"Togaro!" His words, the implication of which escaped me then, brought
a horror to her. "Togaro, we will depart without getting larger?"
He did not answer, he merely laughed and said, "Wait and see, Dianne.
Look now; my loyal followers are arriving."
The giants, clustered with their tiny human freight, came wading. They
stood in the lashed blood-red waters; then came aboard.
The ship resounded with the turmoil of their arrival. They thronged the
corridors; their tiny human burdens were taken from them and herded
like ants into the various cabins. One of the giants, still littered,
came to our door and spoke to Togaro. I saw him as a fellow about
Togaro's own height. The people he was carrying were as small as I now
was myself. He presently turned and went away.
The embarkation proceeded. For ten minutes or so, Togaro left Dianne
and went outside. He commanded her to stay by the window; and with the
guard doubly watchful, she obeyed.
Nor did I move. I saw Togaro outside, standing in the water. His figure
grew so monstrous beside the ship that only the lower part of his legs
was visible. He was searching the horizon, no doubt, to make sure that
no more of his men were coming. Then, after a moment, he was dwindling.
He came aboard in his former size.
"All are aboard, little Dianne. We are ready to make the final start."
She said, with a frightened hush to her voice: "Start away in space,
Togaro?"
"No!" he said grimly. "We shall stay here, Dianne, resting upon the
curve of your little world--and grow a little larger. Why not?"
She could find no words. He added, "We're leaving this world Mita
forever, Dianne."
She burst out, with more anger than horror this time--but I knew it was
a pretended anger, and that horror was sweeping her. "Why not, indeed!
Bring death here to no purpose--why not?"
"I'll tell you," he said: "I would have ruled your world, with you
as my queen. Your people would not have me. Rejected me--made me an
outcast. Now they shall pay for it!"
He said it with a horrible, calm grimness. "Pay for it, Dianne, by
dying! Death at the hand of Togaro. Vengeance of Togaro. Ten million
people die, because Togaro is angry!"
It struck her silent; she stood white and silent and helpless beside
him. And as though Fate were determined to keep me helpless also, the
guard at the door stood with renewed alertness, his gaze searching the
room.
CHAPTER XXIII
_Doomed Little Planet!_
The last scenes upon the planet Mita, as it was given to me to witness
them, were unfolded now beyond this window through which I was gazing.
I suppose it took another hour. It might have been far longer.
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