Battling In The Arena

: A Princess Of Mars

Slowly I regained my composure and finally essayed again to attempt to

remove the keys from the dead body of my former jailer. But as I

reached out into the darkness to locate it I found to my horror that it

was gone. Then the truth flashed on me; the owners of those gleaming

eyes had dragged my prize away from me to be devoured in their

neighboring lair; as they had been waiting for days, for weeks, for

months, thro
gh all this awful eternity of my imprisonment to drag my

dead carcass to their feast.



For two days no food was brought me, but then a new messenger appeared

and my incarceration went on as before, but not again did I allow my

reason to be submerged by the horror of my position.



Shortly after this episode another prisoner was brought in and chained

near me. By the dim torch light I saw that he was a red Martian and I

could scarcely await the departure of his guards to address him. As

their retreating footsteps died away in the distance, I called out

softly the Martian word of greeting, kaor.



"Who are you who speaks out of the darkness?" he answered



"John Carter, a friend of the red men of Helium."



"I am of Helium," he said, "but I do not recall your name."



And then I told him my story as I have written it here, omitting only

any reference to my love for Dejah Thoris. He was much excited by the

news of Helium's princess and seemed quite positive that she and Sola

could easily have reached a point of safety from where they left me.

He said that he knew the place well because the defile through which

the Warhoon warriors had passed when they discovered us was the only

one ever used by them when marching to the south.



"Dejah Thoris and Sola entered the hills not five miles from a great

waterway and are now probably quite safe," he assured me.



My fellow prisoner was Kantos Kan, a padwar (lieutenant) in the navy of

Helium. He had been a member of the ill-fated expedition which had

fallen into the hands of the Tharks at the time of Dejah Thoris'

capture, and he briefly related the events which followed the defeat of

the battleships.



Badly injured and only partially manned they had limped slowly toward

Helium, but while passing near the city of Zodanga, the capital of

Helium's hereditary enemies among the red men of Barsoom, they had been

attacked by a great body of war vessels and all but the craft to which

Kantos Kan belonged were either destroyed or captured. His vessel was

chased for days by three of the Zodangan war ships but finally escaped

during the darkness of a moonless night.



Thirty days after the capture of Dejah Thoris, or about the time of our

coming to Thark, his vessel had reached Helium with about ten survivors

of the original crew of seven hundred officers and men. Immediately

seven great fleets, each of one hundred mighty war ships, had been

dispatched to search for Dejah Thoris, and from these vessels two

thousand smaller craft had been kept out continuously in futile search

for the missing princess.



Two green Martian communities had been wiped off the face of Barsoom by

the avenging fleets, but no trace of Dejah Thoris had been found. They

had been searching among the northern hordes, and only within the past

few days had they extended their quest to the south.



Kantos Kan had been detailed to one of the small one-man fliers and had

had the misfortune to be discovered by the Warhoons while exploring

their city. The bravery and daring of the man won my greatest respect

and admiration. Alone he had landed at the city's boundary and on foot

had penetrated to the buildings surrounding the plaza. For two days

and nights he had explored their quarters and their dungeons in search

of his beloved princess only to fall into the hands of a party of

Warhoons as he was about to leave, after assuring himself that Dejah

Thoris was not a captive there.



During the period of our incarceration Kantos Kan and I became well

acquainted, and formed a warm personal friendship. A few days only

elapsed, however, before we were dragged forth from our dungeon for the

great games. We were conducted early one morning to an enormous

amphitheater, which instead of having been built upon the surface of

the ground was excavated below the surface. It had partially filled

with debris so that how large it had originally been was difficult to

say. In its present condition it held the entire twenty thousand

Warhoons of the assembled hordes.



The arena was immense but extremely uneven and unkempt. Around it the

Warhoons had piled building stone from some of the ruined edifices of

the ancient city to prevent the animals and the captives from escaping

into the audience, and at each end had been constructed cages to hold

them until their turns came to meet some horrible death upon the arena.



Kantos Kan and I were confined together in one of the cages. In the

others were wild calots, thoats, mad zitidars, green warriors, and

women of other hordes, and many strange and ferocious wild beasts of

Barsoom which I had never before seen. The din of their roaring,

growling and squealing was deafening and the formidable appearance of

any one of them was enough to make the stoutest heart feel grave

forebodings.



Kantos Kan explained to me that at the end of the day one of these

prisoners would gain freedom and the others would lie dead about the

arena. The winners in the various contests of the day would be pitted

against each other until only two remained alive; the victor in the

last encounter being set free, whether animal or man. The following

morning the cages would be filled with a new consignment of victims,

and so on throughout the ten days of the games.



Shortly after we had been caged the amphitheater began to fill and

within an hour every available part of the seating space was occupied.

Dak Kova, with his jeds and chieftains, sat at the center of one side

of the arena upon a large raised platform.



At a signal from Dak Kova the doors of two cages were thrown open and a

dozen green Martian females were driven to the center of the arena.

Each was given a dagger and then, at the far end, a pack of twelve

calots, or wild dogs were loosed upon them.



As the brutes, growling and foaming, rushed upon the almost defenseless

women I turned my head that I might not see the horrid sight. The

yells and laughter of the green horde bore witness to the excellent

quality of the sport and when I turned back to the arena, as Kantos Kan

told me it was over, I saw three victorious calots, snarling and

growling over the bodies of their prey. The women had given a good

account of themselves.



Next a mad zitidar was loosed among the remaining dogs, and so it went

throughout the long, hot, horrible day.



During the day I was pitted against first men and then beasts, but as I

was armed with a long-sword and always outclassed my adversary in

agility and generally in strength as well, it proved but child's play

to me. Time and time again I won the applause of the bloodthirsty

multitude, and toward the end there were cries that I be taken from the

arena and be made a member of the hordes of Warhoon.



Finally there were but three of us left, a great green warrior of some

far northern horde, Kantos Kan, and myself.



The other two were to battle and then I to fight the conqueror for the

liberty which was accorded the final winner.



Kantos Kan had fought several times during the day and like myself had

always proven victorious, but occasionally by the smallest of margins,

especially when pitted against the green warriors. I had little hope

that he could best his giant adversary who had mowed down all before

him during the day. The fellow towered nearly sixteen feet in height,

while Kantos Kan was some inches under six feet. As they advanced to

meet one another I saw for the first time a trick of Martian

swordsmanship which centered Kantos Kan's every hope of victory and

life on one cast of the dice, for, as he came to within about twenty

feet of the huge fellow he threw his sword arm far behind him over his

shoulder and with a mighty sweep hurled his weapon point foremost at

the green warrior. It flew true as an arrow and piercing the poor

devil's heart laid him dead upon the arena.



Kantos Kan and I were now pitted against each other but as we

approached to the encounter I whispered to him to prolong the battle

until nearly dark in the hope that we might find some means of escape.

The horde evidently guessed that we had no hearts to fight each other

and so they howled in rage as neither of us placed a fatal thrust.

Just as I saw the sudden coming of dark I whispered to Kantos Kan to

thrust his sword between my left arm and my body. As he did so I

staggered back clasping the sword tightly with my arm and thus fell to

the ground with his weapon apparently protruding from my chest. Kantos

Kan perceived my coup and stepping quickly to my side he placed his

foot upon my neck and withdrawing his sword from my body gave me the

final death blow through the neck which is supposed to sever the

jugular vein, but in this instance the cold blade slipped harmlessly

into the sand of the arena. In the darkness which had now fallen none

could tell but that he had really finished me. I whispered to him to

go and claim his freedom and then look for me in the hills east of the

city, and so he left me.



When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as

the great excavation lay far from the plaza and in an untenanted

portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the

hills beyond.



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