Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
I had never been beyond the buildings, nor had I seen beyond, since
there were no windows in the outside walls of any of the structures and
upon the garden side the trees had grown to such a height that they
obstructed all view beyond them. For a time we walked in another garden
just inside the outer wall, and then I asked Ras Thavas if I might go
even beyond this.
“No,” he said. “It would not be safe.”
“And why not?” I asked.
“I will show you and at the same time give you a much broader view of
the outside world than you could obtain by merely passing through the
gate. Come, follow me!”
He led me immediately to a lofty tower that rose at the corner of the
largest building of the group that comprised his vast establishment.
Within was a circular runway which led not only upward, but down as
well. This we ascended, passing openings at each floor, until we came at
last out upon its lofty summit.
About me spread the first Barsoomian landscape of any extent upon which
my eyes had yet rested during the long months that I had spent upon the
Red Planet. For almost an Earthly year I had been immured within the
grim walls of Ras Thavas’ bloody laboratory, until, such creatures of
habit are we, the weird life there had grown to seem quite natural and
ordinary; but with this first glimpse of open country there surged up
within me an urge for freedom, for space, for room to move about, such
as I knew would not be long denied.
Directly beneath lay an irregular patch of rocky land elevated perhaps a
dozen feet or more above the general level of the immediately
surrounding country. Its extent was, at a rough guess, a hundred acres.
Upon this stood the buildings and grounds, which were enclosed in a high
wall. The tower upon which we stood was situated at about the centre of
the total area enclosed. Beyond the outer wall was a strip of rocky
ground on which grew a sparse forest of fair sized trees interspersed
with patches of a jungle growth, and beyond all, what appeared to be an
oozy marsh through which were narrow water courses connecting occasional
open water—little lakes, the largest of which could have comprised
scarce two acres. This landscape extended as far as the eye could reach,
broken by occasional islands similar to that upon which we were and at a
short distance by the skyline of a large city, whose towers and domes
and minarets glistened and sparkled in the sun as though plated with
shining metals and picked out with precious gems.
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