Other loongs appeared; Ting Tsun imagined that he must be approaching their lair. He prayed that his arm might be strong.
With another scream the dragon folded his wings and dropped lightly upon a silvery plain. The journey was done—the moon under foot.
The dragon King ruled in a subterranean palace. The entrance was merely a shining smooth hole, but the interior was luxury itself, with brocaded tapestries and jade floorings and translucent moonstone ceilings. In the throne room knelt Ting Tsun before the King—for he still played the part of a maiden. He knelt as if seeking mercy.
"Her beauty is not what I expected," growled the King. "Take her away. Perhaps another day she will seem fairer. Let her food be sesame and coriander seeds. Ugh. What a clumsy walk."
Prince Ting Tsun sat on a couch, turning in his mind a plan by which to vanquish his captors. The stillness was dissolved by a music of moving silks. A smiling damsel bowed before His Highness.
