As U-Dor and his party entered the room, the warriors came quickly erect in their saddles and formed a line before another door upon the opposite side of the wall.  The padwar commanding them saluted U-Dor who, with his party, had halted facing the guard.

“Send one to O-Tar announcing that U-Dor brings two prisoners worthy of the observation of the great jeddak,” said U-Dor; “one because of her extreme beauty, the other because of his extreme ugliness.”

“O-Tar sits in council with the lesser chiefs,” replied the lieutenant; “but the words of U-Dor the dwar shall be carried to him,” and he turned and gave instructions to one who sat his thoat behind him.

“What manner of creature is the male?” he asked of U-Dor.  “It cannot be that both are of one race.”

“They were together in the hills south of the city,” explained U-Dor, “and they say that they are lost and starving.”

“The woman is beautiful,” said the padwar.  “She will not long go begging in the city of Manator,” and then they spoke of other matters—­of the doings of the palace, of the expedition of U-Dor, until the messenger returned to say that O-Tar bade them bring the prisoners to him.

They passed then through a massive doorway, which, when opened, revealed the great council chamber of O-Tar, Jeddak of Manator, beyond.  A central aisle led from the doorway the full length of the great hall, terminating at the steps of a marble dais upon which a man sat in a great throne-chair.  Upon either side of the aisle were ranged rows of highly carved desks and chairs of skeel, a hard wood of great beauty.  Only a few of the desks were occupied—­those in the front row, just below the rostrum.

At the entrance U-Dor dismounted with four of his followers who formed a guard about the two prisoners who were then conducted toward the foot of the throne, following a few paces behind U-Dor.  As they halted at the foot of the marble steps, the proud gaze of Tara of Helium rested upon the enthroned figure of the man above her.  He sat erect without stiffness—­a commanding presence trapped in the barbaric splendor that the Barsoomian chieftain loves.  He was a large man, the perfection of whose handsome face was marred only by the hauteur of his cold eyes and the suggestion of cruelty imparted by too thin lips.  It needed no second glance to assure the least observing that here indeed was a ruler of men—­a fighting jeddak whose people might worship but not love, and for whose slightest favor warriors would vie with one another to go forth and die.  This was O-Tar, Jeddak of Manator, and as Tara of Helium saw him for the first time she could not but acknowledge a certain admiration for this savage chieftain who so virilely personified the ancient virtues of the God of War.

U-Dor and the jeddak interchanged the simple greetings of Barsoom, and then the former recounted the details of the discovery and capture of the prisoners.  O-Tar scrutinized them both intently during U-Dor’s narration of events, his expression revealing naught of what passed in the brain behind those inscrutable eyes.  When the officer had finished the jeddak fastened his gaze upon Ghek.