The Gods of Mars

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Title: The Gods of Mars

Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs

Release Date: May, 1993 [EBook #64]

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THE GODS OF MARS

Edgar Rice Burroughs

FOREWORD

Twelve years had passed since I had laid the body of my great-uncle,

Captain John Carter, of Virginia, away from the sight of men in

that strange mausoleum in the old cemetery at Richmond.

Often had I pondered on the odd instructions he had left me

governing the construction of his mighty tomb, and especially those

parts which directed that he be laid in an OPEN casket and that

the ponderous mechanism which controlled the bolts of the vault's

huge door be accessible ONLY FROM THE INSIDE.

Twelve years had passed since I had read the remarkable manuscript

of this remarkable man; this man who remembered no childhood and

who could not even offer a vague guess as to his age; who was always

young and yet who had dandled my grandfather's great-grandfather

upon his knee; this man who had spent ten years upon the planet

Mars; who had fought for the green men of Barsoom and fought against

them; who had fought for and against the red men and who had won

the ever beautiful Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, for his wife,

and for nearly ten years had been a prince of the house of Tardos

Mors, Jeddak of Helium.

Twelve years had passed since his body had been found upon the bluff

before his cottage overlooking the Hudson, and oft-times during

these long years I had wondered if John Carter were really dead,

or if he again roamed the dead sea bottoms of that dying planet; if

he had returned to Barsoom to find that he had opened the frowning

portals of the mighty atmosphere plant in time to save the countless

millions who were dying of asphyxiation on that far-gone day that

had seen him hurtled ruthlessly through forty-eight million miles

of space back to Earth once more. I had wondered if he had found

his black-haired Princess and the slender son he had dreamed was

with her in the royal gardens of Tardos Mors, awaiting his return.

Or, had he found that he had been too late, and thus gone back to

a living death upon a dead world? Or was he really dead after all,

never to return either to his mother Earth or his beloved Mars?

Thus was I lost in useless speculation one sultry August evening

when old Ben, my body servant, handed me a telegram. Tearing it

open I read:

'Meet me to-morrow hotel Raleigh Richmond.

'JOHN CARTER'

Early the next morning I took the first train for Richmond and

within two hours was being ushered into the room occupied by John

Carter.

As I entered he rose to greet me, his old-time cordial smile of

welcome lighting his handsome face. Apparently he had not aged a

minute, but was still the straight, clean-limbed fighting-man of

thirty. His keen grey eyes were undimmed, and the only lines upon

his face were the lines of iron character and determination that

always had been there since first I remembered him, nearly thirty-five

years before.

'Well, nephew,' he greeted me, 'do you feel as though you were

seeing a ghost, or suffering from the effects of too many of Uncle

Ben's juleps?'

'Juleps, I reckon,' I replied, 'for I certainly feel mighty good;

but maybe it's just the sight of you again that affects me. You

have been back to Mars? Tell me. And Dejah Thoris? You found

her well and awaiting you?'

'Yes, I have been to Barsoom again, and--but it's a long story,

too long to tell in the limited time I have before I must return.

I have learned the secret, nephew, and I may traverse the trackless

void at my will, coming and going between the countless planets as

I list; but my heart is always in Barsoom, and while it is there

in the keeping of my Martian Princess, I doubt that I shall ever

again leave the dying world that is my life.

'I have come now because my affection for you prompted me to see

you once more before you pass over for ever into that other life

that I shall never know, and which though I have died thrice and

shall die again to-night, as you know death, I am as unable to

fathom as are you.

'Even the wise and mysterious therns of Barsoom, that ancient cult

which for countless ages has been credited with holding the secret

of life and death in their impregnable fastnesses upon the hither

slopes of the Mountains of Otz, are as ignorant as we. I have

proved it, though I near lost my life in the doing of it; but you

shall read it all in the notes I have been making during the last

three months that I have been back upon Earth.'

He patted a swelling portfolio that lay on the table at his elbow.

'I know that you are interested and that you believe, and I know

that the world, too, is interested, though they will not believe

for many years; yes, for many ages, since they cannot understand.

Earth men have not yet progressed to a point where they can comprehend

the things that I have written in those notes.

'Give them what you wish of it, what you think will not harm them,

but do not feel aggrieved if they laugh at you.'

That night I walked down to the cemetery with him. At the door of

his vault he turned and pressed my hand.

'Good-bye, nephew,' he said. 'I may never see you again, for I

doubt that I can ever bring myself to leave my wife and boy while

they live, and the span of life upon Barsoom is often more than a

thousand years.'

He entered the vault. The great door swung slowly to. The ponderous

bolts grated into place. The lock clicked. I have never seen

Captain John Carter, of Virginia, since.

But here is the story of his return to Mars on that other occasion,

as I have gleaned it from the great mass of notes which he left

for me upon the table of his room in the hotel at Richmond.

There is much which I have left out; much which I have not dared

to tell; but you will find the story of his second search for Dejah

Thoris, Princess of Helium, even more remarkable than was his first

manuscript which I gave to an unbelieving world a short time since

and through which we followed the fighting Virginian across dead

sea bottoms under the moons of Mars.

E. R. B.

CONTENTS

I. The Plant Men

II. A Forest Battle

III. The Chamber of Mystery

IV. Thuvia

V. Corridors of Peril

VI. The Black Pirates of Barsoom

VII. A Fair Goddess

VIII. The Depths of Omean

IX. Issus, Goddess of Life Eternal

X.