Kuru stood his ground bravely as the ship
           flamed down from the sky. Truly this was a great
           and terrible moment. He must warn his people to--

                         Beware The Star Gods

                            By S. J. Byrne

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
              Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
                               June 1954
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


Kuru paused, his stone knife poised above the half-skinned kill. He
listened, at the same time twitching his sensitive nostrils in an
effort to read the messages of the wind. But there was nothing in the
air for his nose to read. Rather, it was sound that gave him warning.

He stood up and looked through the trees at the small valley beyond the
ridge on which he stood. He could hear the raucous cry of birds and the
tree people.

Kuru wanted very much to run to his people, but if he should do so what
would he tell them? That he was running from that which he had not even
looked upon with his own eyes? That Kuru ran from the cry of birds and
tree people?

Now the tree people saw him and they paused in their flight,
concentrating their numbers in the trees over his head, looking down
at him and chattering and gesticulating with their busy little furry
arms. He was aware that they recognized him as a hunter and the enemy
of the murder-beast, and he was proud, knowing that they were appealing
to him now in the face of this new and greater enemy, whatever it was.
He could see that they were pointing at the sky.

The sky! Only the gods lived in the sky! He felt the hair along the
base of his neck stand out stiffly.

_Something great and terrible was coming out of the sky!_

       *       *       *       *       *

The thing was long and rounded and shone brightly like the stars. It
sparkled in the blue-white light of the triple suns like a love-stone
brought from the Faraway Caves beyond the Great River. And it was
floating down on pillars of fire toward the valley. It was becoming
bigger and bigger, as were Kuru's large, black eyes.

Fear began to give place to Kuru's wonder. How had such a thing ever
come to be? And what was it doing in the sky? What was it?

It was big, far bigger than Kuru could have imagined. When it came to
the ground it crushed and burned dozens of great trees. And there it
sat, motionlessly and without sound, as though a mountain had dropped
from the sky to stay there forever.

Suddenly, in the shining surface of the great sky-jewel a long, black
hole appeared, and even as he watched something glittering began to
emerge from it. At first it seemed that this was some sort of gigantic
cocoon, breaking open to release the wing of an unimaginable insect.
But in another moment he received the biggest surprise of all.

"Men!" he gasped. "What are men doing in that sky-jewel? They could not
have made it and come out of the sky--unless they are gods!"

The "man-gods" wore strange garments. They were amazingly frail and
beautiful looking people, like women in their fairness of skin and
their almost complete lack of hair on their bodies. Kuru felt that he
could have broken one of them with each hand. But what strange strength
of magic did they possess to make this shining cave that brought them
from the sky?

He heard a ferocious roar which emanated from the region of the
sky-cave. It was a murder-beast. He saw several of the "man-gods" run
to a gleaming sort of fence at the edge of the wing that had extended
itself out of the black hole. They were looking downward.

Now here was something Kuru could understand. In the face of the
terrifying murder-beast he would be able to tell whether or not these
people were weaklings. He saw one of them extract a small object from
his garments. When this small object was pointed downward in the
direction of the roaring murder-beast, a thin, bright line of light
appeared below it, and the murder-beast's roar was cut off.

Kuru's teeth chattered slightly. Undoubtedly, he was looking upon the
representatives of a race of gods. They could command the powers of
lightning.

Still, he could not run away even now, because only a female would
come screaming home to tell of what she had merely seen from afar. A
hunter like Kuru, who was already a respected member of the family
council, would investigate and have something more to tell other than
how frightened he was. On the contrary, he must show how brave he could
be. He must get closer to the sky-cave of the gods and watch them for a
while....

       *       *       *       *       *

"Infra-red picked it up. It's something pretty big, over in that tall
tree. Been there since before sundown."

"Hmmm.... Patience, cunning, warm-blooded, large size. Do you think--"

"Now don't let's get back on _that_ again!"

"But Henderson said he saw one with his binoculars, up on that ridge,
early this afternoon."

"Good God, Frank! Can't you realize you're being victimized by an
old complex? Why is it we _have_ to find human beings on other
worlds? We've been searching the stars unsuccessfully for more than a
millenium."

"This is our farthest reach out into the galaxy--"

"Yeah. By God, it's almost six hundred light years, twenty years by
chronology, and two for us even under trans-C time contraction. _That_,
my friend, is some traveling!"

"It's a beautiful planet--just like Earth was supposed to be once. You
know, sometimes I think civilization is a disease."

"That's a _great_ idea! So we're microbes infesting the universe!"

       *       *       *       *       *

That night Kuru returned to his family, which consisted of his father,
his mother, his father's three other wives, his two sisters, his five
younger brothers, half-sisters, half-brothers, and dozens of uncles and
aunts and scores of cousins numbering one hundred and twenty-two males
and females. Council members from three neighboring "families" had
already gathered on Council Rock, because some had seen the shining
thing descend out of the sky. But only Kuru could tell them facts about
it, which added tremendously to his prestige.

"It is a flying cave they have built," he concluded. "They are gods
from the country of the sky."

"This must be true," said Bortu, his father. "You say they killed a
murder-beast with lightning?"

"As though it were a crawly-bug under their feet."

The elder members of the council and the younger hunters all looked
at Kuru in silent admiration. But admiration was mixed with fear. The
stars above them were big with mystery and wonder. Why had the gods
come down to visit their world?

"What do they want?" asked Gurgo, the father-chief of the Snake Lake
family.

"I do not know. I heard them talking among each other, but it is some
strange twist of tongue that makes no meaning."

Now Fulkudu, father-chief of the Cloud Valley family, rose to speak.
He had thrown the sacred white fur of the river-cat over his shoulder,
which meant that his was an official decision.

"We must appease these gods," he announced. "We must show them at
once that we are friendly to them. A sacrifice must be presented."
Whereupon, he sat down again and was silent.

The rest of them remained silent, too, because this recommendation
gave rise to a much more important question. If the other father-chiefs
agreed with Fulkudu, then someone would have to go to those powerful
gods and present the sacrifice. No one wished to be embarrassed by
having to confess his fear. Who would be brave enough to take the
sacrifice to them?

As though by common accord, all council members slowly concentrated
their attention upon Kuru. Words were unnecessary to express the
general idea. Kuru was a very brave hunter. He alone knew more about
the gods who had come from the sky than any other among them.

Kuru looked into the eyes of his father and saw the message written
there. He had made his father proud. To back out now was to lose all
the prestige so far gained. Kuru thought of the thin bolt of lightning
that had killed the murder-beast, and he fought to keep his teeth from
chattering.

Slowly, he stood up, throwing his own white fur over his brawny
shoulder. "I will present the sacrifice," he said. And his own voice
sounded strange to him. It was hard to believe he had said such a brave
thing as this.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Derla!" Kuru exclaimed. "What are you doing here?" He lowered the
heavy horny-head beast to the ground and looked at his sister in
amazement.

She was almost his own age, and the prettiest female in the family,
with her long black hair and her large black eyes and firm young
breasts. He, himself, had killed the murder-beast whose fur encircled
her shapely hips.

"I would be with you in this danger," she answered, pleadingly. "None
of the other males dared to go with you. Our father's pride would be
complete if a female of the Great Cliffs were as brave as Kuru."

"But you must go back. I do not know what these gods will do. They may
kill me."

Derla ran forward to her brother's side, placing her hands on one
of his hairy arms. "Then this is a greater reason for me to be with
you, brother!--so that your spirit will not travel alone into the sky
country."

Kuru looked down into his sister's eyes and grinned. "You are my
favorite sister," he said. "Come! Perhaps when they see you they will
not think of killing!" He shouldered the horny-head beast again, and
the two of them continued across the floor of the valley toward the
shining sky-cave of the gods....

       *       *       *       *       *

"Mother of God! Frank!"

"What is it?"

"Seeing is believing. Look down there in that small clearing...."

"Oh no. It can't be!"

"Well, you were the guy that was saying they might be here!"

"What I need is witnesses then. I'll signal general call. You get
cameras and the recorders out!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"By God, it's incredible--yet it's true! The first extra-terrestrial
humans ever discovered, in over a thousand years of space exploration!"

"This will be something to stir up their blood back home. People were
beginning to lose interest even in galactic exploration. This is it,
boys! We've finally discovered our own kind!"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. Those are obviously primordials.
That male is half hair."

"And the other half is all brawn. The female is surprisingly
clear-skinned. For a primordial gal she isn't bad!"

"What are they doing down there? Looks like they're waiting for us to
do something."

"Don't you get it? We're from the stars. Therefore we're gods. That
quadruple-horned goat-like animal at their feet is a sacrifice. We're
supposed to accept it."

"Hell, we'll accept them all! Let's get 'em on board!"

"Hold it a minute, men. Keep your voices down. You're gods now, not
monkeys. Take it easy. Can't you see how the female cringes behind the
male? Both of them are half scared out of their wits. By their own
evaluation, they are braving death to do us honor. We have to gain
their confidence."

"Well, if they're defying death, itself, maybe they'd come on board if
we lowered the ladder to them."

"We can try it, but let it down slowly--and smile! Remember, you are
benevolent gods...."

       *       *       *       *       *

"If they intended to kill us, Derla, they would have done so by now.
See? They smile at us!"

"Look! Something is coming down!"

"It is a shiny-fence."

"It is like the vine-steps for climbing cliffs."

"That's it, Derla! Either they are coming down, or--or--"

"Kuru! They want us to come up!"

The two of them stood there in the small clearing, looking at the
vertical shiny-fence that had come down to them from the great ledge
where the man-gods stood, up at the top of their sky-cave. Again,
Kuru's great muscles twitched with the instinct to run. Had he been
alone, he might have done so. But in the eyes of his brave sister he
could not do this, even though it might cost him his life. Still, the
god-men looked very friendly. They were beckoning to him to come up.

Gritting his teeth and emitting a low growl to give himself courage,
Kuru threw the horny-head beast across his shoulder and approached the
shiny-fence. "You stay here," he told his sister.

"No, Kuru! I will come behind you, no matter what happens!"

He shrugged, ashamed of his own fear in the presence of her surprising
courage. He grabbed cross-pieces of the shiny-fence and began to climb,
knowing that Derla was close at his heels.

The great, smooth ledge with the shiny-fence around it was larger than
he had expected. A group of twelve man-gods stood there, waiting for
him. None of them, he noticed carefully, had a lightning stick in his
hand, although at least five of them carried the terrible weapons at
their sides. After pausing once to make sure that he was not to be
attacked, Kuru climbed up onto the ledge and threw his sacrifice down.
Then he turned to help Derla up. The two of them stood facing the
people from the sky.

Finally, Kuru said to them, "We bring you sacrifice and make peace. The
gods are welcome to this land."

Derla tugged at his arm. "We should bow down," she advised.

Brother and sister fell to their knees, with bowed heads.

       *       *       *       *       *

"That ought to make a good picture for you, Henderson. They're eating
out of our hand already!"

"Here, fellow, get to your feet. You too, black eyes!"

"Don't forget the sacrifice. Better accept it so's they won't be
offended. Besides, maybe it's edible. We could do with some fresh
meat--maybe."

"Maybe is right. I don't think my system could get used to real steaks
again. That looks like some sort of goat. May be just like mutton."

"Hey Frank! That cave girl sure goes for you! Look at her take you in
with those big eyes!"

"Guess that's because Frank's more their size. Open your shirt a little
more, Frankie old boy. Show 'em the hair on your chest!"

"Shut up, you guys. Do you realize what this means?"

"Yeah. Love at first sight!"

"Men! Pipe down. Whether you like it or not, this is quite a historical
moment. Now the first problem is one of communication and contact with
the rest of their people."

"We could get out the flier and take them home."

"That's right. We'll do that when we've tried talking to them and taken
some more pictures and recordings. What do you make of that fellow's
language, Ken?"

"Primitive, but with a pretty good smattering of syntax. There were
some definite inflexions. I'd say they were about ready for writing."

"By God, that guy must have the strength of a gorilla. This sacrifice
animal weighs a ton. Give me a hand, Mike."

"Where I come from, that expression he's wearing is a snarl. But I
guess he is trying to smile. Well? Who's going to shake hands? Okay,
Frank. You be the hero."

"You'd think he'd never seen a hand before. He's afraid to touch you.
No, he's going to--"

"Ouch!"

"Yipes! If he can hurt Frank then I'm not shaking hands with him! I'll
shake hers, though. They say women used to go around like _that_ in
Bali."

"Now just take it easy, men. I think that hairy fellow is doing a
splendid job as it is. Can't you see how nervous he is? He's broken
out into a sweat. He's watching us like a wild animal. Instinct is
struggling with intelligence. Don't make any quick moves. You'll notice
he keeps watching our guns as though he knew what they were for. That's
pretty good observation. He'll probably jump the first one who draws,
so just remember that...."

"They're getting in because they saw you two get in, but they may not
know it's a flier. The minute you take to the air they may get panicky.
So watch yourselves! We'll follow in the other two rigs. Take it slow,
because we want to catch some aerial fotos of the terrain...."

       *       *       *       *       *

"Say listen, Frank. These people have been entertaining us all for a
week. We've found a perfect, utterly peaceful world that has never
known war or privation. It's the biggest find in history, and here you
sit moping. I haven't seen you smile once since we got here. What's
eating you?"

"I think you just hit the nail on the head."

"What do you mean?"

"We have found a perfect, utterly peaceful world that has never known
privation."

"So?"

"Remember what I said about civilization being a disease?"

"Oh, so that's it! Well, they don't seem to object to the
contamination."

"How could they? We're wonder gods, and our gadgets are magic toys.
What do they know about the rest of it? In forty or fifty years the
colony ships will arrive here and set up shop. There'll be scientific
development, mass production, regimentation. Just consider the
implications of bringing an alarm clock to this world!"

"That's pretty good "squeezing" they make out of those roots, but don't
let it make you morbid, old boy!"

"Within two generations those rugged brutes will be helping us build
factories here. They'll be wearing work clothes and numbers. Our
society is necessarily collective because of past history and possible
future dangers of aggression among ourselves. What do these people
need collective security for?--and mass production--only to feed us as
we come in among them and spawn more millions who will soon make it
necessary to expand again and find another world like this to spoil!"

"Frank, you're going off your rockers. Oh! Oh! Here's something to take
your mind off of social philosophy. Look at this!"

"What cooks? Looks like a delegation of all the best looking women in
the tribe. Guess they're going to dance for us or something."

"There's Dark Eyes again. She's got you picked out already."

"Picked _out_?"

"Sure! Ken said he thought this would happen. They've made several
overtures before."

"What are you talking about?"

"Children of Paradise, pal! They think this is the truest form of
hospitality, and in a way--"

"You mean--!"

"Yeah. That's what I mean. And Dearborn says we shouldn't offend them.
So what am I going to do?"

"But--!"

"Don't keep Dark Eyes waiting, pal!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"You were only supposed to please the gods, not fall in love with them,
Derla."

"I love only one."

"I know. It is the big one who never smiles except when he looks at you
and me. Then he smiles with sadness. But he is not liked by the other
gods. I have seen him argue with the others and shout at them and wave
his arms about--and they have stopped smiling at him. If he is in
disfavor, it is dangerous to have anything to do with him. He carries
his lightning stick at all times, and I know it is because he fears
attack from his own kind, not from us. You must stay away from him."

"He does not seek me. I fail to please him."

"He is a god and you are woman."

"But Sigala, and Bulbini--"

"I know. Some of the gods have been lonelier than the others. That is
the only reason."

"The big one who is called Fronk--has not yet--"

"It is just as well."

"Not even that night when we first--"

"Derla, you will have to forget about him and stay away from him."

"But he was kind...."

"And he is not liked by the other gods. Your father forbids it!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"Frank, this obsession of yours is getting serious. The men have asked
me to have a talk with you. If you don't get hold of yourself it might
even mean the brig, man. Now I want you to tell me just what's behind
all this."

"Well, sir, it's just that I think we're dead wrong in coming here at
all. What we ought to do is _protect_ these people from civilzation.
We discovered them. When we go back and report it, they will be the
property of modern materialism. Our supposed gifts to them will be
nothing short of exploitation. I say we erase our discovery from the
records."

"What?--I can see now why a couple of the boys had a fight with you.
It's insane! For over ten centuries we have looked for other humans--"

"And now that we've found them, we plan to force them into our own way
of life, as though _we_ had found the only answer!"

"Frank, I'm sorry to put it this way, but this is an order. Keep your
personal opinions to yourself. You're on probation and you're going to
be watched. Dismissed!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"The big one has stones in his head, Derla. Look at him up there on the
clifftop. He has grown a beard. Each day he looks less a god and more a
man. But he drinks _qaral_-juice too much. He stays away from us and he
stays away from the other gods. What is the matter with him?"

"I do not know, Kuru. He is very strange. Beautiful things make him
sad. I know when he is sad, because then he really drinks and goes away
to sleep it off somewhere."

"What do you mean--beautiful things?"

"Well, it is when we are happiest in the mornings when the suns are
still too low in the sky to drink the dew from the leaves and grasses,
when we bathe in the river and laugh and play. Or when many of us sit
around the great fires at night and listen to the old ones' stories. He
watches us then, and he drinks, and after a while he goes away. He is
very sad."

"Soon they will all be gone. I saw them bringing many things to the sky
cave...."

"I will be sad to see them go."

"You will be sad to see the crazy big one go."

"Yes. There is something in his eyes--a kindness that is for all of
us--and there is even something in his eyes for me."

"You believe in the things you wish for. But that does not make them
true."

"Kuru. Where do you think they go?"

"Now _that_ is a question for a woman to ask! Is it not obvious? They
go into the sky, whence they came...."

       *       *       *       *       *

One morning the large families of the Great Cliffs, Snake Lake and
Cloud Valley were startled out of their sleep by a shaking of the
ground and a blinding light in the sky. Before they could rub the sleep
out of their eyes, a giant, invisible hand swept over the country,
bending trees almost to the ground. And then a terrible roar smote
their ears. They did not know if the gods of the mountains had spoken
or if this were some new manifestation of powers on the part of the
sky gods who were soon to depart. When they saw the angry cloud and
the fire in the sky they fell to the ground, trembling with fear, and
praying. They did not know how they had angered these strange new gods,
but there could be no doubt that they were angered.

Hours later, when the angry cloud began to fade away in the sky above
that valley where the sky-cave was located, the father-chiefs and
hunters gathered at Council Rock.

"Our bravest hunters must go to appease them with great sacrifices,"
announced Bortu. "They must go at once. And my son, Kuru, will lead
them."

So it was decided. The fattest horny-head beasts were killed and
skinned. Kuru and nine other hunters shouldered their sacrifices and
started toward the Valley of the Gods, as it was now called. Over three
hundred members of the three great families stood on the Great Cliffs
and watched them go, hoping that the gods would not destroy them in
their mysterious wrath.

Suddenly a great cry of alarm arose from the watchers. The hunters
paused on the edge of the forest. Before them stood the sky god, the
big crazy one with the beard. The one called _Fronk_. In his hand was
a lightning stick, and he pointed it at the hunters. He made signs to
them which were unmistakable. They were not to approach the Valley of
the Gods.

Derla could not help it. She ran across the intervening space and stood
beside her brother, Kuru, staring at the god she loved, in desperation
and amazement.

He was crying. His face and his beard were streaked with tears. He was
crying, almost screaming at them--but he would not let them pass....

       *       *       *       *       *

"I didn't mean to kill them! Mother of God, why didn't you take me
instead! Only wanted to cripple the power so they'd be stranded.... All
right! Keep back! You, too, Dark Eyes! Those sacrifices mean nothing
now, boys.... Just a smoking pit back there filled with radiation. But
what would you know about that? Thank God now you'll _never_ know!
That's the first and the last mushroom cloud you'll ever see. Go on
back to your Paradise. Maybe you'll never know I saved it for you....
Go on! Beat it!"

       *       *       *       *       *

"He killed all the other gods, Derla. In his madness he destroyed the
great sky-cave, and now not even he can return to the country of the
sky."

"I don't think he meant to kill the others. He cried for days about it."

"And got terribly drunk! We had to stop giving him _qaral_-juice. It
was making him sick so that he could not eat, and he grew thin."

"But he has been gone for many, many suns. Do you think he is dead?"

"He is a god. Perhaps he will never die. He went away because he
knew we were afraid of him. In fact, he is not welcome in any of the
families."

"He is a lonely God. I have made up my mind, my brother. I am sad
because he is sad. If our people will not comfort him then I must. I am
going to him. I will try and make him a happy God once more."

Derla turned away from Kuru then and walked into the dark forest. Kuru
watched her go and then shook his head. "You are a strange one, my
sister. But go to your God. You will never be happy unless you do." He
shrugged then and turned his thoughts to other more important matters.

And Derla went to find her God. She was eager, and happy....