Chapter Twenty

As Tarzan and Komodoflorensal realized that Talaskar and Janzara lay

exposed to the savage assault of the hungry beasts they both sprang

quickly toward the two girls. As had been the case when Komodoflorensal

had shot into the pit, the cats were startled by the sudden appearance of

these two new humans, and in the first instant of their surprise had

leaped again to the far end of the chamber.

Janzara had lost her dagger as the two girls had fallen into the shaft

and now Talaskar saw it lying on the floor beside her. Releasing her hold

upon the princess she seized the weapon and leaped to her feet. Already

Tarzan and Komodoflorensal were at her side and the cats were returning

to the attack.

Janzara arose slowly and half-bewildered. She looked about, terror

disfiguring her marvelous beauty, and as she did so the man in the

adjoining chamber saw her.

"Janzara!" he cried. "My Princess, I come!" and seizing the bench upon

which he had been sitting, and the only thing within the chamber that

might be converted into a weapon, he swung wide the gate and leaped into

the chamber where the four were now facing the thoroughly infuriated

beasts.

Both animals, bleeding from many wounds, were mad with pain, rage and

hunger. Screaming and growling they threw themselves upon the swords of

the two men, who had pushed the girls behind them and were backing slowly

toward the gate, and then the man with the bench joined Tarzan and

Komodoflorensal and the three fought back the charges of the infuriated

carnivores.

The bench proved fully as good a weapon of defense as the swords and so

together the five drew slowly back, until, quite suddenly and without the

slightest warning both cats leaped quickly to one side and darted behind

the party as though sensing that the women would prove easier prey. One

of them came near to closing upon Janzara had not the man with the bench,

imbued apparently with demoniacal fury, leaped upon it with his strange

weapon and beaten it back so desperately that it was forced to abandon

the princess.

Even then the man did not cease to follow it but, brandishing the bench,

pursued it and its fellow with such terrifying cries and prodigious blows

that, to escape him, both cats suddenly dodged into the chamber that the

man had occupied, and before they could return to the attack he with the

bench had slammed the gate and fastened them upon its opposite side. Then

he wheeled and faced the four.

"Zoanthrohago!" cried the princess.

"Your slave!" replied the noble, dropping to one knee and leaning far

back, with outstretched arms.

"You have saved my life, Zoanthrohago," said Janzara, "and after all the

indignities that I have heaped upon you! How can I reward you?"

"I love you, Princess, as you have long known," replied the man; "but now

it is too late, for tomorrow I die by the king’s will. Elkomoelhago has

spoken, and, even though you be his daughter, I do not hesitate to say

his very ignorance prevents him ever changing a decision once reached."

"I know," said Janzara. "He is my sire but I love him not. He killed my

mother in a fit of unreasoning jealousy. He is a fool--the fool of fools."

Suddenly she turned upon the others. "These slaves would escape,

Zoanthrohago," she cried. "With my aid they might accomplish it. With

their company we might succeed in escaping, too, and in finding an asylum

in their own land."

"If any one of them is of sufficient power in his native city," replied

Zoanthrohago.

"This one," said Tarzan, seeing a miraculous opportunity for freedom, "is

the son of Adendrohahkis, King of  Trohanadalmakus--the oldest son, and

Zertolosto."

Janzara looked at Tarzan a moment after he had done speaking. "I was

wicked, Zuanthrol," she said; "but I thought that I wanted you and being

the daughter of a king I have seldom been denied aught that I craved,"

and then to Talaskar: "Take your man, my girl, and may you be happy with

him," and she pushed Talaskar gently toward the ape-man; but Talaskar

drew back.

"You are mistaken, Janzara," she said, "I do not love Zuanthrol, nor does

he love me."

Komodoflorensal looked quickly at Tarzan as though expecting that he would

quickly deny the truth of Talaskar's statement, but the ape-man only nodded

his head in assent.

"Do you mean," demanded Komodoflorensal, "that you do not love Talaskar?"

and he looked straight into the eyes of his friend.

"On the contrary, I love her very much," replied Tarzan; "but not in the

way that you have believed, or should I say feared? I love her because

she is a good girl and a kind girl and a loyal friend, and also because

she was in trouble and needed the love and protection which you and I

alone could give her; but as a man loves his mate, I do not love her, for

I have a mate of my own in my country beyond the thorns."

Komodoflorensal said no more, but he thought a great deal. He thought of

what it would mean to return to his own city where he was the Zertolosto,

and where, by all the customs of ages, he would be supposed to marry a

princess from another city. But he did not want a princess--he wanted

Talaskar, the little slave girl of Veltopismakus, who scarcely knew her

own mother and most probably had never heard that of her father, if her

mother knew it.

He wanted Talaskar, but he could only have her in Trohandalmakus as a

slave. His love for her was real and so he would not insult her by

thinking such a thing as that. If he could not make her his princess he

would not have her at all, and so Komodoflorensal, the son of

Adendrohahkis, was sad.

But he had none too much time to dwell upon his sorrow now, for the

others were planning the best means for escape.

"The keepers come down to feed the cats upon this side," said

Zoanthrohago, indicating a small door in the wall of the pit opposite

that which led into the chamber in which he had been incarcerated.

"Doubtless it is not locked, either," said Janzara, "for a prisoner could

not reach it without crossing through this chamber where the cats were

kept."

"We will see," said Tarzan, and crossed to the door.

A moment sufficed to force it open, revealing a narrow corridor beyond.

One after another the five crawled through the small aperture and

following the corridor ascended an acclivity, lighting their way with

candles taken from the den of the carnivores. At the top a door opened

into a wide corridor, a short distance down which stood a warrior,

evidently on guard before a door.

Janzara looked through the tiny crack that Tarzan had opened the door and

saw the corridor and the man. "Good!" she exclaimed. "It is my own

corridor and the warrior is on guard before my door. I know him well.

Through me he has escaped payment of his taxes for the past thirty moons.

He would die for me. Come! We have nothing to fear," and stepping boldly

into the corridor she approached the sentry, the others following behind

her.

Until he recognized her there was danger that the fellow would raise an

alarm, but the moment he saw who it was he was as wax in her hands.

"You are blind," she told him.

"If the Princess Janzara wishes it," he replied.

She told him what she wished--five diadets and some heavy, warriors'

wraps. He eyed those who were with her, and evidently recognized

Zoanthrohago and guessed who the two other men were.

"Not only shall I be blind for my princess," he said; "but tomorrow I

shall be dead for her."

"Fetch six diadets, then," said the princess.

Then she turned to Komodoflorensal "You are Prince Royal of

Trohanadalmakus?" she asked.

"I am," he replied.

"And if we show you the way to liberty you will not enslave us?"

"I shall take you to the city as my own slaves and then liberate you," he

replied.

"It is something that has seldom if ever been done," she mused; "not in

the memory of living man in Veltopismakus. I wonder if your sire will

permit it."

"The thing is not without precedent," replied Komodoflorensal "It has

been done but rarely, yet it has been done. I think you may feel assured

of a friendly welcome at the court of Adendrohahkis, where the wisdom of

Zoanthrohago will not go unappreciated or unrewarded."

It was a long time before the warrior returned with the diadets. His face

was covered with perspiration and his hands with blood.

"I had to fight for them," he said, "and we shall have to fight to use

them if we do not hurry. Here, Prince, I brought you weapons," and he

handed a sword and dagger to Zoanthrohago.

They mounted quickly. It was Tarzan's first experience upon one of the

wiry, active, little mounts of the Minunians; but he found the saddle

well designed and the diadet easily controlled.

"They will be following me from the King's Corridor," explained Oratharc,

the warrior who had fetched the diadets. "It would be best, then, to

leave by one of the others."

"Trohanadalmakus is east of Veltopismakus," said Zoanthrohago, "and if we

leave by the Women's Corridor with two slaves from Trohanadalmakus they

will assume that we are going there; but if we leave by another corridor

they will not be sure and if they lose even a little time in starting the

pursuit it will give us just that much of an advantage. If we go straight

toward Trohanadalmakus we shall almost certainly be overtaken as the

swiftest of diadets will be used in our pursuit. Our only hope lies in

deceiving them as to our route or destination, and to accomplish this I

believe that we should leave either by the Warriors' Corridor or the

Slaves' Corridor, cross the hills north of the city, circle far out to

the north and east, not turning south until we are well past

Trohanadalmakus. In this way we can approach that city from the east

while our pursuers are patrolling the country west of Trohanadalmakus to

Veltopismakus."

"Let us leave by the Warriors' Corridor then," suggested Janzara.

"The trees and shrubbery will conceal us while we pass around to the

north of the city," said Komodoflorensal.

"We should leave at once," urged Oratharc.

"Go first then, with the princess," said Zoanthrohago, "for there is a

possibility that the guard at the entrance will let her pass with her

party. We will muffle ourselves well with our warriors' cloaks. Come,

lead the way!"

With Janzara and Oratharc ahead and the others following closely they

moved at a steady trot along the circular corridor toward the Warriors'

Corridor, and it was not until they had turned into the latter that any

sign of pursuit developed. Even then, though they heard the voices of men

behind them, they hesitated to break into a faster gait lest they arouse

the suspicions of the warriors in the guard room which they must pass

near the mouth of the corridor.

Never had the Warriors' Corridor seemed so long to any of the

Veltopismakusians in the party as it did this night; never had they so

wished to race their diadets as now; but they held their mounts to an

even pace that would never have suggested to the most suspicious that

here were six people seeking escape, most of them from death.

They had come almost to the exit when they were aware that the pursuit

had turned into the Warriors' Corridor behind them and that their

pursuers were advancing at a rapid gait.

Janzara and Oratharc drew up beside the sentry at the mouth of the

corridor as he stepped out to bar their progress.

"The Princess Janzara!" announced Oratharc. "Aside for the Princess

Janzara!"

The princess threw back the hood of the warrior's cloak she wore,

revealing her features, well known to every warrior in the Royal Dome--and

well feared. The fellow hesitated.

"Aside, man!" cried the princess, "or I ride you down."

A great shout arose behind them. Warriors on swiftly galloping diadets

leaped along the corridor toward them. The warriors were shouting

something, the sense of which was hidden by the noise; but the sentry was

suspicious.

"Wait until I call the novand of the guard, Princess," he cried.

"Something is amiss and I dare let no one pass without authority; but

wait! Here he is," and the party turned in their saddles to see a novand

emerging from the door of the guard room, followed by a number of

warriors.

"Ride!" cried Janzara and spurred her diadet straight for the single

sentry in their path.

The others lifted their mounts quickly in pursuit. The sentry went down,

striking valiantly with his rapier at the legs and bellies of flying

diadets. The novand and his men rushed from the guard room just in time

to collide with the pursuers, who they immediately assumed were belated

members of the fleeing party. The brief minutes that these fought, before

explanations could be made and understood, gave the fugitives time to

pass among the trees to the west side of the city, and, turning north,

make for the hills that were dimly visible in the light of a clear, but

moonless night.

Oratharc, who said that he knew the hill trails perfectly, led the way,

the others following as closely as they could; Komodoflorensal and Tarzan

bringing up the rear. Thus they moved on in silence through the night,

winding along precipitous mountain trails, leaping now and again from

rock to rock where the trail itself had been able to find no footing;

sliding into dank ravines, clambering through heavy brush and timber

along tunnel-like trails that followed their windings, or crept up their

opposite sides to narrow ridge or broad plateau; and all night long no

sign of pursuit developed.

Came the morning at last and with it, from the summit of a lofty ridge, a

panorama of broad plain stretching to the north, of distant hills, of

forests and of streams. They decided then to descend to one of the

numerous park-like glades that they could see nestling in the hills below

them, and there rest their mounts and permit them to feed, for the work

of the night had been hard upon them.

They knew that in the hills they might hide almost indefinitely, so wild

and so little traveled were they and so they went into camp an hour after

sunrise in a tiny cuplike valley surrounded by great trees, and watered

and fed their mounts with a sense of security greater than they had felt

since they left Veltopismakus.

Oratharc went out on foot and killed a number of quail and Tarzan speared

a couple of fish in the stream. These they prepared and ate, and then,

the men taking turns on guard, they slept until afternoon, for none had

had slept the night before.

Taking up their flight again in mid-afternoon they were well out upon the

plain when darkness overtook them. Komodoflorensal and Zoanthrohago were

riding far out upon the flanks and all were searching for a suitable

camping place. It was Zoanthrohago who found it and when they all

gathered about him. Tarzan saw nothing in the waning light of day that

appeared any more like a good camping place than any other spot on the

open plain. There was a little clump of trees, but they had passed many

such clumps, and there was nothing about this one that seemed to offer

any greater security than another. As a matter of fact, to Tarzan it

appeared anything but a desirable camp-site. There was no water, there

was little shelter from the wind and none from an enemy; but perhaps they

were going into the trees. That would be better. He looked up at the

lofty branches lovingly. How enormous these trees seemed! He knew them

for what they were and that they were trees of but average size, yet to

him now they reared their heads aloft like veritable giants.

"I will go in first," he heard Komodoflorensal say, and turned to learn

what he referred to.

The other three men were standing at the mouth of a large hole, into

which they were looking. Tarzan knew that the opening was the mouth of

the burrow of a ratel, the African member of the badger family, and he

wondered why any of them wished to enter it. Tarzan had never cared for

the flesh of the ratel. He stepped over and joined the others, and as he

did so he saw Komodoflorensal crawl into the opening, his drawn sword in

his hand.

"Why is he doing that?" he asked Zoanthrohago.

"To drive out, or kill the cambon, if he is there," replied the prince,

giving the ratel its Minunian name.

"And why?" asked Tarzan. "Surely, you do not eat its flesh!"

"No, but we want his home for the night," replied Zoanthrohago. "I had

forgotten that you are not a Minunian. We will spend the night in the

underground chambers of the cambon, safe from the attacks of the cat or

the lion. It would be better were we there now--this is a bad hour of the

night for Minuoians to be abroad on the plain or in the forest, for it is

at this hour that the lion hunts."

A few minutes later Komodoflorensal emerged from the hole. "The cambon is

not there," he said. "The burrow is deserted. I found only a snake, which

I killed. Go in, Oratharc, and Janzara and Talaskar will follow you. You

have candles?"

They had, and one by one they disappeared into the mouth of the hole,

until Tarzan, who had asked to remain until last, stood alone in the

gathering night gazing at the mouth of the ratel's burrow, a smile upon

his lips. It seemed ridiculous to him that Tarzan of the Apes should ever

be contemplating hiding from Numa in the hole of a ratel, or, worse

still, hiding from little Skree, the wildcat, and as he stood there

smiling a bulk loomed dimly among the trees; the diadets, standing near,

it tethered, snorted and leaped away; and Tarzan wheeled to face the

largest lion he ever had seen--a lion that towered over twice the

ape-man's height above him.

How tremendous, how awe-inspiring Numa appeared to one the size of a

Minunian!

The lion crouched, its tail extended, the tip moving ever so gently; but

the ape-man was not deceived. He guessed what was coming and even as the

great cat sprang he turned and dove headforemost down the hole of the

ratel and behind him rattled the loose earth pushed into the burrow's

mouth by Numa as he alighted upon the spot where Tarzan had stood.