I won't try to describe it, because the drawing shows it, exactly as it was, and exactly as the old Babylonians carved it on their stones, so that you can see it in our own British Museum at this day.

I will just say that it had eagle's wings and an eagle's head and the body of a man.
It came towards them, strong and unspeakably horrible.
'Oh, go away,' cried Anthea; but Cyril cried, 'No; stay!' The creature hesitated, then bowed low before them on the damp floor of the dungeon.
'Speak,' it said, in a harsh, grating voice like large rusty keys being turned in locks.

'The servant of the Great Ones is YOUR servant.

What is your need that you call on the name of Nisroch ?' 'We want to go home,' said Robert.
'No, no,' cried Anthea; 'we want to be where Jane is.' Nisroch raised his great arm and pointed at the wall of the dungeon.
And, as he pointed, the wall disappeared, and instead of the damp, green, rocky surface, there shone and glowed a room with rich hangings of red silk embroidered with golden water-lilies, with cushioned couches and great mirrors of polished steel; and in it was the Queen, and before her, on a red pillow, sat the Psammead, its fur hunched up in an irritated, discontented way.

On a blue-covered couch lay Jane fast asleep.
'Walk forward without fear,' said Nisroch.