All of these men thought, of course, that I was only a hormad; but my rank assured them that I had influence and that I was an important person. I explained to them that I had been promised the body of a red man as soon as Ras Thavas was located and that then I should be one of them and anxious to leave Morbus.
The growth of the tissue in No. 4 vat room had now almost filled the large courtyard. I had had all windows and doors opening from the enclosure securely barricaded, so that it could not enter the building, but it threatened to soon top it and flow across the roofs where it would eventually find its way into the city avenues. The production of new hormads had practically ceased, and I had drained all the tanks as they were emptied so that there might be no repetition of what had occurred in No. 4 vat room. This had necessitated my visiting every building in which there were culture tanks, and there were many of them. It was on my return from one of these other buildings that I received a summons to appear before Ay-mad.
As I entered the palace Teeaytan-ov came to meet me. “Be careful,” he warned. “Something is afoot. I don’t know what it is, but one of Ay-mad’s servants said that he was always muttering about you and the woman. Now that he has lost her she seems even more desirable than before. If you want to save yourself trouble, you had better give her back to him; for if you don’t he can have you killed and take her anyway, and no woman is worth that.”
I thanked him and went on into the audience chamber where all of Ay-mad’s principal officers were gathered before the throne. The jeddak greeted me with a scowling countenance as I took my place among the other officers, the only one without the body of a red man. How many hormad brains there were among them, I had no way of knowing; but from what I had heard since coming to Morbus I guessed that most of them were transplanted hormad brains. They would have been surprised, and Ay-mad most of all, could they have known that behind my hideous hormad face lay the brain of a noble of Helium and a trusted aide of The Warlord of Barsoom.
Ay-mad pointed a finger at me. “I trusted you,” he said. “I put you in charge of the laboratories, and what have you done? The supply of warriors has ceased.”
“I am not Ras Thavas,” I reminded him.
“You have permitted the catastrophe of No. 4 vat room, which threatens to overwhelm us.”
“Again let me remind you that I am not The Master Mind of Mars,” I interrupted.
He paid no attention to that, but went on. “These things threaten the collapse of all our plans to conquer the world and necessitate art immediate attempt to launch our campaign with inadequate forces. You have failed in the laboratory; and I now relieve you of your duties there, but I shall give you another chance to redeem yourself. It is now my intention to conquer Phundahl at once, thus acquiring a fleet of ships with which we can transport warriors to Toonol. The capture of Toonol will give us additional ships and permit us to move on to the capture of other cities. I am placing you in command of the expedition against Phundahl. It will not require a large force to take that city. We have five hundred malagors. They can make two round trips a day. That means that you can transport a thousand warriors a day to a point near Phundahl; or, if the birds can carry double, two thousand. In the same way you can place a thousand warriors inside the city walls to take and open the gates to the main body of your troops. You will first transport the vats and culture medium necessary to produce food for your warriors. With twenty thousand warriors you can make your attack; and I will continue to send you two thousand a day until the campaign is over, for you will lose many. You will immediately give up your quarters in the laboratory building and take quarters here in the palace that I shall assign to you and your retinue.”
I saw immediately what he was trying to accomplish. He would get Janai transferred to the palace and then he would send me out on the campaign against Phundahl.
“You will move to the palace immediately and commence the transport of your troops forthwith. I have spoken.”
XVII. Escape Us Never
I now found myself faced by a problem for which there seemed no solution. Had I been in possession of my own body I could have escaped with Janai through the tunnel to the island where John Carter and Ras Thavas had hidden and waited there for their return, but I couldn’t abandon my body and chance having to go out into the world a hormad. I also felt that it was my duty as a red man to remain and attempt in some way to thwart Ay-mad’s plan of world conquest. As I made my way to Janai’s quarters to tell her what had befallen us my spirits had reached nadir; they could fall no lower.
As I was passing along a corridor in the laboratory building I was met by Tun Gan who seemed very much perturbed. “The mass from No. 4 vat room has crossed the roof in one place and is overflowing down the side of the building into the avenue,” he said. “The growth seems suddenly to have accelerated; and, if it be not stopped, it is only a question of time before it envelops the entire city.”
“And the island as well,” I said, “but I can do nothing about it; Ay-mad has relieved me of my duties in the laboratory. The responsibility now belongs to my successor.”
“But what can we do to save ourselves?” demanded Tun Gan. “We shall all be lost if the growth be not stopped. It has already seized and devoured several of the warriors who were sent to try to destroy it. The hands reach out and seize them, and the heads devour them. Eventually it will eat us all.”
Yes, what could we do to save ourselves? For the moment ourselves included only Janai and my two selves in my thoughts, but presently I thought of others—of Pandar and Gan Had and Sytor, yes, even of Tun Gan, the Assassin of Amhor, with the brain of a hormad. These men were as near to being friends as any I had in Morbus, and there was poor Teeaytan-ov, too. He had been my friend. I must save them all.
“Tun Gan,” I said, “you would like to escape?”
“Of course.”
“Will you swear to serve me loyally if I help you to get away from Morbus, forgetting that you are a hormad?”
“I am no hormad now,” he said. “I am a red man, and I will serve you loyally if you will help me to escape from the clutches of the horror that is spewing out into the city.”
“Very well. Go at once to Pandar and Gan Had and Sytor and Teeaytan-ov and tell them to come to the quarters of Janai. Caution them to secrecy. Let no one overhear what you say to them. And hurry, Tun Gan!”
I went at once to the quarters of Janai, who seemed glad to see me; and told her of Ay-mad’s orders that we move to quarters in the palace. The two servants whom I suspected overheard, as I intended they should; and I immediately gave them orders to gather up their mistress’s belongings, which gave me an opportunity to talk with Janai privately. I told her what Ay-mad’s order portended and that I had a plan which offered some slight hope of escape.
“I will take any risk,” she said, “rather than remain in Ay-mad’s palace after you are sent away. You are the only person in Morbus that I can trust, my only friend; though why you befriend me, I do not know.”
“Because Vor Daj is my friend and Vor Daj loves you,” I said. I felt like a coward, adopting this way of avowing a love I might not have had the courage to tell her had I been in possession of my own identity; and now that I had done it I immediately wished that I hadn’t. What if she scorned Vor Daj’s love? He would not be here in person to press his suit, and certainly a hideous hormad could not do it for him. I held my breath as I waited for her reply.
She was silent for a moment, and then she asked. “What makes you think that Vor Daj loves me?”