Its end came swiftly into sight--its tail another pyramid twin to its head.
It FLIRTED by--gaily; vanished.
I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow--and it did not need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well as in UNITS.

Move intelligently, consciously--as the Smiting Thing had moved.
"Come!" Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we fell in behind her.
Looking up I caught the friendly sparkle of a star; knew the cleft was widening.
The star points grew thicker.

We stepped out into a valley small as that hollow from which we had fled; ringed like it with heaven-touching summits.

I could see clearly.

The place was suffused with a soft radiance as though into it the far, bright stars were pouring all their rays, filling it as a cup with their pale flames.
It was luminous as the Alaskan valleys when on white arctic nights they are lighted, the Athabascans believe, by the gleaming spears of hunting gods.