Pirates of Venus

been reported as having expressed disapproval of some part or all of our plan; so that I, who must have absolute loyalty and cooperation, considered them valueless to me.

Kodj, strange to say, was the most persistent. He almost went on his knees as he pleaded with me to permit him to remain with the Sofal , and he promised me such loyalty as man had never known before; but I had had enough of Kodj and told him so. Then, when he found that I could not be moved, he turned upon me, swearing by all his ancestors that he would get even with me yet, even though it took a thousand years.

Returning to the deck of the Sofal , I ordered the grappling hooks cast off, and presently the two ships were under way again, the Sovong proceeding toward the Thoran port that was her destination, the Sofal back toward Vepaja. Now, for the first time, I had opportunity to inquire into our losses and found that we had suffered four killed and twenty-one wounded, the casualties among the crew of the Sovong having been much higher.

For the greater part of the remainder of the day I was busy with my officers organizing the personnel of the Sofal and systematizing the activities of this new and unfamiliar venture, in which work Kiron and Gamfor were of inestimable value; and it was not until late in the afternoon that I had an opportunity to inquire into the welfare of the rescued Vepajan captives. When I asked Kamlot about them, he said that they were none the worse for their captivity aboard the Sovong .

'You see, these raiding parties have orders to bring the women to Thora unharmed and in good condition,' he explained. 'They are destined for more important persons than ships' officers, and that is their safeguard.

'However, Duare said that notwithstanding this, the captain made advances to her. I wish I might have known it while I was still aboard the Sovong , that I might have killed him for his presumption.' Kamlot's tone was bitter and he showed signs of unusual excitement.

'Let your mind rest at ease,' I begged him; 'Duare has been avenged.'

'What do you mean?'

'I killed the captain myself,' I explained.

He clapped a hand upon my shoulder, his eyes alight with pleasure. 'Again you have won the undying gratitude of Vepaja,' he cried. 'I wish that it might have been my good fortune to have killed the beast and thus wiped out the insult upon Vepaja, but if I could not be the one, then I am glad that it was you, Carson, rather than another.'

I thought that he took the matter rather seriously and was placing too much importance upon the action of the Sovong's captain, since it had resulted in no harm to the girl; but then, of course, I realized that love plays strange tricks upon a man's mental processes, so that an affront to a mistress might be magnified to the proportions of a national calamity.

'Well, it is all over now,' I said, 'and your sweetheart has been returned to you safe and sound.'

At that he looked horrified. 'My sweetheart!' he exclaimed. 'In the name of the ancestors of all the jongs! Do you mean to tell me that you do not know who Duare is?'

'I thought of course that she was the girl you loved,' I confessed. 'Who is she?'

'Of course I love her,' he explained; 'all Vepaja loves her—she is the virgin daughter of a Vepajan jong!'

Had he been announcing the presence of a goddess on shipboard, his tone could have been no more reverential and awed. I endeavored to appear more impressed than I was, lest I offend him.

'Had she been the woman of your choice,' I said, 'I should have been even more pleased to have had a part in her rescue than had she been the daughter of a dozen jongs.'

'That is nice of you,' he replied, 'but do not let other Vepajans hear you say such things. You have told me of the divinities of that strange world from which you come; the persons of the jong and his children are similarly sacred to us.'

'Then, of course, they shall be sacred to me,' I assured him.

'By the way, I have word for you that should please you—a Vepajan would consider it a high honor. Duare desires to see you, that she may thank you personally. It is irregular, of course; but then circumstances have rendered strict adherence to the etiquette and customs of our country impracticable, if not impossible. Several hundred men already have looked upon her, many have spoken to her, and nearly all of them were enemies; so it can do no harm if she sees and speaks with her defenders and her friends.'

I did not understand what he was driving at, but I assented to what he had said and told him that I would pay my respects to the princess before the day was over.

I was very busy; and, if the truth must be told, I was not particularly excited about visiting the princess. In fact, I rather dreaded it, for I am not particularly keen about fawning and kotowing to royalty or anything else; but I decided that out of respect for Kamlot's feelings I must get the thing over as soon as possible, and after he had left to attend to some duty, I made my way to the quarters allotted to Duare on the second deck.

The Amtorians do not knock on a door—they whistle. It is rather an improvement, I think, upon our custom. One has one's own distinctive whistle. Some of them are quite elaborate airs. One soon learns to recognize the signals of one's friends. A knock merely informs you that some one wishes to enter; a whistle tells you the same thing and also reveals the identity of your caller.

My signal, which is very simple, consists of two short low notes followed by a higher longer note; and as I stood before the door of Duare and sounded this, my mind was not upon the princess within but upon another girl far away in the tree city of Kooaad , in Vepaja. She was often in my mind—the girl whom I had glimpsed but twice, to whom I had spoken but once and that time to avow a love that had enveloped me as completely, spontaneously, and irrevocably as would death upon some future day.

In response to my signal a soft, feminine voice bade me enter. I stepped into the room and faced Duare. At sight of me her eyes went wide and a quick flush mounted her cheeks. 'You!' she exclaimed.

I was equally dumfounded—she was the girl from the garden of the jong!

Chapter 12—'A Ship!'

WHAT a strange contretemps! Its suddenness left me temporarily speechless; the embarrassment of Duare was only too obvious. Yet it was that unusual paradox, a happy contretemps —for me at least.

I advanced toward her, and there must have been a great deal more in my eyes than I realized, for she shrank back, flushing even more deeply than before.

'Don't touch me!' she whispered. 'Don't dare!'

'Have I ever harmed you?' I asked.

That question seemed to bring her confidence. She shook her head. 'No,' she admitted, 'you never have— physically. I sent for you to thank you for the service you have already rendered me; but I did not know it was you . I did not know that the Carson they spoke of was the man who—' She stopped there and looked at me appealingly.

'The man who told you in the garden of the jong that he loved you,' I prompted her.

'Don't!' she cried. 'Can it be that you do not realize the offensiveness, the criminality of such a declaration?'

'Is it a crime to love you?' I asked.

'It is a crime to tell me so,' she replied with something of haughtiness.

'Then I am a confirmed criminal,' I replied, 'for I cannot help telling you that I love you, whenever I see you.'

'If that is the case, you must not see me again, for you must never again speak those words to me,' she said decisively. 'Because of the service you have rendered me, I forgive you your past offenses; but do not repeat them.'

'What if I can't help it?' I inquired.

'You must help it,' she stated seriously; 'it is a matter of life and death to you.'

Her words puzzled me. 'I do not understand what you mean,' I admitted.

'Kamlot, Honan , any of the Vepajans aboard this ship would kill you if they knew,' she replied. 'The jong, my