"Now," said my companion, "now listen! For Heru reads the jordan heels destiny;the whiter the globe stays the better for us--" and then I felt her handtighten on mine with a startled grasp as the words died away upon her lips.
     　　Even as the girl spoke, the sphere, which had been beam- ing in thecentre of the silent square like a mighty white jewel, began to flush withangry red. Redder and redder grew the gleam--a fiery glow which  seemed curdling in the interior of the round as though it were filled withflame; redder and redder, until the cheap louis vuitton bags princess, staring into it, seemed turnedagainst the jet-black night behind, into a form of molten metal. A spasmof terror passed across her as she stared; her limbs stiffened; her frightenedhands were clutched in front, and she stood cowering under that greatcrimson nucleus like one bereft of power and life, and lost to every sensebut that of agony. Not a syllable came from her lips, not a movementstirred her body, only that dumb, stupid stare of horror, at the somethingshe saw in the globe. What louis vuitton outlet could I do? I could not sit and see her soulcome out at her frightened eyes, and not a Martian moved a finger to herrescue; the red shine gleamed on empty faces, tier above tier, and flung itsbroad flush over the endless rank of open-mouthed spectators, then back Ilooked to Heru--that winsome little lady for whom, you will re- member, Ihad already more than a passing fancy--and saw with a thrill of emotionthat while she still kept her eyes on the flaming globe like chanel bags one in a horribledream her hands were slowly, very slowly, rising in supplication to ME! Itwas not vanity. There was no mistaking the direction of that silent,imploring appeal.
     　　Not a man of her countrymen moved, not even black Hath! Therewas not a sound in the world, it seemed, but the noisy clatter of my ownshoenails on the marble flags. In the great red eye of that unholy globethe Martians glimmered like a picture multitude under the red cliff of theirruined palace. I glared round at louis vuitton bags outlet them with contempt for a minute, thensprang forward and snatched the prin- cess up. It was like pulling aflower up by the roots. She was stiff and stark when I lay hold of her, butwhen I tore her from the magic ground she suddenly gave a piercingshriek, and fainted in my arms.
     　　Then as I turned upon my heels with her upon my breast my footcaught upon the cloths still wound about the tripod of the sphere. Overwent that implement of a thousand years of cheap chanel bags sorcery, and out went the redfire. But little I cared--the princess was safe! And up the palace steps,amidst a low, wailing hum of consternation from the re- covering Martians,I bore that bundle of limp and senseless loveliness up into the pale shine ofher own porch, and there, laying her down upon a couch, watched her  recover presently amongst her women with a varied assortment ofemotions tingling in my veins.