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Tarzan on Mars
Mars and Jupiter. Thence had they come, seeking refuge
from the forces of the Cataclysm long years before their
world was destroyed.
"It would be well to confer with the others," suggested
Ranas Ghol. "I believe that they will agree on the third
probability on the line of the second variable."
"Which means," sighed Derlas Kor, "that we must ally
ourselves with those who will arrive tonight."
"So it seems."
"How is your ceramic art processing these days?"
"I have been concentrating on a new form of pottery,"
replied Ranas Ghol, happily.
The two walked through the still forest. They conversed
quietly together, speaking of flowers and pottery in the
looming shadow of the Great Escarpment of Tarnath—and in
the much deeper shadow of a forbidding tomorrow.
The great banth looked up at the moonless night and
growled. There were no clouds in the star-fired sky, yet
fleeting shadows had raced above him and the wild thoat
which was his kill. In his sensitive ears was the subdued and
distant whisper of whirring radium engines, but since such
sounds were not in the category of the Martian lions's
experience re relegated the unknown to its own domain and
soon returned to his feeding.
And the small fleet of darkened airships continued far
beyond him, swiftly, silently, flying close to the surface of the
rising sea bottoms. Secrecy was their shield. Should it be
penetrated, the entire value of the plan they served would be
lost as a bubble exploded in the air.
There were fourteen vessels, some of them first class
warships, the others light cruisers. And they were black—
black as the mouth of Omean.
In fact, on their bows was the cameo-like device of that
subterranean empire—a single white tower on a black field,
representing Issus" sacred Temple of the Sun.
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