"The priestess of the Shining One does not altogether trust the Shining One's Voice," he said at last. "And these are to guard against any sudden--errors. And fear not, Goodwin," he went on kindly. "Not for the Shining One itself would Yolara see harm come to _Larree_ here--nor, because of him, to you. But I would not stake much on the great white one. And for him I am sorry, for him I do like well." "Is he to be with us?" asked Larry eagerly. "He is to be where we go," replied the dwarf soberly. Grimly Larry reached down and drew from his uniform his automatic. He popped a fresh clip into the pocket fold of his girdle. The pistol he slung high up beneath his arm-pit. The green dwarf looked at the weapon curiously. O'Keefe tapped it. "This," said Larry, "slays quicker than the _Keth_--I take it so no harm shall come to the blue-eyed one whose name is Olaf. If I should raise it--be you not in its way, Rador!" he added significantly. The dwarf nodded again, his eyes sparkling. He thrust a hand out to both of us. "A change comes," he said. "What it is I know not, nor how it will fall. But this remember--Rador is more friend to you than you yet can know. And now let us go!" he ended abruptly. He led us, not through the entrance, but into a sloping passage ending in a blind wall; touched a symbol graven there, and it opened, precisely as had the rosy barrier of the Moon Pool Chamber. And, just as there, but far smaller, was a passage end, a low curved wall facing a shaft not black as had been that abode of living darkness, but faintly luminescent. Rador leaned over the wall. The mechanism clicked and started; the door swung shut; the sides of the car slipped into place, and we swept swiftly down the passage; overhead the wind whistled. In a few moments the moving platform began to slow down. It stopped in a closed chamber no larger than itself. Rador drew his poniard and struck twice upon the wall with its hilt. Immediately a panel moved away, revealing a space filled with faint, misty blue radiance. And at each side of the open portal stood four of the dwarfish men, grey-headed, old, clad in flowing garments of white, each pointing toward us a short silver rod. Rador drew from his girdle a ring and held it out to the first dwarf. He examined it, handed it to the one beside him, and not until each had inspected the ring did they lower their curious weapons; containers of that terrific energy they called the _Keth_, I thought; and later was to know that I had been right. We stepped out; the doors closed behind us. The place was weird enough. Its pave was a greenish-blue stone resembling lapis lazuli. On each side were high pedestals holding carved figures of the same material. There were perhaps a score of these, but in the mistiness I could not make out their outlines. A droning, rushing roar beat upon our ears; filled the whole cavern. "I smell the sea," said Larry suddenly.