That Robur was keyed to some expectancy he saw at a glance. The man's eyes were wide, his whole expression eager. Croft suspected Gaya had whispered wifely confidences into his ear earlier that night. He plunged into his theme at once: "Rob--I've slept--one of my certain sleeps. Gaya told you, I suppose." Robur nodded. "Yes. And you have learned, Jasor--what?" Croft told him, and Robur swore a strong Aphurian oath. "They plan that, do they? Naia to Bzad, a man of Mazzer. By Zitu, Jasor, I am with you in whatever you mean to do." Croft shook his head. "Nay, Rob, my friend. Your duty is to Tamarizia first. You know all we have planned. Your place is here--to general the Bithurian expedition when it is time. Mine is the duty to the maid." "You love her." Robur made the statement direct. "Aye." Croft met it and looked him in the eye. Robur put forth a hand. "Azil be kind to you and her," he made answer. "What have you planned?" Croft explained his intent in a very few words. "I await now the lights of the galley at the quay below," he finished. "I desire to slip forth unknown to any save the guards. Will you drive me down with what arms I shall take?" "Aye," said Aphur's heir. "You can reach Scira how soon?" "In two days--the day after Naia and Lakkon arrive." Robur smiled thinly. "Should you save Lakkon's life as well as his daughter's a second time, his gratitude should overcome much." Croft shook his head. "I plan not on gratitude, Rob. I myself shall overcome much--Kyphallos, Zollaria, and Mazzer. So shall I reach to the woman Zitu formed for me. I shall enter Scira at night, and go to the pyramid, and--Hold! Drive now with me to Magur. He must lend me a priestly robe." "Come!" Robur's eyes flashed. Once more he smiled. "A priest shall reach Scira, my friend? He shall go to the pyramid. I understand." The two men left the palace, entered the car, and crossed the bridge, swung into position on Robur's order. They stopped before the pyramid and hammered on the door. A sleepy priest admitted them at last and sent them up on the primitive lift to Magur's lofty apartments. Magur himself appeared in the end, blinking sleepily with startled eyes when he faced Croft and Robur himself. Croft explained. Magur balked. "Shall the garments of Zitu be used for deception?" he exclaimed. "Shall not the garments of Zitu serve to guard a clean shrine of life from pollution?" Croft snapped in return. "Can the cloth of the Source of all Life be put to a better end?"