Free The Heaven Makers by Frank Herbert

frightening me. Why are you frightening me?”
    “I’m frightening myself.”
    She pressed back into his arms. “Are you sure you see this… this. I can’t see a thing.”
    “I see them as plainly as I see you. If it’s illusion, it’s a most complete illusion.”
    The rainbow glow beneath the tubular legs had become a dull blue. The object settled lower, lower, came to a hovering stop about fifteen yards away and level with them.
    “Maybe it’s a new kind of helicopter,” Ruth said. “Or… Andy, I still can’t see it.”
    “Describe what you see…” He pointed “… right there.”
    “A little mistiness. It looks like it’s going to rain again.”
    “They’re working with a square machine of some kind,” he said. “It has what look like short antennae. The antennae glow. They’re pointing it at us.”
    “Andy, I’m scared.” She was shivering in his arms.
    “I… think we’d better get out of here,” he said. He willed himself to leave, found he couldn’t move.
    “I… can’t… move,” Ruth whispered.
    He could hear her teeth chattering, but his own body felt frozen in dull cement.
    “Andy, I can’t move!” There was hysteria in her voice. “Is it still there?”
    “They’re pointing some device at us,” he husked. His voice felt as though it came from far away, from another person. “They’re doing this to us. Are you sure you can’t see anything?”
    “Nothing! A misty little cloud, nothing else.”
    Thurlow felt suddenly that she was just being obstinate. Anyone could see the thing right there in front of them! Intense anger at her surged through him. Why wouldn’t she admit she saw it? Right there! He hated her for being so obstinate. The irrational abruptness of the emotion asserted itself in his awareness. He began to question his own reaction.
    How could I feel hate for Ruth? I love her.
    As though this thought freed him, Thurlow found he could move his legs. He began backing away, dragging Ruth with him. She was a heavy, unmoving weight. Her feet scraped against the gravel in the tank’s surface.
    His movement set off a flurry of activity among the creatures beneath the green dome. They buzzed and fussed over their square machine. A painful constriction seized Thurlow’s chest. Each breath took a laboring concentration. Still, he continued backing away dragging Ruth with him. She sagged in his arms now. His foot encountered a step and he almost fell. Slowly, he began inching backward up the steps. Ruth was a dead weight.
    “Andy,” she gasped. “Can’t… breathe.”
    “Hold… on,” he rasped.
    They were at the top of the steps now, then back through the gap in the stone wall. Movement became somewhat easier, although he could still see the domed object hovering beyond the water storage tank. The glowing antennae remained pointed at him.
    Ruth began to move her legs. She turned, and they hobbled together onto the bridle path. Each step grew easier. Thurlow could hear her taking deep, sighing breaths. Abruptly, as though a weight had been lifted from them, they regained full use of their muscles.
    They turned.
    “It’s gone,” Thurlow said.
    She reacted with an anger that astonished him. “What were you trying to pull back there, Andy Thurlow? Frightening me half out of my wits!”
    “I saw what I told you I saw,” he said. “You may not’ve seen it, but you certainly felt it.”
    “Hysterical paralysis,” she said.
    “It gripped us both at the same instant and left us both at the same instant,” he said.
    “Why not?”
    “Ruth, I saw exactly what I described.”
    “Flying saucers!” she sneered.
    “No… well, maybe. But it was there!” He was angry now, defensive. A rational part of him saw how insane the past few minutes had been. Could it have been illusion? No! He shook his head. “Honey, I saw.
    “Don’t you honey me!”
    He grabbed her shoulders, shook her. “Ruth! Two minutes ago you were saying you love me. Can you turn it off just