Others more milde, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes Angelical to many a Harp Thir own Heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of Battel; and complain that Fate
Free Vertue should enthrall to Force or Chance.
Thither will I go, were it only to show these proud Normans how little the fate
of a son, who could defeat their bravest, can affect a Saxon.
When he returned from his expedition and learned the story of my mother's fate
I was present as Tal Hajus told him; but never by the quiver of a muscle did he betray the slightest emotion; only he did not laugh as Tal Hajus gleefully described her death struggles.
When I endeavoured to learn from him the motives which prompted them to hold me a prisoner, Marnoo again presumed that mysterious tone which had tormented me with apprehension when I had questioned him with regard to the fate
of my companion.
But either because the rains had given a freshness or because the sun was shedding a most glorious heat, or because two of the gentlemen were young in years and the third young in spirit--for some reason or other a change came over them, and they forgot Italy and Botany and Fate
There were in all ten red Martians, men and women, and when we had briefly explained our plan they decided to join forces with us, though it was evident that it was with some considerable misgivings that they thus tempted fate
by opposing an ancient superstition, even though each knew through cruel experience the fallacy of its entire fabric.
The princess saw that her father regarded the matter with disapproval, but at that moment the thought occurred to her that her fate
would be decided now or never.
I thanked fate
that I had not left her upon the sands of the Sahara--or put a bullet in her, as I had been tempted to do.
With one of these she must mate sooner or later that the direct line of high priestesses might not be broken, unless Fate
should bring other men to Opar.
She did not dare fire for fear the shot would bring his people about him, and with Rokoff dead she would fall into hands no better than his and to a fate
probably even worse than he alone could have imagined.
Momentarily stunned, Gahan's fingers slipped from their hold upon the cordage and the man shot downward through the thin air of dying Mars toward the ground three thousand feet beneath, while upon the deck of the rolling Vanator his faithful warriors clung to their lashings all unconscious of the fate
of their beloved leader; nor was it until more than an hour later, after the storm had materially subsided, that they realized he was lost, or knew the self-sacrificing heroism of the act that had sealed his doom.
For a long hour she lay wondering what fate
had overtaken the vessel and whither she had been driven, and then, with a gentle grinding sound, the ship stopped, swung around, and finally came to rest with a slight list to starboard.