All Story Magazine, December 1913 — page 157: what you’re looking at

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WARLORD Again Dejah Thoris wielded her heavy irons and fought him back. Then Matai Shang grasped her about the waist and dragged her away through a door leading within the tower. For an instant Thurid hesitated, and then, as though fearing that the Father of Therns would escape him with the Princess of Helium, he, too, dashed from the balcony in their wake. Phaidor alone retained her presence of mind. ‘Two of the guards she or- dered to bear away Thuvia of Ptarth; the others she commanded to remain and prevent me from following. Then she turned toward me. ‘John Carter,” she cried, “ for the last time I offer you the love of Phaidor, daughter of the Holy Hek- kador. Accept and your princess shall be returned to the court of her grand- father, and you shall live in peace and happiness. Refuse and the fate that my father has threatened shall fall upon Dejah Thoris. * You cannot save her now, for by this time they have reached a place where even you may not follow. Re- fuse and naught can save you; for, though the way to the last stronghold of the Holy ‘Therns was made easy for you, the way hence hath been made im- possible. What say you?” “You knew my answer, Phaidor,” I replied, “before ever you spoke. Make way,” I cried to the guards, “ for John Carter, Prince of Helium, would With that ] leaped over the low bal- uster that surrounded the balcony, and with drawn long-sword faced my eneniies. There were three of them; but Phaidor must have guessed what the outcome of the battle would be, for she turned and fled from the balcony the moment she saw that I would have none of her proposition. The three guardsmen did not wait for my attack. Instead, they rushed me— the three of them simultaneously; and it was that which gave me an advan- OF MARS. 867 tage, for they fouled one another in the narrow precincts of the balcony, so that the foremost of them stumbled full upon my blade at the first on- slaught. The red stain upon my point roused to its full the old blood-lust of the fighting man that has ever been so strong within my breast, so that my blade flew through the air with a swift- ness and deadly accuracy that threw the two remaining therns into wild despair. When at last the sharp steel found the heart of one of them the other turned to flee, and, guessing that his steps would lead him along the way taken by those I sought, I let him keep ever far enough ahead to think that he was safely escaping my sword. Through several inner chambers he raced until he came to a spiral runway. Up this he dashed, I in close pursuit. At the upper end we came out into a small chamber, the walls of which were blank except for a single window overlooking the slopes of Otz and the Valley of Lost Souls beyond. Here the fellow tore frantically at what appeared to be but a piece of the blank: wall oposite the single window. In an instant I guessed that it was a secret exit from the room, and so I paused that he might have an oppor- tunity to negotiate it, for I cared noth- ing to take the life of this poor servitor —all I craved was a clear road in pur- suit of Dejeh Thoris. But, try as he would, the panel would yield neither to cunning nor force, so that eventually he gave it up and turned to face me. Go thy way, thern.” I said to him, pointing toward the entrance to the run- way up which we had but just come. “TT have no quarrel with you, nor do I crave your life. Go!” For answer he sprang upon me with his sword, and so suddenly, at that, that I was like to have gone down before his first rush. So there was nothing for it but to give him what he sought, and that as quickly as might be, that I comnlicloooks.com