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"Who are you?" she asked, and, "Where is Uthia?"

"I airl," replied the other "I know none by the name of Uthia"

Tara of Heliuh stone was not the marble of her father's halls "Where airl, and then seeing that the other still did not understand she guessed the truth "You are a prisoner in The Towers of Jetan in the city of Manator," she explained "You were brought to this cha, by A-Kor, Dwar of The Towers of Jetan, who sent me to you with food and drink, for kind is the heart of A-Kor"

"I remember, now," said Tara, slowly "I remember; but where is Turan, ht of another," replied Lan-O; "you alone were brought to the towers In that you are fortunate, for there be no nobler man in Manator than A-Kor It is his irl from Gathol"

"Gathol!" exclaimed Tara of Helium "Lies Gathol close by Manator?"

"Not close, yet still the nearest country," replied Lan-O "About twenty-two degrees east, it lies"

Approximately 814 Earth Miles

"Gathol!" murmured Tara, "Far Gathol!"

"But you are not froirl; "your harness is not of Gathol"

"I am from Helium," said Tara "It is far froirl, "but in our studies we learned reatness of Helium, we of Gathol, so it seems not so far away"

"You, too, are from Gathol?" asked Tara

"Many of us are froirl "It is to Gathol, nearest country, that the Manatorians look for slaves reat numbers at intervals of three or seven years and haunt the roads that lead to Gathol, and thus they capture whole caravans leaving none to bear warning to Gathol of their fate Nor do any ever escape from Manator to carry word of us back to Gahan our jed"

Tara of Heliuirl's words aroused memories of the last hours she had spent in her father's palace and the great midday function at which she had met Gahan of Gathol Even now she flushed as she recalled his daring words

Upon her reveries the door opened and a burly warrior appeared in the opening-a hulking felloith thick lips and an evil, leering face The slave girl sprang to her feet, facing him