AsitfellOrocaughtitbythehilt，and，rising，waveditintriumph。
　　"Ithankthee，Godofmypeoplefromthebeginning，"hecried。
　　"Thouhastgiventome，thylastservant，thineownswordandI
　　willuseitwell。Fortheseworshippersofthinewhohavefallen，thoushalthaveothers，yes，allthosewhodwellinthenewworldthatistobe。Mydaughterandthemanwhomshehaschosentobethefatherofthekingsoftheearth，andwithhimhiscompanions，shallbethefirstofthehundredsofmillionsthataretofollow，fortheyshallkissthyfeetorperish。Thoushaltsetthyfootuponthenecksofallothergods；thoushaltruleandthoualone，and，asofold，Orobethyminister。"
　　Stillholdingthesword，heflunghimselfdownasthoughinanecstasy，andwassilent。
　　"Ireadtheomenotherwise，"whisperedYva。"TheworshippersofFateareoverthrown。Hisswordofpowerisfallen，butnotintothehandsthatclaspedit，andhetottersonhisthrone。A
　　greaterGodassertsdominionoftheworldandthisFateisbuthisinstrument。"
　　Ororoseagain。
　　"Oneprayermore，"hecried。"Givemelife，longlife，thatI
　　mayexecutethydecrees。BywordorgestureshowmeasignthatI
　　shallbesatisfiedwithlife，ayearforeveryyearthatIhavelived，ortwain！"
　　Hewaited，staringabouthim，butnotokencame；theidoldidnotspeakorbowitshead，asYvahadtoldmeitwaswonttodoinsignofacceptedprayer，how，sheknewnot。OnlyIthoughtI
　　heardtheechoofOro’scriesruninawhisperofmockeryroundthesoaringdome。
　　OncemoreOroflunghimselfuponhiskneesandbegantoprayinaveritableagony。
　　"Godofmyforefathers，Godofmylostpeople，Iwillhidenaughtfromthee，"hesaid。"Iwhofearnothingelse，feardeath。
　　Thepriest—foolyonderwithhisnewfaith，hasspokenblunderingwordsofjudgmentanddamnationwhich，thoughIdonotbelievethem，yetstickinmyheartlikearrows。Iwillstampouthisfaith，andwiththisancientswordofthinedrivebackthenewgodsintothedarknesswhencetheycame。YetwhatifsomewaterofTruthflowsthroughthechannelofhisleadenlips，andwhatifbecauseIhaveruledandwillruleasthoudidstdecree，therefore，insomedimplaceofsouls，ImustbeartheseburdensofterrorandofdoomwhichIhavebounduponthebacksofothers！Nay，itcannotbe，forwhatpoweristhereinalltheuniversethatdarestomakeaslaveofOroandtoafflicthimwithstripes？
　　"Yetthiscanbeandmayhapwillbe，thatpresentlyIlosemypathinthewaysofeverlastingdarkness，andbecomestrengthlessandforgottenasarethosewhowentbeforeme，whilemycrownofPowershinesonyoungerbrows。Alas！Igrowold，sinceaeonsofsleephavenotrenewedmystrength。MytimeisshortandyetI
　　wouldnotdieasmortalsmust。Oh！Godofmypeople，whomIhaveservedsowell，savemefromthedeathIdread。ForIwouldnotdie。Givemeasign；givemetheancient，sacredsign！"
　　Sohespoke，liftinghisproudandsplendidheadandwatchingthestatuewithwide，expectanteyes。
　　"Thoudostnotanswer，"hecriedagain。"Wouldstthoudesertme，Fate？ThenbewarelestIsetupsomenewgodagainsttheeandhurltheefromthineimmemorialthrone。WhileIliveIstillhavepowers，Iwhoamthelastofthyworshippers，sinceitseemsthatmydaughterturnsherbackonthee。Iwillgetmetothesepulchreofthekingsandtakecounselwiththedustofthatwizardwhofirsttaughtmewisdom。Evenfromthedepthsofdeathhemustcometomycallcladinamockeryoflife，andcomfortme。AlittlewhileyetIwillwait，andifthouanswernot，thenFate，soonI’lltearthesceptrefromthyhand，andthoushaltjointhecompanyofdeadgods。"Andthrowingasidethesword，againOrolaiddownhisheaduponthegroundandstretchedouthisarmsinthelastabasementofsupplication。
　　"Come，"whisperedYva，"whilethereisyettime。Presentlyhewillseekthisplacetodescendtothesepulchre，andifhelearnsthatwehavereadhisheartandknowhimforacowarddesertedofhisoutworngod，surelyhewillblotusout。Come，andbeswiftandsilent。"
　　Wecreptoutofthechapel，Yvaleading，andalongthecircleofthegreatdometillwereachedthegates。HereIglancedbackandperceivedthatOro，lookingunutterablysmallinthatvastness，lookinglikeadeadman，stilllayoutstretchedbeforethestern—faced，unansweringEffigywhich，withallhiswisdom，hebelievedtobelivinganddivine。Perhapsonceitwas，butifsoitsstarhadsetforever，likethoseofAmon，JupiterandBaal，andhewasitslastworshipper。
　　Nowweweresafe，butstillwespedontillwereachedtheporticoofoursleepingplace。ThenYvaturnedandspoke。
　　"Itishorrible，"shesaid，"andmysoulsickens。Oh，IthanktheStrengthwhichmadeitthatIhavenodesiretoruletheearth，and，beinginnocentofdeath，donotfeartodieandcrosshisthreshold。"
　　"Yes，itishorrible，"Ianswered。"Yetallmenfeardeath。"
　　"Notwhentheyhavefoundlove，Humphrey，forthatIthinkishistruename，and，withitwrittenonhisbrow，hestandsupontheneckofFatewhoisstillmyfather’sgod。"
　　"Thenheisnotyours，Yva？"
　　"Nay。Onceitwasso，butnowIrejecthim；heisnolongermine。AsOrothreatens，andperchancedaredoinhisrage，Ihavebrokenhischain，thoughinanotherfashion。Askmenomore；
　　perhapsonedayyouwilllearnthepathItrodtofreedom。"
　　ThenbeforeIcouldspeak，shewentoff：
　　"Restnow，forwithinafewhoursImustcometoleadyouandyourcompanionstoaterribleplace。Yetwhateveryoumayseeorhear，benotafraid，Humphrey，forIthinkthatOro’sgodhasnopoweroveryou，strongthoughhewas，andthatOro’splanswillfail，whileI，whotoohaveknowledge，shallfindstrengthtosavetheworld。"
　　Thenofasudden，onceagainshegrewsplendid，almostdivine；
　　nomoreawomanbutasitwereanangel。Somefireofpurepurposeseemedtoburnupinherandtoshineoutofhereyes。
　　Yetshesaidlittle。Onlythisindeed：
　　"Toeveryone，Ithink，therecomesthemomentofopportunitywhenchoicemustbemadebetweenwhatisgreatandwhatissmall，betweenselfanditsdesiresandthegoodofotherwanderersintheway。Thisdaythatmomentmaydrawneartoyouorme，andifso，surelyweshallgreetitwell。SuchisBastin’slesson，whichIhavestriventolearn。"
　　Thensheflungherarmsaboutmeandkissedmeonthebrowasamothermight，andwasgone。
　　Strangelyenough，perhapsbecauseofmymentalexhaustion，forwhatIhadpassedthroughseemedtooverwhelmmesothatIcouldnolongersomuchasthinkwithclearness，evenafterallthatI
　　havedescribedIsleptlikeachildandawokerefreshedandwell。
　　Ilookedatmywatchtofindthatitwasnoweighto’clockinthemorninginthishorribleplacewheretherewasneithermorn，nornoon，nornight，butonlyaneternalbrightnessthatcameI
　　knewnotwhence，andneverlearned。
　　IfoundthatIwasalone，sinceBickleyandBastinhadgonetofillourbottleswiththeLife—water。Presentlytheyreturnedandweatealittle；withthatwatertodrinkonedidnotneedmuchfood。Itwasasomewhatsilentmeal，forourcircumstanceswereacheckontalk；moreover，Ithoughtthattheotherslookedatmeratheroddly。Perhapstheyguessedsomethingofmymidnightvisittothetemple，butifsotheythoughtitwisesttosaynothing。
　　NordidIenlightenthem。
　　ShortlyafterwehadfinishedYvaappeared。Shewaswonderfullyquietandgentleinhermanner，calmalso，andgreetedallofuswithmuchsweetness。Ofourexperiencesduringthenightshesaidnowordtome，evenwhenwewerealone。OnedifferenceInoticedabouther，however；thatshewasclothedingarmentssuchasI
　　hadneverseenherwearbefore。Theywereclosefitting，saveforaflowingcape，andmadeofsomegreymaterial，notunlikeacoarsehomespunorevenasbestoscloth。Stilltheybecameherverywell，andwhenIremarkeduponthem，allsheansweredwasthatpartofourroadwouldberough。Evenherfeetwereshodwithhighbuskinsofthisgreystuff。
　　PresentlyshetouchedBastinontheshoulderandsaidthatshewouldspeakwithhimapart。Theywenttogetherintooneofthechambersofthatdwellingandthereremainedforperhapsthehalfofanhour。ItwastowardstheendofthistimethatintheintensesilenceIheardacrashfromthedirectionofthetemple，asthoughsomethingheavyhadfallentotherockyfloor。Bickleyalsoheardthissound。WhenthetworeappearedInoticedthatthoughstillquitecalm，Yvalookedradiant，and，ifImaysayso，evenmorehumanandwomanlythanIhadeverseenher，whileBastinalsoseemedveryhappy。
　　"Onehasstrangeexperiencesinlife，yes，verystrange，"heremarked，apparentlyaddressingtheair，whichleftmewonderingtowhatparticularexperiencehemightrefer。Well，IthoughtthatIcouldguess。
　　"Friends，"saidYva，"itistimeforustobegoingandIamyourguide。YouwillmeettheLordOroattheendofyourjourney。Iprayyoutobringthoselampsofyourswithyou，sincealltheroadisnotlightenedlikethisplace。"
　　"Ishouldliketoask，"saidBickley，"whitherwegoandforwhatobject，pointsonwhichuptothepresentwehavehadnodefiniteinformation。"
　　"Wego，friendBickley，deepintothebowelsoftheworld，fardeeper，Ithink，thananymortalmenhavegonehitherto，thatis，ofyourrace。"
　　"Thenweshallperishofheat，"saidBickley，"forwitheverythousandfeetthetemperaturerisesmanydegrees。"
　　"Notso。Youwillpassthroughazoneofheat，butsoswiftlythatifyouholdyourbreathyouwillnotsufferovermuch。Thenyouwillcometoaplacewhereagreatdraughtblowswhichwillkeepyoucool，andthencetravelontotheend。"
　　"Yes，buttowhatend，LadyYva？"
　　"Thatyouwillseeforyourselves，andwithitotherwondrousthings。"
　　Heresomenewideaseemedtostrikeher，andafteralittlehesitationsheadded：
　　"Yetwhyshouldyougo？Orohascommandedit，itistrue，butI
　　thinkthatatthelasthewillforget。Itmustbedecidedswiftly。Thereisyettime。IcanplaceyouinsafetyinthesepulchreofSleepwhereyoufoundus。Thencecrosstothemainislandandsailawayquicklyinyourboatoutintothegreatsea，whereIbelieveyouwillfindsuccour。Knowthatafterdisobeyinghim，youmustmeetOronomorelestitshouldbetheworseforyou。Ifthatbeyourwill，letusstart。Whatsayyou？"
　　Shelookedatme。
　　"Isay，Yva，thatIamwillingtogoifyoucomewithus。Nototherwise。"
　　"Isay，"saidBickley，"thatIwanttoseeallthissupernaturalrubbishthoroughlyexploded，andthatthereforeI
　　shouldprefertogoonwiththebusiness。"
　　"AndIsay，"saidBastin，"thatmymostearnestdesireistobeclearofthewholething，whichweariesandperplexesmemorethanIcantell。OnlyIamnotgoingtorunaway，unlessyouthinkitdesirabletodosotoo，LadyYva。IwantyoutounderstandthatIamnotintheleastafraidoftheLordOro，anddonotforonemomentbelievethathewillbeallowedtobringaboutdisastertotheworld，asIunderstandishiswickedobject。ThereforeonthewholeIamindifferentandquitepreparedtoacceptanydecisionatwhichtherestofyoumayarrive。"
　　"Beitunderstood，"saidYvawithalittlesmilewhenBastinhadfinishedhissermonette，"thatImustjoinmyfatherinthebowelsoftheearthforareasonwhichwillbemadeplainafterwards。Therefore，ifyougowepart，asIthinktomeetnomore。Stillmyadviceisthatyoushouldgo。"*
　　（*ItisfortunatethatwedidnotacceptYva’soffer。Hadwedonesoweshouldhavefoundourselvesshutin，andperished，asshallbetold。腍。A。）
　　Tothisouronlyanswerwastoattendtothelightingofourlampsandthedisposalofoursmallimpedimenta，suchasourtinsofoilandwaterbottles。Yvanotedthisandlaughedoutright。
　　"CouragedidnotdiewiththeSonsofWisdom，"shesaid。
　　Thenwesetout，YvawalkingaheadofusandTommyfriskingatherside。
　　Ourroadledusthroughthetemple。AswepassedthegreatgatesIstarted，forthere，inthecentreofthatgloriousbuilding，Iperceivedachange。ThestatueofFatewasnomore！
　　ItlaybrokenuponthepavementamongthosefragmentsofitstwoworshipperswhichIhadseenshakendownsomehoursbefore。
　　"Whatdoesthismean？"IwhisperedtoYva。"Ihavefeltnootherearthquake。"
　　"Idonotknow，"sheanswered，"orifIknowImaynotsay。Yetlearnthatnogodcanliveonwithoutasingleworshipper，and，inafashion，thatidolwasalive，thoughthisyouwillnotbelieve。"
　　"Howveryremarkable，"saidBastin，contemplatingtheruin。"IfIweresuperstitious，whichIamnot，Ishouldsaythatthisoccurrencewasanomenindicatingthefinalfallofafalsegod。
　　Atanyrateitisdeadnow，andIwonderwhatcausedit？"
　　"Ifeltanearthtremorlastnight，"saidBickley，"thoughitisoddthatitshouldonlyhaveaffectedthisparticularstatue。
　　Athousandpities，foritwasawonderfulworkofart。"
　　ThenIrememberedandremindedBickleyofthecrashwhichwehadheardwhileYvaandBastinwereabsentonsomesecretbusinessinthechamber。
　　Walkingthelengthofthegreatchurch，ifsoitcouldbecalled，wecametoanapseattheheadofitwhere，haditbeenChristian，thealtarwouldhavestood。Inthisapsewasalittleopendoorthroughwhichwepassed。Beyonditlayaspaceofroughrockthatlookedasthoughithadbeenpartiallypreparedfortheerectionofbuildingsandthenabandoned。Allthisspacewaslighted，however，liketherestoftheCityofNyo，andinthesamemysteriousway。LedbyYva，wethreadedourpathbetweentheroughstones，followingasteepdownwardslope。Thuswewalkedforperhapshalfamile，tillatlengthwecametothemouthofahugepitthatmust，Iimagine，havelainquiteathousandfeetbelowthelevelofthetemple。
　　Ilookedovertheedgeofthispitandshrankbackterrified。
　　Itseemedtobebottomless。Moreover，agreatwindrushedupitwitharoaringsoundliketothatofanangrysea。Orratherthereweretwowinds，perhapsdraughtswouldbeabetterterm，ifImayapplyittoanairmovementofsofierceandterribleanature。Oneoftheserushedupthepit，andonerusheddown。Oritmayhavebeenthattheuprushalternatedwiththedownrush。
　　Reallyitisimpossibletosay。
　　"Whatisthisplace？"Iasked，clingingtotheothersandshrinkingbackinalarmfromitssheeredgeandbottomlessdepth，forthatthiswasenormouswecouldseebytheshaftoflightwhichfloweddownwardsfartherthantheeyecouldfollow。
　　"Itisaventupanddownwhichairpassesfromandtothecentralhollowsoftheearth，"Yvaanswered。"Doubtlessinthebeginningthroughittravelledthatmightyforcewhichblewoutthesecavesintheheatedrocks，asthecraftsmanblowsoutglass。"
　　"Iunderstand，"saidBastin。"Justlikeoneblowsoutabubbleonapipe，onlyonalargerscale。Well，itisveryinteresting，butIhaveseenenoughofit。AlsoIamafraidofbeingblownaway。"
　　"Ifearthatyoumustseemore，"answeredYvawithasmile，"sinceweareabouttodescendthispit。"
　　"Doyoumeanthatwearetogodownthathole，andifso，how？
　　Idon’tseeanylift，ormovingstaircase，oranythingofthatsort。"
　　"Easilyandsafelyenough，Bastin。See。"
　　Asshespokeagreatflatrockofthesizeofasmallroomappeared，borneupwards，asIsuppose，bytheterrificdraughtwhichroaredpastusonitsupwardcourse。Whenitreachedthelipoftheshaft，ithungalittlewhile，thenmovedacrossandbegantodescendwithsuchincredibleswiftnessthatinafewsecondsithadvanishedfromview。
　　"Oh！"saidBastin，withhiseyesalmoststartingoutofhishead，"that’sthelift，isit？Well，ItellyouatonceIdon’tlikethelookofthething。Itgivesmethecreeps。Supposeittilted。"
　　"Itdoesnottilt，"answeredYva，stillsmiling。"Itellyou，Bastin，thatthereisnaughttofear。Onlyyesterday，Irodethisrockandreturnedunharmed。"
　　"Thatisallverywell，LadyYva，butyoumayknowhowtobalanceit；alsowhentogetonandoff。"
　　"Ifyouareafraid，Bastin，remainhereuntilyourcompanionsreturn。They，Ithink，willmakethejourney。"
　　BickleyandIintimatedthatwewould，thoughtotellthetruth，iflessfrankwewerequiteasalarmedasBastin。
　　"No，I’llcometoo。Isupposeonemayaswelldiethiswayasanyother，andifanythingweretohappentothemandIwereleftalone，itwouldbeworsestill。"
　　"Thenbeprepared，"saidYva，"forpresentlythisair—chariotofourswillreturn。Whenitappearsandhangsupontheedge，stepontoitandthrowyourselvesuponyourfacesandallwillbewell。Atthefootoftheshaftthemotionlessenstillitalmoststops，anditiseasytospring，orevencrawltothefirmearth。"
　　ThenshestoopeddownandliftedTommywhowassniffingsuspiciouslyattheedgeofthepit，hislongearsblownstraightabovehishead，holdinghimbeneathherleftarmandunderhercloak，thathemightnotseeandbefrightened。
　　Wewaitedawhileinsilence，perhapsforfiveorsixminutes，amongthemostdisagreeable，Ithink，thatIeverpassed。Thenfardowninthebrightnessbelowappearedablackspeckthatseemedtogrowinsizeasitrushedupwards。
　　"Itcomes，"saidYva。"PrepareanddoasIdo。Donotspring，orrun，lestyoushouldgotoofar。Stepgentlyontotherockandtoitscentre，andthereliedown。Trustinme，allofyou。"
　　"There’snothingelsetodo，"groanedBastin。
　　Thegreatstoneappearedand，asbefore，hungattheedgeofthepit。Yvasteppedontoitquietly，asshedidso，catchingholdofmywristwithherdisengagedhand。Ifollowedherfeelingverysick，andpromptlysatdown。ThencameBickleywiththeairofthevirtuousheroofaromancewalkingapirate’splank，andalsosatdown。OnlyBastinhesitateduntilthestonebegantomoveaway。Thenwithanejaculationof"Heregoes！"hejumpedovertheinterveningcrackofspaceandlandedinthemiddleofuslikeasackofcoal。HadInotbeenseatedreallyIthinkhewouldhaveknockedmeofftherock。Asitwas，withonehandhegrippedmebythebeardandwiththeothergraspedYva’srobe，ofneitherofwhichwouldheleavegoforquitealongtime，althoughweforcedhimontohisface。Thelanternwhichheheldflewfromhisgraspanddescendedtheshaftonitsownaccount。
　　"Yousillyfool！"exclaimedBickleywhoseperturbationshoweditselfinanger。"Theregoesoneofourlamps。"
　　"Hangthelamp！"mutteredtheprostrateBastin。"Weshan’twantitinHeaven，ortheotherplaceeither。"
　　NowthestonewhichhadquiveredalittlebeneaththeimpactofBastin，steadieditselfagainandwithaslowandmajesticmovementsailedtotheothersideofthegulf。Thereitfelttheforceofgravity，orperhapstheweightofthereturningairpressedonit，whichIdonotknow。Atanyrateitbegantofall，slowlyatfirst，thenmoreswiftly，andafterwardsatanincrediblepace，sothatinafewsecondsthemouthofthepitaboveusgrewsmallandpresentlyvanishedquiteaway。IlookedupatYvawhowasstandingcomposedlyinthemidstofourprostrateshapes。Shebentdownandcalledinmyear：
　　"Alliswell。Theheatbegins，butitwillnotendureforlong。"
　　InoddedandglancedovertheedgeofthestoneatBastin’slanternwhichwassailingalongsideofus，tillpresentlywepassedit。Bastinhadlititbeforewestarted，Ithinkinamomentofaberration，anditburnedforquitealongwhile，showinglikeastarwhentheshaftgrewdarkerasitdidbydegrees，acircumstancethattestifiestotheexcellenceofthemake，whichisoneadvertisednottogooutinanywind。Notthatwefeltwind，orevendraught，perhapsbecauseweweretravellingwithit。
　　Thenweenteredtheheatzone。Aboutthistherewasnodoubt，fortheperspirationburstoutallovermeandtheburningairscorchedmylungs。AlsoTommythrusthisheadfrombeneaththecloakwithhistonguehangingoutandhismouthwideopen。
　　"Holdyourbreaths！"criedYva，andweobeyeduntilwenearlyburst。AtleastIdid，butwhathappenedtotheothersIdonotknow。
　　Fortunatelyitwassoonoverandtheairbegantogrowcoolagain。Bynowwehadtravelledanenormousdistance，itseemedtobemilesonmiles，andInoticedthatourterrificspeedwasslackening，alsothattheshaftgrewmorenarrow，tillatlengththerewereonlyafewfeetbetweentheedgeofthestoneanditswalls。Theresultofthis，orsoIsupposed，wasthatthecompressedairactedasabuffer，lesseningourmomentum，tillatlengththehugestonemovedbutveryslowly。
　　"Bereadytofollowme，"criedYvaagain，andwerosetoourfeet，thatis，BickleyandIdid，butpoorBastinwassemi—
　　comatose。ThestonestoppedandYvasprangfromittoarockplatformlevelwithwhichitlay。Wefollowed，draggingBastinbetweenus。Aswedidsosomethinghitmegentlyonthehead。ItwasBastin’slamp，whichIseized。
　　"Wearesafe。Sitdownandrest，"saidYva，leadingusafewpacesaway。
　　Weobeyedandpresentlybythedimlightsawthestonebegintostiragain，thistimeupwards。Inanothertwentysecondsitwasawayonitsnever—endingjourney。
　　"Doesitalwaysgoonlikethat？"saidBastin，sittingupandstaringafterit。
　　"Tensofthousandsofyearsagoitwasjourneyingthus，andtensofthousandsofyearshenceitwillstillbejourneying，orsoIthink，"shereplied。"Whynot，sincethestrengthofthedraughtneverchangesandthereisnothingtowearitexcepttheair？"
　　Somehowthevisionofthishugestone，firstloosedandsetinmotionbyheavenknowswhatagency，travellingfromaeontoaeonupanddownthatshaftinobediencetosomelawIdidnotunderstand，impressedmyimaginationlikeanightmare。IndeedI
　　oftendreamofittothisday。
　　Ilookedaboutme。Wewereinsomecavernousplacethatcouldbebutdimlyseen，forherethelightthatfloweddowntheshaftfromtheuppercaveswhereitwasmysteriouslycreated，scarcelyshone，andoftenindeedwasentirelycutoff，whentheever—
　　journeyingstonewasinthenarrowestpartsofthepassage。I
　　couldsee，however，thatthiscavernstretchedawaybothtorightandleftofus，whileIfeltthatfromtheleft，aswesatfacingtheshaft，theredrewdownastrongblastoffreshairwhichsuggestedthatsomewhere，howeverfaraway，itmustopenontotheupperworld。Fortherestitsbottomandwallsseemedtobesmoothasthoughtheyhadbeenplanedinthepastagesbytheactionofcosmicforces。Bickleynoticedthisthefirstandpointeditouttome。Wehadlittletimetoobserve，however，forpresentlyYvasaid：
　　"Ifyouarerested，friends，Iprayyoulightthoselampsofyours，sincewemustwalkawhileindarkness。"
　　Wedidandstarted，stilltravellingdownhill。YvawalkedaheadwithmeandTommywhoseemedsomewhatdepressedandclungclosetoourheels。Theothertwofollowed，arguingstrenuouslyaboutI
　　knownotwhat。Itwastheirwayofworkingoffirritationandalarms。
　　IaskedYvawhatwasabouttohappen，foragreatfearoppressedme。
　　"Iamnotsure，Beloved，"sheansweredinasweetandgentlevoice，"whodonotknowallOro’ssecrets，butasIthink，greatthings。Wearenowdeepinthebowelsoftheworld，andpresently，perhaps，youwillseesomeofitsmightyforceswhereofyourignorantraceshavenoknowledge，doingtheireverlastingwork。"