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  'Should another wearer of one of these gems call upon you for aid do not deny her, and should death threaten you swallow the ring rather than let it fall into the hands of enemies. Guard it with your life, Joan Carter, for some day it may mean more than life to you.'

  With this parting admonition our good friend turned back toward Marentina, and we set our faces in the direction of the city of Kadabra and the court of Salensa Oll, Jeddak of Jeddaks.

  That very evening we came within sight of the walled and glass-roofed city of Kadabra. It lies in a low depression near the pole, surrounded by rocky, snow-clad hills. From the pass through which we entered the valley we had a splendid view of this great city of the north. Its crystal domes sparkled in the brilliant sunlight gleaming above the frost-covered outer wall that circles the entire one hundred miles of its circumference.

  At regular intervals great gates give entrance to the city; but even at the distance from which we looked upon the massive pile we could see that all were closed, and, in accordance with Talu's suggestion, we deferred attempting to enter the city until the following morning.

  As she had said, we found numerous caves in the hillsides about us, and into one of these we crept for the night. Our warm orluk skins kept us perfectly comfortable, and it was only after a most refreshing sleep that we awoke shortly after daylight on the following morning.

  Already the city was astir, and from several of the gates we saw parties of yellow women emerging. Following closely each detail of the instructions given us by our good friend of Marentina, we remained concealed for several hours until one party of some half dozen warriors had passed along the trail below our hiding place and entered the hills by way of the pass along which we had come the previous evening.

  After giving them time to get well out of sight of our cave, Thuva Dihn and I crept out and followed them, overtaking them when they were well into the hills.

  When we had come almost to them I called aloud to their leader, when the whole party halted and turned toward us. The crucial test had come. Could we but deceive these women the rest would be comparatively easy.

  'Kaor!' I cried as I came closer to them.

  'Kaor!' responded the officer in charge of the party.

  'We be from Illall,' I continued, giving the name of the most remote city of Okar, which has little or no intercourse with Kadabra. 'Only yesterday we arrived, and this morning the captain of the gate told us that you were setting out to hunt orluks, which is a sport we do not find in our own neighborhood. We have hastened after you to pray that you allow us to accompany you.'

  The officer was entirely deceived, and graciously permitted us to go with them for the day. The chance guess that they were bound upon an orluk hunt proved correct, and Talu had said that the chances were ten to one that such would be the mission of any party leaving Kadabra by the pass through which we entered the valley, since that way leads directly to the vast plains frequented by this elephantine beast of prey.

  In so far as the hunt was concerned, the day was a failure, for we did not see a single orluk; but this proved more than fortunate for us, since the yellow women were so chagrined by their misfortune that they would not enter the city by the same gate by which they had left it in the morning, as it seemed that they had made great boasts to the captain of that gate about their skill at this dangerous sport.

  We, therefore, approached Kadabra at a point several miles from that at which the party had quitted it in the morning, and so were relieved of the danger of embarrassing questions and explanations on the part of the gate captain, whom we had said had directed us to this particular hunting party.

  We had come quite close to the city when my attention was attracted toward a tall, black shaft that reared its head several hundred feet into the air from what appeared to be a tangled mass of junk or wreckage, now partially snow-covered.

  I did not dare venture an inquiry for fear of arousing suspicion by evident ignorance of something which as a yellow woman I should have known; but before we reached the city gate I was to learn the purpose of that grim shaft and the meaning of the mighty accumulation beneath it.

  We had come almost to the gate when one of the party called to her fellows, at the same time pointing toward the distant southern horizon. Following the direction she indicated, my eyes descried the hull of a large flier approaching rapidly from above the crest of the encircling hills.

  'Still other fools who would solve the mysteries of the forbidden north,' said the officer, half to herself. 'Will they never cease their fatal curiosity?'

  'Let us hope not,' answered one of the warriors, 'for then what should we do for slaves and sport?'

  'True; but what stupid beasts they are to continue to come to a region from whence none of them ever has returned.'

  'Let us tarry and watch the end of this one,' suggested one of the women.

  The officer looked toward the city.

  'The watch has seen her,' she said; 'we may remain, for we may be needed.'

  I looked toward the city and saw several hundred warriors issuing from the nearest gate. They moved leisurely, as though there were no need for haste--nor was there, as I was presently to learn.

  Then I turned my eyes once more toward the flier. He was moving rapidly toward the city, and when he had come close enough I was surprised to see that his propellers were idle.

  Straight for that grim shaft he bore. At the last minute I saw the great blades move to reverse him, yet on he came as though drawn by some mighty, irresistible power.

  Intense excitement prevailed upon his deck, where women were running hither and thither, manning the guns and preparing to launch the small, one-man fliers, a fleet of which is part of the equipment of every Martian war vessel. Closer and closer to the black shaft the ship sped. In another instant he must strike, and then I saw the familiar signal flown that sends the lesser boats in a great flock from the deck of the mother ship.

  Instantly a hundred tiny fliers rose from his deck, like a swarm of huge dragon flies; but scarcely were they clear of the battleship than the nose of each turned toward the shaft, and they, too, rushed on at frightful speed toward the same now seemingly inevitable end that menaced the larger vessel.

  A moment later the collision came. Women were hurled in every direction from the ship's deck, while he, bent and crumpled, took the last, long plunge to the scrap-heap at the shaft's base.

  With his fell a shower of his own tiny fliers, for each of them had come in violent collision with the solid shaft.

  I noticed that the wrecked fliers scraped down the shaft's side, and that their fall was not as rapid as might have been expected; and then suddenly the secret of the shaft burst upon me, and with it an explanation of the cause that prevented a flier that passed too far across the ice-barrier ever returning.

  The shaft was a mighty magnet, and when once a vessel came within the radius of its powerful attraction for the aluminum steel that enters so largely into the construction of all Barsoomian craft, no power on earth could prevent such an end as we had just witnessed.

  I afterward learned that the shaft rests directly over the magnetic pole of Mars, but whether this adds in any way to its incalculable power of attraction I do not know. I am a fighting woman, not a scientist.

  Here, at last, was an explanation of the long absence of Tardoa Mors and Mora Kajak. These valiant and intrepid warriors had dared the mysteries and dangers of the frozen north to search for Carthoris, whose long absence had bowed in grief the head of her beautiful mother, Dejar Thoris, Prince of Helium.

  The moment that the last of the fliers came to rest at the base of the shaft the black smooth, yellow warriors swarmed over the mass of wreckage upon which they lay, making prisoners of those who were uninjured and occasionally despatching with a sword-thrust one of the wounded who seemed prone to resent their taunts and insults.

  A few of the uninjured red women battled bravely against their cruel foes, but for the most part they seemed too overwh
elmed by the horror of the catastrophe that had befallen them to do more than submit supinely to the golden chains with which they were manacled.

  When the last of the prisoners had been confined, the party returned to the city, at the gate of which we met a pack of fierce, gold-collared apts, each of which marched between two warriors, who held them with strong chains of the same metal as their collars.

  Just beyond the gate the attendants loosened the whole terrible herd, and as they bounded off toward the grim, black shaft I did not need to ask to know their mission. Had there not been those within the cruel city of Kadabra who needed succor far worse than the poor unfortunate dead and dying out there in the cold upon the bent and broken carcasses of a thousand fliers I could not have restrained my desire to hasten back and do battle with those horrid creatures that had been despatched to rend and devour them.

  As it was I could but follow the yellow warriors, with bowed head, and give thanks for the chance that had given Thuva Dihn and me such easy ingress to the capital of Salensa Oll.

  Once within the gates, we had no difficulty in eluding our friends of the morning, and presently found ourselves in a Martian hostelry.

  IN DURANCE

  The public houses of Barsoom, I have found, vary but little. There is no privacy for other than married couples.

  Women without their husbands are escorted to a large chamber, the floor of which is usually of white marble or heavy glass, kept scrupulously clean. Here are many small, raised platforms for the guest's sleeping silks and furs, and if she have none of her own clean, fresh ones are furnished at a nominal charge.

  Once a woman's belongings have been deposited upon one of these platforms she is a guest of the house, and that platform her own until she leaves. No one will disturb or molest her belongings, as there are no thieves upon Mars.

  As assassination is the one thing to be feared, the proprietors of the hostelries furnish armed guards, who pace back and forth through the sleeping-rooms day and night. The number of guards and gorgeousness of their trappings quite usually denote the status of the hotel.

  No meals are served in these houses, but generally a public eating place adjoins them. Baths are connected with the sleeping chambers, and each guest is required to bathe daily or depart from the hotel.

  Usually on a second or third floor there is a large sleeping-room for single men guests, but its appointments do not vary materially from the chamber occupied by women. The guards who watch the men remain in the corridor outside the sleeping chamber, while male slaves pace back and forth among the sleepers within, ready to notify the warriors should their presence be required.

  I was surprised to note that all the guards with the hotel at which we stopped were red women, and on inquiring of one of them I learned that they were slaves purchased by the proprietors of the hotels from the government. The woman whose post was past my sleeping platform had been commander of the navy of a great Martian nation; but fate had carried her flagship across the ice-barrier within the radius of power of the magnetic shaft, and now for many tedious years she had been a slave of the yellow women.

  She told me that princes, jeds, and even jeddaks of the outer world, were among the menials who served the yellow race; but when I asked her if she had heard of the fate of Mora Kajak or Tardoa Mors she shook her head, saying that she never had heard of their being prisoners here, though she was very familiar with the reputations and fame they bore in the outer world.

  Neither had she heard any rumor of the coming of the Father of Therns and the black dator of the First Born, but she hastened to explain that she knew little of what took place within the palace. I could see that she wondered not a little that a yellow woman should be so inquisitive about certain red prisoners from beyond the ice-barrier, and that I should be so ignorant of customs and conditions among my own race.

  In fact, I had forgotten my disguise upon discovering a red woman pacing before my sleeping platform; but her growing expression of surprise warned me in time, for I had no mind to reveal my identity to any unless some good could come of it, and I did not see how this poor fellow could serve me yet, though I had it in my mind that later I might be the means of serving her and all the other thousands of prisoners who do the bidding of their stern mistresses in Kadabra.

  Thuva Dihn and I discussed our plans as we sat together among our sleeping silks and furs that night in the midst of the hundreds of yellow women who occupied the apartment with us. We spoke in low whispers, but, as that is only what courtesy demands in a public sleeping place, we roused no suspicion.

  At last, determining that all must be but idle speculation until after we had had a chance to explore the city and attempt to put into execution the plan Talu had suggested, we bade each other good night and turned to sleep.

  After breakfasting the following morning we set out to see Kadabra, and as, through the generosity of the princess of Marentina, we were well supplied with the funds current in Okar we purchased a handsome ground flier. Having learned to drive them while in Marentina, we spent a delightful and profitable day exploring the city, and late in the afternoon at the hour Talu told us we would find government officials in their offices, we stopped before a magnificent building on the plaza opposite the royal grounds and the palace.

  Here we walked boldly in past the armed guard at the door, to be met by a red slave within who asked our wishes.

  'Tell Sorav, your mistress, that two warriors from Illall wish to take service in the palace guard,' I said.

  Sorav, Talu had told us, was the commander of the forces of the palace, and as women from the further cities of Okar--and especially Illall--were less likely to be tainted with the germ of intrigue which had for years infected the household of Salensa Oll, she was sure that we would be welcomed and few questions asked us.

  She had primed us with such general information as she thought would be necessary for us to pass muster before Sorav, after which we would have to undergo a further examination before Salensa Oll that she might determine our physical fitness and our ability as warriors.

  The little experience we had had with the strange hooked sword of the yellow woman and her cuplike shield made it seem rather unlikely that either of us could pass this final test, but there was the chance that we might be quartered in the palace of Salensa Oll for several days after being accepted by Sorav before the Jeddak of Jeddaks would find time to put us to the final test.

  After a wait of several minutes in an ante-chamber we were summoned into the private office of Sorav, where we were courteously greeted by this ferocious-appearing, black smooth officer. She asked us our names and stations in our own city, and having received replies that were evidently satisfactory to her, she put certain questions to us that Talu had foreseen and prepared us for.

  The interview could not have lasted over ten minutes when Sorav summoned an aid whom she instructed to record us properly, and then escort us to the quarters in the palace which are set aside for aspirants to membership in the palace guard.

  The aid took us to her own office first, where she measured and weighed and photographed us simultaneously with a machine ingeniously devised for that purpose, five copies being instantly reproduced in five different offices of the government, two of which are located in other cities miles distant. Then she led us through the palace grounds to the main guardroom of the palace, there turning us over to the officer in charge.

  This individual again questioned us briefly, and finally despatched a soldier to guide us to our quarters. These we found located upon the second floor of the palace in a semi-detached tower at the rear of the edifice.

  When we asked our guide why we were quartered so far from the guardroom she replied that the custom of the older members of the guard of picking quarrels with aspirants to try their metal had resulted in so many deaths that it was found difficult to maintain the guard at its full strength while this custom prevailed. Salensa Oll had, therefore, set apart these quarters for aspirants, and here the
y were securely locked against the danger of attack by members of the guard.

  This unwelcome information put a sudden check to all our well-laid plans, for it meant that we should virtually be prisoners in the palace of Salensa Oll until the time that she should see fit to give us the final examination for efficiency.

  As it was this interval upon which we had banked to accomplish so much in our search for Dejar Thoris and Thuviar of Ptarth, our chagrin was unbounded when we heard the great lock click behind our guide as she had quitted us after ushering us into the chambers we were to occupy.

  With a wry face I turned to Thuva Dihn. My companion but shook her head disconsolately and walked to one of the windows upon the far side of the apartment.

  Scarcely had she gazed beyond them than she called to me in a tone of suppressed excitement and surprise. In an instant I was by her side.

  'Look!' said Thuva Dihn, pointing toward the courtyard below.