It had had four green turrets perched like little green bubbles on white towers; three of these were still there, and between them stood the white husk of the place; from where we watched we could see little fires of blue light sparkling like jewels between the holes.

Over it all was a strange metallic glitter as though we were seeing through glass, glass shaded very faintly green.
Under this green shadow, which seemed very gently to stain the air, the town was indeed like a lost city beneath the sea.

Catching our breaths we plunged down into the fantastic depths....
As we descended the hill we were surprised by the silence--not a soul to be seen.

We had expected to find the place filled with the soldiers of the Sixty-Fifth Division.

Our driver on this day was the man Nikolai whom I have mentioned before as attaching himself from the very beginning to Trenchard's service.