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Watson decided to find out something he had not had time to locate in the library. "The Rhamda may have told you, Jan Lucar, that I am here to seek the Jarados. Now, I suspect the Senestro. Can you imagine what he has done to the prophet?" "My lord," remonstrated the other, "daring as the Bar might be, he could do nothing to the Jarados. He would not dare."
"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.
But not even the Bars," with magnificent confidence, "can stand before us now! We have had the proof of the Jarados, and we know that no matter what the odds, he will carry us through." "What are you going to do?" "I propose to shoot it, my lord." And without explaining the Jan asked the Geos: "Are you agreeable? The June Bug will hold; the prophet will protect us." "Surely," returned the Rhamda.
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.
He kin build up a man's thoughts just like you or me kin pile oop lumber. 'Tis that deep he is wit' th' calculations!" Watson tried to think. There was just one superlative question now. He put it. "I dinna know if he's th' Jarados," was the reply. "But if so be not, then he's his twin brother, sure enough." "Is he a prisoner?" "I wouldna say that, though there's them as think so.
Watson knew that the moment had come to test his luck to the uttermost. There was but one thing to do; he did it. He said to the Rhamda Geos, in a tone of the utmost indifference: "I am willing." Geos was distinctively relieved, "It is good, my lord. Tell us in simple words. Describe the Jarados just as you have seen him, just as you would have us see him. Afterwards we shall open the Leaf."
That is the first stage of true science; afterwards comes the higher levels where all things have a reason; ethics, inspiration, thought, emotion " "And the judgment of the Jarados?" Watson could not have told why he said it. It was impulse, and the impromptu suggestion of a half-thought.
For he was looking back now at the portal through which the procession had marched; a portal now closed; and above it, covering a great expanse of that wall and extending up almost into the brooding cloud above, was spread a mighty replica of the tri- coloured Sign of the Jarados. For the first time Chick felt the full significance of symbolism.
Hearken to the words of the Jarados, the prophet and mouthpiece of the infinite intelligence, ruler of justice, peace, and love! So be it forever! Chick read it a second time. Like all prophecies, it was somewhat Delphic; but he could get the general drift. In that golden script he was looking into the heart of all Thomahlia into its greatness, its culture, its civilisation itself.
You are from the Jarados! You know the great Rhamda Avec you have seen him!" "I have," declared Watson. "In the other world? You can remember?" "Yes," again committing himself. "I have seen Avec in another world. But tell me, before we go on I would have an answer to my question: did anyone precede me?" "No." Watson was nonplussed, but he concealed the fact. "Are you sure?" "Quite, my dear sir.
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