As Tarzan battled for his life in the swirling waters of the swollen
river he lost all sense of time; the seemingly interminable struggle
against death might have been enduring without beginning, might endure
without end, in so far as his numbed senses were concerned. His efforts
to delay the apparently inevitable end were now purely mechanical,
instinctive reactions to the threat against self-preservation. The
cold water had sapped the vitality of his mind as well as of his body,
yet, while his heart beat, neither would admit defeat; subconsciously,
without active volition, they sought to preserve him. It was well that
they did.
Turnings in the river cast him occasionally against one shore and then
the other. Always, then, his hands reached up in an attempt to grasp
something that might stay his mad rush toward the falls and death; and
at last success crowned their efforts--his fingers closed upon the stem
of a heavy vine that trailed down the bank into the swirling waters,
closed and held.
Instantly, almost miraculously, new life seemed to be instilled into
the veins of the ape-man by the feel of that stout support in his
grasp. Quickly he seized it with both hands; the river clutched at his
body and tried to drag it onward toward its doom; but the vine held,
and so did Tarzan.
Hand over hand the man dragged himself out of the water and onto the
bank, where he lay for several minutes; then he rose slowly to his
feet, shook himself like some great lion, and looked about him in the
darkness, trying to penetrate the impenetrable night. Faintly, as
through shrubbery, he thought that he saw a light shining dimly in the
distance. Where there was a light, there should be men. Tarzan moved
cautiously forward to investigate.
He knew that he had crossed the river but that he was a long distance
from the point at which he had entered it. He wondered what had become
of Valthor; and determined, after he had investigated the light, to
start up the river in search of him; even though he feared that his
companion had been swept away by the flood, as he had.
But a few steps from the river Tarzan encountered a wall, and when
he was close to the wall he could no longer see the light. Reaching
upward, he discovered that the top of the wall was still above the tips
of his outstretched fingers; but walls which were made to keep one out
also invited one to climb them. The ape-man, filled with the curiosity
of the beast, desired now more than ever to investigate the light he
had seen.
Stepping back a few paces, he ran toward the wall and sprang upward.
His extended fingers gripped the top of the wall and clung there.
Slowly he drew himself up, threw a leg across the capstones, and looked
to see what might be seen upon the opposite side of the wall.
He did not see much; a square of dim light forty or fifty feet away;
that was all, and it did not satisfy his curiosity. Silently he lowered
himself to the ground upon the same side as the light and moved
cautiously forward. Beneath his bare feet he felt stone flagging, and
guessed that he was in a paved courtyard.
He had crossed about half the distance to the light when the retreating
storm flashed a farewell bolt from the distance. This distant lightning
but barely sufficed to momentarily relieve the darkness surrounding the
ape-man, revealing a low building, a lighted window, a deeply recessed
doorway in the shelter of which stood a man. It also revealed Tarzan to
the man in the doorway.
Instantly the silence was shattered by the brazen clatter of a gong.
The door swung open, and men bearing torches rushed out. Tarzan,
impelled by the natural caution of the beast, turned to run; but as he
did so, he saw other open doors upon his flanks; and armed men with
torches were rushing from these as well.
Realizing that flight was useless, Tarzan stood still with folded
arms as the men converged upon him from three directions. Perhaps his
insatiate curiosity prompted him to await quietly the coming of the
men as much as a realization of the futility of flight. Tarzan wanted
to see what the men were like and what they would do. He knew that
he must be in the city of gold, and his imagination was inflamed. If
they threatened him he could still fight; if they imprisoned him, he
could escape; so, at least thought Tarzan, whose self-confidence was in
proportion to his great size and his giant strength.
The torches carried by some of the men showed Tarzan that he was in a
paved, quadrangular courtyard enclosed by buildings upon three sides
and the wall he had scaled upon the fourth. Their light also revealed
the fact that he was being surrounded by some fifty men armed with
spears, the points of which were directed toward him in a menacing
circle.
"Who are you?" demanded one of the men as the cordon drew tightly about
him. The language in which the man spoke was the same as that which
Tarzan had learned from Valthor, the common language of the enemy
cities of Athne and Cathne.
"I am a stranger from a country far to the south," replied the ape-man.
"What are you doing inside the walls of the palace of Nemone?" The
speaker's voice was threatening, his tone accusatory. Tarzan sensed
that the presence of a stranger here was a crime in itself; but this
made the situation all the more interesting; while the name, Nemone,
possessed a quality that fired his interest.
"I was crossing the river far above here when the flood caught me and
swept me down; it was only by chance that I finally made a landing
here."
The man who had been questioning him shrugged. "Well," he admitted, "it
is not for me to question you anyway. Come! You will have a chance to
tell your story to an officer; but he will not believe it either."
As the men conducted Tarzan toward one of the buildings, he thought
that they seemed more curious than hostile. It was evident, however,
that they were only common warriors without responsibility and that he
might find the attitude of the officer class entirely different.
They conducted him into a large, low-ceilinged room which was furnished
with rough benches and tables; upon the walls hung weapons, spears
and swords; and there were shields of elephant hide studded with gold
bosses. But there were other things in this strange room that compelled
the interest of the ape-man far more than did the weapons and the
shields; upon the walls were mounted the heads of animals; there were
the heads of sheep and goats and lions and elephants. Among these,
sinister and forbidding, were the scowling heads of men. The sight of
them reminded Tarzan of the stories Valthor had told him of these men
of Cathne.
Two men guarded Tarzan in one corner of the room, while another was
dispatched to notify a superior of the capture; the remainder loafed
about the room, talking, playing games, cleaning their weapons. The
prisoner took the opportunity to examine his captors.
They were well set up men, many of them not ill-favored, though for the
most part of ignorant and brutal appearance. Their helmets, habergeons,
wristlets, and anklets were of elephant hide heavily embossed with gold
studs. Long hair from the manes of lions fringed the tops of their
anklets and wristlets and was also used for ornamental purposes along
the crests of their helmets and upon some of their shields and weapons.
The elephant hide that composed their habergeons was cut into discs,
and the habergeon fabricated in a manner similar to that one of ivory
which Valthor had worn. In the center of each shield was a heavy boss
of solid gold. Upon the harnesses and weapons of these common soldiers
was a fortune in the precious metal.
While Tarzan, immobile, silent, surveyed the scene with eyes that
seemed scarcely to move yet missed no detail, two warriors entered the
room; and the instant that they crossed the threshold silence fell upon
the men congregated in the chamber; and Tarzan knew by that these were
officers, though their trappings would have been sufficient evidence
of their superior stations in life.
Habergeons and helmets, wristlets and anklets were all of gold and
ivory, as were the hilts and scabbards of their short, dagger-like
swords. The two presented a gorgeous picture against the background
of the grim room and the relatively somber trappings of the common
soldiers.
At a word of command from one of the two, the common warriors fell
back, clearing one end of the room; then the two seated themselves at a
table and ordered Tarzan's guards to bring him forward. As the lord of
the jungle halted before them both men surveyed him critically.
"Why are you in Onthar?" demanded one who was evidently the superior,
since he propounded all the questions during the interview.
Tarzan answered this and other questions as he had answered similar
ones at the time of his capture, but he sensed from the attitudes of
the two officers that neither was impressed with the truth of his
statements. They seemed to have preconceived a conviction concerning
him that nothing which he might say could alter.
"He does not look much like an Athnean," remarked the younger man.
"That proves nothing," snapped the other. "Naked men look like naked
men. He might pass for your own cousin were he garbed as you are
garbed."
"Perhaps you are right, but why is he here? A man does not come alone
from Thenar to raid in Onthar. Unless--" he hesitated; "unless he was
sent to assassinate the Queen!"
"I had thought of that," said the older man. "Because of what happened
to the last Athnean prisoners we took, the Athneans are very angry with
the Queen. Yes, they might easily attempt to assassinate her."
"For what other reason would a stranger enter the palace grounds? He
would know that he must die if he were caught."
"Of course, and this man expected to die; but he intended killing the
Queen first. He was willing to martyr himself for Athne."
Tarzan was almost amused as he contemplated the ease with which these
two convinced themselves that what they wanted to believe true, was
true; but he realized that this form of one-sided trial might prove
disastrous to him if his fate were to be decided by such a tribunal and
so he was prompted to speak.
"I have never been in Athne," he said quietly. "I am from a country
far to the south. An accident brought me here. I am not an enemy.
I have not come to kill your Queen or any other. Until today I did
not know that your city existed." This was a long speech for Tarzan
of the Apes. He was almost positive that it would not influence his
captors, yet there was a chance that they might believe him. He wished
to remain among these people until his curiosity concerning them had
been satisfied, and he felt that he might only do this by winning their
confidence; if they imprisoned him, he would see nothing while he was
in prison; and when he got out of prison, he would see but little more;
as he would then be concerned only with the business of escape.
Men are peculiar, and none knew this better than Tarzan, who, because
he had seen rather less of men than of beasts, had been inclined to
study those whom he had seen. Now he was studying the two men who were
questioning him. The elder he judged to be a man accustomed to the
exercise of great power; cunning, ruthless, cruel. Tarzan did not like
him. His was the instinctive appraisal of the wild beast.
The younger man was of an entirely different mold. He was intelligent
rather than cunning; his countenance bespoke a frank and open nature.
The ape-man judged that he was both honest and courageous. It was
true that he had agreed with all that the elder man had said, almost
in contradiction of his own original statement that Tarzan did not
resemble an Athnean; but in that the ape-man saw confirmation of his
belief in the younger man's intelligence. Only a fool contradicts his
superior for no good purpose.
While he was certain that the younger man had little authority,
compared with that exercised by his superior, yet Tarzan thought
best to address him rather than the other because he thought that he
might win an ally in the younger man and was sure that he could never
influence the elder unless it was very much to the latter's interests
to be influenced. And so, when he spoke again, he spoke to the younger
of the two officers.
"Are these men of Athne like me?" he asked.
For an instant the officer hesitated; then he said, quite frankly, "No;
they are not like you. You are unlike any man that I have seen."
"Are their weapons like my weapons?" continued the ape-man. "There are
mine over in the corner of the room; your men took them away from me.
Look at them."
Even the elder officer seemed interested. "Bring them here," he ordered
one of the warriors.
The man brought them and laid them on the table before the two
officers; the spear, the bow, the quiver of arrows, the grass rope,
and the knife. The two men picked them up one by one and examined them
carefully. Both seemed interested.
"Are they like the weapons of the Athneans?" demanded Tarzan. Of course
he knew that they were not, but he thought it best not to acquaint
these men with the fact that he had been consorting with one of their
enemies.
"They are nothing like them," admitted the younger man. "What do
you suppose this thing is for, Tomos?" he asked his companion as he
examined Tarzan's bow.
"It may be a snare of some sort," replied Tomos; "probably for small
animals--it would be useless against anything large."
"Let me take it," suggested Tarzan, "and I will show you how it is
used."
The younger man handed the bow to the ape-man.
"Be careful, Gemnon," cautioned Tomos; "this may be a trick, a
subterfuge by which he hopes to get possession of a weapon with which
to kill us."
"He cannot kill us with that thing," replied Gemnon. "Let's see how he
uses it. Go ahead--Let's see, what did you say your name is?"
"Tarzan," replied the lord of the jungle, "Tarzan of the Apes."
"Well, go ahead, Tarzan; but see that you don't attempt to attack any
of us."
Tarzan stepped to the table and took an arrow from his quiver; then he
glanced about the room. On the wall at the far end a lion's head with
open mouth hung near the ceiling. With what appeared but a single swift
motion he fitted the arrow to the bow, drew the feathered shaft to his
shoulder, and released it.
Every eye in the room had been upon him, for the common warriors had
been interested spectators of what had been transpiring; every eye
saw the shaft quivering now where it protruded from the center of the
lion's mouth; and an involuntary exclamation broke from every throat,
an exclamation in which were mingled surprise and applause.
"Take the thing away from him, Gemnon," snapped Tomos, "It is not a
safe weapon in the hands of an enemy."
Tarzan tossed the bow to the table. "Do the Athneans use this weapon?"
he asked.
Gemnon shook his head, "We know no men who use such a weapon," he
replied.
"Then you must know that I am no Athnean," stated Tarzan, looking
squarely at Tomos.
"It makes no difference where you are from," snapped Tomos; "you are an
enemy."
The ape-man shrugged but remained silent. He had accomplished all that
he had hoped for. He was sure that he had convinced them both that he
was not an Athnean and had aroused the interest of the younger man,
Gemnon. Something might come of this; though just what, he did not know
himself.
Gemnon had leaned close to Tomos and was whispering in the latter's
ear, evidently urging some action upon him. Tarzan could not hear what
he was saying. The elder man listened impatiently; it was clear that he
was not in accord with the suggestions of his junior.
"No," he said when the other had finished. "I will not permit anything
of the sort. The life of the Queen is too sacred to risk by permitting
this fellow any freedom. We shall lock him up for the night, and
tomorrow decide what shall be done with him." He turned to a warrior
who seemed to be an under-officer. "Take this fellow to the strong
house," he said, "and see that he does not escape." Then he rose and
strode from the room, followed by his younger companion.
When they had gone, the man in whose charge Tarzan had been left picked
up the bow and examined it. "What do you call this thing?" he demanded.
"A bow," replied the ape-man.
"And these?"
"Arrows."
"Will they kill a man?"
"With them I have killed men and lions and buffaloes and elephants,"
replied Tarzan. "Would you like to learn how to use them?" Perhaps,
he thought, a little kindly feeling in the guardroom might be helpful
to him later on. Just at present he was not thinking of escape; these
people and the city of gold were far too interesting to leave until he
had seen more of them.
The man fingering the bow hesitated. Tarzan guessed that he wished to
try his hand with the weapon but feared to delay carrying out the order
of his officer.
"It will take but a moment," suggested Tarzan. "See, let me show you."
Half reluctantly the man handed him the bow and Tarzan selected another
arrow.
"Hold them like this," he directed and placed the bow and arrow
correctly in the other's hands. "Tell your men to stand aside; you may
not shoot accurately at first. Aim at the lion's head, as I did. Now
draw the bowstring back as far as you can."
The man, of stocky, powerful build, tugged at the bowstring; but the
bow that Tarzan bent so easily he could scarcely bend at all. When he
released the arrow it flew but a few feet and dropped to the floor.
"What's wrong?" he demanded.
"It requires practice," the ape-man told him.
"There is a trick to it," insisted the under-officer. "Let me see you
do it again."
The other warriors, watching with manifest interest, whispered among
themselves or commented openly. "It takes a strong man to bend that
stick," said one.
"Althides is a strong man," retorted another.
"But he is not strong enough."
Althides, the under-officer, watched intently while Tarzan strung the
bow again and bent it; he saw how easily the stranger flexed the heavy
wood, and he marvelled. The other men looked on in open admiration, and
this time a shout of approval arose as Tarzan's second arrow crowded
the first in the mouth of the lion. When the symbols of high authority
are absent men can be human.
Althides scratched his head. "I shall have to lock you up now," he
said, "or old Tomos will have my head on the wall of his palace; but I
shall practice with this strange weapon until I learn to use it. Are
you sure that there is no trick in bending that thing you call a bow?"
"There is no trick to it," Tarzan assured him. "Make yourself a lighter
bow and you will find it easier, or bring me the material and I will
make one for you."
"That I will do," exclaimed Althides. "Come now and be locked up."
A guard accompanied Tarzan across the courtyard to another building
where he was placed in a room which, in the light of the torches borne
by his escort, he saw had another occupant; then they left him locking
the heavy door behind them; and Tarzan heard their footsteps dying away
across the courtyard as they took themselves and their torches off,
leaving him in darkness.
He could not see his companion, but he could hear his breathing. He
wondered with whom fate had cast him in this remote dungeon of the city
of gold.