When the man who had left the room returned, he brought food and drink
which he placed upon the table; and by signs the three indicated that I
might eat. There were fruits and nuts in highly polished, carved wooden
bowls; there was something I took to be bread, on a golden platter; and
there was honey in a silver jug. A tall, slender goblet contained a
whitish liquid that resembled milk. This last receptacle was a delicate,
translucent ceramic of an exquisite blue shade. These things and the
appointments of the room bespoke culture, refinement, and good taste,
making the savage apparel of their owners appear incongruous.
The fruits and nuts were unlike any with which I was familiar, both in
appearance and flavor; the bread was coarse but delicious; and the
honey, if such it were, suggested candied violets to the taste. The milk
(I can find no other earthly word to describe it) was strong and almost
pungent, yet far from unpleasant. I imagined at the time that one might
grow to be quite fond of it.
The table utensils were similar to those with which we are familiar in
civilized portions of the earth; there were hollowed instruments with
which to dip or scoop, sharp ones with which to cut, and others with
tines with which to impale. There was also a handled pusher, which I
recommend to earthly hostesses. All these were of metal.
While I ate, the three men conversed earnestly, one or another of them
occasionally offering me more food. They seemed hospitable and
courteous, and I felt that if they were typical of the inhabitants of
Venus I should find my life here a pleasant one. That it would not be a
bed of roses, however, was attested by the weapons that the men
constantly wore; one does not carry a sword and a dagger about with him
unless he expects to have occasion to use them, except on dress parade.
When I had finished my meal, two of the men escorted me from the room by
a rear doorway, up a flight of circular stairs, and ushered me into a
small chamber. The stairway and corridor were illuminated by a small
lamp similar to that which hung in the room where I had eaten, and light
from this lamp shone through the heavy wooden grating of the door, into
the room where I was now locked and where my captors left me to my own
devices.
Upon the floor was a soft mattress over which were spread coverings of a
silky texture. It being very warm, I removed all of my clothing except
my undershorts and lay down to sleep. I was tired after my arduous
descent of the giant tree and dozed almost immediately. I should have
been asleep at once had I not been suddenly startled to wakefulness by a
repetition of that hideous scream with which the beast that had pursued
me through the tree had announced its rage and chagrin when I had eluded
it.
However, it was not long before I fell asleep, my dozing mind filled
with a chaos of fragmentary recollections of my stupendous adventure.
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