I waited—as it had been prearranged that I should wait at this point; and as I hung poised in a broad stretch of empty water, my army swung up and gathered. In two huge concentric circles, the men swam slowly around me, while the girls on the dolphins moved lazily back and forth above and below.
A beautiful sight, these girls—slim bodies clinging closely to the sleek backs of their graceful mounts. And Caan and Atar with their squads of sleighs holding motionless on the outskirts.
In the center of it all, Nona rode her dolphin to join me.
“We are all ready, Nemo.” And she laughed gaily; though searching her face, I could see no laughter in her solemn eyes.
I told her then to wait while I went down to the sea-bottom to locate the enemy. She nodded; and I left her.
Slowly I drove my dolphin around the circle of my men—shouting a word of encouragement here and there. I consulted a moment with Caan and Atar; waved at Nona as I passed her again, and dove my mount downward.
The ring of waiting figures above me faded into dimness and were lost. I was alone in the water.
It took but a few moments to reach the bottom; it came up to me, by optical illusion tilted vertically on end. A hundred feet above it I righted my mount.
I was over a level floor of sand, with cactus-like growths here and there. Empty; there was no sign of Maagogs.
Ahead of me, in the direction of where Gahna had once stood, I saw the shadows of a forest. I advanced toward it; and from it were emerging the first lines of the oncoming enemy.