To Save The World

: The Fire People

Two days later Alan and Miela were quietly married in Bay Head. She still

wore the long cloak, and no one could have suspected she was other than a

beautiful stranger in the little community. When we got back home Alan

immediately made her take off the cloak. He wanted us to admire her

wings--to note their long, soft red feathers as she extended them, the

symbol and the tangible evidence of her freedom from male dominance.
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She was as sweet about it all as she could be, blushing, as though to

expose the wings, now that she was married, were immodest. And by the way

she regarded Alan, by the gentleness and love in her eyes, I could see she

would never be above the guidance, the dominance, of one man, at least.



The day before their marriage Alan had taken me up the bayou to see the

little silver car in which Miela had come. I was intensely curious to

learn the workings of this strange vehicle. As soon as we were inside I

demanded that Alan explain it all to me in detail.



He smiled.



"That's the remarkable part of it, Bob," he answered. "Miela herself

didn't thoroughly understand either the basic principle or the mechanism

itself when she started down here."



"Good Lord! And she ventured--"



"Tao was already on the point of leaving when she conceived the idea. He

had already made one trip almost to the edge of the earth's atmosphere,

you know, and now was ready to start again."



"That first trip was last November," I said. "Tell me about that. What

were those first light-meteors for?"



"As far as I can gather from what Miela says," Alan answered, "Tao wanted

to make perfectly sure the light-ray would act in our atmosphere. He

came--there were several vehicles they had ready even then--without other

apparatus than those meteors, as we called them. Those he dropped to earth

with the light-ray stored in them. They did discharge it properly--they

seemed effective. The thing was merely a test. Tao was satisfied, and went

back to arrange for this second preliminary venture in which he is engaged

now."



"I understand," I said. "Go on about Miela."



"Well, she and her mother went before the Scientific Society, she calls

it--the men who own and control these vehicles in the Light Country. They

called it suicide. No one could be found to come with her. Lua, her

mother, wanted to, but Miela would not let her take the risk, saying she

was needed more there in her own world.



"As a matter of fact, the thing, while difficult perhaps to understand in

principle, in operation works very simply. Miela knew that, and merely

asked them to show her how to operate it practically. This they did. She

spent two days with them--she learns things rather easily, you know--and

then she was ready."



I waited in amazement.



"For practical purposes all she had to understand was the operation of

these keys. The pressure of the light-ray in these coils"--he was standing

beside a row of wire coils which in the semidarkness I had not noticed

before--"is controlled by the key-switches." He indicated the latter as he

spoke. "They send a current to the outer metal plates of the car which

makes them repel or attract other masses of matter, as desired.



"All that Miela had to understand then was how to operate these keys so as

to keep the base of the vehicle headed toward the earth. They took her to

the outer edge of the atmosphere of Mercury over the Dark Country and

showed her the earth. They have used terrestrial telescopes for

generations, and since the invention of this vehicle telescopes for

celestial observation have been greatly improved.



"All Miela had to do was keep the air in here purified. That is a simple

chemical operation. By using this attractive and repellent force she

allowed the earth's gravity and the repelling power of the sun and Mercury

to drive her here."



He paused.



"But, doesn't she--don't you understand the thing in detail?" I asked

finally.



"I think father and I understand it now better than she does," he

answered. "We have studied it out here and questioned her as closely as

possible. We understand its workings pretty thoroughly. But the exact

nature of the light-ray we do not understand, any more than we understand

electricity. Nor do we understand this metallic substance which when

charged with the current becomes attractive or repellent in varying

degrees."



"Yes," I said. "That I can appreciate."



"Father has a theory about the light-ray," he went on, "which seems rather

reasonable from what we can gather from Miela. The thing seems more like

electricity than anything else, and father thinks now that it is generated

by dynamos on Mercury, similar to those we use here for electricity."



"Along that line," I said, "can you explain why this light-ray, which will

immediately set anything on fire that is combustible, and which acts

through metal, like those artillery shells, for instance, does not seem to

raise the temperature of the ground it strikes to any extent?"



"Because, like electricity, it is dissipated the instant it strikes the

ground. The earth is an inexhaustible storehouse and receptacle for such a

force. That is why the broken country around the Shoshone River protected

Garland and Mantua from its direct rays."



"Tell me about the details of this mechanism," I said, reverting to our

original subject. "You say you understand its workings pretty thoroughly

now."



"Yes, I do," he admitted, "and so does father. But I cannot go into it now

with you. You see," he added hastily, as though he feared to hurt my

feelings, "the scientific men of Mercury--some of them--objected to

Miela's coming, on the ground that the inhabitants of the earth, obtaining

from her a knowledge that would enable them to voyage through space, might

take advantage of that knowledge to undertake an invasion of Mercury.



"As a matter of fact, that was a remote possibility. I could explain to

you all I know about this mechanism without much danger of your ever being

able to build such a car. But Miela promised them that she would use all

possible precautions, in the event of her having any choice in the matter,

to prevent the earth people learning anything about it.



"Father and I have examined everything here closely. But no one else

has--and I am sure Miela would prefer no one else did. You understand,

Bob?"



I did understand; and of course I had to be satisfied with that.



"It seems to me," I said when, later in the day, we were discussing

affairs in Wyoming, "that with things in Mercury as we now know they are,

it would help the situation tremendously if Tao and these Twilight People

with him were prevented from ever returning."



"That's my idea exactly," Professor Newland agreed.



I could see by the look on his face he was holding on to this thought as a

possibility that might make Alan's plan unnecessary.



"I've thought about it constantly," the professor said, "ever since these

facts first came to us through Miela. It would be important. With his

expedition here a total failure, I think we might assume that nothing more

would be done up there in attempting to conquer the earth. I've tried to

make Alan see that we should give the authorities all the information we

have. It might help--something might be accomplished--"



"Nothing would, father," Alan interrupted. "There wouldn't be time. And

even if this expedition of Tao's were destroyed, I don't see why that's

any guarantee another attempt would not be made. Miela doesn't, either,

and she ought to know.



"Besides, don't you see, Bob"--he turned to me earnestly--"I can't have

the eyes of the world turned on Miela and her affairs? Why, think of

it--this little woman sent to Washington, questioned, photographed,

written about, made sport of, perhaps, in the newspapers! And all for

nothing. It is unthinkable."



"You may be right, my boy," said the professor sadly. "I am giving in to

you, but I still--"



"The thing has come to me," said Alan. "A duty--a responsibility put

squarely up to me. I've accepted it. I'll do my best all the way."



A week after Alan and Miela were married the report came that the

Mercutians had suddenly departed, abandoning, after partly destroying,

their apparatus. The world for a few days was in trepidation, fearing a

report that they had landed somewhere else, but no such report came.



Three days later Alan and Miela followed them into space.



Professor Newland, Beth and I went up the bayou with them that morning

they left. We were a solemn little party, none of us seemingly wishing to

voice the thoughts that possessed us all.



Professor Newland never spoke once during the trip. When the moment of

final parting came he kissed Miela quietly, and, pressing Alan's hand,

said simply: "Good luck, my boy. We appreciate what you are doing for us.

Come back, some day, if you can."



Then he faced about abruptly and trudged back to the launch alone, as

pathetic a figure as I have ever seen. We all exchanged our last good-bys,

little Beth in tears clinging to Alan, and then kissing Miela and making

her promise some day to come back with Alan when he had accomplished his

mission.



Then they entered the vehicle. Its heavy door closed. A moment later it

rose silently--slowly at first, then with increasing velocity until we

could see it only as a little speck in the air above us. And then it was

gone.



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