Carthoris did not understand, but something in the urgency of the other’s tone assured him, and so he turned away, but not without a glance toward Thuvia in which he attempted to make her understand that it was in her own interest that he left her. 

 For answer she turned her back full upon him, but not without first throwing him such a look of contempt that brought the scarlet to his cheek. 

 Then he hesitated, but Jav seized him by the wrist. 

 “Come!” he whispered. “Or he will have the bowmen upon you, and this time there will be no escape. Did you not see how futile is your steel against thin air!” 

 Carthoris turned unwillingly to follow. As the two left the room he turned to his companion. 

 “If I may not kill thin air,” he asked, “how, then, shall I fear that thin air may kill me?” 

 “You saw the Torquasians fall before the bowmen?” asked Jav. 

 Carthoris nodded. 

 “So would you fall before them, and without one single chance for self-defence or revenge.” 

 As they talked Jav led Carthoris to a small room in one of the numerous towers of the palace. Here were couches, and Jav bid the Heliumite be seated. 

 For several minutes the Lotharian eyed his prisoner, for such Carthoris now realized himself to be. 

 “I am half convinced that you are real,” he said at last. 

 Carthoris laughed. 

 “Of course I am real,” he said. “What caused you to doubt it? Can you not see me, feel me?” 

 “So may I see and feel the bowmen,” replied Jav, “and yet we all know that they, at least, are not real.” 

 Carthoris showed by the expression of his face his puzzlement at each new reference to the mysterious bowmen—the vanishing soldiery of Lothar. 

 “What, then, may they be?” he asked. 

 “You really do not know?” asked Jav. 

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