Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction
To and fro the green blaze rocked between the thunder crashes. It
struck a house a hundred yards away, stripping every shingle from the
roof better than a master builder could in a week. It fell a minute
after on a tall tree by the courtyard gate, and as the trunk burst into
white splinters I saw every leaf upon the feathery top turn light side
up against the violet reflection in the sky beyond, and then the whole
mass came down to earth with a thud that crushed the courtyard palings
into nothing for twenty yards and shook me even across the square.
Another time I might have stopped to marvel or to watch, as I have
often watched with sympathetic pleasure, the gods thus at play; but
tonight there were other things on hand. When I had drunk, I picked up
an earthen crock, filled it, and went to Heru. It was a rough
drinking-vessel for those dainty lips, and an indifferent draught,
being as much mud as aught else, but its effect was wonderful. At the
first touch of that turgid stuff a shiver of delight passed through the
drowsy lady. At the second she gave a sigh, and her hand tightened on
my arm. I fetched another crockful, and by the flickering light
rocking to and fro in the sky, took her head upon my shoulder, like a
prodigal new come into riches, squandering the stuff, giving her to
drink and bathing face and neck till presently, to my delight, the
princess's eyes opened. Then she sat up, and taking the basin from me
drank as never lady drank before, and soon was almost herself again.
I went out into the portico, there snuffing the deep, strong breath of
the fragrant black earth receiving back into its gaping self what the
last few days had taken from it, while quick succeeding thoughts of
escape and flight passed across my brain. All through the fiery time
we had just had the chance of escaping with the fair booty yonder had
been present. Without her, flight would have been easy enough, but that
was not worth considering for a moment. With her it was more
difficult, yet, as I had watched the woodmen, accustomed to cool forest
shades, faint under the fiery glare of the world above, to make a dash
for liberty seemed each hour more easy. I had seen the men in the
streets drop one by one, and the spears fall from the hands of guards
about the pallisades; I had seen messengers who came to and fro
collapse before their errands were accomplished, and the forest women,
who were Heru's gaolers, groan and drop across the thresholds of her
prison, until at length the way was clear--a babe might have taken what
he would from that half-scorched town and asked no man's leave. Yet
what did it avail me? Heru was helpless, my own spirit burnt in a
nerveless frame, and so we stayed.
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