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The morning of the second day of her incarceration in the east tower of
the palace of Astok； Prince of Dusar； found Thuvia of Ptarth waiting in
dull apathy the coming of the assassin。
She had exhausted every possibility of escape； going over and over
again the door and the windows； the floor and the walls。
The solid ersite slabs she could not even scratch； the tough
Barsoomian glass of the windows would have shattered to nothing less
than a heavy sledge in the hands of a strong man。 The door and the lock
were impregnable。 There was no escape。 And they had stripped her of
her weapons so that she could not even anticipate the hour of her doom；
thus robbing them of the satisfaction of witnessing her last moments。
When would they come？ Would Astok do the deed with his own
hands？ She doubted that he had the courage for it。 At heart he was a
cowardshe had known it since first she had heard him brag as； a visitor at
the court of her father； he had sought to impress her with his valour。
She could not help but compare him with another。 And with whom
would an affianced bride compare an unsuccessful suitor？ With her
betrothed？ And did Thuvia of Ptarth now measure Astok of Dusar by the
standards of Kulan Tith； Jeddak of Kaol？
She was about to die； her thoughts were her own to do with as she
pleased； yet furthest from them was Kulan Tith。 Instead the figure of the
tall and comely Heliumite filled her mind； crowding therefrom all other
images。
She dreamed of his noble face； the quiet dignity of his bearing； the
smile that lit his eyes as he conversed with his friends； and the smile that
touched his lips as he fought with his enemies the fighting smile of his
Virginian sire。
And Thuvia of Ptarth； true daughter of Barsoom； found her breath
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quickening and heart leaping to the memory of this other smilethe smile
that she would never see again。 With a little half…sob the girl sank to the
pile of silks and furs that were tumbled in confusion beneath the east
windows； burying her face in her arms。
In the corridor outside her prison…room two men had paused in heated
argument。
〃I tell you again； Astok；〃 one was saying； 〃that I shall not do this thing
unless you be present in the room。〃
There was little of the respect due royalty in the tone of the speaker's
voice。 The other； noting it； flushed。
〃Do not impose too far upon my friendship for you； Vas Kor；〃 he
snapped。 〃There is a limit to my patience。〃
〃There is no question of royal prerogative here；〃 returned Vas Kor。
〃You ask me to become an assassin in your stead； and against your
jeddak's strict injunctions。 You are in no position； Astok； to dictate to me；
but rather should you be glad to accede to my reasonable request that you
be present； thus sharing the guilt with me。 Why should I bear it all？〃
The younger man scowled； but he advanced toward the locked door；
and as it swung in upon its hinges； he entered the room beyond at the side
of Vas Kor。
Across the chamber the girl； hearing them enter； rose to her feet and
faced them。 Under the soft copper of her skin she blanched just a trifle；
but her eyes were brave and level； and the haughty tilt of her firm little
chin was eloquent of loathing and contempt。
〃You still prefer death？〃 asked Astok。
〃To YOU； yes；〃 replied the girl coldly。
The Prince of Dusar turned to Vas Kor and nodded。 The noble drew his
short…sword and crossed the room toward Thuvia。
〃Kneel！〃 he commanded。
〃I prefer to die standing；〃 she replied。
〃As you will；〃 said Vas Kor； feeling the point of his blade with his left
thumb。 〃In the name of Nutus； Jeddak of Dusar！〃 he cried； and ran
quickly toward her。
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〃In the name of Carthoris； Prince of Helium！〃 came in low tones from
the doorway。
Vas Kor turned to see the panthan he had recruited at his son's house
leaping across the floor toward him。 The fellow brushed past Astok with
an： 〃After him； youcalot！〃
Vas Kor wheeled to meet the charging man。
〃What means this treason？〃 he cried。
Astok； with bared sword； leaped to Vas Kor's assistance。 The panthan's
sword clashed against that of the noble； and in the first encounter Vas Kor
knew that he faced a master swordsman。
Before he half realized the stranger's purpose he found the man
between himself and Thuvia of Ptarth； at bay facing the two swords of the
Dusarians。 But he fought not like a man at bay。 Ever was he the
aggressor； and though always he kept his flashing blade between the girl
and her enemies； yet he managed to force them hither and thither about the
room； calling to the girl to follow close behind him。
Until it was too late neither Vas Kor nor Astok dreamed of that which
lay in the panthan's mind； but at last as the fellow stood with his back
toward the door； both understoodthey were penned in their own prison；
and now the intruder could slay them at his will； for Thuvia of Ptarth was
bolting the door at the man's direction； first taking the key from the
opposite side； where Astok had left it when they had entered。
Astok； as was his way； finding that the enemy did not fall immediately
before their swords； was leaving the brunt of the fighting to Vas Kor； and
now as his eyes appraised the panthan carefully they presently went wider
and wider； for slowly he had come to recognize the features of the Prince
of Helium。
The Heliumite was pressing close upon Vas Kor。 The noble was
bleeding from a dozen wounds。 Astok saw that he could not for long
withstand the cunning craft of that terrible sword hand。
〃Courage； Vas Kor！〃 he whispered in the other's ear。 〃I have a plan。
Hold him but a moment longer and all will be well；〃 but the balance of the
sentence； 〃with Astok； Prince of Dusar；〃 he did not voice aloud。
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Vas Kor； dreaming no treachery； no