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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Kantos Kan desires that this party whom we have rescued be brought immediately to the deck of the Xavarian," he said. As we approached the little craft I looked about for the members of my party and for the first time noticed that Thuvia was not among them.
At his words I released Zat Arras and, turning my back upon him, walked toward the ship's rail. "Come, Kantos Kan," I said, "the Prince of Helium would return to the Xavarian." None interfered. Zat Arras stood white and trembling amidst his officers.
Among the officers of the Xavarian I thought I could discern division into factions ere we had reached Helium. There were those who gathered about Carthoris and myself whenever the opportunity presented, while about an equal number held aloof from us. They offered us only the most courteous treatment, but were evidently bound by their superstitious belief in the doctrine of Dor and Iss and Korus.
I was about to ask Kantos Kan to prosecute a further search for her when a flier from the flagship of the fleet arrived at the Xavarian with an officer bearing a message to Kantos Kan from Arras. My friend read the dispatch and then turned to me. "Zat Arras commands me to bring our 'prisoners' before him. There is naught else to do.
We others stepped to the deck of the craft that had been sent to fetch us, and a moment later were upon the Xavarian. The first man to greet me was Kantos Kan himself.
We cannot think aught than that Dejah Thoris has sought the icy bosom of Iss, and that her devoted servants have chosen to accompany her. "Zat Arras was at Helium when she disappeared. He commands this fleet which has been searching for her since. No trace of her have we found, and I fear that it be a futile quest." While we talked, Hor Vastus' fliers were returning to the Xavarian.
From the deck of the Xavarian we four, Carthoris, Tars Tarkas, Xodar, and I, were transferred to a lesser flier to be transported to quarters within the Temple of Reward. It is here that Martian justice is meted to benefactor and malefactor. Here the hero is decorated. Here the felon is condemned.
Some there were who looked upon him with scorn and drew toward me, while one, a man long in the service and confidence of Tardos Mors, spoke to me in a low tone as I passed him. "You may count my metal among your fighting-men, John Carter," he said. I thanked him and passed on. In silence we embarked, and shortly after stepped once more upon the deck of the Xavarian.
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