Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
"It is not altogether good, as I had hoped," he began. "The people can
talk of nothing else but the men of Ramos, meaning yourselves. Their
excitement hath increased; for some traders, who had journeyed to the
lake of Kimeth, near which ye have told me ye camped, returned to Pamax
yesternight, bringing with them scraps of strange food and other refuse
ye must have left behind. The troops have started thither at dawn this
morning; and what is worse, that villain Perodii is at their head. He
will never rest until ye are all once more in his power, for he bears
ye strange and deadly hatred."
"But, Kios,----" began the Doctor.
"Nay, hear me out, men of Ramos, for I have but few more words to say.
It is fortunate for ye that the troops have gone on this fool's errand;
for they may search far and wide up there, and the time they waste ye
will profit by. Yet, when they return to Pamax, as return they surely
will, Perodii's mood will not be pleasant; and ye may be assured that
the journey to the borders of Chados will not tend to cool his wrath
against ye. Men of Ramos, ye must not linger here; I cannot answer for
your safety longer. These woods will be searched, and it may be at
daybreak. Ye must start for Helmath to-night--nay, at once."
"But we are in ignorance of the way thither, and may lose ourselves in
the darkness," said Temple.
"Trouble not yourselves; for I will guide ye a few hours' journey
hence, and put ye in the path that leads thereto."
"I am afraid, worthy Kios, we shall never be able to repay you," said
the Doctor.
"Ye saved my life; it is but well that I should seek to save yours in
return. Besides, I aim Perodii a blow, through ye--and it is always
sweet to strike one's enemies. Know ye, I was rich and noble once,
with rank and dignity almost as high as he. Through his knavery and
wickedness, I am degraded to the calling of a hunter to the palace,
banished from my home in Edos, and owe what little I now possess--even
my life itself--to the clemency of the King. Some day the truth may
prevail, and I be restored to my rights. Had Perodii honour enough left
to speak, he could accomplish this in few words; yet he remains silent;
and I suffer, because I resented the great wrong he did me. But we
waste time in needless words. Get ye ready, and let us hasten hence;
for the path is heavy, and the way is long."
We reluctantly left our comfortable quarters, and started off with Kios
through the darkness. The night was calm and beautifully fine--just one
of those delicious evenings that make the tropics of Earth so sweet,
when the broiling heat of the day is spent. Kios led us by a circuitous
route down the wooded hillside; and we passed so near to Pamax, that
the roar of its machinery sounded clearly in the night, and the glow
from its thousands of furnaces shone against the sky like a mighty
conflagration.
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