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manifestations of the continual rebalancing of whatever statics and dynamics were being used to maintain
the small but Earth-heavy bodies.
Wolff did not know anything except that the science that the Lords had inherited was far beyond that
which Terrestrials knew.
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There must be thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of these cylinders. They were about a mile
apart from each other, spinning on their own axes and also shifting slowly about each other in an intri-cate
dance.
From a distance, Wolff thought, the separate bodies would look like one solid bulk. This must be one of
the planets he had observed from the waterworld.
There was one advantage to their predicament. On a world as tiny as this one, they would not have to
go far to find the next set of gates. But it did not seem likely that Urizen would make things so easy for
them.
Wolff stepped back to the gate and tried to reenter it. As he had expected, it only permitted him to step
through the frame and back onto the cylinder. He turned and tested its other side, only to find that equally
unfruitful. Then he set out to look for the gates by walk-ing around the circumference. And when he had
gotten less than halfway around, he saw the two hexagons.
These were at one end and hung a few inches above the surface, the pale sky gleaming pinkly between
the lower frame and the cylin-der surface. With the others, he began to talk towards it. He kept his eyes
on the gates and tried not to see the whirling shifting objects around him.
Wolff was in the lead and so was the first to notice the unexpected behavior of the twin hexagons. As he
came within fifty feet of them, they began to move away. He increased his pace; the gates did not
maintain quite the same distance. When he broke into a run, they went more swiftly but still he gained a
little. He stopped; the gates stopped. He made a dash at them, only to see them start off just as quickly.
As he stepped up his speed, he gained on them.
The other Lords were behind him. Their feet slapped on the me-tallic surface, and their gaspings
whistled through the atmosphere. Wolff stopped again. The gates halted. The other Lords, except Vala,
gathered around him and babbled.
"Los! First he starves us to death. . . then runs us to death."
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Wolff waited until he had recovered his breath, then said, "I think they can be caught. They began to
slow down in their speed as I went faster. It's a proportional decrease. But I don't think I can go quickly
enough and long enough to catch them. Who's the fastest here?"
Luvah said, "I could always beat the rest of you in a foot race. But now I am so tired and weak. . ."
"Try," Wolff said.
Luvah grinned uncertainly at him and inched towards the gates. Hovering, they moved away. He broke
into a dash and presently was gone around the curve of the cylinder out of their sight. Wolff turned and
ran in the opposite direction. After him came Vala. The dizzyingly close horizon jumped at him; he sped
on and then he saw Luvah and the gates. Luvah was now within ten feet of them, but he was slowing
down. And as his legs refused to move as he wished and his breath burned out of his lungs, the gates
drew away.
Wolff came up behind the gates. When he was as close to them as Luvah, the gates slipped sideways,
like wet soap between two hands. Vala came in at an angle towards them, but they veered off. The
panting Lords stopped, forming three corners of a square with the gates at the remaining comer,
"Where are the others?" Wolff said.
Luvah jerked a thumb. Wolff looked around to see them straggling around the curve of this minute
world. He called to them, his voice sounding eerie in the strangely propertied atmosphere. Luvah started
to go forward but stopped at Wolff's order.
Ariston, Tharmas, Rintrah, and Theotormon spread out. Under Wolff s directions, they formed a
pentagon with the gates at the ends of two legs of the figure. Then all began to close in on their quarry.
They kept the same distance between them and advanced at the same pace. The gates oscillated back
and forth but made no break.
With two minutes of slow and patient closing in, the Lords were able to seize half of the frames. This
time, Wolff did not bother to ask Vala which exit they should take. He went through the left.
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The others came through on his heels and their look of dismay reflected his. They were on another
cylinder, and down at the end was another pair of hexagons.
Again, they went through the tiring chase and the boxing in. Again, they stepped through a frame, the one
to the right this time. Again, they were on another cylinder.
This occurred five tunes. The Lords looked at each other with fa-tigue-reddened and exhaustion-circled
eyes. Their legs trembled, and their chests ached. They were covered with sweat and were as dry within
as a Saharan wind. They could hardly keep their grips on the hexagons.
"We can't go on much longer," Rintrah said.
"Don't be so obvious," Vala said. "Try to say something original once in a while."
"Very well. I'm thirsty enough to drink your blood. And I may if I don't get a drink of water soon."
Vala laughed. "If you come close enough, I'll broach you with this sword. Your blood may be thin and
ill-smelling, but at least it should be wet enough."
Wolff said, "Somehow, we always seem to take the gate that leads us everywhere but to Urizen.
Perhaps we should split up this time. At least some might get to our father."
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