"For we are of those who built the cities.

But this gateway in the rock--where is it ?" "After we passed, it closed upon us; nor could we after find trace of it," answered Marakinoff.
The incredulity that had shown upon the face of the green dwarf fell upon theirs; on Lugur's it was clouded with furious anger.
He turned to Rador.
"I could find no opening, lord," said the green dwarf quickly.
And there was so fierce a fire in the eyes of Lugur as he swung back upon us that O'Keefe's hand slipped stealthily down toward his pistol.
"Best it is to speak truth to Yolara, priestess of the Shining One, and to Lugur, the Voice," he cried menacingly.
"It is the truth," I interposed.

"We came down the passage.

At its end was a carved vine, a vine of five flowers"-- the fire died from the red dwarf's eyes, and I could have sworn to a swift pallor.

"I rested a hand upon these flowers, and a door opened.