"It is forbidden. They would kill
you. Thus far have you come--there is no returning."
"But I must return," I insisted. "My people are there. I must return
and lead them in this direction."
She insisted, and I insisted; but at last we compromised. I was to
escort her as far as the country of the Kro-lu and then I was to go
back after my own people and lead them north into a land where the
dangers were fewer and the people less murderous. She brought me all my
belongings that had been filched from me--rifle, ammunition, knife, and
thermos bottle, and then hand in hand we descended the cliff and set
off toward the north.
For three days we continued upon our way, until we arrived outside a
village of thatched huts just at dusk. So-ta said that she would enter
alone; I must not be seen if I did not intend to remain, as it was
forbidden that one should return and live after having advanced this
far. So she left me. She was a dear girl and a stanch and true
comrade--more like a man than a woman. In her simple barbaric way she
was both refined and chaste. She had been the wife of To-jo. Among
the Kro-lu she would find another mate after the manner of the strange
Caspakian world; but she told me very frankly that whenever I returned,
she would leave her mate and come to me, as she preferred me above all
others. I was becoming a ladies' man after a lifetime of bashfulness!
At the outskirts of the village I left her without even seeing the sort
of people who inhabited it, and set off through the growing darkness
toward the south. On the third day I made a detour westward to avoid
the country of the Band-lu, as I did not care to be detained by a
meeting with To-jo. On the sixth day I came to the cliffs of the
Sto-lu, and my heart beat fast as I approached them, for here was Lys.
Soon I would hold her tight in my arms again; soon her warm lips would
merge with mine. I felt sure that she was still safe among the hatchet
people, and I was already picturing the joy and the love-light in her
eyes when she should see me once more as I emerged from the last clump
of trees and almost ran toward the cliffs.
It was late in the morning. The
His powerful tail was raised high to one side, and as he passed close above them he brought it down in one terrific sweep that crushed a green warrior's skull as though it had been an eggshell.Page 15
At length, however, we reached the shadows of the forest, while right behind us sprang the swiftest of our pursuers--a giant plant man with claws outreaching to fasten his bloodsucking mouths upon us.Page 36
"What death?" I asked.Page 46
Twice great banths, wandering loose through the galleries, blocked our progress, but in each instance Thuvia spoke a low word of command and the snarling beasts slunk sullenly away.Page 53
Turning, I saw a dozen black pirates dashing toward us from the melee.Page 62
A thing he could never do were you a Barsoomian," he added.Page 71
Xodar had left us to attend to some duty on the vessel, and Phaidor and I stood alone beside the rail.Page 89
" "It will make escape more difficult," I said, and then I shrugged my shoulders; for what, pray, is the pleasure of doing an easy thing? "Let us sleep on it to-night," said Xodar.Page 97
The frightened slaves about.Page 100
" That was all.Page 121
" "Before we go farther we must be sure," I said.Page 132
It seemed to me that I had but closed my eyes when I felt her hand upon my shoulder and heard her soft voice warning me of a new danger.Page 137
Like Hor Vastus, he too dreaded the truth and would not be the one to wrest a statement from me.Page 138
No word left they of their intentions, but it is always thus with those who go upon the voluntary pilgrimage from which none returns.Page 157
I am done.Page 163
Then I commenced to question him, but he would give me no information as to your whereabouts.Page 165
No time was lost in fruitless recounting of my imprisonment.Page 176
and the island, where I remained to wait the coming of Carthoris and the others.Page 188
"Back! The first black foot that is planted upon this platform sends my dagger into Issus' heart.Page 190
"The blacks have fired the temple," he cried.