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Updated: May 11, 2025
Things were coming to a climax; Chick needed no lynx's eye to see that the die had been cast between the Bars and the Rhamdas. Soon the Senestro must make a bold move, or else release the professor. Chick had not long to wait. It came one evening. Once again he found himself in the June Bug, accompanied by the Geos, the Jan Lucar, and the little Aradna herself.
A pause, and Watson asked, "Where is this temple? And is this room a part of the building?" "No. You are in the Sar-Amenive Hospital, an institution of the Rhamdas." The Rhamdas! So there were several of them. A sort of society, perhaps. "In San Francisco?" "No. San Francisco! Again I fail to understand. This locality is known as the Mahovisal." "The Mahovisal!"
Seems there was some rumpus aboot th' old Rhamda Avec, which same Oi always kept away from him as was goin' to prove th' spirits! Annyhow, we was guardin' th' temple awaitin' th' spook as was promised. An' thot's how we got th' ould doc. "But th' Rhamdas niver saw him. Th' Senestro double-crossed 'em, an' slipped th' doctor oop to th' Palace av Light." "The Palace of what?"
Geos stepped aside with a bow, and Watson strode forward into the presence of the Council of the Rhamdas. It was a critical moment for Chick. Out of the impulse of his inner nature he had chosen the odds that he must now uphold against the combined wisdom of these intellectuals.
Whatever feeling Chick entertained for the one was offset by what he felt for the other. He was between two forces; his instinct warned him of the Bar, sceptical, powerful, ruthless, a man to be reckoned with; but his better nature went out to the young queen. At a motion from Geos, the whole assembly of Rhamdas stood up. The action was both dignified and reverent.
There was not long to wait. The days passed. The palace was full of Rhamdas, summoned by Dr. Holcomb, who, as the Jarados himself, was now issuing orders concerning the great day, the last of the sixteen days, now very close at hand; the day which the Rhamdas constantly alluded to as "the Day of Judgment." The Senestro went unmolested.
Watson wondered just who this Jarados might be; but for the moment he went back to the previous question. "This Rhamda Avec: you were about to tell me about him. Let me have as much as I can understand, sir." "Ah, yes! The great Rhamda Avec. Perhaps you may recall him when your mind clears a little more. My dear sir, he is, or was, the chief of the Rhamdas of all the Thomahlia."
"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."
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.
Up went the Rhamdas deploying to right and left against the silver walls. The crimson and blue uniformed guards remained behind, lining the lane through the throng. At the foot of the steps Chick stopped and looked around, and again he felt numb at the sheer vastness of it all.
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