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.
I had been in my cage for about two hours when a detachment of the palace guard entered the avenue and chased all the spectators out of the zoo. A few minutes later there was a blare of trumpets at the far end of the avenue, and, looking, I saw a number of men and women approaching.
“What now?” I asked the red man in the cage next to me.
The fellow looked at me as though surprised that I had the power of speech. “Jal Had is coming to look at you,” he said. He is going to be very proud of you, because there is nothing else like you in the world.”
“He may learn differently in time,” I said, “and to his sorrow, for there are millions like me and their leaders are planning to overrun and conquer all Barsoom.”
The red man laughed at that, but he would not have laughed if he had known what I knew.
The royal party was approaching, Jal Had walking a few paces ahead of the others. He was a gross-appearing man, with a cruel mouth and shifty eyes. He came and stopped before my cage; and as the others approached and stopped behind him, I saw that Janai was one of them. She looked up at me, and I saw tears forming in her eyes. “Splendid,” said Jal Had, after he had examined me minutely for several moments. “I’ll wager that there is not another specimen like this anywhere in the world.” He turned toward his companions. “What do you think of it?” he demanded.
“It is wonderful,” they all replied, practically in unison, that is, all but Janai. She remained silent.
Then Jal Had fixed his gaze upon Janai. “And what do you think of it, my love?” he asked.
“I think a great deal of it,” she replied. “Tor-dur-bar is my friend, and I think that it is a cruel shame to cage him up like this.”
“You would like to have wild beasts roaming around the city, then?” he demanded.
“Tor-dur-bar is not a wild beast; he is a brave and loyal friend. But for him, I should have been long since dead; and though perhaps I had been better off, I shall never cease to appreciate the dangers and hardships that he endured for me.”
“For that, he shall be rewarded, then,” said Jal Had, magnanimously. “He shall receive the scraps from the royal table.”
Now that was something. I, a noble of Helium, to be fed with the scraps from the table of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor. However, I consoled myself with the thought that scraps from his table would probably be far better fare than that ordinarily served to the beasts of the zoo, and I could easily swallow my pride along with his scraps.
Of course, I had no opportunity to converse with Janai, so I could not learn what had happened to her, nor what the future held for her, if she knew.
“Tell me something about yourself,” demanded Jal Had. “Are you just a freak, or are there more like you? What were your father and mother like?”
“I had no father and mother,” I replied, “and there are many more like me, millions of us.”
“No father and mother?” he demanded. “But some sort of a creature must have laid the egg from which you hatched.”
“I came from no egg,” I replied.
“Well,” said Jal Had, “you are not only the greatest freak I ever saw, but the greatest liar. Perhaps a good beating will teach you better manners than to lie to Jal Had.”
“He has not lied,” said Janai. “He has told you the truth.”
“So you, too,” he demanded of her, “you too, think I am a fool? I can have my women beaten, as well as my animals, if they do not behave themselves.”
“You are proving definitely that you are a fool,” I said, “for you have heard the truth from both of us, and yet do not believe it.”
“Silence!” shouted an officer of the guard. “Shall I kill the presumptuous beast, Jal Had?”
“No,” replied the Prince. “He is too valuable. Perhaps later I shall have him beaten.” I wondered who would have the temerity to enter my cage to beat me, I, who could tear an ordinary man limb from limb.
Jal Had turned and walked away, followed by the members of his party; and when they had left the avenue, the public was once more admitted; and, until dark, I had to endure the gaze and insults of a loud-mouthed rabble. Now I realized with what contempt caged beasts must look upon the human beings which gape and gawk at them.
After the crowds were expelled from the zoo, the animals were fed, for Jal Had had discovered that beasts in captivity thrive better if gaping crowds are not watching them at their food; and so his animals were allowed to feed in peace and in such solitude as their cages afforded. I was not fed with the others, but shortly afterward a slave boy came from Jal Had’s palace with a hamper filled with the scraps from his table.
The boy was goggle-eyed with wonderment and awe as he approached my cage and looked at me. There was a small door in the front of my cage near the floor through which the food could be passed to me; but the youth was evidently afraid to open it for fear that I might seize him.
“Do not be afraid,” I said. “I shall not harm you. I am not a wild beast.”
He came closer then and timidly opened the little door. “I am not afraid,” he said; but I knew that he was.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“From Duhor,” he replied.
“A friend of a friend of mine lives there,” I said.
“And who might that be?”
“Vad Varo,” I replied.
“Ah, Vad Varo! I have seen him often. I was to have taken service in his guard when I finished my training. He married Valla Dia, our Princess. He is a great warrior. And who is your friend that is his friend?”
“John Carter, Prince of Helium, Warlord of Mars,” I replied.
Then indeed did his eyes go wide. “John Carter, you know him? Who has not heard of him, the greatest swordsman of all Barsoom? But how could such as you be friend of John Carter?”
“It may seem strange to you,” I admitted, “but the fact remains that John Carter is my best friend.”
“But what do you know of John Carter?” demanded the red man in the adjoining cage. “I am from Helium; and there is no creature like you in the entire empire. I think you are a great liar. You lied to me, and you lied to Jal Had, and now you are lying to this young slave. What do you think you can gain by telling so many lies? Have you never heard that Martians pride themselves upon being truthful men?”
“I have not lied,” I said.
“You do not even know what John Carter looks like,” taunted the red man.
“He has black hair and grey eyes, and a lighter skin than yours,” I replied; “and he came from Jasoom, and he is married to Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium. When he came to Barsoom, he was captured by the green men of Thark. He has fought in Okar, the land of the yellow men in the far north; and he has fought therns in the Valley Dor; the length and breadth of Barsoom, he has fought; and when I saw him last, we were in Morbus together.”
The red man looked surprised. “By my first ancestor,” he exclaimed, “but you do know a lot about John Carter. Perhaps you are telling the truth after all.”
The young slave had looked at me with rapt attention. I could see that he was much impressed; and I hoped that I had won his confidence and that later I might win his friendship, for I wanted a friend in the palace of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor.
“So you have seen John Carter,” he said. “You have talked with him, you have touched him. Ah, how wonderful!”
“Some day he m
ay come to Amhor,” I said, “and if he does, tell him that you knew Tor-dur-bar, and that you were kind to him; and John Carter will be your friend, too.”
“I shall be as kind to you as I can,” he said, “and if there is anything that I can do for you, I shall be glad to do it.”
“There is something that you can do for me,” I said.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Come closer, so that I may whisper it to you.” He hesitated. “Do not be afraid; I shall not harm you.”
Then he came close to the cage. “What is it?” he asked.
I kneeled and bent my lips close to his ear. “I wish to know all that you can learn about the girl, Janai; I mean, what is happening to her in the palace of Jal Had, and what is going to happen to her.”
“I shall tell you all that I can learn,” he said; and then he took his empty hamper and went away.
chapter XXV
PRINCE IN A ZOO
MONOTONOUS DAYS came and went, relieved only by conversation with the red man in the adjoining cage, and by visits twice a day from the young slave from Duhor, whose name was Orm-O.
Quite a friendship developed between the red man from Helium and I. His name was Ur Raj; and when he told me it, I recalled having met him several years before. He was from Hastor, a city on the frontier of the empire, and had been a padwar aboard one of the warships stationed there. I asked him if he remembered an officer named Vor Daj, and he said he remembered him very well.
“Do you know him?” he inquired.
“Intimately,” I replied. “In fact, there is nobody in the world whom I know so well.”
“But how do you know him?” he demanded.
“He was at Morbus with John Carter,” I replied.
“He was a splendid officer,” he said. “I recall having a long conversation with him when the grand fleet came to Hastor.”
“You and he discussed an invention that you were working upon that would detect and locate enemy ships at a great distance, identifying them by the sound of their motors. You had discovered that no two motors gave forth the same vibrations, and you had developed an instrument that recorded these vibrations accurately at great distances. You also introduced him to a very beautiful young lady whom you hoped to take as your mate.”
Ur Raj’s eyes went wide in astonishment. “But how in the world could you know of these matters?” he demanded. “You must have been very intimate with him indeed if he narrated to you the gist of conversations that took place years before with a comparative stranger.”
“He told neither me nor any other about your invention,” I replied, “because he promised you that he would not say anything about it until you had fully developed it and offered it to the navy of Helium.”
“But then if he did not tell you, how could you know these things?” he demanded.
“That, you may never know,” I replied; “but you may rest assured that Vor Daj never abused your confidence.”
I believe that Ur Raj was a little in awe of me after that, believing that I had some supernatural or occult powers. I used to catch him gazing at me intently as he squatted upon the floor of his cage, doubtless trying to fathom what seemed an inexplicable mystery to him.
The slave boy, Orm-O, became quite friendly, telling me all that he could learn about Janai, which was little or nothing. I gathered from him that she was in no immediate danger, as Jal Had’s oldest wife had taken her under her protection. Jal Had had several wives; and this first wife he feared above all things on Earth. She had long objected to sharing the affections of Jal Had with other women; and she did not intend that the number should be increased, especially by the acquisition of so beautiful a young woman as Janai.
“It is rumored,” said Orm-O, “that she will put Janai out of the way at the first opportunity. She is hesitating now only because of the fear that Jal Had, in his rage, would destroy her if she did so; but she may find a way to accomplish it without bringing suspicion upon herself. In fact, she has several times recently received Gantun Gur, the assassin of Amhor, who recently returned from captivity. I can tell you that I should not like to be Janai, especially if Gantun Gur listens too long to Vanuma and accepts a commission from her.”
This information caused me considerable concern for the welfare of Janai. Of course, I felt quite certain that Gantun Gur would not kill her; but that would not keep Vanuma from finding some other means, if she had determined to destroy Janai. I asked Orm-O to warn Janai, and he said that he would if he ever had an opportunity.
The danger threatening Janai was constantly on my mind, and my inability to aid her drove me almost to distraction. If there were only something that I might do. But there was nothing. I seemed to be utterly helpless, and Janai’s situation equally hopeless.
Sometimes we had dull days at the zoo; but as a rule there was a steady stream of people passing along the avenue between the cages, and almost always there was a little crowd gathered in front of my cage when the avenue was not jammed by those who came and stood looking at me for hours at a stretch. There were always new faces; but there were those that I had learned to recognize because they came so often; and then one day I saw Gantun Gur in the crowd. He shouldered his way toward me, eliciting much grumbling and some hard words; but when someone recognized him and his name was passed around, the spectators gave way before him, for no one wished to antagonize the assassin of Amhor. What a reputation the original must have gained!
“Kaor, Tor-dur-bar,” he said, coming close to the cage.
“Kaor, Gantun Gur,” I replied. “It is good to see you again; and I wish that I might speak to you privately.”
“I will come back,” he said, “after the visitors are expelled. You see, I am something of a privileged character in Amhor and around the palace. No one wishes to antagonize me, not even Jal Had.”
I thought that the day would never end, that the visitors would never leave. The hours dragged interminably; but at last the guards drove the public out, and the carts containing food for the beasts were wheeled down the avenue. Then Orm-O came with his hamper of scraps; but there was no sign of Gantun Gur. I wondered if he had again deserted me, or if his boasted privilege was a myth. I was particularly anxious to see him, because I had finally evolved a plan which I thought might prove beneficial for Janai. I asked Orm-O for some word of her, but he only shook his head and said that he had not seen her around the palace for days.
“Perhaps Vanuma has had her destroyed,” I suggested, fearfully.
“Perhaps,” he said. “The last I heard was that she was not treating Janai so well as she had in the beginning. Some say that she whips her every night now.”
I couldn’t imagine Vanuma or anyone else whipping Janai, for she was not the type to take a whipping meekly.
It was almost dark and I had given up all hope of Gantun Gur, when I saw him approach my cage. “Kaor, Tor-dur-bar!” he said. “I was delayed; no less a person than Jal Had himself. He came to me in conversation.”
“Whom does he wish killed now?” asked Ur Raj.
“He only wished to be certain that I was not planning on killing him,” replied Gantun Gur. “Do you know that I would rather be what I am, head of the Assassins’ Guild, than to be Prince of Amhor! My power is unlimited; everyone fears me, for, while I am known, all my assassins are not; and even those who might plot against me fear to do so lest my spies learn of it.”
“You have come a long way from the Laboratory Building, Gantun Gur,” I said, with a smile. “But tell me, does Janai still live? Is she well? Is she safe?”
“She lives and is well, but she is not safe; she never can be safe in Amhor. At least her life will never be safe as long as Vanuma lives. Of course, I do not need to tell you that neither I nor any of my assassins will destroy Janai; but Vanuma may find someone else to do it, or even do it herself in desperation; so I have come to the conclusion that the best thing that I can do is to have Vanuma assassinated.”
“No, no,” I o
bjected. “The moment Vanuma were out of the way, there would be none to protect Janai from Jal Had.”
“That is right,” said Gantun Gur, scratching his head. “I had not taken that phase of the matter into consideration. As a matter of fact, it would not be so bad for Janai, for then she would become Princess of Amhor; and from what I have seen of Jal Had’s other wife, Janai would rule undisputed queen.”
“But she does not wish to marry Jal Had,” I said. “Vor Daj loves her. We must save her for him.”
“Vor Daj,” said Gantun Gur, “lying as one dead in the pits beneath the Laboratory Building of Morbus, certainly surrounded and perhaps long since devoured by the horror that spreads from Vat Room No. 4. No, no, Tor-dur-bar, while I admire your loyalty to Vor Daj, I think that it is wasted. Neither you, nor I, nor Janai will ever see him again.”
“Nevertheless, we must do what we can to save Janai for him; for I, for one, have not given up hope that Vor Daj some day will be rescued.”
“Well, have you a plan, then?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, “I have.”
“What is it?” he demanded.
“Get word to Vanuma, even if you have to tell her yourself, that Jal Had has learned that she is attempting to hire assassins to destroy Janai, and that he has sworn that if Janai dies, no matter what the cause, he will immediately destroy Vanuma.”
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