allotted span of life,
one thousand years, when by the authority of custom they may take their
way in happiness through the long tunnel that leads to Issus.
"Those who die before are supposed to spend the balance of their
allotted time in the image of a plant man, and it is for this reason
that the plant men are held sacred by the therns, since they believe
that each of these hideous creatures was formerly a thern."
"And should a plant man die?" I asked.
"Should he die before the expiration of the thousand years from the
birth of the thern whose immortality abides within him then the soul
passes into a great white ape, but should the ape die short of the
exact hour that terminates the thousand years the soul is for ever lost
and passes for all eternity into the carcass of the slimy and fearsome
silians whose wriggling thousands seethe the silent sea beneath the
hurtling moons when the sun has gone and strange shapes walk through
the Valley Dor."
"We sent several Holy Therns to the silians to-day, then," said Tars
"And so will your death be the more terrible when it comes," said the
maiden. "And come it will--you cannot escape."
"One has escaped, centuries ago," I reminded her, "and what has been
done may be done again."
"It is useless even to try," she answered hopelessly.
"But try we shall," I cried, "and you shall go with us, if you wish."
"To be put to death by mine own people, and render my memory a disgrace
to my family and my nation? A Prince of the House of Tardos Mors
should know better than to suggest such a thing."
Tars Tarkas listened in silence, but I could feel his eyes riveted upon
me and I knew that he awaited my answer as one might listen to the
reading of his sentence by the foreman of a jury.
What I advised the girl to do would seal our fate as well, since if I
bowed to the inevitable decree of age-old superstition we must all
remain and meet our fate in some horrible form within this awful abode
of horror and cruelty.
"We have the right to escape if we can," I answered. "Our own moral
senses will not be offended if we succeed, for we know that the fabled
life of love and peace in the blessed Valley of Dor is a rank and
wicked deception. We know that the valley is not sacred; we know that
the Holy Therns are not holy; that
So it was that he neither raved nor stormed against fate, but instead waited patiently for what might next befall him, though not by any means without an eye to doing the utmost to succour himself.Page 7
As she hurried down the short companion-ladder into the main cabin, on either side of which were the smaller rooms occupied by the officers, she failed to note the quick closing of one of the doors before her.Page 8
listen, furtively trying each latch.Page 15
In a circle about them the balance of the tribe of apes stood watching and enjoying the struggle.Page 26
Cautiously he moved in the direction from which it emanated, presently coming upon a huge panther pinned beneath a fallen tree.Page 30
Big fellows they were, all of them, their barbaric headdresses and grotesquely painted faces, together with their many metal ornaments and gorgeously coloured feathers, adding to their wild, fierce appearance.Page 34
At the sight of the thing--a man mauling with his bare hands one of the most relentless and fierce of the jungle carnivora--Mugambi's eyes bulged from their sockets, and from entertaining a sullen respect for the giant white man who had made him prisoner, the black felt an almost worshipping awe of Tarzan.Page 45
him by boat.Page 46
If you will not promise to take me in and treat me as a friend I shall let Sheeta stay and devour you.Page 50
Then he turned to those behind him and, pointing to the sleeping man, motioned for them to seize and bind him.Page 51
A wondrous transformation was wrought in the motionless mass of statuesque bone and muscle that had an instant before stood as though carved out of the living bronze.Page 66
The blacks were half-way across the clearing when Tarzan's attention was attracted by the actions of one of the apes.Page 67
The little band had been reduced by three, for three of Akut's apes had fallen in the fighting at the village.Page 71
He knew that the pack would follow his spoor, and so he had been careful to make it as distinct as possible, brushing often against the vines and creepers that walled the jungle-path, and in other ways leaving his scent-spoor plainly discernible.Page 76
"I was near as he talked with them, and heard him issuing his instructions to them.Page 89
The memory of the two brutes who stood and laughed as Rokoff struck her was still vivid.Page 123
There he turned and whispered the reader's name.Page 128
Instantly pandemonium broke loose upon the deck.Page 134
At last he rose.Page 139
Gust, that he might the better observe, clambered into the branches of a tree to the rear of them, being careful that the leafy fronds hid him from the view of his erstwhile mates.