had watched the lights
of his flier disappear the previous night, it would be difficult
So, too, is it impossible to conjecture just what her emotions may
have been as she discerned the lights of a flier speeding rapidly
out of the distance from that very direction, as though impelled
toward her garden by the very intensity of the princess' thoughts.
She saw it circle lower above the palace until she was positive
that it but hovered in preparation for a landing.
Presently the powerful rays of its searchlight shot downward from
the bow. They fell upon the landing-stage for a brief instant,
revealing the figures of the Ptarthian guard, picking into brilliant
points of fire the gems upon their gorgeous harnesses.
Then the blazing eye swept onward across the burnished domes and
graceful minarets, down into court and park and garden to pause at
last upon the ersite bench and the girl standing there beside it,
her face upturned full toward the flier.
For but an instant the searchlight halted upon Thuvia of Ptarth,
then it was extinguished as suddenly as it had come to life. The
flier passed on above her to disappear beyond a grove of lofty
skeel trees that grew within the palace grounds.
The girl stood for some time as it had left her, except that her
head was bent and her eyes downcast in thought.
Who but Carthoris could it have been? She tried to feel anger
that he should have returned thus, spying upon her; but she found
it difficult to be angry with the young prince of Helium.
What mad caprice could have induced him so to transgress the
etiquette of nations? For lesser things great powers had gone to
The princess in her was shocked and angered--but what of the girl!
And the guard--what of them? Evidently they, too, had been so much
surprised by the unprecedented action of the stranger that they
had not even challenged; but that they had no thought to let the
thing go unnoticed was quickly evidenced by the skirring of motors
upon the landing-stage and the quick shooting airward of a long-lined
Thuvia watched it dart swiftly eastward. So, too, did other eyes
Within the dense shadows of the skeel grove, in a wide avenue
beneath o'erspreading foliage, a flier hung a dozen feet above the
ground. From its deck keen eyes watched the far-fanning searchlight
of the patrol boat. No light shone from the enshadowed craft. Upon
its deck was the silence of the tomb. Its crew of a half-dozen
He laid one hand upon his heart, the other upon the.Page 7
"Wait," he urged.Page 9
That night two swift fliers left the same palace top.Page 11
" He who had first spoken turned toward the man who squatted before the control board.Page 16
Voiceless, the soldier sank in his tracks--stone dead.Page 21
"It is wondrous work to get them both here at all, and even if we do not succeed in luring him to the ground, we shall have accomplished much.Page 27
Another banth had entered the passageway on HIS trail! His position was anything but pleasant.Page 43
They tell strange tales of cities far beyond Lothar.Page 54
And yet, as she saw him coming across the marble floor of the audience chamber of Tario of Lothar, his fine eyes filled with apprehension for her safety, his splendid figure personifying all that is finest in the fighting men of martial Mars, she could not believe that any faintest trace of perfidy lurked beneath so glorious an exterior.Page 63
He had not recognized it, however, until now that she seemed about to pass out of his existence.Page 68
For ages Tario has been bringing me into existence as he needed the services of the army of his mind.Page 70
Racing silently over the thick vegetation, not half a mile behind, came a score of fierce green.Page 77
Carthoris shrugged his broad shoulders and chose the lesser evil.Page 78
To fight, to kill, to die with cold steel buried in their vitals! Ah, that to them was Nirvana.Page 80
Can it be that you are a panthan?" Now, these wandering soldiers of fortune are common upon Barsoom, where most men love to fight.Page 85
And, look you here! Return not to Dusar without her, upon pain of death!" Astok, Prince of Dusar, well knew his royal father's temper.Page 97
In the corridor outside her prison-room two men had paused in heated argument.Page 100
From a dozen points swift patrol boats darted after her, for the scene upon the landing-stage above the palace of the Prince of Dusar had not gone unnoticed.Page 102
She can bear it better in her forward armour, and at the same time the propellers will be protected.Page 104
At the top of his lungs he voiced the savage war-cry of his forgotten day.