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Geos rubbed his hands in a dignified sort of glee. What had been said coincided, apparently, with another of his pet theories. "It is splendid," he exulted, "splendid! And just in line with my thesis. You shall tell it before the Council of the Rhamdas. It will be the greatest day since the speaking of the Jarados!"
Had I stayed in Berkeley I could have delivered it all, but" and he laughed "I know a whole lot more, now; and, paradoxically, I know far less! First let me speak to the Geos." He learned that the struggle outside had terminated successfully for the Rhamda and his men. All was quiet. The Senestro had made his escape in safety back to the Mahovisal.
As far as he could see, under and past the fourteen great pillars and right up to the far wall, the floor was a vast carpet of humanity. It was become dark. Presently a new kind of light began to glow far overhead, gradually increasing in strength until the whole place was suffused with a sun-like illumination. The Rhamda Geos began to speak. "In the last day, in the Day of Life.
Very good; if you are really come out of superstition, then I shall teach you the value of materiality. You are well made and handsome, likewise courageous. May the time soon come when you can put your mettle to the test in a fair conflict!" "It is your own saying, O Senestro!" warned Geos. "You must abide by my Lord's reply." "True; and I shall abide. I know nothing of black magic, or any other.
And Chick had only a flash of a second for a glimpse of the startled faces of Harry, the Nervina and the Geos, the huge multitude below the stair, Queen on the other side, and the fateful Prophecy on the walls above him, before A figure came into existence at his side. It was that of a powerfully built man, on whose wrists were curious red circles. And Chick shouted in a great voice: "Hobart!"
"The Rhamda!" "Yes. The Rhamda Geos." The woman left him. For a while Chick reflected upon what she had said. In full rush of returning vigour his mind was working clearly and with analytical exactness. For the first time he noticed a heaviness in the air, overladen, pregnant.
"Not just now, Harry; we have company." The Geos and the Jan had entered. "Besides, I am not quite ready. There remain several tangles to be unravelled." As he shook hands with the Geos, he spoke in the Thomahlian tongue. "You are more than welcome." The Rhamda bent low in reverence and awe. His voice was hushed. He spoke: "Art thou the Jarados, my lord?" "Aye," stated the doctor.
Moreover, I want to see the outside of this building." The guardsman bowed. "The data is possible, my lord, but as to leaving the building I must consult the queen and the Rhamda Geos first." "But I said MUST" Watson dared to say. "I must go out into your world, see your cities, your lands, rivers, mountains, before I do aught else. I must be sure!" The other bowed again. He was visibly impressed.
"The outcome will have a double interpretation the spiritual one of the prophecy, and the earthly, material one that concerns myself. If you conquer, my lord, I am freed. I would not marry the Senestro; I love him not. I would abide by the prophet, and await the chosen." She hesitated. "What do you know of the chosen, my lord?" "Nothing, O Aradna." "Has not the Rhamda Geos told you?"
Both the Geos and the Jan smiled. But the Rhamda's voice was very sure as he replied: "If you were false, my lord, I would slay you myself." They were very near the Mahovisal now. Below was the unmistakable opalescence, somehow produced by powerful illumination, as intense as sunlight itself. The red dot was almost above the black square on the lighted chart.
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