Talon Gar!"
"Talon Gar?"
"The Jeddak's loyal servent," he said with a bitter smile. "The great Hin Abtol would never stoop to torturing someone himself; it upsets his digestion."
"I wish there was something we could do to help, Bal Daxus," I said, laying my hand on his shoulder.
"There is,"he said. "That is why I have come. If I release you and Tan Hadron, will you aid me in effecting Lirai's rescue and give us safe entry into Helium should our attempt to escape prove successful?"
"You have my solemn word," I assured him.
"I have the key to your shackles with me," he said, and with that he withdrew the key and knelt down, working on my chains.
At that instant the lock turned, the door opened, and Talon Gar, followed by a detail of warriors, entered the cell.
CHAPTER VI HIN-ABTOL
"What have we here, Bal Daxus?" demanded Talon Gar.
"I was checking the prisoner's chains," he answered blandly.
Talon Gar stared coldly at the three of us for a few seconds,though it seemed like an eternity. Then he shrugged and ordered one of his men to unchain me.
"The great Hin Abtol," he said, "desires to have an audience with John Carter."
"And I?" asked Tan Hadron of Hastor.
"You, slave," he snapped, "have too long led a lifp of ease. Tomorrow you return to the Games!"
If he was expecting a show of fear from Tan Hadron he must have been greatly disappointed, for the Heliumlte smiled and said, "I am well pleased. Perhaps I may even cross swords in the arena with Talon Gar, so that his countrymen may see the sadistic monster from whom they cower receive his just desserts."
Turning almost white with rage, Talon Gar, his face contorted in a maniacal grin, kicked Tan Hadron in the groin. Tan Hadron dropped to the floor, but not a murmer of pain escaped his noble lips.
Bal Daxus reached for the hilt of his sword but I held his arm fast. "Later," I whispered. "He will be avenged, but now is not the time. Think of Lirai." Reluctantly he relaxed his muscles and walked to Tan Hadron's side.
"I should not display such sympathy toward a slave were I you," said Talon Gar, his dark eyes glowing like hot coals.
"A slave is property," replied Bal Daxus. "It must be kept in good condition."
Talon Gar spat on the floor and then, grasping me roughly by the shoulder, led me out of the cell and down the corridor. We took a branch to the left and soon arrived at a massive, delicately-carved portal. Talon Gar had taken the precaution of binding my hands behind me, and it was in this condition that I was ushered into the Throne Room of Hin Abtol, Jeddak of Ayathor.
My attention was immediately drawn to the great, diamond-encrusted throne. At the very apex of the golden structure was a large diadem of a color unknown to earthly eyes, and hence a description of it would be useless. Suffice it to say that it was beautiful in the extreme.
However, i had little eye for the beauty of my surroundings, and I looked about the room for' Hin Abtol. He wasn't present yet, but almost two hundred soldiers stood in formation along the walls, all of them watching me intently. I noticed that Bal Daxus
Then the plush red curtains behind the throne parted and Hin Abtol stepped forth regally and seated himself. As I surveyed his face I could see all the defeat and hatred of the past three years written large upon it.
"Calot!" he hissed, glaring at me. "For years you have persecuted me, warred with me, hindered my glorious plans! Death is far too good for you!*
"If the Jeddak of Ayathor would be so kind as to give me a sword and engage me in combat," I replied, looking him squarely in the eye, "he might thus inflict endless pain and suffering upon me before mercifully sending me to Join my ancestors."
A look of sheer terror at the prospect of dueling with me crossed his evil face for a moment, and I observed half-concealed smiles of pleasure on many of the warriors' countenances.
"Insolent calot!"‘ he shrieked. "You shall learn to show respect for the Jeddak of Ayathor !"
"I have a calot in Helium who merits more respect than you, and furthermore, he is far more handsome."
"Silence!"’ he roared. "John Carter, you have defiled my name for the last time! You shall die the vilest, the most horrible of deaths, a death only John Carter could merit!"
I could do naught but smile at this, for I do not fear death, and it appeared that Hin Abtol was trying to frighten me into the grave.
"So the Warlord finds his fate humorous?" he demanded.
"Not my fate, Hin Abtol," I said calmly, "but my executioner." I paused, and then added: "You are going to do it yourself, aren't you? You wouldn't allow such a feeble-minded madman as Talon Gar to have all the pleasure?"
"Someone bind the prisoner's mouth, that he may no longer debase your Jeddak," commanded Hin Abtol.
Bal Daxus walked over and placed a leather thong about my lips. Before he drew it tight I whispered: "I don't know what's in store for me, but if you don't hear from me soon release Tan Hadron and Lirai and escape this place without me."
"I shall never desert you while you live, John Carter," he replied in a low voice, and tightened the gag.
"John Carter, said Hin Abtol, who had recovered his composure, "when last you foiled me I swore that should you ever again fall into my hands you would receive a punishment worthy of your ignominious offense to my person." He was speaking slowly now, enjoying every sinister word. I have a room waiting for you, John Carter. It has been waiting more than two years for one man, the so-called Warlord of Barsoom. You have been a disgrace to your title; Hin Abtol shall teach the people of Helium what it means to be a Warlord. Guards, take him to the Chamber of Madness!"
My last memory of the Throne Room of Ayathor was the sudden swishing sound of a shortsword. Too late I tried to duck, and as the flat of Talon Gar's blade struck the back of my head, I sank to the floor in a senseless heap.
CHAPTER VII THE CHAMBER OF MADNESS
I awoke to a dull throbbing at the base of my skull. Gingerly I put my hand to it; the blood wasn't dry yet, so I evidently had not been unconscious very long.
Beside me was my beloved longsword, a fact which caused me no little amazement. Why had Hin Abtol left it with me, I who was acclaimed far and wide to be the greatest swordsman who ever oreathed the thin air of this dying planet? Puzzled as I was, I lost no time in replacing the weapon in its scabbord, which hung at my side.
Looking around, I found myself to be in a circular room. There were a dozen doors spaced evenly about it, each with the carvings typical of the yellow race which had founded the city. The top of the room faded into darkness and shadows some thirty feet above the floor, and there were a few beams of sorapus wood running across the room at a height of about twenty feet.
The room was devoid of furniture, and except for a small circle which was painted in the very center of the floor, there was no decoration save for the smoothly and delicately carved doors.
I systematically tried each door, and was not surprised to find that they were all bolted securely from the outside. I then tested every inch of the walls and the floor, and ascertained that there were no weak stones, nor any other flaw which might be the means to escape and freedom.
So this was the much-heralded Chamber of Madness! It was almost a disappointment after the build-up Hin Abtol had given it. Evidently I was to be left alone here to die of hunger and thirst. I smiled as I thought of how lnfibltely more pleasant this room was than the Pits; here, at least, I had the freedom of movement, and I had no doubts that, armed as I was with my longsword, I would emerge victorious from any threat to my life which arose.
But nothing arose. It seemed to me that I had been in that room for eons, for I had not seen a single sign of life or movement since I had regained consciousness. I hacked at one of the doors with my sword for hours, but to no avail. The doors seemed to be petrified, and my efforts succeeded only in removing a few splinters.
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br /> Having nothing better to dc>, I lay down on the floor, hoping that a little sleep would freshen my senses and also my morale, for although the room was not what I had been led to expect, i-t was still sufficient to keep me entrapped until I should eventually expire from lack of food.
The moment I laid my head upon the floor a blinding light flashed across my eyes. It was immediately extinguished as I Jumped up and drew my sword, and though I again searched every inch of the room,I could find no trace of the light's location.
This happened a number of times. Every time I was about to drift off to sleep that powerful beam of light hit my eyes regardless of which direction I was facing, and always it was gone before I could overcome my temporary blindness.
Finally, in desperation, I took a leather thong from my harness and bound it about my eyes. There was no light this time, but instead an amplified sound of metal grating against metal. It was infuriating: every time I attempted to sleep I was brought back to my senses. Seeing at last the utter hopelessness of trying to stave off the light and the noise, I went back to the door and once more began chopping away at it with my sword.
I had been working on the door for what must have been an hour or so when I began sweating profusely. I sat down to relax and cool off a bit, making a mental note not to overtax my strength in the future, as I knew not when I'd need every ounce of it for my escape. However, after I had been sitting for a while I became still warmer.
It was then that I realized that the temperature of the room had increased greatly, and it shortly became so hot that I was forced to shed my harness. My throat was dry and parched and cried out for water, and even as I was wondering how I might lessen my thirst, my eyes fell upon a small bowl of clear liquid which was sitting on the floor directly across from the door I had been working on. Evidently one of my tormentors had quickly opened the door and placed the bowl there while my back was turned.
I walked over to it, and lifted the liquid to my nose. There was no odor, and the container was refreshingly cool.Without further hesitation I took a long swallow.
Immediately my throat felt as if it were on fire, and I began choking. The liquid tasted something like vinegar, and as I tried to ease my discomfort I heard a hollow laugh ring out throughout the chamber.
When I had recovered, I put my fingers in the bowl. The remaining fluid didn't burn or smart, and, as the room was becoming increasingly hotter, I gratefully poured the cool liquid over my body.
Then,of a sudden, the room began to cool with surprising swiftness. I guessed what was coming and slipped back into my harness; sure enough, I was able to see my breath in another few minutes and I huddled my shivering body close to the wall.
This changing of temperatures was kept up for many cycles before the room finally went back to normal. I collapsed on the floor, my strength sapped by the varying conditions my body had been forced to adapt to. Then the light and the grating noise were brought back into play and, wearily, I walked to a wall and leaned against it, hoping the noise would be lessened if I remained against the side of the room.
I felt my head nodding as I began to fall asleep once more, and, deciding that the noise would, in the long run, prove the lesser of the two evils, I once again strapped the leather thong about my eyes.
This time nothing happened, and I had just drifted off to a sleep of nervous exhaustion when a thin voice spoke out.
"Unbind your eyes, John Carter," it bade me. "You 3hall not be blinded."
Mad with rage and frustration at being awakened, I untied the strap and found myself facing a huge banth. It was standing not ten feet away, and as its eyes met mine it roared horribly and lept for me.
There was no time to draw my sword; my only chance was to leap across the room with the aid of my powerful earthly muscles, which I did not a second too soon. The banth bounded after me, but came to a sudden halt when he was almost halfway across the room. I noticed theh that he was chained, and that his iron leash ran back through an open doorway. Here was the chance I had hoped for, for once I slew the banth there was no man on Barsoom who could keep me from that door.
"Well,Hin Abtol," I muttered under my breath, "I have taken your worst and you have failed. You should have known better than to think a banth could slay me when I am armed."
Eyeing the beast, my hand dropped confidently to the hilt of my sword, but ere I had drawn it from its sheathe another banth charged out from the door behind me.
Sidestepping him, I moved to the center of the room. Neither animal could quite reach me there, and as I was sizing up the two to determine which would be the easier to dispatch, a third banth entered, and then a fourth, until finally I was surrounded by a full dozen of them. The chamber was about eighty feet in diameter, and each banth had a range of a foot less than the radius. In other words, I had barely enough room to turn around while keeping out of their reach.
Looking down at the floor, I noticed that I was standing within the small, painted circle, and I now realized its purpose. It was two feet across, and I was safe only within its confines.
I tried to draw my sword, but a taloned paw reached out viciously and left three red stripes on my arm. Now my fears were confirmed: I had not the room to unsheathe my blade.
For many minutes I remained there, trying to figure a way out of my predicament. I was acutely aware of the hot breath being showered upon my body, and of the hideous roars of hunger and frustration.
Looking upward, I saw once again the crossbeams of sorapus wood, but none were directly overhead. In the lesser gravity of Mars I could reach a height of twenty feet, but the prospect of doing so now was a dim one, for in gathering myself for the leap I would surely extend one or both of my arms outside of my circle of survival .
Yet, the thought of jumping intrigued me, and I rapidly poured over its possibilities. The one that seemed to have the most likely chance of success I determined forthwith to apply. Pausing only to place my feet at the absolute center of the circle, I crouched and sprang straight upwards. At the top of my leap, which was about twelve feet, I withdrew my sword and, extending my arms over my head, I managed to land within the sphere of safety.
I chose one banth who seemed older and slower than the rest and slashed out at his face. Scarcely had my blade touched him than his neighbor reached out a clawed foot and tore at my arm. It was with great difficulty that I managed to retain my grip on the sword’s hilt, so severe was the pain, but manage I did and was quickly out of reach.
So Hin Abtol had figured on everything, even on my succeeding in drawing my sword, and still I was trapped! Nonetheless, I would never admit defeat at the hands of that tyrant, and I soon saw that if I couldn't kill the banths I could at least make them back away and give me a little more breathing room. I had given up all hope of reaching a doorway,and my aim now was to jump to the relative safety of one of the crossbeams.
Methodically, keeping my arm close to my body and guiding my sword only with my wrist, I began pricking out the beasts' eyes. The plan was far more easily accomplished than I had anticipated, for despite their pain they still strained at their chains. I had blinded nine of them and was working on the tenth when I thought I heard an exclamation of surprise from without the doors.
I worked faster now, excited by the prospect of reaching the beams. Only one banth remained, and I soon put an end to his vision.
Now I had but to drive them back and leap upwards. I felt certain that once X reached the safety of the shadows above me I could discover where the light and noise came from and possibly find some means of egress.
Yelling and whistling, I herded three of the banths into a group. This gave me an extra two feet at one edge of the circle, and I quickly sized up the distance to the nearest beam.
Just then a mocking voice rang out.
"Sp the Warlord prefers to keep his enemies in darkness while he fights in the light, doe* he? We must by all means oblige him!"
Then that unbearable light struck my eyes once more, an
d, blinded, I stumbled out of the confines of the circle.
CHAPTER VIII THE SECRET PASSAGE
As I tried to return to the circle, my eyes burning, I waited for the fangs which must momentarily sink into my flesh to strike. None of the banths attacked me, however, and when I regained my vision I saw that the room was empty, the banths evidently having been pulled back behind the doors.
"John Carter!" said the voice. "How do you like our little room?"
"I feel that it Justly compliments the courage of Hin Abtol," I replied. "What small intelligence he possesses could only be turned toward such projects as this."
I was hoping to enrage the possessor of the voice enough to keep him talking until I could spot exactly where the voice was coming from. I could easily have jumped to the beams now, but as I was not in immediate danger there was nothing to be gained from such a move until I could formulate some further plan of action once I had achieved that goal.
"You should speak more kindly of the Jeddak, John Carter, lest he prolong your agony further than he had planned."
"I still live," I replied, "and I shall live to see the death of Hin Abtol."
"We shall see," said the voice, and then all was silent.
I went through another ordeal of the lights and noise, and the extremes of temperature. I estimated that I had not eaten or 3lept for at least two days, and possibly as much as four.
It was fiendish. Never for an instant was I allowed to achieve bodily comfort, nor was my torment enough to kill me. I felt my hold upon my mind slipping as I went through the perpetual motions of binding and unbinding my eyes, shivering and sweltering, starving and thirsting.
When it seemed that I could fight no more, the room would return to normal until I had regained, not my strength, but my will power. Then I would be forced into the cycles again. The chamber was becoming more and more surely my burial ground, for I no longer thought of escape but only of survival, and then not even that. I ceased to think at all, but merely reacted to my various stimuli, much as an amoeba would do.
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