Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
He looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression for a moment and
then his face cleared. "Phao is not the woman of whom I told you in
the dungeon at Tjanath," he said. "Phao I loved long before; she was
my first love. After I lost her I thought that I never could care for
a woman again, but this other one came into my life and, knowing that
Phao was gone forever, I found some consolation in my new love, but I
realize now that it was not the same, that no love could ever displace
that which I felt for Phao."
"You lost her irretrievably once before," I reminded him, "but you
found her again; perhaps you will find her once more."
"I wish that I might share your optimism," he said.
"We have little else to buoy us up," I reminded him.
"You are right," he said, and then with a laugh, added, "we still live!"
Presently, feeling rested, we set out along the shore in the direction
that the river ran, for we had decided that that would be our course
if for no other reason than that it would be easier going down hill
than up. Where it would lead, we had not the slightest idea; perhaps
to Korus; perhaps to Omean, the buried sea where lay the ships of the
First Born.
Over tumbled rock masses we clambered and along level stretches of
smooth gravel we pursued our rather aimless course, knowing not whither
we were going, having no goal toward which to strive. There was some
vegetation, weird and grotesque, but almost colorless for want of
sunlight. There were tree-like plants with strange, angular branches
that snapped off at the lightest touch, and as the trees did not look
like trees, there were blossoms that did not look like flowers. It was
a world as unlike the outer world as the figments of imagination are
unlike realities.
But whatever musing upon the flora of this strange land I may have been
indulging in was brought to a sudden termination as we rounded the
shoulder of a jutting promontory and came face to face with as hideous
a creature as ever I had laid my eyes upon. It was a great white lizard
with gaping jaws large enough to engulf a man at a single swallow. At
sight of us it emitted an angry hiss and advanced menacingly toward us.
Being unarmed and absolutely at the mercy of any creature that attacked
us, we pursued the only plan that our intelligence could dictate--we
retreated--and I am not ashamed to admit that we retreated rapidly.
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