 Tarzan and the Diamond of Arshere. In the great ceremonial hall of the temple of Mahachu, the aatef's suten and his council of 13 are preparing to unveil the Hesseharian talisman, the father of diamonds. Round the walls of the vast chamber are seated the Hesseharian nobles. Helen Gregory and Magra, to be mespectively to suten and hakeru, are brought in. They stand before the high priests with the aatef and his favorite as the ceremony begins. Tarzan, Darno and Tolm have escaped from the chamber of death and rushing into the vast hall stop the ceremony. Suten pronounces the dread decree of the council of 13. It is that Tarzan must fight the greatest of the prehistoric talking apes. The ferocious brute, a fearsome monster, climbs out of the pit. Swinging forward clumsily but swiftly, the hideous features contorted with black rage, the brute roars out his challenge. Back, Darno, Tolm! With another blood-curdling scream, the ape approaches Tarzan and thrusts out its hairy arms, crying for the bone-crushing embrace which spells death. Don't do something! Help him! With the speed of sheet of the leopard, Tarzan leaps aside, turns. His fist flashes out and catches on just proudly on the jaw. The huge brute pauses, stunned. Tarzan whips out his knife. He is thicker and stronger than all the other. As Darno shouts, the shaggy ape with gleaming fangs bared rushes forward. Tarzan crouches low, awaits the charge. As the huge beast scum close, the ape man springs straight into the embrace of those great arms. The deadly knight flashes once, twice, again. He is deep into the awesome monster's heart. Before the hairy arm can pose about him, Tarzan slips out of their crushing embrace. He expires right back. A muscular broad arm encircles the mighty throat, holds the great head back. Once more, the keen blade sinks home into the jugular vein. A fountain of dark blood wells up from the death wound. Slowly, the ape sinks to the marble floor. One last muscular convulsion. The giant hulk is life. It's not mine, Margaret. Now, Suten, we'll talk. Verily, O Tarzan of the Apes, thou out-a-mighty man in battle, I would that thou... Look, Tira, with a great military escort. And do you see what those men before her are carrying? The father of diamonds. Helen, Margaret, come down here with us. Tarzan, that woman is wicked. I feel it. There is much trouble in store for us. Silence, Margaret. Else Tira will hear thee. Okay, I'm in short. Cat! Silence. Suten, thy day is done. The people of Hessehair have seen the golden disc in which lies the father of diamonds. They know it is now mine. With it, I become all-powerful in the land of the Hessehair. Today is an evil day for thee and thy friends. And for me, Tarzan of the Apes. Why, Otto? The Arteff was a just, though stern man. This woman, Tira, hath a black heart. I fear for thee. Beneath my rule, the land of Hessehair shall prosper greatly. My word shall be long. Thou art mad, woman. The story of the rulers of Hessehair has written in the priestly books. Never have woman ruled alone. I shall cause thee to be burned, the sacred writings. Sematuaki hetipu kesta. Surround these men and women, God. Poor Tarzan was right, Tarzan. This woman has an evil eye. So long as she offers no harm to Helen and Margaret, we'll wait and watch. Look, God surrounding the king. His Tira seems to be an earnest. Until I have decided what thy fate shall be, Suten, thou shalt be prisoner in thine own chamber. Thou darest not. The people of Hessehair will rise against thee. Not while I hold the father of Diamon. But the council of Thirteen. They remain loyal to me. Is it not so, O heart-riest? Answer me! And so thy lost prophecy taken from the Almighty King. Neshem, here is my offer to the council. He will retire to your chamber. I grant thee one hour to make your decision. Either ye serve me or the deep mine. Go, and take your former king with ye. Let him hear your decision. My gods follow. Thou shalt pay with this thou traitorous. The ancient gods of Hessehair shall turn thee. Tira, why do these guards surround us with bronze swords? I placed the Diamon in your hands. You promised to let us go. I'll keep your agreement. And so I shall, Tarzan of the Eighth. But there is much to do in this land of the Hessehair. My people come first. He must be patient. I don't like that, Paul. She's worse than a dozen, Suten. It is enough, my darling, that we are together. Never again shall they take you away from me. Let her have her way now, Tarzan. As Tarzan says, we are together. And we can afford to wait a little. You will be given quarters where you will await my word. And see that we get it soon, Tira. At the appointed time, you shall have an escort of honor to see ye safely to the jungle's edge when she came. Hakeru! Aye, my queen. Thou, Tarzan Hakeru, art in charge of these strangers. Thou art responsible for their safekeeping and their comfort. To hear is to obey, O daughter of the sun. Where shall they be lodged? In the tower of the sun. See that their every comfort is attended to. Aye, O Tira, it shall be done. Tower of the sun, Hakeru. On the outskirts of Archer, Tarzan of the apes. You may see it from here. I certainly don't trust that woman. And I don't like the sound of this place we're going to. Tower of the sun. Hello, my share. Do not look for trouble. We are all together. And that is worth more than any hazard we may possibly have to face. Yes. By the way, Hakeru. We are to remain together in the same place. All in the tower of the sun. Yes. Do you know, Tom? I am still puzzled over the fact that these strange people here in this extent to Volcano speak such good English. Yes, I have often thought of it. Hakeru, how is it that the Suten, Tira and the High Priest knew came to learn such ancient but excellent English? A score of generations ago, Atan Tom, there descended upon the land of Hezihar a great famine. Hundreds upon hundreds died and those who reigned were working skeletons. It sounds like a tale of ancient Egypt when the waters of the Nile failed. The atep of that day was a young prince. His heart was sore and his spirit troubled, for he was a goodly youth. All prayers to Mark's shoe, the father of diamonds, were in vain. The priesthood, helpless. The rain came not. When he talks, Paul, it's just like listening to King James' version of the Old Testament. I can't remember my share, but listen. At last the young Arteff Fatou determined to brave the wrath of the gods, to break the immutable laws of centuries, to journey outside the sacred valley of Tuanbaka. The noble youth made his way to the edge of a great, boundless lake. He entered a house that moved across the face of the waters. He must have felt as you did, Tarzan, the first time you set foot on a boat. Fatou came to a country called Angloland. He prostrated himself before the Arteff of that country, who was a man of good heart. He sent Fatou back with much store of wheat and grain and strange food stuff. He must be the king of England. He never knows how many years ago. And so the famine was lifted and there was peace and plenty in the land of Hezihariah. From that day to this, a few of the royal house and one noble in each generation have learned to speak this strange tongue in honor of Fatou and the Arteff of Angloland. I'd like to have known this, Fatou. You and he would have understood one another, Tarzan, without the need of words. Is that the Tower Hakeru, just ahead there? Aye, Helen Gregory, that will be thy home for a while at least. It's not as high as I expected. Well, here we are. Open the door, Hakeru. We come first to the chamber of the men, O Tarzan. The maidens will rest in the rooms on the floor above. I don't like that idea, my friend. They obey the order of Tira. Here is the chamber. Enter, O Tarzan. But where are you going, Hakeru? I return to the temple, after I have the maidens to their quarters above. As soon as I may, I shall come back with news of what had occurred. I have been told, Tarzan, that this chamber door may not be moved from within, but be not uneasy on that score. He may have my word that I shall return soon. Tarzan trusts you, Hakeru. And so he may. I owe him my life. Helen Gregory and Makra follow the Hesseharian noble up a flight of circular stone steps to enter a comfortably furnished chamber above that occupied by the three men. As the door closes upon Hakeru, young women turn to examine their new abode. Below, in their quarters, Tarzan calls to Darno and Tom. Tom! Darno! Come out here. What have you found? An open circular court. Yeah, those walls are at least 20 feet high and as smooth as glass. And see how they curve in at the top. Oui, je vois. I do not like this place, mes amis. It is too much like a prison yard. Look up there. Above us on that iron grating. Above the three men, on an open iron grating which juts out from a window of their chamber, Helen and Makra stand gazing down into the little court. From high above them, there appears a number of vastly flying things. Giant sword-billed pterodactyls. The ungainly monster swoop directly down upon the two unsuspecting defenseless women. Makra, Helen, get back inside that room. The credit is too late.