All his strength was in his hands.

He would have screamed but he had no breath.
He shot into a blinding light that made him grip the tighter.

He recognised the great passage with the running ways, the hanging lights and interlacing girders.

They rushed upward and by him.

He had a momentary impression of a great round mouth yawning to swallow him up.
He was in the dark again, falling, falling, gripping with aching hands, and behold! a clap of sound, a burst of light, and he was in a brightly lit hall with a roaring multitude of people beneath his feet.