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  Warily, Vic stepped forward and stared around him in amazement. The chamber was huge and here there was no need of the torch. A bright greenish radiance illuminated everything as far as the eye could see.

  At the far end on a low dais, stood a vast, carved figure. The outline was not even remotely human—a teratological nightmare. Shuddering, Helen turned her head away.

  “What is this place?” Her voice quavered a little in spite of the tight rein she forced on her emotions.

  “Evidently a temple of some kind. I suppose, like us, they had gods and this must apparently represent one of them. Ugly looking thing, isn’t it?”

  Hovering more than thirty feet above them, the statue dominated the entire end of the chamber. From what Vic could see, it had been carved, or molded, from a single block of the crystalline rock.

  “Have you found anything yet?” Clive’s voice, slightly distorted, sounded in their ears. “Is it safe to come down?”

  “There doesn’t seem to be any danger. Offhand, I’d say this place has been deserted for several million years.” Vic called back. “Come on down but you’re not going to believe what you see.”

  Less than ten minutes later, Clive and Anne entered toe chamber, bewilderment written all over their faces.

  “We reckon this must be some kind of temple,” Helen told them. “And that monstrosity would have been one of their deities.”

  “Incredible.” Anne shook her head in disbelief.

  “I suggest we begin photographing everything,” Clive said briskly. “No one on Earth is going to believe this. An advanced civilization on Mars which must have become extinct millions of years ago, possibly due to some drastic change in the weather pattern.”

  “We do know there was once an abundance of water on Mars from the characteristics of many of the channels. Now it seemed to be mainly locked in the polar caps.”

  He turned to Anne. “Do you have any ideas about this long-dead race?”

  Anne shrugged. “Judging from what we have here, I’d say they attained an extremely high level of technological and scientific achievement.”

  “Equal to our own?”

  Pursing her lips, she turned that question over in her mind. Finally, she said, “It’s impossible to make an accurate assessment based merely on what we’re seeing here. There’s clearly too much for us to examine everything in detail. I would be surprised if they reached the nuclear level like ourselves.”

  “Why do you say that?” Vic asked.

  “I’d say their scientific evolution moved parallel to ours. If they were conversant with nuclear power, they would surely have reached the point where they were capable of space flight. They’d have left Mars for another planet before the catastrophe, whatever it was, overtook them. Earth would have been the most suitable planet but there’s absolutely no evidence they ever landed there in the past.”

  “They could have gone out to the stars,” Clive suggested. He looked to Vic for confirmation but the astronomer shook his head.

  “That’s highly unlikely. Not with the Earth orbiting next door to them.”

  “So you believe they just sat here and let the catastrophe happen without doing anything about it?” Clive said.

  “So it would seem unless we find anything to the contrary. Let’s examine this place as thoroughly as we can before jumping to any conclusions.”

  Almost automatically, Anne moved away with Clive towards the end of the chamber furthest from the massive idol. Glancing at Helen, Vic gestured towards the dais. At first sight, it seemed devoid of anything but the statue. Craning his neck, he stared up at it, feeling a sense of awe at the tremendous time period that must have elapsed since it had first been made.

  Inwardly, he was beginning to feel he was wrong in his belief that the race which had left this mute testimony to their existence all that time ago had simply accepted their fate, going to their doom without a whimper. There had to be something more to it than that.

  Helen’s voice jerked his thoughts back to the present. She had somehow worked her way around to the back of the statue. Here there was a space perhaps three yards side between the idol and the rear wall.

  “I thought this was as far as the chamber extended into the rock,” she said tensely. “But it isn’t.”

  She drew him towards a narrow section that appeared to be of a slightly different texture to the rest. “All of this—” she waved an arm to embrace the huge wall, “—is made of the same crystalline rock as the escarpment. But this is definitely metal.”

  Stepping forward a couple of paces, Vic examined the area minutely, then nodded. “You’re right. There is another door here but quite clearly it wasn’t meant to be as easy to find as the other.”

  Scarcely were the words out of his mouth than a brilliant beam of light speared out from the base of the statue, falling upon the door in front of them. A second later, it slid open.

  Helen stared at it in obvious surprise, but Vic said calmly, “Evidently there’s some mechanism here that senses the presence of living organisms.”

  His companion turned her head quickly to glance in all directions.

  Her voice shook slightly as she muttered, “I have the strange feeling that this place isn’t as devoid of life as we think.”

  All of this had passed unnoticed by the other two crew members, being hidden behind the massive bulk of the statue, but their urgent call soon brought them running.

  Clive took in the situation at once. “Clearly this second chamber was concealed in this way because it contains something important,” he said, going forward.

  The rest followed him into total darkness. Here, there was no light and that from the larger chamber penetrated only a little way beyond the door.

  Vic switched on the torch again and swept the beam around the room. Although smaller than the main chamber, it was still sufficiently large for the torchlight to make little impression on the far wall.

  Scrutinizing the room closely, Vic said, “This looks like some kind of laboratory. But why here, adjoining the temple?”

  “Possibly, in their culture, science and religion were just two aspects of the same thing,” Anne said. “Just like alchemy and religion in the Middle Ages on Earth.”

  “Could be, I suppose.” Vic agreed. He was still puzzled but made no further comment.

  Taking the lead, he began a slow circuit of the room. Nearest the door, on a low shelf, were several scrolls made of a material resembling plastic on which were inscribed numerous symbols.

  “Evidently a Martian language,” Helen observed. “But with nothing to which we can compare it, I’d say it’ll be utterly impossible for anyone to decipher it. There’s no chance of finding a Rosetta Stone here to help us.”

  Clive gave a nod. “Notice how each symbol is hooked onto the straight lines above the rows. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “We’ll take one of them back with us,” Helen said. “It might give the cryptologists back home something to get their teeth into.”

  Deeper into the chamber, they came upon an array of intricate machines, some extending almost the entire length of the room. Clive threw a questioning glance at Vic. “Any idea what these might be?”

  The astronomer examined them minutely in the torchlight. “Sticking my neck out, I’d say they’re some form of particle accelerators which would mean they did know about nuclear physics. Yet that doesn’t fit in with them never discovering space travel. Unless—”

  “Go on,” Anne urged.

  “Well, you see, we on Earth had one big advantage when it came to going out into space. We had the Moon. Only around a quarter of a million miles away—a very short distance on an interplanetary scale. And big enough for space stations to be built, its lower gravity providing an excellent launch site for planetary exploration.

  “Mars has only two very small satellites—Deimos and Phobos—neither anywhere as ideal as the Moon. A very low gravity, of course, but little more than large rocks.”

/>   “So what were they doing with nuclear energy all those millions of years ago?” Clive spoke to no one in particular. “If they were such an advanced race, why have we found no ruins of their cities? After all, the Martian surface has been completely scanned over the last few decades and nothing has shown up.”

  “Would you really expect anything?” Helen asked. As the geologist, she considered this her particular field. “If this site is at least two million years old, a lot can happen in that time. Violent winds and sandstorms occur over almost the entire surface. If there are any ruins left, you’d have to dig pretty deep to uncover them.”

  By now they were approaching the far end of the room. Here there was more scientific equipment, all of which had been designed for purposes at whose nature they could not even guess.

  It was Anne who drew their attention to a small triangular shelf which stood only a few inches above the floor.

  “Look at this,” she exclaimed.

  Clive shone the torchlight directly onto it. A thin layer of reddish dust covered it and on it were five strange objects unlike anything they had yet seen. All were identical, made out of crystal. A faint tracery of weaving light blurred the interior slightly and in the center hovered a weirdly pulsing sphere.

  As far as they could determine there was nothing holding up the tiny globe suspended there. But even more intriguing were the two oval spaces in the dust indicating that two of these objects had recently been removed.

  Anne reached out a hand towards the nearest. “Do you think we should take one of these back with us?”

  “No!” Clive spoke more sharply than he had intended.

  “Why not? I’m sure the nuclear physicists would be delighted to get their hands on one of these. It could advance our knowledge by centuries. Obviously the other two teams never managed to get one back.”

  “Which is precisely why we must exercise caution. Either it was pure coincidence what happened to those other ships on the way back to Earth—or these were the cause of it.”

  His words fell into an uneasy silence.

  Finally, Anne persisted, “I still think we can’t afford to miss this opportunity to find out exactly what these are. We’re scientists and whatever they are, they’ve obviously been here for millions of years.”

  She fumbled in her belt and unhooked the small radiation counter. Pushing it forward, she placed it close to the objects. There was no reading at all.

  “Evidently they’re not radioactive.”

  “Very well,” Clive nodded. “We’ll take one back with us.” Giving Vic a quick glance, he added, “But we exercise caution with it.”

  * * * *

  The next five days were spent examining everything in the two chambers. Most of the machines were incomprehensible to them. Only one further piece of evidence was found which they could understand without any ambiguity. Engraved on a metal plate attached to one of the machines were several lines of Martian characters.

  Underneath them were three odd symbols. The first two were identical consisting of a large sphere with a smaller one some distance from it. The third was merely a fuzzy patch.

  After studying it for a few moments, Vic said, “There’s no doubt what that’s intended to represent since it’s in a universal language. It’s the equation for hydrogen fusion. The first two are hydrogen atoms, a proton orbited by an electron.”

  “And that third symbol?” Helen asked. “It doesn’t seem to represent anything.”

  “Certainly it does. It depicts the energy released by the reaction. Just think of it, a race possibly far in advance of our own that disappeared completely. Somehow, I doubt if there’s anything here which will tell us what happened and where they went.”

  * * * *

  The take-off from Mars was uneventful. Acceleration tore at them as they lifted clear of the rust-red surface. Below them, the enigmatic escarpment receded swiftly as the planet dropped away into the void.

  As on the two previous occasions, Clive had transmitted his report to Earth control telling that they had completed their mission successfully and had blasted off from Mars. Once they reached their maximum velocity, the artificial gravity on board matched that of Earth. After the lover gravity of Mars it took them a little while to acclimatize to it.

  Now there was little for them to do but keep a close check on the life-support systems and examine the photographs they had taken inside the chambers. The alien artefact they had brought with them was securely stored in the hold. Both Anne and Helen were of the opinion that it was a highly advanced source of energy, possibly one utilizing cold hydrogen fusion.

  Vic, however, was more dubious. He couldn’t shake off the feeling it was not only the reason why the Martians had apparently died out in a very short period of time, but also the reason those other two ships had failed to return to Earth. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to put forward any plausible link between these events.

  Three days out from Mars, he knew he had to check the ancient relic more closely. Mentioning his intention to the others, Helen and Anne were noncommittal but Clive was dead against it.

  “We should leave it where it is until the experts back home take a look at it,” he insisted.

  “I don’t agree. If it was the cause of the loss of those two ships the more we know about it, the better. If it is a weapon left by the Martians, we’d have known about it by now.”

  Clive could see a number of flaws in the astronomer’s argument but it was obvious that both Helen and Anne were in agreement with Vic. “Very well so long as you all realize we’re dealing with an alien culture and science.”

  Down in the hold, the lights came on automatically as they entered. It was not a really big space and apart from holding their food and water supplies, it was virtually empty.

  The Martian artefact stood on a small shelf held securely in place by magnetic rods. Looking down at it in the harsh actinic light, Vic felt his eyes twist slightly out of focus as he tried to follow the hypnotically spiraling film of the faint gossamer-like sheen covering the inner surface.

  Straightening, he said, “You know what that film is. It’s a plasma, highly ionized atoms held there by an intense electrical and magnetic field.”

  “And that odd-looking globe of light in the middle?” Anne asked. “Any idea what that might be?”

  The astronomer shook his head. “No idea at all.” He bent closer. “There’s also a small protrusion on the base here.” He touched it with his finger to indicate its position.

  The next second, the tiny globe split into three, each glowing spark of light spinning away from the center, whirling about each other in a frenzy of seemingly chaotic motion. At the same moment, the ship gave a sudden violent lurch, throwing them all off balance.

  “What the hell—?” Clive gasped. Somehow, he managed to steady himself.

  Within a split second, the ship had righted itself and everything returned to normal. “Possibly the detectors picked up some object in our path and took avoiding action,” Clive said finally when nothing else happened. “But I’d better check the instruments.”

  A thorough check revealed nothing abnormal. Everything was functioning perfectly.

  Five days later, they were approaching Earth, now a vast crescent in the blackness. The retro-rockets came on, lowering them gently to the surface close to the terminator.

  Opening the airlock, they stepped out. The sun was just rising and there, not more than half a mile away, stood the gleaming shapes of the other two ships.

  Clive stared at them in utter amazement and opened his mouth to say something, but Anne cut in sharply, a rising note of alarm and puzzlement in her voice.

  “Where is everything?”

  All around them lay a wide, sandy stretch of uneven ground. In the distance, tall, fernlike trees waved huge branches in the faint dawn light.

  “Something’s wrong,” Helen muttered in an awed whisper. “This can’t be Earth.”

  “But it is,” Vi
c said with an odd catch in his voice. “Dear God, I see it all now. That thing we brought back with us. The Martians never conquered space as we have. They had no need to. You see, they conquered time instead.”

  Helen shook her head numbly. “You’re not making sense, Vic.”

  “Don’t you see? When Mars began dying and they were faced with that catastrophe, they transported everything several million years into the past when it was a younger, flourishing world.

  “When I inadvertently activated that time machine, it did the same. That lurch we felt was a time shift. We’re back on Earth all right, there’s no mistake about that. But this is the Earth of several million years in the past!”

  NIGHTFALL ON RONAN, by John Glasby Writing as A. J. Merak

  Zanos, the small, blue-white sun of Ronan, was now well past its zenith and dipping slowly towards the horizon when Kalam stepped through the doorway to scan the green desert. He stood in the partial shade of the doorway and looked cautiously around. The emerald wilderness stretched away as far as the eye could see, featureless except for the irregular clumps of agas trees bordering the few streams that threaded their way across it—and the Temple.

  This stood in the exact center of the Great Wilderness, a vast mound as big as a mountain, dominating the entire landscape. It was a colossus of metal, abraded and worn by long ages of wind and scouring sand, with the great dull doors set in the side facing to where either of the two suns stood at their highest point in the heavens. No one had ever discovered a means of opening those huge doors. No one knew what lay behind them except that it was the abode of the Great God. Whether it had been built by the Xordi after they had arrived on this world, no one knew. There were no records to tell them when it had been erected, or by whom.

  He could see no sign, nor even sense, the presence of any of the Xordi. Usually, whenever they wished to converse with any of his race they manifested themselves in the form of thin, wavering columns of energy. Most of the time they were completely invisible.