The Escape from Opar
Werper was astounded.Could this creature be the same dignified Englishman who had entertained him so graciously in his luxurious African home? Could this wild beast, with blazing eyes, and bloody countenance, be at the same time a man? Could the horrid, victory cry he had but just heard have been formed in human throat?
Tarzan was eyeing the man and the woman, a puzzled expression in his eyes, but there was no faintest tinge of recognition.It was as though he had discovered some new species of living creature and was marveling at his find.
La was studying the ape-man's features.Slowly her large eyes opened very wide.
"Tarzan!" she exclaimed, and then, in the vernacular of the great apes which constant association with the anthropoids had rendered the common language of the Oparians: "You have come back to me! La has ignored the mandates of her religion, waiting, always waiting for Tarzan--for her Tarzan.She has taken no mate, for in all the world there was but one with whom La would mate.And now you have come back! Tell me, O Tarzan, that it is for me you have returned."
Werper listened to the unintelligible jargon.
He looked from La to Tarzan.Would the latter understand this strange tongue? To the Belgian's surprise, the Englishman answered in a language evidently identical to hers.
"Tarzan," he repeated, musingly."Tarzan.The name sounds familiar."
"It is your name--you are Tarzan," cried La.
"I am Tarzan?" The ape-man shrugged."Well, it is a good name--I know no other, so I will keep it; but I do not know you.I did not come hither for you.Why I came, I do not know at all; neither do I know from whence I came.Can you tell me?"
La shook her head."I never knew," she replied.
Tarzan turned toward Werper and put the same question to him; but in the language of the great apes.
The Belgian shook his head.
"I do not understand that language," he said in French.
Without effort, and apparently without realizing that he made the change, Tarzan repeated his question in French.Werper suddenly came to a full realization of the magnitude of the injury of which Tarzan was a victim.The man had lost his memory--no longer could he recollect past events.The Belgian was upon the point of enlightening him, when it suddenly occurred to him that by keeping Tarzan in ignorance, for a time at least, of his true identity, it might be possible to turn the ape-man's misfortune to his own advantage.
"I cannot tell you from whence you came," he said;
"but this I can tell you--if we do not get out of this horrible place we shall both be slain upon this bloody altar.The woman was about to plunge her knife into my heart when the lion interrupted the fiendish ritual.Come!
Before they recover from their fright and reassemble, let us find a way out of their damnable temple."
Tarzan turned again toward La.
"Why," he asked, "would you have killed this man?
Are you hungry?"
The High Priestess cried out in disgust.
"Did he attempt to kill you?" continued Tarzan.
The woman shook her head.
"Then why should you have wished to kill him?" Tarzan was determined to get to the bottom of the thing.
La raised her slender arm and pointed toward the sun.
"We were offering up his soul as a gift to the Flaming God," she said.
Tarzan looked puzzled.He was again an ape, and apes do not understand such matters as souls and Flaming Gods.
"Do you wish to die?" he asked Werper.
The Belgian assured him, with tears in his eyes, that he did not wish to die.
"Very well then, you shall not," said Tarzan."Come!
We will go.This SHE would kill you and keep me for herself.It is no place anyway for a Mangani.
I should soon die, shut up behind these stone walls."
He turned toward La."We are going now," he said.
The woman rushed forward and seized the ape-man's hands in hers.
"Do not leave me!" she cried."Stay, and you shall be High Priest.La loves you.All Opar shall be yours.
Slaves shall wait upon you.Stay, Tarzan of the Apes, and let love reward you."
The ape-man pushed the kneeling woman aside."Tarzan does not desire you," he said, simply, and stepping to Werper's side he cut the Belgian's bonds and motioned him to follow.
Panting--her face convulsed with rage, La sprang to her feet.
"Stay, you shall!" she screamed."La will have you--if she cannot have you alive, she will have you dead," and raising her face to the sun she gave voice to the same hideous shriek that Werper had heard once before and Tarzan many times.
In answer to her cry a babel of voices broke from the surrounding chambers and corridors.
"Come, Guardian Priests!" she cried."The infidels have profaned the holiest of the holies.Come! Strike terror to their hearts; defend La and her altar; wash clean the temple with the blood of the polluters."
Tarzan understood, though Werper did not.The former glanced at the Belgian and saw that he was unarmed.
Stepping quickly to La's side the ape-man seized her in his strong arms and though she fought with all the mad savagery of a demon, he soon disarmed her, handing her long, sacrificial knife to Werper.
"You will need this," he said, and then from each doorway a horde of the monstrous, little men of Opar streamed into the temple.
