And there you have the feud? Or do you? The
timing does seem suspicious, and appears to suggest a bitter rivalry and
a certain amount of poaching. Kline’s Mars novels do read a
lot like Burroughs, their styles are very similar, and it may be with justice
that he's described as the best of those working alongside Burroughs in
that particular genre.
But, let's face it. Burroughs didn't have his name stenciled
on Mars, Kline didn't own Venus. Adventure stories on both
worlds had been written long before, including a trio by Gustavus Pope
starting in 1894, which included A Journey to Mars, A Journey
to Venus and even a Pellucidar type novel.
After seven Mars novels, Burroughs was clearly running dry on Barsoom
and needed a change of pace. Venus was a chance to do something different.
The same might be said for Kline who seems to have started and finished
in Weird Tales type stuff, and was stretching his wings a bit with adventure
novels. If Jan and Tam was a Tarzan clone, Kline at least kept
them both out of Africa, in respect for Burroughs major active series,
and its not like he did an 'inner world' novel. And there doesn't
seem to be any sort of resonance in their Moon novels, which were decades
Further, the two men worked at different rates. Burroughs was
a full time writer, as we can tell from his voluminous production.
Kline had his fingers in all sorts of things and wrote part time, therefore
he tended to write much more slowly than Burroughs, accounting for his
much lower output. Given that he was working at a slower rate, the
actual timing of publication may not reflect when each started their projects
and may not actually support a feud.
The two men never met, much less had a fist fight, and the survivors
and heirs of both recall no mention of any animosity, nor is there any
written record of such animosity or competition in the letters and notes
of either men. For a decade-long-game of one upsmanship, there's
remarkably little documentary or direct evidence.
Meanwhile, Burroughs had other imitators, like Ralph Milne Farley who
wrote his 'Radio Planet' books set on Venus, and the two men were apparently
friends. And there was Roy Rockwood, who wrote an absolutely
wretched series of 'Bomba,
the Jungle Boy' books ripping off Tarzan, and we don't hear Burroughs
getting all twisted up over that. At least Kline’s books were
Richard Lupoff canvasses the matter thoroughly in his Edgar Rice
Burroughs: Master of Adventure and on this one, I'm inclined to agree
with him. The feud is at best unproven, and seems
more likely its hoopla manufactured by Editors and Publishers and supported
by genre historians like Sam Moskovitz to sell more books.
Still, its one of those things that insinuates itself into the legend
and folklore, and you can't help discussing the feud, if only to debunk
it. The feud or rivalry, whether it existed or not, was probably
good for Kline’s career and reputation, although it pigeonholed him as
a Burroughs imitator. Like it or not, there were a lot of good
pulp writers in the '30s, and not many of them are remembered today.
Kline is better remembered than most, and if he owes a bit of that to a
fictional rivalry... Well, life is full of ironies.
The final irony is that it was Burroughs who gave Kline’s books a second
lease on life well over a decade after both men had died.
In the 1960s, starting from 1962, on and lasting up to the mid-seventies
at least, there was a Burroughs explosion. Spurred partly by
the release of unpublished works, the new availability of his existing
works, by Tarzan in film and television and a science fiction adventure
boom that included Barsoom, Burroughs was hot again. As hot,
perhaps, as he'd ever been in life, and even getting critical respect and
attention. In short, anything he had done sold, even his lesser
one shot novels.
The demand and cachet of Burroughs was so great, the Kline’s books,
specifically the Mars and the Jan books went back into print.
In fact, the back covers of the copies of Swordsman of Mars and
of Mars in my possession spend as much time mentioning Burroughs (above
Kline’s name and in equally big and red letters) and his characters John
Carter and Tarzan as they do talking about Kline or his book.
The flyleafs of both books contain a piece written by the founder of the
Bibliophiles celebrating the resemblance, which is as close to an official
endorsement as a Barsoom novel as they could get. Burroughs
name is mentioned on the front of Outlaws of Mars, while on the
back of ‘Swordsman of Mars’ they mention Burroughs and not Kline’s name.
Really, it's embarrassing. The emphasis on the resemblance
to Burroughs is so pronounced that it's right up to the point of skirting
copyright infringement laws.
Unfortunately for Kline, it didn't last. Which is a shame,
because his Martian books are actually quite good. But we'll
see what the future holds. In the meantime, his works are well
worth searching out.
SWORDSMAN OF MARS
Harry Thorne wakes up, and he's not happy about that. You see,
Harry's been having a hard life, his business failed, he's unemployed and
unemployable, his wife has left him, he's got no family no friends....
So Harry felt that the sensible thing to do was end it all.
Which is why he's so surprised and displeased to be waking up.
However, instead of being in a room with padded walls, as he expects after
a failed suicide attempt, Harry finds he's in a normal bedroom, one with
a pretty nice view of a mountain valley. A Doctor Morgan joins
him and makes Harry an offer he cannot refuse: A trip to Mars.
It seems that the Doctor has made telepathic contact with a Martian
scientist, and together, they've figured out a way to send people back
and forth between the two planets.... Spiritually at least.
Basically, it involves two nearly identical men on each world switching
bodies and minds with each other.
Of course, by now it's 1933 and there was much more skepticism that
Mars was likely uninhabitable and uninhabited than there was in Percival
Lowell's time. Doctor Morgan neatly skips around this problem
by explaining that he's not sending Harry to the Mars of the present day,
but one millions of years in the past. Be that as it may, however,
their connection is real time, because a problem has come up.
It seems that the Doctor's first candidate for astral body exchange
was a Richard Boyd. Unfortunately, Boyd's gone renegade and has now
set out to conquer the planet. So the Doctor wants to solve
this problem by sending Harry Thorne to go put paid to him.
One would think that the simpler thing to do would be to let the local
Martians know that there's a world conquering Earthman on the loose.
After all, the best way to fight a house on fire isn't necessarily to burn
down the garden shed. But what the hell. Harry doesn't
have anything better to do with his life.
Off Harry goes to Mars, exchanging bodies with the awkwardly named Borgan
Thakkor. Which, together with ‘Harry Thorne’ goes to show you
that Kline could have made a living in the modern day coming up with names
for Porn stars.
Unfortunately, things don't go well. While standing around waiting
to be picked up in his new body, Harry is stung by a two-foot mosquito.
He conceals the wound but loses blood. Shortly thereafter, the man
he's been sent to kill shows up and challenges him to a duel, Harry faints.
It's apparently really bad form to back down from a duel on Mars, especially
by fainting, and it's a huge stain on Harry's honour.
nothing left for Harry but to retire in shame back to his ancestral homeland,
or his bodies ancestral homeland (practically no one knows about the switch),
a great big feudal castle called Thakkor Castle in the middle of a great
big swamp called the Thakkor Marshes. It turns out that Harry's bodies
father has just died, so it's a big to do. Around this time,
he encounters an occasional bodyguard, a feudal liege called Yirl Du (You'll
Do? Another porn name) who will keep on dropping in and out of the
novel by the strangest coincidences, but who helps keep Harry alive.
Unfortunately, flying back on large bird creatures, Harry and his companions
are waylaid by assassins. Harry's mount is almost killed, and
they both wind up in the swamp. A swamp monster spots
Harry and decides he'll make a good meal, but unfortunately, another swamp
monster has the same idea. As the two of them fight it out,
Harry dives, but his situation looks grim. Then suddenly, he's
grabbed by a third swamp monster and carried to a boat where a beautiful
woman awaits him. Her name is Thain, and it turns out she's
a good friend of Harry's body. And this is all sounding much
more pornographic than it is. Turns out the third swamp monster
is a sort of giant reptilian semi-aquatic Martian dog critter. No
mention of how many legs it has.
Thain, it turns out, is a Princess. Her Dad is Mirador Vil
(Vil is roughly equivalent to Jeddak) who used to rule Xancibar, the local
Martian city state/nation whose territories include Harry's bit of swamp.
The trouble is a few years back, a gang of rabble rousers called the Kamud
started up with talk of social reform, and before you know it, they'd eased
Mirador out of the way in the name of liberty, equality, free elections
and state ownership of property. Then they discovered that
some people were more equal than others and that elections weren't really
necessary.... And at some point, Mirador realized he'd better start
hiding out. Which is why he and his daughter are packing it
in the swamp.
But anyway, Thaine takes Harry to her cottage. There, they're
accosted by strange men about five feet tall with bright yellow skin,
mongoloid features, pipe stem arms and legs and weird armour.
After a pitched battle, in which Thaine proves herself to be quite the
swordswoman, all the little yellow men are dead.
The yellow men are Ma Gongi. Thane explains that they're
originally from Earth's Moon. It seems that the Moon was once a free
planet that tried to invade Mars. In the great war, the Martian civilization
and environment were destroyed, the moons of Mars were created somehow,
and the Moon wound up parked around Earth. It's a good story,
but apparently, there's no plot point that stands on it except that the
Ma Gongi once had superweapons and everyone hates them. Personally,
I'm skeptical. Among the Ma Gongi’s sins, as far as Thaine
is concerned, is their habit of eating the little people, who are her friends.
After spending a theoretically chaste night together, she takes him
out to walking distance of his castle and blows him a kiss.
During the morning, he notices hoarfrost on the leaves, which melt as the
sun warms them. Apparently, it gets freezing cold at nights.
Luck, is not with Harry, however. It seems that he's been declared
dead on account of reports of his fall, they've ritually scattered his
ashes, and the state has seized his property. Harry gets into a fight
with a state trooper, kills him, and the next thing you know, he's in chains
and heading for the big city on charges of impersonating a dead man, among
Harry winds up in Dukor, the capital city of Xancibar, in prison, where
he gets into a fight with a big bully of a prisoner while in line for food.
The guards, for their amusement, hand them swords to duel with, and Harry
literally carves his name into the bully. In the process, he
makes friends with a guard named Kov Lutas.
Kov Lutas then takes him to see the Dixtar (Dictator, like you didn't
figure that one out) of Xancibar, Irintz Tel, who listens to his story,
pronounces him not guilty and assigns him to guard his daughter, Neva.
And he also assigns Kov Lutas as co-bodyguard, news which turns Kove Lutas
It seems there's some weird freudian stuff going on. Neva
is a ravishing blonde beauty and her dad is kind of neurotic about the
subject of his daughter. She can't help flirting with the guards,
and he keeps executing them for falling in love with his daughter.
So being assigned to look after the Dixtar’s daughter is a death sentence.
Now, you're thinking, and I'm thinking, this is just twisted messed
up bad news. Harry's already met his Princess. Nothing
good is going to come out of this, and if he's got a brain in his head,
he's going to keep it in his pants and put a padlock on it.
Nothing doing. Harry falls straight away for her at first
sight. The two of them hit it off splendidly. Later Harry
rescues her from an assassination attempt by a Ma Gongi disguised as a
flowerpot (I'm not making this up).
A word about ethnicity. Obviously Kline couldn't make his
Martians red, but he's almost completely silent about their actual ethnic
character. They may be white, particularly since Neva is a blonde,
but then, perhaps blondeness is one of those rare recessives that an otherwise
brunette population throws up once in a while. The only other
races are the human Ma Gongi and the not human little people.
Of course, the situation is bad enough, but it turns out that Richard
Boyd in his Martian guise is engaged to Princess Neva, and he's Assistant
Dixtar, which puts him second in command of the whole state. Boyd
tries to enlist Harry in his plans to conquer Mars, Harry refuses.
There's an ugly confrontation involving Princess Neva and Boyd is tossed
into a garden pool. Then, to make matters worse, the Princess
takes Harry as her date on some ceremonial occasion.
At this point, Harry's Martian friends realize he's not going to get
himself out of this. They reappear, offering an escape plan.
But before Harry can carry through with the plan, he's lured by Princess
Neva into a clinch, and soon that freudian thing is coming down on Harry.
He flees but is captured, just before being beheaded, Princess Neva, sends
him off to the Baridium mines.
Luckily, Harry doesn't spend too much time in the mines.
His friends arrange an escape. Harry and a companion head out, crossing
the desert on ‘desert shoes’ which are sort of crosses between stilts and
pogo sticks, but wicked fun to read about. Out in the desert,
they get chased by a flightless, featherless thirty foot tall predator
bird, but manage to kill it.
Then they make it to Thakkor swamp where Harry is temporarily separated
from his companion. Luckily, Harry sees a bat chasing a big
butterfly and overcome by sympathy kills the bat. It turns
out that the butterfly is actually a three foot tall insect winged woman
with antenna. She gives Harry a ring that will release a smell that
calls for the assistance of her people, and then vanishes before his eyes.
Turns out, she's one of the ‘little people’ that Thaine has earlier told
Later, Harry wanders into a grove of big caterpillars and winds up touching
a cocoon. There's an unearthly scream, arrows are suddenly flying
past him out of nowhere, and he goes for the ring. When he
rubs it, a whole bunch of three foot insect winged warriors appear.
Seems that they can be invisible whenever they want. After
the misunderstanding is sorted out and everyone has a good laugh, they
take him to Thaine, and thereafter disappear from the plot.
Arriving at her cabin, it turns out that Princess Thane is jealous of
Princess Neva, and proves it by sticking her tongue down the back of Harry's
throat.. But there's heroing to be done, so the warrior princess
joins with Harry and his companion back to his stronghold, where they discover
that the plot has been happening without them.
Richard Boyd has been in cahoots with the Ma-Gongi, who have rediscovered
some of their old super science: Specifically, their disintegrator
ray. Armed with a few disintegrator rays, Boyd has overthrown
the Dixtar, pronounced himself Vil/Dixtar/King and turned Thakkor castle,
bodies home, into an involuntary home for political prisoners.
Of course, since the population is feudally loyal to Harry's body, he
walks in and takes over, rescuing Princess Neva, Mirador Vil, the Dixtar
as well as sundry other Martian friends.
But then Boyd gets wind of it and shows up with his disintegrators,
a small army (including Ma-Gongi) and a big bag full of cheap threats from
the discount shop. It looks like the disintegrator ray is going
to have it. Boyd gives them a day to decide to surrender, which,
all things considered, is pretty nice of him. Harry and pals
decide to go down fighting, but then the Dixtar sends out a note offering
to sneak Boyd's forces into the castle.
Harry gets wind of it, and turns the plot around. In a reverse
trojan horse, while Boyd's men infiltrate the castle, his men sneak out
a hidden passage and grab all the disintegrator guns while Boyd's taking
over the castle. Then there's a brief siege again, before the
Ma-Gongi surrender and hand over Boyd.
Boyd makes a break for it, kidnaps Thaine and heads for his secret base
of operations, with Harry in hot pursuit. There's some swinging on
a chain, Thaine fights a duel, Harry fights a duel, in the excitement,
Boyd loses his head. In the end, it all works out, when Thaine decides
she loves Kov Lutas, and Princess Neva was working on Harry's side all
OUTLAW OF MARS
Jerry Morgan, a hot headed young man who's been cashiered out of the army
on a bum rap goes to visit his uncle Doctor Morgan. The Doc
tells his nephew that he's got the deal of a lifetime. It seems that
since sending Harry Thorne to Mars, the Doctor has made contact with Venus
and made two more exchanges over there. And the contact with
Venus has allowed him to amp up the energy, allowing him to physically
teleport or astrally transport whole bodies over. No
more of this body switching. The Doc just needs one more volunteer
Of course Jerry agrees to go, and before you know it, he's on Mars.
His first act is to pass out, because he's not used to the Martian air.
Not a good start, and it gets worse. Unused to the gravity,
he accosts a young lady. Then he tries to make amends by shooting
a fierce creature that seems about to attack them. Unfortunately,
the lady is the crown princess Junia, and that creature was her favourite
Dalf. Jerry almost loses his head, but luckily, the Martian
scientist who brought him here intercedes on his behalf.
Jerry has arrived in the city of Raliad, in the Empire of Kalsifar,
which is right next door to Xancibar. We also hear mention of another
Martian state or empire called Nunt, but although it plays a role in the
plot, we don't go there.
The people of Raliad are ethnically mixed. They started
off as a black nation, were conquered by whites who eventually merged with
the population, producing a brown coloured people. Later on, another
white tribe took over, and hasn't quite been absorbed into the mix yet.
The result is that Kalsifar is mostly brown people, with a few genuine
blacks and some whites. It's also a slave-based society, and
in this novel, we actually see real slavery in action.
This may actually be a part of the reason for Kline’s current obscurity.
After all, racial politics are very touchy at the best of times, and his
depiction of a mostly white ruling class lording it over a mostly black
or brown nation is touchy. The racial politics are incorporated
into the novel itself, since one of the themes is that of the old brown
aristocracy and ruling family seeking to re-establish itself by overthrowing
the white rulers. You can see there's all sorts of political
To be fair to Kline though, it really doesn't come across that way.
His black or brown people are not presented as in any way inferior to the
whites, you can't tell one race from another by their actions, their mannerism,
their diction, etc. Basically, everyone pretty much speaks
the same way, so the language is often colour blind. Nor does
Kline go out of his way to play favourites. One of Jerry Morgan's
chief lieutenants is a black dwarf. On the other side of the
coin, a white prince, Shiev is portrayed as a dissolute wastrel.
The villain of the piece, Thoor Novil, is a brown man, but his uncle is
the white emperor. It's not his skin colour that makes him a bad
guy, it's just the fact that he's a vicious bastard. Thoor
Novil's sister, princess Nisha, has fallen in love with Jerry at first
sight, and wants to marry him, and he's mightily tempted but he's already
fallen for the white princess Junia. Oddly, race doesn't enter into
this triangle at all. So, the bottom line is that Kline is
actually fairly generous and colour blind in his depiction of a society
which nevertheless contains racial tensions.
But still, there is that black/brown/white thing. The politically
correct people do have a point in that racism and racist stereotyping was
endemic during those days, and quite often it is blatant and blatantly
offensive. Hell, I'm old enough to remember Star Wars: A
New Hope and just how blatantly offensive Jar Jar Binks, Watto and
other aliens were. Well, those days aren't as far in the past
as we'd like to think. I suspect Kline was just a little too
upfront, if he'd made his Martians blue and turquoise, there's have been
no problem (just a hint, should a publisher ever re-issue).
But anyway, moving along. Jerry immediately falls afoul
of palace politics. Here's the situation: Numin
Vil (Vil means King) runs the place. His two children are Junia
Sovil (Sovil is Princess) and Sheovil Movil (Movil is Prince), are directly
in line for the throne. But there are another couple of royals,
Thoor Movil and Nesha Sovil, who are the children of the brother of the
King and of the old brown royal line of Kalsifar. Thoor Movil
is third in line for the throne, and he's also the head of the Kalsifar
intelligence service. There's also visiting Prince, Manith
Zovil, from the neighboring state of Nunt, who is visiting.
Six royals and no waiting, always a recipe for intrigue.
Well, immediately Jerry is caught up in it. Nesha has the
hots for his bod. But he's got the hots for Junia who is far more
receptive than she has a right to be. King Numin doesn't trust Jerry
as far as he can throw him. Meanwhile, both Manith and Thoor
are also interested in Junia. Thoor figures that Junia will consolidate
his claim to the throne. Sheovil is just a weakling and an
To complicate matters, out in the boonies, there is this guy named Sarkis
the Torturer, who claims to be the reincarnation of Sarkis the Sun God,
and a warrior of prophecy destined to restore the brown race (or at least
its aristocracy and royalty) back to power, and who is causing more and
Immediately, Jerry is the victim of an assassination attempt from Thoor,
when a slave gives him poisoned wine. But Jerry realizes something
is up and doesn't drink it. From there, he's invited to a night
of gaming with the Princes. It doesn't go well, Thoor maneuvers
Jerry into a fight with the finest swordsman in the city, luckily, Jerry
is better. But then, he pisses off Sheovil.
He just wants to go sleep it off for the night when he is commanded
to attend Princess Nesha. She's naked in all the right ways
and practically climbs Jerry like a ladder. She promises to protect
him from Thoor. Jerry, the big putz, has his heart set on the
Princess whose dog he shot. Nesha flips out and scratches him up,
but then feels bad and dresses his wounds. It's a well written
passage, genuinely erotic, urgent and sensual, with a sense of real people
and real feelings.
Finally, he gets back to his quarters, when Prince Manith shows up,
covered in someone else's blood. It seems that Sheovil simply attacked
Manith out of the blue. Thoor had basically pumped up the drunken
and belligerent wastrel Prince and sent him out to toast either Manith
or Jerry, either way, Thoor comes out ahead. Unfortunately
for Sheol, Manith kills him. Jerry cleans Manith up and promises
to keep his secret, just as the guards burst in. Thoor is aching
to blame Jerry, but there's no blood and no wound. Manith goes
home to Nunt, and some piece and quiet.
Jerry is in trouble, it's just a matter of time before Thoor pins it
on him. Luckily, he's kidnapped by Nesha who dyes his skin
brown, tarts him up as one of her slaves, and sends him out of the city
to the canal building crew.
Yes, we actually get to see slaves doing hard labour, and its not fun.
We also get to glimpse canals under construction, so that's pretty cool.
And, to top it off, it becomes a minor plot point later.
Jerry's not on the crew too long though, he winds up kidnapped by Sarkis
the Torturers raiders. He defeats a warrior to win an officership
with Sarkis, but instead, gets sent to the slave execution pits anyway.
Sarkis is a mysterious guy wearing a gold mask, points if you can figure
out who is under the mask in less than three seconds.
Jerry leads an escape that night with a giant white companion, a fisherman
(so not all whites are aristocracy). His escape bird (they
travel on giant birds, two men to a bird) dies, so they wind up in a Marsh.
Jerry and his pal wander around the desert for a little while until
they come to a battle between two groups of desert tribesmen in arabic
style robes, who are riding around on giant flightless birds.
Jerry and his giant friend watch the battle, a couple of unhorsed birds
head towards them. The giant wants to grab them and vanish.
Jerry, however, sees an opportunity and leads his friend into the battle,
winning it for the tribesmen. He then convinces them that he,
not Sarkis, is the hero of prophecy....
The next couple of chapters are sadly brief, more a summary of Jerry's
rise to desert warlord than an actual depiction. Jerry gets
another friend, a black dwarf, and meanwhile, begins uniting tribes and
freeing slaves left and right. Using hit and run tactics, and
playing it very much like Laurence of Arabia, Jerry grows in fame and power
until he's a rival to Sarkis and a threat to Numin.
Sarkis sends Jerry a challenge to go one on one in the sight of their
respective armies. Jerry senses a trap but goes for it.
Sarkis sends a ringer, but Jerry kills him anyway. Then, Jerry
discovers the trap. Numin's army is coming up from behind him.
Jerry's army will be trapped between the two and destroyed.
Under cover of night, Jerry uses his forces to attack Sarkis’ camp and
finds it empty. His enemy has disappeared. Meanwhile,
Numin is bearing down, so Jerry spreads his forces and, like Laurence of
Arabia, melts into the desert. Meanwhile, Numin is in trouble.
While he was out of town, Sarkis snuck his army around back and took over.
Then they locked the doors.
Jerry, at this point, leaves his army behind, and goes into John Carter
mode, disguising himself as a brown slave, sneaking into the occupied city,
rescuing Princess Junia and giving Sarkis a good drubbing (but not, unfortunately,
killing him or removing the mask). Unfortunately, their escape
goes wrong when they hit a sandstorm. Blind and off course, they
crash in the desert and have to walk. At an oasis, Jerry has
to deal with a succession of monsters culminating in a 40 foot tall flightless
Eventually, they find their way to a stream which leads to the Thakkor
Marshes. They encounter Thaine's dog and stay at her cabin
in the swamp. They discuss going to castle Thakkor or Dukar
for help, but decide against it. Instead, they head back towards
Raliad, taking the dog with them. There's a slow boat trip on the
canal, with some more intrigue to spice it up, since there's a reward for
Junia’s return. But mostly, this is a ‘getting to know the Princess’
part of the adventure. After all, there has to be some demonstration
that there's a foundation for their love. The references to
the previous novel are nice, but not overplayed.
Jerry's idea is to return the Princess to her Dad, form an alliance,
crush Sarkis and become a son-in-law. That doesn't work,
since it turns out that Numin has instead allied with Sarkis against Jerry.
So, Jerry calls his army together, teaches them how to make bombs, hijacks
a bunch of canal building machines and invades Kalsifar, cutting through
the defenders like a chain saw through a bucket of kittens.
Jerry fights his way all the way to the throne room where Sarkis is holding
Sarkis demands safe passage, Jerry agrees, but its just a ruse.
Sarkis isn't really interested in living if he can't be god king, and he
just wants to kill Junia and Jerry. Luckily, Jerry is fast
and mean, and slowly cuts Sarkis to pieces. Turns out he's
Prince Thoor, like anyone was surprised at that. Manith Zovil
shows up with his Dad's army from Nunt, and confesses that he was the one
who killed Sheovil. Since he's got an entire army standing
behind him, and he's pals with Jerry, King Numin decides to let bygones
be bygones. Princess Nesha, who's been helping her brother
gets caught, stripped of her royalty and sold into slavery.
Jerry renounces the throne of Kalsifar, returning it to Numin, he prefers
the life of a desert nomad... Obviously, he's totally gone Laurence
of Arabia. Junia, lovestruck, chooses him over Manith, and
they live happily ever after.