intently for several minutes before she replied. It
was as though she were attempting to read my inmost soul, to judge my
character and my standards of chivalry in that long-drawn, searching
Apparently the inventory satisfied her.
"I am Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang, Holy Hekkador of the Holy
Therns, Father of Therns, Master of Life and Death upon Barsoom,
Brother of Issus, Prince of Life Eternal."
At that moment I noticed that the black I had dropped with my fist was
commencing to show signs of returning consciousness. I sprang to his
side. Stripping his harness from him I securely bound his hands behind
his back, and after similarly fastening his feet tied him to a heavy
"Why not the simpler way?" asked Phaidor.
"I do not understand. What 'simpler way'?" I replied.
With a slight shrug of her lovely shoulders she made a gesture with her
hands personating the casting of something over the craft's side.
"I am no murderer," I said. "I kill in self-defence only."
She looked at me narrowly. Then she puckered those divine brows of
hers, and shook her head. She could not comprehend.
Well, neither had my own Dejah Thoris been able to understand what to
her had seemed a foolish and dangerous policy toward enemies. Upon
Barsoom, quarter is neither asked nor given, and each dead man means so
much more of the waning resources of this dying planet to be divided
amongst those who survive.
But there seemed a subtle difference here between the manner in which
this girl contemplated the dispatching of an enemy and the
tender-hearted regret of my own princess for the stern necessity which
I think that Phaidor regretted the thrill that the spectacle would have
afforded her rather than the fact that my decision left another enemy
alive to threaten us.
The man had now regained full possession of his faculties, and was
regarding us intently from where he lay bound upon the deck. He was a
handsome fellow, clean limbed and powerful, with an intelligent face
and features of such exquisite chiselling that Adonis himself might
have envied him.
The vessel, unguided, had been moving slowly across the valley; but now
I thought it time to take the helm and direct her course. Only in a
very general way could I guess the location of the Valley Dor. That it
was far south of the equator was evident from the constellations, but I
was not sufficiently a Martian astronomer to come much closer than a
rough guess without the splendid charts
We sought them at the command of the Father of Therns.Page 53
At the same moment a girl's shriek rang out behind me and an instant later, as the blacks fell upon me.Page 85
"You know not of what you speak," he replied.Page 96
We were having a merry time of it, we two, when a great body of Issus' own guards were ordered into the arena.Page 97
"Ten of us can take the throne," for I had seen that Issus' guards had for the most part entered the fray within the arena.Page 98
Others swarmed in to fill the breach, but inch by inch, foot by foot we won nearer and nearer to our goal.Page 106
There was much of his mother's incomparable beauty in his clear-cut features, but it was strongly masculine beauty, and his grey eyes and the expression of them were mine.Page 129
" "As you will, Tan Gama," replied he who had before spoken.Page 135
Now a score of one-man air scouts were launching from the upper decks of the nearer vessel, and in a moment more were speeding in long, swift dives to the ground about us.Page 145
In the name of the people of Helium I demand fair and impartial treatment for the Prince of Helium.Page 148
With the stoicism of the green Martian he showed no sign of suffering, yet I knew that his grief was as poignant as my own.Page 152
Here a thoat was procured for me--the rest you know.Page 157
Were I dead, my brave comrades might not be able to carry out our plans.Page 163
"It was by your wit in apprising me of your existence and imprisonment through the youth, Parthak.Page 164
And so I caused Hor Vastus to be harnessed in the metal of a Zodangan soldier and chained in Parthak's cell beside him.Page 171
Slowly we manoeuvered our circle of death until we hung above the gardens where our green warriors were engaged.Page 176
"Might you remember one whom men called Dejah Thoris?" "Well, indeed, for her great beauty, and then, too, for the fact that she was wife to the first mortal that ever escaped from Issus through all the countless ages of her godhood.Page 178
The pumps of Omean have been stopped.Page 188
"Back!" I cried to them.