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Updated: September 26, 2025
An exclamation from Oteo made them all move towards him, in spite of the Doctor's command. There, close by Oteo's feet, they saw the tiny figure of the Very Young Man, already no more than an inch in height, and rapidly growing smaller. The Doctor bent down, and the little figure waved its arms in terror. "Don't get smaller," called the Doctor.
And all too, who in him believe, and who for him want freedom, they shall come too. Let Oteo tell them magic shall be performed and Lylda will speak with them. "Make haste, my husband, for now I go to change my dress. Not as the Master's woman will I speak, but as Lylda Oroid woman woman of the people." And with a flashing glance, she turned and swiftly left the balcony.
The Doctor knelt beside the Very Young Man for a moment, and, finding he was not seriously hurt, left him and rejoined the Chemist and Big Business Man, who, with Oteo, had forced the struggling mass of little figures some distance away. "I'm going to get larger," shouted the Big Business Man a moment later. "Wipe them all out, damn it; I can do it. We can't keep on this way."
"We can get larger," said the Big Business Man, pointing upwards to the roof overhead. "Larger and then " He swayed a trifle, breathing hard. His legs were covered with blood from a dozen wounds. Oteo, fighting back and forth before them, was holding the crowd in check; a heap of dead lay in a semicircle in front of him.
The meal, at the Doctor's insistence, was frugal to the extreme, and was soon over. They selected Oteo to stand guard first. The youth, when he understood what was intended, pleaded so with his master that the Chemist agreed. Utterly worn out, the travelers lay down on a mossy bank at the river's edge, and in a few moments were all fast asleep. Oteo sat nearby with his back against a tree-trunk.
Then he thought of his friend the Banker. Perhaps the ring had not been moved from its place in the clubroom. Then he looked at the sky again then Broadway only thirty feet away from him this moment! He smiled a little at this conception, and drew a long breath awed by his thoughts. Oteo was plucking at his sleeve and pointing. Across the street stood Reoh's house.
Oteo and Eena, standing ankle-deep in the water, were unattacked, and at a word from the Chemist the others joined them, leaving little heaps of mangled human forms upon the beach where they had trod. All except Lylda. She stood her ground her face bloodless, her eyes filled with tears. Her feet were covered now; her ankles bleeding from a dozen tiny knives hacking at her flesh.
But that he could speak, in the centre of Arite, after this morning, and that the people would listen " "It seems to me things are getting worse every minute," said the Big Business Man. Oteo spoke again. The Chemist translated. "The police did nothing. They simply stood and listened, but took no part." "Bad; very bad," repeated the old man, shaking his head.
"My sister also?" he smiled gently at Aura. "My way lies with you, too," the girl answered simply. "For no man here has held my heart." The Very Young Man stepped forward. "Do we take them with us?" He indicated Oteo and Eena, who stood silently watching. "Ask them, Lylda," said the Chemist. Calling them to her, Lylda spoke to the youth and the girl in her native tongue.
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