Chieftain of Tharks

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  1. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    My lord John Carter, I am ready as always.

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  2. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    You keep saying these strange words and smiling, John Carter. What do they mean, "Once more into her breeches"?

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  3. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    The strangeness of John Carter's ways and his incredible strength assured me that he could not be of this world. For all that, we both marvelled that we could conceive a child, let alone children. We sometimes wondered whether humans had originated on Mars and spread to Earth, becoming Earthians, though there are no records here while there would be, had we done.

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  4. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    I reclined as I watched my daughter, Tara of Helium, as she rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which she had been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed toward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc depended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physical perfection—the effortless harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf of silken gossamer crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body; her black hair was piled high upon her head. With a wooden stick she tapped upon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summons was answered by a slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by her mistress.

    "Are my father's guests arriving?" asked she.

    "Yes, Tara of Helium, they come," replied the slave. "I have seen Kantos Kan, Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son of Kantos Kan," she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned Djor Kantos' name, "and—oh, there were others, many have come."

    "You worry far too much, my daughter," I said. "You could easily let the servants take care of it all. You have given them full instructions already; there is need only to know the exceptions, not the conformances to your will."

    "My mother, do not chide me at this time. I have need to know these things and without knowing them, will not rest easily."

    "Then, do as you will, of course. Why did she look at you so when she said the name of Djor Kantos?"


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  5. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    "The bath, then, Uthia," said her mistress, my daughter. "And why, Uthia," she added, "do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos?"

    The slave girl laughed gaily. "It is so plain to all that he worships you," she replied.

    "It is not plain to me," said Tara of Helium. "He is the friend of my brother, Carthoris, and so he is here much; but not to see me. It is his friendship for Carthoris that brings him thus often to the palace of my father."

    "But Carthoris is hunting in the north with Talu, Jeddak of Okar," Uthia reminded her.

    "My bath, Uthia!" cried my daughter, Tara of Helium. "That tongue of yours will bring you to some misadventure yet."

    "The bath is ready, Tara of Helium," the girl responded, her eyes still twinkling with merriment, for she well knew that in the heart of her mistress was no anger that could displace the love of the princess for her slave. Preceding the daughter of The Warlord she opened the door of an adjoining room where lay the bath—a gleaming pool of scented water in a marble basin. Golden stanchions supported a chain of gold encircling it and leading down into the water on either side of marble steps. A glass dome let in the sun-light, which flooded the interior, glancing from the polished white of the marble walls and the procession of bathers and fishes, which, in conventional design, were inlaid with gold in a broad band that circled the room.


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  6. Dejah Thoris

    Dejah Thoris Daughter of Mors Kajak of Helium
    Zorro

    As she left her apartments to make her way to the gardens where the guests were congregating, two warriors, the insignia of the House of the Prince of Helium upon their harness, followed a few paces behind her, grim reminders that the assassin's blade may never be ignored upon Barsoom, where, in a measure, it counterbalances the great natural span of human life, which is estimated at not less than a thousand years.

    As they neared the entrance to the garden another woman, similarly guarded, approached them from another quarter of the great palace. As she neared them Tara of Helium turned toward her with a smile and a happy greeting, while her guards knelt with bowed heads in willing and voluntary adoration of the beloved of Helium. Thus always, solely at the command of their own hearts, did the warriors of Helium greet Dejah Thoris, whose deathless beauty had more than once brought them to bloody warfare with other nations of Barsoom. So great was the love of the people of Helium for the mate of John Carter it amounted practically to worship, as though she were indeed the goddess that she looked.

    The mother and daughter exchanged the gentle, Barsoomian, "kaor" of greeting and kissed. Then together they entered the gardens where the guests were.


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