Far below a lagoon caught the late light and spread it in a pattern among hidden green.

In the midst of the valley towered the mountain whose summit, royally crowned by shining towers, had been visible from the open sea.

At its feet, glittering in the abundant light shed upon its white wall and dome and pinnacle, stood Med, the King's City--but its light was not the light of the day, for that was gone; nor of the moon, not risen; and no false lights vexed the dark.

Yet he was looking into a cup of light, as clear as the light in a gazing-crystal and of a quality as wholly at variance with reality.

The rocky coast of Yaque was literally a massive, natural wall; and girt by it lay the heart of the island, fertile and populous and clothed in mystery.