It was more massive and about it hovered a spirit of ancientness lacking in the other spans; also its garrison was larger and at its base the tangent way was guarded by two massive structures, somewhat like blockhouses, between which it ran.

Something about it aroused in me an intense curiosity.
"Where does that road lead, Rador ?" I asked.
"To the one place above all of which I may not tell you, Goodwin," he answered.

And again I wondered.
We skimmed slowly out upon the great pier.

Far to the left was the prismatic, rainbow curtain between the Cyclopean pillars.

On the white waters graceful shells--lacustrian replicas of the Elf chariots--swam, but none was near that distant web of wonder.
"Rador--what is that ?" I asked.
"It is the Veil of the Shining One!" he answered slowly.
Was the Shining One that which we named the Dweller?
"What is the Shining One ?" I cried, eagerly.