Chapter 17 Tarzan and the City of Gold by Edgar Rice Burroughs
THE SECRET OF THE TEMPLE
After the royal party left the temple, Maluma came out and paused again to gossip with Phobeg. For some time they talked before she bid him good-bye and started back toward the palace. They spoke of many things-of the man in the secret prison behind a heavy golden door beneath the temple floor, of Erot and Tomos, of Nemone and Tarzan, of Gemnon and Doria, and of themselves. Being human, they talked mostly of themselves. It was late when Maluma returned to the palace. It was already the evening meal hour.
In the home of his father, Gemnon paced the floor of the patio as he awaited the summons to the evening meal.
Seeking to divert Gemnon's mind from his troubles, Tarzan spoke of the ceremony at the temple, but principally of the temple itself, praising its beauty, commenting upon its magnificence.
'The temple does hide a real wrong,' Gemnon said.
'Somewhere within it is hidden Alextar, the brother of Nemone, and while he rots there the corrupt Tomos and the cruel M'duze rule Cathne through the mad Nemone. 'There are many who would have a change and place Alextar on the throne, but they fear the wrath of the terrible triumvirate. So we go on, and nothing is done. Victim after victim succumbs to the jealousy and fear that constantly animate the throne.
'We have little hope today; we shall have no hope if the queen carries out the plan she is believed to be contemplating and destroys Alextar. There are reasons why it would be to her advantage to do so, the most important being the right of Alextar to proclaim himself king should he ever succeed in reaching the palace.
'If Nemone should die, Alextar would become king, and the populace would insist that he take his rightful place. For this reason Tomos and M'duze are anxious to destroy him. It is to Nemone's credit that she has withstood their arguments for all these years, steadfastly refusing to destroy Alextar. But if ever he seriously threatens her powers, he is lost. Rumours that have reached her ears that a plot has been perfected to place him on the throne may already have sealed his doom.'
During the meal that evening, Tarzan considered plans for visiting Phobeg at the temple. He wished to go alone but knew that he would place Gemnon in an embarrassing position should he suggest such a plan, while to permit the noble to accompany him might not only seal Phobeg's lips but jeopardize his safety as well. Therefore, he decided to go secretly.
Following the stratagem he had adopted, he remained in conversation with Gemnon and his parents until almost two hours after the sun had set; then he excused himself, saying that he was tired, and went to the room that had been assigned him. But he did not tarry there. Instead, he merely crossed the room from the door to the window and stepped out into the patio upon which it faced. Here, as throughout the gardens and avenues of the section of the city occupied by the nobility, grew large, old trees, and a moment later the Lord of the Jungle was winging through his native element toward the golden temple of Thoos .
He stopped at last in a tree near the rear of the temple where he saw the huge and familiar figure of Phobez waiting in the shadows below. Soundlessly, the ape-man dropped to the ground in front of the astonished warrior 'By the great fangs of Thoos!' ejaculated Phobeg 'but you gave me a start.'
'You expected me,' was Tarzan's only comment.
'But not from the skies,' retorted Phobeg. 'However, you are here and it is well; I have much more to tell you than when I asked you to come. I have learned more since.
'I am listening,' said Tarzan.
'A girl in the service of the queen overheard a conversation between Nemone and Tomos,' commenced Phobeg. 'Tomos accused you and Gemnon and Thudos of conspiring against her. Erot spied upon you and knew of your long visit at the home of Thudos a few nights since. He also managed to enter the house on some pretext the following night and saw Doria, the daughter of Thudos. Tomos told Nemone that Doria was very beautiful and that you were in love with her.
'Nemone is not yet convinced that you love Doria, but to be on the safe side she has ordered Tomos to have the girl abducted and brought to the temple where she will be imprisoned until Nemone decides upon her fate. She may destroy her, or she may be content to have her beauty disfigured.
'But what you must know is this: if you give Nemone the slightest reason to believe that you are conspiring against her or that you are fond of Doria, she will have you killed. All that I can do is warn you.
'You warned me once before, did you not,' asked Tarzan, 'the night that Gemnon and I went to the house of Thudos?'
'Yes, that was I,' replied Phobeg.
'Why have you done these things?' asked the ape-man.
'Because I owe my life to you,' replied the warrior, 'and because I know a man when I see one. If a man can pick Phobeg up and toss him around as though he were a baby, Phobeg is willing to be his slave.'
'I can only thank you for what you have told me, Phobeg,' said Tarzan. 'Now tell me more. If Doria is brought to the temple, where will she be imprisoned?'
'That is hard to say. Alextar is kept in rooms beneath the floor of the temple, but there are rooms upon the second and third floors where a prisoner might be safely confined, especially a woman.'
'Could you get word to me if she is arrested?'
'I could try,' replied Phobeg.
'Good! Is there anything further?'
'No.'
'Then I shall return to Gemnon and warn him. Perhaps we shall find a way to pacify Nenome or outwit her.'
'Either would be difficult,' commented Phobeg, 'but good-bye and good luck!'
Tarzan swung into the tree above the warrior's head and disappeared among the shadows of the night, while Phobeg shook his head in wonderment and returned to his quarters in the temple.
The ape-man made his way to his room by the same avenue he had left it and went immediately to the common living room where the family ordinarily congregated for the evenings. Here he found Gemnon's father and mother, but Gemnon was not there.
'You could not sleep?' inquired the mother.
'No,' replied the ape-man. 'Where is Gemnon?'
'He was summoned to the palace a short time alter you went to your room,' explained Gemnon's father.
Announcing that he would wait up until the son returned, Tarzan remained in the living room in conversation with the parents. He wondered a little that Gemnon should have been summoned to the palace at such an hour, and the things that Phobeg had told him made him a little apprehensive, but he kept his own council rather than frighten his host and hostess.
Scarcely an hour had passed when they heard a summons at the outer gate, and presently a slave came to announce that a warrior wished to speak to Tarzan upon a matter of urgent necessity.
The ape-man arose. 'I will go outside and see him,' he said.
'Be careful,' cautioned Gemnon's father. 'You have bitter enemies who would be glad to see you destroyed.'
'I shall be careful,' Tarzan assured him as he left the room behind the slave.
At the gate two warriors connected with the house were detaining a huge man whom Tarzan recognized even from a distance as Phobeg. 'I must speak with you at once and alone,' said the latter.
'This man is all right,' Tarzan told the guards. 'Let him enter and I will talk with him in the garden.'
When they had walked a short distance from the guards, Tarzan paused and faced his visitor. 'What is it?' he asked. 'You have brought me bad news?'
'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!'