CHAPTER X."WITCH! GIVE BACK MY SISTER".
How long we were within that glare I do not know; it seemed unending hours; it was of course only minutes--seconds, perhaps.

Then I was sensible of a permeating shadow, a darkness gentle and healing.
I raised my head and opened my eyes.

We were moving tranquilly, with a curious suggestion of homing leisureliness, through a soft, blue shimmering darkness.

It was as though we were drifting within some high borderland of light; a region in which that rapid vibration we call the violet was mingled with a still more rapid vibration whose quick pulsing was felt by the brain but ever fled ere that brain could register it in terms of color.

And there seemed to be a film over my sight; dazzlement from the unearthly blaze, I thought, shaking my head impatiently.
My eyes focused upon an object a little more than a foot away; my neck grew rigid, my scalp prickled while I stared, unbelieving.