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He remembered still the screaed into the boiling pool What if this fate should sohts of Beatrice obtruded; and, despite himself, he felt the clutch of terror at his heart

He put it resolutely away, however, for he realized that all depended now on htest weakness h of the barbarian psychology to know the value of dominance And with a command to Vreenya: "Make way for h the lane which the crowding Folk made for him

As, followed by the councillor and the elders, he clih the labyrinthine passes of the great gate, strange emotions stirred him

The scene was still the same as when he first had witnessed it Still flared the torches in the hands of the populace and along the walls, where, perched on the very ledge of the one-tie waterfowl still blinked their ghostly eyes

No change was to be witnessed in the enclosure, the huts, the wide plaza, stretching away to the cliff, to the fire-pit, and the Dungeon of Skeletons But still how different was it all!

Only too clearly he remembered the first time he and Beatrice had been thrust into this weird community, bound and captive; with only too vivid distinctness he recalled the frightful indignities, perils and hardships inflicted on them

The absence of the kindly patriarch saddened him; and, too, the fact that now no Beatrice ith him there

Sloearily, hehouse, unutterably loneso that now acclaiirl, at least, was far from the buried town of such hard ways and latent perils

At the door of the round, conical stone hut that had been Ka as he could hold the chieftainship by sheer force of will and power--he paused a

"Peace to you, h "Soon I shall tell you reat is

"When I have slept I shall speak with you Now I go to rest Await ht his attention, a sinister and, brutal face, doubly olare He knew theironsmith, one who in other days had before now crossed his will and, dog-like, snarled as much as he had dared Now a peculiarly malevolent expression lay upon the evil countenance The dead-white skin wrinkled evilly; the pink eyes glea malice