And would I could crush those gods as I shall crush you, Cherkis--and every living thing of yours! Yea--and every UNLIVING thing as well!" Not halting now was Norhala's speech; it poured from the ruthless lips--flamingly.
"We go," she cried.

"And something of vengeance I have saved for you--as is your right." She tossed her arms high; stamped upon the back of the Metal Thing that held us.
It quivered and sped away.

Swiftly dwindled the City's bulk; fast faded its glimmering watchful face.
Not toward the veils of light but out over the plain we flew.

Above us, crouching against the blast of our going, streamed like a silken banner Norhala's hair, gemmed with the witch lights.
We were far out now, the City far away.

The cube slowed.