And every now and then the children had to cross another brook.
'It's like between the squares in Through the Looking-glass,' said Anthea.
At last they came to an orchard which was quite different from the other orchards.

It had a low building in one corner.
'These are vines,' said Cyril superiorly, 'and I know this is a vineyard.

I shouldn't wonder if there was a wine-press inside that place over there.' At last they got out of the orchards and on to a sort of road, very rough, and not at all like the roads you are used to.

It had cypress trees and acacia trees along it, and a sort of hedge of tamarisks, like those you see on the road between Nice and Cannes, or near Littlehampton, if you've only been as far as that.
And now in front of them they could see a great mass of buildings.
There were scattered houses of wood and stone here and there among green orchards, and beyond these a great wall that shone red in the early morning sun.

The wall was enormously high--more than half the height of St Paul's--and in the wall were set enormous gates that shone like gold as the rising sun beat on them.