Tarzan the Terrible by Edgar Rice Burroughs (ebook reader for comics .TXT) 📕

At the same moment the hideous headdress of an under priest appeared in the entrance of the outer chamber. Its owner, pausing for a moment, glanced quickly around the interior and then having located him whom he sought moved rapidly in the direction of Lu-don. There was a whispered conversation which was terminated by the high priest.

“Return immediately to the quarters of the princess,” he said, “and see that the slave is sent to me at the temple at once.” The under priest turned and departed upon his mission while Lu-don also left the apartment and directed his footsteps toward the sacred enclosure over which he ruled.

A half-hour later a warrior was ushered into the presence of Ko-tan. “Lu-don, the high priest, desires the presence of Ko-tan, the king, in the temple,” he announced, “and it is his wish that he come alone.”

Ko-tan nodded to indicate that he accepted the command which even the king must obey. “I will return presently, Dor-ul-Otho,” he said to Tarzan, “and in the meantime my warriors and my slaves are yours to command.”

The Sentence of Death

But it was an hour before the king re-entered the apartment and in the meantime the ape-man had occupied himself in examining the carvings upon the walls and the numerous specimens of the handicraft of Pal-ul-donian artisans which combined to impart an atmosphere of richness and luxury to the apartment.

The limestone of the country, close-grained and of marble whiteness yet worked with comparative ease with crude implements, had been wrought by cunning craftsmen into bowls and urns and vases of considerable grace and beauty. Into the carved designs of many of these virgin gold had been hammered, presenting the effect of a rich and magnificent cloisonne. A barbarian himself the art of barbarians had always appealed to the ape-man to whom they represented a natural expression of man’s love of the beautiful to even a greater extent than the studied and artificial efforts of civilization. Here was the real art of old masters, the other the cheap imitation of the chromo.

It was while he was thus pleasurably engaged that Ko-tan returned. As Tarzan, attracted by the movement of the hangings through which the king entered, turned and faced him he was almost shocked by the remarkable alteration of the king’s appearance. His face was livid; his hands trembled as with palsy, and his eyes were wide as with fright. His appearance was one apparently of a combination of consuming anger and withering fear. Tarzan looked at him questioningly.

“You have had bad news, Ko-tan?” he asked.

The king mumbled an unintelligible reply. Behind there thronged into the apartment so great a number of warriors that they choked the entrance-way. The king looked apprehensively to right and left. He cast terrified glances at the ape-man and then raising his face and turning his eyes upward he cried: “Jad-ben-Otho be my witness that I do not this thing of my own accord.” There was a moment’s silence which was again broken by Ko-tan. “Seize him,” he cried to the warriors about him, “for Lu-don, the high priest, swears that he is an impostor.”

To have offered armed resistance to this great concourse of warriors in the very heart of the palace of their king would have been worse than fatal. Already Tarzan had come far by his wits and now that within a few hours he had had his hopes and his suspicions partially verified by the vague admissions of O-lo-a he was impressed with the necessity of inviting no mortal risk that he could avoid.

“Stop!” he cried, raising his palm against them. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Lu-don claims he has proof that you are not the son of Jad-ben-Otho,” replied Ko-tan. “He demands that you be brought to the throneroom to face your accusers. If you are what you claim to be none knows better than you that you need have no fear in acquiescing to his demands, but remember always that in such matters the high priest commands the king and that I am only the bearer of these commands, not their author.”

Tarzan saw that Ko-tan was not entirely convinced of his duplicity as was evidenced by his palpable design to play safe.

“Let not your warriors seize me,” he said to Ko-tan, “lest Jad-ben-Otho, mistaking their intention, strike them dead.” The effect of his words was immediate upon the men in the front rank of those who faced him, each seeming suddenly to acquire a new modesty that compelled him to self-effacement behind those directly in his rear—a modesty that became rapidly contagious.

The ape-man smiled. “Fear not,” he said, “I will go willingly to the audience chamber to face the blasphemers who accuse me.”

Arrived at the great throneroom a new complication arose. Ko-tan would not acknowledge the right of Lu-don to occupy the apex of the pyramid and Lu-don would not consent to occupying an inferior position while Tarzan, to remain consistent with his high claims, insisted that no one should stand above him, but only to the ape-man was the humor of the situation apparent.

To relieve the situation Ja-don suggested that all three of them occupy the throne, but this suggestion was repudiated by Ko-tan who argued that no mortal other than a king of Pal-ul-don had ever sat upon the high eminence, and that furthermore there was not room for three there.

“But who,” said Tarzan, “is my accuser and who is my judge?”

“Lu-don is your accuser,” explained Ko-tan.

“And Lu-don is your judge,” cried the high priest.

“I am to be judged by him who accuses me then,” said Tarzan. “It were better to dispense then with any formalities and ask Lu-don to sentence me.” His tone was ironical and his sneering face, looking straight into that of the high priest, but caused the latter’s hatred to rise to still greater proportions.

It was evident that Ko-tan and his warriors saw the justice of Tarzan’s implied objection to this unfair method of dispensing justice. “Only Ko-tan can judge in the throneroom of his palace,” said Ja-don, “let him hear Lu-don’s charges and the testimony of his witnesses, and then let Ko-tan’s judgment be final.”

Ko-tan, however, was not particularly enthusiastic over the prospect of sitting in trial upon one who might after all very possibly be the son of his god, and so he temporized, seeking for an avenue of escape. “It is purely a religious matter,” he said, “and it is traditional that the kings of Pal-ul-don interfere not in questions of the church.”

“Then let the trial be held in the temple,” cried one of the chiefs, for the warriors were as anxious as their king to be relieved of all responsibility in the matter. This suggestion was more than satisfactory to the high priest who inwardly condemned himself for not having thought of it before.

“It is true,” he said, “this man’s sin is against the temple. Let him be dragged thither then for trial.”

“The son of Jad-ben-Otho will be dragged nowhere,” cried Tarzan. “But when this trial is over it is possible that the corpse of Lu-don, the high priest, will be dragged from the temple of the god he would desecrate. Think well, then, Lu-don before you commit this folly.”

His words, intended to frighten the high priest from his position failed utterly in consummating their purpose. Lu-don showed no terror at the suggestion the ape-man’s words implied.

“Here is one,” thought Tarzan, “who, knowing more of his religion than any of his fellows, realizes fully the falsity of my claims as he does the falsity of the faith he preaches.”

He realized, however, that his only hope lay in seeming indifference to the charges. Ko-tan and the warriors were still under the spell of their belief in him and upon this fact must he depend in the final act of the drama that Lu-don was staging for his rescue from the jealous priest whom he knew had already passed sentence upon him in his own heart.

With a shrug he descended the steps of the pyramid. “It matters not to Dor-ul-Otho,” he said, “where Lu-don enrages his god, for Jad-ben-Otho can reach as easily into the chambers of the temple as into the throneroom of Ko-tan.”

Immeasurably relieved by this easy solution of their problem the king and the warriors thronged from the throneroom toward the temple grounds, their faith in Tarzan increased by his apparent indifference to the charges against him. Lu-don led them to the largest of the altar courts.

Taking his place behind the western altar he motioned Ko-tan to a place upon the platform at the left hand of the altar and directed Tarzan to a similar place at the right.

As Tarzan ascended the platform his eyes narrowed angrily at the sight which met them. The basin hollowed in the top of the altar was filled with water in which floated the naked corpse of a new-born babe. “What means this?” he cried angrily, turning upon Lu-don.

The latter smiled malevolently. “That you do not know,” he replied, “is but added evidence of the falsity of your claim. He who poses as the son of god did not know that as the last rays of the setting sun flood the eastern altar of the temple the lifeblood of an adult reddens the white stone for the edification of Jad-ben-Otho, and that when the sun rises again from the body of its maker it looks first upon this western altar and rejoices in the death of a new-born babe each day, the ghost of which accompanies it across the heavens by day as the ghost of the adult returns with it to Jad-ben-Otho at night.

“Even the little children of the Ho-don know these things, while he who claims to be the son of Jad-ben-Otho knows them not; and if this proof be not enough, there is more. Come, Waz-don,” he cried, pointing to a tall slave who stood with a group of other blacks and priests on the temple floor at the left of the altar.

The fellow came forward fearfully. “Tell us what you know of this creature,” cried Lu-don, pointing to Tarzan.

“I have seen him before,” said the Waz-don. “I am of the tribe of Kor-ul-lul, and one day recently a party of which I was one encountered a few of the warriors of the Kor-ul-ja upon the ridge which separates our villages. Among the enemy was this strange creature whom they called Tarzan-jad-guru; and terrible indeed was he for he fought with the strength of many men so that it required twenty of us to subdue him. But he did not fight as a god fights, and when a club struck him upon the head he sank unconscious as might an ordinary mortal.

“We carried him with us to our village as a prisoner but he escaped after cutting off the head of the warrior we left to guard him and carrying it down into the gorge and tying it to the branch of a tree upon the opposite side.”

“The word of a slave against that of a god!” cried Ja-don, who had shown previously a friendly interest in the pseudo godling.

“It is only a step in the progress toward truth,” interjected Lu-don. “Possibly the evidence of the only princess of the house of Ko-tan will have greater weight with the great chief from the north, though the father of a son who fled the holy offer of the priesthood may not receive with willing ears any testimony against another blasphemer.”

Ja-don’s hand leaped to his knife, but the warriors next him laid detaining fingers upon his arms. “You are in the temple of Jad-ben-Otho, Ja-don,” they cautioned and the great chief was forced to swallow Lu-don’s affront though it left