We moved, pausing at the very base of the dais. The sparkling mists thinned; the great heads bent slightly over us; through the veils I caught a glimpse of huge columnar necks, enormous shoulders covered with draperies as of pale-blue fire. I came back to attention with a start, for Lakla was answering a question only heard by her, and, answering it aloud, I perceived for our benefit; for whatever was the mode of communication between those whose handmaiden she was, and her, it was clearly independent of speech. "He has been told," she said, "even as you commanded." Did I see a shadow of pain flit across the flickering eyes? Wondering, I glanced at Lakla's face and there was a dawn of foreboding and bewilderment. For a little she held her listening attitude; then the gaze of the Three left her; focused upon the O'Keefe. "Thus speak the Silent Ones--through Lakla, their handmaiden," the golden voice was like low trumpet notes. "At the threshold of doom is that world of yours above. Yea, even the doom, Goodwin, that ye dreamed and the shadow of which, looking into your mind they see, say the Three. For not upon earth and never upon earth can man find means to destroy the Shining One." She listened again--and the foreboding deepened to an amazed fear. "They say, the Silent Ones," she went on, "that they know not whether even they have power to destroy. Energies we know nothing of entered into its shaping and are part of it; and still other energies it has gathered to itself"--she paused; a shadow of puzzlement crept into her voice "and other energies still, forces that ye _do_ know and symbolize by certain names--hatred and pride and lust and many others which are forces real as that hidden in the _Keth_; and among them--fear, which weakens all those others--" Again she paused. "But within it is nothing of that greatest of all, that which can make powerless all the evil others, that which we call--love," she ended softly. "I'd like to be the one to put a little more _fear_ in the beast," whispered Larry to me, grimly in our own English. The three weird heads bent, ever so slightly--and I gasped, and Larry grew a little white as Lakla nodded-- "They say, Larry," she said, "that there you touch one side of the heart of the matter--for it is through the way of fear the Silent Ones hope to strike at the very life of the Shining One!" The visage Larry turned to me was eloquent of wonder; and mine reflected it--for what _really_ were this Three to whom our minds were but open pages, so easily read? Not long could we conjecture; Lakla broke the little silence.