CHAPTER 8In The Clutches of Tar-Gool
We had no choice of course, so we threw down our three swords and whatever sticks and clubs my men had been able to gather along the way in our fight to use as weapons. We had no choice but to surrender. It was a humiliating and frustrating experience.
We were quickly lined up by the enemy troops, examined, inspected for knives and other hidden weapons. It seemed there were a few hidden weapons on some of my men. I smiled, they were brave fellows and would sell their lives dearly—if allowed to do so. We were lined up and told to wait. We waited. For what I knew not. Armen gave me a nudge in the ribs that brought my attention to someone entering the room.
I saw a small, wiry old man, an ancient green man, slowly walk over to the ornate throne in front
