As Sanoma Tora crossed the room listlessly toward a stool which stood before the toilet bench, her back was toward me and I dropped the robe of invisibility from about me.
"Sanoma Tora!" I said in a low voice.
Startled, she turned toward me. "Hadron of Hastor!" she exclaimed; "or am I dreaming?"
"You are not dreaming, Sanoma Tora. It is Hadron of Hastor."
"Why are you here? How did you get here? It is impossible. No men but Tul Axtar are permitted upon this level."
"Here I am, Sanoma Tora, and I have come to take you back to Helium—if you wish to return."
"Oh, name of my first ancestor, if I could but hope," she cried.
"You may hope, Sanoma Tora," I assured her. "I am here and I can take you back."
"I cannot believe it," she said. "I cannot imagine how you gained entrance here. It is madness to think that two of us could leave without being detected."
I threw the cloak about me. "Where are you, Tan Hadron? What has become of you? What has happened?" cried Sanoma Tora.