'Very bad,' replied Phobeg. 'Gemnon, Thudos, and many of their friends have been arrested and are now in the dungeons. Doria has been taken and is imprisoned in the temple. I did not expect to find you at liberty, but took the chance that Nemone's interest in you might have saved you temporarily. If you can escape from Cathne, do so at once. Her mood may change at any moment; she is as mad as a monkey.'
'Thank you, Phobeg,' said the ape-man. 'Now get back to your quarters before you become embroiled in this affair.' 'And you will escape?' asked the warrior.
'I owe something to Gemnon,' replied Tarzan, 'for his kindness and his friendship, so I shall not go until I have done what I can to help him.'
'No one can help him,' stated Phobeg emphatically.
'All that you will do is get yourself in trouble.'
'I shall have to chance it, and now good-bye, my friend; but before you go tell me where Doria is imprisoned.'
'On the third floor of the temple at the rear of the building, just above the doorway where I awaited you this evening.'
Tarzan accompanied Phobeg to the gate and out into the avenue. 'Where are you going?' demanded the latter.
'To the palace.'
'You, too, are mad,' protested Phobeg, but already the ape-man had left him and was walking rapidly along the avenue in the direction of the palace.
It was late, but Tarzan was now a familiar figure to the palace guards, and when he told them that Nemone had summoned him they let him enter, nor was he stopped until he had reached the anteroom outside the queen's apartments. Here a noble on guard protested that the hour was late and that the queen had retired, but Tarzan insisted upon seeing her.
'Tell her it is Tarzan,' he said.
'I do not dare disturb her,' explained the noble nervously.
'I dare,' said Tarzan and stepped to the door leading to the ivory room where Nemone had been accustomed to receive him. The noble sought to interfere but the ape-man pushed him aside and attempted to open the door, only to find it securely bolted upon the opposite side. Then with his clenched fist he pounded loudly upon its carved surface.
Instantly from beyond it came the savage growls of Belthar and a moment later the frightened voice of a woman. 'Who is there?' she demanded. 'The queen sleeps. Who dares disturb her?'
'Go and awaken her,' shouted Tarzan through the door. 'Tell her that Tarzan is here and wishes to see her at once.'
'I am afraid,' replied the girl. 'The queen will be angry. Go away, and come in the morning.'
Then Tarzan heard another voice beyond the door demanding, 'Who is it comes pounding on Nemone's door at such an hour?' and recognized it as the queen's.
'It is the noble Tarzan,' replied the slave girl.
'Draw the bolts and admit him,' commanded Nemone, and as the door swung open Tarzan stepped into the ivory room.
The queen stood halfway across the apartment, facing him. She directed the slave to rebolt the door and leave the apartment; then she turned and, walking to the couch, motioned Tarzan to approach. As she sank among the soft cushions she motioned Tarzan to her side.
'I am glad you came,' she said. 'I could not sleep. I have been thinking of you. But tell me, why did you come? Had you been thinking of me?'
'I have been thinking of you, Nemone,' replied the ape-man. 'I have been thinking that perhaps you will help me; that you can help me, I know.'
'You have only to ask,' replied the queen softly.
'There is no favour that you may not have from Nemone for the asking.'
A single cresset shed a soft, flickering light that scarcely dispelled the darkness of the room, at the far end of which the yellow-green eyes of Belthar blazed like twin lamps.
Then that same fatal door at the far end of the apartment opened and the tapping of a metal-shod staff upon the stone floor brought them both erect to gaze into the snarling face of M'duze.
'You fool!' cried the old hag in a shrill falsetto. 'Send the man away, unless you would see him killed here before your eyes! Send him away at once!'
Nemone sprang to her feet and faced the old woman who was now trembling with rage.
'You have gone too far, M'duze,' she said in a cold and level voice. 'Remember that I am queen.
She glided quickly toward the old woman, and as she passed a low stand she stooped and seized something that lay there. Suddenly the slave woman shrieked and shrank away, but before she could turn and flee Nemone was upon her and seized her by the hair.
'Always you have ruined my life,' cried Nemone, 'you and Tomos. You have robbed me of happiness, and for that, this' and she drove the gleaming blade of a knife into the withered breast of the screaming woman.
Presently M'duze ceased shrieking and sank to the floor. Someone was pounding upon the door to the anteroom and the terrified voices of nobles and guardsmen could be heard demanding entrance. In his corner Belthar tugged at his chains and roared. Nemone stood looking down upon M'duze with blazing eyes and snarling lips. Then she turned slowly towards the door upon which the pounding of her retainers' fists resounded. 'Have done!' she called imperiously. 'I, Nemone the queen, am safe.'
The voices beyond the door died away as the guardsmen returned to their posts; then Nemone faced Tarzan. She looked suddenly worn and very tired. 'That favour,' she said, 'ask it another time. Nemone is unstrung.'
'I must ask it now,' replied Tarzan; 'tomorrow may be too late.'
'Very well,' she said. 'I am listening. 'What is it?'
'There is a noble in your court who has been very kind to me since I have been in Cathne,' commenced Tarzan.
'Now he is in trouble, and I have come to ask you to save him.'
Nemone's brow clouded. 'Who is he?' she demanded.
'Gemnon,' replied the ape-man. 'He has been arrested with Thudos and the daughter of Thudos and several of their friends. It is only a plot to destroy me.
'You dare come to me to intercede for traitors!' cried the queen, blazing with sudden fury. 'But I know the reason; you love Doria!'
'I do not love her. I have seen her but once. Gemnon loves her. Let them be happy, Nemone.'
'I am not happy,' she replied; 'why should they be happy?'
She turned away and buried her face in her arms as she sank to the couch; he saw her shoulders shaken by sobs, and pity filled his heart. He drew nearer to console her, but he had no chance to speak before she wheeled upon him, her eyes flashing through tears. 'The girl, Doria, dies!' she cried. 'Xarator shall have her tomorrow!'
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN FLAMING XARATOR
Her wrists and ankles bound, Doria, the daughter of Thudos, lay on a pile of skins in a room upon the third floor of the temple of Thoos . Diffused moonlight entered the single window, relieving the darkness of the interior of her prison. She had seen her father seized and dragged away; she was in the power of one so ruthless that she knew she could expect no mercy and that either death or cruel disfigurement awaited her, yet she did not weep.
Above her grief rose the pride of the noble blood of the house of Thudos, the courage of a line of warriors that stretched back into the forgotten ages; and she was brave.
She thought of Gemnon, and then the tears almost came, not for herself but for him, because of the grief that would be his when he learned of her fate. She did not know that he, too, had fallen into the clutches of the enemies
