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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. ara of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which shehad been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed to-ward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc de-pended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physi-cal perfection-the effortless harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf ofsilken gossamer crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body;her black hair was piled high upon her head. With a wooden stick she tappedupon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summons was answered bya slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by her mistress."Are my father's guests arriving?" asked the princess."Yes, Tara ofHelium, they come," replied the slave. "I have seenKantosKan, Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son ofKantos Kan," she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned DjorKantos' name, "and-oh, there were others, many have come."3 EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS"The bath, then, Uthia," said her mistress. "And why, Uthia," she added, "do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos?"The slave girl laughed gaily. "It is so plain to all that he worships you," shereplied."It is not plain to me," said Tara of Helium. "He is the friend of my brother, Carthoris, and so he is here much; but not to see me. It is his friendship forCarthoris that brings him thus often to the palace of my father.""But Carthoris is hunting in the north with Talu, Jeddak of Okar," Uthiareminded her."My bath, Uthia!" cried Tara of Helium. "That tongue of yours will bringyou to some misadventure yet.""The bath is ready, Tara of Helium," the girl responded, her eyes still twin-kling with merriment, for she well knew that in the heart of her mistresswas no anger that could displace the love of the princess for her slave. Pre-ceding the daughter of The Warlord she opened the door of an adjoiningroom where lay the bath-a gleaming pool of scented water in a marble basin.Golden stanchions supported a chain of gold encircling it and leading downinto the water on either side of marble steps. A glass dome let in the sun-light, which flooded the interior, glancing from the polished white of themarble walls and the procession of bathers and fishes, which, in conven-tional design, were inlaid with gold in a broad band that circled the room.Tara of Helium removed the scarf from about her and handed it to the slave.Slowly she descended the steps to the water, the temperature of which shetested with a symmetrical foot, undeformed by tight shoes and high heels-alovely foot, as God intended that feet should be and seldom are. Findingthe water to her liking, the girl swam leisurely to and fro about Amidst the opulence of a Martian palace, royal intrigue and unspoken passions simmer as noble guests arrive to signal the start of a high-stakes game of power and survival. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. ara of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which shehad been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed to-ward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc de-pended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physi-cal perfection-the effortless harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf ofsilken gossamer crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body;her black hair was piled high upon her head. With a wooden stick she tappedupon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summons was answered bya slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by her mistress."Are my father's guests arriving?" asked the princess."Yes, Tara ofHelium, they come," replied the slave. "I have seenKantosKan, Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son ofKantos Kan," she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned DjorKantos' name, "and-oh, there were others, many have come."3 EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS"The bath, then, Uthia," said her mistress. "And why, Uthia," she added, "do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos?"The slave girl laughed gaily. "It is so plain to all that he worships you," shereplied."It is not plain to me," said Tara of Helium. "He is the friend of my brother, Carthoris, and so he is here much; but not to see me. It is his friendship forCarthoris that brings him thus often to the palace of my father.""But Carthoris is hunting in the north with Talu, Jeddak of Okar," Uthiareminded her."My bath, Uthia!" cried Tara of Helium. "That tongue of yours will bringyou to some misadventure yet.""The bath is ready, Tara of Helium," the girl responded, her eyes still twin-kling with merriment, for she well knew that in the heart of her mistresswas no anger that could displace the love of the princess for her slave. Pre-ceding the daughter of The Warlord she opened the door of an adjoiningroom where lay the bath-a gleaming pool of scented water in a marble basin.Golden stanchions supported a chain of gold encircling it and leading downinto the water on either side of marble steps. A glass dome let in the sun-light, which flooded the interior, glancing from the polished white of themarble walls and the procession of bathers and fishes, which, in conven-tional design, were inlaid with gold in a broad band that circled the room.Tara of Helium removed the scarf from about her and handed it to the slave.Slowly she descended the steps to the water, the temperature of which shetested with a symmetrical foot, undeformed by tight shoes and high heels-alovely foot, as God intended that feet should be and seldom are. Findingthe water to her liking, the girl swam leisurely to and fro about Amidst the opulence of a Martian palace, royal intrigue and unspoken passions simmer as noble guests arrive to signal the start of a high-stakes game of power and survival. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. ara of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which shehad been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed to-ward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc de-pended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physi-cal perfection-the effortless harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf ofsilken gossamer crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body;her black hair was piled high upon her head. With a wooden stick she tappedupon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summons was answered bya slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by her mistress."Are my father's guests arriving?" asked the princess."Yes, Tara ofHelium, they come," replied the slave. "I have seenKantosKan, Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son ofKantos Kan," she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned DjorKantos' name, "and-oh, there were others, many have come."3 EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS"The bath, then, Uthia," said her mistress. "And why, Uthia," she added, "do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos?"The slave girl laughed gaily. "It is so plain to all that he worships you," shereplied."It is not plain to me," said Tara of Helium. "He is the friend of my brother, Carthoris, and so he is here much; but not to see me. It is his friendship forCarthoris that brings him thus often to the palace of my father.""But Carthoris is hunting in the north with Talu, Jeddak of Okar," Uthiareminded her."My bath, Uthia!" cried Tara of Helium. "That tongue of yours will bringyou to some misadventure yet.""The bath is ready, Tara of Helium," the girl responded, her eyes still twin-kling with merriment, for she well knew that in the heart of her mistresswas no anger that could displace the love of the princess for her slave. Pre-ceding the daughter of The Warlord she opened the door of an adjoiningroom where lay the bath-a gleaming pool of scented water in a marble basin.Golden stanchions supported a chain of gold encircling it and leading downinto the water on either side of marble steps. A glass dome let in the sun-light, which flooded the interior, glancing from the polished white of themarble walls and the procession of bathers and fishes, which, in conven-tional design, were inlaid with gold in a broad band that circled the room.Tara of Helium removed the scarf from about her and handed it to the slave.Slowly she descended the steps to the water, the temperature of which shetested with a symmetrical foot, undeformed by tight shoes and high heels-alovely foot, as God intended that feet should be and seldom are. Findingthe water to her liking, the girl swam leisurely to and fro about Amidst the opulence of a Martian palace, royal intrigue and unspoken passions simmer as noble guests arrive to signal the start of a high-stakes game of power and survival. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - ara of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which shehad been reclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed to-ward the center of the room, where, above a large table, a bronze disc de-pended from the low ceiling. Her carriage was that of health and physi-cal perfection-the effortless harmony of faultless coordination. A scarf ofsilken gossamer crossing over one shoulder was wrapped about her body;her black hair was piled high upon her head. With a wooden stick she tappedupon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summons was answered bya slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by her mistress.'Are my father's guests arriving ' asked the princess.'Yes, Tara ofHelium, they come,' replied the slave. 'I have seenKantosKan,Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son ofKantos Kan,' she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned DjorKantos' name, 'and-oh, there were others, many have come.'3 EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS'The bath, then, Uthia,' said her mistress. 'And why, Uthia,' she added,'do you look thus and smile when you mention the name of Djor Kantos 'The slave girl laughed gaily. 'It is so plain to all that he worships you,' shereplied.'It is not plain to me,' said Tara of Helium. 'He is the friend of my brother,Carthoris, and so he is here much; but not to see me. It is his friendship forCarthoris that brings him thus often to the palace of my father.''But Carthoris is hunting in the north with Talu, Jeddak of Okar,' Uthiareminded her.'My bath, Uthia!' cried Tara of Helium. 'That tongue of yours will bringyou to some misadventure yet.''The bath is ready, Tara of Helium,' the girl responded, her eyes still twin-kling with merriment, for she well knew that in the heart of her mistresswas no anger that could displace the love of the princess for her slave. Pre-ceding the daughter of The Warlord she opened the door of an adjoiningroom where lay the bath-a gleaming pool of scented water in a marble basin.Golden stanchions supported a chain of gold encircling it and leading downinto the water on either side of marble steps. A glass dome let in the sun-light, which flooded the interior, glancing from the polished white of themarble walls and the procession of bathers and fishes, which, in conven-tional design, were inlaid with gold in a broad band that circled the room.Tara of Helium removed the scarf from about her and handed it to the slave.Slowly she descended the steps to the water, the temperature of which shetested with a symmetrical foot, undeformed by tight shoes and high heels-alovely foot, as God intended that feet should be and seldom are. Findingthe water to her liking, the girl swam leisurely to and fro about.…

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