"Kalamita plays an impossible game," he said, "since, thanks to our ability thus to speak together, her moves and even her intent is known. Be of good courage, therefore, beloved. I go now to Himyra to prepare against the day when in truth you shall feel _my_ touch again." The waters of the Central Sea were a golden ripple in the early sunshine, as he sped back then to Himyra and opened the eyes of his body to Robur's wing of the palace and sat up on his couch. * * * * * Throughout the next day Jason and Robur passed from one place to another, calling the captains, whom Croft himself had trained, before them, explaining, issuing their orders, bidding them put night shifts to work upon the task--giving here the commands for the forging of copper beams and trusses--there the design for huge tanks in which the death-dealing liquid fire would be stored. Late in the afternoon, bulletins struck off Jason's presses appeared posted on the corners--flaunting the news of Zollaria's latest move before the people's eyes. Those who could read gathered about them and translated the message of ink and paper to their less erudite fellows. Inside an hour Himyra was howling with anger and amaze. Leaving the metal foundry, where they had been giving orders for the making of the fire-containing tanks, Croft and Robur found their motur all but mobbed by a wildly inflamed crowd. The caution for a quiet acceptance included in the bulletins was temporarily ignored. Naia of Aphur, the beauty of the state, was captive. The Mouthpiece of Zitu--the strong man who had twice brought the northern nation's plans to disaster--was robbed of wife and child. "To Zollaria! To Berla! Seize and punish! Death to the spawn of Zitemku--the torturers of women and children!" the populace howled. Corner orators appeared and harangued their fellows, giving way as Robur's car approached with the sun flag of Aphur flapping above it, to point toward Jason, and shriek that here was the Mouthpiece himself. Time after time Croft was forced to rise and address the seething press of men and women that blocked the thoroughfare, begging them to give him passage on an errand connected with the safety of Naia and Jason--counseling a quiet demeanor--asking the sympathy and support of the men of Aphur in his endeavors to meet the situation--suggesting that any move of a violent nature would hinder rather than help him in the present instance--promising action--declaring that in order to keep spies from Himyra all vessels mounting the Na would be searched by Aphurian guardsmen, and that all strangers would be stopped at Himyra's walls. Time and again Robur rose to stand beside him in the motur. "Zitu's Mouthpiece has spoken. Aphur hears and obeys. Give way. The Mouthpiece goes to Scira to organize a mission!" he roared. "To what end?" a strong voice questioned on one such occasion. Despite their royal caste, the Tamarizians were a democratic nation.