Constraining his exuberant reaction, he listened to the world that stretched before him.
A Paradise that was practically — all water?
Impossible! Yet, there it was — one vast, level expanse that modified the reflecting tones with nothing but liquid fluidity.
He heard now that he was standing on a ledge only slightly higher than the surface of the water. And there was no other dry ground his ears could detect. From the far end of the world came the profound roar of an immense cataract that poured out of the ceiling.
The ledge extended but a few paces to his right. On his left it followed the natural curvature of the wall and he traced its audible details around to the very origin of the perfect sounding tones.
Paradise’s echo caster was a cluster of tremendous cubic structures. Each was many times the size of even the largest shack in the Original World. And they were smothered in a complicated pattern of huge tubes that stretched up out of the water, coiling and intertwining, and disappeared into the sides of the structures.
From the tops of the super shacks reared hundreds of tubes that shot straight up and bored into the ceiling in many directions.
Confounded, he studied the thump-throb, tut-tut-tut-tut that was bringing all these details to his ears.
“What is this place?” Della whispered apprehensively. “Why is there so much heat?”
Now that she had mentioned it, he was aware of the clinging warmth. And it all seemed to be coming from the huge shacks that were producing the ideal sounding echoes. Somehow he had begun to doubt seriously that he was in Paradise.
“What do you ziv, Della?” But even as he asked the question, he sensed that her eyes were closed.
“I’m not zivving — not with all this heat. It’s too much.” She seemed frightened and confused.
“Try it.”
She hesitated a long while before he caught the impression of her eyes flicking open.
But she only gasped and threw her hands in front of her face. “I can’t! It’s too painful!”
Then he realized that, all the while, his own eyes hadn’t been open. He raised his lids and saw (that would be the proper word for it, he remembered) nothing.
“Didn’t you ziv anything at all?” he asked.
Stubbornly, she continued shielding her face. “Some shacks — enormous ones. And a lot of stems reaching up from the water. Everything after that was too hot. I couldn’t keep my eyes on it.”
Impulsively, he swung his head back in the dierction of the shacks. There was Light over there now! Not the kind he had experienced in infinity, but the kind the monsters carried — two cones darting here and there among the noisemaking structures.
Puzzled over his silence, the girl asked, “What is it?”
“Monsters!”
Then he heard one of the creatures shouting to the other above the clamor of the multiple echo caster:
“Did you dampen the fourth reactor?’
“I shut it down completely. That takes care of the last few hot springs in the Upper Level, according to the diagram.”
“How about those scattered springs — the ones fed by the second reactor?”
“Thorndyke says to let them go on flowing. If we miss anybody, they’ll have a place to stay until we can find them.”
Heartsick, Jared retreated toward the stairs. He had been right all along. The monsters were responsible for the boiling pit failures. And now he heard how precarious had been the position of the Survivors through all the generations. At any chosen moment the demons could have deprived them of their principal means of existence!
Abruptly the cone of light swung in his direction. He turned and bolted for the stairs, prodding Della ahead of him.
“They’re coming!” he warned.
At full speed they bounded upward. There was a moment, after he had climbed hundreds of steps, that he considered slowing the pace so they could catch their breath. But he realized just then that he was also receiving faint Light composites of the things around him. Which meant the monsters were already on their way up!
His lungs boiling in protest, he put on a burst of speed nevertheless and dragged the girl along. Desperately, he wondered how far they were from the top.
“I — I can’t go on!” she complained.
When she collapsed, the sudden resistance of her weight against his grip almost pulled him off balance. He helped her up and, with an arm around her waist, resumed his dash up the stairs.
Despite his help, she fell again and, when he tried to lift her, he dropped beside the girl. He would have lain there forever. But this was their last chance; if they failed now, there would never be a secure, secluded world for them.
He struggled erect, cradled the girl in his arms and forced his numb legs back into motion. Each step sent a new throb of pain through his side. Each frantically gulped lungful of air seemed like it would be his last.
Then, finally, he heard the opening above and drew a scant measure of encouragement from the nearness of his goal. Only vaguely did he wonder, however, where he would muster the strength to find concealment after they reached the Original World.
An eternity later he hauled himself and the girl up over the last step and crawled onto the floor of the shack. He gave Della a shove forward. “Hide in one of the other units — quick!”
She dragged herself ahead, staggering on through the entrance. Outside, she pitched forward and he heard only the violent rasping of her breath as she lay there motionless.
He managed to pull himself erect. But paralyzing exhaustion sent him reeling against an inner wall. He collided with a bulky object and his auditory impressions of the shack spun dizzily about him. He crashed into something else and collapsed, retaining his consciousness not even long enough to feel the impact of all the furnishings that tumbled down on top of him.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Don’t lie there, Jared! Get up and save yourself!”
Distorted with anxiety, Leah’s thoughts spanned the distance from Radiation. And Jared was vaguely disturbed by the fact that he couldn’t even recall having entered a dream.
“The demons — they’re coming up the steps!”
He stirred against the pressure of all the things which, he remembered now, had tumbled down upon him in the shack. But somehow he couldn’t quite pull himself back to con sciousness.
“1 can’t talk and keep track of the monsters at the same time!” Leah went on frantically. “They don’t know you’re there, but they heard all that noise. They’ll find you and bring you back to Radiation!”
He was perplexed over his passive reaction to the warning. His stupor, he reasoned, must be the result of more than mere exhaustion.
Through the medium of Leah’s conscious, he strove for a composite of the physical things around her. And he sensed, from the audible impressions stored in her mind, that she lay on a slumber surface she had learned to call a “bed.” She was in some sort of a shack that was closed off by a rigid curtain (the unfamiliar word “door” was suggested). Her arms were bound to the sides of the bed. And her eyes were stubbornly closed because she knew that if she opened them they would be assailed by the incomprehensible stuff she had been told was “light.” It was seeping in around the edges of a flexible curtain that hung in front of the — “window.”