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But he got no further. Carthoris guessed what he would have said, and
before the words could be uttered he had sprung forward and struck the
man across the mouth with his open palm.
Tario frothed in rage and mortification.
“And should you again affront the Princess of Ptarth,” warned the
Heliumite, “I shall forget that you wear no sword—not for ever may I
control my itching sword hand.”
Tario shrank back toward the little doorways behind the dais. He was
trying to speak, but so hideously were the muscles of his face working
that he could utter no word for several minutes. At last he managed to
articulate intelligibly.
“Die!” he shrieked. “Die!” and then he turned toward the exit at his
back.
Jav leaped forward, screaming in terror.
“Have pity, Tario! Have pity! Remember the long ages that I have served
you faithfully. Remember all that I have done for Lothar. Do not
condemn me now to the death hideous. Save me! Save me!”
But Tario only laughed a mocking laugh and continued to back toward the
hangings that hid the little doorway.
Jav turned toward Carthoris.
“Stop him!” he screamed. “Stop him! If you love life, let him not leave
this room,” and as he spoke he leaped in pursuit of his jeddak.
Carthoris followed Jav’s example, but the “last of the jeddaks of
Barsoom” was too quick for them. By the time they reached the arras
behind which he had disappeared, they found a heavy stone door blocking
their further progress.
Jav sank to the floor in a spasm of terror.
“Come, man!” cried Carthoris. “We are not dead yet. Let us hasten to
the avenues and make an attempt to leave the city. We are still alive,
and while we live we may yet endeavour to direct our own destinies. Of
what avail, to sink spineless to the floor? Come, be a man!”
Jav but shook his head.
“Did you not hear him call the guards?” he moaned. “Ah, if we could
have but intercepted him! Then there might have been hope; but, alas,
he was too quick for us.”
“Well, well,” exclaimed Carthoris impatiently. “What if he did call the
guards? There will be time enough to worry about that after they
come—at present I see no indication that they have any idea of
over-exerting themselves to obey their jeddak’s summons.”
Jav shook his head mournfully.
“You do not understand,” he said. “The guards have already come—and
gone. They have done their work and we are lost. Look to the various
exits.”
Carthoris and Thuvia turned their eyes in the direction of the several
doorways which pierced the walls of the great chamber. Each was tightly
closed by huge stone doors.
“Well?” asked Carthoris.
“We are to die the death,” whispered Jav faintly.
Further than that he would not say. He just sat upon the edge of the
jeddak’s couch and waited.
Carthoris moved to Thuvia’s side, and, standing there with naked sword,
he let his brave eyes roam ceaselessly about the great chamber, that no
foe might spring upon them unseen.
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