Try as I would I could not see them--nor Stanton and the northern woman named Thora who had been the first of that tragic party to be taken by the Dweller.
"Throckmartin!" I cried again, despairingly.

My tears blinded me.
I felt Lakla's light touch.
"Steady," she commanded, pitifully.

"Steady, Goodwin.

You cannot help them--now! Steady and--watch!" Below us the Shining One had paused--spiralling, swirling, vibrant with all its transcendent, devilish beauty; had paused and was contemplating us.

Now I could see clearly that nucleus, that core shot through with flashing veins of radiance, that ever-shifting shape of glory through the shroudings of shimmering, misty plumes, throbbing lacy opalescences, vaporous spirallings of prismatic phantom fires.
Steady over it hung the seven little moons of amethyst, of saffron, of emerald and azure and silver, of rose of life and moon white.