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\title{THE GODS OF MARS}


\author{Edgar Rice Burroughs}

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\noindent \emph{The Gods of Mars} was first published in \emph{All-Story
Magazine} as a five-part serial, January through May 1913.
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\chapter*{\raggedright FOREWORD}

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\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{FOREWORD}

Twelve years had passed since I had laid the body of my great-uncle,
Captain John Carter, of Virginia, away from the sight of men in that
strange mausoleum in the old cemetery at Richmond.

Often had I pondered on the odd instructions he had left me governing
the construction of his mighty tomb, and especially those parts which
directed that he be laid in an \textit{open} casket and that the ponderous
mechanism which controlled the bolts of the vault's huge door be accessible
\textit{only} \textit{from} \textit{the} \emph{inside}.

Twelve years had passed since I had read the remarkable manuscript
of this remarkable man; this man who remembered no childhood and who
could not even offer a vague guess as to his age; who was always young
and yet who had dandled my grandfather's great-grandfather upon his
knee; this man who had spent ten years upon the planet Mars; who had
fought for the green men of Barsoom and fought against them; who had
fought for and against the red men and who had won the ever beautiful
Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, for his wife, and for nearly ten
years had been a prince of the house of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.

Twelve years had passed since his body had been found upon the bluff
before his cottage overlooking the Hudson, and oft-times during these
long years I had wondered if John Carter were really dead, or if he
again roamed the dead sea bottoms of that dying planet; if he had
returned to Barsoom to find that he had opened the frowning portals
of the mighty atmosphere plant in time to save the countless millions
who were dying of asphyxiation on that far-gone day that had seen
him hurtled ruthlessly through forty-eight million miles of space
back to Earth once more. I had wondered if he had found his black-haired
Princess and the slender son he had dreamed was with her in the royal
gardens of Tardos Mors, awaiting his return.

Or, had he found that he had been too late, and thus gone back to
a living death upon a dead world? Or was he really dead after all,
never to return either to his mother Earth or his beloved Mars?

Thus was I lost in useless speculation one sultry August evening when
old Ben, my body servant, handed me a telegram. Tearing it open I
read:

\begin{quotation}
\noindent `Meet me to-morrow hotel Raleigh Richmond.

\noindent \hspace{\stretch{1}}`\noun{John Carter}'
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Early the next morning I took the first train for Richmond and within
two hours was being ushered into the room occupied by John Carter.

As I entered he rose to greet me, his old-time cordial smile of welcome
lighting his handsome face. Apparently he had not aged a minute, but
was still the straight, clean-limbed fighting-man of thirty. His keen
grey eyes were undimmed, and the only lines upon his face were the
lines of iron character and determination that always had been there
since first I remembered him, nearly thirty-five years before.

`Well, nephew,' he greeted me, `do you feel as though you were seeing
a ghost, or suffering from the effects of too many of Uncle Ben's
juleps?'

`Juleps, I reckon,' I replied, `for I certainly feel mighty good;
but maybe it's just the sight of you again that affects me. You have
been back to Mars? Tell me. And Dejah Thoris? You found her well and
awaiting you?'

`Yes, I have been to Barsoom again, and\mbox{---}but it's a long
story, too long to tell in the limited time I have before I must return.
I have learned the secret, nephew, and I may traverse the trackless
void at my will, coming and going between the countless planets as
I list; but my heart is always in Barsoom, and while it is there in
the keeping of my Martian Princess, I doubt that I shall ever again
leave the dying world that is my life.

`I have come now because my affection for you prompted me to see you
once more before you pass over for ever into that other life that
I shall never know, and which though I have died thrice and shall
die again to-night, as you know death, I am as unable to fathom as
are you.

`Even the wise and mysterious therns of Barsoom, that ancient cult
which for countless ages has been credited with holding the secret
of life and death in their impregnable fastnesses upon the hither
slopes of the Mountains of Otz, are as ignorant as we. I have proved
it, though I near lost my life in the doing of it; but you shall read
it all in the notes I have been making during the last three months
that I have been back upon Earth.'

He patted a swelling portfolio that lay on the table at his elbow.

`I know that you are interested and that you believe, and I know that
the world, too, is interested, though they will not believe for many
years; yes, for many ages, since they cannot understand. Earth men
have not yet progressed to a point where they can comprehend the things
that I have written in those notes.

`Give them what you wish of it, what you think will not harm them,
but do not feel aggrieved if they laugh at you.'

That night I walked down to the cemetery with him. At the door of
his vault he turned and pressed my hand.

`Good-bye, nephew,' he said. `I may never see you again, for I doubt
that I can ever bring myself to leave my wife and boy while they live,
and the span of life upon Barsoom is often more than a thousand years.'

He entered the vault. The great door swung slowly to. The ponderous
bolts grated into place. The lock clicked. I have never seen Captain
John Carter, of Virginia, since.

But here is the story of his return to Mars on that other occasion,
as I have gleaned it from the great mass of notes which he left for
me upon the table of his room in the hotel at Richmond.

There is much which I have left out; much which I have not dared to
tell; but you will find the story of his second search for Dejah Thoris,
Princess of Helium, even more remarkable than was his first manuscript
which I gave to an unbelieving world a short time since and through
which we followed the fighting Virginian across dead sea bottoms under
the moons of Mars.

\begin{flushright}E.\ R.\ B.\end{flushright}


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER I. THE PLANT MEN}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER I. THE PLANT MEN}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE PLANT MEN}

As I stood upon the bluff before my cottage on that clear cold night
in the early part of March, 1886, the noble Hudson flowing like the
grey and silent spectre of a dead river below me, I felt again the
strange, compelling influence of the mighty god of war, my beloved
Mars, which for ten long and lonesome years I had implored with outstretched
arms to carry me back to my lost love.

Not since that other March night in 1866, when I had stood without
that Arizona cave in which my still and lifeless body lay wrapped
in the similitude of earthly death had I felt the irresistible attraction
of the god of my profession.

With arms outstretched toward the red eye of the great star I stood
praying for a return of that strange power which twice had drawn me
through the immensity of space, praying as I had prayed on a thousand
nights before during the long ten years that I had waited and hoped.

Suddenly a qualm of nausea swept over me, my senses swam, my knees
gave beneath me and I pitched headlong to the ground upon the very
verge of the dizzy bluff.

Instantly my brain cleared and there swept back across the threshold
of my memory the vivid picture of the horrors of that ghostly Arizona
cave; again, as on that far-gone night, my muscles refused to respond
to my will and again, as though even here upon the banks of the placid
Hudson, I could hear the awful moans and rustling of the fearsome
thing which had lurked and threatened me from the dark recesses of
the cave, I made the same mighty and superhuman effort to break the
bonds of the strange anaesthesia which held me, and again came the
sharp click as of the sudden parting of a taut wire, and I stood naked
and free beside the staring, lifeless thing that had so recently pulsed
with the warm, red life-blood of John Carter.

With scarcely a parting glance I turned my eyes again toward Mars,
lifted my hands toward his lurid rays, and waited.

Nor did I have long to wait; for scarce had I turned ere I shot with
the rapidity of thought into the awful void before me. There was the
same instant of unthinkable cold and utter darkness that I had experienced
twenty years before, and then I opened my eyes in another world, beneath
the burning rays of a hot sun, which beat through a tiny opening in
the dome of the mighty forest in which I lay.

The scene that met my eyes was so un-Martian that my heart sprang
to my throat as the sudden fear swept through me that I had been aimlessly
tossed upon some strange planet by a cruel fate.

Why not? What guide had I through the trackless waste of interplanetary
space? What assurance that I might not as well be hurtled to some
far-distant star of another solar system, as to Mars?

I lay upon a close-cropped sward of red grasslike vegetation, and
about me stretched a grove of strange and beautiful trees, covered
with huge and gorgeous blossoms and filled with brilliant, voiceless
birds. I call them birds since they were winged, but mortal eye ne'er
rested on such odd, unearthly shapes.

The vegetation was similar to that which covers the lawns of the red
Martians of the great waterways, but the trees and birds were unlike
anything that I had ever seen upon Mars, and then through the further
trees I could see that most un-Martian of all sights\mbox{---}an
open sea, its blue waters shimmering beneath the brazen sun.

As I rose to investigate further I experienced the same ridiculous
catastrophe that had met my first attempt to walk under Martian conditions.
The lesser attraction of this smaller planet and the reduced air pressure
of its greatly rarefied atmosphere, afforded so little resistance
to my earthly muscles that the ordinary exertion of the mere act of
rising sent me several feet into the air and precipitated me upon
my face in the soft and brilliant grass of this strange world.

This experience, however, gave me some slightly increased assurance
that, after all, I might indeed be in some, to me, unknown corner
of Mars, and this was very possible since during my ten years' residence
upon the planet I had explored but a comparatively tiny area of its
vast expanse.

I arose again, laughing at my forgetfulness, and soon had mastered
once more the art of attuning my earthly sinews to these changed conditions.

As I walked slowly down the imperceptible slope toward the sea I could
not help but note the park-like appearance of the sward and trees.
The grass was as close-cropped and carpet-like as some old English
lawn and the trees themselves showed evidence of careful pruning to
a uniform height of about fifteen feet from the ground, so that as
one turned his glance in any direction the forest had the appearance
at a little distance of a vast, high-ceiled chamber.

All these evidences of careful and systematic cultivation convinced
me that I had been fortunate enough to make my entry into Mars on
this second occasion through the domain of a civilized people and
that when I should find them I would be accorded the courtesy and
protection that my rank as a Prince of the house of Tardos Mors entitled
me to.

The trees of the forest attracted my deep admiration as I proceeded
toward the sea. Their great stems, some of them fully a hundred feet
in diameter, attested their prodigious height, which I could only
guess at, since at no point could I penetrate their dense foliage
above me to more than sixty or eighty feet.

As far aloft as I could see the stems and branches and twigs were
as smooth and as highly polished as the newest of American-made pianos.
The wood of some of the trees was as black as ebony, while their nearest
neighbours might perhaps gleam in the subdued light of the forest
as clear and white as the finest china, or, again, they were azure,
scarlet, yellow, or deepest purple.

And in the same way was the foliage as gay and variegated as the stems,
while the blooms that clustered thick upon them may not be described
in any earthly tongue, and indeed might challenge the language of
the gods.

As I neared the confines of the forest I beheld before me and between
the grove and the open sea, a broad expanse of meadow land, and as
I was about to emerge from the shadows of the trees a sight met my
eyes that banished all romantic and poetic reflection upon the beauties
of the strange landscape.

To my left the sea extended as far as the eye could reach, before
me only a vague, dim line indicated its further shore, while at my
right a mighty river, broad, placid, and majestic, flowed between
scarlet banks to empty into the quiet sea before me.

At a little distance up the river rose mighty perpendicular bluffs,
from the very base of which the great river seemed to rise.

But it was not these inspiring and magnificent evidences of Nature's
grandeur that took my immediate attention from the beauties of the
forest. It was the sight of a score of figures moving slowly about
the meadow near the bank of the mighty river.

Odd, grotesque shapes they were; unlike anything that I had ever seen
upon Mars, and yet, at a distance, most manlike in appearance. The
larger specimens appeared to be about ten or twelve feet in height
when they stood erect, and to be proportioned as to torso and lower
extremities precisely as is earthly man.

Their arms, however, were very short, and from where I stood seemed
as though fashioned much after the manner of an elephant's trunk,
in that they moved in sinuous and snakelike undulations, as though
entirely without bony structure, or if there were bones it seemed
that they must be vertebral in nature.

As I watched them from behind the stem of a huge tree, one of the
creatures moved slowly in my direction, engaged in the occupation
that seemed to be the principal business of each of them, and which
consisted in running their oddly shaped hands over the surface of
the sward, for what purpose I could not determine.

As he approached quite close to me I obtained an excellent view of
him, and though I was later to become better acquainted with his kind,
I may say that that single cursory examination of this awful travesty
on Nature would have proved quite sufficient to my desires had I been
a free agent. The fastest flier of the Heliumetic Navy could not quickly
enough have carried me far from this hideous creature.

Its hairless body was a strange and ghoulish blue, except for a broad
band of white which encircled its protruding, single eye: an eye that
was all dead white\mbox{---}pupil, iris, and ball.

Its nose was a ragged, inflamed, circular hole in the centre of its
blank face; a hole that resembled more closely nothing that I could
think of other than a fresh bullet wound which has not yet commenced
to bleed.

Below this repulsive orifice the face was quite blank to the chin,
for the thing had no mouth that I could discover.

The head, with the exception of the face, was covered by a tangled
mass of jet-black hair some eight or ten inches in length. Each hair
was about the bigness of a large angleworm, and as the thing moved
the muscles of its scalp this awful head-covering seemed to writhe
and wriggle and crawl about the fearsome face as though indeed each
separate hair was endowed with independent life.

The body and the legs were as symmetrically human as Nature could
have fashioned them, and the feet, too, were human in shape, but of
monstrous proportions. From heel to toe they were fully three feet
long, and very flat and very broad.

As it came quite close to me I discovered that its strange movements,
running its odd hands over the surface of the turf, were the result
of its peculiar method of feeding, which consists in cropping off
the tender vegetation with its razorlike talons and sucking it up
from its two mouths, which lie one in the palm of each hand, through
its arm-like throats.

In addition to the features which I have already described, the beast
was equipped with a massive tail about six feet in length, quite round
where it joined the body, but tapering to a flat, thin blade toward
the end, which trailed at right angles to the ground.

By far the most remarkable feature of this most remarkable creature,
however, were the two tiny replicas of it, each about six inches in
length, which dangled, one on either side, from its armpits. They
were suspended by a small stem which seemed to grow from the exact
tops of their heads to where it connected them with the body of the
adult.

Whether they were the young, or merely portions of a composite creature,
I did not know.

As I had been scrutinizing this weird monstrosity the balance of the
herd had fed quite close to me and I now saw that while many had the
smaller specimens dangling from them, not all were thus equipped,
and I further noted that the little ones varied in size from what
appeared to be but tiny unopened buds an inch in diameter through
various stages of development to the full-fledged and perfectly formed
creature of ten to twelve inches in length.

Feeding with the herd were many of the little fellows not much larger
than those which remained attached to their parents, and from the
young of that size the herd graded up to the immense adults.

Fearsome-looking as they were, I did not know whether to fear them
or not, for they did not seem to be particularly well equipped for
fighting, and I was on the point of stepping from my hiding-place
and revealing myself to them to note the effect upon them of the sight
of a man when my rash resolve was, fortunately for me, nipped in the
bud by a strange shrieking wail, which seemed to come from the direction
of the bluffs at my right.

Naked and unarmed, as I was, my end would have been both speedy and
horrible at the hands of these cruel creatures had I had time to put
my resolve into execution, but at the moment of the shriek each member
of the herd turned in the direction from which the sound seemed to
come, and at the same instant every particular snake-like hair upon
their heads rose stiffly perpendicular as if each had been a sentient
organism looking or listening for the source or meaning of the wail.
And indeed the latter proved to be the truth, for this strange growth
upon the craniums of the plant men of Barsoom represents the thousand
ears of these hideous creatures, the last remnant of the strange race
which sprang from the original Tree of Life.

Instantly every eye turned toward one member of the herd, a large
fellow who evidently was the leader. A strange purring sound issued
from the mouth in the palm of one of his hands, and at the same time
he started rapidly toward the bluff, followed by the entire herd.

Their speed and method of locomotion were both remarkable, springing
as they did in great leaps of twenty or thirty feet, much after the
manner of a kangaroo.

They were rapidly disappearing when it occurred to me to follow them,
and so, hurling caution to the winds, I sprang across the meadow in
their wake with leaps and bounds even more prodigious than their own,
for the muscles of an athletic Earth man produce remarkable results
when pitted against the lesser gravity and air pressure of Mars.

Their way led directly towards the apparent source of the river at
the base of the cliffs, and as I neared this point I found the meadow
dotted with huge boulders that the ravages of time had evidently dislodged
from the towering crags above.

For this reason I came quite close to the cause of the disturbance
before the scene broke upon my horrified gaze. As I topped a great
boulder I saw the herd of plant men surrounding a little group of
perhaps five or six green men and women of Barsoom.

That I was indeed upon Mars I now had no doubt, for here were members
of the wild hordes that people the dead sea bottoms and deserted cities
of that dying planet.

Here were the great males towering in all the majesty of their imposing
height; here were the gleaming white tusks protruding from their massive
lower jaws to a point near the centre of their foreheads, the laterally
placed, protruding eyes with which they could look forward or backward,
or to either side without turning their heads, here the strange antennae-like
ears rising from the tops of their foreheads; and the additional pair
of arms extending from midway between the shoulders and the hips.

Even without the glossy green hide and the metal ornaments which denoted
the tribes to which they belonged, I would have known them on the
instant for what they were, for where else in all the universe is
their like duplicated?

There were two men and four females in the party and their ornaments
denoted them as members of different hordes, a fact which tended to
puzzle me infinitely, since the various hordes of green men of Barsoom
are eternally at deadly war with one another, and never, except on
that single historic instance when the great Tars Tarkas of Thark
gathered a hundred and fifty thousand green warriors from several
hordes to march upon the doomed city of Zodanga to rescue Dejah Thoris,
Princess of Helium, from the clutches of Than Kosis, had I seen green
Martians of different hordes associated in other than mortal combat.

But now they stood back to back, facing, in wide-eyed amazement, the
very evidently hostile demonstrations of a common enemy.

Both men and women were armed with long-swords and daggers, but no
firearms were in evidence, else it had been short shrift for the gruesome
plant men of Barsoom.

Presently the leader of the plant men charged the little party, and
his method of attack was as remarkable as it was effective, and by
its very strangeness was the more potent, since in the science of
the green warriors there was no defence for this singular manner of
attack, the like of which it soon was evident to me they were as unfamiliar
with as they were with the monstrosities which confronted them.

The plant man charged to within a dozen feet of the party and then,
with a bound, rose as though to pass directly above their heads. His
powerful tail was raised high to one side, and as he passed close
above them he brought it down in one terrific sweep that crushed a
green warrior's skull as though it had been an eggshell.

The balance of the frightful herd was now circling rapidly and with
bewildering speed about the little knot of victims. Their prodigious
bounds and the shrill, screeching purr of their uncanny mouths were
well calculated to confuse and terrorize their prey, so that as two
of them leaped simultaneously from either side, the mighty sweep of
those awful tails met with no resistance and two more green Martians
went down to an ignoble death.

There were now but one warrior and two females left, and it seemed
that it could be but a matter of seconds ere these, also, lay dead
upon the scarlet sward.

But as two more of the plant men charged, the warrior, who was now
prepared by the experiences of the past few minutes, swung his mighty
long-sword aloft and met the hurtling bulk with a clean cut that clove
one of the plant men from chin to groin.

The other, however, dealt a single blow with his cruel tail that laid
both of the females crushed corpses upon the ground.

As the green warrior saw the last of his companions go down and at
the same time perceived that the entire herd was charging him in a
body, he rushed boldly to meet them, swinging his long-sword in the
terrific manner that I had so often seen the men of his kind wield
it in their ferocious and almost continual warfare among their own
race.

Cutting and hewing to right and left, he laid an open path straight
through the advancing plant men, and then commenced a mad race for
the forest, in the shelter of which he evidently hoped that he might
find a haven of refuge.

He had turned for that portion of the forest which abutted on the
cliffs, and thus the mad race was taking the entire party farther
and farther from the boulder where I lay concealed.

As I had watched the noble fight which the great warrior had put up
against such enormous odds my heart had swelled in admiration for
him, and acting as I am wont to do, more upon impulse than after mature
deliberation, I instantly sprang from my sheltering rock and bounded
quickly toward the bodies of the dead green Martians, a well-defined
plan of action already formed.

Half a dozen great leaps brought me to the spot, and another instant
saw me again in my stride in quick pursuit of the hideous monsters
that were rapidly gaining on the fleeing warrior, but this time I
grasped a mighty long-sword in my hand and in my heart was the old
blood lust of the fighting man, and a red mist swam before my eyes
and I felt my lips respond to my heart in the old smile that has ever
marked me in the midst of the joy of battle.

Swift as I was I was none too soon, for the green warrior had been
overtaken ere he had made half the distance to the forest, and now
he stood with his back to a boulder, while the herd, temporarily balked,
hissed and screeched about him.

With their single eyes in the centre of their heads and every eye
turned upon their prey, they did not note my soundless approach, so
that I was upon them with my great long-sword and four of them lay
dead ere they knew that I was among them.

For an instant they recoiled before my terrific onslaught, and in
that instant the green warrior rose to the occasion and, springing
to my side, laid to the right and left of him as I had never seen
but one other warrior do, with great circling strokes that formed
a figure eight about him and that never stopped until none stood living
to oppose him, his keen blade passing through flesh and bone and metal
as though each had been alike thin air.

As we bent to the slaughter, far above us rose that shrill, weird
cry which I had heard once before, and which had called the herd to
the attack upon their victims. Again and again it rose, but we were
too much engaged with the fierce and powerful creatures about us to
attempt to search out even with our eyes the author of the horrid
notes.

Great tails lashed in frenzied anger about us, razor-like talons cut
our limbs and bodies, and a green and sticky syrup, such as oozes
from a crushed caterpillar, smeared us from head to foot, for every
cut and thrust of our longswords brought spurts of this stuff upon
us from the severed arteries of the plant men, through which it courses
in its sluggish viscidity in lieu of blood.

Once I felt the great weight of one of the monsters upon my back and
as keen talons sank into my flesh I experienced the frightful sensation
of moist lips sucking the lifeblood from the wounds to which the claws
still clung.

I was very much engaged with a ferocious fellow who was endeavouring
to reach my throat from in front, while two more, one on either side,
were lashing viciously at me with their tails.

The green warrior was much put to it to hold his own, and I felt that
the unequal struggle could last but a moment longer when the huge
fellow discovered my plight, and tearing himself from those that surrounded
him, he raked the assailant from my back with a single sweep of his
blade, and thus relieved I had little difficulty with the others.

Once together, we stood almost back to back against the great boulder,
and thus the creatures were prevented from soaring above us to deliver
their deadly blows, and as we were easily their match while they remained
upon the ground, we were making great headway in dispatching what
remained of them when our attention was again attracted by the shrill
wail of the caller above our heads.

This time I glanced up, and far above us upon a little natural balcony
on the face of the cliff stood a strange figure of a man shrieking
out his shrill signal, the while he waved one hand in the direction
of the river's mouth as though beckoning to some one there, and with
the other pointed and gesticulated toward us.

A glance in the direction toward which he was looking was sufficient
to apprise me of his aims and at the same time to fill me with the
dread of dire apprehension, for, streaming in from all directions
across the meadow, from out of the forest, and from the far distance
of the flat land across the river, I could see converging upon us
a hundred different lines of wildly leaping creatures such as we were
now engaged with, and with them some strange new monsters which ran
with great swiftness, now erect and now upon all fours.

{}``It will be a great death,'' I said to my companion. {}``Look!''\ 

As he shot a quick glance in the direction I indicated he smiled.

{}``We may at least die fighting and as great warriors should, John
Carter,'' he replied.

We had just finished the last of our immediate antagonists as he spoke,
and I turned in surprised wonderment at the sound of my name.

And there before my astonished eyes I beheld the greatest of the green
men of Barsoom; their shrewdest statesman, their mightiest general,
my great and good friend, Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER II. A FOREST BATTLE}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER II. A FOREST BATTLE}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{A FOREST BATTLE}

Tars Tarkas and I found no time for an exchange of experiences as
we stood there before the great boulder surrounded by the corpses
of our grotesque assailants, for from all directions down the broad
valley was streaming a perfect torrent of terrifying creatures in
response to the weird call of the strange figure far above us.

{}``Come,'' cried Tars Tarkas, {}``we must make for the cliffs.
There lies our only hope of even temporary escape; there we may find
a cave or a narrow ledge which two may defend for ever against this
motley, unarmed horde.''

Together we raced across the scarlet sward, I timing my speed that
I might not outdistance my slower companion. We had, perhaps, three
hundred yards to cover between our boulder and the cliffs, and then
to search out a suitable shelter for our stand against the terrifying
things that were pursuing us.

They were rapidly overhauling us when Tars Tarkas cried to me to hasten
ahead and discover, if possible, the sanctuary we sought. The suggestion
was a good one, for thus many valuable minutes might be saved to us,
and, throwing every ounce of my earthly muscles into the effort, I
cleared the remaining distance between myself and the cliffs in great
leaps and bounds that put me at their base in a moment.

The cliffs rose perpendicular directly from the almost level sward
of the valley. There was no accumulation of fallen debris, forming
a more or less rough ascent to them, as is the case with nearly all
other cliffs I have ever seen. The scattered boulders that had fallen
from above and lay upon or partly buried in the turf, were the only
indication that any disintegration of the massive, towering pile of
rocks ever had taken place.

My first cursory inspection of the face of the cliffs filled my heart
with forebodings, since nowhere could I discern, except where the
weird herald stood still shrieking his shrill summons, the faintest
indication of even a bare foothold upon the lofty escarpment.

To my right the bottom of the cliff was lost in the dense foliage
of the forest, which terminated at its very foot, rearing its gorgeous
foliage fully a thousand feet against its stern and forbidding neighbour.

To the left the cliff ran, apparently unbroken, across the head of
the broad valley, to be lost in the outlines of what appeared to be
a range of mighty mountains that skirted and confined the valley in
every direction.

Perhaps a thousand feet from me the river broke, as it seemed, directly
from the base of the cliffs, and as there seemed not the remotest
chance for escape in that direction I turned my attention again toward
the forest.

The cliffs towered above me a good five thousand feet. The sun was
not quite upon them and they loomed a dull yellow in their own shade.
Here and there they were broken with streaks and patches of dusky
red, green, and occasional areas of white quartz.

Altogether they were very beautiful, but I fear that I did not regard
them with a particularly appreciative eye on this, my first inspection
of them.

Just then I was absorbed in them only as a medium of escape, and so,
as my gaze ran quickly, time and again, over their vast expanse in
search of some cranny or crevice, I came suddenly to loathe them as
the prisoner must loathe the cruel and impregnable walls of his dungeon.

Tars Tarkas was approaching me rapidly, and still more rapidly came
the awful horde at his heels.

It seemed the forest now or nothing, and I was just on the point of
motioning Tars Tarkas to follow me in that direction when the sun
passed the cliff's zenith, and as the bright rays touched the dull
surface it burst out into a million scintillant lights of burnished
gold, of flaming red, of soft greens, and gleaming whites\mbox{---}a
more gorgeous and inspiring spectacle human eye has never rested upon.

The face of the entire cliff was, as later inspection conclusively
proved, so shot with veins and patches of solid gold as to quite present
the appearance of a solid wall of that precious metal except where
it was broken by outcroppings of ruby, emerald, and diamond boulders\mbox{---}a
faint and alluring indication of the vast and unguessable riches which
lay deeply buried behind the magnificent surface.

But what caught my most interested attention at the moment that the
sun's rays set the cliff's face a-shimmer, was the several black spots
which now appeared quite plainly in evidence high across the gorgeous
wall close to the forest's top, and extending apparently below and
behind the branches.

Almost immediately I recognised them for what they were, the dark
openings of caves entering the solid walls\mbox{---}possible avenues
of escape or temporary shelter, could we but reach them.

There was but a single way, and that led through the mighty, towering
trees upon our right. That I could scale them I knew full well, but
Tars Tarkas, with his mighty bulk and enormous weight, would find
it a task possibly quite beyond his prowess or his skill, for Martians
are at best but poor climbers. Upon the entire surface of that ancient
planet I never before had seen a hill or mountain that exceeded four
thousand feet in height above the dead sea bottoms, and as the ascent
was usually gradual, nearly to their summits they presented but few
opportunities for the practice of climbing. Nor would the Martians
have embraced even such opportunities as might present themselves,
for they could always find a circuitous route about the base of any
eminence, and these roads they preferred and followed in preference
to the shorter but more arduous ways.

However, there was nothing else to consider than an attempt to scale
the trees contiguous to the cliff in an effort to reach the caves
above.

The Thark grasped the possibilities and the difficulties of the plan
at once, but there was no alternative, and so we set out rapidly for
the trees nearest the cliff.

Our relentless pursuers were now close to us, so close that it seemed
that it would be an utter impossibility for the Jeddak of Thark to
reach the forest in advance of them, nor was there any considerable
will in the efforts that Tars Tarkas made, for the green men of Barsoom
do not relish flight, nor ever before had I seen one fleeing from
death in whatsoever form it might have confronted him. But that Tars
Tarkas was the bravest of the brave he had proven thousands of times;
yes, tens of thousands in countless mortal combats with men and beasts.
And so I knew that there was another reason than fear of death behind
his flight, as he knew that a greater power than pride or honour spurred
me to escape these fierce destroyers. In my case it was love\mbox{---}love
of the divine Dejah Thoris; and the cause of the Thark's great and
sudden love of life I could not fathom, for it is oftener that they
seek death than life\mbox{---}these strange, cruel, loveless, unhappy
people.

At length, however, we reached the shadows of the forest, while right
behind us sprang the swiftest of our pursuers\mbox{---}a giant plant
man with claws outreaching to fasten his bloodsucking mouths upon
us.

He was, I should say, a hundred yards in advance of his closest companion,
and so I called to Tars Tarkas to ascend a great tree that brushed
the cliff's face while I dispatched the fellow, thus giving the less
agile Thark an opportunity to reach the higher branches before the
entire horde should be upon us and every vestige of escape cut off.

But I had reckoned without a just appreciation either of the cunning
of my immediate antagonist or the swiftness with which his fellows
were covering the distance which had separated them from me.

As I raised my long-sword to deal the creature its death thrust it
halted in its charge and, as my sword cut harmlessly through the empty
air, the great tail of the thing swept with the power of a grizzly's
arm across the sward and carried me bodily from my feet to the ground.
In an instant the brute was upon me, but ere it could fasten its hideous
mouths into my breast and throat I grasped a writhing tentacle in
either hand.

The plant man was well muscled, heavy, and powerful but my earthly
sinews and greater agility, in conjunction with the deathly strangle
hold I had upon him, would have given me, I think, an eventual victory
had we had time to discuss the merits of our relative prowess uninterrupted.
But as we strained and struggled about the tree into which Tars Tarkas
was clambering with infinite difficulty, I suddenly caught a glimpse
over the shoulder of my antagonist of the great swarm of pursuers
that now were fairly upon me.

Now, at last, I saw the nature of the other monsters who had come
with the plant men in response to the weird calling of the man upon
the cliff's face. They were that most dreaded of Martian creatures\mbox{---}great
white apes of Barsoom.

My former experiences upon Mars had familiarized me thoroughly with
them and their methods, and I may say that of all the fearsome and
terrible, weird and grotesque inhabitants of that strange world, it
is the white apes that come nearest to familiarizing me with the sensation
of fear.

I think that the cause of this feeling which these apes engender within
me is due to their remarkable resemblance in form to our Earth men,
which gives them a human appearance that is most uncanny when coupled
with their enormous size.

They stand fifteen feet in height and walk erect upon their hind feet.
Like the green Martians, they have an intermediary set of arms midway
between their upper and lower limbs. Their eyes are very close set,
but do not protrude as do those of the green men of Mars; their ears
are high set, but more laterally located than are the green men's,
while their snouts and teeth are much like those of our African gorilla.
Upon their heads grows an enormous shock of bristly hair.

It was into the eyes of such as these and the terrible plant men that
I gazed above the shoulder of my foe, and then, in a mighty wave of
snarling, snapping, screaming, purring rage, they swept over me\mbox{---}and
of all the sounds that assailed my ears as I went down beneath them,
to me the most hideous was the horrid purring of the plant men.

Instantly a score of cruel fangs and keen talons were sunk into my
flesh; cold, sucking lips fastened themselves upon my arteries. I
struggled to free myself, and even though weighed down by these immense
bodies, I succeeded in struggling to my feet, where, still grasping
my long-sword, and shortening my grip upon it until I could use it
as a dagger, I wrought such havoc among them that at one time I stood
for an instant free.

What it has taken minutes to write occurred in but a few seconds,
but during that time Tars Tarkas had seen my plight and had dropped
from the lower branches, which he had reached with such infinite labour,
and as I flung the last of my immediate antagonists from me the great
Thark leaped to my side, and again we fought, back to back, as we
had done a hundred times before.

Time and again the ferocious apes sprang in to close with us, and
time and again we beat them back with our swords. The great tails
of the plant men lashed with tremendous power about us as they charged
from various directions or sprang with the agility of greyhounds above
our heads; but every attack met a gleaming blade in sword hands that
had been reputed for twenty years the best that Mars ever had known;
for Tars Tarkas and John Carter were names that the fighting men of
the world of warriors loved best to speak.

But even the two best swords in a world of fighters can avail not
for ever against overwhelming numbers of fierce and savage brutes
that know not what defeat means until cold steel teaches their hearts
no longer to beat, and so, step by step, we were forced back. At length
we stood against the giant tree that we had chosen for our ascent,
and then, as charge after charge hurled its weight upon us, we gave
back again and again, until we had been forced half-way around the
huge base of the colossal trunk.

Tars Tarkas was in the lead, and suddenly I heard a little cry of
exultation from him.

{}``Here is shelter for one at least, John Carter,'' he said, and,
glancing down, I saw an opening in the base of the tree about three
feet in diameter.

{}``In with you, Tars Tarkas,'' I cried, but he would not go; saying
that his bulk was too great for the little aperture, while I might
slip in easily.

{}``We shall both die if we remain without, John Carter; here is
a slight chance for one of us. Take it and you may live to avenge
me, it is useless for me to attempt to worm my way into so small an
opening with this horde of demons besetting us on all sides.''

{}``Then we shall die together, Tars Tarkas,'' I replied, {}``for
I shall not go first. Let me defend the opening while you get in,
then my smaller stature will permit me to slip in with you before
they can prevent.''

We still were fighting furiously as we talked in broken sentences,
punctured with vicious cuts and thrusts at our swarming enemy.

At length he yielded, for it seemed the only way in which either of
us might be saved from the ever-increasing numbers of our assailants,
who were still swarming upon us from all directions across the broad
valley.

{}``It was ever your way, John Carter, to think last of your own
life,'' he said; {}``but still more your way to command the lives
and actions of others, even to the greatest of Jeddaks who rule upon
Barsoom.''

There was a grim smile upon his cruel, hard face, as he, the greatest
Jeddak of them all, turned to obey the dictates of a creature of another
world\mbox{---}of a man whose stature was less than half his own.

{}``If you fail, John Carter,'' he said, {}``know that the cruel
and heartless Thark, to whom you taught the meaning of friendship,
will come out to die beside you.''

{}``As you will, my friend,'' I replied; {}``but quickly now, head
first, while I cover your retreat.''

He hesitated a little at that word, for never before in his whole
life of continual strife had he turned his back upon aught than a
dead or defeated enemy.

{}``Haste, Tars Tarkas,'' I urged, {}``or we shall both go down
to profitless defeat; I cannot hold them for ever alone.''

As he dropped to the ground to force his way into the tree, the whole
howling pack of hideous devils hurled themselves upon me. To right
and left flew my shimmering blade, now green with the sticky juice
of a plant man, now red with the crimson blood of a great white ape;
but always flying from one opponent to another, hesitating but the
barest fraction of a second to drink the lifeblood in the centre of
some savage heart.

And thus I fought as I never had fought before, against such frightful
odds that I cannot realize even now that human muscles could have
withstood that awful onslaught, that terrific weight of hurtling tons
of ferocious, battling flesh.

With the fear that we would escape them, the creatures redoubled their
efforts to pull me down, and though the ground about me was piled
high with their dead and dying comrades, they succeeded at last in
overwhelming me, and I went down beneath them for the second time
that day, and once again felt those awful sucking lips against my
flesh.

But scarce had I fallen ere I felt powerful hands grip my ankles,
and in another second I was being drawn within the shelter of the
tree's interior. For a moment it was a tug of war between Tars Tarkas
and a great plant man, who clung tenaciously to my breast, but presently
I got the point of my long-sword beneath him and with a mighty thrust
pierced his vitals.

Torn and bleeding from many cruel wounds, I lay panting upon the ground
within the hollow of the tree, while Tars Tarkas defended the opening
from the furious mob without.

For an hour they howled about the tree, but after a few attempts to
reach us they confined their efforts to terrorizing shrieks and screams,
to horrid growling on the part of the great white apes, and the fearsome
and indescribable purring by the plant men.

At length, all but a score, who had apparently been left to prevent
our escape, had left us, and our adventure seemed destined to result
in a siege, the only outcome of which could be our death by starvation;
for even should we be able to slip out after dark, whither in this
unknown and hostile valley could we hope to turn our steps toward
possible escape?

As the attacks of our enemies ceased and our eyes became accustomed
to the semi-darkness of the interior of our strange retreat, I took
the opportunity to explore our shelter.

The tree was hollow to an extent of about fifty feet in diameter,
and from its flat, hard floor I judged that it had often been used
to domicile others before our occupancy. As I raised my eyes toward
its roof to note the height I saw far above me a faint glow of light.

There was an opening above. If we could but reach it we might still
hope to make the shelter of the cliff caves. My eyes had now become
quite used to the subdued light of the interior, and as I pursued
my investigation I presently came upon a rough ladder at the far side
of the cave.

Quickly I mounted it, only to find that it connected at the top with
the lower of a series of horizontal wooden bars that spanned the now
narrow and shaft-like interior of the tree's stem. These bars were
set one above another about three feet apart, and formed a perfect
ladder as far above me as I could see.

Dropping to the floor once more, I detailed my discovery to Tars Tarkas,
who suggested that I explore aloft as far as I could go in safety
while he guarded the entrance against a possible attack.

As I hastened above to explore the strange shaft I found that the
ladder of horizontal bars mounted always as far above me as my eyes
could reach, and as I ascended, the light from above grew brighter
and brighter.

For fully five hundred feet I continued to climb, until at length
I reached the opening in the stem which admitted the light. It was
of about the same diameter as the entrance at the foot of the tree,
and opened directly upon a large flat limb, the well worn surface
of which testified to its long continued use as an avenue for some
creature to and from this remarkable shaft.

I did not venture out upon the limb for fear that I might be discovered
and our retreat in this direction cut off; but instead hurried to
retrace my steps to Tars Tarkas.

I soon reached him and presently we were both ascending the long ladder
toward the opening above.

Tars Tarkas went in advance and as I reached the first of the horizontal
bars I drew the ladder up after me and, handing it to him, he carried
it a hundred feet further aloft, where he wedged it safely between
one of the bars and the side of the shaft. In like manner I dislodged
the lower bars as I passed them, so that we soon had the interior
of the tree denuded of all possible means of ascent for a distance
of a hundred feet from the base; thus precluding possible pursuit
and attack from the rear.

As we were to learn later, this precaution saved us from dire predicament,
and was eventually the means of our salvation.

When we reached the opening at the top Tars Tarkas drew to one side
that I might pass out and investigate, as, owing to my lesser weight
and greater agility, I was better fitted for the perilous threading
of this dizzy, hanging pathway.

The limb upon which I found myself ascended at a slight angle toward
the cliff, and as I followed it I found that it terminated a few feet
above a narrow ledge which protruded from the cliff's face at the
entrance to a narrow cave.

As I approached the slightly more slender extremity of the branch
it bent beneath my weight until, as I balanced perilously upon its
outer tip, it swayed gently on a level with the ledge at a distance
of a couple of feet.

Five hundred feet below me lay the vivid scarlet carpet of the valley;
nearly five thousand feet above towered the mighty, gleaming face
of the gorgeous cliffs.

The cave that I faced was not one of those that I had seen from the
ground, and which lay much higher, possibly a thousand feet. But so
far as I might know it was as good for our purpose as another, and
so I returned to the tree for Tars Tarkas.

Together we wormed our way along the waving pathway, but when we reached
the end of the branch we found that our combined weight so depressed
the limb that the cave's mouth was now too far above us to be reached.

We finally agreed that Tars Tarkas should return along the branch,
leaving his longest leather harness strap with me, and that when the
limb had risen to a height that would permit me to enter the cave
I was to do so, and on Tars Tarkas' return I could then lower the
strap and haul him up to the safety of the ledge.

This we did without mishap and soon found ourselves together upon
the verge of a dizzy little balcony, with a magnificent view of the
valley spreading out below us.

As far as the eye could reach gorgeous forest and crimson sward skirted
a silent sea, and about all towered the brilliant monster guardian
cliffs. Once we thought we discerned a gilded minaret gleaming in
the sun amidst the waving tops of far-distant trees, but we soon abandoned
the idea in the belief that it was but an hallucination born of our
great desire to discover the haunts of civilized men in this beautiful,
yet forbidding, spot.

Below us upon the river's bank the great white apes were devouring
the last remnants of Tars Tarkas' former companions, while great herds
of plant men grazed in ever-widening circles about the sward which
they kept as close clipped as the smoothest of lawns.

Knowing that attack from the tree was now improbable, we determined
to explore the cave, which we had every reason to believe was but
a continuation of the path we had already traversed, leading the gods
alone knew where, but quite evidently away from this valley of grim
ferocity.

As we advanced we found a well-proportioned tunnel cut from the solid
cliff. Its walls rose some twenty feet above the floor, which was
about five feet in width. The roof was arched. We had no means of
making a light, and so groped our way slowly into the ever-increasing
darkness, Tars Tarkas keeping in touch with one wall while I felt
along the other, while, to prevent our wandering into diverging branches
and becoming separated or lost in some intricate and labyrinthine
maze, we clasped hands.

How far we traversed the tunnel in this manner I do not know, but
presently we came to an obstruction which blocked our further progress.
It seemed more like a partition than a sudden ending of the cave,
for it was constructed not of the material of the cliff, but of something
which felt like very hard wood.

Silently I groped over its surface with my hands, and presently was
rewarded by the feel of the button which as commonly denotes a door
on Mars as does a door knob on Earth.

Gently pressing it, I had the satisfaction of feeling the door slowly
give before me, and in another instant we were looking into a dimly
lighted apartment, which, so far as we could see, was unoccupied.

Without more ado I swung the door wide open and, followed by the huge
Thark, stepped into the chamber. As we stood for a moment in silence
gazing about the room a slight noise behind caused me to turn quickly,
when, to my astonishment, I saw the door close with a sharp click
as though by an unseen hand.

Instantly I sprang toward it to wrench it open again, for something
in the uncanny movement of the thing and the tense and almost palpable
silence of the chamber seemed to portend a lurking evil lying hidden
in this rock-bound chamber within the bowels of the Golden Cliffs.

My fingers clawed futilely at the unyielding portal, while my eyes
sought in vain for a duplicate of the button which had given us ingress.

And then, from unseen lips, a cruel and mocking peal of laughter rang
through the desolate place.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER III. THE CHAMBER OF MYSTERY}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER III. THE CHAMBER OF MYSTERY}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE CHAMBER OF MYSTERY}

For moments after that awful laugh had ceased reverberating through
the rocky room, Tars Tarkas and I stood in tense and expectant silence.
But no further sound broke the stillness, nor within the range of
our vision did aught move.

At length Tars Tarkas laughed softly, after the manner of his strange
kind when in the presence of the horrible or terrifying. It is not
an hysterical laugh, but rather the genuine expression of the pleasure
they derive from the things that move Earth men to loathing or to
tears.

Often and again have I seen them roll upon the ground in mad fits
of uncontrollable mirth when witnessing the death agonies of women
and little children beneath the torture of that hellish green Martian
f\^{e}te\mbox{---}the Great Games.

I looked up at the Thark, a smile upon my own lips, for here in truth
was greater need for a smiling face than a trembling chin.

{}``What do you make of it all?''\ I asked. {}``Where in the deuce
are we?''\ 

He looked at me in surprise.

{}``Where are we?''\ he repeated. {}``Do you tell me, John Carter,
that you know not where you be?''\ 

{}``That I am upon Barsoom is all that I can guess, and but for you
and the great white apes I should not even guess that, for the sights
I have seen this day are as unlike the things of my beloved Barsoom
as I knew it ten long years ago as they are unlike the world of my
birth.

{}``No, Tars Tarkas, I know not where we be.''

{}``Where have you been since you opened the mighty portals of the
atmosphere plant years ago, after the keeper had died and the engines
stopped and all Barsoom was dying, that had not already died, of asphyxiation?
Your body even was never found, though the men of a whole world sought
after it for years, though the Jeddak of Helium and his granddaughter,
your princess, offered such fabulous rewards that even princes of
royal blood joined in the search.

{}``There was but one conclusion to reach when all efforts to locate
you had failed, and that, that you had taken the long, last pilgrimage
down the mysterious River Iss, to await in the Valley Dor upon the
shores of the Lost Sea of Korus the beautiful Dejah Thoris, your princess.

{}``Why you had gone none could guess, for your princess still lived\mbox{---}''

{}``Thank God,'' I interrupted him. {}``I did not dare to ask you,
for I feared I might have been too late to save her\mbox{---}she
was very low when I left her in the royal gardens of Tardos Mors that
long-gone night; so very low that I scarcely hoped even then to reach
the atmosphere plant ere her dear spirit had fled from me for ever.
And she lives yet?''\ 

{}``She lives, John Carter.''

{}``You have not told me where we are,'' I reminded him.

{}``We are where I expected to find you, John Carter\mbox{---}and
another. Many years ago you heard the story of the woman who taught
me the thing that green Martians are reared to hate, the woman who
taught me to love. You know the cruel tortures and the awful death
her love won for her at the hands of the beast, Tal Hajus.

{}``She, I thought, awaited me by the Lost Sea of Korus.

{}``You know that it was left for a man from another world, for yourself,
John Carter, to teach this cruel Thark what friendship is; and you,
I thought, also roamed the care-free Valley Dor.

{}``Thus were the two I most longed for at the end of the long pilgrimage
I must take some day, and so as the time had elapsed which Dejah Thoris
had hoped might bring you once more to her side, for she has always
tried to believe that you had but temporarily returned to your own
planet, I at last gave way to my great yearning and a month since
I started upon the journey, the end of which you have this day witnessed.
Do you understand now where you be, John Carter?''\ 

{}``And that was the River Iss, emptying into the Lost Sea of Korus
in the Valley Dor?''\ I asked.

{}``This is the valley of love and peace and rest to which every
Barsoomian since time immemorial has longed to pilgrimage at the end
of a life of hate and strife and bloodshed,'' he replied. {}``This,
John Carter, is Heaven.''

His tone was cold and ironical; its bitterness but reflecting the
terrible disappointment he had suffered. Such a fearful disillusionment,
such a blasting of life-long hopes and aspirations, such an uprooting
of age-old tradition might have excused a vastly greater demonstration
on the part of the Thark.

I laid my hand upon his shoulder.

{}``I am sorry,'' I said, nor did there seem aught else to say.

{}``Think, John Carter, of the countless billions of Barsoomians
who have taken the voluntary pilgrimage down this cruel river since
the beginning of time, only to fall into the ferocious clutches of
the terrible creatures that to-day assailed us.

{}``There is an ancient legend that once a red man returned from
the banks of the Lost Sea of Korus, returned from the Valley Dor,
back through the mysterious River Iss, and the legend has it that
he narrated a fearful blasphemy of horrid brutes that inhabited a
valley of wondrous loveliness, brutes that pounced upon each Barsoomian
as he terminated his pilgrimage and devoured him upon the banks of
the Lost Sea where he had looked to find love and peace and happiness;
but the ancients killed the blasphemer, as tradition has ordained
that any shall be killed who return from the bosom of the River of
Mystery.

{}``But now we know that it was no blasphemy, that the legend is
a true one, and that the man told only of what he saw; but what does
it profit us, John Carter, since even should we escape, we also would
be treated as blasphemers? We are between the wild thoat of certainty
and the mad zitidar of fact\mbox{---}we can escape neither.''

{}``As Earth men say, we are between the devil and the deep sea,
Tars Tarkas,'' I replied, nor could I help but smile at our dilemma.

{}``There is naught that we can do but take things as they come,
and at least have the satisfaction of knowing that whoever slays us
eventually will have far greater numbers of their own dead to count
than they will get in return. White ape or plant man, green Barsoomian
or red man, whosoever it shall be that takes the last toll from us
will know that it is costly in lives to wipe out John Carter, Prince
of the House of Tardos Mors, and Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark, at
the same time.''

I could not help but laugh at him grim humour, and he joined in with
me in one of those rare laughs of real enjoyment which was one of
the attributes of this fierce Tharkian chief which marked him from
the others of his kind.

{}``But about yourself, John Carter,'' he cried at last. {}``If
you have not been here all these years where indeed have you been,
and how is it that I find you here to-day?''\ 

{}``I have been back to Earth,'' I replied. {}``For ten long Earth
years I have been praying and hoping for the day that would carry
me once more to this grim old planet of yours, for which, with all
its cruel and terrible customs, I feel a bond of sympathy and love
even greater than for the world that gave me birth.

{}``For ten years have I been enduring a living death of uncertainty
and doubt as to whether Dejah Thoris lived, and now that for the first
time in all these years my prayers have been answered and my doubt
relieved I find myself, through a cruel whim of fate, hurled into
the one tiny spot of all Barsoom from which there is apparently no
escape, and if there were, at a price which would put out for ever
the last flickering hope which I may cling to of seeing my princess
again in this life\mbox{---}and you have seen to-day with what pitiful
futility man yearns toward a material hereafter.

{}``Only a bare half-hour before I saw you battling with the plant
men I was standing in the moonlight upon the banks of a broad river
that taps the eastern shore of Earth's most blessed land. I have answered
you, my friend. Do you believe?''\ 

{}``I believe,'' replied Tars Tarkas, {}``though I cannot understand.''

As we talked I had been searching the interior of the chamber with
my eyes. It was, perhaps, two hundred feet in length and half as broad,
with what appeared to be a doorway in the centre of the wall directly
opposite that through which we had entered.

The apartment was hewn from the material of the cliff, showing mostly
dull gold in the dim light which a single minute radium illuminator
in the centre of the roof diffused throughout its great dimensions.
Here and there polished surfaces of ruby, emerald, and diamond patched
the golden walls and ceiling. The floor was of another material, very
hard, and worn by much use to the smoothness of glass. Aside from
the two doors I could discern no sign of other aperture, and as one
we knew to be locked against us I approached the other.

As I extended my hand to search for the controlling button, that cruel
and mocking laugh rang out once more, so close to me this time that
I involuntarily shrank back, tightening my grip upon the hilt of my
great sword.

And then from the far corner of the great chamber a hollow voice chanted:
{}``There is no hope, there is no hope; the dead return not, the
dead return not; nor is there any resurrection. Hope not, for there
is no hope.''

Though our eyes instantly turned toward the spot from which the voice
seemed to emanate, there was no one in sight, and I must admit that
cold shivers played along my spine and the short hairs at the base
of my head stiffened and rose up, as do those upon a hound's neck
when in the night his eyes see those uncanny things which are hidden
from the sight of man.

Quickly I walked toward the mournful voice, but it had ceased ere
I reached the further wall, and then from the other end of the chamber
came another voice, shrill and piercing:

{}``Fools! Fools!''\ it shrieked. {}``Thinkest thou to defeat
the eternal laws of life and death? Wouldst cheat the mysterious Issus,
Goddess of Death, of her just dues? Did not her mighty messenger,
the ancient Iss, bear you upon her leaden bosom at your own behest
to the Valley Dor?

{}``Thinkest thou, O fools, that Issus wilt give up her own? Thinkest
thou to escape from whence in all the countless ages but a single
soul has fled?

{}``Go back the way thou camest, to the merciful maws of the children
of the Tree of Life or the gleaming fangs of the great white apes,
for there lies speedy surcease from suffering; but insist in your
rash purpose to thread the mazes of the Golden Cliffs of the Mountains
of Otz, past the ramparts of the impregnable fortresses of the Holy
Therns, and upon your way Death in its most frightful form will overtake
you\mbox{---}a death so horrible that even the Holy Therns themselves,
who conceived both Life and Death, avert their eyes from its fiendishness
and close their ears against the hideous shrieks of its victims.

{}``Go back, O fools, the way thou camest.''

And then the awful laugh broke out from another part of the chamber.

{}``Most uncanny,'' I remarked, turning to Tars Tarkas.

{}``What shall we do?''\ he asked. {}``We cannot fight empty air;
I would almost sooner return and face foes into whose flesh I may
feel my blade bite and know that I am selling my carcass dearly before
I go down to that eternal oblivion which is evidently the fairest
and most desirable eternity that mortal man has the right to hope
for.''

{}``If, as you say, we cannot fight empty air, Tars Tarkas,'' I
replied, {}``neither, on the other hand, can empty air fight us.
I, who have faced and conquered in my time thousands of sinewy warriors
and tempered blades, shall not be turned back by wind; nor no more
shall you, Thark.''

{}``But unseen voices may emanate from unseen and unseeable creatures
who wield invisible blades,'' answered the green warrior.

{}``Rot, Tars Tarkas,'' I cried, {}``those voices come from beings
as real as you or as I.\  In their veins flows lifeblood that may
be let as easily as ours, and the fact that they remain invisible
to us is the best proof to my mind that they are mortal; nor overly
courageous mortals at that. Think you, Tars Tarkas, that John Carter
will fly at the first shriek of a cowardly foe who dare not come out
into the open and face a good blade?''\ 

I had spoken in a loud voice that there might be no question that
our would-be terrorizers should hear me, for I was tiring of this
nerve-racking fiasco. It had occurred to me, too, that the whole business
was but a plan to frighten us back into the valley of death from which
we had escaped, that we might be quickly disposed of by the savage
creatures there.

For a long period there was silence, then of a sudden a soft, stealthy
sound behind me caused me to turn suddenly to behold a great many-legged
banth creeping sinuously upon me.

The banth is a fierce beast of prey that roams the low hills surrounding
the dead seas of ancient Mars. Like nearly all Martian animals it
is almost hairless, having only a great bristly mane about its thick
neck.

Its long, lithe body is supported by ten powerful legs, its enormous
jaws are equipped, like those of the calot, or Martian hound, with
several rows of long needle-like fangs; its mouth reaches to a point
far back of its tiny ears, while its enormous, protruding eyes of
green add the last touch of terror to its awful aspect.

As it crept toward me it lashed its powerful tail against its yellow
sides, and when it saw that it was discovered it emitted the terrifying
roar which often freezes its prey into momentary paralysis in the
instant that it makes its spring.

And so it launched its great bulk toward me, but its mighty voice
had held no paralysing terrors for me, and it met cold steel instead
of the tender flesh its cruel jaws gaped so widely to engulf.

An instant later I drew my blade from the still heart of this great
Barsoomian lion, and turning toward Tars Tarkas was surprised to see
him facing a similar monster.

No sooner had he dispatched his than I, turning, as though drawn by
the instinct of my guardian subconscious mind, beheld another of the
savage denizens of the Martian wilds leaping across the chamber toward
me.

From then on for the better part of an hour one hideous creature after
another was launched upon us, springing apparently from the empty
air about us.

Tars Tarkas was satisfied; here was something tangible that he could
cut and slash with his great blade, while I, for my part, may say
that the diversion was a marked improvement over the uncanny voices
from unseen lips.

That there was nothing supernatural about our new foes was well evidenced
by their howls of rage and pain as they felt the sharp steel at their
vitals, and the very real blood which flowed from their severed arteries
as they died the real death.

I noticed during the period of this new persecution that the beasts
appeared only when our backs were turned; we never saw one really
materialize from thin air, nor did I for an instant sufficiently lose
my excellent reasoning faculties to be once deluded into the belief
that the beasts came into the room other than through some concealed
and well-contrived doorway.

Among the ornaments of Tars Tarkas' leather harness, which is the
only manner of clothing worn by Martians other than silk capes and
robes of silk and fur for protection from the cold after dark, was
a small mirror, about the bigness of a lady's hand glass, which hung
midway between his shoulders and his waist against his broad back.

Once as he stood looking down at a newly fallen antagonist my eyes
happened to fall upon this mirror and in its shiny surface I saw pictured
a sight that caused me to whisper:

{}``Move not, Tars Tarkas! Move not a muscle!''\ 

He did not ask why, but stood like a graven image while my eyes watched
the strange thing that meant so much to us.

What I saw was the quick movement of a section of the wall behind
me. It was turning upon pivots, and with it a section of the floor
directly in front of it was turning. It was as though you placed a
visiting-card upon end on a silver dollar that you had laid flat upon
a table, so that the edge of the card perfectly bisected the surface
of the coin.

The card might represent the section of the wall that turned and the
silver dollar the section of the floor. Both were so nicely fitted
into the adjacent portions of the floor and wall that no crack had
been noticeable in the dim light of the chamber.

As the turn was half completed a great beast was revealed sitting
upon its haunches upon that part of the revolving floor that had been
on the opposite side before the wall commenced to move; when the section
stopped, the beast was facing toward me on our side of the partition\mbox{---}it
was very simple.

But what had interested me most was the sight that the half-turned
section had presented through the opening that it had made. A great
chamber, well lighted, in which were several men and women chained
to the wall, and in front of them, evidently directing and operating
the movement of the secret doorway, a wicked-faced man, neither red
as are the red men of Mars, nor green as are the green men, but white,
like myself, with a great mass of flowing yellow hair.

The prisoners behind him were red Martians. Chained with them were
a number of fierce beasts, such as had been turned upon us, and others
equally as ferocious.

As I turned to meet my new foe it was with a heart considerably lightened.

{}``Watch the wall at your end of the chamber, Tars Tarkas,'' I
cautioned, {}``it is through secret doorways in the wall that the
brutes are loosed upon us.'' I was very close to him and spoke in
a low whisper that my knowledge of their secret might not be disclosed
to our tormentors.

As long as we remained each facing an opposite end of the apartment
no further attacks were made upon us, so it was quite clear to me
that the partitions were in some way pierced that our actions might
be observed from without.

At length a plan of action occurred to me, and backing quite close
to Tars Tarkas I unfolded my scheme in a low whisper, keeping my eyes
still glued upon my end of the room.

The great Thark grunted his assent to my proposition when I had done,
and in accordance with my plan commenced backing toward the wall which
I faced while I advanced slowly ahead of him.

When we had reached a point some ten feet from the secret doorway
I halted my companion, and cautioning him to remain absolutely motionless
until I gave the prearranged signal I quickly turned my back to the
door through which I could almost feel the burning and baleful eyes
of our would be executioner.

Instantly my own eyes sought the mirror upon Tars Tarkas' back and
in another second I was closely watching the section of the wall which
had been disgorging its savage terrors upon us.

I had not long to wait, for presently the golden surface commenced
to move rapidly. Scarcely had it started than I gave the signal to
Tars Tarkas, simultaneously springing for the receding half of the
pivoting door. In like manner the Thark wheeled and leaped for the
opening being made by the inswinging section.

A single bound carried me completely through into the adjoining room
and brought me face to face with the fellow whose cruel face I had
seen before. He was about my own height and well muscled and in every
outward detail moulded precisely as are Earth men.

At his side hung a long-sword, a short-sword, a dagger, and one of
the destructive radium revolvers that are common upon Mars.

The fact that I was armed only with a long-sword, and so according
to the laws and ethics of battle everywhere upon Barsoom should only
have been met with a similar or lesser weapon, seemed to have no effect
upon the moral sense of my enemy, for he whipped out his revolver
ere I scarce had touched the floor by his side, but an uppercut from
my long-sword sent it flying from his grasp before he could discharge
it.

Instantly he drew his long-sword, and thus evenly armed we set to
in earnest for one of the closest battles I ever have fought.

The fellow was a marvellous swordsman and evidently in practice, while
I had not gripped the hilt of a sword for ten long years before that
morning.

But it did not take me long to fall easily into my fighting stride,
so that in a few minutes the man began to realize that he had at last
met his match.

His face became livid with rage as he found my guard impregnable,
while blood flowed from a dozen minor wounds upon his face and body.

{}``Who are you, white man?''\ he hissed. {}``That you are no
Barsoomian from the outer world is evident from your colour. And you
are not of us.''

His last statement was almost a question.

{}``What if I were from the Temple of Issus?''\ I hazarded on a
wild guess.

{}``Fate forfend!''\ he exclaimed, his face going white under the
blood that now nearly covered it.

I did not know how to follow up my lead, but I carefully laid the
idea away for future use should circumstances require it. His answer
indicated that for all he \textit{knew} I might be from the Temple
of Issus and in it were men like unto myself, and either this man
feared the inmates of the temple or else he held their persons or
their power in such reverence that he trembled to think of the harm
and indignities he had heaped upon one of them.

But my present business with him was of a different nature than that
which requires any considerable abstract reasoning; it was to get
my sword between his ribs, and this I succeeded in doing within the
next few seconds, nor was I an instant too soon.

The chained prisoners had been watching the combat in tense silence;
not a sound had fallen in the room other than the clashing of our
contending blades, the soft shuffling of our naked feet and the few
whispered words we had hissed at each other through clenched teeth
the while we continued our mortal duel.

But as the body of my antagonist sank an inert mass to the floor a
cry of warning broke from one of the female prisoners.

{}``Turn! Turn! Behind you!''\ she shrieked, and as I wheeled at
the first note of her shrill cry I found myself facing a second man
of the same race as he who lay at my feet.

The fellow had crept stealthily from a dark corridor and was almost
upon me with raised sword ere I saw him. Tars Tarkas was nowhere in
sight and the secret panel in the wall, through which I had come,
was closed.

How I wished that he were by my side now! I had fought almost continuously
for many hours; I had passed through such experiences and adventures
as must sap the vitality of man, and with all this I had not eaten
for nearly twenty-four hours, nor slept.

I was fagged out, and for the first time in years felt a question
as to my ability to cope with an antagonist; but there was naught
else for it than to engage my man, and that as quickly and ferociously
as lay in me, for my only salvation was to rush him off his feet by
the impetuosity of my attack\mbox{---}I could not hope to win a long-drawn-out
battle.

But the fellow was evidently of another mind, for he backed and parried
and parried and sidestepped until I was almost completely fagged from
the exertion of attempting to finish him.

He was a more adroit swordsman, if possible, than my previous foe,
and I must admit that he led me a pretty chase and in the end came
near to making a sorry fool of me\mbox{---}and a dead one into the
bargain.

I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker, until at length objects
commenced to blur before my eyes and I staggered and blundered about
more asleep than awake, and then it was that he worked his pretty
little coup that came near to losing me my life.

He had backed me around so that I stood in front of the corpse of
his fellow, and then he rushed me suddenly so that I was forced back
upon it, and as my heel struck it the impetus of my body flung me
backward across the dead man.

My head struck the hard pavement with a resounding whack, and to that
alone I owe my life, for it cleared my brain and the pain roused my
temper, so that I was equal for the moment to tearing my enemy to
pieces with my bare hands, and I verily believe that I should have
attempted it had not my right hand, in the act of raising my body
from the ground, come in contact with a bit of cold metal.

As the eyes of the layman so is the hand of the fighting man when
it comes in contact with an implement of his vocation, and thus I
did not need to look or reason to know that the dead man's revolver,
lying where it had fallen when I struck it from his grasp, was at
my disposal.

The fellow whose ruse had put me down was springing toward me, the
point of his gleaming blade directed straight at my heart, and as
he came there rang from his lips the cruel and mocking peal of laughter
that I had heard within the Chamber of Mystery.

And so he died, his thin lips curled in the snarl of his hateful laugh,
and a bullet from the revolver of his dead companion bursting in his
heart.

His body, borne by the impetus of his headlong rush, plunged upon
me. The hilt of his sword must have struck my head, for with the impact
of the corpse I lost consciousness.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER IV. THUVIA}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER IV. THUVIA}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THUVIA}

It was the sound of conflict that aroused me once more to the realities
of life. For a moment I could neither place my surroundings nor locate
the sounds which had aroused me. And then from beyond the blank wall
beside which I lay I heard the shuffling of feet, the snarling of
grim beasts, the clank of metal accoutrements, and the heavy breathing
of a man.

As I rose to my feet I glanced hurriedly about the chamber in which
I had just encountered such a warm reception. The prisoners and the
savage brutes rested in their chains by the opposite wall eyeing me
with varying expressions of curiosity, sullen rage, surprise, and
hope.

The latter emotion seemed plainly evident upon the handsome and intelligent
face of the young red Martian woman whose cry of warning had been
instrumental in saving my life.

She was the perfect type of that remarkably beautiful race whose outward
appearance is identical with the more god-like races of Earth men,
except that this higher race of Martians is of a light reddish copper
colour. As she was entirely unadorned I could not even guess her station
in life, though it was evident that she was either a prisoner or slave
in her present environment.

It was several seconds before the sounds upon the opposite side of
the partition jolted my slowly returning faculties into a realization
of their probable import, and then of a sudden I grasped the fact
that they were caused by Tars Tarkas in what was evidently a desperate
struggle with wild beasts or savage men.

With a cry of encouragement I threw my weight against the secret door,
but as well have assayed the down-hurling of the cliffs themselves.
Then I sought feverishly for the secret of the revolving panel, but
my search was fruitless, and I was about to raise my longsword against
the sullen gold when the young woman prisoner called out to me.

{}``Save thy sword, O Mighty Warrior, for thou shalt need it more
where it will avail to some purpose\mbox{---}shatter it not against
senseless metal which yields better to the lightest finger touch of
one who knows its secret.''

{}``Know you the secret of it then?''\ I asked.

{}``Yes; release me and I will give you entrance to the other horror
chamber, if you wish. The keys to my fetters are upon the first dead
of thy foemen. But why would you return to face again the fierce banth,
or whatever other form of destruction they have loosed within that
awful trap?''\ 

{}``Because my friend fights there alone,'' I answered, as I hastily
sought and found the keys upon the carcass of the dead custodian of
this grim chamber of horrors.

There were many keys upon the oval ring, but the fair Martian maid
quickly selected that which sprung the great lock at her waist, and
freed she hurried toward the secret panel.

Again she sought out a key upon the ring. This time a slender, needle-like
affair which she inserted in an almost invisible hole in the wall.
Instantly the door swung upon its pivot, and the contiguous section
of the floor upon which I was standing carried me with it into the
chamber where Tars Tarkas fought.

The great Thark stood with his back against an angle of the walls,
while facing him in a semi-circle a half-dozen huge monsters crouched
waiting for an opening. Their blood-streaked heads and shoulders testified
to the cause of their wariness as well as to the swordsmanship of
the green warrior whose glossy hide bore the same mute but eloquent
witness to the ferocity of the attacks that he had so far withstood.

Sharp talons and cruel fangs had torn leg, arm, and breast literally
to ribbons. So weak was he from continued exertion and loss of blood
that but for the supporting wall I doubt that he even could have stood
erect. But with the tenacity and indomitable courage of his kind he
still faced his cruel and relentless foes\mbox{---}the personification
of that ancient proverb of his tribe: {}``Leave to a Thark his head
and one hand and he may yet conquer.''

As he saw me enter, a grim smile touched those grim lips of his, but
whether the smile signified relief or merely amusement at the sight
of my own bloody and dishevelled condition I do not know.

As I was about to spring into the conflict with my sharp long-sword
I felt a gentle hand upon my shoulder and turning found, to my surprise,
that the young woman had followed me into the chamber.

{}``Wait,'' she whispered, {}``leave them to me,'' and pushing
me advanced, all defenceless and unarmed, upon the snarling banths.

When quite close to them she spoke a single Martian word in low but
peremptory tones. Like lightning the great beasts wheeled upon her,
and I looked to see her torn to pieces before I could reach her side,
but instead the creatures slunk to her feet like puppies that expect
a merited whipping.

Again she spoke to them, but in tones so low I could not catch the
words, and then she started toward the opposite side of the chamber
with the six mighty monsters trailing at heel. One by one she sent
them through the secret panel into the room beyond, and when the last
had passed from the chamber where we stood in wide-eyed amazement
she turned and smiled at us and then herself passed through, leaving
us alone.

For a moment neither of us spoke. Then Tars Tarkas said:

{}``I heard the fighting beyond the partition through which you passed,
but I did not fear for you, John Carter, until I heard the report
of a revolver shot. I knew that there lived no man upon all Barsoom
who could face you with naked steel and live, but the shot stripped
the last vestige of hope from me, since you I knew to be without firearms.
Tell me of it.''

I did as he bade, and then together we sought the secret panel through
which I had just entered the apartment\mbox{---}the one at the opposite
end of the room from that through which the girl had led her savage
companions.

To our disappointment the panel eluded our every effort to negotiate
its secret lock. We felt that once beyond it we might look with some
little hope of success for a passage to the outside world.

The fact that the prisoners within were securely chained led us to
believe that surely there must be an avenue of escape from the terrible
creatures which inhabited this unspeakable place.

Again and again we turned from one door to another, from the baffling
golden panel at one end of the chamber to its mate at the other\mbox{---}equally
baffling.

When we had about given up all hope one of the panels turned silently
toward us, and the young woman who had led away the banths stood once
more beside us.

{}``Who are you?''\ she asked, {}``and what your mission, that
you have the temerity to attempt to escape from the Valley Dor and
the death you have chosen?''\ 

{}``I have chosen no death, maiden,'' I replied. {}``I am not of
Barsoom, nor have I taken yet the voluntary pilgrimage upon the River
Iss. My friend here is Jeddak of all the Tharks, and though he has
not yet expressed a desire to return to the living world, I am taking
him with me from the living lie that hath lured him to this frightful
place.

{}``I am of another world. I am John Carter, Prince of the House
of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium. Perchance some faint rumour of me
may have leaked within the confines of your hellish abode.''

She smiled.

{}``Yes,'' she replied, {}``naught that passes in the world we
have left is unknown here. I have heard of you, many years ago. The
therns have ofttimes wondered whither you had flown, since you had
neither taken the pilgrimage, nor could be found upon the face of
Barsoom.''

{}``Tell me,'' I said, {}``and who be you, and why a prisoner,
yet with power over the ferocious beasts of the place that denotes
familiarity and authority far beyond that which might be expected
of a prisoner or a slave?''\ 

{}``Slave I am,'' she answered. {}``For fifteen years a slave in
this terrible place, and now that they have tired of me and become
fearful of the power which my knowledge of their ways has given me
I am but recently condemned to die the death.''

She shuddered.

{}``What death?''\ I asked.

{}``The Holy Therns eat human flesh,'' she answered me; {}``but
only that which has died beneath the sucking lips of a plant man\mbox{---}flesh
from which the defiling blood of life has been drawn. And to this
cruel end I have been condemned. It was to be within a few hours,
had your advent not caused an interruption of their plans.''

{}``Was it then Holy Therns who felt the weight of John Carter's
hand?''\ I asked.

{}``Oh, no; those whom you laid low are lesser therns; but of the
same cruel and hateful race. The Holy Therns abide upon the outer
slopes of these grim hills, facing the broad world from which they
harvest their victims and their spoils.

{}``Labyrinthine passages connect these caves with the luxurious
palaces of the Holy Therns, and through them pass upon their many
duties the lesser therns, and hordes of slaves, and prisoners, and
fierce beasts; the grim inhabitants of this sunless world.

{}``There be within this vast network of winding passages and countless
chambers men, women, and beasts who, born within its dim and gruesome
underworld, have never seen the light of day\mbox{---}nor ever shall.

{}``They are kept to do the bidding of the race of therns; to furnish
at once their sport and their sustenance.

{}``Now and again some hapless pilgrim, drifting out upon the silent
sea from the cold Iss, escapes the plant men and the great white apes
that guard the Temple of Issus and falls into the remorseless clutches
of the therns; or, as was my misfortune, is coveted by the Holy Thern
who chances to be upon watch in the balcony above the river where
it issues from the bowels of the mountains through the cliffs of gold
to empty into the Lost Sea of Korus.

{}``All who reach the Valley Dor are, by custom, the rightful prey
of the plant men and the apes, while their arms and ornaments become
the portion of the therns; but if one escapes the terrible denizens
of the valley for even a few hours the therns may claim such a one
as their own. And again the Holy Thern on watch, should he see a victim
he covets, often tramples upon the rights of the unreasoning brutes
of the valley and takes his prize by foul means if he cannot gain
it by fair.

{}``It is said that occasionally some deluded victim of Barsoomian
superstition will so far escape the clutches of the countless enemies
that beset his path from the moment that he emerges from the subterranean
passage through which the Iss flows for a thousand miles before it
enters the Valley Dor as to reach the very walls of the Temple of
Issus; but what fate awaits one there not even the Holy Therns may
guess, for who has passed within those gilded walls never has returned
to unfold the mysteries they have held since the beginning of time.

{}``The Temple of Issus is to the therns what the Valley Dor is imagined
by the peoples of the outer world to be to them; it is the ultimate
haven of peace, refuge, and happiness to which they pass after this
life and wherein an eternity of eternities is spent amidst the delights
of the flesh which appeal most strongly to this race of mental giants
and moral pygmies.''

{}``The Temple of Issus is, I take it, a heaven within a heaven,''
I said. {}``Let us hope that there it will be meted to the therns
as they have meted it here unto others.''

{}``Who knows?''\ the girl murmured.

{}``The therns, I judge from what you have said, are no less mortal
than we; and yet have I always heard them spoken of with the utmost
awe and reverence by the people of Barsoom, as one might speak of
the gods themselves.''

{}``The therns are mortal,'' she replied. {}``They die from the
same causes as you or I might: those who do not live their allotted
span of life, one thousand years, when by the authority of custom
they may take their way in happiness through the long tunnel that
leads to Issus.

{}``Those who die before are supposed to spend the balance of their
allotted time in the image of a plant man, and it is for this reason
that the plant men are held sacred by the therns, since they believe
that each of these hideous creatures was formerly a thern.''

{}``And should a plant man die?''\ I asked.

{}``Should he die before the expiration of the thousand years from
the birth of the thern whose immortality abides within him then the
soul passes into a great white ape, but should the ape die short of
the exact hour that terminates the thousand years the soul is for
ever lost and passes for all eternity into the carcass of the slimy
and fearsome silian whose wriggling thousands seethe the silent sea
beneath the hurtling moons when the sun has gone and strange shapes
walk through the Valley Dor.''

{}``We sent several Holy Therns to the silians to-day, then,'' said
Tars Tarkas, laughing.

{}``And so will your death be the more terrible when it comes,''
said the maiden. {}``And come it will\mbox{---}you cannot escape.''

{}``One has escaped, centuries ago,'' I reminded her, {}``and what
has been done may be done again.''

{}``It is useless even to try,'' she answered hopelessly.

{}``But try we shall,'' I cried, and you shall go with us, if you
wish.''

{}``To be put to death by mine own people, and render my memory a
disgrace to my family and my nation? A Prince of the House of Tardos
Mors should know better than to suggest such a thing.''

Tars Tarkas listened in silence, but I could feel his eyes riveted
upon me and I knew that he awaited my answer as one might listen to
the reading of his sentence by the foreman of a jury.

What I advised the girl to do would seal our fate as well, since if
I bowed to the inevitable decree of age-old superstition we must all
remain and meet our fate in some horrible form within this awful abode
of horror and cruelty.

{}``We have the right to escape if we can,'' I answered. {}``Our
own moral senses will not be offended if we succeed, for we know that
the fabled life of love and peace in the blessed Valley of Dor is
a rank and wicked deception. We know that the valley is not sacred;
we know that the Holy Therns are not holy; that they are a race of
cruel and heartless mortals, knowing no more of the real life to come
than we do.

{}``Not only is it our right to bend every effort to escape\mbox{---}it
is a solemn duty from which we should not shrink even though we know
that we should be reviled and tortured by our own peoples when we
returned to them.

{}``Only thus may we carry the truth to those without, and though
the likelihood of our narrative being given credence is, I grant you,
remote, so wedded are mortals to their stupid infatuation for impossible
superstitions, we should be craven cowards indeed were we to shirk
the plain duty which confronts us.

{}``Again there is a chance that with the weight of the testimony
of several of us the truth of our statements may be accepted, and
at least a compromise effected which will result in the dispatching
of an expedition of investigation to this hideous mockery of heaven.''

Both the girl and the green warrior stood silent in thought for some
moments. The former it was who eventually broke the silence.

{}``Never had I considered the matter in that light before,'' she
said. {}``Indeed would I give my life a thousand times if I could
but save a single soul from the awful life that I have led in this
cruel place. Yes, you are right, and I will go with you as far as
we can go; but I doubt that we ever shall escape.''

I turned an inquiring glance toward the Thark.

{}``To the gates of Issus, or to the bottom of Korus,'' spoke the
green warrior; {}``to the snows to the north or to the snows to the
south, Tars Tarkas follows where John Carter leads. I have spoken.''

{}``Come, then,'' I cried, {}``we must make the start, for we could
not be further from escape than we now are in the heart of this mountain
and within the four walls of this chamber of death.''

{}``Come, then,'' said the girl, {}``but do not flatter yourself
that you can find no worse place than this within the territory of
the therns.''

So saying she swung the secret panel that separated us from the apartment
in which I had found her, and we stepped through once more into the
presence of the other prisoners.

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.

Thuvia, the girl whom I had first freed, soon had the others at liberty.
Tars Tarkas and I stripped the bodies of the two therns of their weapons,
which included swords, daggers, and two revolvers of the curious and
deadly type manufactured by the red Martians.

We distributed the weapons as far as they would go among our followers,
giving the firearms to two of the women; Thuvia being one so armed.

With the latter as our guide we set off rapidly but cautiously through
a maze of passages, crossing great chambers hewn from the solid metal
of the cliff, following winding corridors, ascending steep inclines,
and now and again concealing ourselves in dark recesses at the sound
of approaching footsteps.

Our destination, Thuvia said, was a distant storeroom where arms and
ammunition in plenty might be found. From there she was to lead us
to the summit of the cliffs, from where it would require both wondrous
wit and mighty fighting to win our way through the very heart of the
stronghold of the Holy Therns to the world without.

{}``And even then, O Prince,'' she cried, {}``the arm of the Holy
Thern is long. It reaches to every nation of Barsoom. His secret temples
are hidden in the heart of every community. Wherever we go should
we escape we shall find that word of our coming has preceded us, and
death awaits us before we may pollute the air with our blasphemies.''

We had proceeded for possibly an hour without serious interruption,
and Thuvia had just whispered to me that we were approaching our first
destination, when on entering a great chamber we came upon a man,
evidently a thern.

He wore in addition to his leathern trappings and jewelled ornaments
a great circlet of gold about his brow in the exact centre of which
was set an immense stone, the exact counterpart of that which I had
seen upon the breast of the little old man at the atmosphere plant
nearly twenty years before.

It is the one priceless jewel of Barsoom. Only two are known to exist,
and these were worn as the insignia of their rank and position by
the two old men in whose charge was placed the operation of the great
engines which pump the artificial atmosphere to all parts of Mars
from the huge atmosphere plant, the secret to whose mighty portals
placed in my possession the ability to save from immediate extinction
the life of a whole world.

The stone worn by the thern who confronted us was of about the same
size as that which I had seen before; an inch in diameter I should
say. It scintillated nine different and distinct rays; the seven primary
colours of our earthly prism and the two rays which are unknown upon
Earth, but whose wondrous beauty is indescribable.

As the thern saw us his eyes narrowed to two nasty slits.

{}``Stop!''\ he cried. {}``What means this, Thuvia?''\ 

For answer the girl raised her revolver and fired point-blank at him.
Without a sound he sank to the earth, dead.

{}``Beast!''\ she hissed. {}``After all these years I am at last
revenged.''

Then as she turned toward me, evidently with a word of explanation
on her lips, her eyes suddenly widened as they rested upon me, and
with a little exclamation she started toward me.

{}``O Prince,'' she cried, {}``Fate is indeed kind to us. The way
is still difficult, but through this vile thing upon the floor we
may yet win to the outer world. Notest thou not the remarkable resemblance
between this Holy Thern and thyself?''\ 

The man was indeed of my precise stature, nor were his eyes and features
unlike mine; but his hair was a mass of flowing yellow locks, like
those of the two I had killed, while mine is black and close cropped.

{}``What of the resemblance?''\ I asked the girl Thuvia. {}``Do
you wish me with my black, short hair to pose as a yellow-haired priest
of this infernal cult?''\ 

She smiled, and for answer approached the body of the man she had
slain, and kneeling beside it removed the circlet of gold from the
forehead, and then to my utter amazement lifted the entire scalp bodily
from the corpse's head.

Rising, she advanced to my side and placing the yellow wig over my
black hair, crowned me with the golden circlet set with the magnificent
gem.

{}``Now don his harness, Prince,'' she said, {}``and you may pass
where you will in the realms of the therns, for Sator Throg was a
Holy Thern of the Tenth Cycle, and mighty among his kind.''

As I stooped to the dead man to do her bidding I noted that not a
hair grew upon his head, which was quite as bald as an egg.

{}``They are all thus from birth,'' explained Thuvia noting my surprise.
{}``The race from which they sprang were crowned with a luxuriant
growth of golden hair, but for many ages the present race has been
entirely bald. The wig, however, has come to be a part of their apparel,
and so important a part do they consider it that it is cause for the
deepest disgrace were a thern to appear in public without it.''

In another moment I stood garbed in the habiliments of a Holy Thern.

At Thuvia's suggestion two of the released prisoners bore the body
of the dead thern upon their shoulders with us as we continued our
journey toward the storeroom, which we reached without further mishap.

Here the keys which Thuvia bore from the dead thern of the prison
vault were the means of giving us immediate entrance to the chamber,
and very quickly we were thoroughly outfitted with arms and ammunition.

By this time I was so thoroughly fagged out that I could go no further,
so I threw myself upon the floor, bidding Tars Tarkas to do likewise,
and cautioning two of the released prisoners to keep careful watch.

In an instant I was asleep.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER V. CORRIDORS OF PERIL}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER V. CORRIDORS OF PERIL}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{CORRIDORS OF PERIL}

How long I slept upon the floor of the storeroom I do not know, but
it must have been many hours.

I was awakened with a start by cries of alarm, and scarce were my
eyes opened, nor had I yet sufficiently collected my wits to quite
realize where I was, when a fusillade of shots rang out, reverberating
through the subterranean corridors in a series of deafening echoes.

In an instant I was upon my feet. A dozen lesser therns confronted
us from a large doorway at the opposite end of the storeroom from
which we had entered. About me lay the bodies of my companions, with
the exception of Thuvia and Tars Tarkas, who, like myself, had been
asleep upon the floor and thus escaped the first raking fire.

As I gained my feet the therns lowered their wicked rifles, their
faces distorted in mingled chagrin, consternation, and alarm.

Instantly I rose to the occasion.

{}``What means this?''\ I cried in tones of fierce anger. {}``Is
Sator Throg to be murdered by his own vassals?''\ 

{}``Have mercy, O Master of the Tenth Cycle!''\ cried one of the
fellows, while the others edged toward the doorway as though to attempt
a surreptitious escape from the presence of the mighty one.

{}``Ask them their mission here,'' whispered Thuvia at my elbow.

{}``What do you here, fellows?''\ I cried.

{}``Two from the outer world are at large within the dominions of
the therns. We sought them at the command of the Father of Therns.
One was white with black hair, the other a huge green warrior,''
and here the fellow cast a suspicious glance toward Tars Tarkas.

{}``Here, then, is one of them,'' spoke Thuvia, indicating the Thark,
{}``and if you will look upon this dead man by the door perhaps you
will recognize the other. It was left for Sator Throg and his poor
slaves to accomplish what the lesser therns of the guard were unable
to do\mbox{---}we have killed one and captured the other; for this
had Sator Throg given us our liberty. And now in your stupidity have
you come and killed all but myself, and like to have killed the mighty
Sator Throg himself.''

The men looked very sheepish and very scared.

{}``Had they not better throw these bodies to the plant men and then
return to their quarters, O Mighty One?''\ asked Thuvia of me.

{}``Yes; do as Thuvia bids you,'' I said.

As the men picked up the bodies I noticed that the one who stooped
to gather up the late Sator Throg started as his closer scrutiny fell
upon the upturned face, and then the fellow stole a furtive, sneaking
glance in my direction from the corner of his eye.

That he suspicioned something of the truth I could have sworn; but
that it was only a suspicion which he did not dare voice was evidenced
by his silence.

Again, as he bore the body from the room, he shot a quick but searching
glance toward me, and then his eyes fell once more upon the bald and
shiny dome of the dead man in his arms. The last fleeting glimpse
that I obtained of his profile as he passed from my sight without
the chamber revealed a cunning smile of triumph upon his lips.

Only Tars Tarkas, Thuvia, and I were left. The fatal marksmanship
of the therns had snatched from our companions whatever slender chance
they had of gaining the perilous freedom of the world without.

So soon as the last of the gruesome procession had disappeared the
girl urged us to take up our flight once more.

She, too, had noted the questioning attitude of the thern who had
borne Sator Throg away.

{}``It bodes no good for us, O Prince,'' she said. {}``For even
though this fellow dared not chance accusing you in error, there be
those above with power sufficient to demand a closer scrutiny, and
that, Prince would indeed prove fatal.''

I shrugged my shoulders. It seemed that in any event the outcome of
our plight must end in death. I was refreshed from my sleep, but still
weak from loss of blood. My wounds were painful. No medicinal aid
seemed possible. How I longed for the almost miraculous healing power
of the strange salves and lotions of the green Martian women. In an
hour they would have had me as new.

I was discouraged. Never had a feeling of such utter hopelessness
come over me in the face of danger. Then the long flowing, yellow
locks of the Holy Thern, caught by some vagrant draught, blew about
my face.

Might they not still open the way of freedom? If we acted in time,
might we not even yet escape before the general alarm was sounded?
We could at least try.

{}``What will the fellow do first, Thuvia?''\ I asked. {}``How
long will it be before they may return for us?''\ 

{}``He will go directly to the Father of Therns, old Matai Shang.
He may have to wait for an audience, but since he is very high among
the lesser therns, in fact as a thorian among them, it will not be
long that Matai Shang will keep him waiting.

{}``Then if the Father of Therns puts credence in his story, another
hour will see the galleries and chambers, the courts and gardens,
filled with searchers.''

{}``What we do then must be done within an hour. What is the best
way, Thuvia, the shortest way out of this celestial Hades?''\ 

{}``Straight to the top of the cliffs, Prince,'' she replied, {}``and
then through the gardens to the inner courts. From there our way will
lie within the temples of the therns and across them to the outer
court. Then the ramparts\mbox{---}O Prince, it is hopeless. Ten thousand
warriors could not hew a way to liberty from out this awful place.

{}``Since the beginning of time, little by little, stone by stone,
have the therns been ever adding to the defences of their stronghold.
A continuous line of impregnable fortifications circles the outer
slopes of the Mountains of Otz.

{}``Within the temples that lie behind the ramparts a million fighting-men
are ever ready. The courts and gardens are filled with slaves, with
women and with children.

{}``None could go a stone's throw without detection.''

{}``If there is no other way, Thuvia, why dwell upon the difficulties
of this. We must face them.''

{}``Can we not better make the attempt after dark?''\ asked Tars
Tarkas. {}``There would seem to be no chance by day.''

{}``There would be a little better chance by night, but even then
the ramparts are well guarded; possibly better than by day. There
are fewer abroad in the courts and gardens, though,'' said Thuvia.

{}``What is the hour?''\ I asked.

{}``It was midnight when you released me from my chains,'' said
Thuvia. {}``Two hours later we reached the storeroom. There you slept
for fourteen hours. It must now be nearly sundown again. Come, we
will go to some nearby window in the cliff and make sure.''

So saying, she led the way through winding corridors until at a sudden
turn we came upon an opening which overlooked the Valley Dor.

At our right the sun was setting, a huge red orb, below the western
range of Otz. A little below us stood the Holy Thern on watch upon
his balcony. His scarlet robe of office was pulled tightly about him
in anticipation of the cold that comes so suddenly with darkness as
the sun sets. So rare is the atmosphere of Mars that it absorbs very
little heat from the sun. During the daylight hours it is always extremely
hot; at night it is intensely cold. Nor does the thin atmosphere refract
the sun's rays or diffuse its light as upon Earth. There is no twilight
on Mars. When the great orb of day disappears beneath the horizon
the effect is precisely as that of the extinguishing of a single lamp
within a chamber. From brilliant light you are plunged without warning
into utter darkness. Then the moons come; the mysterious, magic moons
of Mars, hurtling like monster meteors low across the face of the
planet.

The declining sun lighted brilliantly the eastern banks of Korus,
the crimson sward, the gorgeous forest. Beneath the trees we saw feeding
many herds of plant men. The adults stood aloft upon their toes and
their mighty tails, their talons pruning every available leaf and
twig. It was then that I understood the careful trimming of the trees
which had led me to form the mistaken idea when first I opened my
eyes upon the grove that it was the playground of a civilized people.

As we watched, our eyes wandered to the rolling Iss, which issued
from the base of the cliffs beneath us. Presently there emerged from
the mountain a canoe laden with lost souls from the outer world. There
were a dozen of them. All were of the highly civilized and cultured
race of red men who are dominant on Mars.

The eyes of the herald upon the balcony beneath us fell upon the doomed
party as soon as did ours. He raised his head and leaning far out
over the low rail that rimmed his dizzy perch, voiced the shrill,
weird wail that called the demons of this hellish place to the attack.

For an instant the brutes stood with stiffly erected ears, then they
poured from the grove toward the river's bank, covering the distance
with great, ungainly leaps.

The party had landed and was standing on the sward as the awful horde
came in sight. There was a brief and futile effort of defence. Then
silence as the huge, repulsive shapes covered the bodies of their
victims and scores of sucking mouths fastened themselves to the flesh
of their prey.

I turned away in disgust.

{}``Their part is soon over,'' said Thuvia. {}``The great white
apes get the flesh when the plant men have drained the arteries. Look,
they are coming now.''

As I turned my eyes in the direction the girl indicated, I saw a dozen
of the great white monsters running across the valley toward the river
bank. Then the sun went down and darkness that could almost be felt
engulfed us.

Thuvia lost no time in leading us toward the corridor which winds
back and forth up through the cliffs toward the surface thousands
of feet above the level on which we had been.

Twice great banths, wandering loose through the galleries, blocked
our progress, but in each instance Thuvia spoke a low word of command
and the snarling beasts slunk sullenly away.

{}``If you can dissolve all our obstacles as easily as you master
these fierce brutes I can see no difficulties in our way,'' I said
to the girl, smiling. {}``How do you do it?''\ 

She laughed, and then shuddered.

{}``I do not quite know,'' she said. {}``When first I came here
I angered Sator Throg, because I repulsed him. He ordered me to be
thrown into one of the great pits in the inner gardens. It was filled
with banths. In my own country I had been accustomed to command. Something
in my voice, I do not know what, cowed the beasts as they sprang to
attack me.

{}``Instead of tearing me to pieces, as Sator Throg had desired,
they fawned at my feet. So greatly were Sator Throg and his friends
amused by the sight that they kept me to train and handle the terrible
creatures. I know them all by name. There are many of them wandering
through these lower regions. They are the scavengers. Many prisoners
die here in their chains. The banths solve the problem of sanitation,
at least in this respect.

{}``In the gardens and temples above they are kept in pits. The therns
fear them. It is because of the banths that they seldom venture below
ground except as their duties call them.''

An idea occurred to me, suggested by what Thuvia had just said.

{}``Why not take a number of banths and set them loose before us
above ground?''\ I asked.

Thuvia laughed.

{}``It would distract attention from us, I am sure,'' she said.

She commenced calling in a low singsong voice that was half purr.
She continued this as we wound our tedious way through the maze of
subterranean passages and chambers.

Presently soft, padded feet sounded close behind us, and as I turned
I saw a pair of great, green eyes shining in the dark shadows at our
rear. From a diverging tunnel a sinuous, tawny form crept stealthily
toward us.

Low growls and angry snarls assailed our ears on every side as we
hastened on and one by one the ferocious creatures answered the call
of their mistress.

She spoke a word to each as it joined us. Like well-schooled terriers,
they paced the corridors with us, but I could not help but note the
lathering jowls, nor the hungry expressions with which they eyed Tars
Tarkas and myself.

Soon we were entirely surrounded by some fifty of the brutes. Two
walked close on either side of Thuvia, as guards might walk. The sleek
sides of others now and then touched my own naked limbs. It was a
strange experience; the almost noiseless passage of naked human feet
and padded paws; the golden walls splashed with precious stones; the
dim light cast by the tiny radium bulbs set at considerable distances
along the roof; the huge, maned beasts of prey crowding with low growls
about us; the mighty green warrior towering high above us all; myself
crowned with the priceless diadem of a Holy Thern; and leading the
procession the beautiful girl, Thuvia.

I shall not soon forget it.

Presently we approached a great chamber more brightly lighted than
the corridors. Thuvia halted us. Quietly she stole toward the entrance
and glanced within. Then she motioned us to follow her.

The room was filled with specimens of the strange beings that inhabit
this underworld; a heterogeneous collection of hybrids\mbox{---}the
offspring of the prisoners from the outside world; red and green Martians
and the white race of therns.

Constant confinement below ground had wrought odd freaks upon their
skins. They more resemble corpses than living beings. Many are deformed,
others maimed, while the majority, Thuvia explained, are sightless.

As they lay sprawled about the floor, sometimes overlapping one another,
again in heaps of several bodies, they suggested instantly to me the
grotesque illustrations that I had seen in copies of Dante's \emph{Inferno},
and what more fitting comparison? Was this not indeed a veritable
hell, peopled by lost souls, dead and damned beyond all hope?

Picking our way carefully we threaded a winding path across the chamber,
the great banths sniffing hungrily at the tempting prey spread before
them in such tantalizing and defenceless profusion.

Several times we passed the entrances to other chambers similarly
peopled, and twice again we were compelled to cross directly through
them. In others were chained prisoners and beasts.

{}``Why is it that we see no therns?''\ I asked of Thuvia.

{}``They seldom traverse the underworld at night, for then it is
that the great banths prowl the dim corridors seeking their prey.
The therns fear the awful denizens of this cruel and hopeless world
that they have fostered and allowed to grow beneath their feet. The
prisoners even sometimes turn upon them and rend them. The thern can
never tell from what dark shadow an assassin may spring upon his back.

{}``By day it is different. Then the corridors and chambers are filled
with guards passing to and fro; slaves from the temples above come
by hundreds to the granaries and storerooms. All is life then. You
did not see it because I led you not in the beaten tracks, but through
roundabout passages seldom used. Yet it is possible that we may meet
a thern even yet. They do occasionally find it necessary to come here
after the sun has set. Because of this I have moved with such great
caution.''

But we reached the upper galleries without detection and presently
Thuvia halted us at the foot of a short, steep ascent.

{}``Above us,'' she said, {}``is a doorway which opens on to the
inner gardens. I have brought you thus far. From here on for four
miles to the outer ramparts our way will be beset by countless dangers.
Guards patrol the courts, the temples, the gardens. Every inch of
the ramparts themselves is beneath the eye of a sentry.''

I could not understand the necessity for such an enormous force of
armed men about a spot so surrounded by mystery and superstition that
not a soul upon Barsoom would have dared to approach it even had they
known its exact location. I questioned Thuvia, asking her what enemies
the therns could fear in their impregnable fortress.

We had reached the doorway now and Thuvia was opening it.

{}``They fear the black pirates of Barsoom, O Prince,'' she said,
{}``from whom may our first ancestors preserve us.''

The door swung open; the smell of growing things greeted my nostrils;
the cool night air blew against my cheek. The great banths sniffed
the unfamiliar odours, and then with a rush they broke past us with
low growls, swarming across the gardens beneath the lurid light of
the nearer moon.

Suddenly a great cry arose from the roofs of the temples; a cry of
alarm and warning that, taken up from point to point, ran off to the
east and to the west, from temple, court, and rampart, until it sounded
as a dim echo in the distance.

The great Thark's long-sword leaped from its scabbard; Thuvia shrank
shuddering to my side.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER VI. THE BLACK PIRATES OF BARSOOM}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER VI. THE BLACK PIRATES OF BARSOOM}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE BLACK PIRATES OF BARSOOM}

{}``What is it?''\ I asked of the girl.

For answer she pointed to the sky.

I looked, and there, above us, I saw shadowy bodies flitting hither
and thither high over temple, court, and garden.

Almost immediately flashes of light broke from these strange objects.
There was a roar of musketry, and then answering flashes and roars
from temple and rampart.

{}``The black pirates of Barsoom, O Prince,'' said Thuvia.

In great circles the air craft of the marauders swept lower and lower
toward the defending forces of the therns.

Volley after volley they vomited upon the temple guards; volley on
volley crashed through the thin air toward the fleeting and illusive
fliers.

As the pirates swooped closer toward the ground, thern soldiery poured
from the temples into the gardens and courts. The sight of them in
the open brought a score of fliers darting toward us from all directions.

The therns fired upon them through shields affixed to their rifles,
but on, steadily on, came the grim, black craft. They were small fliers
for the most part, built for two to three men. A few larger ones there
were, but these kept high aloft dropping bombs upon the temples from
their keel batteries.

At length, with a concerted rush, evidently in response to a signal
of command, the pirates in our immediate vicinity dashed recklessly
to the ground in the very midst of the thern soldiery.

Scarcely waiting for their craft to touch, the creatures manning them
leaped among the therns with the fury of demons. Such fighting! Never
had I witnessed its like before. I had thought the green Martians
the most ferocious warriors in the universe, but the awful abandon
with which the black pirates threw themselves upon their foes transcended
everything I ever before had seen.

Beneath the brilliant light of Mars' two glorious moons the whole
scene presented itself in vivid distinctness. The golden-haired, white-skinned
therns battling with desperate courage in hand-to-hand conflict with
their ebony-skinned foemen.

Here a little knot of struggling warriors trampled a bed of gorgeous
pimalia; there the curved sword of a black man found the heart of
a thern and left its dead foeman at the foot of a wondrous statue
carved from a living ruby; yonder a dozen therns pressed a single
pirate back upon a bench of emerald, upon whose iridescent surface
a strangely beautiful Barsoomian design was traced out in inlaid diamonds.

A little to one side stood Thuvia, the Thark, and I.\  The tide of
battle had not reached us, but the fighters from time to time swung
close enough that we might distinctly note them.

The black pirates interested me immensely. I had heard vague rumours,
little more than legends they were, during my former life on Mars;
but never had I seen them, nor talked with one who had.

They were popularly supposed to inhabit the lesser moon, from which
they descended upon Barsoom at long intervals. Where they visited
they wrought the most horrible atrocities, and when they left carried
away with them firearms and ammunition, and young girls as prisoners.
These latter, the rumour had it, they sacrificed to some terrible
god in an orgy which ended in the eating of their victims.

I had an excellent opportunity to examine them, as the strife occasionally
brought now one and now another close to where I stood. They were
large men, possibly six feet and over in height. Their features were
clear cut and handsome in the extreme; their eyes were well set and
large, though a slight narrowness lent them a crafty appearance; the
iris, as well as I could determine by moonlight, was of extreme blackness,
while the eyeball itself was quite white and clear. The physical structure
of their bodies seemed identical with those of the therns, the red
men, and my own. Only in the colour of their skin did they differ
materially from us; that is of the appearance of polished ebony, and
odd as it may seem for a Southerner to say it, adds to rather than
detracts from their marvellous beauty.

But if their bodies are divine, their hearts, apparently, are quite
the reverse. Never did I witness such a malign lust for blood as these
demons of the outer air evinced in their mad battle with the therns.

All about us in the garden lay their sinister craft, which the therns
for some reason, then unaccountable to me, made no effort to injure.
Now and again a black warrior would rush from a near by temple bearing
a young woman in his arms. Straight for his flier he would leap while
those of his comrades who fought near by would rush to cover his escape.

The therns on their side would hasten to rescue the girl, and in an
instant the two would be swallowed in the vortex of a maelstrom of
yelling devils, hacking and hewing at one another, like fiends incarnate.

But always, it seemed, were the black pirates of Barsoom victorious,
and the girl, brought miraculously unharmed through the conflict,
borne away into the outer darkness upon the deck of a swift flier.

Fighting similar to that which surrounded us could be heard in both
directions as far as sound carried, and Thuvia told me that the attacks
of the black pirates were usually made simultaneously along the entire
ribbon-like domain of the therns, which circles the Valley Dor on
the outer slopes of the Mountains of Otz.

As the fighting receded from our position for a moment, Thuvia turned
toward me with a question.

{}``Do you understand now, O Prince,'' she said, {}``why a million
warriors guard the domains of the Holy Therns by day and by night?

{}``The scene you are witnessing now is but a repetition of what
I have seen enacted a score of times during the fifteen years I have
been a prisoner here. From time immemorial the black pirates of Barsoom
have preyed upon the Holy Therns.

{}``Yet they never carry their expeditions to a point, as one might
readily believe it was in their power to do, where the extermination
of the race of therns is threatened. It is as though they but utilized
the race as playthings, with which they satisfy their ferocious lust
for fighting; and from whom they collect toll in arms and ammunition
and in prisoners.''

{}``Why don't they jump in and destroy these fliers?''\ I asked.
{}``That would soon put a stop to the attacks, or at least the blacks
would scarce be so bold. Why, see how perfectly unguarded they leave
their craft, as though they were lying safe in their own hangars at
home.''

{}``The therns do not dare. They tried it once, ages ago, but the
next night and for a whole moon thereafter a thousand great black
battleships circled the Mountains of Otz, pouring tons of projectiles
upon the temples, the gardens, and the courts, until every thern who
was not killed was driven for safety into the subterranean galleries.

{}``The therns know that they live at all only by the sufferance
of the black men. They were near to extermination that once and they
will not venture risking it again.''

As she ceased talking a new element was instilled into the conflict.
It came from a source equally unlooked for by either thern or pirate.
The great banths which we had liberated in the garden had evidently
been awed at first by the sound of the battle, the yelling of the
warriors and the loud report of rifle and bomb.

But now they must have become angered by the continuous noise and
excited by the smell of new blood, for all of a sudden a great form
shot from a clump of low shrubbery into the midst of a struggling
mass of humanity. A horrid scream of bestial rage broke from the banth
as he felt warm flesh beneath his powerful talons.

As though his cry was but a signal to the others, the entire great
pack hurled themselves among the fighters. Panic reigned in an instant.
Thern and black man turned alike against the common enemy, for the
banths showed no partiality toward either.

The awful beasts bore down a hundred men by the mere weight of their
great bodies as they hurled themselves into the thick of the fight.
Leaping and clawing, they mowed down the warriors with their powerful
paws, turning for an instant to rend their victims with frightful
fangs.

The scene was fascinating in its terribleness, but suddenly it came
to me that we were wasting valuable time watching this conflict, which
in itself might prove a means of our escape.

The therns were so engaged with their terrible assailants that now,
if ever, escape should be comparatively easy. I turned to search for
an opening through the contending hordes. If we could but reach the
ramparts we might find that the pirates somewhere had thinned the
guarding forces and left a way open to us to the world without.

As my eyes wandered about the garden, the sight of the hundreds of
air craft lying unguarded around us suggested the simplest avenue
to freedom. Why it had not occurred to me before! I was thoroughly
familiar with the mechanism of every known make of flier on Barsoom.
For nine years I had sailed and fought with the navy of Helium. I
had raced through space on the tiny one-man air scout and I had commanded
the greatest battleship that ever had floated in the thin air of dying
Mars.

To think, with me, is to act. Grasping Thuvia by the arm, I whispered
to Tars Tarkas to follow me. Quickly we glided toward a small flier
which lay furthest from the battling warriors. Another instant found
us huddled on the tiny deck. My hand was on the starting lever. I
pressed my thumb upon the button which controls the ray of repulsion,
that splendid discovery of the Martians which permits them to navigate
the thin atmosphere of their planet in huge ships that dwarf the dreadnoughts
of our earthly navies into pitiful significance.

The craft swayed slightly but she did not move. Then a new cry of
warning broke upon our ears. Turning, I saw a dozen black pirates
dashing toward us from the melee. We had been discovered. With shrieks
of rage the demons sprang for us. With frenzied insistence I continued
to press the little button which should have sent us racing out into
space, but still the vessel refused to budge. Then it came to me\mbox{---}the
reason that she would not rise.

We had stumbled upon a two-man flier. Its ray tanks were charged only
with sufficient repulsive energy to lift two ordinary men. The Thark's
great weight was anchoring us to our doom.

The blacks were nearly upon us. There was not an instant to be lost
in hesitation or doubt.

I pressed the button far in and locked it. Then I set the lever at
high speed and as the blacks came yelling upon us I slipped from the
craft's deck and with drawn long-sword met the attack.

At the same moment a girl's shriek rang out behind me and an instant
later, as the blacks fell upon me. I heard far above my head, and
faintly, in Thuvia's voice: {}``My Prince, O my Prince; I would rather
remain and die with\mbox{---}'' But the rest was lost in the noise
of my assailants.

I knew though that my ruse had worked and that temporarily at least
Thuvia and Tars Tarkas were safe, and the means of escape was theirs.

For a moment it seemed that I could not withstand the weight of numbers
that confronted me, but again, as on so many other occasions when
I had been called upon to face fearful odds upon this planet of warriors
and fierce beasts, I found that my earthly strength so far transcended
that of my opponents that the odds were not so greatly against me
as they appeared.

My seething blade wove a net of death about me. For an instant the
blacks pressed close to reach me with their shorter swords, but presently
they gave back, and the esteem in which they suddenly had learned
to hold my sword arm was writ large upon each countenance.

I knew though that it was but a question of minutes before their greater
numbers would wear me down, or get around my guard. I must go down
eventually to certain death before them. I shuddered at the thought
of it, dying thus in this terrible place where no word of my end ever
could reach my Dejah Thoris. Dying at the hands of nameless black
men in the gardens of the cruel therns.

Then my old-time spirit reasserted itself. The fighting blood of my
Virginian sires coursed hot through my veins. The fierce blood lust
and the joy of battle surged over me. The fighting smile that has
brought consternation to a thousand foemen touched my lips. I put
the thought of death out of my mind, and fell upon my antagonists
with fury that those who escaped will remember to their dying day.

That others would press to the support of those who faced me I knew,
so even as I fought I kept my wits at work, searching for an avenue
of escape.

It came from an unexpected quarter out of the black night behind me.
I had just disarmed a huge fellow who had given me a desperate struggle,
and for a moment the blacks stood back for a breathing spell.

They eyed me with malignant fury, yet withal there was a touch of
respect in their demeanour.

{}``Thern,'' said one, {}``you fight like a Dator. But for your
detestable yellow hair and your white skin you would be an honour
to the First Born of Barsoom.''

{}``I am no thern,'' I said, and was about to explain that I was
from another world, thinking that by patching a truce with these fellows
and fighting with them against the therns I might enlist their aid
in regaining my liberty. But just at that moment a heavy object smote
me a resounding whack between my shoulders that nearly felled me to
the ground.

As I turned to meet this new enemy an object passed over my shoulder,
striking one of my assailants squarely in the face and knocking him
senseless to the sward. At the same instant I saw that the thing that
had struck us was the trailing anchor of a rather fair-sized air vessel;
possibly a ten man cruiser.

The ship was floating slowly above us, not more than fifty feet over
our heads. Instantly the one chance for escape that it offered presented
itself to me. The vessel was slowly rising and now the anchor was
beyond the blacks who faced me and several feet above their heads.

With a bound that left them gaping in wide-eyed astonishment I sprang
completely over them. A second leap carried me just high enough to
grasp the now rapidly receding anchor.

But I was successful, and there I hung by one hand, dragging through
the branches of the higher vegetation of the gardens, while my late
foemen shrieked and howled beneath me.

Presently the vessel veered toward the west and then swung gracefully
to the south. In another instant I was carried beyond the crest of
the Golden Cliffs, out over the Valley Dor, where, six thousand feet
below me, the Lost Sea of Korus lay shimmering in the moonlight.

Carefully I climbed to a sitting posture across the anchor's arms.
I wondered if by chance the vessel might be deserted. I hoped so.
Or possibly it might belong to a friendly people, and have wandered
by accident almost within the clutches of the pirates and the therns.
The fact that it was retreating from the scene of battle lent colour
to this hypothesis.

But I decided to know positively, and at once, so, with the greatest
caution, I commenced to climb slowly up the anchor chain toward the
deck above me.

One hand had just reached for the vessel's rail and found it when
a fierce black face was thrust over the side and eyes filled with
triumphant hate looked into mine.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER VII. A FAIR GODDESS}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER VII. A FAIR GODDESS}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{A FAIR GODDESS}

For an instant the black pirate and I remained motionless, glaring
into each other's eyes. Then a grim smile curled the handsome lips
above me, as an ebony hand came slowly in sight from above the edge
of the deck and the cold, hollow eye of a revolver sought the centre
of my forehead.

Simultaneously my free hand shot out for the black throat, just within
reach, and the ebony finger tightened on the trigger. The pirate's
hissing, {}``Die, cursed thern,'' was half choked in his windpipe
by my clutching fingers. The hammer fell with a futile click upon
an empty chamber.

Before he could fire again I had pulled him so far over the edge of
the deck that he was forced to drop his firearm and clutch the rail
with both hands.

My grasp upon his throat effectually prevented any outcry, and so
we struggled in grim silence; he to tear away from my hold, I to drag
him over to his death.

His face was taking on a livid hue, his eyes were bulging from their
sockets. It was evident to him that he soon must die unless he tore
loose from the steel fingers that were choking the life from him.
With a final effort he threw himself further back upon the deck, at
the same instant releasing his hold upon the rail to tear frantically
with both hands at my fingers in an effort to drag them from his throat.

That little second was all that I awaited. With one mighty downward
surge I swept him clear of the deck. His falling body came near to
tearing me from the frail hold that my single free hand had upon the
anchor chain and plunging me with him to the waters of the sea below.

I did not relinquish my grasp upon him, however, for I knew that a
single shriek from those lips as he hurtled to his death in the silent
waters of the sea would bring his comrades from above to avenge him.

Instead I held grimly to him, choking, ever choking, while his frantic
struggles dragged me lower and lower toward the end of the chain.

Gradually his contortions became spasmodic, lessening by degrees until
they ceased entirely. Then I released my hold upon him and in an instant
he was swallowed by the black shadows far below.

Again I climbed to the ship's rail. This time I succeeded in raising
my eyes to the level of the deck, where I could take a careful survey
of the conditions immediately confronting me.

The nearer moon had passed below the horizon, but the clear effulgence
of the further satellite bathed the deck of the cruiser, bringing
into sharp relief the bodies of six or eight black men sprawled about
in sleep.

Huddled close to the base of a rapid fire gun was a young white girl,
securely bound. Her eyes were widespread in an expression of horrified
anticipation and fixed directly upon me as I came in sight above the
edge of the deck.

Unutterable relief instantly filled them as they fell upon the mystic
jewel which sparkled in the centre of my stolen headpiece. She did
not speak. Instead her eyes warned me to beware the sleeping figures
that surrounded her.

Noiselessly I gained the deck. The girl nodded to me to approach her.
As I bent low she whispered to me to release her.

{}``I can aid you,'' she said, {}``and you will need all the aid
available when they awaken.''

{}``Some of them will awake in Korus,'' I replied smiling.

She caught the meaning of my words, and the cruelty of her answering
smile horrified me. One is not astonished by cruelty in a hideous
face, but when it touches the features of a goddess whose fine-chiselled
lineaments might more fittingly portray love and beauty, the contrast
is appalling.

Quickly I released her.

{}``Give me a revolver,'' she whispered. {}``I can use that upon
those your sword does not silence in time.''

I did as she bid. Then I turned toward the distasteful work that lay
before me. This was no time for fine compunctions, nor for a chivalry
that these cruel demons would neither appreciate nor reciprocate.

Stealthily I approached the nearest sleeper. When he awoke he was
well on his journey to the bosom of Korus. His piercing shriek as
consciousness returned to him came faintly up to us from the black
depths beneath.

The second awoke as I touched him, and, though I succeeded in hurling
him from the cruiser's deck, his wild cry of alarm brought the remaining
pirates to their feet. There were five of them.

As they arose the girl's revolver spoke in sharp staccato and one
sank back to the deck again to rise no more.

The others rushed madly upon me with drawn swords. The girl evidently
dared not fire for fear of wounding me, but I saw her sneak stealthily
and cat-like toward the flank of the attackers. Then they were on
me.

For a few minutes I experienced some of the hottest fighting I had
ever passed through. The quarters were too small for foot work. It
was stand your ground and give and take. At first I took considerably
more than I gave, but presently I got beneath one fellow's guard and
had the satisfaction of seeing him collapse upon the deck.

The others redoubled their efforts. The crashing of their blades upon
mine raised a terrific din that might have been heard for miles through
the silent night. Sparks flew as steel smote steel, and then there
was the dull and sickening sound of a shoulder bone parting beneath
the keen edge of my Martian sword.

Three now faced me, but the girl was working her way to a point that
would soon permit her to reduce the number by one at least. Then things
happened with such amazing rapidity that I can scarce comprehend even
now all that took place in that brief instant.

The three rushed me with the evident purpose of forcing me back the
few steps that would carry my body over the rail into the void below.
At the same instant the girl fired and my sword arm made two moves.
One man dropped with a bullet in his brain; a sword flew clattering
across the deck and dropped over the edge beyond as I disarmed one
of my opponents and the third went down with my blade buried to the
hilt in his breast and three feet of it protruding from his back,
and falling wrenched the sword from my grasp.

Disarmed myself, I now faced my remaining foeman, whose own sword
lay somewhere thousands of feet below us, lost in the Lost Sea.

The new conditions seemed to please my adversary, for a smile of satisfaction
bared his gleaming teeth as he rushed at me bare-handed. The great
muscles which rolled beneath his glossy black hide evidently assured
him that here was easy prey, not worth the trouble of drawing the
dagger from his harness.

I let him come almost upon me. Then I ducked beneath his outstretched
arms, at the same time sidestepping to the right. Pivoting on my left
toe, I swung a terrific right to his jaw, and, like a felled ox, he
dropped in his tracks.

A low, silvery laugh rang out behind me.

{}``You are no thern,'' said the sweet voice of my companion, {}``for
all your golden locks or the harness of Sator Throg. Never lived there
upon all Barsoom before one who could fight as you have fought this
night. Who are you?''\ 

{}``I am John Carter, Prince of the House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak
of Helium,'' I replied. {}``And whom,'' I added, {}``has the honour
of serving been accorded me?''\ 

She hesitated a moment before speaking. Then she asked:

{}``You are no thern. Are you an enemy of the therns?''\ 

{}``I have been in the territory of the therns for a day and a half.
During that entire time my life has been in constant danger. I have
been harassed and persecuted. Armed men and fierce beasts have been
set upon me. I had no quarrel with the therns before, but can you
wonder that I feel no great love for them now? I have spoken.''

She looked at me intently for several minutes before she replied.
It was as though she were attempting to read my inmost soul, to judge
my character and my standards of chivalry in that long-drawn, searching
gaze.

Apparently the inventory satisfied her.

{}``I am Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang, Holy Hekkador of the Holy
Therns, Father of Therns, Master of Life and Death upon Barsoom, Brother
of Issus, Prince of Life Eternal.''

At that moment I noticed that the black I had dropped with my fist
was commencing to show signs of returning consciousness. I sprang
to his side. Stripping his harness from him I securely bound his hands
behind his back, and after similarly fastening his feet tied him to
a heavy gun carriage.

{}``Why not the simpler way?''\ asked Phaidor.

{}``I do not understand. What `simpler way'?''\ I replied.

With a slight shrug of her lovely shoulders she made a gesture with
her hands personating the casting of something over the craft's side.

{}``I am no murderer,'' I said. {}``I kill in self-defence only.''

She looked at me narrowly. Then she puckered those divine brows of
hers, and shook her head. She could not comprehend.

Well, neither had my own Dejah Thoris been able to understand what
to her had seemed a foolish and dangerous policy toward enemies. Upon
Barsoom, quarter is neither asked nor given, and each dead man means
so much more of the waning resources of this dying planet to be divided
amongst those who survive.

But there seemed a subtle difference here between the manner in which
this girl contemplated the dispatching of an enemy and the tender-hearted
regret of my own princess for the stern necessity which demanded it.

I think that Phaidor regretted the thrill that the spectacle would
have afforded her rather than the fact that my decision left another
enemy alive to threaten us.

The man had now regained full possession of his faculties, and was
regarding us intently from where he lay bound upon the deck. He was
a handsome fellow, clean limbed and powerful, with an intelligent
face and features of such exquisite chiselling that Adonis himself
might have envied him.

The vessel, unguided, had been moving slowly across the valley; but
now I thought it time to take the helm and direct her course. Only
in a very general way could I guess the location of the Valley Dor.
That it was far south of the equator was evident from the constellations,
but I was not sufficiently a Martian astronomer to come much closer
than a rough guess without the splendid charts and delicate instruments
with which, as an officer in the Heliumite Navy, I had formerly reckoned
the positions of the vessels on which I sailed.

That a northerly course would quickest lead me toward the more settled
portions of the planet immediately decided the direction that I should
steer. Beneath my hand the cruiser swung gracefully about. Then the
button which controlled the repulsive rays sent us soaring far out
into space. With speed lever pulled to the last notch, we raced toward
the north as we rose ever farther and farther above that terrible
valley of death.

As we passed at a dizzy height over the narrow domains of the therns
the flash of powder far below bore mute witness to the ferocity of
the battle that still raged along that cruel frontier. No sound of
conflict reached our ears, for in the rarefied atmosphere of our great
altitude no sound wave could penetrate; they were dissipated in thin
air far below us.

It became intensely cold. Breathing was difficult. The girl, Phaidor,
and the black pirate kept their eyes glued upon me. At length the
girl spoke.

{}``Unconsciousness comes quickly at this altitude,'' she said quietly.
{}``Unless you are inviting death for us all you had best drop, and
that quickly.''

There was no fear in her voice. It was as one might say: {}``You
had better carry an umbrella. It is going to rain.''

I dropped the vessel quickly to a lower level. Nor was I a moment
too soon. The girl had swooned.

The black, too, was unconscious, while I, myself, retained my senses,
I think, only by sheer will. The one on whom all responsibility rests
is apt to endure the most.

We were swinging along low above the foothills of the Otz. It was
comparatively warm and there was plenty of air for our starved lungs,
so I was not surprised to see the black open his eyes, and a moment
later the girl also.

{}``It was a close call,'' she said.

{}``It has taught me two things though,'' I replied.

{}``What?''\ 

{}``That even Phaidor, daughter of the Master of Life and Death,
is mortal,'' I said smiling.

{}``There is immortality only in Issus,'' she replied. {}``And
Issus is for the race of therns alone. Thus am I immortal.''

I caught a fleeting grin passing across the features of the black
as he heard her words. I did not then understand why he smiled. Later
I was to learn, and she, too, in a most horrible manner.

{}``If the other thing you have just learned,'' she continued, {}``has
led to as erroneous deductions as the first you are little richer
in knowledge than you were before.''

{}``The other,'' I replied, {}``is that our dusky friend here does
not hail from the nearer moon\mbox{---}he was like to have died at
a few thousand feet above Barsoom. Had we continued the five thousand
miles that lie between Thuria and the planet he would have been but
the frozen memory of a man.''

Phaidor looked at the black in evident astonishment.

{}``If you are not of Thuria, then where?''\ she asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned his eyes elsewhere, but did not
reply.

The girl stamped her little foot in a peremptory manner.

{}``The daughter of Matai Shang is not accustomed to having her queries
remain unanswered,'' she said. {}``One of the lesser breed should
feel honoured that a member of the holy race that was born to inherit
life eternal should deign even to notice him.''

Again the black smiled that wicked, knowing smile.

{}``Xodar, Dator of the First Born of Barsoom, is accustomed to give
commands, not to receive them,'' replied the black pirate. Then,
turning to me, {}``What are your intentions concerning me?''\ 

{}``I intend taking you both back to Helium,'' I said. {}``No harm
will come to you. You will find the red men of Helium a kindly and
magnanimous race, but if they listen to me there will be no more voluntary
pilgrimages down the river Iss, and the impossible belief that they
have cherished for ages will be shattered into a thousand pieces.''

{}``Are you of Helium?''\ he asked.

{}``I am a Prince of the House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium,''
I replied, {}``but I am not of Barsoom. I am of another world.''

Xodar looked at me intently for a few moments.

{}``I can well believe that you are not of Barsoom,'' he said at
length. {}``None of this world could have bested eight of the First
Born single-handed. But how is it that you wear the golden hair and
the jewelled circlet of a Holy Thern?''\ He emphasized the word
holy with a touch of irony.

{}``I had forgotten them,'' I said. {}``They are the spoils of
conquest,'' and with a sweep of my hand I removed the disguise from
my head.

When the black's eyes fell on my close-cropped black hair they opened
in astonishment. Evidently he had looked for the bald pate of a thern.

{}``You are indeed of another world,'' he said, a touch of awe in
his voice. {}``With the skin of a thern, the black hair of a First
Born and the muscles of a dozen Dators it was no disgrace even for
Xodar to acknowledge your supremacy. A thing he could never do were
you a Barsoomian,'' he added.

{}``You are travelling several laps ahead of me, my friend,'' I
interrupted. {}``I glean that your name is Xodar, but whom, pray,
are the First Born, and what a Dator, and why, if you were conquered
by a Barsoomian, could you not acknowledge it?''\ 

{}``The First Born of Barsoom,'' he explained, {}``are the race
of black men of which I am a Dator, or, as the lesser Barsoomians
would say, Prince. My race is the oldest on the planet. We trace our
lineage, unbroken, direct to the Tree of Life which flourished in
the centre of the Valley Dor twenty-three million years ago.

{}``For countless ages the fruit of this tree underwent the gradual
changes of evolution, passing by degrees from true plant life to a
combination of plant and animal. In the first stages the fruit of
the tree possessed only the power of independent muscular action,
while the stem remained attached to the parent plant; later a brain
developed in the fruit, so that hanging there by their long stems
they thought and moved as individuals.

{}``Then, with the development of perceptions came a comparison of
them; judgments were reached and compared, and thus reason and the
power to reason were born upon Barsoom.

{}``Ages passed. Many forms of life came and went upon the Tree of
Life, but still all were attached to the parent plant by stems of
varying lengths. At length the fruit tree consisted in tiny plant
men, such as we now see reproduced in such huge dimensions in the
Valley Dor, but still hanging to the limbs and branches of the tree
by the stems which grew from the tops of their heads.

{}``The buds from which the plant men blossomed resembled large nuts
about a foot in diameter, divided by double partition walls into four
sections. In one section grew the plant man, in another a sixteen-legged
worm, in the third the progenitor of the white ape and in the fourth
the primaeval black man of Barsoom.

{}``When the bud burst the plant man remained dangling at the end
of his stem, but the three other sections fell to the ground, where
the efforts of their imprisoned occupants to escape sent them hopping
about in all directions.

{}``Thus as time went on, all Barsoom was covered with these imprisoned
creatures. For countless ages they lived their long lives within their
hard shells, hopping and skipping about the broad planet; falling
into rivers, lakes, and seas, to be still further spread about the
surface of the new world.

{}``Countless billions died before the first black man broke through
his prison walls into the light of day. Prompted by curiosity, he
broke open other shells and the peopling of Barsoom commenced.

{}``The pure strain of the blood of this first black man has remained
untainted by admixture with other creatures in the race of which I
am a member; but from the sixteen-legged worm, the first ape and renegade
black man has sprung every other form of animal life upon Barsoom.

{}``The therns,'' and he smiled maliciously as he spoke, {}``are
but the result of ages of evolution from the pure white ape of antiquity.
They are a lower order still. There is but one race of true and immortal
humans on Barsoom. It is the race of black men.

{}``The Tree of Life is dead, but before it died the plant men learned
to detach themselves from it and roam the face of Barsoom with the
other children of the First Parent.

{}``Now their bisexuality permits them to reproduce themselves after
the manner of true plants, but otherwise they have progressed but
little in all the ages of their existence. Their actions and movements
are largely matters of instinct and not guided to any great extent
by reason, since the brain of a plant man is but a trifle larger than
the end of your smallest finger. They live upon vegetation and the
blood of animals, and their brain is just large enough to direct their
movements in the direction of food, and to translate the food sensations
which are carried to it from their eyes and ears. They have no sense
of self-preservation and so are entirely without fear in the face
of danger. That is why they are such terrible antagonists in combat.''

I wondered why the black man took such pains to discourse thus at
length to enemies upon the genesis of life Barsoomian. It seemed a
strangely inopportune moment for a proud member of a proud race to
unbend in casual conversation with a captor. Especially in view of
the fact that the black still lay securely bound upon the deck.

It was the faintest straying of his eye beyond me for the barest fraction
of a second that explained his motive for thus dragging out my interest
in his truly absorbing story.

He lay a little forward of where I stood at the levers, and thus he
faced the stern of the vessel as he addressed me. It was at the end
of his description of the plant men that I caught his eye fixed momentarily
upon something behind me.

Nor could I be mistaken in the swift gleam of triumph that brightened
those dark orbs for an instant.

Some time before I had reduced our speed, for we had left the Valley
Dor many miles astern, and I felt comparatively safe.

I turned an apprehensive glance behind me, and the sight that I saw
froze the new-born hope of freedom that had been springing up within
me.

A great battleship, forging silent and unlighted through the dark
night, loomed close astern.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER VIII. THE DEPTHS OF OMEAN}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER VIII. THE DEPTHS OF OMEAN}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE DEPTHS OF OMEAN}

Now I realized why the black pirate had kept me engrossed with his
strange tale. For miles he had sensed the approach of succour, and
but for that single tell-tale glance the battleship would have been
directly above us in another moment, and the boarding party which
was doubtless even now swinging in their harness from the ship's keel,
would have swarmed our deck, placing my rising hope of escape in sudden
and total eclipse.

I was too old a hand in aerial warfare to be at a loss now for the
right man\oe{}uvre. Simultaneously I reversed the engines and dropped
the little vessel a sheer hundred feet.

Above my head I could see the dangling forms of the boarding party
as the battleship raced over us. Then I rose at a sharp angle, throwing
my speed lever to its last notch.

Like a bolt from a crossbow my splendid craft shot its steel prow
straight at the whirring propellers of the giant above us. If I could
but touch them the huge bulk would be disabled for hours and escape
once more possible.

At the same instant the sun shot above the horizon, disclosing a hundred
grim, black faces peering over the stern of the battleship upon us.

At sight of us a shout of rage went up from a hundred throats. Orders
were shouted, but it was too late to save the giant propellers, and
with a crash we rammed them.

Instantly with the shock of impact I reversed my engine, but my prow
was wedged in the hole it had made in the battleship's stern. Only
a second I hung there before tearing away, but that second was amply
long to swarm my deck with black devils.

There was no fight. In the first place there was no room to fight.
We were simply submerged by numbers. Then as swords menaced me a command
from Xodar stayed the hands of his fellows.

{}``Secure them,'' he said, {}``but do not injure them.''

Several of the pirates already had released Xodar. He now personally
attended to my disarming and saw that I was properly bound. At least
he thought that the binding was secure. It would have been had I been
a Martian, but I had to smile at the puny strands that confined my
wrists. When the time came I could snap them as they had been cotton
string.

The girl they bound also, and then they fastened us together. In the
meantime they had brought our craft alongside the disabled battleship,
and soon we were transported to the latter's deck.

Fully a thousand black men manned the great engine of destruction.
Her decks were crowded with them as they pressed forward as far as
discipline would permit to get a glimpse of their captives.

The girl's beauty elicited many brutal comments and vulgar jests.
It was evident that these self-thought supermen were far inferior
to the red men of Barsoom in refinement and in chivalry.

My close-cropped black hair and thern complexion were the subjects
of much comment. When Xodar told his fellow nobles of my fighting
ability and strange origin they crowded about me with numerous questions.

The fact that I wore the harness and metal of a thern who had been
killed by a member of my party convinced them that I was an enemy
of their hereditary foes, and placed me on a better footing in their
estimation.

Without exception the blacks were handsome men, and well built. The
officers were conspicuous through the wondrous magnificence of their
resplendent trappings. Many harnesses were so encrusted with gold,
platinum, silver and precious stones as to entirely hide the leather
beneath.

The harness of the commanding officer was a solid mass of diamonds.
Against the ebony background of his skin they blazed out with a peculiarly
accentuated effulgence. The whole scene was enchanting. The handsome
men; the barbaric splendour of the accoutrements; the polished skeel
wood of the deck; the gloriously grained sorapus of the cabins, inlaid
with priceless jewels and precious metals in intricate and beautiful
design; the burnished gold of hand rails; the shining metal of the
guns.

Phaidor and I were taken below decks, where, still fast bound, we
were thrown into a small compartment which contained a single port-hole.
As our escort left us they barred the door behind them.

We could hear the men working on the broken propellers, and from the
port-hole we could see that the vessel was drifting lazily toward
the south.

For some time neither of us spoke. Each was occupied with his own
thoughts. For my part I was wondering as to the fate of Tars Tarkas
and the girl, Thuvia.

Even if they succeeded in eluding pursuit they must eventually fall
into the hands of either red men or green, and as fugitives from the
Valley Dor they could look for but little else than a swift and terrible
death.

How I wished that I might have accompanied them. It seemed to me that
I could not fail to impress upon the intelligent red men of Barsoom
the wicked deception that a cruel and senseless superstition had foisted
upon them.

Tardos Mors would believe me. Of that I was positive. And that he
would have the courage of his convictions my knowledge of his character
assured me. Dejah Thoris would believe me. Not a doubt as to that
entered my head. Then there were a thousand of my red and green warrior
friends whom I knew would face eternal damnation gladly for my sake.
Like Tars Tarkas, where I led they would follow.

My only danger lay in that should I ever escape the black pirates
it might be to fall into the hands of unfriendly red or green men.
Then it would mean short shrift for me.

Well, there seemed little to worry about on that score, for the likelihood
of my ever escaping the blacks was extremely remote.

The girl and I were linked together by a rope which permitted us to
move only about three or four feet from each other. When we had entered
the compartment we had seated ourselves upon a low bench beneath the
porthole. The bench was the only furniture of the room. It was of
sorapus wood. The floor, ceiling and walls were of carborundum aluminum,
a light, impenetrable composition extensively utilized in the construction
of Martian fighting ships.

As I had sat meditating upon the future my eyes had been riveted upon
the port-hole which was just level with them as I sat. Suddenly I
looked toward Phaidor. She was regarding me with a strange expression
I had not before seen upon her face. She was very beautiful then.

Instantly her white lids veiled her eyes, and I thought I discovered
a delicate flush tingeing her cheek. Evidently she was embarrassed
at having been detected in the act of staring at a lesser creature,
I thought.

{}``Do you find the study of the lower orders interesting?''\ I
asked, laughing.

She looked up again with a nervous but relieved little laugh.

{}``Oh very,'' she said, {}``especially when they have such excellent
profiles.''

It was my turn to flush, but I did not. I felt that she was poking
fun at me, and I admired a brave heart that could look for humour
on the road to death, and so I laughed with her.

{}``Do you know where we are going?''\ she said.

{}``To solve the mystery of the eternal hereafter, I imagine,''
I replied.

{}``I am going to a worse fate than that,'' she said, with a little
shudder.

{}``What do you mean?''\ 

{}``I can only guess,'' she replied, {}``since no thern damsel
of all the millions that have been stolen away by black pirates during
the ages they have raided our domains has ever returned to narrate
her experiences among them. That they never take a man prisoner lends
strength to the belief that the fate of the girls they steal is worse
than death.''

{}``Is it not a just retribution?''\ I could not help but ask.

{}``What do you mean?''\ 

{}``Do not the therns themselves do likewise with the poor creatures
who take the voluntary pilgrimage down the River of Mystery? Was not
Thuvia for fifteen years a plaything and a slave? Is it less than
just that you should suffer as you have caused others to suffer?''\ 

{}``You do not understand,'' she replied. {}``We therns are a holy
race. It is an honour to a lesser creature to be a slave among us.
Did we not occasionally save a few of the lower orders that stupidly
float down an unknown river to an unknown end all would become the
prey of the plant men and the apes.''

{}``But do you not by every means encourage the superstition among
those of the outside world?''\ I argued. {}``That is the wickedest
of your deeds. Can you tell me why you foster the cruel deception?''\ 

{}``All life on Barsoom,'' she said, {}``is created solely for
the support of the race of therns. How else could we live did the
outer world not furnish our labour and our food? Think you that a
thern would demean himself by labour?''\ 

{}``It is true then that you eat human flesh?''\ I asked in horror.

She looked at me in pitying commiseration for my ignorance.

{}``Truly we eat the flesh of the lower orders. Do not you also?''\ 

{}``The flesh of beasts, yes,'' I replied, {}``but not the flesh
of man.''

{}``As man may eat of the flesh of beasts, so may gods eat of the
flesh of man. The Holy Therns are the gods of Barsoom.''

I was disgusted and I imagine that I showed it.

{}``You are an unbeliever now,'' she continued gently, {}``but
should we be fortunate enough to escape the clutches of the black
pirates and come again to the court of Matai Shang I think that we
shall find an argument to convince you of the error of your ways.
And\mbox{---},'' she hesitated, {}``perhaps we shall find a way
to keep you as\mbox{---}as\mbox{---}one of us.''

Again her eyes dropped to the floor, and a faint colour suffused her
cheek. I could not understand her meaning; nor did I for a long time.
Dejah Thoris was wont to say that in some things I was a veritable
simpleton, and I guess that she was right.

{}``I fear that I would ill requite your father's hospitality,''
I answered, {}``since the first thing that I should do were I a thern
would be to set an armed guard at the mouth of the River Iss to escort
the poor deluded voyagers back to the outer world. Also should I devote
my life to the extermination of the hideous plant men and their horrible
companions, the great white apes.''

She looked at me really horror struck.

{}``No, no,'' she cried, {}``you must not say such terribly sacrilegious
things\mbox{---}you must not even think them. Should they ever guess
that you entertained such frightful thoughts, should we chance to
regain the temples of the therns, they would mete out a frightful
death to you. Not even my\mbox{---}my\mbox{---}'' Again she flushed,
and started over. {}``Not even I could save you.''

I said no more. Evidently it was useless. She was even more steeped
in superstition than the Martians of the outer world. They only worshipped
a beautiful hope for a life of love and peace and happiness in the
hereafter. The therns worshipped the hideous plant men and the apes,
or at least they reverenced them as the abodes of the departed spirits
of their own dead.

At this point the door of our prison opened to admit Xodar.

He smiled pleasantly at me, and when he smiled his expression was
kindly\mbox{---}anything but cruel or vindictive.

{}``Since you cannot escape under any circumstances,'' he said,
{}``I cannot see the necessity for keeping you confined below. I
will cut your bonds and you may come on deck. You will witness something
very interesting, and as you never shall return to the outer world
it will do no harm to permit you to see it. You will see what no other
than the First Born and their slaves know the existence of\mbox{---}the
subterranean entrance to the Holy Land, to the real heaven of Barsoom.

{}``It will be an excellent lesson for this daughter of the therns,''
he added, {}``for she shall see the Temple of Issus, and Issus, perchance,
shall embrace her.''

Phaidor's head went high.

{}``What blasphemy is this, dog of a pirate?''\ she cried. {}``Issus
would wipe out your entire breed an' you ever came within sight of
her temple.''

{}``You have much to learn, thern,'' replied Xodar, with an ugly
smile, {}``nor do I envy you the manner in which you will learn it.''

As we came on deck I saw to my surprise that the vessel was passing
over a great field of snow and ice. As far as the eye could reach
in any direction naught else was visible.

There could be but one solution to the mystery. We were above the
south polar ice cap. Only at the poles of Mars is there ice or snow
upon the planet. No sign of life appeared below us. Evidently we were
too far south even for the great fur-bearing animals which the Martians
so delight in hunting.

Xodar was at my side as I stood looking out over the ship's rail.

{}``What course?''\ I asked him.

{}``A little west of south,'' he replied. {}``You will see the
Otz Valley directly. We shall skirt it for a few hundred miles.''

{}``The Otz Valley!''\ I exclaimed; {}``but, man, is not there
where lie the domains of the therns from which I but just escaped?''\ 

{}``Yes,'' answered Xodar. {}``You crossed this ice field last
night in the long chase that you led us. The Otz Valley lies in a
mighty depression at the south pole. It is sunk thousands of feet
below the level of the surrounding country, like a great round bowl.
A hundred miles from its northern boundary rise the Otz Mountains
which circle the inner Valley of Dor, in the exact centre of which
lies the Lost Sea of Korus. On the shore of this sea stands the Golden
Temple of Issus in the Land of the First Born. It is there that we
are bound.''

As I looked I commenced to realize why it was that in all the ages
only one had escaped from the Valley Dor. My only wonder was that
even the one had been successful. To cross this frozen, wind-swept
waste of bleak ice alone and on foot would be impossible.

{}``Only by air boat could the journey be made,'' I finished aloud.

{}``It was thus that one did escape the therns in bygone times; but
none has ever escaped the First Born,'' said Xodar, with a touch
of pride in his voice.

We had now reached the southernmost extremity of the great ice barrier.
It ended abruptly in a sheer wall thousands of feet high at the base
of which stretched a level valley, broken here and there by low rolling
hills and little clumps of forest, and with tiny rivers formed by
the melting of the ice barrier at its base.

Once we passed far above what seemed to be a deep canyon-like rift
stretching from the ice wall on the north across the valley as far
as the eye could reach. {}``That is the bed of the River Iss,''
said Xodar. {}``It runs far beneath the ice field, and below the
level of the Valley Otz, but its canyon is open here.''

Presently I descried what I took to be a village, and pointing it
out to Xodar asked him what it might be.

{}``It is a village of lost souls,'' he answered, laughing. {}``This
strip between the ice barrier and the mountains is considered neutral
ground. Some turn off from their voluntary pilgrimage down the Iss,
and, scaling the awful walls of its canyon below us, stop in the valley.
Also a slave now and then escapes from the therns and makes his way
hither.

{}``They do not attempt to recapture such, since there is no escape
from this outer valley, and as a matter of fact they fear the patrolling
cruisers of the First Born too much to venture from their own domains.

{}``The poor creatures of this outer valley are not molested by us
since they have nothing that we desire, nor are they numerically strong
enough to give us an interesting fight\mbox{---}so we too leave them
alone.

{}``There are several villages of them, but they have increased in
numbers but little in many years since they are always warring among
themselves.''

Now we swung a little north of west, leaving the valley of lost souls,
and shortly I discerned over our starboard bow what appeared to be
a black mountain rising from the desolate waste of ice. It was not
high and seemed to have a flat top.

Xodar had left us to attend to some duty on the vessel, and Phaidor
and I stood alone beside the rail. The girl had not once spoken since
we had been brought to the deck.

{}``Is what he has been telling me true?''\ I asked her.

{}``In part, yes,'' she answered. {}``That about the outer valley
is true, but what he says of the location of the Temple of Issus in
the centre of his country is false. If it is not false\mbox{---}''
she hesitated. {}``Oh it cannot be true, it cannot be true. For if
it were true then for countless ages have my people gone to torture
and ignominious death at the hands of their cruel enemies, instead
of to the beautiful Life Eternal that we have been taught to believe
Issus holds for us.''

{}``As the lesser Barsoomians of the outer world have been lured
by you to the terrible Valley Dor, so may it be that the therns themselves
have been lured by the First Born to an equally horrid fate,'' I
suggested. {}``It would be a stern and awful retribution, Phaidor;
but a just one.''

{}``I cannot believe it,'' she said.

{}``We shall see,'' I answered, and then we fell silent again for
we were rapidly approaching the black mountains, which in some indefinable
way seemed linked with the answer to our problem.

As we neared the dark, truncated cone the vessel's speed was diminished
until we barely moved. Then we topped the crest of the mountain and
below us I saw yawning the mouth of a huge circular well, the bottom
of which was lost in inky blackness.

The diameter of this enormous pit was fully a thousand feet. The walls
were smooth and appeared to be composed of a black, basaltic rock.

For a moment the vessel hovered motionless directly above the centre
of the gaping void, then slowly she began to settle into the black
chasm. Lower and lower she sank until as darkness enveloped us her
lights were thrown on and in the dim halo of her own radiance the
monster battleship dropped on and on down into what seemed to me must
be the very bowels of Barsoom.

For quite half an hour we descended and then the shaft terminated
abruptly in the dome of a mighty subterranean world. Below us rose
and fell the billows of a buried sea. A phosphorescent radiance illuminated
the scene. Thousands of ships dotted the bosom of the ocean. Little
islands rose here and there to support the strange and colourless
vegetation of this strange world.

Slowly and with majestic grace the battleship dropped until she rested
on the water. Her great propellers had been drawn and housed during
our descent of the shaft and in their place had been run out the smaller
but more powerful water propellers. As these commenced to revolve
the ship took up its journey once more, riding the new element as
buoyantly and as safely as she had the air.

Phaidor and I were dumbfounded. Neither had either heard or dreamed
that such a world existed beneath the surface of Barsoom.

Nearly all the vessels we saw were war craft. There were a few lighters
and barges, but none of the great merchantmen such as ply the upper
air between the cities of the outer world.

{}``Here is the harbour of the navy of the First Born,'' said a
voice behind us, and turning we saw Xodar watching us with an amused
smile on his lips.

{}``This sea,'' he continued, {}``is larger than Korus. It receives
the waters of the lesser sea above it. To keep it from filling above
a certain level we have four great pumping stations that force the
oversupply back into the reservoirs far north from which the red men
draw the water which irrigates their farm lands.''

A new light burst on me with this explanation. The red men had always
considered it a miracle that caused great columns of water to spurt
from the solid rock of their reservoir sides to increase the supply
of the precious liquid which is so scarce in the outer world of Mars.

Never had their learned men been able to fathom the secret of the
source of this enormous volume of water. As ages passed they had simply
come to accept it as a matter of course and ceased to question its
origin.

We passed several islands on which were strangely shaped circular
buildings, apparently roofless, and pierced midway between the ground
and their tops with small, heavily barred windows. They bore the earmarks
of prisons, which were further accentuated by the armed guards who
squatted on low benches without, or patrolled the short beach lines.

Few of these islets contained over an acre of ground, but presently
we sighted a much larger one directly ahead. This proved to be our
destination, and the great ship was soon made fast against the steep
shore.

Xodar signalled us to follow him and with a half-dozen officers and
men we left the battleship and approached a large oval structure a
couple of hundred yards from the shore.

{}``You shall soon see Issus,'' said Xodar to Phaidor. {}``The
few prisoners we take are presented to her. Occasionally she selects
slaves from among them to replenish the ranks of her handmaidens.
None serves Issus above a single year,'' and there was a grim smile
on the black's lips that lent a cruel and sinister meaning to his
simple statement.

Phaidor, though loath to believe that Issus was allied to such as
these, had commenced to entertain doubts and fears. She clung very
closely to me, no longer the proud daughter of the Master of Life
and Death upon Barsoom, but a young and frightened girl in the power
of relentless enemies.

The building which we now entered was entirely roofless. In its centre
was a long tank of water, set below the level of the floor like the
swimming pool of a natatorium. Near one side of the pool floated an
odd-looking black object. Whether it were some strange monster of
these buried waters, or a queer raft, I could not at once perceive.

We were soon to know, however, for as we reached the edge of the pool
directly above the thing, Xodar cried out a few words in a strange
tongue. Immediately a hatch cover was raised from the surface of the
object, and a black seaman sprang from the bowels of the strange craft.

Xodar addressed the seaman.

{}``Transmit to your officer,'' he said, {}``the commands of Dator
Xodar. Say to him that Dator Xodar, with officers and men, escorting
two prisoners, would be transported to the gardens of Issus beside
the Golden Temple.''

{}``Blessed be the shell of thy first ancestor, most noble Dator,''
replied the man. {}``It shall be done even as thou sayest,'' and
raising both hands, palms backward, above his head after the manner
of salute which is common to all races of Barsoom, he disappeared
once more into the entrails of his ship.

A moment later an officer resplendent in the gorgeous trappings of
his rank appeared on deck and welcomed Xodar to the vessel, and in
the latter's wake we filed aboard and below.

The cabin in which we found ourselves extended entirely across the
ship, having port-holes on either side below the water line. No sooner
were all below than a number of commands were given, in accordance
with which the hatch was closed and secured, and the vessel commenced
to vibrate to the rhythmic purr of its machinery.

{}``Where can we be going in such a tiny pool of water?''\ asked
Phaidor.

{}``Not up,'' I replied, {}``for I noticed particularly that while
the building is roofless it is covered with a strong metal grating.''

{}``Then where?''\ she asked again.

{}``From the appearance of the craft I judge we are going down,''
I replied.

Phaidor shuddered. For such long ages have the waters of Barsoom's
seas been a thing of tradition only that even this daughter of the
therns, born as she had been within sight of Mars' only remaining
sea, had the same terror of deep water as is a common attribute of
all Martians.

Presently the sensation of sinking became very apparent. We were going
down swiftly. Now we could hear the water rushing past the port-holes,
and in the dim light that filtered through them to the water beyond
the swirling eddies were plainly visible.

Phaidor grasped my arm.

{}``Save me!''\ she whispered. {}``Save me and your every wish
shall be granted. Anything within the power of the Holy Therns to
give will be yours. Phaidor\mbox{---}'' she stumbled a little here,
and then in a very low voice, {}``Phaidor already is yours.''

I felt very sorry for the poor child, and placed my hand over hers
where it rested on my arm. I presume my motive was misunderstood,
for with a swift glance about the apartment to assure herself that
we were alone, she threw both her arms about my neck and dragged my
face down to hers.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER IX. ISSUS, GODDESS OF LIFE ETERNAL}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER IX. ISSUS, GODDESS OF LIFE
ETERNAL}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{ISSUS, GODDESS OF LIFE ETERNAL}

The confession of love which the girl's fright had wrung from her
touched me deeply; but it humiliated me as well, since I felt that
in some thoughtless word or act I had given her reason to believe
that I reciprocated her affection.

Never have I been much of a ladies' man, being more concerned with
fighting and kindred arts which have ever seemed to me more befitting
a man than mooning over a scented glove four sizes too small for him,
or kissing a dead flower that has begun to smell like a cabbage. So
I was quite at a loss as to what to do or say. A thousand times rather
face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of
this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell
her.

But there was nothing else to be done, and so I did it. Very clumsily
too, I fear.

Gently I unclasped her hands from about my neck, and still holding
them in mine I told her the story of my love for Dejah Thoris. That
of all the women of two worlds that I had known and admired during
my long life she alone had I loved.

The tale did not seem to please her. Like a tigress she sprang, panting,
to her feet. Her beautiful face was distorted in an expression of
horrible malevolence. Her eyes fairly blazed into mine.

{}``Dog,'' she hissed. {}``Dog of a blasphemer! Think you that
Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang, supplicates? She commands. What
to her is your puny outer world passion for the vile creature you
chose in your other life?

{}``Phaidor has glorified you with her love, and you have spurned
her. Ten thousand unthinkably atrocious deaths could not atone for
the affront that you have put upon me. The thing that you call Dejah
Thoris shall die the most horrible of them all. You have sealed the
warrant for her doom.

{}``And you! You shall be the meanest slave in the service of the
goddess you have attempted to humiliate. Tortures and ignominies shall
be heaped upon you until you grovel at my feet asking the boon of
death.

{}``In my gracious generosity I shall at length grant your prayer,
and from the high balcony of the Golden Cliffs I shall watch the great
white apes tear you asunder.''

She had it all fixed up. The whole lovely programme from start to
finish. It amazed me to think that one so divinely beautiful could
at the same time be so fiendishly vindictive. It occurred to me, however,
that she had overlooked one little factor in her revenge, and so,
without any intent to add to her discomfiture, but rather to permit
her to rearrange her plans along more practical lines, I pointed to
the nearest port-hole.

Evidently she had entirely forgotten her surroundings and her present
circumstances, for a single glance at the dark, swirling waters without
sent her crumpled upon a low bench, where with her face buried in
her arms she sobbed more like a very unhappy little girl than a proud
and all-powerful goddess.

Down, down we continued to sink until the heavy glass of the port-holes
became noticeably warm from the heat of the water without. Evidently
we were very far beneath the surface crust of Mars.

Presently our downward motion ceased, and I could hear the propellers
swirling through the water at our stern and forcing us ahead at high
speed. It was very dark down there, but the light from our port-holes,
and the reflection from what must have been a powerful searchlight
on the submarine's nose showed that we were forging through a narrow
passage, rock-lined, and tube-like.

After a few minutes the propellers ceased their whirring. We came
to a full stop, and then commenced to rise swiftly toward the surface.
Soon the light from without increased and we came to a stop.

Xodar entered the cabin with his men.

{}``Come,'' he said, and we followed him through the hatchway which
had been opened by one of the seamen.

We found ourselves in a small subterranean vault, in the centre of
which was the pool in which lay our submarine, floating as we had
first seen her with only her black back showing.

Around the edge of the pool was a level platform, and then the walls
of the cave rose perpendicularly for a few feet to arch toward the
centre of the low roof. The walls about the ledge were pierced with
a number of entrances to dimly lighted passageways.

Toward one of these our captors led us, and after a short walk halted
before a steel cage which lay at the bottom of a shaft rising above
us as far as one could see.

The cage proved to be one of the common types of elevator cars that
I had seen in other parts of Barsoom. They are operated by means of
enormous magnets which are suspended at the top of the shaft. By an
electrical device the volume of magnetism generated is regulated and
the speed of the car varied.

In long stretches they move at a sickening speed, especially on the
upward trip, since the small force of gravity inherent to Mars results
in very little opposition to the powerful force above.

Scarcely had the door of the car closed behind us than we were slowing
up to stop at the landing above, so rapid was our ascent of the long
shaft.

When we emerged from the little building which houses the upper terminus
of the elevator, we found ourselves in the midst of a veritable fairyland
of beauty. The combined languages of Earth men hold no words to convey
to the mind the gorgeous beauties of the scene.

One may speak of scarlet sward and ivory-stemmed trees decked with
brilliant purple blooms; of winding walks paved with crushed rubies,
with emerald, with turquoise, even with diamonds themselves; of a
magnificent temple of burnished gold, hand-wrought with marvellous
designs; but where are the words to describe the glorious colours
that are unknown to earthly eyes?\ where the mind or the imagination
that can grasp the gorgeous scintillations of unheard-of rays as they
emanate from the thousand nameless jewels of Barsoom?

Even my eyes, for long years accustomed to the barbaric splendours
of a Martian Jeddak's court, were amazed at the glory of the scene.

Phaidor's eyes were wide in amazement.

{}``The Temple of Issus,'' she whispered, half to herself.

Xodar watched us with his grim smile, partly of amusement and partly
malicious gloating.

The gardens swarmed with brilliantly trapped black men and women.
Among them moved red and white females serving their every want. The
places of the outer world and the temples of the therns had been robbed
of their princesses and goddesses that the blacks might have their
slaves.

Through this scene we moved toward the temple. At the main entrance
we were halted by a cordon of armed guards. Xodar spoke a few words
to an officer who came forward to question us. Together they entered
the temple, where they remained for some time.

When they returned it was to announce that Issus desired to look upon
the daughter of Matai Shang, and the strange creature from another
world who had been a Prince of Helium.

Slowly we moved through endless corridors of unthinkable beauty; through
magnificent apartments, and noble halls. At length we were halted
in a spacious chamber in the centre of the temple. One of the officers
who had accompanied us advanced to a large door in the further end
of the chamber. Here he must have made some sort of signal for immediately
the door opened and another richly trapped courtier emerged.

We were then led up to the door, where we were directed to get down
on our hands and knees with our backs toward the room we were to enter.
The doors were swung open and after being cautioned not to turn our
heads under penalty of instant death we were commanded to back into
the presence of Issus.

Never have I been in so humiliating a position in my life, and only
my love for Dejah Thoris and the hope which still clung to me that
I might again see her kept me from rising to face the goddess of the
First Born and go down to my death like a gentleman, facing my foes
and with their blood mingling with mine.

After we had crawled in this disgusting fashion for a matter of a
couple of hundred feet we were halted by our escort.

{}``Let them rise,'' said a voice behind us; a thin, wavering voice,
yet one that had evidently been accustomed to command for many years.

{}``Rise,'' said our escort, {}``but do not face toward Issus.''

{}``The woman pleases me,'' said the thin, wavering voice again
after a few moments of silence. {}``She shall serve me the allotted
time. The man you may return to the Isle of Shador which lies against
the northern shore of the Sea of Omean. Let the woman turn and look
upon Issus, knowing that those of the lower orders who gaze upon the
holy vision of her radiant face survive the blinding glory but a single
year.''

I watched Phaidor from the corner of my eye. She paled to a ghastly
hue. Slowly, very slowly she turned, as though drawn by some invisible
yet irresistible force. She was standing quite close to me, so close
that her bare arm touched mine as she finally faced Issus, Goddess
of Life Eternal.

I could not see the girl's face as her eyes rested for the first time
on the Supreme Deity of Mars, but felt the shudder that ran through
her in the trembling flesh of the arm that touched mine.

{}``It must be dazzling loveliness indeed,'' thought I, {}``to
cause such emotion in the breast of so radiant a beauty as Phaidor,
daughter of Matai Shang.''

{}``Let the woman remain. Remove the man. Go.'' Thus spoke Issus,
and the heavy hand of the officer fell upon my shoulder. In accordance
with his instructions I dropped to my hands and knees once more and
crawled from the Presence. It had been my first audience with deity,
but I am free to confess that I was not greatly impressed\mbox{---}other
than with the ridiculous figure I cut scrambling about on my marrow
bones.

Once without the chamber the doors closed behind us and I was bid
to rise. Xodar joined me and together we slowly retraced our steps
toward the gardens.

{}``You spared my life when you easily might have taken it,'' he
said after we had proceeded some little way in silence, {}``and I
would aid you if I might. I can help to make your life here more bearable,
but your fate is inevitable. You may never hope to return to the outer
world.''

{}``What will be my fate?''\ I asked.

{}``That will depend largely upon Issus. So long as she does not
send for you and reveal her face to you, you may live on for years
in as mild a form of bondage as I can arrange for you.''

{}``Why should she send for me?''\ I asked.

{}``The men of the lower orders she often uses for various purposes
of amusement. Such a fighter as you, for example, would render fine
sport in the monthly rites of the temple. There are men pitted against
men, and against beasts for the edification of Issus and the replenishment
of her larder.''

{}``She eats human flesh?''\ I asked. Not in horror, however, for
since my recently acquired knowledge of the Holy Therns I was prepared
for anything in this still less accessible heaven, where all was evidently
dictated by a single omnipotence; where ages of narrow fanaticism
and self-worship had eradicated all the broader humanitarian instincts
that the race might once have possessed.

They were a people drunk with power and success, looking upon the
other inhabitants of Mars as we look upon the beasts of the field
and the forest. Why then should they not eat of the flesh of the lower
orders whose lives and characters they no more understood than do
we the inmost thoughts and sensibilities of the cattle we slaughter
for our earthly tables.

{}``She eats only the flesh of the best bred of the Holy Therns and
the red Barsoomians. The flesh of the others goes to our boards. The
animals are eaten by the slaves. She also eats other dainties.''

I did not understand then that there lay any special significance
in his reference to other dainties. I thought the limit of ghoulishness
already had been reached in the recitation of Issus' menu. I still
had much to learn as to the depths of cruelty and bestiality to which
omnipotence may drag its possessor.

We had about reached the last of the many chambers and corridors which
led to the gardens when an officer overtook us.

{}``Issus would look again upon this man,'' he said. {}``The girl
has told her that he is of wondrous beauty and of such prowess that
alone he slew seven of the First Born, and with his bare hands took
Xodar captive, binding him with his own harness.''

Xodar looked uncomfortable. Evidently he did not relish the thought
that Issus had learned of his inglorious defeat.

Without a word he turned and we followed the officer once again to
the closed doors before the audience chamber of Issus, Goddess of
Life Eternal.

Here the ceremony of entrance was repeated. Again Issus bid me rise.
For several minutes all was silent as the tomb. The eyes of deity
were appraising me.

Presently the thin wavering voice broke the stillness, repeating in
a singsong drone the words which for countless ages had sealed the
doom of numberless victims.

{}``Let the man turn and look upon Issus, knowing that those of the
lower orders who gaze upon the holy vision of her radiant face survive
the blinding glory but a single year.''

I turned as I had been bid, expecting such a treat as only the revealment
of divine glory to mortal eyes might produce. What I saw was a solid
phalanx of armed men between myself and a dais supporting a great
bench of carved sorapus wood. On this bench, or throne, squatted a
female black. She was evidently very old. Not a hair remained upon
her wrinkled skull. With the exception of two yellow fangs she was
entirely toothless. On either side of her thin, hawk-like nose her
eyes burned from the depths of horribly sunken sockets. The skin of
her face was seamed and creased with a million deepcut furrows. Her
body was as wrinkled as her face, and as repulsive.

Emaciated arms and legs attached to a torso which seemed to be mostly
distorted abdomen completed the {}``holy vision of her radiant beauty.''

Surrounding her were a number of female slaves, among them Phaidor,
white and trembling.

{}``This is the man who slew seven of the First Born and, bare-handed,
bound Dator Xodar with his own harness?''\ asked Issus.

{}``Most glorious vision of divine loveliness, it is,'' replied
the officer who stood at my side.

{}``Produce Dator Xodar,'' she commanded.

Xodar was brought from the adjoining room.

Issus glared at him, a baleful light in her hideous eyes.

{}``And such as you are a Dator of the First Born?''\ she squealed.
{}``For the disgrace you have brought upon the Immortal Race you
shall be degraded to a rank below the lowest. No longer be you a Dator,
but for evermore a slave of slaves, to fetch and carry for the lower
orders that serve in the gardens of Issus. Remove his harness. Cowards
and slaves wear no trappings.''

Xodar stood stiffly erect. Not a muscle twitched, nor a tremor shook
his giant frame as a soldier of the guard roughly stripped his gorgeous
trappings from him.

{}``Begone,'' screamed the infuriated little old woman. {}``Begone,
but instead of the light of the gardens of Issus let you serve as
a slave of this slave who conquered you in the prison on the Isle
of Shador in the Sea of Omean. Take him away out of the sight of my
divine eyes.''

Slowly and with high held head the proud Xodar turned and stalked
from the chamber. Issus rose and turned to leave the room by another
exit.

Turning to me, she said: {}``You shall be returned to Shador for
the present. Later Issus will see the manner of your fighting. Go.''
Then she disappeared, followed by her retinue. Only Phaidor lagged
behind, and as I started to follow my guard toward the gardens, the
girl came running after me.

{}``Oh, do not leave me in this terrible place,'' she begged. {}``Forgive
the things I said to you, my Prince. I did not mean them. Only take
me away with you. Let me share your imprisonment on Shador.'' Her
words were an almost incoherent volley of thoughts, so rapidly she
spoke. {}``You did not understand the honour that I did you. Among
the therns there is no marriage or giving in marriage, as among the
lower orders of the outer world. We might have lived together for
ever in love and happiness. We have both looked upon Issus and in
a year we die. Let us live that year at least together in what measure
of joy remains for the doomed.''

{}``If it was difficult for me to understand you, Phaidor,'' I replied,
{}``can you not understand that possibly it is equally difficult
for you to understand the motives, the customs and the social laws
that guide me? I do not wish to hurt you, nor to seem to undervalue
the honour which you have done me, but the thing you desire may not
be. Regardless of the foolish belief of the peoples of the outer world,
or of Holy Thern, or ebon First Born, I am not dead. While I live
my heart beats for but one woman\mbox{---}the incomparable Dejah
Thoris, Princess of Helium. When death overtakes me my heart shall
have ceased to beat; but what comes after that I know not. And in
that I am as wise as Matai Shang, Master of Life and Death upon Barsoom;
or Issus, Goddess of Life Eternal.''

Phaidor stood looking at me intently for a moment. No anger showed
in her eyes this time, only a pathetic expression of hopeless sorrow.

{}``I do not understand,'' she said, and turning walked slowly in
the direction of the door through which Issus and her retinue had
passed. A moment later she had passed from my sight.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER X.\ THE PRISON ISLE OF SHADOR}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER X.THE PRISON ISLE OF SHADOR}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE PRISON ISLE OF SHADOR}

In the outer gardens to which the guard now escorted me, I found Xodar
surrounded by a crowd of noble blacks. They were reviling and cursing
him. The men slapped his face. The woman spat upon him.

When I appeared they turned their attentions toward me.

{}``Ah,'' cried one, {}``so this is the creature who overcame the
great Xodar bare-handed. Let us see how it was done.''

{}``Let him bind Thurid,'' suggested a beautiful woman, laughing.
{}``Thurid is a noble Dator. Let Thurid show the dog what it means
to face a real man.''

{}``Yes, Thurid! Thurid!''\ cried a dozen voices.

{}``Here he is now,'' exclaimed another, and turning in the direction
indicated I saw a huge black weighed down with resplendent ornaments
and arms advancing with noble and gallant bearing toward us.

{}``What now?''\ he cried. {}``What would you of Thurid?''\ 

Quickly a dozen voices explained.

Thurid turned toward Xodar, his eyes narrowing to two nasty slits.

{}``Calot!''\ he hissed. {}``Ever did I think you carried the
heart of a sorak in your putrid breast. Often have you bested me in
the secret councils of Issus, but now in the field of war where men
are truly gauged your scabby heart hath revealed its sores to all
the world. Calot, I spurn you with my foot,'' and with the words
he turned to kick Xodar.

My blood was up. For minutes it had been boiling at the cowardly treatment
they had been according this once powerful comrade because he had
fallen from the favour of Issus. I had no love for Xodar, but I cannot
stand the sight of cowardly injustice and persecution without seeing
red as through a haze of bloody mist, and doing things on the impulse
of the moment that I presume I never should do after mature deliberation.

I was standing close beside Xodar as Thurid swung his foot for the
cowardly kick. The degraded Dator stood erect and motionless as a
carven image. He was prepared to take whatever his former comrades
had to offer in the way of insults and reproaches, and take them in
manly silence and stoicism.

But as Thurid's foot swung so did mine, and I caught him a painful
blow upon the shin bone that saved Xodar from this added ignominy.

For a moment there was tense silence, then Thurid, with a roar of
rage sprang for my throat; just as Xodar had upon the deck of the
cruiser. The results were identical. I ducked beneath his outstretched
arms, and as he lunged past me planted a terrific right on the side
of his jaw.

The big fellow spun around like a top, his knees gave beneath him
and he crumpled to the ground at my feet.

The blacks gazed in astonishment, first at the still form of the proud
Dator lying there in the ruby dust of the pathway, then at me as though
they could not believe that such a thing could be.

{}``You asked me to bind Thurid,'' I cried; {}``behold!''\ And
then I stooped beside the prostrate form, tore the harness from it,
and bound the fellow's arms and legs securely.

{}``As you have done to Xodar, now do you likewise to Thurid. Take
him before Issus, bound in his own harness, that she may see with
her own eyes that there be one among you now who is greater than the
First Born.''

{}``Who are you?''\ whispered the woman who had first suggested
that I attempt to bind Thurid.

{}``I am a citizen of two worlds; Captain John Carter of Virginia,
Prince of the House of Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium. Take this man
to your goddess, as I have said, and tell her, too, that as I have
done to Xodar and Thurid, so also can I do to the mightiest of her
Dators. With naked hands, with long-sword or with short-sword, I challenge
the flower of her fighting-men to combat.''

{}``Come,'' said the officer who was guarding me back to Shador;
{}``my orders are imperative; there is to be no delay. Xodar, come
you also.''

There was little of disrespect in the tone that the man used in addressing
either Xodar or myself. It was evident that he felt less contempt
for the former Dator since he had witnessed the ease with which I
disposed of the powerful Thurid.

That his respect for me was greater than it should have been for a
slave was quite apparent from the fact that during the balance of
the return journey he walked or stood always behind me, a drawn short-sword
in his hand.

The return to the Sea of Omean was uneventful. We dropped down the
awful shaft in the same car that had brought us to the surface. There
we entered the submarine, taking the long dive to the tunnel far beneath
the upper world. Then through the tunnel and up again to the pool
from which we had had our first introduction to the wonderful passageway
from Omean to the Temple of Issus.

From the island of the submarine we were transported on a small cruiser
to the distant Isle of Shador. Here we found a small stone prison
and a guard of half a dozen blacks. There was no ceremony wasted in
completing our incarceration. One of the blacks opened the door of
the prison with a huge key, we walked in, the door closed behind us,
the lock grated, and with the sound there swept over me again that
terrible feeling of hopelessness that I had felt in the Chamber of
Mystery in the Golden Cliffs beneath the gardens of the Holy Therns.

Then Tars Tarkas had been with me, but now I was utterly alone in
so far as friendly companionship was concerned. I fell to wondering
about the fate of the great Thark, and of his beautiful companion,
the girl, Thuvia. Even should they by some miracle have escaped and
been received and spared by a friendly nation, what hope had I of
the succour which I knew they would gladly extend if it lay in their
power.

They could not guess my whereabouts or my fate, for none on all Barsoom
even dream of such a place as this. Nor would it have advantaged me
any had they known the exact location of my prison, for who could
hope to penetrate to this buried sea in the face of the mighty navy
of the First Born? No: my case was hopeless.

Well, I would make the best of it, and, rising, I swept aside the
brooding despair that had been endeavouring to claim me. With the
idea of exploring my prison, I started to look around.

Xodar sat, with bowed head, upon a low stone bench near the centre
of the room in which we were. He had not spoken since Issus had degraded
him.

The building was roofless, the walls rising to a height of about thirty
feet. Half-way up were a couple of small, heavily barred windows.
The prison was divided into several rooms by partitions twenty feet
high. There was no one in the room which we occupied, but two doors
which led to other rooms were opened. I entered one of these rooms,
but found it vacant. Thus I continued through several of the chambers
until in the last one I found a young red Martian boy sleeping upon
the stone bench which constituted the only furniture of any of the
prison cells.

Evidently he was the only other prisoner. As he slept I leaned over
and looked at him. There was something strangely familiar about his
face, and yet I could not place him.

His features were very regular and, like the proportions of his graceful
limbs and body, beautiful in the extreme. He was very light in colour
for a red man, but in other respects he seemed a typical specimen
of this handsome race.

I did not awaken him, for sleep in prison is such a priceless boon
that I have seen men transformed into raging brutes when robbed by
one of their fellow-prisoners of a few precious moments of it.

Returning to my own cell, I found Xodar still sitting in the same
position in which I had left him.

{}``Man,'' I cried, {}``it will profit you nothing to mope thus.
It were no disgrace to be bested by John Carter. You have seen that
in the ease with which I accounted for Thurid. You knew it before
when on the cruiser's deck you saw me slay three of your comrades.''

{}``I would that you had dispatched me at the same time,'' he said.

{}``Come, come!''\ I cried. {}``There is hope yet. Neither of
us is dead. We are great fighters. Why not win to freedom?''\ 

He looked at me in amazement.

{}``You know not of what you speak,'' he replied. {}``Issus is
omnipotent. Issus is omniscient. She hears now the words you speak.
She knows the thoughts you think. It is sacrilege even to dream of
breaking her commands.''

{}``Rot, Xodar,'' I ejaculated impatiently.

He sprang to his feet in horror.

{}``The curse of Issus will fall upon you,'' he cried. {}``In another
instant you will be smitten down, writhing to your death in horrible
agony.''

{}``Do you believe that, Xodar?''\ I asked.

{}``Of course; who would dare doubt?''\ 

{}``I doubt; yes, and further, I deny,'' I said. {}``Why, Xodar,
you tell me that she even knows my thoughts. The red men have all
had that power for ages. And another wonderful power. They can shut
their minds so that none may read their thoughts. I learned the first
secret years ago; the other I never had to learn, since upon all Barsoom
is none who can read what passes in the secret chambers of my brain.

{}``Your goddess cannot read my thoughts; nor can she read yours
when you are out of sight, unless you will it. Had she been able to
read mine, I am afraid that her pride would have suffered a rather
severe shock when I turned at her command to `gaze upon the holy vision
of her radiant face.'''

{}``What do you mean?''\ he whispered in an affrighted voice, so
low that I could scarcely hear him.

{}``I mean that I thought her the most repulsive and vilely hideous
creature my eyes ever had rested upon.''

For a moment he eyed me in horror-stricken amazement, and then with
a cry of {}``Blasphemer'' he sprang upon me.

I did not wish to strike him again, nor was it necessary, since he
was unarmed and therefore quite harmless to me.

As he came I grasped his left wrist with my left hand, and, swinging
my right arm about his left shoulder, caught him beneath the chin
with my elbow and bore him backward across my thigh.

There he hung helpless for a moment, glaring up at me in impotent
rage.

{}``Xodar,'' I said, {}``let us be friends. For a year, possibly,
we may be forced to live together in the narrow confines of this tiny
room. I am sorry to have offended you, but I could not dream that
one who had suffered from the cruel injustice of Issus still could
believe her divine.

{}``I will say a few more words, Xodar, with no intent to wound your
feelings further, but rather that you may give thought to the fact
that while we live we are still more the arbiters of our own fate
than is any god.

{}``Issus, you see, has not struck me dead, nor is she rescuing her
faithful Xodar from the clutches of the unbeliever who defamed her
fair beauty. No, Xodar, your Issus is a mortal old woman. Once out
of her clutches and she cannot harm you.

{}``With your knowledge of this strange land, and my knowledge of
the outer world, two such fighting-men as you and I should be able
to win our way to freedom. Even though we died in the attempt, would
not our memories be fairer than as though we remained in servile fear
to be butchered by a cruel and unjust tyrant\mbox{---}call her goddess
or mortal, as you will.''

As I finished I raised Xodar to his feet and released him. He did
not renew the attack upon me, nor did he speak. Instead, he walked
toward the bench, and, sinking down upon it, remained lost in deep
thought for hours.

A long time afterward I heard a soft sound at the doorway leading
to one of the other apartments, and, looking up, beheld the red Martian
youth gazing intently at us.

{}``Kaor,'' I cried, after the red Martian manner of greeting.

{}``Kaor,'' he replied. {}``What do you here?''\ 

{}``I await my death, I presume,'' I replied with a wry smile.

He too smiled, a brave and winning smile.

{}``I also,'' he said. {}``Mine will come soon. I looked upon the
radiant beauty of Issus nearly a year since. It has always been a
source of keen wonder to me that I did not drop dead at the first
sight of that hideous countenance. And her belly! By my first ancestor,
but never was there so grotesque a figure in all the universe. That
they should call such a one Goddess of Life Eternal, Goddess of Death,
Mother of the Nearer Moon, and fifty other equally impossible titles,
is quite beyond me.''

{}``How came you here?''\ I asked.

{}``It is very simple. I was flying a one-man air scout far to the
south when the brilliant idea occurred to me that I should like to
search for the Lost Sea of Korus which tradition places near to the
south pole. I must have inherited from my father a wild lust for adventure,
as well as a hollow where my bump of reverence should be.

{}``I had reached the area of eternal ice when my port propeller
jammed, and I dropped to the ground to make repairs. Before I knew
it the air was black with fliers, and a hundred of these First Born
devils were leaping to the ground all about me.

{}``With drawn swords they made for me, but before I went down beneath
them they had tasted of the steel of my father's sword, and I had
given such an account of myself as I know would have pleased my sire
had he lived to witness it.''

{}``Your father is dead?''\ I asked.

{}``He died before the shell broke to let me step out into a world
that has been very good to me. But for the sorrow that I had never
the honour to know my father, I have been very happy. My only sorrow
now is that my mother must mourn me as she has for ten long years
mourned my father.''

{}``Who was your father?''\ I asked.

He was about to reply when the outer door of our prison opened and
a burly guard entered and ordered him to his own quarters for the
night, locking the door after him as he passed through into the further
chamber.

{}``It is Issus' wish that you two be confined in the same room,''
said the guard when he had returned to our cell. {}``This cowardly
slave of a slave is to serve you well,'' he said to me, indicating
Xodar with a wave of his hand. {}``If he does not, you are to beat
him into submission. It is Issus' wish that you heap upon him every
indignity and degradation of which you can conceive.''

With these words he left us.

Xodar still sat with his face buried in his hands. I walked to his
side and placed my hand upon his shoulder.

{}``Xodar,'' I said, {}``you have heard the commands of Issus,
but you need not fear that I shall attempt to put them into execution.
You are a brave man, Xodar. It is your own affair if you wish to be
persecuted and humiliated; but were I you I should assert my manhood
and defy my enemies.''

{}``I have been thinking very hard, John Carter,'' he said, {}``of
all the new ideas you gave me a few hours since. Little by little
I have been piecing together the things that you said which sounded
blasphemous to me then with the things that I have seen in my past
life and dared not even think about for fear of bringing down upon
me the wrath of Issus.

{}``I believe now that she is a fraud; no more divine than you or
I.\  More I am willing to concede\mbox{---}that the First Born are
no holier than the Holy Therns, nor the Holy Therns more holy than
the red men.

{}``The whole fabric of our religion is based on superstitious belief
in lies that have been foisted upon us for ages by those directly
above us, to whose personal profit and aggrandizement it was to have
us continue to believe as they wished us to believe.

{}``I am ready to cast off the ties that have bound me. I am ready
to defy Issus herself; but what will it avail us? Be the First Born
gods or mortals, they are a powerful race, and we are as fast in their
clutches as though we were already dead. There is no escape.''

{}``I have escaped from bad plights in the past, my friend,'' I
replied; {}``nor while life is in me shall I despair of escaping
from the Isle of Shador and the Sea of Omean.''

{}``But we cannot escape even from the four walls of our prison,''
urged Xodar. {}``Test this flint-like surface,'' he cried, smiting
the solid rock that confined us. {}``And look upon this polished
surface; none could cling to it to reach the top.''

I smiled.

{}``That is the least of our troubles, Xodar,'' I replied. {}``I
will guarantee to scale the wall and take you with me, if you will
help with your knowledge of the customs here to appoint the best time
for the attempt, and guide me to the shaft that lets from the dome
of this abysmal sea to the light of God's pure air above.''

{}``Night time is the best and offers the only slender chance we
have, for then men sleep, and only a dozing watch nods in the tops
of the battleships. No watch is kept upon the cruisers and smaller
craft. The watchers upon the larger vessels see to all about them.
It is night now.''

{}``But,'' I exclaimed, {}``it is not dark! How can it be night,
then?''\ 

He smiled.

{}``You forget,'' he said, {}``that we are far below ground. The
light of the sun never penetrates here. There are no moons and no
stars reflected in the bosom of Omean. The phosphorescent light you
now see pervading this great subterranean vault emanates from the
rocks that form its dome; it is always thus upon Omean, just as the
billows are always as you see them\mbox{---}rolling, ever rolling
over a windless sea.

{}``At the appointed hour of night upon the world above, the men
whose duties hold them here sleep, but the light is ever the same.''

{}``It will make escape more difficult,'' I said, and then I shrugged
my shoulders; for what, pray, is the pleasure of doing an easy thing?

{}``Let us sleep on it to-night,'' said Xodar. {}``A plan may come
with our awakening.''

So we threw ourselves upon the hard stone floor of our prison and
slept the sleep of tired men.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XI. WHEN HELL BROKE LOOSE}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XI. WHEN HELL BROKE LOOSE}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{WHEN HELL BROKE LOOSE}

Early the next morning Xodar and I commenced work upon our plans for
escape. First I had him sketch upon the stone floor of our cell as
accurate a map of the south polar regions as was possible with the
crude instruments at our disposal\mbox{---}a buckle from my harness,
and the sharp edge of the wondrous gem I had taken from Sator Throg.

From this I computed the general direction of Helium and the distance
at which it lay from the opening which led to Omean.

Then I had him draw a map of Omean, indicating plainly the position
of Shador and of the opening in the dome which led to the outer world.

These I studied until they were indelibly imprinted in my memory.
From Xodar I learned the duties and customs of the guards who patrolled
Shador. It seemed that during the hours set aside for sleep only one
man was on duty at a time. He paced a beat that passed around the
prison, at a distance of about a hundred feet from the building.

The pace of the sentries, Xodar said, was very slow, requiring nearly
ten minutes to make a single round. This meant that for practically
five minutes at a time each side of the prison was unguarded as the
sentry pursued his snail like pace upon the opposite side.

{}``This information you ask,'' said Xodar, {}``will be all very
valuable \textit{after} we get out, but nothing that you have asked
has any bearing on that first and most important consideration.''

{}``We will get out all right,'' I replied, laughing. {}``Leave
that to me.''

{}``When shall we make the attempt?''\ he asked.

{}``The first night that finds a small craft moored near the shore
of Shador,'' I replied.

{}``But how will you know that any craft is moored near Shador? The
windows are far beyond our reach.''

{}``Not so, friend Xodar; look!''\ 

With a bound I sprang to the bars of the window opposite us, and took
a quick survey of the scene without.

Several small craft and two large battleships lay within a hundred
yards of Shador.

{}``To-night,'' I thought, and was just about to voice my decision
to Xodar, when, without warning, the door of our prison opened and
a guard stepped in.

If the fellow saw me there our chances of escape might quickly go
glimmering, for I knew that they would put me in irons if they had
the slightest conception of the wonderful agility which my earthly
muscles gave me upon Mars.

The man had entered and was standing facing the centre of the room,
so that his back was toward me. Five feet above me was the top of
a partition wall separating our cell from the next.

There was my only chance to escape detection. If the fellow turned,
I was lost; nor could I have dropped to the floor undetected, since
he was no nearly below me that I would have struck him had I done
so.

{}``Where is the white man?''\ cried the guard of Xodar. {}``Issus
commands his presence.'' He started to turn to see if I were in another
part of the cell.

I scrambled up the iron grating of the window until I could catch
a good footing on the sill with one foot; then I let go my hold and
sprang for the partition top.

{}``What was that?''\ I heard the deep voice of the black bellow
as my metal grated against the stone wall as I slipped over. Then
I dropped lightly to the floor of the cell beyond.

{}``Where is the white slave?''\ again cried the guard.

{}``I know not,'' replied Xodar. {}``He was here even as you entered.
I am not his keeper\mbox{---}go find him.''

The black grumbled something that I could not understand, and then
I heard him unlocking the door into one of the other cells on the
further side. Listening intently, I caught the sound as the door closed
behind him. Then I sprang once more to the top of the partition and
dropped into my own cell beside the astonished Xodar.

{}``Do you see now how we will escape?''\ I asked him in a whisper.

{}``I see how you may,'' he replied, {}``but I am no wiser than
before as to how I am to pass these walls. Certain it is that I cannot
bounce over them as you do.''

We heard the guard moving about from cell to cell, and finally, his
rounds completed, he again entered ours. When his eyes fell upon me
they fairly bulged from his head.

{}``By the shell of my first ancestor!''\ he roared. {}``Where
have you been?''\ 

{}``I have been in prison since you put me here yesterday,'' I answered.
{}``I was in this room when you entered. You had better look to your
eyesight.''

He glared at me in mingled rage and relief.

{}``Come,'' he said. {}``Issus commands your presence.''

He conducted me outside the prison, leaving Xodar behind. There we
found several other guards, and with them the red Martian youth who
occupied another cell upon Shador.

The journey I had taken to the Temple of Issus on the preceding day
was repeated. The guards kept the red boy and myself separated, so
that we had no opportunity to continue the conversation that had been
interrupted the previous night.

The youth's face had haunted me. Where had I seen him before. There
was something strangely familiar in every line of him; in his carriage,
his manner of speaking, his gestures. I could have sworn that I knew
him, and yet I knew too that I had never seen him before.

When we reached the gardens of Issus we were led away from the temple
instead of toward it. The way wound through enchanted parks to a mighty
wall that towered a hundred feet in air.

Massive gates gave egress upon a small plain, surrounded by the same
gorgeous forests that I had seen at the foot of the Golden Cliffs.

Crowds of blacks were strolling in the same direction that our guards
were leading us, and with them mingled my old friends the plant men
and great white apes.

The brutal beasts moved among the crowd as pet dogs might. If they
were in the way the blacks pushed them roughly to one side, or whacked
them with the flat of a sword, and the animals slunk away as in great
fear.

Presently we came upon our destination, a great amphitheatre situated
at the further edge of the plain, and about half a mile beyond the
garden walls.

Through a massive arched gateway the blacks poured in to take their
seats, while our guards led us to a smaller entrance near one end
of the structure.

Through this we passed into an enclosure beneath the seats, where
we found a number of other prisoners herded together under guard.
Some of them were in irons, but for the most part they seemed sufficiently
awed by the presence of their guards to preclude any possibility of
attempted escape.

During the trip from Shador I had had no opportunity to talk with
my fellow-prisoner, but now that we were safely within the barred
paddock our guards abated their watchfulness, with the result that
I found myself able to approach the red Martian youth for whom I felt
such a strange attraction.

{}``What is the object of this assembly?''\ I asked him. {}``Are
we to fight for the edification of the First Born, or is it something
worse than that?''\ 

{}``It is a part of the monthly rites of Issus,'' he replied, {}``in
which black men wash the sins from their souls in the blood of men
from the outer world. If, perchance, the black is killed, it is evidence
of his disloyalty to Issus\mbox{---}the unpardonable sin. If he lives
through the contest he is held acquitted of the charge that forced
the sentence of the rites, as it is called, upon him.

{}``The forms of combat vary. A number of us may be pitted together
against an equal number, or twice the number of blacks; or singly
we may be sent forth to face wild beasts, or some famous black warrior.''

{}``And if we are victorious,'' I asked, {}``what then\mbox{---}freedom?''\ 

He laughed.

{}``Freedom, forsooth. The only freedom for us death. None who enters
the domains of the First Born ever leave. If we prove able fighters
we are permitted to fight often. If we are not mighty fighters\mbox{---}''
He shrugged his shoulders.

{}``Sooner or later we die in the arena.''

{}``And you have fought often?''\ I asked.

{}``Very often,'' he replied. {}``It is my only pleasure. Some
hundred black devils have I accounted for during nearly a year of
the rites of Issus. My mother would be very proud could she only know
how well I have maintained the traditions of my father's prowess.''

{}``Your father must have been a mighty warrior!''\ I said. {}``I
have known most of the warriors of Barsoom in my time; doubtless I
knew him. Who was he?''\ 

{}``My father was\mbox{---}''

{}``Come, calots!''\ cried the rough voice of a guard. {}``To
the slaughter with you,'' and roughly we were hustled to the steep
incline that led to the chambers far below which let out upon the
arena.

The amphitheatre, like all I had ever seen upon Barsoom, was built
in a large excavation. Only the highest seats, which formed the low
wall surrounding the pit, were above the level of the ground. The
arena itself was far below the surface.

Just beneath the lowest tier of seats was a series of barred cages
on a level with the surface of the arena. Into these we were herded.
But, unfortunately, my youthful friend was not of those who occupied
a cage with me.

Directly opposite my cage was the throne of Issus. Here the horrid
creature squatted, surrounded by a hundred slave maidens sparkling
in jewelled trappings. Brilliant cloths of many hues and strange patterns
formed the soft cushion covering of the dais upon which they reclined
about her.

On four sides of the throne and several feet below it stood three
solid ranks of heavily armed soldiery, elbow to elbow. In front of
these were the high dignitaries of this mock heaven\mbox{---}gleaming
blacks bedecked with precious stones, upon their foreheads the insignia
of their rank set in circles of gold.

On both sides of the throne stretched a solid mass of humanity from
top to bottom of the amphitheatre. There were as many women as men,
and each was clothed in the wondrously wrought harness of his station
and his house. With each black was from one to three slaves, drawn
from the domains of the therns and from the outer world. The blacks
are all {}``noble.'' There is no peasantry among the First Born.
Even the lowest soldier is a god, and has his slaves to wait upon
him.

The First Born do no work. The men fight\mbox{---}that is a sacred
privilege and duty; to fight and die for Issus. The women do nothing,
absolutely nothing. Slaves wash them, slaves dress them, slaves feed
them. There are some, even, who have slaves that talk for them, and
I saw one who sat during the rites with closed eyes while a slave
narrated to her the events that were transpiring within the arena.

The first event of the day was the Tribute to Issus. It marked the
end of those poor unfortunates who had looked upon the divine glory
of the goddess a full year before. There were ten of them\mbox{---}splendid
beauties from the proud courts of mighty Jeddaks and from the temples
of the Holy Therns. For a year they had served in the retinue of Issus;
to-day they were to pay the price of this divine preferment with their
lives; tomorrow they would grace the tables of the court functionaries.

A huge black entered the arena with the young women. Carefully he
inspected them, felt of their limbs and poked them in the ribs. Presently
he selected one of their number whom he led before the throne of Issus.
He addressed some words to the goddess which I could not hear. Issus
nodded her head. The black raised his hands above his head in token
of salute, grasped the girl by the wrist, and dragged her from the
arena through a small doorway below the throne.

{}``Issus will dine well to-night,'' said a prisoner beside me.

{}``What do you mean?''\ I asked.

{}``That was her dinner that old Thabis is taking to the kitchens.
Didst not note how carefully he selected the plumpest and tenderest
of the lot?''\ 

I growled out my curses on the monster sitting opposite us on the
gorgeous throne.

{}``Fume not,'' admonished my companion; {}``you will see far worse
than that if you live even a month among the First Born.''

I turned again in time to see the gate of a nearby cage thrown open
and three monstrous white apes spring into the arena. The girls shrank
in a frightened group in the centre of the enclosure.

One was on her knees with imploring hands outstretched toward Issus;
but the hideous deity only leaned further forward in keener anticipation
of the entertainment to come. At length the apes spied the huddled
knot of terror-stricken maidens and with demoniacal shrieks of bestial
frenzy, charged upon them.

A wave of mad fury surged over me. The cruel cowardliness of the power-drunk
creature whose malignant mind conceived such frightful forms of torture
stirred to their uttermost depths my resentment and my manhood. The
blood-red haze that presaged death to my foes swam before my eyes.

The guard lolled before the unbarred gate of the cage which confined
me. What need of bars, indeed, to keep those poor victims from rushing
into the arena which the edict of the gods had appointed as their
death place!

A single blow sent the black unconscious to the ground. Snatching
up his long-sword, I sprang into the arena. The apes were almost upon
the maidens, but a couple of mighty bounds were all my earthly muscles
required to carry me to the centre of the sand-strewn floor.

For an instant silence reigned in the great amphitheatre, then a wild
shout arose from the cages of the doomed. My long-sword circled whirring
through the air, and a great ape sprawled, headless, at the feet of
the fainting girls.

The other apes turned now upon me, and as I stood facing them a sullen
roar from the audience answered the wild cheers from the cages. From
the tail of my eye I saw a score of guards rushing across the glistening
sand toward me. Then a figure broke from one of the cages behind them.
It was the youth whose personality so fascinated me.

He paused a moment before the cages, with upraised sword.

{}``Come, men of the outer world!''\ he shouted. {}``Let us make
our deaths worth while, and at the back of this unknown warrior turn
this day's Tribute to Issus into an orgy of revenge that will echo
through the ages and cause black skins to blanch at each repetition
of the rites of Issus. Come! The racks without your cages are filled
with blades.''

Without waiting to note the outcome of his plea, he turned and bounded
toward me. From every cage that harboured red men a thunderous shout
went up in answer to his exhortation. The inner guards went down beneath
howling mobs, and the cages vomited forth their inmates hot with the
lust to kill.

The racks that stood without were stripped of the swords with which
the prisoners were to have been armed to enter their allotted combats,
and a swarm of determined warriors sped to our support.

The great apes, towering in all their fifteen feet of height, had
gone down before my sword while the charging guards were still some
distance away. Close behind them pursued the youth. At my back were
the young girls, and as it was in their service that I fought, I remained
standing there to meet my inevitable death, but with the determination
to give such an account of myself as would long be remembered in the
land of the First Born.

I noted the marvellous speed of the young red man as he raced after
the guards. Never had I seen such speed in any Martian. His leaps
and bounds were little short of those which my earthly muscles had
produced to create such awe and respect on the part of the green Martians
into whose hands I had fallen on that long-gone day that had seen
my first advent upon Mars.

The guards had not reached me when he fell upon them from the rear,
and as they turned, thinking from the fierceness of his onslaught
that a dozen were attacking them, I rushed them from my side.

In the rapid fighting that followed I had little chance to note aught
else than the movements of my immediate adversaries, but now and again
I caught a fleeting glimpse of a purring sword and a lightly springing
figure of sinewy steel that filled my heart with a strange yearning
and a mighty but unaccountable pride.

On the handsome face of the boy a grim smile played, and ever and
anon he threw a taunting challenge to the foes that faced him. In
this and other ways his manner of fighting was similar to that which
had always marked me on the field of combat.

Perhaps it was this vague likeness which made me love the boy, while
the awful havoc that his sword played amongst the blacks filled my
soul with a tremendous respect for him.

For my part, I was fighting as I had fought a thousand times before\mbox{---}now
sidestepping a wicked thrust, now stepping quickly in to let my sword's
point drink deep in a foeman's heart, before it buried itself in the
throat of his companion.

We were having a merry time of it, we two, when a great body of Issus'
own guards were ordered into the arena. On they came with fierce cries,
while from every side the armed prisoners swarmed upon them.

For half an hour it was as though all hell had broken loose. In the
walled confines of the arena we fought in an inextricable mass\mbox{---}howling,
cursing, blood-streaked demons; and ever the sword of the young red
man flashed beside me.

Slowly and by repeated commands I had succeeded in drawing the prisoners
into a rough formation about us, so that at last we fought formed
into a rude circle in the centre of which were the doomed maids.

Many had gone down on both sides, but by far the greater havoc had
been wrought in the ranks of the guards of Issus. I could see messengers
running swiftly through the audience, and as they passed the nobles
there unsheathed their swords and sprang into the arena. They were
going to annihilate us by force of numbers\mbox{---}that was quite
evidently their plan.

I caught a glimpse of Issus leaning far forward upon her throne, her
hideous countenance distorted in a horrid grimace of hate and rage,
in which I thought I could distinguish an expression of fear. It was
that face that inspired me to the thing that followed.

Quickly I ordered fifty of the prisoners to drop back behind us and
form a new circle about the maidens.

{}``Remain and protect them until I return,'' I commanded.

Then, turning to those who formed the outer line, I cried, {}``Down
with Issus! Follow me to the throne; we will reap vengeance where
vengeance is deserved.''

The youth at my side was the first to take up the cry of {}``Down
with Issus!''\ and then at my back and from all sides rose a hoarse
shout, {}``To the throne! To the throne!''\ 

As one man we moved, an irresistible fighting mass, over the bodies
of dead and dying foes toward the gorgeous throne of the Martian deity.
Hordes of the doughtiest fighting-men of the First Born poured from
the audience to check our progress. We mowed them down before us as
they had been paper men.

{}``To the seats, some of you!''\ I cried as we approached the
arena's barrier wall. {}``Ten of us can take the throne,'' for I
had seen that Issus' guards had for the most part entered the fray
within the arena.

On both sides of me the prisoners broke to left and right for the
seats, vaulting the low wall with dripping swords lusting for the
crowded victims who awaited them.

In another moment the entire amphitheatre was filled with the shrieks
of the dying and the wounded, mingled with the clash of arms and triumphant
shouts of the victors.

Side by side the young red man and I, with perhaps a dozen others,
fought our way to the foot of the throne. The remaining guards, reinforced
by the high dignitaries and nobles of the First Born, closed in between
us and Issus, who sat leaning far forward upon her carved sorapus
bench, now screaming high-pitched commands to her following, now hurling
blighting curses upon those who sought to desecrate her godhood.

The frightened slaves about her trembled in wide-eyed expectancy,
knowing not whether to pray for our victory or our defeat. Several
among them, proud daughters no doubt of some of Barsoom's noblest
warriors, snatched swords from the hands of the fallen and fell upon
the guards of Issus, but they were soon cut down; glorious martyrs
to a hopeless cause.

The men with us fought well, but never since Tars Tarkas and I fought
out that long, hot afternoon shoulder to shoulder against the hordes
of Warhoon in the dead sea bottom before Thark, had I seen two men
fight to such good purpose and with such unconquerable ferocity as
the young red man and I fought that day before the throne of Issus,
Goddess of Death, and of Life Eternal.

Man by man those who stood between us and the carven sorapus wood
bench went down before our blades. Others swarmed in to fill the breach,
but inch by inch, foot by foot we won nearer and nearer to our goal.

Presently a cry went up from a section of the stands near by\mbox{---}{}``Rise
slaves!'' {}``Rise slaves!''\ it rose and fell until it swelled
to a mighty volume of sound that swept in great billows around the
entire amphitheatre.

For an instant, as though by common assent, we ceased our fighting
to look for the meaning of this new note nor did it take but a moment
to translate its significance. In all parts of the structure the female
slaves were falling upon their masters with whatever weapon came first
to hand. A dagger snatched from the harness of her mistress was waved
aloft by some fair slave, its shimmering blade crimson with the lifeblood
of its owner; swords plucked from the bodies of the dead about them;
heavy ornaments which could be turned into bludgeons\mbox{---}such
were the implements with which these fair women wreaked the long-pent
vengeance which at best could but partially recompense them for the
unspeakable cruelties and indignities which their black masters had
heaped upon them. And those who could find no other weapons used their
strong fingers and their gleaming teeth.

It was at once a sight to make one shudder and to cheer; but in a
brief second we were engaged once more in our own battle with only
the unquenchable battle cry of the women to remind us that they still
fought\mbox{---}{}``Rise slaves!'' {}``Rise slaves!''\ 

Only a single thin rank of men now stood between us and Issus. Her
face was blue with terror. Foam flecked her lips. She seemed too paralysed
with fear to move. Only the youth and I fought now. The others all
had fallen, and I was like to have gone down too from a nasty long-sword
cut had not a hand reached out from behind my adversary and clutched
his elbow as the blade was falling upon me. The youth sprang to my
side and ran his sword through the fellow before he could recover
to deliver another blow.

I should have died even then but for that as my sword was tight wedged
in the breastbone of a Dator of the First Born. As the fellow went
down I snatched his sword from him and over his prostrate body looked
into the eyes of the one whose quick hand had saved me from the first
cut of his sword\mbox{---}it was Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang.

{}``Fly, my Prince!''\ she cried. {}``It is useless to fight them
longer. All within the arena are dead. All who charged the throne
are dead but you and this youth. Only among the seats are there left
any of your fighting-men, and they and the slave women are fast being
cut down. Listen! You can scarce hear the battle-cry of the women
now for nearly all are dead. For each one of you there are ten thousand
blacks within the domains of the First Born. Break for the open and
the sea of Korus. With your mighty sword arm you may yet win to the
Golden Cliffs and the templed gardens of the Holy Therns. There tell
your story to Matai Shang, my father. He will keep you, and together
you may find a way to rescue me. Fly while there is yet a bare chance
for flight.''

But that was not my mission, nor could I see much to be preferred
in the cruel hospitality of the Holy Therns to that of the First Born.

{}``Down with Issus!''\ I shouted, and together the boy and I took
up the fight once more. Two blacks went down with our swords in their
vitals, and we stood face to face with Issus. As my sword went up
to end her horrid career her paralysis left her, and with an ear-piercing
shriek she turned to flee. Directly behind her a black gulf suddenly
yawned in the flooring of the dais. She sprang for the opening with
the youth and I close at her heels. Her scattered guard rallied at
her cry and rushed for us. A blow fell upon the head of the youth.
He staggered and would have fallen, but I caught him in my left arm
and turned to face an infuriated mob of religious fanatics crazed
by the affront I had put upon their goddess, just as Issus disappeared
into the black depths beneath me.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XII. DOOMED TO DIE}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XII. DOOMED TO DIE}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{DOOMED TO DIE}

For an instant I stood there before they fell upon me, but the first
rush of them forced me back a step or two. My foot felt for the floor
but found only empty space. I had backed into the pit which had received
Issus. For a second I toppled there upon the brink. Then I too with
the boy still tightly clutched in my arms pitched backward into the
black abyss.

We struck a polished chute, the opening above us closed as magically
as it had opened, and we shot down, unharmed, into a dimly lighted
apartment far below the arena.

As I rose to my feet the first thing I saw was the malignant countenance
of Issus glaring at me through the heavy bars of a grated door at
one side of the chamber.

{}``Rash mortal!''\ she shrilled. {}``You shall pay the awful
penalty for your blasphemy in this secret cell. Here you shall lie
alone and in darkness with the carcass of your accomplice festering
in its rottenness by your side, until crazed by loneliness and hunger
you feed upon the crawling maggots that were once a man.''

That was all. In another instant she was gone, and the dim light which
had filled the cell faded into Cimmerian blackness.

{}``Pleasant old lady,'' said a voice at my side.

{}``Who speaks?''\ I asked.

{}``'Tis I, your companion, who has had the honour this day of fighting
shoulder to shoulder with the greatest warrior that ever wore metal
upon Barsoom.''

{}``I thank God that you are not dead,'' I said. {}``I feared for
that nasty cut upon your head.''

{}``It but stunned me,'' he replied. {}``A mere scratch.''

{}``Maybe it were as well had it been final,'' I said. {}``We seem
to be in a pretty fix here with a splendid chance of dying of starvation
and thirst.''

{}``Where are we?''\ 

{}``Beneath the arena,'' I replied. {}``We tumbled down the shaft
that swallowed Issus as she was almost at our mercy.''

He laughed a low laugh of pleasure and relief, and then reaching out
through the inky blackness he sought my shoulder and pulled my ear
close to his mouth.

{}``Nothing could be better,'' he whispered. {}``There are secrets
within the secrets of Issus of which Issus herself does not dream.''

{}``What do you mean?''\ 

{}``I laboured with the other slaves a year since in the remodelling
of these subterranean galleries, and at that time we found below these
an ancient system of corridors and chambers that had been sealed up
for ages. The blacks in charge of the work explored them, taking several
of us along to do whatever work there might be occasion for. I know
the entire system perfectly.

{}``There are miles of corridors honeycombing the ground beneath
the gardens and the temple itself, and there is one passage that leads
down to and connects with the lower regions that open on the water
shaft that gives passage to Omean.

{}``If we can reach the submarine undetected we may yet make the
sea in which there are many islands where the blacks never go. There
we may live for a time, and who knows what may transpire to aid us
to escape?''\ 

He had spoken all in a low whisper, evidently fearing spying ears
even here, and so I answered him in the samesubdued tone.

{}``Lead back to Shador, my friend,'' I whispered. {}``Xodar, the
black, is there. We were to attempt our escape together, so I cannot
desert him.''

{}``No,'' said the boy, {}``one cannot desert a friend. It were
better to be recaptured ourselves than that.''

Then he commenced groping his way about the floor of the dark chamber
searching for the trap that led to the corridors beneath. At length
he summoned me by a low, {}``S-s-t,'' and I crept toward the sound
of his voice to find him kneeling on the brink of an opening in the
floor.

{}``There is a drop here of about ten feet,'' he whispered. {}``Hang
by your hands and you will alight safely on a level floor of soft
sand.''

Very quietly I lowered myself from the inky cell above into the inky
pit below. So utterly dark was it that we could not see our hands
at an inch from our noses. Never, I think, have I known such complete
absence of light as existed in the pits of Issus.

For an instant I hung in mid air. There is a strange sensation connected
with an experience of that nature which is quite difficult to describe.
When the feet tread empty air and the distance below is shrouded in
darkness there is a feeling akin to panic at the thought of releasing
the hold and taking the plunge into unknown depths.

Although the boy had told me that it was but ten feet to the floor
below I experienced the same thrills as though I were hanging above
a bottomless pit. Then I released my hold and dropped\mbox{---}four
feet to a soft cushion of sand.

The boy followed me.

{}``Raise me to your shoulders,'' he said, {}``and I will replace
the trap.''

This done he took me by the hand, leading me very slowly, with much
feeling about and frequent halts to assure himself that he did not
stray into wrong passageways.

Presently we commenced the descent of a very steep incline.

{}``It will not be long,'' he said, {}``before we shall have light.
At the lower levels we meet the same strata of phosphorescent rock
that illuminates Omean.''

Never shall I forget that trip through the pits of Issus. While it
was devoid of important incidents yet it was filled for me with a
strange charm of excitement and adventure which I think I must have
hinged principally on the unguessable antiquity of these long-forgotten
corridors. The things which the Stygian darkness hid from my objective
eye could not have been half so wonderful as the pictures which my
imagination wrought as it conjured to life again the ancient peoples
of this dying world and set them once more to the labours, the intrigues,
the mysteries and the cruelties which they had practised to make their
last stand against the swarming hordes of the dead sea bottoms that
had driven them step by step to the uttermost pinnacle of the world
where they were now intrenched behind an impenetrable barrier of superstition.

In addition to the green men there had been three principal races
upon Barsoom. The blacks, the whites, and a race of yellow men. As
the waters of the planet dried and the seas receded, all other resources
dwindled until life upon the planet became a constant battle for survival.

The various races had made war upon one another for ages, and the
three higher types had easily bested the green savages of the water
places of the world, but now that the receding seas necessitated constant
abandonment of their fortified cities and forced upon them a more
or less nomadic life in which they became separated into smaller communities
they soon fell prey to the fierce hordes of green men. The result
was a partial amalgamation of the blacks, whites and yellows, the
result of which is shown in the present splendid race of red men.

I had always supposed that all traces of the original races had disappeared
from the face of Mars, yet within the past four days I had found both
whites and blacks in great multitudes. Could it be possible that in
some far-off corner of the planet there still existed a remnant of
the ancient race of yellow men?

My reveries were broken in upon by a low exclamation from the boy.

{}``At last, the lighted way,'' he cried, and looking up I beheld
at a long distance before us a dim radiance.

As we advanced the light increased until presently we emerged into
well-lighted passageways. From then on our progress was rapid until
we came suddenly to the end of a corridor that let directly upon the
ledge surrounding the pool of the submarine.

The craft lay at her moorings with uncovered hatch. Raising his finger
to his lips and then tapping his sword in a significant manner, the
youth crept noiselessly toward the vessel. I was close at his heels.

Silently we dropped to the deserted deck, and on hands and knees crawled
toward the hatchway. A stealthy glance below revealed no guard in
sight, and so with the quickness and the soundlessness of cats we
dropped together into the main cabin of the submarine. Even here was
no sign of life. Quickly we covered and secured the hatch.

Then the boy stepped into the pilot house, touched a button and the
boat sank amid swirling waters toward the bottom of the shaft. Even
then there was no scurrying of feet as we had expected, and while
the boy remained to direct the boat I slid from cabin to cabin in
futile search for some member of the crew. The craft was entirely
deserted. Such good fortune seemed almost unbelievable.

When I returned to the pilot house to report the good news to my companion
he handed me a paper.

{}``This may explain the absence of the crew,'' he said.

It was a radio-aerial message to the commander of the submarine:

\begin{quotation}
\noindent {}``The slaves have risen. Come with what men you have
and those that you can gather on the way. Too late to get aid from
Omean. They are massacring all within the amphitheatre. Issus is threatened.
Haste. 

\begin{flushright}{}``Zithad\char`\"{}\end{flushright}
\end{quotation}
{}

{}``Zithad is Dator of the guards of Issus,'' explained the youth.
{}``We gave them a bad scare\mbox{---}one that they will not soon
forget.''

{}``Let us hope that it is but the beginning of the end of Issus,''
I said.

{}``Only our first ancestor knows,'' he replied.

We reached the submarine pool in Omean without incident. Here we debated
the wisdom of sinking the craft before leaving her, but finally decided
that it would add nothing to our chances for escape. There were plenty
of blacks on Omean to thwart us were we apprehended; however many
more might come from the temples and gardens of Issus would not in
any decrease our chances.

We were now in a quandary as to how to pass the guards who patrolled
the island about the pool. At last I hit upon a plan.

{}``What is the name or title of the officer in charge of these guards?''\ 
I asked the boy.

{}``A fellow named Torith was on duty when we entered this morning,''
he replied.

{}``Good. And what is the name of the commander of the submarine?''\ 

{}``Yersted.''

I found a dispatch blank in the cabin and wrote the following order:

\begin{quotation}
\noindent {}``Dator Torith: Return these two slaves at once to Shador. 

\begin{flushright}{}``Yersted\char`\"{}\end{flushright}
\end{quotation}
{}

{}``That will be the simpler way to return,'' I said, smiling, as
I handed the forged order to the boy. {}``Come, we shall see now
how well it works.''

{}``But our swords!''\ he exclaimed. {}``What shall we say to
explain them?''\ 

{}``Since we cannot explain them we shall have to leave them behind
us,'' I replied.

{}``Is it not the extreme of rashness to thus put ourselves again,
unarmed, in the power of the First Born?''\ 

{}``It is the only way,'' I answered. {}``You may trust me to find
a way out of the prison of Shador, and I think, once out, that we
shall find no great difficulty in arming ourselves once more in a
country which abounds so plentifully in armed men.''

{}``As you say,'' he replied with a smile and shrug. {}``I could
not follow another leader who inspired greater confidence than you.
Come, let us put your ruse to the test.''

Boldly we emerged from the hatchway of the craft, leaving our swords
behind us, and strode to the main exit which led to the sentry's post
and the office of the Dator of the guard.

At sight of us the members of the guard sprang forward in surprise,
and with levelled rifles halted us. I held out the message to one
of them. He took it and seeing to whom it was addressed turned and
handed it to Torith who was emerging from his office to learn the
cause of the commotion.

The black read the order, and for a moment eyed us with evident suspicion.

{}``Where is Dator Yersted?''\ he asked, and my heart sank within
me, as I cursed myself for a stupid fool in not having sunk the submarine
to make good the lie that I must tell.

{}``His orders were to return immediately to the temple landing,''
I replied.

Torith took a half step toward the entrance to the pool as though
to corroborate my story. For that instant everything hung in the balance,
for had he done so and found the empty submarine still lying at her
wharf the whole weak fabric of my concoction would have tumbled about
our heads; but evidently he decided the message must be genuine, nor
indeed was there any good reason to doubt it since it would scarce
have seemed credible to him that two slaves would voluntarily have
given themselves into custody in any such manner as this. It was the
very boldness of the plan which rendered it successful.

{}``Were you connected with the rising of the slaves?''\ asked
Torith. {}``We have just had meagre reports of some such event.''

{}``All were involved,'' I replied. {}``But it amounted to little.
The guards quickly overcame and killed the majority of us.''

He seemed satisfied with this reply. {}``Take them to Shador,''
he ordered, turning to one of his subordinates. We entered a small
boat lying beside the island, and in a few minutes were disembarking
upon Shador. Here we were returned to our respective cells; I with
Xodar, the boy by himself; and behind locked doors we were again prisoners
of the First Born.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XIII. A BREAK FOR LIBERTY}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XIII. A BREAK FOR LIBERTY}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{A BREAK FOR LIBERTY}

Xodar listened in incredulous astonishment to my narration of the
events which had transpired within the arena at the rites of Issus.
He could scarce conceive, even though he had already professed his
doubt as to the deity of Issus, that one could threaten her with sword
in hand and not be blasted into a thousand fragments by the mere fury
of her divine wrath.

{}``It is the final proof,'' he said, at last. {}``No more is needed
to completely shatter the last remnant of my superstitious belief
in the divinity of Issus. She is only a wicked old woman, wielding
a mighty power for evil through machinations that have kept her own
people and all Barsoom in religious ignorance for ages.''

{}``She is still all-powerful here, however,'' I replied. {}``So
it behooves us to leave at the first moment that appears at all propitious.''

{}``I hope that you may find a propitious moment,'' he said, with
a laugh, {}``for it is certain that in all my life I have never seen
one in which a prisoner of the First Born might escape.''

{}``To-night will do as well as any,'' I replied.

{}``It will soon be night,'' said Xodar. {}``How may I aid in the
adventure?''\ 

{}``Can you swim?''\ I asked him.

{}``No slimy silian that haunts the depths of Korus is more at home
in water than is Xodar,'' he replied.

{}``Good. The red one in all probability cannot swim,'' I said,
{}``since there is scarce enough water in all their domains to float
the tiniest craft. One of us therefore will have to support him through
the sea to the craft we select. I had hoped that we might make the
entire distance below the surface, but I fear that the red youth could
not thus perform the trip. Even the bravest of the brave among them
are terrorized at the mere thought of deep water, for it has been
ages since their forebears saw a lake, a river or a sea.''

{}``The red one is to accompany us?''\ asked Xodar.

{}``Yes.''

{}``It is well. Three swords are better than two. Especially when
the third is as mighty as this fellow's. I have seen him battle in
the arena at the rites of Issus many times. Never, until I saw you
fight, had I seen one who seemed unconquerable even in the face of
great odds. One might think you two master and pupil, or father and
son. Come to recall his face there is a resemblance between you. It
is very marked when you fight\mbox{---}there is the same grim smile,
the same maddening contempt for your adversary apparent in every movement
of your bodies and in every changing expression of your faces.''

{}``Be that as it may, Xodar, he is a great fighter. I think that
we will make a trio difficult to overcome, and if my friend Tars Tarkas,
Jeddak of Thark, were but one of us we could fight our way from one
end of Barsoom to the other even though the whole world were pitted
against us.''

{}``It will be,'' said Xodar, {}``when they find from whence you
have come. That is but one of the superstitions which Issus has foisted
upon a credulous humanity. She works through the Holy Therns who are
as ignorant of her real self as are the Barsoomians of the outer world.
Her decrees are borne to the therns written in blood upon a strange
parchment. The poor deluded fools think that they are receiving the
revelations of a goddess through some supernatural agency, since they
find these messages upon their guarded altars to which none could
have access without detection. I myself have borne these messages
for Issus for many years. There is a long tunnel from the temple of
Issus to the principal temple of Matai Shang. It was dug ages ago
by the slaves of the First Born in such utter secrecy that no thern
ever guessed its existence.

{}``The therns for their part have temples dotted about the entire
civilized world. Here priests whom the people never see communicate
the doctrine of the Mysterious River Iss, the Valley Dor, and the
Lost Sea of Korus to persuade the poor deluded creatures to take the
voluntary pilgrimage that swells the wealth of the Holy Therns and
adds to the numbers of their slaves.

{}``Thus the therns are used as the principal means for collecting
the wealth and labour that the First Born wrest from them as they
need it. Occasionally the First Born themselves make raids upon the
outer world. It is then that they capture many females of the royal
houses of the red men, and take the newest in battleships and the
trained artisans who build them, that they may copy what they cannot
create.

{}``We are a non-productive race, priding ourselves upon our non-productiveness.
It is criminal for a First Born to labour or invent. That is the work
of the lower orders, who live merely that the First Born may enjoy
long lives of luxury and idleness. With us fighting is all that counts;
were it not for that there would be more of the First Born than all
the creatures of Barsoom could support, for in so far as I know none
of us ever dies a natural death. Our females would live for ever but
for the fact that we tire of them and remove them to make place for
others. Issus alone of all is protected against death. She has lived
for countless ages.''

{}``Would not the other Barsoomians live for ever but for the doctrine
of the voluntary pilgrimage which drags them to the bosom of Iss at
or before their thousandth year?''\ I asked him.

{}``I feel now that there is no doubt but that they are precisely
the same species of creature as the First Born, and I hope that I
shall live to fight for them in atonement of the sins I have committed
against them through the ignorance born of generations of false teaching.''

As he ceased speaking a weird call rang out across the waters of Omean.
I had heard it at the same time the previous evening and knew that
it marked the ending of the day, when the men of Omean spread their
silks upon the deck of battleship and cruiser and fall into the dreamless
sleep of Mars.

Our guard entered to inspect us for the last time before the new day
broke upon the world above. His duty was soon performed and the heavy
door of our prison closed behind him\mbox{---}we were alone for the
night.

I gave him time to return to his quarters, as Xodar said he probably
would do, then I sprang to the grated window and surveyed the nearby
waters. At a little distance from the island, a quarter of a mile
perhaps, lay a monster battleship, while between her and the shore
were a number of smaller cruisers and one-man scouts. Upon the battleship
alone was there a watch. I could see him plainly in the upper works
of the ship, and as I watched I saw him spread his sleeping silks
upon the tiny platform in which he was stationed. Soon he threw himself
at full length upon his couch. The discipline on Omean was lax indeed.
But it is not to be wondered at since no enemy guessed the existence
upon Barsoom of such a fleet, or even of the First Born, or the Sea
of Omean. Why indeed should they maintain a watch?

Presently I dropped to the floor again and talked with Xodar, describing
the various craft I had seen.

{}``There is one there,'' he said, {}``my personal property, built
to carry five men, that is the swiftest of the swift. If we can board
her we can at least make a memorable run for liberty,'' and then
he went on to describe to me the equipment of the boat; her engines,
and all that went to make her the flier that she was.

In his explanation I recognized a trick of gearing that Kantos Kan
had taught me that time we sailed under false names in the navy of
Zodanga beneath Sab Than, the Prince. And I knew then that the First
Born had stolen it from the ships of Helium, for only they are thus
geared. And I knew too that Xodar spoke the truth when he lauded the
speed of his little craft, for nothing that cleaves the thin air of
Mars can approximate the speed of the ships of Helium.

We decided to wait for an hour at least until all the stragglers had
sought their silks. In the meantime I was to fetch the red youth to
our cell so that we would be in readiness to make our rash break for
freedom together.

I sprang to the top of our partition wall and pulled myself up on
to it. There I found a flat surface about a foot in width and along
this I walked until I came to the cell in which I saw the boy sitting
upon his bench. He had been leaning back against the wall looking
up at the glowing dome above Omean, and when he spied me balancing
upon the partition wall above him his eyes opened wide in astonishment.
Then a wide grin of appreciative understanding spread across his countenance.

As I stooped to drop to the floor beside him he motioned me to wait,
and coming close below me whispered: {}``Catch my hand; I can almost
leap to the top of that wall myself. I have tried it many times, and
each day I come a little closer. Some day I should have been able
to make it.''

I lay upon my belly across the wall and reached my hand far down toward
him. With a little run from the centre of the cell he sprang up until
I grasped his outstretched hand, and thus I pulled him to the wall's
top beside me.

{}``You are the first jumper I ever saw among the red men of Barsoom,''
I said.

He smiled. {}``It is not strange. I will tell you why when we have
more time.''

Together we returned to the cell in which Xodar sat; descending to
talk with him until the hour had passed.

There we made our plans for the immediate future, binding ourselves
by a solemn oath to fight to the death for one another against whatsoever
enemies should confront us, for we knew that even should we succeed
in escaping the First Born we might still have a whole world against
us\mbox{---}the power of religious superstition is mighty.

It was agreed that I should navigate the craft after we had reached
her, and that if we made the outer world in safety we should attempt
to reach Helium without a stop.

{}``Why Helium?''\ asked the red youth.

{}``I am a prince of Helium,'' I replied.

He gave me a peculiar look, but said nothing further on the subject.
I wondered at the time what the significance of his expression might
be, but in the press of other matters it soon left my mind, nor did
I have occasion to think of it again until later.

{}``Come,'' I said at length, {}``now is as good a time as any.
Let us go.''

Another moment found me at the top of the partition wall again with
the boy beside me. Unbuckling my harness I snapped it together with
a single long strap which I lowered to the waiting Xodar below. He
grasped the end and was soon sitting beside us.

{}``How simple,'' he laughed.

{}``The balance should be even simpler,'' I replied. Then I raised
myself to the top of the outer wall of the prison, just so that I
could peer over and locate the passing sentry. For a matter of five
minutes I waited and then he came in sight on his slow and snail-like
beat about the structure.

I watched him until he had made the turn at the end of the building
which carried him out of sight of the side of the prison that was
to witness our dash for freedom. The moment his form disappeared I
grasped Xodar and drew him to the top of the wall. Placing one end
of my harness strap in his hands I lowered him quickly to the ground
below. Then the boy grasped the strap and slid down to Xodar's side.

In accordance with our arrangement they did not wait for me, but walked
slowly toward the water, a matter of a hundred yards, directly past
the guard-house filled with sleeping soldiers.

They had taken scarce a dozen steps when I too dropped to the ground
and followed them leisurely toward the shore. As I passed the guard-house
the thought of all the good blades lying there gave me pause, for
if ever men were to have need of swords it was my companions and I
on the perilous trip upon which we were about to embark.

I glanced toward Xodar and the youth and saw that they had slipped
over the edge of the dock into the water. In accordance with our plan
they were to remain there clinging to the metal rings which studded
the concrete-like substance of the dock at the water's level, with
only their mouths and noses above the surface of the sea, until I
should join them.

The lure of the swords within the guard-house was strong upon me,
and I hesitated a moment, half inclined to risk the attempt to take
the few we needed. That he who hesitates is lost proved itself a true
aphorism in this instance, for another moment saw me creeping stealthily
toward the door of the guard-house.

Gently I pressed it open a crack; enough to discover a dozen blacks
stretched upon their silks in profound slumber. At the far side of
the room a rack held the swords and firearms of the men. Warily I
pushed the door a trifle wider to admit my body. A hinge gave out
a resentful groan. One of the men stirred, and my heart stood still.
I cursed myself for a fool to have thus jeopardized our chances for
escape; but there was nothing for it now but to see the adventure
through.

With a spring as swift and as noiseless as a tiger's I lit beside
the guardsman who had moved. My hands hovered about his throat awaiting
the moment that his eyes should open. For what seemed an eternity
to my overwrought nerves I remained poised thus. Then the fellow turned
again upon his side and resumed the even respiration of deep slumber.

Carefully I picked my way between and over the soldiers until I had
gained the rack at the far side of the room. Here I turned to survey
the sleeping men. All were quiet. Their regular breathing rose and
fell in a soothing rhythm that seemed to me the sweetest music I ever
had heard.

Gingerly I drew a long-sword from the rack. The scraping of the scabbard
against its holder as I withdrew it sounded like the filing of cast
iron with a great rasp, and I looked to see the room immediately filled
with alarmed and attacking guardsmen. But none stirred.

The second sword I withdrew noiselessly, but the third clanked in
its scabbard with a frightful din. I knew that it must awaken some
of the men at least, and was on the point of forestalling their attack
by a rapid charge for the doorway, when again, to my intense surprise,
not a black moved. Either they were wondrous heavy sleepers or else
the noises that I made were really much less than they seemed to me.

I was about to leave the rack when my attention was attracted by the
revolvers. I knew that I could not carry more than one away with me,
for I was already too heavily laden to move quietly with any degree
of safety or speed. As I took one of them from its pin my eye fell
for the first time on an open window beside the rack. Ah, here was
a splendid means of escape, for it let directly upon the dock, not
twenty feet from the water's edge.

And as I congratulated myself, I heard the door opposite me open,
and there looking me full in the face stood the officer of the guard.
He evidently took in the situation at a glance and appreciated the
gravity of it as quickly as I, for our revolvers came up simultaneously
and the sounds of the two reports were as one as we touched the buttons
on the grips that exploded the cartridges.

I felt the wind of his bullet as it whizzed past my ear, and at the
same instant I saw him crumple to the ground. Where I hit him I do
not know, nor if I killed him, for scarce had he started to collapse
when I was through the window at my rear. In another second the waters
of Omean closed above my head, and the three of us were making for
the little flier a hundred yards away.

Xodar was burdened with the boy, and I with the three long-swords.
The revolver I had dropped, so that while we were both strong swimmers
it seemed to me that we moved at a snail's pace through the water.
I was swimming entirely beneath the surface, but Xodar was compelled
to rise often to let the youth breathe, so it was a wonder that we
were not discovered long before we were.

In fact we reached the boat's side and were all aboard before the
watch upon the battleship, aroused by the shots, detected us. Then
an alarm gun bellowed from a ship's bow, its deep boom reverberating
in deafening tones beneath the rocky dome of Omean.

Instantly the sleeping thousands were awake. The decks of a thousand
monster craft teemed with fighting-men, for an alarm on Omean was
a thing of rare occurrence.

We cast away before the sound of the first gun had died, and another
second saw us rising swiftly from the surface of the sea. I lay at
full length along the deck with the levers and buttons of control
before me. Xodar and the boy were stretched directly behind me, prone
also that we might offer as little resistance to the air as possible.

{}``Rise high,'' whispered Xodar. {}``They dare not fire their
heavy guns toward the dome\mbox{---}the fragments of the shells would
drop back among their own craft. If we are high enough our keel plates
will protect us from rifle fire.''

I did as he bade. Below us we could see the men leaping into the water
by hundreds, and striking out for the small cruisers and one-man fliers
that lay moored about the big ships. The larger craft were getting
under way, following us rapidly, but not rising from the water.

{}``A little to your right,'' cried Xodar, for there are no points
of compass upon Omean where every direction is due north.

The pandemonium that had broken out below us was deafening. Rifles
cracked, officers shouted orders, men yelled directions to one another
from the water and from the decks of myriad boats, while through all
ran the purr of countless propellers cutting water and air.

I had not dared pull my speed lever to the highest for fear of overrunning
the mouth of the shaft that passed from Omean's dome to the world
above, but even so we were hitting a clip that I doubt has ever been
equalled on the windless sea.

The smaller fliers were commencing to rise toward us when Xodar shouted:
{}``The shaft! The shaft! Dead ahead,'' and I saw the opening, black
and yawning in the glowing dome of this underworld.

A ten-man cruiser was rising directly in front to cut off our escape.
It was the only vessel that stood in our way, but at the rate that
it was traveling it would come between us and the shaft in plenty
of time to thwart our plans.

It was rising at an angle of about forty-five degrees dead ahead of
us, with the evident intention of combing us with grappling hooks
from above as it skimmed low over our deck.

There was but one forlorn hope for us, and I took it. It was useless
to try to pass over her, for that would have allowed her to force
us against the rocky dome above, and we were already too near that
as it was. To have attempted to dive below her would have put us entirely
at her mercy, and precisely where she wanted us. On either side a
hundred other menacing craft were hastening toward us. The alternative
was filled with risk\mbox{---}in fact it was all risk, with but a
slender chance of success.

As we neared the cruiser I rose as though to pass above her, so that
she would do just what she did do, rise at a steeper angle to force
me still higher. Then as we were almost upon her I yelled to my companions
to hold tight, and throwing the little vessel into her highest speed
I deflected her bows at the same instant until we were running horizontally
and at terrific velocity straight for the cruiser's keel.

Her commander may have seen my intentions then, but it was too late.
Almost at the instant of impact I turned my bows upward, and then
with a shattering jolt we were in collision. What I had hoped for
happened. The cruiser, already tilted at a perilous angle, was carried
completely over backward by the impact of my smaller vessel. Her crew
fell twisting and screaming through the air to the water far below,
while the cruiser, her propellers still madly churning, dived swiftly
headforemost after them to the bottom of the Sea of Omean.

The collision crushed our steel bows, and notwithstanding every effort
on our part came near to hurling us from the deck. As it was we landed
in a wildly clutching heap at the very extremity of the flier, where
Xodar and I succeeded in grasping the hand-rail, but the boy would
have plunged overboard had I not fortunately grasped his ankle as
he was already partially over.

Unguided, our vessel careened wildly in its mad flight, rising ever
nearer the rocks above. It took but an instant, however, for me to
regain the levers, and with the roof barely fifty feet above I turned
her nose once more into the horizontal plane and headed her again
for the black mouth of the shaft.

The collision had retarded our progress and now a hundred swift scouts
were close upon us. Xodar had told me that ascending the shaft by
virtue of our repulsive rays alone would give our enemies their best
chance to overtake us, since our propellers would be idle and in rising
we would be outclassed by many of our pursuers. The swifter craft
are seldom equipped with large buoyancy tanks, since the added bulk
of them tends to reduce a vessel's speed.

As many boats were now quite close to us it was inevitable that we
would be quickly overhauled in the shaft, and captured or killed in
short order.

To me there always seems a way to gain the opposite side of an obstacle.
If one cannot pass over it, or below it, or around it, why then there
is but a single alternative left, and that is to pass through it.
I could not get around the fact that many of these other boats could
rise faster than ours by the fact of their greater buoyancy, but I
was none the less determined to reach the outer world far in advance
of them or die a death of my own choosing in event of failure.

{}``Reverse?''\ screamed Xodar, behind me. {}``For the love of
your first ancestor, reverse. We are at the shaft.''

{}``Hold tight!''\ I screamed in reply. {}``Grasp the boy and
hold tight\mbox{---}we are going straight up the shaft.''

The words were scarce out of my mouth as we swept beneath the pitch-black
opening. I threw the bow hard up, dragged the speed lever to its last
notch, and clutching a stanchion with one hand and the steering-wheel
with the other hung on like grim death and consigned my soul to its
author.

I heard a little exclamation of surprise from Xodar, followed by a
grim laugh. The boy laughed too and said something which I could not
catch for the whistling of the wind of our awful speed.

I looked above my head, hoping to catch the gleam of stars by which
I could direct our course and hold the hurtling thing that bore us
true to the centre of the shaft. To have touched the side at the speed
we were making would doubtless have resulted in instant death for
us all. But not a star showed above\mbox{---}only utter and impenetrable
darkness.

Then I glanced below me, and there I saw a rapidly diminishing circle
of light\mbox{---}the mouth of the opening above the phosphorescent
radiance of Omean. By this I steered, endeavouring to keep the circle
of light below me ever perfect. At best it was but a slender cord
that held us from destruction, and I think that I steered that night
more by intuition and blind faith than by skill or reason.

We were not long in the shaft, and possibly the very fact of our enormous
speed saved us, for evidently we started in the right direction and
so quickly were we out again that we had no time to alter our course.
Omean lies perhaps two miles below the surface crust of Mars. Our
speed must have approximated two hundred miles an hour, for Martian
fliers are swift, so that at most we were in the shaft not over forty
seconds.

We must have been out of it for some seconds before I realised that
we had accomplished the impossible. Black darkness enshrouded all
about us. There were neither moons nor stars. Never before had I seen
such a thing upon Mars, and for the moment I was nonplussed. Then
the explanation came to me. It was summer at the south pole. The ice
cap was melting and those meteoric phenomena, clouds, unknown upon
the greater part of Barsoom, were shutting out the light of heaven
from this portion of the planet.

Fortunate indeed it was for us, nor did it take me long to grasp the
opportunity for escape which this happy condition offered us. Keeping
the boat's nose at a stiff angle I raced her for the impenetrable
curtain which Nature had hung above this dying world to shut us out
from the sight of our pursuing enemies.

We plunged through the cold camp fog without diminishing our speed,
and in a moment emerged into the glorious light of the two moons and
the million stars. I dropped into a horizontal course and headed due
north. Our enemies were a good half-hour behind us with no conception
of our direction. We had performed the miraculous and come through
a thousand dangers unscathed\mbox{--}--we had escaped from the land
of the First Born. No other prisoners in all the ages of Barsoom had
done this thing, and now as I looked back upon it it did not seem
to have been so difficult after all.

I said as much to Xodar, over my shoulder.

{}``It is very wonderful, nevertheless,'' he replied. {}``No one
else could have accomplished it but John Carter.''

At the sound of that name the boy jumped to his feet.

{}``John Carter!''\ he cried. {}``John Carter! Why, man, John
Carter, Prince of Helium, has been dead for years. I am his son.''


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XIV. THE EYES IN THE DARK}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XIV. THE EYES IN THE DARK}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE EYES IN THE DARK}

My son! I could not believe my ears. Slowly I rose and faced the handsome
youth. Now that I looked at him closely I commenced to see why his
face and personality had attracted me so strongly. There was much
of his mother's incomparable beauty in his clear-cut features, but
it was strongly masculine beauty, and his grey eyes and the expression
of them were mine.

The boy stood facing me, half hope and half uncertainty in his look.

{}``Tell me of your mother,'' I said. {}``Tell me all you can of
the years that I have been robbed by a relentless fate of her dear
companionship.''

With a cry of pleasure he sprang toward me and threw his arms about
my neck, and for a brief moment as I held my boy close to me the tears
welled to my eyes and I was like to have choked after the manner of
some maudlin fool\mbox{---}but I do not regret it, nor am I ashamed.
A long life has taught me that a man may seem weak where women and
children are concerned and yet be anything but a weakling in the sterner
avenues of life.

{}``Your stature, your manner, the terrible ferocity of your swordsmanship,''
said the boy, {}``are as my mother has described them to me a thousand
times\mbox{---}but even with such evidence I could scarce credit
the truth of what seemed so improbable to me, however much I desired
it to be true. Do you know what thing it was that convinced me more
than all the others?''\ 

{}``What, my boy?''\ I asked.

{}``Your first words to me\mbox{---}they were of my mother. None
else but the man who loved her as she has told me my father did would
have thought first of her.''

{}``For long years, my son, I can scarce recall a moment that the
radiant vision of your mother's face has not been ever before me.
Tell me of her.''

{}``Those who have known her longest say that she has not changed,
unless it be to grow more beautiful\mbox{---}were that possible.
Only, when she thinks I am not about to see her, her face grows very
sad, and, oh, so wistful. She thinks ever of you, my father, and all
Helium mourns with her and for her. Her grandfather's people love
her. They loved you also, and fairly worship your memory as the saviour
of Barsoom.

{}``Each year that brings its anniversary of the day that saw you
racing across a near dead world to unlock the secret of that awful
portal behind which lay the mighty power of life for countless millions
a great festival is held in your honour; but there are tears mingled
with the thanksgiving\mbox{---}tears of real regret that the author
of the happiness is not with them to share the joy of living he died
to give them. Upon all Barsoom there is no greater name than John
Carter.''

{}``And by what name has your mother called you, my boy?''\ I asked.

{}``The people of Helium asked that I be named with my father's name,
but my mother said no, that you and she had chosen a name for me together,
and that your wish must be honoured before all others, so the name
that she called me is the one that you desired, a combination of hers
and yours\mbox{---}Carthoris.''

Xodar had been at the wheel as I talked with my son, and now he called
me.

{}``She is dropping badly by the head, John Carter,'' he said. {}``So
long as we were rising at a stiff angle it was not noticeable, but
now that I am trying to keep a horizontal course it is different.
The wound in her bow has opened one of her forward ray tanks.''

It was true, and after I had examined the damage I found it a much
graver matter than I had anticipated. Not only was the forced angle
at which we were compelled to maintain the bow in order to keep a
horizontal course greatly impeding our speed, but at the rate that
we were losing our repulsive rays from the forward tanks it was but
a question of an hour or more when we would be floating stern up and
helpless.

We had slightly reduced our speed with the dawning of a sense of security,
but now I took the helm once more and pulled the noble little engine
wide open, so that again we raced north at terrific velocity. In the
meantime Carthoris and Xodar with tools in hand were puttering with
the great rent in the bow in a hopeless endeavour to stem the tide
of escaping rays.

It was still dark when we passed the northern boundary of the ice
cap and the area of clouds. Below us lay a typical Martian landscape.
Rolling ochre sea bottom of long dead seas, low surrounding hills,
with here and there the grim and silent cities of the dead past; great
piles of mighty architecture tenanted only by age-old memories of
a once powerful race, and by the great white apes of Barsoom.

It was becoming more and more difficult to maintain our little vessel
in a horizontal position. Lower and lower sagged the bow until it
became necessary to stop the engine to prevent our flight terminating
in a swift dive to the ground.

As the sun rose and the light of a new day swept away the darkness
of night our craft gave a final spasmodic plunge, turned half upon
her side, and then with deck tilting at a sickening angle swung in
a slow circle, her bow dropping further below her stern each moment.

To hand-rail and stanchion we clung, and finally as we saw the end
approaching, snapped the buckles of our harness to the rings at her
sides. In another moment the deck reared at an angle of ninety degrees
and we hung in our leather with feet dangling a thousand yards above
the ground.

I was swinging quite close to the controlling devices, so I reached
out to the lever that directed the rays of repulsion. The boat responded
to the touch, and very gently we began to sink toward the ground.

It was fully half an hour before we touched. Directly north of us
rose a rather lofty range of hills, toward which we decided to make
our way, since they afforded greater opportunity for concealment from
the pursuers we were confident might stumble in this direction.

An hour later found us in the time-rounded gullies of the hills, amid
the beautiful flowering plants that abound in the arid waste places
of Barsoom. There we found numbers of huge milk-giving shrubs\mbox{---}that
strange plant which serves in great part as food and drink for the
wild hordes of green men. It was indeed a boon to us, for we all were
nearly famished.

Beneath a cluster of these which afforded perfect concealment from
wandering air scouts, we lay down to sleep\mbox{---}for me the first
time in many hours. This was the beginning of my fifth day upon Barsoom
since I had found myself suddenly translated from my cottage on the
Hudson to Dor, the valley beautiful, the valley hideous. In all this
time I had slept but twice, though once the clock around within the
storehouse of the therns.

It was mid-afternoon when I was awakened by some one seizing my hand
and covering it with kisses. With a start I opened my eyes to look
into the beautiful face of Thuvia.

{}``My Prince! My Prince!''\ she cried, in an ecstasy of happiness.
{}``'Tis you whom I had mourned as dead. My ancestors have been good
to me; I have not lived in vain.''

The girl's voice awoke Xodar and Carthoris. The boy gazed upon the
woman in surprise, but she did not seem to realize the presence of
another than I.\  She would have thrown her arms about my neck and
smothered me with caresses, had I not gently but firmly disengaged
myself.

{}``Come, come, Thuvia,'' I said soothingly; {}``you are overwrought
by the danger and hardships you have passed through. You forget yourself,
as you forget that I am the husband of the Princess of Helium.''

{}``I forget nothing, my Prince,'' she replied. {}``You have spoken
no word of love to me, nor do I expect that you ever shall; but nothing
can prevent me loving you. I would not take the place of Dejah Thoris.
My greatest ambition is to serve you, my Prince, for ever as your
slave. No greater boon could I ask, no greater honour could I crave,
no greater happiness could I hope.''

As I have before said, I am no ladies' man, and I must admit that
I seldom have felt so uncomfortable and embarrassed as I did that
moment. While I was quite familiar with the Martian custom which allows
female slaves to Martian men, whose high and chivalrous honour is
always ample protection for every woman in his household, yet I had
never myself chosen other than men as my body servants.

{}``And I ever return to Helium, Thuvia,'' I said, {}``you shall
go with me, but as an honoured equal, and not as a slave. There you
shall find plenty of handsome young nobles who would face Issus herself
to win a smile from you, and we shall have you married in short order
to one of the best of them. Forget your foolish gratitude-begotten
infatuation, which your innocence has mistaken for love. I like your
friendship better, Thuvia.''

{}``You are my master; it shall be as you say,'' she replied simply,
but there was a note of sadness in her voice.

{}``How came you here, Thuvia?''\ I asked. {}``And where is Tars
Tarkas?''\ 

{}``The great Thark, I fear, is dead,'' she replied sadly. {}``He
was a mighty fighter, but a multitude of green warriors of another
horde than his overwhelmed him. The last that I saw of him they were
bearing him, wounded and bleeding, to the deserted city from which
they had sallied to attack us.''

{}``You are not sure that he is dead, then?''\ I asked. {}``And
where is this city of which you speak?''\ 

{}``It is just beyond this range of hills. The vessel in which you
so nobly resigned a place that we might find escape defied our small
skill in navigation, with the result that we drifted aimlessly about
for two days. Then we decided to abandon the craft and attempt to
make our way on foot to the nearest waterway. Yesterday we crossed
these hills and came upon the dead city beyond. We had passed within
its streets and were walking toward the central portion, when at an
intersecting avenue we saw a body of green warriors approaching.

{}``Tars Tarkas was in advance, and they saw him, but me they did
not see. The Thark sprang back to my side and forced me into an adjacent
doorway, where he told me to remain in hiding until I could escape,
making my way to Helium if possible.

{}```There will be no escape for me now,' he said, `for these be
the Warhoon of the South. When they have seen my metal it will be
to the death.'

{}``Then he stepped out to meet them. Ah, my Prince, such fighting!
For an hour they swarmed about him, until the Warhoon dead formed
a hill where he had stood; but at last they overwhelmed him, those
behind pushing the foremost upon him until there remained no space
to swing his great sword. Then he stumbled and went down and they
rolled over him like a huge wave. When they carried him away toward
the heart of the city, he was dead, I think, for I did not see him
move.''

{}``Before we go farther we must be sure,'' I said. {}``I cannot
leave Tars Tarkas alive among the Warhoons. To-night I shall enter
the city and make sure.''

{}``And I shall go with you,'' spoke Carthoris.

{}``And I,'' said Xodar.

{}``Neither one of you shall go,'' I replied. {}``It is work that
requires stealth and strategy, not force. One man alone may succeed
where more would invite disaster. I shall go alone. If I need your
help, I will return for you.''

They did not like it, but both were good soldiers, and it had been
agreed that I should command. The sun already was low, so that I did
not have long to wait before the sudden darkness of Barsoom engulfed
us.

With a parting word of instructions to Carthoris and Xodar, in case
I should not return, I bade them all farewell and set forth at a rapid
dogtrot toward the city.

As I emerged from the hills the nearer moon was winging its wild flight
through the heavens, its bright beams turning to burnished silver
the barbaric splendour of the ancient metropolis. The city had been
built upon the gently rolling foothills that in the dim and distant
past had sloped down to meet the sea. It was due to this fact that
I had no difficulty in entering the streets unobserved.

The green hordes that use these deserted cities seldom occupy more
than a few squares about the central plaza, and as they come and go
always across the dead sea bottoms that the cities face, it is usually
a matter of comparative ease to enter from the hillside.

Once within the streets, I kept close in the dense shadows of the
walls. At intersections I halted a moment to make sure that none was
in sight before I sprang quickly to the shadows of the opposite side.
Thus I made the journey to the vicinity of the plaza without detection.
As I approached the purlieus of the inhabited portion of the city
I was made aware of the proximity of the warriors' quarters by the
squealing and grunting of the thoats and zitidars corralled within
the hollow courtyards formed by the buildings surrounding each square.

These old familiar sounds that are so distinctive of green Martian
life sent a thrill of pleasure surging through me. It was as one might
feel on coming home after a long absence. It was amid such sounds
that I had first courted the incomparable Dejah Thoris in the age-old
marble halls of the dead city of Korad.

As I stood in the shadows at the far corner of the first square which
housed members of the horde, I saw warriors emerging from several
of the buildings. They all went in the same direction, toward a great
building which stood in the centre of the plaza. My knowledge of green
Martian customs convinced me that this was either the quarters of
the principal chieftain or contained the audience chamber wherein
the Jeddak met his jeds and lesser chieftains. In either event, it
was evident that something was afoot which might have a bearing on
the recent capture of Tars Tarkas.

To reach this building, which I now felt it imperative that I do,
I must needs traverse the entire length of one square and cross a
broad avenue and a portion of the plaza. From the noises of the animals
which came from every courtyard about me, I knew that there were many
people in the surrounding buildings\mbox{---}probably several communities
of the great horde of the Warhoons of the South.

To pass undetected among all these people was in itself a difficult
task, but if I was to find and rescue the great Thark I must expect
even more formidable obstacles before success could be mine. I had
entered the city from the south and now stood on the corner of the
avenue through which I had passed and the first intersecting avenue
south of the plaza. The buildings upon the south side of this square
did not appear to be inhabited, as I could see no lights, and so I
decided to gain the inner courtyard through one of them.

Nothing occurred to interrupt my progress through the deserted pile
I chose, and I came into the inner court close to the rear walls of
the east buildings without detection. Within the court a great herd
of thoats and zitidars moved restlessly about, cropping the moss-like
ochre vegetation which overgrows practically the entire uncultivated
area of Mars. What breeze there was came from the north-west, so there
was little danger that the beasts would scent me. Had they, their
squealing and grunting would have grown to such a volume as to attract
the attention of the warriors within the buildings.

Close to the east wall, beneath the overhanging balconies of the second
floors, I crept in dense shadows the full length of the courtyard,
until I came to the buildings at the north end. These were lighted
for about three floors up, but above the third floor all was dark.

To pass through the lighted rooms was, of course, out of the question,
since they swarmed with green Martian men and women. My only path
lay through the upper floors, and to gain these it was necessary to
scale the face of the wall. The reaching of the balcony of the second
floor was a matter of easy accomplishment\mbox{---}an agile leap
gave my hands a grasp upon the stone hand-rail above. In another instant
I had drawn myself upon the balcony.

Here through the open windows I saw the green folk squatting upon
their sleeping silks and furs, grunting an occasional monosyllable,
which, in connection with their wondrous telepathic powers, is ample
for their conversational requirements. As I drew closer to listen
to their words a warrior entered the room from the hall beyond.

{}``Come, Tan Gama,'' he cried, {}``we are to take the Thark before
Kab Kadja. Bring another with you.''

The warrior addressed arose and, beckoning to a fellow squatting near,
the three turned and left the apartment.

If I could but follow them the chance might come to free Tars Tarkas
at once. At least I would learn the location of his prison.

At my right was a door leading from the balcony into the building.
It was at the end of an unlighted hall, and on the impulse of the
moment I stepped within. The hall was broad and led straight through
to the front of the building. On either side were the doorways of
the various apartments which lined it.

I had no more than entered the corridor than I saw the three warriors
at the other end\mbox{---}those whom I had just seen leaving the
apartment. Then a turn to the right took them from my sight again.
Quickly I hastened along the hallway in pursuit. My gait was reckless,
but I felt that Fate had been kind indeed to throw such an opportunity
within my grasp, and I could not afford to allow it to elude me now.

At the far end of the corridor I found a spiral stairway leading to
the floors above and below. The three had evidently left the floor
by this avenue. That they had gone down and not up I was sure from
my knowledge of these ancient buildings and the methods of the Warhoons.

I myself had once been a prisoner of the cruel hordes of northern
Warhoon, and the memory of the underground dungeon in which I lay
still is vivid in my memory. And so I felt certain that Tars Tarkas
lay in the dark pits beneath some nearby building, and that in that
direction I should find the trail of the three warriors leading to
his cell.

Nor was I wrong. At the bottom of the runway, or rather at the landing
on the floor below, I saw that the shaft descended into the pits beneath,
and as I glanced down the flickering light of a torch revealed the
presence of the three I was trailing.

Down they went toward the pits beneath the structure, and at a safe
distance behind I followed the flicker of their torch. The way led
through a maze of tortuous corridors, unlighted save for the wavering
light they carried. We had gone perhaps a hundred yards when the party
turned abruptly through a doorway at their right. I hastened on as
rapidly as I dared through the darkness until I reached the point
at which they had left the corridor. There, through an open door,
I saw them removing the chains that secured the great Thark, Tars
Tarkas, to the wall.

Hustling him roughly between them, they came immediately from the
chamber, so quickly in fact that I was near to being apprehended.
But I managed to run along the corridor in the direction I had been
going in my pursuit of them far enough to be without the radius of
their meagre light as they emerged from the cell.

I had naturally assumed that they would return with Tars Tarkas the
same way that they had come, which would have carried them away from
me; but, to my chagrin, they wheeled directly in my direction as they
left the room. There was nothing for me but to hasten on in advance
and keep out of the light of their torch. I dared not attempt to halt
in the darkness of any of the many intersecting corridors, for I knew
nothing of the direction they might take. Chance was as likely as
not to carry me into the very corridor they might choose to enter.

The sensation of moving rapidly through these dark passages was far
from reassuring. I knew not at what moment I might plunge headlong
into some terrible pit or meet with some of the ghoulish creatures
that inhabit these lower worlds beneath the dead cities of dying Mars.
There filtered to me a faint radiance from the torch of the men behind\mbox{---}just
enough to permit me to trace the direction of the winding passageways
directly before me, and so keep me from dashing myself against the
walls at the turns.

Presently I came to a place where five corridors diverged from a common
point. I had hastened along one of them for some little distance when
suddenly the faint light of the torch disappeared from behind me.
I paused to listen for sounds of the party behind me, but the silence
was as utter as the silence of the tomb.

Quickly I realized that the warriors had taken one of the other corridors
with their prisoner, and so I hastened back with a feeling of considerable
relief to take up a much safer and more desirable position behind
them. It was much slower work returning, however, than it had been
coming, for now the darkness was as utter as the silence.

It was necessary to feel every foot of the way back with my hand against
the side wall, that I might not pass the spot where the five roads
radiated. After what seemed an eternity to me, I reached the place
and recognized it by groping across the entrances to the several corridors
until I had counted five of them. In not one, however, showed the
faintest sign of light.

I listened intently, but the naked feet of the green men sent back
no guiding echoes, though presently I thought I detected the clank
of side arms in the far distance of the middle corridor. Up this,
then, I hastened, searching for the light, and stopping to listen
occasionally for a repetition of the sound; but soon I was forced
to admit that I must have been following a blind lead, as only darkness
and silence rewarded my efforts.

Again I retraced my steps toward the parting of the ways, when to
my surprise I came upon the entrance to three diverging corridors,
any one of which I might have traversed in my hasty dash after the
false clue I had been following. Here was a pretty fix, indeed! Once
back at the point where the five passageways met, I might wait with
some assurance for the return of the warriors with Tars Tarkas. My
knowledge of their customs lent colour to the belief that he was but
being escorted to the audience chamber to have sentence passed upon
him. I had not the slightest doubt but that they would preserve so
doughty a warrior as the great Thark for the rare sport he would furnish
at the Great Games.

But unless I could find my way back to that point the chances were
most excellent that I would wander for days through the awful blackness,
until, overcome by thirst and hunger, I lay down to die, or\mbox{---}What
was that!

A faint shuffling sounded behind me, and as I cast a hasty glance
over my shoulder my blood froze in my veins for the thing I saw there.
It was not so much fear of the present danger as it was the horrifying
memories it recalled of that time I near went mad over the corpse
of the man I had killed in the dungeons of the Warhoons, when blazing
eyes came out of the dark recesses and dragged the thing that had
been a man from my clutches and I heard it scraping over the stone
of my prison as they bore it away to their terrible feast.

And now in these black pits of the other Warhoons I looked into those
same fiery eyes, blazing at me through the terrible darkness, revealing
no sign of the beast behind them. I think that the most fearsome attribute
of these awesome creatures is their silence and the fact that one
never sees them\mbox{---}nothing but those baleful eyes glaring unblinkingly
out of the dark void behind.

Grasping my long-sword tightly in my hand, I backed slowly along the
corridor away from the thing that watched me, but ever as I retreated
the eyes advanced, nor was there any sound, not even the sound of
breathing, except the occasional shuffling sound as of the dragging
of a dead limb, that had first attracted my attention.

On and on I went, but I could not escape my sinister pursuer. Suddenly
I heard the shuffling noise at my right, and, looking, saw another
pair of eyes, evidently approaching from an intersecting corridor.
As I started to renew my slow retreat I heard the noise repeated behind
me, and then before I could turn I heard it again at my left.

The things were all about me. They had me surrounded at the intersection
of two corridors. Retreat was cut off in all directions, unless I
chose to charge one of the beasts. Even then I had no doubt but that
the others would hurl themselves upon my back. I could not even guess
the size or nature of the weird creatures. That they were of goodly
proportions I guessed from the fact that the eyes were on a level
with my own.

Why is it that darkness so magnifies our dangers? By day I would have
charged the great banth itself, had I thought it necessary, but hemmed
in by the darkness of these silent pits I hesitated before a pair
of eyes.

Soon I saw that the matter shortly would be taken entirely from my
hands, for the eyes at my right were moving slowly nearer me, as were
those at my left and those behind and before me. Gradually they were
closing in upon me\mbox{---}but still that awful stealthy silence!

For what seemed hours the eyes approached gradually closer and closer,
until I felt that I should go mad for the horror of it. I had been
constantly turning this way and that to prevent any sudden rush from
behind, until I was fairly worn out. At length I could endure it no
longer, and, taking a fresh grasp upon my long-sword, I turned suddenly
and charged down upon one of my tormentors.

As I was almost upon it the thing retreated before me, but a sound
from behind caused me to wheel in time to see three pairs of eyes
rushing at me from the rear. With a cry of rage I turned to meet the
cowardly beasts, but as I advanced they retreated as had their fellow.
Another glance over my shoulder discovered the first eyes sneaking
on me again. And again I charged, only to see the eyes retreat before
me and hear the muffled rush of the three at my back.

Thus we continued, the eyes always a little closer in the end than
they had been before, until I thought that I should go mad with the
terrible strain of the ordeal. That they were waiting to spring upon
my back seemed evident, and that it would not be long before they
succeeded was equally apparent, for I could not endure the wear of
this repeated charge and countercharge indefinitely. In fact, I could
feel myself weakening from the mental and physical strain I had been
undergoing.

At that moment I caught another glimpse from the corner of my eye
of the single pair of eyes at my back making a sudden rush upon me.
I turned to meet the charge; there was a quick rush of the three from
the other direction; but I determined to pursue the single pair until
I should have at least settled my account with one of the beasts and
thus be relieved of the strain of meeting attacks from both directions.

There was no sound in the corridor, only that of my own breathing,
yet I knew that those three uncanny creatures were almost upon me.
The eyes in front were not retreating so rapidly now; I was almost
within sword reach of them. I raised my sword arm to deal the blow
that should free me, and then I felt a heavy body upon my back. A
cold, moist, slimy something fastened itself upon my throat. I stumbled
and went down.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XV. FLIGHT AND PURSUIT}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XV. FLIGHT AND PURSUIT}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{FLIGHT AND PURSUIT}

I could not have been unconscious more than a few seconds, and yet
I know that I was unconscious, for the next thing I realized was that
a growing radiance was illuminating the corridor about me and the
eyes were gone.

I was unharmed except for a slight bruise upon my forehead where it
had struck the stone flagging as I fell.

I sprang to my feet to ascertain the cause of the light. It came from
a torch in the hand of one of a party of four green warriors, who
were coming rapidly down the corridor toward me. They had not yet
seen me, and so I lost no time in slipping into the first intersecting
corridor that I could find. This time, however, I did not advance
so far away from the main corridor as on the other occasion that had
resulted in my losing Tars Tarkas and his guards.

The party came rapidly toward the opening of the passageway in which
I crouched against the wall. As they passed by I breathed a sigh of
relief. I had not been discovered, and, best of all, the party was
the same that I had followed into the pits. It consisted of Tars Tarkas
and his three guards.

I fell in behind them and soon we were at the cell in which the great
Thark had been chained. Two of the warriors remained without while
the man with the keys entered with the Thark to fasten his irons upon
him once more. The two outside started to stroll slowly in the direction
of the spiral runway which led to the floors above, and in a moment
were lost to view beyond a turn in the corridor.

The torch had been stuck in a socket beside the door, so that its
rays illuminated both the corridor and the cell at the same time.
As I saw the two warriors disappear I approached the entrance to the
cell, with a well-defined plan already formulated.

While I disliked the thought of carrying out the thing that I had
decided upon, there seemed no alternative if Tars Tarkas and I were
to go back together to my little camp in the hills.

Keeping near the wall, I came quite close to the door to Tars Tarkas'
cell, and there I stood with my longsword above my head, grasped with
both hands, that I might bring it down in one quick cut upon the skull
of the jailer as he emerged.

I dislike to dwell upon what followed after I heard the footsteps
of the man as he approached the doorway. It is enough that within
another minute or two, Tars Tarkas, wearing the metal of a Warhoon
chief, was hurrying down the corridor toward the spiral runway, bearing
the Warhoon's torch to light his way. A dozen paces behind him followed
John Carter, Prince of Helium.

The two companions of the man who lay now beside the door of the cell
that had been Tars Tarkas' had just started to ascend the runway as
the Thark came in view.

{}``Why so long, Tan Gama?''\ cried one of the men.

{}``I had trouble with a lock,'' replied Tars Tarkas.

{}``And now I find that I have left my short-sword in the Thark's
cell. Go you on, I'll return and fetch it.''

{}``As you will, Tan Gama,'' replied he who had before spoken. {}``We
shall see you above directly.''

{}``Yes,'' replied Tars Tarkas, and turned as though to retrace
his steps to the cell, but he only waited until the two had disappeared
at the floor above. Then I joined him, we extinguished the torch,
and together we crept toward the spiral incline that led to the upper
floors of the building.

At the first floor we found that the hallway ran but halfway through,
necessitating the crossing of a rear room full of green folk, ere
we could reach the inner courtyard, so there was but one thing left
for us to do, and that was to gain the second floor and the hallway
through which I had traversed the length of the building.

Cautiously we ascended. We could hear the sounds of conversation coming
from the room above, but the hall still was unlighted, nor was any
one in sight as we gained the top of the runway. Together we threaded
the long hall and reached the balcony overlooking the courtyard, without
being detected.

At our right was the window letting into the room in which I had seen
Tan Gama and the other warriors as they started to Tars Tarkas' cell
earlier in the evening. His companions had returned here, and we now
overheard a portion of their conversation.

{}``What can be detaining Tan Gama?''\ asked one.

{}``He certainly could not be all this time fetching his shortsword
from the Thark's cell,'' spoke another.

{}``His short-sword?''\ asked a woman. {}``What mean you?''\ 

{}``Tan Gama left his short-sword in the Thark's cell,'' explained
the first speaker, {}``and left us at the runway, to return and get
it.''

{}``Tan Gama wore no short-sword this night,'' said the woman. {}``It
was broken in to-day's battle with the Thark, and Tan Gama gave it
to me to repair. See, I have it here,'' and as she spoke she drew
Tan Gama's short-sword from beneath her sleeping silks and furs.

The warriors sprang to their feet.

{}``There is something amiss here,'' cried one.

{}``'Tis even what I myself thought when Tan Gama left us at the
runway,'' said another. {}``Methought then that his voice sounded
strangely.''

{}``Come! let us hasten to the pits.''

We waited to hear no more. Slinging my harness into a long single
strap, I lowered Tars Tarkas to the courtyard beneath, and an instant
later dropped to his side.

We had spoken scarcely a dozen words since I had felled Tan Gama at
the cell door and seen in the torch's light the expression of utter
bewilderment upon the great Thark's face.

{}``By this time,'' he had said, {}``I should have learned to wonder
at nothing which John Carter accomplishes.'' That was all. He did
not need to tell me that he appreciated the friendship which had prompted
me to risk my life to rescue him, nor did he need to say that he was
glad to see me.

This fierce green warrior had been the first to greet me that day,
now twenty years gone, which had witnessed my first advent upon Mars.
He had met me with levelled spear and cruel hatred in his heart as
he charged down upon me, bending low at the side of his mighty thoat
as I stood beside the incubator of his horde upon the dead sea bottom
beyond Korad. And now among the inhabitants of two worlds I counted
none a better friend than Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of the Tharks.

As we reached the courtyard we stood in the shadows beneath the balcony
for a moment to discuss our plans.

{}``There be five now in the party, Tars Tarkas,'' I said; {}``Thuvia,
Xodar, Carthoris, and ourselves. We shall need five thoats to bear
us.''

{}``Carthoris!''\ he cried. {}``Your son?''\ 

{}``Yes. I found him in the prison of Shador, on the Sea of Omean,
in the land of the First Born.''

{}``I know not any of these places, John Carter. Be they upon Barsoom?''\ 

{}``Upon and below, my friend; but wait until we shall have made
good our escape, and you shall hear the strangest narrative that ever
a Barsoomian of the outer world gave ear to. Now we must steal our
thoats and be well away to the north before these fellows discover
how we have tricked them.''

In safety we reached the great gates at the far end of the courtyard,
through which it was necessary to take our thoats to the avenue beyond.
It is no easy matter to handle five of these great, fierce beasts,
which by nature are as wild and ferocious as their masters and held
in subjection by cruelty and brute force alone.

As we approached them they sniffed our unfamiliar scent and with squeals
of rage circled about us. Their long, massive necks upreared raised
their great, gaping mouths high above our heads. They are fearsome
appearing brutes at best, but when they are aroused they are fully
as dangerous as they look. The thoat stands a good ten feet at the
shoulder. His hide is sleek and hairless, and of a dark slate colour
on back and sides, shading down his eight legs to a vivid yellow at
the huge, padded, nailless feet; the belly is pure white. A broad,
flat tail, larger at the tip than at the root, completes the picture
of this ferocious green Martian mount\mbox{---}a fit war steed for
these warlike people.

As the thoats are guided by telepathic means alone, there is no need
for rein or bridle, and so our object now was to find two that would
obey our unspoken commands. As they charged about us we succeeded
in mastering them sufficiently to prevent any concerted attack upon
us, but the din of their squealing was certain to bring investigating
warriors into the courtyard were it to continue much longer.

At length I was successful in reaching the side of one great brute,
and ere he knew what I was about I was firmly seated astride his glossy
back. A moment later Tars Tarkas had caught and mounted another, and
then between us we herded three or four more toward the great gates.

Tars Tarkas rode ahead and, leaning down to the latch, threw the barriers
open, while I held the loose thoats from breaking back to the herd.
Then together we rode through into the avenue with our stolen mounts
and, without waiting to close the gates, hurried off toward the southern
boundary of the city.

Thus far our escape had been little short of marvellous, nor did our
good fortune desert us, for we passed the outer purlieus of the dead
city and came to our camp without hearing even the faintest sound
of pursuit.

Here a low whistle, the prearranged signal, apprised the balance of
our party that I was returning, and we were met by the three with
every manifestation of enthusiastic rejoicing.

But little time was wasted in narration of our adventure. Tars Tarkas
and Carthoris exchanged the dignified and formal greetings common
upon Barsoom, but I could tell intuitively that the Thark loved my
boy and that Carthoris reciprocated his affection.

Xodar and the green Jeddak were formally presented to each other.
Then Thuvia was lifted to the least fractious thoat, Xodar and Carthoris
mounted two others, and we set out at a rapid pace toward the east.
At the far extremity of the city we circled toward the north, and
under the glorious rays of the two moons we sped noiselessly across
the dead sea bottom, away from the Warhoons and the First Born, but
to what new dangers and adventures we knew not.

Toward noon of the following day we halted to rest our mounts and
ourselves. The beasts we hobbled, that they might move slowly about
cropping the ochre moss-like vegetation which constitutes both food
and drink for them on the march. Thuvia volunteered to remain on watch
while the balance of the party slept for an hour.

It seemed to me that I had but closed my eyes when I felt her hand
upon my shoulder and heard her soft voice warning me of a new danger.

{}``Arise, O Prince,'' she whispered. {}``There be that behind
us which has the appearance of a great body of pursuers.''

The girl stood pointing in the direction from whence we had come,
and as I arose and looked, I, too, thought that I could detect a thin
dark line on the far horizon. I awoke the others. Tars Tarkas, whose
giant stature towered high above the rest of us, could see the farthest.

{}``It is a great body of mounted men,'' he said, {}``and they
are travelling at high speed.''

There was no time to be lost. We sprang to our hobbled thoats, freed
them, and mounted. Then we turned our faces once more toward the north
and took our flight again at the highest speed of our slowest beast.

For the balance of the day and all the following night we raced across
that ochre wilderness with the pursuers at our back ever gaining upon
us. Slowly but surely they were lessening the distance between us.
Just before dark they had been close enough for us to plainly distinguish
that they were green Martians, and all during the long night we distinctly
heard the clanking of their accoutrements behind us.

As the sun rose on the second day of our flight it disclosed the pursuing
horde not a half-mile in our rear. As they saw us a fiendish shout
of triumph rose from their ranks.

Several miles in advance lay a range of hills\mbox{---}the farther
shore of the dead sea we had been crossing. Could we but reach these
hills our chances of escape would be greatly enhanced, but Thuvia's
mount, although carrying the lightest burden, already was showing
signs of exhaustion. I was riding beside her when suddenly her animal
staggered and lurched against mine. I saw that he was going down,
but ere he fell I snatched the girl from his back and swung her to
a place upon my own thoat, behind me, where she clung with her arms
about me.

This double burden soon proved too much for my already overtaxed beast,
and thus our speed was terribly diminished, for the others would proceed
no faster than the slowest of us could go. In that little party there
was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries,
different colours, different races, different religions\mbox{---}and
one of us was of a different world.

We were quite close to the hills, but the Warhoons were gaining so
rapidly that we had given up all hope of reaching them in time. Thuvia
and I were in the rear, for our beast was lagging more and more. Suddenly
I felt the girl's warm lips press a kiss upon my shoulder. {}``For
thy sake, O my Prince,'' she murmured. Then her arms slipped from
about my waist and she was gone.

I turned and saw that she had deliberately slipped to the ground in
the very path of the cruel demons who pursued us, thinking that by
lightening the burden of my mount it might thus be enabled to bear
me to the safety of the hills. Poor child! She should have known John
Carter better than that.

Turning my thoat, I urged him after her, hoping to reach her side
and bear her on again in our hopeless flight. Carthoris must have
glanced behind him at about the same time and taken in the situation,
for by the time I had reached Thuvia's side he was there also, and,
springing from his mount, he threw her upon its back and, turning
the animal's head toward the hills, gave the beast a sharp crack across
the rump with the flat of his sword. Then he attempted to do the same
with mine.

The brave boy's act of chivalrous self-sacrifice filled me with pride,
nor did I care that it had wrested from us our last frail chance for
escape. The Warhoons were now close upon us. Tars Tarkas and Xodar
had discovered our absence and were charging rapidly to our support.
Everything pointed toward a splendid ending of my second journey to
Barsoom. I hated to go out without having seen my divine Princess,
and held her in my arms once again; but if it were not writ upon the
book of Fate that such was to be, then would I take the most that
was coming to me, and in these last few moments that were to be vouchsafed
me before I passed over into that unguessed future I could at least
give such an account of myself in my chosen vocation as would leave
the Warhoons of the South food for discourse for the next twenty generations.

As Carthoris was not mounted, I slipped from the back of my own mount
and took my place at his side to meet the charge of the howling devils
bearing down upon us. A moment later Tars Tarkas and Xodar ranged
themselves on either hand, turning their thoats loose that we might
all be on an equal footing.

The Warhoons were perhaps a hundred yards from us when a loud explosion
sounded from above and behind us, and almost at the same instant a
shell burst in their advancing ranks. At once all was confusion. A
hundred warriors toppled to the ground. Riderless thoats plunged hither
and thither among the dead and dying. Dismounted warriors were trampled
underfoot in the stampede which followed. All semblance of order had
left the ranks of the green men, and as they looked far above our
heads to trace the origin of this unexpected attack, disorder turned
to retreat and retreat to a wild panic. In another moment they were
racing as madly away from us as they had before been charging down
upon us.

We turned to look in the direction from whence the first report had
come, and there we saw, just clearing the tops of the nearer hills,
a great battleship swinging majestically through the air. Her bow
gun spoke again even as we looked, and another shell burst among the
fleeing Warhoons.

As she drew nearer I could not repress a wild cry of elation, for
upon her bows I saw the device of Helium.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XVI. UNDER ARREST}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XVI. UNDER ARREST}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{UNDER ARREST}

As Carthoris, Xodar, Tars Tarkas, and I stood gazing at the magnificent
vessel which meant so much to all of us, we saw a second and then
a third top the summit of the hills and glide gracefully after their
sister.

Now a score of one-man air scouts were launching from the upper decks
of the nearer vessel, and in a moment more were speeding in long,
swift dives to the ground about us.

In another instant we were surrounded by armed sailors, and an officer
had stepped forward to address us, when his eyes fell upon Carthoris.
With an exclamation of surprised pleasure he sprang forward, and,
placing his hands upon the boy's shoulder, called him by name.

{}``Carthoris, my Prince,'' he cried, {}``Kaor! Kaor! Hor Vastus
greets the son of Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, and of her husband,
John Carter. Where have you been, O my Prince? All Helium has been
plunged in sorrow. Terrible have been the calamities that have befallen
your great-grandsire's mighty nation since the fatal day that saw
you leave our midst.''

{}``Grieve not, my good Hor Vastus,'' cried Carthoris, {}``since
I bring not back myself alone to cheer my mother's heart and the hearts
of my beloved people, but also one whom all Barsoom loved best\mbox{---}her
greatest warrior and her saviour\mbox{---}John Carter, Prince of
Helium!''\ 

Hor Vastus turned in the direction indicated by Carthoris, and as
his eyes fell upon me he was like to have collapsed from sheer surprise.

{}``John Carter!''\ he exclaimed, and then a sudden troubled look
came into his eyes. {}``My Prince,'' he started, {}``where hast
thou\mbox{---}'' and then he stopped, but I knew the question that
his lips dared not frame. The loyal fellow would not be the one to
force from mine a confession of the terrible truth that I had returned
from the bosom of the Iss, the River of Mystery, back from the shore
of the Lost Sea of Korus, and the Valley Dor.

{}``Ah, my Prince,'' he continued, as though no thought had interrupted
his greeting, {}``that you are back is sufficient, and let Hor Vastus'
sword have the high honour of being first at thy feet.'' With these
words the noble fellow unbuckled his scabbard and flung his sword
upon the ground before me.

Could you know the customs and the character of red Martians you would
appreciate the depth of meaning that that simple act conveyed to me
and to all about us who witnessed it. The thing was equivalent to
saying, {}``My sword, my body, my life, my soul are yours to do with
as you wish. Until death and after death I look to you alone for authority
for my every act. Be you right or wrong, your word shall be my only
truth. Whoso raises his hand against you must answer to my sword.''

It is the oath of fealty that men occasionally pay to a Jeddak whose
high character and chivalrous acts have inspired the enthusiastic
love of his followers. Never had I known this high tribute paid to
a lesser mortal. There was but one response possible. I stooped and
lifted the sword from the ground, raised the hilt to my lips, and
then, stepping to Hor Vastus, I buckled the weapon upon him with my
own hands.

{}``Hor Vastus,'' I said, placing my hand upon his shoulder, {}``you
know best the promptings of your own heart. That I shall need your
sword I have little doubt, but accept from John Carter upon his sacred
honour the assurance that he will never call upon you to draw this
sword other than in the cause of truth, justice, and righteousness.''

{}``That I knew, my Prince,'' he replied, {}``ere ever I threw
my beloved blade at thy feet.''

As we spoke other fliers came and went between the ground and the
battleship, and presently a larger boat was launched from above, one
capable of carrying a dozen persons, perhaps, and dropped lightly
near us. As she touched, an officer sprang from her deck to the ground,
and, advancing to Hor Vastus, saluted.

{}``Kantos Kan desires that this party whom we have rescued be brought
immediately to the deck of the \emph{Xavarian},'' he said.

As we approached the little craft I looked about for the members of
my party and for the first time noticed that Thuvia was not among
them. Questioning elicited the fact that none had seen her since Carthoris
had sent her thoat galloping madly toward the hills, in the hope of
carrying her out of harm's way.

Immediately Hor Vastus dispatched a dozen air scouts in as many directions
to search for her. It could not be possible that she had gone far
since we had last seen her. We others stepped to the deck of the craft
that had been sent to fetch us, and a moment later were upon the \emph{Xavarian}.

The first man to greet me was Kantos Kan himself. My old friend had
won to the highest place in the navy of Helium, but he was still to
me the same brave comrade who had shared with me the privations of
a Warhoon dungeon, the terrible atrocities of the Great Games, and
later the dangers of our search for Dejah Thoris within the hostile
city of Zodanga.

Then I had been an unknown wanderer upon a strange planet, and he
a simple padwar in the navy of Helium. To-day he commanded all Helium's
great terrors of the skies, and I was a Prince of the House of Tardos
Mors, Jeddak of Helium.

He did not ask me where I had been. Like Hor Vastus, he too dreaded
the truth and would not be the one to wrest a statement from me. That
it must come some time he well knew, but until it came he seemed satisfied
to but know that I was with him once more. He greeted Carthoris and
Tars Tarkas with the keenest delight, but he asked neither where he
had been. He could scarcely keep his hands off the boy.

{}``You do not know, John Carter,'' he said to me, {}``how we of
Helium love this son of yours. It is as though all the great love
we bore his noble father and his poor mother had been centred in him.
When it became known that he was lost, ten million people wept.''

{}``What mean you, Kantos Kan,'' I whispered, {}``by `his poor
mother'?''\ for the words had seemed to carry a sinister meaning
which I could not fathom.

He drew me to one side.

{}``For a year,'' he said, {}``Ever since Carthoris disappeared,
Dejah Thoris has grieved and mourned for her lost boy. The blow of
years ago, when you did not return from the atmosphere plant, was
lessened to some extent by the duties of motherhood, for your son
broke his white shell that very night.''

{}``That she suffered terribly then, all Helium knew, for did not
all Helium suffer with her the loss of her lord! But with the boy
gone there was nothing left, and after expedition upon expedition
returned with the same hopeless tale of no clue as to his whereabouts,
our beloved Princess drooped lower and lower, until all who saw her
felt that it could be but a matter of days ere she went to join her
loved ones within the precincts of the Valley Dor.

{}``As a last resort, Mors Kajak, her father, and Tardos Mors, her
grandfather, took command of two mighty expeditions, and a month ago
sailed away to explore every inch of ground in the northern hemisphere
of Barsoom. For two weeks no word has come back from them, but rumours
were rife that they had met with a terrible disaster and that all
were dead.

{}``About this time Zat Arras renewed his importunities for her hand
in marriage. He has been for ever after her since you disappeared.
She hated him and feared him, but with both her father and grandfather
gone, Zat Arras was very powerful, for he is still Jed of Zodanga,
to which position, you will remember, Tardos Mors appointed him after
you had refused the honour.

{}``He had a secret audience with her six days ago. What took place
none knows, but the next day Dejah Thoris had disappeared, and with
her had gone a dozen of her household guard and body servants, including
Sola the green woman\mbox{---}Tars Tarkas' daughter, you recall.
No word left they of their intentions, but it is always thus with
those who go upon the voluntary pilgrimage from which none returns.
We cannot think aught than that Dejah Thoris has sought the icy bosom
of Iss, and that her devoted servants have chosen to accompany her.

{}``Zat Arras was at Helium when she disappeared. He commands this
fleet which has been searching for her since. No trace of her have
we found, and I fear that it be a futile quest.''

While we talked, Hor Vastus' fliers were returning to the \emph{Xavarian}.
Not one, however, had discovered a trace of Thuvia. I was much depressed
over the news of Dejah Thoris' disappearance, and now there was added
the further burden of apprehension concerning the fate of this girl
whom I believed to be the daughter of some proud Barsoomian house,
and it had been my intention to make every effort to return her to
her people.

I was about to ask Kantos Kan to prosecute a further search for her
when a flier from the flagship of the fleet arrived at the \emph{Xavarian}
with an officer bearing a message to Kantos Kan from Arras.

My friend read the dispatch and then turned to me.

{}``Zat Arras commands me to bring our `prisoners' before him. There
is naught else to do. He is supreme in Helium, yet it would be far
more in keeping with chivalry and good taste were he to come hither
and greet the saviour of Barsoom with the honours that are his due.''

{}``You know full well, my friend,'' I said, smiling, {}``that
Zat Arras has good cause to hate me. Nothing would please him better
than to humiliate me and then to kill me. Now that he has so excellent
an excuse, let us go and see if he has the courage to take advantage
of it.''

Summoning Carthoris, Tars Tarkas, and Xodar, we entered the small
flier with Kantos Kan and Zat Arras' officer, and in a moment were
stepping to the deck of Zat Arras' flagship.

As we approached the Jed of Zodanga no sign of greeting or recognition
crossed his face; not even to Carthoris did he vouchsafe a friendly
word. His attitude was cold, haughty, and uncompromising.

{}``Kaor, Zat Arras,'' I said in greeting, but he did not respond.

{}``Why were these prisoners not disarmed?''\ he asked to Kantos
Kan.

{}``They are not prisoners, Zat Arras,'' replied the officer.

{}``Two of them are of Helium's noblest family. Tars Tarkas, Jeddak
of Thark, is Tardos Mors' best beloved ally. The other is a friend
and companion of the Prince of Helium\mbox{---}that is enough for
me to know.''

{}``It is not enough for me, however,'' retorted Zat Arras. {}``More
must I hear from those who have taken the pilgrimage than their names.
Where have you been, John Carter?''\ 

{}``I have just come from the Valley Dor and the Land of the First
Born, Zat Arras,'' I replied.

{}``Ah!''\ he exclaimed in evident pleasure, {}``you do not deny
it, then? You have returned from the bosom of Iss?''\ 

{}``I have come back from a land of false hope, from a valley of
torture and death; with my companions I have escaped from the hideous
clutches of lying fiends. I have come back to the Barsoom that I saved
from a painless death to again save her, but this time from death
in its most frightful form.''

{}``Cease, blasphemer!''\ cried Zat Arras. {}``Hope not to save
thy cowardly carcass by inventing horrid lies to\mbox{---}'' But
he got no further. One does not call John Carter {}``coward'' and
{}``liar'' thus lightly, and Zat Arras should have known it. Before
a hand could be raised to stop me, I was at his side and one hand
grasped his throat.

{}``Come I from heaven or hell, Zat Arras, you will find me still
the same John Carter that I have always been; nor did ever man call
me such names and live\mbox{---}without apologizing.'' And with
that I commenced to bend him back across my knee and tighten my grip
upon his throat.

{}``Seize him!''\ cried Zat Arras, and a dozen officers sprang
forward to assist him.

Kantos Kan came close and whispered to me.

{}``Desist, I beg of you. It will but involve us all, for I cannot
see these men lay hands upon you without aiding you. My officers and
men will join me and we shall have a mutiny then that may lead to
the revolution. For the sake of Tardos Mors and Helium, desist.''

At his words I released Zat Arras and, turning my back upon him, walked
toward the ship's rail.

{}``Come, Kantos Kan,'' I said, {}``the Prince of Helium would
return to the \emph{Xavarian}.''

None interfered. Zat Arras stood white and trembling amidst his officers.
Some there were who looked upon him with scorn and drew toward me,
while one, a man long in the service and confidence of Tardos Mors,
spoke to me in a low tone as I passed him.

{}``You may count my metal among your fighting-men, John Carter,''
he said.

I thanked him and passed on. In silence we embarked, and shortly after
stepped once more upon the deck of the \emph{Xavarian}. Fifteen minutes
later we received orders from the flagship to proceed toward Helium.

Our journey thither was uneventful. Carthoris and I were wrapped in
the gloomiest of thoughts. Kantos Kan was sombre in contemplation
of the further calamity that might fall upon Helium should Zat Arras
attempt to follow the age-old precedent that allotted a terrible death
to fugitives from the Valley Dor. Tars Tarkas grieved for the loss
of his daughter. Xodar alone was care-free\mbox{---}a fugitive and
outlaw, he could be no worse off in Helium than elsewhere.

{}``Let us hope that we may at least go out with good red blood upon
our blades,'' he said. It was a simple wish and one most likely to
be gratified.

Among the officers of the \emph{Xavarian} I thought I could discern
division into factions ere we had reached Helium. There were those
who gathered about Carthoris and myself whenever the opportunity presented,
while about an equal number held aloof from us. They offered us only
the most courteous treatment, but were evidently bound by their superstitious
belief in the doctrine of Dor and Iss and Korus. I could not blame
them, for I knew how strong a hold a creed, however ridiculous it
may be, may gain upon an otherwise intelligent people.

By returning from Dor we had committed a sacrilege; by recounting
our adventures there, and stating the facts as they existed we had
outraged the religion of their fathers. We were blasphemers\mbox{---}lying
heretics. Even those who still clung to us from personal love and
loyalty I think did so in the face of the fact that at heart they
questioned our veracity\mbox{---}it is very hard to accept a new
religion for an old, no matter how alluring the promises of the new
may be; but to reject the old as a tissue of falsehoods without being
offered anything in its stead is indeed a most difficult thing to
ask of any people.

Kantos Kan would not talk of our experiences among the therns and
the First Born.

{}``It is enough,'' he said, {}``that I jeopardize my life here
and hereafter by countenancing you at all\mbox{---}do not ask me
to add still further to my sins by listening to what I have always
been taught was the rankest heresy.''

I knew that sooner or later the time must come when our friends and
enemies would be forced to declare themselves openly. When we reached
Helium there must be an accounting, and if Tardos Mors had not returned
I feared that the enmity of Zat Arras might weigh heavily against
us, for he represented the government of Helium. To take sides against
him were equivalent to treason. The majority of the troops would doubtless
follow the lead of their officers, and I knew that many of the highest
and most powerful men of both land and air forces would cleave to
John Carter in the face of god, man, or devil.

On the other hand, the majority of the populace unquestionably would
demand that we pay the penalty of our sacrilege. The outlook seemed
dark from whatever angle I viewed it, but my mind was so torn with
anguish at the thought of Dejah Thoris that I realize now that I gave
the terrible question of Helium's plight but scant attention at that
time.

There was always before me, day and night, a horrible nightmare of
the frightful scenes through which I knew my Princess might even then
be passing\mbox{---}the horrid plant men\mbox{---}the ferocious
white apes. At times I would cover my face with my hands in a vain
effort to shut out the fearful thing from my mind.

It was in the forenoon that we arrived above the mile-high scarlet
tower which marks greater Helium from her twin city. As we descended
in great circles toward the navy docks a mighty multitude could be
seen surging in the streets beneath. Helium had been notified by radio-aerogram
of our approach.

From the deck of the \emph{Xavarian} we four, Carthoris, Tars Tarkas,
Xodar, and I, were transferred to a lesser flier to be transported
to quarters within the Temple of Reward. It is here that Martian justice
is meted to benefactor and malefactor. Here the hero is decorated.
Here the felon is condemned. We were taken into the temple from the
landing stage upon the roof, so that we did not pass among the people
at all, as is customary. Always before I had seen prisoners of note,
or returned wanderers of eminence, paraded from the Gate of Jeddaks
to the Temple of Reward up the broad Avenue of Ancestors through dense
crowds of jeering or cheering citizens.

I knew that Zat Arras dared not trust the people near to us, for he
feared that their love for Carthoris and myself might break into a
demonstration which would wipe out their superstitious horror of the
crime we were to be charged with. What his plans were I could only
guess, but that they were sinister was evidenced by the fact that
only his most trusted servitors accompanied us upon the flier to the
Temple of Reward.

We were lodged in a room upon the south side of the temple, overlooking
the Avenue of Ancestors down which we could see the full length to
the Gate of Jeddaks, five miles away. The people in the temple plaza
and in the streets for a distance of a full mile were standing as
close packed as it was possible for them to get. They were very orderly\mbox{---}there
were neither scoffs nor plaudits, and when they saw us at the window
above them there were many who buried their faces in their arms and
wept.

Late in the afternoon a messenger arrived from Zat Arras to inform
us that we would be tried by an impartial body of nobles in the great
hall of the temple at the 1st zode%
\footnote{\textit{\emph{Wherever Captain Carter has used Martian measurements
of time, distance, weight, and the like I have translated them into
as nearly their equivalent in earthly values as is possible. His notes
contain many Martian tables, and a great volume of scientific data,
but since the International Astronomic Society is at present engaged
in classifying, investigating, and verifying this vast fund of remarkable
and valuable information, I have felt that it will add nothing to
the interest of Captain Carter's story or to the sum total of human
knowledge to maintain a strict adherence to the original manuscript
in these matters, while it might readily confuse the reader and detract
from the interest of the history. For those who may be interested,
however, I will explain that the Martian day is a trifle over 24 hours
37 minutes duration (Earth time). This the Martians divide into ten
equal parts, commencing the day at about 6 A.M. Earth time. The zodes
are divided into fifty shorter periods, each of which in turn is composed
of 200 brief periods of time, about equivalent to the earthly second.
The Barsoomian Table of Time as here given is but a part of the full
table appearing in Captain Carter's notes.}}

\begin{tabular}{ll}
200 tals &
1 xat \tabularnewline
50 xats &
1 zode \tabularnewline
10 zodes &
1 revolution of Mars upon its axis\tabularnewline
\end{tabular}%
} on the following day, or about 8:40 A.M. Earth time.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XVII. THE DEATH SENTENCE}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XVII. THE DEATH SENTENCE}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE DEATH SENTENCE}

A few moments before the appointed time on the following morning a
strong guard of Zat Arras' officers appeared at our quarters to conduct
us to the great hall of the temple.

In twos we entered the chamber and marched down the broad Aisle of
Hope, as it is called, to the platform in the centre of the hall.
Before and behind us marched armed guards, while three solid ranks
of Zodangan soldiery lined either side of the aisle from the entrance
to the rostrum.

As we reached the raised enclosure I saw our judges. As is the custom
upon Barsoom there were thirty-one, supposedly selected by lot from
men of the noble class, for nobles were on trial. But to my amazement
I saw no single friendly face among them. Practically all were Zodangans,
and it was I to whom Zodanga owed her defeat at the hands of the green
hordes and her subsequent vassalage to Helium. There could be little
justice here for John Carter, or his son, or for the great Thark who
had commanded the savage tribesmen who overran Zodanga's broad avenues,
looting, burning, and murdering.

About us the vast circular coliseum was packed to its full capacity.
All classes were represented\mbox{---}all ages, and both sexes. As
we entered the hall the hum of subdued conversation ceased until as
we halted upon the platform, or Throne of Righteousness, the silence
of death enveloped the ten thousand spectators.

The judges were seated in a great circle about the periphery of the
circular platform. We were assigned seats with our backs toward a
small platform in the exact centre of the larger one. This placed
us facing the judges and the audience. Upon the smaller platform each
would take his place while his case was being heard.

Zat Arras himself sat in the golden chair of the presiding magistrate.
As we were seated and our guards retired to the foot of the stairway
leading to the platform, he arose and called my name.

{}``John Carter,'' he cried, {}``take your place upon the Pedestal
of Truth to be judged impartially according to your acts and here
to know the reward you have earned thereby.'' Then turning to and
fro toward the audience he narrated the acts upon the value of which
my reward was to be determined.

{}``Know you, O judges and people of Helium,'' he said, {}``that
John Carter, one time Prince of Helium, has returned by his own statement
from the Valley Dor and even from the Temple of Issus itself. That,
in the presence of many men of Helium he has blasphemed against the
Sacred Iss, and against the Valley Dor, and the Lost Sea of Korus,
and the Holy Therns themselves, and even against Issus, Goddess of
Death, and of Life Eternal. And know you further by witness of thine
own eyes that see him here now upon the Pedestal of Truth that he
has indeed returned from these sacred precincts in the face of our
ancient customs, and in violation of the sanctity of our ancient religion.

{}``He who be once dead may not live again. He who attempts it must
be made dead for ever. Judges, your duty lies plain before you\mbox{---}here
can be no testimony in contravention of truth. What reward shall be
meted to John Carter in accordance with the acts he has committed?''\ 

{}``Death!''\ shouted one of the judges.

And then a man sprang to his feet in the audience, and raising his
hand on high, cried: {}``Justice! Justice! Justice!''\ It was Kantos
Kan, and as all eyes turned toward him he leaped past the Zodangan
soldiery and sprang upon the platform.

{}``What manner of justice be this?''\ he cried to Zat Arras. {}``The
defendant has not been heard, nor has he had an opportunity to call
others in his behalf. In the name of the people of Helium I demand
fair and impartial treatment for the Prince of Helium.''

A great cry arose from the audience then: {}``Justice! Justice! Justice!''\ 
and Zat Arras dared not deny them.

{}``Speak, then,'' he snarled, turning to me; {}``but blaspheme
not against the things that are sacred upon Barsoom.''

{}``Men of Helium,'' I cried, turning to the spectators, and speaking
over the heads of my judges, {}``how can John Carter expect justice
from the men of Zodanga? He cannot nor does he ask it. It is to the
men of Helium that he states his case; nor does he appeal for mercy
to any. It is not in his own cause that he speaks now\mbox{---}it
is in thine. In the cause of your wives and daughters, and of wives
and daughters yet unborn. It is to save them from the unthinkably
atrocious indignities that I have seen heaped upon the fair women
of Barsoom in the place men call the Temple of Issus. It is to save
them from the sucking embrace of the plant men, from the fangs of
the great white apes of Dor, from the cruel lust of the Holy Therns,
from all that the cold, dead Iss carries them to from homes of love
and life and happiness.

{}``Sits there no man here who does not know the history of John
Carter. How he came among you from another world and rose from a prisoner
among the green men, through torture and persecution, to a place high
among the highest of Barsoom. Nor ever did you know John Carter to
lie in his own behalf, or to say aught that might harm the people
of Barsoom, or to speak lightly of the strange religion which he respected
without understanding.

{}``There be no man here, or elsewhere upon Barsoom to-day who does
not owe his life directly to a single act of mine, in which I sacrificed
myself and the happiness of my Princess that you might live. And so,
men of Helium, I think that I have the right to demand that I be heard,
that I be believed, and that you let me serve you and save you from
the false hereafter of Dor and Issus as I saved you from the real
death that other day.

{}``It is to you of Helium that I speak now. When I am done let the
men of Zodanga have their will with me. Zat Arras has taken my sword
from me, so the men of Zodanga no longer fear me. Will you listen?''\ 

{}``Speak, John Carter, Prince of Helium,'' cried a great noble
from the audience, and the multitude echoed his permission, until
the building rocked with the noise of their demonstration.

Zat Arras knew better than to interfere with such a sentiment as was
expressed that day in the Temple of Reward, and so for two hours I
talked with the people of Helium.

But when I had finished, Zat Arras arose and, turning to the judges,
said in a low tone: {}``My nobles, you have heard John Carter's plea;
every opportunity has been given him to prove his innocence if he
be not guilty; but instead he has but utilized the time in further
blasphemy. What, gentlemen, is your verdict?''\ 

{}``Death to the blasphemer!''\ cried one, springing to his feet,
and in an instant the entire thirty-one judges were on their feet
with upraised swords in token of the unanimity of their verdict.

If the people did not hear Zat Arras' charge, they certainly did hear
the verdict of the tribunal. A sullen murmur rose louder and louder
about the packed coliseum, and then Kantos Kan, who had not left the
platform since first he had taken his place near me, raised his hand
for silence. When he could be heard he spoke to the people in a cool
and level voice.

{}``You have heard the fate that the men of Zodanga would mete to
Helium's noblest hero. It may be the duty of the men of Helium to
accept the verdict as final. Let each man act according to his own
heart. Here is the answer of Kantos Kan, head of the navy of Helium,
to Zat Arras and his judges,'' and with that he unbuckled his scabbard
and threw his sword at my feet.

In an instant soldiers and citizens, officers and nobles were crowding
past the soldiers of Zodanga and forcing their way to the Throne of
Righteousness. A hundred men surged upon the platform, and a hundred
blades rattled and clanked to the floor at my feet. Zat Arras and
his officers were furious, but they were helpless. One by one I raised
the swords to my lips and buckled them again upon their owners.

{}``Come,'' sand Kantos Kan, {}``we will escort John Carter and
his party to his own palace,'' and they formed about us and started
toward the stairs leading to the Aisle of Hope.

{}``Stop!''\ cried Zat Arras. {}``Soldiers of Helium, let no prisoner
leave the Throne of Righteousness.''

The soldiery from Zodanga were the only organized body of Heliumetic
troops within the temple, so Zat Arras was confident that his orders
would be obeyed, but I do not think that he looked for the opposition
that was raised the moment the soldiers advanced toward the throne.

From every quarter of the coliseum swords flashed and men rushed threateningly
upon the Zodangans. Some one raised a cry: {}``Tardos Mors is dead\mbox{---}a
thousand years to John Carter, Jeddak of Helium.'' As I heard that
and saw the ugly attitude of the men of Helium toward the soldiers
of Zat Arras, I knew that only a miracle could avert a clash that
would end in civil war.

{}``Hold!''\ I cried, leaping to the Pedestal of Truth once more.
{}``Let no man move till I am done. A single sword thrust here to-day
may plunge Helium into a bitter and bloody war the results of which
none can foresee. It will turn brother against brother and father
against son. No man's life is worth that sacrifice. Rather would I
submit to the biased judgment of Zat Arras than be the cause of civil
strife in Helium.

{}``Let us each give in a point to the other, and let this entire
matter rest until Tardos Mors returns, or Mors Kajak, his son. If
neither be back at the end of a year a second trial may be held\mbox{---}the
thing has a precedent.'' And then turning to Zat Arras, I said in
a low voice: {}``Unless you be a bigger fool than I take you to be,
you will grasp the chance I am offering you ere it is too late. Once
that multitude of swords below is drawn against your soldiery no man
upon Barsoom\mbox{---}not even Tardos Mors himself\mbox{---}can
avert the consequences. What say you? Speak quickly.''

The Jed of Zodangan Helium raised his voice to the angry sea beneath
us.

{}``Stay your hands, men of Helium,'' he shouted, his voice trembling
with rage. {}``The sentence of the court is passed, but the day of
retribution has not been set. I, Zat Arras, Jed of Zodanga, appreciating
the royal connections of the prisoner and his past services to Helium
and Barsoom, grant a respite of one year, or until the return of Mors
Kajak, or Tardos Mors to Helium. Disperse quietly to your houses.
Go.''

No one moved. Instead, they stood in tense silence with their eyes
fastened upon me, as though waiting for a signal to attack.

{}``Clear the temple,'' commanded Zat Arras, in a low tone to one
of his officers.

Fearing the result of an attempt to carry out this order by force,
I stepped to the edge of the platform and, pointing toward the main
entrance, bid them pass out. As one man they turned at my request
and filed, silent and threatening, past the soldiers of Zat Arras,
Jed of Zodanga, who stood scowling in impotent rage.

Kantos Kan with the others who had sworn allegiance to me still stood
upon the Throne of Righteousness with me.

{}``Come,'' said Kantos Kan to me, {}``we will escort you to your
palace, my Prince. Come, Carthoris and Xodar. Come, Tars Tarkas.''
And with a haughty sneer for Zat Arras upon his handsome lips, he
turned and strode to the throne steps and up the Aisle of Hope. We
four and the hundred loyal ones followed behind him, nor was a hand
raised to stay us, though glowering eyes followed our triumphal march
through the temple.

In the avenues we found a press of people, but they opened a pathway
for us, and many were the swords that were flung at my feet as I passed
through the city of Helium toward my palace upon the outskirts. Here
my old slaves fell upon their knees and kissed my hands as I greeted
them. They cared not where I had been. It was enough that I had returned
to them.

{}``Ah, master,'' cried one, {}``if our divine Princess were but
here this would be a day indeed.''

Tears came to my eyes, so that I was forced to turn away that I might
hide my emotions. Carthoris wept openly as the slaves pressed about
him with expressions of affection, and words of sorrow for our common
loss. It was now that Tars Tarkas for the first time learned that
his daughter, Sola, had accompanied Dejah Thoris upon the last long
pilgrimage. I had not had the heart to tell him what Kantos Kan had
told me. With the stoicism of the green Martian he showed no sign
of suffering, yet I knew that his grief was as poignant as my own.
In marked contrast to his kind, he had in well-developed form the
kindlier human characteristics of love, friendship, and charity.

It was a sad and sombre party that sat at the feast of welcome in
the great dining hall of the palace of the Prince of Helium that day.
We were over a hundred strong, not counting the members of my little
court, for Dejah Thoris and I had maintained a household consistent
with our royal rank.

The board, according to red Martian custom, was triangular, for there
were three in our family. Carthoris and I presided in the centre of
our sides of the table\mbox{---}midway of the third side Dejah Thoris'
high-backed, carven chair stood vacant except for her gorgeous wedding
trappings and jewels which were draped upon it. Behind stood a slave
as in the days when his mistress had occupied her place at the board,
ready to do her bidding. It was the way upon Barsoom, so I endured
the anguish of it, though it wrung my heart to see that silent chair
where should have been my laughing and vivacious Princess keeping
the great hall ringing with her merry gaiety.

At my right sat Kantos Kan, while to the right of Dejah Thoris' empty
place Tars Tarkas sat in a huge chair before a raised section of the
board which years ago I had had constructed to meet the requirements
of his mighty bulk. The place of honour at a Martian hoard is always
at the hostess's right, and this place was ever reserved by Dejah
Thoris for the great Thark upon the occasions that he was in Helium.

Hor Vastus sat in the seat of honour upon Carthoris' side of the table.
There was little general conversation. It was a quiet and saddened
party. The loss of Dejah Thoris was still fresh in the minds of all,
and to this was added fear for the safety of Tardos Mors and Mors
Kajak, as well as doubt and uncertainty as to the fate of Helium,
should it prove true that she was permanently deprived of her great
Jeddak.

Suddenly our attention was attracted by the sound of distant shouting,
as of many people raising their voices at once, but whether in anger
or rejoicing, we could not tell. Nearer and nearer came the tumult.
A slave rushed into the dining hall to cry that a great concourse
of people was swarming through the palace gates. A second burst upon
the heels of the first alternately laughing and shrieking as a madman.

{}``Dejah Thoris is found!''\ he cried. {}``A messenger from Dejah
Thoris!''\ 

I waited to hear no more. The great windows of the dining hall overlooked
the avenue leading to the main gates\mbox{---}they were upon the
opposite side of the hall from me with the table intervening. I did
not waste time in circling the great board\mbox{---}with a single
leap I cleared table and diners and sprang upon the balcony beyond.
Thirty feet below lay the scarlet sward of the lawn and beyond were
many people crowding about a great thoat which bore a rider headed
toward the palace. I vaulted to the ground below and ran swiftly toward
the advancing party.

As I came near to them I saw that the figure on the thoat was Sola.

{}``Where is the Princess of Helium?''\ I cried.

The green girl slid from her mighty mount and ran toward me.

{}``O my Prince! My Prince!''\ she cried. {}``She is gone for
ever. Even now she may be a captive upon the lesser moon. The black
pirates of Barsoom have stolen her.''


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XVIII. SOLA'S STORY}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XVIII. SOLA'S STORY}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{SOLA'S STORY}

Once within the palace, I drew Sola to the dining hall, and, when
she had greeted her father after the formal manner of the green men,
she told the story of the pilgrimage and capture of Dejah Thoris.

{}``Seven days ago, after her audience with Zat Arras, Dejah Thoris
attempted to slip from the palace in the dead of night. Although I
had not heard the outcome of her interview with Zat Arras I knew that
something had occurred then to cause her the keenest mental agony,
and when I discovered her creeping from the palace I did not need
to be told her destination.

{}``Hastily arousing a dozen of her most faithful guards, I explained
my fears to them, and as one they enlisted with me to follow our beloved
Princess in her wanderings, even to the Sacred Iss and the Valley
Dor. We came upon her but a short distance from the palace. With her
was faithful Woola the hound, but none other. When we overtook her
she feigned anger, and ordered us back to the palace, but for once
we disobeyed her, and when she found that we would not let her go
upon the last long pilgrimage alone, she wept and embraced us, and
together we went out into the night toward the south.

{}``The following day we came upon a herd of small thoats, and thereafter
we were mounted and made good time. We travelled very fast and very
far due south until the morning of the fifth day we sighted a great
fleet of battleships sailing north. They saw us before we could seek
shelter, and soon we were surrounded by a horde of black men. The
Princess's guard fought nobly to the end, but they were soon overcome
and slain. Only Dejah Thoris and I were spared. When she realized
that she was in the clutches of the black pirates, she attempted to
take her own life, but one of the blacks tore her dagger from her,
and then they bound us both so that we could not use our hands.

{}``The fleet continued north after capturing us. There were about
twenty large battleships in all, besides a number of small swift cruisers.
That evening one of the smaller cruisers that had been far in advance
of the fleet returned with a prisoner\mbox{---}a young red woman
whom they had picked up in a range of hills under the very noses,
they said, of a fleet of three red Martian battleships.

{}``From scraps of conversation which we overheard it was evident
that the black pirates were searching for a party of fugitives that
had escaped them several days prior. That they considered the capture
of the young woman important was evident from the long and earnest
interview the commander of the fleet held with her when she was brought
to him. Later she was bound and placed in the compartment with Dejah
Thoris and myself.

{}``The new captive was a very beautiful girl. She told Dejah Thoris
that many years ago she had taken the voluntary pilgrimage from the
court of her father, the Jeddak of Ptarth. She was Thuvia, the Princess
of Ptarth. And then she asked Dejah Thoris who she might be, and when
she heard she fell upon her knees and kissed Dejah Thoris' fettered
hands, and told her that that very morning she had been with John
Carter, Prince of Helium, and Carthoris, her son.

{}``Dejah Thoris could not believe her at first, but finally when
the girl had narrated all the strange adventures that had befallen
her since she had met John Carter, and told her of the things John
Carter, and Carthoris, and Xodar had narrated of their adventures
in the Land of the First Born, Dejah Thoris knew that it could be
none other than the Prince of Helium; `For who,' she said, `upon all
Barsoom other than John Carter could have done the deeds you tell
of.' And when Thuvia told Dejah Thoris of her love for John Carter,
and his loyalty and devotion to the Princess of his choice, Dejah
Thoris broke down and wept\mbox{---}cursing Zat Arras and the cruel
fate that had driven her from Helium but a few brief days before the
return of her beloved lord.

{}```I do not blame you for loving him, Thuvia,' she said; `and that
your affection for him is pure and sincere I can well believe from
the candour of your avowal of it to me.'

{}``The fleet continued north nearly to Helium, but last night they
evidently realized that John Carter had indeed escaped them and so
they turned toward the south once more. Shortly thereafter a guard
entered our compartment and dragged me to the deck.

{}``'There is no place in the Land of the First Born for a green
one,' he said, and with that he gave me a terrific shove that carried
me toppling from the deck of the battleship. Evidently this seemed
to him the easiest way of ridding the vessel of my presence and killing
me at the same time.

{}``But a kind fate intervened, and by a miracle I escaped with but
slight bruises. The ship was moving slowly at the time, and as I lunged
overboard into the darkness beneath I shuddered at the awful plunge
I thought awaited me, for all day the fleet had sailed thousands of
feet above the ground; but to my utter surprise I struck upon a soft
mass of vegetation not twenty feet from the deck of the ship. In fact,
the keel of the vessel must have been grazing the surface of the ground
at the time.

{}``I lay all night where I had fallen and the next morning brought
an explanation of the fortunate coincidence that had saved me from
a terrible death. As the sun rose I saw a vast panorama of sea bottom
and distant hills lying far below me. I was upon the highest peak
of a lofty range. The fleet in the darkness of the preceding night
had barely grazed the crest of the hills, and in the brief span that
they hovered close to the surface the black guard had pitched me,
as he supposed, to my death.

{}``A few miles west of me was a great waterway. When I reached it
I found to my delight that it belonged to Helium. Here a thoat was
procured for me\mbox{---}the rest you know.''

For many minutes none spoke. Dejah Thoris in the clutches of the First
Born! I shuddered at the thought, but of a sudden the old fire of
unconquerable self-confidence surged through me. I sprang to my feet,
and with back-thrown shoulders and upraised sword took a solemn vow
to reach, rescue, and revenge my Princess.

A hundred swords leaped from a hundred scabbards, and a hundred fighting-men
sprang to the table-top and pledged me their lives and fortunes to
the expedition. Already my plans were formulated. I thanked each loyal
friend, and leaving Carthoris to entertain them, withdrew to my own
audience chamber with Kantos Kan, Tars Tarkas, Xodar, and Hor Vastus.

Here we discussed the details of our expedition until long after dark.
Xodar was positive that Issus would choose both Dejah Thoris and Thuvia
to serve her for a year.

{}``For that length of time at least they will be comparatively safe,''
he said, {}``and we will at least know where to look for them.''

In the matter of equipping a fleet to enter Omean the details were
left to Kantos Kan and Xodar. The former agreed to take such vessels
as we required into dock as rapidly as possible, where Xodar would
direct their equipment with water propellers.

For many years the black had been in charge of the refitting of captured
battleships that they might navigate Omean, and so was familiar with
the construction of the propellers, housings, and the auxiliary gearing
required.

It was estimated that it would require six months to complete our
preparations in view of the fact that the utmost secrecy must be maintained
to keep the project from the ears of Zat Arras. Kantos Kan was confident
now that the man's ambitions were fully aroused and that nothing short
of the title of Jeddak of Helium would satisfy him.

{}``I doubt,'' he said, {}``if he would even welcome Dejah Thoris'
return, for it would mean another nearer the throne than he. With
you and Carthoris out of the way there would be little to prevent
him from assuming the title of Jeddak, and you may rest assured that
so long as he is supreme here there is no safety for either of you.''

{}``There is a way,'' cried Hor Vastus, {}``to thwart him effectually
and for ever.''

{}``What?''\ I asked.

He smiled.

{}``I shall whisper it here, but some day I shall stand upon the
dome of the Temple of Reward and shout it to cheering multitudes below.''

{}``What do you mean?''\ asked Kantos Kan.

{}``John Carter, Jeddak of Helium,'' said Hor Vastus in a low voice.

The eyes of my companions lighted, and grim smiles of pleasure and
anticipation overspread their faces, as each eye turned toward me
questioningly. But I shook my head.

{}``No, my friends,'' I said, smiling, {}``I thank you, but it
cannot be. Not yet, at least. When we know that Tardos Mors and Mors
Kajak are gone to return no more; if I be here, then I shall join
you all to see that the people of Helium are permitted to choose fairly
their next Jeddak. Whom they choose may count upon the loyalty of
my sword, nor shall I seek the honour for myself. Until then Tardos
Mors is Jeddak of Helium, and Zat Arras is his representative.''

{}``As you will, John Carter,'' said Hor Vastus, {}``but\mbox{---}What
was that?''\ he whispered, pointing toward the window overlooking
the gardens.

The words were scarce out of his mouth ere he had sprung to the balcony
without.

{}``There he goes!''\ he cried excitedly. {}``The guards! Below
there! The guards!''\ 

We were close behind him, and all saw the figure of a man run quickly
across a little piece of sward and disappear in the shrubbery beyond.

{}``He was on the balcony when I first saw him,'' cried Hor Vastus.
{}``Quick! Let us follow him!''\ 

Together we ran to the gardens, but even though we scoured the grounds
with the entire guard for hours, no trace could we find of the night
marauder.

{}``What do you make of it, Kantos Kan?''\ asked Tars Tarkas.

{}``A spy sent by Zat Arras,'' he replied. {}``It was ever his
way.''

{}``He will have something interesting to report to his master then,''
laughed Hor Vastus.

{}``I hope he heard only our references to a new Jeddak,'' I said.
{}``If he overheard our plans to rescue Dejah Thoris, it will mean
civil war, for he will attempt to thwart us, and in that I will not
be thwarted. There would I turn against Tardos Mors himself, were
it necessary. If it throws all Helium into a bloody conflict, I shall
go on with these plans to save my Princess. Nothing shall stay me
now short of death, and should I die, my friends, will you take oath
to prosecute the search for her and bring her back in safety to her
grandfather's court?''\ 

Upon the hilt of his sword each of them swore to do as I had asked.

It was agreed that the battleships that were to be remodelled should
be ordered to Hastor, another Heliumetic city, far to the south-west.
Kantos Kan thought that the docks there, in addition to their regular
work, would accommodate at least six battleships at a time. As he
was commander-in-chief of the navy, it would be a simple matter for
him to order the vessels there as they could be handled, and thereafter
keep the remodelled fleet in remote parts of the empire until we should
be ready to assemble it for the dash upon Omean.

It was late that night before our conference broke up, but each man
there had his particular duties outlined, and the details of the entire
plan had been mapped out.

Kantos Kan and Xodar were to attend to the remodelling of the ships.
Tars Tarkas was to get into communication with Thark and learn the
sentiments of his people toward his return from Dor. If favourable,
he was to repair immediately to Thark and devote his time to the assembling
of a great horde of green warriors whom it was our plan to send in
transports directly to the Valley Dor and the Temple of Issus, while
the fleet entered Omean and destroyed the vessels of the First Born.

Upon Hor Vastus devolved the delicate mission of organising a secret
force of fighting-men sworn to follow John Carter wherever he might
lead. As we estimated that it would require over a million men to
man the thousand great battleships we intended to use on Omean and
the transports for the green men as well as the ships that were to
convoy the transports, it was no trifling job that Hor Vastus had
before him.

After they had left I bid Carthoris good-night, for I was very tired,
and going to my own apartments, bathed and lay down upon my sleeping
silks and furs for the first good night's sleep I had had an opportunity
to look forward to since I had returned to Barsoom. But even now I
was to be disappointed.

How long I slept I do not know. When I awoke suddenly it was to find
a half-dozen powerful men upon me, a gag already in my mouth, and
a moment later my arms and legs securely bound. So quickly had they
worked and to such good purpose, that I was utterly beyond the power
to resist them by the time I was fully awake.

Never a word spoke they, and the gag effectually prevented me speaking.
Silently they lifted me and bore me toward the door of my chamber.
As they passed the window through which the farther moon was casting
its brilliant beams, I saw that each of the party had his face swathed
in layers of silk\mbox{---}I could not recognize one of them.

When they had come into the corridor with me, they turned toward a
secret panel in the wall which led to the passage that terminated
in the pits beneath the palace. That any knew of this panel outside
my own household, I was doubtful. Yet the leader of the band did not
hesitate a moment. He stepped directly to the panel, touched the concealed
button, and as the door swung open he stood aside while his companions
entered with me. Then he closed the panel behind him and followed
us.

Down through the passageways to the pits we went. The leader rapped
upon it with the hilt of his sword\mbox{---}three quick, sharp blows,
a pause, then three more, another pause, and then two. A second later
the wall swung in, and I was pushed within a brilliantly lighted chamber
in which sat three richly trapped men.

One of them turned toward me with a sardonic smile upon his thin,
cruel lips\mbox{---}it was Zat Arras.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XIX. BLACK DESPAIR}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XIX. BLACK DESPAIR}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{BLACK DESPAIR}

{}``Ah,'' said Zat Arras, {}``to what kindly circumstance am I
indebted for the pleasure of this unexpected visit from the Prince
of Helium?''\ 

While he was speaking, one of my guards had removed the gag from my
mouth, but I made no reply to Zat Arras: simply standing there in
silence with level gaze fixed upon the Jed of Zodanga. And I doubt
not that my expression was coloured by the contempt I felt for the
man.

The eyes of those within the chamber were fixed first upon me and
then upon Zat Arras, until finally a flush of anger crept slowly over
his face.

{}``You may go,'' he said to those who had brought me, and when
only his two companions and ourselves were left in the chamber, he
spoke to me again in a voice of ice\mbox{---}very slowly and deliberately,
with many pauses, as though he would choose his words cautiously.

{}``John Carter,'' he said, {}``by the edict of custom, by the
law of our religion, and by the verdict of an impartial court, you
are condemned to die. The people cannot save you\mbox{---}I alone
may accomplish that. You are absolutely in my power to do with as
I wish\mbox{---}I may kill you, or I may free you, and should I elect
to kill you, none would be the wiser.

{}``Should you go free in Helium for a year, in accordance with the
conditions of your reprieve, there is little fear that the people
would ever insist upon the execution of the sentence imposed upon
you.

{}``You may go free within two minutes, upon one condition. Tardos
Mors will never return to Helium. Neither will Mors Kajak, nor Dejah
Thoris. Helium must select a new Jeddak within the year. Zat Arras
would be Jeddak of Helium. Say that you will espouse my cause. This
is the price of your freedom. I am done.''

I knew it was within the scope of Zat Arras' cruel heart to destroy
me, and if I were dead I could see little reason to doubt that he
might easily become Jeddak of Helium. Free, I could prosecute the
search for Dejah Thoris. Were I dead, my brave comrades might not
be able to carry out our plans. So, by refusing to accede to his request,
it was quite probable that not only would I not prevent him from becoming
Jeddak of Helium, but that I would be the means of sealing Dejah Thoris'
fate\mbox{---}of consigning her, through my refusal, to the horrors
of the arena of Issus.

For a moment I was perplexed, but for a moment only. The proud daughter
of a thousand Jeddaks would choose death to a dishonorable alliance
such as this, nor could John Carter do less for Helium than his Princess
would do.

Then I turned to Zat Arras.

{}``There can be no alliance,'' I said, {}``between a traitor to
Helium and a prince of the House of Tardos Mors. I do not believe,
Zat Arras, that the great Jeddak is dead.''

Zat Arras shrugged his shoulders.

{}``It will not be long, John Carter,'' he said, {}``that your
opinions will be of interest even to yourself, so make the best of
them while you can. Zat Arras will permit you in due time to reflect
further upon the magnanimous offer he has made you. Into the silence
and darkness of the pits you will enter upon your reflection this
night with the knowledge that should you fail within a reasonable
time to agree to the alternative which has been offered you, never
shall you emerge from the darkness and the silence again. Nor shall
you know at what minute the hand will reach out through the darkness
and the silence with the keen dagger that shall rob you of your last
chance to win again the warmth and the freedom and joyousness of the
outer world.''

Zat Arras clapped his hands as he ceased speaking.

The guards returned.

Zat Arras waved his hand in my direction.

{}``To the pits,'' he said. That was all. Four men accompanied me
from the chamber, and with a radium hand-light to illumine the way,
escorted me through seemingly interminable tunnels, down, ever down
beneath the city of Helium.

At length they halted within a fair-sized chamber. There were rings
set in the rocky walls. To them chains were fastened, and at the ends
of many of the chains were human skeletons. One of these they kicked
aside, and, unlocking the huge padlock that had held a chain about
what had once been a human ankle, they snapped the iron band about
my own leg. Then they left me, taking the light with them.

Utter darkness prevailed. For a few minutes I could hear the clanking
of accoutrements, but even this grew fainter and fainter, until at
last the silence was as complete as the darkness. I was alone with
my gruesome companions\mbox{---}with the bones of dead men whose
fate was likely but the index of my own.

How long I stood listening in the darkness I do not know, but the
silence was unbroken, and at last I sunk to the hard floor of my prison,
where, leaning my head against the stony wall, I slept.

It must have been several hours later that I awakened to find a young
man standing before me. In one hand he bore a light, in the other
a receptacle containing a gruel-like mixture\mbox{---}the common
prison fare of Barsoom.

{}``Zat Arras sends you greetings,'' said the young man, {}``and
commands me to inform you that though he is fully advised of the plot
to make you Jeddak of Helium, he is, however, not inclined to withdraw
the offer which he has made you. To gain your freedom you have but
to request me to advise Zat Arras that you accept the terms of his
proposition.''

I but shook my head. The youth said no more, and, after placing the
food upon the floor at my side, returned up the corridor, taking the
light with him.

Twice a day for many days this youth came to my cell with food, and
ever the same greetings from Zat Arras. For a long time I tried to
engage him in conversation upon other matters, but he would not talk,
and so, at length, I desisted.

For months I sought to devise methods to inform Carthoris of my whereabouts.
For months I scraped and scraped upon a single link of the massive
chain which held me, hoping eventually to wear it through, that I
might follow the youth back through the winding tunnels to a point
where I could make a break for liberty.

I was beside myself with anxiety for knowledge of the progress of
the expedition which was to rescue Dejah Thoris. I felt that Carthoris
would not let the matter drop, were he free to act, but in so far
as I knew, he also might be a prisoner in Zat Arras' pits.

That Zat Arras' spy had overheard our conversation relative to the
selection of a new Jeddak, I knew, and scarcely a half-dozen minutes
prior we had discussed the details of the plan to rescue Dejah Thoris.
The chances were that that matter, too, was well known to him. Carthoris,
Kantos Kan, Tars Tarkas, Hor Vastus, and Xodar might even now be the
victims of Zat Arras' assassins, or else his prisoners.

I determined to make at least one more effort to learn something,
and to this end I adopted strategy when next the youth came to my
cell. I had noticed that he was a handsome fellow, about the size
and age of Carthoris. And I had also noticed that his shabby trappings
but illy comported with his dignified and noble bearing.

It was with these observations as a basis that I opened my negotiations
with him upon his next subsequent visit.

{}``You have been very kind to me during my imprisonment here,''
I said to him, {}``and as I feel that I have at best but a very short
time to live, I wish, ere it is too late, to furnish substantial testimony
of my appreciation of all that you have done to render my imprisonment
bearable.

{}``Promptly you have brought my food each day, seeing that it was
pure and of sufficient quantity. Never by word or deed have you attempted
to take advantage of my defenceless condition to insult or torture
me. You have been uniformly courteous and considerate\mbox{---}it
is this more than any other thing which prompts my feeling of gratitude
and my desire to give you some slight token of it.

{}``In the guard-room of my palace are many fine trappings. Go thou
there and select the harness which most pleases you\mbox{---}it shall
be yours. All I ask is that you wear it, that I may know that my wish
has been realized. Tell me that you will do it.''

The boy's eyes had lighted with pleasure as I spoke, and I saw him
glance from his rusty trappings to the magnificence of my own. For
a moment he stood in thought before he spoke, and for that moment
my heart fairly ceased beating\mbox{---}so much for me there was
which hung upon the substance of his answer.

{}``An I went to the palace of the Prince of Helium with any such
demand, they would laugh at me and, into the bargain, would more than
likely throw me headforemost into the avenue. No, it cannot be, though
I thank you for the offer. Why, if Zat Arras even dreamed that I contemplated
such a thing he would have my heart cut out of me.''

{}``There can be no harm in it, my boy,'' I urged. {}``By night
you may go to my palace with a note from me to Carthoris, my son.
You may read the note before you deliver it, that you may know that
it contains nothing harmful to Zat Arras. My son will be discreet,
and so none but us three need know. It is very simple, and such a
harmless act that it could be condemned by no one.''

Again he stood silently in deep thought.

{}``And there is a jewelled short-sword which I took from the body
of a northern Jeddak. When you get the harness, see that Carthoris
gives you that also. With it and the harness which you may select
there will be no more handsomely accoutred warrior in all Zodanga.

{}``Bring writing materials when you come next to my cell, and within
a few hours we shall see you garbed in a style befitting your birth
and carriage.''

Still in thought, and without speaking, he turned and left me. I could
not guess what his decision might be, and for hours I sat fretting
over the outcome of the matter.

If he accepted a message to Carthoris it would mean to me that Carthoris
still lived and was free. If the youth returned wearing the harness
and the sword, I would know that Carthoris had received my note and
that he knew that I still lived. That the bearer of the note was a
Zodangan would be sufficient to explain to Carthoris that I was a
prisoner of Zat Arras.

It was with feelings of excited expectancy which I could scarce hide
that I heard the youth's approach upon the occasion of his next regular
visit. I did not speak beyond my accustomed greeting of him. As he
placed the food upon the floor by my side he also deposited writing
materials at the same time.

My heart fairly bounded for joy. I had won my point. For a moment
I looked at the materials in feigned surprise, but soon I permitted
an expression of dawning comprehension to come into my face, and then,
picking them up, I penned a brief order to Carthoris to deliver to
Parthak a harness of his selection and the short-sword which I described.
That was all. But it meant everything to me and to Carthoris.

I laid the note open upon the floor. Parthak picked it up and, without
a word, left me.

As nearly as I could estimate, I had at this time been in the pits
for three hundred days. If anything was to be done to save Dejah Thoris
it must be done quickly, for, were she not already dead, her end must
soon come, since those whom Issus chose lived but a single year.

The next time I heard approaching footsteps I could scarce await to
see if Parthak wore the harness and the sword, but judge, if you can,
my chagrin and disappointment when I saw that he who bore my food
was not Parthak.

{}``What has become of Parthak?''\ I asked, but the fellow would
not answer, and as soon as he had deposited my food, turned and retraced
his steps to the world above.

Days came and went, and still my new jailer continued his duties,
nor would he ever speak a word to me, either in reply to the simplest
question or of his own initiative.

I could only speculate on the cause of Parthak's removal, but that
it was connected in some way directly with the note I had given him
was most apparent to me. After all my rejoicing, I was no better off
than before, for now I did not even know that Carthoris lived, for
if Parthak had wished to raise himself in the estimation of Zat Arras
he would have permitted me to go on precisely as I did, so that he
could carry my note to his master, in proof of his own loyalty and
devotion.

Thirty days had passed since I had given the youth the note. Three
hundred and thirty days had passed since my incarceration. As closely
as I could figure, there remained a bare thirty days ere Dejah Thoris
would be ordered to the arena for the rites of Issus.

As the terrible picture forced itself vividly across my imagination,
I buried my face in my arms, and only with the greatest difficulty
was it that I repressed the tears that welled to my eyes despite my
every effort. To think of that beautiful creature torn and rended
by the cruel fangs of the hideous white apes! It was unthinkable.
Such a horrid fact could not be; and yet my reason told me that within
thirty days my incomparable Princess would be fought over in the arena
of the First Born by those very wild beasts; that her bleeding corpse
would be dragged through the dirt and the dust, until at last a part
of it would be rescued to be served as food upon the tables of the
black nobles.

I think that I should have gone crazy but for the sound of my approaching
jailer. It distracted my attention from the terrible thoughts that
had been occupying my entire mind. Now a new and grim determination
came to me. I would make one super-human effort to escape. Kill my
jailer by a ruse, and trust to fate to lead me to the outer world
in safety.

With the thought came instant action. I threw myself upon the floor
of my cell close by the wall, in a strained and distorted posture,
as though I were dead after a struggle or convulsions. When he should
stoop over me I had but to grasp his throat with one hand and strike
him a terrific blow with the slack of my chain, which I gripped firmly
in my right hand for the purpose.

Nearer and nearer came the doomed man. Now I heard him halt before
me. There was a muttered exclamation, and then a step as he came to
my side. I felt him kneel beside me. My grip tightened upon the chain.
He leaned close to me. I must open my eyes to find his throat, grasp
it, and strike one mighty final blow all at the same instant.

The thing worked just as I had planned. So brief was the interval
between the opening of my eyes and the fall of the chain that I could
not check it, though it that minute interval I recognized the face
so close to mine as that of my son, Carthoris.

God! What cruel and malign fate had worked to such a frightful end!
What devious chain of circumstances had led my boy to my side at this
one particular minute of our lives when I could strike him down and
kill him, in ignorance of his identity! A benign though tardy Providence
blurred my vision and my mind as I sank into unconsciousness across
the lifeless body of my only son.

When I regained consciousness it was to feel a cool, firm hand pressed
upon my forehead. For an instant I did not open my eyes. I was endeavouring
to gather the loose ends of many thoughts and memories which flitted
elusively through my tired and overwrought brain.

At length came the cruel recollection of the thing that I had done
in my last conscious act, and then I dared not to open my eyes for
fear of what I should see lying beside me. I wondered who it could
be who ministered to me. Carthoris must have had a companion whom
I had not seen. Well, I must face the inevitable some time, so why
not now, and with a sigh I opened my eyes.

Leaning over me was Carthoris, a great bruise upon his forehead where
the chain had struck, but alive, thank God, alive! There was no one
with him. Reaching out my arms, I took my boy within them, and if
ever there arose from any planet a fervent prayer of gratitude, it
was there beneath the crust of dying Mars as I thanked the Eternal
Mystery for my son's life.

The brief instant in which I had seen and recognized Carthoris before
the chain fell must have been ample to check the force of the blow.
He told me that he had lain unconscious for a time\mbox{---}how long
he did not know.

{}``How came you here at all?''\ I asked, mystified that he had
found me without a guide.

{}``It was by your wit in apprising me of your existence and imprisonment
through the youth, Parthak. Until he came for his harness and his
sword, we had thought you dead. When I had read your note I did as
you had bid, giving Parthak his choice of the harnesses in the guardroom,
and later bringing the jewelled short-sword to him; but the minute
that I had fulfilled the promise you evidently had made him, my obligation
to him ceased. Then I commenced to question him, but he would give
me no information as to your whereabouts. He was intensely loyal to
Zat Arras.

{}``Finally I gave him a fair choice between freedom and the pits
beneath the palace\mbox{---}the price of freedom to be full information
as to where you were imprisoned and directions which would lead us
to you; but still he maintained his stubborn partisanship. Despairing,
I had him removed to the pits, where he still is.

{}``No threats of torture or death, no bribes, however fabulous,
would move him. His only reply to all our importunities was that whenever
Parthak died, were it to-morrow or a thousand years hence, no man
could truly say, `A traitor is gone to his deserts.'

{}``Finally, Xodar, who is a fiend for subtle craftiness, evolved
a plan whereby we might worm the information from him. And so I caused
Hor Vastus to be harnessed in the metal of a Zodangan soldier and
chained in Parthak's cell beside him. For fifteen days the noble Hor
Vastus has languished in the darkness of the pits, but not in vain.
Little by little he won the confidence and friendship of the Zodangan,
until only to-day Parthak, thinking that he was speaking not only
to a countryman, but to a dear friend, revealed that Hor Vastus the
exact cell in which you lay.

{}``It took me but a short time to locate the plans of the pits of
Helium among thy official papers. To come to you, though, was a trifle
more difficult matter. As you know, while all the pits beneath the
city are connected, there are but single entrances from those beneath
each section and its neighbour, and that at the upper level just underneath
the ground.

{}``Of course, these openings which lead from contiguous pits to
those beneath government buildings are always guarded, and so, while
I easily came to the entrance to the pits beneath the palace which
Zat Arras is occupying, I found there a Zodangan soldier on guard.
There I left him when I had gone by, but his soul was no longer with
him.

{}``And here I am, just in time to be nearly killed by you,'' he
ended, laughing.

As he talked Carthoris had been working at the lock which held my
fetters, and now, with an exclamation of pleasure, he dropped the
end of the chain to the floor, and I stood up once more, freed from
the galling irons I had chafed in for almost a year.

He had brought a long-sword and a dagger for me, and thus armed we
set out upon the return journey to my palace.

At the point where we left the pits of Zat Arras we found the body
of the guard Carthoris had slain. It had not yet been discovered,
and, in order to still further delay search and mystify the jed's
people, we carried the body with us for a short distance, hiding it
in a tiny cell off the main corridor of the pits beneath an adjoining
estate.

Some half-hour later we came to the pits beneath our own palace, and
soon thereafter emerged into the audience chamber itself, where we
found Kantos Kan, Tars Tarkas, Hor Vastus, and Xodar awaiting us most
impatiently.

No time was lost in fruitless recounting of my imprisonment. What
I desired to know was how well the plans we had laid nearly a year
ago and had been carried out.

{}``It has taken much longer than we had expected,'' replied Kantos
Kan. {}``The fact that we were compelled to maintain utter secrecy
has handicapped us terribly. Zat Arras' spies are everywhere. Yet,
to the best of my knowledge, no word of our real plans has reached
the villain's ear.

{}``To-night there lies about the great docks at Hastor a fleet of
a thousand of the mightiest battleships that ever sailed above Barsoom,
and each equipped to navigate the air of Omean and the waters of Omean
itself. Upon each battleship there are five ten-man cruisers, and
ten five-man scouts, and a hundred one-man scouts; in all, one hundred
and sixteen thousand craft fitted with both air and water propellers.

{}``At Thark lie the transports for the green warriors of Tars Tarkas,
nine hundred large troopships, and with them their convoys. Seven
days ago all was in readiness, but we waited in the hope that by so
doing your rescue might be encompassed in time for you to command
the expedition. It is well we waited, my Prince.''

{}``How is it, Tars Tarkas,'' I asked, {}``that the men of Thark
take not the accustomed action against one who returns from the bosom
of Iss?''\ 

{}``They sent a council of fifty chieftains to talk with me here,''
replied the Thark. {}``We are a just people, and when I had told
them the entire story they were as one man in agreeing that their
action toward me would be guided by the action of Helium toward John
Carter. In the meantime, at their request, I was to resume my throne
as Jeddak of Thark, that I might negotiate with neighboring hordes
for warriors to compose the land forces of the expedition. I have
done that which I agreed. Two hundred and fifty thousand fighting
men, gathered from the ice cap at the north to the ice cap at the
south, and representing a thousand different communities, from a hundred
wild and warlike hordes, fill the great city of Thark to-night. They
are ready to sail for the Land of the First Born when I give the word
and fight there until I bid them stop. All they ask is the loot they
take and transportation to their own territories when the fighting
and the looting are over. I am done.''

{}``And thou, Hor Vastus,'' I asked, {}``what has been thy success?''\ 

{}``A million veteran fighting-men from Helium's thin waterways man
the battleships, the transports, and the convoys,'' he replied. {}``Each
is sworn to loyalty and secrecy, nor were enough recruited from a
single district to cause suspicion.''

{}``Good!''\ I cried. {}``Each has done his duty, and now, Kantos
Kan, may we not repair at once to Hastor and get under way before
to-morrow's sun?''\ 

{}``We should lose no time, Prince,'' replied Kantos Kan. {}``Already
the people of Hastor are questioning the purpose of so great a fleet
fully manned with fighting-men. I wonder much that word of it has
not before reached Zat Arras. A cruiser awaits above at your own dock;
let us leave at\mbox{---}'' A fusillade of shots from the palace
gardens just without cut short his further words.

Together we rushed to the balcony in time to see a dozen members of
my palace guard disappear in the shadows of some distant shrubbery
as in pursuit of one who fled. Directly beneath us upon the scarlet
sward a handful of guardsmen were stooping above a still and prostrate
form.

While we watched they lifted the figure in their arms and at my command
bore it to the audience chamber where we had been in council. When
they stretched the body at our feet we saw that it was that of a red
man in the prime of life\mbox{---}his metal was plain, such as common
soldiers wear, or those who wish to conceal their identity.

{}``Another of Zat Arras' spies,'' said Hor Vastus.

{}``So it would seem,'' I replied, and then to the guard: {}``You
may remove the body.''

{}``Wait!''\ said Xodar. {}``If you will, Prince, ask that a cloth
and a little thoat oil be brought.''

I nodded to one of the soldiers, who left the chamber, returning presently
with the things that Xodar had requested. The black kneeled beside
the body and, dipping a corner of the cloth in the thoat oil, rubbed
for a moment on the dead face before him, Then he turned to me with
a smile, pointing to his work. I looked and saw that where Xodar had
applied the thoat oil the face was white, as white as mine, and then
Xodar seized the black hair of the corpse and with a sudden wrench
tore it all away, revealing a hairless pate beneath.

Guardsmen and nobles pressed close about the silent witness upon the
marble floor. Many were the exclamations of astonishment and questioning
wonder as Xodar's acts confirmed the suspicion which he had held.

{}``A thern!''\ whispered Tars Tarkas.

{}``Worse than that, I fear,'' replied Xodar. {}``But let us see.''

With that he drew his dagger and cut open a locked pouch which had
dangled from the thern's harness, and from it he brought forth a circlet
of gold set with a large gem\mbox{---}it was the mate to that which
I had taken from Sator Throg.

{}``He was a Holy Thern,'' said Xodar. {}``Fortunate indeed it
is for us that he did not escape.''

The officer of the guard entered the chamber at this juncture.

{}``My Prince,'' he said, {}``I have to report that this fellow's
companion escaped us. I think that it was with the connivance of one
or more of the men at the gate. I have ordered them all under arrest.''

Xodar handed him the thoat oil and cloth.

{}``With this you may discover the spy among you,'' he said.

I at once ordered a secret search within the city, for every Martian
noble maintains a secret service of his own.

A half-hour later the officer of the guard came again to report. This
time it was to confirm our worst fears\mbox{---}half the guards at
the gate that night had been therns disguised as red men.

{}``Come!''\ I cried. {}``We must lose no time. On to Hastor at
once. Should the therns attempt to check us at the southern verge
of the ice cap it may result in the wrecking of all our plans and
the total destruction of the expedition.''

Ten minutes later we were speeding through the night toward Hastor,
prepared to strike the first blow for the preservation of Dejah Thoris.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XX. THE AIR BATTLE}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XX. THE AIR BATTLE}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THE AIR BATTLE}

Two hours after leaving my palace at Helium, or about midnight, Kantos
Kan, Xodar, and I arrived at Hastor. Carthoris, Tars Tarkas, and Hor
Vastus had gone directly to Thark upon another cruiser.

The transports were to get under way immediately and move slowly south.
The fleet of battleships would overtake them on the morning of the
second day.

At Hastor we found all in readiness, and so perfectly had Kantos Kan
planned every detail of the campaign that within ten minutes of our
arrival the first of the fleet had soared aloft from its dock, and
thereafter, at the rate of one a second, the great ships floated gracefully
out into the night to form a long, thin line which stretched for miles
toward the south.

It was not until after we had entered the cabin of Kantos Kan that
I thought to ask the date, for up to now I was not positive how long
I had lain in the pits of Zat Arras. When Kantos Kan told me, I realized
with a pang of dismay that I had misreckoned the time while I lay
in the utter darkness of my cell. Three hundred and sixty-five days
had passed\mbox{---}it was too late to save Dejah Thoris.

The expedition was no longer one of rescue but of revenge. I did not
remind Kantos Kan of the terrible fact that ere we could hope to enter
the Temple of Issus, the Princess of Helium would be no more. In so
far as I knew she might be already dead, for I did not know the exact
date on which she first viewed Issus.

What now the value of burdening my friends with my added personal
sorrows\mbox{---}they had shared quite enough of them with me in
the past. Hereafter I would keep my grief to myself, and so I said
nothing to any other of the fact that we were too late. The expedition
could yet do much if it could but teach the people of Barsoom the
facts of the cruel deception that had been worked upon them for countless
ages, and thus save thousands each year from the horrid fate that
awaited them at the conclusion of the voluntary pilgrimage.

If it could open to the red men the fair Valley Dor it would have
accomplished much, and in the Land of Lost Souls between the Mountains
of Otz and the ice barrier were many broad acres that needed no irrigation
to bear rich harvests.

Here at the bottom of a dying world was the only naturally productive
area upon its surface. Here alone were dews and rains, here alone
was an open sea, here was water in plenty; and all this was but the
stamping ground of fierce brutes and from its beauteous and fertile
expanse the wicked remnants of two once mighty races barred all the
other millions of Barsoom. Could I but succeed in once breaking down
the barrier of religious superstition which had kept the red races
from this El Dorado it would be a fitting memorial to the immortal
virtues of my Princess\mbox{---}I should have again served Barsoom
and Dejah Thoris' martyrdom would not have been in vain.

On the morning of the second day we raised the great fleet of transports
and their consorts at the first flood of dawn, and soon were near
enough to exchange signals. I may mention here that radio-aerograms
are seldom if ever used in war time, or for the transmission of secret
dispatches at any time, for as often as one nation discovers a new
cipher, or invents a new instrument for wireless purposes its neighbours
bend every effort until they are able to intercept and translate the
messages. For so long a time has this gone on that practically every
possibility of wireless communication has been exhausted and no nation
dares transmit dispatches of importance in this way.

Tars Tarkas reported all well with the transports. The battleships
passed through to take an advanced position, and the combined fleets
moved slowly over the ice cap, hugging the surface closely to prevent
detection by the therns whose land we were approaching.

Far in advance of all a thin line of one-man air scouts protected
us from surprise, and on either side they flanked us, while a smaller
number brought up the rear some twenty miles behind the transports.
In this formation we had progressed toward the entrance to Omean for
several hours when one of our scouts returned from the front to report
that the cone-like summit of the entrance was in sight. At almost
the same instant another scout from the left flank came racing toward
the flagship.

His very speed bespoke the importance of his information. Kantos Kan
and I awaited him upon the little forward deck which corresponds with
the bridge of earthly battleships. Scarcely had his tiny flier come
to rest upon the broad landing-deck of the flagship ere he was bounding
up the stairway to the deck where we stood.

{}``A great fleet of battleships south-south-east, my Prince,''
he cried. {}``There must be several thousands and they are bearing
down directly upon us.''

{}``The thern spies were not in the palace of John Carter for nothing,''
said Kantos Kan to me. {}``Your orders, Prince.''

{}``Dispatch ten battleships to guard the entrance to Omean, with
orders to let no hostile enter or leave the shaft. That will bottle
up the great fleet of the First Born.

{}``Form the balance of the battleships into a great V with the apex
pointing directly south-south-east. Order the transports, surrounded
by their convoys, to follow closely in the wake of the battleships
until the point of the V has entered the enemies' line, then the V
must open outward at the apex, the battleships of each leg engage
the enemy fiercely and drive him back to form a lane through his line
into which the transports with their convoys must race at top speed
that they may gain a position above the temples and gardens of the
therns.

{}``Here let them land and teach the Holy Therns such a lesson in
ferocious warfare as they will not forget for countless ages. It had
not been my intention to be distracted from the main issue of the
campaign, but we must settle this attack with the therns once and
for all, or there will be no peace for us while our fleet remains
near Dor, and our chances of ever returning to the outer world will
be greatly minimized.''

Kantos Kan saluted and turned to deliver my instructions to his waiting
aides. In an incredibly short space of time the formation of the battleships
changed in accordance with my commands, the ten that were to guard
the way to Omean were speeding toward their destination, and the troopships
and convoys were closing up in preparation for the spurt through the
lane.

The order of full speed ahead was given, the fleet sprang through
the air like coursing greyhounds, and in another moment the ships
of the enemy were in full view. They formed a ragged line as far as
the eye could reach in either direction and about three ships deep.
So sudden was our onslaught that they had no time to prepare for it.
It was as unexpected as lightning from a clear sky.

Every phase of my plan worked splendidly. Our huge ships mowed their
way entirely through the line of thern battlecraft; then the V opened
up and a broad lane appeared through which the transports leaped toward
the temples of the therns which could now be plainly seen glistening
in the sunlight. By the time the therns had rallied from the attack
a hundred thousand green warriors were already pouring through their
courts and gardens, while a hundred and fifty thousand others leaned
from low swinging transports to direct their almost uncanny marksmanship
upon the thern soldiery that manned the ramparts, or attempted to
defend the temples.

Now the two great fleets closed in a titanic struggle far above the
fiendish din of battle in the gorgeous gardens of the therns. Slowly
the two lines of Helium's battleships joined their ends, and then
commenced the circling within the line of the enemy which is so marked
a characteristic of Barsoomian naval warfare.

Around and around in each other's tracks moved the ships under Kantos
Kan, until at length they formed nearly a perfect circle. By this
time they were moving at high speed so that they presented a difficult
target for the enemy. Broadside after broadside they delivered as
each vessel came in line with the ships of the therns. The latter
attempted to rush in and break up the formation, but it was like stopping
a buzz saw with the bare hand.

From my position on the deck beside Kantos Kan I saw ship after ship
of the enemy take the awful, sickening dive which proclaims its total
destruction. Slowly we man\oe{}uvered our circle of death until we
hung above the gardens where our green warriors were engaged. The
order was passed down for them to embark. Then they rose slowly to
a position within the centre of the circle.

In the meantime the therns' fire had practically ceased. They had
had enough of us and were only too glad to let us go on our way in
peace. But our escape was not to be encompassed with such ease, for
scarcely had we gotten under way once more in the direction of the
entrance to Omean than we saw far to the north a great black line
topping the horizon. It could be nothing other than a fleet of war.

Whose or whither bound, we could not even conjecture. When they had
come close enough to make us out at all, Kantos Kan's operator received
a radio-aerogram, which he immediately handed to my companion. He
read the thing and handed it to me.

{}``Kantos Kan:'' it read. {}``Surrender, in the name of the Jeddak
of Helium, for you cannot escape,'' and it was signed, {}``Zat Arras.''

The therns must have caught and translated the message almost as soon
as did we, for they immediately renewed hostilities when they realized
that we were soon to be set upon by other enemies.

Before Zat Arras had approached near enough to fire a shot we were
again hotly engaged with the thern fleet, and as soon as he drew near
he too commenced to pour a terrific fusillade of heavy shot into us.
Ship after ship reeled and staggered into uselessness beneath the
pitiless fire that we were undergoing.

The thing could not last much longer. I ordered the transports to
descend again into the gardens of the therns.

{}``Wreak your vengeance to the utmost,'' was my message to the
green allies, {}``for by night there will be none left to avenge
your wrongs.''

Presently I saw the ten battleships that had been ordered to hold
the shaft of Omean. They were returning at full speed, firing their
stern batteries almost continuously. There could be but one explanation.
They were being pursued by another hostile fleet. Well, the situation
could be no worse. The expedition already was doomed. No man that
had embarked upon it would return across that dreary ice cap. How
I wished that I fight face Zat Arras with my longsword for just an
instant before I died! It was he who had caused our failure.

As I watched the oncoming ten I saw their pursuers race swiftly into
sight. It was another great fleet; for a moment I could not believe
my eyes, but finally I was forced to admit that the most fatal calamity
had overtaken the expedition, for the fleet I saw was none other than
the fleet of the First Born, that should have been safely bottled
up in Omean. What a series of misfortunes and disasters! What awful
fate hovered over me, that I should have been so terribly thwarted
at every angle of my search for my lost love! Could it be possible
that the curse of Issus was upon me! That there was, indeed, some
malign divinity in that hideous carcass! I would not believe it, and,
throwing back my shoulders, I ran to the deck below to join my men
in repelling boarders from one of the thern craft that had grappled
us broadside. In the wild lust of hand-to-hand combat my old dauntless
hopefulness returned. And as thern after thern went down beneath my
blade, I could almost feel that we should win success in the end,
even from apparent failure.

My presence among the men so greatly inspirited them that they fell
upon the luckless whites with such terrible ferocity that within a
few moments we had turned the tables upon them and a second later
as we swarmed their own decks I had the satisfaction of seeing their
commander take the long leap from the bows of his vessel in token
of surrender and defeat.

Then I joined Kantos Kan. He had been watching what had taken place
on the deck below, and it seemed to have given him a new thought.
Immediately he passed an order to one of his officers, and presently
the colours of the Prince of Helium broke from every point of the
flagship. A great cheer arose from the men of our own ship, a cheer
that was taken up by every other vessel of our expedition as they
in turn broke my colours from their upper works.

Then Kantos Kan sprang his coup. A signal legible to every sailor
of all the fleets engaged in that fierce struggle was strung aloft
upon the flagship.

{}``Men of Helium for the Prince of Helium against all his enemies,''
it read. Presently my colours broke from one of Zat Arras' ships.
Then from another and another. On some we could see fierce battles
waging between the Zodangan soldiery and the Heliumetic crews, but
eventually the colours of the Prince of Helium floated above every
ship that had followed Zat Arras upon our trail\mbox{---}only his
flagship flew them not.

Zat Arras had brought five thousand ships. The sky was black with
the three enormous fleets. It was Helium against the field now, and
the fight had settled to countless individual duels. There could be
little or no man\oe{}uvering of fleets in that crowded, fire-split
sky.

Zat Arras' flagship was close to my own. I could see the thin features
of the man from where I stood. His Zodangan crew was pouring broadside
after broadside into us and we were returning their fire with equal
ferocity. Closer and closer came the two vessels until but a few yards
intervened. Grapplers and boarders lined the contiguous rails of each.
We were preparing for the death struggle with our hated enemy.

There was but a yard between the two mighty ships as the first grappling
irons were hurled. I rushed to the deck to be with my men as they
boarded. Just as the vessels came together with a slight shock, I
forced my way through the lines and was the first to spring to the
deck of Zat Arras' ship. After me poured a yelling, cheering, cursing
throng of Helium's best fighting-men. Nothing could withstand them
in the fever of battle lust which enthralled them.

Down went the Zodangans before that surging tide of war, and as my
men cleared the lower decks I sprang to the forward deck where stood
Zat Arras.

{}``You are my prisoner, Zat Arras,'' I cried. {}``Yield and you
shall have quarter.''

For a moment I could not tell whether he contemplated acceding to
my demand or facing me with drawn sword. For an instant he stood hesitating,
and then throwing down his arms he turned and rushed to the opposite
side of the deck. Before I could overtake him he had sprung to the
rail and hurled himself headforemost into the awful depths below.

And thus came Zat Arras, Jed of Zodanga, to his end.

On and on went that strange battle. The therns and blacks had not
combined against us. Wherever thern ship met ship of the First Born
was a battle royal, and in this I thought I saw our salvation. Wherever
messages could be passed between us that could not be intercepted
by our enemies I passed the word that all our vessels were to withdraw
from the fight as rapidly as possible, taking a position to the west
and south of the combatants. I also sent an air scout to the fighting
green men in the gardens below to re-embark, and to the transports
to join us.

My commanders were further instructed than when engaged with an enemy
to draw him as rapidly as possible toward a ship of his hereditary
foeman, and by careful man\oe{}uvring to force the two to engage,
thus leaving himself free to withdraw. This stratagem worked to perfection,
and just before the sun went down I had the satisfaction of seeing
all that was left of my once mighty fleet gathered nearly twenty miles
southwest of the still terrific battle between the blacks and whites.

I now transferred Xodar to another battleship and sent him with all
the transports and five thousand battleships directly overhead to
the Temple of Issus. Carthoris and I, with Kantos Kan, took the remaining
ships and headed for the entrance to Omean.

Our plan now was to attempt to make a combined assault upon Issus
at dawn of the following day. Tars Tarkas with his green warriors
and Hor Vastus with the red men, guided by Xodar, were to land within
the garden of Issus or the surrounding plains; while Carthoris, Kantos
Kan, and I were to lead our smaller force from the sea of Omean through
the pits beneath the temple, which Carthoris knew so well.

I now learned for the first time the cause of my ten ships' retreat
from the mouth of the shaft. It seemed that when they had come upon
the shaft the navy of the First Born were already issuing from its
mouth. Fully twenty vessels had emerged, and though they gave battle
immediately in an effort to stem the tide that rolled from the black
pit, the odds against them were too great and they were forced to
flee.

With great caution we approached the shaft, under cover of darkness.
At a distance of several miles I caused the fleet to be halted, and
from there Carthoris went ahead alone upon a one-man flier to reconnoitre.
In perhaps half an hour he returned to report that there was no sign
of a patrol boat or of the enemy in any form, and so we moved swiftly
and noiselessly forward once more toward Omean.

At the mouth of the shaft we stopped again for a moment for all the
vessels to reach their previously appointed stations, then with the
flagship I dropped quickly into the black depths, while one by one
the other vessels followed me in quick succession.

We had decided to stake all on the chance that we would be able to
reach the temple by the subterranean way and so we left no guard of
vessels at the shaft's mouth. Nor would it have profited us any to
have done so, for we did not have sufficient force all told to have
withstood the vast navy of the First Born had they returned to engage
us.

For the safety of our entrance upon Omean we depended largely upon
the very boldness of it, believing that it would be some little time
before the First Born on guard there would realize that it was an
enemy and not their own returning fleet that was entering the vault
of the buried sea.

And such proved to be the case. In fact, four hundred of my fleet
of five hundred rested safely upon the bosom of Omean before the first
shot was fired. The battle was short and hot, but there could have
been but one outcome, for the First Born in the carelessness of fancied
security had left but a handful of ancient and obsolete hulks to guard
their mighty harbour.

It was at Carthoris' suggestion that we landed our prisoners under
guard upon a couple of the larger islands, and then towed the ships
of the First Born to the shaft, where we managed to wedge a number
of them securely in the interior of the great well. Then we turned
on the buoyance rays in the balance of them and let them rise by themselves
to further block the passage to Omean as they came into contact with
the vessels already lodged there.

We now felt that it would be some time at least before the returning
First Born could reach the surface of Omean, and that we would have
ample opportunity to make for the subterranean passages which lead
to Issus. One of the first steps I took was to hasten personally with
a good-sized force to the island of the submarine, which I took without
resistance on the part of the small guard there.

I found the submarine in its pool, and at once placed a strong guard
upon it and the island, where I remained to wait the coming of Carthoris
and the others.

Among the prisoners was Yersted, commander of the submarine. He recognized
me from the three trips that I had taken with him during my captivity
among the First Born.

{}``How does it seem,'' I asked him, {}``to have the tables turned?
To be prisoner of your erstwhile captive?''\ 

He smiled, a very grim smile pregnant with hidden meaning.

{}``It will not be for long, John Carter,'' he replied. {}``We
have been expecting you and we are prepared.''

{}``So it would appear,'' I answered, {}``for you were all ready
to become my prisoners with scarce a blow struck on either side.''

{}``The fleet must have missed you,'' he said, {}``but it will
return to Omean, and then that will be a very different matter\mbox{---}for
John Carter.''

{}``I do not know that the fleet has missed me as yet,'' I said,
but of course he did not grasp my meaning, and only looked puzzled.

{}``Many prisoners travel to Issus in your grim craft, Yersted?''\ 
I asked.

{}``Very many,'' he assented.

{}``Might you remember one whom men called Dejah Thoris?''\ 

{}``Well, indeed, for her great beauty, and then, too, for the fact
that she was wife to the first mortal that ever escaped from Issus
through all the countless ages of her godhood. And they say that Issus
remembers her best as the wife of one and the mother of another who
raised their hands against the Goddess of Life Eternal.''

I shuddered for fear of the cowardly revenge that I knew Issus might
have taken upon the innocent Dejah Thoris for the sacrilege of her
son and her husband.

{}``And where is Dejah Thoris now?''\ I asked, knowing that he
would say the words I most dreaded, but yet I loved her so that I
could not refrain from hearing even the worst about her fate so that
it fell from the lips of one who had seen her but recently. It was
to me as though it brought her closer to me.

{}``Yesterday the monthly rites of Issus were held,'' replied Yersted,
{}``and I saw her then sitting in her accustomed place at the foot
of Issus.''

{}``What,'' I cried, {}``she is not dead, then?''\ 

{}``Why, no,'' replied the black, {}``it has been no year since
she gazed upon the divine glory of the radiant face of\mbox{---}''

{}``No year?''\ I interrupted.

{}``Why, no,'' insisted Yersted. {}``It cannot have been upward
of three hundred and seventy or eighty days.''

A great light burst upon me. How stupid I had been! I could scarcely
retain an outward exhibition of my great joy. Why had I forgotten
the great difference in the length of Martian and Earthly years! The
ten Earth years I had spent upon Barsoom had encompassed but five
years and ninety-six days of Martian time, whose days are forty-one
minutes longer than ours, and whose years number six hundred and eighty-seven
days.

I am in time! I am in time! The words surged through my brain again
and again, until at last I must have voiced them audibly, for Yersted
shook his head.

{}``In time to save your Princess?''\ he asked, and then without
waiting for my reply, {}``No, John Carter, Issus will not give up
her own. She knows that you are coming, and ere ever a vandal foot
is set within the precincts of the Temple of Issus, if such a calamity
should befall, Dejah Thoris will be put away for ever from the last
faint hope of rescue.''

{}``You mean that she will be killed merely to thwart me?''\ I
asked.

{}``Not that, other than as a last resort,'' he replied. {}``Hast
ever heard of the Temple of the Sun? It is there that they will put
her. It lies far within the inner court of the Temple of Issus, a
little temple that raises a thin spire far above the spires and minarets
of the great temple that surrounds it. Beneath it, in the ground,
there lies the main body of the temple consisting in six hundred and
eighty-seven circular chambers, one below another. To each chamber
a single corridor leads through solid rock from the pits of Issus.

{}``As the entire Temple of the Sun revolves once with each revolution
of Barsoom about the sun, but once each year does the entrance to
each separate chamber come opposite the mouth of the corridor which
forms its only link to the world without.

{}``Here Issus puts those who displease her, but whom she does not
care to execute forthwith. Or to punish a noble of the First Born
she may cause him to be placed within a chamber of the Temple of the
Sun for a year. Ofttimes she imprisons an executioner with the condemned,
that death may come in a certain horrible form upon a given day, or
again but enough food is deposited in the chamber to sustain life
but the number of days that Issus has allotted for mental anguish.

{}``Thus will Dejah Thoris die, and her fate will be sealed by the
first alien foot that crosses the threshold of Issus.''

So I was to be thwarted in the end, although I had performed the miraculous
and come within a few short moments of my divine Princess, yet was
I as far from her as when I stood upon the banks of the Hudson forty-eight
million miles away.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XXI. THROUGH FLOOD AND FLAME}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XXI. THROUGH FLOOD AND FLAME}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{THROUGH FLOOD AND FLAME}

Yersted's information convinced me that there was no time to be lost.
I must reach the Temple of Issus secretly before the forces under
Tars Tarkas assaulted at dawn. Once within its hated walls I was positive
that I could overcome the guards of Issus and bear away my Princess,
for at my back I would have a force ample for the occasion.

No sooner had Carthoris and the others joined me than we commenced
the transportation of our men through the submerged passage to the
mouth of the gangways which lead from the submarine pool at the temple
end of the watery tunnel to the pits of Issus.

Many trips were required, but at last all stood safely together again
at the beginning of the end of our quest. Five thousand strong we
were, all seasoned fighting-men of the most warlike race of the red
men of Barsoom.

As Carthoris alone knew the hidden ways of the tunnels we could not
divide the party and attack the temple at several points at once as
would have been most desirable, and so it was decided that he lead
us all as quickly as possible to a point near the temple's centre.

As we were about to leave the pool and enter the corridor, an officer
called my attention to the waters upon which the submarine floated.
At first they seemed to be merely agitated as from the movement of
some great body beneath the surface, and I at once conjectured that
another submarine was rising to the surface in pursuit of us; but
presently it became apparent that the level of the waters was rising,
not with extreme rapidity, but very surely, and that soon they would
overflow the sides of the pool and submerge the floor of the chamber.

For a moment I did not fully grasp the terrible import of the slowly
rising water. It was Carthoris who realized the full meaning of the
thing\mbox{---}its cause and the reason for it.

{}``Haste!''\ he cried. {}``If we delay, we all are lost. The
pumps of Omean have been stopped. They would drown us like rats in
a trap. We must reach the upper levels of the pits in advance of the
flood or we shall never reach them. Come.''

{}``Lead the way, Carthoris,'' I cried. {}``We will follow.''

At my command, the youth leaped into one of the corridors, and in
column of twos the soldiers followed him in good order, each company
entering the corridor only at the command of its dwar, or captain.

Before the last company filed from the chamber the water was ankle
deep, and that the men were nervous was quite evident. Entirely unaccustomed
to water except in quantities sufficient for drinking and bathing
purposes the red Martians instinctively shrank from it in such formidable
depths and menacing activity. That they were undaunted while it swirled
and eddied about their ankles, spoke well for their bravery and their
discipline.

I was the last to leave the chamber of the submarine, and as I followed
the rear of the column toward the corridor, I moved through water
to my knees. The corridor, too, was flooded to the same depth, for
its floor was on a level with the floor of the chamber from which
it led, nor was there any perceptible rise for many yards.

The march of the troops through the corridor was as rapid as was consistent
with the number of men that moved through so narrow a passage, but
it was not ample to permit us to gain appreciably on the pursuing
tide. As the level of the passage rose, so, too, did the waters rise
until it soon became apparent to me, who brought up the rear, that
they were gaining rapidly upon us. I could understand the reason for
this, as with the narrowing expanse of Omean as the waters rose toward
the apex of its dome, the rapidity of its rise would increase in inverse
ratio to the ever-lessening space to be filled.

Long ere the last of the column could hope to reach the upper pits
which lay above the danger point I was convinced that the waters would
surge after us in overwhelming volume, and that fully half the expedition
would be snuffed out.

As I cast about for some means of saving as many as possible of the
doomed men, I saw a diverging corridor which seemed to rise at a steep
angle at my right. The waters were now swirling about my waist. The
men directly before me were quickly becoming panic-stricken. Something
must be done at once or they would rush forward upon their fellows
in a mad stampede that would result in trampling down hundreds beneath
the flood and eventually clogging the passage beyond any hope of retreat
for those in advance.

Raising my voice to its utmost, I shouted my command to the dwars
ahead of me.

{}``Call back the last twenty-five utans,'' I shouted. {}``Here
seems a way of escape. Turn back and follow me.''

My orders were obeyed by nearer thirty utans, so that some three thousand
men came about and hastened into the teeth of the flood to reach the
corridor up which I directed them.

As the first dwar passed in with his utan I cautioned him to listen
closely for my commands, and under no circumstances to venture into
the open, or leave the pits for the temple proper until I should have
come up with him, {}``or you know that I died before I could reach
you.''

The officer saluted and left me. The men filed rapidly past me and
entered the diverging corridor which I hoped would lead to safety.
The water rose breast high. Men stumbled, floundered, and went down.
Many I grasped and set upon their feet again, but alone the work was
greater than I could cope with. Soldiers were being swept beneath
the boiling torrent, never to rise. At length the dwar of the 10th
utan took a stand beside me. He was a valorous soldier, Gur Tus by
name, and together we kept the now thoroughly frightened troops in
the semblance of order and rescued many that would have drowned otherwise.

Djor Kantos, son of Kantos Kan, and a padwar of the fifth utan joined
us when his utan reached the opening through which the men were fleeing.
Thereafter not a man was lost of all the hundreds that remained to
pass from the main corridor to the branch.

As the last utan was filing past us the waters had risen until they
surged about our necks, but we clasped hands and stood our ground
until the last man had passed to the comparative safety of the new
passageway. Here we found an immediate and steep ascent, so that within
a hundred yards we had reached a point above the waters.

For a few minutes we continued rapidly up the steep grade, which I
hoped would soon bring us quickly to the upper pits that let into
the Temple of Issus. But I was to meet with a cruel disappointment.

Suddenly I heard a cry of {}``fire'' far ahead, followed almost
at once by cries of terror and the loud commands of dwars and padwars
who were evidently attempting to direct their men away from some grave
danger. At last the report came back to us. {}``They have fired the
pits ahead.'' {}``We are hemmed in by flames in front and flood
behind.'' {}``Help, John Carter; we are suffocating,'' and then
there swept back upon us at the rear a wave of dense smoke that sent
us, stumbling and blinded, into a choking retreat.

There was naught to do other than seek a new avenue of escape. The
fire and smoke were to be feared a thousand times over the water,
and so I seized upon the first gallery which led out of and up from
the suffocating smoke that was engulfing us.

Again I stood to one side while the soldiers hastened through on the
new way. Some two thousand must have passed at a rapid run, when the
stream ceased, but I was not sure that all had been rescued who had
not passed the point of origin of the flames, and so to assure myself
that no poor devil was left behind to die a horrible death, unsuccoured,
I ran quickly up the gallery in the direction of the flames which
I could now see burning with a dull glow far ahead.

It was hot and stifling work, but at last I reached a point where
the fire lit up the corridor sufficiently for me to see that no soldier
of Helium lay between me and the conflagration\mbox{---}what was
in it or upon the far side I could not know, nor could any man have
passed through that seething hell of chemicals and lived to learn.

Having satisfied my sense of duty, I turned and ran rapidly back to
the corridor through which my men had passed. To my horror, however,
I found that my retreat in this direction had been blocked\mbox{---}across
the mouth of the corridor stood a massive steel grating that had evidently
been lowered from its resting-place above for the purpose of effectually
cutting off my escape.

That our principal movements were known to the First Born I could
not have doubted, in view of the attack of the fleet upon us the day
before, nor could the stopping of the pumps of Omean at the psychological
moment have been due to chance, nor the starting of a chemical combustion
within the one corridor through which we were advancing upon the Temple
of Issus been due to aught than well-calculated design.

And now the dropping of the steel gate to pen me effectually between
fire and flood seemed to indicate that invisible eyes were upon us
at every moment. What chance had I, then, to rescue Dejah Thoris were
I to be compelled to fight foes who never showed themselves. A thousand
times I berated myself for being drawn into such a trap as I might
have known these pits easily could be. Now I saw that it would have
been much better to have kept our force intact and made a concerted
attack upon the temple from the valley side, trusting to chance and
our great fighting ability to have overwhelmed the First Born and
compelled the safe delivery of Dejah Thoris to me.

The smoke from the fire was forcing me further and further back down
the corridor toward the waters which I could hear surging through
the darkness. With my men had gone the last torch, nor was this corridor
lighted by the radiance of phosphorescent rock as were those of the
lower levels. It was this fact that assured me that I was not far
from the upper pits which lie directly beneath the temple.

Finally I felt the lapping waters about my feet. The smoke was thick
behind me. My suffering was intense. There seemed but one thing to
do, and that to choose the easier death which confronted me, and so
I moved on down the corridor until the cold waters of Omean closed
about me, and I swam on through utter blackness toward\mbox{---}what?

The instinct of self-preservation is strong even when one, unafraid
and in the possession of his highest reasoning faculties, knows that
death\mbox{---}positive and unalterable\mbox{---}lies just ahead.
And so I swam slowly on, waiting for my head to touch the top of the
corridor, which would mean that I had reached the limit of my flight
and the point where I must sink for ever to an unmarked grave.

But to my surprise I ran against a blank wall before I reached a point
where the waters came to the roof of the corridor. Could I be mistaken?
I felt around. No, I had come to the main corridor, and still there
was a breathing space between the surface of the water and the rocky
ceiling above. And then I turned up the main corridor in the direction
that Carthoris and the head of the column had passed a half-hour before.
On and on I swam, my heart growing lighter at every stroke, for I
knew that I was approaching closer and closer to the point where there
would be no chance that the waters ahead could be deeper than they
were about me. I was positive that I must soon feel the solid floor
beneath my feet again and that once more my chance would come to reach
the Temple of Issus and the side of the fair prisoner who languished
there.

But even as hope was at its highest I felt the sudden shock of contact
as my head struck the rocks above. The worst, then, had come to me.
I had reached one of those rare places where a Martian tunnel dips
suddenly to a lower level. Somewhere beyond I knew that it rose again,
but of what value was that to me, since I did not know how great the
distance that it maintained a level entirely beneath the surface of
the water!

There was but a single forlorn hope, and I took it. Filling my lungs
with air, I dived beneath the surface and swam through the inky, icy
blackness on and on along the submerged gallery. Time and time again
I rose with upstretched hand, only to feel the disappointing rocks
close above me.

Not for much longer would my lungs withstand the strain upon them.
I felt that I must soon succumb, nor was there any retreating now
that I had gone this far. I knew positively that I could never endure
to retrace my path now to the point from which I had felt the waters
close above my head. Death stared me in the face, nor ever can I recall
a time that I so distinctly felt the icy breath from his dead lips
upon my brow.

One more frantic effort I made with my fast ebbing strength. Weakly
I rose for the last time\mbox{---}my tortured lungs gasped for the
breath that would fill them with a strange and numbing element, but
instead I felt the revivifying breath of life-giving air surge through
my starving nostrils into my dying lungs. I was saved.

A few more strokes brought me to a point where my feet touched the
floor, and soon thereafter I was above the water level entirely, and
racing like mad along the corridor searching for the first doorway
that would lead me to Issus. If I could not have Dejah Thoris again
I was at least determined to avenge her death, nor would any life
satisfy me other than that of the fiend incarnate who was the cause
of such immeasurable suffering upon Barsoom.

Sooner than I had expected I came to what appeared to me to be a sudden
exit into the temple above. It was at the right side of the corridor,
which ran on, probably, to other entrances to the pile above.

To me one point was as good as another. What knew I where any of them
led! And so without waiting to be again discovered and thwarted, I
ran quickly up the short, steep incline and pushed open the doorway
at its end.

The portal swung slowly in, and before it could be slammed against
me I sprang into the chamber beyond. Although not yet dawn, the room
was brilliantly lighted. Its sole occupant lay prone upon a low couch
at the further side, apparently in sleep. From the hangings and sumptuous
furniture of the room I judged it to be a living-room of some priestess,
possibly of Issus herself.

At the thought the blood tingled through my veins. What, indeed, if
fortune had been kind enough to place the hideous creature alone and
unguarded in my hands. With her as hostage I could force acquiescence
to my every demand. Cautiously I approached the recumbent figure,
on noiseless feet. Closer and closer I came to it, but I had crossed
but little more than half the chamber when the figure stirred, and,
as I sprang, rose and faced me.

At first an expression of terror overspread the features of the woman
who confronted me\mbox{---}then startled incredulity\mbox{---}hope\mbox{---}thanksgiving.

My heart pounded within my breast as I advanced toward her\mbox{---}tears
came to my eyes\mbox{---}and the words that would have poured forth
in a perfect torrent choked in my throat as I opened my arms and took
into them once more the woman I loved\mbox{---}Dejah Thoris, Princess
of Helium.


\chapter*{\raggedright CHAPTER XXII. VICTORY AND DEFEAT}

\addcontentsline{toc}{chapter}{CHAPTER XXII. VICTORY AND DEFEAT}

\markboth{THE GODS OF MARS}{VICTORY AND DEFEAT}

{}``John Carter, John Carter,'' she sobbed, with her dear head upon
my shoulder; {}``even now I can scarce believe the witness of my
own eyes. When the girl, Thuvia, told me that you had returned to
Barsoom, I listened, but I could not understand, for it seemed that
such happiness would be impossible for one who had suffered so in
silent loneliness for all these long years. At last, when I realized
that it was truth, and then came to know the awful place in which
I was held prisoner, I learned to doubt that even you could reach
me here.

{}``As the days passed, and moon after moon went by without bringing
even the faintest rumour of you, I resigned myself to my fate. And
now that you have come, scarce can I believe it. For an hour I have
heard the sounds of conflict within the palace. I knew not what they
meant, but I have hoped against hope that it might be the men of Helium
headed by my Prince.

{}``And tell me, what of Carthoris, our son?''\


{}``He was with me less than an hour since, Dejah Thoris,'' I replied.
{}``It must have been he whose men you have heard battling within
the precincts of the temple.

{}``Where is Issus?''\ I asked suddenly.

Dejah Thoris shrugged her shoulders.

{}``She sent me under guard to this room just before the fighting
began within the temple halls. She said that she would send for me
later. She seemed very angry and somewhat fearful. Never have I seen
her act in so uncertain and almost terrified a manner. Now I know
that it must have been because she had learned that John Carter, Prince
of Helium, was approaching to demand an accounting of her for the
imprisonment of his Princess.''

The sounds of conflict, the clash of arms, the shouting and the hurrying
of many feet came to us from various parts of the temple. I knew that
I was needed there, but I dared not leave Dejah Thoris, nor dared
I take her with me into the turmoil and danger of battle.

At last I bethought me of the pits from which I had just emerged.
Why not secrete her there until I could return and fetch her away
in safety and for ever from this awful place. I explained my plan
to her.

For a moment she clung more closely to me.

{}``I cannot bear to be parted from you now, even for a moment, John
Carter,'' she said. {}``I shudder at the thought of being alone
again where that terrible creature might discover me. You do not know
her. None can imagine her ferocious cruelty who has not witnessed
her daily acts for over half a year. It has taken me nearly all this
time to realize even the things that I have seen with my own eyes.''

{}``I shall not leave you, then, my Princess,'' I replied.

She was silent for a moment, then she drew my face to hers and kissed
me.

{}``Go, John Carter,'' she said. {}``Our son is there, and the
soldiers of Helium, fighting for the Princess of Helium. Where they
are you should be. I must not think of myself now, but of them and
of my husband's duty. I may not stand in the way of that. Hide me
in the pits, and go.''

I led her to the door through which I had entered the chamber from
below. There I pressed her dear form to me, and then, though it tore
my heart to do it, and filled me only with the blackest shadows of
terrible foreboding, I guided her across the threshold, kissed her
once again, and closed the door upon her.

Without hesitating longer, I hurried from the chamber in the direction
of the greatest tumult. Scarce half a dozen chambers had I traversed
before I came upon the theatre of a fierce struggle. The blacks were
massed at the entrance to a great chamber where they were attempting
to block the further progress of a body of red men toward the inner
sacred precincts of the temple.

Coming from within as I did, I found myself behind the blacks, and,
without waiting to even calculate their numbers or the foolhardiness
of my venture, I charged swiftly across the chamber and fell upon
them from the rear with my keen long-sword.

As I struck the first blow I cried aloud, {}``For Helium!''\ And
then I rained cut after cut upon the surprised warriors, while the
reds without took heart at the sound of my voice, and with shouts
of {}``John Carter! John Carter!''\ redoubled their efforts so
effectually that before the blacks could recover from their temporary
demoralization their ranks were broken and the red men had burst into
the chamber.

The fight within that room, had it had but a competent chronicler,
would go down in the annals of Barsoom as a historic memorial to the
grim ferocity of her warlike people. Five hundred men fought there
that day, the black men against the red. No man asked quarter or gave
it. As though by common assent they fought, as though to determine
once and for all their right to live, in accordance with the law of
the survival of the fittest.

I think we all knew that upon the outcome of this battle would hinge
for ever the relative positions of these two races upon Barsoom. It
was a battle between the old and the new, but not for once did I question
the outcome of it. With Carthoris at my side I fought for the red
men of Barsoom and for their total emancipation from the throttling
bondage of a hideous superstition.

Back and forth across the room we surged, until the floor was ankle
deep in blood, and dead men lay so thickly there that half the time
we stood upon their bodies as we fought. As we swung toward the great
windows which overlooked the gardens of Issus a sight met my gaze
which sent a wave of exultation over me.

{}``Look!''\ I cried. {}``Men of the First Born, look!''\


For an instant the fighting ceased, and with one accord every eye
turned in the direction I had indicated, and the sight they saw was
one no man of the First Born had ever imagined could be.

Across the gardens, from side to side, stood a wavering line of black
warriors, while beyond them and forcing them ever back was a great
horde of green warriors astride their mighty thoats. And as we watched,
one, fiercer and more grimly terrible than his fellows, rode forward
from the rear, and as he came he shouted some fierce command to his
terrible legion.

It was Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark, and as he couched his great forty-foot
metal-shod lance we saw his warriors do likewise. Then it was that
we interpreted his command. Twenty yards now separated the green men
from the black line. Another word from the great Thark, and with a
wild and terrifying battle-cry the green warriors charged. For a moment
the black line held, but only for a moment\mbox{---}then the fearsome
beasts that bore equally terrible riders passed completely through
it.

After them came utan upon utan of red men. The green horde broke to
surround the temple. The red men charged for the interior, and then
we turned to continue our interrupted battle; but our foes had vanished.

My first thought was of Dejah Thoris. Calling to Carthoris that I
had found his mother, I started on a run toward the chamber where
I had left her, with my boy close beside me. After us came those of
our little force who had survived the bloody conflict.

The moment I entered the room I saw that some one had been there since
I had left. A silk lay upon the floor. It had not been there before.
There were also a dagger and several metal ornaments strewn about
as though torn from their wearer in a struggle. But worst of all,
the door leading to the pits where I had hidden my Princess was ajar.

With a bound I was before it, and, thrusting it open, rushed within.
Dejah Thoris had vanished. I called her name aloud again and again,
but there was no response. I think in that instant I hovered upon
the verge of insanity. I do not recall what I said or did, but I know
that for an instant I was seized with the rage of a maniac.

{}``Issus!''\ I cried. {}``Issus! Where is Issus? Search the temple
for her, but let no man harm her but John Carter. Carthoris, where
are the apartments of Issus?''\


{}``This way,'' cried the boy, and, without waiting to know that
I had heard him, he dashed off at breakneck speed, further into the
bowels of the temple. As fast as he went, however, I was still beside
him, urging him on to greater speed.

At last we came to a great carved door, and through this Carthoris
dashed, a foot ahead of me. Within, we came upon such a scene as I
had witnessed within the temple once before\mbox{---}the throne of
Issus, with the reclining slaves, and about it the ranks of soldiery.

We did not even give the men a chance to draw, so quickly were we
upon them. With a single cut I struck down two in the front rank.
And then by the mere weight and momentum of my body, I rushed completely
through the two remaining ranks and sprang upon the dais beside the
carved sorapus throne.

The repulsive creature, squatting there in terror, attempted to escape
me and leap into a trap behind her. But this time I was not to be
outwitted by any such petty subterfuge. Before she had half arisen
I had grasped her by the arm, and then, as I saw the guard starting
to make a concerted rush upon me from all sides, I whipped out my
dagger and, holding it close to that vile breast, ordered them to
halt.

{}``Back!''\ I cried to them. {}``Back! The first black foot that
is planted upon this platform sends my dagger into Issus' heart.''

For an instant they hesitated. Then an officer ordered them back,
while from the outer corridor there swept into the throne room at
the heels of my little party of survivors a full thousand red men
under Kantos Kan, Hor Vastus, and Xodar.

{}``Where is Dejah Thoris?''\ I cried to the thing within my hands.

For a moment her eyes roved wildly about the scene beneath her. I
think that it took a moment for the true condition to make any impression
upon her\mbox{---}she could not at first realize that the temple
had fallen before the assault of men of the outer world. When she
did, there must have come, too, a terrible realization of what it
meant to her\mbox{---}the loss of power\mbox{---}humiliation\mbox{---}the
exposure of the fraud and imposture which she had for so long played
upon her own people.

There was just one thing needed to complete the reality of the picture
she was seeing, and that was added by the highest noble of her realm\mbox{---}the
high priest of her religion\mbox{---}the prime minister of her government.

{}``Issus, Goddess of Death, and of Life Eternal,'' he cried, {}``arise
in the might of thy righteous wrath and with one single wave of thy
omnipotent hand strike dead thy blasphemers! Let not one escape. Issus,
thy people depend upon thee. Daughter of the Lesser Moon, thou only
art all-powerful. Thou only canst save thy people. I am done. We await
thy will. Strike!''\


And then it was that she went mad. A screaming, gibbering maniac writhed
in my grasp. It bit and clawed and scratched in impotent fury. And
then it laughed a weird and terrible laughter that froze the blood.
The slave girls upon the dais shrieked and cowered away. And the thing
jumped at them and gnashed its teeth and then spat upon them from
frothing lips. God, but it was a horrid sight.

Finally, I shook the thing, hoping to recall it for a moment to rationality.

{}``Where is Dejah Thoris?''\ I cried again.

The awful creature in my grasp mumbled inarticulately for a moment,
then a sudden gleam of cunning shot into those hideous, close-set
eyes.

{}``Dejah Thoris? Dejah Thoris?''\ and then that shrill, unearthly
laugh pierced our ears once more.

{}``Yes, Dejah Thoris\mbox{---}I know. And Thuvia, and Phaidor,
daughter of Matai Shang. They each love John Carter. Ha-ah! but it
is droll. Together for a year they will meditate within the Temple
of the Sun, but ere the year is quite gone there will be no more food
for them. Ho-Oh!\ what divine entertainment,'' and she licked the
froth from her cruel lips. {}``There will be no more food\mbox{---}except
each other. Ha-ah! Ha-ah!''\


The horror of the suggestion nearly paralysed me. To this awful fate
the creature within my power had condemned my Princess. I trembled
in the ferocity of my rage. As a terrier shakes a rat I shook Issus,
Goddess of Life Eternal.

{}``Countermand your orders!''\ I cried. {}``Recall the condemned.
Haste, or you die!''\


{}``It is too late. Ha-ah! Ha-ah!''\ and then she commenced her
gibbering and shrieking again.

Almost of its own volition, my dagger flew up above that putrid heart.
But something stayed my hand, and I am now glad that it did. It were
a terrible thing to have struck down a woman with one's own hand.
But a fitter fate occurred to me for this false deity.

{}``First Born,'' I cried, turning to those who stood within the
chamber, {}``you have seen to-day the impotency of Issus\mbox{---}the
gods are impotent. Issus is no god. She is a cruel and wicked old
woman, who has deceived and played upon you for ages. Take her. John
Carter, Prince of Helium, would not contaminate his hand with her
blood,'' and with that I pushed the raving beast, whom a short half-hour
before a whole world had worshipped as divine, from the platform of
her throne into the waiting clutches of her betrayed and vengeful
people.

Spying Xodar among the officers of the red men, I called him to lead
me quickly to the Temple of the Sun, and, without waiting to learn
what fate the First Born would wreak upon their goddess, I rushed
from the chamber with Xodar, Carthoris, Hor Vastus, Kantos Kan, and
a score of other red nobles.

The black led us rapidly through the inner chambers of the temple,
until we stood within the central court\mbox{---}a great circular
space paved with a transparent marble of exquisite whiteness. Before
us rose a golden temple wrought in the most wondrous and fanciful
designs, inlaid with diamond, ruby, sapphire, turquoise, emerald,
and the thousand nameless gems of Mars, which far transcend in loveliness
and purity of ray the most priceless stones of Earth.

{}``This way,'' cried Xodar, leading us toward the entrance to a
tunnel which opened in the courtyard beside the temple. Just as we
were on the point of descending we heard a deep-toned roar burst from
the Temple of Issus, which we had but just quitted, and then a red
man, Djor Kantos, padwar of the fifth utan, broke from a nearby gate,
crying to us to return.

{}``The blacks have fired the temple,'' he cried. {}``In a thousand
places it is burning now. Haste to the outer gardens, or you are lost.''

As he spoke we saw smoke pouring from a dozen windows looking out
upon the courtyard of the Temple of the Sun, and far above the highest
minaret of Issus hung an ever-growing pall of smoke.

{}``Go back! Go back!''\ I cried to those who had accompanied me.
{}``The way! Xodar; point the way and leave me. I shall reach my
Princess yet.''

{}``Follow me, John Carter,'' replied Xodar, and without waiting
for my reply he dashed down into the tunnel at our feet. At his heels
I ran down through a half-dozen tiers of galleries, until at last
he led me along a level floor at the end of which I discerned a lighted
chamber.

Massive bars blocked our further progress, but beyond I saw her\mbox{---}my
incomparable Princess, and with her were Thuvia and Phaidor. When
she saw me she rushed toward the bars that separated us. Already the
chamber had turned upon its slow way so far that but a portion of
the opening in the temple wall was opposite the barred end of the
corridor. Slowly the interval was closing. In a short time there would
be but a tiny crack, and then even that would be closed, and for a
long Barsoomian year the chamber would slowly revolve until once more
for a brief day the aperture in its wall would pass the corridor's
end.

But in the meantime what horrible things would go on within that chamber!

{}``Xodar!''\ I cried. {}``Can no power stop this awful revolving
thing? Is there none who holds the secret of these terrible bars?''\


{}``None, I fear, whom we could fetch in time, though I shall go
and make the attempt. Wait for me here.''

After he had left I stood and talked with Dejah Thoris, and she stretched
her dear hand through those cruel bars that I might hold it until
the last moment.

Thuvia and Phaidor came close also, but when Thuvia saw that we would
be alone she withdrew to the further side of the chamber. Not so the
daughter of Matai Shang.

{}``John Carter,'' she said, {}``this be the last time that you
shall see any of us. Tell me that you love me, that I may die happy.''

{}``I love only the Princess of Helium,'' I replied quietly. {}``I
am sorry, Phaidor, but it is as I have told you from the beginning.''

She bit her lip and turned away, but not before I saw the black and
ugly scowl she turned upon Dejah Thoris. Thereafter she stood a little
way apart, but not so far as I should have desired, for I had many
little confidences to impart to my long-lost love.

For a few minutes we stood thus talking in low tones. Ever smaller
and smaller grew the opening. In a short time now it would be too
small even to permit the slender form of my Princess to pass. Oh,
why did not Xodar haste. Above we could hear the faint echoes of a
great tumult. It was the multitude of black and red and green men
fighting their way through the fire from the burning Temple of Issus.

A draught from above brought the fumes of smoke to our nostrils. As
we stood waiting for Xodar the smoke became thicker and thicker. Presently
we heard shouting at the far end of the corridor, and hurrying feet.

{}``Come back, John Carter, come back!''\ cried a voice, {}``even
the pits are burning.''

In a moment a dozen men broke through the now blinding smoke to my
side. There was Carthoris, and Kantos Kan, and Hor Vastus, and Xodar,
with a few more who had followed me to the temple court.

{}``There is no hope, John Carter,'' cried Xodar. {}``The keeper
of the keys is dead and his keys are not upon his carcass. Our only
hope is to quench this conflagration and trust to fate that a year
will find your Princess alive and well. I have brought sufficient
food to last them. When this crack closes no smoke can reach them,
and if we hasten to extinguish the flames I believe they will be safe.''

{}``Go, then, yourself and take these others with you,'' I replied.
{}``I shall remain here beside my Princess until a merciful death
releases me from my anguish. I care not to live.''

As I spoke Xodar had been tossing a great number of tiny cans within
the prison cell. The remaining crack was not over an inch in width
a moment later. Dejah Thoris stood as close to it as she could, whispering
words of hope and courage to me, and urging me to save myself.

Suddenly beyond her I saw the beautiful face of Phaidor contorted
into an expression of malign hatred. As my eyes met hers she spoke.

{}``Think not, John Carter, that you may so lightly cast aside the
love of Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang. Nor ever hope to hold thy
Dejah Thoris in thy arms again. Wait you the long, long year; but
know that when the waiting is over it shall be Phaidor's arms which
shall welcome you\mbox{---}not those of the Princess of Helium. Behold,
she dies!''\


And as she finished speaking I saw her raise a dagger on high, and
then I saw another figure. It was Thuvia's. As the dagger fell toward
the unprotected breast of my love, Thuvia was almost between them.
A blinding gust of smoke blotted out the tragedy within that fearsome
cell\mbox{---}a shriek rang out, a single shriek, as the dagger fell.

The smoke cleared away, but we stood gazing upon a blank wall. The
last crevice had closed, and for a long year that hideous chamber
would retain its secret from the eyes of men.

They urged me to leave.

{}``In a moment it will be too late,'' cried Xodar. {}``There is,
in fact, but a bare chance that we can come through to the outer garden
alive even now. I have ordered the pumps started, and in five minutes
the pits will be flooded. If we would not drown like rats in a trap
we must hasten above and make a dash for safety through the burning
temple.''

{}``Go,'' I urged them. {}``Let me die here beside my Princess\mbox{---}there
is no hope or happiness elsewhere for me. When they carry her dear
body from that terrible place a year hence let them find the body
of her lord awaiting her.''

Of what happened after that I have only a confused recollection. It
seems as though I struggled with many men, and then that I was picked
bodily from the ground and borne away. I do not know. I have never
asked, nor has any other who was there that day intruded on my sorrow
or recalled to my mind the occurrences which they know could but at
best reopen the terrible wound within my heart.

Ah! If I could but know one thing, what a burden of suspense would
be lifted from my shoulders! But whether the assassin's dagger reached
one fair bosom or another, only time will divulge. 
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