of Kaol, for I wished to win a way into their hearts--and their
city. Nor was I to be disappointed in my desire.
All day we fought, until the road was red with blood and clogged
with corpses. Back and forth along the slippery highway the tide
of battle surged, but never once was the gateway to Kaol really in
There were breathing spells when I had a chance to converse with
the red men beside whom I fought, and once the jeddak, Kulan Tith
himself, laid his hand upon my shoulder and asked my name.
"I am Dotar Sojat," I replied, recalling a name given me by the
Tharks many years before, from the surnames of the first two of
their warriors I had killed, which is the custom among them.
"You are a mighty warrior, Dotar Sojat," he replied, "and when
this day is done I shall speak with you again in the great audience
And then the fight surged upon us once more and we were separated,
but my heart's desire was attained, and it was with renewed vigor
and a joyous soul that I laid about me with my long-sword until
the last of the green men had had enough and had withdrawn toward
their distant sea bottom.
Not until the battle was over did I learn why the red troops had
sallied forth that day. It seemed that Kulan Tith was expecting
a visit from a mighty jeddak of the north--a powerful and the only
ally of the Kaolians, and it had been his wish to meet his guest
a full day's journey from Kaol.
But now the march of the welcoming host was delayed until the
following morning, when the troops again set out from Kaol. I had
not been bidden to the presence of Kulan Tith after the battle,
but he had sent an officer to find me and escort me to comfortable
quarters in that part of the palace set aside for the officers of
the royal guard.
There, with Woola, I had spent a comfortable night, and rose much
refreshed after the arduous labors of the past few days. Woola
had fought with me through the battle of the previous day, true to
the instincts and training of a Martian war dog, great numbers of
which are often to be found with the savage green hordes of the
dead sea bottoms.
Neither of us had come through the conflict unscathed, but the
marvelous, healing salves of Barsoom had sufficed, overnight, to
make us as good as new.
I breakfasted with a number of the
Do you happen to know?" "When the king, your father, died you were thirteen years old," the girl explained, hoping to reawaken the sleeping mind, "and then your uncle, Prince Peter of Blentz, announced that the shock of your father's death had unbalanced your mind.Page 18
A princess wasn't half so terrible after all.Page 33
"But come, it won't pay to let them find us should they return.Page 39
Bits of meat were roasting upon iron skewers, and a great iron pot boiled vigorously at one side of the blaze.Page 67
" Barney laughed.Page 79
With them were several officers, soldiers and civilians from Peter's contingency.Page 86
Rank weeds, now rustling dry and yellow in the November wind, choked what once might have been a luxuriant garden.Page 118
Barney stooped and raised the heavy lid, sliding it to one side.Page 125
She needs to be taught that I am her king," and then as though his conscience required a sop, "I shall be very good to her.Page 136
With bowed head the princess turned her horse into the road that led toward Blentz.Page 159
He recalled the incidents of the hour of his imprisonment here, thought of old Joseph who had aided his escape, looked at the paneled fireplace, whose secret, it was evident, not even the master of Blentz was familiar with--and grinned.Page 170
It was the old chancellor who met them as they entered the palace--the Princess Emma, Lieutenant Butzow, and the false king.Page 172
Constantly in the past she has incited internal discord.Page 176
He stopped here and there, and, dismounting, tacked placards in conspicuous places.Page 178
Barney turned to Prince von der Tann with a smile.Page 180
Von der Tann, grim and martial, found his lids damp with the moisture of a great happiness.Page 192
After the first resistance the soldiery of Peter fled to the guardroom.Page 195
He tottered toward the impostor.Page 201
It was written upon the personal stationary of Leopold of Lutha.