Once in the dead days I turned the balance of the world from the right-hand road which now is dull with disuse, to the left-hand road which glitters so brightly to your eyes, and the face of the earth was changed.

Now again I will turn it from the left-hand road to the right-hand road in which for millions of years it was wont to run, and once more the face of the earth shall change, and those who are left living upon the earth, or who in the course of ages shall come to live upon the new earth, must bow down to Oro and take him and his seed to be their gods and kings." When I heard this I was overwhelmed and could not answer.

Also I remembered a certain confused picture which Yva had shown to us in the Temple of Nyo.

But supported by his disbelief, Bickley asked: "And how often does the balance of which you speak come this way, Lord Oro ?" "Once only in many years; the number is my secret, Bickley," he replied.
"Then there is every reason to hope that it will not trouble us," remarked Bickley with a suspicion of mockery in his voice.
"Do you think so, you learned Bickley ?" asked Oro.

"If so, I do not.
Unless my skill has failed me and my calculations have gone awry, that Traveller of which I tell should presently be with us.