"
"But whether god or man he is too wonderful to die," cried Pan-at-lee.
"Would that I might save him. If he lived he might even find a way
to give you your Ta-den, Princess."
"Ah, if he only could," sighed O-lo-a, "but alas it is too late
for tomorrow I am to be given to Bu-lot."
"He who came to your quarters yesterday with your father?" asked
Pan-at-lee.
"Yes; the one with the awful round face and the big belly," exclaimed
the Princess disgustedly. "He is so lazy he will neither hunt nor
fight. To eat and to drink is all that Bu-lot is fit for, and he
thinks of naught else except these things and his slave women. But
come, Pan-at-lee, gather for me some of these beautiful blossoms.
I would have them spread around my couch tonight that I may carry
away with me in the morning the memory of the fragrance that I
love best and which I know that I shall not find in the village of
Mo-sar, the father of Bu-lot. I will help you, Pan-at-lee, and we
will gather armfuls of them, for I love to gather them as I love
nothing else--they were Ta-den's favorite flowers."
The two approached the flowering shrubbery where Tarzan hid, but
as the blooms grew plentifully upon every bush the ape-man guessed
there would be no necessity for them to enter the patch far enough
to discover him. With little exclamations of pleasure as they found
particularly large or perfect blooms the two moved from place to
place upon the outskirts of Tarzan's retreat.
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