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Updated: June 25, 2025
Promise them that the Brende secret is going to Mars. Assure them they will have everlasting life for everyone.... Wohl!" "Master?" "Give me the Cave Station." The mirror went dark. Then it turned a dazzling yellow. A cavern in the interior of Mars. A dark scene of wavering yellow torches. Around a table of instruments sat a score of hairless men.
I descended presently, and located the small two-mile island which Dr. Brende owned and upon which he lived. It was 10:20 when I came down to find them waiting for me on the runway. The doctor held out both his hands. "Good enough, Jac. I got your code we've been waiting for you." "It's crowded," I said. "Heavy up to Boston. And they wouldn't let me go high." He nodded.
I could never fathom this air navigation; I flew by tower lights, and landmarks but to Dr. Brende and Georg, the mathematics of it were simple. At two o'clock we had crossed the route of the Chicago-Great London Mail flyer. But we did not see the vessel. The temperature was growing steadily colder. The pit was inclosed, and I switched on the heaters.
Their rule started auspiciously, for by a series of speeches a reorganization of money payments the slaans seemed well satisfied. Loyal, and with a growing patriotism, an eagerness to help in the coming war with Tarrano. Georg without actually saying so made them believe that the only hope of everlasting life was the recovery from Tarrano of the Brende model.
The luxury the license-of the ruling class had been no fault of hers. She promised fair treatment now to the slaans. She was to marry Georg Brende, the Earth man. Maida did marry Georg. With the many stirring events a time when disaster and death threatened us all so soon to follow, I shall not pause to describe the wedding. A quaint, yet magnificent spectacle.
The shadow of a smile crossed Georg's face. "We shall be glad to have you set us free." Tarrano remained grave. "You are a humorist. And a clever young fellow, Georg Brende. You as Elza's brother and as your father's son with your medical knowledge you can be of great use to me. Suppose I offer you a place by my side always? To share with me and with the Lady Elza these conquests.... Wait!
Tarrano was evidently in a mood of high good humor. "You welcome me prettily, Tara." She had flung her arms about him. "Tara, my dear is " "Master you come but in time. They are working the Brende instrument. Already they have " "They? Who?" He frowned. His words were hard and cold as the ice-blocks around him. "Woolff. And the son of Cretar. Many of them using it now!"
Man lifts himself the individual must look out for himself not for others. Each man to his destiny and the weak go down and the strong go up. It is the way of all life animal and human. It always has been and it always will be. The way of the universe. You are very young, Georg Brende." "Perhaps," Georg said, and fell silent. Tarrano abruptly rose to his feet.
Both visible from direct helios at that moment Red Mars, from this mountain top, glowing like the tip of an arrant-cylinder up there. In the brief time since the party had left Washington, the worlds had been notified. The eyes and ears of the millions of three planets were waiting to see and hear this Georg Brende and this Princess Maida.
Brende had mentioned to me, and a former one. It was upon this first trip Elza had met Tarrano. He was an under-officer then, in the Army of the Central State his name then was Taro. She herself no more than a slip of a girl at that time remembered him as a queerly silent young man insignificant in physique and manner.
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