第 11 节
作者:浪剑飞舟      更新:2021-02-18 23:59      字数:9322
  watched her for hours; until finally she was lost in the dim
  vistas of the distance。  The sight was awe…inspiring in the
  extreme as one contemplated this mighty floating funeral pyre;
  drifting unguided and unmanned through the lonely wastes of
  the Martian heavens; a derelict of death and destruction;
  typifying the life story of these strange and ferocious
  creatures into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it。
  Much depressed; and; to me; unaccountably so; I slowly
  descended to the street。  The scene I had witnessed seemed
  to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred
  people; rather than the routing by our green warriors of
  a horde of similar; though unfriendly; creatures。  I could not
  fathom the seeming hallucination; nor could I free myself
  from it; but somewhere in the innermost recesses of my
  soul I felt a strange yearning toward these unknown foemen;
  and a mighty hope surged through me that the fleet would
  return and demand a reckoning from the green warriors
  who had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it。
  Close at my heel; in his now accustomed place; followed
  Woola; the hound; and as I emerged upon the street Sola
  rushed up to me as though I had been the object of some
  search on her part。  The cavalcade was returning to the plaza;
  the homeward march having been given up for that day; nor;
  in fact; was it recommenced for more than a week; owing
  to the fear of a return attack by the air craft。
  Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior to be
  caught upon the open plains with a caravan of chariots and
  children; and so we remained at the deserted city until the
  danger seemed passed。
  As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which
  filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope;
  fear; exultation; and depression; and yet most dominant
  was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just
  as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of
  the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly
  dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green
  Martian females。
  And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender;
  girlish figure; similar in every detail to the earthly women
  of my past life。  She did not see me at first; but just as she
  was disappearing through the portal of the building which
  was to be her prison she turned; and her eyes met mine。
  Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme; her every
  feature was finely chiseled and exquisite; her eyes large and
  lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black;
  waving hair; caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure。
  Her skin was of a light reddish copper color; against which
  the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully
  molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect。
  She was as destitute of clothes as the green Martians who
  accompanied her; indeed; save for her highly wrought ornaments
  she was entirely naked; nor could any apparel have enhanced
  the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure。
  As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide in
  astonishment; and she made a little sign with her free hand;
  a sign which I did not; of course; understand。  Just a moment
  we gazed upon each other; and then the look of hope and
  renewed courage which had glorified her face as she
  discovered me; faded into one of utter dejection; mingled
  with loathing and contempt。  I realized I had not answered her
  signal; and ignorant as I was of Martian customs; I intuitively
  felt that she had made an appeal for succor and protection
  which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented me from answering。
  And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the
  deserted edifice。
  CHAPTER IX
  I LEARN THE LANGUAGE
  As I came back to myself I glanced at Sola; who had
  witnessed this encounter and I was surprised to note a
  strange expression upon her usually expressionless
  countenance。  What her thoughts were I did not know;
  for as yet I had learned but little of the Martian tongue;
  enough only to suffice for my daily needs。
  As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise
  awaited me。  A warrior approached bearing the arms;
  ornaments; and full accouterments of his kind。  These he
  presented to me with a few unintelligible words; and a
  bearing at once respectful and menacing。
  Later; Sola; with the aid of several of the other women;
  remodeled the trappings to fit my lesser proportions; and
  after they completed the work I went about garbed in all the
  panoply of war。
  From then on Sola instructed me in the mysteries of the
  various weapons; and with the Martian young I spent several
  hours each day practicing upon the plaza。  I was not yet
  proficient with all the weapons; but my great familiarity
  with similar earthly weapons made me an unusually apt
  pupil; and I progressed in a very satisfactory manner。
  The training of myself and the young Martians was
  conducted solely by the women; who not only attend to the
  education of the young in the arts of individual defense
  and offense; but are also the artisans who produce every
  manufactured article wrought by the green Martians。  They make
  the powder; the cartridges; the firearms; in fact everything
  of value is produced by the females。  In time of actual warfare
  they form a part of the reserves; and when the necessity
  arises fight with even greater intelligence and ferocity
  than the men。
  The men are trained in the higher branches of the art of war;
  in strategy and the maneuvering of large bodies of troops。
  They make the laws as they are needed; a new law for
  each emergency。  They are unfettered by precedent in
  the administration of justice。  Customs have been handed
  down by ages of repetition; but the punishment for ignoring
  a custom is a matter for individual treatment by a jury of
  the culprit's peers; and I may say that justice seldom
  misses fire; but seems rather to rule in inverse ratio to
  the ascendency of law。  In one respect at least the Martians
  are a happy people; they have no lawyers。
  I did not see the prisoner again for several days subsequent
  to our first encounter; and then only to catch a fleeting
  glimpse of her as she was being conducted to the great
  audience chamber where I had had my first meeting with
  Lorquas Ptomel。  I could not but note the unnecessary
  harshness and brutality with which her guards treated her;
  so different from the almost maternal kindliness which Sola
  manifested toward me; and the respectful attitude of the few
  green Martians who took the trouble to notice me at all。
  I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her
  that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards; and this
  convinced me that they spoke; or at least could make
  themselves understood by a common language。  With this added
  incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities
  to hasten on my education and within a few more days
  I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable
  me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand
  practically all that I heard。
  At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three
  or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young;
  beside Sola and her youthful ward; myself; and Woola the
  hound。  After they had retired for the night it was customary
  for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a
  short time before lapsing into sleep; and now that I could
  understand their language I was always a keen listener;
  although I never proffered any remarks myself。
  On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience
  chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject; and
  I was all ears on the instant。  I had feared to question Sola
  relative to the beautiful captive; as I could not but recall the
  strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first
  encounter with the prisoner。  That it denoted jealousy I could
  not say; and yet; judging all things by mundane standards
  as I still did; I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter
  until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object
  of my solicitude。
  Sarkoja; one of the older women who shared our domicile;
  had been present at the audience as one of the captive's
  guards; and it was toward her the question turned。
  〃When;〃 asked one of the women; 〃will we enjoy the
  death throes of the red one? or does Lorquas Ptomel; Jed;
  intend holding her for ransom?〃
  〃They have decided to carry her with us back to Thark;
  and exhibit her last agonies at the great games before Tal
  Hajus;〃 replied Sarkoja。
  〃What will be the manner of her going out?〃 inquired
  Sola。  〃She is very small and very beautiful; I had hoped that
  they would hold her for ransom。〃
  Sarkoja and the other women grunted angrily at this evidence
  of weakness on the part of Sola。
  〃It is sad; Sola; th