been permitted to win her spurs. For the threatening cutlas was caught in mid air by a huge bare hand, wrenched from its owner’s grasp, and returned point first into the assailant’s breast. And Milo’s deep voice rang in her ear:

“Step into the passage, Sultana, and swiftly. Have a care for the body on the floor, but tarry not. To pause is to die!”

She felt herself drawn inside, the battle seemed to leave her isolated, the passage was as still as a cloister after the turmoil outside, and she stumbled along in the dim red glow, barely avoiding tripping over a body on the floor which a glance showed her to be a corpse. This was the man who had tried to crush back the rock door on Milo.

Dolores spurned the body with her foot,