Gahan’s mount, carrying but a single rider, gained upon that of the Manatorian, so that as they neared the palace Gahan was scarce a hundred yards behind, and now, to his consternation, he saw the fellow turn into the great entrance-way.  For a moment only was he halted by the guards and then he disappeared within.  Gahan was almost upon him then, but evidently he had warned the guards, for they leaped out to intercept the Gatholian.  But no! the fellow could not have known that he was pursued, since he had not seen Gahan seize a mount, nor would he have thought that pursuit would come so soon.  If he had passed then, so could Gahan pass, for did he not wear the trappings of a Manatorian?  The Gatholian thought quickly, and stopping his thoat called to the guardsmen to let him pass, “In the name of O-Tar!” They hesitated a moment.

“Aside!” cried Gahan.  “Must the jeddak’s messenger parley for the right to deliver his message?”

“To whom would you deliver it?” asked the padwar of the guard.

“Saw you not him who just entered?” cried Gahan, and without waiting for a reply urged his thoat straight past them into the palace, and while they were deliberating what was best to be done, it was too late to do anything—­which is not unusual.

Along the marble corridors Gahan guided his thoat, and because he had gone that way before, rather than because he knew which way Tara had been taken, he followed the runways and passed through the chambers that led to the throne room of O-Tar.  On the second level he met a slave.

“Which way went he who carried the woman before him?” he asked.

The slave pointed toward a nearby runway that led to the third level and Gahan dashed rapidly on in pursuit.  At the same moment a thoatman, riding at a furious pace, approached the palace and halted his mount at the gate.

“Saw you aught of a warrior pursuing one who carried a woman before him on his thoat?” he shouted to the guard.

“He but just passed in,” replied the padwar, “saying that he was O-Tar’s messenger.”

“He lied,” cried the newcomer.  “He was Turan, the slave, who stole the woman from the throne room two days since.  Arouse the palace!  He must be seized, and alive if possible.  It is O-Tar’s command.”

Instantly warriors were dispatched to search for the Gatholian and warn the inmates of the palace to do likewise.  Owing to the games there were comparatively few retainers in the great building, but those whom they found were immediately enlisted in the search, so that presently at least fifty warriors were seeking through the countless chambers and corridors of the palace of O-Tar.