There were no windows, why should there be in a place that was full of light?
There was no ornamentation, there was nothing except black walls.

And yet the general effect was magnificent in its majestic grace.
"In this place," said Yva, and her sweet voice went whispering round the walls and the arching dome, "were buried the Kings of the Sons of Wisdom.

They lie beneath, each in his sepulchre.

Its entrance is yonder," and she pointed to what seemed to be a chapel on the right.
"Would you wish to see them ?" "Somehow I don't care to," said Bastin.

"The place is dreary enough as it is without the company of a lot of dead kings." "I should like to dissect one of them, but I suppose that would not be allowed," said Bickley.
"No," she answered.