Returning to my own cell, I found Xodar still sitting in the same position in which I had left him.
"Man," I cried, "it will profit you nothing to mope thus.
It were no disgrace to be bested by John Carter. You have seen that in the ease with which I accounted for Thurid.
You knew it before when on the cruiser's deck you saw me slay three of your comrades."
"I would that you had dispatched me at the same time," he said.
"Come, come!" I cried. "There is hope yet. Neither of us is dead.
We are great fighters. Why not win to *******?"
He looked at me in amazement.
"You know not of what you speak," he replied. "Issus is omnipotent.
Issus is omniscient. She hears now the words you speak.
She knows the thoughts you think. It is sacrilege even to dream of breaking her commands."
"Rot, Xodar," I ejaculated impatiently.
He sprang to his feet in horror.
"The curse of Issus will fall upon you," he cried.
"In another instant you will be smitten down, writhing to your death in horrible agony."
"Do you believe that, Xodar?" I asked.
"Of course; who would dare doubt?"