“This is the place,” she said, and my heart leapt at her words. “Now let us land and follow our fortune.”
So when the boat was tied up at sunset, to the west bank of the river, as it happened, we bade farewell to the owner and went ashore.
“Whither now?” asked Martina.
“To the figures of stone,” I answered.
So she led me through fields in which the corn was growing, to the edge of the desert, meeting no man all the way. Then for a mile or more we tramped through sand, till at length, late at night, Martina halted.
“We stand beneath the statues,” she said, “and they are awesome to look on; mighty, seated kings, higher than a tall tree.”
“What lies behind them?” I asked.
“The ruins of a great temple.”
“Lead me to that temple.”
So we passed through a gateway into a court, and there we halted.