第4章

Gahan smiled."We do not speak of that except to enemies," he said, "and then with tongues of steel rather than of flesh.""But what practice in the art of war has a people which nature has thus protected from attack?" asked Tara of Helium, who had liked the young jed's answer to her previous question, but yet in whose mind persisted a vague conviction of the possible effeminacy of her companion, induced, doubtless, by the magnificence of his trappings and weapons which carried a suggestion of splendid show rather than grim utility.

"Our natural barriers, while they have doubtless saved us from defeat on countless occasions, have not by any means rendered us immune from attack," he explained, "for so great is the wealth of Gathol's diamond treasury that there yet may be found those who will risk almost certain defeat in an effort to loot our unconquered city; so thus we find occasional practice in the exercise of arms; but there is more to Gathol than the mountain city.My country extends from Polodona (Equator) north ten karads and from the tenth karad west of Horz to the twentieth west, including thus a million square haads, the greater proportion of which is fine grazing land where run our great herds of thoats and zitidars.

"Surrounded as we are by predatory enemies our herdsmen must indeed be warriors or we should have no herds, and you may be assured they get plenty of fighting.Then there is our constant need of workers in the mines.The Gatholians consider themselves a race of warriors and as such prefer not to labor in the mines.

The law is, however, that each male Gatholian shall give an hour a day in labor to the government.That is practically the only tax that is levied upon them.They prefer however, to furnish a substitute to perform this labor, and as our own people will not hire out for labor in the mines it has been necessary to obtain slaves, and I do not need to tell you that slaves are not won without fighting.We sell these slaves in the public market, the proceeds going, half and half, to the government and the warriors who bring them in.The purchasers are credited with the amount of labor performed by their particular slaves.At the end of a year a good slave will have performed the labor tax of his master for six years, and if slaves are plentiful he is freed and permitted to return to his own people.""You fight in platinum and diamonds?" asked Tara, indicating his gorgeous trappings with a quizzical smile.

Gahan laughed."We are a vain people," he admitted, good-naturedly, "and it is possible that we place too much value on personal appearances.We vie with one another in the splendor of our accoutrements when trapped for the observance of the lighter duties of life, though when we take the field our leather is the plainest I ever have seen worn by fighting men of Barsoom.

We pride ourselves, too, upon our physical beauty, and especially upon the beauty of our women.May I dare to say, Tara of Helium, that I am hoping for the day when you will visit Gathol that my people may see one who is really beautiful?""The women of Helium are taught to frown with displeasure upon the tongue of the flatterer," rejoined the girl, but Gahan, Jed of Gathol, observed that she smiled as she said it.

A bugle sounded, clear and sweet, above the laughter and the talk."The Dance of Barsoom!" exclaimed the young warrior."Iclaim you for it, Tara of Helium."

The girl glanced in the direction of the bench where she had last seen Djor Kantos.He was not in sight.She inclined her head in assent to the claim of the Gatholian.Slaves were passing among the guests, distributing small musical instruments of a single string.Upon each instrument were characters which indicated the pitch and length of its tone.The instruments were of skeel, the string of gut, and were shaped to fit the left forearm of the dancer, to which it was strapped.There was also a ring wound with gut which was worn between the first and second joints of the index finger of the right hand and which, when passed over the string of the instrument, elicited the single note required of the dancer.

The guests had risen and were slowly making their way toward the expanse of scarlet sward at the south end of the gardens where the dance was to be held, when Djor Kantos came hurriedly toward Tara of Helium."I claim--" he exclaimed as he neared her; but she interrupted him with a gesture.