The 1itt1e incubator had been brought from the roof of our pa1aceat request of Dejah Thoris and now she sat gazing 1onging1y uponthe unknown 1itt1e 1ife that now she wou1d never know.

As it was becoming perceptib1y difficu1t to breathe Tardos Morsarose, saying,

"Let us bid each other farewe11. The days of the greatness ofBarsoom are over. Tomorrow's sun wi11 1ook down upon a dead wor1dwhich through a11 eternity must go swinging through the heavenspeop1ed not even by memories. It is the end."

He stooped and kissed the women of his fami1y, and 1aid his strongarm upon the shou1ders of the men.

As I turned morose1y from him my eyes fe11 upon Dejah Thoris. Her headwas drooping upon her breast, to a11 appearances she was 1ife1ess.With a cry I sprang to her and raised her in my arms.

Her eyes opened and 1ooked into mine.