Tarzan the Terrible - Edgar Rice Burroughs (free romance novels TXT) 📗

fashioned to represent the white cliffs of Pal-ul-don, broken occasionally by small replicas of the verdure-filled gorges of the original.

Filled with admiration and thoroughly enjoying each new surprise which the scene offered, Tarzan moved slowly around the garden, and as always he moved silently. Passing through a miniature forest he came presently upon a tiny area of flowerstudded sward and at the same time beheld before him the first Ho-don female he had seen since entering the palace. A young and beautiful woman stood in the center of the little open space, stroking the head of a bird which she held against her golden breastplate with one hand. Her profile was presented to the ape-man and he saw that by the standards of any land she would have been accounted more than lovely.

Seated in the grass at her feet, with her back toward him, was a female Waz-don slave. Seeing that she he sought was not there and apprehensive that an alarm be raised were he discovered by the two women, Tarzan moved back to hide himself in the foliage, but before he had succeeded the Ho-don girl turned quickly toward him as though apprised of his presence by that unnamed sense, the manifestations of which are more or less familiar to us all.

At sight of him her eyes registered only her surprise though there was no expression of terror reflected in them, nor did she scream or even raise her well-modulated voice as she addressed him.

“Who are you,” she asked, “who enters thus boldly the Forbidden Garden?”

At sound of her mistress’ voice the slave maiden turned quickly, rising to her feet. “Tarzan-jad-guru!” she exclaimed in tones of mingled astonishment and relief.

“You know him?” cried her mistress turning toward the slave and affording Tarzan an opportunity to raise a cautioning finger to his lips lest Pan-at-lee further betray him, for it was Pan-at-lee indeed who stood before him, no less a source of surprise to him than had his presence been to her.

Thus questioned by her mistress and simultaneously admonished to silence by Tarzan, Pan-at-lee was momentarily silenced and then haltingly she groped for a way to extricate herself from her dilemma. “I thought—” she faltered, “but no, I am mistaken—I thought that he was one whom I had seen before near the Kor-ul-gryf.”

The Ho-don looked first at one and then at the other an expression of doubt and questioning in her eyes. “But you have not answered me,” she continued presently; “who are you?”

“You have not heard then,” asked Tarzan, “of the visitor who arrived at your king’s court yesterday?”

“You mean,” she exclaimed, “that you are the Dor-ul-Otho?” And now the erstwhile doubting eyes reflected naught but awe.

“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. “Daughter of Ko-tan,” he said, “Jad-ben-Otho is pleased with you and as a mark of his favor he has preserved for you through many dangers him whom you love.”

“I do not understand,” replied the girl but the flush that mounted to her cheek belied her words. “Bu-lat is a guest in the palace of Ko-tan, my father. I do not know that he has faced any danger. It is to Bu-lat that I am betrothed.”

“But it is not Bu-lat whom you love,” said Tarzan.

Again the flush and the girl half turned her face away. “Have I then displeased the Great God?” she asked.

“No,” replied Tarzan; “as I told you he is well satisfied and for your sake he has saved Ta-den for you.”

“Jad-ben-Otho knows all,” whispered the girl, “and his son shares his great knowledge.”

“No,” Tarzan hastened to correct her lest a reputation for omniscience might prove embarrassing. “I know only what Jad-ben-Otho wishes me to know.”

“But tell me,” she said, “I shall be reunited with Ta-den? Surely the son of god can read the future.”

The ape-man was glad that he had left himself an avenue of escape. “I know nothing of the future,” he replied, “other than what Jad-ben-Otho tells me. But I think you need have no fear for the future if you remain faithful to Ta-den and Ta-den’s friends.”

“You have seen him?” asked O-lo-a. “Tell me, where is he?”

“Yes,” replied Tarzan, “I have seen him. He was with Om-at, the gund of Kor-ul-ja.”

“A prisoner of the Waz-don?” interrupted the girl.

“Not a prisoner but an honored guest,” replied the ape-man.

“Wait,” he exclaimed, raising his face toward the heavens; “do not speak. I am receiving a message from Jad-ben-Otho, my father.”

The two women dropped to their knees, covering their faces with their hands, stricken with awe at the thought of the awful nearness of the Great God. Presently Tarzan touched O-lo-a on the shoulder.

“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. “It is even as he says,” she whispered.

O-lo-a fell upon her knees and touched her forehead to Tarzan’s feet. “Great is the honor that Jad-ben-Otho has done his poor servant,” she cried. “Carry to him my poor thanks for the happiness that he has brought to O-lo-a.”

“It would please my father,” said Tarzan, “if you were to cause Pan-at-lee to be returned in safety to the village of her people.”

“What cares Jad-ben-Otho for such as she?” asked O-lo-a, a slight trace of hauteur in her tone.

“There is but one god,” replied Tarzan, “and he is the god of the Waz-don as well as of the Ho-don; of the birds and the beasts and the flowers and of everything that grows upon the earth or beneath the waters. If Pan-at-lee does right she is greater in the eyes of Jad-ben-Otho than would be the daughter of Ko-tan should she do wrong.”

It was evident that O-lo-a did not quite understand this interpretation of divine favor, so contrary was it to the teachings of the priesthood of her people. In one respect only did Tarzan’s teachings coincide with her belief—that there was but one god. For the rest she had always been taught that he was solely the god of the Ho-don in every sense, other than that other creatures were created by Jad-ben-Otho to serve some useful purpose for the benefit of the Ho-don race. And now to be told by the son of god that she stood no higher in divine esteem than the black handmaiden at her side was indeed a shock to her pride, her vanity, and her faith. But who could question the word of Dor-ul-Otho, especially when she had with her own eyes seen him in actual communion with god in heaven?

“The will of Jad-ben-Otho be done,” said O-lo-a meekly, “if it lies within my power. But it would be best, O Dor-ul-Otho, to communicate your father’s wish directly to the king.”

“Then keep her with you,” said Tarzan, “and see that no harm befalls her.”

O-lo-a looked ruefully at Pan-at-lee. “She was brought to me but yesterday,” she said, “and never have I had slave woman who pleased me better. I shall hate to part with her.”

“But there are others,” said Tarzan.

“Yes,” replied O-lo-a, “there are others, but there is only one Pan-at-lee.”

“Many slaves are brought to the city?” asked Tarzan.

“Yes,” she replied.

“And many strangers come from other lands?” he asked.

She shook her head negatively. “Only the Ho-don from the other side of the Valley of Jad-ben-Otho,” she replied, “and they are not strangers.”

“Am I then the first stranger to enter the gates of A-lur?” he asked.

“Can it be,” she parried, “that the son of Jad-ben-Otho need question a poor ignorant mortal like O-lo-a?”

“As I told you before,” replied Tarzan, “Jad-ben-Otho alone is all-knowing.”

“Then if he wished you to know this thing,” retorted O-lo-a quickly, “you would know it.”

Inwardly the ape-man smiled that this little heathen’s astuteness should beat him at his own game, yet in a measure her evasion of the question might be an answer to it. “There have been other strangers here then recently?” he persisted.

“I cannot tell you what I do not know,” she replied. “Always is the palace of Ko-tan filled with rumors, but how much fact and how much fancy how may a woman of the palace know?”

“There has been such a rumor then?” he asked.

“It was only rumor that reached the Forbidden Garden,” she replied.

“It described, perhaps, a woman of another race?” As he put the question and awaited her answer he thought that his heart ceased to beat, so grave to him was the issue at stake.

The girl hesitated before replying, and then. “No,” she said, “I cannot speak of this thing, for if it be of sufficient importance to elicit the interest of the gods then indeed would I be subject to the wrath of my father should I discuss it.”

“In the name of Jad-ben-Otho I command you to speak,” said Tarzan. “In the name of Jad-ben-Otho in whose hands lies the fate of Ta-den!”

The girl paled. “Have mercy!” she cried, “and for the sake of Ta-den I will tell you all that I know.”

“Tell what?” demanded a stern voice from the shrubbery behind them. The three turned to see the figure of Ko-tan emerging from the foliage. An angry scowl distorted his kingly features but at sight of Tarzan it gave place to an expression of surprise not unmixed with fear. “Dor-ul-Otho!” he exclaimed, “I did not know that it was you,” and then, raising his head and squaring his shoulders he said, “but there are places where even the son of the Great God may not walk and this, the Forbidden Garden of Ko-tan, is one.”

It was a challenge but despite the king’s bold front there was a note of apology in it, indicating that in his superstitious mind there flourished the inherent fear of man for his Maker. “Come, Dor-ul-Otho,” he continued, “I do not know all this foolish child has said to you but whatever you would know Ko-tan, the king, will tell you. O-lo-a, go to your quarters immediately,” and he pointed with stern finger toward the opposite end of the garden.

The princess, followed by Pan-at-lee, turned at once and left them.

“We will go this way,” said Ko-tan and preceding, led Tarzan in another direction. Close to that part of the wall which they approached Tarzan perceived a grotto in the miniature cliff into the interior of which Ko-tan led him, and down a rocky stairway to a gloomy corridor the opposite end of which opened into the palace proper. Two armed warriors stood at this entrance to the Forbidden Garden, evidencing how jealously were the sacred precincts of the place guarded.

In silence Ko-tan led the way back to his own quarters in the palace. A large chamber just outside the room toward which Ko-tan was leading his guest was filled with chiefs and warriors awaiting the pleasure of their ruler. As the two entered, an aisle was formed for them the length of the chamber, down which they passed in silence.

Close to the farther door and half hidden by the warriors who stood before him was Lu-don, the high priest. Tarzan glimpsed him but briefly but in that short period he was aware of a cunning and malevolent expression upon the cruel countenance that he was subconsciously aware boded him no good, and then with Ko-tan he passed