Their
enemies slain, Tarzan and Thorik hauled Sybil up the cliff and began their
perilous trek toward the land of the Vikings. Their goal was many marches
toward the distant mountains, but their path lay through dark dense forests.
Tarzan's jungle skill and swift arrows provided them with food and protected
them from marauding beasts.
One day the jungle lord said to Bohgdu: "You go south
to your own ape-people, we go among cruel men. They may kill us all!"
The faithful Bohgdu answered: "Tarzan is king of the apes.
I follow Tarzan my king." The ape-man smiled.
Meanwhile, the love-stricken Sybil sought Thorik's favor,
but he gave her no more attention than courtesy required. At last the travelers
attained a high peak and looked down upon a vast valley, where a town nestled
on the shore of an inland sea. Tarzan's keen eyes caught the excited movements
of many men, seemingly preparing for an expedition. These warriors, he
judged, were true Vikings, descended from an ancient, shipwrecked band
of sea-roving Norsemen.
"There," Thorik nodded, "Erik sites on the throne that
is mine and plans ruthless war on our peaceful neighbors."
"I shall make camp for you here," said Tarzan, "and then
go down into the valley to reconnoiter."
Even the brave Thorik was aghast at Tarzan's audacity.
"You will be captured and killed!" he warned.
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