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The Delta

Spider World, Book 04

by Colin Wilson

a.b.e-book v3.0 / Notes at EOF

Back Cover:

Mankind once ruled planet Earth, smugly ignoring the tiny creatures crawling

underfoot. Then came the cosmic catastrophe which put man at the mercy of the giant

spiders, icily intelligent conquerors armed with awesome mind powers. It's their planet

now -- but even they fear the Delta.

Somewhere in the Delta's hundreds of square miles of jungle and swamp, a power

exists that could free mankind from its merciless eight-legged masters. Psionic rebel Niall

and his band of adventurers seek the mysterious force deep within a green hell where

evolution runs wild. . . a forbidden zone of man-eating plants, vampiric forests,

murderous man-frogs, and 200-yard-long centipedes. . . a cosmic arena where an ancient

godlike being holds the secrets of Creation.

This Ace book contains the complete text of the original

edition. It has been completely reset in a typeface

designed for easy reading, and was printed from new film.

THE DELTA

An Ace Book / published by arrangement

with the author

PRINTING HISTORY

Grafton Books edition published 1987

Ace edition / February 1990

Cover art by Luis Rey.

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New York, New York 10016.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

As with the first volume, Spider World: The Tower, I owe a considerable debt of

gratitude to my friend Donald Seaman for comments and suggestions. My children Sally,

Damon and Rowan have also provided some useful guidelines. David Ellis made some

interesting and useful suggestions for the Delta section. And I should like to acknowledge

-- somewhat belatedly -- that the original idea of writing a "children's book" came from

my friend Roald Dahl, who will no doubt be appalled at the outcome of his rash

suggestion.

Cornwall, 1987

INTRODUCTION

For as long as men can remember, the earth has been dominated by giant insects,

and ruled by poisonous telepathic spiders, who breed human beings for food. The Spider

Lord Cheb is reputed to be a hundred-eyed monster tarantula who is virtually deathless.

The few humans who remain free live in underground lairs in the desert, and are

continually hunted by the death spiders, who float overhead in silken balloons, and

whose will-power probes the desert landscape like searchlight beams.

Niall and his family live in an underground lair that once belonged to a tiger

beetle. From his grandfather Jomar, Niall hears tales of the days when human beings

were masters of the earth, but finds them hard to believe. He also hears stories of the

underground city of Dira, the largest colony of "free" humans in existence, and of the

Great Delta, the area of jungle inhabited by man-eating plants and deadly insects.

When two members of the family are killed in the Delta, Niall and his father set

out across the desert for the underground city of Dira, to escort the beautiful Ingeld --

now a widow -- back to her own people. On the great plateau, they take refuge in an

immense ruined citadel, and for the first time, Niall begins to believe that men once ruled

the earth. In Dira, Niall meets his attractive cousin Dona. But it is with Princess Merlew,

daughter of King Kazak, that he falls in love. He is tempted by Kazak's offer to settle in

the underground city, until he realises that Merlew regards him as little more than a

child. Angry and disappointed, he sets out with his father on the long return journey. On

the way, they take refuge from a sandstorm in the ruins of an ancient city, and there find

a strange machine that dates from the twenty-first century. Inside it, Niall finds a

telescopic metal rod, which he can use as a spear. And it is with this rod that Niall kills a

death spider, and so brings upon his family -- and upon Kazak's underground city -- the

wrath of the Spider Lord himself. One day, he returns to the burrow to find his father

dead, and the remainder of his family kidnapped by the spiders.

He follows them, hoping to find an opportunity to free his mother and sisters, but

is himself captured by the spiders. They take him across the sea, to a great city that was

once inhabited by human beings. Now its buildings are crumbling, and vast spider webs

stretch between the skyscrapers. There he learns that human beings are less badly treated

than he supposed. The human servants of the spiders are ruled by women -- since females

are the dominant sex among spiders -- and they live in communes. Men and women are

strictly segregated. Only the slaves -- who are little more than imbeciles -- are eaten by

the spiders.

In the centre of the spider city stands the mysterious white tower, constructed by

men of old for some long-forgotten purpose. Every attempt by the spiders to penetrate its

smooth, glass-like walls has been unsuccessful. Niall witnesses the latest attempt by the

servants of the bombardier beetles -- led by the sapper Bill Doggins -- and comes close to

being blown to pieces. The tower evidently holds some important secret.

In the spider city, King Kazak has once again established himself as a leader of

men, and is collaborating with the spiders. When Niall again encounters Merlew, he

begins to believe that she may be in love with him after all. From Kazak, he learns the

horrible truth about the fate of the spider-servants, and is strongly tempted by an offer to

become the King's ally. But another glimpse into Merlew's true feelings drives him to

escape.

With the aid of the telescopic rod, he learns the secret of entering the white tower.

It is a time capsule, left there by the men of old before they left the earth in giant space

transports. And during the next few days, Niall learns the past history of the human race

from a humanoid computer called the Steegmaster. There is only one secret that the

computer refuses to divulge -- how human beings can conquer the spiders. This is

something Niall has to learn for himself.

Hunted by the spiders, he takes refuge in the slave quarter of the city. He

succeeds in becoming the overseer of a contingent of slaves, whom he leads to the city of

the bombardier beetles, known to the slaves as Crashville. Because the beetles have

always defended themselves with detonations of hot gas, they adore explosions -- the

bigger and louder, the better. Niall has arrived on Boomday, their festival of explosions,

organised by the chief explosives expert, Bill Doggins. During the festival, Niall gains an

unexpected ally in the beautiful Odina, a guard Commander who has fallen in love with

him. And, when Boomday in Crashville culminates in unforeseen disaster, Doggins also

agrees to become Niall's ally, in exchange for Niall's agreement to lead him to the

Fortress, a disused barracks in the slave quarter, where Doggins hoped to find

explosives.

He finds far more than he expected; not only explosives, but "reapers," the

deadliest weapon -- apart from the hydrogen bomb -- ever invented by man. Trapped by

the spiders, they escape back to the city of the beetles in stolen spider balloons; but

Doggins is forced to use his Reaper to destroy the army of spiders besieging the city.

Their escapade has started a war between the beetles and the spiders.

They are taken before the ruler of the beetles -- the Master -- to answer for their

insubordination. There they are confronted by the Spider Lord, speaking through the

mouth of Odina, whose brain he controls. The beetles agree to hand over Doggins for

punishment, but have their doubts about the legality of handing over Niall, a free human

being who had every right to escape. The Spider Lord, enraged at the thought that his

prey might elude him, tries to strangle Niall. In the ensuing struggle, Odina is killed. And

the beetles, incensed by this attempt at treachery, decide that Niall shall remain free. As

he tries to express his gratitude, Niall loses consciousness. . .

PART ONE

The Councils

THE FIRST TIME NIALL WOKE UP he was in agony. His throat felt as if he had

swallowed a red hot sword, and his eyes were throbbing with pain. He tried to sit up, but

a cool hand rested on his forehead and gently forced him back on to the pillow. The pain

seemed to dissolve away.

The next time he woke it was daylight, and the room was full of pale blue light.

He was lying in a wide bed, with his bare arms on the coverlet. Through the transparent

blue wall he could see a large tree with yellow flowers; it shaded the room from the

sunlight. The ceiling was covered with a pattern like rippling green leaves.

He raised his hands to his throat, and his fingers encountered a hard shell. His

neck was completely encased in a substance that looked like dried clay, held in place by

bandages. Suddenly he realised that he was naked, and that the thought mirror was longer

round his neck. He sat up in alarm, then saw that his clothes were on a chair beside the

bed, and that the thought mirror lay on top of them. Beside it lay the telescopic rod. He

sighed with relief.

The door opened, and Selima came into the room. She smiled when she saw that

he was awake.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." But his voice was unnaturally hoarse.

She laughed. "You sound like my grandfather." She sat beside him on the bed,

and placed both hands on his cheeks. He immediately felt the pleasant, cool sensation that

he had experienced in the night. The ache in his throat vanished. He asked her: "How do

you do that? Do you have something on your hands?"

"No." She showed him her palms. "It is a power that comes from my mother. Our

family has the gift of healing."

Niall felt as though he was floating down a slow stream, under green overarching

branches. He allowed himself to sink into sleep.

When he woke again, Doggins was standing by his bedside. The window was

open, and he could hear voices of children playing in the fountain. Behind Doggins stood

an old man whose sunburnt face was covered with wrinkles and lines; the penetrating

grey eyes were sunk deep in their sockets. He wore a shabby tunic of a dull green colour,

like dying moss, and was carrying a bag of the same material.

Doggins said: "This is Simeon. He's our medicine man."

Niall nodded and said hello, but his voice still sounded as if it was being strained

through dry leaves. Simeon stared at him intently with his strange grey eyes, which

seemed to contain points of light, then took his wrist. After feeling the pulse, and placing

his hand on Niall's cheek -- there was a brief, tingling sensation as he did so -- he rested

his bag on the bed, and took from it a short knife with a pointed, heavy blade. With this

he began to cut delicately at the plaster round Niall's throat; after a few long, deep

incisions, he was able to pull it apart. The air felt unpleasantly cold on the exposed skin.

The old man reached out and touched Niall's throat with his forefinger; it made Niall

wince.

Doggins asked anxiously: "What do you think?"

"He was lucky. Another inch to the right and he'd be dead." Simeon had a deep,

throaty voice that was almost a growl.

Niall tried to peer down at his own neck, but it was impossible. Doggins picked

up a hand mirror from a dressing table, and held it out. Niall was shocked at the blotchy

travesty of his face reflected in the polished steel. The eyes were bloodshot, and the

cheeks were covered with red and purple marks that looked like bruises. His throat was

circled by yellow and purple fingermarks.

He asked Doggins: "What happened to Odina?"

"We buried her this morning."

"This morning?"

"That's right. You've been here since the day before yesterday. You were in a

fever."

From his bag, Simeon took a phial of a brown liquid. "Open your mouth." Niall

obeyed, and he felt a few drops of cool liquid on his tongue. "This will burn. Close your

eyes, and try not to swallow."

As the liquid spread through his mouth, it seemed to turn to fire. It reached the

back of his throat, and the pain was intense. He closed his eyes and rested his head back

against the padded headrest. After a few moments, the pain turned into a pleasant, warm

sensation. He was unable to prevent himself from swallowing; as he did so, the warmth

soothed the bruised sensation in his windpipe. Then, suddenly, his whole body felt

relaxed. He said dreamily:

"That's a wonderful medicine."

"It's called Jackal Bane, and it comes from the Great Delta."

Niall opened his eyes. "You've been to the Great Delta?"

"Many times."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"Yes, but not now. You must rest."

They went away, leaving him alone. But although he now felt deeply relaxed, and

the pain had turned into a distant ache, he was no longer sleepy. Instead, he thought about

Odina, and allowed himself to experience the misery of losing her. When he thought of

the last kiss he had exchanged with her, as he left the house on his way to the spider city,

he felt the tears welling from his eyes; he made no attempt to stop them or to brush them

away as they ran down his cheeks. The death of his father had been a hard blow, but his

anguish had been the distress of a child who suddenly feels alone. Now he felt the

heartache of an adult who has lost someone he loves. It seemed an outrage and an affront

that anyone so beautiful should be consigned to the earth, and for the next half hour Niall

allowed himself to sink into a condition of profound melancholy and pessimism. In this

state he concluded that all life is a tragic mistake, and that the invisible powers who

control our destiny regard us with a kind of bored contempt. These reflections left him

deeply shaken, as if he had looked into an abyss. Finally, worn out with a sense of life-

weariness, he drifted into a doze.

He was awakened by Selima, who was carrying a tray. She smiled so dazzlingly

when she saw him that he found his heart lifting in response.

"You look much better."

"Do I?"

She held out the mirror, and he saw that his eyes were no longer bloodshot, and

that the haemorrhages had almost disappeared from his face. The purple bruises on his

throat had faded into a brownish-yellow.

She sat on the bed, and placed the tray on his lap. "Try this."

He tasted the thin broth, and found it delicious. To his surprise, he was able to

swallow without pain. A thick, granular brown bread, covered in pale yellow butter,

caused a twinge of agony, but the relief of his stomach was so great that he ignored it. As

he ate, the rising tide of physical satisfaction swept away the last remnants of his earlier

melancholy.

He asked Selima: "Were you frightened when the spiders surrounded the city?"

"Of course. Some of the others were not frightened because they were certain the

beetles could protect them. But I was brought up among the spiders. I knew how

dangerous they are."

"How did the beetles prevent the spiders from overrunning your city?"

She seemed surprised. "You don't know? They use will-power. I forget what it is

called, but it means that they lock their wills together into a kind of mesh."

"I understand. The spiders do the same thing. But how did the beetles know they

were going to be attacked?"

"They expected it. As soon as they learned that you had gone to the spider city to

steal explosives, they knew the spiders would come."

"And do you think they will attack again?"

She shook her head, smiling. "Oh no. Not now we have the Reapers."

"Ah, you know about the Reapers."

"Of course. Everyone knows." She took his tray. "Now you must rest again."

As she was opening the door, he asked:

"Has there been any sign of the men in the other balloons?"

"Yes. They have all returned safely. Hastur's balloon came down in the river, but

they swam ashore. And Milo brought back some children he found in the forest."

"What children?"

"Some children from the spider nursery."

He asked eagerly: "Do you know their names?"

She gave him a strange, enigmatic glance.

"Your sisters are not among them."

He gazed at her in astonishment. "How did you know about my sisters?"

Again she gave him the curious, doubtful look. Then she went out, leaving the

door open. He stared after her, wondering what was to come. There were footsteps in the

corridor, and a blue-clad girl stood in the doorway.

"Dona!"

She flung herself on to the bed and clasped her arms round his neck, giving him a

long kiss. He had forgotten the pleasant warmth of her lips, and it took his breath away.

Selima, who had returned, said with mild reproof:

"You must not excite him. He still needs a lot of rest."

"No, I promise I won't." Dona released him and sat down at the foot of the bed.

They stared at one another, smiling, hardly able to believe they were together again.

Selima said: "I will be back in a few minutes." She left the room, closing the door

quietly behind her.

Niall asked eagerly: "What has happened to my sisters?"

Her smile vanished. "They were taken away two days ago. The commander who

came for them said they were being taken to their mother."

"That was on the day of the explosion?"

"About two hours before."

The news was not entirely unexpected. Two hours before the explosion, they had

been bargaining with Kazak. His sisters were intended to be part of that bargain.

Dona reached out and touched his hand. "I am sorry."

He shrugged. "It may be for the best. If the spiders are holding them as hostages,

then they probably won't harm them." He deliberately closed his mind to the fears that

tried to invade it. "But tell me how you escaped."

"When the explosion came, I was out on the lawn with some of the children. Then

the earth began to tremble, and I thought it was an earthquake -- we had an earthquake

once in Dira, and some of the walls fell down. So I told the children to sit on the ground

and not to be afraid. But then the spiders seemed to go mad. They all began running

about in a strange way, as if they didn't understand what they were doing -- one of them

even ran into the river. Do you know why they did that?"

"Yes. The spiders are telepathic. So if one of them is hurt, the others can feel it.

They were experiencing the death agonies of the other spiders. But what happened then?"

"Then the sky became dark with black smoke, and the children began to cough.

The windows of the nursery were all broken, but no one seemed badly hurt. And then the

commanders left -- they took the boats and went back across the river. The smoke was

getting worse, and I thought we might all choke to death. So I told my children to follow

me, and we walked out. No one tried to stop us. All the streets were empty. So we walked

towards the hills."

"But where did you hope to get to?"

"I didn't care. I just wanted to escape from the spiders. So we simply went on

walking until we were out in the countryside. After a while, the children became tired and

hungry. But we found an orchard with apples and plums, and a stream, so we all rested

for an hour. Then one of the children told me that she had seen a spider balloon, and I

crept to the edge of the orchard and looked out. And I saw there were men in the balloon

-- men in yellow clothes. I knew they were the servants of the beetles. We watched the

balloon until it seemed to sink into some woodland. Then I made the children walk across

the fields until we came to the woods. We all shouted, and the three men came and found

us. They brought us back here."

"Was it a long journey to the city of the beetles?"

"Not very far, but it took a long time because we had to keep hiding from the

spiders. We saw lots of spiders in the fields, and at first we thought they were looking for

us. Then we almost walked into one of them -- it came suddenly from behind some trees -

- and it didn't even see us. I think there was something wrong with it."

"In what way?"

"It was walking as if it was dazed, or wounded. Or perhaps just very tired. . ."

The door opened, and Selima looked in.

"I think you ought to let him rest now."

"All right." She gave him a quick smile and went out. It was only then that Niall

realised how tired he felt. He tried to think about what Dona had told him, but it was

impossible to focus his mind. Yet the knowledge that she was safe filled him with a sense

of well-being; he was thinking about her as he drifted into sleep.

Then he was dreaming that he was floating above the spider city in a balloon.

There was a smell of burning in the air, and he could see smoke drifting up from the

smouldering houses in the slave quarter. The devastation there was appalling; street after

street had been levelled into rubble. The town hall square was clearly visible, with its

green lawns, but the building itself was a ruin, with only two broken walls left standing.

To the south, where the barracks had stood, there was now a wide expanse of water,

joined to the river by a broad and irregular channel. As Niall drifted over it, he could see

the bodies of spiders floating upwards in the brown water.

The balloon had crossed the river and passed within a few feet of the white tower.

Most of the buildings in this part of the city seemed to be undamaged, but the streets were

strewn with broken glass. He passed close to Kazak's palace, and leaned out of the

undercarriage, trying to see in through its windows. As he did so, he heard his mother's

voice calling his name. He cupped his hands and shouted: "I'm here! Where are you?"

Her voice called back: "Here, in the bedroom." It was so clear that she seemed to be only

a few feet away.

He woke up with a start and looked round the room, expecting to see her. It was

dusk, and the room was empty. For a moment he felt like bursting into tears of sorrow

and disappointment. Then, as he stared at the purple sky out of the window, he suddenly

became aware of her presence. As soon as he closed his eyes and focused his mind, he

could see her sitting cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom in Kazak's palace; her eyes

were also closed. Their minds made contact, and he experienced joy and relief as he

received her message that they were safe. But as he tried to send her a picture of his own

situation, his concentration wavered; his brain was still numb with sleep. The contact was

lost, and he was alone.

A few minutes later, Doggins peeped in through the door.

"Feeling better?"

"Much better, thanks."

"Well enough to attend a meeting?"

His heart sank. "Another council meeting?"

"No -- just human beings this time. But I'm going to need your support."

"My support?" The idea surprised him.

"It's our stadion -- that's a kind of civic council. I'm told they intend to try and

pass a motion of censure against me."

"Would it matter?"

"Oh yes. They could order me to destroy the Reapers."

"Wouldn't that be rather stupid?"

Before Doggins could reply, there was a tap at the door, and Selima came in,

carrying a light whose brilliance filled the room. She placed it on the table and went out.

Niall stared at it with astonishment.

"What's that?"

"A simple pressure lamp. It's a kind of family secret. My grandfather invented it

eight years ago, but we've never been allowed to use it."

"Why not?"

He shrugged with disgust. "The crawlies say it's a machine."

"How does it work?"

"This contains oil." He tapped the shining metal globe at the base of the lamp. "A

pump forces it up this tube, and it's vaporised as it strikes this ceramic mantle. Simple,

really."

Niall stared at it with fascination. It was not simply the design that intrigued him,

but his sense of being perfectly familiar with it already. Then a flash of intuition gave

him the answer. Like his ability to read, this knowledge had been implanted in his

memory by the Steegmaster. As this insight came to him, he experienced a glimpse of

many other items of knowledge that lay slumbering in the depths of his memory; for a

few seconds he experienced a bewildering sense of double-exposure, as if his identity

was suddenly in doubt.

Doggins reached into a drawer.

"Here's another item of forbidden knowledge."

He tossed a book on to the bed. Niall looked at the title: The Principles of

Electronics.

"Why forbidden?"

"Because books are forbidden. Paragraph twenty-two of the Peace Treaty: 'There

shall be no printing or circulation of books on pain of death.' So most of the books are in

museums, locked in glass cases."

"But you can read?"

"Of course. Most of us can. It's a secret we pass on from father to son. But if the

spiders found out, we'd be in trouble. Twenty years ago they discovered that one of our

people could read -- an old man of ninety -- and insisted on having him executed."

"And the beetles agreed?"

"They had no alternative -- it's in the Treaty."

Niall was turning the pages of the book, baffled by the mathematical symbols.

Doggins asked casually:

"Who taught you to read?"

It took Niall a moment to register the question. Then he looked up, startled.

"How did you know I can?"

"I could see your eyes moving. Who taught you?"

Niall grinned. "A machine."

Doggins looked at him from under lowered eyebrows.

"The same machine that gave you the food tablets?"

Niall laughed at his penetration. "That's right."

"And where is this machine?"

"In the white tower."

Doggins' eyes widened. "Are you serious?" Niall nodded. "Have you been in

there?"

"Yes."

Doggins" face had suddenly become pale.

"How did you get in?"

"With this." Niall leaned over and picked up the telescopic rod, which was lying

on top of his clothes. He pressed the button, and it expanded. He handed it to Doggins.

"Can you feel anything?"

"A kind of a tingle?" Doggins was trying to keep his voice level, but the shaking

of his hand betrayed his excitement. "Where did you find it?"

"In the desert." Niall described how they had taken shelter from the sandstorm,

and how the wind had uncovered the desert city. When he described the glittering

machine, Doggins nodded.

"That would be a Grasshopper. It was the chief mode of long distance transport at

the end of the twenty-first century." He looked at the rod in his hands. "But I've never

seen one of these before. Sorry, go on."

As Niall described how he had found himself inside the tower, Doggins'

excitement became intense; he obviously found it hard to sit still. His face lost its

paleness and became flushed. What intrigued Niall was that he seemed to be able to feel

this excitement radiating from Doggins like a physical force; he found it curiously

disturbing and tiring. It was almost a relief when, as he was describing the Steegmaster,

Doggins interrupted him.

"That proves I was right! Glorfin says we ought to be contented to stay as we are.

. ."

"Glorfin?"

"Our civic leader, head of the stadion. He says we ought to be contented to serve

the beetles and live peaceful lives. But why did the men of old store all that knowledge if

they didn't intend us to use it?"

"They did intend us to use it -- when we're ready for it."

Doggins said impatiently: "We're ready now. I've been ready all my life."

Niall shook his head. "The old man said there were some things he couldn't tell

me -- things I had to find out for myself. . ."

"What kind of things?"

"For example, how to defeat the spiders. . ."

"We already know that." Doggins was in the full flood of excitement. "What

else?"

Niall shook his head. "I can't remember. But he seemed to feel that there were

certain things I had to learn for myself. . ."

"Of course!" Doggins was now walking up and down the room, and the lamp

gave his black shadow a life of its own. "It's the same with everything -- we don't

appreciate anything we get too easily. But I've been waiting for this all my life. . ." There

was a knock at the door, and he said: "Damn!"

Selima looked into the room; she was obviously wondering what all the shouting

was about.

"The members of the stadion have arrived -- they're in the dining room."

Doggins groaned. "What a moment to interrupt us!" He made an effort of control.

"All right, tell them we'll be there in a few minutes." As Selima went out, he pulled open

a drawer. "Here, wear this." It was a yellow tunic of the beetle-servants.

Niall dressed quickly, and hung the thought mirror round his neck. As he did so,

he noticed the cord around Doggins' throat.

"What's that?"

Doggins gave him an odd, twisted grin. From inside his tunic, he pulled a thought

mirror. It was almost identical to the one Niall was wearing, except that it was silver in

colour. Suddenly, Niall understood.

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