As their ship approached cannon boomed from the deck of the anchored
warships, and the salute was returned by their own craft, which finally
came to anchor in midstream, opposite the city.
Small boats put out from the shore and were paddled rapidly toward the
warship, which also lowered some of her own boats, into one of which
Tanar was ordered under charge of an officer and a couple of sailors. As
he was taken to shore and marched along the street he excited
considerable attention among the crowds through which they passed, for
he was immediately recognized as a barbarian captive from some
uncivilized quarter of Pellucidar.
During the debarkation Tanar had seen nothing of either Stellara or Gura
and now he wondered if he was ever to see them again. His mind was
filled with the same sad thoughts that had been his companions during
the entire course of the long journey from Hime to Korsar and which had
finally convinced him that he had never known the true Stellara until
she had avowed herself upon the deck of the ship in the harbor of Carn.
Yes, he was all right upon Amiocap, but in Korsar he was only a naked
savage, and this fact was borne in upon him now by the convincing
evidence of the haughty contempt with which the natives of Korsar stared
at him or exchanged rude jokes at his expense.
It hurt the Sarian’s pride to think that he had been so deceived by the
woman to whom he had given all his love. He would have staked his life
upon his belief that here was the sweetest and purest and most loyal of
characters, and to learn at last that she was shallow and insincere cut
him to the quick and his suffering was lightened by but a single
thought—his unquestioned belief in the sweet and enduring friendship of
Gura.
It was with such thoughts that his mind was occupied as he was led into
a building along the waterfront, which seemed to be in the nature of a
guardhouse.
Here he was turned over to an officer in charge, and, after a few brief
questions, two soldiers conducted him into another room, raised a heavy
trap door in the floor and bade him descend a rude ladder that led
downward into darkness below.
No sooner had his head descended below the floor joists than the door
was slammed down above him. He heard the grating of a heavy bolt as the
soldiers shut it and then the thud of their footsteps as they left the
room above.
Descending slowly for about ten feet Tanar came at last to the surface
of a stone floor. His eyes becoming accustomed to the change, he
realized that the apartment into which he had descended was not in total
darkness, but that daylight filtered into it from a small, barred window
near the ceiling. Looking about him he saw that he was the only occupant
of the room.
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