The Thing began again its murmurings⁠—now infinitely caressing, coaxing⁠—like the song of a siren from some witched star! And the bell-sounds rang out⁠—compellingly, calling⁠—calling⁠—calling⁠—

I saw Olaf lean far out of his place; saw, half-consciously, at Lugur’s signal, three of the dwarfs creep in and take places, unnoticed, behind him.

Now the first of the figures rushed upon the dais⁠—and paused. It was the girl who had been brought before Yolara when the gnome named Songar was driven into the nothingness! With all the quickness of light a spiral of the Shining One stretched out and encircled her.