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"It is the lion which pursued her." "You can see him?" asked Ta-den. "No, I can smell him." The others looked their astonishment and incredulity; but of the fact that it was indeed a lion they were not left long in doubt. Presently the bushes parted and the creature stepped out in full view, facing them.
The old warrior had seized the tall structure that stood just beyond the palace and at the summit of this he kept a warrior stationed to look toward the northern wall of the palace where Ta-den was to make his attack; but as the minutes wore into hours no sign of the other force appeared, and now in the full light of the new sun upon the roof of one of the palace buildings appeared Lu-don, the high priest, Mo-sar, the pretender, and the strange, naked figure of a man, into whose long hair and beard were woven fresh ferns and flowers.
"Differ!" almost shouted Ta-den; "and why should we not differ? Who could agree with the preposterous " "Stop!" cried Tarzan. "Now, indeed, have I stirred up a hornets' nest. Let us speak no more of matters political or religious." "That is wiser," agreed Om-at; "but I might mention, for your information, that the one and only god has a long tail."
"Rise," he said. "Jad-ben-Otho has spoken. He has told me that this slave girl is from the tribe of Kor-ul-ja, where Ta-den is, and that she is betrothed to Om-at, their chief. Her name is Pan-at-lee." O-lo-a turned questioningly toward Pan-at-lee. The latter nodded, her simple mind unable to determine whether or not she and her mistress were the victims of a colossal hoax.
"I am he," replied Tarzan; "and you?" "I am O-lo-a, daughter of Ko-tan, the king," she replied. So this was O-lo-a, for love of whom Ta-den had chosen exile rather than priesthood. Tarzan had approached more closely the dainty barbarian princess.
The baffled lion, planting all four feet, barely stopped upon the verge of the abyss. Glaring down into the black shadows beneath he mounted an angry roar. Through the darkness at the bottom of Kor-ul-ja, Om-at led the way toward the caves of his people. Behind him came Tarzan and Ta-den. Presently they halted beneath a great tree that grew close to the cliff.
"You will kill me anyway," retorted the prisoner, "unless you make me this promise; so if I am to be killed the thing I know shall go with me." "He is right, Om-at," said Ta-den, "promise him that they shall have their liberty." "Very well," said Om-at. "Speak Kor-ul-lul, and when you have told me all, you and your fellows may return unharmed to your tribe." "It was thus," commenced the prisoner.
Not even the fact that they appeared to be equals in the matter of intelligence made any difference one was white and one was black, and it was easy to see that the white considered himself superior to the other one could see it in his quiet smile. "Where is A-lur?" Tarzan asked again. "You are returning to it?" "It is beyond the mountains," replied Ta-den. "I do not return to it not yet.
About the valley the cliffs were occasionally cleft by deep gorges, verdure filled, giving the appearance of green rivers rioting downward toward a central sea of green. "Jad Pele ul Jad-ben-Otho," murmured Tarzan in the tongue of the pithecanthropi; "The Valley of the Great God it is beautiful!" "Here, in A-lur, lives Ko-tan, the king, ruler over all Pal-ul-don," said Ta-den.
At first sight of these people the stranger halted and unslung his bow for these creatures were black as night, their bodies entirely covered with hair. But Ta-den, interpreting the doubt in the other's mind, reassured him with a gesture and a smile.
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