The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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been for
her clothing and the fact that she had grown in stature she might well
have believed it so. All was there as she had left it--the new faces
which supplanted some of the old were of the same bestial, degraded
type. There were a few young Arabs who had joined The Sheik since she
had been away. Otherwise all was the same--all but one. Geeka was not
there, and she found herself missing Geeka as though the ivory-headed
one had been a flesh and blood intimate and friend. She missed her
ragged little confidante, into whose deaf ears she had been wont to
pour her many miseries and her occasional joys--Geeka, of the splinter
limbs and the ratskin torso--Geeka the disreputable--Geeka the beloved.

For a time the inhabitants of The Sheik's village who had not been upon
the march with him amused themselves by inspecting the strangely clad
white girl, whom some of them had known as a little child. Mabunu
pretended great joy at her return, baring her toothless gums in a
hideous grimace that was intended to be indicative of rejoicing. But
Meriem could but shudder as she recalled the cruelties of this terrible
old hag in the years gone by.

Among the Arabs who had come in her absence was a tall young fellow of
twenty--a handsome, sinister looking youth--who stared at her in open
admiration until The Sheik came and ordered him away, and Abdul Kamak
went, scowling.

At last, their curiosity satisfied, Meriem was alone. As of old, she
was permitted the freedom of the village, for the stockade was high and
strong and the only gates were well-guarded by day and by night; but as
of old she cared not for the companionship of the cruel Arabs and the
degraded blacks who formed the following of The Sheik, and so, as had
been her wont in the sad days of her childhood, she slunk down to an
unfrequented corner of the enclosure where she had often played at
house-keeping with her beloved Geeka beneath the spreading branches of
the great tree that had overhung the palisade; but now the tree was
gone, and Meriem guessed the reason. It was from this tree that Korak
had descended and struck down The Sheik the day that he had rescued her
from the life of misery and torture that had been her lot for so long
that she could remember no other.

There were low bushes growing within the stockade, however, and in the
shade of these Meriem sat down to think.

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