Thus questioned by her mistress and simultaneously admonished to
silence by Tarzan, Pan-at-lee was momentarily silenced and then
haltingly she groped for a way to extricate herself from her dilemma.
"I thought--" she faltered, "but no, I am mistaken--I thought that
he was one whom I had seen before near the Kor-ul-gryf."
The Ho-don looked first at one and then at the other an expression
of doubt and questioning in her eyes. "But you have not answered
me," she continued presently; "who are you?"
"You have not heard then," asked Tarzan, "of the visitor who arrived
at your king's court yesterday?"
"You mean," she exclaimed, "that you are the Dor-ul-Otho?" And now
the erstwhile doubting eyes reflected naught but awe.
"I am he," replied Tarzan; "and you?"
"I am O-lo-a, daughter of Ko-tan, the king," she replied.
So this was O-lo-a, for love of whom Ta-den had chosen exile rather
than priesthood. Tarzan had approached more closely the dainty
barbarian princess. "Daughter of Ko-tan," he said, "Jad-ben-Otho
is pleased with you and as a mark of his favor he has preserved
for you through many dangers him whom you love."
"I do not understand," replied the girl but the flush that mounted
to her cheek belied her words. "Bu-lat is a guest in the palace of
Ko-tan, my father. I do not know that he has faced any danger.
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