Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
When at last he reached the tower, he found that it had many openings
letting upon the roof—openings which were closed only with hangings of
the heavy tapestried stuff which he had seen in the tower. Drawing one
of these slightly aside he looked within upon a large chamber, bare of
furnishings, from the center of which there protruded through a circular
aperture the top of a stairway similar to that he had ascended in the
east tower. There was no one in sight within the chamber, and Tarzan
crossed immediately to the stairway. Peering cautiously into the opening
Tarzan saw that the stairway descended for a great distance, passing
many floors. How far it went he could not judge, except it seemed likely
that it pierced subterranean chambers beneath the palace. Sounds of life
came up to him through the shaft, and odors, too, but the latter largely
nullified, in so far as the scent impressions which they offered Tarzan
were concerned, by the heavy incense which pervaded the entire palace.
It was this perfume that was to prove the ape-man’s undoing, for
otherwise his keen nostrils would have detected the scent of a near-by
Gomangani. The fellow lay behind one of the hangings at an aperture in
the tower wall. He had been lying in such a position that he had seen
Tarzan enter the chamber, and he was watching him now as the ape-man
stood looking down the shaft of the stairway. The eyes of the black had
at first gone wide in terror at sight of this strange apparition, the
like of which he had never seen before. Had the creature been of
sufficient intelligence to harbor superstition, he would have thought
Tarzan a god descended from above. But being of too low an order to
possess any imagination whatsoever, he merely knew that he saw a strange
creature, and that all strange creatures must be enemies, he was
convinced. His duty was to apprise his masters of this presence in the
palace, but he did not dare to move until the apparition had reached a
sufficient distance from him to insure that the movements of the
Gomangani would not be noticed by the intruder—he did not care to call
attention to himself, for he had found that the more one effaced oneself
in the presence of the Bolgani, the less one was likely to suffer. For a
long time the stranger peered down the shaft of the stairway, and for a
long time the Gomangani lay quietly watching him. But at last the former
descended the stairs and passed out of sight of the watcher, who
immediately leaped to his feet and scurried away across the roof of the
palace toward a large tower arising at its western end.
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