I led her to a bench at one side of the open space and bade her be seated. She seemed quite tractable, which in itself was a good omen. I sat down beside her and concentrated my thoughts upon that which I was determined she should see. I could feel the sweat standing upon my forehead as I strained to compel her, and presently the dullness passed from her eyes and she looked up wonderingly, her gaze apparently fixed upon something across the little clearing.
"Father!" she exclaimed, and rose and ran forward.
She threw her arms around empty air, but I knew that she was in the embrace of the figment I had conjured from my brain. She talked excitedly for a moment, and then she said goodby tearfully and returned to the bench.
"You were right," she said: "I am Vanaia. Tovar, my father, has assured me of it. I wish that he might have remained, but he could not, However, he told me to trust you and to do whatever you said."
"And you wish to return to your home?"
"Yes; oh, how much I wish to! But how?"
I had a plan, and I was just about to explain it to her when half a dozen men entered the clearing. At their head was Morgas!
Chapter Eight
THE WIZARD OF VENUS came storming across the clearing with his warriors at his heels. I could see that he was furious. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Admiring one of your zaldars," I replied.
He gave me a skeptical look; and then a nasty, sneering smile replaced it. "So you admire zaldars, to you?
That is well, for you are about to become a zaldar;" then he fixed me with his terrible, maniacal eyes and made passes at me with his long slender fingers. "You are a zaldar, you are a zaldar," he kept repeating over and over again.
I waited to become a zaldar, but nothing happened.
His burning eyes bored into mine. I thought of Chand Kabi, and I wondered if this man did have safflcient power to make me believe that I was a zaldar. Chand Kabi could have done it, but he never used his great powers other than beneficently.
I pitted my mind against the mind of Morgas. At first I wondered, but presently I realized that I was immune to his most malevolent machinations. I did not become a zaldar.
"Now you are a zaldar," he said at last. "Get down on your hands and knees and feed!"
Then I made a mistake: I laughed at him. It wouldn't have done me any harm to admit that I was a zaldar, in which event I should probably have been turned out to pasture and had something of freedom; but that laugh angered him, and he had the warriors drag me away and put me in a cell beneath the donjon, and for good measure he had Ero Shan thrown in with me.
I told Ero Shan of all that had occurred in the garden.
He was much interested in this strange power that I had exercised over Vanaia, and I told him a great deal about Chand Kabi and my life in India. I told him of how my father used to go out tiger hunting on elephants, and I had to describe tigers and elephants to him. Ero Shan's imagination was intrigued. He said that he would like to go to India some day; which was, of course, quite impossible. And presently we fell asleep on the hard, stone floor of our cell.
We were there some time. A iailer came every day and brought us food. He had a most unprepossessing face-a face that one could never forget. It was burned indelibly into my consciousness.
Every day Morgas came and told us we were zaldars.
He glared and made his passes, and at the end he would ask, "Now you are zaldars, aren't you?"
"No," I said, "but you are a jackass."
"What is a iackass?" he demanded.
"You," I told him.
He smiled appreciatively. "I suppose a iackass is a great person in your country," he said.
"Many of them are in high places," I assured him.
"But you are only zaldars," he insisted. "I know that you know that you are zaldars, but you won't admit it. You are just lying to me;" then he went away.
That evening, when our jailer came, he said, "What fine zaldars! You are zaldars, aren't you, or do my eyes deceive me?"
"Perhaps they deceive you," I told him, "but mine don't deceive me. I know that you are not a zaldar."
"Of course I'm not," he said.
"Then what are you?" I asked.
"What am I? A human being, of course."
"With that face? It is impossible."
"What's the matter with my face?" he demanded angrily.
"Everything."
He went out and slammed the door and turned the great key in the great lock almost venomously.
"Why do you always try to antagonize them?" asked Ero Shan.
"I suppose because I am bored. While they annoy me, they offer the only momentary escape from my boredom."
"What is a jackass?" he asked. "I know that it must be something obnoxious, or you would not have told Morgas that he was one."
"On the contrary, the jackass is a really excellent fellow, a quite remarkable fellow. Creatures of far less intelligence have come to use him to--what should I say? personify? foolish stupidity. I am sorry that I called Morgas a jackass: I apologize to all jackasses."
"You are a remarkable fellow," said Ero Shan.
"Neatly put, Ero Shan."
"I was just thinking that maybe you were a bit stupid in not using those marvellous powers you had from your Chand KabŁ to frighten Morgas into releasing us."
"There is an idea," I said. "It might be worth experimenting with, but I rather doubt that it will accomplish anything."
"Try it tonight," he said; "people are more easily frightened at night."
"Very well," I agreed: "tonight I shall frighten Morgas out of seven years' growth-maybe."
"If you really made Vanaia think that she saw her father, you should be able to make Morgas think that he sees whatever you wish him to see."
"Vanaia went and embraced her father and talked to him. It was a most touching reunion."
"If I didn't know you so well," said Ero Shan, "I should be sure that you were lying. When are you going to start in on Morgas? That will prove to me whether-"
"I am a liar or a jackass or an A-1 Merlin," I concluded for him.
"You are Galahad," he said, grinning.
The great hall of the donjon was directly above our cell, and at night we could hear people walking around, and we could hear voices and, occasionally, laughter-not much real laughter; but, late at night, drunken laughter. I told Ero Shan that I would wait until things had quieted down and I was reasonably certain that Morgas had gone to bed before I started in on my necromancy.
It seemed to me that they caroused later than usual that night, but at last things quieted down. I waited about half an hour, during which time Ero Shan and I talked over old times in Havatoo; and then I told him that I was going to start in on Morgas.
"Just keep perfectly quiet," I said, "so as not to distract me, and we shall see what we shall see. It will probably be nothing."
"I shall then be greatly disappointed and lose all faith in you," he threatened me.
So I went to work on Vootogan Morgas, the Wizard of Venus. Although I didn't move, I worked until I was in a lather of perspiration. It is remarkable how similar the effects of sustained, highly concentrated mental activity are to those of physical exertion; but then, perhaps, they are due only to nervous reaction.
Ero Shan sat perfectly quiet. It was almost as though he did not even breathe. The minutes passed-tense minutes-and nothing happened. I fought to keep thoughts of failure from my mind. A quarter of an hour, and the silence of the tomb still reigned within the donjon. A half hour, but I would not give up.
Then suddenly we heard footsteps on the floor above us: the footsteps of running men and the shouts of men.
I relaxed and wiped the perspiration from my forehead. "I think it worked," I said to Ero Shan.