They came at last to a passage that curved about, and showed broadening before him an oblong opening, clouds hot with sunset, and the ragged skyline of the ruinous Council House.

A tumult of shouts came drifting up to him.

In another moment they had come out high up on the brow of the cliff of torn buildings that overhung the wreckage.

The vast area opened to Graham's eyes, none the less strange and wonderful for the remote view he had had of it in the oval mirror.
This rudely amphitheatral space seemed now the better part of a mile to its outer edge.

It was gold lit on the left hand, catching the sunlight, and below and to the right clear and cold in the shadow.