THE WARLORD OF MARS

“For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the hateful Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far beneath the surface of Mars, my princess was captive …whether alive or dead I knew not. Had Phaidor’s slim blade found that beloved heart?  I must wait until once again the revolving cell comes opposite the tunnel’s end where last I had seen my beautiful Dejah Thoris. As if it were yesterday, I still saw the face of Phaidor distorted with rage and hatred as she sprang forward with raised dagger upon the woman I loved.”