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Tarzan on Mars
jealous rage and deeply hurt pride—as she realized that she
had been deliberately deceiving herself with the false hope
that Tarzan was destined to come back to her. For did she not
remembers Tarzan's mate, that same woman whom he had
rescued from the altar of the Flaming God, even from under
the point of La's descending knife?
"Who is she?' La had asked him.
And Tarzan had wounded her with the simple statement,
"She is mine."
The words had struck her down as effectively as if he had
hit her with the blood-stained bludgeon in his mighty hand.
The distant cliffs that cut off her view of the savage
African jungle seemed to give her the answer to her plight.
As barren of hope as they were of vegetation, those boulderstrewn
slopes and lodges seemed to say, "You dream is done.
Go, thou, and face the fate to which you were born...”
For the first time since she had laid eyes on Tarzan, La
was freed from this debilitating defense mechanism which had
caused her to depend upon the fulfillment of wishful thinking
rather than upon herself for salvation. Now that circumstance
had at last forced her to face the reality of her situation alone
and unaided, she groped subconsciously within the depths of
her mind and spirit in an attempt to take inventory of whatever
faculties or powers she might possess with which to
meet the impossible alternative which Cadj was waiting to
inflict upon her.
La, to her own self, was a mystery, a mystery compounded
of certain secrets which were known to her alone
and by other secrets which she had not had the courage to
penetrate, so stupendous and incomprehensible was the
nature of them. But one sustaining certainty emerged before
all other considerations. She was different from the others of
Opar, both from the degenerated priestesses and from the
weird, half-human male inhabitants who were the progeny of
a twisted ethic evolution. In her was a subconscious aware-
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