can we be?" I asked, turning to Perry.
For some moments the old man did not reply. He stood with bowed head,
buried in deep thought. But at last he spoke.
"David," he said, "I am not so sure that we are ON earth."
"What do you mean Perry?" I cried. "Do you think that we are dead, and
this is heaven?" He smiled, and turning, pointing to the nose of the
prospector protruding from the ground at our backs.
"But for that, David, I might believe that we were indeed come to the
country beyond the Styx. The prospector renders that theory
untenable--it, certainly, could never have gone to heaven. However I
am willing to concede that we actually may be in another world from
that which we have always known. If we are not ON earth, there is
every reason to believe that we may be IN it."
"We may have quartered through the earth's crust and come out upon some
tropical island of the West Indies," I suggested. Again Perry shook
"Let us wait and see, David," he replied, "and in the meantime suppose
we do a bit of exploring up and down the coast--we may find a native
who can enlighten us."
As we walked along the beach Perry gazed long and earnestly across the
water. Evidently he was wrestling with a mighty problem.
"David," he said abruptly, "do you perceive anything unusual about the
As I looked I began to appreciate the reason for the strangeness of the
landscape that had haunted me from the first with an illusive
suggestion of the bizarre and unnatural--THERE WAS NO HORIZON! As far
as the eye could reach out the sea continued and upon its bosom floated
tiny islands, those in the distance reduced to mere specks; but ever
beyond them was the sea, until the impression became quite real that
one was LOOKING UP at the most distant point that the eyes could
fathom--the distance was lost in the distance. That was all--there was
no clear-cut horizontal line marking the dip of the globe below the
line of vision.
"A great light is commencing to break on me," continued Perry, taking
out his watch. "I believe that I have partially solved the riddle. It
is now two o'clock. When we emerged from the prospector the sun was
directly above us. Where is it now?"
I glanced up to find the great orb still motionless in the center of
the heaven. And such a sun! I had scarcely
As she neared them Tara of Helium turned toward her with a smile and a happy greeting, while her guards knelt with bowed heads in willing and voluntary adoration of the beloved of Helium.Page 31
He turned angry eyes upon the girl above him, voiced a single ominous growl, and slunk away toward the hills.Page 42
"And hers?" "I do not know.Page 54
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Tara tested the control, raising and lowering the ship a few feet within the walled space.Page 79
Within each enclosure surrounding the towers grovelled the rykors, repellent, headless things, beautiful yet hideous.Page 85
The party of horsemen did not return.Page 88
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Men and women looked down upon him from shadowy balconies, but spoke not; and sentinels saw him pass and did not challenge.Page 91
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The first door they tried was unlatched, and through this the two bore their grisly burden into a small room lighted by a single window.Page 116
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He would question them.Page 127
" O-Tar looked long at U-Thor, but he made no reply.Page 147
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Gahan's victorious players rushed forward in a body, sweeping The Keeper of the Towers from his feet.Page 183
"And you will go again?" "Yes.Page 185
" "What do you here?" demanded Gahan.Page 190
Look for me in the throne room of O-Tar the night that he would wed you.