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.Shannach—The LastIIt was dark in the caves under Mercury.It was hot, and there was no sound in them but the slow plodding of Trevor's heavy boots.Trevor had been wandering for a long time, lost in this labyrinth where no human being had ever gone before.And Trevor was an angry man.Through no fault or will of his own he was about to die, and he was not ready to die.Moreover, it seemed a wicked thing to come to his final moment here in the stifling dark, buried under alien mountains high as Everest.He wished now that he had stayed in the valley.Hunger and thirst would have done for him just the same, but at least he would have died in the open like a man, and not like a rat trapped in a drain.Yet there was not really much to choose between them as a decent place to die.A barren little hell-hole the valley had been, even before the quake, with nothing to draw a man there except the hope of finding sun-stones, one or two of which could transform a prospector into a plutocrat.Trevor had found no sun-stones.The quake had brought down a whole mountain wall on his ship, leaving him with a pocket torch, a handful of food tablets, a canteen of water, and the scant clothing he stood in.He had looked at the naked rocks, and the little river frothing green with chemical poisons, and he had gone away into the tunnels, the ancient blowholes of a cooling planet, gambling that he might find a way out of the valleys.Mercury's Twilight Belt is cut into thousands of cliff-locked pockets, as a honeycomb is cut into cells.There is no way over the mountains, for the atmosphere is shallow, and the jagged peaks stand up into airless space.Trevor knew that only one more such pocket lay between him and the open plains.If he could get to and through that last pocket, he had thought.But he knew now that he was not going to make it.He was stripped to the skin already, in the terrible heat.When the weight of his miner's boots became too much to drag, he shed them, padding on over the rough rock with bare feet.He had nothing left now but the torch.When the light went, his last hope went with it.After a while it went.The utter blackness of the grave shut down.Trevor stood still, listening to the pulse of his own blood in the silence, looking at that which no man needs a light to see.Then he flung the torch away and stumbled on, driven to fight still by the terror which was greater than his weakness.Twice he struck against the twisting walls, and fell, and struggled up again.The third time he remained on hands and knees, and crawled.He crept on, a tiny creature entombed in the bowels of a planet.The bore grew smaller and smaller, tightening around him.From time to time he lost consciousness, and it became increasingly painful to struggle back to an awareness of the heat and the silence and the pressing rock.After one of these periods of oblivion he began to hear a dull, steady thunder.He could no longer crawl.The bore had shrunk to a mere crack, barely large enough for him to pass through worm-like on his belly.He sensed now a deep, shuddering vibration in the rock.It grew stronger, terrifying in that enclosed space.Steam slipped wraithlike into the smothering air.The roar and the vibration grew to an unendurable pitch.Trevor was near to strangling in the steam.He was afraid to go on, but there was no other way to go.Quite suddenly his hands went out into nothingness.The rock at the lip of the bore must have been rotten with erosion.It gave under his weight and pitched him headfirst into a thundering rush of water that was blistering hot and going somewhere in a great hurry through the dark.After that Trevor was not sure of anything.There was the scalding heat and the struggle to keep his head up and the terrible speed of the sub-Mercurian river racing on to its destiny.He struck rock several times, and once he held his breath for a whole eternity until the roof of the tunnel rose up again.He was only dimly aware of a long sliding fall downward through a sudden brightness.It was much cooler.He splashed feebly, because his brain had not told his body to stop, and the water did not fight him.His feet and hands struck solid bottom.He floundered on, and presently the water was gone.He made one attempt to rise.After that he lay still.The great mountains leaned away from the Sun.Night came, and with it violent storm and rain.Trevor did not know it.He slept, and when he woke the savage dawn was making the high cliffs flame with white light.Something was screaming above his head.Aching and leaden still with exhaustion, he roused up and looked about him.He sat on a beach of pale gray sand.At his feet were the shallows of a gray-green lake that filled a stony basin some half-mile in breadth.To his left the underground river poured out of the cliff-face, spreading into a wide, riffling fan of foam.Off to his right, the water spilled over the rim of the basin to become a river again somewhere below, and beyond the rim, veiled in mist and the shadow of a mountain wall, was a valley.Behind him, crowding to the edge of the sand, were trees and ferns and flowers, alien in shape and color but triumphantly alive.And from what he could see of it, the broad valley was green and riotous with growth.The water was pure, the air had a good smell, and it came to Trevor that he had made it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]