But Anazeh looked like an ancient king entering into his own.

Surely there was never another man who could stride so majestically and seem so conscious of his own ability to override all law.
We passed under the shadowy arch and down a cool stone passage to yet another heavy door that barred our way.

Anazeh thundered on it with his rifle-butt, for there were no attendants there to do his bidding.

There was no answer.

Only a murmur of voices within.