Amazing Stories, Vol. 2, No. 2 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE MOON POOL y. to it in search of Throckmartin—and its shadow had fallen upon the soul of Olaf the Norseman; and upon what thousands upon thousands more I won- dered, since the brains that had conceived it had vanished with their secret knowledge? What lay beyond it? I stretched out a shaking hand and touched the surface of the slab. A faint thrill passed through my hand and arm, oddly unfamiliar and as oddly un- pleasant; as of electric contact holding the very es- sence of cold. O’Keefe, watching, imitated my ac- tion. As his fingers rested on the stone his face filled with astonishment. “It’s the door?” he asked. I nodded. There was a low whistle from him and he pointed up toward the top of the grey stone. I followed the gesture and saw, above the moon door and on each side of it, two gently curving bosses of rock, perhaps a foot in diameter. , “The moon door’s keys,” I said. “It begins to look so,”’ answered Larry. can find them,” he added. “There’s nothing we can do till moonrise,” I re- plied. “And we’ve none too much time to prepare as it is. Come!” | A little later we were beside our boat. We light- ered it, set up the tent, and as it was now but a short hour to sundown I bade them leave me and make their search. They went off together, and I busied myself with opening some of the parapher- nalia I had brought with me. First of all I took out the two Becquerel ray-con- densers that I had bought in Sydney. Their lenses would collect and intensify to the fullest extent any light directed upon them. I had found them most useful in making spectroscopic analysis of luminous vapors, and I knew that at Yerkes Observatory splendid results had been obtained from them in collecting the diffused radiance of the nebule for the same purpose. “Tf we ie my theory of the grey slab’s mechanism were correct, it was practically certain that with the Satellite only a few nights past the full we could _ concentrate enough light on the bosses to open the rock. And as the ray-streams through the seven globes described by Throckmartin would be too weak to energize the Pool, we could enter the chamber free from any fear of encountering its tenant, make ‘our preliminary observations and go forth before the moon had dropped so far that the concentration in the condensers would fall below that necessary to keep the portal from closing. I took out also a small spectroscope, and a few other instruments for the analysis of certain light manifestations and the testing of metal and liquid. Finally, I put aside my emergency medical kit. I had hardly finished examining and adjusting these before O’Keefe and Huldricksson returned. They reported signs of a camp at least ten days old beside the northern wall of the outer court, but beyond that no evidence of others beyond ourselves on Nan-Tauach. We prepared supper, ate and talked a little, but for the most part were silent. Even Larry’s high Spirits were not in evidence; half a dozen times I 133 saw him take out his automatic and look it over. He was more thoughtful than I had ever seen him. Once he went into the tent, rummaged about a bit and brought out another revolver which, he said, he had got from Da Costa, and a half-dozen clips of cart- ridges. He passed the gun over to Olaf. At last a glow in the southeast heralded the rising moon. I picked up my instruments and the medical kit; Larry and Olaf shouldered each a short ladder that was part of my equipment, and, with our elec- tric flashes pointing the way, walked up the great stairs, through the enclosures, and straight to the grey stone. By this time the moon had risen and its clipped light shone full upon the slab. I saw faint gleams pass over it as of fleeting phosphorescence—but so faint were they that I could not be sure of the truth of my observation. We set the ladders in place. Olaf I assigned to stand before the door and watch for the first signs of its opening—if open it should. The Becquerels were Set within three-inch tripods, whose feet I had equipped with vacuum cups to enable them to hold fast to the rock. I scaled one ladder and fastened a condenser over the boss; descended; sent Larry up to watch it, and, ascending the second ladder, rapidly fixed the other in its place. Then, with O’Keefe watchful on his perch, I on mine, and Olaf’s eyes fixed upon the moon door, we began our vigil. Suddenly there was an exclamation from Larry. | “Seven little lights are beginning to glow on this stone!” he cried. But I had already seen those beneath my lens be- gin to gleam out with a silvery lustre. Swiftly the rays within the condenser began to thicken and in- crease, and as they did so the seven small circles waxed like stars growing out of the dusk, and with a queer—curdled is the best word I can find to define it—radiance entirely strange to me. Beneath me I heard a faint, sighing murmur and then the voice of Huldricksson: “It opens—the stone turns a I began to climb down the ladder. Olaf’s voice: “The stone—it is open—” And then a shriek, a wail of blended anguish and pity, of rage and de- spair—and the sound of swift footsteps racing through the wall beneath me! I dropped to the ground. The moon door was wide open, and through it I caught a glimpse of a corridor filled with a faint, pearly vaporous light like earliest misty dawn. But of Olaf I could see— nothing! And even as I stood, gaping, from behind me came the sharp crack of a rifle; the glass of the condenser at Larry’s side fiew into fragments; he dropped swiftly to the ground, the automatic in his hand flashed once, twice, into the darkness. And the moon door began to pivot slowly, slowly back into its place! I rushed toward the turning stone with the wild idea of holding it open. Ags I thrust my hands against it there came at my back a snarl and an oath and Larry staggered under the impact of a body that had flung itself straight at his throat. He Again came reeled at the lip of the sha’icsy;;ircio\ale) 4ce¢qo) im