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A Princess of Mars
James Killian Spratt
CHAPTER 11: With Dejah Thoris
the two female guards made as though
to take custody of Dejah Thoris again,
but she shrank against me
and folded her little hands tightly over my arm.
I waved them away, and
warned Sarkoja not to torment her again
. . . Sola would attend the captive hereafter,
and further cruelties would
"You area great chieftain now, John Carter;
I must do your bidding, and I shall gladly.
Should Lorquas Ptomel attack you,
you might kill him,
and thus become first."
I had no desire to kill Lorquas Ptomel,
and less to become Jed.
We found new quarters
with ancient beds
swinging from enormous gold chains.
The decoration of the walls
was most elaborate,
with many frescoes
portraying human figures . . .
in rapture as she gazed at
these magnificent works of art,
wrought by a people long extinct,
while Sola apparently did not see them.
We decided to use this room,
overlooking the plaza . . .
I then dispatched Sola
to bring the bedding and such food
and utensils as she might need,
telling her that I would guard
Dejah Thoris until her return.
As Sola departed,
"You are right --
I have never seen the Iss,
and the Lost Sea of Korus
is still lost, as far as I'm concerned."
"Where is this -- 'Virginia,' John Carter?"
She gazed deep into my eyes,
with a look of great concern
on her beautiful face.
I am of another world,
"Do you believe me?"
She gazed at me with troubled eyes,
long and questioningly.
Finally she said,
"Though I cannot understand,
I believe -- because I wish to believe."
Such feminine logic could not be argued,
and I could pick no flaws in it.
"You are not of Barsoom,
yet seem not of Earth, either."
Then we talked of many things. . .
with which they could see all of Earth,
in close detail,
and noted that people of Earth
covered their bodies with unsightly apparel,
while I was rightly undisfigured with such.
"You are not of Barsoom," she
and asked if we had had a visitor --
I told her no.
passed Sarkoja going down as
Dejah Thoris and I then fell
interesting facts about this
lost race of noble and kindly people.
This ancient city was supposed
to have been a center of commerce
and culture known as Korad.
It had once been
a beautiful natural harbor;
the shores of the dead sea bottoms
were dotted with
such ancient, deserted places.
The ancient Martians had been a civilized,
but the drying of the seas
had ended them,
to leave the surviving races in
a harsh struggle for
the few remaining fertile areas.
It was late afternoon, a
nd we were brought rudely back
to the present when a messenger
bearing a summons from Lorquas Ptomel
directed me to appear before him
So, bidding Dejah Thoris farewell,
I hastened to the audience chamber. . .
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