“You came to war upon Xaxa?” asked Dar Tarus.
“We came to right a wrong,” replied the Warlord. “But from what we know of Xaxa that could have been done only by force.”
“What wrong has Phundahl done Helium?” demanded Dar Tarus.
“The wrong was against one of your own people—even against you in person.”
“I do not understand,” said Dar Tarus.
“There is one aboard my ship who may be able to explain to you, Dar Tarus,” replied John Carter, with a smile. He turned and spoke to one of his aides in a whisper, and the man saluted and returned to the deck of his own ship. “You shall see with your own eyes, Dar Tarus.” Suddenly his eyes narrowed. “This is indeed Dar Tarus who was a warrior of the Jeddara’s Guard and supposedly assassinated by her command?”
“It is,” replied Dar Tarus.
“I must be certain,” said the Warlord.
“There is no question about it, John Carter,” I spoke up in English.
His eyes went wide, and when they fell upon me and he noted my lighter skin, from which the dye was wearing away, he stepped forward and held out his hand.