Diamond warehouse

As the primitive smoke bombs filled the emperor’s tower with their suffocating stunt in the throne hall, the Gomangans gathered around Tarzan, praying for him to save them, for they too had seen the Bolgans piled up in front of each entrance and the large crowd waiting in the garden and outside in the pengerm.

“Wait a moment,” crocheted Tarzan, “until the smoke is thick enough to prevent the Bolgans from seeing our movements. Then we rush out the windows that open to the embankment, as they are closer to the east gate than any other opening, so some of us have a better escape.”

“I have a better plan,” said the elderly man. “Once the smoke has covered us, follow me. One door is unguarded, probably because they have no idea we’re using it. As I walked over the podium behind the throne, I had a chance to see that the Bolgans weren’t guarding it.”

“Where does it lead?” Tarzan asked.

“To the ground floor of the Diamond Tower – the tower where I found you. That part of the palace is closest to the east gate, and if we get there before they sense our intentions, there’s little doubt we’ll get into the woods, at least.”

“Great!” rejoice the hop. “It won’t be long before the smoke envelops us from the Bolgans.”

In fact, the smoke was now so thick that it was difficult for those in the throne to breathe. Many of them coughed and sneezed on their suffocation, and everyone’s eyes widened under the influence of bitter smoke. But still they were not completely hidden from the guards around them.

“I don’t know how much longer this we can take,” Tarzan said; “I have already received it pretty kyliäni.”

“The smoke thickens a little,” the old man crocheted. “Just a brief moment, so I think we can leave without seeing anyone.”

“I can’t take this anymore,” Laughed La. “I’m strangling and half-blind.”

“Well,” said the old man, “they may no longer be able to separate us. The smoke is quite thick. So follow me!” And he led them up the steps of the podium and through the small opening behind the thrones, covered with news. The old man stepped first and then, followed by La, Tarzan, and Jad-bal-jaya, who had almost reached the limit of his endurance and patience, so that Tarzan had barely been able to restrain it; and now the animal expressed its indignation with a deep growl, from which it was feared that the Bolgans would guess their escape from it. Behind Tarzan and the lion, coughing gomangans crowded; but when Jad-bal-ja was in front of them, they did not team up as close to those passing by as they otherwise would probably have done.

From the opening, a dark corridor was reached, which led down high stairs down to a lower level, and then a fragment in the dark was the considerable distance that separated the diamond tower from the emperor’s tower. They felt so much relief when they got out of the thick smoke of the throne that none of them cared about the darkness of the corridor, but patiently followed the guidance of the elderly man. This had explained that the first steps they had taken were the only obstacles encountered in the tunnel.

At the end of the hallway, an elderly man stopped in front of a heavy door, which he opened with considerable effort.

“Wait a moment,” he said, “until I find a torch to turn on the light.”

They heard him fumble for a moment in the doorway, and then a dim flame flashed, and soon a light fluttered in the lamp. In its dim rays, Tarza saw in front of him a rectangular chamber, the extent of which the vibrating flame of the lamp gave only a partial idea.

“Bring them all inside,” said the old man, “and close the door,” and when it was done, he shouted to Tarzan, “Come! Before we leave this chamber, I want to show you something that no human eye has ever seen before.”

He led Tarzan to the far side of the chamber, where, in the light of a torch, he saw a row of shelves stacked with small leather bags. The old man lowered the lamp to one of the shelves, took one sack, opened it, and poured some of the contents into his palm. “Diamonds,” he said; “Each of these myths weighs five pounds and each contains diamonds. The Bolganans have piled them up from time immemorial, for they dig them far beyond their own needs. There is a belief in their legends that the Atlanteans will one day return and that they can sell diamonds to them. digging and storing them, as if they were in constant and passionate demand. Look here, take the bag with you, “he added, handing Tarzan and La one for each.

“I don’t think we’ll ever get out of this valley alive, but make it possible,” and so to speak, he took the third bag himself.

From the diamond vault, the old man guided them along the primitive stairs to the upper floor, and then quickly to the main door of the tower. There were now only two heavy, internally gated doors between them and the embankment, and a little distance in the back yawned the east gate open. The old man was about to open the doors as Tarzan prevented him.

“Wait a minute,” he crocheted, “until the rest of the gomangans have come. Climbing the stairs will take them some time. When they’re all here behind us, slam the doors open, and then you and La with the ten or twelve gomangans all around us, you rush towards the gate. The rest of us follow in the aftermath and keep the Bolgans at bay if they attack us. Be prepared, “he added moments later; “I think they’re all up now.”

Carefully explained Tarzan to the gomangans of his plan, and then he, turning to the elderly man, commanded, “Now.” The latch slipped open, the doors flew to his back, and the entire team rushed to the running foot toward the east gate.

The Bulgarians piled up near the throne room did not know that their victims had slipped from them until Tarzan, who followed with Jad-balja, was stepping through the east gate. That’s when the Bolganis spotted him and immediately let out an alarm, after hearing several hundred of them embarked on a ferocious chase.

“There they come,” Tarzan shouted at the others; “Run what you can do straight towards the Opar Valley, La.”

“How about you?” asked the young woman.

“I’ll stay with the gomangans for a moment and try to punish those creatures.”

Sat stopped on his way. “I won’t take a step without you, Monkey Tarzan,” he said. “You’ve already succumbed to too much danger for me. No, I’m not leaving without you.”

“As you wish,” replied another. “That’s where they come from.”

With great effort he gathered a group of gomangans who, once they got through the gate, seemed to think of nothing but getting as far from the Diamond Palace as possible. Barely half a hundred warriors obeyed his call, and with these he stood in the gate corridor, towards which several hundred Bolgans were currently rushing.

The old man walked over to Tarzan and touched her arm.

“You better escape,” he said. “The ranks of the Gomangans are breaking, and they stumble their way from the next attack.”

“With Pao, we won’t win anything,” Tarzan explained, “for we would just lose what we’ve won with the help of the gomangans, and then the whole valley would be like the herbs in our necks.”

He had barely finished his speech when one of the gomangans shouted,
“Look, look! They’re coming!” and he pointed along a path into the woods.
“They’re coming just in time,” Tarzan remarked when he saw the first flock of gomangan flooding from the forest toward the east gate. “Come,” he shouted at the approaching Negroes, “the Bolgans are attacking us. Come to avenge your trouble!” Then he turned and, calling the blacks around him, plunged against the rushing gorillas. Behind them rolled like a wave after wave, a group of gomangans one after another from the eastern gate of the Diamond Palace, pushing everyone out of their way and finally slamming against the faltering front of the Bulgarians, who were mercilessly thrown back towards the walls of the palace.

Shouts, battle, and the smell of blood sparked Jad-bal -ja to such rage that Tarzan could hardly stop it from escaping attacking a friend as well as an enemy, so it took the monkey so much time to restrain his ferocious ally that he had little time to take part in the battle. But he saw that it was leaning towards the victory of the weak and that the complete defeat of the Bulgarians was certain if nothing unexpected happened.

And he was not mistaken in his conclusions. So ferocious were the gomangans of bloody vengeance and so enthusiastic about the first fruits of victory that they became as mad as Jad-bal himself. They did not give or beg for mercy, and the fight did not end until they could no longer find the Bolgans to kill.

The match was over, and Tarzan returned with La and the elderly to the throne room, where the smoke bombs had now evaporated. There they summoned the head of each village, and when these had gathered in front of the podium on which stood those three Caucasians, a large black-bristled lion Jad-bal-and beside them, challenged Tarza to the Negroes:

“The Gomangans of the Valley of the Diamond Palace, tonight you have freed yourself from the terror of your cruel masters, who have burdened you longer than the eldest of you can remember. therefore to yourselves a ruler of some foreign tribe. ”

“You, you!” shouted one voice after another, the princes demanding
Tarzan the Monkey to be their king.
“No,” said the ape, raising his hand as a sign of silence; “but here is one who has lived among you for a long time and knows your customs and habits, desires and needs better than anyone else. If he wants to stay with you to rule you, then he will surely make him a good king,” and Tarzan pointed to the old man.

This looked at Tarzan in amazement. “But I want to get out of here,” he said; “I want to go back to the civilized world, for which I am buried here have been isolated for so many long years.”

“You don’t know what you’re interviewing,” the monkey called. “It’s been a lot, a lot of time since you left. You will no longer meet anyone you know from your home region. You will only face deception, extravagance, greed, self-interest, and cruelty. You will soon find that no one there cares about you, and you don’t care about anyone. I, Monkey Tarzan, I left the jungle and become people friendly buildings in cities, but there are always tympäissyt me there, and I’m happy to come back into the jungle – noble animals that love honestly and frankly hate, – freedom of natural and unpretentious sincerity.

“- If you return, you will be disappointed and find that you have rejected the opportunity to do a job that would be well worth your effort. These human poles need you. I can’t stay here to guide them out of the darkness, but you could, and you might be able to shape them to become a diligent, virtuous and kind people, who, however, should not remain untrained in the art of war, for if we have something good, there will always be jealousy, and if they are stronger than us, they will try to come to us to forcibly deprive us of it. , and in order to defend them, they must be able to fight successfully, and they must have weapons to wage wars. ”

“Your speech is true, Monkey Tarzan,” replied the old man; “there in the old world I have nothing to expect, so I’ll stay here if the gomangans want me to be the master.”

When Tarzan inquired about the matter from the principals, they assured that if they could not get him to master themselves, they would very gladly take the elderly, this when everyone, either without seeing or hearing, knew a person who had never committed any atrocities against the gomangans. The few surviving Bulgarians who had fled to various parts of the palace were retrieved and brought to the throne hall. Here they were given two conditions: either to remain slaves in the valley or to leave the country altogether. The Gomangans would have run away from them and killed them, but their new king would not allow it.

“But where would we go if we left the Valley of the Diamond Palace?” asked about the Bolgans, among other things. “We do not know what Oparin city beyond is, and we would meet Oparissa only enemies.”

Tarzan sat staring at them mysteriously and said a voice. For a long time he did not speak, in the meantime a few gomangan heads and some bolgans made suggestions for the future of gorillas. Finally the monkey rose and turned towards the Bolgans.

“There are about a hundred men of you,” he said. “You are strong and ferocious fighters. Next to me sits La, the high priest and queen of Opar. The vicious priest seized his power and threw him from the throne, but tomorrow we marched against Opar with his bravest gomangans in the Valley of the Diamond Palace; rises again to the throne of Opar, but where the seeds of embezzlement have been sown, the sprouts may rise to the spike when it is least conceived, so it may be a long time before Opar’s La can fully trust the loyalty of his subjects – and that offers you an opportunity and a homeland. fight with us to restore La to his throne,

The Bolganans pondered the matter for a few minutes, and then one of them came to the monkey man. “We agree with your proposal,” he said.

“And are you loyal to La?” Tarzan asked.

“The Bolgans will never become a traitor,” the gorilla replied.

“Good!” exclaimed Tarzan. “What about you, La., Are you happy with this arrangement?”

“I will take them to my service,” replied the high priestess.

Early the next morning, Tarza and La set out with three thousand gomangans and a hundred Bolganians to punish the cunning Kadsh. No war plot or deception was hardly attempted. They just marched through the valley of the Diamond Palace, stepped down the excavated gorge down into the Opar Valley, and then headed straight for the back buildings of La Palace.

A small gray maracotta, sitting in a veil of vines and ornamental plants on the ridge of the temple wall, suddenly entered them. It rocked its head first to the right and then to the left, and the incident aroused such fervent interest in it that it for a moment forgot to scratch its stomach – something it had been diligently doing for some time. The closer the line of marchers got, the more Manu accelerated, and when he vaguely spotted a large group of gomangans, it had to go all the way, but the last point to make it slip wildly back into the shelter of Opar’s palace was to see the Bulgarians – trolls of his little world.

Kadsh was in the courtyard of the inner temple, where he had sacrificed to the Flaming God as the sun rose. With Kadsh was a group of lower priests and Oah with her priestess. That there was a quarrel among them was evident both from their gloomy faces and from the words Oah spoke to Kadsh.

“Again, you’ve gone too far, Kadsh!” he exclaimed bitterly. “Only the high priestess of the Flaming God is allowed to make a sacrifice. And yet, in your stubbornness, you also contaminate that sacrificial knife with your unworthy hand.”

“Shut up, wife!” exclaimed the high priest. “I am Kadsh, the king and high priest of Oparin Flaming God. You are the one, what you are, only Kadshin popularity. Do not try my patience too much or you’ll get yourself a taste of the victim of a knife blade.” There was no doubt about the horrible true purpose inherent in his threat. It was difficult for many around him to conceal their dismay, seeing his offensive shade against the high priestess. As little as they cared about Oah, it was true that he had been elevated to the highest rank, and those who thought La had died, as Kadsh had tried his best to believe them, showed Oah the full respect to which his high office justified him.

“Be careful, Kadsh,” warned one of the older priests. “There’s a limit you can’t go over either.”

“Do you dare to threaten me?” exclaimed Kadsh, who had a wild frenzy of exaltation in his eyes. “Do you dare to threaten me , Kadshia, the high priest of the Flaming God?” And as he spoke, he escaped toward the offender, the sacrificial knife menacingly raised over his head, but at that very moment a little gray monkey came screaming and swinging from the opening of the wall, which was seen over the temple courtyard.

“Bolganit! Bolganit!” it screamed. “They’re coming! They’re coming!”

Kadsh stopped and turned toward Manu, the hand holding the knife swinging to his side. “Did you see them, Manu?” he asked. “Are you telling the truth? If this is your prank again, then you won’t live until you do one to Kadsh again.”

“I’m telling the truth,” the maracet chirped. “I saw them with my own eyes.”

“How many of them are there?” asked Kadsh. “And how close have they got to Opar?”

“There are as many of them as there are leaves in the trees,” Manu replied. “And they are already close to the wall of the temple – the Bolgans and the Gomangans. They are teeming with grass growing in cool and damp gorges.”

Kadsh turned, raising his face toward the sun, and throwing his head back, he slipped a stretched scream that ended in a whistling scream. Three times he triggered his horrible cry and then, instructing others in the yard to follow him, began to squeal profusely towards the actual palace. As Kadsh directed his steps toward the old tree-lined road, by which the facade of Opar’s palace rose, flooded Opar’s nodular and furry men in arms from each corridor and doorway with his heavy lead-headed rods and knives. In the trees above them screamed and parpatti a couple, thirty small gray maracas.

“Not here,” they shouted, “not here!” and pointed toward the south side of the city.

Like an undisciplined flock of people, priests and warriors again entered the palace on Kadhhi’s hocks, returning to the other side of the building. From there, they climbed to the crest of the high wall protecting the palace, just as Tarzan’s troops stopped outside it.

“Clumps of stone, clumps of stone!” cried Kadsh. And in response to his commands, the women downstairs began to gather loose, shattered fragments of the palace wall and throw them up at the warriors.

“Go your way!” shouted Kadsh to the army outside the gate. “Go tiehenne! I am Kadsh, Flaming high priest of God, and this is his temple. Do not defile the temple of God Flaming, otherwise you will feel his anger.”

Tarzan stepped forward slightly ahead of the others and raised his hand demanding silence.

“Sat, your high priest and queen, is here,” he shouted to the soldiers standing on the wall. “Kadsh is a traitor and a traitor. Open your gates and receive your queen. Leave the traitors in the hands of justice, and nothing bad will happen to you; but if you deny La entry into his city, we will seize by violence and bloodshed what belongs to La justly. ”

After Tarzan ceased to speak, La stood beside him so that all his people could see him, and immediately there were scattered cries of approval for La, and one and the other voices were raised against Kadsh. Apparently intelligent that it wouldn’t take much to tilt the horizontal cup, Kadsh clarified to his men that they needed to attack, and at the same time threw a stone at Tarzan. Only the miraculous agility of the monkey man saved him, and the throw passed, hitting a gomangan in the chest and knocking him down. Immediately it rained stones deaf on them, and then Tarzan ordered his companions to rush.

Howling and roaring, the Bulgarians and gomangans plunged into the attack. Like cats, they climbed up the rough wall surface from the top with the threat of threatening lead rods. Tarzan, who had chosen Kadsh as his victim, was among the first to arrive at the crest of the wall. The curvy, hairy warrior struck him with his lead wand, but depending on the wall brush with one hand, Tarza grabbed the gun with the other hand, snatching it from his emergency. At the same time, he saw Kadsh turn and disappear into the backyard. After Tarzan towed himself to the ridge, he was immediately attacked by two other Opar warriors. With a weapon abducted by their comrades, he clocked them to the right and to the left, so great superiority was brought to him by his great size and power, and then he, remembering only that Kadshi, who was La ‘

Some priests and priestesses tried to block his passage. Grabbing one of the priests by the ankles, the monkey waved his body in a circle around him, thus clearing the way for himself as he ran towards the opposite side of the yard, where he stopped, turning and straining his mighty muscles with all his might, waving the priest’s body once more and slamming against his distressed face.

Not being able to check the effect of his action, he again turned to pursue the pursuit of Kadsh. The man always stayed a little ahead, for he knew the meandering mazes of the palace and the temple and courtyards better than Tarzan, and was therefore better able to move in them. Tarzan was sure that the path led to the temple courtyards. From there, Kadsh would easily slip into the underground arches beneath the palace and find a hiding place from which he would be difficult to banish, for there were so many and winding those dark underground tunnels. So Tarzan made every effort to get to the sacrificial yard in time to prevent Kadsh from gaining relatively good security in the underground corridors, but when he finally jumped from the doorway into the yard, a cleverly thrown loop wrapped around his ankles and he slammed heavily into the tantra.

Almost half-bent, he felt how they lifted him off the ground and carried him, and soon after, he was lowered to a cold rocky surface. Only then did he recover fully and again found himself lying on his back on the sacrificial altar in the courtyard of the Temple of the Flaming God, and above him stood High Priest Kadsh, his cruel face bent at the grimace of anger and reflecting the joy of delayed revenge that awaited him.

“Finally!” a greedy expression appeared. “This time you, the Tarzan of the Apes, shall not experience the wrath of the Flaming God, but the wrath of the man, Gadshi; now do not procrastinate and no one will intervene.”

Kadsh waved his sacrificial knife high over his head. Over the blade of the knife, one saw the ridge of the Monkey Tarza’s courtyard wall, and from behind it just then, protruding the head and shoulders of a mighty black-brushed lion.

“Jad-bal-ja!” he shouted. “Kill, kill!”

Kadsh hesitated, knife high. He saw the direction of the monkey’s eyes and followed it. And at that moment he leaped as a gold lion to the cobblestones and had two huge leaps on the neck of the high priest of Opar. The knife squatted on the stone perm, and the beast’s firm jaws snapped at the man’s horrible facial muscles. The lower priests who had abducted Tarzan and remained to see how he would be killed by Gaddahi’s hand had fled from the courtyard in the blink of an eye when the golden lion had fled against their master, and now there were no more than Tarzan, Jad-bal, and Kadshi in the temple sacrificial court. soulless body.

“Kah, Jad-bal-ja,” Tarzan ordered, “do not allow anyone to do evil to
Tarzan the Monkey.”
An hour later, Opar’s old palace and temples were filled with the victorious forces of La. The priests and warriors who had been spared death had quickly surrendered, recognizing La as their queen and high priest, and now, at La’h’s command, Tarzan and Kadsh were sought throughout the city. So La herself, as the head of a detective department, happened to step into the victim’s yard. The sight that met his eyes here / suddenly stopped him, for there crawled on the altar bound by the Apes of Tarzan, and on top of him stood an angry and wobbly eyes like a golden lion Jad-bal, staring directly at La’ha.

“Tarzan, Tarzan!” he sighed, stepping towards the altar. “Kadsh has finally delivered his will. Have mercy on me, God of my fathers! Tarzan is dead!”

“No,” cried the ape man, “far from it! Come on, let me. I am only bound, but without Jad-bal-share would have died a victim of the knife.”

“Thank God,” La exclaimed and planned to approach the altar, but stopped seeing the threatening position of the roaring lion.

“Down!” shouted Tarzan. “Let him come!” And Jad-bal-ja descended beside his master, and stretched out his muzzle against his apostle.

Then came La and taking the victim of a knife cut the jungle captives masters reserve the bandages, the same relation to the other side of the altar viruvan Kadshin body.

“Your worst enemy is dead,” said Tarzan, “and for his death you can thank Jad-bal-ja as I thank him for my life. Now it is your duty to rule in peace and happiness and to remain in friendship with the inhabitants of the Diamond Palace Valley.”

That night, Tarzan, the Bulgarians, the heads of the gomangans, and the priests and priestesses of Opar sat in the big ballroom of Opar’s palace as guests of Queen La, eating from the golden bowls of the ancient Atlanteans – the continent-shaped bowls of which only old fables know. And the next day Tarzan set out with Jad-bal-jan on his way back to the land and home of the Wazirs.