They were still high, but as they banked the ruins of what had been a good-sized city, even by Tar-Aiym standards, came into view. They had built well, as always, but on this planet very little could remain in its original state for long. Still, from here it seems as well preserved as any of the Tar-Aiym cities Flinx had seen on tape. As they dropped lower the alien city pattern of concentric crescents, radiating out from a fixed point, became as clear as ripples from the sh.o.r.e of a pond.

But even at this height the thing that inmediately caught everyone"s attention and caused Truzeazuzex to utter a soft curse of undefinable origin was not the city itself, but the building which stood on the bluff above the metropolis"s nexus. A single faceless edifice in the shape of a rectangular pyramid, cut on squarely at the top. Both it and the circular base it rose from were a uniform dull yellow-white in colour.

The very top of the structure appeared to be covered with some kind of gla.s.sy material. Unlike the rest of the city it looked to be in a state of perfect preservation. It was also by far the tallest single structure he had ever seen.

"Baba Giza!" came Malaika"s hushed voice over the speaker. He apparently became aware that his speaker pick-up was on. Take your seats, everybody, and fasten your straps. We are going to land by the base of that bluff.Rafiki Tse-Malloiy,rafiki Truzenzuzex, we will explore the entire city beam by beam if you wish, but I will bet mymajicho that your Krang is in a certain building at the top of a certain hill"

Nothing like understatement to heighten antic.i.p.ation, thought Fhiix.

They landed, finally, on the broad stretch of open sandy ground to the left of both city and bluff. Atha had wisely" elected to use replaceable landing skids instead of the wheeled gear, being uncertain as to the composition of the land they were going to set down on. There had been no clear, paved stretch of territory nearby. They had had a quick glimpse of the ruins of a monstrous s.p.a.ceport off to the rear of the city"s last crescent. Malaika had vetoed landing there, wishing to land as close as possible to the ziggurat itself. He felt that the less distance they had to travel on the ground and the closer they could remain to the ship itself, the safer he would feel about roaming around the ruined city. The great s.p.a.ceport had also no doubt served as a military base, and if any unpleasant automatic devices still remained to greet unauthorized visitors, they also would probably be concentrated there. So their landing was a bit rougher than it might have been. But they were down now, in one piece, and had received another benefit none had thought of. It would have been obvious had anyone reflected on it.

The wind came in a constant wall from behind the building and the bluff below which they had landed.

While by no means perpendicular, the bluff proved steep enough to cut out a good portion of the perpetual gale. It would mean easier working conditions around the shuttle itself, in addition to eliminating the possible problem of having to tie the ship down. The ship"s branch meteorology "puter registered the outside windage at their resting point at a comfortable forty-five kilometres an hour. Positively sylvan.

"Atha, Wolf, give me a hand getting the crawler out. The rest of you check over your equipment and make sure you"ve got an extra pair of goggles apiece." He turned to Tse-Mailory.Je ! They built their city behind the biggest wind-break they could find. Sort of gives the lie to your "caressing wind bath" theory, kweli ?"

"Do not abuse my guesses, Captain, or I"ll make no more." His eyes and mind were obviously focused elsewhere, "Wolf?"

"Here, Captain." The skeleton came out of the fore cabin, looking even more outre than usual in his silver belt and goggles. The expression on his face was odd, because any expression on his face was an oddity.

"Captain, there"s an active thermal power source some-where under this city."

"Not nuclear?" asked Malaika. A gravitonic power plant was of course impossible on any body-with a reasonable field of its own. Still, there were known aspects to Tar-Aiym science that humanx researchers couldn"t even begin to explain.

"No, sir. It"s definitely thermal. Big, too, according to the sensors., although it was a very fast check-through."

Malaika"s eyebrows did flip-flops. "Interesting. Does that suggest any "guesses" to you, gentlesirs?"

Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex pulled themselves away from their rapt contemplation of the monolith above and considered the question.

"Yes, several," began the philosoph. "Among which is the confirmation of a fact we were fairly certain of anyway, that this is a young planet in a fairly young GO system. Tapping the core-power of a planet is difficult enough on the youngest which this is not. But anyone can tap. The problem is to keep it under sufficient control to be able to channel it with-out causing planetwide earthquakes or volcanoes under major Hive-centres. We"re still not so very adept at that ourselves. And only in the most limited sense."

"And," continued Tse-Mallory, "it suggests they needed a h.e.l.l of a lot of power for something, doesn"t it?

Now this is a fairly good-sized Tar-Aiym town, but it also seems to be the only one on the planet." He looked at Malaika for confirmation and the trader nodded, slowly. "So for the mind of me I can"t see what they had to go to all that trouble for, when their qua sin u clear plants would have provided more than enough power for this one city. Especially with all the water that"s available."

"Captain," said Truzenzuzex impatiently. "We will be bappy to hypothesize for you at length - later. But now I wish you would see about removing our surface transportation from the hold." His head swiveled to a port and the great golden eyes stared outward. I have little doubt that your unasked questions and, hopefully, most of ours will be answered when we get inside thatTuarweh on top of this bluff "

"Ifwe get into it." added Tse-Mallory. "it is l.u.s.t possible that the owners locked up when they moved, and left no Key behind."

Chapter Sixteen.

The crawler was a low, squat vehicle, running on twin duralloy treads. It also had a universal spherical "wheel" at its centre of gravity to facilitate turning. Atha had made a few preliminary safety calculations and had conic up with the fact that it would remain relatively stable in winds up to two hundred and fifty kilometres per, at which point things would start to get sticky. Flinx, for one, had no desire to put her calculations to a practical test. Nor did Malaika apparently. He insisted on filling every empty s.p.a.ce on the machine with objects of weight. If the winds got that bad, all the paraphernalia they could stuff into it wouldn"t help. But it at least provided them with something of a psychological lift.

Not the least of these "objects of weight" was a heavy laser rifle, tripod-mounted.

"Just in case," the merchant, had said, "opening the door proves more difficult, than it might."

"For a peaceful trader travelling on his private racer you appear to have stocked quite an a.r.s.enal,"

Truzenzuzex murmured.

"Philosoph, I could give you a long, involved argument replete with attractive semantic convolutions, bull will put it, so, and leave it. I am in a very compet.i.tive business."

He c.o.c.ked a challenging eye at the thranx, "As you say." Truzenzuzex bowed slightly.

They boarded the crawler, which had been manoeuvred close to the cargo port to minimize the initial force of the wind. The big land cruiser held all of them comfortably. It had been designed to transport heavy cargo, and even with Malaika"s "objects of weight" scattered about there was plenty of room in which to move around. If bored, one might take the ladder up to the driver"s compartment, with its two beds and polyplexalloy dome. There was room up there for four, but Malaika, Wolf, and the two scientists occupied it immediately and were disinclined to give it up. So Flinx had to be content with the tiny ports in the main compartment for his view of the outside. He was alone in the quiet s.p.a.ces with the two women, who sat at extreme opposite end of the cabin from each other and exchanged deathly thoughts back and Forth. A less congenial atmosphere would have been difficult to imagine. Try as he would, they were beginning to give him a headache. He would far rather have been upstairs.

They were making their way up the slope of the bluff now, zigzagging whenever the incline grew too steep for even the crawler"s powerful spiked treads to negotiate. Their progress was slow but steady, the machine after all having been designed to get from point A to point B in one piece, and not to race the clock. It did its job effectively.

As might have been predicted, the ground was crumbly and soft. Still, it was more lock than sand. The treads dug in deeply and the engine groaned, it slowed their advance somewhat, but a.s.sured them of excellent traction in the teeth of the wind. Still, Flinx would not like to have faced a real blow in the slow device.

They finally topped the last rise. Looking back into the distance Tse-Mallory could make out the crumbled spires and towers of the city, obscured by eternal dust and mad. It was more difficult to see up here. Gravel, dirt, and bits of wood from the hearty ground-bugging plants began to - splatter against the front of the dome. For the first time the howl of the wind became audible through the thick shielding, sounding like fabric tearing in an empty room.

Wolf glanced al their anemometer. "A hundred fifteen point five-two kilos an hour ... sir."

"Je! I"d hoped for better, but it could be worse. Much worse. No one is going to be taking long walks.

Upepokuu ! In a gale we can manage. A hurricane would be awkward."

As they moved further in from the edge of the bluff the air began to clear sufficiently for them to catch sight of their objective. Not that they could have missed it. There wasn"t anything else to see, except an occasional clump of what looked like dried seaweed. They rolled on, the wind dying as they moved further into the lee of the building. Three pairs of eyes leaned back ... and back, and back, until it seemed certain it would be simpler to lie down and stare upward. Only Wolf, eyes focused on the instrument board of the ma.s.sive crawler, failed to succ.u.mb to the lure of the monolith.

It towered above them, disappearing skyward in swirls of dust and low clouds, unbroken by ledge or window.

"Howhuyukubwa ?" Malaika finally managed to whisper.

"How big do I make it? I couldn"t say too well," answered Tse-Mallory. "Tru? You"ve got the best depth vision among us."

The philosoph was quiet for a long moment. In human terms?" He lowered his eyes to look at them. If he could have blinked he would, but thranx eyeshields reacted only in the presence of water or strong sunlight, so he could not. His improvised goggles gave his face an unbalanced look.

"Well over a kilo at the base... each way. It looked a perfect square from the air, you know. Perhaps ..."

he took another brief glance upward, "three kilometres high."

The slight jolting and b.u.mping they had been experiencing abruptly disappeared. They were now travel ling on the smooth yellowy-white circle on which the structure was centred.

Malaika peered down at the substance they were traversing, then back at the building. The heavy crawler left no tracks on the solid surface.

"What do you suppose this stuff is, anyway?"

Tse-Mallory had joined him in looking down at the even ground, "I don"t know. When I saw it from the air my natural inclination was to "think, stone. Just before we grounded I thought it looked rather "wet,"

like certain heavy plastics. Mow that we"re down on it I"m not sure of anything. Ceramics. maybe"?"

"Metal-reinfced, surely," added Truzenzuzex. "But as for the surface, at least a polymer ceramic would be a good guess, certainly. It"s completely different from anything I"ve ever seen before, even on other Tar-Aiym planets. Or for that matter, from anything I could see of the city as we came in."

"Um. Well. since they built their city in the lee of this bluff, as a windbreak, I don"t doubt, I"d expect any mlango to be on this side of the structure.Je ?"

As it turned out shortly enough, there was, and it was.

Unlike the rest of the mysterious building the material used in the construction of the door was readily identifiable. It was metal. It towered a good thirty metres above the cab of the crawler and stretched at least half that distance in either direction. The metal itself was unfamiliar, dull-grey in colour, and possessed of an odd gla.s.sy l.u.s.tre. Much like the familiar fogs of home for Flinx. The whole thing was recessed several metres into the body of the building.

"Well, there"s your door. Captain." said Tse-Mallory. "How do we get in? I confess to a singular lack of inspiration, myseif."

Malaika was shaking his head in awe and frustration as he examined the entrance. Nowhere could be seen the sign of a single joint, weld, or seam.

"Drive right up to it, Wolf. The wind is practically dead here. We"ll have to get out and look for a door uzz or something. If we don"t find anything that"s recognizably a handle or a keyhole, we"ll have to unlimber the rifle and try a less polite entrance." He eyed the ma.s.sive square dubiously. "Although I hope that alternative doesn"t become necessary. I know the stubborness of Tar-Aiym metals."

As it turned out, the problem was solved for them.

Somewhere in the bowels of the colossal structure, long dormant but undead machinery sensed the approach of an artificial mechanism containing biological ent.i.ties. It stirred sleepily, prodding resting memory circuits to wakefulness. The design and composition of the approaching vehicle was unfamiliar, but neither was it recognizably hostile. The ent.i.ties within were likewise unfimiliar, albeit more obviously primitive. And there was an A-cla.s.s mind among them. Likewise unfamiliar, not hostile, and it had been such a long time! The building debated with itself for the eternity of a second.

"Hold it, Wolf!" The merchant had noticed a movement in front of the crawler.

With a smoothness and silence born of eternal lubrication, the great door separated. Slowly, with the ponderousness of tremendous weight, the two halves slid apart just far enough for the crawler to enter comfortably. Then they stopped.

"Utamu. We are expected, perhaps?"

"Automatic machinery," mumbled Truzenzuzex, entranced.

"My thoughts also, philosoph. Take us in, Wolf."

The quiet man obediently gunned the engine and the powerful landcraft began to rumble forward.

Malaika eyed the sides of the narrow opening warily. The metal was not a reasonably thin sheet. It was not even a moderate one.

"A good nineteen, twenty, metres through," said Tse-Mallory matter-of-factly. "I wonder what it was designed to keep out."

"Not us, apparently," added Truzenzuzex. "You could have played your toy on that for days. Captain, and burned it out before you scratched the entrance. Id like to try a SCCAM on it, just to see which would come out the winner. I"ve never heard of any artificial structure resisting a SCCAM projectile, but then I"ve never seen a twenty-metre-thick Hive-block of solid Aiymetal before, either. The question will undoubtedly remain forever academic."

They had rolled perhaps a few metres beyond the door when it began to slide heavily shut behind them.

The silence of it was eerie. Wolf glanced questioningly at Malaika, hand on throttle. The merchant, however, was at least outwardly unconcerned.

"It openeed to let us in, Wolf. I think it will do so to let us out." The doors closed, ""In case, anykwa nini worry? It doesn"t matter now."

They got another surprise. Unless they were hollow, which hardly seemed likely with that door, the walls of the pseudoceramic material were a good hundred and fifty metres thick. Far more than was needed merely to support the weight of the building, great as it was. It bespoke much more an attempt at impregnability. Such had been found before in the ruins of Tar-Aiym fortresses, but never approaching this in scale.

Flinx did not know what he expected of the interior. He"d been scanning consistently ever since the great doors had opened, but had not been able to detect anything thinking inside. And he"d lamented his purely sideways view from the crawler. He didn"t see how the inside could possibly surprise him any more than that unmatched exterior.

He was wrong.

Whatever it was he had antic.i.p.ated in his wildest thoughts, it was nothing like the reality. Malaika"s voice drifted down to him from above. It was oddly muted.

"Katikahere, everyone. Atha. open the lock. There"s air in here and it"s breathable, and light, and no wind, and I don"t know whether to believe it myself or not, even through mymajicho tells me ... but the sooner you see it ..."

They didn"t need further urging. Even Sissiph was excited. Atha scrambled to the small personnel lock and they watched while she cracked the triple seal. cutting the flow of liquid at the three prescribed points. The heavy door swung itself outward. The automatic ramp extended itself to touch ground, buzzed once when it had made firm contact, and turned itseif off.

Flinx was first out, followed closely by Atha and the two scientists, Malaika and Sissiph and lastly, Wolf.

All stood quite silent under the panorama spread before them.

The ulterior of the building, at least, was hollow. That was the only way to describe it. Somewhere above Flinx knew those ma.s.sive wails joined a ceiling, but strain his eyes as be might lie couldn"t make it out. The building was so huge that despite excellent circulation, clouds had formed inside. The lour gigantic slabs pressed heavy on his mind, if not his body. But claustrophobia was impossible in an open s.p.a.ce this large. Compared to the perpetual swirl of air and dust outside the utter calm within was cathedral-like. Perhaps, indeed, that was what it was although he knew the idea to be more the feeling imparted by his first view than the likely truth.

The light, being intended for nonhunanx eyes, was wholely artificial and tinged slightly with blue-green. It was also dimmer than they would have preferred. The philosoph"s naturally blue chiton looked good in it, but it made the rest of them appear" vaguely fishlike. The dimness did not obstruct their vision as much as it made things seem as though they were being viewed through not-quite-clear gla.s.s. The temperature was mild and a bit on the warm side.

The crawler had been halted because it could proceed no farther. Row upon row of what were indisputably seats or lounges of some sort stretched out from where they stood. The place was a colossal amphitheatre. The ranks extended onward, unbroken, to the far side of the structure. There they ended at the base of... something.

He took a glance and risked a brief probe of the others. Malaika was glancing appraisingly about the limits of the auditorium. Wolf, his permanent nonexpression back on his face, was sampling the air with an instrument on his belt. Sissiph clung tightly to Malaika, staring apprehensively about the disquieting silence. Atha wore much the same look of cautious observation as the big trader.

The two scientists were in a state as close to Nirvana as it was possible for scientists to be. Their thoughts were moving so fast Flinx was hard-pressed even to sample them. They had eyes only for the far end of the great room. For them a search bad been vindicated, even if they didn"t know what it was they bad found. Tse-Mallory" chose that moment to step forward, with Truzenzuzex close behind, The rest of them began to file down the central aisle after the scientists, towards the thing at the far side.

It was not an exhausting walk, but Flinx was grateful for the opportunity to rest at the end of it. He sat on the edge of the raised platform. He could have taken one of the seat-lounges below, but they were nowhere near contoured [or the human physiology and doubtless were as uacomfortable as they looked.

Large steps led up to the dais he sat on. At its far end a flawless Dome of gla.s.s or plastic enclosed a single, unadorned couch. A large oval doorway opened in the dome facing the auditorium, it was a good metre higher than their tallest member and far wider than even Malaika"s copious frame would require.

The bench itself was tilled slightly to face the amphitheatre. A smaller dome, shaped like a brandy gla.s.s, fitted partway over its raised end. Thick cables and conduits led from it and the bottom of the couch to the machine.

The "machine" itself towered a hundred metres above them and ran the length of the auditorium, melting into the curved corners. While the exterior of the structure was remorselessly acute, the interior was considerably rounded off. Much of the machine was closed off but Flinx could see dials and switches catching the light from behind half-open plates. Those he could make out had obviously not been designed with haumanx manipulating members in mind.

From above the dull metal plating of the machine an uncountable profusion of chromatically coloured tubes ran towards the distant roof. Azure roof. Azure, peach, shocking pink, ivory, Tyrolean purple, chartreuse, orange, mutebony, smoke, white-gold, verdanure... every imaginable shading and tone, and not a few unimaginable ones. Some were the size of a child"s toy, small enough to fit over his little finger.

Others looked big enough to swallow the shuttle with ease. In the corners they merged into the fabric of the structure. He turned a slow circle and saw where bulges in the walls, extending even above the entrance way, indicated the presence of in ore of the colossal pipes. He reminded him-self that he had no way of being certain they were even hollow, but somehow the impression of pipes persisted. Sometimes his talents operated independent of his thoughts.

"Well," said Malaika. He said it again. "Well. well!"

He seemed uncertain of himself, a rare state. Flinx smiled at the merchant"s thoughts. The big man wasn"t sure whether to be pleased or not. He definitely had something, all right. But he didn"t know what it was, let alone bow to market it. He stood while everyone else sat.

I suggest we obtain whatever supplies we"ll need for our investigations." Truzenzuzex and Tse-Mallory were examining everything in minute detail and hardly heard him. "This has pa.s.sed over my head, and so from my hands. I trust you gentlebeings can find out what this thing does"?" He waved a broad hand to encompa.s.s what they could see of the machine.

I do not know," said Truzenzuzex. "Offclaw, I would say that our acquaintances the Branner had the right idea. When they spoke of this thing as a musical instrument. It certainly looks like one, and the arrangements in here," he indicated the amphitheatre, "would tend to support that a.s.sumption. For my wings, though, I can"t see as yet how it operates."

"Looks like the ultimate product of a mad organbuilder"s worst nightmares," added Tse-Maliory. "I wouldn"t say for sure unless we figure out how to operate the thing."

"Will you?" asked Malaika.

"Well, it seems to be still partially powered, at least. Wolf recorded she power source, and something operated the doors, turned on the lights ... and keeps the air fresh, I hope. It wasn"t designed according to conceptions we"d find familiar, but that thing," and he gestured at the dome with its enclosed bench, looks an awful lot like an operator"s station. True, it might also be a resting place for their honoured dead.

We won"t know till we dig a lot deeper. I suggest that we move everything we"ll need from the shuttle in here. It"ll be a lot simpler than running out in this gale every time we need a spanner or a sandwich."

"Mapatano! I agree. Wolf, you and I will start transferring things from the shuttle. It will go quickly enough, once we unload some of that junk I piled into the crawler. It appears we are going to be here for a bit,hata kidogobaya !"