Red light flashed out above the throne. Through the room a cry rose and mounted, wordless, fearful. The fires of Mider flamed up in glaring brilliance and cloaked Elak!
"Through the room a cry rose and mounted, wordless, fearful."
They hid him in a twisting crimson pall. They swirled about him, blazing with hot radiance.
They swept into a strange, fantastic shape—a coiling silhouette that grew steadily more distinct.
A dragon of flame coiled itself about Elak!
And suddenly it was gone. Lycon was gasping oaths. The others were milling about in a confused mob. Dalan stood motionless, smiling slightly.