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Tarzan on Mars
"Then you know!" he exclaimed, fiercely. "You know what has
happened!"
Suddenly, a full utan of red Martian Tarnathian guards
stepped out from behind the pillars of the amphitheater. In
the next moment they had Tario surrounded, and their dwar
had his sword point at Tario's heart.
"Release him!" commanded the officer, coolly.
"You see," smiled Ranas Ghol, "the awareness of impending
events is often quite advantageous. One has time to
prepare for these little eventualities. Now, Tario, why do you
not submit your emotions to the control of that magnificent
intellect of yours?"
Tario glared in trembling white rage at the Tarnathian
officer. He drew himself up, imperiously. "You dare?" he
almost shrieked.
In the next instant, the amphitheater became congested
with the tall, silent bowmen, who already drew their bows in
readiness to fire their unerring missiles at the guards.
"Peace, Tario!" Ranas Ghol's great, baleful eye revealed
itself in his forehead.
To Tario's eyes, a darkness fell upon the world, a
palpable darkness that was the total absence of light. Yet he
retained all of his faculties, which seemed, however, curiously
detached and in a state of suspended animation. He felt
frozen, as though he were adrift in the interstellar void.
Then he became engulfed in a titanic, swirling vision for
which his mind had not been born—a kaleidoscopic vista of
the impending future. It was too confused with sound and
light and motion for him to grasp at details, but he was aware
of a world—Barsoom—trembling in the grip of total war, of
holocaust and the smell of wholesale battle and slaughter and
the sight of millions of people running for their lives—of
mighty cities flashing into extinction—of the heavens darkened
with hurtling war fleets and of the smoldering ruins of
once proud civilizations, from the rubble of which half rotted
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