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Arthur C. Clarke
A Fall of Moondust
Chapter 2
Ahead of “Selene”, the horizon was no longer a perfect,
unbroken arc; a jagged line of mountains had risen above the edge of the Moon.
As the cruiser raced toward them, they seemed to climb slowly up the sky, as if
lifted upon some gigantic elevator.
"The Mountains of Inaccessibility," announced Miss
Wilkins. "So called because they're entirely surrounded by the Sea. You'll
notice, too, that they're much steeper than most lunar mountains."
She did not labor this, since it was an unfortunate fact
that the majority of lunar peaks were a severe disappointment. The huge craters
which looked so impressive on photographs taken from Earth turned out upon
close inspection to be gently rolling hills, their relief grossly exaggerated
by the shadows they cast at dawn and sunset. There was not a single lunar
crater whose ramparts soared as abruptly as the streets of San Francisco, and
there were very few that could provide a serious ohstacle to a determined
cyclist. No one would have guessed this, however, from the publications of the
Tourist Commission, which featured only the most spectacular cliffs and
canyons, photographed from carefully chosen vantage points.
"They've never been thoroughly explored, even
now," Miss Wilkins continued. "Last year we took a party of
geologists there, and landed them on that promontory but they were only able to
go a few kilometers into the interior. So there may be “anything” up in those
hills; we simply don't know."
Good for Sue, Pat told himself; she was a first-rate guide,
and knew what to leave to the imagination and what to explain in detail. She
had an easy relaxed tone, with no trace of that fatal singsong that was the
occupational disease of so many professional guides. And she had mastered her
subject thoroughly; it was very rare for her to be asked a question that she
could not answer. Altogether, she was a formidable young lady, and though she
often figured in Pat's erotic reveries, he was secretly a little afraid of her.
The passengers stared with fascinated wonder at the
approaching peaks. On the still-mysterious Moon, here was a deeper mystery.
Rising like an island out of the strange sea that guarded them, the Mountains
of Inaccessibility remained a challenge for the next generation of explorers.
Despite their name, it was now easy enough to reach them--but with millions of
square kilometers of less difficult territory still unexamined, they would have
to wait their turn.
“Selene” was swinging into their shadows; before anyone had
realized what was happening, the low-hanging Earth had been eclipsed. Its
brilliant light still played upon the peaks far overhead, but down here all was
utter darkness.
"I'll turn off the cabin lights," said the
stewardess, "so you can get a better view."
As the dim red background illumination vanished, each
traveler felt he was alone in the lunar night. Even the reflected radiance of
Earth on those high peaks was disappearing as the cruiser raced farther into
shadow. Within minutes, only the stars were left--cold, steady points of light
in a blackness so complete that the mind rebelled against it.
It was hard to recognize the familiar constellations among
this multitude of stars. The eye became entangled in patterns never seen from
Earth, and lost itself in a glittering maze of clusters and nebulae. In all
that resplendent panorama, there was only one unmistakable landmark--the
dazzling beacon of Venus, far outshining all other heavenly bodies, heralding
the approach of dawn.
It was several minutes before the travelers realized that
not all the wonder lay in the sky. Behind the speeding cruiser stretched a
long, phosphorescent wake, as if a magic finger had traced a line of light across
the Moon's dark and dusty face. “Selene” was drawing a comet tail behind her,
as surely as any ship plowing its way through the tropical oceans of Earth.
Yet there were no microorganisms here, lighting this dead
sea with their tiny lamps. Only countless grains of dust, sparking one against
the other as the static discharges caused by “Selene's” swift passage
neutralized themselves. Even when one knew the explanation, it was still
beautiful to watch--to look back into the night and to see this luminous,
electric ribbon continually renewed, continually dying away, as if the Milky
Way itself were reflected in the lunar surface.
The shining wake was lost in the glare as Pat switched on
the seaichlight. Ominously close at hand, a great wall of rock was sliding
past. At this point the face of the mountain rose almost sheer from the
surrounding sea of dust; it towered overhead to unknown heights, for only where
the racing oval of light fell upon it did it appear to flash suddenly into real
existence.
Here were mountains against which the Himalayas, the
Rockies, the Alps were newborn babies. On Earth, the forces of erosion began to
tear at all mountains as soon as they were formed, so that after a few million
years they were mere ghosts of their former selves. But the Moon knew neither
wind nor rain; there was nothing here to wear away the rocks except the
immeasurably slow flaking of the dust as their surface layers contracted in the
chill of night. These mountains were as old as the world that had given them birth.
