WHEN THE EMPEROR HEDGED
The thing was not unexpected to Croft. From the start he had feared
some such event. Hence, without offering explanation to Jadgor he had
taken steps to convince Magur of Himyra of the deathlike stupor in
which his body lay at such times as he was absent from it.
He had gone on one occasion to the pyramid and deliberately left
Jasor's form sitting in a chair, while he projected himself to Scira
and found out Abbu, now for some months engaged in keeping watch on the
moves of Cathur's prince. Returning to find Magur standing above him
in something like awe, he had told exactly what Abbu was doing at the
time, and requested Magur to verify his words in any fashion he chose.
Now faced by the imperial interference with all his plans, he called
Magur to his aid. He took him to Zitra, with Jadgor, Lakkon and
himself, making the journey quickly in a motor-driven craft and taking
the messenger along.
Croft marveled at Zitra, despite all he had seen of Tamarizian
architecture before. It rose crystal and silver and white, save
that the temple of Zitu, surmounting a pyramid twice the size of
that at Himyra was of an azure-blue stone--the color of the highest
priesthood as he was to learn. The palace of Tamhys was a marvel to the
eye--vaster than Himyra's mighty white structure built wholly of white
and crystal and roofed with burnished silver, paved with alternate
squares of silver, and crystal, and gold.
The thing was unbelievable, Croft felt. He moved as in a dream. This
was the central city of empire, impregnable to any weapon then known on
Palosian soil. Its walls rose sheer from the sea on the side which they
approached. The harbor was within them. Sea gates closed the entrance
with leaves of copper, covered by silver faces. The walls themselves
were white. Darting through the gates their galley entered the gulf of
a harbor smooth as glass wherein were mirrored the quays and structures
along the water's edge. The cool green of trees banked the terraces and
relieved the well-nigh blinding radiance created by the sun upon the
glistening white. He forgot everything in the beauty of the vision and
exclaimed aloud.
Magur watched him, well pleased. His pleasure grew as Croft turned and
faced the monstrous pile of the pyramid and the pure blue temple on the
top. They landed, and while the wharfmen were unloading a motor which
Croft had brought as a present for Tamhys, and the messenger hurried to
the palace to announce their arrival, he led Croft to one side.
"I would have you meet Zud, High Priest of all Tamarizia," he said. "We
who keep alive the love of Zitu in the hearts of the nation are not
devoid of all material power, my friend."
Croft inclined his head. He had hoped for something of this sort; had
planned for it, indeed. "I also serve Zitu in my way," he declared. "I
should be honored to enter the presence of him he has seen fit to exalt
to so high a degree."
An armed guard appeared, escorting a number of gnuppa-drawn chariots.
At the invitation of a noble in glistening cuirass and helmet, the
party from Himyra entered the cars and drove toward the palace through
the streets paved in broad, flat stones. Croft, however, insisted on
driving the motor he had brought, and with him went Magur, the priest.
Tamhys would grant them audience that evening, it appeared.
Magur smiled. He beckoned the noble to his side. "Then will Jasor of
Nodhur, who sits before me, visit first on Zud," he announced. "Say
this to Tamhys, when you reach the palace with Lakkon of Aphur and
Jadgor, Aphur's king."
The man saluted and withdrew without question. Once more Magur smiled.
Croft started the engine and moved off in the wake of the gnuppas that
he might not frighten them out of their wits. "Turn here," said Magur
after a time. Inside ten minutes they stopped in front of the main
approach to the mighty pyramid.
Magur told of what he had seen and of what he had heard. The High
Priest eyed him when he finished. "Magur believes these things?" he
inquired.
"Aye, as in Zitu I believe." Magur inclined his head.
"That these things are of Zitu, through Jasor of Nodhur's mind?"
"Aye, Zud, servant of Zitu, so I believe."
Zud turned his eyes from the priest to Croft and back. "First came he
to you, at Himyra, from Abbu the brother at Scira," he recited Magur's
words.
"Aye."
"As a servant of Zitu's undreamed designs to come."
"Zud speaks the words present in my mind."
"Before the audience my request to be present shall reach Tamhys," Zud
decided. "And now, Jasor of Nodhur, how come you by the knowledge of
things undreamed?"
Croft told him so much as he dared. "My body lies as dead. In truth my
spirit leaves it. And, while absent, acquires the knowledge with which
it returns."
"As a voice?" said Zud.
"Nay, as something shown to me, together with the manner in which it
may be made."
Zud rose and lifted his hands. "Who may understand Zitu?" he intoned in
a voice of amazement. Croft felt he was convinced.
Hence when he stood that night before the white-haired Tamhys, he felt
a quiet assurance born of the belief that Magur and Zud, both present,
were his friends, and they were the friends of his cause.
* * * * *
"Jadgor of Aphur," Tamhys began. "I have now summoned you before me,
since for some time I have had you beneath my eye. You have married
your son to a princess of Milidhur, and within half a cycle you have
betrothed your sister's child to Cathur, and Belzor of Nodhur and
yourself are friends. Thus only Bithur seems not swayed in more or less
degree by those wishes which are yours, and you wax strong in power.
Why have you done these things?"
"Tamhys of Tamarizia," Jadgor replied; "these things I do not deny.
Robur of Aphur wedded the Princess Gaya for love. Nodhur's interests
are one with Aphur, since both possess the Na within their lines. Naia
has plighted her troth to Kyphallos of Aphur at my wish to make strong
the guard of the western gate and assure to Tamarizia those things she
holds." He spoke boldly and faced the emperor of his nation with an
unflinching eye.
But Tamhys frowned. "This is not all," he said. "It has come to my ear
that you have in Himyra a man--Jasor of Nodhur--who stands now before
me--a man who works new marvels undreamed of before--that some of them
are weapons, designed for the work of war--that Aphur and Nodhur and
Milidhur increase the men in their guards to an unwarranted degree.
What say you to this?"
"That you have heard the truth, O Tamhys," Jadgor again replied. "These
things have been made. The guards have been increased. These things
also have I done to make Tamarizia strong."
The lines of Tamhys's countenance contracted further. His features grew
dark and he clenched a hand. "You are a man of power, Jadgor of Aphur,"
he cried. "Power is beneath your nostrils. Hence you dream of war. Yet
is war not of my creed, nor shall be. For fifty cycles has Tamarizia
known peace--"
"Aye--and fifty cycles past lost she the State of Mazhur, because she
knew not the art of war--as she knows it now," Jadgor flared into
interruption. Strong man that he was and crafty, he knew not the
diplomatic speech. "Is she to lose Cathur now as well?" he rushed on
and paused.
Tamhys smiled as one might at a child. "Jadgor of Aphur, the warning I
have received concerning your aims comes to me from the loyal house of
Cathur itself. Cathur thinks your eyes turn toward the throne. To me
that is of little consequence. Yet you hesitate to see one mount the
throne of Zitra to plunge our nation in war. You think, perhaps, to win
Mazhur back."
"And if I should--should I make Tamarizia whole again!" Jadgor's voice
rose with a fervid fire of patriotic feeling.
As for Croft, he felt assured he understood the situation better now.
Cathur's spies had carried word of what was forward as he had felt
assured they would. Cathur of Zollaria's prompting thus sought through
the peace-loving Tamhys to tie the hands of Tamarizia while she made
ready for the blow she expected to strike ere long. He said as much to
Magur, who repeated it to Zud.
Tamhys smiled again. "Should you attempt it, you would send our sons
to death for a little ground. Let be, Jadgor. Hold we not the western
gate as always? Are the wails of dying men and the sobs of women things
grown sweet to your ears?"
"Nay; but if Cathur falls--if Zollaria makes war and we cannot defend
what yet remains of our ground?" Jadgor's voice shook as he saw the end
of his dream of strength in view.
"Would Zollaria have waited fifty years to make war had she it in
mind?" Tamhys asked.
"Then what does Tamhys wish?" Jadgor inquired, with a sigh. He was no
traitor, and under the law he must heed the emperor's word.
"That you cease those unwise undertakings--that you send the men from
the shops of their making back to their fathers' trades; that you cease
to dream of war and pursue the ways of peace in which we have prospered
in the past. That you turn Jasor of Nodhur's mind to other things than
the making of the instruments of destruction. I have heard he has
builded chariots which run seemingly of themselves, and galleys which
propel themselves up rivers and across the seas. Those things are well.
Jadgor, I command that you forsake--"
"Hold, Tamhys!" It was Zud, the High Priest, who spoke. "Truth you have
been told, yet not all the truth as it appears. None know the plans of
Zitu save Zitu himself. A priest, I am as yourself, a man of peace.
Yet Zitu himself may send a war at times to, like a sorrow, purge the
soul of the nation and recall it to him, even as a grief may turn the
soul of a man to higher things. Jasor of Nodhur was a dullard till Zitu
opened his mind. He died as his physician declares, yet now he lives
again, and speaks with a mind inspired.
"Himself he says these things are delivered unto him while his body
lies as dead. This I have from Magur of Himyra who has seen him in such
a sleep, and Magur has the account of his changing from Abbu of Scira
who administered to him the last rites of life, ere he seemingly died.
Hence Zitu's hand appears in this to the minds of Magur and myself.
Shall Tamhys seek to interfere when Zitu directs?"
* * * * *
For the first time the emperor wavered in his course. Man of peace
and believer in the State religion, the priest's words had a powerful
effect upon his mind.
"If he comes as an agent of Zitu, why came he not first to Zitra?" he
questioned at length.
Zud smiled. "Zitu acts many times through the means at hand. It were
easier to convince the mind of Jadgor perhaps than to persuade Tamhys,"
he replied.
The emperor winced, and turned to Jadgor again. "Swear to me by
Zitu that your acts were meant for Tamarizia's welfare and for no
advancement of self through an increase of your power," he required.
Jadgor's face set into lines of a swift resentment. His color mounted,
but he controlled his voice. "I swear it, O Tamhys," he said.
"These weapons are for Tamarizia's defense alone?"
"As Zitu sees my heart."
Tamhys chose a middle course. "Keep, then, what you have," he decreed;
"yet fashion not any more. Nor urge your men to look for war, when
peace is in their land. I have heard of strange writings posted on
walls, inviting men to join your guards."
Jadgor's face was dark, but he bowed in submission to the emperor's
command. "What of the men who stand pledged at present?" he asked. "I
have promised them a stated wage for a cycle. It is understood. My word
has passed."
"At the end of the cycle, let them be dismissed," said Tamhys after
some thought.
Again Jadgor bowed.
Yet Croft found himself not unduly cast down, and he thought he caught
a smile in Lakkon's eyes. Suspecting some such event as had just
transpired, he had instructed Robur to speed the assembling of all
rifles both at Himyra and at Ladhra, before leaving for Zitra himself.
Tamhys's decision regarding such weapons as already existed he
determined to accept in its broadest sense of application, and as for
the dismissal of the guards now in process of training at the end of a
cycle, he knew full well that they would probably not be needed after
that time, or so hotly engaged that even Tamhys would rescind his
decree.
Hence he felt that things had not turned out so badly as they might,
and he fancied Lakkon's view of the matter was practically the same.
In fact, his feeling was now as all along--a wonder that Tamhys had
not interfered before as he had oftentimes feared he would. That he
understood better now, having seen the man. He was old--wedded to a
theory, rather than of practical type. His very begging of the issue as
shown by his final ruling showed this.
He carried his desire for peace even into this conference to which he
had called the men before him, and reached--a useless compromise which
while nominally affecting the end at which he aimed, yet literally made
small difference to Croft's plans, and, as he suddenly saw, would, when
reported to Cathur and by Cathur given to other ears, result in no more
than a determination on Zollaria's part to carry out her intent. This
since she would now in all likelinood believe she had tied Jadgor's
hands by stopping the manufacture of the weapon Croft had devised.
He said as much to Jadgor and Lakkon once they were alone, and for the
first time Jadgor appeared pleased.
"Nor," said Croft, "has Tamhys forbidden the construction of _other_
weapons, my friends."
"Hai!" Jadgor's tight lips relaxed. He gave Lakkon a glance. "By Zitu!
So he did not. Jasor--you have other things in mind."
Croft nodded. It had occurred to him that, with powder and plenty of
metal, it would not be impossible to construct some very effective
forms of grenades. He explained, and Jadgor's eyes flashed fire.