I leaned my elbows on the rocky sill. Inexpressible emotion filled my heart. The window faced south. It was about two hundred feet above the ground. The black, polished volcanic wall yawned dizzily below me.
In front of me, perhaps a mile and a half away, was another wall, the first enclosure mentioned in the Critias. And beyond it in the distance, I saw the limitless red desert.
[!-- Chapter 12 --]XII
MORHANGE DISAPPEARS
My fatigue was so great that I lay as if unconscious until the next day. I awoke about three o'clock in the afternoon.
I thought at once of the events of the previous day; they seemed amazing.
"Let me see," I said to myself. "Let us work this out. I must begin by consulting Morhange."
I was ravenously hungry.
The gong which Tanit-Zerga had pointed out lay within arm's reach. I struck it. A white Targa appeared.