Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"You will be questioned," he replied, "and if you are all right, you
have nothing to fear."
"Very well," I replied, "we will do as you say. Signal your other ships
to make way for us," and then, through the lane that they opened, we
passed slowly back above the walls of Tjanath and came to the ground
about a haad beyond the east gate.
As we approached the city the gates swung open and a detachment of
warriors marched out to meet us. It was evident that they were very
suspicious and fearful of us. The padwar in charge of them ordered us
to halt while there were yet fully a hundred sofads between us.
"Throw down your weapons," he commanded, "and then come forward."
"But we are not enemies," I replied. "Do not the people of Tjanath know
how to receive friends?"
"Do as you are told or we will destroy you both," was his only reply.
I could not refrain a shrug of disgust as I divested myself of my
weapons, while Tavia threw down the short sword that I had loaned her.
Unarmed we advanced toward the warriors, but even then the padwar was
not entirely satisfied, for he searched our harness carefully before
he finally conducted us into the city, keeping us well surrounded by
warriors.
As the east gate of Tjanath closed behind us I realized that we were
prisoners rather than the guests that we had hoped to be, but Tavia
tried to reassure me by insisting that when they had heard our story we
would be set at liberty and accorded the hospitality that she insisted
was our due.
Our guards conducted us to a building that stood upon the opposite side
of the avenue, facing the east gate, and presently we found ourselves
upon a broad landing stage upon the roof of the building. Here a patrol
flier awaited us and our padwar turned us over to the officer in
charge, whose attitude toward us was marked by ill-concealed hatred and
distrust.
As soon as we had been received on board the patrol flier rose and
proceeded toward the center of the city.
Below us lay Tjanath, giving the impression of a city that had not kept
abreast of modern improvements. It was marked by signs of antiquity;
the buildings reflected the architecture of the ancients and many
of them were in a state of disrepair, though much of the city's
ugliness was hidden or softened by the foliage of great trees and
climbing vines, so that on the whole the aspect was more pleasing than
otherwise. Toward the center of the city was a large plaza, entirely
surrounded by imposing public buildings, including the palace of the
Jed. It was upon the roof of one of these buildings that the flier
landed.
Under a strong guard we were conducted into the interior of the
building and after a brief wait were ushered into the presence of
some high official. Evidently he had already been advised of the
circumstances surrounding our arrival at Tjanath, for he seemed to be
expecting us and was familiar with all that had transpired up to the
present moment.
"What do you at Tjanath, Jaharian?" he demanded.
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