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by MD Scott

  From this I computed the general direction of Helium and the distance at which it lay from the opening which led to Omean.

  Then I had her draw a map of Omean, indicating plainly the position of Shador and of the opening in the dome which led to the outer world.

  These I studied until they were indelibly imprinted in my memory. From Xodara I learned the duties and customs of the guards who patrolled Shador. It seemed that during the hours set aside for sleep only one woman was on duty at a time. She paced a beat that passed around the prison, at a distance of about a hundred feet from the building.

  The pace of the sentries, Xodara said, was very slow, requiring nearly ten minutes to make a single round. This meant that for practically five minutes at a time each side of the prison was unguarded as the sentry pursued her snail like pace upon the opposite side.

  'This information you ask,' said Xodara, 'will be all very valuable AFTER we get out, but nothing that you have asked has any bearing on that first and most important consideration.'

  'We will get out all right,' I replied, laughing. 'Leave that to me.'

  'When shall we make the attempt?' she asked.

  'The first night that finds a small craft moored near the shore of Shador,' I replied.

  'But how will you know that any craft is moored near Shador? The windows are far beyond our reach.'

  'Not so, friend Xodara; look!'

  With a bound I sprang to the bars of the window opposite us, and took a quick survey of the scene without.

  Several small craft and two large battleships lay within a hundred yards of Shador.

  'To-night,' I thought, and was just about to voice my decision to Xodara, when, without warning, the door of our prison opened and a guard stepped in.

  If the fellow saw me there our chances of escape might quickly go glimmering, for I knew that they would put me in irons if they had the slightest conception of the wonderful agility which my earthly muscles gave me upon Mars.

  The woman had entered and was standing facing the centre of the room, so that her back was toward me. Five feet above me was the top of a partition wall separating our cell from the next.

  There was my only chance to escape detection. If the fellow turned, I was lost; nor could I have dropped to the floor undetected, since she was no nearly below me that I would have struck her had I done so.

  'Where is the white woman?' cried the guard of Xodara. 'Issus commands her presence.' She started to turn to see if I were in another part of the cell.

  I scrambled up the iron grating of the window until I could catch a good footing on the sill with one foot; then I let go my hold and sprang for the partition top.

  'What was that?' I heard the deep voice of the black bellow as my metal grated against the stone wall as I slipped over. Then I dropped lightly to the floor of the cell beyond.

  'Where is the white slave?' again cried the guard.

  'I know not,' replied Xodara. 'She was here even as you entered. I am not her keeper--go find her.'

  The black grumbled something that I could not understand, and then I heard her unlocking the door into one of the other cells on the further side. Listening intently, I caught the sound as the door closed behind her. Then I sprang once more to the top of the partition and dropped into my own cell beside the astonished Xodara.

  'Do you see now how we will escape?' I asked her in a whisper.

  'I see how you may,' she replied, 'but I am no wiser than before as to how I am to pass these walls. Certain it is that I cannot bounce over them as you do.'

  We heard the guard moving about from cell to cell, and finally, her rounds completed, she again entered ours. When her eyes fell upon me they fairly bulged from her head.

  'By the shell of my first ancestor!' she roared. 'Where have you been?'

  'I have been in prison since you put me here yesterday,' I answered. 'I was in this room when you entered. You had better look to your eyesight.'

  She glared at me in mingled rage and relief.

  'Come,' she said. 'Issus commands your presence.'

  She conducted me outside the prison, leaving Xodara behind. There we found several other guards, and with them the red Martian youth who occupied another cell upon Shador.

  The journey I had taken to the Temple of Issus on the preceding day was repeated. The guards kept the red girl and myself separated, so that we had no opportunity to continue the conversation that had been interrupted the previous night.

  The youth's face had haunted me. Where had I seen her before. There was something strangely familiar in every line of her; in her carriage, her manner of speaking, her gestures. I could have sworn that I knew her, and yet I knew too that I had never seen her before.

  When we reached the gardens of Issus we were led away from the temple instead of toward it. The way wound through enchanted parks to a mighty wall that towered a hundred feet in air.

  Massive gates gave egress upon a small plain, surrounded by the same gorgeous forests that I had seen at the foot of the Golden Cliffs.

  Crowds of blacks were strolling in the same direction that our guards were leading us, and with them mingled my old friends the plant women and great white apes.

  The brutal beasts moved among the crowd as pet dogs might. If they were in the way the blacks pushed them roughly to one side, or whacked them with the flat of a sword, and the animals slunk away as in great fear.

  Presently we came upon our destination, a great amphitheatre situated at the further edge of the plain, and about half a mile beyond the garden walls.

  Through a massive arched gateway the blacks poured in to take their seats, while our guards led us to a smaller entrance near one end of the structure.

  Through this we passed into an enclosure beneath the seats, where we found a number of other prisoners herded together under guard. Some of them were in irons, but for the most part they seemed sufficiently awed by the presence of their guards to preclude any possibility of attempted escape.

  During the trip from Shador I had had no opportunity to talk with my fellow-prisoner, but now that we were safely within the barred paddock our guards abated their watchfulness, with the result that I found myself able to approach the red Martian youth for whom I felt such a strange attraction.

  'What is the object of this assembly?' I asked her. 'Are we to fight for the edification of the First Born, or is it something worse than that?'

  'It is a part of the monthly rites of Issus,' she replied, 'in which black women wash the sins from their souls in the blood of women from the outer world. If, perchance, the black is killed, it is evidence of her disloyalty to Issus--the unpardonable sin. If she lives through the contest she is held acquitted of the charge that forced the sentence of the rites, as it is called, upon her.

  'The forms of combat vary. A number of us may be pitted together against an equal number, or twice the number of blacks; or singly we may be sent forth to face wild beasts, or some famous black warrior.'

  'And if we are victorious,' I asked, 'what then--freedom?'

  She laughed.

  'Freedom, forsooth. The only freedom for us death. None who enters the domains of the First Born ever leave. If we prove able fighters we are permitted to fight often. If we are not mighty fighters--' She shrugged her shoulders. 'Sooner or later we die in the arena.'

  'And you have fought often?' I asked.

  'Very often,' she replied. 'It is my only pleasure. Some hundred black devils have I accounted for during nearly a year of the rites of Issus. My mother would be very proud could he only know how well I have maintained the traditions of my mother's prowess.'

  'Your mother must have been a mighty warrior!' I said. 'I have known most of the warriors of Barsoom in my time; doubtless I knew her. Who was she?'

  'My mothers was--'

  'Come, calots!' cried the rough voice of a guard. 'To the slaughter with you,' and roughly we were hustled to the steep incline that led to the chambers far below which let out upon the arena.<
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  The amphitheatre, like all I had ever seen upon Barsoom, was built in a large excavation. Only the highest seats, which formed the low wall surrounding the pit, were above the level of the ground. The arena itself was far below the surface.

  Just beneath the lowest tier of seats was a series of barred cages on a level with the surface of the arena. Into these we were herded. But, unfortunately, my youthful friend was not of those who occupied a cage with me.

  Directly opposite my cage was the throne of Issus. Here the horrid creature squatted, surrounded by a hundred slave maidens sparkling in jewelled trappings. Brilliant cloths of many hues and strange patterns formed the soft cushion covering of the dais upon which they reclined about him.

  On four sides of the throne and several feet below it stood three solid ranks of heavily armed soldiery, elbow to elbow. In front of these were the high dignitaries of this mock heaven--gleaming blacks bedecked with precious stones, upon their foreheads the insignia of their rank set in circles of gold.

  On both sides of the throne stretched a solid mass of humanity from top to bottom of the amphitheatre. There were as many men as women, and each was clothed in the wondrously wrought harness of her station and her house. With each black was from one to three slaves, drawn from the domains of the therns and from the outer world. The blacks are all 'noble.' There is no peasantry among the First Born. Even the lowest soldier is a god, and has her slaves to wait upon her.

  The First Born do no work. The women fight--that is a sacred privilege and duty; to fight and die for Issus. The men do nothing, absolutely nothing. Slaves wash them, slaves dress them, slaves feed them. There are some, even, who have slaves that talk for them, and I saw one who sat during the rites with closed eyes while a slave narrated to his the events that were transpiring within the arena.

  The first event of the day was the Tribute to Issus. It marked the end of those poor unfortunates who had looked upon the divine glory of the god a full year before. There were ten of them--splendid beauties from the proud courts of mighty Jeddaks and from the temples of the Holy Therns. For a year they had served in the retinue of Issus; to-day they were to pay the price of this divine preferment with their lives; tomorrow they would grace the tables of the court functionaries.

  A huge black entered the arena with the young men. Carefully she inspected them, felt of their limbs and poked them in the ribs. Presently she selected one of their number whom she led before the throne of Issus. She addressed some words to the god which I could not hear. Issus nodded his head. The black raised her hands above her head in token of salute, grasped the boy by the wrist, and dragged his from the arena through a small doorway below the throne.

  'Issus will dine well to-night,' said a prisoner beside me.

  'What do you mean?' I asked.

  'That was his dinner that old Thabis is taking to the kitchens. Didst not note how carefully she selected the plumpest and tenderest of the lot?'

  I growled out my curses on the monster sitting opposite us on the gorgeous throne.

  'Fume not,' admonished my companion; 'you will see far worse than that if you live even a month among the First Born.'

  I turned again in time to see the gate of a nearby cage thrown open and three monstrous white apes spring into the arena. The girls shrank in a frightened group in the centre of the enclosure.

  One was on his knees with imploring hands outstretched toward Issus; but the hideous deity only leaned further forward in keener anticipation of the entertainment to come. At length the apes spied the huddled knot of terror-stricken maidens and with demoniacal shrieks of bestial frenzy, charged upon them.

  A wave of mad fury surged over me. The cruel cowardliness of the power-drunk creature whose malignant mind conceived such frightful forms of torture stirred to their uttermost depths my resentment and my womanhood. The blood-red haze that presaged death to my foes swam before my eyes.

  The guard lolled before the unbarred gate of the cage which confined me. What need of bars, indeed, to keep those poor victims from rushing into the arena which the edict of the gods had appointed as their death place!

  A single blow sent the black unconscious to the ground. Snatching up her long-sword, I sprang into the arena. The apes were almost upon the maidens, but a couple of mighty bounds were all my earthly muscles required to carry me to the centre of the sand-strewn floor.

  For an instant silence reigned in the great amphitheatre, then a wild shout arose from the cages of the doomed. My long-sword circled whirring through the air, and a great ape sprawled, headless, at the feet of the fainting girls.

  The other apes turned now upon me, and as I stood facing them a sullen roar from the audience answered the wild cheers from the cages. From the tail of my eye I saw a score of guards rushing across the glistening sand toward me. Then a figure broke from one of the cages behind them. It was the youth whose personality so fascinated me.

  She paused a moment before the cages, with upraised sword.

  'Come, women of the outer world!' she shouted. 'Let us make our deaths worth while, and at the back of this unknown warrior turn this day's Tribute to Issus into an orgy of revenge that will echo through the ages and cause black skins to blanch at each repetition of the rites of Issus. Come! The racks without your cages are filled with blades.'

  Without waiting to note the outcome of her plea, she turned and bounded toward me. From every cage that harboured red women a thunderous shout went up in answer to her exhortation. The inner guards went down beneath howling mobs, and the cages vomited forth their inmates hot with the lust to kill.

  The racks that stood without were stripped of the swords with which the prisoners were to have been armed to enter their allotted combats, and a swarm of determined warriors sped to our support.

  The great apes, towering in all their fifteen feet of height, had gone down before my sword while the charging guards were still some distance away. Close behind them pursued the youth. At my back were the young girls, and as it was in their service that I fought, I remained standing there to meet my inevitable death, but with the determination to give such an account of myself as would long be remembered in the land of the First Born.

  I noted the marvellous speed of the young red woman as she raced after the guards. Never had I seen such speed in any Martian. Her leaps and bounds were little short of those which my earthly muscles had produced to create such awe and respect on the part of the green Martians into whose hands I had fallen on that long-gone day that had seen my first advent upon Mars.

  The guards had not reached me when she fell upon them from the rear, and as they turned, thinking from the fierceness of her onslaught that a dozen were attacking them, I rushed them from my side.

  In the rapid fighting that followed I had little chance to note aught else than the movements of my immediate adversaries, but now and again I caught a fleeting glimpse of a purring sword and a lightly springing figure of sinewy steel that filled my heart with a strange yearning and a mighty but unaccountable pride.

  On the handsome face of the girl a grim smile played, and ever and anon she threw a taunting challenge to the foes that faced her. In this and other ways her manner of fighting was similar to that which had always marked me on the field of combat.

  Perhaps it was this vague likeness which made me love the girl, while the awful havoc that her sword played amongst the blacks filled my soul with a tremendous respect for her.

  For my part, I was fighting as I had fought a thousand times before--now sidestepping a wicked thrust, now stepping quickly in to let my sword's point drink deep in a foeman's heart, before it buried itself in the throat of her companion.

  We were having a merry time of it, we two, when a great body of Issus' own guards were ordered into the arena. On they came with fierce cries, while from every side the armed prisoners swarmed upon them.

  For half an hour it was as though all hell had broken loose. In the walled confines of the arena we fought in an inextricable ma
ss--howling, cursing, blood-streaked demons; and ever the sword of the young red woman flashed beside me.

  Slowly and by repeated commands I had succeeded in drawing the prisoners into a rough formation about us, so that at last we fought formed into a rude circle in the centre of which were the doomed maids.

  Many had gone down on both sides, but by far the greater havoc had been wrought in the ranks of the guards of Issus. I could see messengers running swiftly through the audience, and as they passed the nobles there unsheathed their swords and sprang into the arena. They were going to annihilate us by force of numbers--that was quite evidently their plan.

  I caught a glimpse of Issus leaning far forward upon his throne, his hideous countenance distorted in a horrid grimace of hate and rage, in which I thought I could distinguish an expression of fear. It was that face that inspired me to the thing that followed.