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Abruptly Elza said: "I have never really thanked you, Wolfgar. You saved my life there when Tara attacked me." He gestured. "Your thanks are more than such a service deserves." As though the subject had suggested Georg and Maida to him, he added, "I am wondering where Georg Brende and the Princess Maida may be." I fancied then that I saw a quality of wistfulness in his eyes.
And always since I have wondered if he left that scene of death because of the emotion he could not hide. Georg said: "You should not talk, Wolfgar." "But I want to talk. I have only a few minutes. Just these last few minutes I want to talk to my Princess Maida. You'll excuse us the Princess Maida and me won't you? Just for these last few minutes?" We withdrew beyond his fading sight.
Georg said, with a sudden dignity at which I marveled: "Your word is quite enough." He gestured to me. With a last glance at Elza, standing there frightened, but for our sakes striving not to show it, we let this Wolfgar lead us away. Elza later told us what occurred. With her father, she had been twice to the Venus Central State the visit of two years ago Dr.
A circular hat, with a vivid plume. A smooth-shaven face; black hair long to the base of the neck; a deep, red-brown complexion. A native of the Little People of Mars, here in the service of Tarrano. He stood stiff and respectful in the tunnel entrance. Tarrano said crisply: "Wolfgar, take these two men to the fourth tower. Make them comfortable." I met Georg's eyes.
I love you Wolfgar." His voice trailed away; a film was settling over his staring eyes. Then again his lips moved. "Maida says 'I love you, Wolfgar' ... I'm so happy...." Quite suddenly she realized that he was gone. Her pent-up emotion came with a sob. "Wolfgar! My friend my wonderful, loyal friend don't die, Wolfgar! Don't die!" Waters of Eternal Peace Little Wolfgar was gone.
The isolation barrage which Wolfgar had flung around us was dissolving. Someone something was in the room, breaking down the barrage, struggling to get at us. We stood huddled together; Elza clinging to me, Georg beside us, and Wolfgar, gripping the small cylinder which was glowing red in his hand from intense heat. Georg muttered something; the snapping sparks of the barrage blurred his words.
Yet among these gaudily dressed women and men with the luster of wealth and ease upon them, others mingled. Others of a lower class, poorly dressed, with the badge of servitude upon them, enthralled in a social peonage which I did not yet understand. "Slaans," Wolfgar called them. A term half of derision, half contempt. And Wolfgar pointed one out to me.
The barrage was gone; and in a moment she came a white figure appearing there amid the smoke that was rolling out. He rushed to her. A figure wholly encased in white itan fabric with head-mask, and tubes from its generator to supply her with air. Wolfgar had smuggled the equipment in to her for just this emergency. She stood awkwardly beside Georg a grotesque figure hampered by the heavy costume.
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.
That day following the burial of Wolfgar, there was nothing of importance occurred. No news from the Earth could get in. I felt that the Earth might be planning an attack. Probably was, since war had been declared. Yet that of course was months away. Tarrano apparently was engaged in the pleasurable triumph of the coming Water Festival. All day he seemed engaged in planning it.
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