She looked up at me wonderingly as the warriors advanced upon us with drawn swords, for mine still hung within its scabbard at my side, and there was a smile upon my lips. I stood close to the instrument-covered wall-Dejah Thoris at my side. Prepare to die, John Carter, but that your end may be the more bitter, know that I may change my intention as to meting a merciful death to your princess-possibly she shall be preserved as a plaything for my nobles.” “When they find them,” he went on, jerking his thumb upward toward the palace above, “they will realize that the vengeance of the yellow man costs his enemies dear. “We shall have the satisfaction of a partial vengeance at least when we leave behind us here the dead and mutilated corpses of the Prince and Princess of Helium. “The author of all our misfortunes!” he cried, pointing at me. They were passing through on their way to the outside world along the corridors we had just traversed.Īt sight of us they halted in their tracks, and then an ugly smile overspread the features of their leader.
VALLEY OF OTZ BARSOOM FULL
I had been proceeding without thought of caution, for I was sure that the city and the palace were both in the hands of my friends by this time.Īnd so it was that I bolted into the chamber full into the midst of a dozen nobles of the court of Salensus Oll. Presently we came to the chamber of Solan. Of the cruel hatred of Phaidor, and the tender love of Thuvia, and of how even when despair was the darkest those two red girls had clung to the same hope and belief-that John Carter would find a way to release them. She told me, too, of the awful eternity of her imprisonment. It had been that cry that had rung in my ears all the long, weary months that I had been left in cruel doubt as to my princess’ fate for I had not known that Thuvia had wrested the blade from the daughter of Matai Shang before it had touched either Dejah Thoris or herself. Of how Phaidor had sprung upon her with uplifted dagger, and of Thuvia’s shriek as she had realized the foul intention of the thern goddess.
She told me of that last terrible moment months before when the door of her prison cell within the Temple of the Sun was slowly closing between us. Through the tunnel that had led me in pursuit of them we passed, walking slowly, for we had much to say to each other. Opening the buoyancy escape valves I permitted her to come slowly to the ground, and as she touched, Dejah Thoris and I stepped from her deck and, hand in hand, turned back across the frozen waste toward the city of Kadabra. The craft had drifted across the chasm which held the corpses of Matai Shang, Thurid, and Phaidor, and now hung above a low hill. We were helpless there in mid air above the arctic ice. The flier upon whose deck Dejah Thoris and I found ourselves after twelve long years of separation proved entirely useless.
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