He felt the earth lurch upward, and guessed that the Sun-child had raised its creation off the floor of the cavern.
The earth began to coil away from under his feet.
For a giddy instant Falken saw the true world far below, and the Sun-child floating in rainbow light.
It was angry. He could tell that from its color. Then suddenly the anger was drowned in a swirl of golden motes.
It was laughing. The Sun-child was laughing.
Falken fought down a sharp despair. A terrible fear of falling oppressed him. He heard Sheila scream. The world closed in again.
Sheila Moore looked at him from between two writhing trees.
He hadn't felt her go. But she was there. Hairy branches coiled around her, tore her vac-suit. She shrieked....
Falken cried out and went forward. Something held him. He fought it off, driven by the agony in Sheila's cry.