The Lost Continent

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Page 80

not bend the knee to me?" continued Menelek, after she
had spoken. Victory shook her head in a most decided negation.

"You shall be my first choice, then," said the emperor. "I like your
spirit, for the breaking of it will add to my pleasure in you, and
never fear but that it shall be broken--this very night. Take her to
my apartments," and he motioned to an officer at his side.

I was surprised to see Victory follow the man off in apparent quiet
submission. I tried to follow, that I might be near her against some
opportunity to speak with her or assist in her escape. But, after I
had followed them from the throne room, through several other
apartments, and down a long corridor, I found my further progress
barred by a soldier who stood guard before a doorway through which the
officer conducted Victory.

Almost immediately the officer reappeared and started back in the
direction of the throne room. I had been hiding in a doorway after the
guard had turned me back, having taken refuge there while his back was
turned, and, as the officer approached me, I withdrew into the room
beyond, which was in darkness. There I remained for a long time,
watching the sentry before the door of the room in which Victory was a
prisoner, and awaiting some favorable circumstance which would give me
entry to her.

I have not attempted to fully describe my sensations at the moment I
recognized Victory, because, I can assure you, they were entirely
indescribable. I should never have imagined that the sight of any
human being could affect me as had this unexpected discovery of Victory
in the same room in which I was, while I had thought of her for weeks
either as dead, or at best hundreds of miles to the west, and as
irretrievably lost to me as though she were, in truth, dead.

I was filled with a strange, mad impulse to be near her. It was not
enough merely to assist her, or protect her--I desired to touch her--to
take her in my arms. I was astounded at myself. Another thing puzzled
me--it was my incomprehensible feeling of elation since I had again
seen her. With a fate worse than death staring her in the face, and
with the knowledge that I should probably die defending her within the
hour, I was still happier than I had been for weeks--and all because I
had seen again for a few brief minutes the

Last Page Next Page

Text Comparison with A Princess of Mars

Page 0
His manners were perfect, and his courtliness was that of a typical southern gentleman of the highest type.
Page 2
There were no marks of violence on the body, and with the aid of a local physician the coroner's jury quickly reached a decision of death from heart failure.
Page 6
I came upon the spot unexpectedly, finding it entirely deserted, with no signs of having been recently occupied as a camp.
Page 8
I forced water from my canteen between his dead lips, bathed his face and rubbed his.
Page 9
The back of the cave was so lost in dense shadow that I could not distinguish whether there were openings into other apartments or not.
Page 11
Late in the afternoon my horse, which had been standing with dragging rein before the cave, started slowly down the trail, evidently in search of food and water, and I was left alone with my mysterious unknown companion and the dead body of my friend, which lay just within my range of vision upon the ledge where I had placed it in the early morning.
Page 18
As the silence became painful I concluded to hazard a little conversation on my own part, as I had guessed that he was making overtures of peace.
Page 29
That he was weakening perceptibly was evident, but so also was the ape, whose struggles were growing momentarily less.
Page 47
As Lorquas Ptomel raised his eyes to address the prisoner they fell on me and he turned to Tars Tarkas with a word, and gesture of impatience.
Page 48
Together we may do still more to regenerate our dying planet.
Page 58
Be that as it may, you are not one of us; you owe us no allegiance.
Page 70
she was comfortable, and so I glanced into her chariot and rearranged her silks and furs.
Page 75
Then I knew what had blinded me at that crucial moment of the fight, and how Sarkoja had found a way to kill me without herself delivering the final thrust.
Page 88
They were quieter now, owing to the absence of man, but as they scented me they became more restless and their hideous noise increased.
Page 91
I did not rush headlong in, but listened without to assure myself that it was Dejah Thoris and that it was safe to venture within.
Page 99
Like the jed who had brought me, he was frightfully scarred, and also decorated with the breastplate of human skulls and dried dead hands which seemed to mark all the greater warriors among the Warhoons, as well as to indicate their awful ferocity, which greatly transcends even that of the Tharks.
Page 100
It soon seemed that the encounter was done saving only the final death thrust when Bar Comas slipped in breaking away from a clinch.
Page 104
A few days only elapsed, however, before we were dragged forth from our dungeon for the great games.
Page 110
"But be sure.
Page 121
to attempt the return voyage.