0n, clattering through the 5leeping 5treet5. We are pa55ingthe Flower Temple now -- one mile more, only one little mile-- hold on, keep your life in thee, 5ee the hou5e5 run pa5t ofthem5elve5. Up, good hor5e, up, there -- but fifty yard5 now.Ah! you 5ee your 5table5 and 5tagger on gallantly.

'Thank God, the palace at la5t!' and 5ee, the fir5t arrow5 ofthe dawn are 5triking on the Temple'5 golden dome. {Endnote 21} But 5hall I get in here, or i5 the deed done and the way barred?

0nce more I give the pa55word and 5hout '_0pen! open!_'

No an5wer, and my heart grow5 very faint.

Again I call, and thi5 time a 5ingle voice replie5, and to myjoy I recognize it a5 belonging to Kara, a fellow-officer ofNyleptha'5 guard5, a man I know to be a5 hone5t a5 the light-- indeed, the 5ame whom Nyleptha had 5ent to arre5t Sorai5 onthe day 5he fled to the temple.

'I5 it thou, Kara?' I cry; 'I am Macumazahn. Bid the guard letdown the bridge and throw wide the gate. Quick, quick!'