She looked puzzled for a moment. 'Do you mean to tell me that you are not Jukans from another village?' she demanded.
'Certainly not. What made you think we were?'
'Because Goofo said that you were his friends, and were to be treated well; so I was positive you were not prisoners and, therefore, must be Jukans from another village. I will admit, however, that I was puzzled, because you seemed to be far too intelligent to be Jukans. They, as you have doubtless discovered, are all maniacs.'
A light commenced to dawn in my mind then. 'Kleeto, you are not a Jukan?' I asked.
'Certainly not,' she said. 'I am a prisoner here. I come from the land of Suvi .'
I had to laugh at that; and she asked me why I was laughing. 'Because all the time, I thought you were crazy; and you thought we were crazy.'
'I know it,' she said. 'It is very funny indeed; but after you have lived here awhile, you don't know who is crazy and who isn't. Some of the Jukans look and act perfectly normal; and they may be the craziest of the lot. Now neither Meeza, the king, nor Moko, his son, look like imbeciles; and, well, they are not exactly imbeciles either; but they are both maniacs of the worst type, irresponsible and cruel, always ready to kill.'
'Goofo doesn't seem such a bad lot,' I said.
'No, he's harmless. You were lucky to fall into his hands. If Noak, his assistant, had been on duty when you were brought into the palace, it might have been a very different story.'
'You have been here a long while, Kleeto?' I asked.
'Yes, for more sleeps than I can count. In fact, I have been here for so long that they have forgotten that I am not one of them. They think I am a Jukan.'
'It should be easy for you to escape, then,' I suggested.
'It would do me no good to escape alone,' she said. 'What chance would I have to reach Suvi, alone and unarmed?'
'We might all go together,' I said.
She shook her head. 'There has never been a single opportunity, since I have been here, when three people might have escaped from the palace, let alone getting out of the village. There have been many prisoners here, and I have never heard of one escaping. By the way,' she added, 'you said you were from Sari, didn't you?'
'Yes,' I replied.
'There is a prisoner here from Sari, a girl,' she said.
'In this village?' I demanded. 'I had heard that there was a Sarian girl in one of the Jukan villages; but I did not know that she was here. Do you know her name?'
'No,' replied Kleeto, 'and I have not even seen her; but I understand that she is very beautiful.'
'Where is she?' I asked.
'Somewhere in the palace. The High Priest keeps her hidden. You see, Meeza wants to take her as one of his wives; Moko, his son, wants her; and the High Priest wants to sacrifice her to Ogar.'
'Which of these will get her?' I asked.
'The High Priest already has her; but he is afraid of Meeza; and Meeza is afraid to take her away from the High Priest for fear of bringing down the wrath of Ogar on his head.'
'So for the moment she is safe,' I said.
'In the palace of Meeza , the king, no one is ever safe,' replied Kleeto.
Chapter VIII
SLEEPING AND eating constituted our principal activities in the palace of Meeza , the king. It was no life for a couple of warriors, and the boredom of it fairly drove us mad.
'We'll be as crazy as the rest of them, if we don't get out of here pretty soon,' said Zor.
'I don't know what we're going to do about it,' I said.
'Perhaps we can persuade Goofo to let us go out into the city,' suggested Zor. 'At least that would give us a little exercise and break the monotony of our life here.'
'It might give us an opportunity to escape, as well,' I said. Zor arose, yawning, and stretched. He was getting fat and loggy. 'Let's go find him.'
As we were about to leave the chamber, we heard a scream-just a single scream, followed by silence.
'Now I wonder what that was?' said Zor.
'It was very close by,' I said. 'Perhaps we had better wait. You can never tell what trouble you may run into, if anything happens to excite these people; and it sounded to me as though that scream may have come from Goofo's office.'
Presently Kleeto entered the room in what was evidently a state of excitement. 'What's the matter?' I asked. 'What makes you so nervous?'
'Did you hear the scream?' she asked.
'Yes.'
'That was Goofo. Noak just stabbed him in the back.'
Zor whistled.
'Did he kill him?' I demanded.
'I don't know; but it is very probable. At any rate, he is badly wounded; and Noak is major-domo of the palace. It will go hard with all of us now. Noak has more brains than Goofo, and a good memory. He won't forget all about us the way Goofo did.'
'I don't think he's ever seen us,' said Zor.
'That won't make any difference,' said Kleeto. 'He'll commence to investigate now and find out all about everybody in his part of the palace.'
'It's too bad we aren't dressed like Jukans,' I said; 'then we might make Noak think we were visitors from another village.'
The Jukans' loin-cloths were of monkey skin cured with the hair on; and they wore monkey-skin anklets and necklaces of human teeth; and, as I have mentioned before, their hair was cut quite short; so it would have been very difficult for us to pass as Jukans in our present state.
'Couldn't you find us each an outfit, Kleeto?' asked Zor.
'I know where there is one outfit,' replied the girl. 'It belonged to a man who used to serve under Goofo. He suddenly conceived the idea that he shouldn't wear any apparel at all; so he threw it away and went naked. All the things he discarded were put in one of the storerooms; and, as far as I know, they are still there.'
'Well, let's hope he hasn't come back to get his things,' said Zor.
'He hasn't,' said Kleeto; 'and he never will. He came naked into the presence of the king; and Meeza had him destroyed.'
'Now if we could find another outfit,' said Zor, 'we might even get out of the palace without being noticed.'
As we talked, I was standing facing the doorway, which was covered by hangings made from a number of softly tanned skins of some small animal. I saw the hanging move slightly; and guessing that someone was eavesdropping, I stepped quickly to it and drew it aside. Beyond it stood a man with a foul face. His close-set, beady black eyes, his long nose and receding chin, gave him a rat-like appearance. He stood there looking at us for a moment in silence; then he turned and scurried away precisely like a rat.
'I wonder if he heard?' said Kleeto.
'Who was he?' asked Zor.
'That was Ro,' replied the girl. 'He is one of Noak's henchmen.'
'It looks as though we are in for it,' said Zor, 'for he certainly must have heard us.'
'Perhaps he'll forget all about us before he finds anyone to tell it to,' I said.
'Not he,' rejoined Kleeto. 'Sometimes it seems as though the meaner they are, the better their memory.'
'Now,' I said, 'would be a good time to get out of here, if we could disguise ourselves as Jukans. Suppose you get that one outfit, Kleeto, and we'll fix Zor up. If he can go around the palace, undetected, he may find an
