"And I," said Astris, the captain of the ship that had saved us from the flooded river.
"And I," said Oberon, "shall stay here to watch over Norden, and also to keep in touch with you by wireless. Much may happen before ten suns have risen and set."
Of course, looking back on it now, I can see it was a mad scheme. There were lots of ways in which the civilized race could have used their wonderful powers if they would. It was simply the first idea that came to mind.
Daylight was fading into twilight as we five, three men of Earth and two of Jupiter, with four mechanics, climbed aboard the airship and waved our hands in farewell to the silent crowd around the landing place. We rose, hovered a few moments, and then plunged eastward into the night at two thousand miles an hour.
Utterly fascinating are the thrilling adventures of the Earthmen against the Green Fire and the Red Weed in their desperate attempt to rescue the queen from the Barbarians, as described in next month's WEIRD TALES.
Yule-Horror
By H. P. LOVECRAFT
There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o’er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallowed and old.
There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun’s turning flight,
And chant wild in the woods as they dance round a Yule-altar fungous and white.
To no gale of Earth’s land
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.
