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A Graphic Interpretation of
Edgar Rice Burroughs'
A Princess of Mars
James Killian Spratt
I Learn The Language
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with the beautiful prisoner,
got a strange expression on her face,
and as we reached our building
I was met by a warrior,
bearing the arms, ornaments
and full accouterments of his kind.
These he gave me, both respectfully,
and menacingly and from then on
I was garbed in all the panoply of war;
and my language lessons intensified.
Then began my weapons training,
We were taught by the women,
I was an unusually apt pupil,
as she was being conducted
to the audience chamber
of Lorquas Ptomel, our Jed,
but I noticed the unnecessary roughness
and brutality with
which her guards treated her;
so different from the kindness
which Sola manifested toward me --
I also noticed
that she spoke a common language
with her guards.
I studied harder to learn it
The next night, just at bedtime,
one of the other women
who slept in our room
asked old Sarkoja,
who had been at the audience,
what would be the fate
of the fair captive.
She would be taken with us to Thark,
to be executed at the Great Games
before Tal Hajus, the Jeddak,
cruel ruler of all the Tharks.
My ears pricked up at mention of her,
and I listened closely --
"She is very small and very beautiful;
I had hoped that
they would hold her for ransom.
She has never harmed us;
it is their men who make war on us,
and they are just responding
to our attitude toward them!
This hatred and misery from birth to death --
it makes us glad to take the last journey,
on the dark River Iss, to an end unknown,
but which could be
no more horrible than this life!"
Her normal bad temper aroused,
Sarkoja snapped angrily,
"It would be well for you to not permit
Tars Tarkas to discover
how soft and degenerate you are!"
The other women seemed to agree...
This episode convinced me how lucky I was
to have been placed in Sola's care,
instead of one of the other women.
Then I decided to ask her
to help me escape with the prisoner.
I was sure that she liked me,
and now I knew how
she hated cruelty and barbarity.
The dreamless and refreshing sleep of Mars.
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