He raised his voice in the sharp barking
tones of a Prussian officer, so unlike his former maniacal screaming
as to quickly arouse the attention of every ear and to cause an
expression of puzzlement to cross the crafty face of Lu-don.
"I am Jad-ben-Otho," snapped Obergatz. "This creature is no son of
mine. As a lesson to all blasphemers he shall die upon the altar
at the hand of the god he has profaned. Take him from my sight,
and when the sun stands at zenith let the faithful congregate in
the temple court and witness the wrath of this divine hand," and
he held aloft his right palm.
Those who had brought Tarzan took him away then as Obergatz had
directed, and the German turned once more to the warriors by the
gate. "Throw down your arms, warriors of Ja-don," he cried, "lest
I call down my lightnings to blast you where you stand. Those who
do as I bid shall be forgiven. Come! Throw down your arms."
The warriors of Ja-don moved uneasily, casting looks of appeal at
their leader and of apprehension toward the figures upon the palace
roof. Ja-don sprang forward among his men. "Let the cowards and
knaves throw down their arms and enter the palace," he cried, "but
never will Ja-don and the warriors of Ja-lur touch their foreheads
to the feet of Lu-don and his false god. Make your decision now,"
he cried to his followers.
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