Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction
An replied, "The stranger is a prince, we take it, in his own country,
and princes fare not quite like common people, even here."
"So," I said, my mouth full of a strange, unknown fish, and a cake soft
as milk and white as cotton in the pod. "Now that makes me feel at
home!"
"Would you have had it otherwise with us?"
"No! now I come to think of it, it is most natural things should be
much alike in all the corners of the universe; the splendid simplicity
that rules the spheres, works much the same, no doubt, upon one side of
the sun as upon the other. Yet, somehow--you can hardly wonder at
it--yesterday I looked to find your world, when I realised where I had
tumbled to, a world of djin and giants; of mad possibilities over
realised, and here I see you dwellers by the utterly remote little more
marvellous than if I had come amongst you on the introduction of a
cheap tourist ticket, and round some neglected corner of my own distant
world!"
"I hardly follow your meaning, sir."
"No, no, of course you cannot. I was forgetting you did not know!
There, pass me the stuff on yonder platter that looks like caked mud
from an anchor fluke, and swells like breath of paradise, and let me
question you;" and while I sat and drank with that yellow servitor
sitting in front of me, I plied her with questions, just as a baby
might who had come into the world with a full-blown gift of speech.
But though she was ready and willing enough to answer, and laughed
gaily at my quaint ignorance of simple things, yet there was little
water in the well.
"Had they any kind of crafts or science; any cult of stars or figures?"
But again she shook her head, and said, "Hath might know, Hath
understood most things, but herself knew little of either." "Armies or
navies?" and again the Martian shrugged her shoulders, questioning in
turn--
"What for?"
"What for!" I cried, a little angry with her engaging dulness, "Why, to
keep that which the strong hand got, and to get more for those who come
next; navies to sweep yonder blue seas, and armies to ward what they
should bring home, or guard the city walls against all enemies,--for I
suppose, An," I said, putting down my knife as the cheering thought
came on me,--"I suppose, An, you have some enemies? It is not like
Providence to give such riches as you possess, such lands, such cities,
and not to supply the antidote in some one poor enough to covet them."
At once the girl's face clouded over, and it was obvious a tender
subject had been chanced upon. She waved her hand impatiently as
though to change the subject, but I would not be put off.
"Come," I said, "this is better than breakfast. It was the one
thing--this unknown enemy of yours--wanting to lever the dull mass of
your too peacefulness. What is he like? How strong? How stands the
quarrel between you? I was a soldier myself before the sea allured me,
and love horse and sword best of all things."
"You would not jest if you knew our enemy!"
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