"But I forget--you do not know," he added.

"On your life touch not the blackness, ever.
It--" He stopped, for abruptly in the density a portal appeared; swinging out of the shadow like a picture thrown by a lantern upon a screen.
Through it was revealed a chamber filled with a soft rosy glow.

Rising from cushioned couches, a woman and a man regarded us, half leaning over a long, low table of what seemed polished jet, laden with flowers and unfamiliar fruits.
About the room--that part of it, at least, that I could see--were a few oddly shaped chairs of the same substance.

On high, silvery tripods three immense globes stood, and it was from them that the rose glow emanated.

At the side of the woman was a smaller globe whose roseate gleam was tempered by quivering waves of blue.
"Enter Rador with the strangers!" a clear, sweet voice called.
Rador bowed deeply and stood aside, motioning us to pass.