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"U-Thor is a just ood, then?" asked Tara of Helium

"There be none nobler," replied Lan-O "In Manatos none but wicked criminals who deserve death are forced to play at jetan, and even then the play is fair and they have their chance for freedom Volunteers may play, but the moves are not necessarily to the death-a wound, and even so the issue There they look upon jetan as a martial sport-here it is but butchery And U-Thor is opposed to the ancient slave raids and to the policy that keeps Manator forever isolated from the other nations of Barsooe"

The two girls watched the colu up the broad avenue froeous, barbaric procession of painted warriors in jewel-studded harness and waving feathers; vicious, squealing thoats caparisoned in rich trappings; far above their heads the long lances of their riders bore fluttering pennons; foot-soldiers swinging easily along the stone pave forth no sound; and at the rear of each utan a train of painted chariots, drawn bythe equipment of the company to which they were attached Utan after utan entered through the great gate, and even when the head of the column reached the palace of O-Tar they were not all within the city

"I have been here irl, Lan-O; "but never have I seen even The Great Jed bring so h half-closed eyes Tara of Heliu to i to the rescue of their princess That splendid figure upon the great thoat ht be John Carter, himself, Warlord of Barsoom, and behind him utan after utan of the veterans of the eain and sawthe host of painted, befeathered barbarians, and sighed But yet she watched, fascinated by the roups of silent figures upon the balconies No waving silks; no cries of welcome; no showers of flowers and jewels such as would have eant into the twin cities of her birth

"The people do not seem friendly to the warriors of Manatos," she ren froirl looked at her in surprise "It cannot be that you do not know!" she exclai open and an officer stood before them