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Updated: June 25, 2025
I could have asked Greys back at the office. But Greys, I knew, would be too busy to bother with me. What could Dr. Brende want of me? I was glad he had sent for me there was nowhere I would rather have gone this particular evening. And it would give me a chance to see Elza again. I could tell by the light-numerals below, that I was now over Maine.
Brende lay prone, with a crimson stain spreading on his white ruffled shirt, and Elza sobbing over him. Outlawed Flight Dr. Brende was dead. We knew it in the moment that followed our sudden assault and capture. Elza knelt there sobbing. Then she stood up, her tears checked; and on her face a look of pathetic determination to repress her grief.
Death, of course. But you won't touch it! You will stand and watch stand silently for you know that if you shout, the vibrations will bring the beam upon you. You won't move you'll stand and watch me kill your Princess Maida not quickly she is too beautiful for that. You, Georg Brende you, Wolfgar, traitor from Mars.
"Because you are an enemy of my world," Georg declared, with more heat than he had yet displayed. "Ah! Patriotism! A good lure for the ignorant masses, that thing they call patriotism. For rulers, a good mask with which to hide their unscrupulous schemes. That's all it is, Georg Brende. Cannot you give me a better reason? You think perhaps I am not sincere?
Brende had been trying to raise Robins but there was still no answer. We did not discuss what might be the trouble. Of what use could such talk be? But it perturbed us, for imagination can picture almost anything. Georg even felt the strain of it, for he said almost gruffly: "Stop it, father. I don't think you should call attention to us so much.
You, Princess Maida you are greatly beloved of your people." "Yes," she said. He nodded. "For that reason they would not like to know you are virtually a captive. And you, Georg Brende really, they are beginning to look on you as a savior to save them from disease and death. It is rather unflattering to me "
Now that we had yielded, the Venus men, searching us for our weapons, cast us loose. We bent over Dr. Brende, Georg and I. Dead. No power in this universe could bring him back to us. Georg pressed his lips tightly together. His face, red from the exertion of his fight, went pale. But he showed no other emotion. And, as he leaned toward me, he whispered: "Got us, Jac! Say nothing.
What was this secret they were discussing? I was the only one in the room who did not know it. And why had Dr. Brende sent for me tonight? I asked him both questions. His face went even more solemn than it had been before. "I sent for you, Jac, because in a measure I anticipated what has now befallen. Danger specifically to us Brendes, I mean. We count you as our friend "
To see the generations come and go frail mortals, while we live on to conquer and to rule the worlds.... Come, what do you say?" "I say no." Tarrano showed no emotion, save perhaps a flicker of admiration. "You are decisive. You have many good qualities, Georg Brende. I wonder if you have any good reasons?"
I remembered the wording of the message of warning from the Central State. "Your Dr. Brende, in Eurasia." I mentioned it. "Our main laboratory is there," Georg said. "In Northern Siberia isolated from people so far as possible, and in a climate advantageous for the work." Elza spoke for the first time in many minutes.
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