But I am forgetting the continuity of my narrative--a continuity which
I desire to maintain, though I fear that I shall often be led astray,
so numerous and varied are the bypaths of speculation which lead from
the present day story of the Grabritins into the mysterious past of
As I stood talking with the girl I presently recollected that she still
was bound, and with a word of apology, I drew my knife and cut the
rawhide thongs which confined her wrists at her back.
She thanked me, and with such a sweet smile that I should have been
amply repaid by it for a much more arduous service.
"And now," I said, "let me accompany you to your home and see you
safely again under the protection of your friends."
"No," she said, with a hint of alarm in her voice; "you must not come
with me--Buckingham will kill you."
Buckingham. The name was famous in ancient English history. Its
survival, with many other illustrious names, is one of the strongest
arguments in refutal of Professor Cortoran's theory; yet it opens no
new doors to the past, and, on the whole, rather adds to than
dissipates the mystery.
"And who is Buckingham," I asked, "and why should he wish to kill me?"
"He would think that you had stolen me," she replied, "and as he wishes
me for himself, he will kill any other whom he thinks desires me. He
killed Wettin a few days ago. My mother told me once that Wettin was
my father. He was king. Now Buckingham is king."
Here, evidently, were a people slightly superior to those of the Isle
of Wight. These must have at least the rudiments of civilized
government since they recognized one among them as ruler, with the
title, king. Also, they retained the word father. The girl's
pronunciation, while far from identical with ours, was much closer than
the tortured dialect of the Eastenders of the Isle of Wight. The
longer I talked with her the more hopeful I became of finding here,
among her people, some records, or traditions, which might assist in
clearing up the historic enigma of the past two centuries. I asked her
if we were far from the city of London, but she did not know what I
meant. When I tried to explain, describing mighty buildings of stone
and brick, broad avenues, parks, palaces, and countless people, she but
shook her head sadly.
"There is no such place near by," she said. "Only the
"Are my father's guests arriving?" asked the princess.Page 6
"We believe ours the oldest inhabited city upon Barsoom.Page 14
Two new battleships had been launched at Hastor.Page 21
And in another instant was the Vanator forgotten as the lofty, scarlet tower that had marked Lesser Helium for ages crashed to ground, carrying death and demolition upon the city beneath.Page 22
If the tower was the deserted relic of a bygone age she would scarcely find food there, but there was still a chance that there might be water.Page 31
She had not thought, the night before, that she had traveled so far.Page 42
"It makes much difference who I am.Page 52
" "I cannot escape," she said.Page 64
The shining object still lured him on and when he had come closer to it his eyes went wide in surprise, for the thing they saw was.Page 72
Ghek raised his dagger above his right shoulder, took a single quick step forward, and struck.Page 124
And then O-Tar called for Ghek, and immediately the hideous kaldane was dragged before him by warriors who could not conceal the fear in which they held this creature.Page 127
"Wait!" he cried.Page 136
"My eyes are not what they once were, and I need these powerful lenses for my work, or to see distinctly the features of those around me.Page 137
"I have materials in the next room that I would have you fetch hither.Page 138
In the center of the room lay I-Gos, dead upon the floor; but Tara of Helium was nowhere to be seen.Page 140
"He cannot escape," continued the warrior.Page 144
"It is a strange request," said the keeper, "but for my friend O-Zar I would do even more, though of course--" he hesitated--"it is customary for one who would be chief to make some slight payment.Page 149
"Shade of the first jeddak!" she exclaimed.Page 160
"Save me, Turan!" she cried.Page 168
Crossing to Tara he acquainted her with his suspicion, leading her to one of the doors which they found unsecured.