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Updated: June 20, 2025
Lest I take from ye all that I have given ye, and the day be postponed beware ye of sacrilege! And if the false ones cometh not, ye shall know that I have held them. Know ye the day! Sixteen days from the day of the prophet, shall come the day of the judgment; and the way shall be opened, on the last day, the sixteenth day of the Jarados.
Holcomb for the Jarados!" And she led the way. Watson followed in silent wonder; behind him came the Geos and the rest, quiet and reverent. The soft glow still held, so that they seemed to be walking through the walls of cold fire. At the end of the passage they came to a door. The Nervina touched three unmarked spots on the walls. The door opened.
You were not expecting the Jarados." "Not yet, my lord. The coming of the Jarados shall be close to the Day of the Judgment. But it could not be so soon; there were to be signs and portents. We were to solve the problem first; we were to know the reason of the shadow and the why of the spirit.
It was the Senestro. "Hail, Sir Phantom! Pardon my abrupt manner of welcome. I suppose you have come for the Jarados?" And he laughed, a laugh full of mockery and triumph. "Perhaps you think I intend to kill you?" Watson said no word. He had been outwitted. He awaited the end. But the Senestro saw fit to say, with an irony that told how sure he was: "However, I am opposed to killing in cold blood.
"They are the heads of of the Thomahlia; not the nominal nor political nor religious heads they are neither judicial, executive nor legislative; but the real heads, still above. They might be called the supreme college of wisdom, of science and of research. Also, they are the keepers of the bell and its temple, and the interpreters of the Prophecy of the Jarados." "I see.
MAKE food. Watson thought best simply to answer the question: "As I remember it, Rhamda Geos, we had a sort of meat called beef the flesh of certain animals." The Rhamda was intensely interested. "Are they large? Some interpret the Jarados to that effect. Tell me, are they like this?" And he pulled a silver whistle from his pocket and, placing it to his lips, blew two short, shrill notes.
And Chick gathered that his famous prophecy which he had yet to read, where it hung on the wall of the temple gave every detail of the Jarados' profound convictions and teachings regarding the mystery of the next life. And now comes a curious thing.
The great Bar was on his back; and at his throat was a snarling thing the creature that Chick had seen in the clover leaf of the Jarados. It was a living dog. To Watson it was all a blur. He was too weak and too broken to remember distinctly. He was conscious only of an uproar, of a torrent of multitudinous sound. And then the deep, enveloping tone of a bell.
Watson instantly remembered the words of the Bar Senestro: "They sing but for the Jarados." He quietly reached up and caught the songster in his hand, and he held it up to the astonished crowd. Still the song continued. Chick held him an instant longer, and then gave him a toss high into the air.
In the centre of the great light-circle the nimbus of blue stood out like a vibrating haze, while all about, in the darkness, could be heard the weird sound made by the passage of life. "When will the Jarados act?" inquired the Geos of the Irishman. But he got no reply. MacPherson spoke to Watson: "Get yer gun ready, lad; get yer gun ready! Look 'tis th' ould boy himself, now!
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