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 camefrom. 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 thelast wave of galactic expansion. Really nothing more than gigantic metalcontainers, put together in space. After they were loaded with people,machinery and supplies, they would be towed to whatever planetary systemhad been chosen. These same tugs and one-shot rockets would brake theS. T.'s in for a landing. Then leave them there. The hull was a readysource of metal and the colonists could start right in building theirnew world. And they were _big_. All of them held at least fifty thousandpeople ..."
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 Pyrrusthan had been in the original settlement.
And human population, without rigid birth controls, usually increasedgeometrically. Jason dinAlt suddenly remembered Meta's itchy triggerfinger.
"But we can't be sure how many people were aboard this one," he saidhurriedly. "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 intoa single lump."
Meta took her anger out on the box. Her fingers managed to force a gapbetween lid and bottom. She wrenched at it. Rusty metal screeched andtore. The lid came off in her hands and a heavy book thudded to thetable.
The cover legend destroyed all doubt.
LOG OF S. T. POLLUX VICTORY. OUTWARD BOUND--SETANI TO PYRRUS. 55,000 SETTLERS ABOARD.
Meta couldn't argue now. She stood behind Jason with tight-clenchedfists and read over his shoulder as he turned the brittle, yellowedpages. He quickly skipped through the opening part that covered thesailing preparations and trip out. Only when he had reached the actuallanding did he start reading slowly. The impact of the ancient wordsleaped out at him.
"Here it is," Jason shouted. "Proof positive that we're on the righttrail. Even _you_ will have to admit that. Read it, right here."
_... Second day since the tugs left, we are completely 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 completely to their native 1.5 gravity so the two 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 completely 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 Pyrrushe's writing about ..." Her words died away as Jason wordlessly pointedto the title on the cover.
He continued scanning the pages, flipping them quickly. A sentencecaught his eye and he stopped. Jamming his finger against the place, heread aloud.
"'... And troubles keep piling up. First Har Palo with his theory thatthe vulcanism is so close to the surface that the ground keeps warm andthe crops grow so well. Even if he is right--what can we do? We must beself-dependent if we intend to survive. And now this other thing. Itseems 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 ifpossible seasonal migration might explain attacks.) There have beenfourteen deaths from wounds and poisoning. We'll have to enforce therules for insect lotion at all times. And I suppose build some kind ofperimeter defense to keep the larger beasts out of the camp.'
"This is a beginning," Jason said. "At least now we are aware of thereal nature of the battle we're engaged in. It doesn't make Pyrrus anyeasier to handle, or make the life forms less dangerous, to know thatthey were once better disposed towards mankind. All this does is pointthe way. Something took the peaceful life forms, shook them up, andturned this planet into one big deathtrap for mankind. That _something_is what I want to uncover."