Nothing more was said about
the Jarados, nor of what the Bar Senestro had brought up. There
were a few questions about the world he had quit, questions which
put no strain upon his imagination to answer. He was out of the
deep water for the present.
When the assembly dissolved Chick was conducted back to the
apartments upstairs. Not to his old room, however, but to an
adjoining suite, a magnificent place--that would have done honour
to a prince. But Chick scarcely noted the beauty of the place. His
attention flew at once to something for which he longed--an
immense globe.
Chick spun it around eagerly upon its axis. The first thing that
he looked for was San Francisco--or, rather, North America. If he
was on the earth he wanted to know it! Surely the oceans and
continents would not change.
But he was doomed to disappointment. There was not a familiar
detail. Outside of a network of curved lines indicating latitude
and longitude, and the accustomed tilt of the polar axis, the
globe was totally strange! So strange that Chick could not decide
which was water and which land.
After a bit of puzzling Chick ran across a yellow patch marked
with some strange characters which, upon examination, were
translated in some unknown manner within his subconscious mind, to
"D'Hartia." Another was lettered "Kospia."
Assuming that these were land--and there were a few other, smaller
ones, of the same shade--then the land area covered approximately
three-fifths of the globe.
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