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The nobles stepped back from about the dead body of their ruler, and one of them pointed to the grinning corpse. The messenger staggered back in horror as though from a blow in the face. "Then fly, nobles of Okar!" he cried, "for naught can save you. Hark! They come!" As he spoke we heard the deep roar of angry men from the corridor without, and the clank of metal and the clang of swords.
After they had labored for two hours the men mounted their horses and began the return trip, one of them driving the chuck wagon. All of the men were bitter against Dale for what had happened, and several of them were for instant reprisal. But Sanderson stared grimly at them. "There ain't any witnesses," he said, "not a damned one! My word don't go in Okar.
"I, Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, am his. He fought for me and won me. If you be a brave man you will honor the bravery that is his, and you will not kill him. Make him a slave if you will, Salensus Oll; but spare his life. I would rather be a slave with such as he than be Queen of Okar." "Neither slave nor queen dictates to Salensus Oll," replied the Jeddak of Jeddaks.
She was pale, and a haunting fear, cringing, abject, was in her eyes. She got to her feet when she saw Owen and ran to him, crying. Owen tried to comfort her, but his words were futile. "You be brave, little woman!" he said. "You must be brave! Sanderson and the other men are in danger, and I've got to go to Okar for help!" "I'll go with you," declared the girl. "I can't stay here I won't.
"Nobles of Okar, unsheathe your swords and do homage to Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium and future Queen of Okar, for at the end of the allotted ten days she shall become the wife of Salensus Oll."
A letter had arrived from Thuvia of Ptarth, who was visiting at her father's court while Carthoris, her mate, hunted in Okar. Word had been received that the Tharks and Warhoons were again at war, or rather that there had been an engagement, for war was their habitual state. In the memory of man there had been no peace between these two savage green hordes only a single temporary truce.
Kent Williams took up his quarters in the bunkhouse and immediately began work, though before he could do much he rode to Okar, telegraphed to Dry Bottom, the town which had been the scene of his previous activity, and awaited the arrival of several capable-looking young men.
Men of Okar, raise your swords to your new ruler Talu, the rebel prince of Marentina!" And then a great cry of rejoicing rose among the free men of Marentina and the Kadabran prisoners, for all had thought that the red men would retain that which they had taken by force of arms, for such had been the way upon Barsoom, and that they should be ruled henceforth by an alien Jeddak.
The Double A men might have been careless with their branding, and it was unfortunate that he had been forced by the closing of the Okar market to drive his cattle over a range upon which were cattle bearing a brand so startlingly similar to his. His men were silent, watching him with set faces. He knew they would stand behind him in any trouble that might occur.
The addressed hastened to a small door at the far end of the chamber and, swinging it wide, cried: "Way for Dejah Thoris, future Queen of Okar!" Immediately two guardsmen appeared dragging the unwilling bride toward the altar. Her hands were still manacled behind her, evidently to prevent suicide.
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