They swept into our wake and followed--lifting up behind us, an ever-rising sea.
Higher and higher arose the metal wave--mounting, ever mounting as other score upon score leaped upon it, rushed up it and swelled its crest.

And soon so great it was that it shadowed us, hung over us.
The cubes we rode angled in their course; raced now with ever-increasing speed toward the spangled curtains.
And still Norhala's golden chant lured; higher and even higher reached the following wave.

Now we were rising upon a steep slope; now the amethystine, gleaming ring was almost overheard.
Norhala's song ceased.

One breathless, soundless moment and we had pierced the veils.

A globule of sapphire shone afar, the elfin bubble of her home.