"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?"
"One of my countrymen is a prisoner among the Kaji. With the help of the Zuli, I can set him free with all the rest of the Kaji prisoners. I am not so sure that I could do it alone. It would be difficult to get into Mafka's presence. He is more afraid and more careful than Woora."
"You haven't got into Woora's presence yet, except with your hands tied behind you," Lord reminded him.
"Is there any way to get into his room except from the throne- room?"
"There is a way, but you can't get in. Woora's room has a window looking onto this compound below us. The panther is there to guard Woora as well as to keep prisoners from escaping. You would have to pass through the compound to get to the window."
"That is not so good," mused the ape-man. "I'd have to make too much noise. I'd certainly arouse Woora by breaking the bars at his window."
"There are no bars there."
"But the panther! What's to keep him from entering and killing Woora?"
"Woora has even greater power over the panther than he has over us humans. He can control the beast's every act."
"You are sure there are no bars at the window?" demanded Tarzan.
"Absolutely sure, and the window is always open so that Woora can call the panther to him if he is ever in danger of attack."
"Excellent! I'll go in by the window."
"You insist on forgetting the panther."
"I have not forgotten him. Tell me something of Woora's habits. Who is with him? When does he arise? Where does he eat? When does he first go into the throne-room?"
"No one is with him in his sleeping room, ever. No one, as far as we know, has ever been in it, other than himself. His breakfast is handed in to him through a small opening near the floor on the side of the room opposite the throne-room. He gets up shortly after sunrise and eats immediately thereafter. He has a suite of three rooms. What he does there, only the Devil knows. Sometimes he has one of the women warriors come into one of his rooms. They never tell what they see there, or what happens. They are too terrified. What would be perhaps an hour after his breakfast, he comes into the throne-room. By this time many of the Zuli have congregated there. Charges are heard, punishments are meted out, the business of the day is attended to. That is, hunting parties and raiding parties are sent out; directions are given for the planting, cultivation, or harvesting of crops. Reports and complaints are listened to by Woora. Then he goes back to his apartments and remains there until the evening meal which he takes in the throne-room. That is his day, unless something unforeseen occurs such as the examination of a captive brought in unexpectedly, as you were."
"Good!" exclaimed the ape-man. "Everything can be made to conform to my plan."