He could not understand what Holcomb
meant.
Queen waited only until the Senestro set foot on the dais. She
crouched, then leaped.
It was done.
With a lightning shift of his nimble feet, the high-tempered Bar
kicked the shepherd in the side. Caught at full leap, she was
knocked completely over and fell upon the snow-stone.
It was the Sacrilege!
Even the Bars beyond the Senestro stopped in horror. The Four-
Footed One--sacred to the Jarados--it was she who had been
touched! Had the Senestro undone all on the Spot of Judgment, What
would be the end?
Fenton acted. He caught the Senestro before he could get his
balance and with a mighty heave hurled him over the side of the
stair. A second, and it was over.
Another second was the last. For the great Leaf of the Jarados had
opened.
The green and red stood still; but out of the blue came a dazzling
light, a powerful beam; so brilliant, it seemed solid. It shot
across the whole sweep of the temple and touched the Prophecy.
Over the golden scrolls it traced its marvellous colour, until it
came to the lines:
Beware ye of sacrilege! Lest I take from ye all that I
have given ye, and the day be postponed--beware ye of
sacrilege!
For a moment the strange light stood still, so that the checked
millions might read. Then it turned upon the dais.
There it spread, and hovered over the group, until it seemed to
work them together--the Nervina to Harry, the Aradna to Hobart.
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