Chapter VI: The Fittest

[Footnote: This chapter was originally as long as the others, but an unfortunate accident of Mr. Smith’s, before he was thoroughly familiar with the machine, mutilated a large portion of the tape so badly that it was made worthless. This explains why something appears to be missing from the account, and also why this chapter begins in the middle of a sentence.]

slaves; but the most were slain. Neither could we bother with their women and others left behind.

Now, by this time the empire was as one man in its worship of me. I had been emperor but a year, and already I had made it certain that only the men of Vlamaland, and no others, should live in the sight of Jon. So well thought they of me, I might fair have sat upon my reputation, and have spent my last days in feasting like the man before me.

But I was still too young and full of energy to take my ease. I found myself more and more restless; I had naught to do; it had all been done. At last I sent for old Maka.

“Ye put me up to this, ye old fraud,” I told him, pretending to be wrathful. “Now set me another task, or I’ll have thy head!”

He knew me too well to be affrighted. He said that he had been considering my case of late.

“Strokor, thy father was right when he told thee to have naught to do with women. That is to say, he were right at the time. Were he alive today”--I forgot to say that my father was killed in the battle across the sea--”he would of a certainty say that it were high time for thee to pick thy mate.