READ THE NOVEL- Chapters 1-31 - ERBzine

Tarzan on Mars
"Omad?" queried La, as a strange excitement possessed
her.
"A man with but one name," answered Mordos Val,
"which, in this case, is no name at all. He was disguised as a
red man, but actually he is a Lotharian. He is a mystery to us,
for he can tell us nothing of that night when the green men
came. His injuries at their hands robbed him of his memory."
La's eyes widened. Var Koros, however, appeared to be
even more excited.
"A Lotharian in disguise could be only one man!" he
exclaimed. "I know him! Where is he now?"
So it was that "Omad" was brought before them, and Var
Koros beheld the man who was to have changed the history
of a world by bringing to the Warlord a vital piece of information.
But not it was far too late.
And La beheld him, too, remembering the look of love
and adoration which had flamed in his eyes on that long gone,
never to be forgotten night in Lothar. But here, she did not
see a red Martian panthan with black, short-cropped hair. Instead,
she saw a tall, handsome white man, as bronzed as
Tarzan of the Apes, with clear blue eyes and thick, auburn
hair.
In those blue eyes was a pitiable emptiness, however,
until the moment that he saw her. Then, slowly, he seemed
to concentrate upon her, and he frowned, trying to remember.
Var Koros got up and went to him, placing his hand on
his shoulder. "Kar Komak!" he exclaimed. "Do you remember
your old friend, Var Koros?"
Kar Komak looked at the old man, struggling to remember.
But, at last, he only shook his head.
"I do not know you," he said. But his eyes sought again
the vision of loveliness who sat at the end of the long table.
"This woman, though. Somewhere—"
Var Koros turned to La. "You have seen him before?" he
asked.
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