Valley of Dreams

G. Weinbaum Stanley

Description

This sequel to Weinbaum's beloved short story "A Martian Odyssey" is as detailed and richly imagined as its predecessor. This time around, the intrepid research team stumbles across a strange city from the ancient past. Will its inhabitants be friends or foes? Visit the "Valley of Dreams" to find out.

Sujets

• Science fiction

Informations

• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 juin 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781775459767
• Langue: English

Extrait

VALLEY OF DREAMS
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STANLEY G. WEINBAUM
 
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Valley of Dreams First published in 1934 ISBN 978-1-77545-976-7 © 2012 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Valley of Dreams
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Captain Harrison of the Ares expedition turned away from the littletelescope in the bow of the rocket. "Two weeks more, at the most," heremarked. "Mars only retrogrades for seventy days in all, relative tothe earth, and we've got to be homeward bound during that period, orwait a year and a half for old Mother Earth to go around the sun andcatch up with us again. How'd you like to spend a winter here?"
Dick Jarvis, chemist of the party, shivered as he looked up from hisnotebook. "I'd just as soon spend it in a liquid air tank!" he averred."These eighty-below zero summer nights are plenty for me."
"Well," mused the captain, "the first successful Martian expeditionought to be home long before then."
"Successful if we get home," corrected Jarvis. "I don't trust thesecranky rockets—not since the auxiliary dumped me in the middle of Thylelast week. Walking back from a rocket ride is a new sensation to me."
"Which reminds me," returned Harrison, "that we've got to recover yourfilms. They're important if we're to pull this trip out of the red.Remember how the public mobbed the first moon pictures? Our shots oughtto pack 'em to the doors. And the broadcast rights, too; we might show aprofit for the Academy."
"What interests me," countered Jarvis, "is a personal profit. A book,for instance; exploration books are always popular. MartianDeserts —how's that for a title?"
"Lousy!" grunted the captain. "Sounds like a cook-book for desserts.You'd have to call it 'Love Life of a Martian,' or something like that."
Jarvis chuckled. "Anyway," he said, "if we once get back home, I'm goingto grab what profit there is, and never, never, get any farther from theearth than a good stratosphere plane'll take me. I've learned toappreciate the planet after plowing over this dried-up pill we're onnow."
"I'll lay you odds you'll be back here year after next," grinned theCaptain. "You'll want to visit your pal—that trick ostrich."
"Tweel?" The other's tone sobered. "I wish I hadn't lost him, at that.He was a good scout. I'd never have survived the dream-beast but forhim. And that battle with the push-cart things—I never even had achance to thank him."
"A pair of lunatics, you two," observed Harrison. He squinted throughthe port at the gray gloom of the Mare Cimmerium. "There comes the sun."He paused. "Listen, Dick—you and Leroy take the other auxiliary rocketand go out and salvage those films."
Jarvis stared. "Me and Leroy?" he echoed ungrammatically. "Why not meand Putz? An engineer would have some chance of getting us there andback if the rocket goes bad on us."
The captain nodded toward the stern, whence issued at that moment amedley of blows and guttural expletives. "Putz is going over the insidesof the Ares ," he announced. "He'll have his hands full until we leave,because I want every bolt inspected. It's too late for repairs once wecast off."
"And if Leroy and I crack up? That's our last auxiliary."
"Pick up another ostrich and walk back," suggested Harrison gruffly.Then he smiled. "If you have trouble, we'll hunt you out in the Ares ,"he finished. "Those films are important." He turned. "Leroy!"
The dapper little biologist appeared, his face questioning.
"You and Jarvis are off to salvage the auxiliary," the Captain said."Everything's ready and you'd better start now. Call back at half-hourintervals; I'll be listening."
Leroy's eyes glistened. "Perhaps we land for specimens—no?" he queried.
"Land if you want to. This golf ball seems safe enough."
"Except for the dream-beast," muttered Jarvis with a faint shudder. Hefrowned suddenly. "Say, as long as we're going that way, suppose I havea look for Tweel's home! He must live off there somewhere, and he's themost important thing we've seen on Mars."
Harrison hesitated. "If I thought you could keep out of trouble," hemuttered. "All right," he decided. "Have a look. There's food and wateraboard the auxiliary; you can take a couple of days. But keep in touchwith me, you saps!"
Jarvis and Leroy went through the airlock out to the grey plain. Thethin air, still scarcely warmed by the rising sun, bit flesh and lunglike needles, and they gasped with a sense of suffocation. They droppedto a sitting posture, waiting for their bodies, trained by months inacclimatization chambers back on earth, to accommodate themselves to thetenuous air. Leroy's face, as always, turned a smothered blue, andJarvis heard his own breath rasping and rattling in his throat. But infive minutes, the discomfort passed; they rose and entered the littleauxiliary rocket that rested beside the black hull of the Ares .
The under-jets roared out their fiery atomic blast; dirt and bits ofshattered biopods spun away in a cloud as the rocket rose. Harrisonwatched the projectile trail its flaming way into the south, then turnedback to his work.
It was four days before he saw the rocket again. Just at evening, as thesun dropped behind the horizon with the suddenness of a candle fallinginto the sea, the auxiliary flashed out of the southern heavens, easinggently down on the flaming wings of the under-jets.