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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the man between himself and Thuvia of Ptarth, at bay
facing the two swords of the Dusarians. But he fought
not like a man at bay. Ever was he the aggressor, and
though always he kept his flashing blade between the girl
and her enemies, yet he managed to force them hither
and thither about the room, calling to the girl to follow
close behind him.
Until it was too late neither Vas Kor nor Astok dreamed
of that which lay in the panthan's mind; but at last as
the fellow stood with his back toward the door, both
understood--they were penned in their own prison, and
Thuvia, Maid of Mars |
