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af as well。 Jason explained again what he searched for。 Poli nodded and printed his answer on a tablet。
there are many old books…in the storerooms below
Most of the building was taken up by the robot filing and sorting apparatus。 They moved slowly through the banks of machinery； following the crippled librarian to a barred door in the rear。 He pointed to it。
；~
While Jason and Meta fought to open the age…encrusted bars； he wrote another note on his tablet。
not opened for many years。 rats
Jason and Meta's guns appeared reflexively in their hands as they read the message。 Jason finished opening the door by himself。 The two native Pytrans stood facing the opening gap。 It was well they did。 Jason could never have handled what came through that door。
He didn't even open it for himself。 Their sounds at the door must have attracted all the vermin in the lower part of the building。 Jason had thrown the last bolt and was starting to pull on the handle…when the door was pushed open from the other side。
Open the gateway to hell and see what es out。 Meta and Poll stood shoulder to shoulder firing into the mass of loathsomeness that boiled through the door。 Jason jumped to one side and picked off the occasional animal that came his way。 The destruction seemed to go on forever。
Long minutes passed before the last clawed beast made its death rush。 Meta and Poli waited expectantly for more； they were happily excited by this chance to deal destruction。 Jason felt a little sick after the silent ferocious attack。 A ferocity that the Pyrrans reflected。 He saw a scratch on Meta's face where one of the beasts had caught her。 She seemed oblivious to it。
Pulling out his medikit； Jason circled the piled bodies。 Something stirred in their midst and a crashing shot plowed into it。 Then he reached the girl and pushed the analyzer probes against the scratch。 The machine clicked and Meta jumped as the antitoxin needle stabbed down。 She realized for the first time what Jason was doing。
〃Thank you。 I didn't notice；〃 she said。 〃There were so many of them and they came out so fast。〃
Poli had a powerful battery lamp and； by unspoken agreement； Jason carried it。 Crippled though he was； the old man was still a Pyrran when it came to handling a gun。 They slowly made their way down the refuse…laden stairs。
〃What a stench！〃 Jason grimaced。 〃'Without these filter plugs in my nose； I think the smell alone would kill me。〃
Something hurled itself into the beam of light and a shot stopped it in midair。 The rats had been there a long time and resented the intrusion。
At the foot of the stairs they looked around。 There had been books and records there at one time。 They had been systematically chewed； eaten and destroyed for decades。
〃I like the care you take with your old books；〃 Jason said disgustedly。 〃Remind me not to loan you any。〃
〃They could have been of no importance；〃 Meta said coolly； 〃or they would be filed correctly in the library upstairs。〃
Jason wandered gloomily through the rooms。 Nothing remained of any value。 Fragments and scraps of writing and printing。 Never enough in one spot to bother collecting。 With the toe of one armored boot； he kicked angrily at a pile of debris； ready to give up the search。 There was a glint of rusty metal under the dirt。
〃Hold this！〃 He gave the light to Mete and； forgetting the danger for a moment； began scratching aside the rubble。 A flat metal box with a dial lock built into it was revealed。
〃Why that's a log box！〃 Mete said； surprised。
〃That's what I thought；〃 Jason said。 〃And if it is…we may be in luck after all。〃
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Resealing the cellar； they carried the box back to Jason's new office。 Only after spraying with decontaminant did they examine it closely。 Meta picked out engraved letters on the lid。
〃S。T。 POLLUX VICTORY…that must be the name of the spacer this log came from。 But I don't recognize the class； or whatever it is the initials S。T。 stand for。〃
〃Stellar Transport；〃 Jason told her； as he tried the lock mechanism。 〃I've heard of them but I've never seen one。 They were built during the last wave of galactic expansion。 Really nothing more than gigantic metal containers； put together in space。 After they were loaded with people； machinery and supplies； they would be towed to whatever planetary system had been chosen。 These same tugs and one…shot rockets would brake the S。T。's in for a landing。 Then leave them there。 The hull was a ready source of metal and the colonists could start right in building their new world。 And they were big。 All of them held at least fifty thousand people。〃
Only after he said it； did he realize the significance of his words。 Meta's deadly stare drove it home。 There were now less people on Pyrrus than had been in the original settlement。
And human population； without rigid birth controls； usually increased geometrically。 Jason remembered Mete's itchy trigger finger。
〃But we can't be sure how many people were aboard this one；〃 he said hurriedly。 〃Or even if this is the log of the ship that settled Pyrrus。 Can you find something to pry this open … with？ The lock is corroded into a single lump。〃
Meta took her anger out on the box。 Her fingers managed to force a gap between lid and bottom。 She wrenched at it。 Rusty metal screeched and tore。 The lid came off in her hands and a heavy book thudded to the table。
The cover legend destroyed all doubt。
LOG OF S。T。 POLLUX VICTORY。 OUTWARD BOUND… SETANI TO PYRRUS。 55；000 SETfLERS ABOARD。
Meta couldn't argue now。 She stood behind Jason with tight…clenched fists and read over his shoulder as he turned the brittle； yellowed pages。 He quickly skipped through the opening part that covered the sailing preparations and trip out。 Only when he had reacled the actual land… ing did he start reading slowly。 The impact of the ancient words leaped out at him。
〃Here it is！〃 Jason shouted。 〃Proof positive that we're on the right trail。 Even you will have to admit that。 Read it； right here。〃
second day since the tugs left； we are pletely on our own now。 The settlers still haven't grown used to this planet； though we have orientation talks every night。 As well as the morale agents who I have working twenty hours a day。 I suppose I really can't blame the people； they all lived in the underways of Setani and I doubt if they saw the sun once a year。 This planet has weather with a vengeance； worse than anything I've seen on a hundred other planets。 Was I wrong during the original planning stages not to insist on settlers from one of the agrarian worlds？ People who could handle the outdoors。 These citified Setanians are afraid to go out in the rain。 But of course they have adapted pletely to their native 1。5 gravity so the z gee here doesn't bother them much。 That was the factor that decided us。 Anyway； too late now to do anything about it。 Or about the unending cycle of rain； snow； hail； hurricanes and such。 Answer will be to start the mines going； sell the metals and build pletely enclosed cities。
The only thing on this forsaken planet that isn't actually against us are the animals。 A few large predators at first； but the guards made short work of them。 The rest of the wild life leaves us alone。 Glad of that！ They have been fighting for existence so long that I have never seen a more deadly looking collection。 Even the little rodents no bigger than a man's hand are armored like tanks。 。
〃I don't believe a word of it；〃 Meta broke in。 〃That can't be Pyrrus he's writing about。 。 。 。〃 Her words died away as Jason wordlessly pointed to the title on the cover。
He continued scanning the pages； flipping them quickly。 A sentence caught his eye and he stopped。 Jamming his finger against the place； he read aloud。
and troubles keep piling up。 First Har Palo with his theory that the vulcanism is so close to the surface that the ground keeps warm； and the crops grow so well。 Even if he is right…what can we do？ We must be self…dependent if we intend to survive。 And now this other thing。 It seems that the forest fire drove a lot of new species our way。 Animals； insects and even birds have attacked the people。 （Note for Har： check if possible seasonal migration might explain attacks。）
There have been fourteen deaths from wounds and poisoning。 We'll have to enforce the rules for insect lotion at all times。 And； I suppose； build some kind of perimeter defense to keep the larger beasts out of the camp。〃
〃This is a beginning；〃 Jason said。 〃At least now we are aware of the real nature of the battle we're engaged in。 It doesn't make Pyrrus any easier to handle； or make the life forms less dangerous； to know that they were once better disposed toward mankind。 All this does is point the way。 Something took the peaceful life forms； shook them up； and turned this planet into one big deathtrap for mankind。 That something is what I want to uncover。〃
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Further reading of the log produced no new evidence。 There was a good deal more information about the early animal and plant life and how deadly they were； as well as the first defenses against them。 Interesting historically； but of no use whatsoever in countering the menace。 The captain apparently never