"We have not eaten for a long time," I said to the girl who was accompanying us. "We are famished."
She nodded. "Help yourselves," she said.
"It won't get you in trouble?" I asked.
"No. Goofo has probably already forgotten that he has sent you to sleep. If he came in and saw you eating, he would think that it was he who had suggested it; and these girls will forget almost as soon as you are through that you have been here or that you have eaten. They are little better than imbeciles. In fact, everyone in the village is crazy except me."
I felt sorry for the poor thing, knowing that she believed that she had impressed us with the truth of her statement. I will admit that she didn't look crazy; but it is one of the symptoms of insanity to believe that everyone else is insane but you.
"What is your name?" I asked, as we sat down on the floor, and commenced to eat.
"Kleeto," she said; "and yours?"
"David," I replied, "and my friend is Zor."
"Are you crazy, too?" she asked.
I shook my head and smiled. "No, indeed," I said.
"That's what they all say," she observed. She caught herself suddenly, as though she had said something she should not have said, and quickly added, "Of course I know you're not crazy, because I peeked through the doorway and saw you working in the mud with Goofo."
I wondered if she were ribbing me a bit, and then I realized that to her poor unbalanced mind the thing that we had been doing might seem entirely natural and rational. With a sigh, I continued my meal-a sigh for the poor warped brain that dominated such a lovely girl.
Zor and I were famished; and Kleeto looked on in amazement at the amount of food we consumed. The two other girls paid no attention to us, but went on with their work preparing more food. At last we could eat no more; and Kleeto led us to a darkened room and left us to sleep.
I don't know how long we were in the palace of Meeza . I know we slept many times; and we lived off the fat of the land. Kleeto saw to that, for she seemed to have taken a liking to us. Nobody seemed to know what we were doing in the palace; but after they became accustomed to seeing us around, they paid no more attention to us, except that we were not permitted to leave the building, which meant, of course, that we could not escape; but we bided our time, hoping that some day something would occur to give us the opportunity for which we so longed.
Goofo, who was major-domo of the palace, never could recall why we were there. I used to see him sitting with that puzzled look on his face gazing at us intently, and I knew perfectly well that he was trying to recall who we were and why we were in the palace.
As time went on, I became more and more impressed with Kleeto's intelligence. She had an excellent memory, and by comparison with the others that we met she was unquestionably sane. Zor and I used to like to talk with her whenever the opportunity arose. She told us much about the ways of the people and the gossip of the palace.
"Which village are you from?" she asked one day.
"Village? I don't understand," I said. "Zor is from the land of Zoram , and I am from the land of Sari ."
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."