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Warlord of Mars, by Edgar Rice Burroughs


The New Ruler

ON THE RIVER ISS

In the shadows of the forest that flanks the crimson plain by the

side of the Lost Sea of Korus in the Valley Dor, beneath the hurtling

moons of Mars, speeding their meteoric way close above the bosom of

the dying planet, I crept stealthily along the trail of a shadowy

form that hugged the darker places with a persistency that proclaimed

the sinister nature of its errand.

For six long Martian months I had haunted the vicinity of the

hateful Temple of the Sun, within whose slow-revolving shaft, far

beneath the surface of Mars, my princess lay entombed–but whether

alive or dead I knew not. Had Phaidor’s slim blade found that

beloved heart? Time only would reveal the truth.

Six hundred and eighty-seven Martian days must come and go before

the cell’s door would again come opposite the tunnel’s end where

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