me and receive in my capital the honors that are your due.'

I shook my head. 'Do not think that I don't appreciate your generosity,' I said, 'but I think you will understand that they would be empty honors indeed without my princess to share them.'

'But why not?' he urged. 'You must live, and here you may live in comfort and in honor. What other plans may you have?'

'I am going to follow Duare to Vepaja.'

'Impossible!' he exclaimed. 'How can you hope to reach Vepaja? Every Korvan vessel was taken or destroyed by the enemy during the last war.'

'I have a boat that brought me safely from Amlot,' I reminded him.

'What is it? a fishing boat?' he demanded.

'Yes.'

'A mere cockleshell,' he cried. 'You would not last through the first storm.'

'Nevertheless, I shall make the attempt,' I said.

He shook his head sadly. 'I wish that I might dissuade you,' he said, 'not alone because of my friendship for you, but because you could be of such great value to Korva.'

'How?' I asked.

'By showing us how to build anotars and training my officers to fly them.'

'The temptation is great,' I admitted, 'but I shall never rest in peace until I know that I have done all that man can do to rescue Duare.'

'Well, you can't leave at once; so we shall make the most of the time that you are with us; and I shall not annoy you with further importunities.'

He called an aide then, and had me shown to the quarters he had assigned me. There I found new apparel and a black wig; and after a hot bath I felt like a new man; and looked like one, too, as my mirror revealed in a startling manner. I should not have known myself, so greatly did the wig change my appearance.

Zerka, Mantar, and I dined that night in the great banquet hall of the jongs palace with Taman and Jahara and a company of the great nobles of Korva. They had all known me, some of them quite well; but they all agreed that they would never have recognized me. This, I realized, was not entirely due to the black wig. I had lost considerable weight during my hazardous adventures in Amlot; and I had undergone considerable mental suffering, with the result that my face was haggard and lined, my cheeks sunken.

During the long dinner, we three from Amlot fairly monopolized the conversation, but not through any desire on our part. The other guests insisted upon hearing every detail of what we had observed there and what we had experienced. They were especially interested in Zerka's description of the devious methods whereby the counterrevolutionists had carried on their operations despite the highly organized Zani spy system and the ruthless extermination of all who became suspected. They were still listening to her, spellbound, when a highly agitated aide entered the banquet hall and approached Taman . As he whispered in the jong’s ear, I saw the latter turn suddenly pale; then he rose and, taking Jahara's hand, led her from the hall. While the jong's departure left us free to depart if we wished, no one did so. We all felt that Taman was in trouble, and I think that as one man our only thought was to remain, in the event that we might be of service to our jong. We were right, for presently the aide returned and asked us to remain until Taman could speak with us. A few moments later he returned to the banquet hall; and, standing at the head of the long table, spoke to us.

'In this hall,' he said, 'are many of my most loyal subjects and trusted friends. I have come to you in a moment of great trouble to ask your aid. The Janjong Nna has been abducted from the palace.'

An involuntary exclamation of shock and sorrow filled the great room.

'She was taken with the connivance of someone in the palace,' continued Taman , 'but not before two loyal guardsmen had been killed attempting to defend her. That is all I know.'

A voice murmured, 'Muso!' It reflected the thought in every mind; and just then an officer hurried into the hall and up to Taman , handing him a message.

'This was just found in the janjong's apartments,' said the officer.

Taman read the message through; then he looked up at us. 'You were right,' he said. 'It was Muso. This is a threat to kill Nna unless I abdicate in favor of Muso and swear allegiance to him.'

We all stood there voiceless. What was there to say? Could we advise a father to sacrifice a loved daughter? Could we permit Muso to become jong of Korva? We were upon the horns of a dilemma.

'Does the message state any time when your decision must be reached?' asked Varo, the general.

Taman nodded. 'Between the first and second hours in the morning I must send up balloons from the palace roof—one, if I refuse; two, if I accede.'

'It is now the 26th hour,' said Varo. 'We have eleven hours in which to work. In the meantime, Taman , I beg that you refrain from making any reply. Let us see what we can accomplish.'

'I shall leave the matter in your hands, Varo,' said Taman , 'until the 1st hour tomorrow. Keep me advised of any progress, but please do not jeopardize the life of my daughter.'

'Her safety shall be our first concern,' Varo assured the jong.

Taman sat with us while we discussed plans. There seemed nothing more practical than a thorough search of the city, and Varo issued orders that routed out every soldier in Sanara to prosecute such a search as few cities ever have been subjected to.

I asked permission to join the searchers, and when Varo granted it I went at once to my quarters and summoned the servant who had been detailed to attend me. When he came I asked him if he could quickly procure for me the apparel such as a poor man might wear, but one who might also reasonably carry a sword and pistol.

'That will be easy, sir,' he said. 'I have only to go to my own quarters and fetch the apparel that I wear when I am not in the livery of the jong's household.'

In ten minutes I was attired in the clothing of an ordinary citizen of the lower class, and was soon on the street. I had a plan—not a very brilliant one but the best I could think of. I knew some rather disreputable haunts of the underworld of Sanara where men might foregather who could be bribed to commit any crime however heinous, and it occurred to me that here I might overhear much discussion of a crime with which such men would be familiar and possibly a hint that would lead me on the right trail. I really didn't have much enthusiasm for the idea, but I had to do something. I liked little Nna, and I couldn't just sit still and do nothing while she was in danger.

I wandered down toward the lower end of the city where the fish markets had been and where the sailors had gathered to carouse and fight in the days before the war that had wiped out the merchant marine and most of the fishing industry of Sanara. Now it was almost deserted, but there were still many of the old drinking places eking out a mean existence by catering to the men and women of the underworld. I went from one to the other of them, buying drinks here, gambling there, and always listening for any chance scrap of conversation that might lead to a clue. There was much talk on the subject of the abduction of the princess, for the matter was uppermost in all minds; but nothing was said in any of the places I went right up to the 38th hour that would have indicated any knowledge of the whereabouts of Nna or of her abductors.

I was discouraged and about hopeless as the 36th hour saw me sitting in a dive near the river wall of Sanara, where I pretended to be slightly under the influence of the vile drink that is popular there and tastes something like a mixture of gin and kerosene oil, of neither of which am I very fond—as a beverage. I let myself be enticed into a gambling game that somewhat resembles fan-tan. I lost consistently and paid with great good humor.

'You must be a rich man,' said an ugly-looking customer seated beside me.

'I know how to make money,' I said. 'I have made a lot this night. I may hang for it; so I might as well spend it.'

'That's the idea,' he applauded. 'But how did you make so much money so easily?'

'That I should tell—and get my neck twisted,' I said.

'I'll bet I know how he made it,' offered another man, 'and he will get his neck twisted for it, too—unless —'

'Unless what?' I demanded truculently.

You know and so do Prunt and Skrag. They've gone for the rest of theirs now.'

'Oh, they have, have they?' I demanded. 'I haven't got the rest of mine. I don't know where to go to get it. They'll probably cheat me out of it. Oh, well, I've got plenty anyway.' I got up from the table and walked toward the door, staggering just a little. I hadn't the remotest idea that I was on a trail that would lead where I wanted to go,

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