Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
The banquet was elaborate and the food delicious. There was a great
deal of laughter at the far end of the table where the jed sat, for
those about him watched him closely, and when he laughed, which he
always did at his own jokes, the others all laughed uproariously.
Toward the end of the meal a troupe of dancers entered the apartment.
My first view of them almost took my breath away, for, with but a
single exception, they were all horribly deformed. That one exception
was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen--the most beautiful girl
I have ever seen, with the saddest face that I have ever seen. She
danced divinely and about her hopped and crawled the poor, unhappy
creatures whose sad afflictions should have made them the objects of
sympathy rather than ridicule and yet it was obvious that they had been
selected for their part for the sole purpose of giving the audience an
opportunity to vent its ridicule upon them. The sight of them seemed
to incite Ghron to a pitch of frenzied mirth, and, to add to his own
pleasure and to the discomforts of the poor, pathetic performers, he
hurled food and plates at them as they danced about the banquet table.
I tried not to look at them, but there was a fascination in their
deformities which attracted my gaze and presently it became apparent
to me that the majority of them were artificially deformed, that they
had been thus broken and bent at the behest of some malign mind and as
I looked down the long board at the horrid face of Ghron, distorted
by maniacal laughter, I could not but guess the author of their
disfigurement.
When at last they were gone, three large goblets of wine were borne
into the banquet hall by a slave; two of them were red goblets and
one was black. The black goblet was set before Ghron and the red ones
before Nur An and me. Then Ghron rose and the whole company followed
his example.
"Ghron, the jed, drinks to the happiness of his honored guests,"
announced the ruler, and, raising the goblet to his lips, he drained it
to the bottom.
It seemed obvious that this little ceremony would conclude the banquet
and that it was intended Nur An and I should drink the health of our
host. I, therefore, raised my goblet. It was the first time that
anything had been served to me in the proper receptacle and I was glad
that at last I might drink without incurring the danger of spilling
most of the contents of the receptacle into my lap.
"To the health and power of the great jed, Ghron," I said, and
following my host's example, drained the contents of the goblet.
As Nur An followed my example with some appropriate words, I felt a
sudden lethargy stealing over me and in the instant before I lost
consciousness I realized that I had been given drugged wine.
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