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Sometimes as in my jealousy I contemplated Elza with Tarrano now, I felt that he was everything a young girl would fancy. How could she help loving him? At night, when sleep would not come to me, I would lie tossing, thinking of it. Did Elza love me or Tarrano? Once I had thought she loved me. But she had never said so.
From the garden where Tarrano was talking with Elza, the Mars man Wolfgar led us to the tower in which we were to be imprisoned. Quite evidently it had been placed in readiness for us. A tower of several rooms, comfortably equipped. As we crossed the lower bridge and reached the main doorway, Wolfgar unsealed a black fuse-box which stood there, and pulled the relief-switch.
You cannot because you have a weapon destroy a million of your brothers. We realized this. And in the ultimate decision the popular fancy almost of our publics lay our real success or downfall. Tarrano in the popular mind had a tremendous hold. Dispatches from Earth made it plain that upon every street level the people were discussing him.
A feeling of sympathy; a womanly desire to lighten his sorrow; to sympathize and yet to withhold from him the happiness he sought. "I do not love you, Tarrano. But I do respect you. And I am sorry " "Respect! I have told you I can command that from everyone. But love your love " "I would give it if I could, Tarrano." "You mean you're trying to love me and cannot?"
Their bodies, frozen now, slid and fell black plummets hurtling downward through the swirling snow-flakes. Immortal Terror To Elza, approaching with Tarrano on the tiny flying platform the City of Ice, the place seemed truly like a child's dream of Fairyland. The rude snow huts of the Arctic of our Earth were all that she had ever conceived could be built of frozen water.
We were there throughout three entire times of sleep, hours strangely the same in that unaltered polar twilight. During them, with the tower platforms set in a ring about us to make an armed camp, we unloaded our apparatus, erected our power controls, prepared the individual circuits, making ready for our offensive. And still though we, were alert for it no move from Tarrano.
A genius the greatest figure of these three worlds...." My heart sank to hear her say it! "... a genius, Tara. You should be proud to love him...." "You " The woman's writhing fingers seemed about to reach for Elza. I took a sudden step forward, then relaxed. Elza added quickly: "But I would not steal Tarrano from you. Don't you realize that?" "No!" "But it's true." "No! No! You have stolen him!
His arm, swinging backward, warded off Elza's trembling, hesitant blow. The metal block, intended for his head, was knocked from her hand; it fell clattering to the floor. And reaching over, Tarrano gripped the vehicle's control lever, wrenched it bodily from its fastenings! Control of the vehicle was irrevocably lost! We were falling! Breathless moments! Tarrano idly stood apart; his face a mask.
In the sudden silence of the room her voice was low, clear, and steady, though her hands were trembling. "P.C.S. 10.42 Venus helio. 'Defeat! Beware Tarrano! Notify your Dr. Brende in Eurasia, danger." We men stared at each other. But Elza went on reading. "P.C.S. 10.44 Venus helio. 'Lost! No more! Smashing apparatus! The Venus sending station went dark at 10.44.30.
Yet here in the Great City of Venus a curious situation arose. Tarrano himself explained it to us that afternoon. An embarrassing situation for him, he termed it. "Very embarrassing," he said, with eyes that smiled at us quizzically. "Just for your ears alone, you understand, I am willing to admit that I must handle these Great City people very carefully.
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