Close to the base of the vast facade it landed with a flashing of blue incandescence.

I knew it for one of the Flying Things, the Mark Makers--one of the incredible messengers.
Close upon its fall came increase in the turmoil of the crowding throng awaiting us.

Came, too, an abrupt change in our own motion.

The long arcs lessened.

We were dropped more swiftly.
Far away in the direction from which the Flying Thing had flown I sensed another movement; something coming that carried with it subtle suggestion of unlikeness to all the other incessant, linked movement over the pit.