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Polaris, v. 1, issue 2, March 1940
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6 POLARIS I must write no more. The sun is bright, a wisp of cloud lingers in the sky. The river is a bright jewel lying in the heart of the city. It will not fail me -- it must not. Perhaps when I am going down for the lat time, I will remember. Catherine ... Catherine ... THE END THE MAIDEN OF JIRBU by Bob Tucker and Ray Bradbury I found her in Jirbu on one of my many journeys about the world--she who was as beautiful and as glorious as her native land; tall and perfect, reflecting the coolness of the icy blue sky, fair of hair like the bending, billowing wheat through which the wind crept on invisible feet, eyes mysterious and brooding, yet capable of a sudden clear sparkling like the moonlight in the waters of the lake, skin smooth and tan, glowing with health. Indeed a fairer maiden could not greet a weary wanderer, a fairer city could not beckon from the horizon with shimmering alabaster walls. Jirbu held no lovelier one than this maiden who had sprung from its snow encrusted peaks, its celadon velvet plains, its misty pounding shorelines. She was soft and luscious, yet strong as its most enduring warrior. Therefore I took this creature of the soil for my mate, made her the bride of eternity. From her homeland we set sail. Great silken sails filled with the wind and carried us from her land and her peoples back to my strange Atlantis, lying lush and moist under tropical suns. She was loathe to go from her land and wept until the sea craft scraped upon the beach and we had arrived. She had begged me to stay within the city of her birth, to swim and play in the cool waters, to dance beneath the ashen moon and glory in the incense of the wind from the plains. I would not listen! I left her in Atlantis among my riches, with boats to cross the steaming rivers, with jewels and gold and perfumes I bestowed upon her. Then I continued my nomadic adventuring about the ancient world. Therefore I lost her while searching for yet rarer treasures. While in far Turin I chanced across an odd and evil looking document -- the Book of The Dead! Upon idly perusing its wrinkled musty pages I found her name inscribed in blood across a yellowed leaf. Hastily I departed, set sail across the mighty Eastern! But I was late! My fertile Atlantis existed no more. Beneath the waves it had disappeared, sunk down into the deeps of the sea gods, beneath pounding waves that smote with angry strength and enveloped all; my land, my home, and with it my child wife of the earth, returned to Nature, the fairest of all Jirbu. THE END
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6 POLARIS I must write no more. The sun is bright, a wisp of cloud lingers in the sky. The river is a bright jewel lying in the heart of the city. It will not fail me -- it must not. Perhaps when I am going down for the lat time, I will remember. Catherine ... Catherine ... THE END THE MAIDEN OF JIRBU by Bob Tucker and Ray Bradbury I found her in Jirbu on one of my many journeys about the world--she who was as beautiful and as glorious as her native land; tall and perfect, reflecting the coolness of the icy blue sky, fair of hair like the bending, billowing wheat through which the wind crept on invisible feet, eyes mysterious and brooding, yet capable of a sudden clear sparkling like the moonlight in the waters of the lake, skin smooth and tan, glowing with health. Indeed a fairer maiden could not greet a weary wanderer, a fairer city could not beckon from the horizon with shimmering alabaster walls. Jirbu held no lovelier one than this maiden who had sprung from its snow encrusted peaks, its celadon velvet plains, its misty pounding shorelines. She was soft and luscious, yet strong as its most enduring warrior. Therefore I took this creature of the soil for my mate, made her the bride of eternity. From her homeland we set sail. Great silken sails filled with the wind and carried us from her land and her peoples back to my strange Atlantis, lying lush and moist under tropical suns. She was loathe to go from her land and wept until the sea craft scraped upon the beach and we had arrived. She had begged me to stay within the city of her birth, to swim and play in the cool waters, to dance beneath the ashen moon and glory in the incense of the wind from the plains. I would not listen! I left her in Atlantis among my riches, with boats to cross the steaming rivers, with jewels and gold and perfumes I bestowed upon her. Then I continued my nomadic adventuring about the ancient world. Therefore I lost her while searching for yet rarer treasures. While in far Turin I chanced across an odd and evil looking document -- the Book of The Dead! Upon idly perusing its wrinkled musty pages I found her name inscribed in blood across a yellowed leaf. Hastily I departed, set sail across the mighty Eastern! But I was late! My fertile Atlantis existed no more. Beneath the waves it had disappeared, sunk down into the deeps of the sea gods, beneath pounding waves that smote with angry strength and enveloped all; my land, my home, and with it my child wife of the earth, returned to Nature, the fairest of all Jirbu. THE END
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