Gaping crowds stood in front of my cage, many of them poking sticks at me or throwing pebbles or bits of food. Presently an attendant came with a sign which I had an opportunity to read before he attached it near the top of my cage for the benefit and instruction of the audience: HORMAD FROM MORBUS, A MAN-LIKE MONSTER CAPTURED IN THE WILDS OF THE GREAT TOONOLIAN MARSHES.
I had been in my cage for about two hours when a detachment of the palace guard entered the avenue and chased all the spectators out of the zoo. A few minutes later there was a blare of trumpets at the far end of the avenue, and, looking, I saw a number of men and women approaching.
“What now?” I asked the red man in the cage next to me.
The fellow looked at me as though surprised that I had the power of speech. “Jal Had is coming to look at you,” he said. He is going to be very proud of you, because there is nothing else like you in the world.”
“He may learn differently in time,” I said, “and to his sorrow, for there are millions like me and their leaders are planning to overrun and conquer all Barsoom.”
The red man laughed at that, but he would not have laughed if he had known what I knew.
The royal party was approaching, Jal Had walking a few paces ahead of the others. He was a gross-appearing man, with a cruel mouth and shifty eyes. He came and stopped before my cage; and as the others approached and stopped behind him, I saw that Janai was one of them. She looked up at me, and I saw tears forming in her eyes. “Splendid,” said Jal Had, after he had examined me minutely for several moments. “I’ll wager that there is not another specimen like this anywhere in the world.” He turned toward his companions. “What do you think of it?” he demanded.
“It is wonderful,” they all replied, practically in unison, that is, all but Janai. She remained silent.
Then Jal Had fixed his gaze upon Janai. “And what do you think of it, my love?” he asked.
“I think a great deal of it,” she replied. “Tor-dur-bar is my friend, and I think that it is a cruel shame to cage him up like this.”
“You would like to have wild beasts roaming around the city, then?” he demanded.
“Tor-dur-bar is not a wild beast; he is a brave and loyal friend. But for him, I should have been long since dead; and though perhaps I had been better off, I shall never cease to appreciate the dangers and hardships that he endured for me.”
“For that, he shall be rewarded, then,” said Jal Had, magnanimously. “He shall receive the scraps from the royal table.”
Now that was something. I, a noble of Helium, to be fed with the scraps from the table of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor. However, I consoled myself with the thought that scraps from his table would probably be far better fare than that ordinarily served to the beasts of the zoo, and I could easily swallow my pride along with his scraps.
Of course, I had no opportunity to converse with Janai, so I could not learn what had happened to her, nor what the future held for her, if she knew.
“Tell me something about yourself,” demanded Jal Had. “Are you just a freak, or are there more like you? What were your father and mother like?”
“I had no father and mother,” I replied, “and there are many more like me, millions of us.”
“No father and mother?” he demanded. “But some sort of a creature must have laid the egg from which you hatched.”
“I came from no egg,” I replied.
“Well,” said Jal Had, “you are not only the greatest freak I ever saw, but the greatest liar. Perhaps a good beating will teach you better manners than to lie to Jal Had.”
“He has not lied,” said Janai. “He has told you the truth.”
“So you, too,” he demanded of her, “you too, think I am a fool? I can have my women beaten, as well as my animals, if they do not behave themselves.”
“You are proving definitely that you are a fool,” I said, “for you have heard the truth from both of us, and yet do not believe it.”
“Silence!” shouted an officer of the guard. “Shall I kill the presumptions beast, Jal Had?”
“No,” replied the Prince. “He is too valuable. Perhaps later I shall have him beaten.” I wondered who would have the temerity to enter my cage to beat me, I, who could tear an ordinary man limb from limb.
Jal Had turned and walked away, followed by the members of his party; and when they had left the avenue the public was once more admitted; and, until dark, I had to endure the gaze and insults of a loud-mouthed rabble. Now I realized with what contempt caged beasts must look upon the human beings which gape and gawk at them.
After the crowds were expelled from the zoo, the animals were fed, for Jal Had had discovered that beasts in captivity thrive better if gaping crowds are not watching them at their food; and so his animals were allowed to feed in peace and in such solitude as their cages afforded. I was not fed with the others, but shortly afterward a slave boy came from Jal Had’s palace with a hamper filled with the scraps from his table.
The boy was goggle-eyed with wonderment and awe as he approached my cage and looked at me. There was a small door in the front of my cage near the floor through which the food could be passed to me; but the youth was evidently afraid to open it for fear that I might seize him.
“Do not be afraid,” I said. “I shall not harm you. I am not a wild beast.”
He came closer then and timidly opened the little door. “I am not afraid,” he said; but I knew that he was.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“From Duhor,” he replied.
“A friend of a friend of mine lives there,” I said.
“And who might that be?”
“Vad Varo,” I replied.
“Ah, Vad Varo! I have seen him often. I was to have taken service in his guard when I finished my training. He married Valla Dia, our princess. He is a great warrior. And who is your friend that is his friend?”
“John Carter, Prince of Helium, Warlord of Mars,” I replied.
Then indeed did his eyes go wide. “John Carter, you know him? Who has not heard of him, the greatest swordsman of all Barsoom? But how could such as you be friend of John Carter?”
“It may seem strange to you,” I admitted, “but the fact remains that John Carter is my best friend.”
“But what do you know of John Carter?” demanded the red man in the adjoining cage. “I am from Helium; and there is no creature like you in the entire empire. I think you are a great liar. You lied to me, and you lied to Jal Had, and now you are lying to this young slave. What do you think you can gain by telling so many lies? Have you never heard that Martians pride themselves upon being truthful men?”
“I have not lied,” I said.
“You do not even know what John Carter looks like,” taunted the red man.
“He has black hair and grey eyes, and a lighter skin than yours,” I replied; “and he came from Jasoom, and he is married to Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium. When he came to Barsoom, he was captured by the green men of Thark. He has fought in Okar, the land of the yellow men in the far north; and he has fought therns in the Valley Dor; the length and breadth of Barsoom, he has fought; and when I saw him last, we were in Morbus together.”
The red man looked surprised. “By my first ancestor,” he exclaimed, “but you do know a lot about John Carter. Perhaps you are telling the truth after all.”
The young slave had looked at me with rapt attention. I could see that he was much impressed; and I hoped that I had won his confidence and that later I might win his friendship, for I wanted a friend in the palace of Jal Had, Prince of Amhor.