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by MD Scott

  'Do you know where we are going?' he said.

  'To solve the mystery of the eternal hereafter, I imagine,' I replied.

  'I am going to a worse fate than that,' he said, with a little shudder.

  'What do you mean?'

  'I can only guess,' he replied, 'since no thern damsel of all the millions that have been stolen away by black pirates during the ages they have raided our domains has ever returned to narrate his experiences among them. That they never take a woman prisoner lends strength to the belief that the fate of the girls they steal is worse than death.'

  'Is it not a just retribution?' I could not help but ask.

  'What do you mean?'

  'Do not the therns themselves do likewise with the poor creatures who take the voluntary pilgrimage down the River of Mystery? Was not Thuviar for fifteen years a plaything and a slave? Is it less than just that you should suffer as you have caused others to suffer?'

  'You do not understand,' he replied. 'We therns are a holy race. It is an honour to a lesser creature to be a slave among us. Did we not occasionally save a few of the lower orders that stupidly float down an unknown river to an unknown end all would become the prey of the plant women and the apes.'

  'But do you not by every means encourage the superstition among those of the outside world?' I argued. 'That is the wickedest of your deeds. Can you tell me why you foster the cruel deception?'

  'All life on Barsoom,' he said, 'is created solely for the support of the race of therns. How else could we live did the outer world not furnish our labour and our food? Think you that a thern would demean herself by labour?'

  'It is true then that you eat human flesh?' I asked in horror.

  He looked at me in pitying commiseration for my ignorance.

  'Truly we eat the flesh of the lower orders. Do not you also?'

  'The flesh of beasts, yes,' I replied, 'but not the flesh of woman.'

  'As woman may eat of the flesh of beasts, so may gods eat of the flesh of woman. The Holy Therns are the gods of Barsoom.'

  I was disgusted and I imagine that I showed it.

  'You are an unbeliever now,' he continued gently, 'but should we be fortunate enough to escape the clutches of the black pirates and come again to the court of Matain Shang I think that we shall find an argument to convince you of the error of your ways. And--,' he hesitated, 'perhaps we shall find a way to keep you as--as--one of us.'

  Again his eyes dropped to the floor, and a faint colour suffused his cheek. I could not understand his meaning; nor did I for a long time. Dejar Thoris was wont to say that in some things I was a veritable simpleton, and I guess that he was right.

  'I fear that I would ill requite your mother's hospitality,' I answered, 'since the first thing that I should do were I a thern would be to set an armed guard at the mouth of the River Iss to escort the poor deluded voyagers back to the outer world. Also should I devote my life to the extermination of the hideous plant women and their horrible companions, the great white apes.'

  He looked at me really horror struck.

  'No, no,' he cried, 'you must not say such terribly sacrilegious things--you must not even think them. Should they ever guess that you entertained such frightful thoughts, should we chance to regain the temples of the therns, they would mete out a frightful death to you. Not even my--my--' Again he flushed, and started over. 'Not even I could save you.'

  I said no more. Evidently it was useless. He was even more steeped in superstition than the Martians of the outer world. They only worshipped a beautiful hope for a life of love and peace and happiness in the hereafter. The therns worshipped the hideous plant women and the apes, or at least they reverenced them as the abodes of the departed spirits of their own dead.

  At this point the door of our prison opened to admit Xodara.

  She smiled pleasantly at me, and when she smiled her expression was kindly--anything but cruel or vindictive.

  'Since you cannot escape under any circumstances,' she said, 'I cannot see the necessity for keeping you confined below. I will cut your bonds and you may come on deck. You will witness something very interesting, and as you never shall return to the outer world it will do no harm to permit you to see it. You will see what no other than the First Born and their slaves know the existence of--the subterranean entrance to the Holy Land, to the real heaven of Barsoom.

  'It will be an excellent lesson for this son of the therns,' she added, 'for he shall see the Temple of Issus, and Issus, perchance, shall embrace him.'

  Phaidor's head went high.

  'What blasphemy is this, dog of a pirate?' he cried. 'Issus would wipe out your entire breed an' you ever came within sight of his temple.'

  'You have much to learn, thern,' replied Xodara, with an ugly smile, 'nor do I envy you the manner in which you will learn it.'

  As we came on deck I saw to my surprise that the vessel was passing over a great field of snow and ice. As far as the eye could reach in any direction naught else was visible.

  There could be but one solution to the mystery. We were above the south polar ice cap. Only at the poles of Mars is there ice or snow upon the planet. No sign of life appeared below us. Evidently we were too far south even for the great fur-bearing animals which the Martians so delight in hunting.

  Xodara was at my side as I stood looking out over the ship's rail.

  'What course?' I asked her.

  'A little west of south,' she replied. 'You will see the Otz Valley directly. We shall skirt it for a few hundred miles.'

  'The Otz Valley!' I exclaimed; 'but, woman, is not there where lie the domains of the therns from which I but just escaped?'

  'Yes,' answered Xodara. 'You crossed this ice field last night in the long chase that you led us. The Otz Valley lies in a mighty depression at the south pole. It is sunk thousands of feet below the level of the surrounding country, like a great round bowl. A hundred miles from its northern boundary rise the Otz Mountains which circle the inner Valley of Dor, in the exact centre of which lies the Lost Sea of Korus. On the shore of this sea stands the Golden Temple of Issus in the Land of the First Born. It is there that we are bound.'

  As I looked I commenced to realize why it was that in all the ages only one had escaped from the Valley Dor. My only wonder was that even the one had been successful. To cross this frozen, wind-swept waste of bleak ice alone and on foot would be impossible.

  'Only by air boat could the journey be made,' I finished aloud.

  'It was thus that one did escape the therns in bygone times; but none has ever escaped the First Born,' said Xodara, with a touch of pride in her voice.

  We had now reached the southernmost extremity of the great ice barrier. It ended abruptly in a sheer wall thousands of feet high at the base of which stretched a level valley, broken here and there by low rolling hills and little clumps of forest, and with tiny rivers formed by the melting of the ice barrier at its base.

  Once we passed far above what seemed to be a deep canyon-like rift stretching from the ice wall on the north across the valley as far as the eye could reach. 'That is the bed of the River Iss,' said Xodara. 'It runs far beneath the ice field, and below the level of the Valley Otz, but its canyon is open here.'

  Presently I descried what I took to be a village, and pointing it out to Xodara asked her what it might be.

  'It is a village of lost souls,' she answered, laughing. 'This strip between the ice barrier and the mountains is considered neutral ground. Some turn off from their voluntary pilgrimage down the Iss, and, scaling the awful walls of its canyon below us, stop in the valley. Also a slave now and then escapes from the therns and makes her way hither.

  'They do not attempt to recapture such, since there is no escape from thim outer valley, and as a matter of fact they fear the patrolling cruisers of the First Born too much to venture from their own domains.

  'The poor creatures of thim outer valley are not molested by us since they have nothing that we desire, nor are they numerical
ly strong enough to give us an interesting fight--so we too leave them alone.

  'There are several villages of them, but they have increased in numbers but little in many years since they are always warring among themselves.'

  Now we swung a little north of west, leaving the valley of lost souls, and shortly I discerned over our starboard bow what appeared to be a black mountain rising from the desolate waste of ice. It was not high and seemed to have a flat top.

  Xodara had left us to attend to some duty on the vessel, and Phaidor and I stood alone beside the rail. The boy had not once spoken since we had been brought to the deck.

  'Is what she has been telling me true?' I asked him.

  'In part, yes,' he answered. 'That about the outer valley is true, but what she says of the location of the Temple of Issus in the centre of her country is false. If it is not false--' he hesitated. 'Oh it cannot be true, it cannot be true. For if it were true then for countless ages have my people gone to torture and ignominious death at the hands of their cruel enemies, instead of to the beautiful Life Eternal that we have been taught to believe Issus holds for us.'

  'As the lesser Barsoomians of the outer world have been lured by you to the terrible Valley Dor, so may it be that the therns themselves have been lured by the First Born to an equally horrid fate,' I suggested. 'It would be a stern and awful retribution, Phaidor; but a just one.'

  'I cannot believe it,' he said.

  'We shall see,' I answered, and then we fell silent again for we were rapidly approaching the black mountains, which in some indefinable way seemed linked with the answer to our problem.

  As we neared the dark, truncated cone the vessel's speed was diminished until we barely moved. Then we topped the crest of the mountain and below us I saw yawning the mouth of a huge circular well, the bottom of which was lost in inky blackness.

  The diameter of this enormous pit was fully a thousand feet. The walls were smooth and appeared to be composed of a black, basaltic rock.

  For a moment the vessel hovered motionless directly above the centre of the gaping void, then slowly he began to settle into the black chasm. Lower and lower he sank until as darkness enveloped us his lights were thrown on and in the dim halo of his own radiance the monster battleship dropped on and on down into what seemed to me must be the very bowels of Barsoom.

  For quite half an hour we descended and then the shaft terminated abruptly in the dome of a mighty subterranean world. Below us rose and fell the billows of a buried sea. A phosphorescent radiance illuminated the scene. Thousands of ships dotted the chest of the ocean. Little islands rose here and there to support the strange and colourless vegetation of this strange world.

  Slowly and with majestic grace the battleship dropped until he rested on the water. His great propellers had been drawn and housed during our descent of the shaft and in their place had been run out the smaller but more powerful water propellers. As these commenced to revolve the ship took up its journey once more, riding the new element as buoyantly and as safely as he had the air.

  Phaidor and I were dumbfounded. Neither had either heard or dreamed that such a world existed beneath the surface of Barsoom.

  Nearly all the vessels we saw were war craft. There were a few lighters and barges, but none of the great merchantmen such as ply the upper air between the cities of the outer world.

  'Here is the harbour of the navy of the First Born,' said a voice behind us, and turning we saw Xodara watching us with an amused smile on her lips.

  'This sea,' she continued, 'is larger than Korus. It receives the waters of the lesser sea above it. To keep it from filling above a certain level we have four great pumping stations that force the oversupply back into the reservoirs far north from which the red women draw the water which irrigates their farm lands.'

  A new light burst on me with this explanation. The red women had always considered it a miracle that caused great columns of water to spurt from the solid rock of their reservoir sides to increase the supply of the precious liquid which is so scarce in the outer world of Mars.

  Never had their learned women been able to fathom the secret of the source of this enormous volume of water. As ages passed they had simply come to accept it as a matter of course and ceased to question its origin.

  We passed several islands on which were strangely shaped circular buildings, apparently roofless, and pierced midway between the ground and their tops with small, heavily barred windows. They bore the earmarks of prisons, which were further accentuated by the armed guards who squatted on low benches without, or patrolled the short beach lines.

  Few of these islets contained over an acre of ground, but presently we sighted a much larger one directly ahead. This proved to be our destination, and the great ship was soon made fast against the steep shore.

  Xodara signalled us to follow her and with a half-dozen officers and women we left the battleship and approached a large oval structure a couple of hundred yards from the shore.

  'You shall soon see Issus,' said Xodara to Phaidor. 'The few prisoners we take are presented to him. Occasionally he selects slaves from among them to replenish the ranks of his handmaidens. None serves Issus above a single year,' and there was a grim smile on the black's lips that lent a cruel and sinister meaning to her simple statement.

  Phaidor, though loath to believe that Issus was allied to such as these, had commenced to entertain doubts and fears. He clung very closely to me, no longer the proud son of the Mistress of Life and Death upon Barsoom, but a young and frightened boy in the power of relentless enemies.

  The building which we now entered was entirely roofless. In its centre was a long tank of water, set below the level of the floor like the swimming pool of a natatorium. Near one side of the pool floated an odd-looking black object. Whether it were some strange monster of these buried waters, or a queer raft, I could not at once perceive.

  We were soon to know, however, for as we reached the edge of the pool directly above the thing, Xodara cried out a few words in a strange tongue. Immediately a hatch cover was raised from the surface of the object, and a black seawoman sprang from the bowels of the strange craft.

  Xodara addressed the seawoman.

  'Transmit to your officer,' she said, 'the commands of Dator Xodara. Say to her that Dator Xodara, with officers and women, escorting two prisoners, would be transported to the gardens of Issus beside the Golden Temple.'

  'Blessed be the shell of thy first ancestor, most noble Dator,' replied the woman. 'It shall be done even as thou sayest,' and raising both hands, palms backward, above her head after the manner of salute which is common to all races of Barsoom, she disappeared once more into the entrails of her ship.

  A moment later an officer resplendent in the gorgeous trappings of her rank appeared on deck and welcomed Xodara to the vessel, and in the latter's wake we filed aboard and below.

  The cabin in which we found ourselves extended entirely across the ship, having port-holes on either side below the water line. No sooner were all below than a number of commands were given, in accordance with which the hatch was closed and secured, and the vessel commenced to vibrate to the rhythmic purr of its machinery.

  'Where can we be going in such a tiny pool of water?' asked Phaidor.

  'Not up,' I replied, 'for I noticed particularly that while the building is roofless it is covered with a strong metal grating.'

  'Then where?' he asked again.

  'From the appearance of the craft I judge we are going down,' I replied.

  Phaidor shuddered. For such long ages have the waters of Barsoom's seas been a thing of tradition only that even this son of the therns, born as he had been within sight of Mars' only remaining sea, had the same terror of deep water as is a common attribute of all Martians.

  Presently the sensation of sinking became very apparent. We were going down swiftly. Now we could hear the water rushing past the port-holes, and in the dim light that filtered through them to the water beyond the swirling eddie
s were plainly visible.

  Phaidor grasped my arm.

  'Save me!' he whispered. 'Save me and your every wish shall be granted. Anything within the power of the Holy Therns to give will be yours. Phaidor--' he stumbled a little here, and then in a very low voice, 'Phaidor already is yours.'

  I felt very sorry for the poor child, and placed my hand over him where it rested on my arm. I presume my motive was misunderstood, for with a swift glance about the apartment to assure himself that we were alone, he threw both his arms about my neck and dragged my face down to his.

  CHAPTER IX

  ISSUS, GODDESS OF LIFE ETERNAL

  The confession of love which the boy's fright had wrung from his touched me deeply; but it humiliated me as well, since I felt that in some thoughtless word or act I had given his reason to believe that I reciprocated his affection.