As Kamlot was carried in front of me, I had an opportunity to observe
the physical characteristics of these strange creatures into whose hands
we had fallen. They had low, receding foreheads, huge, beaklike noses,
and undershot jaws; their eyes were small and close set, their ears flat
and slightly pointed. Their chests were large and shaped like those of
birds, and their arms were very long, ending in long-fingered,
heavy-nailed hands. The lower part of the torso was small, the hips
narrow, the legs very short and stocky, ending in three-toed feet
equipped with long, curved talons. Feathers grew upon their heads
instead of hair. When they were excited, as when they attacked us, these
feathers stand erect, but ordinarily they lie flat. They are all alike;
commencing near the root they are marked with a band of white, next
comes a band of black, then another of white, and the tip is red.
Similar feathers also grow at the lower extremity of the torso in front,
and there is another, quite large bunch just above the buttocks—a
gorgeous tail which they open into a huge pompon when they wish to show
off.
Their wings, which consist of a very thin membrane supported on a light
framework, are similar in shape to those of a bat and do not appear
adequate to the support of the apparent weight of the creatures’ bodies,
but I was to learn later that this apparent weight is deceptive, since
their bones, like the bones of true birds, are hollow.
The creatures carried us a considerable distance, though how far I do
not know. We were in the air fully eight hours; and, where the forest
permitted, they flew quite rapidly. They seemed utterly tireless, though
Kamlot and I were all but exhausted long before they reached their
destination. The ropes beneath our arms cut into our flesh, and this
contributed to our exhaustion as did our efforts to relieve the agony by
seizing the ropes above us and supporting the weight of our bodies with
our hands.
But, as all things must, this hideous journey ended at last Suddenly we
broke from the forest and winged out across a magnificent land-locked
harbor, and for the first time I looked upon the waters of a Venusan
sea. Between two points that formed the harbor’s entrance I could see it
stretching away as far as the eye could reach—mysterious, intriguing,
provocative. What strange lands and stranger people lay off there beyond
the beyond? Would I ever know?
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