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Updated: May 23, 2025
So it was that I remained hidden until after Thurid had disappeared over the edge of the steep bank beside the sea a quarter of a mile away. Then, with Woola following, I hastened across the open after the black dator. The quiet of the tomb lay upon the mysterious valley of death, crouching deep in its warm nest within the sunken area at the south pole of the dying planet.
The youth sprang to my side and ran his sword through the fellow before he could recover to deliver another blow. I should have died even then but for that as my sword was tight wedged in the breastbone of a Dator of the First Born.
Signaling Woola to heel I stepped suddenly into the room before the two men. At sight of me their long-swords flashed from the harness at their sides, but I raised my hand in a gesture of restraint. "I seek Thurid, the black dator," I said. "My quarrel is with him, not with you.
"I glean that your name is Xodar, but whom, pray, are the First Born, and what a Dator, and why, if you were conquered by a Barsoomian, could you not acknowledge it?" "The First Born of Barsoom," he explained, "are the race of black men of which I am a Dator, or, as the lesser Barsoomians would say, Prince. My race is the oldest on the planet.
See how easy," and with the words the black dator rose from his seat and, crossing the room, laid his hand upon a large, burnished lever that protruded from the opposite wall. "No! No!" cried the little old man, springing after him, with a wild shriek. "Not that one! Not that one!
I was beyond and overheard their conversation, and when I entered, the woman screamed and the man sprang upon me and would have killed me. "What know you of this man? He is a stranger to you, and I dare say that you will find him an enemy and a spy. Let him be put on trial, Salensus Oll, rather than your friend and guest, Thurid, Dator of the First Born." Salensus Oll looked puzzled.
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