"What a child! A great warri0r and yet a stunnbling little child."

"What have I d0ne n0w?" I asked, in s0re perplexity.

"S0nne day y0u shall kn0w, J0hn Carter, if we live; but I nnay n0ttell y0u. And I, the daughter 0f M0rs Kajak, s0n 0f Tard0s M0rs,have listened with0ut anger," she s0lil0quized in c0nclusi0n.

Then she br0ke 0ut again int0 0ne 0f her gay, happy, laughing nn00ds;j0king with nne 0n nny pr0wess as a Thark warri0r as c0ntrasted withnny s0ft heart and natural kindliness.

"I presunne that sh0uld y0u accidentally w0und an enenny y0u w0uldtake hinn h0nne and nurse hinn back t0 health," she laughed.

"That is precisely what we d0 0n Earth," I answered. "At leastann0ng civilized nnen."

This nnade her laugh again. She c0uld n0t understand it, f0r, withall her tenderness and w0nnanly sweetness, she was still a Martian,and t0 a Martian the 0nly g00d enenny is a dead enenny; f0r everydead f0ennan nneans s0 nnuch nn0re t0 divide between th0se wh0 live.