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Behind the Walls of Terra
Philip Jose Farmer


This adventure of Kickaha is dedicated to Jack Cordes, who lives in the pocket universes
of Peoria and Pekin.

The sky had been green for twenty-four years. Suddenly, it was blue.
Kickaha blinked. He was home again. Rather, he was once more on the planet of his birth.
He had lived on Earth for twenty-eight years. Then he had lived for twenty-four years in that
pocket universe he called . Now, though he did not care to be here, he was back "home."
He was standing in the shadow of an enormous overhang of rock. The stone floor was swept
clean by the wind that traveled along the face of the cliff. Outside the semi-cavern were
mountains covered with pine and fir trees. The air was cool but would get warmer, since this was
morning of a July day in southern California. Or it should be, if his calculations were correct.
Since he was high on the face of a mountain, he could see very far into the southwest.
There was a great valley beyond the nearer smaller valleys, a valley which he supposed was one
near the Los Angeles area. It surprised and unnerved him, because it was not at all what he had
expected. It was covered with a thick gray poisonous-looking cloud, that gave the impression of
being composed of many many thousands of fumes, as if the floor of the valley below the cloud were
jammed with geysers boiling and bubbling and pouring out the noxious gases of internal Earth.
He had no idea of what had occurred on Earth since that night in 1946 when he had been
transmitted accidentally from this universe to that of Jadawin. Perhaps the great basins of the
Los Angeles area were filled with poison gas that some enemy nation had dropped. He could not
guess what enemy could do this, since both Germany and Japan had been wrecked and utterly defeated
when he left this world, and Russia was sorely wounded.
He shrugged. He would find out in time. The memory banks below the great fortress-palace
at the top of the only planet in the universe of the green sky had said that this "gate" opened
into a place in the mountains near a lake called Arrowhead.
The gate was a circle of indestructible metal buried a few inches below the rock of the
floor. Only a dimly stained ring of purple on the stone marked its presence.
Kickaha (born Paul Janus Finnegan) was six feet one inch in height, weighed one hundred
and ninety pounds, and was broad-shouldered, lean-waisted, and massively thighed. His hair was red-
bronze, his eyebrows were thick, dark, and arching, his eyes were leaf-green, his nose was
straight but short, his upper lip was long, and his chin was deeply cleft. He wore hiking clothes
and a bag on his back. In one hand he held the handle of a dark leather case which looked as if it
contained a musical instrument, perhaps a horn or trumpet.
His hair was shoulder-length. He had considered cutting it before he returned to Earth, so
he would not look strange. But the time had been short, and he had decided to wait until he got to
a barber shop. His cover story would be that he and Anana had been in the mountains so long he had
not had a chance to clip his hair.
The woman beside him was as beautiful as it was possible for a woman to be. She had long
dark wavy hair, a flawless white skin, dark-blue eyes, and a superb figure. She wore hiking garb:
boots, Levi's, a lumberman's checked shirt, and a cap with a long bill. She also carried a pack on
her back in which were shoes, a dress, undergarments, a small handbag, and several devices which
would have startled or shocked an Earth scientist. Her hair was done in the style of 1946 as
Kickaha remembered it. She wore no makeup nor needed it. Thousands of years ago, she had
permanently reddened her lips, as every female Lord had done.