great dining hall of the palace of the Prince of Helium that day. We
were over a hundred strong, not counting the members of my little
court, for Dejah Thoris and I had maintained a household consistent
with our royal rank.
The board, according to red Martian custom, was triangular, for there
were three in our family. Carthoris and I presided in the centre of
our sides of the table--midway of the third side Dejah Thoris'
high-backed, carven chair stood vacant except for her gorgeous wedding
trappings and jewels which were draped upon it. Behind stood a slave
as in the days when his mistress had occupied her place at the board,
ready to do her bidding. It was the way upon Barsoom, so I endured the
anguish of it, though it wrung my heart to see that silent chair where
should have been my laughing and vivacious Princess keeping the great
hall ringing with her merry gaiety.
At my right sat Kantos Kan, while to the right of Dejah Thoris' empty
place Tars Tarkas sat in a huge chair before a raised section of the
board which years ago I had had constructed to meet the requirements of
his mighty bulk. The place of honour at a Martian board is always at
the hostess's right, and this place was ever reserved by Dejah Thoris
for the great Thark upon the occasions that he was in Helium.
Hor Vastus sat in the seat of honour upon Carthoris' side of the table.
There was little general conversation. It was a quiet and saddened
party. The loss of Dejah Thoris was still fresh in the minds of all,
and to this was added fear for the safety of Tardos Mors and Mors
Kajak, as well as doubt and uncertainty as to the fate of Helium,
should it prove true that she was permanently deprived of her great
Suddenly our attention was attracted by the sound of distant shouting,
as of many people raising their voices at once, but whether in anger or
rejoicing, we could not tell. Nearer and nearer came the tumult. A
slave rushed into the dining hall to cry that a great concourse of
people was swarming through the palace gates. A second burst upon the
heels of the first alternately laughing and shrieking as a madman.
"Dejah Thoris is found!" he cried. "A messenger from Dejah Thoris!"
I waited to hear no more. The great windows of the dining hall
overlooked the avenue leading to the main gates--they were
The waves were running to tremendous heights, and the Coldwater was not designed to meet such waves head on.Page 8
"The regulations are explicit, and if the Coldwater crosses thirty it devolves upon you to place Lieutenant Turck under arrest and immediately exert every endeavor to bring the ship back into Pan-American waters.Page 11
The crew, with the exception of those whose duties kept them below, were ranged on deck below the bridge.Page 12
A gentle west wind was blowing.Page 21
Taylor and Delcarte picked up the slain deer, and we all started down toward the launch, walking slowly.Page 26
4 It was during the morning of July 6, 2137, that we entered the mouth of the Thames--to the best of my knowledge the first Western keel to cut those historic waters for two hundred and twenty-one years! But where were the tugs and the lighters and the barges, the lightships and the buoys, and all those countless attributes which went to make up the myriad life of the ancient Thames? Gone! All gone! Only silence and desolation reigned where once the commerce of the world had centered.Page 27
As their pace was leisurely, I determined to follow them until I came again within range, as I was sure that they would stop and feed in a short time.Page 35
The name was famous in ancient English history.Page 38
" "Which is Buckingham?" I asked.Page 39
The inhabitants flocked around me, examining my clothing, and exclaiming in wonderment at each new discovery of button, buckle, pocket, and flap.Page 47
Realizing that the section through which we had been passing was doubtless outlying, and therefore not so built up with large structures as the more centrally located part of the old town, I felt sure that farther down the river I should find the ruins.Page 48
It may have been the palace of your sires, Victory.Page 53
I thank God now that I did so.Page 56
It all happened so swiftly that I cannot recall the details of the kaleidoscopic action which ensued.Page 66
I smiled, and told Taylor not to look so glum.Page 69
While waiting for them, I stood looking out over the river, my back toward the woods that stretched away to the east behind me.Page 71
I had seen from the first that I was being treated as a slave--that all whites that fell into the hands of the blacks were thus treated.Page 81
The truce had ended, and the battle had been resumed.Page 82
It was Victory's.Page 84
The doors of the opposite side, leading to the street, were open, and we could see great.