and look upon Issus, knowing that those of the lower
orders who gaze upon the holy vision of her radiant face survive the
blinding glory but a single year."
I turned as I had been bid, expecting such a treat as only the
revealment of divine glory to mortal eyes might produce. What I saw
was a solid phalanx of armed men between myself and a dais supporting a
great bench of carved sorapus wood. On this bench, or throne, squatted
a female black. She was evidently very old. Not a hair remained upon
her wrinkled skull. With the exception of two yellow fangs she was
entirely toothless. On either side of her thin, hawk-like nose her
eyes burned from the depths of horribly sunken sockets. The skin of
her face was seamed and creased with a million deepcut furrows. Her
body was as wrinkled as her face, and as repulsive.
Emaciated arms and legs attached to a torso which seemed to be mostly
distorted abdomen completed the "holy vision of her radiant beauty."
Surrounding her were a number of female slaves, among them Phaidor,
white and trembling.
"This is the man who slew seven of the First Born and, bare-handed,
bound Dator Xodar with his own harness?" asked Issus.
"Most glorious vision of divine loveliness, it is," replied the officer
who stood at my side.
"Produce Dator Xodar," she commanded.
Xodar was brought from the adjoining room.
Issus glared at him, a baleful light in her hideous eyes.
"And such as you are a Dator of the First Born?" she squealed. "For
the disgrace you have brought upon the Immortal Race you shall be
degraded to a rank below the lowest. No longer be you a Dator, but for
evermore a slave of slaves, to fetch and carry for the lower orders
that serve in the gardens of Issus. Remove his harness. Cowards and
slaves wear no trappings."
Xodar stood stiffly erect. Not a muscle twitched, nor a tremor shook
his giant frame as a soldier of the guard roughly stripped his gorgeous
trappings from him.
"Begone," screamed the infuriated little old woman. "Begone, but
instead of the light of the gardens of Issus let you serve as a slave
of this slave who conquered you in the prison on the Isle of Shador in
the Sea of Omean. Take him away out of the sight of my divine eyes."
Slowly and with high held head the proud Xodar turned and stalked from
the chamber. Issus rose and turned to leave
Not even the apes of his own tribe would extend the hand of fellowship to him.Page 24
Not far from them he came to a well-lighted boulevard which it was necessary to cross.Page 34
Sometimes D'Arnot accompanied him on his visits to the De Coude home, for he had long known both Olga and the count.Page 42
" "What weapons shall you select?" asked D'Arnot.Page 43
One would think that you were going out to shoot at a target, rather than to face one of the best shots in France.Page 45
He and D'Arnot stepped back a few paces to be out of the line of fire as the men paced slowly apart.Page 74
In a flash he knew why he had been left in that little valley by Gernois; but there had been a hitch in the arrangements--the men had come too late.Page 77
Never in all his jungle life had he been more relentlessly tracked down than in the past few months of his experience among civilized men.Page 81
The girl was wondering if they would reach her father's DOUAR before the pursuit had overtaken them.Page 103
" Visits were exchanged between the yacht and Hazel's relatives.Page 113
Beneath Tarzan walked Numa, the lion, and when the ape-man deigned to glance downward he caught occasional glimpses of the baleful green eyes following through the darkness.Page 123
From there on they moved very quietly indeed searching for the spoor of the great beasts.Page 127
"Wait!" cautioned Tarzan.Page 129
He could scarce repress a smile of triumph as he thought of their rage on discovering that their guard had been killed and their prisoners taken away.Page 132
With this parting salute to convince them that there was no safety for them anywhere within the country, Tarzan returned to the forest, collected his warriors, and withdrew a mile to the south to rest and eat.Page 145
Toward evening, as the sun was sinking into the sea, he commenced to chuckle and mumble to himself, but his eyes never left Clayton.Page 162
Without even a thought for his own safety, or the possibility for escape which this rapid series of fortuitous circumstances had thrust upon him, Tarzan of the Apes answered the call of the woman in danger.Page 179
To descend its rough and precipitous face was a task of infinite labor and considerable peril even to the ape-man; but at last he felt the soft soil of the valley beneath his feet, and without a backward glance at Opar he turned his face toward the guardian cliffs, and at a rapid trot set off across the valley.Page 186
There he waited to inspect the newcomers.Page 200
To descend the steep face of the bowlder with Jane Porter was no easy task, but by binding her across his shoulders with the grass rope he succeeded in reaching the ground in safety before the Oparians arrived at the great rock.