Presently the darkness lessened and at the final turning of the passage he saw before him an area of moonlight.With renewed hope he sprang rapidly forward and emerged from the mouth of the corridor to find himself in a large circular enclosure the towering white walls of which rose high upon every side--smooth perpendicular walls upon the sheer face of which was no slightest foothold.To his left lay a pool of water, one side of which lapped the foot of the wall at this point.It was, doubtless, the wallow and the drinking pool of the gryf.
And now the creature emerged from the corridor and Tarzan retreated to the edge of the pool to make his last stand.There was no staff with which to enforce the authority of his voice, but yet he made his stand for there seemed naught else to do.
Just beyond the entrance to the corridor the gryf paused, turning its weak eyes in all directions as though searching for its prey.
This then seemed the psychological moment for his attempt and raising his voice in peremptory command the ape-man voiced the weird whee-oo! of the Tor-o-don.Its effect upon the gryf was instantaneous and complete--with a terrific bellow it lowered its three horns and dashed madly in the direction of the sound.
To right nor to left was any avenue of escape, for behind him lay the placid waters of the pool, while down upon him from before thundered annihilation.The mighty body seemed already to tower above him as the ape-man turned and dove into the dark waters.
Dead in her breast lay hope.Battling for life during harrowing months of imprisonment and danger and hardship it had fitfully flickered and flamed only to sink after each renewal to smaller proportions than before and now it had died out entirely leaving only cold, charred embers that Jane Clayton knew would never again be rekindled.Hope was dead as she faced Lu-don, the high priest, in her prison quarters in the Temple of the Gryf at A-lur.Both time and hardship had failed to leave their impress upon her physical beauty--the contours of her perfect form, the glory of her radiant loveliness had defied them, yet to these very attributes she owed the danger which now confronted her, for Lu-don desired her.From the lesser priests she had been safe, but from Lu-don, she was not safe, for Lu-don was not as they, since the high priestship of Pal-ul-don may descend from father to son.
Ko-tan, the king, had wanted her and all that had so far saved her from either was the fear of each for the other, but at last Lu-don had cast aside discretion and had come in the silent watches of the night to claim her.Haughtily had she repulsed him, seeking ever to gain time, though what time might bring her of relief or renewed hope she could not even remotely conjecture.
A leer of lust and greed shone hungrily upon his cruel countenance as he advanced across the room to seize her.She did not shrink nor cower, but stood there very erect, her chin up, her level gaze freighted with the loathing and contempt she felt for him.He read her expression and while it angered him, it but increased his desire for possession.Here indeed was a queen, perhaps a goddess; fit mate for the high priest.
"You shall not!" she said as he would have touched her."One of us shall die before ever your purpose is accomplished."
He was close beside her now.His laugh grated upon her ears.
"Love does not kill," he replied mockingly.
He reached for her arm and at the same instant something clashed against the bars of one of the windows, crashing them inward to the floor, to be followed almost simultaneously by a human figure which dove headforemost into the room, its head enveloped in the skin window hangings which it carried with it in its impetuous entry.
Jane Clayton saw surprise and something of terror too leap to the countenance of the high priest and then she saw him spring forward and jerk upon a leather thong that depended from the ceiling of the apartment.Instantly there dropped from above a cunningly contrived partition that fell between them and the intruder, effectively barring him from them and at the same time leaving him to grope upon its opposite side in darkness, since the only cresset the room contained was upon their side of the partition.
Faintly from beyond the wall Jane heard a voice calling, but whose it was and what the words she could not distinguish.Then she saw Lu-don jerk upon another thong and wait in evident expectancy of some consequent happening.He did not have long to wait.She saw the thong move suddenly as though jerked from above and then Lu-don smiled and with another signal put in motion whatever machinery it was that raised the partition again to its place in the ceiling.
Advancing into that portion of the room that the partition had shut off from them, the high priest knelt upon the floor, and down tilting a section of it, revealed the dark mouth of a shaft leading below.Laughing loudly he shouted into the hole: "Return to thy father, O Dor-ul-Otho!"
Making fast the catch that prevented the trapdoor from opening beneath the feet of the unwary until such time as Lu-don chose the high priest rose again to his feet.
"Now, Beautiful One!" he cried, and then, "Ja-don! what do you here?"
Jane Clayton turned to follow the direction of Lu-don's eyes and there she saw framed in the entrance-way to the apartment the mighty figure of a warrior, upon whose massive features sat an expression of stern and uncompromising authority.
"I come from Ko-tan, the king," replied Ja-don, "to remove the beautiful stranger to the Forbidden Garden."
"The king defies me, the high priest of Jad-ben-Otho?" cried Lu-don.