Page 35 (Navichet stuffs the book into a box she carries, which holds the telescope as well. The witch-banders at the head of the line are impassive as Spondule walks the bike through the gate, and it slams shut. Inside, a messy area of structures built from broken walls and grass rooves. People sit around, some watching them enter. There is a group of kneeling figures dressed in bright white.) SPONDULE: Beautiful!