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Updated: June 18, 2025
A tremor in the air, and they were gone, leaving only a pink pool on the ground. Senestro alone remained untouched. He was about to open the white door; for a second he posed, defiant and handsome. Then the great Bar ducked swiftly and almost with the same motion dodged into the building. Chick and Pat were right after him. Inside was darkness.
Up the stairs came the Bars, leading and being pressed forward by the horde. At their head dashed the Bar Senestro, handsome as Alexander. Hobart stepped forward to meet him, but the doctor stopped him with a word. Only a few seconds elapsed between death and salvation. Again Dr. Holcomb signed to Watson; not a sound came through. Watson hesitated. The dog Queen shot to her feet.
Queen waited only until the Senestro set foot on the dais. She crouched, then leaped. It was done. With a lightning shift of his nimble feet, the high-tempered Bar kicked the shepherd in the side. Caught at full leap, she was knocked completely over and fell upon the snow-stone. It was the Sacrilege! Even the Bars beyond the Senestro stopped in horror.
To be more specific, my lord, it is they who accuse you of being one of the false ones." "Why?" "Because it is written in the prophecy, my lord, that we may expect impostors, and that we are to slay them." "Then this coming contest with the Senestro " beginning to sense the drift of things. "Yes, my lord; it will be a physical contest, in which the best man destroys the other!"
"One is from the queen, my lord; the other from Bar Senestro. The blue is the cloth of the Bars; the red, that of the queens. The Bar and the queen send this bodyguard with their respective compliments." Chick took the bundle that Geos had brought, and proceeded to don his own clothes, finding deep satisfaction in the fact that they had arrived as intact as he.
Another moment would have been the end. But something happened. The Senestro miraculously let go his hold. Chick felt something soft brush against his cheek. He heard a queer snapping, and shouts of wonder, and a dreadful choking sound from the Bar. He raised dizzily on one arm. His eyes cleared a bit.
He led the way toward a low, triangular platform, at the entrance a single white door to the palace. Pat MacPherson's automatic flashed and barked. Next instant Watson was in action. The Bar next to the Senestro staggered, then collapsed against his chieftain.
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."
Watson instantly remembered the words of the Bar Senestro: "They sing but for the Jarados." He quietly reached up and caught the songster in his hand, and he held it up to the astonished crowd. Still the song continued. Chick held him an instant longer, and then gave him a toss high into the air.
And in that one second Watson knew that he was in the grip of his master. His mind functioned like lightning. His legs and arms flashed for the counterhold that would save him. They struck the Spot and rolled over and over. Chick caught his hold, but the Senestro broke it almost instantly. Yet it had saved him; for a minute they spun around like a pair of whirligigs. Watson kept on the defensive.
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