She is kin to Him Who Rules! How else could she shed the lightnings?
Was not the father of Iskander the god Zeus Ammon, who came to Iskander's mother in the form of a great snake?
Well?
At any rate the goddess was born--shedder of the lightnings even from her birth.

And she is as you see her.
"Cleave to your kind! Cleave to your kind!" Suddenly he shrilled.
"Better is it to be whipped by your brother than to be eaten by the tiger.

Cleave to your kind.

Look--I will show you the way to them." He sprang to his feet, clasped my wrist in one of his long hands, led me through the curtained oval into the cylindrical hall, parted the curtainings of Norhala's bedroom and pushed me within.

Over the floor he slid, still holding fast to me, and pressed against the farther wall.
An ovoid slice of the gemlike material slid aside, revealing a doorway.
I glimpsed a path, a trail, leading into a forest pallid green beneath the wan light.