The Chessmen of Mars

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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tongue will yet pierce thy heart,
son of a slave!" he cried. "Once too often mayst thou try the patience
of the just O-Tar. Hereafter guard thy speech as well as thy towers."

"Think not to taunt me with my mother's state," said A-Kor. "'Tis the
blood of the slave woman that fills my veins with pride, and my only
shame is that I am also the son of thy jeddak."

"And O-Tar heard this?" queried U-Dor.

"O-Tar has already heard it from my own lips," replied A-Kor; "this,
and more."

He turned upon his heel, a supporting arm still around the waist of
Tara of Helium and thus he half led, half carried her into The Towers
of Jetan, while U-Dor wheeled his thoat and galloped back in the
direction of the palace.

Within the main entrance to The Tower of Jetan lolled a half-dozen
warriors. To one of these spoke A-Kor, keeper of the towers. "Fetch
Lan-O, the slave girl, and bid her bring food and drink to the upper
level of the Thurian tower," then he lifted the half-fainting girl in
his arms and bore her along the spiral, inclined runway that led upward
within the tower.

Somewhere in the long ascent Tara lost consciousness. When it returned
she found herself in a large, circular chamber, the stone walls of
which were pierced by windows at regular intervals about the entire
circumference of the room. She was lying upon a pile of sleeping silks
and furs while there knelt above her a young woman who was forcing
drops of some cooling beverage between her parched lips. Tara of Helium
half rose upon an elbow and looked about. In the first moments of
returning consciousness there were swept from the screen of
recollection the happenings of many weeks. She thought that she awoke
in the palace of The Warlord at Helium. Her brows knit as she
scrutinized the strange face bending over her.

"Who are you?" she asked, and, "Where is Uthia?"

"I am Lan-O the slave girl," replied the other. "I know none by the
name of Uthia."

Tara of Helium sat erect and looked about her. This rough stone was not
the marble of her father's halls. "Where am I?" she asked.

"In The Thurian Tower," replied the girl, and then seeing that the
other still did not understand she guessed the truth. "You are a
prisoner in The Towers of Jetan in the city of Manator," she explained.
"You were brought to this chamber, weak and fainting, by A-Kor, Dwar of
The Towers of Jetan, who sent me to you with food and drink,

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