VISUALIZING THAT SCENE of thirty years ago, Raft could picture a younger Craddock lost in wonder before the secrets he had uncovered, feeling a dangerous exaltation burning in his mind, and, of all the world, the only man who knew of that tremendous, intergalactic Force that blazed hidden in the jungles. Yes, he could understand why Craddock might have been tempted to meddle with forbidden forces.
'I wakened the Flame. The records I had found, they told the way. I couldn't understand all of it, but I understood enough. Too much. That was when —' Craddock held up his maimed hands —
'I succeeded and I failed,' Craddock continued. 'For the Flame wakened raging with power, too much power, though it was far beneath its—maximum. I was lucky to escape as I did.'
The worn face held horror again.
'Against that flaming terror I watched my hands change. I saw the living flesh alter. I saw human tissues writhe and blacken into something that was—was a blasphemy, Brian. Even as I ran, I could feel those—things— where my fingers had been. I could feel them—writhing!'
He drew a deep breath, went on more steadily.
'I escaped into the jungle, and there I amputated—those horrors. I had my surgical kit. There wasn't sulfa in those days, but I managed. I thought then I'd never go back to Paititi. My career was ruined, of course; my hands were—not hands.
'Yet something kept me in the Amazon Basin. I was too close to the Flame once; part of it touched me, and I could never leave Brazil after that. Sometimes I thought I could hear Curupuri in the Jutahy drums.'
He nodded.
'Then I did hear it, after thirty years. Parror brought something of the Flame with him when he came down the river, and the Indios sensed it. That incredible vitality sent its message through the jungle. When I saw Parror for the first time, in the hospital, I felt that same life-energy I had found in Paititi. It was faint, but I couldn't mistake it. I was afraid.
'Parror came to me in the laboratory and gave me my notebook. He'd traced me through that. There's the woods-telegraph, and he knew my name. He'd left Paititi on a crazy chance, hoping I was still alive, hoping to find me.
'And he succeeded. He told me I must come back to Paititi with him, and of course I said no. Then you came along the hospital hall.'
'I remember.' Raft nodded. 'But you were alone in the lab.'
'Remember Parror's faster metabolism. He could move at tremendous speed when he wanted to, in our slower world. He had to restrict himself and do everything in slow motion when we were watching. He simply ran out so fast you couldn't see him. Later, he hypnotized me with his mirror. Though I knew what I was doing, I couldn't help myself. Not till I woke here in his castle. Now I know the truth, but I'm helpless.'
'What is the truth? You mean the cat-people evolved in thirty years from primitives?'
'From the jaguars of the valley,' Craddock supplemented. 'But it was not merely thirty years. Thirty million or billion, with the radiations pouring out from the Flame. Remember I told you a man could have a lifetime in a second? What took place in our world over a period of eons, happened in Paititi in three decades. The metabolism, the life-rate, was speeded up so enormously that the jaguars evolved in hours or days to savages. And thence to reasoning beings. Their paws became hands.
'They learned to walk upright. If we could have looked down on Paititi from above, in those times, we could have seen the shapes actually flowing, living flesh melting and changing.' He paused, glancing at his hands.
'Yes,' he went on, after a time. 'The cat-people evolved and became intelligent. They created a culture of their own based on the older culture that had preceded them. The other life-forms in the valley reached dead ends. Only one species becomes dominant in any milieu. Here it was the cat.
'Only lately, the Flame has begun to sink again. When I wakened it, I gave it an artificial stimulus, and its flare-up will die as swiftly. In another generation or two, it will sink beneath the danger-level, and then the malignant radiations that destroyed the First Race will come pouring out.'
Quickly Raft sucked in his breath. 'I see. I'm getting it now, finally.'
'Yes. That's why Parror abducted me. Because the records of the First Race that held the secret of the Flame no longer exist. I left them in the cavern then, and they were destroyed by that horror. As I would have been destroyed if I'd stayed longer. Parror thought I knew how to waken the Flame.'
'Don't you?'
'I could not understand all the records,' Craddock admitted. 'I told you that. I can waken the Flame, but I can't control it. That's the danger.'
'Not even Parror will risk that,' Janissa suggested. 'Until he finds the knowledge he seeks, he won't take chances.'
Craddock gestured urgently. 'Someone is coming. Parror, I think.'
Janissa touched the mirror. 'We can speak no more, then, until he is gone. But tell him nothing, Craddock.'
'How can I? the man asked. Then gray clouds blotted out his face.
Raft leaned back, realizing that he was sweating and exhausted. Janissa watched him sympathetically.
'It is not an easy road unless you know the way,' she told him. 'But it is a road we must take again.'
'Yeah. I'd like to get my hands on Parror personally. Or see him in my rifle-sights.'
'Perhaps you will, later.' The cat-face was somber. 'You see, there is still danger. Craddock did not understand all the old records, but he read them.'
'So?'
'The memory is in his mind. It is forgotten now, hidden away, but it is not lost. Such memories can be recovered. And if they are, Parror will know how to use the wisdom of the First Race.'
'He can dig up Craddock's memories, eh? Mnemonics—hypnosis, I suppose.'
'Not easily.' The girl looked troubled. 'He is working on a device that will aid him.'
Raft's lips tightened. 'But if he succeeds, he'll try to waken the Flame?'
'He will, and there is the peril,' Janissa said. 'The First Race supposedly learned how to control Curupuri, but their experiment was never performed. How do we know they found the answer?'
'We don't.'
Janissa moved uneasily.
'It may mean destruction. The Flame unchecked, raging through Paititi. Many of us think as the First Race did, that we can live our lives safely, and let our children make the test. But the Flame sinks fast. The waters run more swiftly than the old days. We do not know when the danger-level will be reached. And—and the king has not yet decided.'
'Which side does he favor?'
'Who knows?' she asked, shrugging. 'We cannot read Dar-um's mind. Many in Paititi want freedom to live as they always have. They are willing to procrastinate rather than risk extinction. But there are others who think differently.
'I, for one, do not know, Brian. I know only this: I have my trust. I am of royal blood, and must guard the Flame. Against Parror if need be! When the king decides, I'll obey him. Meanwhile, Craddock has the answer locked in his brain. An answer that may mean death or life.'
Raft stared toward the open window and the cloudy veil that hung above the great deep beyond. His voice was low.
'There's one thing, Janissa. I'm in this game now. I don't know quite where I'll fit, but I'm not just a spectator any more.' His eyes hardened. 'I don't like being pushed around. Darum—Parror—even you—have been treating Craddock and me like chessmen. And there wasn't much we could do about it, because we didn't know the answers.'
She watched him unblinkingly. He went on.
'We were dragged into this. What we want most is to get out, back to our own world. If you'll help us, we'll help you. So let me tell you this straight. You don't mind if Parror gets the secret of controlling the Flame, but you don't want him to use it. Not without the king's permission. Right?'
'That's correct.'
'Fine. Then it's simply a matter of convincing Darum that I'm Brian Raft. He had me captured because he
