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This was Cupia, his Cupia. He was home once more, back again upon the planet which held all that was dear to him in two worlds.
His heart glowed with the warmth of homecoming. What mattered it that he was now a prisoner, in the hands (or, rather, claws) of his old enemies, the Formians? He had been their prisoner before, and had escaped. Once more he could escape, and rescue the Princess Lilla.
Poor girl! How eager he was to reach her side, and save her from that peril, whatever it was, which had caused her to flash that โS O Sโ a hundred million miles across the solar system from Poros to the earth.
He wondered what could have happened in Cupia since his departure, only a few sangths ago. How was it that the ant-men had survived their airplane journey across the boiling seas? What had led them to return? Or perhaps these ants were a group who had hidden somewhere and thus had escaped the general extermination of their race. In either event, how had they been able to reconquer Cupia? And where was their former leader, Yuri, the renegade Cupian prince?
These and a hundred other similar questions flooded in upon the earth-man, as the Formian airship carried him, a captive, through the skies.
He gazed again at the scene below, and now noted one difference from the accustomed Porovian landscape, for nowhere ran the smooth concrete roads which bear the swift two-wheeled kerkools of the Cupians to all parts of their continent. What uninhabited portion of Cupia could this be, over which they were now passing?
Turning to Doggo, Myles extended his left palm, and made a motion as though writing on it with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. But the ant-man waved a negative with one of his forepaws. It was evident that there were no writing materials aboard the ship. Myles would have to wait until they reached their landing place; for doubtless they would soon hover down in some city or town, though just which one he could not guess, as the country below was wholly unfamiliar.
Finally a small settlement loomed ahead. It was of the familiar style of toy-building-block architecture affected by the ant-men, and, from its appearance, was very new. On its outskirts further building operations were actively in progress. Apparently a few survivors of the accursed race of Formians were consolidating their position and attempting to build up a new empire in some out-of-the-way portion of the continent.
As the earth-man was turning these thoughts over in his mind the plane softly settled down upon one of the flat roofs, and its occupants disembarked. Three of the ants advanced menacingly toward Myles, but Doggo held them off. Then all of the party descended down one of the ramps to the lower levels of the building.
Narrow slitlike window openings gave onto courtyards, where fountains played and masses of blue and yellow flowers bloomed, amid gray-branched lichens with red and purple twig-knobs. It was in just such a garden, through just such a window, that he had first looked upon the lovely blue-eyed, golden-haired Lilla, Crown Princess of Cupia.
The earth-man sighed. Where was his beloved wife now? That she needed his help was certain. He must therefore get busy. So once again he made motions of writing on the palm of his left hand with the thumb and forefinger of his right; and this time the sign language produced results, for Doggo halted the procession and led Cabot into a room.
It was a plain bare room, devoid of any furniture except a small table, for ant-men have no use for chairs and couches. The sky outside was already beginning to pinken with the unseen sun.
With a sweep of his paw, Doggo indicated that this was to be Cabotโs quarters. Then, with another wave, he pointed to the table, where lay a pad of paper and stylus, not a pencil-like stylus as employed by the Cupians, but rather one equipped with straps for attaching it to the claw of a Formian.
Even so, it was better than nothing. The earth-man seized it eagerly, but before he could begin writing an ant entered bearing a Cupian toga, short-sleeved and bordered with Grecian wave designs in blue. Myles put on this garment, and then quickly filled a sheet with questions:
โHow is my princess and my son, the baby king? Whence come all you Formians, whose race I thought had been exterminated? What part of Cupia is this? What is this city? Where is Prince Yuri? And what do you intend to do with me this time?โ
Then he passed the paper and stylus over to his old friend Doggo. They were alone together at last.
The ant-manโs reply consumed sheet after sheet of paper; but, owning to the rapidity of Porovian shorthand, did not take so very much more time than speaking would have required. As he completed each sheet he passed it over to Myles, who read as follows:
โAs to your princess and your son, I know not, for this is not Cupia. Do you remember how, when your victorious army and air navy swept to the southern extremity of what had been Formia, a few of our survivors rose in planes from the ruins of our last stronghold and braved the dangers of the steam clouds which overhang the boiling seas? Our leader was Prince Yuri, erstwhile contender for the throne of Cupia, splendid even in defeat.
โIt was his brain that conceived our daring plan of escape. If there were other lands beyond the boiling seas, the lands which tradition taught were the origin of the Cupian race, then there we might prosper and raise up a new empire. At the worst we should merely meet death in another form, rather than at your hands. So we essayed.
โYour planes followed us, but turned back as we neared the area of terrific heat. Soon the vapor closed over us, blotting our enemies and our native land from view.โ
For page after page Doggo, the ant-man, related the harrowing details of that perilous flight across the boiling seas, ending with the words:
โHere we are, and here are you, in Yuriana, capitol of New Formia. But how is it that you, Myles Cabot, have arrived here on this continent in exactly the same manner and condition in which I discovered you in old Formia eight years ago?โ
When Myles reached the end of reading this narrative, he in turn took the pad and stylus and related how he had gone to the planet Minos (which we call the Earth) to learn the latest discoveries and inventions there, and how his calculations for his return to Poros had been upset by some static conditions just as he had been about to transmit himself back. Oh, if only he had landed by chance upon the same beach as on his first journey through the skies!
Wisely he refrained from mentioning the โS O Sโ message from Lilla. But his recollection of her predicament spurred him to be anxious about her rescue.
His immediate problem was to learn what the ant-men planned for him; so the concluding words which he wrote upon the pad were: โAnd, now that you have me in your power, what shall you do with me?โ
โOld friend,โ Doggo wrote in reply, โthat depends entirely upon Yuri, our king, whose toga you now have on.โ
IIIYURI OR FORMIS?
The earth-man grimaced, but then smiled. Perhaps, his succeeding to the toga of King Yuri might prove to be an omen.
โSo Yuri is king of the ants?โ he asked.
โYes,โ his captor replied, โfor Queen Formis did not survive the trip across the boiling seas.โ
โThen what of your empire?โ Myles inquired. โNo queen. No eggs. How can your race continue? For you Formians are like the ants on my own planet Minos.โ
Doggoโs reply astounded him.
โDo you remember back at Wautoosa, I told you that some of us lesser Formians had occasionally laid eggs? So now behold before you Doggo, Admiral of the Formian Air Navy, and mother of a new Queen Formis.โ
This was truly a surprise! All along Cabot had always regarded the Formians as mannish. And rightly so, for they performed in their own country the duties assigned to men among the Cupians. Furthermore, all Formians, save only the reigning Formis herself, were called by the Porovian pronoun, which corresponds to โheโ in English.
When Myles had somewhat recovered from his astonishment, he warmly congratulated his friend by patting him on the side of the head, as is the Porovian custom.
โDoggo,โ he wrote, โthis ought to constitute you a person of some importance among the Formians.โ
โIt ought to,โ the ant-man replied, โbut as a matter of fact, it merely intensifies Yuriโs mistrust and hatred of me. Now that I am mother of the queen, he fears that I may turn against him and establish Formis in his place as the head of an empire of the Formians, by the Formians, and for the Formians exclusively.โ
โWhy donโt you?โ Myles wrote. It seemed to him to be a bully good idea, and incidentally a solution of his own difficulties.
But Doggo wrote in horror, โIt would be treason!โ Then tore up all the correspondence. It is difficult to inculcate the thought of independence in the mind of one reared in an autocracy.
The earth-man, however, persisted.
โHow many of the council can you count on, if the interests of Yuri should clash with those of Formis?โ
โOnly oneโmyself.โ
And again Doggo tore up the correspondence.
Myles tactfully changed the subject.
โWhere is the arch-fiend now?โ he asked.
โWe know not,โ the Formian wrote in reply. โSix days ago he left us in his airship and flew westward. When he failed to return, we sent out scout planes to search for him, and we have been hunting ever since. When we sighted you on the beach this morning we thought that you might be our lost leader, and that is why we landed and approached you.โ
At about this point the conversation was interrupted by a worker ant who brought food: roast alta and green aphid milk. With what relish did the earth-man plunge into the feast, his first taste of Porovian delicacies in many months.
During the meal conversation lagged, owing to the difficulty of writing and eating at the same time. But now Myles Cabot seized his pad and stylus and wrote:
โHave you ever known me to fail in any undertaking on the planet Poros?โ
โNo,โ the ant-man wrote in reply.
โHave you ever known me to be untrue to a principle, a cause, or a friend?โ
โNo,โ Doggo replied.
โThen,โ Myles wrote, โlet us make your daughter queen in fact as well as in name.โ
โIt is treason,โ Doggo wrote in reply, but this time he did not tear up the correspondence.
โTreason?โ Myles asked. If he had spoken the word, he would have spoken it with scorn and derision. โTreason? Is it treason to support your own queen? What has become of the national pride of the once great Formians? Look! I pledge myself to the cause of Formis, rightful Queen of Formia. Formis, daughter of Doggo! What say you?โ
This time, as he tore up the correspondence, Doggo signified an affirmative. And thus there resulted further correspondence.
โDoggo,โ Myles wrote, โcan you get to the antenna of the queen?โ
The ant-man indicated that he could.
โIf she has inherited any of your character,โ Myles continued, โshe will assert herself, if given half a chance.โ
So the Pitmanesque conversation continued. Long since had the pink light of Porovian evening faded from the western sky. The ceiling vapor-lamps were lit. The night showed velvet-black through the slit-like windows. And still the two old friends wrote on, Myles Standish Cabot, the Bostonian, and Doggo, No. 334-2-18, the only really humanlike ant-man whom Myles had ever known among the once dominant race of Poros.
Finally, as the dials indicated midnight, the two conspirators ceased their labors. All was arranged for the coup dโ etat.
They tore into shreds every scrap of used paper, leaving extant merely the ant-manโs concluding words: โMeanwhile you are my prisoner.โ
Doggo then rang a soundless bell, which was answered by a worker ant, whom he inaudibly directed to bring sufficient draperies to form a bed for the earth-man. These brought, the two friends patted each other a fond good night, and the tired earth-man lay down for the first sleep which he had had in over forty earth hours.
It hardly seemed possible! Night before last he had slept peacefully on a conventional feather-bed in a little New England farmhouse. Then had come the S O S message from the skies; and here he was now, millions of miles away through space retiring on matted silver felting on the concrete floor of a Porovian ant-house. Such are the mutations of fortune!
With these thoughts the returned wanderer lapsed into a deep and dreamless sleep.
When he awakened in the morning there was a guard posted at the door.
Doggo did not show up until nearly noon, when he rattled in, bristling with excitement.
Seizing the pad
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