THE MENACE OF THE DEAD
THE night was still young when there came one to the entrance of the banquet hall where O-Tar of Manator dined with his chiefs, and brushing past the guards entered the great room with the insolence of a privileged character, as in truth he was.As he approached the head of the long board O-Tar took notice of him.
"Well, hoary one!" he cried."What brings you out of your beloved and stinking burrow again this day.We thought that the sight of the multitude of living men at the games would drive you back to your corpses as quickly as you could go."The cackling laugh of I-Gos acknowledged the royal sally."Ey, ey, O-Tar," squeaked the ancient one, "I-Gos goes out not upon pleasure bound; but when one does ruthlessly desecrate the dead of I-Gos, vengeance must be had!""You refer to the act of the slave Turan?" demanded O-Tar.
"Turan, yes, and the slave Tara, who slipped beneath my hide a murderous blade.Another fraction of an inch, O-Tar, and I-Gos'
ancient and wrinkled covering were even now in some apprentice tanner's hands, ey, ey!""But they have again eluded us," cried O-Tar."Even in the palace of the great jeddak twice have they escaped the stupid knaves Icall The Jeddak's Guard." O-Tar had risen and was angrily emphasizing his words with heavy blows upon the table, dealt with a golden goblet.
"Ey, O-Tar, they elude thy guard but not the wise old calot, I-Gos.""What mean you? Speak!" commanded O-Tar.
"I know where they are hid," said the ancient taxidermist."In the dust of unused corridors their feet have betrayed them.""You followed them? You have seen them?" demanded the jeddak.
"I followed them and I heard them speaking beyond a closed door,"replied I-Gos; "but I did not see them."
"Where is that door?" cried O-Tar."We will send at once and fetch them," he looked about the table as though to decide to whom he would entrust this duty.A dozen warrior chiefs arose and laid their hands upon their swords.
"To the chambers of O-Mai the Cruel I traced them," squeaked I-Gos."There you will find them where the moaning Corphals pursue the shrieking ghost of O-Mai; ey!" and he turned his eyes from O-Tar toward the warriors who had arisen, only to discover that, to a man, they were hurriedly resuming their seats.
The cackling laughter of I-Gos broke derisively the hush that had fallen on the room.The warriors looked sheepishly at the food upon their plates of gold.O-Tar snapped his fingers impatiently.
"Be there only cravens among the chiefs of Manator?" he cried.
"Repeatedly have these presumptuous slaves flouted the majesty of your jeddak.Must I command one to go and fetch them?"Slowly a chief arose and two others followed his example, though with ill-concealed reluctance."All, then, are not cowards,"commented O-Tar."The duty is distasteful.Therefore all three of you shall go, taking as many warriors as you wish.""But do not ask for volunteers," interrupted I-Gos, "or you will go alone."The three chiefs turned and left the banquet hall, walking slowly like doomed men to their fate.
Gahan and Tara remained in the chamber to which Tasor had led them, the man brushing away the dust from a deep and comfortable bench where they might rest in comparative comfort.He had found the ancient sleeping silks and furs too far gone to be of any service, crumbling to powder at a touch, thus removing any chance of making a comfortable bed for the girl, and so the two sat together, talking in low tones, of the adventures through which they already had passed and speculating upon the future; planning means of escape and hoping Tasor would not be long gone.They spoke of many things--of Hastor, and Helium, and Ptarth, and finally the conversation reminded Tara of Gathol.
"You have served there?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Turan.
"I met Gahan the Jed of Gathol at my father's palace," she said, "the very day before the storm snatched me from Helium--he was a presumptuous fellow, magnificently trapped in platinum and diamonds.Never in my life saw I so gorgeous a harness as his, and you must well know, Turan, that the splendor of all Barsoom passes through the court at Helium; but in my mind I could not see so resplendent a creature drawing that jeweled sword in mortal combat.I fear me that the Jed of Gathol, though a pretty picture of a man, is little else."In the dim light Tara did not perceive the wry expression upon the half-averted face of her companion.
"You thought little then of the Jed of Gathol?" he asked.
"Then or now," she replied, and with a little laugh; "how it would pique his vanity to know, if he might, that a poor panthan had won a higher place in the regard of Tara of Helium," and she laid her fingers gently upon his knee.
He seized the fingers in his and carried them to his lips."O, Tara of Helium," he cried."Think you that I am a man of stone?"One arm slipped about her shoulders and drew the yielding body toward him.
"May my first ancestor forgive me my weakness," she cried, as her arms stole about his neck and she raised her panting lips to his.
