“Then Lugur, who had been laughing, grew quickly sober; for he thrust the Russian back⁠—far back. And soon down into the garden came tumbling the stones and the trees, but broken and shattered, and falling as though from a great height. And Lugur said that of this something they had much, for its making was a secret handed down by their own forefathers and not by the Ancient Ones.

“They feared to use it, he said, for a spark thrice as large as that he had used would have sent all that garden falling upward and might have opened a way to the outside before⁠—he said just this⁠—‘ before we are ready to go out into it! ’