And within these alcoves were gathered, score upon score, the elfin beauties, the dwarfish men of the fair-haired folk.

At my right, a few feet from the opening through which we had come, a passageway led back between the fretted stalls.

Half-way between us and the massive base of the amphitheatre a dais rose.

Up the platform to it a wide ramp ascended; and on ramp and dais and along the centre of the gleaming platform down to where it kissed the white waters, a broad ribbon of the radiant flowers lay like a fairy carpet.
On one side of this dais, meshed in a silken web that hid no line or curve of her sweet body, white flesh gleaming through its folds, stood Yolara; and opposite her, crowned with a circlet of flashing blue stones, his mighty body stark bare, was Lugur! O'Keefe drew a long breath; Rador touched my arm and, still dazed, I let myself be drawn into the aisle and through a corridor that ran behind the alcoves.

At the back of one of these the green dwarf paused, opened a door, and motioned us within.
Entering, I found that we were exactly opposite where the ramp ran up to the dais--and that Yolara was not more than fifty feet away.