The Gods of Mars - The Original Classic Edition. Burroughs Edgar

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style="font-size:15px;">       I was discouraged. Never had a feeling of such utter hopelessness come over me in the face of danger. Then the long flowing, yellow

       locks of the Holy Thern, caught by some vagrant draught, blew about my face.

       Might they not still open the way of freedom? If we acted in time, might we not even yet escape before the general alarm was sounded? We could at least try.

       "What will the fellow do first, Thuvia?" I asked. "How long will it be before they may return for us?"

       "He will go directly to the Father of Therns, old Matai Shang. He may have to wait for an audience, but since he is very high among the lesser therns, in fact as a thorian among them, it will not be long that Matai Shang will keep him waiting.

       "Then if the Father of Therns puts credence in his story, another hour will see the galleries and chambers, the courts and gardens,

       filled with searchers."

       "What we do then must be done within an hour. What is the best way, Thuvia, the shortest way out of this celestial Hades?" "Straight to the top of the cliffs, Prince," she replied, "and then through the gardens to the inner courts. From there our way will lie

       within the temples of the therns and across them to the outer court. Then the ramparts--O Prince, it is hopeless. Ten thousand warriors could not hew a way to liberty from out this awful place.

       "Since the beginning of time, little by little, stone by stone, have the therns been ever adding to the defences of their stronghold. A

       continuous line of impregnable fortifications circles the outer slopes of the Mountains of Otz.

       "Within the temples that lie behind the ramparts a million fighting-men are ever ready. The courts and gardens are filled with slaves,

       with women and with children.

       "None could go a stone's throw without detection."

       "If there is no other way, Thuvia, why dwell upon the difficulties of this. We must face them."

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       "Can we not better make the attempt after dark?" asked Tars Tarkas. "There would seem to be no chance by day."

       "There would be a little better chance by night, but even then the ramparts are well guarded; possibly better than by day. There are fewer abroad in the courts and gardens, though," said Thuvia.

       "What is the hour?" I asked.

       "It was midnight when you released me from my chains," said Thuvia. "Two hours later we reached the storeroom. There you slept for fourteen hours. It must now be nearly sundown again. Come, we will go to some nearby window in the cliff and make sure."

       So saying, she led the way through winding corridors until at a sudden turn we came upon an opening which overlooked the Valley

       Dor.

       At our right the sun was setting, a huge red orb, below the western range of Otz. A little below us stood the Holy Thern on watch upon his balcony. His scarlet robe of office was pulled tightly about him in anticipation of the cold that comes so suddenly with darkness as the sun sets. So rare is the atmosphere of Mars that it absorbs very little heat from the sun. During the daylight hours it is always extremely hot; at night it is intensely cold. Nor does the thin atmosphere refract the sun's rays or diffuse its light as upon Earth. There is no twilight on Mars. When the great orb of day disappears beneath the horizon the effect is precisely as that of the extinguishing of a single lamp within a chamber. From brilliant light you are plunged without warning into utter darkness. Then the moons come; the mysterious, magic moons of Mars, hurtling like monster meteors low across the face of the planet.

       The declining sun lighted brilliantly the eastern banks of Korus, the crimson sward, the gorgeous forest. Beneath the trees we saw feeding many herds of plant men. The adults stood aloft upon their toes and their mighty tails, their talons pruning every available leaf and twig. It was then that I understood the careful trimming of the trees which had led me to form the mistaken idea when first I opened my eyes upon the grove that it was the playground of a civilized people.

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