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What I had already seen impressed me with the fact that Tul Axtar
was entertaining no idle dream in his contemplated subjection of all
Barsoom. With but a fraction of the ships I had already seen I would
guarantee to lay waste all of Barsoom, provided my ships were armed
with disintegrating ray rifles, and I felt sure that I had seen but a
pitiful fraction of Tul Axtar's vast armament.
The sight of all these ships filled me with the direst forebodings
of calamity. If the fleet of Helium had not already arrived and been
destroyed, it certainly must be destroyed when it did arrive. No power
on earth could save it. The best that I could hope, had the fleet
already arrived, was that an encounter with the disintegrating ray
rifles of the first line might have proved sufficient warning to turn
the balance of the fleet back.
Far behind the line of battleships I could see the towers of Jahar
rising in the distance, and as we reached the vicinity of the city I
descried a fleet of the largest ships I have ever seen, resting upon
the ground just outside the city wall. These ships, which completely
encircled the city wall that was visible to us, must have been
capable of accommodating at least ten thousand men each, and from
their construction and their light armaments, I assumed them to be
transports. These, doubtless, were to carry the hordes of hungry
Jaharian warriors upon the campaign of loot and pillage that it was
planned should destroy a world.
Contemplation of this vast armada prompted me to abandon all other
plans and hasten at once to Helium, that the alarm might be spread and
plans be made to thwart the mad ambition of Tul Axtar. My mind was a
seething caldron of conflicting urges. Both duty and honor presented
conflicting demands upon me. Countless times had I risked my life to
reach Jahar for but a single purpose, and now that I had arrived I was
called upon to turn back for the fulfillment of another purpose--a
larger, a more important one, perhaps, but I am only human and so
I turned first to the rescue of the woman that I loved, determined
immediately thereafter to throw myself wholeheartedly into the
prosecution of the other enterprise that duty and inclination demanded
of me. I argued that the slight delay that would result would in no
way jeopardize the greater cause, while should I abandon Sanoma Tora
now there was little likelihood that I would ever be able to return to
Jahar to her succor.
With the great ghastly blue fleet of Jahar behind us, we topped the
city's walls and moved in the direction of the palace of the jeddak.
My plans were well formulated. I had discussed them again and again
with Tavia, who had grown up in the palace of Tul Axtar.
At her suggestion we were to maneuver the Jhama to a point directly
over the summit of a slender tower, upon which there was not room to
land the flier, but through which I could gain ingress to the palace at
a point close to the quarters of the women.
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