He watched while Kyphallos came in with Jadgor now and approached the dais. Then, attracted by other trumpets, he turned toward the stair. As before, Naia stood there with Gaya by her side. Yet now she was not the same. Then she had been radiant in gold and purple. Now she stood simply clad in white. White was her robe, edged in silver; white were her sandals and white the plumes which rose above her hair. Kyphallos and Jadgor waited while the guests took their seats. Lakkon advanced to meet the two women on the stairs, gave his hand to his daughter and turned to descend. Another figure appeared. It was Magur, the priest, robed in blue, accompanied by two young boys, each bearing a silver goblet on a tray of the same metal. He advanced and met Naia and Lakkon as they reached the foot of the stairs. "Who comes?" his voice rang out. "A maid who would pledge herself and her life to a youth, O Prince of Zitu," Lakkon replied. "The youth is present?" Magur went on with the ritualistic form. "Aye. He stands yonder with Aphur's king," Lakkon declared. "Who sponsors this woman at this time?" Magur spoke again. "I--King of Aphur--brother of her who gave her life," Jadgor's voice boomed forth. "Come then," Magur said. The party advanced again across the crystal floor. They joined Kyphallos and the king. They ascended the dais and stood before the assembled guests, who rose. Magur spoke anew. "Naia of Aphur--thou woman--being woman sister of Ga, and hence a priestess of that shrine of life which is eternal, and guardian of the fire of life which is eternal, is it your intent to pledge thyself to this man of Cathur who stands now at thy side?" While Croft watched, Naia's lips moved. "Aye," came her response into the ensuing silence. "Myself I pledge to him." "And thou, Kyphallos of Cathur, do you accept this pledge and with it the woman herself, to make her in the fulness of time thy bride to cherish her and cause her to live as a glory to the name of woman to whom all men may justly give respect?" "Aye. So I pledge, by Zitu, and Azil, Giver of Life," said Cathur's prince. "Then take ye this, maid of Aphur." Magur drew from his robe a looped silver cross and pressed it into her hands. "Hold it and guard it; look upon is at the symbol of that life eternal which through you shall be kept eternal, and which taken from the hands of Azil the Angel shall be transmuted within thee into the life of men." Turning, he took two goblets and poured wine from one to the other and back. One he extended to Naia and one to Cathur's prince. "Drink," he said. "Let these symbolize thy two bodies, the life of which shall be united from this time on in purpose. Drink, and may Zitu bless ye in that union which comes by his intent." Cathur raised his goblet. "I drink of thee deeply," he spoke, addressing Naia. "And of thee I drink," she made answer, and set the wine to her lips.