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He was alone, with no one to guide him save Geos, who undoubtedly was his friend, but who as undoubtedly would desert him upon the slightest inkling of imposture. He found himself in a great, round room, or rather an oval one, domed at the top but tinted in a far more beautiful colouring lazuli blue.
Clearly, his reverence had been greatly augmented in the past few seconds. From that time on there was a marked difference in his manner; and his speech, when he addressed Chick, contained the expression "my lord" an expression that Watson found it easy enough to become accustomed to. "Did you doubt, Rhamda Geos, that I came from the Jarados?" "We did not doubt. We were certain." "I see.
"What you ask, my lord, is full of danger. You must not be seen in the streets yet. Untold bloodshed would ensue inevitably. To half the Thomahlians you are sacred, and to the other half an impostor. I repeat, my lord, that I must see the Geos and the queen." Another bow and the Jan disappeared, to return in a few moments with the Geos. "The Jan has told me, my lord, that you would go out."
You were, both in your person and in your dress, of another world; you had been promised by the Rhamda Avec; and, in a sense, you were a part of the prophecy. We accepted you!" "But I speak your language. Account for that, Geos." "It need not be accounted for, my lord. We accept it as fact. The affinity of spirit would not be bound by the limitation of artificial speech.
You even you, would be annihilated!" Then to the Lucar: "Very well." Whereupon the other did something in front of the craft; touched a lever, perhaps. Instantly the grey, spidery hairs turned to a dull red. "Now you may touch it," said the Geos. But Chick's desire had vanished. Instead he ventured a question: "All very interesting, but where is your machinery?" The Rhamda was slightly amused.
What had the Spot disclosed? Unreality or REALITY? Which is which? In the inspiration of the moment, Chick saw that he had reached the crossroads of the occult. There was no time to think; there was time only for a plunge. And, like all strong men, Watson chose the deeper water. He turned to the Rhamda Geos. "Yes," said he quietly. "I am a spirit."
They climbed higher and higher still, until it seemed that they must leave the Thomahlia altogether. Always the course was eastward. At last the Jan said to the Geos: "We are now over the Region of Carbon, sir. Shall I risk the light? His lordship might like to see." "Follow your own judgment." "Oh," exclaimed the Aradna; "do it by all means! There is nothing so wonderful as that!"
With that he stepped gracefully, superbly from the dais beneath his throne. He bowed to the Aradna, to Geos, to Chick and to the assembly and was gone. The blue guard followed in silence. The rest of the ordeal was soon done. Nothing more was said about the Jarados, nor of what the Bar Senestro had brought up.
Both wore sandals, and upon their heads curious shakos, made of the finest down, not fur. Both displayed a heavy silken braid looped from one shoulder. Each carried a spear-like weapon, of some shining black material, straight-tapered to a needle-point; but no other arms. Watson pointed to the two uniforms. "What is the significance, Geos?"
He would let the prophecy take care of itself. Besides these three on the dais there were only the Rhamda Geos and the Jan Lucar. These two remained on the edge nearest the body of the temple, the edge at the crest of the stair. The empty chair remained so. Suddenly Chick remembered the warning of Dr. Holcomb: "Read the words of the Prophet." Behold! When the day is at hand, prepare ye!
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