Shortly after we had finished Yva appeared.  She was wonderfully quiet and gentle in her manner, calm also, and greeted all of us with much sweetness.  Of our experiences during the night she said no word to me, even when we were alone.  One difference I noticed about her, however; that she was clothed in garments such as I had never seen her wear before.  They were close fitting, save for a flowing cape, and made of some grey material, not unlike a coarse homespun or even asbestos cloth.  Still they became her very well, and when I remarked upon them, all she answered was that part of our road would be rough.  Even her feet were shod with high buskins of this grey stuff.

Presently she touched Bastin on the shoulder and said that she would speak with him apart.  They went together into one of the chambers of that dwelling and there remained for perhaps the half of an hour.  It was towards the end of this time that in the intense silence I heard a crash from the direction of the temple, as though something heavy had fallen to the rocky floor.  Bickley also heard this sound.  When the two reappeared I noticed that though still quite calm, Yva looked radiant, and, if I may say so, even more human and womanly than I had ever seen her, while Bastin also seemed very happy.

“One has strange experiences in life, yes, very strange,” he remarked, apparently addressing the air, which left me wondering to what particular experience he might refer.  Well, I thought that I could guess.

“Friends,” said Yva, “it is time for us to be going and I am your guide.  You will meet the Lord Oro at the end of your journey.  I pray you to bring those lamps of yours with you, since all the road is not lightened like this place.”

“I should like to ask,” said Bickley, “whither we go and for what object, points on which up to the present we have had no definite information.”

“We go, friend Bickley, deep into the bowels of the world, far deeper, I think, than any mortal men have gone hitherto, that is, of your race.”

“Then we shall perish of heat,” said Bickley, “for with every thousand feet the temperature rises many degrees.”

“Not so.  You will pass through a zone of heat, but so swiftly that if you hold your breath you will not suffer overmuch.  Then you will come to a place where a great draught blows which will keep you cool, and thence travel on to the end.”

“Yes, but to what end, Lady Yva?”

“That you will see for yourselves, and with it other wondrous things.”

Here some new idea seemed to strike her, and after a little hesitation she added: 

“Yet why should you go?  Oro has commanded it, it is true, but I think that at the last he will forget.  It must be decided swiftly.  There is yet time.  I can place you in safety in the sepulchre of Sleep where you found us.  Thence cross to the main island and sail away quickly in your boat out into the great sea, where I believe you will find succour.  Know that after disobeying him, you must meet Oro no more lest it should be the worse for you.  If that be your will, let us start.  What say you?”