Warlord of Mars

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The guardsmen paid not the slightest attention to their wards, for

the red men could not move over two feet from the great rings to

which they were padlocked, though each had seized a weapon upon

which he had been engaged when I entered the room, and stood ready

to join me could they have but done so.
The yellow men devoted all their attention to me, nor were they

long in discovering that the three of them were none too many to

defend the armory against John Carter. Would that I had had my own

good long-sword in my hand that day; but, as it was, I rendered a

satisfactory account of myself with the unfamiliar weapon of the

yellow man.

At first I had a time of it dodging their villainous hook-swords,

but after a minute or two I had succeeded in wresting a second

straight sword from one of the racks along the wall, and thereafter,
using it to parry the hooks of my antagonists, I felt more evenly


The three of them were on me at once, and but for a lucky circumstance

my end might have come quickly. The foremost guardsman made

a vicious lunge for my side with his hook after the three of them

had backed me against the wall, but as I sidestepped and raised my

arm his weapon but grazed my side, passing into a rack of javelins,

where it became entangled.

Before he could release it I had run him through, and then, falling

back upon the tactics that have saved me a hundred times in tight

pinches, I rushed the two remaining warriors, forcing them back

with a perfect torrent of cuts and thrusts, weaving my sword in

and out about their guards until I had the fear of death upon them.
Then one of them commenced calling for help, but it was too late

to save them.

They were as putty in my hands now, and I backed them about the

armory as I would until I had them where I wanted them--within reach

of the swords of the shackled slaves. In an instant both lay dead

upon the floor. But their cries had not been entirely fruitless,

for now I heard answering shouts and the footfalls of many men

running and the clank of accouterments and the commands of officers.

"The door! Quick, John Carter, bar the door!" cried Tardos Mors.
Already the guard was in sight, charging across the open court that

was visible through the doorway.

A dozen seconds would bring them into the tower. A single leap

carried me to the heavy portal. With a resounding bang I slammed

it shut.
"The bar!" shouted Tardos Mors.
I tried to slip the huge fastening into place, but it defied my

every attempt.

"Raise it a little to release the catch," cried one of the red men.
I could hear the yellow warriors leaping along the flagging just

beyond the door. I raised the bar and shot it to the right just

as the foremost of the guardsmen threw himself against the opposite

side of the massive panels.

The barrier held--I had been in time, but by the fraction of a

second only.

Now I turned my attention to the prisoners. To Tardos Mors I went

first, asking where the keys might be which would unfasten their

"The officer of the guard has them," replied the Jeddak of Helium,

"and he is among those without who seek entrance. You will have

to force them."
Most of the prisoners were already hacking at their bonds with the

swords in their hands. The yellow men were battering at the door

with javelins and axes.
I turned my attention to the chains that held Tardos Mors. Again

and again I cut deep into the metal with my sharp blade, but ever

faster and faster fell the torrent of blows upon the portal.
At last a link parted beneath my efforts, and a moment later Tardos

Mors was free, though a few inches of trailing chain still dangled

from his ankle.
A splinter of wood falling inward from the door announced the

headway that our enemies were making toward us.

The mighty panels trembled and bent beneath the furious onslaught

of the enraged yellow men.

What with the battering upon the door and the hacking of the red

men at their chains the din within the armory was appalling. No

sooner was Tardos Mors free than he turned his attention to another

of the prisoners, while I set to work to liberate Mors Kajak.

We must work fast if we would have all those fetters cut before

the door gave way. Now a panel crashed inward upon the floor, and

Mors Kajak sprang to the opening to defend the way until we should

have time to release the others.

With javelins snatched from the wall he wrought havoc among the

foremost of the Okarians while we battled with the insensate metal

that stood between our fellows and freedom.
At length all but one of the prisoners were freed, and then the door

fell with a mighty crash before a hastily improvised battering-ram,

and the yellow horde was upon us.
"To the upper chambers!" shouted the red man who was still fettered

to the floor. "To the upper chambers! There you may defend the

tower against all Kadabra. Do not delay because of me, who could

pray for no better death than in the service of Tardos Mors and

the Prince of Helium."
But I would have sacrificed the life of every man of us rather

than desert a single red man, much less the lion-hearted hero who

begged us to leave him.
"Cut his chains," I cried to two of the red men, "while the balance

of us hold off the foe."

There were ten of us now to do battle with the Okarian guard, and I

warrant that that ancient watchtower never looked down upon a more

hotly contested battle than took place that day within its own grim

The first inrushing wave of yellow warriors recoiled from the

slashing blades of ten of Helium's veteran fighting men. A dozen

Okarian corpses blocked the doorway, but over the gruesome barrier

a score more of their fellows dashed, shouting their hoarse and

hideous war-cry.

Upon the bloody mound we met them, hand to hand, stabbing where

the quarters were too close to cut, thrusting when we could push

a foeman to arm's length; and mingled with the wild cry of the

Okarian there rose and fell the glorious words: "For Helium! For

Helium!" that for countless ages have spurred on the bravest of the

brave to those deeds of valor that have sent the fame of Helium's

heroes broadcast throughout the length and breadth of a world.
Now were the fetters struck from the last of the red men, and

thirteen strong we met each new charge of the soldiers of Salensus

Oll. Scarce one of us but bled from a score of wounds, yet none

had fallen.

From without we saw hundreds of guardsmen pouring into the courtyard,

and along the lower corridor from which I had found my way to the

armory we could hear the clank of metal and the shouting of men.
In a moment we should be attacked from two sides, and with all

our prowess we could not hope to withstand the unequal odds which

would thus divide our attention and our small numbers.
"To the upper chambers!" cried Tardos Mors, and a moment later we

fell back toward the runway that led to the floors above.

Here another bloody battle was waged with the force of yellow men

who charged into the armory as we fell back from the doorway. Here

we lost our first man, a noble fellow whom we could ill spare; but

at length all had backed into the runway except myself, who remained

to hold back the Okarians until the others were safe above.
In the mouth of the narrow spiral but a single warrior could attack

me at a time, so that I had little difficulty in holding them all

back for the brief moment that was necessary. Then, backing slowly

before them, I commenced the ascent of the spiral.

All the long way to the tower's top the guardsmen pressed me closely.

When one went down before my sword another scrambled over the dead

man to take his place; and thus, taking an awful toll with each

few feet gained, I came to the spacious glass-walled watchtower of

Here my companions clustered ready to take my place, and for a

moment's respite I stepped to one side while they held the enemy

From the lofty perch a view could be had for miles in every direction.

Toward the south stretched the rugged, ice-clad waste to the edge

of the mighty barrier. Toward the east and west, and dimly toward

the north I descried other Okarian cities, while in the immediate

foreground, just beyond the walls of Kadabra, the grim guardian

shaft reared its somber head.

Then I cast my eyes down into the streets of Kadabra, from which

a sudden tumult had arisen, and there I saw a battle raging, and

beyond the city's walls I saw armed men marching in great columns

toward a near-by gate.

Eagerly I pressed forward against the glass wall of the observatory,

scarce daring to credit the testimony of my own eyes. But at

last I could doubt no longer, and with a shout of joy that rose

strangely in the midst of the cursing and groaning of the battling

men at the entrance to the chamber, I called to Tardos Mors.
As he joined me I pointed down into the streets of Kadabra and to

the advancing columns beyond, above which floated bravely in the

arctic air the flags and banners of Helium.
An instant later every red man in the lofty chamber had seen the

inspiring sight, and such a shout of thanksgiving arose as I warrant

never before echoed through that age-old pile of stone.
But still we must fight on, for though our troops had entered

Kadabra, the city was yet far from capitulation, nor had the palace

been even assaulted. Turn and turn about we held the top of the

runway while the others feasted their eyes upon the sight of our

valiant countrymen battling far beneath us.
Now they have rushed the palace gate! Great battering-rams are

dashed against its formidable surface. Now they are repulsed by

a deadly shower of javelins from the wall's top!
Once again they charge, but a sortie by a large force of Okarians

from an intersecting avenue crumples the head of the column, and

the men of Helium go down, fighting, beneath an overwhelming force.
The palace gate flies open and a force of the jeddak's own guard,

picked men from the flower of the Okarian army, sallies forth

to shatter the broken regiments. For a moment it looks as though

nothing could avert defeat, and then I see a noble figure upon

a mighty thoat--not the tiny thoat of the red man, but one of his

huge cousins of the dead sea bottoms.

The warrior hews his way to the front, and behind him rally the

disorganized soldiers of Helium. As he raises his head aloft to

fling a challenge at the men upon the palace walls I see his face,

and my heart swells in pride and happiness as the red warriors leap

to the side of their leader and win back the ground that they had

but just lost--the face of him upon the mighty thoat is the face

of my son--Carthoris of Helium.
At his side fights a huge Martian war-hound, nor did I need a

second look to know that it was Woola--my faithful Woola who had

thus well performed his arduous task and brought the succoring

legions in the nick of time.

"In the nick of time?"
Who yet might say that they were not too late to save, but surely

they could avenge! And such retribution as that unconquered army

would deal out to the hateful Okarians! I sighed to think that I

might not be alive to witness it.

Again I turned to the windows. The red men had not yet forced the

outer palace wall, but they were fighting nobly against the best

that Okar afforded--valiant warriors who contested every inch of

the way.
Now my attention was caught by a new element without the city wall--a

great body of mounted warriors looming large above the red men.

They were the huge green allies of Helium--the savage hordes from

the dead sea bottoms of the far south.
In grim and terrible silence they sped on toward the gate, the

padded hoofs of their frightful mounts giving forth no sound. Into

the doomed city they charged, and as they wheeled across the wide

plaza before the palace of the Jeddak of Jeddaks I saw, riding at

their head, the mighty figure of their mighty leader--Tars Tarkas,

Jeddak of Thark.

My wish, then, was to be gratified, for I was to see my old friend

battling once again, and though not shoulder to shoulder with him,

I, too, would be fighting in the same cause here in the high tower

of Okar.
Nor did it seem that our foes would ever cease their stubborn

attacks, for still they came, though the way to our chamber was

often clogged with the bodies of their dead. At times they would

pause long enough to drag back the impeding corpses, and then fresh

warriors would forge upward to taste the cup of death.

I had been taking my turn with the others in defending the approach

to our lofty retreat when Mors Kajak, who had been watching the

battle in the street below, called aloud in sudden excitement.

There was a note of apprehension in his voice that brought me to

his side the instant that I could turn my place over to another,

and as I reached him he pointed far out across the waste of snow

and ice toward the southern horizon.
"Alas!" he cried, "that I should be forced to witness cruel fate

betray them without power to warn or aid; but they be past either

As I looked in the direction he indicated I saw the cause of his

perturbation. A mighty fleet of fliers was approaching majestically

toward Kadabra from the direction of the ice-barrier. On and on

they came with ever increasing velocity.

"The grim shaft that they call the Guardian of the North is beckoning

to them," said Mors Kajak sadly, "just as it beckoned to Tardos

Mors and his great fleet; see where they lie, crumpled and broken,

a grim and terrible monument to the mighty force of destruction

which naught can resist."
I, too, saw; but something else I saw that Mors Kajak did not; in

my mind's eye I saw a buried chamber whose walls were lined with

strange instruments and devices.
In the center of the chamber was a long table, and before it sat a

little, pop-eyed old man counting his money; but, plainest of all,

I saw upon the wall a great switch with a small magnet inlaid within

the surface of its black handle.

Then I glanced out at the fast-approaching fleet. In five minutes

that mighty armada of the skies would be bent and worthless scrap,

lying at the base of the shaft beyond the city's wall, and yellow

hordes would be loosed from another gate to rush out upon the few

survivors stumbling blindly down through the mass of wreckage;

then the apts would come. I shuddered at the thought, for I could

vividly picture the whole horrible scene.
Quick have I always been to decide and act. The impulse that moves

me and the doing of the thing seem simultaneous; for if my mind

goes through the tedious formality of reasoning, it must be a

subconscious act of which I am not objectively aware. Psychologists

tell me that, as the subconscious does not reason, too close a

scrutiny of my mental activities might prove anything but flattering;

but be that as it may, I have often won success while the thinker

would have been still at the endless task of comparing various

And now celerity of action was the prime essential to the success

of the thing that I had decided upon.

Grasping my sword more firmly in my hand, I called to the red man

at the opening to the runway to stand aside.

"Way for the Prince of Helium!" I shouted; and before the astonished

yellow man whose misfortune it was to be at the fighting end of

the line at that particular moment could gather his wits together

my sword had decapitated him, and I was rushing like a mad bull

down upon those behind him.
"Way for the Prince of Helium!" I shouted as I cut a path through

the astonished guardsmen of Salensus Oll.

Hewing to right and left, I beat my way down that warrior-choked

spiral until, near the bottom, those below, thinking that an army

was descending upon them, turned and fled.
The armory at the first floor was vacant when I entered it, the

last of the Okarians having fled into the courtyard, so none saw

me continue down the spiral toward the corridor beneath.
Here I ran as rapidly as my legs would carry me toward the five

corners, and there plunged into the passageway that led to the

station of the old miser.
Without the formality of a knock, I burst into the room. There sat

the old man at his table; but as he saw me he sprang to his feet,

drawing his sword.
With scarce more than a glance toward him I leaped for the great

switch; but, quick as I was, that wiry old fellow was there before

How he did it I shall never know, nor does it seem credible that

any Martian-born creature could approximate the marvelous speed of

my earthly muscles.
Like a tiger he turned upon me, and I was quick to see why Solan

had been chosen for this important duty.

Never in all my life have I seen such wondrous swordsmanship and

such uncanny agility as that ancient bag of bones displayed. He was

in forty places at the same time, and before I had half a chance

to awaken to my danger he was like to have made a monkey of me,

and a dead monkey at that.
It is strange how new and unexpected conditions bring out unguessed

ability to meet them.

That day in the buried chamber beneath the palace of Salensus Oll

I learned what swordsmanship meant, and to what heights of sword

mastery I could achieve when pitted against such a wizard of the

blade as Solan.

For a time he liked to have bested me; but presently the latent

possibilities that must have been lying dormant within me for a

lifetime came to the fore, and I fought as I had never dreamed a

human being could fight.

That that duel-royal should have taken place in the dark recesses

of a cellar, without a single appreciative eye to witness it has

always seemed to me almost a world calamity--at least from the

viewpoint Barsoomian, where bloody strife is the first and greatest

consideration of individuals, nations, and races.
I was fighting to reach the switch, Solan to prevent me; and, though

we stood not three feet from it, I could not win an inch toward

it, for he forced me back an inch for the first five minutes of

our battle.

I knew that if I were to throw it in time to save the oncoming

fleet it must be done in the next few seconds, and so I tried my

old rushing tactics; but I might as well have rushed a brick wall

for all that Solan gave way.

In fact, I came near to impaling myself upon his point for my

pains; but right was on my side, and I think that that must give a

man greater confidence than though he knew himself to be battling

in a wicked cause.

At least, I did not want in confidence; and when I next rushed Solan

it was to one side with implicit confidence that he must turn to

meet my new line of attack, and turn he did, so that now we fought

with our sides towards the coveted goal--the great switch stood

within my reach upon my right hand.
To uncover my breast for an instant would have been to court sudden

death, but I saw no other way than to chance it, if by so doing I

might rescue that oncoming, succoring fleet; and so, in the face

of a wicked sword-thrust, I reached out my point and caught the

great switch a sudden blow that released it from its seating.
So surprised and horrified was Solan that he forgot to finish his

thrust; instead, he wheeled toward the switch with a loud shriek--a

shriek which was his last, for before his hand could touch the

lever it sought, my sword's point had passed through his heart.

But Solan's last loud cry had not been without effect, for a moment

later a dozen guardsmen burst into the chamber, though not before

I had so bent and demolished the great switch that it could not be

again used to turn the powerful current into the mighty magnet of

destruction it controlled.
The result of the sudden coming of the guardsmen had been to compel

me to seek seclusion in the first passageway that I could find,

and that to my disappointment proved to be not the one with which

I was familiar, but another upon its left.

They must have either heard or guessed which way I went, for I had

proceeded but a short distance when I heard the sound of pursuit.

I had no mind to stop and fight these men here when there was

fighting aplenty elsewhere in the city of Kadabra--fighting that

could be of much more avail to me and mine than useless life-taking

far below the palace.

But the fellows were pressing me; and as I did not know the way at

all, I soon saw that they would overtake me unless I found a place

to conceal myself until they had passed, which would then give me

an opportunity to return the way I had come and regain the tower,

or possibly find a way to reach the city streets.
The passageway had risen rapidly since leaving the apartment of

the switch, and now ran level and well lighted straight into the

distance as far as I could see. The moment that my pursuers reached

this straight stretch I would be in plain sight of them, with no

chance to escape from the corridor undetected.
Presently I saw a series of doors opening from either side of the

corridor, and as they all looked alike to me I tried the first

one that I reached. It opened into a small chamber, luxuriously

furnished, and was evidently an ante-chamber off some office or

audience chamber of the palace.
On the far side was a heavily curtained doorway beyond which I

heard the hum of voices. Instantly I crossed the small chamber,

and, parting the curtains, looked within the larger apartment.
Before me were a party of perhaps fifty gorgeously clad nobles of

the court, standing before a throne upon which sat Salensus Oll.

The Jeddak of Jeddaks was addressing them.
"The allotted hour has come," he was saying as I entered the

apartment; "and though the enemies of Okar be within her gates,

naught may stay the will of Salensus Oll. The great ceremony must

be omitted that no single man may be kept from his place in the

defenses other than the fifty that custom demands shall witness

the creation of a new queen in Okar.

"In a moment the thing shall have been done and we may return to

the battle, while she who is now the Princess of Helium looks down

from the queen's tower upon the annihilation of her former countrymen

and witnesses the greatness which is her husband's."

Then, turning to a courtier, he issued some command in a low voice.
The addressed hastened to a small door at the far end of the chamber

and, swinging it wide, cried: "Way for Dejah Thoris, future Queen

of Okar!"
Immediately two guardsmen appeared dragging the unwilling bride toward

the altar. Her hands were still manacled behind her, evidently to

prevent suicide.
Her disheveled hair and panting bosom betokened that, chained though

she was, still had she fought against the thing that they would do

to her.
At sight of her Salensus Oll rose and drew his sword, and the sword

of each of the fifty nobles was raised on high to form an arch,

beneath which the poor, beautiful creature was dragged toward her

A grim smile forced itself to my lips as I thought of the rude

awakening that lay in store for the ruler of Okar, and my itching

fingers fondled the hilt of my bloody sword.

As I watched the procession that moved slowly toward the throne--a

procession which consisted of but a handful of priests, who followed

Dejah Thoris and the two guardsmen--I caught a fleeting glimpse

of a black face peering from behind the draperies that covered the

wall back of the dais upon which stood Salensus Oll awaiting his

Now the guardsmen were forcing the Princess of Helium up the few

steps to the side of the tyrant of Okar, and I had no eyes and no

thoughts for aught else. A priest opened a book and, raising his

hand, commenced to drone out a sing-song ritual. Salensus Oll

reached for the hand of his bride.

I had intended waiting until some circumstance should give me a

reasonable hope of success; for, even though the entire ceremony

should be completed, there could be no valid marriage while I

lived. What I was most concerned in, of course, was the rescuing

of Dejah Thoris--I wished to take her from the palace of Salensus

Oll, if such a thing were possible; but whether it were accomplished

before or after the mock marriage was a matter of secondary import.
When, however, I saw the vile hand of Salensus Oll reach out for

the hand of my beloved princess I could restrain myself no longer,

and before the nobles of Okar knew that aught had happened I had

leaped through their thin line and was upon the dais beside Dejah

Thoris and Salensus Oll.
With the flat of my sword I struck down his polluting hand; and

grasping Dejah Thoris round the waist, I swung her behind me as,

with my back against the draperies of the dais, I faced the tyrant

of the north and his roomful of noble warriors.

The Jeddak of Jeddaks was a great mountain of a man--a coarse,

brutal beast of a man--and as he towered above me there, his fierce

black whiskers and mustache bristling in rage, I can well imagine

that a less seasoned warrior might have trembled before him.

With a snarl he sprang toward me with naked sword, but whether

Salensus Oll was a good swordsman or a poor I never learned; for

with Dejah Thoris at my back I was no longer human--I was a superman,

and no man could have withstood me then.

With a single, low: "For the Princess of Helium!" I ran my blade

straight through the rotten heart of Okar's rotten ruler, and before

the white, drawn faces of his nobles Salensus Oll rolled, grinning

in horrible death, to the foot of the steps below his marriage

For a moment tense silence reigned in the nuptial-room. Then the

fifty nobles rushed upon me. Furiously we fought, but the advantage

was mine, for I stood upon a raised platform above them, and I

fought for the most glorious woman of a glorious race, and I fought

for a great love and for the mother of my boy.
And from behind my shoulder, in the silvery cadence of that dear

voice, rose the brave battle anthem of Helium which the nation's

women sing as their men march out to victory.
That alone was enough to inspire me to victory over even greater

odds, and I verily believe that I should have bested the entire

roomful of yellow warriors that day in the nuptial chamber of the

palace at Kadabra had not interruption come to my aid.

Fast and furious was the fighting as the nobles of Salensus Oll

sprang, time and again, up the steps before the throne only to fall

back before a sword hand that seemed to have gained a new wizardry

from its experience with the cunning Solan.

Two were pressing me so closely that I could not turn when I heard

a movement behind me, and noted that the sound of the battle anthem

had ceased. Was Dejah Thoris preparing to take her place beside

Heroic daughter of a heroic world! It would not be unlike her to

have seized a sword and fought at my side, for, though the women

of Mars are not trained in the arts of war, the spirit is theirs,

and they have been known to do that very thing upon countless


But she did not come, and glad I was, for it would have doubled my

burden in protecting her before I should have been able to force

her back again out of harm's way. She must be contemplating some

cunning strategy, I thought, and so I fought on secure in the belief

that my divine princess stood close behind me.
For half an hour at least I must have fought there against the

nobles of Okar ere ever a one placed a foot upon the dais where I

stood, and then of a sudden all that remained of them formed below

me for a last, mad, desperate charge; but even as they advanced

the door at the far end of the chamber swung wide and a wild-eyed

messenger sprang into the room.

"The Jeddak of Jeddaks!" he cried. "Where is the Jeddak of Jeddaks?

The city has fallen before the hordes from beyond the barrier, and

but now the great gate of the palace itself has been forced and

the warriors of the south are pouring into its sacred precincts.

"Where is Salensus Oll? He alone may revive the flagging courage

of our warriors. He alone may save the day for Okar. Where is

Salensus Oll?"
The nobles stepped back from about the dead body of their ruler,

and one of them pointed to the grinning corpse.

The messenger staggered back in horror as though from a blow in

the face.

"Then fly, nobles of Okar!" he cried, "for naught can save you.

Hark! They come!"

As he spoke we heard the deep roar of angry men from the corridor

without, and the clank of metal and the clang of swords.

Without another glance toward me, who had stood a spectator of

the tragic scene, the nobles wheeled and fled from the apartment

through another exit.
Almost immediately a force of yellow warriors appeared in the

doorway through which the messenger had come. They were backing

toward the apartment, stubbornly resisting the advance of a handful

of red men who faced them and forced them slowly but inevitably

Above the heads of the contestants I could see from my elevated

station upon the dais the face of my old friend Kantos Kan. He was

leading the little party that had won its way into the very heart

of the palace of Salensus Oll.

In an instant I saw that by attacking the Okarians from the rear

I could so quickly disorganize them that their further resistance

would be short-lived, and with this idea in mind I sprang from

the dais, casting a word of explanation to Dejah Thoris over my

shoulder, though I did not turn to look at her.
With myself ever between her enemies and herself, and with Kantos

Kan and his warriors winning to the apartment, there could be no

danger to Dejah Thoris standing there alone beside the throne.
I wanted the men of Helium to see me and to know that their beloved

princess was here, too, for I knew that this knowledge would inspire

them to even greater deeds of valor than they had performed in the

past, though great indeed must have been those which won for them

a way into the almost impregnable palace of the tyrant of the north.
As I crossed the chamber to attack the Kadabrans from the rear a

small doorway at my left opened, and, to my surprise, revealed the

figures of Matai Shang, Father of Therns and Phaidor, his daughter,

peering into the room.

A quick glance about they took. Their eyes rested for a moment,

wide in horror, upon the dead body of Salensus Oll, upon the blood

that crimsoned the floor, upon the corpses of the nobles who had

fallen thick before the throne, upon me, and upon the battling

warriors at the other door.
They did not essay to enter the apartment, but scanned its every

corner from where they stood, and then, when their eyes had sought

its entire area, a look of fierce rage overspread the features

of Matai Shang, and a cold and cunning smile touched the lips of

Then they were gone, but not before a taunting laugh was thrown

directly in my face by the woman.

I did not understand then the meaning of Matai Shang's rage or

Phaidor's pleasure, but I knew that neither boded good for me.

A moment later I was upon the backs of the yellow men, and as the

red men of Helium saw me above the shoulders of their antagonists

a great shout rang through the corridor, and for a moment drowned

the noise of battle.

"For the Prince of Helium!" they cried. "For the Prince of Helium!"

and, like hungry lions upon their prey, they fell once more upon

the weakening warriors of the north.
The yellow men, cornered between two enemies, fought with the

desperation that utter hopelessness often induces. Fought as I

should have fought had I been in their stead, with the determination

to take as many of my enemies with me when I died as lay within

the power of my sword arm.
It was a glorious battle, but the end seemed inevitable, when

presently from down the corridor behind the red men came a great

body of reenforcing yellow warriors.
Now were the tables turned, and it was the men of Helium who seemed

doomed to be ground between two millstones. All were compelled to

turn to meet this new assault by a greatly superior force, so that

to me was left the remnants of the yellow men within the throneroom.

They kept me busy, too; so busy that I began to wonder if indeed

I should ever be done with them. Slowly they pressed me back into

the room, and when they had all passed in after me, one of them

closed and bolted the door, effectually barring the way against

the men of Kantos Kan.
It was a clever move, for it put me at the mercy of a dozen men

within a chamber from which assistance was locked out, and it gave

the red men in the corridor beyond no avenue of escape should their

new antagonists press them too closely.

But I have faced heavier odds myself than were pitted against me

that day, and I knew that Kantos Kan had battled his way from a

hundred more dangerous traps than that in which he now was. So it

was with no feelings of despair that I turned my attention to the

business of the moment.
Constantly my thoughts reverted to Dejah Thoris, and I longed for

the moment when, the fighting done, I could fold her in my arms,

and hear once more the words of love which had been denied me for

so many years.

During the fighting in the chamber I had not even a single chance

to so much as steal a glance at her where she stood behind me beside

the throne of the dead ruler. I wondered why she no longer urged

me on with the strains of the martial hymn of Helium; but I did not

need more than the knowledge that I was battling for her to bring

out the best that is in me.

It would be wearisome to narrate the details of that bloody struggle;

of how we fought from the doorway, the full length of the room to

the very foot of the throne before the last of my antagonists fell

with my blade piercing his heart.

And then, with a glad cry, I turned with outstretched arms to seize

my princess, and as my lips smothered hers to reap the reward that

would be thrice ample payment for the bloody encounters through

which I had passed for her dear sake from the south pole to the

The glad cry died, frozen upon my lips; my arms dropped limp and

lifeless to my sides; as one who reels beneath the burden of a

mortal wound I staggered up the steps before the throne.
Dejah Thoris was gone.

With the realization that Dejah Thoris was no longer within the

throneroom came the belated recollection of the dark face that I had

glimpsed peering from behind the draperies that backed the throne

of Salensus Oll at the moment that I had first come so unexpectedly

upon the strange scene being enacted within the chamber.
Why had the sight of that evil countenance not warned me to greater

caution? Why had I permitted the rapid development of new situations

to efface the recollection of that menacing danger? But, alas,

vain regret would not erase the calamity that had befallen.

Once again had Dejah Thoris fallen into the clutches of that

archfiend, Thurid, the black dator of the First Born. Again was

all my arduous labor gone for naught. Now I realized the cause

of the rage that had been writ so large upon the features of Matai

Shang and the cruel pleasure that I had seen upon the face of

They had known or guessed the truth, and the hekkador of the

Holy Therns, who had evidently come to the chamber in the hope of

thwarting Salensus Oll in his contemplated perfidy against the high

priest who coveted Dejah Thoris for himself, realized that Thurid

had stolen the prize from beneath his very nose.

Phaidor's pleasure had been due to her realization of what this last

cruel blow would mean to me, as well as to a partial satisfaction

of her jealous hatred for the Princess of Helium.
My first thought was to look beyond the draperies at the back of

the throne, for there it was that I had seen Thurid. With a single

jerk I tore the priceless stuff from its fastenings, and there

before me was revealed a narrow doorway behind the throne.

No question entered my mind but that here lay the opening of the

avenue of escape which Thurid had followed, and had there been it

would have been dissipated by the sight of a tiny, jeweled ornament

which lay a few steps within the corridor beyond.

As I snatched up the bauble I saw that it bore the device of the

Princess of Helium, and then pressing it to my lips I dashed madly

along the winding way that led gently downward toward the lower

galleries of the palace.

I had followed but a short distance when I came upon the room in

which Solan formerly had held sway. His dead body still lay where

I had left it, nor was there any sign that another had passed

through the room since I had been there; but I knew that two had

done so--Thurid, the black dator, and Dejah Thoris.
For a moment I paused uncertain as to which of the several exits

from the apartment would lead me upon the right path. I tried to

recollect the directions which I had heard Thurid repeat to Solan,

and at last, slowly, as though through a heavy fog, the memory of

the words of the First Born came to me:
"Follow a corridor, passing three diverging corridors upon the right;

then into the fourth right-hand corridor to where three corridors

meet; here again follow to the right, hugging the left wall closely

to avoid the pit. At the end of this corridor I shall come to a

spiral runway which I must follow down instead of up; after that

the way is along but a single branchless corridor."

And I recalled the exit at which he had pointed as he spoke.
It did not take me long to start upon that unknown way, nor did I

go with caution, although I knew that there might be grave dangers

before me.

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