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Nor did any speak out for alterations in the future. Yes, even

though we made the circuit for the three prescribed times, all
present showed their approval in generous silence.

Then, one behind the other, the new Viceroy and the old, we
marched with formal step over golden tiles of that council hall

beneath the pyramid, and the great officers of state left their
stations and joined in our train; and at the farther wall we came

to the door of those private chambers which an hour ago had been
mine own.

Ah, well! I had no home now in any of those wondrous cities
of Yucatan, and I could not help feeling a bitterness, though in

sooth I should have been thankful enough to return to the Continent
of Atlantis with my head still in its proper station.

Tatho gave his formal summons of "Open ye to the Viceroy,"
which the ritual commands, and the slaves within sent the massive

stone valves of the door gaping wide. Tatho entered, I at his
heels; the others halted, sending valedictions from the threshold;

and the valves of the door clanged on the lock behind us. We
passed on to the chamber beyond, and then, when for the first time

we were alone together, and the forced etiquette of courts was
behind us, the new Viceroy turned with meekly folded arms, and

bowed low before me.
"Deucalion," he said, "believe me that I have not sought this

office. It was thrust upon me. Had I not accepted, my head would
have paid forfeit, and another man--your enemy--would have been

sent out as viceroy in your place. The Empress does not permit
that her will shall ever be questioned."

"My friend," I made answer, "my brother in all but blood,
there is no man living in all Atlantis or her territories to whom

I had liefer hand over my government. For twenty years now have I
ruled this country of Yucatan, and Mexico beyond, first under the

old King, and then as minister to this new Empress. I know my
colony like a book. I am intimate with all her wonderful cities,

with their palaces, their pyramids, and their people. I have
hunted the beasts and the savages in the forests. I have built

roads, and made the rivers so that they will carry shipping. I
have fostered the arts and crafts like a merchant; I have

discoursed, three times each day, the cult of the Gods with mine
own lips. Through evil years and through good have I ruled here,

striving only for the prosperity of the land and the strengthening
of Atlantis, and I have grown to love the peoples like a father.

To you I bequeath them, Tatho, with tender supplications for their
interests."

"It is not I that can carry on Deucalion's work with Deucalion's
power, but rest content, my friend, that I shall do my humble

best to follow exactly on in your footsteps. Believe me, I came
out to this government with a thousand regrets, but I would have

died sooner than take your place had I known how vigorously the
supplanting would trouble you."

"We are alone here," I said, "away from the formalities of formal
assemblies, and a man may give vent to his natural self without

fear of tarnishing a ceremony. Your coming was something of the
suddenest. Till an hour ago, when you demanded audience, I had

thought to rule on longer; and even now I do not know for what
cause I am deposed."

"The proclamation said: 'We relieve our well-beloved Deucalion
of his present service, because we have great need of his powers at

home in our kingdom of Atlantis.'"
"A mere formality."

Tatho looked uneasily round the hangings of the chamber, and
drew me with him to its centre, and lowered his voice.

"I do not think so," he whispered. "I believe she has need of
you. There are troublous times on hand, and Phorenice wants the

ablest men in the kingdom ready to her call."
"You may speak openly," I said, "and without fear of

eavesdroppers. We are in the heart of the pyramid here, built in
every way by a man's length of solid stone. Myself, I oversaw the

laying of every course. And besides, here in Yucatan, we have not
the niceties of your old world diplomacy, and do not listen,

because we count it shame to do so."
Tatho shrugged his shoulders. "I acted only according to mine

education. At home, a loose tongue makes a loose head, and there
are those whose trade it is to carry tales. Still, what I say is

this: The throne shakes, and Phorenice sees the need of sturdy
props. So she has sent this proclamation."

"But why come to me? It is twenty years since I sailed to
this colony, and from that day I have not returned to Atlantis

once. I know little of the old country's politics. What small
parcel of news drifts out to us across the ocean, reads with

slender interest here. Yucatan is another world, my dear Tatho, as
you in the course of your government will learn, with new

interests, new people, new everything. To us here, Atlantis is
only a figment, a shadow, far away across the waters. It is for

this new world of Yucatan that I have striven through all these
years."

"If Deucalion has small time to spare from his government for
brooding over his fatherland, Atlantis, at least, has found leisure

to admire the deeds of her brilliant son. Why, sir, over yonder at
home, your name carries magic with it. When you and I were lads

together, it was the custom in the colleges to teach that the men
of the past were the greatest this world has ever seen; but to-day

this teaching is changed. It is Deucalion who is held up as the
model and example. Mothers name their sons Deucalion, as the most

valuable birth-gift they can make. Deucalion is a household word.
Indeed, there is only one name that is near to it in familiarity."

"You trouble me," I said, frowning. "I have tried to do my
duty for its own sake, and for the country's sake, not for the

pattings and fondlings of the vulgar. And besides, if there are
names to be in every one's mouth, they should be the names of the

Gods."
Tatho shrugged his shoulders. "The Gods? They occupy us very

little these latter years. With our modern science, we have grown
past the tether of the older Gods, and no new one has appeared.

No, my Lord Deucalion, if it were merely the Gods who were your
competitors on men's lips, your name would be a thousand times the

better known."
"Of mere human names," I said, "the name of this new Empress

should come first in Atlantis, our lord the old King being now
dead."

"She certainly would have it so," replied Tatho, and there was
something in his tone which made me see that more was meant behind

the words. I drew him to one of the marble seats, and bent myself
familiarly towards him. "I am speaking," I said, "not to the new

Viceroy of Yucatan, but to my old friend Tatho, a member of the
Priests' Clan, like myself, with whom I worked side by side in a

score of the smaller home governments, in hamlets, in villages, in
smaller towns, in greater towns, as we gained experience in war and

knowledge in the art of ruling people, and so tediously won our
promotion. I am speaking in Tatho's private abode, that was mine

own not two hours since, and I would have an answer with that
plainness which we always then used to one another."

The new Viceroy sighed whimsically. "I almost forget how to
speak in plain words now," he said. "We have grown so polished in

these latter days, that mere bald truth would be hissed as
indelicate. But for the memory of those early years, when we

expended as much law and thought over the ownership of a hay-byre
as we should now over the fate of a rebellious city, I will try and

speak plain to you even now, Deucalion. Tell me, old friend, what
is it?"

"What of this new Empress?"
He frowned. "I might have guessed your subject," he said.

"Then speak upon it. Tell me of all the changes that have
been made. What has this Phorenice done to make her throne

unstable in Atlantis?"
Tatho frowned still. "If I did not know you to be as honest

as our Lord the Sun, your questions would carry mischief with them.
Phorenice has a short way with those who are daring enough to

discuss her policies for other purpose than politely to praise
them."

"You can leave me ignorant if you wish," I said with a touch
of chill. This Tatho seemed to be different from the Tatho I had

known at home, Tatho my workmate, Tatho who had read with me in the
College of Priests, who had run with me in many a furious charge,

who had laboured with me so heavily that the peoples under us might
prosper. But he was quick enough to see my change of tone.

"You force me back to my old self," he said with a half smile,
"though it is hard enough to forget the caution one has learned

during the last twenty years, even when speaking with you. Still,
whatever may have happened to the rest of us, it is clear to see

that you at least have not changed, and, old friend, I am ready to
trust you with my life if you ask it. In fact, you do ask me that

very thing when you tell me to speak all I know of Phorenice."
I nodded. This was more like the old times, when there was

full confidence between us. "The Gods will it now that I return to
Atlantis," I said, "and what happens after that the Gods alone

know. But it would be of service to me if I could land on her
shores with some knowledge of this Phorenice, for at present I am

as ignorantconcerning her as some savage from Europe or
mid-Africa."

"What would you have me tell?"
"Tell all. I know only that she, a woman, reigns, whereby the

ancient law of the land, a man should rule; that she is not even of
the Priestly Clan from which the law says all rulers must be drawn;

and that, from what you say, she has caused the throne to totter.
The throne was as firm as the everlasting hills in the old King's

day, Tatho."
"History has moved with pace since then, and Phorenice has

spurred it. You know her origin?"
"I know only the exact little I have told you."

"She was a swineherd's daughter from the mountains, though
this is never even whispered now, as she has declared herself to be

a daughter of the Gods, with a miraculous birth and upbringing. As
she has decreed it a sacrilege to question this parentage, and has

ordered to be burnt all those that seem to recollect her more
earthly origin, the fable passes current for truth. You see the

faith I put in you, Deucalion, by telling you what you wish to
learn."

"There has always been trust between us."
"I know; but this habit of suspicion is hard to cast off, even

with you. However, let me put your good faith between me and the
torture further. Zaemon, you remember, was governor of the

swineherd's province, and Zaemon's wife saw Phorenice and took her
away to adopt and bring up as her own. It is said that the

swineherd and his woman objected; perhaps they did; anyway, I know
they died; and Phorenice was taught the arts and graces, and

brought up as a daughter of the Priestly Clan."
"But still she was an adopted daughter only," I objected.

"The omission of the 'adopted' was her will at an early age,"
said Tatho dryly, "and she learnt early to have her wishes carried

into fact. It was notorious that before she had grown to fifteen
years she ruled not only the women of the household, but Zaemon

also, and the province that was beyond Zaemon."
"Zaemon was learned," I said, "and a devoutfollower of the

Gods, and searcher into the higher mysteries; but, as a ruler, he
was always a flabby fellow."

"I do not say that opportunities have not come usefully in
Phorenice's way, but she has genius as well. For her to have

raised herself at all from what she was, was remarkable. Not one
woman out of a thousand, placed as she was, would have grown to be

aught higher than a mere wife of some sturdycountryman, who was
sufficiently simple to care nothing for pedigree. But look at



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