“Red men like yourself descended in mighty ships that sailed the air, even as the great ships of my distant day sailed the five seas,” replied Kar Komak. “They fought with the green men of Torquas. They slew Komal, god of Lothar. I thought they were your friends, and I was glad when finally those of them who survived the battle carried the red girl to one of the ships and sailed away with her into the safety of the high air.
“Then the green men seized me, and carried me to a great, empty city, where they chained me to a wall in a black pit. Afterward came these and dragged me hither. And what of you, red man?”
Carthoris related all that had befallen him, and as the two men talked the great apes squatted about them watching them intently.
“What are we to do now?” asked the bowman.
“Our case looks rather hopeless,” replied Carthoris ruefully. “These creatures are born man-eaters. Why they have not already devoured us I cannot imagine—there!” he whispered. “See? The end is coming.”
Kar Komak looked in the direction Carthoris indicated to see a huge ape advancing with a mighty bludgeon.
“It is thus they like best to kill their prey,” said Carthoris.
“Must we die without a struggle?” asked Kar Komak.
“Not I,” replied Carthoris, “though I know how futile our best defence must be against these mighty brutes! Oh, for a long-sword!”
“Or a good bow,” added Kar Komak, “and a utan of bowmen.”