The whole place was filled with a soft radiance, equal to that of the sun at noon, but gentler and without heat.
"Where does it come from ?" I whispered to Yva.
"Oh!" she replied, as I thought evasively.

"It is the light of the Under-world which we know how to use.

The earth is full of light, which is not wonderful, is it, seeing that its heart is fire?
Now look about you." I looked and leant on her harder than ever, since amazement made me weak.

We were in some vast place whereof the roof seemed almost as far off as the sky at night.

At least all that I could make out was a dim and distant arch which might have been one of cloud.