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Updated: August 19, 2024
"Nothing but red paint to stop their light-rays," he reassured her as he lifted her clear from the ground in a soul-satisfying embrace. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Kondalians staring in open-mouthed amazement at the Skylark. Wheeling swiftly, he laughed as he saw a gigantic ball of frost and snow!
"You do not object to the touch of slaves!" with a wave of his hand toward the Kondalians. "That is what slaves are for," coldly. "Is a Domak to wait upon himself in the court of Mardonale? But to return to the issue. Were I an honored guest this would never have happened.
The navies hunted down and killed what was supposed to be the last one upon Osnome more than a karkam ago, and none have been seen since, until we were attacked...." The gong over the door sounded and the Kondalians leaped to their positions back of the Earthly visitors. The Kofedix went to the door. Nalboon brushed him aside and entered, escorted by a full company of heavily-armed soldiery.
She alighted beside Dunark's vessel, the Kondal, whose gorgeously-decorated crew of high officers sprang to attention as the four men stepped out. All were dressed for the ceremonial leave-taking, the three Americans wearing their spotless white, the Kondalians wearing their most resplendent trappings. "This formal stuff sure does pull my cork!" exclaimed Seaton to Dunark.
"It sure does feel good to get a breath of cool air, folks," he said, as he drew with relief a deep breath of the air, which, at that great elevation, was of an icy temperature and very thin. He glanced at the little group of Kondalians as he spoke, then leaped back to the instrument board with an apology on his lips they were gasping for breath and shivering with the cold.
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.
Soon the space-car came to rest over a great city, and Seaton pointed out the palace; which, with its landing dock nearby, was very similar to that of Nalboon, in the capital city of Mardonale. Crane drew Seaton to one side. "Do you think it is safe to trust these Kondalians, any more than it was the others? How would it be to stay in the Lark instead of going into the palace?"
"Fellow Kondalians, greet the Karfedo Seaton and Crane," he began, his tongue fumbling over the strange names, "of a distant world, the Earth, and the two noble ladies, Miss Vaneman and Miss Spencer, soon to be their Karfediro. "Guests from Earth, allow me to present to you the Kofedir Sitar, the only one of my wives who accompanied me upon our ill-fated hunting expedition."
I don't blame Brookings much, though, at that nobody could believe half of this unless they could actually see it, as we are doing." "I can't understand it," DuQuesne frowned as he considered the situation. "The attackers are Kondalians, all right those ships are developments of the Skylark but I don't get that fort at all. Wonder if it can be the strangers already?
"You tell him, Peggy we both feel the same way." "Dick, you know that we wouldn't want the Kondalians destroyed but the other is so such a well, such an utter shrecklichkeit isn't there some other way out?" "I'm afraid not but if there is any other possible way out, I'll do my da to help find it," he promised. "The ayes have it. Dunark, we'll skip over to that 'X' planet and load you up."
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