A moment later I had descended to the mouth of the tunnel and drawn
Nah-ee-lah into the safety of its interior. My arm was still around
her and hers about me as she stood there sobbing upon my breast. She
was utterly relaxed and her supple body felt so helpless against me
that there was suddenly aroused within me a feeling such as I had
never experienced before—a rather indescribable feeling, yet one
which induced, seemingly, an irresistible and ridiculous desire to go
forth and slay whole armies of men in protection of this little Moon
Maid. It must have been a sudden mental reversion to some ancient
type of crusading ancestor of the Middle Ages—some knight in armor
from whose loins I had sprung, transmitting to me his own flamboyant,
yet none the less admirable, chivalry. The feeling rather surprised
me, for I have always considered myself more or less practical and
hard-headed. But more sober thought finally convinced me that it was
but a nervous reaction from the thrilling moments through which we
had both just passed, coupled with her entire helplessness and
dependence upon me. Be that as it may, I disengaged her arms from
about my neck as gently and as quickly as I could and lowered her
carefully to the floor of the tunnel, so that she sat with her back
leaning against one of the walls.
“You are very brave, Julian,” she said, “and very strong.”
“I am afraid I am not very brave,” I told her. “I am almost weak from
fright even now—I was so afraid that I would not reach you in time,
Nah-ee-lah.”
“It is the brave man who is afraid after the danger is past,” she
said. “He has no time to think of fear until after the happening is
all over. You may have been afraid for me, Julian, but you could not
have been afraid for yourself, or otherwise you would not have taken
the risk of catching me as I fell. Even now I cannot understand how
you were able to hold me.”
“Perhaps,” I reminded her, “I am stronger than the men of Va-nah, for
my earthly muscles are accustomed to overcoming a gravity six times
as great as that upon your world. Had this same accident happened
upon Earth I might not have been able to hold you when you fell.”
CHAPTER IX
AN ATTACK BY KALKARS
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