Chapter Thirteen

AS TALASKAR was preparing their breakfast the following morning

Komodoflorensal remarked to Tarzan that he wished they two could be

employed upon the same work, that they might be always together.

"If there is ever the chance for escape that you seem to think will some

day present itself," he said, "then it will be well if we are together."

"When we go," replied Tarzan, "we must take Talaskar with us."

Komodoflorensal shot a swift glance at the ape-man, but made no comment

upon his suggestion.

"You would take me with you!" exclaimed Talaskar. "Ah, if such a dream

could but be realized! I would go with you to Trohanadalmakus and be your

slave, for I know that you would not harm me; but, alas, it can be

nothing more than a pleasant daydream, enduring for a brief time, for

Kalfastoban has spoken for me and doubtless my master will be glad to

sell me to him, for I have heard it said among the slaves that he sells

many of his each year to raise the money to pay his taxes."

"We will do what we can, Talaskar," said Tarzan, "and if Aoponato and I

find a means of escape we will take you with us; but first he and I must

find a way to be together more."

"I have a plan," said Komodoflorensal, "that might prove successful. They

believe that you neither speak nor understand our language. To work a

slave with whom they cannot communicate is, to say the least, annoying. I

shall tell them that I can communicate with you, when it is quite

probable that they will assign us to the same crew."

"But how will you communicate with me without using the Minunian

language?" demanded the ape-man.

"Leave that to me," replied Komodoflorensal. "Until they discover in some

other way that you speak Minunian I can continue to deceive them."

It was not long before the fruits of Komodoflorensal's plan ripened. The

guards had come for the slaves and the various parties had gone forth

from the sleeping chamber, joining in the corridors without the thousands

of others wending their way to the scene of their daily labor. The

ape-man joined the timbering crew at the extension of the thirteenth

tunnel at the thirty-sixth level where he once more attacked the

monotonous work of shoring the sides and roof of the shaft with an

enthusiasm that elicited commendation from even the surly Kalfastoban,

though Caraftap, who was removing rocks just ahead of Tarzan, often shot

venomous looks at the ape-man.

The work had been progressing for perhaps two or three hours when two

warriors descended the tunnel and halted beside Kalfastoban. They were

escorting a green-tunicked slave, to whom Tarzan paid no more attention

than he did to the warriors until a scrap of the conversation between the

warriors and Kalfastoban reached his ears, then he shot a quick glance in

the direction of the four and saw that the slave was Komodoflorensal,

Prince of Trohanadalmakus, known in the quarries of Vetlopismakus as

Slave Aoponato, or 8003+19, which is written in Minunian hieroglyphics.

Tarzan's number Aopontando, 8003+21, appeared thus, upon the shoulder of

his green tunic.

Although the Minunian form occupies less space than would our English

equivalent of Tarzan's number, which is 512,000,021, it would be more

difficult to read if expressed in English words, for it then would be,

ten times ten times eight, cubed, plus seven times three; but the

Minunians translate it in no such way. To them it is a whole number,

Aopontando, which represents at first glance a single quantity as surely

as do the digits 37 represent to our minds an invariable amount, a

certain, definite measure of quantity which we never think of as three

times ten plus seven, which, in reality, it is. The Minunian system of

numerals, while unthinkably cumbersome and awkward from the European

point of view, is, however, not without its merits.

As Tarzan looked up Komodoflorensal caught his eye and winked and then

Kalfastoban beckoned to the ape-man, who crossed the corridor and stood

in silence before the Vental.

"Let us hear you talk to him," cried Kalfastoban to Komodoflorensal. "I

don't believe that he will understand you. How could he when he cannot

understand us?" The fellow could not conceive of another language than

his own.

"I will ask him in his own language," said Komodoflorensal, "if he

understands me, and you will see that he nods his head affirmatively."

"Very good," cried Kalfastoban; "ask him."

Komodoflorensal turned toward Tarzan and voiced a dozen syllables of

incomprehensible gibberish and when he was done the ape-man nodded his

head.

"You see," demanded Komodoflorensal.

Kalfastoban scratched his head. "It is even as he says," he admitted,

ruefully, "the Zertalacolol has a language."

Tarzan did not smile, though he should have liked to, at the clever

manner in which Komodoflorensal had deceived the Veltopismakusians into

believing that he had communicated with Tarzan in a strange language. As

long as he could contrive to put all his communications into questions

that could be answered by yes or no, the deception would be easily

maintained; but under circumstances that made this impossible some

embarrassments might be expected to arise, and he wondered how the

resourceful Trohanadalmakusian would handle these.

"Tell him," said one of the warriors to Komodoflorensal, "that his

master, Zoanthrohago, has sent for him, and ask him if he fully

understands that he is a slave and that upon his good behavior depends

his comfort; yes, even his life, for Zoanthrohago has the power of life

and death over him; as much so as have the royal family. If he comes

docilely to his master and is obedient he will not fare ill, but if he be

lazy, impudent, or threatening he may expect to taste the point of a

freeman's sword."

Komodoflorensal strung out, this time, a much longer series of senseless

syllables, until he could scarce compose his features to comport with the

seriousness of his mien.

"Tell them," said Tarzan, in English, which, of course, not one of them

understood, "that at the first opportunity I shall break the neck of my

master; that it would require but little incentive to cause me to seize

one of these timbers and crack the skull of Kalfastoban and the rest of

the warriors about us; and I shall run away at the first opportunity and

take you and Talaskar with me."

Komodoflorensal listened intently until Tarzan had ceased speaking and

then turned to the two warriors who bad come with him to find the

ape-man.

"Zuanthrol says that he fully understands his position and that he is

glad to serve the noble and illustrious Zoanthrohago, from whom he claims

but a single boon," translated the Trohanadalmakusian prince, rather

freely.

"And what boon is that?" demanded one of the warriors.

"That I be permitted to accompany him that he may thus better fulfill the

wishes of his master, since without me he could not even know what was

desired of him," explained Aoponato.

Tarzan understood now how Komodoflorensal would surmount whatever

difficulties of communication might arise and he felt that he would be

safe in the hands of his quick-witted friend for as long a time as he

cared to pretend ignorance of the Minunian tongue.

"The thought was even in our minds, slave, when we heard that you could

communicate with this fellow," said the warrior to whom Komodoflorensal

had addressed the suggestion. "You shall both be taken to Zoanthrohago,

who will doubtless decide his wishes without consulting you or any other

slave. Comet Kalfastoban Vental, we assume responsibility for the Slave

Zuanthrol," and they handed the Vental a slip of paper upon which they

had marked some curious hieroglyphics.

Then, with swords drawn, they motioned Komodoflorensal and Tarzan to

precede them along the corridor, for the story of Tarzan’s handling of

Caraftap had reached even to the guard room of the quarry, and these

warriors were taking no chances.

The way led through a straight corridor and up a winding spiral runway to

the surface, where Tarzan greeted the sunlight and the fresh air almost

with a sob of gratitude, for to be shut away from them for even a brief

day was to the ape-man cruel punishment, indeed. Here he saw again the

vast, endless multitude of slaves bearing their heavy burdens to and fro,

the trim warriors who paced haughtily upon either flank of the long lines

of toiling serfs, the richly trapped nobles of the higher castes and the

innumerable white-tunicked slaves who darted hither and thither upon the

errands of their masters, or upon their own business or pleasure, for

many of these had a certain freedom and independence that gave them

almost the standing of freemen. Always were these slaves of the white

tunic owned by a master, but, especially in the case of skilled artisans,

about the only allegiance they owed to this master was to pay to him a

certain percentage of their incomes. They constituted the bourgeoisie of

Minuni and also the higher caste serving class. Unlike the green-tunicked

slaves, no guard was placed over them to prevent their escape, since

there was no danger that they would attempt to escape, there being no

city in Minuni where their estate would be improved, for any other city

than that of their birth would treat them as alien prisoners, reducing

them immediately to the green tunic and lifelong hard labor.

The domes of Veltopismakus were as imposing as those of Trohanadalmakus.

In fact, to Tarzan, they appeared infinitely larger since he now was

one-fourth the size he had been when he had left Trohanadalmakus. There

were eight of them fully occupied and another in course of construction,

for the surface population of Veltopismakus was already four hundred and

eighty thousand souls, and as overcrowding was not permitted in the

king's dome the remaining seven were packed densely with humanity.

It was to the Royal Dome that Tarzan and Komodoflorensal were conducted,

but they did not enter by way of the King's Corridor, before the gates of

which fluttered the white and gold of the royal standards. Instead they

were escorted to the Warriors’ Corridor, which opens toward the west.

Unlike the city of Trohanadalmakus, Veltopismakus was beautiful in the

areas between the domes with flowers and shrubbery and trees, among which

wound graveled walks and broad roadways. The Royal Dome faced upon a

large parade ground where a body of mounted warriors was at drill. There were a

thousand of them, forming an amak, consisting of four novands of two

hundred fifty men each, the larger body being commanded by a kamak and

the smaller by a novand. Five entex of fifty men each compose a novand,

there being five entals of ten men each to an entex; these latter units

commanded by a Vental and a Ventex, respectively. The evolutions of the

amak were performed with kaleidoscopic rapidity, so quick upon their feet

and so well trained were the tiny diadets. There was one evolution in

particular, performed while he was passing, that greatly interested the

ape-man. Two novands formed line at one end of the parade and two at the

other and at the command of the kamak the thousand men charged swiftly

down the field in two solid ranks that approached one another with the

speed of an express train. Just when it seemed impossible that a serious

accident could be averted, when it seemed that in another instant diadets

and riders must crash together in a bloody jumble of broken bones, the

warriors rushing so swiftly toward the east raised their agile mounts,

which fairly flew above the heads of the opposing force and alighting

upon the other side in an unbroken line continued to the far end of the

field.

Tarzan was commenting on this maneuver and upon the beauties of the

landscaping of the city of Veltopismakus to Komodoflorensal as they

proceeded along the Warriors’ Corridor, sufficiently ahead of their

escort that Tarzan might speak in a low tone without the guard being

cognizant of the fact that he was using the language of Minuni.

"It is a beautiful evolution," replied Komodoflorensal, "and it was

performed with a precision seldom attained. I have heard that

Elkomoelhago's troops are famous for the perfection of their drill, and

as justly so as is Veltopismakus for the beauty of her walks and gardens;

but, my friend, these very things constitute the weakness of the city.

While Elkomoelhago's warriors are practicing to perfect their appearance

upon parade, the warriors of my father, Adendrohahkis, are far afield,

out of sight of admiring women and spying slaves, practicing the art of

war under the rough conditions of the field and camp. The amaks of

Elkomoelhago might easily defeat those of Adendrohahkis in a contest for

the most beautiful; but it was not long since you saw less than fifteen

thousand Trohanadalmakusians repulse fully thirty thousand warriors of

Veltopismakus, for they never passed the infantry line that day. Yet,

they can drill beautifully upon parade and they are courageous, all

Minunians are that, but they have not been trained in the sterner arts of

war--it is not the way of Elkomoelhago. He is soft and effeminate. He

cares not for war. He listens to the advice he likes best--the advice of

the weaklings and the women who urge him to refrain from war entirely,

which would be not altogether bad if he could persuade the other fellow

to refrain, also.

"The beautiful trees and shrubs that almost make a forest of

Veltopismakus, and which you so admire! I, too, admire them--especially do

I admire them in the city of an enemy. How easy it would be for a

Trohanadalmakusian army to creep through the night, hidden by the

beautiful trees and shrubs, to the very gateways of the domes of

Veltopismakus! Do you understand now, my friend, why you saw less-perfect

maneuvers upon the parade grounds of my city than you have seen here, and

why, though we love trees and shrubbery, we have none planted within the

city of Trohanadalmakus?"

One of the guards who had approached him quickly from the rear touched

Komodoflorensal upon the shoulder. "You said that Zuanthrol does not

understand our language. Why then do you speak to him in this tongue

which he cannot understand," the fellow demanded.

Komodoflorensal did not know how much the warrior had overheard. If he

had heard Tarzan speak in Minuni it might be difficult to persuade the

fellow that The Giant did not understand the language; but he must act on

the assumption that he, alone, had been overheard.

"He wishes to learn it and I am trying to teach him," replied

Komodoflorensal quickly.

"Has he learned anything of it?" asked the warrior.

"No," said Komodoflorensal, "he is very stupid."

And after this they went in silence, winding up long, gentle inclines, or

again scaling the primitive ladders that the Minunians use to reach the

upper levels of their dome-houses between the occasional levels that are

not connected by the inclined runways, which are thus frequently broken

for purposes of defense, the ladders being easily withdrawn upward behind

hard-pressed defenders and the advance of the enemy thus more easily

checked.

The Royal Dome of Elkomoelhago was of vast proportions, its summit rising

to an equivalent of over four hundred feet, had it been built upon a

scale corresponding to the relatively larger size of ordinary mankind.

Tarzan ascended until he was almost as far above ground as he had been

below ground in the quarry. Where the corridors on lower levels had been

crowded with humanity, those which they now traversed were almost devoid

of life. Occasionally they passed a tenanted chamber, but far more

generally the rooms were utilized for storage purposes, especially for

food, great quantities of which, cured, dried neatly wrapped, was packed

ceiling-high in many large chambers.

The decorations of the walls were less ornate and the corridors narrower,

on the whole, than those at lower levels. However, they passed through

many large chambers, or halls, which were gorgeously decorated, and in

several of which were many people of both sexes and all ages variously

occupied, either with domestic activities or with the handiwork of one

art or another.

Here was a man working in silver, perhaps fashioning a bracelet of

delicate filigree, or another carving beautiful arabesques upon leather.

There were makers of pottery, weavers of cloth, metal-stampers, painters,

makers of candles, and these appeared to predominate, for the candle was

in truth life to these people.

And then, at last, they reached the highest level, far above the ground,

where the rooms were much closer to daylight because of the diminished

thickness of the walls near the summit of the dome, but even here were

the ever-present candles. Suddenly the walls of the corridor became

gorgeously decorated, the number of candles increased, and Tarzan sensed

that they were approaching the quarters of a rich or powerful noble. They

halted, now, before a doorway where stood a sentinel, with whom one of

the warriors conducting them communicated.

"Tell Zoanthrohago Zertol that we have brought Zuanthrol and another

slave who can communicate with him in a strange tongue."

The sentinel struck a heavy gong with his lance and presently, from the

interior of the chamber, a man appeared to whom the sentinel repeated the

warrior's message.

"Let them enter," said the newcomer, who was a white-tunicked slave; "my

glorious master, Zoanthrohago Zertol, expects his slave Zuanthrol. Follow

me!"

They followed him through several chambers until at last he led them into

the presence of a gorgeously garbed warrior who was seated behind a large

table, or desk, upon which were numerous strange instruments, large,

cumbersome looking volumes, pads of heavy Minunian writing paper and the

necessary implements for writing. The man looked up as they entered the

room.

"It is your slave, Zuanthrol Zertol," announced the fellow who had led

them hither.

"But the other?" Prince Zoanthrohago pointed at Komodoflorensal.

"He speaks the strange language that Zuanthrol speaks, and he was brought

along that you might communicate with Zuanthrol if you so wished."

Zoanthrohago nodded.

He turned to Komodoflorensal. "Ask him," he ordered, "if he feels any

differently since I reduced his size."

When the question was put to Tarzan by Komodoflorensal in the imaginary

language with which they were supposed to communicate the ape-man shook

his head, at the same time speaking a few words in English.

"He says no, illustrious prince," translated Komodoflorensal out of his

imagination, "and he asks when you will restore him to his normal size

and permit him to return to his own country, which is far from Minuni."

"As a Minunian he should know," replied the Zertol, "that he never will

be permitted to return to his own country--Trohandadalmakus never will

see him again."

"But he is not of Trohanadalmakus, nor is he a Minunian," explained

Komodoflorensal. "He came to us and we did not make a slave of him, but

treated him as a friend, because he is from a far country with which we

have never made war."

"What country is that?" demanded Zoanthrohago.

"That we do not know, but he says that there is a great country beyond

the thorns where dwell many millions as large as was he. He says that his

people would not be unfriendly to ours and for this reason we should not

enslave him, but treat him as a guest."

Zoanthrohago smiled. "If you believe this you must be a simple fellow,

Trohanadalmakusian," he said. "We all know that there is naught beyond

Minuni but impenetrable forests of thorn to the very uttermost wall of

the blue dome within which we all dwell. I can well believe that the

fellow is no Trohanadalmakusian, but he most certainly is a Minunian,

since all creatures of whatever kind dwell in Minuni. Doubtless he is a

strange form of Zertalacolol, a member of a tribe inhabiting some remote

mountain fastness, which we have never previously discovered; but be that

as it may, he will never--"

At this juncture the prince was interrupted by the clanging of the great

gong at the outer entrance to his apartments. He paused to count the

strokes and when they reached five and ceased he turned to the warriors

who had conducted Tarzan and Komodoflorensal to his presence.

"Take the slaves into that chamber," he instructed, pointing to a doorway

in the rear of the apartment in which he had received them. "When the

king has gone I will send for them."

As they were crossing toward the doorway Zoanthrohago had indicated a

warrior halted in the main entrance to the chamber. "Elkomoelhago," he

announced, "Thagosto of Veltopismakus, Ruler of All Men, Master of

Created Things, All-Wise, All-Courageous, All-Glorious! Down before the

thagosto!"

Tarzan glanced back as he was quitting the chamber to see Zoanthrohago

and the others in the room kneel and lean far back with arms raised high

above their heads as Elkomoelhago entered with a guard of a dozen

gorgeous warriors, and he could not but compare this ruler with the

simple and dignified soldier who ruled Trohanadalmakus and who went about

his city without show or pomp, and oftentimes with no other escort than a

single slave; a ruler to whom no man bent his knee, yet to whom was

accorded the maximum of veneration and respect.

And Elkomoelhago had seen the slaves and the warriors leave the chamber

as he had entered it. He acknowledged the salutes of Zoanthrohago and his

people with a curt wave of the hand and commanded them to arise.

"Who quitted the apartment as I entered?" he demanded, looking

suspiciously at Zoanthrohago.

"The slave Zuanthrol and another who interprets his strange language for

me," explained the Zertol.

"Have them back," commanded the thagosto; "I would speak with you

concerning Zuanthrol."

Zoanthrohago instructed one of his slaves to fetch them and, in the few

moments that it required, Elkomoelhago took a chair behind the desk at

which his host had been sitting. When Tarzan and Komodoflorensal entered

the chamber the guard who accompanied them brought them to within a few

paces of the desk behind which the king sat, and here he bade them kneel

and make their obeisance to the thagosto.

Familiar since childhood, was every tradition of slavery to

Komodoflorensal the Trohanadamakusian. Almost in a spirit of fatalism had

he accepted the conditions of this servitude that the fortunes of war had

thrust him into and so it was that, without question or hesitation, he

dropped to one knee in servile salute to this alien king; but not so

Tarzan of the Apes. He was thinking of Adendrohahkis. He had bent no knee

to him and he did not propose to do greater honor to Elkomoelhago, whose

very courtiers and slaves despised him, than he had done to the really

great king of Veltopismakus.

Elkomoelhago glared at him. "The fellow is not kneeling," he whispered to

Zoanthrohago, who had been leaning back so far that he had not noticed

the new slave's act of disrespect.

The Zertol glanced toward Tarzan. "Down, fellow!" he cried, and then

recalling that he understood no Minunian, he landed Komodoflorensal to

order him to kneel, but when the Trohanadalmakusian Zertolosto pretended

to do so Tarzan but shook his head.

Elkomoelhago signaled the others to rise. "We will let it pass this

time," he said, for something in the attitude of the slave told him that

Zuanthrol never would kneel to him and as he was valuable because of the

experiment of which he was the subject, the king preferred to swallow his

pride rather than risk having the slave killed in an effort to compel him

to kneel. "He is but an ignorant Zertalacolol. See that he is properly

instructed before we see him again."