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Updated: June 10, 2025
It's comin' down that's hard on the knees. And if I was to try it alone, sir " Jarvo made a sign of reassurance. "That is not well," he said, "you would be dashed to pieces. Ulfin, one of the six, will wait for us to-night on the edge of the grove. He can conduct the way to the vessel." "Ah, sir," said Rollo, not without a certain self-satisfaction, "something is always sure to turn up, sir."
Yet he was unprepared when, swerving sharply and skirting an immense shoulder of rock, Jarvo suddenly emerged upon a broad retaining wall of stone bordering a smooth, moon-lit terrace extending by shallow flights of steps to the white doors of the king's palace itself. As St.
Frothingham and his excited little daughter, and had borne down upon the Palace of the Litany two hours before noon. Amory, frantic with apprehension, had stayed behind with Jarvo, certain that St. George could not have left the mountain. But now that Olivia stood before the prince it required but a moment to convince her that Prince Tabnit really knew nothing of St. George's whereabouts.
There was said to have been buried with her a casket of love-letters from Alexander, who may have known Yaque and probably at one time visited it and, in that case, was entertained in the very palace. And if this is true the story of his omission to conquer the island may one day divert the world. Jarvo bent before a low tomb whose stone was delicately scored with winged circles.
George and Amory were to mingle with the throng and leave the palace no difficult matter in the press of the departures and, on the side of the courtyard beneath the windows of the banquet room, Jarvo, already joined by Rollo, would be awaiting them in the motor bound for Melita. "It sounds as if it couldn't be done," said Amory in intense enjoyment. "It's bully."
Or rather to Jarvo, who was still the spokesman; lean little Akko, although his intelligence was unrivaled, being content with monosyllables for stepping-stones while the stream of Jarvo's soft speech flowed about him. Barnay, the captain, frankly distrusted them both, and confided to St.
The heart of that elder world beat strangely in one of the upper chambers where they came upon a little work-shop, strewn with unknown metals and tools and empty crucibles, and in their midst a rectangular metallic plate partly traced with a device of boughs, appearing, in one light, slightly fluorescent. "It is the work of the Princess Simyra, adôn," said Jarvo.
"Did not the adôn wish to ascend the mountain?" he asked. "Rather," said Amory, "but how, good heavens?" "I and Akko wish to ascend also; the prince has sent us no message, and we fear him," said Jarvo simply. "There are on the island, adôn, six carriers, trained from birth to make the ascent. They are the sons of those whose duty it was to ascend, and they the sons for many generations.
"How did it happen?" he said. "Who did it? Was it the guard? What did they do it for?" "It looks to me," said St. George only, peering distractedly into the gloom, "as if all those fellows had on uniforms. Can you see?" Jarvo spoke softly. "It is true, adôn," he said, "they are of the guard. This is what they had planned," he added to Amory. "I feared the harm would be to you. It is the same.
Jarvo and Akko, the adieux to whom had been every one's sole regret in leaving the island, had miraculously found their way to the king and his party in their flight, and were despatched to Mount Khalak for such of their belongings as they could collect, and the island sovereign was well content.
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