Nate Gordon entered the inner room, closed the door, pulled up the wall, stepped through, pulled it down after him.

He took five or six uncertain steps . . .

Afterwards, though how long afterwards he knew not, he came out in ancient Mesapotamia, where the priestess was waiting . . .

Then, ice and snow gusted on a plain where the great red mammoths fled away . . .

And he stood facing men with green beards at a strange crossroads on another world . . .

And the Maze had not yet done with him!