If he is Jad-ben-Otho we shall
know him."
And so Lieutenant Erich Obergatz was brought before the high priest
at A-lur. Lu-don looked closely at the naked man with the fantastic
headdress.
"Where did you come from?" he asked.
"I am Jad-ben-Otho," cried the German. "I came from heaven. Where
is my high priest?"
"I am the high priest," replied Lu-don.
Obergatz clapped his hands. "Have my feet bathed and food brought
to me," he commanded.
Lu-don's eyes narrowed to mere slits of crafty cunning. He bowed
low until his forehead touched the feet of the stranger. Before
the eyes of many priests, and warriors from the palace he did it.
"Ho, slaves," he cried, rising; "fetch water and food for the Great
God," and thus the high priest acknowledged before his people the
godhood of Lieutenant Erich Obergatz, nor was it long before the
story ran like wildfire through the palace and out into the city
and beyond that to the lesser villages all the way from A-lur to
Tu-lur.
The real god had come--Jad-ben-Otho himself, and he had espoused
the cause of Lu-don, the high priest. Mo-sar lost no time in placing
himself at the disposal of Lu-don, nor did he mention aught about
his claims to the throne. It was Mo-sar's opinion that he might
consider himself fortunate were he allowed to remain in peaceful
occupation of his chieftainship at Tu-lur, nor was Mo-sar wrong in
his deductions.
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