brother, and the face of the boy Umslopogaas and the face of Nada, my

daughter, and then for the first time I knew that Umslopogaas was not

Now I turned in my vision, and looked at that bank of the river on

which I stood. Then I saw that behind the bank was a cliff, mighty and

black, and in the cliff were doors of ivory, and through them came

light and the sound of laughter; there were other doors also, black as

though fashioned of coal, and through them came darkness and the

sounds of groans. I saw also that in front of the doors was set a