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"No just as the rescue of these people was at hand, just as the ht have carried us and them back into the world, slowly, one by one--now coreat bitterness filled his soul once more at this harsh, cynic turn of fate But most of all he yearned toward Beatrice That he should dieat their hands there in the lost Abyss was dreadful as the pangs of all the fabled hells

Again he fought to hold back, to try for solihly forward

He could not even see the patriarch All was confusion, glare, sate, out into the thronged plaza

Everywhere rose cries, shouts, vociferations, auish only one a thousand tie and bitter bafflereat desire welled up in him to see this chief of the Folk, at last--to lay eyes on this formidable, this terrible one--to stand face to face with hi, Ka-covered expanse of the plaza he saw the blue-green shie, eternal fire and the ghastly circle of the headless skeletons the Folk were drifting now Thither his captors were dragging him

And there, he knew, Kamrou awaited Beatrice and him There doom was to be dealt out to them There, and at once!

Thicker the press beca roar al babel of cries

On, on the Folk bore hied torch raised before hi this way he was carried, no longer struggling, but eager now to know the end, to meet it bravely and with calm philosophy, "as fits a ht of the rew visible Now, suddenly, he was thrust forward into a smooth and open space Silence fell

Before him he saw Kamrou, Kamrou the Terrible, at last