"They call it, don't they, the Lost Venice of the Pacific ?" "Look at this map," said Throckmartin.

"That," he went on, "is Christian's chart of Metalanim harbour and the Nan-Matal.

Do you see the rectangles marked Nan-Tauach ?" "Yes," I said.
"There," he said, "under those walls is the Moon Pool and the seven gleaming lights that raise the Dweller in the Pool, and the altar and shrine of the Dweller.

And there in the Moon Pool with it lie Edith and Stanton and Thora." "The Dweller in the Moon Pool ?" I repeated half-incredulously.
"The Thing you saw," said Throckmartin solemnly.
A solid sheet of rain swept the ports, and the Southern Queen began to roll on the rising swells.

Throckmartin drew another deep breath of relief, and drawing aside a curtain peered out into the night.