Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
"I am going to keep her," replied the son of The First Woman. "I do not
like to cook. She shall cook for me. If she refuses I shall stick her
with this," and he made a jab toward the young woman's ribs with his
spear, a gesture that caused her to cower and drop fearfully upon one
knee.
The men jumped up and down in excitement as the value of this plan and
the evident terror of the woman for the man sank into their dull souls.
"Where are the women?" they signed to one another; but the women had
disappeared.
One of the men started off in the direction they had gone. "I go!" he
signaled. "I come back with a woman of my own, to cook for me!" In a
mad rush the others followed him, leaving the son of The First Woman
alone with his she. He turned upon her.
"You will cook for me?" he demanded.
To his signs she but returned a sullen, snarling visage. The son of
The First Woman raised his spear and with the heavy shaft struck the
girl upon the head, knocking her down, and he stood over her, himself
snarling and scowling, menacing her with further punishment, while she
cowered where she had fallen. He kicked her in the side.
"Get up!" he commanded.
Slowly she crawled to her knees and embracing his legs gazed up into
his face with an expression of doglike adulation and devotion.
"You will cook for me?" he demanded again.
"Forever!" she replied in the sign language of their people.
Tarzan had remained but a short time in the little room adjoining
that in which Zoanthrohago had received Elkomoelhago, when he was
summoned to appear before them alone, and as he entered the room his
master motioned him to approach the desk behind which the two men sat.
There was no other person in the room, even the warriors having been
dismissed.
"You are quite positive that he understands nothing of our language?"
demanded the king.
"He has not spoken a word since he was captured," replied Zoanthrohago.
"We had supposed him some new form of Zertalacolol until it was
discovered that he possessed a language through which he was able to
communicate with the other Trohanadalmakusian slave. It is perfectly
safe to speak freely before him, All-Wise."
Elkomoelhago cast a quick, suspicious glance at his companion. He
would have preferred that Zoanthrohago of all men address him as
All-Glorious--it was less definite in its implication. He might deceive
others, even himself, as to his wisdom, but he was perfectly aware that
he could not fool Zoanthrohago.
"We have never discussed fully," said the king, "the details of this
experiment. It was for this purpose that I came to the laboratory
today. Now that we have the subject here let us go into the matter
fully and determine what next step we should take."
"Yes, All-Wise," replied Zoanthrohago.
"Call me Thagosoto," snapped Elkomoelhago.
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