from a man?" she answered my question with
"They do not, where I come from," I replied. "Sometimes they run after
But she could not understand. Nor could I get her to grasp the fact
that I was of another world. She was quite as positive that creation
was originated solely to produce her own kind and the world she lived
in as are many of the outer world.
"But Jubal," I insisted. "Tell me about him, and why you ran away to
be chained by the neck and scourged across the face of a world."
"Jubal the Ugly One placed his trophy before my father's house. It was
the head of a mighty tandor. It remained there and no greater trophy
was placed beside it. So I knew that Jubal the Ugly One would come and
take me as his mate. None other so powerful wished me, or they would
have slain a mightier beast and thus have won me from Jubal. My father
is not a mighty hunter. Once he was, but a sadok tossed him, and never
again had he the full use of his right arm. My brother, Dacor the
Strong One, had gone to the land of Sari to steal a mate for himself.
Thus there was none, father, brother, or lover, to save me from Jubal
the Ugly One, and I ran away and hid among the hills that skirt the
land of Amoz. And there these Sagoths found me and made me captive."
"What will they do with you?" I asked. "Where are they taking us?"
Again she looked her incredulity.
"I can almost believe that you are of another world," she said, "for
otherwise such ignorance were inexplicable. Do you really mean that
you do not know that the Sagoths are the creatures of the Mahars--the
mighty Mahars who think they own Pellucidar and all that walks or grows
upon its surface, or creeps or burrows beneath, or swims within its
lakes and oceans, or flies through its air? Next you will be telling
me that you never before heard of the Mahars!"
I was loath to do it, and further incur her scorn; but there was no
alternative if I were to absorb knowledge, so I made a clean breast of
my pitiful ignorance as to the mighty Mahars. She was shocked. But
she did her very best to enlighten me, though much that she said was as
Greek would have been to her. She
In their rage they had torn her to pieces.Page 4
Strenuous had been our endeavors to capture him; but with a few of the faithful he had escaped, and was in hiding--where we knew not.Page 31
Thurid sprang forward with drawn sword to cut me down.Page 32
stain upon my point roused to its full the old blood-lust of the fighting man that has ever been so strong within my breast, so that my blade flew through the air with a swiftness and deadly accuracy that threw the two remaining therns into wild despair.Page 40
Nor could I.Page 59
Tears dimmed his eyes as he placed both his hands upon the shoulders of his friend.Page 72
In my palace is one who can make you appear as truly yellow men as does Salensus Oll himself.Page 79
I could see that he wondered not a little that a yellow man should be so inquisitive about certain red prisoners from beyond the ice-barrier, and that I should be so ignorant of customs and conditions among my own race.Page 82
"The granddaughter of Tardos Mors can always die," she said, "but she could never live at the price you name.Page 93
The message must be from him, and he I knew was a friend.Page 96
"But if you were to die, anyway, you would find the nerve to do it," replied Thurid.Page 102
They were as putty in my hands now, and I backed them about the armory as I would until I had them where I wanted them--within reach of the swords of the shackled slaves.Page 110
On the far side was a heavily curtained doorway beyond which I heard the hum of voices.Page 111
Her disheveled hair and panting bosom betokened that, chained though she was, still had she fought against the thing that they would do to her.Page 112
The Jeddak of Jeddaks was a great mountain of a man--a coarse, brutal beast of a man--and as he towered above me there, his fierce black whiskers and mustache bristling in rage, I can well imagine that a less seasoned warrior might have trembled before him.Page 115
It was a clever move, for it put me at the mercy of a dozen men within a chamber from which assistance was locked out, and it gave the red men in the corridor beyond no avenue of escape should their new antagonists press them too closely.Page 124
Of the cruel hatred of Phaidor, and the tender love of Thuvia, and of how even when despair was the darkest those two red girls had clung to the same hope and belief--that John Carter would find a way to release them.Page 127
And as I thought, I saw but one way, and a single man who could insure the success of my hopes.Page 128
The victorious warriors who had followed Carthoris joined in the mad demonstration, and amidst the wild confusion and the tumult and the cheering, Dejah Thoris and I passed out into the gorgeous garden of the jeddaks that graces the inner courtyard of the palace of Kadabra.Page 131
as a brother.