ly there was a crash of stone on stone before him followed a moment later by a similar crash behind。 No other evidence was necessary to announce to the ape…man that he was again a prisoner in Lu…don's temple。
He stood perfectly still where he had halted at the first sound of the descending stone door。 Not again would he easily be precipitated to the gryf pit； or some similar danger； as had occurred when Lu…don had trapped him in the Temple of the Gryf。 As he stood there his eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness and he became aware that a dim light was entering the chamber through some opening； though it was several minutes before he discovered its source。 In the roof of the chamber he finally discerned a small aperture； possibly three feet in diameter and it was through this that what was really only a lesser darkness rather than a light was penetrating its Stygian blackness of the chamber in which he was imprisoned。
Since the doors had fallen he had heard no sound though his keen ears were constantly strained in an effort to discover a clue to the direction taken by the abductor of his mate。 Presently he could discern the outlines of his prison cell。 It was a small room； not over fifteen feet across。 On hands and knees； with the utmost caution； he examined the entire area of the floor。 In the exact center； directly beneath the opening in the roof； was a trap； but otherwise the floor was solid。 With this knowledge it was only necessary to avoid this spot in so far as the floor was concerned。 The walls next received his attention。 There were only two openings。 One the doorway through which he had entered； and upon the opposite side that through which the warrior had borne Jane Clayton。 These were both closed by the slabs of stone which the fleeing warrior had released as he departed。
Lu…don； the high priest； licked his thin lips and rubbed his bony white hands together in gratification as Pan…sat bore Jane Clayton into his presence and laid her on the floor of the chamber before him。
〃Good； Pan…sat！〃 he exclaimed。 〃You shall be well rewarded for this service。 Now； if we but had the false Dor…ul…Otho in our power all Pal…ul…don would be at our feet。〃
〃Master； I have him！〃 cried Pan…sat。
〃What！〃 exclaimed Lu…don； 〃you have Tarzan…jad…guru？ You have slain him perhaps。 Tell me； my wonderful Pan…sat； tell me quickly。 My breast is bursting with a desire to know。〃
〃I have taken him alive； Lu…don； my master；〃 replied Pan…sat。 〃He is in the little chamber that the ancients built to trap those who were too powerful to take alive in personal encounter。〃
〃You have done well； Pan…sat； I〃
A frightened priest burst into the apartment。 〃Quick； master； quick；〃 he cried； 〃the corridors are filled with the warriors of Ja…don。〃
〃You are mad；〃 cried the high priest。 〃My warriors hold the palace and the temple。〃
〃I speak the truth； master；〃 replied the priest； 〃there are warriors in the corridor approaching this very chamber； and they come from the direction of the secret passage which leads hither from the city。〃
〃It may be even as he says；〃 exclaimed Pan…sat。 〃It was from that direction that Tarzan…jad…guru was coming when I discovered and trapped him。 He was leading his warriors to the very holy of holies。〃
Lu…don ran quickly to the doorway and looked out into the corridor。 At a glance he saw that the fears of the frightened priest were well founded。 A dozen warriors were moving along the corridor toward him but they seemed confused and far from sure of themselves。 The high priest guessed that deprived of the leadership of Tarzan they were little better than lost in the unknown mazes of the subterranean precincts of the temple。
Stepping back into the apartment he seized a leathern thong that depended from the ceiling。 He pulled upon it sharply and through the temple boomed the deep tones of a metal gong。 Five times the clanging notes rang through the corridors； then he turned toward the two priests。 〃Bring the woman and follow me；〃 he directed。
Crossing the chamber he passed through a small doorway； the others lifting Jane Clayton from the floor and following him。 Through a narrow corridor and up a flight of steps they went； turning to right and left and doubling back through a maze of winding passageways which terminated in a spiral staircase that gave forth at the surface of the ground within the largest of the inner altar courts close beside the eastern altar。
From all directions now； in the corridors below and the grounds above； came the sound of hurrying footsteps。 The five strokes of the great gong had summoned the faithful to the defense of Lu…don in his private chambers。 The priests who knew the way led the less familiar warriors to the spot and presently those who had accompanied Tarzan found themselves not only leaderless but facing a vastly superior force。 They were brave men but under the circumstances they were helpless and so they fell back the way they had come； and when they reached the narrow confines of the smaller passageway their safety was assured since only one foeman could attack them at a time。 But their plans were frustrated and possibly also their entire cause lost； so heavily had Ja…don banked upon the success of their venture。
With the clanging of the temple gong Ja…don assumed that Tarzan and his party had struck their initial blow and so he launched his attack upon the palace gate。 To the ears of Lu…don in the inner temple court came the savage war cries that announced the beginning of the battle。 Leaving Pan…sat and the other priest to guard the woman he hastened toward the palace personally to direct his force and as he passed through the temple grounds he dispatched a messenger to learn the outcome of the fight in the corridors below； and other messengers to spread the news among his followers that the false Dor…ul…Otho was a prisoner in the temple。
As the din of battle rose above A…lur； Lieutenant Erich Obergatz turned upon his bed of soft hides and sat up。 He rubbed his eyes and looked about him。 It was still dark without。
〃I am Jad…ben…Otho；〃 he cried； 〃who dares disturb my slumber？〃
A slave squatting upon the floor at the foot of his couch shuddered and touched her forehead to the floor。 〃It must be that the enemy have come； O Jad…ben…Otho。〃 She spoke soothingly for she had reason to know the terrors of the mad frenzy into which trivial things sometimes threw the Great God。
A priest burst suddenly through the hangings of the doorway and falling upon his hands and knees rubbed his forehead against the stone flagging。 〃O Jad…ben…Otho；〃 he cried； 〃the warriors of Ja…don have attacked the palace and the temple。 Even now they are fighting in the corridors near the quarters of Lu…don； and the high priest begs that you come to the palace and encourage your faithful warriors by your presence。〃
Obergatz sprang to his feet。 〃I am Jad…ben…Otho；〃 he screamed。 〃With lightning I will blast the blasphemers who dare attack the holy city of A…lur。〃
For a moment he rushed aimlessly and madly about the room； while the priest and the slave remained upon hands and knees with their foreheads against the floor。
〃Come；〃 cried Obergatz； planting a vicious kick in the side of the slave girl。 〃Come！ Would you wait here all day while the forces of darkness overwhelm the City of Light？〃
Thoroughly frightened as were all those who were forced to serve the Great God； the two arose and followed Obergatz towards the palace。
Above the shouting of the warriors rose constantly the cries of the temple priests： 〃Jad…ben…Otho is here and the false Dor…ul…Otho is a prisoner in the temple。〃 The persistent cries reached even to the ears of the enemy as it was intended that they should。
24
The Messenger of Death
THE sun rose to see the forces of Ja…don still held at the palace gate。 The old warrior had seized the tall structure that stood just beyond the palace and at the summit of this he kept a warrior stationed to look toward the northern wall of the palace where Ta…den was to make his attack； but as the minutes wore into hours no sign of the other force appeared； and now in the full light of the new sun upon the roof of one of the palace buildings appeared Lu…don； the high priest； Mo…sar； the pretender； and the strange； naked figure of a man； into whose long hair and beard were woven fresh ferns and flowers。 Behind them were banked a score of lesser priests who chanted in unison： 〃This is Jad…ben…Otho。 Lay down your arms and surrender。〃 This they repeated again and again； alternating it with the cry： 〃The false Dor…ul…Otho is a prisoner。〃
In one of those lulls which are common in battles between forces armed with weapons that require great physical effort in their use； a voice suddenly arose from among the followers of Ja…don： 〃Show us the Dor…ul…Otho。 We do not believe you！〃
〃Wait；〃 cried Lu…don。 〃If I do not produce him before the sun has moved his own width； the gates of the palace shall be opened to you and my warriors will lay down their arms。〃
He turned to one of his priests and issued brief instructions。
The ape…man paced the confines of his narrow cell。 Bitterly he reproached himself for the stupidity which had led him into this trap； and yet wa