“I will.”
By some means a pitch torch was lighted and in its glare Max saw the horrible cave to which he had been removed by some unknown hands.
Skeletons and mummies, rude stone sarcophagi, and blocks of red granite in endless confusion.
But in the circle of light made by the torch he saw—
A girl.
She was not what the fashionable world would call lovely.
Her skin was dark, her hair was black as a raven’s wing.
Over her dark tresses a silver band encircled her head, almost like a halo of glory.
Her limbs were bare to the knees, but round each ankle was a massive band of silver similar to those she wore on each arm above the elbow.
Her dress was of a gauzy tissue and Max could scarcely believe but that it was a phantasm of the mind which was before him, and not a living entity.