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Updated: June 11, 2025
But the Rhamda Geos had now come to his side. "Do your best, my lord. I regret only that it must be to the death. But the Senestro has challenged the prophecy. Prove that you are not a false one! My heart is with you." It was a good word at a needed moment. Watson stepped over onto the circular Spot of Life. They were both barefooted. Evidently the Thomahlians fought in the old, classic manner.
"What you ask, my lord, is full of danger. You must not be seen in the streets yet. Untold bloodshed would ensue inevitably. To half the Thomahlians you are sacred, and to the other half an impostor. I repeat, my lord, that I must see the Geos and the queen." Another bow and the Jan disappeared, to return in a few moments with the Geos. "The Jan has told me, my lord, that you would go out."
Blending into all the colours of the prism, the bow became for a moment pregnant with an overpowering beauty, symbolical, portentous of something stupendous about to come out of the unknown to the Thomahlians. And next The bow began to move, to swirl, and to change in shape and colour. The three great rivers of light billowed and expanded and rounded into a new form.
Watson instinctively drew back, and as he did so the other stepped forward, touched the snap, and closed the window. "What's the idea? I was just getting interested!" The soldier nodded pleasantly, respectfully reverently. "Orders from below, my lord. Were you to remain at that window it would take all the guards in the Mahovisal to keep back the Thomahlians." "Why?" Chick was astonished.
Bedad, she's a good pup!" "What kind of a dog?" "A foine wan, sor, wit a bit stub av a tail. An' she's that intelligent, she kin jist about talk Frinch. Th' Thomahlians all called her th' Four-footed, an' if they kape on, they'll jist aboot make her th' Pope." Watson was still thick headed. "I don't understand!" "Nor I laddie. But th' ould doc does.
Watson recognised them as the beams of the far-distant searchlights; and then and there he gave thanks for one thing, at least, in which the Thomahlians had seemingly progressed no further than the people of the earth. Coming a little nearer, Chick made out a number of bright, glittering, insect-like objects, revealed by these searchlights. The Jan Lucar said: "The Bars, my lord.
The brief struggle that ensued taught him that he need expect no easy conquest. The Jan was quick, active and the possessor of a science peculiarly effective. The Thomahlians did not box in the manner of the Anglo-Saxons; their mode was peculiar.
Suits me, thought Watson. He was never in finer form. The Jan Lucar was particularly interested. He pinched and stroked Chick's muscles with the caressing pride of a connoisseur. Watson stepped out of the fountain bath in all the vigour of health. He playfully reached out for the Lucar and tripped him up. He sought to learn just what the Thomahlians knew in the art of self- defence.
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