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"
You
’
ll
be
all
right
tomorrow
,
"
he
said
.
She
did
not
look
up
at
him
;
she
looked
only
at
the
empty
desert
and
the
very
bright
stars
coming
out
now
on
the
black
sky
,
and
far
away
there
was
a
sound
of
wind
rising
and
canal
waters
stirring
cold
in
the
long
canals
.
She
shut
her
eyes
,
trembling
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ll
be
all
right
tomorrow
.
"
In
the
stone
galleries
the
people
were
gathered
in
clusters
and
groups
filtering
up
into
shadows
among
the
blue
hills
.
A
soft
evening
light
shone
over
them
from
the
stars
and
the
luminous
double
moons
of
Mars
.
Beyond
the
marble
amphitheater
,
in
darkness
and
distances
,
lay
little
towns
and
villas
;
pools
of
silver
water
stood
motionless
and
canals
glittered
from
horizon
to
horizon
.
It
was
an
evening
in
summer
upon
the
placid
and
temperate
planet
Mars
.
Up
and
down
green
wine
canals
,
boats
as
delicate
as
bronze
flowers
drifted
.
In
the
long
and
endless
dwellings
that
curved
like
tranquil
snakes
across
the
hills
,
lovers
lay
idly
whispering
in
cool
night
beds
.
The
last
children
ran
in
torchlit
alleys
,
gold
spiders
in
their
hands
throwing
out
films
of
web
.
Here
or
there
a
late
supper
was
prepared
in
tables
where
lava
bubbled
silvery
and
hushed
.
In
the
amphitheaters
of
a
hundred
towns
on
the
night
side
of
Mars
the
brown
Martian
people
with
gold
coin
eyes
were
leisurely
met
to
fix
their
attention
upon
stages
where
musicians
made
a
serene
music
flow
up
like
blossom
scent
on
the
still
air
.
Upon
one
stage
a
woman
sang
.
The
audience
stirred
.
She
stopped
singing
.
She
put
her
hand
to
her
throat
.
She
nodded
to
the
musicians
and
they
began
again
.
The
musicians
played
and
she
sang
,
and
this
time
the
audience
sighed
and
sat
forward
,
a
few
of
the
men
stood
up
in
surprise
,
and
a
winter
chill
moved
through
the
amphitheater
.
For
it
was
an
odd
and
a
frightening
and
a
strange
song
this
woman
sang
.
She
tried
to
stop
the
words
from
coming
out
of
her
lips
,
but
the
words
were
these
:
"
She
walks
in
beauty
,
like
the
night
