If we pass these two roads safely, then is the way to the Crimson Sea clear, nor need we fear Lugur nor any.

And there is another thing--that Lugur does not know--when he opens the Portal the Silent Ones will hear and Lakla and the _Akka_ will be swift to greet its opener." "Rador," I asked, "how know _you_ all this ?" "The handmaiden is my own sister's child," he answered quietly.
O'Keefe drew a long breath.
"Uncle," he remarked casually in English, "meet the man who's going to be your nephew!" And thereafter he never addressed the green dwarf except by the avuncular title, which Rador, humorously enough, apparently conceived to be one of respectful endearment.
For me a light broke.

Plain now was the reason for his foreknowledge of Lakla's appearance at the feast where Larry had so narrowly escaped Yolara's spells; plain the determining factor that had cast his lot with ours, and my confidence, despite his discourse of mysterious perils, experienced a remarkable quickening.
Speculation as to the marked differences in pigmentation and appearance of niece and uncle was dissipated by my consciousness that we were now moving in a dim half-light.

We were in a fairly wide tunnel.

Not far ahead the gleam filtered, pale yellow like sunlight sifting through the leaves of autumn poplars.