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Chapters (60)
  1. Llana of Gathol
  2. About
  3. Foreword
  4. Part 1The Ancient Dead
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Part 2The Black Pirates of Barsoom
  19. Chapter 1
  20. Chapter 2
  21. Chapter 3
  22. Chapter 4
  23. Chapter 5
  24. Chapter 6
  25. Chapter 7
  26. Chapter 8
  27. Chapter 9
  28. Chapter 10
  29. Chapter 11
  30. Chapter 12
  31. Chapter 13
  32. Part 3Escape on Mars
  33. Chapter 1
  34. Chapter 2
  35. Chapter 3
  36. Chapter 4
  37. Chapter 5
  38. Chapter 6
  39. Chapter 7
  40. Chapter 8
  41. Chapter 9
  42. Chapter 10
  43. Chapter 11
  44. Chapter 12
  45. Chapter 13
  46. Part 4Invisible Men of Mars
  47. Chapter 1
  48. Chapter 2
  49. Chapter 3
  50. Chapter 4
  51. Chapter 5
  52. Chapter 6
  53. Chapter 7
  54. Chapter 8
  55. Chapter 9
  56. Chapter 10
  57. Chapter 11
  58. Chapter 12
  59. Chapter 13
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Without even glancing at him again, I walked to Doxus' loge. "I am satisfied," I said. "To bear the scar of that cross through life is punishment enough. To me, it would be worse than death."

Doxus nodded assent; and then caused the trumpets to be blown to announce that the Games were over, after which he again turned to me.

"What country are you from?" he asked.

"I have no country; I am a panthan," I replied; "my sword is for sale to the highest bidder."

"I shall buy you, and thereby acquire your sword also," said the jeddak. "What did you pay for this slave, Xaxak?"

"One hundred tanpi," replied my owner.

"You got him too cheap," said Doxus; "I shall give you fifty tanpi for him."

There is nothing like being a jeddak!

"It is my pleasure to present him to you," said Xaxak, magnanimously; I had already netted him a hundred thousand tanpi, and he must have realized that it would be impossible ever to get another wager placed against me.

I welcomed this change of masters; because it would take me into the palace of the jeddak, and I had been harboring a hare-brained scheme to pave the way for our eventual escape, that could only be successful if I were to have entry to the palace—that is, if my deductions were correct.

So John Carter, Prince of Helium, Warlord of Barsoom, came into the palace of Doxus, Jeddak of the First Born, as a slave; but a slave with a reputation. The warriors of the jeddak's guard treated me with respect; I was given a decent room; and one of Doxus' trusted under-officers was made responsible for me, just as Ptang had been in the palace of Xaxak.

I was at something of a loss to know why Doxus had purchased me. He must have known that he couldn't arrange a money duel for me, for who would be fool enough to place a man or a wager against one who had made several of the best swordsmen of Kamtol look like novices?

The next day I found out. Doxus sent for me. He was alone in a small room when I was escorted in, and he immediately dismissed the warrior who had accompanied me.

"When you entered the valley," he commenced, "you saw many skeletons, did you not?"

"Yes," I replied.