Its slaves are only shells through which it gleams.

Death, say the Three, is the best that can come to them; yet will that be a boon great indeed." "But they have souls, _mavourneen_," Larry said to her.

"And they're alive still--in a way.

Anyhow, their souls have not gone from them." I caught a hope from his words--sceptic though I am--holding that the existence of soul has never been proved by dependable laboratory methods--for they recalled to me that when I had seen Throckmartin, Edith had been close beside him.
"It was days after his wife was taken, that the Dweller seized Throckmartin," I cried.

"How, if their wills, their life, were indeed gone, how did they find each other mid all that horde?
How did they come together in the Dweller's lair ?" "I do not know," she answered, slowly.