"As it shrank multitudes of the fleeing people were led through Moon Pool Chamber and carried here. They were what now are called the _ladala_, and they were given place and set to work; and they thrived. Came many of the fair-haired; and they were given dwellings. They sat beside the evil _Taithu_; they became drunk even as they with the dancing of the Shining One; they learned--not all; only a little part but little enough--of their arts. And ever the Shining One danced more gaily out there within the black amphitheatre; grew ever stronger--and ever the hordes of its slaves behind the Veil increased. "Nor did the _Taithu_ who clung to the old ways check this--they could not. By the sinking of the land above, their own spaces were imperilled. All of their strength and all of their wisdom it took to keep this land from perishing; nor had they help from those others mad for the poison of the Shining One; and they had no time to deal with them nor the earth race with whom they had foregathered. "At last came a slow, vast flood. It rolled even to the bases of the walled islets of the city of the gods--and within these now were all that were left of my people on earth face. "I am of those people," she paused, looking at me proudly, "one of the daughters of the sun king whose seed is still alive in the _ladala_!" As Larry opened his mouth to speak she waved a silencing hand. "This tide did not recede," she went on. "And after a time the remnant, the moon king leading them, joined those who had already fled below. The rocks became still, the quakings ceased, and now those Ancient Ones who had been labouring could take breath. And anger grew within them as they looked upon the work of their evil kin. Again they sought the Three--and the Three now knew what they had done and their pride was humbled. They would not slay the Shining One themselves, for still they loved it; but they instructed these others how to undo their work; how also they might destroy the evil _Taithu_ were it necessary. "Armed with the wisdom of the Three they went forth--but now the Shining One was strong indeed. They could not slay it! "Nay, it knew and was prepared; they could not even pass beyond its Veil nor seal its abode. Ah, strong, strong, mighty of will, full of craft and cunning had the Shining One become. So they turned upon their kind who had gone astray and made them perish, to the last. The Shining One came not to the aid of its servants--though they called; for within its will was the thought that they were of no further use to it; that it would rest awhile and dance with them--who had so little of the power and wisdom of its _Taithu_ and therefore no reins upon it. And while this was happening black-haired and fair-haired ran and hid and were but shaking vessels of terror.