There was never a day when some pilgrim did not climb the zigzag stairways to see, and to receive advice from him. No attention was paid to their comings and goings, and it was not thought unusual when a stranger approached and asked for Yermah.
“Cezardis, why hast thou left Tlamco?” asked Yermah, as he embraced his visitor.
“I am come to request thee to return. Thou hast many devoted friends there to mourn thy absence.”
“Is not Setos master of the councilmen?”
“Yes; and he has most grievously taxed and outraged the Azes.”
“I am not surprised,” said Yermah, calmly. “He is by nature fiery and imperious, combative and bloodthirsty. The restraining influence of Saturn held him in check for a time, but now it will add malefic tendencies.”
“Of late, he has been trying to bring about chemical affinities, investigating secret laws, and dabbling in the knowledge forbidden an earthy mortal. He overeats, and sends in haste for a shaman and priest while all Tlamco waits. He will allow no business transacted when he is sick. Fully half our time is spent in the temples praying for him. We have no choice, as he is the self-appointed guardian of our morals and compels attendance.”
Cezardis’s words, looks and actions betrayed his feelings.
“How is it with Imos?”
“He is given unlimited power, because he allowed Setos to espouse Oahspe, the vestal. This power he uses to advance his own interests.”