Each day food and water were brought him and slipped quickly beneath
the smaller door which was raised just sufficiently to allow the
stone receptacles to pass in. The prisoner began to believe that
he was being preserved for something beside lions. However that
was immaterial. If they would but hold off for a few more days they
might select what fate they would--he would not be there when they
arrived to announce it.
And then one day came Pan-sat, Lu-don's chief tool, to the city
of Tu-lur. He came ostensibly with a fair message for Mo-sar from
the high priest at A-lur. Lu-don had decided that Mo-sar should
be king and he invited Mo-sar to come at once to A-lur and then
Pan-sat, having delivered the message, asked that he might go to
the temple of Tu-lur and pray, and there he sought the high priest
of Tu-lur to whom was the true message that Lu-don had sent. The
two were closeted alone in a little chamber and Pan-sat whispered
into the ear of the high priest.
"Mo-sar wishes to be king," he said, "and Lu-don wishes to be
king. Mo-sar wishes to retain the stranger who claims to be the
Dor-ul-Otho and Lu-don wishes to kill him, and now," he leaned even
closer to the ear of the high priest of Tu-lur, "if you would be
high priest at A-lur it is within your power."
Pan-sat ceased speaking and waited for the other's reply.
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