My head swam with the mirage motion, I closed my eyes.
"Look," Drake was shaking me.

"Look.

What do you make of that ?" Half a mile ahead the pillars stopped at the edge of a shimmering, quivering curtain of green luminescence.

High, high up past the pale gilt suns its smooth folds ran, into the golden amber mist that canopied the columns.
In its sparkling was more than a hint of the dancing corpuscles of the aurora; it was, indeed, as though woven of the auroral rays.

And all about it played shifting, tremulous shadows formed by the merging of the golden light with the curtain's emerald gleaming.
Up to its base swept the cube that bore Ruth and Norhala--and stopped.
From it leaped the woman, and drew Ruth down beside her, then turned and gestured toward us.
That upon which we rode drew close.