Yes, and the head feels all right.
Now, Doctor, hold two of the torches toward me; make ready, present, fire!" and he struck the match and applied it to the heads of the resinous torches.
Instantly these blazed up, giving an intense light in that awful darkness.

By this light, for one moment only, we saw a strange, and not unattractive spectacle.

I think I forgot to say that in the centre of this vault stood a kind of altar, which until that moment, indeed, I had not seen.

This altar, which, doubtless, had been used for ceremonial purposes at the funerals of the ancient Kings, consisted of a plain block of basalt stone, whereon was cut the symbol of a human eye, the stone being approached by steps and supported upon carved and crouching sphinxes.
On the lowest of these steps, near enough to enable us to see them quite clearly, were seated Oliver Orme and Maqueda, Child of Kings.

They were seated very close together; indeed, if I must tell the truth, Oliver's arm was about Maqueda's waist, her head rested upon his shoulder, and apparently he was engaged in kissing her upon the lips.
"Right about face," hissed the Sergeant, in a tone of command, "and mark time!" So we right-abouted for a decent period, then, coughing loudly--because of the irritant smoke of the torches--advanced to cross the cavern, and by accident stumbled upon our lost companions.