Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
"I left the banquet-hall just as the King and the Doctor were eagerly
engaged in a discussion upon the civilised forms of government on
Earth, slipping out unperceived, and hurrying along the corridor
towards the staircase that led down to a lower corridor, to which
I knew there was an entrance to the garden of Siccoth-trees. I was
just about to open this door, stooping down to examine the fastening
thereof, when the hated voice of my rival, Perodii, hissed into my ear
the following words:
"'Spawn of evil, we meet again! How often more art thou going to cross
my path and live? Beware, or by my eternal soul I will slay thee even
here.'
"'Prince Perodii, I desire to have no further intercourse with you,
and I waste precious time in answering your vulgar words.'
"'So, so; that wanton wench, Volinè, waits thee. My curse upon her for
meddling----'
"Perodii never finished his sentence, for without thinking of the
consequences of my act, and forgetting in my passion what I had
promised Volinè, I gave the Prince a stunning blow full in the face
with my clenched hand, and sent him reeling to the ground.
"'Take that; and may it teach you better manners,' I said, as I
delivered the blow straight from my shoulder. 'And, hark you,' I
continued, as he lay half-stunned upon the mosaic floor, 'if you ever
dare to speak one more insulting word in my hearing, about the woman I
love, may your worthless blood be upon your own head, for I will slay
you as I would a brute beast.'
"The Prince by this time had recovered his feet, and stood mad
with pain and rage, half blinded by the blow I had dealt him, and
unsheathing the long knife that dangled in a jewelled scabbard from his
waist. What the end would have been it is difficult to conjecture, but
at that moment our good friend Himos came along with a posse of troops,
at sight of whom Perodii sheathed his weapon and walked away, saying as
he did so:
"'The hour of my revenge is yet again delayed; but I will wait, aye,
wait for centuries yet to come, if need be, and wipe out all thy
insults in thy blood.'
"Nodding to Himos, I sped through the doorway into the garden, and
hurried along between the rows of curious shrubs and flowers towards
the arbour where Volinè had promised to meet me. Already the sun was
dipping behind the distant hills, and I feared that my darling might
have come, and not finding me there, had gone away again.
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