Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
Tarzan smiled and slipped over the edge of the embrasure. In one hand
he carried the rod that he had retained as a weapon, with the other he
clung to the window ledge. Below him for eighteen huals dangled the
slender ladder of iron hooks, and below this, four hundred huals of
pitchy darkness hid the stone flagging of the inner courtyard. Perhaps
it roofed the great central throne room of the king, as was true in
the royal dome of Adendrohahkis; perhaps it was but an open court. The
truth was immaterial if the frail support slipped from the shallow
hole in the ledge above, or if one of the hooks straightened under the
weight of the ape-man.
Now he grasped the upper section of his ladder with the hand that held
his improvised weapon, removed the hand from the ledge and grasped
the rod again, still lower down. In this way he lowered his body a
few inches at a time. He moved very slowly for two reasons, the more
important of which was that he feared that any sudden strains upon
his series of hooks might straighten one of them and precipitate him
into the abyss below; the other was the necessity for silence. It was
very dark even this close to the summit of the dome, but that was
rather an advantage than otherwise, for it hid his presence from any
chance observer who might glance through one of the embrasures in the
opposite wall of the shaft. As he descended he felt in both directions
for an embrasure, but he was almost at the end of his ladder before
he felt himself swing slightly into one. When he had lowered himself
still farther and could look into the opening he saw that it was dark,
an indication that it did not lead into an inhabited chamber, a fact
for which he was thankful. He hoped, too, that the inner end of the
embrasure was not barred, nor the door beyond bolted upon the outside.
He whistled once, very low, for Komodoflorensal, and an instant later
he felt the movement of the iron ladder that told him his companion had
commenced the descent. The embrasure in which he stood was higher than
the one they had just quitted, permitting him to stand erect. There he
waited for the Trohanadalmakusian who was soon standing upon the ledge
beside him.
"Whew!" exclaimed the prince, in a whisper. "I should hate to have had
to do that in the daytime when I could have seen all the way to the
bottom. What next? We have come farther already than ever I dreamed
would be possible. Now I am commencing to believe that escape may lie
within the realm of possibilities."
"We haven't started yet," Tarzan assured him; "but we are going to now.
Come!"
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