"Stay where you are!" he commanded. "Sheila, come over here. That's right. Now, Rakshasi--where is the Bow your brother stole from me? Speak up! Or by the gods--" But his answer did not come from the half-open lips of the Videlian princess. It came from a double source; the eyes of Sheila Aiken leaping open in sudden alarm, her cry, "_Ramey! Behind you! Look out!_"--and from a mocking voice accosting him from the chambers through which he had lately come. "You want the Bow, Lord Ramaíya? It is right here in my hands--charged and eager to speak! Would you care to hear its message?" Ramey whirled. Smiling mirthlessly, the Bow drawn to his shoulder, advancing toward him was Lord Ravana! Ramey cried, "He's bluffing, Lake! That Bow's not fueled! Rush him!" And he ducked into a crouch, leaped a step toward the overlord of Lanka. But Ravana's sharp command was not delivered in the voice of one who tries a ruse. It stopped him short, because it was strident and heavy with assurance. "_Hold!_ Another step and you die! Not only you but your companions, also!" Indecision trembled through Ramey. Then, measuring his chances, he took the path of caution. There was still a chance Ravana was pulling a fast one, but--Sheila! He must not needlessly imperil her life, or that of Lake. He stood still. But he said, "The Bow is not munitioned, Ravana. If it were you would long since have turned it against those who storm your citadel. You would not waste it upon three individuals." The grim lord of Lanka smiled at him sourly. "I have said before, Earthmen, you are clever. You are half right in your conjecture. I cannot use the Bow on those who vainly attack Lanka--and for a reason not hard to explain. So far I have been able to obtain but a minute particle of the precious element. Such a scrap would not hinder an army. But mark me well! It is more than enough to dispose of you and those others who lead the uprising. So dare not my patience! _Seshana!_" He called the name, and at the farther end of the chamber whence he had come appeared that captain whom Ramey had once met on the mainland shore. "Yes, my Lord?" "Have a crier call word to my brother, Vibhishana, and to the Gaanelian, Sugriva, skulking off Lanka's shores in a draggle-tailed navy of rafts, that I hold as prisoners not only the Lady Sheilacita but also Lord Ramaíya and the laughing one, Lakshmana. If they bring not an end to these mad hostilities within the hour, warn them these hostages die!" "Yes, Sire!" Seshana vanished. * * * * * Comprehension overwhelmed Ramey Winters, leaving a bitterness on his palate. "Then it was a trap. The unguarded doors ... the open way to these chambers...."