"Then there is but one to tell this to, for I have heard that he
looked sour when this Dor-ul-Otho was brought to the temple and that
while the so-called son of Jad-ben-Otho was there he gave this one
every cause to fear and hate him. I mean Lu-don, the high priest."
"You know him?" asked the other slave.
"I have worked in the temple," replied his companion.
"Then go to him at once and tell him, but be sure to exact the
promise of our freedom for the proof."
And so a black Waz-don came to the temple gate and asked to see
Lu-don, the high priest, on a matter of great importance, and though
the hour was late Lu-don saw him, and when he had heard his story
he promised him and his friend not only their freedom but many
gifts if they could prove the correctness of their claims.
And as the slave talked with the high priest in the temple at
A-lur the figure of a man groped its way around the shoulder of
Pastar-ul-ved and the moonlight glistened from the shiny barrel of
an Enfield that was strapped to the naked back, and brass cartridges
shed tiny rays of reflected light from their polished cases where
they hung in the bandoliers across the broad brown shoulders and
the lean waist.
Tarzan's guide conducted him to a chamber overlooking the blue
lake where he found a bed similar to that which he had seen in the
villages of the Waz-don, merely a raised dais of stone upon which
was piled great quantities of furry pelts.
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