Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction
Meanwhile Hath was on foot, pale and obsequious like others in the
presence of those dread ambassadors, but more collected, I thought.
With the deepest bows he welcomed them, handing them drink in a golden
State cup, and when they had drunk (I heard the liquor running down
their great throats, in the frightened hush, like water in a runnel on
a wet day), they wiped their fierce lips upon their furry sleeves, and
the leader began reciting the tribute for the year. So much corn, so
much wine--and very much it was--so many thousands ells of cloth and
webbing, and so much hammered gold, and sinah and lar, precious metal
of which I knew nothing as yet; and ever as he went growling through
the list in his harsh animal voice, he refreshed his memory with a
coloured stick whereon a notch was made for every item, the woodmen not
having come as yet, apparently, to the gentler art of written signs and
symbols. Longer and longer that caravan of unearned wealth stretched
out before my fancy, but at last it was done, or all but done, and the
head envoy, passing the painted stick to a man behind, folded his bare,
sinewy arms, upon which the red fell bristles as it does upon a
gorilla's, across his ample chest, and, including us all in one general
scowl, turned to Hath as he said--
"All this for Ar-hap, the wood-king, my master and yours; all this, and
the most beautiful woman here tonight at your tables!"
"An item," I smiled stupidly to myself, for indeed I was very sleepy
and had no nice perception of things, "which shows his majesty with the
two-pronged name is a jolly fellow after all, and knows wealth is
incomplete without the crown and priming of all riches. I wonder how
the Martian boys will like this postscript," and chin on hand, and eyes
that would hardly stay open, I watched to see what would happen next.
There was a little conversation between the prince and the ape-man;
then I saw Hath the traitor point in my direction and say--
"Since you ask and will be advised, then, mighty sir, there can be no
doubt of it, the most beautiful woman here tonight is undoubtedly she
who sits yonder by him in blue."
"A very pretty compliment!" I thought, too dull to see what was coming
quickly, "and handsome of Hath, all things considered."
And so I dozed and dozed, and then started, and stared! Was I in my
senses? Was I mad, or dreaming? The drunkenness dropped from me like
a mantle; with a single, smothered cry I came to myself and saw that it
was all too true. The savage envoy had come down the hall at Hath's
vindictive prompting, had lifted my fair girl to her feet, and there,
even as I looked, had drawn her, white as death, into the red circle of
his arm, and with one hand under her chin had raised her sweet face to
within an inch of his, and was staring at her with small, ugly eyes.
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