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Updated: June 18, 2025
"That's what I call living!" he grinned. "They can keep on looking for the June Bug all night!" Chick looked out. They were inside the great room from which they had started; the trip was over; the plunge had been made in safety. Chick took a long breath, and held out a hand. "A man after my own heart, Jan Lucar. I foresee that we may have great sport with the Senestro."
Whatever Chick knew of wrestling, the Senestro knew just a bit more. It was a whirling mass of legs and bodies in continuous convulsion, silent except for the terrible panting of the men, and the low, stifled exclamations of the onlookers. And then Watson grew weak. He tried once more. They spun to their feet.
"The outcome will have a double interpretation the spiritual one of the prophecy, and the earthly, material one that concerns myself. If you conquer, my lord, I am freed. I would not marry the Senestro; I love him not. I would abide by the prophet, and await the chosen." She hesitated. "What do you know of the chosen, my lord?" "Nothing, O Aradna." "Has not the Rhamda Geos told you?"
The Four- Footed One sacred to the Jarados it was she who had been touched! Had the Senestro undone all on the Spot of Judgment, What would be the end? Fenton acted. He caught the Senestro before he could get his balance and with a mighty heave hurled him over the side of the stair. A second, and it was over. Another second was the last. For the great Leaf of the Jarados had opened.
Some time, somewhere, Chick had heard that bell before. In his present condition his memory refused to serve him. He was covered with blood; he tried to rise, to crawl to this snarling animal that was throttling the Senestro. But something seemed to snap within him, and all went black. When he opened his eyes again all had changed. He was lying on a couch with a number of people about.
Does not the prophet himself say: 'And behold, in the last days there shall come among ye the false ones. Them ye shall slay'?" "All very true, Bar Senestro. But you well know we all know that the true prophecy was to be fulfilled when the Spot was opened. Did not the fulfilment begin when the Avec and the Nervina passed through to the other side?" "The fulfilment, Geos?
"'Verily, says he, most solemnly, 'thou art of th' royal Bars! An' he made me a high officer, he did." "Was he the Bar Senestro?" asked Watson. "Nay; 'twas a far better man Senestro's brother, that died not long after. When Oi saw th' Senestro, Oi had sinse enough to kape me mouth shut. An' now Oi'm a high Bar next to th' Senestro hisself!
In front of it stood a line of Blue Guards, headed by the Senestro. Their confusion showed that something altogether unexpected had happened. They were ducking here and there, seemingly bewildered by the sudden vanishing of that protecting blue dazzle. The Senestro was trying to restore order; and in a moment he succeeded.
There are some scholars who hold that such a problem as this presages the coming of the end and the advent of the chosen. But others oppose this interpretation, for reasons purely material: for if the Bar Senestro should marry both queens it would make him the sole ruler of the Thomahlia.
Chick foresaw that he would be compelled to combine the methods of three kinds of combat: boxing, ju-jitsu, and the good old catch-as-catch-can wrestling. If the Senestro were superior to the Jan, he would have a time indeed. Though Watson conquered, he could not but concede that the Jan was not only clever but scientific to an oily, bewildering degree. The Lucar paused. "Enough, my lord!
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