"
The two women dropped to their knees, covering their faces with
their hands, stricken with awe at the thought of the awful nearness
of the Great God. Presently Tarzan touched O-lo-a on the shoulder.
"Rise," he said. "Jad-ben-Otho has spoken. He has told me that this
slave girl is from the tribe of Kor-ul-ja, where Ta-den is, and
that she is betrothed to Om-at, their chief. Her name is Pan-at-lee."
O-lo-a turned questioningly toward Pan-at-lee. The latter nodded,
her simple mind unable to determine whether or not she and her
mistress were the victims of a colossal hoax. "It is even as he
says," she whispered.
O-lo-a fell upon her knees and touched her forehead to Tarzan's feet.
"Great is the honor that Jad-ben-Otho has done his poor servant,"
she cried. "Carry to him my poor thanks for the happiness that he
has brought to O-lo-a."
"It would please my father," said Tarzan, "if you were to cause
Pan-at-lee to be returned in safety to the village of her people."
"What cares Jad-ben-Otho for such as she?" asked O-lo-a, a slight
trace of hauteur in her tone.
"There is but one god," replied Tarzan, "and he is the god of the
Waz-don as well as of the Ho-don; of the birds and the beasts and
the flowers and of everything that grows upon the earth or beneath
the waters. If Pan-at-lee does right she is greater in the eyes
of Jad-ben-Otho than would be the daughter of Ko-tan should she do
wrong.
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