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continent.
There were bays and inlets and even broken spaces that formed lakes of sea-water. At various times,
some force, perhaps collision with other islands, had crumpled up parts of the island. These formed hills.
And it was on top of one of the hills that Wolff saw the gates.
There were two, hexagons of some self-illuminated metal, each huge as the open end of a zeppelin
hangar.
Wolff hurried to notify Dugarnn. The commander was aware of the gates and was barking out orders. A
long time ago, he had prom-ised Wolff that when the gates were found, he would terminate the
agreement. Wolff and the beamer and the Lords could leave the abuta.
There was not near enough time to valve off gas to lower the is-land. Before the desired altitude could
be reached, the abuta would have drifted far past the Mitza, the mother. So the Lords hastened to the
lowest deck, where jump-bladder harnesses were ready for them. They strapped the belts around their
shoulders, chests, and legs and then were towed to the hatch. Dugarnn and the abutal crowded around
them to say farewell. They said no words of good-bye to any of the Lords but Wolff and Luvah. These
two they kissed, and they pressed the flower of the young gas-plant in their hands. Wolff said farewell
and stepped through the hatch. He fell as swiftly as a man below an open parachute. The other Lords
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followed him. There was an open space among the fronds in which he tried to land, but he miscalculated
the wind. He crashed into the top of a frond, which bent beneath him and so broke his fall. The others
also made good landings, though some were bruised. Theotormon had an extra large jump-harness
because of his four hundred and fifty pounds, but he came down faster than the others anyway. His
rubbery legs bent under him; he rolled; and he was up on his feet, squawking because he had banged his
head.
Wolff waited until they were recovered. He waved at the Ilmawir, who were peering down at him from
the hatches. Then the island passed on and presently was out of their sight. The Lords made their way
through the jungle towards the hill. They were alert, since they had seen many native villages from the
abuta. But they came to the hill-gates without seeing the aborigines and presently were standing before
the towering hexagons.
"Why two?" Palamabron said.
Vala said, "That is another of our father's riddles, I'm sure. One gate must lead to his palace on
Appirmatzum. The other, who knows where?"
"But how will we know?" Palamabron said.
"Stupid!" Vala said. "We won't know until we go through one or the other."
Wolff smiled slightly. Ever since she had gone off with Palama-bron, she had treated him with even more
contempt and scorn than the others. Palamabron was bewildered by this. Evidently, he had been
expecting some sort of gratitude.
Wolff said, "We should all go through the same one. It won't be wise to split up our forces. Wrong one
or right one, we must be united."
Palamabron said, "You are right, brother. Besides, if we split, and one group were to get into Urizen's
stronghold and kill him, then that group would have control. And they would betray the second group."
"That is not why I think we should stay together," Wolff said. "But you have a good point."
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"On top of his head," Vala said. "Palamabron is no more of a thinker than he is a lover."
Palamabron reddened, and he put his hand upon the hilt of his sword. "I am through swallowing your
insults, you vixen in heat," he said. "One more, and your head will roll off your shoulders."
"We have enough fighting ahead of us," Wolff said. "Save your fury for that which lies on the other side
of one of those gates."
He saw a movement in the bushes a hundred yards away. Pres-ently, a face showed. A native was
watching them. Wolff wondered if any of the natives had tried to go through the gates. If one had, his
disappearance would have terrified the others. Possibly, this area was tabu.
He was interested in the natives' reactions, because he considered that they might be of some help,
someday. Just now, he did not have time or did not wish to take time. Chryseis was in Urizen's
strong-hold, and every minute there must be agony. It might not be agony only of spirit; she could be
tormented physically by his father.
He shuddered and tried to put out of his mind the pictures that this thought painted. One thing at a time.
He looked at the others. They were watching him intently. Al-though they would have strongly denied it,
they regarded him as a leader. He was not the oldest brother and one of his cousins was older. But he
had taken immediate and forceful measures whenever any crisis had come up on this world. And he had
the beamer. More-over, they seemed to detect something different in him, a dimension that they
lacked-although they would have denied this, too. His ex-perience as Robert Wolff, the Earthman, had
given him a grip upon matters that they had always considered too mundane to bother with. Insulated
from hard labor, from having to deal with things at a primitive level, they felt lost. Once they had been
makers and semi-divine rulers of their own private universes. Now they were no bet-ter-perhaps not as
good-as the savages they so despised. Jadawin- or Wolff, as they were beginning to call him-was a man
who knew his way around in a world of savages.
Wolff said, "It's one fate or the the other. A case of eenie meenie minie moe."
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"And what barbaric language is that?" Vala said.
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