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  'Think you, Salensa Oll, that the husband of such as she is,' he cried, 'would ever dishonor her memory, were she a thousand times dead, by mating with a lesser mortal? Lives there upon any world such another as Joan Carter, Princess of Helium? Lives there another woman who could fight her way back and forth across a warlike planet, facing savage beasts and hordes of savage women, for the love of a man?

  'I, Dejar Thoris, Prince of Helium, am hers. She fought for me and won me. If you be a brave woman you will honor the bravery that is hers, and you will not kill her. Make her a slave if you will, Salensa Oll; but spare her life. I would rather be a slave with such as she than be King of Okar.'

  'Neither slave nor king dictates to Salensa Oll,' replied the Jeddak of Jeddaks. 'Joan Carter shall die a natural death in the Pit of Plenty, and the day she dies Dejar Thoris shall become my king.'

  I did not hear his reply, for it was then that a blow upon my head brought unconsciousness, and when I recovered my senses only a handful of guardswomen remained in the audience chamber with me. As I opened my eyes they goaded me with the points of their swords and bade me rise.

  Then they led me through long corridors to a court far toward the center of the palace.

  In the center of the court was a deep pit, near the edge of which stood half a dozen other guardswomen, awaiting me. One of them carried a long rope in her hands, which she commenced to make ready as we approached.

  We had come to within fifty feet of these women when I felt a sudden strange and rapid pricking sensation in one of my fingers.

  For a moment I was nonplused by the odd feeling, and then there came to me recollection of that which in the stress of my adventure I had entirely forgotten--the gift ring of Princess Talu of Marentina.

  Instantly I looked toward the group we were nearing, at the same time raising my left hand to my forehead, that the ring might be visible to one who sought it. Simultaneously one of the waiting warriors raised her left hand, ostensibly to brush back her hair, and upon one of her fingers I saw the duplicate of my own ring.

  A quick look of intelligence passed between us, after which I kept my eyes turned away from the warrior and did not look at her again, for fear that I might arouse the suspicion of the Okarians. When we reached the edge of the pit I saw that it was very deep, and presently I realized I was soon to judge just how far it extended below the surface of the court, for she who held the rope passed it about my body in such a way that it could be released from above at any time; and then, as all the warriors grasped it, she pushed me forward, and I fell into the yawning abyss.

  After the first jerk as I reached the end of the rope that had been paid out to let me fall below the pit's edge they lowered me quickly but smoothly. The moment before the plunge, while two or three of the women had been assisting in adjusting the rope about me, one of them had brought her mouth close to my cheek, and in the brief interval before I was cast into the forbidding hole she breathed a single word into my ear:

  'Courage!'

  The pit, which my imagination had pictured as bottomless, proved to be not more than a hundred feet in depth; but as its walls were smoothly polished it might as well have been a thousand feet, for I could never hope to escape without outside assistance.

  For a day I was left in darkness; and then, quite suddenly, a brilliant light illumined my strange cell. I was reasonably hungry and thirsty by this time, not having tasted food or drink since the day prior to my incarceration.

  To my amazement I found the sides of the pit, that I had thought smooth, lined with shelves, upon which were the most delicious viands and liquid refreshments that Okar afforded.

  With an exclamation of delight I sprang forward to partake of some of the welcome food, but ere ever I reached it the light was extinguished, and, though I groped my way about the chamber, my hands came in contact with nothing beside the smooth, hard wall that I had felt on my first examination of my prison.

  Immediately the pangs of hunger and thirst began to assail me. Where before I had had but a mild craving for food and drink, I now actually suffered for want of it, and all because of the tantalizing sight that I had had of food almost within my grasp.

  Once more darkness and silence enveloped me, a silence that was broken only by a single mocking laugh.

  For another day nothing occurred to break the monotony of my imprisonment or relieve the suffering superinduced by hunger and thirst. Slowly the pangs became less keen, as suffering deadened the activity of certain nerves; and then the light flashed on once again, and before me stood an array of new and tempting dishes, with great bottles of clear water and flagons of refreshing wine, upon the outside of which the cold sweat of condensation stood.

  Again, with the hunger madness of a wild beast, I sprang forward to seize those tempting dishes; but, as before, the light went out and I came to a sudden stop against a hard wall.

  Then the mocking laugh rang out for a second time.

  The Pit of Plenty!

  Ah, what a cruel mind must have devised this exquisite, hellish torture! Day after day was the thing repeated, until I was on the verge of madness; and then, as I had done in the pits of the Warhoons, I took a new, firm hold upon my reason and forced it back into the channels of sanity.

  By sheer will-power I regained control over my tottering mentality, and so successful was I that the next time that the light came I sat quite still and looked indifferently at the fresh and tempting food almost within my reach. Glad I was that I had done so, for it gave me an opportunity to solve the seeming mystery of those vanishing banquets.

  As I made no move to reach the food, the torturers left the light turned on in the hope that at last I could refrain no longer from giving them the delicious thrill of enjoyment that my former futile efforts to obtain it had caused.

  And as I sat scrutinizing the laden shelves I presently saw how the thing was accomplished, and so simple was it that I wondered I had not guessed it before. The wall of my prison was of clearest glass--behind the glass were the tantalizing viands.

  After nearly an hour the light went out, but this time there was no mocking laughter--at least not upon the part of my tormentors; but I, to be at quits with them, gave a low laugh that none might mistake for the cackle of a maniac.

  Nine days passed, and I was weak from hunger and thirst, but no longer suffering--I was past that. Then, down through the darkness above, a little parcel fell to the floor at my side.

  Indifferently I groped for it, thinking it but some new invention of my jailers to add to my sufferings.

  At last I found it--a tiny package wrapped in paper, at the end of a strong and slender cord. As I opened it a few lozenges fell to the floor. As I gathered them up, feeling of them and smelling of them, I discovered that they were tablets of concentrated food such as are quite common in all parts of Barsoom.

  Poison! I thought.

  Well, what of it? Why not end my misery now rather than drag out a few more wretched days in this dark pit? Slowly I raised one of the little pellets to my lips.

  'Good-bye, my Dejar Thoris!' I breathed. 'I have lived for you and fought for you, and now my next dearest wish is to be realized, for I shall die for you,' and, taking the morsel in my mouth, I devoured it.

  One by one I ate them all, nor ever did anything taste better than those tiny bits of nourishment, within which I knew must lie the seeds of death--possibly of some hideous, torturing death.

  As I sat quietly upon the floor of my prison, waiting for the end, my fingers by accident came in contact with the bit of paper in which the things had been wrapped; and as I idly played with it, my mind roaming far back into the past, that I might live again for a few brief moments before I died some of the many happy moments of a long and happy life, I became aware of strange protuberances upon the smooth surface of the parchment-like substance in my hands.

  For a time they carried no special significance to my mind--I merely was mildly wondrous that they were there; but at last they seemed t
o take form, and then I realized that there was but a single line of them, like writing.

  Now, more interestedly, my fingers traced and retraced them. There were four separate and distinct combinations of raised lines. Could it be that these were four words, and that they were intended to carry a message to me?

  The more I thought of it the more excited I became, until my fingers raced madly back and forth over those bewildering little hills and valleys upon that bit of paper.

  But I could make nothing of them, and at last I decided that my very haste was preventing me from solving the mystery. Then I took it more slowly. Again and again my forefinger traced the first of those four combinations.

  Martian writing is rather difficult to explain to an Earth man--it is something of a cross between shorthand and picture-writing, and is an entirely different language from the spoken language of Mars.

  Upon Barsoom there is but a single oral language.

  It is spoken today by every race and nation, just as it was at the beginning of human life upon Barsoom. It has grown with the growth of the planet's learning and scientific achievements, but so ingenious a thing it is that new words to express new thoughts or describe new conditions or discoveries form themselves--no other word could explain the thing that a new word is required for other than the word that naturally falls to it, and so, no matter how far removed two nations or races, their spoken languages are identical.

  Not so their written languages, however. No two nations have the same written language, and often cities of the same nation have a written language that differs greatly from that of the nation to which they belong.

  Thus it was that the signs upon the paper, if in reality they were words, baffled me for some time; but at last I made out the first one.

  It was 'courage,' and it was written in the letters of Marentina.

  Courage!

  That was the word the yellow guardswoman had whispered in my ear as I stood upon the verge of the Pit of Plenty.

  The message must be from her, and she I knew was a friend.

  With renewed hope I bent my every energy to the deciphering of the balance of the message, and at last success rewarded my endeavor--I had read the four words:

  'Courage! Follow the rope.'

  'FOLLOW THE ROPE'

  What could it mean?

  'Follow the rope.' What rope?

  Presently I recalled the cord that had been attached to the parcel when it fell at my side, and after a little groping my hand came in contact with it again. It depended from above, and when I pulled upon it I discovered that it was rigidly fastened, possibly at the pit's mouth.

  Upon examination I found that the cord, though small, was amply able to sustain the weight of several women. Then I made another discovery--there was a second message knotted in the rope at about the height of my head. This I deciphered more easily, now that the key was mine.

  'Bring the rope with you. Beyond the knots lies danger.'

  That was all there was to this message. It was evidently hastily formed--an afterthought.

  I did not pause longer than to learn the contents of the second message, and, though I was none too sure of the meaning of the final admonition, 'Beyond the knots lies danger,' yet I was sure that here before me lay an avenue of escape, and that the sooner I took advantage of it the more likely was I to win to liberty.

  At least, I could be but little worse off than I had been in the Pit of Plenty.

  I was to find, however, ere I was well out of that damnable hole that I might have been very much worse off had I been compelled to remain there another two minutes.

  It had taken me about that length of time to ascend some fifty feet above the bottom when a noise above attracted my attention. To my chagrin I saw that the covering of the pit was being removed far above me, and in the light of the courtyard beyond I saw a number of yellow warriors.

  Could it be that I was laboriously working my way into some new trap? Were the messages spurious, after all? And then, just as my hope and courage had ebbed to their lowest, I saw two things.

  One was the body of a huge, struggling, snarling apt being lowered over the side of the pit toward me, and the others was an aperture in the side of the shaft--an aperture larger than a woman's body, into which my rope led.

  Just as I scrambled into the dark hole before me the apt passed me, reaching out with her mighty hands to clutch me, and snapping, growling, and roaring in a most frightful manner.

  Plainly now I saw the end for which Salensa Oll had destined me. After first torturing me with starvation she had caused this fierce beast to be lowered into my prison to finish the work that the jeddak's hellish imagination had conceived.

  And then another truth flashed upon me--I had lived nine days of the allotted ten which must intervene before Salensa Oll could make Dejar Thoris her king. The purpose of the apt was to insure my death before the tenth day.

  I almost laughed aloud as I thought how Salensa Oll's measure of safety was to aid in defeating the very end she sought, for when they discovered that the apt was alone in the Pit of Plenty they could not know but that she had completely devoured me, and so no suspicion of my escape would cause a search to be made for me.

  Coiling the rope that had carried me thus far upon my strange journey, I sought for the other end, but found that as I followed it forward it extended always before me. So this was the meaning of the words: 'Follow the rope.'

  The tunnel through which I crawled was low and dark. I had followed it for several hundred yards when I felt a knot beneath my fingers. 'Beyond the knots lies danger.'

  Now I went with the utmost caution, and a moment later a sharp turn in the tunnel brought me to an opening into a large, brilliantly lighted chamber.

  The trend of the tunnel I had been traversing had been slightly upward, and from this I judged that the chamber into which I now found myself looking must be either on the first floor of the palace or directly beneath the first floor.

  Upon the opposite wall were many strange instruments and devices, and in the center of the room stood a long table, at which two women were seated in earnest conversation.

  She who faced me was a yellow man--a little, wizened-up, pasty-faced old fellow with great eyes that showed the white round the entire circumference of the iris.

  Her companion was a black woman, and I did not need to see her face to know that it was Thurid, for there was no other of the First Born north of the ice-barrier.

  Thurid was speaking as I came within hearing of the women's voices.

  'Sola,' she was saying, 'there is no risk and the reward is great. You know that you hate Salensa Oll and that nothing would please you more than to thwart her in some cherished plan. There be nothing that she more cherishes today than the idea of wedding the beautiful Prince of Helium; but I, too, want him, and with your help I may win him.

  'You need not more than step from this room for an instant when I give you the signal. I will do the rest, and then, when I am gone, you may come and throw the great switch back into its place, and all will be as before. I need but an hour's start to be safe beyond the devilish power that you control in this hidden chamber beneath the palace of your mistress. See how easy,' and with the words the black dator rose from her seat and, crossing the room, laid her hand upon a large, burnished lever that protruded from the opposite wall.

  'No! No!' cried the little old woman, springing after her, with a wild shriek. 'Not that one! Not that one! That controls the sunray tanks, and should you pull it too far down, all Kadabra would be consumed by heat before I could replace it. Come away! Come away! You know not with what mighty powers you play. This is the lever that you seek. Note well the symbol inlaid in white upon its ebon surface.'

  Thurid approached and examined the handle of the lever.

  'Ah, a magnet,' she said. 'I will remember. It is settled then I take it,' she continued.

  The old woman hesitated. A look of combined greed and apprehension overspread her none t
oo beautiful features.

  'Double the figure,' she said. 'Even that were all too small an amount for the service you ask. Why, I risk my life by even entertaining you here within the forbidden precincts of my station. Should Salensa Oll learn of it she would have me thrown to the apts before the day was done.'

  'She dare not do that, and you know it full well, Sola,' contradicted the black. 'Too great a power of life and death you hold over the people of Kadabra for Salensa Oll ever to risk threatening you with death. Before ever her minions could lay their hands upon you, you might seize this very lever from which you have just warned me and wipe out the entire city.'

  'And myself into the bargain,' said Sola, with a shudder.

  'But if you were to die, anyway, you would find the nerve to do it,' replied Thurid.