The overnight snows had gone.

He judged that this mirror was some modern replacement of the camera obscura, but that matter was not explained to him.

He saw that though the file of red figures was trotting from left to right, yet they were passing out of the picture to the left.

He wondered momentarily, and then saw that the picture was passing slowly, panorama fashion, across the oval.
"In a moment you will see the fighting," said Ostrog at his elbow.

"Those fellows in red you notice are prisoners.