"Mo-sar is king! Let the loyal warriors
of Pal-ul-don protect their ruler!"
Mo-sar commanded a goodly following and these quickly surrounded
him and Bu-lot, but there were many knives against them and now
Ja-don pressed forward through those who confronted the pretender.
"Take them both!" he shouted. "The warriors of Pal-ul-don will
choose their own king after the assassin of Ko-tan has paid the
penalty of his treachery."
Directed now by a leader whom they both respected and admired those
who had been loyal to Ko-tan rushed forward upon the faction that
had surrounded Mo-sar. Fierce and terrible was the fighting, devoid,
apparently, of all else than the ferocious lust to kill and while
it was at its height Mo-sar and Bu-lot slipped unnoticed from the
banquet hall.
To that part of the palace assigned to them during their visit to
A-lur they hastened. Here were their servants and the lesser warriors
of their party who had not been bidden to the feast of Ko-tan.
These were directed quickly to gather together their belongings
for immediate departure. When all was ready, and it did not take
long, since the warriors of Pal-ul-don require but little impedimenta
on the march, they moved toward the palace gate.
Suddenly Mo-sar approached his son. "The princess," he whispered.
"We must not leave the city without her--she is half the battle
for the throne.
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