Official Edgar Rice Burroughs Tribute and Weekly Webzine Site Since 1996 ~ Over 15,000 Web Pages in Archive Volume 7489e ERB’S RABBIT HOLE: TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN https://www.erbzine.com/mag4/0497.html Chapter 13 A Commentary By Woodrow Edgar Nichols, Jr.

            There will some descriptions in this chapter that I will be unable to copy in this commentary, but they mainly appear as vertical ovals, like an Egyptian cartouche, on Page 135 in the Authorized Hardback published by ERB Inc., which is a beautful book to behold and read. Likewise, I will be unable to duplicate the number digit for “cubed”, which is the number 800 with a small 3 in the upper right corner, writing instead “800 cubed.” With that out of the way, let us return to the quarries.

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Chapter Thirteen: In the Royal Dome

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            As Talaskar was preparing their breakfast the following morning, Komodoflorensal remarked to Tarzan that he wished they two could be employed upon the same work, that they might be always together.

            “If there is ever the chance for escape that you seem to think will some day present itself,” he said, “then it will be well if we are together.”

            “When we go,” replied Tarzan, “we must take Talaskar with us.”

            Komodoflorensal shot a swift glance at the ape-man, but made no comment upon his suggestion.

            “You would take me with you?” exclaimed Talaskar. “Ah, if such a dream could but be realized! I would go with you to Trohanadalmakus and be your slave, for I know that you would not harm me; but, alas, it can be nothing more than a pleasant daydream, enduring for a brief time, for Kalfastoban has spoken for me and doubtless my master will be glad to sell me to him, for I have heard it said among the slaves that he sells many of his each year to raise money to pay his taxes.”

            “We will do what we can, Talaskar,” said Tarzan, “and if Aoponato and I find a means of escape we will take you with us; but first he and I must find a way to be together more.”

            “I have a plan,” said Komodoflorensal, “that might prove successful. They believe that you neither speak nor understand our language. To work a slave with whom they cannot communicate is, to say the least, annoying. I shall tell them that I can communicate with you, when it is quite probable that they will assign us to the same crew.”

            “But how will you communicate with without using the Minunian language?” demanded the ape-man.

            “Leave that to me,” replied Komodoflorensal. “Until they discover in some other way that you speak Minunian I can continue to deceive them.”

            It was not long before the fruits of Komodoflorensal’s plan ripened. The guards had come for the slaves and the various parties had gone forth from the sleeping chamber, joining in the corridors without the thousands of others wending their way to the scene of their daily labor. The ape-man joined the timbering crew at the extension of the thirteenth tunnel at the thirty-sixth level where he once more attacked the monotonous work of shoring the sides and roof of the shaft with an enthusiasm that elicited commendation from even the surly Kalfastoban, though Caraftap, who was removing rocks just ahead of Tarzan, often shot venomous looks at the ape-man.

            The work had been progressing for perhaps two or three hours when two warriors descended the tunnel and halted beside Kalfastoban. They were escorting a green-tunicked slave, to whom Tarzan paid no more attention than he did to the warriors until a scrap of the conversation between the warriors and Kalfastoban reached his ears, then he shot a quick glance in the direction of the four and saw that the slave was Komodoflorensal, Prince of Trohanadalmakus, known in the quarries of Veltopismakus as Slave Aoponato, or 800 cubed + 19, which is written in Minunian hieroglyphics [here ERB’s sketch of an oval cartouche with numbers is inserted]

            Tarzan’s number, Aoponatando, 800 cubed + 21, appeared thus, upon the shoulder of his green tunic: [again ERB’s sketch is inserted.] Although the Minunian form occupies less space than would our English equivalent of Tarzan’s number, which is 512,000,021, it would be more difficult to read if expressed in English words, for it then would be, ten times ten times eight, cubed, plus seven times three; but the Minunians translate it in no such way. To them it is whole number, Aopontando, which represents at first glance a single quantity as surely as do the digits 37 represent to our minds an invariable amount, a certain, definite measure of quantity which we never think of as three times ten plus seven, which, in reality, it is. The Minunian system of numerals, while unthinkably cumbersome and awkward from the European point of view, is, however, not without its merits.

            As Tarzan looked up Komodoflorensal caught his eye and winked and then Kalfastoban beckoned to the ape-man, who crossed the corridor and stood in silence before the Vental.

            “Let us hear you talk to him,” cried Kalfastoban to Komodoflorensal. “I don’t believe that he will understand you. How could he when he cannot understand us?” The fellow could not conceive of another language than his own.

            “I will ask him in his own language,” said Komodoflorensal, “if he understands me, and you will see that he nods his head affirmatively.”

            “Very good,” cried Kalfastoban; “ask him.”

            Komodoflorensal turned toward Tarzan and voiced a dozen syllables of incomprehensible gibberish and when he was done the ape-man nodded his head.

            “You see?” demanded Komodoflorensal.

            Kalfastoban scratched his head. “It is even as he says,” he admitted, ruefully, “the Zertalacolol has a language.”

            Tarzan did not smile, though he would have liked to, at the clever manner in which Komodoflorensal had deceived the Veltopismakusians into believing that he had communicated with Tarzan in a strange language. As long as he could contrive to put all his communications into questions that could be answered by yes or no, the deception would be easily maintained; but under circumstances that made this impossible some embarrassments might be expected to arise, and he wondered how resourceful the Trohanadalmakusian would handle these.

            “Tell him,” said one of the warriors to Komodoflorensal, “that his master, Zoanthrohago, has sent for him, and ask him if he fully understands that he is a slave and upon his good behavior depends his comfort; yes, even his life, for Zoanthrohago has the power of life and death over him; as much so as have the royal family. If he comes docilely to his master and is obedient he will not fare ill, but if he be lazy, impudent, or threatening he may expect to taste the point of a freeman’s sword.”

            Komodoflorensal strung out, this time, a much longer series of senseless syllables, until he could scarce compose his features to comport with the seriousness of his mien.

            “Tell them,” said Tarzan, in English, which, of course, not one of them understood, “that at the first opportunity I shall break the neck of my master; that it would require but little incentive to cause me to seize one of these timbers and crack the skull of Kalfastoban and the rest of the warriors about us; and I shall run away at the first opportunity and take you and Talaskar with me.”

            Komodoflorensal listened intently until Tarzan had ceased speaking and then turned to the two warriors who had come with him to find the ape-man.

            “Zuanthrol says that he fully understands his position and he is glad to serve the noble and illustrious Zoanthrohago, from whom he claims but a single boon,” translated the Trohanadalmakusian prince, rather freely.

            “And what boon is that?” demanded one of the warriors.

            “That I be permitted to accompany him that he may thus better fulfill the wishes of his master, since without me he could not even know what was desired of him,” explained Aoponato.

            Tarzan understood now how Komodoflorensal would surmount whatever difficulties of communication might arise and he felt that he would be safe in the hands of his quick-witted friend for as long a time as he cared to pretend ignorance of the Minunian tongue.

            “The thought was even in our minds, slave, when we heard that you could communicate with this fellow,” said the warrior to whom Komodoflorensal had addressed the suggestion. “You shall both be taken to Zoanthrohago, who will doubtless decide his wishes without consulting you or any other slave. Come! Kalfastoban Vental, we assume reponsibility for the Slave Zuanthrol,” and they handed the Vental a slip of paper upon which they had marked some curious hieroglyphics.

            Then, with swords drawn, they motioned Komodoflorensal and Tarzan to precede them along the corridor, for the story of Tarzan’s handling of Caraftap had reached even to the guard-room of the quarry, and these warriors were taking no chances.

            The way led through a straight corridor and up a winding spiral runway to the surface, where Tarzan greeted the sunlight and the fresh air almost with a sob of gratitude, for to be shut away from them for even a brief day was to the ape-man cruel punishment, indeed. Here he saw again the vast, endless multitude of slaves bearing their heavy burdens to and fro, the trim warriors who paced haughtily upon either flank of the long lines of toiling serfs, the richly trapped nobles of the higher castes and the innumerable white-tunicked slaves who darted hither and thither upon the errands of their masters, or upon their own business or pleasure, for many of these had a certain freedom and independence that gave them almost the standing of freedmen. Always were these slaves of the white tunic owned by a master, but, especially in the case of skilled artisans, about the only allegiance they owed to this master was to pay him a certain percentage of their incomes. They constituted the bourgeoisie of Minuni and also the higher caste serving class. Unlike the green-tunicked slaves, no guard was placed over them to prevent their escape, since there was no danger that they would attempt to escape, there being no city in Minuni where their estate would be improved, for any other city than that of their birth, would treat them as alien prisoners, reducing them immediately to the green tunic and lifelong hard labor.

            The domes of Veltopismakus were as imposing as those of Trohanadalmakus. In fact, to Tarzan, they appeared infinitely larger since now one-fourth the size he had been when he had left Trohanadalmakus. There were eight of them fully occupied and another in course of construction, for the surface population of Veltopismakus was already four hundred and eighty thousand souls, and as overcrowding was not permitted in the king’s dome the remaining seven were packed densely with humanity.

            It was to the royal dome that Tarzan and Komodoflorensal were conducted, but they did not enter by the way of the King’s Corridor, before the gates of which fluttered the white and gold of the royal standards. Instead they were escorted to the Warrior’s Corridor, which opens toward the west. Unlike the city of Trohanadalmakus, Veltopismakus was beautiful in the areas between the domes with flowers and shrubbery and trees, among which wound graveled walks and broad roadways. The royal dome faced upon a large parade where a body of mounted warriors were at drill. There were a thousand of them, forming an amak, consisting of four novands of two hundred fifty men each, the larger body being commanded by a kamak and the smaller by a novand. Five entex of fifty men each compose an novand, there being five ventals of ten men each to an entex; these latter units commanded by a vental and a ventex, respectively. The evolutions of the amak were performed with kaleidoscopic rapidity, so quick upon their feet and so well trained were the tiny diadets. There was one evolution in particular, performed while he was passing, that greatly interested the ape-man. Two novands formed line at one end of the parade and two at the other and at the command of the kamak the thousand men charged swiftly down the field in two solid ranks that approached one another with the speed of an express train. Just when it seemed impossible that a serious accident could be averted, when it seemed that in another instant diadets and riders must crash together in a bloody jumble of broken bones, the warriors rushing so swiftly toward the east raised their agile mounts, which fairly flew above the heads of the opposing force and alighting upon the other side in an unbroken line continued to the far end of the field.

            Tarzan was commenting on this maneuver and upon the beauties of the landscaping of the city of Veltopismakus to Komodoflorensal as they proceeded along the Warrior’s Corridor, sufficiently ahead of their escort that Tarzan might speak in a low tone without the guard being cognizant of the fact that he was using the language of Minuni.

            “It is a beautful evolution,” repled Komodoflorensal, “and it was performed with a precision seldom attained. I have heard that Elkomoelhago’s troops are famous for the perfection of their drill, and as justly so as is Veltopismakus for the beauty of their walks and gardens; but, my friend, these very things constitute the weakness of the city. While Elkomoelhago’s are practicing to perfect their appearance upon parade, the warrior’s of my father, Adendrohahkis, are far afield, out of sight of admiring women and spying slaves, practicing the art of war under the rough conditions of the field and camp. The amaks of Elkomoelhago might easily defeat those of Adendrohahkis in a contest for the most beautiful, but it was not long since you saw less than fifteen thousand Trohanadalmakusians repulse fully thirty thousand warriors of Veltopismakus, for they never passed the infantry line that day. Yes, they can drill beautifully upon parade and they are courageous, all Minunians are that, but they have not been trained in the sterner arts of war – it is not the way of Elkomoelhago. He is soft and effeminate. He cares not for war. He listens to the advice he likes best – the advice of the weaklings and the women who urge him to refrain from war entirely, which would be not altogether bad if he could persuade the other fellow to refrain, also.

            “The beautiful trees and shrubs that almost make a forest of Veltopismakus, and which you so admire! I, too, admire them – especially do I admire them in the city of an enemy. How easy it would be for a Trohanadalmakusian army to creep through the night, hidden by the beautful trees and shrubs, to the very gateways of the domes of Veltopismakus! Do you understand now, my friend, why you saw less perfect maneuvers upon the parade grounds of my city than you have seen here, and why, though we love trees and shrubbery, we have none planted within the city of Trohanadalmakus?”

            One of the guards who had approached him quickly from the rear touched Komodoflorensal upon the shoulder. “You said that Zuanthrol does not understand our language. Why then do you speak to him in this tongue that he cannot understand?” the fellow demanded.

            Komodoflorensal did not know how much the warrior had overheard. If he had heard Tarzan speak in Minuni it might be difficult to persuade the fellow that The Giant did not understand the language; but he must act on the assumption that he, alone, had been overheard.

            “He wishes to learn it and I am trying to teach him,” replied Komodoflorensal quickly.

            “Has he learned anything of it?” asked the warrior.

            “No,” said Komodoflorensal, “he is very stupid.”

            And after this they went in silence, winding up long, gentle inclines, or again scaling the primitive ladders that the Minunians use to reach the upper levels of their dome houses between the occasional levels that are not connected by the inclined runways, which are thus frequently broken for purposes of defense, the ladders being easily withdrawn upward behind hard-pressed defenders and the advance of the enemy thus more easily checked.

            The royal dome of Elkomoelhago was of vast proportions, its summit rising to an equivalent of over four hundred feet, had it been built upon a scale corresponding to the relatively larger size of ordinary mankind. Tarzan ascended until he was almost as far aboveground as he had been belowground in the quarry. Where the corridors on lower levels had been crowded with humanity, those which they now traversed were almost devoid of life. Occasionally they passed a tenanted chamber, but far more generally the rooms were utilized for storage purposes, especially for food, great quantities of which, cured, dried and neatly wrapped, was packed ceiling high in many large chambers.

            The decorations of the walls were less ornate and the corridors narrower, on the whole, than those at lower levels. However, they passed through many larger chambers, or halls, which were gorgeously decorated, and in several of which were many people of both sexes and all ages variously occupied, either with domestic activities or with the handiwork of one art or another.

            Here was a man working in silver, perhaps fashioning a bracelet of delicate filigree, or another carving beautiful arabesques upon leather. There were makers of pottery, weavers of cloth, metal stampers, painters, makers of candles, and these appeared to predominate, for the candle was in truth life to these people.

            And then, at last, they reached the highest level, far above the ground, where the rooms were much closer to daylight because of the diminished thickness of the walls near the summit of the dome, but even here were the ever-present candles. Suddenly the walls of the corridor became gorgeously decorated, the number of candles increased, and Tarzan sensed that they were approaching the corridors of a rich or powerful noble. They halted, now, before a doorway where stood a sentinel, with whom one of the warriors conducting them communicated.

            “Tell Zoanthrohago Zertol that we have brought Zuanthrol and another slave who can communicate with him in a strange tongue.”

            The sentinel struck a heavy gong with his lance and presently, from the interior of the chamber, a man appeared to whom the sentinel repeated the warrior’s message.

            “Let them enter,” said the newcomer, who was a white-tunicked slave; “my glorious master, Zoanthrohago Zertal, expects his slave Zuanthrol. Follow me!”

            They followed him through several chambers until at last he led them into the presence of a gorgeously garbed warrior who was seated behind a large table, or desk, upon which were numerous strange instruments, large, cumbersome-looking volumes, pads of heavy Minunian writing paper and the necessary implements for writing. The man looked up as they entered the room. “It is your slave, Zuanthrol, Zertol,” announced the fellow who had led them hither.

            “But the other?” Prince Zoanthrohago pointed at Komodoflorensal.

            “He speaks the strange language that Zuanthrol speaks, and he was brought along that you might communicate with Zuanthrol if you so wished.” Zoanthrohago nodded.

            He turned to Komodoflorensal. “Ask him,” he ordered, “if he feels any differently since I reduced his size.”

            When the question was put to Tarzan by Komodoflorensal in the imaginary language with which they were supposed to communicate the ape-man shook his head, at the same time speaking a few words in English.

            “He says no, illustrious prince,” translated Komodoflorensal out of his imagination, “and he asks when you will restore him to his normal size and permit him to return to his own country, which is far from Minuni.”

            “As a Minunian he should know,” replied the Zertol, “that he never will be permitted to return to his own country – Trohanadalmakus never will see him again.”

            “But he is not of Trohanadalmakus, nor is he a Minunian,” explained Komodoflorensal. “He came to us and we did not make a slave of him, but treated him as a friend, because he is from a far country with which we have never made war.”

            “What country is that?” demanded Zoanthrohago.

            “That we do not know, but he says that there is a great country beyond the thorns where dwell many millions as large as was he. He says that his people would not be unfriendly to ours and for this reason we should not enslave him, but treat him as a guest.”

            Zoanthrohago smiled. “If you believe this you must be a simple fellow, Trohanadalmakusian,” he said. “We all know that there is naught beyond Minuni but impenetrable forests of thorn to the very uttermost wall of the blue dome within which we all dwell. I can well believe that the fellow is no Trohanadalmakusian, but he most certainly is a Minunian, since all creatures of whatever kind dwell in Minuni. Doubtless he is a strange form of Zertalacolol, a member of a tribe inhabiting some remote mountain fastness, which we have never previously discovered; but be that as it may, he will never –”

            At this juncture the prince was interrupted by the clanging of the great gong at the outer entrance to his apartments. He paused to count the strokes and when they reached five and ceased he turned to the warriors who had conducted Tarzan and Komodoflorensal to his presence.

            “Take the slaves into that chamber,” he instructed, pointing to a doorway in the rear of the apartment in which he had received them. “When the king has gone I will send for them.”

            As they were crossing toward the doorway Zoanthrohago had indicated a warrior halted in the main entrance to the chamber. “Elkomoelhago,” he announced, “Thagosto of Veltopismakus, Ruler of All Men, Master of Created Things, All-Wise, All-Courageous, All-Glorious! Down before the thagosto!”

            Tarzan glanced back as he was quitting the chamber to see Zoanthrohago and the others in the room kneel and lean far back with arms raised high above their heads as Elkomoelhago entered with a guard of a dozen gorgeous warriors, and he could not but compare this ruler with the simple and dignified soldier who ruled Trohanadalmakus and who went about his city without show or pomp, and oftentimes with no other escort than a single slave; a ruler to whom no man bent his knee, yet to whom was accorded the maximum of veneration and respect.

            And Elkomoelhago had seen the slaves and the warriors leave the chamber as he had entered it. He acknowledged the salutes of Zoanthrohago and his people with a curt wave of the hand and commanded them to rise.

            “Who quitted the aparment as I entered?” he demanded, looking suspiciously at Zoanthrohago.

            “The slave Zuanthrol and another who interprets his strange language for me,” he explained.

            “Have them back,” commanded the thagosto; “I would speak with you concerning Zuanthro.”

            Zoanthrohago instructed one of his slaves to fetch them and, in the few minutes it required, Elkomoelhago took a chair behind the desk at which his host had been sitting. When Tarzan and Komodoflorensal entered the chamber the guard who accompanied them brought them within a few paces of the desk behind which the king sat, and here he bade them kneel and make their obeisance to the thagosto.

            Familiar since childhood was every tradition of slavery to Komodoflorensal the Trohanadalmakusian. Almost in a spirit of Fatalism had he accepted the conditions of this servitude that the fortunes of war had thrust him into and so it was that, without question or hesitation, he dropped to one knee in servile salute to this alien king; but not so Tarzan of the Apes. He was thinking of Adendrohahkis. He had bent no knee to him and he did not propose to do greater honor to Elkomoelhago, whose very courtiers and slaves despised him, than he had done to the really great king of Trohanadalmakus.

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            Here the text is mistaken, for it had Veltopismakus for that last word, instead of Trahanadalmakus, and that, making no sense, I thus corrected it.

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            Elkomoelhago glared at him. “The fellow is not kneeling,” he whispered to Zoanthrohago, who had been leaning back so far that he had not noticed the new slave’s act of disrespect.

            The Zertol glanced toward Tarzan. “Down fellow!” he cried, and then recalling that he understood no Minunian, he commanded Komodoflorensal to order him to kneel, but when the Trohanadalmakusian Zertolosto pretended to do so Tarzan shook his head.

            Elkomoelhago signaled the others to rise. “We will let it pass this time,” he said, for something in the attitude of the slave told him that Zunathrol never would kneel to him and as he was valuable because of the experiment of which he was the subject, the king preferred to swallow his pride rather than risk having the slave killed in an effort to compel him to kneel. “He is but an ignorant Zertalacolol. See that he is properly instructed before we see him again.”

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            Thus the curtain closes on another chapter in Veltopismakus. I wonder what they are waiting for in their experiment on the ape-man? Ah, the great blue dome, otherwise known as the firmament of heaven. I came across some truly bizarre theories of the universe when I first started reading the Bible and asking others what certain things meant, and one of the most bizarre was that there was all this water above this great blue dome which broke causing the Great Deluge and Noah’s Ark. Perhaps ERB had this in mind when he semi-mocked the same idea in Veltopismakus. By the way, these were the same people who believe every word is true in the Bible without contradiction or error, which is truly absurd. See you next time in the Alali village.

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