It was a long and marvelously skillful operation that followed, and at the end of four hours he had transferred the brain of Tor-dur-bar to the brain pan of him who had been Gantun Gur, deftly connected the severed nerves and ganglia, replaced the skull and scalp and bound the head securely with adhesive material, which was not only antiseptic and healing but locally anaesthetic as well.
He now reheated the blood he had drawn from Gantun Gur’s body, adding a few drops of some clear chemical solution, and as he withdrew the liquid from the veins and arteries he pumped the blood back to replace it. Immediately following this he administered a hypodermic injection, “In an hour,” he said, “Tor-dur-bar will awaken to a new life in a new body.”
It was while I was watching this marvelous operation that a mad plan occurred to me whereby I might eventually reach the side of Janai, or at least discover what fate had overtaken her. I turned to Ras Thavas. “Could you restore Gantun Gur’s brain to his head if you wished to?” I asked.
“Certainly.”
“Or could you put it in Tor-dur-bar’s abandoned skull?”
“Yes.”
“How soon after the removal of a brain do you have to replace it with another?”
“The liquid that I pump into the veins and arteries of a body will preserve it indefinitely. The blood I have withdrawn is also preserved similarly. But what are you driving at?”
“I want you to transfer my brain to the body that was Tor-dur-bar’s,” I said.
“Are you mad?” demanded John Carter.
“No. Well, perhaps a little, if love is madness. As a hormad I can be sent to the Council of the Seven Jeds and perhaps chosen to serve them. I know I can be chosen, for I know what answers to make to their questions. Once there, I can find the opportunity to discover what has become of Janai. Perhaps I may even rescue her, and when I have either succeeded or failed, Ras Thavas can return my brain to my own body. Will you do it, Ras Thavas?”
Ras Thavas looked questioningly at John Carter. “I have no right to interpose any objections,” said The Warlord. “Vor Daj’s brain and body are his own.”
“Very well,” said Ras Thavas. “Help me lift the new Tor-dur-bar from the table and then lie down there yourself.”
IX. Man into Hormad
When I regained consciousness, the first sight that met my eyes was that of my own body lying on an ersite slab a few inches from me. It was rather a ghastly experience, looking at one’s own corpse; but when I sat up and looked down at my new body, it was even worse. I hadn’t anticipated just how horrible it would be to be a hormad with a hideous face and malformed body. I almost loathed to touch myself with my new hands. Suppose something should happen to Ras Thavas! I broke out in a cold sweat at the thought. John Carter and the great surgeon stood looking at me.
“What is the matter?” demanded the latter. “You look ill.”
I told him of the fear that had suddenly assailed me. He shrugged. “It would be just too bad for you,” he said. “There is another man in the world, probably the only other man in the entire universe, who could restore your brain to your body were anything to happen to me; but you could never get him to Morbus as long as the hormads rule here.”
“Who is he?” I asked.
“Vad Varo, a prince of Duhor now. He was Ulysses Paxton of Jasoom, and he was my assistant in my laboratory at Toonol. It was he who transferred my old brain to this new body. But don’t worry. I have lived over a thousand years. The hormads need me. There is no reason why I should not live another thousand years. Before that I shall have trained another assistant, so that he can transfer my brain to a new body. You see, I should live forever.”
“I hope you do,” I said. Just then I discovered the body of the assassin of Amhor lying on the floor. “What’s the matter with Tor-dur-bar?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t he have regained consciousness before I did?”
“I saw to it that he didn’t,” said Ras Thavas. “John Carter and I decided that it might be well if none other than he and I knew that your brain had been transferred to the body of a hormad.”
“You were right. Let them think that I am all hormad.”
“Carry Tor-dur-bar into my study. Let him come to there, but before he does you must be out of sight. Go out into the laboratory and help with the emergence of the new hormads. Tell the officer there that I sent you.”
“But won’t Tor-dur-bar recognize me when he sees me later?”
“I think not. He never saw his own face often enough to become familiar with it. There are few mirrors in Morbus, and his new body was such a recent acquisition that there is little likelihood that he will recognize it. If he does, we’ll have to tell him.”
The next several days were extremely unpleasant. I was a hormad. I had to consort with hormads and eat raw animal tissue. Ras Thavas armed me, and I had to destroy the terrible travesties on humanity that wriggled out of his abominable tanks so malformed that they were useless even as hormads. One day I met Teeaytan-ov, with whom I had flown to Morbus on the back of a malagor. He recognized me, or at least he thought he did.
“Kaor, Tor-dur-bar!” he greeted me. “So you have a new body. What has become of my friend, Vor Daj?”
“I do not know,” I said. “Perhaps he went into the vats. He spoke of you often before I lost track of him. He was very anxious that you and I be friends.”
“Why not?” asked Teeaytan-ov.
“I think it an excellent idea,” I said, for I wanted all the friends I could get. “What are you doing now?”
“I am a member of the Third Jed’s bodyguard. I live in the palace.”
“That is fine,” I said, “and I suppose you see everything that goes on there.”
“I see a great deal. It makes me want to be a jed. I should like a new body such as they have.”
“I wonder what became of the girl who was brought to the palace at the same time Vor Daj was,” I ventured.
“What girl?” he asked.
“She was called Janai.”
“Oh, Janai. She is still there. Two of the jeds want her, and the others won’t let either have her. At least not so far. They are going to take a vote on it soon. I think every one of them wants her. She is the best-looking woman they have captured for a long time.”
“She is safe for the time being, then?” I asked.
“What do you mean, safe?” he demanded. “She will be very lucky if one of the jeds acquires her. She will have the best of everything and won’t have to go to the vats of Ras Thavas. But why are you so interested in her? Perhaps you want her for yourself,” and he burst into laughter. He would have been surprised indeed had he known that he had scored a bull’s-eye.
“How do you like being a member of a jed’s bodyguard?” I asked.
“It is very fine. I am treated well, have plenty to eat and a nice place to sleep, and I do not have to work hard. Also, I have a great deal of freedom. I can go wherever I please on the island of Morbus except into the private quarters of the jeds. You cannot leave this laboratory.” He touched a medal hanging from a chain about his neck. “It is this,” he said, “that gives me so much freedom. It shows that I am in the service of the Third Jed. No one dares interfere with me. I am a very important person, Tor-dur-bar. I feel quite sorry for you who are only a piece of animal tissue that can walk around and talk.”
“It is nice to have such an important friend as you,” I said, “especially one who will help me, if he can.”
“Help you in what way?” he asked.
“The jeds are constantly calling for new warriors to replace those that are killed. I would make a good warrior for the bodyguard of a jed, and it would be nice if you and I could be together; so, if I am chosen to appear before them for examination, you can put in a good word for me when they ask who knows me.”