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"Well, that comes later. First I must consider the war conspiracy. Have you heard of it?" "There are rumors." "They are true. Will Wasil help me?" "He has worshiped you, my princess, ever since the time I let him help me serve you at the games." "One more question." Sira's eyes were soft and misty. "My dear Mellie, you realize that I may be trailed here? What may happen to you?"
He calculated that Wasil would have at least half an hour's start of him; and that, as he would urge the pony to the top of his speed, he would by this time have joined Sufder; and he was sure that the latter would not lose an instant before starting to meet him.
This note he gave to Wasil, who at once started on foot to join Sufder; who would forward it, by four troopers, to Poona. The next morning he returned and, after purchasing provisions from the countrymen, and lighting a fire for cooking them, he assisted Harry at his stall.
Despite his nausea, Wasil looked happy. "Wilcox tried for me, but I dodged back of those frames. So he tried for me with the neuro. The mob was getting wild outside; there was " He could not finish. There was an explosion that shook the building to its foundations. Tolto came running in. Sira close after him: "Joro is coming. Joro has detonated the warships. The hall guards have surrendered.
Do you promise?" "I promise!" She kissed him on the forehead. "Farewell, Wasil. I have been here two days already far longer than prudence allows. They will be here looking for me. Have you any money?" Wasil produced a roll of I. P. scrip; handed it to her. "Kiss Mellie for me," she called, as she slipped out of the garden.
Sira had reached inside their first defense, however. Wasil was loyal to his salt, but he had both loyalty and affection for Princess Sira. As the day of the interplanetary financial conference leaped into being, he was on his way to the executive hall that lay resplendently on the south canal bank, ready to lay down his life.
And urging further treachery as an act of patriotism! Wasil was not too much excited, however. The disguise the princess had chosen would probably serve her well. Besides, she had promised to keep in retirement as much as possible. Clack! Clack! The electrically controlled lock of the door was opening. Only Wilcox knew the wave combination.
On arriving at the grove where the troop had halted, Harry at once resumed his own clothes; for although in his early days he had been accustomed to be slightly clad, he felt ill at ease riding almost naked. Here, too, he found Wasil, who had ridden with such speed that his pony was too much exhausted for him to ride back with the rest.
She imagined that lovely body down in the muck of the canal, crawled over by slimy things, and she was sick with horror. Mellie lived with her brother, Wasil Hopspur, and her aged mother. Wasil was an accomplished technician in the service of the Interplanetary Radio and Television Co., and his income was ample to provide a better than average home on the desert margin of South Tarog.
"Wasil a technie has managed to broadcast the secret session! That upset their psychology. Oh!" Her face was alight, and she threw up her arms in ecstasy. As quickly she subsided, and tears came to her eyes. "Wasil!" she cried. "If he is dead, Mellie will never forgive me!" "Where is this technie?" Sime asked bruskly. "In the broadcast room. But they have probably killed him." "Never can be sure.
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