_There was a boy and a girl and a strange new planet; the planet was alive with hideous dangers. But the boy and girl were very young and all Robin wanted to know was: "Who stole my doll?"_

 A WORLD CALLED CRIMSON

 By DARIUS JOHN GRANGER

_When the starship _Star of Fire_ collided with a meteor swarm sixparsecs stellar north of the galactic hub in the year A. D. 2278, it lostits atmosphere within forty-five minutes. At first it was thought thatevery man, woman and child of the four thousand, one hundred andsixty-six aboard were lost, in this the greatest of all interstellardisasters. But as was discovered twenty years later in the Purcellexploration, this was not quite the case. (See PURCELL)_

 _--from The ANNALS OF SPACE, Vol. 12_

 * * * * *

[Illustration: The Cyclops--not hungry at the moment--regarded Robin asa new toy. ]

It was the nasty little boy from B Deck who had stolen her doll. Shehated him. He was horrid. She slipped out of their stateroom while herMom and Dad were dressing for dinner. She'd find that horrid little boyon B Deck. She'd scratch his eyes out. 

Her name was Robin Sinclair and she was five years old and mad enough tothrow the boy from B Deck out into space, only she didn't know how to goabout that. 

She went down the companionway to B Deck, where the people dresseddifferently. The colors weren't as bright, somehow, the cloth not sofine. It was a major distinction in the eyes of a five-year-old girl, especially one who loved to run her fingers over fine synthetics and whoeven had a favorite color. Her favorite color was crimson. 

"'Scuse me, mister. Didja see a little boy with a doll with a crimsondress on?"

A smile. But she was deadly serious. "Not me, young lady. "

She walked for a while aimlessly on B Deck. She saw two little boys, butthey weren't the right ones. Pouting now, almost in tears, she was onthe verge of giving up. Mom and Dad could buy her a new doll. Mom andDad were richer than anybody, weren't they?

Then, all of a sudden, she saw him. He was just ducking out of sight upahead. Under his arm was tucked the doll with the crimson dress, herfavorite doll. 

"Hey!" she cried. "Hey, wait for me!"

Her little feet pounding, she raced down the companionway. As shereached the irising door in the bulkhead, an electric eye opened it forher. She had never come this way before. It was not as bright and cleanas the rest of the ship. She had not even seen the sign which saidPASSENGERS NOT PERMITTED BEYOND THIS POINT. But then, she could barelyread, anyway. 

She caught a quick second glimpse of the boy, and started running as herounded a turn in the corridor. Shouting for him to stop, she reachedthe turn and saw him up ahead. He looked back at her and stuck out histongue and kept running. 

 * * * * *

It was then that the whole world shuddered, like it was trying to shakeitself to pieces. 

Alarm bells clanged everywhere. Whistles shrilled. Pretty soonuniformed men were running in all directions. Robin Sinclair wassuddenly very frightened. She wanted to go back to A Deck, to her Momand Dad, but she had followed the boy through so many twisting, turningcorridors that she knew she would be lost if she tried. She lookedahead. The boy seemed confident as he made his way. She followed him. But she was really mad at him now. It was his fault she was so far fromMom and Dad when a thing like this happened. 

 * * * * *

Uniformed members of the crew continued rushing by. She heard snatchesof conversation she didn't understand. 

"Trying to patch it . .. "

"The whole stern section of the ship. Losing air fast . .. "

"The lifeboats. I was just down there. Every last one of 'em. Gone. Themeteor took 'em right off into space. "

"If the damage can't be repaired . .. "

And one man, finally, with a face awful to behold: "Patches won't hold. We're losing air faster'n it can be replaced. Better tell the Captain. "

A man in a lot of gold braid rushed into view. He wasdistinguished-looking, but old. Boy, he was old, Robin thought. Helooked as old as her grandfather. 

"Captain! We're losing too much air. It can't be replaced. "

"Then prepare to abandon ship. "

"But, sir, every lifeboat is gone!"

"No lifeboats? No lifeboats!"

The boy stuck his tongue out again. She ran after him, shaking herlittle fist. They were completely absorbed in their private enmity whilethe word went out that the situation was hopeless and almost fivethousand people prepared to die. 

"I've got you now!"

He had run up against a blank wall. She came toward him, holding herhands out for the doll with the crimson dress. He held it behind hisback. She reached around to get it but he pushed her and she fell down. 

"I'll fix you!" she threatened, getting up and rushing toward him again. Big arms came down, and big hands grabbed her. 

"There now, little miss, " a voice said. "Why aren't you with your folks?Time like this, you ought to be with your folks. What is it, B Deck?"

"A Deck, " Robin said haughtily. "_He's_ from B. Why is everybody runningaround so?"

He was a tall, slat-thin man with a kind-looking face. "Say, wait aminute!" he suddenly said, looking perplexed. "They all the time said Iwas nuts, building that damn thing. Well, I can't fit into it, but maybethese here kids can. "

He scooped Robin up with one hand, got the boy with the other. "I wantmy doll!" Robin cried, but the boy held it away from her. 

"Take it easy now, " the man said. "Take it easy. We'll take care ofyou. "

 * * * * *

He ran with them to one of the repair bays of the great, doom-boundstarship. In one corner, beyond the now useless patching equipment, wasa table. On the table stood a model of the _Star of Fire_. It was sixfeet long and perfect in every external detail. He hadn't got around tothe inside yet. The inside was completely empty. It had rockets andeverything. There was no reason why it wouldn't be perfectlyspace-worthy. Why, it would even hold an atmosphere . .. 

"In you go!" he said. 

The little boy was suddenly scared. "I want my Mother, " he said. "Iwant my Dad. "

"In you go. "

Robin felt herself lifted, and thrust inside something. It was dark inthere. She moved around and bumped into something. She moved around somemore and bumped against the little boy from B Deck. 

"How do you get out of here?" she asked. 

"I don't know, " he said. 

"I want my doll back, " she said. 

"Oh yeah?"

"You better give it to me. "

He said nothing. There was a hissing sound, and a faint roar. Far away, something slid ponderously. 

"Pleasant voyage, little ones!" a voice boomed. 

Something sat on her chest all at once, squeezing all the air from her. It was a great weight holding her motionless, squeezing. She wanted tocry, but couldn't get the sound out. She wanted her Mom. Mom would knowwhat to do. 

She was crushed and flattened into a tunnel of blackness. 

Thirty minutes later, the starship _Star of Fire_, outworld-bound fromSol to the starswarms beyond Ophiuchus, lost all its remaining air. Itbecame an enormous coffin spinning end over end in space amid the blazeof starlight near the center of the galaxy. 

One tiny spaceship, a small model of the huge liner, sped away. If itwent two days finding no planet, its two occupants would perish when thesmall oxygen supply gave out. If it found a planet it would circle andland automatically. The possibility of this was small, but not remote. For here at the center of the galaxy, stellar distances are more nearlyplanetary and most of the stars have attendant planets. But even then, it would have to be a world capable of supporting their lives . .. 

They sped on, in all innocence. She was five. He was six. His name wasCharlie Fullerton. He had her doll. She hated him. 

 * * * * *

Two hours after the tiny model spaceship landed on a planet with threesuns in the sky, Robin Sinclair awoke. She felt cramped anduncomfortable. It took her a while to orient herself. She had some kindof a dream. A dream was a funny thing. Mom said it wasn't real. But itsure was real to her. 

She got up and pushed with her hands. A section of the tiny spaceshipsprang away at her touch, admitting blinding light. She lay there withher eyes tightly shut, but after a while she could see. The boy wassleeping. She still hated him. He was sleeping with her doll in hisarms. She took the doll and he moved his arms and woke up. She jumpedout of the open spaceship with the doll and started running. 

She ran along a beach. But the sand was green. The ocean hissed androared and there was nobody else. "N'ya! N'ya! Y'can't catch me!" shebawled at the top of her voice. And fell down in the sand. 

He caught up with her and fell on top of her and they wrestled for thedoll. The surf thundered nearby. The tide, capricious in the grip of thethree suns, rose suddenly, flooding them with chill water. Coughing andspluttering and choking, they retreated further up the beach. 

Soon they quieted down. 

"I'm soaking wet, " she said. 

"My name is Charlie, " he said sullenly. "Let's go back now. "

"How do we go back?" she wanted to know. 

"That's a nice doll, " Charlie said. 

"You took it from me!" Accusingly. 

"Aw, I only wanted to look at it. "

"She has a crimson dress and everything. "

"This is some world, " Charlie said after a while. 

"What's a world?"

"Oh, a world is--you know--everything. "

"Oh. "

"You think it has Indians?"

She said, "It ought to have Indians, anyhow. "

"And pirates too?" he asked in a voice full of awe. 

She nodded her head very seriously. "I like pirates, " she said. "They'reso scarey. "

Just then a ship came into view far away across the water. It hadenormous sails and a black hull. On the fore-sail was painted a hugeblack skull. 

"Let's get out of here!" Charlie cried in alarm. But beetling cliffsreared behind the beach and although they ran frantically along at theedge of the green sand, they could find no way to scale the cliffs. Thepirate ship came closer and closer. 

They got down whimpering at the base of the cliffs and remained verystill. After a long time the pirate ship came close to shore. A longboatwas dispatched and its oars flashed in the triple sunlight like giantlegs on which the longboat walked across the waves toward the beach. 

Then the pirates were ashore. The man who led them had only one leg, anda peg. He looked very mean. 

 * * * * *

"It's Blackbeard the Pirate!" said Charlie in a frightened whisper. HisDad had once read him a story about Blackbeard. 

The pirate with the wooden leg suddenly had a black beard. 

"The doll!" cried Robin. 

"What's the matter?"

"We left her down there. Crimson. " She called her doll Crimson becauseshe had a crimson dress. 

Now Blackbeard approached the model spaceship with his crew. Theygathered around it, frowning. Robin watched, her face pale, her eyeswide. Crimson was there on the sand. They were going to see Crimson. Even as she was thinking these horrible thoughts, one of the pirates sawCrimson and picked her up. Blackbeard came over and took the doll andlooked at her. At that moment there was a shout from above the cliffsand an arrow suddenly transfixed one of the pirates. He fell downwrithing and Blackbeard and the rest of his men raced back to thelongboat. 

"Indians, " Charlie whispered knowingly. 

The Indians shouted and yelled. 

"Are there any cowboys here?" Robin asked hopefully. 

"No, sir. No cowboys, " Charlie said very definitely. 

"I'm hungry, " Robin said. "I wish we had something. "

With a little squeal of delight, she looked down at her feet. Twoplatters of fried chicken, with all the trimmings. Her favorite. Theyate ravenously, not hearing the Indians any more. They watched thelongboat return to the pirate ship. All this way, they could see littleCrimson's dress as Blackbeard took her aboard. Robin finished her friedchicken and started to cry. 

"Girls, " said Charlie in disgust. 

"I can't help it. Poor Crimson. "

"Is she dead?"

"Blackbeard the pirate took her. "

"Charles was my grandfather's name. My grandfather died and they namedme Charles. "

"I want Crimson!"

"Get down! The Indians will see you. "

"The Indians went away. I want Crimson!"

"We could name this beach after Crimson. "

"Aw, what do you know? It's only a beach. "

"We could name the whole wide world. " Charlie gestured expansively. 

The green sand of the beach became crimson. The sky had a crimson glow. 

"It sure is a funny world, " Charlie said. Laughter loud as thunderechoed in the sky. "A world called Crimson, " he added. 

 * * * * *

The tide came in. Spray and surf bounded off the rocks, wetting them. "We better go up the hill, " Robin said. By hill she meant theperpendicular cliffs behind them. 

The tide thundered in. They were sodden. They clung to the rocks. 

"We need an elevator or something, " Charlie said. 

Golden cables flashed in the sunlight. The gilt elevator cage came down. They climbed in as a big wave came and battered the rocks. The elevatorwent up, up to the top of the cliff. They could see a long way acrossthe water. They could watch the pirate ship sailing away, the skullblack as night on its sail. 

They got out of the elevator at the top of the cliff. They didn't seeany Indians, but they saw the ashes of a campfire. 

"Are there lions and tigers and everything?" Robin asked in wonder, gazing out over the beach and the sea and then turning around to see thegreen forest which began fifty yards beyond the edge of the cliff. 

"Sure there are lions and tigers, " Charlie said matter-of-factly. 

 * * * * *

Off somewhere in the woods, a big cat roared. Robin whimpered. 

"I w-was only fooling, " Charlie said, vaguely understanding that youcould somehow make things happen on this world called Crimson. 

But he learned a lesson that night. You could make things happen onCrimson, but you couldn't unmake them. 

The tiger roared again. But they were downwind from it and it wentelsewhere in search of prey. Huddled together near the embers of theIndian campfire, the two children slept fitfully through the cold night. 

Then the three suns finally came up on three different sides of thehorizon. Crimson was deadly, but beautiful. .. . 

 * * * * *

_Although credit for the discovery of _Aladdin's Planet_ goes to theexplorer Richard Purcell of Earth, two Earth children actually wereshipwrecked there twenty years before Purcell's expedition. But insteadof paving the way for Purcell, they actually made the exploration moredifficult for him. In fact, it was positively fraught with peril. Butsince _Aladdin's Planet_ had become the galaxy's arsenal of plenty, itwas well worth Purcell's effort. As any schoolboy knows in this utopiaof 24th century plenty, _Aladdin's Planet_, almost exactly at the heartof the galaxy, where matter is spontaneously created to sweep out inlong cosmic trails across the galaxy, is the home not merely ofspontaneous creation of matter, but spontaneous _formed_ creation, withany human psyche capable of doing the handwork of God. A planet of greatimport . .. _

 _--from The ANNALS OF SPACE, Vol. 2_

 * * * * *

She stood poised for a glorious moment on the very edge of the rock, thebronze and pink of her glistening in the sun, the spray still clingingto her from her last dive. Then, grace in every line of her lithe body, she sprang from the rock in a perfectly executed swan dive. 

Charlie helped her out, smiling. "That was pretty, " he said. 

"Well, you taught me how. " Her figure was not yet that of a woman, butfar more than that of a girl. She was very beautiful and Charlie knewthis although he had no standards to judge by, except for the Indianwomen they occasionally saw or Blackbeard's slave girls when the pirateship came in to trade. 

Unselfconsciously, Robin climbed into her gold-mesh shorts. Charliehelped her fasten the gold-mesh halter. Long, long ago--it seemed anunreal dream, almost--he had been a very small boy and his mother hadtaken him to a show in which everyone danced and sang and wore gold-meshclothing. He had never forgotten it, and now all their clothing wasgold-mesh. 

 * * * * *

Robin spun around and looked at him. Her tawny blonde hair fell almostto her waist, and he helped her comb it with a jewel-encrusted comb hehad wished into being a few days before. 

"I so like Crimson!" she cried impulsively. 

Charlie smiled. "Why, that's a funny thing to say. Is there any otherkind of a place?"

"You mean, but Crimson?"

"Yes. "

"I don't know. It is funny. Sometimes I think--"

Charlie smiled at her, a little condescendingly. "Oh, it's the bookagain, is it?" he asked. 

"All right. It's the book. Stop making fun of me. "

Many years ago, when they'd been small children, they had returned tothe ruined spaceship which had brought them to Crimson. It had beenempty except for the book, as if the book had been placed there for themby whatever power had put them in the spaceship. Naturally, they had notbeen able to read, but they kept the book anyway. Then one day, yearslater, Robin had wished to be able to read and the next time she liftedthe book and opened it, the magic of the words was miraculously revealedto her. The book was called A ONE VOLUME ENCYCLOPEDIC HISTORY and ittold about just everything--except Crimson. There was no mention ofCrimson at all. Robin read the book over and over again until she almostknew it by heart. Even Charlie had listened to it twice all the waythrough when she read it, but he had never wished for the ability toread himself. 

Now Charlie asked: "Do you really believe the book? This is Crimson. This is real. "

"I don't know. Sometimes I think this isn't as real as everything in thebook. And sometimes I just don't know. "

They walked in silence to their elevator and took it to the top of thehighest cliff. They had wished for a house there, like one Robin hadseen in the book. They had wished for many things to make their livesinteresting, or pleasant. They had peopled Crimson with the fruit oftheir wishes, using the ONE VOLUME ENCYCLOPEDIC HISTORY as a guide. 

 * * * * *

They lived a mile from the Indian Camp. They traded with the Indianswho, strangely, did not know how to wish for things. Neither did thepirates, or anyone. Just Robin and Charlie. The pirates lived across thesea on an island. To the south along the shore were Phoenicians, Greeks, Mayas, Royal Navymen, Submariners, mermaids and Cyclopes. To the northalong the shore were Polynesians, Maoris, Panamanians and Dutchmen. Inland were Cannibals, Lotus Eaters, a few settlements of cowboys tomake life interesting for the Indians, farmers, Russians, Congressmenand Ministers. All had been created by Robin and Charlie, who visitedthem sometimes. They never believed for a minute that Robin and Charliehad really created them, although all were amazed by Robin and Charlie'sability to make things appear out of thin air. 

Just as they reached their house, an Indian brave came running down thetrail toward them. 

"Skyship come!" he cried, gesturing wildly and excitedly. 

"Skyship?" repeated Charlie, looking at Robin. "Have you created anyspaceships?"

"No. You know it's a bargain between us. We don't create anything wedon't think we understand. "

The Indian was sweating. His name was Tashtu, which meant Wild Eagle, and he was their go-between with the tribe. "Skyship sweep acrossheavens, " he said. "Not land. Go up in Wild Country. "

Charlie's interest quickened. Wild Country. They had created it onimpulse, about twenty miles from the Indian Camp, midway between thesettlements of Congressmen inland and Cyclopes on the shore. It was aplace of tortuous gorges and rocks and mountains, utterly lifeless. Noone ever went there. Someday, he had always told Robin, they wouldexplore Wild Country. If there really was a spaceship, and if it hadgone there . .. 

"No, " Robin said. "I know what you're thinking. But I'm perfectly happyhere. "

"You just now said you sometimes thought Crimson wasn't real and therewere other, real worlds which--"

"That's different. I can dream, can't I?"

"But don't you see, if a spaceship's really come, maybe they can tellus. "

 * * * * *

She gripped his arm. "Charlie. Oh, Charlie, I don't know. I'm afraid. We've been happy here, haven't we? We really wouldn't want it tochange . .. "

"I'm going to Wild Country, " Charlie said stubbornly. 

Tashtu nodded his head. "It is good that you do. For the braves--"

"Don't tell me they went after the skyship?" Charlie asked. 

"Yes, Lord. Skyship come low, ruin crops mile around. War dance follow. War party leave last sunrise. "

"Six hours ago!" Charlie cried. "Can we overtake them?"

Tashtu shrugged. "Hurry, Lord. "

"Don't you see, " Charlie told Robin. "They're savages. They wouldn'tunderstand anything like spaceships. They wouldn't want to. If they getthe chance, they'll kill first and ask questions afterwards. We've gotto go to the Wild Country now. "

Big and brawny Tashtu was nodding his head earnestly, but Robin seemedunconvinced. "Why, " she said, "there isn't even anything about WildCountry in the book. "

"That's because we made it. "

"And besides, the Congressmen are dangerous. "

"Congressmen? Don't you mean the Cyclopes?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. The Cyclopes are dangerous. "

She couldn't possibly have meant the Congressmen. It was never clear toeither of them precisely what a Congressman did. But there were hundredsof them on one side of Wild Country and they were forever makingspeeches and promises, little round bald men with great, rich voicesand wonderful vocabularies. Charlie loved to hear them speak. 

"We go, Lord?" Tashtu asked. 

Charlie nodded and went inside swiftly for his rifle. It was modeledafter the most powerful rifle in the encyclopedia and was called aMannlicher Elephant Gun. Robin came with her own smaller Springfieldrepeater. 

"Ready?" Charlie asked. 

"Yes. We can think up food along the trail. "

"Hurry, Lord, " Tashtu urged. 

Charlie could hardly contain his excitement. The Wild Country, at last. And a spaceship. 

 * * * * *

By the time they were ready to make planetfall on the unexplored world, Purcell knew his dislike of Glaudot bordered on actual hatred. Purcell, who was forty-five years old and a bachelor, liked his spacemen tough, yes: you had to be tough to land on, explore, and subdue a couple ofdozen worlds, as Purcell himself had done. But he also liked hisspacemen with humility: facing the unknown and sometimes the unknowableat every step of the way, you needed humility. 

Glaudot, younger than Purcell by fifteen years, confident, arrogant, alean hard man and handsome in a gaunt-cheeked, saturnine way, lackedhumility. For one thing, he treated the crew like dirt and had treatedthem that way since blastoff from Earth almost five months before. Foranother, he seemed impatient with Purcell's orders, although Purcell wasnot a cautious man, and certainly not a timid one. What had been growingbetween them flared out into the open moments before planetfall. 

"I can't get over it, " Purcell said. "I've never seen a world anythinglike it. " They had made telescopic observations from within theatmosphere. "Giants living in caves, " Purcell went on. "Sailing shipsflying the Jolly Roger. A town consisting of miniature replicas of theWhite House on Earth. Mermaids. "

"Don't tell me you really thought you saw mermaids?" Glaudot asked alittle condescendingly. 

"All right, I'll admit I only caught a glimpse of them. I thought theywere mermaids. But what about the Indians?"

"Yes, " Glaudot admitted. "I saw the Indians. "

Using their atmospheric rockets, they had flown over the Indian villageat an altitude of only a few hundred feet, to see bronze-skinned menrush out of tents and stare up at them in awe. After that, Purcell haddecided to find some desolate spot in which to land, in order not torisk a too-sudden encounter with any of the fantastically diversifiednatives. 

Now Glaudot said: "You're taking what we saw too literally, Captain. Why, I remember on Harfonte we had all sorts of hallucinations untilCaptain Jamison discovered they were exactly that--we'd been hypnotizedinto seeing the things we most feared by powerless natives who reallyfeared us. "

"This isn't Harfonte, " Purcell said, a little irritably. 

"Yeah, but you weren't there. "

"I know that, Glaudot. I'm only trying to point out that each world mustbe considered as unique. Each world presents its own problems, which--"

"I say this is like Harfonte all over again. I say if you'd had the gutsto land right smack in the middle of that Indian village, you'd haveseen for yourself. I say to play it close to the vest is ridiculous, "Glaudot said, and then smiled deprecatingly. "Begging your pardon, ofcourse, Captain. But don't you see, man, you've got to show theextraterrestrials, whatever form they take, that Earthmen aren't afraidof them. "

"Caution and fear aren't the same thing, " Purcell insisted. He didn'tknow why he bothered to explain this to Glaudot. Perhaps it was becauseEnsign Chandler, youngest man in the exploration party, was in thelounge listening to them. Chandler was a nice kid, clean-cut and rightout of the finest tradition of Earth, but Chandler was, like all boysbarely out of their teens, impressionable. He was particularlyimpressionable in these, his first months in space. 

"When you're cautious it's as much to protect the natives as yourself, "Purcell went on, and then put into simple words what Glaudot andChandler should have learned at the Academy for Exploration, anyway. 

When he finished, Glaudot shrugged and asked: "What do you think, EnsignChandler?"

Chandler blushed slowly. "I--I'd rather not say, " he told them. "CaptainPurcell is--the captain. "

Glaudot smiled his triumph at Purcell. It was then, for the first time, that Purcell's dislike for the man became intense. Purcell wondered howlong he'd been poisoning the youth's mind against the doctrines of theAcademy. 

Just then a light glowed in the bulkhead and a metallic voice intoned:"Prepare for landing. Prepare for landing at once. "

Purcell, striding to his blast-hammock, told Glaudot, who was theexpedition's exec, "I'll want the landing party ready to move half anhour after planetfall. "

"Yes, sir, " said Glaudot eagerly. At least there was something theyagreed on. 

 * * * * *

"Men, " Purcell told the small landing party as they assembled near themain airlock thirty-five minutes later, "we have an obligation to ourcivilization which I hope all of you understand. While here on thisunknown world we must do nothing to bring discredit to the name of Earthand the galactic culture which Earth represents. "

They had all seen the bleak moon-like landscape through the viewports. They were eager to get out there and plant the flag of Earth anddetermine what the new world was like. There were only eight of them inthe first landing party: others would follow once the eight establisheda preliminary base of operations. The eight were wearing the new-style, light-weight spacesuits which all exploration parties used even thoughthe temperature and atmosphere of the new world seemed close enough toEarth-norm. It had long ago been decided at the Academy that chancescouldn't be taken with some unknown factor, possibly toxic, fatal andirreversible, in an unknown atmosphere. After a day or two of thoroughlaboratory analysis of the air they'd be able to chuck their spacesuitsif all went well. 

They filed through the airlock silently, Purcell first with the flag ofEarth, then Glaudot, then the others. White faces watched from theviewport as they clomped across the convoluted terrain. 

"Nobody here but us chickens!" Glaudot said, and he laughed, after theyhad walked some way across the desolate landscape. "But then, what didyou expect? Captain took us clear of all the more promising places. "

The man's only motive, Purcell decided, was his colossal ego. He made noreply: that would be descending to Glaudot's level. 

After they walked almost entirely across the low-walled crater in whichthe exploration ship had come down, and after Purcell had planted theflag on the highest pinnacle within the low crater walls, Glaudot said:

"How's about taking a look-see over the top, Captain? At least thatmuch. "

Purcell wasn't in favor of the idea. It would mean leaving sight of theship too soon. But the radio voices of most of the men indicated thatthey agreed with Glaudot, so Purcell shrugged and said a pair ofvolunteers could go, if they promised to rejoin the main party withintwo hours. 

Glaudot immediately volunteered. That at least made sense. Glaudot hadthe courage of his convictions. Several others volunteered, but thefirst hand up had been Ensign Chandler's. 

"I don't want to sound like a martinet, " Purcell told them. "But youunderstand that by two hours I mean two hours. Not a minute more. "

"Yes, sir, " Chandler said. 

"Glaudot?"

"Yes, sir, " the Executive Officer replied. 

"All right, " Purcell said. He walked over to the first of the bigmagna-sleds piled high with equipment. "We'll be setting up the basecamp over here. I know the men still in the ship will want to stretchtheir legs soon as possible. We don't want to have to go looking foryou, Glaudot. "

"Not me, Captain, " Glaudot assured him, and walked off toward the craterrim with young Ensign Chandler. 

 * * * * *

"What the devil was that?" Chandler said forty-five minutes later. 

"Stop jumping at every shadow you see. Relax. "

"I thought I saw something moving behind that rock. "

"So, go take a look. "

"But--"

"Hell, boy, don't let that Purcell put the fear of the unknown into youon your very first trip out. Huh, what do you say?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Glaudot, " Ensign Chandler replied. 

"After all, " Glaudot went on, "we have nothing to be afraid of. We'restill within sight of the ship. "

Chandler turned around. "I don't see it, " he said. 

"From the top of that rock you could. "

"Think so?"

"Sure I do. Why don't you take a look if it will make you feel better?"

"All right, " Chandler said, and smiled at his own temerity. But he knewvaguely that he'd been caught in a crossfire between the cautiousPurcell and the bold, arrogant Glaudot. Sometimes he really thought thatthe Captain's caution made sense: on Wulcreston, he'd learned at theAcademy, a whole Earth expedition had been slaughtered before contactbecause the natives mistook hand telescopes for weapons. And surely onany world a spacesuited man looked more like a monster than a manalthough he was vulnerable in a spacesuit, even more vulnerable than anaked man because he could only run awkwardly. 

All this Chandler thought as he climbed the high rock rampart. He'd senda subspace letter back to the folks tonight, sure enough, he toldhimself. Not only had he been chosen for the preliminary explorationparty, he'd made the first trip out of sight of the spaceship. Itcertainly was something to write home about, and Mom would be veryproud . .. 

He was on top of the rock now. The vast tortuous landscape spread outbelow him like a relief map in a mapmaker's nightmare. Far to his left, beyond Glaudot's spacesuited figure, he could see the projectile-shapedspaceship resting on its tail fins. And to his right--

He stared. He gawked. 

At the last moment he tried to get down from the rock, but his spacebootcaught on an outcropping and his fatal mistake was standing upright inan attempt to free it. 

Then all at once in a blinding burst of pain he was clutching atsomething in his chest but knew as his life ebbed rapidly from his youngbody that it would not matter if he was able to pull the cruel shaftout. .. . 

 * * * * *

Glaudot went rushing up the side of the rock. He still couldn't believehis eyes. Ensign Chandler had been impaled by two long feathered shafts, two arrows. The force of the first one had spun Chandler around and helay now with his back arched across the topmost ramparts of the rock, two arrows protruding from his chest and his life blood, starkly crimsonagainst the white of the spacesuit, pouring out. 

Reaching the top of the rock in an attempt to drag the dying boy down, Glaudot saw the Indians rushing up the other side of the crater wall. Indians, he thought incredulously. Indians, as in the American Westhundreds of years ago. Indians . .. But just what the hell were theydoing here?

A muscular brave notched an arrow, his right hand drawing the featheredshaft back to his ear. Quickly Glaudot flung his arms skyward, hopingthat the universal gesture of surrender would be understood. The bravestood statue-still. His lips opened. He was speaking to another of thehalf-dozen Indians in the raiding band, but Glaudot could not hear thewords through his space helmet. He knew his life hung in the balance. 

He watched, fascinated and helpless, as the Indian who had slain EnsignChandler came toward him. 

 * * * * *

Tashtu said: "Two raiding bands, Lord. One go north. Other south. Wefollow?"

They had reached the advance Indian camp on the fringe of the WildCountry. So far they had seen nothing of the Cyclopes who lived in thispart of the world. Of all their creations, Charlie and Robin feared andavoided only the Cyclopes, the enormous one-eyed giants which had sointrigued Robin in the encyclopedia that she'd had a compulsion tocreate them, and had done so. 

"We can't follow both bands, " Charlie said, looking troubled. 

"Why can't we?" Robin asked. "You go north with some of the braves, Charlie. I'll go south. We ought to be able to overtake the raidingparties before anything happens. "

"I can't let you go alone. "

"All right. I'll take Tashtu with me. Don't you think Tashtu can takecare of me as well as you can?"

"Well, I just don't like the idea--" Charlie began. 

"That's silly. If we have to find them before there's trouble, we haveto find them. Well, don't we?"

Charlie gave her an uncertain nod. He had grown up with her and had seenher every day of his life, but every time he took a good look at her, atthe lovely face and the tawny, long-limbed form ill-concealed by thegold-mesh garments, it took his breath away. Although in a sense a wholeworld was his plaything, he had never seen anything so lovely. Finallyhe said, "I guess you're too logical for me. Take care of her, Tashtu. "

"With my life, Lord, " the Indian vowed as the group broke up. Robin ranto Charlie and hugged him, kissing his cheek half playfully, half inearnest. 

"You be careful, too, " she said, and went off with Tashtu and several ofthe braves. 

 * * * * *

Naturally she was excited. She knew more about spacemen than Charliedid. She had read the encyclopedia more carefully, hadn't she? Shewondered what the spacemen would be like. She couldn't help wondering itbecause the only man she had ever known, except for those they hadcreated, was Charlie. Of course, she hadn't told Charlie this in so manywords, but she felt, had always felt, vaguely and now felt clearly, thatbefore she could settle down contentedly with Charlie, she would have toknow something of the world beyond Crimson. And there was a vastworld--a multitude of worlds--beyond Crimson. She knew that. Theencyclopedia mentioned all of them but did not mention Crimson at all. 

They walked for several minutes through green forest, and then abruptlycame to the edge of the Wild Country. Even the idea of the Wild Countrybrought an eagerness to Robin's limbs and made her walk more rapidly. The Wild Country was unknown, wasn't it? They had created it withoutknowing quite what they were creating, and had never explored it. 

She went ahead with Tashtu over the rocks and crushed pumice. No windsblew in Wild Country. The air was neither hot nor cold. The landscapeseemed changeless and eternal, as if it had been that way since beforethe dawn of history, although actually Charlie and Robin had created itonly a few years before. 

They forged on for two hours, Tashtu following the easily read spoor inthe pumice. They came at last to a low crater wall, where the spoordisappeared. At first Tashtu was confused, but then he pointed to thetop, several hundred feet above their heads. Robin caught a glimpse oftawny skin and feathers and buckskin in the sunlight. 

"Haloo!" Tashtu called, and some of the braves above them whirled, allspeaking excitedly in the clumsy English which was the only tongue theyknew. 

"Huragpha slay monster, " they said. "Capture other monster. But thensee . .. " the words drifted off into silence. Obviously, the Indians wereperplexed. "You come, see. Monster, him bleed like man. "

At Tashtu's side, Robin rushed up the steep rocky slope. When theyreached the top, breathless and all but exhausted, Robin put her hand toher mouth with a little cry of horror. 

 * * * * *

There was a dead man stretched out on the rock there, two arrowstransfixing his chest through the fabric of his spacesuit. The spacesuithad probably frightened the Indians, but he was a man all right. Hadthey been closer, even the Indians would have known that. That poorman. .. . Why, he was hardly more than a boy. 

Spacemen!

And there was another, surrounded now by several of the Indians. "Himprisoner, " said the Indian called Huragpha a little uncertainly. 

Robin walked over to the man in the spacesuit. He was a big man, evenbigger than Charlie. He looked very strong, but the spacesuit might havebeen deceptive. He looked frightened, but not terrified. 

"Are you really a spaceman?" Robin asked. 

Glaudot said: "Well, so one of you can speak more than a few grunts. That's something. " He looked carefully at Robin. "Beautiful, too, " hesaid. The way he said it was not a compliment. It was an objectivestatement of fact. 

"I know it won't help to say I'm sorry about your friend. Words won'thelp, I guess. But--"

"Yeah, " Glaudot said. "All right. He's dead. I can't bring him back andyou can't bring him back, sister. "

"I'm not your sister, " Robin said. 

Glaudot told her it was a way of speaking. He couldn't quite believe hisears. She spoke English as well as he did, which was incredible enoughhere on a world halfway across the galaxy. But he got the impressionthat she was almost fantastically naive. Yet the Indians--and, incredibly, they were Indians--seemed to be subservient to her, almostseemed to worship her. 

Glaudot sat down on his space helmet, which he had taken off someminutes before, and said: "Are you the boss lady around here?"

"Boss lady? I don't understand. "

"Are you in charge? Do you run things?"

Robin smiled and said: "I created them. "

"I'm sorry. Now _I_ don't get _you_. "

"I said I created them. It's very simple. My friend and I decided a verylong time ago it would be nice or interesting or I forget what, it wasso long ago, if we had some Indians. So, we created Indians. "

Glaudot threw his head back and laughed. "For a minute, " he said, "youalmost had me believing you. " The girl was dressed like a savage, hetold himself, like a beautiful savage, but at least she had a sense ofhumor. That was something. 

"But what is so funny?" Robin asked. 

"You just now said--"

"I know what I said. My friend and I created the Indians. Of course. Why? Can't you create anything you want? Just anything?"

"All right, sister, " Glaudot said a little angrily. He did not likebeing made fun of, for he lacked the capacity to laugh at himself. "Justhow much of a fool do you think I am?"

"Why, I don't know, " Robin replied. "How much of a fool are you?"

Glaudot glared at her. Purcell was going to be one mad captain when hewas told of Chandler's death, but men had died on expeditions before andit really wasn't Glaudot's fault. At any rate he had established contactwith somebody of obvious importance among the natives, and Purcell wouldappreciate that. 

"Never mind, " Glaudot said. 

"Tell me about being a spaceman. Do you really fly among the stars?"

"Well, yes, " Glaudot said, "although it isn't really flying. "

"And do you create new stars as you go along?"

 * * * * *

There she went again with her talk of creation, as if creating thingsout of nothing was the commonest occurrence in the world. Glaudot stoodup. "All right, sister. Show me. "

"Why, show you what?"

"Create something. "

"You mean, " Robin said, disappointed, "you actually can't?"

"Just go ahead and create something. "

Robin shrugged. "What would you like?"

Glaudot thought for a moment. "A piano!" he said suddenly. "How about apiano?" It was complicated enough, he thought. "And while you're at it, how about telling me how come everyone speaks English--or tries to speakEnglish around here?"

Robin frowned. "Is there some other way of speaking?"

Glaudot also frowned. That line of thought wouldn't get him anywhere. "O. K. , " he said. "One piano coming up?"

"All right, " Robin said. 

Glaudot blinked. The pretty girl hadn't moved. She hadn't even changedher facial expression. But a parlor grand piano stood on the rock beforethem. 

"Well, I'll be damned, " Glaudot said. "What else can you create?"

"We made all the natives here. We made the green and crimson. We madethis whole Wild Country. We made some of the animals too. "

"Like--the piano? Out of nothing?"

"Is there another way?"

Glaudot said, "You better come back to the ship with me. Captain'll liketo see you. "

Tashtu shook his head. "The Lady Robin awaits the Lord. "

Glaudot looked at Robin. "Who's that?"

"Charlie. He's just my friend. I--I don't think I have to wait for him. I've always been more interested in reading about spacemen than he has. I'll go with you now if you want. "

Tashtu looked unhappy. "Lord Charlie, he say--"

"Well, you wait right here, Tashtu, and tell Charlie where I've gone. What could be simpler? I'll be all right, don't worry about me. "

"Lord Charlie, he say watch you. "

"And I say I'm going with the spaceman to his spaceship. "

Tashtu bowed. "The Lady has spoken, " he said, and watched Robin descendthe rocky rampart and walk back with Glaudot toward the far distantglint of metal which was this spaceship they were talking about. 

 * * * * *

"So you can create just anything, " Glaudot said. 

"I guess so. "

A goddess, he thought. A beautiful goddess who . .. 

Suddenly he stared at her. Who could make him the most powerful man inthe galaxy. 

"This spaceship of yours--" she began. 

"Wait. Wait a minute. If you can create anything, how's aboutre-creating Chandler?"

"Chand-ler? What is Chand-ler?"

"The boy back there. The one your braves killed. "

Robin said: "If you wish, " and Glaudot held his breath. The power overlife and death, he thought. .. . 

He looked down and saw Chandler's spacesuited body there, the two arrowsprotruding from his chest. He shook his head. "Not dead, " he said. "Whatgood is he to anybody dead?"

Robin nodded. "I'm sorry, " she said. "I just hadn't thought before ofbringing people back to life. It . .. Why it seems . .. "

"What's the matter?"

"I wouldn't really be bringing him back, you know. It would be a copy, just a copy. "

"But a perfect copy?"

"I think so. "

"Then if it's just a copy it shouldn't bother you at all, should it?"

"Well . .. " Robin said doubtfully. 

"Go ahead. Show me you can do it. "

Glaudot gaped. Another figure sat alongside Chandler's corpse, Chandler's second corpse. The other figure got up. It was Chandler. 

 * * * * *

"Look out!" the new Chandler cried. "Look out--Indians!"

"Just take it easy, " Glaudot told him. Glaudot's face was very white, his eyes big and round and staring. 

Chandler looked down at the body on the rocks. His knees buckled andGlaudot caught him, stopping him from falling. Chandler tried to saysomething, but the words wouldn't come. He stared with horrifiedfascination at the body, which was an exact copy of himself--or a copyof the dead man from whom the new living man was copied. 

"May we go to your spaceship now?" Robin asked Glaudot politely. "I havealways wished to see a spaceship. "

Here was power, Glaudot thought. Incredible power. All the power tocontrol worlds, to carve worlds from primordial slime, almost, foryourself. Here was far more power than any man in the galaxy had everbeen offered. Was it his, Glaudot's?

It wouldn't be if he brought the beautiful girl to the spaceship andPurcell. For Captain Purcell, a devoted servant of the galacticcivilization which he was attempting to spread to the outworlds, wouldthink in terms of what good the discovery of this girl could bring toall humanity. But if Glaudot kept her to himself . .. 

And then another thought almost stunned him. Why merely the girl? She'dmentioned a friend, hadn't she? Perhaps it was something in theatmosphere of this strange world, in the very air you breathed. Perhapsanyone could do it, could create out of nothing--Glaudot included. 

"You want to go to the spaceship?" he asked. 

"Yes. Oh, yes. "

"Then teach me the secret of creation. "

"Of making things, you mean? Why, there isn't any secret. Should therebe any secret? You merely--create. "

"Show me, " said Glaudot. 

 * * * * *

A table appeared, and savory dishes of food. 

"Magician!" cried Chandler. 

A great roan stallion, bridled but without a saddle, materialized. Robinswung up on its broad back and used her bare knees for balance andcontrol. The stallion cantered off. 

"Wait!" cried Glaudot. "Please wait. "

The stallion cantered back and Robin alighted. The stallion began tograze on a patch of grass which suddenly appeared on the naked rock. Thestallion seemed quite content. 

"You mean, " the new Chandler asked in an awed voice, "she just _made_these things? The food. The table. The horse . .. "

"Yes, " said Glaudot. He concentrated his will on creating a singleflower in the new field of grass. He concentrated his whole being. 

But nothing happened. 

He glared almost angrily at Robin, as if it were her fault. "I don'thave the power you have, " he said. 

She nodded. "Only Charlie and me. " She looked at the roan stallion. "Beauty, isn't he? I'll present him to Charlie. " She turned to Glaudot. "Now take me to the ship. "

"We ought to get started back there, Mr. Glaudot, " Chandler said. 

"Yes? Why?"

"But--but I don't have to tell you why! This girl is one of the mostimportant discoveries that has ever been made. The ability to creatematerial things . .. Out of nothing. .. . "

"Show me your planet, " Glaudot told Robin, ignoring the younger man. "Wecan talk about the spaceship later. You see, I'm an explorer and it'smy job to explore new worlds. " He spoke slowly, simply, as he wouldspeak to a child. Somehow, although the girl was not a child and wasquite the most astonishingly beautiful girl he had ever seen, he thoughtthat was the right approach. 

"Now wait a minute, Mr. Glaudot, " Chandler protested. "We both know it'sour duty to bring her to Captain Purcell. "

"Maybe you think it's your duty, " Glaudot told the younger man. "I don'tthink it's mine. And before you run off to the ship to tell thatprecious captain of yours, you ought to know that you'd be dead rightnow if it hadn't been for me. "

"You?"

"Hell, yes. Those Indians or whatever they were killed you. I asked thegirl to bring you back to life. "

"To bring--" echoed Chandler his mouth falling open. 

"Actually, she produced a perfect copy of you. A living copy. Do you seewhat she offers us, Chandler? Infinite wealth from creativity out ofnothing--and eternal life by copying our bodies each time we die! Whatdo you say about your precious captain now?"

Chandler seemed confused. He shook his head, staring first at Glaudotand then at Robin. "The ship, " he said. "Our duty . .. The captain . .. "

Glaudot snorted and told Robin: "Kill him. "

"Kill him?"

"Yes. You brought him into being. Now send him out of being. "

"But I can't do that. I have no further control once I make something. And besides I--I wouldn't kill a human being, even if I could. "

Fear was in Chandler's eyes. "Mr. Glaudot, listen . .. " he began. 

"Listen, hell, " Glaudot said. "I brought you back to life. I offered youa share in the greatest power the worlds have ever known. You turned itdown. I'm sorry, Chandler. I'm really sorry for you. But I can't let youreturn to the ship, you see. Not until I learn some more about thisworld, not until I understand exactly what the girl's power is, andconsolidate my position. "

 * * * * *

Without waiting to hear more, Chandler began to run. In three greatbounds he reached the grazing roan stallion and leaped on its back, digging his heels into its flanks. The stallion moved off at a quicktrot as Glaudot drew his blaster and took dead aim at Chandler'sretreating back. 

When he had Chandler squarely in his sights, Glaudot began to squeezethe trigger. But suddenly the trigger-housing-unit of the blaster becameencumbered with tiny vines. There were hundreds of them writhing andcrawling all over the weapon and getting in the sights too so Glaudotcould no longer aim. By the time he tore the vines clear, cursingsavagely, the roan stallion had taken Chandler out of sight on hisretreat toward the spaceship. 

Glaudot whirled on Robin. "You did this!" he accused her. "You did it. Why--why?"

"You were going to kill him. You shouldn't have. "

"But now you've ruined everything. Not just for me. For us, don't yousee? I could have laid the world at your feet. I could have--listen!Tell me this--is there any place we can hide? Some place they won't findus if they come looking, while we work on this power of yours and seeexactly what it can do and what it can't do?"

"I want to see the spaceship, please, " said Robin. 

"Afterwards, I promise you, " Glaudot said. "Why, we can make all thespaceships we want--out of nothing. Can't we?"

"Yes, " said Robin. "I guess so. But even if we hide from your friends, my friend Charlie will find us. He'll be worried about me and he'll findus. Charlie can do everything I can do, you see. "

 * * * * *

Glaudot stared at her with anger in his eyes. Then something elsereplaced the anger. No, he thought, Charlie couldn't do everything shecould do. She was beautiful. Her half-nude body summoned desire in him. Tentatively, ready to withdraw his hand at the first indication ofprotest, he touched her bare shoulder. She made no response. She merelystood there, waiting for some kind of an answer from him. 

"Then we'll have to hide from Charlie too. Please believe me, " Glaudotsaid. "I'm a spaceman and you know very little about spacemen. Do youwant to learn?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. "

"Then take me some place even Charlie will have difficulty finding us. "

"But he'll know. "

"What do you mean he'll know? Don't tell me you can read one another'sminds?"

"Oh, goodness, no. Nothing like that. But when we were very little Ionce told Charlie if ever I got mad at him I would go to hide in thecountry of the Cyclopes and he would never be able to find me becausethe Cyclopes would eat him. That was after we read about the Cyclopes inthe Ulysses story in our encyclopedia. You see?"

"Cyclopes, huh? You really mean one-eyed giants?"

"Yes. We made them but they don't obey us. "

"Can the two of us hide in their land? Is it far?"

"No. Very close. But I don't know if I want--"

"I'm a spaceman, aren't I? And you want to learn all about spacemen andthe worlds beyond this place, don't you? Then come with me!"

"But--"

"If you say no and I go back to the spaceship we'll blast off and you'llnever see spacemen again the rest of your life, " threatened Glaudot. 

Robin did not answer. "Well?" Glaudot snapped, as if he was quiteindifferent. "Would you want that to happen?"

"No, " Robin admitted after a while. 

"Then let's go. " They had to hurry, Glaudot knew. Riding that stallion, that incredible conjured-out-of-nothing stallion, Chandler had probablyreached the spaceship by now. A few words, a few hurried explanations, and Purcell would lead an armed party out after Glaudot. 

Again Robin was silent. Glaudot stood stiffly in front of her, so closehe could reach out and wrap his arms about her. But this wasn't thetime, he told himself. Later . .. Later . .. 

"All right, " Robin said at last, her eyes looking troubled. "I'll takeyou to the land of Cyclopes. "

They began to walk, in silence. Half an hour later, the barren terrainof rocks gave way to a verdant jungle in which the trees were quite thebiggest Glaudot had ever seen and in which even the grass and thefragrant wild flowers grew over their heads. Glaudot had never felt sosmall. 

 * * * * *

"Wait a minute, Chandler, " Captain Purcell said. "I listened in silenceto what you said. All of it, as incredible as it sounded. But you don'texpect me to believe--"

"Look at the horse. Where did I get the horse, sir?"

"So there are horses on this world. So what?"

"But I saw the girl create it out of thin air!"

"Really, Chandler. "

"And I saw the corpse. My corpse, Captain. Mine!"

"But hell, man. Glaudot would have come back here with the girl. Heknows his obligation to civilization. He--"

"Glaudot, sir? Does he?"

Purcell scowled and said finally: "Chandler, either you and Glaudot havemade the most astonishing discovery since man first domesticated hisenvironment and so became more than a reasonably clever animal, oryou're the biggest liar that ever crossed deep space. "

Chandler offered his captain a pale smile. "Why don't you find outwhich, sir?"

"By God, " said Purcell, "I will. McCreedy!" he bawled over the intercom. "Smith! Wong! I want an armed expedition of twenty-five men ready toleave the ship in half an hour. "

And, exactly half an hour later, the expedition set out with CaptainPurcell and Chandler leading it. Chandler went astride the roanstallion. 

 * * * * *

When Charlie and his small Indian band learned that the action had takenplace to the south, where Robin had gone, they set out quickly in thatdirection. The further they went, the more worried Charlie became. IfRobin had met with any kind of success, if she had called off the warparty and established some kind of peaceful relations with the spacemen, a runner would have been sent to tell them. But the desolate rock-strewnterrain stretched out before them as devoid of life as the PaleozoicEarth. 

Charlie urged his men on relentlessly. He was a tireless hiker and sincethe braves lived by hunting they could match almost any pace he set. Finally Charlie saw the second Indian band ahead of them. Slinging theMannlicher Elephant Gun, he began to run. 

"Tashtu!" he called. "Tashtu!"

The Indian sprinted to him. "Lord, " he said breathlessly, "one skycritter, him die. Turn out man. "

"What are you talking about?" Charlie asked. 

Tashtu led him to the group of braves which still clustered about EnsignChandler's body. "Why?" Charlie demanded, horror-struck. "Why?"

Tashtu told him all that had happened. How the braves had mistaken thespacesuited man for a monster. How arrows had been fired before they hadlearned otherwise. How Robin had come, and gone off with the spaceman. 

"To their spaceship?" Charlie asked. 

"Yes, Lord. That is what they spoke of. " Tashtu pointed to the top ofthe rampart of rock. "From there, Lord, you can see it. "

Charlie scrambled up the rock. From his giddy perch on top he could seethe tiny silver gleam of the spaceship--and a band of men, led by a manon horseback, approaching them. Charlie hurried down the rock, halfclimbing, half sliding. "They are coming, " he said. "Maybe Robin's withthem. " He remembered what had happened last time and said: "The rest ofyou return to your homes. Tashtu and I will go on ahead. "

"But Lord--" Tashtu began. 

"Well?"

"I did not like the man. I did not trust him. "

"Then why did you let Robin go?"

"Let her, Lord? But surely Robin, the Lady Robin, does not obey amere--"

"All right, all right, " Charlie said. "But all the more reason for therest of the braves to return to their homes. We can handle this, Tashtu, you and I. I don't want any more killing. "

"Yes, Lord, " said Tashtu. 

The Indians formed a marching column and moved off. Charlie told Tashtuwhat he had seen from the top of the rampart. Then he added: "Let's goand meet them. "

And Charlie and Tashtu set out across the tortuous Wild Country. 

 * * * * *

"Two men coming!" Chandler cried, reining up the roan stallion. 

Captain Purcell signaled his twenty-five men to halt, and their orderlydouble file came up short behind him. Pretty soon the two figures couldbe seen by all, advancing toward them across the rocks. When they wereclose enough, Captain Purcell hailed: "We come in peace!"

"And in peace we come!" Charlie called. A moment later he was shakinghands gravely with Captain Purcell. 

"Tell the captain about--about my corpse, " Chandler told Tashtu. 

Charlie looked at Chandler. He had seen the dead man. "Did Robin makeyou?" he asked in surprise. "We never brought the dead to life before. "

"Can you really do it?" Purcell demanded. 

"No, not really. But we can copy perfectly--and the copies live. "

"You see?" Chandler demanded triumphantly. 

Captain Purcell said: "Show me. "

 * * * * *

Charlie created a brother to the roan stallion. Captain Purcell gawked. The one example sufficed and he did not ask for more as Glaudot haddone. 

"Where's Robin?" Charlie asked. "At the ship?"

Chandler shook his head. "Glaudot went off with her. "

"But I thought he was on the ship!"

"He deserted, " Chandler said. "With the girl. He wants her. He wants herpower for himself. "

Charlie moved very quickly. He swung in front of Chandler and grabbedhis tunic-front, bunching it, ripping it and all but dragging Chandlerclear off his feet before a hand could be raised to stop him. "Where didthey go?" he asked in a terrible voice. "Where are they? Take me tothem. "

"But I don't--don't know!" Chandler protested, trying without success tobreak free. 

It was Captain Purcell who came forward and firmly took Charlie's arm, pulling him clear of Chandler. "Remember, " he said. "In peace. Inpeace. "

Charlie stood with his hands at his sides. His face was white andstrained. "The girl, " he said. 

"We all want to find out where Glaudot took her, " Captain Purcell said. "We're going to help you. Tell me: could the girl have gone willinglywith Glaudot? To share his mad dream of power, perhaps?"

"Robin?" Charlie cried. "Never!"

"Please, lad, " Captain Purcell said. "I want you to think. I want you toconsider everything. You and this girl of yours may have almost godlikepowers, but you've spent your lives on an uncivilized world andwell--frankly--couldn't a sophisticated man like Glaudot turn the girl'shead? Couldn't he confuse her into going off with him, at leasttemporarily? And, assuming, he did, he doesn't know this world. He'saware of that. He'd know we'd be coming after him. Perhaps the girlwould tell him about you. Tell me, man--where would the girl go if shedidn't want you to find her? Is there such a place? Before you answer, Iwant you to know that what we do here may be far graver than you think. It is not merely the safety of one girl we have to consider--but no, youwouldn't understand . .. "

"You mean, " Charlie asked, "if this man Glaudot somehow convinces Robinto use her power as he tells her, he might want to take over all ofCrimson?"

"Do you mean this world? Is it called Crimson? Yes--and more than that. There's no telling how far a man like Glaudot could go with such power. And with the ability to create all the armament and all the deadlyweapons he needed, and all the missiles to carry those weapons, he mightchallenge the entire galaxy--and win!"

The words were strange to Charlie. He only understood them vaguely. NowRobin, she would understand, he thought. Robin was always moreinterested in things like that, Robin who almost knew their encyclopediaby heart, Robin . .. 

"Listen, " he said. "Listen. We created all the life on this world. Wemade Greeks and Royal Navymen and Ministers and Russians and Congressmenand everything we knew or somehow had heard about or had read in ourbook. We get along fine with all of them, except . .. "

"Yes, " Captain Purcell prompted. "Go on, go on!"

"No, she'd never go there. She was always afraid of them. "

"Where, man? Where?"

"No. Robin wouldn't. She just wouldn't. "

It was not hot in Wild Country, but sweat trickled down Purcell's facewhile he waited for Charlie's answer. 

 * * * * *

"Show me!" cried Glaudot in rapture. "Show me! Show me! Show me!"

He stood with Robin in a little glade in the Land of the Cyclopes. Aboutthem were heaped all the treasures Glaudot had suddenly demanded. He didnot quite know why. He felt his iron control slipping and permitted itto slip now, for once he got this wild desire from his system, he knewonly his untroubled iron will would be left, and with it--and thegirl--he might conquer the galaxy. 

Heaped about them were jewels and precious metals and deadly weapons, all of which Robin had summoned into being at Glaudot's orders, whileGlaudot smiled at her. It was almost a frightening smile. She was even alittle sorry she had come away with him, but she could always go back, couldn't she? She wasn't shackled to this strange man from space, wasshe? And the way he looked at her, the desire she saw in his eyes, thatwas frightening too. She did not know how to cope with it. Oh, she couldcreate a duplicate Charlie, for example. Charlie would know what to do. Charlie would help her. Charlie hadn't read the book as she had read it, but Charlie was more practical. Still, what would they do with theduplicate Charlie afterwards? You couldn't uncreate something . .. 

"A spaceship, " Glaudot said suddenly. "Can you create a spaceship out ofnothing?"

 * * * * *

Robin nodded slowly. "I can. Yes, I can. It tells all about spaceshipsin the book. But I don't know if I want to. "

Glaudot let it pass. There was no hurry. He was thinking about thefuture, though. If Purcell opposed him, as Purcell would, and managedto escape in the exploration ship, Glaudot would need a ship to leavethis world . .. 

"Why not?" he asked, his voice quite calm now, the mania which hadseized him under control now, and only his iron purpose motivating him. 

"I--I don't know. You have one spaceship. I guess that's why. What doyou need another one for?"

"It was just a thought, " said Glaudot. "It doesn't matter. " He kneelednear the heaps of sun-dazzled jewels. He let them trickle through hisfingers. No, the desire wasn't gone yet. It was still fighting with hiswill. And, since he knew his will could win at any time, it pleased himto give his desire free rein. 

He scooped up a handful of jewels. He found a necklace and came close toRobin and dropped it over her head. The pearls were very white againsther sun-tanned skin. The pearl pendant hung almost to the start of thedusky valley which cleaved her breasts delightfully and disappeared withthe tanned swell of flesh on either side into the gold-mesh halter. Glaudot fingered the pendant. His fingers touched flesh. Abruptly hedrew the surprised Robin to him and kissed her lips hungrily. 

For a moment she remained passive. She neither returned his ardor norfought it. But when his hands began to stroke her back she pulled awayfrom him and stood there looking at him. She took the necklace off andthrew it at his feet. 

"I don't want that any more, " she said. "Why did you do--what you did?"

 * * * * *

He felt the fire in his veins. He willed it to subside. He needed hiscontrol now. All of it. But this girl, in the full flower of her youth. .. No, she was not a girl, not to Glaudot. He must not think of her asa girl. She was power. Power. The power was his--if he didn't alienatethe girl. 

"We do such as that on my world, " he said. "It is a kind of homage toloveliness. I hope you didn't mind. "

"I--it was strange. With Charlie sometimes I hope--but with Charlie itis . .. Different. Please don't touch me again. Please promise me that. "

Glaudot shrugged. "If you wish, my dear child, if you wish. .. . "

The dual desire was gone now, truly gone. He knew that. For his will hadbeen threatened, more by his own foolish desire than by this innocentgirl. He had to think. Clearly. More clearly than he had ever thoughtbefore. He needed the girl as an ally. Not as a slave. She had to bewilling. She had to co-operate. Give her a warped picture of the rest ofthe galaxy? Convince her its governments were evil, totalitarian, whenin reality they were democratic? Convince her that he alone, givenunlimited power, could right the wrongs of a thousand worlds? She wasnaive enough for that sort of approach, he thought. Besides, it wouldstrike her as something like creation--moral creation, perhaps. Andcreation she would understand. Then, with her as his partner, he couldquickly build a war machine which the combined might of the galaxycouldn't stand against. And that, he suddenly realized, would eveninclude an unlimited number of soldiers for occupation and policingduties. This power would be unparalleled. 

"I have something I want to tell you about, " he said. "It will take along time and we must be undisturbed, which is why I asked you to bringme here. "

"What is it you want to tell me?"

Before Glaudot could answer, they heard a crashing, rending sound nottoo far off in the woods. It sounded to Glaudot exactly as if trees werebeing uprooted, boulders strewn carelessly. 

"Cyclopes!" Robin screamed in terror, and began to run. 

Glaudot ran after her, stumbling, picking himself up, hurtling inpursuit. He couldn't let her get away. He had to follow her . .. 

Nothing living, he told himself as he ran, could uproot those hugetrees. Of course, there were the saplings, but even the saplings werethe size of full-grown oaks and maples on far Earth. 

Something roared behind him. The sound was pitched almost too low forhuman ears. He whirled. The earth shook, great clods of it flying. Baretree roots suddenly appeared, and a young tree the size of a toweringoak was lifted skyward. 

Behind it, brandishing it and then hurling it away, was a naked manwhose head towered impossibly a hundred and fifty feet into the air. Trembling, awestruck, Glaudot looked up at the great savage face. Wildhair streaming, filthy beard matted with dirt and tree-branches, it wasthe most ferocious face Glaudot had ever seen. 

And it had only one eye, one enormous eye in the middle of its head. Butan eye three feet across!

"A Cyclops!" Robin screamed again. 

A moment later the creature stooped and with a scooping motion of itsgreat right hand picked up the two tiny creatures on the forest floorbeneath it. Then it ran, uprooting oak-sized saplings, back toward therocky hillside where it dwelled, after the Cyclopes of old on whichRobin and Charlie had naively patterned it, in a cave overlooking thesea. 

 * * * * *

"Where, man? Where?" Captain Purcell demanded. 

"I don't know, " Charlie said. "I really don't think she would. You see, she always threatened she'd go there if we ever had a fight, but she wasusually half-joking. She knows it's dangerous--"

"But where? Don't you know a drowning man has to grasp at straws?Haven't I gotten it across to you--the whole galaxy may be in danger!"

Charlie sighed. "I don't understand much of your galaxy. Robin knows theencyclopedia--she would understand. And I--I only want to know Robin issafe. " He took a deep breath and said: "She always threatened to go tothe Land of the Cyclopes. "

"Then take us there at once, " Captain Purcell said. .. . 

 * * * * *

If he shouted and cried now, he would go insane. He knew that. He triedto hold his fear in check. He was being swung pendulum-like in anenormous hand as the one-eyed giant loped along. Robin shared theclenched-fist prison with him. Her hair streamed in the wind as the hugearm swung the huge hand in time with the giant's enormous strides. 

"Does it eat people?" he managed to ask Robin. He had to shout becausethe wind created by the creature's movement was considerable. The groundspun giddily far, far below them, whirling patches of green, of yellow, of brown. 

"We made them to eat people. Like in the book. We were just children. It seemed--it seemed so thrilling. "

The Cyclops loped along, uprooting saplings. After a while it began toclimb a rocky slope and from the heights Glaudot could see the shores ofan unknown sea. Then the Cyclops reached a cave entrance and rolledaside a huge boulder and took his prisoners within. 

Glaudot heard the bleating of sheep. 

 * * * * *

"Why, it's a fortune in jewels!" Captain Purcell exclaimed. They hadfound the glade in the forest, where Robin had created a king's ransomfor Glaudot. The men gathered around, many of them struck dumb by thesight of all this wealth. 

Charlie said: "Captain, look. "

Purcell went over to him and saw the wide swathe cut through the forestand curving out of sight. "What went through there?" he gasped. 

"A Cyclops, " Charlie said grimly. "A Cyclops has them. Captain, we'vegot to hurry. Listen, there are two horses now. I could create horsesfor all of us, but all these men coming up would probably be seen by theCyclops. You come on foot with your men. Let one of them come with meon the stallions. " As he spoke Charlie unslung the Mannlicher and put itdown. 

"Oh, you want our more modern weapons?" Purcell asked. 

Charlie shook his head. "For fun, Robin and I made the Cyclopesinvulnerable to any kind of attack except the kind mentioned in theencyclopedia--putting out their single eye with a stake. To protect allthe other people we created, we made the Cyclopes so they'd never wantto leave their homeland. So if we can get Robin and your man Glaudotfree, they'll be safe. Now, who's the volunteer?"

"I'm already on horseback, " Chandler said. Charlie nodded and mountedthe second roan stallion. 

"My men will be coming as fast as they can march, " Captain Purcell said. 

Charlie nodded. He did not bother to tell the captain that a Cyclopscould cover in a few minutes ground a marching party could not hope tocover in as many hours. He set off at a swift gallop with Chandler. 

 * * * * *

"Will he eat us now?" said Glaudot. Strangely, he was not afraid. Theunexpected nature of their impending demise he almost found amusing. 

Robin shook her head. "I don't think so. He'll probably drink himself tosleep. We made the Cyclopes great drunkards. "

The Cyclops, his tree-trunk sized walking stick leaning against thewall, was reclining and drinking from a huge bowl of wine. The cave wastorchlit. Seventy or eighty sheep milled about, settling for the nightafter three of their number had supplied a meal for the giant, who hadeaten them raw. 

"Isn't there anything we can do?" demanded Glaudot, whose dreams ofgalactic conquest were fading before the spectre of being eaten alive. 

"Reserve your strength until he sleeps, " Robin said. "Of course there'ssomething we can do. "

"Yes? What?"

"His walking stick. You see the end comes almost to a point? We hardenit in the fire--and put his eye out. Then, in the morning, when heunrolls the stone from the cave-entrance and blindly leads his flockout, we hide among the sheep and make our escape. At least that's how ithappens in the encyclopedia. "

Glaudot swallowed hard. He had never had a great deal of physicalcourage. .. . 

Just then they heard a great fluttering, groaning sound. Robin said:"You see, he's asleep. He's snoring. "

"I--I don't think I could possibly--"

"He's liable to want us for breakfast. Come on. "

They got up swiftly and silently, and crept to the walking stick. It wasthe size of a young tree. It would be heavy, perhaps too heavy for themto handle. 

"Easy now, " Robin said. She nimbly climbed the ledges on the cave-walland tipped the great walking stick, then leaped down and grabbed thefront end as Glaudot got a grip on the rear of the big pole. 

"Heavy, " Glaudot said. 

"But not too heavy, I--I think. "

"Try to lift it, " said Glaudot. 

They tried. Together they could barely get it overhead. 

"Try to poke it at something, " Glaudot said. 

They could not. Robin sighed. They put it down slowly, quietly. It wouldtake more than the two of them. It would take them and two or three moremen to do the job. 

"We wait, " Glaudot said bleakly. 

Robin stared up in frustration at the smoke hole, through which smokefrom the Cyclops's fire poured out into the gathering night. It washopelessly over their head, although help could reach them through itfrom the outside. But how could they possibly expect help to come. .. ?

"We wait, " Glaudot said again, hopelessly. 

"For breakfast, " Robin said. 

Glaudot broke suddenly. "I don't want to die!" he cried. "I don't wantto die . .. "

 * * * * *

The feeblest of Crimson's three suns came over the horizon, lighting thelandscape with the illumination of three or four full moons on Earth. 

"I told you I smelled smoke!" Charlie cried, pointing triumphantly atthe thin tendril of smoke that rose through the cooling air against theweak sunlight. 

"Is it a campfire?" Chandler asked. 

"Chimney hole, probably. Come on. "

They left the two stallions grazing at the base of the rocky escarpment. They began to climb. Once Chandler stumbled and went sliding down therocky slope, but Charlie caught his arm, all but wrenching it from thesocket. Charlie thought: we have to hurry. Their lives may depend on it. Already we may be too late. .. . 

The smoke from the chimney hole was acrid. It was very strong now. Suddenly Charlie could feel the slightly increased slope of the rocks. The slope was precipitous now, almost perpendicular. 

"I can't--can't go much further!" Chandler groaned. 

"We've got to, man. We've got to. "

 * * * * *

"He's waking, " said Robin. 

Glaudot had broken completely. The confident would-be conqueror wasreduced to trembling and whining now. "M-maybe he's hungry. Oh, God, maybe he's hungry . .. "

But the Cyclops only turned over in its sleep and began to snore again. The fire had burned low. The sheep were resting. Robin thought ofCharlie, probably many miles away. There would be a late moonrisetonight, she thought. They often spoke of the feeblest of Crimson'sthree suns as the moon, although it really wasn't. Then dawn would come. If the Cyclops were hungry and wanted a change in diet . .. 

 * * * * *

"But you'll choke to death going down there, " Chandler protested. 

"It's only a chimney hole. Nobody's going to choke to death. "

"Can you see down it?"

"No. Too much smoke. "

"Then how do you know how far we'll have to fall?"

"I don't. I'll have to take the chance. You don't have to, though. "

"I'll go where you go. That's what I volunteered for. "

"Good. It's almost morning, so the fire's probably almost burned downfrom now. If you land in the embers, jump aside quickly. Youunderstand?"

"Yes, " Chandler said. 

Without another word, Charlie suddenly lowered himself into the smokeand let go. 

 * * * * *

Dim fiery light lit the cave. He alighted in embers and quickly jumpedclear. Embers flew. A ram bleated. Charlie saw the enormous sleepingbulk of the Cyclops against one wall of the cave. He heard somethingbehind him, and whirled. It was Chandler. More sparks flew. The sheepbleated again, louder this time. 

Robin and a spaceman who was probably Glaudot came toward them. Therewas amazement on Robin's face. Glaudot looked like a child in the gripof terror he couldn't quite understand. 

Charlie held Robin close for a moment. "Quiet, " he whispered. "Listen. "

The slight disturbance had bothered the Cyclops. He was half awake. Hemade noises with his lips. One great arm lifted and fell. It could havecrushed the four of them. 

"There's a stake, " Robin said. "Just like in the book. "

They got it and took it to the embers of the fire between them. Glaudot, who brought up the rear, dragged his end, the wood scraping on the rockyfloor. 

"Lift it up, " Charlie said. 

Glaudot giggled and then began to cry. He was hysterical. "The three ofus?" Charlie asked. 

"I don't know, " Robin said. 

Glaudot laughed hysterically. The Cyclops stirred. That made upCharlie's mind. He placed his end of the stake carefully on the floorand went back to Glaudot. He struck Glaudot neatly and precisely on thepoint of the jaw and Glaudot collapsed in his arms. 

Then they returned with the stake to the fire. Charlie scraped andpushed the embers together with a charcoal log. They began to toast thepoint of the stake. 

"We've got to hurry, " Robin said. 

"The skin of his eyelid is like armor plate, " Charlie told her. "We'vegot to make sure it doesn't turn the point aside. "

The flock stirred and began to grow more lively. It was now dawnoutside. The Cyclops yawned in his sleep and stretched out an arm thesize of an oak tree. 

"Hurry!" Robin said urgently. 

The Cyclops rolled over, its face to the wall. 

"The eye!" Charlie groaned. "We'll never be able to reach the eye now. "

They kept at their work, though. There was nothing else they could do. The surface wood of the big stake was taking on a dull cherry-red color. Finally Charlie said: "That's enough, I guess. "

The Cyclops rolled over again. They were in luck, Charlie thought, butchanged his mind immediately. The Cyclops sat up, its eye blinkingsleepily. It yawned and stretched mightily, then stared stupidly for afew moments at the flock of sheep. Charlie and the others stood frozen, not daring to move. The Cyclops brushed at the sheep with its hand, andtwo of them crashed with bone-crushing thuds and death-rattle bleatsagainst the wall. The Cyclops glared stupidly about, its one great eyesquinting. Clearly, it was looking for something else to eat. Not sheep. People . .. 

It got down on hands and knees and groped on the floor. The arm sweptout. The hand flashed ponderously by, missing Robin by only a few feet. The Cyclops advanced on its knees, searching, its mouth slavering now. It was hungry and soon it would eat . .. 

The hand swept by again, caught a sheep. The hand lifted, the sheepbleated, the jaws crunched once and the sheep disappeared. The Cyclopswiped a trace of blood from its lips. The hand came down again, closer . .. 

 * * * * *

"The stake!" Charlie whispered fiercely. 

They brought it up horizontally. Charlie stood just behind the point, Robin behind him, Chandler in the rear. They jabbed with the stake asthe Cyclops's hand swept along the floor again. The Cyclops roared withpain and rage and beat both mighty hands on the rocky floor, attemptingto crush its tormentors. 

Just then Glaudot regained consciousness and stood up groggily. "Don'tmove!" Charlie warned, taking the chance of revealing their own positionin an attempt to save Glaudot's life. 

But Glaudot, seeing the huge creature so close, began to run. It waslike running on a treadmill. He ran and he ran and after a while theCyclops reached down and plucked him off the floor. He screamed thinly. There was the same crunching as before--and no Glaudot . .. 

Now the Cyclops, its appetite whetted, searched the floor in a frenzy ofearnest on hands and knees. The great head swung low, close to thefloor, the single eye stared myopically. Once the huge hand clubbed therock so close to them that Charlie could feel the floor shaking. Theyretreated slowly toward the far wall of the cave, the monster followingrelentlessly. They still held the heavy stake between them but had notyet gathered either the strength or the courage for their one try. Ifthey failed--

They had backed up as far as they could. The wall was behind them. Themonster came on, its head low, its nose practically scraping the ground. It swept the floor with a giant hand, a fingertip barely touchingCharlie and almost knocking him senseless. He shook his head and tookdeep breaths until his strength returned. 

"Now, " he said, as the hand began its swinging arc again. 

 * * * * *

They ran forward toward the creature's single eye with the stake. 

Charlie barely remembered the contact, or the bath of eye-fluid andblood which followed, or the wild roaring of the brute creature, or itsfrantic charging back and forth, blinded, across the cave, while theflock bleated and stampeded. After a while the crazed Cyclops ran to thecave entrance and shouldered the great door-rock aside, rushing out intothe day. 

It went tearing down the slope and did not stop until, battered andbleeding, it reached the sea. It stood on the narrow strand of beach fora moment, scooping great handfuls of water for its stricken eye. Thenit plunged into the surf. 

They went outside and watched it. They made their way down the slopewhile it advanced into the sea. Finally only the great head remainedabove the waves. 

They reached the shore. 

The Cyclops was gone. 

Moments later, Captain Purcell and the others joined them. 

 * * * * *

"Then you mean you won't come back to Earth with us?" Purcell askedlater, in the spaceship. 

"Not if all you say about this world is true, " Charlie said. "We'reneeded here. "

"Yes, " Purcell agreed. "With your help, the galaxy could be made into auniverse of plenty for everyone. "

"Besides, " said Robin. "We'll have to think of training children to takeover after we're gone. " She looked at Charlie. She blushed. "Such as ourown, " she said, very quickly, and added: "You can marry us, can't you, Captain?"

Purcell beamed, and nodded, and did so. 

Later, Charlie said: "It isn't only that we're needed here, is it, darling?"

Robin shook her head. "We like it here, " she said. 

THE END

Transcriber's Note:

 This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ September 1956. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U. S. Copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.