Janzara looked through the tiny crack that Tarzan had opened the door and saw the corridor and the man. "Good!" she exclaimed. "It is my own corridor and the warrior is on guard before my door. I know him well. Through me he has escaped payment of his taxes for the past thirty moons. He would die for me. Come! we have nothing to fear," and stepping boldly into the corridor she approached the sentry, the others following behind her. Until he recognized her there was danger that the fellow would raise an alarm, but the moment he saw who it was he was as wax in her hands. "You are blind," she told him. "If the Princess Janzara wishes it," he replied. She told him what she wished--five diadets and some heavy, warriors' wraps. He eyed those who were with her, and evidently recognized Zoanthrohago and guessed who the two other men were. "Not only shall I be blind for my princess," he said; "but tomorrow I shall be dead for her." "Fetch six diadets, then," said the princess. Then she turned toward Komodoflorensal. "You are Prince Royal of Trohanadalmakus?" she asked. "I am," he replied. "And if we show you the way to liberty you will not enslave us?" "I shall take you to the city as my own slaves and then liberate you," he replied. "It is something that has seldom if ever been done," she mused; "not in the memory of living man in Veltopismakus. I wonder if your sire will permit it." "The thing is not without precedent," replied Komodoflorensal. "It has been done but rarely, yet it _has_ been done. I think you may feel assured of a friendly welcome at the court of Adendrohahkis, where the wisdom of Zoanthrohago will not go unappreciated or unrewarded." It was a long time before the warrior returned with the diadets. His face was covered with perspiration and his hands with blood. "I had to fight for them," he said, "and we shall have to fight to use them if we do not hurry. Here, Prince, I brought you weapons," and he handed a sword and dagger to Zoanthrohago. They mounted quickly. It was Tarzan's first experience upon one of the wiry, active, little mounts of the Minunians; but he found the saddle well designed and the diadet easily controlled. "They will be following me from the King's Corridor," explained Oratharc, the warrior who had fetched the diadets. "It would be best, then, to leave by one of the others."