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of Lothar . . . . . . . . 59 VII The Phantom
Bowmen . . . . . . . . . 68 VIII The Hall of Doom . . . . . . . . . . 78 IX The Battle in the
Plain . . . . . . 89 X Kar Komak, the Bowman . . . . . . . 99 XI Green Men and White
Apes . . . . . . 109 XII To Save Dusar . . . . . . . . . . . 121 XIII Turjun, the Panthan . . . . . . . .
130 XIV Kulan Tith's Sacrifice . . . . . . . 141 Glossary of Names and Terms . . . . 153

THUVIA, MAID OF MARS

CHAPTER I

CARTHORIS AND THUVIA

Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia
a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk
that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens
of Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-skinned warrior bent low toward
her, whispering heated words close to her ear.
"Ah, Thuvia of Ptarth," he cried, "you are cold even before the fiery blasts of my
consuming love! No harder than your heart, nor colder is the hard, cold ersite of this
thrice happy bench which supports your divine and fadeless form! Tell me, O Thuvia of
Ptarth, that I may still hope--that though you do not love me now, yet some day, some
day, my princess, I--"
The girl sprang to her feet with an exclamation of surprise and displeasure. Her queenly
head was poised haughtily upon her smooth red shoulders. Her dark eyes looked angrily
into those of the man.
"You forget yourself, and the customs of Barsoom, Astok," she said. "I have given you
no right thus to address the daughter of Thuvan Dihn, nor have you won such a right."
The man reached suddenly forth and grasped her by the arm.
"You shall be my princess!" he cried. "By the breast of Issus, thou shalt, nor shall any
other come between Astok, Prince of Dusar, and his heart's desire. Tell me that there is
another, and I shall cut out his foul heart and fling it to the wild calots of the dead
sea-bottoms!"
At touch of the man's hand upon her flesh the girl went pallid beneath her coppery skin,
for the persons of the royal women of the courts of Mars are held but little less than
sacred. The act of Astok, Prince of Dusar, was profanation. There was no terror in the
eyes of Thuvia of Ptarth--only horror for the thing the man had done and for its possible
consequences.
"Release me." Her voice was level--frigid.
The man muttered incoherently and drew her roughly toward him.
"Release me!" she repeated sharply, "or I call the guard, and the Prince of Dusar knows
what that will mean."
Quickly he threw his right arm about her shoulders and strove to draw her face to his lips.
With a little cry she struck him full in the mouth with the massive bracelets that circled
her free arm.
"Calot!" she exclaimed, and then: "The guard! The guard! Hasten in protection of the
Princess of Ptarth!"

In answer to her call a dozen guardsmen came racing across the scarlet sward, their
gleaming long-swords naked in the sun, the metal of their accoutrements clanking against
that of their leathern harness, and in their throats hoarse shouts of rage at the sight which
met their eyes.
But before they had passed half across the royal garden to where Astok of Dusar still held
the struggling girl in his grasp, another figure sprang from a cluster of dense foliage that
half hid a golden fountain close at hand. A tall, straight youth he was, with black hair and
keen grey eyes; broad of shoulder and narrow of hip; a clean-limbed fighting man. His
skin was but faintly tinged with the copper colour that marks the red men of Mars from
the other races of the dying planet--he was like them, and yet there was a subtle
difference greater even than that which lay in his lighter skin and his grey eyes.
There was a difference, too, in his movements. He came on in great leaps that carried him
so swiftly over the ground that the speed of the guardsmen was as nothing by
comparison.
Astok still clutched Thuvia's wrist as the young warrior confronted him. The new-comer
wasted no time and he spoke but a single word.
"Calot!" he snapped, and then his clenched fist landed beneath the other's chin, lifting
him high into the