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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: broad Aisle of Hope, as it is called, to the platform
in the centre of the hall. Before and behind us marched
armed guards, while three solid ranks of Zodangan soldiery
lined either side of the aisle from the entrance to the rostrum.
As we reached the raised enclosure I saw our judges.
As is the custom upon Barsoom there were thirty-one,
supposedly selected by lot from men of the noble class, for
nobles were on trial. But to my amazement I saw no single
friendly face among them. Practically all were Zodangans,
and it was I to whom Zodanga owed her defeat at the
hands of the green hordes and her subsequent vassalage to
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