Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
The ape-man acknowledged the courtesy with a bow. "The friendship
of Adendrohahkis is a sacred honor, ennobling those who wear it. I
shall guard it always with my life, as my most treasured possession,"
he said in a low voice; nor was the Lord of the Jungle moved by any
maudlin sentimentality as he addressed the king. For these little
people he had long since acknowledged to himself a keen admiration
and for the personal character of Adendrohahkis he had come to have
the most profound respect. Never since he had learned their language
had he ceased his inquiries concerning the manners and the customs
of these people, and he had found the personality of Adendrohahkis
so inextricably interwoven with the lives of his subjects that in
receiving the answers to his questions he could not but absorb
unquestionable evidence of the glories of the king's character.
Adendrohahkis seemed pleased with his words, which he acknowledged
graciously, and then the ape-man withdrew and started toward the front.
On the way he tore a leafy branch from a tree that grew beside his path
for the thought had occurred to him that such a weapon might be useful
against Minunians and he knew not what the day might hold.
He had just passed the advanced infantry when a courier sped by him
on a mad race toward the city. Tarzan strained his eyes ahead, but
he could see no sign of battle and when he reached the main cavalry
advance there was still no indication of an enemy as far ahead as he
could see.
Prince Komodoflorensal greeted him warmly and looked a little
wonderingly, perhaps, at the leafy branch he carried across one
shoulder.
"What news?" asked Tarzan.
"I have just sent a messenger to the king," replied the prince,
"reporting that our scouts have come in touch with those of the enemy,
who are, as we thought, the Veltopismakusians. A strong patrol from
the outpost in our front pushed through the enemy's scout line and
one courageous warrior even managed to penetrate as far as the summit
of the Hill of Gartolas, from which he saw the entire main body of the
enemy forming for attack. He says there are between twenty and thirty
thousand of them."
As Komodoflorensal ceased speaking, a wave of sound came rolling toward
them from the west.
"They are coming!" announced the prince.
CHAPTER VIII
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