And now we were through, floating on a little open space of shadow-filled water.

Before us lifted the gateway of Nan-Tauach, gigantic, broken, incredibly old; shattered portals through which had passed men and women of earth's dawn; old with a weight of years that pressed leadenly upon the eyes that looked upon it, and yet was in some curious indefinable way--menacingly defiant.
Beyond the gate, back from the portals, stretched a flight of enormous basalt slabs, a giant's stairway indeed; and from each side of it marched the high walls that were the Dweller's pathway.

None of us spoke as we grounded the boat and dragged it upon a half-submerged pier.

And when we did speak it was in whispers.
"What next ?" asked Larry.
"I think we ought to take a look around," I replied in the same low tones.

"We'll climb the wall here and take a flash about.