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Tarzan on Mars
might have been accomplished even across the Intergalactic
Crevasse, itself.
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Tario started, looking up from the diadem in time to see
the figure of a woman, nearly naked and gleaming white as
moonlight in the rays of Thuria, slump to unconsciousness at
his feet.
He sprang up with a cry that was without meaning yet
which was beyond ideation. To him, it was the exultant shout
of a creator who shattered the stillness and the dark of unborn
Eternity with the command: "Let there be—!"
And there was..
There was she whom he alone had created!— for whom
he had waited down through ages of fruitless longevity—she
whom he would make into Issus, who was the symbol of the
power he coveted— mate eternal of Tharos Pthan, Guardian
of Heaven, Warden of the Sacred Worlds, ruler of men!
Sobbing with the centuries-long imprisoned emotions of
the monomaniac, the mentalist-philosopher and the lost,
lonely man that he was, Tario flung himself to the floor beside
the woman and pulled her into his arms.
The brilliant rays of both Thuria and Cluros shone full
upon her face and form through that window perched high on
the walls of ancient Zumor. Her long, flowing black hair, her
pale, unblemished features, white throat and heavenly body
adorned in spun gold and precious jewels, was an ecstatic
shock to Tario.
He trembled, almost gibbering, as he gazed upon her and
stoked her hair and, at last, tearfully caressed her, near to
swooning with unimaginable joy.
It was then that she opened her eyes and saw him—
clear, cold blue eyes that held no welcome light of response
for her creator.
He felt her sudden tension, saw the soft, parted lips
tighten above sharp, white teeth as she snarled, then sank her
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