He
also thought that when he had done these things he would be made
high priest at A-lur; but he did not know that already the priest
had been selected who was to murder him within the hour that
he arrived at A-lur, nor did he know that a secret grave had been
prepared for him in the floor of a subterranean chamber in the very
temple he dreamed of controlling.
And so when he should have been arranging the assassination of
his chief he was leading a dozen heavily bribed warriors through
the dark corridors beneath the temple to slay Tarzan in the lion
pit. Night had fallen. A single torch guided the footsteps of the
murderers as they crept stealthily upon their evil way, for they
knew that they were doing the thing that their chief did not want
done and their guilty consciences warned them to stealth.
In the dark of his cell the ape-man worked at his seemingly endless
chipping and scraping. His keen ears detected the coming of footsteps
along the corridor without--footsteps that approached the larger
door. Always before had they come to the smaller door--the footsteps
of a single slave who brought his food. This time there were many
more than one and their coming at this time of night carried a
sinister suggestion. Tarzan continued to work at his scraping and
chipping. He heard them stop beyond the door.
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