lifeless, existing only in the
imaginations of our enemies. It is really our giant minds that
defend us, sending out legions of imaginary warriors to materialize
before the mind's eye of the foe.
"They see them--they see their bows drawn back--they see their
slender arrows speed with unerring precision toward their hearts.
And they die--killed by the power of suggestion."
"But the archers that are slain?" exclaimed Carthoris. "You call
them deathless, and yet I saw their dead bodies piled high upon
the battlefield. How may that be?"
"It is but to lend reality to the scene," replied Jav. "We picture
many of our own defenders killed that the Torquasians may not guess
that there are really no flesh and blood creatures opposing them.
"Once that truth became implanted in their minds, it is the theory
of many of us, no longer would they fall prey to the suggestion
of the deadly arrows, for greater would be the suggestion of the
truth, and the more powerful suggestion would prevail--it is law."
"And the banths?" questioned Carthoris. "They, too, were but
creatures of suggestion?"
"Some of them were real," replied Jav. "Those that accompanied
the archers in pursuit of the Torquasians were unreal. Like the
archers, they never returned, but, having served their purpose,
vanished with the bowmen when the rout of the enemy was assured.
"Those that remained about the field were real. Those we loosed
as scavengers to devour the bodies of the dead of Torquas. This
thing is demanded by the realists among us. I am a realist. Tario
is an etherealist.
"The etherealists maintain that there is no such thing as
matter--that all is mind. They say that none of us exists, except
in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible,
"According to Tario, it is but necessary that we all unite in
imagining that there are no dead Torquasians beneath our walls,
and there will be none, nor any need of scavenging banths."
"You, then, do not hold Tario's beliefs?" asked Carthoris.
"In part only," replied the Lotharian. "I believe, in fact I know,
that there are some truly ethereal creatures. Tario is one, I am
convinced. He has no existence except in the imaginations of his
"Of course, it is the contention of all us realists that all
etherealists are but figments of the imagination. They contend
that no food is necessary, nor do they eat; but any one of the most
rudimentary intelligence must realize that food is a necessity to
creatures having actual existence."
Once more I tried my hand at the wheel, but I might as well have essayed to swing the earth itself.Page 11
"But for that, David, I might believe that we were indeed come to the country beyond the Styx.Page 12
"My God, Perry, where are we?" I exclaimed.Page 17
From tree to tree the agile creatures sprang like flying squirrels, while the cold sweat stood upon my brow as I glimpsed the depths beneath, into which a single misstep on the part of either of my bearers would hurl me.Page 28
And the girl? At first she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes, and then she dropped her head, her face half averted, and a delicate flush suffused her cheek.Page 38
"Why, Perry," I exclaimed, "you and I may reclaim a whole world! Together we can lead the races of men out of.Page 41
When the band had exhausted its repertory it took wing and settled upon the rocks above and behind the queen.Page 55
In the center of one side the largest rock was reserved for the queen, and here she took her place surrounded by her terrible guard.Page 69
" "You would return to captivity?" cried Ja.Page 70
I was sorry to part with Ja, for I had come to like him very much indeed.Page 71
"Where else might I go?" I asked.Page 73
"And what will they do with me there?" I persisted.Page 74
" To my surprise they returned me to the same building in which I had been confined with Perry and Ghak before my escape.Page 83
The guard stepped before me and pointing to my bleeding foot spoke to me in the sign language which these two races employ as a means of communication.Page 84
Our only hope, he said, lay in reaching his tribe which was quite strong enough in their.Page 90
past the mouth of the cave, where I no longer could see those fearful flaming eyes, but an instant later I caught sight of the fiendish face of a Sagoth as it warily advanced beyond the cliff's turn on the far side of the cave's mouth.Page 95
tip of the shaft rested upon the thumb of my left hand, and then as the great creature darted toward us I let drive straight for that tough breast.Page 101
Here we ate in silence.Page 102
He was so ugly that women ran away from him--some have even thrown themselves from the cliffs of Amoz into the Darel Az rather than mate with the Ugly One.Page 105
your ways--I doubt if I do now.