Abruptly, from an alcove near me, a group of girls rushed out. Their cloaks and white veils fell from them as they came my way--laughing as they ran for the doorway leading outside to the pool. I was in their way and they bumped into me; one of them gripped me. I tried to jerk loose, but she clung. A slim girl, enveloped in her long, white tresses. Her eyes laughed at me; her red mouth went up alluringly to my face. "I love you--_you_, Jac Hallen." Her arms wound about my neck as she clung. I was trying to cast her off when her fingers lifted a corner of my mask. "I was afraid you were _not_ Jac Hallen." Her whisper was relieved, and it had suddenly turned swift and vehement. "I am sister to Maida--my name, Alda. I am to warn you. When Tarrano dances with the Red Woman--when they go up on the raised circle--_you drop to the floor_! You understand? Keep down, or the rays might strike you! But be here, inside, and watch. And _afterward_, go quickly to join the Princess and your Elza. You understand?" She clung to me, with her slim, white body pressed against my cloak. To anyone watching us, she would have seemed merely making love. Her eyes were provocative; her lips mocking me. But she was whispering, _"Drop to the floor when Tarrano dances with the Red Woman--drop or the rays might strike you!"_ Another girl was plucking at me from behind. Alda shouted: "You shall not have him!" and cast me off. But I heard her whisper, _"Come outside for a moment--then come back!"_--and then, aloud, she cried to the other girl, "You shall not have him! He is coming to watch me dive and swim! I am more beautiful than you--you could not win him from me!" I let them drag me out into the grove by the scented pool. CHAPTER XXII _Revolution!_ I realize that I am, by nature, not overly observant; and in those moments, when I stood out there beside the pool, I think I came most forcibly to appreciate how little I habitually observe that which is not readily apparent. An incident now occurred to bring it home to me; and, quite suddenly, a score of things which I had seen during the past two hours at the festival were made plain. Music, feasting, merry-making, love! In the midst of it all, an undercurrent of events was flowing. Unseen events--but I had partly seen some of them, and now, at last, I began to understand.