A moderate incline runs towards the foot of Maybury Hill, and down this we clattered. Once the lightning had begun.
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.
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
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.
At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road.
I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians