The Day!  Instantly Watson recalled Senestro’s use of the expression.  He sensed a valuable clue.  He caught and held the soldier’s eye.

“Tell me,” commanded Chick.  “What is this Day of which you speak!”

XXXVI

AN ALLY, AND SOLID GROUND

The soldier replied unhesitatingly:  “It is the Day of Life, my lord.  Others call it the ‘first of the Sixteen Days.’  Still others, simply the Day of the Prophet, or Jarados.”

“When will it be?”

“Soon.  It is but two days hence.  And with the going down of the sun on that day the Fulfilment is to begin, and the Life is to come.  Hence the crowd below, my lord; yet they are nothing compared with the crowds that today are pressing their way from all D’Hartia and Kospia towards the Mahovisal.”

“All because of the Day?”

“And to see you, my lord.”

“All believers in the Jarados?”

“All truly; but they do not all believe in your lordship.  There are many sects, including the Bars, that consider you an imposter; but the rest—­perhaps the most—­believe you the Herald of the Day.  All want to see you, for whatever motive.”

“These Bars; who are they?”

“The military priesthood, my lord.  As priests they teach a literal interpretation of the prophecy; as soldiers they maintain their own aggrandisement.  To be more specific, my lord, it is they who accuse you of being one of the false ones.”

“Why?”

“Because it is written in the prophecy, my lord, that we may expect impostors, and that we are to slay them.”

“Then this coming contest with the Senestro—­” beginning to sense the drift of things.

“Yes, my lord; it will be a physical contest, in which the best man destroys the other!”

The guard was a tall, finely made and truly handsome chap of perhaps thirty-five.  Watson liked the clear blue of his eyes and the openness of his manner.  At the same time he felt that he was being weighed and balanced.

“My lord is not afraid?”

“Not at all!  I was just thinking—­when does this kill take place?”

“Two days hence, my lord; on the first of the Sixteen Sacred Days.”

And thus Chick found a staunch friend.  The soldier’s name, he learned, was “the Jan Lucar.”  He was supreme in command of the royal guards; and Chick soon came to feel that the man would as cheerfully lay down his life for him, Watson, as for the queen herself.  All told, Chick was able to store away in his memory a few very important facts: 

First, that the Aradna did not like the Senestro.

Second, that the Jan Lucar hated the great Bar because of the prince’s ambition to wed the queen and her cousin, the Nervina; also because of his selfish, autocratic ways.

Next, that were the Nervina on hand she would thwart the Senestro; for she was a very learned woman, as advanced as the Rhamda Avec himself.  But that she was a queen first and a scholar afterwards; her motive in going through the Blind Spot was to take care of the political welfare of her people, her purposes were as high as Rhamda Avec’s, but partook of statesmanship rather than spirituality.