Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
"Here Volinè entered, and sat down by her father's side, pale and
trembling, and with tears starting down her lovely cheeks.
"'Mercy, as thou hopest for the same,' Perodii whined in fear, now
thoroughly cowed, and all the fight and courage knocked out of him by
that last, terrible fall.
"'Mercy! What mercy would you have shown me were I in your place?
However, if mercy you really crave, buy your miserable, worthless life
by answering what I ask of you,' I shouted, withdrawing my foot and
letting him rise. 'Now, say that you lied when you conspired against
Kios, and worked his disgrace and banishment to Pamax.'
"'What know ye of Kios?'
"'Speak the words that clear his name, or die,' I thundered.
"'Then, in this, I admit that I swore falsely, and conspired to ruin
an--innocent--man.'
"'Further; you know full well the rest.'
"'And that I did this thing to save myself from his just wrath, having
ruined his only child,' he continued, amidst a growing storm of
indignation.
"'Now will we speak of Volinè; she whom you have so foully wronged and
slandered. Say that you lied in the Hall of Judgment, and to the King.
Say that Volinè's honour is as untarnished as the mountain snow.'
"'Never!' he hissed. 'Thou hast humbled me enough. Curse thee!'
"'I am not here to parley. Say this. By the great God, you shall say it
on your bended knees, or my sword shall sheath itself in your heart,'
I shouted, waxing wroth as I thought of my darling's undeserved
disgrace from the mouth of this scoundrel.
"'My words were lies,' he hissed rather than spoke, as he sank upon,
his knees, forced thereto at the point of my naked sword; and a look
of malignant hatred stole over his face, as he glared at me with his
bloodshot, glittering eyes in impotent rage, like some wild-beast
helpless in the hunter's toils.
"'Now take yourself away, and never again molest me or mine, or dare to
meddle with affairs that do not concern you. I stay me from wetting my
hands in blood upon this, my wedding morn--Volinè's nuptial day shall
not be one of bloodshed, but stainless and happy as my bonny bride
herself. Now, get you gone while the spirit of my mercy lingers--go,
and dare not to cross my path again,' and, amidst shouts of derision
and anger, the vanquished Prince left the arena, and we saw him no more.
"Then the heralds stepped forward again, and blew another blast; and
the Marshal commanded silence for the King to speak. He rose from his
daughter's side, looking supremely pleased and gratified, and said:
"'Man of Ramos, thou hast fought fairly and valiantly, and shown mercy
to a vanquished foe, which doth thee great honour. Thou hast answered
thy rival's challenge as only a brave man couldst; and now most freely
do I give thee my daughter to wife. She shall dower thee ten thousand
times more handsomely than any woman of the star-world, Ramos, thou
hast lately left.'
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