but first give me the strange thing that rendered you invisible in my
palace."
The cloak of invisibility! How had he learned of that? Who could have
told him? There seemed but one explanation, but every fiber of my
being shrank even from considering it. I had rolled it up into a small
ball and tucked it into the bottom of my pocket pouch, its sheer silk
permitting it to be compressed into a very small space. He took the gag
from my mouth.
"When you return to your palace at Jahar," I said, "look upon the floor
beneath the window in the apartment that was occupied by Sanoma Tora.
If you find it there you are welcome to it. As far as I am concerned it
has served its purpose well."
"Why did you leave it there?" he demanded.
"I was in a great hurry when I quit the palace and accidents will
happen." I will admit that my lie may not have been very clever, but
neither was Tul Axtar and he was deceived by it.
Grumbling, he opened one of the keel hatches and very unceremoniously
dropped me through it. Fortunately the ship lay close to the ground
and I was not injured. Next he lowered Tavia to my side, and then he,
himself, descended to the ground. Stooping, he cut the bonds that
secured Tavia's wrists.
"I shall keep the other," he said. "She pleases," and somehow I knew
that he meant Phao. "This one looks like a man and I swear that she
would be as easy to subdue as a she-banth. I know the type. I shall
leave her with you." It was evident that he had not recognized Tavia as
one of the former occupants of the women's quarters in his palace and I
was glad that he had not.
He re-entered the Jhama, but before he closed the hatch he spoke to
us again. "I shall drop your weapons when we are where you cannot use
them against me and you may thank the future Jeddara of Jahar for the
clemency I have shown you!"
Slowly the Jhama rose. Tavia was removing the cords from her ankles and
when she was free she came and fell to work upon the bonds that secured
me, but I was too dazed, too crushed by the blow that had been struck
me to realize any other fact than that Sanoma Tora, the woman I loved,
had betrayed me, for I fully realized now what any one but a fool would
have guessed before--that Tul Axtar had bribed her to set him free by
the promise that he would make her Jeddara of Jahar.
Well, her ambition would be fulfilled, but at what a hideous cost.
Never, if she lived for a thousand years could she look upon herself or
her act with aught but contempt and loathing, unless she was far more
degraded than I could possibly believe. No; she would suffer, of that I
was sure; but that thought gave me no pleasure. I loved her and I could
not even now wish her unhappiness.
As I sat there on the ground, my head bowed in misery, I felt a soft
arm steal about my shoulders and a tender voice spoke close to my ear.
"My poor Hadron!"
That was all; but those few words embodied such a wealth of sympathy
and understanding that, like some miraculous balm, they soothed the
agony of my tortured heart.
No one but Tavia could have spoken them. I turned and taking one of her
little hands in mine, I pressed it to my lips. "Loved friend," I said.
"Thanks be to all my ancestors that it was not you."
I do not know what made me say that. The words seemed to speak
themselves without my volition, and yet when they were spoken there
came to me a sudden realization of the horror that I would have felt
had it been Tavia who had betrayed me. I could not even contemplate it
without an agony of pain. Impulsively I took her in my arms.
"Tavia," I cried, "promise me that you will never desert me. I could
not live without you."
She put her strong, young arms about my neck and clung to me. "Never
this side of death," she whispered, and then she tore herself from me
and I saw that she was weeping.
What a friend! I knew that I could never again love a woman, but what
cared I for that if I could have Tavia's friendship for life.
"We shall never part again, Tavia," I said. "If our ancestors are kind
and we are permitted to return to Helium, you shall find a home in the
house of my father and a mother in my mother."
She dried her eyes and looked at me with a strange wistful expression
that I could not fathom, and then, through her tears, she smiled--that
odd, quizzical little smile that I had seen before and that I did
not understand any more than I understood a dozen of her moods and
expressions, which made her so different from other girls and which, I
think, helped to attract me toward her. Her characteristics lay not all
upon the surface--there were depths and under-currents which one might
not easily fathom. Sometimes when I expected her to cry, she laughed;
and when I thought that she should be happy, she wept, but she never
wept as I have seen other women weep--never hysterically, for Tavia
never lost control of herself, but quietly as though from a full heart
rather than from over-wrought nerves, and through her tears there might
burst a smile at the end.
I think that Tavia was quite the most wonderful girl that I have ever
known and as I had come to know her better and see more of her, I had
grown to realize that despite her attempt at mannish disguise to which
she still clung, she was quite the most beautiful girl that I had ever
seen. Her beauty was not like that of Sanoma Tora, but as she looked
up into my face now the realization came to me quite suddenly, and for
what reason I do not know, that the beauty of Tavia far transcended
that of Sanoma Tora because of the beauty of the soul that, shining
through her eyes, transfigured her whole countenance.
Tul Axtar, true to his promise, dropped our weapons through a lower
hatch of the Jhama and as we buckled them on we listened to the rapidly
diminishing sound of the propellers of the departing craft. We were
alone and on foot in a strange and, doubtless, an unhospitable country.
"U-Gor!" I said. "I have never heard of it. Have you, Tavia?"
"Yes," she said. "This is one of the outlying provinces of Jahar. Once
it was a rich and thriving agricultural country, but as it fell beneath
the curse of Tul Axtar's mad ambition for manpower, the population grew
to such enormous proportions that U-Gor could not support its people.
Then cannibalism started. It began justly with the eating of the
officials that Tul Axtar had sent to enforce his cruel decrees. An army
was dispatched to subdue the province, but the people were so numerous
that they conquered the army and ate the warriors. By this time their
farms were ruined. They had no seed and they had developed a taste for
human flesh. Those who wished to till the ground were set upon by
bands of roving men and devoured. For a hundred years they have been
feeding upon one another until now it is no longer a populace province,
but a wasteland inhabited by roving bands, searching for one another
that they may eat."
I shuddered at her recital. It was obvious that we must escape this
accursed place as rapidly as possible. I asked Tavia if she knew the
location of U-Gor and she told me that it lay southeast of Jahar, about
a thousand haads and about two thousand haads southwest of Xanator.
I saw that it would be useless to attempt to reach Helium from here.
Such a journey on foot, if it could be accomplished at all, would
require years. The nearest friendly city toward which we could turn
was Gathol, which I estimated lay some seven thousand haads almost due
north. The possibility of reaching Gathol seemed remote in the extreme,
but it was our only hope and so we turned our faces toward the north
and set out upon our long and seemingly hopeless journey toward the
city of my mother's birth.
The country about us was rolling, with here and there a range of low
hills, while far to the north I could see the outlines of higher hills
against the horizon. The land was entirely denuded of all but noxious
weeds, attesting the grim battle for survival waged by its unhappy
people. There were no reptiles; no insects; no birds--all had been
devoured during the century of misery that had lain upon the land.
As we plodded onward through this desolate and depressing waste, we
tried to keep up one another's spirit as best we could and a hundred
times I had reason to give thanks that it was Tavia who was my
companion and no other.
What could I have done under like circumstances burdened with Sanoma
Tora? I doubt that she could have walked a dozen haads, while Tavia
swung along at my side with the lithe grace of perfect health and
strength. It takes a good man to keep up with me on a march, but Tavia
never lagged; nor did she show signs of fatigue more quickly than I.
"We are well matched, Tavia," I said.
"I had thought of that--a long time ago," she said quietly.
We continued on until almost dusk without seeing a sign of any living
thing and were congratulating ourselves upon our good fortune when
Tavia glanced back, as one of us often did.
She touched my arm and nodded toward the rear. "They come!" she said
simply.
I looked back and saw three figures upon our trail. They were too far
away for me to be able to do more than identify them as human beings.
It was evident that they had seen us and they were closing the distance
between us at a steady trot.
"What shall we do?" asked Tavia. "Stand and fight, or try to elude them
until night falls?"
"We shall do neither," I said. "We shall elude them now without
exerting ourselves in the least."
"How?" she asked.
"Through the inventive genius of Phor Tak, and the compound of
invisibility that I filched from him."
"Splendid!" exclaimed Tavia. "I had forgotten your cloak. With it we
should have no difficulty in eluding all dangers between here and
Gathol."
I opened my pocket pouch and reached in to withdraw the cloak. It was
gone! As was the vial containing the remainder of the compound. I
looked at Tavia and she must have read the truth in my expression.
"You have lost it?" she asked.
"No, it has been stolen from me," I replied.
She came again and laid her hand upon my arm in sympathy and I knew
that she was thinking what I was thinking, that it could have been none
other than Sanoma Tora who had stolen it.
I hung my head. "And to think that I jeopardized your safety, Tavia, to
save such as she."
"Do not judge her hastily," she said. "We cannot know how sorely she
may have been tempted, or what threats were used to turn her from the
path of honor. Perhaps she is not as strong as we."
"Let us not speak of her," I said. "It is a hideous sensation, Tavia,
to feel love turned to hatred."
She pressed my arm. "Time heals all hurts," she said, "and some day you
will find a woman worthy of you, if such a one exists."
I looked down at her. "If such a one exists," I mused, but she
interrupted my meditation with a question.
"Shall we fight or run, Hadron of Hastor?" she demanded.
"I should prefer to fight and die," I replied, "but I must think of
you, Tavia."
"Then we shall remain and fight," she said; "but, Hadron, you must not
die."
There was a note of reproach in her tone that did not escape me and I
was ashamed of myself for having seemed to forget the great debt that I
owed her for her friendship.
"I am sorry," I said. "Tavia, I could not wish to die while you live."
"That is better," she said. "How shall we fight? Shall I stand upon
your right or upon your left?"
"You shall stand behind me, Tavia," I told her. "While my hand can hold
a sword, you will need no other defense."
"A long time ago, after we first met," she said, "you told me that we
should be comrades in arms. That means that we fight together, shoulder
to shoulder, or back to back. I hold you to your word, Tan Hadron of
Hastor."
I smiled, and, though I felt that I could fight better alone than with
a woman at my side, I admired her courage. "Very well," I said; "fight
at my right, for thus you will be between two swords."
The three upon our trail had approached us so closely by this time that
I could discern what manner of creatures they were and I saw before me
naked savages with tangled, unkempt hair, filthy bodies and degraded
faces. The wild light in their eyes, their snarling lips exposing
yellow fangs, their stealthy, slinking carriage gave them more the
appearance of wild beasts than men.
They were armed with swords which they carried in their hands, having
neither harness nor scabbard. They halted at a short distance from us,
eyeing us hungrily, and doubtless they were hungry for their flabby
bellies suggested that they went often empty and were then gorged
when meat fell to their lot in sufficient quantities. Tonight these
three had hoped to gorge themselves; I could see it in their eyes.
They whispered together in low tones for a few minutes and then they
separated and circled us. It was evident that they intended to rush us
from different points simultaneously.
"We'll carry the battle to them, Tavia," I whispered. "When they have
taken their positions around us, I shall give the word and then I shall
rush the one in front of me and try to dispatch him before the others
can set upon us. Keep close beside me so that they cannot cut you off."
"Shoulder to shoulder until the end," she said.
XV
THE BATTLE OF JAHAR
Glancing across my shoulder I saw that the two circling to our rear
were already further away from us than he who stood facing us and
realizing that the unexpectedness of our act would greatly enhance the
chances of success, I gave the word.
"Now, Tavia," I whispered, and together we leaped forward at a run
straight for the naked savage facing us.
It was evident that he had not expected this and it was also evident
that he was a slow witted beast, for as he saw us coming his lower jaw
dropped and he just stood there, waiting to receive us; whereas if he
had had any intelligence he would have fallen back to give his fellows
time to attack us from the rear.
As our swords crossed I heard a savage growl from behind, such a growl
as might issue from the throat of a wild beast. From the corner of my
eye I saw Tavia glance back and then before I could realize what she
intended, she sprang forward and ran her sword through the body of the
man in front of me as he lunged at me with his own weapon, and now,
wheeling together, we faced the other two who were running rapidly
toward us and I can assure you that it was with a feeling of infinite
relief that I realized that the odds were no longer so greatly against
us.
As the two engaged us, I was handicapped at first by the necessity of
constantly keeping an eye upon Tavia, but not for long.
In an instant I realized that a master hand was wielding that blade.
Its point wove in and out past the clumsy guard of the savage and I
knew, and I guessed he must have sensed, that his life lay in the
hollow of the little hand that gripped the hilt. Then I turned my
attention to my own antagonist.
These were not the best swordsmen that I have ever met, but they were
far from being poor swordsmen. Their defense, however, far excelled
their offense and this, I think, was due to two things, natural
cowardice and the fact that they usually hunted in packs, which far
outnumbered the quarry. Thus a good defense only was required, since
the death blow might always be struck from behind by a companion of the
one who engaged the quarry from in front.
Never before had I seen a woman fight and I should have thought that I
should have been chagrined to have one fighting at my side, but instead
I felt a strange thrill that was partly pride and partly something else
that I could not analyze.
At first, I think, the fellow facing Tavia did not realize that she
was a woman, but he must have soon as the scant harness of Barsoom
hides little and certainly did not hide the rounded contours of Tavia's
girlish body. Perhaps, therefore, it was surprise that was his undoing,
or possibly when he discovered her sex he became overconfident, but at
any rate Tavia slipped her point into his heart just an instant before
I finished my man.
I cannot say that we were greatly elated over our victory. Each of us
felt compassion for the poor creatures who had been reduced to their
horrid state by the tyranny of cruel Tul Axtar, but it had been their
lives or ours and we were glad that it had not been ours.
As a matter of precaution I took a quick look about us as the last
of our antagonists fell and I was glad that I had, for I immediately
discerned three creatures crouching at the top of a low hill not far
distant.
"We are not done yet, Tavia," I said. "Look!" and pointed in the
direction of the three.
"Perhaps they do not care to share the fate of their fellows," she
said. "They are not approaching."
"They can have peace if they want it as far as I am concerned," I
said. "Come, let us go on. If they follow us, then will be time enough
to consider them."
As we walked on toward the north we glanced back occasionally and
presently we saw the three rise and come down the hill toward the
bodies of their slain fellows, and as they did so we saw that they were
women and that they were unarmed.
When they realized that we were departing and had no intention of
attacking them, they broke into a run and, uttering loud, uncanny
shrieks, raced madly toward the corpses.
"How pathetic," said Tavia sadly. "Even these poor degraded creatures
possess human emotions. They, too, can feel sorry at the loss of loved
ones."
"Yes," I said. "Poor things, I am sorry for them."
Fearing that in the frenzy of their grief they might attempt to avenge
their fallen mates, we kept a close eye upon them or we might not have
witnessed the horrid sequel of the fray. I wish that we had not.
When the three women reached the corpses they fell upon them, but not
with weeping and lamentation--they fell upon them to devour them.
Sickened, we turned away and walked rapidly toward the north until long
after darkness had descended.
We felt that there was little danger of attack at night since there
were no savage beasts in a country where there was nothing to support
them and also that it was reasonable to assume that the hunting men
would be abroad by day rather than by night, since at night they would
be far less able to find quarry or follow it.
I suggested to Tavia that we rest for a short time and then push on for
the balance of the night, find a place of concealment early in the day
and remain there until night had fallen again, as I was sure that if we
followed this plan we would make better time and suffer less exhaustion
by traveling through the cool hours of darkness and at the same time
would greatly minimize the danger of discovery and attack by whatever
hostile people lay between us and Gathol.
Tavia agreed with me and so we rested for a short time, taking turns at
sleeping and watching.
Later we pushed on and I am sure that we covered a great distance
before dawn, though the high hills to the north of us still looked as
far away as they had upon the previous day.
We now set about searching for some comfortable place of concealment
where we might spend the daylight hours. Neither of us was suffering
to any extent from either hunger or thirst, as the ancients would have
done under like circumstances, for with the gradual diminution of water
and vegetable matter upon Mars during countless ages all her creatures
have by a slow process of evolution been enabled to go for long periods
without either food or drink and we have also learned so to control
our minds that we do not think of food or drink until we are able to
procure it, which doubtless greatly assists us in controlling the
cravings of our appetite.
After considerable search we found a deep and narrow ravine which
seemed a most favorable place in which to hide, but, scarcely had we
entered it, when I chanced to see two eyes looking down upon us from
the summit of one of the ridges that flanked it. As I looked, the head
in which the eyes were set was withdrawn below the summit.
"That puts an end to this place," I said to Tavia, telling her what I
had seen. "We must move on and look for a new sanctuary."
As we emerged from the ravine at its upper end I glanced back, and
again I saw the creature looking at us and once again he tried to hide
himself from us. As we moved on I kept glancing back and occasionally
I would see him--one of the hunting men of U-Gor. He was stalking us
as the wild beast stalks its prey. The very thought of it filled me
with disgust. Had he been a fighting man stalking us merely to kill, I
should not have felt as I did, but the thought that he was stealthily
trailing us because he desired to devour us was repellent--it was
horrifying.
Hour after hour the thing kept upon our trail; doubtless he feared
to attack because we outnumbered him, or perhaps he thought we might
become separated, or lie down to sleep or do one of the number of
things that travelers might do that would give him the opportunity
he sought, but after awhile he must have given up hope. He no longer
sought to conceal himself from us and once, as he mounted a low hill,
he stood there silhouetted against the sky and throwing his head back,
he gave voice to a shrill, uncanny cry that made the short hairs upon
my neck stand erect. It was the hunting cry of the wild beast calling
the pack to the kill.
I could feel Tavia shudder and press more closely to me and I put my
arm about her in a gesture of protection, and thus we walked on in
silence for a long time.
Twice again the creature voiced his uncanny cry until at last it was
answered ahead of us and to the right.
Again we were forced to fight, but this time only two, and when we
pushed on again it was with a feeling of depression that I could not
shake off--depression for the utter hopelessness of our situation.
At the summit of a higher hill than we had before crossed, I halted.
Some tall weeds grew there. "Let us lie down here, Tavia," I said.
"From here we can watch; let us be the watchers for a while. Sleep, and
when night comes we shall move on."
She looked tired and that worried me, but I think she was suffering
more from the nervous strain of the eternal stalking than from physical
fatigue. I know that it affected me and how much more might it affect
a young girl than a trained fighting man. She lay very close to me, as
though she felt safer thus and was soon asleep, while I watched.
From this high vantage point I could see a considerable area of country
about us and it was not long before I detected figures of men prowling
about like hunting banths and often it was apparent that one was
stalking another. There were at least a half dozen such visible to me
at one time. I saw one overtake his prey and leap upon it from behind.
They were at too great a distance from me for me to discern accurately
the details of the encounter, but I judged that the stalker ran his
sword through the back of his quarry and then, like a hunting banth, he
fell upon his kill and devoured it. I do not know that he finished it,
but he was still eating when darkness fell.
Tavia had had a long sleep and when she awoke she reproached me for
having permitted her to sleep so long and insisted that I must sleep.
From necessity I have learned to do with little sleep when conditions
are such that I cannot spare the time, though I always make up for it
later, and I have also learned to limit my sleep to any length of time
that I choose, so that now I awoke promptly when my allotted time had
elapsed and again we set out toward far Gathol.
Again this night, as upon the preceding one, we moved unmolested
through the horrid land of U-Gor and when morning dawned we saw the
high hills rising close before us.
"Perhaps these hills mark the northern limits of U-Gor," I suggested.
"I think they do," replied Tavia.
"They are only a short distance away now," I said; "let us keep on
until we have passed them. I cannot leave this accursed land behind me
too soon."
"Nor I," said Tavia. "I sicken at the thought of what I have seen."
We had crossed a narrow valley and were entering the hills when we
heard the hateful hunting cry behind us. Turning, I saw a single man
moving across the valley toward us. He knew that I had seen him, but he
kept steadily on, occasionally stopping to voice his weird scream. He
heard an answer come from the east and then another and another from
different directions. We hastened onward, climbing the low foothills
that led upward toward the summit far above, and as we looked back we
saw the hunting men converging upon us from all sides. We had never
seen so many of them at one time before.
"Perhaps if we get well up into the mountains we can elude them," I
said.
Tavia shook her head. "At least we have made a good fight, Hadron," she
said.