“I will fetch them myself, Dor-ul-Otho,” he said, and turning, left the apartment. His hurried steps brought him quickly to the temple, for the palace grounds of Tu-lur, which also included the temple as in all of the Ho-don cities, covered a much smaller area than those of the larger city of A-lur. He found Lu-don’s messengers with the high priest of his own temple and quickly transmitted to them the commands of the ape-man.
“What do you intend to do with him?” asked one of the priests.
“I have no quarrel with him,” replied Mo-sar. “He came in peace and he may depart in peace, for who knows but that he is indeed the Dor-ul-Otho?”
“We know that he is not,” replied Lu-don’s emissary. “We have every proof that he is only mortal, a strange creature from another country. Already has Lu-don offered his life to Jad-ben-Otho if he is wrong in his belief that this creature is not the son of god. If the high priest of A-lur, who is the highest priest of all the high priests of Pal-ul-don is thus so sure that the creature is an impostor as to stake his life upon his judgment then who are we to give credence to the claims of this stranger? No, Mo-sar, you need not fear him. He is only a warrior who may be overcome with the same weapons that subdue your own fighting men. Were it not for Lu-don’s command that he be taken alive I would urge you to set your warriors upon him and slay him, but the commands of Lu-don are the commands of Jad-ben-Otho himself, and those we may not disobey.”
But still the remnant of a doubt stirred within the cowardly breast of Mo-sar, urging him to let another take the initiative against the stranger.
“He is yours then,” he replied, “to do with as you will. I have no quarrel with him. What you may command shall be the command of Lu-don, the high priest, and further than that I shall have nothing to do in the matter.”
The priests turned to him who guided the destinies of the temple at Tu-lur. “Have you no plan?” they asked. “High indeed will he stand in the counsels of Lu-don and in the eyes of Jad-ben-Otho who finds the means to capture this impostor alive.”
“There is the lion pit,” whispered the high priest. “It is now vacant and what will hold ja and jato will hold this stranger if he is not the Dor-ul-Otho.”
“It will hold him,” said Mo-sar; “doubtless too it would hold a gryf, but first you would have to get the gryf into it.”
The priests pondered this bit of wisdom thoughtfully and then one of those from A-lur spoke. “It should not be difficult,” he said, “if we use the wits that Jad-ben-Otho gave us instead of the worldly muscles which were handed down to us from our fathers and our mothers and which have not even the power possessed by those of the beasts that run about on four feet.”
“Lu-don matched his wits with the stranger and lost,” suggested Mo-sar. “But this is your own affair. Carry it out as you see best.”
“At A-lur, Ko-tan made much of this Dor-ul-Otho and the priests conducted him through the temple. It would arouse in his mind no suspicion were you to do the same, and let the high priest of Tu-lur invite him to the temple and gathering all the priests make a great show of belief in his kinship to Jad-ben-Otho. And what more natural then than that the high priest should wish to show him through the temple as did Lu-don at A-lur when Ko-tan commanded it, and if by chance he should be led through the lion pit it would be a simple matter for those who bear the torches to extinguish them suddenly and before the stranger was aware of what had happened, the stone gates could be dropped, thus safely securing him.”
“But there are windows in the pit that let in light,” interposed the high priest, “and even though the torches were extinguished he could still see and might escape before the stone door could be lowered.”
“Send one who will cover the windows tightly with hides,” said the priest from A-lur.
“The plan is a good one,” said Mo-sar, seeing an opportunity for entirely eliminating himself from any suspicion of complicity, “for it will require the presence of no warriors, and thus with only priests about him his mind will entertain no suspicion of harm.”
They were interrupted at this point by a messenger from the palace who brought word that the Dor-ul-Otho was becoming impatient and if the priests from A-lur were not brought to him at once he would come himself to the temple and get them. Mo-sar shook his head. He could not conceive of such brazen courage in mortal breast and glad he was that the plan evolved for Tarzan’s undoing did not necessitate his active participation.
And so, while Mo-sar left for a secret corner of the palace by a roundabout way, three priests were dispatched to Tarzan and with whining words that did not entirely deceive him, they acknowledged his kinship to Jad-ben-Otho and begged him in the name of the high priest to honor the temple with a visit, when the priests from A-lur would be brought to him and would answer any questions that he put to them.
Confident that a continuation of his bravado would best serve his purpose, and also that if suspicion against him should crystallize into conviction on the part of
