Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
And after this they went in silence, winding up long, gentle inclines,
or again scaling the primitive ladders that the Minunians use to
reach the upper levels of their dome-houses between the occasional
levels that are not connected by the inclined runways, which are thus
frequently broken for purposes of defense, the ladders being easily
withdrawn upward behind hard pressed defenders and the advance of the
enemy thus more easily checked.
The royal dome of Elkomoelhago was of vast proportions, its summit
rising to an equivalent of over four hundred feet, had it been built
upon a scale corresponding to the relatively larger size of ordinary
mankind. Tarzan ascended until he was almost as far above ground as
he had been below ground in the quarry. Where the corridors on lower
levels had been crowded with humanity, those which they now traversed
were almost devoid of life. Occasionally they passed a tenanted
chamber, but far more generally the rooms were utilized for storage
purposes, especially for food, great quantities of which, cured, dried
and neatly wrapped, was packed ceiling-high in many large chambers.
The decorations of the walls were less ornate and the corridors
narrower, on the whole, than those at lower levels. However, they
passed through many large chambers, or halls, which were gorgeously
decorated, and in several of which were many people of both sexes and
all ages variously occupied, either with domestic activities or with
the handiwork of one art or another.
Here was a man working in silver, perhaps fashioning a bracelet
of delicate filigree, or another carving beautiful arabesques
upon leather. There were makers of pottery, weavers of cloth,
metal stampers, painters, makers of candles, and these appeared to
predominate, for the candle was in truth life to these people.
And then, at last, they reached the highest level, far above the
ground, where the rooms were much closer to daylight because of the
diminished thickness of the walls near the summit of the dome, but
even here were the ever-present candles. Suddenly the walls of the
corridor became gorgeously decorated, the number of candles increased,
and Tarzan sensed that they were approaching the quarters of a rich
or powerful noble. They halted, now, before a doorway where stood a
sentinel, with whom one of the warriors conducting them communicated.
"Tell Zoanthrohago Zertol that we have brought Zuanthrol and another
slave who can communicate with him in a strange tongue."
The sentinel struck a heavy gong with his lance and presently, from
the interior of the chamber, a man appeared to whom the sentinel
repeated the warrior's message.
"Let them enter," said the newcomer, who was a white-tunicked slave;
"my glorious master, Zoanthrohago Zertol, expects his slave Zuanthrol.
Follow me!"
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