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Updated: June 19, 2025
So high were they now that the Thomahlia below was totally lost from view; it was but a maze of lurking shadows. The sun was only a gash of amber it was twilight down on the ground. And Watson watched the black line of the Thomahlian shadow climb the purple heights before him until only the highest crests and the jewelled crags flashed in the sun's last rays.
And yet, through it all The Jarados was a mystic. He studied life after a manner of his own. He was a stickler for getting down to the very heart of things, for prodding around among causes until he found the cause itself. And thus he learned the secret of the occult. For so he taught. And presently the Jarados was recognized as an authority on what the Thomahlia called "the next world."
He became more and more convinced that he himself had practically no control over his affairs; that he was in the hands of an irresistible Fate; and that he could not help it his good angel was none other than the prophet who, almost ninety centuries ago, had lived and taught upon the Thomahlia, and in the end had returned to the unknown. But how could such a thing be?
They climbed higher and higher still, until it seemed that they must leave the Thomahlia altogether. Always the course was eastward. At last the Jan said to the Geos: "We are now over the Region of Carbon, sir. Shall I risk the light? His lordship might like to see." "Follow your own judgment." "Oh," exclaimed the Aradna; "do it by all means! There is nothing so wonderful as that!"
Instead, the people on the stairs were gazing down from the Spot of Life, straight into the colossal Temple of the Jarados. It was as Chick had described it immense beyond conception. Through the great doors and out into the plaza beyond was gathered all Thomahlia, reverent, like those waiting for the crack of doom.
He had risked his life to come through; it was no more than fair that I should accede to his caution and insure him a safe return to his own world. "But things went wrong. It was ignorance as much as accident. At Chatterton Place I was caught in the Blind Spot, and without a particle of preparation was tossed into the Thomahlia. "When I came through, the Nervina went out.
Through it all the Rhamda Geos Listened in something like awe. He was hearing of wonders never before guessed in the Thomahlia. As the prospective son-in-law of the Jarados, Watson automatically lifted himself to a supreme height, so great that, could he only hold himself up to it, he would have a prestige second only to that of the prophet himself. All of a sudden he thought of a question.
"If possible. I want to see your world." "I think it can be arranged. Is your lordship ready to go?" "Presently." Watson laid a hand on the big globe he had already puzzled over. "This represents the Thomahlia?" "Yes, my lord." "How long is your day, Geos?" "Twenty-four hours," "I mean, how many revolutions in one circuit of the sun, in one year-circle?"
There are many very learned men who could not be Rhamdas; and there are many who have had no learning at all who eventually were admitted. The qualifications are intellectual, not educational; the mind is put to a rigid test. It is examined for alertness, perception, memory, reason, emotion, and control. There is no greater honour in all the Thomahlia." "And they are all athletes?"
The first actual words from the missing professor! Each syllable was frozen into Watson's memory. The Geos was clutching his arm. "Did you understand, my lord? We heard the voice of the prophet! What did he say?" "Yes, I understand. He used his own language my language. And he said" taking the reins firmly into his hands "he said that we must return to the Thomahlia.
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