? ? ? ? "Love me, Tarzan!" she cried. "Love me, and you shall be saved."
? ? ? ? Tarzan's bonds hurt him. He was suffering the tortures of long-restricted circulation. With an angry growl he rolled over with his back toward La. That was her answer! The High Priestess leaped to her feet. A hot flush of shame mantled her cheek and then she went dead white and stepped to the shelter's entrance.
? ? ? ? "Come, Priests of the Flaming God!" she cried, "and make ready the sacrifice."
? ? ? ? The warped things advanced and entered the shelter. They laid hands upon Tarzan and bore him forth, and as they chanted they kept time with their crooked bodies, swaying to and fro to the rhythm of their song of blood and death. Behind them came La, swaying too; but not in unison with the chanted cadence. White and drawn was the face of the High Priestess--white and drawn with unrequited love and hideous terror of the moments to come.
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