Where I sat I could take in the gateway and its basalt portals, rough and broken, rising to the top of the wall forty feet above, shattered, ruined portals--unclimbable.

From this gateway an intenser light began to flow.

It grew, it gushed, and out of it walked Stanton.
"Stanton! But--God! What a vision!" A deep tremor shook him.

I waited--waited..