The stone worn by the thern who confronted us was of about the same size as that which I had seen before; an inch in diameter I should say. It scintillated nine different and distinct rays; the seven primary colours of our earthly prism and the two rays which are unknown upon Earth, but whose wondrous beauty is indescribable. 

 As the thern saw us his eyes narrowed to two nasty slits. 

 “Stop!” he cried. “What means this, Thuvia?” 

 For answer the girl raised her revolver and fired point-blank at him. Without a sound he sank to the earth, dead. 

 “Beast!” she hissed. “After all these years I am at last revenged.” 

 Then as she turned toward me, evidently with a word of explanation on her lips, her eyes suddenly widened as they rested upon me, and with a little exclamation she started toward me. 

 “O Prince,” she cried, “Fate is indeed kind to us. The way is still difficult, but through this vile thing upon the floor we may yet win to the outer world. Notest thou not the remarkable resemblance between this Holy Thern and thyself?” 

 The man was indeed of my precise stature, nor were his eyes and features unlike mine; but his hair was a mass of flowing yellow locks, like those of the two I had killed, while mine is black and close cropped. 

 “What of the resemblance?” I asked the girl Thuvia. “Do you wish me with my black, short hair to pose as a yellow-haired priest of this infernal cult?” 

 She smiled, and for answer approached the body of the man she had slain, and kneeling beside it removed the circlet of gold from the forehead, and then to my utter amazement lifted the entire scalp bodily from the corpse’s head. 

 Rising, she advanced to my side and placing the yellow wig over my black hair, crowned me with the golden circlet set with the magnificent gem. 

 “Now don his harness, Prince,” she said, “and you may pass where you will in the realms of the therns, for Sator Throg was a Holy Thern of the Tenth Cycle, and mighty among his kind.” 

 As I stooped to the dead man to do her bidding I noted that not a hair grew upon his head, which was quite as bald as an egg. 

 “They are all thus from birth,” explained Thuvia noting my surprise. “The race from which they sprang were crowned 

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