The End of the Journey"SAY DOC!" It was Larry's voice flung back at me."I was thinking about that frog.I think it was her pet.Damn me if I see any difference between a frog and a snake, and one of the nicest women I ever knew had two pet pythons that followed her around like kittens.Not such a devilish lot of choice between a frog and a snake--except on the side of the frog? What? Anyway, any pet that girl wants is hers, I don't care if it's a leaping twelve-toed lobster or a whale-bodied scorpion.Get me?"
By which I knew that our remarks upon the frog woman were still bothering O'Keefe.
"He thinks of foolish nothings like the foolish sailor!"grunted Marakinoff, acid contempt in his words."What are their women to--this?" He swept out a hand and as though at a signal the car poised itself for an instant, then dipped, literally dipped down into sheer space; skimmed forward in what was clearly curved flight, rose as upon a sweeping up-grade and then began swiftly to slacken its fearful speed.
Far ahead a point of light showed; grew steadily; we were within it--and softly all movement ceased.How acute had been the strain of our journey I did not realize until I tried to stand--and sank back, leg-muscles too shaky to bear my weight.The car rested in a slit in the centre of a smooth walled chamber perhaps twenty feet square.The wall facing us was pierced by a low doorway through which we could see a flight of steps leading downward.
The light streamed through a small opening, the base of which was twice a tall man's height from the floor.A curving flight of broad, low steps led up to it.And now it came to my steadying brain that there was something puzzling, peculiar, strangely unfamiliar about this light.It was silvery, shaded faintly with a delicate blue and flushed lightly with a nacre-ous rose; but a rose that differed from that of the terraces of the Pool Chamber as the rose within the opal differs from that within the pearl.In it were tiny, gleaming points like the motes in a sunbeam, but sparkling white like the dust of diamonds, and with a quality of vibrant vitality; they were as though they were alive.The light cast no shadows!
A little breeze came through the oval and played about us.
It was laden with what seemed the mingled breath of spice flowers and pines.It was curiously vivifying, and in it the diamonded atoms of light shook and danced.
I stepped out of the car, the Russian following, and began to ascend the curved steps toward the opening, at the top of which O'Keefe and Olaf already stood.As they looked out Isaw both their faces change--Olaf's with awe, O'Keefe's with incredulous amaze.I hurried to their side.
At first all that I could see was space--a space filled with the same coruscating effulgence that pulsed about me.Iglanced upward, obeying that instinctive impulse of earth folk that bids them seek within the sky for sources of light.
There was no sky--at least no sky such as we know--all was a sparkling nebulosity rising into infinite distances as the azure above the day-world seems to fill all the heavens--through it ran pulsing waves and flashing javelin rays that were like shining shadows of the aurora; echoes, octaves lower, of those brilliant arpeggios and chords that play about the poles.My eyes fell beneath its splendour; I stared out-ward.
Miles away, gigantic luminous cliffs sprang sheer from the limits of a lake whose waters were of milky opalescence.
