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Updated: June 19, 2025
Hearken to the words of the Jarados, the prophet and mouthpiece of the infinite intelligence, ruler of justice, peace, and love! So be it forever! Chick read it a second time. Like all prophecies, it was somewhat Delphic; but he could get the general drift. In that golden script he was looking into the heart of all Thomahlia into its greatness, its culture, its civilisation itself.
"But we feel that our personal experiences, in witnessing the interior of the Thomahlia cannot be thus explained away. Our accounts tally too exactly; and we are not subject to group hypnosis. "To explain this we believe a new hypothesis is called for. We submit that what we saw was not unreal.
And I must congratulate you, my dear sir, on having fallen, not into the hands of Bar Senestro, but into those of my own kind. It is a proof of the prophecy, and a vindication of the wisdom of the Ten Thousand. "I bid you welcome to the Thomahlia, and I offer you my services, as guide and sponsor." Chick did not reply at once.
If the truth has been spoken, there shall be room for no dispute. It shall be known throughout all Thomahlia that the Chosen of the Jarados has spoken. Let the Leaf be opened!" Chick never knew just what happened, much less how it was accomplished.
Only once before has the Thomahlia seen it." Already they were near enough to the surface to make out the clustered, blinking lights of the towns on the plain below. Ahead of them queer streamers of pale rays thrust through the darkness.
"Because" seeing no harm in telling this "as I remember them, a horse on the other side would make a thousand of this one. People ride them." The Rhamda nodded. "So it is told in the books of Jarados. We had such beasts, once, ourselves. We would have them still, but for the brutality and stupidity of our ancestors. It is the one great sin of the Thomahlia.
Chick took careful note of this, a circle about twenty feet across, as white and unbroken as a bed of frozen snow. Whether it was stone or not he could not determine. All around its edge was a gap that separated it from the dais, a gap several inches across. Chick turned to Geos: "The Spot of Life?" "Even so. It is the strangest thing in all the Thomahlia, my lord. Can you feel it?"
Then, one by one, they flickered out; and all was darkness. Still they ascended. Watson became uneasy, sitting there in the night. "Where are we going?" "To the Carbon Regions, my lord. It is one of the sights of the Thomahlia." "On top of those mountains?" "Beyond, my lord."
But the Bar was totally unconvinced. "All this is childish. Did I not say he is of our world D'Hartian or Kospian, or some other? Does not all Thomahlia know of the Nervina? Few have seen the Rhamda Avec, but what of it? Some have. What this stranger says proves nothing at all. I say, give him a test." "The test?" from Geos, in a hushed tone. "Just that.
He sees that the Prophecy is likely to be fulfilled; so, he counts on being the first to get through, after the Nervina. Then, whether the rest of the Thomahlia follows or not he calls himself the divinely appointed leader now, I understand he will get through and marry the two Queens anyhow!" Perhaps it was because the crowd was so terrifically large.
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