Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
The fellow crossed to the door and, opening it, revealed Nur An lying
bound and gagged upon the floor.
"Cut his bonds and remove the gag," ordered Yo Seno. "It is too late
now for him to thwart my plans by giving the others a warning."
Nur An came toward us, with a firm step, his head high and a glance of
haughty contempt for our captors.
The four of us stood facing Yo Seno, the sneer upon whose face had been
replaced by a glare of hatred.
"You have been sentenced to die The Death," he said. "It is the death
for spies. No more terrible punishment can be inflicted. Could there
be, it would be meted to you two," as he looked first at me and then at
Nur An, "that you might suffer more for the murder of our two comrades."
So they had found the warriors we had dispatched. Well, what of it?
Evidently it had not rendered our position any worse than it had been
before. We were to die The Death and that was the worst that they could
accord us.
"Have you anything to say?" demanded Yo Seno.
"We still live!" I exclaimed, and laughed in his face.
"Before long you will be beseeching your first ancestors for death,"
hissed the keeper of the keys, "but you will not have death too soon,
and remember that no one knows how long it takes to die The Death. We
cannot add to your physical suffering, but for the torment of your mind
let me remind you that we are sending you to The Death without letting
you know what the fate of your accomplices will be," and he nodded
toward Tavia and Phao.
That was a nice point, well chosen. He could not have hit upon any
means more certain to inflict acute torture upon me than this, but I
would not give him the satisfaction of witnessing my true emotion, and
so, once again, I laughed in his face. His patience had about reached
the limit of its endurance, for he turned abruptly to a padwar of the
guard and ordered him to remove us at once.
As we were hustled from the room, Nur An called a brave good-bye to
Phao.
"Good-bye, Tavia!" I cried, "and remember that we still live."
"We still live, Hadron of Hastor!" she called back. "We still live!"
and then she was swept from my view as we were pushed along down the
corridor.
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