“Where is the Princess Tara of Helium?” asked Gahan.  “Is she safe?”

“She is confined in the tower of the women’s quarters awaiting the ceremony that is to make her Jeddara of Manator,” replied I-Gos.

“This thing dared think that Tara of Helium would mate with him?” growled Gahan.  “I will make short work of him if he is not already dead from fright,” and he stepped toward the fallen O-Tar to run his sword through the jeddak’s heart.

“No!” cried I-Gos.  “Slay him not and pray that he be not dead if you would save your princess.”

“How is that?” asked Gahan.

“If word of O-Tar’s death reached the quarters of the women the Princess Tara would be lost.  They know O-Tar’s intention of taking her to wife and making her Jeddara of Manator, so you may rest assured that they all hate her with the hate of jealous women.  Only O-Tar’s power protects her now from harm.  Should O-Tar die they would turn her over to the warriors and the male slaves, for there would be none to avenge her.”

Gahan sheathed his sword.  “Your point is well taken; but what shall we do with him?”

“Leave him where he lies,” counseled I-Gos.  “He is not dead.  When he revives he will return to his quarters with a fine tale of his bravery and there will be none to impugn his boasts—­none but I-Gos.  Come! he may revive at any moment and he must not find us here.”

I-Gos crossed to the body of his jeddak, knelt beside it for an instant, and then returned past the couch to Gahan.  The two quit the chamber of O-Mai and took their way toward the spiral runway.  Here I-Gos led Gahan to a higher level and out upon the roof of that portion of the palace from where he pointed to a high tower quite close by.  “There,” he said, “lies the Princess of Helium, and quite safe she will be until the time of the ceremony.”

“Safe, possibly, from other hands, but not from her own,” said Gahan.  “She will never become Jeddara of Manator—­first will she destroy herself.”

“She would do that?” asked I-Gos.

“She will, unless you can get word to her that I still live and that there is yet hope,” replied Gahan.

“I cannot get word to her,” said I-Gos.  “The quarters of his women O-Tar guards with jealous hand.  Here are his most trusted slaves and warriors, yet even so, thick among them are countless spies, so that no man knows which be which.  No shadow falls within those chambers that is not marked by a hundred eyes.”

Gahan stood gazing at the lighted windows of the high tower in the upper chambers of which Tara of Helium was confined.  “I will find a way, I-Gos,” he said.

“There is no way,” replied the old man.