"How does it seem," I asked him, "to have the tables turned? To be prisoner of your erstwhile captive?"
He smiled, a very grim smile pregnant with hidden meaning.
"It will not be for long, John Carter," he replied.
"We have been expecting you and we are prepared."
"So it would appear," I answered, "for you were all ready to become my prisoners with scarce a blow struck on either side."
"The fleet must have missed you," he said, "but it will return to Omean, and then that will be a very different matter--for John Carter."
"I do not know that the fleet has missed me as yet," I said, but of course he did not grasp my meaning, and only looked puzzled.
"Many prisoners travel to Issus in your grim craft, Yersted?"
I asked.
"Very many," he assented.
Might you remember one whom men called Dejah Thoris?"
"Well, indeed, for her great beauty, and then, too, for the fact that she was wife to the first mortal that ever escaped from Issus through all the countless ages of her godhood.
And they way that Issus remembers her best as the wife of one and the mother of another who raised their hands against the Goddess of Life Eternal."
