CHAPTER VIIThe First Arcadian
“JOHN LUX!”
He whirled to see who had addressed him. It was a tall, elderly man whose gaunt, unsmiling face was framed in silver locks and a silver beard. His lean body was robed in a somber gown of neutral gray, which contrasted in its simplicity of design and restraint of hue with the wildly colored, fantastical garments of the other citizens.
It was the man he had glimpsed by reflection in the mirror-paned dodecahedron building, the man whose dignity and sobriety had formed such a curious contrast to the laughing inebriated, love-making throng surging through the winding ways.
“Who are you?” Lux demanded.
“My name is Sonthus, John Lux.”
“How is it that you know my name?”
The silver-haired man smiled faintly, but made no reply.
“You have been followi
