The Japanese Devil Fish Girl and Other Unnatural Attractions Part 20

The flying monkeys were really quite horrid, with nasty red faces and bad bat wings. They wore little waistcoats and big baggy trousers and muttered and hissed the most terrible things.

'I think they are actually swearing at us,' shouted George to Ada. 'Take cover in the trees. I will do my best to keep them at bay.'

Ada fled to where Darwin lay hiding, while George continued with his swinging of the knapsack.

Which, although not actually serving as much of a deterrent, did at least create something of a diversion.

The Jovians, however, made a greater show of force.

They swung up their ray guns towards their attackers and beams of energy crissed and crossed the sky.

'Those certainly put the old Royal Enfields in the shade,' said Professor Coffin, appreciatively. 'Oh mercy me!'

A flying monkey swinging close was atomised before him.

'There wouldn't be too much left of a tiger,' said the professor, now hastening in pursuit of Ada Lovelace. 'Come, George,' he called. 'Let's leave this to the fellows with the s.p.a.ce guns.'

And it did have to be said, the fellows with the s.p.a.ce guns were making a considerable impact upon their aerial attackers. Flying monkeys exploded at the touch of fearsome rays. Alien technology, it appeared, was more than a match for mythic monsters made flesh.

It fleetingly entered George's mind that there might well be a moral in there, or a lesson to be learned, or something, but just as fleetingly such thoughts were gone as George ran howling for cover.

The laughing burghers of Jupiter had arranged themselves into a kind of battle formation: a circle with their big broad backs towards the middle. And they were laying down devastating fire upon their swooping enemies.

'I think we might just win this one,' said George, flinging himself into cover and dropping down beside Ada and the professor.

'Perhaps they might be persuaded to just wing one,' said Professor Coffin. 'I am indeed shocked and also awed by the magnitude of their firepower.'

'We are winning the battle, though,' said George. 'And that, I suppose, is all that matters. Although-' And here George paused.

'Although?' asked the professor.

'Just what is that that?' said George, and he pointed.

A swirling black cloud was billowing in the distance. Tumbling over and over in the sky. George had once spent a pleasant evening upon Brighton beach watching the vast flocks of starlings at play above the West Pier. And there was a certain similarity here. That swooping and twisting. That- 'No!' cried George. 'Flying monkeys, thousands of them!'

The Jovian hunters saw them too. And realising themselves to be outnumbered beyond all reasonable, or indeed unreasonable, hope of victory or survival, they broke ranks and fled to the jungle's edge.

The creatures came down like a swarm of locusts, blackening the sky. George was given to a fleeting wonderment as to where they could all have possibly come from, for surely this island could not sustain their dining for a single day. But again this was only a fleeting wonderment. George had more important things on his mind.

'Run back down deeper into the jungle,' cried George. 'Everyone hurry, do.'

'Ah,' said the professor. 'Maybe not.'

'Not?' said George, preparing to flee. 'I do think so come, Ada.'

'George, no, don't. The natives look.' Professor Coffin pointed.

And sure as sure and bad as luck could be, many little brown faces, with bones though the noses, were to be seen. Many, many brown faces.

'Natives!' cried George. 'Thousands of them.'

'It rather looks,' said Professor Coffin, 'as if our our villagers have sought the a.s.sistance of most of the nearby villages. Which leaves us somewhere between the Devil and the deep blue sea, I do believe.' villagers have sought the a.s.sistance of most of the nearby villages. Which leaves us somewhere between the Devil and the deep blue sea, I do believe.'

'I do not like to say "I told you so"-' said George.

'Then kindly do not, it will not advance our situation by one iota.'

And they were suddenly in all but darkness, flying monkeys blackening the heavens. Down came these h.e.l.lish simians, intent upon no good whatsoever. The Jovians, no longer quite so jovial, mashed their way into the jungle, squinted towards the upcoming natives and trained their guns upon them.

The flying monkeys tore at the treetops, ripping away at the foliage. Natives raised their blowpipes.

A mighty battle ensued.

Caught in the very midst of it, without any weapons and not a lot of hope, George clung to Ada, who clung right back to George, and Darwin clung to the professor.

'We are doomed,' cried the professor. 'It should not come to this. Do something, George, save us all.'

'Me?' cried George, as blowpipe darts went whizzing by his head and ray-gun rays set the jungle on fire. 'Why me?'

And a flying monkey stole his sola topi.

If the horrible goings-on in the great dining hall of the Empress of Mars Empress of Mars when the airship went down had resembled a scene from Dante's when the airship went down had resembled a scene from Dante's Inferno Inferno, then the present mayhem held more to the fevered imaginings of Hieronymus Bosch, after a hard night down at his local upon whatever was the fifteenth-century equivalent of absinthe.

The screaming and the swearing and the ripping and the tearing of the monkeys.

The horrible destruction of each awful terror gun.

The war-chants of the natives and the blowings of their blowpipes.

The fear and flames, the blood and death and all upon an island.

In a sea of blue beneath a summer sun.

'To the temple,' cried Professor Coffin, 'to claim sanctuary. It is our only hope.'

'I do not know what to do,' shouted George.

'Trust the professor,' said Ada.

George Fox threw up his fists in despair.

As the worst that could occur did.

They were suddenly all about him, scratching and savaging. His hand was torn from Ada's and as George looked on, horror-struck and in mortal fear, several of the flying, screaming horde plucked up Ada and bore her into the sky.

'No!' cried George. 'Shoot those monsters, someone.'

But the Jovian huntsmen were otherwise engaged.

George watched, as best he could amongst the flapping wings and scrabbling claws that were all about him now, and saw Ada carried up and up and then in through one of the windows in the dwindling towers of pearl that soared above.

'This way,' shouted the professor. 'Here, George, come with me.' And Professor Coffin dragged George after him, to what looked like some kind of oversized rabbit burrow, and pushed George ahead of him into it.

It was dark and smelled poorly of dung. And when something moved, George nearly died right there and then from absolute terror. But a friendly hairy hand laid hold of George and Darwin cooed gibberings of comfort into his ear. Above, the sounds of battle were terrific. And seemed to go on hour after hour. George huddled low and rocked to and fro. Professor Coffin hid his face and said certain prayers of his own.

Perhaps hours had pa.s.sed, for George had lost all sense of time. But when all became finally silent, Professor Coffin peeped from the hideaway and, once a.s.sured that all was safe as it could be, whispered for George to follow him.

George did so.

George saw carnage. Trees reduced to blackened stumps. Bodies strewn, two burghers of Jupiter dead. And the smell of death, that ghastly miasma, hung like a shroud over all.

'My G.o.d,' said George. But that was all he could say.

Professor Coffin rummaged all about himself, unearthed his cigar case, took out a cigar, bit off the end and spat it out. He applied the fire from a Lucifer and drew in calming breaths.

Darwin directed certain urgent sounds towards the showman and Professor Coffin shared his cigar with the ape.

'All is lost,' said George, when he could find more words to speak. 'Everything is lost.'

Professor Coffin opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again.

'But,' and George looked up, to the temple rising above, 'she might still be alive.'

'She?' said the professor. 'The G.o.ddess? That She?'

'I mean Ada,' said George. 'The creatures carried her away into a window high in that tower.' And George pointed. 'She might still be alive. I have to find her.'

'Find her?' And Professor Coffin smiled. It was not a pleasant smile and he turned his face away so George should not see it. 'Find Ada,' said Professor Coffin. 'Somewhere in the temple. Oh yes. That would be for the best.'

29.

Towers of pearl glittered in afternoon sunlight and rooftops of gold glittered too. Through the shimmering haze climbed George, the professor and Darwin the monkey, each alone with their thoughts dire thoughts, of what might lie ahead.

They had taken the precaution of arming themselves and although George felt it instinctively wrong to enter a temple of any religious persuasion carrying a weapon, his only thoughts at this time were for Ada Lovelace.

He and the professor carried long unearthly rifle ray guns, taken from the bodies of the fallen Jupitarians. Darwin the monkey held a blowpipe. Several bandoleers of poisoned darts and as many canteens of water swung from his now most shabby waistcoat.

George himself looked very much the worse for wear. His ludicrously shrunken suit was thoroughly bes.m.u.tted, his hair was matted, his face begrimed, and lines of sweat ran down from his forehead to drip from his striking chin. George was not in the finest of moods and Professor Coffin felt it for the best not to engage him in idle conversation.

Above, the marvellous temple pierced the sky. A rugged pilgrims' trail snaked up against the naked rock. The heat was fearfully oppressive. The dismal party soldiered on.

Finally George spoke. 'We rescue Ada,' he said. 'If she is still alive we rescue her. Nothing more. I want no part of any j.a.panese Devil Fish Girl. This entire journey was cursed from the very beginning.'

Professor Coffin nodded thoughtfully. He had many homilies readily to hand regarding the warrior spirit of the Britons. And how the forging of a mighty empire had been brought about through the enduring of hardships by men of n.o.ble valour. Who had soldiered on, as indeed the two of them and the monkey were now doing, to achieve the glory they so truly deserved. These homilies, however, he kept to himself. 'Whatever you say, my boy,' he said.

George Fox glanced at his companion. For on this occasion he certainly knew a lie when he heard one.

They scrambled higher and higher, in terror of falling at times as chunks of the narrow path gave beneath their feet and plunged down and down to the jungle below. And always in terror of a renewed attack from the flying monkeys. For surely they had never been more vulnerable than now.

'We are almost there,' said Professor Coffin. 'Darwin, go ahead and see that all is safe.'

Darwin the monkey butler rolled his eyes, then slowly shook his head.

'Obstinate wretch,' said Professor Coffin, raising a knotted fist.

Darwin put a blowpipe to his lips and pointed same at the professor.

'No hard feelings, old chap.' Professor Coffin affected a grin. 'Naturally I will go first.'

'I will go first,' said George. 'And if anything gets in my way I will kill it.' will go first,' said George. 'And if anything gets in my way I will kill it.'

There was such determination in the voice of George Fox that Professor Coffin limited his own words to asking George whether he had the safety catch off, on his big rifle ray gun.

George made affirmative gruntings and made his way ahead.

A plateau hewn from living rock and paved with Rose Aurora marble spread before the entrance to the wonderful temple. A film of volcanic dust covered the marble pavement, undisturbed by footfall, so it seemed, for many ages past.

The mighty temple doors were of tropical timber carved with the most fantastic of creatures. Beasts resembling tri-pedal crocodiles writhed amongst fish-headed lions and snakes with the faces of men.

George plodded forwards, Professor Coffin followed.

'Have you ever seen such horrors?' the professor asked of George. 'Unnatural and nasty, the sp.a.w.n of the Bottomless Pit.'

'Unworldly is the word,' said George. 'These things are not of this Earth.' is the word,' said George. 'These things are not of this Earth.'

The eyes of the carven creatures were inlaid with precious stones. Professor Coffin drew most near to feast his eyes upon them.

'There is a fortune to be had here alone,' said he. Thoughtfully.

'When Ada is safe you can do what you like. I care not at all.' George gazed up, beyond the mighty temple doors to vertical walls of stone. Painted were these walls, after the fashion of ancient Thebes. But not with the profiled likenesses of Rameses II. Rather with those of a beautiful woman. Although time had weathered her features to a blur.

George Fox put his shoulder to one of the temple doors and applied pressure. It gave a touch but then refused to open further.

George stepped back and once more looked aloft. 'We cannot possibly batter these doors open,' he said.

'Stand aside there, then, George,' said Professor Coffin, c.o.c.king his big rifle ray gun, 'and I will blast our way in.'

George glared at the professor. 'I am a desperate man,' said he, 'but such wanton vandalism may not be necessary. Look see there what appears to be a large letterbox.'

'That is a votive embrasure,' Professor Coffin explained. 'You see them in European churches of the Middle Ages. Lepers and those smitten with the pox were not allowed entry to the church. They pa.s.sed their pennies through such openings and the priests blessed them in return. From a safe distance, as it were.'

'Be that as it may,' said George, unmoved by the professor's knowledge, 'it might be possible to squeeze through the opening, drop down and open the doors from the inside.'