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Updated: August 6, 2024
The smell of chemicals was in the air; her skin prickled as with a million tiny needles where sparks now began to snap against it. How long she crouched there, or what was happening, Elza did not know. But presently she heard Tarrano's voice in her ear. "Come, Lady Elza, I must get you out of this." In the darkness his face glowed wraith-like. Then she felt his hand upon her arm.
Tarrano's laugh was grim and triumphant. "Ha! We win there, also! Enough! Nunz? Nunz now you can give me the Earth Council! Where is it sitting? Washington, or Great London?" "Washington, Master." "Very well.... No, never mind connecting me. You speak for me. Tell them I've changed my mind. The Brende model is not coming to Washington. Tell them Georg Brende is lost to them, also.
"With many hours yet before the Earth Council Ultimatum expires, it is unofficially reported that Tarrano has sent his note in answer. Its text, we are reliably informed, is now in the hands of our Governments at Great London, Greater New York, Tokyohama and Mombozo. Helios of it also have been sent to Tarrano's own government of Venus and to the Little People of Mars.
And now a circle-dais from the floor came up to her. She rested upon it; began a slow, sinuous dance; one by one loosening the veils; the red light deepening until it painted her body red in lieu of the draperies. No frivolous mockery here. Intense, smouldering eyes as she held her gaze on Tarrano's face and slowly raised her arms in invitation to him. At her gesture, he rose to his feet.
A man of flabby muscles and gentle voice; seemingly unforceful, and with a personality likable, but hardly dominating. Instinctively I found myself comparing him to Tarrano. Tarrano's strong, wiry body. The flash of his eye; his inscrutability, always suggesting menace; the power, the genius of his personality the force radiating from him which no one could mistake.
And from there, circulated throughout the Earth. The air was full of them. Mysteriously, scenes showing the great Tarrano appeared upon the official news-mirrors; a speech of Tarrano's was once officially broadcasted before its source could be located and stopped.
The white walls of her sleeping room in Tarrano's palace of the City of Ice were stained with the dim red radiance of her night light. She opened her eyes to meet Tarrano's inscrutable face as he bent over her couch; became conscious of his low, insistent, "Wake up, Lady Elza;" and his fingers half caressing the filmy scarf that covered her shoulders.
The assassination of our three rulers leaders of the white, yellow and black races with which Tarrano's campaign in the open had begun those assassinations could never have taken place had not our military organization been diseased. Facts like these were constantly coming to us now, here in the Great City. A brief time of physical inactivity.
I was helpless; my breath was stopped; Tarrano's triumphant face bending over me was fading with my senses. "In just a moment, Lady Elza...." He was telling her calmly that in a moment he would be finished with me. Did the man's egotism, here at the last, delude him into the belief that Elza wanted him to conquer me?
A moment more, and Georg and Maida were taken aboard it. The volan fluttered to the forest unguided and was lost in the black treetops, now no more than a thousand feet below. Surrounded by amazed officials, Maida and Georg entered the patrol vessel. Georg Brende, escaped safely from Tarrano! The Brende secret released from Tarrano's control!
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