the son of tarzan-第10节
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and retreated into the trackless wastes of the north before the guardians of the territory they raped could be made aware of their presence。 Relentlessly they slaughtered elephants themselves as well as stealing ivory from the natives。 Their following consisted of a hundred or more renegade Arabs and Negro slavesa fierce； relentless band of cut…throats。 Remember themCarl Jenssen and Sven Malbihn； yellow…bearded； Swedish giantsfor you will meet them later。
In the heart of the jungle； hidden away upon the banks of a small unexplored tributary of a large river that empties into the Atlantic not so far from the equator； lay a small； heavily palisaded village。 Twenty palm…thatched； beehive huts sheltered its black population； while a half…dozen goat skin tents in the center of the clearing housed the score of Arabs who found shelter here while； by trading and raiding； they collected the cargoes which their ships of the desert bore northward twice each year to the market of Timbuktu。
Playing before one of the Arab tents was a little girl of tena black…haired； black…eyed little girl who； with her nut…brown skin and graceful carriage looked every inch a daughter of the desert。 Her little fingers were busily engaged in fashioning a skirt of grasses for a much…disheveled doll which a kindly disposed slave had made for her a year or two before。 The head of the doll was rudely chipped from ivory； while the body was a rat skin stuffed with grass。 The arms and legs were bits of wood； perforated at one end and sewn to the rat skin torso。 The doll was quite hideous and altogether disreputable and soiled； but Meriem thought it the most beautiful and adorable thing in the whole world； which is not so strange in view of the fact that it was the only object within that world upon which she might bestow her confidence and her love。
Everyone else with whom Meriem came in contact was； almost without exception； either indifferent to her or cruel。 There was； for example； the old black hag who looked after her； Mabunu toothless； filthy and ill tempered。 She lost no opportunity to cuff the little girl； or even inflict minor tortures upon her； such as pinching； or； as she had twice done； searing the tender flesh with hot coals。 And there was The Sheik； her father。 She feared him more than she did Mabunu。 He often scolded her for nothing； quite habitually terminating his tirades by cruelly beating her； until her little body was black and blue。
But when she was alone she was happy； playing with Geeka； or decking her hair with wild flowers； or making ropes of grasses。 She was always busy and always singingwhen they left her alone。 No amount of cruelty appeared sufficient to crush the innate happiness and sweetness from her full little heart。 Only when The Sheik was near was she quiet and subdued。 Him she feared with a fear that was at times almost hysterical terror。 She feared the gloomy jungle toothe cruel jungle that surrounded the little village with chattering monkeys and screaming birds by day and the roaring and coughing and moaning of the carnivora by night。 Yes； she feared the jungle； but so much more did she fear The Sheik that many times it was in her childish head to run away； out into the terrible jungle forever rather than longer to face the ever present terror of her father。
As she sat there this day before The Sheik's goatskin tent； fashioning a skirt of grasses for Geeka； The Sheik appeared suddenly approaching。 Instantly the look of happiness faded from the child's face。 She shrunk aside in an attempt to scramble from the path of the leathern…faced old Arab； but she was not quick enough。 With a brutal kick the man sent her sprawling upon her face； where she lay quite still； tearless but trembling。 Then； with an oath at her； the man passed into the tent。 The old； black hag shook with appreciative laughter； disclosing an occasional and lonesome yellow fang。
When she was sure The Sheik had gone； the little girl crawled to the shady side of the tent； where she lay quite still； hugging Geeka close to her breast； her little form racked at long intervals with choking sobs。 She dared not cry aloud； since that would have brought The Sheik upon her again。 The anguish in her little heart was not alone the anguish of physical pain； but that infinitely more pathetic anguishof love denied a childish heart that yearns for love。
Little Meriem could scarce recall any other existence than that of the stern cruelty of The Sheik and Mabunu。 Dimly； in the back of her childish memory there lurked a blurred recollection of a gentle mother； but Meriem was not sure but that even this was but a dream picture induced by her own desire for the caresses she never received； but which she lavished upon the much loved Geeka。 Never was such a spoiled child as Geeka。 Its little mother； far from fashioning her own conduct after the example set her by her father and nurse； went to the extreme of indulgence。 Geeka was kissed a thousand times a day。 There was play in which Geeka was naughty； but the little mother never punished。 Instead； she caressed and fondled； her attitude influenced solely by her own pathetic desire for love。
Now； as she pressed Geeka close to her； her sobs lessened gradually； until she was able to control her voice； and pour out her misery into the ivory ear of her only confidante。
〃Geeka loves Meriem；〃 she whispered。 〃Why does The Sheik； my father； not love me； too？ Am I so naughty？ I try to be good； but I never know why he strikes me； so I cannot tell what I have done which displeases him。 Just now he kicked me and hurt me so； Geeka； but I was only sitting before the tent making a skirt for you。 That must be wicked； or he would not have kicked me for it。 But why is it wicked； Geeka？ Oh dear！ I do not know； I do not know。 I wish； Geeka； that I were dead。 Yesterday the hunters brought in the body of El Adrea。 El Adrea was quite dead。 No more will he slink silently upon his unsuspecting prey。 No more will his great head and his maned shoulders strike terror to the hearts of the grass eaters at the drinking ford by night。 No more will his thundering roar shake the ground。 El Adrea is dead。 They beat his body terribly when it was brought into the village； but El Adrea did not mind。 He did not feel the blows； for he was dead。 When I am dead； Geeka； neither shall I feel the blows of Mabunu； or the kicks of The Sheik； my father。 Then shall I be happy。 Oh； Geeka； how I wish that I were dead！〃
If Geeka contemplated a remonstrance it was cut short by sounds of altercation beyond the village gates。 Meriem listened。 With the curiosity of childhood she would have liked to have run down there and learn what it was that caused the men to talk so loudly。 Others of the village were already trooping in the direction of the noise。 But Meriem did not dare。 The Sheik would be there； doubtless； and if he saw her it would be but another opportunity to abuse her； so Meriem lay still and listened。
Presently she heard the crowd moving up the street toward The Sheik's tent。 Cautiously she stuck her little head around the edge of the tent。 She could not resist the temptation； for the sameness of the village life was monotonous； and she craved diversion。 What she saw was two strangerswhite men。 They were alone； but as they approached she learned from the talk of the natives that surrounded them that they possessed a considerable following that was camped outside the village。 They were coming to palaver with The Sheik。
The old Arab met them at the entrance to his tent。 His eyes narrowed wickedly when they had appraised the newcomers。 They stopped before him； exchanging greetings。 They had come to trade for ivory they said。 The Sheik grunted。 He had no ivory。 Meriem gasped。 She knew that in a near…by hut the great tusks were piled almost to the roof。 She poked her little head further forward to get a better view of the strangers。 How white their skins！ How yellow their great beards！
Suddenly one of them turned his eyes in her direction。 She tried to dodge back out of sight； for she feared all men； but he saw her。 Meriem noticed the look of almost shocked surprise that crossed his face。 The Sheik saw it too； and guessed the cause of it。
〃I have no ivory；〃 he repeated。 〃I do not wish to trade。 Go away。 Go now。〃
He stepped from his tent and almost pushed the strangers about in the direction of the gates。 They demurred； and then The Sheik threatened。 It would have been suicide to have disobeyed； so the two men turned and left the village； making their way immediately to their own camp。
The Sheik returned to his tent； but he did not enter it。 Instead he walked to the side where little Meriem lay close to the goat skin wall； very frightened。 The Sheik stooped and clutched her by the arm。 Viciously he jerked her to her feet； dragged her to the entrance of the tent； and shoved her viciously within。 Following her he again seized her； beating her ruthlessly。
〃Stay within！〃 he growled。 〃Never let the strangers see thy face。 Next time you show yourself to strangers I shall kill you！〃
With a final vicious cuff he knocked the child into a far corner of the tent； where she lay s
