A Princess of Mars

"I do not need ask your forgiveness now, Dejah Thoris," I cried. "You

must know that my fault was of ignorance of your Barsoomian customs.

What I failed to do, through implicit belief that my petition would be

presumptuous and unwelcome, I do now, Dejah Thoris; I ask you to be my

wife, and by all the Virginian fighting blood that flows in my veins

you shall be."

"No, John Carter, it is useless," she cried, hopelessly, "I may never

be yours while Sab Than lives."

"You have sealed his death warrant, my princess--Sab Than dies."

"Nor that either," she hastened to explain. "I may not wed the man who

slays my husband, even in self-defense. It is custom. We are ruled by

custom upon Barsoom. It is useless, my friend. You must bear the

sorrow with me. That at least we may share in common. That, and the

memory of the brief days among the Tharks. You must go now, nor ever

see me again. Good-bye, my chieftain that was."

Disheartened and dejected, I withdrew from the room, but I was not

entirely discouraged, nor would I admit that Dejah Thoris was lost to

me until the ceremony had actually been performed.

As I wandered along the corridors, I was as absolutely lost in the

mazes of winding passageways as I had been before I discovered Dejah

Thoris' apartments.

I knew that my only hope lay in escape from the city of Zodanga, for

the matter of the four dead guardsmen would have to be explained, and

as I could never reach my original post without a guide, suspicion

would surely rest on me so soon as I was discovered wandering aimlessly

through the palace.

Presently I came upon a spiral runway leading to a lower floor, and

this I followed downward for several stories until I reached the

doorway of a large apartment in which were a number of guardsmen. The

walls of this room were hung with transparent tapestries behind which I

secreted myself without being apprehended.

The conversation of the guardsmen was general, and awakened no interest

in me until an officer entered the room and ordered four of the men to

relieve the detail who were guarding the Princess of Helium. Now, I

knew, my troubles would commence in earnest and indeed they were upon

me all too soon, for it seemed that the squad had scarcely left the

guardroom before one of their number burst in again breathlessly,

crying that they had found their four comrades butchered in the

antechamber.

In a moment the entire palace was alive with people. Guardsmen,

officers, courtiers, servants, and slaves ran helter-skelter through

the corridors and apartments carrying messages and orders, and

searching for signs of the assassin.

This was my opportunity and slim as it appeared I grasped it, for as a

number of soldiers came hurrying past my hiding place I fell in behind

them and followed through the mazes of the palace until, in passing

through a great hall, I saw the blessed light of day coming in through

a series of larger windows.