Tara of Helium rose from the pile of silks and soft furs upon which she had beenreclining, stretched her lithe body languidly, and crossed toward the center of theroom, where, above a large table, a bronze disc depended from the low ceiling. Hercarriage was that of health and physical perfection-the effortless harmony offaultless coordination. A scarf of silken gossamer crossing over one shoulder waswrapped about her body; her black hair was piled high upon her head. With awooden stick she tapped upon the bronze disc, lightly, and presently the summonswas answered by a slave girl, who entered, smiling, to be greeted similarly by hermistress."Are my father's guests arriving?" asked the princess."Yes, Tara of Helium, they come," replied the slave. "I have seen Kantos Kan, Overlord of the Navy, and Prince Soran of Ptarth, and Djor Kantos, son of KantosKan," she shot a roguish glance at her mistress as she mentioned Djor Kantos'name, "and-oh, there were others, many have come.