The Chessmen of Mars eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about The Chessmen of Mars.
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The Chessmen of Mars eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 321 pages of information about The Chessmen of Mars.

The dignitary lifted the golden handcuffs from the pillow upon which they reposed.  He blessed them and reached for Tara’s wrist.  The time had come!  The thing could go no further, for alive or dead, by all the laws of Barsoom she would be the wife of O-Tar of Manator the instant the two were locked together.  Even should rescue come then or later she could never dissolve those bonds and Turan would be lost to her as surely as though death separated them.

Her hand stole toward the hidden blade, but instantly the hand of the groom shot out and seized her wrist.  He had guessed her intention.  Through the slits in the grotesque mask she could see his eyes upon her and she guessed the sardonic smile that the mask hid.  For a tense moment the two stood thus.  The people below them kept breathless silence for the play before the throne had not passed un-noticed.

Dramatic as was the moment it was suddenly rendered trebly so by the noisy opening of the doors leading to The Hall of Chiefs.  All eyes turned in the direction of the interruption to see another figure framed in the massive opening—­a half-clad figure buckling the half-adjusted harness hurriedly in place—­the figure of O-Tar, Jeddak of Manator.

“Stop!” he screamed, springing forward along the aisle toward the throne.  “Seize the impostor!”

All eyes shot to the figure of the groom before the throne.  They saw him raise his hand and snatch off the golden mask, and Tara of Helium in wide-eyed incredulity looked up into the face of Turan the panthan.

“Turan the slave,” they cried then.  “Death to him!  Death to him!”

“Wait!” shouted Turan, drawing his sword, as a dozen warriors leaped forward.

“Wait!” screamed another voice, old and cracked, as I-Gos, the ancient taxidermist, sprang from among the guests and reached the throne steps ahead of the foremost warriors.

At sight of the old man the warriors paused, for age is held in great veneration among the peoples of Barsoom, as is true, perhaps, of all peoples whose religion is based to any extent upon ancestor worship.  But O-Tar gave no heed to him, leaping instead swiftly toward the throne.  “Stop, coward!” cried I-Gos.

The people looked at the little old man in amazement.  “Men of Manator,” he cackled in his thin, shrill voice, “wouldst be ruled by a coward and a liar?”

“Down with him!” shouted O-Tar.

“Not until I have spoken,” retorted I-Gos.  “It is my right.  If I fail my life is forfeit—­that you all know and I know.  I demand therefore to be heard.  It is my right!”

“It is his right,” echoed the voices of a score of warriors in various parts of the chamber.

“That O-Tar is a coward and a liar I can prove,” continued I-Gos.  “He said that he faced bravely the horrors of the chamber of O-Mai and saw nothing of the slave Turan.  I was there, hiding behind the hangings, and I saw all that transpired.  Turan had been hiding in the chamber and was even then lying upon the couch of O-Mai when O-Tar, trembling with fear, entered the room.  Turan, disturbed, arose to a sitting position at the same time voicing a piercing shriek.  O-Tar screamed and swooned.”

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