With a single movement I rose and stepped into the opening. . . .
Oh, the agonizing, excruciating torment of that transition! Every nerve, tissue and fiber flamed and froze simultaneously. My brain seethed like a superheated cauldron. My blood turned to corrosive, searing acid. Tears suffused my aching eyes. I choked, unable to utter the groans my sufferings constrained me to emit. . . .
Had I landed in Hell? It certainly seemed so!. . . Then abruptly it was all over. I was still I, yet vastly different. I was free—and with senses above the dull senses of Earth, with power beyond Earth's muscular strength. I realized that I was in a different realm where the Laws were strange to me, and that I must be careful lest I be caught in some trap from whence escape might not be so easily achieved. But where, I wondered, was the Being who had dared me?. . .
"Here!"
"But—you "seem not the same. . . there was a vague, misty, red haze—now you are distinct. . . ."
"Many high-speed light-waves formed a veil through which earthly eyes can not see clearly."
"Hence—the agony during transition?"
"Precisely! The vibrations altered your atomic structure. But you are still your true self."
"Perhaps," I assented. "But who are you, and why did you make it possible for me to come?"
"I am Zarf; and your subjects need you, to say naught of"
We were interrupted by a most discordant howling, and abruptly some two dozen hideous dwarfs surrounded us. They bore long straight swords, were clad in iridescent scale armor, stood about five feet in height, and had the ugliest faces I ever saw.
"King Karan of Octolan—and the commander of his bodyguard, Zarf!" Their voices were shrill with maniacal glee. Evidently they considered our capture a big event.
I did not like their looks. I did not approve of their air of insolent triumph. Back on Earth I had lost all material ambitions, but suddenly I regained one, and proceeded to realize it.
With all my new strength, I drove my clenched right fist into the face of a particularly burly dwarf standing about two feet away. His head snapped back, he went limp; I snatched his sword from him and set to work. Once and again I struck, caught the true balance of the weapon and saw a head leave its body—shouted:
"A sword for you, Zarf!"
Before the blade touched ground he caught it, then set his back against mine. . . . A wild delight filled me, yet through it I felt a vague wonder—where had I learned swordsmanship? For never on Earth had I held one in my hand!
Those dwarfs fought like fiends from Hell. More than once I felt the
