The howling, slavering mob in the blood-spattered arena hated the half-breed Moljar--prayed gibberingly for his death. But Moljar looked coldly up at the Princess and licked dry lips. He would not die--while she lived! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Spring 1947. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]…
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