I heard her laughter, sweet and golden and far away.
Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes! The Nursery of the Metal People! Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too were the bar of light and the chamber into which we had been peering.

We stared at a smooth, blank wall.

With that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had closed even as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we had not seen its motion.
I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest corner--for on the other side of us the wall was opening.

First it was only a crack; then rapidly it widened.

There stretched another passageway, luminous and long; far down it we glimpsed movement.