"This is our landscape," spoke the Rhamda. "According to the
Jarados, it is not like that of the next world--your world, my
lord. After you meet the Rhamdas, I shall take you into the
Mahovisal for a closer view of it all."
They reached the bottom of the stairway. Chick noted the
architecture in the entrance-way at this point; the seeming
solidness of structure, as if the whole had been chiselled, not
built. The vestibule was really a hall, domed and high, large
enough to shelter a hundred. Like the corridor outside Chick's
room, it was lined with a row each of red and blue uniformed
guards.
Invariably the one belonged to the blond, lithe, quick-feeling
type, the others heavy, sturdy, formidable. The extremities of the
two lines converged on an oval-topped doorway, very large, having
above it a design conventionalised from the three-leafed clover.
One leaf was scarlet, one blue, the other green.
The door opened. The guards halted. Geos stepped aside with a bow,
and Watson strode forward into the presence of the Council of the
Rhamdas.
XXXIV
THE BAR SENESTRO
It was a critical moment for Chick. Out of the impulse of his
inner nature he had chosen the odds that he must now uphold
against the combined wisdom of these intellectuals. He was alone,
with no one to guide him save Geos, who undoubtedly was his
friend, but who as undoubtedly would desert him upon the slightest
inkling of imposture.
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