Rudolf Stingel

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The object of the cere­mony was clear to me; in anoth­er moment Dejah Thor­is would be joined forever to the Prince of Zodanga. It was an impress­ive and beau­ti­ful cere­mony, I pre­sume, but to me it seemed the most fiendish sight I had ever wit­nessed, and as the orna­ments were adjus­ted upon her beau­ti­ful fig­ure and her col­lar of gold swung open in the hands of Than Kos­is I raised my long-sword above my head, and, with the heavy hilt, I shattered the glass of the great win­dow and sprang into the midst of the aston­ished assemblage.

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Date: 2015-10-08
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Brief

Springing upward, I struck him full in the face as he turned at my warning cry and then as he drew his short-sword I drew mine.

Whale was seized and sold, and his Grace the Duke of Wel­ling­ton received the money. Think­ing that viewed in some par­tic­u­lar lights, the case might by a bare pos­sib­il­ity in some small degree be deemed, under the cir­cum­stances, a rather hard one, an hon­est cler­gy­man of the town addressed a note. He could not use his short-sword to advant­age because I was too close to him, nor could he draw his pis­tol, which he attemp­ted to do in dir­ect oppos­i­tion to Mar­tian cus­tom which says that you may not fight a fel­low war­ri­or in private com­bat with any oth­er than the weapon with which you are attacked. A fact thus set down in sub­stan­tial his­tory can­not eas­ily be gain­said. Nor is there any reas­on it should be. Of what pre­cise spe­cies this sea-mon­ster was, is not men­tioned. But as he des­troyed ships, as well as for oth­er reas­ons, he must have been a whale; and I am strongly inclined to think.

Process

In an instant all was confusion; a thousand drawn swords menaced me from every quarter, and Sab Than sprang upon me with a jeweled dagger he had drawn from his nuptial ornaments.

Whale was seized and sold, and his Grace the Duke of Wel­ling­ton received the money. Think­ing that viewed in some par­tic­u­lar lights, the case might by a bare pos­sib­il­ity in some small degree be deemed, under the cir­cum­stances, a rather hard one, an hon­est cler­gy­man of the town addressed a note. He could not use his short-sword to advant­age because I was too close to him, nor could he draw his pis­tol, which he attemp­ted to do in dir­ect oppos­i­tion to Mar­tian cus­tom which says that you may not fight a fel­low war­ri­or in private com­bat with any oth­er than the weapon with which you are attacked. A fact thus set down in sub­stan­tial his­tory can­not eas­ily be gain­said. Nor is there any reas­on it should be. Of what pre­cise spe­cies this sea-mon­ster was, is not men­tioned. But as he des­troyed ships, as well as for oth­er reas­ons, he must have been a whale; and I am strongly inclined to think.

Result

Calling to Dejah Thoris to get behind me I worked my way toward the little doorway back of the throne, but the officers realized my intentions, and three of them sprang in behind me and blocked my chances for gaining a position where I could have defended.

Thrust­ing Sab Than head­long from the plat­form, I drew Dejah Thor­is to my side. Behind the throne was a nar­row door­way and in this Than Kos­is now stood facing me, with drawn long-sword. In an instant we were engaged, and I found no mean ant­ag­on­ist.

“The Tharks were hav­ing their hands full in the cen­ter of the room, and I began to real­ize that noth­ing short of a mir­acle could save Dejah Thor­is and myself, when I saw Tars Tar­kas sur­ging through the crowd of pyg­mies that swarmed about him.”

Isaac Tobin Cre­at­ive Dir­ect­or at Fantasy Inter­act­ive