as he ate.
"Is it not entirely satisfying?" he asked.
"I must admit that it is," replied Carthoris. "But tell me, how
does Tario live, and the other etherealists who maintain that food
Jav scratched his head.
"That is a question we often discuss," he replied. "It is the
strongest evidence we have of the non-existence of the etherealists;
but who may know other than Komal?"
"Who is Komal?" asked Carthoris. "I heard your jeddak speak of
Jav bent low toward the ear of the Heliumite, looking fearfully
about before he spoke.
"Komal is the essence," he whispered. "Even the etherealists
admit that mind itself must have substance in order to transmit to
imaginings the appearance of substance. For if there really was
no such thing as substance it could not be suggested--what never
has been cannot be imagined. Do you follow me?"
"I am groping," replied Carthoris dryly.
"So the essence must be substance," continued Jav. "Komal is the
essence of the All, as it were. He is maintained by substance.
He eats. He eats the real. To be explicit, he eats the realists.
That is Tario's work.
"He says that inasmuch as we maintain that we alone are real we
should, to be consistent, admit that we alone are proper food for
Komal. Sometimes, as to-day, we find other food for him. He is
very fond of Torquasians."
"And Komal is a man?" asked Carthoris.
"He is All, I told you," replied Jav. "I know not how to explain
him in words that you will understand. He is the beginning and
the end. All life emanates from Komal, since the substance which
feeds the brain with imaginings radiates from the body of Komal.
"Should Komal cease to eat, all life upon Barsoom would cease to be.
He cannot die, but he might cease to eat, and, thus, to radiate."
"And he feeds upon the men and women of your belief?" cried Carthoris.
"Women!" exclaimed Jav. "There are no women in Lothar. The last
of the Lotharian females perished ages since, upon that cruel and
terrible journey across the muddy plains that fringed the half-dried
seas, when the green hordes scourged us across the world to this
our last hiding-place--our impregnable fortress of Lothar.
"Scarce twenty thousand men of all the countless millions of our
race lived to reach Lothar. Among us were no women and no children.
All these had perished by the way.
"As time went on, we, too, were dying and the race fast approaching
extinction, when the Great
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"You have demonstrated a lack of uncontaminated reasoning power.Page 59
Lashed to the gunwale close at hand a single landing leather that had not fouled the tangled mass beneath whipped free from the ship's side, the hook snapping at its outer end.Page 62
Toward the southeast of Gathol was such a country, and as Gahan surmised the direction and the velocity of the storm to have carried him somewhere in the vicinity of the country he thought he recognized, he assumed that Gathol lay behind the hills he now saw, whereas, in reality, it lay far to the northeast.Page 71
Then the sword of Ghek struck the kaldane of the remaining warrior from its rykor and Gahan ran his sword through the repulsive head.Page 75
" His tone was haughty and arrogant--the tone of a man who has commanded other men from birth, and whose will has been law.Page 89
Turan waited, listening.Page 90
It was spiral and he could see no farther than the first turn.Page 104
Again the rat charged and as Turan stepped quickly back to avoid the menacing jaws, something seemed to jerk suddenly upon his right ankle, and as he drew his left foot back to regain his equilibrium his heel caught upon a taut chain and he fell heavily backward to the floor just as the rat leaped upon his breast and sought his throat.Page 109
"Am I to be fed but once a day?" asked Ghek.Page 116
"Strange things have happened in the cell of your companion in the pits of Manator.Page 119
After torturing hours his ears were rewarded by the rattle of harness and arms.Page 137
Running rapidly to it he strove to open it, only to find that he was a prisoner.Page 143
"Your name?" asked a clerk as Turan presented himself.Page 145
The piece has the same moves and power that the Flier has in the game as played outside Manator.Page 149
Gahan of Gathol was not easily to be discouraged, but he was compelled to admit that his chances of winning the love of Tara of Helium were remote.Page 163
And so he hastened them onward through the musty corridors of the old palace where the dust of ages lay undisturbed upon the marble tiles.Page 173
There was no trace of leniency in the face of any.Page 192
Slowly Tara, surrounded by a heavy guard of honor, moved along the marble corridors filled with people.Page 197
I come only for my daughter and to free the slaves from Gathol.