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      There were many of the green-clad soldiers along the way, and the garrison of the only bridge span I could see had certainly been doubled.

      Wondering still, I turned from my point of observation and made my way back to our pavilion, hoping that Larry, who had been with Yolara for the past two hours, had returned. Hardly had I reached it before Rador came hurrying up, in his manner a curious exultance mingled with what in anyone else I would have called a decided nervousness.

      “Come!” he commanded before I could speak. “The Council has made decision — and Larree is awaiting you.”

      “What has been decided?” I panted as we sped along the mosaic path that led to the house of Yolara. “And why is Larry awaiting me?”

      And at his answer I felt my heart pause in its beat and through me race a wave of mingled panic and eagerness.

      “The Shining One dances!” had answered the green dwarf. “And you are to worship!”

      What was this dancing of the Shining One, of which so often he had spoken?

      Whatever my forebodings, Larry evidently had none.

      “Great stuff!” he cried, when we had met in the great antechamber now empty of the dwarfs. “Hope it will be worth seeing — have to be something damned good, though, to catch me, after what I’ve seen of shows at the front,” he added.

      And remembering, with a little shock of apprehension, that he had no knowledge of the Dweller beyond my poor description of it — for there are no words actually to describe what that miracle of interwoven glory and horror was — I wondered what Larry O’Keefe would say and do when he did behold it!

      Rador began to show impatience.

      “Come!” he urged. “There is much to be done — and the time grows short!”

      He led us to a tiny fountain room in whose miniature pool the white waters were concentrated, pearl-like and opalescent in their circling rim.

      “Bathe!” he commanded; and set the example by stripping himself and plunging within. Only a minute or two did the green dwarf allow us, and he checked us as we were about to don our clothing.

      Then, to my intense embarrassment, without warning, two of the black-haired girls entered, bearing robes of a peculiar dull-blue hue. At our manifest discomfort Rador’s laughter roared out. He took the garments from the pair, motioned them to leave us, and, still laughing, threw one around me. Its texture was soft, but decidedly metallic — like some blue metal spun to the fineness of a spider’s thread. The garment buckled tightly at the throat, was girdled at the waist, and, below this cincture, fell to the floor, its folds being held together by a half-dozen looped cords; from the shoulders a hood resembling a monk’s cowl.

      Rador cast this over my head; it completely covered my face, but was of so transparent a texture that I could see, though somewhat mistily, through it. Finally he handed us both a pair of long gloves of the same material and high stockings, the feet of which were gloved — five-toed.

      And again his laughter rang out at our manifest surprise.

      “The priestess of the Shining One does not altogether trust the Shining One’s Voice,” he said at last. “And these are to guard against any sudden — errors. And fear not, Goodwin,” he went on kindly. “Not for the Shining One itself would Yolara see harm come to Larree here — nor, because of him, to you. But I would not stake much on the great white one. And for him I am sorry, for him I do like well.”

      “Is he to be with us?” asked Larry eagerly.

      “He is to be where we go,” replied the dwarf soberly.

      Grimly Larry reached down and drew from his uniform his automatic. He popped a fresh clip into the pocket fold of his girdle. The pistol he slung high up beneath his arm-pit.

      The green dwarf looked at the weapon curiously. O’Keefe tapped it.

      “This,” said Larry, “slays quicker than the Keth — I take it so no harm shall come to the blue-eyed one whose name is Olaf. If I should raise it — be you not in its way, Rador!” he added significantly.

      The dwarf nodded again, his eyes sparkling. He thrust a hand out to both of us.

      “A change comes,” he said. “What it is I know not, nor how it will fall. But this remember — Rador is more friend to you than you yet can know. And now let us go!” he ended abruptly.

      He led us, not through the entrance, but into a sloping passage ending in a blind wall; touched a symbol graven there, and it opened, precisely as had the rosy barrier of the Moon Pool Chamber. And, just as there, but far smaller, was a passage end, a low curved wall facing a shaft not black as had been that abode of living darkness, but faintly luminescent. Rador leaned over the wall. The mechanism clicked and started; the door swung shut; the sides of the car slipped into place, and we swept swiftly down the passage; overhead the wind whistled. In a few moments the moving platform began to slow down. It stopped in a closed chamber no larger than itself.

      Rador drew his poniard and struck twice upon the wall with its hilt. Immediately a panel moved away, revealing a space filled with faint, misty blue radiance. And at each side of the open portal stood four of the dwarfish men, grey-headed, old, clad in flowing garments of white, each pointing toward us a short silver rod.

      Rador drew from his girdle a ring and held it out to the first dwarf. He examined it, handed it to the one beside him, and not until each had inspected the ring did they lower their curious weapons; containers of that terrific energy they called the Keth, I thought; and later was to know that I had been right.

      We stepped out; the doors closed behind us. The place was weird enough. Its pave was a greenish-blue stone resembling lapis lazuli. On each side were high pedestals holding carved figures of the same material. There were perhaps a score of these, but in the mistiness I could not make out their outlines. A droning, rushing roar beat upon our ears; filled the whole cavern.

      “I smell the sea,” said Larry suddenly.

      The roaring became deep-toned, clamorous, and close in front of us a rift opened. Twenty feet in width, it cut the cavern floor and vanished into the blue mist on each side. The cleft was spanned by one solid slab of rock not more than two yards wide. It had neither railing nor other protection.

      The four leading priests marched out upon it one by one, and we followed. In the middle of the span they knelt. Ten feet beneath us was a torrent of blue sea-water racing with prodigious speed between polished walls. It gave the impression of vast depth. It roared as it sped by, and far to the right was a low arch through which it disappeared. It was so swift that its surface shone like polished blue steel, and from it came the blessed, OUR WORLDLY, familiar ocean breath that strengthened my soul amazingly and made me realize how earth-sick I was.

      Whence came the stream, I marvelled, forgetting for the moment, as we passed on again, all else. Were we closer to the surface of earth than I had thought, or was this some mighty flood falling through an opening in sea floor, Heaven alone knew how many miles above us, losing itself in deeper abysses beyond these? How near and how far this was from the truth I was to learn — and never did truth come to man in more dreadful guise!

      The roaring fell away, the blue haze lessened. In front of us stretched a wide flight of steps, huge СКАЧАТЬ