What was it like?
I had it! It was like the corona of the sun in eclipse--that burgeoning that makes of our luminary when moon veils it an incredible blossoming of splendours in the black heavens.
And strangely, strangely, it was like the Dweller's beauty when with its dazzling spirallings and writhings it raced amid its storm of crystal bell sounds! The abyss was behind us; we had paused at the golden portals; they swung inward.

A wide corridor filled with soft light was before us, and on its threshold stood--bizarre, yellow gems gleaming, huge muzzle wide in what was evidently meant for a smile of welcome--the woman frog of the Moon Pool wall.
Lakla raised her head; swept back the silken tent of her hair and gazed at me with eyes misty from weeping.

The frog-woman crept to her side; gazed down upon Larry; spoke--_spoke_--to the Golden Girl in a swift stream of the sonorous, reverberant monosyllables; and Lakla answered her in kind.

The webbed digits swept over O'Keefe's face, felt at his heart; she shook her head and moved ahead of us up the passage.
Still borne in the litters we went on, winding, ascending until at last they were set down in a great hall carpeted with soft fragrant rushes and into which from high narrow slits streamed the crimson light from without.
I jumped over to Larry, there had been no change in his condition; still the terrifying limpness, the slow, infrequent pulsation.

Rador and Olaf--and the fever now seemed to be gone from him--came and stood beside me, silent.
"I go to the Three," said Lakla.