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''Surely the world of Thar—its strange cities and enormous mountains, its turquoise seas, twin moons and crimson sun—is nothing but a dream? And yet...''

EINING in his pony on the ridge, Khal Kan pointed down across the other sands of the drylands that stretched in the glare of the crimson, sinking sun.

"There we are, my lads!" he announced heartily. "See yonder black blobs on the desert? They're the tents of the dry-landers."

His tall young figure was straining in the saddle, and there was a keen anticipation on his hard, merry young face. 6