All Story Magazine, December 1913 — page 153: what you’re looking at

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WARLORD back and forth, snapping at my legs and harness, until [ thought that he was mad, and finally when I pushed him from me and started once more to ascend he grasped my sword arm be- tween his jaws and dragged me back. No amount of scolding or cuffing would suffice to make him release me, and I was entirely at the mercy of his brute strength unless I cared to use my dagger upon him with my left hand; but, mad or no, I had not the heart to run the sharp blade into that faithful body. Down into the chamber he dragged me, and across it to the side opposite that at which we had entered. Here was another doorway leading into a corridor which ran directly down a steep incline. Without a moment's hesitation Woola jerked me along this rocky passage. Presently he stopped and released me, standing between me and the way we had come, looking up into ‘my face as though to ask if T would now fol- low him yoluntarily or if he must still resort to force. Looking ruefully at the marks of his great teeth upon my bare arm I de- cided to do as he seemed to wish me to do, After all, his strange instinct might be more dependable than my faulty human judgment. And well it was that I had been forced to follow him. But a short dis- tance from the circular chamber we came suddenly into a brilliantly light- ed labyrinth of crystal glass partitioned passages. At first I thought it was one vast, unbroken chaniber. so clear and trans- parent were the walls of the winding corridors, but after I had nearly brained myself a couple of times by attempting to pass through solid vit- reous walls I went more carefully. We had proceeded but a few yards along the corridor. that had given us entrance to this strange maze when Woola gave mouth to a most frightful roar, at the same time dashing against the clear partition at our left. OF MARS. 863 The resounding echoes of that fear- some cry were still reverberating through the subterranean chambers when I saw the thing that had startled it from the faithful beast. Far in the distance, dimly through the many thicknesses of intervening crystal, as in a haze that made them seem unreal and ghostly, I discerned the figures of eight people—three fe males and five men. At the same instant, evidently start- led by Woola’s fierce ery, they halted and looked about. ‘Then, of a sudden, one of them, a woman, held her arms out toward me, and even at that great distance I could see that her lips moved —it was Dejah Thoris, my ever beauti- ful and ever youthful Princess of He- lium. With her were Thuvia of Ptarth, Phaidor, daughter of Matai Shang, and Thurid, and the Father of Therns, and the three lesser therns that had ac- companied them. Thurid shook his fist at me, and then two of the therns grasped Dejah Tho- ris and Thuvia roughly by their arms and hurried them on. A moment later they had disappeared into a stone cor- ridor beyond the labyrinth of glass. They say that love is blind; but so great a love as that of Dejah Thoris that knew me even beneath the thern disguise I wore and across the misty vista of that crystal maze must indeed be far from blind. CHAPTER IV. THE SECRET TOWER, I HAVE no stomach to narrate the monotonous events of the tedious days that Woola and I spent ferreting our way across the labyrinth of glass, through the dark and devious ways be- yond that led beneath the Valley Dor and Golden Cliffs to emerge at last upon the flank of the Otz Mountains just above the Valley of Lost Souls— that pitiful purgatory peopled by the poor uniortunates who dare not con- comicloooks.com