Chamber of Horrors

A black-brushed lion samoded in the jungle night. With majestic carefree, ignoring any other created beings, it proudly passed its way through the primeval forest. It didn’t catch, because it didn’t try to move by sneaking, even though it didn’t sound. It moved quickly, though sometimes standing with its muzzle upright, chasing and listening. And so it finally arrived at the high wall along which it sniffed until it met a point cut by a half-open gate. And from that opening it slipped into the fence.

A large building loomed in front of it, and as it stood watching it and listening, an angry lion roared like thunder.

The black-brushed man swung his head tilted and crept forward

Just as La’ta was being thrown into Numa’s nails, the Monkey leaped into Tarza’s room, screaming loudly, causing the gomangans dragging the woman to her judgment to stop for a moment; and in the short time that the ape knew he was following his interruption, he threw his quick spear. Outraged and amazed, the Bolgans saw it sink into the heart of their emperor – a big, black-brushed lion.

Standing next to Tarzan stood the gomangani he had scared into his service, and as the monkey rushed forward toward La, the Negro followed him, shouting to his comrades that if they helped this stranger, they could become free, and reach the age of the Bulgarian yoke.

“You have allowed the great emperor to be killed,” he shouted to the Gomangani Poles who guarded Numa. “That’s why the Bolgans are killing you. Help save the foreign tarmangan and his spouse, then you have at least some chance to keep your life and get to freedom. And you,” he added, turning to the two who had guarded La, “they also look. guilty, – your only hope is in us. ”

Tarzan had gotten next to La and had just dragged him along the steps to the podium, hoping there for a moment to be able to resist the fifty Bolgans who were now rushing towards him from their seats.

“Kill the three who sit on the podium,” shouted Tarzan to the gomangans, who now apparently hesitated, to which side they would cast their lots. “Kill them if you want freedom! Kill them if you want to live!”

His commanding tone of voice, the magnetic appeal of his identity, his innate leadership instinct overcame them to him for the brief moment necessary to persuade them to attack the three Bolgians sitting on the podium, those hated prestigious blacks, and when they dug forever the men of Tarzan Monkey, for they could no longer have any hope for the future in the land of the Bolgans. Another arm with La’s waistband carried him to the podium, where he grabbed his spear and pulled it out of the corpse of a dead lion. He then turned to the approaching Bolgans, lowered the leg of the beast he had overthrown on the other leg, and raised his voice to the terrible cry of victory of the Kertshak monkeys.

The Bolgans stopped in front of him, the Gomangans groaning behind him in horror.

“Stop,” Tarzan exclaimed, raising his palm toward the Bolgans. “Listen! I am Apinain Tarzan. I do not challenge the quarrel with your people. I’m looking for a way for your country through their own alueilleni. Let me leave in peace with this woman and take these gomanganit with me.”

In response, a wild murmur rose from the flock of Bolgians as they attacked the podium. Suddenly an old man from the east tower jumped from their ranks, rushing towards Tarzan.

“Ah, the traitor,” cried the ape, “so you will be the first to taste Tarzan’s wrath!” He spoke English, and the elderly man answered in the same language.

“Traitor division?” he exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yes, the traitor,” Tarzan roared. “Didn’t you rush here to tell the Bolgans that I was in the palace to send a gomangan to seduce me into the harbor?”

“I didn’t do anything like that,” the other replied. “I came here to sit near a white woman, thinking that I could help her and you if necessary. I will now, as an Englishman, stand by your side to fight and die with you, for in death you are as true as God is in heaven. Nothing can save you Bulgarians from the fury of which you have slain the emperor. ”

“Come then,” cried Tarzan, “and prove your allegiance! It is better to die now than to live in bondage forever.”

Six gomangans had lined up, three on either side of Tarzan and La, while the seventh, who had entered the room unarmed with Tarzan, had deprived one of the three Bulgarians who had fallen on the podium.

In front of this war front, so strange to them, the Bolgans stopped at the foot of the steps leading to the podium. But only for a moment, for there were enemies only against nine and fifty, and when the Bulgarians rushed to the stairs, Tarzan and his gomanganes received them with war axes, spears, and lead-headed rods. For a moment they pushed them back, but the superiority was too great, and again a wave crashed against them, threatening to destroy them. But then an intimidating roar echoed in the fighters’ ears, which, almost aside next to them, suddenly interrupted the match.

Turning their eyes toward the sound, they saw a large black-brushed lion standing on the floor of the room, just leaping inside from a window. For a moment it stood like a statue cast of gold bronze, and then the building shook again from its mighty roar.

Above all, Tarzan stood watching the big beast below him from the podium, and then, suddenly rejoicing, he raised his voice louder than the murmur of the Bolgans. “Jad-bal-ja,” he shouted, pointing to the Bolgans, “way, way!” Hardly had these words been uttered when a horrible monster, a real corpse devil, attacked the hairy gorillas. And at the same time, a bold inch came to the monkey man’s mind to save himself and others who depend on him.

“Quickly,” he shouted to the gomangans, “run away from the bolgans!
Here is finally the real Numa, the king of animals, the
ruler of all creation . He kills his enemies, but he protects the Monkey
Tarzan and the gomangans who are his friends.”
Seeing their hated hosts retreating before the horrific attacks of the lion, the gomangans rushed out with war axes and clubs. As Tarzan threw his spear away and settled in the middle of them with the exposed knife in his hand, staying next to Jad-bal -ja, whom he guided from one victim to another so that the lion would not mistakenly attack the gomangans, the little Caucasian hubby, or La himself. Twenty Bolgians crawled dead on the floor before the rest were able to escape the chamber, and then Tarzan looked at Jad-bal and called it back.

“Go take Vale-Numa’s body from the podium,” he told the gomangans. “Bring it out of the room, for the true emperor has come to claim his throne.”

The old man and La stared in amazement at Tarzan and the lion.

“Who are you,” the former asked, “who can do such miracles with the help of the wild beast of the jungle? Who are you and what are you going to do now?”

“Wait and you’ll see,” Tarzan said with a brutal smile. “I think we’re safe now and the gomangans will be able to live carefree long after this.”

After the Negroes removed the lion’s share from the podium and threw it out of one of the room’s windows, Tarzan sent Jad-bal-ya to the podium to sit on the former site of the slain Numa.

“There,” he said to the gomangans, “you see a real emperor who doesn’t have to be attached to his throne. . ”

So excited that intelligence almost flashed in their silly brains, the three gomangans rushed to fulfill Tarzan’s command, while others watched Tarzan with a look of fearful reverence that only seeing a deity could cause. La then came to stand next to Tarzan and looked him in the face with eyes that reflected just as deep a reverence as the Negroes felt.

“I have not thanked you, Tarzan the Monkey,” he said, “for what you have done for me and exposed me. Yes, I know you came here to seek me to save me from the hands of those beings, and I know it was not love that forcing you to this heroic and almost hopeless act. that you have in your company thus far successful, it is pretty amazing, but I, who am a people legends have heard say of bolganien feats, I know that no final salvation of hope for all of us is not, and I ask, therefore, you immediately use an opportunity to escape on your own, if possible, for you alone may have some escape. ”

“I don’t agree with you, La, that we don’t have a chance to escape,” the monkey replied. “It seems to me that not only do we now have every reason to believe in real and sure salvation, but that we can free these gomangani parades from the bondage and terror of the Bolgans. But that’s not all. I am not satisfied with this. It is not just this people who give nothing hospitality to a stranger, but also my own unfaithful priests, for which I am going to march out of the Valley of the Diamond Palace against the city of Opar with a large enough gomangan to compel Kadhi to relinquish his power and put you back . ”

“You are a valiant man,” said the old man, “and you have succeeded better than I thought possible, but La is right: you do not know the ferocity and resources of the Bolgans or the power they have over the gomangans. who shackles them like a heavy butt, you might be able to get a large enough crowd to escape the valley, but I’m afraid it’s an overwhelming task for you too, so our only hope is to escape the palace when they’re temporarily out of order and trust . ”

“Kah,” La exclaimed, pointing his finger; “It’s too late now – they’re coming back.”

Tarzan looked in the direction indicated and saw a large group of gorilla men approaching from the open doorway at the south end of the room. He quickly turned his eyes to the windows of the second wall. “But wait,” he said, “look, there’s something in another horizontal cup!”

His companions looked toward the windows that opened into the embankment and noticed behind them a multitude of Negroes appearing like hundreds of people running fast toward the windows. The Negroes on the podium exclaimed excitedly, “They are coming! They are coming! We will be free, the Bolgans will no longer be able to have us work until we fall from exhaustion, beat us, torture us, or feed us to Numa.”

As the first Bolgans reached the door of the room, gomangans began to infiltrate from several windows wide across the opposite wall. They were led by the three who had been sent to pick them up, and so impressively they had carried out their missionary service that the Negroes already looked like a new people, for so they were enlivened by the coming idea of ​​freedom. Seeing them, the head of the Bulgarians shouted at them loudly that they would grab the intruders on the podium, but in response, the nearest Negro pierced him with a spear he threw, and when he fumbled dead in his face, a battle raged in the air.

The Bolgans in the palace were quite numerous more than the Negroes, but the latter had the advantage that there were enough of them inside the throne hall to prevent a larger number of Bolgans from entering the room at the same time. As soon as Tarzan noticed the state of mind of the Negroes, he invited Jad-bal-jan to follow him and, stepping down from the podium, began to lead the gomangans. In each opening he placed enough men to protect it and kept the rest in reserve in the middle of the room. He then invited the elderly man to negotiate.

“The gate to the east wall is open,” he said. “I left it when I came open. Would it be possible for twenty or thirty Negroes to get there safely and from there to the forest, to take a message to the villagers about what was happening here in the palace, and to persuade them to send all their warriors right away to stop the liberation work we started?”

“It’s a great plan,” the old man replied. “The Bolganans are not on the side of the palace between us and the gate, and if an inch of cantilever can be enforced, now is the right time. I will choose the men for me; they must be masters whose words have bearing among the villagers living outside the walls of the palace.”

“Good!” exclaimed Tarzan. “Choose them right away; tell them what we want and warn them all to run the mokom.”

The elder chose one by one thirty warriors, to each of whom he carefully explained their duties. They rejoiced at the plan and assured Tarzan that the first aid would arrive before an hour had passed.

“When you leave the paddock,” said the monkey, “break the lock, if you can, so that the Bulgarians cannot lock the gate again and close the way for our auxiliaries. Also say that relatively safe to enter the palace area – at least as many as are now in this room. ”

The Negroes expressed their awareness and, moments later, left the room through a window, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Shortly after the Negroes had left, the Bolgans made a determined assault against the gomangans guarding the throne hall, as a result of which a couple of thirty gorillas managed to break into the room. Frightened by this first sign of adversity, the Negroes showed symptoms of faltering; their inherent fear of the Bolgans manifested itself in their hesitation and reluctance to counterattack. Jumping forward, to help repel the attack by the Bolgians on the throne room, Tarzan called Jad-bal-ja, and when the great lion jumped off the podium, the monkey pointed to the nearest bolgan and shouted, “Kill, kill!”

Jad-bal and jumped straight to the nearest throat. The mighty jaws snapped only once in the frightened face of the frightened gorilla man, and then, as a gold lion, threw the carcass only after shaking it once and ran away against the other. Three had thus been killed quickly, one after the other, as the rest of the Bolgans turned to flee this chamber of terror. But the gomangans, whose courage returned when they saw how easily this ferocious ally brought death and fright to the tyrants, settled between the Bolgans and the doorway, cutting off the escape route from them.

“Arrest them, arrest them,” Tarzan shouted. “Don’t kill them!” And then turning to the Bulgarians, “Surrender, we’ll save you!”

Jad-bal-ja stayed next to his master, mumbling and growling at the bolgans and every now and then creating a praying look for the monkey man, who more clearly challenged the words, “Send me among them!”

Fifteen of the Bolgans who entered the hall were still alive. For a moment they hesitated, but then one of them threw his gun on the floor. Others immediately followed suit.

Tarzan turned to Jad-bal-jan. “Back!” he said, pointing to the podium, and when the lion turned and paddled off the podium, the monkey challenged the bolgan again.

“Let one of you go,” he said, “to your comrades I have announced that I will demand that they surrender immediately.”

The Bolganians whispered a few blinks to each other, and finally, among other things, they announced that they were leaving to meet others. After he left the room, the old man approached Tarzan.

“They never surrender,” he crocheted. “Beware of deception.”

“Good like that,” Tarzan said. “I foresee deception, but I save time, and that’s what we need most. If there were a place nearby where I could tent these others, I would feel safer because it would reduce the number of our opponents by at least that many.”

“There is such a room,” crocheted the old man, pointing to one of the doorways of the throne room, “into which you may lock them — there are many such rooms in the towers of the emperors.”

“Good,” said Tarzan, and moments later, according to his instructions, the Bolgans were tightly tucked away in the room next to the throne room. From the hallway, they heard gorillas arguing. It was obvious that they were considering the communication Tarzan had sent them. It took fifteen, even thirty minutes, and no word came from the Bolgans, and neither enemies were renewed, but then the same man whom Tarzan had sent to take the challenge of surrender arrived at the main door of the throne room.

“Well,” the monkey asked, “what did they answer?”

“They will not give up,” said the bolgani, “but they will allow you to leave the valley, as long as you set free those who you have imprisoned and do no harm to others.”

The monkey shook his head. “It’s not valid,” he replied. “I have the power to crush the Bolganians of the Diamond Valley. Look,” and he pointed to Jad-bal-ja, “here is the real Numa. The creature you had on your throne was just a wild beast, but this is Numa, the king of animals, the emperor of all creatures. him. I need to keep him connected kultakahleilla as prisoners or slaves? no! he is truly the emperor. but one has him higher, and the commands, he obeys. it’s me, Apinain Tarzan. Who me upset, do not feel alone Numan anger, but also the hatred of Tarzan. The Gomangans are my people, the Bolgans become my slaves. Go tell your comrades that if they want to keep their lives at all, it is best to come soon to ask for mercy. Go! ”

When the envoy had left again, he glanced at Tarzan the old man, who looked at him as if with a look of fear or reverence, but a slight flicker in his corners. The monkey sighed deeply in relief. “That way, we win at least half an hour more,” he said.

“Yes, we need it and more,” replied the old man, “though you have had more time than I thought possible, for you have certainly aroused hesitation in the Bolgans, who have never had reason to doubt their power before.”

It was then that the debate and reflection on the outdoor corridors changed to movement. A crowd of about fifty gorillas stood right in front of the main hall of the throne room, where they stood silently, guns ready, as if to prevent any escape from those in the rooms. Behind them, other Bolgans were seen moving away and disappearing from the doors and corridors that led from the main road of the palace. With La and the elderly, the Gomangans anxiously awaited the arrival of the auxiliary troops, Tarzan sitting half-leaning on the edge of the podium, the other arm around the neck of Jad-bal.

“They have something going on,” the old man said. “We have to be careful of the surprise. As long as the Negroes only arrive now that there are only fifty guarding the door, we would easily defeat them and we would have, indeed, I think, some small chance to clear for ourselves the road from the palace area.”

“During your long stay here,” Tarzan pointed out, “the same insane fear of the Bolgans has arisen in you as in the Gomangans. Your state of mind towards them could be inferred that they are some superhumans; them.”

“Let there be only creatures,” replied the old man, “but those creatures have a human brain – and their cunning and cruelty are diabolical.”

A long silence ensued, interrupted only by the nervous whispers of the gomangans. The attitude of the Negroes was apparently leisurely paralyzed by the simmering tension of mandatory expectation when their fellow foresters did not quickly have time to help. In addition, discipline became a relaxing effect of apricot, which the Bolgans might have planned or perhaps were already implementing. The mere silence of the gorillas was more terrible than the noise of a real attack. La was the first of the whites to break the silence.

“If thirty gomangans could leave the palace so easily, why couldn’t we?” he asked.

“There are two reasons,” Tarzan replied. “Another is that if we had left at the same time, the Bulgarians, many more of us, could have disturbed us and detained us long enough for their messengers to have time in good time before us, which would have besieged us before long before thousands of hostile warriors. that I want to punish those creatures so that the guest will be safe in the Diamond Palace Valley in the future. ” He stopped. “And now I’ll mention a third reason why we shouldn’t try to escape right now.” He pointed to the windows opening onto the embankment. “Look,” he said, “the embankment and the garden are full of bolgans. What are their intentions,

“You’re right,” he said as he returned next to the monkey man; “The Bolgans have gathered in crowds under the windows, except in front of the other doors of the throne room. But we need to find out.” He quickly walked to the opposite side of the room, pulling aside the news in front of a doorway, behind which a small group of Bolgans appeared. They stood there motionless, in no way trying to grab him or do him any harm. He stepped door to door, and from behind everyone appeared to those in the room a similar silent gorilla guard. He toured the wall of the room behind the podium and the three thrones, and then returned to Tarzan and La.

“It’s like I was afraid,” he crocheted, “we’re completely under siege. If there is no help soon, we will be wasted.”

“But their power is divided,” Tarzan pointed out.

“Still, that’s enough to defeat us,” the hubby replied.

“You may be right,” Tarzan admitted, “but let’s even do stubborn resistance.”

“What is that!” exclaimed La, and the attention turned to the same noise, immediately the other in the throne raised their eyes toward the roof, noticing that the hatches had been removed from the twelve openings, and against the gloomy faces of several ten gorillas.

“What are they doing now!” exclaimed Tarzan, and as if in response to this question, the Bolgans above began to throw rags burning in the throne, soaked in oil, and tied to goatskins, which immediately began to fill it with thick, suffocating smoke burning with a burning leak and hair.