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The crimson guard fell in behind Watson, the black-gowned took their places ahead, and the Jan Lucar and the Geos walked on either side. They stepped out into the corridor. By the indicator of a vertical clock, Chick noted that it was nine. He did not know the day of the year other than from the Thomahlian calendar; but he knew that it was close to sunset.
But you can put full confidence in the Rhamdas." Then the speaker dropped the language of the earth and used the Thomahlian tongue again: "It is I who speak I, the Prophet; the Prophet Jarados!" All in the voice of Dr. Holcomb. The blazing leaf faded into blackness, and the talking ceased. Chick was glad of the darkness; the whole thing was like magic, and too good to believe.
Chick saw, however that the positions of the red and green were just the obverse of what glowed in the distance; and then he heard the voice, strong and distinct, speaking with a slight metallic twang as from a microphone hidden in that little, blazing, coloured leaf: "Listen, ye who have ears to listen!" It was said in the Thomahlian tongue. The Geos breathed: "The voice of the Prophet Jarados!"
"Yet, knowing what we do about the structure of the atom, of electronic activity, of quantels, we must admit that there is a huge, unoccupied space that is, we can't see that it is occupied in and between the interstices of the atom. "It is in the region, mingled and intertwined with the electrons which make up the world we know so well, that in my opinion the Thomahlian world exists.
"Give him some of the liquor; it will do him good. It will put the old energy back in his bones." The voice rang oddly familiar in Watson's ears. The words were Thomahlian; not until Chick had drained his glass did he comprehend their significance. "Who are you?" he asked. The Bar with the red hair grinned. "Whist, me lad," using Chick's own tongue. "Get rid of these Thomahlians.
By means of an inductor I drew out the iron principle from the ether and built up the metal. Only it was not precisely iron but its Thomahlian equivalent. Had you been on the earth side you would have seen nothing at all, not even myself. I was on the wrong aspect of the spectrum.
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.
In the air above the city an uncountable number of very small objects darted hither and thither like sparkling fireflies. It was difficult to realise that they, too, were aircraft. To the west lay an immense expanse of silver, melting smoothly into the horizon. Watson took it to be the Thomahlian ocean. Then he looked up at the sky directly above him, and breathed a quick exclamation.
Is there any question?" Wendel managed to put one. "You said, 'back in the twentieth century. Is it a question of time displacement, sir?" "Suppose we forgo that point at present. You will note, however, that the Thomahlian world is certainly far in advance of our own." "Professor," asked Watson, "is it the occult?" "Ah," brightening; "now we are getting back to the old point.
"Not just now, Harry; we have company." The Geos and the Jan had entered. "Besides, I am not quite ready. There remain several tangles to be unravelled." As he shook hands with the Geos, he spoke in the Thomahlian tongue. "You are more than welcome." The Rhamda bent low in reverence and awe. His voice was hushed. He spoke: "Art thou the Jarados, my lord?" "Aye," stated the doctor.
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