There had been several tiny ports in the escape capsule, of only some four inches in diameter. It was difficult to see through them. The monitoring cameras, fore and aft, were not functioning.
They could feel heat, even within the capsule, as the atmosphere was penetrated.
In the descent something must have gone wrong, for a disk at the bow began to flash redly.
A whining, sirenlike sound filled the cabin for a brief moment, and then stopped. The disk stopped flashing.
They could see trees below.
They were moving laterally. Behind them, but visible through one of the ports, was a rope of fluid, aflame.
“There is no place to land,” had screamed Janina.
The terrain below was, indeed, rugged, and forested.
There was a frightening sound as the speeding capsule lashed through branches and then, suddenly, climbed, again, upward. Then it spun about, and hovered, arid seemed to slip in the air, down a dozen feet, and then another dozen feet. It righted itself. It began to descend again, and then, again, abruptly, in the light of what obstacle the occupants knew not, rose up again.
Two needles, though this was not noted by the occupants of the vehicle, now verged, suddenly, as though broken, at the bottom of their gauges.
“We are falling!” said Janina.
The gladiator crawled to the wheel which controlled the fins of the craft, usable in an atmosphere. Their use had been clear from experimentation in space, though they had been ineffective in that medium.
He drew back on the wheel and the craft soared upward.
“There is no power!” said Janina.
He leveled the wheel, and sought to peer out the bow port. Then he swung the wheel to the right, and then back, somewhat, to the left, and then pressed it forward.
He tried to follow the course of the river.
He sped between the trees, over the water, and then pressed the wheel forward again, and the escape capsule hit the surface of the water like a stone, and, splashing, flew into the air, and then descended, and did this again and then again, and was then rushing through the water, it flying to both sides, and then the capsule was on gravel, scraping, and then water, it rushing beneath, and then gravel again, and then, at last, half on the bank of the river, and half in the water, stopped.
They had lost no time in leaving the capsule and withdrawing into the forest, shielding themselves behind trees and rock.
When it became clear that the capsule was inert, they returned to it.
It was deeply scarred, and a far different vehicle, now space-worn, and scorched, and pitted and gashed, from the one which had tumbled free of the Alaria so long ago. There were streaks of vegetable matter on it where it had flashed through branches. It was tipped. Two of its wheels, for the tracks, were broken away. “We are alive,” said Janina.
“We will use the vehicle for a shelter,” he said.
“No, please, Master!” she said. “We have been within it so long! Let us sleep in the open!”
“There may be danger here,” he said.
“Animals?” she said, frightened.
“Or worse,” he said.
She looked at him.
“They might like you on a rope,” he said.
“I belong on a rope,” she laughed.
“And so does every woman,” he said.
“Yes, Master!” she said.
“But we must leave the vehicle soon,” he said. “We must learn this world.”
“Do you think it populated, Master?” she asked.
“I do not know,” he said.
“Perhaps we should build a shelter somewhere else,” she said, looking about herself, frightened.
“It is late,” he said.
Before they retired for the evening, he thrust the vehicle higher on the bank. He also put some branches about it, to conceal its outline.
Early that afternoon, miles upriver, over an area of several square miles in extent, there were heavy rains. This was not understood by either the gladiator or the exquisite young slave, Janina, she whom he had won, a lovely prize in a contest. Doubtless they had been exhausted by their ordeal, the escape from the Alaria, the long weeks in space, the terrors of the landing, the awesomeness of finding themselves on an unfamiliar world, a new, seemingly primitive, surely beautiful, perhaps uncharted, world. In any event, the waters from upriver, flowing from innumerable rivulets, from dozens of streams, from several tributaries, like veins in the surface of the earth, draining an area more than a hundred square miles, began to move downstream, slowly at first, and then with gathering force. These swelling waters, borne by the now swift current, crept up the banks at many points, even higher than most of the diverse levels already recorded in the clay, indeed, until, here and there, they almost touched the grass, and, at shallower places, were plentifully overflowing the banks. The capsule, even thrust higher as it had been, was lifted from the bank, and the gladiator awakened suddenly, the capsule lifting, then rocking, then beginning to turn, beginning to wash downward toward the current. He had aroused the slave instantly and together, as it seemed clear the capsule might be lost, they had flung certain supplies, a medical kit, blankets, the rifle and the pistol, though these were now without ammunition, and such, out the hatch, high onto the bank, above where the water now reached. This they did in the darkness, and in a driving rain, and in the midst of thunder and lightning, for their area, too, was now much affected by storms, quite possibly a portion of the same weather system which had been active upstream earlier.
The gladiator emerged from the capsule, the water to his thighs, half-blinded by the wind and rain, and pressed against it with his hands, where they slipped on the slick surface. He slipped in the water. He tried to get his back to the vehicle and turn it, to thrust it up the bank. It was rocking. It was hard to grasp. He cut his arm on the stabilizer. The vehicle spun about.
Janina, her clothing soaked with rain, stood on the bank. She had, moments before, wading, made her way ashore.
To the gladiator’s right a great dark branch, its leaves beaten down by rain, swept past.
The capsule turned in the overflowing waters. The gladiator lost his hold on it, and, slipping, moved about it, to get once more between it and the main channel of the river.
Water streamed from the capsule.
It would be suddenly illuminated, eerily, whitely, in flashes of lightning.
So, too, was the slave on the bank, and the trees behind her.
“I cannot hold it!” cried the gladiator.
It was at that point that Janina had waded forth into the black, swirling waters, to lend her small strength to his.
Too, almost at the same time, no more than a moment or two later, he had, unexpectedly, managed to brace himself on some solid surface on the overflowed bank, doubtless an outjutting rock.
Janina was waist-deep in the water, about the capsule, to his right, as he was braced.
He did not even understand, at that time, where she was, or what she was doing.
“I have it!” he cried. He thrust it back a bit, toward the bank. He felt with his feet for another purchase, one six inches closer to the bank.
It was at that point that Janina had lost her footing in the rushing water. She clutched at the capsule but her hands could close on nothing. They slipped on the large, slick, oval surface. She fell to her back in the water, her hands losing contact with the capsule. It was at this point, as the current took her, and she had begun to be swept downstream, that she had cried out. “Master, I cannot swim!” she cried.