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darkness. Yet strangely the passage I had just vacated was still illuminated by my flashlight. As though
through a glass wall I saw the Ooth jump and grasp at emptiness.

Then I heard a cry that shook me to the marrow. A human cryтАФsounding as though it came from the
lips of a woman.
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The relationship between master and pupil was subtly changing.

Fratulon continued more and more to be amazed by AtlanтАЩs progress. It was often just little things that
elicited the teacherтАЩs silent appreciation and admiration, but even when Atlan made decisions concerning
matters of minor importance he demonstrated that each of his actions was the result of careful
deliberation, at the same time being able to make up his mind in a hurry.

Fratulon recognized the fact that AtlanтАЩs basic education and training had come to an end and that he
could no longer import anything new to him. Now Atlan would have to put his knowledge to practical
use. Out of his successes or failures would come the further lessons of his life ahead.

And Atlan learned so swiftly that Fratulon could only admire him in silent wonderment. All of which
enabled the master to lay aside his role of teacher, more and more. Gradually he could bring into
emergence the actual relationship between them: he was AtlanтАЩs loyal and devoted servantтАж



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тАЬSilence! There are Zagors here!тАЭ someone whispered to me, and I recognized the voice of Fratulon.

I experienced an unutterable relief at having found old Sawbones again. Actually it was he who had
found me and pulled me into his hiding place, but just now it was a moot point.

Ice Claw removed his hard, cold hand from my mouth and turned off the flashlight that I was still
hanging onto. I was incapacitated from my surprise.

тАЬWh-whereтАжтАЭ I started to say, but Fratulon shushed me to silence.

It was only then that I had a chance to look about in my new surroundings. I found myself in a giant
cavern. Behind me was a wall that appeared to swallow up all light that impinged upon it. Over me
arched a great vaulted ceiling that I seemed to sense rather than see, because it, too, appeared to be
composed of the same sort of absolutely dark material. In spite of this there was a pleasant and
shadowless illumination here which seemed to come from no particular source yet appeared to emerge
from everywhere.

The large chamber had the appearance of an auditorium or an arena, tapering downward toward the
centre in a basin-like formation. Instead of rows of seats in the circle, however, there were a number of
convex elevations and hump-shaped rises on which there were various protuberances. Hunching and