The corridor through which
he ran was illy lighted and like nearly all its kind in the Ho-don
city wound in and out and up and down, but at last it terminated
at a sudden turn which brought him into a courtyard filled with
warriors, a portion of the palace guard that had just been summoned
by one of the lesser palace chiefs to join the warriors of Ko-tan
in the battle that was raging in the banquet hall.
At sight of Tarzan, who in his haste had forgotten to recover his
disguising headdress, a great shout arose. "Blasphemer!" "Defiler
of the temple!" burst hoarsely from savage throats, and mingling
with these were a few who cried, "Dor-ul-Otho!" evidencing the fact
that there were among them still some who clung to their belief in
his divinity.
To cross the courtyard armed only with a knife, in the face of
this great throng of savage fighting men seemed even to the giant
ape-man a thing impossible of achievement. He must use his wits
now and quickly too, for they were closing upon him. He might have
turned and fled back through the corridor but flight now even in
the face of dire necessity would but delay him in his pursuit of
Mo-sar and his mate.
"Stop!" he cried, raising his palm against them. "I am the Dor-ul-Otho
and I come to you with a word from Ja-don, who it is my father's
will shall be your king now that Ko-tan is slain.
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