I clawed at my wits and strove to realize what he was saying. He spoke of death within an hour. If it only came sharp and sudden, I did not mind greatly. The plan I had made had slipped utterly out of my mind. My body was so wretched, that I asked only for rest. I was very lighthearted and foolish at that moment. “Kill me if you like,” I whispered. “Some day you will pay dearly for it all. But for God’s sake go away and leave me alone.” Laputa laughed. It was a horrid sound in the darkness. “You are brave, Mr Storekeeper, but I have seen a brave man’s courage ebb very fast when he saw the death which I have arranged for you. Would you like to hear something of it by way of preparation?” In a low gentle voice he began to tell me mysteries of awful cruelty. At first I scarcely heard him, but as he went on my brain seemed to wake from its lethargy. I listened with freezing blood. Not in my wildest nightmares had I imagined such a fate. Then in despite of myself a cry broke from me. “It interests you?” Laputa asked. “I could tell you more, but something must be left to the fancy. Yours should be an active one,” and his hand gripped my shaking wrist and felt my pulse. “Henriques will see that the truth does not fall short of my forecast,” he went on. “For I have appointed Henriques your executioner.” The name brought my senses back to me. “Kill me,” I said, “but for God’s sake kill Henriques too. If you did justice you would let me go and roast the Portugoose alive. But for me the Snake would be over the Lebombo by this time in Henriques’ pocket.” “But it is not, my friend. It was stolen by a storekeeper, who will shortly be wishing he had died in his mother’s womb.” My plan was slowly coming back to me. “If you value Prester John’s collar, you will save my life. What will your rising be without the Snake? Would they follow you a yard if they suspected you had lost it?” “So you would threaten me,” Laputa said very gently. Then in a burst of wrath he shouted, “They will follow me to hell for my own sake. Imbecile, do you think my power is built on a trinket? When you are in your grave, I will be ruling a hundred millions from the proudest throne on earth.” He sprang to his feet, and pulled back a shutter of the window, letting a flood of light into the hut. In that light I saw that he had in his hands the ivory box which had contained the collar. “I will carry the casket through the wars,” he cried, “and if I choose never to open it, who will gainsay me? You besotted fool, to think that any theft of yours could hinder my destiny!” He was the blustering savage again, and I preferred him in the part. All that he said might be true, but I thought I could detect in his voice a keen regret, and in his air a touch of disquiet. The man was a fanatic, and like all fanatics had his superstitions. “Yes,” I said, “but when you mount the throne you speak of, it would be a pity not to have the rubies on your neck after all your talk in the cave.”