A Princess of Mars

The bravery of the Zodangans was awe-inspiring, not one attempted to

escape, and when the fighting ceased it was because only Tharks

remained alive in the great hall, other than Dejah Thoris and myself.

Sab Than lay dead beside his father, and the corpses of the flower of

Zodangan nobility and chivalry covered the floor of the bloody shambles.

My first thought when the battle was over was for Kantos Kan, and

leaving Dejah Thoris in charge of Tars Tarkas I took a dozen warriors

and hastened to the dungeons beneath the palace. The jailers had all

left to join the fighters in the throne room, so we searched the

labyrinthine prison without opposition.

I called Kantos Kan's name aloud in each new corridor and compartment,

and finally I was rewarded by hearing a faint response. Guided by the

sound, we soon found him helpless in a dark recess.

He was overjoyed at seeing me, and to know the meaning of the fight,

faint echoes of which had reached his prison cell. He told me that the

air patrol had captured him before he reached the high tower of the

palace, so that he had not even seen Sab Than.

We discovered that it would be futile to attempt to cut away the bars

and chains which held him prisoner, so, at his suggestion I returned to

search the bodies on the floor above for keys to open the padlocks of

his cell and of his chains.

Fortunately among the first I examined I found his jailer, and soon we

had Kantos Kan with us in the throne room.

The sounds of heavy firing, mingled with shouts and cries, came to us

from the city's streets, and Tars Tarkas hastened away to direct the

fighting without. Kantos Kan accompanied him to act as guide, the

green warriors commencing a thorough search of the palace for other

Zodangans and for loot, and Dejah Thoris and I were left alone.

She had sunk into one of the golden thrones, and as I turned to her she

greeted me with a wan smile.

"Was there ever such a man!" she exclaimed. "I know that Barsoom has

never before seen your like. Can it be that all Earth men are as you?

Alone, a stranger, hunted, threatened, persecuted, you have done in a

few short months what in all the past ages of Barsoom no man has ever

done: joined together the wild hordes of the sea bottoms and brought

them to fight as allies of a red Martian people."

"The answer is easy, Dejah Thoris," I replied smiling. "It was not I

who did it, it was love, love for Dejah Thoris, a power that would work

greater miracles than this you have seen."

A pretty flush overspread her face and she answered, "You may say that now, John Carter, and I may listen, for I am free."