Great rocks cast up by the volcano fell splashing in the sea miles away.
'Oh, this is horrible!' cried Anthea.

'Come home, come home!' 'The end of the dream,' gasped the learned gentleman.
'Hold up the Amulet,' cried the Psammead suddenly.

The place where they stood was now crowded with men and women, and the children were strained tight against the parapet.

The turret rocked and swayed; the wave had reached the golden wall.
Jane held up the Amulet.
'Now,' cried the Psammead, 'say the word!' And as Jane said it the Psammead leaped from its bag and bit the hand of the learned gentleman.
At the same moment the boys pushed him through the arch and all followed him.
He turned to look back, and through the arch he saw nothing but a waste of waters, with above it the peak of the terrible mountain with fire raging from it.
He staggered back to his chair.
'What a ghastly dream!' he gasped.

'Oh, you're here, my--er--dears.