A table, as of milky jade, was spread at one corner, but the Golden Girl was not there.

A little path ran on and up, hemmed in by the mass of verdure.

I looked at it longingly; Rador saw the glance, interpreted it, and led me up the stepped sharp slope into a rock embrasure.
Here I was above the foliage, and everywhere the view was clear.
Below me stretched the incredible bridge, with the frog people hurrying back and forth upon it.

A pinnacle at my side hid the abyss.
My eyes followed the cavern ledge.

Above it the rock rose bare, but at the ends of the semicircular strand a luxuriant vegetation began, stretching from the crimson shores back into far distances.