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
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
"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,
In my case it was love--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--these strange, cruel, loveless, unhappy people.Page 43
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.Page 45
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.Page 53
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.Page 62
My race is the oldest on the planet.Page 73
"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.Page 77
At the main entrance we were halted by a cordon of armed guards.Page 114
The collision had retarded our progress and now a hundred swift scouts were close upon us.Page 119
"Come, come, Thuvia," I said soothingly; "you are overwrought by the danger and hardships you have passed through.Page 121
"I cannot leave Tars Tarkas alive among the Warhoons.Page 124
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.Page 133
As the sun rose on the second day of our flight it disclosed the pursuing horde not a half-mile in our rear.Page 140
Xodar alone was care-free--a fugitive and outlaw, he could be no worse off in Helium than elsewhere.Page 149
In marked contrast to his kind, he had in well-developed form the kindlier human characteristics of love, friendship, and charity.Page 150
I vaulted to the ground below and ran swiftly toward the advancing party.Page 153
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.Page 160
My heart fairly bounded for joy.Page 173
Closer and closer came the two vessels until but a few yards intervened.Page 181
To my horror, however, I found that my retreat in this direction had been blocked--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.Page 185
"And tell me, what of Carthoris, our son?" "He was with me less than an hour since, Dejah Thoris," I replied.