Stepping back into the apartment he seized a leathern thong that depended from the ceiling.He pulled upon it sharply and through the temple boomed the deep tones of a metal gong.Five times the clanging notes rang through the corridors, then he turned toward the two priests."Bring the woman and follow me," he directed.
Crossing the chamber he passed through a small doorway, the others lifting Jane Clayton from the floor and following him.
Through a narrow corridor and up a flight of steps they went, turning to right and left and doubling back through a maze of winding passageways which terminated in a spiral staircase that gave forth at the surface of the ground within the largest of the inner altar courts close beside the eastern altar.
From all directions now, in the corridors below and the grounds above, came the sound of hurrying footsteps.The five strokes of the great gong had summoned the faithful to the defense of Lu-don in his private chambers.The priests who knew the way led the less familiar warriors to the spot and presently those who had accompanied Tarzan found themselves not only leaderless but facing a vastly superior force.They were brave men but under the circumstances they were helpless and so they fell back the way they had come, and when they reached the narrow confines of the smaller passageway their safety was assured since only one foeman could attack them at a time.But their plans were frustrated and possibly also their entire cause lost, so heavily had Ja-don banked upon the success of their venture.
With the clanging of the temple gong Ja-don assumed that Tarzan and his party had struck their initial blow and so he launched his attack upon the palace gate.To the ears of Lu-don in the inner temple court came the savage war cries that announced the beginning of the battle.Leaving Pan-sat and the other priest to guard the woman he hastened toward the palace personally to direct his force and as he passed through the temple grounds he dispatched a messenger to learn the outcome of the fight in the corridors below, and other messengers to spread the news among his followers that the false Dor-ul-Otho was a prisoner in the temple.
As the din of battle rose above A-lur, Lieutenant Erich Obergatz turned upon his bed of soft hides and sat up.He rubbed his eyes and looked about him.It was still dark without.
"I am Jad-ben-Otho," he cried, "who dares disturb my slumber?"
A slave squatting upon the floor at the foot of his couch shuddered and touched her forehead to the floor."It must be that the enemy have come, O Jad-ben-Otho." She spoke soothingly for she had reason to know the terrors of the mad frenzy into which trivial things sometimes threw the Great God.
A priest burst suddenly through the hangings of the doorway and falling upon his hands and knees rubbed his forehead against the stone flagging."O Jad-ben-Otho," he cried, "the warriors of Ja-don have attacked the palace and the temple.Even now they are fighting in the corridors near the quarters of Lu-don, and the high priest begs that you come to the palace and encourage your faithful warriors by your presence."
Obergatz sprang to his feet."I am Jad-ben-Otho," he screamed.
"With lightning I will blast the blasphemers who dare attack the holy city of A-lur."
For a moment he rushed aimlessly and madly about the room, while the priest and the slave remained upon hands and knees with their foreheads against the floor.
"Come," cried Obergatz, planting a vicious kick in the side of the slave girl."Come! Would you wait here all day while the forces of darkness overwhelm the City of Light?"
Thoroughly frightened as were all those who were forced to serve the Great God, the two arose and followed Obergatz towards the palace.
Above the shouting of the warriors rose constantly the cries of the temple priests: "Jad-ben-Otho is here and the false Dor-ul-Otho is a prisoner in the temple." The persistent cries reached even to the ears of the enemy as it was intended that they should.
