Other light there was none, save for a faint blue glow from the
steel eye of Tharagavverug that peered restlessly about it from the
hilt of Sacnoth. Heavily in the chamber hung the clammy odour of a
large and deadly beast.

Leothric moved forward slowly with the blade of Sacnoth in
front of him feeling for a foe, and the eye in the hilt of it looking
out behind.

Nothing stirred.

If anything lurked behind the pillars of the colonnade that held
aloft the roof, it neither breathed nor moved.

The music of the magical musicians sounded from very near.

Suddenly the great doors on the far side of the chamber opened to
left and right. For some moments Leothric saw nothing move, and
waited clutching Sacnoth. Then Wong Bongerok came towards him,
breathing.

This was the last and faithfullest guard of Gaznak, and came from
slobbering just now his master's hand.

More as a child than a dragon was Gaznak wont to treat him, giving
him often in his fingers tender pieces of man all smoking from his
table.

Long and low was Wong Bongerok, and subtle about the eyes, and he