Chapter twenty-one
Of the powers of a Wizard of LohTrapped... And all that ghastly catacomb of the Moder as our tomb...
“Back!” I yelled, savagely. “Out between the legs of Kranlil before that door closes!”
Scrambling, shouting, we raced desperately for the lower door. We came shooting out into the purple-draped room, and the double doors, crimson, bronze bound, groaned shut at our backs.
“But it is no use!” cried Tyfar. “We are doomed—”
“The insects are gone,” I said. “We have our lives still.”
Quienyin looked at me and shook his head.
“It is a long way—”
“Yes. But the only way, now. We must return through the Moder and make our escape the way we came in.”
We stared one at the other with frightened eyes. We knew what we had been through...
“We are a choice band,” I said. “We can
