an arm about the lithe body that the
jeweled harness but inadequately covered, and the girl, though she had
danced a thousand dances in the past, realized for the first time the
personal contact of a man's arm against her naked flesh. It troubled
her that she should notice it, and she looked up questioningly and
almost with displeasure at the man as though it was his fault. Their
eyes met and she saw in his that which she had never seen in the eyes
of Djor Kantos. It was at the very end of the dance and they both
stopped suddenly with the music and stood there looking straight into
each other's eyes. It was Gahan of Gathol who spoke first.
"Tara of Helium, I love you!" he said.
The girl drew herself to her full height. "The Jed of Gathol forgets
himself," she exclaimed haughtily.
"The Jed of Gathol would forget everything but you, Tara of Helium," he
replied. Fiercely he pressed the soft hand that he still retained from
the last position of the dance. "I love you, Tara of Helium," he
repeated. "Why should your ears refuse to hear what your eyes but just
now did not refuse to see--and answer?"
"What meanest thou?" she cried. "Are the men of Gathol such boors,
"They are neither boors nor fools," he replied, quietly. "They know
when they love a woman--and when she loves them."
Tara of Helium stamped her little foot in anger. "Go!" she said,
"before it is necessary to acquaint my father with the dishonor of his
She turned and walked away. "Wait!" cried the man. "Just another word."
"Of apology?" she asked.
"Of prophecy," he said.
"I do not care to hear it," replied Tara of Helium, and left him
standing there. She was strangely unstrung and shortly thereafter
returned to her own quarter of the palace, where she stood for a long
time by a window looking out beyond the scarlet tower of Greater Helium
toward the northwest.
Presently she turned angrily away. "I hate him!" she exclaimed aloud.
"Whom?" inquired the privileged Uthia.
Tara of Helium stamped her foot. "That ill-mannered boor, the Jed of
Gathol," she replied.
Uthia raised her slim brows.
At the stamping of the little foot, a great beast rose from the corner
of the room and crossed to Tara of Helium where it stood looking up
into her face. She placed her hand upon the ugly head. "Dear old
Woola," she said; "no love could be deeper than yours, yet it never
offends. Would that men might pattern themselves after you!"
AT THE GALE'S MERCY
Tara of Helium
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.Page 37
" "The Temple of Issus is, I take it, a heaven within a heaven," I said.Page 43
"Had they not better throw these bodies to the plant men and then return to their quarters, O Mighty One?" asked Thuvia of me.Page 52
Leaping and clawing, they mowed down the warriors with their powerful paws, turning for an instant to rend their victims with frightful fangs.Page 59
I had no quarrel with the therns before, but can you wonder that I feel no great love for them now? I have spoken.Page 67
She looked up again with a nervous but relieved little laugh.Page 69
On the shore of this sea stands the Golden Temple of Issus.Page 80
On this bench, or throne, squatted a female black.Page 88
I walked to his side and placed my hand upon his shoulder.Page 93
"Very often," he replied.Page 98
Her face was blue with terror.Page 100
"Rash mortal!" she shrilled.Page 114
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.Page 137
When it became known that he was lost, ten million people wept.Page 146
Zat Arrras and his officers were furious, but they were.Page 148
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.Page 151
"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.Page 160
With it and the harness which you may select there will be no more handsomely accoutred warrior in all Zodanga.Page 161
I laid the note open upon the floor.Page 168
The expedition was no longer one of rescue but of revenge.