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Tarzan on Mars
commerce had been borne on the rolling surface of oceans.
Thus, persistent ingenuity and the eternal resilience of the
human mind and spirit had at last succeeded in holding back
the inevitable death of the ancient planet for yet another span
of ages...
All of which startling realization finally had the effect of
launching Tario into a brand new and totally unexpected
phase of his existence. For ages reaching so far into antiquity
that their memory was lost to him, Tario—wizard, mentalist
supreme, Jeddak of Lothar—had lain dreaming in abysmal
loneliness, waiting for the end of creation, only to discover
that the world he had thought dead had come to life. This fact
placed an entirely new interpretation upon the position, the
abnormal powers, and the life purpose of Tario.
"Sorn!" he shouted, at the moment of his great decision.
From the furs and silks of his royal couch he called imperiously
to his aide, servant and advisor.
Sorn, a true Lotharian—as opposed to the realistic
phantoms that often filled the untenanted halls of the
palace—quickly made himself apparent. He entered the royal
chamber and threw himself to his knees, whereupon he
crawled forward toward his lord, waggling his body much in
the manner of a fawning hound.
"Yes, Tario, most glorious jeddak!" cried Sorn. "But
speak thy will, and it shall be done!"
Tario's brows lowered in a frown of disapproval. He
sprang from his couch and stood on the raised dais, legs apart
and arms akimbo, a magnificent figure of a man, richly harnessed,
fair of skin, possessed of light auburn hair and piercing
blue eyes. For white, not red, was the lost race of Lothar.
"Enough of this!" he shouted. "Get up on your feet!"
The astonished Sorn could not have been censured for
not thus instantly breaking a tradition of the ages, yet when
he hesitated, still on his knees, Tario leaped from the dais and
grasped him roughly, dragging him to his feet.
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