Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
A great thing made of gold. Down the hill I saw it.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way.