heap further tortures or indignities upon her. 

Of all the holy of holies which the thern venerates and worships none is more revered than the yellow wig that covers his bald pate, and next thereto comes the circlet of gold and the great diadem, whose scintillant rays mark the attainment of the Tenth Cycle. 

And, knowing this, I removed the wig and circlet from my head, tossing them carelessly upon the flagging of the court. Then I wiped my feet upon the yellow tresses; and as a groan of rage arose from the balcony I spat full upon the holy diadem. 

Matai Shang went livid with anger, but upon the lips of Thurid, I could see a grim smile of amusement, for to him these things were not holy; so, lest he should derive too much amusement from my act, I cried: "And thus did I with the holies of Issus, Goddess of Life Eternal, ere I threw Issus herself to the mob that once had worshipped her, to be torn to pieces in her temple." 

That put an end to Thurid’s grinning, for he had been high in the favor of Issus. 

"Let us have an end to this blaspheming!" he cried, turning to the Father of Therns. 

Matai Shang rose and, leaning over the edge of the balcony, gave a voice to the weird call that I had heard from the lips of the priests upon the tiny balcony upon the face of the Golden Cliffs overlooking the Valley Dor when, in times past, they called the fearsome white apes and the hideous plant men to the feast of victims floating down the broad bosom of the mysterious Iss toward the sillin-infested waters of the Lost Sea of Korus. "Let loose the death!" he cried, and immediately a dozen doors in the base of the tower swung open, and a dozen grim and terrible banths sprang into the arena. 

This was not the first time that I faced the ferocious Barsoomian lion, but never had I been pitted, single-handed, against a full dozen of them. Even with the assistance of the fierce Woola, there could be but a single outcome to so unequal a struggle. 

For a moment the beasts hesitated beneath the brilliant glare of the torches; but presently their eyes, becoming accustomed to the light, fell upon Woola and me, and with bristling manes and deep-throated roars, they advanced, lashing their tawny sides with their powerful tails. 

In the brief interval of life that was left me, I shot a last, parting glance toward my Dejah Thoris. Her beautiful face was 

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