Thuvia, maid of Mars

Even such world-old cities as ancient Aaanthor were as yet undreamed of when the races lived that built such gates as these. And then the guardsmen, panting from their charge, came up just as the Prince of Dusar, bleeding at the mouth, and with drawn sword, crawled from the entanglement of the pimalia. A fierce beast of prey that roams the low hills surrounding the dead seas of ancient Mars. When at last Carthoris found her, only to be struck down by the long-sword of a green man, Thuvia prayed that the same fate might overtake her.