? ? ? ? Clear to the hilt my weapon passed through his body, and with a frightful shriek he sank to the floor, dead.
? ? ? ? Halting only for the brief instant that was required to wrench my sword from the carcass of my late antagonist, I sprang across the chamber to the blank wall beyond, through which the thern had attempted to pass. Here I sought for the secret of its lock, but all to no avail.
? ? ? ? In despair I tried to force the thing, but the cold, unyielding stone might well have laughed at my futile, puny endeavors. In fact, I could have sworn that I caught the faint suggestion of taunting laughter from beyond the baffling panel.
? ? ? ? In disgust I desisted from my useless efforts and stepped to the chamber's single window.
? ? ? ? The slopes of Otz and the distant Valley of Lost Souls held nothing to compel my interest then; but, towering far above me, the tower's carved wall riveted my keenest attention.
? ? ? ? Somewhere within that massive pile was Dejah Thoris.
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