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Updated: June 6, 2025
I marry the Empress because Zaemon, who is mouthpiece to the High Council of the Priests, has ordered it, for the good of Atlantis. But my inwards remain still cold towards her." "Almost I hate poor Nais already." "Your vengeance would be easy. Do not tell me where she is gaoled, and I shall not dare to ask.
But I tell you I saw all the oppression myself from the oppressor's side. I was high in Phorenice's favour then." "That, too, is easy of credence. Ylga is the fan-girl to the Empress now, and second lady in the kingdom, and those who have seen Ylga could make an easy guess at the parentage of Nais." "We were the daughters of one birth; but I do not count with either Zaemon or Ylga now.
But for the present I remain as I am, celibate, and not wishful to be otherwise; and so in the meantime I would hear the continuance of your history." "It is one long story of success. She deposed Zaemon from his government in name as well as in fact, and the news was spread, and the Priestly Clan rose in its wrath.
"Then the waters will presently test them hard," I said, but there the talk was taken into other lips. Zaemon went forward to the front of the litter with the Symbol of our Lord the Sun glowing in his hand, and burst into a flow of cursing. It was hard for me to hear his words.
"I was bidden stay here by Zaemon," she said, "who forced me to this place by threats and also by promises that my lord would follow. He is very ungentle, that father of mine, but I think he has a kindness for us both, and any way he is my father and I cannot help loving him. Is there no chance to save him from what is going to happen?" "He will not come into this Ark, for I asked him.
Yet the punishment was not ended even then. Other twitchings took him on other parts of the body, and he tore off his armour and his foppish clothes, and always where the bare flesh showed, there had the horrid plague written its white mark; and in the end, being able to endure no more, the man fell to the pavement and lay there writhing. Zaemon said no further word.
And then my eye fell on old Zaemon waving to me with the Symbol to shut down the door in the roof of the Ark. I obeyed his last command, and went down the stair, and closed all ingress behind me. There were bolts placed ready, and I shot these into their sockets, and there were Nais and I alone, and cut off from all the rest of our world that remained.
And on the night which follows, you are to go round to that flank of the Sacred Mountain away from the city where the rocks run down sheer, and there they will lower a rope and haul you up to their hands above." "It seems easy, and I thank you for your pains. I will ask Zaemon that your hand may be restored to you." "You shall have my prayers if it is.
As you stand now, you are hairy enough, and shaggy enough, and naked enough, and dirty enough for some wild savage new landed out of Europe. Have a care that no fine citizen down yonder takes a fancy to your thews, and seizes upon you as his servant." "I somewhat pity him in his household if he does." Old Zaemon laughed. "Why, come to think of it, so do I." But quickly he got grave again.
"I am the daughter of Zaemon," she said, "whom you knew." "You bring me some message from him?" "How could I? He lives in the priests' dwellings on the Mountain you did obeisance to. I have not put eyes on him these two years. But when I saw you first step out from that red pavilion they had pitched at the harbour side, I I felt a pity for you, Deucalion.
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