Tragic Maid ~ 35.07.14 ~ #227
In
vain did Thorik seek to dissuade Tarzan from his hazardous journey to the
Viking town.
"If we would lay plans to regain your throne," the ape-man
answered calmly," we must know what is astir there." Then he went down
into the valley and when night fell he ventured into the stronghold of
Thorik's enemies. Sounds of the merrymaking drew him toward the feasting
hall, were a guard leaped suddenly from the shadows. But Tarzan's fatal
fingers flew out and throttled the outcry in his enemy's throat. Then he
was free to look upon the boisterous scene within, where Red Erik occupied
a lordly throne, ensconced among his warriors. Beside the brutal usurper
sat a beautiful fair-haired girl. Weighed down with a heavy sadness, while
. . . a bard sand of Erik's strong and bloody deeds -- how he slew king
Thorgest and sent Thorik, his son, into fatal exile.
"And tomorrow," a drunken warrior laughed, "our new king
shall wed the fair Sigreda, who was Thorik's betrothed.
The heart of Tarzan was filled with pity and anger as
he pondered the forced marriage of Thorik's beloved.
Then Sigreda arose majestically. "My dear Thorik is dead,"
she cried. "Rather than wed his slayer, I too shall die!"
Swiftly she plucked a dagger from Erik's belt. The shining
steel fluttered like a bird -- then flew straight for Sigreda's aching
heart!
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