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THE WIZARD OF LINN

A. E. Van Vogt

A note on the edition: The text of the story here is that of the original magazine editions first

published in Astounding Science Fiction, not the later versions which A. E. van Vogt reworked

for various novelizations.

"The Wizard of Linn" was first published in Astounding Science Fiction in a three-part serial,

April-June, 1950.

PREFACE

The Golden Age of SF is universally dated from the July 1939, issue of Astounding because that's when

"Black Destroyer," A. E. van Vogt's first SF story, appeared. Isaac Asimov's first story also appeared in

the same month but nobody—as Asimov himself admits—noticed it.

People noticed "Black Destroyer," though, and they continued to notice the many other stories that van

Vogt wrote over the following decade. With the encouragement and occasionally the direction of John

W. Campbell, Heinlein, deCamp, Hubbard, Asimov, and van Vogt together created the Golden Age of

SF.

Each of those great writers was unique. What as much as anything set van Vogt off from other SF writers

(of his day and later) was the ability to suggest vastness beyond comprehension. He worked with not

only in space and time, but with the mind.

Van Vogt knew that to describe the indescribable would have been to make it ludicrous, and that at best

description turns the inconceivable into the pedestrian. More than any other SF writer, van Vogt

succeeded in creating a sense of wonder in his readers by hinting at the shadowed immensities beyond

the walls of human perception. What we've tried to do in our selections for Transgalactic is show some

of van Vogt's skill and range; but we too can only hint at the wonders of the unglimpsed whole.

Eric Flint and Dave Drake 2005

The Wizard of Linn

In the deceptive darkness of space, the alien ship moved with only an occasional glint of reflected sunlight

to show its presence. It paused for many months to study the moons of Jupiter, and the Risscreatures

aboard neither concealed the presence of their ship, nor made a particular display of it or of themselves.

A score of times, Riss exploring parties ran into human beings. Their policy on such occasions was

invariable. They killed every human who saw them. Once, on remote Titan, the hilly nature of the terrain

with its innumerable caves enabled a man to evade the net they spread for him. That night, after he had

had ample time to reach the nearest village, an atomic bomb engulfed the entire area.

For what it was worth, the policy paid off. Despite the casual way their ship flew over towns and villages,

only the vaguest reports of the presence of a big ship were spread. And for long no one suspected that

the ship was not occupied by human beings.

Their precautions could not alter the natural order of life and death. Some hours out of Titan, a Riss

workman who was repairing a minor break in an instrument on the outer skin of the spaceship, was

struck by a meteor. By an immense coincidence, the flying object was moving in the same direction as the

ship and at approximately the same speed. The workman was killed by the blow, and swept out into

space. On Europa, the largest moon, a Riss one-man exploring craft made its automatic return to the

mother ship but without its pilot aboard. Its speedometer registered more than a thousand miles of flight,

and those who tried to follow its curving back trail found themselves over mountains so precipitous that

the search was swiftly abandoned. Surprisingly, both bodies were found, the former by meteor miners

from Europa, the latter by troops engaged in grueling maneuvers preliminary to Czinczar's invasion of

Earth. Both monstrosities were brought to the leader; and, putting together various reports he had heard,

he made an unusually accurate guess as to the origin of the strange beings.

His attack on Earth took place a few months later while the alien ship was still in the vicinity of Europa.

And his defeat at the hands of Lord Clane Linn followed. The machine from the stars continued its

unhurried voyage of exploration. It arrived on Mars less than a month after Lord Jerrin and his army

embarked for Earth, and another month went by before its presence was reported to the Linnan military

governor on Mars.

A descendant of the great Raheinl, he was a proud young man, who dismissed the first account as a tale

of simple imagination, all too common in these regions where education had fallen a victim of protracted

wars. But when the second report came in from another section, it struck him that this might be the

Martian version of the barbarian invasion. He acted swiftly and decisively.

Police spaceships and patrol craft scoured the atmosphere. And, since the alien made no effort to avoid

being seen, contact was established almost immediately. Two of the police craft were destroyed by great

flares of energy. The other ships, observing the catastrophe from a distance, withdrew hastily.

If the Riss noticed that they were now in a more highly mechanized part of the solar system, they did not

by their actions let it disturb them. If they guessed that in these regions their action meant war, they

seemed equally unaware of that.

The governor dispatched a warning to Earth, and then set about organizing his forces. For two weeks his

patrol craft did nothing but watch, and the picture that came through was very satisfactory to the grim

young man. The enemy, it appeared, was sending out exploring parties in small ships. It was these, on the

fifteenth day, that the human-manned ships attacked in swarms.

The technique of assault had been very carefully worked out. In every case an attempt was made to ram

the Riss craft. Four of the attacks were successful. The smashed "lift" boats glittered in the dull afternoon

light as they fell to the flat earth below. Swiftly, spaceships darted down, drew the fallen machines

aboard, and hastily took off for widely separated landing fields.

It was a major victory, greater even than was immediately suspected. The enemy reacted the following

morning. The city of Gadre blew up in a colossal explosion that sent a mushroom of smoke billowing up

to obscure the atmosphere for a hundred miles.

The ferocity of the counterattack ended the war on Mars. The alien was left strictly alone thereafter. The

youthful Raheinl, stunned by the violence of the response, ordered the evacuation of the larger cities, and

dispatched another of a long series of warning reports to Earth. He also sent along for examination the

two largest and least damaged of the enemy small craft which he had captured.

It was about a month later that he ceased to receive reports of the ship's presence inside the Martian

atmosphere. He concluded that it had departed for Earth, and made out his final report on that basis. He

was relieved.

The problem would now be faced by those who were in the best position to know if it could be handled

at all.

Jerrin put down the first report from Mars as his wife Lilidel entered the room. He rose to his feet, and

gravely assisted her and the babe-in-arms she carried—their seventh child—to a chair. Then, uneasily, he

returned to his own chair. He had an idea that he was going to hear more about a certain person.

Lilidel began at once. And, as he had expected, it was about his brother, Clane. He listened politely, with

a sense of dissatisfaction in her, a feeling of exasperation that came to him whenever she tried to influence

his judgment for emotional reasons. When she had gone on for several minutes, he interposed gently:

"My dear, if Clane had wanted to seize control, he had two whole months between the end of the

barbarian war and my return."

She waited respectfully while he spoke. Lilidel—he had to confess it—was a remarkable wife. Dutiful,

good, gracious, discreet, and with an unblemished past, she was, as she had pointed out many times, a

model among the women of noble birth.

Jerrin could not help wondering at times what it was about her that annoyed him. It made him unhappy

that he had to have thoughts like that. Because, considered in individual segments, her character was

perfect. And yet, the woman-as-a-whole irritated him at times to the point of distraction. Once more, he

spoke:

"We have to recognize that Clane conducted the barbarian invasion campaign with remarkable skill. I still

don't quite see how it was done."

He realized immediately that he had said the wrong thing. It was a mistake, according to Lilidel, to be too

generous with appreciation for the merits of other men. Clane had only performed his duty. There was no

reason why he should not retreat now into private life, and restrict his ambition for the good of the family

and of the state.

Jerrin listened unhappily. He was seriously dissatisfied with the way he had acted towards his brother's

victory. At the very least, a Triumph should have been offered Clane. And yet, his advisers in the

Patronate had persuaded him that such recognition would be highly dangerous.

When he spoke again, his reply seemed to be a direct answer to Lilidel. Actually, it was partly a

defensive reaction to all the people who had held down his natural impulse to give credit where it was

due. He said:

"My dear, if some of the things I've heard about Clane are true, then he could seize control of the

government at any time. And I should like to point out one more thing: The idea that the Lord

Advisership is now a rightful property of my branch of the family is an illusion. We may hold it, but power

slips from a person's grasp even as he thinks he has it firmly gripped. I have here"—he picked up the

report from Mars—"a most disturbing message from General Raheinl—"

He was not allowed to change the subject as easily as that. It seemed that if he did not have any ambition

for himself, at least he could think of his own offspring. It appeared that it was up to him to insure that his

eldest son was confirmed in the succession. Young Calaj was now seventeen years of age, and the plan

for him should be made clear at an early date. Jerrin cut her off at last.

"I've been intending to tell you. I have to make a tour of inspection in the provinces, and I am scheduled

to leave this afternoon. We'd better postpone this discussion till I return."

Lilidel put in a final word on the subject of how fortunate he was to have a wife who accepted his ever

more frequent absences with a heavy but understanding heart.

Somebody said, "Look!"

There was so much amazement and wonder in the word that Lord Jerrin whirled involuntarily. All around

him, men were craning their necks, staring up at the sky.

He turned his gaze to follow that collective stare. And he felt a flame-like shock. The ship up there was

enormous beyond all his previous experience. He guessed, from his detailed knowledge of the limitations

of spaceship construction on Earth, that it was not of the solar system. His mind flashed back to the

messages that had come from his military governor on Mars. For a moment then a feeling of imminent

disaster seized him.

His courage flooded back with a rush. He estimated that the stranger was a third of a mile in length. His

sharp eyes picked out, and noted for future reference, details of construction dissimilar to anything he had

ever seen before. As he watched, the great machine floated by silently. It seemed to be about three miles

above the ground, and its speed could not have been very great, because after a minute it was still visible

in the distance. It disappeared finally beyond the mists of the eastern horizon.

Before it was out of sight, Jerrin was giving his orders. He had still to receive the message about the

destruction of the Martian city Gadre, but he was more cautious than Raheinl had been. The fleet of

spaceships and smaller craft which he sent after the stranger had strict orders to keep at a distance.

The preliminary defensive measures taken, Lord Jerrin returned to the City of Linn, and settled down to

await reports. By morning, half a dozen messages had arrived, but they added nothing of importance to

what he had personally observed. What did count was the arrival about noon of a letter from Lord

Clane.

* * *

Your Excellency:

I earnestly urge that you order the evacuation from the large cities of all forces and equipment

necessary to the defense of the realm.

It is vital that this ship from another sun be destroyed. There is some reason to believe that those

aboard are descendants of the same beings who destroyed the legendary civilization of Earth. Riss

they were called.

I request that there be a meeting between us as soon as possible. I have a number of valuable

suggestions to make concerning the tactics to be employed against the enemy.

Clane

* * *

Jerrin read the note several times, and tried to picture the details of the evacuation that his brother was

recommending. Considered in its practical details, the enterprise seemed so vast that he put the letter

aside angrily. Later he bethought himself, and sent a reply.

* * *

Most Excellent Brother:

All necessary and practicable precautions are being taken. I shall be most happy to have a visit

from you at any time.

Jerrin,

Lord Adviser of Linn

* * *

When that had been sent off, he wondered for the first time how Clane had learned so quickly of the

interstellar ship. It seemed farfetched that he also could have seen it personally. The incident was merely

one more confirmation of his suspicions that there were supporters of Clane in every branch of the

service including, apparently, his own staff.

By evening, when the reports about the ship were coming in steadily, the bitterness of his feeling against

his mutation brother yielded to the need for a careful study of the mountain pile of evidence.

* * *

Now, the alien ship was crossing the ocean. Then it was over the mountains. Next, it stopped for an hour

above the city of Goram. A hundred small craft emerged from it, and spent the daylight hours exploring

the nearby hills.

In spite of Jerrin's orders that none of the visitor's "lift" boats be interfered with, two incidents occurred.

They took place at widely separated points, but were similar in outcome. Both resulted from Earth patrol

boats venturing within a mile of one of the small enemy vessels.

Observers reported flashes of blue fire. The Earth craft burst into flame and crashed, killing their

occupants.

The news, when it reached him, shook Jerrin. But it confirmed him in a plan that had been growing on

him. He had been waiting to hear from Mars the outcome of Raheinl's plan. (He took it for granted that

the ship which had come to Earth was the same one that had been on Mars. And that it had merely made

the journey from the fourth planet to the third one more swiftly than the spaceship which undoubtedly was

bringing the report of the Martian governor.) But now it seemed to him the answer was clear.

The alien had come from another star. Soon, it would go back home. Therefore, since those aboard

were making no attempt to communicate with him, they should be allowed to carry on as they pleased.

Meanwhile, the Linnan fleet would strengthen its defenses, and be ready for a crisis. When he

communicated these instructions to his chief of staff, the officer stroked his mustache, and said finally:

"What do you mean—strengthen our defenses? In what way? Have more spears and arrows

manufactured?"

Jerrin hesitated. Put in that way, his plan sounded blurred. He said at last, "Be alert. Be ready for

sacrifices."

He didn't know what he meant by that, either.

The second day went by while his sense of inadequacy grew. The following morning the officer in charge

of the men and women watching Lord Clane and his chief supporters reported that the mutation was

moving all his equipment out of his residence in the city of Linn.

Jerrin considered that in a gathering anger. It was exactly the kind of incident that could start a panic, if it

became known. He was still seething when a second note arrived from his brother.

* * *

Dear Jerrin:

I have received the news of the Martian disaster, and I urge you to order the evacuation of Linn

and other cities. I tell you, sir, this ship must be destroyed before it leaves Earth.

Clane

* * *

It was a sharp letter. Its curtness brought the color flooding to Jerrin's lean, tanned cheeks. And for more

than a minute the tone, and not the contents, absorbed his full attention. Then he thought, "Martian

disaster!"

Holding himself calm, he sent a courier to the field where the official ships from Mars always landed. The

courier returned empty-handed.

"No ship has arrived from Mars for more than a week, your excellency."

Jerrin paced the floor of the palace reception room. He was amazed, and concerned to realize that he

believed that Clane had received information which the government did not have. He recognized that the

mutation had revealed a personal secret in letting him know by this indirect method that he had a faster

means of communication with the planets. The willingness to let that secret out seemed significant now.

And yet, he could not make up his mind to accept all the implications in good faith.

He was still worrying about it when Lilidel came in. As usual, she brought one of the children with her.

* * *

Jerrin studied her absently as she talked. She was no longer the great beauty he had married, though her

remarkably even features remained almost unchanged from the day he had first met her.

Not her face, but her body showed the marks of the years that had gone by, and the children she had

borne. Jerrin was not unreasonably critical. He only wished his wife's character had altered as little as her

body. He said presently, patiently:

"I want to make one thing clear. A man who cannot protect the empire cannot hold his office. I suggest

that you cease worrying about the succession of our Calaj, and seriously consider the desperate position

we are in as a result of the presence of this strange ship."

Quickly, he told her of the messages he had received from Clane.

When he had finished, the woman was pale.

"This is what I feared," she said in a tensed voice. "I knew he had a scheme afoot."

The egocentricity of the remark startled him. He pointed out that Clane could hardly be considered

responsible for the appearance of the ship. Lilidel brushed the explanation aside.

"What reason he uses doesn't matter," she said impatiently. "When a man has a purpose, any reason is

good."

She was going on in the same vein when Jerrin cut her off. "Are you insane?" he said violently. "Let me

inform you, madam, that I will not tolerate such nonsense in my presence. If you wish to chatter about

Clane's conspiracies against the state, please don't do it to me." His anger aroused by her illogicalness, he

forgot for the moment his own suspicions of Clane.

Lilidel stared at him with hurt eyes. "You've never talked to me like this before," she sniffled. She

clutched the little girl tightly against her, as if to protect herself from further thrusts.

The action also served to call attention to the presence of the child. There was a pattern to the movement

that abruptly pulled Jerrin back along the years, to all the other occasions when she had brought one of

their children whenever she came to him with a complaint or a request. Or a request. The shock of the

thought that came was terrific. He had always been proud of the fact that Lilidel, unlike the scheming

consorts of rulers of other days, had never used her relationship with him for private purposes.

Now, he had a flashing picture of the thousands of times she had come to him to forward the interests of

some individual. She had suggested appointments to positions of varying importance, all the way up to

governorships. In her quiet way she had promoted a fantastic number of decrees, orders, and laws, only

a fraction of which could possibly have originated in her own mind.

He saw her, suddenly, as the spokesman for a group that had been ruling the provinces he commanded

by taking advantage of his preoccupation with military affairs. Through him they had set up a vast

organization subservient to their interests. And it was they who wanted to turn him against Clane.

The extent of the betrayal sobered him. It was hard to believe that Lilidel could be aware of the

implications of what she had done and was doing. It was easier to believe that her character, too, had

been analyzed by clever men, and that she was being used. Unquestionably, however, she must be

playing the game consciously as far as she understood it. He did not doubt that she loved her children.

The problem was too great to be acted on immediately. Jerrin said quietly: "Please leave me. I have no

desire to talk to you harshly. You caught me at a bad moment."

When she had gone, he stood for a long time undecided, his mind again on Clane's message. At last he

thought: The truth is, I have no solution to the problem of the invading ship. It's time to find out if

Clane has.

His message to his brother was brief and to the point: "Let us meet. Name date, place and conditions."

Clane's reply was, "Will you order the evacuation of all large cities immediately? And then will you come

if I send a ship for you?"

"Yes," Jerrin answered back.

There was no sign of Clane when the Lord Adviser's party arrived at the spaceship. Jerrin accepted the

implication of that with a grim smile, but there were murmurs of annoyance from his staff. The tension

ended as an officer in general's uniform came hurrying down the gangplank. He came up quickly, saluted,

and stood at attention, waiting for permission to speak. Jerrin gave it. The man said quickly,

apologetically:

"Your excellency, Lord Clane sends his sincere regrets that he was unable to complete certain

preliminaries. We are to pick him up at his estate, and he will wait upon you the moment he comes

aboard."

Jerrin was mollified. He was no stickler for rules, but he did not have to be told that people who

deliberately broke them were expressing unspoken purposes and thoughts, which, on the government

level, could mean open rebellion. He was glad that Clane had chosen this way to express his purposes.

He was fulfilling the minimum of amenities.

Jerrin was not so indelicate as to inquire the nature of the "preliminaries" that had caused the delay. He

took it for granted that they existed only in the imagination.

From a porthole of his apartment, a few minutes later, he watched the land recede below, and it was then

that his first alarm came, the first realization that perhaps he had been hasty in risking himself aboard this

ship without a large guardian fleet. It seemed hard to believe that his brother would risk a major civil war,

and yet such things had happened before.

He could not bring himself to admit openly that he might have walked into a trap, so he did not inform the

officers of his party of his suspicions.

He began to feel better when the ship started its descent towards Clane's estate landing field. Later, as he

watched his brother coming across the field, the anxiety faded even more. He grew curious as he saw

that the men behind Clane were carrying an elongated, trough-like metal object. There was something in

the trough that shone, and it seemed to be moving back and forth in a very slow fashion. It was out of his

line of vision before he could decide what it was. It looked like a glass ball.

In a short time the ship was in the air again, and presently an officer arrived with Clane's request for an

audience. Jerrin granted the request at once. He was puzzled. Just where was this ship heading?

He had been sitting down; but as Clane entered he rose to his feet. The apartment was ideally

constructed for a man of rank to receive homage from lesser mortals. From the anteroom, where the

entrance was, three steps led up to the larger reception room beyond. At the top of these steps, as if it

was a throne dais, Jerrin waited. With narrowed eyes and pursed lips, he watched his brother come

toward him.

He had noticed from the porthole that Clane, as usual, wore temple clothing. Now, he had a moment to

observe the effect in greater detail. Even in those spare surroundings, he looked drab and unassuming. In

that room, with its dozen staff officers in their blue and silver uniforms, he seemed so terribly out of place

that, suddenly, the older man could not believe that here was a threat to his own position.

The rigid hostility went out of Jerrin's body. A wave of pity and understanding swept over him. He knew

only too well how carefully that clothing covered the other's mutated shoulders and arms and chest.

I remember, he thought, when I was one of a gang of kids that used to strip him and jeer at him.

That was long ago now, more than twenty years. But the memory brought a feeling of guilt. His

uncertainty ended. With an impulsive friendliness, he strode down the steps and put his great, strong arms

around Clane's slim body.

"Dear brother," he said, "I am glad to see you."

He stepped back after a moment, feeling much better, less cynical, and very much more convinced that

this delicate brother of his would never compete with him for power. He spoke again:

"May I inquire where we are heading?"

Clane smiled. His face was fuller than it had been the last time Jerrin had seen him. Some of the angelic

womanlike quality of it was yielding to a firmer, more masculine appearance. Even the smile was assured,

but just for a moment it gave him the appearance of being beautiful rather than handsome. He was

thirty-three years old, but there was still no sign that he had ever shaved.

He said now: "According to my latest reports, the invader is at present 'lying to' over a chain of mountains

about a hundred miles from here. I want you to witness an attack I am planning to make against the ship."

It took all the rest of the journey for the full import of that to penetrate.

* * *

At no time did Jerrin clearly realize what was happening. He stood on the ground, and watched Clane

examine the enemy ship, which was about three miles distant, a shape in the mist. Clane came over to him

finally, and said in a troubled voice:

"Our problem is the possibility of failure."

Jerrin said nothing.

Clane continued, "If my use of the Temple metals fails to destroy the ship, then they may take counter

action."

The reference to the god metals irritated Jerrin. His own feeling about the Temples, and of the religion

they taught, was from the viewpoint of a soldier. The ideas involved were useful in promoting discipline

among the rank and file. He had no sense of cynicism about it. He had never given thought to religion of

itself. Now, he felt a kind of pressure on him. He could not escape the conviction that Clane and the

others took it for granted that there was something in the religion. He had heard vague accounts of

Clane's activities in the past, but in his austere and active existence, with each day devoted to an immense

total of administrative tasks, there had never been time to consider the obscure tales of magic that

occasionally came his way. He felt uneasy now, for he regarded these things as of a kind with other

superstitions that he had heard.

Apparently, he was about to be given an exhibition of these hitherto concealed powers, and he felt

disturbed. I never should, he thought, have allowed myself to become involved with these

metaphysicians.

He waited unhappily.

Clane was eying him thoughtfully. "I want you to witness this," he said. "Because on the basis of it, I hope

to have your support of a major attack."

Jerrin said quickly, "You expect this attack to fail?"

Clane nodded. "I have no weapons better than those that were available during the Golden Age. And if

the best weapons of that great scientific era were unable to stave off the destruction that our ancestors

barely survived, then I don't see how we can be successful with odds and ends of their science."

He added, "I have an idea that the enemy ship is constructed of materials in which no pattern of

destruction can be established."

The meaning of that shocked Jerrin. "Am I to understand that this first attack is being undertaken with the

purpose of convincing me to support a second attack? And that it is this second attack you are building

your hopes on?"

Clane hesitated, then nodded. "Yes," he said.

"What is the nature of your second plan?" Jerrin asked.

He grew pale as Clane outlined it. "You want us to risk the fleet merely as a support?"

Clane said simply, "What else is it good for?"

Jerrin was trembling, but he held his voice calm. "The role you have in mind for yourself to some extent

shows how seriously you regard this matter. But, brother, you are asking me to risk the state. If you fail,

they'll destroy cities."

Clane said, "The ship cannot be allowed to return home."

"Why not? It seems the simplest solution. They'll leave sooner or later."

Clane was tense. "Something happened," he said. "It was not a completely successful war for them

thousands of years ago. They were driven off then, apparently not aware that they had caused irreparable

damage to the solar system by destroying all its cities. If this ship gets back now, and reports that we are

virtually helpless, they'll return in force."

"But why?" said Jerrin. "Why should they bother us?"

"Land."

The blood rushed to Jerrin's face, and he had a vision then of the fight that had taken place long ago. The

desperate, deadly, merciless war of two races, utterly alien to each other, one seeking to seize, the other

to hold, a planetary system. The picture was sufficient. He felt himself stiffening to the hard necessities.

He straightened.

"Very well," he said in a ringing voice, "I wish to see this experiment. Proceed."

* * *

The metal case with the silvery ball rolling back and forth in it was brought to the center of the glade. It

was the object Jerrin had watched them bring aboard at Clane's estate. He walked over to it, and stood

looking down at it.

The ball rolled sedately first to one end, and then back again to the other. Its movement seemed without

meaning. Jerrin put his hand down, glanced up to see if Clane objected to his action; and when Clane

merely stood watching him, lowered his finger gingerly into the path of that glistening sphere.

He expected it to be shoved out of the way by a solid metal weight.

The ball rolled through it.

Into it, through it, beyond it. There was no feeling at all, no sensation of substance. It was as if he had

held his hand in empty air.

Repelled by its alienness, Jerrin drew back. "What is it?" he said with distaste.

The faintest of smiles came into Clane's face. "You're asking the wrong type of question," he said.

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