They came out glowing like living fires, and for a moment I thrilled with a sense of reverence.

Surely these were no common stones which held in them the very heart of hell.

Clutching them tightly, I climbed down to Laputa.
At the sight of the great Snake he gave a cry of rapture.

Tearing it from me, he held it at arm's length, his face lit with a passionate joy.

He kissed it, he raised it to the sky; nay, he was on his knees before it.