"If indeed you are the Dor-ul-Otho," he said, addressing Tarzan, "you
will know that our doubts were but natural since we have received
no sign from Jad-ben-Otho that he intended honoring us so greatly,
nor how could we know, even, that the Great God had a son? If you
are he, all Pal-ul-don rejoices to honor you; if you are not he,
swift and terrible shall be the punishment of your temerity. I,
Ko-tan, King of Pal-ul-don, have spoken."
"And spoken well, as a king should speak," said Tarzan, breaking
his long silence, "who fears and honors the god of his people. It
is well that you insist that I indeed be the Dor-ul-Otho before
you accord me the homage that is my due. Jad-ben-Otho charged me
specially to ascertain if you were fit to rule his people. My first
experience of you indicates that Jad-ben-Otho chose well when he
breathed the spirit of a king into the babe at your mother's breast."
The effect of this statement, made so casually, was marked in the
expressions and excited whispers of the now awe-struck assemblage.
At last they knew how kings were made! It was decided by Jad-ben-Otho
while the candidate was still a suckling babe! Wonderful! A
miracle! and this divine creature in whose presence they stood knew
all about it. Doubtless he even discussed such matters with their
god daily.
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