With Mo-sar as the cat's paw, the
plan seemed scarce possible of failure and so they separated, going
upon their immediate errands to palace and to city.
As Pan-sat entered the palace grounds he was aware of a sudden
commotion in the direction of the pal-e-don-so and a few minutes
later Lu-don was surprised to see him return to the apartments of
the high priest, breathless and excited.
"What now, Pan-sat?" cried Lu-don. "Are you pursued by demons?"
"O master, our time has come and gone while we sat here planning.
Ko-tan is already dead and Mo-sar fled. His friends are fighting
with the warriors of the palace but they have no head, while Ja-don
leads the others. I could learn but little from frightened slaves
who had fled at the outburst of the quarrel. One told me that Bu-lot
had slain the king and that he had seen Mo-sar and the assassin
hurrying from the palace."
"Ja-don," muttered the high priest. "The fools will make him king
if we do not act and act quickly. Get into the city, Pan-sat--let
your feet fly and raise the cry that Ja-don has killed the king and
is seeking to wrest the throne from O-lo-a. Spread the word as you
know best how to spread it that Ja-don has threatened to destroy
the priests and hurl the altars of the temple into Jad-ben-lul.
Rouse the warriors of the city and urge them to attack at once.
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