Part 10 (1/2)
”Nothing would, father,” Alan interrupted. ”There wouldn't be time. And even if this expedition of Tao's were destroyed, I don't see why that's any guarantee another attempt would not be made. Miela doesn't, either, and she ought to know.
”Besides, don't you see, Bob”--he turned to me earnestly--”I can't have the eyes of the world turned on Miela and her affairs? Why, think of it--this little woman sent to Was.h.i.+ngton, questioned, photographed, written about, made sport of, perhaps, in the newspapers! And all for nothing. It is unthinkable.”
”You may be right, my boy,” said the professor sadly. ”I am giving in to you, but I still--”
”The thing has come to me,” said Alan. ”A duty--a responsibility put squarely up to me. I've accepted it. I'll do my best all the way.”
A week after Alan and Miela were married the report came that the Mercutians had suddenly departed, abandoning, after partly destroying, their apparatus. The world for a few days was in trepidation, fearing a report that they had landed somewhere else, but no such report came.
Three days later Alan and Miela followed them into s.p.a.ce.
Professor Newland, Beth and I went up the bayou with them that morning they left. We were a solemn little party, none of us seemingly wis.h.i.+ng to voice the thoughts that possessed us all.
Professor Newland never spoke once during the trip. When the moment of final parting came he kissed Miela quietly, and, pressing Alan's hand, said simply: ”Good luck, my boy. We appreciate what you are doing for us.
Come back, some day, if you can.”
Then he faced about abruptly and trudged back to the launch alone, as pathetic a figure as I have ever seen. We all exchanged our last good-bys, little Beth in tears clinging to Alan, and then kissing Miela and making her promise some day to come back with Alan when he had accomplished his mission.
Then they entered the vehicle. Its heavy door closed. A moment later it rose silently--slowly at first, then with increasing velocity until we could see it only as a little speck in the air above us. And then it was gone.
CHAPTER XII.
THE LANDING ON MERCURY.
_(Narrative continued by Alan Newland.)_
With hardly more than a perceptible tremor our strange vehicle came to rest upon the surface of Mercury. For a moment Miela and I stood regarding each other silently. Then she left her station at the levers of the mechanism and placed her hands gently on my shoulders. ”You are welcome, my husband, here to my world.”
I kissed her glowing, earnest face. We had reached our journey's end. My work was about to begin--upon my own efforts now depended the salvation of that great world I had left behind. What difficulties, what dangers, would I have to face, here among the people of this strange planet? I thrilled with awe at the thought of it; and I prayed G.o.d then to hold me firm and steadfast to my purpose.
Miela must have divined my thoughts, for she said simply: ”You will have great power here, Alan; and it is in my heart that you will succeed.”
We slid back one of the heavy metallic curtains and looked out through the thick gla.s.s of the window. It was daylight--a diffused daylight like that of a cloudy midday on my own earth. An utterly barren waste met my gaze.
We seemed to have landed in a narrow valley. Huge cliffs rose on both sides to a height of a thousand feet or more.
These cliffs, as well as the floor of the valley itself, shone with a brilliant glare, even in the half light of the sunless day. They were not covered with soil, but seemed rather to be almost entirely metallic, copper in color. The whole visible landscape was devoid of any sign of vegetation, nor was there a single living thing in sight.
I shuddered at the inhospitable bleakness of it.
”Where are we, Miela?”
She smiled at my tone. It was my first sight of Mercury except vague, distant glimpses of its surface through the mist coming down.
”You do not like my world?”
She was standing close beside me, and at her smiling words raised one of her glorious red wings and spread it behind me as though for protection.