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I would take no unfair advantage. Now!" Chick turned at the same moment and strode to his edge. He turned, and it happened; just what, Chick never knew. He remembered seeing his opponent turn slowly about, and in the next split second he was spinning in the clutch of a tiger. Even before they struck the stone, Chick could feel the Senestro reaching for a death-hold.
Very good; if you are really come out of superstition, then I shall teach you the value of materiality. You are well made and handsome, likewise courageous. May the time soon come when you can put your mettle to the test in a fair conflict!" "It is your own saying, O Senestro!" warned Geos. "You must abide by my Lord's reply." "True; and I shall abide. I know nothing of black magic, or any other.
He shot across the temple, a streak of melody, silver, dulcet, to the far corner of the giant building. But the thing did not jar the Senestro. "Well done, Sir Phantom! Anyhow, 'tis your last play! I would not have it otherwise. I hope you can die as prettily! Are you ready?" "Ready? What for?" retorted Watson. "Why, should I trouble myself with preparations?"
Let him qualify on the Day of the Prophet." "My lord, do you accept?" Watson had no idea what the "ordeal" might be, nor what might be the significance of the day. But he could not very well refuse. He spoke as lightly as he could. "Of course. I accept anything." Then, addressing the prince: "One word, O Senestro." "Speak up, Sir Phantom!" "Bar Senestro what have you done with the Jarados?"
The Geos took his hand. "It is proven!" he declared. Then, to the Rhamdas: "Is there any question, my brothers?" But no word came from the floor. Seemingly superstition had triumphed over all else. The men of learning turned none but reverent faces toward Watson. He forebore to glance at the Bar Senestro. Despite the triumph he was apprehensive of the princes's keen genius.
Had I stayed in Berkeley I could have delivered it all, but" and he laughed "I know a whole lot more, now; and, paradoxically, I know far less! First let me speak to the Geos." He learned that the struggle outside had terminated successfully for the Rhamda and his men. All was quiet. The Senestro had made his escape in safety back to the Mahovisal.
"The TWO of them?" Whereupon Watson learned something rather peculiar. It seemed that the princes of D'Hartia had always married the queens. This Senestro had had a brother, but he died. And in such an event it was the iron custom that the surviving brother marry both queens. It had happened only once before in all history; but the precedent was unbreakable. "Then, there is nothing against it?"
They are waiting; and they will head us off if they can." "The work of Senestro, I suppose. I thought he claimed to some honour." "It is not the prince's work, my lord," replied the soldier. "His D'Hartian and Kospian followers, some of them, have no scruples as to how they might slay the 'false one', as they think you." "Suppose," hazarded Watson, "suppose I WERE the false one?"
But before he could act the Senestro had caught him in the same flying rush as in the beginning, and had whirled him off his feet. And when he came down the Bar had an unbreakable hold. Chick struggled in vain. The Bar tightened his grip. A spasm of pain shot through Chick's torso; he could feel his bones giving way. His strength was gone; he could see death.
We have the substance of ourselves, and the words of the prophet. The Jarados has written his prophecy in letters of gold, for all to see. 'The false ones. Them ye shall slay. It is the will of the Rhamdas that the great Bar Senestro shall try the proof of the occult. On this, the first of the Sixteen Days, the test shall be on the Spot of Life!" He turned away.
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