Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"The ground level of the palace is a busy place, people are coming and
going constantly through the corridors. Doubtless some of the upper
levels are less frequented. Let us therefore seek a hiding place higher
up and from the vantage point of some balcony we may be able to work
out a feasible plan of escape."
"Good!" he said. "Lead on!"
Ascending the winding ramp from the lower pits, we passed two levels
before we reached the ground level of the palace, without meeting a
single person, but the instant that we emerged upon the ground level
we saw people everywhere; officers, courtiers, warriors, slaves and
merchants moved to and fro upon their various duties or in pursuit
of the business that had brought them to the palace, but their very
numbers proved a safeguard for us.
Upon the side of the corridor opposite from the point at which we
entered it lay an arched entrance to another ramp running upward.
Without an instant's hesitation I crossed through the throng of people,
and, with Nur An at my side, passed beneath the arch and entered the
ascending ramp.
Scarcely had we started upward when we met a young officer descending.
He accorded us scarcely a glance as we passed and I breathed more
easily as I realized that our disguises did, in fact, disguise us.
There were fewer people on the second level of the palace, but yet far
too many to suit me and so we continued on upward to the third level,
the corridors of which we found almost deserted.
Near the mouth of the ramp lay the intersection of two main corridors.
Here we hesitated for an instant to reconnoiter. There were people
approaching from both directions along the corridor into which we had
emerged, but in one direction the transverse corridor seemed deserted
and we quickly entered it. It was a very long corridor, apparently
extending the full length of the palace. It was flanked at intervals
upon both sides by doorways, the doors to some of which were open,
while others were closed or ajar. Through some of the open doorways
we saw people, while the apartments revealed through others appeared
vacant. The location of these we noted carefully as we moved slowly
along, carefully observing every detail that might later prove of value
to us.
We had traversed about two-thirds of this long corridor when a man
stepped into it from a doorway a couple of hundred feet ahead of us.
He was an officer, apparently a padwar of the guard. He halted in the
middle of the corridor as a file of warriors emerged from the same
doorway, and, forming in a column of twos, marched in our direction,
the officer bringing up the rear.
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