Astounding Stories of Super-Science, March 1930, by Astounding Stories is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . Brigands of the Moon: Chapter VI. Astounding Stories of Super-Science, March 1930: Brigands of the Moon - CHAPTER VII. Unspoken Love UNSPOKEN love! I think if I had yielded to the impulse of my heart, I would have poured out all those protestations of a lover’s ecstasy, incongruous here upon this starlit public deck, to a girl I hardly knew. I think, too, she might have received them with a tender acquiescence. The starlight was mirrored in her dark eyes. Misty eyes, with great reaches of unfathomable space in their depths. Yet I felt their tenderness. Unfathomable strangeness of love! Who am I to write of it, with all the poets of all the ages striving to express the unexpressible? A bond, strangely fashioned by nature, between me and this little dark-haired Earth beauty. As though marked by the stars we were destined to be lovers.... Thus ran the romance of my unspoken thoughts. But I was sitting quietly in the deck chair, striving to regard her gentle beauty impersonally. And saying: “But Miss Prince, why are you and your brother going to Ferrok-Shahn? His business––” Even as I voiced it, I hated myself for such a question. So nimble is the human mind that mingled with my rhapsodies of love was my need for information of George Prince.... “Oh,” she said, “this is pleasure, not business, for George.” It seemed to me that a shadow crossed her expressive face. But it was gone in an instant, and she smiled. “We have always wanted to travel. We are alone in the world, you know––our parents died when we were children.” IFILLED in her pause. “You will like Mars––so many interesting things to see.” She nodded. “Yes, I understand so. Our Earth is so much the same all over, cast all in one mould.” “But a hundred or two hundred years ago it was not, Miss Prince. I have read how the picturesque Orient, differing from––well, Great-New York, or London, for instance––” “Transportation did that,” she interrupted eagerly. “Made everything the same––the people all look alike––dress alike.” We discussed it. She had an alert, eager mind, childlike with its curiosity, yet strangely matured. And her manner was naïvely earnest. Yet this was no clinging vine, this little Anita Prince. There was a firmness, a hint of masculine strength in her chin, and in her manner. “If I were a man, what wonders I could achieve in this marvelous age!” Her sense of humor made her laugh at herself. “Easy for a girl to say that,” she added. “You have greater wonders to achieve, Miss Prince,” I said impulsively. “Yes? What are they?” She had a very frank and level gaze, devoid of coquetry. My heart was pounding. “The wonders of the next generation. A little son, cast in your own gentle image––” What madness, this clumsy brash talk! I choked it off. BUT she took no offense. The dark rose-petals of her cheeks were mantled deeper red, but she laughed. “That is true.” She turned abruptly serious. “I should not laugh. The wonders of the next generation––conquering humans marching on....” Her voice trailed away. My hand went to her arm. Strange tingling something which poets call love! It burned and surged from my trembling fingers into the flesh of her forearm. The starlight glowed in her eyes. She seemed to be gazing, not at the silver-lit deck, but away into distant reaches of the future. And she murmured: “A little son, cast in my own gentle image. But with the strength of his father....” Our moment. Just a breathless moment given us as we sat there with my hand burning her arm, as though we both might be seeing ourselves joined in a new individual––a little son, cast in his mother’s gentle image and with the strength of his father. Our moment, and then it was over. A step sounded. I sat back. The giant gray figure of Miko came past, his great cloak swaying, with his clanking sword-ornament beneath it. His bullet head, with its close-clipped hair, was hatless. He gazed at us, swaggered past, and turned the deck corner. Our moment was gone. Anita said conventionally, “It has been pleasant to talk with you, Mr. Haljan.” “But we’ll have many more,” I said. “Ten days––” “You think we’ll reach Ferrok-Shahn on schedule?” “Yes. I think so.... As I was saying, Miss Prince, you’ll enjoy Mars. A strange, aggressively forward-looking people.” AN oppression seemed on her. She stirred in her chair. “Yes, they are,” she said vaguely. “My brother and I know many Martians in Great-New York.” She checked herself abruptly. Was she sorry she had said that? It seemed so. Miko was coming back. He stopped this time before us. “Your brother would see you, Anita. He sent me to bring you to his room.” The glance he shot me had a touch of insolence. I stood up, and he towered a head over me. Anita said, “Oh yes. I’ll come.” I bowed. “I will see you again, Miss Prince. I thank you for a pleasant half-hour.” The Martian led her away. Her little figure was like a child with a giant. It seemed, as they passed the length of the deck with me staring after them, that he took her arm roughly. And that she shrank from him in fear. And they did not go inside. As though to show me that he had merely taken her from me, he stopped at a distant deck window and stood talking to her. Once he picked her up as one would pick up a child to show it some distant object through the window. “A little son with the strength of his father....” Her words echoed in my mind. Was Anita afraid of this Martian’s wooing? Yet held to him by some power he might have over her brother? The vagrant thought struck me. Was it that? About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Various. 2009. Astounding Stories of Super-Science, March 1930. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved May 2022 from https://www.gutenberg.org/files/29607/29607-h/29607-h.htm#BRIGANDS_OF_THE_MOON_THE_BOOK_OF_GREGG_HALJAN_BEGINNING_A_FOURPART_NOVEL This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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