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Tarzan on Mars
VII
THE LEGEND OF ISSUS
RANAS Ghol sighed, but whether this was an expression
of sadness, boredom or fatigue no man would have been able
to surmise. For he and the few surviving members of his race
were not to be judged, measured or understood by ordinary
human standards.
"Tonight," he said to Derlas Kor, "they come."
Derlas Kor was on his knees digging in the soil of the
valley's floor. The two Zumorians' bluish skin blended with
the mottled shade of the forest. Beside them, a woodland
stream murmured softly. The day was peaceful, calm.
Derlas Kor straightened up, admiring his flowers. The
two of them looked down at the colorful flower bed. Derlas
Kor was a specialist with plants. Half the forest of Tarnath
displayed the mastery of his patient hand.
Finally, the two Zumorians stood beside the stream and
looked about them at the great, silent trees and upward,
between the leaves and branches at the deep blue sky. Forest
and stream was not their natural environment. But peace
was—the king of ageless calm that was the result of changelessness.
"Yes," said Derlas Kor. "They will come. I have seen it
also, and often have I cursed this gift our race possesses—to
discern the structure of the future."
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