But there still remain three-and-twenty vacant places to be filled." For a long minute, the eyes of the Master and of Bara Miyan met, in silence, with the torch-flare glinting strange lights from them.

Then the Olema spoke.
"Hast thou seen enough ?" demanded he.
"Mine eyes are filled." "And dost thou still ask rewards of gold ?" "Nay, it is as I have already told thee; let the cut jewels of the Caliph el Walid suffice!" "It is well spoken.

Let us descend." In silence, again, they left the gruesome gallery and went down the stairway with the Olema's torch leaving vague, fantastic wreaths of odorous smoke curling up along the polished, dull-yellow slant of the pyramid.

Back on the floor again, the Master said to his men: "This pyramid is filled with skulls of men who have tried to carry gold from El Barr.

For the present, we must dismiss gold from our minds.