Description
Sweeping clouds shadowed the tawny plain, and far off in the east the plumes of night sprad gently, mournfully, burying the corpse of the Livian day. Fanner Marston, a tattered speck upon a ridge, looked eastward, looked to the glory he sought and beheld it.
Throat and tongue swollen with thirst, green eyes blazing now with new ecstasy, he knew he had it. He would gain it, would realize that heady height upon which he had elected to stand. Before him lay the Great Secret! The Secret which had made a dead race rule the Universe! And that Secret would be his, Fanner Marton's, and Fanner Marston would be the ruler, the new ruler, the arbiter of destiny for all the Universe!