Edgar Burroughs - Synthetic Men of Mars

We were quickly hoisted aboard again where we were fairly smothered with congratulations.

John Carter placed a hand upon my shoulder. “I could not have been more concerned over the fate of a son of mine than I have been over yours,” he said.

That was all that he said, but it meant more to me than volumes spoken by another. Presently he noted my eyes wandering about the deck, and a smile touched his lips. “Where is she?” I asked.

“She could not stand the strain of waiting,” he said, “and she has gone to her cabin to lie down. You had better go and tell her yourself.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said; and a few moments later I was knocking at the door of Janai’s cabin.

“Who knocks?” she asked.

“Vor Daj,” I replied, and then without waiting for an invitation I pushed open the door and entered.

She rose and came toward me, her eyes wide with questioning. “It is really you?” she asked.

“It is I,” I assured her, and I crossed toward her. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that I loved her; but she seemed to anticipate what I had in mind, for she stopped me with a gesture.

“Wait,” she said. “Do you realize that I scarcely know Vor Daj?”

I had not thought of that, but it was true. She knew Tor-dur-bar far better.

“Answer me one question.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“How did Teeaytan-ov die?” she demanded.

It was a strange question. What had that to do with Janai or with me? “Why, he died in the corridor leading to 3-17, struck down by one of the hormad warriors while we were escaping from the laboratory building,” I replied.

Her white teeth flashed in a sudden smile. “Now what were you going to say to me when I stopped you?”

“I was going to tell you that I loved you,” I replied, “and ask you if there was any hope that you might return my love.”

“I scarcely knew Vor Daj,” she said; “it was Tor-dur-bar that I learned to love; but now I know the truth that for some time I have guessed, and I realize the sacrifice that you were willing to make for me.” She came and put her dear arms about my neck, and for the first time I felt the lips of the woman I loved on mine.

For ten days the great fleet cruised high above Morbus, dropping bombs upon the city and the island and the great mass that had started to spread out in all directions to engulf a world; nor would John Carter leave until the last vestige of the horror had been entirely exterminated. At last the bows of the great battleships were turned toward Helium; and with only a brief stop at Phundahl to return Pandar to his native city we cruised on toward home, and for Janai and me, a happiness that we had passed together through horrors to achieve.

As the great towers of the twin cities appeared in the distance, Janai and I were standing together in the bow of the Ruzaar. “I wish you would tell me,” I said, “why you asked me that time how Teeaytan-ov died. You knew as well as I.”

“Stupid!” she exclaimed, laughing. “Tor-dur-bar, Pandar, and I were the only survivors of that fight who were with the fleet when we returned to Morbus. Of these three, you could have seen only Tor-dur-bar before you saw me. Therefore, when you answered me correctly, I knew that Tor-dur-bar’s brain had been transferred to your skull. That was all that I wanted to know, for it was the brain that gave the character and fineness to Tor-dur-bar that I had learned to love; and I do not care, Vor Daj, whose brain it was originally.

“If you do not care to tell me, I shall never ask; but I suspect that was your own and that you had it transferred to the head of Tor-dur-bar so that you might better protect me from Ay-mad.”

“Was, you mean,” she laughed; “it is mine now.”