Adventure stories; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space ships -- Fiction; War stories
Praana was taut with emotion. "Yes! Yes, our history tells of it too!
Three times the Phobians had initiated wars against Mars which ended
in holocaust for both our peoples! And the last time, we determined it
should never happen again. However," she gained control of herself,
"this was long before your time or mine. Centuries ago."
"True. We are the fourth generation. It is personal, nevertheless! The
Phobians as a race do not die easily ... nor as individuals do they
ever forget!" Gorak's lips writhed again. "It was for _me_ to resume
the war against Mars! _I_ am destined to be our liberator, and I have
done exceedingly well. Once more we are on equal terms, Praana!"
"_You_ resumed the war!" Her face was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"The spores, of course. The red plague that appeared so mysteriously on
Mars. Where do you think it came from?"
Praana's face blanched. Tal Horan tried to leap forward, to smash
Gorak's sneering face. But a dozen wiry Phobians held him back.
"Yes," Gorak went on. "The spores were launched from here! Almost
single-handed, I have accomplished the destruction of Mars. The rest
will be easy! We have far-reaching plans!" With a wave of the hand
Gorak indicated that he was weary of this. "Take them away, Kueelo. See
that Praana is made comfortable, but guard her well. If Tal Horan shows
a disinclination to work with you on the Counter-active, refer him
again to me, but I am sure you have persuasive methods equal to my own."
Gorak turned his cold orbs on Ric. "As for the Earthman ... watch him
well! His lips have been very still, but not his brain!"
V
Outside again, Ric flashed a warning look at Tal Horan and said
tentatively to Kueelo:
"As a spaceman and engineer, all of this interests me! Just what is the
nature of these spores? How did you manage to get them across to Mars?
And"--he looked about the empty streets--"where are the Phobians?"
"You shall learn these things in due time. And, if you are entertaining
thoughts of escaping from here," Kueelo said with calm assurance, "you
may as well forget it. You will work, Earthman; you will work very
hard, in order to stay alive. You'll soon learn why! Later ... you may
be of even more use to us."
They entered the car again and soon were speeding away from the city.
The shimmering blue surface light began to fade away. They entered a
twilight place where the walls were of dull gray stone.
"Where are you taking us now?" Praana asked.
"You shall see! I feel it is best that you understand fully what we
have accomplished here, and it is only the beginning. Our plans are
far-reaching!"
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