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rock thudded against rock.
There was a rising, whining sound coming from the tunnel behind him, and a
gentle breath of air was driving out of its mouth. Chimal ran and put his back
against the wall close to the opening and raised the killing thing. The noise
increased and the wind from the tunnel blew faster. These people had great
powers: what strange thing were they sending after him, to kill him? Chimal
pressed his body hard against the rock as the noise grew louder and from the
tunnel burst a platform with many men on it. There was a great squealing and
it shuddered and stopped and Chimal saw that the men all carried killing
things. He pointed his weapon at them and pulled the lever. Once, twice the
flame burst out, striking among the men, then the thing died in his hands and
nothing more happened no matter how hard he pulled and, in desperation, he
squeezed too hard and the lever broke off. Swinging it like a dub he attacked.
Chimal thought he would die before he advanced a foot, and his skin crawled,
waiting for the fire to wash over him. But his two blasts had struck among the
crowded men and had done fiery work. Some were dead, and others were burned
and in pain. Violence and inflicting death were new things to them; but not to
Chimal who had lived with these twin inhumanities all of his life. As long as
he could move, he would fight. Before a single flame could blast at him he was
in among the men, swinging the metal thing about like a flail.
It was an unequal battle. Six men had entered the cavern, yet within the
minute two of them were dead and the others wounded and unconscious. Chimal
stood over them, panting, waiting for some movement.
The last one that had stirred had received a blow on the head and was now as
motionless as the others.
Throwing away the useless killing thing, he strode over and pushed the handle
that opened the feeding door. Watchman Steel was slumped against the rock, as
close to the door as she could get, her face buried in her hands. He had to
drag her in because she made no move to help herself. She stayed where he
dropped her while he removed the wounded and dead from the platform, being
careful not to touch the little shining buttons and rods at the front. He was
beginning to learn about them. When it had been cleared, curiosity got the
better of him and he examined the thing. Underneath there were wheels, such as
were sometimes used on children's toys, that rode on the metal bars that were
attached to the rock floor.
Some power, controlled from the top, must make these wheels turn and move the
platform along. The most interesting part was the shield that rose up in the
front. It appeared to be as hard as metal, yet it was clear as water: he could
look through it as though it were not there.
The platform rode the bars of metal. He followed them with his eye as they
crossed the large cavern and vanished into the smaller tunnel ahead. Perhaps
he would not have to go back to face any more of the killing things.
"Get up," he ordered the girl, dragging her to her feet when she did not
respond at once. "Where does
this tunnel go to?" She looked first, in horror, at the wounded men dumped on
the floor, then followed his pointing finger. " don't know," she finally
stammered. "Maintenance is not my work. Perhaps it is a
I
maintenance tunnel."
He made her explain what maintenance was before he pushed her to the platform.
"What is the name of this?" he asked.
"It is a car."
"Can you make it move? Answer without lying."
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Violence and death had drained her of hope. "Yes, yes I can," she answered,
almost in a whisper.
"Show me then."
The car was very simple to operate. He put a new killing thing into it and sat
beside her while she showed him. One lever made it go forward and back, and
the further it was pushed the faster the car went. When it was released it
returned to its middle position while a second lever did something that slowed
and stopped the car. Chimal started them forward slowly, bending over when
they entered the tunnel until he saw that there was a good deal of space
between his head and the rock above. The lights, he had learned that word too,
moved by faster and faster as he pushed on the lever. Finally, he had it
jammed forward as far as it would go and the car raced at a tremendous speed
down the tunnel. The walls tore by on each side and the air screamed around
the transparent front. Watchman Steel crouched beside him, terrified, and he
laughed, then slowed the speed. Ahead of them the row of lights began to curve
off to the right and Chimal slowed even more. The curve continued, until they
had turned a full right angle, then it straightened out once again.
Immediately after this it began to start downward. The slope was gradual, but
it continued endlessly. After some minutes of this Chimal stopped the car and
ordered Steel out to stand against the wall.
"You're going to leave me here," she wailed.
"Not if you behave, I won't. I just want to see about this tunnel stand up
straight, will you, as straight as you can. Yes, many Chimalman bless me,
we're still going down to where? Nothing lies inside the Earth except the hell
where Mixtec, the god of death lives. Are we going there?"
"I& I don't know," she said, weakly.
"Or you won't tell me, it is the same thing. Well, if it is to hell, then you
are joining me. Get back into the car. I have seen more wonders and strange
things these last few days than I have ever dreamed, awake or asleep. Hell can
be no stranger than them."
After a period of time the slope flattened out and the tunnel went on,
straight and level. Finally, far ahead, light filled the width of the opening
and Chimal slowed and approached at a crawling pace. A much larger cavern
gradually appeared, well lit and apparently empty. He stopped the ear short of
it and approached on foot, pushing Watchman Steel before him. They halted at
the entrance, peering in.
It was gigantic. A great room as big as the pyramid, carved from the solid
rock. The tracks from their tunnel ran across the floor of the chamber and
disappeared into another tunnel on the other side. There were lights along the
sides and set into the ceiling, but most of the illumination poured in from a
great hole in the roof at the far end of the chamber. The light looked like
sunlight and the color was very much like the blue of the sky.
"'That just cannot be," Chimal said. "We turned away from the valley when we
left the place of the
vultures, I'll swear to that. Turned away into the living rock and went
down for a long time. That cannot be sunlight or can it?" A sudden hope swept
through him. "If we went down we could have gone through one of the mountains
and come out in another valley that is lower than our valley. Your people do
know a way out of the valley, and this is it."
The light was growing brighter, he realized suddenly, pouring in through the
hole above and shining down the long ramp that led up to it. Two tracks, very
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