Midnight
Well , Lugur , no matter what he held of wickedness , held also high courage . The cavern was paved with the dead-alive , the _ Akka _ carrying them out by the hundreds , casting them into the waters . Through the lane down which the Dweller had passed we went as quickly as we could , coming at last to the space where the _ coria _ waited . And not long after we swung past where the shadow had hung and hovered over the shining depths of the Midnight Pool . Upon Lakla 's insistence we passed on to the palace of Lugur , not to Yolara 's -- I do not know why , but go there then she would not . And within one of its columned rooms , maidens of the black-haired folks , the wistfulness , the fear , all gone from their sparkling eyes , served us . There came to me a huge desire to see the destruction they had told us of the Dweller 's lair ; to observe for myself whether it was not possible to make a way of entrance and to study its mysteries .