"Food and candles and raiment. Kalfastoban is no pauper. The tax collector has not ruined him yet."
Tarzan, standing in the doorway of the storeroom, just behind Komodoflorensal, turned suddenly and looked out across the other chamber. He had heard voices in the quarters of Hamadalban beyond—men’s voices. One of them he recognized an instant later—it was the voice of Kalfastoban Vental.
"Come!" roared the bull voice of the Vental. "Come to my quarters, Hamadalban, and I will show you this new slave of mine."
Tarzan pushed Komodoflorensal into the storeroom and following him, closed the door. "Did you hear?" he whispered.
"Yes, it was Kalfastoban!"
The storeroom door was ornamented with a small, open grill covered with a hanging of some heavy stuff upon the inside. By drawing the hanging aside the two could obtain a view of most of the interior of the outer chamber, and they could hear all that was said by the two men who now entered from Hamadalban’s quarters.
"I tell you she is the greatest bargain I have ever seen," cried Kalfastoban; "but wait, I’ll fetch her," and he stepped to another door, which he unlocked with a key. "Come out!" he roared, flinging the door wide.
With the haughty bearing of a queen a girl
