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Some  opposition may have been forseen,  but no one was  prepared 
for  the  blackness  of  disapproval  which  actually   radiated, 
striking hearts cold.  A course without precedent,  no answer was 
vouchsafed.  On  the  contrary,  even  normal  communication  was 
suspended.  The  houses  which  favoured the  innovation--333  in 
numbers--took counsel,  came to the decision that it was  useless 
to  oppose the High House,  and were about to acquiesce,  when  a 
woman  who  had  once been in the presence of 'To Her'  rose  and 
thought   vehemently  'The  Living  Atla  is  the  head  of   our 
conspiracy'.  In  other  words,  they  were  the  loyalists,  the 
Magicians of the High House the rebels. This was why they had cut 
themselves off,  because their own head was against them.  It was 
instantly  resolved  to  go to the High  House,  and  demand  the 
custody of 'To Her'.  Nearing the goal, however, a remnant of the 
ancient reverence half cowed even the ringleaders--I may  mention 
that  five of every six of the heretics were women--when they saw 
a stern phalanx of magicians, its point threatening their centre. 
As  they  wavered,  a woman cried "They are only men such  as  we 
are." The ranks stiffened;  on all sides the army closed upon the 
tiny phalanx,  which only numbered 66 all told.  It was then that 
the truth was known.  Ere a blow could be struck,  the  attacking 
party  vanished;  it was instantaneous and complete annihilation. 
From  that moment it was certain that the ruling power  in  Atlas 
was  Something* infinitely more awful than the  Living  Atla.  In 
order  to  avoid any possible repetition of such a  disaster--for 
the  Magicians of the High House knew that any  manifestation  of 
the  Supreme must undo the work of centuries--they gave out  that 
they  had  become too terrible to look upon,  and for the  future 
they always appeared with heavy veils, or rather masks, since for 
the  most part they were carven fantastically by the  wearers  in 
their leisure hours.  A further alteration was made in the system 
of government. The head of one of the 'houses of houses' was made 
supreme:  the  High House took no part in affairs of state.  Thus 
the  Atla was to all intents and purposes deposed,  although  the 
same  reverence  and sacrifice were paid to it  as  formerly.  It 
became a 'constitutional monarch', in our modern jargon.
   The  next thousand years were years of serious trial in  other 
ways.  The  toil of repopulation was excessive,  and there was  a 
revolt or rather strike of the servile races,  which was ended by 
the substitution of 'bread from heaven' for those products of the 
earth on which they had formerly been fed, a diet which proved so 
adapted to their natures that no labour troubles ever recurred.
   The Greek legends of the wars between Gods, giants, Titans are 
traditional of a real war or series of wars which continued  with 
intervals over 200 years.  The enemy had developed naval armament 
to an extreme. Their tactics were these:
   1.  To wipe out the servile races and so to interfere with the        
       production of Zro.
   2.  To rush and destroy the High House.
   The  first  of these met with a great  deal  of  success,  the 
floating  rock  being  struck with  projectiles  and  sunk.  This 
occurred  chiefly on the outlaying islands,  where they were  not 
too  much afraid to make raids in force.  They also sent epidemic 
disease  of many kinds.  Atlas was reduced to such  extremity  in 
these  ways  that at one time the waterways were forced  and  the