For a moment I was puzzled to account for the thing, until I realized
that the reptiles, being deaf, could not have been disturbed by the
noise my body made when it hit the water, and that as there is no such
thing as time within Pellucidar there was no telling how long I had
been beneath the surface. It was a difficult thing to attempt to figure
out by earthly standards—this matter of elapsed time—but when I set
myself to it I began to realize that I might have been submerged a
second or a month or not at all. You have no conception of the strange
contradictions and impossibilities which arise when all methods of
measuring time, as we know them upon earth, are non-existent.
I was about to congratulate myself upon the miracle which had saved me
for the moment, when the memory of the hypnotic powers of the Mahars
filled me with apprehension lest they be practicing their uncanny art
upon me to the end that I merely imagined that I was alone in the
temple. At the thought cold sweat broke out upon me from every pore,
and as I crawled from the water onto one of the tiny islands I was
trembling like a leaf—you cannot imagine the awful horror which even
the simple thought of the repulsive Mahars of Pellucidar induces in the
human mind, and to feel that you are in their power—that they are
crawling, slimy, and abhorrent, to drag you down beneath the waters and
devour you! It is frightful.
But they did not come, and at last I came to the conclusion that I was
indeed alone within the temple. How long I should be alone was the next
question to assail me as I swam frantically about once more in search
of a means to escape.
Several times I called to Ja, but he must have left after I tumbled
into the tank, for I received no response to my cries. Doubtless he had
felt as certain of my doom when he saw me topple from our hiding place
as I had, and lest he too should be discovered, had hastened from the
temple and back to his village.
I knew that there must be some entrance to the building beside the
doorways in the roof, for it did not seem reasonable to believe that
the thousands of slaves which were brought here to feed the Mahars the
human flesh they craved would all be carried through the air, and so I
continued my search until at last it was rewarded by the discovery of
several loose granite blocks in the masonry at one end of the temple.
A little effort proved sufficient to dislodge enough of these stones to
permit me to crawl through into the clearing, and a moment later I had
scurried across the intervening space to the dense jungle beyond.
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