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--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
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--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
"Dejah Thoris! The Princess comes! Tara of Helium!" Thus always is royalty announced.Page 11
But no appeal came from Djor Kantos.Page 12
She reached home just before dark.Page 22
the sun went down, the little craft upon which Tara of Helium had hovered between life and death these many hours drifted slowly before a gentle breeze above a landscape of rolling hills that once had been lofty mountains upon a Martian continent.Page 31
There was no sign of life there.Page 52
" Tara of Helium shuddered.Page 54
Gloomy were the thoughts that filled the mind of Tara of Helium as she awaited the summons from Luud--the summons that could mean for her but one thing; death.Page 55
What was to come she could only guess.Page 59
Casting off his deck lashings, he seized the landing leather and slipped over the ship's side.Page 75
"We will not desert you, panthan," she said.Page 83
Turan permitted the flier to drift closer behind the screening hills, and then when he could advance no farther without fear of discovery, he dropped the craft gently to ground in a little ravine, and leaping over the side made her fast to a stout tree.Page 88
He stood there waiting, his hand upon the hilt of his long-sword, but they neither challenged nor halted him.Page 107
This goal lay at a low level in a spheroidal cavity about the size of a large barrel.Page 115
in an open game by slaves and criminals, and you will belong to the side that wins--not to a single warrior, but to all who survive the game.Page 122
It seemed that no one walked within the palace other than a few slaves.Page 137
Remain here, woman, we shall be gone but a moment.Page 153
But now the duel between Gahan and the Orange Panthan was on and the decision of the next move was no longer in other hands than theirs.Page 185
"I came to make sure that the great coward did not cheat us.Page 190
Slowly he lifted his head and looked about.Page 192
The Hall was empty except for its ranks of dead chieftains upon their dead mounts.