But the passage itself they left open--having foreknowledge I think, of a thing that was to come to pass in the far future--perhaps it was your journey here, my Larry and Goodwin--verily I think so.

And they destroyed all the ways save that which we three trod to the Dweller's abode.
"For the last time they went to the Three--to pass sentence upon them.
This was the doom--that here they should remain, alone, among the _Akka_, served by them, until that time dawned when they would have will to destroy the evil they had created--and even now--loved; nor might they seek death, nor follow their judges until this had come to pass.

This was the doom they put upon the Three for the wickedness that had sprung from their pride, and they strengthened it with their arts that it might not be broken.
"Then they passed--to a far land they had chosen where the Shining One could not go, beyond the Black Precipices of Doul, a green land--" "Ireland!" interrupted Larry, with conviction, "I knew it." "Since then time upon time had passed," she went on, unheeding.

"The people called this place Muria after their sunken land and soon they forgot where had been the passage the _Taithu_ had sealed.

The moon king became the Voice of the Dweller and always with the Voice is a woman of the moon king's kin who is its priestess.
"And many have been the journeys upward of the Shining One, through the Moon Pool--returning with still others in its coils.
"And now again has it grown restless, longing for the wider spaces.
It has spoken to Yolara and to Lugur even as it did to the dead _Taithu_, promising them dominion.