A double line of bowing forms in gorgeous raiment formed a lane that led to the steps of the throne, and as the children advanced hurriedly there came from the throne a voice very sweet and kind.
'Three children from the land where the sun never sets! Let them draw hither without fear.' In another minute they were kneeling at the throne's foot, saying, 'O Queen, live for ever!' exactly as the woman had taught them.

And a splendid dream-lady, all gold and silver and jewels and snowy drift of veils, was raising Anthea, and saying-- 'Don't be frightened, I really am SO glad you came! The land where the sun never sets! I am delighted to see you! I was getting quite too dreadfully bored for anything!' And behind Anthea the kneeling Cyril whispered in the ears of the respectful Robert-- 'Bobs, don't say anything to Panther.

It's no use upsetting her, but we didn't ask for Jane's address, and the Psammead's with her.' 'Well,' whispered Robert, 'the charm can bring them to us at any moment.
IT said so.' 'Oh, yes,' whispered Cyril, in miserable derision, 'WE'RE all right, of course.

So we are! Oh, yes! If we'd only GOT the charm.' Then Robert saw, and he murmured, 'Crikey!' at the foot of the throne of Babylon; while Cyril hoarsely whispered the plain English fact-- 'Jane's got the charm round her neck, you silly cuckoo.' 'Crikey!' Robert repeated in heart-broken undertones..