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  The Short Stories of Edmond Hamilton

  VOLUME I

  Considered a pioneer of the science fiction/alternative fiction forms, Edmond Moore Hamilton was born in 1904 in Youngstown, Ohio. He is remembered, among other things, for his muscular and fast-paced adventure novels and serializations - the juvenile sci-fi pulp series, Captain Future; the Interstellar Patrol stories – and for his comic book writing, especially for the Superman and Batman series.

  Hamilton grew up in Pennsylvania and started writing early. He graduated high school at the tender age of 14, entering Westminster College.

  Hamilton was first published in 1926 by the classic pulp fiction magazine, Weird Tales (WT). With the appearance of the short story The Monster-God of Marmuth (which also later was expanded as a novel), Hamilton became a member of an august group of writers and editors who would shape the concept of a science/alternative fiction genre. This company included WT editor Farnsworth Wright and writers H.P. Lovecraft, Jack Williamson, Robert E. Howard and Otis Kline, among many others. Hamilton would prove to be one of WT’s most prolific contributors with 79 stories published.

  Hamilton became popular as an author of “space opera”, a sub-genre he created along with E.E. "Doc" Smith. Their work is characterized by romantic outer space adventures (“space opera” is a play on the term “soap opera”). Hamilton’s story The Island of Unreason, published in Wonder Stories in 1933, won the first Jules Verne Prize (this was the first science fiction prize for writing awarded by popular vote, a precursor of the later Hugo Awards).

  And in 1936, Hamilton completed what is considered the first hardcover compilation of the science fiction genre - The Horror on The Asteroid and Other Tales of Planetary Horror. Among the iconic stories contained in it: The Accursed Galaxy, The Man Who Saw Everything (The Man with X-ray Eyes) and The Earth-Brain.

  As the popularity of the sci-fi genre waxed and waned in the ‘30s and ‘40s, Hamilton branched out into crime and detective fiction. And, in 1946, he began writing for DC Comics, contributing to the Superman and Batman series. He became a regular writer for the Legion of Super-Heroes series before finally retiring from comics altogether in 1966.

  Also in 1946, Hamilton married writer Leigh Brackett, a fellow sci-fi writer and a major Hollywood screenwriter for Howard Hawkes (Brackett co-wrote The Big Sleep with William Faulkner and Rio Bravo, among other classics of American cinema). Hamilton and Brackett collaborated on one work – the anthology Stark and the Star Kings, featuring stories from both writers; it was published in 2005.

  As a mature writer, Hamilton wrote a string of novels, including The Star of Life (1947), The City at World's End (1951), The Haunted Stars (1960), Valley of Creation (1964) and The Lake of Life (1978), continuing to sketch romantic, larger-than-life and – to some – old-fashioned and even corny scenarios.

  Although he was considered to be a bit of a relic towards the end of his career, Hamilton’s reputation soared in other parts of the world. In the year before his death, Japan’s Toei Animation launched production of an anime adaptation of the Captain Future novels and Tsuburaya Productions adapted his novel Star Wolf into a tokusatsu series. Both series were aired on Japanese television in 1978. The Captain Future adaptation was later exported to Europe, winning Hamilton yet another new fan base.

  Edmond Moore Hamilton died February 1, 1977 at the age of 73.

  Index of Contents

  THE MAN WHO SAW THE FUTURE

  THE SARGASSO OF SPACE

  THE DOOR INTO INFINITY

  Chapter 1 - The Brotherhood of the Door

  Chapter 2 - Death Trap

  Chapter 3 - Up the Water-Tunnel

  Chapter 4 - The Cavern of the Door

  Chapter 5 - The Door Opens

  THE WORLD WITH A THOUSAND MOONS

  Chapter I - Thrill Cruise

  Chapter II - Discovered

  Chapter III - Through the Meteor-Moons

  Chapter IV - The Vestans

  Chapter V - Night Attack

  Chapter VI - Asteroid Horror

  The Man Who Saw the Future

  Jean de Marselait, Inquisitor Extraordinary of the King of France, raised his head from the parchments that littered the crude desk at which he sat. His glance shifted along the long stone-walled, torchlit room to the file of mail-clad soldiers who stood like steel statues by its door. A word from him and two of them sprang forward.

  "You may bring in the prisoner," he said.

  The two disappeared through the door, and in moments there came a clang of opening bolts and grating of heavy hinges from somewhere in the building. Then the clang of the returning soldiers, and they entered the room with another man between them whose hands were fettered.

  He was a straight figure, and was dressed in drab tunic and hose. His dark hair was long and straight, and his face held a dreaming strength, altogether different from the battered visages of the soldiers or the changeless mask of the Inquisitor. The latter regarded the prisoner for a moment, and then lifted one of the parchments from before him and read from it in a smooth, clear voice.

  "Henri Lothiere, apothecary's assistant of Paris," he read, "is charged in this year of our lord one thousand four hundred and forty-four with offending against God and the king by committing the crime of sorcery."

  The prisoner spoke for the first time, his voice low but steady. "I am no sorcerer, sire."

  Jean de Marselait read calmly on from the parchment. "It is stated by many witnesses that for long that part of Paris, called Nanley by some, has been troubled by works of the devil. Ever and anon great claps of thunder have been heard issuing from an open field there without visible cause. They were evidently caused by a sorcerer of power since even exorcists could not halt them.

  "It is attested by many that the accused, Henri Lothiere, did in spite of the known diabolical nature of the thing, spend much time at the field in question. It is also attested that the said Henri Lothiere did state that in his opinion the thunderclaps were not of diabolical origin, and that if they were studied, their cause might be discovered.

  "It being suspected from this that Henri Lothiere was himself the sorcerer causing the thunderclaps, he was watched and on the third day of June was seen to go in the early morning to the unholy spot with certain instruments. There he was observed going through strange and diabolical conjurations, when there came suddenly another thunderclap and the said Henri Lothiere did vanish entirely from view in that moment. This fact is attested beyond all doubt.

  "The news spreading, many hundreds watched around the field during that day. Upon that night before midnight, another thunderclap was heard and the said Henri Lothiere was seen by these hundreds to appear at the field's center as swiftly and as strangely as he had vanished. The fear-stricken hundreds around the field heard him tell them how, by diabolical power, he had gone for hundreds of years into the future, a thing surely possible only to the devil and his minions, and heard him tell other blasphemies before they seized him and brought him to the Inquisitor of the King, praying that he be burned and his work of sorcery thus halted.

  "Therefore, Henri Lothiere, since you were seen to vanish and to reappear as only the servants of the evil one might do, and were heard by many to utter the blasphemies mentioned, I must adjudge you a sorcerer with the penalty of death by fire. If anything there be that you can advance in palliation of your black offense, however, you may now do so before final sentence is passed upon you."

  Jean de Marselait laid down the parchment, and raised his eyes to the prisoner. The latter looked round him quickly for a moment, a half-glimpsed panic for an instant in his eyes, then seemed to steady. />
  "Sire, I cannot change the sentence you will pass upon me," he said quietly, "yet do I wish well to relate once, what happened to me and what I saw. Is it permitted me to tell that from first to last?"

  The Inquisitor's head bent, and Henri Lothiere spoke, his voice gaining in strength and fervor as he continued.

  "Sire, I, Henri Lothiere, am no sorcerer but a simple apothecary's assistant. It was always my nature, from earliest youth, to desire to delve into matters unknown to men; the secrets of the earth and sea and sky, the knowledge hidden from us. I knew well that this was wicked, that the Church teaches all we need to know and that heaven frowns when we pry into its mysteries, but so strong was my desire to know, that many times I concerned myself with matters forbidden.

  "I had sought to know the nature of the lightning, and the manner of flight of the birds, and the way in which fishes are able to live beneath the waters, and the mystery of the stars. So when these thunderclaps began to be heard in the part of Paris in which I lived, I did not fear them so much as my neighbors. I was eager to learn only what was causing them, for it seemed to me that their cause might be learned.

  "So I began to go to that field from which they issued, to study them. I waited in it and twice I heard the great thunderclaps myself. I thought they came from near the field's center, and I studied that place. But I could see nothing there that was causing them. I dug in the ground, I looked up for hours into the sky, but there was nothing. And still, at intervals, the thunderclaps sounded.

  "I still kept going to the field, though I knew that many of my neighbors whispered that I was engaged in sorcery. Upon that morning of the third day of June, it had occurred to me to take certain instruments, such as loadstones, to the field, to see whether anything might be learned with them. I went, a few superstitious ones following me at a distance. I reached the field's center, and started the examinations I had planned. Then came suddenly another thunderclap and with it I passed from the sight of those who had followed and were watching, vanished from view.

  "Sire, I cannot well describe what happened in that moment. I heard the thunderclap come as though from all the air around me, stunning my ears with its terrible burst of sound. And at the same moment that I heard it, I was buffeted as though by awful winds and seemed falling downward through terrific depths. Then through the hellish uproar, I felt myself bumping upon a hard surface, and the sounds quickly ceased from about me.

  "I had involuntarily closed my eyes at the great thunderclap, but now, slowly, I opened them. I looked around me, first in stupefaction, and then in growing amazement. For I was not in that familiar field at all, sire, that I had been in a moment before. I was in a room, lying upon its floor, and it was such a room as I had never seen before.

  "Its walls were smooth and white and gleaming. There were windows in the walls, and they were closed with sheets of glass so smooth and clear that one seemed looking through a clear opening rather than through glass. The floor was of stone, smooth and seamless as though carven from one great rock, yet seeming not, in some way, to be stone at all. There was a great circle of smooth metal inset in it, and it was on it that I was lying.

  "All around the room were many great things the like of which I had never seen. Some seemed of black metal, seemed contrivances or machines of some sort. Black cords of wire connected them to each other and from part of them came a humming sound that did not stop. Others had glass tubes fixed on the front of them, and there were square black plates on which were many shining little handles and buttons.

  "There was a sound of voices, and I turned to find that two men were bending over me. They were men like myself, yet they were at the same time like no men I had ever met! One was white-bearded and the other plump and bare of face. Neither of them wore cloak or tunic or hose. Instead they wore loose and straight-hanging garments of cloth.

  "They were both greatly excited, it seemed, and were talking to each other as they bent over me. I caught a word or two of their speech in a moment, and found it was French they were talking. But it was not the French I knew, being so strange and with so many new words as to be almost a different language. I could understand the drift, though, of what they were saying.

  "'We have succeeded!' the plump one was shouting excitedly. 'We've brought someone through at last!'

  "'They will never believe it,' the other replied. 'They'll say it was faked.'

  "'Nonsense!' cried the first. 'We can do it again, Rastin; we can show them before their own eyes!'

  "They bent toward me, seeing me staring at them.

  "'Where are you from?' shouted the plump-faced one. 'What time, what year, what century?'

  "'He doesn't understand, Thicourt,' muttered the white-bearded one. 'What year is this now, my friend?' he asked me.

  "I found voice to answer. 'Surely, sirs, whoever you be, you know that this is the year fourteen hundred and forty-four,' I said.

  "That set them off again into a babble of excited talk, of which I could make out only a word here and there. They lifted me up, seeing how sick and weak I felt, and seated me in a strange, but very comfortable chair. I felt dazed. The two were still talking excitedly, but finally the white-bearded one, Rastin, turned to me. He spoke to me, very slowly, so that I understood him clearly, and he asked me my name. I told him.

  "'Henri Lothiere,' he repeated. 'Well, Henri, you must try to understand. You are not now in the year 1444. You are five hundred years in the future, or what would seem to you the future. This is the year 1944.'

  "'And Rastin and I have jerked you out of your own time across five solid centuries,' said the other, grinning.

  "I looked from one to the other. 'Messieurs,' I pleaded, and Rastin shook his head.

  "'He does not believe,' he said to the other. Then to me, 'Where were you just before you found yourself here, Henri?' he asked.

  "'In a field at the outskirts of Paris,' I said.

  "'Well, look from that window and see if you still believe yourself in your 15th-century Paris.'

  "I went to the window. I looked out. Mother of God, what a sight before my eyes! The familiar gray little houses, the open fields behind them, the saunterers in the dirt streets, all these were gone and it was a new and terrible city that lay about me! Its broad streets were of stone and great buildings of many levels rose on either side of them. Great numbers of people, dressed like the two beside me, moved in the streets and also strange vehicles or carriages, undrawn by horse or ox, that rushed to and fro at undreamed-of speed! I staggered back to the chair.

  "'You believe now, Henri?' asked the whitebeard, Rastin, kindly enough, and I nodded weakly. My brain was whirling.

  "He pointed to the circle of metal on the floor and the machines around the room. 'Those are what we used to jerk you from your own time to this one,' he said.

  "'But how, sirs?' I asked. 'For the love of God, how is it that you can take me from one time to another? Have ye become gods or devils?'

  "'Neither the one nor the other, Henri,' he answered. 'We are simply scientists, physicists, men who want to know as much as man can know and who spend our lives in seeking knowledge.'

  "I felt my confidence returning. These were men such as I had dreamed might some day be. 'But what can you do with time?' I asked. 'Is not time a thing unalterable, unchanging?'

  "Both shook their heads. 'No, Henri, it is not. But lately have our men of science found that out.'

  "They went on to tell me of things that I could not understand. It seemed they were telling that their men of knowledge had found time to be a mere measurement, or dimension, just as length or breadth or thickness. They mentioned names with reverence that I had never heard, Einstein and De Sitter and Lorentz. I was in a maze at their words.

  "They said that just as men use force to move or rotate matter from one point along the three known measurements to another, so might matter be rotated from one point in time, the fourth measurement, to another, if the right force were used. They said that their machin
es produced that force and applied it to the metal circle from five hundred years before to this time of theirs.

  "They had tried it many times, they said, but nothing had been on the spot at that time and they had rotated nothing but the air above it from the one time to the other, and the reverse. I told them of the thunderclaps that had been heard at the spot in the field and that had made me curious. They said that they had been caused by the changing of the air above the spot from the one time to the other in their trials. I could not understand these things.

  "They said then that I had happened to be on the spot when they had again turned on their force and so had been rotated out of my own time into theirs. They said that they had always hoped to get someone living from a distant time in that way, since such a man would be a proof to all the other men of knowledge of what they had been able to do.

  "I could not comprehend, and they saw and told me not to fear. I was not fearful, but excited at the things that I saw around me. I asked of those things and Rastin and Thicourt laughed and explained some of them to me as best they could. Much they said that I did not understand but my eyes saw marvels in that room of which I had never dreamed.