“Princess,” I said, “if it is customary for Laytheans thus to cast
aside the sacred bonds of friendship, I should do as well to be among
the Va-gas or the Kalkars.”
“The way to either is open,” she replied haughtily. “You are not a
prisoner in Laythe.”
Thereafter conversation languished and expired, as far at least, as
Nah-ee-lah and I were concerned, and I was more than relieved when
the unpleasant function was concluded.
Two young nobles took me in charge, following the meal; as it seemed
that I was to remain as a guest in the palace for awhile, and as I
expressed a desire to see as much of the imperial residence as I
might be permitted to, they graciously conducted me upon a tour of
inspection. We went out upon the outer terraces which overlooked the
valleys and the mountains, and never in my life have I looked upon a
landscape more majestic or inspiring.
The crater of Laythe, situated upon a broad plateau entirely surrounded
by lofty mountains, titanic peaks that would dwarf our Alps into
insignificance and reduce the Himalayas to foothills, lowered far into
the distance upon the upper side, the ice-clad summits of those more
distant seemed to veritably topple above us, while a thousand feet below
us the pinks and lavenders of the weird lunar vegetation lay like a soft
carpet upon the gently undulating surface of the plateau.
But my guides seemed less interested in the scenery than in me. They
plied me with questions continually, until I was more anxious to be
rid of them than aught else that I could think of. They asked me a
little concerning my own world and what I thought of Laythe, and if I
found the Princess Nah-ee-lah charming, and my opinion of the Emperor
Sagroth. My answers must have been satisfactory, for presently they
came very close to me and one of them whispered:
“You need not fear to speak in our presence. We, too, are friends and
followers of Ko-tah.”
“The Devil!” I thought. “They are bound to embroil me in their petty
intrigues. What do I care for Sagroth or Ko-tah or”—and then my
thoughts reverted to Nah-ee-lah. She had treated me cruelly. Her cold
aloofness and her almost studied contempt had wounded me, yet I could
not say to myself that Nah-ee-lah was nothing to me. She had been my
friend and I had been hers, and I should remain her friend to my
dying day. Perhaps, then, if these people were bound to draw me into
their political disputes, I might turn their confidences into profit
for Nah-ee-lah. I had never told them that I was a creature of Ko-
tah’s, for I was not, nor had I ever told Ko-tah that I was an enemy
to Sagroth; in fact, I had led him to believe the very opposite. And
so I gave these two an evasive answer which might have meant
anything, and they chose to interpret it as meaning that I was one of
them. Well, what could I do? It was not my fault if they insisted
upon deceiving themselves, and Nah-ee-lah might yet need the
friendship that she had scorned.
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