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Updated: June 23, 2025
Or his voice, deep and soft as the sitar when it sings of love? His women said some one thing, some another, but none of these ladies were of royal blood, and therefore they knew not. Now one day, the all-privileged jester of the King, said, laughing harshly: "Maharaj, you divert yourself. But how if, while we feast and play, the Far Away Princess glided past and was gone, unknown and unwelcomed?"
Goodbye," and heartless and bloodthirsty Osnomian though she was, Sitar had gone to join the two Terrestrial women. "I didn't want to say much before the girls, but I want to check a couple of ideas with you two. Don't you think it's a safe bet that this bird reported back to his headquarters?" "I have been thinking that very thing," Crane spoke gravely, and Dunark nodded agreement.
Give me my sitar and I will sing bravely. She took the light silver-studded sitar and began a song of the great hero Rajah Rasalu. The hand failed on the strings, the tune halted, checked, and at a low note turned off to the poor little nursery-rhyme about the wicked crow And the wild plums grow in the jungle, only a penny a pound. Only a penny a pound, baba only . . .
He then talked briefly to Dunark in the hand-language, and handed the end of the line to Sitar, who held it while the two men explored the fragments of the strange vessel, gathering up various things of interest as they came upon them. Back in the control-room, Dunark and Sitar let their pressure decrease gradually to that of the terrestrial vessel and removed the face-plates from their helmets.
"At peril of his head," said Wali Dad in English to me, "Thanks to your Government, all our heads are protected, and with the educational facilities at my command" his eyes twinkled wickedly "I might be a distinguished member of the local administration. Perhaps, in time, I might even be a member of a Legislative Council." "Don't speak English," said Lalun, bending over her sitar afresh.
"Now what to do?" "How can we get this salt to Osnome?" asked Dunark whose thoughts were never far from that store of the precious chemical. "You are already crowded, and Sitar and I will crowd you still more. You have no room for additional cargo, and yet much valuable time would be lost in going to Osnome for another vessel." "Yes, and we've got to get a lot of 'X', too.
That instant was enough. In that period a concentrated beam, such as I had no idea could ever be generated, went through the outer and inner screens as though they were not there, through the four-foot arenak of the hull, through the entire central installation, and through the hull on the other side. Sitar and I were wearing suits...." "Say, Mart, that's one bet we overlooked.
Their skins were a light, soft green, tanned to an olive shade by their many fervent suns. Their teeth were a brilliant and shining grass-green. Their eyes and their long, thick hair were a glossy black. The Kondalians looked at the Earthly visitors and at each other, and the women uttered exclamations of horror. "What a frightful light?" exclaimed Sitar. "Please shut it off.
"Now we can surprise those upon the roof. That was why you didn't shoot?" "Yes, I was afraid to risk a shot it would give the whole thing away," Seaton replied, as he threw the unconscious guards out into the grounds and closed the massive door. "Aren't you going to kill them?" asked Sitar, amazement in every feature and a puzzled expression in her splendid eyes.
Wali Dad was always mourning over something or other the country of which he despaired, or the creed in which he had lost faith, or the life of the English which he could by no means understand. Lalun never mourned. She played little songs on the sitar, and to hear her sing, 'O Peacock, cry again, was always a fresh pleasure.
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