, and when you grow old together, from time to time think kindly of
that wild man, who worshipped you while you were young and laid down his
life to save you."

Juanna listened, and tears sprang to her eyes; then of a sudden she
seized the great man's hand and kissed it.

"I am repaid, Queen," he said, "and perchance your husband will not be
jealous. Now go, and swiftly."

As he spoke a small portion of the wall fell outwards and the fierce
face of a priest appeared at the opening. With a shout Olfan lifted his
broad spear and thrust. The priest fell backwards, and just then the
captains arrived with stones and stopped the hole.

Then the three turned and fled up the mountain side, Otter driving Nam
before him with blows and curses, till at length the old man fell and
lay on his face groaning. Nor could the dwarf's blows, which were not of
the softest, force him to rise.

"Get up, you treacherous dog," said Leonard, threatening him with the
spear.

"Then you must loose my arms, Deliverer," answered the priest; "I am
very weak, and I cannot travel up this mountain with my hands bound
behind me. Surely you have nothing to fear from one aged and unarmed
man."

"Not much at present, I suppose," muttered Leonard, "though we have had
enough to fear from you in the past." And taking his knife he cut loose
the lashings.

While he did so, Juanna turned and looked behind her. Far below them
she could see the forms of Olfan and his companions standing shoulder
to shoulder, and even catch the gleams of light reflected from their
spears, for now the sun was rising. Beneath them again she saw the
grass-grown roofs of that earthly hell, the City of the People of the
Mist, and the endless plain beyond through which the river wandered like
a silver serpent. There also was the further portion of the huge wall of
the temple built by unknown hands in forgotten years, and rising
above the edge of that gap in the cliff through which she was looking,
appeared a black mass which she knew to be the head and shoulders of the
hideous colossus, on whose dizzy brow she had sat in that strange hour
when the shouting thousands thundered a welcome to her as their goddess,
and whence her most beloved friend, Francisco, had been hurled to his
cruel death.

"Oh, what I have suffered in that place!" she thought to herself. "How
have I lived through it, I wonder? And yet I have won something," and
she glanced at Leonard who was driving Nam towa