And while these events were transpiring in the north, Tarzan-jad-guru
lay in the lion pit at Tu-lur while messengers passed back and
forth between Mo-sar and Lu-don as the two dickered for the throne
of Pal-ul-don. Mo-sar was cunning enough to guess that should an
open breach occur between himself and the high priest he might use
his prisoner to his own advantage, for he had heard whisperings
among even his own people that suggested that there were those who
were more than a trifle inclined to belief in the divinity of the
stranger and that he might indeed be the Dor-ul-Otho. Lu-don wanted
Tarzan himself. He wanted to sacrifice him upon the eastern altar
with his own hands before a multitude of people, since he was
not without evidence that his own standing and authority had been
lessened by the claims of the bold and heroic figure of the stranger.
The method that the high priest of Tu-lur had employed to trap
Tarzan had left the ape-man in possession of his weapons though
there seemed little likelihood of their being of any service to
him. He also had his pouch, in which were the various odds and ends
which are the natural accumulation of all receptacles from a gold
meshbag to an attic. There were bits of obsidian and choice feathers
for arrows, some pieces of flint and a couple of steel, an old
knife, a heavy bone needle, and strips of dried gut.
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