In no direction could I distinguish any twinkling of lights except a single fitful flash from off the altar, where black-robed priests guarded the sacred fire or worshipped before the Puritan.

Encouraged by the darkness I crept along the outer wall, unchallenged by the skulking guard, and finally attained the upper corner.

Here I observed a second glimmer, which I instantly recognized as coming from the other great house upon the summit of the mound--that house in which I understood dwelt Queen Naladi, and where De Noyan said his wife remained prisoner.
I scarcely know what I hoped to accomplish by such a move, yet helpful circumstances are apt to develop when one attempts boldly to do his own part the best he may.

It was in blind faith I crept forward through the dry grass, drawing ever closer toward that beckoning light.

It was a long journey and a slow one, as the tribe would guard vigilantly the dwelling-place of their Queen.