Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
As I circled low above the city I saw miles of avenues that have not
known the foot of man for countless ages. The stone flagging of their
pavement was overgrown with ocher moss, with here and there a stunted
tree or a grotesque shrub of one of those varieties that somehow find
sustenance in the arid wasteland. Silent, deserted courtyards looked
up at me, gorgeous gardens of another happier day. Here and there
the roof of a building had fallen in, but for the most part they
remained intact, dreaming, doubtless, of the wealth and beauty that
they had known in days of yore, and in imagination I could see the
gorgeous sleeping silks and furs spread out in the sunlight, while the
women idled beneath gay canopies of silks, their jeweled harnesses
scintillating with each move of their bodies. I saw the pennons waving
from countless thousands of staffs and the great ships at anchor in the
harbor rose and fell to the undulations of the restless sea. There were
swaggering sailors upon the avenues, and burly, fighting men before
the doors of every palace. Ah, what a picture imagination conjured
from the death-like silence of that deserted city, and then, as a long
swinging circle brought me above the courtyard of a splendid palace
that faced upon the city's great central square, my eyes beheld that
which shattered my beautiful dream of the past. Directly below me I saw
a score of great thoats penned in what once may have been the royal
garden of a jeddak.
The presence of these huge beasts meant but one thing, and that was
that their green masters were to be found nearby.
As I passed above the courtyard one of the restless, vicious beasts
looked up and saw me and instantly he commenced to squeal angrily.
Immediately the other thoats, their short temper aroused by the
squealing of their fellow and their attention directed by his upward
gaze, discovered me and set up a perfect pandemonium of grunts and
squeals, which brought the result that I had immediately foreseen. A
green warrior leaped into the courtyard from the interior of the palace
and looked up just in time to see me before I passed from his line of
vision above the roof of the building.
Realizing immediately that this was no place for me to loiter, I
opened my throttle and at the same time rose swiftly toward a greater
altitude. As I passed over the building and out across the avenue in
front of it, I saw some twenty green warriors pour out of the building,
their upward gaze searching the skies. The warrior on guard had
apprised them of my presence.
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