A priest burst suddenly through the hangings of the doorway and
falling upon his hands and knees rubbed his forehead against the
stone flagging. "O Jad-ben-Otho," he cried, "the warriors of Ja-don
have attacked the palace and the temple. Even now they are fighting
in the corridors near the quarters of Lu-don, and the high priest
begs that you come to the palace and encourage your faithful warriors
by your presence."
Obergatz sprang to his feet. "I am Jad-ben-Otho," he screamed.
"With lightning I will blast the blasphemers who dare attack the
holy city of A-lur."
For a moment he rushed aimlessly and madly about the room, while
the priest and the slave remained upon hands and knees with their
foreheads against the floor.
"Come," cried Obergatz, planting a vicious kick in the side of the
slave girl. "Come! Would you wait here all day while the forces of
darkness overwhelm the City of Light?"
Thoroughly frightened as were all those who were forced to serve the
Great God, the two arose and followed Obergatz towards the palace.
Above the shouting of the warriors rose constantly the cries of
the temple priests: "Jad-ben-Otho is here and the false Dor-ul-Otho
is a prisoner in the temple." The persistent cries reached even to
the ears of the enemy as it was intended that they should.
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