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Jane	by Waldo

Chapter 2a of 9b	


Tarzan is a copyrighted character and this story is not
intended to infringe on those rights.  While my Tarzan
has a similar storyline, its purpose is to entertain
without claiming credit for the orignal Tarzan. All rights 
reserved by Author.  Not to be read by minors or 
sold without explicit written permission of the author






Chapter 2 - The Lost City Legend

Sir Walter continued to hold his rifle, not sure what to think of this 
naked white savage. He felt somewhat intimidated by the young 
man's appearance and attitude. After all, normal people didn't 
walk around the jungle dressed like that and without a rifle. Rising 
to his feet so that young man didn't seem as tall, Sir Walter cradled 
his rifle as he removed the pipe from his mouth "I'm Sir Walter 
Desmond, on an exploration expedition authorized personally by 
Her Majesty, the Queen of England. Welcome to my humble camp. 
This is Lady Jane Parker, my assistant. Now sir, why are you 
dressed like one of the savages?"

A brief smile gleamed exposing a full mouth of white teeth as the 
young man replied in a deep but gentle baritone voice "Because I 
am one of the savages. I've lived all my life in the jungle and dress 
this way because normal clothes have a tendency to be destroyed 
as I live my life the way that I've always lived."

"Is Tarzan your first or last name?" asked Jane, a little pique over 
this unknown, white person dressed like a savage, who just waltzed 
into their camp uninvited. He was very lucky that Sir Walter hadn't 
mistaken him for a wild animal or a thief and accidentally shot him.

He turned slightly and bowed to acknowledge Jane's presence "You 
have keen eyesight. I noticed that you saw me before I really 
entered the fire's light. My name isn't Tarzan, but it's the only 
name that the natives have called me for so many years that I came 
to accept it as my real name. It means `white savage' in one of the 
local native dialects and I've become used to it being my only 
name. I've run across other people out here in the jungle who are 
also known as Tarzan for various reasons. My real name no longer 
means anything to me so I accept the name as if it was the name 
that my parents gave me at my birth."

Before she could reply to his answer to her question, Tarzan turned 
back to Sir Walter "The jungle drums say that you're looking for 
The Lost City. I came to warn you that it doesn't exist and I suggest 
that you stop wasting your time looking for it and risking your lives 
entering dangerous tribal lands. You're only two days from 
Momgua territory and they don't like strangers. They especially 
don't like white strangers."

Sir Walter's rifle made a soft clicking sound as he released the 
safety switch. Turning slightly so that the barrel was pointed more 
directly at Tarzan, Sir Walter asked, "Why are you here trying to 
warn us away? Is it because we're getting close to this place that 
you claim doesn't exist?"

Tarzan's face never quit smiling as he responded "The jungle 
drums also describe the beautiful young lady. If she hadn't been 
here, I would've allowed you to continue and to meet whatever 
destiny is reserved for you. But I came to warn you that she 
shouldn't be here or accompanying you any further into the 
territory. Now that I've warned you, it's on your conscious. Good-
by."

Tarzan turned and walked back across the clearing into the dark 
jungle as Sir Walter stared at his departing back. As soon as he 
blended into the jungle foliage, Sir Walter issued a sharp command 
to the native bearers that resulted in them grabbing their spears 
and forming a guarding circle around the camp.

Jane asked, "What is the Lost City?"

Releasing the safety from his rifle, he responded "It's an ancient 
city. Some say it disappeared about the same time that Atlantis 
disappeared, while other's say it's a more modern city. Either way, 
it's rumored that this city is built on a gold mine that can make the 
finder rich. I know that you think that we're just wandering about 
the jungle, but I'm actually following a map. A map drew by 
someone who saw the city and lived to return to civilization. I think 
the city exists and that's why I'm here." 

"If your map-drawer saw the city, why isn't he rich?"

"You wouldn't understand. A lot of men don't always have the 
strength or force of will to accomplish tasks. I have that personal 
strength and I'm determined to find the mine, to claim it as my 
own with the help of my bearers and to return to England as a very 
rich man."

******

Now that the real reason for the safari was exposed to Jane, a lot of 
the camp gear made sense. There were some explosives, a lot of 
weapons and some of the bearers looked more like mercenaries 
than explorers. For the next week following Tarzan's visit, Jane's 
private diary entries every night noted her rapidly increasing 
dissatisfaction with her role in this safari. It was one thing to 
explore, but another to be planning to rob and pillage a village of its 
native treasures. Every evening since then, they had sat around the 
evening's campfire discussing what Sir Walter planned to do if they 
found the long-lost village and Jane was now convinced that he 
would do whatever it took - even commit murder - to claim the Lost 
City's treasures. She still didn't know or care if it really existed. 
She just knew that she didn't want to be there when and if it was 
found. She made up her mind to leave the safari at the first 
possible moment.

After Tarzan's visit, they had skirted around the Momgua territory 
until today. That's when Brad Johnson and his men joined the 
expedition. Sir Walter had given orders to keep the same camp for 
the last three days and each day, he'd marched off with a small 
group of natives leaving her in the camp. He'd returned early today 
and had paced the camp perimeter smoking his pipe as he stared 
into the brush. Then just before dark, Brad's safari of about forty 
armed men joined them.

Brad Johnson was a swarthy, balding, overweight constantly 
sweating man that had a very obvious cruel streak. He'd been on 
his best behavior ever since his armed band of mercenaries joined 
Sir Walter's team, but something about him seemed so slimy and 
dangerous to Jane that she stayed away from him. He reminded 
her of someone that her father had fired one time for whipping a 
worn-out horse to death.

Upon Brad's arrival, the normal camp-life changed. Instead of a 
quiet dinner at night, Sir Walter and Brad sequestered their selves 
in the large tent and whispered as they conspired over their plans. 
She quickly recognized that there was a dangerous side to the 
gentle Sir Walter that she hadn't recognized before. A side driven 
by greed.

The next morning, the camp quickly packed up and headed straight 
into the Momgua territory. Brad took control of the bearers and 
forced them to cover twice the normal distance before he stopped to 
set up camp. He refused to allow campfires to be built so there was 
no warm food or relaxing after dinner discussions. Instead everyone 
but the guards turned in early to rest for another hard day's 
march.

Per Brad's unusual orders that everyone sleep in their clothes, 
Jane was almost fully dressed as she slept in the privacy of her 
centrally-placed tent, a loaded pistol by her side. The pistol was 
more to protect Jane from her companions than from the unseen 
inhabitants of this section of the jungle. 

Jane was awakened during her sleep by a weird cry. Jumping to 
her feet, she slipped on her boots and rushed out of her tent to 
discover a crowd forming around something. Pushing her way 
through the crowd, she saw a bent-over Brad examining a native 
guard whose headless body was lying on the ground. Sir Walter saw 
her at the same time as she passed out.

******

When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself on a stretcher 
being carried by some of the native bearers as the packed-up safari 
wound its way through the jungle that was barely visible from the 
faint light of the sunrise. One of the bearers helped her to her feet 
as another one of the bearers went forward to find Sir Walter. He 
returned quickly to admonish her "Don't wander from the guards 
that's been assigned to you."

"What happened to that man?" she asked, still feeling weak from 
seeing such a cruel death so close.

"It was a warning to turn back. A warning that we've obviously 
ignored. We're continuing deep into Momgua territory and we're 
not going to let those stupid natives scare us."

******

The campfires were lit that night because there was obviously no 
need for secrecy now that their presence was known. Jane noticed 
that the guards were doubled around the camp that night.

The next morning, there were no deaths, but they were short almost 
thirty porters who'd silently disappeared sometime during the 
night, reducing their total force to less than one hundred total. That 
day, they discovered another headless body tied to a tree in the 
middle of the trail that someone recognized as a former porter - one 
of the deserters. That night, Brad and Sir Walter alternated being 
up all night to keep the bearers from disappearing, but they still 
lost over seventy people whom deserted somehow during the night. 
The remaining safari of sixteen people discarded a lot of gear, 
taking only what was necessary - guns, ammo, food, water and Sir 
Walter's small trunk of maps and journals. Even Jane was pressed 
into service to carry food and ammo, leaving behind her small 
trunk; being permitted only to carry her personal diary.

They pressed forward, refusing to stop for rests until everyone was 
almost exhausted. That's when the attack occurred.

A lead scout fell over dead as the spear penetrated his chest. Jane 
dropped her pack and ran for shelter - a big tree. As she reached 
the tree, a painted native stepped out from behind the tree and 
clubbed her with his club.

******

Jane's head hurt. Everything hurt, but her head hurt the most. 
Her throat was dry and her lips felt parched. Ignoring her pain, she 
opened her eyes, discovering that her arms and legs were bound 
and that she was in a native hut.

She tried to sit up but the way that she was tied prevented her from 
getting into a comfortable position. She humped the floor as she 
turned and rotated only to discover that another similarly tied 
prisoner was quietly watching her. He whispered "I think that 
they're all dead. It was a trap and they massacred us. It's only me 
and you."

She recognized him as one of the guards that joined the camp with 
Brad. She whispered back "What about Sir Walter?"

"I saw him run back down the trail with a painted Momgua right 
behind him. He's probably out there in the jungle with a spear 
through his back."

"Can you untie me?"

He shook his head no then whispered "They broke my fingers when 
they captured me."

Their discussion was interrupted by someone lifting a tent flap and 
saying something in a language that she didn't understand. Then 
two men entered the hut and roughly picked her up from the floor, 
carrying her by her arms. She was dumped on the ground as if she 
was a sack of potatoes. A foot gingerly slipped under her chin and 
pried her face up. Staring up at the bright sun, all Jane could see 
was the outline of the foot's owner. Then a woman's voice asked, 
"Do you speak English?"

Squinting into the sun, Jane was able to see that the voice's owner 
was a young black woman. Through her parched lips, Jane grunted 
"Yes, please help me."

The woman replied "I'll do what I can but you're going to have to 
tolerate a little more punishment first before I can you to a safe 
place."

The woman switched languages and began talking to someone that 
Jane couldn't see from her facedown position. As Jane listened to 
them talk, she could tell from her limited knowledge of African 
languages that the woman was haggling with some man over the 
ownership of Jane. Finally the woman's voice changed to English 
again "You were expensive - one pig. Just relax and wait because I 
can't leave until tomorrow. Until then, you're still their prisoner."

She was carried back and dumped in the same dark hut. Only this 
time, she was all alone. They left her alone overnight, tied tightly 
with nothing to eat or drink. She allowed herself to pee on herself 
because she couldn't hold it back any longer.

The next morning, someone came into the dark hut, cut her ropes, 
and handed her a bowl of gruel. She wolfed the gruel down while 
her unknown benefactor waited. When she dropped the empty 
bowl, her female benefactor said in English "The Momgua were 
going to kill you but I purchased your freedom. You belong to me - 
Understand? You show me the proper respect while I lead you out 
of here or the Momgua might not honor their portion of the 
bargain."

The woman's strong hands lifted Jane's chin as the woman slipped 
something around her neck, then she fumbled with a buckle. When 
she was finished, she gave a little tug on a rope, almost pulling a 
very weak Jane off her feet. The woman repeated Jane's 
instructions "You come where I lead and don't say anything or look 
at them. I don't want you to accidentally insult anyone as we're 
leaving."

Jane was led out of the hut, motivated by strong tugs on the rope 
that kept her moving. She paused for a second to stare at the dead 
body of the other prisoner lying beside the entrance to the hut but 
the sharp tug of the rope kept her going. The woman led Jane 
through the center of the village and down a path to a river where 
they climbed into a canoe. The woman handed Jane a paddle as 
she whispered "Keep it up for another twenty minutes until we put 
some distance between us and them. Then I'll stop and let you 
clean up some."

Jane was weak and could barely hold the paddle, much less wield it 
correctly but somehow she found the strength to do as directed. It 
was with a lot of relief that the woman directed the prow of the 
canoe into shore about twenty minutes later. The woman 
unfastened the leash around Jane's neck, leaving the leather collar 
still in place "Keep this on and I'll have to put you back on the 
lease until we're really out of here. Get in the water and clean 
yourself. You smell like you shit in your britches."

Jane fell in the water and just floated, letting the flowing water 
clean and refresh her. For several minutes, she just relaxed, feeling 
a little strength come back. She turned to stare at her benefactor - 
a young woman that could only be described as a black amazon. 
The woman's natural skin color was dark, not black like the 
Momgua natives. She was tall for a woman - close to six feet tall, 
slightly broad-shouldered, and had very long legs - legs that were 
strong and muscular like a man's legs. Her long dark hair was 
braided into pigtails festooned with bright ribbons. Her clothes were 
a simple mid-thigh skirt and a leather halter to support her 
breasts. Her lower arms were covered with a leather wrist guard. 
Around her waist was a short belt, which supported a scabbard-
encased knife and a small leather bag.

Jane asked, "Who are you?"

The woman responded "I'm Laywan, a chief of the Thrudds. 
Whether you like it or not, you're now a member of the Thrudds. 
The Momgua territory completely surrounds our small village and 
we are allowed to come and go only as they permit."

"I'm Jane Parker. My father is rich. If you can just get me to a large 
city, I can make you rich."

Laywan laughed "What good is riches in a jungle? Can your money 
buy me a longer life? Better air, a good husband or remove this scar 
from my leg? Rich is a state of mind."

"How did you learn to speak such perfect English?"

"If the Momgua don't kill their captives, we buy them and adopt 
them into our tribe. Over the years, we've become a multiple 
language tribe because of the large number of English captives that 
have come to live with us - thanks to the warring nature of the 
Momguas."

******

Laywan did most of the paddling for the rest of the morning while 
Jane rested. Then they stored the canoe on the riverbank and 
started climbing a steep trail that quickly carried them up into the 
mountains. 

As Laywan walked up the mountain in front of Jane, the worn-out 
Englishwoman couldn't help but stare at the Amazon's muscular 
legs that were almost constantly at Jane's eye-level as they climbed 
the steep trail. Jane had seen so many naked women since arriving 
in Africa, that the sight of a woman's naked body no longer startled 
her. But this woman's semi-naked body was different because of 
her strong athletic build. Her lean body was the result of constant 
exercises, not dieting like Jane's friends did back home. The 
ebony's woman's body glistened with a light coating of sweat that 
further highlighted her muscle definition as the woman easily 
climbed the steep trail.

Behind her, Jane admired the beautiful muscles her new "owner" 
possessed in her legs. Just looking at the very prominent 
hamstrings, Jane could tell that the woman had a lot of power 
available and ready whenever she needed it. Once when Jane was 
gasping for breath from her exertion, Laywan turned to face Jane 
and began flexing her quad muscles up and down to stretch out the 
muscles while she waited on Jane to recover her breathing. Jane 
could only stare at the expanding quads as they jutted out like a 
runner's muscles, recognizing that her own legs looked weak and 
undeveloped compared to her new friend's legs.

They walked until just before dark when they reached a 
campground. A very weak and tired Jane didn't resist as Laywan 
tied Jane's hands and feet so that she couldn't escape while 
Laywan slept. The next morning, they continued their journey, 
reaching a steep cliff just before dark. Again, Jane was tied during 
the night.

The next morning, Laywan guided Jane to a small trail along the 
face of the cliff. For hours, they walked a very narrow trail, hugging 
the cliff face until they reached a narrow rope footbridge across a 
chasm. When Jane reached the other side, Laywan said, "You're 
now in Thrudd land. That bridge is the only way in or out. Don't 
ever attempt to escape because we'll catch you."

They went up and down more cliff faces until they stood on a small 
cliff overlooking a green valley with a beautiful river flowing through 
it. Laywan pointed to a small clearing, declaring "There is my home 
- The Lost City."

******

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