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Tarzan on Mars
shoulders, the gradual elevation of his chin.
"Sire!" he exclaimed, daring to hope. "You have seen the
only answer to this great revelation of organized human life
beyond our walls! We are the master race! It is our destiny to
rule them!"
With a swiftness that caught Sorn completely unprepared,
the royal chamber filled suddenly with half a utan of
Tario's bowmen. Tall, white-skinned, fair-haired and blueeyed,
they held their arrows already in drawn bows, ready to
propel the unerring missiles straight into Sorn's wildly
beating heart.
"No, my Jeddak!' sh shrieked, falling to his knees. "Spare
me !"
Tario's handsome face registered a cold and deadly smile.
"I do not approve of your choice of pronouns, Sorn. It is my
destiny to rule Barsoom, not yours! All of you shall be my
chosen adjutants and as such your rewards and positions of
power will be adequate to satisfy your wildest dreams. Now
get back onto your feet!"
As Sorn slowly arose, the bowmen lowered their
weapons. They waited a few moments longer and then filed
silently from the chamber like the phantom creations of
Tario's mentality that they were. Once out of sight, they
vanished into the nothingness from which from which they
had sprung.
Both Tario and Sorn knew this. Yet both knew that the
arrows of these phantoms could kill—because their effectiveness
depended upon the power of Tario's mind.
And of that there could be no doubt...
Yet there were two things which caused Tario at least
the annoyance of a haunting doubt as he prepared to seat
himself at the fascinating game board of world conquest.
One of these matters concerned his bowmen. For many
centuries he had brought them into phantom existence
whenever the need for them arose. In as much as their
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