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O-Tar smiled more broadly than before and U-Dor sed one another and whispered, laughing And Tara of Helium knew then that there was trickery in their justice; but though her situation seemed hopeless she did not cease to hope, for was she not the daughter of John Carter, Warlord of Barsooe to Fate, "I still live!" reht of her noble sire the patrician chin of Tara of Heliuher Ah! if he but knehere she was there were little to fear then The hosts of Heliureen warriors of John Carter's savage allies would sware and for loot, the stately ships of her beloved navy would soar above the unprotected towers and minarets of the doomed city which only capitulation and heavy tribute could then save

But John Carter did not know! There was only one other to whoht hope to look-Turan the panthan; but where was he? She had seen his sword in play and she knew that it had been wielded by a master hand, and who should knoordplay better than Tara of Heliue of John Carter hireater physical prowess than her own, and a ht have been at once the envy and despair of the cleverest of warriors And so it was that her thoughts turned to Turan the panthan, though not alone because of the protection he ht afford her She had realized, since he had left her in search of food, that there had grown between them a certain comradeship that she now missed There had been that about hiulf between their stations in life With him she had failed to consider that he was a panthan or that she was a princess-they had been comrades Suddenly she realized that she missed him for himself more than for his sword She turned toward O-Tar

"Where is Turan, my warrior?" she demanded

"You shall not lack for warriors," replied the jeddak "One of your beauty will find plenty ready to fight for her Possibly it shall not be necessary to look farther than the jeddak of Manator You please h narrowed lids the Princess of Helium scrutinized the Jeddak of Manator, from feathered headdress to sandaled foot and back to feathered headdress