a huge palace that even in
decay reflected the splendour of the age which its youth had known.
Just before dawn on the third day she had been aroused by the voices
of two of her abductors.
"He should be here by dawn," one was saying. "Have her in readiness
upon the plaza--else he will never land. The moment he finds that
he is in a strange country he will turn about--methinks the prince's
plan is weak in this one spot."
"There was no other way," replied the other. "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."
Just then the speaker caught the eyes of Thuvia upon him, revealed
by the quick-moving patch of light cast by Thuria in her mad race
through the heavens.
With a quick sign to the other, he ceased speaking, and advancing
toward the girl, motioned her to rise. Then he led her out into
the night toward the centre of the great plaza.
"Stand here," he commanded, "until we come for you. We shall
be watching, and should you attempt to escape it will go ill with
you--much worse than death. Such are the prince's orders."
Then he turned and retraced his steps toward the palace, leaving
her alone in the midst of the unseen terrors of the haunted city,
for in truth these places are haunted in the belief of many Martians
who still cling to an ancient superstition which teaches that the
spirits of Holy Therns who die before their allotted one thousand
years, pass, on occasions, into the bodies of the great white apes.
To Thuvia, however, the real danger of attack by one of these
ferocious, manlike beasts was quite sufficient. She no longer
believed in the weird soul transmigration that the therns had taught
her before she was rescued from their clutches by John Carter; but
she well knew the horrid fate that awaited her should one of the
terrible beasts chance to spy her during its nocturnal prowlings.
What was that?
Surely she could not be mistaken. Something had moved, stealthily,
in the shadow of one of the great monoliths that line the avenue
where it entered the plaza opposite her!
Thar Ban, jed among the hordes of Torquas, rode swiftly across the
ochre vegetation of the dead sea-bottom toward the ruins of ancient
He had ridden far that night, and fast, for he had but come from
the despoiling of the incubator of a neighbouring green horde
They were that most dreaded of Martian creatures--great white apes of Barsoom.Page 34
Again she sought out a key upon the ring.Page 55
But I was successful, and there I hung by one hand, dragging through the branches of the higher vegetation of the gardens, while my late foemen shrieked and howled beneath me.Page 58
The great muscles which rolled beneath his glossy black hide evidently assured him that here was easy prey, not worth the trouble of drawing the dagger from his harness.Page 67
her face.Page 74
"Save me!" she whispered.Page 75
"And you! You shall be the meanest slave in the service of the goddess you have attempted to humiliate.Page 83
That his respect for me was greater than it should have been for a slave was quite apparent from the fact that during the balance of the return journey he walked or stood always behind me, a drawn short-sword in his hand.Page 86
" As I finished I raised Xodar to his feet and released him.Page 93
The amphitheatre, like all I had ever seen upon Barsoom, was built in a large excavation.Page 107
"Thus the therns are used as the principal means for collecting the wealth and labour that the First Born wrest from them as they need it.Page 108
The discipline on Omean was lax indeed.Page 122
These old familiar sounds that are so distinctive of green Martian life sent a thrill of pleasure surging through me.Page 140
Among the officers of the _Xavarian_ I thought I could discern division into factions ere we had reached Helium.Page 144
As we were seated and our guards retired to the foot of the stairway leading to the platform, he arose and called my name.Page 146
It may be the duty of the men of Helium to accept the verdict as final.Page 166
" "Wait!" said Xodar.Page 169
At almost the same instant another scout from the left flank came racing toward the flagship.Page 177
I am in time! I am in time! The words surged through my brain again and again, until at last I must have voiced them audibly, for Yersted shook his head.Page 188
"Issus! Where is Issus? Search the temple for her, but let no man harm her but John Carter.