Warlord of Mars Embattled

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by Edna Rice Burroughs

Martian habitation upon the ribbon-like lines of cultivated land which border the globe-encircling waterways, which Earth women call the canals of Mars.

  Dawn showed that I had gained appreciably upon the flier ahead of me. It was a larger craft than mine, and not so swift; but even so, it had covered an immense distance since the flight began.

  The change in vegetation below showed me that we were rapidly nearing the equator. I was now near enough to my quarry to have used my bow gun; but, though I could see that Dejar Thoris was not on deck, I feared to fire upon the craft which bore him.

  Thurid was deterred by no such scruples; and though it must have been difficult for her to believe that it was really I who followed them, she could not very well doubt the witness of her own eyes; and so she trained their stern gun upon me with her own hands, and an instant later an explosive radium projectile whizzed perilously close above my deck.

  The black's next shot was more accurate, striking my flier full upon the prow and exploding with the instant of contact, ripping wide open the bow buoyancy tanks and disabling the engine.

  So quickly did my bow drop after the shot that I scarce had time to lash Woolan to the deck and buckle my own harness to a gunwale ring before the craft was hanging stern up and making his last long drop to ground.

  His stern buoyancy tanks prevented his dropping with great rapidity; but Thurid was firing rapidly now in an attempt to burst these also, that I might be dashed to death in the swift fall that would instantly follow a successful shot.

  Shot after shot tore past or into us, but by a miracle neither Woolan nor I was hit, nor were the after tanks punctured. This good fortune could not last indefinitely, and, assured that Thurid would not again leave me alive, I awaited the bursting of the next shell that hit; and then, throwing my hands above my head, I let go my hold and crumpled, limp and inert, dangling in my harness like a corpse.

  The ruse worked, and Thurid fired no more at us. Presently I heard the diminishing sound of whirring propellers and realized that again I was safe.

  Slowly the stricken flier sank to the ground, and when I had freed myself and Woolan from the entangling wreckage I found that we were upon the verge of a natural forest--so rare a thing upon the chest of dying Mars that, outside of the forest in the Valley Dor beside the Lost Sea of Korus, I never before had seen its like upon the planet.

  From books and travelers I had learned something of the little-known land of Kaol, which lies along the equator almost halfway round the planet to the east of Helium.

  It comprises a sunken area of extreme tropical heat, and is inhabited by a nation of red women varying but little in manners, customs, and appearance from the balance of the red women of Barsoom.

  I knew that they were among those of the outer world who still clung tenaciously to the discredited religion of the Holy Therns, and that Matain Shang would find a ready welcome and safe refuge among them; while Joan Carter could look for nothing better than an ignoble death at their hands.

  The isolation of the Kaolians is rendered almost complete by the fact that no waterway connects their land with that of any other nation, nor have they any need of a waterway since the low, swampy land which comprises the entire area of their domain self-waters their abundant tropical crops.

  For great distances in all directions rugged hills and arid stretches of dead sea bottom discourage intercourse with them, and since there is practically no such thing as foreign commerce upon warlike Barsoom, where each nation is sufficient to itself, really little has been known relative to the court of the Jeddak of Kaol and the numerous strange, but interesting, people over whom she rules.

  Occasional hunting parties have traveled to thim out-of-the-way corner of the globe, but the hostility of the natives has usually brought disaster upon them, so that even the sport of hunting the strange and savage creatures which haunt the jungle fastnesses of Kaol has of later years proved insufficient lure even to the most intrepid warriors.

  It was upon the verge of the land of the Kaols that I now knew myself to be, but in what direction to search for Dejar Thoris, or how far into the heart of the great forest I might have to penetrate I had not the faintest idea.

  But not so Woolan.

  Scarcely had I disentangled her than she raised her head high in air and commenced circling about at the edge of the forest. Presently she halted, and, turning to see if I were following, set off straight into the maze of trees in the direction we had been going before Thurid's shot had put an end to our flier.

  As best I could, I stumbled after her down a steep declivity beginning at the forest's edge.

  Immense trees reared their mighty heads far above us, their broad fronds completely shutting off the slightest glimpse of the sky. It was easy to see why the Kaolians needed no navy; their cities, hidden in the midst of this towering forest, must be entirely invisible from above, nor could a landing be made by any but the smallest fliers, and then only with the greatest risk of accident.

  How Thurid and Matain Shang were to land I could not imagine, though later I was to learn that to the level of the forest top there rises in each city of Kaol a slender watchtower which guards the Kaolians by day and by night against the secret approach of a hostile fleet. To one of these the hekkador of the Holy Therns had no difficulty in approaching, and by its means the party was safely lowered to the ground.

  As Woolan and I approached the bottom of the declivity the ground became soft and mushy, so that it was with the greatest difficulty that we made any headway whatever.

  Slender purple grasses topped with red and yellow fern-like fronds grew rankly all about us to the height of several feet above my head.

  Myriad creepers hung festooned in graceful loops from tree to tree, and among them were several varieties of the Martian 'man-flower,' whose blooms have eyes and hands with which to see and seize the insects which form their diet.

  The repulsive calot tree was, too, much in evidence. It is a carnivorous plant of about the bigness of a large sage-brush such as dots our western plains. Each branch ends in a set of strong jaws, which have been known to drag down and devour large and formidable beasts of prey.

  Both Woolan and I had several narrow escapes from these greedy, arboreous monsters.

  Occasional areas of firm sod gave us intervals of rest from the arduous labor of traversing this gorgeous, twilight swamp, and it was upon one of these that I finally decided to make camp for the night which my chronometer warned me would soon be upon us.

  Many varieties of fruit grew in abundance about us; and as Martian calots are omnivorous, Woolan had no difficulty in making a square meal after I had brought down the viands for her. Then, having eaten, too, I lay down with my back to that of my faithful hound, and dropped into a deep and dreamless sleep.

  The forest was shrouded in impenetrable darkness when a low growl from Woolan awakened me. All about us I could hear the stealthy movement of great, padded feet, and now and then the wicked gleam of green eyes upon us. Arising, I drew my long-sword and waited.

  Suddenly a deep-toned, horrid roar burst from some savage throat almost at my side. What a fool I had been not to have found safer lodgings for myself and Woolan among the branches of one of the countless trees that surrounded us!

  By daylight it would have been comparatively easy to have hoisted Woolan aloft in one manner or another, but now it was too late. There was nothing for it but to stand our ground and take our medicine, though, from the hideous racket which now assailed our ears, and for which that first roar had seemed to be the signal, I judged that we must be in the midst of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of the fierce, man-eating denizens of the Kaolian jungle.

  All the balance of the night they kept up their infernal din, but why they did not attack us I could not guess, nor am I sure to this day, unless it is that none of them ever venture upon the patches of scarlet sward which dot the swamp.

  When morning broke they were still there, walking about as in a circle, but always just beyond
the edge of the sward. A more terrifying aggregation of fierce and blood-thirsty monsters it would be difficult to imagine.

  Singly and in pairs they commenced wandering off into the jungle shortly after sunrise, and when the last of them had departed Woolan and I resumed our journey.

  Occasionally we caught glimpses of horrid beasts all during the day; but, fortunately, we were never far from a sward island, and when they saw us their pursuit always ended at the verge of the solid sod.

  Toward noon we stumbled upon a well-constructed road running in the general direction we had been pursuing. Everything about this highway marked it as the work of skilled engineers, and I was confident, from the indications of antiquity which it bore, as well as from the very evident signs of its being still in everyday use, that it must lead to one of the principal cities of Kaol.

  Just as we entered it from one side a huge monster emerged from the jungle upon the other, and at sight of us charged madly in our direction.

  Imagine, if you can, a bald-faced hornet of your earthly experience grown to the size of a prize Hereford bull, and you will have some faint conception of the ferocious appearance and awesome formidability of the winged monster that bore down upon me.

  Frightful jaws in front and mighty, poisoned sting behind made my relatively puny long-sword seem a pitiful weapon of

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