"Of course it's gold! And we--are the first white men in all the world to look on it--the Golden City of Jannati Shahr!" Stupefaction overcame the Flying Legion.

The sight of this perfectly incredible city, which even yet--despite its obvious character--they could not believe as reality, for a little while deprived all the observers of coherent thought.
Like men in a daze, they stood watching the far-distant mass of walls, buildings, towers, battlements all agleam with the unmistakable sheen of pure metal.

The human mind, confronted by such a phenomenon, fails to react, and for a while lies inert, stunned, prostrate.
"Gold ?" stammered the major, and fell to gnawing his mustache, as he stared at the incredible sight.

"By God--gold?
Sure, it can't be _that_!" "It not only can be, but is!" the Master answered.

"The old legend is coming true, that's all.