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George's part at the banquet while he, himself, sat there in the rôle of his own outer consciousness. But neither he nor that hypothetical "some one else," who was also he, lost for one instant the heavenly knowledge that Olivia was up there at the head of the table. Amory, in spite of diplomatic effort, had not succeeded in imparting to St. George anything of his talk with Jarvo.
"The adôn will wait until sunrise to go ashore?" asked Jarvo. "Sunrise!" cried St. George. "Heaven on earth, no. We'll go now." There was no need to ask the others. Whatever might be toward, they were eager to be about, though Rollo ventured to St. George a deprecatory: "You know, sir, one can't be too careful, sir." "Will you prefer to stay aboard?" St. George put it quietly.
George's side, Little Cawthorne awoke and sat upright and inquiring, in his hammock. "What is the matter with his feet?" he inquired peevishly. "I shall certainly ask him directly." "It's the seventh day out," Amory observed, "and still nobody knows." For Jarvo and Akko had another distinction besides their diminutive stature and greyhound build.
"By permission of Prince Tabnit," replied Jarvo, "one is borne up by six imperial carriers, trained in the service from birth. One attempting the ascent alone would be dashed in pieces." "No municipal line of airships?" ventured Amory in slow astonishment. Jarvo did not quite get this. "The airships, adôn," he said, "belong to the imperial household and are kept at the summit of Mount Khalak."
The landing, effected with the utmost caution, was upon a flat stone already a few inches submerged by the rising tide. Looking up at the jagged, beetling world above them their task appeared hopeless enough. But Jarvo found footing in an instant, and St. George and Amory pressed closely behind him, Rollo and little Akko silently bringing up the rear and carrying the oil-skins.
Medora Hastings, in all its excesses of tone and pitch, was tilted in a kind of universal reproving. Then he was aware that Jarvo, beseeching him not to leave the motor, had somehow got him away from all the tumult and the questioning and the crush of the other motors setting tardily off down the avenue in a kind cf majestic pursuit of the princess.
Before they reached the bottom of the steps they divined, issuing from an isolated, temple-seeming building below, a train of sober-liveried attendants, all at first glance resembling Jarvo and Akko. These defiled leisurely toward the strangers and lined up irregularly at the foot of the steps. "Enter Trouble," said Amory happily.
George looked at him as if he had first seen him, so that Amory once more explained his presence and pointed to the oil-skins. And St. George said only: "Now we're coming up a little don't you think we're coming up a little? Throw it wide open, Jarvo now, go!" "What are you going to do when you catch them?" demanded Amory. "We can't lunge into them, for fear of hurting Miss Holland.
There on the side of the courtyard opposite the windows of the banquet room stood the motor that was that night to go back to Melita. Bolt upright on the seat was Jarvo, and climbing in the tonneau, with his neck stretched toward the confusion of the palace, was Rollo.
The glass passed from hand to hand, and in turn they all swept the low sky where the faint points burned; but when some one had cried that the lights were no longer visible, and the others had verified the cry by looking blankly into a sudden waste of milky black black water, pale light and turned baffled eyes to Jarvo, the little man spoke smoothly, not even reaching a lean, brown hand for the glass.
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