'Here they come,' Erick said softly.
The merchants had been examined and allowed to pass through the dark gate, the entrance through the wall into the City. They and their silent animals had already disappeared inside. The leader of the group of soldiers was beckoning impatiently to Erick, waving him on.
'Come along!' he said. 'Hurry up there, old man.'
Erick advanced slowly, his arms wrapped around his body, looking down at the ground.
'Who are you and what's your business here?' the soldier demanded, his hands on his hips, his gun hanging idly at his waist. Most of the soldiers were lounging lazily, leaning against the wall, some even squatting in the shade. Flies crawled on the face of one who had fallen asleep, his gun on the ground beside him.
'My business?' Erick murmured. 'I am a village priest.'
'Why do you want to enter the City?'
'I must bring these two people before the magistrate to marry them.' He indicated Mara and Jan, standing a little behind him. 'That is the Law the Leiters have made.'
The soldier laughed. He circled around Erick. 'What do you have in that bag you carry?'
'Laundry. We stay the night.'
'What village are you from?'
'Kranos.'
'Kranos?' The soldier looked to a companion. 'Ever heard of Kranos?'
'A backward pig sty. I saw it once on a hunting trip.'
The leader of the soldiers nodded to Jan and Mara. The two of them advanced, their hands clasped, standing close together. One of the soldiers put his hand on Mara's bare shoulder, turning her around.
'Nice little wife you're getting,' he said. 'Good and firm-looking.' He winked, grinning lewdly.
Jan glanced at him in sullen resentment. The soldiers guffawed. 'All right,' the leader said to Erick. 'You people can pass.'
Erick took a small purse from his robes and gave the soldier a coin. Then the three of them went into the dark tunnel that was the entrance, passing through the wall of stone, into the City beyond.
They were within the City!
'Now,' Erick whispered. 'Hurry.'
Around them the City roared and cracked, the sound of a thousand vents and machines, shaking the stones under their feet. Erick led Mara and Jan into a corner, by a row of brick warehouses. People were everywhere, hurrying back and forth, shouting above the din, merchants, peddlers, soldiers, street women. Erick bent down and opened the case he carried. From the case he quickly took three small coils of fine metal, intricate meshed wires and vanes worked together into a small cone. Jan took one and Mara took one. Erick put the remaining cone into his robe and snapped the case shut again.
'Now remember, the coils must be buried in such a way that the line runs through the center of the City. We must trisect the main section, where the largest concentration of buildings is. Remember the maps! Watch the alleys and streets carefully. Talk to no one if you can help it. Each of you has enough Martian money to buy your way out of trouble. Watch especially for cut-purses, and for heaven's sake, don't get lost.'
Erick broke off. Two black-clad Leiters were coming along the inside of the wall, strolling together with their hands behind their backs. They noticed the three who stood in the corner by the warehouses and stopped.
'Go,' Erick muttered. 'And be back here at sundown.' He smiled grimly. 'Or never come back.'
Each went off a different way, walking quickly without looking back. The Leiters watched them go. 'The little bride was quite lovely,' one Leiter said. 'Those hill people have the stamp of nobility in their blood, from the old times.'
'A very lucky young peasant to possess her,' the other said. They went on. Erick looked after them, still smiling a little. Then he joined the surging mass of people that milled eternally through the streets of the City.
At dusk they met outside the gate. The sun was soon to set, and the air had turned thin and frigid. It cut through their clothing like knives.
Mara huddled against Jan, trembling and rubbing her bare arms.
'Well?' Erick said. 'Did you both succeed?'
Around them peasants and merchants were pouring from the entrance, leaving the City to return to their farms and villages, starting the long trip back across the plain toward the hills beyond. None of them noticed the shivering girl and the young man and the old priest standing by the wall.
'Mine's in place,' Jan said. 'On the other side of the City, on the extreme edge. Buried by a well.'
'Mine's in the industrial section,' Mara whispered, her teeth chattering. 'Jan, give me something to put over me! I'm freezing.'
'Good,' Erick said. 'Then the three coils should trisect dead center, if the models were correct.' He looked up at the darkening sky. Already, stars were beginning to show. Two dots, the evening patrol, moved slowly toward the horizon. 'Let's hurry. It won't be long.'
They joined the line of Martians moving along the road, away from the City. Behind them the City was losing itself in the sombre tones of night, its black spires disappearing into darkness.
They walked silently with the country people until the flat ridge of dead trees became visible on the horizon. Then they left the road and turned off, walking toward the trees.
'Almost time!' Erick said. He increased his pace, looking back at Jan and Mara impatiently.
'Come on!'
They hurried, making their way through the twilight, stumbling over rocks and dead branches, up the side of the ridge. At the top Erick halted, standing with his hands on his hips, looking back.
'See,' he murmured. 'The City. The last time we'll ever see it this way.'
'Can I sit down?' Mara said. 'My feet hurt me.'
Jan pulled at Erick's sleeve. 'Hurry, Erick! Not much time left.' He laughed nervously. 'If everything goes right we'll be able to look at it—forever.'
'But not like this,' Erick murmured. He squatted down, snapping his case open. He took some tubes and wiring out and assembled them together on the ground, at the peak of the ridge. A small pyramid of wire and plastic grew, shaped by his expert hands.
At last he grunted, standing up. 'All right.'
'Is it pointed directly at the City?' Mara asked anxiously, looking down at the pyramid.
Erick nodded. 'Yes, it's placed according—' He stopped, suddenly stiffening. 'Get back! It's time!
Jan ran, down the far side of the slope, away from the City, pulling Mara with him. Erick came quickly after, still looking back at the distant spires, almost lost in the night sky.
'Down.'
Jan sprawled out, Mara beside him, her trembling body pressed against his. Erick settled down into the sand and dead branches, still trying to see. 'I want to see it,' he murmured. 'A miracle. I want to see—'
A flash, a blinding burst of violet light, lit up the sky. Erick clapped his hands over his eyes. The flash whitened, growing larger, expanding. Suddenly there was a roar, and a furious hot wind rushed past him, throwing him on his face in the sand. The hot dry wind licked and seared at them, crackling the bits of branches into flame. Mara and Jan shut their eyes, pressed tightly together.
'God—' Erick muttered.
The storm passed. They opened their eyes slowly. The sky was still alive with fire, a drifting cloud of sparks that was beginning to dissipate with the night wind. Erick stood up unsteadily, helping Jan and Mara to their feet. The three of them stood, staring silently across the dark waste, the black plain, none of them speaking.
The City was gone.
At last Erick turned away. 'That part's done,' he said. 'Now the rest! Give me a hand, Jan. There'll be a thousand patrol ships around here in a minute.'
'I see one already,' Mara said, pointing up. A spot winked in the sky, a rapidly moving spot. 'They're coming, Erick.' There was a throb of chill fear in her voice.
'I know.' Erick and Jan squatted on the ground around the pyramid of tubes and plastic, pulling the pyramid apart. The pyramid was fused, fused together like molten glass. Erick tore the pieces away with trembling fingers. From the remains of the pyramid he pulled something forth, something he held up high, trying to make it out in the
