Until I threw myself upon the soft mattress that served as a bed for
me, I had not realized how physically exhausted I had been. Scarcely
had I permitted myself to relax in the luxurious ease which precedes
sleep ere I was plunged into profound slumber, which must have
endured for a considerable time, since when I awoke I was completely
refreshed. Moh-goh was already up and in the bath, a marble affair
fed by a continuous supply of icy water which originated among the
ice-clad peaks of the higher mountains behind Laythe. The bather had
no soap, but used rough fibre gloves with which he rubbed the surface
of his skin until it glowed. These baths rather took one’s breath
away, but amply repaid for the shock by the sensation of exhilaration
and well being which resulted from them.
In addition to private baths in each dwelling, each terrace supported
a public bath, in which men, women and children disported themselves,
recalling to my mind the ancient Roman baths which earthly history
records.
The baths of the Jemadar which I was later to see in the palace of
Sagroth were marvels of beauty and luxury. Here, when the Emperor
entertains, his guests amuse themselves by swimming and diving,
which, from what I have been able to judge, are the national sports
of the Laytheans. The Kalkars care less for the water, while the Va-
gas only enter it through necessity.
I followed Moh-goh in the bath, in which my first sensation was that
I was freezing to death. While we were dressing a messenger from Ko-
tah summoned us to his presence, with instructions that we were to be
prepared to accompany him to the palace of Sagroth the Jemadar.
CHAPTER XII
GROWING DANGER
The palace of the Emperor stands, a magnificent pile, upon the
loftiest terrace of Laythe, extending completely around the enormous
crater. There are but three avenues leading to it from the terraces
below—three magnificent stairways, each of which may be closed by
enormous gates of stone, apparently wrought from huge slabs and
intricately chiselled into marvelous designs, so that at a distance
they present the appearance of magnificent lacework. Each gate is
guarded by a company of fifty warriors, their tunics bearing the
imperial design in a large circle over the left breast.
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