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Edgar Rice Burroughs' A Princess
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Diving my fleet craft at top speed
I overtook them in seconds and
rammed the sharp prow of my little flier
between the shoulders of the nearest.
The impact hurled the fellow's headless body
over his thoat to sprawl upon the moss.
The other two thoats squealed in terror
and bolted in opposite directions.
I circled and slowed
and landed at the feet
of the astonished Zodangan.
He thanked me warmly and
assured me that my rescue
would be well rewarded,
for he was none other than
a cousin of the Jeddak of Zodanga,
and I had truly saved his life.
We did not dawdle to talk,
and hastened to repair his craft
before the green men returned.
We had almost finished
when the green men came back,
but their terrified beasts
would not come close
to the strange machines,
so they dismounted and
came for us on foot with drawn longswords.
I advanced to meet the larger one--
-- and finished him with little effort.
I looked to my companion
to see that he was indeed
in desperate straits.
He was wounded and down
with the huge foot of his antagonist
upon his throat,
the great sword raised
for the final stroke.
With a bound
I cleared the fifty feet
between us and
drove my sword completely
through the green man,
The Zodangan had no mortal injuries,
and after a brief rest
we completed the repairs to his vessel.
He asserted that he was fit to pilot himself,
so together we rose
into the cloudless Martian sky,
and with no further mishap
we returned to Zodanga
at great speed.
As we neared the city
a mighty concourse of civilians and troops
assembling upon the plain before the city.
The sky was black with naval vessels
and private pleasure-craft,
flying flags and banners of gay colors,
and silk streamers of odd, picturesque designs.
signaled me to slow down,
and coming close alongside,
suggested that we approach
and watch the ceremony,
which was for
the conferring of Honors
upon individual officers and men
for bravery and
other distinguished service.
He then unfurled
his own ensign of royalty,
a little flag which he placed
upon the prow of his vessel.
we made our way
through the low-lying vessels
and took station--
the Jeddak and his staff.
I was amazed by the splendor of all
the brightly-colored trappings, banners, finery and feathers,
all of which created a startling resemblance
to a horde of red Indians of my own Earth.
Now aware of our presence hovering above
him, Than Kosis motioned for my companion to descend.
As they waited
for the troops to assemble
the two talked earnestly at some length,
Than Kosis and his staff
occasionally glancing up at me.
The last troops fell into formation
and the ceremonies began.
I watched with great interest
as an officer loudly recited
the nature of each act of heroism
and placed a metal ornament
upon the recipient.
Ten men had been so decorated
when I was astonished
to hear an aide call out
"JOHN CARTER, AIR SCOUT!"
Never in my life had I been so surprised,
but the habit of military discipline
is strong in me,
so I quickly landed my craft
and approached the officer on foot
as I had seen the others do.
The officer returned my salute
in a stentorian voice
to the entire assembly:
"In recognition, John Carter,
of your remarkable courage and skill
in defending the person
of the cousin of the Jeddak Than Kosis,
and single-handedly vanquishing
three green warriors,
it is the pleasure of our Jeddak
to confer upon you
the mark of his esteem."
At that point
the Jeddak himself, advanced
and placed the Order upon me, saying:
"My cousin told me
of your wonderful prowess,
and I have decided to appoint
you Dwar of my personal guards.
You will be quartered
in my palace hereinafter,
and join my staff
as of this moment."
and took an unobtrusive position
with the Jeddak's staff
as they carried on
with the ceremonies.
I could scarcely believe my good fortune.
After the ceremony
I returned my battered machine
to its storage dock
high upon the roof of
the Air Scout squadron barracks
and turned it in for repairs.
With an Orderly to guide me
I reported to the
Officer in Charge of the palace.
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