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she　would；　in　all　likelihood；　have　done　it　with　a　sword

thrust　or　a　movement　of　her　trigger　finger；　but　as　their

sentiments　are　mostly　atrophied　it　would　have　required　a

serious　injury　to　have　aroused　such　passions　in　them。　　Sola；

let　me　add；　was　an　exception；　I　never　saw　her　perform　a　cruel

or　uncouth　act；　or　fail　in　uniform　kindliness　and　good

nature。　　She　was　indeed；　as　her　fellow　Martian　had　said　of　her；

an　atavism；　a　dear　and　precious　reversion　to　a　former　type

of　loved　and　loving　ancestor。



Seeing　that　the　prisoner　seemed　the　center　of　attraction　I

halted　to　view　the　proceedings。　　I　had　not　long　to　wait

for　presently　Lorquas　Ptomel　and　his　retinue　of　chieftains

approached　the　building　and；　signing　the　guards　to　follow　with

the　prisoner　entered　the　audience　chamber。　　Realizing　that　I

was　a　somewhat　favored　character；　and　also　convinced　that

the　warriors　did　not　know　of　my　proficiency　in　their　language；

as　I　had　pleaded　with　Sola　to　keep　this　a　secret　on　the

grounds　that　I　did　not　wish　to　be　forced　to　talk　with　the

men　until　I　had　perfectly　mastered　the　Martian　tongue；　I

chanced　an　attempt　to　enter　the　audience　chamber　and　listen

to　the　proceedings。



The　council　squatted　upon　the　steps　of　the　rostrum；　while

below　them　stood　the　prisoner　and　her　two　guards。　　I　saw

that　one　of　the　women　was　Sarkoja；　and　thus　understood

how　she　had　been　present　at　the　hearing　of　the　preceding

day；　the　results　of　which　she　had　reported　to　the　occupants

of　our　dormitory　last　night。　　Her　attitude　toward　the　captive

was　most　harsh　and　brutal。　　When　she　held　her；　she　sunk　her

rudimentary　nails　into　the　poor　girl's　flesh；　or　twisted　her

arm　in　a　most　painful　manner。　　When　it　was　necessary　to

move　from　one　spot　to　another　she　either　jerked　her　roughly；

or　pushed　her　headlong　before　her。　　She　seemed　to　be　venting

upon　this　poor　defenseless　creature　all　the　hatred；　cruelty；

ferocity；　and　spite　of　her　nine　hundred　years；　backed　by

unguessable　ages　of　fierce　and　brutal　ancestors。



The　other　woman　was　less　cruel　because　she　was　entirely

indifferent；　if　the　prisoner　had　been　left　to　her　alone；　and

fortunately　she　was　at　night；　she　would　have　received　no

harsh　treatment；　nor；　by　the　same　token　would　she　have

received　any　attention　at　all。



As　Lorquas　Ptomel　raised　his　eyes　to　address　the　prisoner

they　fell　on　me　and　he　turned　to　Tars　Tarkas　with　a　word；

and　gesture　of　impatience。　　Tars　Tarkas　made　some　reply

which　I　could　not　catch；　but　which　caused　Lorquas　Ptomel　to

smile；　after　which　they　paid　no　further　attention　to　me。



〃What　is　your　name？〃　asked　Lorquas　Ptomel；　addressing

the　prisoner。



〃Dejah　Thoris；　daughter　of　Mors　Kajak　of　Helium。〃



〃And　the　nature　of　your　expedition？〃　he　continued。



〃It　was　a　purely　scientific　research　party　sent　out　by　my

father's　father；　the　Jeddak　of　Helium；　to　rechart　the　air

currents；　and　to　take　atmospheric　density　tests；〃　replied

the　fair　prisoner；　in　a　low；　well…modulated　voice。



〃We　were　unprepared　for　battle；〃　she　continued；　〃as　we

were　on　a　peaceful　mission；　as　our　banners　and　the　colors　of

our　craft　denoted。　　The　work　we　were　doing　was　as　much　in

your　interests　as　in　ours；　for　you　know　full　well　that　were　it

not　for　our　labors　and　the　fruits　of　our　scientific　operations

there　would　not　be　enough　air　or　water　on　Mars　to　support

a　single　human　life。　　For　ages　we　have　maintained　the　air　and

water　supply　at　practically　the　same　point　without　an

appreciable　loss；　and　we　have　done　this　in　the　face　of

the　brutal　and　ignorant　interference　of　your　green　men。



〃Why；　oh；　why　will　you　not　learn　to　live　in　amity　with

your　fellows；　must　you　ever　go　on　down　the　ages　to　your

final　extinction　but　little　above　the　plane　of　the　dumb　brutes

that　serve　you！　　A　people　without　written　language；　without

art；　without　homes；　without　love；　the　victim　of　eons　of　the

horrible　community　idea。　　Owning　everything　in　common；

even　to　your　women　and　children；　has　resulted　in　your

owning　nothing　in　common。　　You　hate　each　other　as　you　hate

all　else　except　yourselves。　　Come　back　to　the　ways　of　our

common　ancestors；　come　back　to　the　light　of　kindliness

and　fellowship。　　The　way　is　open　to　you；　you　will　find　the

hands　of　the　red　men　stretched　out　to　aid　you。　　Together　we

may　do　still　more　to　regenerate　our　dying　planet。　　The　grand…

daughter　of　the　greatest　and　mightiest　of　the　red　jeddaks　has

asked　you。　　Will　you　come？〃



Lorquas　Ptomel　and　the　warriors　sat　looking　silently　and

intently　at　the　young　woman　for　several　moments　after　she

had　ceased　speaking。　　What　was　passing　in　their　minds　no

man　may　know；　but　that　they　were　moved　I　truly　believe；

and　if　one　man　high　among　them　had　been　strong　enough

to　rise　above　custom；　that　moment　would　have　marked　a

new　and　mighty　era　for　Mars。



I　saw　Tars　Tarkas　rise　to　speak；　and　on　his　face　was　such

an　expression　as　I　had　never　seen　upon　the　countenance　of　a

green　Martian　warrior。　　It　bespoke　an　inward　and　mighty

battle　with　self；　with　heredity；　with　age…old　custom；　and

as　he　opened　his　mouth　to　speak；　a　look　almost　of　benignity；

of　kindliness；　momentarily　lighted　up　his　fierce　and　terrible

countenance。



What　words　of　moment　were　to　have　fallen　from　his　lips

were　never　spoken；　as　just　then　a　young　warrior；　evidently

sensing　the　trend　of　thought　among　the　older　men；　leaped

down　from　the　steps　of　the　rostrum；　and　striking　the　frail

captive　a　powerful　blow　across　the　face；　which　felled　her　to

the　floor；　placed　his　foot　upon　her　prostrate　form　and　turning

toward　the　assembled　council　broke　into　peals　of　horrid；

mirthless　laughter。



For　an　instant　I　thought　Tars　Tarkas　would　strike　him

dead；　nor　did　the　aspect　of　Lorquas　Ptomel　augur　any　too

favorably　for　the　brute；　but　the　mood　passed；　their　old　selves

reasserted　their　ascendency；　and　they　smiled。　　It　was　portentous

however　that　they　did　not　laugh　aloud；　for　the　brute's　act

constituted　a　side…splitting　witticism　according　to　the

ethics　which　rule　green　Martian　humor。



That　I　have　taken　moments　to　write　down　a　part　of　what

occurred　as　that　blow　fell　does　not　signify　that　I　remained

inactive　for　any　such　length　of　time。　　I　think　I　must　have

sensed　something　of　what　was　coming；　for　I　realize　now　that

I　was　crouched　as　for　a　spring　as　I　saw　the　blow　aimed　at

her　beautiful；　upturned；　pleading　face；　and　ere　the　hand

descended　I　was　halfway　across　the　hall。



Scarcely　had　his　hideous　laugh　rang　out　but　once；　when

I　was　upon　him。　　The　brute　was　twelve　feet　in　height　and

armed　to　the　teeth；　but　I　believe　that　I　could　have　accounted

for　the　whole　roomful　in　the　terrific　intensity　of　my　rage。

Springing　upward；　I　struck　him　full　in　the　face　as　he　turned

at　my　warning　cry　and　then　as　he　drew　his　short…sword　I

drew　mine　and　sprang　up　again　upon　his　breast；　hooking　one

leg　over　the　butt　of　his　pistol　and　grasping　one　of　his　huge

tusks　with　my　left　hand　while　I　delivered　blow　after　blow

upon　his　enormous　chest。



He　could　not　use　his　short…sword　to　advantage　because　I

was　too　close　to　him；　nor　could　he　draw　his　pistol；　which

he　attempted　to　do　in　direct　opposition　to　Martian　custom

which　says　that　you　may　not　fight　a　fellow　warrior　in

private　combat　with　any　other　than　the　weapon　with　which　you

are　attacked。　　In　fact　he　could　do　nothing　but　make　a　wild

and　futile　attempt　to　dislodge　me。　　With　all　his　immense　bulk

he　was　little　if　any　stronger　than　I；　and　it　was　but　the　matter

of　a　moment　or　two　before　he　sank；　bleeding　and　lifeless；

to　the　floor。



Dejah　Thoris　had　raised　herself　upon　one　elbow　and　was

watching　the　battle　with　wide；　staring　eyes。　　When　I　had

regained　my　feet　I　raised　her　in　my　arms　and　bore　her　to

one　of　the　benches　at　the　side　of　the　room。



Again　no　Martian　interfered　with　me；　and　tearing　a　piece

of　silk　from　my　cape　I　endeavored　to　staunch　the　flow　of

blood　from　her　nostrils。　　I　was　soon　successful　as　her

injuries　amounted　to　little　more　than　an　ordinary　nosebleed；

and　when　she　could　speak　she　placed　her　hand　upon　my

arm　and　looking　up　into　my　eyes；　said：



〃Why　did　you　do　it？　　You　who　refused　me　even　friendly　recognition

in　the　first　hour　of　my　peril！　　And　now　you　risk　your　life　and

kill　one　of　your　companions　for　my　sake。　　I　cannot　understand。

What　strange　manner　of　man　are　you；　that　you　consort　with　the

green　men；　though　your　form　is　that　of　my　race；　while　your　color

is　little　darker　than　that　of　the　white　ape？　　Tell　me；　are　you

human；　or　are　you　more　than　human？〃



〃It　is　a　strange　tale；〃　I　replied；　〃too　long　to　attempt　to　tell

you　now；　and　one　which　I　so　much　doubt　the　credibility　of　myself

that　I　fear　to　hope　that　others　will　believe　it。　　Suffice　it；

for　the　present；　that　I　am　your　friend；　and；　so　far　as　our

captors　will　permit；　your　protector　and　your　servant。〃



〃Then　you　too　are　a　prisoner？　　But　why；　then；　those　arms

and　the　regalia　of　a　Tharkian　chief