"But they did that in Ireland even before Dalua piped away his first man's shadow.

And in Goodwin's land they make ships--coria that go on water--so you can pass by them and see only sea and sky; and those water coria are each of them many times greater than this whole palace of yours." But the priestess laughed on.
"It did get me a little," whispered Larry.

"That wasn't quite up to my mark.

But God! If we could find that trick out and take it back with us!" "Not so, Larree!" Yolara gasped, through her laughter.

"Not so! Goodwin's cry betrayed you!" Her good humour had entirely returned; she was like a mischievous child pleased over some successful trick; and like a child she cried--"I'll show you!"-- signalled again; whispered to the maid who, quickly returning, laid before her a long metal case.