Before we had finished examining these extraordinary relics of remote antiquity, Infadoos came up, and having saluted the “Silent Ones” by lifting his spear, asked us if we intended entering the “Place of Death” at once, or if we would wait till after we had taken food at mid-day.  If we were ready to go at once, Gagool had announced her willingness to guide us.  As it was not later than eleven o’clock—­ driven to it by a burning curiosity—­we announced our intention of proceeding instantly, and I suggested that, in case we should be detained in the cave, we should take some food with us.  Accordingly Gagool’s litter was brought up, and that lady herself assisted out of it.  Meanwhile Foulata, at my request, stored some “biltong,” or dried game-flesh, together with a couple of gourds of water, in a reed basket with a hinged cover.  Straight in front of us, at a distance of some fifty paces from the backs of the Colossi, rose a sheer wall of rock, eighty feet or more in height, that gradually sloped upwards till it formed the base of the lofty snow-wreathed peak, which soared into the air three thousand feet above us.  As soon as she was clear of her hammock, Gagool cast one evil grin upon us, and then, leaning on a stick, hobbled off towards the face of this wall.  We followed her till we came to a narrow portal solidly arched that looked like the opening of a gallery of a mine.

Here Gagool was waiting for us, still with that evil grin upon her horrid face.

“Now, white men from the Stars,” she piped; “great warriors, Incubu, Bougwan, and Macumazahn the wise, are ye ready?  Behold, I am here to do the bidding of my lord the king, and to show you the store of bright stones. Ha! ha! ha!”

“We are ready,” I said.

“Good, good!  Make strong your hearts to bear what ye shall see.  Comest thou too, Infadoos, thou who didst betray thy master?”

Infadoos frowned as he answered—­

“Nay, I come not; it is not for me to enter there.  But thou, Gagool, curb thy tongue, and beware how thou dealest with my lords.  At thy hands will I require them, and if a hair of them be hurt, Gagool, be’st thou fifty times a witch, thou shalt die.  Hearest thou?”

“I hear Infadoos; I know thee, thou didst ever love big words; when thou wast a babe I remember thou didst threaten thine own mother.  That was but the other day.  But, fear not, fear not, I live only to do the bidding of the king.  I have done the bidding of many kings, Infadoos, till in the end they did mine. Ha! ha! I go to look upon their faces once more, and Twala’s also!  Come on, come on, here is the lamp,” and she drew a large gourd full of oil, and fitted with a rush wick, from under her fur cloak.

“Art thou coming, Foulata?” asked Good in his villainous Kitchen Kukuana, in which he had been improving himself under that young lady’s tuition.

“I fear, my lord,” the girl answered timidly.