Griffin! What’s that?’ asked Connor. ‘I — I don’t know,’ replied the boy, for ahead the light seemed to flow upon the ground like a river, yet was not, for they crept closer and saw the humped form of ten thousand rushing creatures. And each one seemed intent upon a single goal for none deviated a whit from its fellows, but followed the same black path, beaten smooth and wide by the ceaseless passage of those who had gone before, and those who came after.
Yet they were not creatures known to mankind, so smooth of flank, and fast, and big, with glowing eyes from which the light shot forth and pierced the night. ‘Vermin,’ whispered Arno.
‘Nay,’ said Martin, ‘yet perhaps it is all the slain knights of Christendom re- turning to their long home.’
‘Nor that,’ said Searle.
‘For those things are not God’s work.’
‘But Searle,’ said Ulf, ‘if this is God’s city, they must be angels.