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Updated: May 16, 2025
How hold you that this one is proof out of the occult?" "You are sceptical," returned the Rhamda, evenly. "Even as you behold him, you are full of doubt. But do you not recall the words of the great Avec? Do you not know the Prophecy of the Jarados?" "Truly, Geos; I remember them both. Especially the writing on the wall of the temple.
"Does your spiritism include animals as well as men?" "Naturally; everything that is endowed with life." "I see. Let me ask you: why didn't the Rhamdas interfere and put a stop to this wanton sacrilege against Nature?" The Rhamda smiled. "You forget," replied he, "that these events belong far in the past. At that time the Rhamdas were not. It was even before the coming of the Jarados."
Had she referred to Holcomb and MacPherson? Two had gone through the Blind Spot, and two had come out the Rhamda Avec and the Nervina. "Now there are two," she had said. "Tell me a little more about Holcomb, Pat!" "'Tis a short story. Oi can't tell ye much, owin' to orders from the old gent hisself. He came shortly after th' death of the first Bar, Senestro's brother.
"I I must have time to think. Coming across the border that way you must give me time. You were telling me about the Rhamdas in general; now tell me about Avec in particular." Geos nodded as though he could understand the fog that beclouded Watson's mind. "The Rhamda Avec is, or was, the wisest of them all; the head and the chief, and by far the most able.
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.
I am inclined to blend the two. There is a law somewhere, a very natural one. The Blind Spot is undoubtedly a combination of phenomena; it has a control. We do not know what it is, or where it leads to; neither do we know the motive of the Rhamda. Who is he? If we knew that, we would know everything." "And this ring?" "I shall wear it." "Then God help you. I watched Watson. It's plain poison.
It is a picture of life." "Do the Rhamdas think this?" "Most assuredly. A Rhamda is always first an athlete." "Why?" "Perfection, my lord. A perfect mind does not always dwell in a perfect body, but they strive for it as much as possible. The first test of a Rhamda is his body. After he passes that he must take the mental test." "Mental?" "Moral first.
"Perhaps I am," returned Watson, utterly confounded. He did not know what to say. He had never heard of a Kospian or a D'Hartian, nor of the Mahovisal. It made things difficult; he couldn't get started. Most of all, he wanted information; and, instead, he was being questioned. The best he could do was to equivocate. As for the Rhamda, he frowned.
"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.
I would have saved him. And the Rhamda; was he here, too?" I nodded. Her eyes flashed wickedly. "And and you tell me, did you fight with the Rhamda? You " "It was Watson," I interrupted. "This Rhamda is behind it all. He is the villain. He can fight like a tiger; whoever he is he can fight." She frowned slightly; she shook her head. "You young men," she said. "You young men! You are all alike!
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