She broke off in the midst of the sentence to rub her eyes. Rachel was rubbing hers also.
“Where are we?” she began incoherently, gazing about her.
“We were looking at Aura—and now—oh, Rachel, I do believe it’s Olympia!” the last words were uttered with a gasp of excitement.
“It is. I’m sure it is,” Rachel agreed.
“Then we must have passed over three days in just that second while we stood by the stable. How could we possibly have done that?”
“Sheshà says Time is a magic thing,” returned Rachel, dreamily. “And it isn’t, anyhow, more wonderful than all the other things that have happened.... Just see how lovely everything looks, Diana. Don’t let’s bother about how we got here.”
“The sun is just going to rise, isn’t it?” whispered Diana, still bewildered and rather awed by the suddenness of this change of scene.
They were standing on a rocky spur of mountain looking down upon a huge circular space, enclosed by tier above tier of empty seats.
On the left, through a gap in the hills, they saw the calm blue sea, stretching away to where above the horizon the sun, like a shield of fire, was just rising. In front of them, and overshadowing part of the enclosed space (which at once reminded the children of a huge circus ring) there lay a thick wood.
Everything was very still. Not a sound broke the silence, and there was something in the appearance of the vast empty ring with the empty seats about it, and the mountains and the sea as background, which for a moment was rather terrifying.