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I dared not return to the throne room and make my escape that way along
corridors with which I was familiar for I could already hear the rush
of feet toward the ante room door and I was well aware that, although
they could not see me, they could feel me and that unquestionably in
the rush my mantle of invisibility, or at least a portion of it, would
be torn from me, which would indubitably spell my doom.
I ran quickly to the other doorway and unbolted it and as I opened it I
looked back at Haj Osis. His eyes were upon the doorway and they were
wide with incredulity and horror. For an instant I did not realize
the cause and looked quickly behind me to see if I could see what had
caused Haj Osis' fright and then it dawned upon me and I smiled. He had
seen and heard the bolt shot and the door open as though by ghostly
hands.
He must have sensed a vague suspicion of the truth, for he turned
quickly toward the other door and screamed a warning in a high falsetto
voice. "Do not enter," he cried, "until the five xats are up. It is I
who commands--Haj Osis, the Jed."
Closing the door after me and still smiling, I hastened along the
corridor, searching for a ramp that would carry me to the upper levels
of the palace from which I could easily locate the guard room and the
hangar where I had left my ship.
The corridor I had entered led directly into the royal apartments.
At first it was difficult to accustom myself to my invisibility and as
I suddenly entered an apartment in which there were several people, my
first impulse was to turn and flee, but though I had stepped directly
into the view of one of the occupants of the room and at a distance of
little more than five or six feet without attracting his attention,
although his eyes were apparently directly upon me, my confidence was
quickly restored. I continued on across the room as nonchalantly as
though I had been in my own quarters in Helium.
The royal apartments seemed interminable and though I was constantly
seeking a way out of them into one of the main corridors of the
palace, I was instead constantly stumbling into places where I did not
care to be and where I had no business, sometimes with considerable
embarrassment, as when I entered a cozy, private apartment in the
women's quarters at a moment when I was convinced they were not
expecting strange gentlemen.
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