came
to Druga that this mansion must be a singularly pleasant place to live.
He cast about for some means of lifting himself across the space of
nothingness that separated the dull earth and the shining plane of the
disk. So near to the delightful power that drew, and yet so impossible
to get nearer because of the nothingness between him and the disk, Druga
at last rode on beneath and on to the very center of the shining
darkness beneath the great disk.

Now he was truly at the pole and dynamic source of female magnetic
attraction! Shaking in every fibre with the blasting force of the
terrific center of this universal power, Druga stood, a moth caught up
in a whirlpool too great to understand or withstand; and he would have
died there after a time, unable to move from the spot.

But overhead the great disk suddenly showed a light, a beam of ruby red
that laddered down to him through the golden murk of energy, and above
that beam of ruby light he made out a shining form that beckoned to him.
Trying to answer the invitation, Druga put out a hand to the red beacon
and found it solid to his touch, a rod of crystal, thick as a man's body
and with hand-holds and foot-steps hewn into it. He got off the horse
and ascended the weird ladder toward the shining being who beckoned.

A woman divinely tall and with hair like ripened wheat, modelled of
hammered sunlight, her glowing flesh surcharged with the infinite female
energies of the Universal Pole, met him at the topmost step of the
ladder.

He stepped out into the halls of the mansion by her side, unable to
speak with the ecstasy that poured from her. For such was the nature of
that disk, that it concentrated the magnetic flow of the Pole field so
that it emanated solely from the body of this woman.

She drew a robe of the purest blue about her glowing body, to insulate
and screen off the terrific irresistible force. His mind speculated
constantly and intriguingly on what would happen to him if she should
desire him and cast off this protective robe?

* * * * *

So thinking, Druga walked beside her vital beauty, noting the deep
lagoons of her eyes upon him, curious, blue as the sea, shaded by long
lashes of dusky amber shielding from him some deep wisdom that she must
keep from him just yet. Try as he might he could not plumb the swirling
depths within her mind. Reach as he would he could find there nothing to
read but pictured vastnesses