Thuvia, Maid Of Mars
contributor: Eric Lease Morgan (Infomotions, Inc.)
creator: Burroughs, Edgar Rice
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subject: thuvia
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full text: [pg/etext03/mmars10.txt] July, 1993 [Etext #72] This etext was typed by Judy Boss, proofread by Charles Keller. Thuvia, Maid of Mars CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I Carthoris and Thuvia . . . . . . . . 7 II Slavery . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18 III Treachery . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28 IV A Green Man's Captive . . . . . . . 34 V The Fair Race . . . . . . . . . . . 45 VI The Jeddak of Lothar . . . . . . . . 59 VII The Phantom Bowmen . . . . . . . . . 68 VIII The Hall of Doom . . . . . . . . . . 78 IX The Battle in the Plain . . . . . . 89 X Kar Komak, the Bowman . . . . . . . 99 XI Green Men and White Apes . . . . . . 109 XII To Save Dusar . . . . . . . . . . . 121 XIII Turjun, the Panthan . . . . . . . . 130 XIV Kulan Tith's Sacrifice . . . . . . . 141 Glossary of Names and Terms . . . . 153 THUVIA, MAID OF MARS CHAPTER I CARTHORIS AND THUVIA Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red- skinned warrior bent low toward her, whispering heated words close to her ear. "Ah, Thuvia of Ptarth," he cried, "you are cold even before the fiery blasts of my consuming love! No harder than your heart, nor colder is the hard, cold ersite of this thrice happy bench which supports your divine and fadeless form! Tell me, O Thuvia of Ptarth, that I may still hope--that though you do not love me now, yet some day, some day, my princess, I--" The girl sprang to her feet with an exclamation of surprise and displeasure. Her queenly head was poised haughtily upon her smooth red shoulders. Her dark eyes looked angrily into those of the man. "You forget yourself, and the customs of Barsoom, Astok," she said. "I have given you no right thus to address the daughter of Thuvan Dihn, nor have you won such a right." The man reached…