“But you must have known it!” he exclaimed. “I am like my father—witless in matters of the heart, and of a poor way with women; yet the jewels that strew these royal garden paths—the trees, the flowers, the sward—all must have read the love that has filled my heart since first my eyes were made new by imaging your perfect face and form; so how could you alone have been blind to it?” 

 “Do the maids of Helium pay court to their men?” asked Thuvia. 

 “You are playing with me!” exclaimed Carthoris. “Say that you are but playing, and that after all you love me, Thuvia!” 

 “I cannot tell you that, Carthoris, for I am promised to another.” 

 Her tone was level, but was there not within it the hint of an infinite depth of sadness? Who may say? 

 “Promised to another?” Carthoris scarcely breathed the words. His face went almost white, and then his head came up as befitted him in whose veins flowed the blood of the overlord of a world. 

 “Carthoris of Helium wishes you every happiness with the man of your choice,” he said. “With—” and then he hesitated, waiting for her to fill in the name. 

 “Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol,” she replied. “My father’s friend and Ptarth’s most puissant ally.” 

 The young man looked at her intently for a moment before he spoke again. 

 “You love him, Thuvia of Ptarth?” he asked. 

 “I am promised to him,” she replied simply. 

 He did not press her. “He is of Barsoom’s noblest blood and mightiest fighters,” mused Carthoris. “My father’s friend and mine—would that it might have been another!” he muttered almost savagely. What the girl thought was hidden by the mask of her expression, which was tinged only by a little shadow of sadness that might have been for Carthoris, herself, or for them both. 

 Carthoris of Helium did not ask, though he noted it, for his loyalty to Kulan Tith was the loyalty of the blood of John Carter of Virginia for a friend, greater than which could be no loyalty. 

 He raised a jewel-encrusted bit of the girl’s magnificent trappings to his lips. 

 “To the honour and happiness of Kulan Tith and the priceless jewel that has been bestowed upon him,” he said, and though his voice was husky 

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