The Chessmen of Mars
Edgar Rice Burroughs
“One of your beauty will find plenty ready to fight for her. Possibly it shall not be necessary to look farther than the jeddak of Manator. You please me, woman. What say you to such an honor?”
Through narrowed lids the Princess of Helium scrutinized the Jeddak of Manator, from feathered headdress to sandaled foot and back to feathered headdress.
“Honor!” she mimicked in tones of scorn. “I please thee, do I? Then know, swine, that thou pleaseth me not–that the daughter of John Carter is not for such as thou!”
A sudden, tense silence fell upon the assembled chiefs. Slowly the blood receded from the sinister face of O-Tar Jeddak of Manator, leaving him a sickly purple in his wrath. His eyes narrowed to two thin slits, his lips were compressed to a bloodless line of malevolence. For a long moment there was no sound in the throne room of the palace of Manator. Then the jeddak turned toward U-Dor.
“Take her away,” he said in a level voice that belied his appearance of rage. “Take her away, and at the next games let the prisoners and the common warriors play at Jetan for her.”
“And this?” asked U-Dor, pointing at Ghek.
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