Out of it the billowing clouds of dust still streamed, pursuing, threatening us.

The whole granite barrier seemed to quiver with agony.

Higher we rose and higher.
"Look," whispered Drake, and whirled me around.
Less than five miles away was Ruszark, the City of Cherkis.

And it was like some ancient city come into life out of long dead centuries.

A page restored from once conquering Persia's crumbled book.