A Princess of Mars

We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching

for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular

sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had

water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark;

but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can

live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which,

he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the

limited demands of the animals.

After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable

milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch

upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings. She looked up at my approach, her

face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.

"I am glad you came," she said; "Dejah Thoris sleeps and I am lonely.

Mine own people do not care for me, John Carter; I am too unlike them.

It is a sad fate, since I must live my life amongst them, and I often

wish that I were a true green Martian woman, without love and without

hope; but I have known love and so I am lost.

"I promised to tell you my story, or rather the story of my parents.

From what I have learned of you and the ways of your people I am sure

that the tale will not seem strange to you, but among green Martians it

has no parallel within the memory of the oldest living Thark, nor do

our legends hold many similar tales.

"My mother was rather small, in fact too small to be allowed the

responsibilities of maternity, as our chieftains breed principally for

size. She was also less cold and cruel than most green Martian women,

and caring little for their society, she often roamed the deserted

avenues of Thark alone, or went and sat among the wild flowers that

deck the nearby hills, thinking thoughts and wishing wishes which I

believe I alone among Tharkian women today may understand, for am I not

the child of my mother?

"And there among the hills she met a young warrior, whose duty it was

to guard the feeding zitidars and thoats and see that they roamed not

beyond the hills. They spoke at first only of such things as interest

a community of Tharks, but gradually, as they came to meet more often,

and, as was now quite evident to both, no longer by chance, they talked

about themselves, their likes, their ambitions and their hopes. She

trusted him and told him of the awful repugnance she felt for the

cruelties of their kind, for the hideous, loveless lives they must ever

lead, and then she waited for the storm of denunciation to break from

his cold, hard lips; but instead he took her in his arms and kissed her.