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Updated: June 6, 2025
I shall not weary you with the details of the game only the high features of it are necessary to your understanding of the outcome. The fourth move after the victory of the Black Odwar found Gahan upon U-Dor's fourth; an Orange Panthan was on the adjoining square diagonally to his right and the only opposing piece that could engage him other than U-Dor himself.
On the table before him they set food and water and upon the opposite end of the table they laid the key to the fetter. Then they unlocked and opened all the doors and departed. When Turan the panthan regained consciousness it was to the realization of a sharp pain in one of his forearms.
"Are these slaves organized?" asked Turan. A-Kor looked straight into the eyes of the panthan for a long moment before he replied. "You are a man of honor," he said; "I read it in your face, and I am seldom mistaken in my estimate of a man; but " and he leaned closer to the other "even the walls have ears," he whispered, and Turan's question was answered.
"It cannot be that you do not know!" she exclaimed. "Why, they are " but she got no further. The door swung open and an officer stood before them. "The slave girl, Tara, is summoned to the presence of O-Tar, the jeddak!" he announced. Turan the panthan chafed in his chains. Time dragged; silence and monotony prolonged minutes into hours.
His eyes travelled to the great, painted warrior on the thoat and as they ran over the splendid trappings and the serviceable arms a new light came into the pain-dulled eyes of the panthan. With a quick step he crossed to the side of the dead warrior and dragged him from his mount.
And as he withdrew it from the last position the kaldane rolled lifeless from its stumbling rykor and Turan sprang quickly down the steps to engage the next behind, and then Ghek had drawn Tara upward and a turn in the stairway shut the battling panthan from her view; but still she heard the ring of steel on steel, the clank of accouterments and the shrill whistling of the kaldanes.
"You have no right to assume aught else than my lips testify." "The eyes are ofttimes more eloquent than the lips, Tara," he replied; "and in yours I have read that which is neither hatred nor contempt for Turan the panthan, and my heart tells me that your lips bore false witness when they cried in anger: 'I hate you!" "I do not hate you, Turan, nor yet may I love you," said the girl, simply.
Nor did Turan know that a second followed in the shadows of the buildings behind him, nor of the third who hastened ahead of him upon some urgent mission. And so the panthan moved through the silent streets of the strange city in search of food and drink for the woman he loved.
No, fear not upon this score." Their hands were clasped between the bars and now Gahan drew her nearer to him. "One kiss," he said, "before I go, my princess," and the proud daughter of Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, and The Warlord of Barsoom whispered: "My chieftain!" and pressed her lips to the lips of Turan, the common panthan.
"I would dare love Tara of Helium; but I would not dare defile her or any woman with kisses that were not prompted by love of her alone." He stepped closer to her and laid his hands upon her shoulders. "Look into my eyes, daughter of The Warlord," he said, "and tell me that you do not wish the love of Turan, the panthan." "I do not wish your love," she cried, pulling away.
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