Soon drifted into sight the figure that was Stanton.

Far away he was--on the gigantic wall.

But still I could see the shining spirals whirling jubilantly around and through him; felt rather than saw his tranced face beneath the seven moons.

A swirl of crystal notes, and he had passed.

And all the time, as though from some opened well of light, the courtyard gleamed and sent out silver fires that dimmed the moonrays, yet seemed strangely to be a part of them.
"At last the moon neared the horizon.