"My mother was a captive princess here," replied A-Kor."I but do for the Princess of Helium what my mother would have me do.""Under the circumstances, then, Manatorian," replied Turan, "Icannot but accept your generosity on behalf of Tara of Helium and live in hope that some day I may do for you something in return.""Now you must be gone," advised A-Kor."At any minute a guard may come and discover you here.Go directly to the Avenue of Gates, which circles the city just within the outer wall.There you will find many places devoted to the lodging of strangers.You will know them by the thoat's head carved above the doors.Say that you are here from Manataj to witness the games.Take the name of U-Kal--it will arouse no suspicion, nor will you if you can avoid conversation.Early in the morning seek the keeper of The Towers of Jetan.May the strength and fortune of all your ancestors be with you!"Bidding good-bye to Ghek and A-Kor, the panthan, following directions given him by A-Kor, set out to find his way to the Avenue of Gates, nor had he any great difficulty.On the way he met several warriors, but beyond a nod they gave him no heed.
With ease he found a lodging place where there were many strangers from other cities of Manator.As he had had no sleep since the previous night he threw himself among the silks and furs of his couch to gain the rest which he must have, was he to give the best possible account of himself in the service of Tara of Helium the following day.
It was already morning when he awoke, and rising he paid for his lodgings, sought a place to eat, and a short time later was on his way toward The Towers of Jetan, which he had no difficulty in finding owing to the great crowds that were winding along the avenues toward the games.The new keeper of The Towers who had succeeded E-Med was too busy to scrutinize entries closely, for in addition to the many volunteer players there were scores of slaves and prisoners being forced into the games by their owners or the government.The name of each must be recorded as well as the position he was to play and the game or games in which he was to be entered, and then there were the substitutes for each that was entered in more than a single game--one for each additional game that an individual was entered for, that no succeeding game might be delayed by the death or disablement of a player.
"Your name?" asked a clerk as Turan presented himself.
"U-Kal," replied the panthan.
"Your city?"
"Manataj."
The keeper, who was standing beside the clerk, looked at Turan.
"You have come a great way to play at jetan," he said."It is seldom that the men of Manataj attend other than the decennial games.Tell me of O-Zar! Will he attend next year? Ah, but he was a noble fighter.If you be half the swordsman, U-Kal, the fame of Manataj will increase this day.But tell me, what of O-Zar?""He is well," replied Turan, glibly, "and he sent greetings to his friends in Manator.""Good!" exclaimed the keeper, "and now in what game would you enter?""I would play for the Heliumetic princess, Tara," replied Turan.
"But man, she is to be the stake of a game for slaves and criminals," cried the keeper."You would not volunteer for such a game!""But I would," replied Turan."I saw here when she was brought into the city and even then I vowed to possess her.""But you will have to share her with the survivors even if your color wins," objected the other.
"They may be brought to reason," insisted Turan.
"And you will chance incurring the wrath of O-Tar, who has no love for this savage barbarian," explained the keeper.
"And I win her O-Tar will be rid of her," said Turan.
The keeper of The Towers of Jetan shook his head."You are rash,"he said."I would that I might dissuade the friend of my friend O-Zar from such madness.""Would you favor the friend of O-Zar?" asked Turan.
"Gladly!" exclaimed the other."What may I do for him?""Make me chief of the Black and give me for my pieces all slaves from Gathol, for I understand that those be excellent warriors,"replied the panthan.
"It is a strange request," said the keeper, "but for my friend O-Zar I would do even more, though of course --" he hesitated--"it is customary for one who would be chief to make some slight payment.""Certainly," Turan hastened to assure him; "I had not forgotten that.I was about to ask you what the customary amount is.""For the friend of my friend it shall be nominal," replied the keeper, naming a figure that Gahan, accustomed to the high price of wealthy Gathol, thought ridiculously low.
"Tell me," he said, handing the money to the keeper, "when the game for the Heliumite is to be played.""It is the second in order of the day's games; and now if you will come with me you may select your pieces."Turan followed the keeper to a large court which lay between the towers and the jetan field, where hundreds of warriors were assembled.Already chiefs for the games of the day were selecting their pieces and assigning them to positions, though for the principal games these matters had been arranged for weeks before.
The keeper led Turan to a part of the courtyard where the majority of the slaves were assembled.
