A flash as of moonlight striking two chrysoberyls took the madness out of her mind.

This forsaken temple was the haunt of a leopard or a tiger.
She was lost.

That magnetism which ordinarily was hers was at its nadir.

She hesitated for a second, then climbed into the empty sarcophagus, crouching low.

Strangely enough, as she did so a calm fell upon her; all the terrors of her position dropped away from her as mists from the mountain peaks.