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Watson thought in silence for a moment. He noted the extremely keen interest of the Rhamda, the ultra-intelligent flicker of the eyes, the light of query and critical analysis. "You call this the Mahovisal, sir? What is it: town, world or institution?" The other smiled again.
"We are going to the Mahovisal," spoke the doctor "to the Temple of the Bell and Leaf. There is still something I must know before the Judgment." He was speaking English. "If we can bring the Prophecy to pass just so far, and no farther, we shall be able to extricate ourselves nicely. Anyway, I think we shall not return to the Palace of Light." He held a black leather case in his hand.
"In that manner we know at all times where we are located, and which way we are flying. We shall arrive in the Mahovisal shortly." As he spoke the craft was gaining speed, and soon was travelling at an even greater rate than before. The red dot began to crawl at an astonishing speed.
"This is our landscape," spoke the Rhamda. "According to the Jarados, it is not like that of the next world your world, my lord. After you meet the Rhamdas, I shall take you into the Mahovisal for a closer view of it all." They reached the bottom of the stairway.
"Let us go a bit farther. Remember, we are still upon the earth. And that we are still in San Francisco, although all the while we are also in the Mahovisal. This is 288 Chatterton Place, and at the same time it is the Temple of the Bell. It might be a hundred or a thousand other places just as well, too, if my hypothesis is correct; which we shall see. "Now, what does this mean?
You have done right to trust your instinct; have no fear, yet remember that if you if we make one false step we are lost. "Finally, if you should succeed in your contest with the Senestro, I shall send for you; but if you fail, I know how to die. "Return at once to the Mahovisal. Don't cross into the Region of Carbon. Take care how you go back; the Bars are waiting.
Only once before have we had a single ruler; for centuries upon centuries we have had two queens; one of the D'Hartians, and the other of the Kospians, enthroned here in the Mahovisal." Watson would have liked to learn far more. But the time seemed one for action on his part; bold action, and positive. "Rhamda Geos I do not know what is your version of the prophecy.
In a short time they had crossed the great range of mountains and were hovering over the Mahovisal. There was no sound. Though the city was packed with untold millions, the tension was such that scarcely a murmur came out of the metropolis.
Returning to the Mahovisal, he worked now to further the truths of the Prophecy. Still the millions continued to descend upon the Mahovisal. Coming from the furthermost parts of the Thomahlia, the pilgrims' aircraft kept the air above the city constantly alive. There were days such as no man had ever known. Even the Rhamdas, trained to composure, gave evidence of the strain.
They are the Mahovisal, and of the Temple of the Bell. They are led by the great Bar Senestro." "And there were times when these Bars, led by this Senestro, held guard over the Spot of Life?" To this Geos nodded; and Watson went on: "And who is this great Senestro?" "He is the chief of the Bars, and a prince of D'Hartia. He is the affianced of the two queens, the Aradna and the Nervina."
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