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“The nobles have long been tired of Vobis Kan,” he said, “and the people
are tiring of him—he is a conscienceless tyrant—but he is our
hereditary ruler, and so they hesitate to change. We are a practical
people, little influenced by sentiment; yet there is enough to keep the
masses loyal to their Jeddak even after he has ceased to deserve their
loyalty, while the fear of the wrath of the masses keeps the nobles
loyal. There is also the natural suspicion that I, the next in line for
succession, would make them no less tyrannical a Jeddak than has Vobis
Kan, while, having youth, I might be much more active in cruel and
nefarious practices.
“For myself, I would not hesitate to destroy my uncle and seize his
throne were I sure of the support of the army, for with the warriors of
Vobis Kan at my back I might defy the balance of Toonol. It is because
of this that I long since offered my friendship to Gor Hajus; not that
he might slay my uncle, but that when I had slain him in fair fight Gor
Hajus might win to me the loyalty of the Jeddak’s warriors, for great is
the popularity of Gor Hajus among the soldiers, who ever look up to such
a great fighter with reverence and devotion. I have offered Gor Hajus a
high place in the affairs of Toonol should he cast his lot with me; but
he tells me that he has first to fulfil his obligations to you, Vad
Varo, and for the furtherance of your adventure he has asked me to give
you what assistance I may. This I offer gladly, from purely practical
motives, since your early success will hasten mine. Therefore I propose
to place at your disposal a staunch flier that will carry you and your
companions to Phundahl.”
This offer I naturally accepted, after which we fell to discussing plans
for our departure which we finally decided to attempt early the
following night, at a time when neither of the moons would be in the
heavens. After a brief discussion of equipment we were, at my request,
permitted to retire since I had not slept for more than thirty-six hours
and my companions for twenty-four.
Slaves conducted us to our sleeping apartments, which were luxuriously
furnished, and arranged magnificent sleeping silks and furs for our
comfort. After they had left us Gor Hajus touched a button and the room
rose swiftly upon its metal shaft to a height of forty or fifty feet;
the wire netting automatically dropped about us, and we were safe for
the night.
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