Edgar Burroughs - Tarzan the Magnificent
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"Woora believes that I am the instigator of the plot, and so he wants to destroy me. Of course, he could do that at any time he wishes, but he is a wily old devil and is trying to hide the fact that he has any suspicions. In this way he hopes to trap all of the plotters eventually, killing them one by one on one pretext or another."
"How can you know so much of his plans?" demanded the ape-man.
"Even in this land of horror and iniquity there is sometimes love," replied Lord, "and there is always lust. A woman close to Woora is honestly in love with one of us. Woora has talked too much to her-that is all. He is supposed to be above temptations of the flesh, but he is not.
"But now everything is spoiled. The others will be afraid. They will stay on until they die."
"You are an Englishman, aren't you?" asked Tarzan.
Lord nodded. "Yes," he said; "I was an Englishman, but God only knows what I am now. I've been here twenty years –here and in Kaji. The Kaji caught me originally; then the Zuli got me in one of their raids."
"I thought Woora killed the Kaji he caught," said the apeman. "He was going to have me killed because he thought I was a Kaji, or at least I assumed he was from what I heard after we reached the city."
"Yes, he kills them all now because we have all the men we need; but in those days there were not enough men. We can only support a limited number of people. There's plenty of meat, for game is plentiful; but fruits and vegetables are scarce. As it is, we breed more than enough to keep up the population-in fact, too many. Most of the babies are killed. Then, too, the women are pretty white. That is what they have been breeding for for God knows how many generations; so there isn't much need for new white blood. It's very rare now that a baby is born with Negroid characteristics, but of course occasionally there is a throwback."
"Why do they want to be white?" asked Tarzan.
"The Lord only knows. They never see anyone but themselves and never will. The original reason is lost in the past –dead with those who conceived it. Unless, perhaps, Woora and Mafka know. It is said they have been here forever-that they are deathless; but of course that is not true.
"I have a theory about them that is based upon various snatches of information that I have picked up during the past twenty years. They are identical twins who came from Columbia many years ago bringing with them the great emerald, which they probably stole. How they came into possession of the Gonfal of the Kaji, I don't know. Doubtless they murdered someone who was trying to get out of the country with it.
"That they have uncanny occult powers there is no doubt, and the very fact that they believe these dependent upon the great diamond of the Kaji and the emerald of the Zuli may very probably have caused this to be true; so if either Mafka or Woora were deprived of his stone his power would be lost. But killing them would make it surer. We were taking no chances; we were going to kill Woora. But now, as far as I am concerned, the dream is over. I'll go to the lions; you'll be tortured to death."
"Why the difference?" asked Tarzan.
"I'll furnish sport for Woora in the lion yard, but he won't risk you. They might tear you to pieces, head and all; and Woora wants your brain. I'm sure of that."
"Why does he want it?"
"You had him guessing; I could see that, and he figures that any one who can do that must have a pretty good brain; so he wants it."
"But why?" insisted the ape-man.
"To eat."
"Oh, I see," said Tarzan. "He believes that if one eats the part in which another excels one acquires a measure of this excellence. I have seen it before, often. A warrior eats the heart of a brave enemy to increase his own courage, or the soles of the feet of a swift runner to accelerate his own speed, or the palms of the hands of a clever artisan."
"It is all rot," said Lord.
"I do not know," admitted Tarzan. "I have lived in Africa all my life, and there are many things that I have learned not to deny simply because I do not understand them. But there is one thing that I guess."
"What is that?"
"That Woora will not eat my brain; nor will you go to the lions if you care to escape."
"Escape!" scoffed Lord. "There is no escape."
"Perhaps not," admitted the ape-man. "I said only that I guessed; I did not say that I knew."
"How can we escape?" demanded Lord. "Look at that door; see the bars on that window, and below the window
"The panther," Tarzan concluded for him.
"How did you know a panther was there?" Lord's tone bespoke incredulity.
"The scent of Sheeta is strong," replied the ape-man. "I noticed it the instant I came into this room, and when I went to the window I knew that he was in the compound beneath-a male panther."
Lord shook his head. "Well, I don't know how you did it; but you're right."
Tarzan walked to the window and examined the bars and the casing in which they were set.
"Stupid," he said.
"What is stupid?" asked Lord.
"Whoever designed this. Look." He seized two of the bars close to the sill and surged backward with all his strength and all his weight. There was a rending of wood as the entire window frame was torn from its seat; then he laid the frame with all its bars upon the floor of the room.
Lord whistled. "Man!" he exclaimed. "You're strong as a bull; but don't forget the panther, and the noise'll probably bring the guard."
"We'll be ready for them," Tarzan assured him. He had seized the window frame again, and a moment later he had torn it apart. The bars fell from their sockets. Tarzan picked up two of them and handed one to Lord. "These will make fair weapons," he said.
They waited in silence for a while, but no guard came. Apparently only the panther had been disturbed. He was growling now; and when they went to the window, they saw him standing in the center of the compound looking up at them. He was a large beast and coal black.
Tarzan turned to his companion. "Could you get away if we got outside the city?" he asked. "Or has Woora the same power to direct the movements of his victims at a distance that Mafka has?"
"There's the rub," admitted Lord. "That's the reason we'd planned on killing him."
"How does he stand with the Zuli? Are they loyal to him?"
"The only hold he has upon them is based on terror. They fear and hate him."
"The women, too?"
"Yes, every one."
"What would happen here if he were dead?" asked Tarzan.
"The blacks and whites who are prisoners and slaves would combine with the women in an attempt to fight our way out into the outer world. The blacks and whites (they are all men) want to get back to their own homes. The women, the true Zuli, have heard so much about the world they have never seen that they want to get out, too. They know from what the whites have told them that they would be rich from the proceeds of the sale of the great emerald; and while they have no first-hand knowledge of money, they have learned enough from the white men here to understand that it will get them everything their hearts desire-especially more white men. Here, each of the whites is married to anywhere from seven to a dozen Zuli women because there are so few of us; so the height of the ambition of every Zuli is to have a husband of her own."
"Why don't they kill Woora themselves, then?"
"Fear of his supernatural powers. Not only would they not kill him themselves, they would protect his life from others; but when he was once dead, then it would be different."
"Where is he?" asked Tarzan. "Where does he sleep?"
"In a room directly behind his throne," replied Lord. "But why? Why do you ask? You're not-?"
"I am going to kill him. There is no other way."
Lord shook his head. "It can't be done. Man, he is almost as powerful as God and almost as omniscient. But anyway, why are you doing it?"
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