Yet, Croft at our former conversation had said that he had induced the
Tamarizians to adopt a republican way of government rather than their
system of allied principalities, and had declared that when he went
back he expected to be elected president. All that flashed through my
mind, and then, "Rather changed your plans, I suppose," I said.
"Changed them?" he returned, with an almost whimsical expression.
"Murray, it almost wrecked them at the start--the most important part
of them, that is. Remember why I did what I did do really--that all I
had done up until that time was in order to win the woman who meant
more to me than anything else in life--and then picture if you can my
mental condition when I found myself trapped, as it were, by my own
acts."
"Your own?" I queried.
He nodded. "Oh, certainly yes--my own, of course--my acts and
my overthought--my failing to take into account what a terrible
impression I had managed to make on the high priest. I--hang it all,
Murray--I knew so entirely what I was up to that I didn't give proper
consideration to the effect of my words and acts must have on less
well-informed minds. I failed to put myself in the place of Zud, and
Magur, the head of the church in Aphur, whom I first enlisted in my aid
at Himyra, as I told you before.
"You remember the old saying, 'Whom the gods wish to destroy they first
make mad,' and one equally as true, that 'Pride goeth before a fall'?
Well, my friend, I was a bit like that, I think, toward the last of
the Zollarian war. Things came my way too fast. The completeness of
the Tamarizian victory, and her father's pledge of the girl to me,
backed up by the sanction of Jadgor, the Aphurian king, made me feel
altogether secure.
"It seemed to me that there could be no question but I carried the
destiny of myself and Naia and all Tamarizia in my hands. I had only to
speak to see my commands fulfilled.
"Honestly, Murray, in those days I couldn't have been more absolute
if I had been the Mouthpiece of Zitu indeed. Perhaps if I'd stayed
there and rushed things through, everything would have been all right.
But, as you know, I returned for a final visit to close up all matters
pertaining to my earthly life before I snapped the astral chord which
until then had kept my original body alive. And there was where I made
my mistake.
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