Faster and faster we moved, speeding on the wake of the long-vanished metal monks.
I turned my head--the cones were already far away.

Over the tablet of limpid violet phosphorescence still hovered the planes of the Keeper; and still was the oval of the Emperor black against the radiance.
But the twinkling, sparkling path between us and them was gone--was fading out close behind us as we swept onward.
Faster and faster grew our pace.

The cylindrical wall loomed close.

A high oblong portal showed within it.

Into this we were carried.