are you so urgent upon that point? What has he to do with this?"
"You know nothing of what has passed in the palace tonight?" Tarascus searched the priest's countenance with burning intensity.
"Nothing. As you know, I have been employed in translating manuscripts for Xaltotun, for some months now, transcribing esoteric volumes written in the younger languages into script he can read. He was well versed in all the tongues and scripts of his day, but he has not yet learned all the newer languages, and to save time he has me translate these works for him, to learn if any new knowledge has been discovered since his time. I did not know that he had returned last night until he sent for me and told me of the battle. Then I returned to my studies, nor did I know that you had returned until the clamor in the palace brought me out of my cell."
"Then you do not know that Xaltotun brought the king of Aquilonia a captive to this palace?"
Orastes shook his head, without particular surprize.
"Xaltotun merely said that Conan would oppose us no more. I supposed that he had fallen, but did not ask the details."
"Xaltotun saved his life when I would have slain him," snarled Tarascus. "I saw his purpose instantly. He would hold Conan captive to use as a club against us—against Amalric, against Valerius, and against myself. So long as Conan lives he is a threat, a unifying factor for Aquilonia, that might be used to compel us into courses we would not otherwise follow. I mistrust this undead Pythonian. Of late I have begun to fear him.
"I followed him, some hours after he had departed eastward. I wished to learn what he intended doing with Conan. I found that he had imprisoned him in the pits. I intended to see that the barbarian died, in spite of Xaltotun. And I accomplished"
A cautious knock sounded at the door.
"That's Arideus," grunted Tarascus. "Let him in."
The saturnine squire entered, his eyes blazing with suppressed excitement.
"How, Arideus?" exclaimed Tarascus. "Have you found the man who attacked me?"
"You did not see him, my lord?" asked Arideus, as one who would assure himself of a fact he already knows to exist. "You did not recognize him?"
"No. It happened so quick, and the candle was out—all I could think of was that it was some devil loosed on me by Xaltotun's magic"
"The Pythonian sleeps in his barred and bolted room. But I have been in the pits." Arideus twitched his lean shoulders excitedly.
"Well, speak, man!" exclaimed Tarascus impatiently. "What did you find there?"
"An empty dungeon," whispered the squire. "The corpse of the great ape!"
"What?" Tarascus started upright, and blood gushed from his opened wound.
"Aye! The man-eater is dead—stabbed through the heart—and Conan is gone!"
Tarascus was gray of face as he mechanically allowed Orastes to force him prostrate again and the priest renewed work upon his mangled flesh.
"Conan!" he repeated. "Not a crushed corpse—escaped! Mitra! He is no man, but a devil himself! I thought Xaltotun was behind this wound. I see now. Gods and devils! It was Conan who stabbed me! Arideus!"
"Aye, your Majesty!"
"Search every nook in the palace. He may be skulking through the dark corridors now like a hungry tiger. Let no
