But Graham could perceive they were very vast structures, judged even by the standard of the things about them.
And then as these dim shapes passed to the left there came again the sight of the expanse across which the disarmed men in red had been marching.

And then the black ruins, and then again the beleaguered white fastness of the Council.

It appeared no longer a ghostly pile, but glowing amber in the sunlight, for a cloud shadow had passed.

About it the pigmy struggle still hung in suspense, but now the red defenders were no longer firing.
So, in a dusky stillness, the man from the nineteenth century saw the closing scene of the great revolt, the forcible establishment of his rule.

With a quality of startling discovery it came to him that this was his world, and not that other he had left behind; that this was no spectacle to culminate and cease; that in this world lay whatever life was still before him, lay all his duties and dangers and responsibilities.