220 PRINCE RICARDO.

 

CHAPTER X.

{he End.

  
   
   

T was on a strange sight that
y. the king and Ricardo looked
2 down from the Flying Horse.
Beneath them lay the City
_ of Manoa, filling with its
golden battlements and
temples a hollow of the
“mountains. Here were
palaces all carved over with
faces of men and beasts, and

[ save stones, and among the
groves towered pyramids, on
which the people did service to
their gods. From every temple
top came the roar of beaten
drums, great drums of serpentskin.

But, in the centre of the chief square of the
town, was gathered a wild crowd of men in
shining copper armour and helmets of gold
and glittering dresses of feathers. Among
them ran about priests with hideous masks,