We were passing through a wide corridor that seemed to be unending.

The yellow light grew stronger.
"That light wasn't exactly the Roentgen variety," Drake interrupted my absorption in our surroundings.

"And I hope to God it's as different as it seemed.

If it's not we may be up against a lot of trouble." "More trouble than we're in ?" I asked, a trifle satirically.
"X-ray burns," he answered, "and no way to treat them in this place--if we live to want treatment," he ended grimly.
"I don't think we were subjected to their action long enough--" I began, and was silent.
The corridor had opened without warning into a place for whose immensity I have no images that are adequate.

It was a chamber that was vaster than ten score of the Great Halls of Karnac in one; great as that fabled hall in dread Amenti where Osiris sits throned between the Searcher of Hearts and the Eater of Souls, judging the jostling hosts of the newly dead.
Temple it was in its immensity, and its solemn vastness--but unlike any temple ever raised by human toil.