And in the dumb stupefaction that overcame them, the roaring tumult at the door was all forgotten.

The sentence of death hanging above them, faded to nothing.
Even the Master's cold blood leaped and thrilled, at realization of what he was now beholding as the silver lamps swung from out-stretched hands.

Bohannan, for once, was too dazed for exuberance.
Only the Master could find words.
"Well, men," said he, in even tones.

"Here it is, at last.

We're seeing something no Feringi ever saw before--the hidden treasure of Jannati Shahr!".