"But would it not do as well if I were to serve you and Ruthar for a while, and those with me, as leaders? Then, when we have won, if we _do_ win, might I not go hence? Would that not serve as well?" Glorian smiled faintly, and Oleric shook his head. "Nay, my brother," the captain replied. "You must put your hands in the hands of the zinds of Ruthar and swear the oath of kingship. That is the only way. 'And the man shall be king over Ruthar and Adlaz,' runs the prophecy." Oleric traced the writing on the slab with his finger. "By those words do the zinds and the people hold. It is the only way." "And if I refuse?" "Then," said Glorian, "the army will not march to-morrow, nor will Zoar drive on the beasts--unless all of the prophecy shall be fulfilled. Then we who have stood as sponsors for you will be derided as cheats and fools, if, indeed, worse things do not befall you and us. And bethink you--those whom you love, who are in Adlaz, will perish miserably, while Bel-Ar and the priests of Shamar mock their miseries. Without you we fail, and without us and the hosts of Ruthar you, too, are powerless." "You argue strongly, lady, and you, too, comrade," Polaris said. "Still, I like not this prospect of being king. I must have a little space in which to ponder it over." "It is now nearly noon," Oleric said. "To-day the zinds from every province and city of Ruthar ride into Zele-omaz--to greet their king. Until to-night, my brother." "Then to-night will I give my answer--here in this hall," Polaris said, and he turned and went to seek out old Zenas Wright. And neither of the two whom he left behind could have guessed at what his answer would be, though it seemed to them that there could only be one answer. For they had come to know him as a man of surpassing determination, and here was a path in which he did not want to set his feet. * * * * * In the old laboratory Janess found Zenas. The work of the geologist was completed. Melinite he had turned out of his workshops by the ton, and the most of it had been transported carefully, and was stored in the forests near to the Kimbrian Wall. Now his thunder factory was deserted. Every last man of his force had gone to join the army. "Yes, my lad, I know," said Zenas, after one glance at Polaris's face. "They have told you about this king business. I know, too--for I know you--that you are bucking it--hard." "I do not want to be a king, old Zenas, but--"