The Rajah's Fortress — page 254: what you’re looking at

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THE RAJAH’S FORTRESS. ZA1 themselves from the shadows. The entire frontage, rising proudly to a height of fifty feet, was sculp- tured with quaint and curious carvings, somewhat similar to the hieroglyphics on an Egyptian obelisk, and from their scarred and weather-worn appear- ance were doubtless the work of the great Mogok or his predecessors. Floating its ghastly folds over the summit was planted the black flag. These details Forbes observed while Dalo as- cended the steps and passed through the outer gates and the heavy doors. He was gone but a brief time, and then reappearing, he made a motion to the guards, and two powerful fellows took Forbes by each arm and led him quietly up the steps. He walked with a firm stride, and reaching the platform, he turned and looked across the valley at the great mountains fading in thetwilight. His eyes were dim with unshed tears when he turned away for he felt he had looked his last on nature. Then the brazen gates opened with a clang, they crossed the dark vestibule, passed through the heavy doors that swung apart to receive them and entered a dismal passage about six feet wide, with bare stone walls and ceiling. No dungeon ever looked more gloomy and forbidding. Hurried along by his guards, Forbes turned first to the left and then to the right, and halted before a massive stone door built in the rock. The corri- dor was lit by a small bronze lamp that shed a COLUM 1OOO SS co