I would not marry the Senestro; I love him not.
I would abide by the prophet, and await the chosen." She
hesitated. "What do you know of the chosen, my lord?"
"Nothing, O Aradna."
"Has not the Rhamda Geos told you?"
"Partly, but not fully. There is something that he is
withholding."
"Very likely. And now--will you kneel, my lord?"
Watson knelt. The queen held out her hand. Behind him Chick could
hear a deep murmur from the assembled multitudes. Just what was
the significance of that sound he did not know; nor did he care.
It was enough for him that he was to fight for this delicately
beautiful maiden. He would let the prophecy take care of itself.
Besides these three on the dais there were only the Rhamda Geos
and the Jan Lucar. These two remained on the edge nearest the body
of the temple, the edge at the crest of the stair. The empty chair
remained so.
Suddenly Chick remembered the warning of Dr. Holcomb: "Read the
words of the Prophet." And he took advantage of the breathing-
spell to peruse the legends on the great golden scrolls:
THE PROPHECY OF THE JARADOS
Behold! When the day is at hand, prepare ye!
For, when that day cometh, ye shall have signs and portents from
the world beyond. Wisdom cometh out of life, and life walketh out
of wisdom. Yea, in the manner of life and of spirit ye shall have
them, and of substance even like unto you yourselves.
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