Sinon, eager now in the development of his son's remarkable plan, furnished parchment and brushes with a square of color, something like India ink, and Croft set to work during the remainder of the trip. He had assembled more than one motor in his day, and after deciding upon his type of construction he immediately went to work. At the end of four days, while the galley was mounting the Na toward the gates of Himyra, he finished the first drafting of parts, and was ready for Jadgor the king. Yet he did not go to Jadgor first, when once he has stepped ashore. "Wait here," he requested Sinon. "After a time I shall return." "Hold, my son," Sinon objected at once. "What have you in mind?" "To see the priest of Zitu without delay," Croft replied without evasion. "Shall Jadgor not give ear, if the priest of Zitu asks?" "And the priest?" Sinon asked. "I carry a message to him from Abbu of Scira." Croft held up the tablets that Abbu had inscribed. "My son!" Sinon gave him a glance of admiration. "Go, and Zitu go with you. We shall wait for you here." Croft nodded and left. He had purposely had the galley moored as near the Palace as he might. Now he rapidly made his way to the bridge across the Na, and along it to the middle span. And there he paused and gazed about him, at the palace, the pyramid, the vista of the terraced stream. This was Himyra--this was the home of Naia. Today he stood here unheralded and unknown. Yet he stood there because of the dominant spirit which was his, which had dared all to stand there, and--it should not be long until all Himyra--all Tamarizia knew of Jasor of Nodhur, as he surely must be known. * * * * * He went on across the bridge and approached the pyramid. It lifted its vast pile above him. He found an inclined way and began to mount. After a considerable time he reached the top and entered the temple itself. The huge statue of Zitu sat there as he had seen it in his former state. Now almost without volition he bent his knees before it. After all, it stood for the One Eternal Source. He gave it reverence as such. A voice spoke to him as he knelt. He rose and confronted a priest. "Who art thou?" the latter asked, advancing toward him. "How come you here at no hour appointed for prayer?" Croft smiled and held forth the tablets he had brought. The priest took them, unbound them, and looked at the salutation. His interest quickened. "Ye come from Scira?" he said. "Aye. Carrying these tablets from the good Abbu, as you see." The priest considered. "Come," he said again at last, and led the way back of the statue to the head of a descending stair. Together they went down, along the worn tread of stone steps, turning here and there, until at length they came into a lofty apartment where sat a man in robes of an azure blue.