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But in a minute he turned. The dais was a sort of nave, with one end open to the stairway. Seated on his left was the frail Aradna, occupying a small throne-like chair of some translucent green material. On the right sat the Bar Senestro, in a chair differing only in that its colour was a bright blue. In the centre of the dais stood a third chair a crimson one empty. The Senestro stood up.
The other nodded, and explained to Chick: "It's the Rhamdas and the Crimson guards. The MacPherson is just ahead. We shall arrive in three minutes." And after a pause he stated that the ensuing combat would mark the first spilling of blood between the Bars and the Rhamdas. At a pinch the Senestro might even kill the Jarados, to gain his ends. "His wish is his only law, my lord."
'Twas him as saved ye him an' your humble sarvant, Pat MacPherson, bedad." "He and you saved me?" "Aye there on th' Spot of Life. A bit of a thrick as th' ould doc dug oot o' his wisdom. Sure, she dinna work jist loike he said it, but 'twas a plenty t' oopset th' pretty Senestro!" Watson asked, "What became of the Senestro?" "Sure, they pulled him oot. Th' wee doggie jist aboot had him done for.
He put th' doctor in th' Jarados' home! Only th' Prophecy worries him at all." At last Watson was touching firm ground. Things were beginning to link up the Senestro, the professor, the Prophecy of the Jarados. "Well, sor, we Bars have kept th' ould doctor prisoner there iver since he come, wit' none save me to give him a wee bit word av comfort. But it dinna hurt th' old gent.
But the little queen saw fit to interfere. "Senestro, is this the code of the Bar? Is not your proposal unseemly to so great a guest? Restrain your eagerness for strength and for muscle! You have preferred charges against this man; now you would hurl your body as well. Remember, I am the queen; I can command it of you." The Senestro bowed. "Your wishes are my law, O Aradna."
What would you say was his code of honour?" "My lord, the Senestro actually has no code. He believes in nothing. He is so constituted, mentally and morally, that he cares for and trusts in none but himself. He is a sceptic pure and simple; he cares nothing for the Jarados and his teachings. He is an opportunist seeking for power, wicked, lustful, cruel " "But a good sportsman!"
Then the Senestro, out-distancing all the rest and dodging Hobart, had leaped upon the dais. Upon the wall across the temple the great Leaf of the Jarados stood out like sinister fire. It pulsed and vibrated alive. The top petal the blue one suddenly broke into a seething wave of flame. Still Watson held back. He could not understand what Holcomb meant.
Ye'll see it whin th' doctor gits time off his rainbows. 'Tis absent-minded he gets when he's on a problem, which same is mostly always, sor. We stay roight here till he gets ready to drop on th' Senestro." Watson waited. He knew enough now to cling to the shadow, there with MacPherson, the Geos, and the Aradna.
I shall hold you in my arms; I shall hear your bones crack; it shall be sweeter music than that of the temple pheasants, who never sing but for the Jarados. I shall slay you upon the Spot, Sir Phantom!" Watson turned on his heel. The ethics of the Senestro were not of his own code. He was not afraid; he stood beside the Jan Lucar and gazed out into the body of the temple.
"To a limited extent. I have been able to watch you ever since your coming. You did not know about Harry, but I saw him come in the arms of the Nervina." The Nervina nodded. "It is so. I knew the Senestro. I was afraid that Harry would fall into his hands. I had previously endeavoured to have him give the jewel to Charlotte Fenton. I didn't trust the great Bar "
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