With all his cruel ferocity and coldness there was an under of something in Tars Tarkas which he seemed ever battling to subdue. Could it be a vestige of some human instinct come back from an ancient forbear to haunt him with the horror of his people’s ways! As I was approaching Dejah Thoris’ chariot I passed Sarkoja, and the black, venomous look she accorded me was the sweetest almost have

cut it with a sword. A few moments later I saw her deep in conversation with a warrior named Zad. Were you to give me your word that neither you nor Dejah Thoris would attempt to escape until after we have safely reached the court of Tal Hajus you might have the key and throw the chains into the river Iss. As I was approaching Dejah Thoris’ chariot I passed Sarkoja, and the black, venomous look she accorded me.