"Prepare and do as I do.

Do not spring, or run, lest you should go too far.

Step gently on to the rock and to its centre, and there lie down.

Trust in me, all of you." "There's nothing else to do," groaned Bastin.
The great stone appeared and, as before, hung at the edge of the pit.
Yva stepped on to it quietly, as she did so, catching hold of my wrist with her disengaged hand.

I followed her feeling very sick, and promptly sat down.