Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Venus (Planet) -- Fiction
Finally he bumped against the rocky and precipitous sides of the island,
but misjudging his location he had to paddle nearly clear around the
island before he came to the landing beach. This gained, he pulled his
craft ashore, and groped his way up the narrow path to the summit,
thence across the lawns, which sloped gently down toward the center of
the island, where lay a little pond with Luno Castle standing beside it.
Myles ran into several shrubs, got completely mixed up as to his
directions, and finally fell into the pond. This gave him a new starting
point from which to orient himself. Walking around its edge, with one
foot in the water, he would diverge outward from time to time, until at
last his groping hand touched a wall of masonry. It was his castle! He
was home! But what did that home hold? His heart beat tumultuously with
anticipation.
Feeling his way along the wall, he came to the steps, and crawled up
them to the great arched doorway. The door was closed, but not locked.
Myles flung it open softly, and entered, closing it behind him. Then
closing his eyes, he turned an electric switch, flooding the hall with
the light of many vapor-lamps.
Gradually opening his eyelids, he glanced around him. Everywhere was the
musty odor of unoccupancy. He had expected either his family or a sacked
and ruined castle; he had found neither.
It would not do for the surrounding populace to discover his return
until he was ready; so he hastily found a flashlight, and then switched
off the vapor-lamps again.
Flash-light in hand, he made a tour of the castle. Everything was in
perfect order. Lilla was a good housekeeper, and had evidently been
given plenty of time by Yuri to prepare for her departure. This spoke
volumes for her safety and that of the baby king.
Myles even found his own rooms undisturbed. This surprised him greatly.
He had not expected this much consideration from Yuri. But then he
reflected that Yuri must have been pretty sure that he would not return
from the earth, and had wanted to do nothing to antagonize Lilla any
more than absolutely necessary. This time Yuri had been playing the game
of love-and-empire with a little more finesse than usual.
Myles, in his own dressing room, switched on the light; this was safe,
as its windows opened only onto the courtyard. Then he bathed, shaved,
trimmed his hair, and donned a blue-bordered toga, in place of his
leather Vairking tunic. On his head he placed a radio headset of the
sort which he had devised shortly after his first advent on Poros, to
enable him to talk with the earless and voiceless Cupians and Formians.
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