Each day I took exercise on the broad veranda that encircled the tree at
the level upon which my apartment was located; at least, I assumed that
it encircled the tree, but I did not know, as that portion assigned to
me was but a hundred feet long, a fifteenth part of the circumference of
the great tree. At each end of my little segment was a fence. The
section adjoining mine on the right appeared to be a garden, as it was a
mass of flowers and shrubbery growing in soil that must have been
brought up from that distant surface of the planet that I had as yet
neither set foot upon nor seen. The section on my left extended in front
of the quarters of several young officers attached to the household of
the king. I call them young because Danus told me they were young, but
they appear to be about the same age as all the other Amtorians I have
seen. They were pleasant fellows, and after I learned to speak their
language we occasionally had friendly chats together.
But in the section at my right I had never seen a human being; and then
one day, when Danus was absent and I was walking alone, I saw a girl
among the flowers there. She did not see me; and I only caught the
briefest glimpse of her, but there was something about her that made me
want to see her again, and thereafter I rather neglected the young
officers on my left.
Though I haunted the end of my veranda next the garden for several days,
I did not again see the girl during all that time. The place seemed
utterly deserted until one day I saw the figure of a man among the
shrubbery. He was moving with great caution, creeping stealthily; and
presently, behind him, I saw another and another, until I had counted
five of them all together.
They were similar to the Vepajans, yet there was a difference. They
appeared coarser, more brutal, than any of the men I had as yet seen;
and in other ways they were dissimilar to Danus, Duran, Kamlot, and my
other Venusan acquaintances. There was something menacing and sinister,
too, in their silent, stealthy movements.
I wondered what they were doing there; and then I thought of the girl,
and for some reason the conclusion was forced upon me that the presence
of these men here had something to do with her, and that it boded her
harm. Just in what way I could not even surmise, knowing so little of
the people among whom fate had thrown me; but the impression was quite
definite, and it excited me. Perhaps it rather overcame my better
judgment, too, if my next act is an index to the matter.
Without thought of the consequences and in total ignorance of the
identity of the men or the purpose for which they were in the garden, I
vaulted the low fence and followed them. I made no noise. They had not
seen me originally because I had been hidden from their view by a larger
shrub that grew close to the fence that separated the garden from my
veranda. It was through the foliage of this shrub that I had observed
them, myself unobserved.
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