The facade presented to
my view was ornately carved and of most irregular design, the roof
line being so broken as to almost suggest a ruin, and yet the whole
seemed harmonious and not without beauty. Within the enclosure grew
a number of trees and shrubs, all weirdly strange and all, or
almost all, profusely flowering. About them wound walks of coloured
pebbles among which scintillated what appeared to be rare and
beautiful gems, so lovely were the strange, unearthly rays that
leaped and played in the sunshine.
The old man spoke again, peremptorily this time, as though
repeating a command that had been ignored, but again I shook my
head. Then he laid a hand upon one of his two swords, but as he
drew the weapon I leaped to my feet, with such remarkable results
that I cannot even now say which of us was the more surprised. I
must have sailed ten feet into the air and back about twenty feet
from where I had been sitting; then I was sure that I was upon Mars
(not that I had for one instant doubted it), for the effects of the
lesser gravity, the colour of the sward and the skin-hue of the red
Martians I had seen described in the manuscripts of John Carter,
those marvellous and as yet unappreciated contributions to the
scientific literature of a world. There could be no doubt of it, I
stood upon the soil of the Red Planet, I had come to the world of
my dreams—to Barsoom.
So startled was the old man by my agility that he jumped a bit
himself, though doubtless involuntarily, but, however, with certain
results. His spectacles tumbled from his nose to the sward, and
then it was that I discovered that the pitiful old wretch was
practically blind when deprived of these artificial aids to vision,
for he got to his knees and commenced to grope frantically for the
lost glasses, as though his very life depended upon finding them in
the instant.
Possibly he thought that I might take advantage of his
helplessness and slay him. Though the spectacles were enormous and
lay within a couple of feet of him he could not find them, his
hands, seemingly afflicted by that strange perversity that
sometimes confounds our simplest acts, passing all about the lost
object of their search, yet never once coming in contact with
it.
As I stood watching his futile efforts and considering the
advisability of restoring to him the means that would enable him
more readily to find my heart with his sword point, I became aware
that another had entered the enclosure.
Looking towards the building I saw a large red-man running
rapidly towards the little old man of the spectacles. The newcomer
was quite naked, he carried a club in one hand, and there was upon
his face such an expression as unquestionably boded ill for the
helpless husk of humanity grovelling, mole-like, for its lost
spectacles.
My first impulse was to remain neutral in an affair that it
seemed could not possibly concern me and of which I had no
slightest knowledge upon which to base a predilection towards
either of the parties involved; but a second glance at the face of
the club-bearer aroused a question as to whether it might not
concern me after all.
There was that in the expression upon the man's face that
betokened either an inherent savageness of disposition or a
maniacal cast of mind which might turn his evidently murderous
attentions upon me after he had dispatched his elderly victim,
while, in outward appearance at least, the latter was a sane and
relatively harmless individual. It is true that his move to draw
his sword against me was not indicative of a friendly disposition
towards me, but at least, if there were any choice, he seemed the
lesser of two evils.
He was still groping for his spectacles and the naked man was
almost upon him as I reached the decision to cast my lot upon the
side of the old man. I was twenty feet away, naked and unarmed, but
to cover the distance with my Earthly muscles required but an
instant, and a naked sword lay by the old man's side where he had
discarded it the better to search for his spectacles. So it was
that I faced the attacker at the instant that he came within
striking distance of his victim, and the blow which had been
intended for another was aimed at me. I side-stepped it and then I
learned that the greater agility of my Earthly muscles had its
disadvantages as well as its advantages, for, indeed, I had to
learn to walk at the very instant that I had to learn to fight with
a new weapon against a maniac armed with a bludgeon, or at least,
so I assumed him to be and I think that it is not strange that I
should have done so, what with his frightful show of rage and the
terrible expression upon his face.
As I stumbled about endeavouring to accustom myself to the new
conditions, I found that instead of offering any serious opposition
to my antagonist I was hard put to it to escape death at his hands,
so often did I stumble and fall sprawling upon the scarlet sward;
so that the duel from its inception became but a series of efforts,
upon his part to reach and crush me with his great club, and upon
mine to dodge and elude him. It was mortifying but it is the
truth.
However, this did not last indefinitely, for soon I learned, and
quickly too under the exigencies of the situation, to command my
muscles, and then I stood my ground and when he aimed a blow at me,
and I had dodged it, I touched him with my point and brought blood
along with a savage roar of pain. He went more cautiously then, and
taking advantage of the change I pressed him so that he fell back.
The effect upon me was magical, giving me new confidence, so that I
set upon him in good earnest, thrusting and cutting until I had him
bleeding in a half-dozen places, yet taking good care to avoid his
mighty swings, any one of which would have felled an ox.
In my attempts to elude him in the beginning of the duel we had
crossed the enclosure and were now fighting at a considerable
distance from the point of our first meeting. It now happened that
I stood facing towards that point at the moment that the old man
regained his spectacles, which he quickly adjusted to his eyes.
Immediately he looked about until he discovered us, whereupon he
commenced to yell excitedly at us at the same time running in our
direction and drawing his short-sword as he ran. The red-man was
pressing me hard, but I had gained almost complete control of
myself, and fearing that I was soon to have two antagonists instead
of one I set upon him with redoubled intensity. He missed me by the
fraction of an inch, the wind in the wake of his bludgeon fanning
my scalp, but he left an opening into which I stepped, running my
word fairly through his heart. At least I thought that I had
pierced his heart but I had forgotten what I had once read in one
of John Carter's manuscripts to the effect that all the Martian
internal organs are not disposed identically with those of
Earthmen. However, the immediate results were quite as satisfactory
as though I had found his heart for the wound was sufficiently
grievous to place him hors de combat, and at that instant the old
gentleman arrived. He found me ready, but I had mistaken his
intentions. He made no unfriendly gestures with his weapon, but
seemed to be trying to convince me that he had no intention of
harming me. He was very excited and apparently tremendously annoyed
that I could not understand him, and perplexed, too. He hopped
about screaming strange sentences at me that bore the tones of
peremptory commands, rabid invective and impotent rage. But the
fact that he had returned his sword to its scabbard had greater
significance than all his jabbering, and when he ceased to yell at
me and commenced to talk in a sort of pantomime I realized that he
was making overtures of peace if not of friendship, so I lowered my
point and bowed. It was all that I could think of to assure him
that I had no immediate intention of spitting him.
He seemed satisfied and at once turned his attention to the
fallen man. He examined his pulse and listened to his heart, then,
nodding his head, he arose and taking a whistle from one of his
pocket pouches sounded a single loud blast.
There emerged immediately from one of the surrounding buildings
a score of naked red-men who came running towards us. None was
armed. To these he issued a few curt orders, whereupon they
gathered the fallen one in their arms and bore him off. Then the
old man started towards the building, motioning me to accompany
him.
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