“You are Carson of Venus,” he said. It was a statement, not a question.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“Taman told me. He sent me to bring you to Korva. There will be a great procession as you and your princess ride on a mighty gantor along the boulevards of Sanara to the palace of the jong.”
“That will be very nice,” I said; “but in the meantime will you please tell me who is poking me in the back, and why?”
At that the fish suddenly disappeared. I looked around, and saw a dozen armed men standing over us. One of them had been prodding me in the back with a three-pronged spear. Duare was sitting up, an expression of consternation on her face. I sprang to my feet. A dozen spears menaced me. Two warriors were standing over Duare, their tridents poised above her heart. I could have drawn my pistol; but I did not dare use it. Before I could have killed them all, one of us would have been killed. I could not take the chance, with Duare’s life at stake.
As I looked at the warriors, I suddenly realized that there was something very peculiar and inhuman about them. They had gills, which their heavy beards did not conceal; and their fingers and toes were webbed. Then I recalled the fish which had come out of the stream and talked to me—I slept, and I was still dreaming! That made me smile.
“What are you smiling about?” demanded one of the warriors. “Me?”
“I am laughing at myself,” I said. “I am having such an amusing dream.”
Duare looked at me wide-eyed. “What is the matter with you, Carson?” she demanded. “What has happened to you?”
“Nothing, except that it was very stupid of me to fall asleep. I wish that I could wake up.”
“You are awake, Carson. Look at me! Tell me that you are all right.”
“Do you mean to tell me that you see what I see?” I demanded, nodding toward the warriors.
“We both slept, Carson; but now we are awake—and we are prisoners.”
“Yes, you are prisoners,” said the warrior who had spoken before. “Come along with us, now.”
Duare arose and came and stood close to me. They did not try to prevent her. “Why do you want to make us prisoners?” she asked the warrior. “We have done nothing. We were lost in a great storm, and we landed here for food and water. Let us go our way. You have nothing to fear from us.”
“We must take you to Mypos,” replied the warrior. “Tyros will decide what is to be done with you. I am only a warrior. It is not for me to decide.”
“Who are Mypos and Tyros?” asked Duare.
“Mypos is the king’s city, and Tyros is the king.” He said jong.
“Do you think he will let us go then?”
“No,” said the warrior. “Tyros the Bloody releases no captives. You will be slaves. The man may be killed at once, or later, but Tyros will not kill you.”
The men were armed with tridents, swords, and daggers; they had no firearms. I thought I saw a possibility for Duare’s escape. “I can hold them off with my pistol,” I whispered, “while you make a run for the anotar.”
“And then what?” she demanded.
“Perhaps you can find Korva. Fly south for twenty-four hours. You should be over a great ocean by that time; then fly west.”
“And leave you here?”
“I can probably kill them all; then you can land and pick me up.”
Duare shook her head. “I shall remain with you.”
“What are you whispering about?” demanded the warrior.
“We were wondering if you might let us take our anotar with us,” said Duare.
“What would we do with that thing in Mypos?”
“Maybe Tyros would like to see it, Ulirus,” suggested another warrior.
Ulirus shook his head. “We could never get it through the forest,” he said; then he turned suddenly on me. “How did you get it here?” he demanded.
“Come and get in it and I’ll show you,” I told him. If I could only get him into the anotar, along with Duare, it would be a long time before Ulirus would see Mypos again; and we would never see it. But Ulirus was suspicious.
“You can tell me how you did it,” he countered.
“We flew it here from a country thousands of miles away,” I told him.
“Flew it?” he demanded. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. We get in it, and it flies up into the air and takes us wherever we wish to go.”
“Now you are lying to me.”
“Let me show you. My mate and I will take it up into the air, and you can see it with your own eyes.”
“No. If you are telling me the truth about the thing, you would never come back.”
Well, finally they did help me shove the anotar among a clump of trees and fasten it down. I told them their jong would want to see it, and if they let anything happen to it he’d be very angry. That got them, for they were evidently terribly afraid of this Tyros the Bloody.
We started off through the forest with warriors in front and behind us. Ulirus walked beside me. He wasn’t a bad sort. He told me, in a whisper, that he’d like to let us go; but that he was afraid to, as Tyros would be sure to learn of it; and that would be the end of Ulirus. He was much interested in my blond hair and blue eyes, and asked me many questions about the country from which I came.
I was equally interested in him and his fellows. They all had beautiful physiques—smooth-flowing muscles and not an ounce of unnecessary fat; but their faces were most peculiar. Their full black beards and their gills I have already mentioned; these, with their protruding lips and pop eyes, resulted in a facial pulchritude of something less than zero.
“They look like fish,” Duare whispered to me.
Just how piscine these Myposans were we were to learn later.
IV
We followed a well marked trail through the forest, a typical Amtorian forest, a forest of exquisite loveliness. The lacquer-like bark of the trees was of many colors, and the foliage of soft pastel shades—heliotrope, mauve, violet. Flowering parasitic plants added to the riot of color, flaunting blooms beside which our most gorgeous Earthly orchids would have appeared as drab as a church mouse at a Mardi Gras.
There are many types of forests on Venus, as there are on Earth; but this through which we were passing is the most common, while the most awe inspiring and amazing are those such as cover Vepaja, the tops of which rise fully five thousand feet above the ground, and whose trees are of such enormous girth that, as at Kooaad, the palace of a king is carved within one a thousand feet from its base.
I am an inveterate worshipper of beauty; so that even though Duare and I were marching to an unknown fate, I could still be thrilled by that which met my eyes on every side. I could still wonder at and admire the gaily plumaged birds and insects and the tiny flying lizards which flitted from flower to flower in the eternal routine of pollination, but I could also wonder why Ulirus had not taken my pistol from me.
Perhaps there are few people more gifted with telepathic powers than I, yet I do not always profit by my knowledge. Had I, I should not then have thought about my pistol, for while I was wondering why Ulirus had not taken it from me, he pointed to it and asked me what it was. Of course it might have been only coincidence.
“It is a charm,” I told him, “which protects me from evil.”
“Let me have it,” he said, holding out a hand.
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t do anything like that to you, Ulirus,” I said, “for you have been very decent to my mate and me.”
“What do you mean?” he demanded. Several of the other warriors were looking on interestedly.
“This is my personal charm,” I explained; “anyone else touching it might die.” After all it was not exactly a lie. “However, if you would like to take the chance, you may.” I took the weapon from its holster and proffered it to him.
He hesitated a moment. The other warriors were watching him. “Some other time,” he said; “we must be getting on to Mypos now.”