gnashed his teeth and foamed at the mouth and called Ras Thavas everything he could lay his tongue to.
Ras Thavas turned to Tor-dur-bar. 'Can you carry him?' he asked.
For answer, the hormad picked up the red man as easily as though he had no weight and flung him across one broad shoulder. Tor-dur-bar's new body was indeed a mountain of strength.
Ras Thavas led the way back to his private study and through a small doorway into a chamber that I had not seen before. Here were two tables standing about twenty inches apart, the top of each a beautifully polished slab of solid ersite. At one end of the tables was a shelf on which were two empty glass vessels and two similar vessels filled with a clear, colorless liquid resembling water. Beneath each table was a small motor. There were numerous surgical instruments neatly arranged, various vessels containing colored liquids, and paraphernalia such as one might find in a laboratory or hospital concerning the uses of which I knew nothing, for I am, first and last, a fighting man and nothing else.
Ras Thavas directed Tor-dur-bar to lay Gantun Gur on one of the tables. 'Now get on the other one yourself,' he said.
'You are really going to do it?' exclaimed Tor-dur-bar. 'You are going to give me a beautiful new body and face?'
'I wouldn't call it particularly beautiful,' said Ras Thavas, with a slight smile.
'Oh, it is lovely,' cried Tor-dur-bar. 'I shall be your slave forever if you do this for me.'
Although Gantun Gur was securely bound, it took both John Carter and myself to hold him still while Ras Thavas made two incisions in his body, one in a large vein and one in an artery. To these incisions he attached the ends of two tubes, one of which was connected with an empty glass receptacle and the other to the similar receptacle containing the colorless liquid. The connections made, he pressed a button controlling the small motor beneath the table, and Gantun Gur's blood was pumped into the empty jar while the contents of the other jar were forced into the emptying veins and arteries. Of course Gantun Gur lost consciousness almost immediately after the motor was started and I breathed a sigh of relief when I had heard the last of him. When all the blood had been replaced by the colorless liquid, Ras Thavas removed the tubes and closed the openings in the body with bits of adhesive material; then he turned to Tor-dur-bar.
'You're quite sure you want to be a red man?' he asked.
'I can't wait,' replied the hormad.
Ras Thavas repeated the operation he had just performed on Gantun Gur; then he sprayed both bodies with what he told us was a strong antiseptic solution and then himself, scrubbing his hands thoroughly. He now selected a sharp knife from among the instruments and removed the scalps from both bodies, following the hair line entirely around each head. This done, he sawed through the skull of each with a tiny circular saw attached to the end of a flexible, revolving shaft, following the line he had exposed by the removal of the scalps.
It was a long and marvelously skillful operation that followed, and at the end of four hours he had transferred the brain of Tor-dur-bar to the brain pan of him who had been Gantun Gur, deftly connected the severed nerves and ganglia, replaced the skull and scalp and bound the head securely with adhesive material, which was not only antiseptic and healing but locally anaesthetic as well.
He now reheated the blood he had drawn from Gantun Gur's body, adding a few drops of some clear chemical solution, and as he withdrew the liquid from the veins and arteries he pumped the blood back to replace it. Immediately following this he administered a hypodermic injection, 'In an hour,' he said, 'Tor-dur-bar will awaken to a new life in a new body.'
It was while I was watching this marvelous operation that a mad plan occurred to me whereby I might eventually reach the side of Janai, or at least discover what fate had overtaken her. I turned to Ras Thavas. 'Could you restore Gantun Gur's brain to his head if you wished to?' I asked.
'Certainly.'
'Or could you put it in Tor-dur-bar's abandoned skull?'
'Yes.'
'How soon after the removal of a brain do you have to replace it with another?'
'The liquid that I pump into the veins and arteries of a body will preserve it indefinitely. The blood I have withdrawn is also preserved similarly. But what are you driving at?'
'I want you to transfer my brain to the body that was Tor-dur-bar's,' I said.
'Are you mad?' demanded John Carter.
'No. Well, perhaps a little, if love is madness. As a hormad I can be sent to the Council of the Seven Jeds and perhaps chosen to serve them. I know I can be chosen, for I know what answers to make to their questions. Once there, I can find the opportunity to discover what has become of Janai. Perhaps I may even rescue her, and when I have either succeeded or failed, Ras Thavas can return my brain to my own body. Will you do it, Ras Thavas?'
Ras Thavas looked questioningly at John Carter. 'I have no right to interpose any objections,' said The Warlord. 'Vor Daj's brain and body are his own.'
'Very well,' said Ras Thavas. 'Help me lift the new Tor-dur-bar from the table and then lie down there yourself.'
CHAPTER IX. MAN INTO HORMAD
When I regained consciousness, the first sight that met my eyes was that of my own body lying on an ersite slab a few inches from me. It was rather a ghastly experience, looking at one's own corpse; but when I sat up and looked down at my new body, it was even worse. I hadn't anticipated just how horrible it would be to be a hormad with a hideous face and malformed body. I almost loathed to touch myself with my new hands. Suppose something should happen to Ras Thavas! I broke out in a cold sweat at the thought. John Carter and the great surgeon stood looking at me.
'What is the matter?' demanded the latter. 'You look ill.'
I told him of the fear that had suddenly assailed me. He shrugged. 'It would be just too bad for you,' he said. 'There is another man in the world, probably the only other man in the entire universe, who could restore your brain to your body were anything to happen to me; but you could never get him to Morbus as long as the hormads rule here.'
'Who is he?' I asked.
'Vad Varo, a prince of Duhor now. He was Ulysses Paxton of Jasoom, and he was my assistant in my laboratory at Toonol. It was he who transferred my old brain to this new body. But don't worry. I have lived over a thousand years. The hormads need me. There is no reason why I should not live another thousand years. Before that I shall have trained another assistant, so that he can transfer my brain to a new body. You see, I should live forever.'
'I hope you do,' I said. Just then I discovered the body of the assassin of Amhor lying on the floor. 'What's the matter with Tor-dur-bar?' I asked.
'Shouldn't he have regained consciousness before I did?'
'I saw to it that he didn't,' said Ras Thavas. 'John Carter and I decided that it might be well if none other than he and I knew that your brain had been transferred to the body of a hormad.'
'You were right. Let them think that I am all hormad.'
'Carry Tor-dur-bar into my study. Let him come to there, but before he does you must be out of sight. Go out into the laboratory and help with the emergence of the new hormads. Tell the officer there that I sent you.'
'But won't Tor-dur-bar recognize me when he sees me later?'
'I think not. He never saw his own face often enough to become familiar with it. There are few mirrors in Morbus, and his new body was such a recent acquisition that there is little likelihood that he will recognize it. If he does, we'll have to tell him.'
The next several days were extremely unpleasant. I was a hormad. I had to consort with hormads and eat raw animal tissue. Ras Thavas armed me, and I had to destroy the terrible travesties on humanity that wriggled out of his abominable tanks so malformed that they were useless even as hormads. One day I met Teeaytan-ov,
