I was sensible of an acceleration of every pulse; a wild stimulation of every nerve. I felt myself being lifted above the world⁠—close to the threshold of the high gods⁠—soon their essence and their power would stream out into me! I glanced at Larry. His eyes were⁠—wild⁠—with life!

I looked at Olaf⁠—and in his face was none of this⁠—only hate, and hate, and hate.

The peacock waves streamed out over the waters, cleaving the seeming darkness, a rainbow path of glory. And the Veil flashed as though all the rainbows that had ever shone were burning within it. Again the mighty sound pealed.

Into the centre of the Veil the light drew itself, grew into an intolerable brightness⁠—and with a storm of tinklings, a tempest of crystalline notes, a tumult of tiny chimings, through it sped⁠—the Shining One!