Up before us rose a stupendous, stepped pyramid; little smaller it was than that which Cheops built to throw its shadows across holy Nile.

Into it streamed, over it clicked, score upon score of cubes, building it higher and higher.

It lurched forward--away from us.
From Norhala came a single cry--resonant, blaring like a wrathful, golden trumpet.
The speeding shape halted, hesitated; it seemed about to return.

Crashed down upon us an abrupt crescendo of the distant drumming; peremptory, commanding.

The shape darted forward; raced away crushing to straw the trees beneath it in a full quarter-mile-wide swath.
Great gray eyes wide, filled with incredulous wonder, stunned disbelief, Norhala for an instant faltered.