Chapter XI: The Edge of the World

It is significant that Billie, because of her connection with the bee, Supreme, was spared the sight that the doctor saw from Rolla’s point of view. Otherwise, the geologist’s wife might have had a different opinion of the matter. As it was--

“Corrus and Dulnop,” said she as cooly as Supreme herself might have spoken, “are not the first to suffer because they have discovered something big.”

Whereupon her husband’s wrath got beyond his grip. “Not the first! Is that all you can say?” he demanded hotly. “Why, of all the damnably cruel, cold-blooded creatures I ever heard of, those infernal bees--”

Van Emmon stopped, unable to go on without blasphemy.

The doctor had got over the horror of what he had seen. “We want to be fair, Van. Look at this matter from the bees’ view-point for awhile. What were they to do? They had to make sure, as far as possible, that their supremacy would never be threatened again. Didn’t they?”

“Oh, but--damn it all!” cried Van Emmon. “There’s a limit somewhere! Such cruelty as that--no one could conceive of it!”

“As for the bees,” flared Billie, “I don’t blame ‘em! And unless I’m very much mistaken, the ruling class anywhere, here on the earth or wherever you investigate, will go the limit to hold the reins, once they get them!”

The expression on Van Emmon’s face was curious to see. There was no fear there, only a puzzled astonishment. Strange as it may seem, Billie had told him something that had never occurred to him before. And he recognized it as truth, as soon as she had said it.

“Just a minute,” remarked Smith in his ordinary voice; “just a minute. You’re forgetting that we don’t really know whether Rolla and Cunora are safe. Everything depends upon them now, you know.”

In silence the four went back into telepathic connection. Now, of course, Smith and Van Emmon were practically without agents. The prisoners could tell them nothing whatever except the tale of increasing agony as their torture went on. All that Van Emmon and Smith could do was lend the aid of their mentality to the efforts of the other two, and for a while had to be content with what Billie, through Supreme, and the doctor, through Rolla, were able to learn. However, Kinney did suggest that one of the other two men get in touch with Cunora.

“Good idea,” said Smith. “Go to it, Van Emmon.”

The geologist stirred uneasily, and avoided his wife’s eyes. “I--I’m afraid not, Smith. Rather think I’d prefer to rest a while. You do it!”

Smith laughed and reddened. “Nothing doing for an old bach like me. Cunora might--well, you know--go in bathing, for instance. It’s all right for the doctor, of course; but--let me out!”

Meanwhile the two women on Sanus, taking the utmost care, managed to retreat from the river bank without being discovered. Keeping their eyes very wide open and their ears strained for the slightest buzz, the two contrived to pass through the village, out into the fields, and thence, from cover to cover, into the foothills on that side of the valley where their lovers had found the pyrites.

“If only we knew which stream they ascended!” lamented Cunora, as they stood in indecision before a fork in the river.

“But we don’t!” Rolla pointed out philosophically. “We must trust to luck and Mownoth, ye and I.”

And despite all the effort the doctor could put forth to the contrary, the two women picked out the wrong branch. They searched as diligently as two people possibly could; but somehow the doctor knew, just because of the wrong choice that had been made, that their search would be unsuccessful. He thought the matter over for a few moments, and finally admitted to his three friends:

“I wonder if I haven’t been a little silly? Why should I have been so precious specific in impressing Rolla about the pyrites? Pshaw! Almost any hard rock will strike sparks from flint!”

“Why, of course!” exploded Van Emmon. “Here--let’s get busy and tell Rolla!”

But it proved astonishingly difficult. The two women were in an extraordinary condition now. They were continually on the alert. In fact, the word “alert” scarcely described the state of mind, the keen, desperate watchfulness which filled every one of their waking hours, and caused each to remain awake as long as possible; so that they invariably fell to sleep without warning. They could not be caught in the drowsy state!

For they knew something about the bees which the four on the earth did not learn until Billie had overheard Supreme giving some orders.

“Set a guard on that river bank,” she told her subordinate, “and maintain it night and day. If any inferior attempts to recover the magic stone, deal with him or her in the same manner in which we punished the finders of the deadly flower.”

“It shall be done, Supreme. Is there anything further?”

“Yes. Make quite sure that none of the inferiors are missing.”

Shortly afterward the lieutenant reported that one of the huts was empty.

“Rolla, the soil-tester, and Cunora, the vineyardist, are gone.”

“Seek them!” Supreme almost became excited. “They are the lovers of the men we punished! They would not absent themselves unless they knew something! Find them, and torture them into revealing the secret! We must weed out this flowing blossom forever!”

“It shall be done!”

Such methods were well known to Rolla and Cunora. Had not their fellow villagers, many of them, tried time after time to escape from bondage? And had they not inevitably been apprehended and driven back, to be tortured as an example to the rest? It would never do to be caught!

So they made it a practice to travel only during twilight and dawn, remaining hidden through the day. Invariably one stood watch while the other slept. The bees were--everywhere!

Upon crossing the range of mountains going down the other side, Cunora and Rolla began to feel hopeful of two things--first, that their luck would change, and the wonderful stone be found; and second, that they would be in no danger from the bees in this new country, which seemed to be a valley much like the one they had quit. It was all quite new and strange to them, and in their interest they almost forgot at times that each had a terrible score to settle when her chance finally came.

Twice they had exceedingly narrow escapes. Always they kept carefully hid, but on the third day Cunora, advancing cautiously through some brush, came suddenly upon two bees feeding. She stopped short and held her breath. Neither saw her, so intent were they upon their honey; yet Cunora felt certain that each had been warned to watch out for her. This was true; Billie learned that every bee on the planet had been told. And so Cunora silently backed away, an inch at a time, until it was safe to turn and run.

On another occasion Rolla surprised a big drone bee, just as she bent to take a drink of water from a stream. The insect had been out of her sight, on the other side of a boulder. It rose with an angry buzz as she bent down; a few feet away from her it hung in the air, apparently scrutinizing her to make sure that she was one of the runaways. Her heart leaped to her mouth. Suppose they were reported!

She made a lightninglike grab at the thing, and very nearly caught it. Straight up it shot, taken by surprise, and dashed blindly into a ledge of rock which hung overhead. For a second it floundered, dazed; and that second was its last. Cunora gave a single bound forward, and with a vicious swing of a palm-leaf, which she always carried, smashed the bee flat.

Before they had been free five days they came to an exceedingly serious conclusion: that it was only a question of time until they were caught. Sooner or later they must be forced to return; they could not hope to dodge bees much longer. When Rolla fully realized this she turned gravely to the younger girl.