I said nothing.
'Bring salve,' he said.
An ointment was brought, and he smeared it across the two cuts. It was odorless. To my surprise it seemed to be absorbed almost immediately.
'You must be more careful,' he said.
Again I said nothing. 'You might have marked yourself,' he said, 'or might have been blinded.' He returned the ointment to another man. 'They are superficial,' he told me, 'and will heal without trace.'
'Let me go!' I cried. 'Please! Please!'
'There is little time, little time!' urged the man in the black tunic. 'Bring her handbag,' said the large man, calmly. It was brought to him, from whence it had fallen when I had tried to escape.
He looked at me.
'Perhaps you are interested in knowing how you were followed?' he asked. I nodded, numbly.
From the handbag he extracted an object.
'What is this?' he asked.
'My compact,' I told him.
He smiled, and turned it over. He unscrewed the bottom. Inside there was a tiny cylinder, fused to a round, circular plate, covered with tiny, copperish lines. 'This device,' he said, 'transmits a signal, which can be picked up by our equipment at a distance of one hundred miles.' He smiled. 'A similar such device,' he said, 'was concealed beneath your automobile.'
I sobbed.
'It will be dawn in six Ehn,' said the man in the tunic. I could see that there was a lightness in the east.
I could see that there was a lightness in the east.
I did not understand what he said.
The large man nodded at the man in the black tunic. The man in the black tunic then lifted his arm. The small disklike ship then slowly lifted and moved toward the large ship. A port in the large ship slid upward. The small ship moved inside. I could briefly see men, in black tunics, inside, fastening it to plates in a steel flooring. Then the port slid shut again. The remains of the boxes had now been replaced in the truck. Here and there, about the clearing, men were moving about, gathering up equipment. They placed these things in the truck. I could now move my arm and, barely, the fingers of my hand. 'But your ship,' I said, 'the small one, could not seem to find me.' 'It found you,' he said.
'The light,' I said, 'it couldn't catch me.'
'You think it was misfortune that you stumbled into our camp? he asked. I nodded, miserably.
He laughed.
I looked at him, with horror.
'The light,' he said, 'You ran always to avoid it.'
I moaned.
'You were herded here,'
I cried out with misery.
He turned to a subordinate. 'Have you brought Miss Brinton's anklet?' The subordinate then handed him an anklet. I could see that it was steel. It was open. It had a hinged catch.
Then I stood before them as I had, in the tan slacks, in the black, bare-midriff blouse, save that I now wore a steel anklet.
'Observe,' said the large man, indicating the black ship. As I watched it, it seemed that lights began to flicker on its surface, and then it seemed that tendrils of light began to interweave across its steel, and, before my eyes, it began to change color, turning a grayish blue, streaked with white. I could now see the first streak of light in the east.
'This is a technique of field-light camouflage,' said the large man. 'It is primitive. The radar-screening device, within, is more sophisticated. But the light camouflage technique has considerably reduced sightings of our craft. Further, of course, we do little more, normally, with the large craft then arrive and depart, at given points. The smaller craft is used more extensively, but normally only at night, and in isolated areas. It, too, incidentally, is equipped for light-camouflage and radar-screening.'
I understood very little of what he said. 'Shall we strip her?' asked one of the subordinates.
'No,' said the large man.
The large man stepped behind me. 'Shall we go to the ship?' he asked. I did not move.
I turned to face him.
'Hurry!' called the man in the black tunic, from within the large ship. 'Dawn in two Ehn!'
'Who are you? What do you want?' I begged.
'Curiosity,' he said, ' is not becoming in a Kajira.'
I stared at him.
'You might be beaten for it,' he said.
'Hurry! Hurry!' cried the man in the black tunic. 'We must make rendezvous!' 'Please,' invited the large man, gesturing to the ship with one hand. Numbly I turned and preceded him to the ship. At the foot of the ramp I trembled.
'Hurry, Kajira,' said he, gently.
I ascended the steel ramp. I turned. He was standing back on the grass. 'In your time,' he said, 'dawn occurs at this meridian and latitude, on this day, at six sixteen.'
I saw the sun's rim at the edge of my world, rising, touching it. In the east there was dawn. It was the first dawn I had ever seen. It was not that I had not stayed up all night, even many times. It was only that I had never watched a sunrise.
'Farewell, Kajira,' said the man.
I cried out and extended my arms. The steel ramp swung upward and locked in place, shutting me in the ship. A sealing door then slid across the closed ramp, it, too, locking in place. I pounded on its plates, wildly, sobbing. Strong hands seized me from behind, one of the men in a black tunic. There was a tiny, three-pronged scar on his right cheekbone. I was dragged weeping and kicking through the ship, between tiers of piping and plating.
Then I was in a curved area, where, fixed in racks on the wall, sloping to the floor, were several large, transparent cylinders, perhaps of heavy plastic. In these were the girls I had seen, those who had been taken from the truck.
One tube was empty.
Another man, clad as the first, unscrewed one end of the empty tube. I could see that there were two small hoses, one at each end, fixed in each tube. They led into a machine fixed in the wall.
I struggled wildly, but the two men, one at my ankles, the other holding me under the arms, forced me into the tube. My prison was perhaps eighteen inches in diameter. The lid to the tube was screwed shut. I screamed and screamed, pushing and kicking at the cylinder. I turned on my side. I pressed my hands against the walls of the tube. The men did not seem to notice me.
Then I began to feel faint. It was hard to breathe.
One of the men attached a small hose to a tiny opening in the tube, above my head.
I lifted my head.
Oxygen streamed into the tube.
Another hose was attached at the other end of the tube, above my feet. There was a tiny, almost inaudible noise, as of air being withdrawn.
I could breathe.
The two men then seemed to brace themselves, by holding onto some rails, part of the racking of the piping. I suddenly felt as though I were in an elevator, and for the moment could not breathe. I knew then we were ascending. From the feeling of my body, pressing against the tube, I thought we must be ascending vertically, or nearly vertically. There was no peculiarly, powerful stresses, and very little unpleasantness. It was swift, and frightening, but not painful. I heard no sound of motors, or engines.
After perhaps a minute the two men, holding to the railing, moved from the room. The strange sensation continued for some time. Then, after a time, I seemed pressed against the side of the tube, rather cruelly, for perhaps several minutes. Then, suddenly, no forces seemed to play upon me, and, to my horror, I drifted to the other side of the tube. Then, after a moment of this, a very gently force seemed to bring me back to the side of the tube on my right. Oddly enough, I now thought of this as down. Shortly thereafter one of the men in a black tunic, wearing sandals with metal plates on the bottoms, stepped carefully, step by step, across the steel plating. It had been the floor, but now it seemed as though it were a wall at my left, and he moved strangely on the wall.
He went to the machine into which the hoses from the tubes led, and moved a small dial.
In a moment I sensed something different in the air being conducted into my tube.
There were several similar dials, beneath various switches, doubtless one for each of the containers.
I tried to attract his attention. I called out. Apparently he could not hear me. Or was not interested in doing so.
I was vaguely aware that now the gentle force seemed to draw my body against the tube differently. I was vaguely aware that now the ceiling and floor seemed as they should be. I saw, not fully conscious of it, the man leave the room. I looked out through the plastic. I pressed my hands against the heavy, curved, transparent walls of my small prison.
The proud Elinor Brinton had not escaped.
She was a prisoner.
I fell unconscious.
