He is, we think, the same
of whom the warriors that returned from A-lur today told us and
whom some call Tarzan-jad-guru and some Dor-ul-Otho. But indeed
only the son of god would dare come thus alone to a strange city,
so it must be that he speaks the truth."
Mo-sar, his heart filled with terror and indecision, turned
questioningly toward the priests.
"Receive him graciously, Mo-sar," counseled he who had spoken before,
his advice prompted by the petty shrewdness of his defective brain
which, under the added influence of Lu-don's tutorage leaned always
toward duplicity. "Receive him graciously and when he is quite
convinced of your friendship he will be off his guard, and then
you may do with him as you will. But if possible, Mo-sar, and you
would win the undying gratitude of Lu-don, the high-priest, save
him alive for my master."
Mo-sar nodded understandingly and turning to the warrior commanded
that he conduct the visitor to him.
"We must not be seen by the creature," said one of the priests.
"Give us your answer to Lu-don, Mo-sar, and we will go our way."
"Tell Lu-don," replied the chief, "that the woman would have been
lost to him entirely had it not been for me. I sought to bring
her to Tu-lur that I might save her for him from the clutches of
Ja-don, but during the night she escaped.
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