And then there was a sighing, a wind blew--and the stones and the flowers and the trees were not.

They were _forsvinde_--vanished! "Then Lugur, who had been laughing, grew quickly sober; for he thrust the Russian back--far back.

And soon down into the garden came tumbling the stones and the trees, but broken and shattered, and falling as though from a great height.

And Lugur said that of _this_ something they had much, for its making was a secret handed down by their own forefathers and not by the Ancient Ones.
"They feared to use it, he said, for a spark thrice as large as that he had used would have sent all that garden falling upward and might have opened a way to the outside before--he said just this--'_before we are ready to go out into it!_' "The Russian questioned much, but Lugur sent for more drink and grew merrier and threatened him, and the Russian was silent through fear.
Thereafter I listened when I could, and little more I learned, but that little enough.

_Ja!_ Lugur is hot for conquest; so Yolara and so the Council.