riors motioned him on down the corridor, which, as

they proceeded, he was aware changed rapidly in appearance. The rough bowlder walls were plas­tered now and decorated with colored paintings portraying, most often, battle scenes and happen­ings of the hunt, usually framed in panels bor­dered in intricate, formal designs. Vivid color­ings predominated. Many-hued candles burned in frequent niches. Gorgeously trapped warriors were numerous. The green-tunicked slave almost disappeared, while the white tunics of the higher caste bondsmen were of richer material and the slaves themselves often resplendently trapped with jewels and fine leather.

The splendor of the scene, the brilliancy of the lighting, increased until the corridor came to an abrupt end before two massive doors of ham­mered gold in front of which stood gorgeously trapped warriors who halted them and questioned the commander of the escort as to their business.

"By the king’s command we bring the slave of Zoanthrohago," replied the commander; "the giant who was taken prisoner at Trohanadal­makus."

The warrior who had challenged them turnedto one of his fellows. "Go with this message and deliver it to the king!" he said.

After the messenger had departed the warriors fell to examining Tarzan and asking many ques­tions concerning him, to few of which could his