'It is not lawful for me to enter.

I will await your return here.' He told them what they ought to say, and the five people from Fitzroy Street took hands and went forward.

The golden gates slowly opened.
'We are the children of the Sun,' said Cyril, as he had been told, 'and our High Priest, at least that's what the Captain calls him.

We have a different name for him at home.' 'What is his name ?' asked a white-robed man who stood in the doorway with his arms extended.
'Ji-jimmy,' replied Cyril, and he hesitated as Anthea had done.
It really did seem to be taking a great liberty with so learned a gentleman.

'And we have come to speak with your Kings in the Temple of Poseidon--does that word sound right ?' he whispered anxiously.
'Quite,' said the learned gentleman.