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. The walls are solid,
smooth, and much higher than they appeared from below.
Each is topped with an array of spikes resembling the
bristling spears of a rank of soldiers. The towers that flank
the gate are tall, and I sense the presence of watchful eyes
observing me and my escort. When I asked him about this,
however, Erasmoth assured me that the place is empty.
The gates themselves are impressive doors made of
pure silver. Even to my untrained eye, the aura of power
protecting them is visible; a hazy and ominous film sparkles
from the metal, bidding the unwary or uninitiated to remain
at bay.
"We may now enter," Erasmoth announced.
The great gates swung soundlessly open, revealing a
courtyard of dazzling white stone, with a beautiful fountain
splashing just beyond the gate. The wondrous sight infused
me with joy of discovery. We shall enter at once.
I hasten to close, Your Grace, with the hope that you
will hear from me soon with the proof that our poor people
have so long been seeking!
*****
I resume:
I begin with the presumption that the enchanted globe
performs its task and carries this information to you.
Without that, all my labors shall have been spent in vain.
I return to the moment when the portals of silver spread
wide, and I followed my host beneath the tall archway. The
high priestess Kassandry walked at my side, her step light,
eyes shining. She did not speak, and her attitude toward me
remained distant.
The courtyard was filled with flowers, blazing with
color
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