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Tarzan on Mars
found his war to Tario's throne room. Beyond this, adjoining
the departed jeddak's private chambers, was the precious
room he sought.
Ever he approached this place, his extra-sensory perception
brought him a more insistent awareness of her. He could
swear that she was there in living, breathing reality—an
incredible miracle, yet undeniable!
In his mind he had made her tall, lithe, strong and proud,
with raven black hair in contrast to the light auburn hair of the
typical Lotharian. Moreover, he had insisted on having to win
her. She was not to be but the reflection of his secret yearnings,
such as one who would cling to him in helpless devotion.
She would have clear, blue eyes which would reflect a mind
and character of her own. Yet, she would not be such a
completed product that there would be no room left for
improvement. On the contrary, she would be almost a savage
who would be tamed by the beast of virility and mellowed by
the elixir of undying devotion.
With such thoughts and emotions as these, Kar Komak
at last entered Tario's former sleeping quarters and stepped
at once to the secret door of the hidden chamber. With the
pounding of his heart almost at an audible level, he placed his
ear to the cold, ponderous stone and strained with every
faculty of his mind to penetrate beyond—to discover some
positive proof that she lived.
As he did so, his great sword clanked loudly against the
door. And in response, he heard a distant, muffled cry—the
cry of a woman! It had issued from inside the secret room!
His eyes widened. Cold perspiration poured from his
trembling body.
"She lives!" he shouted, exultantly. "Most adored
ancestors!—she lives!"
It was then, in the very moment that he prepared to
spring wide the great stone door, that three red warriors
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