“It is but a banth,” she said. “We have nothing to fear from it.”
Carthoris smiled.
“I did not fear it,” he replied, “for I, too, believed it to be only a banth, and I have my long-sword.”
Jav sat up and gazed at the spectacle before him—the slender girl weaving her fingers in the tawny mane of the huge creature that he had thought divine, while Komal rubbed his hideous snout against her side.
“So this is your god!” laughed Thuvia.
Jav looked bewildered. He scarce knew whether he dare chance offending Komal or not, for so strong is the power of superstition that even though we know that we have been reverencing a sham, yet still we hesitate to admit the validity of our new-found convictions.
“Yes,” he said, “this is Komal. For ages the enemies of Tario have been hurled to this pit to fill his maw, for Komal must be fed.”
“Is there any way out of this chamber to the avenues of the city?” asked Carthoris.
Jav shrugged.
“I do not know,” he replied. “Never have I been here before, nor ever have I cared to do so.”