Each had its little garrison of soldiers.

Through some of the openings a rivulet of the green obsidian river passed.

These were roadways to the farther country, to the land of the ladala, Rador told me; adding that none of the lesser folk could cross into the pavilioned city unless summoned or with pass.
We turned the bend of the road and flew down that farther emerald ribbon we had seen from the great oval.

Before us rose the shining cliffs and the lake.

A half-mile, perhaps, from these the last of the bridges flung itself.