The ceiling lights were off, yet the lounge was still brightly lit. This was due to the reflecting power of the walls of ice, which threw the beams of our beacon right back at us. Words cannot describe the effects produced by our galvanic rays on these huge, whimsically sculpted blocks, whose every angle, ridge, and facet gave off a different glow depending on the nature of the veins running inside the ice. It was a dazzling mine of gems, in particular sapphires and emeralds, whose jets of blue and green crisscrossed. Here and there, opaline hues of infinite subtlety raced among sparks of light that were like so many fiery diamonds, their brilliance more than any eye could stand. The power of our beacon was increased a hundredfold, like a lamp shining through the biconvex lenses of a world-class lighthouse.
“How beautiful!” Conseil exclaimed.
“Yes,” I said, “it’s a wonderful sight! Isn’t it, Ned?”
“Oh damnation, yes!” Ned Land shot back. “It’s superb! I’m furious that I have to admit it. Nobody has ever seen the like. But this sight could cost us dearly. And in all honesty, I think we’re looking at things God never intended for human eyes.”
Ned was right. It was too beautiful. All at once a yell from Conseil made me turn around.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Master must close his eyes! Master mustn’t look!”
With that, Conseil clapped his hands over his eyes.
“But what’s wrong, my boy?”
“I’ve been dazzled, struck blind!”