"Tyre, Tyre for ever! It's Tyre that rules the waves." I steer her straight for the Dragon rocks, and we go down for our city, as brave men should.

The creeping cowards who follow shall go down as slaves--and slaves they shall be to us--when we live again.

Tyre, Tyre for ever!' A great shout went up, and the slaves below joined in it.
'Quick, the Amulet,' cried Anthea, and held it up.

Rekh-mara held up the one he had snatched from Pheles.

The word was spoken, and the two great arches grew on the plunging ship in the shrieking wind under the dark sky.