CHAPTER XVIII: CHAINED IN WARHOON
It must have been several hours before I regained consciousness and I well remember the feeling of surprise which swept over me as I realized that I was not dead. I was lying among a pile of sleeping silks and furs in the corner of a small room in which were several green warriors, and bending over me was an ancient and ugly female. As I opened my eyes she turned to one of the warriors, saying, “He will live, O Jed.” “‘Tis well,” replied the one so addressed, rising and approaching my couch, “he should render rare sport for the great games.” And now...
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