You have to sacrifice him

Cautiously, Kadsh moved with his hundred frightening companions, armed with metal-headed rods and axes, creeping into the valley from the border ridge, following in the footsteps of the white man and his black comrades. They were in no hurry, for from the ridge of Opar’s outer walls they had noticed that the pursuers were moving away rather slowly, though the harassers did not know why, having been too far away, to see the burden that every Negro had to carry. Nor did Kadsh want to surprise his prey during the day, but had planned a secret nocturnal attack whose suddenness, along with the large number of his companions, could easily confuse the chaos of the sleeping camp.

The traces they followed were very clear. They could not be mistaken, and they now moved slowly to a gently sloping surface towards the bottom of the valley. Noon was near when they suddenly stopped inventing the newly built okapensas-Boma in the small opening just in front of them. The thin smoke of a fading campfire rose from the center of the boma. So there was a monkey camp.

Kadsh told his companions to hide in the bushy bushes lining the trail and sent one man from there to inquire in advance. After a short while, he returned to report that the camp was deserted; and once again Kadsh and his men set off. Stepping into the boma, they checked it in order to estimate the number of Tarzan’s companions. While they were busy, Kadsh saw something hidden in the bushes on the extreme edge of Boma. He approached it very cautiously, for there was something in it that not only aroused his curiosity, but also made him cautious, for it clearly resembled a man shortened to the ground.

The rods, ready to strike, approached a dozen bloods from them to the dumb, which had aroused curiosity in Kadsh, and when they had come close enough, they saw the soulless body of Monkey Tarzan creeping in front of him. “The blazing God has bowed down to avenge the shame of his altar,” exclaimed the high priest’s eyes, wedging from the frantic fire of arrogance. But another, perhaps more practical, or at least more cautious priest knelt at the monkey’s body and pressed his ear toward his heart.

“He is not dead,” whispered the listener; “Maybe he’s just sleeping.”

“So grab him quickly,” Kadsh shouted, and moments later covered Tarzan’s body with as many hairy, horrible descriptions of men as could fit on him. He didn’t resist – didn’t even open his eyes, and soon his arms were tied tightly behind his back.

“Drag him to where the eye of the Flaming God can rest on him,” Kadsh exclaimed. They dragged Tarzan to the center of Boma in full sunlight, and pulling a knife from his lumbar base, Kadsh raised it over his head and stood bent to the ground over his shortened sacrifice. Kadsh’s companions perimeter settled around the monkey man, and some of them penetrated close behind their leader. They looked restless, looking alternately at Tarzan, alternately at their high priesthood, and then stared in secret at the sun riding high in the cloudy sky. But whatever thoughts must have plagued their half-hearted brains, there was only one among them who dared to put them into words, and it was the same priest who had tried the previous day to oppose Kadsh’s proposal to kill the monkey.

“Kadsh,” he said now, “who are you to sacrifice to the Stigmatizing God? It is the prerogative of La’n — our high priest and queen — alone, and he gets angry to hear what you have done.”

“Shut up, Duth!” shouted Kadsh. “I, Kadsh, I Oparin high priest. I,
Kadsh, I am the queen La’n spouse. Even my word is law of
Oparissa. If you want to stay a priest and to stay alive, so keep your mouth
shut.”
“Your word is not a law,” Duth replied angrily. “If you anger the High Priest or the Stigmatizing God, you can be punished just like anyone else. If you sacrifice that man, you will anger them both.”

“Enough!” would resent Kadsh. “The blasphemous God has spoken to me and required me to sacrifice the mocker of his temple.”

He knelt beside the monkey man and touched the tip of his sharp knife to his chest from above his heart, then raised his weapon high in the air ready to deliver a deadly blow to the living heart. At that moment, a cloud fluttered over the sun and a shadow fell on them. There was a murmur among the surrounding priests.

“Look,” Duth exclaimed, “The stigmatizing God is angry. He has covered his face with the inhabitants of Opar.”

Kadsh stopped. He created a half-defiant, half-fearful gaze on the cloud that covered the sun’s spinning. He then stood up leisurely and held out his arm toward the hidden god of the day, remaining for a few blinks in this apparently attentive and listening position. Then he suddenly turned to his companions. “Look, priests of Opar,” he shouted, “The flaming God has spoken to his high priest Kadsh. He is not angry. He just wants to address me alone and tell you to go out into the jungle to wait until he has arrived and challenged Kadsh, after which I will call you back. Go! ”

Most seemed to regard Kadsh’s words as law, but Duth and some others hesitated, probably because of the influence of some doubt.

“Go now!” ordered Kadsh. And so strong is the habit of obedience that the skeptics finally turned away, fading with others into the jungle. A cunning smile illuminated the cruel face of the high priest as the last of them disappeared from view: and then he again turned his attention to the ape. That deep in his heart, however, was the innate fear of his God, as evidenced by the questioning gazes he aimed at heaven. He had decided, in the absence of Duth and the others, to kill the monkey, but fear held his hand until the light of his God would radiate upon him again and assure him that the act he intended was favorable to heaven.

The cloud that covered the sun was big, and while waiting, Kadsh became more and more nervous. Six times he raised the knife to a fatal blow, but each time his superstition prevented him from carrying out the act. It took five, ten, fifteen minutes, and the sun was still shaded. But finally Kadsh could see it approaching the edge of the cloud, and once again he settled in, kneeling next to the monkey with a knife ready just in time for the sun to one last time radiate into living Tarzan. He saw a spot of light creeping leisurely over Boma toward him, and as he approached, a look of diabolical anger wafted from his narrow-minded vicious eyes. One more moment, and the Stigmatizing God would press the seal of His acceptance into the sacrificial delivery. Kadsh trembled with anticipation. He raised his knife higher than the damn,

“Kadsh!” echoed that only sound, but as suddenly and surprisingly as lightning from the blue sky.

The knife, still raised high, turned the high priest in the direction from which the disturbance had come, and saw Aho aside, the high priestess, the figure, and behind him Duth and the twenty lower priests.

“What does this mean, Kadsh?” asked La angrily, approaching him quickly over the open. The high priest rose as a jur.

“The flaming God demands the spirit of this unbeliever,” he shouted.

“Liar,” replied La. “The stigmatizing God speaks to people only through the mouth of his high priest. Too often you have tried to nullify the will of your queen. So know, Kadsh, that the power over life and death in the hands of your queen works just as well on you as on others. in the ages that Opar has experienced, more than one high priest has been sacrificed on the altar of the Flaming God, and it is not impossible that anyone should still walk in the way of those brazen.

Kadsh shoved his knife into his sheath and turned away, grumpy, creating a poisonous look at Duth, whom he blamed for his defeat. It was obvious that his presence was temporarily embarrassed by the presence of his queen, but those who knew Kadh did not doubt much that he still depended on his intention to take the monkey dead if the opportunity arose, for Kadsh had a strong party force among the Opar population and priests. There were many who doubted La’d ever dared to irritate and anger such an important part of his people by killing or demoting a high priest who was in office by such old laws and customs that their origins had long since drowned in the darkness of antiquity.

Within several years, he had come up with an excuse at some point to delay the festivities that would unite him in a marriage with the high priest. He had, moreover, aroused in his people an abomination with tangible evidence of his madness to the ape; and though he had finally had to join Kadsh, he had in no way tried to conceal his anger and loathing against him. How long La could continue this with impunity was a question that often plagued those whose position in Opar depended on his popularity. And when Kadsh knew all these things, it was no wonder that he was burying the thoughts of embezzlement against the Queen. In alliance with him in these deceptive conspiracies was Oah, among other things, a female priest seeking La’n power and office. If La could clear the way, would Kadsh be influential enough to deliver Oahi as high priest. Oah had also promised to come to his wife and allow him to reign as king, but both were still bound by the fear of their flaming God, and therefore the spirit of La had been secured for the time being. However, even the slightest pain was enough to ignite the streams of embezzlement around him.

So far, yes, he had every right to forbid the high priest from sacrificing Tarzan. But his fate, perhaps even in his life, depended on the future treatment of the prisoner. If La had spared him, if he had in any way expressed the return of the great love he had once almost publicly acknowledged to feel for the ape, it would have been probable that his fate had been sealed. Whether unsure, he could even save the stranger’s life with impunity and set him free.

Kadsh and others were watching him closely now as he stepped up to Tarzan. After standing there silent for a moment, he glanced at the man.

“Is he already dead?” he asked.

“He wasn’t dead when Kadsh sent us away,” Duth dared to point out. “If he’s dead now, then Kadsh has killed him in our absence.”

“I didn’t kill him,” Kadsh replied. “As La our queen has told you, it will be his job. The eye of the blazing God will look at you, the high priestess of Opar. The knife is at your side, the sacrifice howls before you.”

Ignoring the man’s words, he turned to La Duth. “If he’s still alive,” he said, “put on a stretcher and carry him to Opar.”

Thus, Monkey Tarzan once again found himself in the old settlement city of the Atlantic. The effect of the narcotic fluid Krask drank for him lasted for many hours. There was a night when he opened his eyes, and for a moment he was confused by the darkness and silence surrounding him. At first he realized nothing but that he was creeping in a pile of fur and was unharmed, for he felt no pain. His memory of the last minute whitened through his fog of intoxicated brain, and unconsciousness had surprised him, and soon he realized the prank that had been made upon him.

How long he had been unaware and where he was now was enigmatic to him. Slowly, he stood up and found, with the exception of a slight dizziness, that he was completely intact. He fumbled gently around him in the dark, moving with hesitation, his hand outstretched, and always feeling carefully, to find some sure foothold. Almost at the same time, a stone wall stopped his progression, and as he followed it he soon found himself in a small rectangular room with only two openings — a door on each opposite side. Here he had help only from his sense of touch and smell. At first they only told him that he was tethered in an underground chamber, but as the effect of the narcotic evaporated, his instincts became sensitive, and when he was fully recovered, a strong impression came back to his mind of some familiar scents that lured his sense of smell — a vague hint that he had ever felt them before under similar conditions. At the same time there was from above, through the earth and the masonry, a faintly faint, horrible roar. Only as a whispering echo did it arrive in the delicate ears of the monkey man, but it was enough to bring back vivid memories to his mind and soon woke him up to realize what those familiar scents around him were. He finally knew he was in Opar’s dark, underground cave. Only as a whispering echo did it arrive in the delicate ears of the monkey man, but it was enough to bring back vivid memories to his mind and soon woke him up to realize what those familiar scents around him were. He finally knew he was in Opar’s dark, underground cave. Only as a whispering echo did it arrive in the delicate ears of the monkey man, but it was enough to bring back vivid memories to his mind and soon woke him up to realize what those familiar scents around him were. He finally knew he was in Opar’s dark, underground cave.

Above her in her chamber in the temple, High Priestess La threw on her sleepless bed. He knew all too well the mentality of his people and the deceit of High Priest Kadsh. He felt the religious fervor that encouraged the often insane deeds of his animal and ignorant subjects, and rightly guessed that Kadsh would incite them against him, unless he would once again be willing to sacrifice the ape to the Stigmatizing God. And as he struggled to figure out a way out of this dilemma, a dream escaped his eyes, for La was by no means going to sacrifice Monkey Tarzan. Although she was the high priestess of a horrible religion and the queen of the semi-animal race, she was also a woman — a woman, who had loved only once and bestowed his love on this divine monkey man who had come under his power again. Twice before, Tarzan had avoided his sacrificial knives; at the last moment, love had finally overcome jealousy and fervor, andwoman La had stated that she could never expose the life of the man she loved, as hopeless as she knew her love.

Tonight he had a riddle ahead of him that he felt almost completely lacking in the ability to solve. The fact that he was married to Kadhh removed from him even the last night of hope he may have ever had of becoming a monkey man’s wife. But his decision to save Tarza, if at all possible, was just as strong. Twice the monkey had saved him: once from a mad priest and once from a furious Tantor. Even then, he, too, had promised that on his return to Tarzan Opar he would arrive as a friend and be received with friendship.

But Kadsh’s influence was great, and La knew that that influence had been relentlessly used against the ape man — he had seen it evident from his subjects from the moment Tarzan was lifted on a stretcher to be brought to Opar. He had read it from the vicious gazes aimed at him. Sooner or later, they would dare to reveal him — all that was needed was a trivial new pretext that he knew they were eager to persecute in their anti-Tarzan attitude. It was already quite over midnight when he was approached by the rest of the priestess, who was always guarding his chamber outside the door.

“Duth would like to address you,” whispered the spirit of service.

“It’s late,” La replied, “and men are not allowed to enter this part of the temple. How did he come here and why?”

“He says he’s coming because of La, whose life is in great danger,” the girl replied.

“Then bring him here,” said La, “and as true as your life is precious to you, beware of spoiling it for anyone.”

“I will remain as silent as the stones of the altar,” the girl replied as she turned to leave the room.

After a moment, he returned, accompanied by Duth, who stopped a few steps from the high priest and greeted. La pointed to the escort to leave and then turned to the man, a questioning look on his face.

“Talk, Duth!” he ordered.

“We all know La loves a strange monkey,” said Duth, “and it is not for us, the lower priests, to criticize the thoughts and actions of our high priest. I just have to serve, as it is best to do those who are now conspiring against you.”

“What do you mean, Duth? Who’s plotting against me?”

“Right now, Kadsh, Oah and several priests and priestesses are carrying out a plan to destroy you. They will send spies to lurk you, knowing you will free the ape, because someone will come to you to tell you that allowing him to escape is the easiest way to solve the dilemma. , and then those who keep an eye on you will inform the people and the priests that they have seen your release to freedom. attack him and kill him before the Flaming God has twice fallen into the forest of the west. There is only one way you can save yourself, Opar’s La. ”

“And what is that means?” asked the high priestess.

“On the altar of our temple, you are to sacrifice the ape man to the
Stigmatizing God.”