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Edgar Rice Burroughs' A Princess
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My worried musings were interrupted
by the arrival of the tall lady,
one of the diplomat's two assistants
and some sort of minor nobility
in her own right.
She asked me sweetly,
"Would Dotar Sojat,
slayer of the mighty banth,
escort a very big
but defenseless girl
on a short stroll along the canal?
I observe that
neither do you seem
in a mood for noisy revelry."
I liked her charming, forthright manner
and readily consented,
and with a few easy pleasantries
we stepped down the path arm in arm.
We had gone but a short distance
when it came to me to wonder
where Woola had taken himself off to,
just as he emerged
from the nearby bushes.
He leapt upon me
in his usual exuberant greeting,
much to my lovely companion's consternation,
since he was of a wild species
never domesticated by the red men.
I quickly explained that
there was nothing to fear from him,
and that he was a boon companion,
a deadly ally and most faithful friend.
She listened, fascinated,
as I recounted how
he came to be with me
and some of our adventures.
she was quite taken
with wonder at befriending
such a wild, fearsome creature.
We sat on the grassy bank of the canal,
enjoying the coolness of evening
and the moonlights on the water,
and talked for several hours.
Narona was a wealth of information
on the personages and politics
of Zodanga and the ways of her people.
Our friendship came so naturally
that she seemed strangely like Sola.
Soon the air was growing chill
and the inn would lock its doors
against the night creatures
which prowled these parts,
so I walked her back to her apartment.
She gave me her address in Zodanga
and implored me
o remain in touch if I was able.
But friendship must take a back seat to love.
I was determined to reach Helium as soon as possible to carry what news
I had of Dejah Thoris to her grandfather Tardos Mors, Jeddak of Helium.
We were ten days on the road to Zodanga.
From the moment I had come in contact with the red inhabitants of Mars
I had noticed that Woola drew a lot of unwelcome attention to me.
Fond as I was of him, I could not let his presence jeopardize my search
for my beloved Dejah Thoris.
Were one to stroll down Broadway with a
Numidian lion at his heels the effect would be similar to that which I
should have produced had I entered Zodanga with Woola. I knew that I would
have to send him away soon.
The very thought of parting
with the faithful fellow
caused me such great regret
and genuine sorrow
that I put it off
until just before I arrived
at the city gates.
But finally, it had to be done,
so I bade the poor beast
an affectionate farewell,
promising to search him out
if I came
through my adventure in safety.
He was a creature of the wild,
well able to fend for himself,
and I doubted that
he would miss me for long.
to understand me fully,
and when I pointed
in the direction of Thark
he turned sorrowfully away,
nor could I bear
to watch him go.
Heartsick but resolute,
I turned my face
her frowning walls...
The letter I bore
from the Ptor brothers
gained me immediate entrance
to the vast walled city.
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