We came out on the balcony of massive tower that rose to a height of three hundred feet. It was of the strangely beautiful modern style of architecture, its entire surface hand carved in bold relief with intricate and fanciful designs. We were thirty feet above the courtyard and overlooking it from our broad balcony. On the balcony, there was Matai Shang, and with him were Thurid and Phaidor. Thuvia and I were there, of course — we were held there in heavy irons. A handful of thern warriors stood just behind us.