 Captured by giant yellow men, Tarzan and his friends are taken to the distant jungle city of Taur, where they are brought before the exotically beautiful queen Artaea. The audience is interrupted by the arrival of Tongo, chief of Artaea's outer guard, of claw men, several of whom have been killed by the white party. Artaea informs Tarzan that the laws of Taur permit a chief to claim the right of avenging the death of his men on the person who has slain them. She adds that Tongo has come to claim that right on Tarzan. The ape man accepts the challenge and in single combat kills the giant Tongo. Deeply impressed by Tarzan's magnificent strength and utter fearlessness, Artaea gives him and his friends the freedom of the city. Before quartering them in the palace, she conducts them to the hall of Pantu, the chamber of sacrifice, where she forces them against their will to witness the sacrifice of a Rhetorian prisoner to the fires of Taur. At the conclusion of the ceremony, Artaea gives Tarzan her ultimatum. He shall remain in Taur as her mate. The alternative, death to them all by sacrifice. Hey, then will you listen to the brazen, Hussie? She's actually making Tarzan an offer of marriage, if he can call it that. You have heard the will of Artaea, Tarzan of the apes. Upon your answer, rest the future safety of Jeanette Burton and those others. Oh, speak! What a terrible woman! Oh, why did we have to come to this awful place? I have seen Tarzan under a similar situation very ably. Well, Tarzan, your answer? I can't answer now, Artaea. Tomorrow perhaps. Then you shall rest and come to me later with your answer. Mungo will conduct you to your quarters. Well, Mungo, look to a rope, Tarzan, Mungo, on the loop. Well, look, Artaea. Come, Tarzan, white people, go along, Mungo. Out of the great circular hall of Pantu, through numerous well-lighted corridors, the giant Mungo and his guard of yellow men conduct the whites to their abode. A suite of two rooms and a distant part of the palace. One large room accommodates the men, a smaller one, Jeanette. There are stone couches, a low massive table of wood, many leopard and lion skins. Into a small basin set on the floor of the larger room, fresh cold water flows. There are several long narrow windows screened with heavy metal grills. On the threshold, Mungo and his guard halt. The yellow giant motions his charges to enter. White people, stay here. Very soon bring food. Artaea, Tarzan. Well, you've found your city of tour, haven't you? Yes, by Georgian with the vengeance. And know that she phoned his major. What the devil are you going to do with it? Get out. Escape at the first opportunity. Which, my friend, will not be so simple. Artaea would not be so ingenuous as to leave as unguarded. If you open that door, you will find that we are well supplied with yellow soldiers. Well, just for the satisfaction of knowing, I'm going to see. You're right, Juan. They're six of the Hayden devils. It is quite evident that Artaea does not trust her guests. A charming young lady. Charming? Well, she's an out and out fiend. A savage who hates every one of us. Oh, hate, and there's one of us she don't hate. Apropos, that, Tarzan, mon ami. What are you going to do about Artaea's ultimatum? Well, he'll not agree to her offer, Lieutenant. None of us would permit it, not even to save our lives. Bien dit, ma poiselle. We are agreed upon that. At least she doesn't intend to starve us. If I'm not mistaken, these fellows are bringing food. Sure, and they don't mind admitting that I'm hungry. Wait a minute, you two. Why are those guards... Aprian Tarzan, you might just as well have addressed the Stonewall. You would have received the same answer. They did not understand you, mon ami, or were ordered to keep their mouths shut. I guess you're right, Dono. They didn't even seem to hear me. Deathmute, maybe. Oh, we got it. How this smells good, whatever it is. What do you say to eating first and talking afterwards? Yes, we'll eat. How can you men eat when tomorrow we may... die, your cushioner? Didn't I hear Wang tell you a while back that a fellow dies like a gentleman on a full stomach? Sit down here, Jeanette, and get some of this porridge. You'll feel better. And, my dear, we are far from being dead. We'll find a way out somehow, Jeanette. I have a feeling that even if you did agree to her offer Tarzan, the rest of us wouldn't get far before her yellow guards would murder us. That golden idol back there in the chamber of sacrifice, and those very beautiful gems around its neck. Where do you suppose they came from, Tarzan? Dr. Wang, you certainly aren't contemplating it. I contemplate nothing, Jeanette. However, it might prove profitable to cultivate... but never mind. Let us see what tomorrow brings us, eh? Well, I suppose these stone benches are the only beds we can expect. Which one's mine? I believe the other room was meant for you, Jeanette. No, thanks. We're all in this place together, Uncle Jim. I don't intend being alone at any time, if I can help it. There are plenty of benches in here. I'll take this one in the corner. Good night. Good night, Jeanette. It's in me, my gentlemen, that there's no love in that she-devil's heart for Jeanette. She still believes Jeanette and Tarzan are sweetheart. Right, Terry. Her pale skin may be white, but her heart's black. She wants you, Tarzan, frankly, and she intends having her way. She may let us go if you stay, but I very much doubt it. Vraiment, Major Ashley. I agree with you. Her demonstration on the sacrificial chamber upon that, what did she call him, rat-rat-toryan, was merely a threat to impress us with her power. Rat-tore. Rat-tore. By Joe, didn't she say that he'd been sent to spy on her and her people? She did that, from which one might infer the nearby presence of another tribe of yellow people. It's inimical to these thorians, right? And if so, oh, my jor, what good would that do us? They would as likely sacrifice us to some heathen god or feed us to their own pet crocodiles as they would these thorians. If they had us. The Lieutenant's right, Major. We'd probably only be stepping from one bad fix into another. Let's get out of this hole first. Tarzan will have to string along with a tear and cape his eyes open for a chance to escape while he's doing it. Artea, the woman has the left ear of typing and the right of a Mandarin, but on which side her hearing is the better it might be hazardous to guess. However, for her own sake, Jeanette must be kept inside of one of us all the time. Voila. Voila, our friend Mungo returns. Oh, look, Tarzan. You come along, Mungo, now. Artea won't talk to you and one man from China. Artea wants to talk to Wong and me. Now, tonight, Artea won't talk to you, too. Come. Begurri, I don't like it at all at all. She's trying to break up our throat. Get her separated. Tell her to go to the devil, Tarzan. And the country, Tarzan. Let us follow Mungo. The fact that Artea has not sent for you alone Oh, good. Where for us? Doosman, doosman, monami, be careful. I sense a trap of some kind. Why should Artea send for me to see the doctor Wong instead of one of us others? I'll find out soon enough. I'm not afraid of Artea's trap. Keep your eyes open here while we're gone. Come on, doctor. All right, Mungo. We are ready. Hey, Lieutenant, that woman don't mean them to any good. What does she mean sending for them at this time of night when all decent people ought to be in bed? I should like to know myself, old old. However, so long as Tarzan and the doctor are together with her, I do not think either of them are in any danger. Unless she's a lot smarter than we think she is. I wonder why she sent particularly for Wong instead of one of us others. Tarzan, well, that's self-evident. She's frankly infatuated with him, but she certainly can't have designs on Wong, too. By the way, Major, can Monsieur le Docteur Wong is a good friend of yours? You have known him a long time? Only since Nairobi, some three months, eh, Terry? Just about that, Major. When I began the organization of my safari for this expedition in Nairobi, Wong came to me with an attractive partnership offer. His credentials were excellent from the old Imperial Museum in Payping. I accepted his offer and, well, that's that. Eh, puis Monsieur Ruec? Terry, oh, he came down on the same boat with us from Port Said. I discussed my plans freely with him. Through his advice and suggestions, I saw that he knew his jungle. I, or rather, Jeanette, prevailed upon him to accompany us. She's the attraction, Darneau, as far as Terry... Ah, leave me, Major. You know well why I joined you. It was for the fun of it alone. What are you driving at, Lieutenant Darneau? Rien du mon ami, not ten at all. I was merely curious to know why... I don't like your questions, Darneau, nor the tone of vice you're using in them. Come clean. What's your craw? Hey, what's in your craw? Meme is your... So far as you are concerned, there is nothing in my craw. I am thinking about Mr. Dr. Wong Tai. The cold in him, I should turn to, and the diamonds around its neck seemed to fascinate him. Meanwhile, Tarzan and Wong Tai, surrounded by a dozen or more gigantic yellow guards, have traversed several corridors, descended along flight of worn stone steps, to enter at last a dimly-lipped narrow passageway. At the entrance to this tunnel, Mungno halts his men, with a sign he motions Tarzan and Wong to follow him. What do you make of this Tarzan? We are certainly not going to a Terry's audience chamber, or the Hall of Fan too. No. We must be far below either of those rooms, in the central rock tower somewhere. Mungo, where are we going? We go out there, door, end of tunnel. She wait. If she demands your answer to her ultimatum tonight, Tarzan, what are you going to say, eh? I don't know yet. I'll give her an answer. Quiet now. You're at the door. Quiet people, go in. Tarzan, wait. Come on, Wong. Tarzan, hey, hey, hey. Get back, Wong. Open the door. I, I come up. It is Tarzan from the outside. Look out. He is coming.