READ THE NOVEL- Chapters 1-31 - ERBzine

Tarzan on Mars
"For Issus!" answered the green men.
"Well?" said Tars Tarkas to Var Koros. "What say you?
Are we ready?"
The old Martian cast a troubled glance toward La. "As
ready as we can be," he answered.
La came down from her dias and picked up the great
Thark's sword. She handed it back to Tars Tarkas.
"For Barsoom," she said, with simple eloquence.
He took the weapon from her and raised it high above his
head, facing the others, and his voice boomed out a command.
"On to Tarnath!" he bellowed.
"To Tarnath!" they answered.
It was a cry that echoed beyond the palace and beyond
the city, through the ranks of La's forces, through the
gathering ranks of the Lost People, and onward into the
mountains among two hundred thousand battle hungry green
men.
"To Tarnath!"
"For Issus!"
"For Barsoom!"
Perhaps the trouble that shadowed the eyes of Var Koros
stemmed from the realization that the increased forces of La
were still as nothing when compared with the tremendous
armies and fleets of Tarnath, with the mighty opposing forces
of the Warlord, and with the other millions who yet wavered
from side to side.
The final holocaust was being fired, and the outcome
depended not only upon the true identity of La, who might
indeed be Issus—but upon her character, as well.
And the added mystery of Tharos Pthan was the great
remaining element of uncertainty—or else the greatest
guarantee of victory. But the die was cast. He must now lead
these forces from the sea bottoms, and the desperate refugees
from the caverns of the dead— through the lost worlds
of ancient Iss—and on to Tarnath..
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