John Carter's 03 Chronicles of Mars Volume Three

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

  chapter XXIII

  CAPTIVES OF AMHOR

  VAST EXPANSES of the Great Marshes were uninhabitable by man, and for a week we passed through dismal wastes where not even the savage aborigines could live; but we encountered other menaces in the form of great reptiles and gigantic insects, some of the latter being of enormous proportions with a wing-spread well over thirty feet. Equipped with powerful jaws and rapier-like stingers, and sometimes with both, as some of them were, one of these monsters could easily have annihilated us; but fortunately we were never attacked. The smaller reptiles of the Marshes were their natural prey and we witnessed many an encounter in which the insects always came off victorious.

  A week after we left Gooli we were paddling one day across one of the numerous lakes that dot the Marshes when, low above the horizon ahead of us, we saw a great battleship moving slowly in our direction. Instantly my heart leaped with joy.

  “John Carter!” I cried. “He has come at last. Janai, you are saved.”

  “And Ras Thavas will be with him,” she said, “and we can go back to Morbus and resurrect the body of Vor Daj.”

  “Once again he will live, and move, and love,” I said, carried away by the relief and happiness which this anticipation engendered.

  “But suppose it is not John Carter?” she asked.

  “It must be, Janai, for what other civilized man would be cruising above this hideous waste?”

  We stopped paddling and watched the great airship approach. It was cruising very low, scarcely a hundred feet above the ground and moving quite slowly. As it came nearer, I stood up in the canoe and waved to attract attention, even though I knew that they could not fail to see us for they were coming directly toward us.

  The ship bore no insignia to proclaim its nationality, but this is not unusual in Martian navies where a lone vessel is entering into potential enemy country. The lines of the ship, too, were quite unfamiliar to me; that is, I could not identify the vessel. It was evidently one of the older ships of the line, many of which were still in commission on the frontiers of Helium. I could not understand why John Carter had chosen such a craft in preference to one of the swift, new types; but I knew that he must have a very good reason which it was not mine to question.

  As the ship drew nearer it dropped still lower; so I knew that we had been observed; and finally it came to rest just above us. Landing tackle was lowered to us through a keel port, and I quickly made it fast to Janai’s body so that she could be raised comfortably to the ship. While I was engaged in this, another tackle was lowered for me; and soon we were both being hoisted toward the vessel.

  The instant that we were hoisted into the hold of the vessel, and I had a chance to note the sailors who surrounded us, I realized that this was no ship of Helium for the men wore the harness of another country.

  Janai turned toward me with frightened eyes. “Neither John Carter nor Ras Thavas are on this ship,” she whispered; “it is no ship of Helium, but one of the ships of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor. I should have been as well off in Morbus as I shall be now, if they discover my identity.”

  “You must not let them know,” I said. “You are from Helium; remember that.” She nodded in understanding.

  The officers and sailors who surrounded us were far more interested in me than they were in Janai, commenting freely upon my hideousness.

  We were immediately taken to the upper deck and before the officer in command. He looked at me in ill-disguised repugnance.

  “Who are you?” he demanded. “And where do you come from?”

  “I am a hormad from Morbus,” I replied, “and my companion is a girl from Helium, a friend of John Carter, Warlord of Mars.”

  He looked at Janai long and earnestly for a moment. Then a nasty little smile touched his lips. “When did you change your nationality, Janai?” he asked. “You needn’t attempt to deny your identity, Janai; I know you. I would know that face anywhere among millions, for your portrait hangs in my cabin as it hangs in the cabin of the commander of every ship of Amhor; and great is to be the reward of him who brings you back to Jal Had, the Prince.”

  “She is under the protection of the Warlord of Mars,” I said. “No matter what reward Jal Had has offered you, John Carter will give you more if you return Janai to Helium.”

  “Who is this thing?” the commander demanded of Janai, nodding his head toward me. “Weren’t you his prisoner?”

  “No,” she replied. “He is my friend. He has risked his life many times to save me, and he was trying to take me to Helium when you captured us. Please do not take me back to Amhor. I am sure that, if Tor-dur-bar says it is true, John Carter will pay you well if you bring us both to Helium.”

  “And be tortured to death by Jal Had when I get back to Amhor?” demanded the commander. “No sir! Back to Amhor you go; and I shall probably get an extra reward when I deliver this freak to Jal Had. It will make a valuable addition to his collection, and greatly amuse and entertain the citizens of Amhor. If you behave yourself, Janai, you will be treated well by Jal Had. Do not be such a little fool as you were before. After all, it will not be so bad to be the Princess of Amhor.”

  “I would as lief mate with Ay-mad of Morbus,” said the girl; “and sooner than that, I would die.”

  The commander shrugged. “That is your own affair,” he said. “You will have plenty of time to think the matter over before we reach Amhor, and I advise you to think it over well and change your mind.” He then gave instructions that quarters were to be assigned to us and that we were to be carefully watched but not confined if we behaved ourselves.

  As we were being conducted toward a companionway that led below, I saw a man dart suddenly across the deck and leap overboard. He had done it so quickly that no one could intercept him; and though the commander had witnessed it no effort was made to save him, and the ship continued on its way. I asked the officer accompanying us who the man was and why he had leaped overboard.

  “He was a prisoner who evidently preferred death to slavery in Amhor,” he explained.

  We were still very low above the surface of the lake, and one of the sailors who had run to the rail when the man had leaped overboard called back that the fellow was swimming toward our abandoned canoe.

  “He won’t last long in the Great Toonolian Marshes,” commented the officer, as we descended toward our quarters.

  Janai was given the best cabin on the boat; for they expected that she would be Princess of Amhor, and they wished to treat her well and curry her favor. I was relieved to know that at least until we reached Amhor she would be accorded every courtesy and consideration.

  I was taken to a small cabin which accommodated two and was already occupied by another man. His back was toward me as I entered, as he was gazing out of a porthole. The officer closed the door behind me and departed, and I was left alone with my new companion. As the door slammed, he turned and faced me; and each of us voiced an exclamation of surprise. My roommate was Tun-gan. He looked a little frightened, when he recognized me, as his conscience must have been troubling him because of his desertion of me.

  “So it is you?” I said.

  “Yes, and I suppose you will want to kill me now,” he replied; “but do not blame me too much. Pandar and I discussed it. We did not wish to desert you; but we knew that we should all die if we returned to Morbus, while if he and I went on in the canoe we at least might have a chance to escape.”

  “I do not blame you,” I said. “Perhaps under identical circumstances I should have done the same thing. As it turned out, it was better that you deserted me, for because of it I was able to reach Morbus in a few hours and rescue Janai when she arrived with the party that had captured her; but how do you happen to be aboard this ship?”

  “Pandar and I were captured about a week ago; and perhaps it was just as well, for we were being pursued by natives when this ship dropped down, frightening the natives away. We should doubtless have been captured and killed, otherwise; and I for o
ne was glad to come aboard, but Pandar was not. He did not wish to go to Amhor, and slavery. All that he lived for was to get back to Phundahl.”

  “And where is Pandar now?” I asked.

  “He just leaped overboard; I was watching him when you came in. He swam to the canoe, which I presume is the one you were taken from, and he is already paddling along on his way to Phundahl.”

  “I hope he reaches it,” I said.

  “He will not,” prophesied Tun-gan. “I do not believe that any man alive can pass alone through the horrors of this hellish swamp.”

  “You have already come a long way,” I reminded him.

  “Yes, but who knows what lies ahead?”

  “And you are not averse to going to Amhor?” I asked.

  “Why should I be?” he asked, in turn. “They think I am Gantun Gur, the assassin of Amhor; and they treat me with great respect.”

  “Amazing!” I exclaimed. “For the moment I had forgotten that you had taken the body of Gantun Gur. Do you think that you can live up to it and continue to deceive them?”

  “I think that I can,” he replied. “My brain is not as dull as that of most hormads. I have told them that I received a head injury that has made me forget a great deal of my past life; and so far, they have not doubted me.”

  “They never will doubt you,” I said; “because they cannot conceive that the brain of another creature has been grafted into the skull of Gantun Gur.”

  “Then if you do not tell them, they will never know,” he said, “for I certainly shall not tell them; so please remember to call me by my new name. What are you smiling at?”

  “The situation is amusing. Neither one of us is himself. I have your body, and you have the body of another man.”

  “But who were you, whose brain is in my body?” he demanded. “I have often wondered about that.”

  “Continue to wonder,” I replied; “for you may never know.”

  He looked at me keenly for a long moment. Suddenly his face brightened. “Now I know,” he said. “How stupid of me not to have guessed before.”

  “You know nothing,” I snapped; “and if I were you, I should not even guess.”

  He nodded. “Very well, Tor-dur-bar, it shall be as you wish.”

  To change the subject, I remarked, “I wonder what this ship from Amhor is doing sailing around alone over the Great Toonolian Marshes?”

  “Jal Had, the Prince of Amhor, has a hobby for collecting wild beasts. They say that he has a great number of them, and this ship has been searching the Great Toonolian Marshes for new specimens.”

  “So they were not searching for Janai, then?”

  “No. Was that Janai with you when you were captured? I got only a glimpse of two figures as our ship passed above you.”

  “Yes, Janai is aboard; and now I am faced with the problem of getting her off the ship before we reach Amhor.”

  “Well, perhaps you will be able to accomplish it,” he said. “They ground the ship occasionally to hunt for new specimens, and the discipline is lax. As a matter of fact, they do not seem to guard us at all. That is why Pandar found it so easy to escape.”

  But no opportunity for escape was offered us, as the ship turned her nose directly for Amhor the moment that the commander realized that he had Janai aboard; nor did she once touch ground, nor again fly close to it.

  Amhor lies about seven hundred and fifty Earth miles directly north of the point at which our capture took place, which distance the ship covered in about seven and a half hours.

  During this time I saw nothing of Janai, as she remained in her cabin.

  We arrived above Amhor in the middle of the night, and we lay there floating above the city until morning, surrounded by patrol boats as a protection and guard for the precious cargo which we carried. Jal Had was asleep when we arrived, and no one had dared disturb him. I could tell by little things that I overheard that he had a sinister reputation and that everyone was very much afraid of him.

  About the second zode a royal craft came along side and took Janai aboard, and I was helpless to prevent it; for they had removed me from Gantun Gur’s cabin on our arrival above the city, and locked me in another one in the hold of the ship. I was filled with despondency, for I felt that now I should not only never regain my body, but never again see Janai. I did not care what became of me, and prayed only for death.

  chapter XXIV

  CAGED

  AFTER JANAI WAS TAKEN from the ship, it was lowered to a landing stage and made fast; and shortly thereafter the door of my prison was opened, and I found myself confronted by a detachment of warriors in command of an officer. They carried heavy chains, and with these they manacled my hands. I did not resist, for I no longer cared.

  I was then taken out onto the landing stage and, by elevator, to the ground. The warriors who had taken me from the ship were men who had not seen me before. They were very much interested in me, but seemed a little afraid. When we reached the avenue I attracted considerable attention, before I was hustled into a ground flier and whisked off down a broad avenue which led to the palace grounds.

  These ground fliers are a common means of private transportation in many Martian cities. They have a ceiling of about one hundred feet and a maximum speed of sixty miles per hour. In Amhor all north and south traffic moves at ground level at intersections, east and west traffic passing above it. East and west traffic is compelled to rise above north and south traffic at each intersection because there is a short runway inclining upward to a height of about ten feet at each intersection, ending in an abrupt drop at the intersection. These inclines force all east and west traffic to rise above the north and south traffic intersections. All vehicular traffic moves in but one direction on any avenue, the direction of flow alternating, so that half the avenues carry traffic in one direction and the other half in the opposite direction. Left turns are made without diminishing speed by the simple expedient of rising above both lanes of traffic. The result is that traffic flows steadily in all directions at an average speed of about fifty miles an hour. Parking accommodations are frequent, and are found inside buildings at a level of about sixty feet above the pavement. North and south pedestrian traffic moves without interruption in either direction on both sides of North and South Streets at the ground level; and, similarly, on East and West Streets through underpasses at street intersections.

  I have gone into this matter of traffic control in a Martian city in some detail, and perhaps tediously, because of what John Carter has told me of the congestion and confusion in traffic handling in Earthly cities, and in the hope that the inventors of our sister planet will be encouraged to develop ground fliers similar to those commonly used in the cities of Mars.

  The palace grounds, which were our destination, covered an area of about eighty acres. The avenues leading to it were lined with the palaces of the nobility, just beyond which were the better-grade shops and hotels. Amhor is a small city and the only one in the principality which might claim the dignity of such a title, the others being but small and widely scattered villages. The chief business of the principality is the raising of thoats and zitidars, the former the saddle animals and the latter the mammoth draft animals of Mars. Both are also raised for food, and Amhor exports preserved meats, hides, and other by-products to Duhor, Phundahl, and Toonol.

  Amhor is the mecca of the stockmen from the country, hard-riding, profane, belligerent men; good spenders, always provided with plenty of money. So it is withal an interesting city, though one may scarcely enjoy it from the inside of a cage in a zoological garden, which is exactly where I landed a few minutes after I was driven through the rear gate of the palace grounds.

  Here, upon both sides of an avenue, were cages, pits, and dens containing specimens of a wide variety of Martian animal life, an exhibition of the fauna of a planet which must have been instructive and certainly was entertaining and amusing to the crowds that passed along the avenue daily; for to this part of the palace grounds the pub
lic was freely admitted during daylight hours.

  A unique feature of the zoological display of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor, was the inclusion of various types of Martian humans. In the cage at my left was a huge green man, with his ivory tusks and four arms; and at my right was a red man from Ptarth. There were thoats and zitidars and the great white apes of Barsoom, fierce, hairy monsters closely resembling man, and, perhaps, the most feared of all Martian beasts. Near me also were two apts, arctic monsters from far Okar. These great beasts are covered with white fur and have six legs, four of which are short and heavy and carry it over snow and ice. The other two grow forward from its shoulders on either side of its long, powerful neck, and terminate in white, hairless hands, with which it seizes and holds its prey. The head and mouth, John Carter has told me, are similar to those of an Earthly hippopotamus, except that from the flat sides of the lower jawbone, two mighty horns curve slightly downward toward the front. Its two huge eyes extend in large oval patches from the center of the top of the cranium down either side of the head to below the roots of the horn, so that these weapons really grow out from the lower part of the eyes, which are composed of several thousand ocelli each. Each ocellus is furnished with its own lid, so that the apt can close as many of the facets of its eyes as it wishes. There were banths, calots, darseens, orluks, siths, soraks, ulsios and many other beasts, insects and men, including even a kaldane, one of the strange spider-men of Bantoom. But when they turned me into my cage, I immediately became the prize specimen of the exhibition.

  I must admit that I was by far the most hideous creature in the zoo. Perhaps in time I should have become proud of the distinction, for I attracted far more attention than even the most appalling of the horrid beasts that Jal Had had succeeded in collecting.

  Gaping crowds stood in front of my cage, many of them poking sticks at me or throwing pebbles or bits of food. Presently an attendant came with a sign which I had an opportunity to read before he attached it near the top of my cage for the benefit and instruction of the audience: HORMAD FROM MORBUS, A MAN-LIKE MONSTER CAPTURED IN THE WILDS OF THE GREAT TOONOLIAN MARSHES.