Up a green valley we journeyed, where every fruit grew and choirs of birds sang--up a crystal river to a cup in the hills.

And I think there was no one of us but had his mind more on the angels whom the priest had told of than on the golden kings." Raleigh had raised himself from the couch, and sat with both elbows on the table, staring hard at the speaker.

"You found them?
The gold kings ?" "We found them.

Before noon we came into a city of tombs.

Grass grew in the streets and courts, and the bronze doors hung broken on their hinges.