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Updated: June 6, 2025
The panthan tried not to fathom her purpose for the head is useless when the heart usurps its functions, and Turan knew only that the woman he loved had denied him, and though he tried not even to think it his foolish heart urged but a single explanation that she refused to recognize him lest she be involved in his difficulties.
"Tell me of them!" cried Turan after him. "Tell me of Tara of Helium! Is she safe?" but the man did not answer and soon the sound of their departure died in the distance. "Tara of Helium was safe, but a short time since," said the prisoner chained at Turan's side. The panthan turned toward the speaker, seeing a large man, handsome of face and with a manner both stately and dignified.
U-Dor could move out and engage Gahan, or he could move his Princess' Panthan upon the square occupied by Gahan in he hope that the former would defeat the Black Chief and thus draw the game, which is the outcome if any other than a Chief slays the opposing Chief, or he could move away and escape, temporarily, the necessity for personal combat, or at least that is evidently what he had in mind as was obvious to all who saw him scanning the board about him; and his disappointment was apparent when he finally discovered that Gahan had so placed himself that there was no square to which U-Dor could move that it was not within Gahan's power to reach at his own next move.
"And so always there will be wars and men will fight," he concluded, "for always the men with hot blood in their veins will practice the art of war." "We have settled a great question," said the girl, smiling; "but our stomachs are still empty." "Your panthan is neglecting his duty," replied Turan; "and how can he with the great reward always before his eyes!"
Gahan of Gathol was not easily to be discouraged, but he was compelled to admit that his chances of winning the love of Tara of Helium were remote. Already had she repulsed him twice. Once as jed of Gathol and again as Turan the panthan. Before his love, however, came her safety and the former must be relegated to the background until the latter had been achieved.
The former smiled an inscrutable smile, the latter addressed the Princess of Helium. "'Turan the panthan!" he cried. "Know you not, fair daughter of Helium, that this man you call panthan is Gahan, Jed of Gathol?" For just a moment Tara of Helium looked her surprise; and then she shrugged her beautiful shoulders as she turned her head to cast her eyes over one of them at Gahan of Gathol.
They saw him raise his hand and snatch off the golden mask, and Tara of Helium in wide-eyed incredulity looked up into the face of Turan the panthan. "Turan the slave," they cried then. "Death to him! Death to him!" "Wait!" shouted Turan, drawing his sword, as a dozen warriors leaped forward.
Here they waited in utter silence, nor had they long to wait before Turan the panthan came cautiously along the base of the wall. To the very gate he came and when he found it and that it was open he paused for a moment, listening; then he approached and looked within. Assured that there was none within sight to apprehend him he stepped through the gateway into the city.
Then darkness came and Tara of Helium bid her panthan search for food and drink; but she cautioned him against attempting to enter the city. Before he left her he bent and kissed her hand as a warrior may kiss the hand of his queen. Turan the panthan approached the strange city under cover of the darkness.
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