Australia -- Fiction; Great Victoria Desert (S.A. and W.A.) -- Fiction; Love stories; Missing persons -- Fiction; Science fiction
So I was compelled to lie there while the beautiful stranger very
tenderly dressed and bandaged the cut on my head. In truth, I doubt
that I would have been able to get up immediately. The touch of her
cool fingers was very light and deft. Once her golden hair brushed
against my cheek. Her nearness was very pleasant. I knew that I loved
her completely, though I had never taken much stock in love at first
sight.
Presently she had finished. Then she said, "When Austen gave me the
books he left a letter for any man of the outside who might happen to
come to Astran. You must come with me to the city, to get it, and to
rest until you can walk without limping so painfully. Then, if you
will, you can go on around the northern pass. Perhaps you can find
Austen. But the Krimlu are mighty. No man of Astran has ever dared
oppose them. No man who has ever gone into that accursed region has
ever been seen again."
CHAPTER V
Astran, the Crystal City
The sun dropped beneath the rim, and the purple dusk began to thicken
and to creep over the valley floor. I took up my precious equipment,
and Melvar and I walked off through the red brush in the direction
of the mountain. The vast strange buildings of the city of gems were
still glowing with soft color, and the cold, bright surface of the
Silver Lake flashed often into sight beyond the rolling eminences.
Presently we came to a well-worn path through the crimson scrub, but I
saw nothing to indicate that anyone had thought of paving or improving
it. But the Astranians did not seem to have much energy for any kind of
public work. Their material civilization appeared to be on a rather low
scale. In fact they supplied their wants in the way of food entirely
with the abundant fruit of the red bushes. As I had guessed from the
girl's remarks, they did not even have the use of fire. Indeed the
great physical and mental development of the race and the splendid city
in which it lived was strangely contrasted with their absolute lack of
scientific knowledge.
Our pace was hastened by thoughts of the terrors that night would
bring, and perhaps because of them, we walked nearer one another, and
presently we were hurrying along, hand in hand. About us the purple
night deepened and, beyond the argent brilliance of the Silver Sea, the
strange evil of the night gathered itself for the attack.
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