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Thuvia, Maid of Mars

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

CONTENTS

I Carthoris and Thuvia . . . . . . . . 7

II Slavery . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18

III Treachery . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28

IV A Green Man's Captive . . . . . . . 34

V The Fair Race . . . . . . . . . . . 45

VI The Jeddak of Lothar . . . . . . . . 59

VII The Phantom Bowmen . . . . . . . . . 68

VIII The Hall of Doom . . . . . . . . . . 78

IX The Battle in the Plain . . . . . . 89

X Kar Komak, the Bowman . . . . . . . 99

XI Green Men and White Apes . . . . . . 109

XII To Save Dusar . . . . . . . . . . . 121

XIII Turjun, the Panthan . . . . . . . . 130

XIV Kulan Tith's Sacrifice . . . . . . . 141

Glossary of Names and Terms . . . . 153

THUVIA, MAID OF MARS

CHAPTER I

CARTHORIS AND THUVIA

Upon a massive bench of polished ersite beneath the gorgeous blooms of a giant pimalia a woman sat. Her shapely, sandalled foot tapped impatiently upon the jewel-strewn walk that wound beneath the stately sorapus trees across the scarlet sward of the royal gardens of Thuvan Dihn, Jeddak of Ptarth, as a dark-haired, red-skinned warrior bent low toward her, whispering heated words close to her ear.

"Ah, Thuvia of Ptarth," he cried, "you are cold even before the fiery blasts of my consuming love! No harder than your heart, nor colder is the hard, cold ersite of this thrice happy bench which supports your divine and fadeless form! Tell me, O Thuvia of Ptarth, that I may still hope--that though you do not love me now, yet some day

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