I tried often to measure this difference, but
could never do so to my entire satisfaction. The closest I can come to
it is to say that an hour of our time is the equivalent of an hour and
five-eighths in Muria. For further information upon this matter of
relativity the reader may consult any of the numerous books upon the
subject.--W. T. G.
"Yes, that is true," she said. "How came you here?"
Again it was Marakinoff who answered--slowly, considering every word.
"In the world above," he said, "there are ruins of cities not built by
any of those who now dwell there. To us these places called, and we
sought for knowledge of the wise ones who made them. We found a
passageway. The way led us downward to a door in yonder cliff, and
through it we came here."
"Then have you found what you sought?" spoke she. "For we are of
those who built the cities. But this gateway in the rock--where is
it?"
"After we passed, it closed upon us; nor could we after find trace of
it," answered Marakinoff.
The incredulity that had shown upon the face of the green dwarf fell
upon theirs; on Lugur's it was clouded with furious anger.
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