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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/3479-0.txt b/3479-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a92412f --- /dev/null +++ b/3479-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,10985 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Metal Monster, by A. Merritt + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Metal Monster + +Author: A. Merritt + +Release Date: September, 2002 [Etext #3479] +Posting Date: October 12, 2009 +Last Updated: March 16, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE METAL MONSTER *** + + + + +Produced by Judy Boss + + + + + +THE METAL MONSTER + + +By A. Merritt + + + + +PROLOGUE + +Before the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never +seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author. + +When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic +ruins of the Nan-Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given +me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision +to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left +America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, +to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them +freshened memories of those whom he loved so well and from whom, he +felt, he was separated in all probability forever. + +I had understood that he had gone to some remote part of Asia to pursue +certain botanical studies, and it was therefore with the liveliest +surprise and interest that I received a summons from the President of +the Association to meet Dr. Goodwin at a designated place and hour. + +Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had formed a mental +image of their writer. I had read, too, those volumes of botanical +research which have set him high above all other American scientists in +this field, gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely +technical observations and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic +descriptions, hints to amplify my picture of him. It gratified me to +find I had drawn a pretty good one. + +The man to whom the President of the Association introduced me was +sturdy, well-knit, a little under average height. He had a broad but +rather low forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical +wizard Steinmetz. Under level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel, +kindly, shrewd, a little wistful, lightly humorous; the eyes both of a +doer and a dreamer. + +Not more than forty I judged him to be. A close-trimmed, pointed beard +did not hide the firm chin and the clean-cut mouth. His hair was thick +and black and oddly sprinkled with white; small streaks and dots of +gleaming silver that shone with a curiously metallic luster. + +His right arm was closely bound to his breast. His manner as he greeted +me was tinged with shyness. He extended his left hand in greeting, and +as I clasped the fingers I was struck by their peculiar, pronounced, yet +pleasant warmth; a sensation, indeed, curiously electric. + +The Association's President forced him gently back into his chair. + +“Dr. Goodwin,” he said, turning to me, “is not entirely recovered as +yet from certain consequences of his adventures. He will explain to you +later what these are. In the meantime, Mr. Merritt, will you read this?” + +I took the sheets he handed me, and as I read them felt the gaze of Dr. +Goodwin full upon me, searching, weighing, estimating. When I raised my +eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression. The shyness was +gone; they were filled with complete friendliness. Evidently I had +passed muster. + +“You will accept, sir?” It was the president's gravely courteous tone. + +“Accept!” I exclaimed. “Why, of course, I accept. It is not only one of +the greatest honors, but to me one of the greatest delights to act as a +collaborator with Dr. Goodwin.” + +The president smiled. + +“In that case, sir, there is no need for me to remain longer,” he said. +“Dr. Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has progressed +with it. I will leave you two alone for your discussion.” + +He bowed to us and, picking up his old-fashioned bell-crowned silk hat +and his quaint, heavy cane of ebony, withdrew. Dr. Goodwin turned to me. + +“I will start,” he said, after a little pause, “from when I met Richard +Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a great prayer-rug at +the gray feet of the nameless mountain.” + +The sun sank, the shadows fell, the lights of the city sparkled out, for +hours New York roared about me unheeded while I listened to the tale +of that utterly weird, stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown +creatures, unknown forces, and of unconquerable human heroism played +among the hidden gorges of unknown Asia. + +It was dawn when I left him for my own home. Nor was it for many +hours after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript down and sought +sleep--and found a troubled sleep. + +A. MERRITT + + + + +CHAPTER I. VALLEY OF THE BLUE POPPIES + +In this great crucible of life we call the world--in the vaster one we +call the universe--the mysteries lie close packed, uncountable as grains +of sand on ocean's shores. They thread gigantic, the star-flung spaces; +they creep, atomic, beneath the microscope's peering eye. They walk +beside us, unseen and unheard, calling out to us, asking why we are deaf +to their crying, blind to their wonder. + +Sometimes the veils drop from a man's eyes, and he sees--and speaks of +his vision. Then those who have not seen pass him by with the lifted +brows of disbelief, or they mock him, or if his vision has been great +enough they fall upon and destroy him. + +For the greater the mystery, the more bitterly is its verity assailed; +upon what seem the lesser a man may give testimony and at least gain for +himself a hearing. + +There is reason for this. Life is a ferment, and upon and about it, +shifting and changing, adding to or taking away, beat over legions of +forces, seen and unseen, known and unknown. And man, an atom in the +ferment, clings desperately to what to him seems stable; nor greets with +joy him who hazards that what he grips may be but a broken staff, and, +so saying, fails to hold forth a sturdier one. + +Earth is a ship, plowing her way through uncharted oceans of space +wherein are strange currents, hidden shoals and reefs, and where blow +the unknown winds of Cosmos. + +If to the voyagers, painfully plotting their course, comes one who cries +that their charts must be remade, nor can tell WHY they must be--that +man is not welcome--no! + +Therefore it is that men have grown chary of giving testimony upon +mysteries. Yet knowing each in his own heart the truth of that vision he +has himself beheld, lo, it is that in whose reality he most believes. + +The spot where I had encamped was of a singular beauty; so beautiful +that it caught the throat and set an ache within the breast--until from +it a tranquillity distilled that was like healing mist. + +Since early March I had been wandering. It was now mid-July. And for the +first time since my pilgrimage had begun I drank--not of forgetfulness, +for that could never be--but of anodyne for a sorrow which had held fast +upon me since my return from the Carolines a year before. + +No need to dwell here upon that--it has been written. Nor shall I recite +the reasons for my restlessness--for these are known to those who have +read that history of mine. Nor is there cause to set forth at length the +steps by which I had arrived at this vale of peace. + +Sufficient is to tell that in New York one night, reading over what is +perhaps the most sensational of my books--“The Poppies and Primulas of +Southern Tibet,” the result of my travels of 1910-1911, I determined to +return to that quiet, forbidden land. There, if anywhere, might I find +something akin to forgetting. + +There was a certain flower which I long had wished to study in its +mutations from the singular forms appearing on the southern slopes of +the Elburz--Persia's mountainous chain that extends from Azerbaijan +in the west to Khorasan in the east; from thence I would follow its +modified types in the Hindu-Kush ranges and its migrations along the +southern scarps of the Trans-Himalayas--the unexplored upheaval, higher +than the Himalayas themselves, more deeply cut with precipice and gorge, +which Sven Hedin had touched and named on his journey to Lhasa. + +Having accomplished this, I planned to push across the passes to the +Manasarowar Lakes, where, legend has it, the strange, luminous purple +lotuses grow. + +An ambitious project, undeniably fraught with danger; but it is +written that desperate diseases require desperate remedies, and until +inspiration or message how to rejoin those whom I had loved so dearly +came to me, nothing less, I felt, could dull my heartache. + +And, frankly, feeling that no such inspiration or message could come, I +did not much care as to the end. + +In Teheran I had picked up a most unusual servant; yes, more than this, +a companion and counselor and interpreter as well. + +He was a Chinese; his name Chiu-Ming. His first thirty years had been +spent at the great Lamasery of Palkhor-Choinde at Gyantse, west of +Lhasa. Why he had gone from there, how he had come to Teheran, I never +asked. It was most fortunate that he had gone, and that I had found him. +He recommended himself to me as the best cook within ten thousand miles +of Pekin. + +For almost three months we had journeyed; Chiu-Ming and I and the two +ponies that carried my impedimenta. + +We had traversed mountain roads which had echoed to the marching feet of +the hosts of Darius, to the hordes of the Satraps. The highways of the +Achaemenids--yes, and which before them had trembled to the tramplings +of the myriads of the godlike Dravidian conquerors. + +We had slipped over ancient Iranian trails; over paths which the +warriors of conquering Alexander had traversed; dust of bones of +Macedons, of Greeks, of Romans, beat about us; ashes of the flaming +ambitions of the Sassanidae whimpered beneath our feet--the feet of an +American botanist, a Chinaman, two Tibetan ponies. We had crept through +clefts whose walls had sent back the howlings of the Ephthalites, the +White Huns who had sapped the strength of these same proud Sassanids +until at last both fell before the Turks. + +Over the highways and byways of Persia's glory, Persia's shame and +Persia's death we four--two men, two beasts--had passed. For a fortnight +we had met no human soul, seen no sign of human habitation. + +Game had been plentiful--green things Chiu-Ming might lack for his +cooking, but meat never. About us was a welter of mighty summits. We +were, I knew, somewhere within the blending of the Hindu-Kush with the +Trans-Himalayas. + +That morning we had come out of a ragged defile into this valley of +enchantment, and here, though it had been so early, I had pitched my +tent, determining to go no farther till the morrow. + +It was a Phocean vale; a gigantic cup filled with tranquillity. A spirit +brooded over it, serene, majestic, immutable--like the untroubled calm +which rests, the Burmese believe, over every place which has guarded the +Buddha, sleeping. + +At its eastern end towered the colossal scarp of the unnamed peak +through one of whose gorges we had crept. On his head was a cap of +silver set with pale emeralds--the snow fields and glaciers that crowned +him. Far to the west another gray and ochreous giant reared its bulk, +closing the vale. North and south, the horizon was a chaotic sky land of +pinnacles, spired and minareted, steepled and turreted and domed, each +diademed with its green and argent of eternal ice and snow. + +And all the valley was carpeted with the blue poppies in wide, unbroken +fields, luminous as the morning skies of mid-June; they rippled mile +after mile over the path we had followed, over the still untrodden path +which we must take. They nodded, they leaned toward each other, they +seemed to whisper--then to lift their heads and look up like crowding +swarms of little azure fays, half impudently, wholly trustfully, into +the faces of the jeweled giants standing guard over them. And when the +little breeze walked upon them it was as though they bent beneath the +soft tread and were brushed by the sweeping skirts of unseen, hastening +Presences. + +Like a vast prayer-rug, sapphire and silken, the poppies stretched +to the gray feet of the mountain. Between their southern edge and +the clustering summits a row of faded brown, low hills knelt--like +brown-robed, withered and weary old men, backs bent, faces hidden +between outstretched arms, palms to the earth and brows touching earth +within them--in the East's immemorial attitude of worship. + +I half expected them to rise--and as I watched a man appeared on one of +the bowed, rocky shoulders, abruptly, with the ever-startling suddenness +which in the strange light of these latitudes objects spring into +vision. As he stood scanning my camp there arose beside him a laden +pony, and at its head a Tibetan peasant. The first figure waved its +hand; came striding down the hill. + +As he approached I took stock of him. A young giant, three good inches +over six feet, a vigorous head with unruly clustering black hair; a +clean-cut, clean-shaven American face. + +“I'm Dick Drake,” he said, holding out his hand. “Richard Keen Drake, +recently with Uncle's engineers in France.” + +“My name is Goodwin.” I took his hand, shook it warmly. “Dr. Walter T. +Goodwin.” + +“Goodwin the botanist--? Then I know you!” he exclaimed. “Know all +about you, that is. My father admired your work greatly. You knew +him--Professor Alvin Drake.” + +I nodded. So he was Alvin Drake's son. Alvin, I knew, had died about a +year before I had started on this journey. But what was his son doing in +this wilderness? + +“Wondering where I came from?” he answered my unspoken question. “Short +story. War ended. Felt an irresistible desire for something different. +Couldn't think of anything more different from Tibet--always wanted to +go there anyway. Went. Decided to strike over toward Turkestan. And here +I am.” + +I felt at once a strong liking for this young giant. No doubt, +subconsciously, I had been feeling the need of companionship with my own +kind. I even wondered, as I led the way into my little camp, whether he +would care to join fortunes with me in my journeyings. + +His father's work I knew well, and although this stalwart lad was unlike +what one would have expected Alvin Drake--a trifle dried, precise, +wholly abstracted with his experiments--to beget, still, I reflected, +heredity like the Lord sometimes works in mysterious ways its wonders to +perform. + +It was almost with awe that he listened to me instruct Chiu-Ming as to +just how I wanted supper prepared, and his gaze dwelt fondly upon the +Chinese busy among his pots and pans. + +We talked a little, desultorily, as the meal was prepared--fragments of +traveler's news and gossip, as is the habit of journeyers who come upon +each other in the silent places. Ever the speculation grew in his face +as he made away with Chiu-Ming's artful concoctions. + +Drake sighed, drawing out his pipe. + +“A cook, a marvel of a cook. Where did you get him?” + +Briefly I told him. + +Then a silence fell upon us. Suddenly the sun dipped down behind the +flank of the stone giant guarding the valley's western gate; the whole +vale swiftly darkened--a flood of crystal-clear shadows poured within +it. It was the prelude to that miracle of unearthly beauty seen nowhere +else on this earth--the sunset of Tibet. + +We turned expectant eyes to the west. A little, cool breeze raced down +from the watching steeps like a messenger, whispered to the nodding +poppies, sighed and was gone. The poppies were still. High overhead a +homing kite whistled, mellowly. + +As if it were a signal there sprang out in the pale azure of the western +sky row upon row of cirrus cloudlets, rank upon rank of them, thrusting +their heads into the path of the setting sun. They changed from mottled +silver into faint rose, deepened to crimson. + +“The dragons of the sky drink the blood of the sunset,” said Chiu-Ming. + +As though a gigantic globe of crystal had dropped upon the heavens, +their blue turned swiftly to a clear and glowing amber--then as abruptly +shifted to a luminous violet A soft green light pulsed through the +valley. + +Under it, like hills ensorcelled, the rocky walls about it seemed to +flatten. They glowed and all at once pressed forward like gigantic +slices of palest emerald jade, translucent, illumined, as though by a +circlet of little suns shining behind them. + +The light faded, robes of deepest amethyst dropped around the mountain's +mighty shoulders. And then from every snow and glacier-crowned peak, +from minaret and pinnacle and towering turret, leaped forth a confusion +of soft peacock flames, a host of irised prismatic gleamings, an ordered +chaos of rainbows. + +Great and small, interlacing and shifting, they ringed the valley with +an incredible glory--as if some god of light itself had touched the +eternal rocks and bidden radiant souls stand forth. + +Through the darkening sky swept a rosy pencil of living light; that +utterly strange, pure beam whose coming never fails to clutch the throat +of the beholder with the hand of ecstasy, the ray which the Tibetans +name the Ting-Pa. For a moment this rosy finger pointed to the east, +then arched itself, divided slowly into six shining, rosy bands; began +to creep downward toward the eastern horizon where a nebulous, pulsing +splendor arose to meet it. + +And as we watched I heard a gasp from Drake. And it was echoed by my +own. + +For the six beams were swaying, moving with ever swifter motion from +side to side in ever-widening sweep, as though the hidden orb from which +they sprang were swaying like a pendulum. + +Faster and faster the six high-flung beams swayed--and then broke--broke +as though a gigantic, unseen hand had reached up and snapped them! + +An instant the severed ends ribboned aimlessly, then bent, turned down +and darted earthward into the welter of clustered summits at the north +and swiftly were gone, while down upon the valley fell night. + +“Good God!” whispered Drake. “It was as though something reached up, +broke those rays and drew them down--like threads.” + +“I saw it.” I struggled with bewilderment. “I saw it. But I never saw +anything like it before,” I ended, most inadequately. + +“It was PURPOSEFUL,” he whispered. “It was DELIBERATE. As though +something reached up, juggled with the rays, broke them, and drew them +down like willow withes.” + +“The devils that dwell here!” quavered Chiu-Ming. + +“Some magnetic phenomenon.” I was half angry at myself for my own touch +of panic. “Light can be deflected by passage through a magnetic field. +Of course that's it. Certainly.” + +“I don't know.” Drake's tone was doubtful indeed. “It would take a whale +of a magnetic field to have done THAT--it's inconceivable.” He harked +back to his first idea. “It was so--so DAMNED deliberate,” he repeated. + +“Devils--” muttered the frightened Chinese. + +“What's that?” Drake gripped my arm and pointed to the north. A deeper +blackness had grown there while we had been talking, a pool of darkness +against which the mountain summits stood out, blade-sharp edges faintly +luminous. + +A gigantic lance of misty green fire darted from the blackness and +thrust its point into the heart of the zenith; following it, leaped into +the sky a host of the sparkling spears of light, and now the blackness +was like an ebon hand, brandishing a thousand javelins of tinseled +flame. + +“The aurora,” I said. + +“It ought to be a good one,” mused Drake, gaze intent upon it. “Did you +notice the big sun spot?” + +I shook my head. + +“The biggest I ever saw. Noticed it first at dawn this morning. Some +little aurora lighter--that spot. I told you--look at that!” he cried. + +The green lances had fallen back. The blackness gathered itself +together--then from it began to pulse billows of radiance, spangled with +infinite darting swarms of flashing corpuscles like uncounted hosts of +dancing fireflies. + +Higher the waves rolled--phosphorescent green and iridescent violet, +weird copperous yellows and metallic saffrons and a shimmer of +glittering ash of rose--then wavered, split and formed into gigantic, +sparkling, marching curtains of splendor. + +A vast circle of light sprang out upon the folds of the flickering, +rushing curtains. Misty at first, its edges sharpened until they rested +upon the blazing glory of the northern sky like a pale ring of cold +flame. And about it the aurora began to churn, to heap itself, to +revolve. + +Toward the ring from every side raced the majestic folds, drew +themselves together, circled, seethed around it like foam of fire about +the lip of a cauldron, and poured through the shining circle as though +it were the mouth of that fabled cavern where old Aeolus sits blowing +forth and breathing back the winds that sweep the earth. + +Yes--into the ring's mouth the aurora flew, cascading in a columned +stream to earth. Then swiftly, a mist swept over all the heavens, veiled +that incredible cataract. + +“Magnetism?” muttered Drake. “I guess NOT!” + +“It struck about where the Ting-Pa was broken and seemed drawn down like +the rays,” I said. + +“Purposeful,” Drake said. “And devilish. It hit on all my nerves like +a--like a metal claw. Purposeful and deliberate. There was intelligence +behind that.” + +“Intelligence? Drake--what intelligence could break the rays of the +setting sun and suck down the aurora?” + +“I don't know,” he answered. + +“Devils,” croaked Chiu-Ming. “The devils that defied Buddha--and have +grown strong--” + +“Like a metal claw!” breathed Drake. + +Far to the west a sound came to us; first a whisper, then a wild +rushing, a prolonged wailing, a crackling. A great light flashed +through the mist, glowed about us and faded. Again the wailing, the vast +rushing, the retreating whisper. + +Then silence and darkness dropped embraced upon the valley of the blue +poppies. + + + + +CHAPTER II. THE SIGIL ON THE ROCKS + +Dawn came. Drake had slept well. But I, who had not his youthful +resiliency, lay for long, awake and uneasy. I had hardly sunk into +troubled slumber before dawn awakened me. + +As we breakfasted, I approached directly that matter which my growing +liking for him was turning into strong desire. + +“Drake,” I asked. “Where are you going?” + +“With you,” he laughed. “I'm foot loose and fancy free. And I think you +ought to have somebody with you to help watch that cook. He might get +away.” + +The idea seemed to appall him. + +“Fine!” I exclaimed heartily, and thrust out my hand to him. “I'm +thinking of striking over the range soon to the Manasarowar Lakes. +There's a curious flora I'd like to study.” + +“Anywhere you say suits me,” he answered. + +We clasped hands on our partnership and soon we were on our way to the +valley's western gate; our united caravans stringing along behind us. +Mile after mile we trudged through the blue poppies, discussing the +enigmas of the twilight and of the night. + +In the light of day their breath of vague terror was dissipated. +There was no place for mystery nor dread under this floor of brilliant +sunshine. The smiling sapphire floor rolled ever on before us. + +Whispering little playful breezes flew down the slopes to gossip for a +moment with the nodding flowers. Flocks of rose finches raced chattering +overhead to quarrel with the tiny willow warblers, the chi-u-teb-tok, +holding fief of the drooping, graceful bowers bending down to the little +laughing stream that for the past hour had chuckled and gurgled like a +friendly water baby beside us. + +I had proven, almost to my own satisfaction, that what we had beheld +had been a creation of the extraordinary atmospheric attributes of these +highlands, an atmosphere so unique as to make almost anything of the +kind possible. But Drake was not convinced. + +“I know,” he said. “Of course I understand all that--superimposed layers +of warmer air that might have bent the ray; vortices in the higher +levels that might have produced just that effect of the captured aurora. +I admit it's all possible. I'll even admit it's all probable, but damn +me, Doc, if I BELIEVE it! I had too clearly the feeling of a CONSCIOUS +force, a something that KNEW exactly what it was doing--and had a REASON +for it.” + +It was mid-afternoon. + +The spell of the valley upon us, we had gone leisurely. The western +mount was close, the mouth of the gorge through which we must pass, +now plain before us. It did not seem as though we could reach it before +dusk, and Drake and I were reconciled to spending another night in the +peaceful vale. Plodding along, deep in thought, I was startled by his +exclamation. + +He was staring at a point some hundred yards to his right. I followed +his gaze. + +The towering cliffs were a scant half mile away. At some distant time +there had been an enormous fall of rock. This, disintegrating, had +formed a gently-curving breast which sloped down to merge with the +valley's floor. Willow and witch alder, stunted birch and poplar +had found roothold, clothed it, until only their crowding outposts, +thrusting forward in a wavering semicircle, held back seemingly by the +blue hordes, showed where it melted into the meadows. + +In the center of this breast, beginning half way up its slopes and +stretching down into the flowered fields was a colossal imprint. + +Gray and brown, it stood out against the green and blue of slope and +level; a rectangle all of thirty feet wide, two hundred long, the +heel faintly curved and from its hither end, like claws, four slender +triangles radiating from it like twenty-four points of a ten-rayed star. + +Irresistibly was it like a footprint--but what thing was there whose +tread could leave such a print as this? + +I ran up the slope--Drake already well in advance. I paused at the +base of the triangles where, were this thing indeed a footprint, the +spreading claws sprang from the flat of it. + +The track was fresh. At its upper edges were clipped bushes and split +trees, the white wood of the latter showing where they had been sliced +as though by the stroke of a scimitar. + +I stepped out upon the mark. It was as level as though planed; bent down +and stared in utter disbelief of what my own eyes beheld. For stone +and earth had been crushed, compressed, into a smooth, microscopically +grained, adamantine complex, and in this matrix poppies still bearing +traces of their coloring were imbedded like fossils. A cyclone can and +does grip straws and thrust them unbroken through an inch board--but +what force was there which could take the delicate petals of a flower +and set them like inlay within the surface of a stone? + +Into my mind came recollection of the wailings, the crashings in the +night, of the weird glow that had flashed about us when the mist arose +to hide the chained aurora. + +“It was what we heard,” I said. “The sounds--it was then that this was +made.” + +“The foot of Shin-je!” Chiu-Ming's voice was tremulous. “The lord of +Hell has trodden here!” + +I translated for Drake's benefit. + +“Has the lord of Hell but one foot?” asked Dick, politely. + +“He bestrides the mountains,” said Chiu-Ming. “On the far side is his +other footprint. Shin-je it was who strode the mountains and set here +his foot.” + +Again I interpreted. + +Drake cast a calculating glance up to the cliff top. + +“Two thousand feet, about,” he mused. “Well, if Shin-je is built in our +proportions that makes it about right. The length of this thing would +give him just about a two thousand foot leg. Yes--he could just about +straddle that hill.” + +“You're surely not serious?” I asked in consternation. + +“What the hell!” he exclaimed, “am I crazy? This is no foot mark. How +could it be? Look at the mathematical nicety with which these edges are +stamped out--as though by a die-- + +“That's what it reminds me of--a die. It's as if some impossible power +had been used to press it down. Like--like a giant seal of metal in a +mountain's hand. A sigil--a seal--” + +“But why?” I asked. “What could be the purpose--” + +“Better ask where the devil such a force could be gotten together and +how it came here,” he said. “Look--except for this one place there isn't +a mark anywhere. All the bushes and the trees, all the poppies and the +grass are just as they ought to be. + +“How did whoever or whatever it was that made this, get here and +get away without leaving any trace but this? Damned if I don't think +Chiu-Ming's explanation puts less strain upon the credulity than any I +could offer.” + +I peered about. It was so. Except for the mark, there was no slightest +sign of the unusual, the abnormal. + +But the mark was enough! + +“I'm for pushing up a notch or two and getting into the gorge before +dark,” he was voicing my own thought. “I'm willing to face anything +human--but I'm not keen to be pressed into a rock like a flower in a +maiden's book of poems.” Just at twilight we drew out of the valley into +the pass. We traveled a full mile along it before darkness forced us to +make camp. The gorge was narrow. The far walls but a hundred feet away; +but we had no quarrel with them for their neighborliness, no! Their +solidity, their immutability, breathed confidence back into us. + +And after we had found a deep niche capable of holding the entire +caravan we filed within, ponies and all, I for one perfectly willing +thus to spend the night, let the air at dawn be what it would. We dined +within on bread and tea, and then, tired to the bone, sought each his +place upon the rocky floor. I slept well, waking only once or twice +by Chiu-Ming's groanings; his dreams evidently were none of the +pleasantest. If there was an aurora I neither knew nor cared. My slumber +was dreamless. + + + + +CHAPTER III. RUTH VENTNOR + +The dawn, streaming into the niche, awakened us. A covey of partridges +venturing too close yielded three to our guns. We breakfasted well, and +a little later were pushing on down the cleft. + +Its descent, though gradual, was continuous, and therefore I was not +surprised when soon we began to come upon evidences of semi-tropical +vegetation. Giant rhododendrons and tree ferns gave way to occasional +clumps of stately kopek and clumps of the hardier bamboos. We added a +few snow cocks to our larder--although they were out of their habitat, +flying down into the gorge from their peaks and table-lands for some +choice tidbit. + +All that day we marched on, and when at night we made camp, sleep came +to us quickly and overmastering. An hour after dawn we were on our way. +A brief stop we made for lunch; pressed forward. + +It was close to two when we caught the first sight of the ruins. + +The soaring, verdure-clad walls of the canyon had long been steadily +marching closer. Above, between their rims the wide ribbon of sky was +like a fantastically shored river, shimmering, dazzling; every cove +and headland edged with an opalescent glimmering as of shining pearly +beaches. + +And as though we were sinking in that sky stream's depths its light +kept lessening, darkening imperceptibly with luminous shadows of ghostly +beryl, drifting veils of pellucid aquamarine, limpid mists of glaucous +chrysolite. + +Fainter, more crepuscular became the light, yet never losing its +crystalline quality. Now the high overhead river was but a brook; became +a thread. Abruptly it vanished. + +We passed into a tunnel, fern walled, fern roofed, garlanded with tawny +orchids, gay with carmine fungus and golden moss. We stepped out into a +blaze of sunlight. + +Before us lay a wide green bowl held in the hands of the clustered +hills; shallow, circular, as though, while plastic still, the thumb +of God had run round its rim, shaping it. Around it the peaks crowded, +craning their lofty heads to peer within. + +It was about a mile in its diameter, this hollow, as my gaze then +measured it. It had three openings--one that lay like a crack in the +northeast slope; another, the tunnel mouth through which we had come. +The third lifted itself out of the bowl, creeping up the precipitous +bare scarp of the western barrier straight to the north, clinging to the +ochreous rock up and up until it vanished around a far distant shoulder. + +It was a wide and bulwarked road, a road that spoke as clearly as though +it had tongue of human hands which had cut it there in the mountain's +breast. An ancient road weary beyond belief beneath the tread of +uncounted years. + +From the hollow the blind soul of loneliness groped out to greet us! + +Never had I felt such loneliness as that which lapped the lip of the +verdant bowl. It was tangible--as though it had been poured from some +reservoir of misery. A pool of despair-- + + +Half the width of the valley away the ruins began. Weirdly were they its +visible expression. They huddled in two bent rows to the bottom. They +crouched in a wide cluster against the cliffs. From the cluster a +curving row of them ran along the southern crest of the hollow. + +A flight of shattered, cyclopean steps lifted to a ledge and here a +crumbling fortress stood. + +Irresistibly did the ruins seem a colossal hag, flung prone, lying +listlessly, helplessly, against the barrier's base. The huddled lower +ranks were the legs, the cluster the body, the upper row an outflung +arm and above the neck of the stairway the ancient fortress, rounded +and with two huge ragged apertures in its northern front was an aged, +bleached and withered head staring, watching. + +I looked at Drake--the spell of the bowl was heavy upon him, his face +drawn. The Chinaman and Tibetan were murmuring, terror written large +upon them. + +“A hell of a joint!” Drake turned to me, a shadow of a grin lightening +the distress on his face. “But I'd rather chance it than go back. What +d'you say?” + +I nodded, curiosity mastering my oppression. We stepped over the rim, +rifles on the alert. Close behind us crowded the two servants and the +ponies. + +The vale was shallow, as I have said. We trod the fragments of an olden +approach to the green tunnel so the descent was not difficult. Here and +there beside the path upreared huge broken blocks. On them I thought +I could see faint tracings as of carvings--now a suggestion of gaping, +arrow-fanged dragon jaws, now the outline of a scaled body, a hint of +enormous, batlike wings. + +Now we had reached the first of the crumbling piles that stretched down +into the valley's center. + +Half fainting, I fell against Drake, clutching to him for support. + +A stream of utter hopelessness was racing upon us, swirling and eddying +around us, reaching to our hearts with ghostly fingers dripping with +despair. From every shattered heap it seemed to pour, rushing down the +road upon us like a torrent, engulfing us, submerging, drowning. + +Unseen it was--yet tangible as water; it sapped the life from every +nerve. Weariness filled me, a desire to drop upon the stones, to be +rolled away. To die. I felt Drake's body quivering even as mine; knew +that he was drawing upon every reserve of strength. + +“Steady,” he muttered. “Steady--” + +The Tibetan shrieked and fled, the ponies scrambling after him. Dimly +I remembered that mine carried precious specimens; a surge of anger +passed, beating back the anguish. I heard a sob from Chiu-Ming, saw him +drop. + +Drake stopped, drew him to his feet. We placed him between us, thrust +each an arm through his own. Then, like swimmers, heads bent, we pushed +on, buffeting that inexplicable invisible flood. + +As the path rose, its force lessened, my vitality grew, and the terrible +desire to yield and be swept away waned. Now we had reached the foot of +the cyclopean stairs, now we were half up them--and now as we struggled +out upon the ledge on which the watching fortress stood, the clutching +stream shoaled swiftly, the shoal became safe, dry land and the cheated, +unseen maelstrom swirled harmlessly beneath us. + +We stood erect, gasping for breath, again like swimmers who have fought +their utmost and barely, so barely, won. + +There was an almost imperceptible movement at the side of the ruined +portal. + +Out darted a girl. A rifle dropped from her hands. Straight she sped +toward me. + +And as she ran I recognized her. + +Ruth Ventnor! + +The flying figure reached me, threw soft arms around my neck, was +weeping in relieved gladness on my shoulder. + +“Ruth!” I cried. “What on earth are YOU doing here?” + +“Walter!” she sobbed. “Walter Goodwin--Oh, thank God! Thank God!” + +She drew herself from my arms, catching her breath; laughed shakily. + +I took swift stock of her. Save for fear upon her, she was the same Ruth +I had known three years before; wide, deep blue eyes that were now +all seriousness, now sparkling wells of mischief; petite, rounded and +tender; the fairest skin; an impudent little nose; shining clusters of +intractable curls; all human, sparkling and sweet. + +Drake coughed, insinuatingly. I introduced him. + +“I--I watched you struggling through that dreadful pit.” She shuddered. +“I could not see who you were, did not know whether friend or enemy--but +oh, my heart almost died in pity for you, Walter,” she breathed. “What +can it be--THERE?” + +I shook my head. + +“Martin could not see you,” she went on. “He was watching the road that +leads above. But I ran down--to help.” + +“Mart watching?” I asked. “Watching for what?” + +“I--” she hesitated oddly. “I think I'd rather tell you before him. It's +so strange--so incredible.” + +She led us through the broken portal and into the fortress. It was more +gigantic even than I had thought. The floor of the vast chamber we +had entered was strewn with fragments fallen from the crackling, +stone-vaulted ceiling. Through the breaks light streamed from the level +above us. + +We picked our way among the debris to a wide crumbling stairway, crept +up it, Ruth flitting ahead. We came out opposite one of the eye-like +apertures. Black against it, perched high upon a pile of blocks, I +recognized the long, lean outline of Ventnor, rifle in hand, gazing +intently up the ancient road whose windings were plain through the +opening. He had not heard us. + +“Martin,” called Ruth softly. + +He turned. A shaft of light from a crevice in the gap's edge struck his +face, flashing it out from the semidarkness of the corner in which he +crouched. I looked into the quiet gray eyes, upon the keen face. + +“Goodwin!” he shouted, tumbling down from his perch, shaking me by the +shoulders. “If I had been in the way of praying--you're the man I'd have +prayed for. How did you get here?” + +“Just wandering, Mart,” I answered. “But Lord! I'm sure GLAD to see +you.” + +“Which way did you come?” he asked, keenly. I threw my hand toward the +south. + +“Not through that hollow?” he asked incredulously. + +“And some hell of a place to get through,” Drake broke in. “It cost us +our ponies and all my ammunition.” + +“Richard Drake,” I said. “Son of old Alvin--you knew him, Mart.” + +“Knew him well,” cried Ventnor, seizing Dick's hand. “Wanted me to go to +Kamchatka to get some confounded sort of stuff for one of his devilish +experiments. Is he well?” + +“He's dead,” replied Dick soberly. + +“Oh!” said Ventnor. “Oh--I'm sorry. He was a great man.” + +Briefly I acquainted him with my wanderings, my encounter with Drake. + +“That place out there--” he considered us thoughtfully. “Damned if I +know what it is. Thought maybe it's gas--of a sort. If it hadn't been +for it we'd have been out of this hole two days ago. I'm pretty sure it +must be gas. And it must be much less than it was this morning, for then +we made an attempt to get through again--and couldn't.” + +I was hardly listening. Ventnor had certainly advanced a theory of our +unusual symptoms that had not occurred to me. That hollow might indeed +be a pocket into which a gas flowed; just as in the mines the deadly +coal damp collects in pits, flows like a stream along the passages. It +might be that--some odorless, colorless gas of unknown qualities; and +yet-- + +“Did you try respirators?” asked Dick. + +“Surely,” said Ventnor. “First off the go. But they weren't of any use. +The gas, if it is gas, seems to operate as well through the skin as +through the nose and mouth. We just couldn't make it--and that's all +there is to it. But if you made it--could we try it now, do you think?” + he asked eagerly. + +I felt myself go white. + +“Not--not for a little while,” I stammered. + +He nodded, understandingly. + +“I see,” he said. “Well, we'll wait a bit, then.” + +“But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the +mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?” asked Drake. + +“Go to it, Ruth,” Ventnor grinned. “Tell 'em. After all--it was YOUR +party you know.” + +“Mart!” she cried, blushing. + +“Well--it wasn't ME they admired,” he laughed. + +“Martin!” she cried again, and stamped her foot. + +“Shoot,” he said. “I'm busy. I've got to watch.” + +“Well”--Ruth's voice was uncertain--“we'd been hunting up in Kashmir. +Martin wanted to come over somewhere here. So we crossed the passes. +That was about a month ago. The fourth day out we ran across what looked +like a road running south. + +“We thought we'd take it. It looked sort of old and lost--but it was +going the way we wanted to go. It took us first into a country of little +hills; then to the very base of the great range itself; finally into the +mountains--and then it ran blank.” + +“Bing!” interjected Ventnor, looking around for a moment. “Bing--just +like that. Slap dash against a prodigious fall of rock. We couldn't get +over it.” + +“So we cast about to find another road,” went on Ruth. “All we could +strike were--just strikes.” + +“No fish on the end of 'em,” said Ventnor. “God! But I'm glad to see +you, Walter Goodwin. Believe me, I am. However--go on, Ruth.” + +“At the end of the second week,” she said, “we knew we were lost. We +were deep in the heart of the range. All around us was a forest of +enormous, snow-topped peaks. The gorges, the canyons, the valleys that +we tried led us east and west, north and south. + +“It was a maze, and in it we seemed to be going ever deeper. There was +not the SLIGHTEST sign of human life. It was as though no human beings +except ourselves had ever been there. Game was plentiful. We had no +trouble in getting food. And sooner or later, of course, we were bound +to find our way out. We didn't worry. + +“It was five nights ago that we camped at the head of a lovely little +valley. There was a mound that stood up like a tiny watch-tower, looking +down it. The trees grew round like tall sentinels. + +“We built our fire in that mound; and after we had eaten, Martin slept. +I sat watching the beauty of the skies and of the shadowy vale. I heard +no one approach--but something made me leap to my feet, look behind me. + +“A man was standing just within the glow of firelight, watching me.” + +“A Tibetan?” I asked. She shook her head, trouble in her eyes. + +“Not at all.” Ventnor turned his head. “Ruth screamed and awakened me. I +caught a glimpse of the fellow before he vanished. + +“A short purple mantle hung from his shoulders. His chest was covered +with fine chain mail. His legs were swathed and bound by the thongs of +his high buskins. He carried a small, round, hide-covered shield and a +short two-edged sword. His head was helmeted. He belonged, in fact--oh, +at least twenty centuries back.” + +He laughed in plain enjoyment of our amazement. + +“Go on, Ruth,” he said, and took up his watch. + +“But Martin did not see his face,” she went on. “And oh, but I wish I +could forget it. It was as white as mine, Walter, and cruel, so cruel; +the eyes glowed and they looked upon me like a--like a slave dealer. +They shamed me--I wanted to hide myself. + + “I cried out and Martin awakened. As he moved, the +man stepped out of the light and was gone. I think he had not seen +Martin; had believed that I was alone. + +“We put out the fire, moved farther into the shadow of the trees. But +I could not sleep--I sat hour after hour, my pistol in my hand,” she +patted the automatic in her belt, “my rifle close beside me. + +“The hours went by--dreadfully. At last I dozed. When I awakened again +it was dawn--and--and--” she covered her eyes, then: “TWO men were +looking down on me. One was he who had stood in the firelight.” + +“They were talking,” interrupted Ventnor again, “in archaic Persian.” + +“Persian,” I repeated blankly; “archaic Persian?” + +“Very much so,” he nodded. “I've a fair knowledge of the modern tongue, +and a rather unusual command of Arabic. The modern Persian, as you know, +comes straight through from the speech of Xerxes, of Cyrus, of Darius +whom Alexander of Macedon conquered. It has been changed mainly by +taking on a load of Arabic words. Well--there wasn't a trace of the +Arabic in the tongue they were speaking. + +“It sounded odd, of course--but I could understand quite easily. They +were talking about Ruth. To be explicit, they were discussing her with +exceeding frankness--” + +“Martin!” she cried wrathfully. + +“Well, all right,” he went on, half repentantly. “As a matter of fact, +I had seen the pair steal up. My rifle was under my hand. So I lay there +quietly, listening. + +“You can realize, Walter, that when I caught sight of those two, +looking as though they had materialized from Darius's ghostly hordes, +my scientific curiosity was aroused--prodigiously. So in my interest I +passed over the matter of their speech; not alone because I thought +Ruth asleep but also because I took into consideration that the mode +of polite expression changes with the centuries--and these gentlemen +clearly belonged at least twenty centuries back--the real truth is I was +consumed with curiosity. + +“They had got to a point where they were detailing with what pleasure a +certain mysterious person whom they seemed to regard with much fear and +respect would contemplate her. I was wondering how long my desire to +observe--for to the anthropologist they were most fascinating--could +hold my hand back from my rifle when Ruth awakened. + +“She jumped up like a little fury. Fired a pistol point blank at them. +Their amazement was--well--ludicrous. I know it seems incredible, but +they seemed to know nothing of firearms--they certainly acted as though +they didn't. + +“They simply flew into the timber. I took a pistol shot at one but +missed. Ruth hadn't though; she had winged her man; he left a red trail +behind him. + +“We didn't follow the trail. We made for the opposite direction--and as +fast as possible. + +“Nothing happened that day or night. Next morning, creeping up a slope, +we caught sight of a suspicious glitter a mile or two away in the +direction we were going. We sought shelter in a small ravine. In a +little while, over the hill and half a mile away from us, came about two +hundred of these fellows, marching along. + +“And they were indeed Darius's men. Men of that Persia which had been +dead for millenniums. There was no mistaking them, with their high, +covering shields, their great bows, their javelins and armor. + +“They passed; we doubled. We built no fires that night--and we ought to +have turned the pony loose, but we didn't. It carried my instruments, +and ammunition, and I felt we were going to need the latter. + +“The next morning we caught sight of another band--or the same. We +turned again. We stole through a tree-covered plain; we struck an +ancient road. It led south, into the peaks again. We followed it. It +brought us here. + +“It isn't, as you observe, the most comfortable of places. We struck +across the hollow to the crevice--we knew nothing of the entrance +you came through. The hollow was not pleasant, either. But it was +penetrable, then. + +“We crossed. As we were about to enter the cleft there issued out of it +a most unusual and disconcerting chorus of sounds--wailings, crashings, +splinterings.” + +I started, shot a look at Dick; absorbed, he was drinking in Ventnor's +every word. + +“So unusual, so--well, disconcerting is the best word I can think of, +that we were not encouraged to proceed. Also the peculiar unpleasantness +of the hollow was increasing rapidly. + +“We made the best time we could back to the fortress. And when next +we tried to go through the hollow, to search for another outlet--we +couldn't. You know why,” he ended abruptly. + +“But men in ancient armor. Men like those of Darius.” Dick broke the +silence that had followed this amazing recital. “It's incredible!” + +“Yes,” agreed Ventnor, “isn't it. But there they were. Of course, I +don't maintain that they WERE relics of Darius's armies. They might have +been of Xerxes before him--or of Artaxerxes after him. But there they +certainly were, Drake, living, breathing replicas of exceedingly ancient +Persians. + +“Why, they might have been the wall carvings on the tomb of Khosroes +come to life. I mention Darius because he fits in with the most +plausible hypothesis. When Alexander the Great smashed his empire he did +it rather thoroughly. There wasn't much sympathy for the vanquished +in those days. And it's entirely conceivable that a city or two in +Alexander's way might have gathered up a fleeting regiment or so for +protection and have decided not to wait for him, but to hunt for cover. + +“Naturally, they would have gone into the almost inaccessible heart of +the high ranges. There is nothing impossible in the theory that they +found shelter at last up here. As long as history runs this has been +a well-nigh unknown land. Penetrating some mountain-guarded, easily +defended valley they might have decided to settle down for a time, have +rebuilt a city, raised a government; laying low, in a sentence, waiting +for the storm to blow over. + +“Why did they stay? Well, they might have found the new life more +pleasant than the old. And they might have been locked in their valley +by some accident--landslides, rockfalls sealing up the entrance. There +are a dozen reasonable possibilities.” + +“But those who hunted you weren't locked in,” objected Drake. + +“No,” Ventnor grinned ruefully. “No, they certainly weren't. Maybe we +drifted into their preserves by a way they don't know. Maybe they've +found another way out. I'm sure I don't know. But I DO know what I saw.” + +“The noises, Martin,” I said, for his description of these had been the +description of those we had heard in the blue valley. “Have you heard +them since?” + +“Yes,” he answered, hesitating oddly. + +“And you think those--those soldiers you saw are still hunting for you?” + +“Haven't a doubt of it,” he replied more cheerfully. “They didn't look +like chaps who would give up a hunt easily--at least not a hunt for such +novel, interesting, and therefore desirable and delectable game as we +must have appeared to them.” + +“Martin,” I said decisively, “where's your pony? We'll try the hollow +again, at once. There's Ruth--and we'd never be able to hold back such +numbers as you've described.” + +“You feel strong enough to try it?” + + + + +CHAPTER IV. METAL WITH A BRAIN + +The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety +which until now he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my +shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale. + +“I certainly DO.” I was once more master of myself. “Drake--don't you +agree?” + +“Sure,” he replied. “Sure. I'll look after Ruth--er--I mean Miss +Ventnor.” + +The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded abruptly; his +face grew somber. + +“Wait,” he said. “I carried away some--some exhibits from the crevice of +the noises, Goodwin.” + +“What kind of exhibits?” I asked, eagerly. + +“Put 'em where they'd be safe,” he continued. “I've an idea they're far +more curious than our armored men--and of far more importance. At any +rate, we must take them with us. + +“Go with Ruth, you and Drake, and look at them. And bring them back with +the pony. Then we'll make a start. A few minutes more probably won't +make much difference--but hurry.” + +He turned back to his watch. Ordering Chiu-Ming to stay with him I +followed Ruth and Drake down the ruined stairway. At the bottom she came +to me, laid little hands on my shoulders. + +“Walter,” she breathed, “I'm frightened. I'm so frightened I'm afraid to +tell even Mart. He doesn't like them, either, these little things you're +going to see. He likes them so little that he's afraid to let me know +how little he does like them.” + +“But what are they? What's to fear about them?” asked Drake. + +“See what you think!” She led us slowly, almost reluctantly toward the +rear of the fortress. “They lay in a little heap at the mouth of the +cleft where we heard the noises. Martin picked them up and dropped them +in a sack before we ran through the hollow. + +“They're grotesque and they're almost CUTE, and they make me feel as +though they were the tiniest tippy-tip of the claw of some incredibly +large cat just stealing around the corner, a terrible cat, a cat as big +as a mountain,” she ended breathlessly. + +We climbed through the crumbling masonry into a central, open court. +Here a clear spring bubbled up in a ruined and choked stone basin; close +to the ancient well was their pony, contentedly browsing in the thick +grass that grew around it. From one of its hampers Ruth took a large +cloth bag. + +“To carry them,” she said, and trembled. + +We passed through what had once been a great door into another chamber +larger than that we had just left; and it was in better preservation, +the ceiling unbroken, the light dim after the blazing sun of the court. +Near its center she halted us. + +Before me ran a two-feet-wide ragged crack, splitting the floor and +dropping down into black depths. Beyond was an expanse of smooth +flagging, almost clear of debris. + +Drake gave a low whistle. I followed his pointing finger. In the wall +at the end whirled two enormous dragon shapes, cut in low relief. Their +gigantic wings, their monstrous coils, covered the nearly unbroken +surface, and these CHIMERAE were the shapes upon the upthrust blocks of +the haunted roadway. + +In Ruth's gaze I read a nameless fear, a half shuddering fascination. + +But she was not looking at the cavern dragons. + +Her gaze was fixed upon what at my first glance seemed to be a raised +and patterned circle in the dust-covered floor. Not more than a foot in +width, it shone wanly with a pale, metallic bluish luster, as though, +I thought, it had been recently polished. Compared with the wall's +tremendous winged figures this floor design was trivial, ludicrously +insignificant. What could there be about it to stamp that dread upon +Ruth's face? + +I leaped the crevice; Dick joined me. Now I could see that the ring was +not continuous. Its broken circle was made of sharply edged cubes about +an inch in height, separated from each other with mathematical exactness +by another inch of space. I counted them--there were nineteen. + +Almost touching them with their bases were an equal number of pyramids, +of tetrahedrons, as sharply angled and of similar length. They lay on +their sides with tips pointing starlike to six spheres clustered like +a conventionalized five petaled primrose in the exact center. Five of +these spheres--the petals--were, I roughly calculated, about an inch and +a half in diameter, the ball they enclosed larger by almost an inch. + +So orderly was their arrangement, so much like a geometrical design +nicely done by some clever child that I hesitated to disturb it. I bent, +and stiffened, the first touch of dread upon me. + +For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was a miniature +replica of the giant track in the poppied valley! + +It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing force, the +same die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion--and pointing +toward the globes were the claw marks of the four spreading star points. + +I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids. It seemed to cling +to the rock; it was with effort that I wrenched it away. It gave to the +touch a slight sensation of warmth--how can I describe it?--a warmth +that was living. + +I weighed it in my hand. It was oddly heavy, twice the weight, I should +say, of platinum. I drew out a glass and examined it. Decidedly the +pyramid was metallic, but of finest, almost silken texture--and I could +not place it among any of the known metals. It certainly was none I +had ever seen; yet it was as certainly metal. It was striated--slender +filaments radiating from tiny, dully lustrous points within the polished +surface. + +And suddenly I had the weird feeling that each of these points was an +eye, peering up at me, scrutinizing me. There came a startled cry from +Dick. + +“Look at the ring!” + +The ring was in motion! + +Faster the cubes moved; faster the circle revolved; the pyramids raised +themselves, stood bolt upright on their square bases; the six rolling +spheres touched them, joined the spinning, and with sleight-of-hand +suddenness the ring drew together; its units coalesced, cubes and +pyramids and globes threading with a curious suggestion of ferment. + +With the same startling abruptness there stood erect, where but a moment +before they had seethed, a little figure, grotesque; a weirdly humorous, +a vaguely terrifying foot-high shape, squared and angled and pointed and +ANIMATE--as though a child should build from nursery blocks a fantastic +shape which abruptly is filled with throbbing life. + +A troll from the kindergarten! A kobold of the toys! + +Only for a second it stood, then began swiftly to change, melting +with quicksilver quickness from one outline into another as square +and triangle and spheres changed places. Their shiftings were like the +transformations one sees within a kaleidoscope. And in each vanishing +form was the suggestion of unfamiliar harmonies, of a subtle, a +transcendental geometric art as though each swift shaping were a symbol, +a WORD-- + +Euclid's problems given volition! + +Geometry endowed with consciousness! + +It ceased. Then the cubes drew one upon the other until they formed +a pedestal nine inches high; up this pillar rolled the larger globe, +balanced itself upon the top; the five spheres followed it, clustered +like a ring just below it. The other cubes raced up, clicked two by two +on the outer arc of each of the five balls; at the ends of these twin +blocks a pyramid took its place, tipping each with a point. + +The Lilliputian fantasy was now a pedestal of cubes surmounted by a ring +of globes from which sprang a star of five arms. + +The spheres began to revolve. Faster and faster they spun around the +base of the crowning globe; the arms became a disc upon which tiny +brilliant sparks appeared, clustered, vanished only to reappear in +greater number. + +The troll swept toward me. It GLIDED. The finger of panic touched me. I +sprang aside, and swift as light it followed, seemed to poise itself to +leap. + +“Drop it!” It was Ruth's cry. + +But, before I could let fall the pyramid I had forgotten was in my hand, +the little figure touched me and a paralyzing shock ran through me. My +fingers clenched, locked. I stood, muscle and nerve bound, unable to +move. + +The little figure paused. Its whirling disc shifted from the horizontal +plane on which it spun. It was as though it cocked its head to look up +at me--and again I had the sense of innumerable eyes peering at me. It +did not seem menacing--its attitude was inquisitive, waiting; almost as +though it had asked for something and wondered why I did not let it have +it. The shock still held me rigid, although a tingle in every nerve told +me of returning force. + +The disc tilted back to place, bent toward me again. I heard a shout; +heard a bullet strike the pigmy that now clearly menaced; heard the +bullet ricochet without the slightest effect upon it. Dick leaped beside +me, raised a foot and kicked at the thing. There was a flash of light +and upon the instant he crashed down as though struck by a giant hand, +lay sprawling and inert upon the floor. + +There was a scream from Ruth; there was softly sibilant rustling all +about her. I saw her leap the crevice, drop on her knees beside Drake. + +There was movement on the flagging where she stood. A score or more of +faintly shining, bluish shapes were marching there--pyramids and cubes +and spheres like those forming the shape that stood before me. There was +a curious sharp tang of ozone in the air, a perceptible tightening as of +electrical tension. + +They swept to the edge of the fissure, swam together, and there, hanging +half over the gap was a bridge, half spanning it, a weird and fairy arch +made up of alternate cube and angle. The shape at my feet disintegrated; +resolved itself into units that raced over to the beckoning span. + +At the hither side of the crack they clicked into place, even as had the +others. Before me now was a bridge complete except for the one arc near +the middle where an angled gap marred it. + +I felt the little object I held pulse within my hand, striving to +escape. I dropped it. The tiny shape swept to the bridge, ascended +it--dropped into the gap. + +The arch was complete--hanging in one flying span over the depths! + +Upon it, over it, as though they had but awaited this completion, rolled +the six globes. And as they dropped to the farther side the end of the +bridge nearest me raised itself in air, curved itself like a scorpion's +tail, drew itself into a closer circled arc, and dropped upon the floor +beyond. + +Again the sibilant rustling--and cubes and pyramids and spheres were +gone. + +Nerves tingling slowly back to life, mazed in absolute bewilderment, +my gaze sought Drake. He was sitting up, feebly, his head supported by +Ruth's hands. + +“Goodwin!” he whispered. “What--what were they?” + +“Metal,” I said--it was the only word to which my whirling mind could +cling--“metal--” + +“Metal!” he echoed. “These things metal? Metal--ALIVE AND THINKING!” + +Suddenly he was silent, his face a page on which, visibly, dread +gathered slowly and ever deeper. + +And as I looked at Ruth, white-faced, and at him, I knew that my own was +as pallid, as terror-stricken as theirs. + +“They were such LITTLE THINGS,” muttered Drake. “Such little +things--bits of metal--little globes and pyramids and cubes--just little +THINGS.” + +“Babes! Only babes!” It was Ruth--“BABES!” + +“Bits of metal”--Dick's gaze sought mine, held it--“and they looked for +each other, they worked with each other--THINKINGLY, CONSCIOUSLY--they +were deliberate, purposeful--little things--and with the force of a +score of dynamos--living, THINKING--” + +“Don't!” Ruth laid white hands over his eyes. “Don't--don't YOU be +frightened!” + +“Frightened?” he echoed. “I'M not afraid--yes, I AM afraid--” + +He arose, stiffly--and stumbled toward me. + +Afraid? Drake afraid. Well--so was I. Bitterly, TERRIBLY afraid. + +For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, ruined chamber was +outside all experience, beyond all knowledge or dream of science. Not +their shapes--that was nothing. Not even that, being metal, they had +moved. + +But that being metal, they had moved consciously, thoughtfully, +deliberately. + +They were metal things with--MINDS! + +That--that was the incredible, the terrifying thing. That--and their +power. + +Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb--and thinking. The lightnings +incarnate in metal minacules--and thinking. + +The inert, the immobile, given volition, movement, +cognoscence--thinking. + +Metal with a brain! + + + + +CHAPTER V. THE SMITING THING + +Silently we looked at each other, and silently we passed out of the +courtyard. The dread was heavy upon me. The twilight was stealing upon +the close-clustered peaks. Another hour, and their amethyst-and-purple +mantles would drop upon them; snowfields and glaciers sparkle out in +irised beauty; nightfall. + +As I gazed upon them I wondered to what secret place within their +brooding immensities the little metal mysteries had fled. And to what +myriads, it might be, of their kind? And these hidden hordes--of what +shapes were they? Of what powers? Small like these, or--or-- + +Quick on the screen of my mind flashed two pictures, side by side--the +little four-rayed print in the great dust of the crumbling ruin and its +colossal twin on the breast of the poppied valley. + +I turned aside, crept through the shattered portal and looked over the +haunted hollow. + +Unbelieving, I rubbed my eyes; then leaped to the very brim of the bowl. + +A lark had risen from the roof of one of the shattered heaps and had +flown caroling up into the shadowy sky. + +A flock of the little willow warblers flung themselves across the +valley, scolding and gossiping; a hare sat upright in the middle of the +ancient roadway. + +The valley itself lay serenely under the ambering light, smiling, +peaceful--emptied of horror! + +I dropped over the side, walked cautiously down the road up which but +an hour or so before we had struggled so desperately; paced farther and +farther with an increasing confidence and a growing wonder. + +Gone was that soul of loneliness; vanished the whirlpool of despair that +had striven to drag us down to death. + +The bowl was nothing but a quiet, smiling lovely little hollow in the +hills. I looked back. Even the ruins had lost their sinister shape; were +time-worn, crumbling piles--nothing more. + +I saw Ruth and Drake run out upon the ledge and beckon me; made my way +back to them, running. + +“It's all right,” I shouted. “The place is all right.” + +I stumbled up the side; joined them. + +“It's empty,” I cried. “Get Martin and Chiu-Ming quick! While the way's +open--” + +A rifle-shot rang out above us; another and another. From the portal +scampered Chiu-Ming, his robe tucked up about his knees. + +“They come!” he gasped. “They come!” + +There was a flashing of spears high up the winding mountain path. Down +it was pouring an avalanche of men. I caught the glint of helmets and +corselets. Those in the van were mounted, galloping two abreast upon +sure-footed mountain ponies. Their short swords, lifted high, flickered. + +After the horsemen swarmed foot soldiers, a forest of shining points and +dully gleaming pikes above them. Clearly to us came their battlecries. + +Again Ventnor's rifle cracked. One of the foremost riders went down; +another stumbled over him, fell. The rush was checked for an instant, +milling upon the road. + +“Dick,” I cried, “rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. We'll follow. We +can hold them there. I'll get Martin. Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick.” + +I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by side the Chinaman +and I ran back through the gateway. I pointed to the animal and rushed +back into the fortress. + +“Quick, Mart!” I shouted up the shattered stairway. “We can get through +the hollow. Ruth and Drake are on their way to the break we came +through. Hurry!” + +“All right. Just a minute,” he called. + +I heard him empty his magazine with almost machine-gun quickness. +There was a short pause, and down the broken steps he leaped, gray eyes +blazing. + +“The pony?” He ran beside me toward the portal. “All my ammunition is on +him.” + +“Chiu-Ming's taking care of that,” I gasped. + +We darted out of the gateway. A good five hundred yards away were Ruth +and Drake, running straight to the green tunnel's mouth. Between them +and us was Chiu-Ming urging on the pony. + +As we sped after him I looked back. The horsemen had recovered, were +now a scant half-mile from where the road swept past the fortress. I saw +that with their swords the horsemen bore great bows. A little cloud of +arrows sparkled from them; fell far short. + +“Don't look back,” grunted Ventnor. “Stretch yourself, Walter. There's a +surprise coming. Hope to God I judged the time right.” + +We turned off the ruined way; raced over the sward. + +“If it looks as though--we can't make it,” he panted, “YOU beat it after +the rest. I'll try to hold 'em until you get into the tunnel. Never do +for 'em to get Ruth.” + +“Right.” My own breathing was growing labored, “WE'LL hold them. Drake +can take care of Ruth.” + +“Good boy,” he said. “I wouldn't have asked you. It probably means +death.” + +“Very well,” I gasped, irritated. “But why borrow trouble?” + +He reached out, touched me. + +“You're right, Walter,” he grinned. “It does--seem--like carrying +coals--to Newcastle.” + +There was a thunderous booming behind us; a shattering crash. A cloud of +smoke and dust hung over the northern end of the ruined fortress. + +It lifted swiftly, and I saw that the whole side of the structure had +fallen, littering the road with its fragments. Scattered prone among +these were men and horses; others staggered, screaming. On the farther +side of this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters +behind a sudden fallen tree. + +“Timed to a second!” cried Ventnor. “Hold 'em for a while. Fuses and +dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right on 'em, by the Lord!” + +On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth and Dick less than +half a mile from the opening of the green tunnel. I saw Drake stop, +raise his rifle, empty it before him, and, holding Ruth by the hand, +race back toward us. + +Even as he turned, the vine-screened entrance through which we had come, +through which we had thought lay safety, streamed other armored men. We +were outflanked. + +“To the fissure!” shouted Ventnor. Drake heard, for he changed +his course to the crevice at whose mouth Ruth had said the--Little +Things--had lain. + +After him streaked Chiu-Ming, urging on the pony. Shouting out of the +tunnel, down over the lip of the bowl, leaped the soldiers. We dropped +upon our knees, sent shot after shot into them. They fell back, +hesitated. We sprang up, sped on. + +All too short was the check, but once more we held them--and again. + +Now Ruth and Dick were a scant fifty yards from the crevice. I saw him +stop, push her from him toward it. She shook her head. + +Now Chiu-Ming was with them. Ruth sprang to the pony, lifted from its +back a rifle. Then into the mass of their pursuers Drake and she poured +a fusillade. They huddled, wavered, broke for cover. + +“A chance!” gasped Ventnor. + +Behind us was a wolflike yelping. The first pack had re-formed; had +crossed the barricade the dynamite had made; was rushing upon us. + +I ran as I had never known I could. Over us whined the bullets from +the covering guns. Close were we now to the mouth of the fissure. If +we could but reach it. Close, close were our pursuers, too--the arrows +closer. + +“No use!” said Ventnor. “We can't make it. Meet 'em from the front. +Drop--and shoot.” + +We threw ourselves down, facing them. There came a triumphant shouting. +And in that strange sharpening of the senses that always goes hand +in hand with deadly peril, that is indeed nature's summoning of every +reserve to meet that peril, my eyes took them in with photographic +nicety--the linked mail, lacquered blue and scarlet, of the horsemen; +brown, padded armor of the footmen; their bows and javelins and short +bronze swords, their pikes and shields; and under their round helmets +their cruel, bearded faces--white as our own where the black beards did +not cover them; their fierce and mocking eyes. + +The springs of ancient Persia's long dead power, these. Men of Xerxes's +ruthless, world-conquering hordes; the lustful, ravening wolves of +Darius whom Alexander scattered--in this world of ours twenty centuries +beyond their time! + +Swiftly, accurately, even as I scanned them, we had been drilling into +them. They advanced deliberately, heedless of their fallen. Their arrows +had ceased to fly. I wondered why, for now we were well within their +range. Had they orders to take us alive--at whatever cost to themselves? + +“I've got only about ten cartridges left, Martin,” I told him. + +“We've saved Ruth anyway,” he said. “Drake ought to be able to hold that +hole in the wall. He's got lots of ammunition on the pony. But they've +got us.” + +Another wild shouting; down swept the pack. + +We leaped to our feet, sent our last bullets into them; stood ready, +rifles clubbed to meet the rush. I heard Ruth scream-- + +What was the matter with the armored men? Why had they halted? What was +it at which they were glaring over our heads? And why had the rifle fire +of Ruth and Drake ceased so abruptly? + +Simultaneously we turned. + +Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, +a woman--beautiful, awesome, incredible! + +She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils +of pale amber, she seemed taller even than tall Drake. Yet it was not +her height that sent through me the thrill of awe, of half incredulous +terror which, relaxing my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor +was it that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled +and pennoned like a misty banner of woven copper flames--no, nor that +through her veils her body gleamed faint radiance. + +It was her eyes--her great, wide eyes whose clear depths were like +pools of living star fires. They shone from her white face--not +phosphorescent, not merely lucent and light reflecting, but as though +they themselves were SOURCES of the cold white flames of far stars--and +as calm as those stars themselves. + +And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish nothing but the +eyes, I sensed something unearthly. + +“God!” whispered Ventnor. “What IS she?” + +The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from her were Ruth +and Drake and Chiu-Ming, their rigid attitudes revealing the same shock +of awe that had momentarily paralyzed me. + +She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, +Chiu-Ming hang back. The great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She +raised a hand, motioned us to approach. + +I turned. There stood the host that had poured down the mountain road, +horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen--a full thousand of them. At my right were +the scattered company that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore +or more. + +There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, like automatons, +only their fiercely staring eyes showing that they were alive. + +“Quick,” breathed Ventnor. + +We ran toward her who had checked death even while its jaws were closing +upon us. + +Before we had gone half-way, as though our flight had broken whatever +bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a wild shouting, +a clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in +motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as yet--but I knew that soon that +hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down upon us, engulf us. + +“To the crevice,” I shouted to Drake. He paid no heed to me, nor did +Ruth--their gaze fastened upon the swathed woman. + +Ventnor's hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown +up her head. The cloudy METALLIC hair billowed as though wind had blown +it. + +From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly +disquieting, golden and sweet--and laden with the eery, minor wailings +of the blue valley's night, the dragoned chamber. + +Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of +the crevice score upon score of the metal things. The fissures vomited +them! + +Globes and cubes and pyramids--not small like those of the ruins, but +shapes all of four feet high, dully lustrous, and deep within that +luster the myriads of tiny points of light like unwinking, staring eyes. + +They swirled, eddied and formed a barricade between us and the armored +men. + +Down upon them poured a shower of arrows from the soldiers. I heard the +shouts of their captains; they rushed. They had courage--those men--yes! + +Again came the woman's cry--golden, peremptory. + +Sphere and block and pyramid ran together, seemed to seethe. I had +again that sense of a quicksilver melting. Up from them thrust a thick +rectangular column. Eight feet in width and twenty feet high, it shaped +itself. Out from its left side, from right side, sprang arms--fearful +arms that grew and grew as globe and cube and angle raced up the +column's side and clicked into place each upon, each after, the other. +With magical quickness the arms lengthened. + +Before us stood a monstrous shape; a geometric prodigy. A shining angled +pillar that, though rigid, immobile, seemed to crouch, be instinct with +living force striving to be unleashed. + +Two great globes surmounted it--like the heads of some two-faced Janus +of an alien world. + +At the left and right the knobbed arms, now fully fifty feet in +length, writhed, twisted, straightened; flexing themselves in grotesque +imitation of a boxer. And at the end of each of the six arms the spheres +were clustered thick, studded with the pyramids--again in gigantic, +awful, parody of the spiked gloves of those ancient gladiators who +fought for imperial Nero. + +For an instant it stood here, preening, testing itself like an +athlete--a chimera, amorphous yet weirdly symmetric--under the darkening +sky, in the green of the hollow, the armored hosts frozen before it-- + +And then--it struck! + +Out flashed two of the arms, with a glancing motion, with appalling +force. They sliced into the close-packed forward ranks of the armored +men; cut out of them two great gaps. + +Sickened, I saw fragments of man and horse fly. Another arm javelined +from its place like a flying snake, clicked at the end of another, +became a hundred-foot chain which swirled like a flail through the +huddling mass. Down upon a knot of the soldiers with a straight-forward +blow drove a third arm, driving through them like a giant punch. + +All that host which had driven us from the ruins threw down sword, +spear, and pike; fled shrieking. The horsemen spurred their mounts, +riding heedless over the footmen who fled with them. + +The Smiting Thing seemed to watch them go with--AMUSEMENT! + +Before they could cover a hundred yards it had disintegrated. I heard +the little wailing sounds--then behind the fleeing men, close behind +them, rose the angled pillar; into place sprang the flexing arms, and +again it took its toll of them. + +They scattered, running singly, by twos, in little groups, for the sides +of the valley. They were like rats scampering in panic over the bottom +of a great green bowl. And like a monstrous cat the shape played with +them--yes, PLAYED. + +It melted once more--took new form. Where had been pillar and flailing +arms was now a tripod thirty feet high, its legs alternate globe and +cube and upon its apex a wide and spinning ring of sparkling spheres. +Out from the middle of this ring stretched a tentacle--writhing, +undulating like a serpent of steel, four score yards at least in length. + +At its end cube, globe and pyramid had mingled to form a huge trident. +With the three long prongs of this trident the thing struck, swiftly, +with fearful precision--JOYOUSLY--tining those who fled, forking them, +tossing them from its points high in air. + +It was, I think, that last touch of sheer horror, the playfulness of the +Smiting Thing, that sent my dry tongue to the roof of my terror-parched +mouth, and held open with monstrous fascination eyes that struggled to +close. + +Ever the armored men fled from it, and ever was it swifter than they, +teetering at their heels on its tripod legs. + +From half its length the darting snake streamed red rain. + +I heard a sigh from Ruth; wrested my gaze from the hollow; turned. She +lay fainting in Drake's arms. + +Beside the two the swathed woman stood, looking out upon that slaughter, +calm and still, shrouded with an unearthly tranquillity--viewing it, it +came to me, with eyes impersonal, cold, indifferent as the untroubled +stars which look down upon hurricane and earthquake in this world of +ours. + +There was a rushing of many feet at our left; a wail from Chiu-Ming. +Were they maddened by fear, driven by despair, determined to slay before +they themselves were slain? I do not know. But those who still lived of +the men from the tunnel mouth were charging us. + +They clustered close, their shields held before them. They had no bows, +these men. They moved swiftly down upon us in silence--swords and pikes +gleaming. + +The Smiting Thing rocked toward us, the metal tentacle straining out +like a rigid, racing serpent, flying to cut between its weird mistress +and those who menaced her. + +I heard Chiu-Ming scream; saw him throw up his hands, cover his +eyes--run straight upon the pikes! + +“Chiu-Ming!” I shouted. “Chiu-Ming! This way!” + +I ran toward him. Before I had gone five paces Ventnor flashed by me, +revolver spitting. I saw a spear thrown. It struck the Chinaman squarely +in the breast. He tottered--fell upon his knees. + +Even as he dropped, the giant flail swept down upon the soldiers. It +swept through them like a scythe through ripe grain. It threw them, +broken and torn, far toward the valley's sloping sides. It left only +fragments that bore no semblance to men. + +Ventnor was at Chiu-Ming's head; I dropped beside him. There was a +crimson froth upon his lips. + +“I thought that Shin-Je was about to slay us,” he whispered. “Fear +blinded me.” + +His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still. + +We arose, looked about us dazedly. At the side of the crevice stood the +woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his arms about Ruth, her head hidden +on his breast. + +The valley was empty--save for the huddled heaps that dotted it. + +High up on the mountain path a score of figures crept, all that were +left of those who but a little before had streamed down to take us +captive or to slay. High up in the darkening heavens the lammergeiers, +the winged scavengers of the Himalayas, were gathering. + +The woman lifted her hand, beckoned us once more. Slowly we walked +toward her, stood before her. The great clear eyes searched us--but no +more intently than our own wondering eyes did her. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. NORHALA OF THE LIGHTNINGS + +We looked upon a vision of loveliness such, I think, as none has beheld +since Trojan Helen was a maid. At first all I could note were the eyes, +clear as rain-washed April skies, crystal clear as some secret spring +sacred to crescented Diana. Their wide gray irises were flecked with +golden amber and sapphire--flecks that shone like clusters of little +aureate and azure stars. + +Then with a strange thrill of wonder I saw that these tiny +constellations were not in the irises alone; that they clustered even +within the pupils--deep within them, like far-flung stars in the depths +of velvety, midnight heavens. + +Whence had come those cold fires that had flared from them, I +wondered--more menacing, far more menacing, in their cold tranquillity +than the hot flames of wrath? These eyes were not perilous--no. Calm +they were and still--yet in them a shadow of interest flickered; a ghost +of friendliness smiled. + +Above them were level, delicately penciled brows of bronze. The lips +were coral crimson and--asleep. Sweet were those lips as ever master +painter, dreaming his dream of the very soul of woman's sweetness, +saw in vision and limned upon his canvas--and asleep, nor wistful for +awakening. + +A proud, straight nose; a broad low brow, and over it the masses of the +tendriling tresses--tawny, lustrous topaz, cloudy, METALLIC. Like spun +silk of ruddy copper; and misty as the wisps of cloud that Soul'tze, +Goddess of Sleep, sets in the skies of dawn to catch the wandering +dreams of lovers. + +Down from the wondrous face melted the rounded column of her throat +to merge into exquisite curves of shoulders and breasts, half revealed +beneath the swathing veils. + +But upon that face, within her eyes, kissing her red lips and clothing +her breasts, was something unearthly. + +Something that came straight out of the still mysteries of the +star-filled spaces; out of the ordered, the untroubled, the illimitable +void. + +A passionless spirit that watched over the human passion in the scarlet +mouth, in every slumbering, sculptured line of her--guarding her against +its awakening. + +Twilight calm dropping down from the sun sleep to still the restless +mountain tarn. Ishtar dreamlessly asleep within Nirvana. + +Something not of this world we know--and yet of it as the winds of the +Cosmos are to the summer breeze, the ocean to the wave, the lightnings +to the glowworm. + +“She isn't--human,” I heard Ventnor whispering at my ear. “Look at her +eyes; look at the skin of her--” + +Her skin was white as milk of pearls; gossamer fine, silken and creamy; +translucent as though a soft brilliancy dwelt within it. Beside it +Ruth's fair skin was like some sun-and-wind-roughened country lass's to +Titania's. + +She studied us as though she were seeing for the first time beings of +her own kind. She spoke--and her voice was elfin distant, chimingly +sweet like hidden little golden bells; filled with that tranquil, far +off spirit that was part of her--as though indeed a tiny golden chime +should ring out from the silences, speak for them, find tongues for +them. The words were hesitating, halting as though the lips that uttered +them found speech strange--as strange as the clear eyes found our +images. + +And the words were Persian--purest, most ancient Persian. + +“I am Norhala,” the golden voice chimed forth, whispered down into +silence. “I am Norhala.” + +She shook her head impatiently. A hand stole forth from beneath her +veils, slender, long-fingered with nails like rosy pearls; above the +wrist was coiled a golden dragon with wicked little crimson eyes. The +slender white hand touched Ruth's head, turned it until the strange, +flecked orbs looked directly into the misty ones of blue. + +Long they gazed--and deep. Then she who had named herself Norhala thrust +out a finger, touched the tear that hung upon Ruth's curled lashes, +regarded it wonderingly. + +Something of recognition, of memory, seemed to awaken within her. + +“You are--troubled?” she asked with that halting effort. + +Ruth shook her head. + +“THEY--do not trouble you?” + +She pointed to the huddled heaps strewing the hollow. And then I saw +whence the light which had streamed from her great eyes came. For the +little azure and golden stars paled, trembled, then flashed out like +galaxies of tiny, clustered silver suns. + +From that weird radiance Ruth shrank, affrighted. + +“No--no,” she gasped. “I weep for--HIM.” + +She pointed where Chiu-Ming lay, a brown blotch at the edge of the +shattered men. + +“For--him?” There was puzzlement in the faint voice. “For--that? But +why?” + +She looked at Chiu-Ming--and I knew that to her the sight of the +crumpled form carried no recognition of the human, nothing of kin to +her. There was a faint wonder in her eyes, no longer light-filled, when +at last she turned back to us. Long she considered us. + +“Now,” she broke the silence, “now something stirs within me that it +seems has long been sleeping. It bids me take you with me. Come!” + +Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice. We looked at each +other, seeking council, decision. + +“Chiu-Ming,” Drake spoke. “We can't leave him like that. At least let's +cover him from the vultures.” + +“Come.” The woman had reached the mouth of the fissure. + +“I'm afraid! Oh, Martin--I'm afraid.” Ruth reached little trembling +hands to her tall brother. + +“Come!” Norhala called again. There was an echo of harshness, a +clanging, peremptory and inexorable, in the chiming. + +Ventnor shrugged his shoulders. + +“Come, then,” he said. + +With one last look at the Chinese, the lammergeiers already circling +about him, we walked to the crevice. Norhala waited, silent, brooding +until we passed her; then glided behind us. + +Before we had gone ten paces I saw that the place was no fissure. It +was a tunnel, a passage hewn by human hands, its walls covered with the +writhing dragon lines, its roof the mountain. + +The swathed woman swept by us. Swiftly we followed her. Far, far ahead +was a wan gleaming. It quivered, a faintly shimmering, ghostly curtain, +a full mile away. + +Now it was close; we passed through it and were out of the tunnel. +Before us stretched a narrow gorge, a sword slash in the body of the +towering giant under whose feet the tunnel crept. High above was the +ribbon of the sky. + +The sides were dark, but it came to me that here were no trees, no +verdure of any kind. Its floor was strewn with boulders, fantastically +shaped, almost indistinguishable in the fast closing dark. + +Twin monoliths bulwarked the passage end; the gigantic stones were +leaning, crumbling. Fissures radiated from the opening, like deep +wrinkles in the rock, showing where earth warping, range pressure, had +long been working to close this hewn way. + +“Stop,” Norhala's abrupt, golden note halted us; and again through the +clear eyes I saw the white starshine flash. + +“It may be well--” She spoke as though to herself. “It may be well to +close this way. It is not needed--” + +Her voice rang out again, vibrant, strangely disquieting, harmonious. +Murmurous chanting it was at first, rhythmic and low; ripples and +flutings, tones and progressions utterly unknown to me; unfamiliar, +abrupt, and alien themes that kept returning, droppings of crystal-clear +jewels of sound, golden tollings--and all ordered, mathematical, +GEOMETRIC, even as had been the gestures of the shapes; Lilliputians of +the ruins, Brobdignagian of the haunted hollow. + +What was it? I had it--IT WAS THOSE GESTURES TRANSFORMED INTO SOUND! + +There was a movement down by the tunnel mouth. It grew more rapid, +seemed to vibrate with her song. Within the darkness there were +little flashes; glimmerings of light began to come and go--like +little awakenings of eyes of soft, jeweled flames, like giant gorgeous +fireflies; flashes of cloudy amber, gleam of rose, sparkles of diamonds +and of opals, of emeralds and of rubies--blinking, gleaming. + +A shimmering mist drew down around them--a swift and swirling mist. +It thickened, was shot with slender shuttled threads like cobweb, +coruscating strands of light. + +The shining threads grew thicker, pulsed, were spangled with tiny vivid +sparklings. They ran together, condensed--and all this in an instant, in +a tenth of the time it takes me to write it. + +From fiery mist and gemmed flashes came bolt upon bolt of lightning. The +cliff face leaped out, a cataract of green flame. The fissures widened, +the monoliths trembled, fell. + +In the wake of that dazzling brilliancy came utter blackness. I opened +my blinded eyes; slowly the flecks of green fire cleared. A faint +lambency still clung to the cliff. By it I saw that the tunnel's mouth +had vanished, had been sealed--where it had gaped were only tons of +shattered rock. + +Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something grazed my hand, +something whose touch was like that of warm metal--but metal throbbing +with life. They rushed by--and whispered down into silence. + +“Come!” Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous shape in the +darkness. Swiftly we followed. I found Ruth beside me; felt her hand +grip my wrist. + +“Walter,” she whispered, “Walter--she isn't human!” + +“Nonsense,” I muttered. “Nonsense, Ruth. What do you think she is--a +goddess, a spirit of the Himalayas? She's as human as you or I.” + +“No.” Even in the darkness I could sense the stubborn shake of her curly +head. “Not all human. Or how could she have commanded those things? Or +have summoned the lightnings that blasted the tunnel's mouth? And her +skin and hair--they're too WONDERFUL, Walter. + +“Why, she makes me look--look coarse. And the light that hovers about +her--why, it is by that light we are making our way. And when she +touched me--I--I glowed--all through. + +“Human, yes--but there is something else in her--something stronger than +humanness, something that--makes it sleep!” she added astonishingly. + +The ground was level as a dancing floor. We followed the enigmatic +glow--emanation, it seemed to me--from Norhala which was as a light +for us to follow within the darkness. The high ribbon of sky had +vanished--seemed to be overcast, for I could see no stars. + +Within the darkness I began again to sense faint movement; soft stirring +all about us. I had the feeling that on each side and behind us moved an +invisible host. + +“There's something moving all about us--going with us,” Ruth echoed my +thought. + +“It's the wind,” I said, and paused--for there was no wind. + +From the blackness before us came a succession of curious, muffled +clickings, like a smothered mitrailleuse. The luminescence that clothed +Norhala brightened, deepening the darkness. + +“Cross!” + +She pointed into the void ahead; then, as we started forward, thrust +out a hand to Ruth, held her back. Drake and Ventnor drew close to them, +questioningly, anxious. But I stepped forward, out of the dim gleaming. + +Before me were two cubes; one I judged in that uncertain light to be +six feet high, the other half its bulk. From them a shaft of pale-blue +phosphorescence pierced the murk. They stood, the smaller pressed +against the side of the larger, for all the world like a pair of immense +nursery blocks, placed like steps by some giant child. + +As my eyes swept over them, I saw that the shining shaft was an unbroken +span of cubes; not multi-arched like the Lilliputian bridge of the +dragon chamber, but flat and running out over an abyss that gaped at +my very feet. All of a hundred feet they stretched; a slender, lustrous +girder crossing unguessed depths of gloom. From far, far below came the +faint whisper of rushing waters. + +I faltered. For these were the blocks that had formed the body of the +monster of the hollow, its flailing arms. The thing that had played so +murderously with the armored men. + +And now had shaped itself into this anchored, quiescent bridge. + +“Do not fear.” It was the woman speaking, softly, as one would reassure +a child. “Ascend. Cross. They obey me.” + +I stepped firmly upon the first block, climbed to the second. The +span stretched, sharp edged, smooth, only a slender, shimmering line +revealing where each great cube held fast to the other. + +I walked at first slowly, then with ever-increasing confidence, for up +from the surface streamed a guiding, a holding force, that was like a +host of little invisible hands, steadying me, keeping firm my feet. I +looked down; the myriads of enigmatic eyes were staring, staring up +at me from deep within. They fascinated me; I felt my pace slowing; a +vertigo seized me. Resolutely I dragged my gaze up and ahead; marched +on. + +From the depths came more clearly the sound of the waters. Now there +were but a few feet more of the bridge before me. I reached its end, +dropped my feet over, felt them touch a smaller cube, and descended. + +Over the span came Ventnor. He was leading his laden pony. He had +bandaged its eyes so that it could not look upon the narrow way it was +treading. And close behind, a hand resting reassuringly upon its flank, +strode Drake, swinging along carelessly. The little beast ambled along +serenely, sure-footed as all its mountain kind, and docile to darkness +and guidance. + +Then, an arm about Ruth, floated Norhala. Now she was beside us; dropped +her arm from Ruth; glided past us. On for a hundred yards or more we +went, and then she drew us a little toward the unseen canyon wall. + +She stood before us, shielding us. One golden call she sent. + +I looked back into the darkness. Something like an enormous, dimly +shimmering rod was raising itself. Higher it rose and higher. Now it +stood, upright, a slender towering pillar, a gigantic slim figure whose +tip pointed a full hundred feet in the air. + +Then slowly it inclined itself toward us; drew closer, closer to +the ground; touched and lay there for an instant inert. Abruptly it +vanished. + +But well I knew what I had seen. The span over which we had passed had +raised itself even as had the baby bridge of the fortress; had lifted +itself across the chasm and dropping itself upon the hither verge had +disintegrated into its units; was following us. + +A bridge of metal that could build itself--and break itself. A thinking, +conscious metal bridge! A metal bridge with volition--with mind--that +was following us. + +There sighed from behind a soft, sustained wailing; rapidly it neared +us. A wanly glimmering shape drew by; halted. It was like a rigid +serpent cut from a gigantic square bar of cold blue steel. + +Its head was a pyramid, a tetrahedron; its length vanished in the +further darkness. The head raised itself, the blocks that formed its +neck separating into open wedges like a Brobdignagian replica of those +jointed, fantastic, little painted reptiles the Japanese toy-makers cut +from wood. + +It seemed to regard us--mockingly. The pointed head dropped--past us +streamed the body. Upon it other pyramids clustered--like the spikes +that guarded the back of the nightmare Brontosaurus. Its end came +swiftly into sight--its tail another pyramid twin to its head. + +It FLIRTED by--gaily; vanished. + +I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow--and it did not +need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well as in UNITS. Move +intelligently, consciously--as the Smiting Thing had moved. + +“Come!” Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we fell in behind her. +Looking up I caught the friendly sparkle of a star; knew the cleft was +widening. + +The star points grew thicker. We stepped out into a valley small as +that hollow from which we had fled; ringed like it with heaven-touching +summits. I could see clearly. The place was suffused with a soft +radiance as though into it the far, bright stars were pouring all their +rays, filling it as a cup with their pale flames. + +It was luminous as the Alaskan valleys when on white arctic nights they +are lighted, the Athabascans believe, by the gleaming spears of hunting +gods. The walls of the valley seemed to be drawn back into infinite +distances. + +The shimmering mists that had nimbused Norhala had vanished--or merging +into the wan gleaming had become one with it. + +I stared straight at her, striving to clarify in my own clouded thought +what it was that I had sensed as inhuman--never of OUR world or its +peoples. Yet this conviction came not because of the light that had +hovered about her, nor of her summonings of the lightnings; nor even +of her control of those--things--which had smitten the armored men and +spanned for us the abyss. + +All of that I was certain lay in the domain of the explicable, could be +resolved into normality once the basic facts were gained. + +Suddenly, I knew. Side by side with what we term the human there dwelt +within this woman an actual consciousness foreign to earth, passionless, +at least as we know passion, ordered, mathematical--an emanation of the +eternal law which guides the circling stars. + +This it was that had moved in the gestures which had evoked the +lightnings. This it was that had spoken in the song which were those +gestures transformed into sound. This it was that something greater than +my consciousness knew and accepted. + +Something which shared, no--that reigned, serene and untroubled, upon +the throne of her mind; something utterly UNCOMPREHENDING, utterly +unconscious OF, cosmically blind TO all human emotion; that spread +itself like a veil over her own consciousness; that PLATED her +thought--that was a strange word--why had it come to me--something that +had set its mark upon her like--like--the gigantic claw print on the +poppied field, the little print of the dragoned hall. + +I caught at my mind, whirling I thought then in the grip of fantasy; +strove by taking minute note of her to bring myself back to normal. + +Her veils had slipped from her, baring her neck, her arms, the right +shoulder. Under the smooth throat a buckle of dull gold held the sheer, +diaphanous folds of the pale amber silk which swathed the high and +rounded breasts, hiding no goddess curve of them. + +A wide and golden girdle clasped the waist, covered the rounded hips +and thighs. The long, narrow, and high-arched feet were shod with golden +sandals, laced just below the rounded knees with flat turquoise studded +bands. + +And shining through the amber folds, as glowing above them, the miracle +of her body. + +The dream of master sculptor given life. A goddess of earth's youth +reborn in Himalayan wilds. + +She raised her eyes; broke the long silence. + +“Now being with you,” she said dreamily, “there waken within me old +thoughts, old wisdom, old questioning--all that I had forgotten and +thought forgotten forever--” + +The golden voice died--she who had spoken was gone from us, like the +fading out of a phantom; like the breaking of a film. + +A flicker shot over the skies, another and another. A brilliant ray of +intense green like that of a distant searchlight swept to the zenith, +hung for a moment and withdrew. Up came pouring the lances and the +streamers of the aurora; faster and faster, banners and slender shining +spears of green and iridescent blues and smoky, glistening reds. + +The valley sprang into full view. + +I felt Ventnor's grip upon my wrist. I followed his pointing finger. +Into the valley from the right ran a black spur of rock, half a mile +from us, fifty feet high. + +Upon its crest stood--Norhala! + +Her arms were lifted to the sparkling sky; her braids were loosened--and +as the fires of the aurora rose and fell, raced and were still, the +silken cloud of her tresses swirled and eddied with them. Little clouds +of coruscations danced gaily like fireflies about and through it. + +And all her bared body was outlined in living light, glowed and throbbed +with light--light filled her like a vessel, she bathed in it. She thrust +arms through the streaming, flaming locks; held them out from her, +prisoned. She swayed slowly, rhythmically; like a faint, golden chiming +came the echo of her song. + +Abruptly around her, half circling her on the black spur, gleamed +myriads of gem fires. Flares and flames of pale emerald, steady glowing +of flame rubies, glints and lambencies of deepest sapphire, of wan +sapphire, flickering opalescences, irised glitterings. A moment they +gleamed. Then from them came bolt upon bolt of lightning--lightning that +darted upon the lovely shape swaying there; lightnings that fell upon +her, broke and dashed, cascading, from her radiant body. + +The lightnings bathed her--she bathed in them. + +The skies were covered by a swift mist. The aurora was veiled. + +The valley filled with a palely shimmering radiance which dropped like +veils upon it, hiding all within it. Hiding within fold upon luminous +fold--Norhala! + + + + +CHAPTER VII. THE SHAPES IN THE MIST + +Mutely we faced each other, white and wan in the ghostly light. + +The valley was very still; as silent as though sound had been withdrawn +from it. The shimmering radiance suffusing it had thickened perceptibly; +hovered over the valley floor faintly sparkling mists; hid it. + +Like a shroud was that silence. Beneath it my mind struggled, its +unease, its forebodings growing ever stronger. Silently we repacked the +saddlebags; girthed the pony; silently we waited for Norhala's return. + +Idly I had noted that the place on which we stood must be raised +above the level of the vale. Up toward us the gathering mists had been +steadily rising; still was their wavering crest a half score feet below +us. + +Abruptly out of their dim nebulosity a faintly phosphorescent square +broke. It lifted, slowly; then swept, a dully lustrous six-foot cube, +up the slope and came to rest almost at our feet. It dwelt there; +contemplated us from its myriads of deep-set, sparkling striations. + +In its wake swam, one by one, six others--their tops raising from +the vapors like the first, watchfully; like shimmering backs of +sea monsters; like turrets of fantastic angled submarines from +phosphorescent seas. One by one they skimmed swiftly over the ledge; and +one by one they nestled, edge to edge and alternately, against the cube +which had gone before. + +In a crescent, they stretched before us. Back from them, a pace, ten +paces, twenty, we retreated. + +They lay immobile--staring at us. + +Cleaving the mists, silk of copper hair streaming wide, unearthly eyes +lambent, floated up behind them--Norhala. For an instant she was hidden +behind their bulk; suddenly was upon them; drifted over them like some +spirit of light; stood before us. + +Her veils were again about her; golden girdle, sandals of gold and +turquoise in their places. Pearl white her body gleamed; no mark of +lightning marred it. + +She walked toward us, turned and faced the watching cubes. She uttered +no sound, but as at a signal the central cube slid forward, halted +before her. She rested a hand upon its edge. + +“Ride with me,” she said to Ruth. + +“Norhala.” Ventnor took a step forward. “Norhala, we must go with her. +And this”--he pointed to the pony--“must go with us.” + +“I meant--you--to come,” the faraway voice chimed, “but I had not +thought of--that.” + +A moment she considered; then turned to the six waiting cubes. Again as +at a command four of the things moved, swirled in toward each other +with a weird precision, with a monstrous martial mimicry; joined; stood +before us, a platform twelve feet square, six high. + +“Mount,” sighed Norhala. + +Ventnor looked helplessly at the sheer front facing him. + +“Mount.” There was half-wondering impatience in her command. “See!” + +She caught Ruth by the waist and with the same bewildering swiftness +with which she had vanished from us when the aurora beckoned she stood, +holding the girl, upon the top of the single cube. It was as though the +two had been lifted, had been levitated with an incredible rapidity. + +“Mount,” she murmured again, looking down upon us. + +Slowly Ventnor began to bandage the pony's eyes. I placed my hand upon +the edge of the quadruple; sprang. A myriad unseen hands caught me, +raised me, set me instantaneously on the upward surface. + +“Lift the pony to me,” I called to Ventnor. + +“Lift it?” he echoed, incredulously. + +Drake's grin cut like a sunray through the nightmare dread that shrouded +my mind. + +“Catch,” he called; placed one hand beneath the beast's belly, the other +under its throat; his shoulders heaved--and up shot the pony, laden as +it was, landed softly upon four wide-stretched legs beside me. The faces +of the two gaped up, ludicrous in their amazement. + +“Follow,” cried Norhala. + +Ventnor leaped wildly for the top, Drake beside him; in the flash of a +humming-bird's wing they were gripping me, swearing feebly. The unseen +hold angled; struck upward; clutched from ankle to thigh; held us +fast--men and beast. + +Away swept the block that bore Ruth and Norhala; I saw Ruth crouching, +head bent, her arms around the knees of the woman. They slipped into the +mists; vanished. + +And after them, like a log in a racing current, we, too, dipped beneath +the faintly luminous vapors. + +The cubes moved with an entire absence of vibration; so smoothly and +skimmingly, indeed, that had it not been for the sudden wind that had +risen when first we had stirred, and that now beat steadily upon our +faces, and the cloudy walls streaming by, I would have thought ourselves +at rest. + +I saw the blurred form of Ventnor drift toward the forward edge. He +walked as though wading. I essayed to follow him; my feet I could not +lift; I could advance only by gliding them as though skating. + +Also the force, whatever it was, that held me seemed to pass me on from +unseen clutch to clutch; it was as though up to my hips I moved through +a closely woven yet fluid mass of cobwebs. I had the fantastic idea that +if I so willed I could slip over the edge of the blocks, crawl about +their sides without falling--like a fly on the vertical faces of a huge +sugar loaf. + +I drew beside Ventnor. He was staring ahead, striving, I knew, to pierce +the mists for some glimpse of Ruth. + +He turned to me, his face drawn with anxiety, his eyes feverish. + +“Can you see them, Walter?” His voice shook. “God--why did I ever let +her go like that? Why did I let her go alone?” + +“They'll be close ahead, Martin.” I spoke out of a conviction I could +not explain. “Whatever it is we're bound for, wherever it is the woman's +taking us, she means to keep us together--for a time at least. I'm sure +of it.” + +“She said--follow.” It was Drake beside us. “How the hell can we do +anything else? We haven't any control over this bird we're on. But she +has. What she meant, Ventnor, is that it would follow her.” + +“That's true”--new hope softened the haggard face--“that's true--but +is it? We're reckoning with creatures that man's imagination never +conceived--nor could conceive. And with this--woman--human in shape, +yes, but human in thought--never. How then can we tell--” + +He turned once more, all his consciousness concentrated in his searching +eyes. + +Drake's rifle slipped from his hand. + +He stooped to pick it up; then tugged with both hands. The rifle lay +immovable. + +I bent and strove to aid him. For all the pair of us could do, the rifle +might have been a part of the gleaming surface on which it rested. The +tiny, deepset star points winked up-- + +“They're--laughing at us!” grunted Drake. + +“Nonsense,” I answered, and tried to check the involuntary shuddering +that shook me, as I saw it shake him. “Nonsense. These blocks are great +magnets--that's what holds the rifle; what holds us, too.” + +“I don't mean the rifle,” he said; “I mean those points of lights--the +eyes--” + +There came from Ventnor a cry of almost anguished relief. We +straightened. Our head shot above the mists like those of swimmers from +water. Unnoticed, we had been climbing out of them. + +And a hundred yards ahead of us, cleaving them, veiled in them almost to +the shoulders, was Norhala, red-gold tresses steaming; and close beside +her were the brown curls of Ruth. At her brother's cry she turned and +her arm flashed out of the veils with reassuring gesture. + +A mile away was an opening in the valley's mountainous wall; toward it +we were speeding. It was no ragged crevice, no nature split fissure; it +gave the impression of a gigantic doorway. + +“Look,” whispered Drake. + +Between us and the vast gateway, gleaming triangles began to break +through the vapors, like the cutting fins of sharks, glints of round +bodies like gigantic porpoises--the vapors seethed with them. Quickly +the fins and rolling curves were all about us. They centered upon the +portal, streamed through--a horde of the metal things, leading us, +guarding us, playing about us. + +And weird, unutterably weird was that spectacle--the vast and silent +vale with its still, smooth vapors like a coverlet of cloud; the regal +head of Norhala sweeping over them; the dull glint and gleam of the +metal paradoxes flowing, in ordered motion, all about us; the titanic +gateway, glowing before us. + +We were at its threshold; over it. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. THE DRUMS OF THUNDER + +Upon that threshold the mists foamed like breaking billows, then ceased +abruptly to be. Keeping exactly the distance I had noted when our gaze +had risen above the fog, glided the block that bore Ruth and Norhala. +In the strange light of the place into which we had emerged--and +whether that place was canyon, corridor, or tunnel I could not then +determine--it stood out sharply. + +One arm of Norhala held Ruth--and in her attitude I sensed a shielding +intent, guardianship--the first really human impulse this shape of +mystery and beauty had revealed. + +In front of them swept score upon score of her familiars--no longer +dully lustrous, but shining as though cut from blue and polished steel. +They--marched--in ordered rows, globes and cubes and pyramids; moving +sedately now as units. + +I looked behind me; out of the spume boiling at the portal, were pouring +forth other scores of the Metal Things, darting through like divers +through a wave. And as they drew into our wake and swam into the light, +their dim lustre vanished like a film; their surfaces grew almost +radiant. + +Whence came the light that set them gleaming? Our pace had slackened--I +looked about me. The walls of the cleft or tunnel were perpendicular, +smooth and shining with a cold, metallic, greenish glow. + +Between the walls, like rhythmic flashing of fire-flies, pulsed soft and +fugitive glimmerings that carried a sense of the infinitely minute--of +electrons, it came to me, rather than atoms. Their irradiance was +greenish, like the walls; but I was certain that these corpuscles did +not come from them. + +They blinked and faded like motes within a shifting sunbeam; or, to use +a more scientific comparison, like colloids within the illuminated field +of the ultramicroscope; and like these latter it was as though the eyes +took in not the minute particles themselves but their movement only. + +Save for these gleamings the light of the place, although crepuscular, +was crystalline clear. High above us--five hundred, a thousand feet--the +walls merged into a haze of clouded beryl. + +Rock certainly the cliffs were--but rock cut and planed, smoothed and +polished and PLATED! + +Yes, that was it--plated. Plated with some metallic substance that was +itself a reservoir of luminosity and from which, it came to me, pulsed +the force that lighted the winking ions. But who could have done such a +thing? For what purpose? How? + +And the meticulousness, the perfection of these smoothed cliffs struck +over my nerves as no rasp could, stirring a vague resentment, an +irritated desire for human inharmonies, human disorder. + +Absorbed in my examination I had forgotten those who must share with me +my doubts and dangers. I felt a grip on my arm. + +“If we get close enough and I can get my feet loose from this damned +thing I'll jump,” Drake said. + +“What?” I gasped, blankly, startled out of my preoccupation. “Jump +where?” + +I followed his pointing finger. We were rapidly closing upon the other +cube; it was now a scant twenty paces ahead; it seemed to be stopping. +Ventnor was leaning forward, quivering with eagerness. + +“Ruth!” he called. “Ruth--are you all right?” + +Slowly she turned to us--my heart gave a great leap, then seemed +to stop. For her sweet face was touched with that same unearthly +tranquillity which was Norhala's; in her brown eyes was a shadow of that +passionless spirit brooding in Norhala's own; her voice as she answered +held within it more than echo of Norhala's faint, far-off golden +chiming. + +“Yes,” she sighed; “yes, Martin--have no fear for me--” + +And turned from us, gazing forward once more with the woman and as +silent as she. + +I glanced covertly at Ventnor, at Drake--had I imagined, or had they +too seen? Then I knew they had seen, for Ventnor's face was white to the +lips, and Drake's jaw was set, his teeth clenched, his eyes blazing with +anger. + +“What's she doing to Ruth--you saw her face,” he gritted, half +inarticulately. + +“Ruth!” There was anguish in Ventnor's cry. + +She did not turn again. It was as though she had not heard him. + +The cubes were now not five yards apart. Drake gathered himself; +strained to loosen his feet from the shining surface, making ready to +leap when they should draw close enough. His great chest swelled with +his effort, the muscles of his neck knotted, sweat steamed down his +face. + +“No use,” he gasped, “no use, Goodwin. It's like trying to lift yourself +by your boot-straps--like a fly stuck in molasses.” + +“Ruth,” cried Ventnor once more. + +As though it had been a signal the block darted forward, resuming the +distance it had formerly maintained between us. + +The vanguard of the Metal Things began to race. With an incredible speed +they fled into, were lost in an instant within, the luminous distances. + +The cube that bore the woman and girl accelerated; flew faster and +faster onward. And as swiftly our own followed it. The lustrous walls +flowed by, dizzily. + +We had swept over toward the right wall of the cleft and were gliding +over a broad ledge. This ledge was, I judged, all of a hundred feet in +width. From it the floor of the place was dropping rapidly. + +The opposite precipices were slowly drawing closer. After us flowed the +flanking host. + +Steadily our ledge arose and the floor of the canyon dropped. Now we +were twenty feet above it, now thirty. And the character of the cliffs +was changing. Veins of quartz shone under the metallic plating like +cut crystal, like cloudy opals; here was a splash of vermilion, there a +patch of amber; bands of pallid ochre stained it. + +My gaze was caught by a line of inky blackness in the exact center of +the falling floor. So black was it that at first glance I took it for a +vein of jetty lignite. + +It widened. It was a crack, a fissure. Now it was a yard in width, now +three, and blackness seemed to well up from within it, blackness that +was the very essence of the depths. Steadily the ebon rift expanded; +spread suddenly wide open in two sharp-edged, flying wedges-- + +Earth had dropped away. At our side a gulf had opened, an abyss, +striking down depth upon depth; profound; immeasurable. + +We were human atoms, riding upon a steed of sorcery and racing along a +split rampart of infinite space. + +I looked behind--scores of the cubes were darting from the metal host +trailing us; in a long column of twos they flashed by, raced ahead. Far +in front of us a gloom began to grow; deepened until we were rushing +into blackest night. + +Through the murk stabbed a long lance of pale blue phosphorescence. +It unrolled like a ribbon of wan flame, flicked like a serpent's +tongue--held steady. I felt the Thing beneath us leap forward; its +velocity grew prodigious; the wind beat upon us with hurricane force. + +I shielded my eyes with my hands and peered through the chinks of my +fingers. Ranged directly in our path was a barricade of the cubes and +upon them we were racing like a flying battering-ram. Involuntarily I +closed my eyes against the annihilating impact that seemed inevitable. + +The Thing on which we rode lifted. + +We were soaring at a long angle straight to the top of the barrier; were +upon it, and still with that awful speed unchecked were hurtling through +the blackness over the shaft of phosphorescence, the ribbon of pale +light that I had watched pierce it and knew now was but another span of +the cubes that but a little before had fled past us. Beneath the span, +on each side of it, I sensed illimitable void. + +We were over; rushing along in darkness. There began a mighty tumult, +a vast crashing and roaring. The clangor waxed, beat about us with +tremendous strokes of sound. + +Far away was a dim glowing, as of rising sun through heavy mists of +dawn. The mists faded--miles away gleamed what at first glimpse seemed +indeed to be the rising sun; a gigantic orb, whose lower limb just +touched, was sharply, horizontally cut by the blackness, as though at +its base that blackness was frozen. + +The sun? Reason returned to me; told me this globe could not be that. + +What was it then? Ra-Harmachis, of the Egyptians, stripped of his wings, +exiled and growing old in the corridors of the Dead? Or that mocking +luminary, the cold phantom of the God of light and warmth which the old +Norsemen believed was set in their frozen hell to torment the damned? + +I thrust aside the fantasies, impatiently. But sun or no sun, light +streamed from this orb, light in multicolored, lanced rays, banishing +the blackness through which we had been flying. + +Closer we came and closer; lighter it grew about us, and by the growing +light I saw that still beside us ran the abyss. And even louder, more +thunderous, became the clamor. + +At the foot of the radiant disk I glimpsed a luminous pool. Into it, out +of the depths, protruded a tremendous rectangular tongue, gleaming like +gray steel. + +On the tongue an inky shape appeared; it lifted itself from the abyss, +rushed upon the disk and took form. + +Like a gigantic spider it was, squat and horned. For an instant it was +silhouetted against the smiling sphere, poised itself--and vanished +through it. + +Now, not far ahead, silhouetted as had been the spider shape, blackened +into sight a cube and on it Ruth and Norhala. It seemed to hover, to +wait. + +“It's a door,” Drake's shout beat thinly in my ears against the +hurricane of sound. + +What I thought had been an orb was indeed a gateway, a portal; and it +was gigantic. + +The light streamed through it, the flaming colors, the lightning glare, +the drifting shadows were all beyond it. The suggestion of sphere had +been an illusion, born of the darkness in which we were moving and in +its own luminescence. + +And I saw that the steel tongue was a ramp, a slide, dropping down into +the gulf. + +Norhala raised her hands high above her head. Up from the darkness flew +an incredible shape--like a monstrous, armored flat-backed crab; angled +spikes protruded from it; its huge body was spangled with darting, +greenish flames. + +It swept beneath us and by. On its back were multitudinous breasts from +which issued blinding flashes--sapphire blue, emerald green, sun yellow. +It hung poised as had that other nightmare shape, standing out jet black +and colossal, rearing upon columnar legs, whose outlines were those of +alternate enormous angled arrow-points and lunettes. Swiftly its form +shifted; an instant it hovered, half disintegrate. + +Now I saw spinning spheres and darting cubes and pyramids click into new +positions. The front and side legs lengthened, the back legs shortened, +fitting themselves plainly to what must be a varying angle of descent +beyond. + +And it was no chimera, no kraken of the abyss. It was a car made of +the Metal Things. I caught again the flashes and thought that they were +jewels or heaps of shining ores carried by the conscious machine. + +It vanished. In its place hung poised the cube that bore the enigmatic +woman and Ruth. Then they were gone and we stood where but an instant +before they had been. + +We were high above an ocean of living light--a sea of incandescent +splendors that stretched mile upon uncounted mile away and whose +incredible waves streamed thousands of feet in air, flew in gigantic +banners, in tremendous streamers, in coruscating clouds of varicolored +flame--as though torn by the talons of a mighty wind. + +My dazzled sight cleared, glare and blaze and searing incandescence +took form, became ordered. Within the sea of light I glimpsed shapes +cyclopean, unnameable. + +They moved slowly, with an awesome deliberateness. They shone darkly +within the flame-woven depths. From them came the volleys of the +lightnings. + +Score upon score of them there were--huge and enigmatic. Their flaming +levins threaded the shimmering veils, patterned them, as though they +were the flying robes of the very spirit of fire. + +And the tumult was as ten thousand Thors, smiting with hammers against +the enemies of Odin. As a forge upon whose shouting anvils was being +shaped a new world. + +A new world? A metal world! + +The thought spun through my mazed brain, was gone--and not until +long after did I remember it. For suddenly all that clamor died; the +lightnings ceased; all the flitting radiances paled and the sea of +flaming splendors grew thin as moving mists. The storming shapes dulled +with them, seemed to darken into the murk. + +Through the fast-waning light and far, far away--miles it seemed on high +and many, many miles in length--a broad band of fluorescent amethyst +shone. From it dropped curtains, shimmering, nebulous as the marching +folds of the aurora; they poured, cascaded, from the amethystine band. + +Huge and purple-black against their opalescence bulked what at first I +thought a mountain, so like was it to one of those fantastic buttes of +our desert Southwest when their castellated tops are silhouetted against +the setting sun; knew instantly that this was but subconscious striving +to translate into terms of reality the incredible. + +It was a City! + +A city full five thousand feet high and crowned with countless spires +and turrets, titanic arches, stupendous domes! It was as though the +man-made cliffs of lower New York were raised scores of times their +height, stretched a score of times their length. And weirdly enough it +did suggest those same towering masses of masonry when one sees them +blacken against the twilight skies. + +The pit darkened as though night were filtering down into it; the vast, +purple-shadowed walls of the city sparkled out with countless lights. +From the crowning arches and turrets leaped broad filaments of flame, +flashing, electric. + +Was it my straining eyes, the play of the light and shadow--or were +those high-flung excrescences shifting, changing shape? An icy +hand stretched out of the unknown, stilled my heart. For they +were shifting--arches and domes, turrets and spires; were melting, +reappearing in ferment; like the lightning-threaded, rolling edges of +the thundercloud. + +I wrenched my gaze away; saw that our platform had come to rest upon a +broad and silvery ledge close to the curving frame of the portal and not +a yard from where upon her block stood Norhala, her arm clasped about +the rigid form of Ruth. I heard a sigh from Ventnor, an exclamation from +Drake. + +Before one of us could cry out to Ruth, the cube glided to the edge of +the shelf, dipped out of sight. + +That upon which we rode trembled and sped after it. + +There came a sickening sense of falling; we lurched against each other; +for the first time the pony whinnied, fearfully. Then with awful speed +we were flying down a wide, a glistening, a steeply angled ramp into the +Pit, straight toward the half-hidden, soaring escarpments flashing afar. + +Far ahead raced the Thing on which stood woman and maid. Their hair +streamed behind them, mingled, silken web of brown and shining veil +of red-gold; little clouds of sparkling corpuscles threaded them, like +flitting swarms of fire-flies; their bodies were nimbused with tiny, +flickering tongues of lavender flame. + +About us, above us, began again to rumble the countless drums of the +thunder. + + + + +CHAPTER IX. THE PORTAL OF FLAME + +It was as though we were on a meteor hurtling through space. The split +air shrieked and shrilled, a keening barrier against the avalanche of +the thunder. The blast bent us far back on thighs held rigid by the +magnetic grip. + +The pony spread its legs, dropped its head; through the hurricane +roaring its screaming pierced thinly, that agonizing, terrible +lamentation which is of the horse and the horse alone when the limit of +its endurance is reached. + +Ventnor crouched lower and lower, eyes shielded behind arms folded over +his brows, straining for a glimpse of Ruth; Drake crouched beside him, +bracing him, supporting him against the tempest. + +Our line of flight became less abrupt, but the speed increased, the +wind-pressure became almost insupportable. I twisted, dropped upon my +right arm, thrust my head against my shoulder, stared backward. When +first I had looked upon the place I had sensed its immensity; now I +began to realize how vast it must really be--for already the gateway +through which we had come glimmered far away on high, shrunk to a hoop +of incandescent brass and dwindling fast. + +Nor was it a cavern; I saw the stars, traced with deep relief the +familiar Northern constellations. Pit it might be, but whatever terror, +whatever ordeals were before us, we would not have to face them buried +deep within earth. There was a curious comfort to me in the thought. + +Suddenly stars and sky were blotted out. + +We had plunged beneath the surface of the radiant sea. + +Lying in the position in which I was, I was sensible of a diminution +of the cyclonic force; the blast streamed up and over the front of the +cube. To me drifted only the wailings of our flight and the whimpering +terror of the pony. + +I turned my head cautiously. Upon the very edge of the flying blocks +squatted Drake and Ventnor, grotesquely frog-like. I crawled toward +them--crawled, literally, like a caterpillar; for wherever my body +touched the surface of the cubes the attracting force held it, allowed a +creeping movement only, surface sliding upon surface--and weirdly enough +like a human measuring-worm I looped myself over to them. + +As my bare palms clung to the Things I realized with finality that +whatever their activation, their life, they WERE metal. + +There was no mistaking now the testimony of touch. Metal they were, with +a hint upon contact of highly polished platinum, or at the least of a +metal as finely grained as it. + +Also they had temperature, a curiously pleasant warmth--the surfaces +were, I judged, around ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit. I looked deep +down into the little sparkling points that were, I knew, organs of +sight; they were like the points of contact of innumerable intersecting +crystal planes. They held strangest paradoxical suggestion of being +close to the surface and still infinite distances away. + +And they were like--what was it they were like?--it came to me with a +distinct shock. + +They were like the galaxies of little aureate and sapphire stars in the +clear gray heavens of Norhala's eyes. + +I crept beside Drake, struck him with my head. + +“Can't move,” I shouted. “Can't lift my hands. Stuck fast--like a +fly--just as you said.” + +“Drag 'em over your knees,” he cried, bending to me. “It slides 'em out +of the attraction.” + +Acting as he had suggested I found to my astonishment I could slip my +hands free; I caught his belt, tried to lift myself by it. + +“No use, Doc.” The old grin lightened for a moment his tense young face. +“You'll have to keep praying till the power's turned off. Nothing here +you can slide your knees on.” + +I nodded, waddling close to his side; then sank back on my haunches to +relieve the strain upon my aching leg-muscles. + +“Can you see them ahead, Walter--Ruth and the woman?” Ventnor turned his +anxious eyes toward me. + +I peered into the glimmering murk; shook my head. I could see nothing. +It was indeed, as though the clustered cubes sped within a bubble of the +now wanly glistening vapors; or rather as though in our passage--as a +projectile does in air--we piled before us a thick wave of the mists +which streaming along each side, closing in behind, obscured all that +lay around. + +Yet I had, persistently, the feeling that beyond these shroudings was +vast and ordered movement; marchings and counter-marchings of hosts +greater even than those Golden Hordes of Genghis which ages agone had +washed about the outer bases of the very peaks that hid this place. +Came, too, flitting shadowings of huge shapes, unnameable, moving +swiftly beside our way; gleamings that thrust themselves through the +veils like wheeling javelins of flame. + +And always, always, everywhere that constant movement, rhythmic, +terrifying--like myriads of feet of creatures of an unseen, stranger +world marking time just outside the threshold of our own. Preparing, +DRILLING there in some wide vestibule of space between the known and the +unknown, alert and menacing--poised for the signal which would send them +pouring over it. + + +Once again I seemed to stand upon the brink of an abyss of incredible +revelation, striving helplessly, struggling for realization--and so +struggling became aware that our speed was swiftly slackening, the +roaring blast dying down, the veils before us thinning. + +They cleared away. I saw Drake and Ventnor straighten up; raised myself +to my own aching knees. + +We were at one end of a vortex, a funneling within the radiant vapors; a +funnel whose further end a mile ahead broadened out into a huge +circle, its mistily outlined edges impinging upon the towering scarp +of the--city. It was as though before us lay, upon its side, a cone of +crystalline clear air against whose curved sides some radiant medium +heavier than air, lighter than water, pressed. + +The top arc of its prostrate base reached a thousand feet or more up the +precipitous wall; above it all was hidden in sparkling nebulosities that +were like still clouds of greenly glimmering fire-flies. Back from +the curving sides of this cone, above it and below it, the pressing +luminosities stretched into, it seemed, infinite distances. + +Through them, suddenly, thousands of bright beams began to dart, to +dance, weaving and interweaving, shooting hither and yon--like myriads +of great searchlights in a phosphorescent sea fog, like countless lances +of the aurora thrusting through its own iridescent veils! And in the +play of these beams was something appallingly ordered, appallingly +rhythmic. + +It was--how can I describe it?--PURPOSEFUL; purposeful as the geometric +shiftings of the Little Things of the ruins, of the summoning song of +Norhala, of the Protean changes of the Smiting Shape and the Following +Thing; and like all of these it was as laden with that baffling +certainty of hidden meanings, of messages that the brain recognized as +such yet knew it never could read. + +The rays seemed to spring upward from the earth. Now they were like +countless lances of light borne by marching armies of Titans; now they +crossed and angled and flew as though they were clouds of javelins +hurled by battling swarms of the Genii of Light. And now they stood +upright while through them, thrusting them aside, bending them, passed +vast, vague shapes like mountains forming and dissolving; like darkening +monsters of some world of light pushing through thick forests of +slender, high-reaching trees of cold flame; shifting shadows of +monstrous chimerae slipping through jungles of bamboo with trunks of +diamond fire; phantasmal leviathans swimming through brakes of giant +reeds of radiance rising from the sparking ooze of a sea of star shine. + +Whence came the force, the mechanism that produced this cone of clarity, +this NOT searchlight, but unlight in the midst of light? Not from +behind, that was certain--for turning I saw that behind us the mist was +as thick. I turned again--it came to me, why I knew not, yet with an +absolute certainty, that the energy, the force emanated from the distant +wall itself. + +The funnel, the cone, did not expand from where we were standing, now +motionless. + +It began at the wall and focused upon us. + +Within the great circle the surface of the wall was smooth, utterly +blank; upon it was no trace of those flitting lights we had seen before +we had plunged down toward the radiant sea. It shone with a pale blue +phosphorescence. It was featureless, smooth, a blind cliff of polished, +blue metal--and that was all. + +“Ruth!” groaned Ventnor. “Where is she?” + +Aghast at my mental withdrawal from him, angry at myself for my +callousness, awkwardly I tried to crawl over to him, to touch him, +comfort him as well as I might. + +And then, as though his cry had been a signal, the great cone began to +move. Slowly the circled base slipped down the shimmering facades; down, +steadily down; I realized that we had paused at the edge of some steep +declivity, for the bottom of the cone was now at a decided angle while +the upper edge of the circle had dropped a full two hundred feet below +the place where it had rested--and still it fell. + + +There came a gasp of relief from Ventnor, a sigh from Drake while, from +my own heart, a weight rolled. Not ten yards ahead of us and still deep +within the luminosity had appeared the regal head of Norhala, the lovely +head of Ruth. The two rose out of the glow like swimmers floating from +the depths. Now they were clear before us, and now we could see the +surface of the cube on which they rode. + +But neither turned to us; each stared straightly, motionless along the +axis of the sinking cone, the woman's left arm holding Ruth close to her +side. + +Drake's hand caught my shoulder in a grip that hurt--nor did he need to +point toward that which had wrung the exclamation from him. The funnel +had broken from its slow falling; it had made one swift, startling +drop and had come to rest. Its recumbent side was now flattened into a +triangular plane, widening from the narrow tip in which we stood to all +of five hundred feet where its base rested against the blue wall, and +falling at a full thirty-degree pitch. + +The misty-edged circle had become an oval, a flattened ellipse another +five hundred feet high and three times that in length. And in its exact +center, shining forth as though it opened into a place of pale azure +incandescence was another rectangular Cyclopean portal. + +On each side of it, in the apparently solid face of the gleaming, +metallic cliffs, a slit was opening. + +They began as thin lines a hundred yards in height through which +the intense light seemed to hiss; quickly they opened--widening like +monstrous cat pupils until at last, their widening ceasing, they glared +forth, the blue incandescence gushing from them like molten steel from +an opened sluice. + +Deep within them I sensed a movement. Scores of towering shapes swam +within and glided out of them, each reflecting the vivid light as though +they themselves were incandescent. Around their crests spun wide and +flaming coronets. + +They rushed forth, wheeling, whirling, driven like leaves in a +whirlwind. Out they swirled from the cat's eyes of the glimmering wall, +these dervish obelisks crowded with spinning fires. They vanished in the +mists. Instantly with their going, the eyes contracted; were but slits; +were gone. And before us within the oval was only the waiting portal. + +The leading block leaped forward. As abruptly, those that bore us +followed. Again under that strain of projectile flight we clutched each +other; the pony screamed in terror. The metal cliff rushed to meet us +like a thunder cloud of steel; the portal raced upon us--a square mouth +of cold blue flame. + +And into it we swept; were devoured by it. + +Light in blinding, intolerable flood beat about us, blackening the sight +with agony. We pressed, the three of us, against the side of the pony, +burying our faces in its shaggy coat, striving to hide our eyes from the +radiance which, strain closely as we might, seemed to pierce through the +body of the little beast, through our own heads, searing the sight. + + + + +CHAPTER X. “WITCH! GIVE BACK MY SISTER” + +How long we were within that glare I do not know; it seemed unending +hours; it was of course only minutes--seconds, perhaps. Then I was +sensible of a permeating shadow, a darkness gentle and healing. + +I raised my head and opened my eyes. We were moving tranquilly, with +a curious suggestion of homing leisureliness, through a soft, blue +shimmering darkness. It was as though we were drifting within some high +borderland of light; a region in which that rapid vibration we call the +violet was mingled with a still more rapid vibration whose quick pulsing +was felt by the brain but ever fled ere that brain could register it in +terms of color. And there seemed to be a film over my sight; dazzlement +from the unearthly blaze, I thought, shaking my head impatiently. + +My eyes focused upon an object a little more than a foot away; my neck +grew rigid, my scalp prickled while I stared, unbelieving. And that at +which I stared was--a skeleton hand. Every bone a grayish black, sharply +silhouetted, clean as some master surgeon's specimen, it was extended +as though clutching at--clutching at--what was that toward which it was +reaching? + +Again the icy prickling over scalp and skin--for its talons stretched +out to grasp a steed that Death himself might have ridden, a rack whose +bare skull hung drooping upon bent vertebrae. + +I raised my hands to my face to shut out the ghostly sight--and swiftly +the clutching bony hand moved toward me--was before my eyes--touched me. + +The cry that sheer horror wrested from me was strangled by realization. +And so acute was my relief, so reassuring was it to have in the midst +of these mysteries some sane, understandable thing occur that I laughed +aloud. + +For the skeleton hand was my own. The mournful ghastly mount of death +was--our pony. And when I looked again I knew what I would see--and +see them I did--two tall skeletons, skulls resting on their bony arms, +leaning against the frame of the beast. + +While ahead of us, floating poised upon the surface of the glistening +cube, were two women skeletons--Ruth and Norhala! + +Weird enough was the sight. Dureresque, grimly awful as materialization +of a scene of the Dance Macabre--and yet--vastly comforting. + +For here was something which was well within the range of human +knowledge. It was the light about us that did it; a vibration that even +as I conjectured, was within the only partly explored region of the +ultraviolet and the comparatively unexplored region above it. + +Yet there were differences, for there was none of that misty halo around +the bones, the flesh which the X-rays cannot render wholly invisible. +The skeletons stood out clean cut, with no trace of fleshly vestments. + +I crept over, spoke to the two. + +“Don't look up yet,” I said. “Don't open your eyes. We're going through +a queer light. It has an X-ray quality. You're going to see me as a +skeleton--” + +“What?” shouted Drake. Disobeying my warning he straightened, glared +at me. And disquieting as the spectacle had been before, fully +understanding it as I did, I could not restrain my shudder at the utter +weirdness of that skull which was his head thrusting itself toward me. + +The skeleton that was Ventnor turned to me; was arrested by the sight of +the flitting pair ahead. I saw the fleshless jaws clamp, then opened to +speak. + +Abruptly, upon the skeletons in front the flesh dropped back. Girl and +woman stood there once again robed in beauty. + +So swift was that transition from the grisly unreal to the normal that +even to my unsuperstitious mind it smacked of necromancy. The next +instant the three of us stood looking at each other, clothed once more +in the flesh, and the pony no longer the steed of death, but our shaggy, +patient little companion. + +The light had changed; the high violet had gone from it, and it was shot +with yellow gleamings like fugitive sunbeams. We were passing through +a wide corridor that seemed to be unending. The yellow light grew +stronger. + +“That light wasn't exactly the Roentgen variety,” Drake interrupted my +absorption in our surroundings. “And I hope to God it's as different as +it seemed. If it's not we may be up against a lot of trouble.” + +“More trouble than we're in?” I asked, a trifle satirically. + +“X-ray burns,” he answered, “and no way to treat them in this place--if +we live to want treatment,” he ended grimly. + +“I don't think we were subjected to their action long enough--” I began, +and was silent. + +The corridor had opened without warning into a place for whose immensity +I have no images that are adequate. It was a chamber that was vaster +than ten score of the Great Halls of Karnac in one; great as that fabled +hall in dread Amenti where Osiris sits throned between the Searcher of +Hearts and the Eater of Souls, judging the jostling hosts of the newly +dead. + +Temple it was in its immensity, and its solemn vastness--but unlike any +temple ever raised by human toil. In no ruin of earth's youth giants' +work now crumbling under the weight of time had I ever sensed a +shadow of the strangeness with which this was instinct. No--nor in the +shattered fanes that once had held the gods of old Egypt, nor in the +pillared shrines of Ancient Greece, nor Imperial Rome, nor mosque, +basilica nor cathedral. + +All these had been dedicated to gods which, whether created by humanity +as science believes, or creators of humanity as their worshippers +believed, still held in them that essence we term human. + +The spirit, the force, that filled this place had in it nothing, NOTHING +of the human. + +No place? Yes, there was one--Stonehenge. Within that monolithic circle +I had felt a something akin to this, as inhuman; a brooding spirit +stony, stark, unyielding--as though not men but a people of stone had +raised the great Menhirs. + +This was a sanctuary built by a people of metal! + +It was filled with a soft yellow glow like pale sunshine. Up from its +floor arose hundreds of tremendous, square pillars down whose polished +sides the crocus light seemed to flow. + +Far, far as the gaze could reach, the columns marched, oppressively +ordered, appallingly mathematical. From their massiveness distilled a +sense of power, mysterious, mechanical yet--living; something priestly, +hierophantic--as though they were guardians of a shrine. + +Now I saw whence came the light suffusing this place. High up among the +pillars floated scores of orbs that shone like pale gilt frozen suns. +Great and small, through all the upper levels these strange luminaries +gleamed, fixed and motionless, hanging unsupported in space. Out from +their shining spherical surfaces darted rays of the same pale gold, +rigid, unshifting, with the same suggestion of frozen stillness. + +“They look like big Christmas-tree stars,” muttered Drake. + +“They're lights,” I answered. “Of course they are. They're not +matter--not metal, I mean--” + +“There's something about them like St. Elmo's fire, witch +lights--condensations of atmospheric electricity,” Ventnor's voice was +calm; now that it was plain we were nearing the heart of this mystery +in which we were enmeshed he had clearly taken fresh grip, was again his +observant, scientific self. + +We watched, once more silent; and indeed we had spoken little since +we had begun that ride whose end we sensed close. In the unfolding of +enigmatic happening after happening the mind had deserted speech and +crouched listening at every door of sight and hearing to gather some +clue to causes, some thread of understanding. + +Slowly now we were gliding through the forest of pillars; so effortless, +so smooth our flight that we seemed to be standing still, the tremendous +columns flitting past us, turning and wheeling around us, dizzyingly. My +head swam with the mirage motion, I closed my eyes. + +“Look,” Drake was shaking me. “Look. What do you make of that?” + +Half a mile ahead the pillars stopped at the edge of a shimmering, +quivering curtain of green luminescence. High, high up past the pale +gilt suns its smooth folds ran, into the golden amber mist that canopied +the columns. + +In its sparkling was more than a hint of the dancing corpuscles of the +aurora; it was, indeed, as though woven of the auroral rays. And all +about it played shifting, tremulous shadows formed by the merging of the +golden light with the curtain's emerald gleaming. + +Up to its base swept the cube that bore Ruth and Norhala--and stopped. +From it leaped the woman, and drew Ruth down beside her, then turned and +gestured toward us. + +That upon which we rode drew close. I felt it quiver beneath me; felt on +the instant, the magnetic grip drop from me, angle downward and leave me +free. Shakily I arose from aching knees, and saw Ventnor flash down and +run, rifle in hand, toward his sister. + +Drake bent for his gun. I moved unsteadily toward the side of the +clustered cubes. There came a curious pushing motion driving me to the +edge. Sliding over upon me came Drake and the pony-- + +The cube tilted, gently, playfully--and with the slightest of jars the +three of us stood beside it on the floor, we two men gaping at it in +renewed wonder, and the little beast stretching its legs, lifting its +feet and whinnying with relief. + +Then abruptly the four blocks that had been our steed broke from each +other; that which had been the woman's glided to them. + +The four clicked into place behind it and darted from sight. + +“Ruth!” Ventnor's voice was vibrant with his fear. “Ruth! What is wrong +with you? What has she done to you?” + +We ran to his side. He stood clutching her hands, searching her eyes. +They were wide, unseeing, dream filled. Upon her face the calm and +stillness, which were mirrored reflections of Norhala's unearthly +tranquillity, had deepened. + +“Brother.” The sweet voice seemed far away, drifting out of untroubled +space, an echo of Norhala's golden chimings--“Brother, there is nothing +wrong with me. Indeed--all is--well with me--brother.” + +He dropped the listless palms, faced the woman, tall figure tense, drawn +with mingled rage and anguish. + +“What have you done to her?” he whispered in Norhala's own tongue. + +Her serene gaze took him in, undisturbed by his anger save for the +faintest shadow of wonder, of perplexity. + +“Done?” she repeated, slowly. “I have stilled all that was troubled +within her--have lifted her above sorrow. I have given her the peace--as +I will give it to you if--” + +“You'll give me nothing,” he interrupted fiercely; then, his passion +breaking through all restraint--“Yes, you damned witch--you'll give me +back my sister!” + +In his rage he had spoken English; she could not, of course, have +understood the words, but their anger and hatred she did understand. +Her serenity quivered, broke. The strange stars within her eyes began +to glitter forth as they had when she had summoned the Smiting Thing. +Unheeding, Ventnor thrust out a hand, caught her roughly by one bare, +lovely shoulder. + +“Give her back to me, I say!” he cried. “Give her back to me!” + +The woman's eyes grew--awful. Out of the distended pupils the strange +stars blazed; upon her face was something of the goddess outraged. I +felt the shadow of Death's wings. + +“No! No--Norhala! No, Martin!” the veils of inhuman calm shrouding Ruth +were torn; swiftly the girl we knew looked out from them. She threw +herself between the two, arms outstretched. + +“Ventnor!” Drake caught his arms, held them tight; “that's not the way +to save her!” + +Ventnor stood between us, quivering, half sobbing. Never until then had +I realized how great, how absorbing was that love of his for Ruth. And +the woman saw it, too, even though dimly; envisioned it humanly. For, +under the shock of human passion, that which I thought then as utterly +unknown to her as her cold serenity was to us, the sleeping soul--I +use the popular word for those emotional complexes that are peculiar to +mankind--stirred, awakened. + +Wrath fled from her knitted brows; her eyes dropping to the girl, lost +their dreadfulness; softened. She turned them upon Ventnor, they brooded +upon him; within their depths a half-troubled interest, a questioning. + +A smile dawned upon the exquisite face, humanizing it, transfiguring +it, touching with tenderness the sweet and sleeping mouth--as a hovering +dream the lips of the slumbering maid. + +And on the face of Ruth, as upon a mirror, I watched that same slow, +understanding tenderness reflected! + +“Come,” said Norhala, and led the way through the sparkling curtains. +As she passed, an arm around Ruth's neck, I saw the marks of Ventnor's +fingers upon her white shoulder, staining its purity, marring it like a +blasphemy. + +For an instant I hung behind, watching their figures grow misty within +the shining shadows; then followed hastily. Entering the mists I was +conscious of a pleasant tingling, an acceleration of the pulse, an +increase of that sense of well-being which, I grew suddenly aware, +had since the beginning of our strange journey minimized the nervous +attrition of constant contact with the abnormal. + +Striving to classify, to reduce to order, my sensations I drew close to +the others, overtaking them in a dozen paces. A dozen paces more and we +stepped out of the curtainings. + + + + +CHAPTER XI. THE METAL EMPEROR + +We stood at the edge of a well whose walls were of that same green +vaporous iridescence through which we had just come, but finer grained, +compact; as though here the corpuscles of which they were woven were far +closer spun. Thousands of feet above us the mighty cylinder uprose, and +in the lessened circle that was its mouth I glimpsed the bright stars; +and knew by this it opened into the free air. + +All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed regularly +along its height by wide amethystine bands--like rings of a hollow +piston. They were, in color, replicas of that I had glimpsed before +our descent into this place and against whose gleaming cataracts the +outlines of the incredible city had lowered. And they were in motion, +spinning smoothly, and swiftly. + +Only one swift glance I gave them, my eyes held by a most +extraordinary--edifice--altar--machine--I could not find the word for +it--then. + +Its base was a scant hundred yards from where we had paused and +concentric with the sides of the pit. It stood upon a thick circular +pedestal of what appeared to be cloudy rock crystal supported by +hundreds of thick rods of the same material. + +Up from it lifted the structure, a thing of glistening cones and +spinning golden disks; fantastic yet disquietingly symmetrical; bizarre +as an angled headdress worn by a mountainous Javanese god--yet coldly, +painfully mathematical. In every direction the cones pointed, seemingly +interwoven of strands of metal and of light. + +What was their color? It came to me--that of the mysterious element +which stains the sun's corona, that diadem seen only when our day star +is in eclipse; the unknown element which science has named coronium, +which never yet has been found on earth and that may be electricity +in its one material form; electricity that is ponderable; force whose +vibrations are keyed down to mass; power transmuted into substance. + +Thousands upon thousands the cones bristled, pyramiding to the base +of one tremendous spire that tapered up almost to the top of the shaft +itself. + +In their grouping the mind caught infinite calculations carried into +infinity; an apotheosis of geometry compassing the rhythms of unknown +spatial dimensions; concentration of the equations of the star hordes. + +The mathematics of the Cosmos. + +From the left of the crystalline base swept an enormous sphere. It was +twice the height of a tall man, and it was a paler blue than any of +these Things I had seen, almost, indeed, an azure; different, too, in +other subtle, indefinable ways. + +Behind it glided a pair of the pyramidal shapes, their pointed +tips higher by a yard or more than the top of the sphere. They +paused--regarding us. Out from the opposite arc of the crystal pedestal +moved six other globes, somewhat smaller than the first and of a deep +purplish luster. + +They separated, lining up on each side of the leader now standing a +little in advance of the twin tetrahedrons, rigid and motionless as +watching guards. + +There they stood--that enigmatic row, intent, studying us beneath their +god or altar or machine of cones and disks within their cylinder walled +with light. + +And at that moment there crystallized within my consciousness the +sublimation of all the strangenesses of all that had gone before, a +panic loneliness as though I had wandered into an alien world--a world +as unfamiliar to humanity, as unfamiliar with it as our own would seem +to a thinking, mobile crystal adrift among men. + +Norhala raised her white arms in salutation; from her throat came a +lilting theme of her weirdly ordered, golden chanting. Was it speech, I +wondered; and if so--prayer or entreaty or command? + +The great sphere quivered and undulated. Swifter than the eye could +follow it dilated; opened! + +Where the azure globe had been, flashed out a disk of flaming splendors, +the very secret soul of flowered flame! And simultaneously the pyramids +leaped up and out behind it--two gigantic, four-rayed stars blazing with +cold blue fires. + +The green auroral curtainings flared out, ran with streaming +radiance--as though some Spirit of Jewels had broken bonds of +enchantment and burst forth jubilant, flooding the shaft with its freed +glories. Norhala's song ceased; an arm dropped down upon the shoulders +of Ruth. + +Then woman and girl began to float toward the radiant disk. + +As one, the three of us sprang after them. I felt a shock that was like +a quick, abrupt tap upon every nerve and muscle, stiffening them into +helpless rigidity. + +Paralyzing that sharp, unseen contact had been, but nothing of pain +followed it. Instead it created an extraordinary acuteness of sight and +hearing, an abnormal keying up of the observational faculties, as though +the energy so mysteriously drawn from our motor centers had been thrown +back into the sensory. + +I could take in every minute detail of the flashing miracle of gemmed +fires and its flaming ministers. Halfway between them and us Norhala and +Ruth drifted; I could catch no hint of voluntary motion on their part +and knew that they were not walking, but were being borne onward by some +manifestation of that same force which held us motionless. + +I forgot them in my contemplation of the Disk. + +It was oval, twenty feet in height, I judged, and twelve in its greatest +width. A broad band, translucent as sun golden chrysolite, ran about its +periphery. + +Set within this zodiac and spaced at mathematically regular intervals +were nine ovoids of intensely living light. They shone like nine +gigantic cabochon cut sapphires; they ranged from palest, watery blue +up through azure and purple and down to a ghostly mauve shot with sullen +undertones of crimson. + +In each of them was throned a flame that seemed the very fiery essence +of vitality. + +The--BODY--was convex, swelling outward like the boss of a shield; +shimmering rosy-gray and crystalline. From the vital ovoids ran a +pattern of sparkling threads, irised and brilliant as floss of molten +jewels; converging with interfacings of spirals, of volutes and of +triangles into the nucleus. + +And that nucleus, what was it? + +Even now I can but guess--brain in part as we understand brain, +certainly; but far, far more than that in its energies, its powers. + +It was like an immense rose. An incredible rose of a thousand close +clustering petals. It blossomed with a myriad shifting hues. And instant +by instant the flood of varicolored flame that poured into its petalings +down from the sapphire ovoids waxed and waned in crescendoes and +diminuendoes of relucent harmonies--ecstatic, awesome. + +The heart of the rose was a star of incandescent ruby. + +From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra it was +instinct with and poured forth power--power vast and conscious. + +Not with that same completeness could I realize the ministering star +shapes, half hidden as they were by the Disk. Their radiance was less, +nor had they its miracle of pulsing gem fires. Blue they were, blue of +a peculiar vibrancy, and blue were the glistening threads that ran +down from blue-black circular convexities set within each of the points +visible to me. + +Unlike in shape, their flame of vitality dimmer than the ovoids of the +Disk's golden zone, still I knew that they were even as those--ORGANS, +organs of unknown senses, unknown potentialities. Their nuclei I could +not observe. + +The floating figures had drawn close to that disk and had paused. + +And on the moment of their pausing I felt a surge of strength, a +snapping of the spell that had bound us, an instantaneous withdrawal of +the inhibiting force. Ventnor broke into a run, holding his rifle at +the alert. We raced after him; were close to the shining shapes. And, +gasping, we stopped short not a dozen paces away. + +For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of the Disk as though +lifted by gentle, unseen hands. Close to it for an instant she swung. I +saw the exquisite body gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in +soft flames of rosy pearl. + +Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac. From the edges +of three of the ovoids swirled a little cloud of tentacles, gossamer +filaments of opal. They whipped out a full yard from the Disk's surface, +touching her, caressing her. + +For a moment she hung there, her face hidden from us; then was dropped +softly to her feet and stood, arms stretched wide, her copper hair +streaming cloudily about her regal head. + +And up past her floated Ruth, levitated as had been she--and her face, +ecstatic as though she were gazing into Paradise, yet drenched with the +tranquillity of the infinite. Her wide eyes stared up toward that rose +of splendors through which the pulsing colors now raced more swiftly. +She hung poised before it while around her head a faint aureole began to +form. + +Again the gossamer threads thrust forth, searched her. They ran over her +rough clothing--perplexedly. They coiled about her neck, stole through +her hair, brushed shut her eyes, circled her brow, her breasts, girdled +her. + +Weirdly was it like some intelligence observing, studying, some creature +of another species--puzzled by its similarity and unsimilarity with the +one other creature of its kind it knew, and striving to reconcile those +differences. And like such a questioning brain calling upon others for +counsel, it swung Ruth upward to the watching star at the right. + +A rifle shot rang out. + +Another--the reports breaking the silence like a profanation. Unseen by +either of us, Ventnor had slipped to one side where he could cover the +core of ruby flame that must have seemed to him the heart of the Disk's +rose of fire. He knelt a few yards away, white lipped, eyes cold gray +ice, sighting carefully for a third shot. + +“Don't! Martin--don't fire!” I shouted, leaping toward him. + +“Stop! Ventnor--” Drake's panic cry mingled with my own. + +But before we could reach him, Norhala flew to him, like a darting +swallow. Down the face of the Disk glided the upright body of Ruth, +struck softly, stood swaying. + +And out of the blue-black convexity within a star point of one of the +opened pyramids a lance of intense green flame darted, a lightning bolt +as real as any hurled by tempest, upon Ventnor. + +The shattered air closed behind the streaming spark with the sound of +breaking glass. + +It struck--Norhala. + +It struck her. It seemed to splash upon her, to run down her like water. +One curling tongue writhed over her bare shoulder and leaped to the +barrel of the rifle in Ventnor's hands. It flashed up it and licked +him. The gun was torn from his grip, hurled high in air, exploding as it +went. He leaped convulsively from his knees and dropped. + +I heard a wailing, low, bitter and heartbroken. Past us ran Ruth, all +dream, all unearthliness gone from a face now a tragic mask of human +woe and terror. She threw herself down beside her brother, felt of his +heart; then raised herself upon her knees and thrust out supplicating +hands to the shapes. + +“Don't hurt him any more! He didn't mean it!” she cried out to them +piteously--like a child. She reached up, caught one of Norhala's hands. +“Norhala--don't let them kill him. Don't let them hurt him any more. +Please!” she sobbed. + +Beside me I heard Drake cursing. + +“If they touch her I'll kill the woman! I will, by God I will!” He +strode to Norhala's side. + +“If you want to live, call off these devils of yours.” His voice was +strangled. + +She looked at him, wonder deepening on the tranquil brow, in the clear, +untroubled gaze. Of course she could not understand his words--but it +was not that which made my own sick apprehension grow. + +It was that she did not understand what called them forth. Did not even +understand what reason lay behind Ruth's sorrow, Ruth's prayer. + +And more and more wondering grew in her eyes as she looked from the +threatening Drake to the supplicating Ruth, and from them to the still +body of Ventnor. + +“Tell her what I say, Goodwin. I mean it.” + +I shook my head. That was not the way, I knew. I looked toward the Disk, +still flanked with its sextette of spheres, still guarded by the flaming +blue stars. They were motionless, calm, watching. I sensed no hostility, +no anger; it was as though they were waiting for us to--to--waiting for +us to do what? + +It came to me--they were indifferent. That was it--as indifferent as we +could be to the struggle of an ephemera; and as mildly curious. + +“Norhala,” I turned to the woman, “she would not have him suffer; she +would not have him die. She loves him.” + +“Love?” she repeated, and all of her wonderment seemed crystallized in +the word. “Love?” she asked. + +“She loves him,” I said; and then, why I did not know, but I added, +pointing to Drake: “and he loves her.” + +There was a tiny, astonished sob from Ruth. Again Norhala brooded over +her. Then with a little despairing shake of her head, she paced over and +faced the great Disk. + + +Tensely we waited. Communication there was between them, interchange +of--thought; how carried out I would not hazard even to myself. + +But of a surety these two--the goddess woman, the wholly unhuman shape +of metal, of jeweled fires and conscious force--understood each other. + +For she turned, stood aside--and the body of Ventnor quivered, arose +from the floor, stood upright and with closed eyes, head dropping upon +one shoulder, glided toward the Disk like a dead man carried by those +messengers never seen by man who, the Arabs believe, bear the death +drugged souls before Allah for their awakening. + +Ruth moaned and hid her eyes; Drake reached down, gathered her up in his +arms, held her close. + +Ventnor's body stood before the Disk, then swam up along its face. The +tendrils waved out, felt of it, thrust themselves down through the wide +collar of the shirt. The floating form passed higher, over the edge of +the Disk; lay high beside the right star point of the rayed shape to +which Ruth had been passing when Ventnor's shot brought the tragedy upon +us. I saw other tentacles whip forth, examine, caress. + +Then down the body swung, was borne through air, laid gently at our +feet. + +“He is not--dead,” it was Norhala beside me; she lifted Ruth's face from +Drake's breast. “He will not die. It may be he will walk again. They +can not help,” there was a shadow of apology in her tones. “They did +not know. They thought it was the”--she hesitated as though at loss for +words--“the--the Fire Play.” + +“The Fire Play?” I gasped. + +“Yes,” she nodded. “You shall see it. And now I will take him to my +house. You are safe--now, nor need you trouble. For he has given you to +me.” + +“Who has given us to you--Norhala?” I asked, as calmly as I could. + +“He”--she nodded to the Disk, then spoke the phrase that was both +ancient Assyria's and ancient Persia's title for their all-conquering +rulers, and that meant--“the King of Kings. The Great King, Master of +Life and Death.” + +She took Ruth from Drake's arms, pointing to Ventnor. + +“Bear him,” she commanded, and led the way back through the walls of +light. + +As we lifted the body, I slipped my hand through the shirt, felt at the +heart. Faint was the pulsation and slow, but regular. + +Close to the encircling vapors I cast one look behind me. The shapes +stood immobile, flashing disks, gigantic radiant stars and the six great +spheres beneath their geometric super-Euclidean god or shrine or machine +of interwoven threads of luminous force and metal--still motionless, +still watching. + +We emerged into the place of pillars. There stood the hooded pony and +its patience, its uncomplaining acceptance of its place as servant to +man brought a lump into my throat, salved, I suppose, my human vanity, +abased as it had been by the colossal indifference of those things to +which we were but playthings. + +Again Norhala sent forth her call. Out of the maze glided her quintette +of familiars; again the four clicked into one. Upon its top we lifted, +Drake ascending first, the pony; then the body of Ventnor. + +I saw Norhala lead Ruth to the remaining cube; saw the girl break away +from her, leap beside me, and kneeling at her brother's head, cradle +it against her soft breast. Then as I found in the medicine case the +hypodermic needle and the strychnine for which I had been searching, I +began my examination of Ventnor. + +The cubes quivered--swept away through the forest of columns. + +We crouched, the three of us, blind to anything that lay about us, +heedless of whatever road of wonders we were on, striving to strengthen +in Ventnor the spark of life so near extinction. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. “I WILL GIVE YOU PEACE” + +In our concentration upon Ventnor none of us had given thought to the +passing of time, nor where we were going. We stripped him to the waist, +and while Ruth massaged head and neck, Drake's strong fingers kneaded +chest and abdomen. I had used to the utmost my somewhat limited medical +knowledge. + +We had found no mark nor burn upon him, not even upon his hands over +which had run the licking flame. The slightly purplish, cyanotic +tinge of his skin had given way to a clear pallor; the skin was itself +disquietingly cold, the blood-pressure only slightly subnormal. The +pulse was more rapid, stronger; the breathing faint but regular, and +with no laboring. The pupils of his eyes were contracted almost to the +point of invisibility. + +I could get no nervous reactions whatever. I am familiar with the +effects of electric shock and know what to do in such cases, but +Ventnor's symptoms, while similar in part, presented other features +unknown to me and most puzzling. There was a passive automatism, a +perplexing muscular rigidity which caused arms and legs, hands and head +to remain, doll-like, in any position placed. + +Several times during my labors I had been aware of Norhala gazing down +upon us; but she made no effort to help, nor did she speak. + +Now, my strained attention relaxing, I began to receive and note +impressions from without. There was a different feeling in the air, +a diminution of the magnetic tension; I smelled the blessed breath of +trees and water. + +The light about us was clear and pearly, about the intensity of the moon +at full. Looking back along the way we had been traveling, I saw a half +mile away vertical, knife-sharp edges of two facing cliffs, the gap +between them a mile or more wide. + +Through them we must have passed, for beyond them were the radiant mists +of the pit of the city, and through this precipitous gateway filtered +the enveloping luminosity. On each side of us uprose gradually +converging and perpendicular scarps along whose base huddled a sparse +foliage. + +There came a low whistle of astonishment from Drake; I turned. We were +slowly gliding toward something that looked like nothing so much as a +huge and shimmering bubble of mingled sapphire and turquoise, swimming +up from and two-thirds above and the balance still hidden within earth. +It seemed to draw to itself the light, sending it back with gleamings +of the gray-blue of the star sapphire, with pellucid azures and lazulis +like clouded jades, with glistening peacock iridescences and tender, +milky greens of tropic shallows. + +Little turrets globular and topaz, yellow and pierced with tiny +hexagonal openings clustered about it like baby bubbles just nestling +down to rest. + +Great trees shadowed it, unfamiliar trees among whose glossy leaves +blossomed in wreaths flowers pink and white as apple-blossoms. +From their graceful branches strange fruits, golden and scarlet and +pear-shaped, hung pendulous. + +It was an elfin palace; a goblin dwelling; such a bower as some +mirthful, beauty-loving Jinn King of Jewels might have built from +enchanted hoards for some well-beloved daughter of earth. + +All of fifty feet in height was the blue globe, and up to a wide and +ovaled entrance ran a broad and shining roadway. Along this the cubes +swept and stopped. + +“My house,” murmured Norhala. + +The attraction that had held us to the surface of the blocks relaxed, +angled through changed and assisting lines of force; the hosts of +minute eyes sparkling quizzically, interestedly, at us, we gently slid +Ventnor's body; lifted down the pony. + +“Enter,” sighed Norhala, and waved a welcoming hand. + +“Tell her to wait a minute,” ordered Drake. + +He slipped the bandage from off the pony's head, threw off the +saddlebags, and led it to the side of the roadway where thick, lush +grass was growing, spangled with flowerets. There he hobbled it and +rejoined us. Together we picked up Ventnor and passed slowly through the +portal. + +We stood in a shadowed chamber. The light that filled it was +translucent, and oddly enough with little of the bluish quality I had +expected. Crystalline it was; the shadows crystalline, too, rigid--like +the facets of great crystals. And as my eyes accustomed themselves I saw +that what I had thought shadows actually were none. + +They were slices of semitransparent stone like pale moonstones, +springing from the curving walls and the high dome, and bisecting and +intersecting the chamber. They were pierced with oval doorways over +which fell glimmering metallic curtains--silk of silver and gold. + +I glimpsed a pile of this silken stuff near by, and as we laid our +burden upon it Ruth caught my arm with a little frightened cry. + +Through a curtained oval sidled a figure. + +Black and tall, its long and gnarled arms swung apelike; its shoulders +were distorted, one so much longer than the other that the hand upon +that side hung far below the knee. + +It walked with a curious, crablike motion. Upon its face were stamped +countless wrinkles and its blackness seemed less that of pigmentation +than the weathering of unbelievable years, the very stain of +ancientness. And about neither face nor figure was there anything to +show whether it was man or woman. + +From the twisted shoulders a short and sleeveless red tunic fell. +Incredibly old the creature was--and by its corded muscles, its sinewy +tendons, as incredibly powerful. It raised within me a half sick +revulsion, loathing. But the eyes were not ancient, no. Irisless, +lashless, black and brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web +of wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of worship. + + +It threw itself at her feet, prostrate, the inordinately long arms +outstretched. + +“Mistress!” it whined in a high and curiously unpleasant falsetto. +“Great lady! Goddess!” + +She stretched out a sandaled foot, touched one of the black taloned +hands, and at the contact I saw a shiver of ecstasy run through the lank +body. “Yuruk--” she began, and paused, regarding us. + +“The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!” It was a chant of +adoration. + +“Yuruk. Rise. Look upon the strangers.” + +The creature--and now I knew what it was--writhed, twisted, and +hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, hands knuckling the floor. + +By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain that not till now +had the eunuch taken cognizance of us. The amazement fled, was replaced +with a black fire of malignancy, of hatred--jealousy. + +“Augh!” he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm toward Ruth. She +gave a little cry, cowered against Drake. + +“None of that!” He struck down the clutching arm. + +“Yuruk!” There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned voice. “Yuruk, +these belong to me. No harm must come to them. Yuruk--beware!” + +“The goddess commands. Yuruk obeys.” If fear quavered in the words, +beneath was more than a trace of a sullenness, too, sinister enough. + +“That's a nice little playmate for her new playthings,” muttered Drake. +“If that bird gets the least bit gay--I shoot him pronto.” He gave Ruth +a reassuring hug. “Cheer up, Ruth. Don't mind that thing. He's something +we can handle.” + +Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one of the curtained +ovals and through it, reappearing almost instantly with a huge platter +upon which were fruits, and a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick +porcelain. + +“Eat,” she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the platter at our +feet. + +“Hungry?” asked Drake. Ruth shook her head violently. + +“I'm going out for the saddlebags,” said Drake. “We'll use our own +stuff--while it lasts. I'm taking no chances on what the Yuruk lad +brings--with all due respect to Norhala's good intentions.” + +He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his way. + +“We have with us food of our own, Norhala,” I explained. “He goes to get +it.” + +She nodded indifferently; clapped her hands. Yuruk shrank back, and out +strode Drake. + +“I am weary,” sighed Norhala. “The way was long. I will refresh +myself--” + +She stretched out a foot toward Yuruk. He knelt, unlaced the turquoise +bands, drew off the sandals. Her hands sought her breast, dwelt for an +instant there. + +Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as though reluctant +to unclasp her; whispering they fell from the high and tender breasts, +the delicate rounded hips, and clustered about her feet in soft +petalings as of some flower of pale amber foam. Out of the calyx of that +flower arose the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with glowing glory +of her cloudy hair. + +Naked she was, yet clothed with an unearthly purity, the purity of the +far-flung, serene stars, of the eternal snows upon some calm, high-flung +peak, the tranquil, silver dawns of spring; protected by some spell of +divinity which chilled and slew the flame of desire. A maiden Ishtar, a +virginal Isis; a woman--yet with no more of woman's lure than if she had +been some exquisite and breathing statue of mingled ivory and milk of +pearls. + +So she stood, indifferent to us who gazed upon her, withdrawn, musing, +as though she had forgotten us. And that serene indifference, with its +entire absence of what we term sex consciousness, revealed to me once +more how great was the abyss between us and her. + +Slowly she raised her arms, wound the floating tresses into a coronal. +I saw Drake enter with the saddlebags; saw them drop from hands relaxing +under the shock of this amazing tableau; saw his eyes widen and fill +with wonder and half-awed admiration. + +Now Norhala stepped out of her fallen robes and moved toward the further +wall, Yuruk following. He stooped, raised an ewer of silver and began +gently to pour over her shoulders its contents. Again and again he bent +and filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which came +the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring. And again I marveled at +the marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing +water left tiny silvery globules, gemming it. The eunuch slithered to +one side, drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted her +dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue. + +Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her brother's +head upon her knees. + +She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; hesitated as Ruth's +face set in a passion of denial. A shadow of kindness drifted through +the wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked +curiously down on Ventnor. + +“Bathe,” she murmured, and pointed to the pool. “And rest. No harm shall +come to any of you here. And you--” A hand rested for a moment lightly +on the girl's curly head. “When you desire it--I will again give +you--peace!” + +She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, was hidden +beyond them. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. “VOICE FROM THE VOID” + +Helplessly we looked at each other. Then called forth perhaps by what +she saw in Drake's eyes, perhaps by another thought, Ruth's cheeks +crimsoned, her head drooped; the web of her hair hid the warm rose of +her face, the frozen pallor of Ventnor's. + +Abruptly, she sprang to her feet. “Walter! Dick! Something's happening +to Martin!” + +Before she had ceased we were beside her; bending over Ventnor. His +mouth was opening, slowly, slowly--with an effort agonizing to watch. +Then his voice came through lips that scarcely moved; faint, faint as +though it floated from infinite distances, a ghost of a voice whispering +with phantom breath out of a dead throat. + +“Hard--hard! So hard!” the whispering complained. “Don't know how long I +can keep connection--with voice. + +“Was fool to shoot. Sorry--might have gotten you in worse trouble--but +crazy with fear for Ruth--thought, too, might be worth chance. +Sorry--not my usual line--” + +The thin thread of sound ceased. I felt my eyes fill with tears; it was +like Ventnor to flay himself like this for what he thought stupidity, +like him to make this effort to admit his supposed fault and crave +forgiveness--as like him as that mad attack upon the flaming Disk in its +own temple, surrounded by its ministers, had been so bafflingly unlike +his usual cool, collected self. + +“Martin,” I called, bending closer, “it's nothing, old friend. No one +blames you. Try to rouse yourself.” + +“Dear,” it was Ruth, passionately tender, “it's me. Can you hear me?” + +“Only speck of consciousness and motionless in the void,” the whisper +began again. “Terribly alive, terribly alone. Seem outside space +yet--still in body. Can't see, hear, feel--short-circuited from every +sense--but in some strange way realize you--Ruth, Walter, Drake. + +“See without seeing--here floating in darkness that is also light--black +light--indescribable. In touch, too, with these--” + +Again the voice trailed into silence; returned, word and phrase pouring +forth disconnected, with a curious and turbulent rhythm, like rushing +wave crests linked by half-seen threads of the spindrift, vocal +fragments of thought swiftly assembled by some subtle faculty of the +mind as they fell into a coherent, incredible message. + +“Group consciousness--gigantic--operating within our sphere--operating +also in spheres of vibration, energy, force--above, below one to which +humanity reacts--perception, command forces known to us--but in +greater degree--cognizant, manipulate unknown energies--senses known to +us--unknown--can't realize them fully--impossible cover, only impinge +on contact points akin to our senses, forces--even these profoundly +modified by additional ones--metallic, crystalline, magnetic, +electric--inorganic with every power of organic--consciousness basically +same as ours--profoundly changed by differences in mechanism through +which it finds expression--difference our bodies--theirs. + +“Conscious, mobile--inexorable, invulnerable. Getting clearer--see more +clearly--see--” the voice shrilled out in a shuddering, thin lash of +despair--“No! No--oh, God--no!” + +Then clearly and solemnly: + +“And God said: let us make men in our image, after our likeness, and +let them have dominion over all the earth, and every creeping thing that +creepeth upon the earth.” + +A silence; we bent closer, listening; the still, small voice took up +the thread once more--but clearly further on. Something we had missed +between that text from Genesis and what we were now hearing; something +that even as he had warned us, he had not been able to articulate. The +whisper broke through clearly in the middle of a sentence. + +“Nor is Jehovah the God of myriads of millions who through those same +centuries, and centuries upon centuries before them, found earth a +garden and grave--and all these countless gods and goddesses only +phantom barriers raised by man to stand between him and the eternal +forces man's instinct has always warned him are ever in readiness to +destroy. That do destroy him as soon as his vigilance relaxes, his +resistance weakens--the eternal, ruthless law that will annihilate +humanity the instant it runs counter to that law and turns its will and +strength against itself--” + +A little pause; then came these singular sentences: + +“Weaklings praying for miracles to make easy the path their own wills +should clear. Beggars who whine for alms from dreams. Shirkers each +struggling to place upon his god the burden whose carrying and whose +carrying alone can give him strength to walk free and unafraid, himself +godlike among the stars.” + +And now distinctly, unfalteringly, the voice went on: + +“Dominion over all the earth? Yes--as long as man is fit to rule; no +longer. Science has warned us. Where was the mammal when the giant +reptiles reigned? Slinking hidden and afraid in the dark and secret +places. Yet man sprang from these skulking beasts. + +“For how long a time in the history of earth has man been master of it? +For a breath--for a cloud's passing. And will remain master only until +something grown stronger wrests mastery from him--even as he wrested it +from his ravening kind--as they took it from the reptiles--as did the +reptiles from the giant saurians--which snatched it from the nightmare +rulers of the Triassic--and so down to whatever held sway in the murk of +earth dawn. + +“Life! Life! Life! Life everywhere struggling for completion! + +“Life crowding other life aside, battling for its moment of supremacy, +gaining it, holding it for one rise and fall of the wings of time +beating through eternity--and then--hurled down, trampled under the feet +of another straining life whose hour has struck. + +“Life crowding outside every barred threshold in a million circling +worlds, yes, in a million rushing universes; pressing against the doors, +bursting them down, overwhelming, forcing out those dwellers who had +thought themselves so secure. + +“And these--these--” the voice suddenly dropped, became thickly, +vibrantly resonant, “over the Threshold, within the House of Man--nor +does he even dream that his doors are down. These--Things of metal whose +brains are thinking crystals--Things that suck their strength from the +sun and whose blood is the lightning. + +“The sun! The sun!” he cried. “There lies their weakness!” + +The voice rose in pitch, grew strident. + +“Go back to the city! Go back to the city! Walter--Drake. They are not +invulnerable. No! The sun--strike them through the sun! Go into the +city--not invulnerable--the Keeper of the Cones--strike at the Cones +when--the Keeper of the Cones--ah-h-h-ah--” + +We shrank back appalled, for from the parted, scarcely moving lips in +the unchanging face a gust of laughter, mad, mocking, terrifying, racked +its way. + +“Vulnerable--under the law--even as we! The Cones! + +“Go!” he gasped. A tremor shook him; slowly the mouth closed. + +“Martin! Brother,” wept Ruth. I thrust my hand into his breast; felt +the heart beating, with a curious suggestion of stubborn, unshakable +strength, as though every vital force had concentrated there as in a +beleaguered citadel. + +But Ventnor himself, the consciousness that was Ventnor was gone; had +withdrawn into that subjective void in which he had said he floated--a +lonely sentient atom, his one line of communication with us cut; severed +from us as completely as though he were, as he had described it, outside +space. + +And Drake and I looked at each other's eyes, neither daring to be first +to break the silence of which the muffled sobbing of the girl seemed to +be the sorrowful soul. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. “FREE! BUT A MONSTER!” + +The peculiar ability of the human mind to slip so readily into the +refuge of the commonplace after, or even during, some well-nigh +intolerable crisis, has been to me long one of the most interesting +phenomena of our psychology. + +It is instinctively a protective habit, of course, acquired through +precisely the same causes that had given to animals their protective +coloration--the stripes, say, of the zebra and tiger that blend so +cunningly with the barred and speckled shadowings of bush and jungle, +the twig and leaflike shapes and hues of certain insects; in fact, all +that natural camouflage which was the basis of the art of concealment so +astonishingly developed in the late war. + +Like the animals of the wild, the mind of man moves through a +jungle--the jungle of life, passing along paths beaten out by the +thought of his countless forefathers in their progress from birth to +death. + +And these paths are bordered and screened, figuratively and +literally, with bush and trees of his own selection, setting out and +cultivation--shelters of the familiar, the habitual, the customary. + +On these ancestral paths, within these barriers of usage, man moves +hidden and secure as the animals in their haunts--or so he thinks. + +Outside them lie the wildernesses and the gardens of the unknown, and +man's little trails are but rabbit-runs in an illimitable forest. + +But they are home to him! + +Therefore it is that he scurries from some open place of revelation, +some storm of emotion, some strength-testing struggle, back into the +shelter of the obvious; finding it an intellectual environment that +demands no slightest expenditure of mental energy or initiative, +strength to sally forth again into the unfamiliar. + +I crave pardon for this digression. I set it down because now I remember +how, when Drake at last broke the silence that had closed in upon +the passing of that still, small voice the essence of these thoughts +occurred to me. + +He strode over to the weeping girl, and in his voice was a roughness +that angered me until I realized his purpose. + +“Get up, Ruth,” he ordered. “He came back once and he'll come back +again. Now let him be and help us get a meal together. I'm hungry.” + +She looked up at him, incredulously, indignation rising. + +“Eat!” she exclaimed. “You can be hungry?” + +“You bet I can--and I am,” he answered cheerfully. “Come on; we've got +to make the best of it.” + +“Ruth,” I broke in gently, “we'll all have to think about ourselves a +little if we're to be of any use to him. You must eat--and then rest.” + +“No use crying in the milk even if it's spilt,” observed Drake, even +more cheerfully brutal. “I learned that at the front where we got so +we'd yelp for food even when the lads who'd been bringing it were all +mixed up in it.” + +She lifted Ventnor's head from her lap, rested it on the silks; arose, +eyes wrathful, her little hands closed in fists as though to strike him. + +“Oh--you brute!” she whispered. “And I thought--I thought--Oh, I hate +you!” + +“That's better,” said Dick. “Go ahead and hit me if you want. The madder +you get the better you'll feel.” + +For a moment I thought she was going to take him at his word; then her +anger fled. + +“Thanks--Dick,” she said quietly. + +And while I sat studying Ventnor, they put together a meal from the +stores, brewed tea over the spirit-lamp with water from the bubbling +spring. In these commonplaces I knew that she at least was finding +relief from that strain of the abnormal under which we had labored so +long. To my surprise I found that I was hungry, and with deep relief I +watched Ruth partake of food and drink even though lightly. + +About her seemed to hover something of the ethereal, elusive, and +disquieting. Was it the strangely pellucid light that gave the effect, I +wondered; and knew it was not, for as I scanned her covertly, there +fell upon her face that shadow of inhuman tranquillity, of unearthly +withdrawal which, I guessed, had more than anything else maddened +Ventnor into his attack upon the Disk. + +I watched her fight against it, drive it back. White lipped, she raised +her head and met my gaze. And in her eyes I read both terror and--shame. + +It came to me that painful as it might be for her the time for +questioning had come. + +“Ruth,” I said, “I know it's not necessary to remind you that we're in +a tight place. Every fact and every scrap of knowledge that we can lay +hold of is of the utmost importance in enabling us to determine our +course. + +“I'm going to repeat your brother's question--what did Norhala do to +you? And what happened when you were floating before the Disk?” + +The blaze of interest in Drake's eyes at these questions changed to +amazement at her stricken recoil from them. + +“There was nothing,” she whispered--then defiantly--“nothing. I don't +know what you mean.” + +“Ruth!” I spoke sharply now, in my own perplexity. “You do know. You +must tell us--for his sake.” I pointed toward Ventnor. + + +She drew a long breath. + +“You're right--of course,” she said unsteadily. “Only I--I thought maybe +I could fight it out myself. But you'll have to know it--there's a taint +upon me.” + +I caught in Drake's swift glance the echo of my own thrill of +apprehension for her sanity. + +“Yes,” she said, now quietly. “Some new and alien thing within my heart, +my brain, my soul. It came to me from Norhala when we rode the flying +block, and--he--sealed upon me when I was in--his”--again she crimsoned, +“embrace.” + +And as we gazed at her, incredulously: + +“A thing that urges me to forget you two--and Martin--and all the +world I've known. That tries to pull me from you--from all--to drift +untroubled in some vast calm filled with an ordered ecstasy of peace. +And whose calling I want, God help me, oh, so desperately to heed! + +“It whispered to me first,” she said, “from Norhala--when she put her +arm around me. It whispered and then seemed to float from her and cover +me like--like a veil, and from head to foot. It was a quietness and +peace that held within it a happiness at one and the same time utterly +tranquil and utterly free. + +“I seemed to be at the doorway to unknown ecstasies--and the life I had +known only a dream--and you, all of you--even Martin, dreams within a +dream. You weren't--real--and you did not--matter.” + +“Hypnotism,” muttered Drake, as she paused. + +“No.” She shook her head. “No--more than that. The wonder of it +grew--and grew. I thrilled with it. I remember nothing of that ride, saw +nothing--except that once through the peace enfolding me pierced warning +that Martin was in peril, and I broke through to see him clutching +Norhala and to see floating up in her eyes death for him. + +“And I saved him--and again forgot. Then, when I saw that +beautiful, flaming Shape--I felt no terror, no fear--only a +tremendous--joyous--anticipation, as though--as though--” She faltered, +hung her head, then leaving that sentence unfinished, whispered: “and +when--it--lifted me it was as though I had come at last out of some +endless black ocean of despair into the full sun of paradise.” + +“Ruth!” cried Drake, and at the pain in his cry she winced. + +“Wait,” she said, and held up a little, tremulous hand. “You asked--and +now you must listen.” + +She was silent; and when once more she spoke her voice was low, +curiously rhythmic; her eyes rapt: + +“I was free--free from every human fetter of fear or sorrow or love or +hate; free even of hope--for what was there to hope for when everything +desirable was mine? And I was elemental; one with the eternal things yet +fully conscious that I was--I. + +“It was as though I were the shining shadow of a star afloat upon the +breast of some still and hidden woodland pool; as though I were a little +wind dancing among the mountain tops; a mist whirling down a quiet glen; +a shimmering lance of the aurora pulsing in the high solitudes. + +“And there was music--strange and wondrous music and terrible, but not +terrible to me--who was part of it. Vast chords and singing themes that +rang like clusters of little swinging stars and harmonies that were like +the very voice of infinite law resolving within itself all discords. And +all--all--passionless, yet--rapturous. + +“Out of the Thing that held me, out from its fires pulsed vitality--a +flood of inhuman energy in which I was bathed. And it was as though this +energy were--reassembling me, fitting me even closer to the elemental +things, changing me fully into them. + +“I felt the little tendrils touching, caressing--then came the shots. +Awakening was--dreadful, a struggling back from drowning. I saw +Martin--blasted. I drove the--the spell away from me, tore it away. + +“And, O Walter--Dick--it hurt--it hurt--and for a breath before I ran +to him it was like--like coming from a world in which there was no +disorder, no sorrow, no doubts, a rhythmic, harmonious world of light +and music, into--into a world that was like a black and dirty kitchen. + +“And it's there,” her voice rose, hysterically. “It's still within +me--whispering, whispering; urging me away from you, from Martin, from +every human thing; bidding me give myself up, surrender my humanity. + +“Its seal,” she sobbed. “No--HIS seal! An alien consciousness sealed +within me, that tries to make the human me a slave--that waits to +overcome my will--and if I surrender gives me freedom, an incredible +freedom--but makes me, being still human, a--monster.” + +She hid her face in her hands, quivering. + +“If I could sleep,” she wailed. “But I'm afraid to sleep. I think I +shall never sleep again. For sleeping how do I know what I may be when I +wake?” + +I caught Drake's eye; he nodded. I slipped my hand down into the +medicine-case, brought forth a certain potent and tasteless combination +of drugs which I carry upon explorations. + +I dropped a little into her cup, then held it to her lips. Like a child, +unthinking, she obeyed and drank. + +“But I'll not surrender.” Her eyes were tragic. “Never think it! I can +win--don't you know I can?” + +“Win?” Drake dropped down beside her, drew her toward him. “Bravest girl +I've known--of course you'll win. And remember this--nine-tenths of what +you're thinking now is purely over-wrought nerves and weariness. You'll +win--and we'll win, never doubt it.” + +“I don't,” she said. “I know it--oh, it will be hard--but I will--I +will--” + + + + +CHAPTER XV. THE HOUSE OF NORHALA + +Her eyes closed, her body relaxed; the potion had done its work quickly. +We laid her beside Ventnor on the pile of silken stuffs, covered them +both with a fold, then looked at each other long and silently--and I +wondered whether my face was as grim and drawn as his. + +“It appears,” he said at last, curtly, “that it's up to you and me for +powwow quick. I hope you're not sleepy.” + +“I am not,” I answered as curtly; the edge of nerves in his manner of +questioning doing nothing to soothe my own, “and even if I were I would +hardly expect to put all the burden of the present problem upon you by +going to sleep.” + +“For God's sake don't be a prima donna,” he flared up. “I meant no +offense.” + +“I'm sorry, Dick,” I said. “We're both a little jumpy, I guess.” He +nodded; gripped my hand. + +“It wouldn't be so bad,” he muttered, “if all four of us were all +right. But Ventnor's down and out, and God alone knows for how long. And +Ruth--has all the trouble we have and some special ones of her own. I've +an idea”--he hesitated--“an idea that there was no exaggeration in that +story she told--an idea that if anything she underplayed it.” + +“I, too,” I replied somberly. “And to me it is the most hideous phase +of this whole situation--and for reasons not all connected with Ruth,” I +added. + +“Hideous!” he repeated. “Unthinkable--yet all this is unthinkable. +And still--it is! And Ventnor--coming back--that way. Like a lost soul +finding voice. + +“Was it raving, Goodwin? Or could he have been--how was it he put it--in +touch with these Things and their purpose? Was that message--truth?” + +“Ask yourself that question,” I said. “Man--you know it was truth. Had +not inklings of it come to you even before he spoke? They had to me. +His message was but an interpretation, a synthesis of facts I, for one, +lacked the courage to admit.” + +“I, too,” he nodded. “But he went further than that. What did he mean by +the Keeper of the Cones--and that the Things--were vulnerable under the +same law that orders us? And why did he command us to go back to the +city? How could he know--how could he?” + +“There's nothing inexplicable in that, at any rate,” I answered. +“Abnormal sensitivity of perception due to the cutting off of all +sensual impressions. There's nothing uncommon in that. You have its most +familiar form in the sensitivity of the blind. You've watched the same +thing at work in certain forms of hypnotic experimentation, haven't you? + +“Through the operation of entirely understandable causes the mind gains +the power to react to vibrations that normally pass unperceived; is able +to project itself through this keying up of perception into a wider area +of consciousness than the normal. Just as in certain diseases of the ear +the sufferer, though deaf to sounds within the average range of hearing, +is fully aware of sound vibrations far above and far below those the +healthy ear registers.” + +“I know,” he said. “I don't need to be convinced. But we accept these +things in theory--and when we get up against them for ourselves we +doubt. + +“How many people are there in Christendom, do you think, who believe +that the Saviour ascended from the dead, but who if they saw it today +would insist upon medical inspection, doctor's certificates, a +clinic, and even after that render a Scotch verdict? I'm not speaking +irreverently--I'm just stating a fact.” + +Suddenly he moved away from me, strode over to the curtained oval +through which Norhala had gone. + +“Dick,” I cried, following him hastily, “where are you going? What are +you going to do?” + +“I'm going after Norhala,” he answered. “I'm going to have a showdown +with her or know the reason why.” + +“Drake,” I cried again, aghast, “don't make the mistake Ventnor did. +That's not the way to win through. Don't--I beg you, don't.” + +“You're wrong,” he answered stubbornly. “I'm going to get her. She's got +to talk.” + +He thrust out a hand to the curtains. Before he could touch them, they +were parted. Out from between them slithered the black eunuch. He stood +motionless, regarding us; in the ink-black eyes a red flame of hatred. I +pushed myself between him and Drake. + +“Where is your mistress, Yuruk?” I asked. + +“The goddess has gone,” he replied sullenly. + +“Gone?” I said suspiciously, for certainly Norhala had not passed us. +“Where?” + +“Who shall question the goddess?” he asked. “She comes and she goes as +she pleases.” + +I translated this for Drake. + +“He's got to show me,” he said. “Don't think I'm going to spill any +beans, Goodwin. But I want to talk to her. I think I'm right, honestly I +do.” + + +After all, I reflected, there was much in his determination to recommend +it. It was the obvious thing to do--unless we admitted that Norhala was +superhuman; and that I would not admit. In command of forces we did not +yet know, en rapport with these People of Metal, sealed with that alien +consciousness Ruth had described--all these, yes. But still a woman--of +that I was certain. And surely Drake could be trusted not to repeat +Ventnor's error. + +“Yuruk,” I said, “we think you lie. We would speak to your mistress. +Take us to her.” + +“I have told you that the goddess is not here,” he said. “If you do not +believe it is nothing to me. I cannot take you to her for I do not know +where she is. Is it your wish that I take you through her house?” + +“It is,” I said. + +“The goddess has commanded me to serve you in all things.” He bowed, +sardonically. “Follow.” + +Our search was short. We stepped out into what for want of better words +I can describe only as a central hall. It was circular, and strewn with +thick piled small rugs whose hues had been softened by the alchemy of +time into exquisite, shadowy echoes of color. + +The walls of this hall were of the same moonstone substance that had +enclosed the chamber upon whose inner threshold we were. They whirled +straight up to the dome in a crystalline, cylindrical cone. Four +doorways like that in which we stood pierced them. Through each of their +curtainings in turn we peered. + +All were precisely similar in shape and proportions, radiating in a +lunetted, curved base triangle from the middle chamber; the curvature of +the enclosing globe forming back wall and roof; the translucent slicings +the sides; the circle of floor of the inner hall the truncating lunette. + +The first of these chambers was utterly bare. The one opposite held a +half-dozen suits of the lacquered armor, as many wicked looking, short +and double-edged swords and long javelins. The third I judged to be the +lair of Yuruk; within it was a copper brazier, a stand of spears and a +gigantic bow, a quiver full of arrows leaning beside it. The fourth room +was littered with coffers great and small, of wood and of bronze, and +all tightly closed. + +The fifth room was beyond question Norhala's bedchamber. Upon its floor +the ancient rugs were thick. A low couch of carven ivory inset with gold +rested a few feet from the doorway. A dozen or more of the chests were +scattered about and flowing over with silken stuffs. + +Upon the back of four golden lions stood a high mirror of polished +silver. And close to it, in curiously incongruous domestic array stood +a stiffly marshaled row of sandals. Upon one of the chests were heaped +combs and fillets of shell and gold and ivory studded with jewels blue +and yellow and crimson. + +To all of these we gave but a passing glance. We sought for Norhala. +And of her we found no shadow. She had gone even as the black eunuch had +said; flitting unseen past Ruth, perhaps, absorbed in her watch over her +brother; perhaps through some hidden opening in this room of hers. + +Yuruk let drop the curtains, sidled back to the first room, we after +him. The two there had not moved. We drew the saddlebags close, propped +ourselves against them. + +The black eunuch squatted a dozen feet away, facing us, chin upon his +knees, taking us in with unblinking eyes blank of any emotion. Then +he began to move slowly his tremendously long arms in easy, soothing +motion, the hands running along the floor upon their talons in arcs +and circles. It was curious how these hands seemed to be endowed with a +volition of their own, independent of the arms upon which they swung. + +And now I could see only the hands, shuttling so smoothly, so +rhythmically back and forth--weaving so sleepily, so sleepily back and +forth--black hands that dripped sleep--hypnotic. + +Hypnotic! I sprang from the lethargy closing upon me. In one quick side +glance I saw Drake's head nodding--nodding in time to the movement of +the black hands. I jumped to my feet, shaking with an intensity of rage +unfamiliar to me; thrust my pistol into the wrinkled face. + +“Damn you!” I cried. “Stop that. Stop it and turn your back.” + +The corded muscles of the arms contracted, the claws of the slithering +paws drew in as though he were about to clutch me; the ebon pools of +eyes were covered with a frozen film of hate. + +He could not have known what was this tube with which I menaced him, +but its threat he certainly sensed and was afraid to meet. He squattered +about, wrapped his arms around his knees, crouched with back toward us. + +“What's the matter?” asked Drake drowsily. + +“He tried to hypnotize us,” I answered shortly. “And pretty nearly did.” + +“So that's what it was.” He was now wide awake. “I watched those hands +of his and got sleepier and sleepier--I guess we'd better tie Mr. Yuruk +up.” He jumped to his feet. + +“No,” I said, restraining him. “No. He's safe enough as long as we're on +the alert. I don't want to use any force on him yet. Wait until we know +we can get something worth while by doing it.” + +“All right,” he nodded, grimly. “But when the time comes I'm telling you +straight, Doc, I'm going the limit. There's something about that human +spider that makes me itch to squash him--slowly.” + +“I'll have no compunction--when it's worth while,” I answered as grimly. + +We sank down again against the saddlebags; Drake brought out a black +pipe, looked at it sorrowfully; at me appealingly. + +“All mine was on that pony that bolted,” I answered his wistfulness. + +“All mine was on my beast, too,” he sighed. “And I lost my pouch in that +spurt from the ruins.” + +He sighed again, clamped white teeth down upon the stem. + +“Of course,” he said at last, “if Ventnor was right in that--that +disembodied analysis of his, it's rather--well, terrifying, isn't it?” + +“It's all of that,” I replied, “and considerably more.” + +“Metal, he said,” Drake mused. “Things of metal with brains of thinking +crystal and their blood the lightnings. You accept that?” + +“So far as my own observation has gone--yes,” I said. “Metallic yet +mobile. Inorganic but with all the quantities we have hitherto thought +only those of the organic and with others added. Crystalline, of course, +in structure and highly complex. Activated by magnetic-electric forces +consciously exerted and as much a part of their life as brain energy +and nerve currents are of our human life. Animate, moving, sentient +combinations of metal and electric energy.” + +He said: + +“The opening of the Disk from the globe and of the two blasting stars +from the pyramids show the flexibility of the outer--plate would you +call it? I couldn't help thinking of the armadillo after I had time to +think at all.” + +“It may be”--I struggled against the conviction now strong upon me--“it +may be that within that metallic shell is an organic body, something +soft--animal, as there is within the horny carapace of the turtle, the +nacreous valves of the oyster, the shells of the crustaceans--it may be +that even their inner surface is organic--” + +“No,” he interrupted, “if there is a body--as we know a body--it must +be between the outer surface and the inner, for the latter is crystal, +jewel hard, impenetrable. + +“Goodwin--Ventnor's bullets hit fair. I saw them strike. They did not +ricochet--they dropped dead. Like flies dashed up against a rock--and +the Thing was no more conscious of their striking than a rock would have +been of those flies.” + + +“Drake,” I said, “my own conviction is that these creatures are +absolutely metallic, entirely inorganic--incredible, unknown forms. Let +us go on that basis.” + +“I think so, too,” he nodded; “but I wanted you to say it first. And +yet--is it so incredible, Goodwin? What is the definition of vital +intelligence--sentience? + +“Haeckel's is the accepted one. Anything which can receive a stimulus, +that can react to a stimulus and retains memory of a stimulus must be +called an intelligent, conscious entity. The gap between what we have +long called the organic and the inorganic is steadily decreasing. Do you +know of the remarkable experiments of Lillie upon various metals?” + +“Vaguely,” I said. + +“Lillie,” he went on, “proved that under the electric current and other +exciting mediums metals exhibited practically every reaction of the +human nerve and muscle. It grew weary, rested, and after resting +was perceptibly stronger than before; it got what was practically +indigestion, and it exhibited a peculiar but unmistakable memory. Also, +he found, it could acquire disease and die. + +“Lillie concluded that there existed a real metallic consciousness. It +was Le Bon who first proved also that metal is more sensitive than +man, and that its immobility is only apparent. (Le Bon in 'Evolution of +Matter,' Chapter eleven.) + +“Take the block of magnetic iron that stands so gray and apparently +lifeless, subject it to a magnetic current lifeless, what happens? The +iron block is composed of molecules which under ordinary conditions are +disposed in all possible directions indifferently. But when the current +passes through there is tremendous movement in that apparently inert +mass. All of the tiny particles of which it is composed turn and shift +until their north poles all point more or less approximately in the +direction of the magnetic force. + +“When that happens the block itself becomes a magnet, filled with and +surrounded by a field of magnetic energy; instinct with it. Outwardly it +has not moved; actually there has been prodigious motion.” + +“But it is not conscious motion,” I objected. + +“Ah, but how do you know?” he asked. “If Jacques Loeb* is right, that +action of the iron molecules is every bit as conscious a movement as +the least and the greatest of our own. There is absolutely no difference +between them. + +“Your and my and its every movement is nothing but an involuntary and +inevitable reaction to a certain stimulus. If he's right, then I'm a +buttercup--but that's neither here nor there. Loeb--all he did was +to restate destiny, one of humanity's oldest ideas, in the terms of +tropisms, infusoria and light. Omar Khayyam chemically reincarnated in +the Rockefeller Institute. Nevertheless those who accept his theories +have to admit that there is essentially no difference between their +impulses and the rush of filings toward a magnet. + +“Equally nevertheless, Goodwin, the iron does meet Haeckel's three +tests--it can receive a stimulus, it does react to that stimulus and it +retains memory of it; for even after the current has ceased it remains +changed in tensile strength, conductivity and other qualities that were +modified by the passage of that current; and as time passes this memory +fades. Precisely as some human experience increases wariness, caution, +which keying up of qualities remains with us after the experience +has passed, and fades away in the ratio of our sensitivity plus +retentiveness divided by the time elapsing from the original +experience--exactly as it is in the iron.” + + * Professor Jacques Loeb, of the Rockefeller Institute, New + York, “The Mechanistic Conception of Life.” + + + + +CHAPTER XVI. CONSCIOUS METAL! + +“Granted,” I acquiesced. “We now come to their means of locomotion. In +its simplest terms all locomotion is progress through space against +the force of gravitation. Man's walk is a series of rhythmic stumbles +against this force that constantly strives to drag him down to earth's +face and keep him pressed there. Gravitation is an etheric--magnetic +vibration akin to the force which holds, to use your simile again, +Drake, the filing against the magnet. A walk is a constant breaking of +the current. + +“Take a motion picture of a man walking and run it through the lantern +rapidly and he seems to be flying. We have none of the awkward fallings +and recoveries that are the tempo of walking as we see it. + +“I take it that the movement of these Things is a conscious breaking of +the gravitational current just as much as is our own movement, but by a +rhythm so swift that it appears to be continuous. + +“Doubtless if we could so control our sight as to admit the vibrations +of light slowly enough we would see this apparently smooth motion as a +series of leaps--just as we do when the motion-picture operator +slows down his machine sufficiently to show us walking in a series of +stumbles. + +“Very well--so far, then, we have nothing in this phenomenon which the +human mind cannot conceive as possible; therefore intellectually we +still remain masters of the phenomena; for it is only that which human +thought cannot encompass which it need fear.” + +“Metallic,” he said, “and crystalline. And yet--why not? What are we but +bags of skin filled with certain substances in solution and stretched +over a supporting and mobile mechanism largely made up of lime? Out of +that primeval jelly which Gregory * calls Protobion came after untold +millions of years us with our skins, our nails, and our hair; came, too, +the serpents with their scales, the birds with their feathers; the horny +hide of the rhinoceros and the fairy wings of the butterfly; the shell +of the crab, the gossamer loveliness of the moth and the shimmering +wonder of the mother-of-pearl. + + * J. W. Gregory, F.R.S.D.Sc., Professor of Geology, + University of Glasgow. + +“Is there any greater gap between any of these and the metallic? I think +not.” + +“Not materially,” I answered. “No. But there remains--consciousness!” + +“That,” he said, “I cannot understand. Ventnor spoke of--how did he put +it?--a group consciousness, operating in our sphere and in spheres above +and below ours, with senses known and unknown. I got--glimpses--Goodwin, +but I cannot understand.” + +“We have agreed for reasons that seem sufficient to us to call these +Things metallic, Dick,” I replied. “But that does not necessarily mean +that they are composed of any metal that we know. Nevertheless, being +metal, they must be of crystalline structure. + +“As Gregory has pointed out, crystals and what we call living matter had +an equal start in the first essentials of life. We cannot conceive life +without giving it the attribute of some sort of consciousness. Hunger +cannot be anything but conscious, and there is no other stimulus to eat +but hunger. + +“The crystals eat. The extraction of power from food is conscious +because it is purposeful, and there can be no purpose without +consciousness; similarly the power to work from such derived energy is +also purposeful and therefore conscious. The crystals do both. And the +crystals can transmit all these abilities to their children, just as we +do. For although there would seem to be no reason why they should not +continue to grow to gigantic size under favorable conditions--yet they +do not. They reach a size beyond which they do not develop. + +“Instead, they bud--give birth, in fact--to smaller ones, which increase +until they reach the size of the preceding generation. And like the +children of man and animals, these younger generations grow on precisely +as their progenitors! + +“Very well, then--we arrive at the conception of a metallically +crystalline being, which by some explosion of the force of evolution +has burst from the to us familiar and apparently inert stage into these +Things that hold us. And is there any greater difference between the +forms with which we are familiar and them than there is between us and +the crawling amphibian which is our remote ancestor? Or between that and +the amoeba--the little swimming stomach from which it evolved? Or the +amoeba and the inert jelly of the Protobion? + +“As for what Ventnor calls a group consciousness I would assume that +he means a communal intelligence such as that shown by the bees and the +ants--that in the case of the former Maeterlinck calls the 'Spirit +of the Hive.' It is shown in their groupings--just as the geometric +arrangement of those groupings shows also clearly their crystalline +intelligence. + +“I submit that in their rapid coordination either for attack or movement +or work without apparent communication having passed between the units, +there is nothing more remarkable than the swarming of a hive of bees +where also without apparent communication just so many waxmakers, +nurses, honey-gatherers, chemists, bread-makers, and all the varied +specialists of the hive go with the old queen, leaving behind sufficient +number of each class for the needs of the young queen. + +“All this apportionment is effected without any means of communication +that we recognize. Still it is most obviously intelligent selection. +For if it were haphazard all the honeymakers might leave and the hive +starve, or all the chemists might go and the food for the young bees not +be properly prepared--and so on and so on.” + +“But metal,” he muttered, “and conscious. It's all very well--but where +did that consciousness come from? And what is it? And where did they +come from? And most of all, why haven't they overrun the world before +this? + +“Such development as theirs, such an evolution, presupposes aeons of +time--long as it took us to drag up from the lizards. What have +they been doing--why haven't they been ready to strike--if Ventnor's +right--at humanity until now?” + +“I don't know,” I answered, helplessly. “But evolution is not the +slow, plodding process that Darwin thought. There seem to be +explosions--nature will create a new form almost in a night. Then comes +the long ages of development and adjustment, and suddenly another new +race appears. + +“It might be so of these--some extraordinary conditions that shaped +them. Or they might have developed through the ages in spaces within +the earth--there's that incredible abyss we saw that is evidently one of +their highways. Or they might have dropped here upon some fragment of a +broken world, found in this valley the right conditions and developed in +amazing rapidity. * They're all possible theories--take your pick.” + + * Professor Svante Arrhenius's theory of propagation of life + by means of minute spores carried through space. See his + “Worlds in the Making.”--W.T.G. + +“Something's held them back--and they're rushing to a climax,” he +whispered. “Ventnor's right about that--I feel it. And what can we do?” + +“Go back to their city,” I said. “Go back as he ordered. I believe he +knows what he's talking about. And I believe he'll be able to help us. +It wasn't just a request he made, nor even an appeal--it was a command.” + +“But what can we do--just two men--against these Things?” he groaned. + +“Maybe we'll find out--when we're back in the city,” I answered. + +“Well,” his old reckless cheerfulness came back to him, “in every crisis +of this old globe it's been up to one man to turn the trick. We're two. +And at the worst we can only go down fighting a little before the rest +of us. So, after all, whatEVER the hell, WHAT the hell.” + +For a time we were silent. + +“Well,” he said at last, “we have to go to the city in the morning.” + He laughed. “Sounds as though we were living in the suburbs, somehow, +doesn't it?” + +“It can't be many hours before dawn,” I said. “Turn in for a while, I'll +wake you when I think you've slept enough.” + +“It doesn't seem fair,” he protested, but sleepily. + +“I'm not sleepy,” I told him; nor was I. + +But whether I was or not, I wanted to question Yuruk, uninterrupted and +undisturbed. + +Drake stretched himself out. When his breathing showed him fast asleep +indeed, I slipped over to the black eunuch and crouched, right hand +close to the butt of my automatic, facing him. + + + + +CHAPTER XVII. YURUK + +“Yuruk,” I whispered, “you love us as the wheat field loves the hail; +we are as welcome to you as the death cord to the condemned. Lo, a door +opened into a land of unpleasant dreams you thought sealed, and we came +through. Answer my questions truthfully and it may be that we shall +return through that door.” + +Interest welled up in the depths of the black eyes. + +“There is a way from here,” he muttered. “Nor does it pass +through--Them. I can show it to you.” + +I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot +across the wrinkled face. + +“Where does that way lead?” I asked. “There were those who sought us; +men clad in armor with javelins and arrows. Does your way lead to them, +Yuruk?” + +For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed. + +“Yes,” he said sullenly. “The way leads to them; to their place. But +will it not be safer for you there--among your kind?” + +“I don't know that it will,” I answered promptly. “Those who are unlike +us smote those who are like us and drove them back when they would have +taken and slain us. Why is it not better to remain with them than to go +to our kind who would destroy us?” + +“They would not,” he said “If you gave them--her.” He thrust a long +thumb backward toward sleeping Ruth. “Cherkis would forgive much for +her. And why should you not? She is only a woman.” + +He spat--in a way that made me want to kill him. + +“Besides,” he ended, “have you no arts to amuse him?” + +“Cherkis?” I asked. + +“Cherkis,” he whined. “Is Yuruk a fool not to know that in the world +without, new things have arisen since long ago we fled from Iskander +into the secret valley? What have you to beguile Cherkis beyond this +woman flesh? Much, I think. Go then to him--unafraid.” + +Cherkis? There was a familiar sound to that. Cherkis? Of course--it +was the name of Xerxes, the Persian Conqueror, corrupted by time into +this--Cherkis. And Iskander? Equally, of course--Alexander. Ventnor had +been right. + +“Yuruk,” I demanded directly, “is she whom you call goddess--Norhala--of +the people of Cherkis?” + +“Long ago,” he answered; “long, long ago there was trouble in their +city, even in the great dwelling place of Cherkis. I fled with her who +was the mother of the goddess. There were twenty of us; and we fled +here--by the way which I will show you--” + +He leered cunningly; I gave no sign of interest. + +“She who was the mother of the goddess found favor in the sight of the +ruler here,” he went on. “But after a time she grew old and ugly and +withered. So he slew her--like a little mound of dust she danced and +blew away after he had slain her; and also he slew others who had grown +displeasing to him. He blasted me--as he was blasted--” He pointed to +Ventnor. + +“Then it was that, recovering, I found my crooked shoulder. The goddess +was born here. She is kin to Him Who Rules! How else could she shed the +lightnings? Was not the father of Iskander the god Zeus Ammon, who came +to Iskander's mother in the form of a great snake? Well? At any rate the +goddess was born--shedder of the lightnings even from her birth. And she +is as you see her. + +“Cleave to your kind! Cleave to your kind!” Suddenly he shrilled. +“Better is it to be whipped by your brother than to be eaten by the +tiger. Cleave to your kind. Look--I will show you the way to them.” + +He sprang to his feet, clasped my wrist in one of his long hands, led +me through the curtained oval into the cylindrical hall, parted the +curtainings of Norhala's bedroom and pushed me within. Over the floor he +slid, still holding fast to me, and pressed against the farther wall. + + +An ovoid slice of the gemlike material slid aside, revealing a doorway. +I glimpsed a path, a trail, leading into a forest pallid green beneath +the wan light. This way thrust itself like a black tongue into the +boskage and vanished in the depths. + +“Follow it.” He pointed. “Take those who came with you and follow it.” + +The wrinkles upon his face writhed with his eagerness. + +“You will go?” panted Yuruk. “You will take them and go by that path?” + +“Not yet,” I answered absently. “Not yet.” + +And was brought abruptly to full alertness, vigilance, by the flame of +rage that filled the eyes thrust so close. + +“Lead back,” I directed curtly. He slid the door into place, turned +sullenly. I followed, wondering what were the sources of the bitter +hatred he so plainly bore for us; the reasons for his eagerness to be +rid of us despite the commands of this woman who to him at least was +goddess. + +And by that curious human habit of seeking for the complex when the +simple answer lies close, failed to recognize that it was jealousy of +us that was the root of his behavior; that he wished to be, as it would +seem he had been for years, the only human thing near Norhala; failed +to realize this, and with Ruth and Drake was terribly to pay for this +failure. + +I looked down upon the pair, sleeping soundly; upon Ventnor lost still +in trance. + +“Sit,” I ordered the eunuch. “And turn your back to me.” + +I dropped down beside Drake, my mind wrestling with the mystery, but +every sense alert for movement from the black. Glibly enough I had +passed over Dick's questioning as to the consciousness of the Metal +People; now I faced it knowing it to be the very crux of these +incredible phenomena; admitting, too, that despite all my special +pleading, about that point swirled in my own mind the thickest mists of +uncertainty. That their sense of order was immensely beyond a man's was +plain. + +As plain was it that their knowledge of magnetic force and its +manipulation were far beyond the sphere of humanity. That they had +realization of beauty this palace of Norhala's proved--and no human +imagination could have conceived it nor human hands have made its +thought of beauty real. What were their senses through which their +consciousness fed? + +Nine in number had been the sapphire ovals set within the golden zone of +the Disk. Clearly it came to me that these were sense organs! + +But--nine senses! + +And the great stars--how many had they? And the cubes--did they open as +did globe and pyramid? + +Consciousness itself--after all what is it? A secretion of the brain? +The cumulative expression, wholly chemical, of the multitudes of cells +that form us? The inexplicable governor of the city of the body of which +these myriads of cells are the citizens--and created by them out of +themselves to rule? + +Is it what many call the soul? Or is it a finer form of matter, a +self-realizing force, which uses the body as its vehicle just as other +forces use for their vestments other machines? After all, I thought, +what is this conscious self of ours, the ego, but a spark of realization +running continuously along the path of time within the mechanism we call +the brain; making contact along that path as the electric spark at the +end of a wire? + +Is there a sea of this conscious force which laps the shores of the +farthest-flung stars; that finds expression in everything--man and rock, +metal and flower, jewel and cloud? Limited in its expression only by the +limitations of that which animates, and in essence the same in all. If +so, then this problem of the life of the Metal People ceased to be a +problem; was answered! + +So thinking I became aware of increasing light; strode past Yuruk to +the door and peeped out. Dawn was paling the sky. I stooped over Drake, +shook him. On the instant he was awake, alert. + +“I only need a little sleep, Dick,” I said. “When the sun is well up, +call me.” + +“Why, it's dawn,” he whispered. “Goodwin, you ought not to have let me +sleep so long. I feel like a damned pig.” + +“Never mind,” I said. “But watch the eunuch closely.” + +I rolled myself up in his warm blanket; sank almost instantly into +dreamless slumber. + + + + +CHAPTER XVIII. INTO THE PIT + +High was the sun when I awakened; or so, I supposed, opening my eyes +upon a flood of daylight. As I lay, lazily, recollection rushed upon me. + +It was no sky into which I was gazing; it was the dome of Norhala's +elfin home. And Drake had not aroused me. Why? And how long had I slept? + +I jumped to my feet, stared about. Ruth nor Drake nor the black eunuch +was there! + +“Ruth!” I shouted. “Drake!” + +There was no answer. I ran to the doorway. Peering up into the white +vault of the heavens I set the time of day as close to seven; I had +slept then three hours, more or less. Yet short as that time of slumber +had been, I felt marvelously refreshed, reenergized; the effect, I was +certain, of the extraordinarily tonic qualities of the atmosphere of +this place. But where were the others? Where Yuruk? + +I heard Ruth's laughter. Some hundred yards to the left, half hidden +by a screen of flowering shrubs, I saw a small meadow. Within it a +half-dozen little white goats nuzzled around her and Dick. She was +milking one of them. + +Reassured, I drew back into the chamber, knelt over Ventnor. His +condition was unchanged. My gaze fell upon the pool that had been +Norhala's bath. Longingly I looked at it; then satisfying myself +that the milking process was not finished, slipped off my clothes and +splashed about. + +I had just time to get back in my clothes when through the doorway came +the pair, each carrying a porcelain pannikin full of milk. + +There was no shadow of fear or horror on her face. It was the old Ruth +who stood before me; nor was there effort in the smile she gave me. She +had been washed clean in the waters of sleep. + +“Don't worry, Walter,” she said. “I know what you're thinking. But +I'm--ME again.” + +“Where is Yuruk?” I turned to Drake bruskly to smother the sob of +sheer happiness I felt rising in my throat; and at his wink and warning +grimace abruptly forebore to press the question. + +“You men pick out the things and I'll get breakfast ready,” said Ruth. + +Drake picked up the teakettle and motioned me before him. + +“About Yuruk,” he whispered when he had gotten outside. “I gave him a +little object lesson. Persuaded him to go down the line a bit, showed +him my pistol, and then picked off one of Norhala's goats with it. Hated +to do it, but I knew it would be good for his soul. + +“He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. Thought it was +a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff. +'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a +finger on that girl inside there.'” + +“And then what happened?” I asked. + +“He beat it back there.” He grinned, pointing toward the forest through +which ran the path the eunuch had shown me. “Probably hiding back of a +tree.” + +As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him of the +revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me. + +“Whew-w!” he whistled. “In the nutcracker, eh? Trouble behind us and +trouble in front of us.” + +“When do we start?” he asked, as we turned back. + +“Right after we've eaten,” I answered. “There's no use putting it off. +How do you feel about it?” + +“Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party,” he said. “Curious +but none too cheerful.” + +Nor was I. I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity. But I was +not cheerful--no! + + +We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing open his set jaws, +thrusting a thin rubber tube down past his windpipe into his gullet and +dropping through it a few ounces of the goat milk. Our own breakfasting +was silent enough. + +We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; that was certain; she +must stay here with her brother. She would be safer in Norhala's home +than where we were going, of course, and yet to leave her was most +distressing. After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us +taking the journey; would not one do just as well? + +Drake could stay-- + +“No use of putting all our eggs in one basket,” I broached the subject. +“I'll go down by myself while you stay and help Ruth. You can always +follow if I don't turn up in a reasonable time.” + +His indignation at this proposal was matched only by her own. + +“You'll go with him, Dick Drake,” she cried, “or I'll never look at or +speak to you again!” + +“Good Lord! Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?” Pain and wrath +struggled on his face. “We go together or neither of us goes. Ruth will +be all right here, Goodwin. The only thing she has any cause to fear is +Yuruk--and he's had his lesson. + +“Besides, she'll have the rifles and her pistols, and she knows how +to use them. What d'ye mean by making such a proposition as that?” His +indignation burst all bounds. + +Lamely I tried to justify myself. + +“I'll be all right,” said Ruth. “I'm not afraid of Yuruk. And none of +these Things will hurt me--not after--not after--” Her eyes fell, her +lips quivered, then she faced us steadily. “Don't ask me how I know +that,” she said quietly. “Believe me, I do know it. I am closer to--them +than you two are. And if I choose I can call upon that alien strength +their master gave me. It is for you two that I fear.” + +“No fear for us,” Drake burst out hastily. “We're Norhala's little +playthings. We're tabu. Take it from me, Ruth, I'd bet my head there +isn't one of these Things, great or small, and no matter how many, that +doesn't by this time know all about us. + +“We'll probably be received with demonstrations of interest by the +populace as welcome guests. Probably we'll find a sign--'Welcome to our +City'--hung up over the front gate.” + +She smiled, a trifle tremulously. + +“We'll come back,” he said. Suddenly he leaned forward, put his hands on +her shoulders. “Do you think there is anything that could keep me from +coming back?” he whispered. + +She trembled, wide eyes searching deep into his. + +“Well,” I broke in, a bit uncomfortably, “we'd better be starting. +I think as Drake does, that we're tabu. Barring accident there's +no danger. And if I guess right about these Things, accident is +impossible.” + +“As inconceivable as the multiplication table going wrong,” he laughed, +straightening. + +And so we made ready. Our rifles would be worse than useless, we knew; +our pistols we decided to carry as Drake put it, “for comfort.” Canteens +filled with water; a couple of emergency rations, a few instruments, +including a small spectroscope, a selection from the medical kit--all +these packed in a little haversack which he threw over his broad +shoulders. + +I pocketed my compact but exceedingly powerful field-glasses. To my +poignant and everlasting regret my camera had been upon the bolting +pony, and Ventnor had long been out of films for his. + +We were ready for our journey. + + +Our path led straight away, a smooth and dark-gray road whose surface +resembled cement packed under enormous pressure. It was all of fifty +feet wide and now, in daylight, glistened faintly as though overlaid +with some vitreous coating. It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way that +stopped at the threshold of Norhala's door. + +Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight as an arrow +onward and vanished between perpendicular cliffs which formed the +frowning gateway through which the night before we had passed upon the +coursing cubes from the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness +checked the gaze. + +Ruth with us, we made a brief inspection of the surroundings of +Norhala's house. It was set as though in the narrowest portion of +an hour-glass. The precipitous walls marched inward from the gateway +forming the lower half of the figure; at the back they swung apart at a +wider angle. + +This upper part of the hour-glass was filled with a park-like forest. It +was closed, perhaps twenty miles away, by a barrier of cliffs. + +How, I wondered, did the path which Yuruk had pointed out to me pierce +them? Was it by pass or tunnel; and why was it the armored men had not +found and followed it? + +The waist between these two mountain wedges was a valley not more than +a mile wide. Norhala's house stood in its center; and it was like a +garden, dotted with flowering and fragrant lilies and here and there a +tiny green meadow. The great globe of blue that was Norhala's dwelling +seemed less to rest upon the ground than to emerge from it; as though +its basic curvatures were hidden in the earth. + +What was its substance I could not tell. It was as though built of the +lacquer of the gems whose colors it held. And beautiful, wondrously, +incredibly beautiful it was--an immense bubble of froth of molten +sapphires and turquoises. + +We had not time to study its beauties. A few last instructions to Ruth, +and we set forth down the gray road. Hardly had we taken a few steps +when there came a faint cry from her. + +“Dick! Dick--come here!” + +He sprang to her, caught her hands in his. For a moment, half frightened +it seemed, she considered him. + +“Dick,” I heard her whisper. “Dick--come back safe to me!” + +I saw his arms close about her, hers tighten around his neck; black hair +touched the silken brown curls, their lips met, clung. I turned away. + +In a little time he joined me; head down, silent, he strode along beside +me, utterly dejected. + +A hundred more yards and we turned. Ruth was still standing on the +threshold of the house of mystery, watching us. She waved her hands, +flitted in, was hidden from us. And Drake still silent, we pushed on. + +The walls of the gateway were close. The sparse vegetation along the +base of the cliffs had ceased; the roadway itself had merged into the +smooth, bare floor of the canyon. From vertical edge to vertical edge +of the rocky portal stretched a curtain of shimmering mist. As we drew +nearer we saw that this was motionless, and less like vapor of water +than vapor of light; it streamed in oddly fixed lines like atoms of +crystals in a still solution. Drake thrust an arm within it, waved it; +the mist did not move. It seemed instead to interpenetrate the arm--as +though bone and flesh were spectral, without power to dislodge the +shining particles from position. + +We passed within it--side by side. + +Instantly I knew that whatever these veils were, they were not moisture. +The air we breathed was dry, electric. I was sensible of a decided +stimulation, a pleasant tingling along every nerve, a gaiety almost +light-headed. We could see each other quite plainly, the rocky floor on +which we trod as well. Within this vapor of light there was no ghost +of sound; it was utterly empty of it. I saw Drake turn to me, his mouth +open in a laugh, his lips move in speech--and although he bent close to +my ear, I heard nothing. He frowned, puzzled, and walked on. + + +Abruptly we stepped into an opening, a pocket of clear air. Our ears +were filled with a high, shrill humming as unpleasantly vibrant as the +shriek of a sand blast. Six feet to our right was the edge of the +ledge on which we stood; beyond it was a sheer drop into space. A shaft +piercing down into the void and walled with the mists. + +But it was not that shaft that made us clutch each other. No! It was +that through it uprose a colossal column of the cubes. It stood a +hundred feet from us. Its top was another hundred feet above the level +of our ledge and its length vanished in the depths. + +And its head was a gigantic spinning wheel, yards in thickness, tapering +at its point of contact with the cliff wall into a diameter half that +of the side closest the column, gleaming with flashes of green flame and +grinding with tremendous speed at the face of the rock. + +Over it, attached to the cliff, was a great vizored hood of some pale +yellow metal, and it was this shelter that cutting off the vaporous +light like an enormous umbrella made the pocket of clarity in which we +stood, the shaft up which sprang the pillar. + +All along the length of that column as far as we could see the +myriad tiny eyes of the Metal People shone out upon us, not twinkling +mischievously, but--grotesque as this may seem, I cannot help it--wide +with surprise. + +Only an instant longer did the great wheel spin. I saw the screaming +rock melting beneath it, dropping like lava. Then, as though it had +received some message, abruptly its motion now ceased. + +It tilted; looked down upon us! + +I noted that its grinding surface was studded thickly with the smaller +pyramids and that the tips of these were each capped with what seemed +to be faceted gems gleaming with the same pale yellow radiance as the +Shrine of the Cones. + +The column was bending; the wheel approaching. + +Drake seized me by the arm, drew me swiftly back into the mists. We were +shrouded in their silences. Step by step we went on, peering for +the edge of the shelf, feeling in fancy that prodigious wheeled face +stealing upon us; afraid to look behind lest in looking we might step +too close to the unseen verge. + +Yard after yard we slowly covered. Suddenly the vapors thinned; we +passed out of them-- + +A chaos of sound beat about us. The clanging of a million anvils; the +clamor of a million forges; the crashing of a hundred years of thunder; +the roarings of a thousand hurricanes. The prodigious bellowings of the +Pit beating against us now as they had when we had flown down the long +ramp into the depths of the Sea of Light. + +Instinct with unthinkable power was that clamor; the very voice of +Force. Stunned, nay BLINDED, by it, we covered ears and eyes. + +As before, the clangor died, leaving in its wake a bewildered silence. +Then that silence began to throb with a vast humming, and through that +humming rang a murmur as that of a river of diamonds. + +We opened our eyes, felt awe grip our throats as though a hand had +clutched them. + +Difficult, difficult almost beyond thought is it for me now to essay to +draw in words the scene before us then. For although I can set down what +it was we saw, I nor any man can transmute into phrases its essence, its +spirit, the intangible wonder that was its synthesis--the appallingly +beautiful, soul-shaking strangeness of it, its grandeur, its fantasy, +and its alien terror. + +The Domain of the Metal Monster--it was filled like a chalice with Its +will; was the visible expression of that will. + +We stood at the very rim of a wide ledge. We looked down into an immense +pit, shaped into a perfect oval, thirty miles in length I judged, and +half that as wide, and rimmed with colossal precipices. We were at the +upper end of this deep valley and on the tip of its axis; I mean that +it stretched longitudinally before us along the line of greatest length. +Five hundred feet below was the pit's floor. Gone were the clouds of +light that had obscured it the night before; the air crystal clear; +every detail standing out with stereoscopic sharpness. + +First the eyes rested upon a broad band of fluorescent amethyst, ringing +the entire rocky wall. It girdled the cliffs at a height of ten thousand +feet, and from this flaming zone, as though it clutched them, fell the +curtains of sparkling mist, the enigmatic, sound-slaying vapors. + +But now I saw that all of these veils were not motionless like those +through which we had just passed. To the northwest they were pulsing +like the aurora, and like the aurora they were shot through with swift +iridescences, spectrums, polychromatic gleamings. And always these were +ordered, geometric--like immense and flitting prismatic crystals flying +swiftly to the very edges of the veils, then darting as swiftly back. + +From zone and veils the gaze leaped to the incredible City towering not +two miles away from us. + +Blue black, shining, sharply cut as though from polished steel, it +reared full five thousand feet on high! + +How great it was I could not tell, for the height of its precipitous +walls barred the vision. The frowning facade turned toward us was, I +estimated, five miles in length. Its colossal scarp struck the eyes +like a blow; its shadow, falling upon us, checked the heart. It was +overpowering--dreadful as that midnight city of Dis that Dante saw +rising up from another pit. + +It was a metal city, mountainous. + +Featureless, smooth, the immense wall of it heaved heavenward. It should +have been blind, that vast oblong face--but it was not blind. From it +radiated alertness, vigilance. It seemed to gaze toward us as though +every foot were manned with sentinels; guardians invisible to the eyes +whose concentration of watchfulness was caught by some subtle hidden +sense higher than sight. + +It was a metal city, mountainous and--AWARE. + +About its base were huge openings. Through and around these portals +swirled hordes of the Metal People; in units and in combinations coming +and going, streaming in and out, forming as they came and went patterns +about the openings like the fretted spume of great breakers surging +into, retreating from, ocean-bitten gaps in some iron-bound coast. + +From the immensity of the City the eyes dropped back to the Pit in which +it lay. Its floor was plaquelike, a great plane smooth as though turned +by potter's wheel, broken by no mound nor hillock, slope nor terrace; +level, horizontal, flawlessly flat. On it was no green living thing--no +tree nor bush, meadow nor covert. + +It was alive with movement. A ferment that was as purposeful as it was +mechanical, a ferment symmetrical, geometrical, supremely ordered-- + +The surging of the Metal Hordes. + +There they moved beneath us, these enigmatic beings, in a countless +host. They marched and countermarched in battalions, in regiments, in +armies. Far to the south I glimpsed a company of colossal shapes like +mobile, castellated and pyramidal mounts. They were circling, weaving +about each other with incredible rapidity--like scores of great pyramids +crowned with gigantic turrets and dancing. From these turrets came vivid +flashes, lightning bright--on their wake the rolling echoes of faraway +thunder. + +Out of the north sped a squadron of obelisks from whose tops flamed +and flared the immense spinning wheels, appearing at this distance like +fiery whirling disks. + +Up from their setting the Metal People lifted themselves in a thousand +incredible shapes, shapes squared and globed and spiked and shifting +swiftly into other thousands as incredible. I saw a mass of them draw +themselves up into the likeness of a tent skyscraper high; hang so for +an instant, then writhe into a monstrous chimera of a dozen towering +legs that strode away like a gigantic headless and bodiless tarantula in +steps two hundred feet long. I watched mile-long lines of them shape and +reshape into circles, into interlaced lozenges and pentagons--then lift +in great columns and shoot through the air in unimaginable barrage. + +Through all this incessant movement I sensed plainly purpose, knew +that it was definite activity toward a definite end, caught the clear +suggestion of drill, of maneuver. + +And when the shiftings of the Metal Hordes permitted we saw that all +the flat floor of the valley was stripped and checkered, stippled and +tessellated with every color, patterned with enormous lozenges and +squares, rhomboids and parallelograms, pentagons and hexagons and +diamonds, lunettes, circles and spirals; harlequined yet harmonious; +instinct with a grotesque suggestion of a super-Futurism. + +But always this patterning was ordered, always COHERENT. As though +it were a page on which was spelled some untranslatable other world +message. + +Fourth Dimensional revelations by some Euclidean deity! Commandments +traced by some mathematical God! + +Looping across the vale, emerging from the sparkling folds of the +southernmost curtainings and vanishing into the gleaming veils of the +easternmost, ran a broad ribbon of pale-green jade; not straightly but +with manifold convolutions and flourishes. It was like a sentence in +Arabic. + +It was margined with sapphire blue. All along its twisting course two +broad bands of jet margined the cerulean shore. It was spanned by scores +of flashing crystal arches. Nor were these bridges--even from that +distance I knew they were no bridges. From them came the crystalline +murmurings. + +Jade? This stream jade? If so then it must be in truth molten, for I +caught its swift and polished rushing! It was no jade. It was in truth a +river; a river running like a writing across a patterned plane. + +I looked upward--up to the circling peaks. They were a stupendous +coronet thrusting miles deep into the dazzling sky. I raised my glasses, +swept them. In color they were an immense and variegated flower with +countless multiform petals of stone; in outline they were a ring of +fortresses built by fantastic unknown Gods. + +Up they thrust--domed and arched, spired and horned, pyramided, fanged +and needled. Here were palisades of burning orange with barbicans of +incandescent bronze; there aiguilles of azure rising from bastions of +cinnabar red; turrets of royal purple, obelisks of indigo; titanic forts +whose walls were splashed with vermilion, with citron yellows and with +rust of rubies; watch towers of flaming scarlet. + +Scattered among them were the flashing emeralds of the glaciers and the +immense pallid baroques of the snow fields. + +Like a diadem the summits ringed the Pit. Below them ran the ring of +flashing amethyst with its aural mists. Between them lay the vast and +patterned flat covered with still symbol and inexplicable movement. +Under their summits brooded the blue black, metallic mass of the Seeing +City. + +Within circling walls, over plain and from the City hovered a cosmic +spirit not to be understood by man. Like an emanation of stars and +space, it was yet gem fine and gem hard, crystalline and metallic, +lapidescent and-- + +Conscious! + +Down from the ledge where we stood fell a steep ramp, similar to that by +which, in the darkness, we had descended. It dropped at an angle of at +least forty-five degrees; its surface was smooth and polished. + +Through the mists at our back stole a shining block. It paused, seemed +to perk itself; spun so that in turn each of its six faces took us in. + +I felt myself lifted upon it by multitudes of little invisible hands; +saw Drake whirling up beside me. I moved toward him--through the force +that held us. A block swept away from the ledge, swayed for a moment. +Under us, as though we were floating in air, the Pit lay stretched. +There was a rapid readjustment, a shifting of our two selves upon +another surface. I looked down upon a tremendous, slender pillar of the +cubes, dropping below, five hundred feet to the valley's floor a column +of which the block that held us was the top. + +Gone was the whirling wheel that had crowned it, but I knew this for the +Grinding Thing from which we had fled; the questing block had been its +scout. As though curious to know more of us, the Shape had sought us out +through the mists, its messenger had caught us, delivered us to it. + +The pillar leaned over--bent like that shining pillar that had bridged +for us, at Norhala's commands, the abyss. The floor of the valley arose +to meet us. Further and further leaned the pillar. Again there was a +rapid shifting of us to another surface of the crowning cube. Fast now +swept up toward us the valley floor. A dizziness clouded my sight. There +was a little shock, a rolling over the Thing that had held us-- + +We stood upon the floor of the Pit. + +And breaking from the immense and prostrate shaft on whose top we had +ridden downward came score upon score of the cubes. They broke from it, +disintegrating it; circled about us, curiously, interestedly, twinkling +at us from their deep sparkling points of eyes. + +Helplessly we gazed at those who circled around us. Then suddenly I felt +myself lifted once more, was tossed to the surface of the nearest block. +Upon it I spun while the tiny eyes searched me. Then like a human ball +it tossed me to another. I caught a glimpse of Drake's tall figure +drifting through the air. + +The play became more rapid, breathtaking. It was play; I recognized +that. But it was perilous play for us. I felt myself as fragile as a +doll of glass in the hands of careless children. + +I was tossed to a waiting cube. On the ground, not ten feet from me, +was Drake, swaying dizzily. Suddenly the cube that held me tightened its +grip; tightened it so that it drew me irresistibly flat down upon its +surface. Before I dropped, Drake's body leaped toward me as though drawn +by a lasso. He fell at my side. + +Then pursued by scores of the Things and like some mischievous boy +bearing off the spoils, the block that held us raced away, straight for +an open portal. A blaze of incandescent blue flame blinded me; again +as the dazzlement faded I saw Drake beside me--a skeleton form. Swiftly +flesh melted back upon him, clothed him. + +The cube stopped, abruptly; the hosts of little unseen hands raised +us, slid us gently over its edge, set us upright beside it. And it sped +away. + +All about us stretched another of those vast halls in which on high +burned the pale-gilt suns. Between its colossal columns streamed +thousands of the Metal Folk; no longer hurriedly, but quietly, +deliberately, sedately. + +We were within the City--even as Ventnor had commanded. + + + + +CHAPTER XIX. THE CITY THAT WAS ALIVE + +Close beside us was one of the cyclopean columns. We crept to it; +crouched at its base opposite the drift of the Metal People; strove, +huddled there, to regain our shaken poise. Like bagatelles we felt in +that tremendous place, the weird luminaries gleaming above like garlands +of frozen suns, the enigmatic hosts of animate cubes and spheres and +pyramids trooping past. + +They ranged in size from shapes yard-high to giants of thirty feet or +more. They paid no heed to us, did not stop; streaming on, engrossed in +whatever mysterious business was summoning them. And after a time their +numbers lessened; thinned down to widely separate groups, to stragglers; +then ceased. The hall was empty of them. + +As far as the eye could reach the columned spaces stretched. I was +conscious once more of that unusual flow of energy through every vein +and nerve. + +“Follow the crowd!” said Drake. “Do you feel just full of pep and +ginger, by the way?” + +“I am aware of the most extraordinary vigor,” I answered. + +“Some weird joint,” he mused, looking about him. “Wonder if they have +any windows? This whole place looked solid to me--what I could see of +it. Wonder if we'll get up against it for air? These Things don't need +it, that's sure. Wonder--” + +He broke off staring fascinatedly at the pillar behind us. + +“Look here, Goodwin!” There was a tremor in his voice. “What do you make +of THIS?” + +I followed his pointing finger; looked at him inquiringly. + +“The eyes!” he said impatiently. “Don't you see them? The eyes in the +column!” + +And now I saw them. The pillar was a pale metallic blue, in color a +trifle darker than the Metal Folk. All within it were the myriads of +tiny crystalline points that we had grown to know were the receptors +of some strange sense of sight. But they did not sparkle as did those +others; they were dull, lifeless. I touched the surface. It was smooth, +cool--with none of that subtle, warm vitality that pulsed through all +the Things with which I had come in contact. I shook my head, realizing +as I did so what a shock the incredible possibility he had suggested had +given me. + +“No,” I said. “There is a resemblance, yes. But there is no force about +this--stuff; no life. Besides, such a thing is utterly incredible.” + +“They might be--dormant,” he suggested stubbornly. “Can you see any mark +of their joining--if they ARE the cubes?” + +Together we scanned the pillar minutely. The faces seemed unbroken, +continuous; there was no trace of those thin and shining lines that +marked the juncture of the cubes when they had clicked together to form +the bridge of the abyss or that had gleamed, crosslike, upon the back of +the combined four upon which we had followed Norhala. + +“It's a sheer impossibility. It's madness to think such a thing, Drake!” + I exclaimed, and wondered at my own vehemence of denial. + +“Maybe,” he shook his head doubtfully. “Maybe--but--well--let's be on +our way.” + +We strode on, following the direction the Metal Folk had gone. Clearly +Drake was still doubtful; at each pillar he hesitated, scanning it +closely with troubled eyes. + +But I, having determinedly dismissed the idea, was more interested +in the fantastic lights that flooded this columned hall with their +buttercup radiance. They were still and unwinking; not disks, I could +see now, but globes. Great and small, they floated motionless, their +rays extending rigidly and as still as the orb that shed them. + +Yet rigid as they were there was nothing about either rays or orbs that +suggested either hardness or the metallic. They were vaporous, soft as +St. Elmo's fire, the witch lights that cling at times to the spars of +ships, weird gleaming visitors from the invisible ocean of atmospheric +electricity. + +When they disappeared, as they did frequently, it was instantaneously, +completely, with a disconcerting sleight-of-hand finality. I noted, +though, that when they did vanish, immediately close to where they +had been other orbs swam forth with that same astonishing abruptness; +sometimes only one, larger it might be than that which had gone; +sometimes a cluster of smaller globes, their frozen, crocused rays +impinging. + +What could they be, I wondered--how fixed, and what the source of +their light? Products of electro-magnetic currents and born of the +interpenetration of such streams flowing above us? Such a theory might +account for their disappearance, and reappearance, shiftings of the +flows that changed the light producing points of contact. Wireless +lights? If so here was an idea that human science might elaborate if +ever we returned to-- + +“Now which way?” Drake broke in upon my musing. The hall had ended. We +stood before a blank wall vanishing into the soft mists hiding the roof +of the chamber. + +“I thought we had been going along the way They went,” I said in +amazement. + +“So did I,” he answered. “We must have circled. They never went through +THAT unless--unless--” He hesitated. + +“Unless what?” I asked sharply. + +“Unless it opened and let them through,” he said. “Have you forgotten +those great ovals--like cat's eyes that opened in the outer walls?” he +added quietly. + +I HAD forgotten. I looked again at the wall. Certainly it was smooth, +lineless. In one unbroken, shining surface it rose, a facade of polished +metal. Within it the deep set points of light were duller even than they +had been in the pillars; almost indeed indistinguishable. + +“Go on to the left,” I said none too patiently. “And get that absurd +notion out of your head.” + +“All right.” He flushed. “But you don't think I'm afraid, do you?” + +“If what you're thinking were true, you'd have a right to be,” I replied +tartly. “And I want to tell you I'D be afraid. Damned afraid.” + +For perhaps two hundred paces we skirted the base of the wall. We came +abruptly to an opening, an oblong passageway fully fifty foot wide by +twice as high. At its entrance the mellow, saffron light was cut off as +though by an invisible screen. The tunnel itself was filled with a dim +grayish blue luster. For an instant we contemplated it. + +“I wouldn't care to be caught in there by any rush,” I hesitated. + +“There's not much good in thinking of that now,” said Drake, grimly. +“A few chances more or less in a joint of this kind is nothing between +friends, Goodwin; take it from me. Come on.” + +We entered. Walls, floor and roof were composed of the same substance as +the great pillars, the wall of the outer chamber; filled like them with +dimmed replicas of the twinkling eye points. + +“Odd that all the places in here are square,” muttered Drake. “They +don't seem to have used any spherical or pyramidal ideas in their +building--if it is a building.” + +It was true. All was mathematically straight up and down and across. It +was strange--still we had seen little as yet. + +There was a warmth about this passageway we trod; a difference in the +air of it. The warmth grew, a dry and baking heat; but stimulative +rather than oppressive. I touched the walls; the warmth did not come +from them. And there was no wind. Yet as we went on the heat increased. + +The passageway turned at a right angle, continuing in a corridor +half its former dimensions. Far away shone a high bar of pale yellow +radiance, rising like a pillar of light from floor to roof. Toward it, +perforce, we trudged. Its brilliancy grew greater. + +A few paces away from it we stopped. The yellow luminescence streamed +through a slit not more than a foot wide in the wall. We were in a +cul-de-sac for the opening was not wide enough for either Drake or me +to push through. Through it with the light gushed the curious heat +enveloping us. + +Drake walked to the opening, peered through. I joined him. + +At first all that I could see was a space filled with the saffron +lambency. Then I saw that this was splashed with tiny flashes of the +jewel fires; little lances and javelin thrusts of burning emeralds and +rubies; darting gem hard flames rose scarlet and pale sapphire; quick +flares of violet. + +Into my sight through the irised, crocus mist swam the radiant body of +Norhala! + +She stood naked, clad only in the veils of her hair that glowed now +like spun silk of molten copper, her strange eyes wide and smiling, the +galaxies of tiny stars sparkling through their gray depths. + +And all about her swirled a countless host of the Little Things! + +From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists. They played +and frolicked about her in scores of swiftly forming, swiftly changing, +goblin shapes. They circled her feet in shining, elfin rings; then +opening into flaming disks and stars, shot up and spun about the white +miracle of her body in great girdles of multi-colored living fires. +Mingled with disk and star were tiny crosses gleaming with sullen, deep +crimsons and smoky orange. + +A flash of blue incandescence and a slender pillared shape leaped from +the floor; became a coronet, a whirling, flashing halo toward which +streamed up the flaming tendrilings of her tresses. Other halos circled +her arms and breasts; they spun like bracelets about the outstretched +arms. + +Then like a swiftly rushing wave a host of the Little Things thrust +themselves up, covered her, hid her in a coruscating cloud. + +I saw an exquisite arm thrust itself from their clinging, wave gaily; +saw her glorious head emerge from the incredible, the seething draperies +of living jewels. I heard her laughter, sweet and golden and far away. + +Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes! + +The Nursery of the Metal People! + +Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too were the bar of +light and the chamber into which we had been peering. We stared at a +smooth, blank wall. With that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had +closed even as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we had +not seen its motion. + +I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest corner--for on the +other side of us the wall was opening. First it was only a crack; then +rapidly it widened. There stretched another passageway, luminous and +long; far down it we glimpsed movement. Closer that movement came, +grew plainer. Out of the mistily luminous distances, three abreast and +filling the corridor from side to side, raced upon us a company of the +great spheres! + +Back we cowered from their approach--back and back; arms outstretched, +pressing against the barrier, flattening ourselves against the shock of +the destroying impact menacing. + +“It's all up,” muttered Drake. “No place to run. They're bound to smash +us. Stick close, Doc. Get back to Ruth. Maybe I can stop them!” + +Before I could check him, he had leaped straight in the path of the +rushing globes, now a scant twoscore yards away. + +The globes stopped--halted a few feet from him. They seemed to +contemplate us, astonished. They turned upon themselves, as though +consulting. Slowly they advanced. We were pushed forward and lifted +gently. Then as we hung suspended, held by that force which always I can +liken only to myriads of tiny invisible hands, the shining arcs of their +backs undulated beneath us. + +Their files swung around the corner and marched down the passage by +which we had come from the immense hall. And when the last rank had +passed from under us we were dropped softly to our feet; stood swaying +in their wake. + +A curious frenzy of helpless indignation shook me, a rage of humiliation +obscuring all gratitude I should have felt for our escape. Drake's eyes +blazed wrath. + +“The insolent devils!” He raised clenched fists. “The insolent, +domineering devils!” + +We stared after them. + +Was the passage growing narrower--closing? Even as I gazed I saw it +shrink; saw its walls slide silently toward each other. I pushed Drake +into the newly opened way and sprang after him. + +Behind us was an unbroken wall covering all that space in which but a +moment before we had stood! + +Is it to be wondered that a panic seized us; that we began to run +crazily down the alley that still lay open before us, casting over +our shoulders quick, fearful glances to see whether that inexorable, +dreadful closing was continuing, threatening to crush us between these +walls like flies in a vise of steel? + +But they did not close. Unbroken, silent, the way stretched before us +and behind us. At last, gasping, avoiding each other's gaze, we paused. + +And at that very moment of pause a deeper tremor shook me, a trembling +of the very foundations of life, the shuddering of one who faces the +inconceivable knowing at last that the inconceivable--IS. + +For, abruptly, walls and floor and roof broke forth into countless +twinklings! + +As though a film had been withdrawn from them, as though they had +awakened from slumber, myriads of little points of light shone forth +upon us from the pale-blue surfaces--lights that considered us, measured +us--mocked us. + +The little points of living light that were the eyes of the Metal +People! + +This was no corridor cut through inert matter by mechanic art; its +opening had been caused by no hidden mechanisms! It was a living +Thing--walled and floored and roofed by the living bodies--of the Metal +People themselves. + +Its opening, as had been the closing of that other passage, was the +conscious, coordinate and voluntary action of the Things that formed +these mighty walls. + +An action that obeyed, was directed by, the incredibly gigantic, +communistic will which, like the spirit of the hive, the soul of the +formicary, animated every unit of them. + +A greater realization swept us. If THIS were true, then those pillars in +the vast hall, its towering walls--all this City was one living Thing! + +Built of the animate bodies of countless millions! Tons upon countless +tons of them shaping a gigantic pile of which every atom was sentient, +mobile--intelligent! + +A Metal Monster! + +Now I knew why it was that its frowning facade had seemed to watch us +Argus-eyed as the Things had tossed us toward it. It HAD watched us! + +That flood of watchfulness pulsing about us had been actual +concentration of regard of untold billions of tiny eyes of the living +block which formed the City's cliff. + +A City that Saw! A City that was Alive! + +No secret mechanism then--back darted my mind to that first terror--had +closed the wall, shutting from our sight Norhala at play with the Little +Things. None had opened the way for, had closed the way behind, the +coursing spheres. It had been done by the conscious action of the +conscious Things of whose living bodies was built this whole tremendous +thinking pile! + + +I think that for a moment we both went a little mad as that staggering +truth came to us. I know we started to run once more, side by side, +gripping like frightened children each other's hands. Then Drake +stopped. + +“By all the HELL of this place,” he said, solemnly, “I'll run no more. +After all--we're men. If they kill us, they kill us. But by the God who +made me I'll run from them no more. I'll die standing.” + +His courage steadied me. Defiantly we marched on. Up from below us, down +from the roof, out from the walls of our way the hosts of eyes gleamed +and twinkled upon us. + +“Who could have believed it?” he muttered, half to himself. “A living +city of them! A living nest of them; a prodigious living nest of metal!” + +“A nest?” I caught the word. What did it suggest? That was it--the nest +of the army ants, the city of the army ants, that Beebe had studied in +the South American jungles and once described to me. After all, was this +more wonderful, more unbelievable than that--the city of ants which was +formed by their living bodies precisely as this was of the bodies of the +Cubes? + +How had Beebe * phrased it--“the home, the nest, the hearth, the nursery, +the bridal suite, the kitchen, the bed and board of the army ants.” + Built of and occupied by those blind and deaf and savage little insects +which by the guidance of smell alone carried on the most intricate +operations, the most complex activities. Nothing here was stranger than +that, I reflected--if once one could rid the mind of the paralyzing +influence of the shapes of the Metal Things. Whence came the stimuli +that moved THEM, the stimuli to which THEY reacted? + + * William Beebe, Atlantic Monthly, October, 1919. + +Well then--whence and how came the orders to which the ANTS responded; +that bade them open THIS corridor in their nest, close THAT, form this +chamber, fill that one? Was one more mysterious than the other? + +Breaking into my current of thoughts came consciousness that I was +moving with increased speed; that my body was fast growing lighter. + +Simultaneously with this recognition I felt myself lifted from the +floor of the corridor and levitated with considerable rapidity forward; +looking down I saw that floor several feet below me. Drake's arm wound +itself around my shoulder. + +“Closing up behind us,” he muttered. “They're putting us--out.” + +It was, indeed, as though the passageway had wearied of our deliberate +progress. Had decided to--give us a lift. Rearward it was shutting. I +noted with interest how accurately this motion kept pace with our own +speed, and how fluidly the walls seemed to run together. + +Our movement became accelerated. It was as though we floated buoyantly, +weightless, upon some swift stream. The sensation was curiously +pleasant, languorous--what was that word Ruth had used?--ELEMENTAL--and +free. The supporting force seemed to flow equally from walls and +floor; to reach down to us from the roof. It was slumberously even, and +effortless. I saw that in advance of us the living corridor was opening +even as behind us it was closing. + +All around us the little eye points twinkled and--laughed. + +There was no danger here--there could be none. Deeper and deeper dropped +my mind into the depths of that alien tranquillity. Faster and faster we +floated--onward. + +Abruptly, ahead of us shone a blaze of daylight. We passed into it. The +force holding us withdrew its grip; I felt solidity beneath my feet; +stood and leaned back against a smooth wall. + +The corridor had ended and--had shut us out from itself. + +“Bounced!” exclaimed Drake. + +And incongruous, flippant, colloquial as was that word, I know none that +would better describe my own feelings. + +We were BOUNCED out upon a turret jutting from the barrier. And before +us lay spread the most amazing, the most extraordinary fantastic scene +upon which, I think, the vision of man has rested since the advent of +time. + + + + +CHAPTER XX. VAMPIRES OF THE SUN + +It was a crater; a half mile on high and all of two thousand feet across +ran the circular lip of its vast rim. Above it was a circle of white and +glaring sky in whose center flamed the sun. + +And instantly, before my vision could grasp a tithe of that panorama, I +knew that this place was the very heart of the City; its vital ganglion; +its soul. + +Around the crater lip were poised thousands of concave disks, vernal +green, enormous. They were like a border of gigantic, upthrust shields; +and within each, emblazoned like a shield's device, was a blinding +flower of flame--the reflected, dilated face of the sun. Below this +diadem hung, pendent, clusters of other disks, swarmed like the globular +hiving of the constellation Hercules' captured stars. And each of these +prisoned the image of our sun. + +A hundred feet below us was the crater floor. + +Up from it thrust a mountainous forest of the pallidly radiant cones; +bristling; prodigious. Tier upon tier, thicket upon thicket, phalanx +upon phalanx they climbed. Up and up, pyramidically, they flung their +spiked hosts. + +They drew together two thousand feet above us, clustering close about +the foot of a single huge spire which thrust itself skyward above them. +The crest of this spire was truncated. From its shorn tip radiated +scores of long and slender spokes holding in place a thousand feet wide +wheel of wan green disks whose concave surfaces, unlike those smooth +ones girding the crater, were curiously faceted. + +This amazing structure rested upon a myriad-footed base of crystal, +even as had that other cornute fantasy beside which we had met the great +Disk. But it was in size to that as--as Leviathan to a minnow. From it +streamed the same baffling suggestion of invincible force transmuted +into matter; energy coalesced into the tangible; power made concentrate +in the vestments of substance. + +Half-way between crater lip and floor began the hordes of the Metal +People. + +In colossal animate cheveau-de-frise of hundred-foot girders they thrust +themselves out from the curving walls--walls, I knew, as alive as they! + +From these Brobdignagian beams they swung in ropes and clusters--spheres +and cubes studded as thickly with the pyramids as ever Titan's mace with +spikes. Group after bizarre group they dropped; pendulous. Coppices +of slender columns of thistled globes sprang up to meet the festooned +joists. + +Between the girders they draped themselves in long, stellated garlands; +grouped themselves in innumerable, kaleidoscopic patterns. + +They clicked into place around the golden turret in which we crouched. + +In fantastic arrases they swayed in front of us--now hiding by, now +revealing through their quicksilver interweavings the mounts of the +Cones. + +And steadily those flowing in below added to their multitudes; gliding +up cable and pillar; building out still further the living girders, +stringing themselves upon living festoon and living garland, weaving in +among them, changing their shapes, rewriting their symbols. + +They swung and threaded swiftly, in shifting arabesque, in Gothic +traceries, in lace-like fantasies; utterly bizarre, unutterably +beautiful--crystalline, geometric always. + +Abruptly their movement ceased--so abruptly that the stoppage of all the +ordered turmoil had the quality of appalling silence. + +An unimaginable tapestry bedight with incredible broidery, the Metal +People draped the vast cup. + +Pillared it as though it were a temple. + +Garnished it with their bodies as though it were a shrine. + +Across the floor toward the Cones glided a palely lustrous sphere. In +shape only a globe like all its kind, yet it was invested with power; it +radiated power as a star does light; was clothed in unseen garments of +supernal force. In its wake drifted two great pyramids; after them ten +spheres but little smaller than the Shape which led. + +“The Metal Emperor!” breathed Drake. + +On they swept until they reached the base of the Cones. They paused at +the edge of the crystal tabling. They turned. + +There was a flashing as of a meteor bursting. The globe had opened into +that splendor of jewel fires before which had floated Norhala and Ruth. + +I saw again the luminous ovals of sapphire, studding its golden zone, +the mystic rose of pulsing, petal flame, the still core of incandescent +ruby that was the heart of that rose. + +Strangely I felt my own heart veer toward this--Thing; bowing before its +beauty and its strength; almost worshiping! + +A shock of revulsion went through me. I shot a quick, half frightened +glance at Drake. He was crouching dangerously close to the lip of the +ledge, hands clasped and knuckles white with the intensity of his grip, +eyes rapt, staring--upon the verge of worship even as I had been. + +“Drake!” I thrust my elbow into his side brutally. “None of that! +Remember you're human! Guard yourself, man--guard yourself!” + +“What?” he muttered; then, abruptly: “How did you know?” + +“I felt it myself,” I answered: “For God's sake, Dick--hold fast to +yourself! Remember Ruth!” + +He shook his head violently--as though to be rid of some clinging, +cloying thing. + +“I'll not forget again,” he said. + +He huddled down once more close to the edge of the shelf; peering over. +No one of the Metal People had moved; the silence, the stillness, was +unbroken. + +Now the flanking pyramids shot forth into twin stars, blazing with +violet luminescences. And one by one after them the ten lesser spheres +expanded into flaming orbs; beautiful they were, but far less glorious +than that Disk of whom they were the counselors?--ministers?--what? + +Still there was no movement among all the arrased, girdered, pillared +hosts. + +There came a little wailing; far away it was and far. Nearer it drew. +Was that a tremor that passed through the crowded crater? A quick pulse +of--eagerness? + +“Hungry!” whispered Drake. “They're HUNGRY!” + + +Closer was the wailing; again that faint tremor quivered over the place. +And now I caught it--a quick and avid pulsing. + +“Hungry,” whispered Drake again. “Like a lot of lions with the keeper +coming along with meat.” + +The wailing was below us. I felt, not a quiver this time, but an +unmistakable shock pass through the Horde. It throbbed--and passed. + +Into the field of our vision, up to the flaming Disk rushed an immense +cube. + +Thrice the height of a tall man--as I think I have noted before--when it +unfolded its radiance was that shape of mingled beauty and power I call +the Metal Emperor. + +Yet this Thing eclipsed it. Black, uncompromising, in some indefinable +way BRUTAL, its square bulk blotted out the Disk's effulgence; shrouded +it. And a shadow seemed to fall upon the crater. The violet fires of the +flanking stars pulsed out--watchfully, threateningly. + +For only an instant the darkening block loomed against the Disk; +blackened it. + +There came another meteor burst of light. Where the cube had been was +now a tremendous, fiery cross--a cross inverted. + +Its upper arm arose to twice the length either of its horizontals or +the square that was its foot. In its opening it must have turned, for +its--FACE--was toward us and away from the Cones, its body hid the Disk, +and almost all the surfaces of the two watchful Stars. + +Eighty feet at least in height, this cruciform shape stood. It flamed +and flickered with angry, smoky crimsons and scarlets; with sullen +orange glowings and glitterings of sulphurous yellows. Within its fires +were none of those leaping, multicolored glories that were the Metal +Emperor's; no trace of the pulsing, mystic rose; no shadow of jubilant +sapphire; no purple royal; no tender, merciful greens nor gracious +opalescences. Nothing even of the blasting violet of the Stars. + +All angry, smoky reds and ochres the cross blazed forth--and in its +lurid glowings was something sinister, something real, something cruel, +something--nearer to earth, closer to man. + +“The Keeper of the Cones and the Metal Emperor!” muttered Drake. “I +begin to get it--yes--I begin to get--Ventnor!” + +Once more the pulse, the avid throbbing shook the crater. And as swiftly +in its wake rushed back the stillness, the silence. + +The Keeper turned--I saw its palely lustrous blue metallic back. I drew +out my little field-glasses, focussed them. + +The Cross slipped sidewise past the Disk, its courtiers, its stellated +guardians. As it went by they swung about with it; ever facing it. + +And now at last was clear a thing that had puzzled greatly--the +mechanism of that opening process by which sphere became oval disk, +pyramid a four-pointed star and--as I had glimpsed in the play of the +Little Things about Norhala, could see now so plainly in the Keeper--the +blocks took this inverted cruciform shape. + +The Metal People were hollow! + +Hollow metal--boxes! + +In their enclosing sides dwelt all their vitality--their +powers--themselves! + +And those sides were--everything that THEY were! + +Folded, the oval disk became the sphere; the four points of the star, +the square from which those points radiated; shutting became the +pyramid; the six faces of the cubes were when opened the inverted cross. + +Nor were these flexible, mobile walls massive. They were indeed, +considering the apparent mass of the Metal Folk, most astonishingly +fragile. Those of the Keeper, despite its eighty feet of height, could +not have been more than a yard in thickness. At the edges I thought I +could see groovings; noted the same appearances at the outlines of +the Stars. Seen sidewise, the body of the Metal Emperor showed as a +convexity; its surface smooth, with a suggestion of transparency. + +The Keeper was bending; its oblong upper plane dropping forward as +though upon a hinge. Lower and lower this flange bent--in a grotesque, +terrifying obeisance; a horrible mockery of reverence. + +Was this mountain of Cones then actually a shrine--an idol of the Metal +People--their God? + +The oblong that was the upper half of the cruciform Shape extended now +at right angles to the horizontal arms. It hovered, a rectangle forty +feet long, as many feet over the floor at the base of the crystal +pedestal. It bent again, this time from the hinge that held the +outstretched arms to the base. And now it was a huge truncated cross, a +T-shaped figure, hovering only twenty feet above the pave. + +Down from the Keeper writhed and flicked a tangle of tentacles; +serpentine, whiplike. Silvery white, they were dyed with the scarlet and +orange flaming of the surface now hidden from my eyes; reflected those +sullen and angry gleamings. Vermiceous, coiling, they seemed to drop +from every inch of the overhanging planes. + +Something there was beneath them--something like an immense and luminous +tablet. The tentacles were moving over it--pressing here, thrusting +there, turning, pushing, manipulating-- + + +A shuddering passed through the crowding cones. I saw the tremor shake +their bristling hosts, oscillate the great spire, set the faceted disks +quivering. + +The trembling grew; a vibration in every separate cone that became even +more rapid. There was a faint, curiously oppressive humming--like the +distant echo of a tempest in chaos. + +Faster, ever faster grew the vibration. Now the sharp outlines of the +cones were dissolving. + +And now they were--gone. + +The mount of the cones had become a mighty pyramid of pale green +radiance--one tremendous, pallid flame, of which the spire was the +tongue. Out from the disked wheel at its shorn tip gushed a flood of +light--light that gathered itself from the leaping radiance below it. + +The tentacles of the Keeper moved more swiftly over the enigmatic +tablet; writhing cloudily; confusedly rapid. The faceted disks wavered; +turned upward; the wheel began to whirl--faster--faster-- + +Up from that flaming circle, out into the sky leaped a thick, pale green +column of intensest light. + +With prodigious speed, as compact as water, CONCENTRATE, it +struck--straight out toward the face of the sun. + +It thrust up with the speed of light--the speed of light? A thought came +to me; incredible I believed it even as I reacted to it. My pulse is +uniformly seventy to the minute. I sought my wrist, found the artery, +made allowance for its possible acceleration, began to count. + +“What's the matter?” asked Drake. + +“Take my glasses,” I muttered, trying to keep up, while speaking, my +tally. “Matches in my pocket. Smoke the lenses. I want to look at sun.” + +With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another time I would have +found laughable, he obeyed. + +“Hold them to my eyes,” I ordered. + +Three minutes had gone by. + +There it was--that for which I sought. Clear through the darkened lenses +I could see the sun spot, high up on the northern-most limb of the +sun. An unimaginable cyclone of incandescent gases; an unthinkably huge +dynamo pouring its floods of electro-magnetism upon all the circling +planets; that solar crater which we now know was, when at its maximum, +all of one hundred and fifty thousand miles across; the great sun spot +of the summer of 1919--the most enormous ever recorded by astronomical +science. + +Five minutes had gone by. + +Common sense whispered to me. There was no use keeping my eyes fixed +to the glasses. Even if that thought were true--even if that pillar +of radiance were a MESSENGER, an earth-hurled bolt flying to the sun +through atmosphere and outer space with the speed of light, even if it +were this stupendous creation of these Things, still between eight and +nine minutes must elapse before it could reach the orb; and as many +minutes must go by before the image of whatever its impact might produce +upon the sun could pass back over the bridge of light spanning the +ninety millions of miles between it and us. + +And after all did not that hypothesis belong to the utterly impossible? +Even were it so--what was it that the Metal Monster expected to follow? +This radiant shaft, colossal as it was to us, was infinitesimal compared +to the target at which it was aimed. + +What possible effect could that spear have upon the solar forces? + +And yet--and yet--a gnat's bite can drive an elephant mad. And Nature's +balance is delicate; and what great happenings may follow the slightest +disturbance of her infinitely sensitive, her complex, equilibrium? It +might be--it might be-- + +Eight minutes had passed. + +“Take the glasses,” I bade Drake. “Look up at the sun spot--the big +one.” + +“I see it.” He had obeyed me. “What of it?” + +Nine minutes. + +The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. What was to +follow? + +“I don't get you at all,” said Drake, and lowered the glasses. + +Ten minutes. + +“What's happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the Emperor!” gasped +Drake. + + +I peered down, then almost forgot to count. + +The pyramidal flame that had been the mount of Cones was shrunken. The +pillar of radiance had not lessened--but the mechanism that was its +source had retreated whole yards within the field of its crystal base. + +And the Metal Emperor! Dulled and faint were his fires, dimmed his +splendors; and fainter still were the violet luminescences of the +watching Stars, the shimmering livery of his court. + +The Keeper of the Cones! Were not its outstretched planes hovering lower +and lower over the gleaming tablet; its tentacles moving aimlessly, +feebly--wearily? + +I had a sense of force being withdrawn from all about me. It was as +though all the City were being drained of life--as though vitality were +being sucked from it to feed this pyramid of radiance; drained from it +to forge the thrusting spear piercing sunward. + +The Metal People seemed to hang limply, inert; the living girders seemed +to sag; the living columns to bend; to droop and to sway. + +Twelve minutes. + +With a nerve-racking crash one of the laden beams fell; dragging down +with it others; bending, shattering in its fall a thicket of the +horned columns. Behind us the sparkling eyes of the wall were dimmed, +vacant--dying. Something of that hellish loneliness, that demoniac +desire for immolation that had assailed us in the haunted hollow of the +ruins began to creep over me. + +The crowded crater was fainting. The life was going out of the City--its +magnetic life, draining into the shaft of green fire. + +Duller grew the Metal Emperor's glories. + +Fourteen minutes. + +“Goodwin,” cried Drake, “the life's going out of these Things! Going out +with that ray they're shooting.” + +Fifteen minutes. + +I watched the tentacles of the Keeper grope over the tablet. Abruptly +the flaming pyramid darkened--WENT OUT. + +The radiant pillar hurtled upward like a thunder-bolt; vanished in +space. + +Before us stood the mount of cones, shrunken to a sixth of its former +size. + +Sixteen minutes. + +All about the crater-lip the ringed shields tilted; thrust themselves +on high, as though behind each was an eager lifting arm. Below them the +hived clusters of disks changed from globules into wide coronets. + +Seventeen minutes. + +I dropped my wrist; seized the glasses from Drake; raised them to the +sun. For a moment I saw nothing--then a tiny spot of white incandescence +shone forth at the lower edge of the great spot. It grew into a point of +radiance, dazzling even through the shadowed lenses. + +I rubbed my eyes; looked again. It was still there, larger--blazing with +an ever increasing and intolerable intensity. + +I handed the glasses to Drake, silently. + +“I see it!” he muttered. “I see it! And THAT did it--that! Goodwin!” + There was panic in his cry. “Goodwin! The spot! it's widening! It's +widening!” + +I snatched the glasses from him. I caught again the dazzling flashing. +But whether Drake HAD seen the spot widen, change--to this day I do not +know. + +To me it seemed unchanged--and yet--perhaps it was not. It may be that +under that finger of force, that spear of light, that wound in the side +of our sun HAD opened further-- + +That the sun had winced! + +I do not to this day know. But whether it had or not--still shone the +intolerably brilliant light. And miracle enough that was for me. + +Twenty minutes--subconsciously I had gone on counting--twenty minutes-- + +About the cratered girdle of the upthrust shields a glimmering mistiness +was gathering; a translucent mist, beryl pale and beryl clear. In a +heart-beat it had thickened into a vast and vaporous ring through whose +swarms of corpuscles the sun's reflected image upon each disk shone +clear--as though seen through clouds of transparent atoms of aquamarine. + +Again the filaments of the Keeper moved--feebly. As one of the hosts of +circling shields shifted downward. Brilliant, ever more brilliant, waxed +the fast-thickening mists. + +Abruptly, and again as one, the disks began to revolve. From every +concave surface, from the surfaces of the huge circlets below them, +flashed out a stream of green fire--green as the fire of green life +itself. Corpuscular, spun of uncounted rushing, dazzling ions the great +rays struck across, impinged upon the thousand-foot wheel that crowned +the cones; set it whirling. + +Over it I saw form a limpid cloud of the brilliant vapors. Whence came +these sparkling nebulosities, these mists of light? It was as though the +clustered, spinning disks reached into the shadowless air, sucked from +it some unseen, rhythmic energy and transformed it into this visible, +coruscating flood. + +For now it was a flood. Down from the immense wheel came pouring +cataracts of green fires. They cascaded over the cones; deluged them; +engulfed them. + +Beneath that radiant inundation the cones grew. Perceptibly their volume +increased--as though they gorged themselves upon the light. No--it was +as though the corpuscles flew to them, coalesced and built themselves +into the structure. + +Out and further out upon the base of crystal they crept. And higher and +higher soared their tips, thrusting, ever thrusting upward toward the +whirling wheel that fed them. + +Now from the Keeper's planes writhed the Keeper's tangle of tentacles, +uncoiling eagerly, avidly, through the twenty feet of space between +their source and the enigmatic mechanism they manipulated. The crater's +disks tilted downward. Into the vast hollow shot their jets of green +radiance, drenching the Metal Hordes, splashing from the polished walls +wherever the Metal Hordes had left those living walls exposed. + +All about us was a trembling, an accelerating pulse of life. Colossal, +rhythmic, ever quicker, ever more powerfully that pulse throbbed--a +prodigious vibration monstrously alive. + +“Feeding!” whispered Drake. “Feeding! Feeding on the sun!” + +Faster danced the radiant beams. The crater was a cauldron of green +fires through which the conical rays angled and interwove, crossed and +mingled. And where they mingled, where they crossed, flamed out suddenly +immense rayless orbs; palpitant for an instant, then dissolving in +spiralling, feathery spray of pallid emerald incandescences. + +Stronger and stronger beat the pulse of returning life. + +A jetting stream struck squarely upon the Metal Emperor. Out blazed his +splendors--jubilant. His golden zodiac, no longer tarnished and dull, +ran with sun flames; the wondrous rose was a racing, lambent miracle. + +Up snapped the Keeper; towered behind him, all flickering scarlets and +leaping yellows--no longer wrathful or sullen. + +The place dripped radiance; was filling like a chrisom with radiance. + +Us, too, the sparkling mists bathed. + +I was conscious of a curiously wild exhilaration; a quickening of the +pulse; an abnormally rapid breathing. I stooped to touch Drake; sparks +leaped from my outstretched fingers, great green sparks that crackled as +they impacted upon him. He gave them no heed; but stared with fascinated +eyes upon the crater. + +Now from every side broke a tempest of gem fires. From every girder +and column, from every arras, pendent and looping, burst diamond +glitterings, ruby luminescences, lanced flames of molten emerald and +sapphires, flashings of amethyst and opal, meteoric iridescences, +dazzling spectrums. + +The hollow was a cave of some Aladdin of the Titans ablaze with +enchanted hoards. It was a place of gems ensorcelled, gems in which +imprisoned hosts of the Jinns of Light beat sparkling against their +crystal walls to escape. + +I thrust the fantasies from me. Fantastic enough was this reality--globe +and pyramid and cube of the Metal People opening wide, bathing in, +drinking from the radiant maelstrom that faster and ever faster swirled +about them. + +“Feeding!” It was Drake's awed voice. “Feeding on the sun!” + +The circling shields were raising themselves, lifting themselves higher +above the crater-lip. Into the crowded cylinder came now only the rays +from the high circlets, the streams from the huge wheel above the still +growing cones. + +Up and up the shields rose, but by what mechanism raised I could not +see. Their motion ceased; in all their thousands they turned. Over the +City's top and out into the oval valley they poured their torrents of +light; flooding it, deluging it even as they had this pit that was the +City's heart. Feeding, I knew, those other Metal Hordes without. + +And as though in answer, sweeping down upon us through the circles of +open sky, a clamor poured. + +“If we'd but known!” Drake's voice came to me, thin and unreal through +the tumult. “It's what Ventnor meant! If we had got down there when they +were so weak--if we could have handled the Keeper--we could have smashed +that plate that works the Cones! We could have killed them!” + +“There are other Cones,” I cried back to him. + +“No,” he shook his head. “This is the master machine. It's what Ventnor +meant when he said to strike through the sun. And we've lost the +chance--” + +Louder grew the hurricane without; and now within began its mate. +Through the mists flashed linked tempests of lightnings. Bolt upon +javelin bolt, and ever more thickly; lightnings green as the mists +themselves; lightning bolts of destroying violets, searing scarlets; +tearing chains of withering yellows, globes of exploding multicolored +electric incandescences. + +The crater was threaded with the lightnings of the Metal People; was +broidered with them; was a Pit woven with vast and changing patterns of +electric flame. + +What was it that Drake had said? That if but we could have known we +could have destroyed these--Things--Destroyed--Them? Things that could +thrust their will and power up through ninety million miles of space and +suck from the sun the honey of power! Drain it and hive it within these +great mountains of the cones! + +Destroy Things that could feed their own life into a machine to draw +back from the sun a greater life--Things that could forge of their +strength a spear which, piercing the side of the sun, sent gushing back +upon them a tenfold, nay, a thousandfold strength! + +Destroy this City that was one vast and living dynamo feeding upon the +magnetic life of earth and sun! + +The clamor had grown stupendous, destroying--like armored Gods roaring +at sword play in a hundred Valhallas; like the war drums of battling +universe; like the smitings of warring suns. + +And all the City was throbbing, beating with a gigantic pulse of +life--was fed and drunken with life. I felt that pulsing become my own; +I echoed to it; throbbed in unison. I saw Drake outlined in flame; that +around me a radiant nimbus was growing. + +I thought I saw Norhala floating, clothed in shouting, flailing fires. I +strove to call out to her. By me slipped the body of Drake; lay flaming +at my feet upon the narrow ledge. + +There was a roaring within my head--louder, far louder, than that which +beat against my ears. Something was drawing me forth; drawing me out of +my body into unimaginable depths of blackness. Something was hurling me +out into those cold depths of space that alone could darken the fires +that encircled me--the fires of which I was becoming a part. + +I felt myself leap outward--outward and outward--into--oblivion. + + + + +CHAPTER XXI. PHANTASMAGORIA METALLIQUE. + +Wearily I opened my eyes. Stiffly, painfully, I stirred. High above +me was the tremendous circle of sky, ringed with the hosts of feeding +shields. But the shields were now wanly gleaming and the sky was the sky +of night. + +Night? How long had I lain here? And where was Drake? I struggled to +rise. + +“Steady, old man,” his voice came from beside me. “Steady--and quiet. +How are you feeling?” + +“Badly battered,” I groaned. “What happened?” + +“We weren't used to the show,” he said. “We got all fed up at the orgy. +Too much magnetism--we had a sudden and violent attack of electrical +indigestion. Sh-h--look ahead of you.” + +Gingerly I turned. I had been lying, I now saw, head toward and prone +at the base of one of the crater's walls. As my gaze swept away I noted +with a curious relief that the tiny eye-points were no longer sparkling +with their enigmatic life, that they were dulled and dim once more. + +Before me, glimmering pallidly, bristled the mount of the Cones. Around +its crystal base glittered immense egg-shaped diamond incandescences. +They were both rayless and strangely--lightless; they threw no shadows +nor did their lambency lessen the dimness. Beside each of these curious +luminosities stood one of the sullen-fired, cruciform shapes--the Things +that now I knew for the opened cubes. + +They were smaller than the Keeper, indeed less than half his height. +They were ranged in an almost unbroken crescent around the visible arc +of the immense pedestal--and now I saw that the lights were a few feet +closer to that pedestal than they. Egg-shaped as I have said, the wider +end was undermost, resting in a broad cup upheld by a slender pedicle +silvery-gray and metallic. + +“They're building out the base,” whispered Drake. “The Cones got so big +they have to give them more room.” + +“Magnetism,” I whispered in return. “Electricity--they drew down from +the sun spot. And it was more than that--I saw the Cones grow under it. +It fed them as it fed the Hordes--but the Cones grew. It was as though +the shields and the Cones turned pure energy into substance.” + +“And if we hadn't been pretty thoroughly magnetized to start with it +would have done for us,” he said. + +We watched the operation going on in front of us. The cross shapes had +bent, hinging above the transverse arms. They bowed in absolute unison +as at some signal. Down from the horizontal plane of each whipped the +long and writhing tentacles. + +At the foot of every one I could now perceive a heap of some faintly +glistening material. The tendrils coiled among this, then drew up +something that looked like a thick rod of crystal. The bent planes +straightened; simultaneously they thrust the crystalline bars toward the +incandescences. + +There came a curious, brittle hissing. The ends of the rods began to +dissolve into dazzling, diamond rain, atomically minute, that passing +through the egg-shaped lights poured upon the periphery of the pedestal. +Rapidly the bars melted. Heat there must be in these lights, terrific +heat--yet the Keeper's workers seemed impervious to it. + +As the ends of the bars radiated into the annealing mist I saw the +tentacles creep closer and ever closer to the rayless flame through +which the mist flew. And at the last, as the ultimate atoms drove +through, the holding tendrils were thrust almost within it; touched it, +certainly. + +A score of times they repeated this process while we watched. Unaware of +us they seemed, or--if aware, then indifferent. More rapid became their +movements, the glassy ingots streaming through the floating braziers +with hardly a pause in their passing. Abruptly, as though switched, the +incandescences lessened into candle-points; instantly, as at a signal, +the crescent of crosses closed into a crescent of cubes. + +Motionless they stood, huge blocks blackened against the dim glowing +of the cones--sentient monoliths; a Druid curve; an arc of a metal +Stonehenge. And as at dusk and dawn the great menhirs of Stonehenge fill +with a mysterious, granitic life, seem to be praying priests of stone, +so about these gathered hierophantic illusion. + + +They quivered; the slender pedicles cupping, the waned lights swayed; +the lights lifted and soared, upright, to their backs. + +Two by two with measured pace, solemnly the cubes glided off into the +encircling darkness. As they swept away there streamed behind them other +scores not until then visible to us, joining pair by pair from hidden +arcs. + +Into the secret shadows they flowed, two by two, each bearing over it +the slim shaft holding the serene flame. + +Grotesquely were they like a column of monks marching with dimmed +flambeau of their worship. Angled metal monks of some god of metal, +carrying tapers of electric fire, withdrawing slowly from a Holy of +Holies whose metallically divine Occupant knew nothing of man--nor cared +to know. + +Grotesque--yes. But would that I had the power to crystallize in words +the underlying, alien terror every movement of the Metal Monster +when disintegrate, its every manifestation when combined, evoked; the +incredulous, amazed lurking always close behind the threshold of the +mind; the never lifting, thin-shuddering shadow. + +Smaller, dimmer waned the lights--they were gone. + +We crouched, motionless. Nothing stirred; there was no sound. Without +speaking we arose; crept together over the smooth floor toward the +cones. + +As we crossed I saw that the pave, like the walls, was built of the +bodies of the Metal People; and, like the walls, they were dormant, +filmed eyes oblivious to our passing. Closer we crept--were only a scant +score of rods from that colossal mechanism. I noted that the crystal +foundation was set low; was not more than four feet above the floor. +The sturdy, dwarfed pilasters supporting it thrust up in crowded copses, +merging through distance into apparent solidity. + +Now, too, I realized, as I had not when looking down from above, how +stupendous the structure rising from the crystal foundation was. + +I began to wonder how so thin a support could bear the mount bristling +above it--then remembered what it was that at first had flown from them, +shrinking them, and at last had fed and swelled them. + +Light! Weightless magnetic ions; swarms of electric ions; the misty +breath of the infinite energy breathing upon, condensing upon, them. +Could it be that the Cones for all their apparent mass had little, +if any, weight? Like ringed Saturn, thousands of times Earth's bulk, +flaunting itself in the Heavens--yet if transported to our world so +light that rings and all it would float like a bubble upon our oceans. +The Cones towered above me--close, so close. + +The Cones were weightless. How I knew I cannot say--but now, almost +touching them, I did know. Nebulous, yet solid, were they; compact, yet +tenuous, dense and unsubstantial. + +Again the thought came to me--they were force made visible; energy made +concentrate into matter. + +We skirted, seeking for the tablet over which the Keeper had hovered; +the mechanism which, under his tentacles, had shifted the circling +shields, thrust the spear of green fire into the side of the wounded +sun. Hesitantly I touched the crystal base; the edge was warm, but +whether this warmth came from the dazzling rain which we had just +watched build it outward or whether it was a property inherent with the +substance itself I do not know. + +Certainly there was no mark upon it to show where the molten mists had +fallen. It was diamond hard and smooth. The nearest cones were but a +scant nine feet from its rim. + +Suddenly we saw the tablet; stood beside it. The shape of a great T, +glimmering with a faint and limpid violet phosphorescence, it might have +been, in shape and size, the palely shining shadow of the Keeper. It was +a foot above the floor, and had apparently no connection with the cones. + +It was made of thousands of close-packed tiny octagonal rods the tops of +some of which were cupped, of others pointed; none was more than half +an inch in width. There was about it a suggestion of wedded crystal +and metal--as about its burden was the suggestion of mated energy and +matter. + +The rods were movable; they formed a keyboard unimaginably complex; +a keyboard whose infinite combinations were like a Fourth Dimensional +chess game. I saw that only the swarms of tentacles that were the +Keeper's hands and these only could be masters of its incredible +intricacies. No Disk--not even the Emperor, no Star shape could play on +it, draw out its chords of power. + +But why? Why had it been so made that sullen flaming Cross alone could +release its hidden meanings, made articulate its interwoven octaves? +And how were its messages conveyed? Up to its bases pressed the dormant +cubes--that under it they lay as well I did not doubt. + +There was no visible copula of the tablet with cones; no antennae +between it and the circled shields. Could it be that the impulses +released by the Keeper's coilings passed through the Metal People of +the pave on the upthrust Metal People of the crater rim who held the +shields? + +That WAS unthinkable--unthinkable because if so this mechanism was +superfluous. + +The swift response to the communal will that we had observed showed that +the Metal Monster needed nothing of this kind for transmission of the +thought of any of its units. + +There was some gap here--a gap that the grouped consciousness could not +bridge without other means. Clearly that was true--else why the tablet, +why the Keeper's travail? + +Was each of these tiny rods a mechanism akin, in a fashion, to the +sending keys of the wireless; were they transmitters of subtle energy +in which was enfolded command? Spellers-out of a super-Morse carrying +to each responsive cell of the Metal Monster the bidding of those higher +units which were to It as the brain cells are to us? That, advanced +as the knowledge it implied might be, was closer to the heart of the +possible. + +I bent, determined, despite the well-nigh unconquerable shrinking I +felt, to touch the tablet's rods. + +A flickering shadow fell upon me; a flock of pulsating ochreous and +scarlet shadows-- + +The Keeper glowed above us! + +In a life that has had its share of dangers, its need for quick +decisions, I recognize that few indeed of my reactions to peril have +been more than purely instinctive; no more consciously courageous +nor intellectually dissociate from the activating stimulus than the +shrinking of the burned hand from the brand, the will-to-live dictated +rush of the cornered animal upon the thing menacing it. + +One such higher functioning was when I followed Larry O'Keefe and Lakla, +the Handmaiden, out to what we believed soul-destroying death in a place +almost as strange as this *; another was now. Deliberately, detachedly, I +studied the angrily flaming Shape. + + * See “The Moon Pool” and “The Conquest of the Moon Pool.” + +Compared to it we were as a pair of Hop-o'-my-Thumbs to the Giant; had +it been man-shaped we would have come less than a third way up to its +knees. I focussed my attention upon the twenty-foot-wide square that was +the Keeper's foot. Its surface was jewel smooth, hyaline--yet beneath +it was a suggestion of granulation, of close-packed, innumerable, +microscopic crystals. + +Within these grains whose existence was more sensed than seen glowed +dull red light, smoky and sullen. At each end of the square, close to +the bottom, was a diamond-shaped lozenge, cabochon, perhaps a yard in +width. These were dim yellow, translucent, with no suggestion of the +underlying crystallization. Sense organs I set them down to be--similar +to the great ovals within the Emperor's golden zone. + + +My gaze traveled up to the transverse arms. They stretched sixty feet +from tip to tip. At each tip were two more of the diamond figures, not +dull but burning angrily with orange-and-scarlet luster. In the center +of the beam was something that might have been a smoldering rubrous +reflection of the Emperor's pulsing multicolored rose had each of the +petals of the latter been clipped and squared. + +It deepened toward its heart into a singular pattern of vermilion +latticings. Into the entire figure ran numerous tiny rivulets of angry +crimson and orange light, angling in interwoven patterns with never a +curve nor arching. + +Set at intervals between them were what looked like octagonal rosettes +filled with slender silvery flutings, wan striations--like--it came to +me--immense chrysanthemum buds, half opened, and carved in gray jade. + +Above towered the gigantic vertical beam. Toward its top I glimpsed a +huge square of flaring crimsons and bright topaz; two other diamonds +stared down upon us from just beneath it--like eyes. And over all its +height the striated octagons clustered. + +I felt myself lifted, floated upward. Drake's hand shot out, clung to me +as together we drifted up the living wall. Opposite the latticed heart +of the square-petaled rose our flight was checked. There for an instant +we hung. Then the octagonal symbols stirred, unfolded like buds-- + +They were the nests of the Keeper's tentacles, and out from them the +whiplike tendrils uncoiled, shot out and writhed toward us. + +My skin flinched from their touch; my body, held in the unseen grip, was +motionless. Yet when they touched their contact was not unpleasant. They +were like flexible strands of glass; their smooth tips questioned +us, passing through our hair, searching our faces, writhing over our +clothing. + +There was a pulse in the great clipped rose, a rhythmic throbbing of +vermilion fire that ran into it from the angled veins, beat through the +latticed nucleus and throbbed back whence it had come. The huge, high +square of scarlet and yellow was liquid flame; the diamond organs +beneath it seemed to smoke, to send out swirls of orange red vapor. + +Holding us so the Keeper studied us. + +The rhythm of the square rose, became the rhythm of my own mind. But +here was none of the vast, serene and elemental calm that Ruth had +described as emanating from the Metal Emperor. Powerful it was, without +doubt, but in it were undertones of rage, of impatience, overtones of +revolt, something incomplete and struggling. Within the disharmonies I +seemed to sense a fettered force striving for freedom; energy battling +against itself. + +Greater grew the swarms of the tentacles winding about us like slender +strands of glass, covering our faces, making breathing more and +more difficult. There was a coil of them around my throat and +tightening--tightening. + +I heard Drake gasping, laboring for breath. I could not turn my head +toward him, could not speak. Was this then to be our end? + +The strangling clutch relaxed, the mass of the tentacles lessened. I was +conscious of a surge of anger through the cruciform Thing that held us. + +Its sullen fires blazed. I was aware of another light beating past +us--beating down the Keeper's. The hosts of tendrils drew back from me. +I felt myself picked from the unseen grasp, whirled in the air and drawn +away. + +Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk--the Metal Emperor! + +He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper--and even as I swung I saw +the Keeper's multitudinous, serpentine arms surge out toward us angrily +and then sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests. + +And out of the Disk, clothing me, permeating me, came an immense +tranquillity, a muting of all human thought, all human endeavor, an +unthinkable, cosmic calm into which all that was human of me seemed to +be sinking, drowning as in a fathomless abyss. I struggled against +it, desperately, striving in study of the Disk to erect a barrier of +preoccupation against the power pouring from it. + +A dozen feet away from us the sapphire ovals centered upon us their +regard. They were limpid, pellucid as gems whose giant replicas they +seemed to be. The surface of the Disk ringed about by the aureate zodiac +in which the nine ovals shone was a maze of geometric symbols traced +in the lines of living gem fires; infinitely complex those patterns and +infinitely beautiful; an infinite number of symmetric forms in which I +seemed to trace all the ordered crystalline wonders of the snowflakes, +the groupings of all crystalline patternings, the soul of ordered beauty +that are the marvels of the Radiolaria, Nature's own miraculous book of +the soul of mathematical beauty. + +The flashing, petaled heart was woven of living rainbows of cold flame. + +Silently we floated there while the Disk--LOOKED--at us. + +And as though I had been not an actor but an observer, the weird picture +of it all came to me--two men swinging like motes in mid air, on one +side the flickering scarlet and orange Cruciform shape, on the other +side the radiant Disk, behind the two manikins the pallid mount of the +bristling cones; and high above the wan circle of the shields. + +There was a ringing about us--an elfin chiming, sweet and crystalline. +It came from the cones--and strangely was it their vocal synthesis, +their voice. Into the vast circle of sky pierced a lance of green fire; +swift in its wake uprose others. + +We slid gently down, stood swaying at the Disk's base. The Keeper bent; +angled. Again the planes above the supporting square hovered over the +tablet. The tendrils swept down, pushed here and there, playing upon the +rods some unknown symphony of power. + +Thicker pulsed the lances of the aurora; changed to vast billowing +curtains. The faceted wheel at the top of the central spire of the cones +swung upward; a light began to stream from the cones themselves--no +pillar now, but a vast circle that shot whirling into the heavens like a +noose. + +And like a noose it caught the aurora, snared it! + +Into it the coruscating mists of mysterious flame swirled; lost their +colors, became a torrent of light flying down through the ring as though +through a funnel top. + +Down poured the radiant corpuscles, bathing the cones. They did not glow +as they had beneath the flood from the shields, and if they grew it was +too slowly for me to see; the shields were motionless. Now here, now +there, I saw the other rings whirl up--smaller mouths of lesser cones +hidden within the body of the Metal Monster, I knew, sucking down this +magnetic flux, these countless ions gushing forth from the sun. + +Then as when first we had seen the phenomenon in the valley of the blue +poppies, the ring vanished, hidden by a fog of coruscations--as though +the force streaming through the rings became diffused after it had been +caught. + +Crouching, forgetful of our juxtaposition to these two unhuman, +anomalous Things, we watched the play of the tentacles upon the upthrust +rods. + +But if we forgot, we were not forgotten! + +The Emperor slipped nearer; seemed to contemplate us--quizzically, +AMUSED; as a man would look down upon some curious and interesting +insect, a puppy, a kitten. I sensed this amusement in the Disk's regard +even as I had sensed its soul of awful tranquillity; as we had sensed +the playful malice in the eye stars of the living corridor, the +curiosity in the column that had dropped us into the valley. + +I felt a push--a push that was filled with a colossal, GLITTERING +playfulness. + +Under it I went spinning away for yards--Drake twirling close behind me. +The force, whatever it was, swept out from the Emperor, but in it was +no slightest hint of anger or of malice, no slightest shadow of the +sinister. + +Rather it was as though one would blow away a feather; urge gently some +little lesser thing away. + +The Disk watched our whirlings--with a sparkling, jeweled LAUGHTER in +its pulsing radiance. + +Again came the push--farther yet we spun. Suddenly before us, across the +pave, shone out a twinkling trail--the wakened eyes of the cubes that +formed it, marking out a pathway for us to follow. + +Immediately upon their gleaming forth I saw the Emperor turn--his +immense, oval, metallic back now black against the radiance of the +cones. + +Up from the narrow gleaming path--a path opened I knew by some +command--lifted the hosts of tiny unseen hands; the sentient currents of +magnetic force that were the fingers and arms of the Metal Hordes. They +held us, thrust us along, passed us forward. Faster and faster we moved, +speeding on the wake of the long-vanished metal monks. + +I turned my head--the cones were already far away. Over the tablet of +limpid violet phosphorescence still hovered the planes of the Keeper; +and still was the oval of the Emperor black against the radiance. + +But the twinkling, sparkling path between us and them was gone--was +fading out close behind us as we swept onward. + +Faster and faster grew our pace. The cylindrical wall loomed close. A +high oblong portal showed within it. Into this we were carried. Before +us stretched a corridor precisely similar to that which, closing upon +us, had forced us completely out into the hall. + +Unlike that passage, its floor lifted steeply--a smooth and shining +slide up which no man could climb. A shaft, indeed, which thrust upward +straight as an arrow at an angle of at least thirty degrees and whose +end or turning we could not see. Up and up it cleared its way through +the City--through the Metal Monster--closed only by the inability of +the eye to pierce the faint luminosity that thickened by distance became +impenetrable. + +For an instant we hovered upon its threshold. But the impulse, the +command, that had carried us thus far was not to stop here. Into it and +up it we were thrust, our feet barely touching the glimmering surface; +lifted by the force that emanated from its floor, carried on by the +force that pressed out from the sides. + +Up and up we went--scores of feet--hundreds-- + + + + +CHAPTER XXII. THE ENSORCELLED CHAMBER + +“Goodwin!” Drake broke the silence; desperately he was striving to keep +his fear out of his voice. “Goodwin--this isn't the way to get out. +We're going up--farther away all the time from the--the gates!” + +“What can we do?” My anxiety was no less than his, but my realization of +our helplessness was complete. + +“If we only knew how to talk to these Things,” he said. “If we could +only have let the Disk know we wanted to get out--damn it, Goodwin, it +would have helped us.” + +Grotesque as the idea sounded, I felt that he spoke the truth. The +Emperor meant no harm to us; in fact in speeding us away I was not at +all sure that he had not deliberately wished us well--there was that +about the Keeper-- + +Still up we sped along the shaft. I knew we must now be above the level +of the valley. + +“We've got to get back to Ruth! Goodwin--NIGHT! And what may have +HAPPENED to her?” + +“Drake, boy”--I dropped into his own colloquialism--“we're up against +it. We can't help it. And remember--she's there in Norhala's home. I +don't believe, I honestly don't believe, Dick, that there's any danger +as long as she remains there. And Ventnor ties her fast.” + +“That's true,” he said, more hopefully. “That's true--and probably +Norhala is with her by now.” + +“I don't doubt it,” I said cheerfully. An idea came to me--I half +believed it myself. “And another thing. There's not an action here +that's purposeless. We're being driven on by the command of that Thing +we call the Metal Emperor. It means us no harm. Maybe--maybe this IS the +way out.” + +“Maybe so,” he shook his head doubtfully. “But I'm not sure. Maybe that +long push was just to get us away from THERE. And it strikes me that the +impulse has begun to weaken. We're not going anywhere near as fast as we +were.” + +I had not realized it, but our speed was slackening. I looked +back--hundreds of feet behind us fell the slide. An unpleasant chill +went through me--should the magnetic grip upon us relax, withdraw, +nothing could stop us from falling back along that incline to be broken +like eggs at its end; that our breaths would be snuffed out by the +terrific descent long before we reached that end was scant comfort. + +“There are other passages opening up along this shaft,” Drake said. +“I'm not for trusting the Emperor too far--he has other things on his +metallic mind, you know. The next one we get to, let's try to slip +into--if we can.” + +I had noticed; there had been openings along the ascending shaft; +corridors running apparently transversely to its angled way. + +Slower and slower became our pace. A hundred yards above I glimpsed one +of the apertures. Could we reach it? Slower and slower we arose. Now the +gap was but a yard off--but we were motionless--were tottering! + +Drake's arms wrapped round me. With a tremendous effort he hurled me +into the portal. I dropped at its edge, writhed swiftly around, saw him +slipping, slipping down--thrust my hands out to him. + +He caught them. There came a wrench that tortured my arm sockets as +though racked. But he held! + +Slowly--I writhed back into the passage, dragging up his almost dead +weight. His head appeared, his shoulders; there was a convulsion of the +long body and he lay before me. + + +For a minute or two we lay, flat upon our backs resting. I sat up. The +passage was broad, silent; apparently as endless as that from which we +had just escaped. + +Along it, above us, under us, the crystalline eyes were dim. It showed +no sign of movement--yet had it done so there was nothing we could do +save drop down the annihilating slant. Drake arose. + +“I'm hungry,” he said, “and I'm thirsty. I move that we eat and drink +and approximately be merry.” + +He slung aside the haversack. From it we took food; from the canteens +we drank. We did not talk. Each knew what the other was thinking; +infrequently, and thank the eternal law that some call God for that, +come crises in which speech seems not only petty but when against it the +mind rebels as a nauseous thing. + +This was such a time. At last I drew myself to my feet. + +“Let's be going,” I said. + +The corridor stretched straight before us; along it we paced. How far we +walked I do not know; mile upon mile, it seemed. It broadened abruptly +into a vast hall. + +And this hall was filled with the Metal Hordes--was a gigantic workshop +of them. In every shape, in every form, they seethed and toiled about +it. Upon its floor were heaps of shining ores, mounds of flashing gems, +piles of ingots, metallic and crystalline. High and low throughout +flamed the egg-shaped incandescences; floating furnaces both great and +small. + +Before one of these forges, close to us, stood a Metal Thing. Its body +was a twelve-foot column of smaller cubes. Upon the top was a hollow +square formed of even lesser blocks--blocks hardly larger than the +Little Things themselves. In the center of the open rectangle was +another shaft, its top a two-foot square plate formed of a single cube. + +From the sides of the hollow square sprang long arms of spheres, each +tipped by a tetrahedron. They moved freely, slipping about upon their +curved points of contact and like a dozen little thinking hammers, +the pyramid points at their ends beat down upon as many thimble shaped +objects which they thrust alternately into the unwinking brazier then +laid upon the central block to shape. + +A goblin workman the Thing seemed, standing there, so intent upon and so +busy with its forgings. + +There were scores of these animate machines; they paid no slightest +heed to us as we slipped by them, clinging as closely to the wall of the +immense workshop as we could. + +We passed a company of other Shapes which stood two by two and close +together, their tops wide spinning wheels through which the tendrils +of an opened globe fed translucent, colorless ingots--the substance it +seemed to me of which Norhala's shadowy walls were made, the crystal of +which the bars that built out the base of the Cones were formed. + +The ingots passed between the whirling faces; emerged from them as +slender, long cylinders; were seized as they slipped down by a crouching +block, whose place as it glided away was instantly taken by another. In +many bewildering forms, intent upon unknown activities directed toward +unguessable ends, the composite, animate mechanisms labored. And all the +place was filled with a goblin bustle, trollish racketings, ringing of +gnomish anvils, clanging of kobold forges--a clamorous cavern filled +with metal Nibelungens. + +We came to the opening of another passage, a doorway piercing the walls +of the workshop. Its incline, though steep, was not dangerous. + +Into it we stepped; climbed onward it seemed interminably. Far ahead +of us at last appeared the outline of its further entrance, silhouetted +against and filled with a brighter luminosity. We drew near; stopped +cautiously at its threshold, peering out. + +Well it was that we had hesitated. Before us was open space--an abyss in +the body of the Metal Monster. + +The corridor opened into it like a window. Thrusting out our heads, +we saw an unbroken wall both above and below. Half a mile away was +its opposite side. Over this pit was a misty sky and not more than a +thousand feet above and black against the heavens was the lip of it--the +cornices of this chasm within the City. + +Far, far beneath us we watched the Hordes throw themselves across the +abyss in webs of curving arches and girder-straight bridges; gigantic +we knew these spans must be yet dwarfed to slender footways by +distance. Over them moved hurrying companies; from them came flashings, +glitterings--prismatic, sun golden; plutonic scarlets, molten blues; +javelins of colored light piercing upward from unfolded cubes and globes +and pyramids crossing them or from busy bearers of the shining fruits of +the mysterious workshops. + +And as they passed the bridges swung up, coiled and thrust themselves +from sight through openings that closed behind them. Ever, as they +passed, close on their going whipped out other spans so that always +across that abyss a sentient, shifting web was hung. + +We drew back, stared into each other's white face. Panic swept through +me, in quick, alternate pulse of ice and fire. For crushingly, no longer +to be denied, came certainty that we were lost within the mazes of this +incredible City--lost in the body of the Metal Monster which that City +was. There was a sick despair in my heart as we turned and slowly made +our way back along the sloping corridor. + +A hundred yards, perhaps, we had gone in silence before we stopped, +gazing stupidly at an opening in the wall beside us. The portal had not +been there when we had passed--of that I was certain. + +“It's opened since we went by,” whispered Drake. + +We peered through it. The passage was narrow; its pave led downward. +For a moment we hesitated, the same foreboding in both our minds. And +yet--among the perils that crowded in upon us what choice had we? There +could be no more danger there than here. + +Both ways were--ALIVE, both obedient to impulses over which we had +no more control and no more way of predetermining than mice in some +complex, man-made trap. Furthermore, this shaft also ran downward, and +although its pitch was less and it did not therefore drop as quickly +toward that level we sought and wherein lay the openings of escape into +the outer valley, it fell at right angles to the corridor through which +we had come. + +We knew that to retrace our steps now would but take us back to the +forges and thence to the hall of the Cones and the certain peril waiting +for us there. + +We stepped into this opened way. For a little distance it ran +straightly, then turned and sloped gently upward; and a little distance +more we climbed. Then suddenly, not a hundred yards from us, gushed out +a flood of soft radiance, opalescent, filled with pearly glimmerings and +rosy shadows of light. + +It was as though a door had opened into some world of luminescence. From +it the lambent torrent poured; billowed down upon us. In its wake +came music--if music the mighty harmonies, the sonorous chords, the +crystalline themes and the linked chaplet of notes that were like +spiralings of tiny golden star bells could be named. + +Toward source of light and sound we moved, nor could we have halted nor +withdrawn had we willed; the radiance drew us to it as the sun the water +drop, and irresistibly the sweet, unearthly music called. Closer we +came--it was a narrow alcove from which sound and light poured--into it +we crept--and went no further. + +We peered into a vast and columnless vault, a limitless temple of light. +High up in it, strewn manifold, danced and shone soft orbs like tender +suns. No pale gilt luminaries of frozen rays were these. Effulgent, +jubilant, they flamed--orbs red as wine of rubies that Djinns of Al +Shiraz press from his enchanted vineyards of jewels; twin orbs +rosy white as breasts of pampered Babylonian maids; orbs of pulsing +opalescences and orbs of the murmuring green of bursting buds of spring, +crocused orbs and orbs of royal coral; suns that throbbed with singing +rays of wedded rose and pearl and of sapphires and topazes amorous; orbs +born of cool virginal dawns and of imperial sunsets and orbs that were +the tuliped fruit of mating rainbows of fire. + +They danced, these countless aureoles; they swung and threaded in +radiant choral patterns, in linked harmonies of light. And as they +danced their gay rays caressed and bathed myriads of the Metal Folk open +beneath them. Under the rays the jewel fires of disk and star and cross +leaped and pulsed and danced to the same bright rhythm. + +We sought the source of the music--a tremendous thing of shimmering +crystal pipes like some colossal organ. Out of the radiance around it +great flames gathered, shook into sight with streamings and pennonings, +in bannerets and bandrols, leaped upon the crystal pipes, and merged +within them. + +And as the pipes drank them the flames changed into sound! + +Throbbing bass viols of roaring vernal winds, diapasons of waterfall +and torrents--these had been flames of emerald; flaming trumpetings of +desire that had been great streamers of scarlet--rose flames that had +dissolved into echoes of fulfillment; diamond burgeonings that melted +into silver symphonies like mist entangled Pleiades transmuted into +melodies; chameleon harmonies to which the strange suns danced. + +And now I saw--realizing with a clutch of indescribable awe, with +a sense of inexplicable profanation the secret of this ensorcelled +chamber. + +Within every pulsing rose of irised fire that was the heart of a disk, +from every rubrous, clipped rose of a cross, and from every rayed purple +petaling of a star there nestled a tiny disk, a tiny cross, a tiny star, +luminous and symboled even as those that cradled them. + +The Metal Babes building like crystals from hearts of radiance beneath +the play of jocund orbs! + +Incredible blossomings of crystal and of metal whose lullabies and +cradle songs were singing symphonies of flame. + +It was the birth chamber of the City! + +The womb of the Metal Monster! + +Abruptly the walls of the niche sparkled out, the glittering eye points +regarding us with a most disquieting suggestion of sentinels who, +slumbering, had been caught unaware, and now awakening challenged us. +Swiftly the niche closed--so swiftly that barely had we time to spring +over its threshold into the corridor. + +The corridor was awake--alive! + +The power darted out; gripped us. Up it swept us and on. Far away a +square of light appeared, grew quickly larger. Framed in it was the +amethystine burning of the great ring that girdled the encircling +cliffs. + +I turned my head--behind us the corridor was closing! + +Now the opening was so close that through it I could see the vast +panorama of the valley. The wall behind us touched us; pushed us on. +We thrust ourselves against it, despairingly. As well might flies have +tried to press back a moving mountain. + +Resistingly, inexorably we were pressed forward. Now we cowered within a +yard-deep niche; now we trembled upon a foot-wide ledge. + +Shuddering, gasping, we glared down the sheer drop of the City's wall. +The smooth and glimmering scarp fell thousands of feet straight to the +valley floor. And there were no merciful mists to hide what awaited us +there; no mists anywhere. In that brief, agonized glance every detail of +the Pit was disclosed with an abnormal clarity. + +We tottered on the brink. The ledge melted. + +Down, down we plunged, locked in each other's arms, hurtling to the +shattering death so far below! + + + + +CHAPTER XXIII. THE TREACHERY OF YURUK + +Was it true that Time is within ourselves--that like Space, its twin, it +is only a self-created illusion of the human mind? There are hours that +flash by on hummingbird wings; there are seconds that shuffle on shod in +leaden shoes. + +Was it true that when death faces us the consciousness finds power +through its will to live to conquer the illusion--to prolong Time? That, +recoiling from oblivion, we can recreate in a fractional moment whole +years gone past, years yet to come--striving to lengthen our existence, +stretching out our apperception beyond the phantom boundaries, +overdrawing upon a Barmecide deposit of minutes, staking fresh claims +upon a mirage? + +How else explain the seeming slowness with which we were falling--the +seeming leisureness with which the wall drifted up past us? + +And was this punishment--a sentence meted out for profaning with our +eyes a forbidden place; a penalty for touching with our gaze the ark of +the Metal Tribes--their holy of holies--the budding place of the Metal +Babes? + +The valley was swinging--swinging in slow broad curves; was oscillating +dizzily. + +Slowly the colossal wall slipped upward. + +Realization swept me; left me amazed; only half believing. This was no +illusion. After that first swift plunge our fall had been checked. We +were swinging--not the valley. + +Deliberately, in wide arcs like pendulums, we were swinging across the +City's scarp; three feet out from it, and as we swung, slowly sinking. + +And now I saw the countless eyes of the watching wall again were +twinkling, regarding us with impish mockery. + +It was the grip of the living wall that held us; that rocked us from +side to side as though giving greater breadths of it chance to behold +us; that was dropping us gently, carefully, to the valley floor now a +scant two thousand feet below. + +A storm of rage, of intensest resentment swept me; as once before any +gratitude I should have felt for escape was submerged in the utter +humiliation with which it was charged. + +I shook my fists at the twinkling wall, strove to kick and smite it like +an angry child, cursed it--not childishly. Dared it to hurl me down to +death. + +I felt Drake's hand touch mine. + +“Steady,” he said. “Steady, old boy. It's no use. Steady. Look down.” + +Hot with shame for my outburst, weak from its violence, I obeyed. The +valley floor was not more than a thousand feet away. Thronging about +where we must at last touch, clustered and seething, was a multitude of +the Metal Things. They seemed to be looking up at us, watching, waiting +for us. + +“Reception committee,” grinned Drake. + +I glanced away; over the valley. It was luminously clear; yet the sky +was overcast, no stars showing. The light was no stronger than that of +the moon at full, but it held a quality unfamiliar to me. It cast no +shadows; though soft, it was piercing, revealing all it bathed with the +distinctness of bright sunshine. The illumination came, I thought, from +the encircling veils falling from the band of amethyst. + +And, as I peered, out of the veils and far away sped a violet spark. +With meteor speed it flew toward us. Close to the base of the vast +facade it landed with a flashing of blue incandescence. I knew it +for one of the Flying Things, the Mark Makers--one of the incredible +messengers. + +Close upon its fall came increase in the turmoil of the crowding throng +awaiting us. Came, too, an abrupt change in our own motion. The long +arcs lessened. We were dropped more swiftly. + +Far away in the direction from which the Flying Thing had flown I +sensed another movement; something coming that carried with it subtle +suggestion of unlikeness to all the other incessant, linked movement +over the pit. Closer it drew. + +“Norhala!” gasped Drake. + +Robed in her silken amber swathings, red-copper hair streaming, woven +with elfin sparklings, she was racing toward the City like some lovely +witch, riding upon the back of a steed of huge cubes. + +Nearer she raced. More direct became our fall. Now we were dropping as +though at the end of an unreeling plummet cord; the floor of the valley +was no more than two hundred feet below. + +“Norhala!” we shouted; and again and again--again “Norhala!” + +Before our cries could have reached her the cubes swerved; came to a +halt beneath us. Through the hundred feet of space between I caught the +brilliancy of the weird constellations in Norhala's great eyes--saw with +a vague but no less dire foreboding that on her face dwelt a terrifying, +a blasting wrath. + +As softly as though by the hand of a giant of cloud we were lifted out +from the wall, and were set with no perceptible shock beside her on the +back of the cubes. + +“Norhala--” I stopped. For this was no Norhala whom we had known. Gone +was all calm, vanished every trace of unearthly tranquillity. It was a +Norhala awakened at last--all human. + +Yet in the still rage that filled her I sensed a force, an intensity, +more than human. Over the blazing eyes the brows were knit in a rigid, +golden bar; the delicate nostrils were pinched; the sweet red mouth was +white and merciless. It was as though in its long sleep her human +self had gathered more than human strength, and that now, awakened and +unleashed, the violence of its rage touched the vibrant zenith of that +sphere of which her quiet had been the nadir. + + +She was like an urn filled and flaming with the fires of the Gods of +wrath. + +What was it that had awakened her--what in awakening had changed the +inpouring human consciousness into this flood of fury? Foreboding +gripped me. + +“Norhala!” My voice was shaking. “Those we left--” + +“They are gone!” The golden voice was octaves deeper, vibrant, throbbing +with that muffled, menacing note that must have pulsed from the +golden tambours that summoned to battle Timur's fierce hordes. “They +were--taken.” + +“Taken!” I gasped. “Taken by what--these?” I swept my hands out toward +the Metal Things milling around us. + +“No! THESE are mine. These are they who obey me.” The golden voice now +shrilled with her passion. “Taken by--men!” + +Drake had read my face although he could not understand our words. + +“Ruth--” + +“Taken,” I said. “Both Ruth and Ventnor. Taken by the armored men--the +men of Cherkis!” + +“Cherkis!” She had caught the word. “Yes--Cherkis! And now he and all +his men--and all his women--and every living thing he rules shall pay. +And fear not--you two. For I, Norhala, will bring back my own. + +“Woe, woe to you, Cherkis, and to all of yours! For I, Norhala, am +awake, and I, Norhala, remember. Woe to you, Cherkis, woe--for now all +ends for you! + +“Not by the gods of my mother who turned their strength against her do +I promise this. I, Norhala, have no need for them--I, Norhala, who have +strength greater than they. And would I could crush those gods as I +shall crush you, Cherkis--and every living thing of yours! Yea--and +every UNLIVING thing as well!” + +Not halting now was Norhala's speech; it poured from the ruthless +lips--flamingly. + +“We go,” she cried. “And something of vengeance I have saved for you--as +is your right.” + +She tossed her arms high; stamped upon the back of the Metal Thing that +held us. + +It quivered and sped away. Swiftly dwindled the City's bulk; fast faded +its glimmering watchful face. + +Not toward the veils of light but out over the plain we flew. Above us, +crouching against the blast of our going, streamed like a silken banner +Norhala's hair, gemmed with the witch lights. + +We were far out now, the City far away. The cube slowed. Norhala threw +high her head. From the arched, exquisite throat pealed a trumpet +call--golden, summoning, imperious. Thrice it rang forth--and all the +surrounding valley seemed to halt and listen. + +Followed upon its ending, a chanting as goldenly sonorous. Wild, +peremptory, triumphant. It was like a mustering shouting to adventurous +stars, buglings to buccaneering winds, cadenced beckonings to restless +ranks of viking waves, signaling to all the corsairs and picaroons of +the elemental. + +A cosmic call to slay! + +The gigantic block upon which we rode quivered; I myself felt a thousand +needle-pointed roving arrows prick me, urging me on to some jubilant, +reckless orgy of destruction. + +Obeying that summoning there swirled to us cube and globe and pyramid +by the score--by the hundreds. They swept into our wake and +followed--lifting up behind us, an ever-rising sea. + +Higher and higher arose the metal wave--mounting, ever mounting as other +score upon score leaped upon it, rushed up it and swelled its crest. And +soon so great it was that it shadowed us, hung over us. + +The cubes we rode angled in their course; raced now with ever-increasing +speed toward the spangled curtains. + +And still Norhala's golden chant lured; higher and even higher reached +the following wave. Now we were rising upon a steep slope; now the +amethystine, gleaming ring was almost overheard. + +Norhala's song ceased. One breathless, soundless moment and we had +pierced the veils. A globule of sapphire shone afar, the elfin bubble of +her home. We neared it. + + +Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles turquoise +studded, lift their heads from their roadway browsing. For a moment they +stood, stiff with terror; then whimpering raced away. + +We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood close to its +threshold. Slaves to a single thought, Drake and I sprang to enter. + +“Wait!” Norhala's white hands caught us. “There is peril there--without +me! Me you must--follow!” + +Upon the exquisite face was no unshadowing of wrath, no diminishing of +rage, no weakening of dreadful determination. The star-flecked eyes were +not upon us; they looked over and beyond--coldly, calculatingly. + +“Not enough,” I heard her whisper. “Not enough--for that which I will +do.” + +We turned, following her gaze. A hundred feet on high, stretching nearly +across the gorge, an incredible curtain was flung. Over its folds was +movement--arms of spinning globes that thrust forth like paws and down +upon which leaped pyramid upon pyramid stiffening as they clung like +bristling spikes of hair; great bars of clicking cubes that threw +themselves from the shuttering--shook and withdrew. The curtain was a +ferment--shifting, mercurial; it throbbed with desire, palpitated with +eagerness. + +“Not enough!” murmured Norhala. + +Her lips parted; from them came another trumpeting--tyrannic, arrogant +and clangorous. Under it the curtaining writhed--out from it spurted +thin cascades of cubes. They swarmed up into tall pillars that shook and +swayed and gyrated. + +With blinding flash upon flash the sapphire incandescences struck forth +at their feet. A score of flaming columned shapes leaped up and curved +in meteor flight over the tumultuous curtain. Streaming with violet +fires they shot back to the valley of the City. + +“Hai!” shouted Norhala as they flew. “Hai!” + +Up darted her arms; the starry galaxies of her eyes danced madly, shot +forth visible rays. The mighty curtain of the Metal Things pulsed and +throbbed; its units interweaving--block and globe and pyramid of which +it was woven, each seeming to strain at leash. + +“Come!” cried Norhala--and led the way through the portal. + +Close behind her we pressed. I stumbled, nearly fell, over a +brown-faced, leather-cuirassed body that lay half over, legs barring the +threshold. + +Contemptuously Norhala stepped over it. We were within that chamber of +the pool. About it lay a fair dozen of the armored men. Ruth's defense, +I thought with a grim delight, had been most excellent--those who had +taken her and Ventnor had not done so without paying full toll. + +A violet flashing drew my eyes away. Close to the pool wherein we had +first seen the white miracle of Norhala's body, two immense, purple +fired stars blazed. Between them, like a suppliant cast from black iron, +was Yuruk. + +Poised upon their nether tips the stars guarded him. Head touching his +knees, eyes hidden within his folded arms, the black eunuch crouched. + +“Yuruk!” + +There was an unearthly mercilessness in Norhala's voice. + +The eunuch raised his head; slowly, fearfully. + +“Goddess!” he whispered. “Goddess! Mercy!” + +“I saved him,” she turned to us, “for you to slay. He it was who brought +those who took the maid who was mine and the helpless one she loved. +Slay him.” + +Drake understood--his hand twitched down to his pistol, drew it. He +leveled the gun at the black eunuch. Yuruk saw it--shrieked and cowered. +Norhala laughed--sweetly, ruthlessly. + +“He dies before the stroke falls,” she said. “He dies doubly +therefore--and that is well.” + +Drake slowly lowered the automatic; turned to me. + +“I can't,” he said. “I can't--do it--” + +“Masters!” Upon his knees the eunuch writhed toward us. “Masters--I +meant no wrong. What I did was for love of the Goddess. Years upon years +I have served her. And her mother before her. + +“I thought if the maid and the blasted one were gone, that you would +follow. Then I would be alone with the Goddess once more. Cherkis will +not slay them--and Cherkis will welcome you and give the maid and the +blasted one back to you for the arts that you can teach him. + +“Mercy, Masters, I meant no harm--bid the Goddess be merciful!” + + +The ebon pools of eyes were clarified of their ancient shadows by his +terror; age was wiped from them by fear, even as it was wiped from his +face. The wrinkles were gone. Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk +prayed to us. + +“Why do you wait?” she asked us. “Time presses, and even now we should +be on the way. When so many are so soon to die, why tarry over one? Slay +him!” + +“Norhala,” I answered, “we cannot slay him so. When we kill, we kill in +fair fight--hand to hand. The maid we both love has gone, taken with her +brother. It will not bring her back if we kill him through whom she was +taken. We would punish him--yes, but slay him we cannot. And we would be +after the maid and her brother quickly.” + +A moment she looked at us, perplexity shading the high and steady anger. + +“As you will,” she said at last; then added, half sarcastically, +“Perhaps it is because I who am now awake have slept so long that I +cannot understand you. But Yuruk has disobeyed ME. That of MINE which +I committed to his care he has given to the enemies of me and those who +were mine. It matters nothing to me what YOU would do. Matters to me +only what I will to do.” + +She pointed to the dead. + +“Yuruk”--the golden voice was cold--“gather up these carrion and pile +them together.” + +The eunuch arose, stole out fearfully from between the two stars. He +slithered to body after body, dragging them one after the other to the +center of the chamber, lifting them and forming of them a heap. One +there was who was not dead. His eyes opened as the eunuch seized him, +the blackened mouth opened. + +“Water!” he begged. “Give me drink. I burn!” + +I felt a thrill of pity; lifted my canteen and walked toward him. + +“You of the beard,” the merciless chime rang out, “he shall have no +water. But drink he shall have, and soon--drink of fire!” + +The soldier's fevered eyes rolled toward her, saw and read aright the +ruthlessness in the beautiful face. + +“Sorceress!” he groaned. “Cursed spawn of Ahriman!” He spat at her. + +The black talons of Yuruk stretched around his throat + +“Son of unclean dogs!” he whined. “You dare blaspheme the Goddess!” + +He snapped the soldier's neck as though it had been a rotten twig. + +At the callous cruelty I stood for an instant petrified; I heard Drake +swear wildly, saw his pistol flash up. + +Norhala struck down his arm. + +“Your chance has passed,” she said, “and not for THAT shall you slay +him.” + +And now Yuruk had cast that body upon the others; the pile was complete. + +“Mount!” commanded Norhala, and pointed. He cast himself at her feet, +writhing, moaning, imploring. She looked at one of the great Shapes; +something of command passed from her, something it understood plainly. + +The star slipped forward--there was an almost imperceptible movement of +its side points. The twitching form of the black seemed to leap up from +the floor, to throw itself like a bag upon the mound of the dead. + +Norhala threw up her hands. Out of the violet ovals beneath the upper +tips of the Things spurted streams of blue flame. They fell upon Yuruk +and splashed over him upon the heap of the slain. In the mound was a +dreadful movement, a contortion; the bodies stiffened, seemed to try to +rise, to push away--dead nerves and muscles responding to the blasting +energy passing through them. + +Out from the stars rained bolt upon bolt. In the chamber was the sound +of thunder, crackling like broken glass. The bodies flamed, crumbled. +There was a little smoke--nauseous, feebly protesting, beaten out by the +consuming fires almost before it could rise. + +Where had been the heap of slain capped by the black eunuch there was +but a little whirling cloud of sad gray dust. Caught by a passing +draft, it eddied, slipped over the floor, vanished through the doorway. +Motionless stood the blasting stars, contemplating us. Motionless +stood Norhala, her wrath no whit abated by the ghastly sacrifice. And +paralyzed by what we had beheld, motionless stood we. + +“Listen,” she said. “You two who love the maid. What you have seen is +nothing to that which you SHALL see--a wisp of mist to the storm cloud.” + +“Norhala”--I found speech--“can you tell us when it was that the maid +was captured?” + +Perhaps there was still time to overtake the abductors before Ruth was +thrust into the worse peril waiting where she was being carried. Crossed +this thought another--puzzling, baffling. The cliffs Yuruk had pointed +out to me as those through which the hidden way passed were, I had +estimated then, at least twenty miles away. And how long was the pass, +the tunnel, through them? And then how far this place of the armored +men? It had been past dawn when Drake had frightened the black eunuch +with his pistol. It was not yet dawn now. How could Yuruk have made his +way to the Persians so swiftly--how could they so swiftly have returned? + +Amazingly she answered the spoken question and the unspoken. + +“They came long before dusk,” she said. “By the night before Yuruk had +won to Ruszark, the city of Cherkis; and long before dawn they were on +their way hither. This the black dog I slew told me.” + +“But Yuruk was with us here at dawn yesterday,” I gasped. + +“A night has passed since then,” she said, “and another night is almost +gone.” + +Stunned, I considered this. If this were true--and not for an instant +did I doubt her--then not for a few hours had we lain there at the foot +of the living wall in the Hall of the Cones--but for the balance of that +day and that night, and another day and part of still another night. + +“What does she say?” Drake stared anxiously into my whitened face. I +told him. + +“Yes.” Norhala spoke again. “The dusk before the last dusk that has +passed I returned to my house. The maid was there and sorrowing. She +told me you had gone into the valley, prayed me to help you and to bring +you back. I comforted her, and something of--the peace--I gave her; but +not all, for she fought against it. A little we played together, and I +left her sleeping. I sought you and found you also sleeping. I knew no +harm would come to you, and I went my ways--and forgot you. Then I came +here again--and found Yuruk and these the maid had slain.” + +The great eyes flashed. + +“Now do I honor the maid for the battle that she did,” she said, “though +how she slew so many strong men I do not know. My heart goes out to her. +And therefore when I bring her back she shall no more be plaything to +Norhala, but sister. And with you it shall be as she wills. And woe to +those who have taken her!” + +She paused, listening. From without came a rising storm of thin +wailings, insistent and eager. + +“But I have an older vengeance than this to take,” the golden voice +tolled somberly. “Long have I forgotten--and shame I feel that I +had forgot. So long have I forgotten all hatreds, all lusts, all +cruelty--among--these--” She thrust a hand forth toward the hidden +valley. “Forgot--dwelling in the great harmonies. Save for you and what +has befallen I would never have stirred from them, I think. But now +awakened, I take that vengeance. After it is done”--she paused--“after +it is over I shall go back again. For this awakening has in it nothing +of the ordered joy I love--it is a fierce and slaying fire. I shall go +back--” + +The shadow of her far dreaming flitted over, softened the angry +brilliancy of her eyes. + +“Listen, you two!” The shadow of dream fled. “Those that I am about to +slay are evil--evil are they all, men and women. Long have they been +so--yea, for cycles of suns. And their children grow like them--or +if they be gentle and with love for peace they are slain or die of +heartbreak. All this my mother told me long ago. So no more children +shall be born from them either to suffer or to grow evil.” + +Again she paused, nor did we interrupt her musing. + +“My father ruled Ruszark,” she said at last. “Rustum he was named, of +the seed of Rustum the Hero even as was my mother. They were gentle and +good, and it was their ancestors who built Ruszark when, fleeing from +the might of Iskander, they were sealed in the hidden valley by the +falling mountain. + +“Then there sprang from one of the families of the nobles--Cherkis. +Evil, evil was he, and as he grew he lusted for rule. On a night of +terror he fell upon those who loved my father and slew; and barely had +my father time to fly from the city with my mother, still but a bride, +and a handful of those loyal to him. + +“They found by chance the way to this place, hiding in the cleft which +is its portal. They came, and they were taken by--Those who are now my +people. Then my mother, who was very beautiful, was lifted before him +who rules here and she found favor in his sight and he had built for her +this house, which now is mine. + +“And in time I was born--but not in this house. Nay--in a secret place +of light where, too, are born my people.” + +She was silent. I shot a glance at Drake. The secret place of light--was +it not that vast vault of mystery, of dancing orbs and flames transmuted +into music into which we had peered and for which sacrilege, I had +thought, had been thrust from the City? And did in this lie the +explanation of her strangeness? Had she there sucked in with her +mother's milk the enigmatic life of the Metal Hordes, been transformed +into half human changeling, become true kin to them? What else could +explain-- + + +“My mother showed me Ruszark,” her voice, taking up once more her tale, +checked my thoughts. “Once when I was little she and my father bore me +through the forest and through the hidden way. I looked upon Ruszark--a +great city it is and populous, and a caldron of cruelty and of evil. + +“Not like me were my father and mother. They longed for their kind and +sought ever for means to regain their place among them. There came a +time when my father, driven by his longing, ventured forth to Ruszark, +seeking friends to help him regain that place--for these who obey me +obeyed not him as they obey me; nor would he have marched them--as I +shall--upon Ruszark if they had obeyed him. + +“Cherkis caught him. And Cherkis waited, knowing well that my mother +would follow. For Cherkis knew not where to seek her, nor where they +had lain hid, for between his city and here the mountains are great, +unscalable, and the way through them is cunningly hidden; by chance +alone did my mother's mother and those who fled with her discover it: +And though they tortured him, my father would not tell. And after a +while forthwith those who still remained of hers stole out with my +mother to find him. They left me here with Yuruk. And Cherkis caught my +mother.” + +The proud breasts heaved, the eyes shot forth visible flames. + +“My father was flayed alive and crucified,” she said. “His skin they +nailed to the City's gates. And when Cherkis had had his will with my +mother he threw her to his soldiers for their sport. + +“All of those who went with them he tortured and slew--and he and his +laughed at their torment. But one there was who escaped and told me--me +who was little more than a budding maid. He called on me to bring +vengeance--and he died. A year passed--and I am not like my mother and +my father--and I forgot--dwelling here in the great tranquillities, +barred from and having no thought for men and their way. + +“AIE, AIE!” she cried; “woe to me that I could forget! But now I shall +take my vengeance--I, Norhala, will stamp them flat--Cherkis and his +city of Ruszark and everything it holds! I, Norhala, and my servants +shall stamp them into the rock of their valley so that none shall know +that they have been! And would that I could meet their gods with all +their powers that I might break them, too, and stamp them into the rock +under the feet of my servants!” + +She threw out white arms. + +Why had Yuruk lied to me? I wondered as I watched her. The Disk had not +slain her mother. Of course! He had lied to play upon our terrors; had +lied to frighten us away. + +The wailings were rising in a sustained crescendo. One of the slaying +stars slipped over the chamber floor, folded its points and glided out +the door. + +“Come!” commanded Norhala, and led the way. The second star closed, +followed us. We stepped over the threshold. + +For one astounded, breathless moment we paused. In front of us reared a +monster--a colossal, headless Sphinx. Like forelegs and paws, a ridge of +pointed cubes, and globes thrust against each side of the canyon walls. +Between them for two hundred feet on high stretched the breast. + +And this was a shifting, weaving mass of the Metal Things; they formed +into gigantic cuirasses, giant bucklers, corselets of living mail. From +them as they moved--nay, from all the monster--came the wailings. Like a +headless Sphinx it crouched--and as we stood it surged forward as though +it sprang a step to greet us. + +“HAI!” shouted Norhala, battle buglings ringing through the golden +voice. “HAI! my companies!” + +Out from the summit of the breast shot a tremendous trunk of cubes and +spinning globes. And like a trunk it nuzzled us, caught us up, swept +us to the crest. An instant I tottered dizzily; was held; stood beside +Norhala upon a little, level twinkling eyed platform; upon her other +side swayed Drake. + +Now through the monster I felt a throbbing, an eager and impatient +pulse. I turned my head. Still like some huge and grotesque beast +the back of the clustered Things ran for half a mile at least behind, +tapering to a dragon tail that coiled and twisted another full mile +toward the Pit. And from this back uprose and fell immense spiked and +fan-shaped ruffs, thickets of spikes, whipping knouts of bristling +tentacles, fanged crests. They thrust and waved, whipped and fell +constantly; and constantly the great tail lashed and snapped, fantastic, +long and living. + +“HAI!” shouted Norhala once more. From her lifted throat came again the +golden chanting--but now a relentless, ruthless song of slaughter. + +Up reared the monstrous bulk. Into it ran the dragon tail. Into it +poured the fanged and bristling back. + +Up, up we were thrust--three hundred feet, four hundred, five hundred. +Over the blue globe of Norhala's house bent a gigantic leg. Spiderlike +out from each side of the monster thrust half a score of others. + +Overhead the dawn began to break. Through it with ever increasing speed +we moved, straight to the line of the cliffs behind which lay the city +of the armored men--and Ruth and Ventnor. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIV. RUSZARK + +Smoothly moved the colossal shape; on it we rode as easily as though +cradled. It did not glide--it strode. + +The columned legs raised themselves, bending from a thousand joints. The +pedestals of the feet, huge and massive as foundations for sixteen-inch +guns, fell with machinelike precision, stamping gigantically. + +Under their tread the trees of the forest snapped, were crushed like +reeds beneath the pads of a mastodon. From far below came the sound of +their crashing. The thick forest checked the progress of the Shape less +than tall grass would that of a man. + +Behind us our trail was marked by deep, black pits in the forest's +green, clean cut and great as the Mark upon the poppied valley. They +were the footprints of the Thing that carried us. + +The wind streamed and whistled. A flock of the willow warblers arose, +sworled about us with manifold beating of little frightened wings. +Norhala's face softened, her eyes smiled. + +“Go--foolish little ones,” she cried, and waved her arms. They flew +away, scolding. + +A lammergeier swooped down on wide funereal wings; it peered at us; +darted away toward the cliffs. + +“There will be no carrion there for you, black eater of the dead, when I +am through,” I heard Norhala whisper, eyes again somber. + +Steadily grew the dawn light; from Norhala's lips came again the +chanting. And now that paean, the reckless pulse of the monster we rode, +began to creep through my own veins. Into Drake's too, I knew, for his +head was held high and his eyes were clear and bright as hers who sang. + +The jubilant pulse streamed through the hands that held us, throbbed +through us. The pulse of the Thing--sang! + +Closer and closer grew the cliffs. Down and crashing down fell the +trees, the noise of their fall accompanying the battle chant of the +Valkyr beside me like wild harp chords of storm-lashed surf. Up to the +precipices the forest rolled, unbroken. Now the cliffs loomed overhead. +The dawn had passed. It was full day. + +Cutting up through the towering granite scarps was a rift. In it the +black shadows clustered thickly. Straight toward that cleft we sped. +As we drew near, the crest of the Shape began swiftly to lower. Down we +sank and down--a hundred feet, two hundred; now we were two score yards +above the tree tops. + +Out shot a neck, a tremendous serpent body. Crested it was with +pyramids; crested with them, too, was its immense head. Thickly the head +bristled with them, poised motionless upon spinning globes as huge as +they. For hundreds of feet that incredible neck stretched ahead of us +and for twice as far behind a monstrous, lizard-shaped body writhed. + +We rode now upon a serpent, a glittering blue metal dragon, spiked +and knobbed and scaled. It was the weird steed of Norhala flattening, +thrusting out to pierce the rift. + +And still as when it had reared on high beat through it the wild, +triumphant, questing pulse. Still rang out Norhala's chanting. + +The trees parted and fell upon each side of us as though we were some +monster of the sea and they the waves we cleft. + +The rift enclosed us. Lower we dropped; were not more than fifty feet +above its floor. The Thing upon which we rode was a torrent roaring +through it. + +A deeper blackness enclosed us--a tunneling. + +Through that we flowed. Out of it we darted into a widening filled with +wan light drifting down through a pinnacle fanged mouth miles on high. +Again the cleft shrunk. A thousand feet ahead was a crack, a narrowing +of the cleft so small that hardly could a man pass through it. + +Abruptly the metal dragon halted. + +Norhala's chanting changed; became again the arrogant clarioning. And +close below us the huge neck split. It came to me then that it was as +though Norhala were the overspirit of this chimera--as though it caught +and understood and obeyed each quick thought of hers. + +As though, indeed, she was a PART of it--as IT was in reality a part +of that infinitely greater Thing, crouching there in its lair of the +Pit--the Metal Monster that had lent this living part of itself to her +for a steed, a champion. Little time had I to consider such matters. + +Up thrust the Shape before us. Into it raced and spun Things angled, +Things curved and Things squared. It gathered itself into a Titanic +pillar out of which, instantly, thrust scores of arms. + +Over them great globes raced; after these flew other scores of huge +pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, the mass of them twenty +and thirty. The manifold arms grew rigid. Quiet for a moment, a Titanic +metal Briareous, it stood. + +Then at the tips of the arms the globes began to spin--faster, faster. +Upon them I saw the hosts of the pyramids open--as one into a host of +stars. The cleft leaped out in a flood of violet light. + +Now for another instant the stars which had been motionless, poised upon +the whirling spheres, joined in their mad spinning. Cyclopean pin wheels +they turned; again as one they ceased. More brilliant now was their +light, dazzling; as though in their whirling they had gathered greater +force. + +Under me I felt the split Thing quiver with eagerness. + +From the stars came a hurricane of lightning! A cataract of electric +flame poured into the crack, splashed and guttered down the granite +walls. We were blinded by it; were deafened with thunders. + +The face of the precipice smoked and split; was whirled away in clouds +of dust. + +The crack widened--widened as a gulley in a sand bank does when a +swift stream rushes through it. Lightnings these were--and more than +lightnings; lightnings keyed up to an invincible annihilating weapon +that could rend and split and crumble to atoms the living granite. + + +Steadily the cleft expanded. As its walls melted away the Blasting Thing +advanced, spurting into it the flaming torrents. Behind it we crept. +The dust of the shattered rocks swirled up toward us like angry +ghosts--before they reached us they were blown away as though by strong +winds streaming from beneath us. + +On we went, blinded, deafened. Interminably, it seemed, poured forth the +hurricane of blue fire; interminably the thunder bellowed. + +There came a louder clamor--volcanic, chaotic, dulling the thunders. +The sides of the cleft quivered, bent outward. They split; crashed down. +Bright daylight poured in upon us, a flood of light toward which the +billows of dust rushed as though seeking escape; out it poured like the +smoke of ten thousand cannon. + +And the Blasting Thing shook--as though with laughter! + +The stars closed. Back into the Shape ran globe and pyramid. It slid +toward us--joined the body from which it had broken away. Through +all the mass ran a wave of jubilation, a pulse of mirth--a colossal, +metallic--SILENT--roar of laughter. + +We glided forward--out of the cleft. I felt a shifting movement. + +Up and up we were thrust. Dazed I looked behind me. In the face of a +sky climbing wall of rock, smoked a wide chasm. Out of it the billowing +clouds of dust still streamed, pursuing, threatening us. The whole +granite barrier seemed to quiver with agony. Higher we rose and higher. + +“Look,” whispered Drake, and whirled me around. + +Less than five miles away was Ruszark, the City of Cherkis. And it was +like some ancient city come into life out of long dead centuries. A +page restored from once conquering Persia's crumbled book. A city of the +Chosroes transported by Jinns into our own time. + +Built around and upon a low mount, it stood within a valley but little +larger than the Pit. The plain was level, as though once it had been +the floor of some primeval lake; the hill of the City was its only +elevation. + +Beyond, I caught the glinting of a narrow stream, meandering. The valley +was ringed with precipitous cliffs falling sheer to its floor. + +Slowly we advanced. + +The city was almost square, guarded by double walls of hewn stone. The +first raised itself a hundred feet on high, turreted and parapeted and +pierced with gates. Perhaps a quarter of a mile behind it the second +fortification thrust up. + +The city itself I estimated covered about ten square miles. It ran +upward in broad terraces. It was very fair, decked with blossoming +gardens and green groves. Among the clustering granite houses, red and +yellow roofed, thrust skyward tall spires and towers. Upon the mount's +top was a broad, flat plaza on which were great buildings, marble white +and golden roofed; temples I thought, or palaces, or both. + +Running to the city out of the grain fields and steads that surrounded +it, were scores of little figures, rat-like. Here and there among them +I glimpsed horsemen, arms and armor glittering. All were racing to the +gates and the shelter of the battlements. + +Nearer we drew. From the walls came now a faint sound of gongs, of +drums, of shrill, flutelike pipings. Upon them I could see hosts +gathering; hosts of swarming little figures whose bodies glistened, from +above whom came gleamings--the light striking upon their helms, their +spear and javelin tips. + +“Ruszark!” breathed Norhala, eyes wide, red lips cruelly smiling. “Lo--I +am before your gates. Lo--I am here--and was there ever joy like this!” + +The constellations in her eyes blazed. Beautiful, beautiful was +Norhala--as Isis punishing Typhon for the murder of Osiris; as avenging +Diana; shining from her something of the spirit of all wrathful +Goddesses. + +The flaming hair whirled and snapped. From all her sweet body came +white-hot furious force, a withering perfume of destruction. She pressed +against me, and I trembled at the contact. + + +Lawless, wild imaginings ran through me. Life, human life, dwindled. The +City seemed but a thing of toys. + +On--let us crush it! On--on! + +Again the monster shook beneath us. Faster we moved. Louder grew the +clangor of the drums, the gongs, the pipes. Nearer came the walls; and +ever more crowded with the swarming human ants that manned them. + +We were close upon the heels of the last fleeing stragglers. The Thing +slackened in its stride; waited patiently until they were close to the +gates. Before they could reach them I heard the brazen clanging of their +valves. Those shut out beat frenziedly upon them; dragged themselves +close to the base of the battlements, cowered there or crept along them +seeking some hole in which to hide. + +With a slow lowering of its height the Thing advanced. Now its form was +that of a spindle a full mile in length on whose bulging center we three +stood. + +A hundred feet from the outer wall we halted. We looked down upon it not +more than fifty feet above its broad top. Hundreds of the soldiers were +crouching behind the parapets, companies of archers with great bows +poised, arrows at their cheeks, scores of leather jerkined men with +stands of javelins at their right hands, spearsmen and men with long, +thonged slings. + +Set at intervals were squat, powerful engines of wood and metal beside +which were heaps of huge, rounded boulders. Catapults I knew them to be +and around each swarmed a knot of soldiers, fixing the great stones in +place, drawing back the thick ropes that, loosened, would hurl forth +the projectiles. From each side came other men, dragging more of these +balisters; assembling a battery against the prodigious, gleaming monster +that menaced their city. + +Between outer wall and inner battlements galloped squadrons of mounted +men. Upon this inner wall the soldiers clustered as thickly as on the +outer, preparing as actively for its defense. + +The city seethed. Up from it arose a humming, a buzzing, as of some +immense angry hive. + +Involuntarily I visualized the spectacle we must present to those +who looked upon us--this huge incredible Shape of metal alive with +quicksilver shifting. This--as it must have seemed to them--hellish +mechanism of war captained by a sorceress and two familiars in form of +men. There came to me dreadful visions of such a monster looking +down upon the peace-reared battlements of New York--the panic rush of +thousands away from it. + +There was a blaring of trumpets. Up on the parapet leaped a man clad all +in gleaming red armor. From head to feet the close linked scales covered +him. Within a hood shaped somewhat like the tight-fitting head coverings +of the Crusaders a pallid, cruel face looked out upon us; in the fierce +black eyes was no trace of fear. + +Evil as Norhala had said these people of Ruszark were, wicked and +cruel--they were no cowards, no! + +The red armored man threw up a hand. + +“Who are you?” he shouted. “Who are you three, you three who come +driving down upon Ruszark through the rocks? We have no quarrel with +you?” + +“I seek a man and a maid,” cried Norhala. “A maid and a sick man your +thieves took from me. Bring him forth!” + +“Seek elsewhere for them then,” he answered. “They are not here. Turn +now and seek elsewhere. Go quickly, lest I loose our might upon you and +you go never.” + +Mockingly rang her laughter--and under its lash the black eyes grew +fiercer, the cruelty on the white face darkened. + +“Little man whose words are so big! Fly who thunders! What are you +called, little man?” + +Her raillery bit deep--but its menace passed unheeded in the rage it +called forth. + +“I am Kulun,” shouted the man in scarlet armor. “Kulun, the son of +Cherkis the Mighty, and captain of his hosts. Kulun--who will cast your +skin under my mares in stall for them to trample and thrust your red +flayed body upon a pole in the grain fields to frighten away the crows! +Does that answer you?” + +Her laughter ceased; her eyes dwelt upon him--filled with an infernal +joy. + +“The son of Cherkis!” I heard her murmur. “He has a son--” + +There was a sneer on the cruel face; clearly he thought her awed. Quick +was his disillusionment. + +“Listen, Kulun,” she cried. “I am Norhala--daughter of another Norhala +and of Rustum, whom Cherkis tortured and slew. Now go, you lying spawn +of unclean toads--go and tell your father that I, Norhala, am at his +gates. And bring back with you the maid and the man. Go, I say!” + + + + +CHAPTER XXV. CHERKIS + +There was stark amazement on Kulun's face; and fear now enough. He +dropped from the parapet among his men. There came one loud trumpet +blast. + +Out from the battlements poured a storm of arrows, a cloud of javelins. +The squat catapults leaped forward. From them came a hail of boulders. +Before that onrushing tempest of death I flinched. + +I heard Norhala's golden laughter and before they could reach us arrow +and javelin and boulder were checked as though myriads of hands reached +out from the Thing under us and caught them. Down they dropped. + +Forth from the great spindle shot a gigantic arm, hammer tipped with +cubes. It struck the wall close to where the scarlet armored Kulun had +vanished. + +Under its blow the stones crumbled. With the fragments fell the +soldiers; were buried beneath them. + +A hundred feet in width a breach gaped in the battlements. Out shot the +arm again; hooked its hammer tip over the parapet, tore away a stretch +of the breastwork as though it had been cardboard. Beside the breach an +expanse of the broad flat top lay open like a wide platform. + +The arm withdrew, and out from the whole length of the spindle thrust +other arms, hammer tipped, held high aloft, menacing. + +From all the length of the wall arose panic outcry. Abruptly the storm +of arrows ended; the catapults were still. Again the trumpets sounded; +the crying ceased. Down fell a silence, terrified, stifling. + +Kulun stepped forth again, both hands held high. Gone was his arrogance. + +“A parley,” he shouted. “A parley, Norhala. If we give you the maid and +man, will you go?” + +“Go get them,” she answered. “And take with you this my command to +Cherkis--that HE return with the two!” + +For an instant Kulun hesitated. Up thrust the dreadful arms, poised +themselves to strike. + +“It shall be so,” he shouted. “I carry your command.” + +He leaped back, his red mail flashed toward a turret that held, I +supposed, a stairway. He was lost to sight. In silence we waited. + +On the further side of the city I glimpsed movement. Little troops of +mounted men, pony drawn wains, knots of running figures were fleeing +from the city through the opposite gates. + +Norhala saw them too. With that incomprehensible, instant obedience +to her unspoken thought a mass of the Metal Things separated from us; +whirled up into a dozen of those obelisked forms I had seen march from +the cat eyes of the City of the Pit. + +In but a breath, it seemed, their columns were far off, herding back the +fugitives. + +They did not touch them, did not offer to harm--only, grotesquely, +like dogs heading off and corraling frightened sheep, they circled and +darted. Rushing back came those they herded. + +From the watching terraces and walls arose shrill cries of terror, a +wailing. Far away the obelisks met, pirouetted, melted into one thick +column. Towering, motionless as we, it stood, guarding the further +gates. + +There was a stir upon the wall, a flashing of spears, of drawn blades. +Two litters closed with curtainings, surrounded by triple rows of +swordsmen fully armored, carrying small shields and led by Kulun were +being borne to the torn battlement. + +Their bearers stopped well within the platform and gently lowered their +burdens. The leader of those around the second litter drew aside its +covering, spoke. + +Out stepped Ruth and after her--Ventnor! + +“Martin!” I could not keep back the cry; heard mingled with it Drake's +own cry to Ruth. Ventnor raised his hand in greeting; I thought he +smiled. + +The cubes on which we stood shot forward; stopped within fifty feet of +them. Instantly the guard of swordsmen raised their blades, held them +over the pair as though waiting the signal to strike. + +And now I saw that Ruth was not clad as she had been when we had left +her. She stood in scanty kirtle that came scarcely to her knees, her +shoulders were bare, her curly brown hair unbound and tangled. Her face +was set with wrath hardly less than that which beat from Norhala. On +Ventnor's forehead was a blood red scar, a line that ran from temple to +temple like a brand. + +The curtains of the first litter quivered; behind them someone spoke. +That in which Ruth and Ventnor had ridden was drawn swiftly away. The +knot of swordsmen drew back. + +Into their places sprang and knelt a dozen archers. They ringed in the +two, bows drawn taut, arrows in place and pointing straight to their +hearts. + +Out of the litter rolled a giant of a man. Seven feet he must have been +in height; over the huge shoulders, the barreled chest and the bloated +abdomen hung a purple cloak glittering with gems; through the thick and +grizzled hair passed a flashing circlet of jewels. + +The scarlet armored Kulun beside him, swordsmen guarding them, he walked +to the verge of the torn gap in the wall. He peered down it, glancing +imperturbably at the upraised, hammer-banded arms still threatening; +examined again the breach. Then still with Kulun he strode over to +the very edge of the broken battlement and stood, head thrust a little +forward, studying us in silence. + + +“Cherkis!” whispered Norhala--the whisper was a hymn to Nemesis. I felt +her body quiver from head to foot. + +A wave of hatred, a hot desire to kill, passed through me as I scanned +the face staring at us. It was a great gross mask of evil, of cold +cruelty and callous lusts. Unwinking, icily malignant, black slits of +eyes glared at us between pouches that held them half closed. Heavy +jowls hung pendulous, dragging down the corners of the thick lipped, +brutal mouth into a deep graven, unchanging sneer. + +As he gazed at Norhala a flicker of lust shot like a licking tongue +through his eyes. + +Yet from him pulsed power; sinister, instinct with evil, concentrate +with cruelty--but power indomitable. Such was Cherkis, descendant +perhaps of that Xerxes the Conqueror who three millenniums gone ruled +most of the known world. + +It was Norhala who broke the silence. + +“Tcherak! Greeting--Cherkis!” There was merciless mirth in the buglings +of her voice. “Lo, I did but knock so gently at your gates and you +hastened to welcome me. Greetings--gross swine, spittle of the toads, +fat slug beneath my sandals.” + +He passed the insults by, unmoved--although I heard a murmuring go up +from those near and Kulun's hard eyes blazed. + +“We will bargain, Norhala,” he answered calmly; the voice was deep, +filled with sinister strength. + +“Bargain?” she laughed. “What have you with which to bargain, Cherkis? +Does the rat bargain with the tigress? And you, toad, have nothing.” + +He shook his head. + +“I have these,” he waved a hand toward Ruth and her brother. “Me you may +slay--and mayhap many of mine. But before you can move my archers will +feather their hearts.” + +She considered him, no longer mocking. + +“Two of mine you slew long since, Cherkis,” she said, slowly. “Therefore +it is I am here.” + +“I know,” he nodded heavily. “Yet now that is neither here nor there, +Norhala. It was long since, and I have learned much during the years. +I would have killed you too, Norhala, could I have found you. But now I +would not do as then--quite differently would I do, Norhala; for I have +learned much. I am sorry that those that you loved died as they did. I +am in truth sorry!” + +There was a curious lurking sardonicism in the words, an undertone of +mockery. Was what he really meant that in those years he had learned +to inflict greater agonies, more exquisite tortures? If so, Norhala +apparently did not sense that interpretation. Indeed, she seemed to be +interested, her wrath abating. + +“No,” the hoarse voice rumbled dispassionately. “None of that is +important--now. YOU would have this man and girl. I hold them. They die +if you stir a hand's breadth toward me. If they die, I prevail against +you--for I have cheated you of what you desire. I win, Norhala, even +though you slay me. That is all that is now important.” + +There was doubt upon Norhala's face and I caught a quick gleam of +contemptuous triumph glint through the depths of the evil eyes. + +“Empty will be your victory over me, Norhala,” he said; then waited. + +“What is your bargain?” she spoke hesitatingly; with a sinking of my +heart I heard the doubt tremble in her throat. + +“If you will go without further knocking upon my gates”--there was a +satiric grimness in the phrase--“go when you have been given them, and +pledge yourself never to return--you shall have them. If you will not, +then they die.” + +“But what security, what hostages, do you ask?” Her eyes were troubled. +“I cannot swear by your gods, Cherkis, for they are not my gods--in +truth I, Norhala, have no gods. Why should I not say yes and take the +two, then fall upon you and destroy--as you would do in my place, old +wolf?” + +“Norhala,” he answered, “I ask nothing but your word. Do I not know +those who bore you and the line from which they sprung? Was not always +the word they gave kept till death--unbroken, inviolable? No need +for vows to gods between you and me. Your word is holier than they--O +glorious daughter of kings, princess royal!” + + +The great voice was harshly caressing; not obsequious, but as though +he gave her as an equal her rightful honor. Her face softened; she +considered him from eyes far less hostile. + +A wholesome respect for this gross tyrant's mentality came to me; it +did not temper, it heightened, the hatred I felt for him. But now I +recognized the subtlety of his attack; realized that unerringly he +had taken the only means by which he could have gained a hearing; have +temporized. Could he win her with his guile? + +“Is it not true?” There was a leonine purring in the question. + +“It IS true!” she answered proudly. “Though why YOU should dwell upon +this, Cherkis, whose word is steadfast as the running stream and whose +promises are as lasting as its bubbles--why YOU should dwell on this I +do not know.” + +“I have changed greatly, Princess, in the years since my great +wickedness; I have learned much. He who speaks to you now is not he you +were taught--and taught justly then--to hate.” + +“You may speak truth! Certainly you are not as I have pictured you.” It +was as though she were more than half convinced. “In this at least you +do speak truth--that IF I promise I will go and molest you no more.” + +“Why go at all, Princess?” Quietly he asked the amazing question--then +drew himself to his full height, threw wide his arms. + +“Princess?” the great voice rumbled forth. “Nay--Queen! Why leave us +again--Norhala the Queen? Are we not of your people? Am I not of your +kin? Join your power with ours. What that war engine you ride may be, +how built, I know not. But this I do know--that with our strengths +joined we two can go forth from where I have dwelt so long, go forth +into the forgotten world, eat its cities and rule. + +“You shall teach our people to make these engines, Norhala, and we will +make many of them. Queen Norhala--you shall wed my son Kulun, he who +stands beside me. And while I live you shall rule with me, rule equally. +And when I die you and Kulun shall rule. + +“Thus shall our two royal lines be made one, the old feud wiped out, the +long score be settled. Queen--wherever it is you dwell it comes to +me that you have few men. Queen--you need men, many men and strong to +follow you, men to gather the harvests of your power, men to bring to +you the fruit of your smallest wish--young men and vigorous to amuse +you. + +“Let the past be forgotten--I too have wrongs to forget, O Queen. Come +to us, Great One, with your power and your beauty. Teach us. Lead us. +Return, and throned above your people rule the world!” + +He ceased. Over the battlements, over the city, dropped a vast expectant +silence--as though the city knew its fate was hanging upon the balance. + +“No! No!” It was Ruth crying. “Do not trust him, Norhala! It's a trap! +He shamed me--he tortured--” + +Cherkis half turned; before he swung about I saw a hell shadow darken +his face. Ventnor's hand thrust out, covered Ruth's mouth, choking her +crying. + +“Your son”--Norhala spoke swiftly; and back flashed the cruel face of +Cherkis, devouring her with his eyes. “Your son--and Queenship here--and +Empire of the World.” Her voice was rapt, thrilled. “All this you offer? +Me--Norhala?” + +“This and more!” The huge bulk of his body quivered with eagerness. “If +it be your wish, O Queen, I, Cherkis, will step down from the throne for +you and sit beneath your right hand, eager to do your bidding.” + +A moment she studied him. + +“Norhala,” I whispered, “do not do this thing. He thinks to gain your +secrets.” + +“Let my bridegroom stand forth that I may look upon him,” called +Norhala. + +Visibly Cherkis relaxed, as though a strain had been withdrawn. Between +him and his crimson-clad son flashed a glance; it was as though a +triumphant devil sped from them into each other's eyes. + +I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms. Up from the wall rose a jubilant +shouting, was caught by the inner battlements, passed on to the crowded +terraces. + +“Take Kulun,” it was Drake, pistol drawn and whispering across to me. +“I'll handle Cherkis. And shoot straight.” + + + + +CHAPTER XXVI. THE VENGEANCE OF NORHALA + +Norhala's hand that had gone from my wrist dropped down again; the other +fell upon Drake's. + +Kulun loosed his hood, let it fall about his shoulders. + +He stepped forward, held out his arms to Norhala. + +“A strong man!” she cried approvingly. “Hail--my bridegroom! But +stay--stand back a moment. Stand beside that man for whom I came to +Ruszark. I would see you together!” + +Kulun's face darkened. But Cherkis smiled with evil understanding, +shrugged his shoulders and whispered to him. Sullenly Kulun stepped +back. The ring of the archers lowered their bows; they leaped to their +feet and stood aside to let him pass. + +Quick as a serpent's tongue a pyramid tipped tentacle flicked out +beneath us. It darted through the broken circle of the bowmen. + +It LICKED up Ruth and Ventnor and--Kulun! + +Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and dropped those two +I loved at Norhala's feet. + +It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of Cherkis's son +sprawled along its angled end. + +The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither. + +Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror. + +Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter. + +“Tchai!” she cried. “Tchai! Fat fool there. Tchai--you Cherkis! Toad +whose wits have sickened with your years! + +“Did you think to catch me, Norhala, in your filthy web? Princess! +Queen! Empress of Earth! Ho--old fox I have outplayed and beaten, what +now have you to trade with Norhala?” + +Mouth sagging open, eyes glaring, the tyrant slowly raised his arms--a +suppliant. + +“You would have back the bridegroom you gave me?” she laughed. “Take +him, then.” + +Down swept the metal arm that held Kulun. The arm dropped Cherkis's son +at Cherkis's feet; and as though Kulun had been a grape--it crushed him! + +Before those who had seen could stir from their stupor the tentacle +hovered over Cherkis, glaring down at the horror that had been his son. + +It did not strike him--it drew him up to it as a magnet draws a pin. + +And as the pin swings from the magnet when held suspended by the head, +so swung the great body of Cherkis from the under side of the pyramid +that held him. Hanging so he was carried toward us, came to a stop not +ten feet from us-- + +Weird, weird beyond all telling was that scene--and would I had the +power to make you who read see it as we did. + +The animate, living Shape of metal on which we stood, with its forest of +hammer-handed arms raised menacingly along its mile of spindled length; +the great walls glistening with the armored hosts; the terraces of that +fair and ancient city, their gardens and green groves and clustering +red and yellow-roofed houses and temples and palaces; the swinging gross +body of Cherkis in the clutch of the unseen grip of the tentacle, his +grizzled hair touching the side of the pyramid that held him, his arms +half outstretched, the gemmed cloak flapping like the wings of a jeweled +bat, his white, malignant face in which the evil eyes were burning slits +flaming hell's own blackest hatred; and beyond the city, from which +pulsed almost visibly a vast and hopeless horror, the watching +column--and over all this the palely radiant white sky under whose light +the encircling cliffs were tremendous stony palettes splashed with a +hundred pigments. + +Norhala's laughter had ceased. Somberly she looked upon Cherkis, into +the devil fires of his eyes. + +“Cherkis!” she half whispered. “Now comes the end for you--and for all +that is yours! But until the end's end you shall see.” + +The hanging body was thrust forward; was thrust up; was brought down +upon its feet on the upper plane of the prostrate pyramid tipping the +metal arm that held him. For an instant he struggled to escape; I +think he meant to hurl himself down upon Norhala, to kill her before he +himself was slain. + +If so, after one frenzied effort he realized the futility, for with +a certain dignity he drew himself upright, turned his eyes toward the +city. + +Over that city a dreadful silence hung. It was as though it cowered, hid +its face, was afraid to breathe. + +“The end!” murmured Norhala. + +There was a quick trembling through the Metal Thing. Down swung its +forest of sledges. Beneath the blow down fell the smitten walls, +shattered, crumbling, and with it glittering like shining flies in a +dust storm fell the armored men. + +Through that mile-wide breach and up to the inner barrier I glimpsed +confusion chaotic. And again I say it--they were no cowards, those men +of Cherkis. From the inner battlements flew clouds of arrows, of huge +stones--as uselessly as before. + +Then out from the opened gates poured regiments of horsemen, brandishing +javelins and great maces, and shouting fiercely as they drove down upon +each end of the Metal Shape. Under cover of their attack I saw cloaked +riders spurring their ponies across the plain to shelter of the cliff +walls, to the chance of hiding places within them. Women and men of +the rich, the powerful, flying for safety; after them ran and scattered +through the fields of grain a multitude on foot. + + +The ends of the spindle drew back before the horsemen's charge, +broadening as they went--like the heads of monstrous cobras withdrawing +into their hoods. Abruptly, with a lightning velocity, these broadenings +expanded into immense lunettes, two tremendous curving and crablike +claws. Their tips flung themselves past the racing troops; then like +gigantic pincers began to contract. + +Of no avail now was it for the horsemen to halt dragging their mounts on +their haunches, or to turn to fly. The ends of the lunettes had met, +the pincer tips had closed. The mounted men were trapped within +half-mile-wide circles. And in upon man and horse their living +walls marched. Within those enclosures of the doomed began a frantic +milling--I shut my eyes-- + +There was a dreadful screaming of horses, a shrieking of men. Then +silence. + +Shuddering, I looked. Where the mounted men had been was--nothing. + +Nothing? There were two great circular spaces whose floors were +glistening, wetly red. Fragments of man or horse--there was none. +They had been crushed into--what was it Norhala had promised--had been +stamped into the rock beneath the feet of her--servants. + +Sick, I looked away and stared at a Thing that writhed and undulated +over the plain; a prodigious serpentine Shape of cubes and spheres +linked and studded thick with the spikes of the pyramid. Through the +fields, over the plain its coils flashed. + +Playfully it sped and twisted among the fugitives, crushing them, +tossing them aside broken, gliding over them. Some there were who +hurled themselves upon it in impotent despair, some who knelt before it, +praying. On rolled the metal convolutions, inexorable. + +Within my vision's range there were no more fugitives. Around a corner +of the broken battlements raced the serpent Shape. Where it had writhed +was now no waving grain, no trees, no green thing. There was only smooth +rock upon which here and there red smears glistened wetly. + +Afar there was a crying, in its wake a rumbling. It was the column, it +came to me, at work upon the further battlements. As though the sound +had been a signal the spindle trembled; up we were thrust another +hundred feet or more. Back dropped the host of brandished arms, threaded +themselves into the parent bulk. + +Right and left of us the spindle split into scores of fissures. Between +these fissures the Metal Things that made up each now dissociate and +shapeless mass geysered; block and sphere and tetrahedron spike spun and +swirled. There was an instant of formlessness. + +Then right and left of us stood scores of giant, grotesque warriors. +Their crests were fully fifty feet below our living platform. They +stood upon six immense, columnar stilts. These sextuple legs supported +a hundred feet above their bases a huge and globular body formed of +clusters of the spheres. Out from each of these bodies that were at one +and the same time trunks and heads, sprang half a score of colossal arms +shaped like flails; like spike-studded girders, Titanic battle maces, +Cyclopean sledges. + +From legs and trunks and arms the tiny eyes of the Metal Hordes flashed, +exulting. + +There came from them, from the Thing we rode as well, a chorus of thin +and eager wailings and pulsed through all that battle-line, a jubilant +throbbing. + +Then with a rhythmic, JOCUND stride they leaped upon the city. + +Under the mallets of the smiting arms the inner battlements fell as +under the hammers of a thousand metal Thors. Over their fragments and +the armored men who fell with them strode the Things, grinding stone and +man together as we passed. + +All of the terraced city except the side hidden by the mount lay open to +my gaze. In that brief moment of pause I saw crazed crowds battling +in narrow streets, trampling over mounds of the fallen, surging over +barricades of bodies, clawing and tearing at each other in their flight. + +There was a wide, stepped street of gleaming white stone that climbed +like an immense stairway straight up the slope to that broad plaza at +the top where clustered the great temples and palaces--the Acropolis of +the city. Into it the streets of the terraces flowed, each pouring out +upon it a living torrent, tumultuous with tuliped, sparkling little +waves, the gay coverings and the arms and armor of Ruszark's desperate +thousands seeking safety at the shrines of their gods. + +Here great carven arches arose; there slender, exquisite towers capped +with red gold--there was a street of colossal statues, another over +which dozens of graceful, fretted bridges threw their spans from +feathery billows of flowering trees; there were gardens gay with +blossoms in which fountains sparkled, green groves; thousands upon +thousands of bright multicolored pennants, banners, fluttered. + +A fair, a lovely city was Cherkis's stronghold of Ruszark. + +Its beauty filled the eyes; out from it streamed the fragrance of its +gardens--the voice of its agony was that of the souls in Dis. + +The row of destroying shapes lengthened, each huge warrior of metal +drawing far apart from its mates. They flexed their manifold arms, +shadow boxed--grotesquely, dreadfully. + +Down struck the flails, the sledges. Beneath the blows the buildings +burst like eggshells, their fragments burying the throngs fighting for +escape in the thoroughfares that threaded them. Over their ruins we +moved. + +Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges. And ever under them the +city crumbled. + +There was a spider Shape that crawled up the wide stairway hammering +into the stone those who tried to flee before it. + +Stride by stride the Destroying Things ate up the city. + + +I felt neither wrath nor pity. Through me beat a jubilant roaring +pulse--as though I were a shouting corpuscle of the rushing hurricane, +as though I were one of the hosts of smiting spirits of the bellowing +typhoon. + +Through this stole another thought--vague, unfamiliar, yet seemingly +of truth's own essence. Why, I wondered, had I never recognized this +before? Why had I never known that these green forms called trees were +but ugly, unsymmetrical excrescences? That these high projections of +towers, these buildings were deformities? + +That these four-pronged, moving little shapes that screamed and ran +were--hideous? + +They must be wiped out! All this misshapen, jumbled, inharmonious +ugliness must be wiped out! It must be ground down to smooth unbroken +planes, harmonious curvings, shapeliness--harmonies of arc and line and +angle! + +Something deep within me fought to speak--fought to tell me that this +thought was not human thought, not my thought--that it was the reflected +thought of the Metal Things! + +It told me--and fiercely it struggled to make me realize what it was +that it told. Its insistence was borne upon little despairing, rhythmic +beatings--throbbings that were like the muffled sobbings of the drums of +grief. Louder, closer came the throbbing; clearer with it my perception +of the inhumanness of my thought. + +The drum beat tapped at my humanity, became a dolorous knocking at my +heart. + +It was the sobbing of Cherkis! + +The gross face was shrunken, the cheeks sagging in folds of woe; cruelty +and wickedness were wiped from it; the evil in the eyes had been washed +out by tears. Eyes streaming, bull throat and barrel chest racked by his +sobbing, he watched the passing of his people and his city. + +And relentlessly, coldly, Norhala watched him--as though loath to lose +the faintest shadow of his agony. + +Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount. Packed between us +and the immense white structures that crowned it were thousands of the +people. They fell on their knees before us, prayed to us. They tore at +each other, striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was +themselves. They beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries; they +climbed the pillars; they swarmed over the golden roofs. + +There was a moment of chaos--a chaos of which we were the heart. +Then temple and palace cracked, burst; were shattered; fell. I caught +glimpses of gleaming sculptures, glitterings of gold and of silver, +flashing of gems, shimmering of gorgeous draperies--under them a +weltering of men and women. + +We closed down upon them--over them! + +The dreadful sobbing ceased. I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily +upon a shoulder; the eyes closed. + +The Destroying Things touched. Their flailing arms coiled back, withdrew +into their bodies. They joined, forming for an instant a tremendous +hollow pillar far down in whose center we stood. They parted; shifted +in shape? rolled down the mount over the ruins like a widening +wave--crushing into the stone all over which they passed. + +Afar away I saw the gleaming serpent still at play--still writhing +along, still obliterating the few score scattered fugitives that some +way, somehow, had slipped by the Destroying Things. + +We halted. For one long moment Norhala looked upon the drooping body of +him upon whom she had let fall this mighty vengeance. + +Then the metal arm that held Cherkis whirled. Thrown from it, the +cloaked form flew like a great blue bat. It fell upon the flattened +mound that had once been the proud crown of his city. A blue blot upon +desolation the broken body of Cherkis lay. + +A black speck appeared high in the sky; grew fast--the lammergeier. + +“I have left carrion for you--after all!” cried Norhala. + +With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped beside the blue +heap--thrust in it its beak. + + + + +CHAPTER XXVII. “THE DRUMS OF DESTINY” + +Slowly we descended that mount of desolation; lingeringly, as though the +brooding eyes of Norhala were not yet sated with destruction. Of human +life, of green life, of life of any kind there was none. + +Man and tree, woman and flower, babe and bud, palace, temple and +home--Norhala had stamped flat. She had crushed them within the +rock--even as she had promised. + +The tremendous tragedy had absorbed my every faculty; I had had no time +to think of my companions; I had forgotten them. Now in the painful +surges of awakening realization, of full human understanding of that +inhuman annihilation, I turned to them for strength. Faintly I wondered +again at Ruth's scantiness of garb, her more than half nudity; dwelt +curiously upon the red brand across Ventnor's forehead. + +In his eyes and in Drake's I saw reflected the horror I knew was in +my own. But in the eyes of Ruth was none of this--sternly, coldly +triumphant, indifferent to its piteousness as Norhala herself, she +scanned the waste that less than an hour since had been a place of +living beauty. + +I felt a shock of repulsion. After all, those who had been destroyed +so ruthlessly could not ALL have been wholly evil. Yet mother and +blossoming maid, youth and oldster, all the pageant of humanity within +the great walls were now but lines within the stone. According to their +different lights, it came to me, there had been in Ruszark no greater +number of the wicked than one could find in any great city of our own +civilization. + +From Norhala, of course, I looked for no perception of any of this. But +from Ruth-- + +My reaction grew; the pity long withheld racing through me linked with +a burning anger, a hatred for this woman who had been the directing soul +of that catastrophe. + +My gaze fell again upon the red brand. I saw that it was a deep +indentation as though a thong had been twisted around Ventnor's head +biting the bone. There was dried blood on the edges, a double ring of +swollen white flesh rimming the cincture. It was the mark of--torture! + +“Martin,” I cried. “That ring? What did they do to you?” + +“They waked me with that,” he answered quietly. “I suppose I ought to be +grateful--although their intentions were not exactly--therapeutic--” + +“They tortured him,” Ruth's voice was tense, bitter; she spoke in +Persian--for Norhala's benefit I thought then, not guessing a deeper +reason. “They tortured him. They gave him agony until he--returned. And +they promised him other agonies that would make him pray long for death. + +“And me--me”--she raised little clenched hands--“me they stripped like a +slave. They led me through the city and the people mocked me. They +took me before that swine Norhala has punished--and stripped me +before him--like a slave. Before my eyes they tortured my brother. +Norhala--they were evil, all evil! Norhala--you did well to slay them!” + +She caught the woman's hands, pressed close to her. Norhala gazed at her +from great gray eyes in which the wrath was dying, into which the old +tranquillity, the old serenity was flowing. And when she spoke the +golden voice held more than returning echoes of the far-away, faint +chimings. + +“It is done,” she said. “And it was well done--sister. Now you and I +shall dwell together in peace--sister. Or if there be those in the world +from which you came that you would have slain, then you and I shall go +forth with our companies and stamp them out--even as I did these.” + +My heart stopped beating--for from the depths of Ruth's eyes shining +shadows were rising, wraiths answering Norhala's calling; and, as they +rose, steadily they drew life from the clear radiance summoning--drew +closer to the semblance of that tranquil spirit which her vengeance +had banished but that had now returned to its twin thrones of Norhala's +eyes. + +And at last it was twin sister of Norhala who looked upon her from the +face of Ruth! + +The white arms of the woman encircled her; the glorious head bent over +her; flaming tresses mingled with tender brown curls. + +“Sister!” she whispered. “Little sister! These men you shall have as +long as it pleases you--to do with as you will. Or if it is your wish +they shall go back to their world and I will guard them to its gates. + +“But you and I, little sister, will dwell together--in the +vastnesses--in the peace. Shall it not be so?” + +With no faltering, with no glance toward us three--lover, brother, old +friend--Ruth crept closer to her, rested her head upon the virginal, +royal breasts. + +“It shall be so!” she murmured. “Sister--it shall be so. Norhala--I am +tired. Norhala--I have seen enough of men.” + +An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, trembled over +the woman's wondrous face. Hungrily, defiantly, she pressed the girl to +her; the stars in the lucid heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle and +caressing. + +“Ruth!” cried Drake--and sprang toward them. She paid no heed; and even +as he leaped he was caught, whirled back against us. + +“Wait,” said Ventnor, and caught him by the arm as wrathfully, +blindedly, he strove against the force that held him. “Wait. No +use--now.” + +There was a curious understanding in his voice--a curious sympathy, +too, in the patient, untroubled gaze that dwelt upon his sister and this +weirdly exquisite woman who held her. + +“Wait!” exclaimed Drake. “Wait--hell! The damned witch is stealing her +away from us!” + +Again he threw himself forward; recoiled as though swept back by an +invisible arm; fell against us and was clasped and held by Ventnor. And +as he struggled the Thing we rode halted. Like metal waves back into it +rushed the enigmatic billows that had washed over the fragments of the +city. + +We were lifted; between us and the woman and girl a cleft appeared; it +widened into a rift. It was as though Norhala had decreed it as a symbol +of this her second victory--or had set it between us as a barrier. + + +Wider grew the rift. Save for the bridge of our voices it separated us +from Ruth as though she stood upon another world. + +Higher we rose; the three of us now upon the flat top of a tower upon +whose counterpart fifty feet away and facing the homeward path, Ruth and +Norhala stood with white arms interlaced. + +The serpent shape flashed toward us; it vanished beneath, merging into +the waiting Thing. + +Then slowly the Thing began to move; quietly it glided to the chasm it +had blasted in the cliff wall. The shadow of those walls fell upon us. +As one we looked back; as one we searched out the patch of blue with the +black blot at its breast. + +We found it; then the precipices hid it. Silently we streamed through +the chasm, through the canyon and the tunnel--speaking no word, Drake's +eyes fixed with bitter hatred upon Norhala, Ventnor brooding upon her +always with that enigmatic sympathy. We passed between the walls of the +further cleft; stood for an instant at the brink of the green forest. + +There came to us as though from immeasurable distances, a faint, +sustained thrumming--like the beating of countless muffled drums. The +Thing that carried us trembled--the sound died away. The Thing quieted; +it began its steady, effortless striding through the crowding trees--but +now with none of that speed with which it had come, spurred forward by +Norhala's awakened hate. + +Ventnor stirred; broke the silence. And now I saw how wasted was his +body, how sharpened his face; almost ethereal; purged not only by +suffering but by, it came to me, some strange knowledge. + +“No use, Drake,” he said dreamily. “All this is now on the knees of the +gods. And whether those gods are humanity's or whether they are--Gods of +Metal--I do not know. + +“But this I do know--only one way or another can the balance fall; and +if it be one way, then you and we shall have Ruth back. And if it falls +the other way--then there will be little need for us to care. For man +will be done!” + +“Martin! What do you mean?” + +“It is the crisis,” he answered. “We can do nothing, Goodwin--nothing. +Whatever is to be steps forth now from the womb of Destiny.” + +Again there came that distant rolling--louder, now. Again the Thing +trembled. + +“The drums,” whispered Ventnor. “The drums of destiny. What is it they +are heralding? A new birth of Earth and the passing of man? A new child +to whom shall be given dominion--nay, to whom has been given dominion? +Or is it--taps--for Them?” + +The drumming died as I listened--fearfully. About us was only the +swishing, the sighing of the falling trees beneath the tread of the +Thing. Motionless stood Norhala; and as motionless Ruth. + +“Martin,” I cried once more, a dreadful doubt upon me. “Martin--what do +you mean?” + +“Whence did--They--come?” His voice was clear and calm, the eyes beneath +the red brand clear and quiet, too. “Whence did They come--these Things +that carry us? That strode like destroying angels over Cherkis's +city? Are they spawn of Earth--as we are? Or are they foster +children--changelings from another star? + +“These creatures that when many still are one--that when one still are +many. Whence did They come? What are They?” + +He looked down upon the cubes that held us; their hosts of tiny eyes +shone up at him, enigmatically--as though they heard and understood. + +“I do not forget,” he said. “At least not all do I forget of what I saw +during that time when I seemed an atom outside space--as I told you, +or think I told you, speaking with unthinkable effort through lips that +seemed eternities away from me, the atom, who strove to open them. + +“There were three--visions, revelations--I know not what to call them. +And though each seemed equally real, of two of them, only one, I think, +can be true; and of the third--that may some time be true but surely is +not yet.” + + +Through the air came a louder drum roll--in it something ominous, +something sinister. It swelled to a crescendo; abruptly ceased. And now +I saw Norhala raise her head; listen. + +“I saw a world, a vast world, Goodwin, marching stately through space. +It was no globe--it was a world of many facets, of smooth and polished +planes; a huge blue jewel world, dimly luminous; a crystal world cut +out from Aether. A geometric thought of the Great Cause, of God, if you +will, made material. It was airless, waterless, sunless. + +“I seemed to draw closer to it. And then I saw that over every facet +patterns were traced; gigantic symmetrical designs; mathematical +hieroglyphs. In them I read unthinkable calculations, formulas of +interwoven universes, arithmetical progressions of armies of stars, +pandects of the motions of the suns. In the patterns was an appalling +harmony--as though all the laws from those which guide the atom to those +which direct the cosmos were there resolved into completeness--totalled. + +“The faceted world was like a cosmic abacist, tallying as it marched the +errors of the infinite. + +“The patterned symbols constantly changed form. I drew nearer--the +symbols were alive. They were, in untold numbers--These!” + +He pointed to the Thing that bore us. + +“I was swept back; looked again upon it from afar. And a fantastic +notion came to me--fantasy it was, of course, yet built I know around +a nucleus of strange truth. It was”--his tone was half whimsical, +half apologetic--“it was that this jeweled world was ridden by some +mathematical god, driving it through space, noting occasionally with +amused tolerance the very bad arithmetic of another Deity the reverse +of mathematical--a more or less haphazard Deity, the god, in fact, of us +and the things we call living. + +“It had no mission; it wasn't at all out to do any reforming; it wasn't +in the least concerned in rectifying any of the inaccuracies of the +Other. Only now and then it took note of the deplorable differences +between the worlds it saw and its own impeccably ordered and tidy temple +with its equally tidy servitors. + +“Just an itinerant demiurge of supergeometry riding along through space +on its perfectly summed-up world; master of all celestial mechanics; +its people independent of all that complex chemistry and labor for +equilibrium by which we live; needing neither air nor water, heeding +neither heat nor cold; fed with the magnetism of interstellar space and +stopping now and then to banquet off the energy of some great sun.” + +A thrill of amazement passed through me; fantasy all this might be +but--how, if so, had he gotten that last thought? He had not seen, as +we had, the orgy in the Hall of the Cones, the prodigious feeding of the +Metal Monster upon our sun. + +“That passed,” he went on, unnoticing. “I saw vast caverns filled with +the Things; working, growing, multiplying. In caverns of our Earth--the +fruit of some unguessed womb? I do not know. + +“But in those caverns, under countless orbs of many colored +lights”--again the thrill of amaze shook me--“they grew. It came to me +that they were reaching out toward sunlight and the open. They burst +into it--into yellow, glowing sunlight. Ours? I do not know. And that +picture passed.” + +His voice deepened. + +“There came a third vision. I saw our Earth--I knew, Goodwin, +indisputably, unmistakably that it was our earth. But its rolling +hills were leveled, its mountains were ground and shaped into cold and +polished symbols--geometric, fashioned. + +“The seas were fettered, gleaming like immense jewels in patterned +settings of crystal shores. The very Polar ice was chiseled. On the +ordered plains were traced the hieroglyphs of the faceted world. And on +all Earth, Goodwin, there was no green life, no city, no trace of man. +On this Earth that had been ours were only--These. + +“Visioning!” he said. “Don't think that I accept them in their entirety. +Part truth, part illusion--the groping mind dazzled with light of +unfamiliar truths and making pictures from half light and half shadow to +help it understand. + +“But still--SOME truth in them. How much I do not know. But this I +do know--that last vision was of a cataclysm whose beginnings we face +now--this very instant.” + +The picture flashed behind my own eyes--of the walled city, its +thronging people, its groves and gardens, its science and its art; of +the Destroying Shapes trampling it flat--and then the dreadful, desolate +mount. + +And suddenly I saw that mount as Earth--the city as Earth's cities--its +gardens and groves as Earth's fields and forests--and the vanished +people of Cherkis seemed to expand into all humanity. + +“But Martin,” I stammered, fighting against choking, intolerable terror, +“there was something else. Something of the Keeper of the Cones and of +our striking through the sun to destroy the Things--something of them +being governed by the same laws that govern us and that if they broke +them they must fall. A hope--a PROMISE, that they would NOT conquer.” + +“I remember,” he replied, “but not clearly. There WAS something--a +shadow upon them, a menace. It was a shadow that seemed to be born of +our own world--some threatening spirit of earth hovering over them. + +“I cannot remember; it eludes me. Yet it is because I remember but a +little of it that I say those drums may not be--taps--for us.” + + +As though his words had been a cue, the sounds again burst forth--no +longer muffled nor faint. They roared; they seemed to pelt through air +and drop upon us; they beat about our ears with thunderous tattoo like +covered caverns drummed upon by Titans with trunks of great trees. + +The drumming did not die; it grew louder, more vehement; defiant and +deafening. Within the Thing under us a mighty pulse began to throb, +accelerating rapidly to the rhythm of that clamorous roll. + +I saw Norhala draw herself up, sharply; stand listening and alert. Under +me, the throbbing turned to an uneasy churning, a ferment. + +“Drums?” muttered Drake. “THEY'RE no drums. It's drum fire. It's like a +dozen Marnes, a dozen Verduns. But where could batteries like those come +from?” + +“Drums,” whispered Ventnor. “They ARE drums. The drums of Destiny!” + +Louder the roaring grew. Now it was a tremendous rhythmic cannonading. +The Thing halted. The tower that upheld Ruth and Norhala swayed, bent +over the gap between us, touched the top on which we rode. + +Gently the two were plucked up; swiftly they were set beside us. + +Came a shrill, keen wailing--louder than ever I had heard before. There +was an earthquake trembling; a maelstrom swirling in which we spun; a +swift sinking. + +The Thing split in two. Up before us rose a stupendous, stepped pyramid; +little smaller it was than that which Cheops built to throw its shadows +across holy Nile. Into it streamed, over it clicked, score upon score of +cubes, building it higher and higher. It lurched forward--away from us. + +From Norhala came a single cry--resonant, blaring like a wrathful, +golden trumpet. + +The speeding shape halted, hesitated; it seemed about to return. Crashed +down upon us an abrupt crescendo of the distant drumming; peremptory, +commanding. The shape darted forward; raced away crushing to straw the +trees beneath it in a full quarter-mile-wide swath. + +Great gray eyes wide, filled with incredulous wonder, stunned disbelief, +Norhala for an instant faltered. Then out of her white throat, through +her red lips pelted a tempest of staccato buglings. + +Under them what was left of the Thing leaped, tore on. Norhala's flaming +hair crackled and streamed; about her body of milk and pearl--about +Ruth's creamy skin--a radiant nimbus began to glow. + +In the distance I saw a sapphire spark; knew it for Norhala's home. Not +far from it now was the rushing pyramid--and it came to me that within +that shape was strangely neither globe nor pyramid. Nor except for +the trembling cubes that made the platform on which we stood, did the +shrunken Thing carrying us hold any unit of the Metal Monster except its +spheres and tetrahedrons--at least within its visible bulk. + +The sapphire spark had grown to a glimmering azure marble. Steadily we +gained upon the pyramid. Never for an instant ceased that scourging hail +of notes from Norhala--never for an instant lessened the drumming clamor +that seemed to try to smother them. + +The sapphire marble became a sapphire ball, a great globe. I saw the +Thing we sought to join lift itself into a prodigious pillar; the +pillar's base thrust forth stilts; upon them the Thing stepped over the +blue dome of Norhala's house. + +The blue bubble was close; now it curved below us. Gently we were lifted +down; were set before its portal. I looked up at the bulk that had +carried us. + +I had been right--built it was only of globe and pyramid; an +inconceivably grotesque shape, it hung over us. + +Throughout the towering Shape was awful movement; its units writhed +within it. Then it was lost to sight in the mists through which the +Thing we had pursued had gone. + +In Norhala's face as she watched it go was a dismay, a poignant +uncertainty, that held in it something indescribably pitiful. + +“I am afraid!” I heard her whisper. + +She tightened her grasp upon dreaming Ruth; motioned us to go within. +We passed, silently; behind us she came, followed by three of the great +globes, by a pair of her tetrahedrons. + +Beside a pile of the silken stuffs she halted. The girl's eyes dwelt +upon hers trustingly. + +“I am afraid!” whispered Norhala again. “Afraid--for you!” + +Tenderly she looked down upon her, the galaxies of stars in her eyes +soft and tremulous. + +“I am afraid, little sister,” she whispered for the third time. “Not yet +can you go as I do--among the fires.” She hesitated. “Rest here until I +return. I shall leave these to guard you and obey you.” + +She motioned to the five shapes. They ranged themselves about Ruth. +Norhala kissed her upon both brown eyes. + +“Sleep till I return,” she murmured. + +She swept from the chamber--with never a glance for us three. I heard a +little wailing chorus without, fast dying into silence. + +Spheres and pyramids twinkled at us, guarding the silken pile whereon +Ruth lay asleep--like some enchanted princess. + +Beat down upon the blue globe like hollow metal worlds, beaten and +shrieking. + +The drums of Destiny! + +The drums of Doom! + +Beating taps for the world of men? + + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII. THE FRENZY OF RUTH + +For many minutes we stood silent, in the shadowy chamber, listening, +each absorbed in his own thoughts. The thunderous drumming was +continuous; sometimes it faded into a background for clattering storms +as of thousands of machine guns, thousands of riveters at work at once +upon a thousand metal frameworks; sometimes it was nearly submerged +beneath splitting crashes as of meeting meteors of hollow steel. + +But always the drumming persisted, rhythmic, thunderous. Through it +all Ruth slept, undisturbed, cheek pillowed in one rounded arm, the two +great pyramids erect behind her, watchful; a globe at her feet, a globe +at her head, the third sphere poised between her and us, and, like the +pyramids--watchful. + +What was happening out there--over the edge of the canyon, beyond the +portal of the cliffs, behind the veils, in the Pit of the Metal Monster? +What was the message of the roaring drums? What the rede of their +clamorous runes? + +Ventnor stepped by the sentinel globe, bent over the tranced girl. +Sphere nor pointed pair stirred; only they watched him--like a palpable +thing one felt their watchfulness. He listened to her heart, caught up +a wrist, took note of her pulse of life. He drew a deep breath, stood +upright, nodded reassuringly. + +Abruptly Drake turned, walked out through the open portal, his strain +and a very deep anxiety written plainly in deep lines that ran from +nostrils to firm young mouth. + +“Just went out to look for the pony,” he muttered when he returned. +“It's safe. I was afraid it had been stepped on. It's getting dusk. +There's a big light down the canyon--over in the valley.” + +Ventnor drew back past the globe; rejoined us. + +The blue bower trembled under a gust of sound. Ruth stirred; her brows +knitted; her hands clenched. The sphere that stood before her spun on +its axis, swept up to the globe at her head, glided from it to the globe +at her feet--as though whispering. Ruth moaned--her body bent upright, +swayed rigidly. Her eyes opened; they stared through us as though upon +some dreadful vision; and strangely was it as though she were seeing +with another's eyes, were reflecting another's sufferings. + +The globes at her feet and at her head swirled out, clustering against +the third sphere--three weird shapes in silent consultation. On +Ventnor's face I saw pity--and a vast relief. With shocked amaze I +realized that Ruth's agony--for in agony she clearly was--was calling +forth in him elation. He spoke--and I knew why. + +“Norhala!” he whispered. “She is seeing with Norhala's eyes--feeling +what Norhala feels. It's not going well with--That--out there. If we +dared leave Ruth--could only, see--” + +Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out--a golden bugling that might have +been Norhala's own wrathful trumpet notes. Instantly the two pyramids +flamed open, became two gleaming stars that bathed her in violet +radiance. Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals +glitter--menacingly. + +The girl glared at us--more brilliant grew the glittering ovals as +though their lightnings trembled on their lips. + +“Ruth!” called Ventnor softly. + +A shadow softened the intolerable, hard brilliancy of the brown eyes. In +them something struggled to arise, fighting its way to the surface like +some drowning human thing. + +It sank back--upon her face dropped a cloud of heartbreak, appalling +woe; the despair of a soul that, having withdrawn all faith in its +own kind to rest all faith, as it thought, on angels--sees that faith +betrayed. + +There stared upon us a stripped spirit, naked and hopeless and terrible. + +Despairing, raging, she screamed once more. The central globe swam to +her; it raised her upon its back; glided to the doorway. Upon it she +stood poised like some youthful, anguished Victory--a Victory who faced +and knew she faced destroying defeat; poised upon that enigmatic orb +on bare slender feet, one sweet breast bare, hands upraised, virginally +archaic, nothing about her of the Ruth we knew. + +“Ruth!” cried Drake; despair as great as that upon her face was in his +voice. He sprang before the globe that held her; barred its way. + +For an instant the Thing paused--and in that instant the human soul of +the girl rushed back. + +“No!” she cried. “No!” + +A weird call issued from the white lips--stumbling, uncertain, as though +she who sent it forth herself wondered whence it sprang. Abruptly the +angry stars closed. The three globes spun--doubting, puzzled! Again she +called--now a tremulous, halting cadence. She was lifted; dropped gently +to her feet. + +For an instant the globes and pyramids whirled and danced before +her--then sped away through the portal. + +Ruth swayed, sobbing. Then as though drawn, she ran to the doorway, +fled through it. As one we sprang after her. Rods ahead her white +body flashed, speeding toward the Pit. Like fleet-footed Atalanta she +fled--and far, far behind us was the blue bower, the misty barrier of +the veils close, when Drake with a last desperate burst reached her +side, gripped her. Down the two fell, rolling upon the smooth roadway. +Silently she fought, biting, tearing at Drake, struggling to escape. + +“Quick!” gasped Ventnor, stretching out to me an arm. “Cut off the +sleeve. Quick!” + +Unquestioningly, I drew my knife, ripped the garment at the shoulder. He +snatched the sleeve, knelt at Ruth's head; rapidly he crumpled an end, +thrust it roughly into her mouth; tied it fast, gagging her. + +“Hold her!” he ordered Drake; and with a sob of relief sprang up. The +girl's eyes blazed at him, filled with hate. + +“Cut that other sleeve,” he said; and when I had done so, he knelt +again, pinned Ruth down with a knee at her throat, turned her over and +knotted her hands behind her. She ceased struggling; gently now he drew +up the curly head; swung her upon her back. + +“Hold her feet.” He nodded to Drake, who caught the slender bare ankles +in his hands. + + +She lay there, helpless, being unable to use her hands or feet. + +“Too little Ruth, and too much Norhala,” said Ventnor, looking up at me. +“If she'd only thought to cry out! She could have brought a regiment of +those Things down to blast us. And would--if she HAD thought. You don't +think THAT is Ruth, do you?” + +He pointed to the pallid face glaring at him, the eyes from which cold +fires flamed. + +“No, you don't!” He caught Drake by the shoulder, sent him spinning a +dozen feet away. “Damn it, Drake--don't you understand!” + +For suddenly Ruth's eyes softened; she had turned them on Dick +pitifully, appealingly--and he had loosed her ankles, had leaned forward +as though to draw away the band that covered her lips. + +“Your gun,” whispered Ventnor to me; before I had moved he had snatched +the automatic from my holster; had covered Drake with it. + +“Drake,” he said, “stand where you are. If you take another step toward +this girl I'll shoot you--by God, I will!” + +Drake halted, shocked amazement in his face; I myself felt resentful, +wondering at his outburst. + +“But it's hurting her,” he muttered, Ruth's eyes, soft and pleading, +still dwelt upon him. + +“Hurting her!” exclaimed Ventnor. “Man--she's my sister! I know what I'm +doing. Can't you see? Can't you see how little of Ruth is in that body +there--how little of the girl you love? How or why I don't know--but +that it is so I DO know. Drake--have you forgotten how Norhala beguiled +Cherkis? I want my sister back. I'm helping her to get back. Now let be. +I know what I'm doing. Look at her!” + +We looked. In the face that glared up at Ventnor was nothing of +Ruth--even as he had said. There was the same cold, awesome wrath that +had rested upon Norhala's as she watched Cherkis weep over the eating up +of his city. Swiftly came a change--like the sudden smoothing out of the +rushing waves of a hill-locked, wind-lashed lake. + +The face was again Ruth's face--and Ruth's alone; the eyes were Ruth's +eyes--supplicating, adjuring. + +“Ruth!” Ventnor cried. “While you can hear--am I not right?” + +She nodded vigorously, sternly; she was lost, hidden once more. + +“You see.” He turned to us grimly. + +A shattering shaft of light flashed upon the veils; almost pierced them. +An avalanche of sound passed high above us. Yet now I noted that where +we stood the clamor was lessened, muffled. Of course, it came to me, it +was the veils. + +I wondered why--for whatever the quality of the radiant mists, their +purpose certainly had to do with concentration of the magnetic flux. The +deadening of the noise must be accidental, could have nothing to do with +their actual use; for sound is an air vibration solely. No--it must be a +secondary effect. The Metal Monster was as heedless of clamor as it was +of heat or cold-- + +“We've got to see,” Ventnor broke the chain of thought. “We've got to +get through and see what's happening. Win or lose--we've got to KNOW.” + +“Cut off your sleeve, as I did,” he motioned to Drake. “Tie her ankles. +We'll carry her.” + +Quickly it was done. Ruth's light body swinging between brother and +lover, we moved forward into the mists; we crept cautiously through +their dead silences. + +Passed out and fell back into them from a searing chaos of light, +chaotic tumult. + +From the slackened grip of Ventnor and Drake the body of Ruth dropped +while we three stood blinded, deafened, fighting for recovery. Ruth +twisted, rolled toward the brink; Ventnor threw himself upon her, held +her fast. + + +Dragging her, crawling on our knees, we crept forward; we stopped when +the thinning of the mists permitted us to see through them yet still +interposed a curtaining which, though tenuous, dimmed the intolerable +brilliancy that filled the Pit, muffled its din to a degree we could +bear. + +I peered through them--and nerve and muscle were locked in the grip of +a paralyzing awe. I felt then as one would feel set close to warring +regiments of stars, made witness to the death-throes of a universe, or +swept through space and held above the whirling coils of Andromeda's +nebula to watch its birth agonies of nascent suns. + +These are no figures of speech, no hyperboles--speck as our whole +planet would be in Andromeda's vast loom, pinprick as was the Pit to +the cyclone craters of our own sun, within the cliff-cupped walls of the +valley was a tangible, struggling living force akin to that which +dwells within the nebula and the star; a cosmic spirit transcending all +dimensions and thrusting its confines out into the infinite; a sentient +emanation of the infinite itself. + +Nor was its voice less unearthly. It used the shell of the earth valley +for its trumpetings, its clangors--but as one hears in the murmurings +of the fluted conch the great voice of ocean, its whispering and +its roarings, so here in the clamorous shell of the Pit echoed the +tremendous voices of that illimitable sea which laps the shores of the +countless suns. + +I looked upon a mighty whirlpool miles and miles wide. It whirled with +surges whose racing crests were smiting incandescences; it was threaded +with a spindrift of lightnings; it was trodden by dervish mists of +molten flame thrust through with forests of lances of living light. It +cast a cadent spray high to the heavens. + +Over it the heavens glittered as though they were a shield held by +fearful gods. Through the maelstrom staggered a mountainous bulk; a +gleaming leviathan of pale blue metal caught in the swirling tide of +some incredible volcano; a huge ark of metal breasting a deluge of +flame. + +And the drumming we heard as of hollow beaten metal worlds, the shouting +tempests of cannonading stars, was the breaking of these incandescent +crests, the falling of the lightning spindrift, the rhythmic impact of +the lanced rays upon the glimmering mountain that reeled and trembled as +they struck it. + +The reeling mountain, the struggling leviathan, was--the City! + +It was the mass of the Metal Monster itself, guarded by, stormed by, +its own legions that though separate from it were still as much of it as +were the cells that formed the skin of its walls, its carapace. + +It was the Metal Monster tearing, rending, fighting for, battling +against--itself. + +Mile high as when I had first beheld it was the inexplicable body that +held the great heart of the cones into which had been drawn the magnetic +cataracts from our sun; that held too the smaller hearts of the lesser +cones, the workshops, the birth chamber and manifold other mysteries +unguessed and unseen. By a full fourth had its base been shrunken. + +Ranged in double line along the side turned toward us were hundreds of +dread forms--Shapes that in their intensity bore down upon, oppressed +with a nightmare weight, the consciousness. + +Rectangular, upon their outlines no spike of pyramid, no curve of globe +showing, uncompromisingly ponderous, they upthrust. Upon the tops of the +first rank were enormous masses, sledge shaped--like those metal fists +that had battered down the walls of Cherkis's city but to them as the +human hand is to the paw of the dinosaur. + +Conceive this--conceive these Shapes as animate and flexible; beating +down with the prodigious mallets, smashing from side to side as though +the tremendous pillars that held them were thousand jointed upright +pistons; that as closely as I can present it in images of things we know +is the picture of the Hammering Things. + + +Behind them stood a second row, high as they and as angular. From them +extended scores of girdered arms. These were thickly studded with the +flaming cruciform shapes, the opened cubes gleaming with their angry +flares of reds and smoky yellows. From the tentacles of many swung +immense shields like those which ringed the hall of the great cones. + +And as the sledges beat, ever over their bent heads poured from the +crosses a flood of crimson lightnings. Out of the concave depths of +the shields whipped lashes of blinding flame. With ropes of fire +they knouted the Things the sledges struck, the sullen crimson levins +blasted. + +Now I could see the Shapes that attacked. Grotesque; spined and tusked, +spiked and antlered, wenned and breasted; as chimerically angled, cusped +and cornute as though they were the superangled, supercornute gods of +the cusped and angled gods of the Javanese, they strove against the +sledge-headed and smiting, the multiarmed and blasting square towers. + +High as them, as huge as they, incomparably fantastic, in dozens of +shifting forms they battled. + +More than a mile from the stumbling City stood ranged like sharpshooters +a host of solid, bristling-legged towers. Upon their tops spun gigantic +wheels. Out of the centers of these wheels shot the radiant lances, +hosts of spears of intensest violet light. The radiance they volleyed +was not continuous; it was broken, so that the javelin rays shot out in +rhythmic flights, each flying fast upon the shafts of the others. + +It was their impact that sent forth the thunderous drumming. They struck +and splintered against the walls, dropping from them in great gouts of +molten flame. It was as though before they broke they pierced the wall, +the Monster's side, bled fire. + +With the crashing of broadsides of massed batteries the sledges smashed +down upon the bristling attackers. Under the awful impact globes and +pyramids were shattered into hundreds of fragments, rocket bursts of +blue and azure and violet flame, flames rainbowed and irised. + +The hammer ends split, flew apart, were scattered, were falling showers +of sulphurous yellow and scarlet meteors. But ever other cubes swarmed +out and repaired the broken smiting tips. And always where a tusked and +cornute shape had been battered down, disintegrated, another arose +as huge and as formidable pouring forth upon the squared tower its +lightnings, tearing at it with colossal spiked and hooked claws, beating +it with incredible spiked and globular fists that were like the clenched +hands of some metal Atlas. + +As the striving Shapes swayed and wrestled, gave way or thrust forward, +staggered or fell, the bulk of the Monster stumbled and swayed, advanced +and retreated--an unearthly motion wedded to an amorphous immensity that +flooded the watching consciousness with a deathly nausea. + +Unceasingly the hail of radiant lances poured from the spinning wheels, +falling upon Towered Shapes and City's wall alike. There arose a +prodigious wailing, an unearthly thin screaming. About the bases of the +defenders flashed blinding bursts of incandescence--like those which had +heralded the flight of the Flying Thing dropping before Norhala's house. + +Unlike them they held no dazzling sapphire brilliancies; they were +ochreous, suffused with raging vermilion. Nevertheless they were factors +of that same inexplicable action--for from thousands of gushing lights +leaped thousands of gigantic square pillars; unimaginable projectiles +hurled from the flaming mouths of earth-hidden, titanic mortars. + +They soared high, swerved and swooped upon the lance-throwers. Beneath +their onslaught those chimerae tottered, I saw living projectiles and +living target fuse where they met--melt and weld in jets of lightnings. + +But not all. There were those that tore great gaps in the horned +giants--wounds that instantly were healed with globes and pyramids +seething out from the Cyclopean trunk. Ever the incredible projectiles +flashed and flew as though from some inexhaustible store; ever uprose +that prodigious barrage against the smiting rays. + +Now to check them soared from the ranks of the besiegers clouds of +countless horned dragons, immense cylinders of clustered cubes studded +with the clinging tetrahedrons. They struck the cubed projectiles head +on; aimed themselves to meet them. + +Bristling dragon and hurtling pillar stuck and fused or burst with +intolerable blazing. They fell--cube and sphere and pyramid--some half +opened, some fully, in a rain of disks, of stars, huge flaming crosses; +a storm of unimaginable pyrotechnics. + +Now I became conscious that within the City--within the body of the +Metal Monster--there raged a strife colossal as this without. From it +came a vast volcanic roaring. Up from its top shot tortured flames, +cascades and fountains of frenzied Things that looped and struggled, +writhed over its edge, hurled themselves back; battling chimerae which +against the glittering heavens traced luminous symbols of agony. + +Shrilled a stronger wailing. Up from behind the ray hurling Towers shot +hosts of globes. Thousands of palely azure, metal moons they soared; +warrior moons charging in meteor rush and streaming with fluttering +battle pennons of violet flame. High they flew; they curved over the +mile high back of the Monster; they dropped upon it. + +Arose to meet them immense columns of the cubes; battered against +the spheres; swept them over and down into the depths. Hundreds fell, +broken--but thousands held their place. I saw them twine about the +pillars--writhing columns of interlaced cubes and globes straining +like monstrous serpents while all along their coils the open disks and +crosses smote with the scimitars of their lightnings. + +In the wall of the City appeared a shining crack; from top to bottom it +ran; it widened into a rift from which a flood of radiance gushed. Out +of this rift poured a thousand-foot-high torrent of horned globes. + +Only for an instant they flowed. The rift closed upon them, catching +those still emerging in a colossal vise. It CRUNCHED them. Plain through +the turmoil came a dreadful--bursting roar. + +Down from the closing jaws of the vise dripped a stream of fragments +that flashed and flickered--and died. And now in the wall was no trace +of the breach. + +A hurricane of radiant lances swept it. Under them a mile wide section +of the living scarp split away; dropped like an avalanche. Its fall +revealed great spaces, huge vaults and chambers filled with warring +lightnings--out from them came roaring, bellowing thunders. Swiftly from +each side of the gap a metal curtaining of the cubes joined. Again the +wall was whole. + +I turned my stunned gaze from the City--swept over the valley. +Everywhere, in towers, in writhing coils, in whipping flails, in waves +that smote and crashed, in countless forms and combinations the Metal +Hordes battled. Here were pillars against which metal billows rushed +and were broken; there were metal comets that crashed high above the mad +turmoil. + +From streaming silent veil to veil--north and south, east and west the +Monster slew itself beneath its racing, flaming banners, the tempests of +its lightnings. + +The tortured hulk of the City lurched; it swept toward us. Before it +blotted out from our eyes the Pit I saw that the crystal spans upon the +river of jade were gone; that the wondrous jeweled ribbons of its banks +were broken. + +Closer came the reeling City. + +I fumbled for my lenses, focussed them upon it. Now I saw that where +the radiant lances struck they--killed the blocks blackened under them, +became lustreless; the sparkling of the tiny eyes--went out; the metal +carapaces crumbled. + +Closer to the City--came the Monster; shuddering I lowered the glasses +that it might not seem so near. + +Down dropped the bristling Shapes that wrestled with the squared Towers. +They rose again in a single monstrous wave that rushed to overwhelm +them. Before they could strike the City swept closer; had hidden them +from me. + +Again I raised the glasses. They brought the metal scarp not fifty feet +away--within it the hosts of tiny eyes glittered, no longer mocking nor +malicious, but insane. + +Nearer drew the Monster--nearer. + +A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed to draw itself +together. Then like the roar of a falling world that whole side facing +us slid down to the valley's floor. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIX. THE PASSING OF NORHALA + +Hundreds of feet through must have been the fallen mass--within it who +knows what chambers filled with mysteries? Yes, thousands of feet thick +it must have been, for the debris of it splintered and lashed to the +very edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with the dimming +fragments of the bodies that had formed it. + +We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces. There came another +avalanche roaring--before us opened the crater of the cones. + +Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed about the base +of that one slender, coroneted and star pointing spire, rising serene +and unshaken from a hell of lightnings. But the shields that had rimmed +the crater were gone. + +Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled and held them long to +his eyes. + +He thrust them back to me. “Look!” + +Through the lenses the great hall leaped into full view apparently only +a few yards away. It was a cauldron of chameleon flame. It seethed with +the Hordes battling over the remaining walls and floor. But around the +crystal base of the cones was an open zone into which none broke. + +In that wide ring, girdling the shimmering fantasy like a circled +sanctuary, were but three forms. One was the wondrous Disk of jeweled +fires I have called the Metal Emperor; the second was the sullen fired +cruciform of the Keeper. + +The third was Norhala! + +She stood at the side of that weird master of hers--or was it after all +the servant? Between them and the Keeper's planes gleamed the gigantic +T-shaped tablet of countless rods which controlled the activities of the +cones; that had controlled the shifting of the vanished shields; that +manipulated too, perhaps, the energies of whatever similar but smaller +cornute ganglia were scattered throughout the City and one of which we +had beheld when the Emperor's guards had blasted Ventnor. + +Close was Norhala in the lenses--so close that almost, it seemed, I +could reach out and touch her. The flaming hair streamed and billowed +above her glorious head like a banner of molten floss of coppery gold; +her face was a mask of wrath and despair; her great eyes blazed upon the +Keeper; her exquisite body was bare, stripped of every shred of silken +covering. + +From streaming tresses to white feet an oval of pulsing, golden light +nimbused her. Maiden Isis, virgin Astarte she stood there, held in the +grip of the Disk--like a goddess betrayed and hopeless yet thirsting for +vengeance. + +For all their stillness, their immobility, it came to me that Emperor +and Keeper were at grapple, locked in death grip; the realization was as +definite as though, like Ruth, I thought with Norhala's mind, saw with +her eyes. + +Clearly too it came to me that in this contest between the two was +epitomized all the vast conflict that raged around them; that in it was +fast ripening that fruit of destiny of which Ventnor had spoken, and +that here in the Hall of the Cones would be settled--and soon--the fate +not only of Disk and Cross, but it might be of humanity. + +But with what unknown powers was that duel being fought? They cast no +lightnings, they battled with no visible weapons. Only the great planes +of the inverted cruciform Shape smoked and smoldered with their sullen +flares of ochres and of scarlets; while over all the face of the +Disk its cold and irised fires raced and shone, beating with a rhythm +incredibly rapid; its core of incandescent ruby blazed, its sapphire +ovals were cabochoned pools of living, lucent radiance. + +There was a splitting roar that arose above all the clamor, deafening +us even in the shelter of the silent veils. On each side of the crater +whole masses of the City dropped away. Fleetingly I was aware of scores +of smaller pits in which uprose lesser replicas of the Coned Mount, +lesser reservoirs of the Monster's force. + +Neither the Emperor nor the Keeper moved, both seemingly indifferent to +the catastrophe fast developing around them. + +Now I strained forward to the very thinnest edge of the curtainings. +For between the Disk and Cross began to form fine black mist. It was +transparent. It seemed spun of minute translucent ebon corpuscles. It +hung like a black shroud suspended by unseen hands. It shook and wavered +now toward the Disk, now toward the Cross. + +I sensed a keying up of force within the two; knew that each was +striving to cast like a net that hanging mist upon the other. + +Abruptly the Emperor flashed forth, blindingly. As though caught upon a +blast, the black shroud flew toward the Keeper--enveloped it. And as the +mist covered and clung I saw the sulphurous and crimson flares dim. They +were snuffed out. + +The Keeper fell! + + +Upon Norhala's face flamed a wild triumph, banishing despair. The +outstretched planes of the Cross swept up as though in torment. For an +instant its fires flared and licked through the clinging blackness; it +writhed half upright, threw itself forward, crashed down prostrate upon +the enigmatic tablet which only its tentacles could manipulate. + +From Norhala's face the triumph fled. On its heels rushed stark, +incredulous horror. + +The Mount of Cones shuddered. From it came a single mighty throb of +force--like a prodigious heart-beat. Under that pulse of power the +Emperor staggered, spun--and spinning, swept Norhala from her feet, +swung her close to its flashing rose. + +A second throb pulsed from the cones, and mightier. + +A spasm shook the Disk--a paroxysm. + +Its fires faded; they flared out again, bathing the floating, unearthly +figure of Norhala with their iridescences. + +I saw her body writhe--as though it shared the agony of the Shape that +held her. Her head twisted; the great eyes, pools of uncomprehending, +unbelieving horror, stared into mine. + +With a spasmodic, infinitely dreadful movement the Disk closed-- + +And closed upon her! + +Norhala was gone--was shut within it. Crushed to the pent fires of its +crystal heart. + +I heard a sobbing, agonized choking--knew it was I who sobbed. Against +me I felt Ruth's body strike, bend in convulsive arc, drop inert. + +The slender steeple of the cones drooped sending its faceted coronet +shattering to the floor. The Mount melted. Beneath the flooding radiance +sprawled Keeper and the great inert Globe that was the Goddess woman's +sepulcher. + +The crater filled with the pallid luminescence. Faster and ever faster +it poured down into the Pit. And from all the lesser craters of the +smaller cones swept silent cataracts of the same pale radiance. + +The City began to crumble--the Monster to fall. + +Like pent-up waters rushing through a broken dam the gleaming deluge +swept over the valley; gushing in steady torrents from the breaking +mass. Over the valley fell a vast silence. The lightnings ceased. The +Metal Hordes stood rigid, the shining flood lapping at their bases, +rising swiftly ever higher. + +Now from the sinking City swarmed multitudes of its weird luminaries. + +Out they trooped, swirling from every rent and gap--orbs scarlet and +sapphire, ruby orbs, orbs tuliped and irised--the jocund suns of the +birth chamber and side by side with them hosts of the frozen, pale gilt, +stiff rayed suns. + +Thousands upon thousands they marched forth and poised themselves +solemnly over all the Pit that now was a fast rising lake of yellow +froth of sun flame. + +They swept forth in squadrons, in companies, in regiments, those +mysterious orbs. They floated over all the valley; they separated and +swung motionless above it as though they were mysterious multiple souls +of fire brooding over the dying shell that had held them. + +Beneath, thrusting up from the lambent lake like grotesque towers of +some drowned fantastic metropolis, the great Shapes stood, black against +its glowing. + +What had been the City--that which had been the bulk of the Monster--was +now only a vast and shapeless hill from which streamed the silent +torrents of that released, unknown force which, concentrate and bound, +had been the cones. + +As though it was the Monster's shining life-blood it poured, raising +ever higher in its swift flooding the level radiant lake. + +Lower and lower sank the immense bulk; squattered and spread, ever +lowering--about its helpless, patient crouching something ineffably +piteous, something indescribably, COSMICALLY tragic. + +Abruptly the watching orbs shook under a hail of sparkling atoms +streaming down from the glittering sky; raining upon the lambent lake. +So thick they fell that now the brooding luminaries were dim aureoles +within them. + +From the Pit came a blinding, insupportable brilliancy. From every +rigid tower gleamed out jeweled fires; their clinging units opened into +blazing star and disk and cross. The City was a hill of living gems over +which flowed torrents of pale molten gold. + +The Pit blazed. + + +There followed an appalling tensity; a prodigious gathering of force; +a panic stirring concentration of energy. Thicker fell the clouds of +sparkling atoms--higher rose the yellow flood. + +Ventnor cried out. I could not hear him, but I read his purpose--and +so did Drake. Up on his broad shoulders he swung Ruth as though she had +been a child. Back through the throbbing veils we ran; passed out of +them. + +“Back!” shouted Ventnor. “Back as far as you can!” + +On we raced; we reached the gateway of the cliffs; we dashed on and +on--up the shining roadway toward the blue globe now a scant mile before +us; ran sobbing, panting--ran, we knew, for our lives. + +Out of the Pit came a sound--I cannot describe it! + +An unutterably desolate, dreadful wail of despair, it shuddered past us +like the groaning of a broken-hearted star--anguished and awesome. + +It died. There rushed upon us a sea of that incredible loneliness, that +longing for extinction that had assailed us in the haunted hollow where +first we had seen Norhala. But its billows were resistless, invincible. +Beneath them we fell; were torn by desire for swift death. + +Dimly, through fainting eyes, I saw a dazzling brilliancy fill the sky; +heard with dying ears a chaotic, blasting roar. A wave of air thicker +than water caught us up, hurled us hundreds of yards forward. It dropped +us; in its wake rushed another wave, withering, scorching. + +It raced over us. Scorching though it was, within its heat was +energizing, revivifying force; something that slew the deadly despair +and fed the fading fires of life. + +I staggered to my feet; looked back. The veils were gone. The precipice +walled gateway they had curtained was filled with a Plutonic glare as +though it opened into the incandescent heart of a volcano. + +Ventnor clutched my shoulder, spun me around. He pointed to the sapphire +house, started to run to it. Far ahead I saw Drake, the body of the girl +clasped to his breast. The heat became blasting, insupportable; my lungs +burned. + +Over the sky above the canyon streaked a serpentine chain of lightnings. +A sudden cyclonic gust swept the cleft, whirling us like leaves toward +the Pit. + +I threw myself upon my face, clutching at the smooth rock. A volley of +thunder burst--but not the thunder of the Metal Monster or its Hordes; +no, the bellowing of the levins of our own earth. + +And the wind was cold; it bathed the burning skin; laved the fevered +lungs. + +Again the sky was split by the lightnings. And roaring down from it in +solid sheets came the rain. + +From the Pit arose a hissing as though within it raged Babylonian +Tiamat, Mother of Chaos, serpent dweller in the void; Midgard-snake of +the ancient Norse holding in her coils the world. + +Buffeted by wind, beaten down by rain, clinging to each other like +drowning men, Ventnor and I pushed on to the elfin globe. The light was +dying fast. By it we saw Drake pass within the portal with his burden. +The light became embers; it went out; blackness clasped us. Guided by +the lightnings, we beat our way to the door; passed through it. + +In the electric glare we saw Drake bending over Ruth. In it I saw +a slide draw over the open portal through which shrieked the wind, +streamed the rain. + +As though its crystal panel was moved by unseen, gentle hands, the +portal closed; the tempest shut out. + +We dropped beside Ruth upon a pile of silken stuffs--awed, marveling, +trembling with pity and--thanksgiving. + +For we knew--each of us knew with an absolute definiteness as we +crouched there among the racing, dancing black and silver shadows with +which the lightnings filled the blue globe--that the Metal Monster was +dead. + +Slain by itself! + + + + +CHAPTER XXX. BURNED OUT + +Ruth sighed and stirred. By the glare of the lightnings, now almost +continuous, we saw that her rigidity, and in fact all the puzzling +cataleptic symptoms, had disappeared. Her limbs relaxed, her skin +faintly flushed, she lay in deepest but natural slumber undisturbed by +the incessant cannonading of the thunder under which the walls of the +blue globe shuddered. Ventnor passed through the curtains of the central +hall; he returned with one of Norhala's cloaks; covered the girl with +it. + +An overwhelming sleepiness took possession of me, a weariness ineffable. +Nerve and brain and muscle suddenly relaxed, went slack and numb. +Without a struggle I surrendered to an overpowering stupor and cradled +deep in its heart ceased consciously to be. + + +When my eyes unclosed the chamber of the moonstone walls was filled +with a silvery, crepuscular light. I heard the murmuring and laughing of +running water, the play, I lazily realized, of the fountained pool. + +I lay for whole minutes unthinking, luxuriating in the sense of tension +gone and of security; lay steeped in the aftermath of complete rest. +Memory flooded me. + +Quietly I sat up; Ruth still slept, breathing peacefully beneath the +cloak, one white arm stretched over the shoulder of Drake--as though in +her sleep she had drawn close to him. + +At her feet lay Ventnor, as deep in slumber as they. I arose and +tip-toed over to the closed door. + +Searching, I found its key; a cupped indentation upon which I pressed. + +The crystalline panel slipped back; it was moved, I suppose, by some +mechanism of counterbalances responding to the weight of the hand. +It must have been some vibration of the thunder which had loosed that +mechanism and had closed the panel upon the heels of our entrance--so I +thought--then seeing again in memory that uncanny, deliberate shutting +was not at all convinced that it had been the thunder. + +I looked out. How many hours the sun had been up there was no means of +knowing. + +The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. I stepped out. + +The garden of Norhala was a wreckage of uprooted and splintered trees +and torn masses of what had been blossoming verdure. + +The gateway of the precipices beyond which lay the Pit was hidden in the +webs of the rain. Long I gazed down the canyon--and longingly; striving +to picture what the Pit now held; eager to read the riddles of the +night. + +There came from the valley no sound, no movement, no light. + +I reentered the blue globe and paused on the threshold--staring into +the wide and wondering eyes of Ruth bolt upright in her silken bed +with Norhala's cloak clutched to her chin like a suddenly awakened and +startled child. As she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand. Drake, +wide awake on the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping to his +pistol. + +“Dick!” called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet. + +He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless brown eyes in +which--with leaping heart I realized it--was throned only that spirit +which was Ruth's and Ruth's alone; Ruth's clear unshadowed eyes glad and +shy and soft with love. + +“Dick!” she whispered, and held soft arms out to him. The cloak fell +from her. He swung her up. Their lips met. + +Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor dwelt; they filled +with relief and joy, nor was there lacking in them a certain amusement. + +She drew from Drake's arms, pushed him from her, stood for a moment +shakily, with covered eyes. + +“Ruth,” called Ventnor softly. + +“Oh!” she cried. “Oh, Martin--I forgot--” She ran to him, held him +tight, face hidden in his breast. His hand rested on the clustering +brown curls, tenderly. + +“Martin.” She raised her face to him. “Martin, it's GONE! I'm--ME again! +All ME! What happened? Where's Norhala?” + +I started. Did she not know? Of course, lying bound as she had in the +vanished veils, she could have seen nothing of the stupendous tragedy +enacted beyond them--but had not Ventnor said that possessed by the +inexplicable obsession evoked by the weird woman Ruth had seen with her +eyes, thought with her mind? + +And had there not been evidence that in her body had been echoed the +torments of Norhala's? Had she forgotten? I started to speak--was +checked by Ventnor's swift, warning glance. + +“She's--over in the Pit,” he answered her quietly. “But do you remember +nothing, little sister?” + +“There's something in my mind that's been rubbed out,” she replied. +“I remember the City of Cherkis--and your torture, Martin--and my +torture--” + +Her face whitened; Ventnor's brow contracted anxiously. I knew for what +he watched--but Ruth's shamed face was all human; on it was no shadow +nor trace of that alien soul which so few hours since had threatened us. + +“Yes,” she nodded, “I remember that. And I remember how Norhala +repaid them. I remember that I was glad, fiercely glad, and then I was +tired--so tired. And then--I come to the rubbed-out place,” she ended +perplexedly. + +Deliberately, almost banally had I not realized his purpose, he changed +the subject. He held her from him at arm's length. + +“Ruth!” he exclaimed, half mockingly, half reprovingly. “Don't you think +your morning negligee is just a little scanty even for this Godforsaken +corner of the earth?” + +Lips parted in sheer astonishment, she looked at him. Then her eyes +dropped to her bare feet, her dimpled knees. She clasped her arms across +her breasts; rosy red turned all her fair skin. + +“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!” And hid from Drake and me behind the tall figure +of her brother. + +I walked over to the pile of silken stuffs, took the cloak and tossed it +to her. Ventnor pointed to the saddlebags. + +“You've another outfit there, Ruth,” he said. “We'll take a turn through +the place. Call us when you're ready. We'll get something to eat and go +see what's happening--out there.” + +She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of the hall into the +chamber that had been Norhala's. There we halted, Drake eyeing Martin +with a certain embarrassment. The older man thrust out his hand to him. + +“I knew it, Drake,” he said. “Ruth told me all about it when Cherkis had +us. And I'm very glad. It's time she was having a home of her own and +not running around the lost places with me. I'll miss her--miss her +damnably, of course. But I'm glad, boy--glad!” + +There was a little silence while each looked deep into each other's +hearts. Then Ventnor dropped Dick's hand. + +“And that's all of THAT,” he said. “The problem before us is--how are we +going to get back home?” + +“The--THING--is dead.” I spoke from an absolute conviction that +surprised me, based as it was upon no really tangible, known evidence. + +“I think so,” he said. “No--I KNOW so. Yet even if we can pass over its +body, how can we climb out of its lair? That slide down which we rode +with Norhala is unclimbable. The walls are unscalable. And there is that +chasm--she--spanned for us. How can we cross THAT? The tunnel to the +ruins was sealed. There remains of possible roads the way through the +forest to what was the City of Cherkis. Frankly I am loathe to take it. + +“I am not at all sure that all the armored men were slain--that some few +may not have escaped and be lurking there. It would be short shrift for +us if we fell into their hands now.” + +“And I'm not sure of THAT,” objected Drake. “I think their pep and push +must be pretty thoroughly knocked out--if any do remain. I think if +they saw us coming they'd beat it so fast that they'd smoke with the +friction.” + +“There's something to that,” Ventnor smiled. “Still I'm not keen on +taking the chance. At any rate, the first thing to do is to see what +happened down there in the Pit. Maybe we'll have some other idea after +that.” + +“I know what happened there,” announced Drake, surprisingly. “It was a +short circuit!” + +We gaped at him, mystified. + +“Burned out!” said Drake. “Every damned one of them--burned out. What +were they, after all? A lot of living dynamos. Dynamotors--rather. +And all of a sudden they had too much juice turned on. Bang went their +insulations--whatever they were. + +“Bang went they. Burned out--short circuited. I don't pretend to know +why or how. Nonsense! I do know. The cones were some kind of immensely +concentrated force--electric, magnetic; either or both or more. I myself +believe that they were probably solid--in a way of speaking--coronium. + +“If about twenty of the greatest scientists the world has ever known +are right, coronium is--well, call it curdled energy. The electric +potentiality of Niagara in a pin point of dust of yellow fire. All +right--they or IT lost control. Every pin point swelled out into a +Niagara. And as it did so, it expanded from a controlled dust dot to +an uncontrolled cataract--in other words, its energy was unleashed and +undammed. + +“Very well--what followed? What HAD to follow? Every living battery of +block and globe and spike was supercharged and went--blooey. The valley +must have been some sweet little volcano while that short circuiting +was going on. All right--let's go down and see what it did to your +unclimbable slide and unscalable walls, Ventnor. I'm not sure we won't +be able to get out that way.” + +“Come on; everything's ready,” Ruth was calling; her summoning blocked +any objection we might have raised to Drake's argument. + +It was no dryad, no distressed pagan clad maid we saw as we passed back +into the room of the pool. In knickerbockers and short skirt, prim and +self-possessed, rebellious curls held severely in place by close-fitting +cap and slender feet stoutly shod, Ruth hovered over the steaming kettle +swung above the spirit lamp. + +And she was very silent as we hastily broke fast. Nor when we had +finished did she go to Drake. She clung close to her brother and beside +him as we set forth down the roadway, through the rain, toward the ledge +between the cliffs where the veils had shimmered. + +Hotter and hotter it grew as we advanced; the air steamed like a Turkish +bath. The mists clustered so thickly that at last we groped forward step +by step, holding to each other. + +“No use,” gasped Ventnor. “We couldn't see. We'll have to turn back.” + +“Burned out!” said Dick. “Didn't I tell you? The whole valley was a +volcano. And with that deluge falling in it--why wouldn't there be a +fog? It's why there IS a fog. We'll have to wait until it clears.” + +We trudged back to the blue globe. + +All that day the rain fell. Throughout the few remaining hours of +daylight we wandered over the house of Norhala, examining its most +interesting contents, or sat theorizing, discussing all phases of the +phenomena we had witnessed. + +We told Ruth what had occurred after she had thrown in her lot with +Norhala; and of the enigmatic struggle between the glorious Disk and the +sullenly flaming Thing I have called the Keeper. + +We told her of the entombment of Norhala. + +When she heard that she wept. + +“She was sweet,” she sobbed; “she was lovely. And she was beautiful. +Dearly she loved me. I KNOW she loved me. Oh, I know that we and ours +and that which was hers could not share the world together. But it comes +to me that Earth would have been far less poisonous with those that were +Norhala's than it is with us and ours!” + +Weeping, she passed through the curtainings, going we knew to Norhala's +chamber. + +It was a strange thing indeed that she had said, I thought, watching her +go. That the garden of the world would be far less poisonous blossoming +with those Things of wedded crystal and metal and magnetic fires +than fertile as now with us of flesh and blood and bone. To me came +appreciations of their harmonies, and mingled with those perceptions +were others of humanity--disharmonious, incoordinate, ever struggling, +ever striving to destroy itself-- + +There was a plaintive whinnying at the open door. A long and hairy face, +a pair of patient, inquiring eyes looked in. It was a pony. For a moment +it regarded us--and then trotted trustfully through; ambled up to us; +poked its head against my side. + +It had been ridden by one of the Persians whom Ruth had killed, for +under it, slipped from the girths, a saddle dangled. And its owner must +have been kind to it--we knew that from its lack of fear for us. Driven +by the tempest of the night before, it had been led back by instinct to +the protection of man. + +“Some luck!” breathed Drake. + +He busied himself with the pony, stripping away the hanging saddle, +grooming it. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXI. SLAG! + +That night we slept well. Awakening, we found that the storm had grown +violent again; the wind roaring and the rain falling in such volume +that it was impossible to make our way to the Pit. Twice, as a matter of +fact, we tried; but the smooth roadway was a torrent, and, drenched even +through our oils to the skin, we at last abandoned the attempt. Ruth and +Drake drifted away together among the other chambers of the globe; they +were absorbed in themselves, and we did not thrust ourselves upon them. +All the day the torrents fell. + +We sat down that night to what was well-nigh the last of Ventnor's +stores. Seemingly Ruth had forgotten Norhala; at least, she spoke no +more of her. + +“Martin,” she said, “can't we start back tomorrow? I want to get away. I +want to get back to our own world.” + +“As soon as the storm ceases, Ruth,” he answered, “we start. Little +sister--I too want you to get back quickly.” + +The next morning the storm had gone. We awakened soon after dawn into +clear and brilliant light. We had a silent and hurried breakfast. The +saddlebags were packed and strapped upon the pony. Within them were what +we could carry of souvenirs from Norhala's home--a suit of lacquered +armor, a pair of cloaks and sandals, the jeweled combs. Ruth and Drake +at the side of the pony, Ventnor and I leading, we set forth toward the +Pit. + +“We'll probably have to come back, Walter,” he said. “I don't believe +the place is passable.” + +I pointed--we were then just over the threshold of the elfin globe. +Where the veils had stretched between the perpendicular pillars of the +cliffs was now a wide and ragged-edged opening. + +The roadway which had run so smoothly through the scarps was blocked +by a thousand foot barrier. Over it, beyond it, I could see through the +crystalline clarity of the air the opposing walls. + +“We can climb it,” Ventnor said. We passed on and reached the base +of the barrier. An avalanche had dropped there; the barricade was the +debris of the torn cliffs, their dust, their pebbles, their boulders. We +toiled up; we reached the crest; we looked down upon the valley. + +When first we had seen it we had gazed upon a sea of radiance pierced +with lanced forests, swept with gigantic gonfalons of flame; we had seen +it emptied of its fiery mists--a vast slate covered with the chirography +of a mathematical god; we had seen it filled with the symboling of the +Metal Hordes and dominated by the colossal integrate hieroglyph of the +living City; we had seen it as a radiant lake over which brooded weird +suns; a lake of yellow flame froth upon which a sparkling hail fell, +within which reared islanded towers and a drowning mount running with +cataracts of sun fires; here we had watched a goddess woman, a being +half of earth, half of the unknown immured within a living tomb--a +dying tomb--of flaming mysteries; had seen a cross-shaped metal Satan, a +sullen flaming crystal Judas betray--itself. + +Where we had peered into the unfathomable, had glimpsed the infinite, +had heard and had seen the inexplicable, now was-- + +Slag! + +The amethystine ring from which had been streamed the circling veils was +cracked and blackened; like a seam of coal it had stretched around the +Pit--a crown of mourning. The veils were gone. The floor of the valley +was fissured and blackened; its patterns, its writings burned away. As +far as we could see stretched a sea of slag--coal black, vitrified and +dead. + +Here and there black hillocks sprawled; huge pillars arose, bent and +twisted as though they had been jettings of lava cooled into rigidity +before they could sink back or break. These shapes clustered most +thickly around an immense calcified mound. They were what were left of +the battling Hordes, and the mound was what had been the Metal Monster. + +Somewhere there were the ashes of Norhala, sealed by fire in the urn of +the Metal Emperor! + +From side to side of the Pit, in broken beaches and waves and hummocks, +in blackened, distorted tusks and warped towerings, reaching with +hideous pathos in thousands of forms toward the charred mound, was only +slag. + +From rifts and hollows still filled with water little wreaths of steam +drifted. In those futile wraiths of vapor was all that remained of the +might of the Metal Monster. + +Catastrophe I had expected, tragedy I knew we would find--but I had +looked for nothing so filled with the abomination of desolation, so +frightful as was this. + +“Burned out!” muttered Drake. “Short-circuited and burned out! Like a +dynamo--like an electric light!” + +“Destiny!” said Ventnor. “Destiny! Not yet was the hour struck for man +to relinquish his sovereignty over the world. Destiny!” + +We began to pick our way down the heaped debris and out upon the plain. +For all that day and part of another we searched for an opening out of +the Pit. + +Everywhere was the incredible calcification. The surfaces that had +been the smooth metallic carapaces with the tiny eyes deep within them, +crumbled beneath the lightest blow. Not long would it be until under +wind and rain they dissolved into dust and mud. + +And it grew increasingly obvious that Drake's theory of the destruction +was correct. The Monster had been one prodigious magnet--or, rather, a +prodigious dynamo. By magnetism, by electricity, it had lived and had +been activated. + +Whatever the force of which the cones were built and that I have likened +to energy-made material, it was certainly akin to electromagnetic +energies. + +When, in the cataclysm, that force was diffused there had been created +a magnetic field of incredible intensity; had been concentrated an +electric charge of inconceivable magnitude. + +Discharging, it had blasted the Monster--short-circuited it, and burned +it out. + +But what was it that had led up to the cataclysm? What was it that had +turned the Metal Monster upon itself? What disharmony had crept into +that supernal order to set in motion the machinery of disintegration? + + +We could only conjecture. The cruciform Shape I have named the Keeper +was the agent of destruction--of that there could be no doubt. In the +enigmatic organism which while many still was one and which, retaining +its integrity as a whole could dissociate manifold parts yet still as a +whole maintain an unseen contact and direction over them through miles +of space, the Keeper had its place, its work, its duties. + +So too had that wondrous Disk whose visible and concentrate power, whose +manifest leadership, had made us name it emperor. + +And had not Norhala called the Disk--Ruler? + +What were the responsibilities of these twain to the mass of the +organism of which they were such important units? What were the laws +they administered, the laws they must obey? + +Something certainly of that mysterious law which Maeterlinck has called +the spirit of the Hive--and something infinitely greater, like that +which governs the swarming sun bees of Hercules' clustered orbs. + +Had there evolved within the Keeper of the Cones--guardian and engineer +as it seemed to have been--ambition? + +Had there risen within it a determination to wrest power from the Disk, +to take its place as Ruler? + +How else explain that conflict I had sensed when the Emperor had plucked +Drake and me from the Keeper's grip that night following the orgy of the +feeding? + +How else explain that duel in the shattered Hall of the Cones whose end +had been the signal for the final cataclysm? + +How else explain the alinement of the cubes behind the Keeper against +the globes and pyramids remaining loyal to the will of the Disk? + +We discussed this, Ventnor and I. + +“This world,” he mused, “is a place of struggle. Air and sea and land +and all things that dwell within and on them must battle for life. Earth +not Mars is the planet of war. I have a theory”--he hesitated--“that the +magnetic currents which are the nerve force of this globe of ours were +what fed the Metal Things. + +“Within those currents is the spirit of earth. And always they have been +supercharged with strife, with hatreds, warfare. Were these drawn in by +the Things as they fed? Did it happen that the Keeper became--TUNED--to +them? That it absorbed and responded to them, growing even more +sensitive to these forces--until it reflected humanity?” + +“Who knows, Goodwin--who can tell?” + +Enigma, unless the explanations I have hazarded be accepted, must remain +that monstrous suicide. Enigma, save for inconclusive theories, must +remain the question of the Monster's origin. + +If answers there were, they were lost forever in the slag we trod. + + +It was afternoon of the second day that we found a rift in the blasted +wall of the valley. We decided to try it. We had not dared to take the +road by which Norhala had led us into the City. + +The giant slide was broken and climbable. But even if we could have +passed safely through the tunnel of the abyss there still was left the +chasm over which we could have thrown no bridge. And if we could have +bridged it still at that road's end was the cliff whose shaft Norhala +had sealed with her lightnings. + +So we entered the rift. + +Of our wanderings thereafter I need not write. From the rift we emerged +into a maze of the valleys, and after a month in that wilderness, living +upon what game we could shoot, we found a road that led us into Gyantse. + +In another six weeks we were home in America. + +My story is finished. + +There in the Trans-Himalayan wilderness is the blue globe that was the +weird home of the lightning witch--and looking back I feel now she could +not have been all woman. + +There is the vast pit with its coronet of fantastic peaks; its +symboled, calcined floor and the crumbling body of the inexplicable, +the incredible Thing which, alive, was the shadow of extinction, +annihilation, hovering to hurl itself upon humanity. That shadow is +gone; that pall withdrawn. + +But to me--to each of us four who saw those phenomena--their lesson +remains, ineradicable; giving a new strength and purpose to us, teaching +us a new humility. + +For in that vast crucible of life of which we are so small a part, what +other Shapes may even now be rising to submerge us? + +In that vast reservoir of force that is the mystery-filled infinite +through which we roll, what other shadows may be speeding upon us? + +Who knows? + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Metal Monster, by A. 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Merritt + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Metal Monster + +Author: A. Merritt + +Release Date: October 12, 2009 [EBook #3479] +Last Updated: March 16, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE METAL MONSTER *** + + + + +Produced by Judy Boss, and David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE METAL MONSTER + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By A. Merritt + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_PROL"> PROLOGUE </a><br /> <br /> <br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> VALLEY OF THE BLUE + POPPIES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> THE + SIGIL ON THE ROCKS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> RUTH + VENTNOR <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> METAL + WITH A BRAIN <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> THE + SMITING THING <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> NORHALA + OF THE LIGHTNINGS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> THE + SHAPES IN THE MIST <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. + </a> THE DRUMS OF THUNDER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0009"> + CHAPTER IX. </a> THE PORTAL OF FLAME <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> "WITCH! GIVE BACK MY + SISTER” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> THE + METAL EMPEROR <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> "I + WILL GIVE YOU PEACE” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. + </a> "VOICE FROM THE VOID” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> + CHAPTER XIV. </a> "FREE! BUT A MONSTER!” <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> THE HOUSE OF NORHALA + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> CONSCIOUS + METAL! <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> YURUK + <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> INTO + THE PIT <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> THE + CITY THAT WAS ALIVE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> VAMPIRES + OF THE SUN <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> PHANTASMAGORIA + METALLIQUE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> THE + ENSORCELLED CHAMBER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. + </a> THE TREACHERY OF YURUK <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0024"> + CHAPTER XXIV. </a> RUSZARK <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0025"> + CHAPTER XXV. </a> CHERKIS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0026"> + CHAPTER XXVI. </a> THE VENGEANCE OF NORHALA <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. </a> "THE DRUMS OF + DESTINY” <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. + </a> THE FRENZY OF RUTH <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0029"> + CHAPTER XXIX. </a> THE PASSING OF NORHALA <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. </a> BURNED OUT <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. </a> SLAG! <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PROL" id="link2H_PROL"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + PROLOGUE + </h2> + <p> + Before the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never + seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author. + </p> + <p> + When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic ruins + of the Nan-Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given me by the + International Association of Science for editing and revision to meet the + requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left America. He + had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, to be able to + recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories + of those whom he loved so well and from whom, he felt, he was separated in + all probability forever. + </p> + <p> + I had understood that he had gone to some remote part of Asia to pursue + certain botanical studies, and it was therefore with the liveliest + surprise and interest that I received a summons from the President of the + Association to meet Dr. Goodwin at a designated place and hour. + </p> + <p> + Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had formed a mental image + of their writer. I had read, too, those volumes of botanical research + which have set him high above all other American scientists in this field, + gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely technical observations + and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic descriptions, hints to + amplify my picture of him. It gratified me to find I had drawn a pretty + good one. + </p> + <p> + The man to whom the President of the Association introduced me was sturdy, + well-knit, a little under average height. He had a broad but rather low + forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical wizard + Steinmetz. Under level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel, kindly, + shrewd, a little wistful, lightly humorous; the eyes both of a doer and a + dreamer. + </p> + <p> + Not more than forty I judged him to be. A close-trimmed, pointed beard did + not hide the firm chin and the clean-cut mouth. His hair was thick and + black and oddly sprinkled with white; small streaks and dots of gleaming + silver that shone with a curiously metallic luster. + </p> + <p> + His right arm was closely bound to his breast. His manner as he greeted me + was tinged with shyness. He extended his left hand in greeting, and as I + clasped the fingers I was struck by their peculiar, pronounced, yet + pleasant warmth; a sensation, indeed, curiously electric. + </p> + <p> + The Association's President forced him gently back into his chair. + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Goodwin,” he said, turning to me, “is not entirely recovered as yet + from certain consequences of his adventures. He will explain to you later + what these are. In the meantime, Mr. Merritt, will you read this?” + </p> + <p> + I took the sheets he handed me, and as I read them felt the gaze of Dr. + Goodwin full upon me, searching, weighing, estimating. When I raised my + eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression. The shyness was + gone; they were filled with complete friendliness. Evidently I had passed + muster. + </p> + <p> + “You will accept, sir?” It was the president's gravely courteous tone. + </p> + <p> + “Accept!” I exclaimed. “Why, of course, I accept. It is not only one of + the greatest honors, but to me one of the greatest delights to act as a + collaborator with Dr. Goodwin.” + </p> + <p> + The president smiled. + </p> + <p> + “In that case, sir, there is no need for me to remain longer,” he said. + “Dr. Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has progressed with + it. I will leave you two alone for your discussion.” + </p> + <p> + He bowed to us and, picking up his old-fashioned bell-crowned silk hat and + his quaint, heavy cane of ebony, withdrew. Dr. Goodwin turned to me. + </p> + <p> + “I will start,” he said, after a little pause, “from when I met Richard + Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a great prayer-rug at the + gray feet of the nameless mountain.” + </p> + <p> + The sun sank, the shadows fell, the lights of the city sparkled out, for + hours New York roared about me unheeded while I listened to the tale of + that utterly weird, stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown + creatures, unknown forces, and of unconquerable human heroism played among + the hidden gorges of unknown Asia. + </p> + <p> + It was dawn when I left him for my own home. Nor was it for many hours + after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript down and sought sleep—and + found a troubled sleep. + </p> + <p> + A. MERRITT <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. VALLEY OF THE BLUE POPPIES + </h2> + <p> + In this great crucible of life we call the world—in the vaster one + we call the universe—the mysteries lie close packed, uncountable as + grains of sand on ocean's shores. They thread gigantic, the star-flung + spaces; they creep, atomic, beneath the microscope's peering eye. They + walk beside us, unseen and unheard, calling out to us, asking why we are + deaf to their crying, blind to their wonder. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes the veils drop from a man's eyes, and he sees—and speaks + of his vision. Then those who have not seen pass him by with the lifted + brows of disbelief, or they mock him, or if his vision has been great + enough they fall upon and destroy him. + </p> + <p> + For the greater the mystery, the more bitterly is its verity assailed; + upon what seem the lesser a man may give testimony and at least gain for + himself a hearing. + </p> + <p> + There is reason for this. Life is a ferment, and upon and about it, + shifting and changing, adding to or taking away, beat over legions of + forces, seen and unseen, known and unknown. And man, an atom in the + ferment, clings desperately to what to him seems stable; nor greets with + joy him who hazards that what he grips may be but a broken staff, and, so + saying, fails to hold forth a sturdier one. + </p> + <p> + Earth is a ship, plowing her way through uncharted oceans of space wherein + are strange currents, hidden shoals and reefs, and where blow the unknown + winds of Cosmos. + </p> + <p> + If to the voyagers, painfully plotting their course, comes one who cries + that their charts must be remade, nor can tell WHY they must be—that + man is not welcome—no! + </p> + <p> + Therefore it is that men have grown chary of giving testimony upon + mysteries. Yet knowing each in his own heart the truth of that vision he + has himself beheld, lo, it is that in whose reality he most believes. + </p> + <p> + The spot where I had encamped was of a singular beauty; so beautiful that + it caught the throat and set an ache within the breast—until from it + a tranquillity distilled that was like healing mist. + </p> + <p> + Since early March I had been wandering. It was now mid-July. And for the + first time since my pilgrimage had begun I drank—not of + forgetfulness, for that could never be—but of anodyne for a sorrow + which had held fast upon me since my return from the Carolines a year + before. + </p> + <p> + No need to dwell here upon that—it has been written. Nor shall I + recite the reasons for my restlessness—for these are known to those + who have read that history of mine. Nor is there cause to set forth at + length the steps by which I had arrived at this vale of peace. + </p> + <p> + Sufficient is to tell that in New York one night, reading over what is + perhaps the most sensational of my books—“The Poppies and Primulas + of Southern Tibet,” the result of my travels of 1910-1911, I determined to + return to that quiet, forbidden land. There, if anywhere, might I find + something akin to forgetting. + </p> + <p> + There was a certain flower which I long had wished to study in its + mutations from the singular forms appearing on the southern slopes of the + Elburz—Persia's mountainous chain that extends from Azerbaijan in + the west to Khorasan in the east; from thence I would follow its modified + types in the Hindu-Kush ranges and its migrations along the southern + scarps of the Trans-Himalayas—the unexplored upheaval, higher than + the Himalayas themselves, more deeply cut with precipice and gorge, which + Sven Hedin had touched and named on his journey to Lhasa. + </p> + <p> + Having accomplished this, I planned to push across the passes to the + Manasarowar Lakes, where, legend has it, the strange, luminous purple + lotuses grow. + </p> + <p> + An ambitious project, undeniably fraught with danger; but it is written + that desperate diseases require desperate remedies, and until inspiration + or message how to rejoin those whom I had loved so dearly came to me, + nothing less, I felt, could dull my heartache. + </p> + <p> + And, frankly, feeling that no such inspiration or message could come, I + did not much care as to the end. + </p> + <p> + In Teheran I had picked up a most unusual servant; yes, more than this, a + companion and counselor and interpreter as well. + </p> + <p> + He was a Chinese; his name Chiu-Ming. His first thirty years had been + spent at the great Lamasery of Palkhor-Choinde at Gyantse, west of Lhasa. + Why he had gone from there, how he had come to Teheran, I never asked. It + was most fortunate that he had gone, and that I had found him. He + recommended himself to me as the best cook within ten thousand miles of + Pekin. + </p> + <p> + For almost three months we had journeyed; Chiu-Ming and I and the two + ponies that carried my impedimenta. + </p> + <p> + We had traversed mountain roads which had echoed to the marching feet of + the hosts of Darius, to the hordes of the Satraps. The highways of the + Achaemenids—yes, and which before them had trembled to the + tramplings of the myriads of the godlike Dravidian conquerors. + </p> + <p> + We had slipped over ancient Iranian trails; over paths which the warriors + of conquering Alexander had traversed; dust of bones of Macedons, of + Greeks, of Romans, beat about us; ashes of the flaming ambitions of the + Sassanidae whimpered beneath our feet—the feet of an American + botanist, a Chinaman, two Tibetan ponies. We had crept through clefts + whose walls had sent back the howlings of the Ephthalites, the White Huns + who had sapped the strength of these same proud Sassanids until at last + both fell before the Turks. + </p> + <p> + Over the highways and byways of Persia's glory, Persia's shame and + Persia's death we four—two men, two beasts—had passed. For a + fortnight we had met no human soul, seen no sign of human habitation. + </p> + <p> + Game had been plentiful—green things Chiu-Ming might lack for his + cooking, but meat never. About us was a welter of mighty summits. We were, + I knew, somewhere within the blending of the Hindu-Kush with the + Trans-Himalayas. + </p> + <p> + That morning we had come out of a ragged defile into this valley of + enchantment, and here, though it had been so early, I had pitched my tent, + determining to go no farther till the morrow. + </p> + <p> + It was a Phocean vale; a gigantic cup filled with tranquillity. A spirit + brooded over it, serene, majestic, immutable—like the untroubled + calm which rests, the Burmese believe, over every place which has guarded + the Buddha, sleeping. + </p> + <p> + At its eastern end towered the colossal scarp of the unnamed peak through + one of whose gorges we had crept. On his head was a cap of silver set with + pale emeralds—the snow fields and glaciers that crowned him. Far to + the west another gray and ochreous giant reared its bulk, closing the + vale. North and south, the horizon was a chaotic sky land of pinnacles, + spired and minareted, steepled and turreted and domed, each diademed with + its green and argent of eternal ice and snow. + </p> + <p> + And all the valley was carpeted with the blue poppies in wide, unbroken + fields, luminous as the morning skies of mid-June; they rippled mile after + mile over the path we had followed, over the still untrodden path which we + must take. They nodded, they leaned toward each other, they seemed to + whisper—then to lift their heads and look up like crowding swarms of + little azure fays, half impudently, wholly trustfully, into the faces of + the jeweled giants standing guard over them. And when the little breeze + walked upon them it was as though they bent beneath the soft tread and + were brushed by the sweeping skirts of unseen, hastening Presences. + </p> + <p> + Like a vast prayer-rug, sapphire and silken, the poppies stretched to the + gray feet of the mountain. Between their southern edge and the clustering + summits a row of faded brown, low hills knelt—like brown-robed, + withered and weary old men, backs bent, faces hidden between outstretched + arms, palms to the earth and brows touching earth within them—in the + East's immemorial attitude of worship. + </p> + <p> + I half expected them to rise—and as I watched a man appeared on one + of the bowed, rocky shoulders, abruptly, with the ever-startling + suddenness which in the strange light of these latitudes objects spring + into vision. As he stood scanning my camp there arose beside him a laden + pony, and at its head a Tibetan peasant. The first figure waved its hand; + came striding down the hill. + </p> + <p> + As he approached I took stock of him. A young giant, three good inches + over six feet, a vigorous head with unruly clustering black hair; a + clean-cut, clean-shaven American face. + </p> + <p> + “I'm Dick Drake,” he said, holding out his hand. “Richard Keen Drake, + recently with Uncle's engineers in France.” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Goodwin.” I took his hand, shook it warmly. “Dr. Walter T. + Goodwin.” + </p> + <p> + “Goodwin the botanist—? Then I know you!” he exclaimed. “Know all + about you, that is. My father admired your work greatly. You knew him—Professor + Alvin Drake.” + </p> + <p> + I nodded. So he was Alvin Drake's son. Alvin, I knew, had died about a + year before I had started on this journey. But what was his son doing in + this wilderness? + </p> + <p> + “Wondering where I came from?” he answered my unspoken question. “Short + story. War ended. Felt an irresistible desire for something different. + Couldn't think of anything more different from Tibet—always wanted + to go there anyway. Went. Decided to strike over toward Turkestan. And + here I am.” + </p> + <p> + I felt at once a strong liking for this young giant. No doubt, + subconsciously, I had been feeling the need of companionship with my own + kind. I even wondered, as I led the way into my little camp, whether he + would care to join fortunes with me in my journeyings. + </p> + <p> + His father's work I knew well, and although this stalwart lad was unlike + what one would have expected Alvin Drake—a trifle dried, precise, + wholly abstracted with his experiments—to beget, still, I reflected, + heredity like the Lord sometimes works in mysterious ways its wonders to + perform. + </p> + <p> + It was almost with awe that he listened to me instruct Chiu-Ming as to + just how I wanted supper prepared, and his gaze dwelt fondly upon the + Chinese busy among his pots and pans. + </p> + <p> + We talked a little, desultorily, as the meal was prepared—fragments + of traveler's news and gossip, as is the habit of journeyers who come upon + each other in the silent places. Ever the speculation grew in his face as + he made away with Chiu-Ming's artful concoctions. + </p> + <p> + Drake sighed, drawing out his pipe. + </p> + <p> + “A cook, a marvel of a cook. Where did you get him?” + </p> + <p> + Briefly I told him. + </p> + <p> + Then a silence fell upon us. Suddenly the sun dipped down behind the flank + of the stone giant guarding the valley's western gate; the whole vale + swiftly darkened—a flood of crystal-clear shadows poured within it. + It was the prelude to that miracle of unearthly beauty seen nowhere else + on this earth—the sunset of Tibet. + </p> + <p> + We turned expectant eyes to the west. A little, cool breeze raced down + from the watching steeps like a messenger, whispered to the nodding + poppies, sighed and was gone. The poppies were still. High overhead a + homing kite whistled, mellowly. + </p> + <p> + As if it were a signal there sprang out in the pale azure of the western + sky row upon row of cirrus cloudlets, rank upon rank of them, thrusting + their heads into the path of the setting sun. They changed from mottled + silver into faint rose, deepened to crimson. + </p> + <p> + “The dragons of the sky drink the blood of the sunset,” said Chiu-Ming. + </p> + <p> + As though a gigantic globe of crystal had dropped upon the heavens, their + blue turned swiftly to a clear and glowing amber—then as abruptly + shifted to a luminous violet A soft green light pulsed through the valley. + </p> + <p> + Under it, like hills ensorcelled, the rocky walls about it seemed to + flatten. They glowed and all at once pressed forward like gigantic slices + of palest emerald jade, translucent, illumined, as though by a circlet of + little suns shining behind them. + </p> + <p> + The light faded, robes of deepest amethyst dropped around the mountain's + mighty shoulders. And then from every snow and glacier-crowned peak, from + minaret and pinnacle and towering turret, leaped forth a confusion of soft + peacock flames, a host of irised prismatic gleamings, an ordered chaos of + rainbows. + </p> + <p> + Great and small, interlacing and shifting, they ringed the valley with an + incredible glory—as if some god of light itself had touched the + eternal rocks and bidden radiant souls stand forth. + </p> + <p> + Through the darkening sky swept a rosy pencil of living light; that + utterly strange, pure beam whose coming never fails to clutch the throat + of the beholder with the hand of ecstasy, the ray which the Tibetans name + the Ting-Pa. For a moment this rosy finger pointed to the east, then + arched itself, divided slowly into six shining, rosy bands; began to creep + downward toward the eastern horizon where a nebulous, pulsing splendor + arose to meet it. + </p> + <p> + And as we watched I heard a gasp from Drake. And it was echoed by my own. + </p> + <p> + For the six beams were swaying, moving with ever swifter motion from side + to side in ever-widening sweep, as though the hidden orb from which they + sprang were swaying like a pendulum. + </p> + <p> + Faster and faster the six high-flung beams swayed—and then broke—broke + as though a gigantic, unseen hand had reached up and snapped them! + </p> + <p> + An instant the severed ends ribboned aimlessly, then bent, turned down and + darted earthward into the welter of clustered summits at the north and + swiftly were gone, while down upon the valley fell night. + </p> + <p> + “Good God!” whispered Drake. “It was as though something reached up, broke + those rays and drew them down—like threads.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw it.” I struggled with bewilderment. “I saw it. But I never saw + anything like it before,” I ended, most inadequately. + </p> + <p> + “It was PURPOSEFUL,” he whispered. “It was DELIBERATE. As though something + reached up, juggled with the rays, broke them, and drew them down like + willow withes.” + </p> + <p> + “The devils that dwell here!” quavered Chiu-Ming. + </p> + <p> + “Some magnetic phenomenon.” I was half angry at myself for my own touch of + panic. “Light can be deflected by passage through a magnetic field. Of + course that's it. Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know.” Drake's tone was doubtful indeed. “It would take a whale + of a magnetic field to have done THAT—it's inconceivable.” He harked + back to his first idea. “It was so—so DAMNED deliberate,” he + repeated. + </p> + <p> + “Devils—” muttered the frightened Chinese. + </p> + <p> + “What's that?” Drake gripped my arm and pointed to the north. A deeper + blackness had grown there while we had been talking, a pool of darkness + against which the mountain summits stood out, blade-sharp edges faintly + luminous. + </p> + <p> + A gigantic lance of misty green fire darted from the blackness and thrust + its point into the heart of the zenith; following it, leaped into the sky + a host of the sparkling spears of light, and now the blackness was like an + ebon hand, brandishing a thousand javelins of tinseled flame. + </p> + <p> + “The aurora,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “It ought to be a good one,” mused Drake, gaze intent upon it. “Did you + notice the big sun spot?” + </p> + <p> + I shook my head. + </p> + <p> + “The biggest I ever saw. Noticed it first at dawn this morning. Some + little aurora lighter—that spot. I told you—look at that!” he + cried. + </p> + <p> + The green lances had fallen back. The blackness gathered itself together—then + from it began to pulse billows of radiance, spangled with infinite darting + swarms of flashing corpuscles like uncounted hosts of dancing fireflies. + </p> + <p> + Higher the waves rolled—phosphorescent green and iridescent violet, + weird copperous yellows and metallic saffrons and a shimmer of glittering + ash of rose—then wavered, split and formed into gigantic, sparkling, + marching curtains of splendor. + </p> + <p> + A vast circle of light sprang out upon the folds of the flickering, + rushing curtains. Misty at first, its edges sharpened until they rested + upon the blazing glory of the northern sky like a pale ring of cold flame. + And about it the aurora began to churn, to heap itself, to revolve. + </p> + <p> + Toward the ring from every side raced the majestic folds, drew themselves + together, circled, seethed around it like foam of fire about the lip of a + cauldron, and poured through the shining circle as though it were the + mouth of that fabled cavern where old Aeolus sits blowing forth and + breathing back the winds that sweep the earth. + </p> + <p> + Yes—into the ring's mouth the aurora flew, cascading in a columned + stream to earth. Then swiftly, a mist swept over all the heavens, veiled + that incredible cataract. + </p> + <p> + “Magnetism?” muttered Drake. “I guess NOT!” + </p> + <p> + “It struck about where the Ting-Pa was broken and seemed drawn down like + the rays,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “Purposeful,” Drake said. “And devilish. It hit on all my nerves like a—like + a metal claw. Purposeful and deliberate. There was intelligence behind + that.” + </p> + <p> + “Intelligence? Drake—what intelligence could break the rays of the + setting sun and suck down the aurora?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “Devils,” croaked Chiu-Ming. “The devils that defied Buddha—and have + grown strong—” + </p> + <p> + “Like a metal claw!” breathed Drake. + </p> + <p> + Far to the west a sound came to us; first a whisper, then a wild rushing, + a prolonged wailing, a crackling. A great light flashed through the mist, + glowed about us and faded. Again the wailing, the vast rushing, the + retreating whisper. + </p> + <p> + Then silence and darkness dropped embraced upon the valley of the blue + poppies. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. THE SIGIL ON THE ROCKS + </h2> + <p> + Dawn came. Drake had slept well. But I, who had not his youthful + resiliency, lay for long, awake and uneasy. I had hardly sunk into + troubled slumber before dawn awakened me. + </p> + <p> + As we breakfasted, I approached directly that matter which my growing + liking for him was turning into strong desire. + </p> + <p> + “Drake,” I asked. “Where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “With you,” he laughed. “I'm foot loose and fancy free. And I think you + ought to have somebody with you to help watch that cook. He might get + away.” + </p> + <p> + The idea seemed to appall him. + </p> + <p> + “Fine!” I exclaimed heartily, and thrust out my hand to him. “I'm thinking + of striking over the range soon to the Manasarowar Lakes. There's a + curious flora I'd like to study.” + </p> + <p> + “Anywhere you say suits me,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + We clasped hands on our partnership and soon we were on our way to the + valley's western gate; our united caravans stringing along behind us. Mile + after mile we trudged through the blue poppies, discussing the enigmas of + the twilight and of the night. + </p> + <p> + In the light of day their breath of vague terror was dissipated. There was + no place for mystery nor dread under this floor of brilliant sunshine. The + smiling sapphire floor rolled ever on before us. + </p> + <p> + Whispering little playful breezes flew down the slopes to gossip for a + moment with the nodding flowers. Flocks of rose finches raced chattering + overhead to quarrel with the tiny willow warblers, the chi-u-teb-tok, + holding fief of the drooping, graceful bowers bending down to the little + laughing stream that for the past hour had chuckled and gurgled like a + friendly water baby beside us. + </p> + <p> + I had proven, almost to my own satisfaction, that what we had beheld had + been a creation of the extraordinary atmospheric attributes of these + highlands, an atmosphere so unique as to make almost anything of the kind + possible. But Drake was not convinced. + </p> + <p> + “I know,” he said. “Of course I understand all that—superimposed + layers of warmer air that might have bent the ray; vortices in the higher + levels that might have produced just that effect of the captured aurora. I + admit it's all possible. I'll even admit it's all probable, but damn me, + Doc, if I BELIEVE it! I had too clearly the feeling of a CONSCIOUS force, + a something that KNEW exactly what it was doing—and had a REASON for + it.” + </p> + <p> + It was mid-afternoon. + </p> + <p> + The spell of the valley upon us, we had gone leisurely. The western mount + was close, the mouth of the gorge through which we must pass, now plain + before us. It did not seem as though we could reach it before dusk, and + Drake and I were reconciled to spending another night in the peaceful + vale. Plodding along, deep in thought, I was startled by his exclamation. + </p> + <p> + He was staring at a point some hundred yards to his right. I followed his + gaze. + </p> + <p> + The towering cliffs were a scant half mile away. At some distant time + there had been an enormous fall of rock. This, disintegrating, had formed + a gently-curving breast which sloped down to merge with the valley's + floor. Willow and witch alder, stunted birch and poplar had found + roothold, clothed it, until only their crowding outposts, thrusting + forward in a wavering semicircle, held back seemingly by the blue hordes, + showed where it melted into the meadows. + </p> + <p> + In the center of this breast, beginning half way up its slopes and + stretching down into the flowered fields was a colossal imprint. + </p> + <p> + Gray and brown, it stood out against the green and blue of slope and + level; a rectangle all of thirty feet wide, two hundred long, the heel + faintly curved and from its hither end, like claws, four slender triangles + radiating from it like twenty-four points of a ten-rayed star. + </p> + <p> + Irresistibly was it like a footprint—but what thing was there whose + tread could leave such a print as this? + </p> + <p> + I ran up the slope—Drake already well in advance. I paused at the + base of the triangles where, were this thing indeed a footprint, the + spreading claws sprang from the flat of it. + </p> + <p> + The track was fresh. At its upper edges were clipped bushes and split + trees, the white wood of the latter showing where they had been sliced as + though by the stroke of a scimitar. + </p> + <p> + I stepped out upon the mark. It was as level as though planed; bent down + and stared in utter disbelief of what my own eyes beheld. For stone and + earth had been crushed, compressed, into a smooth, microscopically + grained, adamantine complex, and in this matrix poppies still bearing + traces of their coloring were imbedded like fossils. A cyclone can and + does grip straws and thrust them unbroken through an inch board—but + what force was there which could take the delicate petals of a flower and + set them like inlay within the surface of a stone? + </p> + <p> + Into my mind came recollection of the wailings, the crashings in the + night, of the weird glow that had flashed about us when the mist arose to + hide the chained aurora. + </p> + <p> + “It was what we heard,” I said. “The sounds—it was then that this + was made.” + </p> + <p> + “The foot of Shin-je!” Chiu-Ming's voice was tremulous. “The lord of Hell + has trodden here!” + </p> + <p> + I translated for Drake's benefit. + </p> + <p> + “Has the lord of Hell but one foot?” asked Dick, politely. + </p> + <p> + “He bestrides the mountains,” said Chiu-Ming. “On the far side is his + other footprint. Shin-je it was who strode the mountains and set here his + foot.” + </p> + <p> + Again I interpreted. + </p> + <p> + Drake cast a calculating glance up to the cliff top. + </p> + <p> + “Two thousand feet, about,” he mused. “Well, if Shin-je is built in our + proportions that makes it about right. The length of this thing would give + him just about a two thousand foot leg. Yes—he could just about + straddle that hill.” + </p> + <p> + “You're surely not serious?” I asked in consternation. + </p> + <p> + “What the hell!” he exclaimed, “am I crazy? This is no foot mark. How + could it be? Look at the mathematical nicety with which these edges are + stamped out—as though by a die— + </p> + <p> + “That's what it reminds me of—a die. It's as if some impossible + power had been used to press it down. Like—like a giant seal of + metal in a mountain's hand. A sigil—a seal—” + </p> + <p> + “But why?” I asked. “What could be the purpose—” + </p> + <p> + “Better ask where the devil such a force could be gotten together and how + it came here,” he said. “Look—except for this one place there isn't + a mark anywhere. All the bushes and the trees, all the poppies and the + grass are just as they ought to be. + </p> + <p> + “How did whoever or whatever it was that made this, get here and get away + without leaving any trace but this? Damned if I don't think Chiu-Ming's + explanation puts less strain upon the credulity than any I could offer.” + </p> + <p> + I peered about. It was so. Except for the mark, there was no slightest + sign of the unusual, the abnormal. + </p> + <p> + But the mark was enough! + </p> + <p> + “I'm for pushing up a notch or two and getting into the gorge before + dark,” he was voicing my own thought. “I'm willing to face anything human—but + I'm not keen to be pressed into a rock like a flower in a maiden's book of + poems.” Just at twilight we drew out of the valley into the pass. We + traveled a full mile along it before darkness forced us to make camp. The + gorge was narrow. The far walls but a hundred feet away; but we had no + quarrel with them for their neighborliness, no! Their solidity, their + immutability, breathed confidence back into us. + </p> + <p> + And after we had found a deep niche capable of holding the entire caravan + we filed within, ponies and all, I for one perfectly willing thus to spend + the night, let the air at dawn be what it would. We dined within on bread + and tea, and then, tired to the bone, sought each his place upon the rocky + floor. I slept well, waking only once or twice by Chiu-Ming's groanings; + his dreams evidently were none of the pleasantest. If there was an aurora + I neither knew nor cared. My slumber was dreamless. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. RUTH VENTNOR + </h2> + <p> + The dawn, streaming into the niche, awakened us. A covey of partridges + venturing too close yielded three to our guns. We breakfasted well, and a + little later were pushing on down the cleft. + </p> + <p> + Its descent, though gradual, was continuous, and therefore I was not + surprised when soon we began to come upon evidences of semi-tropical + vegetation. Giant rhododendrons and tree ferns gave way to occasional + clumps of stately kopek and clumps of the hardier bamboos. We added a few + snow cocks to our larder—although they were out of their habitat, + flying down into the gorge from their peaks and table-lands for some + choice tidbit. + </p> + <p> + All that day we marched on, and when at night we made camp, sleep came to + us quickly and overmastering. An hour after dawn we were on our way. A + brief stop we made for lunch; pressed forward. + </p> + <p> + It was close to two when we caught the first sight of the ruins. + </p> + <p> + The soaring, verdure-clad walls of the canyon had long been steadily + marching closer. Above, between their rims the wide ribbon of sky was like + a fantastically shored river, shimmering, dazzling; every cove and + headland edged with an opalescent glimmering as of shining pearly beaches. + </p> + <p> + And as though we were sinking in that sky stream's depths its light kept + lessening, darkening imperceptibly with luminous shadows of ghostly beryl, + drifting veils of pellucid aquamarine, limpid mists of glaucous + chrysolite. + </p> + <p> + Fainter, more crepuscular became the light, yet never losing its + crystalline quality. Now the high overhead river was but a brook; became a + thread. Abruptly it vanished. + </p> + <p> + We passed into a tunnel, fern walled, fern roofed, garlanded with tawny + orchids, gay with carmine fungus and golden moss. We stepped out into a + blaze of sunlight. + </p> + <p> + Before us lay a wide green bowl held in the hands of the clustered hills; + shallow, circular, as though, while plastic still, the thumb of God had + run round its rim, shaping it. Around it the peaks crowded, craning their + lofty heads to peer within. + </p> + <p> + It was about a mile in its diameter, this hollow, as my gaze then measured + it. It had three openings—one that lay like a crack in the northeast + slope; another, the tunnel mouth through which we had come. The third + lifted itself out of the bowl, creeping up the precipitous bare scarp of + the western barrier straight to the north, clinging to the ochreous rock + up and up until it vanished around a far distant shoulder. + </p> + <p> + It was a wide and bulwarked road, a road that spoke as clearly as though + it had tongue of human hands which had cut it there in the mountain's + breast. An ancient road weary beyond belief beneath the tread of uncounted + years. + </p> + <p> + From the hollow the blind soul of loneliness groped out to greet us! + </p> + <p> + Never had I felt such loneliness as that which lapped the lip of the + verdant bowl. It was tangible—as though it had been poured from some + reservoir of misery. A pool of despair— + </p> + <p> + Half the width of the valley away the ruins began. Weirdly were they its + visible expression. They huddled in two bent rows to the bottom. They + crouched in a wide cluster against the cliffs. From the cluster a curving + row of them ran along the southern crest of the hollow. + </p> + <p> + A flight of shattered, cyclopean steps lifted to a ledge and here a + crumbling fortress stood. + </p> + <p> + Irresistibly did the ruins seem a colossal hag, flung prone, lying + listlessly, helplessly, against the barrier's base. The huddled lower + ranks were the legs, the cluster the body, the upper row an outflung arm + and above the neck of the stairway the ancient fortress, rounded and with + two huge ragged apertures in its northern front was an aged, bleached and + withered head staring, watching. + </p> + <p> + I looked at Drake—the spell of the bowl was heavy upon him, his face + drawn. The Chinaman and Tibetan were murmuring, terror written large upon + them. + </p> + <p> + “A hell of a joint!” Drake turned to me, a shadow of a grin lightening the + distress on his face. “But I'd rather chance it than go back. What d'you + say?” + </p> + <p> + I nodded, curiosity mastering my oppression. We stepped over the rim, + rifles on the alert. Close behind us crowded the two servants and the + ponies. + </p> + <p> + The vale was shallow, as I have said. We trod the fragments of an olden + approach to the green tunnel so the descent was not difficult. Here and + there beside the path upreared huge broken blocks. On them I thought I + could see faint tracings as of carvings—now a suggestion of gaping, + arrow-fanged dragon jaws, now the outline of a scaled body, a hint of + enormous, batlike wings. + </p> + <p> + Now we had reached the first of the crumbling piles that stretched down + into the valley's center. + </p> + <p> + Half fainting, I fell against Drake, clutching to him for support. + </p> + <p> + A stream of utter hopelessness was racing upon us, swirling and eddying + around us, reaching to our hearts with ghostly fingers dripping with + despair. From every shattered heap it seemed to pour, rushing down the + road upon us like a torrent, engulfing us, submerging, drowning. + </p> + <p> + Unseen it was—yet tangible as water; it sapped the life from every + nerve. Weariness filled me, a desire to drop upon the stones, to be rolled + away. To die. I felt Drake's body quivering even as mine; knew that he was + drawing upon every reserve of strength. + </p> + <p> + “Steady,” he muttered. “Steady—” + </p> + <p> + The Tibetan shrieked and fled, the ponies scrambling after him. Dimly I + remembered that mine carried precious specimens; a surge of anger passed, + beating back the anguish. I heard a sob from Chiu-Ming, saw him drop. + </p> + <p> + Drake stopped, drew him to his feet. We placed him between us, thrust each + an arm through his own. Then, like swimmers, heads bent, we pushed on, + buffeting that inexplicable invisible flood. + </p> + <p> + As the path rose, its force lessened, my vitality grew, and the terrible + desire to yield and be swept away waned. Now we had reached the foot of + the cyclopean stairs, now we were half up them—and now as we + struggled out upon the ledge on which the watching fortress stood, the + clutching stream shoaled swiftly, the shoal became safe, dry land and the + cheated, unseen maelstrom swirled harmlessly beneath us. + </p> + <p> + We stood erect, gasping for breath, again like swimmers who have fought + their utmost and barely, so barely, won. + </p> + <p> + There was an almost imperceptible movement at the side of the ruined + portal. + </p> + <p> + Out darted a girl. A rifle dropped from her hands. Straight she sped + toward me. + </p> + <p> + And as she ran I recognized her. + </p> + <p> + Ruth Ventnor! + </p> + <p> + The flying figure reached me, threw soft arms around my neck, was weeping + in relieved gladness on my shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” I cried. “What on earth are YOU doing here?” + </p> + <p> + “Walter!” she sobbed. “Walter Goodwin—Oh, thank God! Thank God!” + </p> + <p> + She drew herself from my arms, catching her breath; laughed shakily. + </p> + <p> + I took swift stock of her. Save for fear upon her, she was the same Ruth I + had known three years before; wide, deep blue eyes that were now all + seriousness, now sparkling wells of mischief; petite, rounded and tender; + the fairest skin; an impudent little nose; shining clusters of intractable + curls; all human, sparkling and sweet. + </p> + <p> + Drake coughed, insinuatingly. I introduced him. + </p> + <p> + “I—I watched you struggling through that dreadful pit.” She + shuddered. “I could not see who you were, did not know whether friend or + enemy—but oh, my heart almost died in pity for you, Walter,” she + breathed. “What can it be—THERE?” + </p> + <p> + I shook my head. + </p> + <p> + “Martin could not see you,” she went on. “He was watching the road that + leads above. But I ran down—to help.” + </p> + <p> + “Mart watching?” I asked. “Watching for what?” + </p> + <p> + “I—” she hesitated oddly. “I think I'd rather tell you before him. + It's so strange—so incredible.” + </p> + <p> + She led us through the broken portal and into the fortress. It was more + gigantic even than I had thought. The floor of the vast chamber we had + entered was strewn with fragments fallen from the crackling, stone-vaulted + ceiling. Through the breaks light streamed from the level above us. + </p> + <p> + We picked our way among the debris to a wide crumbling stairway, crept up + it, Ruth flitting ahead. We came out opposite one of the eye-like + apertures. Black against it, perched high upon a pile of blocks, I + recognized the long, lean outline of Ventnor, rifle in hand, gazing + intently up the ancient road whose windings were plain through the + opening. He had not heard us. + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” called Ruth softly. + </p> + <p> + He turned. A shaft of light from a crevice in the gap's edge struck his + face, flashing it out from the semidarkness of the corner in which he + crouched. I looked into the quiet gray eyes, upon the keen face. + </p> + <p> + “Goodwin!” he shouted, tumbling down from his perch, shaking me by the + shoulders. “If I had been in the way of praying—you're the man I'd + have prayed for. How did you get here?” + </p> + <p> + “Just wandering, Mart,” I answered. “But Lord! I'm sure GLAD to see you.” + </p> + <p> + “Which way did you come?” he asked, keenly. I threw my hand toward the + south. + </p> + <p> + “Not through that hollow?” he asked incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “And some hell of a place to get through,” Drake broke in. “It cost us our + ponies and all my ammunition.” + </p> + <p> + “Richard Drake,” I said. “Son of old Alvin—you knew him, Mart.” + </p> + <p> + “Knew him well,” cried Ventnor, seizing Dick's hand. “Wanted me to go to + Kamchatka to get some confounded sort of stuff for one of his devilish + experiments. Is he well?” + </p> + <p> + “He's dead,” replied Dick soberly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Ventnor. “Oh—I'm sorry. He was a great man.” + </p> + <p> + Briefly I acquainted him with my wanderings, my encounter with Drake. + </p> + <p> + “That place out there—” he considered us thoughtfully. “Damned if I + know what it is. Thought maybe it's gas—of a sort. If it hadn't been + for it we'd have been out of this hole two days ago. I'm pretty sure it + must be gas. And it must be much less than it was this morning, for then + we made an attempt to get through again—and couldn't.” + </p> + <p> + I was hardly listening. Ventnor had certainly advanced a theory of our + unusual symptoms that had not occurred to me. That hollow might indeed be + a pocket into which a gas flowed; just as in the mines the deadly coal + damp collects in pits, flows like a stream along the passages. It might be + that—some odorless, colorless gas of unknown qualities; and yet— + </p> + <p> + “Did you try respirators?” asked Dick. + </p> + <p> + “Surely,” said Ventnor. “First off the go. But they weren't of any use. + The gas, if it is gas, seems to operate as well through the skin as + through the nose and mouth. We just couldn't make it—and that's all + there is to it. But if you made it—could we try it now, do you + think?” he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + I felt myself go white. + </p> + <p> + “Not—not for a little while,” I stammered. + </p> + <p> + He nodded, understandingly. + </p> + <p> + “I see,” he said. “Well, we'll wait a bit, then.” + </p> + <p> + “But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the + mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?” asked Drake. + </p> + <p> + “Go to it, Ruth,” Ventnor grinned. “Tell 'em. After all—it was YOUR + party you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Mart!” she cried, blushing. + </p> + <p> + “Well—it wasn't ME they admired,” he laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Martin!” she cried again, and stamped her foot. + </p> + <p> + “Shoot,” he said. “I'm busy. I've got to watch.” + </p> + <p> + “Well”—Ruth's voice was uncertain—“we'd been hunting up in + Kashmir. Martin wanted to come over somewhere here. So we crossed the + passes. That was about a month ago. The fourth day out we ran across what + looked like a road running south. + </p> + <p> + “We thought we'd take it. It looked sort of old and lost—but it was + going the way we wanted to go. It took us first into a country of little + hills; then to the very base of the great range itself; finally into the + mountains—and then it ran blank.” + </p> + <p> + “Bing!” interjected Ventnor, looking around for a moment. “Bing—just + like that. Slap dash against a prodigious fall of rock. We couldn't get + over it.” + </p> + <p> + “So we cast about to find another road,” went on Ruth. “All we could + strike were—just strikes.” + </p> + <p> + “No fish on the end of 'em,” said Ventnor. “God! But I'm glad to see you, + Walter Goodwin. Believe me, I am. However—go on, Ruth.” + </p> + <p> + “At the end of the second week,” she said, “we knew we were lost. We were + deep in the heart of the range. All around us was a forest of enormous, + snow-topped peaks. The gorges, the canyons, the valleys that we tried led + us east and west, north and south. + </p> + <p> + “It was a maze, and in it we seemed to be going ever deeper. There was not + the SLIGHTEST sign of human life. It was as though no human beings except + ourselves had ever been there. Game was plentiful. We had no trouble in + getting food. And sooner or later, of course, we were bound to find our + way out. We didn't worry. + </p> + <p> + “It was five nights ago that we camped at the head of a lovely little + valley. There was a mound that stood up like a tiny watch-tower, looking + down it. The trees grew round like tall sentinels. + </p> + <p> + “We built our fire in that mound; and after we had eaten, Martin slept. I + sat watching the beauty of the skies and of the shadowy vale. I heard no + one approach—but something made me leap to my feet, look behind me. + </p> + <p> + “A man was standing just within the glow of firelight, watching me.” + </p> + <p> + “A Tibetan?” I asked. She shook her head, trouble in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all.” Ventnor turned his head. “Ruth screamed and awakened me. I + caught a glimpse of the fellow before he vanished. + </p> + <p> + “A short purple mantle hung from his shoulders. His chest was covered with + fine chain mail. His legs were swathed and bound by the thongs of his high + buskins. He carried a small, round, hide-covered shield and a short + two-edged sword. His head was helmeted. He belonged, in fact—oh, at + least twenty centuries back.” + </p> + <p> + He laughed in plain enjoyment of our amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Ruth,” he said, and took up his watch. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +“But Martin did not see his face,” she went on. “And oh, but I wish I +could forget it. It was as white as mine, Walter, and cruel, so cruel; +the eyes glowed and they looked upon me like a—like a slave dealer. +They shamed me—I wanted to hide myself. + + “I cried out and Martin awakened. As he moved, the +man stepped out of the light and was gone. I think he had not seen +Martin; had believed that I was alone. +</pre> + <p> + “We put out the fire, moved farther into the shadow of the trees. But I + could not sleep—I sat hour after hour, my pistol in my hand,” she + patted the automatic in her belt, “my rifle close beside me. + </p> + <p> + “The hours went by—dreadfully. At last I dozed. When I awakened + again it was dawn—and—and—” she covered her eyes, then: + “TWO men were looking down on me. One was he who had stood in the + firelight.” + </p> + <p> + “They were talking,” interrupted Ventnor again, “in archaic Persian.” + </p> + <p> + “Persian,” I repeated blankly; “archaic Persian?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much so,” he nodded. “I've a fair knowledge of the modern tongue, + and a rather unusual command of Arabic. The modern Persian, as you know, + comes straight through from the speech of Xerxes, of Cyrus, of Darius whom + Alexander of Macedon conquered. It has been changed mainly by taking on a + load of Arabic words. Well—there wasn't a trace of the Arabic in the + tongue they were speaking. + </p> + <p> + “It sounded odd, of course—but I could understand quite easily. They + were talking about Ruth. To be explicit, they were discussing her with + exceeding frankness—” + </p> + <p> + “Martin!” she cried wrathfully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, all right,” he went on, half repentantly. “As a matter of fact, I + had seen the pair steal up. My rifle was under my hand. So I lay there + quietly, listening. + </p> + <p> + “You can realize, Walter, that when I caught sight of those two, looking + as though they had materialized from Darius's ghostly hordes, my + scientific curiosity was aroused—prodigiously. So in my interest I + passed over the matter of their speech; not alone because I thought Ruth + asleep but also because I took into consideration that the mode of polite + expression changes with the centuries—and these gentlemen clearly + belonged at least twenty centuries back—the real truth is I was + consumed with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “They had got to a point where they were detailing with what pleasure a + certain mysterious person whom they seemed to regard with much fear and + respect would contemplate her. I was wondering how long my desire to + observe—for to the anthropologist they were most fascinating—could + hold my hand back from my rifle when Ruth awakened. + </p> + <p> + “She jumped up like a little fury. Fired a pistol point blank at them. + Their amazement was—well—ludicrous. I know it seems + incredible, but they seemed to know nothing of firearms—they + certainly acted as though they didn't. + </p> + <p> + “They simply flew into the timber. I took a pistol shot at one but missed. + Ruth hadn't though; she had winged her man; he left a red trail behind + him. + </p> + <p> + “We didn't follow the trail. We made for the opposite direction—and + as fast as possible. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing happened that day or night. Next morning, creeping up a slope, we + caught sight of a suspicious glitter a mile or two away in the direction + we were going. We sought shelter in a small ravine. In a little while, + over the hill and half a mile away from us, came about two hundred of + these fellows, marching along. + </p> + <p> + “And they were indeed Darius's men. Men of that Persia which had been dead + for millenniums. There was no mistaking them, with their high, covering + shields, their great bows, their javelins and armor. + </p> + <p> + “They passed; we doubled. We built no fires that night—and we ought + to have turned the pony loose, but we didn't. It carried my instruments, + and ammunition, and I felt we were going to need the latter. + </p> + <p> + “The next morning we caught sight of another band—or the same. We + turned again. We stole through a tree-covered plain; we struck an ancient + road. It led south, into the peaks again. We followed it. It brought us + here. + </p> + <p> + “It isn't, as you observe, the most comfortable of places. We struck + across the hollow to the crevice—we knew nothing of the entrance you + came through. The hollow was not pleasant, either. But it was penetrable, + then. + </p> + <p> + “We crossed. As we were about to enter the cleft there issued out of it a + most unusual and disconcerting chorus of sounds—wailings, crashings, + splinterings.” + </p> + <p> + I started, shot a look at Dick; absorbed, he was drinking in Ventnor's + every word. + </p> + <p> + “So unusual, so—well, disconcerting is the best word I can think of, + that we were not encouraged to proceed. Also the peculiar unpleasantness + of the hollow was increasing rapidly. + </p> + <p> + “We made the best time we could back to the fortress. And when next we + tried to go through the hollow, to search for another outlet—we + couldn't. You know why,” he ended abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “But men in ancient armor. Men like those of Darius.” Dick broke the + silence that had followed this amazing recital. “It's incredible!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” agreed Ventnor, “isn't it. But there they were. Of course, I don't + maintain that they WERE relics of Darius's armies. They might have been of + Xerxes before him—or of Artaxerxes after him. But there they + certainly were, Drake, living, breathing replicas of exceedingly ancient + Persians. + </p> + <p> + “Why, they might have been the wall carvings on the tomb of Khosroes come + to life. I mention Darius because he fits in with the most plausible + hypothesis. When Alexander the Great smashed his empire he did it rather + thoroughly. There wasn't much sympathy for the vanquished in those days. + And it's entirely conceivable that a city or two in Alexander's way might + have gathered up a fleeting regiment or so for protection and have decided + not to wait for him, but to hunt for cover. + </p> + <p> + “Naturally, they would have gone into the almost inaccessible heart of the + high ranges. There is nothing impossible in the theory that they found + shelter at last up here. As long as history runs this has been a well-nigh + unknown land. Penetrating some mountain-guarded, easily defended valley + they might have decided to settle down for a time, have rebuilt a city, + raised a government; laying low, in a sentence, waiting for the storm to + blow over. + </p> + <p> + “Why did they stay? Well, they might have found the new life more pleasant + than the old. And they might have been locked in their valley by some + accident—landslides, rockfalls sealing up the entrance. There are a + dozen reasonable possibilities.” + </p> + <p> + “But those who hunted you weren't locked in,” objected Drake. + </p> + <p> + “No,” Ventnor grinned ruefully. “No, they certainly weren't. Maybe we + drifted into their preserves by a way they don't know. Maybe they've found + another way out. I'm sure I don't know. But I DO know what I saw.” + </p> + <p> + “The noises, Martin,” I said, for his description of these had been the + description of those we had heard in the blue valley. “Have you heard them + since?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he answered, hesitating oddly. + </p> + <p> + “And you think those—those soldiers you saw are still hunting for + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Haven't a doubt of it,” he replied more cheerfully. “They didn't look + like chaps who would give up a hunt easily—at least not a hunt for + such novel, interesting, and therefore desirable and delectable game as we + must have appeared to them.” + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” I said decisively, “where's your pony? We'll try the hollow + again, at once. There's Ruth—and we'd never be able to hold back + such numbers as you've described.” + </p> + <p> + “You feel strong enough to try it?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. METAL WITH A BRAIN + </h2> + <p> + The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety + which until now he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my + shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale. + </p> + <p> + “I certainly DO.” I was once more master of myself. “Drake—don't you + agree?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure,” he replied. “Sure. I'll look after Ruth—er—I mean Miss + Ventnor.” + </p> + <p> + The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded abruptly; his face + grew somber. + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” he said. “I carried away some—some exhibits from the crevice + of the noises, Goodwin.” + </p> + <p> + “What kind of exhibits?” I asked, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Put 'em where they'd be safe,” he continued. “I've an idea they're far + more curious than our armored men—and of far more importance. At any + rate, we must take them with us. + </p> + <p> + “Go with Ruth, you and Drake, and look at them. And bring them back with + the pony. Then we'll make a start. A few minutes more probably won't make + much difference—but hurry.” + </p> + <p> + He turned back to his watch. Ordering Chiu-Ming to stay with him I + followed Ruth and Drake down the ruined stairway. At the bottom she came + to me, laid little hands on my shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Walter,” she breathed, “I'm frightened. I'm so frightened I'm afraid to + tell even Mart. He doesn't like them, either, these little things you're + going to see. He likes them so little that he's afraid to let me know how + little he does like them.” + </p> + <p> + “But what are they? What's to fear about them?” asked Drake. + </p> + <p> + “See what you think!” She led us slowly, almost reluctantly toward the + rear of the fortress. “They lay in a little heap at the mouth of the cleft + where we heard the noises. Martin picked them up and dropped them in a + sack before we ran through the hollow. + </p> + <p> + “They're grotesque and they're almost CUTE, and they make me feel as + though they were the tiniest tippy-tip of the claw of some incredibly + large cat just stealing around the corner, a terrible cat, a cat as big as + a mountain,” she ended breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + We climbed through the crumbling masonry into a central, open court. Here + a clear spring bubbled up in a ruined and choked stone basin; close to the + ancient well was their pony, contentedly browsing in the thick grass that + grew around it. From one of its hampers Ruth took a large cloth bag. + </p> + <p> + “To carry them,” she said, and trembled. + </p> + <p> + We passed through what had once been a great door into another chamber + larger than that we had just left; and it was in better preservation, the + ceiling unbroken, the light dim after the blazing sun of the court. Near + its center she halted us. + </p> + <p> + Before me ran a two-feet-wide ragged crack, splitting the floor and + dropping down into black depths. Beyond was an expanse of smooth flagging, + almost clear of debris. + </p> + <p> + Drake gave a low whistle. I followed his pointing finger. In the wall at + the end whirled two enormous dragon shapes, cut in low relief. Their + gigantic wings, their monstrous coils, covered the nearly unbroken + surface, and these CHIMERAE were the shapes upon the upthrust blocks of + the haunted roadway. + </p> + <p> + In Ruth's gaze I read a nameless fear, a half shuddering fascination. + </p> + <p> + But she was not looking at the cavern dragons. + </p> + <p> + Her gaze was fixed upon what at my first glance seemed to be a raised and + patterned circle in the dust-covered floor. Not more than a foot in width, + it shone wanly with a pale, metallic bluish luster, as though, I thought, + it had been recently polished. Compared with the wall's tremendous winged + figures this floor design was trivial, ludicrously insignificant. What + could there be about it to stamp that dread upon Ruth's face? + </p> + <p> + I leaped the crevice; Dick joined me. Now I could see that the ring was + not continuous. Its broken circle was made of sharply edged cubes about an + inch in height, separated from each other with mathematical exactness by + another inch of space. I counted them—there were nineteen. + </p> + <p> + Almost touching them with their bases were an equal number of pyramids, of + tetrahedrons, as sharply angled and of similar length. They lay on their + sides with tips pointing starlike to six spheres clustered like a + conventionalized five petaled primrose in the exact center. Five of these + spheres—the petals—were, I roughly calculated, about an inch + and a half in diameter, the ball they enclosed larger by almost an inch. + </p> + <p> + So orderly was their arrangement, so much like a geometrical design nicely + done by some clever child that I hesitated to disturb it. I bent, and + stiffened, the first touch of dread upon me. + </p> + <p> + For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was a miniature + replica of the giant track in the poppied valley! + </p> + <p> + It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing force, the same + die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion—and pointing toward + the globes were the claw marks of the four spreading star points. + </p> + <p> + I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids. It seemed to cling to + the rock; it was with effort that I wrenched it away. It gave to the touch + a slight sensation of warmth—how can I describe it?—a warmth + that was living. + </p> + <p> + I weighed it in my hand. It was oddly heavy, twice the weight, I should + say, of platinum. I drew out a glass and examined it. Decidedly the + pyramid was metallic, but of finest, almost silken texture—and I + could not place it among any of the known metals. It certainly was none I + had ever seen; yet it was as certainly metal. It was striated—slender + filaments radiating from tiny, dully lustrous points within the polished + surface. + </p> + <p> + And suddenly I had the weird feeling that each of these points was an eye, + peering up at me, scrutinizing me. There came a startled cry from Dick. + </p> + <p> + “Look at the ring!” + </p> + <p> + The ring was in motion! + </p> + <p> + Faster the cubes moved; faster the circle revolved; the pyramids raised + themselves, stood bolt upright on their square bases; the six rolling + spheres touched them, joined the spinning, and with sleight-of-hand + suddenness the ring drew together; its units coalesced, cubes and pyramids + and globes threading with a curious suggestion of ferment. + </p> + <p> + With the same startling abruptness there stood erect, where but a moment + before they had seethed, a little figure, grotesque; a weirdly humorous, a + vaguely terrifying foot-high shape, squared and angled and pointed and + ANIMATE—as though a child should build from nursery blocks a + fantastic shape which abruptly is filled with throbbing life. + </p> + <p> + A troll from the kindergarten! A kobold of the toys! + </p> + <p> + Only for a second it stood, then began swiftly to change, melting with + quicksilver quickness from one outline into another as square and triangle + and spheres changed places. Their shiftings were like the transformations + one sees within a kaleidoscope. And in each vanishing form was the + suggestion of unfamiliar harmonies, of a subtle, a transcendental + geometric art as though each swift shaping were a symbol, a WORD— + </p> + <p> + Euclid's problems given volition! + </p> + <p> + Geometry endowed with consciousness! + </p> + <p> + It ceased. Then the cubes drew one upon the other until they formed a + pedestal nine inches high; up this pillar rolled the larger globe, + balanced itself upon the top; the five spheres followed it, clustered like + a ring just below it. The other cubes raced up, clicked two by two on the + outer arc of each of the five balls; at the ends of these twin blocks a + pyramid took its place, tipping each with a point. + </p> + <p> + The Lilliputian fantasy was now a pedestal of cubes surmounted by a ring + of globes from which sprang a star of five arms. + </p> + <p> + The spheres began to revolve. Faster and faster they spun around the base + of the crowning globe; the arms became a disc upon which tiny brilliant + sparks appeared, clustered, vanished only to reappear in greater number. + </p> + <p> + The troll swept toward me. It GLIDED. The finger of panic touched me. I + sprang aside, and swift as light it followed, seemed to poise itself to + leap. + </p> + <p> + “Drop it!” It was Ruth's cry. + </p> + <p> + But, before I could let fall the pyramid I had forgotten was in my hand, + the little figure touched me and a paralyzing shock ran through me. My + fingers clenched, locked. I stood, muscle and nerve bound, unable to move. + </p> + <p> + The little figure paused. Its whirling disc shifted from the horizontal + plane on which it spun. It was as though it cocked its head to look up at + me—and again I had the sense of innumerable eyes peering at me. It + did not seem menacing—its attitude was inquisitive, waiting; almost + as though it had asked for something and wondered why I did not let it + have it. The shock still held me rigid, although a tingle in every nerve + told me of returning force. + </p> + <p> + The disc tilted back to place, bent toward me again. I heard a shout; + heard a bullet strike the pigmy that now clearly menaced; heard the bullet + ricochet without the slightest effect upon it. Dick leaped beside me, + raised a foot and kicked at the thing. There was a flash of light and upon + the instant he crashed down as though struck by a giant hand, lay + sprawling and inert upon the floor. + </p> + <p> + There was a scream from Ruth; there was softly sibilant rustling all about + her. I saw her leap the crevice, drop on her knees beside Drake. + </p> + <p> + There was movement on the flagging where she stood. A score or more of + faintly shining, bluish shapes were marching there—pyramids and + cubes and spheres like those forming the shape that stood before me. There + was a curious sharp tang of ozone in the air, a perceptible tightening as + of electrical tension. + </p> + <p> + They swept to the edge of the fissure, swam together, and there, hanging + half over the gap was a bridge, half spanning it, a weird and fairy arch + made up of alternate cube and angle. The shape at my feet disintegrated; + resolved itself into units that raced over to the beckoning span. + </p> + <p> + At the hither side of the crack they clicked into place, even as had the + others. Before me now was a bridge complete except for the one arc near + the middle where an angled gap marred it. + </p> + <p> + I felt the little object I held pulse within my hand, striving to escape. + I dropped it. The tiny shape swept to the bridge, ascended it—dropped + into the gap. + </p> + <p> + The arch was complete—hanging in one flying span over the depths! + </p> + <p> + Upon it, over it, as though they had but awaited this completion, rolled + the six globes. And as they dropped to the farther side the end of the + bridge nearest me raised itself in air, curved itself like a scorpion's + tail, drew itself into a closer circled arc, and dropped upon the floor + beyond. + </p> + <p> + Again the sibilant rustling—and cubes and pyramids and spheres were + gone. + </p> + <p> + Nerves tingling slowly back to life, mazed in absolute bewilderment, my + gaze sought Drake. He was sitting up, feebly, his head supported by Ruth's + hands. + </p> + <p> + “Goodwin!” he whispered. “What—what were they?” + </p> + <p> + “Metal,” I said—it was the only word to which my whirling mind could + cling—“metal—” + </p> + <p> + “Metal!” he echoed. “These things metal? Metal—ALIVE AND THINKING!” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he was silent, his face a page on which, visibly, dread gathered + slowly and ever deeper. + </p> + <p> + And as I looked at Ruth, white-faced, and at him, I knew that my own was + as pallid, as terror-stricken as theirs. + </p> + <p> + “They were such LITTLE THINGS,” muttered Drake. “Such little things—bits + of metal—little globes and pyramids and cubes—just little + THINGS.” + </p> + <p> + “Babes! Only babes!” It was Ruth—“BABES!” + </p> + <p> + “Bits of metal”—Dick's gaze sought mine, held it—“and they + looked for each other, they worked with each other—THINKINGLY, + CONSCIOUSLY—they were deliberate, purposeful—little things—and + with the force of a score of dynamos—living, THINKING—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't!” Ruth laid white hands over his eyes. “Don't—don't YOU be + frightened!” + </p> + <p> + “Frightened?” he echoed. “I'M not afraid—yes, I AM afraid—” + </p> + <p> + He arose, stiffly—and stumbled toward me. + </p> + <p> + Afraid? Drake afraid. Well—so was I. Bitterly, TERRIBLY afraid. + </p> + <p> + For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, ruined chamber was + outside all experience, beyond all knowledge or dream of science. Not + their shapes—that was nothing. Not even that, being metal, they had + moved. + </p> + <p> + But that being metal, they had moved consciously, thoughtfully, + deliberately. + </p> + <p> + They were metal things with—MINDS! + </p> + <p> + That—that was the incredible, the terrifying thing. That—and + their power. + </p> + <p> + Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb—and thinking. The lightnings + incarnate in metal minacules—and thinking. + </p> + <p> + The inert, the immobile, given volition, movement, cognoscence—thinking. + </p> + <p> + Metal with a brain! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. THE SMITING THING + </h2> + <p> + Silently we looked at each other, and silently we passed out of the + courtyard. The dread was heavy upon me. The twilight was stealing upon the + close-clustered peaks. Another hour, and their amethyst-and-purple mantles + would drop upon them; snowfields and glaciers sparkle out in irised + beauty; nightfall. + </p> + <p> + As I gazed upon them I wondered to what secret place within their brooding + immensities the little metal mysteries had fled. And to what myriads, it + might be, of their kind? And these hidden hordes—of what shapes were + they? Of what powers? Small like these, or—or— + </p> + <p> + Quick on the screen of my mind flashed two pictures, side by side—the + little four-rayed print in the great dust of the crumbling ruin and its + colossal twin on the breast of the poppied valley. + </p> + <p> + I turned aside, crept through the shattered portal and looked over the + haunted hollow. + </p> + <p> + Unbelieving, I rubbed my eyes; then leaped to the very brim of the bowl. + </p> + <p> + A lark had risen from the roof of one of the shattered heaps and had flown + caroling up into the shadowy sky. + </p> + <p> + A flock of the little willow warblers flung themselves across the valley, + scolding and gossiping; a hare sat upright in the middle of the ancient + roadway. + </p> + <p> + The valley itself lay serenely under the ambering light, smiling, peaceful—emptied + of horror! + </p> + <p> + I dropped over the side, walked cautiously down the road up which but an + hour or so before we had struggled so desperately; paced farther and + farther with an increasing confidence and a growing wonder. + </p> + <p> + Gone was that soul of loneliness; vanished the whirlpool of despair that + had striven to drag us down to death. + </p> + <p> + The bowl was nothing but a quiet, smiling lovely little hollow in the + hills. I looked back. Even the ruins had lost their sinister shape; were + time-worn, crumbling piles—nothing more. + </p> + <p> + I saw Ruth and Drake run out upon the ledge and beckon me; made my way + back to them, running. + </p> + <p> + “It's all right,” I shouted. “The place is all right.” + </p> + <p> + I stumbled up the side; joined them. + </p> + <p> + “It's empty,” I cried. “Get Martin and Chiu-Ming quick! While the way's + open—” + </p> + <p> + A rifle-shot rang out above us; another and another. From the portal + scampered Chiu-Ming, his robe tucked up about his knees. + </p> + <p> + “They come!” he gasped. “They come!” + </p> + <p> + There was a flashing of spears high up the winding mountain path. Down it + was pouring an avalanche of men. I caught the glint of helmets and + corselets. Those in the van were mounted, galloping two abreast upon + sure-footed mountain ponies. Their short swords, lifted high, flickered. + </p> + <p> + After the horsemen swarmed foot soldiers, a forest of shining points and + dully gleaming pikes above them. Clearly to us came their battlecries. + </p> + <p> + Again Ventnor's rifle cracked. One of the foremost riders went down; + another stumbled over him, fell. The rush was checked for an instant, + milling upon the road. + </p> + <p> + “Dick,” I cried, “rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. We'll follow. We can + hold them there. I'll get Martin. Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick.” + </p> + <p> + I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by side the Chinaman and + I ran back through the gateway. I pointed to the animal and rushed back + into the fortress. + </p> + <p> + “Quick, Mart!” I shouted up the shattered stairway. “We can get through + the hollow. Ruth and Drake are on their way to the break we came through. + Hurry!” + </p> + <p> + “All right. Just a minute,” he called. + </p> + <p> + I heard him empty his magazine with almost machine-gun quickness. There + was a short pause, and down the broken steps he leaped, gray eyes blazing. + </p> + <p> + “The pony?” He ran beside me toward the portal. “All my ammunition is on + him.” + </p> + <p> + “Chiu-Ming's taking care of that,” I gasped. + </p> + <p> + We darted out of the gateway. A good five hundred yards away were Ruth and + Drake, running straight to the green tunnel's mouth. Between them and us + was Chiu-Ming urging on the pony. + </p> + <p> + As we sped after him I looked back. The horsemen had recovered, were now a + scant half-mile from where the road swept past the fortress. I saw that + with their swords the horsemen bore great bows. A little cloud of arrows + sparkled from them; fell far short. + </p> + <p> + “Don't look back,” grunted Ventnor. “Stretch yourself, Walter. There's a + surprise coming. Hope to God I judged the time right.” + </p> + <p> + We turned off the ruined way; raced over the sward. + </p> + <p> + “If it looks as though—we can't make it,” he panted, “YOU beat it + after the rest. I'll try to hold 'em until you get into the tunnel. Never + do for 'em to get Ruth.” + </p> + <p> + “Right.” My own breathing was growing labored, “WE'LL hold them. Drake can + take care of Ruth.” + </p> + <p> + “Good boy,” he said. “I wouldn't have asked you. It probably means death.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” I gasped, irritated. “But why borrow trouble?” + </p> + <p> + He reached out, touched me. + </p> + <p> + “You're right, Walter,” he grinned. “It does—seem—like + carrying coals—to Newcastle.” + </p> + <p> + There was a thunderous booming behind us; a shattering crash. A cloud of + smoke and dust hung over the northern end of the ruined fortress. + </p> + <p> + It lifted swiftly, and I saw that the whole side of the structure had + fallen, littering the road with its fragments. Scattered prone among these + were men and horses; others staggered, screaming. On the farther side of + this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters behind a sudden + fallen tree. + </p> + <p> + “Timed to a second!” cried Ventnor. “Hold 'em for a while. Fuses and + dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right on 'em, by the Lord!” + </p> + <p> + On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth and Dick less than + half a mile from the opening of the green tunnel. I saw Drake stop, raise + his rifle, empty it before him, and, holding Ruth by the hand, race back + toward us. + </p> + <p> + Even as he turned, the vine-screened entrance through which we had come, + through which we had thought lay safety, streamed other armored men. We + were outflanked. + </p> + <p> + “To the fissure!” shouted Ventnor. Drake heard, for he changed his course + to the crevice at whose mouth Ruth had said the—Little Things—had + lain. + </p> + <p> + After him streaked Chiu-Ming, urging on the pony. Shouting out of the + tunnel, down over the lip of the bowl, leaped the soldiers. We dropped + upon our knees, sent shot after shot into them. They fell back, hesitated. + We sprang up, sped on. + </p> + <p> + All too short was the check, but once more we held them—and again. + </p> + <p> + Now Ruth and Dick were a scant fifty yards from the crevice. I saw him + stop, push her from him toward it. She shook her head. + </p> + <p> + Now Chiu-Ming was with them. Ruth sprang to the pony, lifted from its back + a rifle. Then into the mass of their pursuers Drake and she poured a + fusillade. They huddled, wavered, broke for cover. + </p> + <p> + “A chance!” gasped Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + Behind us was a wolflike yelping. The first pack had re-formed; had + crossed the barricade the dynamite had made; was rushing upon us. + </p> + <p> + I ran as I had never known I could. Over us whined the bullets from the + covering guns. Close were we now to the mouth of the fissure. If we could + but reach it. Close, close were our pursuers, too—the arrows closer. + </p> + <p> + “No use!” said Ventnor. “We can't make it. Meet 'em from the front. Drop—and + shoot.” + </p> + <p> + We threw ourselves down, facing them. There came a triumphant shouting. + And in that strange sharpening of the senses that always goes hand in hand + with deadly peril, that is indeed nature's summoning of every reserve to + meet that peril, my eyes took them in with photographic nicety—the + linked mail, lacquered blue and scarlet, of the horsemen; brown, padded + armor of the footmen; their bows and javelins and short bronze swords, + their pikes and shields; and under their round helmets their cruel, + bearded faces—white as our own where the black beards did not cover + them; their fierce and mocking eyes. + </p> + <p> + The springs of ancient Persia's long dead power, these. Men of Xerxes's + ruthless, world-conquering hordes; the lustful, ravening wolves of Darius + whom Alexander scattered—in this world of ours twenty centuries + beyond their time! + </p> + <p> + Swiftly, accurately, even as I scanned them, we had been drilling into + them. They advanced deliberately, heedless of their fallen. Their arrows + had ceased to fly. I wondered why, for now we were well within their + range. Had they orders to take us alive—at whatever cost to + themselves? + </p> + <p> + “I've got only about ten cartridges left, Martin,” I told him. + </p> + <p> + “We've saved Ruth anyway,” he said. “Drake ought to be able to hold that + hole in the wall. He's got lots of ammunition on the pony. But they've got + us.” + </p> + <p> + Another wild shouting; down swept the pack. + </p> + <p> + We leaped to our feet, sent our last bullets into them; stood ready, + rifles clubbed to meet the rush. I heard Ruth scream— + </p> + <p> + What was the matter with the armored men? Why had they halted? What was it + at which they were glaring over our heads? And why had the rifle fire of + Ruth and Drake ceased so abruptly? + </p> + <p> + Simultaneously we turned. + </p> + <p> + Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, a + woman—beautiful, awesome, incredible! + </p> + <p> + She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils + of pale amber, she seemed taller even than tall Drake. Yet it was not her + height that sent through me the thrill of awe, of half incredulous terror + which, relaxing my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor was it + that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled and pennoned + like a misty banner of woven copper flames—no, nor that through her + veils her body gleamed faint radiance. + </p> + <p> + It was her eyes—her great, wide eyes whose clear depths were like + pools of living star fires. They shone from her white face—not + phosphorescent, not merely lucent and light reflecting, but as though they + themselves were SOURCES of the cold white flames of far stars—and as + calm as those stars themselves. + </p> + <p> + And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish nothing but the + eyes, I sensed something unearthly. + </p> + <p> + “God!” whispered Ventnor. “What IS she?” + </p> + <p> + The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from her were Ruth and + Drake and Chiu-Ming, their rigid attitudes revealing the same shock of awe + that had momentarily paralyzed me. + </p> + <p> + She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, + Chiu-Ming hang back. The great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She + raised a hand, motioned us to approach. + </p> + <p> + I turned. There stood the host that had poured down the mountain road, + horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen—a full thousand of them. At my right + were the scattered company that had come from the tunnel entrance, + threescore or more. + </p> + <p> + There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, like automatons, + only their fiercely staring eyes showing that they were alive. + </p> + <p> + “Quick,” breathed Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + We ran toward her who had checked death even while its jaws were closing + upon us. + </p> + <p> + Before we had gone half-way, as though our flight had broken whatever + bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a wild shouting, a + clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in + motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as yet—but I knew that soon + that hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down upon us, engulf us. + </p> + <p> + “To the crevice,” I shouted to Drake. He paid no heed to me, nor did Ruth—their + gaze fastened upon the swathed woman. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor's hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown up + her head. The cloudy METALLIC hair billowed as though wind had blown it. + </p> + <p> + From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly + disquieting, golden and sweet—and laden with the eery, minor + wailings of the blue valley's night, the dragoned chamber. + </p> + <p> + Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of + the crevice score upon score of the metal things. The fissures vomited + them! + </p> + <p> + Globes and cubes and pyramids—not small like those of the ruins, but + shapes all of four feet high, dully lustrous, and deep within that luster + the myriads of tiny points of light like unwinking, staring eyes. + </p> + <p> + They swirled, eddied and formed a barricade between us and the armored + men. + </p> + <p> + Down upon them poured a shower of arrows from the soldiers. I heard the + shouts of their captains; they rushed. They had courage—those men—yes! + </p> + <p> + Again came the woman's cry—golden, peremptory. + </p> + <p> + Sphere and block and pyramid ran together, seemed to seethe. I had again + that sense of a quicksilver melting. Up from them thrust a thick + rectangular column. Eight feet in width and twenty feet high, it shaped + itself. Out from its left side, from right side, sprang arms—fearful + arms that grew and grew as globe and cube and angle raced up the column's + side and clicked into place each upon, each after, the other. With magical + quickness the arms lengthened. + </p> + <p> + Before us stood a monstrous shape; a geometric prodigy. A shining angled + pillar that, though rigid, immobile, seemed to crouch, be instinct with + living force striving to be unleashed. + </p> + <p> + Two great globes surmounted it—like the heads of some two-faced + Janus of an alien world. + </p> + <p> + At the left and right the knobbed arms, now fully fifty feet in length, + writhed, twisted, straightened; flexing themselves in grotesque imitation + of a boxer. And at the end of each of the six arms the spheres were + clustered thick, studded with the pyramids—again in gigantic, awful, + parody of the spiked gloves of those ancient gladiators who fought for + imperial Nero. + </p> + <p> + For an instant it stood here, preening, testing itself like an athlete—a + chimera, amorphous yet weirdly symmetric—under the darkening sky, in + the green of the hollow, the armored hosts frozen before it— + </p> + <p> + And then—it struck! + </p> + <p> + Out flashed two of the arms, with a glancing motion, with appalling force. + They sliced into the close-packed forward ranks of the armored men; cut + out of them two great gaps. + </p> + <p> + Sickened, I saw fragments of man and horse fly. Another arm javelined from + its place like a flying snake, clicked at the end of another, became a + hundred-foot chain which swirled like a flail through the huddling mass. + Down upon a knot of the soldiers with a straight-forward blow drove a + third arm, driving through them like a giant punch. + </p> + <p> + All that host which had driven us from the ruins threw down sword, spear, + and pike; fled shrieking. The horsemen spurred their mounts, riding + heedless over the footmen who fled with them. + </p> + <p> + The Smiting Thing seemed to watch them go with—AMUSEMENT! + </p> + <p> + Before they could cover a hundred yards it had disintegrated. I heard the + little wailing sounds—then behind the fleeing men, close behind + them, rose the angled pillar; into place sprang the flexing arms, and + again it took its toll of them. + </p> + <p> + They scattered, running singly, by twos, in little groups, for the sides + of the valley. They were like rats scampering in panic over the bottom of + a great green bowl. And like a monstrous cat the shape played with them—yes, + PLAYED. + </p> + <p> + It melted once more—took new form. Where had been pillar and + flailing arms was now a tripod thirty feet high, its legs alternate globe + and cube and upon its apex a wide and spinning ring of sparkling spheres. + Out from the middle of this ring stretched a tentacle—writhing, + undulating like a serpent of steel, four score yards at least in length. + </p> + <p> + At its end cube, globe and pyramid had mingled to form a huge trident. + With the three long prongs of this trident the thing struck, swiftly, with + fearful precision—JOYOUSLY—tining those who fled, forking + them, tossing them from its points high in air. + </p> + <p> + It was, I think, that last touch of sheer horror, the playfulness of the + Smiting Thing, that sent my dry tongue to the roof of my terror-parched + mouth, and held open with monstrous fascination eyes that struggled to + close. + </p> + <p> + Ever the armored men fled from it, and ever was it swifter than they, + teetering at their heels on its tripod legs. + </p> + <p> + From half its length the darting snake streamed red rain. + </p> + <p> + I heard a sigh from Ruth; wrested my gaze from the hollow; turned. She lay + fainting in Drake's arms. + </p> + <p> + Beside the two the swathed woman stood, looking out upon that slaughter, + calm and still, shrouded with an unearthly tranquillity—viewing it, + it came to me, with eyes impersonal, cold, indifferent as the untroubled + stars which look down upon hurricane and earthquake in this world of ours. + </p> + <p> + There was a rushing of many feet at our left; a wail from Chiu-Ming. Were + they maddened by fear, driven by despair, determined to slay before they + themselves were slain? I do not know. But those who still lived of the men + from the tunnel mouth were charging us. + </p> + <p> + They clustered close, their shields held before them. They had no bows, + these men. They moved swiftly down upon us in silence—swords and + pikes gleaming. + </p> + <p> + The Smiting Thing rocked toward us, the metal tentacle straining out like + a rigid, racing serpent, flying to cut between its weird mistress and + those who menaced her. + </p> + <p> + I heard Chiu-Ming scream; saw him throw up his hands, cover his eyes—run + straight upon the pikes! + </p> + <p> + “Chiu-Ming!” I shouted. “Chiu-Ming! This way!” + </p> + <p> + I ran toward him. Before I had gone five paces Ventnor flashed by me, + revolver spitting. I saw a spear thrown. It struck the Chinaman squarely + in the breast. He tottered—fell upon his knees. + </p> + <p> + Even as he dropped, the giant flail swept down upon the soldiers. It swept + through them like a scythe through ripe grain. It threw them, broken and + torn, far toward the valley's sloping sides. It left only fragments that + bore no semblance to men. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor was at Chiu-Ming's head; I dropped beside him. There was a crimson + froth upon his lips. + </p> + <p> + “I thought that Shin-Je was about to slay us,” he whispered. “Fear blinded + me.” + </p> + <p> + His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still. + </p> + <p> + We arose, looked about us dazedly. At the side of the crevice stood the + woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his arms about Ruth, her head hidden + on his breast. + </p> + <p> + The valley was empty—save for the huddled heaps that dotted it. + </p> + <p> + High up on the mountain path a score of figures crept, all that were left + of those who but a little before had streamed down to take us captive or + to slay. High up in the darkening heavens the lammergeiers, the winged + scavengers of the Himalayas, were gathering. + </p> + <p> + The woman lifted her hand, beckoned us once more. Slowly we walked toward + her, stood before her. The great clear eyes searched us—but no more + intently than our own wondering eyes did her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. NORHALA OF THE LIGHTNINGS + </h2> + <p> + We looked upon a vision of loveliness such, I think, as none has beheld + since Trojan Helen was a maid. At first all I could note were the eyes, + clear as rain-washed April skies, crystal clear as some secret spring + sacred to crescented Diana. Their wide gray irises were flecked with + golden amber and sapphire—flecks that shone like clusters of little + aureate and azure stars. + </p> + <p> + Then with a strange thrill of wonder I saw that these tiny constellations + were not in the irises alone; that they clustered even within the pupils—deep + within them, like far-flung stars in the depths of velvety, midnight + heavens. + </p> + <p> + Whence had come those cold fires that had flared from them, I wondered—more + menacing, far more menacing, in their cold tranquillity than the hot + flames of wrath? These eyes were not perilous—no. Calm they were and + still—yet in them a shadow of interest flickered; a ghost of + friendliness smiled. + </p> + <p> + Above them were level, delicately penciled brows of bronze. The lips were + coral crimson and—asleep. Sweet were those lips as ever master + painter, dreaming his dream of the very soul of woman's sweetness, saw in + vision and limned upon his canvas—and asleep, nor wistful for + awakening. + </p> + <p> + A proud, straight nose; a broad low brow, and over it the masses of the + tendriling tresses—tawny, lustrous topaz, cloudy, METALLIC. Like + spun silk of ruddy copper; and misty as the wisps of cloud that Soul'tze, + Goddess of Sleep, sets in the skies of dawn to catch the wandering dreams + of lovers. + </p> + <p> + Down from the wondrous face melted the rounded column of her throat to + merge into exquisite curves of shoulders and breasts, half revealed + beneath the swathing veils. + </p> + <p> + But upon that face, within her eyes, kissing her red lips and clothing her + breasts, was something unearthly. + </p> + <p> + Something that came straight out of the still mysteries of the star-filled + spaces; out of the ordered, the untroubled, the illimitable void. + </p> + <p> + A passionless spirit that watched over the human passion in the scarlet + mouth, in every slumbering, sculptured line of her—guarding her + against its awakening. + </p> + <p> + Twilight calm dropping down from the sun sleep to still the restless + mountain tarn. Ishtar dreamlessly asleep within Nirvana. + </p> + <p> + Something not of this world we know—and yet of it as the winds of + the Cosmos are to the summer breeze, the ocean to the wave, the lightnings + to the glowworm. + </p> + <p> + “She isn't—human,” I heard Ventnor whispering at my ear. “Look at + her eyes; look at the skin of her—” + </p> + <p> + Her skin was white as milk of pearls; gossamer fine, silken and creamy; + translucent as though a soft brilliancy dwelt within it. Beside it Ruth's + fair skin was like some sun-and-wind-roughened country lass's to + Titania's. + </p> + <p> + She studied us as though she were seeing for the first time beings of her + own kind. She spoke—and her voice was elfin distant, chimingly sweet + like hidden little golden bells; filled with that tranquil, far off spirit + that was part of her—as though indeed a tiny golden chime should + ring out from the silences, speak for them, find tongues for them. The + words were hesitating, halting as though the lips that uttered them found + speech strange—as strange as the clear eyes found our images. + </p> + <p> + And the words were Persian—purest, most ancient Persian. + </p> + <p> + “I am Norhala,” the golden voice chimed forth, whispered down into + silence. “I am Norhala.” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head impatiently. A hand stole forth from beneath her veils, + slender, long-fingered with nails like rosy pearls; above the wrist was + coiled a golden dragon with wicked little crimson eyes. The slender white + hand touched Ruth's head, turned it until the strange, flecked orbs looked + directly into the misty ones of blue. + </p> + <p> + Long they gazed—and deep. Then she who had named herself Norhala + thrust out a finger, touched the tear that hung upon Ruth's curled lashes, + regarded it wonderingly. + </p> + <p> + Something of recognition, of memory, seemed to awaken within her. + </p> + <p> + “You are—troubled?” she asked with that halting effort. + </p> + <p> + Ruth shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “THEY—do not trouble you?” + </p> + <p> + She pointed to the huddled heaps strewing the hollow. And then I saw + whence the light which had streamed from her great eyes came. For the + little azure and golden stars paled, trembled, then flashed out like + galaxies of tiny, clustered silver suns. + </p> + <p> + From that weird radiance Ruth shrank, affrighted. + </p> + <p> + “No—no,” she gasped. “I weep for—HIM.” + </p> + <p> + She pointed where Chiu-Ming lay, a brown blotch at the edge of the + shattered men. + </p> + <p> + “For—him?” There was puzzlement in the faint voice. “For—that? + But why?” + </p> + <p> + She looked at Chiu-Ming—and I knew that to her the sight of the + crumpled form carried no recognition of the human, nothing of kin to her. + There was a faint wonder in her eyes, no longer light-filled, when at last + she turned back to us. Long she considered us. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” she broke the silence, “now something stirs within me that it seems + has long been sleeping. It bids me take you with me. Come!” + </p> + <p> + Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice. We looked at each + other, seeking council, decision. + </p> + <p> + “Chiu-Ming,” Drake spoke. “We can't leave him like that. At least let's + cover him from the vultures.” + </p> + <p> + “Come.” The woman had reached the mouth of the fissure. + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid! Oh, Martin—I'm afraid.” Ruth reached little trembling + hands to her tall brother. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” Norhala called again. There was an echo of harshness, a clanging, + peremptory and inexorable, in the chiming. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “Come, then,” he said. + </p> + <p> + With one last look at the Chinese, the lammergeiers already circling about + him, we walked to the crevice. Norhala waited, silent, brooding until we + passed her; then glided behind us. + </p> + <p> + Before we had gone ten paces I saw that the place was no fissure. It was a + tunnel, a passage hewn by human hands, its walls covered with the writhing + dragon lines, its roof the mountain. + </p> + <p> + The swathed woman swept by us. Swiftly we followed her. Far, far ahead was + a wan gleaming. It quivered, a faintly shimmering, ghostly curtain, a full + mile away. + </p> + <p> + Now it was close; we passed through it and were out of the tunnel. Before + us stretched a narrow gorge, a sword slash in the body of the towering + giant under whose feet the tunnel crept. High above was the ribbon of the + sky. + </p> + <p> + The sides were dark, but it came to me that here were no trees, no verdure + of any kind. Its floor was strewn with boulders, fantastically shaped, + almost indistinguishable in the fast closing dark. + </p> + <p> + Twin monoliths bulwarked the passage end; the gigantic stones were + leaning, crumbling. Fissures radiated from the opening, like deep wrinkles + in the rock, showing where earth warping, range pressure, had long been + working to close this hewn way. + </p> + <p> + “Stop,” Norhala's abrupt, golden note halted us; and again through the + clear eyes I saw the white starshine flash. + </p> + <p> + “It may be well—” She spoke as though to herself. “It may be well to + close this way. It is not needed—” + </p> + <p> + Her voice rang out again, vibrant, strangely disquieting, harmonious. + Murmurous chanting it was at first, rhythmic and low; ripples and + flutings, tones and progressions utterly unknown to me; unfamiliar, + abrupt, and alien themes that kept returning, droppings of crystal-clear + jewels of sound, golden tollings—and all ordered, mathematical, + GEOMETRIC, even as had been the gestures of the shapes; Lilliputians of + the ruins, Brobdignagian of the haunted hollow. + </p> + <p> + What was it? I had it—IT WAS THOSE GESTURES TRANSFORMED INTO SOUND! + </p> + <p> + There was a movement down by the tunnel mouth. It grew more rapid, seemed + to vibrate with her song. Within the darkness there were little flashes; + glimmerings of light began to come and go—like little awakenings of + eyes of soft, jeweled flames, like giant gorgeous fireflies; flashes of + cloudy amber, gleam of rose, sparkles of diamonds and of opals, of + emeralds and of rubies—blinking, gleaming. + </p> + <p> + A shimmering mist drew down around them—a swift and swirling mist. + It thickened, was shot with slender shuttled threads like cobweb, + coruscating strands of light. + </p> + <p> + The shining threads grew thicker, pulsed, were spangled with tiny vivid + sparklings. They ran together, condensed—and all this in an instant, + in a tenth of the time it takes me to write it. + </p> + <p> + From fiery mist and gemmed flashes came bolt upon bolt of lightning. The + cliff face leaped out, a cataract of green flame. The fissures widened, + the monoliths trembled, fell. + </p> + <p> + In the wake of that dazzling brilliancy came utter blackness. I opened my + blinded eyes; slowly the flecks of green fire cleared. A faint lambency + still clung to the cliff. By it I saw that the tunnel's mouth had + vanished, had been sealed—where it had gaped were only tons of + shattered rock. + </p> + <p> + Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something grazed my hand, + something whose touch was like that of warm metal—but metal + throbbing with life. They rushed by—and whispered down into silence. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous shape in the + darkness. Swiftly we followed. I found Ruth beside me; felt her hand grip + my wrist. + </p> + <p> + “Walter,” she whispered, “Walter—she isn't human!” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” I muttered. “Nonsense, Ruth. What do you think she is—a + goddess, a spirit of the Himalayas? She's as human as you or I.” + </p> + <p> + “No.” Even in the darkness I could sense the stubborn shake of her curly + head. “Not all human. Or how could she have commanded those things? Or + have summoned the lightnings that blasted the tunnel's mouth? And her skin + and hair—they're too WONDERFUL, Walter. + </p> + <p> + “Why, she makes me look—look coarse. And the light that hovers about + her—why, it is by that light we are making our way. And when she + touched me—I—I glowed—all through. + </p> + <p> + “Human, yes—but there is something else in her—something + stronger than humanness, something that—makes it sleep!” she added + astonishingly. + </p> + <p> + The ground was level as a dancing floor. We followed the enigmatic glow—emanation, + it seemed to me—from Norhala which was as a light for us to follow + within the darkness. The high ribbon of sky had vanished—seemed to + be overcast, for I could see no stars. + </p> + <p> + Within the darkness I began again to sense faint movement; soft stirring + all about us. I had the feeling that on each side and behind us moved an + invisible host. + </p> + <p> + “There's something moving all about us—going with us,” Ruth echoed + my thought. + </p> + <p> + “It's the wind,” I said, and paused—for there was no wind. + </p> + <p> + From the blackness before us came a succession of curious, muffled + clickings, like a smothered mitrailleuse. The luminescence that clothed + Norhala brightened, deepening the darkness. + </p> + <p> + “Cross!” + </p> + <p> + She pointed into the void ahead; then, as we started forward, thrust out a + hand to Ruth, held her back. Drake and Ventnor drew close to them, + questioningly, anxious. But I stepped forward, out of the dim gleaming. + </p> + <p> + Before me were two cubes; one I judged in that uncertain light to be six + feet high, the other half its bulk. From them a shaft of pale-blue + phosphorescence pierced the murk. They stood, the smaller pressed against + the side of the larger, for all the world like a pair of immense nursery + blocks, placed like steps by some giant child. + </p> + <p> + As my eyes swept over them, I saw that the shining shaft was an unbroken + span of cubes; not multi-arched like the Lilliputian bridge of the dragon + chamber, but flat and running out over an abyss that gaped at my very + feet. All of a hundred feet they stretched; a slender, lustrous girder + crossing unguessed depths of gloom. From far, far below came the faint + whisper of rushing waters. + </p> + <p> + I faltered. For these were the blocks that had formed the body of the + monster of the hollow, its flailing arms. The thing that had played so + murderously with the armored men. + </p> + <p> + And now had shaped itself into this anchored, quiescent bridge. + </p> + <p> + “Do not fear.” It was the woman speaking, softly, as one would reassure a + child. “Ascend. Cross. They obey me.” + </p> + <p> + I stepped firmly upon the first block, climbed to the second. The span + stretched, sharp edged, smooth, only a slender, shimmering line revealing + where each great cube held fast to the other. + </p> + <p> + I walked at first slowly, then with ever-increasing confidence, for up + from the surface streamed a guiding, a holding force, that was like a host + of little invisible hands, steadying me, keeping firm my feet. I looked + down; the myriads of enigmatic eyes were staring, staring up at me from + deep within. They fascinated me; I felt my pace slowing; a vertigo seized + me. Resolutely I dragged my gaze up and ahead; marched on. + </p> + <p> + From the depths came more clearly the sound of the waters. Now there were + but a few feet more of the bridge before me. I reached its end, dropped my + feet over, felt them touch a smaller cube, and descended. + </p> + <p> + Over the span came Ventnor. He was leading his laden pony. He had bandaged + its eyes so that it could not look upon the narrow way it was treading. + And close behind, a hand resting reassuringly upon its flank, strode + Drake, swinging along carelessly. The little beast ambled along serenely, + sure-footed as all its mountain kind, and docile to darkness and guidance. + </p> + <p> + Then, an arm about Ruth, floated Norhala. Now she was beside us; dropped + her arm from Ruth; glided past us. On for a hundred yards or more we went, + and then she drew us a little toward the unseen canyon wall. + </p> + <p> + She stood before us, shielding us. One golden call she sent. + </p> + <p> + I looked back into the darkness. Something like an enormous, dimly + shimmering rod was raising itself. Higher it rose and higher. Now it + stood, upright, a slender towering pillar, a gigantic slim figure whose + tip pointed a full hundred feet in the air. + </p> + <p> + Then slowly it inclined itself toward us; drew closer, closer to the + ground; touched and lay there for an instant inert. Abruptly it vanished. + </p> + <p> + But well I knew what I had seen. The span over which we had passed had + raised itself even as had the baby bridge of the fortress; had lifted + itself across the chasm and dropping itself upon the hither verge had + disintegrated into its units; was following us. + </p> + <p> + A bridge of metal that could build itself—and break itself. A + thinking, conscious metal bridge! A metal bridge with volition—with + mind—that was following us. + </p> + <p> + There sighed from behind a soft, sustained wailing; rapidly it neared us. + A wanly glimmering shape drew by; halted. It was like a rigid serpent cut + from a gigantic square bar of cold blue steel. + </p> + <p> + Its head was a pyramid, a tetrahedron; its length vanished in the further + darkness. The head raised itself, the blocks that formed its neck + separating into open wedges like a Brobdignagian replica of those jointed, + fantastic, little painted reptiles the Japanese toy-makers cut from wood. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to regard us—mockingly. The pointed head dropped—past + us streamed the body. Upon it other pyramids clustered—like the + spikes that guarded the back of the nightmare Brontosaurus. Its end came + swiftly into sight—its tail another pyramid twin to its head. + </p> + <p> + It FLIRTED by—gaily; vanished. + </p> + <p> + I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow—and it did not + need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well as in UNITS. Move + intelligently, consciously—as the Smiting Thing had moved. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we fell in behind her. + Looking up I caught the friendly sparkle of a star; knew the cleft was + widening. + </p> + <p> + The star points grew thicker. We stepped out into a valley small as that + hollow from which we had fled; ringed like it with heaven-touching + summits. I could see clearly. The place was suffused with a soft radiance + as though into it the far, bright stars were pouring all their rays, + filling it as a cup with their pale flames. + </p> + <p> + It was luminous as the Alaskan valleys when on white arctic nights they + are lighted, the Athabascans believe, by the gleaming spears of hunting + gods. The walls of the valley seemed to be drawn back into infinite + distances. + </p> + <p> + The shimmering mists that had nimbused Norhala had vanished—or + merging into the wan gleaming had become one with it. + </p> + <p> + I stared straight at her, striving to clarify in my own clouded thought + what it was that I had sensed as inhuman—never of OUR world or its + peoples. Yet this conviction came not because of the light that had + hovered about her, nor of her summonings of the lightnings; nor even of + her control of those—things—which had smitten the armored men + and spanned for us the abyss. + </p> + <p> + All of that I was certain lay in the domain of the explicable, could be + resolved into normality once the basic facts were gained. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, I knew. Side by side with what we term the human there dwelt + within this woman an actual consciousness foreign to earth, passionless, + at least as we know passion, ordered, mathematical—an emanation of + the eternal law which guides the circling stars. + </p> + <p> + This it was that had moved in the gestures which had evoked the + lightnings. This it was that had spoken in the song which were those + gestures transformed into sound. This it was that something greater than + my consciousness knew and accepted. + </p> + <p> + Something which shared, no—that reigned, serene and untroubled, upon + the throne of her mind; something utterly UNCOMPREHENDING, utterly + unconscious OF, cosmically blind TO all human emotion; that spread itself + like a veil over her own consciousness; that PLATED her thought—that + was a strange word—why had it come to me—something that had + set its mark upon her like—like—the gigantic claw print on the + poppied field, the little print of the dragoned hall. + </p> + <p> + I caught at my mind, whirling I thought then in the grip of fantasy; + strove by taking minute note of her to bring myself back to normal. + </p> + <p> + Her veils had slipped from her, baring her neck, her arms, the right + shoulder. Under the smooth throat a buckle of dull gold held the sheer, + diaphanous folds of the pale amber silk which swathed the high and rounded + breasts, hiding no goddess curve of them. + </p> + <p> + A wide and golden girdle clasped the waist, covered the rounded hips and + thighs. The long, narrow, and high-arched feet were shod with golden + sandals, laced just below the rounded knees with flat turquoise studded + bands. + </p> + <p> + And shining through the amber folds, as glowing above them, the miracle of + her body. + </p> + <p> + The dream of master sculptor given life. A goddess of earth's youth reborn + in Himalayan wilds. + </p> + <p> + She raised her eyes; broke the long silence. + </p> + <p> + “Now being with you,” she said dreamily, “there waken within me old + thoughts, old wisdom, old questioning—all that I had forgotten and + thought forgotten forever—” + </p> + <p> + The golden voice died—she who had spoken was gone from us, like the + fading out of a phantom; like the breaking of a film. + </p> + <p> + A flicker shot over the skies, another and another. A brilliant ray of + intense green like that of a distant searchlight swept to the zenith, hung + for a moment and withdrew. Up came pouring the lances and the streamers of + the aurora; faster and faster, banners and slender shining spears of green + and iridescent blues and smoky, glistening reds. + </p> + <p> + The valley sprang into full view. + </p> + <p> + I felt Ventnor's grip upon my wrist. I followed his pointing finger. Into + the valley from the right ran a black spur of rock, half a mile from us, + fifty feet high. + </p> + <p> + Upon its crest stood—Norhala! + </p> + <p> + Her arms were lifted to the sparkling sky; her braids were loosened—and + as the fires of the aurora rose and fell, raced and were still, the silken + cloud of her tresses swirled and eddied with them. Little clouds of + coruscations danced gaily like fireflies about and through it. + </p> + <p> + And all her bared body was outlined in living light, glowed and throbbed + with light—light filled her like a vessel, she bathed in it. She + thrust arms through the streaming, flaming locks; held them out from her, + prisoned. She swayed slowly, rhythmically; like a faint, golden chiming + came the echo of her song. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly around her, half circling her on the black spur, gleamed myriads + of gem fires. Flares and flames of pale emerald, steady glowing of flame + rubies, glints and lambencies of deepest sapphire, of wan sapphire, + flickering opalescences, irised glitterings. A moment they gleamed. Then + from them came bolt upon bolt of lightning—lightning that darted + upon the lovely shape swaying there; lightnings that fell upon her, broke + and dashed, cascading, from her radiant body. + </p> + <p> + The lightnings bathed her—she bathed in them. + </p> + <p> + The skies were covered by a swift mist. The aurora was veiled. + </p> + <p> + The valley filled with a palely shimmering radiance which dropped like + veils upon it, hiding all within it. Hiding within fold upon luminous fold—Norhala! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE SHAPES IN THE MIST + </h2> + <h3> + Mutely we faced each other, white and wan in the ghostly light. + </h3> + <p> + The valley was very still; as silent as though sound had been withdrawn + from it. The shimmering radiance suffusing it had thickened perceptibly; + hovered over the valley floor faintly sparkling mists; hid it. + </p> + <p> + Like a shroud was that silence. Beneath it my mind struggled, its unease, + its forebodings growing ever stronger. Silently we repacked the + saddlebags; girthed the pony; silently we waited for Norhala's return. + </p> + <p> + Idly I had noted that the place on which we stood must be raised above the + level of the vale. Up toward us the gathering mists had been steadily + rising; still was their wavering crest a half score feet below us. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly out of their dim nebulosity a faintly phosphorescent square + broke. It lifted, slowly; then swept, a dully lustrous six-foot cube, up + the slope and came to rest almost at our feet. It dwelt there; + contemplated us from its myriads of deep-set, sparkling striations. + </p> + <p> + In its wake swam, one by one, six others—their tops raising from the + vapors like the first, watchfully; like shimmering backs of sea monsters; + like turrets of fantastic angled submarines from phosphorescent seas. One + by one they skimmed swiftly over the ledge; and one by one they nestled, + edge to edge and alternately, against the cube which had gone before. + </p> + <p> + In a crescent, they stretched before us. Back from them, a pace, ten + paces, twenty, we retreated. + </p> + <p> + They lay immobile—staring at us. + </p> + <p> + Cleaving the mists, silk of copper hair streaming wide, unearthly eyes + lambent, floated up behind them—Norhala. For an instant she was + hidden behind their bulk; suddenly was upon them; drifted over them like + some spirit of light; stood before us. + </p> + <p> + Her veils were again about her; golden girdle, sandals of gold and + turquoise in their places. Pearl white her body gleamed; no mark of + lightning marred it. + </p> + <p> + She walked toward us, turned and faced the watching cubes. She uttered no + sound, but as at a signal the central cube slid forward, halted before + her. She rested a hand upon its edge. + </p> + <p> + “Ride with me,” she said to Ruth. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala.” Ventnor took a step forward. “Norhala, we must go with her. And + this”—he pointed to the pony—“must go with us.” + </p> + <p> + “I meant—you—to come,” the faraway voice chimed, “but I had + not thought of—that.” + </p> + <p> + A moment she considered; then turned to the six waiting cubes. Again as at + a command four of the things moved, swirled in toward each other with a + weird precision, with a monstrous martial mimicry; joined; stood before + us, a platform twelve feet square, six high. + </p> + <p> + “Mount,” sighed Norhala. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor looked helplessly at the sheer front facing him. + </p> + <p> + “Mount.” There was half-wondering impatience in her command. “See!” + </p> + <p> + She caught Ruth by the waist and with the same bewildering swiftness with + which she had vanished from us when the aurora beckoned she stood, holding + the girl, upon the top of the single cube. It was as though the two had + been lifted, had been levitated with an incredible rapidity. + </p> + <p> + “Mount,” she murmured again, looking down upon us. + </p> + <p> + Slowly Ventnor began to bandage the pony's eyes. I placed my hand upon the + edge of the quadruple; sprang. A myriad unseen hands caught me, raised me, + set me instantaneously on the upward surface. + </p> + <p> + “Lift the pony to me,” I called to Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + “Lift it?” he echoed, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + Drake's grin cut like a sunray through the nightmare dread that shrouded + my mind. + </p> + <p> + “Catch,” he called; placed one hand beneath the beast's belly, the other + under its throat; his shoulders heaved—and up shot the pony, laden + as it was, landed softly upon four wide-stretched legs beside me. The + faces of the two gaped up, ludicrous in their amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Follow,” cried Norhala. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor leaped wildly for the top, Drake beside him; in the flash of a + humming-bird's wing they were gripping me, swearing feebly. The unseen + hold angled; struck upward; clutched from ankle to thigh; held us fast—men + and beast. + </p> + <p> + Away swept the block that bore Ruth and Norhala; I saw Ruth crouching, + head bent, her arms around the knees of the woman. They slipped into the + mists; vanished. + </p> + <p> + And after them, like a log in a racing current, we, too, dipped beneath + the faintly luminous vapors. + </p> + <p> + The cubes moved with an entire absence of vibration; so smoothly and + skimmingly, indeed, that had it not been for the sudden wind that had + risen when first we had stirred, and that now beat steadily upon our + faces, and the cloudy walls streaming by, I would have thought ourselves + at rest. + </p> + <p> + I saw the blurred form of Ventnor drift toward the forward edge. He walked + as though wading. I essayed to follow him; my feet I could not lift; I + could advance only by gliding them as though skating. + </p> + <p> + Also the force, whatever it was, that held me seemed to pass me on from + unseen clutch to clutch; it was as though up to my hips I moved through a + closely woven yet fluid mass of cobwebs. I had the fantastic idea that if + I so willed I could slip over the edge of the blocks, crawl about their + sides without falling—like a fly on the vertical faces of a huge + sugar loaf. + </p> + <p> + I drew beside Ventnor. He was staring ahead, striving, I knew, to pierce + the mists for some glimpse of Ruth. + </p> + <p> + He turned to me, his face drawn with anxiety, his eyes feverish. + </p> + <p> + “Can you see them, Walter?” His voice shook. “God—why did I ever let + her go like that? Why did I let her go alone?” + </p> + <p> + “They'll be close ahead, Martin.” I spoke out of a conviction I could not + explain. “Whatever it is we're bound for, wherever it is the woman's + taking us, she means to keep us together—for a time at least. I'm + sure of it.” + </p> + <p> + “She said—follow.” It was Drake beside us. “How the hell can we do + anything else? We haven't any control over this bird we're on. But she + has. What she meant, Ventnor, is that it would follow her.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true”—new hope softened the haggard face—“that's true—but + is it? We're reckoning with creatures that man's imagination never + conceived—nor could conceive. And with this—woman—human + in shape, yes, but human in thought—never. How then can we tell—” + </p> + <p> + He turned once more, all his consciousness concentrated in his searching + eyes. + </p> + <p> + Drake's rifle slipped from his hand. + </p> + <p> + He stooped to pick it up; then tugged with both hands. The rifle lay + immovable. + </p> + <p> + I bent and strove to aid him. For all the pair of us could do, the rifle + might have been a part of the gleaming surface on which it rested. The + tiny, deepset star points winked up— + </p> + <p> + “They're—laughing at us!” grunted Drake. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” I answered, and tried to check the involuntary shuddering that + shook me, as I saw it shake him. “Nonsense. These blocks are great magnets—that's + what holds the rifle; what holds us, too.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't mean the rifle,” he said; “I mean those points of lights—the + eyes—” + </p> + <p> + There came from Ventnor a cry of almost anguished relief. We straightened. + Our head shot above the mists like those of swimmers from water. + Unnoticed, we had been climbing out of them. + </p> + <p> + And a hundred yards ahead of us, cleaving them, veiled in them almost to + the shoulders, was Norhala, red-gold tresses steaming; and close beside + her were the brown curls of Ruth. At her brother's cry she turned and her + arm flashed out of the veils with reassuring gesture. + </p> + <p> + A mile away was an opening in the valley's mountainous wall; toward it we + were speeding. It was no ragged crevice, no nature split fissure; it gave + the impression of a gigantic doorway. + </p> + <p> + “Look,” whispered Drake. + </p> + <p> + Between us and the vast gateway, gleaming triangles began to break through + the vapors, like the cutting fins of sharks, glints of round bodies like + gigantic porpoises—the vapors seethed with them. Quickly the fins + and rolling curves were all about us. They centered upon the portal, + streamed through—a horde of the metal things, leading us, guarding + us, playing about us. + </p> + <p> + And weird, unutterably weird was that spectacle—the vast and silent + vale with its still, smooth vapors like a coverlet of cloud; the regal + head of Norhala sweeping over them; the dull glint and gleam of the metal + paradoxes flowing, in ordered motion, all about us; the titanic gateway, + glowing before us. + </p> + <p> + We were at its threshold; over it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. THE DRUMS OF THUNDER + </h2> + <p> + Upon that threshold the mists foamed like breaking billows, then ceased + abruptly to be. Keeping exactly the distance I had noted when our gaze had + risen above the fog, glided the block that bore Ruth and Norhala. In the + strange light of the place into which we had emerged—and whether + that place was canyon, corridor, or tunnel I could not then determine—it + stood out sharply. + </p> + <p> + One arm of Norhala held Ruth—and in her attitude I sensed a + shielding intent, guardianship—the first really human impulse this + shape of mystery and beauty had revealed. + </p> + <p> + In front of them swept score upon score of her familiars—no longer + dully lustrous, but shining as though cut from blue and polished steel. + They—marched—in ordered rows, globes and cubes and pyramids; + moving sedately now as units. + </p> + <p> + I looked behind me; out of the spume boiling at the portal, were pouring + forth other scores of the Metal Things, darting through like divers + through a wave. And as they drew into our wake and swam into the light, + their dim lustre vanished like a film; their surfaces grew almost radiant. + </p> + <p> + Whence came the light that set them gleaming? Our pace had slackened—I + looked about me. The walls of the cleft or tunnel were perpendicular, + smooth and shining with a cold, metallic, greenish glow. + </p> + <p> + Between the walls, like rhythmic flashing of fire-flies, pulsed soft and + fugitive glimmerings that carried a sense of the infinitely minute—of + electrons, it came to me, rather than atoms. Their irradiance was + greenish, like the walls; but I was certain that these corpuscles did not + come from them. + </p> + <p> + They blinked and faded like motes within a shifting sunbeam; or, to use a + more scientific comparison, like colloids within the illuminated field of + the ultramicroscope; and like these latter it was as though the eyes took + in not the minute particles themselves but their movement only. + </p> + <p> + Save for these gleamings the light of the place, although crepuscular, was + crystalline clear. High above us—five hundred, a thousand feet—the + walls merged into a haze of clouded beryl. + </p> + <p> + Rock certainly the cliffs were—but rock cut and planed, smoothed and + polished and PLATED! + </p> + <p> + Yes, that was it—plated. Plated with some metallic substance that + was itself a reservoir of luminosity and from which, it came to me, pulsed + the force that lighted the winking ions. But who could have done such a + thing? For what purpose? How? + </p> + <p> + And the meticulousness, the perfection of these smoothed cliffs struck + over my nerves as no rasp could, stirring a vague resentment, an irritated + desire for human inharmonies, human disorder. + </p> + <p> + Absorbed in my examination I had forgotten those who must share with me my + doubts and dangers. I felt a grip on my arm. + </p> + <p> + “If we get close enough and I can get my feet loose from this damned thing + I'll jump,” Drake said. + </p> + <p> + “What?” I gasped, blankly, startled out of my preoccupation. “Jump where?” + </p> + <p> + I followed his pointing finger. We were rapidly closing upon the other + cube; it was now a scant twenty paces ahead; it seemed to be stopping. + Ventnor was leaning forward, quivering with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” he called. “Ruth—are you all right?” + </p> + <p> + Slowly she turned to us—my heart gave a great leap, then seemed to + stop. For her sweet face was touched with that same unearthly tranquillity + which was Norhala's; in her brown eyes was a shadow of that passionless + spirit brooding in Norhala's own; her voice as she answered held within it + more than echo of Norhala's faint, far-off golden chiming. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she sighed; “yes, Martin—have no fear for me—” + </p> + <p> + And turned from us, gazing forward once more with the woman and as silent + as she. + </p> + <p> + I glanced covertly at Ventnor, at Drake—had I imagined, or had they + too seen? Then I knew they had seen, for Ventnor's face was white to the + lips, and Drake's jaw was set, his teeth clenched, his eyes blazing with + anger. + </p> + <p> + “What's she doing to Ruth—you saw her face,” he gritted, half + inarticulately. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” There was anguish in Ventnor's cry. + </p> + <p> + She did not turn again. It was as though she had not heard him. + </p> + <p> + The cubes were now not five yards apart. Drake gathered himself; strained + to loosen his feet from the shining surface, making ready to leap when + they should draw close enough. His great chest swelled with his effort, + the muscles of his neck knotted, sweat steamed down his face. + </p> + <p> + “No use,” he gasped, “no use, Goodwin. It's like trying to lift yourself + by your boot-straps—like a fly stuck in molasses.” + </p> + <p> + “Ruth,” cried Ventnor once more. + </p> + <p> + As though it had been a signal the block darted forward, resuming the + distance it had formerly maintained between us. + </p> + <p> + The vanguard of the Metal Things began to race. With an incredible speed + they fled into, were lost in an instant within, the luminous distances. + </p> + <p> + The cube that bore the woman and girl accelerated; flew faster and faster + onward. And as swiftly our own followed it. The lustrous walls flowed by, + dizzily. + </p> + <p> + We had swept over toward the right wall of the cleft and were gliding over + a broad ledge. This ledge was, I judged, all of a hundred feet in width. + From it the floor of the place was dropping rapidly. + </p> + <p> + The opposite precipices were slowly drawing closer. After us flowed the + flanking host. + </p> + <p> + Steadily our ledge arose and the floor of the canyon dropped. Now we were + twenty feet above it, now thirty. And the character of the cliffs was + changing. Veins of quartz shone under the metallic plating like cut + crystal, like cloudy opals; here was a splash of vermilion, there a patch + of amber; bands of pallid ochre stained it. + </p> + <p> + My gaze was caught by a line of inky blackness in the exact center of the + falling floor. So black was it that at first glance I took it for a vein + of jetty lignite. + </p> + <p> + It widened. It was a crack, a fissure. Now it was a yard in width, now + three, and blackness seemed to well up from within it, blackness that was + the very essence of the depths. Steadily the ebon rift expanded; spread + suddenly wide open in two sharp-edged, flying wedges— + </p> + <p> + Earth had dropped away. At our side a gulf had opened, an abyss, striking + down depth upon depth; profound; immeasurable. + </p> + <p> + We were human atoms, riding upon a steed of sorcery and racing along a + split rampart of infinite space. + </p> + <p> + I looked behind—scores of the cubes were darting from the metal host + trailing us; in a long column of twos they flashed by, raced ahead. Far in + front of us a gloom began to grow; deepened until we were rushing into + blackest night. + </p> + <p> + Through the murk stabbed a long lance of pale blue phosphorescence. It + unrolled like a ribbon of wan flame, flicked like a serpent's tongue—held + steady. I felt the Thing beneath us leap forward; its velocity grew + prodigious; the wind beat upon us with hurricane force. + </p> + <p> + I shielded my eyes with my hands and peered through the chinks of my + fingers. Ranged directly in our path was a barricade of the cubes and upon + them we were racing like a flying battering-ram. Involuntarily I closed my + eyes against the annihilating impact that seemed inevitable. + </p> + <p> + The Thing on which we rode lifted. + </p> + <p> + We were soaring at a long angle straight to the top of the barrier; were + upon it, and still with that awful speed unchecked were hurtling through + the blackness over the shaft of phosphorescence, the ribbon of pale light + that I had watched pierce it and knew now was but another span of the + cubes that but a little before had fled past us. Beneath the span, on each + side of it, I sensed illimitable void. + </p> + <p> + We were over; rushing along in darkness. There began a mighty tumult, a + vast crashing and roaring. The clangor waxed, beat about us with + tremendous strokes of sound. + </p> + <p> + Far away was a dim glowing, as of rising sun through heavy mists of dawn. + The mists faded—miles away gleamed what at first glimpse seemed + indeed to be the rising sun; a gigantic orb, whose lower limb just + touched, was sharply, horizontally cut by the blackness, as though at its + base that blackness was frozen. + </p> + <p> + The sun? Reason returned to me; told me this globe could not be that. + </p> + <p> + What was it then? Ra-Harmachis, of the Egyptians, stripped of his wings, + exiled and growing old in the corridors of the Dead? Or that mocking + luminary, the cold phantom of the God of light and warmth which the old + Norsemen believed was set in their frozen hell to torment the damned? + </p> + <p> + I thrust aside the fantasies, impatiently. But sun or no sun, light + streamed from this orb, light in multicolored, lanced rays, banishing the + blackness through which we had been flying. + </p> + <p> + Closer we came and closer; lighter it grew about us, and by the growing + light I saw that still beside us ran the abyss. And even louder, more + thunderous, became the clamor. + </p> + <p> + At the foot of the radiant disk I glimpsed a luminous pool. Into it, out + of the depths, protruded a tremendous rectangular tongue, gleaming like + gray steel. + </p> + <p> + On the tongue an inky shape appeared; it lifted itself from the abyss, + rushed upon the disk and took form. + </p> + <p> + Like a gigantic spider it was, squat and horned. For an instant it was + silhouetted against the smiling sphere, poised itself—and vanished + through it. + </p> + <p> + Now, not far ahead, silhouetted as had been the spider shape, blackened + into sight a cube and on it Ruth and Norhala. It seemed to hover, to wait. + </p> + <p> + “It's a door,” Drake's shout beat thinly in my ears against the hurricane + of sound. + </p> + <p> + What I thought had been an orb was indeed a gateway, a portal; and it was + gigantic. + </p> + <p> + The light streamed through it, the flaming colors, the lightning glare, + the drifting shadows were all beyond it. The suggestion of sphere had been + an illusion, born of the darkness in which we were moving and in its own + luminescence. + </p> + <p> + And I saw that the steel tongue was a ramp, a slide, dropping down into + the gulf. + </p> + <p> + Norhala raised her hands high above her head. Up from the darkness flew an + incredible shape—like a monstrous, armored flat-backed crab; angled + spikes protruded from it; its huge body was spangled with darting, + greenish flames. + </p> + <p> + It swept beneath us and by. On its back were multitudinous breasts from + which issued blinding flashes—sapphire blue, emerald green, sun + yellow. It hung poised as had that other nightmare shape, standing out jet + black and colossal, rearing upon columnar legs, whose outlines were those + of alternate enormous angled arrow-points and lunettes. Swiftly its form + shifted; an instant it hovered, half disintegrate. + </p> + <p> + Now I saw spinning spheres and darting cubes and pyramids click into new + positions. The front and side legs lengthened, the back legs shortened, + fitting themselves plainly to what must be a varying angle of descent + beyond. + </p> + <p> + And it was no chimera, no kraken of the abyss. It was a car made of the + Metal Things. I caught again the flashes and thought that they were jewels + or heaps of shining ores carried by the conscious machine. + </p> + <p> + It vanished. In its place hung poised the cube that bore the enigmatic + woman and Ruth. Then they were gone and we stood where but an instant + before they had been. + </p> + <p> + We were high above an ocean of living light—a sea of incandescent + splendors that stretched mile upon uncounted mile away and whose + incredible waves streamed thousands of feet in air, flew in gigantic + banners, in tremendous streamers, in coruscating clouds of varicolored + flame—as though torn by the talons of a mighty wind. + </p> + <p> + My dazzled sight cleared, glare and blaze and searing incandescence took + form, became ordered. Within the sea of light I glimpsed shapes cyclopean, + unnameable. + </p> + <p> + They moved slowly, with an awesome deliberateness. They shone darkly + within the flame-woven depths. From them came the volleys of the + lightnings. + </p> + <p> + Score upon score of them there were—huge and enigmatic. Their + flaming levins threaded the shimmering veils, patterned them, as though + they were the flying robes of the very spirit of fire. + </p> + <p> + And the tumult was as ten thousand Thors, smiting with hammers against the + enemies of Odin. As a forge upon whose shouting anvils was being shaped a + new world. + </p> + <p> + A new world? A metal world! + </p> + <p> + The thought spun through my mazed brain, was gone—and not until long + after did I remember it. For suddenly all that clamor died; the lightnings + ceased; all the flitting radiances paled and the sea of flaming splendors + grew thin as moving mists. The storming shapes dulled with them, seemed to + darken into the murk. + </p> + <p> + Through the fast-waning light and far, far away—miles it seemed on + high and many, many miles in length—a broad band of fluorescent + amethyst shone. From it dropped curtains, shimmering, nebulous as the + marching folds of the aurora; they poured, cascaded, from the amethystine + band. + </p> + <p> + Huge and purple-black against their opalescence bulked what at first I + thought a mountain, so like was it to one of those fantastic buttes of our + desert Southwest when their castellated tops are silhouetted against the + setting sun; knew instantly that this was but subconscious striving to + translate into terms of reality the incredible. + </p> + <p> + It was a City! + </p> + <p> + A city full five thousand feet high and crowned with countless spires and + turrets, titanic arches, stupendous domes! It was as though the man-made + cliffs of lower New York were raised scores of times their height, + stretched a score of times their length. And weirdly enough it did suggest + those same towering masses of masonry when one sees them blacken against + the twilight skies. + </p> + <p> + The pit darkened as though night were filtering down into it; the vast, + purple-shadowed walls of the city sparkled out with countless lights. From + the crowning arches and turrets leaped broad filaments of flame, flashing, + electric. + </p> + <p> + Was it my straining eyes, the play of the light and shadow—or were + those high-flung excrescences shifting, changing shape? An icy hand + stretched out of the unknown, stilled my heart. For they were shifting—arches + and domes, turrets and spires; were melting, reappearing in ferment; like + the lightning-threaded, rolling edges of the thundercloud. + </p> + <p> + I wrenched my gaze away; saw that our platform had come to rest upon a + broad and silvery ledge close to the curving frame of the portal and not a + yard from where upon her block stood Norhala, her arm clasped about the + rigid form of Ruth. I heard a sigh from Ventnor, an exclamation from + Drake. + </p> + <p> + Before one of us could cry out to Ruth, the cube glided to the edge of the + shelf, dipped out of sight. + </p> + <p> + That upon which we rode trembled and sped after it. + </p> + <p> + There came a sickening sense of falling; we lurched against each other; + for the first time the pony whinnied, fearfully. Then with awful speed we + were flying down a wide, a glistening, a steeply angled ramp into the Pit, + straight toward the half-hidden, soaring escarpments flashing afar. + </p> + <p> + Far ahead raced the Thing on which stood woman and maid. Their hair + streamed behind them, mingled, silken web of brown and shining veil of + red-gold; little clouds of sparkling corpuscles threaded them, like + flitting swarms of fire-flies; their bodies were nimbused with tiny, + flickering tongues of lavender flame. + </p> + <p> + About us, above us, began again to rumble the countless drums of the + thunder. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. THE PORTAL OF FLAME + </h2> + <p> + It was as though we were on a meteor hurtling through space. The split air + shrieked and shrilled, a keening barrier against the avalanche of the + thunder. The blast bent us far back on thighs held rigid by the magnetic + grip. + </p> + <p> + The pony spread its legs, dropped its head; through the hurricane roaring + its screaming pierced thinly, that agonizing, terrible lamentation which + is of the horse and the horse alone when the limit of its endurance is + reached. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor crouched lower and lower, eyes shielded behind arms folded over + his brows, straining for a glimpse of Ruth; Drake crouched beside him, + bracing him, supporting him against the tempest. + </p> + <p> + Our line of flight became less abrupt, but the speed increased, the + wind-pressure became almost insupportable. I twisted, dropped upon my + right arm, thrust my head against my shoulder, stared backward. When first + I had looked upon the place I had sensed its immensity; now I began to + realize how vast it must really be—for already the gateway through + which we had come glimmered far away on high, shrunk to a hoop of + incandescent brass and dwindling fast. + </p> + <p> + Nor was it a cavern; I saw the stars, traced with deep relief the familiar + Northern constellations. Pit it might be, but whatever terror, whatever + ordeals were before us, we would not have to face them buried deep within + earth. There was a curious comfort to me in the thought. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly stars and sky were blotted out. + </p> + <p> + We had plunged beneath the surface of the radiant sea. + </p> + <p> + Lying in the position in which I was, I was sensible of a diminution of + the cyclonic force; the blast streamed up and over the front of the cube. + To me drifted only the wailings of our flight and the whimpering terror of + the pony. + </p> + <p> + I turned my head cautiously. Upon the very edge of the flying blocks + squatted Drake and Ventnor, grotesquely frog-like. I crawled toward them—crawled, + literally, like a caterpillar; for wherever my body touched the surface of + the cubes the attracting force held it, allowed a creeping movement only, + surface sliding upon surface—and weirdly enough like a human + measuring-worm I looped myself over to them. + </p> + <p> + As my bare palms clung to the Things I realized with finality that + whatever their activation, their life, they WERE metal. + </p> + <p> + There was no mistaking now the testimony of touch. Metal they were, with a + hint upon contact of highly polished platinum, or at the least of a metal + as finely grained as it. + </p> + <p> + Also they had temperature, a curiously pleasant warmth—the surfaces + were, I judged, around ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit. I looked deep down + into the little sparkling points that were, I knew, organs of sight; they + were like the points of contact of innumerable intersecting crystal + planes. They held strangest paradoxical suggestion of being close to the + surface and still infinite distances away. + </p> + <p> + And they were like—what was it they were like?—it came to me + with a distinct shock. + </p> + <p> + They were like the galaxies of little aureate and sapphire stars in the + clear gray heavens of Norhala's eyes. + </p> + <p> + I crept beside Drake, struck him with my head. + </p> + <p> + “Can't move,” I shouted. “Can't lift my hands. Stuck fast—like a fly—just + as you said.” + </p> + <p> + “Drag 'em over your knees,” he cried, bending to me. “It slides 'em out of + the attraction.” + </p> + <p> + Acting as he had suggested I found to my astonishment I could slip my + hands free; I caught his belt, tried to lift myself by it. + </p> + <p> + “No use, Doc.” The old grin lightened for a moment his tense young face. + “You'll have to keep praying till the power's turned off. Nothing here you + can slide your knees on.” + </p> + <p> + I nodded, waddling close to his side; then sank back on my haunches to + relieve the strain upon my aching leg-muscles. + </p> + <p> + “Can you see them ahead, Walter—Ruth and the woman?” Ventnor turned + his anxious eyes toward me. + </p> + <p> + I peered into the glimmering murk; shook my head. I could see nothing. It + was indeed, as though the clustered cubes sped within a bubble of the now + wanly glistening vapors; or rather as though in our passage—as a + projectile does in air—we piled before us a thick wave of the mists + which streaming along each side, closing in behind, obscured all that lay + around. + </p> + <p> + Yet I had, persistently, the feeling that beyond these shroudings was vast + and ordered movement; marchings and counter-marchings of hosts greater + even than those Golden Hordes of Genghis which ages agone had washed about + the outer bases of the very peaks that hid this place. Came, too, flitting + shadowings of huge shapes, unnameable, moving swiftly beside our way; + gleamings that thrust themselves through the veils like wheeling javelins + of flame. + </p> + <p> + And always, always, everywhere that constant movement, rhythmic, + terrifying—like myriads of feet of creatures of an unseen, stranger + world marking time just outside the threshold of our own. Preparing, + DRILLING there in some wide vestibule of space between the known and the + unknown, alert and menacing—poised for the signal which would send + them pouring over it. + </p> + <p> + Once again I seemed to stand upon the brink of an abyss of incredible + revelation, striving helplessly, struggling for realization—and so + struggling became aware that our speed was swiftly slackening, the roaring + blast dying down, the veils before us thinning. + </p> + <p> + They cleared away. I saw Drake and Ventnor straighten up; raised myself to + my own aching knees. + </p> + <p> + We were at one end of a vortex, a funneling within the radiant vapors; a + funnel whose further end a mile ahead broadened out into a huge circle, + its mistily outlined edges impinging upon the towering scarp of the—city. + It was as though before us lay, upon its side, a cone of crystalline clear + air against whose curved sides some radiant medium heavier than air, + lighter than water, pressed. + </p> + <p> + The top arc of its prostrate base reached a thousand feet or more up the + precipitous wall; above it all was hidden in sparkling nebulosities that + were like still clouds of greenly glimmering fire-flies. Back from the + curving sides of this cone, above it and below it, the pressing + luminosities stretched into, it seemed, infinite distances. + </p> + <p> + Through them, suddenly, thousands of bright beams began to dart, to dance, + weaving and interweaving, shooting hither and yon—like myriads of + great searchlights in a phosphorescent sea fog, like countless lances of + the aurora thrusting through its own iridescent veils! And in the play of + these beams was something appallingly ordered, appallingly rhythmic. + </p> + <p> + It was—how can I describe it?—PURPOSEFUL; purposeful as the + geometric shiftings of the Little Things of the ruins, of the summoning + song of Norhala, of the Protean changes of the Smiting Shape and the + Following Thing; and like all of these it was as laden with that baffling + certainty of hidden meanings, of messages that the brain recognized as + such yet knew it never could read. + </p> + <p> + The rays seemed to spring upward from the earth. Now they were like + countless lances of light borne by marching armies of Titans; now they + crossed and angled and flew as though they were clouds of javelins hurled + by battling swarms of the Genii of Light. And now they stood upright while + through them, thrusting them aside, bending them, passed vast, vague + shapes like mountains forming and dissolving; like darkening monsters of + some world of light pushing through thick forests of slender, + high-reaching trees of cold flame; shifting shadows of monstrous chimerae + slipping through jungles of bamboo with trunks of diamond fire; phantasmal + leviathans swimming through brakes of giant reeds of radiance rising from + the sparking ooze of a sea of star shine. + </p> + <p> + Whence came the force, the mechanism that produced this cone of clarity, + this NOT searchlight, but unlight in the midst of light? Not from behind, + that was certain—for turning I saw that behind us the mist was as + thick. I turned again—it came to me, why I knew not, yet with an + absolute certainty, that the energy, the force emanated from the distant + wall itself. + </p> + <p> + The funnel, the cone, did not expand from where we were standing, now + motionless. + </p> + <p> + It began at the wall and focused upon us. + </p> + <p> + Within the great circle the surface of the wall was smooth, utterly blank; + upon it was no trace of those flitting lights we had seen before we had + plunged down toward the radiant sea. It shone with a pale blue + phosphorescence. It was featureless, smooth, a blind cliff of polished, + blue metal—and that was all. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” groaned Ventnor. “Where is she?” + </p> + <p> + Aghast at my mental withdrawal from him, angry at myself for my + callousness, awkwardly I tried to crawl over to him, to touch him, comfort + him as well as I might. + </p> + <p> + And then, as though his cry had been a signal, the great cone began to + move. Slowly the circled base slipped down the shimmering facades; down, + steadily down; I realized that we had paused at the edge of some steep + declivity, for the bottom of the cone was now at a decided angle while the + upper edge of the circle had dropped a full two hundred feet below the + place where it had rested—and still it fell. + </p> + <p> + There came a gasp of relief from Ventnor, a sigh from Drake while, from my + own heart, a weight rolled. Not ten yards ahead of us and still deep + within the luminosity had appeared the regal head of Norhala, the lovely + head of Ruth. The two rose out of the glow like swimmers floating from the + depths. Now they were clear before us, and now we could see the surface of + the cube on which they rode. + </p> + <p> + But neither turned to us; each stared straightly, motionless along the + axis of the sinking cone, the woman's left arm holding Ruth close to her + side. + </p> + <p> + Drake's hand caught my shoulder in a grip that hurt—nor did he need + to point toward that which had wrung the exclamation from him. The funnel + had broken from its slow falling; it had made one swift, startling drop + and had come to rest. Its recumbent side was now flattened into a + triangular plane, widening from the narrow tip in which we stood to all of + five hundred feet where its base rested against the blue wall, and falling + at a full thirty-degree pitch. + </p> + <p> + The misty-edged circle had become an oval, a flattened ellipse another + five hundred feet high and three times that in length. And in its exact + center, shining forth as though it opened into a place of pale azure + incandescence was another rectangular Cyclopean portal. + </p> + <p> + On each side of it, in the apparently solid face of the gleaming, metallic + cliffs, a slit was opening. + </p> + <p> + They began as thin lines a hundred yards in height through which the + intense light seemed to hiss; quickly they opened—widening like + monstrous cat pupils until at last, their widening ceasing, they glared + forth, the blue incandescence gushing from them like molten steel from an + opened sluice. + </p> + <p> + Deep within them I sensed a movement. Scores of towering shapes swam + within and glided out of them, each reflecting the vivid light as though + they themselves were incandescent. Around their crests spun wide and + flaming coronets. + </p> + <p> + They rushed forth, wheeling, whirling, driven like leaves in a whirlwind. + Out they swirled from the cat's eyes of the glimmering wall, these dervish + obelisks crowded with spinning fires. They vanished in the mists. + Instantly with their going, the eyes contracted; were but slits; were + gone. And before us within the oval was only the waiting portal. + </p> + <p> + The leading block leaped forward. As abruptly, those that bore us + followed. Again under that strain of projectile flight we clutched each + other; the pony screamed in terror. The metal cliff rushed to meet us like + a thunder cloud of steel; the portal raced upon us—a square mouth of + cold blue flame. + </p> + <p> + And into it we swept; were devoured by it. + </p> + <p> + Light in blinding, intolerable flood beat about us, blackening the sight + with agony. We pressed, the three of us, against the side of the pony, + burying our faces in its shaggy coat, striving to hide our eyes from the + radiance which, strain closely as we might, seemed to pierce through the + body of the little beast, through our own heads, searing the sight. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. “WITCH! GIVE BACK MY SISTER” + </h2> + <p> + How long we were within that glare I do not know; it seemed unending + hours; it was of course only minutes—seconds, perhaps. Then I was + sensible of a permeating shadow, a darkness gentle and healing. + </p> + <p> + I raised my head and opened my eyes. We were moving tranquilly, with a + curious suggestion of homing leisureliness, through a soft, blue + shimmering darkness. It was as though we were drifting within some high + borderland of light; a region in which that rapid vibration we call the + violet was mingled with a still more rapid vibration whose quick pulsing + was felt by the brain but ever fled ere that brain could register it in + terms of color. And there seemed to be a film over my sight; dazzlement + from the unearthly blaze, I thought, shaking my head impatiently. + </p> + <p> + My eyes focused upon an object a little more than a foot away; my neck + grew rigid, my scalp prickled while I stared, unbelieving. And that at + which I stared was—a skeleton hand. Every bone a grayish black, + sharply silhouetted, clean as some master surgeon's specimen, it was + extended as though clutching at—clutching at—what was that + toward which it was reaching? + </p> + <p> + Again the icy prickling over scalp and skin—for its talons stretched + out to grasp a steed that Death himself might have ridden, a rack whose + bare skull hung drooping upon bent vertebrae. + </p> + <p> + I raised my hands to my face to shut out the ghostly sight—and + swiftly the clutching bony hand moved toward me—was before my eyes—touched + me. + </p> + <p> + The cry that sheer horror wrested from me was strangled by realization. + And so acute was my relief, so reassuring was it to have in the midst of + these mysteries some sane, understandable thing occur that I laughed + aloud. + </p> + <p> + For the skeleton hand was my own. The mournful ghastly mount of death was—our + pony. And when I looked again I knew what I would see—and see them I + did—two tall skeletons, skulls resting on their bony arms, leaning + against the frame of the beast. + </p> + <p> + While ahead of us, floating poised upon the surface of the glistening + cube, were two women skeletons—Ruth and Norhala! + </p> + <p> + Weird enough was the sight. Dureresque, grimly awful as materialization of + a scene of the Dance Macabre—and yet—vastly comforting. + </p> + <p> + For here was something which was well within the range of human knowledge. + It was the light about us that did it; a vibration that even as I + conjectured, was within the only partly explored region of the ultraviolet + and the comparatively unexplored region above it. + </p> + <p> + Yet there were differences, for there was none of that misty halo around + the bones, the flesh which the X-rays cannot render wholly invisible. The + skeletons stood out clean cut, with no trace of fleshly vestments. + </p> + <p> + I crept over, spoke to the two. + </p> + <p> + “Don't look up yet,” I said. “Don't open your eyes. We're going through a + queer light. It has an X-ray quality. You're going to see me as a skeleton—” + </p> + <p> + “What?” shouted Drake. Disobeying my warning he straightened, glared at + me. And disquieting as the spectacle had been before, fully understanding + it as I did, I could not restrain my shudder at the utter weirdness of + that skull which was his head thrusting itself toward me. + </p> + <p> + The skeleton that was Ventnor turned to me; was arrested by the sight of + the flitting pair ahead. I saw the fleshless jaws clamp, then opened to + speak. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly, upon the skeletons in front the flesh dropped back. Girl and + woman stood there once again robed in beauty. + </p> + <p> + So swift was that transition from the grisly unreal to the normal that + even to my unsuperstitious mind it smacked of necromancy. The next instant + the three of us stood looking at each other, clothed once more in the + flesh, and the pony no longer the steed of death, but our shaggy, patient + little companion. + </p> + <p> + The light had changed; the high violet had gone from it, and it was shot + with yellow gleamings like fugitive sunbeams. We were passing through a + wide corridor that seemed to be unending. The yellow light grew stronger. + </p> + <p> + “That light wasn't exactly the Roentgen variety,” Drake interrupted my + absorption in our surroundings. “And I hope to God it's as different as it + seemed. If it's not we may be up against a lot of trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “More trouble than we're in?” I asked, a trifle satirically. + </p> + <p> + “X-ray burns,” he answered, “and no way to treat them in this place—if + we live to want treatment,” he ended grimly. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think we were subjected to their action long enough—” I + began, and was silent. + </p> + <p> + The corridor had opened without warning into a place for whose immensity I + have no images that are adequate. It was a chamber that was vaster than + ten score of the Great Halls of Karnac in one; great as that fabled hall + in dread Amenti where Osiris sits throned between the Searcher of Hearts + and the Eater of Souls, judging the jostling hosts of the newly dead. + </p> + <p> + Temple it was in its immensity, and its solemn vastness—but unlike + any temple ever raised by human toil. In no ruin of earth's youth giants' + work now crumbling under the weight of time had I ever sensed a shadow of + the strangeness with which this was instinct. No—nor in the + shattered fanes that once had held the gods of old Egypt, nor in the + pillared shrines of Ancient Greece, nor Imperial Rome, nor mosque, + basilica nor cathedral. + </p> + <p> + All these had been dedicated to gods which, whether created by humanity as + science believes, or creators of humanity as their worshippers believed, + still held in them that essence we term human. + </p> + <p> + The spirit, the force, that filled this place had in it nothing, NOTHING + of the human. + </p> + <p> + No place? Yes, there was one—Stonehenge. Within that monolithic + circle I had felt a something akin to this, as inhuman; a brooding spirit + stony, stark, unyielding—as though not men but a people of stone had + raised the great Menhirs. + </p> + <p> + This was a sanctuary built by a people of metal! + </p> + <p> + It was filled with a soft yellow glow like pale sunshine. Up from its + floor arose hundreds of tremendous, square pillars down whose polished + sides the crocus light seemed to flow. + </p> + <p> + Far, far as the gaze could reach, the columns marched, oppressively + ordered, appallingly mathematical. From their massiveness distilled a + sense of power, mysterious, mechanical yet—living; something + priestly, hierophantic—as though they were guardians of a shrine. + </p> + <p> + Now I saw whence came the light suffusing this place. High up among the + pillars floated scores of orbs that shone like pale gilt frozen suns. + Great and small, through all the upper levels these strange luminaries + gleamed, fixed and motionless, hanging unsupported in space. Out from + their shining spherical surfaces darted rays of the same pale gold, rigid, + unshifting, with the same suggestion of frozen stillness. + </p> + <p> + “They look like big Christmas-tree stars,” muttered Drake. + </p> + <p> + “They're lights,” I answered. “Of course they are. They're not matter—not + metal, I mean—” + </p> + <p> + “There's something about them like St. Elmo's fire, witch lights—condensations + of atmospheric electricity,” Ventnor's voice was calm; now that it was + plain we were nearing the heart of this mystery in which we were enmeshed + he had clearly taken fresh grip, was again his observant, scientific self. + </p> + <p> + We watched, once more silent; and indeed we had spoken little since we had + begun that ride whose end we sensed close. In the unfolding of enigmatic + happening after happening the mind had deserted speech and crouched + listening at every door of sight and hearing to gather some clue to + causes, some thread of understanding. + </p> + <p> + Slowly now we were gliding through the forest of pillars; so effortless, + so smooth our flight that we seemed to be standing still, the tremendous + columns flitting past us, turning and wheeling around us, dizzyingly. My + head swam with the mirage motion, I closed my eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Look,” Drake was shaking me. “Look. What do you make of that?” + </p> + <p> + Half a mile ahead the pillars stopped at the edge of a shimmering, + quivering curtain of green luminescence. High, high up past the pale gilt + suns its smooth folds ran, into the golden amber mist that canopied the + columns. + </p> + <p> + In its sparkling was more than a hint of the dancing corpuscles of the + aurora; it was, indeed, as though woven of the auroral rays. And all about + it played shifting, tremulous shadows formed by the merging of the golden + light with the curtain's emerald gleaming. + </p> + <p> + Up to its base swept the cube that bore Ruth and Norhala—and + stopped. From it leaped the woman, and drew Ruth down beside her, then + turned and gestured toward us. + </p> + <p> + That upon which we rode drew close. I felt it quiver beneath me; felt on + the instant, the magnetic grip drop from me, angle downward and leave me + free. Shakily I arose from aching knees, and saw Ventnor flash down and + run, rifle in hand, toward his sister. + </p> + <p> + Drake bent for his gun. I moved unsteadily toward the side of the + clustered cubes. There came a curious pushing motion driving me to the + edge. Sliding over upon me came Drake and the pony— + </p> + <p> + The cube tilted, gently, playfully—and with the slightest of jars + the three of us stood beside it on the floor, we two men gaping at it in + renewed wonder, and the little beast stretching its legs, lifting its feet + and whinnying with relief. + </p> + <p> + Then abruptly the four blocks that had been our steed broke from each + other; that which had been the woman's glided to them. + </p> + <p> + The four clicked into place behind it and darted from sight. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” Ventnor's voice was vibrant with his fear. “Ruth! What is wrong + with you? What has she done to you?” + </p> + <p> + We ran to his side. He stood clutching her hands, searching her eyes. They + were wide, unseeing, dream filled. Upon her face the calm and stillness, + which were mirrored reflections of Norhala's unearthly tranquillity, had + deepened. + </p> + <p> + “Brother.” The sweet voice seemed far away, drifting out of untroubled + space, an echo of Norhala's golden chimings—“Brother, there is + nothing wrong with me. Indeed—all is—well with me—brother.” + </p> + <p> + He dropped the listless palms, faced the woman, tall figure tense, drawn + with mingled rage and anguish. + </p> + <p> + “What have you done to her?” he whispered in Norhala's own tongue. + </p> + <p> + Her serene gaze took him in, undisturbed by his anger save for the + faintest shadow of wonder, of perplexity. + </p> + <p> + “Done?” she repeated, slowly. “I have stilled all that was troubled within + her—have lifted her above sorrow. I have given her the peace—as + I will give it to you if—” + </p> + <p> + “You'll give me nothing,” he interrupted fiercely; then, his passion + breaking through all restraint—“Yes, you damned witch—you'll + give me back my sister!” + </p> + <p> + In his rage he had spoken English; she could not, of course, have + understood the words, but their anger and hatred she did understand. Her + serenity quivered, broke. The strange stars within her eyes began to + glitter forth as they had when she had summoned the Smiting Thing. + Unheeding, Ventnor thrust out a hand, caught her roughly by one bare, + lovely shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Give her back to me, I say!” he cried. “Give her back to me!” + </p> + <p> + The woman's eyes grew—awful. Out of the distended pupils the strange + stars blazed; upon her face was something of the goddess outraged. I felt + the shadow of Death's wings. + </p> + <p> + “No! No—Norhala! No, Martin!” the veils of inhuman calm shrouding + Ruth were torn; swiftly the girl we knew looked out from them. She threw + herself between the two, arms outstretched. + </p> + <p> + “Ventnor!” Drake caught his arms, held them tight; “that's not the way to + save her!” + </p> + <p> + Ventnor stood between us, quivering, half sobbing. Never until then had I + realized how great, how absorbing was that love of his for Ruth. And the + woman saw it, too, even though dimly; envisioned it humanly. For, under + the shock of human passion, that which I thought then as utterly unknown + to her as her cold serenity was to us, the sleeping soul—I use the + popular word for those emotional complexes that are peculiar to mankind—stirred, + awakened. + </p> + <p> + Wrath fled from her knitted brows; her eyes dropping to the girl, lost + their dreadfulness; softened. She turned them upon Ventnor, they brooded + upon him; within their depths a half-troubled interest, a questioning. + </p> + <p> + A smile dawned upon the exquisite face, humanizing it, transfiguring it, + touching with tenderness the sweet and sleeping mouth—as a hovering + dream the lips of the slumbering maid. + </p> + <p> + And on the face of Ruth, as upon a mirror, I watched that same slow, + understanding tenderness reflected! + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said Norhala, and led the way through the sparkling curtains. As + she passed, an arm around Ruth's neck, I saw the marks of Ventnor's + fingers upon her white shoulder, staining its purity, marring it like a + blasphemy. + </p> + <p> + For an instant I hung behind, watching their figures grow misty within the + shining shadows; then followed hastily. Entering the mists I was conscious + of a pleasant tingling, an acceleration of the pulse, an increase of that + sense of well-being which, I grew suddenly aware, had since the beginning + of our strange journey minimized the nervous attrition of constant contact + with the abnormal. + </p> + <p> + Striving to classify, to reduce to order, my sensations I drew close to + the others, overtaking them in a dozen paces. A dozen paces more and we + stepped out of the curtainings. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. THE METAL EMPEROR + </h2> + <p> + We stood at the edge of a well whose walls were of that same green + vaporous iridescence through which we had just come, but finer grained, + compact; as though here the corpuscles of which they were woven were far + closer spun. Thousands of feet above us the mighty cylinder uprose, and in + the lessened circle that was its mouth I glimpsed the bright stars; and + knew by this it opened into the free air. + </p> + <p> + All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed regularly along + its height by wide amethystine bands—like rings of a hollow piston. + They were, in color, replicas of that I had glimpsed before our descent + into this place and against whose gleaming cataracts the outlines of the + incredible city had lowered. And they were in motion, spinning smoothly, + and swiftly. + </p> + <p> + Only one swift glance I gave them, my eyes held by a most extraordinary—edifice—altar—machine—I + could not find the word for it—then. + </p> + <p> + Its base was a scant hundred yards from where we had paused and concentric + with the sides of the pit. It stood upon a thick circular pedestal of what + appeared to be cloudy rock crystal supported by hundreds of thick rods of + the same material. + </p> + <p> + Up from it lifted the structure, a thing of glistening cones and spinning + golden disks; fantastic yet disquietingly symmetrical; bizarre as an + angled headdress worn by a mountainous Javanese god—yet coldly, + painfully mathematical. In every direction the cones pointed, seemingly + interwoven of strands of metal and of light. + </p> + <p> + What was their color? It came to me—that of the mysterious element + which stains the sun's corona, that diadem seen only when our day star is + in eclipse; the unknown element which science has named coronium, which + never yet has been found on earth and that may be electricity in its one + material form; electricity that is ponderable; force whose vibrations are + keyed down to mass; power transmuted into substance. + </p> + <p> + Thousands upon thousands the cones bristled, pyramiding to the base of one + tremendous spire that tapered up almost to the top of the shaft itself. + </p> + <p> + In their grouping the mind caught infinite calculations carried into + infinity; an apotheosis of geometry compassing the rhythms of unknown + spatial dimensions; concentration of the equations of the star hordes. + </p> + <p> + The mathematics of the Cosmos. + </p> + <p> + From the left of the crystalline base swept an enormous sphere. It was + twice the height of a tall man, and it was a paler blue than any of these + Things I had seen, almost, indeed, an azure; different, too, in other + subtle, indefinable ways. + </p> + <p> + Behind it glided a pair of the pyramidal shapes, their pointed tips higher + by a yard or more than the top of the sphere. They paused—regarding + us. Out from the opposite arc of the crystal pedestal moved six other + globes, somewhat smaller than the first and of a deep purplish luster. + </p> + <p> + They separated, lining up on each side of the leader now standing a little + in advance of the twin tetrahedrons, rigid and motionless as watching + guards. + </p> + <p> + There they stood—that enigmatic row, intent, studying us beneath + their god or altar or machine of cones and disks within their cylinder + walled with light. + </p> + <p> + And at that moment there crystallized within my consciousness the + sublimation of all the strangenesses of all that had gone before, a panic + loneliness as though I had wandered into an alien world—a world as + unfamiliar to humanity, as unfamiliar with it as our own would seem to a + thinking, mobile crystal adrift among men. + </p> + <p> + Norhala raised her white arms in salutation; from her throat came a + lilting theme of her weirdly ordered, golden chanting. Was it speech, I + wondered; and if so—prayer or entreaty or command? + </p> + <p> + The great sphere quivered and undulated. Swifter than the eye could follow + it dilated; opened! + </p> + <p> + Where the azure globe had been, flashed out a disk of flaming splendors, + the very secret soul of flowered flame! And simultaneously the pyramids + leaped up and out behind it—two gigantic, four-rayed stars blazing + with cold blue fires. + </p> + <p> + The green auroral curtainings flared out, ran with streaming radiance—as + though some Spirit of Jewels had broken bonds of enchantment and burst + forth jubilant, flooding the shaft with its freed glories. Norhala's song + ceased; an arm dropped down upon the shoulders of Ruth. + </p> + <p> + Then woman and girl began to float toward the radiant disk. + </p> + <p> + As one, the three of us sprang after them. I felt a shock that was like a + quick, abrupt tap upon every nerve and muscle, stiffening them into + helpless rigidity. + </p> + <p> + Paralyzing that sharp, unseen contact had been, but nothing of pain + followed it. Instead it created an extraordinary acuteness of sight and + hearing, an abnormal keying up of the observational faculties, as though + the energy so mysteriously drawn from our motor centers had been thrown + back into the sensory. + </p> + <p> + I could take in every minute detail of the flashing miracle of gemmed + fires and its flaming ministers. Halfway between them and us Norhala and + Ruth drifted; I could catch no hint of voluntary motion on their part and + knew that they were not walking, but were being borne onward by some + manifestation of that same force which held us motionless. + </p> + <p> + I forgot them in my contemplation of the Disk. + </p> + <p> + It was oval, twenty feet in height, I judged, and twelve in its greatest + width. A broad band, translucent as sun golden chrysolite, ran about its + periphery. + </p> + <p> + Set within this zodiac and spaced at mathematically regular intervals were + nine ovoids of intensely living light. They shone like nine gigantic + cabochon cut sapphires; they ranged from palest, watery blue up through + azure and purple and down to a ghostly mauve shot with sullen undertones + of crimson. + </p> + <p> + In each of them was throned a flame that seemed the very fiery essence of + vitality. + </p> + <p> + The—BODY—was convex, swelling outward like the boss of a + shield; shimmering rosy-gray and crystalline. From the vital ovoids ran a + pattern of sparkling threads, irised and brilliant as floss of molten + jewels; converging with interfacings of spirals, of volutes and of + triangles into the nucleus. + </p> + <p> + And that nucleus, what was it? + </p> + <p> + Even now I can but guess—brain in part as we understand brain, + certainly; but far, far more than that in its energies, its powers. + </p> + <p> + It was like an immense rose. An incredible rose of a thousand close + clustering petals. It blossomed with a myriad shifting hues. And instant + by instant the flood of varicolored flame that poured into its petalings + down from the sapphire ovoids waxed and waned in crescendoes and + diminuendoes of relucent harmonies—ecstatic, awesome. + </p> + <p> + The heart of the rose was a star of incandescent ruby. + </p> + <p> + From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra it was + instinct with and poured forth power—power vast and conscious. + </p> + <p> + Not with that same completeness could I realize the ministering star + shapes, half hidden as they were by the Disk. Their radiance was less, nor + had they its miracle of pulsing gem fires. Blue they were, blue of a + peculiar vibrancy, and blue were the glistening threads that ran down from + blue-black circular convexities set within each of the points visible to + me. + </p> + <p> + Unlike in shape, their flame of vitality dimmer than the ovoids of the + Disk's golden zone, still I knew that they were even as those—ORGANS, + organs of unknown senses, unknown potentialities. Their nuclei I could not + observe. + </p> + <p> + The floating figures had drawn close to that disk and had paused. + </p> + <p> + And on the moment of their pausing I felt a surge of strength, a snapping + of the spell that had bound us, an instantaneous withdrawal of the + inhibiting force. Ventnor broke into a run, holding his rifle at the + alert. We raced after him; were close to the shining shapes. And, gasping, + we stopped short not a dozen paces away. + </p> + <p> + For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of the Disk as though + lifted by gentle, unseen hands. Close to it for an instant she swung. I + saw the exquisite body gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in + soft flames of rosy pearl. + </p> + <p> + Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac. From the edges of + three of the ovoids swirled a little cloud of tentacles, gossamer + filaments of opal. They whipped out a full yard from the Disk's surface, + touching her, caressing her. + </p> + <p> + For a moment she hung there, her face hidden from us; then was dropped + softly to her feet and stood, arms stretched wide, her copper hair + streaming cloudily about her regal head. + </p> + <p> + And up past her floated Ruth, levitated as had been she—and her + face, ecstatic as though she were gazing into Paradise, yet drenched with + the tranquillity of the infinite. Her wide eyes stared up toward that rose + of splendors through which the pulsing colors now raced more swiftly. She + hung poised before it while around her head a faint aureole began to form. + </p> + <p> + Again the gossamer threads thrust forth, searched her. They ran over her + rough clothing—perplexedly. They coiled about her neck, stole + through her hair, brushed shut her eyes, circled her brow, her breasts, + girdled her. + </p> + <p> + Weirdly was it like some intelligence observing, studying, some creature + of another species—puzzled by its similarity and unsimilarity with + the one other creature of its kind it knew, and striving to reconcile + those differences. And like such a questioning brain calling upon others + for counsel, it swung Ruth upward to the watching star at the right. + </p> + <p> + A rifle shot rang out. + </p> + <p> + Another—the reports breaking the silence like a profanation. Unseen + by either of us, Ventnor had slipped to one side where he could cover the + core of ruby flame that must have seemed to him the heart of the Disk's + rose of fire. He knelt a few yards away, white lipped, eyes cold gray ice, + sighting carefully for a third shot. + </p> + <p> + “Don't! Martin—don't fire!” I shouted, leaping toward him. + </p> + <p> + “Stop! Ventnor—” Drake's panic cry mingled with my own. + </p> + <p> + But before we could reach him, Norhala flew to him, like a darting + swallow. Down the face of the Disk glided the upright body of Ruth, struck + softly, stood swaying. + </p> + <p> + And out of the blue-black convexity within a star point of one of the + opened pyramids a lance of intense green flame darted, a lightning bolt as + real as any hurled by tempest, upon Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + The shattered air closed behind the streaming spark with the sound of + breaking glass. + </p> + <p> + It struck—Norhala. + </p> + <p> + It struck her. It seemed to splash upon her, to run down her like water. + One curling tongue writhed over her bare shoulder and leaped to the barrel + of the rifle in Ventnor's hands. It flashed up it and licked him. The gun + was torn from his grip, hurled high in air, exploding as it went. He + leaped convulsively from his knees and dropped. + </p> + <p> + I heard a wailing, low, bitter and heartbroken. Past us ran Ruth, all + dream, all unearthliness gone from a face now a tragic mask of human woe + and terror. She threw herself down beside her brother, felt of his heart; + then raised herself upon her knees and thrust out supplicating hands to + the shapes. + </p> + <p> + “Don't hurt him any more! He didn't mean it!” she cried out to them + piteously—like a child. She reached up, caught one of Norhala's + hands. “Norhala—don't let them kill him. Don't let them hurt him any + more. Please!” she sobbed. + </p> + <p> + Beside me I heard Drake cursing. + </p> + <p> + “If they touch her I'll kill the woman! I will, by God I will!” He strode + to Norhala's side. + </p> + <p> + “If you want to live, call off these devils of yours.” His voice was + strangled. + </p> + <p> + She looked at him, wonder deepening on the tranquil brow, in the clear, + untroubled gaze. Of course she could not understand his words—but it + was not that which made my own sick apprehension grow. + </p> + <p> + It was that she did not understand what called them forth. Did not even + understand what reason lay behind Ruth's sorrow, Ruth's prayer. + </p> + <p> + And more and more wondering grew in her eyes as she looked from the + threatening Drake to the supplicating Ruth, and from them to the still + body of Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + “Tell her what I say, Goodwin. I mean it.” + </p> + <p> + I shook my head. That was not the way, I knew. I looked toward the Disk, + still flanked with its sextette of spheres, still guarded by the flaming + blue stars. They were motionless, calm, watching. I sensed no hostility, + no anger; it was as though they were waiting for us to—to—waiting + for us to do what? + </p> + <p> + It came to me—they were indifferent. That was it—as + indifferent as we could be to the struggle of an ephemera; and as mildly + curious. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala,” I turned to the woman, “she would not have him suffer; she + would not have him die. She loves him.” + </p> + <p> + “Love?” she repeated, and all of her wonderment seemed crystallized in the + word. “Love?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “She loves him,” I said; and then, why I did not know, but I added, + pointing to Drake: “and he loves her.” + </p> + <p> + There was a tiny, astonished sob from Ruth. Again Norhala brooded over + her. Then with a little despairing shake of her head, she paced over and + faced the great Disk. + </p> + <p> + Tensely we waited. Communication there was between them, interchange of—thought; + how carried out I would not hazard even to myself. + </p> + <p> + But of a surety these two—the goddess woman, the wholly unhuman + shape of metal, of jeweled fires and conscious force—understood each + other. + </p> + <p> + For she turned, stood aside—and the body of Ventnor quivered, arose + from the floor, stood upright and with closed eyes, head dropping upon one + shoulder, glided toward the Disk like a dead man carried by those + messengers never seen by man who, the Arabs believe, bear the death + drugged souls before Allah for their awakening. + </p> + <p> + Ruth moaned and hid her eyes; Drake reached down, gathered her up in his + arms, held her close. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor's body stood before the Disk, then swam up along its face. The + tendrils waved out, felt of it, thrust themselves down through the wide + collar of the shirt. The floating form passed higher, over the edge of the + Disk; lay high beside the right star point of the rayed shape to which + Ruth had been passing when Ventnor's shot brought the tragedy upon us. I + saw other tentacles whip forth, examine, caress. + </p> + <p> + Then down the body swung, was borne through air, laid gently at our feet. + </p> + <p> + “He is not—dead,” it was Norhala beside me; she lifted Ruth's face + from Drake's breast. “He will not die. It may be he will walk again. They + can not help,” there was a shadow of apology in her tones. “They did not + know. They thought it was the”—she hesitated as though at loss for + words—“the—the Fire Play.” + </p> + <p> + “The Fire Play?” I gasped. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she nodded. “You shall see it. And now I will take him to my house. + You are safe—now, nor need you trouble. For he has given you to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Who has given us to you—Norhala?” I asked, as calmly as I could. + </p> + <p> + “He”—she nodded to the Disk, then spoke the phrase that was both + ancient Assyria's and ancient Persia's title for their all-conquering + rulers, and that meant—“the King of Kings. The Great King, Master of + Life and Death.” + </p> + <p> + She took Ruth from Drake's arms, pointing to Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + “Bear him,” she commanded, and led the way back through the walls of + light. + </p> + <p> + As we lifted the body, I slipped my hand through the shirt, felt at the + heart. Faint was the pulsation and slow, but regular. + </p> + <p> + Close to the encircling vapors I cast one look behind me. The shapes stood + immobile, flashing disks, gigantic radiant stars and the six great spheres + beneath their geometric super-Euclidean god or shrine or machine of + interwoven threads of luminous force and metal—still motionless, + still watching. + </p> + <p> + We emerged into the place of pillars. There stood the hooded pony and its + patience, its uncomplaining acceptance of its place as servant to man + brought a lump into my throat, salved, I suppose, my human vanity, abased + as it had been by the colossal indifference of those things to which we + were but playthings. + </p> + <p> + Again Norhala sent forth her call. Out of the maze glided her quintette of + familiars; again the four clicked into one. Upon its top we lifted, Drake + ascending first, the pony; then the body of Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + I saw Norhala lead Ruth to the remaining cube; saw the girl break away + from her, leap beside me, and kneeling at her brother's head, cradle it + against her soft breast. Then as I found in the medicine case the + hypodermic needle and the strychnine for which I had been searching, I + began my examination of Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + The cubes quivered—swept away through the forest of columns. + </p> + <p> + We crouched, the three of us, blind to anything that lay about us, + heedless of whatever road of wonders we were on, striving to strengthen in + Ventnor the spark of life so near extinction. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. “I WILL GIVE YOU PEACE” + </h2> + <p> + In our concentration upon Ventnor none of us had given thought to the + passing of time, nor where we were going. We stripped him to the waist, + and while Ruth massaged head and neck, Drake's strong fingers kneaded + chest and abdomen. I had used to the utmost my somewhat limited medical + knowledge. + </p> + <p> + We had found no mark nor burn upon him, not even upon his hands over which + had run the licking flame. The slightly purplish, cyanotic tinge of his + skin had given way to a clear pallor; the skin was itself disquietingly + cold, the blood-pressure only slightly subnormal. The pulse was more + rapid, stronger; the breathing faint but regular, and with no laboring. + The pupils of his eyes were contracted almost to the point of + invisibility. + </p> + <p> + I could get no nervous reactions whatever. I am familiar with the effects + of electric shock and know what to do in such cases, but Ventnor's + symptoms, while similar in part, presented other features unknown to me + and most puzzling. There was a passive automatism, a perplexing muscular + rigidity which caused arms and legs, hands and head to remain, doll-like, + in any position placed. + </p> + <p> + Several times during my labors I had been aware of Norhala gazing down + upon us; but she made no effort to help, nor did she speak. + </p> + <p> + Now, my strained attention relaxing, I began to receive and note + impressions from without. There was a different feeling in the air, a + diminution of the magnetic tension; I smelled the blessed breath of trees + and water. + </p> + <p> + The light about us was clear and pearly, about the intensity of the moon + at full. Looking back along the way we had been traveling, I saw a half + mile away vertical, knife-sharp edges of two facing cliffs, the gap + between them a mile or more wide. + </p> + <p> + Through them we must have passed, for beyond them were the radiant mists + of the pit of the city, and through this precipitous gateway filtered the + enveloping luminosity. On each side of us uprose gradually converging and + perpendicular scarps along whose base huddled a sparse foliage. + </p> + <p> + There came a low whistle of astonishment from Drake; I turned. We were + slowly gliding toward something that looked like nothing so much as a huge + and shimmering bubble of mingled sapphire and turquoise, swimming up from + and two-thirds above and the balance still hidden within earth. It seemed + to draw to itself the light, sending it back with gleamings of the + gray-blue of the star sapphire, with pellucid azures and lazulis like + clouded jades, with glistening peacock iridescences and tender, milky + greens of tropic shallows. + </p> + <p> + Little turrets globular and topaz, yellow and pierced with tiny hexagonal + openings clustered about it like baby bubbles just nestling down to rest. + </p> + <p> + Great trees shadowed it, unfamiliar trees among whose glossy leaves + blossomed in wreaths flowers pink and white as apple-blossoms. From their + graceful branches strange fruits, golden and scarlet and pear-shaped, hung + pendulous. + </p> + <p> + It was an elfin palace; a goblin dwelling; such a bower as some mirthful, + beauty-loving Jinn King of Jewels might have built from enchanted hoards + for some well-beloved daughter of earth. + </p> + <p> + All of fifty feet in height was the blue globe, and up to a wide and + ovaled entrance ran a broad and shining roadway. Along this the cubes + swept and stopped. + </p> + <p> + “My house,” murmured Norhala. + </p> + <p> + The attraction that had held us to the surface of the blocks relaxed, + angled through changed and assisting lines of force; the hosts of minute + eyes sparkling quizzically, interestedly, at us, we gently slid Ventnor's + body; lifted down the pony. + </p> + <p> + “Enter,” sighed Norhala, and waved a welcoming hand. + </p> + <p> + “Tell her to wait a minute,” ordered Drake. + </p> + <p> + He slipped the bandage from off the pony's head, threw off the saddlebags, + and led it to the side of the roadway where thick, lush grass was growing, + spangled with flowerets. There he hobbled it and rejoined us. Together we + picked up Ventnor and passed slowly through the portal. + </p> + <p> + We stood in a shadowed chamber. The light that filled it was translucent, + and oddly enough with little of the bluish quality I had expected. + Crystalline it was; the shadows crystalline, too, rigid—like the + facets of great crystals. And as my eyes accustomed themselves I saw that + what I had thought shadows actually were none. + </p> + <p> + They were slices of semitransparent stone like pale moonstones, springing + from the curving walls and the high dome, and bisecting and intersecting + the chamber. They were pierced with oval doorways over which fell + glimmering metallic curtains—silk of silver and gold. + </p> + <p> + I glimpsed a pile of this silken stuff near by, and as we laid our burden + upon it Ruth caught my arm with a little frightened cry. + </p> + <p> + Through a curtained oval sidled a figure. + </p> + <p> + Black and tall, its long and gnarled arms swung apelike; its shoulders + were distorted, one so much longer than the other that the hand upon that + side hung far below the knee. + </p> + <p> + It walked with a curious, crablike motion. Upon its face were stamped + countless wrinkles and its blackness seemed less that of pigmentation than + the weathering of unbelievable years, the very stain of ancientness. And + about neither face nor figure was there anything to show whether it was + man or woman. + </p> + <p> + From the twisted shoulders a short and sleeveless red tunic fell. + Incredibly old the creature was—and by its corded muscles, its + sinewy tendons, as incredibly powerful. It raised within me a half sick + revulsion, loathing. But the eyes were not ancient, no. Irisless, + lashless, black and brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web of + wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of worship. + </p> + <p> + It threw itself at her feet, prostrate, the inordinately long arms + outstretched. + </p> + <p> + “Mistress!” it whined in a high and curiously unpleasant falsetto. “Great + lady! Goddess!” + </p> + <p> + She stretched out a sandaled foot, touched one of the black taloned hands, + and at the contact I saw a shiver of ecstasy run through the lank body. + “Yuruk—” she began, and paused, regarding us. + </p> + <p> + “The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!” It was a chant of + adoration. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk. Rise. Look upon the strangers.” + </p> + <p> + The creature—and now I knew what it was—writhed, twisted, and + hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, hands knuckling the floor. + </p> + <p> + By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain that not till now had + the eunuch taken cognizance of us. The amazement fled, was replaced with a + black fire of malignancy, of hatred—jealousy. + </p> + <p> + “Augh!” he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm toward Ruth. She + gave a little cry, cowered against Drake. + </p> + <p> + “None of that!” He struck down the clutching arm. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk!” There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned voice. “Yuruk, these + belong to me. No harm must come to them. Yuruk—beware!” + </p> + <p> + “The goddess commands. Yuruk obeys.” If fear quavered in the words, + beneath was more than a trace of a sullenness, too, sinister enough. + </p> + <p> + “That's a nice little playmate for her new playthings,” muttered Drake. + “If that bird gets the least bit gay—I shoot him pronto.” He gave + Ruth a reassuring hug. “Cheer up, Ruth. Don't mind that thing. He's + something we can handle.” + </p> + <p> + Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one of the curtained + ovals and through it, reappearing almost instantly with a huge platter + upon which were fruits, and a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick + porcelain. + </p> + <p> + “Eat,” she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the platter at our feet. + </p> + <p> + “Hungry?” asked Drake. Ruth shook her head violently. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going out for the saddlebags,” said Drake. “We'll use our own stuff—while + it lasts. I'm taking no chances on what the Yuruk lad brings—with + all due respect to Norhala's good intentions.” + </p> + <p> + He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his way. + </p> + <p> + “We have with us food of our own, Norhala,” I explained. “He goes to get + it.” + </p> + <p> + She nodded indifferently; clapped her hands. Yuruk shrank back, and out + strode Drake. + </p> + <p> + “I am weary,” sighed Norhala. “The way was long. I will refresh myself—” + </p> + <p> + She stretched out a foot toward Yuruk. He knelt, unlaced the turquoise + bands, drew off the sandals. Her hands sought her breast, dwelt for an + instant there. + </p> + <p> + Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as though reluctant to + unclasp her; whispering they fell from the high and tender breasts, the + delicate rounded hips, and clustered about her feet in soft petalings as + of some flower of pale amber foam. Out of the calyx of that flower arose + the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with glowing glory of her cloudy + hair. + </p> + <p> + Naked she was, yet clothed with an unearthly purity, the purity of the + far-flung, serene stars, of the eternal snows upon some calm, high-flung + peak, the tranquil, silver dawns of spring; protected by some spell of + divinity which chilled and slew the flame of desire. A maiden Ishtar, a + virginal Isis; a woman—yet with no more of woman's lure than if she + had been some exquisite and breathing statue of mingled ivory and milk of + pearls. + </p> + <p> + So she stood, indifferent to us who gazed upon her, withdrawn, musing, as + though she had forgotten us. And that serene indifference, with its entire + absence of what we term sex consciousness, revealed to me once more how + great was the abyss between us and her. + </p> + <p> + Slowly she raised her arms, wound the floating tresses into a coronal. I + saw Drake enter with the saddlebags; saw them drop from hands relaxing + under the shock of this amazing tableau; saw his eyes widen and fill with + wonder and half-awed admiration. + </p> + <p> + Now Norhala stepped out of her fallen robes and moved toward the further + wall, Yuruk following. He stooped, raised an ewer of silver and began + gently to pour over her shoulders its contents. Again and again he bent + and filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which came the + bubbling and chuckling of a little spring. And again I marveled at the + marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing water + left tiny silvery globules, gemming it. The eunuch slithered to one side, + drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted her dry with them; + threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue. + </p> + <p> + Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her brother's + head upon her knees. + </p> + <p> + She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; hesitated as Ruth's + face set in a passion of denial. A shadow of kindness drifted through the + wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked curiously + down on Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + “Bathe,” she murmured, and pointed to the pool. “And rest. No harm shall + come to any of you here. And you—” A hand rested for a moment + lightly on the girl's curly head. “When you desire it—I will again + give you—peace!” + </p> + <p> + She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, was hidden beyond + them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. “VOICE FROM THE VOID” + </h2> + <p> + Helplessly we looked at each other. Then called forth perhaps by what she + saw in Drake's eyes, perhaps by another thought, Ruth's cheeks crimsoned, + her head drooped; the web of her hair hid the warm rose of her face, the + frozen pallor of Ventnor's. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly, she sprang to her feet. “Walter! Dick! Something's happening to + Martin!” + </p> + <p> + Before she had ceased we were beside her; bending over Ventnor. His mouth + was opening, slowly, slowly—with an effort agonizing to watch. Then + his voice came through lips that scarcely moved; faint, faint as though it + floated from infinite distances, a ghost of a voice whispering with + phantom breath out of a dead throat. + </p> + <p> + “Hard—hard! So hard!” the whispering complained. “Don't know how + long I can keep connection—with voice. + </p> + <p> + “Was fool to shoot. Sorry—might have gotten you in worse trouble—but + crazy with fear for Ruth—thought, too, might be worth chance. Sorry—not + my usual line—” + </p> + <p> + The thin thread of sound ceased. I felt my eyes fill with tears; it was + like Ventnor to flay himself like this for what he thought stupidity, like + him to make this effort to admit his supposed fault and crave forgiveness—as + like him as that mad attack upon the flaming Disk in its own temple, + surrounded by its ministers, had been so bafflingly unlike his usual cool, + collected self. + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” I called, bending closer, “it's nothing, old friend. No one + blames you. Try to rouse yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear,” it was Ruth, passionately tender, “it's me. Can you hear me?” + </p> + <p> + “Only speck of consciousness and motionless in the void,” the whisper + began again. “Terribly alive, terribly alone. Seem outside space yet—still + in body. Can't see, hear, feel—short-circuited from every sense—but + in some strange way realize you—Ruth, Walter, Drake. + </p> + <p> + “See without seeing—here floating in darkness that is also light—black + light—indescribable. In touch, too, with these—” + </p> + <p> + Again the voice trailed into silence; returned, word and phrase pouring + forth disconnected, with a curious and turbulent rhythm, like rushing wave + crests linked by half-seen threads of the spindrift, vocal fragments of + thought swiftly assembled by some subtle faculty of the mind as they fell + into a coherent, incredible message. + </p> + <p> + “Group consciousness—gigantic—operating within our sphere—operating + also in spheres of vibration, energy, force—above, below one to + which humanity reacts—perception, command forces known to us—but + in greater degree—cognizant, manipulate unknown energies—senses + known to us—unknown—can't realize them fully—impossible + cover, only impinge on contact points akin to our senses, forces—even + these profoundly modified by additional ones—metallic, crystalline, + magnetic, electric—inorganic with every power of organic—consciousness + basically same as ours—profoundly changed by differences in + mechanism through which it finds expression—difference our bodies—theirs. + </p> + <p> + “Conscious, mobile—inexorable, invulnerable. Getting clearer—see + more clearly—see—” the voice shrilled out in a shuddering, + thin lash of despair—“No! No—oh, God—no!” + </p> + <p> + Then clearly and solemnly: + </p> + <p> + “And God said: let us make men in our image, after our likeness, and let + them have dominion over all the earth, and every creeping thing that + creepeth upon the earth.” + </p> + <p> + A silence; we bent closer, listening; the still, small voice took up the + thread once more—but clearly further on. Something we had missed + between that text from Genesis and what we were now hearing; something + that even as he had warned us, he had not been able to articulate. The + whisper broke through clearly in the middle of a sentence. + </p> + <p> + “Nor is Jehovah the God of myriads of millions who through those same + centuries, and centuries upon centuries before them, found earth a garden + and grave—and all these countless gods and goddesses only phantom + barriers raised by man to stand between him and the eternal forces man's + instinct has always warned him are ever in readiness to destroy. That do + destroy him as soon as his vigilance relaxes, his resistance weakens—the + eternal, ruthless law that will annihilate humanity the instant it runs + counter to that law and turns its will and strength against itself—” + </p> + <p> + A little pause; then came these singular sentences: + </p> + <p> + “Weaklings praying for miracles to make easy the path their own wills + should clear. Beggars who whine for alms from dreams. Shirkers each + struggling to place upon his god the burden whose carrying and whose + carrying alone can give him strength to walk free and unafraid, himself + godlike among the stars.” + </p> + <p> + And now distinctly, unfalteringly, the voice went on: + </p> + <p> + “Dominion over all the earth? Yes—as long as man is fit to rule; no + longer. Science has warned us. Where was the mammal when the giant + reptiles reigned? Slinking hidden and afraid in the dark and secret + places. Yet man sprang from these skulking beasts. + </p> + <p> + “For how long a time in the history of earth has man been master of it? + For a breath—for a cloud's passing. And will remain master only + until something grown stronger wrests mastery from him—even as he + wrested it from his ravening kind—as they took it from the reptiles—as + did the reptiles from the giant saurians—which snatched it from the + nightmare rulers of the Triassic—and so down to whatever held sway + in the murk of earth dawn. + </p> + <p> + “Life! Life! Life! Life everywhere struggling for completion! + </p> + <p> + “Life crowding other life aside, battling for its moment of supremacy, + gaining it, holding it for one rise and fall of the wings of time beating + through eternity—and then—hurled down, trampled under the feet + of another straining life whose hour has struck. + </p> + <p> + “Life crowding outside every barred threshold in a million circling + worlds, yes, in a million rushing universes; pressing against the doors, + bursting them down, overwhelming, forcing out those dwellers who had + thought themselves so secure. + </p> + <p> + “And these—these—” the voice suddenly dropped, became thickly, + vibrantly resonant, “over the Threshold, within the House of Man—nor + does he even dream that his doors are down. These—Things of metal + whose brains are thinking crystals—Things that suck their strength + from the sun and whose blood is the lightning. + </p> + <p> + “The sun! The sun!” he cried. “There lies their weakness!” + </p> + <p> + The voice rose in pitch, grew strident. + </p> + <p> + “Go back to the city! Go back to the city! Walter—Drake. They are + not invulnerable. No! The sun—strike them through the sun! Go into + the city—not invulnerable—the Keeper of the Cones—strike + at the Cones when—the Keeper of the Cones—ah-h-h-ah—” + </p> + <p> + We shrank back appalled, for from the parted, scarcely moving lips in the + unchanging face a gust of laughter, mad, mocking, terrifying, racked its + way. + </p> + <p> + “Vulnerable—under the law—even as we! The Cones! + </p> + <p> + “Go!” he gasped. A tremor shook him; slowly the mouth closed. + </p> + <p> + “Martin! Brother,” wept Ruth. I thrust my hand into his breast; felt the + heart beating, with a curious suggestion of stubborn, unshakable strength, + as though every vital force had concentrated there as in a beleaguered + citadel. + </p> + <p> + But Ventnor himself, the consciousness that was Ventnor was gone; had + withdrawn into that subjective void in which he had said he floated—a + lonely sentient atom, his one line of communication with us cut; severed + from us as completely as though he were, as he had described it, outside + space. + </p> + <p> + And Drake and I looked at each other's eyes, neither daring to be first to + break the silence of which the muffled sobbing of the girl seemed to be + the sorrowful soul. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. “FREE! BUT A MONSTER!” + </h2> + <p> + The peculiar ability of the human mind to slip so readily into the refuge + of the commonplace after, or even during, some well-nigh intolerable + crisis, has been to me long one of the most interesting phenomena of our + psychology. + </p> + <p> + It is instinctively a protective habit, of course, acquired through + precisely the same causes that had given to animals their protective + coloration—the stripes, say, of the zebra and tiger that blend so + cunningly with the barred and speckled shadowings of bush and jungle, the + twig and leaflike shapes and hues of certain insects; in fact, all that + natural camouflage which was the basis of the art of concealment so + astonishingly developed in the late war. + </p> + <p> + Like the animals of the wild, the mind of man moves through a jungle—the + jungle of life, passing along paths beaten out by the thought of his + countless forefathers in their progress from birth to death. + </p> + <p> + And these paths are bordered and screened, figuratively and literally, + with bush and trees of his own selection, setting out and cultivation—shelters + of the familiar, the habitual, the customary. + </p> + <p> + On these ancestral paths, within these barriers of usage, man moves hidden + and secure as the animals in their haunts—or so he thinks. + </p> + <p> + Outside them lie the wildernesses and the gardens of the unknown, and + man's little trails are but rabbit-runs in an illimitable forest. + </p> + <p> + But they are home to him! + </p> + <p> + Therefore it is that he scurries from some open place of revelation, some + storm of emotion, some strength-testing struggle, back into the shelter of + the obvious; finding it an intellectual environment that demands no + slightest expenditure of mental energy or initiative, strength to sally + forth again into the unfamiliar. + </p> + <p> + I crave pardon for this digression. I set it down because now I remember + how, when Drake at last broke the silence that had closed in upon the + passing of that still, small voice the essence of these thoughts occurred + to me. + </p> + <p> + He strode over to the weeping girl, and in his voice was a roughness that + angered me until I realized his purpose. + </p> + <p> + “Get up, Ruth,” he ordered. “He came back once and he'll come back again. + Now let him be and help us get a meal together. I'm hungry.” + </p> + <p> + She looked up at him, incredulously, indignation rising. + </p> + <p> + “Eat!” she exclaimed. “You can be hungry?” + </p> + <p> + “You bet I can—and I am,” he answered cheerfully. “Come on; we've + got to make the best of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ruth,” I broke in gently, “we'll all have to think about ourselves a + little if we're to be of any use to him. You must eat—and then + rest.” + </p> + <p> + “No use crying in the milk even if it's spilt,” observed Drake, even more + cheerfully brutal. “I learned that at the front where we got so we'd yelp + for food even when the lads who'd been bringing it were all mixed up in + it.” + </p> + <p> + She lifted Ventnor's head from her lap, rested it on the silks; arose, + eyes wrathful, her little hands closed in fists as though to strike him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh—you brute!” she whispered. “And I thought—I thought—Oh, + I hate you!” + </p> + <p> + “That's better,” said Dick. “Go ahead and hit me if you want. The madder + you get the better you'll feel.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment I thought she was going to take him at his word; then her + anger fled. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks—Dick,” she said quietly. + </p> + <p> + And while I sat studying Ventnor, they put together a meal from the + stores, brewed tea over the spirit-lamp with water from the bubbling + spring. In these commonplaces I knew that she at least was finding relief + from that strain of the abnormal under which we had labored so long. To my + surprise I found that I was hungry, and with deep relief I watched Ruth + partake of food and drink even though lightly. + </p> + <p> + About her seemed to hover something of the ethereal, elusive, and + disquieting. Was it the strangely pellucid light that gave the effect, I + wondered; and knew it was not, for as I scanned her covertly, there fell + upon her face that shadow of inhuman tranquillity, of unearthly withdrawal + which, I guessed, had more than anything else maddened Ventnor into his + attack upon the Disk. + </p> + <p> + I watched her fight against it, drive it back. White lipped, she raised + her head and met my gaze. And in her eyes I read both terror and—shame. + </p> + <p> + It came to me that painful as it might be for her the time for questioning + had come. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth,” I said, “I know it's not necessary to remind you that we're in a + tight place. Every fact and every scrap of knowledge that we can lay hold + of is of the utmost importance in enabling us to determine our course. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to repeat your brother's question—what did Norhala do to + you? And what happened when you were floating before the Disk?” + </p> + <p> + The blaze of interest in Drake's eyes at these questions changed to + amazement at her stricken recoil from them. + </p> + <p> + “There was nothing,” she whispered—then defiantly—“nothing. I + don't know what you mean.” + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” I spoke sharply now, in my own perplexity. “You do know. You must + tell us—for his sake.” I pointed toward Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + She drew a long breath. + </p> + <p> + “You're right—of course,” she said unsteadily. “Only I—I + thought maybe I could fight it out myself. But you'll have to know it—there's + a taint upon me.” + </p> + <p> + I caught in Drake's swift glance the echo of my own thrill of apprehension + for her sanity. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said, now quietly. “Some new and alien thing within my heart, + my brain, my soul. It came to me from Norhala when we rode the flying + block, and—he—sealed upon me when I was in—his”—again + she crimsoned, “embrace.” + </p> + <p> + And as we gazed at her, incredulously: + </p> + <p> + “A thing that urges me to forget you two—and Martin—and all + the world I've known. That tries to pull me from you—from all—to + drift untroubled in some vast calm filled with an ordered ecstasy of + peace. And whose calling I want, God help me, oh, so desperately to heed! + </p> + <p> + “It whispered to me first,” she said, “from Norhala—when she put her + arm around me. It whispered and then seemed to float from her and cover me + like—like a veil, and from head to foot. It was a quietness and + peace that held within it a happiness at one and the same time utterly + tranquil and utterly free. + </p> + <p> + “I seemed to be at the doorway to unknown ecstasies—and the life I + had known only a dream—and you, all of you—even Martin, dreams + within a dream. You weren't—real—and you did not—matter.” + </p> + <p> + “Hypnotism,” muttered Drake, as she paused. + </p> + <p> + “No.” She shook her head. “No—more than that. The wonder of it grew—and + grew. I thrilled with it. I remember nothing of that ride, saw nothing—except + that once through the peace enfolding me pierced warning that Martin was + in peril, and I broke through to see him clutching Norhala and to see + floating up in her eyes death for him. + </p> + <p> + “And I saved him—and again forgot. Then, when I saw that beautiful, + flaming Shape—I felt no terror, no fear—only a tremendous—joyous—anticipation, + as though—as though—” She faltered, hung her head, then + leaving that sentence unfinished, whispered: “and when—it—lifted + me it was as though I had come at last out of some endless black ocean of + despair into the full sun of paradise.” + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” cried Drake, and at the pain in his cry she winced. + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” she said, and held up a little, tremulous hand. “You asked—and + now you must listen.” + </p> + <p> + She was silent; and when once more she spoke her voice was low, curiously + rhythmic; her eyes rapt: + </p> + <p> + “I was free—free from every human fetter of fear or sorrow or love + or hate; free even of hope—for what was there to hope for when + everything desirable was mine? And I was elemental; one with the eternal + things yet fully conscious that I was—I. + </p> + <p> + “It was as though I were the shining shadow of a star afloat upon the + breast of some still and hidden woodland pool; as though I were a little + wind dancing among the mountain tops; a mist whirling down a quiet glen; a + shimmering lance of the aurora pulsing in the high solitudes. + </p> + <p> + “And there was music—strange and wondrous music and terrible, but + not terrible to me—who was part of it. Vast chords and singing + themes that rang like clusters of little swinging stars and harmonies that + were like the very voice of infinite law resolving within itself all + discords. And all—all—passionless, yet—rapturous. + </p> + <p> + “Out of the Thing that held me, out from its fires pulsed vitality—a + flood of inhuman energy in which I was bathed. And it was as though this + energy were—reassembling me, fitting me even closer to the elemental + things, changing me fully into them. + </p> + <p> + “I felt the little tendrils touching, caressing—then came the shots. + Awakening was—dreadful, a struggling back from drowning. I saw + Martin—blasted. I drove the—the spell away from me, tore it + away. + </p> + <p> + “And, O Walter—Dick—it hurt—it hurt—and for a + breath before I ran to him it was like—like coming from a world in + which there was no disorder, no sorrow, no doubts, a rhythmic, harmonious + world of light and music, into—into a world that was like a black + and dirty kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “And it's there,” her voice rose, hysterically. “It's still within me—whispering, + whispering; urging me away from you, from Martin, from every human thing; + bidding me give myself up, surrender my humanity. + </p> + <p> + “Its seal,” she sobbed. “No—HIS seal! An alien consciousness sealed + within me, that tries to make the human me a slave—that waits to + overcome my will—and if I surrender gives me freedom, an incredible + freedom—but makes me, being still human, a—monster.” + </p> + <p> + She hid her face in her hands, quivering. + </p> + <p> + “If I could sleep,” she wailed. “But I'm afraid to sleep. I think I shall + never sleep again. For sleeping how do I know what I may be when I wake?” + </p> + <p> + I caught Drake's eye; he nodded. I slipped my hand down into the + medicine-case, brought forth a certain potent and tasteless combination of + drugs which I carry upon explorations. + </p> + <p> + I dropped a little into her cup, then held it to her lips. Like a child, + unthinking, she obeyed and drank. + </p> + <p> + “But I'll not surrender.” Her eyes were tragic. “Never think it! I can win—don't + you know I can?” + </p> + <p> + “Win?” Drake dropped down beside her, drew her toward him. “Bravest girl + I've known—of course you'll win. And remember this—nine-tenths + of what you're thinking now is purely over-wrought nerves and weariness. + You'll win—and we'll win, never doubt it.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't,” she said. “I know it—oh, it will be hard—but I will—I + will—” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. THE HOUSE OF NORHALA + </h2> + <p> + Her eyes closed, her body relaxed; the potion had done its work quickly. + We laid her beside Ventnor on the pile of silken stuffs, covered them both + with a fold, then looked at each other long and silently—and I + wondered whether my face was as grim and drawn as his. + </p> + <p> + “It appears,” he said at last, curtly, “that it's up to you and me for + powwow quick. I hope you're not sleepy.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not,” I answered as curtly; the edge of nerves in his manner of + questioning doing nothing to soothe my own, “and even if I were I would + hardly expect to put all the burden of the present problem upon you by + going to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “For God's sake don't be a prima donna,” he flared up. “I meant no + offense.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sorry, Dick,” I said. “We're both a little jumpy, I guess.” He + nodded; gripped my hand. + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn't be so bad,” he muttered, “if all four of us were all right. + But Ventnor's down and out, and God alone knows for how long. And Ruth—has + all the trouble we have and some special ones of her own. I've an idea”—he + hesitated—“an idea that there was no exaggeration in that story she + told—an idea that if anything she underplayed it.” + </p> + <p> + “I, too,” I replied somberly. “And to me it is the most hideous phase of + this whole situation—and for reasons not all connected with Ruth,” I + added. + </p> + <p> + “Hideous!” he repeated. “Unthinkable—yet all this is unthinkable. + And still—it is! And Ventnor—coming back—that way. Like + a lost soul finding voice. + </p> + <p> + “Was it raving, Goodwin? Or could he have been—how was it he put it—in + touch with these Things and their purpose? Was that message—truth?” + </p> + <p> + “Ask yourself that question,” I said. “Man—you know it was truth. + Had not inklings of it come to you even before he spoke? They had to me. + His message was but an interpretation, a synthesis of facts I, for one, + lacked the courage to admit.” + </p> + <p> + “I, too,” he nodded. “But he went further than that. What did he mean by + the Keeper of the Cones—and that the Things—were vulnerable + under the same law that orders us? And why did he command us to go back to + the city? How could he know—how could he?” + </p> + <p> + “There's nothing inexplicable in that, at any rate,” I answered. “Abnormal + sensitivity of perception due to the cutting off of all sensual + impressions. There's nothing uncommon in that. You have its most familiar + form in the sensitivity of the blind. You've watched the same thing at + work in certain forms of hypnotic experimentation, haven't you? + </p> + <p> + “Through the operation of entirely understandable causes the mind gains + the power to react to vibrations that normally pass unperceived; is able + to project itself through this keying up of perception into a wider area + of consciousness than the normal. Just as in certain diseases of the ear + the sufferer, though deaf to sounds within the average range of hearing, + is fully aware of sound vibrations far above and far below those the + healthy ear registers.” + </p> + <p> + “I know,” he said. “I don't need to be convinced. But we accept these + things in theory—and when we get up against them for ourselves we + doubt. + </p> + <p> + “How many people are there in Christendom, do you think, who believe that + the Saviour ascended from the dead, but who if they saw it today would + insist upon medical inspection, doctor's certificates, a clinic, and even + after that render a Scotch verdict? I'm not speaking irreverently—I'm + just stating a fact.” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly he moved away from me, strode over to the curtained oval through + which Norhala had gone. + </p> + <p> + “Dick,” I cried, following him hastily, “where are you going? What are you + going to do?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm going after Norhala,” he answered. “I'm going to have a showdown with + her or know the reason why.” + </p> + <p> + “Drake,” I cried again, aghast, “don't make the mistake Ventnor did. + That's not the way to win through. Don't—I beg you, don't.” + </p> + <p> + “You're wrong,” he answered stubbornly. “I'm going to get her. She's got + to talk.” + </p> + <p> + He thrust out a hand to the curtains. Before he could touch them, they + were parted. Out from between them slithered the black eunuch. He stood + motionless, regarding us; in the ink-black eyes a red flame of hatred. I + pushed myself between him and Drake. + </p> + <p> + “Where is your mistress, Yuruk?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “The goddess has gone,” he replied sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “Gone?” I said suspiciously, for certainly Norhala had not passed us. + “Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Who shall question the goddess?” he asked. “She comes and she goes as she + pleases.” + </p> + <p> + I translated this for Drake. + </p> + <p> + “He's got to show me,” he said. “Don't think I'm going to spill any beans, + Goodwin. But I want to talk to her. I think I'm right, honestly I do.” + </p> + <p> + After all, I reflected, there was much in his determination to recommend + it. It was the obvious thing to do—unless we admitted that Norhala + was superhuman; and that I would not admit. In command of forces we did + not yet know, en rapport with these People of Metal, sealed with that + alien consciousness Ruth had described—all these, yes. But still a + woman—of that I was certain. And surely Drake could be trusted not + to repeat Ventnor's error. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk,” I said, “we think you lie. We would speak to your mistress. Take + us to her.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you that the goddess is not here,” he said. “If you do not + believe it is nothing to me. I cannot take you to her for I do not know + where she is. Is it your wish that I take you through her house?” + </p> + <p> + “It is,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “The goddess has commanded me to serve you in all things.” He bowed, + sardonically. “Follow.” + </p> + <p> + Our search was short. We stepped out into what for want of better words I + can describe only as a central hall. It was circular, and strewn with + thick piled small rugs whose hues had been softened by the alchemy of time + into exquisite, shadowy echoes of color. + </p> + <p> + The walls of this hall were of the same moonstone substance that had + enclosed the chamber upon whose inner threshold we were. They whirled + straight up to the dome in a crystalline, cylindrical cone. Four doorways + like that in which we stood pierced them. Through each of their + curtainings in turn we peered. + </p> + <p> + All were precisely similar in shape and proportions, radiating in a + lunetted, curved base triangle from the middle chamber; the curvature of + the enclosing globe forming back wall and roof; the translucent slicings + the sides; the circle of floor of the inner hall the truncating lunette. + </p> + <p> + The first of these chambers was utterly bare. The one opposite held a + half-dozen suits of the lacquered armor, as many wicked looking, short and + double-edged swords and long javelins. The third I judged to be the lair + of Yuruk; within it was a copper brazier, a stand of spears and a gigantic + bow, a quiver full of arrows leaning beside it. The fourth room was + littered with coffers great and small, of wood and of bronze, and all + tightly closed. + </p> + <p> + The fifth room was beyond question Norhala's bedchamber. Upon its floor + the ancient rugs were thick. A low couch of carven ivory inset with gold + rested a few feet from the doorway. A dozen or more of the chests were + scattered about and flowing over with silken stuffs. + </p> + <p> + Upon the back of four golden lions stood a high mirror of polished silver. + And close to it, in curiously incongruous domestic array stood a stiffly + marshaled row of sandals. Upon one of the chests were heaped combs and + fillets of shell and gold and ivory studded with jewels blue and yellow + and crimson. + </p> + <p> + To all of these we gave but a passing glance. We sought for Norhala. And + of her we found no shadow. She had gone even as the black eunuch had said; + flitting unseen past Ruth, perhaps, absorbed in her watch over her + brother; perhaps through some hidden opening in this room of hers. + </p> + <p> + Yuruk let drop the curtains, sidled back to the first room, we after him. + The two there had not moved. We drew the saddlebags close, propped + ourselves against them. + </p> + <p> + The black eunuch squatted a dozen feet away, facing us, chin upon his + knees, taking us in with unblinking eyes blank of any emotion. Then he + began to move slowly his tremendously long arms in easy, soothing motion, + the hands running along the floor upon their talons in arcs and circles. + It was curious how these hands seemed to be endowed with a volition of + their own, independent of the arms upon which they swung. + </p> + <p> + And now I could see only the hands, shuttling so smoothly, so rhythmically + back and forth—weaving so sleepily, so sleepily back and forth—black + hands that dripped sleep—hypnotic. + </p> + <p> + Hypnotic! I sprang from the lethargy closing upon me. In one quick side + glance I saw Drake's head nodding—nodding in time to the movement of + the black hands. I jumped to my feet, shaking with an intensity of rage + unfamiliar to me; thrust my pistol into the wrinkled face. + </p> + <p> + “Damn you!” I cried. “Stop that. Stop it and turn your back.” + </p> + <p> + The corded muscles of the arms contracted, the claws of the slithering + paws drew in as though he were about to clutch me; the ebon pools of eyes + were covered with a frozen film of hate. + </p> + <p> + He could not have known what was this tube with which I menaced him, but + its threat he certainly sensed and was afraid to meet. He squattered + about, wrapped his arms around his knees, crouched with back toward us. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” asked Drake drowsily. + </p> + <p> + “He tried to hypnotize us,” I answered shortly. “And pretty nearly did.” + </p> + <p> + “So that's what it was.” He was now wide awake. “I watched those hands of + his and got sleepier and sleepier—I guess we'd better tie Mr. Yuruk + up.” He jumped to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “No,” I said, restraining him. “No. He's safe enough as long as we're on + the alert. I don't want to use any force on him yet. Wait until we know we + can get something worth while by doing it.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” he nodded, grimly. “But when the time comes I'm telling you + straight, Doc, I'm going the limit. There's something about that human + spider that makes me itch to squash him—slowly.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll have no compunction—when it's worth while,” I answered as + grimly. + </p> + <p> + We sank down again against the saddlebags; Drake brought out a black pipe, + looked at it sorrowfully; at me appealingly. + </p> + <p> + “All mine was on that pony that bolted,” I answered his wistfulness. + </p> + <p> + “All mine was on my beast, too,” he sighed. “And I lost my pouch in that + spurt from the ruins.” + </p> + <p> + He sighed again, clamped white teeth down upon the stem. + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” he said at last, “if Ventnor was right in that—that + disembodied analysis of his, it's rather—well, terrifying, isn't + it?” + </p> + <p> + “It's all of that,” I replied, “and considerably more.” + </p> + <p> + “Metal, he said,” Drake mused. “Things of metal with brains of thinking + crystal and their blood the lightnings. You accept that?” + </p> + <p> + “So far as my own observation has gone—yes,” I said. “Metallic yet + mobile. Inorganic but with all the quantities we have hitherto thought + only those of the organic and with others added. Crystalline, of course, + in structure and highly complex. Activated by magnetic-electric forces + consciously exerted and as much a part of their life as brain energy and + nerve currents are of our human life. Animate, moving, sentient + combinations of metal and electric energy.” + </p> + <p> + He said: + </p> + <p> + “The opening of the Disk from the globe and of the two blasting stars from + the pyramids show the flexibility of the outer—plate would you call + it? I couldn't help thinking of the armadillo after I had time to think at + all.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be”—I struggled against the conviction now strong upon me—“it + may be that within that metallic shell is an organic body, something soft—animal, + as there is within the horny carapace of the turtle, the nacreous valves + of the oyster, the shells of the crustaceans—it may be that even + their inner surface is organic—” + </p> + <p> + “No,” he interrupted, “if there is a body—as we know a body—it + must be between the outer surface and the inner, for the latter is + crystal, jewel hard, impenetrable. + </p> + <p> + “Goodwin—Ventnor's bullets hit fair. I saw them strike. They did not + ricochet—they dropped dead. Like flies dashed up against a rock—and + the Thing was no more conscious of their striking than a rock would have + been of those flies.” + </p> + <p> + “Drake,” I said, “my own conviction is that these creatures are absolutely + metallic, entirely inorganic—incredible, unknown forms. Let us go on + that basis.” + </p> + <p> + “I think so, too,” he nodded; “but I wanted you to say it first. And yet—is + it so incredible, Goodwin? What is the definition of vital intelligence—sentience? + </p> + <p> + “Haeckel's is the accepted one. Anything which can receive a stimulus, + that can react to a stimulus and retains memory of a stimulus must be + called an intelligent, conscious entity. The gap between what we have long + called the organic and the inorganic is steadily decreasing. Do you know + of the remarkable experiments of Lillie upon various metals?” + </p> + <p> + “Vaguely,” I said. + </p> + <p> + “Lillie,” he went on, “proved that under the electric current and other + exciting mediums metals exhibited practically every reaction of the human + nerve and muscle. It grew weary, rested, and after resting was perceptibly + stronger than before; it got what was practically indigestion, and it + exhibited a peculiar but unmistakable memory. Also, he found, it could + acquire disease and die. + </p> + <p> + “Lillie concluded that there existed a real metallic consciousness. It was + Le Bon who first proved also that metal is more sensitive than man, and + that its immobility is only apparent. (Le Bon in 'Evolution of Matter,' + Chapter eleven.) + </p> + <p> + “Take the block of magnetic iron that stands so gray and apparently + lifeless, subject it to a magnetic current lifeless, what happens? The + iron block is composed of molecules which under ordinary conditions are + disposed in all possible directions indifferently. But when the current + passes through there is tremendous movement in that apparently inert mass. + All of the tiny particles of which it is composed turn and shift until + their north poles all point more or less approximately in the direction of + the magnetic force. + </p> + <p> + “When that happens the block itself becomes a magnet, filled with and + surrounded by a field of magnetic energy; instinct with it. Outwardly it + has not moved; actually there has been prodigious motion.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is not conscious motion,” I objected. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but how do you know?” he asked. “If Jacques Loeb* is right, that + action of the iron molecules is every bit as conscious a movement as the + least and the greatest of our own. There is absolutely no difference + between them. + </p> + <p> + “Your and my and its every movement is nothing but an involuntary and + inevitable reaction to a certain stimulus. If he's right, then I'm a + buttercup—but that's neither here nor there. Loeb—all he did + was to restate destiny, one of humanity's oldest ideas, in the terms of + tropisms, infusoria and light. Omar Khayyam chemically reincarnated in the + Rockefeller Institute. Nevertheless those who accept his theories have to + admit that there is essentially no difference between their impulses and + the rush of filings toward a magnet. + </p> + <p> + “Equally nevertheless, Goodwin, the iron does meet Haeckel's three tests—it + can receive a stimulus, it does react to that stimulus and it retains + memory of it; for even after the current has ceased it remains changed in + tensile strength, conductivity and other qualities that were modified by + the passage of that current; and as time passes this memory fades. + Precisely as some human experience increases wariness, caution, which + keying up of qualities remains with us after the experience has passed, + and fades away in the ratio of our sensitivity plus retentiveness divided + by the time elapsing from the original experience—exactly as it is + in the iron.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * Professor Jacques Loeb, of the Rockefeller Institute, New + York, “The Mechanistic Conception of Life.” + </pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. CONSCIOUS METAL! + </h2> + <p> + “Granted,” I acquiesced. “We now come to their means of locomotion. In its + simplest terms all locomotion is progress through space against the force + of gravitation. Man's walk is a series of rhythmic stumbles against this + force that constantly strives to drag him down to earth's face and keep + him pressed there. Gravitation is an etheric—magnetic vibration akin + to the force which holds, to use your simile again, Drake, the filing + against the magnet. A walk is a constant breaking of the current. + </p> + <p> + “Take a motion picture of a man walking and run it through the lantern + rapidly and he seems to be flying. We have none of the awkward fallings + and recoveries that are the tempo of walking as we see it. + </p> + <p> + “I take it that the movement of these Things is a conscious breaking of + the gravitational current just as much as is our own movement, but by a + rhythm so swift that it appears to be continuous. + </p> + <p> + “Doubtless if we could so control our sight as to admit the vibrations of + light slowly enough we would see this apparently smooth motion as a series + of leaps—just as we do when the motion-picture operator slows down + his machine sufficiently to show us walking in a series of stumbles. + </p> + <p> + “Very well—so far, then, we have nothing in this phenomenon which + the human mind cannot conceive as possible; therefore intellectually we + still remain masters of the phenomena; for it is only that which human + thought cannot encompass which it need fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Metallic,” he said, “and crystalline. And yet—why not? What are we + but bags of skin filled with certain substances in solution and stretched + over a supporting and mobile mechanism largely made up of lime? Out of + that primeval jelly which Gregory * calls Protobion came after untold + millions of years us with our skins, our nails, and our hair; came, too, + the serpents with their scales, the birds with their feathers; the horny + hide of the rhinoceros and the fairy wings of the butterfly; the shell of + the crab, the gossamer loveliness of the moth and the shimmering wonder of + the mother-of-pearl. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * J. W. Gregory, F.R.S.D.Sc., Professor of Geology, + University of Glasgow. +</pre> + <p> + “Is there any greater gap between any of these and the metallic? I think + not.” + </p> + <p> + “Not materially,” I answered. “No. But there remains—consciousness!” + </p> + <p> + “That,” he said, “I cannot understand. Ventnor spoke of—how did he + put it?—a group consciousness, operating in our sphere and in + spheres above and below ours, with senses known and unknown. I got—glimpses—Goodwin, + but I cannot understand.” + </p> + <p> + “We have agreed for reasons that seem sufficient to us to call these + Things metallic, Dick,” I replied. “But that does not necessarily mean + that they are composed of any metal that we know. Nevertheless, being + metal, they must be of crystalline structure. + </p> + <p> + “As Gregory has pointed out, crystals and what we call living matter had + an equal start in the first essentials of life. We cannot conceive life + without giving it the attribute of some sort of consciousness. Hunger + cannot be anything but conscious, and there is no other stimulus to eat + but hunger. + </p> + <p> + “The crystals eat. The extraction of power from food is conscious because + it is purposeful, and there can be no purpose without consciousness; + similarly the power to work from such derived energy is also purposeful + and therefore conscious. The crystals do both. And the crystals can + transmit all these abilities to their children, just as we do. For + although there would seem to be no reason why they should not continue to + grow to gigantic size under favorable conditions—yet they do not. + They reach a size beyond which they do not develop. + </p> + <p> + “Instead, they bud—give birth, in fact—to smaller ones, which + increase until they reach the size of the preceding generation. And like + the children of man and animals, these younger generations grow on + precisely as their progenitors! + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then—we arrive at the conception of a metallically + crystalline being, which by some explosion of the force of evolution has + burst from the to us familiar and apparently inert stage into these Things + that hold us. And is there any greater difference between the forms with + which we are familiar and them than there is between us and the crawling + amphibian which is our remote ancestor? Or between that and the amoeba—the + little swimming stomach from which it evolved? Or the amoeba and the inert + jelly of the Protobion? + </p> + <p> + “As for what Ventnor calls a group consciousness I would assume that he + means a communal intelligence such as that shown by the bees and the ants—that + in the case of the former Maeterlinck calls the 'Spirit of the Hive.' It + is shown in their groupings—just as the geometric arrangement of + those groupings shows also clearly their crystalline intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “I submit that in their rapid coordination either for attack or movement + or work without apparent communication having passed between the units, + there is nothing more remarkable than the swarming of a hive of bees where + also without apparent communication just so many waxmakers, nurses, + honey-gatherers, chemists, bread-makers, and all the varied specialists of + the hive go with the old queen, leaving behind sufficient number of each + class for the needs of the young queen. + </p> + <p> + “All this apportionment is effected without any means of communication + that we recognize. Still it is most obviously intelligent selection. For + if it were haphazard all the honeymakers might leave and the hive starve, + or all the chemists might go and the food for the young bees not be + properly prepared—and so on and so on.” + </p> + <p> + “But metal,” he muttered, “and conscious. It's all very well—but + where did that consciousness come from? And what is it? And where did they + come from? And most of all, why haven't they overrun the world before + this? + </p> + <p> + “Such development as theirs, such an evolution, presupposes aeons of time—long + as it took us to drag up from the lizards. What have they been doing—why + haven't they been ready to strike—if Ventnor's right—at + humanity until now?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” I answered, helplessly. “But evolution is not the slow, + plodding process that Darwin thought. There seem to be explosions—nature + will create a new form almost in a night. Then comes the long ages of + development and adjustment, and suddenly another new race appears. + </p> + <p> + “It might be so of these—some extraordinary conditions that shaped + them. Or they might have developed through the ages in spaces within the + earth—there's that incredible abyss we saw that is evidently one of + their highways. Or they might have dropped here upon some fragment of a + broken world, found in this valley the right conditions and developed in + amazing rapidity. * They're all possible theories—take your pick.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * Professor Svante Arrhenius's theory of propagation of life + by means of minute spores carried through space. See his + “Worlds in the Making.”—W.T.G. +</pre> + <p> + “Something's held them back—and they're rushing to a climax,” he + whispered. “Ventnor's right about that—I feel it. And what can we + do?” + </p> + <p> + “Go back to their city,” I said. “Go back as he ordered. I believe he + knows what he's talking about. And I believe he'll be able to help us. It + wasn't just a request he made, nor even an appeal—it was a command.” + </p> + <p> + “But what can we do—just two men—against these Things?” he + groaned. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe we'll find out—when we're back in the city,” I answered. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” his old reckless cheerfulness came back to him, “in every crisis + of this old globe it's been up to one man to turn the trick. We're two. + And at the worst we can only go down fighting a little before the rest of + us. So, after all, whatEVER the hell, WHAT the hell.” + </p> + <p> + For a time we were silent. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said at last, “we have to go to the city in the morning.” He + laughed. “Sounds as though we were living in the suburbs, somehow, doesn't + it?” + </p> + <p> + “It can't be many hours before dawn,” I said. “Turn in for a while, I'll + wake you when I think you've slept enough.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't seem fair,” he protested, but sleepily. + </p> + <p> + “I'm not sleepy,” I told him; nor was I. + </p> + <p> + But whether I was or not, I wanted to question Yuruk, uninterrupted and + undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + Drake stretched himself out. When his breathing showed him fast asleep + indeed, I slipped over to the black eunuch and crouched, right hand close + to the butt of my automatic, facing him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. YURUK + </h2> + <p> + “Yuruk,” I whispered, “you love us as the wheat field loves the hail; we + are as welcome to you as the death cord to the condemned. Lo, a door + opened into a land of unpleasant dreams you thought sealed, and we came + through. Answer my questions truthfully and it may be that we shall return + through that door.” + </p> + <p> + Interest welled up in the depths of the black eyes. + </p> + <p> + “There is a way from here,” he muttered. “Nor does it pass through—Them. + I can show it to you.” + </p> + <p> + I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot + across the wrinkled face. + </p> + <p> + “Where does that way lead?” I asked. “There were those who sought us; men + clad in armor with javelins and arrows. Does your way lead to them, + Yuruk?” + </p> + <p> + For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he said sullenly. “The way leads to them; to their place. But will + it not be safer for you there—among your kind?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know that it will,” I answered promptly. “Those who are unlike us + smote those who are like us and drove them back when they would have taken + and slain us. Why is it not better to remain with them than to go to our + kind who would destroy us?” + </p> + <p> + “They would not,” he said “If you gave them—her.” He thrust a long + thumb backward toward sleeping Ruth. “Cherkis would forgive much for her. + And why should you not? She is only a woman.” + </p> + <p> + He spat—in a way that made me want to kill him. + </p> + <p> + “Besides,” he ended, “have you no arts to amuse him?” + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis,” he whined. “Is Yuruk a fool not to know that in the world + without, new things have arisen since long ago we fled from Iskander into + the secret valley? What have you to beguile Cherkis beyond this woman + flesh? Much, I think. Go then to him—unafraid.” + </p> + <p> + Cherkis? There was a familiar sound to that. Cherkis? Of course—it + was the name of Xerxes, the Persian Conqueror, corrupted by time into this—Cherkis. + And Iskander? Equally, of course—Alexander. Ventnor had been right. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk,” I demanded directly, “is she whom you call goddess—Norhala—of + the people of Cherkis?” + </p> + <p> + “Long ago,” he answered; “long, long ago there was trouble in their city, + even in the great dwelling place of Cherkis. I fled with her who was the + mother of the goddess. There were twenty of us; and we fled here—by + the way which I will show you—” + </p> + <p> + He leered cunningly; I gave no sign of interest. + </p> + <p> + “She who was the mother of the goddess found favor in the sight of the + ruler here,” he went on. “But after a time she grew old and ugly and + withered. So he slew her—like a little mound of dust she danced and + blew away after he had slain her; and also he slew others who had grown + displeasing to him. He blasted me—as he was blasted—” He + pointed to Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + “Then it was that, recovering, I found my crooked shoulder. The goddess + was born here. She is kin to Him Who Rules! How else could she shed the + lightnings? Was not the father of Iskander the god Zeus Ammon, who came to + Iskander's mother in the form of a great snake? Well? At any rate the + goddess was born—shedder of the lightnings even from her birth. And + she is as you see her. + </p> + <p> + “Cleave to your kind! Cleave to your kind!” Suddenly he shrilled. “Better + is it to be whipped by your brother than to be eaten by the tiger. Cleave + to your kind. Look—I will show you the way to them.” + </p> + <p> + He sprang to his feet, clasped my wrist in one of his long hands, led me + through the curtained oval into the cylindrical hall, parted the + curtainings of Norhala's bedroom and pushed me within. Over the floor he + slid, still holding fast to me, and pressed against the farther wall. + </p> + <p> + An ovoid slice of the gemlike material slid aside, revealing a doorway. I + glimpsed a path, a trail, leading into a forest pallid green beneath the + wan light. This way thrust itself like a black tongue into the boskage and + vanished in the depths. + </p> + <p> + “Follow it.” He pointed. “Take those who came with you and follow it.” + </p> + <p> + The wrinkles upon his face writhed with his eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “You will go?” panted Yuruk. “You will take them and go by that path?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” I answered absently. “Not yet.” + </p> + <p> + And was brought abruptly to full alertness, vigilance, by the flame of + rage that filled the eyes thrust so close. + </p> + <p> + “Lead back,” I directed curtly. He slid the door into place, turned + sullenly. I followed, wondering what were the sources of the bitter hatred + he so plainly bore for us; the reasons for his eagerness to be rid of us + despite the commands of this woman who to him at least was goddess. + </p> + <p> + And by that curious human habit of seeking for the complex when the simple + answer lies close, failed to recognize that it was jealousy of us that was + the root of his behavior; that he wished to be, as it would seem he had + been for years, the only human thing near Norhala; failed to realize this, + and with Ruth and Drake was terribly to pay for this failure. + </p> + <p> + I looked down upon the pair, sleeping soundly; upon Ventnor lost still in + trance. + </p> + <p> + “Sit,” I ordered the eunuch. “And turn your back to me.” + </p> + <p> + I dropped down beside Drake, my mind wrestling with the mystery, but every + sense alert for movement from the black. Glibly enough I had passed over + Dick's questioning as to the consciousness of the Metal People; now I + faced it knowing it to be the very crux of these incredible phenomena; + admitting, too, that despite all my special pleading, about that point + swirled in my own mind the thickest mists of uncertainty. That their sense + of order was immensely beyond a man's was plain. + </p> + <p> + As plain was it that their knowledge of magnetic force and its + manipulation were far beyond the sphere of humanity. That they had + realization of beauty this palace of Norhala's proved—and no human + imagination could have conceived it nor human hands have made its thought + of beauty real. What were their senses through which their consciousness + fed? + </p> + <p> + Nine in number had been the sapphire ovals set within the golden zone of + the Disk. Clearly it came to me that these were sense organs! + </p> + <p> + But—nine senses! + </p> + <p> + And the great stars—how many had they? And the cubes—did they + open as did globe and pyramid? + </p> + <p> + Consciousness itself—after all what is it? A secretion of the brain? + The cumulative expression, wholly chemical, of the multitudes of cells + that form us? The inexplicable governor of the city of the body of which + these myriads of cells are the citizens—and created by them out of + themselves to rule? + </p> + <p> + Is it what many call the soul? Or is it a finer form of matter, a + self-realizing force, which uses the body as its vehicle just as other + forces use for their vestments other machines? After all, I thought, what + is this conscious self of ours, the ego, but a spark of realization + running continuously along the path of time within the mechanism we call + the brain; making contact along that path as the electric spark at the end + of a wire? + </p> + <p> + Is there a sea of this conscious force which laps the shores of the + farthest-flung stars; that finds expression in everything—man and + rock, metal and flower, jewel and cloud? Limited in its expression only by + the limitations of that which animates, and in essence the same in all. If + so, then this problem of the life of the Metal People ceased to be a + problem; was answered! + </p> + <p> + So thinking I became aware of increasing light; strode past Yuruk to the + door and peeped out. Dawn was paling the sky. I stooped over Drake, shook + him. On the instant he was awake, alert. + </p> + <p> + “I only need a little sleep, Dick,” I said. “When the sun is well up, call + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it's dawn,” he whispered. “Goodwin, you ought not to have let me + sleep so long. I feel like a damned pig.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” I said. “But watch the eunuch closely.” + </p> + <p> + I rolled myself up in his warm blanket; sank almost instantly into + dreamless slumber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. INTO THE PIT + </h2> + <p> + High was the sun when I awakened; or so, I supposed, opening my eyes upon + a flood of daylight. As I lay, lazily, recollection rushed upon me. + </p> + <p> + It was no sky into which I was gazing; it was the dome of Norhala's elfin + home. And Drake had not aroused me. Why? And how long had I slept? + </p> + <p> + I jumped to my feet, stared about. Ruth nor Drake nor the black eunuch was + there! + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” I shouted. “Drake!” + </p> + <p> + There was no answer. I ran to the doorway. Peering up into the white vault + of the heavens I set the time of day as close to seven; I had slept then + three hours, more or less. Yet short as that time of slumber had been, I + felt marvelously refreshed, reenergized; the effect, I was certain, of the + extraordinarily tonic qualities of the atmosphere of this place. But where + were the others? Where Yuruk? + </p> + <p> + I heard Ruth's laughter. Some hundred yards to the left, half hidden by a + screen of flowering shrubs, I saw a small meadow. Within it a half-dozen + little white goats nuzzled around her and Dick. She was milking one of + them. + </p> + <p> + Reassured, I drew back into the chamber, knelt over Ventnor. His condition + was unchanged. My gaze fell upon the pool that had been Norhala's bath. + Longingly I looked at it; then satisfying myself that the milking process + was not finished, slipped off my clothes and splashed about. + </p> + <p> + I had just time to get back in my clothes when through the doorway came + the pair, each carrying a porcelain pannikin full of milk. + </p> + <p> + There was no shadow of fear or horror on her face. It was the old Ruth who + stood before me; nor was there effort in the smile she gave me. She had + been washed clean in the waters of sleep. + </p> + <p> + “Don't worry, Walter,” she said. “I know what you're thinking. But I'm—ME + again.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is Yuruk?” I turned to Drake bruskly to smother the sob of sheer + happiness I felt rising in my throat; and at his wink and warning grimace + abruptly forebore to press the question. + </p> + <p> + “You men pick out the things and I'll get breakfast ready,” said Ruth. + </p> + <p> + Drake picked up the teakettle and motioned me before him. + </p> + <p> + “About Yuruk,” he whispered when he had gotten outside. “I gave him a + little object lesson. Persuaded him to go down the line a bit, showed him + my pistol, and then picked off one of Norhala's goats with it. Hated to do + it, but I knew it would be good for his soul. + </p> + <p> + “He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. Thought it was a + lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff. + 'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a + finger on that girl inside there.'” + </p> + <p> + “And then what happened?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “He beat it back there.” He grinned, pointing toward the forest through + which ran the path the eunuch had shown me. “Probably hiding back of a + tree.” + </p> + <p> + As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him of the + revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me. + </p> + <p> + “Whew-w!” he whistled. “In the nutcracker, eh? Trouble behind us and + trouble in front of us.” + </p> + <p> + “When do we start?” he asked, as we turned back. + </p> + <p> + “Right after we've eaten,” I answered. “There's no use putting it off. How + do you feel about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party,” he said. “Curious but + none too cheerful.” + </p> + <p> + Nor was I. I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity. But I was + not cheerful—no! + </p> + <p> + We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing open his set jaws, + thrusting a thin rubber tube down past his windpipe into his gullet and + dropping through it a few ounces of the goat milk. Our own breakfasting + was silent enough. + </p> + <p> + We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; that was certain; she + must stay here with her brother. She would be safer in Norhala's home than + where we were going, of course, and yet to leave her was most distressing. + After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us taking the + journey; would not one do just as well? + </p> + <p> + Drake could stay— + </p> + <p> + “No use of putting all our eggs in one basket,” I broached the subject. + “I'll go down by myself while you stay and help Ruth. You can always + follow if I don't turn up in a reasonable time.” + </p> + <p> + His indignation at this proposal was matched only by her own. + </p> + <p> + “You'll go with him, Dick Drake,” she cried, “or I'll never look at or + speak to you again!” + </p> + <p> + “Good Lord! Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?” Pain and wrath + struggled on his face. “We go together or neither of us goes. Ruth will be + all right here, Goodwin. The only thing she has any cause to fear is Yuruk—and + he's had his lesson. + </p> + <p> + “Besides, she'll have the rifles and her pistols, and she knows how to use + them. What d'ye mean by making such a proposition as that?” His + indignation burst all bounds. + </p> + <p> + Lamely I tried to justify myself. + </p> + <p> + “I'll be all right,” said Ruth. “I'm not afraid of Yuruk. And none of + these Things will hurt me—not after—not after—” Her eyes + fell, her lips quivered, then she faced us steadily. “Don't ask me how I + know that,” she said quietly. “Believe me, I do know it. I am closer to—them + than you two are. And if I choose I can call upon that alien strength + their master gave me. It is for you two that I fear.” + </p> + <p> + “No fear for us,” Drake burst out hastily. “We're Norhala's little + playthings. We're tabu. Take it from me, Ruth, I'd bet my head there isn't + one of these Things, great or small, and no matter how many, that doesn't + by this time know all about us. + </p> + <p> + “We'll probably be received with demonstrations of interest by the + populace as welcome guests. Probably we'll find a sign—'Welcome to + our City'—hung up over the front gate.” + </p> + <p> + She smiled, a trifle tremulously. + </p> + <p> + “We'll come back,” he said. Suddenly he leaned forward, put his hands on + her shoulders. “Do you think there is anything that could keep me from + coming back?” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + She trembled, wide eyes searching deep into his. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” I broke in, a bit uncomfortably, “we'd better be starting. I think + as Drake does, that we're tabu. Barring accident there's no danger. And if + I guess right about these Things, accident is impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “As inconceivable as the multiplication table going wrong,” he laughed, + straightening. + </p> + <p> + And so we made ready. Our rifles would be worse than useless, we knew; our + pistols we decided to carry as Drake put it, “for comfort.” Canteens + filled with water; a couple of emergency rations, a few instruments, + including a small spectroscope, a selection from the medical kit—all + these packed in a little haversack which he threw over his broad + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + I pocketed my compact but exceedingly powerful field-glasses. To my + poignant and everlasting regret my camera had been upon the bolting pony, + and Ventnor had long been out of films for his. + </p> + <p> + We were ready for our journey. + </p> + <p> + Our path led straight away, a smooth and dark-gray road whose surface + resembled cement packed under enormous pressure. It was all of fifty feet + wide and now, in daylight, glistened faintly as though overlaid with some + vitreous coating. It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way that stopped at + the threshold of Norhala's door. + </p> + <p> + Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight as an arrow onward + and vanished between perpendicular cliffs which formed the frowning + gateway through which the night before we had passed upon the coursing + cubes from the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness checked the + gaze. + </p> + <p> + Ruth with us, we made a brief inspection of the surroundings of Norhala's + house. It was set as though in the narrowest portion of an hour-glass. The + precipitous walls marched inward from the gateway forming the lower half + of the figure; at the back they swung apart at a wider angle. + </p> + <p> + This upper part of the hour-glass was filled with a park-like forest. It + was closed, perhaps twenty miles away, by a barrier of cliffs. + </p> + <p> + How, I wondered, did the path which Yuruk had pointed out to me pierce + them? Was it by pass or tunnel; and why was it the armored men had not + found and followed it? + </p> + <p> + The waist between these two mountain wedges was a valley not more than a + mile wide. Norhala's house stood in its center; and it was like a garden, + dotted with flowering and fragrant lilies and here and there a tiny green + meadow. The great globe of blue that was Norhala's dwelling seemed less to + rest upon the ground than to emerge from it; as though its basic + curvatures were hidden in the earth. + </p> + <p> + What was its substance I could not tell. It was as though built of the + lacquer of the gems whose colors it held. And beautiful, wondrously, + incredibly beautiful it was—an immense bubble of froth of molten + sapphires and turquoises. + </p> + <p> + We had not time to study its beauties. A few last instructions to Ruth, + and we set forth down the gray road. Hardly had we taken a few steps when + there came a faint cry from her. + </p> + <p> + “Dick! Dick—come here!” + </p> + <p> + He sprang to her, caught her hands in his. For a moment, half frightened + it seemed, she considered him. + </p> + <p> + “Dick,” I heard her whisper. “Dick—come back safe to me!” + </p> + <p> + I saw his arms close about her, hers tighten around his neck; black hair + touched the silken brown curls, their lips met, clung. I turned away. + </p> + <p> + In a little time he joined me; head down, silent, he strode along beside + me, utterly dejected. + </p> + <p> + A hundred more yards and we turned. Ruth was still standing on the + threshold of the house of mystery, watching us. She waved her hands, + flitted in, was hidden from us. And Drake still silent, we pushed on. + </p> + <p> + The walls of the gateway were close. The sparse vegetation along the base + of the cliffs had ceased; the roadway itself had merged into the smooth, + bare floor of the canyon. From vertical edge to vertical edge of the rocky + portal stretched a curtain of shimmering mist. As we drew nearer we saw + that this was motionless, and less like vapor of water than vapor of + light; it streamed in oddly fixed lines like atoms of crystals in a still + solution. Drake thrust an arm within it, waved it; the mist did not move. + It seemed instead to interpenetrate the arm—as though bone and flesh + were spectral, without power to dislodge the shining particles from + position. + </p> + <p> + We passed within it—side by side. + </p> + <p> + Instantly I knew that whatever these veils were, they were not moisture. + The air we breathed was dry, electric. I was sensible of a decided + stimulation, a pleasant tingling along every nerve, a gaiety almost + light-headed. We could see each other quite plainly, the rocky floor on + which we trod as well. Within this vapor of light there was no ghost of + sound; it was utterly empty of it. I saw Drake turn to me, his mouth open + in a laugh, his lips move in speech—and although he bent close to my + ear, I heard nothing. He frowned, puzzled, and walked on. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly we stepped into an opening, a pocket of clear air. Our ears were + filled with a high, shrill humming as unpleasantly vibrant as the shriek + of a sand blast. Six feet to our right was the edge of the ledge on which + we stood; beyond it was a sheer drop into space. A shaft piercing down + into the void and walled with the mists. + </p> + <p> + But it was not that shaft that made us clutch each other. No! It was that + through it uprose a colossal column of the cubes. It stood a hundred feet + from us. Its top was another hundred feet above the level of our ledge and + its length vanished in the depths. + </p> + <p> + And its head was a gigantic spinning wheel, yards in thickness, tapering + at its point of contact with the cliff wall into a diameter half that of + the side closest the column, gleaming with flashes of green flame and + grinding with tremendous speed at the face of the rock. + </p> + <p> + Over it, attached to the cliff, was a great vizored hood of some pale + yellow metal, and it was this shelter that cutting off the vaporous light + like an enormous umbrella made the pocket of clarity in which we stood, + the shaft up which sprang the pillar. + </p> + <p> + All along the length of that column as far as we could see the myriad tiny + eyes of the Metal People shone out upon us, not twinkling mischievously, + but—grotesque as this may seem, I cannot help it—wide with + surprise. + </p> + <p> + Only an instant longer did the great wheel spin. I saw the screaming rock + melting beneath it, dropping like lava. Then, as though it had received + some message, abruptly its motion now ceased. + </p> + <p> + It tilted; looked down upon us! + </p> + <p> + I noted that its grinding surface was studded thickly with the smaller + pyramids and that the tips of these were each capped with what seemed to + be faceted gems gleaming with the same pale yellow radiance as the Shrine + of the Cones. + </p> + <p> + The column was bending; the wheel approaching. + </p> + <p> + Drake seized me by the arm, drew me swiftly back into the mists. We were + shrouded in their silences. Step by step we went on, peering for the edge + of the shelf, feeling in fancy that prodigious wheeled face stealing upon + us; afraid to look behind lest in looking we might step too close to the + unseen verge. + </p> + <p> + Yard after yard we slowly covered. Suddenly the vapors thinned; we passed + out of them— + </p> + <p> + A chaos of sound beat about us. The clanging of a million anvils; the + clamor of a million forges; the crashing of a hundred years of thunder; + the roarings of a thousand hurricanes. The prodigious bellowings of the + Pit beating against us now as they had when we had flown down the long + ramp into the depths of the Sea of Light. + </p> + <p> + Instinct with unthinkable power was that clamor; the very voice of Force. + Stunned, nay BLINDED, by it, we covered ears and eyes. + </p> + <p> + As before, the clangor died, leaving in its wake a bewildered silence. + Then that silence began to throb with a vast humming, and through that + humming rang a murmur as that of a river of diamonds. + </p> + <p> + We opened our eyes, felt awe grip our throats as though a hand had + clutched them. + </p> + <p> + Difficult, difficult almost beyond thought is it for me now to essay to + draw in words the scene before us then. For although I can set down what + it was we saw, I nor any man can transmute into phrases its essence, its + spirit, the intangible wonder that was its synthesis—the appallingly + beautiful, soul-shaking strangeness of it, its grandeur, its fantasy, and + its alien terror. + </p> + <p> + The Domain of the Metal Monster—it was filled like a chalice with + Its will; was the visible expression of that will. + </p> + <p> + We stood at the very rim of a wide ledge. We looked down into an immense + pit, shaped into a perfect oval, thirty miles in length I judged, and half + that as wide, and rimmed with colossal precipices. We were at the upper + end of this deep valley and on the tip of its axis; I mean that it + stretched longitudinally before us along the line of greatest length. Five + hundred feet below was the pit's floor. Gone were the clouds of light that + had obscured it the night before; the air crystal clear; every detail + standing out with stereoscopic sharpness. + </p> + <p> + First the eyes rested upon a broad band of fluorescent amethyst, ringing + the entire rocky wall. It girdled the cliffs at a height of ten thousand + feet, and from this flaming zone, as though it clutched them, fell the + curtains of sparkling mist, the enigmatic, sound-slaying vapors. + </p> + <p> + But now I saw that all of these veils were not motionless like those + through which we had just passed. To the northwest they were pulsing like + the aurora, and like the aurora they were shot through with swift + iridescences, spectrums, polychromatic gleamings. And always these were + ordered, geometric—like immense and flitting prismatic crystals + flying swiftly to the very edges of the veils, then darting as swiftly + back. + </p> + <p> + From zone and veils the gaze leaped to the incredible City towering not + two miles away from us. + </p> + <p> + Blue black, shining, sharply cut as though from polished steel, it reared + full five thousand feet on high! + </p> + <p> + How great it was I could not tell, for the height of its precipitous walls + barred the vision. The frowning facade turned toward us was, I estimated, + five miles in length. Its colossal scarp struck the eyes like a blow; its + shadow, falling upon us, checked the heart. It was overpowering—dreadful + as that midnight city of Dis that Dante saw rising up from another pit. + </p> + <p> + It was a metal city, mountainous. + </p> + <p> + Featureless, smooth, the immense wall of it heaved heavenward. It should + have been blind, that vast oblong face—but it was not blind. From it + radiated alertness, vigilance. It seemed to gaze toward us as though every + foot were manned with sentinels; guardians invisible to the eyes whose + concentration of watchfulness was caught by some subtle hidden sense + higher than sight. + </p> + <p> + It was a metal city, mountainous and—AWARE. + </p> + <p> + About its base were huge openings. Through and around these portals + swirled hordes of the Metal People; in units and in combinations coming + and going, streaming in and out, forming as they came and went patterns + about the openings like the fretted spume of great breakers surging into, + retreating from, ocean-bitten gaps in some iron-bound coast. + </p> + <p> + From the immensity of the City the eyes dropped back to the Pit in which + it lay. Its floor was plaquelike, a great plane smooth as though turned by + potter's wheel, broken by no mound nor hillock, slope nor terrace; level, + horizontal, flawlessly flat. On it was no green living thing—no tree + nor bush, meadow nor covert. + </p> + <p> + It was alive with movement. A ferment that was as purposeful as it was + mechanical, a ferment symmetrical, geometrical, supremely ordered— + </p> + <p> + The surging of the Metal Hordes. + </p> + <p> + There they moved beneath us, these enigmatic beings, in a countless host. + They marched and countermarched in battalions, in regiments, in armies. + Far to the south I glimpsed a company of colossal shapes like mobile, + castellated and pyramidal mounts. They were circling, weaving about each + other with incredible rapidity—like scores of great pyramids crowned + with gigantic turrets and dancing. From these turrets came vivid flashes, + lightning bright—on their wake the rolling echoes of faraway + thunder. + </p> + <p> + Out of the north sped a squadron of obelisks from whose tops flamed and + flared the immense spinning wheels, appearing at this distance like fiery + whirling disks. + </p> + <p> + Up from their setting the Metal People lifted themselves in a thousand + incredible shapes, shapes squared and globed and spiked and shifting + swiftly into other thousands as incredible. I saw a mass of them draw + themselves up into the likeness of a tent skyscraper high; hang so for an + instant, then writhe into a monstrous chimera of a dozen towering legs + that strode away like a gigantic headless and bodiless tarantula in steps + two hundred feet long. I watched mile-long lines of them shape and reshape + into circles, into interlaced lozenges and pentagons—then lift in + great columns and shoot through the air in unimaginable barrage. + </p> + <p> + Through all this incessant movement I sensed plainly purpose, knew that it + was definite activity toward a definite end, caught the clear suggestion + of drill, of maneuver. + </p> + <p> + And when the shiftings of the Metal Hordes permitted we saw that all the + flat floor of the valley was stripped and checkered, stippled and + tessellated with every color, patterned with enormous lozenges and + squares, rhomboids and parallelograms, pentagons and hexagons and + diamonds, lunettes, circles and spirals; harlequined yet harmonious; + instinct with a grotesque suggestion of a super-Futurism. + </p> + <p> + But always this patterning was ordered, always COHERENT. As though it were + a page on which was spelled some untranslatable other world message. + </p> + <p> + Fourth Dimensional revelations by some Euclidean deity! Commandments + traced by some mathematical God! + </p> + <p> + Looping across the vale, emerging from the sparkling folds of the + southernmost curtainings and vanishing into the gleaming veils of the + easternmost, ran a broad ribbon of pale-green jade; not straightly but + with manifold convolutions and flourishes. It was like a sentence in + Arabic. + </p> + <p> + It was margined with sapphire blue. All along its twisting course two + broad bands of jet margined the cerulean shore. It was spanned by scores + of flashing crystal arches. Nor were these bridges—even from that + distance I knew they were no bridges. From them came the crystalline + murmurings. + </p> + <p> + Jade? This stream jade? If so then it must be in truth molten, for I + caught its swift and polished rushing! It was no jade. It was in truth a + river; a river running like a writing across a patterned plane. + </p> + <p> + I looked upward—up to the circling peaks. They were a stupendous + coronet thrusting miles deep into the dazzling sky. I raised my glasses, + swept them. In color they were an immense and variegated flower with + countless multiform petals of stone; in outline they were a ring of + fortresses built by fantastic unknown Gods. + </p> + <p> + Up they thrust—domed and arched, spired and horned, pyramided, + fanged and needled. Here were palisades of burning orange with barbicans + of incandescent bronze; there aiguilles of azure rising from bastions of + cinnabar red; turrets of royal purple, obelisks of indigo; titanic forts + whose walls were splashed with vermilion, with citron yellows and with + rust of rubies; watch towers of flaming scarlet. + </p> + <p> + Scattered among them were the flashing emeralds of the glaciers and the + immense pallid baroques of the snow fields. + </p> + <p> + Like a diadem the summits ringed the Pit. Below them ran the ring of + flashing amethyst with its aural mists. Between them lay the vast and + patterned flat covered with still symbol and inexplicable movement. Under + their summits brooded the blue black, metallic mass of the Seeing City. + </p> + <p> + Within circling walls, over plain and from the City hovered a cosmic + spirit not to be understood by man. Like an emanation of stars and space, + it was yet gem fine and gem hard, crystalline and metallic, lapidescent + and— + </p> + <p> + Conscious! + </p> + <p> + Down from the ledge where we stood fell a steep ramp, similar to that by + which, in the darkness, we had descended. It dropped at an angle of at + least forty-five degrees; its surface was smooth and polished. + </p> + <p> + Through the mists at our back stole a shining block. It paused, seemed to + perk itself; spun so that in turn each of its six faces took us in. + </p> + <p> + I felt myself lifted upon it by multitudes of little invisible hands; saw + Drake whirling up beside me. I moved toward him—through the force + that held us. A block swept away from the ledge, swayed for a moment. + Under us, as though we were floating in air, the Pit lay stretched. There + was a rapid readjustment, a shifting of our two selves upon another + surface. I looked down upon a tremendous, slender pillar of the cubes, + dropping below, five hundred feet to the valley's floor a column of which + the block that held us was the top. + </p> + <p> + Gone was the whirling wheel that had crowned it, but I knew this for the + Grinding Thing from which we had fled; the questing block had been its + scout. As though curious to know more of us, the Shape had sought us out + through the mists, its messenger had caught us, delivered us to it. + </p> + <p> + The pillar leaned over—bent like that shining pillar that had + bridged for us, at Norhala's commands, the abyss. The floor of the valley + arose to meet us. Further and further leaned the pillar. Again there was a + rapid shifting of us to another surface of the crowning cube. Fast now + swept up toward us the valley floor. A dizziness clouded my sight. There + was a little shock, a rolling over the Thing that had held us— + </p> + <p> + We stood upon the floor of the Pit. + </p> + <p> + And breaking from the immense and prostrate shaft on whose top we had + ridden downward came score upon score of the cubes. They broke from it, + disintegrating it; circled about us, curiously, interestedly, twinkling at + us from their deep sparkling points of eyes. + </p> + <p> + Helplessly we gazed at those who circled around us. Then suddenly I felt + myself lifted once more, was tossed to the surface of the nearest block. + Upon it I spun while the tiny eyes searched me. Then like a human ball it + tossed me to another. I caught a glimpse of Drake's tall figure drifting + through the air. + </p> + <p> + The play became more rapid, breathtaking. It was play; I recognized that. + But it was perilous play for us. I felt myself as fragile as a doll of + glass in the hands of careless children. + </p> + <p> + I was tossed to a waiting cube. On the ground, not ten feet from me, was + Drake, swaying dizzily. Suddenly the cube that held me tightened its grip; + tightened it so that it drew me irresistibly flat down upon its surface. + Before I dropped, Drake's body leaped toward me as though drawn by a + lasso. He fell at my side. + </p> + <p> + Then pursued by scores of the Things and like some mischievous boy bearing + off the spoils, the block that held us raced away, straight for an open + portal. A blaze of incandescent blue flame blinded me; again as the + dazzlement faded I saw Drake beside me—a skeleton form. Swiftly + flesh melted back upon him, clothed him. + </p> + <p> + The cube stopped, abruptly; the hosts of little unseen hands raised us, + slid us gently over its edge, set us upright beside it. And it sped away. + </p> + <p> + All about us stretched another of those vast halls in which on high burned + the pale-gilt suns. Between its colossal columns streamed thousands of the + Metal Folk; no longer hurriedly, but quietly, deliberately, sedately. + </p> + <p> + We were within the City—even as Ventnor had commanded. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. THE CITY THAT WAS ALIVE + </h2> + <p> + Close beside us was one of the cyclopean columns. We crept to it; crouched + at its base opposite the drift of the Metal People; strove, huddled there, + to regain our shaken poise. Like bagatelles we felt in that tremendous + place, the weird luminaries gleaming above like garlands of frozen suns, + the enigmatic hosts of animate cubes and spheres and pyramids trooping + past. + </p> + <p> + They ranged in size from shapes yard-high to giants of thirty feet or + more. They paid no heed to us, did not stop; streaming on, engrossed in + whatever mysterious business was summoning them. And after a time their + numbers lessened; thinned down to widely separate groups, to stragglers; + then ceased. The hall was empty of them. + </p> + <p> + As far as the eye could reach the columned spaces stretched. I was + conscious once more of that unusual flow of energy through every vein and + nerve. + </p> + <p> + “Follow the crowd!” said Drake. “Do you feel just full of pep and ginger, + by the way?” + </p> + <p> + “I am aware of the most extraordinary vigor,” I answered. + </p> + <p> + “Some weird joint,” he mused, looking about him. “Wonder if they have any + windows? This whole place looked solid to me—what I could see of it. + Wonder if we'll get up against it for air? These Things don't need it, + that's sure. Wonder—” + </p> + <p> + He broke off staring fascinatedly at the pillar behind us. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Goodwin!” There was a tremor in his voice. “What do you make + of THIS?” + </p> + <p> + I followed his pointing finger; looked at him inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “The eyes!” he said impatiently. “Don't you see them? The eyes in the + column!” + </p> + <p> + And now I saw them. The pillar was a pale metallic blue, in color a trifle + darker than the Metal Folk. All within it were the myriads of tiny + crystalline points that we had grown to know were the receptors of some + strange sense of sight. But they did not sparkle as did those others; they + were dull, lifeless. I touched the surface. It was smooth, cool—with + none of that subtle, warm vitality that pulsed through all the Things with + which I had come in contact. I shook my head, realizing as I did so what a + shock the incredible possibility he had suggested had given me. + </p> + <p> + “No,” I said. “There is a resemblance, yes. But there is no force about + this—stuff; no life. Besides, such a thing is utterly incredible.” + </p> + <p> + “They might be—dormant,” he suggested stubbornly. “Can you see any + mark of their joining—if they ARE the cubes?” + </p> + <p> + Together we scanned the pillar minutely. The faces seemed unbroken, + continuous; there was no trace of those thin and shining lines that marked + the juncture of the cubes when they had clicked together to form the + bridge of the abyss or that had gleamed, crosslike, upon the back of the + combined four upon which we had followed Norhala. + </p> + <p> + “It's a sheer impossibility. It's madness to think such a thing, Drake!” I + exclaimed, and wondered at my own vehemence of denial. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe,” he shook his head doubtfully. “Maybe—but—well—let's + be on our way.” + </p> + <p> + We strode on, following the direction the Metal Folk had gone. Clearly + Drake was still doubtful; at each pillar he hesitated, scanning it closely + with troubled eyes. + </p> + <p> + But I, having determinedly dismissed the idea, was more interested in the + fantastic lights that flooded this columned hall with their buttercup + radiance. They were still and unwinking; not disks, I could see now, but + globes. Great and small, they floated motionless, their rays extending + rigidly and as still as the orb that shed them. + </p> + <p> + Yet rigid as they were there was nothing about either rays or orbs that + suggested either hardness or the metallic. They were vaporous, soft as St. + Elmo's fire, the witch lights that cling at times to the spars of ships, + weird gleaming visitors from the invisible ocean of atmospheric + electricity. + </p> + <p> + When they disappeared, as they did frequently, it was instantaneously, + completely, with a disconcerting sleight-of-hand finality. I noted, + though, that when they did vanish, immediately close to where they had + been other orbs swam forth with that same astonishing abruptness; + sometimes only one, larger it might be than that which had gone; sometimes + a cluster of smaller globes, their frozen, crocused rays impinging. + </p> + <p> + What could they be, I wondered—how fixed, and what the source of + their light? Products of electro-magnetic currents and born of the + interpenetration of such streams flowing above us? Such a theory might + account for their disappearance, and reappearance, shiftings of the flows + that changed the light producing points of contact. Wireless lights? If so + here was an idea that human science might elaborate if ever we returned to— + </p> + <p> + “Now which way?” Drake broke in upon my musing. The hall had ended. We + stood before a blank wall vanishing into the soft mists hiding the roof of + the chamber. + </p> + <p> + “I thought we had been going along the way They went,” I said in + amazement. + </p> + <p> + “So did I,” he answered. “We must have circled. They never went through + THAT unless—unless—” He hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “Unless what?” I asked sharply. + </p> + <p> + “Unless it opened and let them through,” he said. “Have you forgotten + those great ovals—like cat's eyes that opened in the outer walls?” + he added quietly. + </p> + <p> + I HAD forgotten. I looked again at the wall. Certainly it was smooth, + lineless. In one unbroken, shining surface it rose, a facade of polished + metal. Within it the deep set points of light were duller even than they + had been in the pillars; almost indeed indistinguishable. + </p> + <p> + “Go on to the left,” I said none too patiently. “And get that absurd + notion out of your head.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” He flushed. “But you don't think I'm afraid, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “If what you're thinking were true, you'd have a right to be,” I replied + tartly. “And I want to tell you I'D be afraid. Damned afraid.” + </p> + <p> + For perhaps two hundred paces we skirted the base of the wall. We came + abruptly to an opening, an oblong passageway fully fifty foot wide by + twice as high. At its entrance the mellow, saffron light was cut off as + though by an invisible screen. The tunnel itself was filled with a dim + grayish blue luster. For an instant we contemplated it. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't care to be caught in there by any rush,” I hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “There's not much good in thinking of that now,” said Drake, grimly. “A + few chances more or less in a joint of this kind is nothing between + friends, Goodwin; take it from me. Come on.” + </p> + <p> + We entered. Walls, floor and roof were composed of the same substance as + the great pillars, the wall of the outer chamber; filled like them with + dimmed replicas of the twinkling eye points. + </p> + <p> + “Odd that all the places in here are square,” muttered Drake. “They don't + seem to have used any spherical or pyramidal ideas in their building—if + it is a building.” + </p> + <p> + It was true. All was mathematically straight up and down and across. It + was strange—still we had seen little as yet. + </p> + <p> + There was a warmth about this passageway we trod; a difference in the air + of it. The warmth grew, a dry and baking heat; but stimulative rather than + oppressive. I touched the walls; the warmth did not come from them. And + there was no wind. Yet as we went on the heat increased. + </p> + <p> + The passageway turned at a right angle, continuing in a corridor half its + former dimensions. Far away shone a high bar of pale yellow radiance, + rising like a pillar of light from floor to roof. Toward it, perforce, we + trudged. Its brilliancy grew greater. + </p> + <p> + A few paces away from it we stopped. The yellow luminescence streamed + through a slit not more than a foot wide in the wall. We were in a + cul-de-sac for the opening was not wide enough for either Drake or me to + push through. Through it with the light gushed the curious heat enveloping + us. + </p> + <p> + Drake walked to the opening, peered through. I joined him. + </p> + <p> + At first all that I could see was a space filled with the saffron + lambency. Then I saw that this was splashed with tiny flashes of the jewel + fires; little lances and javelin thrusts of burning emeralds and rubies; + darting gem hard flames rose scarlet and pale sapphire; quick flares of + violet. + </p> + <p> + Into my sight through the irised, crocus mist swam the radiant body of + Norhala! + </p> + <p> + She stood naked, clad only in the veils of her hair that glowed now like + spun silk of molten copper, her strange eyes wide and smiling, the + galaxies of tiny stars sparkling through their gray depths. + </p> + <p> + And all about her swirled a countless host of the Little Things! + </p> + <p> + From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists. They played and + frolicked about her in scores of swiftly forming, swiftly changing, goblin + shapes. They circled her feet in shining, elfin rings; then opening into + flaming disks and stars, shot up and spun about the white miracle of her + body in great girdles of multi-colored living fires. Mingled with disk and + star were tiny crosses gleaming with sullen, deep crimsons and smoky + orange. + </p> + <p> + A flash of blue incandescence and a slender pillared shape leaped from the + floor; became a coronet, a whirling, flashing halo toward which streamed + up the flaming tendrilings of her tresses. Other halos circled her arms + and breasts; they spun like bracelets about the outstretched arms. + </p> + <p> + Then like a swiftly rushing wave a host of the Little Things thrust + themselves up, covered her, hid her in a coruscating cloud. + </p> + <p> + I saw an exquisite arm thrust itself from their clinging, wave gaily; saw + her glorious head emerge from the incredible, the seething draperies of + living jewels. I heard her laughter, sweet and golden and far away. + </p> + <p> + Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes! + </p> + <p> + The Nursery of the Metal People! + </p> + <p> + Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too were the bar of + light and the chamber into which we had been peering. We stared at a + smooth, blank wall. With that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had + closed even as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we had not + seen its motion. + </p> + <p> + I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest corner—for on the + other side of us the wall was opening. First it was only a crack; then + rapidly it widened. There stretched another passageway, luminous and long; + far down it we glimpsed movement. Closer that movement came, grew plainer. + Out of the mistily luminous distances, three abreast and filling the + corridor from side to side, raced upon us a company of the great spheres! + </p> + <p> + Back we cowered from their approach—back and back; arms + outstretched, pressing against the barrier, flattening ourselves against + the shock of the destroying impact menacing. + </p> + <p> + “It's all up,” muttered Drake. “No place to run. They're bound to smash + us. Stick close, Doc. Get back to Ruth. Maybe I can stop them!” + </p> + <p> + Before I could check him, he had leaped straight in the path of the + rushing globes, now a scant twoscore yards away. + </p> + <p> + The globes stopped—halted a few feet from him. They seemed to + contemplate us, astonished. They turned upon themselves, as though + consulting. Slowly they advanced. We were pushed forward and lifted + gently. Then as we hung suspended, held by that force which always I can + liken only to myriads of tiny invisible hands, the shining arcs of their + backs undulated beneath us. + </p> + <p> + Their files swung around the corner and marched down the passage by which + we had come from the immense hall. And when the last rank had passed from + under us we were dropped softly to our feet; stood swaying in their wake. + </p> + <p> + A curious frenzy of helpless indignation shook me, a rage of humiliation + obscuring all gratitude I should have felt for our escape. Drake's eyes + blazed wrath. + </p> + <p> + “The insolent devils!” He raised clenched fists. “The insolent, + domineering devils!” + </p> + <p> + We stared after them. + </p> + <p> + Was the passage growing narrower—closing? Even as I gazed I saw it + shrink; saw its walls slide silently toward each other. I pushed Drake + into the newly opened way and sprang after him. + </p> + <p> + Behind us was an unbroken wall covering all that space in which but a + moment before we had stood! + </p> + <p> + Is it to be wondered that a panic seized us; that we began to run crazily + down the alley that still lay open before us, casting over our shoulders + quick, fearful glances to see whether that inexorable, dreadful closing + was continuing, threatening to crush us between these walls like flies in + a vise of steel? + </p> + <p> + But they did not close. Unbroken, silent, the way stretched before us and + behind us. At last, gasping, avoiding each other's gaze, we paused. + </p> + <p> + And at that very moment of pause a deeper tremor shook me, a trembling of + the very foundations of life, the shuddering of one who faces the + inconceivable knowing at last that the inconceivable—IS. + </p> + <p> + For, abruptly, walls and floor and roof broke forth into countless + twinklings! + </p> + <p> + As though a film had been withdrawn from them, as though they had awakened + from slumber, myriads of little points of light shone forth upon us from + the pale-blue surfaces—lights that considered us, measured us—mocked + us. + </p> + <p> + The little points of living light that were the eyes of the Metal People! + </p> + <p> + This was no corridor cut through inert matter by mechanic art; its opening + had been caused by no hidden mechanisms! It was a living Thing—walled + and floored and roofed by the living bodies—of the Metal People + themselves. + </p> + <p> + Its opening, as had been the closing of that other passage, was the + conscious, coordinate and voluntary action of the Things that formed these + mighty walls. + </p> + <p> + An action that obeyed, was directed by, the incredibly gigantic, + communistic will which, like the spirit of the hive, the soul of the + formicary, animated every unit of them. + </p> + <p> + A greater realization swept us. If THIS were true, then those pillars in + the vast hall, its towering walls—all this City was one living + Thing! + </p> + <p> + Built of the animate bodies of countless millions! Tons upon countless + tons of them shaping a gigantic pile of which every atom was sentient, + mobile—intelligent! + </p> + <p> + A Metal Monster! + </p> + <p> + Now I knew why it was that its frowning facade had seemed to watch us + Argus-eyed as the Things had tossed us toward it. It HAD watched us! + </p> + <p> + That flood of watchfulness pulsing about us had been actual concentration + of regard of untold billions of tiny eyes of the living block which formed + the City's cliff. + </p> + <p> + A City that Saw! A City that was Alive! + </p> + <p> + No secret mechanism then—back darted my mind to that first terror—had + closed the wall, shutting from our sight Norhala at play with the Little + Things. None had opened the way for, had closed the way behind, the + coursing spheres. It had been done by the conscious action of the + conscious Things of whose living bodies was built this whole tremendous + thinking pile! + </p> + <p> + I think that for a moment we both went a little mad as that staggering + truth came to us. I know we started to run once more, side by side, + gripping like frightened children each other's hands. Then Drake stopped. + </p> + <p> + “By all the HELL of this place,” he said, solemnly, “I'll run no more. + After all—we're men. If they kill us, they kill us. But by the God + who made me I'll run from them no more. I'll die standing.” + </p> + <p> + His courage steadied me. Defiantly we marched on. Up from below us, down + from the roof, out from the walls of our way the hosts of eyes gleamed and + twinkled upon us. + </p> + <p> + “Who could have believed it?” he muttered, half to himself. “A living city + of them! A living nest of them; a prodigious living nest of metal!” + </p> + <p> + “A nest?” I caught the word. What did it suggest? That was it—the + nest of the army ants, the city of the army ants, that Beebe had studied + in the South American jungles and once described to me. After all, was + this more wonderful, more unbelievable than that—the city of ants + which was formed by their living bodies precisely as this was of the + bodies of the Cubes? + </p> + <p> + How had Beebe * phrased it—“the home, the nest, the hearth, the + nursery, the bridal suite, the kitchen, the bed and board of the army + ants.” Built of and occupied by those blind and deaf and savage little + insects which by the guidance of smell alone carried on the most intricate + operations, the most complex activities. Nothing here was stranger than + that, I reflected—if once one could rid the mind of the paralyzing + influence of the shapes of the Metal Things. Whence came the stimuli that + moved THEM, the stimuli to which THEY reacted? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * William Beebe, Atlantic Monthly, October, 1919. +</pre> + <p> + Well then—whence and how came the orders to which the ANTS + responded; that bade them open THIS corridor in their nest, close THAT, + form this chamber, fill that one? Was one more mysterious than the other? + </p> + <p> + Breaking into my current of thoughts came consciousness that I was moving + with increased speed; that my body was fast growing lighter. + </p> + <p> + Simultaneously with this recognition I felt myself lifted from the floor + of the corridor and levitated with considerable rapidity forward; looking + down I saw that floor several feet below me. Drake's arm wound itself + around my shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Closing up behind us,” he muttered. “They're putting us—out.” + </p> + <p> + It was, indeed, as though the passageway had wearied of our deliberate + progress. Had decided to—give us a lift. Rearward it was shutting. I + noted with interest how accurately this motion kept pace with our own + speed, and how fluidly the walls seemed to run together. + </p> + <p> + Our movement became accelerated. It was as though we floated buoyantly, + weightless, upon some swift stream. The sensation was curiously pleasant, + languorous—what was that word Ruth had used?—ELEMENTAL—and + free. The supporting force seemed to flow equally from walls and floor; to + reach down to us from the roof. It was slumberously even, and effortless. + I saw that in advance of us the living corridor was opening even as behind + us it was closing. + </p> + <p> + All around us the little eye points twinkled and—laughed. + </p> + <p> + There was no danger here—there could be none. Deeper and deeper + dropped my mind into the depths of that alien tranquillity. Faster and + faster we floated—onward. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly, ahead of us shone a blaze of daylight. We passed into it. The + force holding us withdrew its grip; I felt solidity beneath my feet; stood + and leaned back against a smooth wall. + </p> + <p> + The corridor had ended and—had shut us out from itself. + </p> + <p> + “Bounced!” exclaimed Drake. + </p> + <p> + And incongruous, flippant, colloquial as was that word, I know none that + would better describe my own feelings. + </p> + <p> + We were BOUNCED out upon a turret jutting from the barrier. And before us + lay spread the most amazing, the most extraordinary fantastic scene upon + which, I think, the vision of man has rested since the advent of time. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. VAMPIRES OF THE SUN + </h2> + <p> + It was a crater; a half mile on high and all of two thousand feet across + ran the circular lip of its vast rim. Above it was a circle of white and + glaring sky in whose center flamed the sun. + </p> + <p> + And instantly, before my vision could grasp a tithe of that panorama, I + knew that this place was the very heart of the City; its vital ganglion; + its soul. + </p> + <p> + Around the crater lip were poised thousands of concave disks, vernal + green, enormous. They were like a border of gigantic, upthrust shields; + and within each, emblazoned like a shield's device, was a blinding flower + of flame—the reflected, dilated face of the sun. Below this diadem + hung, pendent, clusters of other disks, swarmed like the globular hiving + of the constellation Hercules' captured stars. And each of these prisoned + the image of our sun. + </p> + <p> + A hundred feet below us was the crater floor. + </p> + <p> + Up from it thrust a mountainous forest of the pallidly radiant cones; + bristling; prodigious. Tier upon tier, thicket upon thicket, phalanx upon + phalanx they climbed. Up and up, pyramidically, they flung their spiked + hosts. + </p> + <p> + They drew together two thousand feet above us, clustering close about the + foot of a single huge spire which thrust itself skyward above them. The + crest of this spire was truncated. From its shorn tip radiated scores of + long and slender spokes holding in place a thousand feet wide wheel of wan + green disks whose concave surfaces, unlike those smooth ones girding the + crater, were curiously faceted. + </p> + <p> + This amazing structure rested upon a myriad-footed base of crystal, even + as had that other cornute fantasy beside which we had met the great Disk. + But it was in size to that as—as Leviathan to a minnow. From it + streamed the same baffling suggestion of invincible force transmuted into + matter; energy coalesced into the tangible; power made concentrate in the + vestments of substance. + </p> + <p> + Half-way between crater lip and floor began the hordes of the Metal + People. + </p> + <p> + In colossal animate cheveau-de-frise of hundred-foot girders they thrust + themselves out from the curving walls—walls, I knew, as alive as + they! + </p> + <p> + From these Brobdignagian beams they swung in ropes and clusters—spheres + and cubes studded as thickly with the pyramids as ever Titan's mace with + spikes. Group after bizarre group they dropped; pendulous. Coppices of + slender columns of thistled globes sprang up to meet the festooned joists. + </p> + <p> + Between the girders they draped themselves in long, stellated garlands; + grouped themselves in innumerable, kaleidoscopic patterns. + </p> + <p> + They clicked into place around the golden turret in which we crouched. + </p> + <p> + In fantastic arrases they swayed in front of us—now hiding by, now + revealing through their quicksilver interweavings the mounts of the Cones. + </p> + <p> + And steadily those flowing in below added to their multitudes; gliding up + cable and pillar; building out still further the living girders, stringing + themselves upon living festoon and living garland, weaving in among them, + changing their shapes, rewriting their symbols. + </p> + <p> + They swung and threaded swiftly, in shifting arabesque, in Gothic + traceries, in lace-like fantasies; utterly bizarre, unutterably beautiful—crystalline, + geometric always. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly their movement ceased—so abruptly that the stoppage of all + the ordered turmoil had the quality of appalling silence. + </p> + <p> + An unimaginable tapestry bedight with incredible broidery, the Metal + People draped the vast cup. + </p> + <p> + Pillared it as though it were a temple. + </p> + <p> + Garnished it with their bodies as though it were a shrine. + </p> + <p> + Across the floor toward the Cones glided a palely lustrous sphere. In + shape only a globe like all its kind, yet it was invested with power; it + radiated power as a star does light; was clothed in unseen garments of + supernal force. In its wake drifted two great pyramids; after them ten + spheres but little smaller than the Shape which led. + </p> + <p> + “The Metal Emperor!” breathed Drake. + </p> + <p> + On they swept until they reached the base of the Cones. They paused at the + edge of the crystal tabling. They turned. + </p> + <p> + There was a flashing as of a meteor bursting. The globe had opened into + that splendor of jewel fires before which had floated Norhala and Ruth. + </p> + <p> + I saw again the luminous ovals of sapphire, studding its golden zone, the + mystic rose of pulsing, petal flame, the still core of incandescent ruby + that was the heart of that rose. + </p> + <p> + Strangely I felt my own heart veer toward this—Thing; bowing before + its beauty and its strength; almost worshiping! + </p> + <p> + A shock of revulsion went through me. I shot a quick, half frightened + glance at Drake. He was crouching dangerously close to the lip of the + ledge, hands clasped and knuckles white with the intensity of his grip, + eyes rapt, staring—upon the verge of worship even as I had been. + </p> + <p> + “Drake!” I thrust my elbow into his side brutally. “None of that! Remember + you're human! Guard yourself, man—guard yourself!” + </p> + <p> + “What?” he muttered; then, abruptly: “How did you know?” + </p> + <p> + “I felt it myself,” I answered: “For God's sake, Dick—hold fast to + yourself! Remember Ruth!” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head violently—as though to be rid of some clinging, + cloying thing. + </p> + <p> + “I'll not forget again,” he said. + </p> + <p> + He huddled down once more close to the edge of the shelf; peering over. No + one of the Metal People had moved; the silence, the stillness, was + unbroken. + </p> + <p> + Now the flanking pyramids shot forth into twin stars, blazing with violet + luminescences. And one by one after them the ten lesser spheres expanded + into flaming orbs; beautiful they were, but far less glorious than that + Disk of whom they were the counselors?—ministers?—what? + </p> + <p> + Still there was no movement among all the arrased, girdered, pillared + hosts. + </p> + <p> + There came a little wailing; far away it was and far. Nearer it drew. Was + that a tremor that passed through the crowded crater? A quick pulse of—eagerness? + </p> + <p> + “Hungry!” whispered Drake. “They're HUNGRY!” + </p> + <p> + Closer was the wailing; again that faint tremor quivered over the place. + And now I caught it—a quick and avid pulsing. + </p> + <p> + “Hungry,” whispered Drake again. “Like a lot of lions with the keeper + coming along with meat.” + </p> + <p> + The wailing was below us. I felt, not a quiver this time, but an + unmistakable shock pass through the Horde. It throbbed—and passed. + </p> + <p> + Into the field of our vision, up to the flaming Disk rushed an immense + cube. + </p> + <p> + Thrice the height of a tall man—as I think I have noted before—when + it unfolded its radiance was that shape of mingled beauty and power I call + the Metal Emperor. + </p> + <p> + Yet this Thing eclipsed it. Black, uncompromising, in some indefinable way + BRUTAL, its square bulk blotted out the Disk's effulgence; shrouded it. + And a shadow seemed to fall upon the crater. The violet fires of the + flanking stars pulsed out—watchfully, threateningly. + </p> + <p> + For only an instant the darkening block loomed against the Disk; blackened + it. + </p> + <p> + There came another meteor burst of light. Where the cube had been was now + a tremendous, fiery cross—a cross inverted. + </p> + <p> + Its upper arm arose to twice the length either of its horizontals or the + square that was its foot. In its opening it must have turned, for its—FACE—was + toward us and away from the Cones, its body hid the Disk, and almost all + the surfaces of the two watchful Stars. + </p> + <p> + Eighty feet at least in height, this cruciform shape stood. It flamed and + flickered with angry, smoky crimsons and scarlets; with sullen orange + glowings and glitterings of sulphurous yellows. Within its fires were none + of those leaping, multicolored glories that were the Metal Emperor's; no + trace of the pulsing, mystic rose; no shadow of jubilant sapphire; no + purple royal; no tender, merciful greens nor gracious opalescences. + Nothing even of the blasting violet of the Stars. + </p> + <p> + All angry, smoky reds and ochres the cross blazed forth—and in its + lurid glowings was something sinister, something real, something cruel, + something—nearer to earth, closer to man. + </p> + <p> + “The Keeper of the Cones and the Metal Emperor!” muttered Drake. “I begin + to get it—yes—I begin to get—Ventnor!” + </p> + <p> + Once more the pulse, the avid throbbing shook the crater. And as swiftly + in its wake rushed back the stillness, the silence. + </p> + <p> + The Keeper turned—I saw its palely lustrous blue metallic back. I + drew out my little field-glasses, focussed them. + </p> + <p> + The Cross slipped sidewise past the Disk, its courtiers, its stellated + guardians. As it went by they swung about with it; ever facing it. + </p> + <p> + And now at last was clear a thing that had puzzled greatly—the + mechanism of that opening process by which sphere became oval disk, + pyramid a four-pointed star and—as I had glimpsed in the play of the + Little Things about Norhala, could see now so plainly in the Keeper—the + blocks took this inverted cruciform shape. + </p> + <p> + The Metal People were hollow! + </p> + <p> + Hollow metal—boxes! + </p> + <p> + In their enclosing sides dwelt all their vitality—their powers—themselves! + </p> + <p> + And those sides were—everything that THEY were! + </p> + <p> + Folded, the oval disk became the sphere; the four points of the star, the + square from which those points radiated; shutting became the pyramid; the + six faces of the cubes were when opened the inverted cross. + </p> + <p> + Nor were these flexible, mobile walls massive. They were indeed, + considering the apparent mass of the Metal Folk, most astonishingly + fragile. Those of the Keeper, despite its eighty feet of height, could not + have been more than a yard in thickness. At the edges I thought I could + see groovings; noted the same appearances at the outlines of the Stars. + Seen sidewise, the body of the Metal Emperor showed as a convexity; its + surface smooth, with a suggestion of transparency. + </p> + <p> + The Keeper was bending; its oblong upper plane dropping forward as though + upon a hinge. Lower and lower this flange bent—in a grotesque, + terrifying obeisance; a horrible mockery of reverence. + </p> + <p> + Was this mountain of Cones then actually a shrine—an idol of the + Metal People—their God? + </p> + <p> + The oblong that was the upper half of the cruciform Shape extended now at + right angles to the horizontal arms. It hovered, a rectangle forty feet + long, as many feet over the floor at the base of the crystal pedestal. It + bent again, this time from the hinge that held the outstretched arms to + the base. And now it was a huge truncated cross, a T-shaped figure, + hovering only twenty feet above the pave. + </p> + <p> + Down from the Keeper writhed and flicked a tangle of tentacles; + serpentine, whiplike. Silvery white, they were dyed with the scarlet and + orange flaming of the surface now hidden from my eyes; reflected those + sullen and angry gleamings. Vermiceous, coiling, they seemed to drop from + every inch of the overhanging planes. + </p> + <p> + Something there was beneath them—something like an immense and + luminous tablet. The tentacles were moving over it—pressing here, + thrusting there, turning, pushing, manipulating— + </p> + <p> + A shuddering passed through the crowding cones. I saw the tremor shake + their bristling hosts, oscillate the great spire, set the faceted disks + quivering. + </p> + <p> + The trembling grew; a vibration in every separate cone that became even + more rapid. There was a faint, curiously oppressive humming—like the + distant echo of a tempest in chaos. + </p> + <p> + Faster, ever faster grew the vibration. Now the sharp outlines of the + cones were dissolving. + </p> + <p> + And now they were—gone. + </p> + <p> + The mount of the cones had become a mighty pyramid of pale green radiance—one + tremendous, pallid flame, of which the spire was the tongue. Out from the + disked wheel at its shorn tip gushed a flood of light—light that + gathered itself from the leaping radiance below it. + </p> + <p> + The tentacles of the Keeper moved more swiftly over the enigmatic tablet; + writhing cloudily; confusedly rapid. The faceted disks wavered; turned + upward; the wheel began to whirl—faster—faster— + </p> + <p> + Up from that flaming circle, out into the sky leaped a thick, pale green + column of intensest light. + </p> + <p> + With prodigious speed, as compact as water, CONCENTRATE, it struck—straight + out toward the face of the sun. + </p> + <p> + It thrust up with the speed of light—the speed of light? A thought + came to me; incredible I believed it even as I reacted to it. My pulse is + uniformly seventy to the minute. I sought my wrist, found the artery, made + allowance for its possible acceleration, began to count. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter?” asked Drake. + </p> + <p> + “Take my glasses,” I muttered, trying to keep up, while speaking, my + tally. “Matches in my pocket. Smoke the lenses. I want to look at sun.” + </p> + <p> + With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another time I would have + found laughable, he obeyed. + </p> + <p> + “Hold them to my eyes,” I ordered. + </p> + <p> + Three minutes had gone by. + </p> + <p> + There it was—that for which I sought. Clear through the darkened + lenses I could see the sun spot, high up on the northern-most limb of the + sun. An unimaginable cyclone of incandescent gases; an unthinkably huge + dynamo pouring its floods of electro-magnetism upon all the circling + planets; that solar crater which we now know was, when at its maximum, all + of one hundred and fifty thousand miles across; the great sun spot of the + summer of 1919—the most enormous ever recorded by astronomical + science. + </p> + <p> + Five minutes had gone by. + </p> + <p> + Common sense whispered to me. There was no use keeping my eyes fixed to + the glasses. Even if that thought were true—even if that pillar of + radiance were a MESSENGER, an earth-hurled bolt flying to the sun through + atmosphere and outer space with the speed of light, even if it were this + stupendous creation of these Things, still between eight and nine minutes + must elapse before it could reach the orb; and as many minutes must go by + before the image of whatever its impact might produce upon the sun could + pass back over the bridge of light spanning the ninety millions of miles + between it and us. + </p> + <p> + And after all did not that hypothesis belong to the utterly impossible? + Even were it so—what was it that the Metal Monster expected to + follow? This radiant shaft, colossal as it was to us, was infinitesimal + compared to the target at which it was aimed. + </p> + <p> + What possible effect could that spear have upon the solar forces? + </p> + <p> + And yet—and yet—a gnat's bite can drive an elephant mad. And + Nature's balance is delicate; and what great happenings may follow the + slightest disturbance of her infinitely sensitive, her complex, + equilibrium? It might be—it might be— + </p> + <p> + Eight minutes had passed. + </p> + <p> + “Take the glasses,” I bade Drake. “Look up at the sun spot—the big + one.” + </p> + <p> + “I see it.” He had obeyed me. “What of it?” + </p> + <p> + Nine minutes. + </p> + <p> + The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. What was to + follow? + </p> + <p> + “I don't get you at all,” said Drake, and lowered the glasses. + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes. + </p> + <p> + “What's happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the Emperor!” gasped Drake. + </p> + <p> + I peered down, then almost forgot to count. + </p> + <p> + The pyramidal flame that had been the mount of Cones was shrunken. The + pillar of radiance had not lessened—but the mechanism that was its + source had retreated whole yards within the field of its crystal base. + </p> + <p> + And the Metal Emperor! Dulled and faint were his fires, dimmed his + splendors; and fainter still were the violet luminescences of the watching + Stars, the shimmering livery of his court. + </p> + <p> + The Keeper of the Cones! Were not its outstretched planes hovering lower + and lower over the gleaming tablet; its tentacles moving aimlessly, feebly—wearily? + </p> + <p> + I had a sense of force being withdrawn from all about me. It was as though + all the City were being drained of life—as though vitality were + being sucked from it to feed this pyramid of radiance; drained from it to + forge the thrusting spear piercing sunward. + </p> + <p> + The Metal People seemed to hang limply, inert; the living girders seemed + to sag; the living columns to bend; to droop and to sway. + </p> + <p> + Twelve minutes. + </p> + <p> + With a nerve-racking crash one of the laden beams fell; dragging down with + it others; bending, shattering in its fall a thicket of the horned + columns. Behind us the sparkling eyes of the wall were dimmed, vacant—dying. + Something of that hellish loneliness, that demoniac desire for immolation + that had assailed us in the haunted hollow of the ruins began to creep + over me. + </p> + <p> + The crowded crater was fainting. The life was going out of the City—its + magnetic life, draining into the shaft of green fire. + </p> + <p> + Duller grew the Metal Emperor's glories. + </p> + <p> + Fourteen minutes. + </p> + <p> + “Goodwin,” cried Drake, “the life's going out of these Things! Going out + with that ray they're shooting.” + </p> + <p> + Fifteen minutes. + </p> + <p> + I watched the tentacles of the Keeper grope over the tablet. Abruptly the + flaming pyramid darkened—WENT OUT. + </p> + <p> + The radiant pillar hurtled upward like a thunder-bolt; vanished in space. + </p> + <p> + Before us stood the mount of cones, shrunken to a sixth of its former + size. + </p> + <p> + Sixteen minutes. + </p> + <p> + All about the crater-lip the ringed shields tilted; thrust themselves on + high, as though behind each was an eager lifting arm. Below them the hived + clusters of disks changed from globules into wide coronets. + </p> + <p> + Seventeen minutes. + </p> + <p> + I dropped my wrist; seized the glasses from Drake; raised them to the sun. + For a moment I saw nothing—then a tiny spot of white incandescence + shone forth at the lower edge of the great spot. It grew into a point of + radiance, dazzling even through the shadowed lenses. + </p> + <p> + I rubbed my eyes; looked again. It was still there, larger—blazing + with an ever increasing and intolerable intensity. + </p> + <p> + I handed the glasses to Drake, silently. + </p> + <p> + “I see it!” he muttered. “I see it! And THAT did it—that! Goodwin!” + There was panic in his cry. “Goodwin! The spot! it's widening! It's + widening!” + </p> + <p> + I snatched the glasses from him. I caught again the dazzling flashing. But + whether Drake HAD seen the spot widen, change—to this day I do not + know. + </p> + <p> + To me it seemed unchanged—and yet—perhaps it was not. It may + be that under that finger of force, that spear of light, that wound in the + side of our sun HAD opened further— + </p> + <p> + That the sun had winced! + </p> + <p> + I do not to this day know. But whether it had or not—still shone the + intolerably brilliant light. And miracle enough that was for me. + </p> + <p> + Twenty minutes—subconsciously I had gone on counting—twenty + minutes— + </p> + <p> + About the cratered girdle of the upthrust shields a glimmering mistiness + was gathering; a translucent mist, beryl pale and beryl clear. In a + heart-beat it had thickened into a vast and vaporous ring through whose + swarms of corpuscles the sun's reflected image upon each disk shone clear—as + though seen through clouds of transparent atoms of aquamarine. + </p> + <p> + Again the filaments of the Keeper moved—feebly. As one of the hosts + of circling shields shifted downward. Brilliant, ever more brilliant, + waxed the fast-thickening mists. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly, and again as one, the disks began to revolve. From every concave + surface, from the surfaces of the huge circlets below them, flashed out a + stream of green fire—green as the fire of green life itself. + Corpuscular, spun of uncounted rushing, dazzling ions the great rays + struck across, impinged upon the thousand-foot wheel that crowned the + cones; set it whirling. + </p> + <p> + Over it I saw form a limpid cloud of the brilliant vapors. Whence came + these sparkling nebulosities, these mists of light? It was as though the + clustered, spinning disks reached into the shadowless air, sucked from it + some unseen, rhythmic energy and transformed it into this visible, + coruscating flood. + </p> + <p> + For now it was a flood. Down from the immense wheel came pouring cataracts + of green fires. They cascaded over the cones; deluged them; engulfed them. + </p> + <p> + Beneath that radiant inundation the cones grew. Perceptibly their volume + increased—as though they gorged themselves upon the light. No—it + was as though the corpuscles flew to them, coalesced and built themselves + into the structure. + </p> + <p> + Out and further out upon the base of crystal they crept. And higher and + higher soared their tips, thrusting, ever thrusting upward toward the + whirling wheel that fed them. + </p> + <p> + Now from the Keeper's planes writhed the Keeper's tangle of tentacles, + uncoiling eagerly, avidly, through the twenty feet of space between their + source and the enigmatic mechanism they manipulated. The crater's disks + tilted downward. Into the vast hollow shot their jets of green radiance, + drenching the Metal Hordes, splashing from the polished walls wherever the + Metal Hordes had left those living walls exposed. + </p> + <p> + All about us was a trembling, an accelerating pulse of life. Colossal, + rhythmic, ever quicker, ever more powerfully that pulse throbbed—a + prodigious vibration monstrously alive. + </p> + <p> + “Feeding!” whispered Drake. “Feeding! Feeding on the sun!” + </p> + <p> + Faster danced the radiant beams. The crater was a cauldron of green fires + through which the conical rays angled and interwove, crossed and mingled. + And where they mingled, where they crossed, flamed out suddenly immense + rayless orbs; palpitant for an instant, then dissolving in spiralling, + feathery spray of pallid emerald incandescences. + </p> + <p> + Stronger and stronger beat the pulse of returning life. + </p> + <p> + A jetting stream struck squarely upon the Metal Emperor. Out blazed his + splendors—jubilant. His golden zodiac, no longer tarnished and dull, + ran with sun flames; the wondrous rose was a racing, lambent miracle. + </p> + <p> + Up snapped the Keeper; towered behind him, all flickering scarlets and + leaping yellows—no longer wrathful or sullen. + </p> + <p> + The place dripped radiance; was filling like a chrisom with radiance. + </p> + <p> + Us, too, the sparkling mists bathed. + </p> + <p> + I was conscious of a curiously wild exhilaration; a quickening of the + pulse; an abnormally rapid breathing. I stooped to touch Drake; sparks + leaped from my outstretched fingers, great green sparks that crackled as + they impacted upon him. He gave them no heed; but stared with fascinated + eyes upon the crater. + </p> + <p> + Now from every side broke a tempest of gem fires. From every girder and + column, from every arras, pendent and looping, burst diamond glitterings, + ruby luminescences, lanced flames of molten emerald and sapphires, + flashings of amethyst and opal, meteoric iridescences, dazzling spectrums. + </p> + <p> + The hollow was a cave of some Aladdin of the Titans ablaze with enchanted + hoards. It was a place of gems ensorcelled, gems in which imprisoned hosts + of the Jinns of Light beat sparkling against their crystal walls to + escape. + </p> + <p> + I thrust the fantasies from me. Fantastic enough was this reality—globe + and pyramid and cube of the Metal People opening wide, bathing in, + drinking from the radiant maelstrom that faster and ever faster swirled + about them. + </p> + <p> + “Feeding!” It was Drake's awed voice. “Feeding on the sun!” + </p> + <p> + The circling shields were raising themselves, lifting themselves higher + above the crater-lip. Into the crowded cylinder came now only the rays + from the high circlets, the streams from the huge wheel above the still + growing cones. + </p> + <p> + Up and up the shields rose, but by what mechanism raised I could not see. + Their motion ceased; in all their thousands they turned. Over the City's + top and out into the oval valley they poured their torrents of light; + flooding it, deluging it even as they had this pit that was the City's + heart. Feeding, I knew, those other Metal Hordes without. + </p> + <p> + And as though in answer, sweeping down upon us through the circles of open + sky, a clamor poured. + </p> + <p> + “If we'd but known!” Drake's voice came to me, thin and unreal through the + tumult. “It's what Ventnor meant! If we had got down there when they were + so weak—if we could have handled the Keeper—we could have + smashed that plate that works the Cones! We could have killed them!” + </p> + <p> + “There are other Cones,” I cried back to him. + </p> + <p> + “No,” he shook his head. “This is the master machine. It's what Ventnor + meant when he said to strike through the sun. And we've lost the chance—” + </p> + <p> + Louder grew the hurricane without; and now within began its mate. Through + the mists flashed linked tempests of lightnings. Bolt upon javelin bolt, + and ever more thickly; lightnings green as the mists themselves; lightning + bolts of destroying violets, searing scarlets; tearing chains of withering + yellows, globes of exploding multicolored electric incandescences. + </p> + <p> + The crater was threaded with the lightnings of the Metal People; was + broidered with them; was a Pit woven with vast and changing patterns of + electric flame. + </p> + <p> + What was it that Drake had said? That if but we could have known we could + have destroyed these—Things—Destroyed—Them? Things that + could thrust their will and power up through ninety million miles of space + and suck from the sun the honey of power! Drain it and hive it within + these great mountains of the cones! + </p> + <p> + Destroy Things that could feed their own life into a machine to draw back + from the sun a greater life—Things that could forge of their + strength a spear which, piercing the side of the sun, sent gushing back + upon them a tenfold, nay, a thousandfold strength! + </p> + <p> + Destroy this City that was one vast and living dynamo feeding upon the + magnetic life of earth and sun! + </p> + <p> + The clamor had grown stupendous, destroying—like armored Gods + roaring at sword play in a hundred Valhallas; like the war drums of + battling universe; like the smitings of warring suns. + </p> + <p> + And all the City was throbbing, beating with a gigantic pulse of life—was + fed and drunken with life. I felt that pulsing become my own; I echoed to + it; throbbed in unison. I saw Drake outlined in flame; that around me a + radiant nimbus was growing. + </p> + <p> + I thought I saw Norhala floating, clothed in shouting, flailing fires. I + strove to call out to her. By me slipped the body of Drake; lay flaming at + my feet upon the narrow ledge. + </p> + <p> + There was a roaring within my head—louder, far louder, than that + which beat against my ears. Something was drawing me forth; drawing me out + of my body into unimaginable depths of blackness. Something was hurling me + out into those cold depths of space that alone could darken the fires that + encircled me—the fires of which I was becoming a part. + </p> + <p> + I felt myself leap outward—outward and outward—into—oblivion. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. PHANTASMAGORIA METALLIOUE. + </h2> + <p> + Wearily I opened my eyes. Stiffly, painfully, I stirred. High above me was + the tremendous circle of sky, ringed with the hosts of feeding shields. + But the shields were now wanly gleaming and the sky was the sky of night. + </p> + <p> + Night? How long had I lain here? And where was Drake? I struggled to rise. + </p> + <p> + “Steady, old man,” his voice came from beside me. “Steady—and quiet. + How are you feeling?” + </p> + <p> + “Badly battered,” I groaned. “What happened?” + </p> + <p> + “We weren't used to the show,” he said. “We got all fed up at the orgy. + Too much magnetism—we had a sudden and violent attack of electrical + indigestion. Sh-h—look ahead of you.” + </p> + <p> + Gingerly I turned. I had been lying, I now saw, head toward and prone at + the base of one of the crater's walls. As my gaze swept away I noted with + a curious relief that the tiny eye-points were no longer sparkling with + their enigmatic life, that they were dulled and dim once more. + </p> + <p> + Before me, glimmering pallidly, bristled the mount of the Cones. Around + its crystal base glittered immense egg-shaped diamond incandescences. They + were both rayless and strangely—lightless; they threw no shadows nor + did their lambency lessen the dimness. Beside each of these curious + luminosities stood one of the sullen-fired, cruciform shapes—the + Things that now I knew for the opened cubes. + </p> + <p> + They were smaller than the Keeper, indeed less than half his height. They + were ranged in an almost unbroken crescent around the visible arc of the + immense pedestal—and now I saw that the lights were a few feet + closer to that pedestal than they. Egg-shaped as I have said, the wider + end was undermost, resting in a broad cup upheld by a slender pedicle + silvery-gray and metallic. + </p> + <p> + “They're building out the base,” whispered Drake. “The Cones got so big + they have to give them more room.” + </p> + <p> + “Magnetism,” I whispered in return. “Electricity—they drew down from + the sun spot. And it was more than that—I saw the Cones grow under + it. It fed them as it fed the Hordes—but the Cones grew. It was as + though the shields and the Cones turned pure energy into substance.” + </p> + <p> + “And if we hadn't been pretty thoroughly magnetized to start with it would + have done for us,” he said. + </p> + <p> + We watched the operation going on in front of us. The cross shapes had + bent, hinging above the transverse arms. They bowed in absolute unison as + at some signal. Down from the horizontal plane of each whipped the long + and writhing tentacles. + </p> + <p> + At the foot of every one I could now perceive a heap of some faintly + glistening material. The tendrils coiled among this, then drew up + something that looked like a thick rod of crystal. The bent planes + straightened; simultaneously they thrust the crystalline bars toward the + incandescences. + </p> + <p> + There came a curious, brittle hissing. The ends of the rods began to + dissolve into dazzling, diamond rain, atomically minute, that passing + through the egg-shaped lights poured upon the periphery of the pedestal. + Rapidly the bars melted. Heat there must be in these lights, terrific heat—yet + the Keeper's workers seemed impervious to it. + </p> + <p> + As the ends of the bars radiated into the annealing mist I saw the + tentacles creep closer and ever closer to the rayless flame through which + the mist flew. And at the last, as the ultimate atoms drove through, the + holding tendrils were thrust almost within it; touched it, certainly. + </p> + <p> + A score of times they repeated this process while we watched. Unaware of + us they seemed, or—if aware, then indifferent. More rapid became + their movements, the glassy ingots streaming through the floating braziers + with hardly a pause in their passing. Abruptly, as though switched, the + incandescences lessened into candle-points; instantly, as at a signal, the + crescent of crosses closed into a crescent of cubes. + </p> + <p> + Motionless they stood, huge blocks blackened against the dim glowing of + the cones—sentient monoliths; a Druid curve; an arc of a metal + Stonehenge. And as at dusk and dawn the great menhirs of Stonehenge fill + with a mysterious, granitic life, seem to be praying priests of stone, so + about these gathered hierophantic illusion. + </p> + <p> + They quivered; the slender pedicles cupping, the waned lights swayed; the + lights lifted and soared, upright, to their backs. + </p> + <p> + Two by two with measured pace, solemnly the cubes glided off into the + encircling darkness. As they swept away there streamed behind them other + scores not until then visible to us, joining pair by pair from hidden + arcs. + </p> + <p> + Into the secret shadows they flowed, two by two, each bearing over it the + slim shaft holding the serene flame. + </p> + <p> + Grotesquely were they like a column of monks marching with dimmed flambeau + of their worship. Angled metal monks of some god of metal, carrying tapers + of electric fire, withdrawing slowly from a Holy of Holies whose + metallically divine Occupant knew nothing of man—nor cared to know. + </p> + <p> + Grotesque—yes. But would that I had the power to crystallize in + words the underlying, alien terror every movement of the Metal Monster + when disintegrate, its every manifestation when combined, evoked; the + incredulous, amazed lurking always close behind the threshold of the mind; + the never lifting, thin-shuddering shadow. + </p> + <p> + Smaller, dimmer waned the lights—they were gone. + </p> + <p> + We crouched, motionless. Nothing stirred; there was no sound. Without + speaking we arose; crept together over the smooth floor toward the cones. + </p> + <p> + As we crossed I saw that the pave, like the walls, was built of the bodies + of the Metal People; and, like the walls, they were dormant, filmed eyes + oblivious to our passing. Closer we crept—were only a scant score of + rods from that colossal mechanism. I noted that the crystal foundation was + set low; was not more than four feet above the floor. The sturdy, dwarfed + pilasters supporting it thrust up in crowded copses, merging through + distance into apparent solidity. + </p> + <p> + Now, too, I realized, as I had not when looking down from above, how + stupendous the structure rising from the crystal foundation was. + </p> + <p> + I began to wonder how so thin a support could bear the mount bristling + above it—then remembered what it was that at first had flown from + them, shrinking them, and at last had fed and swelled them. + </p> + <p> + Light! Weightless magnetic ions; swarms of electric ions; the misty breath + of the infinite energy breathing upon, condensing upon, them. Could it be + that the Cones for all their apparent mass had little, if any, weight? + Like ringed Saturn, thousands of times Earth's bulk, flaunting itself in + the Heavens—yet if transported to our world so light that rings and + all it would float like a bubble upon our oceans. The Cones towered above + me—close, so close. + </p> + <p> + The Cones were weightless. How I knew I cannot say—but now, almost + touching them, I did know. Nebulous, yet solid, were they; compact, yet + tenuous, dense and unsubstantial. + </p> + <p> + Again the thought came to me—they were force made visible; energy + made concentrate into matter. + </p> + <p> + We skirted, seeking for the tablet over which the Keeper had hovered; the + mechanism which, under his tentacles, had shifted the circling shields, + thrust the spear of green fire into the side of the wounded sun. + Hesitantly I touched the crystal base; the edge was warm, but whether this + warmth came from the dazzling rain which we had just watched build it + outward or whether it was a property inherent with the substance itself I + do not know. + </p> + <p> + Certainly there was no mark upon it to show where the molten mists had + fallen. It was diamond hard and smooth. The nearest cones were but a scant + nine feet from its rim. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly we saw the tablet; stood beside it. The shape of a great T, + glimmering with a faint and limpid violet phosphorescence, it might have + been, in shape and size, the palely shining shadow of the Keeper. It was a + foot above the floor, and had apparently no connection with the cones. + </p> + <p> + It was made of thousands of close-packed tiny octagonal rods the tops of + some of which were cupped, of others pointed; none was more than half an + inch in width. There was about it a suggestion of wedded crystal and metal—as + about its burden was the suggestion of mated energy and matter. + </p> + <p> + The rods were movable; they formed a keyboard unimaginably complex; a + keyboard whose infinite combinations were like a Fourth Dimensional chess + game. I saw that only the swarms of tentacles that were the Keeper's hands + and these only could be masters of its incredible intricacies. No Disk—not + even the Emperor, no Star shape could play on it, draw out its chords of + power. + </p> + <p> + But why? Why had it been so made that sullen flaming Cross alone could + release its hidden meanings, made articulate its interwoven octaves? And + how were its messages conveyed? Up to its bases pressed the dormant cubes—that + under it they lay as well I did not doubt. + </p> + <p> + There was no visible copula of the tablet with cones; no antennae between + it and the circled shields. Could it be that the impulses released by the + Keeper's coilings passed through the Metal People of the pave on the + upthrust Metal People of the crater rim who held the shields? + </p> + <p> + That WAS unthinkable—unthinkable because if so this mechanism was + superfluous. + </p> + <p> + The swift response to the communal will that we had observed showed that + the Metal Monster needed nothing of this kind for transmission of the + thought of any of its units. + </p> + <p> + There was some gap here—a gap that the grouped consciousness could + not bridge without other means. Clearly that was true—else why the + tablet, why the Keeper's travail? + </p> + <p> + Was each of these tiny rods a mechanism akin, in a fashion, to the sending + keys of the wireless; were they transmitters of subtle energy in which was + enfolded command? Spellers-out of a super-Morse carrying to each + responsive cell of the Metal Monster the bidding of those higher units + which were to It as the brain cells are to us? That, advanced as the + knowledge it implied might be, was closer to the heart of the possible. + </p> + <p> + I bent, determined, despite the well-nigh unconquerable shrinking I felt, + to touch the tablet's rods. + </p> + <p> + A flickering shadow fell upon me; a flock of pulsating ochreous and + scarlet shadows— + </p> + <p> + The Keeper glowed above us! + </p> + <p> + In a life that has had its share of dangers, its need for quick decisions, + I recognize that few indeed of my reactions to peril have been more than + purely instinctive; no more consciously courageous nor intellectually + dissociate from the activating stimulus than the shrinking of the burned + hand from the brand, the will-to-live dictated rush of the cornered animal + upon the thing menacing it. + </p> + <p> + One such higher functioning was when I followed Larry O'Keefe and Lakla, + the Handmaiden, out to what we believed soul-destroying death in a place + almost as strange as this *; another was now. Deliberately, detachedly, I + studied the angrily flaming Shape. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * See “The Moon Pool” and “The Conquest of the Moon Pool.” + </pre> + <p> + Compared to it we were as a pair of Hop-o'-my-Thumbs to the Giant; had it + been man-shaped we would have come less than a third way up to its knees. + I focussed my attention upon the twenty-foot-wide square that was the + Keeper's foot. Its surface was jewel smooth, hyaline—yet beneath it + was a suggestion of granulation, of close-packed, innumerable, microscopic + crystals. + </p> + <p> + Within these grains whose existence was more sensed than seen glowed dull + red light, smoky and sullen. At each end of the square, close to the + bottom, was a diamond-shaped lozenge, cabochon, perhaps a yard in width. + These were dim yellow, translucent, with no suggestion of the underlying + crystallization. Sense organs I set them down to be—similar to the + great ovals within the Emperor's golden zone. + </p> + <p> + My gaze traveled up to the transverse arms. They stretched sixty feet from + tip to tip. At each tip were two more of the diamond figures, not dull but + burning angrily with orange-and-scarlet luster. In the center of the beam + was something that might have been a smoldering rubrous reflection of the + Emperor's pulsing multicolored rose had each of the petals of the latter + been clipped and squared. + </p> + <p> + It deepened toward its heart into a singular pattern of vermilion + latticings. Into the entire figure ran numerous tiny rivulets of angry + crimson and orange light, angling in interwoven patterns with never a + curve nor arching. + </p> + <p> + Set at intervals between them were what looked like octagonal rosettes + filled with slender silvery flutings, wan striations—like—it + came to me—immense chrysanthemum buds, half opened, and carved in + gray jade. + </p> + <p> + Above towered the gigantic vertical beam. Toward its top I glimpsed a huge + square of flaring crimsons and bright topaz; two other diamonds stared + down upon us from just beneath it—like eyes. And over all its height + the striated octagons clustered. + </p> + <p> + I felt myself lifted, floated upward. Drake's hand shot out, clung to me + as together we drifted up the living wall. Opposite the latticed heart of + the square-petaled rose our flight was checked. There for an instant we + hung. Then the octagonal symbols stirred, unfolded like buds— + </p> + <p> + They were the nests of the Keeper's tentacles, and out from them the + whiplike tendrils uncoiled, shot out and writhed toward us. + </p> + <p> + My skin flinched from their touch; my body, held in the unseen grip, was + motionless. Yet when they touched their contact was not unpleasant. They + were like flexible strands of glass; their smooth tips questioned us, + passing through our hair, searching our faces, writhing over our clothing. + </p> + <p> + There was a pulse in the great clipped rose, a rhythmic throbbing of + vermilion fire that ran into it from the angled veins, beat through the + latticed nucleus and throbbed back whence it had come. The huge, high + square of scarlet and yellow was liquid flame; the diamond organs beneath + it seemed to smoke, to send out swirls of orange red vapor. + </p> + <p> + Holding us so the Keeper studied us. + </p> + <p> + The rhythm of the square rose, became the rhythm of my own mind. But here + was none of the vast, serene and elemental calm that Ruth had described as + emanating from the Metal Emperor. Powerful it was, without doubt, but in + it were undertones of rage, of impatience, overtones of revolt, something + incomplete and struggling. Within the disharmonies I seemed to sense a + fettered force striving for freedom; energy battling against itself. + </p> + <p> + Greater grew the swarms of the tentacles winding about us like slender + strands of glass, covering our faces, making breathing more and more + difficult. There was a coil of them around my throat and tightening—tightening. + </p> + <p> + I heard Drake gasping, laboring for breath. I could not turn my head + toward him, could not speak. Was this then to be our end? + </p> + <p> + The strangling clutch relaxed, the mass of the tentacles lessened. I was + conscious of a surge of anger through the cruciform Thing that held us. + </p> + <p> + Its sullen fires blazed. I was aware of another light beating past us—beating + down the Keeper's. The hosts of tendrils drew back from me. I felt myself + picked from the unseen grasp, whirled in the air and drawn away. + </p> + <p> + Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk—the Metal + Emperor! + </p> + <p> + He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper—and even as I swung I + saw the Keeper's multitudinous, serpentine arms surge out toward us + angrily and then sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests. + </p> + <p> + And out of the Disk, clothing me, permeating me, came an immense + tranquillity, a muting of all human thought, all human endeavor, an + unthinkable, cosmic calm into which all that was human of me seemed to be + sinking, drowning as in a fathomless abyss. I struggled against it, + desperately, striving in study of the Disk to erect a barrier of + preoccupation against the power pouring from it. + </p> + <p> + A dozen feet away from us the sapphire ovals centered upon us their + regard. They were limpid, pellucid as gems whose giant replicas they + seemed to be. The surface of the Disk ringed about by the aureate zodiac + in which the nine ovals shone was a maze of geometric symbols traced in + the lines of living gem fires; infinitely complex those patterns and + infinitely beautiful; an infinite number of symmetric forms in which I + seemed to trace all the ordered crystalline wonders of the snowflakes, the + groupings of all crystalline patternings, the soul of ordered beauty that + are the marvels of the Radiolaria, Nature's own miraculous book of the + soul of mathematical beauty. + </p> + <p> + The flashing, petaled heart was woven of living rainbows of cold flame. + </p> + <p> + Silently we floated there while the Disk—LOOKED—at us. + </p> + <p> + And as though I had been not an actor but an observer, the weird picture + of it all came to me—two men swinging like motes in mid air, on one + side the flickering scarlet and orange Cruciform shape, on the other side + the radiant Disk, behind the two manikins the pallid mount of the + bristling cones; and high above the wan circle of the shields. + </p> + <p> + There was a ringing about us—an elfin chiming, sweet and + crystalline. It came from the cones—and strangely was it their vocal + synthesis, their voice. Into the vast circle of sky pierced a lance of + green fire; swift in its wake uprose others. + </p> + <p> + We slid gently down, stood swaying at the Disk's base. The Keeper bent; + angled. Again the planes above the supporting square hovered over the + tablet. The tendrils swept down, pushed here and there, playing upon the + rods some unknown symphony of power. + </p> + <p> + Thicker pulsed the lances of the aurora; changed to vast billowing + curtains. The faceted wheel at the top of the central spire of the cones + swung upward; a light began to stream from the cones themselves—no + pillar now, but a vast circle that shot whirling into the heavens like a + noose. + </p> + <p> + And like a noose it caught the aurora, snared it! + </p> + <p> + Into it the coruscating mists of mysterious flame swirled; lost their + colors, became a torrent of light flying down through the ring as though + through a funnel top. + </p> + <p> + Down poured the radiant corpuscles, bathing the cones. They did not glow + as they had beneath the flood from the shields, and if they grew it was + too slowly for me to see; the shields were motionless. Now here, now + there, I saw the other rings whirl up—smaller mouths of lesser cones + hidden within the body of the Metal Monster, I knew, sucking down this + magnetic flux, these countless ions gushing forth from the sun. + </p> + <p> + Then as when first we had seen the phenomenon in the valley of the blue + poppies, the ring vanished, hidden by a fog of coruscations—as + though the force streaming through the rings became diffused after it had + been caught. + </p> + <p> + Crouching, forgetful of our juxtaposition to these two unhuman, anomalous + Things, we watched the play of the tentacles upon the upthrust rods. + </p> + <p> + But if we forgot, we were not forgotten! + </p> + <p> + The Emperor slipped nearer; seemed to contemplate us—quizzically, + AMUSED; as a man would look down upon some curious and interesting insect, + a puppy, a kitten. I sensed this amusement in the Disk's regard even as I + had sensed its soul of awful tranquillity; as we had sensed the playful + malice in the eye stars of the living corridor, the curiosity in the + column that had dropped us into the valley. + </p> + <p> + I felt a push—a push that was filled with a colossal, GLITTERING + playfulness. + </p> + <p> + Under it I went spinning away for yards—Drake twirling close behind + me. The force, whatever it was, swept out from the Emperor, but in it was + no slightest hint of anger or of malice, no slightest shadow of the + sinister. + </p> + <p> + Rather it was as though one would blow away a feather; urge gently some + little lesser thing away. + </p> + <p> + The Disk watched our whirlings—with a sparkling, jeweled LAUGHTER in + its pulsing radiance. + </p> + <p> + Again came the push—farther yet we spun. Suddenly before us, across + the pave, shone out a twinkling trail—the wakened eyes of the cubes + that formed it, marking out a pathway for us to follow. + </p> + <p> + Immediately upon their gleaming forth I saw the Emperor turn—his + immense, oval, metallic back now black against the radiance of the cones. + </p> + <p> + Up from the narrow gleaming path—a path opened I knew by some + command—lifted the hosts of tiny unseen hands; the sentient currents + of magnetic force that were the fingers and arms of the Metal Hordes. They + held us, thrust us along, passed us forward. Faster and faster we moved, + speeding on the wake of the long-vanished metal monks. + </p> + <p> + I turned my head—the cones were already far away. Over the tablet of + limpid violet phosphorescence still hovered the planes of the Keeper; and + still was the oval of the Emperor black against the radiance. + </p> + <p> + But the twinkling, sparkling path between us and them was gone—was + fading out close behind us as we swept onward. + </p> + <p> + Faster and faster grew our pace. The cylindrical wall loomed close. A high + oblong portal showed within it. Into this we were carried. Before us + stretched a corridor precisely similar to that which, closing upon us, had + forced us completely out into the hall. + </p> + <p> + Unlike that passage, its floor lifted steeply—a smooth and shining + slide up which no man could climb. A shaft, indeed, which thrust upward + straight as an arrow at an angle of at least thirty degrees and whose end + or turning we could not see. Up and up it cleared its way through the City—through + the Metal Monster—closed only by the inability of the eye to pierce + the faint luminosity that thickened by distance became impenetrable. + </p> + <p> + For an instant we hovered upon its threshold. But the impulse, the + command, that had carried us thus far was not to stop here. Into it and up + it we were thrust, our feet barely touching the glimmering surface; lifted + by the force that emanated from its floor, carried on by the force that + pressed out from the sides. + </p> + <p> + Up and up we went—scores of feet—hundreds— + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. THE ENSORCELLED CHAMBER + </h2> + <p> + “Goodwin!” Drake broke the silence; desperately he was striving to keep + his fear out of his voice. “Goodwin—this isn't the way to get out. + We're going up—farther away all the time from the—the gates!” + </p> + <p> + “What can we do?” My anxiety was no less than his, but my realization of + our helplessness was complete. + </p> + <p> + “If we only knew how to talk to these Things,” he said. “If we could only + have let the Disk know we wanted to get out—damn it, Goodwin, it + would have helped us.” + </p> + <p> + Grotesque as the idea sounded, I felt that he spoke the truth. The Emperor + meant no harm to us; in fact in speeding us away I was not at all sure + that he had not deliberately wished us well—there was that about the + Keeper— + </p> + <p> + Still up we sped along the shaft. I knew we must now be above the level of + the valley. + </p> + <p> + “We've got to get back to Ruth! Goodwin—NIGHT! And what may have + HAPPENED to her?” + </p> + <p> + “Drake, boy”—I dropped into his own colloquialism—“we're up + against it. We can't help it. And remember—she's there in Norhala's + home. I don't believe, I honestly don't believe, Dick, that there's any + danger as long as she remains there. And Ventnor ties her fast.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” he said, more hopefully. “That's true—and probably + Norhala is with her by now.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't doubt it,” I said cheerfully. An idea came to me—I half + believed it myself. “And another thing. There's not an action here that's + purposeless. We're being driven on by the command of that Thing we call + the Metal Emperor. It means us no harm. Maybe—maybe this IS the way + out.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe so,” he shook his head doubtfully. “But I'm not sure. Maybe that + long push was just to get us away from THERE. And it strikes me that the + impulse has begun to weaken. We're not going anywhere near as fast as we + were.” + </p> + <p> + I had not realized it, but our speed was slackening. I looked back—hundreds + of feet behind us fell the slide. An unpleasant chill went through me—should + the magnetic grip upon us relax, withdraw, nothing could stop us from + falling back along that incline to be broken like eggs at its end; that + our breaths would be snuffed out by the terrific descent long before we + reached that end was scant comfort. + </p> + <p> + “There are other passages opening up along this shaft,” Drake said. “I'm + not for trusting the Emperor too far—he has other things on his + metallic mind, you know. The next one we get to, let's try to slip into—if + we can.” + </p> + <p> + I had noticed; there had been openings along the ascending shaft; + corridors running apparently transversely to its angled way. + </p> + <p> + Slower and slower became our pace. A hundred yards above I glimpsed one of + the apertures. Could we reach it? Slower and slower we arose. Now the gap + was but a yard off—but we were motionless—were tottering! + </p> + <p> + Drake's arms wrapped round me. With a tremendous effort he hurled me into + the portal. I dropped at its edge, writhed swiftly around, saw him + slipping, slipping down—thrust my hands out to him. + </p> + <p> + He caught them. There came a wrench that tortured my arm sockets as though + racked. But he held! + </p> + <p> + Slowly—I writhed back into the passage, dragging up his almost dead + weight. His head appeared, his shoulders; there was a convulsion of the + long body and he lay before me. + </p> + <p> + For a minute or two we lay, flat upon our backs resting. I sat up. The + passage was broad, silent; apparently as endless as that from which we had + just escaped. + </p> + <p> + Along it, above us, under us, the crystalline eyes were dim. It showed no + sign of movement—yet had it done so there was nothing we could do + save drop down the annihilating slant. Drake arose. + </p> + <p> + “I'm hungry,” he said, “and I'm thirsty. I move that we eat and drink and + approximately be merry.” + </p> + <p> + He slung aside the haversack. From it we took food; from the canteens we + drank. We did not talk. Each knew what the other was thinking; + infrequently, and thank the eternal law that some call God for that, come + crises in which speech seems not only petty but when against it the mind + rebels as a nauseous thing. + </p> + <p> + This was such a time. At last I drew myself to my feet. + </p> + <p> + “Let's be going,” I said. + </p> + <p> + The corridor stretched straight before us; along it we paced. How far we + walked I do not know; mile upon mile, it seemed. It broadened abruptly + into a vast hall. + </p> + <p> + And this hall was filled with the Metal Hordes—was a gigantic + workshop of them. In every shape, in every form, they seethed and toiled + about it. Upon its floor were heaps of shining ores, mounds of flashing + gems, piles of ingots, metallic and crystalline. High and low throughout + flamed the egg-shaped incandescences; floating furnaces both great and + small. + </p> + <p> + Before one of these forges, close to us, stood a Metal Thing. Its body was + a twelve-foot column of smaller cubes. Upon the top was a hollow square + formed of even lesser blocks—blocks hardly larger than the Little + Things themselves. In the center of the open rectangle was another shaft, + its top a two-foot square plate formed of a single cube. + </p> + <p> + From the sides of the hollow square sprang long arms of spheres, each + tipped by a tetrahedron. They moved freely, slipping about upon their + curved points of contact and like a dozen little thinking hammers, the + pyramid points at their ends beat down upon as many thimble shaped objects + which they thrust alternately into the unwinking brazier then laid upon + the central block to shape. + </p> + <p> + A goblin workman the Thing seemed, standing there, so intent upon and so + busy with its forgings. + </p> + <p> + There were scores of these animate machines; they paid no slightest heed + to us as we slipped by them, clinging as closely to the wall of the + immense workshop as we could. + </p> + <p> + We passed a company of other Shapes which stood two by two and close + together, their tops wide spinning wheels through which the tendrils of an + opened globe fed translucent, colorless ingots—the substance it + seemed to me of which Norhala's shadowy walls were made, the crystal of + which the bars that built out the base of the Cones were formed. + </p> + <p> + The ingots passed between the whirling faces; emerged from them as + slender, long cylinders; were seized as they slipped down by a crouching + block, whose place as it glided away was instantly taken by another. In + many bewildering forms, intent upon unknown activities directed toward + unguessable ends, the composite, animate mechanisms labored. And all the + place was filled with a goblin bustle, trollish racketings, ringing of + gnomish anvils, clanging of kobold forges—a clamorous cavern filled + with metal Nibelungens. + </p> + <p> + We came to the opening of another passage, a doorway piercing the walls of + the workshop. Its incline, though steep, was not dangerous. + </p> + <p> + Into it we stepped; climbed onward it seemed interminably. Far ahead of us + at last appeared the outline of its further entrance, silhouetted against + and filled with a brighter luminosity. We drew near; stopped cautiously at + its threshold, peering out. + </p> + <p> + Well it was that we had hesitated. Before us was open space—an abyss + in the body of the Metal Monster. + </p> + <p> + The corridor opened into it like a window. Thrusting out our heads, we saw + an unbroken wall both above and below. Half a mile away was its opposite + side. Over this pit was a misty sky and not more than a thousand feet + above and black against the heavens was the lip of it—the cornices + of this chasm within the City. + </p> + <p> + Far, far beneath us we watched the Hordes throw themselves across the + abyss in webs of curving arches and girder-straight bridges; gigantic we + knew these spans must be yet dwarfed to slender footways by distance. Over + them moved hurrying companies; from them came flashings, glitterings—prismatic, + sun golden; plutonic scarlets, molten blues; javelins of colored light + piercing upward from unfolded cubes and globes and pyramids crossing them + or from busy bearers of the shining fruits of the mysterious workshops. + </p> + <p> + And as they passed the bridges swung up, coiled and thrust themselves from + sight through openings that closed behind them. Ever, as they passed, + close on their going whipped out other spans so that always across that + abyss a sentient, shifting web was hung. + </p> + <p> + We drew back, stared into each other's white face. Panic swept through me, + in quick, alternate pulse of ice and fire. For crushingly, no longer to be + denied, came certainty that we were lost within the mazes of this + incredible City—lost in the body of the Metal Monster which that + City was. There was a sick despair in my heart as we turned and slowly + made our way back along the sloping corridor. + </p> + <p> + A hundred yards, perhaps, we had gone in silence before we stopped, gazing + stupidly at an opening in the wall beside us. The portal had not been + there when we had passed—of that I was certain. + </p> + <p> + “It's opened since we went by,” whispered Drake. + </p> + <p> + We peered through it. The passage was narrow; its pave led downward. For a + moment we hesitated, the same foreboding in both our minds. And yet—among + the perils that crowded in upon us what choice had we? There could be no + more danger there than here. + </p> + <p> + Both ways were—ALIVE, both obedient to impulses over which we had no + more control and no more way of predetermining than mice in some complex, + man-made trap. Furthermore, this shaft also ran downward, and although its + pitch was less and it did not therefore drop as quickly toward that level + we sought and wherein lay the openings of escape into the outer valley, it + fell at right angles to the corridor through which we had come. + </p> + <p> + We knew that to retrace our steps now would but take us back to the forges + and thence to the hall of the Cones and the certain peril waiting for us + there. + </p> + <p> + We stepped into this opened way. For a little distance it ran straightly, + then turned and sloped gently upward; and a little distance more we + climbed. Then suddenly, not a hundred yards from us, gushed out a flood of + soft radiance, opalescent, filled with pearly glimmerings and rosy shadows + of light. + </p> + <p> + It was as though a door had opened into some world of luminescence. From + it the lambent torrent poured; billowed down upon us. In its wake came + music—if music the mighty harmonies, the sonorous chords, the + crystalline themes and the linked chaplet of notes that were like + spiralings of tiny golden star bells could be named. + </p> + <p> + Toward source of light and sound we moved, nor could we have halted nor + withdrawn had we willed; the radiance drew us to it as the sun the water + drop, and irresistibly the sweet, unearthly music called. Closer we came—it + was a narrow alcove from which sound and light poured—into it we + crept—and went no further. + </p> + <p> + We peered into a vast and columnless vault, a limitless temple of light. + High up in it, strewn manifold, danced and shone soft orbs like tender + suns. No pale gilt luminaries of frozen rays were these. Effulgent, + jubilant, they flamed—orbs red as wine of rubies that Djinns of Al + Shiraz press from his enchanted vineyards of jewels; twin orbs rosy white + as breasts of pampered Babylonian maids; orbs of pulsing opalescences and + orbs of the murmuring green of bursting buds of spring, crocused orbs and + orbs of royal coral; suns that throbbed with singing rays of wedded rose + and pearl and of sapphires and topazes amorous; orbs born of cool virginal + dawns and of imperial sunsets and orbs that were the tuliped fruit of + mating rainbows of fire. + </p> + <p> + They danced, these countless aureoles; they swung and threaded in radiant + choral patterns, in linked harmonies of light. And as they danced their + gay rays caressed and bathed myriads of the Metal Folk open beneath them. + Under the rays the jewel fires of disk and star and cross leaped and + pulsed and danced to the same bright rhythm. + </p> + <p> + We sought the source of the music—a tremendous thing of shimmering + crystal pipes like some colossal organ. Out of the radiance around it + great flames gathered, shook into sight with streamings and pennonings, in + bannerets and bandrols, leaped upon the crystal pipes, and merged within + them. + </p> + <p> + And as the pipes drank them the flames changed into sound! + </p> + <p> + Throbbing bass viols of roaring vernal winds, diapasons of waterfall and + torrents—these had been flames of emerald; flaming trumpetings of + desire that had been great streamers of scarlet—rose flames that had + dissolved into echoes of fulfillment; diamond burgeonings that melted into + silver symphonies like mist entangled Pleiades transmuted into melodies; + chameleon harmonies to which the strange suns danced. + </p> + <p> + And now I saw—realizing with a clutch of indescribable awe, with a + sense of inexplicable profanation the secret of this ensorcelled chamber. + </p> + <p> + Within every pulsing rose of irised fire that was the heart of a disk, + from every rubrous, clipped rose of a cross, and from every rayed purple + petaling of a star there nestled a tiny disk, a tiny cross, a tiny star, + luminous and symboled even as those that cradled them. + </p> + <p> + The Metal Babes building like crystals from hearts of radiance beneath the + play of jocund orbs! + </p> + <p> + Incredible blossomings of crystal and of metal whose lullabies and cradle + songs were singing symphonies of flame. + </p> + <p> + It was the birth chamber of the City! + </p> + <p> + The womb of the Metal Monster! + </p> + <p> + Abruptly the walls of the niche sparkled out, the glittering eye points + regarding us with a most disquieting suggestion of sentinels who, + slumbering, had been caught unaware, and now awakening challenged us. + Swiftly the niche closed—so swiftly that barely had we time to + spring over its threshold into the corridor. + </p> + <p> + The corridor was awake—alive! + </p> + <p> + The power darted out; gripped us. Up it swept us and on. Far away a square + of light appeared, grew quickly larger. Framed in it was the amethystine + burning of the great ring that girdled the encircling cliffs. + </p> + <p> + I turned my head—behind us the corridor was closing! + </p> + <p> + Now the opening was so close that through it I could see the vast panorama + of the valley. The wall behind us touched us; pushed us on. We thrust + ourselves against it, despairingly. As well might flies have tried to + press back a moving mountain. + </p> + <p> + Resistingly, inexorably we were pressed forward. Now we cowered within a + yard-deep niche; now we trembled upon a foot-wide ledge. + </p> + <p> + Shuddering, gasping, we glared down the sheer drop of the City's wall. The + smooth and glimmering scarp fell thousands of feet straight to the valley + floor. And there were no merciful mists to hide what awaited us there; no + mists anywhere. In that brief, agonized glance every detail of the Pit was + disclosed with an abnormal clarity. + </p> + <p> + We tottered on the brink. The ledge melted. + </p> + <p> + Down, down we plunged, locked in each other's arms, hurtling to the + shattering death so far below! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. THE TREACHERY OF YURUK + </h2> + <p> + Was it true that Time is within ourselves—that like Space, its twin, + it is only a self-created illusion of the human mind? There are hours that + flash by on hummingbird wings; there are seconds that shuffle on shod in + leaden shoes. + </p> + <p> + Was it true that when death faces us the consciousness finds power through + its will to live to conquer the illusion—to prolong Time? That, + recoiling from oblivion, we can recreate in a fractional moment whole + years gone past, years yet to come—striving to lengthen our + existence, stretching out our apperception beyond the phantom boundaries, + overdrawing upon a Barmecide deposit of minutes, staking fresh claims upon + a mirage? + </p> + <p> + How else explain the seeming slowness with which we were falling—the + seeming leisureness with which the wall drifted up past us? + </p> + <p> + And was this punishment—a sentence meted out for profaning with our + eyes a forbidden place; a penalty for touching with our gaze the ark of + the Metal Tribes—their holy of holies—the budding place of the + Metal Babes? + </p> + <p> + The valley was swinging—swinging in slow broad curves; was + oscillating dizzily. + </p> + <p> + Slowly the colossal wall slipped upward. + </p> + <p> + Realization swept me; left me amazed; only half believing. This was no + illusion. After that first swift plunge our fall had been checked. We were + swinging—not the valley. + </p> + <p> + Deliberately, in wide arcs like pendulums, we were swinging across the + City's scarp; three feet out from it, and as we swung, slowly sinking. + </p> + <p> + And now I saw the countless eyes of the watching wall again were + twinkling, regarding us with impish mockery. + </p> + <p> + It was the grip of the living wall that held us; that rocked us from side + to side as though giving greater breadths of it chance to behold us; that + was dropping us gently, carefully, to the valley floor now a scant two + thousand feet below. + </p> + <p> + A storm of rage, of intensest resentment swept me; as once before any + gratitude I should have felt for escape was submerged in the utter + humiliation with which it was charged. + </p> + <p> + I shook my fists at the twinkling wall, strove to kick and smite it like + an angry child, cursed it—not childishly. Dared it to hurl me down + to death. + </p> + <p> + I felt Drake's hand touch mine. + </p> + <p> + “Steady,” he said. “Steady, old boy. It's no use. Steady. Look down.” + </p> + <p> + Hot with shame for my outburst, weak from its violence, I obeyed. The + valley floor was not more than a thousand feet away. Thronging about where + we must at last touch, clustered and seething, was a multitude of the + Metal Things. They seemed to be looking up at us, watching, waiting for + us. + </p> + <p> + “Reception committee,” grinned Drake. + </p> + <p> + I glanced away; over the valley. It was luminously clear; yet the sky was + overcast, no stars showing. The light was no stronger than that of the + moon at full, but it held a quality unfamiliar to me. It cast no shadows; + though soft, it was piercing, revealing all it bathed with the + distinctness of bright sunshine. The illumination came, I thought, from + the encircling veils falling from the band of amethyst. + </p> + <p> + And, as I peered, out of the veils and far away sped a violet spark. With + meteor speed it flew toward us. Close to the base of the vast facade it + landed with a flashing of blue incandescence. I knew it for one of the + Flying Things, the Mark Makers—one of the incredible messengers. + </p> + <p> + Close upon its fall came increase in the turmoil of the crowding throng + awaiting us. Came, too, an abrupt change in our own motion. The long arcs + lessened. We were dropped more swiftly. + </p> + <p> + Far away in the direction from which the Flying Thing had flown I sensed + another movement; something coming that carried with it subtle suggestion + of unlikeness to all the other incessant, linked movement over the pit. + Closer it drew. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala!” gasped Drake. + </p> + <p> + Robed in her silken amber swathings, red-copper hair streaming, woven with + elfin sparklings, she was racing toward the City like some lovely witch, + riding upon the back of a steed of huge cubes. + </p> + <p> + Nearer she raced. More direct became our fall. Now we were dropping as + though at the end of an unreeling plummet cord; the floor of the valley + was no more than two hundred feet below. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala!” we shouted; and again and again—again “Norhala!” + </p> + <p> + Before our cries could have reached her the cubes swerved; came to a halt + beneath us. Through the hundred feet of space between I caught the + brilliancy of the weird constellations in Norhala's great eyes—saw + with a vague but no less dire foreboding that on her face dwelt a + terrifying, a blasting wrath. + </p> + <p> + As softly as though by the hand of a giant of cloud we were lifted out + from the wall, and were set with no perceptible shock beside her on the + back of the cubes. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala—” I stopped. For this was no Norhala whom we had known. + Gone was all calm, vanished every trace of unearthly tranquillity. It was + a Norhala awakened at last—all human. + </p> + <p> + Yet in the still rage that filled her I sensed a force, an intensity, more + than human. Over the blazing eyes the brows were knit in a rigid, golden + bar; the delicate nostrils were pinched; the sweet red mouth was white and + merciless. It was as though in its long sleep her human self had gathered + more than human strength, and that now, awakened and unleashed, the + violence of its rage touched the vibrant zenith of that sphere of which + her quiet had been the nadir. + </p> + <p> + She was like an urn filled and flaming with the fires of the Gods of + wrath. + </p> + <p> + What was it that had awakened her—what in awakening had changed the + inpouring human consciousness into this flood of fury? Foreboding gripped + me. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala!” My voice was shaking. “Those we left—” + </p> + <p> + “They are gone!” The golden voice was octaves deeper, vibrant, throbbing + with that muffled, menacing note that must have pulsed from the golden + tambours that summoned to battle Timur's fierce hordes. “They were—taken.” + </p> + <p> + “Taken!” I gasped. “Taken by what—these?” I swept my hands out + toward the Metal Things milling around us. + </p> + <p> + “No! THESE are mine. These are they who obey me.” The golden voice now + shrilled with her passion. “Taken by—men!” + </p> + <p> + Drake had read my face although he could not understand our words. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth—” + </p> + <p> + “Taken,” I said. “Both Ruth and Ventnor. Taken by the armored men—the + men of Cherkis!” + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis!” She had caught the word. “Yes—Cherkis! And now he and all + his men—and all his women—and every living thing he rules + shall pay. And fear not—you two. For I, Norhala, will bring back my + own. + </p> + <p> + “Woe, woe to you, Cherkis, and to all of yours! For I, Norhala, am awake, + and I, Norhala, remember. Woe to you, Cherkis, woe—for now all ends + for you! + </p> + <p> + “Not by the gods of my mother who turned their strength against her do I + promise this. I, Norhala, have no need for them—I, Norhala, who have + strength greater than they. And would I could crush those gods as I shall + crush you, Cherkis—and every living thing of yours! Yea—and + every UNLIVING thing as well!” + </p> + <p> + Not halting now was Norhala's speech; it poured from the ruthless lips—flamingly. + </p> + <p> + “We go,” she cried. “And something of vengeance I have saved for you—as + is your right.” + </p> + <p> + She tossed her arms high; stamped upon the back of the Metal Thing that + held us. + </p> + <p> + It quivered and sped away. Swiftly dwindled the City's bulk; fast faded + its glimmering watchful face. + </p> + <p> + Not toward the veils of light but out over the plain we flew. Above us, + crouching against the blast of our going, streamed like a silken banner + Norhala's hair, gemmed with the witch lights. + </p> + <p> + We were far out now, the City far away. The cube slowed. Norhala threw + high her head. From the arched, exquisite throat pealed a trumpet call—golden, + summoning, imperious. Thrice it rang forth—and all the surrounding + valley seemed to halt and listen. + </p> + <p> + Followed upon its ending, a chanting as goldenly sonorous. Wild, + peremptory, triumphant. It was like a mustering shouting to adventurous + stars, buglings to buccaneering winds, cadenced beckonings to restless + ranks of viking waves, signaling to all the corsairs and picaroons of the + elemental. + </p> + <p> + A cosmic call to slay! + </p> + <p> + The gigantic block upon which we rode quivered; I myself felt a thousand + needle-pointed roving arrows prick me, urging me on to some jubilant, + reckless orgy of destruction. + </p> + <p> + Obeying that summoning there swirled to us cube and globe and pyramid by + the score—by the hundreds. They swept into our wake and followed—lifting + up behind us, an ever-rising sea. + </p> + <p> + Higher and higher arose the metal wave—mounting, ever mounting as + other score upon score leaped upon it, rushed up it and swelled its crest. + And soon so great it was that it shadowed us, hung over us. + </p> + <p> + The cubes we rode angled in their course; raced now with ever-increasing + speed toward the spangled curtains. + </p> + <p> + And still Norhala's golden chant lured; higher and even higher reached the + following wave. Now we were rising upon a steep slope; now the + amethystine, gleaming ring was almost overheard. + </p> + <p> + Norhala's song ceased. One breathless, soundless moment and we had pierced + the veils. A globule of sapphire shone afar, the elfin bubble of her home. + We neared it. + </p> + <p> + Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles turquoise + studded, lift their heads from their roadway browsing. For a moment they + stood, stiff with terror; then whimpering raced away. + </p> + <p> + We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood close to its threshold. + Slaves to a single thought, Drake and I sprang to enter. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” Norhala's white hands caught us. “There is peril there—without + me! Me you must—follow!” + </p> + <p> + Upon the exquisite face was no unshadowing of wrath, no diminishing of + rage, no weakening of dreadful determination. The star-flecked eyes were + not upon us; they looked over and beyond—coldly, calculatingly. + </p> + <p> + “Not enough,” I heard her whisper. “Not enough—for that which I will + do.” + </p> + <p> + We turned, following her gaze. A hundred feet on high, stretching nearly + across the gorge, an incredible curtain was flung. Over its folds was + movement—arms of spinning globes that thrust forth like paws and + down upon which leaped pyramid upon pyramid stiffening as they clung like + bristling spikes of hair; great bars of clicking cubes that threw + themselves from the shuttering—shook and withdrew. The curtain was a + ferment—shifting, mercurial; it throbbed with desire, palpitated + with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + “Not enough!” murmured Norhala. + </p> + <p> + Her lips parted; from them came another trumpeting—tyrannic, + arrogant and clangorous. Under it the curtaining writhed—out from it + spurted thin cascades of cubes. They swarmed up into tall pillars that + shook and swayed and gyrated. + </p> + <p> + With blinding flash upon flash the sapphire incandescences struck forth at + their feet. A score of flaming columned shapes leaped up and curved in + meteor flight over the tumultuous curtain. Streaming with violet fires + they shot back to the valley of the City. + </p> + <p> + “Hai!” shouted Norhala as they flew. “Hai!” + </p> + <p> + Up darted her arms; the starry galaxies of her eyes danced madly, shot + forth visible rays. The mighty curtain of the Metal Things pulsed and + throbbed; its units interweaving—block and globe and pyramid of + which it was woven, each seeming to strain at leash. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” cried Norhala—and led the way through the portal. + </p> + <p> + Close behind her we pressed. I stumbled, nearly fell, over a brown-faced, + leather-cuirassed body that lay half over, legs barring the threshold. + </p> + <p> + Contemptuously Norhala stepped over it. We were within that chamber of the + pool. About it lay a fair dozen of the armored men. Ruth's defense, I + thought with a grim delight, had been most excellent—those who had + taken her and Ventnor had not done so without paying full toll. + </p> + <p> + A violet flashing drew my eyes away. Close to the pool wherein we had + first seen the white miracle of Norhala's body, two immense, purple fired + stars blazed. Between them, like a suppliant cast from black iron, was + Yuruk. + </p> + <p> + Poised upon their nether tips the stars guarded him. Head touching his + knees, eyes hidden within his folded arms, the black eunuch crouched. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk!” + </p> + <p> + There was an unearthly mercilessness in Norhala's voice. + </p> + <p> + The eunuch raised his head; slowly, fearfully. + </p> + <p> + “Goddess!” he whispered. “Goddess! Mercy!” + </p> + <p> + “I saved him,” she turned to us, “for you to slay. He it was who brought + those who took the maid who was mine and the helpless one she loved. Slay + him.” + </p> + <p> + Drake understood—his hand twitched down to his pistol, drew it. He + leveled the gun at the black eunuch. Yuruk saw it—shrieked and + cowered. Norhala laughed—sweetly, ruthlessly. + </p> + <p> + “He dies before the stroke falls,” she said. “He dies doubly therefore—and + that is well.” + </p> + <p> + Drake slowly lowered the automatic; turned to me. + </p> + <p> + “I can't,” he said. “I can't—do it—” + </p> + <p> + “Masters!” Upon his knees the eunuch writhed toward us. “Masters—I + meant no wrong. What I did was for love of the Goddess. Years upon years I + have served her. And her mother before her. + </p> + <p> + “I thought if the maid and the blasted one were gone, that you would + follow. Then I would be alone with the Goddess once more. Cherkis will not + slay them—and Cherkis will welcome you and give the maid and the + blasted one back to you for the arts that you can teach him. + </p> + <p> + “Mercy, Masters, I meant no harm—bid the Goddess be merciful!” + </p> + <p> + The ebon pools of eyes were clarified of their ancient shadows by his + terror; age was wiped from them by fear, even as it was wiped from his + face. The wrinkles were gone. Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk + prayed to us. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you wait?” she asked us. “Time presses, and even now we should be + on the way. When so many are so soon to die, why tarry over one? Slay + him!” + </p> + <p> + “Norhala,” I answered, “we cannot slay him so. When we kill, we kill in + fair fight—hand to hand. The maid we both love has gone, taken with + her brother. It will not bring her back if we kill him through whom she + was taken. We would punish him—yes, but slay him we cannot. And we + would be after the maid and her brother quickly.” + </p> + <p> + A moment she looked at us, perplexity shading the high and steady anger. + </p> + <p> + “As you will,” she said at last; then added, half sarcastically, “Perhaps + it is because I who am now awake have slept so long that I cannot + understand you. But Yuruk has disobeyed ME. That of MINE which I committed + to his care he has given to the enemies of me and those who were mine. It + matters nothing to me what YOU would do. Matters to me only what I will to + do.” + </p> + <p> + She pointed to the dead. + </p> + <p> + “Yuruk”—the golden voice was cold—“gather up these carrion and + pile them together.” + </p> + <p> + The eunuch arose, stole out fearfully from between the two stars. He + slithered to body after body, dragging them one after the other to the + center of the chamber, lifting them and forming of them a heap. One there + was who was not dead. His eyes opened as the eunuch seized him, the + blackened mouth opened. + </p> + <p> + “Water!” he begged. “Give me drink. I burn!” + </p> + <p> + I felt a thrill of pity; lifted my canteen and walked toward him. + </p> + <p> + “You of the beard,” the merciless chime rang out, “he shall have no water. + But drink he shall have, and soon—drink of fire!” + </p> + <p> + The soldier's fevered eyes rolled toward her, saw and read aright the + ruthlessness in the beautiful face. + </p> + <p> + “Sorceress!” he groaned. “Cursed spawn of Ahriman!” He spat at her. + </p> + <p> + The black talons of Yuruk stretched around his throat + </p> + <p> + “Son of unclean dogs!” he whined. “You dare blaspheme the Goddess!” + </p> + <p> + He snapped the soldier's neck as though it had been a rotten twig. + </p> + <p> + At the callous cruelty I stood for an instant petrified; I heard Drake + swear wildly, saw his pistol flash up. + </p> + <p> + Norhala struck down his arm. + </p> + <p> + “Your chance has passed,” she said, “and not for THAT shall you slay him.” + </p> + <p> + And now Yuruk had cast that body upon the others; the pile was complete. + </p> + <p> + “Mount!” commanded Norhala, and pointed. He cast himself at her feet, + writhing, moaning, imploring. She looked at one of the great Shapes; + something of command passed from her, something it understood plainly. + </p> + <p> + The star slipped forward—there was an almost imperceptible movement + of its side points. The twitching form of the black seemed to leap up from + the floor, to throw itself like a bag upon the mound of the dead. + </p> + <p> + Norhala threw up her hands. Out of the violet ovals beneath the upper tips + of the Things spurted streams of blue flame. They fell upon Yuruk and + splashed over him upon the heap of the slain. In the mound was a dreadful + movement, a contortion; the bodies stiffened, seemed to try to rise, to + push away—dead nerves and muscles responding to the blasting energy + passing through them. + </p> + <p> + Out from the stars rained bolt upon bolt. In the chamber was the sound of + thunder, crackling like broken glass. The bodies flamed, crumbled. There + was a little smoke—nauseous, feebly protesting, beaten out by the + consuming fires almost before it could rise. + </p> + <p> + Where had been the heap of slain capped by the black eunuch there was but + a little whirling cloud of sad gray dust. Caught by a passing draft, it + eddied, slipped over the floor, vanished through the doorway. Motionless + stood the blasting stars, contemplating us. Motionless stood Norhala, her + wrath no whit abated by the ghastly sacrifice. And paralyzed by what we + had beheld, motionless stood we. + </p> + <p> + “Listen,” she said. “You two who love the maid. What you have seen is + nothing to that which you SHALL see—a wisp of mist to the storm + cloud.” + </p> + <p> + “Norhala”—I found speech—“can you tell us when it was that the + maid was captured?” + </p> + <p> + Perhaps there was still time to overtake the abductors before Ruth was + thrust into the worse peril waiting where she was being carried. Crossed + this thought another—puzzling, baffling. The cliffs Yuruk had + pointed out to me as those through which the hidden way passed were, I had + estimated then, at least twenty miles away. And how long was the pass, the + tunnel, through them? And then how far this place of the armored men? It + had been past dawn when Drake had frightened the black eunuch with his + pistol. It was not yet dawn now. How could Yuruk have made his way to the + Persians so swiftly—how could they so swiftly have returned? + </p> + <p> + Amazingly she answered the spoken question and the unspoken. + </p> + <p> + “They came long before dusk,” she said. “By the night before Yuruk had won + to Ruszark, the city of Cherkis; and long before dawn they were on their + way hither. This the black dog I slew told me.” + </p> + <p> + “But Yuruk was with us here at dawn yesterday,” I gasped. + </p> + <p> + “A night has passed since then,” she said, “and another night is almost + gone.” + </p> + <p> + Stunned, I considered this. If this were true—and not for an instant + did I doubt her—then not for a few hours had we lain there at the + foot of the living wall in the Hall of the Cones—but for the balance + of that day and that night, and another day and part of still another + night. + </p> + <p> + “What does she say?” Drake stared anxiously into my whitened face. I told + him. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” Norhala spoke again. “The dusk before the last dusk that has passed + I returned to my house. The maid was there and sorrowing. She told me you + had gone into the valley, prayed me to help you and to bring you back. I + comforted her, and something of—the peace—I gave her; but not + all, for she fought against it. A little we played together, and I left + her sleeping. I sought you and found you also sleeping. I knew no harm + would come to you, and I went my ways—and forgot you. Then I came + here again—and found Yuruk and these the maid had slain.” + </p> + <p> + The great eyes flashed. + </p> + <p> + “Now do I honor the maid for the battle that she did,” she said, “though + how she slew so many strong men I do not know. My heart goes out to her. + And therefore when I bring her back she shall no more be plaything to + Norhala, but sister. And with you it shall be as she wills. And woe to + those who have taken her!” + </p> + <p> + She paused, listening. From without came a rising storm of thin wailings, + insistent and eager. + </p> + <p> + “But I have an older vengeance than this to take,” the golden voice tolled + somberly. “Long have I forgotten—and shame I feel that I had forgot. + So long have I forgotten all hatreds, all lusts, all cruelty—among—these—” + She thrust a hand forth toward the hidden valley. “Forgot—dwelling + in the great harmonies. Save for you and what has befallen I would never + have stirred from them, I think. But now awakened, I take that vengeance. + After it is done”—she paused—“after it is over I shall go back + again. For this awakening has in it nothing of the ordered joy I love—it + is a fierce and slaying fire. I shall go back—” + </p> + <p> + The shadow of her far dreaming flitted over, softened the angry brilliancy + of her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, you two!” The shadow of dream fled. “Those that I am about to + slay are evil—evil are they all, men and women. Long have they been + so—yea, for cycles of suns. And their children grow like them—or + if they be gentle and with love for peace they are slain or die of + heartbreak. All this my mother told me long ago. So no more children shall + be born from them either to suffer or to grow evil.” + </p> + <p> + Again she paused, nor did we interrupt her musing. + </p> + <p> + “My father ruled Ruszark,” she said at last. “Rustum he was named, of the + seed of Rustum the Hero even as was my mother. They were gentle and good, + and it was their ancestors who built Ruszark when, fleeing from the might + of Iskander, they were sealed in the hidden valley by the falling + mountain. + </p> + <p> + “Then there sprang from one of the families of the nobles—Cherkis. + Evil, evil was he, and as he grew he lusted for rule. On a night of terror + he fell upon those who loved my father and slew; and barely had my father + time to fly from the city with my mother, still but a bride, and a handful + of those loyal to him. + </p> + <p> + “They found by chance the way to this place, hiding in the cleft which is + its portal. They came, and they were taken by—Those who are now my + people. Then my mother, who was very beautiful, was lifted before him who + rules here and she found favor in his sight and he had built for her this + house, which now is mine. + </p> + <p> + “And in time I was born—but not in this house. Nay—in a secret + place of light where, too, are born my people.” + </p> + <p> + She was silent. I shot a glance at Drake. The secret place of light—was + it not that vast vault of mystery, of dancing orbs and flames transmuted + into music into which we had peered and for which sacrilege, I had + thought, had been thrust from the City? And did in this lie the + explanation of her strangeness? Had she there sucked in with her mother's + milk the enigmatic life of the Metal Hordes, been transformed into half + human changeling, become true kin to them? What else could explain— + </p> + <p> + “My mother showed me Ruszark,” her voice, taking up once more her tale, + checked my thoughts. “Once when I was little she and my father bore me + through the forest and through the hidden way. I looked upon Ruszark—a + great city it is and populous, and a caldron of cruelty and of evil. + </p> + <p> + “Not like me were my father and mother. They longed for their kind and + sought ever for means to regain their place among them. There came a time + when my father, driven by his longing, ventured forth to Ruszark, seeking + friends to help him regain that place—for these who obey me obeyed + not him as they obey me; nor would he have marched them—as I shall—upon + Ruszark if they had obeyed him. + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis caught him. And Cherkis waited, knowing well that my mother would + follow. For Cherkis knew not where to seek her, nor where they had lain + hid, for between his city and here the mountains are great, unscalable, + and the way through them is cunningly hidden; by chance alone did my + mother's mother and those who fled with her discover it: And though they + tortured him, my father would not tell. And after a while forthwith those + who still remained of hers stole out with my mother to find him. They left + me here with Yuruk. And Cherkis caught my mother.” + </p> + <p> + The proud breasts heaved, the eyes shot forth visible flames. + </p> + <p> + “My father was flayed alive and crucified,” she said. “His skin they + nailed to the City's gates. And when Cherkis had had his will with my + mother he threw her to his soldiers for their sport. + </p> + <p> + “All of those who went with them he tortured and slew—and he and his + laughed at their torment. But one there was who escaped and told me—me + who was little more than a budding maid. He called on me to bring + vengeance—and he died. A year passed—and I am not like my + mother and my father—and I forgot—dwelling here in the great + tranquillities, barred from and having no thought for men and their way. + </p> + <p> + “AIE, AIE!” she cried; “woe to me that I could forget! But now I shall + take my vengeance—I, Norhala, will stamp them flat—Cherkis and + his city of Ruszark and everything it holds! I, Norhala, and my servants + shall stamp them into the rock of their valley so that none shall know + that they have been! And would that I could meet their gods with all their + powers that I might break them, too, and stamp them into the rock under + the feet of my servants!” + </p> + <p> + She threw out white arms. + </p> + <p> + Why had Yuruk lied to me? I wondered as I watched her. The Disk had not + slain her mother. Of course! He had lied to play upon our terrors; had + lied to frighten us away. + </p> + <p> + The wailings were rising in a sustained crescendo. One of the slaying + stars slipped over the chamber floor, folded its points and glided out the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Come!” commanded Norhala, and led the way. The second star closed, + followed us. We stepped over the threshold. + </p> + <p> + For one astounded, breathless moment we paused. In front of us reared a + monster—a colossal, headless Sphinx. Like forelegs and paws, a ridge + of pointed cubes, and globes thrust against each side of the canyon walls. + Between them for two hundred feet on high stretched the breast. + </p> + <p> + And this was a shifting, weaving mass of the Metal Things; they formed + into gigantic cuirasses, giant bucklers, corselets of living mail. From + them as they moved—nay, from all the monster—came the + wailings. Like a headless Sphinx it crouched—and as we stood it + surged forward as though it sprang a step to greet us. + </p> + <p> + “HAI!” shouted Norhala, battle buglings ringing through the golden voice. + “HAI! my companies!” + </p> + <p> + Out from the summit of the breast shot a tremendous trunk of cubes and + spinning globes. And like a trunk it nuzzled us, caught us up, swept us to + the crest. An instant I tottered dizzily; was held; stood beside Norhala + upon a little, level twinkling eyed platform; upon her other side swayed + Drake. + </p> + <p> + Now through the monster I felt a throbbing, an eager and impatient pulse. + I turned my head. Still like some huge and grotesque beast the back of the + clustered Things ran for half a mile at least behind, tapering to a dragon + tail that coiled and twisted another full mile toward the Pit. And from + this back uprose and fell immense spiked and fan-shaped ruffs, thickets of + spikes, whipping knouts of bristling tentacles, fanged crests. They thrust + and waved, whipped and fell constantly; and constantly the great tail + lashed and snapped, fantastic, long and living. + </p> + <p> + “HAI!” shouted Norhala once more. From her lifted throat came again the + golden chanting—but now a relentless, ruthless song of slaughter. + </p> + <p> + Up reared the monstrous bulk. Into it ran the dragon tail. Into it poured + the fanged and bristling back. + </p> + <p> + Up, up we were thrust—three hundred feet, four hundred, five + hundred. Over the blue globe of Norhala's house bent a gigantic leg. + Spiderlike out from each side of the monster thrust half a score of + others. + </p> + <p> + Overhead the dawn began to break. Through it with ever increasing speed we + moved, straight to the line of the cliffs behind which lay the city of the + armored men—and Ruth and Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. RUSZARK + </h2> + <p> + Smoothly moved the colossal shape; on it we rode as easily as though + cradled. It did not glide—it strode. + </p> + <p> + The columned legs raised themselves, bending from a thousand joints. The + pedestals of the feet, huge and massive as foundations for sixteen-inch + guns, fell with machinelike precision, stamping gigantically. + </p> + <p> + Under their tread the trees of the forest snapped, were crushed like reeds + beneath the pads of a mastodon. From far below came the sound of their + crashing. The thick forest checked the progress of the Shape less than + tall grass would that of a man. + </p> + <p> + Behind us our trail was marked by deep, black pits in the forest's green, + clean cut and great as the Mark upon the poppied valley. They were the + footprints of the Thing that carried us. + </p> + <p> + The wind streamed and whistled. A flock of the willow warblers arose, + sworled about us with manifold beating of little frightened wings. + Norhala's face softened, her eyes smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Go—foolish little ones,” she cried, and waved her arms. They flew + away, scolding. + </p> + <p> + A lammergeier swooped down on wide funereal wings; it peered at us; darted + away toward the cliffs. + </p> + <p> + “There will be no carrion there for you, black eater of the dead, when I + am through,” I heard Norhala whisper, eyes again somber. + </p> + <p> + Steadily grew the dawn light; from Norhala's lips came again the chanting. + And now that paean, the reckless pulse of the monster we rode, began to + creep through my own veins. Into Drake's too, I knew, for his head was + held high and his eyes were clear and bright as hers who sang. + </p> + <p> + The jubilant pulse streamed through the hands that held us, throbbed + through us. The pulse of the Thing—sang! + </p> + <p> + Closer and closer grew the cliffs. Down and crashing down fell the trees, + the noise of their fall accompanying the battle chant of the Valkyr beside + me like wild harp chords of storm-lashed surf. Up to the precipices the + forest rolled, unbroken. Now the cliffs loomed overhead. The dawn had + passed. It was full day. + </p> + <p> + Cutting up through the towering granite scarps was a rift. In it the black + shadows clustered thickly. Straight toward that cleft we sped. As we drew + near, the crest of the Shape began swiftly to lower. Down we sank and down—a + hundred feet, two hundred; now we were two score yards above the tree + tops. + </p> + <p> + Out shot a neck, a tremendous serpent body. Crested it was with pyramids; + crested with them, too, was its immense head. Thickly the head bristled + with them, poised motionless upon spinning globes as huge as they. For + hundreds of feet that incredible neck stretched ahead of us and for twice + as far behind a monstrous, lizard-shaped body writhed. + </p> + <p> + We rode now upon a serpent, a glittering blue metal dragon, spiked and + knobbed and scaled. It was the weird steed of Norhala flattening, + thrusting out to pierce the rift. + </p> + <p> + And still as when it had reared on high beat through it the wild, + triumphant, questing pulse. Still rang out Norhala's chanting. + </p> + <p> + The trees parted and fell upon each side of us as though we were some + monster of the sea and they the waves we cleft. + </p> + <p> + The rift enclosed us. Lower we dropped; were not more than fifty feet + above its floor. The Thing upon which we rode was a torrent roaring + through it. + </p> + <p> + A deeper blackness enclosed us—a tunneling. + </p> + <p> + Through that we flowed. Out of it we darted into a widening filled with + wan light drifting down through a pinnacle fanged mouth miles on high. + Again the cleft shrunk. A thousand feet ahead was a crack, a narrowing of + the cleft so small that hardly could a man pass through it. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly the metal dragon halted. + </p> + <p> + Norhala's chanting changed; became again the arrogant clarioning. And + close below us the huge neck split. It came to me then that it was as + though Norhala were the overspirit of this chimera—as though it + caught and understood and obeyed each quick thought of hers. + </p> + <p> + As though, indeed, she was a PART of it—as IT was in reality a part + of that infinitely greater Thing, crouching there in its lair of the Pit—the + Metal Monster that had lent this living part of itself to her for a steed, + a champion. Little time had I to consider such matters. + </p> + <p> + Up thrust the Shape before us. Into it raced and spun Things angled, + Things curved and Things squared. It gathered itself into a Titanic pillar + out of which, instantly, thrust scores of arms. + </p> + <p> + Over them great globes raced; after these flew other scores of huge + pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, the mass of them twenty and + thirty. The manifold arms grew rigid. Quiet for a moment, a Titanic metal + Briareous, it stood. + </p> + <p> + Then at the tips of the arms the globes began to spin—faster, + faster. Upon them I saw the hosts of the pyramids open—as one into a + host of stars. The cleft leaped out in a flood of violet light. + </p> + <p> + Now for another instant the stars which had been motionless, poised upon + the whirling spheres, joined in their mad spinning. Cyclopean pin wheels + they turned; again as one they ceased. More brilliant now was their light, + dazzling; as though in their whirling they had gathered greater force. + </p> + <p> + Under me I felt the split Thing quiver with eagerness. + </p> + <p> + From the stars came a hurricane of lightning! A cataract of electric flame + poured into the crack, splashed and guttered down the granite walls. We + were blinded by it; were deafened with thunders. + </p> + <p> + The face of the precipice smoked and split; was whirled away in clouds of + dust. + </p> + <p> + The crack widened—widened as a gulley in a sand bank does when a + swift stream rushes through it. Lightnings these were—and more than + lightnings; lightnings keyed up to an invincible annihilating weapon that + could rend and split and crumble to atoms the living granite. + </p> + <p> + Steadily the cleft expanded. As its walls melted away the Blasting Thing + advanced, spurting into it the flaming torrents. Behind it we crept. The + dust of the shattered rocks swirled up toward us like angry ghosts—before + they reached us they were blown away as though by strong winds streaming + from beneath us. + </p> + <p> + On we went, blinded, deafened. Interminably, it seemed, poured forth the + hurricane of blue fire; interminably the thunder bellowed. + </p> + <p> + There came a louder clamor—volcanic, chaotic, dulling the thunders. + The sides of the cleft quivered, bent outward. They split; crashed down. + Bright daylight poured in upon us, a flood of light toward which the + billows of dust rushed as though seeking escape; out it poured like the + smoke of ten thousand cannon. + </p> + <p> + And the Blasting Thing shook—as though with laughter! + </p> + <p> + The stars closed. Back into the Shape ran globe and pyramid. It slid + toward us—joined the body from which it had broken away. Through all + the mass ran a wave of jubilation, a pulse of mirth—a colossal, + metallic—SILENT—roar of laughter. + </p> + <p> + We glided forward—out of the cleft. I felt a shifting movement. + </p> + <p> + Up and up we were thrust. Dazed I looked behind me. In the face of a sky + climbing wall of rock, smoked a wide chasm. Out of it the billowing clouds + of dust still streamed, pursuing, threatening us. The whole granite + barrier seemed to quiver with agony. Higher we rose and higher. + </p> + <p> + “Look,” whispered Drake, and whirled me around. + </p> + <p> + Less than five miles away was Ruszark, the City of Cherkis. And it was + like some ancient city come into life out of long dead centuries. A page + restored from once conquering Persia's crumbled book. A city of the + Chosroes transported by Jinns into our own time. + </p> + <p> + Built around and upon a low mount, it stood within a valley but little + larger than the Pit. The plain was level, as though once it had been the + floor of some primeval lake; the hill of the City was its only elevation. + </p> + <p> + Beyond, I caught the glinting of a narrow stream, meandering. The valley + was ringed with precipitous cliffs falling sheer to its floor. + </p> + <p> + Slowly we advanced. + </p> + <p> + The city was almost square, guarded by double walls of hewn stone. The + first raised itself a hundred feet on high, turreted and parapeted and + pierced with gates. Perhaps a quarter of a mile behind it the second + fortification thrust up. + </p> + <p> + The city itself I estimated covered about ten square miles. It ran upward + in broad terraces. It was very fair, decked with blossoming gardens and + green groves. Among the clustering granite houses, red and yellow roofed, + thrust skyward tall spires and towers. Upon the mount's top was a broad, + flat plaza on which were great buildings, marble white and golden roofed; + temples I thought, or palaces, or both. + </p> + <p> + Running to the city out of the grain fields and steads that surrounded it, + were scores of little figures, rat-like. Here and there among them I + glimpsed horsemen, arms and armor glittering. All were racing to the gates + and the shelter of the battlements. + </p> + <p> + Nearer we drew. From the walls came now a faint sound of gongs, of drums, + of shrill, flutelike pipings. Upon them I could see hosts gathering; hosts + of swarming little figures whose bodies glistened, from above whom came + gleamings—the light striking upon their helms, their spear and + javelin tips. + </p> + <p> + “Ruszark!” breathed Norhala, eyes wide, red lips cruelly smiling. “Lo—I + am before your gates. Lo—I am here—and was there ever joy like + this!” + </p> + <p> + The constellations in her eyes blazed. Beautiful, beautiful was Norhala—as + Isis punishing Typhon for the murder of Osiris; as avenging Diana; shining + from her something of the spirit of all wrathful Goddesses. + </p> + <p> + The flaming hair whirled and snapped. From all her sweet body came + white-hot furious force, a withering perfume of destruction. She pressed + against me, and I trembled at the contact. + </p> + <p> + Lawless, wild imaginings ran through me. Life, human life, dwindled. The + City seemed but a thing of toys. + </p> + <p> + On—let us crush it! On—on! + </p> + <p> + Again the monster shook beneath us. Faster we moved. Louder grew the + clangor of the drums, the gongs, the pipes. Nearer came the walls; and + ever more crowded with the swarming human ants that manned them. + </p> + <p> + We were close upon the heels of the last fleeing stragglers. The Thing + slackened in its stride; waited patiently until they were close to the + gates. Before they could reach them I heard the brazen clanging of their + valves. Those shut out beat frenziedly upon them; dragged themselves close + to the base of the battlements, cowered there or crept along them seeking + some hole in which to hide. + </p> + <p> + With a slow lowering of its height the Thing advanced. Now its form was + that of a spindle a full mile in length on whose bulging center we three + stood. + </p> + <p> + A hundred feet from the outer wall we halted. We looked down upon it not + more than fifty feet above its broad top. Hundreds of the soldiers were + crouching behind the parapets, companies of archers with great bows + poised, arrows at their cheeks, scores of leather jerkined men with stands + of javelins at their right hands, spearsmen and men with long, thonged + slings. + </p> + <p> + Set at intervals were squat, powerful engines of wood and metal beside + which were heaps of huge, rounded boulders. Catapults I knew them to be + and around each swarmed a knot of soldiers, fixing the great stones in + place, drawing back the thick ropes that, loosened, would hurl forth the + projectiles. From each side came other men, dragging more of these + balisters; assembling a battery against the prodigious, gleaming monster + that menaced their city. + </p> + <p> + Between outer wall and inner battlements galloped squadrons of mounted + men. Upon this inner wall the soldiers clustered as thickly as on the + outer, preparing as actively for its defense. + </p> + <p> + The city seethed. Up from it arose a humming, a buzzing, as of some + immense angry hive. + </p> + <p> + Involuntarily I visualized the spectacle we must present to those who + looked upon us—this huge incredible Shape of metal alive with + quicksilver shifting. This—as it must have seemed to them—hellish + mechanism of war captained by a sorceress and two familiars in form of + men. There came to me dreadful visions of such a monster looking down upon + the peace-reared battlements of New York—the panic rush of thousands + away from it. + </p> + <p> + There was a blaring of trumpets. Up on the parapet leaped a man clad all + in gleaming red armor. From head to feet the close linked scales covered + him. Within a hood shaped somewhat like the tight-fitting head coverings + of the Crusaders a pallid, cruel face looked out upon us; in the fierce + black eyes was no trace of fear. + </p> + <p> + Evil as Norhala had said these people of Ruszark were, wicked and cruel—they + were no cowards, no! + </p> + <p> + The red armored man threw up a hand. + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” he shouted. “Who are you three, you three who come driving + down upon Ruszark through the rocks? We have no quarrel with you?” + </p> + <p> + “I seek a man and a maid,” cried Norhala. “A maid and a sick man your + thieves took from me. Bring him forth!” + </p> + <p> + “Seek elsewhere for them then,” he answered. “They are not here. Turn now + and seek elsewhere. Go quickly, lest I loose our might upon you and you go + never.” + </p> + <p> + Mockingly rang her laughter—and under its lash the black eyes grew + fiercer, the cruelty on the white face darkened. + </p> + <p> + “Little man whose words are so big! Fly who thunders! What are you called, + little man?” + </p> + <p> + Her raillery bit deep—but its menace passed unheeded in the rage it + called forth. + </p> + <p> + “I am Kulun,” shouted the man in scarlet armor. “Kulun, the son of Cherkis + the Mighty, and captain of his hosts. Kulun—who will cast your skin + under my mares in stall for them to trample and thrust your red flayed + body upon a pole in the grain fields to frighten away the crows! Does that + answer you?” + </p> + <p> + Her laughter ceased; her eyes dwelt upon him—filled with an infernal + joy. + </p> + <p> + “The son of Cherkis!” I heard her murmur. “He has a son—” + </p> + <p> + There was a sneer on the cruel face; clearly he thought her awed. Quick + was his disillusionment. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Kulun,” she cried. “I am Norhala—daughter of another + Norhala and of Rustum, whom Cherkis tortured and slew. Now go, you lying + spawn of unclean toads—go and tell your father that I, Norhala, am + at his gates. And bring back with you the maid and the man. Go, I say!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. CHERKIS + </h2> + <p> + There was stark amazement on Kulun's face; and fear now enough. He dropped + from the parapet among his men. There came one loud trumpet blast. + </p> + <p> + Out from the battlements poured a storm of arrows, a cloud of javelins. + The squat catapults leaped forward. From them came a hail of boulders. + Before that onrushing tempest of death I flinched. + </p> + <p> + I heard Norhala's golden laughter and before they could reach us arrow and + javelin and boulder were checked as though myriads of hands reached out + from the Thing under us and caught them. Down they dropped. + </p> + <p> + Forth from the great spindle shot a gigantic arm, hammer tipped with + cubes. It struck the wall close to where the scarlet armored Kulun had + vanished. + </p> + <p> + Under its blow the stones crumbled. With the fragments fell the soldiers; + were buried beneath them. + </p> + <p> + A hundred feet in width a breach gaped in the battlements. Out shot the + arm again; hooked its hammer tip over the parapet, tore away a stretch of + the breastwork as though it had been cardboard. Beside the breach an + expanse of the broad flat top lay open like a wide platform. + </p> + <p> + The arm withdrew, and out from the whole length of the spindle thrust + other arms, hammer tipped, held high aloft, menacing. + </p> + <p> + From all the length of the wall arose panic outcry. Abruptly the storm of + arrows ended; the catapults were still. Again the trumpets sounded; the + crying ceased. Down fell a silence, terrified, stifling. + </p> + <p> + Kulun stepped forth again, both hands held high. Gone was his arrogance. + </p> + <p> + “A parley,” he shouted. “A parley, Norhala. If we give you the maid and + man, will you go?” + </p> + <p> + “Go get them,” she answered. “And take with you this my command to Cherkis—that + HE return with the two!” + </p> + <p> + For an instant Kulun hesitated. Up thrust the dreadful arms, poised + themselves to strike. + </p> + <p> + “It shall be so,” he shouted. “I carry your command.” + </p> + <p> + He leaped back, his red mail flashed toward a turret that held, I + supposed, a stairway. He was lost to sight. In silence we waited. + </p> + <p> + On the further side of the city I glimpsed movement. Little troops of + mounted men, pony drawn wains, knots of running figures were fleeing from + the city through the opposite gates. + </p> + <p> + Norhala saw them too. With that incomprehensible, instant obedience to her + unspoken thought a mass of the Metal Things separated from us; whirled up + into a dozen of those obelisked forms I had seen march from the cat eyes + of the City of the Pit. + </p> + <p> + In but a breath, it seemed, their columns were far off, herding back the + fugitives. + </p> + <p> + They did not touch them, did not offer to harm—only, grotesquely, + like dogs heading off and corraling frightened sheep, they circled and + darted. Rushing back came those they herded. + </p> + <p> + From the watching terraces and walls arose shrill cries of terror, a + wailing. Far away the obelisks met, pirouetted, melted into one thick + column. Towering, motionless as we, it stood, guarding the further gates. + </p> + <p> + There was a stir upon the wall, a flashing of spears, of drawn blades. Two + litters closed with curtainings, surrounded by triple rows of swordsmen + fully armored, carrying small shields and led by Kulun were being borne to + the torn battlement. + </p> + <p> + Their bearers stopped well within the platform and gently lowered their + burdens. The leader of those around the second litter drew aside its + covering, spoke. + </p> + <p> + Out stepped Ruth and after her—Ventnor! + </p> + <p> + “Martin!” I could not keep back the cry; heard mingled with it Drake's own + cry to Ruth. Ventnor raised his hand in greeting; I thought he smiled. + </p> + <p> + The cubes on which we stood shot forward; stopped within fifty feet of + them. Instantly the guard of swordsmen raised their blades, held them over + the pair as though waiting the signal to strike. + </p> + <p> + And now I saw that Ruth was not clad as she had been when we had left her. + She stood in scanty kirtle that came scarcely to her knees, her shoulders + were bare, her curly brown hair unbound and tangled. Her face was set with + wrath hardly less than that which beat from Norhala. On Ventnor's forehead + was a blood red scar, a line that ran from temple to temple like a brand. + </p> + <p> + The curtains of the first litter quivered; behind them someone spoke. That + in which Ruth and Ventnor had ridden was drawn swiftly away. The knot of + swordsmen drew back. + </p> + <p> + Into their places sprang and knelt a dozen archers. They ringed in the + two, bows drawn taut, arrows in place and pointing straight to their + hearts. + </p> + <p> + Out of the litter rolled a giant of a man. Seven feet he must have been in + height; over the huge shoulders, the barreled chest and the bloated + abdomen hung a purple cloak glittering with gems; through the thick and + grizzled hair passed a flashing circlet of jewels. + </p> + <p> + The scarlet armored Kulun beside him, swordsmen guarding them, he walked + to the verge of the torn gap in the wall. He peered down it, glancing + imperturbably at the upraised, hammer-banded arms still threatening; + examined again the breach. Then still with Kulun he strode over to the + very edge of the broken battlement and stood, head thrust a little + forward, studying us in silence. + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis!” whispered Norhala—the whisper was a hymn to Nemesis. I + felt her body quiver from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + A wave of hatred, a hot desire to kill, passed through me as I scanned the + face staring at us. It was a great gross mask of evil, of cold cruelty and + callous lusts. Unwinking, icily malignant, black slits of eyes glared at + us between pouches that held them half closed. Heavy jowls hung pendulous, + dragging down the corners of the thick lipped, brutal mouth into a deep + graven, unchanging sneer. + </p> + <p> + As he gazed at Norhala a flicker of lust shot like a licking tongue + through his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Yet from him pulsed power; sinister, instinct with evil, concentrate with + cruelty—but power indomitable. Such was Cherkis, descendant perhaps + of that Xerxes the Conqueror who three millenniums gone ruled most of the + known world. + </p> + <p> + It was Norhala who broke the silence. + </p> + <p> + “Tcherak! Greeting—Cherkis!” There was merciless mirth in the + buglings of her voice. “Lo, I did but knock so gently at your gates and + you hastened to welcome me. Greetings—gross swine, spittle of the + toads, fat slug beneath my sandals.” + </p> + <p> + He passed the insults by, unmoved—although I heard a murmuring go up + from those near and Kulun's hard eyes blazed. + </p> + <p> + “We will bargain, Norhala,” he answered calmly; the voice was deep, filled + with sinister strength. + </p> + <p> + “Bargain?” she laughed. “What have you with which to bargain, Cherkis? + Does the rat bargain with the tigress? And you, toad, have nothing.” + </p> + <p> + He shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I have these,” he waved a hand toward Ruth and her brother. “Me you may + slay—and mayhap many of mine. But before you can move my archers + will feather their hearts.” + </p> + <p> + She considered him, no longer mocking. + </p> + <p> + “Two of mine you slew long since, Cherkis,” she said, slowly. “Therefore + it is I am here.” + </p> + <p> + “I know,” he nodded heavily. “Yet now that is neither here nor there, + Norhala. It was long since, and I have learned much during the years. I + would have killed you too, Norhala, could I have found you. But now I + would not do as then—quite differently would I do, Norhala; for I + have learned much. I am sorry that those that you loved died as they did. + I am in truth sorry!” + </p> + <p> + There was a curious lurking sardonicism in the words, an undertone of + mockery. Was what he really meant that in those years he had learned to + inflict greater agonies, more exquisite tortures? If so, Norhala + apparently did not sense that interpretation. Indeed, she seemed to be + interested, her wrath abating. + </p> + <p> + “No,” the hoarse voice rumbled dispassionately. “None of that is important—now. + YOU would have this man and girl. I hold them. They die if you stir a + hand's breadth toward me. If they die, I prevail against you—for I + have cheated you of what you desire. I win, Norhala, even though you slay + me. That is all that is now important.” + </p> + <p> + There was doubt upon Norhala's face and I caught a quick gleam of + contemptuous triumph glint through the depths of the evil eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Empty will be your victory over me, Norhala,” he said; then waited. + </p> + <p> + “What is your bargain?” she spoke hesitatingly; with a sinking of my heart + I heard the doubt tremble in her throat. + </p> + <p> + “If you will go without further knocking upon my gates”—there was a + satiric grimness in the phrase—“go when you have been given them, + and pledge yourself never to return—you shall have them. If you will + not, then they die.” + </p> + <p> + “But what security, what hostages, do you ask?” Her eyes were troubled. “I + cannot swear by your gods, Cherkis, for they are not my gods—in + truth I, Norhala, have no gods. Why should I not say yes and take the two, + then fall upon you and destroy—as you would do in my place, old + wolf?” + </p> + <p> + “Norhala,” he answered, “I ask nothing but your word. Do I not know those + who bore you and the line from which they sprung? Was not always the word + they gave kept till death—unbroken, inviolable? No need for vows to + gods between you and me. Your word is holier than they—O glorious + daughter of kings, princess royal!” + </p> + <p> + The great voice was harshly caressing; not obsequious, but as though he + gave her as an equal her rightful honor. Her face softened; she considered + him from eyes far less hostile. + </p> + <p> + A wholesome respect for this gross tyrant's mentality came to me; it did + not temper, it heightened, the hatred I felt for him. But now I recognized + the subtlety of his attack; realized that unerringly he had taken the only + means by which he could have gained a hearing; have temporized. Could he + win her with his guile? + </p> + <p> + “Is it not true?” There was a leonine purring in the question. + </p> + <p> + “It IS true!” she answered proudly. “Though why YOU should dwell upon + this, Cherkis, whose word is steadfast as the running stream and whose + promises are as lasting as its bubbles—why YOU should dwell on this + I do not know.” + </p> + <p> + “I have changed greatly, Princess, in the years since my great wickedness; + I have learned much. He who speaks to you now is not he you were taught—and + taught justly then—to hate.” + </p> + <p> + “You may speak truth! Certainly you are not as I have pictured you.” It + was as though she were more than half convinced. “In this at least you do + speak truth—that IF I promise I will go and molest you no more.” + </p> + <p> + “Why go at all, Princess?” Quietly he asked the amazing question—then + drew himself to his full height, threw wide his arms. + </p> + <p> + “Princess?” the great voice rumbled forth. “Nay—Queen! Why leave us + again—Norhala the Queen? Are we not of your people? Am I not of your + kin? Join your power with ours. What that war engine you ride may be, how + built, I know not. But this I do know—that with our strengths joined + we two can go forth from where I have dwelt so long, go forth into the + forgotten world, eat its cities and rule. + </p> + <p> + “You shall teach our people to make these engines, Norhala, and we will + make many of them. Queen Norhala—you shall wed my son Kulun, he who + stands beside me. And while I live you shall rule with me, rule equally. + And when I die you and Kulun shall rule. + </p> + <p> + “Thus shall our two royal lines be made one, the old feud wiped out, the + long score be settled. Queen—wherever it is you dwell it comes to me + that you have few men. Queen—you need men, many men and strong to + follow you, men to gather the harvests of your power, men to bring to you + the fruit of your smallest wish—young men and vigorous to amuse you. + </p> + <p> + “Let the past be forgotten—I too have wrongs to forget, O Queen. + Come to us, Great One, with your power and your beauty. Teach us. Lead us. + Return, and throned above your people rule the world!” + </p> + <p> + He ceased. Over the battlements, over the city, dropped a vast expectant + silence—as though the city knew its fate was hanging upon the + balance. + </p> + <p> + “No! No!” It was Ruth crying. “Do not trust him, Norhala! It's a trap! He + shamed me—he tortured—” + </p> + <p> + Cherkis half turned; before he swung about I saw a hell shadow darken his + face. Ventnor's hand thrust out, covered Ruth's mouth, choking her crying. + </p> + <p> + “Your son”—Norhala spoke swiftly; and back flashed the cruel face of + Cherkis, devouring her with his eyes. “Your son—and Queenship here—and + Empire of the World.” Her voice was rapt, thrilled. “All this you offer? + Me—Norhala?” + </p> + <p> + “This and more!” The huge bulk of his body quivered with eagerness. “If it + be your wish, O Queen, I, Cherkis, will step down from the throne for you + and sit beneath your right hand, eager to do your bidding.” + </p> + <p> + A moment she studied him. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala,” I whispered, “do not do this thing. He thinks to gain your + secrets.” + </p> + <p> + “Let my bridegroom stand forth that I may look upon him,” called Norhala. + </p> + <p> + Visibly Cherkis relaxed, as though a strain had been withdrawn. Between + him and his crimson-clad son flashed a glance; it was as though a + triumphant devil sped from them into each other's eyes. + </p> + <p> + I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms. Up from the wall rose a jubilant + shouting, was caught by the inner battlements, passed on to the crowded + terraces. + </p> + <p> + “Take Kulun,” it was Drake, pistol drawn and whispering across to me. + “I'll handle Cherkis. And shoot straight.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. THE VENGEANCE OF NORHALA + </h2> + <p> + Norhala's hand that had gone from my wrist dropped down again; the other + fell upon Drake's. + </p> + <p> + Kulun loosed his hood, let it fall about his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + He stepped forward, held out his arms to Norhala. + </p> + <p> + “A strong man!” she cried approvingly. “Hail—my bridegroom! But stay—stand + back a moment. Stand beside that man for whom I came to Ruszark. I would + see you together!” + </p> + <p> + Kulun's face darkened. But Cherkis smiled with evil understanding, + shrugged his shoulders and whispered to him. Sullenly Kulun stepped back. + The ring of the archers lowered their bows; they leaped to their feet and + stood aside to let him pass. + </p> + <p> + Quick as a serpent's tongue a pyramid tipped tentacle flicked out beneath + us. It darted through the broken circle of the bowmen. + </p> + <p> + It LICKED up Ruth and Ventnor and—Kulun! + </p> + <p> + Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and dropped those two I + loved at Norhala's feet. + </p> + <p> + It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of Cherkis's son sprawled + along its angled end. + </p> + <p> + The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither. + </p> + <p> + Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror. + </p> + <p> + Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter. + </p> + <p> + “Tchai!” she cried. “Tchai! Fat fool there. Tchai—you Cherkis! Toad + whose wits have sickened with your years! + </p> + <p> + “Did you think to catch me, Norhala, in your filthy web? Princess! Queen! + Empress of Earth! Ho—old fox I have outplayed and beaten, what now + have you to trade with Norhala?” + </p> + <p> + Mouth sagging open, eyes glaring, the tyrant slowly raised his arms—a + suppliant. + </p> + <p> + “You would have back the bridegroom you gave me?” she laughed. “Take him, + then.” + </p> + <p> + Down swept the metal arm that held Kulun. The arm dropped Cherkis's son at + Cherkis's feet; and as though Kulun had been a grape—it crushed him! + </p> + <p> + Before those who had seen could stir from their stupor the tentacle + hovered over Cherkis, glaring down at the horror that had been his son. + </p> + <p> + It did not strike him—it drew him up to it as a magnet draws a pin. + </p> + <p> + And as the pin swings from the magnet when held suspended by the head, so + swung the great body of Cherkis from the under side of the pyramid that + held him. Hanging so he was carried toward us, came to a stop not ten feet + from us— + </p> + <p> + Weird, weird beyond all telling was that scene—and would I had the + power to make you who read see it as we did. + </p> + <p> + The animate, living Shape of metal on which we stood, with its forest of + hammer-handed arms raised menacingly along its mile of spindled length; + the great walls glistening with the armored hosts; the terraces of that + fair and ancient city, their gardens and green groves and clustering red + and yellow-roofed houses and temples and palaces; the swinging gross body + of Cherkis in the clutch of the unseen grip of the tentacle, his grizzled + hair touching the side of the pyramid that held him, his arms half + outstretched, the gemmed cloak flapping like the wings of a jeweled bat, + his white, malignant face in which the evil eyes were burning slits + flaming hell's own blackest hatred; and beyond the city, from which pulsed + almost visibly a vast and hopeless horror, the watching column—and + over all this the palely radiant white sky under whose light the + encircling cliffs were tremendous stony palettes splashed with a hundred + pigments. + </p> + <p> + Norhala's laughter had ceased. Somberly she looked upon Cherkis, into the + devil fires of his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Cherkis!” she half whispered. “Now comes the end for you—and for + all that is yours! But until the end's end you shall see.” + </p> + <p> + The hanging body was thrust forward; was thrust up; was brought down upon + its feet on the upper plane of the prostrate pyramid tipping the metal arm + that held him. For an instant he struggled to escape; I think he meant to + hurl himself down upon Norhala, to kill her before he himself was slain. + </p> + <p> + If so, after one frenzied effort he realized the futility, for with a + certain dignity he drew himself upright, turned his eyes toward the city. + </p> + <p> + Over that city a dreadful silence hung. It was as though it cowered, hid + its face, was afraid to breathe. + </p> + <p> + “The end!” murmured Norhala. + </p> + <p> + There was a quick trembling through the Metal Thing. Down swung its forest + of sledges. Beneath the blow down fell the smitten walls, shattered, + crumbling, and with it glittering like shining flies in a dust storm fell + the armored men. + </p> + <p> + Through that mile-wide breach and up to the inner barrier I glimpsed + confusion chaotic. And again I say it—they were no cowards, those + men of Cherkis. From the inner battlements flew clouds of arrows, of huge + stones—as uselessly as before. + </p> + <p> + Then out from the opened gates poured regiments of horsemen, brandishing + javelins and great maces, and shouting fiercely as they drove down upon + each end of the Metal Shape. Under cover of their attack I saw cloaked + riders spurring their ponies across the plain to shelter of the cliff + walls, to the chance of hiding places within them. Women and men of the + rich, the powerful, flying for safety; after them ran and scattered + through the fields of grain a multitude on foot. + </p> + <p> + The ends of the spindle drew back before the horsemen's charge, broadening + as they went—like the heads of monstrous cobras withdrawing into + their hoods. Abruptly, with a lightning velocity, these broadenings + expanded into immense lunettes, two tremendous curving and crablike claws. + Their tips flung themselves past the racing troops; then like gigantic + pincers began to contract. + </p> + <p> + Of no avail now was it for the horsemen to halt dragging their mounts on + their haunches, or to turn to fly. The ends of the lunettes had met, the + pincer tips had closed. The mounted men were trapped within half-mile-wide + circles. And in upon man and horse their living walls marched. Within + those enclosures of the doomed began a frantic milling—I shut my + eyes— + </p> + <p> + There was a dreadful screaming of horses, a shrieking of men. Then + silence. + </p> + <p> + Shuddering, I looked. Where the mounted men had been was—nothing. + </p> + <p> + Nothing? There were two great circular spaces whose floors were + glistening, wetly red. Fragments of man or horse—there was none. + They had been crushed into—what was it Norhala had promised—had + been stamped into the rock beneath the feet of her—servants. + </p> + <p> + Sick, I looked away and stared at a Thing that writhed and undulated over + the plain; a prodigious serpentine Shape of cubes and spheres linked and + studded thick with the spikes of the pyramid. Through the fields, over the + plain its coils flashed. + </p> + <p> + Playfully it sped and twisted among the fugitives, crushing them, tossing + them aside broken, gliding over them. Some there were who hurled + themselves upon it in impotent despair, some who knelt before it, praying. + On rolled the metal convolutions, inexorable. + </p> + <p> + Within my vision's range there were no more fugitives. Around a corner of + the broken battlements raced the serpent Shape. Where it had writhed was + now no waving grain, no trees, no green thing. There was only smooth rock + upon which here and there red smears glistened wetly. + </p> + <p> + Afar there was a crying, in its wake a rumbling. It was the column, it + came to me, at work upon the further battlements. As though the sound had + been a signal the spindle trembled; up we were thrust another hundred feet + or more. Back dropped the host of brandished arms, threaded themselves + into the parent bulk. + </p> + <p> + Right and left of us the spindle split into scores of fissures. Between + these fissures the Metal Things that made up each now dissociate and + shapeless mass geysered; block and sphere and tetrahedron spike spun and + swirled. There was an instant of formlessness. + </p> + <p> + Then right and left of us stood scores of giant, grotesque warriors. Their + crests were fully fifty feet below our living platform. They stood upon + six immense, columnar stilts. These sextuple legs supported a hundred feet + above their bases a huge and globular body formed of clusters of the + spheres. Out from each of these bodies that were at one and the same time + trunks and heads, sprang half a score of colossal arms shaped like flails; + like spike-studded girders, Titanic battle maces, Cyclopean sledges. + </p> + <p> + From legs and trunks and arms the tiny eyes of the Metal Hordes flashed, + exulting. + </p> + <p> + There came from them, from the Thing we rode as well, a chorus of thin and + eager wailings and pulsed through all that battle-line, a jubilant + throbbing. + </p> + <p> + Then with a rhythmic, JOCUND stride they leaped upon the city. + </p> + <p> + Under the mallets of the smiting arms the inner battlements fell as under + the hammers of a thousand metal Thors. Over their fragments and the + armored men who fell with them strode the Things, grinding stone and man + together as we passed. + </p> + <p> + All of the terraced city except the side hidden by the mount lay open to + my gaze. In that brief moment of pause I saw crazed crowds battling in + narrow streets, trampling over mounds of the fallen, surging over + barricades of bodies, clawing and tearing at each other in their flight. + </p> + <p> + There was a wide, stepped street of gleaming white stone that climbed like + an immense stairway straight up the slope to that broad plaza at the top + where clustered the great temples and palaces—the Acropolis of the + city. Into it the streets of the terraces flowed, each pouring out upon it + a living torrent, tumultuous with tuliped, sparkling little waves, the gay + coverings and the arms and armor of Ruszark's desperate thousands seeking + safety at the shrines of their gods. + </p> + <p> + Here great carven arches arose; there slender, exquisite towers capped + with red gold—there was a street of colossal statues, another over + which dozens of graceful, fretted bridges threw their spans from feathery + billows of flowering trees; there were gardens gay with blossoms in which + fountains sparkled, green groves; thousands upon thousands of bright + multicolored pennants, banners, fluttered. + </p> + <p> + A fair, a lovely city was Cherkis's stronghold of Ruszark. + </p> + <p> + Its beauty filled the eyes; out from it streamed the fragrance of its + gardens—the voice of its agony was that of the souls in Dis. + </p> + <p> + The row of destroying shapes lengthened, each huge warrior of metal + drawing far apart from its mates. They flexed their manifold arms, shadow + boxed—grotesquely, dreadfully. + </p> + <p> + Down struck the flails, the sledges. Beneath the blows the buildings burst + like eggshells, their fragments burying the throngs fighting for escape in + the thoroughfares that threaded them. Over their ruins we moved. + </p> + <p> + Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges. And ever under them the city + crumbled. + </p> + <p> + There was a spider Shape that crawled up the wide stairway hammering into + the stone those who tried to flee before it. + </p> + <p> + Stride by stride the Destroying Things ate up the city. + </p> + <p> + I felt neither wrath nor pity. Through me beat a jubilant roaring pulse—as + though I were a shouting corpuscle of the rushing hurricane, as though I + were one of the hosts of smiting spirits of the bellowing typhoon. + </p> + <p> + Through this stole another thought—vague, unfamiliar, yet seemingly + of truth's own essence. Why, I wondered, had I never recognized this + before? Why had I never known that these green forms called trees were but + ugly, unsymmetrical excrescences? That these high projections of towers, + these buildings were deformities? + </p> + <p> + That these four-pronged, moving little shapes that screamed and ran were—hideous? + </p> + <p> + They must be wiped out! All this misshapen, jumbled, inharmonious ugliness + must be wiped out! It must be ground down to smooth unbroken planes, + harmonious curvings, shapeliness—harmonies of arc and line and + angle! + </p> + <p> + Something deep within me fought to speak—fought to tell me that this + thought was not human thought, not my thought—that it was the + reflected thought of the Metal Things! + </p> + <p> + It told me—and fiercely it struggled to make me realize what it was + that it told. Its insistence was borne upon little despairing, rhythmic + beatings—throbbings that were like the muffled sobbings of the drums + of grief. Louder, closer came the throbbing; clearer with it my perception + of the inhumanness of my thought. + </p> + <p> + The drum beat tapped at my humanity, became a dolorous knocking at my + heart. + </p> + <p> + It was the sobbing of Cherkis! + </p> + <p> + The gross face was shrunken, the cheeks sagging in folds of woe; cruelty + and wickedness were wiped from it; the evil in the eyes had been washed + out by tears. Eyes streaming, bull throat and barrel chest racked by his + sobbing, he watched the passing of his people and his city. + </p> + <p> + And relentlessly, coldly, Norhala watched him—as though loath to + lose the faintest shadow of his agony. + </p> + <p> + Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount. Packed between us and the + immense white structures that crowned it were thousands of the people. + They fell on their knees before us, prayed to us. They tore at each other, + striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was themselves. They + beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries; they climbed the + pillars; they swarmed over the golden roofs. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment of chaos—a chaos of which we were the heart. Then + temple and palace cracked, burst; were shattered; fell. I caught glimpses + of gleaming sculptures, glitterings of gold and of silver, flashing of + gems, shimmering of gorgeous draperies—under them a weltering of men + and women. + </p> + <p> + We closed down upon them—over them! + </p> + <p> + The dreadful sobbing ceased. I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily upon + a shoulder; the eyes closed. + </p> + <p> + The Destroying Things touched. Their flailing arms coiled back, withdrew + into their bodies. They joined, forming for an instant a tremendous hollow + pillar far down in whose center we stood. They parted; shifted in shape? + rolled down the mount over the ruins like a widening wave—crushing + into the stone all over which they passed. + </p> + <p> + Afar away I saw the gleaming serpent still at play—still writhing + along, still obliterating the few score scattered fugitives that some way, + somehow, had slipped by the Destroying Things. + </p> + <p> + We halted. For one long moment Norhala looked upon the drooping body of + him upon whom she had let fall this mighty vengeance. + </p> + <p> + Then the metal arm that held Cherkis whirled. Thrown from it, the cloaked + form flew like a great blue bat. It fell upon the flattened mound that had + once been the proud crown of his city. A blue blot upon desolation the + broken body of Cherkis lay. + </p> + <p> + A black speck appeared high in the sky; grew fast—the lammergeier. + </p> + <p> + “I have left carrion for you—after all!” cried Norhala. + </p> + <p> + With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped beside the blue heap—thrust + in it its beak. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. “THE DRUMS OF DESTINY” + </h2> + <p> + Slowly we descended that mount of desolation; lingeringly, as though the + brooding eyes of Norhala were not yet sated with destruction. Of human + life, of green life, of life of any kind there was none. + </p> + <p> + Man and tree, woman and flower, babe and bud, palace, temple and home—Norhala + had stamped flat. She had crushed them within the rock—even as she + had promised. + </p> + <p> + The tremendous tragedy had absorbed my every faculty; I had had no time to + think of my companions; I had forgotten them. Now in the painful surges of + awakening realization, of full human understanding of that inhuman + annihilation, I turned to them for strength. Faintly I wondered again at + Ruth's scantiness of garb, her more than half nudity; dwelt curiously upon + the red brand across Ventnor's forehead. + </p> + <p> + In his eyes and in Drake's I saw reflected the horror I knew was in my + own. But in the eyes of Ruth was none of this—sternly, coldly + triumphant, indifferent to its piteousness as Norhala herself, she scanned + the waste that less than an hour since had been a place of living beauty. + </p> + <p> + I felt a shock of repulsion. After all, those who had been destroyed so + ruthlessly could not ALL have been wholly evil. Yet mother and blossoming + maid, youth and oldster, all the pageant of humanity within the great + walls were now but lines within the stone. According to their different + lights, it came to me, there had been in Ruszark no greater number of the + wicked than one could find in any great city of our own civilization. + </p> + <p> + From Norhala, of course, I looked for no perception of any of this. But + from Ruth— + </p> + <p> + My reaction grew; the pity long withheld racing through me linked with a + burning anger, a hatred for this woman who had been the directing soul of + that catastrophe. + </p> + <p> + My gaze fell again upon the red brand. I saw that it was a deep + indentation as though a thong had been twisted around Ventnor's head + biting the bone. There was dried blood on the edges, a double ring of + swollen white flesh rimming the cincture. It was the mark of—torture! + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” I cried. “That ring? What did they do to you?” + </p> + <p> + “They waked me with that,” he answered quietly. “I suppose I ought to be + grateful—although their intentions were not exactly—therapeutic—” + </p> + <p> + “They tortured him,” Ruth's voice was tense, bitter; she spoke in Persian—for + Norhala's benefit I thought then, not guessing a deeper reason. “They + tortured him. They gave him agony until he—returned. And they + promised him other agonies that would make him pray long for death. + </p> + <p> + “And me—me”—she raised little clenched hands—“me they + stripped like a slave. They led me through the city and the people mocked + me. They took me before that swine Norhala has punished—and stripped + me before him—like a slave. Before my eyes they tortured my brother. + Norhala—they were evil, all evil! Norhala—you did well to slay + them!” + </p> + <p> + She caught the woman's hands, pressed close to her. Norhala gazed at her + from great gray eyes in which the wrath was dying, into which the old + tranquillity, the old serenity was flowing. And when she spoke the golden + voice held more than returning echoes of the far-away, faint chimings. + </p> + <p> + “It is done,” she said. “And it was well done—sister. Now you and I + shall dwell together in peace—sister. Or if there be those in the + world from which you came that you would have slain, then you and I shall + go forth with our companies and stamp them out—even as I did these.” + </p> + <p> + My heart stopped beating—for from the depths of Ruth's eyes shining + shadows were rising, wraiths answering Norhala's calling; and, as they + rose, steadily they drew life from the clear radiance summoning—drew + closer to the semblance of that tranquil spirit which her vengeance had + banished but that had now returned to its twin thrones of Norhala's eyes. + </p> + <p> + And at last it was twin sister of Norhala who looked upon her from the + face of Ruth! + </p> + <p> + The white arms of the woman encircled her; the glorious head bent over + her; flaming tresses mingled with tender brown curls. + </p> + <p> + “Sister!” she whispered. “Little sister! These men you shall have as long + as it pleases you—to do with as you will. Or if it is your wish they + shall go back to their world and I will guard them to its gates. + </p> + <p> + “But you and I, little sister, will dwell together—in the vastnesses—in + the peace. Shall it not be so?” + </p> + <p> + With no faltering, with no glance toward us three—lover, brother, + old friend—Ruth crept closer to her, rested her head upon the + virginal, royal breasts. + </p> + <p> + “It shall be so!” she murmured. “Sister—it shall be so. Norhala—I + am tired. Norhala—I have seen enough of men.” + </p> + <p> + An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, trembled over the + woman's wondrous face. Hungrily, defiantly, she pressed the girl to her; + the stars in the lucid heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle and + caressing. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” cried Drake—and sprang toward them. She paid no heed; and + even as he leaped he was caught, whirled back against us. + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” said Ventnor, and caught him by the arm as wrathfully, blindedly, + he strove against the force that held him. “Wait. No use—now.” + </p> + <p> + There was a curious understanding in his voice—a curious sympathy, + too, in the patient, untroubled gaze that dwelt upon his sister and this + weirdly exquisite woman who held her. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” exclaimed Drake. “Wait—hell! The damned witch is stealing + her away from us!” + </p> + <p> + Again he threw himself forward; recoiled as though swept back by an + invisible arm; fell against us and was clasped and held by Ventnor. And as + he struggled the Thing we rode halted. Like metal waves back into it + rushed the enigmatic billows that had washed over the fragments of the + city. + </p> + <p> + We were lifted; between us and the woman and girl a cleft appeared; it + widened into a rift. It was as though Norhala had decreed it as a symbol + of this her second victory—or had set it between us as a barrier. + </p> + <p> + Wider grew the rift. Save for the bridge of our voices it separated us + from Ruth as though she stood upon another world. + </p> + <p> + Higher we rose; the three of us now upon the flat top of a tower upon + whose counterpart fifty feet away and facing the homeward path, Ruth and + Norhala stood with white arms interlaced. + </p> + <p> + The serpent shape flashed toward us; it vanished beneath, merging into the + waiting Thing. + </p> + <p> + Then slowly the Thing began to move; quietly it glided to the chasm it had + blasted in the cliff wall. The shadow of those walls fell upon us. As one + we looked back; as one we searched out the patch of blue with the black + blot at its breast. + </p> + <p> + We found it; then the precipices hid it. Silently we streamed through the + chasm, through the canyon and the tunnel—speaking no word, Drake's + eyes fixed with bitter hatred upon Norhala, Ventnor brooding upon her + always with that enigmatic sympathy. We passed between the walls of the + further cleft; stood for an instant at the brink of the green forest. + </p> + <p> + There came to us as though from immeasurable distances, a faint, sustained + thrumming—like the beating of countless muffled drums. The Thing + that carried us trembled—the sound died away. The Thing quieted; it + began its steady, effortless striding through the crowding trees—but + now with none of that speed with which it had come, spurred forward by + Norhala's awakened hate. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor stirred; broke the silence. And now I saw how wasted was his body, + how sharpened his face; almost ethereal; purged not only by suffering but + by, it came to me, some strange knowledge. + </p> + <p> + “No use, Drake,” he said dreamily. “All this is now on the knees of the + gods. And whether those gods are humanity's or whether they are—Gods + of Metal—I do not know. + </p> + <p> + “But this I do know—only one way or another can the balance fall; + and if it be one way, then you and we shall have Ruth back. And if it + falls the other way—then there will be little need for us to care. + For man will be done!” + </p> + <p> + “Martin! What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “It is the crisis,” he answered. “We can do nothing, Goodwin—nothing. + Whatever is to be steps forth now from the womb of Destiny.” + </p> + <p> + Again there came that distant rolling—louder, now. Again the Thing + trembled. + </p> + <p> + “The drums,” whispered Ventnor. “The drums of destiny. What is it they are + heralding? A new birth of Earth and the passing of man? A new child to + whom shall be given dominion—nay, to whom has been given dominion? + Or is it—taps—for Them?” + </p> + <p> + The drumming died as I listened—fearfully. About us was only the + swishing, the sighing of the falling trees beneath the tread of the Thing. + Motionless stood Norhala; and as motionless Ruth. + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” I cried once more, a dreadful doubt upon me. “Martin—what + do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Whence did—They—come?” His voice was clear and calm, the eyes + beneath the red brand clear and quiet, too. “Whence did They come—these + Things that carry us? That strode like destroying angels over Cherkis's + city? Are they spawn of Earth—as we are? Or are they foster children—changelings + from another star? + </p> + <p> + “These creatures that when many still are one—that when one still + are many. Whence did They come? What are They?” + </p> + <p> + He looked down upon the cubes that held us; their hosts of tiny eyes shone + up at him, enigmatically—as though they heard and understood. + </p> + <p> + “I do not forget,” he said. “At least not all do I forget of what I saw + during that time when I seemed an atom outside space—as I told you, + or think I told you, speaking with unthinkable effort through lips that + seemed eternities away from me, the atom, who strove to open them. + </p> + <p> + “There were three—visions, revelations—I know not what to call + them. And though each seemed equally real, of two of them, only one, I + think, can be true; and of the third—that may some time be true but + surely is not yet.” + </p> + <p> + Through the air came a louder drum roll—in it something ominous, + something sinister. It swelled to a crescendo; abruptly ceased. And now I + saw Norhala raise her head; listen. + </p> + <p> + “I saw a world, a vast world, Goodwin, marching stately through space. It + was no globe—it was a world of many facets, of smooth and polished + planes; a huge blue jewel world, dimly luminous; a crystal world cut out + from Aether. A geometric thought of the Great Cause, of God, if you will, + made material. It was airless, waterless, sunless. + </p> + <p> + “I seemed to draw closer to it. And then I saw that over every facet + patterns were traced; gigantic symmetrical designs; mathematical + hieroglyphs. In them I read unthinkable calculations, formulas of + interwoven universes, arithmetical progressions of armies of stars, + pandects of the motions of the suns. In the patterns was an appalling + harmony—as though all the laws from those which guide the atom to + those which direct the cosmos were there resolved into completeness—totalled. + </p> + <p> + “The faceted world was like a cosmic abacist, tallying as it marched the + errors of the infinite. + </p> + <p> + “The patterned symbols constantly changed form. I drew nearer—the + symbols were alive. They were, in untold numbers—These!” + </p> + <p> + He pointed to the Thing that bore us. + </p> + <p> + “I was swept back; looked again upon it from afar. And a fantastic notion + came to me—fantasy it was, of course, yet built I know around a + nucleus of strange truth. It was”—his tone was half whimsical, half + apologetic—“it was that this jeweled world was ridden by some + mathematical god, driving it through space, noting occasionally with + amused tolerance the very bad arithmetic of another Deity the reverse of + mathematical—a more or less haphazard Deity, the god, in fact, of us + and the things we call living. + </p> + <p> + “It had no mission; it wasn't at all out to do any reforming; it wasn't in + the least concerned in rectifying any of the inaccuracies of the Other. + Only now and then it took note of the deplorable differences between the + worlds it saw and its own impeccably ordered and tidy temple with its + equally tidy servitors. + </p> + <p> + “Just an itinerant demiurge of supergeometry riding along through space on + its perfectly summed-up world; master of all celestial mechanics; its + people independent of all that complex chemistry and labor for equilibrium + by which we live; needing neither air nor water, heeding neither heat nor + cold; fed with the magnetism of interstellar space and stopping now and + then to banquet off the energy of some great sun.” + </p> + <p> + A thrill of amazement passed through me; fantasy all this might be but—how, + if so, had he gotten that last thought? He had not seen, as we had, the + orgy in the Hall of the Cones, the prodigious feeding of the Metal Monster + upon our sun. + </p> + <p> + “That passed,” he went on, unnoticing. “I saw vast caverns filled with the + Things; working, growing, multiplying. In caverns of our Earth—the + fruit of some unguessed womb? I do not know. + </p> + <p> + “But in those caverns, under countless orbs of many colored lights”—again + the thrill of amaze shook me—“they grew. It came to me that they + were reaching out toward sunlight and the open. They burst into it—into + yellow, glowing sunlight. Ours? I do not know. And that picture passed.” + </p> + <p> + His voice deepened. + </p> + <p> + “There came a third vision. I saw our Earth—I knew, Goodwin, + indisputably, unmistakably that it was our earth. But its rolling hills + were leveled, its mountains were ground and shaped into cold and polished + symbols—geometric, fashioned. + </p> + <p> + “The seas were fettered, gleaming like immense jewels in patterned + settings of crystal shores. The very Polar ice was chiseled. On the + ordered plains were traced the hieroglyphs of the faceted world. And on + all Earth, Goodwin, there was no green life, no city, no trace of man. On + this Earth that had been ours were only—These. + </p> + <p> + “Visioning!” he said. “Don't think that I accept them in their entirety. + Part truth, part illusion—the groping mind dazzled with light of + unfamiliar truths and making pictures from half light and half shadow to + help it understand. + </p> + <p> + “But still—SOME truth in them. How much I do not know. But this I do + know—that last vision was of a cataclysm whose beginnings we face + now—this very instant.” + </p> + <p> + The picture flashed behind my own eyes—of the walled city, its + thronging people, its groves and gardens, its science and its art; of the + Destroying Shapes trampling it flat—and then the dreadful, desolate + mount. + </p> + <p> + And suddenly I saw that mount as Earth—the city as Earth's cities—its + gardens and groves as Earth's fields and forests—and the vanished + people of Cherkis seemed to expand into all humanity. + </p> + <p> + “But Martin,” I stammered, fighting against choking, intolerable terror, + “there was something else. Something of the Keeper of the Cones and of our + striking through the sun to destroy the Things—something of them + being governed by the same laws that govern us and that if they broke them + they must fall. A hope—a PROMISE, that they would NOT conquer.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember,” he replied, “but not clearly. There WAS something—a + shadow upon them, a menace. It was a shadow that seemed to be born of our + own world—some threatening spirit of earth hovering over them. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot remember; it eludes me. Yet it is because I remember but a + little of it that I say those drums may not be—taps—for us.” + </p> + <p> + As though his words had been a cue, the sounds again burst forth—no + longer muffled nor faint. They roared; they seemed to pelt through air and + drop upon us; they beat about our ears with thunderous tattoo like covered + caverns drummed upon by Titans with trunks of great trees. + </p> + <p> + The drumming did not die; it grew louder, more vehement; defiant and + deafening. Within the Thing under us a mighty pulse began to throb, + accelerating rapidly to the rhythm of that clamorous roll. + </p> + <p> + I saw Norhala draw herself up, sharply; stand listening and alert. Under + me, the throbbing turned to an uneasy churning, a ferment. + </p> + <p> + “Drums?” muttered Drake. “THEY'RE no drums. It's drum fire. It's like a + dozen Marnes, a dozen Verduns. But where could batteries like those come + from?” + </p> + <p> + “Drums,” whispered Ventnor. “They ARE drums. The drums of Destiny!” + </p> + <p> + Louder the roaring grew. Now it was a tremendous rhythmic cannonading. The + Thing halted. The tower that upheld Ruth and Norhala swayed, bent over the + gap between us, touched the top on which we rode. + </p> + <p> + Gently the two were plucked up; swiftly they were set beside us. + </p> + <p> + Came a shrill, keen wailing—louder than ever I had heard before. + There was an earthquake trembling; a maelstrom swirling in which we spun; + a swift sinking. + </p> + <p> + The Thing split in two. Up before us rose a stupendous, stepped pyramid; + little smaller it was than that which Cheops built to throw its shadows + across holy Nile. Into it streamed, over it clicked, score upon score of + cubes, building it higher and higher. It lurched forward—away from + us. + </p> + <p> + From Norhala came a single cry—resonant, blaring like a wrathful, + golden trumpet. + </p> + <p> + The speeding shape halted, hesitated; it seemed about to return. Crashed + down upon us an abrupt crescendo of the distant drumming; peremptory, + commanding. The shape darted forward; raced away crushing to straw the + trees beneath it in a full quarter-mile-wide swath. + </p> + <p> + Great gray eyes wide, filled with incredulous wonder, stunned disbelief, + Norhala for an instant faltered. Then out of her white throat, through her + red lips pelted a tempest of staccato buglings. + </p> + <p> + Under them what was left of the Thing leaped, tore on. Norhala's flaming + hair crackled and streamed; about her body of milk and pearl—about + Ruth's creamy skin—a radiant nimbus began to glow. + </p> + <p> + In the distance I saw a sapphire spark; knew it for Norhala's home. Not + far from it now was the rushing pyramid—and it came to me that + within that shape was strangely neither globe nor pyramid. Nor except for + the trembling cubes that made the platform on which we stood, did the + shrunken Thing carrying us hold any unit of the Metal Monster except its + spheres and tetrahedrons—at least within its visible bulk. + </p> + <p> + The sapphire spark had grown to a glimmering azure marble. Steadily we + gained upon the pyramid. Never for an instant ceased that scourging hail + of notes from Norhala—never for an instant lessened the drumming + clamor that seemed to try to smother them. + </p> + <p> + The sapphire marble became a sapphire ball, a great globe. I saw the Thing + we sought to join lift itself into a prodigious pillar; the pillar's base + thrust forth stilts; upon them the Thing stepped over the blue dome of + Norhala's house. + </p> + <p> + The blue bubble was close; now it curved below us. Gently we were lifted + down; were set before its portal. I looked up at the bulk that had carried + us. + </p> + <p> + I had been right—built it was only of globe and pyramid; an + inconceivably grotesque shape, it hung over us. + </p> + <p> + Throughout the towering Shape was awful movement; its units writhed within + it. Then it was lost to sight in the mists through which the Thing we had + pursued had gone. + </p> + <p> + In Norhala's face as she watched it go was a dismay, a poignant + uncertainty, that held in it something indescribably pitiful. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid!” I heard her whisper. + </p> + <p> + She tightened her grasp upon dreaming Ruth; motioned us to go within. We + passed, silently; behind us she came, followed by three of the great + globes, by a pair of her tetrahedrons. + </p> + <p> + Beside a pile of the silken stuffs she halted. The girl's eyes dwelt upon + hers trustingly. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid!” whispered Norhala again. “Afraid—for you!” + </p> + <p> + Tenderly she looked down upon her, the galaxies of stars in her eyes soft + and tremulous. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid, little sister,” she whispered for the third time. “Not yet + can you go as I do—among the fires.” She hesitated. “Rest here until + I return. I shall leave these to guard you and obey you.” + </p> + <p> + She motioned to the five shapes. They ranged themselves about Ruth. + Norhala kissed her upon both brown eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Sleep till I return,” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + She swept from the chamber—with never a glance for us three. I heard + a little wailing chorus without, fast dying into silence. + </p> + <p> + Spheres and pyramids twinkled at us, guarding the silken pile whereon Ruth + lay asleep—like some enchanted princess. + </p> + <p> + Beat down upon the blue globe like hollow metal worlds, beaten and + shrieking. + </p> + <p> + The drums of Destiny! + </p> + <p> + The drums of Doom! + </p> + <p> + Beating taps for the world of men? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. THE FRENZY OF RUTH + </h2> + <p> + For many minutes we stood silent, in the shadowy chamber, listening, each + absorbed in his own thoughts. The thunderous drumming was continuous; + sometimes it faded into a background for clattering storms as of thousands + of machine guns, thousands of riveters at work at once upon a thousand + metal frameworks; sometimes it was nearly submerged beneath splitting + crashes as of meeting meteors of hollow steel. + </p> + <p> + But always the drumming persisted, rhythmic, thunderous. Through it all + Ruth slept, undisturbed, cheek pillowed in one rounded arm, the two great + pyramids erect behind her, watchful; a globe at her feet, a globe at her + head, the third sphere poised between her and us, and, like the pyramids—watchful. + </p> + <p> + What was happening out there—over the edge of the canyon, beyond the + portal of the cliffs, behind the veils, in the Pit of the Metal Monster? + What was the message of the roaring drums? What the rede of their + clamorous runes? + </p> + <p> + Ventnor stepped by the sentinel globe, bent over the tranced girl. Sphere + nor pointed pair stirred; only they watched him—like a palpable + thing one felt their watchfulness. He listened to her heart, caught up a + wrist, took note of her pulse of life. He drew a deep breath, stood + upright, nodded reassuringly. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly Drake turned, walked out through the open portal, his strain and + a very deep anxiety written plainly in deep lines that ran from nostrils + to firm young mouth. + </p> + <p> + “Just went out to look for the pony,” he muttered when he returned. “It's + safe. I was afraid it had been stepped on. It's getting dusk. There's a + big light down the canyon—over in the valley.” + </p> + <p> + Ventnor drew back past the globe; rejoined us. + </p> + <p> + The blue bower trembled under a gust of sound. Ruth stirred; her brows + knitted; her hands clenched. The sphere that stood before her spun on its + axis, swept up to the globe at her head, glided from it to the globe at + her feet—as though whispering. Ruth moaned—her body bent + upright, swayed rigidly. Her eyes opened; they stared through us as though + upon some dreadful vision; and strangely was it as though she were seeing + with another's eyes, were reflecting another's sufferings. + </p> + <p> + The globes at her feet and at her head swirled out, clustering against the + third sphere—three weird shapes in silent consultation. On Ventnor's + face I saw pity—and a vast relief. With shocked amaze I realized + that Ruth's agony—for in agony she clearly was—was calling + forth in him elation. He spoke—and I knew why. + </p> + <p> + “Norhala!” he whispered. “She is seeing with Norhala's eyes—feeling + what Norhala feels. It's not going well with—That—out there. + If we dared leave Ruth—could only, see—” + </p> + <p> + Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out—a golden bugling that might have + been Norhala's own wrathful trumpet notes. Instantly the two pyramids + flamed open, became two gleaming stars that bathed her in violet radiance. + Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals glitter—menacingly. + </p> + <p> + The girl glared at us—more brilliant grew the glittering ovals as + though their lightnings trembled on their lips. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” called Ventnor softly. + </p> + <p> + A shadow softened the intolerable, hard brilliancy of the brown eyes. In + them something struggled to arise, fighting its way to the surface like + some drowning human thing. + </p> + <p> + It sank back—upon her face dropped a cloud of heartbreak, appalling + woe; the despair of a soul that, having withdrawn all faith in its own + kind to rest all faith, as it thought, on angels—sees that faith + betrayed. + </p> + <p> + There stared upon us a stripped spirit, naked and hopeless and terrible. + </p> + <p> + Despairing, raging, she screamed once more. The central globe swam to her; + it raised her upon its back; glided to the doorway. Upon it she stood + poised like some youthful, anguished Victory—a Victory who faced and + knew she faced destroying defeat; poised upon that enigmatic orb on bare + slender feet, one sweet breast bare, hands upraised, virginally archaic, + nothing about her of the Ruth we knew. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” cried Drake; despair as great as that upon her face was in his + voice. He sprang before the globe that held her; barred its way. + </p> + <p> + For an instant the Thing paused—and in that instant the human soul + of the girl rushed back. + </p> + <p> + “No!” she cried. “No!” + </p> + <p> + A weird call issued from the white lips—stumbling, uncertain, as + though she who sent it forth herself wondered whence it sprang. Abruptly + the angry stars closed. The three globes spun—doubting, puzzled! + Again she called—now a tremulous, halting cadence. She was lifted; + dropped gently to her feet. + </p> + <p> + For an instant the globes and pyramids whirled and danced before her—then + sped away through the portal. + </p> + <p> + Ruth swayed, sobbing. Then as though drawn, she ran to the doorway, fled + through it. As one we sprang after her. Rods ahead her white body flashed, + speeding toward the Pit. Like fleet-footed Atalanta she fled—and + far, far behind us was the blue bower, the misty barrier of the veils + close, when Drake with a last desperate burst reached her side, gripped + her. Down the two fell, rolling upon the smooth roadway. Silently she + fought, biting, tearing at Drake, struggling to escape. + </p> + <p> + “Quick!” gasped Ventnor, stretching out to me an arm. “Cut off the sleeve. + Quick!” + </p> + <p> + Unquestioningly, I drew my knife, ripped the garment at the shoulder. He + snatched the sleeve, knelt at Ruth's head; rapidly he crumpled an end, + thrust it roughly into her mouth; tied it fast, gagging her. + </p> + <p> + “Hold her!” he ordered Drake; and with a sob of relief sprang up. The + girl's eyes blazed at him, filled with hate. + </p> + <p> + “Cut that other sleeve,” he said; and when I had done so, he knelt again, + pinned Ruth down with a knee at her throat, turned her over and knotted + her hands behind her. She ceased struggling; gently now he drew up the + curly head; swung her upon her back. + </p> + <p> + “Hold her feet.” He nodded to Drake, who caught the slender bare ankles in + his hands. + </p> + <p> + She lay there, helpless, being unable to use her hands or feet. + </p> + <p> + “Too little Ruth, and too much Norhala,” said Ventnor, looking up at me. + “If she'd only thought to cry out! She could have brought a regiment of + those Things down to blast us. And would—if she HAD thought. You + don't think THAT is Ruth, do you?” + </p> + <p> + He pointed to the pallid face glaring at him, the eyes from which cold + fires flamed. + </p> + <p> + “No, you don't!” He caught Drake by the shoulder, sent him spinning a + dozen feet away. “Damn it, Drake—don't you understand!” + </p> + <p> + For suddenly Ruth's eyes softened; she had turned them on Dick pitifully, + appealingly—and he had loosed her ankles, had leaned forward as + though to draw away the band that covered her lips. + </p> + <p> + “Your gun,” whispered Ventnor to me; before I had moved he had snatched + the automatic from my holster; had covered Drake with it. + </p> + <p> + “Drake,” he said, “stand where you are. If you take another step toward + this girl I'll shoot you—by God, I will!” + </p> + <p> + Drake halted, shocked amazement in his face; I myself felt resentful, + wondering at his outburst. + </p> + <p> + “But it's hurting her,” he muttered, Ruth's eyes, soft and pleading, still + dwelt upon him. + </p> + <p> + “Hurting her!” exclaimed Ventnor. “Man—she's my sister! I know what + I'm doing. Can't you see? Can't you see how little of Ruth is in that body + there—how little of the girl you love? How or why I don't know—but + that it is so I DO know. Drake—have you forgotten how Norhala + beguiled Cherkis? I want my sister back. I'm helping her to get back. Now + let be. I know what I'm doing. Look at her!” + </p> + <p> + We looked. In the face that glared up at Ventnor was nothing of Ruth—even + as he had said. There was the same cold, awesome wrath that had rested + upon Norhala's as she watched Cherkis weep over the eating up of his city. + Swiftly came a change—like the sudden smoothing out of the rushing + waves of a hill-locked, wind-lashed lake. + </p> + <p> + The face was again Ruth's face—and Ruth's alone; the eyes were + Ruth's eyes—supplicating, adjuring. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” Ventnor cried. “While you can hear—am I not right?” + </p> + <p> + She nodded vigorously, sternly; she was lost, hidden once more. + </p> + <p> + “You see.” He turned to us grimly. + </p> + <p> + A shattering shaft of light flashed upon the veils; almost pierced them. + An avalanche of sound passed high above us. Yet now I noted that where we + stood the clamor was lessened, muffled. Of course, it came to me, it was + the veils. + </p> + <p> + I wondered why—for whatever the quality of the radiant mists, their + purpose certainly had to do with concentration of the magnetic flux. The + deadening of the noise must be accidental, could have nothing to do with + their actual use; for sound is an air vibration solely. No—it must + be a secondary effect. The Metal Monster was as heedless of clamor as it + was of heat or cold— + </p> + <p> + “We've got to see,” Ventnor broke the chain of thought. “We've got to get + through and see what's happening. Win or lose—we've got to KNOW.” + </p> + <p> + “Cut off your sleeve, as I did,” he motioned to Drake. “Tie her ankles. + We'll carry her.” + </p> + <p> + Quickly it was done. Ruth's light body swinging between brother and lover, + we moved forward into the mists; we crept cautiously through their dead + silences. + </p> + <p> + Passed out and fell back into them from a searing chaos of light, chaotic + tumult. + </p> + <p> + From the slackened grip of Ventnor and Drake the body of Ruth dropped + while we three stood blinded, deafened, fighting for recovery. Ruth + twisted, rolled toward the brink; Ventnor threw himself upon her, held her + fast. + </p> + <p> + Dragging her, crawling on our knees, we crept forward; we stopped when the + thinning of the mists permitted us to see through them yet still + interposed a curtaining which, though tenuous, dimmed the intolerable + brilliancy that filled the Pit, muffled its din to a degree we could bear. + </p> + <p> + I peered through them—and nerve and muscle were locked in the grip + of a paralyzing awe. I felt then as one would feel set close to warring + regiments of stars, made witness to the death-throes of a universe, or + swept through space and held above the whirling coils of Andromeda's + nebula to watch its birth agonies of nascent suns. + </p> + <p> + These are no figures of speech, no hyperboles—speck as our whole + planet would be in Andromeda's vast loom, pinprick as was the Pit to the + cyclone craters of our own sun, within the cliff-cupped walls of the + valley was a tangible, struggling living force akin to that which dwells + within the nebula and the star; a cosmic spirit transcending all + dimensions and thrusting its confines out into the infinite; a sentient + emanation of the infinite itself. + </p> + <p> + Nor was its voice less unearthly. It used the shell of the earth valley + for its trumpetings, its clangors—but as one hears in the murmurings + of the fluted conch the great voice of ocean, its whispering and its + roarings, so here in the clamorous shell of the Pit echoed the tremendous + voices of that illimitable sea which laps the shores of the countless + suns. + </p> + <p> + I looked upon a mighty whirlpool miles and miles wide. It whirled with + surges whose racing crests were smiting incandescences; it was threaded + with a spindrift of lightnings; it was trodden by dervish mists of molten + flame thrust through with forests of lances of living light. It cast a + cadent spray high to the heavens. + </p> + <p> + Over it the heavens glittered as though they were a shield held by fearful + gods. Through the maelstrom staggered a mountainous bulk; a gleaming + leviathan of pale blue metal caught in the swirling tide of some + incredible volcano; a huge ark of metal breasting a deluge of flame. + </p> + <p> + And the drumming we heard as of hollow beaten metal worlds, the shouting + tempests of cannonading stars, was the breaking of these incandescent + crests, the falling of the lightning spindrift, the rhythmic impact of the + lanced rays upon the glimmering mountain that reeled and trembled as they + struck it. + </p> + <p> + The reeling mountain, the struggling leviathan, was—the City! + </p> + <p> + It was the mass of the Metal Monster itself, guarded by, stormed by, its + own legions that though separate from it were still as much of it as were + the cells that formed the skin of its walls, its carapace. + </p> + <p> + It was the Metal Monster tearing, rending, fighting for, battling against—itself. + </p> + <p> + Mile high as when I had first beheld it was the inexplicable body that + held the great heart of the cones into which had been drawn the magnetic + cataracts from our sun; that held too the smaller hearts of the lesser + cones, the workshops, the birth chamber and manifold other mysteries + unguessed and unseen. By a full fourth had its base been shrunken. + </p> + <p> + Ranged in double line along the side turned toward us were hundreds of + dread forms—Shapes that in their intensity bore down upon, oppressed + with a nightmare weight, the consciousness. + </p> + <p> + Rectangular, upon their outlines no spike of pyramid, no curve of globe + showing, uncompromisingly ponderous, they upthrust. Upon the tops of the + first rank were enormous masses, sledge shaped—like those metal + fists that had battered down the walls of Cherkis's city but to them as + the human hand is to the paw of the dinosaur. + </p> + <p> + Conceive this—conceive these Shapes as animate and flexible; beating + down with the prodigious mallets, smashing from side to side as though the + tremendous pillars that held them were thousand jointed upright pistons; + that as closely as I can present it in images of things we know is the + picture of the Hammering Things. + </p> + <p> + Behind them stood a second row, high as they and as angular. From them + extended scores of girdered arms. These were thickly studded with the + flaming cruciform shapes, the opened cubes gleaming with their angry + flares of reds and smoky yellows. From the tentacles of many swung immense + shields like those which ringed the hall of the great cones. + </p> + <p> + And as the sledges beat, ever over their bent heads poured from the + crosses a flood of crimson lightnings. Out of the concave depths of the + shields whipped lashes of blinding flame. With ropes of fire they knouted + the Things the sledges struck, the sullen crimson levins blasted. + </p> + <p> + Now I could see the Shapes that attacked. Grotesque; spined and tusked, + spiked and antlered, wenned and breasted; as chimerically angled, cusped + and cornute as though they were the superangled, supercornute gods of the + cusped and angled gods of the Javanese, they strove against the + sledge-headed and smiting, the multiarmed and blasting square towers. + </p> + <p> + High as them, as huge as they, incomparably fantastic, in dozens of + shifting forms they battled. + </p> + <p> + More than a mile from the stumbling City stood ranged like sharpshooters a + host of solid, bristling-legged towers. Upon their tops spun gigantic + wheels. Out of the centers of these wheels shot the radiant lances, hosts + of spears of intensest violet light. The radiance they volleyed was not + continuous; it was broken, so that the javelin rays shot out in rhythmic + flights, each flying fast upon the shafts of the others. + </p> + <p> + It was their impact that sent forth the thunderous drumming. They struck + and splintered against the walls, dropping from them in great gouts of + molten flame. It was as though before they broke they pierced the wall, + the Monster's side, bled fire. + </p> + <p> + With the crashing of broadsides of massed batteries the sledges smashed + down upon the bristling attackers. Under the awful impact globes and + pyramids were shattered into hundreds of fragments, rocket bursts of blue + and azure and violet flame, flames rainbowed and irised. + </p> + <p> + The hammer ends split, flew apart, were scattered, were falling showers of + sulphurous yellow and scarlet meteors. But ever other cubes swarmed out + and repaired the broken smiting tips. And always where a tusked and + cornute shape had been battered down, disintegrated, another arose as huge + and as formidable pouring forth upon the squared tower its lightnings, + tearing at it with colossal spiked and hooked claws, beating it with + incredible spiked and globular fists that were like the clenched hands of + some metal Atlas. + </p> + <p> + As the striving Shapes swayed and wrestled, gave way or thrust forward, + staggered or fell, the bulk of the Monster stumbled and swayed, advanced + and retreated—an unearthly motion wedded to an amorphous immensity + that flooded the watching consciousness with a deathly nausea. + </p> + <p> + Unceasingly the hail of radiant lances poured from the spinning wheels, + falling upon Towered Shapes and City's wall alike. There arose a + prodigious wailing, an unearthly thin screaming. About the bases of the + defenders flashed blinding bursts of incandescence—like those which + had heralded the flight of the Flying Thing dropping before Norhala's + house. + </p> + <p> + Unlike them they held no dazzling sapphire brilliancies; they were + ochreous, suffused with raging vermilion. Nevertheless they were factors + of that same inexplicable action—for from thousands of gushing + lights leaped thousands of gigantic square pillars; unimaginable + projectiles hurled from the flaming mouths of earth-hidden, titanic + mortars. + </p> + <p> + They soared high, swerved and swooped upon the lance-throwers. Beneath + their onslaught those chimerae tottered, I saw living projectiles and + living target fuse where they met—melt and weld in jets of + lightnings. + </p> + <p> + But not all. There were those that tore great gaps in the horned giants—wounds + that instantly were healed with globes and pyramids seething out from the + Cyclopean trunk. Ever the incredible projectiles flashed and flew as + though from some inexhaustible store; ever uprose that prodigious barrage + against the smiting rays. + </p> + <p> + Now to check them soared from the ranks of the besiegers clouds of + countless horned dragons, immense cylinders of clustered cubes studded + with the clinging tetrahedrons. They struck the cubed projectiles head on; + aimed themselves to meet them. + </p> + <p> + Bristling dragon and hurtling pillar stuck and fused or burst with + intolerable blazing. They fell—cube and sphere and pyramid—some + half opened, some fully, in a rain of disks, of stars, huge flaming + crosses; a storm of unimaginable pyrotechnics. + </p> + <p> + Now I became conscious that within the City—within the body of the + Metal Monster—there raged a strife colossal as this without. From it + came a vast volcanic roaring. Up from its top shot tortured flames, + cascades and fountains of frenzied Things that looped and struggled, + writhed over its edge, hurled themselves back; battling chimerae which + against the glittering heavens traced luminous symbols of agony. + </p> + <p> + Shrilled a stronger wailing. Up from behind the ray hurling Towers shot + hosts of globes. Thousands of palely azure, metal moons they soared; + warrior moons charging in meteor rush and streaming with fluttering battle + pennons of violet flame. High they flew; they curved over the mile high + back of the Monster; they dropped upon it. + </p> + <p> + Arose to meet them immense columns of the cubes; battered against the + spheres; swept them over and down into the depths. Hundreds fell, broken—but + thousands held their place. I saw them twine about the pillars—writhing + columns of interlaced cubes and globes straining like monstrous serpents + while all along their coils the open disks and crosses smote with the + scimitars of their lightnings. + </p> + <p> + In the wall of the City appeared a shining crack; from top to bottom it + ran; it widened into a rift from which a flood of radiance gushed. Out of + this rift poured a thousand-foot-high torrent of horned globes. + </p> + <p> + Only for an instant they flowed. The rift closed upon them, catching those + still emerging in a colossal vise. It CRUNCHED them. Plain through the + turmoil came a dreadful—bursting roar. + </p> + <p> + Down from the closing jaws of the vise dripped a stream of fragments that + flashed and flickered—and died. And now in the wall was no trace of + the breach. + </p> + <p> + A hurricane of radiant lances swept it. Under them a mile wide section of + the living scarp split away; dropped like an avalanche. Its fall revealed + great spaces, huge vaults and chambers filled with warring lightnings—out + from them came roaring, bellowing thunders. Swiftly from each side of the + gap a metal curtaining of the cubes joined. Again the wall was whole. + </p> + <p> + I turned my stunned gaze from the City—swept over the valley. + Everywhere, in towers, in writhing coils, in whipping flails, in waves + that smote and crashed, in countless forms and combinations the Metal + Hordes battled. Here were pillars against which metal billows rushed and + were broken; there were metal comets that crashed high above the mad + turmoil. + </p> + <p> + From streaming silent veil to veil—north and south, east and west + the Monster slew itself beneath its racing, flaming banners, the tempests + of its lightnings. + </p> + <p> + The tortured hulk of the City lurched; it swept toward us. Before it + blotted out from our eyes the Pit I saw that the crystal spans upon the + river of jade were gone; that the wondrous jeweled ribbons of its banks + were broken. + </p> + <p> + Closer came the reeling City. + </p> + <p> + I fumbled for my lenses, focussed them upon it. Now I saw that where the + radiant lances struck they—killed the blocks blackened under them, + became lustreless; the sparkling of the tiny eyes—went out; the + metal carapaces crumbled. + </p> + <p> + Closer to the City—came the Monster; shuddering I lowered the + glasses that it might not seem so near. + </p> + <p> + Down dropped the bristling Shapes that wrestled with the squared Towers. + They rose again in a single monstrous wave that rushed to overwhelm them. + Before they could strike the City swept closer; had hidden them from me. + </p> + <p> + Again I raised the glasses. They brought the metal scarp not fifty feet + away—within it the hosts of tiny eyes glittered, no longer mocking + nor malicious, but insane. + </p> + <p> + Nearer drew the Monster—nearer. + </p> + <p> + A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed to draw itself + together. Then like the roar of a falling world that whole side facing us + slid down to the valley's floor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. THE PASSING OF NORHALA + </h2> + <p> + Hundreds of feet through must have been the fallen mass—within it + who knows what chambers filled with mysteries? Yes, thousands of feet + thick it must have been, for the debris of it splintered and lashed to the + very edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with the dimming + fragments of the bodies that had formed it. + </p> + <p> + We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces. There came another + avalanche roaring—before us opened the crater of the cones. + </p> + <p> + Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed about the base of + that one slender, coroneted and star pointing spire, rising serene and + unshaken from a hell of lightnings. But the shields that had rimmed the + crater were gone. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled and held them long to + his eyes. + </p> + <p> + He thrust them back to me. “Look!” + </p> + <p> + Through the lenses the great hall leaped into full view apparently only a + few yards away. It was a cauldron of chameleon flame. It seethed with the + Hordes battling over the remaining walls and floor. But around the crystal + base of the cones was an open zone into which none broke. + </p> + <p> + In that wide ring, girdling the shimmering fantasy like a circled + sanctuary, were but three forms. One was the wondrous Disk of jeweled + fires I have called the Metal Emperor; the second was the sullen fired + cruciform of the Keeper. + </p> + <p> + The third was Norhala! + </p> + <p> + She stood at the side of that weird master of hers—or was it after + all the servant? Between them and the Keeper's planes gleamed the gigantic + T-shaped tablet of countless rods which controlled the activities of the + cones; that had controlled the shifting of the vanished shields; that + manipulated too, perhaps, the energies of whatever similar but smaller + cornute ganglia were scattered throughout the City and one of which we had + beheld when the Emperor's guards had blasted Ventnor. + </p> + <p> + Close was Norhala in the lenses—so close that almost, it seemed, I + could reach out and touch her. The flaming hair streamed and billowed + above her glorious head like a banner of molten floss of coppery gold; her + face was a mask of wrath and despair; her great eyes blazed upon the + Keeper; her exquisite body was bare, stripped of every shred of silken + covering. + </p> + <p> + From streaming tresses to white feet an oval of pulsing, golden light + nimbused her. Maiden Isis, virgin Astarte she stood there, held in the + grip of the Disk—like a goddess betrayed and hopeless yet thirsting + for vengeance. + </p> + <p> + For all their stillness, their immobility, it came to me that Emperor and + Keeper were at grapple, locked in death grip; the realization was as + definite as though, like Ruth, I thought with Norhala's mind, saw with her + eyes. + </p> + <p> + Clearly too it came to me that in this contest between the two was + epitomized all the vast conflict that raged around them; that in it was + fast ripening that fruit of destiny of which Ventnor had spoken, and that + here in the Hall of the Cones would be settled—and soon—the + fate not only of Disk and Cross, but it might be of humanity. + </p> + <p> + But with what unknown powers was that duel being fought? They cast no + lightnings, they battled with no visible weapons. Only the great planes of + the inverted cruciform Shape smoked and smoldered with their sullen flares + of ochres and of scarlets; while over all the face of the Disk its cold + and irised fires raced and shone, beating with a rhythm incredibly rapid; + its core of incandescent ruby blazed, its sapphire ovals were cabochoned + pools of living, lucent radiance. + </p> + <p> + There was a splitting roar that arose above all the clamor, deafening us + even in the shelter of the silent veils. On each side of the crater whole + masses of the City dropped away. Fleetingly I was aware of scores of + smaller pits in which uprose lesser replicas of the Coned Mount, lesser + reservoirs of the Monster's force. + </p> + <p> + Neither the Emperor nor the Keeper moved, both seemingly indifferent to + the catastrophe fast developing around them. + </p> + <p> + Now I strained forward to the very thinnest edge of the curtainings. For + between the Disk and Cross began to form fine black mist. It was + transparent. It seemed spun of minute translucent ebon corpuscles. It hung + like a black shroud suspended by unseen hands. It shook and wavered now + toward the Disk, now toward the Cross. + </p> + <p> + I sensed a keying up of force within the two; knew that each was striving + to cast like a net that hanging mist upon the other. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly the Emperor flashed forth, blindingly. As though caught upon a + blast, the black shroud flew toward the Keeper—enveloped it. And as + the mist covered and clung I saw the sulphurous and crimson flares dim. + They were snuffed out. + </p> + <p> + The Keeper fell! + </p> + <p> + Upon Norhala's face flamed a wild triumph, banishing despair. The + outstretched planes of the Cross swept up as though in torment. For an + instant its fires flared and licked through the clinging blackness; it + writhed half upright, threw itself forward, crashed down prostrate upon + the enigmatic tablet which only its tentacles could manipulate. + </p> + <p> + From Norhala's face the triumph fled. On its heels rushed stark, + incredulous horror. + </p> + <p> + The Mount of Cones shuddered. From it came a single mighty throb of force—like + a prodigious heart-beat. Under that pulse of power the Emperor staggered, + spun—and spinning, swept Norhala from her feet, swung her close to + its flashing rose. + </p> + <p> + A second throb pulsed from the cones, and mightier. + </p> + <p> + A spasm shook the Disk—a paroxysm. + </p> + <p> + Its fires faded; they flared out again, bathing the floating, unearthly + figure of Norhala with their iridescences. + </p> + <p> + I saw her body writhe—as though it shared the agony of the Shape + that held her. Her head twisted; the great eyes, pools of uncomprehending, + unbelieving horror, stared into mine. + </p> + <p> + With a spasmodic, infinitely dreadful movement the Disk closed— + </p> + <p> + And closed upon her! + </p> + <p> + Norhala was gone—was shut within it. Crushed to the pent fires of + its crystal heart. + </p> + <p> + I heard a sobbing, agonized choking—knew it was I who sobbed. + Against me I felt Ruth's body strike, bend in convulsive arc, drop inert. + </p> + <p> + The slender steeple of the cones drooped sending its faceted coronet + shattering to the floor. The Mount melted. Beneath the flooding radiance + sprawled Keeper and the great inert Globe that was the Goddess woman's + sepulcher. + </p> + <p> + The crater filled with the pallid luminescence. Faster and ever faster it + poured down into the Pit. And from all the lesser craters of the smaller + cones swept silent cataracts of the same pale radiance. + </p> + <p> + The City began to crumble—the Monster to fall. + </p> + <p> + Like pent-up waters rushing through a broken dam the gleaming deluge swept + over the valley; gushing in steady torrents from the breaking mass. Over + the valley fell a vast silence. The lightnings ceased. The Metal Hordes + stood rigid, the shining flood lapping at their bases, rising swiftly ever + higher. + </p> + <p> + Now from the sinking City swarmed multitudes of its weird luminaries. + </p> + <p> + Out they trooped, swirling from every rent and gap—orbs scarlet and + sapphire, ruby orbs, orbs tuliped and irised—the jocund suns of the + birth chamber and side by side with them hosts of the frozen, pale gilt, + stiff rayed suns. + </p> + <p> + Thousands upon thousands they marched forth and poised themselves solemnly + over all the Pit that now was a fast rising lake of yellow froth of sun + flame. + </p> + <p> + They swept forth in squadrons, in companies, in regiments, those + mysterious orbs. They floated over all the valley; they separated and + swung motionless above it as though they were mysterious multiple souls of + fire brooding over the dying shell that had held them. + </p> + <p> + Beneath, thrusting up from the lambent lake like grotesque towers of some + drowned fantastic metropolis, the great Shapes stood, black against its + glowing. + </p> + <p> + What had been the City—that which had been the bulk of the Monster—was + now only a vast and shapeless hill from which streamed the silent torrents + of that released, unknown force which, concentrate and bound, had been the + cones. + </p> + <p> + As though it was the Monster's shining life-blood it poured, raising ever + higher in its swift flooding the level radiant lake. + </p> + <p> + Lower and lower sank the immense bulk; squattered and spread, ever + lowering—about its helpless, patient crouching something ineffably + piteous, something indescribably, COSMICALLY tragic. + </p> + <p> + Abruptly the watching orbs shook under a hail of sparkling atoms streaming + down from the glittering sky; raining upon the lambent lake. So thick they + fell that now the brooding luminaries were dim aureoles within them. + </p> + <p> + From the Pit came a blinding, insupportable brilliancy. From every rigid + tower gleamed out jeweled fires; their clinging units opened into blazing + star and disk and cross. The City was a hill of living gems over which + flowed torrents of pale molten gold. + </p> + <p> + The Pit blazed. + </p> + <p> + There followed an appalling tensity; a prodigious gathering of force; a + panic stirring concentration of energy. Thicker fell the clouds of + sparkling atoms—higher rose the yellow flood. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor cried out. I could not hear him, but I read his purpose—and + so did Drake. Up on his broad shoulders he swung Ruth as though she had + been a child. Back through the throbbing veils we ran; passed out of them. + </p> + <p> + “Back!” shouted Ventnor. “Back as far as you can!” + </p> + <p> + On we raced; we reached the gateway of the cliffs; we dashed on and on—up + the shining roadway toward the blue globe now a scant mile before us; ran + sobbing, panting—ran, we knew, for our lives. + </p> + <p> + Out of the Pit came a sound—I cannot describe it! + </p> + <p> + An unutterably desolate, dreadful wail of despair, it shuddered past us + like the groaning of a broken-hearted star—anguished and awesome. + </p> + <p> + It died. There rushed upon us a sea of that incredible loneliness, that + longing for extinction that had assailed us in the haunted hollow where + first we had seen Norhala. But its billows were resistless, invincible. + Beneath them we fell; were torn by desire for swift death. + </p> + <p> + Dimly, through fainting eyes, I saw a dazzling brilliancy fill the sky; + heard with dying ears a chaotic, blasting roar. A wave of air thicker than + water caught us up, hurled us hundreds of yards forward. It dropped us; in + its wake rushed another wave, withering, scorching. + </p> + <p> + It raced over us. Scorching though it was, within its heat was energizing, + revivifying force; something that slew the deadly despair and fed the + fading fires of life. + </p> + <p> + I staggered to my feet; looked back. The veils were gone. The precipice + walled gateway they had curtained was filled with a Plutonic glare as + though it opened into the incandescent heart of a volcano. + </p> + <p> + Ventnor clutched my shoulder, spun me around. He pointed to the sapphire + house, started to run to it. Far ahead I saw Drake, the body of the girl + clasped to his breast. The heat became blasting, insupportable; my lungs + burned. + </p> + <p> + Over the sky above the canyon streaked a serpentine chain of lightnings. A + sudden cyclonic gust swept the cleft, whirling us like leaves toward the + Pit. + </p> + <p> + I threw myself upon my face, clutching at the smooth rock. A volley of + thunder burst—but not the thunder of the Metal Monster or its + Hordes; no, the bellowing of the levins of our own earth. + </p> + <p> + And the wind was cold; it bathed the burning skin; laved the fevered + lungs. + </p> + <p> + Again the sky was split by the lightnings. And roaring down from it in + solid sheets came the rain. + </p> + <p> + From the Pit arose a hissing as though within it raged Babylonian Tiamat, + Mother of Chaos, serpent dweller in the void; Midgard-snake of the ancient + Norse holding in her coils the world. + </p> + <p> + Buffeted by wind, beaten down by rain, clinging to each other like + drowning men, Ventnor and I pushed on to the elfin globe. The light was + dying fast. By it we saw Drake pass within the portal with his burden. The + light became embers; it went out; blackness clasped us. Guided by the + lightnings, we beat our way to the door; passed through it. + </p> + <p> + In the electric glare we saw Drake bending over Ruth. In it I saw a slide + draw over the open portal through which shrieked the wind, streamed the + rain. + </p> + <p> + As though its crystal panel was moved by unseen, gentle hands, the portal + closed; the tempest shut out. + </p> + <p> + We dropped beside Ruth upon a pile of silken stuffs—awed, marveling, + trembling with pity and—thanksgiving. + </p> + <p> + For we knew—each of us knew with an absolute definiteness as we + crouched there among the racing, dancing black and silver shadows with + which the lightnings filled the blue globe—that the Metal Monster + was dead. + </p> + <p> + Slain by itself! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. BURNED OUT + </h2> + <p> + Ruth sighed and stirred. By the glare of the lightnings, now almost + continuous, we saw that her rigidity, and in fact all the puzzling + cataleptic symptoms, had disappeared. Her limbs relaxed, her skin faintly + flushed, she lay in deepest but natural slumber undisturbed by the + incessant cannonading of the thunder under which the walls of the blue + globe shuddered. Ventnor passed through the curtains of the central hall; + he returned with one of Norhala's cloaks; covered the girl with it. + </p> + <p> + An overwhelming sleepiness took possession of me, a weariness ineffable. + Nerve and brain and muscle suddenly relaxed, went slack and numb. Without + a struggle I surrendered to an overpowering stupor and cradled deep in its + heart ceased consciously to be. + </p> + <p> + When my eyes unclosed the chamber of the moonstone walls was filled with a + silvery, crepuscular light. I heard the murmuring and laughing of running + water, the play, I lazily realized, of the fountained pool. + </p> + <p> + I lay for whole minutes unthinking, luxuriating in the sense of tension + gone and of security; lay steeped in the aftermath of complete rest. + Memory flooded me. + </p> + <p> + Quietly I sat up; Ruth still slept, breathing peacefully beneath the + cloak, one white arm stretched over the shoulder of Drake—as though + in her sleep she had drawn close to him. + </p> + <p> + At her feet lay Ventnor, as deep in slumber as they. I arose and tip-toed + over to the closed door. + </p> + <p> + Searching, I found its key; a cupped indentation upon which I pressed. + </p> + <p> + The crystalline panel slipped back; it was moved, I suppose, by some + mechanism of counterbalances responding to the weight of the hand. It must + have been some vibration of the thunder which had loosed that mechanism + and had closed the panel upon the heels of our entrance—so I thought—then + seeing again in memory that uncanny, deliberate shutting was not at all + convinced that it had been the thunder. + </p> + <p> + I looked out. How many hours the sun had been up there was no means of + knowing. + </p> + <p> + The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. I stepped out. + </p> + <p> + The garden of Norhala was a wreckage of uprooted and splintered trees and + torn masses of what had been blossoming verdure. + </p> + <p> + The gateway of the precipices beyond which lay the Pit was hidden in the + webs of the rain. Long I gazed down the canyon—and longingly; + striving to picture what the Pit now held; eager to read the riddles of + the night. + </p> + <p> + There came from the valley no sound, no movement, no light. + </p> + <p> + I reentered the blue globe and paused on the threshold—staring into + the wide and wondering eyes of Ruth bolt upright in her silken bed with + Norhala's cloak clutched to her chin like a suddenly awakened and startled + child. As she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand. Drake, wide awake on + the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping to his pistol. + </p> + <p> + “Dick!” called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet. + </p> + <p> + He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless brown eyes in + which—with leaping heart I realized it—was throned only that + spirit which was Ruth's and Ruth's alone; Ruth's clear unshadowed eyes + glad and shy and soft with love. + </p> + <p> + “Dick!” she whispered, and held soft arms out to him. The cloak fell from + her. He swung her up. Their lips met. + </p> + <p> + Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor dwelt; they filled with + relief and joy, nor was there lacking in them a certain amusement. + </p> + <p> + She drew from Drake's arms, pushed him from her, stood for a moment + shakily, with covered eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth,” called Ventnor softly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she cried. “Oh, Martin—I forgot—” She ran to him, held + him tight, face hidden in his breast. His hand rested on the clustering + brown curls, tenderly. + </p> + <p> + “Martin.” She raised her face to him. “Martin, it's GONE! I'm—ME + again! All ME! What happened? Where's Norhala?” + </p> + <p> + I started. Did she not know? Of course, lying bound as she had in the + vanished veils, she could have seen nothing of the stupendous tragedy + enacted beyond them—but had not Ventnor said that possessed by the + inexplicable obsession evoked by the weird woman Ruth had seen with her + eyes, thought with her mind? + </p> + <p> + And had there not been evidence that in her body had been echoed the + torments of Norhala's? Had she forgotten? I started to speak—was + checked by Ventnor's swift, warning glance. + </p> + <p> + “She's—over in the Pit,” he answered her quietly. “But do you + remember nothing, little sister?” + </p> + <p> + “There's something in my mind that's been rubbed out,” she replied. “I + remember the City of Cherkis—and your torture, Martin—and my + torture—” + </p> + <p> + Her face whitened; Ventnor's brow contracted anxiously. I knew for what he + watched—but Ruth's shamed face was all human; on it was no shadow + nor trace of that alien soul which so few hours since had threatened us. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she nodded, “I remember that. And I remember how Norhala repaid + them. I remember that I was glad, fiercely glad, and then I was tired—so + tired. And then—I come to the rubbed-out place,” she ended + perplexedly. + </p> + <p> + Deliberately, almost banally had I not realized his purpose, he changed + the subject. He held her from him at arm's length. + </p> + <p> + “Ruth!” he exclaimed, half mockingly, half reprovingly. “Don't you think + your morning negligee is just a little scanty even for this Godforsaken + corner of the earth?” + </p> + <p> + Lips parted in sheer astonishment, she looked at him. Then her eyes + dropped to her bare feet, her dimpled knees. She clasped her arms across + her breasts; rosy red turned all her fair skin. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!” And hid from Drake and me behind the tall figure + of her brother. + </p> + <p> + I walked over to the pile of silken stuffs, took the cloak and tossed it + to her. Ventnor pointed to the saddlebags. + </p> + <p> + “You've another outfit there, Ruth,” he said. “We'll take a turn through + the place. Call us when you're ready. We'll get something to eat and go + see what's happening—out there.” + </p> + <p> + She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of the hall into the + chamber that had been Norhala's. There we halted, Drake eyeing Martin with + a certain embarrassment. The older man thrust out his hand to him. + </p> + <p> + “I knew it, Drake,” he said. “Ruth told me all about it when Cherkis had + us. And I'm very glad. It's time she was having a home of her own and not + running around the lost places with me. I'll miss her—miss her + damnably, of course. But I'm glad, boy—glad!” + </p> + <p> + There was a little silence while each looked deep into each other's + hearts. Then Ventnor dropped Dick's hand. + </p> + <p> + “And that's all of THAT,” he said. “The problem before us is—how are + we going to get back home?” + </p> + <p> + “The—THING—is dead.” I spoke from an absolute conviction that + surprised me, based as it was upon no really tangible, known evidence. + </p> + <p> + “I think so,” he said. “No—I KNOW so. Yet even if we can pass over + its body, how can we climb out of its lair? That slide down which we rode + with Norhala is unclimbable. The walls are unscalable. And there is that + chasm—she—spanned for us. How can we cross THAT? The tunnel to + the ruins was sealed. There remains of possible roads the way through the + forest to what was the City of Cherkis. Frankly I am loathe to take it. + </p> + <p> + “I am not at all sure that all the armored men were slain—that some + few may not have escaped and be lurking there. It would be short shrift + for us if we fell into their hands now.” + </p> + <p> + “And I'm not sure of THAT,” objected Drake. “I think their pep and push + must be pretty thoroughly knocked out—if any do remain. I think if + they saw us coming they'd beat it so fast that they'd smoke with the + friction.” + </p> + <p> + “There's something to that,” Ventnor smiled. “Still I'm not keen on taking + the chance. At any rate, the first thing to do is to see what happened + down there in the Pit. Maybe we'll have some other idea after that.” + </p> + <p> + “I know what happened there,” announced Drake, surprisingly. “It was a + short circuit!” + </p> + <p> + We gaped at him, mystified. + </p> + <p> + “Burned out!” said Drake. “Every damned one of them—burned out. What + were they, after all? A lot of living dynamos. Dynamotors—rather. + And all of a sudden they had too much juice turned on. Bang went their + insulations—whatever they were. + </p> + <p> + “Bang went they. Burned out—short circuited. I don't pretend to know + why or how. Nonsense! I do know. The cones were some kind of immensely + concentrated force—electric, magnetic; either or both or more. I + myself believe that they were probably solid—in a way of speaking—coronium. + </p> + <p> + “If about twenty of the greatest scientists the world has ever known are + right, coronium is—well, call it curdled energy. The electric + potentiality of Niagara in a pin point of dust of yellow fire. All right—they + or IT lost control. Every pin point swelled out into a Niagara. And as it + did so, it expanded from a controlled dust dot to an uncontrolled cataract—in + other words, its energy was unleashed and undammed. + </p> + <p> + “Very well—what followed? What HAD to follow? Every living battery + of block and globe and spike was supercharged and went—blooey. The + valley must have been some sweet little volcano while that short + circuiting was going on. All right—let's go down and see what it did + to your unclimbable slide and unscalable walls, Ventnor. I'm not sure we + won't be able to get out that way.” + </p> + <p> + “Come on; everything's ready,” Ruth was calling; her summoning blocked any + objection we might have raised to Drake's argument. + </p> + <p> + It was no dryad, no distressed pagan clad maid we saw as we passed back + into the room of the pool. In knickerbockers and short skirt, prim and + self-possessed, rebellious curls held severely in place by close-fitting + cap and slender feet stoutly shod, Ruth hovered over the steaming kettle + swung above the spirit lamp. + </p> + <p> + And she was very silent as we hastily broke fast. Nor when we had finished + did she go to Drake. She clung close to her brother and beside him as we + set forth down the roadway, through the rain, toward the ledge between the + cliffs where the veils had shimmered. + </p> + <p> + Hotter and hotter it grew as we advanced; the air steamed like a Turkish + bath. The mists clustered so thickly that at last we groped forward step + by step, holding to each other. + </p> + <p> + “No use,” gasped Ventnor. “We couldn't see. We'll have to turn back.” + </p> + <p> + “Burned out!” said Dick. “Didn't I tell you? The whole valley was a + volcano. And with that deluge falling in it—why wouldn't there be a + fog? It's why there IS a fog. We'll have to wait until it clears.” + </p> + <p> + We trudged back to the blue globe. + </p> + <p> + All that day the rain fell. Throughout the few remaining hours of daylight + we wandered over the house of Norhala, examining its most interesting + contents, or sat theorizing, discussing all phases of the phenomena we had + witnessed. + </p> + <p> + We told Ruth what had occurred after she had thrown in her lot with + Norhala; and of the enigmatic struggle between the glorious Disk and the + sullenly flaming Thing I have called the Keeper. + </p> + <p> + We told her of the entombment of Norhala. + </p> + <p> + When she heard that she wept. + </p> + <p> + “She was sweet,” she sobbed; “she was lovely. And she was beautiful. + Dearly she loved me. I KNOW she loved me. Oh, I know that we and ours and + that which was hers could not share the world together. But it comes to me + that Earth would have been far less poisonous with those that were + Norhala's than it is with us and ours!” + </p> + <p> + Weeping, she passed through the curtainings, going we knew to Norhala's + chamber. + </p> + <p> + It was a strange thing indeed that she had said, I thought, watching her + go. That the garden of the world would be far less poisonous blossoming + with those Things of wedded crystal and metal and magnetic fires than + fertile as now with us of flesh and blood and bone. To me came + appreciations of their harmonies, and mingled with those perceptions were + others of humanity—disharmonious, incoordinate, ever struggling, + ever striving to destroy itself— + </p> + <p> + There was a plaintive whinnying at the open door. A long and hairy face, a + pair of patient, inquiring eyes looked in. It was a pony. For a moment it + regarded us—and then trotted trustfully through; ambled up to us; + poked its head against my side. + </p> + <p> + It had been ridden by one of the Persians whom Ruth had killed, for under + it, slipped from the girths, a saddle dangled. And its owner must have + been kind to it—we knew that from its lack of fear for us. Driven by + the tempest of the night before, it had been led back by instinct to the + protection of man. + </p> + <p> + “Some luck!” breathed Drake. + </p> + <p> + He busied himself with the pony, stripping away the hanging saddle, + grooming it. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. SLAG! + </h2> + <p> + That night we slept well. Awakening, we found that the storm had grown + violent again; the wind roaring and the rain falling in such volume that + it was impossible to make our way to the Pit. Twice, as a matter of fact, + we tried; but the smooth roadway was a torrent, and, drenched even through + our oils to the skin, we at last abandoned the attempt. Ruth and Drake + drifted away together among the other chambers of the globe; they were + absorbed in themselves, and we did not thrust ourselves upon them. All the + day the torrents fell. + </p> + <p> + We sat down that night to what was well-nigh the last of Ventnor's stores. + Seemingly Ruth had forgotten Norhala; at least, she spoke no more of her. + </p> + <p> + “Martin,” she said, “can't we start back tomorrow? I want to get away. I + want to get back to our own world.” + </p> + <p> + “As soon as the storm ceases, Ruth,” he answered, “we start. Little sister—I + too want you to get back quickly.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning the storm had gone. We awakened soon after dawn into + clear and brilliant light. We had a silent and hurried breakfast. The + saddlebags were packed and strapped upon the pony. Within them were what + we could carry of souvenirs from Norhala's home—a suit of lacquered + armor, a pair of cloaks and sandals, the jeweled combs. Ruth and Drake at + the side of the pony, Ventnor and I leading, we set forth toward the Pit. + </p> + <p> + “We'll probably have to come back, Walter,” he said. “I don't believe the + place is passable.” + </p> + <p> + I pointed—we were then just over the threshold of the elfin globe. + Where the veils had stretched between the perpendicular pillars of the + cliffs was now a wide and ragged-edged opening. + </p> + <p> + The roadway which had run so smoothly through the scarps was blocked by a + thousand foot barrier. Over it, beyond it, I could see through the + crystalline clarity of the air the opposing walls. + </p> + <p> + “We can climb it,” Ventnor said. We passed on and reached the base of the + barrier. An avalanche had dropped there; the barricade was the debris of + the torn cliffs, their dust, their pebbles, their boulders. We toiled up; + we reached the crest; we looked down upon the valley. + </p> + <p> + When first we had seen it we had gazed upon a sea of radiance pierced with + lanced forests, swept with gigantic gonfalons of flame; we had seen it + emptied of its fiery mists—a vast slate covered with the chirography + of a mathematical god; we had seen it filled with the symboling of the + Metal Hordes and dominated by the colossal integrate hieroglyph of the + living City; we had seen it as a radiant lake over which brooded weird + suns; a lake of yellow flame froth upon which a sparkling hail fell, + within which reared islanded towers and a drowning mount running with + cataracts of sun fires; here we had watched a goddess woman, a being half + of earth, half of the unknown immured within a living tomb—a dying + tomb—of flaming mysteries; had seen a cross-shaped metal Satan, a + sullen flaming crystal Judas betray—itself. + </p> + <p> + Where we had peered into the unfathomable, had glimpsed the infinite, had + heard and had seen the inexplicable, now was— + </p> + <p> + Slag! + </p> + <p> + The amethystine ring from which had been streamed the circling veils was + cracked and blackened; like a seam of coal it had stretched around the Pit—a + crown of mourning. The veils were gone. The floor of the valley was + fissured and blackened; its patterns, its writings burned away. As far as + we could see stretched a sea of slag—coal black, vitrified and dead. + </p> + <p> + Here and there black hillocks sprawled; huge pillars arose, bent and + twisted as though they had been jettings of lava cooled into rigidity + before they could sink back or break. These shapes clustered most thickly + around an immense calcified mound. They were what were left of the + battling Hordes, and the mound was what had been the Metal Monster. + </p> + <p> + Somewhere there were the ashes of Norhala, sealed by fire in the urn of + the Metal Emperor! + </p> + <p> + From side to side of the Pit, in broken beaches and waves and hummocks, in + blackened, distorted tusks and warped towerings, reaching with hideous + pathos in thousands of forms toward the charred mound, was only slag. + </p> + <p> + From rifts and hollows still filled with water little wreaths of steam + drifted. In those futile wraiths of vapor was all that remained of the + might of the Metal Monster. + </p> + <p> + Catastrophe I had expected, tragedy I knew we would find—but I had + looked for nothing so filled with the abomination of desolation, so + frightful as was this. + </p> + <p> + “Burned out!” muttered Drake. “Short-circuited and burned out! Like a + dynamo—like an electric light!” + </p> + <p> + “Destiny!” said Ventnor. “Destiny! Not yet was the hour struck for man to + relinquish his sovereignty over the world. Destiny!” + </p> + <p> + We began to pick our way down the heaped debris and out upon the plain. + For all that day and part of another we searched for an opening out of the + Pit. + </p> + <p> + Everywhere was the incredible calcification. The surfaces that had been + the smooth metallic carapaces with the tiny eyes deep within them, + crumbled beneath the lightest blow. Not long would it be until under wind + and rain they dissolved into dust and mud. + </p> + <p> + And it grew increasingly obvious that Drake's theory of the destruction + was correct. The Monster had been one prodigious magnet—or, rather, + a prodigious dynamo. By magnetism, by electricity, it had lived and had + been activated. + </p> + <p> + Whatever the force of which the cones were built and that I have likened + to energy-made material, it was certainly akin to electromagnetic + energies. + </p> + <p> + When, in the cataclysm, that force was diffused there had been created a + magnetic field of incredible intensity; had been concentrated an electric + charge of inconceivable magnitude. + </p> + <p> + Discharging, it had blasted the Monster—short-circuited it, and + burned it out. + </p> + <p> + But what was it that had led up to the cataclysm? What was it that had + turned the Metal Monster upon itself? What disharmony had crept into that + supernal order to set in motion the machinery of disintegration? + </p> + <p> + We could only conjecture. The cruciform Shape I have named the Keeper was + the agent of destruction—of that there could be no doubt. In the + enigmatic organism which while many still was one and which, retaining its + integrity as a whole could dissociate manifold parts yet still as a whole + maintain an unseen contact and direction over them through miles of space, + the Keeper had its place, its work, its duties. + </p> + <p> + So too had that wondrous Disk whose visible and concentrate power, whose + manifest leadership, had made us name it emperor. + </p> + <p> + And had not Norhala called the Disk—Ruler? + </p> + <p> + What were the responsibilities of these twain to the mass of the organism + of which they were such important units? What were the laws they + administered, the laws they must obey? + </p> + <p> + Something certainly of that mysterious law which Maeterlinck has called + the spirit of the Hive—and something infinitely greater, like that + which governs the swarming sun bees of Hercules' clustered orbs. + </p> + <p> + Had there evolved within the Keeper of the Cones—guardian and + engineer as it seemed to have been—ambition? + </p> + <p> + Had there risen within it a determination to wrest power from the Disk, to + take its place as Ruler? + </p> + <p> + How else explain that conflict I had sensed when the Emperor had plucked + Drake and me from the Keeper's grip that night following the orgy of the + feeding? + </p> + <p> + How else explain that duel in the shattered Hall of the Cones whose end + had been the signal for the final cataclysm? + </p> + <p> + How else explain the alinement of the cubes behind the Keeper against the + globes and pyramids remaining loyal to the will of the Disk? + </p> + <p> + We discussed this, Ventnor and I. + </p> + <p> + “This world,” he mused, “is a place of struggle. Air and sea and land and + all things that dwell within and on them must battle for life. Earth not + Mars is the planet of war. I have a theory”—he hesitated—“that + the magnetic currents which are the nerve force of this globe of ours were + what fed the Metal Things. + </p> + <p> + “Within those currents is the spirit of earth. And always they have been + supercharged with strife, with hatreds, warfare. Were these drawn in by + the Things as they fed? Did it happen that the Keeper became—TUNED—to + them? That it absorbed and responded to them, growing even more sensitive + to these forces—until it reflected humanity?” + </p> + <p> + “Who knows, Goodwin—who can tell?” + </p> + <p> + Enigma, unless the explanations I have hazarded be accepted, must remain + that monstrous suicide. Enigma, save for inconclusive theories, must + remain the question of the Monster's origin. + </p> + <p> + If answers there were, they were lost forever in the slag we trod. + </p> + <p> + It was afternoon of the second day that we found a rift in the blasted + wall of the valley. We decided to try it. We had not dared to take the + road by which Norhala had led us into the City. + </p> + <p> + The giant slide was broken and climbable. But even if we could have passed + safely through the tunnel of the abyss there still was left the chasm over + which we could have thrown no bridge. And if we could have bridged it + still at that road's end was the cliff whose shaft Norhala had sealed with + her lightnings. + </p> + <p> + So we entered the rift. + </p> + <p> + Of our wanderings thereafter I need not write. From the rift we emerged + into a maze of the valleys, and after a month in that wilderness, living + upon what game we could shoot, we found a road that led us into Gyantse. + </p> + <p> + In another six weeks we were home in America. + </p> + <p> + My story is finished. + </p> + <p> + There in the Trans-Himalayan wilderness is the blue globe that was the + weird home of the lightning witch—and looking back I feel now she + could not have been all woman. + </p> + <p> + There is the vast pit with its coronet of fantastic peaks; its symboled, + calcined floor and the crumbling body of the inexplicable, the incredible + Thing which, alive, was the shadow of extinction, annihilation, hovering + to hurl itself upon humanity. That shadow is gone; that pall withdrawn. + </p> + <p> + But to me—to each of us four who saw those phenomena—their + lesson remains, ineradicable; giving a new strength and purpose to us, + teaching us a new humility. + </p> + <p> + For in that vast crucible of life of which we are so small a part, what + other Shapes may even now be rising to submerge us? + </p> + <p> + In that vast reservoir of force that is the mystery-filled infinite + through which we roll, what other shadows may be speeding upon us? + </p> + <p> + Who knows? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Metal Monster, by A. 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Merritt + +Release Date: September, 2002 [Etext #3479] +Posting Date: October 12, 2009 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE METAL MONSTER *** + + + + +Produced by Judy Boss + + + + + +THE METAL MONSTER + + +By A. Merritt + + + + +PROLOGUE + +Before the narrative which follows was placed in my hands, I had never +seen Dr. Walter T. Goodwin, its author. + +When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre-historic +ruins of the Nan-Matal in the Carolines (The Moon Pool) had been given +me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision +to meet the requirements of a popular presentation, Dr. Goodwin had left +America. He had explained that he was still too shaken, too depressed, +to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them +freshened memories of those whom he loved so well and from whom, he +felt, he was separated in all probability forever. + +I had understood that he had gone to some remote part of Asia to pursue +certain botanical studies, and it was therefore with the liveliest +surprise and interest that I received a summons from the President of +the Association to meet Dr. Goodwin at a designated place and hour. + +Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had formed a mental +image of their writer. I had read, too, those volumes of botanical +research which have set him high above all other American scientists in +this field, gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely +technical observations and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic +descriptions, hints to amplify my picture of him. It gratified me to +find I had drawn a pretty good one. + +The man to whom the President of the Association introduced me was +sturdy, well-knit, a little under average height. He had a broad but +rather low forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical +wizard Steinmetz. Under level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel, +kindly, shrewd, a little wistful, lightly humorous; the eyes both of a +doer and a dreamer. + +Not more than forty I judged him to be. A close-trimmed, pointed beard +did not hide the firm chin and the clean-cut mouth. His hair was thick +and black and oddly sprinkled with white; small streaks and dots of +gleaming silver that shone with a curiously metallic luster. + +His right arm was closely bound to his breast. His manner as he greeted +me was tinged with shyness. He extended his left hand in greeting, and +as I clasped the fingers I was struck by their peculiar, pronounced, yet +pleasant warmth; a sensation, indeed, curiously electric. + +The Association's President forced him gently back into his chair. + +"Dr. Goodwin," he said, turning to me, "is not entirely recovered as +yet from certain consequences of his adventures. He will explain to you +later what these are. In the meantime, Mr. Merritt, will you read this?" + +I took the sheets he handed me, and as I read them felt the gaze of Dr. +Goodwin full upon me, searching, weighing, estimating. When I raised my +eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression. The shyness was +gone; they were filled with complete friendliness. Evidently I had +passed muster. + +"You will accept, sir?" It was the president's gravely courteous tone. + +"Accept!" I exclaimed. "Why, of course, I accept. It is not only one of +the greatest honors, but to me one of the greatest delights to act as a +collaborator with Dr. Goodwin." + +The president smiled. + +"In that case, sir, there is no need for me to remain longer," he said. +"Dr. Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has progressed +with it. I will leave you two alone for your discussion." + +He bowed to us and, picking up his old-fashioned bell-crowned silk hat +and his quaint, heavy cane of ebony, withdrew. Dr. Goodwin turned to me. + +"I will start," he said, after a little pause, "from when I met Richard +Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a great prayer-rug at +the gray feet of the nameless mountain." + +The sun sank, the shadows fell, the lights of the city sparkled out, for +hours New York roared about me unheeded while I listened to the tale +of that utterly weird, stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown +creatures, unknown forces, and of unconquerable human heroism played +among the hidden gorges of unknown Asia. + +It was dawn when I left him for my own home. Nor was it for many +hours after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript down and sought +sleep--and found a troubled sleep. + +A. MERRITT + + + + +CHAPTER I. VALLEY OF THE BLUE POPPIES + +In this great crucible of life we call the world--in the vaster one we +call the universe--the mysteries lie close packed, uncountable as grains +of sand on ocean's shores. They thread gigantic, the star-flung spaces; +they creep, atomic, beneath the microscope's peering eye. They walk +beside us, unseen and unheard, calling out to us, asking why we are deaf +to their crying, blind to their wonder. + +Sometimes the veils drop from a man's eyes, and he sees--and speaks of +his vision. Then those who have not seen pass him by with the lifted +brows of disbelief, or they mock him, or if his vision has been great +enough they fall upon and destroy him. + +For the greater the mystery, the more bitterly is its verity assailed; +upon what seem the lesser a man may give testimony and at least gain for +himself a hearing. + +There is reason for this. Life is a ferment, and upon and about it, +shifting and changing, adding to or taking away, beat over legions of +forces, seen and unseen, known and unknown. And man, an atom in the +ferment, clings desperately to what to him seems stable; nor greets with +joy him who hazards that what he grips may be but a broken staff, and, +so saying, fails to hold forth a sturdier one. + +Earth is a ship, plowing her way through uncharted oceans of space +wherein are strange currents, hidden shoals and reefs, and where blow +the unknown winds of Cosmos. + +If to the voyagers, painfully plotting their course, comes one who cries +that their charts must be remade, nor can tell WHY they must be--that +man is not welcome--no! + +Therefore it is that men have grown chary of giving testimony upon +mysteries. Yet knowing each in his own heart the truth of that vision he +has himself beheld, lo, it is that in whose reality he most believes. + +The spot where I had encamped was of a singular beauty; so beautiful +that it caught the throat and set an ache within the breast--until from +it a tranquillity distilled that was like healing mist. + +Since early March I had been wandering. It was now mid-July. And for the +first time since my pilgrimage had begun I drank--not of forgetfulness, +for that could never be--but of anodyne for a sorrow which had held fast +upon me since my return from the Carolines a year before. + +No need to dwell here upon that--it has been written. Nor shall I recite +the reasons for my restlessness--for these are known to those who have +read that history of mine. Nor is there cause to set forth at length the +steps by which I had arrived at this vale of peace. + +Sufficient is to tell that in New York one night, reading over what is +perhaps the most sensational of my books--"The Poppies and Primulas of +Southern Tibet," the result of my travels of 1910-1911, I determined to +return to that quiet, forbidden land. There, if anywhere, might I find +something akin to forgetting. + +There was a certain flower which I long had wished to study in its +mutations from the singular forms appearing on the southern slopes of +the Elburz--Persia's mountainous chain that extends from Azerbaijan +in the west to Khorasan in the east; from thence I would follow its +modified types in the Hindu-Kush ranges and its migrations along the +southern scarps of the Trans-Himalayas--the unexplored upheaval, higher +than the Himalayas themselves, more deeply cut with precipice and gorge, +which Sven Hedin had touched and named on his journey to Lhasa. + +Having accomplished this, I planned to push across the passes to the +Manasarowar Lakes, where, legend has it, the strange, luminous purple +lotuses grow. + +An ambitious project, undeniably fraught with danger; but it is +written that desperate diseases require desperate remedies, and until +inspiration or message how to rejoin those whom I had loved so dearly +came to me, nothing less, I felt, could dull my heartache. + +And, frankly, feeling that no such inspiration or message could come, I +did not much care as to the end. + +In Teheran I had picked up a most unusual servant; yes, more than this, +a companion and counselor and interpreter as well. + +He was a Chinese; his name Chiu-Ming. His first thirty years had been +spent at the great Lamasery of Palkhor-Choinde at Gyantse, west of +Lhasa. Why he had gone from there, how he had come to Teheran, I never +asked. It was most fortunate that he had gone, and that I had found him. +He recommended himself to me as the best cook within ten thousand miles +of Pekin. + +For almost three months we had journeyed; Chiu-Ming and I and the two +ponies that carried my impedimenta. + +We had traversed mountain roads which had echoed to the marching feet of +the hosts of Darius, to the hordes of the Satraps. The highways of the +Achaemenids--yes, and which before them had trembled to the tramplings +of the myriads of the godlike Dravidian conquerors. + +We had slipped over ancient Iranian trails; over paths which the +warriors of conquering Alexander had traversed; dust of bones of +Macedons, of Greeks, of Romans, beat about us; ashes of the flaming +ambitions of the Sassanidae whimpered beneath our feet--the feet of an +American botanist, a Chinaman, two Tibetan ponies. We had crept through +clefts whose walls had sent back the howlings of the Ephthalites, the +White Huns who had sapped the strength of these same proud Sassanids +until at last both fell before the Turks. + +Over the highways and byways of Persia's glory, Persia's shame and +Persia's death we four--two men, two beasts--had passed. For a fortnight +we had met no human soul, seen no sign of human habitation. + +Game had been plentiful--green things Chiu-Ming might lack for his +cooking, but meat never. About us was a welter of mighty summits. We +were, I knew, somewhere within the blending of the Hindu-Kush with the +Trans-Himalayas. + +That morning we had come out of a ragged defile into this valley of +enchantment, and here, though it had been so early, I had pitched my +tent, determining to go no farther till the morrow. + +It was a Phocean vale; a gigantic cup filled with tranquillity. A spirit +brooded over it, serene, majestic, immutable--like the untroubled calm +which rests, the Burmese believe, over every place which has guarded the +Buddha, sleeping. + +At its eastern end towered the colossal scarp of the unnamed peak +through one of whose gorges we had crept. On his head was a cap of +silver set with pale emeralds--the snow fields and glaciers that crowned +him. Far to the west another gray and ochreous giant reared its bulk, +closing the vale. North and south, the horizon was a chaotic sky land of +pinnacles, spired and minareted, steepled and turreted and domed, each +diademed with its green and argent of eternal ice and snow. + +And all the valley was carpeted with the blue poppies in wide, unbroken +fields, luminous as the morning skies of mid-June; they rippled mile +after mile over the path we had followed, over the still untrodden path +which we must take. They nodded, they leaned toward each other, they +seemed to whisper--then to lift their heads and look up like crowding +swarms of little azure fays, half impudently, wholly trustfully, into +the faces of the jeweled giants standing guard over them. And when the +little breeze walked upon them it was as though they bent beneath the +soft tread and were brushed by the sweeping skirts of unseen, hastening +Presences. + +Like a vast prayer-rug, sapphire and silken, the poppies stretched +to the gray feet of the mountain. Between their southern edge and +the clustering summits a row of faded brown, low hills knelt--like +brown-robed, withered and weary old men, backs bent, faces hidden +between outstretched arms, palms to the earth and brows touching earth +within them--in the East's immemorial attitude of worship. + +I half expected them to rise--and as I watched a man appeared on one of +the bowed, rocky shoulders, abruptly, with the ever-startling suddenness +which in the strange light of these latitudes objects spring into +vision. As he stood scanning my camp there arose beside him a laden +pony, and at its head a Tibetan peasant. The first figure waved its +hand; came striding down the hill. + +As he approached I took stock of him. A young giant, three good inches +over six feet, a vigorous head with unruly clustering black hair; a +clean-cut, clean-shaven American face. + +"I'm Dick Drake," he said, holding out his hand. "Richard Keen Drake, +recently with Uncle's engineers in France." + +"My name is Goodwin." I took his hand, shook it warmly. "Dr. Walter T. +Goodwin." + +"Goodwin the botanist--? Then I know you!" he exclaimed. "Know all +about you, that is. My father admired your work greatly. You knew +him--Professor Alvin Drake." + +I nodded. So he was Alvin Drake's son. Alvin, I knew, had died about a +year before I had started on this journey. But what was his son doing in +this wilderness? + +"Wondering where I came from?" he answered my unspoken question. "Short +story. War ended. Felt an irresistible desire for something different. +Couldn't think of anything more different from Tibet--always wanted to +go there anyway. Went. Decided to strike over toward Turkestan. And here +I am." + +I felt at once a strong liking for this young giant. No doubt, +subconsciously, I had been feeling the need of companionship with my own +kind. I even wondered, as I led the way into my little camp, whether he +would care to join fortunes with me in my journeyings. + +His father's work I knew well, and although this stalwart lad was unlike +what one would have expected Alvin Drake--a trifle dried, precise, +wholly abstracted with his experiments--to beget, still, I reflected, +heredity like the Lord sometimes works in mysterious ways its wonders to +perform. + +It was almost with awe that he listened to me instruct Chiu-Ming as to +just how I wanted supper prepared, and his gaze dwelt fondly upon the +Chinese busy among his pots and pans. + +We talked a little, desultorily, as the meal was prepared--fragments of +traveler's news and gossip, as is the habit of journeyers who come upon +each other in the silent places. Ever the speculation grew in his face +as he made away with Chiu-Ming's artful concoctions. + +Drake sighed, drawing out his pipe. + +"A cook, a marvel of a cook. Where did you get him?" + +Briefly I told him. + +Then a silence fell upon us. Suddenly the sun dipped down behind the +flank of the stone giant guarding the valley's western gate; the whole +vale swiftly darkened--a flood of crystal-clear shadows poured within +it. It was the prelude to that miracle of unearthly beauty seen nowhere +else on this earth--the sunset of Tibet. + +We turned expectant eyes to the west. A little, cool breeze raced down +from the watching steeps like a messenger, whispered to the nodding +poppies, sighed and was gone. The poppies were still. High overhead a +homing kite whistled, mellowly. + +As if it were a signal there sprang out in the pale azure of the western +sky row upon row of cirrus cloudlets, rank upon rank of them, thrusting +their heads into the path of the setting sun. They changed from mottled +silver into faint rose, deepened to crimson. + +"The dragons of the sky drink the blood of the sunset," said Chiu-Ming. + +As though a gigantic globe of crystal had dropped upon the heavens, +their blue turned swiftly to a clear and glowing amber--then as abruptly +shifted to a luminous violet A soft green light pulsed through the +valley. + +Under it, like hills ensorcelled, the rocky walls about it seemed to +flatten. They glowed and all at once pressed forward like gigantic +slices of palest emerald jade, translucent, illumined, as though by a +circlet of little suns shining behind them. + +The light faded, robes of deepest amethyst dropped around the mountain's +mighty shoulders. And then from every snow and glacier-crowned peak, +from minaret and pinnacle and towering turret, leaped forth a confusion +of soft peacock flames, a host of irised prismatic gleamings, an ordered +chaos of rainbows. + +Great and small, interlacing and shifting, they ringed the valley with +an incredible glory--as if some god of light itself had touched the +eternal rocks and bidden radiant souls stand forth. + +Through the darkening sky swept a rosy pencil of living light; that +utterly strange, pure beam whose coming never fails to clutch the throat +of the beholder with the hand of ecstasy, the ray which the Tibetans +name the Ting-Pa. For a moment this rosy finger pointed to the east, +then arched itself, divided slowly into six shining, rosy bands; began +to creep downward toward the eastern horizon where a nebulous, pulsing +splendor arose to meet it. + +And as we watched I heard a gasp from Drake. And it was echoed by my +own. + +For the six beams were swaying, moving with ever swifter motion from +side to side in ever-widening sweep, as though the hidden orb from which +they sprang were swaying like a pendulum. + +Faster and faster the six high-flung beams swayed--and then broke--broke +as though a gigantic, unseen hand had reached up and snapped them! + +An instant the severed ends ribboned aimlessly, then bent, turned down +and darted earthward into the welter of clustered summits at the north +and swiftly were gone, while down upon the valley fell night. + +"Good God!" whispered Drake. "It was as though something reached up, +broke those rays and drew them down--like threads." + +"I saw it." I struggled with bewilderment. "I saw it. But I never saw +anything like it before," I ended, most inadequately. + +"It was PURPOSEFUL," he whispered. "It was DELIBERATE. As though +something reached up, juggled with the rays, broke them, and drew them +down like willow withes." + +"The devils that dwell here!" quavered Chiu-Ming. + +"Some magnetic phenomenon." I was half angry at myself for my own touch +of panic. "Light can be deflected by passage through a magnetic field. +Of course that's it. Certainly." + +"I don't know." Drake's tone was doubtful indeed. "It would take a whale +of a magnetic field to have done THAT--it's inconceivable." He harked +back to his first idea. "It was so--so DAMNED deliberate," he repeated. + +"Devils--" muttered the frightened Chinese. + +"What's that?" Drake gripped my arm and pointed to the north. A deeper +blackness had grown there while we had been talking, a pool of darkness +against which the mountain summits stood out, blade-sharp edges faintly +luminous. + +A gigantic lance of misty green fire darted from the blackness and +thrust its point into the heart of the zenith; following it, leaped into +the sky a host of the sparkling spears of light, and now the blackness +was like an ebon hand, brandishing a thousand javelins of tinseled +flame. + +"The aurora," I said. + +"It ought to be a good one," mused Drake, gaze intent upon it. "Did you +notice the big sun spot?" + +I shook my head. + +"The biggest I ever saw. Noticed it first at dawn this morning. Some +little aurora lighter--that spot. I told you--look at that!" he cried. + +The green lances had fallen back. The blackness gathered itself +together--then from it began to pulse billows of radiance, spangled with +infinite darting swarms of flashing corpuscles like uncounted hosts of +dancing fireflies. + +Higher the waves rolled--phosphorescent green and iridescent violet, +weird copperous yellows and metallic saffrons and a shimmer of +glittering ash of rose--then wavered, split and formed into gigantic, +sparkling, marching curtains of splendor. + +A vast circle of light sprang out upon the folds of the flickering, +rushing curtains. Misty at first, its edges sharpened until they rested +upon the blazing glory of the northern sky like a pale ring of cold +flame. And about it the aurora began to churn, to heap itself, to +revolve. + +Toward the ring from every side raced the majestic folds, drew +themselves together, circled, seethed around it like foam of fire about +the lip of a cauldron, and poured through the shining circle as though +it were the mouth of that fabled cavern where old Aeolus sits blowing +forth and breathing back the winds that sweep the earth. + +Yes--into the ring's mouth the aurora flew, cascading in a columned +stream to earth. Then swiftly, a mist swept over all the heavens, veiled +that incredible cataract. + +"Magnetism?" muttered Drake. "I guess NOT!" + +"It struck about where the Ting-Pa was broken and seemed drawn down like +the rays," I said. + +"Purposeful," Drake said. "And devilish. It hit on all my nerves like +a--like a metal claw. Purposeful and deliberate. There was intelligence +behind that." + +"Intelligence? Drake--what intelligence could break the rays of the +setting sun and suck down the aurora?" + +"I don't know," he answered. + +"Devils," croaked Chiu-Ming. "The devils that defied Buddha--and have +grown strong--" + +"Like a metal claw!" breathed Drake. + +Far to the west a sound came to us; first a whisper, then a wild +rushing, a prolonged wailing, a crackling. A great light flashed +through the mist, glowed about us and faded. Again the wailing, the vast +rushing, the retreating whisper. + +Then silence and darkness dropped embraced upon the valley of the blue +poppies. + + + + +CHAPTER II. THE SIGIL ON THE ROCKS + +Dawn came. Drake had slept well. But I, who had not his youthful +resiliency, lay for long, awake and uneasy. I had hardly sunk into +troubled slumber before dawn awakened me. + +As we breakfasted, I approached directly that matter which my growing +liking for him was turning into strong desire. + +"Drake," I asked. "Where are you going?" + +"With you," he laughed. "I'm foot loose and fancy free. And I think you +ought to have somebody with you to help watch that cook. He might get +away." + +The idea seemed to appall him. + +"Fine!" I exclaimed heartily, and thrust out my hand to him. "I'm +thinking of striking over the range soon to the Manasarowar Lakes. +There's a curious flora I'd like to study." + +"Anywhere you say suits me," he answered. + +We clasped hands on our partnership and soon we were on our way to the +valley's western gate; our united caravans stringing along behind us. +Mile after mile we trudged through the blue poppies, discussing the +enigmas of the twilight and of the night. + +In the light of day their breath of vague terror was dissipated. +There was no place for mystery nor dread under this floor of brilliant +sunshine. The smiling sapphire floor rolled ever on before us. + +Whispering little playful breezes flew down the slopes to gossip for a +moment with the nodding flowers. Flocks of rose finches raced chattering +overhead to quarrel with the tiny willow warblers, the chi-u-teb-tok, +holding fief of the drooping, graceful bowers bending down to the little +laughing stream that for the past hour had chuckled and gurgled like a +friendly water baby beside us. + +I had proven, almost to my own satisfaction, that what we had beheld +had been a creation of the extraordinary atmospheric attributes of these +highlands, an atmosphere so unique as to make almost anything of the +kind possible. But Drake was not convinced. + +"I know," he said. "Of course I understand all that--superimposed layers +of warmer air that might have bent the ray; vortices in the higher +levels that might have produced just that effect of the captured aurora. +I admit it's all possible. I'll even admit it's all probable, but damn +me, Doc, if I BELIEVE it! I had too clearly the feeling of a CONSCIOUS +force, a something that KNEW exactly what it was doing--and had a REASON +for it." + +It was mid-afternoon. + +The spell of the valley upon us, we had gone leisurely. The western +mount was close, the mouth of the gorge through which we must pass, +now plain before us. It did not seem as though we could reach it before +dusk, and Drake and I were reconciled to spending another night in the +peaceful vale. Plodding along, deep in thought, I was startled by his +exclamation. + +He was staring at a point some hundred yards to his right. I followed +his gaze. + +The towering cliffs were a scant half mile away. At some distant time +there had been an enormous fall of rock. This, disintegrating, had +formed a gently-curving breast which sloped down to merge with the +valley's floor. Willow and witch alder, stunted birch and poplar +had found roothold, clothed it, until only their crowding outposts, +thrusting forward in a wavering semicircle, held back seemingly by the +blue hordes, showed where it melted into the meadows. + +In the center of this breast, beginning half way up its slopes and +stretching down into the flowered fields was a colossal imprint. + +Gray and brown, it stood out against the green and blue of slope and +level; a rectangle all of thirty feet wide, two hundred long, the +heel faintly curved and from its hither end, like claws, four slender +triangles radiating from it like twenty-four points of a ten-rayed star. + +Irresistibly was it like a footprint--but what thing was there whose +tread could leave such a print as this? + +I ran up the slope--Drake already well in advance. I paused at the +base of the triangles where, were this thing indeed a footprint, the +spreading claws sprang from the flat of it. + +The track was fresh. At its upper edges were clipped bushes and split +trees, the white wood of the latter showing where they had been sliced +as though by the stroke of a scimitar. + +I stepped out upon the mark. It was as level as though planed; bent down +and stared in utter disbelief of what my own eyes beheld. For stone +and earth had been crushed, compressed, into a smooth, microscopically +grained, adamantine complex, and in this matrix poppies still bearing +traces of their coloring were imbedded like fossils. A cyclone can and +does grip straws and thrust them unbroken through an inch board--but +what force was there which could take the delicate petals of a flower +and set them like inlay within the surface of a stone? + +Into my mind came recollection of the wailings, the crashings in the +night, of the weird glow that had flashed about us when the mist arose +to hide the chained aurora. + +"It was what we heard," I said. "The sounds--it was then that this was +made." + +"The foot of Shin-je!" Chiu-Ming's voice was tremulous. "The lord of +Hell has trodden here!" + +I translated for Drake's benefit. + +"Has the lord of Hell but one foot?" asked Dick, politely. + +"He bestrides the mountains," said Chiu-Ming. "On the far side is his +other footprint. Shin-je it was who strode the mountains and set here +his foot." + +Again I interpreted. + +Drake cast a calculating glance up to the cliff top. + +"Two thousand feet, about," he mused. "Well, if Shin-je is built in our +proportions that makes it about right. The length of this thing would +give him just about a two thousand foot leg. Yes--he could just about +straddle that hill." + +"You're surely not serious?" I asked in consternation. + +"What the hell!" he exclaimed, "am I crazy? This is no foot mark. How +could it be? Look at the mathematical nicety with which these edges are +stamped out--as though by a die-- + +"That's what it reminds me of--a die. It's as if some impossible power +had been used to press it down. Like--like a giant seal of metal in a +mountain's hand. A sigil--a seal--" + +"But why?" I asked. "What could be the purpose--" + +"Better ask where the devil such a force could be gotten together and +how it came here," he said. "Look--except for this one place there isn't +a mark anywhere. All the bushes and the trees, all the poppies and the +grass are just as they ought to be. + +"How did whoever or whatever it was that made this, get here and +get away without leaving any trace but this? Damned if I don't think +Chiu-Ming's explanation puts less strain upon the credulity than any I +could offer." + +I peered about. It was so. Except for the mark, there was no slightest +sign of the unusual, the abnormal. + +But the mark was enough! + +"I'm for pushing up a notch or two and getting into the gorge before +dark," he was voicing my own thought. "I'm willing to face anything +human--but I'm not keen to be pressed into a rock like a flower in a +maiden's book of poems." Just at twilight we drew out of the valley into +the pass. We traveled a full mile along it before darkness forced us to +make camp. The gorge was narrow. The far walls but a hundred feet away; +but we had no quarrel with them for their neighborliness, no! Their +solidity, their immutability, breathed confidence back into us. + +And after we had found a deep niche capable of holding the entire +caravan we filed within, ponies and all, I for one perfectly willing +thus to spend the night, let the air at dawn be what it would. We dined +within on bread and tea, and then, tired to the bone, sought each his +place upon the rocky floor. I slept well, waking only once or twice +by Chiu-Ming's groanings; his dreams evidently were none of the +pleasantest. If there was an aurora I neither knew nor cared. My slumber +was dreamless. + + + + +CHAPTER III. RUTH VENTNOR + +The dawn, streaming into the niche, awakened us. A covey of partridges +venturing too close yielded three to our guns. We breakfasted well, and +a little later were pushing on down the cleft. + +Its descent, though gradual, was continuous, and therefore I was not +surprised when soon we began to come upon evidences of semi-tropical +vegetation. Giant rhododendrons and tree ferns gave way to occasional +clumps of stately kopek and clumps of the hardier bamboos. We added a +few snow cocks to our larder--although they were out of their habitat, +flying down into the gorge from their peaks and table-lands for some +choice tidbit. + +All that day we marched on, and when at night we made camp, sleep came +to us quickly and overmastering. An hour after dawn we were on our way. +A brief stop we made for lunch; pressed forward. + +It was close to two when we caught the first sight of the ruins. + +The soaring, verdure-clad walls of the canyon had long been steadily +marching closer. Above, between their rims the wide ribbon of sky was +like a fantastically shored river, shimmering, dazzling; every cove +and headland edged with an opalescent glimmering as of shining pearly +beaches. + +And as though we were sinking in that sky stream's depths its light +kept lessening, darkening imperceptibly with luminous shadows of ghostly +beryl, drifting veils of pellucid aquamarine, limpid mists of glaucous +chrysolite. + +Fainter, more crepuscular became the light, yet never losing its +crystalline quality. Now the high overhead river was but a brook; became +a thread. Abruptly it vanished. + +We passed into a tunnel, fern walled, fern roofed, garlanded with tawny +orchids, gay with carmine fungus and golden moss. We stepped out into a +blaze of sunlight. + +Before us lay a wide green bowl held in the hands of the clustered +hills; shallow, circular, as though, while plastic still, the thumb +of God had run round its rim, shaping it. Around it the peaks crowded, +craning their lofty heads to peer within. + +It was about a mile in its diameter, this hollow, as my gaze then +measured it. It had three openings--one that lay like a crack in the +northeast slope; another, the tunnel mouth through which we had come. +The third lifted itself out of the bowl, creeping up the precipitous +bare scarp of the western barrier straight to the north, clinging to the +ochreous rock up and up until it vanished around a far distant shoulder. + +It was a wide and bulwarked road, a road that spoke as clearly as though +it had tongue of human hands which had cut it there in the mountain's +breast. An ancient road weary beyond belief beneath the tread of +uncounted years. + +From the hollow the blind soul of loneliness groped out to greet us! + +Never had I felt such loneliness as that which lapped the lip of the +verdant bowl. It was tangible--as though it had been poured from some +reservoir of misery. A pool of despair-- + + +Half the width of the valley away the ruins began. Weirdly were they its +visible expression. They huddled in two bent rows to the bottom. They +crouched in a wide cluster against the cliffs. From the cluster a +curving row of them ran along the southern crest of the hollow. + +A flight of shattered, cyclopean steps lifted to a ledge and here a +crumbling fortress stood. + +Irresistibly did the ruins seem a colossal hag, flung prone, lying +listlessly, helplessly, against the barrier's base. The huddled lower +ranks were the legs, the cluster the body, the upper row an outflung +arm and above the neck of the stairway the ancient fortress, rounded +and with two huge ragged apertures in its northern front was an aged, +bleached and withered head staring, watching. + +I looked at Drake--the spell of the bowl was heavy upon him, his face +drawn. The Chinaman and Tibetan were murmuring, terror written large +upon them. + +"A hell of a joint!" Drake turned to me, a shadow of a grin lightening +the distress on his face. "But I'd rather chance it than go back. What +d'you say?" + +I nodded, curiosity mastering my oppression. We stepped over the rim, +rifles on the alert. Close behind us crowded the two servants and the +ponies. + +The vale was shallow, as I have said. We trod the fragments of an olden +approach to the green tunnel so the descent was not difficult. Here and +there beside the path upreared huge broken blocks. On them I thought +I could see faint tracings as of carvings--now a suggestion of gaping, +arrow-fanged dragon jaws, now the outline of a scaled body, a hint of +enormous, batlike wings. + +Now we had reached the first of the crumbling piles that stretched down +into the valley's center. + +Half fainting, I fell against Drake, clutching to him for support. + +A stream of utter hopelessness was racing upon us, swirling and eddying +around us, reaching to our hearts with ghostly fingers dripping with +despair. From every shattered heap it seemed to pour, rushing down the +road upon us like a torrent, engulfing us, submerging, drowning. + +Unseen it was--yet tangible as water; it sapped the life from every +nerve. Weariness filled me, a desire to drop upon the stones, to be +rolled away. To die. I felt Drake's body quivering even as mine; knew +that he was drawing upon every reserve of strength. + +"Steady," he muttered. "Steady--" + +The Tibetan shrieked and fled, the ponies scrambling after him. Dimly +I remembered that mine carried precious specimens; a surge of anger +passed, beating back the anguish. I heard a sob from Chiu-Ming, saw him +drop. + +Drake stopped, drew him to his feet. We placed him between us, thrust +each an arm through his own. Then, like swimmers, heads bent, we pushed +on, buffeting that inexplicable invisible flood. + +As the path rose, its force lessened, my vitality grew, and the terrible +desire to yield and be swept away waned. Now we had reached the foot of +the cyclopean stairs, now we were half up them--and now as we struggled +out upon the ledge on which the watching fortress stood, the clutching +stream shoaled swiftly, the shoal became safe, dry land and the cheated, +unseen maelstrom swirled harmlessly beneath us. + +We stood erect, gasping for breath, again like swimmers who have fought +their utmost and barely, so barely, won. + +There was an almost imperceptible movement at the side of the ruined +portal. + +Out darted a girl. A rifle dropped from her hands. Straight she sped +toward me. + +And as she ran I recognized her. + +Ruth Ventnor! + +The flying figure reached me, threw soft arms around my neck, was +weeping in relieved gladness on my shoulder. + +"Ruth!" I cried. "What on earth are YOU doing here?" + +"Walter!" she sobbed. "Walter Goodwin--Oh, thank God! Thank God!" + +She drew herself from my arms, catching her breath; laughed shakily. + +I took swift stock of her. Save for fear upon her, she was the same Ruth +I had known three years before; wide, deep blue eyes that were now +all seriousness, now sparkling wells of mischief; petite, rounded and +tender; the fairest skin; an impudent little nose; shining clusters of +intractable curls; all human, sparkling and sweet. + +Drake coughed, insinuatingly. I introduced him. + +"I--I watched you struggling through that dreadful pit." She shuddered. +"I could not see who you were, did not know whether friend or enemy--but +oh, my heart almost died in pity for you, Walter," she breathed. "What +can it be--THERE?" + +I shook my head. + +"Martin could not see you," she went on. "He was watching the road that +leads above. But I ran down--to help." + +"Mart watching?" I asked. "Watching for what?" + +"I--" she hesitated oddly. "I think I'd rather tell you before him. It's +so strange--so incredible." + +She led us through the broken portal and into the fortress. It was more +gigantic even than I had thought. The floor of the vast chamber we +had entered was strewn with fragments fallen from the crackling, +stone-vaulted ceiling. Through the breaks light streamed from the level +above us. + +We picked our way among the debris to a wide crumbling stairway, crept +up it, Ruth flitting ahead. We came out opposite one of the eye-like +apertures. Black against it, perched high upon a pile of blocks, I +recognized the long, lean outline of Ventnor, rifle in hand, gazing +intently up the ancient road whose windings were plain through the +opening. He had not heard us. + +"Martin," called Ruth softly. + +He turned. A shaft of light from a crevice in the gap's edge struck his +face, flashing it out from the semidarkness of the corner in which he +crouched. I looked into the quiet gray eyes, upon the keen face. + +"Goodwin!" he shouted, tumbling down from his perch, shaking me by the +shoulders. "If I had been in the way of praying--you're the man I'd have +prayed for. How did you get here?" + +"Just wandering, Mart," I answered. "But Lord! I'm sure GLAD to see +you." + +"Which way did you come?" he asked, keenly. I threw my hand toward the +south. + +"Not through that hollow?" he asked incredulously. + +"And some hell of a place to get through," Drake broke in. "It cost us +our ponies and all my ammunition." + +"Richard Drake," I said. "Son of old Alvin--you knew him, Mart." + +"Knew him well," cried Ventnor, seizing Dick's hand. "Wanted me to go to +Kamchatka to get some confounded sort of stuff for one of his devilish +experiments. Is he well?" + +"He's dead," replied Dick soberly. + +"Oh!" said Ventnor. "Oh--I'm sorry. He was a great man." + +Briefly I acquainted him with my wanderings, my encounter with Drake. + +"That place out there--" he considered us thoughtfully. "Damned if I +know what it is. Thought maybe it's gas--of a sort. If it hadn't been +for it we'd have been out of this hole two days ago. I'm pretty sure it +must be gas. And it must be much less than it was this morning, for then +we made an attempt to get through again--and couldn't." + +I was hardly listening. Ventnor had certainly advanced a theory of our +unusual symptoms that had not occurred to me. That hollow might indeed +be a pocket into which a gas flowed; just as in the mines the deadly +coal damp collects in pits, flows like a stream along the passages. It +might be that--some odorless, colorless gas of unknown qualities; and +yet-- + +"Did you try respirators?" asked Dick. + +"Surely," said Ventnor. "First off the go. But they weren't of any use. +The gas, if it is gas, seems to operate as well through the skin as +through the nose and mouth. We just couldn't make it--and that's all +there is to it. But if you made it--could we try it now, do you think?" +he asked eagerly. + +I felt myself go white. + +"Not--not for a little while," I stammered. + +He nodded, understandingly. + +"I see," he said. "Well, we'll wait a bit, then." + +"But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the +mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?" asked Drake. + +"Go to it, Ruth," Ventnor grinned. "Tell 'em. After all--it was YOUR +party you know." + +"Mart!" she cried, blushing. + +"Well--it wasn't ME they admired," he laughed. + +"Martin!" she cried again, and stamped her foot. + +"Shoot," he said. "I'm busy. I've got to watch." + +"Well"--Ruth's voice was uncertain--"we'd been hunting up in Kashmir. +Martin wanted to come over somewhere here. So we crossed the passes. +That was about a month ago. The fourth day out we ran across what looked +like a road running south. + +"We thought we'd take it. It looked sort of old and lost--but it was +going the way we wanted to go. It took us first into a country of little +hills; then to the very base of the great range itself; finally into the +mountains--and then it ran blank." + +"Bing!" interjected Ventnor, looking around for a moment. "Bing--just +like that. Slap dash against a prodigious fall of rock. We couldn't get +over it." + +"So we cast about to find another road," went on Ruth. "All we could +strike were--just strikes." + +"No fish on the end of 'em," said Ventnor. "God! But I'm glad to see +you, Walter Goodwin. Believe me, I am. However--go on, Ruth." + +"At the end of the second week," she said, "we knew we were lost. We +were deep in the heart of the range. All around us was a forest of +enormous, snow-topped peaks. The gorges, the canyons, the valleys that +we tried led us east and west, north and south. + +"It was a maze, and in it we seemed to be going ever deeper. There was +not the SLIGHTEST sign of human life. It was as though no human beings +except ourselves had ever been there. Game was plentiful. We had no +trouble in getting food. And sooner or later, of course, we were bound +to find our way out. We didn't worry. + +"It was five nights ago that we camped at the head of a lovely little +valley. There was a mound that stood up like a tiny watch-tower, looking +down it. The trees grew round like tall sentinels. + +"We built our fire in that mound; and after we had eaten, Martin slept. +I sat watching the beauty of the skies and of the shadowy vale. I heard +no one approach--but something made me leap to my feet, look behind me. + +"A man was standing just within the glow of firelight, watching me." + +"A Tibetan?" I asked. She shook her head, trouble in her eyes. + +"Not at all." Ventnor turned his head. "Ruth screamed and awakened me. I +caught a glimpse of the fellow before he vanished. + +"A short purple mantle hung from his shoulders. His chest was covered +with fine chain mail. His legs were swathed and bound by the thongs of +his high buskins. He carried a small, round, hide-covered shield and a +short two-edged sword. His head was helmeted. He belonged, in fact--oh, +at least twenty centuries back." + +He laughed in plain enjoyment of our amazement. + +"Go on, Ruth," he said, and took up his watch. + +"But Martin did not see his face," she went on. "And oh, but I wish I +could forget it. It was as white as mine, Walter, and cruel, so cruel; +the eyes glowed and they looked upon me like a--like a slave dealer. +They shamed me--I wanted to hide myself. + + "I cried out and Martin awakened. As he moved, the +man stepped out of the light and was gone. I think he had not seen +Martin; had believed that I was alone. + +"We put out the fire, moved farther into the shadow of the trees. But +I could not sleep--I sat hour after hour, my pistol in my hand," she +patted the automatic in her belt, "my rifle close beside me. + +"The hours went by--dreadfully. At last I dozed. When I awakened again +it was dawn--and--and--" she covered her eyes, then: "TWO men were +looking down on me. One was he who had stood in the firelight." + +"They were talking," interrupted Ventnor again, "in archaic Persian." + +"Persian," I repeated blankly; "archaic Persian?" + +"Very much so," he nodded. "I've a fair knowledge of the modern tongue, +and a rather unusual command of Arabic. The modern Persian, as you know, +comes straight through from the speech of Xerxes, of Cyrus, of Darius +whom Alexander of Macedon conquered. It has been changed mainly by +taking on a load of Arabic words. Well--there wasn't a trace of the +Arabic in the tongue they were speaking. + +"It sounded odd, of course--but I could understand quite easily. They +were talking about Ruth. To be explicit, they were discussing her with +exceeding frankness--" + +"Martin!" she cried wrathfully. + +"Well, all right," he went on, half repentantly. "As a matter of fact, +I had seen the pair steal up. My rifle was under my hand. So I lay there +quietly, listening. + +"You can realize, Walter, that when I caught sight of those two, +looking as though they had materialized from Darius's ghostly hordes, +my scientific curiosity was aroused--prodigiously. So in my interest I +passed over the matter of their speech; not alone because I thought +Ruth asleep but also because I took into consideration that the mode +of polite expression changes with the centuries--and these gentlemen +clearly belonged at least twenty centuries back--the real truth is I was +consumed with curiosity. + +"They had got to a point where they were detailing with what pleasure a +certain mysterious person whom they seemed to regard with much fear and +respect would contemplate her. I was wondering how long my desire to +observe--for to the anthropologist they were most fascinating--could +hold my hand back from my rifle when Ruth awakened. + +"She jumped up like a little fury. Fired a pistol point blank at them. +Their amazement was--well--ludicrous. I know it seems incredible, but +they seemed to know nothing of firearms--they certainly acted as though +they didn't. + +"They simply flew into the timber. I took a pistol shot at one but +missed. Ruth hadn't though; she had winged her man; he left a red trail +behind him. + +"We didn't follow the trail. We made for the opposite direction--and as +fast as possible. + +"Nothing happened that day or night. Next morning, creeping up a slope, +we caught sight of a suspicious glitter a mile or two away in the +direction we were going. We sought shelter in a small ravine. In a +little while, over the hill and half a mile away from us, came about two +hundred of these fellows, marching along. + +"And they were indeed Darius's men. Men of that Persia which had been +dead for millenniums. There was no mistaking them, with their high, +covering shields, their great bows, their javelins and armor. + +"They passed; we doubled. We built no fires that night--and we ought to +have turned the pony loose, but we didn't. It carried my instruments, +and ammunition, and I felt we were going to need the latter. + +"The next morning we caught sight of another band--or the same. We +turned again. We stole through a tree-covered plain; we struck an +ancient road. It led south, into the peaks again. We followed it. It +brought us here. + +"It isn't, as you observe, the most comfortable of places. We struck +across the hollow to the crevice--we knew nothing of the entrance +you came through. The hollow was not pleasant, either. But it was +penetrable, then. + +"We crossed. As we were about to enter the cleft there issued out of it +a most unusual and disconcerting chorus of sounds--wailings, crashings, +splinterings." + +I started, shot a look at Dick; absorbed, he was drinking in Ventnor's +every word. + +"So unusual, so--well, disconcerting is the best word I can think of, +that we were not encouraged to proceed. Also the peculiar unpleasantness +of the hollow was increasing rapidly. + +"We made the best time we could back to the fortress. And when next +we tried to go through the hollow, to search for another outlet--we +couldn't. You know why," he ended abruptly. + +"But men in ancient armor. Men like those of Darius." Dick broke the +silence that had followed this amazing recital. "It's incredible!" + +"Yes," agreed Ventnor, "isn't it. But there they were. Of course, I +don't maintain that they WERE relics of Darius's armies. They might have +been of Xerxes before him--or of Artaxerxes after him. But there they +certainly were, Drake, living, breathing replicas of exceedingly ancient +Persians. + +"Why, they might have been the wall carvings on the tomb of Khosroes +come to life. I mention Darius because he fits in with the most +plausible hypothesis. When Alexander the Great smashed his empire he did +it rather thoroughly. There wasn't much sympathy for the vanquished +in those days. And it's entirely conceivable that a city or two in +Alexander's way might have gathered up a fleeting regiment or so for +protection and have decided not to wait for him, but to hunt for cover. + +"Naturally, they would have gone into the almost inaccessible heart of +the high ranges. There is nothing impossible in the theory that they +found shelter at last up here. As long as history runs this has been +a well-nigh unknown land. Penetrating some mountain-guarded, easily +defended valley they might have decided to settle down for a time, have +rebuilt a city, raised a government; laying low, in a sentence, waiting +for the storm to blow over. + +"Why did they stay? Well, they might have found the new life more +pleasant than the old. And they might have been locked in their valley +by some accident--landslides, rockfalls sealing up the entrance. There +are a dozen reasonable possibilities." + +"But those who hunted you weren't locked in," objected Drake. + +"No," Ventnor grinned ruefully. "No, they certainly weren't. Maybe we +drifted into their preserves by a way they don't know. Maybe they've +found another way out. I'm sure I don't know. But I DO know what I saw." + +"The noises, Martin," I said, for his description of these had been the +description of those we had heard in the blue valley. "Have you heard +them since?" + +"Yes," he answered, hesitating oddly. + +"And you think those--those soldiers you saw are still hunting for you?" + +"Haven't a doubt of it," he replied more cheerfully. "They didn't look +like chaps who would give up a hunt easily--at least not a hunt for such +novel, interesting, and therefore desirable and delectable game as we +must have appeared to them." + +"Martin," I said decisively, "where's your pony? We'll try the hollow +again, at once. There's Ruth--and we'd never be able to hold back such +numbers as you've described." + +"You feel strong enough to try it?" + + + + +CHAPTER IV. METAL WITH A BRAIN + +The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety +which until now he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my +shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale. + +"I certainly DO." I was once more master of myself. "Drake--don't you +agree?" + +"Sure," he replied. "Sure. I'll look after Ruth--er--I mean Miss +Ventnor." + +The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded abruptly; his +face grew somber. + +"Wait," he said. "I carried away some--some exhibits from the crevice of +the noises, Goodwin." + +"What kind of exhibits?" I asked, eagerly. + +"Put 'em where they'd be safe," he continued. "I've an idea they're far +more curious than our armored men--and of far more importance. At any +rate, we must take them with us. + +"Go with Ruth, you and Drake, and look at them. And bring them back with +the pony. Then we'll make a start. A few minutes more probably won't +make much difference--but hurry." + +He turned back to his watch. Ordering Chiu-Ming to stay with him I +followed Ruth and Drake down the ruined stairway. At the bottom she came +to me, laid little hands on my shoulders. + +"Walter," she breathed, "I'm frightened. I'm so frightened I'm afraid to +tell even Mart. He doesn't like them, either, these little things you're +going to see. He likes them so little that he's afraid to let me know +how little he does like them." + +"But what are they? What's to fear about them?" asked Drake. + +"See what you think!" She led us slowly, almost reluctantly toward the +rear of the fortress. "They lay in a little heap at the mouth of the +cleft where we heard the noises. Martin picked them up and dropped them +in a sack before we ran through the hollow. + +"They're grotesque and they're almost CUTE, and they make me feel as +though they were the tiniest tippy-tip of the claw of some incredibly +large cat just stealing around the corner, a terrible cat, a cat as big +as a mountain," she ended breathlessly. + +We climbed through the crumbling masonry into a central, open court. +Here a clear spring bubbled up in a ruined and choked stone basin; close +to the ancient well was their pony, contentedly browsing in the thick +grass that grew around it. From one of its hampers Ruth took a large +cloth bag. + +"To carry them," she said, and trembled. + +We passed through what had once been a great door into another chamber +larger than that we had just left; and it was in better preservation, +the ceiling unbroken, the light dim after the blazing sun of the court. +Near its center she halted us. + +Before me ran a two-feet-wide ragged crack, splitting the floor and +dropping down into black depths. Beyond was an expanse of smooth +flagging, almost clear of debris. + +Drake gave a low whistle. I followed his pointing finger. In the wall +at the end whirled two enormous dragon shapes, cut in low relief. Their +gigantic wings, their monstrous coils, covered the nearly unbroken +surface, and these CHIMERAE were the shapes upon the upthrust blocks of +the haunted roadway. + +In Ruth's gaze I read a nameless fear, a half shuddering fascination. + +But she was not looking at the cavern dragons. + +Her gaze was fixed upon what at my first glance seemed to be a raised +and patterned circle in the dust-covered floor. Not more than a foot in +width, it shone wanly with a pale, metallic bluish luster, as though, +I thought, it had been recently polished. Compared with the wall's +tremendous winged figures this floor design was trivial, ludicrously +insignificant. What could there be about it to stamp that dread upon +Ruth's face? + +I leaped the crevice; Dick joined me. Now I could see that the ring was +not continuous. Its broken circle was made of sharply edged cubes about +an inch in height, separated from each other with mathematical exactness +by another inch of space. I counted them--there were nineteen. + +Almost touching them with their bases were an equal number of pyramids, +of tetrahedrons, as sharply angled and of similar length. They lay on +their sides with tips pointing starlike to six spheres clustered like +a conventionalized five petaled primrose in the exact center. Five of +these spheres--the petals--were, I roughly calculated, about an inch and +a half in diameter, the ball they enclosed larger by almost an inch. + +So orderly was their arrangement, so much like a geometrical design +nicely done by some clever child that I hesitated to disturb it. I bent, +and stiffened, the first touch of dread upon me. + +For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was a miniature +replica of the giant track in the poppied valley! + +It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing force, the +same die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion--and pointing +toward the globes were the claw marks of the four spreading star points. + +I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids. It seemed to cling +to the rock; it was with effort that I wrenched it away. It gave to the +touch a slight sensation of warmth--how can I describe it?--a warmth +that was living. + +I weighed it in my hand. It was oddly heavy, twice the weight, I should +say, of platinum. I drew out a glass and examined it. Decidedly the +pyramid was metallic, but of finest, almost silken texture--and I could +not place it among any of the known metals. It certainly was none I +had ever seen; yet it was as certainly metal. It was striated--slender +filaments radiating from tiny, dully lustrous points within the polished +surface. + +And suddenly I had the weird feeling that each of these points was an +eye, peering up at me, scrutinizing me. There came a startled cry from +Dick. + +"Look at the ring!" + +The ring was in motion! + +Faster the cubes moved; faster the circle revolved; the pyramids raised +themselves, stood bolt upright on their square bases; the six rolling +spheres touched them, joined the spinning, and with sleight-of-hand +suddenness the ring drew together; its units coalesced, cubes and +pyramids and globes threading with a curious suggestion of ferment. + +With the same startling abruptness there stood erect, where but a moment +before they had seethed, a little figure, grotesque; a weirdly humorous, +a vaguely terrifying foot-high shape, squared and angled and pointed and +ANIMATE--as though a child should build from nursery blocks a fantastic +shape which abruptly is filled with throbbing life. + +A troll from the kindergarten! A kobold of the toys! + +Only for a second it stood, then began swiftly to change, melting +with quicksilver quickness from one outline into another as square +and triangle and spheres changed places. Their shiftings were like the +transformations one sees within a kaleidoscope. And in each vanishing +form was the suggestion of unfamiliar harmonies, of a subtle, a +transcendental geometric art as though each swift shaping were a symbol, +a WORD-- + +Euclid's problems given volition! + +Geometry endowed with consciousness! + +It ceased. Then the cubes drew one upon the other until they formed +a pedestal nine inches high; up this pillar rolled the larger globe, +balanced itself upon the top; the five spheres followed it, clustered +like a ring just below it. The other cubes raced up, clicked two by two +on the outer arc of each of the five balls; at the ends of these twin +blocks a pyramid took its place, tipping each with a point. + +The Lilliputian fantasy was now a pedestal of cubes surmounted by a ring +of globes from which sprang a star of five arms. + +The spheres began to revolve. Faster and faster they spun around the +base of the crowning globe; the arms became a disc upon which tiny +brilliant sparks appeared, clustered, vanished only to reappear in +greater number. + +The troll swept toward me. It GLIDED. The finger of panic touched me. I +sprang aside, and swift as light it followed, seemed to poise itself to +leap. + +"Drop it!" It was Ruth's cry. + +But, before I could let fall the pyramid I had forgotten was in my hand, +the little figure touched me and a paralyzing shock ran through me. My +fingers clenched, locked. I stood, muscle and nerve bound, unable to +move. + +The little figure paused. Its whirling disc shifted from the horizontal +plane on which it spun. It was as though it cocked its head to look up +at me--and again I had the sense of innumerable eyes peering at me. It +did not seem menacing--its attitude was inquisitive, waiting; almost as +though it had asked for something and wondered why I did not let it have +it. The shock still held me rigid, although a tingle in every nerve told +me of returning force. + +The disc tilted back to place, bent toward me again. I heard a shout; +heard a bullet strike the pigmy that now clearly menaced; heard the +bullet ricochet without the slightest effect upon it. Dick leaped beside +me, raised a foot and kicked at the thing. There was a flash of light +and upon the instant he crashed down as though struck by a giant hand, +lay sprawling and inert upon the floor. + +There was a scream from Ruth; there was softly sibilant rustling all +about her. I saw her leap the crevice, drop on her knees beside Drake. + +There was movement on the flagging where she stood. A score or more of +faintly shining, bluish shapes were marching there--pyramids and cubes +and spheres like those forming the shape that stood before me. There was +a curious sharp tang of ozone in the air, a perceptible tightening as of +electrical tension. + +They swept to the edge of the fissure, swam together, and there, hanging +half over the gap was a bridge, half spanning it, a weird and fairy arch +made up of alternate cube and angle. The shape at my feet disintegrated; +resolved itself into units that raced over to the beckoning span. + +At the hither side of the crack they clicked into place, even as had the +others. Before me now was a bridge complete except for the one arc near +the middle where an angled gap marred it. + +I felt the little object I held pulse within my hand, striving to +escape. I dropped it. The tiny shape swept to the bridge, ascended +it--dropped into the gap. + +The arch was complete--hanging in one flying span over the depths! + +Upon it, over it, as though they had but awaited this completion, rolled +the six globes. And as they dropped to the farther side the end of the +bridge nearest me raised itself in air, curved itself like a scorpion's +tail, drew itself into a closer circled arc, and dropped upon the floor +beyond. + +Again the sibilant rustling--and cubes and pyramids and spheres were +gone. + +Nerves tingling slowly back to life, mazed in absolute bewilderment, +my gaze sought Drake. He was sitting up, feebly, his head supported by +Ruth's hands. + +"Goodwin!" he whispered. "What--what were they?" + +"Metal," I said--it was the only word to which my whirling mind could +cling--"metal--" + +"Metal!" he echoed. "These things metal? Metal--ALIVE AND THINKING!" + +Suddenly he was silent, his face a page on which, visibly, dread +gathered slowly and ever deeper. + +And as I looked at Ruth, white-faced, and at him, I knew that my own was +as pallid, as terror-stricken as theirs. + +"They were such LITTLE THINGS," muttered Drake. "Such little +things--bits of metal--little globes and pyramids and cubes--just little +THINGS." + +"Babes! Only babes!" It was Ruth--"BABES!" + +"Bits of metal"--Dick's gaze sought mine, held it--"and they looked for +each other, they worked with each other--THINKINGLY, CONSCIOUSLY--they +were deliberate, purposeful--little things--and with the force of a +score of dynamos--living, THINKING--" + +"Don't!" Ruth laid white hands over his eyes. "Don't--don't YOU be +frightened!" + +"Frightened?" he echoed. "I'M not afraid--yes, I AM afraid--" + +He arose, stiffly--and stumbled toward me. + +Afraid? Drake afraid. Well--so was I. Bitterly, TERRIBLY afraid. + +For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, ruined chamber was +outside all experience, beyond all knowledge or dream of science. Not +their shapes--that was nothing. Not even that, being metal, they had +moved. + +But that being metal, they had moved consciously, thoughtfully, +deliberately. + +They were metal things with--MINDS! + +That--that was the incredible, the terrifying thing. That--and their +power. + +Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb--and thinking. The lightnings +incarnate in metal minacules--and thinking. + +The inert, the immobile, given volition, movement, +cognoscence--thinking. + +Metal with a brain! + + + + +CHAPTER V. THE SMITING THING + +Silently we looked at each other, and silently we passed out of the +courtyard. The dread was heavy upon me. The twilight was stealing upon +the close-clustered peaks. Another hour, and their amethyst-and-purple +mantles would drop upon them; snowfields and glaciers sparkle out in +irised beauty; nightfall. + +As I gazed upon them I wondered to what secret place within their +brooding immensities the little metal mysteries had fled. And to what +myriads, it might be, of their kind? And these hidden hordes--of what +shapes were they? Of what powers? Small like these, or--or-- + +Quick on the screen of my mind flashed two pictures, side by side--the +little four-rayed print in the great dust of the crumbling ruin and its +colossal twin on the breast of the poppied valley. + +I turned aside, crept through the shattered portal and looked over the +haunted hollow. + +Unbelieving, I rubbed my eyes; then leaped to the very brim of the bowl. + +A lark had risen from the roof of one of the shattered heaps and had +flown caroling up into the shadowy sky. + +A flock of the little willow warblers flung themselves across the +valley, scolding and gossiping; a hare sat upright in the middle of the +ancient roadway. + +The valley itself lay serenely under the ambering light, smiling, +peaceful--emptied of horror! + +I dropped over the side, walked cautiously down the road up which but +an hour or so before we had struggled so desperately; paced farther and +farther with an increasing confidence and a growing wonder. + +Gone was that soul of loneliness; vanished the whirlpool of despair that +had striven to drag us down to death. + +The bowl was nothing but a quiet, smiling lovely little hollow in the +hills. I looked back. Even the ruins had lost their sinister shape; were +time-worn, crumbling piles--nothing more. + +I saw Ruth and Drake run out upon the ledge and beckon me; made my way +back to them, running. + +"It's all right," I shouted. "The place is all right." + +I stumbled up the side; joined them. + +"It's empty," I cried. "Get Martin and Chiu-Ming quick! While the way's +open--" + +A rifle-shot rang out above us; another and another. From the portal +scampered Chiu-Ming, his robe tucked up about his knees. + +"They come!" he gasped. "They come!" + +There was a flashing of spears high up the winding mountain path. Down +it was pouring an avalanche of men. I caught the glint of helmets and +corselets. Those in the van were mounted, galloping two abreast upon +sure-footed mountain ponies. Their short swords, lifted high, flickered. + +After the horsemen swarmed foot soldiers, a forest of shining points and +dully gleaming pikes above them. Clearly to us came their battlecries. + +Again Ventnor's rifle cracked. One of the foremost riders went down; +another stumbled over him, fell. The rush was checked for an instant, +milling upon the road. + +"Dick," I cried, "rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. We'll follow. We +can hold them there. I'll get Martin. Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick." + +I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by side the Chinaman +and I ran back through the gateway. I pointed to the animal and rushed +back into the fortress. + +"Quick, Mart!" I shouted up the shattered stairway. "We can get through +the hollow. Ruth and Drake are on their way to the break we came +through. Hurry!" + +"All right. Just a minute," he called. + +I heard him empty his magazine with almost machine-gun quickness. +There was a short pause, and down the broken steps he leaped, gray eyes +blazing. + +"The pony?" He ran beside me toward the portal. "All my ammunition is on +him." + +"Chiu-Ming's taking care of that," I gasped. + +We darted out of the gateway. A good five hundred yards away were Ruth +and Drake, running straight to the green tunnel's mouth. Between them +and us was Chiu-Ming urging on the pony. + +As we sped after him I looked back. The horsemen had recovered, were +now a scant half-mile from where the road swept past the fortress. I saw +that with their swords the horsemen bore great bows. A little cloud of +arrows sparkled from them; fell far short. + +"Don't look back," grunted Ventnor. "Stretch yourself, Walter. There's a +surprise coming. Hope to God I judged the time right." + +We turned off the ruined way; raced over the sward. + +"If it looks as though--we can't make it," he panted, "YOU beat it after +the rest. I'll try to hold 'em until you get into the tunnel. Never do +for 'em to get Ruth." + +"Right." My own breathing was growing labored, "WE'LL hold them. Drake +can take care of Ruth." + +"Good boy," he said. "I wouldn't have asked you. It probably means +death." + +"Very well," I gasped, irritated. "But why borrow trouble?" + +He reached out, touched me. + +"You're right, Walter," he grinned. "It does--seem--like carrying +coals--to Newcastle." + +There was a thunderous booming behind us; a shattering crash. A cloud of +smoke and dust hung over the northern end of the ruined fortress. + +It lifted swiftly, and I saw that the whole side of the structure had +fallen, littering the road with its fragments. Scattered prone among +these were men and horses; others staggered, screaming. On the farther +side of this stony dike our pursuers were held like rushing waters +behind a sudden fallen tree. + +"Timed to a second!" cried Ventnor. "Hold 'em for a while. Fuses and +dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right on 'em, by the Lord!" + +On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth and Dick less than +half a mile from the opening of the green tunnel. I saw Drake stop, +raise his rifle, empty it before him, and, holding Ruth by the hand, +race back toward us. + +Even as he turned, the vine-screened entrance through which we had come, +through which we had thought lay safety, streamed other armored men. We +were outflanked. + +"To the fissure!" shouted Ventnor. Drake heard, for he changed +his course to the crevice at whose mouth Ruth had said the--Little +Things--had lain. + +After him streaked Chiu-Ming, urging on the pony. Shouting out of the +tunnel, down over the lip of the bowl, leaped the soldiers. We dropped +upon our knees, sent shot after shot into them. They fell back, +hesitated. We sprang up, sped on. + +All too short was the check, but once more we held them--and again. + +Now Ruth and Dick were a scant fifty yards from the crevice. I saw him +stop, push her from him toward it. She shook her head. + +Now Chiu-Ming was with them. Ruth sprang to the pony, lifted from its +back a rifle. Then into the mass of their pursuers Drake and she poured +a fusillade. They huddled, wavered, broke for cover. + +"A chance!" gasped Ventnor. + +Behind us was a wolflike yelping. The first pack had re-formed; had +crossed the barricade the dynamite had made; was rushing upon us. + +I ran as I had never known I could. Over us whined the bullets from +the covering guns. Close were we now to the mouth of the fissure. If +we could but reach it. Close, close were our pursuers, too--the arrows +closer. + +"No use!" said Ventnor. "We can't make it. Meet 'em from the front. +Drop--and shoot." + +We threw ourselves down, facing them. There came a triumphant shouting. +And in that strange sharpening of the senses that always goes hand +in hand with deadly peril, that is indeed nature's summoning of every +reserve to meet that peril, my eyes took them in with photographic +nicety--the linked mail, lacquered blue and scarlet, of the horsemen; +brown, padded armor of the footmen; their bows and javelins and short +bronze swords, their pikes and shields; and under their round helmets +their cruel, bearded faces--white as our own where the black beards did +not cover them; their fierce and mocking eyes. + +The springs of ancient Persia's long dead power, these. Men of Xerxes's +ruthless, world-conquering hordes; the lustful, ravening wolves of +Darius whom Alexander scattered--in this world of ours twenty centuries +beyond their time! + +Swiftly, accurately, even as I scanned them, we had been drilling into +them. They advanced deliberately, heedless of their fallen. Their arrows +had ceased to fly. I wondered why, for now we were well within their +range. Had they orders to take us alive--at whatever cost to themselves? + +"I've got only about ten cartridges left, Martin," I told him. + +"We've saved Ruth anyway," he said. "Drake ought to be able to hold that +hole in the wall. He's got lots of ammunition on the pony. But they've +got us." + +Another wild shouting; down swept the pack. + +We leaped to our feet, sent our last bullets into them; stood ready, +rifles clubbed to meet the rush. I heard Ruth scream-- + +What was the matter with the armored men? Why had they halted? What was +it at which they were glaring over our heads? And why had the rifle fire +of Ruth and Drake ceased so abruptly? + +Simultaneously we turned. + +Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, +a woman--beautiful, awesome, incredible! + +She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils +of pale amber, she seemed taller even than tall Drake. Yet it was not +her height that sent through me the thrill of awe, of half incredulous +terror which, relaxing my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor +was it that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled +and pennoned like a misty banner of woven copper flames--no, nor that +through her veils her body gleamed faint radiance. + +It was her eyes--her great, wide eyes whose clear depths were like +pools of living star fires. They shone from her white face--not +phosphorescent, not merely lucent and light reflecting, but as though +they themselves were SOURCES of the cold white flames of far stars--and +as calm as those stars themselves. + +And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish nothing but the +eyes, I sensed something unearthly. + +"God!" whispered Ventnor. "What IS she?" + +The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from her were Ruth +and Drake and Chiu-Ming, their rigid attitudes revealing the same shock +of awe that had momentarily paralyzed me. + +She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, +Chiu-Ming hang back. The great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She +raised a hand, motioned us to approach. + +I turned. There stood the host that had poured down the mountain road, +horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen--a full thousand of them. At my right were +the scattered company that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore +or more. + +There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, like automatons, +only their fiercely staring eyes showing that they were alive. + +"Quick," breathed Ventnor. + +We ran toward her who had checked death even while its jaws were closing +upon us. + +Before we had gone half-way, as though our flight had broken whatever +bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a wild shouting, +a clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in +motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as yet--but I knew that soon that +hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down upon us, engulf us. + +"To the crevice," I shouted to Drake. He paid no heed to me, nor did +Ruth--their gaze fastened upon the swathed woman. + +Ventnor's hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown +up her head. The cloudy METALLIC hair billowed as though wind had blown +it. + +From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly +disquieting, golden and sweet--and laden with the eery, minor wailings +of the blue valley's night, the dragoned chamber. + +Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of +the crevice score upon score of the metal things. The fissures vomited +them! + +Globes and cubes and pyramids--not small like those of the ruins, but +shapes all of four feet high, dully lustrous, and deep within that +luster the myriads of tiny points of light like unwinking, staring eyes. + +They swirled, eddied and formed a barricade between us and the armored +men. + +Down upon them poured a shower of arrows from the soldiers. I heard the +shouts of their captains; they rushed. They had courage--those men--yes! + +Again came the woman's cry--golden, peremptory. + +Sphere and block and pyramid ran together, seemed to seethe. I had +again that sense of a quicksilver melting. Up from them thrust a thick +rectangular column. Eight feet in width and twenty feet high, it shaped +itself. Out from its left side, from right side, sprang arms--fearful +arms that grew and grew as globe and cube and angle raced up the +column's side and clicked into place each upon, each after, the other. +With magical quickness the arms lengthened. + +Before us stood a monstrous shape; a geometric prodigy. A shining angled +pillar that, though rigid, immobile, seemed to crouch, be instinct with +living force striving to be unleashed. + +Two great globes surmounted it--like the heads of some two-faced Janus +of an alien world. + +At the left and right the knobbed arms, now fully fifty feet in +length, writhed, twisted, straightened; flexing themselves in grotesque +imitation of a boxer. And at the end of each of the six arms the spheres +were clustered thick, studded with the pyramids--again in gigantic, +awful, parody of the spiked gloves of those ancient gladiators who +fought for imperial Nero. + +For an instant it stood here, preening, testing itself like an +athlete--a chimera, amorphous yet weirdly symmetric--under the darkening +sky, in the green of the hollow, the armored hosts frozen before it-- + +And then--it struck! + +Out flashed two of the arms, with a glancing motion, with appalling +force. They sliced into the close-packed forward ranks of the armored +men; cut out of them two great gaps. + +Sickened, I saw fragments of man and horse fly. Another arm javelined +from its place like a flying snake, clicked at the end of another, +became a hundred-foot chain which swirled like a flail through the +huddling mass. Down upon a knot of the soldiers with a straight-forward +blow drove a third arm, driving through them like a giant punch. + +All that host which had driven us from the ruins threw down sword, +spear, and pike; fled shrieking. The horsemen spurred their mounts, +riding heedless over the footmen who fled with them. + +The Smiting Thing seemed to watch them go with--AMUSEMENT! + +Before they could cover a hundred yards it had disintegrated. I heard +the little wailing sounds--then behind the fleeing men, close behind +them, rose the angled pillar; into place sprang the flexing arms, and +again it took its toll of them. + +They scattered, running singly, by twos, in little groups, for the sides +of the valley. They were like rats scampering in panic over the bottom +of a great green bowl. And like a monstrous cat the shape played with +them--yes, PLAYED. + +It melted once more--took new form. Where had been pillar and flailing +arms was now a tripod thirty feet high, its legs alternate globe and +cube and upon its apex a wide and spinning ring of sparkling spheres. +Out from the middle of this ring stretched a tentacle--writhing, +undulating like a serpent of steel, four score yards at least in length. + +At its end cube, globe and pyramid had mingled to form a huge trident. +With the three long prongs of this trident the thing struck, swiftly, +with fearful precision--JOYOUSLY--tining those who fled, forking them, +tossing them from its points high in air. + +It was, I think, that last touch of sheer horror, the playfulness of the +Smiting Thing, that sent my dry tongue to the roof of my terror-parched +mouth, and held open with monstrous fascination eyes that struggled to +close. + +Ever the armored men fled from it, and ever was it swifter than they, +teetering at their heels on its tripod legs. + +From half its length the darting snake streamed red rain. + +I heard a sigh from Ruth; wrested my gaze from the hollow; turned. She +lay fainting in Drake's arms. + +Beside the two the swathed woman stood, looking out upon that slaughter, +calm and still, shrouded with an unearthly tranquillity--viewing it, it +came to me, with eyes impersonal, cold, indifferent as the untroubled +stars which look down upon hurricane and earthquake in this world of +ours. + +There was a rushing of many feet at our left; a wail from Chiu-Ming. +Were they maddened by fear, driven by despair, determined to slay before +they themselves were slain? I do not know. But those who still lived of +the men from the tunnel mouth were charging us. + +They clustered close, their shields held before them. They had no bows, +these men. They moved swiftly down upon us in silence--swords and pikes +gleaming. + +The Smiting Thing rocked toward us, the metal tentacle straining out +like a rigid, racing serpent, flying to cut between its weird mistress +and those who menaced her. + +I heard Chiu-Ming scream; saw him throw up his hands, cover his +eyes--run straight upon the pikes! + +"Chiu-Ming!" I shouted. "Chiu-Ming! This way!" + +I ran toward him. Before I had gone five paces Ventnor flashed by me, +revolver spitting. I saw a spear thrown. It struck the Chinaman squarely +in the breast. He tottered--fell upon his knees. + +Even as he dropped, the giant flail swept down upon the soldiers. It +swept through them like a scythe through ripe grain. It threw them, +broken and torn, far toward the valley's sloping sides. It left only +fragments that bore no semblance to men. + +Ventnor was at Chiu-Ming's head; I dropped beside him. There was a +crimson froth upon his lips. + +"I thought that Shin-Je was about to slay us," he whispered. "Fear +blinded me." + +His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still. + +We arose, looked about us dazedly. At the side of the crevice stood the +woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his arms about Ruth, her head hidden +on his breast. + +The valley was empty--save for the huddled heaps that dotted it. + +High up on the mountain path a score of figures crept, all that were +left of those who but a little before had streamed down to take us +captive or to slay. High up in the darkening heavens the lammergeiers, +the winged scavengers of the Himalayas, were gathering. + +The woman lifted her hand, beckoned us once more. Slowly we walked +toward her, stood before her. The great clear eyes searched us--but no +more intently than our own wondering eyes did her. + + + + +CHAPTER VI. NORHALA OF THE LIGHTNINGS + +We looked upon a vision of loveliness such, I think, as none has beheld +since Trojan Helen was a maid. At first all I could note were the eyes, +clear as rain-washed April skies, crystal clear as some secret spring +sacred to crescented Diana. Their wide gray irises were flecked with +golden amber and sapphire--flecks that shone like clusters of little +aureate and azure stars. + +Then with a strange thrill of wonder I saw that these tiny +constellations were not in the irises alone; that they clustered even +within the pupils--deep within them, like far-flung stars in the depths +of velvety, midnight heavens. + +Whence had come those cold fires that had flared from them, I +wondered--more menacing, far more menacing, in their cold tranquillity +than the hot flames of wrath? These eyes were not perilous--no. Calm +they were and still--yet in them a shadow of interest flickered; a ghost +of friendliness smiled. + +Above them were level, delicately penciled brows of bronze. The lips +were coral crimson and--asleep. Sweet were those lips as ever master +painter, dreaming his dream of the very soul of woman's sweetness, +saw in vision and limned upon his canvas--and asleep, nor wistful for +awakening. + +A proud, straight nose; a broad low brow, and over it the masses of the +tendriling tresses--tawny, lustrous topaz, cloudy, METALLIC. Like spun +silk of ruddy copper; and misty as the wisps of cloud that Soul'tze, +Goddess of Sleep, sets in the skies of dawn to catch the wandering +dreams of lovers. + +Down from the wondrous face melted the rounded column of her throat +to merge into exquisite curves of shoulders and breasts, half revealed +beneath the swathing veils. + +But upon that face, within her eyes, kissing her red lips and clothing +her breasts, was something unearthly. + +Something that came straight out of the still mysteries of the +star-filled spaces; out of the ordered, the untroubled, the illimitable +void. + +A passionless spirit that watched over the human passion in the scarlet +mouth, in every slumbering, sculptured line of her--guarding her against +its awakening. + +Twilight calm dropping down from the sun sleep to still the restless +mountain tarn. Ishtar dreamlessly asleep within Nirvana. + +Something not of this world we know--and yet of it as the winds of the +Cosmos are to the summer breeze, the ocean to the wave, the lightnings +to the glowworm. + +"She isn't--human," I heard Ventnor whispering at my ear. "Look at her +eyes; look at the skin of her--" + +Her skin was white as milk of pearls; gossamer fine, silken and creamy; +translucent as though a soft brilliancy dwelt within it. Beside it +Ruth's fair skin was like some sun-and-wind-roughened country lass's to +Titania's. + +She studied us as though she were seeing for the first time beings of +her own kind. She spoke--and her voice was elfin distant, chimingly +sweet like hidden little golden bells; filled with that tranquil, far +off spirit that was part of her--as though indeed a tiny golden chime +should ring out from the silences, speak for them, find tongues for +them. The words were hesitating, halting as though the lips that uttered +them found speech strange--as strange as the clear eyes found our +images. + +And the words were Persian--purest, most ancient Persian. + +"I am Norhala," the golden voice chimed forth, whispered down into +silence. "I am Norhala." + +She shook her head impatiently. A hand stole forth from beneath her +veils, slender, long-fingered with nails like rosy pearls; above the +wrist was coiled a golden dragon with wicked little crimson eyes. The +slender white hand touched Ruth's head, turned it until the strange, +flecked orbs looked directly into the misty ones of blue. + +Long they gazed--and deep. Then she who had named herself Norhala thrust +out a finger, touched the tear that hung upon Ruth's curled lashes, +regarded it wonderingly. + +Something of recognition, of memory, seemed to awaken within her. + +"You are--troubled?" she asked with that halting effort. + +Ruth shook her head. + +"THEY--do not trouble you?" + +She pointed to the huddled heaps strewing the hollow. And then I saw +whence the light which had streamed from her great eyes came. For the +little azure and golden stars paled, trembled, then flashed out like +galaxies of tiny, clustered silver suns. + +From that weird radiance Ruth shrank, affrighted. + +"No--no," she gasped. "I weep for--HIM." + +She pointed where Chiu-Ming lay, a brown blotch at the edge of the +shattered men. + +"For--him?" There was puzzlement in the faint voice. "For--that? But +why?" + +She looked at Chiu-Ming--and I knew that to her the sight of the +crumpled form carried no recognition of the human, nothing of kin to +her. There was a faint wonder in her eyes, no longer light-filled, when +at last she turned back to us. Long she considered us. + +"Now," she broke the silence, "now something stirs within me that it +seems has long been sleeping. It bids me take you with me. Come!" + +Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice. We looked at each +other, seeking council, decision. + +"Chiu-Ming," Drake spoke. "We can't leave him like that. At least let's +cover him from the vultures." + +"Come." The woman had reached the mouth of the fissure. + +"I'm afraid! Oh, Martin--I'm afraid." Ruth reached little trembling +hands to her tall brother. + +"Come!" Norhala called again. There was an echo of harshness, a +clanging, peremptory and inexorable, in the chiming. + +Ventnor shrugged his shoulders. + +"Come, then," he said. + +With one last look at the Chinese, the lammergeiers already circling +about him, we walked to the crevice. Norhala waited, silent, brooding +until we passed her; then glided behind us. + +Before we had gone ten paces I saw that the place was no fissure. It +was a tunnel, a passage hewn by human hands, its walls covered with the +writhing dragon lines, its roof the mountain. + +The swathed woman swept by us. Swiftly we followed her. Far, far ahead +was a wan gleaming. It quivered, a faintly shimmering, ghostly curtain, +a full mile away. + +Now it was close; we passed through it and were out of the tunnel. +Before us stretched a narrow gorge, a sword slash in the body of the +towering giant under whose feet the tunnel crept. High above was the +ribbon of the sky. + +The sides were dark, but it came to me that here were no trees, no +verdure of any kind. Its floor was strewn with boulders, fantastically +shaped, almost indistinguishable in the fast closing dark. + +Twin monoliths bulwarked the passage end; the gigantic stones were +leaning, crumbling. Fissures radiated from the opening, like deep +wrinkles in the rock, showing where earth warping, range pressure, had +long been working to close this hewn way. + +"Stop," Norhala's abrupt, golden note halted us; and again through the +clear eyes I saw the white starshine flash. + +"It may be well--" She spoke as though to herself. "It may be well to +close this way. It is not needed--" + +Her voice rang out again, vibrant, strangely disquieting, harmonious. +Murmurous chanting it was at first, rhythmic and low; ripples and +flutings, tones and progressions utterly unknown to me; unfamiliar, +abrupt, and alien themes that kept returning, droppings of crystal-clear +jewels of sound, golden tollings--and all ordered, mathematical, +GEOMETRIC, even as had been the gestures of the shapes; Lilliputians of +the ruins, Brobdignagian of the haunted hollow. + +What was it? I had it--IT WAS THOSE GESTURES TRANSFORMED INTO SOUND! + +There was a movement down by the tunnel mouth. It grew more rapid, +seemed to vibrate with her song. Within the darkness there were +little flashes; glimmerings of light began to come and go--like +little awakenings of eyes of soft, jeweled flames, like giant gorgeous +fireflies; flashes of cloudy amber, gleam of rose, sparkles of diamonds +and of opals, of emeralds and of rubies--blinking, gleaming. + +A shimmering mist drew down around them--a swift and swirling mist. +It thickened, was shot with slender shuttled threads like cobweb, +coruscating strands of light. + +The shining threads grew thicker, pulsed, were spangled with tiny vivid +sparklings. They ran together, condensed--and all this in an instant, in +a tenth of the time it takes me to write it. + +From fiery mist and gemmed flashes came bolt upon bolt of lightning. The +cliff face leaped out, a cataract of green flame. The fissures widened, +the monoliths trembled, fell. + +In the wake of that dazzling brilliancy came utter blackness. I opened +my blinded eyes; slowly the flecks of green fire cleared. A faint +lambency still clung to the cliff. By it I saw that the tunnel's mouth +had vanished, had been sealed--where it had gaped were only tons of +shattered rock. + +Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something grazed my hand, +something whose touch was like that of warm metal--but metal throbbing +with life. They rushed by--and whispered down into silence. + +"Come!" Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous shape in the +darkness. Swiftly we followed. I found Ruth beside me; felt her hand +grip my wrist. + +"Walter," she whispered, "Walter--she isn't human!" + +"Nonsense," I muttered. "Nonsense, Ruth. What do you think she is--a +goddess, a spirit of the Himalayas? She's as human as you or I." + +"No." Even in the darkness I could sense the stubborn shake of her curly +head. "Not all human. Or how could she have commanded those things? Or +have summoned the lightnings that blasted the tunnel's mouth? And her +skin and hair--they're too WONDERFUL, Walter. + +"Why, she makes me look--look coarse. And the light that hovers about +her--why, it is by that light we are making our way. And when she +touched me--I--I glowed--all through. + +"Human, yes--but there is something else in her--something stronger than +humanness, something that--makes it sleep!" she added astonishingly. + +The ground was level as a dancing floor. We followed the enigmatic +glow--emanation, it seemed to me--from Norhala which was as a light +for us to follow within the darkness. The high ribbon of sky had +vanished--seemed to be overcast, for I could see no stars. + +Within the darkness I began again to sense faint movement; soft stirring +all about us. I had the feeling that on each side and behind us moved an +invisible host. + +"There's something moving all about us--going with us," Ruth echoed my +thought. + +"It's the wind," I said, and paused--for there was no wind. + +From the blackness before us came a succession of curious, muffled +clickings, like a smothered mitrailleuse. The luminescence that clothed +Norhala brightened, deepening the darkness. + +"Cross!" + +She pointed into the void ahead; then, as we started forward, thrust +out a hand to Ruth, held her back. Drake and Ventnor drew close to them, +questioningly, anxious. But I stepped forward, out of the dim gleaming. + +Before me were two cubes; one I judged in that uncertain light to be +six feet high, the other half its bulk. From them a shaft of pale-blue +phosphorescence pierced the murk. They stood, the smaller pressed +against the side of the larger, for all the world like a pair of immense +nursery blocks, placed like steps by some giant child. + +As my eyes swept over them, I saw that the shining shaft was an unbroken +span of cubes; not multi-arched like the Lilliputian bridge of the +dragon chamber, but flat and running out over an abyss that gaped at +my very feet. All of a hundred feet they stretched; a slender, lustrous +girder crossing unguessed depths of gloom. From far, far below came the +faint whisper of rushing waters. + +I faltered. For these were the blocks that had formed the body of the +monster of the hollow, its flailing arms. The thing that had played so +murderously with the armored men. + +And now had shaped itself into this anchored, quiescent bridge. + +"Do not fear." It was the woman speaking, softly, as one would reassure +a child. "Ascend. Cross. They obey me." + +I stepped firmly upon the first block, climbed to the second. The +span stretched, sharp edged, smooth, only a slender, shimmering line +revealing where each great cube held fast to the other. + +I walked at first slowly, then with ever-increasing confidence, for up +from the surface streamed a guiding, a holding force, that was like a +host of little invisible hands, steadying me, keeping firm my feet. I +looked down; the myriads of enigmatic eyes were staring, staring up +at me from deep within. They fascinated me; I felt my pace slowing; a +vertigo seized me. Resolutely I dragged my gaze up and ahead; marched +on. + +From the depths came more clearly the sound of the waters. Now there +were but a few feet more of the bridge before me. I reached its end, +dropped my feet over, felt them touch a smaller cube, and descended. + +Over the span came Ventnor. He was leading his laden pony. He had +bandaged its eyes so that it could not look upon the narrow way it was +treading. And close behind, a hand resting reassuringly upon its flank, +strode Drake, swinging along carelessly. The little beast ambled along +serenely, sure-footed as all its mountain kind, and docile to darkness +and guidance. + +Then, an arm about Ruth, floated Norhala. Now she was beside us; dropped +her arm from Ruth; glided past us. On for a hundred yards or more we +went, and then she drew us a little toward the unseen canyon wall. + +She stood before us, shielding us. One golden call she sent. + +I looked back into the darkness. Something like an enormous, dimly +shimmering rod was raising itself. Higher it rose and higher. Now it +stood, upright, a slender towering pillar, a gigantic slim figure whose +tip pointed a full hundred feet in the air. + +Then slowly it inclined itself toward us; drew closer, closer to +the ground; touched and lay there for an instant inert. Abruptly it +vanished. + +But well I knew what I had seen. The span over which we had passed had +raised itself even as had the baby bridge of the fortress; had lifted +itself across the chasm and dropping itself upon the hither verge had +disintegrated into its units; was following us. + +A bridge of metal that could build itself--and break itself. A thinking, +conscious metal bridge! A metal bridge with volition--with mind--that +was following us. + +There sighed from behind a soft, sustained wailing; rapidly it neared +us. A wanly glimmering shape drew by; halted. It was like a rigid +serpent cut from a gigantic square bar of cold blue steel. + +Its head was a pyramid, a tetrahedron; its length vanished in the +further darkness. The head raised itself, the blocks that formed its +neck separating into open wedges like a Brobdignagian replica of those +jointed, fantastic, little painted reptiles the Japanese toy-makers cut +from wood. + +It seemed to regard us--mockingly. The pointed head dropped--past us +streamed the body. Upon it other pyramids clustered--like the spikes +that guarded the back of the nightmare Brontosaurus. Its end came +swiftly into sight--its tail another pyramid twin to its head. + +It FLIRTED by--gaily; vanished. + +I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow--and it did not +need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well as in UNITS. Move +intelligently, consciously--as the Smiting Thing had moved. + +"Come!" Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we fell in behind her. +Looking up I caught the friendly sparkle of a star; knew the cleft was +widening. + +The star points grew thicker. We stepped out into a valley small as +that hollow from which we had fled; ringed like it with heaven-touching +summits. I could see clearly. The place was suffused with a soft +radiance as though into it the far, bright stars were pouring all their +rays, filling it as a cup with their pale flames. + +It was luminous as the Alaskan valleys when on white arctic nights they +are lighted, the Athabascans believe, by the gleaming spears of hunting +gods. The walls of the valley seemed to be drawn back into infinite +distances. + +The shimmering mists that had nimbused Norhala had vanished--or merging +into the wan gleaming had become one with it. + +I stared straight at her, striving to clarify in my own clouded thought +what it was that I had sensed as inhuman--never of OUR world or its +peoples. Yet this conviction came not because of the light that had +hovered about her, nor of her summonings of the lightnings; nor even +of her control of those--things--which had smitten the armored men and +spanned for us the abyss. + +All of that I was certain lay in the domain of the explicable, could be +resolved into normality once the basic facts were gained. + +Suddenly, I knew. Side by side with what we term the human there dwelt +within this woman an actual consciousness foreign to earth, passionless, +at least as we know passion, ordered, mathematical--an emanation of the +eternal law which guides the circling stars. + +This it was that had moved in the gestures which had evoked the +lightnings. This it was that had spoken in the song which were those +gestures transformed into sound. This it was that something greater than +my consciousness knew and accepted. + +Something which shared, no--that reigned, serene and untroubled, upon +the throne of her mind; something utterly UNCOMPREHENDING, utterly +unconscious OF, cosmically blind TO all human emotion; that spread +itself like a veil over her own consciousness; that PLATED her +thought--that was a strange word--why had it come to me--something that +had set its mark upon her like--like--the gigantic claw print on the +poppied field, the little print of the dragoned hall. + +I caught at my mind, whirling I thought then in the grip of fantasy; +strove by taking minute note of her to bring myself back to normal. + +Her veils had slipped from her, baring her neck, her arms, the right +shoulder. Under the smooth throat a buckle of dull gold held the sheer, +diaphanous folds of the pale amber silk which swathed the high and +rounded breasts, hiding no goddess curve of them. + +A wide and golden girdle clasped the waist, covered the rounded hips +and thighs. The long, narrow, and high-arched feet were shod with golden +sandals, laced just below the rounded knees with flat turquoise studded +bands. + +And shining through the amber folds, as glowing above them, the miracle +of her body. + +The dream of master sculptor given life. A goddess of earth's youth +reborn in Himalayan wilds. + +She raised her eyes; broke the long silence. + +"Now being with you," she said dreamily, "there waken within me old +thoughts, old wisdom, old questioning--all that I had forgotten and +thought forgotten forever--" + +The golden voice died--she who had spoken was gone from us, like the +fading out of a phantom; like the breaking of a film. + +A flicker shot over the skies, another and another. A brilliant ray of +intense green like that of a distant searchlight swept to the zenith, +hung for a moment and withdrew. Up came pouring the lances and the +streamers of the aurora; faster and faster, banners and slender shining +spears of green and iridescent blues and smoky, glistening reds. + +The valley sprang into full view. + +I felt Ventnor's grip upon my wrist. I followed his pointing finger. +Into the valley from the right ran a black spur of rock, half a mile +from us, fifty feet high. + +Upon its crest stood--Norhala! + +Her arms were lifted to the sparkling sky; her braids were loosened--and +as the fires of the aurora rose and fell, raced and were still, the +silken cloud of her tresses swirled and eddied with them. Little clouds +of coruscations danced gaily like fireflies about and through it. + +And all her bared body was outlined in living light, glowed and throbbed +with light--light filled her like a vessel, she bathed in it. She thrust +arms through the streaming, flaming locks; held them out from her, +prisoned. She swayed slowly, rhythmically; like a faint, golden chiming +came the echo of her song. + +Abruptly around her, half circling her on the black spur, gleamed +myriads of gem fires. Flares and flames of pale emerald, steady glowing +of flame rubies, glints and lambencies of deepest sapphire, of wan +sapphire, flickering opalescences, irised glitterings. A moment they +gleamed. Then from them came bolt upon bolt of lightning--lightning that +darted upon the lovely shape swaying there; lightnings that fell upon +her, broke and dashed, cascading, from her radiant body. + +The lightnings bathed her--she bathed in them. + +The skies were covered by a swift mist. The aurora was veiled. + +The valley filled with a palely shimmering radiance which dropped like +veils upon it, hiding all within it. Hiding within fold upon luminous +fold--Norhala! + + + + +CHAPTER VII. THE SHAPES IN THE MIST + +Mutely we faced each other, white and wan in the ghostly light. + +The valley was very still; as silent as though sound had been withdrawn +from it. The shimmering radiance suffusing it had thickened perceptibly; +hovered over the valley floor faintly sparkling mists; hid it. + +Like a shroud was that silence. Beneath it my mind struggled, its +unease, its forebodings growing ever stronger. Silently we repacked the +saddlebags; girthed the pony; silently we waited for Norhala's return. + +Idly I had noted that the place on which we stood must be raised +above the level of the vale. Up toward us the gathering mists had been +steadily rising; still was their wavering crest a half score feet below +us. + +Abruptly out of their dim nebulosity a faintly phosphorescent square +broke. It lifted, slowly; then swept, a dully lustrous six-foot cube, +up the slope and came to rest almost at our feet. It dwelt there; +contemplated us from its myriads of deep-set, sparkling striations. + +In its wake swam, one by one, six others--their tops raising from +the vapors like the first, watchfully; like shimmering backs of +sea monsters; like turrets of fantastic angled submarines from +phosphorescent seas. One by one they skimmed swiftly over the ledge; and +one by one they nestled, edge to edge and alternately, against the cube +which had gone before. + +In a crescent, they stretched before us. Back from them, a pace, ten +paces, twenty, we retreated. + +They lay immobile--staring at us. + +Cleaving the mists, silk of copper hair streaming wide, unearthly eyes +lambent, floated up behind them--Norhala. For an instant she was hidden +behind their bulk; suddenly was upon them; drifted over them like some +spirit of light; stood before us. + +Her veils were again about her; golden girdle, sandals of gold and +turquoise in their places. Pearl white her body gleamed; no mark of +lightning marred it. + +She walked toward us, turned and faced the watching cubes. She uttered +no sound, but as at a signal the central cube slid forward, halted +before her. She rested a hand upon its edge. + +"Ride with me," she said to Ruth. + +"Norhala." Ventnor took a step forward. "Norhala, we must go with her. +And this"--he pointed to the pony--"must go with us." + +"I meant--you--to come," the faraway voice chimed, "but I had not +thought of--that." + +A moment she considered; then turned to the six waiting cubes. Again as +at a command four of the things moved, swirled in toward each other +with a weird precision, with a monstrous martial mimicry; joined; stood +before us, a platform twelve feet square, six high. + +"Mount," sighed Norhala. + +Ventnor looked helplessly at the sheer front facing him. + +"Mount." There was half-wondering impatience in her command. "See!" + +She caught Ruth by the waist and with the same bewildering swiftness +with which she had vanished from us when the aurora beckoned she stood, +holding the girl, upon the top of the single cube. It was as though the +two had been lifted, had been levitated with an incredible rapidity. + +"Mount," she murmured again, looking down upon us. + +Slowly Ventnor began to bandage the pony's eyes. I placed my hand upon +the edge of the quadruple; sprang. A myriad unseen hands caught me, +raised me, set me instantaneously on the upward surface. + +"Lift the pony to me," I called to Ventnor. + +"Lift it?" he echoed, incredulously. + +Drake's grin cut like a sunray through the nightmare dread that shrouded +my mind. + +"Catch," he called; placed one hand beneath the beast's belly, the other +under its throat; his shoulders heaved--and up shot the pony, laden as +it was, landed softly upon four wide-stretched legs beside me. The faces +of the two gaped up, ludicrous in their amazement. + +"Follow," cried Norhala. + +Ventnor leaped wildly for the top, Drake beside him; in the flash of a +humming-bird's wing they were gripping me, swearing feebly. The unseen +hold angled; struck upward; clutched from ankle to thigh; held us +fast--men and beast. + +Away swept the block that bore Ruth and Norhala; I saw Ruth crouching, +head bent, her arms around the knees of the woman. They slipped into the +mists; vanished. + +And after them, like a log in a racing current, we, too, dipped beneath +the faintly luminous vapors. + +The cubes moved with an entire absence of vibration; so smoothly and +skimmingly, indeed, that had it not been for the sudden wind that had +risen when first we had stirred, and that now beat steadily upon our +faces, and the cloudy walls streaming by, I would have thought ourselves +at rest. + +I saw the blurred form of Ventnor drift toward the forward edge. He +walked as though wading. I essayed to follow him; my feet I could not +lift; I could advance only by gliding them as though skating. + +Also the force, whatever it was, that held me seemed to pass me on from +unseen clutch to clutch; it was as though up to my hips I moved through +a closely woven yet fluid mass of cobwebs. I had the fantastic idea that +if I so willed I could slip over the edge of the blocks, crawl about +their sides without falling--like a fly on the vertical faces of a huge +sugar loaf. + +I drew beside Ventnor. He was staring ahead, striving, I knew, to pierce +the mists for some glimpse of Ruth. + +He turned to me, his face drawn with anxiety, his eyes feverish. + +"Can you see them, Walter?" His voice shook. "God--why did I ever let +her go like that? Why did I let her go alone?" + +"They'll be close ahead, Martin." I spoke out of a conviction I could +not explain. "Whatever it is we're bound for, wherever it is the woman's +taking us, she means to keep us together--for a time at least. I'm sure +of it." + +"She said--follow." It was Drake beside us. "How the hell can we do +anything else? We haven't any control over this bird we're on. But she +has. What she meant, Ventnor, is that it would follow her." + +"That's true"--new hope softened the haggard face--"that's true--but +is it? We're reckoning with creatures that man's imagination never +conceived--nor could conceive. And with this--woman--human in shape, +yes, but human in thought--never. How then can we tell--" + +He turned once more, all his consciousness concentrated in his searching +eyes. + +Drake's rifle slipped from his hand. + +He stooped to pick it up; then tugged with both hands. The rifle lay +immovable. + +I bent and strove to aid him. For all the pair of us could do, the rifle +might have been a part of the gleaming surface on which it rested. The +tiny, deepset star points winked up-- + +"They're--laughing at us!" grunted Drake. + +"Nonsense," I answered, and tried to check the involuntary shuddering +that shook me, as I saw it shake him. "Nonsense. These blocks are great +magnets--that's what holds the rifle; what holds us, too." + +"I don't mean the rifle," he said; "I mean those points of lights--the +eyes--" + +There came from Ventnor a cry of almost anguished relief. We +straightened. Our head shot above the mists like those of swimmers from +water. Unnoticed, we had been climbing out of them. + +And a hundred yards ahead of us, cleaving them, veiled in them almost to +the shoulders, was Norhala, red-gold tresses steaming; and close beside +her were the brown curls of Ruth. At her brother's cry she turned and +her arm flashed out of the veils with reassuring gesture. + +A mile away was an opening in the valley's mountainous wall; toward it +we were speeding. It was no ragged crevice, no nature split fissure; it +gave the impression of a gigantic doorway. + +"Look," whispered Drake. + +Between us and the vast gateway, gleaming triangles began to break +through the vapors, like the cutting fins of sharks, glints of round +bodies like gigantic porpoises--the vapors seethed with them. Quickly +the fins and rolling curves were all about us. They centered upon the +portal, streamed through--a horde of the metal things, leading us, +guarding us, playing about us. + +And weird, unutterably weird was that spectacle--the vast and silent +vale with its still, smooth vapors like a coverlet of cloud; the regal +head of Norhala sweeping over them; the dull glint and gleam of the +metal paradoxes flowing, in ordered motion, all about us; the titanic +gateway, glowing before us. + +We were at its threshold; over it. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. THE DRUMS OF THUNDER + +Upon that threshold the mists foamed like breaking billows, then ceased +abruptly to be. Keeping exactly the distance I had noted when our gaze +had risen above the fog, glided the block that bore Ruth and Norhala. +In the strange light of the place into which we had emerged--and +whether that place was canyon, corridor, or tunnel I could not then +determine--it stood out sharply. + +One arm of Norhala held Ruth--and in her attitude I sensed a shielding +intent, guardianship--the first really human impulse this shape of +mystery and beauty had revealed. + +In front of them swept score upon score of her familiars--no longer +dully lustrous, but shining as though cut from blue and polished steel. +They--marched--in ordered rows, globes and cubes and pyramids; moving +sedately now as units. + +I looked behind me; out of the spume boiling at the portal, were pouring +forth other scores of the Metal Things, darting through like divers +through a wave. And as they drew into our wake and swam into the light, +their dim lustre vanished like a film; their surfaces grew almost +radiant. + +Whence came the light that set them gleaming? Our pace had slackened--I +looked about me. The walls of the cleft or tunnel were perpendicular, +smooth and shining with a cold, metallic, greenish glow. + +Between the walls, like rhythmic flashing of fire-flies, pulsed soft and +fugitive glimmerings that carried a sense of the infinitely minute--of +electrons, it came to me, rather than atoms. Their irradiance was +greenish, like the walls; but I was certain that these corpuscles did +not come from them. + +They blinked and faded like motes within a shifting sunbeam; or, to use +a more scientific comparison, like colloids within the illuminated field +of the ultramicroscope; and like these latter it was as though the eyes +took in not the minute particles themselves but their movement only. + +Save for these gleamings the light of the place, although crepuscular, +was crystalline clear. High above us--five hundred, a thousand feet--the +walls merged into a haze of clouded beryl. + +Rock certainly the cliffs were--but rock cut and planed, smoothed and +polished and PLATED! + +Yes, that was it--plated. Plated with some metallic substance that was +itself a reservoir of luminosity and from which, it came to me, pulsed +the force that lighted the winking ions. But who could have done such a +thing? For what purpose? How? + +And the meticulousness, the perfection of these smoothed cliffs struck +over my nerves as no rasp could, stirring a vague resentment, an +irritated desire for human inharmonies, human disorder. + +Absorbed in my examination I had forgotten those who must share with me +my doubts and dangers. I felt a grip on my arm. + +"If we get close enough and I can get my feet loose from this damned +thing I'll jump," Drake said. + +"What?" I gasped, blankly, startled out of my preoccupation. "Jump +where?" + +I followed his pointing finger. We were rapidly closing upon the other +cube; it was now a scant twenty paces ahead; it seemed to be stopping. +Ventnor was leaning forward, quivering with eagerness. + +"Ruth!" he called. "Ruth--are you all right?" + +Slowly she turned to us--my heart gave a great leap, then seemed +to stop. For her sweet face was touched with that same unearthly +tranquillity which was Norhala's; in her brown eyes was a shadow of that +passionless spirit brooding in Norhala's own; her voice as she answered +held within it more than echo of Norhala's faint, far-off golden +chiming. + +"Yes," she sighed; "yes, Martin--have no fear for me--" + +And turned from us, gazing forward once more with the woman and as +silent as she. + +I glanced covertly at Ventnor, at Drake--had I imagined, or had they +too seen? Then I knew they had seen, for Ventnor's face was white to the +lips, and Drake's jaw was set, his teeth clenched, his eyes blazing with +anger. + +"What's she doing to Ruth--you saw her face," he gritted, half +inarticulately. + +"Ruth!" There was anguish in Ventnor's cry. + +She did not turn again. It was as though she had not heard him. + +The cubes were now not five yards apart. Drake gathered himself; +strained to loosen his feet from the shining surface, making ready to +leap when they should draw close enough. His great chest swelled with +his effort, the muscles of his neck knotted, sweat steamed down his +face. + +"No use," he gasped, "no use, Goodwin. It's like trying to lift yourself +by your boot-straps--like a fly stuck in molasses." + +"Ruth," cried Ventnor once more. + +As though it had been a signal the block darted forward, resuming the +distance it had formerly maintained between us. + +The vanguard of the Metal Things began to race. With an incredible speed +they fled into, were lost in an instant within, the luminous distances. + +The cube that bore the woman and girl accelerated; flew faster and +faster onward. And as swiftly our own followed it. The lustrous walls +flowed by, dizzily. + +We had swept over toward the right wall of the cleft and were gliding +over a broad ledge. This ledge was, I judged, all of a hundred feet in +width. From it the floor of the place was dropping rapidly. + +The opposite precipices were slowly drawing closer. After us flowed the +flanking host. + +Steadily our ledge arose and the floor of the canyon dropped. Now we +were twenty feet above it, now thirty. And the character of the cliffs +was changing. Veins of quartz shone under the metallic plating like +cut crystal, like cloudy opals; here was a splash of vermilion, there a +patch of amber; bands of pallid ochre stained it. + +My gaze was caught by a line of inky blackness in the exact center of +the falling floor. So black was it that at first glance I took it for a +vein of jetty lignite. + +It widened. It was a crack, a fissure. Now it was a yard in width, now +three, and blackness seemed to well up from within it, blackness that +was the very essence of the depths. Steadily the ebon rift expanded; +spread suddenly wide open in two sharp-edged, flying wedges-- + +Earth had dropped away. At our side a gulf had opened, an abyss, +striking down depth upon depth; profound; immeasurable. + +We were human atoms, riding upon a steed of sorcery and racing along a +split rampart of infinite space. + +I looked behind--scores of the cubes were darting from the metal host +trailing us; in a long column of twos they flashed by, raced ahead. Far +in front of us a gloom began to grow; deepened until we were rushing +into blackest night. + +Through the murk stabbed a long lance of pale blue phosphorescence. +It unrolled like a ribbon of wan flame, flicked like a serpent's +tongue--held steady. I felt the Thing beneath us leap forward; its +velocity grew prodigious; the wind beat upon us with hurricane force. + +I shielded my eyes with my hands and peered through the chinks of my +fingers. Ranged directly in our path was a barricade of the cubes and +upon them we were racing like a flying battering-ram. Involuntarily I +closed my eyes against the annihilating impact that seemed inevitable. + +The Thing on which we rode lifted. + +We were soaring at a long angle straight to the top of the barrier; were +upon it, and still with that awful speed unchecked were hurtling through +the blackness over the shaft of phosphorescence, the ribbon of pale +light that I had watched pierce it and knew now was but another span of +the cubes that but a little before had fled past us. Beneath the span, +on each side of it, I sensed illimitable void. + +We were over; rushing along in darkness. There began a mighty tumult, +a vast crashing and roaring. The clangor waxed, beat about us with +tremendous strokes of sound. + +Far away was a dim glowing, as of rising sun through heavy mists of +dawn. The mists faded--miles away gleamed what at first glimpse seemed +indeed to be the rising sun; a gigantic orb, whose lower limb just +touched, was sharply, horizontally cut by the blackness, as though at +its base that blackness was frozen. + +The sun? Reason returned to me; told me this globe could not be that. + +What was it then? Ra-Harmachis, of the Egyptians, stripped of his wings, +exiled and growing old in the corridors of the Dead? Or that mocking +luminary, the cold phantom of the God of light and warmth which the old +Norsemen believed was set in their frozen hell to torment the damned? + +I thrust aside the fantasies, impatiently. But sun or no sun, light +streamed from this orb, light in multicolored, lanced rays, banishing +the blackness through which we had been flying. + +Closer we came and closer; lighter it grew about us, and by the growing +light I saw that still beside us ran the abyss. And even louder, more +thunderous, became the clamor. + +At the foot of the radiant disk I glimpsed a luminous pool. Into it, out +of the depths, protruded a tremendous rectangular tongue, gleaming like +gray steel. + +On the tongue an inky shape appeared; it lifted itself from the abyss, +rushed upon the disk and took form. + +Like a gigantic spider it was, squat and horned. For an instant it was +silhouetted against the smiling sphere, poised itself--and vanished +through it. + +Now, not far ahead, silhouetted as had been the spider shape, blackened +into sight a cube and on it Ruth and Norhala. It seemed to hover, to +wait. + +"It's a door," Drake's shout beat thinly in my ears against the +hurricane of sound. + +What I thought had been an orb was indeed a gateway, a portal; and it +was gigantic. + +The light streamed through it, the flaming colors, the lightning glare, +the drifting shadows were all beyond it. The suggestion of sphere had +been an illusion, born of the darkness in which we were moving and in +its own luminescence. + +And I saw that the steel tongue was a ramp, a slide, dropping down into +the gulf. + +Norhala raised her hands high above her head. Up from the darkness flew +an incredible shape--like a monstrous, armored flat-backed crab; angled +spikes protruded from it; its huge body was spangled with darting, +greenish flames. + +It swept beneath us and by. On its back were multitudinous breasts from +which issued blinding flashes--sapphire blue, emerald green, sun yellow. +It hung poised as had that other nightmare shape, standing out jet black +and colossal, rearing upon columnar legs, whose outlines were those of +alternate enormous angled arrow-points and lunettes. Swiftly its form +shifted; an instant it hovered, half disintegrate. + +Now I saw spinning spheres and darting cubes and pyramids click into new +positions. The front and side legs lengthened, the back legs shortened, +fitting themselves plainly to what must be a varying angle of descent +beyond. + +And it was no chimera, no kraken of the abyss. It was a car made of +the Metal Things. I caught again the flashes and thought that they were +jewels or heaps of shining ores carried by the conscious machine. + +It vanished. In its place hung poised the cube that bore the enigmatic +woman and Ruth. Then they were gone and we stood where but an instant +before they had been. + +We were high above an ocean of living light--a sea of incandescent +splendors that stretched mile upon uncounted mile away and whose +incredible waves streamed thousands of feet in air, flew in gigantic +banners, in tremendous streamers, in coruscating clouds of varicolored +flame--as though torn by the talons of a mighty wind. + +My dazzled sight cleared, glare and blaze and searing incandescence +took form, became ordered. Within the sea of light I glimpsed shapes +cyclopean, unnameable. + +They moved slowly, with an awesome deliberateness. They shone darkly +within the flame-woven depths. From them came the volleys of the +lightnings. + +Score upon score of them there were--huge and enigmatic. Their flaming +levins threaded the shimmering veils, patterned them, as though they +were the flying robes of the very spirit of fire. + +And the tumult was as ten thousand Thors, smiting with hammers against +the enemies of Odin. As a forge upon whose shouting anvils was being +shaped a new world. + +A new world? A metal world! + +The thought spun through my mazed brain, was gone--and not until +long after did I remember it. For suddenly all that clamor died; the +lightnings ceased; all the flitting radiances paled and the sea of +flaming splendors grew thin as moving mists. The storming shapes dulled +with them, seemed to darken into the murk. + +Through the fast-waning light and far, far away--miles it seemed on high +and many, many miles in length--a broad band of fluorescent amethyst +shone. From it dropped curtains, shimmering, nebulous as the marching +folds of the aurora; they poured, cascaded, from the amethystine band. + +Huge and purple-black against their opalescence bulked what at first I +thought a mountain, so like was it to one of those fantastic buttes of +our desert Southwest when their castellated tops are silhouetted against +the setting sun; knew instantly that this was but subconscious striving +to translate into terms of reality the incredible. + +It was a City! + +A city full five thousand feet high and crowned with countless spires +and turrets, titanic arches, stupendous domes! It was as though the +man-made cliffs of lower New York were raised scores of times their +height, stretched a score of times their length. And weirdly enough it +did suggest those same towering masses of masonry when one sees them +blacken against the twilight skies. + +The pit darkened as though night were filtering down into it; the vast, +purple-shadowed walls of the city sparkled out with countless lights. +From the crowning arches and turrets leaped broad filaments of flame, +flashing, electric. + +Was it my straining eyes, the play of the light and shadow--or were +those high-flung excrescences shifting, changing shape? An icy +hand stretched out of the unknown, stilled my heart. For they +were shifting--arches and domes, turrets and spires; were melting, +reappearing in ferment; like the lightning-threaded, rolling edges of +the thundercloud. + +I wrenched my gaze away; saw that our platform had come to rest upon a +broad and silvery ledge close to the curving frame of the portal and not +a yard from where upon her block stood Norhala, her arm clasped about +the rigid form of Ruth. I heard a sigh from Ventnor, an exclamation from +Drake. + +Before one of us could cry out to Ruth, the cube glided to the edge of +the shelf, dipped out of sight. + +That upon which we rode trembled and sped after it. + +There came a sickening sense of falling; we lurched against each other; +for the first time the pony whinnied, fearfully. Then with awful speed +we were flying down a wide, a glistening, a steeply angled ramp into the +Pit, straight toward the half-hidden, soaring escarpments flashing afar. + +Far ahead raced the Thing on which stood woman and maid. Their hair +streamed behind them, mingled, silken web of brown and shining veil +of red-gold; little clouds of sparkling corpuscles threaded them, like +flitting swarms of fire-flies; their bodies were nimbused with tiny, +flickering tongues of lavender flame. + +About us, above us, began again to rumble the countless drums of the +thunder. + + + + +CHAPTER IX. THE PORTAL OF FLAME + +It was as though we were on a meteor hurtling through space. The split +air shrieked and shrilled, a keening barrier against the avalanche of +the thunder. The blast bent us far back on thighs held rigid by the +magnetic grip. + +The pony spread its legs, dropped its head; through the hurricane +roaring its screaming pierced thinly, that agonizing, terrible +lamentation which is of the horse and the horse alone when the limit of +its endurance is reached. + +Ventnor crouched lower and lower, eyes shielded behind arms folded over +his brows, straining for a glimpse of Ruth; Drake crouched beside him, +bracing him, supporting him against the tempest. + +Our line of flight became less abrupt, but the speed increased, the +wind-pressure became almost insupportable. I twisted, dropped upon my +right arm, thrust my head against my shoulder, stared backward. When +first I had looked upon the place I had sensed its immensity; now I +began to realize how vast it must really be--for already the gateway +through which we had come glimmered far away on high, shrunk to a hoop +of incandescent brass and dwindling fast. + +Nor was it a cavern; I saw the stars, traced with deep relief the +familiar Northern constellations. Pit it might be, but whatever terror, +whatever ordeals were before us, we would not have to face them buried +deep within earth. There was a curious comfort to me in the thought. + +Suddenly stars and sky were blotted out. + +We had plunged beneath the surface of the radiant sea. + +Lying in the position in which I was, I was sensible of a diminution +of the cyclonic force; the blast streamed up and over the front of the +cube. To me drifted only the wailings of our flight and the whimpering +terror of the pony. + +I turned my head cautiously. Upon the very edge of the flying blocks +squatted Drake and Ventnor, grotesquely frog-like. I crawled toward +them--crawled, literally, like a caterpillar; for wherever my body +touched the surface of the cubes the attracting force held it, allowed a +creeping movement only, surface sliding upon surface--and weirdly enough +like a human measuring-worm I looped myself over to them. + +As my bare palms clung to the Things I realized with finality that +whatever their activation, their life, they WERE metal. + +There was no mistaking now the testimony of touch. Metal they were, with +a hint upon contact of highly polished platinum, or at the least of a +metal as finely grained as it. + +Also they had temperature, a curiously pleasant warmth--the surfaces +were, I judged, around ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit. I looked deep +down into the little sparkling points that were, I knew, organs of +sight; they were like the points of contact of innumerable intersecting +crystal planes. They held strangest paradoxical suggestion of being +close to the surface and still infinite distances away. + +And they were like--what was it they were like?--it came to me with a +distinct shock. + +They were like the galaxies of little aureate and sapphire stars in the +clear gray heavens of Norhala's eyes. + +I crept beside Drake, struck him with my head. + +"Can't move," I shouted. "Can't lift my hands. Stuck fast--like a +fly--just as you said." + +"Drag 'em over your knees," he cried, bending to me. "It slides 'em out +of the attraction." + +Acting as he had suggested I found to my astonishment I could slip my +hands free; I caught his belt, tried to lift myself by it. + +"No use, Doc." The old grin lightened for a moment his tense young face. +"You'll have to keep praying till the power's turned off. Nothing here +you can slide your knees on." + +I nodded, waddling close to his side; then sank back on my haunches to +relieve the strain upon my aching leg-muscles. + +"Can you see them ahead, Walter--Ruth and the woman?" Ventnor turned his +anxious eyes toward me. + +I peered into the glimmering murk; shook my head. I could see nothing. +It was indeed, as though the clustered cubes sped within a bubble of the +now wanly glistening vapors; or rather as though in our passage--as a +projectile does in air--we piled before us a thick wave of the mists +which streaming along each side, closing in behind, obscured all that +lay around. + +Yet I had, persistently, the feeling that beyond these shroudings was +vast and ordered movement; marchings and counter-marchings of hosts +greater even than those Golden Hordes of Genghis which ages agone had +washed about the outer bases of the very peaks that hid this place. +Came, too, flitting shadowings of huge shapes, unnameable, moving +swiftly beside our way; gleamings that thrust themselves through the +veils like wheeling javelins of flame. + +And always, always, everywhere that constant movement, rhythmic, +terrifying--like myriads of feet of creatures of an unseen, stranger +world marking time just outside the threshold of our own. Preparing, +DRILLING there in some wide vestibule of space between the known and the +unknown, alert and menacing--poised for the signal which would send them +pouring over it. + + +Once again I seemed to stand upon the brink of an abyss of incredible +revelation, striving helplessly, struggling for realization--and so +struggling became aware that our speed was swiftly slackening, the +roaring blast dying down, the veils before us thinning. + +They cleared away. I saw Drake and Ventnor straighten up; raised myself +to my own aching knees. + +We were at one end of a vortex, a funneling within the radiant vapors; a +funnel whose further end a mile ahead broadened out into a huge +circle, its mistily outlined edges impinging upon the towering scarp +of the--city. It was as though before us lay, upon its side, a cone of +crystalline clear air against whose curved sides some radiant medium +heavier than air, lighter than water, pressed. + +The top arc of its prostrate base reached a thousand feet or more up the +precipitous wall; above it all was hidden in sparkling nebulosities that +were like still clouds of greenly glimmering fire-flies. Back from +the curving sides of this cone, above it and below it, the pressing +luminosities stretched into, it seemed, infinite distances. + +Through them, suddenly, thousands of bright beams began to dart, to +dance, weaving and interweaving, shooting hither and yon--like myriads +of great searchlights in a phosphorescent sea fog, like countless lances +of the aurora thrusting through its own iridescent veils! And in the +play of these beams was something appallingly ordered, appallingly +rhythmic. + +It was--how can I describe it?--PURPOSEFUL; purposeful as the geometric +shiftings of the Little Things of the ruins, of the summoning song of +Norhala, of the Protean changes of the Smiting Shape and the Following +Thing; and like all of these it was as laden with that baffling +certainty of hidden meanings, of messages that the brain recognized as +such yet knew it never could read. + +The rays seemed to spring upward from the earth. Now they were like +countless lances of light borne by marching armies of Titans; now they +crossed and angled and flew as though they were clouds of javelins +hurled by battling swarms of the Genii of Light. And now they stood +upright while through them, thrusting them aside, bending them, passed +vast, vague shapes like mountains forming and dissolving; like darkening +monsters of some world of light pushing through thick forests of +slender, high-reaching trees of cold flame; shifting shadows of +monstrous chimerae slipping through jungles of bamboo with trunks of +diamond fire; phantasmal leviathans swimming through brakes of giant +reeds of radiance rising from the sparking ooze of a sea of star shine. + +Whence came the force, the mechanism that produced this cone of clarity, +this NOT searchlight, but unlight in the midst of light? Not from +behind, that was certain--for turning I saw that behind us the mist was +as thick. I turned again--it came to me, why I knew not, yet with an +absolute certainty, that the energy, the force emanated from the distant +wall itself. + +The funnel, the cone, did not expand from where we were standing, now +motionless. + +It began at the wall and focused upon us. + +Within the great circle the surface of the wall was smooth, utterly +blank; upon it was no trace of those flitting lights we had seen before +we had plunged down toward the radiant sea. It shone with a pale blue +phosphorescence. It was featureless, smooth, a blind cliff of polished, +blue metal--and that was all. + +"Ruth!" groaned Ventnor. "Where is she?" + +Aghast at my mental withdrawal from him, angry at myself for my +callousness, awkwardly I tried to crawl over to him, to touch him, +comfort him as well as I might. + +And then, as though his cry had been a signal, the great cone began to +move. Slowly the circled base slipped down the shimmering facades; down, +steadily down; I realized that we had paused at the edge of some steep +declivity, for the bottom of the cone was now at a decided angle while +the upper edge of the circle had dropped a full two hundred feet below +the place where it had rested--and still it fell. + + +There came a gasp of relief from Ventnor, a sigh from Drake while, from +my own heart, a weight rolled. Not ten yards ahead of us and still deep +within the luminosity had appeared the regal head of Norhala, the lovely +head of Ruth. The two rose out of the glow like swimmers floating from +the depths. Now they were clear before us, and now we could see the +surface of the cube on which they rode. + +But neither turned to us; each stared straightly, motionless along the +axis of the sinking cone, the woman's left arm holding Ruth close to her +side. + +Drake's hand caught my shoulder in a grip that hurt--nor did he need to +point toward that which had wrung the exclamation from him. The funnel +had broken from its slow falling; it had made one swift, startling +drop and had come to rest. Its recumbent side was now flattened into a +triangular plane, widening from the narrow tip in which we stood to all +of five hundred feet where its base rested against the blue wall, and +falling at a full thirty-degree pitch. + +The misty-edged circle had become an oval, a flattened ellipse another +five hundred feet high and three times that in length. And in its exact +center, shining forth as though it opened into a place of pale azure +incandescence was another rectangular Cyclopean portal. + +On each side of it, in the apparently solid face of the gleaming, +metallic cliffs, a slit was opening. + +They began as thin lines a hundred yards in height through which +the intense light seemed to hiss; quickly they opened--widening like +monstrous cat pupils until at last, their widening ceasing, they glared +forth, the blue incandescence gushing from them like molten steel from +an opened sluice. + +Deep within them I sensed a movement. Scores of towering shapes swam +within and glided out of them, each reflecting the vivid light as though +they themselves were incandescent. Around their crests spun wide and +flaming coronets. + +They rushed forth, wheeling, whirling, driven like leaves in a +whirlwind. Out they swirled from the cat's eyes of the glimmering wall, +these dervish obelisks crowded with spinning fires. They vanished in the +mists. Instantly with their going, the eyes contracted; were but slits; +were gone. And before us within the oval was only the waiting portal. + +The leading block leaped forward. As abruptly, those that bore us +followed. Again under that strain of projectile flight we clutched each +other; the pony screamed in terror. The metal cliff rushed to meet us +like a thunder cloud of steel; the portal raced upon us--a square mouth +of cold blue flame. + +And into it we swept; were devoured by it. + +Light in blinding, intolerable flood beat about us, blackening the sight +with agony. We pressed, the three of us, against the side of the pony, +burying our faces in its shaggy coat, striving to hide our eyes from the +radiance which, strain closely as we might, seemed to pierce through the +body of the little beast, through our own heads, searing the sight. + + + + +CHAPTER X. "WITCH! GIVE BACK MY SISTER" + +How long we were within that glare I do not know; it seemed unending +hours; it was of course only minutes--seconds, perhaps. Then I was +sensible of a permeating shadow, a darkness gentle and healing. + +I raised my head and opened my eyes. We were moving tranquilly, with +a curious suggestion of homing leisureliness, through a soft, blue +shimmering darkness. It was as though we were drifting within some high +borderland of light; a region in which that rapid vibration we call the +violet was mingled with a still more rapid vibration whose quick pulsing +was felt by the brain but ever fled ere that brain could register it in +terms of color. And there seemed to be a film over my sight; dazzlement +from the unearthly blaze, I thought, shaking my head impatiently. + +My eyes focused upon an object a little more than a foot away; my neck +grew rigid, my scalp prickled while I stared, unbelieving. And that at +which I stared was--a skeleton hand. Every bone a grayish black, sharply +silhouetted, clean as some master surgeon's specimen, it was extended +as though clutching at--clutching at--what was that toward which it was +reaching? + +Again the icy prickling over scalp and skin--for its talons stretched +out to grasp a steed that Death himself might have ridden, a rack whose +bare skull hung drooping upon bent vertebrae. + +I raised my hands to my face to shut out the ghostly sight--and swiftly +the clutching bony hand moved toward me--was before my eyes--touched me. + +The cry that sheer horror wrested from me was strangled by realization. +And so acute was my relief, so reassuring was it to have in the midst +of these mysteries some sane, understandable thing occur that I laughed +aloud. + +For the skeleton hand was my own. The mournful ghastly mount of death +was--our pony. And when I looked again I knew what I would see--and +see them I did--two tall skeletons, skulls resting on their bony arms, +leaning against the frame of the beast. + +While ahead of us, floating poised upon the surface of the glistening +cube, were two women skeletons--Ruth and Norhala! + +Weird enough was the sight. Dureresque, grimly awful as materialization +of a scene of the Dance Macabre--and yet--vastly comforting. + +For here was something which was well within the range of human +knowledge. It was the light about us that did it; a vibration that even +as I conjectured, was within the only partly explored region of the +ultraviolet and the comparatively unexplored region above it. + +Yet there were differences, for there was none of that misty halo around +the bones, the flesh which the X-rays cannot render wholly invisible. +The skeletons stood out clean cut, with no trace of fleshly vestments. + +I crept over, spoke to the two. + +"Don't look up yet," I said. "Don't open your eyes. We're going through +a queer light. It has an X-ray quality. You're going to see me as a +skeleton--" + +"What?" shouted Drake. Disobeying my warning he straightened, glared +at me. And disquieting as the spectacle had been before, fully +understanding it as I did, I could not restrain my shudder at the utter +weirdness of that skull which was his head thrusting itself toward me. + +The skeleton that was Ventnor turned to me; was arrested by the sight of +the flitting pair ahead. I saw the fleshless jaws clamp, then opened to +speak. + +Abruptly, upon the skeletons in front the flesh dropped back. Girl and +woman stood there once again robed in beauty. + +So swift was that transition from the grisly unreal to the normal that +even to my unsuperstitious mind it smacked of necromancy. The next +instant the three of us stood looking at each other, clothed once more +in the flesh, and the pony no longer the steed of death, but our shaggy, +patient little companion. + +The light had changed; the high violet had gone from it, and it was shot +with yellow gleamings like fugitive sunbeams. We were passing through +a wide corridor that seemed to be unending. The yellow light grew +stronger. + +"That light wasn't exactly the Roentgen variety," Drake interrupted my +absorption in our surroundings. "And I hope to God it's as different as +it seemed. If it's not we may be up against a lot of trouble." + +"More trouble than we're in?" I asked, a trifle satirically. + +"X-ray burns," he answered, "and no way to treat them in this place--if +we live to want treatment," he ended grimly. + +"I don't think we were subjected to their action long enough--" I began, +and was silent. + +The corridor had opened without warning into a place for whose immensity +I have no images that are adequate. It was a chamber that was vaster +than ten score of the Great Halls of Karnac in one; great as that fabled +hall in dread Amenti where Osiris sits throned between the Searcher of +Hearts and the Eater of Souls, judging the jostling hosts of the newly +dead. + +Temple it was in its immensity, and its solemn vastness--but unlike any +temple ever raised by human toil. In no ruin of earth's youth giants' +work now crumbling under the weight of time had I ever sensed a +shadow of the strangeness with which this was instinct. No--nor in the +shattered fanes that once had held the gods of old Egypt, nor in the +pillared shrines of Ancient Greece, nor Imperial Rome, nor mosque, +basilica nor cathedral. + +All these had been dedicated to gods which, whether created by humanity +as science believes, or creators of humanity as their worshippers +believed, still held in them that essence we term human. + +The spirit, the force, that filled this place had in it nothing, NOTHING +of the human. + +No place? Yes, there was one--Stonehenge. Within that monolithic circle +I had felt a something akin to this, as inhuman; a brooding spirit +stony, stark, unyielding--as though not men but a people of stone had +raised the great Menhirs. + +This was a sanctuary built by a people of metal! + +It was filled with a soft yellow glow like pale sunshine. Up from its +floor arose hundreds of tremendous, square pillars down whose polished +sides the crocus light seemed to flow. + +Far, far as the gaze could reach, the columns marched, oppressively +ordered, appallingly mathematical. From their massiveness distilled a +sense of power, mysterious, mechanical yet--living; something priestly, +hierophantic--as though they were guardians of a shrine. + +Now I saw whence came the light suffusing this place. High up among the +pillars floated scores of orbs that shone like pale gilt frozen suns. +Great and small, through all the upper levels these strange luminaries +gleamed, fixed and motionless, hanging unsupported in space. Out from +their shining spherical surfaces darted rays of the same pale gold, +rigid, unshifting, with the same suggestion of frozen stillness. + +"They look like big Christmas-tree stars," muttered Drake. + +"They're lights," I answered. "Of course they are. They're not +matter--not metal, I mean--" + +"There's something about them like St. Elmo's fire, witch +lights--condensations of atmospheric electricity," Ventnor's voice was +calm; now that it was plain we were nearing the heart of this mystery +in which we were enmeshed he had clearly taken fresh grip, was again his +observant, scientific self. + +We watched, once more silent; and indeed we had spoken little since +we had begun that ride whose end we sensed close. In the unfolding of +enigmatic happening after happening the mind had deserted speech and +crouched listening at every door of sight and hearing to gather some +clue to causes, some thread of understanding. + +Slowly now we were gliding through the forest of pillars; so effortless, +so smooth our flight that we seemed to be standing still, the tremendous +columns flitting past us, turning and wheeling around us, dizzyingly. My +head swam with the mirage motion, I closed my eyes. + +"Look," Drake was shaking me. "Look. What do you make of that?" + +Half a mile ahead the pillars stopped at the edge of a shimmering, +quivering curtain of green luminescence. High, high up past the pale +gilt suns its smooth folds ran, into the golden amber mist that canopied +the columns. + +In its sparkling was more than a hint of the dancing corpuscles of the +aurora; it was, indeed, as though woven of the auroral rays. And all +about it played shifting, tremulous shadows formed by the merging of the +golden light with the curtain's emerald gleaming. + +Up to its base swept the cube that bore Ruth and Norhala--and stopped. +From it leaped the woman, and drew Ruth down beside her, then turned and +gestured toward us. + +That upon which we rode drew close. I felt it quiver beneath me; felt on +the instant, the magnetic grip drop from me, angle downward and leave me +free. Shakily I arose from aching knees, and saw Ventnor flash down and +run, rifle in hand, toward his sister. + +Drake bent for his gun. I moved unsteadily toward the side of the +clustered cubes. There came a curious pushing motion driving me to the +edge. Sliding over upon me came Drake and the pony-- + +The cube tilted, gently, playfully--and with the slightest of jars the +three of us stood beside it on the floor, we two men gaping at it in +renewed wonder, and the little beast stretching its legs, lifting its +feet and whinnying with relief. + +Then abruptly the four blocks that had been our steed broke from each +other; that which had been the woman's glided to them. + +The four clicked into place behind it and darted from sight. + +"Ruth!" Ventnor's voice was vibrant with his fear. "Ruth! What is wrong +with you? What has she done to you?" + +We ran to his side. He stood clutching her hands, searching her eyes. +They were wide, unseeing, dream filled. Upon her face the calm and +stillness, which were mirrored reflections of Norhala's unearthly +tranquillity, had deepened. + +"Brother." The sweet voice seemed far away, drifting out of untroubled +space, an echo of Norhala's golden chimings--"Brother, there is nothing +wrong with me. Indeed--all is--well with me--brother." + +He dropped the listless palms, faced the woman, tall figure tense, drawn +with mingled rage and anguish. + +"What have you done to her?" he whispered in Norhala's own tongue. + +Her serene gaze took him in, undisturbed by his anger save for the +faintest shadow of wonder, of perplexity. + +"Done?" she repeated, slowly. "I have stilled all that was troubled +within her--have lifted her above sorrow. I have given her the peace--as +I will give it to you if--" + +"You'll give me nothing," he interrupted fiercely; then, his passion +breaking through all restraint--"Yes, you damned witch--you'll give me +back my sister!" + +In his rage he had spoken English; she could not, of course, have +understood the words, but their anger and hatred she did understand. +Her serenity quivered, broke. The strange stars within her eyes began +to glitter forth as they had when she had summoned the Smiting Thing. +Unheeding, Ventnor thrust out a hand, caught her roughly by one bare, +lovely shoulder. + +"Give her back to me, I say!" he cried. "Give her back to me!" + +The woman's eyes grew--awful. Out of the distended pupils the strange +stars blazed; upon her face was something of the goddess outraged. I +felt the shadow of Death's wings. + +"No! No--Norhala! No, Martin!" the veils of inhuman calm shrouding Ruth +were torn; swiftly the girl we knew looked out from them. She threw +herself between the two, arms outstretched. + +"Ventnor!" Drake caught his arms, held them tight; "that's not the way +to save her!" + +Ventnor stood between us, quivering, half sobbing. Never until then had +I realized how great, how absorbing was that love of his for Ruth. And +the woman saw it, too, even though dimly; envisioned it humanly. For, +under the shock of human passion, that which I thought then as utterly +unknown to her as her cold serenity was to us, the sleeping soul--I +use the popular word for those emotional complexes that are peculiar to +mankind--stirred, awakened. + +Wrath fled from her knitted brows; her eyes dropping to the girl, lost +their dreadfulness; softened. She turned them upon Ventnor, they brooded +upon him; within their depths a half-troubled interest, a questioning. + +A smile dawned upon the exquisite face, humanizing it, transfiguring +it, touching with tenderness the sweet and sleeping mouth--as a hovering +dream the lips of the slumbering maid. + +And on the face of Ruth, as upon a mirror, I watched that same slow, +understanding tenderness reflected! + +"Come," said Norhala, and led the way through the sparkling curtains. +As she passed, an arm around Ruth's neck, I saw the marks of Ventnor's +fingers upon her white shoulder, staining its purity, marring it like a +blasphemy. + +For an instant I hung behind, watching their figures grow misty within +the shining shadows; then followed hastily. Entering the mists I was +conscious of a pleasant tingling, an acceleration of the pulse, an +increase of that sense of well-being which, I grew suddenly aware, +had since the beginning of our strange journey minimized the nervous +attrition of constant contact with the abnormal. + +Striving to classify, to reduce to order, my sensations I drew close to +the others, overtaking them in a dozen paces. A dozen paces more and we +stepped out of the curtainings. + + + + +CHAPTER XI. THE METAL EMPEROR + +We stood at the edge of a well whose walls were of that same green +vaporous iridescence through which we had just come, but finer grained, +compact; as though here the corpuscles of which they were woven were far +closer spun. Thousands of feet above us the mighty cylinder uprose, and +in the lessened circle that was its mouth I glimpsed the bright stars; +and knew by this it opened into the free air. + +All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed regularly +along its height by wide amethystine bands--like rings of a hollow +piston. They were, in color, replicas of that I had glimpsed before +our descent into this place and against whose gleaming cataracts the +outlines of the incredible city had lowered. And they were in motion, +spinning smoothly, and swiftly. + +Only one swift glance I gave them, my eyes held by a most +extraordinary--edifice--altar--machine--I could not find the word for +it--then. + +Its base was a scant hundred yards from where we had paused and +concentric with the sides of the pit. It stood upon a thick circular +pedestal of what appeared to be cloudy rock crystal supported by +hundreds of thick rods of the same material. + +Up from it lifted the structure, a thing of glistening cones and +spinning golden disks; fantastic yet disquietingly symmetrical; bizarre +as an angled headdress worn by a mountainous Javanese god--yet coldly, +painfully mathematical. In every direction the cones pointed, seemingly +interwoven of strands of metal and of light. + +What was their color? It came to me--that of the mysterious element +which stains the sun's corona, that diadem seen only when our day star +is in eclipse; the unknown element which science has named coronium, +which never yet has been found on earth and that may be electricity +in its one material form; electricity that is ponderable; force whose +vibrations are keyed down to mass; power transmuted into substance. + +Thousands upon thousands the cones bristled, pyramiding to the base +of one tremendous spire that tapered up almost to the top of the shaft +itself. + +In their grouping the mind caught infinite calculations carried into +infinity; an apotheosis of geometry compassing the rhythms of unknown +spatial dimensions; concentration of the equations of the star hordes. + +The mathematics of the Cosmos. + +From the left of the crystalline base swept an enormous sphere. It was +twice the height of a tall man, and it was a paler blue than any of +these Things I had seen, almost, indeed, an azure; different, too, in +other subtle, indefinable ways. + +Behind it glided a pair of the pyramidal shapes, their pointed +tips higher by a yard or more than the top of the sphere. They +paused--regarding us. Out from the opposite arc of the crystal pedestal +moved six other globes, somewhat smaller than the first and of a deep +purplish luster. + +They separated, lining up on each side of the leader now standing a +little in advance of the twin tetrahedrons, rigid and motionless as +watching guards. + +There they stood--that enigmatic row, intent, studying us beneath their +god or altar or machine of cones and disks within their cylinder walled +with light. + +And at that moment there crystallized within my consciousness the +sublimation of all the strangenesses of all that had gone before, a +panic loneliness as though I had wandered into an alien world--a world +as unfamiliar to humanity, as unfamiliar with it as our own would seem +to a thinking, mobile crystal adrift among men. + +Norhala raised her white arms in salutation; from her throat came a +lilting theme of her weirdly ordered, golden chanting. Was it speech, I +wondered; and if so--prayer or entreaty or command? + +The great sphere quivered and undulated. Swifter than the eye could +follow it dilated; opened! + +Where the azure globe had been, flashed out a disk of flaming splendors, +the very secret soul of flowered flame! And simultaneously the pyramids +leaped up and out behind it--two gigantic, four-rayed stars blazing with +cold blue fires. + +The green auroral curtainings flared out, ran with streaming +radiance--as though some Spirit of Jewels had broken bonds of +enchantment and burst forth jubilant, flooding the shaft with its freed +glories. Norhala's song ceased; an arm dropped down upon the shoulders +of Ruth. + +Then woman and girl began to float toward the radiant disk. + +As one, the three of us sprang after them. I felt a shock that was like +a quick, abrupt tap upon every nerve and muscle, stiffening them into +helpless rigidity. + +Paralyzing that sharp, unseen contact had been, but nothing of pain +followed it. Instead it created an extraordinary acuteness of sight and +hearing, an abnormal keying up of the observational faculties, as though +the energy so mysteriously drawn from our motor centers had been thrown +back into the sensory. + +I could take in every minute detail of the flashing miracle of gemmed +fires and its flaming ministers. Halfway between them and us Norhala and +Ruth drifted; I could catch no hint of voluntary motion on their part +and knew that they were not walking, but were being borne onward by some +manifestation of that same force which held us motionless. + +I forgot them in my contemplation of the Disk. + +It was oval, twenty feet in height, I judged, and twelve in its greatest +width. A broad band, translucent as sun golden chrysolite, ran about its +periphery. + +Set within this zodiac and spaced at mathematically regular intervals +were nine ovoids of intensely living light. They shone like nine +gigantic cabochon cut sapphires; they ranged from palest, watery blue +up through azure and purple and down to a ghostly mauve shot with sullen +undertones of crimson. + +In each of them was throned a flame that seemed the very fiery essence +of vitality. + +The--BODY--was convex, swelling outward like the boss of a shield; +shimmering rosy-gray and crystalline. From the vital ovoids ran a +pattern of sparkling threads, irised and brilliant as floss of molten +jewels; converging with interfacings of spirals, of volutes and of +triangles into the nucleus. + +And that nucleus, what was it? + +Even now I can but guess--brain in part as we understand brain, +certainly; but far, far more than that in its energies, its powers. + +It was like an immense rose. An incredible rose of a thousand close +clustering petals. It blossomed with a myriad shifting hues. And instant +by instant the flood of varicolored flame that poured into its petalings +down from the sapphire ovoids waxed and waned in crescendoes and +diminuendoes of relucent harmonies--ecstatic, awesome. + +The heart of the rose was a star of incandescent ruby. + +From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra it was +instinct with and poured forth power--power vast and conscious. + +Not with that same completeness could I realize the ministering star +shapes, half hidden as they were by the Disk. Their radiance was less, +nor had they its miracle of pulsing gem fires. Blue they were, blue of +a peculiar vibrancy, and blue were the glistening threads that ran +down from blue-black circular convexities set within each of the points +visible to me. + +Unlike in shape, their flame of vitality dimmer than the ovoids of the +Disk's golden zone, still I knew that they were even as those--ORGANS, +organs of unknown senses, unknown potentialities. Their nuclei I could +not observe. + +The floating figures had drawn close to that disk and had paused. + +And on the moment of their pausing I felt a surge of strength, a +snapping of the spell that had bound us, an instantaneous withdrawal of +the inhibiting force. Ventnor broke into a run, holding his rifle at +the alert. We raced after him; were close to the shining shapes. And, +gasping, we stopped short not a dozen paces away. + +For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of the Disk as though +lifted by gentle, unseen hands. Close to it for an instant she swung. I +saw the exquisite body gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in +soft flames of rosy pearl. + +Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac. From the edges +of three of the ovoids swirled a little cloud of tentacles, gossamer +filaments of opal. They whipped out a full yard from the Disk's surface, +touching her, caressing her. + +For a moment she hung there, her face hidden from us; then was dropped +softly to her feet and stood, arms stretched wide, her copper hair +streaming cloudily about her regal head. + +And up past her floated Ruth, levitated as had been she--and her face, +ecstatic as though she were gazing into Paradise, yet drenched with the +tranquillity of the infinite. Her wide eyes stared up toward that rose +of splendors through which the pulsing colors now raced more swiftly. +She hung poised before it while around her head a faint aureole began to +form. + +Again the gossamer threads thrust forth, searched her. They ran over her +rough clothing--perplexedly. They coiled about her neck, stole through +her hair, brushed shut her eyes, circled her brow, her breasts, girdled +her. + +Weirdly was it like some intelligence observing, studying, some creature +of another species--puzzled by its similarity and unsimilarity with the +one other creature of its kind it knew, and striving to reconcile those +differences. And like such a questioning brain calling upon others for +counsel, it swung Ruth upward to the watching star at the right. + +A rifle shot rang out. + +Another--the reports breaking the silence like a profanation. Unseen by +either of us, Ventnor had slipped to one side where he could cover the +core of ruby flame that must have seemed to him the heart of the Disk's +rose of fire. He knelt a few yards away, white lipped, eyes cold gray +ice, sighting carefully for a third shot. + +"Don't! Martin--don't fire!" I shouted, leaping toward him. + +"Stop! Ventnor--" Drake's panic cry mingled with my own. + +But before we could reach him, Norhala flew to him, like a darting +swallow. Down the face of the Disk glided the upright body of Ruth, +struck softly, stood swaying. + +And out of the blue-black convexity within a star point of one of the +opened pyramids a lance of intense green flame darted, a lightning bolt +as real as any hurled by tempest, upon Ventnor. + +The shattered air closed behind the streaming spark with the sound of +breaking glass. + +It struck--Norhala. + +It struck her. It seemed to splash upon her, to run down her like water. +One curling tongue writhed over her bare shoulder and leaped to the +barrel of the rifle in Ventnor's hands. It flashed up it and licked +him. The gun was torn from his grip, hurled high in air, exploding as it +went. He leaped convulsively from his knees and dropped. + +I heard a wailing, low, bitter and heartbroken. Past us ran Ruth, all +dream, all unearthliness gone from a face now a tragic mask of human +woe and terror. She threw herself down beside her brother, felt of his +heart; then raised herself upon her knees and thrust out supplicating +hands to the shapes. + +"Don't hurt him any more! He didn't mean it!" she cried out to them +piteously--like a child. She reached up, caught one of Norhala's hands. +"Norhala--don't let them kill him. Don't let them hurt him any more. +Please!" she sobbed. + +Beside me I heard Drake cursing. + +"If they touch her I'll kill the woman! I will, by God I will!" He +strode to Norhala's side. + +"If you want to live, call off these devils of yours." His voice was +strangled. + +She looked at him, wonder deepening on the tranquil brow, in the clear, +untroubled gaze. Of course she could not understand his words--but it +was not that which made my own sick apprehension grow. + +It was that she did not understand what called them forth. Did not even +understand what reason lay behind Ruth's sorrow, Ruth's prayer. + +And more and more wondering grew in her eyes as she looked from the +threatening Drake to the supplicating Ruth, and from them to the still +body of Ventnor. + +"Tell her what I say, Goodwin. I mean it." + +I shook my head. That was not the way, I knew. I looked toward the Disk, +still flanked with its sextette of spheres, still guarded by the flaming +blue stars. They were motionless, calm, watching. I sensed no hostility, +no anger; it was as though they were waiting for us to--to--waiting for +us to do what? + +It came to me--they were indifferent. That was it--as indifferent as we +could be to the struggle of an ephemera; and as mildly curious. + +"Norhala," I turned to the woman, "she would not have him suffer; she +would not have him die. She loves him." + +"Love?" she repeated, and all of her wonderment seemed crystallized in +the word. "Love?" she asked. + +"She loves him," I said; and then, why I did not know, but I added, +pointing to Drake: "and he loves her." + +There was a tiny, astonished sob from Ruth. Again Norhala brooded over +her. Then with a little despairing shake of her head, she paced over and +faced the great Disk. + + +Tensely we waited. Communication there was between them, interchange +of--thought; how carried out I would not hazard even to myself. + +But of a surety these two--the goddess woman, the wholly unhuman shape +of metal, of jeweled fires and conscious force--understood each other. + +For she turned, stood aside--and the body of Ventnor quivered, arose +from the floor, stood upright and with closed eyes, head dropping upon +one shoulder, glided toward the Disk like a dead man carried by those +messengers never seen by man who, the Arabs believe, bear the death +drugged souls before Allah for their awakening. + +Ruth moaned and hid her eyes; Drake reached down, gathered her up in his +arms, held her close. + +Ventnor's body stood before the Disk, then swam up along its face. The +tendrils waved out, felt of it, thrust themselves down through the wide +collar of the shirt. The floating form passed higher, over the edge of +the Disk; lay high beside the right star point of the rayed shape to +which Ruth had been passing when Ventnor's shot brought the tragedy upon +us. I saw other tentacles whip forth, examine, caress. + +Then down the body swung, was borne through air, laid gently at our +feet. + +"He is not--dead," it was Norhala beside me; she lifted Ruth's face from +Drake's breast. "He will not die. It may be he will walk again. They +can not help," there was a shadow of apology in her tones. "They did +not know. They thought it was the"--she hesitated as though at loss for +words--"the--the Fire Play." + +"The Fire Play?" I gasped. + +"Yes," she nodded. "You shall see it. And now I will take him to my +house. You are safe--now, nor need you trouble. For he has given you to +me." + +"Who has given us to you--Norhala?" I asked, as calmly as I could. + +"He"--she nodded to the Disk, then spoke the phrase that was both +ancient Assyria's and ancient Persia's title for their all-conquering +rulers, and that meant--"the King of Kings. The Great King, Master of +Life and Death." + +She took Ruth from Drake's arms, pointing to Ventnor. + +"Bear him," she commanded, and led the way back through the walls of +light. + +As we lifted the body, I slipped my hand through the shirt, felt at the +heart. Faint was the pulsation and slow, but regular. + +Close to the encircling vapors I cast one look behind me. The shapes +stood immobile, flashing disks, gigantic radiant stars and the six great +spheres beneath their geometric super-Euclidean god or shrine or machine +of interwoven threads of luminous force and metal--still motionless, +still watching. + +We emerged into the place of pillars. There stood the hooded pony and +its patience, its uncomplaining acceptance of its place as servant to +man brought a lump into my throat, salved, I suppose, my human vanity, +abased as it had been by the colossal indifference of those things to +which we were but playthings. + +Again Norhala sent forth her call. Out of the maze glided her quintette +of familiars; again the four clicked into one. Upon its top we lifted, +Drake ascending first, the pony; then the body of Ventnor. + +I saw Norhala lead Ruth to the remaining cube; saw the girl break away +from her, leap beside me, and kneeling at her brother's head, cradle +it against her soft breast. Then as I found in the medicine case the +hypodermic needle and the strychnine for which I had been searching, I +began my examination of Ventnor. + +The cubes quivered--swept away through the forest of columns. + +We crouched, the three of us, blind to anything that lay about us, +heedless of whatever road of wonders we were on, striving to strengthen +in Ventnor the spark of life so near extinction. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. "I WILL GIVE YOU PEACE" + +In our concentration upon Ventnor none of us had given thought to the +passing of time, nor where we were going. We stripped him to the waist, +and while Ruth massaged head and neck, Drake's strong fingers kneaded +chest and abdomen. I had used to the utmost my somewhat limited medical +knowledge. + +We had found no mark nor burn upon him, not even upon his hands over +which had run the licking flame. The slightly purplish, cyanotic +tinge of his skin had given way to a clear pallor; the skin was itself +disquietingly cold, the blood-pressure only slightly subnormal. The +pulse was more rapid, stronger; the breathing faint but regular, and +with no laboring. The pupils of his eyes were contracted almost to the +point of invisibility. + +I could get no nervous reactions whatever. I am familiar with the +effects of electric shock and know what to do in such cases, but +Ventnor's symptoms, while similar in part, presented other features +unknown to me and most puzzling. There was a passive automatism, a +perplexing muscular rigidity which caused arms and legs, hands and head +to remain, doll-like, in any position placed. + +Several times during my labors I had been aware of Norhala gazing down +upon us; but she made no effort to help, nor did she speak. + +Now, my strained attention relaxing, I began to receive and note +impressions from without. There was a different feeling in the air, +a diminution of the magnetic tension; I smelled the blessed breath of +trees and water. + +The light about us was clear and pearly, about the intensity of the moon +at full. Looking back along the way we had been traveling, I saw a half +mile away vertical, knife-sharp edges of two facing cliffs, the gap +between them a mile or more wide. + +Through them we must have passed, for beyond them were the radiant mists +of the pit of the city, and through this precipitous gateway filtered +the enveloping luminosity. On each side of us uprose gradually +converging and perpendicular scarps along whose base huddled a sparse +foliage. + +There came a low whistle of astonishment from Drake; I turned. We were +slowly gliding toward something that looked like nothing so much as a +huge and shimmering bubble of mingled sapphire and turquoise, swimming +up from and two-thirds above and the balance still hidden within earth. +It seemed to draw to itself the light, sending it back with gleamings +of the gray-blue of the star sapphire, with pellucid azures and lazulis +like clouded jades, with glistening peacock iridescences and tender, +milky greens of tropic shallows. + +Little turrets globular and topaz, yellow and pierced with tiny +hexagonal openings clustered about it like baby bubbles just nestling +down to rest. + +Great trees shadowed it, unfamiliar trees among whose glossy leaves +blossomed in wreaths flowers pink and white as apple-blossoms. +From their graceful branches strange fruits, golden and scarlet and +pear-shaped, hung pendulous. + +It was an elfin palace; a goblin dwelling; such a bower as some +mirthful, beauty-loving Jinn King of Jewels might have built from +enchanted hoards for some well-beloved daughter of earth. + +All of fifty feet in height was the blue globe, and up to a wide and +ovaled entrance ran a broad and shining roadway. Along this the cubes +swept and stopped. + +"My house," murmured Norhala. + +The attraction that had held us to the surface of the blocks relaxed, +angled through changed and assisting lines of force; the hosts of +minute eyes sparkling quizzically, interestedly, at us, we gently slid +Ventnor's body; lifted down the pony. + +"Enter," sighed Norhala, and waved a welcoming hand. + +"Tell her to wait a minute," ordered Drake. + +He slipped the bandage from off the pony's head, threw off the +saddlebags, and led it to the side of the roadway where thick, lush +grass was growing, spangled with flowerets. There he hobbled it and +rejoined us. Together we picked up Ventnor and passed slowly through the +portal. + +We stood in a shadowed chamber. The light that filled it was +translucent, and oddly enough with little of the bluish quality I had +expected. Crystalline it was; the shadows crystalline, too, rigid--like +the facets of great crystals. And as my eyes accustomed themselves I saw +that what I had thought shadows actually were none. + +They were slices of semitransparent stone like pale moonstones, +springing from the curving walls and the high dome, and bisecting and +intersecting the chamber. They were pierced with oval doorways over +which fell glimmering metallic curtains--silk of silver and gold. + +I glimpsed a pile of this silken stuff near by, and as we laid our +burden upon it Ruth caught my arm with a little frightened cry. + +Through a curtained oval sidled a figure. + +Black and tall, its long and gnarled arms swung apelike; its shoulders +were distorted, one so much longer than the other that the hand upon +that side hung far below the knee. + +It walked with a curious, crablike motion. Upon its face were stamped +countless wrinkles and its blackness seemed less that of pigmentation +than the weathering of unbelievable years, the very stain of +ancientness. And about neither face nor figure was there anything to +show whether it was man or woman. + +From the twisted shoulders a short and sleeveless red tunic fell. +Incredibly old the creature was--and by its corded muscles, its sinewy +tendons, as incredibly powerful. It raised within me a half sick +revulsion, loathing. But the eyes were not ancient, no. Irisless, +lashless, black and brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web +of wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of worship. + + +It threw itself at her feet, prostrate, the inordinately long arms +outstretched. + +"Mistress!" it whined in a high and curiously unpleasant falsetto. +"Great lady! Goddess!" + +She stretched out a sandaled foot, touched one of the black taloned +hands, and at the contact I saw a shiver of ecstasy run through the lank +body. "Yuruk--" she began, and paused, regarding us. + +"The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!" It was a chant of +adoration. + +"Yuruk. Rise. Look upon the strangers." + +The creature--and now I knew what it was--writhed, twisted, and +hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, hands knuckling the floor. + +By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain that not till now +had the eunuch taken cognizance of us. The amazement fled, was replaced +with a black fire of malignancy, of hatred--jealousy. + +"Augh!" he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm toward Ruth. She +gave a little cry, cowered against Drake. + +"None of that!" He struck down the clutching arm. + +"Yuruk!" There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned voice. "Yuruk, +these belong to me. No harm must come to them. Yuruk--beware!" + +"The goddess commands. Yuruk obeys." If fear quavered in the words, +beneath was more than a trace of a sullenness, too, sinister enough. + +"That's a nice little playmate for her new playthings," muttered Drake. +"If that bird gets the least bit gay--I shoot him pronto." He gave Ruth +a reassuring hug. "Cheer up, Ruth. Don't mind that thing. He's something +we can handle." + +Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one of the curtained +ovals and through it, reappearing almost instantly with a huge platter +upon which were fruits, and a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick +porcelain. + +"Eat," she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the platter at our +feet. + +"Hungry?" asked Drake. Ruth shook her head violently. + +"I'm going out for the saddlebags," said Drake. "We'll use our own +stuff--while it lasts. I'm taking no chances on what the Yuruk lad +brings--with all due respect to Norhala's good intentions." + +He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his way. + +"We have with us food of our own, Norhala," I explained. "He goes to get +it." + +She nodded indifferently; clapped her hands. Yuruk shrank back, and out +strode Drake. + +"I am weary," sighed Norhala. "The way was long. I will refresh +myself--" + +She stretched out a foot toward Yuruk. He knelt, unlaced the turquoise +bands, drew off the sandals. Her hands sought her breast, dwelt for an +instant there. + +Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as though reluctant +to unclasp her; whispering they fell from the high and tender breasts, +the delicate rounded hips, and clustered about her feet in soft +petalings as of some flower of pale amber foam. Out of the calyx of that +flower arose the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with glowing glory +of her cloudy hair. + +Naked she was, yet clothed with an unearthly purity, the purity of the +far-flung, serene stars, of the eternal snows upon some calm, high-flung +peak, the tranquil, silver dawns of spring; protected by some spell of +divinity which chilled and slew the flame of desire. A maiden Ishtar, a +virginal Isis; a woman--yet with no more of woman's lure than if she had +been some exquisite and breathing statue of mingled ivory and milk of +pearls. + +So she stood, indifferent to us who gazed upon her, withdrawn, musing, +as though she had forgotten us. And that serene indifference, with its +entire absence of what we term sex consciousness, revealed to me once +more how great was the abyss between us and her. + +Slowly she raised her arms, wound the floating tresses into a coronal. +I saw Drake enter with the saddlebags; saw them drop from hands relaxing +under the shock of this amazing tableau; saw his eyes widen and fill +with wonder and half-awed admiration. + +Now Norhala stepped out of her fallen robes and moved toward the further +wall, Yuruk following. He stooped, raised an ewer of silver and began +gently to pour over her shoulders its contents. Again and again he bent +and filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which came +the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring. And again I marveled at +the marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing +water left tiny silvery globules, gemming it. The eunuch slithered to +one side, drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted her +dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue. + +Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her brother's +head upon her knees. + +She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; hesitated as Ruth's +face set in a passion of denial. A shadow of kindness drifted through +the wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked +curiously down on Ventnor. + +"Bathe," she murmured, and pointed to the pool. "And rest. No harm shall +come to any of you here. And you--" A hand rested for a moment lightly +on the girl's curly head. "When you desire it--I will again give +you--peace!" + +She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, was hidden +beyond them. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. "VOICE FROM THE VOID" + +Helplessly we looked at each other. Then called forth perhaps by what +she saw in Drake's eyes, perhaps by another thought, Ruth's cheeks +crimsoned, her head drooped; the web of her hair hid the warm rose of +her face, the frozen pallor of Ventnor's. + +Abruptly, she sprang to her feet. "Walter! Dick! Something's happening +to Martin!" + +Before she had ceased we were beside her; bending over Ventnor. His +mouth was opening, slowly, slowly--with an effort agonizing to watch. +Then his voice came through lips that scarcely moved; faint, faint as +though it floated from infinite distances, a ghost of a voice whispering +with phantom breath out of a dead throat. + +"Hard--hard! So hard!" the whispering complained. "Don't know how long I +can keep connection--with voice. + +"Was fool to shoot. Sorry--might have gotten you in worse trouble--but +crazy with fear for Ruth--thought, too, might be worth chance. +Sorry--not my usual line--" + +The thin thread of sound ceased. I felt my eyes fill with tears; it was +like Ventnor to flay himself like this for what he thought stupidity, +like him to make this effort to admit his supposed fault and crave +forgiveness--as like him as that mad attack upon the flaming Disk in its +own temple, surrounded by its ministers, had been so bafflingly unlike +his usual cool, collected self. + +"Martin," I called, bending closer, "it's nothing, old friend. No one +blames you. Try to rouse yourself." + +"Dear," it was Ruth, passionately tender, "it's me. Can you hear me?" + +"Only speck of consciousness and motionless in the void," the whisper +began again. "Terribly alive, terribly alone. Seem outside space +yet--still in body. Can't see, hear, feel--short-circuited from every +sense--but in some strange way realize you--Ruth, Walter, Drake. + +"See without seeing--here floating in darkness that is also light--black +light--indescribable. In touch, too, with these--" + +Again the voice trailed into silence; returned, word and phrase pouring +forth disconnected, with a curious and turbulent rhythm, like rushing +wave crests linked by half-seen threads of the spindrift, vocal +fragments of thought swiftly assembled by some subtle faculty of the +mind as they fell into a coherent, incredible message. + +"Group consciousness--gigantic--operating within our sphere--operating +also in spheres of vibration, energy, force--above, below one to which +humanity reacts--perception, command forces known to us--but in +greater degree--cognizant, manipulate unknown energies--senses known to +us--unknown--can't realize them fully--impossible cover, only impinge +on contact points akin to our senses, forces--even these profoundly +modified by additional ones--metallic, crystalline, magnetic, +electric--inorganic with every power of organic--consciousness basically +same as ours--profoundly changed by differences in mechanism through +which it finds expression--difference our bodies--theirs. + +"Conscious, mobile--inexorable, invulnerable. Getting clearer--see more +clearly--see--" the voice shrilled out in a shuddering, thin lash of +despair--"No! No--oh, God--no!" + +Then clearly and solemnly: + +"And God said: let us make men in our image, after our likeness, and +let them have dominion over all the earth, and every creeping thing that +creepeth upon the earth." + +A silence; we bent closer, listening; the still, small voice took up +the thread once more--but clearly further on. Something we had missed +between that text from Genesis and what we were now hearing; something +that even as he had warned us, he had not been able to articulate. The +whisper broke through clearly in the middle of a sentence. + +"Nor is Jehovah the God of myriads of millions who through those same +centuries, and centuries upon centuries before them, found earth a +garden and grave--and all these countless gods and goddesses only +phantom barriers raised by man to stand between him and the eternal +forces man's instinct has always warned him are ever in readiness to +destroy. That do destroy him as soon as his vigilance relaxes, his +resistance weakens--the eternal, ruthless law that will annihilate +humanity the instant it runs counter to that law and turns its will and +strength against itself--" + +A little pause; then came these singular sentences: + +"Weaklings praying for miracles to make easy the path their own wills +should clear. Beggars who whine for alms from dreams. Shirkers each +struggling to place upon his god the burden whose carrying and whose +carrying alone can give him strength to walk free and unafraid, himself +godlike among the stars." + +And now distinctly, unfalteringly, the voice went on: + +"Dominion over all the earth? Yes--as long as man is fit to rule; no +longer. Science has warned us. Where was the mammal when the giant +reptiles reigned? Slinking hidden and afraid in the dark and secret +places. Yet man sprang from these skulking beasts. + +"For how long a time in the history of earth has man been master of it? +For a breath--for a cloud's passing. And will remain master only until +something grown stronger wrests mastery from him--even as he wrested it +from his ravening kind--as they took it from the reptiles--as did the +reptiles from the giant saurians--which snatched it from the nightmare +rulers of the Triassic--and so down to whatever held sway in the murk of +earth dawn. + +"Life! Life! Life! Life everywhere struggling for completion! + +"Life crowding other life aside, battling for its moment of supremacy, +gaining it, holding it for one rise and fall of the wings of time +beating through eternity--and then--hurled down, trampled under the feet +of another straining life whose hour has struck. + +"Life crowding outside every barred threshold in a million circling +worlds, yes, in a million rushing universes; pressing against the doors, +bursting them down, overwhelming, forcing out those dwellers who had +thought themselves so secure. + +"And these--these--" the voice suddenly dropped, became thickly, +vibrantly resonant, "over the Threshold, within the House of Man--nor +does he even dream that his doors are down. These--Things of metal whose +brains are thinking crystals--Things that suck their strength from the +sun and whose blood is the lightning. + +"The sun! The sun!" he cried. "There lies their weakness!" + +The voice rose in pitch, grew strident. + +"Go back to the city! Go back to the city! Walter--Drake. They are not +invulnerable. No! The sun--strike them through the sun! Go into the +city--not invulnerable--the Keeper of the Cones--strike at the Cones +when--the Keeper of the Cones--ah-h-h-ah--" + +We shrank back appalled, for from the parted, scarcely moving lips in +the unchanging face a gust of laughter, mad, mocking, terrifying, racked +its way. + +"Vulnerable--under the law--even as we! The Cones! + +"Go!" he gasped. A tremor shook him; slowly the mouth closed. + +"Martin! Brother," wept Ruth. I thrust my hand into his breast; felt +the heart beating, with a curious suggestion of stubborn, unshakable +strength, as though every vital force had concentrated there as in a +beleaguered citadel. + +But Ventnor himself, the consciousness that was Ventnor was gone; had +withdrawn into that subjective void in which he had said he floated--a +lonely sentient atom, his one line of communication with us cut; severed +from us as completely as though he were, as he had described it, outside +space. + +And Drake and I looked at each other's eyes, neither daring to be first +to break the silence of which the muffled sobbing of the girl seemed to +be the sorrowful soul. + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. "FREE! BUT A MONSTER!" + +The peculiar ability of the human mind to slip so readily into the +refuge of the commonplace after, or even during, some well-nigh +intolerable crisis, has been to me long one of the most interesting +phenomena of our psychology. + +It is instinctively a protective habit, of course, acquired through +precisely the same causes that had given to animals their protective +coloration--the stripes, say, of the zebra and tiger that blend so +cunningly with the barred and speckled shadowings of bush and jungle, +the twig and leaflike shapes and hues of certain insects; in fact, all +that natural camouflage which was the basis of the art of concealment so +astonishingly developed in the late war. + +Like the animals of the wild, the mind of man moves through a +jungle--the jungle of life, passing along paths beaten out by the +thought of his countless forefathers in their progress from birth to +death. + +And these paths are bordered and screened, figuratively and +literally, with bush and trees of his own selection, setting out and +cultivation--shelters of the familiar, the habitual, the customary. + +On these ancestral paths, within these barriers of usage, man moves +hidden and secure as the animals in their haunts--or so he thinks. + +Outside them lie the wildernesses and the gardens of the unknown, and +man's little trails are but rabbit-runs in an illimitable forest. + +But they are home to him! + +Therefore it is that he scurries from some open place of revelation, +some storm of emotion, some strength-testing struggle, back into the +shelter of the obvious; finding it an intellectual environment that +demands no slightest expenditure of mental energy or initiative, +strength to sally forth again into the unfamiliar. + +I crave pardon for this digression. I set it down because now I remember +how, when Drake at last broke the silence that had closed in upon +the passing of that still, small voice the essence of these thoughts +occurred to me. + +He strode over to the weeping girl, and in his voice was a roughness +that angered me until I realized his purpose. + +"Get up, Ruth," he ordered. "He came back once and he'll come back +again. Now let him be and help us get a meal together. I'm hungry." + +She looked up at him, incredulously, indignation rising. + +"Eat!" she exclaimed. "You can be hungry?" + +"You bet I can--and I am," he answered cheerfully. "Come on; we've got +to make the best of it." + +"Ruth," I broke in gently, "we'll all have to think about ourselves a +little if we're to be of any use to him. You must eat--and then rest." + +"No use crying in the milk even if it's spilt," observed Drake, even +more cheerfully brutal. "I learned that at the front where we got so +we'd yelp for food even when the lads who'd been bringing it were all +mixed up in it." + +She lifted Ventnor's head from her lap, rested it on the silks; arose, +eyes wrathful, her little hands closed in fists as though to strike him. + +"Oh--you brute!" she whispered. "And I thought--I thought--Oh, I hate +you!" + +"That's better," said Dick. "Go ahead and hit me if you want. The madder +you get the better you'll feel." + +For a moment I thought she was going to take him at his word; then her +anger fled. + +"Thanks--Dick," she said quietly. + +And while I sat studying Ventnor, they put together a meal from the +stores, brewed tea over the spirit-lamp with water from the bubbling +spring. In these commonplaces I knew that she at least was finding +relief from that strain of the abnormal under which we had labored so +long. To my surprise I found that I was hungry, and with deep relief I +watched Ruth partake of food and drink even though lightly. + +About her seemed to hover something of the ethereal, elusive, and +disquieting. Was it the strangely pellucid light that gave the effect, I +wondered; and knew it was not, for as I scanned her covertly, there +fell upon her face that shadow of inhuman tranquillity, of unearthly +withdrawal which, I guessed, had more than anything else maddened +Ventnor into his attack upon the Disk. + +I watched her fight against it, drive it back. White lipped, she raised +her head and met my gaze. And in her eyes I read both terror and--shame. + +It came to me that painful as it might be for her the time for +questioning had come. + +"Ruth," I said, "I know it's not necessary to remind you that we're in +a tight place. Every fact and every scrap of knowledge that we can lay +hold of is of the utmost importance in enabling us to determine our +course. + +"I'm going to repeat your brother's question--what did Norhala do to +you? And what happened when you were floating before the Disk?" + +The blaze of interest in Drake's eyes at these questions changed to +amazement at her stricken recoil from them. + +"There was nothing," she whispered--then defiantly--"nothing. I don't +know what you mean." + +"Ruth!" I spoke sharply now, in my own perplexity. "You do know. You +must tell us--for his sake." I pointed toward Ventnor. + + +She drew a long breath. + +"You're right--of course," she said unsteadily. "Only I--I thought maybe +I could fight it out myself. But you'll have to know it--there's a taint +upon me." + +I caught in Drake's swift glance the echo of my own thrill of +apprehension for her sanity. + +"Yes," she said, now quietly. "Some new and alien thing within my heart, +my brain, my soul. It came to me from Norhala when we rode the flying +block, and--he--sealed upon me when I was in--his"--again she crimsoned, +"embrace." + +And as we gazed at her, incredulously: + +"A thing that urges me to forget you two--and Martin--and all the +world I've known. That tries to pull me from you--from all--to drift +untroubled in some vast calm filled with an ordered ecstasy of peace. +And whose calling I want, God help me, oh, so desperately to heed! + +"It whispered to me first," she said, "from Norhala--when she put her +arm around me. It whispered and then seemed to float from her and cover +me like--like a veil, and from head to foot. It was a quietness and +peace that held within it a happiness at one and the same time utterly +tranquil and utterly free. + +"I seemed to be at the doorway to unknown ecstasies--and the life I had +known only a dream--and you, all of you--even Martin, dreams within a +dream. You weren't--real--and you did not--matter." + +"Hypnotism," muttered Drake, as she paused. + +"No." She shook her head. "No--more than that. The wonder of it +grew--and grew. I thrilled with it. I remember nothing of that ride, saw +nothing--except that once through the peace enfolding me pierced warning +that Martin was in peril, and I broke through to see him clutching +Norhala and to see floating up in her eyes death for him. + +"And I saved him--and again forgot. Then, when I saw that +beautiful, flaming Shape--I felt no terror, no fear--only a +tremendous--joyous--anticipation, as though--as though--" She faltered, +hung her head, then leaving that sentence unfinished, whispered: "and +when--it--lifted me it was as though I had come at last out of some +endless black ocean of despair into the full sun of paradise." + +"Ruth!" cried Drake, and at the pain in his cry she winced. + +"Wait," she said, and held up a little, tremulous hand. "You asked--and +now you must listen." + +She was silent; and when once more she spoke her voice was low, +curiously rhythmic; her eyes rapt: + +"I was free--free from every human fetter of fear or sorrow or love or +hate; free even of hope--for what was there to hope for when everything +desirable was mine? And I was elemental; one with the eternal things yet +fully conscious that I was--I. + +"It was as though I were the shining shadow of a star afloat upon the +breast of some still and hidden woodland pool; as though I were a little +wind dancing among the mountain tops; a mist whirling down a quiet glen; +a shimmering lance of the aurora pulsing in the high solitudes. + +"And there was music--strange and wondrous music and terrible, but not +terrible to me--who was part of it. Vast chords and singing themes that +rang like clusters of little swinging stars and harmonies that were like +the very voice of infinite law resolving within itself all discords. And +all--all--passionless, yet--rapturous. + +"Out of the Thing that held me, out from its fires pulsed vitality--a +flood of inhuman energy in which I was bathed. And it was as though this +energy were--reassembling me, fitting me even closer to the elemental +things, changing me fully into them. + +"I felt the little tendrils touching, caressing--then came the shots. +Awakening was--dreadful, a struggling back from drowning. I saw +Martin--blasted. I drove the--the spell away from me, tore it away. + +"And, O Walter--Dick--it hurt--it hurt--and for a breath before I ran +to him it was like--like coming from a world in which there was no +disorder, no sorrow, no doubts, a rhythmic, harmonious world of light +and music, into--into a world that was like a black and dirty kitchen. + +"And it's there," her voice rose, hysterically. "It's still within +me--whispering, whispering; urging me away from you, from Martin, from +every human thing; bidding me give myself up, surrender my humanity. + +"Its seal," she sobbed. "No--HIS seal! An alien consciousness sealed +within me, that tries to make the human me a slave--that waits to +overcome my will--and if I surrender gives me freedom, an incredible +freedom--but makes me, being still human, a--monster." + +She hid her face in her hands, quivering. + +"If I could sleep," she wailed. "But I'm afraid to sleep. I think I +shall never sleep again. For sleeping how do I know what I may be when I +wake?" + +I caught Drake's eye; he nodded. I slipped my hand down into the +medicine-case, brought forth a certain potent and tasteless combination +of drugs which I carry upon explorations. + +I dropped a little into her cup, then held it to her lips. Like a child, +unthinking, she obeyed and drank. + +"But I'll not surrender." Her eyes were tragic. "Never think it! I can +win--don't you know I can?" + +"Win?" Drake dropped down beside her, drew her toward him. "Bravest girl +I've known--of course you'll win. And remember this--nine-tenths of what +you're thinking now is purely over-wrought nerves and weariness. You'll +win--and we'll win, never doubt it." + +"I don't," she said. "I know it--oh, it will be hard--but I will--I +will--" + + + + +CHAPTER XV. THE HOUSE OF NORHALA + +Her eyes closed, her body relaxed; the potion had done its work quickly. +We laid her beside Ventnor on the pile of silken stuffs, covered them +both with a fold, then looked at each other long and silently--and I +wondered whether my face was as grim and drawn as his. + +"It appears," he said at last, curtly, "that it's up to you and me for +powwow quick. I hope you're not sleepy." + +"I am not," I answered as curtly; the edge of nerves in his manner of +questioning doing nothing to soothe my own, "and even if I were I would +hardly expect to put all the burden of the present problem upon you by +going to sleep." + +"For God's sake don't be a prima donna," he flared up. "I meant no +offense." + +"I'm sorry, Dick," I said. "We're both a little jumpy, I guess." He +nodded; gripped my hand. + +"It wouldn't be so bad," he muttered, "if all four of us were all +right. But Ventnor's down and out, and God alone knows for how long. And +Ruth--has all the trouble we have and some special ones of her own. I've +an idea"--he hesitated--"an idea that there was no exaggeration in that +story she told--an idea that if anything she underplayed it." + +"I, too," I replied somberly. "And to me it is the most hideous phase +of this whole situation--and for reasons not all connected with Ruth," I +added. + +"Hideous!" he repeated. "Unthinkable--yet all this is unthinkable. +And still--it is! And Ventnor--coming back--that way. Like a lost soul +finding voice. + +"Was it raving, Goodwin? Or could he have been--how was it he put it--in +touch with these Things and their purpose? Was that message--truth?" + +"Ask yourself that question," I said. "Man--you know it was truth. Had +not inklings of it come to you even before he spoke? They had to me. +His message was but an interpretation, a synthesis of facts I, for one, +lacked the courage to admit." + +"I, too," he nodded. "But he went further than that. What did he mean by +the Keeper of the Cones--and that the Things--were vulnerable under the +same law that orders us? And why did he command us to go back to the +city? How could he know--how could he?" + +"There's nothing inexplicable in that, at any rate," I answered. +"Abnormal sensitivity of perception due to the cutting off of all +sensual impressions. There's nothing uncommon in that. You have its most +familiar form in the sensitivity of the blind. You've watched the same +thing at work in certain forms of hypnotic experimentation, haven't you? + +"Through the operation of entirely understandable causes the mind gains +the power to react to vibrations that normally pass unperceived; is able +to project itself through this keying up of perception into a wider area +of consciousness than the normal. Just as in certain diseases of the ear +the sufferer, though deaf to sounds within the average range of hearing, +is fully aware of sound vibrations far above and far below those the +healthy ear registers." + +"I know," he said. "I don't need to be convinced. But we accept these +things in theory--and when we get up against them for ourselves we +doubt. + +"How many people are there in Christendom, do you think, who believe +that the Saviour ascended from the dead, but who if they saw it today +would insist upon medical inspection, doctor's certificates, a +clinic, and even after that render a Scotch verdict? I'm not speaking +irreverently--I'm just stating a fact." + +Suddenly he moved away from me, strode over to the curtained oval +through which Norhala had gone. + +"Dick," I cried, following him hastily, "where are you going? What are +you going to do?" + +"I'm going after Norhala," he answered. "I'm going to have a showdown +with her or know the reason why." + +"Drake," I cried again, aghast, "don't make the mistake Ventnor did. +That's not the way to win through. Don't--I beg you, don't." + +"You're wrong," he answered stubbornly. "I'm going to get her. She's got +to talk." + +He thrust out a hand to the curtains. Before he could touch them, they +were parted. Out from between them slithered the black eunuch. He stood +motionless, regarding us; in the ink-black eyes a red flame of hatred. I +pushed myself between him and Drake. + +"Where is your mistress, Yuruk?" I asked. + +"The goddess has gone," he replied sullenly. + +"Gone?" I said suspiciously, for certainly Norhala had not passed us. +"Where?" + +"Who shall question the goddess?" he asked. "She comes and she goes as +she pleases." + +I translated this for Drake. + +"He's got to show me," he said. "Don't think I'm going to spill any +beans, Goodwin. But I want to talk to her. I think I'm right, honestly I +do." + + +After all, I reflected, there was much in his determination to recommend +it. It was the obvious thing to do--unless we admitted that Norhala was +superhuman; and that I would not admit. In command of forces we did not +yet know, en rapport with these People of Metal, sealed with that alien +consciousness Ruth had described--all these, yes. But still a woman--of +that I was certain. And surely Drake could be trusted not to repeat +Ventnor's error. + +"Yuruk," I said, "we think you lie. We would speak to your mistress. +Take us to her." + +"I have told you that the goddess is not here," he said. "If you do not +believe it is nothing to me. I cannot take you to her for I do not know +where she is. Is it your wish that I take you through her house?" + +"It is," I said. + +"The goddess has commanded me to serve you in all things." He bowed, +sardonically. "Follow." + +Our search was short. We stepped out into what for want of better words +I can describe only as a central hall. It was circular, and strewn with +thick piled small rugs whose hues had been softened by the alchemy of +time into exquisite, shadowy echoes of color. + +The walls of this hall were of the same moonstone substance that had +enclosed the chamber upon whose inner threshold we were. They whirled +straight up to the dome in a crystalline, cylindrical cone. Four +doorways like that in which we stood pierced them. Through each of their +curtainings in turn we peered. + +All were precisely similar in shape and proportions, radiating in a +lunetted, curved base triangle from the middle chamber; the curvature of +the enclosing globe forming back wall and roof; the translucent slicings +the sides; the circle of floor of the inner hall the truncating lunette. + +The first of these chambers was utterly bare. The one opposite held a +half-dozen suits of the lacquered armor, as many wicked looking, short +and double-edged swords and long javelins. The third I judged to be the +lair of Yuruk; within it was a copper brazier, a stand of spears and a +gigantic bow, a quiver full of arrows leaning beside it. The fourth room +was littered with coffers great and small, of wood and of bronze, and +all tightly closed. + +The fifth room was beyond question Norhala's bedchamber. Upon its floor +the ancient rugs were thick. A low couch of carven ivory inset with gold +rested a few feet from the doorway. A dozen or more of the chests were +scattered about and flowing over with silken stuffs. + +Upon the back of four golden lions stood a high mirror of polished +silver. And close to it, in curiously incongruous domestic array stood +a stiffly marshaled row of sandals. Upon one of the chests were heaped +combs and fillets of shell and gold and ivory studded with jewels blue +and yellow and crimson. + +To all of these we gave but a passing glance. We sought for Norhala. +And of her we found no shadow. She had gone even as the black eunuch had +said; flitting unseen past Ruth, perhaps, absorbed in her watch over her +brother; perhaps through some hidden opening in this room of hers. + +Yuruk let drop the curtains, sidled back to the first room, we after +him. The two there had not moved. We drew the saddlebags close, propped +ourselves against them. + +The black eunuch squatted a dozen feet away, facing us, chin upon his +knees, taking us in with unblinking eyes blank of any emotion. Then +he began to move slowly his tremendously long arms in easy, soothing +motion, the hands running along the floor upon their talons in arcs +and circles. It was curious how these hands seemed to be endowed with a +volition of their own, independent of the arms upon which they swung. + +And now I could see only the hands, shuttling so smoothly, so +rhythmically back and forth--weaving so sleepily, so sleepily back and +forth--black hands that dripped sleep--hypnotic. + +Hypnotic! I sprang from the lethargy closing upon me. In one quick side +glance I saw Drake's head nodding--nodding in time to the movement of +the black hands. I jumped to my feet, shaking with an intensity of rage +unfamiliar to me; thrust my pistol into the wrinkled face. + +"Damn you!" I cried. "Stop that. Stop it and turn your back." + +The corded muscles of the arms contracted, the claws of the slithering +paws drew in as though he were about to clutch me; the ebon pools of +eyes were covered with a frozen film of hate. + +He could not have known what was this tube with which I menaced him, +but its threat he certainly sensed and was afraid to meet. He squattered +about, wrapped his arms around his knees, crouched with back toward us. + +"What's the matter?" asked Drake drowsily. + +"He tried to hypnotize us," I answered shortly. "And pretty nearly did." + +"So that's what it was." He was now wide awake. "I watched those hands +of his and got sleepier and sleepier--I guess we'd better tie Mr. Yuruk +up." He jumped to his feet. + +"No," I said, restraining him. "No. He's safe enough as long as we're on +the alert. I don't want to use any force on him yet. Wait until we know +we can get something worth while by doing it." + +"All right," he nodded, grimly. "But when the time comes I'm telling you +straight, Doc, I'm going the limit. There's something about that human +spider that makes me itch to squash him--slowly." + +"I'll have no compunction--when it's worth while," I answered as grimly. + +We sank down again against the saddlebags; Drake brought out a black +pipe, looked at it sorrowfully; at me appealingly. + +"All mine was on that pony that bolted," I answered his wistfulness. + +"All mine was on my beast, too," he sighed. "And I lost my pouch in that +spurt from the ruins." + +He sighed again, clamped white teeth down upon the stem. + +"Of course," he said at last, "if Ventnor was right in that--that +disembodied analysis of his, it's rather--well, terrifying, isn't it?" + +"It's all of that," I replied, "and considerably more." + +"Metal, he said," Drake mused. "Things of metal with brains of thinking +crystal and their blood the lightnings. You accept that?" + +"So far as my own observation has gone--yes," I said. "Metallic yet +mobile. Inorganic but with all the quantities we have hitherto thought +only those of the organic and with others added. Crystalline, of course, +in structure and highly complex. Activated by magnetic-electric forces +consciously exerted and as much a part of their life as brain energy +and nerve currents are of our human life. Animate, moving, sentient +combinations of metal and electric energy." + +He said: + +"The opening of the Disk from the globe and of the two blasting stars +from the pyramids show the flexibility of the outer--plate would you +call it? I couldn't help thinking of the armadillo after I had time to +think at all." + +"It may be"--I struggled against the conviction now strong upon me--"it +may be that within that metallic shell is an organic body, something +soft--animal, as there is within the horny carapace of the turtle, the +nacreous valves of the oyster, the shells of the crustaceans--it may be +that even their inner surface is organic--" + +"No," he interrupted, "if there is a body--as we know a body--it must +be between the outer surface and the inner, for the latter is crystal, +jewel hard, impenetrable. + +"Goodwin--Ventnor's bullets hit fair. I saw them strike. They did not +ricochet--they dropped dead. Like flies dashed up against a rock--and +the Thing was no more conscious of their striking than a rock would have +been of those flies." + + +"Drake," I said, "my own conviction is that these creatures are +absolutely metallic, entirely inorganic--incredible, unknown forms. Let +us go on that basis." + +"I think so, too," he nodded; "but I wanted you to say it first. And +yet--is it so incredible, Goodwin? What is the definition of vital +intelligence--sentience? + +"Haeckel's is the accepted one. Anything which can receive a stimulus, +that can react to a stimulus and retains memory of a stimulus must be +called an intelligent, conscious entity. The gap between what we have +long called the organic and the inorganic is steadily decreasing. Do you +know of the remarkable experiments of Lillie upon various metals?" + +"Vaguely," I said. + +"Lillie," he went on, "proved that under the electric current and other +exciting mediums metals exhibited practically every reaction of the +human nerve and muscle. It grew weary, rested, and after resting +was perceptibly stronger than before; it got what was practically +indigestion, and it exhibited a peculiar but unmistakable memory. Also, +he found, it could acquire disease and die. + +"Lillie concluded that there existed a real metallic consciousness. It +was Le Bon who first proved also that metal is more sensitive than +man, and that its immobility is only apparent. (Le Bon in 'Evolution of +Matter,' Chapter eleven.) + +"Take the block of magnetic iron that stands so gray and apparently +lifeless, subject it to a magnetic current lifeless, what happens? The +iron block is composed of molecules which under ordinary conditions are +disposed in all possible directions indifferently. But when the current +passes through there is tremendous movement in that apparently inert +mass. All of the tiny particles of which it is composed turn and shift +until their north poles all point more or less approximately in the +direction of the magnetic force. + +"When that happens the block itself becomes a magnet, filled with and +surrounded by a field of magnetic energy; instinct with it. Outwardly it +has not moved; actually there has been prodigious motion." + +"But it is not conscious motion," I objected. + +"Ah, but how do you know?" he asked. "If Jacques Loeb* is right, that +action of the iron molecules is every bit as conscious a movement as +the least and the greatest of our own. There is absolutely no difference +between them. + +"Your and my and its every movement is nothing but an involuntary and +inevitable reaction to a certain stimulus. If he's right, then I'm a +buttercup--but that's neither here nor there. Loeb--all he did was +to restate destiny, one of humanity's oldest ideas, in the terms of +tropisms, infusoria and light. Omar Khayyam chemically reincarnated in +the Rockefeller Institute. Nevertheless those who accept his theories +have to admit that there is essentially no difference between their +impulses and the rush of filings toward a magnet. + +"Equally nevertheless, Goodwin, the iron does meet Haeckel's three +tests--it can receive a stimulus, it does react to that stimulus and it +retains memory of it; for even after the current has ceased it remains +changed in tensile strength, conductivity and other qualities that were +modified by the passage of that current; and as time passes this memory +fades. Precisely as some human experience increases wariness, caution, +which keying up of qualities remains with us after the experience +has passed, and fades away in the ratio of our sensitivity plus +retentiveness divided by the time elapsing from the original +experience--exactly as it is in the iron." + + * Professor Jacques Loeb, of the Rockefeller Institute, New + York, "The Mechanistic Conception of Life." + + + + +CHAPTER XVI. CONSCIOUS METAL! + +"Granted," I acquiesced. "We now come to their means of locomotion. In +its simplest terms all locomotion is progress through space against +the force of gravitation. Man's walk is a series of rhythmic stumbles +against this force that constantly strives to drag him down to earth's +face and keep him pressed there. Gravitation is an etheric--magnetic +vibration akin to the force which holds, to use your simile again, +Drake, the filing against the magnet. A walk is a constant breaking of +the current. + +"Take a motion picture of a man walking and run it through the lantern +rapidly and he seems to be flying. We have none of the awkward fallings +and recoveries that are the tempo of walking as we see it. + +"I take it that the movement of these Things is a conscious breaking of +the gravitational current just as much as is our own movement, but by a +rhythm so swift that it appears to be continuous. + +"Doubtless if we could so control our sight as to admit the vibrations +of light slowly enough we would see this apparently smooth motion as a +series of leaps--just as we do when the motion-picture operator +slows down his machine sufficiently to show us walking in a series of +stumbles. + +"Very well--so far, then, we have nothing in this phenomenon which the +human mind cannot conceive as possible; therefore intellectually we +still remain masters of the phenomena; for it is only that which human +thought cannot encompass which it need fear." + +"Metallic," he said, "and crystalline. And yet--why not? What are we but +bags of skin filled with certain substances in solution and stretched +over a supporting and mobile mechanism largely made up of lime? Out of +that primeval jelly which Gregory * calls Protobion came after untold +millions of years us with our skins, our nails, and our hair; came, too, +the serpents with their scales, the birds with their feathers; the horny +hide of the rhinoceros and the fairy wings of the butterfly; the shell +of the crab, the gossamer loveliness of the moth and the shimmering +wonder of the mother-of-pearl. + + * J. W. Gregory, F.R.S.D.Sc., Professor of Geology, + University of Glasgow. + +"Is there any greater gap between any of these and the metallic? I think +not." + +"Not materially," I answered. "No. But there remains--consciousness!" + +"That," he said, "I cannot understand. Ventnor spoke of--how did he put +it?--a group consciousness, operating in our sphere and in spheres above +and below ours, with senses known and unknown. I got--glimpses--Goodwin, +but I cannot understand." + +"We have agreed for reasons that seem sufficient to us to call these +Things metallic, Dick," I replied. "But that does not necessarily mean +that they are composed of any metal that we know. Nevertheless, being +metal, they must be of crystalline structure. + +"As Gregory has pointed out, crystals and what we call living matter had +an equal start in the first essentials of life. We cannot conceive life +without giving it the attribute of some sort of consciousness. Hunger +cannot be anything but conscious, and there is no other stimulus to eat +but hunger. + +"The crystals eat. The extraction of power from food is conscious +because it is purposeful, and there can be no purpose without +consciousness; similarly the power to work from such derived energy is +also purposeful and therefore conscious. The crystals do both. And the +crystals can transmit all these abilities to their children, just as we +do. For although there would seem to be no reason why they should not +continue to grow to gigantic size under favorable conditions--yet they +do not. They reach a size beyond which they do not develop. + +"Instead, they bud--give birth, in fact--to smaller ones, which increase +until they reach the size of the preceding generation. And like the +children of man and animals, these younger generations grow on precisely +as their progenitors! + +"Very well, then--we arrive at the conception of a metallically +crystalline being, which by some explosion of the force of evolution +has burst from the to us familiar and apparently inert stage into these +Things that hold us. And is there any greater difference between the +forms with which we are familiar and them than there is between us and +the crawling amphibian which is our remote ancestor? Or between that and +the amoeba--the little swimming stomach from which it evolved? Or the +amoeba and the inert jelly of the Protobion? + +"As for what Ventnor calls a group consciousness I would assume that +he means a communal intelligence such as that shown by the bees and the +ants--that in the case of the former Maeterlinck calls the 'Spirit +of the Hive.' It is shown in their groupings--just as the geometric +arrangement of those groupings shows also clearly their crystalline +intelligence. + +"I submit that in their rapid coordination either for attack or movement +or work without apparent communication having passed between the units, +there is nothing more remarkable than the swarming of a hive of bees +where also without apparent communication just so many waxmakers, +nurses, honey-gatherers, chemists, bread-makers, and all the varied +specialists of the hive go with the old queen, leaving behind sufficient +number of each class for the needs of the young queen. + +"All this apportionment is effected without any means of communication +that we recognize. Still it is most obviously intelligent selection. +For if it were haphazard all the honeymakers might leave and the hive +starve, or all the chemists might go and the food for the young bees not +be properly prepared--and so on and so on." + +"But metal," he muttered, "and conscious. It's all very well--but where +did that consciousness come from? And what is it? And where did they +come from? And most of all, why haven't they overrun the world before +this? + +"Such development as theirs, such an evolution, presupposes aeons of +time--long as it took us to drag up from the lizards. What have +they been doing--why haven't they been ready to strike--if Ventnor's +right--at humanity until now?" + +"I don't know," I answered, helplessly. "But evolution is not the +slow, plodding process that Darwin thought. There seem to be +explosions--nature will create a new form almost in a night. Then comes +the long ages of development and adjustment, and suddenly another new +race appears. + +"It might be so of these--some extraordinary conditions that shaped +them. Or they might have developed through the ages in spaces within +the earth--there's that incredible abyss we saw that is evidently one of +their highways. Or they might have dropped here upon some fragment of a +broken world, found in this valley the right conditions and developed in +amazing rapidity. * They're all possible theories--take your pick." + + * Professor Svante Arrhenius's theory of propagation of life + by means of minute spores carried through space. See his + "Worlds in the Making."--W.T.G. + +"Something's held them back--and they're rushing to a climax," he +whispered. "Ventnor's right about that--I feel it. And what can we do?" + +"Go back to their city," I said. "Go back as he ordered. I believe he +knows what he's talking about. And I believe he'll be able to help us. +It wasn't just a request he made, nor even an appeal--it was a command." + +"But what can we do--just two men--against these Things?" he groaned. + +"Maybe we'll find out--when we're back in the city," I answered. + +"Well," his old reckless cheerfulness came back to him, "in every crisis +of this old globe it's been up to one man to turn the trick. We're two. +And at the worst we can only go down fighting a little before the rest +of us. So, after all, whatEVER the hell, WHAT the hell." + +For a time we were silent. + +"Well," he said at last, "we have to go to the city in the morning." +He laughed. "Sounds as though we were living in the suburbs, somehow, +doesn't it?" + +"It can't be many hours before dawn," I said. "Turn in for a while, I'll +wake you when I think you've slept enough." + +"It doesn't seem fair," he protested, but sleepily. + +"I'm not sleepy," I told him; nor was I. + +But whether I was or not, I wanted to question Yuruk, uninterrupted and +undisturbed. + +Drake stretched himself out. When his breathing showed him fast asleep +indeed, I slipped over to the black eunuch and crouched, right hand +close to the butt of my automatic, facing him. + + + + +CHAPTER XVII. YURUK + +"Yuruk," I whispered, "you love us as the wheat field loves the hail; +we are as welcome to you as the death cord to the condemned. Lo, a door +opened into a land of unpleasant dreams you thought sealed, and we came +through. Answer my questions truthfully and it may be that we shall +return through that door." + +Interest welled up in the depths of the black eyes. + +"There is a way from here," he muttered. "Nor does it pass +through--Them. I can show it to you." + +I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, that had shot +across the wrinkled face. + +"Where does that way lead?" I asked. "There were those who sought us; +men clad in armor with javelins and arrows. Does your way lead to them, +Yuruk?" + +For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed. + +"Yes," he said sullenly. "The way leads to them; to their place. But +will it not be safer for you there--among your kind?" + +"I don't know that it will," I answered promptly. "Those who are unlike +us smote those who are like us and drove them back when they would have +taken and slain us. Why is it not better to remain with them than to go +to our kind who would destroy us?" + +"They would not," he said "If you gave them--her." He thrust a long +thumb backward toward sleeping Ruth. "Cherkis would forgive much for +her. And why should you not? She is only a woman." + +He spat--in a way that made me want to kill him. + +"Besides," he ended, "have you no arts to amuse him?" + +"Cherkis?" I asked. + +"Cherkis," he whined. "Is Yuruk a fool not to know that in the world +without, new things have arisen since long ago we fled from Iskander +into the secret valley? What have you to beguile Cherkis beyond this +woman flesh? Much, I think. Go then to him--unafraid." + +Cherkis? There was a familiar sound to that. Cherkis? Of course--it +was the name of Xerxes, the Persian Conqueror, corrupted by time into +this--Cherkis. And Iskander? Equally, of course--Alexander. Ventnor had +been right. + +"Yuruk," I demanded directly, "is she whom you call goddess--Norhala--of +the people of Cherkis?" + +"Long ago," he answered; "long, long ago there was trouble in their +city, even in the great dwelling place of Cherkis. I fled with her who +was the mother of the goddess. There were twenty of us; and we fled +here--by the way which I will show you--" + +He leered cunningly; I gave no sign of interest. + +"She who was the mother of the goddess found favor in the sight of the +ruler here," he went on. "But after a time she grew old and ugly and +withered. So he slew her--like a little mound of dust she danced and +blew away after he had slain her; and also he slew others who had grown +displeasing to him. He blasted me--as he was blasted--" He pointed to +Ventnor. + +"Then it was that, recovering, I found my crooked shoulder. The goddess +was born here. She is kin to Him Who Rules! How else could she shed the +lightnings? Was not the father of Iskander the god Zeus Ammon, who came +to Iskander's mother in the form of a great snake? Well? At any rate the +goddess was born--shedder of the lightnings even from her birth. And she +is as you see her. + +"Cleave to your kind! Cleave to your kind!" Suddenly he shrilled. +"Better is it to be whipped by your brother than to be eaten by the +tiger. Cleave to your kind. Look--I will show you the way to them." + +He sprang to his feet, clasped my wrist in one of his long hands, led +me through the curtained oval into the cylindrical hall, parted the +curtainings of Norhala's bedroom and pushed me within. Over the floor he +slid, still holding fast to me, and pressed against the farther wall. + + +An ovoid slice of the gemlike material slid aside, revealing a doorway. +I glimpsed a path, a trail, leading into a forest pallid green beneath +the wan light. This way thrust itself like a black tongue into the +boskage and vanished in the depths. + +"Follow it." He pointed. "Take those who came with you and follow it." + +The wrinkles upon his face writhed with his eagerness. + +"You will go?" panted Yuruk. "You will take them and go by that path?" + +"Not yet," I answered absently. "Not yet." + +And was brought abruptly to full alertness, vigilance, by the flame of +rage that filled the eyes thrust so close. + +"Lead back," I directed curtly. He slid the door into place, turned +sullenly. I followed, wondering what were the sources of the bitter +hatred he so plainly bore for us; the reasons for his eagerness to be +rid of us despite the commands of this woman who to him at least was +goddess. + +And by that curious human habit of seeking for the complex when the +simple answer lies close, failed to recognize that it was jealousy of +us that was the root of his behavior; that he wished to be, as it would +seem he had been for years, the only human thing near Norhala; failed +to realize this, and with Ruth and Drake was terribly to pay for this +failure. + +I looked down upon the pair, sleeping soundly; upon Ventnor lost still +in trance. + +"Sit," I ordered the eunuch. "And turn your back to me." + +I dropped down beside Drake, my mind wrestling with the mystery, but +every sense alert for movement from the black. Glibly enough I had +passed over Dick's questioning as to the consciousness of the Metal +People; now I faced it knowing it to be the very crux of these +incredible phenomena; admitting, too, that despite all my special +pleading, about that point swirled in my own mind the thickest mists of +uncertainty. That their sense of order was immensely beyond a man's was +plain. + +As plain was it that their knowledge of magnetic force and its +manipulation were far beyond the sphere of humanity. That they had +realization of beauty this palace of Norhala's proved--and no human +imagination could have conceived it nor human hands have made its +thought of beauty real. What were their senses through which their +consciousness fed? + +Nine in number had been the sapphire ovals set within the golden zone of +the Disk. Clearly it came to me that these were sense organs! + +But--nine senses! + +And the great stars--how many had they? And the cubes--did they open as +did globe and pyramid? + +Consciousness itself--after all what is it? A secretion of the brain? +The cumulative expression, wholly chemical, of the multitudes of cells +that form us? The inexplicable governor of the city of the body of which +these myriads of cells are the citizens--and created by them out of +themselves to rule? + +Is it what many call the soul? Or is it a finer form of matter, a +self-realizing force, which uses the body as its vehicle just as other +forces use for their vestments other machines? After all, I thought, +what is this conscious self of ours, the ego, but a spark of realization +running continuously along the path of time within the mechanism we call +the brain; making contact along that path as the electric spark at the +end of a wire? + +Is there a sea of this conscious force which laps the shores of the +farthest-flung stars; that finds expression in everything--man and rock, +metal and flower, jewel and cloud? Limited in its expression only by the +limitations of that which animates, and in essence the same in all. If +so, then this problem of the life of the Metal People ceased to be a +problem; was answered! + +So thinking I became aware of increasing light; strode past Yuruk to +the door and peeped out. Dawn was paling the sky. I stooped over Drake, +shook him. On the instant he was awake, alert. + +"I only need a little sleep, Dick," I said. "When the sun is well up, +call me." + +"Why, it's dawn," he whispered. "Goodwin, you ought not to have let me +sleep so long. I feel like a damned pig." + +"Never mind," I said. "But watch the eunuch closely." + +I rolled myself up in his warm blanket; sank almost instantly into +dreamless slumber. + + + + +CHAPTER XVIII. INTO THE PIT + +High was the sun when I awakened; or so, I supposed, opening my eyes +upon a flood of daylight. As I lay, lazily, recollection rushed upon me. + +It was no sky into which I was gazing; it was the dome of Norhala's +elfin home. And Drake had not aroused me. Why? And how long had I slept? + +I jumped to my feet, stared about. Ruth nor Drake nor the black eunuch +was there! + +"Ruth!" I shouted. "Drake!" + +There was no answer. I ran to the doorway. Peering up into the white +vault of the heavens I set the time of day as close to seven; I had +slept then three hours, more or less. Yet short as that time of slumber +had been, I felt marvelously refreshed, reenergized; the effect, I was +certain, of the extraordinarily tonic qualities of the atmosphere of +this place. But where were the others? Where Yuruk? + +I heard Ruth's laughter. Some hundred yards to the left, half hidden +by a screen of flowering shrubs, I saw a small meadow. Within it a +half-dozen little white goats nuzzled around her and Dick. She was +milking one of them. + +Reassured, I drew back into the chamber, knelt over Ventnor. His +condition was unchanged. My gaze fell upon the pool that had been +Norhala's bath. Longingly I looked at it; then satisfying myself +that the milking process was not finished, slipped off my clothes and +splashed about. + +I had just time to get back in my clothes when through the doorway came +the pair, each carrying a porcelain pannikin full of milk. + +There was no shadow of fear or horror on her face. It was the old Ruth +who stood before me; nor was there effort in the smile she gave me. She +had been washed clean in the waters of sleep. + +"Don't worry, Walter," she said. "I know what you're thinking. But +I'm--ME again." + +"Where is Yuruk?" I turned to Drake bruskly to smother the sob of +sheer happiness I felt rising in my throat; and at his wink and warning +grimace abruptly forebore to press the question. + +"You men pick out the things and I'll get breakfast ready," said Ruth. + +Drake picked up the teakettle and motioned me before him. + +"About Yuruk," he whispered when he had gotten outside. "I gave him a +little object lesson. Persuaded him to go down the line a bit, showed +him my pistol, and then picked off one of Norhala's goats with it. Hated +to do it, but I knew it would be good for his soul. + +"He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. Thought it was +a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff. +'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a +finger on that girl inside there.'" + +"And then what happened?" I asked. + +"He beat it back there." He grinned, pointing toward the forest through +which ran the path the eunuch had shown me. "Probably hiding back of a +tree." + +As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him of the +revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me. + +"Whew-w!" he whistled. "In the nutcracker, eh? Trouble behind us and +trouble in front of us." + +"When do we start?" he asked, as we turned back. + +"Right after we've eaten," I answered. "There's no use putting it off. +How do you feel about it?" + +"Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party," he said. "Curious +but none too cheerful." + +Nor was I. I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity. But I was +not cheerful--no! + + +We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing open his set jaws, +thrusting a thin rubber tube down past his windpipe into his gullet and +dropping through it a few ounces of the goat milk. Our own breakfasting +was silent enough. + +We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; that was certain; she +must stay here with her brother. She would be safer in Norhala's home +than where we were going, of course, and yet to leave her was most +distressing. After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us +taking the journey; would not one do just as well? + +Drake could stay-- + +"No use of putting all our eggs in one basket," I broached the subject. +"I'll go down by myself while you stay and help Ruth. You can always +follow if I don't turn up in a reasonable time." + +His indignation at this proposal was matched only by her own. + +"You'll go with him, Dick Drake," she cried, "or I'll never look at or +speak to you again!" + +"Good Lord! Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?" Pain and wrath +struggled on his face. "We go together or neither of us goes. Ruth will +be all right here, Goodwin. The only thing she has any cause to fear is +Yuruk--and he's had his lesson. + +"Besides, she'll have the rifles and her pistols, and she knows how +to use them. What d'ye mean by making such a proposition as that?" His +indignation burst all bounds. + +Lamely I tried to justify myself. + +"I'll be all right," said Ruth. "I'm not afraid of Yuruk. And none of +these Things will hurt me--not after--not after--" Her eyes fell, her +lips quivered, then she faced us steadily. "Don't ask me how I know +that," she said quietly. "Believe me, I do know it. I am closer to--them +than you two are. And if I choose I can call upon that alien strength +their master gave me. It is for you two that I fear." + +"No fear for us," Drake burst out hastily. "We're Norhala's little +playthings. We're tabu. Take it from me, Ruth, I'd bet my head there +isn't one of these Things, great or small, and no matter how many, that +doesn't by this time know all about us. + +"We'll probably be received with demonstrations of interest by the +populace as welcome guests. Probably we'll find a sign--'Welcome to our +City'--hung up over the front gate." + +She smiled, a trifle tremulously. + +"We'll come back," he said. Suddenly he leaned forward, put his hands on +her shoulders. "Do you think there is anything that could keep me from +coming back?" he whispered. + +She trembled, wide eyes searching deep into his. + +"Well," I broke in, a bit uncomfortably, "we'd better be starting. +I think as Drake does, that we're tabu. Barring accident there's +no danger. And if I guess right about these Things, accident is +impossible." + +"As inconceivable as the multiplication table going wrong," he laughed, +straightening. + +And so we made ready. Our rifles would be worse than useless, we knew; +our pistols we decided to carry as Drake put it, "for comfort." Canteens +filled with water; a couple of emergency rations, a few instruments, +including a small spectroscope, a selection from the medical kit--all +these packed in a little haversack which he threw over his broad +shoulders. + +I pocketed my compact but exceedingly powerful field-glasses. To my +poignant and everlasting regret my camera had been upon the bolting +pony, and Ventnor had long been out of films for his. + +We were ready for our journey. + + +Our path led straight away, a smooth and dark-gray road whose surface +resembled cement packed under enormous pressure. It was all of fifty +feet wide and now, in daylight, glistened faintly as though overlaid +with some vitreous coating. It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way that +stopped at the threshold of Norhala's door. + +Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight as an arrow +onward and vanished between perpendicular cliffs which formed the +frowning gateway through which the night before we had passed upon the +coursing cubes from the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness +checked the gaze. + +Ruth with us, we made a brief inspection of the surroundings of +Norhala's house. It was set as though in the narrowest portion of +an hour-glass. The precipitous walls marched inward from the gateway +forming the lower half of the figure; at the back they swung apart at a +wider angle. + +This upper part of the hour-glass was filled with a park-like forest. It +was closed, perhaps twenty miles away, by a barrier of cliffs. + +How, I wondered, did the path which Yuruk had pointed out to me pierce +them? Was it by pass or tunnel; and why was it the armored men had not +found and followed it? + +The waist between these two mountain wedges was a valley not more than +a mile wide. Norhala's house stood in its center; and it was like a +garden, dotted with flowering and fragrant lilies and here and there a +tiny green meadow. The great globe of blue that was Norhala's dwelling +seemed less to rest upon the ground than to emerge from it; as though +its basic curvatures were hidden in the earth. + +What was its substance I could not tell. It was as though built of the +lacquer of the gems whose colors it held. And beautiful, wondrously, +incredibly beautiful it was--an immense bubble of froth of molten +sapphires and turquoises. + +We had not time to study its beauties. A few last instructions to Ruth, +and we set forth down the gray road. Hardly had we taken a few steps +when there came a faint cry from her. + +"Dick! Dick--come here!" + +He sprang to her, caught her hands in his. For a moment, half frightened +it seemed, she considered him. + +"Dick," I heard her whisper. "Dick--come back safe to me!" + +I saw his arms close about her, hers tighten around his neck; black hair +touched the silken brown curls, their lips met, clung. I turned away. + +In a little time he joined me; head down, silent, he strode along beside +me, utterly dejected. + +A hundred more yards and we turned. Ruth was still standing on the +threshold of the house of mystery, watching us. She waved her hands, +flitted in, was hidden from us. And Drake still silent, we pushed on. + +The walls of the gateway were close. The sparse vegetation along the +base of the cliffs had ceased; the roadway itself had merged into the +smooth, bare floor of the canyon. From vertical edge to vertical edge +of the rocky portal stretched a curtain of shimmering mist. As we drew +nearer we saw that this was motionless, and less like vapor of water +than vapor of light; it streamed in oddly fixed lines like atoms of +crystals in a still solution. Drake thrust an arm within it, waved it; +the mist did not move. It seemed instead to interpenetrate the arm--as +though bone and flesh were spectral, without power to dislodge the +shining particles from position. + +We passed within it--side by side. + +Instantly I knew that whatever these veils were, they were not moisture. +The air we breathed was dry, electric. I was sensible of a decided +stimulation, a pleasant tingling along every nerve, a gaiety almost +light-headed. We could see each other quite plainly, the rocky floor on +which we trod as well. Within this vapor of light there was no ghost +of sound; it was utterly empty of it. I saw Drake turn to me, his mouth +open in a laugh, his lips move in speech--and although he bent close to +my ear, I heard nothing. He frowned, puzzled, and walked on. + + +Abruptly we stepped into an opening, a pocket of clear air. Our ears +were filled with a high, shrill humming as unpleasantly vibrant as the +shriek of a sand blast. Six feet to our right was the edge of the +ledge on which we stood; beyond it was a sheer drop into space. A shaft +piercing down into the void and walled with the mists. + +But it was not that shaft that made us clutch each other. No! It was +that through it uprose a colossal column of the cubes. It stood a +hundred feet from us. Its top was another hundred feet above the level +of our ledge and its length vanished in the depths. + +And its head was a gigantic spinning wheel, yards in thickness, tapering +at its point of contact with the cliff wall into a diameter half that +of the side closest the column, gleaming with flashes of green flame and +grinding with tremendous speed at the face of the rock. + +Over it, attached to the cliff, was a great vizored hood of some pale +yellow metal, and it was this shelter that cutting off the vaporous +light like an enormous umbrella made the pocket of clarity in which we +stood, the shaft up which sprang the pillar. + +All along the length of that column as far as we could see the +myriad tiny eyes of the Metal People shone out upon us, not twinkling +mischievously, but--grotesque as this may seem, I cannot help it--wide +with surprise. + +Only an instant longer did the great wheel spin. I saw the screaming +rock melting beneath it, dropping like lava. Then, as though it had +received some message, abruptly its motion now ceased. + +It tilted; looked down upon us! + +I noted that its grinding surface was studded thickly with the smaller +pyramids and that the tips of these were each capped with what seemed +to be faceted gems gleaming with the same pale yellow radiance as the +Shrine of the Cones. + +The column was bending; the wheel approaching. + +Drake seized me by the arm, drew me swiftly back into the mists. We were +shrouded in their silences. Step by step we went on, peering for +the edge of the shelf, feeling in fancy that prodigious wheeled face +stealing upon us; afraid to look behind lest in looking we might step +too close to the unseen verge. + +Yard after yard we slowly covered. Suddenly the vapors thinned; we +passed out of them-- + +A chaos of sound beat about us. The clanging of a million anvils; the +clamor of a million forges; the crashing of a hundred years of thunder; +the roarings of a thousand hurricanes. The prodigious bellowings of the +Pit beating against us now as they had when we had flown down the long +ramp into the depths of the Sea of Light. + +Instinct with unthinkable power was that clamor; the very voice of +Force. Stunned, nay BLINDED, by it, we covered ears and eyes. + +As before, the clangor died, leaving in its wake a bewildered silence. +Then that silence began to throb with a vast humming, and through that +humming rang a murmur as that of a river of diamonds. + +We opened our eyes, felt awe grip our throats as though a hand had +clutched them. + +Difficult, difficult almost beyond thought is it for me now to essay to +draw in words the scene before us then. For although I can set down what +it was we saw, I nor any man can transmute into phrases its essence, its +spirit, the intangible wonder that was its synthesis--the appallingly +beautiful, soul-shaking strangeness of it, its grandeur, its fantasy, +and its alien terror. + +The Domain of the Metal Monster--it was filled like a chalice with Its +will; was the visible expression of that will. + +We stood at the very rim of a wide ledge. We looked down into an immense +pit, shaped into a perfect oval, thirty miles in length I judged, and +half that as wide, and rimmed with colossal precipices. We were at the +upper end of this deep valley and on the tip of its axis; I mean that +it stretched longitudinally before us along the line of greatest length. +Five hundred feet below was the pit's floor. Gone were the clouds of +light that had obscured it the night before; the air crystal clear; +every detail standing out with stereoscopic sharpness. + +First the eyes rested upon a broad band of fluorescent amethyst, ringing +the entire rocky wall. It girdled the cliffs at a height of ten thousand +feet, and from this flaming zone, as though it clutched them, fell the +curtains of sparkling mist, the enigmatic, sound-slaying vapors. + +But now I saw that all of these veils were not motionless like those +through which we had just passed. To the northwest they were pulsing +like the aurora, and like the aurora they were shot through with swift +iridescences, spectrums, polychromatic gleamings. And always these were +ordered, geometric--like immense and flitting prismatic crystals flying +swiftly to the very edges of the veils, then darting as swiftly back. + +From zone and veils the gaze leaped to the incredible City towering not +two miles away from us. + +Blue black, shining, sharply cut as though from polished steel, it +reared full five thousand feet on high! + +How great it was I could not tell, for the height of its precipitous +walls barred the vision. The frowning facade turned toward us was, I +estimated, five miles in length. Its colossal scarp struck the eyes +like a blow; its shadow, falling upon us, checked the heart. It was +overpowering--dreadful as that midnight city of Dis that Dante saw +rising up from another pit. + +It was a metal city, mountainous. + +Featureless, smooth, the immense wall of it heaved heavenward. It should +have been blind, that vast oblong face--but it was not blind. From it +radiated alertness, vigilance. It seemed to gaze toward us as though +every foot were manned with sentinels; guardians invisible to the eyes +whose concentration of watchfulness was caught by some subtle hidden +sense higher than sight. + +It was a metal city, mountainous and--AWARE. + +About its base were huge openings. Through and around these portals +swirled hordes of the Metal People; in units and in combinations coming +and going, streaming in and out, forming as they came and went patterns +about the openings like the fretted spume of great breakers surging +into, retreating from, ocean-bitten gaps in some iron-bound coast. + +From the immensity of the City the eyes dropped back to the Pit in which +it lay. Its floor was plaquelike, a great plane smooth as though turned +by potter's wheel, broken by no mound nor hillock, slope nor terrace; +level, horizontal, flawlessly flat. On it was no green living thing--no +tree nor bush, meadow nor covert. + +It was alive with movement. A ferment that was as purposeful as it was +mechanical, a ferment symmetrical, geometrical, supremely ordered-- + +The surging of the Metal Hordes. + +There they moved beneath us, these enigmatic beings, in a countless +host. They marched and countermarched in battalions, in regiments, in +armies. Far to the south I glimpsed a company of colossal shapes like +mobile, castellated and pyramidal mounts. They were circling, weaving +about each other with incredible rapidity--like scores of great pyramids +crowned with gigantic turrets and dancing. From these turrets came vivid +flashes, lightning bright--on their wake the rolling echoes of faraway +thunder. + +Out of the north sped a squadron of obelisks from whose tops flamed +and flared the immense spinning wheels, appearing at this distance like +fiery whirling disks. + +Up from their setting the Metal People lifted themselves in a thousand +incredible shapes, shapes squared and globed and spiked and shifting +swiftly into other thousands as incredible. I saw a mass of them draw +themselves up into the likeness of a tent skyscraper high; hang so for +an instant, then writhe into a monstrous chimera of a dozen towering +legs that strode away like a gigantic headless and bodiless tarantula in +steps two hundred feet long. I watched mile-long lines of them shape and +reshape into circles, into interlaced lozenges and pentagons--then lift +in great columns and shoot through the air in unimaginable barrage. + +Through all this incessant movement I sensed plainly purpose, knew +that it was definite activity toward a definite end, caught the clear +suggestion of drill, of maneuver. + +And when the shiftings of the Metal Hordes permitted we saw that all +the flat floor of the valley was stripped and checkered, stippled and +tessellated with every color, patterned with enormous lozenges and +squares, rhomboids and parallelograms, pentagons and hexagons and +diamonds, lunettes, circles and spirals; harlequined yet harmonious; +instinct with a grotesque suggestion of a super-Futurism. + +But always this patterning was ordered, always COHERENT. As though +it were a page on which was spelled some untranslatable other world +message. + +Fourth Dimensional revelations by some Euclidean deity! Commandments +traced by some mathematical God! + +Looping across the vale, emerging from the sparkling folds of the +southernmost curtainings and vanishing into the gleaming veils of the +easternmost, ran a broad ribbon of pale-green jade; not straightly but +with manifold convolutions and flourishes. It was like a sentence in +Arabic. + +It was margined with sapphire blue. All along its twisting course two +broad bands of jet margined the cerulean shore. It was spanned by scores +of flashing crystal arches. Nor were these bridges--even from that +distance I knew they were no bridges. From them came the crystalline +murmurings. + +Jade? This stream jade? If so then it must be in truth molten, for I +caught its swift and polished rushing! It was no jade. It was in truth a +river; a river running like a writing across a patterned plane. + +I looked upward--up to the circling peaks. They were a stupendous +coronet thrusting miles deep into the dazzling sky. I raised my glasses, +swept them. In color they were an immense and variegated flower with +countless multiform petals of stone; in outline they were a ring of +fortresses built by fantastic unknown Gods. + +Up they thrust--domed and arched, spired and horned, pyramided, fanged +and needled. Here were palisades of burning orange with barbicans of +incandescent bronze; there aiguilles of azure rising from bastions of +cinnabar red; turrets of royal purple, obelisks of indigo; titanic forts +whose walls were splashed with vermilion, with citron yellows and with +rust of rubies; watch towers of flaming scarlet. + +Scattered among them were the flashing emeralds of the glaciers and the +immense pallid baroques of the snow fields. + +Like a diadem the summits ringed the Pit. Below them ran the ring of +flashing amethyst with its aural mists. Between them lay the vast and +patterned flat covered with still symbol and inexplicable movement. +Under their summits brooded the blue black, metallic mass of the Seeing +City. + +Within circling walls, over plain and from the City hovered a cosmic +spirit not to be understood by man. Like an emanation of stars and +space, it was yet gem fine and gem hard, crystalline and metallic, +lapidescent and-- + +Conscious! + +Down from the ledge where we stood fell a steep ramp, similar to that by +which, in the darkness, we had descended. It dropped at an angle of at +least forty-five degrees; its surface was smooth and polished. + +Through the mists at our back stole a shining block. It paused, seemed +to perk itself; spun so that in turn each of its six faces took us in. + +I felt myself lifted upon it by multitudes of little invisible hands; +saw Drake whirling up beside me. I moved toward him--through the force +that held us. A block swept away from the ledge, swayed for a moment. +Under us, as though we were floating in air, the Pit lay stretched. +There was a rapid readjustment, a shifting of our two selves upon +another surface. I looked down upon a tremendous, slender pillar of the +cubes, dropping below, five hundred feet to the valley's floor a column +of which the block that held us was the top. + +Gone was the whirling wheel that had crowned it, but I knew this for the +Grinding Thing from which we had fled; the questing block had been its +scout. As though curious to know more of us, the Shape had sought us out +through the mists, its messenger had caught us, delivered us to it. + +The pillar leaned over--bent like that shining pillar that had bridged +for us, at Norhala's commands, the abyss. The floor of the valley arose +to meet us. Further and further leaned the pillar. Again there was a +rapid shifting of us to another surface of the crowning cube. Fast now +swept up toward us the valley floor. A dizziness clouded my sight. There +was a little shock, a rolling over the Thing that had held us-- + +We stood upon the floor of the Pit. + +And breaking from the immense and prostrate shaft on whose top we had +ridden downward came score upon score of the cubes. They broke from it, +disintegrating it; circled about us, curiously, interestedly, twinkling +at us from their deep sparkling points of eyes. + +Helplessly we gazed at those who circled around us. Then suddenly I felt +myself lifted once more, was tossed to the surface of the nearest block. +Upon it I spun while the tiny eyes searched me. Then like a human ball +it tossed me to another. I caught a glimpse of Drake's tall figure +drifting through the air. + +The play became more rapid, breathtaking. It was play; I recognized +that. But it was perilous play for us. I felt myself as fragile as a +doll of glass in the hands of careless children. + +I was tossed to a waiting cube. On the ground, not ten feet from me, +was Drake, swaying dizzily. Suddenly the cube that held me tightened its +grip; tightened it so that it drew me irresistibly flat down upon its +surface. Before I dropped, Drake's body leaped toward me as though drawn +by a lasso. He fell at my side. + +Then pursued by scores of the Things and like some mischievous boy +bearing off the spoils, the block that held us raced away, straight for +an open portal. A blaze of incandescent blue flame blinded me; again +as the dazzlement faded I saw Drake beside me--a skeleton form. Swiftly +flesh melted back upon him, clothed him. + +The cube stopped, abruptly; the hosts of little unseen hands raised +us, slid us gently over its edge, set us upright beside it. And it sped +away. + +All about us stretched another of those vast halls in which on high +burned the pale-gilt suns. Between its colossal columns streamed +thousands of the Metal Folk; no longer hurriedly, but quietly, +deliberately, sedately. + +We were within the City--even as Ventnor had commanded. + + + + +CHAPTER XIX. THE CITY THAT WAS ALIVE + +Close beside us was one of the cyclopean columns. We crept to it; +crouched at its base opposite the drift of the Metal People; strove, +huddled there, to regain our shaken poise. Like bagatelles we felt in +that tremendous place, the weird luminaries gleaming above like garlands +of frozen suns, the enigmatic hosts of animate cubes and spheres and +pyramids trooping past. + +They ranged in size from shapes yard-high to giants of thirty feet or +more. They paid no heed to us, did not stop; streaming on, engrossed in +whatever mysterious business was summoning them. And after a time their +numbers lessened; thinned down to widely separate groups, to stragglers; +then ceased. The hall was empty of them. + +As far as the eye could reach the columned spaces stretched. I was +conscious once more of that unusual flow of energy through every vein +and nerve. + +"Follow the crowd!" said Drake. "Do you feel just full of pep and +ginger, by the way?" + +"I am aware of the most extraordinary vigor," I answered. + +"Some weird joint," he mused, looking about him. "Wonder if they have +any windows? This whole place looked solid to me--what I could see of +it. Wonder if we'll get up against it for air? These Things don't need +it, that's sure. Wonder--" + +He broke off staring fascinatedly at the pillar behind us. + +"Look here, Goodwin!" There was a tremor in his voice. "What do you make +of THIS?" + +I followed his pointing finger; looked at him inquiringly. + +"The eyes!" he said impatiently. "Don't you see them? The eyes in the +column!" + +And now I saw them. The pillar was a pale metallic blue, in color a +trifle darker than the Metal Folk. All within it were the myriads of +tiny crystalline points that we had grown to know were the receptors +of some strange sense of sight. But they did not sparkle as did those +others; they were dull, lifeless. I touched the surface. It was smooth, +cool--with none of that subtle, warm vitality that pulsed through all +the Things with which I had come in contact. I shook my head, realizing +as I did so what a shock the incredible possibility he had suggested had +given me. + +"No," I said. "There is a resemblance, yes. But there is no force about +this--stuff; no life. Besides, such a thing is utterly incredible." + +"They might be--dormant," he suggested stubbornly. "Can you see any mark +of their joining--if they ARE the cubes?" + +Together we scanned the pillar minutely. The faces seemed unbroken, +continuous; there was no trace of those thin and shining lines that +marked the juncture of the cubes when they had clicked together to form +the bridge of the abyss or that had gleamed, crosslike, upon the back of +the combined four upon which we had followed Norhala. + +"It's a sheer impossibility. It's madness to think such a thing, Drake!" +I exclaimed, and wondered at my own vehemence of denial. + +"Maybe," he shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe--but--well--let's be on +our way." + +We strode on, following the direction the Metal Folk had gone. Clearly +Drake was still doubtful; at each pillar he hesitated, scanning it +closely with troubled eyes. + +But I, having determinedly dismissed the idea, was more interested +in the fantastic lights that flooded this columned hall with their +buttercup radiance. They were still and unwinking; not disks, I could +see now, but globes. Great and small, they floated motionless, their +rays extending rigidly and as still as the orb that shed them. + +Yet rigid as they were there was nothing about either rays or orbs that +suggested either hardness or the metallic. They were vaporous, soft as +St. Elmo's fire, the witch lights that cling at times to the spars of +ships, weird gleaming visitors from the invisible ocean of atmospheric +electricity. + +When they disappeared, as they did frequently, it was instantaneously, +completely, with a disconcerting sleight-of-hand finality. I noted, +though, that when they did vanish, immediately close to where they +had been other orbs swam forth with that same astonishing abruptness; +sometimes only one, larger it might be than that which had gone; +sometimes a cluster of smaller globes, their frozen, crocused rays +impinging. + +What could they be, I wondered--how fixed, and what the source of +their light? Products of electro-magnetic currents and born of the +interpenetration of such streams flowing above us? Such a theory might +account for their disappearance, and reappearance, shiftings of the +flows that changed the light producing points of contact. Wireless +lights? If so here was an idea that human science might elaborate if +ever we returned to-- + +"Now which way?" Drake broke in upon my musing. The hall had ended. We +stood before a blank wall vanishing into the soft mists hiding the roof +of the chamber. + +"I thought we had been going along the way They went," I said in +amazement. + +"So did I," he answered. "We must have circled. They never went through +THAT unless--unless--" He hesitated. + +"Unless what?" I asked sharply. + +"Unless it opened and let them through," he said. "Have you forgotten +those great ovals--like cat's eyes that opened in the outer walls?" he +added quietly. + +I HAD forgotten. I looked again at the wall. Certainly it was smooth, +lineless. In one unbroken, shining surface it rose, a facade of polished +metal. Within it the deep set points of light were duller even than they +had been in the pillars; almost indeed indistinguishable. + +"Go on to the left," I said none too patiently. "And get that absurd +notion out of your head." + +"All right." He flushed. "But you don't think I'm afraid, do you?" + +"If what you're thinking were true, you'd have a right to be," I replied +tartly. "And I want to tell you I'D be afraid. Damned afraid." + +For perhaps two hundred paces we skirted the base of the wall. We came +abruptly to an opening, an oblong passageway fully fifty foot wide by +twice as high. At its entrance the mellow, saffron light was cut off as +though by an invisible screen. The tunnel itself was filled with a dim +grayish blue luster. For an instant we contemplated it. + +"I wouldn't care to be caught in there by any rush," I hesitated. + +"There's not much good in thinking of that now," said Drake, grimly. +"A few chances more or less in a joint of this kind is nothing between +friends, Goodwin; take it from me. Come on." + +We entered. Walls, floor and roof were composed of the same substance as +the great pillars, the wall of the outer chamber; filled like them with +dimmed replicas of the twinkling eye points. + +"Odd that all the places in here are square," muttered Drake. "They +don't seem to have used any spherical or pyramidal ideas in their +building--if it is a building." + +It was true. All was mathematically straight up and down and across. It +was strange--still we had seen little as yet. + +There was a warmth about this passageway we trod; a difference in the +air of it. The warmth grew, a dry and baking heat; but stimulative +rather than oppressive. I touched the walls; the warmth did not come +from them. And there was no wind. Yet as we went on the heat increased. + +The passageway turned at a right angle, continuing in a corridor +half its former dimensions. Far away shone a high bar of pale yellow +radiance, rising like a pillar of light from floor to roof. Toward it, +perforce, we trudged. Its brilliancy grew greater. + +A few paces away from it we stopped. The yellow luminescence streamed +through a slit not more than a foot wide in the wall. We were in a +cul-de-sac for the opening was not wide enough for either Drake or me +to push through. Through it with the light gushed the curious heat +enveloping us. + +Drake walked to the opening, peered through. I joined him. + +At first all that I could see was a space filled with the saffron +lambency. Then I saw that this was splashed with tiny flashes of the +jewel fires; little lances and javelin thrusts of burning emeralds and +rubies; darting gem hard flames rose scarlet and pale sapphire; quick +flares of violet. + +Into my sight through the irised, crocus mist swam the radiant body of +Norhala! + +She stood naked, clad only in the veils of her hair that glowed now +like spun silk of molten copper, her strange eyes wide and smiling, the +galaxies of tiny stars sparkling through their gray depths. + +And all about her swirled a countless host of the Little Things! + +From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists. They played +and frolicked about her in scores of swiftly forming, swiftly changing, +goblin shapes. They circled her feet in shining, elfin rings; then +opening into flaming disks and stars, shot up and spun about the white +miracle of her body in great girdles of multi-colored living fires. +Mingled with disk and star were tiny crosses gleaming with sullen, deep +crimsons and smoky orange. + +A flash of blue incandescence and a slender pillared shape leaped from +the floor; became a coronet, a whirling, flashing halo toward which +streamed up the flaming tendrilings of her tresses. Other halos circled +her arms and breasts; they spun like bracelets about the outstretched +arms. + +Then like a swiftly rushing wave a host of the Little Things thrust +themselves up, covered her, hid her in a coruscating cloud. + +I saw an exquisite arm thrust itself from their clinging, wave gaily; +saw her glorious head emerge from the incredible, the seething draperies +of living jewels. I heard her laughter, sweet and golden and far away. + +Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes! + +The Nursery of the Metal People! + +Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too were the bar of +light and the chamber into which we had been peering. We stared at a +smooth, blank wall. With that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had +closed even as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we had +not seen its motion. + +I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest corner--for on the +other side of us the wall was opening. First it was only a crack; then +rapidly it widened. There stretched another passageway, luminous and +long; far down it we glimpsed movement. Closer that movement came, +grew plainer. Out of the mistily luminous distances, three abreast and +filling the corridor from side to side, raced upon us a company of the +great spheres! + +Back we cowered from their approach--back and back; arms outstretched, +pressing against the barrier, flattening ourselves against the shock of +the destroying impact menacing. + +"It's all up," muttered Drake. "No place to run. They're bound to smash +us. Stick close, Doc. Get back to Ruth. Maybe I can stop them!" + +Before I could check him, he had leaped straight in the path of the +rushing globes, now a scant twoscore yards away. + +The globes stopped--halted a few feet from him. They seemed to +contemplate us, astonished. They turned upon themselves, as though +consulting. Slowly they advanced. We were pushed forward and lifted +gently. Then as we hung suspended, held by that force which always I can +liken only to myriads of tiny invisible hands, the shining arcs of their +backs undulated beneath us. + +Their files swung around the corner and marched down the passage by +which we had come from the immense hall. And when the last rank had +passed from under us we were dropped softly to our feet; stood swaying +in their wake. + +A curious frenzy of helpless indignation shook me, a rage of humiliation +obscuring all gratitude I should have felt for our escape. Drake's eyes +blazed wrath. + +"The insolent devils!" He raised clenched fists. "The insolent, +domineering devils!" + +We stared after them. + +Was the passage growing narrower--closing? Even as I gazed I saw it +shrink; saw its walls slide silently toward each other. I pushed Drake +into the newly opened way and sprang after him. + +Behind us was an unbroken wall covering all that space in which but a +moment before we had stood! + +Is it to be wondered that a panic seized us; that we began to run +crazily down the alley that still lay open before us, casting over +our shoulders quick, fearful glances to see whether that inexorable, +dreadful closing was continuing, threatening to crush us between these +walls like flies in a vise of steel? + +But they did not close. Unbroken, silent, the way stretched before us +and behind us. At last, gasping, avoiding each other's gaze, we paused. + +And at that very moment of pause a deeper tremor shook me, a trembling +of the very foundations of life, the shuddering of one who faces the +inconceivable knowing at last that the inconceivable--IS. + +For, abruptly, walls and floor and roof broke forth into countless +twinklings! + +As though a film had been withdrawn from them, as though they had +awakened from slumber, myriads of little points of light shone forth +upon us from the pale-blue surfaces--lights that considered us, measured +us--mocked us. + +The little points of living light that were the eyes of the Metal +People! + +This was no corridor cut through inert matter by mechanic art; its +opening had been caused by no hidden mechanisms! It was a living +Thing--walled and floored and roofed by the living bodies--of the Metal +People themselves. + +Its opening, as had been the closing of that other passage, was the +conscious, coordinate and voluntary action of the Things that formed +these mighty walls. + +An action that obeyed, was directed by, the incredibly gigantic, +communistic will which, like the spirit of the hive, the soul of the +formicary, animated every unit of them. + +A greater realization swept us. If THIS were true, then those pillars in +the vast hall, its towering walls--all this City was one living Thing! + +Built of the animate bodies of countless millions! Tons upon countless +tons of them shaping a gigantic pile of which every atom was sentient, +mobile--intelligent! + +A Metal Monster! + +Now I knew why it was that its frowning facade had seemed to watch us +Argus-eyed as the Things had tossed us toward it. It HAD watched us! + +That flood of watchfulness pulsing about us had been actual +concentration of regard of untold billions of tiny eyes of the living +block which formed the City's cliff. + +A City that Saw! A City that was Alive! + +No secret mechanism then--back darted my mind to that first terror--had +closed the wall, shutting from our sight Norhala at play with the Little +Things. None had opened the way for, had closed the way behind, the +coursing spheres. It had been done by the conscious action of the +conscious Things of whose living bodies was built this whole tremendous +thinking pile! + + +I think that for a moment we both went a little mad as that staggering +truth came to us. I know we started to run once more, side by side, +gripping like frightened children each other's hands. Then Drake +stopped. + +"By all the HELL of this place," he said, solemnly, "I'll run no more. +After all--we're men. If they kill us, they kill us. But by the God who +made me I'll run from them no more. I'll die standing." + +His courage steadied me. Defiantly we marched on. Up from below us, down +from the roof, out from the walls of our way the hosts of eyes gleamed +and twinkled upon us. + +"Who could have believed it?" he muttered, half to himself. "A living +city of them! A living nest of them; a prodigious living nest of metal!" + +"A nest?" I caught the word. What did it suggest? That was it--the nest +of the army ants, the city of the army ants, that Beebe had studied in +the South American jungles and once described to me. After all, was this +more wonderful, more unbelievable than that--the city of ants which was +formed by their living bodies precisely as this was of the bodies of the +Cubes? + +How had Beebe * phrased it--"the home, the nest, the hearth, the nursery, +the bridal suite, the kitchen, the bed and board of the army ants." +Built of and occupied by those blind and deaf and savage little insects +which by the guidance of smell alone carried on the most intricate +operations, the most complex activities. Nothing here was stranger than +that, I reflected--if once one could rid the mind of the paralyzing +influence of the shapes of the Metal Things. Whence came the stimuli +that moved THEM, the stimuli to which THEY reacted? + + * William Beebe, Atlantic Monthly, October, 1919. + +Well then--whence and how came the orders to which the ANTS responded; +that bade them open THIS corridor in their nest, close THAT, form this +chamber, fill that one? Was one more mysterious than the other? + +Breaking into my current of thoughts came consciousness that I was +moving with increased speed; that my body was fast growing lighter. + +Simultaneously with this recognition I felt myself lifted from the +floor of the corridor and levitated with considerable rapidity forward; +looking down I saw that floor several feet below me. Drake's arm wound +itself around my shoulder. + +"Closing up behind us," he muttered. "They're putting us--out." + +It was, indeed, as though the passageway had wearied of our deliberate +progress. Had decided to--give us a lift. Rearward it was shutting. I +noted with interest how accurately this motion kept pace with our own +speed, and how fluidly the walls seemed to run together. + +Our movement became accelerated. It was as though we floated buoyantly, +weightless, upon some swift stream. The sensation was curiously +pleasant, languorous--what was that word Ruth had used?--ELEMENTAL--and +free. The supporting force seemed to flow equally from walls and +floor; to reach down to us from the roof. It was slumberously even, and +effortless. I saw that in advance of us the living corridor was opening +even as behind us it was closing. + +All around us the little eye points twinkled and--laughed. + +There was no danger here--there could be none. Deeper and deeper dropped +my mind into the depths of that alien tranquillity. Faster and faster we +floated--onward. + +Abruptly, ahead of us shone a blaze of daylight. We passed into it. The +force holding us withdrew its grip; I felt solidity beneath my feet; +stood and leaned back against a smooth wall. + +The corridor had ended and--had shut us out from itself. + +"Bounced!" exclaimed Drake. + +And incongruous, flippant, colloquial as was that word, I know none that +would better describe my own feelings. + +We were BOUNCED out upon a turret jutting from the barrier. And before +us lay spread the most amazing, the most extraordinary fantastic scene +upon which, I think, the vision of man has rested since the advent of +time. + + + + +CHAPTER XX. VAMPIRES OF THE SUN + +It was a crater; a half mile on high and all of two thousand feet across +ran the circular lip of its vast rim. Above it was a circle of white and +glaring sky in whose center flamed the sun. + +And instantly, before my vision could grasp a tithe of that panorama, I +knew that this place was the very heart of the City; its vital ganglion; +its soul. + +Around the crater lip were poised thousands of concave disks, vernal +green, enormous. They were like a border of gigantic, upthrust shields; +and within each, emblazoned like a shield's device, was a blinding +flower of flame--the reflected, dilated face of the sun. Below this +diadem hung, pendent, clusters of other disks, swarmed like the globular +hiving of the constellation Hercules' captured stars. And each of these +prisoned the image of our sun. + +A hundred feet below us was the crater floor. + +Up from it thrust a mountainous forest of the pallidly radiant cones; +bristling; prodigious. Tier upon tier, thicket upon thicket, phalanx +upon phalanx they climbed. Up and up, pyramidically, they flung their +spiked hosts. + +They drew together two thousand feet above us, clustering close about +the foot of a single huge spire which thrust itself skyward above them. +The crest of this spire was truncated. From its shorn tip radiated +scores of long and slender spokes holding in place a thousand feet wide +wheel of wan green disks whose concave surfaces, unlike those smooth +ones girding the crater, were curiously faceted. + +This amazing structure rested upon a myriad-footed base of crystal, +even as had that other cornute fantasy beside which we had met the great +Disk. But it was in size to that as--as Leviathan to a minnow. From it +streamed the same baffling suggestion of invincible force transmuted +into matter; energy coalesced into the tangible; power made concentrate +in the vestments of substance. + +Half-way between crater lip and floor began the hordes of the Metal +People. + +In colossal animate cheveau-de-frise of hundred-foot girders they thrust +themselves out from the curving walls--walls, I knew, as alive as they! + +From these Brobdignagian beams they swung in ropes and clusters--spheres +and cubes studded as thickly with the pyramids as ever Titan's mace with +spikes. Group after bizarre group they dropped; pendulous. Coppices +of slender columns of thistled globes sprang up to meet the festooned +joists. + +Between the girders they draped themselves in long, stellated garlands; +grouped themselves in innumerable, kaleidoscopic patterns. + +They clicked into place around the golden turret in which we crouched. + +In fantastic arrases they swayed in front of us--now hiding by, now +revealing through their quicksilver interweavings the mounts of the +Cones. + +And steadily those flowing in below added to their multitudes; gliding +up cable and pillar; building out still further the living girders, +stringing themselves upon living festoon and living garland, weaving in +among them, changing their shapes, rewriting their symbols. + +They swung and threaded swiftly, in shifting arabesque, in Gothic +traceries, in lace-like fantasies; utterly bizarre, unutterably +beautiful--crystalline, geometric always. + +Abruptly their movement ceased--so abruptly that the stoppage of all the +ordered turmoil had the quality of appalling silence. + +An unimaginable tapestry bedight with incredible broidery, the Metal +People draped the vast cup. + +Pillared it as though it were a temple. + +Garnished it with their bodies as though it were a shrine. + +Across the floor toward the Cones glided a palely lustrous sphere. In +shape only a globe like all its kind, yet it was invested with power; it +radiated power as a star does light; was clothed in unseen garments of +supernal force. In its wake drifted two great pyramids; after them ten +spheres but little smaller than the Shape which led. + +"The Metal Emperor!" breathed Drake. + +On they swept until they reached the base of the Cones. They paused at +the edge of the crystal tabling. They turned. + +There was a flashing as of a meteor bursting. The globe had opened into +that splendor of jewel fires before which had floated Norhala and Ruth. + +I saw again the luminous ovals of sapphire, studding its golden zone, +the mystic rose of pulsing, petal flame, the still core of incandescent +ruby that was the heart of that rose. + +Strangely I felt my own heart veer toward this--Thing; bowing before its +beauty and its strength; almost worshiping! + +A shock of revulsion went through me. I shot a quick, half frightened +glance at Drake. He was crouching dangerously close to the lip of the +ledge, hands clasped and knuckles white with the intensity of his grip, +eyes rapt, staring--upon the verge of worship even as I had been. + +"Drake!" I thrust my elbow into his side brutally. "None of that! +Remember you're human! Guard yourself, man--guard yourself!" + +"What?" he muttered; then, abruptly: "How did you know?" + +"I felt it myself," I answered: "For God's sake, Dick--hold fast to +yourself! Remember Ruth!" + +He shook his head violently--as though to be rid of some clinging, +cloying thing. + +"I'll not forget again," he said. + +He huddled down once more close to the edge of the shelf; peering over. +No one of the Metal People had moved; the silence, the stillness, was +unbroken. + +Now the flanking pyramids shot forth into twin stars, blazing with +violet luminescences. And one by one after them the ten lesser spheres +expanded into flaming orbs; beautiful they were, but far less glorious +than that Disk of whom they were the counselors?--ministers?--what? + +Still there was no movement among all the arrased, girdered, pillared +hosts. + +There came a little wailing; far away it was and far. Nearer it drew. +Was that a tremor that passed through the crowded crater? A quick pulse +of--eagerness? + +"Hungry!" whispered Drake. "They're HUNGRY!" + + +Closer was the wailing; again that faint tremor quivered over the place. +And now I caught it--a quick and avid pulsing. + +"Hungry," whispered Drake again. "Like a lot of lions with the keeper +coming along with meat." + +The wailing was below us. I felt, not a quiver this time, but an +unmistakable shock pass through the Horde. It throbbed--and passed. + +Into the field of our vision, up to the flaming Disk rushed an immense +cube. + +Thrice the height of a tall man--as I think I have noted before--when it +unfolded its radiance was that shape of mingled beauty and power I call +the Metal Emperor. + +Yet this Thing eclipsed it. Black, uncompromising, in some indefinable +way BRUTAL, its square bulk blotted out the Disk's effulgence; shrouded +it. And a shadow seemed to fall upon the crater. The violet fires of the +flanking stars pulsed out--watchfully, threateningly. + +For only an instant the darkening block loomed against the Disk; +blackened it. + +There came another meteor burst of light. Where the cube had been was +now a tremendous, fiery cross--a cross inverted. + +Its upper arm arose to twice the length either of its horizontals or +the square that was its foot. In its opening it must have turned, for +its--FACE--was toward us and away from the Cones, its body hid the Disk, +and almost all the surfaces of the two watchful Stars. + +Eighty feet at least in height, this cruciform shape stood. It flamed +and flickered with angry, smoky crimsons and scarlets; with sullen +orange glowings and glitterings of sulphurous yellows. Within its fires +were none of those leaping, multicolored glories that were the Metal +Emperor's; no trace of the pulsing, mystic rose; no shadow of jubilant +sapphire; no purple royal; no tender, merciful greens nor gracious +opalescences. Nothing even of the blasting violet of the Stars. + +All angry, smoky reds and ochres the cross blazed forth--and in its +lurid glowings was something sinister, something real, something cruel, +something--nearer to earth, closer to man. + +"The Keeper of the Cones and the Metal Emperor!" muttered Drake. "I +begin to get it--yes--I begin to get--Ventnor!" + +Once more the pulse, the avid throbbing shook the crater. And as swiftly +in its wake rushed back the stillness, the silence. + +The Keeper turned--I saw its palely lustrous blue metallic back. I drew +out my little field-glasses, focussed them. + +The Cross slipped sidewise past the Disk, its courtiers, its stellated +guardians. As it went by they swung about with it; ever facing it. + +And now at last was clear a thing that had puzzled greatly--the +mechanism of that opening process by which sphere became oval disk, +pyramid a four-pointed star and--as I had glimpsed in the play of the +Little Things about Norhala, could see now so plainly in the Keeper--the +blocks took this inverted cruciform shape. + +The Metal People were hollow! + +Hollow metal--boxes! + +In their enclosing sides dwelt all their vitality--their +powers--themselves! + +And those sides were--everything that THEY were! + +Folded, the oval disk became the sphere; the four points of the star, +the square from which those points radiated; shutting became the +pyramid; the six faces of the cubes were when opened the inverted cross. + +Nor were these flexible, mobile walls massive. They were indeed, +considering the apparent mass of the Metal Folk, most astonishingly +fragile. Those of the Keeper, despite its eighty feet of height, could +not have been more than a yard in thickness. At the edges I thought I +could see groovings; noted the same appearances at the outlines of +the Stars. Seen sidewise, the body of the Metal Emperor showed as a +convexity; its surface smooth, with a suggestion of transparency. + +The Keeper was bending; its oblong upper plane dropping forward as +though upon a hinge. Lower and lower this flange bent--in a grotesque, +terrifying obeisance; a horrible mockery of reverence. + +Was this mountain of Cones then actually a shrine--an idol of the Metal +People--their God? + +The oblong that was the upper half of the cruciform Shape extended now +at right angles to the horizontal arms. It hovered, a rectangle forty +feet long, as many feet over the floor at the base of the crystal +pedestal. It bent again, this time from the hinge that held the +outstretched arms to the base. And now it was a huge truncated cross, a +T-shaped figure, hovering only twenty feet above the pave. + +Down from the Keeper writhed and flicked a tangle of tentacles; +serpentine, whiplike. Silvery white, they were dyed with the scarlet and +orange flaming of the surface now hidden from my eyes; reflected those +sullen and angry gleamings. Vermiceous, coiling, they seemed to drop +from every inch of the overhanging planes. + +Something there was beneath them--something like an immense and luminous +tablet. The tentacles were moving over it--pressing here, thrusting +there, turning, pushing, manipulating-- + + +A shuddering passed through the crowding cones. I saw the tremor shake +their bristling hosts, oscillate the great spire, set the faceted disks +quivering. + +The trembling grew; a vibration in every separate cone that became even +more rapid. There was a faint, curiously oppressive humming--like the +distant echo of a tempest in chaos. + +Faster, ever faster grew the vibration. Now the sharp outlines of the +cones were dissolving. + +And now they were--gone. + +The mount of the cones had become a mighty pyramid of pale green +radiance--one tremendous, pallid flame, of which the spire was the +tongue. Out from the disked wheel at its shorn tip gushed a flood of +light--light that gathered itself from the leaping radiance below it. + +The tentacles of the Keeper moved more swiftly over the enigmatic +tablet; writhing cloudily; confusedly rapid. The faceted disks wavered; +turned upward; the wheel began to whirl--faster--faster-- + +Up from that flaming circle, out into the sky leaped a thick, pale green +column of intensest light. + +With prodigious speed, as compact as water, CONCENTRATE, it +struck--straight out toward the face of the sun. + +It thrust up with the speed of light--the speed of light? A thought came +to me; incredible I believed it even as I reacted to it. My pulse is +uniformly seventy to the minute. I sought my wrist, found the artery, +made allowance for its possible acceleration, began to count. + +"What's the matter?" asked Drake. + +"Take my glasses," I muttered, trying to keep up, while speaking, my +tally. "Matches in my pocket. Smoke the lenses. I want to look at sun." + +With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another time I would have +found laughable, he obeyed. + +"Hold them to my eyes," I ordered. + +Three minutes had gone by. + +There it was--that for which I sought. Clear through the darkened lenses +I could see the sun spot, high up on the northern-most limb of the +sun. An unimaginable cyclone of incandescent gases; an unthinkably huge +dynamo pouring its floods of electro-magnetism upon all the circling +planets; that solar crater which we now know was, when at its maximum, +all of one hundred and fifty thousand miles across; the great sun spot +of the summer of 1919--the most enormous ever recorded by astronomical +science. + +Five minutes had gone by. + +Common sense whispered to me. There was no use keeping my eyes fixed +to the glasses. Even if that thought were true--even if that pillar +of radiance were a MESSENGER, an earth-hurled bolt flying to the sun +through atmosphere and outer space with the speed of light, even if it +were this stupendous creation of these Things, still between eight and +nine minutes must elapse before it could reach the orb; and as many +minutes must go by before the image of whatever its impact might produce +upon the sun could pass back over the bridge of light spanning the +ninety millions of miles between it and us. + +And after all did not that hypothesis belong to the utterly impossible? +Even were it so--what was it that the Metal Monster expected to follow? +This radiant shaft, colossal as it was to us, was infinitesimal compared +to the target at which it was aimed. + +What possible effect could that spear have upon the solar forces? + +And yet--and yet--a gnat's bite can drive an elephant mad. And Nature's +balance is delicate; and what great happenings may follow the slightest +disturbance of her infinitely sensitive, her complex, equilibrium? It +might be--it might be-- + +Eight minutes had passed. + +"Take the glasses," I bade Drake. "Look up at the sun spot--the big +one." + +"I see it." He had obeyed me. "What of it?" + +Nine minutes. + +The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. What was to +follow? + +"I don't get you at all," said Drake, and lowered the glasses. + +Ten minutes. + +"What's happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the Emperor!" gasped +Drake. + + +I peered down, then almost forgot to count. + +The pyramidal flame that had been the mount of Cones was shrunken. The +pillar of radiance had not lessened--but the mechanism that was its +source had retreated whole yards within the field of its crystal base. + +And the Metal Emperor! Dulled and faint were his fires, dimmed his +splendors; and fainter still were the violet luminescences of the +watching Stars, the shimmering livery of his court. + +The Keeper of the Cones! Were not its outstretched planes hovering lower +and lower over the gleaming tablet; its tentacles moving aimlessly, +feebly--wearily? + +I had a sense of force being withdrawn from all about me. It was as +though all the City were being drained of life--as though vitality were +being sucked from it to feed this pyramid of radiance; drained from it +to forge the thrusting spear piercing sunward. + +The Metal People seemed to hang limply, inert; the living girders seemed +to sag; the living columns to bend; to droop and to sway. + +Twelve minutes. + +With a nerve-racking crash one of the laden beams fell; dragging down +with it others; bending, shattering in its fall a thicket of the +horned columns. Behind us the sparkling eyes of the wall were dimmed, +vacant--dying. Something of that hellish loneliness, that demoniac +desire for immolation that had assailed us in the haunted hollow of the +ruins began to creep over me. + +The crowded crater was fainting. The life was going out of the City--its +magnetic life, draining into the shaft of green fire. + +Duller grew the Metal Emperor's glories. + +Fourteen minutes. + +"Goodwin," cried Drake, "the life's going out of these Things! Going out +with that ray they're shooting." + +Fifteen minutes. + +I watched the tentacles of the Keeper grope over the tablet. Abruptly +the flaming pyramid darkened--WENT OUT. + +The radiant pillar hurtled upward like a thunder-bolt; vanished in +space. + +Before us stood the mount of cones, shrunken to a sixth of its former +size. + +Sixteen minutes. + +All about the crater-lip the ringed shields tilted; thrust themselves +on high, as though behind each was an eager lifting arm. Below them the +hived clusters of disks changed from globules into wide coronets. + +Seventeen minutes. + +I dropped my wrist; seized the glasses from Drake; raised them to the +sun. For a moment I saw nothing--then a tiny spot of white incandescence +shone forth at the lower edge of the great spot. It grew into a point of +radiance, dazzling even through the shadowed lenses. + +I rubbed my eyes; looked again. It was still there, larger--blazing with +an ever increasing and intolerable intensity. + +I handed the glasses to Drake, silently. + +"I see it!" he muttered. "I see it! And THAT did it--that! Goodwin!" +There was panic in his cry. "Goodwin! The spot! it's widening! It's +widening!" + +I snatched the glasses from him. I caught again the dazzling flashing. +But whether Drake HAD seen the spot widen, change--to this day I do not +know. + +To me it seemed unchanged--and yet--perhaps it was not. It may be that +under that finger of force, that spear of light, that wound in the side +of our sun HAD opened further-- + +That the sun had winced! + +I do not to this day know. But whether it had or not--still shone the +intolerably brilliant light. And miracle enough that was for me. + +Twenty minutes--subconsciously I had gone on counting--twenty minutes-- + +About the cratered girdle of the upthrust shields a glimmering mistiness +was gathering; a translucent mist, beryl pale and beryl clear. In a +heart-beat it had thickened into a vast and vaporous ring through whose +swarms of corpuscles the sun's reflected image upon each disk shone +clear--as though seen through clouds of transparent atoms of aquamarine. + +Again the filaments of the Keeper moved--feebly. As one of the hosts of +circling shields shifted downward. Brilliant, ever more brilliant, waxed +the fast-thickening mists. + +Abruptly, and again as one, the disks began to revolve. From every +concave surface, from the surfaces of the huge circlets below them, +flashed out a stream of green fire--green as the fire of green life +itself. Corpuscular, spun of uncounted rushing, dazzling ions the great +rays struck across, impinged upon the thousand-foot wheel that crowned +the cones; set it whirling. + +Over it I saw form a limpid cloud of the brilliant vapors. Whence came +these sparkling nebulosities, these mists of light? It was as though the +clustered, spinning disks reached into the shadowless air, sucked from +it some unseen, rhythmic energy and transformed it into this visible, +coruscating flood. + +For now it was a flood. Down from the immense wheel came pouring +cataracts of green fires. They cascaded over the cones; deluged them; +engulfed them. + +Beneath that radiant inundation the cones grew. Perceptibly their volume +increased--as though they gorged themselves upon the light. No--it was +as though the corpuscles flew to them, coalesced and built themselves +into the structure. + +Out and further out upon the base of crystal they crept. And higher and +higher soared their tips, thrusting, ever thrusting upward toward the +whirling wheel that fed them. + +Now from the Keeper's planes writhed the Keeper's tangle of tentacles, +uncoiling eagerly, avidly, through the twenty feet of space between +their source and the enigmatic mechanism they manipulated. The crater's +disks tilted downward. Into the vast hollow shot their jets of green +radiance, drenching the Metal Hordes, splashing from the polished walls +wherever the Metal Hordes had left those living walls exposed. + +All about us was a trembling, an accelerating pulse of life. Colossal, +rhythmic, ever quicker, ever more powerfully that pulse throbbed--a +prodigious vibration monstrously alive. + +"Feeding!" whispered Drake. "Feeding! Feeding on the sun!" + +Faster danced the radiant beams. The crater was a cauldron of green +fires through which the conical rays angled and interwove, crossed and +mingled. And where they mingled, where they crossed, flamed out suddenly +immense rayless orbs; palpitant for an instant, then dissolving in +spiralling, feathery spray of pallid emerald incandescences. + +Stronger and stronger beat the pulse of returning life. + +A jetting stream struck squarely upon the Metal Emperor. Out blazed his +splendors--jubilant. His golden zodiac, no longer tarnished and dull, +ran with sun flames; the wondrous rose was a racing, lambent miracle. + +Up snapped the Keeper; towered behind him, all flickering scarlets and +leaping yellows--no longer wrathful or sullen. + +The place dripped radiance; was filling like a chrisom with radiance. + +Us, too, the sparkling mists bathed. + +I was conscious of a curiously wild exhilaration; a quickening of the +pulse; an abnormally rapid breathing. I stooped to touch Drake; sparks +leaped from my outstretched fingers, great green sparks that crackled as +they impacted upon him. He gave them no heed; but stared with fascinated +eyes upon the crater. + +Now from every side broke a tempest of gem fires. From every girder +and column, from every arras, pendent and looping, burst diamond +glitterings, ruby luminescences, lanced flames of molten emerald and +sapphires, flashings of amethyst and opal, meteoric iridescences, +dazzling spectrums. + +The hollow was a cave of some Aladdin of the Titans ablaze with +enchanted hoards. It was a place of gems ensorcelled, gems in which +imprisoned hosts of the Jinns of Light beat sparkling against their +crystal walls to escape. + +I thrust the fantasies from me. Fantastic enough was this reality--globe +and pyramid and cube of the Metal People opening wide, bathing in, +drinking from the radiant maelstrom that faster and ever faster swirled +about them. + +"Feeding!" It was Drake's awed voice. "Feeding on the sun!" + +The circling shields were raising themselves, lifting themselves higher +above the crater-lip. Into the crowded cylinder came now only the rays +from the high circlets, the streams from the huge wheel above the still +growing cones. + +Up and up the shields rose, but by what mechanism raised I could not +see. Their motion ceased; in all their thousands they turned. Over the +City's top and out into the oval valley they poured their torrents of +light; flooding it, deluging it even as they had this pit that was the +City's heart. Feeding, I knew, those other Metal Hordes without. + +And as though in answer, sweeping down upon us through the circles of +open sky, a clamor poured. + +"If we'd but known!" Drake's voice came to me, thin and unreal through +the tumult. "It's what Ventnor meant! If we had got down there when they +were so weak--if we could have handled the Keeper--we could have smashed +that plate that works the Cones! We could have killed them!" + +"There are other Cones," I cried back to him. + +"No," he shook his head. "This is the master machine. It's what Ventnor +meant when he said to strike through the sun. And we've lost the +chance--" + +Louder grew the hurricane without; and now within began its mate. +Through the mists flashed linked tempests of lightnings. Bolt upon +javelin bolt, and ever more thickly; lightnings green as the mists +themselves; lightning bolts of destroying violets, searing scarlets; +tearing chains of withering yellows, globes of exploding multicolored +electric incandescences. + +The crater was threaded with the lightnings of the Metal People; was +broidered with them; was a Pit woven with vast and changing patterns of +electric flame. + +What was it that Drake had said? That if but we could have known we +could have destroyed these--Things--Destroyed--Them? Things that could +thrust their will and power up through ninety million miles of space and +suck from the sun the honey of power! Drain it and hive it within these +great mountains of the cones! + +Destroy Things that could feed their own life into a machine to draw +back from the sun a greater life--Things that could forge of their +strength a spear which, piercing the side of the sun, sent gushing back +upon them a tenfold, nay, a thousandfold strength! + +Destroy this City that was one vast and living dynamo feeding upon the +magnetic life of earth and sun! + +The clamor had grown stupendous, destroying--like armored Gods roaring +at sword play in a hundred Valhallas; like the war drums of battling +universe; like the smitings of warring suns. + +And all the City was throbbing, beating with a gigantic pulse of +life--was fed and drunken with life. I felt that pulsing become my own; +I echoed to it; throbbed in unison. I saw Drake outlined in flame; that +around me a radiant nimbus was growing. + +I thought I saw Norhala floating, clothed in shouting, flailing fires. I +strove to call out to her. By me slipped the body of Drake; lay flaming +at my feet upon the narrow ledge. + +There was a roaring within my head--louder, far louder, than that which +beat against my ears. Something was drawing me forth; drawing me out of +my body into unimaginable depths of blackness. Something was hurling me +out into those cold depths of space that alone could darken the fires +that encircled me--the fires of which I was becoming a part. + +I felt myself leap outward--outward and outward--into--oblivion. + + + + +CHAPTER XXI. PHANTASMAGORIA METALLIQUE. + +Wearily I opened my eyes. Stiffly, painfully, I stirred. High above +me was the tremendous circle of sky, ringed with the hosts of feeding +shields. But the shields were now wanly gleaming and the sky was the sky +of night. + +Night? How long had I lain here? And where was Drake? I struggled to +rise. + +"Steady, old man," his voice came from beside me. "Steady--and quiet. +How are you feeling?" + +"Badly battered," I groaned. "What happened?" + +"We weren't used to the show," he said. "We got all fed up at the orgy. +Too much magnetism--we had a sudden and violent attack of electrical +indigestion. Sh-h--look ahead of you." + +Gingerly I turned. I had been lying, I now saw, head toward and prone +at the base of one of the crater's walls. As my gaze swept away I noted +with a curious relief that the tiny eye-points were no longer sparkling +with their enigmatic life, that they were dulled and dim once more. + +Before me, glimmering pallidly, bristled the mount of the Cones. Around +its crystal base glittered immense egg-shaped diamond incandescences. +They were both rayless and strangely--lightless; they threw no shadows +nor did their lambency lessen the dimness. Beside each of these curious +luminosities stood one of the sullen-fired, cruciform shapes--the Things +that now I knew for the opened cubes. + +They were smaller than the Keeper, indeed less than half his height. +They were ranged in an almost unbroken crescent around the visible arc +of the immense pedestal--and now I saw that the lights were a few feet +closer to that pedestal than they. Egg-shaped as I have said, the wider +end was undermost, resting in a broad cup upheld by a slender pedicle +silvery-gray and metallic. + +"They're building out the base," whispered Drake. "The Cones got so big +they have to give them more room." + +"Magnetism," I whispered in return. "Electricity--they drew down from +the sun spot. And it was more than that--I saw the Cones grow under it. +It fed them as it fed the Hordes--but the Cones grew. It was as though +the shields and the Cones turned pure energy into substance." + +"And if we hadn't been pretty thoroughly magnetized to start with it +would have done for us," he said. + +We watched the operation going on in front of us. The cross shapes had +bent, hinging above the transverse arms. They bowed in absolute unison +as at some signal. Down from the horizontal plane of each whipped the +long and writhing tentacles. + +At the foot of every one I could now perceive a heap of some faintly +glistening material. The tendrils coiled among this, then drew up +something that looked like a thick rod of crystal. The bent planes +straightened; simultaneously they thrust the crystalline bars toward the +incandescences. + +There came a curious, brittle hissing. The ends of the rods began to +dissolve into dazzling, diamond rain, atomically minute, that passing +through the egg-shaped lights poured upon the periphery of the pedestal. +Rapidly the bars melted. Heat there must be in these lights, terrific +heat--yet the Keeper's workers seemed impervious to it. + +As the ends of the bars radiated into the annealing mist I saw the +tentacles creep closer and ever closer to the rayless flame through +which the mist flew. And at the last, as the ultimate atoms drove +through, the holding tendrils were thrust almost within it; touched it, +certainly. + +A score of times they repeated this process while we watched. Unaware of +us they seemed, or--if aware, then indifferent. More rapid became their +movements, the glassy ingots streaming through the floating braziers +with hardly a pause in their passing. Abruptly, as though switched, the +incandescences lessened into candle-points; instantly, as at a signal, +the crescent of crosses closed into a crescent of cubes. + +Motionless they stood, huge blocks blackened against the dim glowing +of the cones--sentient monoliths; a Druid curve; an arc of a metal +Stonehenge. And as at dusk and dawn the great menhirs of Stonehenge fill +with a mysterious, granitic life, seem to be praying priests of stone, +so about these gathered hierophantic illusion. + + +They quivered; the slender pedicles cupping, the waned lights swayed; +the lights lifted and soared, upright, to their backs. + +Two by two with measured pace, solemnly the cubes glided off into the +encircling darkness. As they swept away there streamed behind them other +scores not until then visible to us, joining pair by pair from hidden +arcs. + +Into the secret shadows they flowed, two by two, each bearing over it +the slim shaft holding the serene flame. + +Grotesquely were they like a column of monks marching with dimmed +flambeau of their worship. Angled metal monks of some god of metal, +carrying tapers of electric fire, withdrawing slowly from a Holy of +Holies whose metallically divine Occupant knew nothing of man--nor cared +to know. + +Grotesque--yes. But would that I had the power to crystallize in words +the underlying, alien terror every movement of the Metal Monster +when disintegrate, its every manifestation when combined, evoked; the +incredulous, amazed lurking always close behind the threshold of the +mind; the never lifting, thin-shuddering shadow. + +Smaller, dimmer waned the lights--they were gone. + +We crouched, motionless. Nothing stirred; there was no sound. Without +speaking we arose; crept together over the smooth floor toward the +cones. + +As we crossed I saw that the pave, like the walls, was built of the +bodies of the Metal People; and, like the walls, they were dormant, +filmed eyes oblivious to our passing. Closer we crept--were only a scant +score of rods from that colossal mechanism. I noted that the crystal +foundation was set low; was not more than four feet above the floor. +The sturdy, dwarfed pilasters supporting it thrust up in crowded copses, +merging through distance into apparent solidity. + +Now, too, I realized, as I had not when looking down from above, how +stupendous the structure rising from the crystal foundation was. + +I began to wonder how so thin a support could bear the mount bristling +above it--then remembered what it was that at first had flown from them, +shrinking them, and at last had fed and swelled them. + +Light! Weightless magnetic ions; swarms of electric ions; the misty +breath of the infinite energy breathing upon, condensing upon, them. +Could it be that the Cones for all their apparent mass had little, +if any, weight? Like ringed Saturn, thousands of times Earth's bulk, +flaunting itself in the Heavens--yet if transported to our world so +light that rings and all it would float like a bubble upon our oceans. +The Cones towered above me--close, so close. + +The Cones were weightless. How I knew I cannot say--but now, almost +touching them, I did know. Nebulous, yet solid, were they; compact, yet +tenuous, dense and unsubstantial. + +Again the thought came to me--they were force made visible; energy made +concentrate into matter. + +We skirted, seeking for the tablet over which the Keeper had hovered; +the mechanism which, under his tentacles, had shifted the circling +shields, thrust the spear of green fire into the side of the wounded +sun. Hesitantly I touched the crystal base; the edge was warm, but +whether this warmth came from the dazzling rain which we had just +watched build it outward or whether it was a property inherent with the +substance itself I do not know. + +Certainly there was no mark upon it to show where the molten mists had +fallen. It was diamond hard and smooth. The nearest cones were but a +scant nine feet from its rim. + +Suddenly we saw the tablet; stood beside it. The shape of a great T, +glimmering with a faint and limpid violet phosphorescence, it might have +been, in shape and size, the palely shining shadow of the Keeper. It was +a foot above the floor, and had apparently no connection with the cones. + +It was made of thousands of close-packed tiny octagonal rods the tops of +some of which were cupped, of others pointed; none was more than half +an inch in width. There was about it a suggestion of wedded crystal +and metal--as about its burden was the suggestion of mated energy and +matter. + +The rods were movable; they formed a keyboard unimaginably complex; +a keyboard whose infinite combinations were like a Fourth Dimensional +chess game. I saw that only the swarms of tentacles that were the +Keeper's hands and these only could be masters of its incredible +intricacies. No Disk--not even the Emperor, no Star shape could play on +it, draw out its chords of power. + +But why? Why had it been so made that sullen flaming Cross alone could +release its hidden meanings, made articulate its interwoven octaves? +And how were its messages conveyed? Up to its bases pressed the dormant +cubes--that under it they lay as well I did not doubt. + +There was no visible copula of the tablet with cones; no antennae +between it and the circled shields. Could it be that the impulses +released by the Keeper's coilings passed through the Metal People of +the pave on the upthrust Metal People of the crater rim who held the +shields? + +That WAS unthinkable--unthinkable because if so this mechanism was +superfluous. + +The swift response to the communal will that we had observed showed that +the Metal Monster needed nothing of this kind for transmission of the +thought of any of its units. + +There was some gap here--a gap that the grouped consciousness could not +bridge without other means. Clearly that was true--else why the tablet, +why the Keeper's travail? + +Was each of these tiny rods a mechanism akin, in a fashion, to the +sending keys of the wireless; were they transmitters of subtle energy +in which was enfolded command? Spellers-out of a super-Morse carrying +to each responsive cell of the Metal Monster the bidding of those higher +units which were to It as the brain cells are to us? That, advanced +as the knowledge it implied might be, was closer to the heart of the +possible. + +I bent, determined, despite the well-nigh unconquerable shrinking I +felt, to touch the tablet's rods. + +A flickering shadow fell upon me; a flock of pulsating ochreous and +scarlet shadows-- + +The Keeper glowed above us! + +In a life that has had its share of dangers, its need for quick +decisions, I recognize that few indeed of my reactions to peril have +been more than purely instinctive; no more consciously courageous +nor intellectually dissociate from the activating stimulus than the +shrinking of the burned hand from the brand, the will-to-live dictated +rush of the cornered animal upon the thing menacing it. + +One such higher functioning was when I followed Larry O'Keefe and Lakla, +the Handmaiden, out to what we believed soul-destroying death in a place +almost as strange as this *; another was now. Deliberately, detachedly, I +studied the angrily flaming Shape. + + * See "The Moon Pool" and "The Conquest of the Moon Pool." + +Compared to it we were as a pair of Hop-o'-my-Thumbs to the Giant; had +it been man-shaped we would have come less than a third way up to its +knees. I focussed my attention upon the twenty-foot-wide square that was +the Keeper's foot. Its surface was jewel smooth, hyaline--yet beneath +it was a suggestion of granulation, of close-packed, innumerable, +microscopic crystals. + +Within these grains whose existence was more sensed than seen glowed +dull red light, smoky and sullen. At each end of the square, close to +the bottom, was a diamond-shaped lozenge, cabochon, perhaps a yard in +width. These were dim yellow, translucent, with no suggestion of the +underlying crystallization. Sense organs I set them down to be--similar +to the great ovals within the Emperor's golden zone. + + +My gaze traveled up to the transverse arms. They stretched sixty feet +from tip to tip. At each tip were two more of the diamond figures, not +dull but burning angrily with orange-and-scarlet luster. In the center +of the beam was something that might have been a smoldering rubrous +reflection of the Emperor's pulsing multicolored rose had each of the +petals of the latter been clipped and squared. + +It deepened toward its heart into a singular pattern of vermilion +latticings. Into the entire figure ran numerous tiny rivulets of angry +crimson and orange light, angling in interwoven patterns with never a +curve nor arching. + +Set at intervals between them were what looked like octagonal rosettes +filled with slender silvery flutings, wan striations--like--it came to +me--immense chrysanthemum buds, half opened, and carved in gray jade. + +Above towered the gigantic vertical beam. Toward its top I glimpsed a +huge square of flaring crimsons and bright topaz; two other diamonds +stared down upon us from just beneath it--like eyes. And over all its +height the striated octagons clustered. + +I felt myself lifted, floated upward. Drake's hand shot out, clung to me +as together we drifted up the living wall. Opposite the latticed heart +of the square-petaled rose our flight was checked. There for an instant +we hung. Then the octagonal symbols stirred, unfolded like buds-- + +They were the nests of the Keeper's tentacles, and out from them the +whiplike tendrils uncoiled, shot out and writhed toward us. + +My skin flinched from their touch; my body, held in the unseen grip, was +motionless. Yet when they touched their contact was not unpleasant. They +were like flexible strands of glass; their smooth tips questioned +us, passing through our hair, searching our faces, writhing over our +clothing. + +There was a pulse in the great clipped rose, a rhythmic throbbing of +vermilion fire that ran into it from the angled veins, beat through the +latticed nucleus and throbbed back whence it had come. The huge, high +square of scarlet and yellow was liquid flame; the diamond organs +beneath it seemed to smoke, to send out swirls of orange red vapor. + +Holding us so the Keeper studied us. + +The rhythm of the square rose, became the rhythm of my own mind. But +here was none of the vast, serene and elemental calm that Ruth had +described as emanating from the Metal Emperor. Powerful it was, without +doubt, but in it were undertones of rage, of impatience, overtones of +revolt, something incomplete and struggling. Within the disharmonies I +seemed to sense a fettered force striving for freedom; energy battling +against itself. + +Greater grew the swarms of the tentacles winding about us like slender +strands of glass, covering our faces, making breathing more and +more difficult. There was a coil of them around my throat and +tightening--tightening. + +I heard Drake gasping, laboring for breath. I could not turn my head +toward him, could not speak. Was this then to be our end? + +The strangling clutch relaxed, the mass of the tentacles lessened. I was +conscious of a surge of anger through the cruciform Thing that held us. + +Its sullen fires blazed. I was aware of another light beating past +us--beating down the Keeper's. The hosts of tendrils drew back from me. +I felt myself picked from the unseen grasp, whirled in the air and drawn +away. + +Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk--the Metal Emperor! + +He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper--and even as I swung I saw +the Keeper's multitudinous, serpentine arms surge out toward us angrily +and then sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests. + +And out of the Disk, clothing me, permeating me, came an immense +tranquillity, a muting of all human thought, all human endeavor, an +unthinkable, cosmic calm into which all that was human of me seemed to +be sinking, drowning as in a fathomless abyss. I struggled against +it, desperately, striving in study of the Disk to erect a barrier of +preoccupation against the power pouring from it. + +A dozen feet away from us the sapphire ovals centered upon us their +regard. They were limpid, pellucid as gems whose giant replicas they +seemed to be. The surface of the Disk ringed about by the aureate zodiac +in which the nine ovals shone was a maze of geometric symbols traced +in the lines of living gem fires; infinitely complex those patterns and +infinitely beautiful; an infinite number of symmetric forms in which I +seemed to trace all the ordered crystalline wonders of the snowflakes, +the groupings of all crystalline patternings, the soul of ordered beauty +that are the marvels of the Radiolaria, Nature's own miraculous book of +the soul of mathematical beauty. + +The flashing, petaled heart was woven of living rainbows of cold flame. + +Silently we floated there while the Disk--LOOKED--at us. + +And as though I had been not an actor but an observer, the weird picture +of it all came to me--two men swinging like motes in mid air, on one +side the flickering scarlet and orange Cruciform shape, on the other +side the radiant Disk, behind the two manikins the pallid mount of the +bristling cones; and high above the wan circle of the shields. + +There was a ringing about us--an elfin chiming, sweet and crystalline. +It came from the cones--and strangely was it their vocal synthesis, +their voice. Into the vast circle of sky pierced a lance of green fire; +swift in its wake uprose others. + +We slid gently down, stood swaying at the Disk's base. The Keeper bent; +angled. Again the planes above the supporting square hovered over the +tablet. The tendrils swept down, pushed here and there, playing upon the +rods some unknown symphony of power. + +Thicker pulsed the lances of the aurora; changed to vast billowing +curtains. The faceted wheel at the top of the central spire of the cones +swung upward; a light began to stream from the cones themselves--no +pillar now, but a vast circle that shot whirling into the heavens like a +noose. + +And like a noose it caught the aurora, snared it! + +Into it the coruscating mists of mysterious flame swirled; lost their +colors, became a torrent of light flying down through the ring as though +through a funnel top. + +Down poured the radiant corpuscles, bathing the cones. They did not glow +as they had beneath the flood from the shields, and if they grew it was +too slowly for me to see; the shields were motionless. Now here, now +there, I saw the other rings whirl up--smaller mouths of lesser cones +hidden within the body of the Metal Monster, I knew, sucking down this +magnetic flux, these countless ions gushing forth from the sun. + +Then as when first we had seen the phenomenon in the valley of the blue +poppies, the ring vanished, hidden by a fog of coruscations--as though +the force streaming through the rings became diffused after it had been +caught. + +Crouching, forgetful of our juxtaposition to these two unhuman, +anomalous Things, we watched the play of the tentacles upon the upthrust +rods. + +But if we forgot, we were not forgotten! + +The Emperor slipped nearer; seemed to contemplate us--quizzically, +AMUSED; as a man would look down upon some curious and interesting +insect, a puppy, a kitten. I sensed this amusement in the Disk's regard +even as I had sensed its soul of awful tranquillity; as we had sensed +the playful malice in the eye stars of the living corridor, the +curiosity in the column that had dropped us into the valley. + +I felt a push--a push that was filled with a colossal, GLITTERING +playfulness. + +Under it I went spinning away for yards--Drake twirling close behind me. +The force, whatever it was, swept out from the Emperor, but in it was +no slightest hint of anger or of malice, no slightest shadow of the +sinister. + +Rather it was as though one would blow away a feather; urge gently some +little lesser thing away. + +The Disk watched our whirlings--with a sparkling, jeweled LAUGHTER in +its pulsing radiance. + +Again came the push--farther yet we spun. Suddenly before us, across the +pave, shone out a twinkling trail--the wakened eyes of the cubes that +formed it, marking out a pathway for us to follow. + +Immediately upon their gleaming forth I saw the Emperor turn--his +immense, oval, metallic back now black against the radiance of the +cones. + +Up from the narrow gleaming path--a path opened I knew by some +command--lifted the hosts of tiny unseen hands; the sentient currents of +magnetic force that were the fingers and arms of the Metal Hordes. They +held us, thrust us along, passed us forward. Faster and faster we moved, +speeding on the wake of the long-vanished metal monks. + +I turned my head--the cones were already far away. Over the tablet of +limpid violet phosphorescence still hovered the planes of the Keeper; +and still was the oval of the Emperor black against the radiance. + +But the twinkling, sparkling path between us and them was gone--was +fading out close behind us as we swept onward. + +Faster and faster grew our pace. The cylindrical wall loomed close. A +high oblong portal showed within it. Into this we were carried. Before +us stretched a corridor precisely similar to that which, closing upon +us, had forced us completely out into the hall. + +Unlike that passage, its floor lifted steeply--a smooth and shining +slide up which no man could climb. A shaft, indeed, which thrust upward +straight as an arrow at an angle of at least thirty degrees and whose +end or turning we could not see. Up and up it cleared its way through +the City--through the Metal Monster--closed only by the inability of +the eye to pierce the faint luminosity that thickened by distance became +impenetrable. + +For an instant we hovered upon its threshold. But the impulse, the +command, that had carried us thus far was not to stop here. Into it and +up it we were thrust, our feet barely touching the glimmering surface; +lifted by the force that emanated from its floor, carried on by the +force that pressed out from the sides. + +Up and up we went--scores of feet--hundreds-- + + + + +CHAPTER XXII. THE ENSORCELLED CHAMBER + +"Goodwin!" Drake broke the silence; desperately he was striving to keep +his fear out of his voice. "Goodwin--this isn't the way to get out. +We're going up--farther away all the time from the--the gates!" + +"What can we do?" My anxiety was no less than his, but my realization of +our helplessness was complete. + +"If we only knew how to talk to these Things," he said. "If we could +only have let the Disk know we wanted to get out--damn it, Goodwin, it +would have helped us." + +Grotesque as the idea sounded, I felt that he spoke the truth. The +Emperor meant no harm to us; in fact in speeding us away I was not at +all sure that he had not deliberately wished us well--there was that +about the Keeper-- + +Still up we sped along the shaft. I knew we must now be above the level +of the valley. + +"We've got to get back to Ruth! Goodwin--NIGHT! And what may have +HAPPENED to her?" + +"Drake, boy"--I dropped into his own colloquialism--"we're up against +it. We can't help it. And remember--she's there in Norhala's home. I +don't believe, I honestly don't believe, Dick, that there's any danger +as long as she remains there. And Ventnor ties her fast." + +"That's true," he said, more hopefully. "That's true--and probably +Norhala is with her by now." + +"I don't doubt it," I said cheerfully. An idea came to me--I half +believed it myself. "And another thing. There's not an action here +that's purposeless. We're being driven on by the command of that Thing +we call the Metal Emperor. It means us no harm. Maybe--maybe this IS the +way out." + +"Maybe so," he shook his head doubtfully. "But I'm not sure. Maybe that +long push was just to get us away from THERE. And it strikes me that the +impulse has begun to weaken. We're not going anywhere near as fast as we +were." + +I had not realized it, but our speed was slackening. I looked +back--hundreds of feet behind us fell the slide. An unpleasant chill +went through me--should the magnetic grip upon us relax, withdraw, +nothing could stop us from falling back along that incline to be broken +like eggs at its end; that our breaths would be snuffed out by the +terrific descent long before we reached that end was scant comfort. + +"There are other passages opening up along this shaft," Drake said. +"I'm not for trusting the Emperor too far--he has other things on his +metallic mind, you know. The next one we get to, let's try to slip +into--if we can." + +I had noticed; there had been openings along the ascending shaft; +corridors running apparently transversely to its angled way. + +Slower and slower became our pace. A hundred yards above I glimpsed one +of the apertures. Could we reach it? Slower and slower we arose. Now the +gap was but a yard off--but we were motionless--were tottering! + +Drake's arms wrapped round me. With a tremendous effort he hurled me +into the portal. I dropped at its edge, writhed swiftly around, saw him +slipping, slipping down--thrust my hands out to him. + +He caught them. There came a wrench that tortured my arm sockets as +though racked. But he held! + +Slowly--I writhed back into the passage, dragging up his almost dead +weight. His head appeared, his shoulders; there was a convulsion of the +long body and he lay before me. + + +For a minute or two we lay, flat upon our backs resting. I sat up. The +passage was broad, silent; apparently as endless as that from which we +had just escaped. + +Along it, above us, under us, the crystalline eyes were dim. It showed +no sign of movement--yet had it done so there was nothing we could do +save drop down the annihilating slant. Drake arose. + +"I'm hungry," he said, "and I'm thirsty. I move that we eat and drink +and approximately be merry." + +He slung aside the haversack. From it we took food; from the canteens +we drank. We did not talk. Each knew what the other was thinking; +infrequently, and thank the eternal law that some call God for that, +come crises in which speech seems not only petty but when against it the +mind rebels as a nauseous thing. + +This was such a time. At last I drew myself to my feet. + +"Let's be going," I said. + +The corridor stretched straight before us; along it we paced. How far we +walked I do not know; mile upon mile, it seemed. It broadened abruptly +into a vast hall. + +And this hall was filled with the Metal Hordes--was a gigantic workshop +of them. In every shape, in every form, they seethed and toiled about +it. Upon its floor were heaps of shining ores, mounds of flashing gems, +piles of ingots, metallic and crystalline. High and low throughout +flamed the egg-shaped incandescences; floating furnaces both great and +small. + +Before one of these forges, close to us, stood a Metal Thing. Its body +was a twelve-foot column of smaller cubes. Upon the top was a hollow +square formed of even lesser blocks--blocks hardly larger than the +Little Things themselves. In the center of the open rectangle was +another shaft, its top a two-foot square plate formed of a single cube. + +From the sides of the hollow square sprang long arms of spheres, each +tipped by a tetrahedron. They moved freely, slipping about upon their +curved points of contact and like a dozen little thinking hammers, +the pyramid points at their ends beat down upon as many thimble shaped +objects which they thrust alternately into the unwinking brazier then +laid upon the central block to shape. + +A goblin workman the Thing seemed, standing there, so intent upon and so +busy with its forgings. + +There were scores of these animate machines; they paid no slightest +heed to us as we slipped by them, clinging as closely to the wall of the +immense workshop as we could. + +We passed a company of other Shapes which stood two by two and close +together, their tops wide spinning wheels through which the tendrils +of an opened globe fed translucent, colorless ingots--the substance it +seemed to me of which Norhala's shadowy walls were made, the crystal of +which the bars that built out the base of the Cones were formed. + +The ingots passed between the whirling faces; emerged from them as +slender, long cylinders; were seized as they slipped down by a crouching +block, whose place as it glided away was instantly taken by another. In +many bewildering forms, intent upon unknown activities directed toward +unguessable ends, the composite, animate mechanisms labored. And all the +place was filled with a goblin bustle, trollish racketings, ringing of +gnomish anvils, clanging of kobold forges--a clamorous cavern filled +with metal Nibelungens. + +We came to the opening of another passage, a doorway piercing the walls +of the workshop. Its incline, though steep, was not dangerous. + +Into it we stepped; climbed onward it seemed interminably. Far ahead +of us at last appeared the outline of its further entrance, silhouetted +against and filled with a brighter luminosity. We drew near; stopped +cautiously at its threshold, peering out. + +Well it was that we had hesitated. Before us was open space--an abyss in +the body of the Metal Monster. + +The corridor opened into it like a window. Thrusting out our heads, +we saw an unbroken wall both above and below. Half a mile away was +its opposite side. Over this pit was a misty sky and not more than a +thousand feet above and black against the heavens was the lip of it--the +cornices of this chasm within the City. + +Far, far beneath us we watched the Hordes throw themselves across the +abyss in webs of curving arches and girder-straight bridges; gigantic +we knew these spans must be yet dwarfed to slender footways by +distance. Over them moved hurrying companies; from them came flashings, +glitterings--prismatic, sun golden; plutonic scarlets, molten blues; +javelins of colored light piercing upward from unfolded cubes and globes +and pyramids crossing them or from busy bearers of the shining fruits of +the mysterious workshops. + +And as they passed the bridges swung up, coiled and thrust themselves +from sight through openings that closed behind them. Ever, as they +passed, close on their going whipped out other spans so that always +across that abyss a sentient, shifting web was hung. + +We drew back, stared into each other's white face. Panic swept through +me, in quick, alternate pulse of ice and fire. For crushingly, no longer +to be denied, came certainty that we were lost within the mazes of this +incredible City--lost in the body of the Metal Monster which that City +was. There was a sick despair in my heart as we turned and slowly made +our way back along the sloping corridor. + +A hundred yards, perhaps, we had gone in silence before we stopped, +gazing stupidly at an opening in the wall beside us. The portal had not +been there when we had passed--of that I was certain. + +"It's opened since we went by," whispered Drake. + +We peered through it. The passage was narrow; its pave led downward. +For a moment we hesitated, the same foreboding in both our minds. And +yet--among the perils that crowded in upon us what choice had we? There +could be no more danger there than here. + +Both ways were--ALIVE, both obedient to impulses over which we had +no more control and no more way of predetermining than mice in some +complex, man-made trap. Furthermore, this shaft also ran downward, and +although its pitch was less and it did not therefore drop as quickly +toward that level we sought and wherein lay the openings of escape into +the outer valley, it fell at right angles to the corridor through which +we had come. + +We knew that to retrace our steps now would but take us back to the +forges and thence to the hall of the Cones and the certain peril waiting +for us there. + +We stepped into this opened way. For a little distance it ran +straightly, then turned and sloped gently upward; and a little distance +more we climbed. Then suddenly, not a hundred yards from us, gushed out +a flood of soft radiance, opalescent, filled with pearly glimmerings and +rosy shadows of light. + +It was as though a door had opened into some world of luminescence. From +it the lambent torrent poured; billowed down upon us. In its wake +came music--if music the mighty harmonies, the sonorous chords, the +crystalline themes and the linked chaplet of notes that were like +spiralings of tiny golden star bells could be named. + +Toward source of light and sound we moved, nor could we have halted nor +withdrawn had we willed; the radiance drew us to it as the sun the water +drop, and irresistibly the sweet, unearthly music called. Closer we +came--it was a narrow alcove from which sound and light poured--into it +we crept--and went no further. + +We peered into a vast and columnless vault, a limitless temple of light. +High up in it, strewn manifold, danced and shone soft orbs like tender +suns. No pale gilt luminaries of frozen rays were these. Effulgent, +jubilant, they flamed--orbs red as wine of rubies that Djinns of Al +Shiraz press from his enchanted vineyards of jewels; twin orbs +rosy white as breasts of pampered Babylonian maids; orbs of pulsing +opalescences and orbs of the murmuring green of bursting buds of spring, +crocused orbs and orbs of royal coral; suns that throbbed with singing +rays of wedded rose and pearl and of sapphires and topazes amorous; orbs +born of cool virginal dawns and of imperial sunsets and orbs that were +the tuliped fruit of mating rainbows of fire. + +They danced, these countless aureoles; they swung and threaded in +radiant choral patterns, in linked harmonies of light. And as they +danced their gay rays caressed and bathed myriads of the Metal Folk open +beneath them. Under the rays the jewel fires of disk and star and cross +leaped and pulsed and danced to the same bright rhythm. + +We sought the source of the music--a tremendous thing of shimmering +crystal pipes like some colossal organ. Out of the radiance around it +great flames gathered, shook into sight with streamings and pennonings, +in bannerets and bandrols, leaped upon the crystal pipes, and merged +within them. + +And as the pipes drank them the flames changed into sound! + +Throbbing bass viols of roaring vernal winds, diapasons of waterfall +and torrents--these had been flames of emerald; flaming trumpetings of +desire that had been great streamers of scarlet--rose flames that had +dissolved into echoes of fulfillment; diamond burgeonings that melted +into silver symphonies like mist entangled Pleiades transmuted into +melodies; chameleon harmonies to which the strange suns danced. + +And now I saw--realizing with a clutch of indescribable awe, with +a sense of inexplicable profanation the secret of this ensorcelled +chamber. + +Within every pulsing rose of irised fire that was the heart of a disk, +from every rubrous, clipped rose of a cross, and from every rayed purple +petaling of a star there nestled a tiny disk, a tiny cross, a tiny star, +luminous and symboled even as those that cradled them. + +The Metal Babes building like crystals from hearts of radiance beneath +the play of jocund orbs! + +Incredible blossomings of crystal and of metal whose lullabies and +cradle songs were singing symphonies of flame. + +It was the birth chamber of the City! + +The womb of the Metal Monster! + +Abruptly the walls of the niche sparkled out, the glittering eye points +regarding us with a most disquieting suggestion of sentinels who, +slumbering, had been caught unaware, and now awakening challenged us. +Swiftly the niche closed--so swiftly that barely had we time to spring +over its threshold into the corridor. + +The corridor was awake--alive! + +The power darted out; gripped us. Up it swept us and on. Far away a +square of light appeared, grew quickly larger. Framed in it was the +amethystine burning of the great ring that girdled the encircling +cliffs. + +I turned my head--behind us the corridor was closing! + +Now the opening was so close that through it I could see the vast +panorama of the valley. The wall behind us touched us; pushed us on. +We thrust ourselves against it, despairingly. As well might flies have +tried to press back a moving mountain. + +Resistingly, inexorably we were pressed forward. Now we cowered within a +yard-deep niche; now we trembled upon a foot-wide ledge. + +Shuddering, gasping, we glared down the sheer drop of the City's wall. +The smooth and glimmering scarp fell thousands of feet straight to the +valley floor. And there were no merciful mists to hide what awaited us +there; no mists anywhere. In that brief, agonized glance every detail of +the Pit was disclosed with an abnormal clarity. + +We tottered on the brink. The ledge melted. + +Down, down we plunged, locked in each other's arms, hurtling to the +shattering death so far below! + + + + +CHAPTER XXIII. THE TREACHERY OF YURUK + +Was it true that Time is within ourselves--that like Space, its twin, it +is only a self-created illusion of the human mind? There are hours that +flash by on hummingbird wings; there are seconds that shuffle on shod in +leaden shoes. + +Was it true that when death faces us the consciousness finds power +through its will to live to conquer the illusion--to prolong Time? That, +recoiling from oblivion, we can recreate in a fractional moment whole +years gone past, years yet to come--striving to lengthen our existence, +stretching out our apperception beyond the phantom boundaries, +overdrawing upon a Barmecide deposit of minutes, staking fresh claims +upon a mirage? + +How else explain the seeming slowness with which we were falling--the +seeming leisureness with which the wall drifted up past us? + +And was this punishment--a sentence meted out for profaning with our +eyes a forbidden place; a penalty for touching with our gaze the ark of +the Metal Tribes--their holy of holies--the budding place of the Metal +Babes? + +The valley was swinging--swinging in slow broad curves; was oscillating +dizzily. + +Slowly the colossal wall slipped upward. + +Realization swept me; left me amazed; only half believing. This was no +illusion. After that first swift plunge our fall had been checked. We +were swinging--not the valley. + +Deliberately, in wide arcs like pendulums, we were swinging across the +City's scarp; three feet out from it, and as we swung, slowly sinking. + +And now I saw the countless eyes of the watching wall again were +twinkling, regarding us with impish mockery. + +It was the grip of the living wall that held us; that rocked us from +side to side as though giving greater breadths of it chance to behold +us; that was dropping us gently, carefully, to the valley floor now a +scant two thousand feet below. + +A storm of rage, of intensest resentment swept me; as once before any +gratitude I should have felt for escape was submerged in the utter +humiliation with which it was charged. + +I shook my fists at the twinkling wall, strove to kick and smite it like +an angry child, cursed it--not childishly. Dared it to hurl me down to +death. + +I felt Drake's hand touch mine. + +"Steady," he said. "Steady, old boy. It's no use. Steady. Look down." + +Hot with shame for my outburst, weak from its violence, I obeyed. The +valley floor was not more than a thousand feet away. Thronging about +where we must at last touch, clustered and seething, was a multitude of +the Metal Things. They seemed to be looking up at us, watching, waiting +for us. + +"Reception committee," grinned Drake. + +I glanced away; over the valley. It was luminously clear; yet the sky +was overcast, no stars showing. The light was no stronger than that of +the moon at full, but it held a quality unfamiliar to me. It cast no +shadows; though soft, it was piercing, revealing all it bathed with the +distinctness of bright sunshine. The illumination came, I thought, from +the encircling veils falling from the band of amethyst. + +And, as I peered, out of the veils and far away sped a violet spark. +With meteor speed it flew toward us. Close to the base of the vast +facade it landed with a flashing of blue incandescence. I knew it +for one of the Flying Things, the Mark Makers--one of the incredible +messengers. + +Close upon its fall came increase in the turmoil of the crowding throng +awaiting us. Came, too, an abrupt change in our own motion. The long +arcs lessened. We were dropped more swiftly. + +Far away in the direction from which the Flying Thing had flown I +sensed another movement; something coming that carried with it subtle +suggestion of unlikeness to all the other incessant, linked movement +over the pit. Closer it drew. + +"Norhala!" gasped Drake. + +Robed in her silken amber swathings, red-copper hair streaming, woven +with elfin sparklings, she was racing toward the City like some lovely +witch, riding upon the back of a steed of huge cubes. + +Nearer she raced. More direct became our fall. Now we were dropping as +though at the end of an unreeling plummet cord; the floor of the valley +was no more than two hundred feet below. + +"Norhala!" we shouted; and again and again--again "Norhala!" + +Before our cries could have reached her the cubes swerved; came to a +halt beneath us. Through the hundred feet of space between I caught the +brilliancy of the weird constellations in Norhala's great eyes--saw with +a vague but no less dire foreboding that on her face dwelt a terrifying, +a blasting wrath. + +As softly as though by the hand of a giant of cloud we were lifted out +from the wall, and were set with no perceptible shock beside her on the +back of the cubes. + +"Norhala--" I stopped. For this was no Norhala whom we had known. Gone +was all calm, vanished every trace of unearthly tranquillity. It was a +Norhala awakened at last--all human. + +Yet in the still rage that filled her I sensed a force, an intensity, +more than human. Over the blazing eyes the brows were knit in a rigid, +golden bar; the delicate nostrils were pinched; the sweet red mouth was +white and merciless. It was as though in its long sleep her human +self had gathered more than human strength, and that now, awakened and +unleashed, the violence of its rage touched the vibrant zenith of that +sphere of which her quiet had been the nadir. + + +She was like an urn filled and flaming with the fires of the Gods of +wrath. + +What was it that had awakened her--what in awakening had changed the +inpouring human consciousness into this flood of fury? Foreboding +gripped me. + +"Norhala!" My voice was shaking. "Those we left--" + +"They are gone!" The golden voice was octaves deeper, vibrant, throbbing +with that muffled, menacing note that must have pulsed from the +golden tambours that summoned to battle Timur's fierce hordes. "They +were--taken." + +"Taken!" I gasped. "Taken by what--these?" I swept my hands out toward +the Metal Things milling around us. + +"No! THESE are mine. These are they who obey me." The golden voice now +shrilled with her passion. "Taken by--men!" + +Drake had read my face although he could not understand our words. + +"Ruth--" + +"Taken," I said. "Both Ruth and Ventnor. Taken by the armored men--the +men of Cherkis!" + +"Cherkis!" She had caught the word. "Yes--Cherkis! And now he and all +his men--and all his women--and every living thing he rules shall pay. +And fear not--you two. For I, Norhala, will bring back my own. + +"Woe, woe to you, Cherkis, and to all of yours! For I, Norhala, am +awake, and I, Norhala, remember. Woe to you, Cherkis, woe--for now all +ends for you! + +"Not by the gods of my mother who turned their strength against her do +I promise this. I, Norhala, have no need for them--I, Norhala, who have +strength greater than they. And would I could crush those gods as I +shall crush you, Cherkis--and every living thing of yours! Yea--and +every UNLIVING thing as well!" + +Not halting now was Norhala's speech; it poured from the ruthless +lips--flamingly. + +"We go," she cried. "And something of vengeance I have saved for you--as +is your right." + +She tossed her arms high; stamped upon the back of the Metal Thing that +held us. + +It quivered and sped away. Swiftly dwindled the City's bulk; fast faded +its glimmering watchful face. + +Not toward the veils of light but out over the plain we flew. Above us, +crouching against the blast of our going, streamed like a silken banner +Norhala's hair, gemmed with the witch lights. + +We were far out now, the City far away. The cube slowed. Norhala threw +high her head. From the arched, exquisite throat pealed a trumpet +call--golden, summoning, imperious. Thrice it rang forth--and all the +surrounding valley seemed to halt and listen. + +Followed upon its ending, a chanting as goldenly sonorous. Wild, +peremptory, triumphant. It was like a mustering shouting to adventurous +stars, buglings to buccaneering winds, cadenced beckonings to restless +ranks of viking waves, signaling to all the corsairs and picaroons of +the elemental. + +A cosmic call to slay! + +The gigantic block upon which we rode quivered; I myself felt a thousand +needle-pointed roving arrows prick me, urging me on to some jubilant, +reckless orgy of destruction. + +Obeying that summoning there swirled to us cube and globe and pyramid +by the score--by the hundreds. They swept into our wake and +followed--lifting up behind us, an ever-rising sea. + +Higher and higher arose the metal wave--mounting, ever mounting as other +score upon score leaped upon it, rushed up it and swelled its crest. And +soon so great it was that it shadowed us, hung over us. + +The cubes we rode angled in their course; raced now with ever-increasing +speed toward the spangled curtains. + +And still Norhala's golden chant lured; higher and even higher reached +the following wave. Now we were rising upon a steep slope; now the +amethystine, gleaming ring was almost overheard. + +Norhala's song ceased. One breathless, soundless moment and we had +pierced the veils. A globule of sapphire shone afar, the elfin bubble of +her home. We neared it. + + +Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles turquoise +studded, lift their heads from their roadway browsing. For a moment they +stood, stiff with terror; then whimpering raced away. + +We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood close to its +threshold. Slaves to a single thought, Drake and I sprang to enter. + +"Wait!" Norhala's white hands caught us. "There is peril there--without +me! Me you must--follow!" + +Upon the exquisite face was no unshadowing of wrath, no diminishing of +rage, no weakening of dreadful determination. The star-flecked eyes were +not upon us; they looked over and beyond--coldly, calculatingly. + +"Not enough," I heard her whisper. "Not enough--for that which I will +do." + +We turned, following her gaze. A hundred feet on high, stretching nearly +across the gorge, an incredible curtain was flung. Over its folds was +movement--arms of spinning globes that thrust forth like paws and down +upon which leaped pyramid upon pyramid stiffening as they clung like +bristling spikes of hair; great bars of clicking cubes that threw +themselves from the shuttering--shook and withdrew. The curtain was a +ferment--shifting, mercurial; it throbbed with desire, palpitated with +eagerness. + +"Not enough!" murmured Norhala. + +Her lips parted; from them came another trumpeting--tyrannic, arrogant +and clangorous. Under it the curtaining writhed--out from it spurted +thin cascades of cubes. They swarmed up into tall pillars that shook and +swayed and gyrated. + +With blinding flash upon flash the sapphire incandescences struck forth +at their feet. A score of flaming columned shapes leaped up and curved +in meteor flight over the tumultuous curtain. Streaming with violet +fires they shot back to the valley of the City. + +"Hai!" shouted Norhala as they flew. "Hai!" + +Up darted her arms; the starry galaxies of her eyes danced madly, shot +forth visible rays. The mighty curtain of the Metal Things pulsed and +throbbed; its units interweaving--block and globe and pyramid of which +it was woven, each seeming to strain at leash. + +"Come!" cried Norhala--and led the way through the portal. + +Close behind her we pressed. I stumbled, nearly fell, over a +brown-faced, leather-cuirassed body that lay half over, legs barring the +threshold. + +Contemptuously Norhala stepped over it. We were within that chamber of +the pool. About it lay a fair dozen of the armored men. Ruth's defense, +I thought with a grim delight, had been most excellent--those who had +taken her and Ventnor had not done so without paying full toll. + +A violet flashing drew my eyes away. Close to the pool wherein we had +first seen the white miracle of Norhala's body, two immense, purple +fired stars blazed. Between them, like a suppliant cast from black iron, +was Yuruk. + +Poised upon their nether tips the stars guarded him. Head touching his +knees, eyes hidden within his folded arms, the black eunuch crouched. + +"Yuruk!" + +There was an unearthly mercilessness in Norhala's voice. + +The eunuch raised his head; slowly, fearfully. + +"Goddess!" he whispered. "Goddess! Mercy!" + +"I saved him," she turned to us, "for you to slay. He it was who brought +those who took the maid who was mine and the helpless one she loved. +Slay him." + +Drake understood--his hand twitched down to his pistol, drew it. He +leveled the gun at the black eunuch. Yuruk saw it--shrieked and cowered. +Norhala laughed--sweetly, ruthlessly. + +"He dies before the stroke falls," she said. "He dies doubly +therefore--and that is well." + +Drake slowly lowered the automatic; turned to me. + +"I can't," he said. "I can't--do it--" + +"Masters!" Upon his knees the eunuch writhed toward us. "Masters--I +meant no wrong. What I did was for love of the Goddess. Years upon years +I have served her. And her mother before her. + +"I thought if the maid and the blasted one were gone, that you would +follow. Then I would be alone with the Goddess once more. Cherkis will +not slay them--and Cherkis will welcome you and give the maid and the +blasted one back to you for the arts that you can teach him. + +"Mercy, Masters, I meant no harm--bid the Goddess be merciful!" + + +The ebon pools of eyes were clarified of their ancient shadows by his +terror; age was wiped from them by fear, even as it was wiped from his +face. The wrinkles were gone. Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk +prayed to us. + +"Why do you wait?" she asked us. "Time presses, and even now we should +be on the way. When so many are so soon to die, why tarry over one? Slay +him!" + +"Norhala," I answered, "we cannot slay him so. When we kill, we kill in +fair fight--hand to hand. The maid we both love has gone, taken with her +brother. It will not bring her back if we kill him through whom she was +taken. We would punish him--yes, but slay him we cannot. And we would be +after the maid and her brother quickly." + +A moment she looked at us, perplexity shading the high and steady anger. + +"As you will," she said at last; then added, half sarcastically, +"Perhaps it is because I who am now awake have slept so long that I +cannot understand you. But Yuruk has disobeyed ME. That of MINE which +I committed to his care he has given to the enemies of me and those who +were mine. It matters nothing to me what YOU would do. Matters to me +only what I will to do." + +She pointed to the dead. + +"Yuruk"--the golden voice was cold--"gather up these carrion and pile +them together." + +The eunuch arose, stole out fearfully from between the two stars. He +slithered to body after body, dragging them one after the other to the +center of the chamber, lifting them and forming of them a heap. One +there was who was not dead. His eyes opened as the eunuch seized him, +the blackened mouth opened. + +"Water!" he begged. "Give me drink. I burn!" + +I felt a thrill of pity; lifted my canteen and walked toward him. + +"You of the beard," the merciless chime rang out, "he shall have no +water. But drink he shall have, and soon--drink of fire!" + +The soldier's fevered eyes rolled toward her, saw and read aright the +ruthlessness in the beautiful face. + +"Sorceress!" he groaned. "Cursed spawn of Ahriman!" He spat at her. + +The black talons of Yuruk stretched around his throat + +"Son of unclean dogs!" he whined. "You dare blaspheme the Goddess!" + +He snapped the soldier's neck as though it had been a rotten twig. + +At the callous cruelty I stood for an instant petrified; I heard Drake +swear wildly, saw his pistol flash up. + +Norhala struck down his arm. + +"Your chance has passed," she said, "and not for THAT shall you slay +him." + +And now Yuruk had cast that body upon the others; the pile was complete. + +"Mount!" commanded Norhala, and pointed. He cast himself at her feet, +writhing, moaning, imploring. She looked at one of the great Shapes; +something of command passed from her, something it understood plainly. + +The star slipped forward--there was an almost imperceptible movement of +its side points. The twitching form of the black seemed to leap up from +the floor, to throw itself like a bag upon the mound of the dead. + +Norhala threw up her hands. Out of the violet ovals beneath the upper +tips of the Things spurted streams of blue flame. They fell upon Yuruk +and splashed over him upon the heap of the slain. In the mound was a +dreadful movement, a contortion; the bodies stiffened, seemed to try to +rise, to push away--dead nerves and muscles responding to the blasting +energy passing through them. + +Out from the stars rained bolt upon bolt. In the chamber was the sound +of thunder, crackling like broken glass. The bodies flamed, crumbled. +There was a little smoke--nauseous, feebly protesting, beaten out by the +consuming fires almost before it could rise. + +Where had been the heap of slain capped by the black eunuch there was +but a little whirling cloud of sad gray dust. Caught by a passing +draft, it eddied, slipped over the floor, vanished through the doorway. +Motionless stood the blasting stars, contemplating us. Motionless +stood Norhala, her wrath no whit abated by the ghastly sacrifice. And +paralyzed by what we had beheld, motionless stood we. + +"Listen," she said. "You two who love the maid. What you have seen is +nothing to that which you SHALL see--a wisp of mist to the storm cloud." + +"Norhala"--I found speech--"can you tell us when it was that the maid +was captured?" + +Perhaps there was still time to overtake the abductors before Ruth was +thrust into the worse peril waiting where she was being carried. Crossed +this thought another--puzzling, baffling. The cliffs Yuruk had pointed +out to me as those through which the hidden way passed were, I had +estimated then, at least twenty miles away. And how long was the pass, +the tunnel, through them? And then how far this place of the armored +men? It had been past dawn when Drake had frightened the black eunuch +with his pistol. It was not yet dawn now. How could Yuruk have made his +way to the Persians so swiftly--how could they so swiftly have returned? + +Amazingly she answered the spoken question and the unspoken. + +"They came long before dusk," she said. "By the night before Yuruk had +won to Ruszark, the city of Cherkis; and long before dawn they were on +their way hither. This the black dog I slew told me." + +"But Yuruk was with us here at dawn yesterday," I gasped. + +"A night has passed since then," she said, "and another night is almost +gone." + +Stunned, I considered this. If this were true--and not for an instant +did I doubt her--then not for a few hours had we lain there at the foot +of the living wall in the Hall of the Cones--but for the balance of that +day and that night, and another day and part of still another night. + +"What does she say?" Drake stared anxiously into my whitened face. I +told him. + +"Yes." Norhala spoke again. "The dusk before the last dusk that has +passed I returned to my house. The maid was there and sorrowing. She +told me you had gone into the valley, prayed me to help you and to bring +you back. I comforted her, and something of--the peace--I gave her; but +not all, for she fought against it. A little we played together, and I +left her sleeping. I sought you and found you also sleeping. I knew no +harm would come to you, and I went my ways--and forgot you. Then I came +here again--and found Yuruk and these the maid had slain." + +The great eyes flashed. + +"Now do I honor the maid for the battle that she did," she said, "though +how she slew so many strong men I do not know. My heart goes out to her. +And therefore when I bring her back she shall no more be plaything to +Norhala, but sister. And with you it shall be as she wills. And woe to +those who have taken her!" + +She paused, listening. From without came a rising storm of thin +wailings, insistent and eager. + +"But I have an older vengeance than this to take," the golden voice +tolled somberly. "Long have I forgotten--and shame I feel that I +had forgot. So long have I forgotten all hatreds, all lusts, all +cruelty--among--these--" She thrust a hand forth toward the hidden +valley. "Forgot--dwelling in the great harmonies. Save for you and what +has befallen I would never have stirred from them, I think. But now +awakened, I take that vengeance. After it is done"--she paused--"after +it is over I shall go back again. For this awakening has in it nothing +of the ordered joy I love--it is a fierce and slaying fire. I shall go +back--" + +The shadow of her far dreaming flitted over, softened the angry +brilliancy of her eyes. + +"Listen, you two!" The shadow of dream fled. "Those that I am about to +slay are evil--evil are they all, men and women. Long have they been +so--yea, for cycles of suns. And their children grow like them--or +if they be gentle and with love for peace they are slain or die of +heartbreak. All this my mother told me long ago. So no more children +shall be born from them either to suffer or to grow evil." + +Again she paused, nor did we interrupt her musing. + +"My father ruled Ruszark," she said at last. "Rustum he was named, of +the seed of Rustum the Hero even as was my mother. They were gentle and +good, and it was their ancestors who built Ruszark when, fleeing from +the might of Iskander, they were sealed in the hidden valley by the +falling mountain. + +"Then there sprang from one of the families of the nobles--Cherkis. +Evil, evil was he, and as he grew he lusted for rule. On a night of +terror he fell upon those who loved my father and slew; and barely had +my father time to fly from the city with my mother, still but a bride, +and a handful of those loyal to him. + +"They found by chance the way to this place, hiding in the cleft which +is its portal. They came, and they were taken by--Those who are now my +people. Then my mother, who was very beautiful, was lifted before him +who rules here and she found favor in his sight and he had built for her +this house, which now is mine. + +"And in time I was born--but not in this house. Nay--in a secret place +of light where, too, are born my people." + +She was silent. I shot a glance at Drake. The secret place of light--was +it not that vast vault of mystery, of dancing orbs and flames transmuted +into music into which we had peered and for which sacrilege, I had +thought, had been thrust from the City? And did in this lie the +explanation of her strangeness? Had she there sucked in with her +mother's milk the enigmatic life of the Metal Hordes, been transformed +into half human changeling, become true kin to them? What else could +explain-- + + +"My mother showed me Ruszark," her voice, taking up once more her tale, +checked my thoughts. "Once when I was little she and my father bore me +through the forest and through the hidden way. I looked upon Ruszark--a +great city it is and populous, and a caldron of cruelty and of evil. + +"Not like me were my father and mother. They longed for their kind and +sought ever for means to regain their place among them. There came a +time when my father, driven by his longing, ventured forth to Ruszark, +seeking friends to help him regain that place--for these who obey me +obeyed not him as they obey me; nor would he have marched them--as I +shall--upon Ruszark if they had obeyed him. + +"Cherkis caught him. And Cherkis waited, knowing well that my mother +would follow. For Cherkis knew not where to seek her, nor where they +had lain hid, for between his city and here the mountains are great, +unscalable, and the way through them is cunningly hidden; by chance +alone did my mother's mother and those who fled with her discover it: +And though they tortured him, my father would not tell. And after a +while forthwith those who still remained of hers stole out with my +mother to find him. They left me here with Yuruk. And Cherkis caught my +mother." + +The proud breasts heaved, the eyes shot forth visible flames. + +"My father was flayed alive and crucified," she said. "His skin they +nailed to the City's gates. And when Cherkis had had his will with my +mother he threw her to his soldiers for their sport. + +"All of those who went with them he tortured and slew--and he and his +laughed at their torment. But one there was who escaped and told me--me +who was little more than a budding maid. He called on me to bring +vengeance--and he died. A year passed--and I am not like my mother and +my father--and I forgot--dwelling here in the great tranquillities, +barred from and having no thought for men and their way. + +"AIE, AIE!" she cried; "woe to me that I could forget! But now I shall +take my vengeance--I, Norhala, will stamp them flat--Cherkis and his +city of Ruszark and everything it holds! I, Norhala, and my servants +shall stamp them into the rock of their valley so that none shall know +that they have been! And would that I could meet their gods with all +their powers that I might break them, too, and stamp them into the rock +under the feet of my servants!" + +She threw out white arms. + +Why had Yuruk lied to me? I wondered as I watched her. The Disk had not +slain her mother. Of course! He had lied to play upon our terrors; had +lied to frighten us away. + +The wailings were rising in a sustained crescendo. One of the slaying +stars slipped over the chamber floor, folded its points and glided out +the door. + +"Come!" commanded Norhala, and led the way. The second star closed, +followed us. We stepped over the threshold. + +For one astounded, breathless moment we paused. In front of us reared a +monster--a colossal, headless Sphinx. Like forelegs and paws, a ridge of +pointed cubes, and globes thrust against each side of the canyon walls. +Between them for two hundred feet on high stretched the breast. + +And this was a shifting, weaving mass of the Metal Things; they formed +into gigantic cuirasses, giant bucklers, corselets of living mail. From +them as they moved--nay, from all the monster--came the wailings. Like a +headless Sphinx it crouched--and as we stood it surged forward as though +it sprang a step to greet us. + +"HAI!" shouted Norhala, battle buglings ringing through the golden +voice. "HAI! my companies!" + +Out from the summit of the breast shot a tremendous trunk of cubes and +spinning globes. And like a trunk it nuzzled us, caught us up, swept +us to the crest. An instant I tottered dizzily; was held; stood beside +Norhala upon a little, level twinkling eyed platform; upon her other +side swayed Drake. + +Now through the monster I felt a throbbing, an eager and impatient +pulse. I turned my head. Still like some huge and grotesque beast +the back of the clustered Things ran for half a mile at least behind, +tapering to a dragon tail that coiled and twisted another full mile +toward the Pit. And from this back uprose and fell immense spiked and +fan-shaped ruffs, thickets of spikes, whipping knouts of bristling +tentacles, fanged crests. They thrust and waved, whipped and fell +constantly; and constantly the great tail lashed and snapped, fantastic, +long and living. + +"HAI!" shouted Norhala once more. From her lifted throat came again the +golden chanting--but now a relentless, ruthless song of slaughter. + +Up reared the monstrous bulk. Into it ran the dragon tail. Into it +poured the fanged and bristling back. + +Up, up we were thrust--three hundred feet, four hundred, five hundred. +Over the blue globe of Norhala's house bent a gigantic leg. Spiderlike +out from each side of the monster thrust half a score of others. + +Overhead the dawn began to break. Through it with ever increasing speed +we moved, straight to the line of the cliffs behind which lay the city +of the armored men--and Ruth and Ventnor. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIV. RUSZARK + +Smoothly moved the colossal shape; on it we rode as easily as though +cradled. It did not glide--it strode. + +The columned legs raised themselves, bending from a thousand joints. The +pedestals of the feet, huge and massive as foundations for sixteen-inch +guns, fell with machinelike precision, stamping gigantically. + +Under their tread the trees of the forest snapped, were crushed like +reeds beneath the pads of a mastodon. From far below came the sound of +their crashing. The thick forest checked the progress of the Shape less +than tall grass would that of a man. + +Behind us our trail was marked by deep, black pits in the forest's +green, clean cut and great as the Mark upon the poppied valley. They +were the footprints of the Thing that carried us. + +The wind streamed and whistled. A flock of the willow warblers arose, +sworled about us with manifold beating of little frightened wings. +Norhala's face softened, her eyes smiled. + +"Go--foolish little ones," she cried, and waved her arms. They flew +away, scolding. + +A lammergeier swooped down on wide funereal wings; it peered at us; +darted away toward the cliffs. + +"There will be no carrion there for you, black eater of the dead, when I +am through," I heard Norhala whisper, eyes again somber. + +Steadily grew the dawn light; from Norhala's lips came again the +chanting. And now that paean, the reckless pulse of the monster we rode, +began to creep through my own veins. Into Drake's too, I knew, for his +head was held high and his eyes were clear and bright as hers who sang. + +The jubilant pulse streamed through the hands that held us, throbbed +through us. The pulse of the Thing--sang! + +Closer and closer grew the cliffs. Down and crashing down fell the +trees, the noise of their fall accompanying the battle chant of the +Valkyr beside me like wild harp chords of storm-lashed surf. Up to the +precipices the forest rolled, unbroken. Now the cliffs loomed overhead. +The dawn had passed. It was full day. + +Cutting up through the towering granite scarps was a rift. In it the +black shadows clustered thickly. Straight toward that cleft we sped. +As we drew near, the crest of the Shape began swiftly to lower. Down we +sank and down--a hundred feet, two hundred; now we were two score yards +above the tree tops. + +Out shot a neck, a tremendous serpent body. Crested it was with +pyramids; crested with them, too, was its immense head. Thickly the head +bristled with them, poised motionless upon spinning globes as huge as +they. For hundreds of feet that incredible neck stretched ahead of us +and for twice as far behind a monstrous, lizard-shaped body writhed. + +We rode now upon a serpent, a glittering blue metal dragon, spiked +and knobbed and scaled. It was the weird steed of Norhala flattening, +thrusting out to pierce the rift. + +And still as when it had reared on high beat through it the wild, +triumphant, questing pulse. Still rang out Norhala's chanting. + +The trees parted and fell upon each side of us as though we were some +monster of the sea and they the waves we cleft. + +The rift enclosed us. Lower we dropped; were not more than fifty feet +above its floor. The Thing upon which we rode was a torrent roaring +through it. + +A deeper blackness enclosed us--a tunneling. + +Through that we flowed. Out of it we darted into a widening filled with +wan light drifting down through a pinnacle fanged mouth miles on high. +Again the cleft shrunk. A thousand feet ahead was a crack, a narrowing +of the cleft so small that hardly could a man pass through it. + +Abruptly the metal dragon halted. + +Norhala's chanting changed; became again the arrogant clarioning. And +close below us the huge neck split. It came to me then that it was as +though Norhala were the overspirit of this chimera--as though it caught +and understood and obeyed each quick thought of hers. + +As though, indeed, she was a PART of it--as IT was in reality a part +of that infinitely greater Thing, crouching there in its lair of the +Pit--the Metal Monster that had lent this living part of itself to her +for a steed, a champion. Little time had I to consider such matters. + +Up thrust the Shape before us. Into it raced and spun Things angled, +Things curved and Things squared. It gathered itself into a Titanic +pillar out of which, instantly, thrust scores of arms. + +Over them great globes raced; after these flew other scores of huge +pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, the mass of them twenty +and thirty. The manifold arms grew rigid. Quiet for a moment, a Titanic +metal Briareous, it stood. + +Then at the tips of the arms the globes began to spin--faster, faster. +Upon them I saw the hosts of the pyramids open--as one into a host of +stars. The cleft leaped out in a flood of violet light. + +Now for another instant the stars which had been motionless, poised upon +the whirling spheres, joined in their mad spinning. Cyclopean pin wheels +they turned; again as one they ceased. More brilliant now was their +light, dazzling; as though in their whirling they had gathered greater +force. + +Under me I felt the split Thing quiver with eagerness. + +From the stars came a hurricane of lightning! A cataract of electric +flame poured into the crack, splashed and guttered down the granite +walls. We were blinded by it; were deafened with thunders. + +The face of the precipice smoked and split; was whirled away in clouds +of dust. + +The crack widened--widened as a gulley in a sand bank does when a +swift stream rushes through it. Lightnings these were--and more than +lightnings; lightnings keyed up to an invincible annihilating weapon +that could rend and split and crumble to atoms the living granite. + + +Steadily the cleft expanded. As its walls melted away the Blasting Thing +advanced, spurting into it the flaming torrents. Behind it we crept. +The dust of the shattered rocks swirled up toward us like angry +ghosts--before they reached us they were blown away as though by strong +winds streaming from beneath us. + +On we went, blinded, deafened. Interminably, it seemed, poured forth the +hurricane of blue fire; interminably the thunder bellowed. + +There came a louder clamor--volcanic, chaotic, dulling the thunders. +The sides of the cleft quivered, bent outward. They split; crashed down. +Bright daylight poured in upon us, a flood of light toward which the +billows of dust rushed as though seeking escape; out it poured like the +smoke of ten thousand cannon. + +And the Blasting Thing shook--as though with laughter! + +The stars closed. Back into the Shape ran globe and pyramid. It slid +toward us--joined the body from which it had broken away. Through +all the mass ran a wave of jubilation, a pulse of mirth--a colossal, +metallic--SILENT--roar of laughter. + +We glided forward--out of the cleft. I felt a shifting movement. + +Up and up we were thrust. Dazed I looked behind me. In the face of a +sky climbing wall of rock, smoked a wide chasm. Out of it the billowing +clouds of dust still streamed, pursuing, threatening us. The whole +granite barrier seemed to quiver with agony. Higher we rose and higher. + +"Look," whispered Drake, and whirled me around. + +Less than five miles away was Ruszark, the City of Cherkis. And it was +like some ancient city come into life out of long dead centuries. A +page restored from once conquering Persia's crumbled book. A city of the +Chosroes transported by Jinns into our own time. + +Built around and upon a low mount, it stood within a valley but little +larger than the Pit. The plain was level, as though once it had been +the floor of some primeval lake; the hill of the City was its only +elevation. + +Beyond, I caught the glinting of a narrow stream, meandering. The valley +was ringed with precipitous cliffs falling sheer to its floor. + +Slowly we advanced. + +The city was almost square, guarded by double walls of hewn stone. The +first raised itself a hundred feet on high, turreted and parapeted and +pierced with gates. Perhaps a quarter of a mile behind it the second +fortification thrust up. + +The city itself I estimated covered about ten square miles. It ran +upward in broad terraces. It was very fair, decked with blossoming +gardens and green groves. Among the clustering granite houses, red and +yellow roofed, thrust skyward tall spires and towers. Upon the mount's +top was a broad, flat plaza on which were great buildings, marble white +and golden roofed; temples I thought, or palaces, or both. + +Running to the city out of the grain fields and steads that surrounded +it, were scores of little figures, rat-like. Here and there among them +I glimpsed horsemen, arms and armor glittering. All were racing to the +gates and the shelter of the battlements. + +Nearer we drew. From the walls came now a faint sound of gongs, of +drums, of shrill, flutelike pipings. Upon them I could see hosts +gathering; hosts of swarming little figures whose bodies glistened, from +above whom came gleamings--the light striking upon their helms, their +spear and javelin tips. + +"Ruszark!" breathed Norhala, eyes wide, red lips cruelly smiling. "Lo--I +am before your gates. Lo--I am here--and was there ever joy like this!" + +The constellations in her eyes blazed. Beautiful, beautiful was +Norhala--as Isis punishing Typhon for the murder of Osiris; as avenging +Diana; shining from her something of the spirit of all wrathful +Goddesses. + +The flaming hair whirled and snapped. From all her sweet body came +white-hot furious force, a withering perfume of destruction. She pressed +against me, and I trembled at the contact. + + +Lawless, wild imaginings ran through me. Life, human life, dwindled. The +City seemed but a thing of toys. + +On--let us crush it! On--on! + +Again the monster shook beneath us. Faster we moved. Louder grew the +clangor of the drums, the gongs, the pipes. Nearer came the walls; and +ever more crowded with the swarming human ants that manned them. + +We were close upon the heels of the last fleeing stragglers. The Thing +slackened in its stride; waited patiently until they were close to the +gates. Before they could reach them I heard the brazen clanging of their +valves. Those shut out beat frenziedly upon them; dragged themselves +close to the base of the battlements, cowered there or crept along them +seeking some hole in which to hide. + +With a slow lowering of its height the Thing advanced. Now its form was +that of a spindle a full mile in length on whose bulging center we three +stood. + +A hundred feet from the outer wall we halted. We looked down upon it not +more than fifty feet above its broad top. Hundreds of the soldiers were +crouching behind the parapets, companies of archers with great bows +poised, arrows at their cheeks, scores of leather jerkined men with +stands of javelins at their right hands, spearsmen and men with long, +thonged slings. + +Set at intervals were squat, powerful engines of wood and metal beside +which were heaps of huge, rounded boulders. Catapults I knew them to be +and around each swarmed a knot of soldiers, fixing the great stones in +place, drawing back the thick ropes that, loosened, would hurl forth +the projectiles. From each side came other men, dragging more of these +balisters; assembling a battery against the prodigious, gleaming monster +that menaced their city. + +Between outer wall and inner battlements galloped squadrons of mounted +men. Upon this inner wall the soldiers clustered as thickly as on the +outer, preparing as actively for its defense. + +The city seethed. Up from it arose a humming, a buzzing, as of some +immense angry hive. + +Involuntarily I visualized the spectacle we must present to those +who looked upon us--this huge incredible Shape of metal alive with +quicksilver shifting. This--as it must have seemed to them--hellish +mechanism of war captained by a sorceress and two familiars in form of +men. There came to me dreadful visions of such a monster looking +down upon the peace-reared battlements of New York--the panic rush of +thousands away from it. + +There was a blaring of trumpets. Up on the parapet leaped a man clad all +in gleaming red armor. From head to feet the close linked scales covered +him. Within a hood shaped somewhat like the tight-fitting head coverings +of the Crusaders a pallid, cruel face looked out upon us; in the fierce +black eyes was no trace of fear. + +Evil as Norhala had said these people of Ruszark were, wicked and +cruel--they were no cowards, no! + +The red armored man threw up a hand. + +"Who are you?" he shouted. "Who are you three, you three who come +driving down upon Ruszark through the rocks? We have no quarrel with +you?" + +"I seek a man and a maid," cried Norhala. "A maid and a sick man your +thieves took from me. Bring him forth!" + +"Seek elsewhere for them then," he answered. "They are not here. Turn +now and seek elsewhere. Go quickly, lest I loose our might upon you and +you go never." + +Mockingly rang her laughter--and under its lash the black eyes grew +fiercer, the cruelty on the white face darkened. + +"Little man whose words are so big! Fly who thunders! What are you +called, little man?" + +Her raillery bit deep--but its menace passed unheeded in the rage it +called forth. + +"I am Kulun," shouted the man in scarlet armor. "Kulun, the son of +Cherkis the Mighty, and captain of his hosts. Kulun--who will cast your +skin under my mares in stall for them to trample and thrust your red +flayed body upon a pole in the grain fields to frighten away the crows! +Does that answer you?" + +Her laughter ceased; her eyes dwelt upon him--filled with an infernal +joy. + +"The son of Cherkis!" I heard her murmur. "He has a son--" + +There was a sneer on the cruel face; clearly he thought her awed. Quick +was his disillusionment. + +"Listen, Kulun," she cried. "I am Norhala--daughter of another Norhala +and of Rustum, whom Cherkis tortured and slew. Now go, you lying spawn +of unclean toads--go and tell your father that I, Norhala, am at his +gates. And bring back with you the maid and the man. Go, I say!" + + + + +CHAPTER XXV. CHERKIS + +There was stark amazement on Kulun's face; and fear now enough. He +dropped from the parapet among his men. There came one loud trumpet +blast. + +Out from the battlements poured a storm of arrows, a cloud of javelins. +The squat catapults leaped forward. From them came a hail of boulders. +Before that onrushing tempest of death I flinched. + +I heard Norhala's golden laughter and before they could reach us arrow +and javelin and boulder were checked as though myriads of hands reached +out from the Thing under us and caught them. Down they dropped. + +Forth from the great spindle shot a gigantic arm, hammer tipped with +cubes. It struck the wall close to where the scarlet armored Kulun had +vanished. + +Under its blow the stones crumbled. With the fragments fell the +soldiers; were buried beneath them. + +A hundred feet in width a breach gaped in the battlements. Out shot the +arm again; hooked its hammer tip over the parapet, tore away a stretch +of the breastwork as though it had been cardboard. Beside the breach an +expanse of the broad flat top lay open like a wide platform. + +The arm withdrew, and out from the whole length of the spindle thrust +other arms, hammer tipped, held high aloft, menacing. + +From all the length of the wall arose panic outcry. Abruptly the storm +of arrows ended; the catapults were still. Again the trumpets sounded; +the crying ceased. Down fell a silence, terrified, stifling. + +Kulun stepped forth again, both hands held high. Gone was his arrogance. + +"A parley," he shouted. "A parley, Norhala. If we give you the maid and +man, will you go?" + +"Go get them," she answered. "And take with you this my command to +Cherkis--that HE return with the two!" + +For an instant Kulun hesitated. Up thrust the dreadful arms, poised +themselves to strike. + +"It shall be so," he shouted. "I carry your command." + +He leaped back, his red mail flashed toward a turret that held, I +supposed, a stairway. He was lost to sight. In silence we waited. + +On the further side of the city I glimpsed movement. Little troops of +mounted men, pony drawn wains, knots of running figures were fleeing +from the city through the opposite gates. + +Norhala saw them too. With that incomprehensible, instant obedience +to her unspoken thought a mass of the Metal Things separated from us; +whirled up into a dozen of those obelisked forms I had seen march from +the cat eyes of the City of the Pit. + +In but a breath, it seemed, their columns were far off, herding back the +fugitives. + +They did not touch them, did not offer to harm--only, grotesquely, +like dogs heading off and corraling frightened sheep, they circled and +darted. Rushing back came those they herded. + +From the watching terraces and walls arose shrill cries of terror, a +wailing. Far away the obelisks met, pirouetted, melted into one thick +column. Towering, motionless as we, it stood, guarding the further +gates. + +There was a stir upon the wall, a flashing of spears, of drawn blades. +Two litters closed with curtainings, surrounded by triple rows of +swordsmen fully armored, carrying small shields and led by Kulun were +being borne to the torn battlement. + +Their bearers stopped well within the platform and gently lowered their +burdens. The leader of those around the second litter drew aside its +covering, spoke. + +Out stepped Ruth and after her--Ventnor! + +"Martin!" I could not keep back the cry; heard mingled with it Drake's +own cry to Ruth. Ventnor raised his hand in greeting; I thought he +smiled. + +The cubes on which we stood shot forward; stopped within fifty feet of +them. Instantly the guard of swordsmen raised their blades, held them +over the pair as though waiting the signal to strike. + +And now I saw that Ruth was not clad as she had been when we had left +her. She stood in scanty kirtle that came scarcely to her knees, her +shoulders were bare, her curly brown hair unbound and tangled. Her face +was set with wrath hardly less than that which beat from Norhala. On +Ventnor's forehead was a blood red scar, a line that ran from temple to +temple like a brand. + +The curtains of the first litter quivered; behind them someone spoke. +That in which Ruth and Ventnor had ridden was drawn swiftly away. The +knot of swordsmen drew back. + +Into their places sprang and knelt a dozen archers. They ringed in the +two, bows drawn taut, arrows in place and pointing straight to their +hearts. + +Out of the litter rolled a giant of a man. Seven feet he must have been +in height; over the huge shoulders, the barreled chest and the bloated +abdomen hung a purple cloak glittering with gems; through the thick and +grizzled hair passed a flashing circlet of jewels. + +The scarlet armored Kulun beside him, swordsmen guarding them, he walked +to the verge of the torn gap in the wall. He peered down it, glancing +imperturbably at the upraised, hammer-banded arms still threatening; +examined again the breach. Then still with Kulun he strode over to +the very edge of the broken battlement and stood, head thrust a little +forward, studying us in silence. + + +"Cherkis!" whispered Norhala--the whisper was a hymn to Nemesis. I felt +her body quiver from head to foot. + +A wave of hatred, a hot desire to kill, passed through me as I scanned +the face staring at us. It was a great gross mask of evil, of cold +cruelty and callous lusts. Unwinking, icily malignant, black slits of +eyes glared at us between pouches that held them half closed. Heavy +jowls hung pendulous, dragging down the corners of the thick lipped, +brutal mouth into a deep graven, unchanging sneer. + +As he gazed at Norhala a flicker of lust shot like a licking tongue +through his eyes. + +Yet from him pulsed power; sinister, instinct with evil, concentrate +with cruelty--but power indomitable. Such was Cherkis, descendant +perhaps of that Xerxes the Conqueror who three millenniums gone ruled +most of the known world. + +It was Norhala who broke the silence. + +"Tcherak! Greeting--Cherkis!" There was merciless mirth in the buglings +of her voice. "Lo, I did but knock so gently at your gates and you +hastened to welcome me. Greetings--gross swine, spittle of the toads, +fat slug beneath my sandals." + +He passed the insults by, unmoved--although I heard a murmuring go up +from those near and Kulun's hard eyes blazed. + +"We will bargain, Norhala," he answered calmly; the voice was deep, +filled with sinister strength. + +"Bargain?" she laughed. "What have you with which to bargain, Cherkis? +Does the rat bargain with the tigress? And you, toad, have nothing." + +He shook his head. + +"I have these," he waved a hand toward Ruth and her brother. "Me you may +slay--and mayhap many of mine. But before you can move my archers will +feather their hearts." + +She considered him, no longer mocking. + +"Two of mine you slew long since, Cherkis," she said, slowly. "Therefore +it is I am here." + +"I know," he nodded heavily. "Yet now that is neither here nor there, +Norhala. It was long since, and I have learned much during the years. +I would have killed you too, Norhala, could I have found you. But now I +would not do as then--quite differently would I do, Norhala; for I have +learned much. I am sorry that those that you loved died as they did. I +am in truth sorry!" + +There was a curious lurking sardonicism in the words, an undertone of +mockery. Was what he really meant that in those years he had learned +to inflict greater agonies, more exquisite tortures? If so, Norhala +apparently did not sense that interpretation. Indeed, she seemed to be +interested, her wrath abating. + +"No," the hoarse voice rumbled dispassionately. "None of that is +important--now. YOU would have this man and girl. I hold them. They die +if you stir a hand's breadth toward me. If they die, I prevail against +you--for I have cheated you of what you desire. I win, Norhala, even +though you slay me. That is all that is now important." + +There was doubt upon Norhala's face and I caught a quick gleam of +contemptuous triumph glint through the depths of the evil eyes. + +"Empty will be your victory over me, Norhala," he said; then waited. + +"What is your bargain?" she spoke hesitatingly; with a sinking of my +heart I heard the doubt tremble in her throat. + +"If you will go without further knocking upon my gates"--there was a +satiric grimness in the phrase--"go when you have been given them, and +pledge yourself never to return--you shall have them. If you will not, +then they die." + +"But what security, what hostages, do you ask?" Her eyes were troubled. +"I cannot swear by your gods, Cherkis, for they are not my gods--in +truth I, Norhala, have no gods. Why should I not say yes and take the +two, then fall upon you and destroy--as you would do in my place, old +wolf?" + +"Norhala," he answered, "I ask nothing but your word. Do I not know +those who bore you and the line from which they sprung? Was not always +the word they gave kept till death--unbroken, inviolable? No need +for vows to gods between you and me. Your word is holier than they--O +glorious daughter of kings, princess royal!" + + +The great voice was harshly caressing; not obsequious, but as though +he gave her as an equal her rightful honor. Her face softened; she +considered him from eyes far less hostile. + +A wholesome respect for this gross tyrant's mentality came to me; it +did not temper, it heightened, the hatred I felt for him. But now I +recognized the subtlety of his attack; realized that unerringly he +had taken the only means by which he could have gained a hearing; have +temporized. Could he win her with his guile? + +"Is it not true?" There was a leonine purring in the question. + +"It IS true!" she answered proudly. "Though why YOU should dwell upon +this, Cherkis, whose word is steadfast as the running stream and whose +promises are as lasting as its bubbles--why YOU should dwell on this I +do not know." + +"I have changed greatly, Princess, in the years since my great +wickedness; I have learned much. He who speaks to you now is not he you +were taught--and taught justly then--to hate." + +"You may speak truth! Certainly you are not as I have pictured you." It +was as though she were more than half convinced. "In this at least you +do speak truth--that IF I promise I will go and molest you no more." + +"Why go at all, Princess?" Quietly he asked the amazing question--then +drew himself to his full height, threw wide his arms. + +"Princess?" the great voice rumbled forth. "Nay--Queen! Why leave us +again--Norhala the Queen? Are we not of your people? Am I not of your +kin? Join your power with ours. What that war engine you ride may be, +how built, I know not. But this I do know--that with our strengths +joined we two can go forth from where I have dwelt so long, go forth +into the forgotten world, eat its cities and rule. + +"You shall teach our people to make these engines, Norhala, and we will +make many of them. Queen Norhala--you shall wed my son Kulun, he who +stands beside me. And while I live you shall rule with me, rule equally. +And when I die you and Kulun shall rule. + +"Thus shall our two royal lines be made one, the old feud wiped out, the +long score be settled. Queen--wherever it is you dwell it comes to +me that you have few men. Queen--you need men, many men and strong to +follow you, men to gather the harvests of your power, men to bring to +you the fruit of your smallest wish--young men and vigorous to amuse +you. + +"Let the past be forgotten--I too have wrongs to forget, O Queen. Come +to us, Great One, with your power and your beauty. Teach us. Lead us. +Return, and throned above your people rule the world!" + +He ceased. Over the battlements, over the city, dropped a vast expectant +silence--as though the city knew its fate was hanging upon the balance. + +"No! No!" It was Ruth crying. "Do not trust him, Norhala! It's a trap! +He shamed me--he tortured--" + +Cherkis half turned; before he swung about I saw a hell shadow darken +his face. Ventnor's hand thrust out, covered Ruth's mouth, choking her +crying. + +"Your son"--Norhala spoke swiftly; and back flashed the cruel face of +Cherkis, devouring her with his eyes. "Your son--and Queenship here--and +Empire of the World." Her voice was rapt, thrilled. "All this you offer? +Me--Norhala?" + +"This and more!" The huge bulk of his body quivered with eagerness. "If +it be your wish, O Queen, I, Cherkis, will step down from the throne for +you and sit beneath your right hand, eager to do your bidding." + +A moment she studied him. + +"Norhala," I whispered, "do not do this thing. He thinks to gain your +secrets." + +"Let my bridegroom stand forth that I may look upon him," called +Norhala. + +Visibly Cherkis relaxed, as though a strain had been withdrawn. Between +him and his crimson-clad son flashed a glance; it was as though a +triumphant devil sped from them into each other's eyes. + +I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms. Up from the wall rose a jubilant +shouting, was caught by the inner battlements, passed on to the crowded +terraces. + +"Take Kulun," it was Drake, pistol drawn and whispering across to me. +"I'll handle Cherkis. And shoot straight." + + + + +CHAPTER XXVI. THE VENGEANCE OF NORHALA + +Norhala's hand that had gone from my wrist dropped down again; the other +fell upon Drake's. + +Kulun loosed his hood, let it fall about his shoulders. + +He stepped forward, held out his arms to Norhala. + +"A strong man!" she cried approvingly. "Hail--my bridegroom! But +stay--stand back a moment. Stand beside that man for whom I came to +Ruszark. I would see you together!" + +Kulun's face darkened. But Cherkis smiled with evil understanding, +shrugged his shoulders and whispered to him. Sullenly Kulun stepped +back. The ring of the archers lowered their bows; they leaped to their +feet and stood aside to let him pass. + +Quick as a serpent's tongue a pyramid tipped tentacle flicked out +beneath us. It darted through the broken circle of the bowmen. + +It LICKED up Ruth and Ventnor and--Kulun! + +Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and dropped those two +I loved at Norhala's feet. + +It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of Cherkis's son +sprawled along its angled end. + +The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither. + +Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror. + +Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter. + +"Tchai!" she cried. "Tchai! Fat fool there. Tchai--you Cherkis! Toad +whose wits have sickened with your years! + +"Did you think to catch me, Norhala, in your filthy web? Princess! +Queen! Empress of Earth! Ho--old fox I have outplayed and beaten, what +now have you to trade with Norhala?" + +Mouth sagging open, eyes glaring, the tyrant slowly raised his arms--a +suppliant. + +"You would have back the bridegroom you gave me?" she laughed. "Take +him, then." + +Down swept the metal arm that held Kulun. The arm dropped Cherkis's son +at Cherkis's feet; and as though Kulun had been a grape--it crushed him! + +Before those who had seen could stir from their stupor the tentacle +hovered over Cherkis, glaring down at the horror that had been his son. + +It did not strike him--it drew him up to it as a magnet draws a pin. + +And as the pin swings from the magnet when held suspended by the head, +so swung the great body of Cherkis from the under side of the pyramid +that held him. Hanging so he was carried toward us, came to a stop not +ten feet from us-- + +Weird, weird beyond all telling was that scene--and would I had the +power to make you who read see it as we did. + +The animate, living Shape of metal on which we stood, with its forest of +hammer-handed arms raised menacingly along its mile of spindled length; +the great walls glistening with the armored hosts; the terraces of that +fair and ancient city, their gardens and green groves and clustering +red and yellow-roofed houses and temples and palaces; the swinging gross +body of Cherkis in the clutch of the unseen grip of the tentacle, his +grizzled hair touching the side of the pyramid that held him, his arms +half outstretched, the gemmed cloak flapping like the wings of a jeweled +bat, his white, malignant face in which the evil eyes were burning slits +flaming hell's own blackest hatred; and beyond the city, from which +pulsed almost visibly a vast and hopeless horror, the watching +column--and over all this the palely radiant white sky under whose light +the encircling cliffs were tremendous stony palettes splashed with a +hundred pigments. + +Norhala's laughter had ceased. Somberly she looked upon Cherkis, into +the devil fires of his eyes. + +"Cherkis!" she half whispered. "Now comes the end for you--and for all +that is yours! But until the end's end you shall see." + +The hanging body was thrust forward; was thrust up; was brought down +upon its feet on the upper plane of the prostrate pyramid tipping the +metal arm that held him. For an instant he struggled to escape; I +think he meant to hurl himself down upon Norhala, to kill her before he +himself was slain. + +If so, after one frenzied effort he realized the futility, for with +a certain dignity he drew himself upright, turned his eyes toward the +city. + +Over that city a dreadful silence hung. It was as though it cowered, hid +its face, was afraid to breathe. + +"The end!" murmured Norhala. + +There was a quick trembling through the Metal Thing. Down swung its +forest of sledges. Beneath the blow down fell the smitten walls, +shattered, crumbling, and with it glittering like shining flies in a +dust storm fell the armored men. + +Through that mile-wide breach and up to the inner barrier I glimpsed +confusion chaotic. And again I say it--they were no cowards, those men +of Cherkis. From the inner battlements flew clouds of arrows, of huge +stones--as uselessly as before. + +Then out from the opened gates poured regiments of horsemen, brandishing +javelins and great maces, and shouting fiercely as they drove down upon +each end of the Metal Shape. Under cover of their attack I saw cloaked +riders spurring their ponies across the plain to shelter of the cliff +walls, to the chance of hiding places within them. Women and men of +the rich, the powerful, flying for safety; after them ran and scattered +through the fields of grain a multitude on foot. + + +The ends of the spindle drew back before the horsemen's charge, +broadening as they went--like the heads of monstrous cobras withdrawing +into their hoods. Abruptly, with a lightning velocity, these broadenings +expanded into immense lunettes, two tremendous curving and crablike +claws. Their tips flung themselves past the racing troops; then like +gigantic pincers began to contract. + +Of no avail now was it for the horsemen to halt dragging their mounts on +their haunches, or to turn to fly. The ends of the lunettes had met, +the pincer tips had closed. The mounted men were trapped within +half-mile-wide circles. And in upon man and horse their living +walls marched. Within those enclosures of the doomed began a frantic +milling--I shut my eyes-- + +There was a dreadful screaming of horses, a shrieking of men. Then +silence. + +Shuddering, I looked. Where the mounted men had been was--nothing. + +Nothing? There were two great circular spaces whose floors were +glistening, wetly red. Fragments of man or horse--there was none. +They had been crushed into--what was it Norhala had promised--had been +stamped into the rock beneath the feet of her--servants. + +Sick, I looked away and stared at a Thing that writhed and undulated +over the plain; a prodigious serpentine Shape of cubes and spheres +linked and studded thick with the spikes of the pyramid. Through the +fields, over the plain its coils flashed. + +Playfully it sped and twisted among the fugitives, crushing them, +tossing them aside broken, gliding over them. Some there were who +hurled themselves upon it in impotent despair, some who knelt before it, +praying. On rolled the metal convolutions, inexorable. + +Within my vision's range there were no more fugitives. Around a corner +of the broken battlements raced the serpent Shape. Where it had writhed +was now no waving grain, no trees, no green thing. There was only smooth +rock upon which here and there red smears glistened wetly. + +Afar there was a crying, in its wake a rumbling. It was the column, it +came to me, at work upon the further battlements. As though the sound +had been a signal the spindle trembled; up we were thrust another +hundred feet or more. Back dropped the host of brandished arms, threaded +themselves into the parent bulk. + +Right and left of us the spindle split into scores of fissures. Between +these fissures the Metal Things that made up each now dissociate and +shapeless mass geysered; block and sphere and tetrahedron spike spun and +swirled. There was an instant of formlessness. + +Then right and left of us stood scores of giant, grotesque warriors. +Their crests were fully fifty feet below our living platform. They +stood upon six immense, columnar stilts. These sextuple legs supported +a hundred feet above their bases a huge and globular body formed of +clusters of the spheres. Out from each of these bodies that were at one +and the same time trunks and heads, sprang half a score of colossal arms +shaped like flails; like spike-studded girders, Titanic battle maces, +Cyclopean sledges. + +From legs and trunks and arms the tiny eyes of the Metal Hordes flashed, +exulting. + +There came from them, from the Thing we rode as well, a chorus of thin +and eager wailings and pulsed through all that battle-line, a jubilant +throbbing. + +Then with a rhythmic, JOCUND stride they leaped upon the city. + +Under the mallets of the smiting arms the inner battlements fell as +under the hammers of a thousand metal Thors. Over their fragments and +the armored men who fell with them strode the Things, grinding stone and +man together as we passed. + +All of the terraced city except the side hidden by the mount lay open to +my gaze. In that brief moment of pause I saw crazed crowds battling +in narrow streets, trampling over mounds of the fallen, surging over +barricades of bodies, clawing and tearing at each other in their flight. + +There was a wide, stepped street of gleaming white stone that climbed +like an immense stairway straight up the slope to that broad plaza at +the top where clustered the great temples and palaces--the Acropolis of +the city. Into it the streets of the terraces flowed, each pouring out +upon it a living torrent, tumultuous with tuliped, sparkling little +waves, the gay coverings and the arms and armor of Ruszark's desperate +thousands seeking safety at the shrines of their gods. + +Here great carven arches arose; there slender, exquisite towers capped +with red gold--there was a street of colossal statues, another over +which dozens of graceful, fretted bridges threw their spans from +feathery billows of flowering trees; there were gardens gay with +blossoms in which fountains sparkled, green groves; thousands upon +thousands of bright multicolored pennants, banners, fluttered. + +A fair, a lovely city was Cherkis's stronghold of Ruszark. + +Its beauty filled the eyes; out from it streamed the fragrance of its +gardens--the voice of its agony was that of the souls in Dis. + +The row of destroying shapes lengthened, each huge warrior of metal +drawing far apart from its mates. They flexed their manifold arms, +shadow boxed--grotesquely, dreadfully. + +Down struck the flails, the sledges. Beneath the blows the buildings +burst like eggshells, their fragments burying the throngs fighting for +escape in the thoroughfares that threaded them. Over their ruins we +moved. + +Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges. And ever under them the +city crumbled. + +There was a spider Shape that crawled up the wide stairway hammering +into the stone those who tried to flee before it. + +Stride by stride the Destroying Things ate up the city. + + +I felt neither wrath nor pity. Through me beat a jubilant roaring +pulse--as though I were a shouting corpuscle of the rushing hurricane, +as though I were one of the hosts of smiting spirits of the bellowing +typhoon. + +Through this stole another thought--vague, unfamiliar, yet seemingly +of truth's own essence. Why, I wondered, had I never recognized this +before? Why had I never known that these green forms called trees were +but ugly, unsymmetrical excrescences? That these high projections of +towers, these buildings were deformities? + +That these four-pronged, moving little shapes that screamed and ran +were--hideous? + +They must be wiped out! All this misshapen, jumbled, inharmonious +ugliness must be wiped out! It must be ground down to smooth unbroken +planes, harmonious curvings, shapeliness--harmonies of arc and line and +angle! + +Something deep within me fought to speak--fought to tell me that this +thought was not human thought, not my thought--that it was the reflected +thought of the Metal Things! + +It told me--and fiercely it struggled to make me realize what it was +that it told. Its insistence was borne upon little despairing, rhythmic +beatings--throbbings that were like the muffled sobbings of the drums of +grief. Louder, closer came the throbbing; clearer with it my perception +of the inhumanness of my thought. + +The drum beat tapped at my humanity, became a dolorous knocking at my +heart. + +It was the sobbing of Cherkis! + +The gross face was shrunken, the cheeks sagging in folds of woe; cruelty +and wickedness were wiped from it; the evil in the eyes had been washed +out by tears. Eyes streaming, bull throat and barrel chest racked by his +sobbing, he watched the passing of his people and his city. + +And relentlessly, coldly, Norhala watched him--as though loath to lose +the faintest shadow of his agony. + +Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount. Packed between us +and the immense white structures that crowned it were thousands of the +people. They fell on their knees before us, prayed to us. They tore at +each other, striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was +themselves. They beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries; they +climbed the pillars; they swarmed over the golden roofs. + +There was a moment of chaos--a chaos of which we were the heart. +Then temple and palace cracked, burst; were shattered; fell. I caught +glimpses of gleaming sculptures, glitterings of gold and of silver, +flashing of gems, shimmering of gorgeous draperies--under them a +weltering of men and women. + +We closed down upon them--over them! + +The dreadful sobbing ceased. I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily +upon a shoulder; the eyes closed. + +The Destroying Things touched. Their flailing arms coiled back, withdrew +into their bodies. They joined, forming for an instant a tremendous +hollow pillar far down in whose center we stood. They parted; shifted +in shape? rolled down the mount over the ruins like a widening +wave--crushing into the stone all over which they passed. + +Afar away I saw the gleaming serpent still at play--still writhing +along, still obliterating the few score scattered fugitives that some +way, somehow, had slipped by the Destroying Things. + +We halted. For one long moment Norhala looked upon the drooping body of +him upon whom she had let fall this mighty vengeance. + +Then the metal arm that held Cherkis whirled. Thrown from it, the +cloaked form flew like a great blue bat. It fell upon the flattened +mound that had once been the proud crown of his city. A blue blot upon +desolation the broken body of Cherkis lay. + +A black speck appeared high in the sky; grew fast--the lammergeier. + +"I have left carrion for you--after all!" cried Norhala. + +With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped beside the blue +heap--thrust in it its beak. + + + + +CHAPTER XXVII. "THE DRUMS OF DESTINY" + +Slowly we descended that mount of desolation; lingeringly, as though the +brooding eyes of Norhala were not yet sated with destruction. Of human +life, of green life, of life of any kind there was none. + +Man and tree, woman and flower, babe and bud, palace, temple and +home--Norhala had stamped flat. She had crushed them within the +rock--even as she had promised. + +The tremendous tragedy had absorbed my every faculty; I had had no time +to think of my companions; I had forgotten them. Now in the painful +surges of awakening realization, of full human understanding of that +inhuman annihilation, I turned to them for strength. Faintly I wondered +again at Ruth's scantiness of garb, her more than half nudity; dwelt +curiously upon the red brand across Ventnor's forehead. + +In his eyes and in Drake's I saw reflected the horror I knew was in +my own. But in the eyes of Ruth was none of this--sternly, coldly +triumphant, indifferent to its piteousness as Norhala herself, she +scanned the waste that less than an hour since had been a place of +living beauty. + +I felt a shock of repulsion. After all, those who had been destroyed +so ruthlessly could not ALL have been wholly evil. Yet mother and +blossoming maid, youth and oldster, all the pageant of humanity within +the great walls were now but lines within the stone. According to their +different lights, it came to me, there had been in Ruszark no greater +number of the wicked than one could find in any great city of our own +civilization. + +From Norhala, of course, I looked for no perception of any of this. But +from Ruth-- + +My reaction grew; the pity long withheld racing through me linked with +a burning anger, a hatred for this woman who had been the directing soul +of that catastrophe. + +My gaze fell again upon the red brand. I saw that it was a deep +indentation as though a thong had been twisted around Ventnor's head +biting the bone. There was dried blood on the edges, a double ring of +swollen white flesh rimming the cincture. It was the mark of--torture! + +"Martin," I cried. "That ring? What did they do to you?" + +"They waked me with that," he answered quietly. "I suppose I ought to be +grateful--although their intentions were not exactly--therapeutic--" + +"They tortured him," Ruth's voice was tense, bitter; she spoke in +Persian--for Norhala's benefit I thought then, not guessing a deeper +reason. "They tortured him. They gave him agony until he--returned. And +they promised him other agonies that would make him pray long for death. + +"And me--me"--she raised little clenched hands--"me they stripped like a +slave. They led me through the city and the people mocked me. They +took me before that swine Norhala has punished--and stripped me +before him--like a slave. Before my eyes they tortured my brother. +Norhala--they were evil, all evil! Norhala--you did well to slay them!" + +She caught the woman's hands, pressed close to her. Norhala gazed at her +from great gray eyes in which the wrath was dying, into which the old +tranquillity, the old serenity was flowing. And when she spoke the +golden voice held more than returning echoes of the far-away, faint +chimings. + +"It is done," she said. "And it was well done--sister. Now you and I +shall dwell together in peace--sister. Or if there be those in the world +from which you came that you would have slain, then you and I shall go +forth with our companies and stamp them out--even as I did these." + +My heart stopped beating--for from the depths of Ruth's eyes shining +shadows were rising, wraiths answering Norhala's calling; and, as they +rose, steadily they drew life from the clear radiance summoning--drew +closer to the semblance of that tranquil spirit which her vengeance +had banished but that had now returned to its twin thrones of Norhala's +eyes. + +And at last it was twin sister of Norhala who looked upon her from the +face of Ruth! + +The white arms of the woman encircled her; the glorious head bent over +her; flaming tresses mingled with tender brown curls. + +"Sister!" she whispered. "Little sister! These men you shall have as +long as it pleases you--to do with as you will. Or if it is your wish +they shall go back to their world and I will guard them to its gates. + +"But you and I, little sister, will dwell together--in the +vastnesses--in the peace. Shall it not be so?" + +With no faltering, with no glance toward us three--lover, brother, old +friend--Ruth crept closer to her, rested her head upon the virginal, +royal breasts. + +"It shall be so!" she murmured. "Sister--it shall be so. Norhala--I am +tired. Norhala--I have seen enough of men." + +An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, trembled over +the woman's wondrous face. Hungrily, defiantly, she pressed the girl to +her; the stars in the lucid heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle and +caressing. + +"Ruth!" cried Drake--and sprang toward them. She paid no heed; and even +as he leaped he was caught, whirled back against us. + +"Wait," said Ventnor, and caught him by the arm as wrathfully, +blindedly, he strove against the force that held him. "Wait. No +use--now." + +There was a curious understanding in his voice--a curious sympathy, +too, in the patient, untroubled gaze that dwelt upon his sister and this +weirdly exquisite woman who held her. + +"Wait!" exclaimed Drake. "Wait--hell! The damned witch is stealing her +away from us!" + +Again he threw himself forward; recoiled as though swept back by an +invisible arm; fell against us and was clasped and held by Ventnor. And +as he struggled the Thing we rode halted. Like metal waves back into it +rushed the enigmatic billows that had washed over the fragments of the +city. + +We were lifted; between us and the woman and girl a cleft appeared; it +widened into a rift. It was as though Norhala had decreed it as a symbol +of this her second victory--or had set it between us as a barrier. + + +Wider grew the rift. Save for the bridge of our voices it separated us +from Ruth as though she stood upon another world. + +Higher we rose; the three of us now upon the flat top of a tower upon +whose counterpart fifty feet away and facing the homeward path, Ruth and +Norhala stood with white arms interlaced. + +The serpent shape flashed toward us; it vanished beneath, merging into +the waiting Thing. + +Then slowly the Thing began to move; quietly it glided to the chasm it +had blasted in the cliff wall. The shadow of those walls fell upon us. +As one we looked back; as one we searched out the patch of blue with the +black blot at its breast. + +We found it; then the precipices hid it. Silently we streamed through +the chasm, through the canyon and the tunnel--speaking no word, Drake's +eyes fixed with bitter hatred upon Norhala, Ventnor brooding upon her +always with that enigmatic sympathy. We passed between the walls of the +further cleft; stood for an instant at the brink of the green forest. + +There came to us as though from immeasurable distances, a faint, +sustained thrumming--like the beating of countless muffled drums. The +Thing that carried us trembled--the sound died away. The Thing quieted; +it began its steady, effortless striding through the crowding trees--but +now with none of that speed with which it had come, spurred forward by +Norhala's awakened hate. + +Ventnor stirred; broke the silence. And now I saw how wasted was his +body, how sharpened his face; almost ethereal; purged not only by +suffering but by, it came to me, some strange knowledge. + +"No use, Drake," he said dreamily. "All this is now on the knees of the +gods. And whether those gods are humanity's or whether they are--Gods of +Metal--I do not know. + +"But this I do know--only one way or another can the balance fall; and +if it be one way, then you and we shall have Ruth back. And if it falls +the other way--then there will be little need for us to care. For man +will be done!" + +"Martin! What do you mean?" + +"It is the crisis," he answered. "We can do nothing, Goodwin--nothing. +Whatever is to be steps forth now from the womb of Destiny." + +Again there came that distant rolling--louder, now. Again the Thing +trembled. + +"The drums," whispered Ventnor. "The drums of destiny. What is it they +are heralding? A new birth of Earth and the passing of man? A new child +to whom shall be given dominion--nay, to whom has been given dominion? +Or is it--taps--for Them?" + +The drumming died as I listened--fearfully. About us was only the +swishing, the sighing of the falling trees beneath the tread of the +Thing. Motionless stood Norhala; and as motionless Ruth. + +"Martin," I cried once more, a dreadful doubt upon me. "Martin--what do +you mean?" + +"Whence did--They--come?" His voice was clear and calm, the eyes beneath +the red brand clear and quiet, too. "Whence did They come--these Things +that carry us? That strode like destroying angels over Cherkis's +city? Are they spawn of Earth--as we are? Or are they foster +children--changelings from another star? + +"These creatures that when many still are one--that when one still are +many. Whence did They come? What are They?" + +He looked down upon the cubes that held us; their hosts of tiny eyes +shone up at him, enigmatically--as though they heard and understood. + +"I do not forget," he said. "At least not all do I forget of what I saw +during that time when I seemed an atom outside space--as I told you, +or think I told you, speaking with unthinkable effort through lips that +seemed eternities away from me, the atom, who strove to open them. + +"There were three--visions, revelations--I know not what to call them. +And though each seemed equally real, of two of them, only one, I think, +can be true; and of the third--that may some time be true but surely is +not yet." + + +Through the air came a louder drum roll--in it something ominous, +something sinister. It swelled to a crescendo; abruptly ceased. And now +I saw Norhala raise her head; listen. + +"I saw a world, a vast world, Goodwin, marching stately through space. +It was no globe--it was a world of many facets, of smooth and polished +planes; a huge blue jewel world, dimly luminous; a crystal world cut +out from Aether. A geometric thought of the Great Cause, of God, if you +will, made material. It was airless, waterless, sunless. + +"I seemed to draw closer to it. And then I saw that over every facet +patterns were traced; gigantic symmetrical designs; mathematical +hieroglyphs. In them I read unthinkable calculations, formulas of +interwoven universes, arithmetical progressions of armies of stars, +pandects of the motions of the suns. In the patterns was an appalling +harmony--as though all the laws from those which guide the atom to those +which direct the cosmos were there resolved into completeness--totalled. + +"The faceted world was like a cosmic abacist, tallying as it marched the +errors of the infinite. + +"The patterned symbols constantly changed form. I drew nearer--the +symbols were alive. They were, in untold numbers--These!" + +He pointed to the Thing that bore us. + +"I was swept back; looked again upon it from afar. And a fantastic +notion came to me--fantasy it was, of course, yet built I know around +a nucleus of strange truth. It was"--his tone was half whimsical, +half apologetic--"it was that this jeweled world was ridden by some +mathematical god, driving it through space, noting occasionally with +amused tolerance the very bad arithmetic of another Deity the reverse +of mathematical--a more or less haphazard Deity, the god, in fact, of us +and the things we call living. + +"It had no mission; it wasn't at all out to do any reforming; it wasn't +in the least concerned in rectifying any of the inaccuracies of the +Other. Only now and then it took note of the deplorable differences +between the worlds it saw and its own impeccably ordered and tidy temple +with its equally tidy servitors. + +"Just an itinerant demiurge of supergeometry riding along through space +on its perfectly summed-up world; master of all celestial mechanics; +its people independent of all that complex chemistry and labor for +equilibrium by which we live; needing neither air nor water, heeding +neither heat nor cold; fed with the magnetism of interstellar space and +stopping now and then to banquet off the energy of some great sun." + +A thrill of amazement passed through me; fantasy all this might be +but--how, if so, had he gotten that last thought? He had not seen, as +we had, the orgy in the Hall of the Cones, the prodigious feeding of the +Metal Monster upon our sun. + +"That passed," he went on, unnoticing. "I saw vast caverns filled with +the Things; working, growing, multiplying. In caverns of our Earth--the +fruit of some unguessed womb? I do not know. + +"But in those caverns, under countless orbs of many colored +lights"--again the thrill of amaze shook me--"they grew. It came to me +that they were reaching out toward sunlight and the open. They burst +into it--into yellow, glowing sunlight. Ours? I do not know. And that +picture passed." + +His voice deepened. + +"There came a third vision. I saw our Earth--I knew, Goodwin, +indisputably, unmistakably that it was our earth. But its rolling +hills were leveled, its mountains were ground and shaped into cold and +polished symbols--geometric, fashioned. + +"The seas were fettered, gleaming like immense jewels in patterned +settings of crystal shores. The very Polar ice was chiseled. On the +ordered plains were traced the hieroglyphs of the faceted world. And on +all Earth, Goodwin, there was no green life, no city, no trace of man. +On this Earth that had been ours were only--These. + +"Visioning!" he said. "Don't think that I accept them in their entirety. +Part truth, part illusion--the groping mind dazzled with light of +unfamiliar truths and making pictures from half light and half shadow to +help it understand. + +"But still--SOME truth in them. How much I do not know. But this I +do know--that last vision was of a cataclysm whose beginnings we face +now--this very instant." + +The picture flashed behind my own eyes--of the walled city, its +thronging people, its groves and gardens, its science and its art; of +the Destroying Shapes trampling it flat--and then the dreadful, desolate +mount. + +And suddenly I saw that mount as Earth--the city as Earth's cities--its +gardens and groves as Earth's fields and forests--and the vanished +people of Cherkis seemed to expand into all humanity. + +"But Martin," I stammered, fighting against choking, intolerable terror, +"there was something else. Something of the Keeper of the Cones and of +our striking through the sun to destroy the Things--something of them +being governed by the same laws that govern us and that if they broke +them they must fall. A hope--a PROMISE, that they would NOT conquer." + +"I remember," he replied, "but not clearly. There WAS something--a +shadow upon them, a menace. It was a shadow that seemed to be born of +our own world--some threatening spirit of earth hovering over them. + +"I cannot remember; it eludes me. Yet it is because I remember but a +little of it that I say those drums may not be--taps--for us." + + +As though his words had been a cue, the sounds again burst forth--no +longer muffled nor faint. They roared; they seemed to pelt through air +and drop upon us; they beat about our ears with thunderous tattoo like +covered caverns drummed upon by Titans with trunks of great trees. + +The drumming did not die; it grew louder, more vehement; defiant and +deafening. Within the Thing under us a mighty pulse began to throb, +accelerating rapidly to the rhythm of that clamorous roll. + +I saw Norhala draw herself up, sharply; stand listening and alert. Under +me, the throbbing turned to an uneasy churning, a ferment. + +"Drums?" muttered Drake. "THEY'RE no drums. It's drum fire. It's like a +dozen Marnes, a dozen Verduns. But where could batteries like those come +from?" + +"Drums," whispered Ventnor. "They ARE drums. The drums of Destiny!" + +Louder the roaring grew. Now it was a tremendous rhythmic cannonading. +The Thing halted. The tower that upheld Ruth and Norhala swayed, bent +over the gap between us, touched the top on which we rode. + +Gently the two were plucked up; swiftly they were set beside us. + +Came a shrill, keen wailing--louder than ever I had heard before. There +was an earthquake trembling; a maelstrom swirling in which we spun; a +swift sinking. + +The Thing split in two. Up before us rose a stupendous, stepped pyramid; +little smaller it was than that which Cheops built to throw its shadows +across holy Nile. Into it streamed, over it clicked, score upon score of +cubes, building it higher and higher. It lurched forward--away from us. + +From Norhala came a single cry--resonant, blaring like a wrathful, +golden trumpet. + +The speeding shape halted, hesitated; it seemed about to return. Crashed +down upon us an abrupt crescendo of the distant drumming; peremptory, +commanding. The shape darted forward; raced away crushing to straw the +trees beneath it in a full quarter-mile-wide swath. + +Great gray eyes wide, filled with incredulous wonder, stunned disbelief, +Norhala for an instant faltered. Then out of her white throat, through +her red lips pelted a tempest of staccato buglings. + +Under them what was left of the Thing leaped, tore on. Norhala's flaming +hair crackled and streamed; about her body of milk and pearl--about +Ruth's creamy skin--a radiant nimbus began to glow. + +In the distance I saw a sapphire spark; knew it for Norhala's home. Not +far from it now was the rushing pyramid--and it came to me that within +that shape was strangely neither globe nor pyramid. Nor except for +the trembling cubes that made the platform on which we stood, did the +shrunken Thing carrying us hold any unit of the Metal Monster except its +spheres and tetrahedrons--at least within its visible bulk. + +The sapphire spark had grown to a glimmering azure marble. Steadily we +gained upon the pyramid. Never for an instant ceased that scourging hail +of notes from Norhala--never for an instant lessened the drumming clamor +that seemed to try to smother them. + +The sapphire marble became a sapphire ball, a great globe. I saw the +Thing we sought to join lift itself into a prodigious pillar; the +pillar's base thrust forth stilts; upon them the Thing stepped over the +blue dome of Norhala's house. + +The blue bubble was close; now it curved below us. Gently we were lifted +down; were set before its portal. I looked up at the bulk that had +carried us. + +I had been right--built it was only of globe and pyramid; an +inconceivably grotesque shape, it hung over us. + +Throughout the towering Shape was awful movement; its units writhed +within it. Then it was lost to sight in the mists through which the +Thing we had pursued had gone. + +In Norhala's face as she watched it go was a dismay, a poignant +uncertainty, that held in it something indescribably pitiful. + +"I am afraid!" I heard her whisper. + +She tightened her grasp upon dreaming Ruth; motioned us to go within. +We passed, silently; behind us she came, followed by three of the great +globes, by a pair of her tetrahedrons. + +Beside a pile of the silken stuffs she halted. The girl's eyes dwelt +upon hers trustingly. + +"I am afraid!" whispered Norhala again. "Afraid--for you!" + +Tenderly she looked down upon her, the galaxies of stars in her eyes +soft and tremulous. + +"I am afraid, little sister," she whispered for the third time. "Not yet +can you go as I do--among the fires." She hesitated. "Rest here until I +return. I shall leave these to guard you and obey you." + +She motioned to the five shapes. They ranged themselves about Ruth. +Norhala kissed her upon both brown eyes. + +"Sleep till I return," she murmured. + +She swept from the chamber--with never a glance for us three. I heard a +little wailing chorus without, fast dying into silence. + +Spheres and pyramids twinkled at us, guarding the silken pile whereon +Ruth lay asleep--like some enchanted princess. + +Beat down upon the blue globe like hollow metal worlds, beaten and +shrieking. + +The drums of Destiny! + +The drums of Doom! + +Beating taps for the world of men? + + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII. THE FRENZY OF RUTH + +For many minutes we stood silent, in the shadowy chamber, listening, +each absorbed in his own thoughts. The thunderous drumming was +continuous; sometimes it faded into a background for clattering storms +as of thousands of machine guns, thousands of riveters at work at once +upon a thousand metal frameworks; sometimes it was nearly submerged +beneath splitting crashes as of meeting meteors of hollow steel. + +But always the drumming persisted, rhythmic, thunderous. Through it +all Ruth slept, undisturbed, cheek pillowed in one rounded arm, the two +great pyramids erect behind her, watchful; a globe at her feet, a globe +at her head, the third sphere poised between her and us, and, like the +pyramids--watchful. + +What was happening out there--over the edge of the canyon, beyond the +portal of the cliffs, behind the veils, in the Pit of the Metal Monster? +What was the message of the roaring drums? What the rede of their +clamorous runes? + +Ventnor stepped by the sentinel globe, bent over the tranced girl. +Sphere nor pointed pair stirred; only they watched him--like a palpable +thing one felt their watchfulness. He listened to her heart, caught up +a wrist, took note of her pulse of life. He drew a deep breath, stood +upright, nodded reassuringly. + +Abruptly Drake turned, walked out through the open portal, his strain +and a very deep anxiety written plainly in deep lines that ran from +nostrils to firm young mouth. + +"Just went out to look for the pony," he muttered when he returned. +"It's safe. I was afraid it had been stepped on. It's getting dusk. +There's a big light down the canyon--over in the valley." + +Ventnor drew back past the globe; rejoined us. + +The blue bower trembled under a gust of sound. Ruth stirred; her brows +knitted; her hands clenched. The sphere that stood before her spun on +its axis, swept up to the globe at her head, glided from it to the globe +at her feet--as though whispering. Ruth moaned--her body bent upright, +swayed rigidly. Her eyes opened; they stared through us as though upon +some dreadful vision; and strangely was it as though she were seeing +with another's eyes, were reflecting another's sufferings. + +The globes at her feet and at her head swirled out, clustering against +the third sphere--three weird shapes in silent consultation. On +Ventnor's face I saw pity--and a vast relief. With shocked amaze I +realized that Ruth's agony--for in agony she clearly was--was calling +forth in him elation. He spoke--and I knew why. + +"Norhala!" he whispered. "She is seeing with Norhala's eyes--feeling +what Norhala feels. It's not going well with--That--out there. If we +dared leave Ruth--could only, see--" + +Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out--a golden bugling that might have +been Norhala's own wrathful trumpet notes. Instantly the two pyramids +flamed open, became two gleaming stars that bathed her in violet +radiance. Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals +glitter--menacingly. + +The girl glared at us--more brilliant grew the glittering ovals as +though their lightnings trembled on their lips. + +"Ruth!" called Ventnor softly. + +A shadow softened the intolerable, hard brilliancy of the brown eyes. In +them something struggled to arise, fighting its way to the surface like +some drowning human thing. + +It sank back--upon her face dropped a cloud of heartbreak, appalling +woe; the despair of a soul that, having withdrawn all faith in its +own kind to rest all faith, as it thought, on angels--sees that faith +betrayed. + +There stared upon us a stripped spirit, naked and hopeless and terrible. + +Despairing, raging, she screamed once more. The central globe swam to +her; it raised her upon its back; glided to the doorway. Upon it she +stood poised like some youthful, anguished Victory--a Victory who faced +and knew she faced destroying defeat; poised upon that enigmatic orb +on bare slender feet, one sweet breast bare, hands upraised, virginally +archaic, nothing about her of the Ruth we knew. + +"Ruth!" cried Drake; despair as great as that upon her face was in his +voice. He sprang before the globe that held her; barred its way. + +For an instant the Thing paused--and in that instant the human soul of +the girl rushed back. + +"No!" she cried. "No!" + +A weird call issued from the white lips--stumbling, uncertain, as though +she who sent it forth herself wondered whence it sprang. Abruptly the +angry stars closed. The three globes spun--doubting, puzzled! Again she +called--now a tremulous, halting cadence. She was lifted; dropped gently +to her feet. + +For an instant the globes and pyramids whirled and danced before +her--then sped away through the portal. + +Ruth swayed, sobbing. Then as though drawn, she ran to the doorway, +fled through it. As one we sprang after her. Rods ahead her white +body flashed, speeding toward the Pit. Like fleet-footed Atalanta she +fled--and far, far behind us was the blue bower, the misty barrier of +the veils close, when Drake with a last desperate burst reached her +side, gripped her. Down the two fell, rolling upon the smooth roadway. +Silently she fought, biting, tearing at Drake, struggling to escape. + +"Quick!" gasped Ventnor, stretching out to me an arm. "Cut off the +sleeve. Quick!" + +Unquestioningly, I drew my knife, ripped the garment at the shoulder. He +snatched the sleeve, knelt at Ruth's head; rapidly he crumpled an end, +thrust it roughly into her mouth; tied it fast, gagging her. + +"Hold her!" he ordered Drake; and with a sob of relief sprang up. The +girl's eyes blazed at him, filled with hate. + +"Cut that other sleeve," he said; and when I had done so, he knelt +again, pinned Ruth down with a knee at her throat, turned her over and +knotted her hands behind her. She ceased struggling; gently now he drew +up the curly head; swung her upon her back. + +"Hold her feet." He nodded to Drake, who caught the slender bare ankles +in his hands. + + +She lay there, helpless, being unable to use her hands or feet. + +"Too little Ruth, and too much Norhala," said Ventnor, looking up at me. +"If she'd only thought to cry out! She could have brought a regiment of +those Things down to blast us. And would--if she HAD thought. You don't +think THAT is Ruth, do you?" + +He pointed to the pallid face glaring at him, the eyes from which cold +fires flamed. + +"No, you don't!" He caught Drake by the shoulder, sent him spinning a +dozen feet away. "Damn it, Drake--don't you understand!" + +For suddenly Ruth's eyes softened; she had turned them on Dick +pitifully, appealingly--and he had loosed her ankles, had leaned forward +as though to draw away the band that covered her lips. + +"Your gun," whispered Ventnor to me; before I had moved he had snatched +the automatic from my holster; had covered Drake with it. + +"Drake," he said, "stand where you are. If you take another step toward +this girl I'll shoot you--by God, I will!" + +Drake halted, shocked amazement in his face; I myself felt resentful, +wondering at his outburst. + +"But it's hurting her," he muttered, Ruth's eyes, soft and pleading, +still dwelt upon him. + +"Hurting her!" exclaimed Ventnor. "Man--she's my sister! I know what I'm +doing. Can't you see? Can't you see how little of Ruth is in that body +there--how little of the girl you love? How or why I don't know--but +that it is so I DO know. Drake--have you forgotten how Norhala beguiled +Cherkis? I want my sister back. I'm helping her to get back. Now let be. +I know what I'm doing. Look at her!" + +We looked. In the face that glared up at Ventnor was nothing of +Ruth--even as he had said. There was the same cold, awesome wrath that +had rested upon Norhala's as she watched Cherkis weep over the eating up +of his city. Swiftly came a change--like the sudden smoothing out of the +rushing waves of a hill-locked, wind-lashed lake. + +The face was again Ruth's face--and Ruth's alone; the eyes were Ruth's +eyes--supplicating, adjuring. + +"Ruth!" Ventnor cried. "While you can hear--am I not right?" + +She nodded vigorously, sternly; she was lost, hidden once more. + +"You see." He turned to us grimly. + +A shattering shaft of light flashed upon the veils; almost pierced them. +An avalanche of sound passed high above us. Yet now I noted that where +we stood the clamor was lessened, muffled. Of course, it came to me, it +was the veils. + +I wondered why--for whatever the quality of the radiant mists, their +purpose certainly had to do with concentration of the magnetic flux. The +deadening of the noise must be accidental, could have nothing to do with +their actual use; for sound is an air vibration solely. No--it must be a +secondary effect. The Metal Monster was as heedless of clamor as it was +of heat or cold-- + +"We've got to see," Ventnor broke the chain of thought. "We've got to +get through and see what's happening. Win or lose--we've got to KNOW." + +"Cut off your sleeve, as I did," he motioned to Drake. "Tie her ankles. +We'll carry her." + +Quickly it was done. Ruth's light body swinging between brother and +lover, we moved forward into the mists; we crept cautiously through +their dead silences. + +Passed out and fell back into them from a searing chaos of light, +chaotic tumult. + +From the slackened grip of Ventnor and Drake the body of Ruth dropped +while we three stood blinded, deafened, fighting for recovery. Ruth +twisted, rolled toward the brink; Ventnor threw himself upon her, held +her fast. + + +Dragging her, crawling on our knees, we crept forward; we stopped when +the thinning of the mists permitted us to see through them yet still +interposed a curtaining which, though tenuous, dimmed the intolerable +brilliancy that filled the Pit, muffled its din to a degree we could +bear. + +I peered through them--and nerve and muscle were locked in the grip of +a paralyzing awe. I felt then as one would feel set close to warring +regiments of stars, made witness to the death-throes of a universe, or +swept through space and held above the whirling coils of Andromeda's +nebula to watch its birth agonies of nascent suns. + +These are no figures of speech, no hyperboles--speck as our whole +planet would be in Andromeda's vast loom, pinprick as was the Pit to +the cyclone craters of our own sun, within the cliff-cupped walls of the +valley was a tangible, struggling living force akin to that which +dwells within the nebula and the star; a cosmic spirit transcending all +dimensions and thrusting its confines out into the infinite; a sentient +emanation of the infinite itself. + +Nor was its voice less unearthly. It used the shell of the earth valley +for its trumpetings, its clangors--but as one hears in the murmurings +of the fluted conch the great voice of ocean, its whispering and +its roarings, so here in the clamorous shell of the Pit echoed the +tremendous voices of that illimitable sea which laps the shores of the +countless suns. + +I looked upon a mighty whirlpool miles and miles wide. It whirled with +surges whose racing crests were smiting incandescences; it was threaded +with a spindrift of lightnings; it was trodden by dervish mists of +molten flame thrust through with forests of lances of living light. It +cast a cadent spray high to the heavens. + +Over it the heavens glittered as though they were a shield held by +fearful gods. Through the maelstrom staggered a mountainous bulk; a +gleaming leviathan of pale blue metal caught in the swirling tide of +some incredible volcano; a huge ark of metal breasting a deluge of +flame. + +And the drumming we heard as of hollow beaten metal worlds, the shouting +tempests of cannonading stars, was the breaking of these incandescent +crests, the falling of the lightning spindrift, the rhythmic impact of +the lanced rays upon the glimmering mountain that reeled and trembled as +they struck it. + +The reeling mountain, the struggling leviathan, was--the City! + +It was the mass of the Metal Monster itself, guarded by, stormed by, +its own legions that though separate from it were still as much of it as +were the cells that formed the skin of its walls, its carapace. + +It was the Metal Monster tearing, rending, fighting for, battling +against--itself. + +Mile high as when I had first beheld it was the inexplicable body that +held the great heart of the cones into which had been drawn the magnetic +cataracts from our sun; that held too the smaller hearts of the lesser +cones, the workshops, the birth chamber and manifold other mysteries +unguessed and unseen. By a full fourth had its base been shrunken. + +Ranged in double line along the side turned toward us were hundreds of +dread forms--Shapes that in their intensity bore down upon, oppressed +with a nightmare weight, the consciousness. + +Rectangular, upon their outlines no spike of pyramid, no curve of globe +showing, uncompromisingly ponderous, they upthrust. Upon the tops of the +first rank were enormous masses, sledge shaped--like those metal fists +that had battered down the walls of Cherkis's city but to them as the +human hand is to the paw of the dinosaur. + +Conceive this--conceive these Shapes as animate and flexible; beating +down with the prodigious mallets, smashing from side to side as though +the tremendous pillars that held them were thousand jointed upright +pistons; that as closely as I can present it in images of things we know +is the picture of the Hammering Things. + + +Behind them stood a second row, high as they and as angular. From them +extended scores of girdered arms. These were thickly studded with the +flaming cruciform shapes, the opened cubes gleaming with their angry +flares of reds and smoky yellows. From the tentacles of many swung +immense shields like those which ringed the hall of the great cones. + +And as the sledges beat, ever over their bent heads poured from the +crosses a flood of crimson lightnings. Out of the concave depths of +the shields whipped lashes of blinding flame. With ropes of fire +they knouted the Things the sledges struck, the sullen crimson levins +blasted. + +Now I could see the Shapes that attacked. Grotesque; spined and tusked, +spiked and antlered, wenned and breasted; as chimerically angled, cusped +and cornute as though they were the superangled, supercornute gods of +the cusped and angled gods of the Javanese, they strove against the +sledge-headed and smiting, the multiarmed and blasting square towers. + +High as them, as huge as they, incomparably fantastic, in dozens of +shifting forms they battled. + +More than a mile from the stumbling City stood ranged like sharpshooters +a host of solid, bristling-legged towers. Upon their tops spun gigantic +wheels. Out of the centers of these wheels shot the radiant lances, +hosts of spears of intensest violet light. The radiance they volleyed +was not continuous; it was broken, so that the javelin rays shot out in +rhythmic flights, each flying fast upon the shafts of the others. + +It was their impact that sent forth the thunderous drumming. They struck +and splintered against the walls, dropping from them in great gouts of +molten flame. It was as though before they broke they pierced the wall, +the Monster's side, bled fire. + +With the crashing of broadsides of massed batteries the sledges smashed +down upon the bristling attackers. Under the awful impact globes and +pyramids were shattered into hundreds of fragments, rocket bursts of +blue and azure and violet flame, flames rainbowed and irised. + +The hammer ends split, flew apart, were scattered, were falling showers +of sulphurous yellow and scarlet meteors. But ever other cubes swarmed +out and repaired the broken smiting tips. And always where a tusked and +cornute shape had been battered down, disintegrated, another arose +as huge and as formidable pouring forth upon the squared tower its +lightnings, tearing at it with colossal spiked and hooked claws, beating +it with incredible spiked and globular fists that were like the clenched +hands of some metal Atlas. + +As the striving Shapes swayed and wrestled, gave way or thrust forward, +staggered or fell, the bulk of the Monster stumbled and swayed, advanced +and retreated--an unearthly motion wedded to an amorphous immensity that +flooded the watching consciousness with a deathly nausea. + +Unceasingly the hail of radiant lances poured from the spinning wheels, +falling upon Towered Shapes and City's wall alike. There arose a +prodigious wailing, an unearthly thin screaming. About the bases of the +defenders flashed blinding bursts of incandescence--like those which had +heralded the flight of the Flying Thing dropping before Norhala's house. + +Unlike them they held no dazzling sapphire brilliancies; they were +ochreous, suffused with raging vermilion. Nevertheless they were factors +of that same inexplicable action--for from thousands of gushing lights +leaped thousands of gigantic square pillars; unimaginable projectiles +hurled from the flaming mouths of earth-hidden, titanic mortars. + +They soared high, swerved and swooped upon the lance-throwers. Beneath +their onslaught those chimerae tottered, I saw living projectiles and +living target fuse where they met--melt and weld in jets of lightnings. + +But not all. There were those that tore great gaps in the horned +giants--wounds that instantly were healed with globes and pyramids +seething out from the Cyclopean trunk. Ever the incredible projectiles +flashed and flew as though from some inexhaustible store; ever uprose +that prodigious barrage against the smiting rays. + +Now to check them soared from the ranks of the besiegers clouds of +countless horned dragons, immense cylinders of clustered cubes studded +with the clinging tetrahedrons. They struck the cubed projectiles head +on; aimed themselves to meet them. + +Bristling dragon and hurtling pillar stuck and fused or burst with +intolerable blazing. They fell--cube and sphere and pyramid--some half +opened, some fully, in a rain of disks, of stars, huge flaming crosses; +a storm of unimaginable pyrotechnics. + +Now I became conscious that within the City--within the body of the +Metal Monster--there raged a strife colossal as this without. From it +came a vast volcanic roaring. Up from its top shot tortured flames, +cascades and fountains of frenzied Things that looped and struggled, +writhed over its edge, hurled themselves back; battling chimerae which +against the glittering heavens traced luminous symbols of agony. + +Shrilled a stronger wailing. Up from behind the ray hurling Towers shot +hosts of globes. Thousands of palely azure, metal moons they soared; +warrior moons charging in meteor rush and streaming with fluttering +battle pennons of violet flame. High they flew; they curved over the +mile high back of the Monster; they dropped upon it. + +Arose to meet them immense columns of the cubes; battered against +the spheres; swept them over and down into the depths. Hundreds fell, +broken--but thousands held their place. I saw them twine about the +pillars--writhing columns of interlaced cubes and globes straining +like monstrous serpents while all along their coils the open disks and +crosses smote with the scimitars of their lightnings. + +In the wall of the City appeared a shining crack; from top to bottom it +ran; it widened into a rift from which a flood of radiance gushed. Out +of this rift poured a thousand-foot-high torrent of horned globes. + +Only for an instant they flowed. The rift closed upon them, catching +those still emerging in a colossal vise. It CRUNCHED them. Plain through +the turmoil came a dreadful--bursting roar. + +Down from the closing jaws of the vise dripped a stream of fragments +that flashed and flickered--and died. And now in the wall was no trace +of the breach. + +A hurricane of radiant lances swept it. Under them a mile wide section +of the living scarp split away; dropped like an avalanche. Its fall +revealed great spaces, huge vaults and chambers filled with warring +lightnings--out from them came roaring, bellowing thunders. Swiftly from +each side of the gap a metal curtaining of the cubes joined. Again the +wall was whole. + +I turned my stunned gaze from the City--swept over the valley. +Everywhere, in towers, in writhing coils, in whipping flails, in waves +that smote and crashed, in countless forms and combinations the Metal +Hordes battled. Here were pillars against which metal billows rushed +and were broken; there were metal comets that crashed high above the mad +turmoil. + +From streaming silent veil to veil--north and south, east and west the +Monster slew itself beneath its racing, flaming banners, the tempests of +its lightnings. + +The tortured hulk of the City lurched; it swept toward us. Before it +blotted out from our eyes the Pit I saw that the crystal spans upon the +river of jade were gone; that the wondrous jeweled ribbons of its banks +were broken. + +Closer came the reeling City. + +I fumbled for my lenses, focussed them upon it. Now I saw that where +the radiant lances struck they--killed the blocks blackened under them, +became lustreless; the sparkling of the tiny eyes--went out; the metal +carapaces crumbled. + +Closer to the City--came the Monster; shuddering I lowered the glasses +that it might not seem so near. + +Down dropped the bristling Shapes that wrestled with the squared Towers. +They rose again in a single monstrous wave that rushed to overwhelm +them. Before they could strike the City swept closer; had hidden them +from me. + +Again I raised the glasses. They brought the metal scarp not fifty feet +away--within it the hosts of tiny eyes glittered, no longer mocking nor +malicious, but insane. + +Nearer drew the Monster--nearer. + +A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed to draw itself +together. Then like the roar of a falling world that whole side facing +us slid down to the valley's floor. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIX. THE PASSING OF NORHALA + +Hundreds of feet through must have been the fallen mass--within it who +knows what chambers filled with mysteries? Yes, thousands of feet thick +it must have been, for the debris of it splintered and lashed to the +very edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with the dimming +fragments of the bodies that had formed it. + +We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces. There came another +avalanche roaring--before us opened the crater of the cones. + +Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed about the base +of that one slender, coroneted and star pointing spire, rising serene +and unshaken from a hell of lightnings. But the shields that had rimmed +the crater were gone. + +Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled and held them long to +his eyes. + +He thrust them back to me. "Look!" + +Through the lenses the great hall leaped into full view apparently only +a few yards away. It was a cauldron of chameleon flame. It seethed with +the Hordes battling over the remaining walls and floor. But around the +crystal base of the cones was an open zone into which none broke. + +In that wide ring, girdling the shimmering fantasy like a circled +sanctuary, were but three forms. One was the wondrous Disk of jeweled +fires I have called the Metal Emperor; the second was the sullen fired +cruciform of the Keeper. + +The third was Norhala! + +She stood at the side of that weird master of hers--or was it after all +the servant? Between them and the Keeper's planes gleamed the gigantic +T-shaped tablet of countless rods which controlled the activities of the +cones; that had controlled the shifting of the vanished shields; that +manipulated too, perhaps, the energies of whatever similar but smaller +cornute ganglia were scattered throughout the City and one of which we +had beheld when the Emperor's guards had blasted Ventnor. + +Close was Norhala in the lenses--so close that almost, it seemed, I +could reach out and touch her. The flaming hair streamed and billowed +above her glorious head like a banner of molten floss of coppery gold; +her face was a mask of wrath and despair; her great eyes blazed upon the +Keeper; her exquisite body was bare, stripped of every shred of silken +covering. + +From streaming tresses to white feet an oval of pulsing, golden light +nimbused her. Maiden Isis, virgin Astarte she stood there, held in the +grip of the Disk--like a goddess betrayed and hopeless yet thirsting for +vengeance. + +For all their stillness, their immobility, it came to me that Emperor +and Keeper were at grapple, locked in death grip; the realization was as +definite as though, like Ruth, I thought with Norhala's mind, saw with +her eyes. + +Clearly too it came to me that in this contest between the two was +epitomized all the vast conflict that raged around them; that in it was +fast ripening that fruit of destiny of which Ventnor had spoken, and +that here in the Hall of the Cones would be settled--and soon--the fate +not only of Disk and Cross, but it might be of humanity. + +But with what unknown powers was that duel being fought? They cast no +lightnings, they battled with no visible weapons. Only the great planes +of the inverted cruciform Shape smoked and smoldered with their sullen +flares of ochres and of scarlets; while over all the face of the +Disk its cold and irised fires raced and shone, beating with a rhythm +incredibly rapid; its core of incandescent ruby blazed, its sapphire +ovals were cabochoned pools of living, lucent radiance. + +There was a splitting roar that arose above all the clamor, deafening +us even in the shelter of the silent veils. On each side of the crater +whole masses of the City dropped away. Fleetingly I was aware of scores +of smaller pits in which uprose lesser replicas of the Coned Mount, +lesser reservoirs of the Monster's force. + +Neither the Emperor nor the Keeper moved, both seemingly indifferent to +the catastrophe fast developing around them. + +Now I strained forward to the very thinnest edge of the curtainings. +For between the Disk and Cross began to form fine black mist. It was +transparent. It seemed spun of minute translucent ebon corpuscles. It +hung like a black shroud suspended by unseen hands. It shook and wavered +now toward the Disk, now toward the Cross. + +I sensed a keying up of force within the two; knew that each was +striving to cast like a net that hanging mist upon the other. + +Abruptly the Emperor flashed forth, blindingly. As though caught upon a +blast, the black shroud flew toward the Keeper--enveloped it. And as the +mist covered and clung I saw the sulphurous and crimson flares dim. They +were snuffed out. + +The Keeper fell! + + +Upon Norhala's face flamed a wild triumph, banishing despair. The +outstretched planes of the Cross swept up as though in torment. For an +instant its fires flared and licked through the clinging blackness; it +writhed half upright, threw itself forward, crashed down prostrate upon +the enigmatic tablet which only its tentacles could manipulate. + +From Norhala's face the triumph fled. On its heels rushed stark, +incredulous horror. + +The Mount of Cones shuddered. From it came a single mighty throb of +force--like a prodigious heart-beat. Under that pulse of power the +Emperor staggered, spun--and spinning, swept Norhala from her feet, +swung her close to its flashing rose. + +A second throb pulsed from the cones, and mightier. + +A spasm shook the Disk--a paroxysm. + +Its fires faded; they flared out again, bathing the floating, unearthly +figure of Norhala with their iridescences. + +I saw her body writhe--as though it shared the agony of the Shape that +held her. Her head twisted; the great eyes, pools of uncomprehending, +unbelieving horror, stared into mine. + +With a spasmodic, infinitely dreadful movement the Disk closed-- + +And closed upon her! + +Norhala was gone--was shut within it. Crushed to the pent fires of its +crystal heart. + +I heard a sobbing, agonized choking--knew it was I who sobbed. Against +me I felt Ruth's body strike, bend in convulsive arc, drop inert. + +The slender steeple of the cones drooped sending its faceted coronet +shattering to the floor. The Mount melted. Beneath the flooding radiance +sprawled Keeper and the great inert Globe that was the Goddess woman's +sepulcher. + +The crater filled with the pallid luminescence. Faster and ever faster +it poured down into the Pit. And from all the lesser craters of the +smaller cones swept silent cataracts of the same pale radiance. + +The City began to crumble--the Monster to fall. + +Like pent-up waters rushing through a broken dam the gleaming deluge +swept over the valley; gushing in steady torrents from the breaking +mass. Over the valley fell a vast silence. The lightnings ceased. The +Metal Hordes stood rigid, the shining flood lapping at their bases, +rising swiftly ever higher. + +Now from the sinking City swarmed multitudes of its weird luminaries. + +Out they trooped, swirling from every rent and gap--orbs scarlet and +sapphire, ruby orbs, orbs tuliped and irised--the jocund suns of the +birth chamber and side by side with them hosts of the frozen, pale gilt, +stiff rayed suns. + +Thousands upon thousands they marched forth and poised themselves +solemnly over all the Pit that now was a fast rising lake of yellow +froth of sun flame. + +They swept forth in squadrons, in companies, in regiments, those +mysterious orbs. They floated over all the valley; they separated and +swung motionless above it as though they were mysterious multiple souls +of fire brooding over the dying shell that had held them. + +Beneath, thrusting up from the lambent lake like grotesque towers of +some drowned fantastic metropolis, the great Shapes stood, black against +its glowing. + +What had been the City--that which had been the bulk of the Monster--was +now only a vast and shapeless hill from which streamed the silent +torrents of that released, unknown force which, concentrate and bound, +had been the cones. + +As though it was the Monster's shining life-blood it poured, raising +ever higher in its swift flooding the level radiant lake. + +Lower and lower sank the immense bulk; squattered and spread, ever +lowering--about its helpless, patient crouching something ineffably +piteous, something indescribably, COSMICALLY tragic. + +Abruptly the watching orbs shook under a hail of sparkling atoms +streaming down from the glittering sky; raining upon the lambent lake. +So thick they fell that now the brooding luminaries were dim aureoles +within them. + +From the Pit came a blinding, insupportable brilliancy. From every +rigid tower gleamed out jeweled fires; their clinging units opened into +blazing star and disk and cross. The City was a hill of living gems over +which flowed torrents of pale molten gold. + +The Pit blazed. + + +There followed an appalling tensity; a prodigious gathering of force; +a panic stirring concentration of energy. Thicker fell the clouds of +sparkling atoms--higher rose the yellow flood. + +Ventnor cried out. I could not hear him, but I read his purpose--and +so did Drake. Up on his broad shoulders he swung Ruth as though she had +been a child. Back through the throbbing veils we ran; passed out of +them. + +"Back!" shouted Ventnor. "Back as far as you can!" + +On we raced; we reached the gateway of the cliffs; we dashed on and +on--up the shining roadway toward the blue globe now a scant mile before +us; ran sobbing, panting--ran, we knew, for our lives. + +Out of the Pit came a sound--I cannot describe it! + +An unutterably desolate, dreadful wail of despair, it shuddered past us +like the groaning of a broken-hearted star--anguished and awesome. + +It died. There rushed upon us a sea of that incredible loneliness, that +longing for extinction that had assailed us in the haunted hollow where +first we had seen Norhala. But its billows were resistless, invincible. +Beneath them we fell; were torn by desire for swift death. + +Dimly, through fainting eyes, I saw a dazzling brilliancy fill the sky; +heard with dying ears a chaotic, blasting roar. A wave of air thicker +than water caught us up, hurled us hundreds of yards forward. It dropped +us; in its wake rushed another wave, withering, scorching. + +It raced over us. Scorching though it was, within its heat was +energizing, revivifying force; something that slew the deadly despair +and fed the fading fires of life. + +I staggered to my feet; looked back. The veils were gone. The precipice +walled gateway they had curtained was filled with a Plutonic glare as +though it opened into the incandescent heart of a volcano. + +Ventnor clutched my shoulder, spun me around. He pointed to the sapphire +house, started to run to it. Far ahead I saw Drake, the body of the girl +clasped to his breast. The heat became blasting, insupportable; my lungs +burned. + +Over the sky above the canyon streaked a serpentine chain of lightnings. +A sudden cyclonic gust swept the cleft, whirling us like leaves toward +the Pit. + +I threw myself upon my face, clutching at the smooth rock. A volley of +thunder burst--but not the thunder of the Metal Monster or its Hordes; +no, the bellowing of the levins of our own earth. + +And the wind was cold; it bathed the burning skin; laved the fevered +lungs. + +Again the sky was split by the lightnings. And roaring down from it in +solid sheets came the rain. + +From the Pit arose a hissing as though within it raged Babylonian +Tiamat, Mother of Chaos, serpent dweller in the void; Midgard-snake of +the ancient Norse holding in her coils the world. + +Buffeted by wind, beaten down by rain, clinging to each other like +drowning men, Ventnor and I pushed on to the elfin globe. The light was +dying fast. By it we saw Drake pass within the portal with his burden. +The light became embers; it went out; blackness clasped us. Guided by +the lightnings, we beat our way to the door; passed through it. + +In the electric glare we saw Drake bending over Ruth. In it I saw +a slide draw over the open portal through which shrieked the wind, +streamed the rain. + +As though its crystal panel was moved by unseen, gentle hands, the +portal closed; the tempest shut out. + +We dropped beside Ruth upon a pile of silken stuffs--awed, marveling, +trembling with pity and--thanksgiving. + +For we knew--each of us knew with an absolute definiteness as we +crouched there among the racing, dancing black and silver shadows with +which the lightnings filled the blue globe--that the Metal Monster was +dead. + +Slain by itself! + + + + +CHAPTER XXX. BURNED OUT + +Ruth sighed and stirred. By the glare of the lightnings, now almost +continuous, we saw that her rigidity, and in fact all the puzzling +cataleptic symptoms, had disappeared. Her limbs relaxed, her skin +faintly flushed, she lay in deepest but natural slumber undisturbed by +the incessant cannonading of the thunder under which the walls of the +blue globe shuddered. Ventnor passed through the curtains of the central +hall; he returned with one of Norhala's cloaks; covered the girl with +it. + +An overwhelming sleepiness took possession of me, a weariness ineffable. +Nerve and brain and muscle suddenly relaxed, went slack and numb. +Without a struggle I surrendered to an overpowering stupor and cradled +deep in its heart ceased consciously to be. + + +When my eyes unclosed the chamber of the moonstone walls was filled +with a silvery, crepuscular light. I heard the murmuring and laughing of +running water, the play, I lazily realized, of the fountained pool. + +I lay for whole minutes unthinking, luxuriating in the sense of tension +gone and of security; lay steeped in the aftermath of complete rest. +Memory flooded me. + +Quietly I sat up; Ruth still slept, breathing peacefully beneath the +cloak, one white arm stretched over the shoulder of Drake--as though in +her sleep she had drawn close to him. + +At her feet lay Ventnor, as deep in slumber as they. I arose and +tip-toed over to the closed door. + +Searching, I found its key; a cupped indentation upon which I pressed. + +The crystalline panel slipped back; it was moved, I suppose, by some +mechanism of counterbalances responding to the weight of the hand. +It must have been some vibration of the thunder which had loosed that +mechanism and had closed the panel upon the heels of our entrance--so I +thought--then seeing again in memory that uncanny, deliberate shutting +was not at all convinced that it had been the thunder. + +I looked out. How many hours the sun had been up there was no means of +knowing. + +The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. I stepped out. + +The garden of Norhala was a wreckage of uprooted and splintered trees +and torn masses of what had been blossoming verdure. + +The gateway of the precipices beyond which lay the Pit was hidden in the +webs of the rain. Long I gazed down the canyon--and longingly; striving +to picture what the Pit now held; eager to read the riddles of the +night. + +There came from the valley no sound, no movement, no light. + +I reentered the blue globe and paused on the threshold--staring into +the wide and wondering eyes of Ruth bolt upright in her silken bed +with Norhala's cloak clutched to her chin like a suddenly awakened and +startled child. As she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand. Drake, +wide awake on the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping to his +pistol. + +"Dick!" called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet. + +He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless brown eyes in +which--with leaping heart I realized it--was throned only that spirit +which was Ruth's and Ruth's alone; Ruth's clear unshadowed eyes glad and +shy and soft with love. + +"Dick!" she whispered, and held soft arms out to him. The cloak fell +from her. He swung her up. Their lips met. + +Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor dwelt; they filled +with relief and joy, nor was there lacking in them a certain amusement. + +She drew from Drake's arms, pushed him from her, stood for a moment +shakily, with covered eyes. + +"Ruth," called Ventnor softly. + +"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, Martin--I forgot--" She ran to him, held him +tight, face hidden in his breast. His hand rested on the clustering +brown curls, tenderly. + +"Martin." She raised her face to him. "Martin, it's GONE! I'm--ME again! +All ME! What happened? Where's Norhala?" + +I started. Did she not know? Of course, lying bound as she had in the +vanished veils, she could have seen nothing of the stupendous tragedy +enacted beyond them--but had not Ventnor said that possessed by the +inexplicable obsession evoked by the weird woman Ruth had seen with her +eyes, thought with her mind? + +And had there not been evidence that in her body had been echoed the +torments of Norhala's? Had she forgotten? I started to speak--was +checked by Ventnor's swift, warning glance. + +"She's--over in the Pit," he answered her quietly. "But do you remember +nothing, little sister?" + +"There's something in my mind that's been rubbed out," she replied. +"I remember the City of Cherkis--and your torture, Martin--and my +torture--" + +Her face whitened; Ventnor's brow contracted anxiously. I knew for what +he watched--but Ruth's shamed face was all human; on it was no shadow +nor trace of that alien soul which so few hours since had threatened us. + +"Yes," she nodded, "I remember that. And I remember how Norhala +repaid them. I remember that I was glad, fiercely glad, and then I was +tired--so tired. And then--I come to the rubbed-out place," she ended +perplexedly. + +Deliberately, almost banally had I not realized his purpose, he changed +the subject. He held her from him at arm's length. + +"Ruth!" he exclaimed, half mockingly, half reprovingly. "Don't you think +your morning negligee is just a little scanty even for this Godforsaken +corner of the earth?" + +Lips parted in sheer astonishment, she looked at him. Then her eyes +dropped to her bare feet, her dimpled knees. She clasped her arms across +her breasts; rosy red turned all her fair skin. + +"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh!" And hid from Drake and me behind the tall figure +of her brother. + +I walked over to the pile of silken stuffs, took the cloak and tossed it +to her. Ventnor pointed to the saddlebags. + +"You've another outfit there, Ruth," he said. "We'll take a turn through +the place. Call us when you're ready. We'll get something to eat and go +see what's happening--out there." + +She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of the hall into the +chamber that had been Norhala's. There we halted, Drake eyeing Martin +with a certain embarrassment. The older man thrust out his hand to him. + +"I knew it, Drake," he said. "Ruth told me all about it when Cherkis had +us. And I'm very glad. It's time she was having a home of her own and +not running around the lost places with me. I'll miss her--miss her +damnably, of course. But I'm glad, boy--glad!" + +There was a little silence while each looked deep into each other's +hearts. Then Ventnor dropped Dick's hand. + +"And that's all of THAT," he said. "The problem before us is--how are we +going to get back home?" + +"The--THING--is dead." I spoke from an absolute conviction that +surprised me, based as it was upon no really tangible, known evidence. + +"I think so," he said. "No--I KNOW so. Yet even if we can pass over its +body, how can we climb out of its lair? That slide down which we rode +with Norhala is unclimbable. The walls are unscalable. And there is that +chasm--she--spanned for us. How can we cross THAT? The tunnel to the +ruins was sealed. There remains of possible roads the way through the +forest to what was the City of Cherkis. Frankly I am loathe to take it. + +"I am not at all sure that all the armored men were slain--that some few +may not have escaped and be lurking there. It would be short shrift for +us if we fell into their hands now." + +"And I'm not sure of THAT," objected Drake. "I think their pep and push +must be pretty thoroughly knocked out--if any do remain. I think if +they saw us coming they'd beat it so fast that they'd smoke with the +friction." + +"There's something to that," Ventnor smiled. "Still I'm not keen on +taking the chance. At any rate, the first thing to do is to see what +happened down there in the Pit. Maybe we'll have some other idea after +that." + +"I know what happened there," announced Drake, surprisingly. "It was a +short circuit!" + +We gaped at him, mystified. + +"Burned out!" said Drake. "Every damned one of them--burned out. What +were they, after all? A lot of living dynamos. Dynamotors--rather. +And all of a sudden they had too much juice turned on. Bang went their +insulations--whatever they were. + +"Bang went they. Burned out--short circuited. I don't pretend to know +why or how. Nonsense! I do know. The cones were some kind of immensely +concentrated force--electric, magnetic; either or both or more. I myself +believe that they were probably solid--in a way of speaking--coronium. + +"If about twenty of the greatest scientists the world has ever known +are right, coronium is--well, call it curdled energy. The electric +potentiality of Niagara in a pin point of dust of yellow fire. All +right--they or IT lost control. Every pin point swelled out into a +Niagara. And as it did so, it expanded from a controlled dust dot to +an uncontrolled cataract--in other words, its energy was unleashed and +undammed. + +"Very well--what followed? What HAD to follow? Every living battery of +block and globe and spike was supercharged and went--blooey. The valley +must have been some sweet little volcano while that short circuiting +was going on. All right--let's go down and see what it did to your +unclimbable slide and unscalable walls, Ventnor. I'm not sure we won't +be able to get out that way." + +"Come on; everything's ready," Ruth was calling; her summoning blocked +any objection we might have raised to Drake's argument. + +It was no dryad, no distressed pagan clad maid we saw as we passed back +into the room of the pool. In knickerbockers and short skirt, prim and +self-possessed, rebellious curls held severely in place by close-fitting +cap and slender feet stoutly shod, Ruth hovered over the steaming kettle +swung above the spirit lamp. + +And she was very silent as we hastily broke fast. Nor when we had +finished did she go to Drake. She clung close to her brother and beside +him as we set forth down the roadway, through the rain, toward the ledge +between the cliffs where the veils had shimmered. + +Hotter and hotter it grew as we advanced; the air steamed like a Turkish +bath. The mists clustered so thickly that at last we groped forward step +by step, holding to each other. + +"No use," gasped Ventnor. "We couldn't see. We'll have to turn back." + +"Burned out!" said Dick. "Didn't I tell you? The whole valley was a +volcano. And with that deluge falling in it--why wouldn't there be a +fog? It's why there IS a fog. We'll have to wait until it clears." + +We trudged back to the blue globe. + +All that day the rain fell. Throughout the few remaining hours of +daylight we wandered over the house of Norhala, examining its most +interesting contents, or sat theorizing, discussing all phases of the +phenomena we had witnessed. + +We told Ruth what had occurred after she had thrown in her lot with +Norhala; and of the enigmatic struggle between the glorious Disk and the +sullenly flaming Thing I have called the Keeper. + +We told her of the entombment of Norhala. + +When she heard that she wept. + +"She was sweet," she sobbed; "she was lovely. And she was beautiful. +Dearly she loved me. I KNOW she loved me. Oh, I know that we and ours +and that which was hers could not share the world together. But it comes +to me that Earth would have been far less poisonous with those that were +Norhala's than it is with us and ours!" + +Weeping, she passed through the curtainings, going we knew to Norhala's +chamber. + +It was a strange thing indeed that she had said, I thought, watching her +go. That the garden of the world would be far less poisonous blossoming +with those Things of wedded crystal and metal and magnetic fires +than fertile as now with us of flesh and blood and bone. To me came +appreciations of their harmonies, and mingled with those perceptions +were others of humanity--disharmonious, incoordinate, ever struggling, +ever striving to destroy itself-- + +There was a plaintive whinnying at the open door. A long and hairy face, +a pair of patient, inquiring eyes looked in. It was a pony. For a moment +it regarded us--and then trotted trustfully through; ambled up to us; +poked its head against my side. + +It had been ridden by one of the Persians whom Ruth had killed, for +under it, slipped from the girths, a saddle dangled. And its owner must +have been kind to it--we knew that from its lack of fear for us. Driven +by the tempest of the night before, it had been led back by instinct to +the protection of man. + +"Some luck!" breathed Drake. + +He busied himself with the pony, stripping away the hanging saddle, +grooming it. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXI. SLAG! + +That night we slept well. Awakening, we found that the storm had grown +violent again; the wind roaring and the rain falling in such volume +that it was impossible to make our way to the Pit. Twice, as a matter of +fact, we tried; but the smooth roadway was a torrent, and, drenched even +through our oils to the skin, we at last abandoned the attempt. Ruth and +Drake drifted away together among the other chambers of the globe; they +were absorbed in themselves, and we did not thrust ourselves upon them. +All the day the torrents fell. + +We sat down that night to what was well-nigh the last of Ventnor's +stores. Seemingly Ruth had forgotten Norhala; at least, she spoke no +more of her. + +"Martin," she said, "can't we start back tomorrow? I want to get away. I +want to get back to our own world." + +"As soon as the storm ceases, Ruth," he answered, "we start. Little +sister--I too want you to get back quickly." + +The next morning the storm had gone. We awakened soon after dawn into +clear and brilliant light. We had a silent and hurried breakfast. The +saddlebags were packed and strapped upon the pony. Within them were what +we could carry of souvenirs from Norhala's home--a suit of lacquered +armor, a pair of cloaks and sandals, the jeweled combs. Ruth and Drake +at the side of the pony, Ventnor and I leading, we set forth toward the +Pit. + +"We'll probably have to come back, Walter," he said. "I don't believe +the place is passable." + +I pointed--we were then just over the threshold of the elfin globe. +Where the veils had stretched between the perpendicular pillars of the +cliffs was now a wide and ragged-edged opening. + +The roadway which had run so smoothly through the scarps was blocked +by a thousand foot barrier. Over it, beyond it, I could see through the +crystalline clarity of the air the opposing walls. + +"We can climb it," Ventnor said. We passed on and reached the base +of the barrier. An avalanche had dropped there; the barricade was the +debris of the torn cliffs, their dust, their pebbles, their boulders. We +toiled up; we reached the crest; we looked down upon the valley. + +When first we had seen it we had gazed upon a sea of radiance pierced +with lanced forests, swept with gigantic gonfalons of flame; we had seen +it emptied of its fiery mists--a vast slate covered with the chirography +of a mathematical god; we had seen it filled with the symboling of the +Metal Hordes and dominated by the colossal integrate hieroglyph of the +living City; we had seen it as a radiant lake over which brooded weird +suns; a lake of yellow flame froth upon which a sparkling hail fell, +within which reared islanded towers and a drowning mount running with +cataracts of sun fires; here we had watched a goddess woman, a being +half of earth, half of the unknown immured within a living tomb--a +dying tomb--of flaming mysteries; had seen a cross-shaped metal Satan, a +sullen flaming crystal Judas betray--itself. + +Where we had peered into the unfathomable, had glimpsed the infinite, +had heard and had seen the inexplicable, now was-- + +Slag! + +The amethystine ring from which had been streamed the circling veils was +cracked and blackened; like a seam of coal it had stretched around the +Pit--a crown of mourning. The veils were gone. The floor of the valley +was fissured and blackened; its patterns, its writings burned away. As +far as we could see stretched a sea of slag--coal black, vitrified and +dead. + +Here and there black hillocks sprawled; huge pillars arose, bent and +twisted as though they had been jettings of lava cooled into rigidity +before they could sink back or break. These shapes clustered most +thickly around an immense calcified mound. They were what were left of +the battling Hordes, and the mound was what had been the Metal Monster. + +Somewhere there were the ashes of Norhala, sealed by fire in the urn of +the Metal Emperor! + +From side to side of the Pit, in broken beaches and waves and hummocks, +in blackened, distorted tusks and warped towerings, reaching with +hideous pathos in thousands of forms toward the charred mound, was only +slag. + +From rifts and hollows still filled with water little wreaths of steam +drifted. In those futile wraiths of vapor was all that remained of the +might of the Metal Monster. + +Catastrophe I had expected, tragedy I knew we would find--but I had +looked for nothing so filled with the abomination of desolation, so +frightful as was this. + +"Burned out!" muttered Drake. "Short-circuited and burned out! Like a +dynamo--like an electric light!" + +"Destiny!" said Ventnor. "Destiny! Not yet was the hour struck for man +to relinquish his sovereignty over the world. Destiny!" + +We began to pick our way down the heaped debris and out upon the plain. +For all that day and part of another we searched for an opening out of +the Pit. + +Everywhere was the incredible calcification. The surfaces that had +been the smooth metallic carapaces with the tiny eyes deep within them, +crumbled beneath the lightest blow. Not long would it be until under +wind and rain they dissolved into dust and mud. + +And it grew increasingly obvious that Drake's theory of the destruction +was correct. The Monster had been one prodigious magnet--or, rather, a +prodigious dynamo. By magnetism, by electricity, it had lived and had +been activated. + +Whatever the force of which the cones were built and that I have likened +to energy-made material, it was certainly akin to electromagnetic +energies. + +When, in the cataclysm, that force was diffused there had been created +a magnetic field of incredible intensity; had been concentrated an +electric charge of inconceivable magnitude. + +Discharging, it had blasted the Monster--short-circuited it, and burned +it out. + +But what was it that had led up to the cataclysm? What was it that had +turned the Metal Monster upon itself? What disharmony had crept into +that supernal order to set in motion the machinery of disintegration? + + +We could only conjecture. The cruciform Shape I have named the Keeper +was the agent of destruction--of that there could be no doubt. In the +enigmatic organism which while many still was one and which, retaining +its integrity as a whole could dissociate manifold parts yet still as a +whole maintain an unseen contact and direction over them through miles +of space, the Keeper had its place, its work, its duties. + +So too had that wondrous Disk whose visible and concentrate power, whose +manifest leadership, had made us name it emperor. + +And had not Norhala called the Disk--Ruler? + +What were the responsibilities of these twain to the mass of the +organism of which they were such important units? What were the laws +they administered, the laws they must obey? + +Something certainly of that mysterious law which Maeterlinck has called +the spirit of the Hive--and something infinitely greater, like that +which governs the swarming sun bees of Hercules' clustered orbs. + +Had there evolved within the Keeper of the Cones--guardian and engineer +as it seemed to have been--ambition? + +Had there risen within it a determination to wrest power from the Disk, +to take its place as Ruler? + +How else explain that conflict I had sensed when the Emperor had plucked +Drake and me from the Keeper's grip that night following the orgy of the +feeding? + +How else explain that duel in the shattered Hall of the Cones whose end +had been the signal for the final cataclysm? + +How else explain the alinement of the cubes behind the Keeper against +the globes and pyramids remaining loyal to the will of the Disk? + +We discussed this, Ventnor and I. + +"This world," he mused, "is a place of struggle. Air and sea and land +and all things that dwell within and on them must battle for life. Earth +not Mars is the planet of war. I have a theory"--he hesitated--"that the +magnetic currents which are the nerve force of this globe of ours were +what fed the Metal Things. + +"Within those currents is the spirit of earth. And always they have been +supercharged with strife, with hatreds, warfare. Were these drawn in by +the Things as they fed? Did it happen that the Keeper became--TUNED--to +them? That it absorbed and responded to them, growing even more +sensitive to these forces--until it reflected humanity?" + +"Who knows, Goodwin--who can tell?" + +Enigma, unless the explanations I have hazarded be accepted, must remain +that monstrous suicide. Enigma, save for inconclusive theories, must +remain the question of the Monster's origin. + +If answers there were, they were lost forever in the slag we trod. + + +It was afternoon of the second day that we found a rift in the blasted +wall of the valley. We decided to try it. We had not dared to take the +road by which Norhala had led us into the City. + +The giant slide was broken and climbable. But even if we could have +passed safely through the tunnel of the abyss there still was left the +chasm over which we could have thrown no bridge. And if we could have +bridged it still at that road's end was the cliff whose shaft Norhala +had sealed with her lightnings. + +So we entered the rift. + +Of our wanderings thereafter I need not write. From the rift we emerged +into a maze of the valleys, and after a month in that wilderness, living +upon what game we could shoot, we found a road that led us into Gyantse. + +In another six weeks we were home in America. + +My story is finished. + +There in the Trans-Himalayan wilderness is the blue globe that was the +weird home of the lightning witch--and looking back I feel now she could +not have been all woman. + +There is the vast pit with its coronet of fantastic peaks; its +symboled, calcined floor and the crumbling body of the inexplicable, +the incredible Thing which, alive, was the shadow of extinction, +annihilation, hovering to hurl itself upon humanity. That shadow is +gone; that pall withdrawn. + +But to me--to each of us four who saw those phenomena--their lesson +remains, ineradicable; giving a new strength and purpose to us, teaching +us a new humility. + +For in that vast crucible of life of which we are so small a part, what +other Shapes may even now be rising to submerge us? + +In that vast reservoir of force that is the mystery-filled infinite +through which we roll, what other shadows may be speeding upon us? + +Who knows? + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Metal Monster, by A. 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He had explained that he was still too shaken, +too depressed, to be able to recall experiences that must +inevitably carry with them freshened memories of those +whom he loved so well and from whom, he felt, he was +separated in all probability forever. + +I had understood that he had gone to some remote part +of Asia to pursue certain botanical studies, and it was therefore +with the liveliest surprise and interest that I received +a summons from the President of the Association to meet +Dr. Goodwin at a designated place and hour. + +Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had +formed a mental image of their writer. I had read, too, +those volumes of botanical research which have set him +high above all other American scientists in this field, gleaning +from their curious mingling of extremely technical observations +and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic +descriptions, hints to amplify my picture of him. It gratified +me to find I had drawn a pretty good one. + +The man to whom the President of the Association introduced +me was sturdy, well-knit, a little under average height. +He had a broad but rather low forehead that reminded me +somewhat of the late electrical wizard Steinmetz. Under +level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel, kindly, shrewd, +a little wistful, lightly humorous; the eyes both of a doer +and a dreamer. + +Not more than forty I judged him to be. A close-trimmed, +pointed beard did not hide the firm chin and the clean-cut +mouth. His hair was thick and black and oddly sprinkled +with white; small streaks and dots of gleaming silver that +shone with a curiously metallic luster. + +His right arm was closely bound to his breast. His manner +as he greeted me was tinged with shyness. He extended +his left hand in greeting, and as I clasped the fingers I was +struck by their peculiar, pronounced, yet pleasant warmth; +a sensation, indeed, curiously electric. + +The Association's President forced him gently back into +his chair. + +"Dr. Goodwin," he said, turning to me, "is not entirely +recovered as yet from certain consequences of his adventures. +He will explain to you later what these are. In the +meantime, Mr. Merritt, will you read this?" + +I took the sheets he handed me, and as I read them felt +the gaze of Dr. Goodwin full upon me, searching, weighing, +estimating. When I raised my eyes from the letter I found +in his a new expression. The shyness was gone; they were +filled with complete friendliness. Evidently I had passed +muster. + +"You will accept, sir?" It was the president's gravely +courteous tone. + +"Accept!" I exclaimed. "Why, of course, I accept. It is +not only one of the greatest honors, but to me one of the +greatest delights to act as a collaborator with Dr. Goodwin." + +The president smiled. + +"In that case, sir, there is no need for me to remain +longer," he said. "Dr. Goodwin has with him his manuscript +as far as he has progressed with it. I will leave you +two alone for your discussion." + +He bowed to us and, picking up his old-fashioned bell-crowned +silk hat and his quaint, heavy cane of ebony, withdrew. +Dr. Goodwin turned to me. + +"I will start," he said, after a little pause, "from when I +met Richard Drake on the field of blue poppies that are +like a great prayer-rug at the gray feet of the nameless +mountain." + +The sun sank, the shadows fell, the lights of the city +sparkled out, for hours New York roared about me unheeded +while I listened to the tale of that utterly weird, +stupendous drama of an unknown life, of unknown creatures, +unknown forces, and of unconquerable human heroism +played among the hidden gorges of unknown Asia. + +It was dawn when I left him for my own home. Nor was +it for many hours after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript +down and sought sleep--and found a troubled sleep. + +A. MERRITT + + + + +CHAPTER I + +VALLEY OF THE +BLUE POPPIES + +In this great crucible of life we call the world--in the +vaster one we call the universe--the mysteries lie close +packed, uncountable as grains of sand on ocean's shores. +They thread gigantic, the star-flung spaces; they creep, +atomic, beneath the microscope's peering eye. They walk +beside us, unseen and unheard, calling out to us, asking +why we are deaf to their crying, blind to their wonder. + +Sometimes the veils drop from a man's eyes, and he sees +--and speaks of his vision. Then those who have not seen +pass him by with the lifted brows of disbelief, or they +mock him, or if his vision has been great enough they +fall upon and destroy him. + +For the greater the mystery, the more bitterly is its +verity assailed; upon what seem the lesser a man may give +testimony and at least gain for himself a hearing. + +There is reason for this. Life is a ferment, and upon and +about it, shifting and changing, adding to or taking away, +beat over legions of forces, seen and unseen, known and +unknown. And man, an atom in the ferment, clings desperately +to what to him seems stable; nor greets with joy +him who hazards that what he grips may be but a broken +staff, and, so saying, fails to hold forth a sturdier one. + +Earth is a ship, plowing her way through uncharted +oceans of space wherein are strange currents, hidden +shoals and reefs, and where blow the unknown winds of +Cosmos. + +If to the voyagers, painfully plotting their course, comes +one who cries that their charts must be remade, nor can +tell WHY they must be--that man is not welcome--no! + +Therefore it is that men have grown chary of giving testimony +upon mysteries. Yet knowing each in his own heart +the truth of that vision he has himself beheld, lo, it is +that in whose reality he most believes. + +The spot where I had encamped was of a singular +beauty; so beautiful that it caught the throat and set an +ache within the breast--until from it a tranquillity distilled +that was like healing mist. + +Since early March I had been wandering. It was now +mid-July. And for the first time since my pilgrimage had +begun I drank--not of forgetfulness, for that could never +be--but of anodyne for a sorrow which had held fast +upon me since my return from the Carolines a year before. + +No need to dwell here upon that--it has been written. +Nor shall I recite the reasons for my restlessness--for +these are known to those who have read that history of +mine. Nor is there cause to set forth at length the steps +by which I had arrived at this vale of peace. + +Sufficient is to tell that in New York one night, reading +over what is perhaps the most sensational of my books-- +"The Poppies and Primulas of Southern Tibet," the result +of my travels of 1910-1911, I determined to return to that +quiet, forbidden land. There, if anywhere, might I find +something akin to forgetting. + +There was a certain flower which I long had wished to +study in its mutations from the singular forms appearing +on the southern slopes of the Elburz--Persia's mountainous +chain that extends from Azerbaijan in the west to +Khorasan in the east; from thence I would follow its +modified types in the Hindu-Kush ranges and its migrations +along the southern scarps of the Trans-Himalayas-- +the unexplored upheaval, higher than the Himalayas themselves, +more deeply cut with precipice and gorge, which Sven Hedin +had touched and named on his journey to Lhasa. + +Having accomplished this, I planned to push across the +passes to the Manasarowar Lakes, where, legend has it, +the strange, luminous purple lotuses grow. + +An ambitious project, undeniably fraught with danger; +but it is written that desperate diseases require desperate +remedies, and until inspiration or message how to rejoin +those whom I had loved so dearly came to me, nothing +less, I felt, could dull my heartache. + +And, frankly, feeling that no such inspiration or message +could come, I did not much care as to the end. + +In Teheran I had picked up a most unusual servant; yes, +more than this, a companion and counselor and interpreter +as well. + +He was a Chinese; his name Chiu-Ming. His first thirty +years had been spent at the great Lamasery of Palkhor-Choinde +at Gyantse, west of Lhasa. Why he had gone +from there, how he had come to Teheran, I never asked. +It was most fortunate that he had gone, and that I had +found him. He recommended himself to me as the best +cook within ten thousand miles of Pekin. + +For almost three months we had journeyed; Chiu-Ming +and I and the two ponies that carried my impedimenta. + +We had traversed mountain roads which had echoed to +the marching feet of the hosts of Darius, to the hordes of +the Satraps. The highways of the Achaemenids--yes, and +which before them had trembled to the tramplings of the +myriads of the godlike Dravidian conquerors. + +We had slipped over ancient Iranian trails; over paths +which the warriors of conquering Alexander had traversed; +dust of bones of Macedons, of Greeks, of Romans, beat +about us; ashes of the flaming ambitions of the Sassanidae +whimpered beneath our feet--the feet of an American +botanist, a Chinaman, two Tibetan ponies. We had crept +through clefts whose walls had sent back the howlings of +the Ephthalites, the White Huns who had sapped the +strength of these same proud Sassanids until at last both +fell before the Turks. + +Over the highways and byways of Persia's glory, Persia's +shame and Persia's death we four--two men, two beasts +--had passed. For a fortnight we had met no human soul, +seen no sign of human habitation. + +Game had been plentiful--green things Chiu-Ming +might lack for his cooking, but meat never. About us was +a welter of mighty summits. We were, I knew, somewhere +within the blending of the Hindu-Kush with the Trans-Himalayas. + +That morning we had come out of a ragged defile into +this valley of enchantment, and here, though it had been +so early, I had pitched my tent, determining to go no +farther till the morrow. + +It was a Phocean vale; a gigantic cup filled with tranquillity. +A spirit brooded over it, serene, majestic, immutable--like +the untroubled calm which rests, the Burmese believe, over +every place which has guarded the Buddha, sleeping. + +At its eastern end towered the colossal scarp of the +unnamed peak through one of whose gorges we had crept. +On his head was a cap of silver set with pale emeralds--the +snow fields and glaciers that crowned him. Far to the west +another gray and ochreous giant reared its bulk, closing the +vale. North and south, the horizon was a chaotic sky land +of pinnacles, spired and minareted, steepled and turreted +and domed, each diademed with its green and argent of +eternal ice and snow. + +And all the valley was carpeted with the blue poppies +in wide, unbroken fields, luminous as the morning skies of +mid-June; they rippled mile after mile over the path we +had followed, over the still untrodden path which we must +take. They nodded, they leaned toward each other, they +seemed to whisper--then to lift their heads and look up +like crowding swarms of little azure fays, half impudently, +wholly trustfully, into the faces of the jeweled giants +standing guard over them. And when the little breeze +walked upon them it was as though they bent beneath the +soft tread and were brushed by the sweeping skirts of +unseen, hastening Presences. + +Like a vast prayer-rug, sapphire and silken, the poppies +stretched to the gray feet of the mountain. Between their +southern edge and the clustering summits a row of faded +brown, low hills knelt--like brown-robed, withered and +weary old men, backs bent, faces hidden between outstretched +arms, palms to the earth and brows touching +earth within them--in the East's immemorial attitude of +worship. + +I half expected them to rise--and as I watched a man +appeared on one of the bowed, rocky shoulders, abruptly, +with the ever-startling suddenness which in the strange +light of these latitudes objects spring into vision. As he +stood scanning my camp there arose beside him a laden +pony, and at its head a Tibetan peasant. The first figure +waved its hand; came striding down the hill. + +As he approached I took stock of him. A young giant, +three good inches over six feet, a vigorous head with unruly +clustering black hair; a clean-cut, clean-shaven American face. + +"I'm Dick Drake," he said, holding out his hand. "Richard +Keen Drake, recently with Uncle's engineers in France." + +"My name is Goodwin." I took his hand, shook it +warmly. "Dr. Walter T. Goodwin." + +"Goodwin the botanist--? Then I know you!" he exclaimed. +"Know all about you, that is. My father admired +your work greatly. You knew him--Professor Alvin +Drake." + +I nodded. So he was Alvin Drake's son. Alvin, I knew, +had died about a year before I had started on this journey. +But what was his son doing in this wilderness? + +"Wondering where I came from?" he answered my unspoken +question. "Short story. War ended. Felt an irresistible +desire for something different. Couldn't think of +anything more different from Tibet--always wanted to go +there anyway. Went. Decided to strike over toward Turkestan. +And here I am." + +I felt at once a strong liking for this young giant. No +doubt, subconsciously, I had been feeling the need of +companionship with my own kind. I even wondered, as I +led the way into my little camp, whether he would care to +join fortunes with me in my journeyings. + +His father's work I knew well, and although this stalwart +lad was unlike what one would have expected Alvin +Drake--a trifle dried, precise, wholly abstracted with his +experiments--to beget, still, I reflected, heredity like the +Lord sometimes works in mysterious ways its wonders to +perform. + +It was almost with awe that he listened to me instruct +Chiu-Ming as to just how I wanted supper prepared, and +his gaze dwelt fondly upon the Chinese busy among his +pots and pans. + +We talked a little, desultorily, as the meal was prepared +--fragments of traveler's news and gossip, as is the +habit of journeyers who come upon each other in the silent +places. Ever the speculation grew in his face as he made +away with Chiu-Ming's artful concoctions. + +Drake sighed, drawing out his pipe. + +"A cook, a marvel of a cook. Where did you get him?" + +Briefly I told him. + +Then a silence fell upon us. Suddenly the sun dipped +down behind the flank of the stone giant guarding the +valley's western gate; the whole vale swiftly darkened--a +flood of crystal-clear shadows poured within it. It was the +prelude to that miracle of unearthly beauty seen nowhere +else on this earth--the sunset of Tibet. + +We turned expectant eyes to the west. A little, cool +breeze raced down from the watching steeps like a messenger, +whispered to the nodding poppies, sighed and was +gone. The poppies were still. High overhead a homing kite +whistled, mellowly. + +As if it were a signal there sprang out in the pale azure +of the western sky row upon row of cirrus cloudlets, rank +upon rank of them, thrusting their heads into the path of +the setting sun. They changed from mottled silver into +faint rose, deepened to crimson. + +"The dragons of the sky drink the blood of the sunset," +said Chiu-Ming. + +As though a gigantic globe of crystal had dropped upon +the heavens, their blue turned swiftly to a clear and glowing +amber--then as abruptly shifted to a luminous violet +A soft green light pulsed through the valley. + +Under it, like hills ensorcelled, the rocky walls about it +seemed to flatten. They glowed and all at once pressed +forward like gigantic slices of palest emerald jade, translucent, +illumined, as though by a circlet of little suns shining +behind them. + +The light faded, robes of deepest amethyst dropped +around the mountain's mighty shoulders. And then from +every snow and glacier-crowned peak, from minaret and +pinnacle and towering turret, leaped forth a confusion of +soft peacock flames, a host of irised prismatic gleamings, +an ordered chaos of rainbows. + +Great and small, interlacing and shifting, they ringed +the valley with an incredible glory--as if some god of +light itself had touched the eternal rocks and bidden radiant +souls stand forth. + +Through the darkening sky swept a rosy pencil of living +light; that utterly strange, pure beam whose coming never +fails to clutch the throat of the beholder with the hand of +ecstasy, the ray which the Tibetans name the Ting-Pa. +For a moment this rosy finger pointed to the east, then +arched itself, divided slowly into six shining, rosy bands; +began to creep downward toward the eastern horizon where +a nebulous, pulsing splendor arose to meet it. + +And as we watched I heard a gasp from Drake. And it +was echoed by my own. + +For the six beams were swaying, moving with ever +swifter motion from side to side in ever-widening sweep, +as though the hidden orb from which they sprang were +swaying like a pendulum. + +Faster and faster the six high-flung beams swayed--and +then broke--broke as though a gigantic, unseen hand had +reached up and snapped them! + +An instant the severed ends ribboned aimlessly, then +bent, turned down and darted earthward into the welter of +clustered summits at the north and swiftly were gone, +while down upon the valley fell night. + +"Good God!" whispered Drake. "It was as though something +reached up, broke those rays and drew them down-- +like threads." + +"I saw it." I struggled with bewilderment. "I saw it. But +I never saw anything like it before," I ended, most inadequately. + +"It was PURPOSEFUL," he whispered. "It was DELIBERATE. +As though something reached up, juggled with the rays, +broke them, and drew them down like willow withes." + +"The devils that dwell here!" quavered Chiu-Ming. + +"Some magnetic phenomenon." I was half angry at myself +for my own touch of panic. "Light can be deflected +by passage through a magnetic field. Of course that's it. +Certainly." + +"I don't know." Drake's tone was doubtful indeed. "It +would take a whale of a magnetic field to have done THAT +--it's inconceivable." He harked back to his first idea. "It +was so--so DAMNED deliberate," he repeated. + +"Devils--" muttered the frightened Chinese. + +"What's that?" Drake gripped my arm and pointed to +the north. A deeper blackness had grown there while we +had been talking, a pool of darkness against which the +mountain summits stood out, blade-sharp edges faintly +luminous. + +A gigantic lance of misty green fire darted from the +blackness and thrust its point into the heart of the zenith; +following it, leaped into the sky a host of the sparkling +spears of light, and now the blackness was like an ebon +hand, brandishing a thousand javelins of tinseled flame. + +"The aurora," I said. + +"It ought to be a good one," mused Drake, gaze intent +upon it. "Did you notice the big sun spot?" + +I shook my head. + +"The biggest I ever saw. Noticed it first at dawn this +morning. Some little aurora lighter--that spot. I told you +--look at that!" he cried. + +The green lances had fallen back. The blackness gathered +itself together--then from it began to pulse billows of +radiance, spangled with infinite darting swarms of flashing +corpuscles like uncounted hosts of dancing fireflies. + +Higher the waves rolled--phosphorescent green and iridescent +violet, weird copperous yellows and metallic saffrons +and a shimmer of glittering ash of rose--then +wavered, split and formed into gigantic, sparkling, marching +curtains of splendor. + +A vast circle of light sprang out upon the folds of the +flickering, rushing curtains. Misty at first, its edges sharpened +until they rested upon the blazing glory of the northern +sky like a pale ring of cold flame. And about it the +aurora began to churn, to heap itself, to revolve. + +Toward the ring from every side raced the majestic +folds, drew themselves together, circled, seethed around it +like foam of fire about the lip of a cauldron, and poured +through the shining circle as though it were the mouth of +that fabled cavern where old Aeolus sits blowing forth +and breathing back the winds that sweep the earth. + +Yes--into the ring's mouth the aurora flew, cascading +in a columned stream to earth. Then swiftly, a mist swept +over all the heavens, veiled that incredible cataract. + +"Magnetism?" muttered Drake. "I guess NOT!" + +"It struck about where the Ting-Pa was broken and +seemed drawn down like the rays," I said. + +"Purposeful," Drake said. "And devilish. It hit on all +my nerves like a--like a metal claw. Purposeful and +deliberate. There was intelligence behind that." + +"Intelligence? Drake--what intelligence could break the +rays of the setting sun and suck down the aurora?" + +"I don't know," he answered. + +"Devils," croaked Chiu-Ming. "The devils that defied +Buddha--and have grown strong--" + +"Like a metal claw!" breathed Drake. + +Far to the west a sound came to us; first a whisper, +then a wild rushing, a prolonged wailing, a crackling. A +great light flashed through the mist, glowed about us and +faded. Again the wailing, the vast rushing, the retreating +whisper. + +Then silence and darkness dropped embraced upon the +valley of the blue poppies. + + + + + +CHAPTER II + +THE SIGIL +ON THE ROCKS + +Dawn came. Drake had slept well. But I, who had not +his youthful resiliency, lay for long, awake and uneasy. +I had hardly sunk into troubled slumber before dawn +awakened me. + +As we breakfasted, I approached directly that matter +which my growing liking for him was turning into strong +desire. + +"Drake," I asked. "Where are you going?" + +"With you," he laughed. "I'm foot loose and fancy free. +And I think you ought to have somebody with you to help +watch that cook. He might get away." + +The idea seemed to appall him. + +"Fine!" I exclaimed heartily, and thrust out my hand to +him. "I'm thinking of striking over the range soon to the +Manasarowar Lakes. There's a curious flora I'd like to +study." + +"Anywhere you say suits me," he answered. + +We clasped hands on our partnership and soon we were +on our way to the valley's western gate; our united caravans +stringing along behind us. Mile after mile we trudged +through the blue poppies, discussing the enigmas of the +twilight and of the night. + +In the light of day their breath of vague terror was +dissipated. There was no place for mystery nor dread +under this floor of brilliant sunshine. The smiling sapphire +floor rolled ever on before us. + +Whispering little playful breezes flew down the slopes +to gossip for a moment with the nodding flowers. Flocks +of rose finches raced chattering overhead to quarrel with +the tiny willow warblers, the chi-u-teb-tok, holding fief of +the drooping, graceful bowers bending down to the little +laughing stream that for the past hour had chuckled and +gurgled like a friendly water baby beside us. + +I had proven, almost to my own satisfaction, that what +we had beheld had been a creation of the extraordinary +atmospheric attributes of these highlands, an atmosphere +so unique as to make almost anything of the kind possible. +But Drake was not convinced. + +"I know," he said. "Of course I understand all that-- +superimposed layers of warmer air that might have bent +the ray; vortices in the higher levels that might have +produced just that effect of the captured aurora. I admit +it's all possible. I'll even admit it's all probable, but damn +me, Doc, if I BELIEVE it! I had too clearly the feeling of a +CONSCIOUS force, a something that KNEW exactly what it +was doing--and had a REASON for it." + +It was mid-afternoon. + +The spell of the valley upon us, we had gone leisurely. +The western mount was close, the mouth of the gorge +through which we must pass, now plain before us. It did +not seem as though we could reach it before dusk, and +Drake and I were reconciled to spending another night in +the peaceful vale. Plodding along, deep in thought, I was +startled by his exclamation. + +He was staring at a point some hundred yards to his +right. I followed his gaze. + +The towering cliffs were a scant half mile away. At some +distant time there had been an enormous fall of rock. +This, disintegrating, had formed a gently-curving breast +which sloped down to merge with the valley's floor. Willow +and witch alder, stunted birch and poplar had found +roothold, clothed it, until only their crowding outposts, +thrusting forward in a wavering semicircle, held back +seemingly by the blue hordes, showed where it melted into +the meadows. + +In the center of this breast, beginning half way up its +slopes and stretching down into the flowered fields was a +colossal imprint. + +Gray and brown, it stood out against the green and +blue of slope and level; a rectangle all of thirty feet wide, +two hundred long, the heel faintly curved and from its +hither end, like claws, four slender triangles radiating from +it like twenty-four points of a ten-rayed star. + +Irresistibly was it like a footprint--but what thing was +there whose tread could leave such a print as this? + +I ran up the slope--Drake already well in advance. I +paused at the base of the triangles where, were this thing +indeed a footprint, the spreading claws sprang from the +flat of it. + +The track was fresh. At its upper edges were clipped +bushes and split trees, the white wood of the latter showing +where they had been sliced as though by the stroke of a +scimitar. + +I stepped out upon the mark. It was as level as though +planed; bent down and stared in utter disbelief of what +my own eyes beheld. For stone and earth had been +crushed, compressed, into a smooth, microscopically +grained, adamantine complex, and in this matrix poppies +still bearing traces of their coloring were imbedded like +fossils. A cyclone can and does grip straws and thrust +them unbroken through an inch board--but what force +was there which could take the delicate petals of a flower +and set them like inlay within the surface of a stone? + +Into my mind came recollection of the wailings, the +crashings in the night, of the weird glow that had flashed +about us when the mist arose to hide the chained aurora. + +"It was what we heard," I said. "The sounds--it was +then that this was made." + +"The foot of Shin-je!" Chiu-Ming's voice was tremulous. +"The lord of Hell has trodden here!" + +I translated for Drake's benefit. + +"Has the lord of Hell but one foot?" asked Dick, politely. + +"He bestrides the mountains," said Chiu-Ming. "On the +far side is his other footprint. Shin-je it was who strode +the mountains and set here his foot." + +Again I interpreted. + +Drake cast a calculating glance up to the cliff top. + +"Two thousand feet, about," he mused. "Well, if Shin-je +is built in our proportions that makes it about right. The +length of this thing would give him just about a two +thousand foot leg. Yes--he could just about straddle that +hill." + +"You're surely not serious?" I asked in consternation. + +"What the hell!" he exclaimed, "am I crazy? This is +no foot mark. How could it be? Look at the mathematical +nicety with which these edges are stamped out--as though +by a die-- + +"That's what it reminds me of--a die. It's as if some +impossible power had been used to press it down. Like-- +like a giant seal of metal in a mountain's hand. A sigil-- +a seal--" + +"But why?" I asked. "What could be the purpose--" + +"Better ask where the devil such a force could be gotten +together and how it came here," he said. "Look--except +for this one place there isn't a mark anywhere. All the +bushes and the trees, all the poppies and the grass are just +as they ought to be. + +"How did whoever or whatever it was that made this, +get here and get away without leaving any trace but this? +Damned if I don't think Chiu-Ming's explanation puts +less strain upon the credulity than any I could offer." + +I peered about. It was so. Except for the mark, there was +no slightest sign of the unusual, the abnormal. + +But the mark was enough! + +"I'm for pushing up a notch or two and getting into the +gorge before dark," he was voicing my own thought. "I'm +willing to face anything human--but I'm not keen to be +pressed into a rock like a flower in a maiden's book of +poems." + Just at twilight we drew out of the valley into the pass. +We traveled a full mile along it before darkness forced us +to make camp. The gorge was narrow. The far walls but +a hundred feet away; but we had no quarrel with them +for their neighborliness, no! Their solidity, their immutability, +breathed confidence back into us. + +And after we had found a deep niche capable of holding +the entire caravan we filed within, ponies and all, I for one +perfectly willing thus to spend the night, let the air at +dawn be what it would. We dined within on bread and +tea, and then, tired to the bone, sought each his place upon +the rocky floor. I slept well, waking only once or twice +by Chiu-Ming's groanings; his dreams evidently were none +of the pleasantest. If there was an aurora I neither knew +nor cared. My slumber was dreamless. + + + + + +CHAPTER III + +RUTH +VENTNOR + +The dawn, streaming into the niche, awakened us. +A covey of partridges venturing too close yielded three to +our guns. We breakfasted well, and a little later were +pushing on down the cleft. + +Its descent, though gradual, was continuous, and therefore +I was not surprised when soon we began to come +upon evidences of semi-tropical vegetation. Giant rhododendrons +and tree ferns gave way to occasional clumps +of stately kopek and clumps of the hardier bamboos. We +added a few snow cocks to our larder--although they were +out of their habitat, flying down into the gorge from their +peaks and table-lands for some choice tidbit. + +All that day we marched on, and when at night we +made camp, sleep came to us quickly and overmastering. +An hour after dawn we were on our way. A brief stop we +made for lunch; pressed forward. + +It was close to two when we caught the first sight of the +ruins. + +The soaring, verdure-clad walls of the canyon had long +been steadily marching closer. Above, between their rims +the wide ribbon of sky was like a fantastically shored +river, shimmering, dazzling; every cove and headland +edged with an opalescent glimmering as of shining pearly +beaches. + +And as though we were sinking in that sky stream's +depths its light kept lessening, darkening imperceptibly +with luminous shadows of ghostly beryl, drifting veils of +pellucid aquamarine, limpid mists of glaucous chrysolite. + +Fainter, more crepuscular became the light, yet never +losing its crystalline quality. Now the high overhead river +was but a brook; became a thread. Abruptly it vanished. + +We passed into a tunnel, fern walled, fern roofed, garlanded +with tawny orchids, gay with carmine fungus and +golden moss. We stepped out into a blaze of sunlight. + +Before us lay a wide green bowl held in the hands of +the clustered hills; shallow, circular, as though, while +plastic still, the thumb of God had run round its rim, +shaping it. Around it the peaks crowded, craning their +lofty heads to peer within. + +It was about a mile in its diameter, this hollow, as my +gaze then measured it. It had three openings--one that +lay like a crack in the northeast slope; another, the tunnel +mouth through which we had come. The third lifted itself +out of the bowl, creeping up the precipitous bare scarp of +the western barrier straight to the north, clinging to the +ochreous rock up and up until it vanished around a far +distant shoulder. + +It was a wide and bulwarked road, a road that spoke as +clearly as though it had tongue of human hands which +had cut it there in the mountain's breast. An ancient road +weary beyond belief beneath the tread of uncounted years. + +From the hollow the blind soul of loneliness groped out +to greet us! + +Never had I felt such loneliness as that which lapped the +lip of the verdant bowl. It was tangible--as though it had +been poured from some reservoir of misery. A pool of +despair-- + + +Half the width of the valley away the ruins began. +Weirdly were they its visible expression. They huddled +in two bent rows to the bottom. They crouched in a wide +cluster against the cliffs. From the cluster a curving row +of them ran along the southern crest of the hollow. + +A flight of shattered, cyclopean steps lifted to a ledge +and here a crumbling fortress stood. + +Irresistibly did the ruins seem a colossal hag, flung +prone, lying listlessly, helplessly, against the barrier's base. +The huddled lower ranks were the legs, the cluster the +body, the upper row an outflung arm and above the neck +of the stairway the ancient fortress, rounded and with two +huge ragged apertures in its northern front was an aged, +bleached and withered head staring, watching. + +I looked at Drake--the spell of the bowl was heavy +upon him, his face drawn. The Chinaman and Tibetan +were murmuring, terror written large upon them. + +"A hell of a joint!" Drake turned to me, a shadow of a +grin lightening the distress on his face. "But I'd rather +chance it than go back. What d'you say?" + +I nodded, curiosity mastering my oppression. We stepped +over the rim, rifles on the alert. Close behind us crowded +the two servants and the ponies. + +The vale was shallow, as I have said. We trod the fragments +of an olden approach to the green tunnel so the +descent was not difficult. Here and there beside the path +upreared huge broken blocks. On them I thought I could +see faint tracings as of carvings--now a suggestion of +gaping, arrow-fanged dragon jaws, now the outline of a +scaled body, a hint of enormous, batlike wings. + +Now we had reached the first of the crumbling piles +that stretched down into the valley's center. + +Half fainting, I fell against Drake, clutching to him for +support. + +A stream of utter hopelessness was racing upon us, +swirling and eddying around us, reaching to our hearts +with ghostly fingers dripping with despair. From every +shattered heap it seemed to pour, rushing down the road +upon us like a torrent, engulfing us, submerging, drowning. + +Unseen it was--yet tangible as water; it sapped the life +from every nerve. Weariness filled me, a desire to drop +upon the stones, to be rolled away. To die. I felt Drake's +body quivering even as mine; knew that he was drawing +upon every reserve of strength. + +"Steady," he muttered. "Steady--" + +The Tibetan shrieked and fled, the ponies scrambling +after him. Dimly I remembered that mine carried precious +specimens; a surge of anger passed, beating back the anguish. +I heard a sob from Chiu-Ming, saw him drop. + +Drake stopped, drew him to his feet. We placed him +between us, thrust each an arm through his own. Then, +like swimmers, heads bent, we pushed on, buffeting that +inexplicable invisible flood. + +As the path rose, its force lessened, my vitality grew, +and the terrible desire to yield and be swept away waned. +Now we had reached the foot of the cyclopean stairs, now +we were half up them--and now as we struggled out upon +the ledge on which the watching fortress stood, the clutching +stream shoaled swiftly, the shoal became safe, dry +land and the cheated, unseen maelstrom swirled harmlessly +beneath us. + +We stood erect, gasping for breath, again like swimmers +who have fought their utmost and barely, so barely, won. + +There was an almost imperceptible movement at the +side of the ruined portal. + +Out darted a girl. A rifle dropped from her hands. +Straight she sped toward me. + +And as she ran I recognized her. + +Ruth Ventnor! + +The flying figure reached me, threw soft arms around +my neck, was weeping in relieved gladness on my shoulder. + +"Ruth!" I cried. "What on earth are YOU doing here?" + +"Walter!" she sobbed. "Walter Goodwin--Oh, thank +God! Thank God!" + +She drew herself from my arms, catching her breath; +laughed shakily. + +I took swift stock of her. Save for fear upon her, she +was the same Ruth I had known three years before; wide, +deep blue eyes that were now all seriousness, now sparkling +wells of mischief; petite, rounded and tender; the fairest +skin; an impudent little nose; shining clusters of intractable +curls; all human, sparkling and sweet. + +Drake coughed, insinuatingly. I introduced him. + +"I--I watched you struggling through that dreadful pit." +She shuddered. "I could not see who you were, did not +know whether friend or enemy--but oh, my heart almost +died in pity for you, Walter," she breathed. "What can it +be--THERE?" + +I shook my head. + +"Martin could not see you," she went on. "He was +watching the road that leads above. But I ran down--to +help." + +"Mart watching?" I asked. "Watching for what?" + +"I--" she hesitated oddly. "I think I'd rather tell you +before him. It's so strange--so incredible." + +She led us through the broken portal and into the fortress. +It was more gigantic even than I had thought. The +floor of the vast chamber we had entered was strewn with +fragments fallen from the crackling, stone-vaulted ceiling. +Through the breaks light streamed from the level above us. + +We picked our way among the debris to a wide crumbling +stairway, crept up it, Ruth flitting ahead. We came +out opposite one of the eye-like apertures. Black against +it, perched high upon a pile of blocks, I recognized the +long, lean outline of Ventnor, rifle in hand, gazing intently +up the ancient road whose windings were plain +through the opening. He had not heard us. + +"Martin," called Ruth softly. + +He turned. A shaft of light from a crevice in the gap's +edge struck his face, flashing it out from the semidarkness +of the corner in which he crouched. I looked into the +quiet gray eyes, upon the keen face. + +"Goodwin!" he shouted, tumbling down from his perch, +shaking me by the shoulders. "If I had been in the way of +praying--you're the man I'd have prayed for. How did you +get here?" + +"Just wandering, Mart," I answered. "But Lord! I'm +sure GLAD to see you." + +"Which way did you come?" he asked, keenly. I threw +my hand toward the south. + +"Not through that hollow?" he asked incredulously. + +"And some hell of a place to get through," Drake broke +in. "It cost us our ponies and all my ammunition." + +"Richard Drake," I said. "Son of old Alvin--you knew +him, Mart." + +"Knew him well," cried Ventnor, seizing Dick's hand. +"Wanted me to go to Kamchatka to get some confounded +sort of stuff for one of his devilish experiments. Is he +well?" + +"He's dead," replied Dick soberly. + +"Oh!" said Ventnor. "Oh--I'm sorry. He was a great +man." + +Briefly I acquainted him with my wanderings, my encounter +with Drake. + +"That place out there--" he considered us thoughtfully. +"Damned if I know what it is. Thought maybe it's gas-- +of a sort. If it hadn't been for it we'd have been out of this +hole two days ago. I'm pretty sure it must be gas. And it +must be much less than it was this morning, for then we +made an attempt to get through again--and couldn't." + +I was hardly listening. Ventnor had certainly advanced +a theory of our unusual symptoms that had not occurred +to me. That hollow might indeed be a pocket into which +a gas flowed; just as in the mines the deadly coal damp +collects in pits, flows like a stream along the passages. It +might be that--some odorless, colorless gas of unknown +qualities; and yet-- + +"Did you try respirators?" asked Dick. + +"Surely," said Ventnor. "First off the go. But they +weren't of any use. The gas, if it is gas, seems to operate +as well through the skin as through the nose and mouth. +We just couldn't make it--and that's all there is to it. But +if you made it--could we try it now, do you think?" he +asked eagerly. + +I felt myself go white. + +"Not--not for a little while," I stammered. + +He nodded, understandingly. + +"I see," he said. "Well, we'll wait a bit, then." + +"But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make +for the road up the mountain? What are you watching for, +anyway?" asked Drake. + +"Go to it, Ruth," Ventnor grinned. "Tell 'em. After all +--it was YOUR party you know." + +"Mart!" she cried, blushing. + +"Well--it wasn't ME they admired," he laughed. + +"Martin!" she cried again, and stamped her foot. + +"Shoot," he said. "I'm busy. I've got to watch." + +"Well"--Ruth's voice was uncertain--"we'd been hunting +up in Kashmir. Martin wanted to come over somewhere +here. So we crossed the passes. That was about a +month ago. The fourth day out we ran across what looked +like a road running south. + +"We thought we'd take it. It looked sort of old and lost +--but it was going the way we wanted to go. It took us +first into a country of little hills; then to the very base of +the great range itself; finally into the mountains--and then +it ran blank." + +"Bing!" interjected Ventnor, looking around for a moment. +"Bing--just like that. Slap dash against a prodigious +fall of rock. We couldn't get over it." + +"So we cast about to find another road," went on Ruth. +"All we could strike were--just strikes." + +"No fish on the end of 'em," said Ventnor. "God! But +I'm glad to see you, Walter Goodwin. Believe me, I am. +However--go on, Ruth." + +"At the end of the second week," she said, "we knew we +were lost. We were deep in the heart of the range. All +around us was a forest of enormous, snow-topped peaks. +The gorges, the canyons, the valleys that we tried led us +east and west, north and south. + +"It was a maze, and in it we seemed to be going ever +deeper. There was not the SLIGHTEST sign of human life. It +was as though no human beings except ourselves had +ever been there. Game was plentiful. We had no trouble +in getting food. And sooner or later, of course, we were +bound to find our way out. We didn't worry. + +"It was five nights ago that we camped at the head of a +lovely little valley. There was a mound that stood up like +a tiny watch-tower, looking down it. The trees grew round +like tall sentinels. + +"We built our fire in that mound; and after we had +eaten, Martin slept. I sat watching the beauty of the skies +and of the shadowy vale. I heard no one approach--but +something made me leap to my feet, look behind me. + +"A man was standing just within the glow of firelight, +watching me." + +"A Tibetan?" I asked. She shook her head, trouble in +her eyes. + +"Not at all." Ventnor turned his head. "Ruth screamed +and awakened me. I caught a glimpse of the fellow before +he vanished. + +"A short purple mantle hung from his shoulders. His +chest was covered with fine chain mail. His legs were +swathed and bound by the thongs of his high buskins. +He carried a small, round, hide-covered shield and a short +two-edged sword. His head was helmeted. He belonged, in +fact--oh, at least twenty centuries back." + +He laughed in plain enjoyment of our amazement. + +"Go on, Ruth," he said, and took up his watch. + +"But Martin did not see his face," she went on. "And +oh, but I wish I could forget it. It was as white as mine, +Walter, and cruel, so cruel; the eyes glowed and they +looked upon me like a--like a slave dealer. They shamed +me--I wanted to hide myself. + + "I cried out and Martin awakened. As he moved, the +man stepped out of the light and was gone. I think he had +not seen Martin; had believed that I was alone. + +"We put out the fire, moved farther into the shadow of +the trees. But I could not sleep--I sat hour after hour, +my pistol in my hand," she patted the automatic in her +belt, "my rifle close beside me. + +"The hours went by--dreadfully. At last I dozed. When +I awakened again it was dawn--and--and--" she covered +her eyes, then: "TWO men were looking down on me. One +was he who had stood in the firelight." + +"They were talking," interrupted Ventnor again, "in +archaic Persian." + +"Persian," I repeated blankly; "archaic Persian?" + +"Very much so," he nodded. "I've a fair knowledge of +the modern tongue, and a rather unusual command of +Arabic. The modern Persian, as you know, comes straight +through from the speech of Xerxes, of Cyrus, of Darius +whom Alexander of Macedon conquered. It has been +changed mainly by taking on a load of Arabic words. Well +--there wasn't a trace of the Arabic in the tongue they +were speaking. + +"It sounded odd, of course--but I could understand +quite easily. They were talking about Ruth. To be explicit, +they were discussing her with exceeding frankness--" + +"Martin!" she cried wrathfully. + +"Well, all right," he went on, half repentantly. "As a +matter of fact, I had seen the pair steal up. My rifle +was under my hand. So I lay there quietly, listening. + +"You can realize, Walter, that when I caught sight of +those two, looking as though they had materialized from +Darius's ghostly hordes, my scientific curiosity was +aroused--prodigiously. So in my interest I passed over the +matter of their speech; not alone because I thought Ruth +asleep but also because I took into consideration that the +mode of polite expression changes with the centuries-- +and these gentlemen clearly belonged at least twenty centuries +back--the real truth is I was consumed with curiosity. + +"They had got to a point where they were detailing with +what pleasure a certain mysterious person whom they +seemed to regard with much fear and respect would contemplate +her. I was wondering how long my desire to +observe--for to the anthropologist they were most fascinating +--could hold my hand back from my rifle when Ruth awakened. + +"She jumped up like a little fury. Fired a pistol point +blank at them. Their amazement was--well--ludicrous. I +know it seems incredible, but they seemed to know nothing +of firearms--they certainly acted as though they didn't. + +"They simply flew into the timber. I took a pistol shot +at one but missed. Ruth hadn't though; she had winged +her man; he left a red trail behind him. + +"We didn't follow the trail. We made for the opposite +direction--and as fast as possible. + +"Nothing happened that day or night. Next morning, +creeping up a slope, we caught sight of a suspicious glitter +a mile or two away in the direction we were going. We +sought shelter in a small ravine. In a little while, over +the hill and half a mile away from us, came about two +hundred of these fellows, marching along. + +"And they were indeed Darius's men. Men of that +Persia which had been dead for millenniums. There was +no mistaking them, with their high, covering shields, their +great bows, their javelins and armor. + +"They passed; we doubled. We built no fires that night +--and we ought to have turned the pony loose, but we +didn't. It carried my instruments, and ammunition, and I +felt we were going to need the latter. + +"The next morning we caught sight of another band-- +or the same. We turned again. We stole through a tree-covered +plain; we struck an ancient road. It led south, +into the peaks again. We followed it. It brought us here. + +"It isn't, as you observe, the most comfortable of places. +We struck across the hollow to the crevice--we knew +nothing of the entrance you came through. The hollow +was not pleasant, either. But it was penetrable, then. + +"We crossed. As we were about to enter the cleft there +issued out of it a most unusual and disconcerting chorus +of sounds--wailings, crashings, splinterings." + +I started, shot a look at Dick; absorbed, he was drinking +in Ventnor's every word. + +"So unusual, so--well, disconcerting is the best word I +can think of, that we were not encouraged to proceed. +Also the peculiar unpleasantness of the hollow was +increasing rapidly. + +"We made the best time we could back to the fortress. +And when next we tried to go through the hollow, to +search for another outlet--we couldn't. You know why," +he ended abruptly. + +"But men in ancient armor. Men like those of Darius." +Dick broke the silence that had followed this amazing +recital. "It's incredible!" + +"Yes," agreed Ventnor, "isn't it. But there they were. Of +course, I don't maintain that they WERE relics of Darius's +armies. They might have been of Xerxes before him--or of +Artaxerxes after him. But there they certainly were, Drake, +living, breathing replicas of exceedingly ancient Persians. + +"Why, they might have been the wall carvings on the +tomb of Khosroes come to life. I mention Darius because +he fits in with the most plausible hypothesis. When +Alexander the Great smashed his empire he did it rather +thoroughly. There wasn't much sympathy for the vanquished +in those days. And it's entirely conceivable that a +city or two in Alexander's way might have gathered up a +fleeting regiment or so for protection and have decided +not to wait for him, but to hunt for cover. + +"Naturally, they would have gone into the almost inaccessible +heart of the high ranges. There is nothing impossible +in the theory that they found shelter at last up +here. As long as history runs this has been a well-nigh +unknown land. Penetrating some mountain-guarded, easily +defended valley they might have decided to settle down +for a time, have rebuilt a city, raised a government; laying +low, in a sentence, waiting for the storm to blow over. + +"Why did they stay? Well, they might have found the +new life more pleasant than the old. And they might have +been locked in their valley by some accident--landslides, +rockfalls sealing up the entrance. There are a dozen +reasonable possibilities." + +"But those who hunted you weren't locked in," objected +Drake. + +"No," Ventnor grinned ruefully. "No, they certainly +weren't. Maybe we drifted into their preserves by a way +they don't know. Maybe they've found another way out. +I'm sure I don't know. But I DO know what I saw." + +"The noises, Martin," I said, for his description of these +had been the description of those we had heard in the +blue valley. "Have you heard them since?" + +"Yes," he answered, hesitating oddly. + +"And you think those--those soldiers you saw are still +hunting for you?" + +"Haven't a doubt of it," he replied more cheerfully. +"They didn't look like chaps who would give up a hunt +easily--at least not a hunt for such novel, interesting, and +therefore desirable and delectable game as we must have +appeared to them." + +"Martin," I said decisively, "where's your pony? We'll try +the hollow again, at once. There's Ruth--and we'd never +be able to hold back such numbers as you've described." + +"You feel strong enough to try it?" + + + + + +CHAPTER IV + +METAL WITH +A BRAIN + +The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the +tension, the anxiety which until now he had hidden so +well; and hot shame burned me for my shrinking, my +dread of again passing through that haunted vale. + +"I certainly DO." I was once more master of myself. +"Drake--don't you agree?" + +"Sure," he replied. "Sure. I'll look after Ruth--er--I +mean Miss Ventnor." + +The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded +abruptly; his face grew somber. + +"Wait," he said. "I carried away some--some exhibits +from the crevice of the noises, Goodwin." + +"What kind of exhibits?" I asked, eagerly. + +"Put 'em where they'd be safe," he continued. "I've an +idea they're far more curious than our armored men-- +and of far more importance. At any rate, we must take +them with us. + +"Go with Ruth, you and Drake, and look at them. And +bring them back with the pony. Then we'll make a start. A +few minutes more probably won't make much difference +--but hurry." + +He turned back to his watch. Ordering Chiu-Ming to +stay with him I followed Ruth and Drake down the +ruined stairway. At the bottom she came to me, laid little +hands on my shoulders. + +"Walter," she breathed, "I'm frightened. I'm so frightened +I'm afraid to tell even Mart. He doesn't like them, +either, these little things you're going to see. He likes +them so little that he's afraid to let me know how little he +does like them." + +"But what are they? What's to fear about them?" asked +Drake. + +"See what you think!" She led us slowly, almost +reluctantly toward the rear of the fortress. "They lay in a +little heap at the mouth of the cleft where we heard the +noises. Martin picked them up and dropped them in a sack +before we ran through the hollow. + +"They're grotesque and they're almost CUTE, and they +make me feel as though they were the tiniest tippy-tip of +the claw of some incredibly large cat just stealing around +the corner, a terrible cat, a cat as big as a mountain," +she ended breathlessly. + +We climbed through the crumbling masonry into a +central, open court. Here a clear spring bubbled up in a +ruined and choked stone basin; close to the ancient well +was their pony, contentedly browsing in the thick grass +that grew around it. From one of its hampers Ruth took +a large cloth bag. + +"To carry them," she said, and trembled. + +We passed through what had once been a great door +into another chamber larger than that we had just left; +and it was in better preservation, the ceiling unbroken, the +light dim after the blazing sun of the court. Near its center +she halted us. + +Before me ran a two-feet-wide ragged crack, splitting the +floor and dropping down into black depths. Beyond was an +expanse of smooth flagging, almost clear of debris. + +Drake gave a low whistle. I followed his pointing finger. +In the wall at the end whirled two enormous dragon +shapes, cut in low relief. Their gigantic wings, their +monstrous coils, covered the nearly unbroken surface, and +these CHIMERAE were the shapes upon the upthrust blocks +of the haunted roadway. + +In Ruth's gaze I read a nameless fear, a half shuddering +fascination. + +But she was not looking at the cavern dragons. + +Her gaze was fixed upon what at my first glance seemed +to be a raised and patterned circle in the dust-covered +floor. Not more than a foot in width, it shone wanly with +a pale, metallic bluish luster, as though, I thought, it +had been recently polished. Compared with the wall's +tremendous winged figures this floor design was trivial, +ludicrously insignificant. What could there be about it to +stamp that dread upon Ruth's face? + +I leaped the crevice; Dick joined me. Now I could see +that the ring was not continuous. Its broken circle was +made of sharply edged cubes about an inch in height, +separated from each other with mathematical exactness by +another inch of space. I counted them--there were nineteen. + +Almost touching them with their bases were an equal +number of pyramids, of tetrahedrons, as sharply angled +and of similar length. They lay on their sides with tips +pointing starlike to six spheres clustered like a conventionalized +five petaled primrose in the exact center. Five of +these spheres--the petals--were, I roughly calculated, +about an inch and a half in diameter, the ball they enclosed +larger by almost an inch. + +So orderly was their arrangement, so much like a geometrical +design nicely done by some clever child that I +hesitated to disturb it. I bent, and stiffened, the first touch +of dread upon me. + +For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was +a miniature replica of the giant track in the poppied valley! + +It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing +force, the same die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion +--and pointing toward the globes were the claw marks +of the four spreading star points. + +I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids. It +seemed to cling to the rock; it was with effort that I +wrenched it away. It gave to the touch a slight sensation +of warmth--how can I describe it?--a warmth that was +living. + +I weighed it in my hand. It was oddly heavy, twice +the weight, I should say, of platinum. I drew out a glass +and examined it. Decidedly the pyramid was metallic, but +of finest, almost silken texture--and I could not place it +among any of the known metals. It certainly was none +I had ever seen; yet it was as certainly metal. It was +striated--slender filaments radiating from tiny, dully lustrous +points within the polished surface. + +And suddenly I had the weird feeling that each of these +points was an eye, peering up at me, scrutinizing me. +There came a startled cry from Dick. + +"Look at the ring!" + +The ring was in motion! + +Faster the cubes moved; faster the circle revolved; the +pyramids raised themselves, stood bolt upright on their +square bases; the six rolling spheres touched them, joined +the spinning, and with sleight-of-hand suddenness the ring +drew together; its units coalesced, cubes and pyramids and +globes threading with a curious suggestion of ferment. + +With the same startling abruptness there stood erect, +where but a moment before they had seethed, a little +figure, grotesque; a weirdly humorous, a vaguely terrifying +foot-high shape, squared and angled and pointed and +ANIMATE--as though a child should build from nursery +blocks a fantastic shape which abruptly is filled with +throbbing life. + +A troll from the kindergarten! A kobold of the toys! + +Only for a second it stood, then began swiftly to change, +melting with quicksilver quickness from one outline into +another as square and triangle and spheres changed places. +Their shiftings were like the transformations one sees +within a kaleidoscope. And in each vanishing form was +the suggestion of unfamiliar harmonies, of a subtle, a +transcendental geometric art as though each swift shaping +were a symbol, a WORD-- + +Euclid's problems given volition! + +Geometry endowed with consciousness! + +It ceased. Then the cubes drew one upon the other until +they formed a pedestal nine inches high; up this pillar +rolled the larger globe, balanced itself upon the top; the +five spheres followed it, clustered like a ring just below +it. The other cubes raced up, clicked two by two on the +outer arc of each of the five balls; at the ends of these +twin blocks a pyramid took its place, tipping each with a +point. + +The Lilliputian fantasy was now a pedestal of cubes +surmounted by a ring of globes from which sprang a star +of five arms. + +The spheres began to revolve. Faster and faster they +spun around the base of the crowning globe; the arms became +a disc upon which tiny brilliant sparks appeared, +clustered, vanished only to reappear in greater number. + +The troll swept toward me. It GLIDED. The finger of panic +touched me. I sprang aside, and swift as light it followed, +seemed to poise itself to leap. + +"Drop it!" It was Ruth's cry. + +But, before I could let fall the pyramid I had forgotten +was in my hand, the little figure touched me and a paralyzing +shock ran through me. My fingers clenched, locked. I +stood, muscle and nerve bound, unable to move. + +The little figure paused. Its whirling disc shifted from +the horizontal plane on which it spun. It was as though it +cocked its head to look up at me--and again I had the +sense of innumerable eyes peering at me. It did not seem +menacing--its attitude was inquisitive, waiting; almost as +though it had asked for something and wondered why I did +not let it have it. The shock still held me rigid, although +a tingle in every nerve told me of returning force. + +The disc tilted back to place, bent toward me again. I +heard a shout; heard a bullet strike the pigmy that now +clearly menaced; heard the bullet ricochet without the +slightest effect upon it. Dick leaped beside me, raised a +foot and kicked at the thing. There was a flash of light +and upon the instant he crashed down as though struck by +a giant hand, lay sprawling and inert upon the floor. + +There was a scream from Ruth; there was softly sibilant +rustling all about her. I saw her leap the crevice, drop on +her knees beside Drake. + +There was movement on the flagging where she stood. +A score or more of faintly shining, bluish shapes were +marching there--pyramids and cubes and spheres like those +forming the shape that stood before me. There was a curious +sharp tang of ozone in the air, a perceptible tightening +as of electrical tension. + +They swept to the edge of the fissure, swam together, and +there, hanging half over the gap was a bridge, half spanning +it, a weird and fairy arch made up of alternate cube +and angle. The shape at my feet disintegrated; resolved itself +into units that raced over to the beckoning span. + +At the hither side of the crack they clicked into place, +even as had the others. Before me now was a bridge complete +except for the one arc near the middle where an +angled gap marred it. + +I felt the little object I held pulse within my hand, +striving to escape. I dropped it. The tiny shape swept to +the bridge, ascended it--dropped into the gap. + +The arch was complete--hanging in one flying span over +the depths! + +Upon it, over it, as though they had but awaited this +completion, rolled the six globes. And as they dropped to +the farther side the end of the bridge nearest me raised +itself in air, curved itself like a scorpion's tail, drew itself +into a closer circled arc, and dropped upon the floor beyond. + +Again the sibilant rustling--and cubes and pyramids and +spheres were gone. + +Nerves tingling slowly back to life, mazed in absolute +bewilderment, my gaze sought Drake. He was sitting up, +feebly, his head supported by Ruth's hands. + +"Goodwin!" he whispered. "What--what were they?" + +"Metal," I said--it was the only word to which my whirling +mind could cling--"metal--" + +"Metal!" he echoed. "These things metal? Metal--ALIVE +AND THINKING!" + +Suddenly he was silent, his face a page on which, visibly, +dread gathered slowly and ever deeper. + +And as I looked at Ruth, white-faced, and at him, I knew +that my own was as pallid, as terror-stricken as theirs. + +"They were such LITTLE THINGS," muttered Drake. "Such +little things--bits of metal--little globes and pyramids and +cubes--just little THINGS." + +"Babes! Only babes!" It was Ruth--"BABES!" + +"Bits of metal"--Dick's gaze sought mine, held it--"and +they looked for each other, they worked with each other-- +THINKINGLY, CONSCIOUSLY--they were deliberate, purposeful-- +little things--and with the force of a score of dynamos-- +living, THINKING--" + +"Don't!" Ruth laid white hands over his eyes. "Don't-- +don't YOU be frightened!" + +"Frightened?" he echoed. "I'M not afraid--yes, I AM +afraid--" + +He arose, stiffly--and stumbled toward me. + +Afraid? Drake afraid. Well--so was I. Bitterly, TERRIBLY +afraid. + +For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, +ruined chamber was outside all experience, beyond all +knowledge or dream of science. Not their shapes--that +was nothing. Not even that, being metal, they had moved. + +But that being metal, they had moved consciously, +thoughtfully, deliberately. + +They were metal things with--MINDS! + +That--that was the incredible, the terrifying thing. That +--and their power. + +Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb--and thinking. +The lightnings incarnate in metal minacules--and +thinking. + +The inert, the immobile, given volition, movement, +cognoscence--thinking. + +Metal with a brain! + + + + + +CHAPTER V + +THE SMITING +THING + +Silently we looked at each other, and silently we +passed out of the courtyard. The dread was heavy upon +me. The twilight was stealing upon the close-clustered +peaks. Another hour, and their amethyst-and-purple mantles +would drop upon them; snowfields and glaciers sparkle +out in irised beauty; nightfall. + +As I gazed upon them I wondered to what secret place +within their brooding immensities the little metal mysteries +had fled. And to what myriads, it might be, of their kind? +And these hidden hordes--of what shapes were they? Of +what powers? Small like these, or--or-- + +Quick on the screen of my mind flashed two pictures, +side by side--the little four-rayed print in the great dust of +the crumbling ruin and its colossal twin on the breast of +the poppied valley. + +I turned aside, crept through the shattered portal and +looked over the haunted hollow. + +Unbelieving, I rubbed my eyes; then leaped to the very +brim of the bowl. + +A lark had risen from the roof of one of the shattered +heaps and had flown caroling up into the shadowy sky. + +A flock of the little willow warblers flung themselves +across the valley, scolding and gossiping; a hare sat upright +in the middle of the ancient roadway. + +The valley itself lay serenely under the ambering light, +smiling, peaceful--emptied of horror! + +I dropped over the side, walked cautiously down the +road up which but an hour or so before we had struggled +so desperately; paced farther and farther with an increasing +confidence and a growing wonder. + +Gone was that soul of loneliness; vanished the whirlpool +of despair that had striven to drag us down to death. + +The bowl was nothing but a quiet, smiling lovely little +hollow in the hills. I looked back. Even the ruins had lost +their sinister shape; were time-worn, crumbling piles--nothing +more. + +I saw Ruth and Drake run out upon the ledge and +beckon me; made my way back to them, running. + +"It's all right," I shouted. "The place is all right." + +I stumbled up the side; joined them. + +"It's empty," I cried. "Get Martin and Chiu-Ming quick! +While the way's open--" + +A rifle-shot rang out above us; another and another. +From the portal scampered Chiu-Ming, his robe tucked up +about his knees. + +"They come!" he gasped. "They come!" + +There was a flashing of spears high up the winding +mountain path. Down it was pouring an avalanche of men. +I caught the glint of helmets and corselets. Those in the +van were mounted, galloping two abreast upon sure-footed +mountain ponies. Their short swords, lifted high, flickered. + +After the horsemen swarmed foot soldiers, a forest of +shining points and dully gleaming pikes above them. Clearly +to us came their battlecries. + +Again Ventnor's rifle cracked. One of the foremost riders +went down; another stumbled over him, fell. The rush was +checked for an instant, milling upon the road. + +"Dick," I cried, "rush Ruth over to the tunnel mouth. +We'll follow. We can hold them there. I'll get Martin. +Chiu-Ming, after the pony, quick." + +I pushed the two over the rim of the hollow. Side by +side the Chinaman and I ran back through the gateway. +I pointed to the animal and rushed back into the fortress. + +"Quick, Mart!" I shouted up the shattered stairway. "We +can get through the hollow. Ruth and Drake are on their +way to the break we came through. Hurry!" + +"All right. Just a minute," he called. + +I heard him empty his magazine with almost machine-gun +quickness. There was a short pause, and down the +broken steps he leaped, gray eyes blazing. + +"The pony?" He ran beside me toward the portal. "All +my ammunition is on him." + +"Chiu-Ming's taking care of that," I gasped. + +We darted out of the gateway. A good five hundred +yards away were Ruth and Drake, running straight to the +green tunnel's mouth. Between them and us was Chiu-Ming +urging on the pony. + +As we sped after him I looked back. The horsemen had +recovered, were now a scant half-mile from where the +road swept past the fortress. I saw that with their swords +the horsemen bore great bows. A little cloud of arrows +sparkled from them; fell far short. + +"Don't look back," grunted Ventnor. "Stretch yourself, +Walter. There's a surprise coming. Hope to God I judged +the time right." + +We turned off the ruined way; raced over the sward. + +"If it looks as though--we can't make it," he panted, +"YOU beat it after the rest. I'll try to hold 'em until you +get into the tunnel. Never do for 'em to get Ruth." + +"Right." My own breathing was growing labored, "WE'LL +hold them. Drake can take care of Ruth." + +"Good boy," he said. "I wouldn't have asked you. It +probably means death." + +"Very well," I gasped, irritated. "But why borrow +trouble?" + +He reached out, touched me. + +"You're right, Walter," he grinned. "It does--seem--like +carrying coals--to Newcastle." + +There was a thunderous booming behind us; a shattering +crash. A cloud of smoke and dust hung over the northern +end of the ruined fortress. + +It lifted swiftly, and I saw that the whole side of the +structure had fallen, littering the road with its fragments. +Scattered prone among these were men and horses; others +staggered, screaming. On the farther side of this stony dike +our pursuers were held like rushing waters behind a sudden +fallen tree. + +"Timed to a second!" cried Ventnor. "Hold 'em for a +while. Fuses and dynamite. Blew out the whole side, right +on 'em, by the Lord!" + +On we fled. Chiu-Ming was now well in advance; Ruth +and Dick less than half a mile from the opening of the +green tunnel. I saw Drake stop, raise his rifle, empty it +before him, and, holding Ruth by the hand, race back toward +us. + +Even as he turned, the vine-screened entrance through +which we had come, through which we had thought lay +safety, streamed other armored men. We were outflanked. + +"To the fissure!" shouted Ventnor. Drake heard, for he +changed his course to the crevice at whose mouth Ruth +had said the--Little Things--had lain. + +After him streaked Chiu-Ming, urging on the pony. +Shouting out of the tunnel, down over the lip of the bowl, +leaped the soldiers. We dropped upon our knees, sent shot +after shot into them. They fell back, hesitated. We sprang +up, sped on. + +All too short was the check, but once more we held +them--and again. + +Now Ruth and Dick were a scant fifty yards from the +crevice. I saw him stop, push her from him toward it. She +shook her head. + +Now Chiu-Ming was with them. Ruth sprang to the +pony, lifted from its back a rifle. Then into the mass of +their pursuers Drake and she poured a fusillade. They +huddled, wavered, broke for cover. + +"A chance!" gasped Ventnor. + +Behind us was a wolflike yelping. The first pack had +re-formed; had crossed the barricade the dynamite had +made; was rushing upon us. + +I ran as I had never known I could. Over us whined the +bullets from the covering guns. Close were we now to +the mouth of the fissure. If we could but reach it. Close, +close were our pursuers, too--the arrows closer. + +"No use!" said Ventnor. "We can't make it. Meet 'em +from the front. Drop--and shoot." + +We threw ourselves down, facing them. There came a +triumphant shouting. And in that strange sharpening of +the senses that always goes hand in hand with deadly peril, +that is indeed nature's summoning of every reserve to +meet that peril, my eyes took them in with photographic +nicety--the linked mail, lacquered blue and scarlet, of the +horsemen; brown, padded armor of the footmen; their +bows and javelins and short bronze swords, their pikes +and shields; and under their round helmets their cruel, +bearded faces--white as our own where the black beards +did not cover them; their fierce and mocking eyes. + +The springs of ancient Persia's long dead power, these. +Men of Xerxes's ruthless, world-conquering hordes; the +lustful, ravening wolves of Darius whom Alexander scattered +--in this world of ours twenty centuries beyond their +time! + +Swiftly, accurately, even as I scanned them, we had +been drilling into them. They advanced deliberately, heedless +of their fallen. Their arrows had ceased to fly. I wondered +why, for now we were well within their range. Had +they orders to take us alive--at whatever cost to themselves? + +"I've got only about ten cartridges left, Martin," I told +him. + +"We've saved Ruth anyway," he said. "Drake ought to +be able to hold that hole in the wall. He's got lots of +ammunition on the pony. But they've got us." + +Another wild shouting; down swept the pack. + +We leaped to our feet, sent our last bullets into them; +stood ready, rifles clubbed to meet the rush. I heard Ruth +scream-- + +What was the matter with the armored men? Why had +they halted? What was it at which they were glaring over +our heads? And why had the rifle fire of Ruth and Drake +ceased so abruptly? + +Simultaneously we turned. + +Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, +an apparition, a woman--beautiful, awesome, incredible! + +She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in +clinging veils of pale amber, she seemed taller even than +tall Drake. Yet it was not her height that sent through me +the thrill of awe, of half incredulous terror which, relaxing +my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor was it +that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled +and pennoned like a misty banner of woven copper flames +--no, nor that through her veils her body gleamed faint +radiance. + +It was her eyes--her great, wide eyes whose clear depths +were like pools of living star fires. They shone from her +white face--not phosphorescent, not merely lucent and +light reflecting, but as though they themselves were SOURCES +of the cold white flames of far stars--and as calm as those +stars themselves. + +And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish +nothing but the eyes, I sensed something unearthly. + +"God!" whispered Ventnor. "What IS she?" + +The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from +her were Ruth and Drake and Chiu-Ming, their rigid attitudes +revealing the same shock of awe that had momentarily +paralyzed me. + +She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two +walk toward her, Chiu-Ming hang back. The great eyes fell +upon Ventnor and myself. She raised a hand, motioned us +to approach. + +I turned. There stood the host that had poured down +(he mountain road, horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen--a full +thousand of them. At my right were the scattered company +that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore +or more. + +There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, +like automatons, only their fiercely staring eyes showing +that they were alive. + +"Quick," breathed Ventnor. + +We ran toward her who had checked death even while +its jaws were closing upon us. + +Before we had gone half-way, as though our flight had +broken whatever bonds had bound them, a clamor arose +from the host; a wild shouting, a clanging of swords on +shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in motion, advancing +slowly, hesitatingly as yet--but I knew that soon +that hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down +upon us, engulf us. + +"To the crevice," I shouted to Drake. He paid no heed +to me, nor did Ruth--their gaze fastened upon the swathed +woman. + +Ventnor's hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. +She had thrown up her head. The cloudy METALLIC hair +billowed as though wind had blown it. + +From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, +weirdly disquieting, golden and sweet--and laden +with the eery, minor wailings of the blue valley's night, +the dragoned chamber. + +Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible +swiftness out of the crevice score upon score of +the metal things. The fissures vomited them! + +Globes and cubes and pyramids--not small like those +of the ruins, but shapes all of four feet high, dully lustrous, +and deep within that luster the myriads of tiny points of +light like unwinking, staring eyes. + +They swirled, eddied and formed a barricade between +us and the armored men. + +Down upon them poured a shower of arrows from the +soldiers. I heard the shouts of their captains; they rushed. +They had courage--those men--yes! + +Again came the woman's cry--golden, peremptory. + +Sphere and block and pyramid ran together, seemed to +seethe. I had again that sense of a quicksilver melting. +Up from them thrust a thick rectangular column. +Eight feet in width and twenty feet high, it shaped itself. +Out from its left side, from right side, sprang arms +--fearful arms that grew and grew as globe and cube and +angle raced up the column's side and clicked into place +each upon, each after, the other. With magical quickness +the arms lengthened. + +Before us stood a monstrous shape; a geometric prodigy. +A shining angled pillar that, though rigid, immobile, +seemed to crouch, be instinct with living force striving to +be unleashed. + +Two great globes surmounted it--like the heads of some +two-faced Janus of an alien world. + +At the left and right the knobbed arms, now fully fifty +feet in length, writhed, twisted, straightened; flexing +themselves in grotesque imitation of a boxer. And at the end +of each of the six arms the spheres were clustered thick, +studded with the pyramids--again in gigantic, awful, parody +of the spiked gloves of those ancient gladiators who +fought for imperial Nero. + +For an instant it stood here, preening, testing itself like +an athlete--a chimera, amorphous yet weirdly symmetric +--under the darkening sky, in the green of the hollow, +the armored hosts frozen before it-- + +And then--it struck! + +Out flashed two of the arms, with a glancing motion, +with appalling force. They sliced into the close-packed +forward ranks of the armored men; cut out of them two great +gaps. + +Sickened, I saw fragments of man and horse fly. Another +arm javelined from its place like a flying snake, clicked at +the end of another, became a hundred-foot chain which +swirled like a flail through the huddling mass. Down upon +a knot of the soldiers with a straight-forward blow drove +a third arm, driving through them like a giant punch. + +All that host which had driven us from the ruins threw +down sword, spear, and pike; fled shrieking. The horsemen +spurred their mounts, riding heedless over the footmen who +fled with them. + +The Smiting Thing seemed to watch them go with-- +AMUSEMENT! + +Before they could cover a hundred yards it had disintegrated. +I heard the little wailing sounds--then behind +the fleeing men, close behind them, rose the angled pillar; +into place sprang the flexing arms, and again it took its +toll of them. + +They scattered, running singly, by twos, in little groups, +for the sides of the valley. They were like rats scampering +in panic over the bottom of a great green bowl. And like a +monstrous cat the shape played with them--yes, PLAYED. + +It melted once more--took new form. Where had been +pillar and flailing arms was now a tripod thirty feet high, +its legs alternate globe and cube and upon its apex a wide +and spinning ring of sparkling spheres. Out from the middle +of this ring stretched a tentacle--writhing, undulating like +a serpent of steel, four score yards at least in length. + +At its end cube, globe and pyramid had mingled to form +a huge trident. With the three long prongs of this trident +the thing struck, swiftly, with fearful precision--JOYOUSLY +--tining those who fled, forking them, tossing them from +its points high in air. + +It was, I think, that last touch of sheer horror, the playfulness +of the Smiting Thing, that sent my dry tongue to +the roof of my terror-parched mouth, and held open with +monstrous fascination eyes that struggled to close. + +Ever the armored men fled from it, and ever was it +swifter than they, teetering at their heels on its tripod legs. + +From half its length the darting snake streamed red rain. + +I heard a sigh from Ruth; wrested my gaze from the +hollow; turned. She lay fainting in Drake's arms. + +Beside the two the swathed woman stood, looking out +upon that slaughter, calm and still, shrouded with an unearthly +tranquillity--viewing it, it came to me, with eyes +impersonal, cold, indifferent as the untroubled stars which +look down upon hurricane and earthquake in this world +of ours. + +There was a rushing of many feet at our left; a wail +from Chiu-Ming. Were they maddened by fear, driven by +despair, determined to slay before they themselves were +slain? I do not know. But those who still lived of the +men from the tunnel mouth were charging us. + +They clustered close, their shields held before them. They +had no bows, these men. They moved swiftly down upon +us in silence--swords and pikes gleaming. + +The Smiting Thing rocked toward us, the metal tentacle +straining out like a rigid, racing serpent, flying to cut +between its weird mistress and those who menaced her. + +I heard Chiu-Ming scream; saw him throw up his hands, +cover his eyes--run straight upon the pikes! + +"Chiu-Ming!" I shouted. "Chiu-Ming! This way!" + +I ran toward him. Before I had gone five paces Ventnor +flashed by me, revolver spitting. I saw a spear thrown. It +struck the Chinaman squarely in the breast. He tottered-- +fell upon his knees. + +Even as he dropped, the giant flail swept down upon +the soldiers. It swept through them like a scythe through +ripe grain. It threw them, broken and torn, far toward the +valley's sloping sides. It left only fragments that bore no +semblance to men. + +Ventnor was at Chiu-Ming's head; I dropped beside him. +There was a crimson froth upon his lips. + +"I thought that Shin-Je was about to slay us," he whispered. +"Fear blinded me." + +His head dropped; his body quivered, lay still. + +We arose, looked about us dazedly. At the side of the +crevice stood the woman, her gaze resting upon Drake, his +arms about Ruth, her head hidden on his breast. + +The valley was empty--save for the huddled heaps that +dotted it. + +High up on the mountain path a score of figures crept, +all that were left of those who but a little before had +streamed down to take us captive or to slay. High up in +the darkening heavens the lammergeiers, the winged scavengers +of the Himalayas, were gathering. + +The woman lifted her hand, beckoned us once more. +Slowly we walked toward her, stood before her. The great +clear eyes searched us--but no more intently than our own +wondering eyes did her. + + + + + +CHAPTER VI + +NORHALA OF +THE LIGHTNINGS + +We looked upon a vision of loveliness such, I think, +as none has beheld since Trojan Helen was a maid. At +first all I could note were the eyes, clear as rain-washed +April skies, crystal clear as some secret spring sacred to +crescented Diana. Their wide gray irises were flecked with +golden amber and sapphire--flecks that shone like clusters +of little aureate and azure stars. + +Then with a strange thrill of wonder I saw that these +tiny constellations were not in the irises alone; that they +clustered even within the pupils--deep within them, like +far-flung stars in the depths of velvety, midnight heavens. + +Whence had come those cold fires that had flared from +them, I wondered--more menacing, far more menacing, +in their cold tranquillity than the hot flames of wrath? +These eyes were not perilous--no. Calm they were and +still--yet in them a shadow of interest flickered; a ghost +of friendliness smiled. + +Above them were level, delicately penciled brows of +bronze. The lips were coral crimson and--asleep. Sweet +were those lips as ever master painter, dreaming his dream +of the very soul of woman's sweetness, saw in vision and +limned upon his canvas--and asleep, nor wistful for awakening. + +A proud, straight nose; a broad low brow, and over it +the masses of the tendriling tresses--tawny, lustrous topaz, +cloudy, METALLIC. Like spun silk of ruddy copper; and misty +as the wisps of cloud that Soul'tze, Goddess of Sleep, sets in +the skies of dawn to catch the wandering dreams of lovers. + +Down from the wondrous face melted the rounded +column of her throat to merge into exquisite curves of +shoulders and breasts, half revealed beneath the swathing veils. + +But upon that face, within her eyes, kissing her red lips +and clothing her breasts, was something unearthly. + +Something that came straight out of the still mysteries +of the star-filled spaces; out of the ordered, the untroubled, +the illimitable void. + +A passionless spirit that watched over the human passion +in the scarlet mouth, in every slumbering, sculptured line +of her--guarding her against its awakening. + +Twilight calm dropping down from the sun sleep to still +the restless mountain tarn. Ishtar dreamlessly asleep within +Nirvana. + +Something not of this world we know--and yet of it as +the winds of the Cosmos are to the summer breeze, the +ocean to the wave, the lightnings to the glowworm. + +"She isn't--human," I heard Ventnor whispering at my +ear. "Look at her eyes; look at the skin of her--" + +Her skin was white as milk of pearls; gossamer fine, +silken and creamy; translucent as though a soft brilliancy +dwelt within it. Beside it Ruth's fair skin was like some +sun-and-wind-roughened country lass's to Titania's. + +She studied us as though she were seeing for the first +time beings of her own kind. She spoke--and her voice was +elfin distant, chimingly sweet like hidden little golden bells; +filled with that tranquil, far off spirit that was part of her +--as though indeed a tiny golden chime should ring out +from the silences, speak for them, find tongues for them. +The words were hesitating, halting as though the lips that +uttered them found speech strange--as strange as the clear +eyes found our images. + +And the words were Persian--purest, most ancient Persian. + +"I am Norhala," the golden voice chimed forth, whispered +down into silence. "I am Norhala." + +She shook her head impatiently. A hand stole forth from +beneath her veils, slender, long-fingered with nails like rosy +pearls; above the wrist was coiled a golden dragon with +wicked little crimson eyes. The slender white hand touched +Ruth's head, turned it until the strange, flecked orbs +looked directly into the misty ones of blue. + +Long they gazed--and deep. Then she who had named +herself Norhala thrust out a finger, touched the tear that +hung upon Ruth's curled lashes, regarded it wonderingly. + +Something of recognition, of memory, seemed to awaken +within her. + +"You are--troubled?" she asked with that halting effort. + +Ruth shook her head. + +"THEY--do not trouble you?" + +She pointed to the huddled heaps strewing the hollow. +And then I saw whence the light which had streamed from +her great eyes came. For the little azure and golden stars +paled, trembled, then flashed out like galaxies of tiny, +clustered silver suns. + +From that weird radiance Ruth shrank, affrighted. + +"No--no," she gasped. "I weep for--HIM." + +She pointed where Chiu-Ming lay, a brown blotch at +the edge of the shattered men. + +"For--him?" There was puzzlement in the faint voice. +"For--that? But why?" + +She looked at Chiu-Ming--and I knew that to her the +sight of the crumpled form carried no recognition of the +human, nothing of kin to her. There was a faint wonder +in her eyes, no longer light-filled, when at last she turned +back to us. Long she considered us. + +"Now," she broke the silence, "now something stirs within +me that it seems has long been sleeping. It bids me +take you with me. Come!" + +Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice. We +looked at each other, seeking council, decision. + +"Chiu-Ming," Drake spoke. "We can't leave him like +that. At least let's cover him from the vultures." + +"Come." The woman had reached the mouth of the +fissure. + +"I'm afraid! Oh, Martin--I'm afraid." Ruth reached little +trembling hands to her tall brother. + +"Come!" Norhala called again. There was an echo of +harshness, a clanging, peremptory and inexorable, in the +chiming. + +Ventnor shrugged his shoulders. + +"Come, then," he said. + +With one last look at the Chinese, the lammergeiers +already circling about him, we walked to the crevice. +Norhala waited, silent, brooding until we passed her; then +glided behind us. + +Before we had gone ten paces I saw that the place was +no fissure. It was a tunnel, a passage hewn by human +hands, its walls covered with the writhing dragon lines, its +roof the mountain. + +The swathed woman swept by us. Swiftly we followed +her. Far, far ahead was a wan gleaming. It quivered, a +faintly shimmering, ghostly curtain, a full mile away. + +Now it was close; we passed through it and were out of +the tunnel. Before us stretched a narrow gorge, a sword +slash in the body of the towering giant under whose feet +the tunnel crept. High above was the ribbon of the sky. + +The sides were dark, but it came to me that here were +no trees, no verdure of any kind. Its floor was strewn with +boulders, fantastically shaped, almost indistinguishable in +the fast closing dark. + +Twin monoliths bulwarked the passage end; the gigantic +stones were leaning, crumbling. Fissures radiated from +the opening, like deep wrinkles in the rock, showing where +earth warping, range pressure, had long been working to +close this hewn way. + +"Stop," Norhala's abrupt, golden note halted us; and +again through the clear eyes I saw the white starshine +flash. + +"It may be well--" She spoke as though to herself. "It +may be well to close this way. It is not needed--" + +Her voice rang out again, vibrant, strangely disquieting, +harmonious. Murmurous chanting it was at first, rhythmic +and low; ripples and flutings, tones and progressions utterly +unknown to me; unfamiliar, abrupt, and alien themes +that kept returning, droppings of crystal-clear jewels of +sound, golden tollings--and all ordered, mathematical, +GEOMETRIC, even as had been the gestures of the shapes; +Lilliputians of the ruins, Brobdignagian of the haunted +hollow. + +What was it? I had it--IT WAS THOSE GESTURES TRANSFORMED +INTO SOUND! + +There was a movement down by the tunnel mouth. It +grew more rapid, seemed to vibrate with her song. Within +the darkness there were little flashes; glimmerings of light +began to come and go--like little awakenings of eyes of +soft, jeweled flames, like giant gorgeous fireflies; flashes of +cloudy amber, gleam of rose, sparkles of diamonds and +of opals, of emeralds and of rubies--blinking, gleaming. + +A shimmering mist drew down around them--a swift +and swirling mist. It thickened, was shot with slender +shuttled threads like cobweb, coruscating strands of light. + +The shining threads grew thicker, pulsed, were spangled +with tiny vivid sparklings. They ran together, condensed-- +and all this in an instant, in a tenth of the time it takes +me to write it. + +From fiery mist and gemmed flashes came bolt upon +bolt of lightning. The cliff face leaped out, a cataract of +green flame. The fissures widened, the monoliths trembled, +fell. + +In the wake of that dazzling brilliancy came utter blackness. +I opened my blinded eyes; slowly the flecks of green +fire cleared. A faint lambency still clung to the cliff. By it +I saw that the tunnel's mouth had vanished, had been +sealed--where it had gaped were only tons of shattered +rock. + +Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something +grazed my hand, something whose touch was like that of +warm metal--but metal throbbing with life. They rushed +by--and whispered down into silence. + +"Come!" Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous +shape in the darkness. Swiftly we followed. I found Ruth +beside me; felt her hand grip my wrist. + +"Walter," she whispered, "Walter--she isn't human!" + +"Nonsense," I muttered. "Nonsense, Ruth. What do you +think she is--a goddess, a spirit of the Himalayas? She's as +human as you or I." + +"No." Even in the darkness I could sense the stubborn +shake of her curly head. "Not all human. Or how could she +have commanded those things? Or have summoned the +lightnings that blasted the tunnel's mouth? And her skin +and hair--they're too WONDERFUL, Walter. + +"Why, she makes me look--look coarse. And the light +that hovers about her--why, it is by that light we are +making our way. And when she touched me--I--I glowed +--all through. + +"Human, yes--but there is something else in her--something +stronger than humanness, something that--makes it +sleep!" she added astonishingly. + +The ground was level as a dancing floor. We followed +the enigmatic glow--emanation, it seemed to me--from +Norhala which was as a light for us to follow within the +darkness. The high ribbon of sky had vanished--seemed +to be overcast, for I could see no stars. + +Within the darkness I began again to sense faint movement; +soft stirring all about us. I had the feeling that on +each side and behind us moved an invisible host. + +"There's something moving all about us--going with us," +Ruth echoed my thought. + +"It's the wind," I said, and paused--for there was no +wind. + +From the blackness before us came a succession of +curious, muffled clickings, like a smothered mitrailleuse. +The luminescence that clothed Norhala brightened, deepening +the darkness. + +"Cross!" + +She pointed into the void ahead; then, as we started +forward, thrust out a hand to Ruth, held her back. Drake +and Ventnor drew close to them, questioningly, anxious. +But I stepped forward, out of the dim gleaming. + +Before me were two cubes; one I judged in that uncertain +light to be six feet high, the other half its bulk. +From them a shaft of pale-blue phosphorescence pierced +the murk. They stood, the smaller pressed against the side +of the larger, for all the world like a pair of immense +nursery blocks, placed like steps by some giant child. + +As my eyes swept over them, I saw that the shining +shaft was an unbroken span of cubes; not multi-arched +like the Lilliputian bridge of the dragon chamber, but +flat and running out over an abyss that gaped at my very +feet. All of a hundred feet they stretched; a slender, lustrous +girder crossing unguessed depths of gloom. From +far, far below came the faint whisper of rushing waters. + +I faltered. For these were the blocks that had formed +the body of the monster of the hollow, its flailing arms. +The thing that had played so murderously with the armored men. + +And now had shaped itself into this anchored, quiescent +bridge. + +"Do not fear." It was the woman speaking, softly, as +one would reassure a child. "Ascend. Cross. They obey +me." + +I stepped firmly upon the first block, climbed to the +second. The span stretched, sharp edged, smooth, only a +slender, shimmering line revealing where each great cube +held fast to the other. + +I walked at first slowly, then with ever-increasing confidence, +for up from the surface streamed a guiding, a +holding force, that was like a host of little invisible hands, +steadying me, keeping firm my feet. I looked down; the +myriads of enigmatic eyes were staring, staring up at me +from deep within. They fascinated me; I felt my pace +slowing; a vertigo seized me. Resolutely I dragged my gaze +up and ahead; marched on. + +From the depths came more clearly the sound of the +waters. Now there were but a few feet more of the bridge +before me. I reached its end, dropped my feet over, felt +them touch a smaller cube, and descended. + +Over the span came Ventnor. He was leading his laden +pony. He had bandaged its eyes so that it could not look +upon the narrow way it was treading. And close behind, a +band resting reassuringly upon its flank, strode Drake, +swinging along carelessly. The little beast ambled along +serenely, sure-footed as all its mountain kind, and docile +to darkness and guidance. + +Then, an arm about Ruth, floated Norhala. Now she +was beside us; dropped her arm from Ruth; glided past us. +On for a hundred yards or more we went, and then she +drew us a little toward the unseen canyon wall. + +She stood before us, shielding us. One golden call she +sent. + +I looked back into the darkness. Something like an +enormous, dimly shimmering rod was raising itself. Higher +it rose and higher. Now it stood, upright, a slender +towering pillar, a gigantic slim figure whose tip pointed a +full hundred feet in the air. + +Then slowly it inclined itself toward us; drew closer, +closer to the ground; touched and lay there for an instant +inert. Abruptly it vanished. + +But well I knew what I had seen. The span over which +we had passed had raised itself even as had the baby +bridge of the fortress; had lifted itself across the chasm +and dropping itself upon the hither verge had disintegrated +into its units; was following us. + +A bridge of metal that could build itself--and break +itself. A thinking, conscious metal bridge! A metal bridge +with volition--with mind--that was following us. + +There sighed from behind a soft, sustained wailing; +rapidly it neared us. A wanly glimmering shape drew by; +halted. It was like a rigid serpent cut from a gigantic +square bar of cold blue steel. + +Its head was a pyramid, a tetrahedron; its length +vanished in the further darkness. The head raised itself, +the blocks that formed its neck separating into open +wedges like a Brobdignagian replica of those jointed, fantastic, +little painted reptiles the Japanese toy-makers cut +from wood. + +It seemed to regard us--mockingly. The pointed head +dropped--past us streamed the body. Upon it other +pyramids clustered--like the spikes that guarded the back +of the nightmare Brontosaurus. Its end came swiftly into +sight--its tail another pyramid twin to its head. + +It FLIRTED by--gaily; vanished. + +I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow--and +it did not need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well +as in UNITS. Move intelligently, consciously--as the Smiting +Thing had moved. + +"Come!" Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we +fell in behind her. Looking up I caught the friendly sparkle +of a star; knew the cleft was widening. + +The star points grew thicker. We stepped out into a +valley small as that hollow from which we had fled; ringed +like it with heaven-touching summits. I could see clearly. +The place was suffused with a soft radiance as though into +it the far, bright stars were pouring all their rays, filling it +as a cup with their pale flames. + +It was luminous as the Alaskan valleys when on white +arctic nights they are lighted, the Athabascans believe, by +the gleaming spears of hunting gods. The walls of the +valley seemed to be drawn back into infinite distances. + +The shimmering mists that had nimbused Norhala had +vanished--or merging into the wan gleaming had become +one with it. + +I stared straight at her, striving to clarify in my own +clouded thought what it was that I had sensed as inhuman +--never of OUR world or its peoples. Yet this conviction +came not because of the light that had hovered about +her, nor of her summonings of the lightnings; nor even +of her control of those--things--which had smitten the +armored men and spanned for us the abyss. + +All of that I was certain lay in the domain of the explicable, +could be resolved into normality once the basic +facts were gained. + +Suddenly, I knew. Side by side with what we term the +human there dwelt within this woman an actual consciousness +foreign to earth, passionless, at least as we +know passion, ordered, mathematical--an emanation of +the eternal law which guides the circling stars. + +This it was that had moved in the gestures which had +evoked the lightnings. This it was that had spoken in the +song which were those gestures transformed into sound. +This it was that something greater than my consciousness +knew and accepted. + +Something which shared, no--that reigned, serene and +untroubled, upon the throne of her mind; something utterly +UNCOMPREHENDING, utterly unconscious OF, cosmically +blind TO all human emotion; that spread itself like a veil +over her own consciousness; that PLATED her thought--that +was a strange word--why had it come to me--something +that had set its mark upon her like--like--the gigantic +claw print on the poppied field, the little print of the +dragoned hall. + +I caught at my mind, whirling I thought then in the grip +of fantasy; strove by taking minute note of her to bring +myself back to normal. + +Her veils had slipped from her, baring her neck, her +arms, the right shoulder. Under the smooth throat a buckle +of dull gold held the sheer, diaphanous folds of the pale +amber silk which swathed the high and rounded breasts, +hiding no goddess curve of them. + +A wide and golden girdle clasped the waist, covered the +rounded hips and thighs. The long, narrow, and high-arched +feet were shod with golden sandals, laced just below +the rounded knees with flat turquoise studded bands. + +And shining through the amber folds, as glowing above +them, the miracle of her body. + +The dream of master sculptor given life. A goddess of +earth's youth reborn in Himalayan wilds. + +She raised her eyes; broke the long silence. + +"Now being with you," she said dreamily, "there waken +within me old thoughts, old wisdom, old questioning--all +that I had forgotten and thought forgotten forever--" + +The golden voice died--she who had spoken was gone +from us, like the fading out of a phantom; like the breaking +of a film. + +A flicker shot over the skies, another and another. A +brilliant ray of intense green like that of a distant searchlight +swept to the zenith, hung for a moment and withdrew. +Up came pouring the lances and the streamers of +the aurora; faster and faster, banners and slender shining +spears of green and iridescent blues and smoky, glistening +reds. + +The valley sprang into full view. + +I felt Ventnor's grip upon my wrist. I followed his pointing +finger. Into the valley from the right ran a black spur +of rock, half a mile from us, fifty feet high. + +Upon its crest stood--Norhala! + +Her arms were lifted to the sparkling sky; her braids +were loosened--and as the fires of the aurora rose and +fell, raced and were still, the silken cloud of her tresses +swirled and eddied with them. Little clouds of coruscations +danced gaily like fireflies about and through it. + +And all her bared body was outlined in living light, +glowed and throbbed with light--light filled her like a vessel, +she bathed in it. She thrust arms through the streaming, +flaming locks; held them out from her, prisoned. She +swayed slowly, rhythmically; like a faint, golden chiming +came the echo of her song. + +Abruptly around her, half circling her on the black +spur, gleamed myriads of gem fires. Flares and flames of +pale emerald, steady glowing of flame rubies, glints and +lambencies of deepest sapphire, of wan sapphire, flickering +opalescences, irised glitterings. A moment they gleamed. +Then from them came bolt upon bolt of lightning--lightning +that darted upon the lovely shape swaying there; +lightnings that fell upon her, broke and dashed, cascading, +from her radiant body. + +The lightnings bathed her--she bathed in them. + +The skies were covered by a swift mist. The aurora was +veiled. + +The valley filled with a palely shimmering radiance +which dropped like veils upon it, hiding all within it. Hiding +within fold upon luminous fold--Norhala! + + + + + +CHAPTER VII + +THE SHAPES +IN THE MIST + +Mutely we faced each other, white and wan in the +ghostly light. + +The valley was very still; as silent as though sound had +been withdrawn from it. The shimmering radiance suffusing +it had thickened perceptibly; hovered over the valley +floor faintly sparkling mists; hid it. + +Like a shroud was that silence. Beneath it my mind +struggled, its unease, its forebodings growing ever stronger. +Silently we repacked the saddlebags; girthed the pony; +silently we waited for Norhala's return. + +Idly I had noted that the place on which we stood must +be raised above the level of the vale. Up toward us the +gathering mists had been steadily rising; still was their +wavering crest a half score feet below us. + +Abruptly out of their dim nebulosity a faintly phosphorescent +square broke. It lifted, slowly; then swept, a +dully lustrous six-foot cube, up the slope and came to rest +almost at our feet. It dwelt there; contemplated us from +its myriads of deep-set, sparkling striations. + +In its wake swam, one by one, six others--their tops +raising from the vapors like the first, watchfully; like +shimmering backs of sea monsters; like turrets of fantastic +angled submarines from phosphorescent seas. One by one +they skimmed swiftly over the ledge; and one by one they +nestled, edge to edge and alternately, against the cube +which had gone before. + +In a crescent, they stretched before us. Back from them, +a pace, ten paces, twenty, we retreated. + +They lay immobile--staring at us. + +Cleaving the mists, silk of copper hair streaming wide, +unearthly eyes lambent, floated up behind them--Norhala. +For an instant she was hidden behind their bulk; suddenly +was upon them; drifted over them like some spirit of light; +stood before us. + +Her veils were again about her; golden girdle, sandals +of gold and turquoise in their places. Pearl white her body +gleamed; no mark of lightning marred it. + +She walked toward us, turned and faced the watching +cubes. She uttered no sound, but as at a signal the central +cube slid forward, halted before her. She rested a hand +upon its edge. + +"Ride with me," she said to Ruth. + +"Norhala." Ventnor took a step forward. "Norhala, we +must go with her. And this"--he pointed to the pony-- +"must go with us." + +"I meant--you--to come," the faraway voice chimed, +"but I had not thought of--that." + +A moment she considered; then turned to the six waiting +cubes. Again as at a command four of the things +moved, swirled in toward each other with a weird precision, +with a monstrous martial mimicry; joined; stood before +us, a platform twelve feet square, six high. + +"Mount," sighed Norhala. + +Ventnor looked helplessly at the sheer front facing him. + +"Mount." There was half-wondering impatience in her +command. "See!" + +She caught Ruth by the waist and with the same bewildering +swiftness with which she had vanished from us +when the aurora beckoned she stood, holding the girl, +upon the top of the single cube. It was as though the two +had been lifted, had been levitated with an incredible +rapidity. + +"Mount," she murmured again, looking down upon us. + +Slowly Ventnor began to bandage the pony's eyes. I +placed my hand upon the edge of the quadruple; sprang. A +myriad unseen hands caught me, raised me, set me instantaneously +on the upward surface. + +"Lift the pony to me," I called to Ventnor. + +"Lift it?" he echoed, incredulously. + +Drake's grin cut like a sunray through the nightmare +dread that shrouded my mind. + +"Catch," he called; placed one hand beneath the beast's +belly, the other under its throat; his shoulders heaved-- +and up shot the pony, laden as it was, landed softly upon +four wide-stretched legs beside me. The faces of the two +gaped up, ludicrous in their amazement. + +"Follow," cried Norhala. + +Ventnor leaped wildly for the top, Drake beside him; +in the flash of a humming-bird's wing they were gripping +me, swearing feebly. The unseen hold angled; struck upward; +clutched from ankle to thigh; held us fast--men +and beast. + +Away swept the block that bore Ruth and Norhala; I +saw Ruth crouching, head bent, her arms around the knees +of the woman. They slipped into the mists; vanished. + +And after them, like a log in a racing current, we, too, +dipped beneath the faintly luminous vapors. + +The cubes moved with an entire absence of vibration; so +smoothly and skimmingly, indeed, that had it not been for +the sudden wind that had risen when first we had stirred, +and that now beat steadily upon our faces, and the +cloudy walls streaming by, I would have thought ourselves +at rest. + +I saw the blurred form of Ventnor drift toward the forward +edge. He walked as though wading. I essayed to follow him; +my feet I could not lift; I could advance only by gliding +them as though skating. + +Also the force, whatever it was, that held me seemed +to pass me on from unseen clutch to clutch; it was as +though up to my hips I moved through a closely woven +yet fluid mass of cobwebs. I had the fantastic idea that if +I so willed I could slip over the edge of the blocks, crawl +about their sides without falling--like a fly on the vertical +faces of a huge sugar loaf. + +I drew beside Ventnor. He was staring ahead, striving, +I knew, to pierce the mists for some glimpse of Ruth. + +He turned to me, his face drawn with anxiety, his eyes +feverish. + +"Can you see them, Walter?" His voice shook. "God-- +why did I ever let her go like that? Why did I let her go +alone?" + +"They'll be close ahead, Martin." I spoke out of a conviction +I could not explain. "Whatever it is we're bound +for, wherever it is the woman's taking us, she means to +keep us together--for a time at least. I'm sure of it." + +"She said--follow." It was Drake beside us. "How the +hell can we do anything else? We haven't any control over +this bird we're on. But she has. What she meant, Ventnor, +is that it would follow her." + +"That's true"--new hope softened the haggard face-- +"that's true--but is it? We're reckoning with creatures +that man's imagination never conceived--nor could conceive. +And with this--woman--human in shape, yes, but +human in thought--never. How then can we tell--" + +He turned once more, all his consciousness concentrated +in his searching eyes. + +Drake's rifle slipped from his hand. + +He stooped to pick it up; then tugged with both hands. +The rifle lay immovable. + +I bent and strove to aid him. For all the pair of us +could do, the rifle might have been a part of the gleaming +surface on which it rested. The tiny, deepset star points +winked up-- + +"They're--laughing at us!" grunted Drake. + +"Nonsense," I answered, and tried to check the involuntary +shuddering that shook me, as I saw it shake +him. "Nonsense. These blocks are great magnets--that's +what holds the rifle; what holds us, too." + +"I don't mean the rifle," he said; "I mean those points +of lights--the eyes--" + +There came from Ventnor a cry of almost anguished +relief. We straightened. Our head shot above the mists +like those of swimmers from water. Unnoticed, we had +been climbing out of them. + +And a hundred yards ahead of us, cleaving them, +veiled in them almost to the shoulders, was Norhala, +red-gold tresses steaming; and close beside her were the +brown curls of Ruth. At her brother's cry she turned and +her arm flashed out of the veils with reassuring gesture. + +A mile away was an opening in the valley's mountainous +wall; toward it we were speeding. It was no ragged +crevice, no nature split fissure; it gave the impression of a +gigantic doorway. + +"Look," whispered Drake. + +Between us and the vast gateway, gleaming triangles +began to break through the vapors, like the cutting fins of +sharks, glints of round bodies like gigantic porpoises-- +the vapors seethed with them. Quickly the fins and rolling +curves were all about us. They centered upon the portal, +streamed through--a horde of the metal things, leading +us, guarding us, playing about us. + +And weird, unutterably weird was that spectacle--the +vast and silent vale with its still, smooth vapors like a +coverlet of cloud; the regal head of Norhala sweeping +over them; the dull glint and gleam of the metal paradoxes +flowing, in ordered motion, all about us; the titanic gateway, +glowing before us. + +We were at its threshold; over it. + + + + + +CHAPTER VIII + +THE DRUMS +OF THUNDER + +Upon that threshold the mists foamed like +breaking billows, then ceased abruptly to be. Keeping +exactly the distance I had noted when our gaze had +risen above the fog, glided the block that bore Ruth and +Norhala. In the strange light of the place into which we +had emerged--and whether that place was canyon, corridor, +or tunnel I could not then determine--it stood +out sharply. + +One arm of Norhala held Ruth--and in her attitude I +sensed a shielding intent, guardianship--the first really +human impulse this shape of mystery and beauty had +revealed. + +In front of them swept score upon score of her familiars +--no longer dully lustrous, but shining as though +cut from blue and polished steel. They--marched--in +ordered rows, globes and cubes and pyramids; moving +sedately now as units. + +I looked behind me; out of the spume boiling at the +portal, were pouring forth other scores of the Metal +Things, darting through like divers through a wave. And +as they drew into our wake and swam into the light, +their dim lustre vanished like a film; their surfaces grew +almost radiant. + +Whence came the light that set them gleaming? Our +pace had slackened--I looked about me. The walls of +the cleft or tunnel were perpendicular, smooth and shining +with a cold, metallic, greenish glow. + +Between the walls, like rhythmic flashing of fire-flies, +pulsed soft and fugitive glimmerings that carried a sense +of the infinitely minute--of electrons, it came to me, +rather than atoms. Their irradiance was greenish, like +the walls; but I was certain that these corpuscles did not +come from them. + +They blinked and faded like motes within a shifting +sunbeam; or, to use a more scientific comparison, like +colloids within the illuminated field of the ultramicroscope; +and like these latter it was as though the eyes took in +not the minute particles themselves but their movement +only. + +Save for these gleamings the light of the place, although +crepuscular, was crystalline clear. High above us +--five hundred, a thousand feet--the walls merged into +a haze of clouded beryl. + +Rock certainly the cliffs were--but rock cut and planed, +smoothed and polished and PLATED! + +Yes, that was it--plated. Plated with some metallic +substance that was itself a reservoir of luminosity and +from which, it came to me, pulsed the force that lighted +the winking ions. But who could have done such a thing? +For what purpose? How? + +And the meticulousness, the perfection of these +smoothed cliffs struck over my nerves as no rasp could, +stirring a vague resentment, an irritated desire for human +inharmonies, human disorder. + +Absorbed in my examination I had forgotten those +who must share with me my doubts and dangers. I felt +a grip on my arm. + +"If we get close enough and I can get my feet loose +from this damned thing I'll jump," Drake said. + +"What?" I gasped, blankly, startled out of my preoccupation. +"Jump where?" + +I followed his pointing finger. We were rapidly closing +upon the other cube; it was now a scant twenty paces +ahead; it seemed to be stopping. Ventnor was leaning +forward, quivering with eagerness. + +"Ruth!" he called. "Ruth--are you all right?" + +Slowly she turned to us--my heart gave a great leap, +then seemed to stop. For her sweet face was touched with +that same unearthly tranquillity which was Norhala's; in +her brown eyes was a shadow of that passionless spirit +brooding in Norhala's own; her voice as she answered +held within it more than echo of Norhala's faint, far-off +golden chiming. + +"Yes," she sighed; "yes, Martin--have no fear for me--" + +And turned from us, gazing forward once more with +the woman and as silent as she. + +I glanced covertly at Ventnor, at Drake--had I imagined, +or had they too seen? Then I knew they had seen, for +Ventnor's face was white to the lips, and Drake's jaw was +set, his teeth clenched, his eyes blazing with anger. + +"What's she doing to Ruth--you saw her face," he +gritted, half inarticulately. + +"Ruth!" There was anguish in Ventnor's cry. + +She did not turn again. It was as though she had not +heard him. + +The cubes were now not five yards apart. Drake gathered +himself; strained to loosen his feet from the shining +surface, making ready to leap when they should draw +close enough. His great chest swelled with his effort, the +muscles of his neck knotted, sweat steamed down his +face. + +"No use," he gasped, "no use, Goodwin. It's like +trying to lift yourself by your boot-straps--like a fly +stuck in molasses." + +"Ruth," cried Ventnor once more. + +As though it had been a signal the block darted forward, +resuming the distance it had formerly maintained +between us. + +The vanguard of the Metal Things began to race. +With an incredible speed they fled into, were lost in an +instant within, the luminous distances. + +The cube that bore the woman and girl accelerated; +flew faster and faster onward. And as swiftly our own +followed it. The lustrous walls flowed by, dizzily. + +We had swept over toward the right wall of the cleft +and were gliding over a broad ledge. This ledge was, +I judged, all of a hundred feet in width. From it the +floor of the place was dropping rapidly. + +The opposite precipices were slowly drawing closer. +After us flowed the flanking host. + +Steadily our ledge arose and the floor of the canyon +dropped. Now we were twenty feet above it, now thirty. +And the character of the cliffs was changing. Veins of +quartz shone under the metallic plating like cut crystal, +like cloudy opals; here was a splash of vermilion, there a +patch of amber; bands of pallid ochre stained it. + +My gaze was caught by a line of inky blackness in the +exact center of the falling floor. So black was it that at +first glance I took it for a vein of jetty lignite. + +It widened. It was a crack, a fissure. Now it was a yard +in width, now three, and blackness seemed to well up +from within it, blackness that was the very essence of the +depths. Steadily the ebon rift expanded; spread suddenly +wide open in two sharp-edged, flying wedges-- + +Earth had dropped away. At our side a gulf had opened, +an abyss, striking down depth upon depth; profound; +immeasurable. + +We were human atoms, riding upon a steed of sorcery +and racing along a split rampart of infinite space. + +I looked behind--scores of the cubes were darting from +the metal host trailing us; in a long column of twos they +flashed by, raced ahead. Far in front of us a gloom began +to grow; deepened until we were rushing into blackest +night. + +Through the murk stabbed a long lance of pale blue +phosphorescence. It unrolled like a ribbon of wan flame, +flicked like a serpent's tongue--held steady. I felt the +Thing beneath us leap forward; its velocity grew +prodigious; the wind beat upon us with hurricane force. + +I shielded my eyes with my hands and peered through +the chinks of my fingers. Ranged directly in our path was +a barricade of the cubes and upon them we were racing +like a flying battering-ram. Involuntarily I closed my eyes +against the annihilating impact that seemed inevitable. + +The Thing on which we rode lifted. + +We were soaring at a long angle straight to the top of +the barrier; were upon it, and still with that awful speed +unchecked were hurtling through the blackness over the +shaft of phosphorescence, the ribbon of pale light that I +had watched pierce it and knew now was but another +span of the cubes that but a little before had fled past us. +Beneath the span, on each side of it, I sensed illimitable +void. + +We were over; rushing along in darkness. There began a +mighty tumult, a vast crashing and roaring. The clangor +waxed, beat about us with tremendous strokes of sound. + +Far away was a dim glowing, as of rising sun through +heavy mists of dawn. The mists faded--miles away gleamed +what at first glimpse seemed indeed to be the rising sun; a +gigantic orb, whose lower limb just touched, was sharply, +horizontally cut by the blackness, as though at its base +that blackness was frozen. + +The sun? Reason returned to me; told me this globe +could not be that. + +What was it then? Ra-Harmachis, of the Egyptians, +stripped of his wings, exiled and growing old in the +corridors of the Dead? Or that mocking luminary, the +cold phantom of the God of light and warmth which the +old Norsemen believed was set in their frozen hell to +torment the damned? + +I thrust aside the fantasies, impatiently. But sun or no +sun, light streamed from this orb, light in multicolored, +lanced rays, banishing the blackness through which we +had been flying. + +Closer we came and closer; lighter it grew about us, and +by the growing light I saw that still beside us ran the +abyss. And even louder, more thunderous, became the +clamor. + +At the foot of the radiant disk I glimpsed a luminous +pool. Into it, out of the depths, protruded a tremendous +rectangular tongue, gleaming like gray steel. + +On the tongue an inky shape appeared; it lifted itself +from the abyss, rushed upon the disk and took form. + +Like a gigantic spider it was, squat and horned. For +an instant it was silhouetted against the smiling sphere, +poised itself--and vanished through it. + +Now, not far ahead, silhouetted as had been the spider +shape, blackened into sight a cube and on it Ruth and +Norhala. It seemed to hover, to wait. + +"It's a door," Drake's shout beat thinly in my ears +against the hurricane of sound. + +What I thought had been an orb was indeed a gateway, +a portal; and it was gigantic. + +The light streamed through it, the flaming colors, the +lightning glare, the drifting shadows were all beyond it. +The suggestion of sphere had been an illusion, born of the +darkness in which we were moving and in its own +luminescence. + +And I saw that the steel tongue was a ramp, a slide, +dropping down into the gulf. + +Norhala raised her hands high above her head. Up +from the darkness flew an incredible shape--like a monstrous, +armored flat-backed crab; angled spikes protruded +from it; its huge body was spangled with darting, greenish +flames. + +It swept beneath us and by. On its back were multitudinous +breasts from which issued blinding flashes-- +sapphire blue, emerald green, sun yellow. It hung poised +as had that other nightmare shape, standing out jet black +and colossal, rearing upon columnar legs, whose outlines +were those of alternate enormous angled arrow-points and +lunettes. Swiftly its form shifted; an instant it hovered, +half disintegrate. + +Now I saw spinning spheres and darting cubes and +pyramids click into new positions. The front and side +legs lengthened, the back legs shortened, fitting themselves +plainly to what must be a varying angle of descent +beyond. + +And it was no chimera, no kraken of the abyss. It +was a car made of the Metal Things. I caught again the +flashes and thought that they were jewels or heaps of +shining ores carried by the conscious machine. + +It vanished. In its place hung poised the cube that +bore the enigmatic woman and Ruth. Then they were +gone and we stood where but an instant before they +had been. + +We were high above an ocean of living light--a sea of +incandescent splendors that stretched mile upon uncounted +mile away and whose incredible waves streamed thousands +of feet in air, flew in gigantic banners, in tremendous +streamers, in coruscating clouds of varicolored +flame--as though torn by the talons of a mighty wind. + +My dazzled sight cleared, glare and blaze and searing +incandescence took form, became ordered. Within the +sea of light I glimpsed shapes cyclopean, unnameable. + +They moved slowly, with an awesome deliberateness. +They shone darkly within the flame-woven depths. From +them came the volleys of the lightnings. + +Score upon score of them there were--huge and enigmatic. +Their flaming levins threaded the shimmering veils, +patterned them, as though they were the flying robes of the +very spirit of fire. + +And the tumult was as ten thousand Thors, smiting with +hammers against the enemies of Odin. As a forge upon +whose shouting anvils was being shaped a new world. + +A new world? A metal world! + +The thought spun through my mazed brain, was gone-- +and not until long after did I remember it. For suddenly +all that clamor died; the lightnings ceased; all the flitting +radiances paled and the sea of flaming splendors grew +thin as moving mists. The storming shapes dulled with +them, seemed to darken into the murk. + +Through the fast-waning light and far, far away-- +miles it seemed on high and many, many miles in length +--a broad band of fluorescent amethyst shone. From it +dropped curtains, shimmering, nebulous as the marching +folds of the aurora; they poured, cascaded, from the +amethystine band. + +Huge and purple-black against their opalescence bulked +what at first I thought a mountain, so like was it to one +of those fantastic buttes of our desert Southwest when +their castellated tops are silhouetted against the setting +sun; knew instantly that this was but subconscious striving +to translate into terms of reality the incredible. + +It was a City! + +A city full five thousand feet high and crowned with +countless spires and turrets, titanic arches, stupendous +domes! It was as though the man-made cliffs of lower +New York were raised scores of times their height, +stretched a score of times their length. And weirdly +enough it did suggest those same towering masses of +masonry when one sees them blacken against the twilight +skies. + +The pit darkened as though night were filtering down +into it; the vast, purple-shadowed walls of the city +sparkled out with countless lights. From the crowning +arches and turrets leaped broad filaments of flame, flashing, +electric. + +Was it my straining eyes, the play of the light and +shadow--or were those high-flung excrescences shifting, +changing shape? An icy hand stretched out of the unknown, +stilled my heart. For they were shifting--arches +and domes, turrets and spires; were melting, reappearing +in ferment; like the lightning-threaded, rolling edges of +the thundercloud. + +I wrenched my gaze away; saw that our platform had +come to rest upon a broad and silvery ledge close to the +curving frame of the portal and not a yard from where +upon her block stood Norhala, her arm clasped about the +rigid form of Ruth. I heard a sigh from Ventnor, an +exclamation from Drake. + +Before one of us could cry out to Ruth, the cube glided +to the edge of the shelf, dipped out of sight. + +That upon which we rode trembled and sped after it. + +There came a sickening sense of falling; we lurched +against each other; for the first time the pony whinnied, +fearfully. Then with awful speed we were flying down a +wide, a glistening, a steeply angled ramp into the Pit, +straight toward the half-hidden, soaring escarpments +flashing afar. + +Far ahead raced the Thing on which stood woman and +maid. Their hair streamed behind them, mingled, silken +web of brown and shining veil of red-gold; little clouds +of sparkling corpuscles threaded them, like flitting swarms +of fire-flies; their bodies were nimbused with tiny, flickering +tongues of lavender flame. + +About us, above us, began again to rumble the countless +drums of the thunder. + + + + + +CHAPTER IX + +THE PORTAL +OF FLAME + +It was as though we were on a meteor hurtling +through space. The split air shrieked and shrilled, a +keening barrier against the avalanche of the thunder. +The blast bent us far back on thighs held rigid by the +magnetic grip. + +The pony spread its legs, dropped its head; through +the hurricane roaring its screaming pierced thinly, that +agonizing, terrible lamentation which is of the horse and +the horse alone when the limit of its endurance is +reached. + +Ventnor crouched lower and lower, eyes shielded behind +arms folded over his brows, straining for a glimpse +of Ruth; Drake crouched beside him, bracing him, supporting +him against the tempest. + +Our line of flight became less abrupt, but the speed +increased, the wind-pressure became almost insupportable. +I twisted, dropped upon my right arm, thrust my +head against my shoulder, stared backward. When first I +had looked upon the place I had sensed its immensity; +now I began to realize how vast it must really be--for +already the gateway through which we had come glimmered +far away on high, shrunk to a hoop of incandescent +brass and dwindling fast. + +Nor was it a cavern; I saw the stars, traced with deep +relief the familiar Northern constellations. Pit it might +be, but whatever terror, whatever ordeals were before us, +we would not have to face them buried deep within +earth. There was a curious comfort to me in the thought. + +Suddenly stars and sky were blotted out. + +We had plunged beneath the surface of the radiant sea. + +Lying in the position in which I was, I was sensible of +a diminution of the cyclonic force; the blast streamed +up and over the front of the cube. To me drifted only the +wailings of our flight and the whimpering terror of the +pony. + +I turned my head cautiously. Upon the very edge of +the flying blocks squatted Drake and Ventnor, grotesquely +frog-like. I crawled toward them--crawled, literally, like +a caterpillar; for wherever my body touched the surface +of the cubes the attracting force held it, allowed a creeping +movement only, surface sliding upon surface--and +weirdly enough like a human measuring-worm I looped +myself over to them, + +As my bare palms clung to the Things I realized +with finality that whatever their activation, their life, +they WERE metal. + +There was no mistaking now the testimony of touch. +Metal they were, with a hint upon contact of highly +polished platinum, or at the least of a metal as finely +grained as it. + +Also they had temperature, a curiously pleasant warmth +--the surfaces were, I judged, around ninety-five degrees +Fahrenheit. I looked deep down into the little sparkling +points that were, I knew, organs of sight; they were like +the points of contact of innumerable intersecting crystal +planes. They held strangest paradoxical suggestion of being +close to the surface and still infinite distances away. + +And they were like--what was it they were like?--it +came to me with a distinct shock. + +They were like the galaxies of little aureate and sapphire +stars in the clear gray heavens of Norhala's eyes. + +I crept beside Drake, struck him with my head. + +"Can't move," I shouted. "Can't lift my hands. Stuck +fast--like a fly--just as you said." + +"Drag 'em over your knees," he cried, bending to me. +"It slides 'em out of the attraction." + +Acting as he had suggested I found to my astonishment +I could slip my hands free; I caught his belt, tried to lift +myself by it. + +"No use, Doc." The old grin lightened for a moment +his tense young face. "You'll have to keep praying till +the power's turned off. Nothing here you can slide your +knees on." + +I nodded, waddling close to his side; then sank back on +my haunches to relieve the strain upon my aching leg-muscles. + +"Can you see them ahead, Walter--Ruth and the +woman?" Ventnor turned his anxious eyes toward me. + +I peered into the glimmering murk; shook my head. +I could see nothing. It was indeed, as though the clustered +cubes sped within a bubble of the now wanly glistening +vapors; or rather as though in our passage--as a projectile +does in air--we piled before us a thick wave of the mists +which streaming along each side, closing in behind, obscured +all that lay around. + +Yet I had, persistently, the feeling that beyond these +shroudings was vast and ordered movement; marchings +and counter-marchings of hosts greater even than those +Golden Hordes of Genghis which ages agone had washed +about the outer bases of the very peaks that hid this +place. Came, too, flitting shadowings of huge shapes, unnameable, +moving swiftly beside our way; gleamings that thrust themselves +through the veils like wheeling javelins of flame. + +And always, always, everywhere that constant movement, +rhythmic, terrifying--like myriads of feet of +creatures of an unseen, stranger world marking time just +outside the threshold of our own. Preparing, DRILLING +there in some wide vestibule of space between the known +and the unknown, alert and menacing--poised for the +signal which would send them pouring over it. + + +Once again I seemed to stand upon the brink of an abyss +of incredible revelation, striving helplessly, struggling for +realization--and so struggling became aware that our +speed was swiftly slackening, the roaring blast dying down, +the veils before us thinning. + +They cleared away. I saw Drake and Ventnor +straighten up; raised myself to my own aching knees. + +We were at one end of a vortex, a funneling within the +radiant vapors; a funnel whose further end a mile ahead +broadened out into a huge circle, its mistily outlined +edges impinging upon the towering scarp of the--city. +It was as though before us lay, upon its side, a cone of +crystalline clear air against whose curved sides some +radiant medium heavier than air, lighter than water, +pressed. + +The top arc of its prostrate base reached a thousand +feet or more up the precipitous wall; above it all was +hidden in sparkling nebulosities that were like still clouds +of greenly glimmering fire-flies. Back from the curving +sides of this cone, above it and below it, the pressing +luminosities stretched into, it seemed, infinite distances. + +Through them, suddenly, thousands of bright beams +began to dart, to dance, weaving and interweaving, shooting +hither and yon--like myriads of great searchlights +in a phosphorescent sea fog, like countless lances of the +aurora thrusting through its own iridescent veils! And +in the play of these beams was something appallingly +ordered, appallingly rhythmic. + +It was--how can I describe it?--PURPOSEFUL; purposeful +as the geometric shiftings of the Little Things of the +ruins, of the summoning song of Norhala, of the Protean +changes of the Smiting Shape and the Following Thing; +and like all of these it was as laden with that baffling +certainty of hidden meanings, of messages that the brain +recognized as such yet knew it never could read. + +The rays seemed to spring upward from the earth. Now +they were like countless lances of light borne by marching +armies of Titans; now they crossed and angled and +flew as though they were clouds of javelins hurled by +battling swarms of the Genii of Light. And now they +stood upright while through them, thrusting them aside, +bending them, passed vast, vague shapes like mountains +forming and dissolving; like darkening monsters of some +world of light pushing through thick forests of slender, +high-reaching trees of cold flame; shifting shadows of +monstrous chimerae slipping through jungles of bamboo +with trunks of diamond fire; phantasmal leviathans swimming +through brakes of giant reeds of radiance rising +from the sparking ooze of a sea of star shine. + +Whence came the force, the mechanism that produced +this cone of clarity, this NOT searchlight, but unlight in the +midst of light? Not from behind, that was certain--for +turning I saw that behind us the mist was as thick. I +turned again--it came to me, why I knew not, yet with +an absolute certainty, that the energy, the force emanated +from the distant wall itself. + +The funnel, the cone, did not expand from where we +were standing, now motionless. + +It began at the wall and focused upon us. + +Within the great circle the surface of the wall was +smooth, utterly blank; upon it was no trace of those flitting +lights we had seen before we had plunged down toward the +radiant sea. It shone with a pale blue phosphorescence. It +was featureless, smooth, a blind cliff of polished, blue +metal--and that was all. + +"Ruth!" groaned Ventnor. "Where is she?" + +Aghast at my mental withdrawal from him, angry at +myself for my callousness, awkwardly I tried to crawl over +to him, to touch him, comfort him as well as I might. + +And then, as though his cry had been a signal, the +great cone began to move. Slowly the circled base slipped +down the shimmering facades; down, steadily down; I realized +that we had paused at the edge of some steep declivity, +for the bottom of the cone was now at a decided +angle while the upper edge of the circle had dropped a full +two hundred feet below the place where it had rested-- +and still it fell. + + +There came a gasp of relief from Ventnor, a sigh from +Drake while, from my own heart, a weight rolled. Not ten +yards ahead of us and still deep within the luminosity +had appeared the regal head of Norhala, the lovely head +of Ruth. The two rose out of the glow like swimmers +floating from the depths. Now they were clear before us, +and now we could see the surface of the cube on which +they rode. + +But neither turned to us; each stared straightly, motionless +along the axis of the sinking cone, the woman's left +arm holding Ruth close to her side. + +Drake's hand caught my shoulder in a grip that hurt-- +nor did he need to point toward that which had wrung the +exclamation from him. The funnel had broken from its +slow falling; it had made one swift, startling drop and +had come to rest. Its recumbent side was now flattened into +a triangular plane, widening from the narrow tip in which +we stood to all of five hundred feet where its base rested +against the blue wall, and falling at a full thirty-degree +pitch. + +The misty-edged circle had become an oval, a flattened +ellipse another five hundred feet high and three times that +in length. And in its exact center, shining forth as though +it opened into a place of pale azure incandescence was +another rectangular Cyclopean portal. + +On each side of it, in the apparently solid face of the +gleaming, metallic cliffs, a slit was opening. + +They began as thin lines a hundred yards in height +through which the intense light seemed to hiss; quickly they +opened--widening like monstrous cat pupils until at last, +their widening ceasing, they glared forth, the blue incandescence +gushing from them like molten steel from an +opened sluice. + +Deep within them I sensed a movement. Scores of towering +shapes swam within and glided out of them, each reflecting +the vivid light as though they themselves were incandescent. +Around their crests spun wide and flaming coronets. + +They rushed forth, wheeling, whirling, driven like leaves +in a whirlwind. Out they swirled from the cat's eyes of the +glimmering wall, these dervish obelisks crowded with spinning +fires. They vanished in the mists. Instantly with their +going, the eyes contracted; were but slits; were gone. And +before us within the oval was only the waiting portal. + +The leading block leaped forward. As abruptly, those +that bore us followed. Again under that strain of projectile +flight we clutched each other; the pony screamed in terror. +The metal cliff rushed to meet us like a thunder cloud of +steel; the portal raced upon us--a square mouth of cold +blue flame. + +And into it we swept; were devoured by it. + +Light in blinding, intolerable flood beat about us, blackening +the sight with agony. We pressed, the three of us, +against the side of the pony, burying our faces in its +shaggy coat, striving to hide our eyes from the radiance +which, strain closely as we might, seemed to pierce through +the body of the little beast, through our own heads, searing +the sight. + + + + + +CHAPTER X + +"WITCH! GIVE BACK +MY SISTER" + +How long we were within that glare I do not know; it +seemed unending hours; it was of course only minutes-- +seconds, perhaps. Then I was sensible of a permeating +shadow, a darkness gentle and healing. + +I raised my head and opened my eyes. We were moving +tranquilly, with a curious suggestion of homing leisureliness, +through a soft, blue shimmering darkness. It was as though +we were drifting within some high borderland of light; a +region in which that rapid vibration we call the violet was +mingled with a still more rapid vibration whose quick pulsing +was felt by the brain but ever fled ere that brain +could register it in terms of color. And there seemed to be +a film over my sight; dazzlement from the unearthly blaze, +I thought, shaking my head impatiently. + +My eyes focused upon an object a little more than a foot +away; my neck grew rigid, my scalp prickled while I stared, +unbelieving. And that at which I stared was--a skeleton +hand. Every bone a grayish black, sharply silhouetted, clean +as some master surgeon's specimen, it was extended as +though clutching at--clutching at--what was that toward +which it was reaching? + +Again the icy prickling over scalp and skin--for its +talons stretched out to grasp a steed that Death himself +might have ridden, a rack whose bare skull hung drooping +upon bent vertebrae. + +I raised my hands to my face to shut out the ghostly +sight--and swiftly the clutching bony hand moved toward +me--was before my eyes--touched me. + +The cry that sheer horror wrested from me was strangled +by realization. And so acute was my relief, so reassuring +was it to have in the midst of these mysteries some sane, +understandable thing occur that I laughed aloud. + +For the skeleton hand was my own. The mournful +ghastly mount of death was--our pony. And when I +looked again I knew what I would see--and see them I +did--two tall skeletons, skulls resting on their bony arms, +leaning against the frame of the beast. + +While ahead of us, floating poised upon the surface of +the glistening cube, were two women skeletons--Ruth and +Norhala! + +Weird enough was the sight. Dureresque, grimly awful +as materialization of a scene of the Dance Macabre--and +yet--vastly comforting. + +For here was something which was well within the +range of human knowledge. It was the light about us that +did it; a vibration that even as I conjectured, was within +the only partly explored region of the ultraviolet and the +comparatively unexplored region above it. + +Yet there were differences, for there was none of that +misty halo around the bones, the flesh which the X-rays +cannot render wholly invisible. The skeletons stood out +clean cut, with no trace of fleshly vestments. + +I crept over, spoke to the two. + +"Don't look up yet," I said. "Don't open your eyes. We're +going through a queer light. It has an X-ray quality. You're +going to see me as a skeleton--" + +"What?" shouted Drake. Disobeying my warning he +straightened, glared at me. And disquieting as the spectacle +had been before, fully understanding it as I did, I +could not restrain my shudder at the utter weirdness of +that skull which was his head thrusting itself toward me. + +The skeleton that was Ventnor turned to me; was arrested +by the sight of the flitting pair ahead. I saw the +fleshless jaws clamp, then opened to speak. + +Abruptly, upon the skeletons in front the flesh dropped +back. Girl and woman stood there once again robed in +beauty. + +So swift was that transition from the grisly unreal to the +normal that even to my unsuperstitious mind it smacked +of necromancy. The next instant the three of us stood +looking at each other, clothed once more in the flesh, and +the pony no longer the steed of death, but our shaggy, +patient little companion. + +The light had changed; the high violet had gone from +it, and it was shot with yellow gleamings like fugitive +sunbeams. We were passing through a wide corridor that +seemed to be unending. The yellow light grew stronger. + +"That light wasn't exactly the Roentgen variety," Drake +interrupted my absorption in our surroundings. "And I +hope to God it's as different as it seemed. If it's not we +may be up against a lot of trouble." + +"More trouble than we're in?" I asked, a trifle satirically. + +"X-ray burns," he answered, "and no way to treat them +in this place--if we live to want treatment," he ended +grimly. + +"I don't think we were subjected to their action long +enough--" I began, and was silent. + +The corridor had opened without warning into a place +for whose immensity I have no images that are adequate. +It was a chamber that was vaster than ten score +of the Great Halls of Karnac in one; great as that fabled +hall in dread Amenti where Osiris sits throned between +the Searcher of Hearts and the Eater of Souls, judging the +jostling hosts of the newly dead. + +Temple it was in its immensity, and its solemn vastness +--but unlike any temple ever raised by human toil. In no +ruin of earth's youth giants' work now crumbling under the +weight of time had I ever sensed a shadow of the strangeness +with which this was instinct. No--nor in the shattered +fanes that once had held the gods of old Egypt, nor in +the pillared shrines of Ancient Greece, nor Imperial Rome, +nor mosque, basilica nor cathedral. + +All these had been dedicated to gods which, whether +created by humanity as science believes, or creators of +humanity as their worshippers believed, still held in them +that essence we term human. + +The spirit, the force, that filled this place had in it +nothing, NOTHING of the human. + +No place? Yes, there was one--Stonehenge. Within that +monolithic circle I had felt a something akin to this, as +inhuman; a brooding spirit stony, stark, unyielding--as +though not men but a people of stone had raised the great +Menhirs. + +This was a sanctuary built by a people of metal! + +It was filled with a soft yellow glow like pale sunshine. +Up from its floor arose hundreds of tremendous, square +pillars down whose polished sides the crocus light seemed +to flow. + +Far, far as the gaze could reach, the columns marched, +oppressively ordered, appallingly mathematical. From +their massiveness distilled a sense of power, mysterious, +mechanical yet--living; something priestly, hierophantic-- +as though they were guardians of a shrine. + +Now I saw whence came the light suffusing this place. +High up among the pillars floated scores of orbs that shone +like pale gilt frozen suns. Great and small, through all the +upper levels these strange luminaries gleamed, fixed and +motionless, hanging unsupported in space. Out from their +shining spherical surfaces darted rays of the same pale gold, +rigid, unshifting, with the same suggestion of frozen stillness. + +"They look like big Christmas-tree stars," muttered +Drake. + +"They're lights," I answered. "Of course they are. They're +not matter--not metal, I mean--" + +"There's something about them like St. Elmo's fire, witch +lights--condensations of atmospheric electricity," Ventnor's +voice was calm; now that it was plain we were nearing +the heart of this mystery in which we were enmeshed +he had clearly taken fresh grip, was again his observant, +scientific self. + +We watched, once more silent; and indeed we had spoken +little since we had begun that ride whose end we sensed +close. In the unfolding of enigmatic happening after happening +the mind had deserted speech and crouched listening at +every door of sight and hearing to gather some clue to causes, +some thread of understanding. + +Slowly now we were gliding through the forest of pillars; +so effortless, so smooth our flight that we seemed to be +standing still, the tremendous columns flitting past us, turning +and wheeling around us, dizzyingly. My head swam +with the mirage motion, I closed my eyes. + +"Look," Drake was shaking me. "Look. What do you +make of that?" + +Half a mile ahead the pillars stopped at the edge of a +shimmering, quivering curtain of green luminescence. +High, high up past the pale gilt suns its smooth folds ran, +into the golden amber mist that canopied the columns. + +In its sparkling was more than a hint of the dancing +corpuscles of the aurora; it was, indeed, as though woven +of the auroral rays. And all about it played shifting, +tremulous shadows formed by the merging of the golden light +with the curtain's emerald gleaming. + +Up to its base swept the cube that bore Ruth and Norhala +--and stopped. From it leaped the woman, and drew +Ruth down beside her, then turned and gestured toward +us. + +That upon which we rode drew close. I felt it quiver +beneath me; felt on the instant, the magnetic grip drop +from me, angle downward and leave me free. Shakily I +arose from aching knees, and saw Ventnor flash down and +run, rifle in hand, toward his sister. + +Drake bent for his gun. I moved unsteadily toward the +side of the clustered cubes. There came a curious pushing +motion driving me to the edge. Sliding over upon me came +Drake and the pony-- + +The cube tilted, gently, playfully--and with the slightest +of jars the three of us stood beside it on the floor, we +two men gaping at it in renewed wonder, and the little +beast stretching its legs, lifting its feet and whinnying with +relief. + +Then abruptly the four blocks that had been our steed +broke from each other; that which had been the woman's +glided to them. + +The four clicked into place behind it and darted from +sight. + +"Ruth!" Ventnor's voice was vibrant with his fear. +"Ruth! What is wrong with you? What has she done to +you?" + +We ran to his side. He stood clutching her hands, searching +her eyes. They were wide, unseeing, dream filled. Upon +her face the calm and stillness, which were mirrored +reflections of Norhala's unearthly tranquillity, had deepened. + +"Brother." The sweet voice seemed far away, drifting +out of untroubled space, an echo of Norhala's golden chimings +--"Brother, there is nothing wrong with me. Indeed +--all is--well with me--brother." + +He dropped the listless palms, faced the woman, tall +figure tense, drawn with mingled rage and anguish. + +"What have you done to her?" he whispered in Norhala's +own tongue. + +Her serene gaze took him in, undisturbed by his anger +save for the faintest shadow of wonder, of perplexity. + +"Done?" she repeated, slowly. "I have stilled all that was +troubled within her--have lifted her above sorrow. I have +given her the peace--as I will give it to you if--" + +"You'll give me nothing," he interrupted fiercely; then, +his passion breaking through all restraint--"Yes, you +damned witch--you'll give me back my sister!" + +In his rage he had spoken English; she could not, of +course, have understood the words, but their anger and +hatred she did understand. Her serenity quivered, broke. +The strange stars within her eyes began to glitter forth as +they had when she had summoned the Smiting Thing. Unheeding, +Ventnor thrust out a hand, caught her roughly by one bare, +lovely shoulder. + +"Give her back to me, I say!" he cried. "Give her back +to me!" + +The woman's eyes grew--awful. Out of the distended +pupils the strange stars blazed; upon her face was +something of the goddess outraged. I felt the shadow of +Death's wings. + +"No! No--Norhala! No, Martin!" the veils of inhuman +calm shrouding Ruth were torn; swiftly the girl we knew +looked out from them. She threw herself between the two, +arms outstretched. + +"Ventnor!" Drake caught his arms, held them tight; +"that's not the way to save her!" + +Ventnor stood between us, quivering, half sobbing. +Never until then had I realized how great, how absorbing +was that love of his for Ruth. And the woman +saw it, too, even though dimly; envisioned it humanly. +For, under the shock of human passion, that which I +thought then as utterly unknown to her as her cold +serenity was to us, the sleeping soul--I use the popular +word for those emotional complexes that are peculiar to +mankind--stirred, awakened. + +Wrath fled from her knitted brows; her eyes dropping to +the girl, lost their dreadfulness; softened. She turned them +upon Ventnor, they brooded upon him; within their depths +a half-troubled interest, a questioning. + +A smile dawned upon the exquisite face, humanizing it, +transfiguring it, touching with tenderness the sweet and +sleeping mouth--as a hovering dream the lips of the +slumbering maid. + +And on the face of Ruth, as upon a mirror, I watched +that same slow, understanding tenderness reflected! + +"Come," said Norhala, and led the way through the +sparkling curtains. As she passed, an arm around Ruth's +neck, I saw the marks of Ventnor's fingers upon her white +shoulder, staining its purity, marring it like a blasphemy. + +For an instant I hung behind, watching their figures +grow misty within the shining shadows; then followed +hastily. Entering the mists I was conscious of a pleasant +tingling, an acceleration of the pulse, an increase of that +sense of well-being which, I grew suddenly aware, had +since the beginning of our strange journey minimized the +nervous attrition of constant contact with the abnormal. + +Striving to classify, to reduce to order, my sensations +I drew close to the others, overtaking them in a dozen +paces. A dozen paces more and we stepped out of the +curtainings. + + + + + +CHAPTER XI + +THE METAL +EMPEROR + +We stood at the edge of a well whose walls were of +that same green vaporous iridescence through which we +had just come, but finer grained, compact; as though here +the corpuscles of which they were woven were far closer +spun. Thousands of feet above us the mighty cylinder uprose, +and in the lessened circle that was its mouth I +glimpsed the bright stars; and knew by this it opened into +the free air. + +All of half a mile in diameter was this shaft, and ringed +regularly along its height by wide amethystine bands-- +like rings of a hollow piston. They were, in color, replicas +of that I had glimpsed before our descent into this place +and against whose gleaming cataracts the outlines of the +incredible city had lowered. And they were in motion, +spinning smoothly, and swiftly. + +Only one swift glance I gave them, my eyes held by a +most extraordinary--edifice--altar--machine--I could not +find the word for it--then. + +Its base was a scant hundred yards from where we had +paused and concentric with the sides of the pit. It stood +upon a thick circular pedestal of what appeared to be +cloudy rock crystal supported by hundreds of thick rods +of the same material. + +Up from it lifted the structure, a thing of glistening +cones and spinning golden disks; fantastic yet disquietingly +symmetrical; bizarre as an angled headdress worn by a +mountainous Javanese god--yet coldly, painfully mathematical. +In every direction the cones pointed, seemingly +interwoven of strands of metal and of light. + +What was their color? It came to me--that of the +mysterious element which stains the sun's corona, that +diadem seen only when our day star is in eclipse; the +unknown element which science has named coronium, +which never yet has been found on earth and that may be +electricity in its one material form; electricity that is +ponderable; force whose vibrations are keyed down to +mass; power transmuted into substance. + +Thousands upon thousands the cones bristled, pyramiding +to the base of one tremendous spire that tapered up almost +to the top of the shaft itself. + +In their grouping the mind caught infinite calculations +carried into infinity; an apotheosis of geometry compassing +the rhythms of unknown spatial dimensions; concentration +of the equations of the star hordes. + +The mathematics of the Cosmos. + +From the left of the crystalline base swept an enormous +sphere. It was twice the height of a tall man, and it +was a paler blue than any of these Things I had seen, +almost, indeed, an azure; different, too, in other subtle, +indefinable ways. + +Behind it glided a pair of the pyramidal shapes, their +pointed tips higher by a yard or more than the top of +the sphere. They paused--regarding us. Out from the +opposite arc of the crystal pedestal moved six other globes, +somewhat smaller than the first and of a deep purplish +luster. + +They separated, lining up on each side of the leader +now standing a little in advance of the twin tetrahedrons, +rigid and motionless as watching guards. + +There they stood--that enigmatic row, intent, studying +us beneath their god or altar or machine of cones and +disks within their cylinder walled with light. + +And at that moment there crystallized within my consciousness +the sublimation of all the strangenesses of +all that had gone before, a panic loneliness as though I +had wandered into an alien world--a world as unfamiliar +to humanity, as unfamiliar with it as our own would seem +to a thinking, mobile crystal adrift among men. + +Norhala raised her white arms in salutation; from her +throat came a lilting theme of her weirdly ordered, golden +chanting. Was it speech, I wondered; and if so--prayer +or entreaty or command? + +The great sphere quivered and undulated. Swifter than +the eye could follow it dilated; opened! + +Where the azure globe had been, flashed out a disk of +flaming splendors, the very secret soul of flowered flame! +And simultaneously the pyramids leaped up and out behind +it--two gigantic, four-rayed stars blazing with cold +blue fires. + +The green auroral curtainings flared out, ran with +streaming radiance--as though some Spirit of Jewels had +broken bonds of enchantment and burst forth jubilant, +flooding the shaft with its freed glories. Norhala's song +ceased; an arm dropped down upon the shoulders of Ruth. + +Then woman and girl began to float toward the radiant +disk. + +As one, the three of us sprang after them. I felt a +shock that was like a quick, abrupt tap upon every nerve +and muscle, stiffening them into helpless rigidity. + +Paralyzing that sharp, unseen contact had been, but +nothing of pain followed it. Instead it created an +extraordinary acuteness of sight and hearing, an abnormal keying +up of the observational faculties, as though the energy so +mysteriously drawn from our motor centers had been +thrown back into the sensory. + +I could take in every minute detail of the flashing +miracle of gemmed fires and its flaming ministers. Halfway +between them and us Norhala and Ruth drifted; I +could catch no hint of voluntary motion on their part and +knew that they were not walking, but were being borne +onward by some manifestation of that same force which +held us motionless. + +I forgot them in my contemplation of the Disk. + +It was oval, twenty feet in height, I judged, and twelve +in its greatest width. A broad band, translucent as sun +golden chrysolite, ran about its periphery. + +Set within this zodiac and spaced at mathematically +regular intervals were nine ovoids of intensely living light. +They shone like nine gigantic cabochon cut sapphires; they +ranged from palest, watery blue up through azure and +purple and down to a ghostly mauve shot with sullen undertones +of crimson. + +In each of them was throned a flame that seemed the +very fiery essence of vitality. + +The--BODY--was convex, swelling outward like the +boss of a shield; shimmering rosy-gray and crystalline. +From the vital ovoids ran a pattern of sparkling threads, +irised and brilliant as floss of molten jewels; converging +with interfacings of spirals, of volutes and of triangles into +the nucleus. + +And that nucleus, what was it? + +Even now I can but guess--brain in part as we understand +brain, certainly; but far, far more than that in +its energies, its powers. + +It was like an immense rose. An incredible rose of a +thousand close clustering petals. It blossomed with a +myriad shifting hues. And instant by instant the flood of +varicolored flame that poured into its petalings down from +the sapphire ovoids waxed and waned in crescendoes and +diminuendoes of relucent harmonies--ecstatic, awesome. + +The heart of the rose was a star of incandescent ruby. + +From the flaming crimson center to aureate, flashing penumbra +it was instinct with and poured forth power--power vast and +conscious. + +Not with that same completeness could I realize the +ministering star shapes, half hidden as they were by the +Disk. Their radiance was less, nor had they its miracle of +pulsing gem fires. Blue they were, blue of a peculiar vibrancy, +and blue were the glistening threads that ran +down from blue-black circular convexities set within each +of the points visible to me. + +Unlike in shape, their flame of vitality dimmer than the +ovoids of the Disk's golden zone, still I knew that they +were even as those--ORGANS, organs of unknown senses, unknown +potentialities. Their nuclei I could not observe. + +The floating figures had drawn close to that disk and had +paused. + +And on the moment of their pausing I felt a surge of +strength, a snapping of the spell that had bound us, an +instantaneous withdrawal of the inhibiting force. Ventnor +broke into a run, holding his rifle at the alert. We raced +after him; were close to the shining shapes. And, gasping, +we stopped short not a dozen paces away. + +For Norhala had soared up toward the flaming rose of +the Disk as though lifted by gentle, unseen hands. Close +to it for an instant she swung. I saw the exquisite body +gleam through her thin robes as though bathed in soft +flames of rosy pearl. + +Higher she floated, and toward the right of the zodiac. +From the edges of three of the ovoids swirled a little +cloud of tentacles, gossamer filaments of opal. They +whipped out a full yard from the Disk's surface, touching +her, caressing her. + +For a moment she hung there, her face hidden from us; +then was dropped softly to her feet and stood, arms +stretched wide, her copper hair streaming cloudily about +her regal head. + +And up past her floated Ruth, levitated as had been she +--and her face, ecstatic as though she were gazing into +Paradise, yet drenched with the tranquillity of the infinite. +Her wide eyes stared up toward that rose of splendors +through which the pulsing colors now raced more +swiftly. She hung poised before it while around her head +a faint aureole began to form. + +Again the gossamer threads thrust forth, searched her. +They ran over her rough clothing--perplexedly. They coiled +about her neck, stole through her hair, brushed shut her +eyes, circled her brow, her breasts, girdled her. + +Weirdly was it like some intelligence observing, studying, +some creature of another species--puzzled by its similarity +and unsimilarity with the one other creature of its +kind it knew, and striving to reconcile those differences. +And like such a questioning brain calling upon others +for counsel, it swung Ruth upward to the watching star +at the right. + +A rifle shot rang out. + +Another--the reports breaking the silence like a profanation. +Unseen by either of us, Ventnor had slipped +to one side where he could cover the core of ruby flame +that must have seemed to him the heart of the Disk's +rose of fire. He knelt a few yards away, white lipped, eyes +cold gray ice, sighting carefully for a third shot. + +"Don't! Martin--don't fire!" I shouted, leaping toward +him. + +"Stop! Ventnor--" Drake's panic cry mingled with my +own. + +But before we could reach him, Norhala flew to him, +like a darting swallow. Down the face of the Disk glided +the upright body of Ruth, struck softly, stood swaying. + +And out of the blue-black convexity within a star point +of one of the opened pyramids a lance of intense green +flame darted, a lightning bolt as real as any hurled by +tempest, upon Ventnor. + +The shattered air closed behind the streaming spark +with the sound of breaking glass. + +It struck--Norhala. + +It struck her. It seemed to splash upon her, to run down +her like water. One curling tongue writhed over her bare +shoulder and leaped to the barrel of the rifle in Ventnor's +hands. It flashed up it and licked him. The gun was torn +from his grip, hurled high in air, exploding as it went. He +leaped convulsively from his knees and dropped. + +I heard a wailing, low, bitter and heartbroken. Past +us ran Ruth, all dream, all unearthliness gone from a face +now a tragic mask of human woe and terror. She threw +herself down beside her brother, felt of his heart; then +raised herself upon her knees and thrust out supplicating +hands to the shapes. + +"Don't hurt him any more! He didn't mean it!" she cried +out to them piteously--like a child. She reached up, caught +one of Norhala's hands. "Norhala--don't let them kill him. +Don't let them hurt him any more. Please!" she sobbed. + +Beside me I heard Drake cursing. + +"If they touch her I'll kill the woman! I will, by God I +will!" He strode to Norhala's side. + +"If you want to live, call off these devils of yours." His +voice was strangled. + +She looked at him, wonder deepening on the tranquil +brow, in the clear, untroubled gaze. Of course she could +not understand his words--but it was not that which +made my own sick apprehension grow. + +It was that she did not understand what called them +forth. Did not even understand what reason lay behind +Ruth's sorrow, Ruth's prayer. + +And more and more wondering grew in her eyes as +she looked from the threatening Drake to the supplicating +Ruth, and from them to the still body of Ventnor. + +"Tell her what I say, Goodwin. I mean it." + +I shook my head. That was not the way, I knew. I +looked toward the Disk, still flanked with its sextette of +spheres, still guarded by the flaming blue stars. They were +motionless, calm, watching. I sensed no hostility, no anger; +it was as though they were waiting for us to--to-- +waiting for us to do what? + +It came to me--they were indifferent. That was it--as +indifferent as we could be to the struggle of an ephemera; +and as mildly curious. + +"Norhala," I turned to the woman, "she would not have +him suffer; she would not have him die. She loves him." + +"Love?" she repeated, and all of her wonderment seemed +crystallized in the word. "Love?" she asked. + +"She loves him," I said; and then, why I did not know, +but I added, pointing to Drake: "and he loves her." + +There was a tiny, astonished sob from Ruth. Again +Norhala brooded over her. Then with a little despairing +shake of her head, she paced over and faced the great Disk. + + +Tensely we waited. Communication there was between +them, interchange of--thought; how carried out I would +not hazard even to myself. + +But of a surety these two--the goddess woman, the +wholly unhuman shape of metal, of jeweled fires and +conscious force--understood each other. + +For she turned, stood aside--and the body of Ventnor +quivered, arose from the floor, stood upright and with +closed eyes, head dropping upon one shoulder, glided toward +the Disk like a dead man carried by those messengers +never seen by man who, the Arabs believe, bear the death +drugged souls before Allah for their awakening. + +Ruth moaned and hid her eyes; Drake reached down, +gathered her up in his arms, held her close. + +Ventnor's body stood before the Disk, then swam up +along its face. The tendrils waved out, felt of it, thrust +themselves down through the wide collar of the shirt. The +floating form passed higher, over the edge of the Disk; lay +high beside the right star point of the rayed shape to +which Ruth had been passing when Ventnor's shot brought +the tragedy upon us. I saw other tentacles whip forth, +examine, caress. + +Then down the body swung, was borne through air, laid +gently at our feet. + +"He is not--dead," it was Norhala beside me; she lifted +Ruth's face from Drake's breast. "He will not die. It may +be he will walk again. They can not help," there was a +shadow of apology in her tones. "They did not know. They +thought it was the"--she hesitated as though at loss for +words--"the--the Fire Play." + +"The Fire Play?" I gasped. + +"Yes," she nodded. "You shall see it. And now I will take +him to my house. You are safe--now, nor need you +trouble. For he has given you to me." + +"Who has given us to you--Norhala?" I asked, as calmly +as I could. + +"He"--she nodded to the Disk, then spoke the phrase +that was both ancient Assyria's and ancient Persia's +title for their all-conquering rulers, and that meant--"the +King of Kings. The Great King, Master of Life and +Death." + +She took Ruth from Drake's arms, pointing to Ventnor. + +"Bear him," she commanded, and led the way back +through the walls of light. + +As we lifted the body, I slipped my hand through the +shirt, felt at the heart. Faint was the pulsation and slow, +but regular. + +Close to the encircling vapors I cast one look behind +me. The shapes stood immobile, flashing disks, gigantic +radiant stars and the six great spheres beneath their +geometric super-Euclidean god or shrine or machine of +interwoven threads of luminous force and metal--still +motionless, still watching. + +We emerged into the place of pillars. There stood the +hooded pony and its patience, its uncomplaining acceptance +of its place as servant to man brought a lump into +my throat, salved, I suppose, my human vanity, abased as +it had been by the colossal indifference of those things +to which we were but playthings. + +Again Norhala sent forth her call. Out of the maze +glided her quintette of familiars; again the four clicked +into one. Upon its top we lifted, Drake ascending first, the +pony; then the body of Ventnor. + +I saw Norhala lead Ruth to the remaining cube; saw the +girl break away from her, leap beside me, and kneeling at +her brother's head, cradle it against her soft breast. Then +as I found in the medicine case the hypodermic needle +and the strychnine for which I had been searching, I +began my examination of Ventnor. + +The cubes quivered--swept away through the forest of +columns. + +We crouched, the three of us, blind to anything that lay +about us, heedless of whatever road of wonders we were +on, striving to strengthen in Ventnor the spark of life so +near extinction. + + + + + +CHAPTER XII + +"I WILL GIVE +YOU PEACE" + +In our concentration upon Ventnor none of us +had given thought to the passing of time, nor where we +were going. We stripped him to the waist, and while +Ruth massaged head and neck, Drake's strong fingers +kneaded chest and abdomen. I had used to the utmost my +somewhat limited medical knowledge. + +We had found no mark nor burn upon him, not even +upon his hands over which had run the licking flame. The +slightly purplish, cyanotic tinge of his skin had given way +to a clear pallor; the skin was itself disquietingly cold, +the blood-pressure only slightly subnormal. The pulse +was more rapid, stronger; the breathing faint but regular, +and with no laboring. The pupils of his eyes were contracted +almost to the point of invisibility. + +I could get no nervous reactions whatever. I am familiar +with the effects of electric shock and know what +to do in such cases, but Ventnor's symptoms, while similar +in part, presented other features unknown to me and most +puzzling. There was a passive automatism, a perplexing +muscular rigidity which caused arms and legs, hands and +head to remain, doll-like, in any position placed. + +Several times during my labors I had been aware of +Norhala gazing down upon us; but she made no effort +to help, nor did she speak. + +Now, my strained attention relaxing, I began to receive +and note impressions from without. There was a different +feeling in the air, a diminution of the magnetic tension; +I smelled the blessed breath of trees and water. + +The light about us was clear and pearly, about the intensity +of the moon at full. Looking back along the way +we had been traveling, I saw a half mile away vertical, +knife-sharp edges of two facing cliffs, the gap between +them a mile or more wide. + +Through them we must have passed, for beyond them +were the radiant mists of the pit of the city, and through +this precipitous gateway filtered the enveloping luminosity. +On each side of us uprose gradually converging and perpendicular +scarps along whose base huddled a sparse foliage. + +There came a low whistle of astonishment from Drake; I +turned. We were slowly gliding toward something that +looked like nothing so much as a huge and shimmering +bubble of mingled sapphire and turquoise, swimming up +from and two-thirds above and the balance still hidden +within earth. It seemed to draw to itself the light, sending +it back with gleamings of the gray-blue of the star sapphire, +with pellucid azures and lazulis like clouded jades, +with glistening peacock iridescences and tender, milky +greens of tropic shallows. + +Little turrets globular and topaz, yellow and pierced +with tiny hexagonal openings clustered about it like baby +bubbles just nestling down to rest. + +Great trees shadowed it, unfamiliar trees among whose +glossy leaves blossomed in wreaths flowers pink and white +as apple-blossoms. From their graceful branches strange +fruits, golden and scarlet and pear-shaped, hung pendulous. + +It was an elfin palace; a goblin dwelling; such a bower as +some mirthful, beauty-loving Jinn King of Jewels might +have built from enchanted hoards for some well-beloved +daughter of earth. + +All of fifty feet in height was the blue globe, and up to +a wide and ovaled entrance ran a broad and shining roadway. +Along this the cubes swept and stopped. + +"My house," murmured Norhala. + +The attraction that had held us to the surface of the +blocks relaxed, angled through changed and assisting lines +of force; the hosts of minute eyes sparkling quizzically, +interestedly, at us, we gently slid Ventnor's body; lifted +down the pony. + +"Enter," sighed Norhala, and waved a welcoming hand. + +"Tell her to wait a minute," ordered Drake. + +He slipped the bandage from off the pony's head, threw +off the saddlebags, and led it to the side of the roadway +where thick, lush grass was growing, spangled with +flowerets. There he hobbled it and rejoined us. Together +we picked up Ventnor and passed slowly through the +portal. + +We stood in a shadowed chamber. The light that filled +it was translucent, and oddly enough with little of the +bluish quality I had expected. Crystalline it was; the +shadows crystalline, too, rigid--like the facets of great +crystals. And as my eyes accustomed themselves I saw +that what I had thought shadows actually were none. + +They were slices of semitransparent stone like pale +moonstones, springing from the curving walls and the high +dome, and bisecting and intersecting the chamber. They +were pierced with oval doorways over which fell glimmering +metallic curtains--silk of silver and gold. + +I glimpsed a pile of this silken stuff near by, and as +we laid our burden upon it Ruth caught my arm with a +little frightened cry. + +Through a curtained oval sidled a figure. + +Black and tall, its long and gnarled arms swung apelike; +its shoulders were distorted, one so much longer than the +other that the hand upon that side hung far below the +knee. + +It walked with a curious, crablike motion. Upon its face +were stamped countless wrinkles and its blackness seemed +less that of pigmentation than the weathering of unbelievable +years, the very stain of ancientness. And about +neither face nor figure was there anything to show +whether it was man or woman. + +From the twisted shoulders a short and sleeveless red +tunic fell. Incredibly old the creature was--and by its +corded muscles, its sinewy tendons, as incredibly powerful. +It raised within me a half sick revulsion, loathing. But +the eyes were not ancient, no. Irisless, lashless, black and +brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web of +wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of +worship. + + +It threw itself at her feet, prostrate, the inordinately +long arms outstretched. + +"Mistress!" it whined in a high and curiously unpleasant +falsetto. "Great lady! Goddess!" + +She stretched out a sandaled foot, touched one of the +black taloned hands, and at the contact I saw a shiver of +ecstasy run through the lank body. "Yuruk--" she began, +and paused, regarding us. + +"The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!" +It was a chant of adoration. + +"Yuruk. Rise. Look upon the strangers." + +The creature--and now I knew what it was--writhed, +twisted, and hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, +hands knuckling the floor. + +By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain +that not till now had the eunuch taken cognizance of us. +The amazement fled, was replaced with a black fire of +malignancy, of hatred--jealousy. + +"Augh!" he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm +toward Ruth. She gave a little cry, cowered against +Drake. + +"None of that!" He struck down the clutching arm. + +"Yuruk!" There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned +voice. "Yuruk, these belong to me. No harm must come +to them. Yuruk--beware!" + +"The goddess commands. Yuruk obeys." If fear quavered +in the words, beneath was more than a trace of a +sullenness, too, sinister enough. + +"That's a nice little playmate for her new playthings," +muttered Drake. "If that bird gets the least bit gay--I +shoot him pronto." He gave Ruth a reassuring hug. "Cheer +up, Ruth. Don't mind that thing. He's something we can +handle." + +Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one +of the curtained ovals and through it, reappearing almost +instantly with a huge platter upon which were fruits, and +a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick porcelain. + +"Eat," she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the +platter at our feet. + +"Hungry?" asked Drake. Ruth shook her head violently. + +"I'm going out for the saddlebags," said Drake. "We'll +use our own stuff--while it lasts. I'm taking no chances on +what the Yuruk lad brings--with all due respect to +Norhala's good intentions." + +He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his +way. + +"We have with us food of our own, Norhala," I explained. +"He goes to get it." + +She nodded indifferently; clapped her hands. Yuruk +shrank back, and out strode Drake. + +"I am weary," sighed Norhala. "The way was long. I +will refresh myself--" + +She stretched out a foot toward Yuruk. He knelt, unlaced +the turquoise bands, drew off the sandals. Her hands +sought her breast, dwelt for an instant there. + +Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as +though reluctant to unclasp her; whispering they fell from +the high and tender breasts, the delicate rounded hips, +and clustered about her feet in soft petalings as of some +flower of pale amber foam. Out of the calyx of that +flower arose the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with +glowing glory of her cloudy hair. + +Naked she was, yet clothed with an unearthly purity, +the purity of the far-flung, serene stars, of the eternal +snows upon some calm, high-flung peak, the tranquil, silver +dawns of spring; protected by some spell of divinity which +chilled and slew the flame of desire. A maiden Ishtar, +a virginal Isis; a woman--yet with no more of woman's +lure than if she had been some exquisite and breathing +statue of mingled ivory and milk of pearls. + +So she stood, indifferent to us who gazed upon her, withdrawn, +musing, as though she had forgotten us. And that +serene indifference, with its entire absence of what we +term sex consciousness, revealed to me once more how +great was the abyss between us and her. + +Slowly she raised her arms, wound the floating tresses +into a coronal. I saw Drake enter with the saddlebags; +saw them drop from hands relaxing under the shock of +this amazing tableau; saw his eyes widen and fill with +wonder and half-awed admiration. + +Now Norhala stepped out of her fallen robes and moved +toward the further wall, Yuruk following. He stooped, +raised an ewer of silver and began gently to pour over +her shoulders its contents. Again and again he bent and +filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which +came the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring. And +again I marveled at the marble smoothness and fineness +of her skin on which the caressing water left tiny silvery +globules, gemming it. The eunuch slithered to one side, +drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted +her dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe +of blue. + +Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching +with her brother's head upon her knees. + +She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; +hesitated as Ruth's face set in a passion of denial. A +shadow of kindness drifted through the wide, mysterious +eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked curiously +down on Ventnor. + +"Bathe," she murmured, and pointed to the pool. "And +rest. No harm shall come to any of you here. And you--" +A hand rested for a moment lightly on the girl's curly +head. "When you desire it--I will again give you--peace!" + +She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, +was hidden beyond them. + + + + + +CHAPTER XIII + +"VOICE FROM +THE VOID" + +Helplessly we looked at each other. Then called forth +perhaps by what she saw in Drake's eyes, perhaps by another +thought, Ruth's cheeks crimsoned, her head drooped; +the web of her hair hid the warm rose of her face, the +frozen pallor of Ventnor's. + +Abruptly, she sprang to her feet. "Walter! Dick! Something's +happening to Martin!" + +Before she had ceased we were beside her; bending over +Ventnor. His mouth was opening, slowly, slowly--with an +effort agonizing to watch. Then his voice came through +lips that scarcely moved; faint, faint as though it floated +from infinite distances, a ghost of a voice whispering with +phantom breath out of a dead throat. + +"Hard--hard! So hard!" the whispering complained. +"Don't know how long I can keep connection--with voice. + +"Was fool to shoot. Sorry--might have gotten you in +worse trouble--but crazy with fear for Ruth--thought, +too, might be worth chance. Sorry--not my usual line--" + +The thin thread of sound ceased. I felt my eyes fill +with tears; it was like Ventnor to flay himself like this +for what he thought stupidity, like him to make this +effort to admit his supposed fault and crave forgiveness +--as like him as that mad attack upon the flaming Disk +in its own temple, surrounded by its ministers, had been +so bafflingly unlike his usual cool, collected self. + +"Martin," I called, bending closer, "it's nothing, old +friend. No one blames you. Try to rouse yourself." + +"Dear," it was Ruth, passionately tender, "it's me. Can +you hear me?" + +"Only speck of consciousness and motionless in the +void," the whisper began again. "Terribly alive, terribly +alone. Seem outside space yet--still in body. Can't see, +hear, feel--short-circuited from every sense--but in some +strange way realize you--Ruth, Walter, Drake. + +"See without seeing--here floating in darkness that is +also light--black light--indescribable. In touch, too, with +these--" + +Again the voice trailed into silence; returned, word and +phrase pouring forth disconnected, with a curious and +turbulent rhythm, like rushing wave crests linked by half-seen +threads of the spindrift, vocal fragments of thought +swiftly assembled by some subtle faculty of the mind as +they fell into a coherent, incredible message. + +"Group consciousness--gigantic--operating within our +sphere--operating also in spheres of vibration, energy, +force--above, below one to which humanity reacts--perception, +command forces known to us--but in greater degree--cognizant, +manipulate unknown energies--senses known to us--unknown--can't +realize them fully--impossible cover, only impinge on contact +points akin to our senses, forces--even these profoundly modified +by additional ones--metallic, crystalline, magnetic, electric-- +inorganic with every power of organic--consciousness basically +same as ours--profoundly changed by differences +in mechanism through which it finds expression--difference +our bodies--theirs. + +"Conscious, mobile--inexorable, invulnerable. Getting +clearer--see more clearly--see--" the voice shrilled out +in a shuddering, thin lash of despair--"No! No--oh, God +--no!" + +Then clearly and solemnly: + +"And God said: let us make men in our image, after +our likeness, and let them have dominion over all the +earth, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the +earth." + +A silence; we bent closer, listening; the still, small voice +took up the thread once more--but clearly further on. +Something we had missed between that text from Genesis +and what we were now hearing; something that even as he +had warned us, he had not been able to articulate. The +whisper broke through clearly in the middle of a sentence. + +"Nor is Jehovah the God of myriads of millions who +through those same centuries, and centuries upon centuries +before them, found earth a garden and grave--and +all these countless gods and goddesses only phantom barriers +raised by man to stand between him and the eternal +forces man's instinct has always warned him are ever in +readiness to destroy. That do destroy him as soon as his +vigilance relaxes, his resistance weakens--the eternal, +ruthless law that will annihilate humanity the instant it +runs counter to that law and turns its will and strength +against itself--" + +A little pause; then came these singular sentences: + +"Weaklings praying for miracles to make easy the path +their own wills should clear. Beggars who whine for alms +from dreams. Shirkers each struggling to place upon his +god the burden whose carrying and whose carrying alone +can give him strength to walk free and unafraid, himself +godlike among the stars." + +And now distinctly, unfalteringly, the voice went on: + +"Dominion over all the earth? Yes--as long as man is +fit to rule; no longer. Science has warned us. Where was +the mammal when the giant reptiles reigned? Slinking +hidden and afraid in the dark and secret places. Yet man +sprang from these skulking beasts. + +"For how long a time in the history of earth has man +been master of it? For a breath--for a cloud's passing. +And will remain master only until something grown +stronger wrests mastery from him--even as he wrested +it from his ravening kind--as they took it from the +reptiles--as did the reptiles from the giant saurians--which +snatched it from the nightmare rulers of the Triassic-- +and so down to whatever held sway in the murk of earth +dawn. + +"Life! Life! Life! Life everywhere struggling for completion! + +"Life crowding other life aside, battling for its moment +of supremacy, gaining it, holding it for one rise and fall +of the wings of time beating through eternity--and then +--hurled down, trampled under the feet of another straining +life whose hour has struck. + +"Life crowding outside every barred threshold in a +million circling worlds, yes, in a million rushing universes; +pressing against the doors, bursting them down, overwhelming, +forcing out those dwellers who had thought themselves so secure. + +"And these--these--" the voice suddenly dropped, became +thickly, vibrantly resonant, "over the Threshold, within +the House of Man--nor does he even dream that his doors +are down. These--Things of metal whose brains are thinking +crystals--Things that suck their strength from the sun +and whose blood is the lightning. + +"The sun! The sun!" he cried. "There lies their weakness!" + +The voice rose in pitch, grew strident. + +"Go back to the city! Go back to the city! Walter-- +Drake. They are not invulnerable. No! The sun--strike +them through the sun! Go into the city--not invulnerable +--the Keeper of the Cones--strike at the Cones when-- +the Keeper of the Cones--ah-h-h-ah--" + +We shrank back appalled, for from the parted, scarcely +moving lips in the unchanging face a gust of laughter, +mad, mocking, terrifying, racked its way. + +"Vulnerable--under the law--even as we! The Cones! + +"Go!" he gasped. A tremor shook him; slowly the mouth +closed. + +"Martin! Brother," wept Ruth. I thrust my hand into his +breast; felt the heart beating, with a curious suggestion of +stubborn, unshakable strength, as though every vital force +had concentrated there as in a beleaguered citadel. + +But Ventnor himself, the consciousness that was Ventnor +was gone; had withdrawn into that subjective void in +which he had said he floated--a lonely sentient atom, his +one line of communication with us cut; severed from us as +completely as though he were, as he had described it, +outside space. + +And Drake and I looked at each other's eyes, neither +daring to be first to break the silence of which the muffled +sobbing of the girl seemed to be the sorrowful soul. + + + + + +CHAPTER XIV + +"FREE! BUT +A MONSTER!" + +The peculiar ability of the human mind to slip so +readily into the refuge of the commonplace after, or even +during, some well-nigh intolerable crisis, has been to me +long one of the most interesting phenomena of our +psychology. + +It is instinctively a protective habit, of course, acquired +through precisely the same causes that had given to animals +their protective coloration--the stripes, say, of the +zebra and tiger that blend so cunningly with the barred +and speckled shadowings of bush and jungle, the twig +and leaflike shapes and hues of certain insects; in fact, +all that natural camouflage which was the basis of the art +of concealment so astonishingly developed in the late war. + +Like the animals of the wild, the mind of man moves +through a jungle--the jungle of life, passing along paths +beaten out by the thought of his countless forefathers in +their progress from birth to death. + +And these paths are bordered and screened, figuratively +and literally, with bush and trees of his own selection, +setting out and cultivation--shelters of the familiar, the +habitual, the customary. + +On these ancestral paths, within these barriers of usage, +man moves hidden and secure as the animals in their +haunts--or so he thinks. + +Outside them lie the wildernesses and the gardens of the +unknown, and man's little trails are but rabbit-runs in an +illimitable forest. + +But they are home to him! + +Therefore it is that he scurries from some open place +of revelation, some storm of emotion, some strength-testing +struggle, back into the shelter of the obvious; +finding it an intellectual environment that demands no +slightest expenditure of mental energy or initiative, +strength to sally forth again into the unfamiliar. + +I crave pardon for this digression. I set it down because +now I remember how, when Drake at last broke the +silence that had closed in upon the passing of that still, +small voice the essence of these thoughts occurred to me. + +He strode over to the weeping girl, and in his voice was +a roughness that angered me until I realized his purpose. + +"Get up, Ruth," he ordered. "He came back once and +he'll come back again. Now let him be and help us get a +meal together. I'm hungry." + +She looked up at him, incredulously, indignation rising. + +"Eat!" she exclaimed. "You can be hungry?" + +"You bet I can--and I am," he answered cheerfully. +"Come on; we've got to make the best of it." + +"Ruth," I broke in gently, "we'll all have to think about +ourselves a little if we're to be of any use to him. You +must eat--and then rest." + +"No use crying in the milk even if it's spilt," observed +Drake, even more cheerfully brutal. "I learned that at the +front where we got so we'd yelp for food even when the +lads who'd been bringing it were all mixed up in it." + +She lifted Ventnor's head from her lap, rested it on the +silks; arose, eyes wrathful, her little hands closed in fists +as though to strike him. + +"Oh--you brute!" she whispered. "And I thought--I +thought--Oh, I hate you!" + +"That's better," said Dick. "Go ahead and hit me if you +want. The madder you get the better you'll feel." + +For a moment I thought she was going to take him at +his word; then her anger fled. + +"Thanks--Dick," she said quietly. + +And while I sat studying Ventnor, they put together a +meal from the stores, brewed tea over the spirit-lamp with +water from the bubbling spring. In these commonplaces I +knew that she at least was finding relief from that strain +of the abnormal under which we had labored so long. To +my surprise I found that I was hungry, and with deep +relief I watched Ruth partake of food and drink even +though lightly. + +About her seemed to hover something of the ethereal, +elusive, and disquieting. Was it the strangely pellucid +light that gave the effect, I wondered; and knew it was not, +for as I scanned her covertly, there fell upon her face that +shadow of inhuman tranquillity, of unearthly withdrawal +which, I guessed, had more than anything else maddened +Ventnor into his attack upon the Disk. + +I watched her fight against it, drive it back. White +lipped, she raised her head and met my gaze. And in her +eyes I read both terror and--shame. + +It came to me that painful as it might be for her the time +for questioning had come. + +"Ruth," I said, "I know it's not necessary to remind +you that we're in a tight place. Every fact and every scrap +of knowledge that we can lay hold of is of the utmost +importance in enabling us to determine our course. + +"I'm going to repeat your brother's question--what did +Norhala do to you? And what happened when you were +floating before the Disk?" + +The blaze of interest in Drake's eyes at these questions +changed to amazement at her stricken recoil from them. + +"There was nothing," she whispered--then defiantly-- +"nothing. I don't know what you mean." + +"Ruth!" I spoke sharply now, in my own perplexity. +"You do know. You must tell us--for his sake." I pointed +toward Ventnor. + + +She drew a long breath. + +"You're right--of course," she said unsteadily. "Only +I--I thought maybe I could fight it out myself. But you'll +have to know it--there's a taint upon me." + +I caught in Drake's swift glance the echo of my own +thrill of apprehension for her sanity. + +"Yes," she said, now quietly. "Some new and alien +thing within my heart, my brain, my soul. It came to me +from Norhala when we rode the flying block, and--he-- +sealed upon me when I was in--his"--again she crimsoned, +"embrace." + +And as we gazed at her, incredulously: + +"A thing that urges me to forget you two--and Martin +--and all the world I've known. That tries to pull me from +you--from all--to drift untroubled in some vast calm +filled with an ordered ecstasy of peace. And whose calling +I want, God help me, oh, so desperately to heed! + +"It whispered to me first," she said, "from Norhala-- +when she put her arm around me. It whispered and then +seemed to float from her and cover me like--like a veil, +and from head to foot. It was a quietness and peace that +held within it a happiness at one and the same time +utterly tranquil and utterly free. + +"I seemed to be at the doorway to unknown ecstasies +--and the life I had known only a dream--and you, all +of you--even Martin, dreams within a dream. You weren't +--real--and you did not--matter." + +"Hypnotism," muttered Drake, as she paused. + +"No." She shook her head. "No--more than that. The +wonder of it grew--and grew. I thrilled with it. I remember +nothing of that ride, saw nothing--except that once +through the peace enfolding me pierced warning that +Martin was in peril, and I broke through to see him +clutching Norhala and to see floating up in her eyes death +for him. + +"And I saved him--and again forgot. Then, when I saw +that beautiful, flaming Shape--I felt no terror, no fear-- +only a tremendous--joyous--anticipation, as though--as +though--" She faltered, hung her head, then leaving that +sentence unfinished, whispered: "and when--it--lifted me +it was as though I had come at last out of some endless +black ocean of despair into the full sun of paradise." + +"Ruth!" cried Drake, and at the pain in his cry she +winced. + +"Wait," she said, and held up a little, tremulous hand. +"You asked--and now you must listen." + +She was silent; and when once more she spoke her voice +was low, curiously rhythmic; her eyes rapt: + +"I was free--free from every human fetter of fear or +sorrow or love or hate; free even of hope--for what was +there to hope for when everything desirable was mine? +And I was elemental; one with the eternal things yet +fully conscious that I was--I. + +"It was as though I were the shining shadow of a star +afloat upon the breast of some still and hidden woodland +pool; as though I were a little wind dancing among the +mountain tops; a mist whirling down a quiet glen; a +shimmering lance of the aurora pulsing in the high solitudes. + +"And there was music--strange and wondrous music +and terrible, but not terrible to me--who was part of it. +Vast chords and singing themes that rang like clusters of +little swinging stars and harmonies that were like the very +voice of infinite law resolving within itself all discords. +And all--all--passionless, yet--rapturous. + +"Out of the Thing that held me, out from its fires +pulsed vitality--a flood of inhuman energy in which I was +bathed. And it was as though this energy were--reassembling +me, fitting me even closer to the elemental things, +changing me fully into them. + +"I felt the little tendrils touching, caressing--then came +the shots. Awakening was--dreadful, a struggling back +from drowning. I saw Martin--blasted. I drove the--the +spell away from me, tore it away. + +"And, O Walter--Dick--it hurt--it hurt--and for a +breath before I ran to him it was like--like coming from +a world in which there was no disorder, no sorrow, no +doubts, a rhythmic, harmonious world of light and music, +into--into a world that was like a black and dirty kitchen. + +"And it's there," her voice rose, hysterically. "It's still +within me--whispering, whispering; urging me away from +you, from Martin, from every human thing; bidding me +give myself up, surrender my humanity. + +"Its seal," she sobbed. "No--HIS seal! An alien consciousness +sealed within me, that tries to make the human +me a slave--that waits to overcome my will--and if I +surrender gives me freedom, an incredible freedom--but +makes me, being still human, a--monster." + +She hid her face in her hands, quivering. + +"If I could sleep," she wailed. "But I'm afraid to sleep. +I think I shall never sleep again. For sleeping how do I +know what I may be when I wake?" + +I caught Drake's eye; he nodded. I slipped my hand +down into the medicine-case, brought forth a certain potent +and tasteless combination of drugs which I carry upon +explorations. + +I dropped a little into her cup, then held it to her lips. +Like a child, unthinking, she obeyed and drank. + +"But I'll not surrender." Her eyes were tragic. "Never +think it! I can win--don't you know I can?" + +"Win?" Drake dropped down beside her, drew her toward him. +"Bravest girl I've known--of course you'll win. +And remember this--nine-tenths of what you're thinking +now is purely over-wrought nerves and weariness. You'll +win--and we'll win, never doubt it." + +"I don't," she said. "I know it--oh, it will be hard--but I +will--I will--" + + + + + +CHAPTER XV + +THE HOUSE +OF NORHALA + +Her eyes closed, her body relaxed; the potion had +done its work quickly. We laid her beside Ventnor on the +pile of silken stuffs, covered them both with a fold, then +looked at each other long and silently--and I wondered +whether my face was as grim and drawn as his. + +"It appears," he said at last, curtly, "that it's up to you +and me for powwow quick. I hope you're not sleepy." + +"I am not," I answered as curtly; the edge of nerves in +his manner of questioning doing nothing to soothe my +own, "and even if I were I would hardly expect to put all +the burden of the present problem upon you by going to +sleep." + +"For God's sake don't be a prima donna," he flared up. +"I meant no offense." + +"I'm sorry, Dick," I said. "We're both a little jumpy, I +guess." He nodded; gripped my hand. + +"It wouldn't be so bad," he muttered, "if all four of us +were all right. But Ventnor's down and out, and God +alone knows for how long. And Ruth--has all the trouble +we have and some special ones of her own. I've an idea"-- +he hesitated--"an idea that there was no exaggeration +in that story she told--an idea that if anything she underplayed it." + +"I, too," I replied somberly. "And to me it is the most +hideous phase of this whole situation--and for reasons +not all connected with Ruth," I added. + +"Hideous!" he repeated. "Unthinkable--yet all this is +unthinkable. And still--it is! And Ventnor--coming back +--that way. Like a lost soul finding voice. + +"Was it raving, Goodwin? Or could he have been--how +was it he put it--in touch with these Things and their +purpose? Was that message--truth?" + +"Ask yourself that question," I said. "Man--you know +it was truth. Had not inklings of it come to you even before +he spoke? They had to me. His message was but an +interpretation, a synthesis of facts I, for one, lacked the +courage to admit." + +"I, too," he nodded. "But he went further than that. +What did he mean by the Keeper of the Cones--and that +the Things--were vulnerable under the same law that +orders us? And why did he command us to go back to +the city? How could he know--how could he?" + +"There's nothing inexplicable in that, at any rate," I +answered. "Abnormal sensitivity of perception due to the +cutting off of all sensual impressions. There's nothing +uncommon in that. You have its most familiar form in the +sensitivity of the blind. You've watched the same thing +at work in certain forms of hypnotic experimentation, +haven't you? + +"Through the operation of entirely understandable +causes the mind gains the power to react to vibrations +that normally pass unperceived; is able to project itself +through this keying up of perception into a wider area of +consciousness than the normal. Just as in certain diseases +of the ear the sufferer, though deaf to sounds within +the average range of hearing, is fully aware of sound +vibrations far above and far below those the healthy ear +registers." + +"I know," he said. "I don't need to be convinced. But +we accept these things in theory--and when we get up +against them for ourselves we doubt. + +"How many people are there in Christendom, do you +think, who believe that the Saviour ascended from the +dead, but who if they saw it today would insist upon +medical inspection, doctor's certificates, a clinic, and even +after that render a Scotch verdict? I'm not speaking irreverently +--I'm just stating a fact." + +Suddenly he moved away from me, strode over to the +curtained oval through which Norhala had gone. + +"Dick," I cried, following him hastily, "where are you +going? What are you going to do?" + +"I'm going after Norhala," he answered. "I'm going to +have a showdown with her or know the reason why." + +"Drake," I cried again, aghast, "don't make the mistake +Ventnor did. That's not the way to win through. Don't--I +beg you, don't." + +"You're wrong," he answered stubbornly. "I'm going +to get her. She's got to talk." + +He thrust out a hand to the curtains. Before he could +touch them, they were parted. Out from between them +slithered the black eunuch. He stood motionless, regarding +us; in the ink-black eyes a red flame of hatred. I pushed +myself between him and Drake. + +"Where is your mistress, Yuruk?" I asked. + +"The goddess has gone," he replied sullenly. + +"Gone?" I said suspiciously, for certainly Norhala had +not passed us. "Where?" + +"Who shall question the goddess?" he asked. "She comes +and she goes as she pleases." + +I translated this for Drake. + +"He's got to show me," he said. "Don't think I'm going +to spill any beans, Goodwin. But I want to talk to her. I +think I'm right, honestly I do." + + +After all, I reflected, there was much in his determination +to recommend it. It was the obvious thing to do--unless +we admitted that Norhala was superhuman; and that +I would not admit. In command of forces we did not yet +know, en rapport with these People of Metal, sealed with +that alien consciousness Ruth had described--all these, +yes. But still a woman--of that I was certain. And +surely Drake could be trusted not to repeat Ventnor's +error. + +"Yuruk," I said, "we think you lie. We would speak to +your mistress. Take us to her." + +"I have told you that the goddess is not here," he said. +"If you do not believe it is nothing to me. I cannot take +you to her for I do not know where she is. Is it your wish +that I take you through her house?" + +"It is," I said. + +"The goddess has commanded me to serve you in all +things." He bowed, sardonically. "Follow." + +Our search was short. We stepped out into what for +want of better words I can describe only as a central hall. +It was circular, and strewn with thick piled small rugs +whose hues had been softened by the alchemy of time into +exquisite, shadowy echoes of color. + +The walls of this hall were of the same moonstone substance +that had enclosed the chamber upon whose inner +threshold we were. They whirled straight up to the dome +in a crystalline, cylindrical cone. Four doorways like that +in which we stood pierced them. Through each of their +curtainings in turn we peered. + +All were precisely similar in shape and proportions, +radiating in a lunetted, curved base triangle from the +middle chamber; the curvature of the enclosing globe forming +back wall and roof; the translucent slicings the sides; +the circle of floor of the inner hall the truncating lunette. + +The first of these chambers was utterly bare. The one +opposite held a half-dozen suits of the lacquered armor, +as many wicked looking, short and double-edged swords +and long javelins. The third I judged to be the lair of +Yuruk; within it was a copper brazier, a stand of spears +and a gigantic bow, a quiver full of arrows leaning beside +it. The fourth room was littered with coffers great and +small, of wood and of bronze, and all tightly closed. + +The fifth room was beyond question Norhala's bedchamber. +Upon its floor the ancient rugs were thick. A low +couch of carven ivory inset with gold rested a few feet +from the doorway. A dozen or more of the chests were +scattered about and flowing over with silken stuffs. + +Upon the back of four golden lions stood a high mirror +of polished silver. And close to it, in curiously incongruous +domestic array stood a stiffly marshaled row of sandals. +Upon one of the chests were heaped combs and fillets of +shell and gold and ivory studded with jewels blue and +yellow and crimson. + +To all of these we gave but a passing glance. We sought +for Norhala. And of her we found no shadow. She had +gone even as the black eunuch had said; flitting unseen +past Ruth, perhaps, absorbed in her watch over her +brother; perhaps through some hidden opening in this +room of hers. + +Yuruk let drop the curtains, sidled back to the first +room, we after him. The two there had not moved. We +drew the saddlebags close, propped ourselves against +them. + +The black eunuch squatted a dozen feet away, facing us, +chin upon his knees, taking us in with unblinking eyes +blank of any emotion. Then he began to move slowly his +tremendously long arms in easy, soothing motion, the +hands running along the floor upon their talons in arcs +and circles. It was curious how these hands seemed to be +endowed with a volition of their own, independent of the +arms upon which they swung. + +And now I could see only the hands, shuttling so smoothly, +so rhythmically back and forth--weaving so sleepily, +so sleepily back and forth--black hands that dripped sleep +--hypnotic. + +Hypnotic! I sprang from the lethargy closing upon me. +In one quick side glance I saw Drake's head nodding-- +nodding in time to the movement of the black hands. I +jumped to my feet, shaking with an intensity of rage +unfamiliar to me; thrust my pistol into the wrinkled face. + +"Damn you!" I cried. "Stop that. Stop it and turn your +back." + +The corded muscles of the arms contracted, the claws +of the slithering paws drew in as though he were about to +clutch me; the ebon pools of eyes were covered with a +frozen film of hate. + +He could not have known what was this tube with +which I menaced him, but its threat he certainly sensed +and was afraid to meet. He squattered about, wrapped his +arms around his knees, crouched with back toward us. + +"What's the matter?" asked Drake drowsily. + +"He tried to hypnotize us," I answered shortly. "And +pretty nearly did." + +"So that's what it was." He was now wide awake. "I +watched those hands of his and got sleepier and sleepier +--I guess we'd better tie Mr. Yuruk up." He jumped to +his feet. + +"No," I said, restraining him. "No. He's safe enough as +long as we're on the alert. I don't want to use any force +on him yet. Wait until we know we can get something +worth while by doing it." + +"All right," he nodded, grimly. "But when the time +comes I'm telling you straight, Doc, I'm going the limit. +There's something about that human spider that makes me +itch to squash him--slowly." + +"I'll have no compunction--when it's worth while," I +answered as grimly. + +We sank down again against the saddlebags; Drake +brought out a black pipe, looked at it sorrowfully; at me +appealingly. + +"All mine was on that pony that bolted," I answered +his wistfulness. + +"All mine was on my beast, too," he sighed. "And I +lost my pouch in that spurt from the ruins." + +He sighed again, clamped white teeth down upon the +stem. + +"Of course," he said at last, "if Ventnor was right in +that--that disembodied analysis of his, it's rather--well, +terrifying, isn't it?" + +"It's all of that," I replied, "and considerably more." + +"Metal, he said," Drake mused. "Things of metal with +brains of thinking crystal and their blood the lightnings. +You accept that?" + +"So far as my own observation has gone--yes," I +said. "Metallic yet mobile. Inorganic but with all the +quantities we have hitherto thought only those of the +organic and with others added. Crystalline, of course, +in structure and highly complex. Activated by magnetic-electric +forces consciously exerted and as much a part of +their life as brain energy and nerve currents are of our +human life. Animate, moving, sentient combinations of +metal and electric energy." + +He said: + +"The opening of the Disk from the globe and of the +two blasting stars from the pyramids show the flexibility +of the outer--plate would you call it? I couldn't help +thinking of the armadillo after I had time to think at all." + +"It may be"--I struggled against the conviction now +strong upon me--"it may be that within that metallic +shell is an organic body, something soft--animal, as +there is within the horny carapace of the turtle, the +nacreous valves of the oyster, the shells of the crustaceans +--it may be that even their inner surface is organic--" + +"No," he interrupted, "if there is a body--as we know +a body--it must be between the outer surface and the +inner, for the latter is crystal, jewel hard, impenetrable. + +"Goodwin--Ventnor's bullets hit fair. I saw them strike. +They did not ricochet--they dropped dead. Like flies +dashed up against a rock--and the Thing was no more +conscious of their striking than a rock would have been of +those flies." + + +"Drake," I said, "my own conviction is that these +creatures are absolutely metallic, entirely inorganic-- +incredible, unknown forms. Let us go on that basis." + +"I think so, too," he nodded; "but I wanted you to say +it first. And yet--is it so incredible, Goodwin? What is +the definition of vital intelligence--sentience? + +"Haeckel's is the accepted one. Anything which can +receive a stimulus, that can react to a stimulus and +retains memory of a stimulus must be called an intelligent, +conscious entity. The gap between what we have long +called the organic and the inorganic is steadily decreasing. +Do you know of the remarkable experiments of +Lillie upon various metals?" + +"Vaguely," I said. + +"Lillie," he went on, "proved that under the electric +current and other exciting mediums metals exhibited practically +every reaction of the human nerve and muscle. +It grew weary, rested, and after resting was perceptibly +stronger than before; it got what was practically indigestion, +and it exhibited a peculiar but unmistakable +memory. Also, he found, it could acquire disease and die. + +"Lillie concluded that there existed a real metallic +consciousness. It was Le Bon who first proved also that +metal is more sensitive than man, and that its immobility +is only apparent. (Le Bon in "Evolution of Matter," +Chapter eleven.) + +"Take the block of magnetic iron that stands so gray +and apparently lifeless, subject it to a magnetic current +lifeless, what happens? The iron block is composed of +molecules which under ordinary conditions are disposed +in all possible directions indifferently. But when the +current passes through there is tremendous movement in +that apparently inert mass. All of the tiny particles of +which it is composed turn and shift until their north poles +all point more or less approximately in the direction of +the magnetic force. + +"When that happens the block itself becomes a magnet, +filled with and surrounded by a field of magnetic energy; +instinct with it. Outwardly it has not moved; actually +there has been prodigious motion." + +"But it is not conscious motion," I objected. + +"Ah, but how do you know?" he asked. "If Jacques +Loeb* is right, that action of the iron molecules is +every bit as conscious a movement as the least and the +greatest of our own. There is absolutely no difference +between them. + +"Your and my and its every movement is nothing but +an involuntary and inevitable reaction to a certain stimulus. +If he's right, then I'm a buttercup--but that's neither +here nor there. Loeb--all he did was to restate destiny, +one of humanity's oldest ideas, in the terms of tropisms, +infusoria and light. Omar Khayyam chemically reincarnated +in the Rockefeller Institute. Nevertheless those +who accept his theories have to admit that there is +essentially no difference between their impulses and the +rush of filings toward a magnet. + +"Equally nevertheless, Goodwin, the iron does meet +Haeckel's three tests--it can receive a stimulus, it does +react to that stimulus and it retains memory of it; for +even after the current has ceased it remains changed in +tensile strength, conductivity and other qualities that were +modified by the passage of that current; and as time passes +this memory fades. Precisely as some human experience +increases wariness, caution, which keying up of qualities +remains with us after the experience has passed, and +fades away in the ratio of our sensitivity plus retentiveness +divided by the time elapsing from the original experience +--exactly as it is in the iron." + +* Professor Jacques Loeb, of the Rockefeller Institute, New York, +"The Mechanistic Conception of Life." + + + + + +CHAPTER XVI + +CONSCIOUS +METAL! + +"Granted," I acquiesced. "We now come to their +means of locomotion. In its simplest terms all locomotion +is progress through space against the force of +gravitation. Man's walk is a series of rhythmic stumbles +against this force that constantly strives to drag him +down to earth's face and keep him pressed there. Gravitation +is an etheric--magnetic vibration akin to the force +which holds, to use your simile again, Drake, the filing +against the magnet. A walk is a constant breaking of the +current. + +"Take a motion picture of a man walking and run it +through the lantern rapidly and he seems to be flying. We +have none of the awkward fallings and recoveries that +are the tempo of walking as we see it. + +"I take it that the movement of these Things is a +conscious breaking of the gravitational current just as +much as is our own movement, but by a rhythm so +swift that it appears to be continuous. + +"Doubtless if we could so control our sight as to admit +the vibrations of light slowly enough we would see this +apparently smooth motion as a series of leaps--just as +we do when the motion-picture operator slows down his +machine sufficiently to show us walking in a series of +stumbles. + +"Very well--so far, then, we have nothing in this +phenomenon which the human mind cannot conceive as +possible; therefore intellectually we still remain masters of +the phenomena; for it is only that which human thought +cannot encompass which it need fear." + +"Metallic," he said, "and crystalline. And yet--why +not? What are we but bags of skin filled with certain +substances in solution and stretched over a supporting +and mobile mechanism largely made up of lime? Out of +that primeval jelly which Gregory* calls Protobion came +after untold millions of years us with our skins, our +nails, and our hair; came, too, the serpents with their +scales, the birds with their feathers; the horny hide of the +rhinoceros and the fairy wings of the butterfly; the shell +of the crab, the gossamer loveliness of the moth and the +shimmering wonder of the mother-of-pearl. + +"Is there any greater gap between any of these and the +metallic? I think not." + +"Not materially," I answered. "No. But there remains-- +consciousness!" + +"That," he said, "I cannot understand. Ventnor spoke +of--how did he put it?--a group consciousness, operating +in our sphere and in spheres above and below ours, with +senses known and unknown. I got--glimpses--Goodwin, +but I cannot understand." + +"We have agreed for reasons that seem sufficient to us to +call these Things metallic, Dick," I replied. "But that does +not necessarily mean that they are composed of any +metal that we know. Nevertheless, being metal, they must +be of crystalline structure. + +"As Gregory has pointed out, crystals and what we call +living matter had an equal start in the first essentials of +life. We cannot conceive life without giving it the attribute +of some sort of consciousness. Hunger cannot be +anything but conscious, and there is no other stimulus to +eat but hunger. + +"The crystals eat. The extraction of power from food +is conscious because it is purposeful, and there can be no +purpose without consciousness; similarly the power to +work from such derived energy is also purposeful and +therefore conscious. The crystals do both. And the crystals +can transmit all these abilities to their children, just as +we do. For although there would seem to be no reason +why they should not continue to grow to gigantic size +under favorable conditions--yet they do not. They reach +a size beyond which they do not develop. + +"Instead, they bud--give birth, in fact--to smaller +ones, which increase until they reach the size of the + +* J. W. Gregory, F.R.S.D.Sc., Professor of Geology, University + of Glasgow. + +preceding generation. And like the children of man and +animals, these younger generations grow on precisely as +their progenitors! + +"Very well, then--we arrive at the conception of a +metallically crystalline being, which by some explosion of +the force of evolution has burst from the to us familiar +and apparently inert stage into these Things that hold us. +And is there any greater difference between the forms +with which we are familiar and them than there is +between us and the crawling amphibian which is our remote +ancestor? Or between that and the amoeba--the +little swimming stomach from which it evolved? Or the +amoeba and the inert jelly of the Protobion? + + +"As for what Ventnor calls a group consciousness I +would assume that he means a communal intelligence +such as that shown by the bees and the ants--that in the +case of the former Maeterlinck calls the 'Spirit of the +Hive.' It is shown in their groupings--just as the geometric +arrangement of those groupings shows also clearly +their crystalline intelligence. + +"I submit that in their rapid coordination either for +attack or movement or work without apparent communication +having passed between the units, there is nothing +more remarkable than the swarming of a hive of bees +where also without apparent communication just so many +waxmakers, nurses, honey-gatherers, chemists, bread-makers, +and all the varied specialists of the hive go with the +old queen, leaving behind sufficient number of each class +for the needs of the young queen. + +"All this apportionment is effected without any means of +communication that we recognize. Still it is most obviously +intelligent selection. For if it were haphazard all the +honeymakers might leave and the hive starve, or all the +chemists might go and the food for the young bees not be +properly prepared--and so on and so on." + +"But metal," he muttered, "and conscious. It's all very +well--but where did that consciousness come from? And +what is it? And where did they come from? And most +of all, why haven't they overrun the world before this? + +"Such development as theirs, such an evolution, presupposes +aeons of time--long as it took us to drag up from +the lizards. What have they been doing--why haven't +they been ready to strike--if Ventnor's right--at humanity +until now?" + +"I don't know," I answered, helplessly. "But evolution +is not the slow, plodding process that Darwin thought. +There seem to be explosions--nature will create a new +form almost in a night. Then comes the long ages of +development and adjustment, and suddenly another new +race appears. + +"It might be so of these--some extraordinary conditions +that shaped them. Or they might have developed +through the ages in spaces within the earth--there's that +incredible abyss we saw that is evidently one of their +highways. Or they might have dropped here upon some +fragment of a broken world, found in this valley the +right conditions and developed in amazing rapidity.* +They're all possible theories--take your pick." + +"Something's held them back--and they're rushing to +a climax," he whispered. "Ventnor's right about that-- +I feel it. And what can we do?" + +"Go back to their city," I said. "Go back as he ordered. +I believe he knows what he's talking about. And I believe +he'll be able to help us. It wasn't just a request +he made, nor even an appeal--it was a command." + +"But what can we do--just two men--against these +Things?" he groaned. + +"Maybe we'll find out--when we're back in the city," I +answered. + +"Well," his old reckless cheerfulness came back to +him, "in every crisis of this old globe it's been up to one +man to turn the trick. We're two. And at the worst we +can only go down fighting a little before the rest of us. +So, after all, whatEVER the hell, WHAT the hell." + +For a time we were silent. + +"Well," he said at last, "we have to go to the city in +the morning." He laughed. "Sounds as though we were +living in the suburbs, somehow, doesn't it?" + +"It can't be many hours before dawn," I said. "Turn in +for a while, I'll wake you when I think you've slept +enough." + +"It doesn't seem fair," he protested, but sleepily. + +* Professor Svante Arrhenius's theory of propagation of life by +means of minute spores carried through space. See his "Worlds in +the Making."--W.T.G. + +"I'm not sleepy," I told him; nor was I. + +But whether I was or not, I wanted to question Yuruk, +uninterrupted and undisturbed. + +Drake stretched himself out. When his breathing showed +him fast asleep indeed, I slipped over to the black eunuch +and crouched, right hand close to the butt of my automatic, +facing him. + + + + + +CHAPTER XVII + +YURUK + +"Yuruk," I whispered, "you love us as the wheat field +loves the hail; we are as welcome to you as the death +cord to the condemned. Lo, a door opened into a land of +unpleasant dreams you thought sealed, and we came +through. Answer my questions truthfully and it may be +that we shall return through that door." + +Interest welled up in the depths of the black eyes. + +"There is a way from here," he muttered. "Nor does +it pass through--Them. I can show it to you." + +I had not been blind to the flash of malice, of cunning, +that had shot across the wrinkled face. + +"Where does that way lead?" I asked. "There were +those who sought us; men clad in armor with javelins +and arrows. Does your way lead to them, Yuruk?" + +For a time he hesitated, the lashless lids half closed. + +"Yes," he said sullenly. "The way leads to them; to their +place. But will it not be safer for you there--among your +kind?" + +"I don't know that it will," I answered promptly. +"Those who are unlike us smote those who are like us +and drove them back when they would have taken and +slain us. Why is it not better to remain with them than +to go to our kind who would destroy us?" + +"They would not," he said "If you gave them--her." +He thrust a long thumb backward toward sleeping Ruth. +"Cherkis would forgive much for her. And why should +you not? She is only a woman." + +He spat--in a way that made me want to kill him. + +"Besides," he ended, "have you no arts to amuse him?" + +"Cherkis?" I asked. + +"Cherkis," he whined. "Is Yuruk a fool not to know +that in the world without, new things have arisen since +long ago we fled from Iskander into the secret valley? +What have you to beguile Cherkis beyond this woman +flesh? Much, I think. Go then to him--unafraid." + +Cherkis? There was a familiar sound to that. Cherkis? +Of course--it was the name of Xerxes, the Persian Conqueror, +corrupted by time into this--Cherkis. And Iskander? +Equally, of course--Alexander. Ventnor had been +right. + +"Yuruk," I demanded directly, "is she whom you call +goddess--Norhala--of the people of Cherkis?" + +"Long ago," he answered; "long, long ago there was +trouble in their city, even in the great dwelling place of +Cherkis. I fled with her who was the mother of the goddess. +There were twenty of us; and we fled here--by the +way which I will show you--" + +He leered cunningly; I gave no sign of interest. + +"She who was the mother of the goddess found favor +in the sight of the ruler here," he went on. "But after a +time she grew old and ugly and withered. So he slew +her--like a little mound of dust she danced and blew +away after he had slain her; and also he slew others who +had grown displeasing to him. He blasted me--as he was +blasted--" He pointed to Ventnor. + +"Then it was that, recovering, I found my crooked +shoulder. The goddess was born here. She is kin to Him +Who Rules! How else could she shed the lightnings? Was +not the father of Iskander the god Zeus Ammon, who +came to Iskander's mother in the form of a great snake? +Well? At any rate the goddess was born--shedder of +the lightnings even from her birth. And she is as you see +her. + +"Cleave to your kind! Cleave to your kind!" Suddenly +he shrilled. "Better is it to be whipped by your brother +than to be eaten by the tiger. Cleave to your kind. Look-- +I will show you the way to them." + +He sprang to his feet, clasped my wrist in one of his +long hands, led me through the curtained oval into the +cylindrical hall, parted the curtainings of Norhala's bedroom +and pushed me within. Over the floor he slid, still +holding fast to me, and pressed against the farther wall. + + +An ovoid slice of the gemlike material slid aside, revealing +a doorway. I glimpsed a path, a trail, leading +into a forest pallid green beneath the wan light. This +way thrust itself like a black tongue into the boskage and +vanished in the depths. + +"Follow it." He pointed. "Take those who came with +you and follow it." + +The wrinkles upon his face writhed with his eagerness. + +"You will go?" panted Yuruk. "You will take them and +go by that path?" + +"Not yet," I answered absently. "Not yet." + +And was brought abruptly to full alertness, vigilance, +by the flame of rage that filled the eyes thrust so close. + +"Lead back," I directed curtly. He slid the door into +place, turned sullenly. I followed, wondering what were +the sources of the bitter hatred he so plainly bore for us; +the reasons for his eagerness to be rid of us despite the +commands of this woman who to him at least was goddess. + +And by that curious human habit of seeking for the +complex when the simple answer lies close, failed to recognize +that it was jealousy of us that was the root of his +behavior; that he wished to be, as it would seem he had +been for years, the only human thing near Norhala; +failed to realize this, and with Ruth and Drake was terribly +to pay for this failure. + +I looked down upon the pair, sleeping soundly; upon +Ventnor lost still in trance. + +"Sit," I ordered the eunuch. "And turn your back to +me." + +I dropped down beside Drake, my mind wrestling with +the mystery, but every sense alert for movement from +the black. Glibly enough I had passed over Dick's questioning +as to the consciousness of the Metal People; now +I faced it knowing it to be the very crux of these incredible +phenomena; admitting, too, that despite all my special +pleading, about that point swirled in my own mind the +thickest mists of uncertainty. That their sense of order was +immensely beyond a man's was plain. + +As plain was it that their knowledge of magnetic force +and its manipulation were far beyond the sphere of humanity. +That they had realization of beauty this palace of +Norhala's proved--and no human imagination could have +conceived it nor human hands have made its thought of +beauty real. What were their senses through which their +consciousness fed? + +Nine in number had been the sapphire ovals set within +the golden zone of the Disk. Clearly it came to me that +these were sense organs! + +But--nine senses! + +And the great stars--how many had they? And the +cubes--did they open as did globe and pyramid? + +Consciousness itself--after all what is it? A secretion of +the brain? The cumulative expression, wholly chemical, of +the multitudes of cells that form us? The inexplicable +governor of the city of the body of which these myriads +of cells are the citizens--and created by them out of themselves +to rule? + +Is it what many call the soul? Or is it a finer form of +matter, a self-realizing force, which uses the body as its +vehicle just as other forces use for their vestments other +machines? After all, I thought, what is this conscious self +of ours, the ego, but a spark of realization running continuously +along the path of time within the mechanism +we call the brain; making contact along that path as the +electric spark at the end of a wire? + +Is there a sea of this conscious force which laps the +shores of the farthest-flung stars; that finds expression in +everything--man and rock, metal and flower, jewel and +cloud? Limited in its expression only by the limitations of +that which animates, and in essence the same in all. +If so, then this problem of the life of the Metal People +ceased to be a problem; was answered! + +So thinking I became aware of increasing light; strode +past Yuruk to the door and peeped out. Dawn was paling +the sky. I stooped over Drake, shook him. On the instant +he was awake, alert. + +"I only need a little sleep, Dick," I said. "When the sun +is well up, call me." + +"Why, it's dawn," he whispered. "Goodwin, you ought +not to have let me sleep so long. I feel like a damned pig." + +"Never mind," I said. "But watch the eunuch closely." + +I rolled myself up in his warm blanket; sank almost +instantly into dreamless slumber. + + + + + +CHAPTER XVIII + +INTO +THE PIT + +High was the sun when I awakened; or so, I supposed, +opening my eyes upon a flood of daylight. As I lay, +lazily, recollection rushed upon me. + +It was no sky into which I was gazing; it was the +dome of Norhala's elfin home. And Drake had not aroused +me. Why? And how long had I slept? + +I jumped to my feet, stared about. Ruth nor Drake +nor the black eunuch was there! + +"Ruth!" I shouted. "Drake!" + +There was no answer. I ran to the doorway. Peering +up into the white vault of the heavens I set the time of +day as close to seven; I had slept then three hours, +more or less. Yet short as that time of slumber had been, +I felt marvelously refreshed, reenergized; the effect, I was +certain, of the extraordinarily tonic qualities of the +atmosphere of this place. But where were the others? +Where Yuruk? + +I heard Ruth's laughter. Some hundred yards to the left, +half hidden by a screen of flowering shrubs, I saw a small +meadow. Within it a half-dozen little white goats nuzzled +around her and Dick. She was milking one of them. + +Reassured, I drew back into the chamber, knelt over +Ventnor. His condition was unchanged. My gaze fell upon +the pool that had been Norhala's bath. Longingly I looked +at it; then satisfying myself that the milking process was +not finished, slipped off my clothes and splashed about. + +I had just time to get back in my clothes when through +the doorway came the pair, each carrying a porcelain +pannikin full of milk. + +There was no shadow of fear or horror on her face. It +was the old Ruth who stood before me; nor was there effort +in the smile she gave me. She had been washed +clean in the waters of sleep. + +"Don't worry, Walter," she said. "I know what you're +thinking. But I'm--ME again." + +"Where is Yuruk?" I turned to Drake bruskly to +smother the sob of sheer happiness I felt rising in my +throat; and at his wink and warning grimace abruptly forebore +to press the question. + +"You men pick out the things and I'll get breakfast +ready," said Ruth. + +Drake picked up the teakettle and motioned me before +him. + +"About Yuruk," he whispered when he had gotten outside. +"I gave him a little object lesson. Persuaded him to +go down the line a bit, showed him my pistol, and then +picked off one of Norhala's goats with it. Hated to do it, +but I knew it would be good for his soul. + +"He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. +Thought it was a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had +been stealing Norhala's stuff. 'Yuruk,' I told him, 'that's +what you'll get, and worse, if you lay a finger on that +girl inside there.'" + +"And then what happened?" I asked. + +"He beat it back there." He grinned, pointing toward +the forest through which ran the path the eunuch had +shown me. "Probably hiding back of a tree." + +As we filled the container at the outer spring, I told him +of the revelations and the offer Yuruk had made to me. + +"Whew-w!" he whistled. "In the nutcracker, eh? +Trouble behind us and trouble in front of us." + +"When do we start?" he asked, as we turned back. + +"Right after we've eaten," I answered. "There's no use +putting it off. How do you feel about it?" + +"Frankly, like the chief guest at a lynching party," he +said. "Curious but none too cheerful." + +Nor was I. I was filled with a fever of scientific curiosity. +But I was not cheerful--no! + + +We ministered to Ventnor as well as we could; forcing +open his set jaws, thrusting a thin rubber tube down past +his windpipe into his gullet and dropping through it a few +ounces of the goat milk. Our own breakfasting was +silent enough. + +We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; +that was certain; she must stay here with her brother. +She would be safer in Norhala's home than where we were +going, of course, and yet to leave her was most distressing. +After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us +taking the journey; would not one do just as well? + +Drake could stay-- + +"No use of putting all our eggs in one basket," I +broached the subject. "I'll go down by myself while you +stay and help Ruth. You can always follow if I don't turn +up in a reasonable time." + +His indignation at this proposal was matched only by +her own. + +"You'll go with him, Dick Drake," she cried, "or I'll +never look at or speak to you again!" + +"Good Lord! Did you think for a minute I wouldn't?" +Pain and wrath struggled on his face. "We go together +or neither of us goes. Ruth will be all right here, Goodwin. +The only thing she has any cause to fear is Yuruk--and +he's had his lesson. + +"Besides, she'll have the rifles and her pistols, and she +knows how to use them. What d'ye mean by making such +a proposition as that?" His indignation burst all bounds. + +Lamely I tried to justify myself. + +"I'll be all right," said Ruth. "I'm not afraid of Yuruk. +And none of these Things will hurt me--not after--not +after--" Her eyes fell, her lips quivered, then she faced +us steadily. "Don't ask me how I know that," she said +quietly. "Believe me, I do know it. I am closer to--them +than you two are. And if I choose I can call upon that +alien strength their master gave me. It is for you two that +I fear." + +"No fear for us," Drake burst out hastily. "We're Norhala's +little playthings. We're tabu. Take it from me, +Ruth, I'd bet my head there isn't one of these Things, +great or small, and no matter how many, that doesn't by +this time know all about us. + +"We'll probably be received with demonstrations of +interest by the populace as welcome guests. Probably +we'll find a sign--'Welcome to our City'--hung up over +the front gate." + +She smiled, a trifle tremulously. + +"We'll come back," he said. Suddenly he leaned forward, +put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you think there is +anything that could keep me from coming back?" he +whispered. + +She trembled, wide eyes searching deep into his. + +"Well," I broke in, a bit uncomfortably, "we'd better be +starting. I think as Drake does, that we're tabu. Barring +accident there's no danger. And if I guess right about +these Things, accident is impossible." + +"As inconceivable as the multiplication table going +wrong," he laughed, straightening. + +And so we made ready. Our rifles would be worse than +useless, we knew; our pistols we decided to carry as Drake +put it, "for comfort." Canteens filled with water; a couple +of emergency rations, a few instruments, including a small +spectroscope, a selection from the medical kit--all these +packed in a little haversack which he threw over his +broad shoulders. + +I pocketed my compact but exceedingly powerful field-glasses. +To my poignant and everlasting regret my camera +had been upon the bolting pony, and Ventnor had long +been out of films for his. + +We were ready for our journey. + + +Our path led straight away, a smooth and dark-gray +road whose surface resembled cement packed under enormous +pressure. It was all of fifty feet wide and now, in +daylight, glistened faintly as though overlaid with some +vitreous coating. It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way +that stopped at the threshold of Norhala's door. + +Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight +as an arrow onward and vanished between perpendicular +cliffs which formed the frowning gateway through which +the night before we had passed upon the coursing cubes +from the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness +checked the gaze. + +Ruth with us, we made a brief inspection of the surroundings +of Norhala's house. It was set as though in the +narrowest portion of an hour-glass. The precipitous walls +marched inward from the gateway forming the lower half +of the figure; at the back they swung apart at a wider +angle. + +This upper part of the hour-glass was filled with a park-like +forest. It was closed, perhaps twenty miles away, by +a barrier of cliffs. + +How, I wondered, did the path which Yuruk had pointed +out to me pierce them? Was it by pass or tunnel; and why +was it the armored men had not found and followed it? + +The waist between these two mountain wedges was a +valley not more than a mile wide. Norhala's house stood +in its center; and it was like a garden, dotted with flowering +and fragrant lilies and here and there a tiny green +meadow. The great globe of blue that was Norhala's +dwelling seemed less to rest upon the ground than to +emerge from it; as though its basic curvatures were hidden +in the earth. + +What was its substance I could not tell. It was as +though built of the lacquer of the gems whose colors it +held. And beautiful, wondrously, incredibly beautiful it +was--an immense bubble of froth of molten sapphires +and turquoises. + +We had not time to study its beauties. A few last instructions +to Ruth, and we set forth down the gray road. +Hardly had we taken a few steps when there came a faint +cry from her. + +"Dick! Dick--come here!" + +He sprang to her, caught her hands in his. For a moment, +half frightened it seemed, she considered him. + +"Dick," I heard her whisper. "Dick--come back safe to +me!" + +I saw his arms close about her, hers tighten around his +neck; black hair touched the silken brown curls, their +lips met, clung. I turned away. + +In a little time he joined me; head down, silent, he +strode along beside me, utterly dejected. + +A hundred more yards and we turned. Ruth was still +standing on the threshold of the house of mystery, watching +us. She waved her hands, flitted in, was hidden from +us. And Drake still silent, we pushed on. + +The walls of the gateway were close. The sparse vegetation +along the base of the cliffs had ceased; the roadway +itself had merged into the smooth, bare floor of the +canyon. From vertical edge to vertical edge of the rocky +portal stretched a curtain of shimmering mist. As we +drew nearer we saw that this was motionless, and less +like vapor of water than vapor of light; it streamed in +oddly fixed lines like atoms of crystals in a still solution. +Drake thrust an arm within it, waved it; the mist did not +move. It seemed instead to interpenetrate the arm--as +though bone and flesh were spectral, without power to +dislodge the shining particles from position. + +We passed within it--side by side. + +Instantly I knew that whatever these veils were, they +were not moisture. The air we breathed was dry, electric. +I was sensible of a decided stimulation, a pleasant tingling +along every nerve, a gaiety almost light-headed. We could +see each other quite plainly, the rocky floor on which +we trod as well. Within this vapor of light there was no +ghost of sound; it was utterly empty of it. I saw Drake +turn to me, his mouth open in a laugh, his lips move in +speech--and although he bent close to my ear, I heard +nothing. He frowned, puzzled, and walked on. + + +Abruptly we stepped into an opening, a pocket of clear +air. Our ears were filled with a high, shrill humming as +unpleasantly vibrant as the shriek of a sand blast. Six feet +to our right was the edge of the ledge on which we stood; +beyond it was a sheer drop into space. A shaft piercing +down into the void and walled with the mists. + +But it was not that shaft that made us clutch each other. +No! It was that through it uprose a colossal column of +the cubes. It stood a hundred feet from us. Its top was +another hundred feet above the level of our ledge and +its length vanished in the depths. + +And its head was a gigantic spinning wheel, yards in +thickness, tapering at its point of contact with the cliff +wall into a diameter half that of the side closest the column, +gleaming with flashes of green flame and grinding +with tremendous speed at the face of the rock. + +Over it, attached to the cliff, was a great vizored hood +of some pale yellow metal, and it was this shelter that +cutting off the vaporous light like an enormous umbrella +made the pocket of clarity in which we stood, the shaft +up which sprang the pillar. + +All along the length of that column as far as we could +see the myriad tiny eyes of the Metal People shone out +upon us, not twinkling mischievously, but--grotesque as +this may seem, I cannot help it--wide with surprise. + +Only an instant longer did the great wheel spin. I saw +the screaming rock melting beneath it, dropping like lava. +Then, as though it had received some message, abruptly +its motion now ceased. + +It tilted; looked down upon us! + +I noted that its grinding surface was studded thickly +with the smaller pyramids and that the tips of these were +each capped with what seemed to be faceted gems gleaming +with the same pale yellow radiance as the Shrine of the +Cones. + +The column was bending; the wheel approaching. + +Drake seized me by the arm, drew me swiftly back into +the mists. We were shrouded in their silences. Step by step +we went on, peering for the edge of the shelf, feeling +in fancy that prodigious wheeled face stealing upon us; +afraid to look behind lest in looking we might step too +close to the unseen verge. + +Yard after yard we slowly covered. Suddenly the vapors +thinned; we passed out of them-- + +A chaos of sound beat about us. The clanging of a million +anvils; the clamor of a million forges; the crashing +of a hundred years of thunder; the roarings of a thousand +hurricanes. The prodigious bellowings of the Pit beating +against us now as they had when we had flown down the +long ramp into the depths of the Sea of Light. + +Instinct with unthinkable power was that clamor; the +very voice of Force. Stunned, nay BLINDED, by it, we +covered ears and eyes. + +As before, the clangor died, leaving in its wake a +bewildered silence. Then that silence began to throb with +a vast humming, and through that humming rang a +murmur as that of a river of diamonds. + +We opened our eyes, felt awe grip our throats as +though a hand had clutched them. + +Difficult, difficult almost beyond thought is it for +me now to essay to draw in words the scene before us then. +For although I can set down what it was we saw, I nor +any man can transmute into phrases its essence, its spirit, +the intangible wonder that was its synthesis--the appallingly +beautiful, soul-shaking strangeness of it, its grandeur, +its fantasy, and its alien terror. + +The Domain of the Metal Monster--it was filled like a +chalice with Its will; was the visible expression of that +will. + +We stood at the very rim of a wide ledge. We looked +down into an immense pit, shaped into a perfect oval, +thirty miles in length I judged, and half that as wide, +and rimmed with colossal precipices. We were at the +upper end of this deep valley and on the tip of its axis; +I mean that it stretched longitudinally before us along the +line of greatest length. Five hundred feet below was the +pit's floor. Gone were the clouds of light that had obscured +it the night before; the air crystal clear; every detail standing +out with stereoscopic sharpness. + +First the eyes rested upon a broad band of fluorescent +amethyst, ringing the entire rocky wall. It girdled the +cliffs at a height of ten thousand feet, and from this +flaming zone, as though it clutched them, fell the curtains +of sparkling mist, the enigmatic, sound-slaying vapors. + +But now I saw that all of these veils were not motionless +like those through which we had just passed. To the northwest +they were pulsing like the aurora, and like the aurora +they were shot through with swift iridescences, spectrums, +polychromatic gleamings. And always these were ordered, +geometric--like immense and flitting prismatic crystals +flying swiftly to the very edges of the veils, then darting +as swiftly back. + +From zone and veils the gaze leaped to the incredible +City towering not two miles away from us. + +Blue black, shining, sharply cut as though from polished +steel, it reared full five thousand feet on high! + +How great it was I could not tell, for the height of its +precipitous walls barred the vision. The frowning facade +turned toward us was, I estimated, five miles in length. Its +colossal scarp struck the eyes like a blow; its shadow, +falling upon us, checked the heart. It was overpowering +--dreadful as that midnight city of Dis that Dante +saw rising up from another pit. + +It was a metal city, mountainous. + +Featureless, smooth, the immense wall of it heaved +heavenward. It should have been blind, that vast oblong +face--but it was not blind. From it radiated alertness, +vigilance. It seemed to gaze toward us as though every +foot were manned with sentinels; guardians invisible to +the eyes whose concentration of watchfulness was caught +by some subtle hidden sense higher than sight. + +It was a metal city, mountainous and--AWARE. + +About its base were huge openings. Through and around +these portals swirled hordes of the Metal People; in units +and in combinations coming and going, streaming in and +out, forming as they came and went patterns about the +openings like the fretted spume of great breakers surging +into, retreating from, ocean-bitten gaps in some iron-bound +coast. + +From the immensity of the City the eyes dropped back +to the Pit in which it lay. Its floor was plaquelike, a great +plane smooth as though turned by potter's wheel, broken +by no mound nor hillock, slope nor terrace; level, horizontal, +flawlessly flat. On it was no green living thing +--no tree nor bush, meadow nor covert. + +It was alive with movement. A ferment that was as +purposeful as it was mechanical, a ferment symmetrical, +geometrical, supremely ordered-- + +The surging of the Metal Hordes. + +There they moved beneath us, these enigmatic beings, +in a countless host. They marched and countermarched +in battalions, in regiments, in armies. Far to the south I +glimpsed a company of colossal shapes like mobile, castellated +and pyramidal mounts. They were circling, weaving +about each other with incredible rapidity--like scores of +great pyramids crowned with gigantic turrets and dancing. +From these turrets came vivid flashes, lightning bright-- +on their wake the rolling echoes of faraway thunder. + +Out of the north sped a squadron of obelisks from whose +tops flamed and flared the immense spinning wheels, appearing +at this distance like fiery whirling disks. + +Up from their setting the Metal People lifted themselves +in a thousand incredible shapes, shapes squared and +globed and spiked and shifting swiftly into other thousands +as incredible. I saw a mass of them draw themselves +up into the likeness of a tent skyscraper high; hang so +for an instant, then writhe into a monstrous chimera of a +dozen towering legs that strode away like a gigantic headless +and bodiless tarantula in steps two hundred feet long. +I watched mile-long lines of them shape and reshape into +circles, into interlaced lozenges and pentagons--then lift +in great columns and shoot through the air in unimaginable barrage. + +Through all this incessant movement I sensed plainly +purpose, knew that it was definite activity toward a definite +end, caught the clear suggestion of drill, of maneuver. + +And when the shiftings of the Metal Hordes permitted +we saw that all the flat floor of the valley was stripped +and checkered, stippled and tessellated with every color, +patterned with enormous lozenges and squares, rhomboids +and parallelograms, pentagons and hexagons and diamonds, +lunettes, circles and spirals; harlequined yet harmonious; +instinct with a grotesque suggestion of a super-Futurism. + +But always this patterning was ordered, always COHERENT. +As though it were a page on which was spelled some +untranslatable other world message. + +Fourth Dimensional revelations by some Euclidean +deity! Commandments traced by some mathematical God! + +Looping across the vale, emerging from the sparkling +folds of the southernmost curtainings and vanishing into +the gleaming veils of the easternmost, ran a broad ribbon +of pale-green jade; not straightly but with manifold +convolutions and flourishes. It was like a sentence in +Arabic. + +It was margined with sapphire blue. All along its twisting +course two broad bands of jet margined the cerulean shore. +It was spanned by scores of flashing crystal arches. Nor +were these bridges--even from that distance I knew they +were no bridges. From them came the crystalline murmurings. + +Jade? This stream jade? If so then it must be in truth +molten, for I caught its swift and polished rushing! It was +no jade. It was in truth a river; a river running like a +writing across a patterned plane. + +I looked upward--up to the circling peaks. They were +a stupendous coronet thrusting miles deep into the dazzling +sky. I raised my glasses, swept them. In color they +were an immense and variegated flower with countless +multiform petals of stone; in outline they were a ring of +fortresses built by fantastic unknown Gods. + +Up they thrust--domed and arched, spired and horned, +pyramided, fanged and needled. Here were palisades of +burning orange with barbicans of incandescent bronze; +there aiguilles of azure rising from bastions of cinnabar +red; turrets of royal purple, obelisks of indigo; titanic forts +whose walls were splashed with vermilion, with citron +yellows and with rust of rubies; watch towers of flaming +scarlet. + +Scattered among them were the flashing emeralds of the +glaciers and the immense pallid baroques of the snow +fields. + +Like a diadem the summits ringed the Pit. Below them +ran the ring of flashing amethyst with its aural mists. +Between them lay the vast and patterned flat covered with +still symbol and inexplicable movement. Under their summits +brooded the blue black, metallic mass of the Seeing +City. + +Within circling walls, over plain and from the City +hovered a cosmic spirit not to be understood by man. Like +an emanation of stars and space, it was yet gem fine and +gem hard, crystalline and metallic, lapidescent and-- + +Conscious! + +Down from the ledge where we stood fell a steep ramp, +similar to that by which, in the darkness, we had descended. +It dropped at an angle of at least forty-five degrees; its +surface was smooth and polished. + +Through the mists at our back stole a shining block. It +paused, seemed to perk itself; spun so that in turn +each of its six faces took us in. + +I felt myself lifted upon it by multitudes of little invisible +hands; saw Drake whirling up beside me. I moved toward +him--through the force that held us. A block swept +away from the ledge, swayed for a moment. Under us, as +though we were floating in air, the Pit lay stretched. +There was a rapid readjustment, a shifting of our two +selves upon another surface. I looked down upon a tremendous, +slender pillar of the cubes, dropping below, five +hundred feet to the valley's floor a column of which the +block that held us was the top. + +Gone was the whirling wheel that had crowned it, but I +knew this for the Grinding Thing from which we had fled; +the questing block had been its scout. As though curious +to know more of us, the Shape had sought us out through +the mists, its messenger had caught us, delivered us to it. + +The pillar leaned over--bent like that shining pillar +that had bridged for us, at Norhala's commands, the abyss. +The floor of the valley arose to meet us. Further and +further leaned the pillar. Again there was a rapid shifting +of us to another surface of the crowning cube. Fast now +swept up toward us the valley floor. A dizziness clouded +my sight. There was a little shock, a rolling over the +Thing that had held us-- + +We stood upon the floor of the Pit. + +And breaking from the immense and prostrate shaft on +whose top we had ridden downward came score upon +score of the cubes. They broke from it, disintegrating it; +circled about us, curiously, interestedly, twinkling at us +from their deep sparkling points of eyes. + +Helplessly we gazed at those who circled around us. +Then suddenly I felt myself lifted once more, was tossed +to the surface of the nearest block. Upon it I spun while +the tiny eyes searched me. Then like a human ball it tossed +me to another. I caught a glimpse of Drake's tall figure +drifting through the air. + +The play became more rapid, breathtaking. It was play; +I recognized that. But it was perilous play for us. I felt +myself as fragile as a doll of glass in the hands of careless +children. + +I was tossed to a waiting cube. On the ground, not ten +feet from me, was Drake, swaying dizzily. Suddenly the +cube that held me tightened its grip; tightened it so that +it drew me irresistibly flat down upon its surface. Before +I dropped, Drake's body leaped toward me as though +drawn by a lasso. He fell at my side. + +Then pursued by scores of the Things and like some +mischievous boy bearing off the spoils, the block that held +us raced away, straight for an open portal. A blaze of +incandescent blue flame blinded me; again as the dazzlement +faded I saw Drake beside me--a skeleton form. +Swiftly flesh melted back upon him, clothed him. + +The cube stopped, abruptly; the hosts of little unseen +hands raised us, slid us gently over its edge, set us upright +beside it. And it sped away. + +All about us stretched another of those vast halls in +which on high burned the pale-gilt suns. Between its +colossal columns streamed thousands of the Metal Folk; +no longer hurriedly, but quietly, deliberately, sedately. + +We were within the City--even as Ventnor had commanded. + + + + + +CHAPTER XIX + +THE CITY +THAT WAS ALIVE + +Close beside us was one of the cyclopean columns. We +crept to it; crouched at its base opposite the drift of the +Metal People; strove, huddled there, to regain our shaken +poise. Like bagatelles we felt in that tremendous place, +the weird luminaries gleaming above like garlands of +frozen suns, the enigmatic hosts of animate cubes and +spheres and pyramids trooping past. + +They ranged in size from shapes yard-high to giants of +thirty feet or more. They paid no heed to us, did not +stop; streaming on, engrossed in whatever mysterious business +was summoning them. And after a time their numbers +lessened; thinned down to widely separate groups, to +stragglers; then ceased. The hall was empty of them. + +As far as the eye could reach the columned spaces +stretched. I was conscious once more of that unusual flow +of energy through every vein and nerve. + +"Follow the crowd!" said Drake. "Do you feel just full +of pep and ginger, by the way?" + +"I am aware of the most extraordinary vigor," I answered. + +"Some weird joint," he mused, looking about him. "Wonder +if they have any windows? This whole place looked +solid to me--what I could see of it. Wonder if we'll get +up against it for air? These Things don't need it, that's +sure. Wonder--" + +He broke off staring fascinatedly at the pillar behind us. + +"Look here, Goodwin!" There was a tremor in his voice. +"What do you make of THIS?" + +I followed his pointing finger; looked at him inquiringly. + +"The eyes!" he said impatiently. "Don't you see them? +The eyes in the column!" + +And now I saw them. The pillar was a pale metallic +blue, in color a trifle darker than the Metal Folk. All +within it were the myriads of tiny crystalline points that +we had grown to know were the receptors of some +strange sense of sight. But they did not sparkle as did +those others; they were dull, lifeless. I touched the surface. +It was smooth, cool--with none of that subtle, warm +vitality that pulsed through all the Things with which I +had come in contact. I shook my head, realizing as I did +so what a shock the incredible possibility he had suggested +had given me. + +"No," I said. "There is a resemblance, yes. But there +is no force about this--stuff; no life. Besides, such a thing +is utterly incredible." + +"They might be--dormant," he suggested stubbornly. +"Can you see any mark of their joining--if they ARE the +cubes?" + +Together we scanned the pillar minutely. The faces +seemed unbroken, continuous; there was no trace of those +thin and shining lines that marked the juncture of the +cubes when they had clicked together to form the bridge +of the abyss or that had gleamed, crosslike, upon the back +of the combined four upon which we had followed Norhala. + +"It's a sheer impossibility. It's madness to think such a +thing, Drake!" I exclaimed, and wondered at my own +vehemence of denial. + +"Maybe," he shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe--but +--well--let's be on our way." + +We strode on, following the direction the Metal Folk +had gone. Clearly Drake was still doubtful; at each pillar +he hesitated, scanning it closely with troubled eyes. + +But I, having determinedly dismissed the idea, was +more interested in the fantastic lights that flooded this +columned hall with their buttercup radiance. They were +still and unwinking; not disks, I could see now, but globes. +Great and small, they floated motionless, their rays extending +rigidly and as still as the orb that shed them. + +Yet rigid as they were there was nothing about either +rays or orbs that suggested either hardness or the metallic. +They were vaporous, soft as St. Elmo's fire, the witch +lights that cling at times to the spars of ships, weird +gleaming visitors from the invisible ocean of atmospheric +electricity. + +When they disappeared, as they did frequently, it was +instantaneously, completely, with a disconcerting sleight-of-hand +finality. I noted, though, that when they did +vanish, immediately close to where they had been other +orbs swam forth with that same astonishing abruptness; +sometimes only one, larger it might be than that which +had gone; sometimes a cluster of smaller globes, their +frozen, crocused rays impinging. + +What could they be, I wondered--how fixed, and what +the source of their light? Products of electro-magnetic +currents and born of the interpenetration of such streams +flowing above us? Such a theory might account for their +disappearance, and reappearance, shiftings of the flows +that changed the light producing points of contact. Wireless +lights? If so here was an idea that human science +might elaborate if ever we returned to-- + +"Now which way?" Drake broke in upon my musing. +The hall had ended. We stood before a blank wall vanishing +into the soft mists hiding the roof of the chamber. + +"I thought we had been going along the way They went," +I said in amazement. + +"So did I," he answered. "We must have circled. They +never went through THAT unless--unless--" He hesitated. + +"Unless what?" I asked sharply. + +"Unless it opened and let them through," he said. "Have +you forgotten those great ovals--like cat's eyes that opened +in the outer walls?" he added quietly. + +I HAD forgotten. I looked again at the wall. Certainly it +was smooth, lineless. In one unbroken, shining surface it +rose, a facade of polished metal. Within it the deep set +points of light were duller even than they had been in the +pillars; almost indeed indistinguishable. + +"Go on to the left," I said none too patiently. "And get +that absurd notion out of your head." + +"All right." He flushed. "But you don't think I'm afraid, +do you?" + +"If what you're thinking were true, you'd have a right +to be," I replied tartly. "And I want to tell you I'D be +afraid. Damned afraid." + +For perhaps two hundred paces we skirted the base of +the wall. We came abruptly to an opening, an oblong +passageway fully fifty foot wide by twice as high. At its +entrance the mellow, saffron light was cut off as though +by an invisible screen. The tunnel itself was filled with a +dim grayish blue luster. For an instant we contemplated it. + +"I wouldn't care to be caught in there by any rush," I +hesitated. + +"There's not much good in thinking of that now," said +Drake, grimly. "A few chances more or less in a joint of +this kind is nothing between friends, Goodwin; take it +from me. Come on." + +We entered. Walls, floor and roof were composed of +the same substance as the great pillars, the wall of the +outer chamber; filled like them with dimmed replicas of +the twinkling eye points. + +"Odd that all the places in here are square," muttered +Drake. "They don't seem to have used any spherical or +pyramidal ideas in their building--if it is a building." + +It was true. All was mathematically straight up and +down and across. It was strange--still we had seen little +as yet. + +There was a warmth about this passageway we trod; a +difference in the air of it. The warmth grew, a dry and +baking heat; but stimulative rather than oppressive. I +touched the walls; the warmth did not come from them. +And there was no wind. Yet as we went on the heat increased. + +The passageway turned at a right angle, continuing in a +corridor half its former dimensions. Far away shone a high +bar of pale yellow radiance, rising like a pillar of light +from floor to roof. Toward it, perforce, we trudged. Its +brilliancy grew greater. + +A few paces away from it we stopped. The yellow +luminescence streamed through a slit not more than a foot +wide in the wall. We were in a cul-de-sac for the opening +was not wide enough for either Drake or me to push +through. Through it with the light gushed the curious heat +enveloping us. + +Drake walked to the opening, peered through. I joined +him. + +At first all that I could see was a space filled with the +saffron lambency. Then I saw that this was splashed with +tiny flashes of the jewel fires; little lances and javelin +thrusts of burning emeralds and rubies; darting gem hard +flames rose scarlet and pale sapphire; quick flares of violet. + +Into my sight through the irised, crocus mist swam the +radiant body of Norhala! + +She stood naked, clad only in the veils of her hair that +glowed now like spun silk of molten copper, her strange +eyes wide and smiling, the galaxies of tiny stars sparkling +through their gray depths. + +And all about her swirled a countless host of the Little +Things! + +From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists. +They played and frolicked about her in scores of swiftly +forming, swiftly changing, goblin shapes. They circled her +feet in shining, elfin rings; then opening into flaming disks +and stars, shot up and spun about the white miracle of +her body in great girdles of multi-colored living fires. +Mingled with disk and star were tiny crosses gleaming +with sullen, deep crimsons and smoky orange. + +A flash of blue incandescence and a slender pillared +shape leaped from the floor; became a coronet, a whirling, +flashing halo toward which streamed up the flaming tendrilings +of her tresses. Other halos circled her arms and +breasts; they spun like bracelets about the outstretched +arms. + +Then like a swiftly rushing wave a host of the Little +Things thrust themselves up, covered her, hid her in a +coruscating cloud. + +I saw an exquisite arm thrust itself from their clinging, +wave gaily; saw her glorious head emerge from the +incredible, the seething draperies of living jewels. I heard +her laughter, sweet and golden and far away. + +Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes! + +The Nursery of the Metal People! + +Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too +were the bar of light and the chamber into which we +had been peering. We stared at a smooth, blank wall. With +that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had closed even +as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we +had not seen its motion. + +I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest +corner--for on the other side of us the wall was opening. +First it was only a crack; then rapidly it widened. There +stretched another passageway, luminous and long; far +down it we glimpsed movement. Closer that movement +came, grew plainer. Out of the mistily luminous distances, +three abreast and filling the corridor from side to side, +raced upon us a company of the great spheres! + +Back we cowered from their approach--back and back; +arms outstretched, pressing against the barrier, flattening +ourselves against the shock of the destroying impact +menacing. + +"It's all up," muttered Drake. "No place to run. They're +bound to smash us. Stick close, Doc. Get back to Ruth. +Maybe I can stop them!" + +Before I could check him, he had leaped straight in the +path of the rushing globes, now a scant twoscore yards +away. + +The globes stopped--halted a few feet from him. They +seemed to contemplate us, astonished. They turned upon +themselves, as though consulting. Slowly they advanced. +We were pushed forward and lifted gently. Then as we +hung suspended, held by that force which always I +can liken only to myriads of tiny invisible hands, the +shining arcs of their backs undulated beneath us. + +Their files swung around the corner and marched down +the passage by which we had come from the immense hall. +And when the last rank had passed from under us we +were dropped softly to our feet; stood swaying in their +wake. + +A curious frenzy of helpless indignation shook me, a +rage of humiliation obscuring all gratitude I should have +felt for our escape. Drake's eyes blazed wrath. + +"The insolent devils!" He raised clenched fists. "The +insolent, domineering devils!" + +We stared after them. + +Was the passage growing narrower--closing? Even as I +gazed I saw it shrink; saw its walls slide silently toward +each other. I pushed Drake into the newly opened way +and sprang after him. + +Behind us was an unbroken wall covering all that +space in which but a moment before we had stood! + +Is it to be wondered that a panic seized us; that we +began to run crazily down the alley that still lay open +before us, casting over our shoulders quick, fearful +glances to see whether that inexorable, dreadful closing +was continuing, threatening to crush us between these +walls like flies in a vise of steel? + +But they did not close. Unbroken, silent, the way +stretched before us and behind us. At last, gasping, +avoiding each other's gaze, we paused. + +And at that very moment of pause a deeper tremor +shook me, a trembling of the very foundations of life, +the shuddering of one who faces the inconceivable knowing +at last that the inconceivable--IS. + +For, abruptly, walls and floor and roof broke forth into +countless twinklings! + +As though a film had been withdrawn from them, as +though they had awakened from slumber, myriads of little +points of light shone forth upon us from the pale-blue +surfaces--lights that considered us, measured us--mocked +us. + +The little points of living light that were the eyes of the +Metal People! + +This was no corridor cut through inert matter by mechanic +art; its opening had been caused by no hidden +mechanisms! It was a living Thing--walled and floored +and roofed by the living bodies--of the Metal People +themselves. + +Its opening, as had been the closing of that other passage, +was the conscious, coordinate and voluntary action +of the Things that formed these mighty walls. + +An action that obeyed, was directed by, the incredibly +gigantic, communistic will which, like the spirit of the +hive, the soul of the formicary, animated every unit of +them. + +A greater realization swept us. If THIS were true, then +those pillars in the vast hall, its towering walls--all this +City was one living Thing! + +Built of the animate bodies of countless millions! Tons +upon countless tons of them shaping a gigantic pile of +which every atom was sentient, mobile--intelligent! + +A Metal Monster! + +Now I knew why it was that its frowning facade had +seemed to watch us Argus-eyed as the Things had tossed +us toward it. It HAD watched us! + +That flood of watchfulness pulsing about us had been +actual concentration of regard of untold billions of tiny +eyes of the living block which formed the City's cliff. + +A City that Saw! A City that was Alive! + +No secret mechanism then--back darted my mind to +that first terror--had closed the wall, shutting from our +sight Norhala at play with the Little Things. None had +opened the way for, had closed the way behind, the +coursing spheres. It had been done by the conscious action +of the conscious Things of whose living bodies was +built this whole tremendous thinking pile! + + +I think that for a moment we both went a little mad as +that staggering truth came to us. I know we started to run +once more, side by side, gripping like frightened children +each other's hands. Then Drake stopped. + +"By all the HELL of this place," he said, solemnly, "I'll +run no more. After all--we're men. If they kill us, they +kill us. But by the God who made me I'll run from them +no more. I'll die standing." + +His courage steadied me. Defiantly we marched on. Up +from below us, down from the roof, out from the walls +of our way the hosts of eyes gleamed and twinkled upon +us. + +"Who could have believed it?" he muttered, half to himself. +"A living city of them! A living nest of them; a +prodigious living nest of metal!" + +"A nest?" I caught the word. What did it suggest? That +was it--the nest of the army ants, the city of the army +ants, that Beebe had studied in the South American jungles +and once described to me. After all, was this more +wonderful, more unbelievable than that--the city of ants +which was formed by their living bodies precisely as this +was of the bodies of the Cubes? + +How had Beebe* phrased it--"the home, the nest, the +hearth, the nursery, the bridal suite, the kitchen, the bed +and board of the army ants." Built of and occupied by +those blind and dead and savage little insects which by +the guidance of smell alone carried on the most intricate +operations, the most complex activities. Nothing here was +stranger than that, I reflected--if once one could rid the +mind of the paralyzing influence of the shapes of the +Metal Things. Whence came the stimuli that moved THEM, +the stimuli to which THEY reacted? + +* William Beebe, Atlantic Monthly, October, 1919. + +Well then--whence and how came the orders to which +the ANTS responded; that bade them open THIS corridor in +their nest, close THAT, form this chamber, fill that one? +Was one more mysterious than the other? + +Breaking into my current of thoughts came consciousness +that I was moving with increased speed; that my +body was fast growing lighter. + +Simultaneously with this recognition I felt myself lifted +from the floor of the corridor and levitated with considerable +rapidity forward; looking down I saw that floor +several feet below me. Drake's arm wound itself around +my shoulder. + +"Closing up behind us," he muttered. "They're putting +us--out." + +It was, indeed, as though the passageway had wearied +of our deliberate progress. Had decided to--give us a lift. +Rearward it was shutting. I noted with interest how accurately +this motion kept pace with our own speed, and +how fluidly the walls seemed to run together. + +Our movement became accelerated. It was as though +we floated buoyantly, weightless, upon some swift stream. +The sensation was curiously pleasant, languorous--what +was that word Ruth had used?--ELEMENTAL--and free. The +supporting force seemed to flow equally from walls and +floor; to reach down to us from the roof. It was slumberously +even, and effortless. I saw that in advance of us +the living corridor was opening even as behind us it was +closing. + +All around us the little eye points twinkled and-- +laughed. + +There was no danger here--there could be none. Deeper +and deeper dropped my mind into the depths of that alien +tranquillity. Faster and faster we floated--onward. + +Abruptly, ahead of us shone a blaze of daylight. We +passed into it. The force holding us withdrew its grip; I +felt solidity beneath my feet; stood and leaned back +against a smooth wall. + +The corridor had ended and--had shut us out from itself. + +"Bounced!" exclaimed Drake. + +And incongruous, flippant, colloquial as was that word, +I know none that would better describe my own feelings. + +We were BOUNCED out upon a turret jutting from the barrier. +And before us lay spread the most amazing, the most +extraordinary fantastic scene upon which, I think, the +vision of man has rested since the advent of time. + + + + + +CHAPTER XX + +VAMPIRES OF +THE SUN + +It was a crater; a half mile on high and all of two thousand +feet across ran the circular lip of its vast rim. Above +it was a circle of white and glaring sky in whose center +flamed the sun. + +And instantly, before my vision could grasp a tithe of +that panorama, I knew that this place was the very heart +of the City; its vital ganglion; its soul. + +Around the crater lip were poised thousands of concave +disks, vernal green, enormous. They were like a border of +gigantic, upthrust shields; and within each, emblazoned +like a shield's device, was a blinding flower of flame-- +the reflected, dilated face of the sun. Below this diadem +hung, pendent, clusters of other disks, swarmed like the +globular hiving of the constellation Hercules' captured +stars. And each of these prisoned the image of our sun. + +A hundred feet below us was the crater floor. + +Up from it thrust a mountainous forest of the pallidly +radiant cones; bristling; prodigious. Tier upon tier, thicket +upon thicket, phalanx upon phalanx they climbed. Up and +up, pyramidically, they flung their spiked hosts. + +They drew together two thousand feet above us, clustering +close about the foot of a single huge spire which +thrust itself skyward above them. The crest of this spire +was truncated. From its shorn tip radiated scores of long +and slender spokes holding in place a thousand feet wide +wheel of wan green disks whose concave surfaces, unlike +those smooth ones girding the crater, were curiously +faceted. + +This amazing structure rested upon a myriad-footed +base of crystal, even as had that other cornute fantasy +beside which we had met the great Disk. But it was in size +to that as--as Leviathan to a minnow. From it streamed +the same baffling suggestion of invincible force transmuted +into matter; energy coalesced into the tangible; power +made concentrate in the vestments of substance. + +Half-way between crater lip and floor began the hordes +of the Metal People. + +In colossal animate cheveau-de-frise of hundred-foot +girders they thrust themselves out from the curving walls +--walls, I knew, as alive as they! + +From these Brobdignagian beams they swung in ropes +and clusters--spheres and cubes studded as thickly with +the pyramids as ever Titan's mace with spikes. Group after +bizarre group they dropped; pendulous. Coppices of slender +columns of thistled globes sprang up to meet the +festooned joists. + +Between the girders they draped themselves in long, +stellated garlands; grouped themselves in innumerable, +kaleidoscopic patterns. + +They clicked into place around the golden turret in +which we crouched. + +In fantastic arrases they swayed in front of us--now +hiding by, now revealing through their quicksilver interweavings +the mounts of the Cones. + +And steadily those flowing in below added to their multitudes; +gliding up cable and pillar; building out still further +the living girders, stringing themselves upon living +festoon and living garland, weaving in among them, changing +their shapes, rewriting their symbols. + +They swung and threaded swiftly, in shifting arabesque, +in Gothic traceries, in lace-like fantasies; utterly bizarre, +unutterably beautiful--crystalline, geometric always. + +Abruptly their movement ceased--so abruptly that the +stoppage of all the ordered turmoil had the quality of +appalling silence. + +An unimaginable tapestry bedight with incredible broidery, +the Metal People draped the vast cup. + +Pillared it as though it were a temple. + +Garnished it with their bodies as though it were a +shrine. + +Across the floor toward the Cones glided a palely lustrous +sphere. In shape only a globe like all its kind, yet it +was invested with power; it radiated power as a star does +light; was clothed in unseen garments of supernal force. +In its wake drifted two great pyramids; after them ten +spheres but little smaller than the Shape which led. + +"The Metal Emperor!" breathed Drake. + +On they swept until they reached the base of the Cones. +They paused at the edge of the crystal tabling. They +turned. + +There was a flashing as of a meteor bursting. The globe +had opened into that splendor of jewel fires before which +had floated Norhala and Ruth. + +I saw again the luminous ovals of sapphire, studding its +golden zone, the mystic rose of pulsing, petal flame, the +still core of incandescent ruby that was the heart of that +rose. + +Strangely I felt my own heart veer toward this--Thing; +bowing before its beauty and its strength; almost worshiping! + +A shock of revulsion went through me. I shot a quick, +half frightened glance at Drake. He was crouching dangerously +close to the lip of the ledge, hands clasped and +knuckles white with the intensity of his grip, eyes rapt, +staring--upon the verge of worship even as I had been. + +"Drake!" I thrust my elbow into his side brutally. "None +of that! Remember you're human! Guard yourself, man +--guard yourself!" + +"What?" he muttered; then, abruptly: "How did you +know?" + +"I felt it myself," I answered: "For God's sake, Dick-- +hold fast to yourself! Remember Ruth!" + +He shook his head violently--as though to be rid of +some clinging, cloying thing. + +"I'll not forget again," he said. + +He huddled down once more close to the edge of the +shelf; peering over. No one of the Metal People had +moved; the silence, the stillness, was unbroken. + +Now the flanking pyramids shot forth into twin stars, +blazing with violet luminescences. And one by one after +them the ten lesser spheres expanded into flaming orbs; +beautiful they were, but far less glorious than that Disk of +whom they were the counselors?--ministers?--what? + +Still there was no movement among all the arrased, +girdered, pillared hosts. + +There came a little wailing; far away it was and far. +Nearer it drew. Was that a tremor that passed through +the crowded crater? A quick pulse of--eagerness? + +"Hungry!" whispered Drake. "They're HUNGRY!" + + +Closer was the wailing; again that faint tremor quivered +over the place. And now I caught it--a quick and avid +pulsing. + +"Hungry," whispered Drake again. "Like a lot of lions +with the keeper coming along with meat." + +The wailing was below us. I felt, not a quiver this time, +but an unmistakable shock pass through the Horde. It +throbbed--and passed. + +Into the field of our vision, up to the flaming Disk +rushed an immense cube. + +Thrice the height of a tall man--as I think I have noted +before--when it unfolded its radiance was that shape of +mingled beauty and power I call the Metal Emperor. + +Yet this Thing eclipsed it. Black, uncompromising, in +some indefinable way BRUTAL, its square bulk blotted out +the Disk's effulgence; shrouded it. And a shadow seemed +to fall upon the crater. The violet fires of the flanking stars +pulsed out--watchfully, threateningly. + +For only an instant the darkening block loomed against +the Disk; blackened it. + +There came another meteor burst of light. Where the +cube had been was now a tremendous, fiery cross--a cross +inverted. + +Its upper arm arose to twice the length either of its +horizontals or the square that was its foot. In its opening +it must have turned, for its--FACE--was toward us and +away from the Cones, its body hid the Disk, and almost +all the surfaces of the two watchful Stars. + +Eighty feet at least in height, this cruciform shape +stood. It flamed and flickered with angry, smoky crimsons +and scarlets; with sullen orange glowings and glitterings of +sulphurous yellows. Within its fires were none of those +leaping, multicolored glories that were the Metal Emperor's; +no trace of the pulsing, mystic rose; no shadow +of jubilant sapphire; no purple royal; no tender, merciful +greens nor gracious opalescences. Nothing even of the +blasting violet of the Stars. + +All angry, smoky reds and ochres the cross blazed +forth--and in its lurid glowings was something sinister, +something real, something cruel, something--nearer to +earth, closer to man. + +"The Keeper of the Cones and the Metal Emperor!" +muttered Drake. "I begin to get it--yes--I begin to get-- +Ventnor!" + +Once more the pulse, the avid throbbing shook the +crater. And as swiftly in its wake rushed back the +stillness, the silence. + +The Keeper turned--I saw its palely lustrous blue metallic +back. I drew out my little field-glasses, focussed them. + +The Cross slipped sidewise past the Disk, its courtiers, +its stellated guardians. As it went by they swung about +with it; ever facing it. + +And now at last was clear a thing that had puzzled +greatly--the mechanism of that opening process by which +sphere became oval disk, pyramid a four-pointed star and +--as I had glimpsed in the play of the Little Things about +Norhala, could see now so plainly in the Keeper--the +blocks took this inverted cruciform shape. + +The Metal People were hollow! + +Hollow metal--boxes! + +In their enclosing sides dwelt all their vitality--their +powers--themselves! + +And those sides were--everything that THEY were! + +Folded, the oval disk became the sphere; the four points +of the star, the square from which those points radiated; +shutting became the pyramid; the six faces of the cubes +were when opened the inverted cross. + +Nor were these flexible, mobile walls massive. They +were indeed, considering the apparent mass of the Metal +Folk, most astonishingly fragile. Those of the Keeper, +despite its eighty feet of height, could not have been more +than a yard in thickness. At the edges I thought I could +see groovings; noted the same appearances at the outlines +of the Stars. Seen sidewise, the body of the Metal Emperor +showed as a convexity; its surface smooth, with a +suggestion of transparency. + +The Keeper was bending; its oblong upper plane dropping +forward as though upon a hinge. Lower and lower +this flange bent--in a grotesque, terrifying obeisance; a +horrible mockery of reverence. + +Was this mountain of Cones then actually a shrine--an +idol of the Metal People--their God? + +The oblong that was the upper half of the cruciform +Shape extended now at right angles to the horizontal arms. +It hovered, a rectangle forty feet long, as many feet over +the floor at the base of the crystal pedestal. It bent +again, this time from the hinge that held the outstretched +arms to the base. And now it was a huge truncated cross, +a T-shaped figure, hovering only twenty feet above the +pave. + +Down from the Keeper writhed and flicked a tangle of +tentacles; serpentine, whiplike. Silvery white, they were +dyed with the scarlet and orange flaming of the surface +now hidden from my eyes; reflected those sullen and angry +gleamings. Vermiceous, coiling, they seemed to drop from +every inch of the overhanging planes. + +Something there was beneath them--something like an +immense and luminous tablet. The tentacles were moving +over it--pressing here, thrusting there, turning, pushing, +manipulating-- + + +A shuddering passed through the crowding cones. I +saw the tremor shake their bristling hosts, oscillate the +great spire, set the faceted disks quivering. + +The trembling grew; a vibration in every separate cone +that became even more rapid. There was a faint, curiously +oppressive humming--like the distant echo of a tempest +in chaos. + +Faster, ever faster grew the vibration. Now the sharp +outlines of the cones were dissolving. + +And now they were--gone. + +The mount of the cones had become a mighty pyramid +of pale green radiance--one tremendous, pallid flame, of +which the spire was the tongue. Out from the disked wheel +at its shorn tip gushed a flood of light--light that gathered +itself from the leaping radiance below it. + +The tentacles of the Keeper moved more swiftly over +the enigmatic tablet; writhing cloudily; confusedly rapid. +The faceted disks wavered; turned upward; the wheel began +to whirl--faster--faster-- + +Up from that flaming circle, out into the sky leaped a +thick, pale green column of intensest light. + +With prodigious speed, as compact as water, CONCENTRATE, +it struck--straight out toward the face of the sun. + +It thrust up with the speed of light--the speed of light? +A thought came to me; incredible I believed it even as I +reacted to it. My pulse is uniformly seventy to the minute. +I sought my wrist, found the artery, made allowance for +its possible acceleration, began to count. + +"What's the matter?" asked Drake. + +"Take my glasses," I muttered, trying to keep up, while +speaking, my tally. "Matches in my pocket. Smoke the +lenses. I want to look at sun." + +With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another +time I would have found laughable, he obeyed. + +"Hold them to my eyes," I ordered. + +Three minutes had gone by. + +There it was--that for which I sought. Clear through +the darkened lenses I could see the sun spot, high up on +the northern-most limb of the sun. An unimaginable cyclone +of incandescent gases; an unthinkably huge dynamo +pouring its floods of electro-magnetism upon all the circling +planets; that solar crater which we now know was, +when at its maximum, all of one hundred and fifty thousand +miles across; the great sun spot of the summer of +1919--the most enormous ever recorded by astronomical +science. + +Five minutes had gone by. + +Common sense whispered to me. There was no use keeping +my eyes fixed to the glasses. Even if that thought were +true--even if that pillar of radiance were a MESSENGER, an +earth-hurled bolt flying to the sun through atmosphere +and outer space with the speed of light, even if it were +this stupendous creation of these Things, still between +eight and nine minutes must elapse before it could reach +the orb; and as many minutes must go by before the image +of whatever its impact might produce upon the sun could +pass back over the bridge of light spanning the ninety +millions of miles between it and us. + +And after all did not that hypothesis belong to the utterly +impossible? Even were it so--what was it that the +Metal Monster expected to follow? This radiant shaft, +colossal as it was to us, was infinitesimal compared to the +target at which it was aimed. + +What possible effect could that spear have upon the +solar forces? + +And yet--and yet--a gnat's bite can drive an elephant +mad. And Nature's balance is delicate; and what great +happenings may follow the slightest disturbance of her +infinitely sensitive, her complex, equilibrium? It might be-- +it might be-- + +Eight minutes had passed. + +"Take the glasses," I bade Drake. "Look up at the sun +spot--the big one." + +"I see it." He had obeyed me. "What of it?" + +Nine minutes. + +The shaft, if I were right, had by now touched the sun. +What was to follow? + +"I don't get you at all," said Drake, and lowered the +glasses. + +Ten minutes. + +"What's happening? Look at the Cones! Look at the +Emperor!" gasped Drake. + + +I peered down, then almost forgot to count. + +The pyramidal flame that had been the mount of Cones +was shrunken. The pillar of radiance had not lessened-- +but the mechanism that was its source had retreated whole +yards within the field of its crystal base. + +And the Metal Emperor! Dulled and faint were his fires, +dimmed his splendors; and fainter still were the violet +luminescences of the watching Stars, the shimmering livery +of his court. + +The Keeper of the Cones! Were not its outstretched +planes hovering lower and lower over the gleaming tablet; +its tentacles moving aimlessly, feebly--wearily? + +I had a sense of force being withdrawn from all about +me. It was as though all the City were being drained of +life--as though vitality were being sucked from it to feed +this pyramid of radiance; drained from it to forge the +thrusting spear piercing sunward. + +The Metal People seemed to hang limply, inert; the living +girders seemed to sag; the living columns to bend; to +droop and to sway. + +Twelve minutes. + +With a nerve-racking crash one of the laden beams fell; +dragging down with it others; bending, shattering in its +fall a thicket of the horned columns. Behind us the +sparkling eyes of the wall were dimmed, vacant--dying. +Something of that hellish loneliness, that demoniac desire +for immolation that had assailed us in the haunted hollow +of the ruins began to creep over me. + +The crowded crater was fainting. The life was going out +of the City--its magnetic life, draining into the shaft +of green fire. + +Duller grew the Metal Emperor's glories. + +Fourteen minutes. + +"Goodwin," cried Drake, "the life's going out of these +Things! Going out with that ray they're shooting." + +Fifteen minutes. + +I watched the tentacles of the Keeper grope over the +tablet. Abruptly the flaming pyramid darkened--WENT OUT. + +The radiant pillar hurtled upward like a thunder-bolt; +vanished in space. + +Before us stood the mount of cones, shrunken to a sixth +of its former size. + +Sixteen minutes. + +All about the crater-lip the ringed shields tilted; thrust +themselves on high, as though behind each was an eager +lifting arm. Below them the hived clusters of disks changed +from globules into wide coronets. + +Seventeen minutes. + +I dropped my wrist; seized the glasses from Drake; +raised them to the sun. For a moment I saw nothing--then +a tiny spot of white incandescence shone forth at the +lower edge of the great spot. It grew into a point of +radiance, dazzling even through the shadowed lenses. + +I rubbed my eyes; looked again. It was still there, larger +--blazing with an ever increasing and intolerable intensity. + +I handed the glasses to Drake, silently. + +"I see it!" he muttered. "I see it! And THAT did it--that! +Goodwin!" There was panic in his cry. "Goodwin! The +spot! it's widening! It's widening!" + +I snatched the glasses from him. I caught again the +dazzling flashing. But whether Drake HAD seen the spot widen, +change--to this day I do not know. + +To me it seemed unchanged--and yet--perhaps it was +not. It may be that under that finger of force, that spear +of light, that wound in the side of our sun HAD opened +further-- + +That the sun had winced! + +I do not to this day know. But whether it had or not-- +still shone the intolerably brilliant light. And miracle +enough that was for me. + +Twenty minutes--subconsciously I had gone on counting-- +twenty minutes-- + +About the cratered girdle of the upthrust shields a +glimmering mistiness was gathering; a translucent mist, +beryl pale and beryl clear. In a heart-beat it had thickened +into a vast and vaporous ring through whose swarms of +corpuscles the sun's reflected image upon each disk shone +clear--as though seen through clouds of transparent +atoms of aquamarine. + +Again the filaments of the Keeper moved--feebly. As +one of the hosts of circling shields shifted downward. +Brilliant, ever more brilliant, waxed the fast-thickening +mists. + +Abruptly, and again as one, the disks began to revolve. +From every concave surface, from the surfaces of the +huge circlets below them, flashed out a stream of green +fire--green as the fire of green life itself. Corpuscular, +spun of uncounted rushing, dazzling ions the great rays +struck across, impinged upon the thousand-foot wheel +that crowned the cones; set it whirling. + +Over it I saw form a limpid cloud of the brilliant +vapors. Whence came these sparkling nebulosities, +these mists of light? It was as though the clustered, +spinning disks reached into the shadowless air, sucked from it +some unseen, rhythmic energy and transformed it into this +visible, coruscating flood. + +For now it was a flood. Down from the immense wheel +came pouring cataracts of green fires. They cascaded over +the cones; deluged them; engulfed them. + +Beneath that radiant inundation the cones grew. Perceptibly +their volume increased--as though they gorged +themselves upon the light. No--it was as though the +corpuscles flew to them, coalesced and built themselves into +the structure. + +Out and further out upon the base of crystal they crept. +And higher and higher soared their tips, thrusting, ever +thrusting upward toward the whirling wheel that fed +them. + +Now from the Keeper's planes writhed the Keeper's tangle +of tentacles, uncoiling eagerly, avidly, through the +twenty feet of space between their source and the +enigmatic mechanism they manipulated. The crater's disks +tilted downward. Into the vast hollow shot their jets of +green radiance, drenching the Metal Hordes, splashing +from the polished walls wherever the Metal Hordes had +left those living walls exposed. + +All about us was a trembling, an accelerating pulse +of life. Colossal, rhythmic, ever quicker, ever more +powerfully that pulse throbbed--a prodigious vibration +monstrously alive. + +"Feeding!" whispered Drake. "Feeding! Feeding on the +sun!" + +Faster danced the radiant beams. The crater was a cauldron +of green fires through which the conical rays angled +and interwove, crossed and mingled. And where they +mingled, where they crossed, flamed out suddenly immense +rayless orbs; palpitant for an instant, then dissolving +in spiralling, feathery spray of pallid emerald incandescences. + +Stronger and stronger beat the pulse of returning life. + +A jetting stream struck squarely upon the Metal Emperor. +Out blazed his splendors--jubilant. His golden +zodiac, no longer tarnished and dull, ran with sun flames; +the wondrous rose was a racing, lambent miracle. + +Up snapped the Keeper; towered behind him, all flickering +scarlets and leaping yellows--no longer wrathful or +sullen. + +The place dripped radiance; was filling like a chrisom +with radiance. + +Us, too, the sparkling mists bathed. + +I was conscious of a curiously wild exhilaration; a +quickening of the pulse; an abnormally rapid breathing. +I stooped to touch Drake; sparks leaped from my outstretched +fingers, great green sparks that crackled as they +impacted upon him. He gave them no heed; but stared +with fascinated eyes upon the crater. + +Now from every side broke a tempest of gem fires. +From every girder and column, from every arras, pendent +and looping, burst diamond glitterings, ruby luminescences, +lanced flames of molten emerald and sapphires, +flashings of amethyst and opal, meteoric iridescences, +dazzling spectrums. + +The hollow was a cave of some Aladdin of the Titans +ablaze with enchanted hoards. It was a place of gems +ensorcelled, gems in which imprisoned hosts of the Jinns of +Light beat sparkling against their crystal walls to escape. + +I thrust the fantasies from me. Fantastic enough was +this reality--globe and pyramid and cube of the Metal +People opening wide, bathing in, drinking from the +radiant maelstrom that faster and ever faster swirled +about them. + +"Feeding!" It was Drake's awed voice. "Feeding on the +sun!" + +The circling shields were raising themselves, lifting +themselves higher above the crater-lip. Into the crowded +cylinder came now only the rays from the high circlets, +the streams from the huge wheel above the still growing +cones. + +Up and up the shields rose, but by what mechanism +raised I could not see. Their motion ceased; in all their +thousands they turned. Over the City's top and out into +the oval valley they poured their torrents of light; flooding +it, deluging it even as they had this pit that was the +City's heart. Feeding, I knew, those other Metal Hordes +without. + +And as though in answer, sweeping down upon us +through the circles of open sky, a clamor poured. + +"If we'd but known!" Drake's voice came to me, thin +and unreal through the tumult. "It's what Ventnor meant! +If we had got down there when they were so weak--if +we could have handled the Keeper--we could have +smashed that plate that works the Cones! We could have +killed them!" + +"There are other Cones," I cried back to him. + +"No," he shook his head. "This is the master machine. +It's what Ventnor meant when he said to strike through +the sun. And we've lost the chance--" + +Louder grew the hurricane without; and now within +began its mate. Through the mists flashed linked tempests of +lightnings. Bolt upon javelin bolt, and ever more thickly; +lightnings green as the mists themselves; lightning bolts +of destroying violets, searing scarlets; tearing chains of +withering yellows, globes of exploding multicolored electric +incandescences. + +The crater was threaded with the lightnings of the +Metal People; was broidered with them; was a Pit woven +with vast and changing patterns of electric flame. + +What was it that Drake had said? That if but we could +have known we could have destroyed these--Things-- +Destroyed--Them? Things that could thrust their will +and power up through ninety million miles of space and +suck from the sun the honey of power! Drain it and hive +it within these great mountains of the cones! + +Destroy Things that could feed their own life into a +machine to draw back from the sun a greater life-- +Things that could forge of their strength a spear which, +piercing the side of the sun, sent gushing back upon them +a tenfold, nay, a thousandfold strength! + +Destroy this City that was one vast and living dynamo +feeding upon the magnetic life of earth and sun! + +The clamor had grown stupendous, destroying--like +armored Gods roaring at sword play in a hundred +Valhallas; like the war drums of battling universe; like the +smitings of warring suns. + +And all the City was throbbing, beating with a gigantic +pulse of life--was fed and drunken with life. I felt that +pulsing become my own; I echoed to it; throbbed in +unison. I saw Drake outlined in flame; that around me a +radiant nimbus was growing. + +I thought I saw Norhala floating, clothed in shouting, +flailing fires. I strove to call out to her. By me slipped +the body of Drake; lay flaming at my feet upon the narrow ledge. + +There was a roaring within my head--louder, far +louder, than that which beat against my ears. Something +was drawing me forth; drawing me out of my body into +unimaginable depths of blackness. Something was hurling +me out into those cold depths of space that alone could +darken the fires that encircled me--the fires of which I +was becoming a part. + +I felt myself leap outward--outward and outward-- +into--oblivion. + + + + + +CHAPTER XXI + +PHANTASMAGORIA +METALLIOUE. + +Wearily I opened my eyes. Stiffly, painfully, I stirred. +High above me was the tremendous circle of sky, ringed +with the hosts of feeding shields. But the shields were now +wanly gleaming and the sky was the sky of night. + +Night? How long had I lain here? And where was +Drake? I struggled to rise. + +"Steady, old man," his voice came from beside me. +"Steady--and quiet. How are you feeling?" + +"Badly battered," I groaned. "What happened?" + +"We weren't used to the show," he said. "We got all fed +up at the orgy. Too much magnetism--we had a sudden +and violent attack of electrical indigestion. Sh-h--look +ahead of you." + +Gingerly I turned. I had been lying, I now saw, head +toward and prone at the base of one of the crater's walls. +As my gaze swept away I noted with a curious relief +that the tiny eye-points were no longer sparkling with +their enigmatic life, that they were dulled and dim once +more. + +Before me, glimmering pallidly, bristled the mount of +the Cones. Around its crystal base glittered immense +egg-shaped diamond incandescences. They were both rayless +and strangely--lightless; they threw no shadows nor did +their lambency lessen the dimness. Beside each of these +curious luminosities stood one of the sullen-fired, cruciform +shapes--the Things that now I knew for the opened +cubes. + +They were smaller than the Keeper, indeed less than half +his height. They were ranged in an almost unbroken crescent +around the visible arc of the immense pedestal--and +now I saw that the lights were a few feet closer to that +pedestal than they. Egg-shaped as I have said, the wider +end was undermost, resting in a broad cup upheld by a +slender pedicle silvery-gray and metallic. + +"They're building out the base," whispered Drake. "The +Cones got so big they have to give them more room." + +"Magnetism," I whispered in return. "Electricity--they +drew down from the sun spot. And it was more than that-- +I saw the Cones grow under it. It fed them as it fed the +Hordes--but the Cones grew. It was as though the shields +and the Cones turned pure energy into substance." + +"And if we hadn't been pretty thoroughly magnetized to +start with it would have done for us," he said. + +We watched the operation going on in front of us. +The cross shapes had bent, hinging above the transverse +arms. They bowed in absolute unison as at some signal. +Down from the horizontal plane of each whipped the long +and writhing tentacles. + +At the foot of every one I could now perceive a heap +of some faintly glistening material. The tendrils coiled +among this, then drew up something that looked like a +thick rod of crystal. The bent planes straightened; +simultaneously they thrust the crystalline bars toward +the incandescences. + +There came a curious, brittle hissing. The ends of the +rods began to dissolve into dazzling, diamond rain, +atomically minute, that passing through the egg-shaped +lights poured upon the periphery of the pedestal. Rapidly +the bars melted. Heat there must be in these lights, +terrific heat--yet the Keeper's workers seemed impervious +to it. + +As the ends of the bars radiated into the annealing mist +I saw the tentacles creep closer and ever closer to the +rayless flame through which the mist flew. And at the +last, as the ultimate atoms drove through, the holding +tendrils were thrust almost within it; touched it, certainly. + +A score of times they repeated this process while we +watched. Unaware of us they seemed, or--if aware, then +indifferent. More rapid became their movements, the glassy +ingots streaming through the floating braziers with hardly +a pause in their passing. Abruptly, as though switched, +the incandescences lessened into candle-points; instantly, +as at a signal, the crescent of crosses closed into a crescent +of cubes. + +Motionless they stood, huge blocks blackened against +the dim glowing of the cones--sentient monoliths; a +Druid curve; an arc of a metal Stonehenge. And as at +dusk and dawn the great menhirs of Stonehenge fill with a +mysterious, granitic life, seem to be praying priests of +stone, so about these gathered hierophantic illusion. + + +They quivered; the slender pedicles cupping, the waned +lights swayed; the lights lifted and soared, upright, to +their backs. + +Two by two with measured pace, solemnly the cubes +glided off into the encircling darkness. As they swept +away there streamed behind them other scores not until +then visible to us, joining pair by pair from hidden arcs. + +Into the secret shadows they flowed, two by two, each +bearing over it the slim shaft holding the serene flame. + +Grotesquely were they like a column of monks marching +with dimmed flambeau of their worship. Angled +metal monks of some god of metal, carrying tapers of +electric fire, withdrawing slowly from a Holy of Holies +whose metallically divine Occupant knew nothing of man +--nor cared to know. + +Grotesque--yes. But would that I had the power to +crystallize in words the underlying, alien terror every +movement of the Metal Monster when disintegrate, its +every manifestation when combined, evoked; the incredulous, +amazed lurking always close behind the threshold of the +mind; the never lifting, thin-shuddering shadow. + +Smaller, dimmer waned the lights--they were gone. + +We crouched, motionless. Nothing stirred; there was +no sound. Without speaking we arose; crept together over +the smooth floor toward the cones. + +As we crossed I saw that the pave, like the walls, was +built of the bodies of the Metal People; and, like the +walls, they were dormant, filmed eyes oblivious to our +passing. Closer we crept--were only a scant score of rods +from that colossal mechanism. I noted that the crystal +foundation was set low; was not more than four feet +above the floor. The sturdy, dwarfed pilasters supporting +it thrust up in crowded copses, merging through distance +into apparent solidity. + +Now, too, I realized, as I had not when looking down +from above, how stupendous the structure rising from the +crystal foundation was. + +I began to wonder how so thin a support could bear +the mount bristling above it--then remembered what it +was that at first had flown from them, shrinking them, and +at last had fed and swelled them. + +Light! Weightless magnetic ions; swarms of electric +ions; the misty breath of the infinite energy breathing +upon, condensing upon, them. Could it be that the Cones +for all their apparent mass had little, if any, weight? Like +ringed Saturn, thousands of times Earth's bulk, flaunting +itself in the Heavens--yet if transported to our world so +light that rings and all it would float like a bubble upon our +oceans. The Cones towered above me--close, so close. + +The Cones were weightless. How I knew I cannot say-- +but now, almost touching them, I did know. Nebulous, +yet solid, were they; compact, yet tenuous, dense and +unsubstantial. + +Again the thought came to me--they were force made +visible; energy made concentrate into matter. + +We skirted, seeking for the tablet over which the +Keeper had hovered; the mechanism which, under his +tentacles, had shifted the circling shields, thrust the spear +of green fire into the side of the wounded sun. Hesitantly +I touched the crystal base; the edge was warm, but +whether this warmth came from the dazzling rain which +we had just watched build it outward or whether it was a +property inherent with the substance itself I do not know. + +Certainly there was no mark upon it to show where the +molten mists had fallen. It was diamond hard and smooth. +The nearest cones were but a scant nine feet from its +rim. + +Suddenly we saw the tablet; stood beside it. The shape +of a great T, glimmering with a faint and limpid violet +phosphorescence, it might have been, in shape and size, +the palely shining shadow of the Keeper. It was a foot +above the floor, and had apparently no connection with +the cones. + +It was made of thousands of close-packed tiny octagonal +rods the tops of some of which were cupped, of others +pointed; none was more than half an inch in width. +There was about it a suggestion of wedded crystal and +metal--as about its burden was the suggestion of mated +energy and matter. + +The rods were movable; they formed a keyboard unimaginably +complex; a keyboard whose infinite combinations were +like a Fourth Dimensional chess game. I saw +that only the swarms of tentacles that were the Keeper's +hands and these only could be masters of its incredible +intricacies. No Disk--not even the Emperor, no Star shape +could play on it, draw out its chords of power. + +But why? Why had it been so made that sullen flaming +Cross alone could release its hidden meanings, made +articulate its interwoven octaves? And how were its +messages conveyed? Up to its bases pressed the dormant +cubes--that under it they lay as well I did not doubt. + +There was no visible copula of the tablet with cones; +no antennae between it and the circled shields. Could it +be that the impulses released by the Keeper's coilings +passed through the Metal People of the pave on the +upthrust Metal People of the crater rim who held the +shields? + +That WAS unthinkable--unthinkable because if so this +mechanism was superfluous. + +The swift response to the communal will that we had +observed showed that the Metal Monster needed nothing +of this kind for transmission of the thought of any of +its units. + +There was some gap here--a gap that the grouped consciousness +could not bridge without other means. Clearly +that was true--else why the tablet, why the Keeper's +travail? + +Was each of these tiny rods a mechanism akin, in a +fashion, to the sending keys of the wireless; were they +transmitters of subtle energy in which was enfolded command? +Spellers-out of a super-Morse carrying to each responsive +cell of the Metal Monster the bidding of those +higher units which were to It as the brain cells are to us? +That, advanced as the knowledge it implied might be, was +closer to the heart of the possible. + +I bent, determined, despite the well-nigh unconquerable +shrinking I felt, to touch the tablet's rods. + +A flickering shadow fell upon me; a flock of pulsating +ochreous and scarlet shadows-- + +The Keeper glowed above us! + +In a life that has had its share of dangers, its need +for quick decisions, I recognize that few indeed of my +reactions to peril have been more than purely instinctive; +no more consciously courageous nor intellectually dissociate +from the activating stimulus than the shrinking of +the burned hand from the brand, the will-to-live dictated +rush of the cornered animal upon the thing menacing it. + +One such higher functioning was when I followed Larry +O'Keefe and Lakla, the Handmaiden, out to what we +believed soul-destroying death in a place almost as +strange as this*; another was now. Deliberately, detachedly, +I studied the angrily flaming Shape. + +* See "The Moon Pool" and "The Conquest of the Moon Pool." + +Compared to it we were as a pair of Hop-o'-my-Thumbs +to the Giant; had it been man-shaped we would +have come less than a third way up to its knees. I focussed +my attention upon the twenty-foot-wide square that was +the Keeper's foot. Its surface was jewel smooth, hyaline +--yet beneath it was a suggestion of granulation, of +close-packed, innumerable, microscopic crystals. + +Within these grains whose existence was more sensed +than seen glowed dull red light, smoky and sullen. At +each end of the square, close to the bottom, was a +diamond-shaped lozenge, cabochon, perhaps a yard in +width. These were dim yellow, translucent, with no +suggestion of the underlying crystallization. Sense organs I +set them down to be--similar to the great ovals within the +Emperor's golden zone. + + +My gaze traveled up to the transverse arms. They +stretched sixty feet from tip to tip. At each tip were two +more of the diamond figures, not dull but burning angrily +with orange-and-scarlet luster. In the center of the beam +was something that might have been a smoldering rubrous +reflection of the Emperor's pulsing multicolored rose had +each of the petals of the latter been clipped and squared. + +It deepened toward its heart into a singular pattern of +vermilion latticings. Into the entire figure ran numerous +tiny rivulets of angry crimson and orange light, angling +in interwoven patterns with never a curve nor arching. + +Set at intervals between them were what looked like +octagonal rosettes filled with slender silvery flutings, wan +striations--like--it came to me--immense chrysanthemum +buds, half opened, and carved in gray jade. + +Above towered the gigantic vertical beam. Toward its +top I glimpsed a huge square of flaring crimsons and +bright topaz; two other diamonds stared down upon us +from just beneath it--like eyes. And over all its height +the striated octagons clustered. + +I felt myself lifted, floated upward. Drake's hand shot +out, clung to me as together we drifted up the living wall. +Opposite the latticed heart of the square-petaled rose our +flight was checked. There for an instant we hung. Then the +octagonal symbols stirred, unfolded like buds-- + +They were the nests of the Keeper's tentacles, and out +from them the whiplike tendrils uncoiled, shot out and +writhed toward us. + +My skin flinched from their touch; my body, held in the +unseen grip, was motionless. Yet when they touched their +contact was not unpleasant. They were like flexible strands +of glass; their smooth tips questioned us, passing +through our hair, searching our faces, writhing over our +clothing. + +There was a pulse in the great clipped rose, a rhythmic +throbbing of vermilion fire that ran into it from the angled +veins, beat through the latticed nucleus and throbbed +back whence it had come. The huge, high square of scarlet +and yellow was liquid flame; the diamond organs beneath +it seemed to smoke, to send out swirls of orange red +vapor. + +Holding us so the Keeper studied us. + +The rhythm of the square rose, became the rhythm of +my own mind. But here was none of the vast, serene and +elemental calm that Ruth had described as emanating from +the Metal Emperor. Powerful it was, without doubt, but +in it were undertones of rage, of impatience, overtones +of revolt, something incomplete and struggling. Within +the disharmonies I seemed to sense a fettered force striving +for freedom; energy battling against itself. + +Greater grew the swarms of the tentacles winding +about us like slender strands of glass, covering our faces, +making breathing more and more difficult. There was a +coil of them around my throat and tightening--tightening. + +I heard Drake gasping, laboring for breath. I could not +turn my head toward him, could not speak. Was this +then to be our end? + +The strangling clutch relaxed, the mass of the tentacles +lessened. I was conscious of a surge of anger through +the cruciform Thing that held us. + +Its sullen fires blazed. I was aware of another light +beating past us--beating down the Keeper's. The hosts of +tendrils drew back from me. I felt myself picked from +the unseen grasp, whirled in the air and drawn away. + +Drake beside me, I hung now before the Shining Disk +--the Metal Emperor! + +He it was who had plucked us from the Keeper--and +even as I swung I saw the Keeper's multitudinous, +serpentine arms surge out toward us angrily and then +sullenly, slowly, draw back into their nests. + +And out of the Disk, clothing me, permeating me, came +an immense tranquillity, a muting of all human thought, +all human endeavor, an unthinkable, cosmic calm into +which all that was human of me seemed to be sinking, +drowning as in a fathomless abyss. I struggled against it, +desperately, striving in study of the Disk to erect a barrier +of preoccupation against the power pouring from it. + +A dozen feet away from us the sapphire ovals centered +upon us their regard. They were limpid, pellucid as gems +whose giant replicas they seemed to be. The surface of the +Disk ringed about by the aureate zodiac in which the +nine ovals shone was a maze of geometric symbols traced +in the lines of living gem fires; infinitely complex those +patterns and infinitely beautiful; an infinite number of +symmetric forms in which I seemed to trace all the ordered +crystalline wonders of the snowflakes, the groupings of +all crystalline patternings, the soul of ordered +beauty that are the marvels of the Radiolaria, Nature's +own miraculous book of the soul of mathematical beauty. + +The flashing, petaled heart was woven of living rainbows +of cold flame. + +Silently we floated there while the Disk--LOOKED--at +us. + +And as though I had been not an actor but an observer, +the weird picture of it all came to me--two men swinging +like motes in mid air, on one side the flickering +scarlet and orange Cruciform shape, on the other side the +radiant Disk, behind the two manikins the pallid mount +of the bristling cones; and high above the wan circle of +the shields. + +There was a ringing about us--an elfin chiming, sweet +and crystalline. It came from the cones--and strangely +was it their vocal synthesis, their voice. Into the vast +circle of sky pierced a lance of green fire; swift in its +wake uprose others. + +We slid gently down, stood swaying at the Disk's base. +The Keeper bent; angled. Again the planes above the supporting +square hovered over the tablet. The tendrils swept +down, pushed here and there, playing upon the rods some +unknown symphony of power. + +Thicker pulsed the lances of the aurora; changed to +vast billowing curtains. The faceted wheel at the top of +the central spire of the cones swung upward; a light began +to stream from the cones themselves--no pillar now, +but a vast circle that shot whirling into the heavens like a +noose. + +And like a noose it caught the aurora, snared it! + +Into it the coruscating mists of mysterious flame +swirled; lost their colors, became a torrent of light flying +down through the ring as though through a funnel top. + +Down poured the radiant corpuscles, bathing the cones. +They did not glow as they had beneath the flood from +the shields, and if they grew it was too slowly for me to +see; the shields were motionless. Now here, now there, +I saw the other rings whirl up--smaller mouths of lesser +cones hidden within the body of the Metal Monster, I +knew, sucking down this magnetic flux, these countless +ions gushing forth from the sun. + +Then as when first we had seen the phenomenon in the +valley of the blue poppies, the ring vanished, hidden by a +fog of coruscations--as though the force streaming +through the rings became diffused after it had been +caught. + +Crouching, forgetful of our juxtaposition to these two +unhuman, anomalous Things, we watched the play of the +tentacles upon the upthrust rods. + +But if we forgot, we were not forgotten! + +The Emperor slipped nearer; seemed to contemplate us +--quizzically, AMUSED; as a man would look down upon +some curious and interesting insect, a puppy, a kitten. I +sensed this amusement in the Disk's regard even as I +had sensed its soul of awful tranquillity; as we had sensed +the playful malice in the eye stars of the living corridor, +the curiosity in the column that had dropped us into +the valley. + +I felt a push--a push that was filled with a colossal, +GLITTERING playfulness. + +Under it I went spinning away for yards--Drake +twirling close behind me. The force, whatever it was, +swept out from the Emperor, but in it was no slightest +hint of anger or of malice, no slightest shadow of the +sinister. + +Rather it was as though one would blow away a feather; +urge gently some little lesser thing away. + +The Disk watched our whirlings--with a sparkling, +jeweled LAUGHTER in its pulsing radiance. + +Again came the push--farther yet we spun. Suddenly +before us, across the pave, shone out a twinkling trail-- +the wakened eyes of the cubes that formed it, marking +out a pathway for us to follow. + +Immediately upon their gleaming forth I saw the Emperor +turn--his immense, oval, metallic back now black +against the radiance of the cones. + +Up from the narrow gleaming path--a path opened I +knew by some command--lifted the hosts of tiny unseen +hands; the sentient currents of magnetic force that were +the fingers and arms of the Metal Hordes. They held us, +thrust us along, passed us forward. Faster and faster we +moved, speeding on the wake of the long-vanished metal +monks. + +I turned my head--the cones were already far away. +Over the tablet of limpid violet phosphorescence still +hovered the planes of the Keeper; and still was the oval of +the Emperor black against the radiance. + +But the twinkling, sparkling path between us and them +was gone--was fading out close behind us as we swept +onward. + +Faster and faster grew our pace. The cylindrical wall +loomed close. A high oblong portal showed within it. +Into this we were carried. Before us stretched a corridor +precisely similar to that which, closing upon us, had +forced us completely out into the hall. + +Unlike that passage, its floor lifted steeply--a smooth +and shining slide up which no man could climb. A shaft, +indeed, which thrust upward straight as an arrow at an +angle of at least thirty degrees and whose end or turning +we could not see. Up and up it cleared its way through +the City--through the Metal Monster--closed only by +the inability of the eye to pierce the faint luminosity +that thickened by distance became impenetrable. + +For an instant we hovered upon its threshold. But the +impulse, the command, that had carried us thus far was +not to stop here. Into it and up it we were thrust, our +feet barely touching the glimmering surface; lifted by the +force that emanated from its floor, carried on by the force +that pressed out from the sides. + +Up and up we went--scores of feet--hundreds-- + + + + + +CHAPTER XXII + +THE ENSORCELLED +CHAMBER + +"Goodwin!" Drake broke the silence; desperately he +was striving to keep his fear out of his voice. "Goodwin +--this isn't the way to get out. We're going up--farther +away all the time from the--the gates!" + +"What can we do?" My anxiety was no less than his, but +my realization of our helplessness was complete. + +"If we only knew how to talk to these Things," he +said. "If we could only have let the Disk know we wanted +to get out--damn it, Goodwin, it would have helped us." + +Grotesque as the idea sounded, I felt that he spoke the +truth. The Emperor meant no harm to us; in fact in +speeding us away I was not at all sure that he had not +deliberately wished us well--there was that about the +Keeper-- + +Still up we sped along the shaft. I knew we must now be +above the level of the valley. + +"We've got to get back to Ruth! Goodwin--NIGHT! +And what may have HAPPENED to her?" + +"Drake, boy"--I dropped into his own colloquialism-- +"we're up against it. We can't help it. And remember-- +she's there in Norhala's home. I don't believe, I honestly +don't believe, Dick, that there's any danger as long as +she remains there. And Ventnor ties her fast." + +"That's true," he said, more hopefully. "That's true--and +probably Norhala is with her by now." + +"I don't doubt it," I said cheerfully. An idea came to +me--I half believed it myself. "And another thing. There's +not an action here that's purposeless. We're being driven +on by the command of that Thing we call the Metal Emperor. +It means us no harm. Maybe--maybe this IS the way out." + +"Maybe so," he shook his head doubtfully. "But I'm not +sure. Maybe that long push was just to get us away from +THERE. And it strikes me that the impulse has begun to +weaken. We're not going anywhere near as fast as we +were." + +I had not realized it, but our speed was slackening. I +looked back--hundreds of feet behind us fell the slide. +An unpleasant chill went through me--should the magnetic +grip upon us relax, withdraw, nothing could stop +us from falling back along that incline to be broken like +eggs at its end; that our breaths would be snuffed out by +the terrific descent long before we reached that end was +scant comfort. + +"There are other passages opening up along this shaft," +Drake said. "I'm not for trusting the Emperor too far-- +he has other things on his metallic mind, you know. +The next one we get to, let's try to slip into--if we can." + +I had noticed; there had been openings along the ascending +shaft; corridors running apparently transversely to its +angled way. + +Slower and slower became our pace. A hundred yards +above I glimpsed one of the apertures. Could we reach +it? Slower and slower we arose. Now the gap was but a +yard off--but we were motionless--were tottering! + +Drake's arms wrapped round me. With a tremendous effort +he hurled me into the portal. I dropped at its edge, +writhed swiftly around, saw him slipping, slipping down-- +thrust my hands out to him. + +He caught them. There came a wrench that tortured my +arm sockets as though racked. But he held! + +Slowly--I writhed back into the passage, dragging up +his almost dead weight. His head appeared, his shoulders; +there was a convulsion of the long body and he lay before me. + + +For a minute or two we lay, flat upon our backs resting. +I sat up. The passage was broad, silent; apparently as +endless as that from which we had just escaped. + +Along it, above us, under us, the crystalline eyes were +dim. It showed no sign of movement--yet had it done so +there was nothing we could do save drop down the annihilating +slant. Drake arose. + +"I'm hungry," he said, "and I'm thirsty. I move that we +eat and drink and approximately be merry." + +He slung aside the haversack. From it we took food; +from the canteens we drank. We did not talk. Each knew +what the other was thinking; infrequently, and thank the +eternal law that some call God for that, come crises in +which speech seems not only petty but when against it the +mind rebels as a nauseous thing. + +This was such a time. At last I drew myself to my feet. + +"Let's be going," I said. + +The corridor stretched straight before us; along it we +paced. How far we walked I do not know; mile upon mile, +it seemed. It broadened abruptly into a vast hall. + +And this hall was filled with the Metal Hordes--was a +gigantic workshop of them. In every shape, in every form, +they seethed and toiled about it. Upon its floor were +heaps of shining ores, mounds of flashing gems, piles of +ingots, metallic and crystalline. High and low throughout +flamed the egg-shaped incandescences; floating furnaces +both great and small. + +Before one of these forges, close to us, stood a Metal +Thing. Its body was a twelve-foot column of smaller cubes. +Upon the top was a hollow square formed of even lesser +blocks--blocks hardly larger than the Little Things themselves. +In the center of the open rectangle was another +shaft, its top a two-foot square plate formed of a single +cube. + +From the sides of the hollow square sprang long arms +of spheres, each tipped by a tetrahedron. They moved +freely, slipping about upon their curved points of contact +and like a dozen little thinking hammers, the pyramid +points at their ends beat down upon as many thimble +shaped objects which they thrust alternately into the unwinking +brazier then laid upon the central block to shape. + +A goblin workman the Thing seemed, standing there, +so intent upon and so busy with its forgings. + +There were scores of these animate machines; they paid +no slightest heed to us as we slipped by them, clinging +as closely to the wall of the immense workshop as we +could. + +We passed a company of other Shapes which stood two +by two and close together, their tops wide spinning wheels +through which the tendrils of an opened globe fed translucent, +colorless ingots--the substance it seemed to me +of which Norhala's shadowy walls were made, the crystal +of which the bars that built out the base of the Cones +were formed. + +The ingots passed between the whirling faces; emerged +from them as slender, long cylinders; were seized as they +slipped down by a crouching block, whose place as it +glided away was instantly taken by another. In many +bewildering forms, intent upon unknown activities directed +toward unguessable ends, the composite, animate mechanisms +labored. And all the place was filled with a goblin +bustle, trollish racketings, ringing of gnomish anvils, +clanging of kobold forges--a clamorous cavern filled with +metal Nibelungens. + +We came to the opening of another passage, a doorway +piercing the walls of the workshop. Its incline, though +steep, was not dangerous. + +Into it we stepped; climbed onward it seemed interminably. +Far ahead of us at last appeared the outline of +its further entrance, silhouetted against and filled with a +brighter luminosity. We drew near; stopped cautiously at +its threshold, peering out. + +Well it was that we had hesitated. Before us was open +space--an abyss in the body of the Metal Monster. + +The corridor opened into it like a window. Thrusting +out our heads, we saw an unbroken wall both above and +below. Half a mile away was its opposite side. Over this +pit was a misty sky and not more than a thousand feet +above and black against the heavens was the lip of it-- +the cornices of this chasm within the City. + +Far, far beneath us we watched the Hordes throw themselves +across the abyss in webs of curving arches and +girder-straight bridges; gigantic we knew these spans must +be yet dwarfed to slender footways by distance. Over +them moved hurrying companies; from them came flashings, +glitterings--prismatic, sun golden; plutonic scarlets, +molten blues; javelins of colored light piercing upward +from unfolded cubes and globes and pyramids crossing +them or from busy bearers of the shining fruits of the +mysterious workshops. + +And as they passed the bridges swung up, coiled and +thrust themselves from sight through openings that closed +behind them. Ever, as they passed, close on their going +whipped out other spans so that always across that abyss +a sentient, shifting web was hung. + +We drew back, stared into each other's white face. Panic +swept through me, in quick, alternate pulse of ice and +fire. For crushingly, no longer to be denied, came certainty +that we were lost within the mazes of this incredible City-- +lost in the body of the Metal Monster which +that City was. There was a sick despair in my heart as +we turned and slowly made our way back along the sloping corridor. + +A hundred yards, perhaps, we had gone in silence before +we stopped, gazing stupidly at an opening in the wall +beside us. The portal had not been there when we had +passed--of that I was certain. + +"It's opened since we went by," whispered Drake. + +We peered through it. The passage was narrow; its +pave led downward. For a moment we hesitated, the same +foreboding in both our minds. And yet--among the perils +that crowded in upon us what choice had we? There +could be no more danger there than here. + +Both ways were--ALIVE, both obedient to impulses over +which we had no more control and no more way of predetermining +than mice in some complex, man-made trap. +Furthermore, this shaft also ran downward, and although +its pitch was less and it did not therefore drop as quickly +toward that level we sought and wherein lay the openings +of escape into the outer valley, it fell at right angles +to the corridor through which we had come. + +We knew that to retrace our steps now would but take +us back to the forges and thence to the hall of the Cones +and the certain peril waiting for us there. + +We stepped into this opened way. For a little distance +it ran straightly, then turned and sloped gently upward; +and a little distance more we climbed. Then suddenly, not +a hundred yards from us, gushed out a flood of soft +radiance, opalescent, filled with pearly glimmerings and +rosy shadows of light. + +It was as though a door had opened into some world of +luminescence. From it the lambent torrent poured; billowed +down upon us. In its wake came music--if music +the mighty harmonies, the sonorous chords, the crystalline +themes and the linked chaplet of notes that were like +spiralings of tiny golden star bells could be named. + +Toward source of light and sound we moved, nor could +we have halted nor withdrawn had we willed; the radiance +drew us to it as the sun the water drop, and irresistibly +the sweet, unearthly music called. Closer we came--it was +a narrow alcove from which sound and light poured-- +into it we crept--and went no further. + +We peered into a vast and columnless vault, a limitless +temple of light. High up in it, strewn manifold, danced +and shone soft orbs like tender suns. No pale gilt luminaries +of frozen rays were these. Effulgent, jubilant, they +flamed--orbs red as wine of rubies that Djinns of Al +Shiraz press from his enchanted vineyards of jewels; twin +orbs rosy white as breasts of pampered Babylonian maids; +orbs of pulsing opalescences and orbs of the murmuring +green of bursting buds of spring, crocused orbs and orbs +of royal coral; suns that throbbed with singing rays of +wedded rose and pearl and of sapphires and topazes +amorous; orbs born of cool virginal dawns and of imperial +sunsets and orbs that were the tuliped fruit of mating +rainbows of fire. + +They danced, these countless aureoles; they swung and +threaded in radiant choral patterns, in linked harmonies +of light. And as they danced their gay rays caressed and +bathed myriads of the Metal Folk open beneath them. +Under the rays the jewel fires of disk and star and cross +leaped and pulsed and danced to the same bright rhythm. + +We sought the source of the music--a tremendous thing +of shimmering crystal pipes like some colossal organ. Out +of the radiance around it great flames gathered, shook +into sight with streamings and pennonings, in bannerets +and bandrols, leaped upon the crystal pipes, and merged +within them. + +And as the pipes drank them the flames changed into +sound! + +Throbbing bass viols of roaring vernal winds, diapasons +of waterfall and torrents--these had been flames of +emerald; flaming trumpetings of desire that had been +great streamers of scarlet--rose flames that had dissolved +into echoes of fulfillment; diamond burgeonings that +melted into silver symphonies like mist entangled Pleiades +transmuted into melodies; chameleon harmonies to which +the strange suns danced. + +And now I saw--realizing with a clutch of indescribable +awe, with a sense of inexplicable profanation the +secret of this ensorcelled chamber. + +Within every pulsing rose of irised fire that was the +heart of a disk, from every rubrous, clipped rose of a +cross, and from every rayed purple petaling of a star +there nestled a tiny disk, a tiny cross, a tiny star, luminous +and symboled even as those that cradled them. + +The Metal Babes building like crystals from hearts of +radiance beneath the play of jocund orbs! + +Incredible blossomings of crystal and of metal whose +lullabies and cradle songs were singing symphonies of +flame. + +It was the birth chamber of the City! + +The womb of the Metal Monster! + +Abruptly the walls of the niche sparkled out, the glittering +eye points regarding us with a most disquieting suggestion +of sentinels who, slumbering, had been caught +unaware, and now awakening challenged us. Swiftly the +niche closed--so swiftly that barely had we time to spring +over its threshold into the corridor. + +The corridor was awake--alive! + +The power darted out; gripped us. Up it swept us and +on. Far away a square of light appeared, grew quickly +larger. Framed in it was the amethystine burning of +the great ring that girdled the encircling cliffs. + +I turned my head--behind us the corridor was closing! + +Now the opening was so close that through it I could +see the vast panorama of the valley. The wall behind us +touched us; pushed us on. We thrust ourselves against it, +despairingly. As well might flies have tried to press +back a moving mountain. + +Resistingly, inexorably we were pressed forward. Now +we cowered within a yard-deep niche; now we trembled +upon a foot-wide ledge. + +Shuddering, gasping, we glared down the sheer drop of +the City's wall. The smooth and glimmering scarp fell +thousands of feet straight to the valley floor. And there +were no merciful mists to hide what awaited us there; +no mists anywhere. In that brief, agonized glance every +detail of the Pit was disclosed with an abnormal clarity. + +We tottered on the brink. The ledge melted. + +Down, down we plunged, locked in each other's arms, +hurtling to the shattering death so far below! + + + + + +CHAPTER XXIII + +THE TREACHERY +OF YURUK + +Was it true that Time is within ourselves--that like +Space, its twin, it is only a self-created illusion of the +human mind? There are hours that flash by on hummingbird +wings; there are seconds that shuffle on shod in leaden +shoes. + +Was it true that when death faces us the consciousness +finds power through its will to live to conquer the illusion +--to prolong Time? That, recoiling from oblivion, +we can recreate in a fractional moment whole years gone +past, years yet to come--striving to lengthen our existence, +stretching out our apperception beyond the phantom +boundaries, overdrawing upon a Barmecide deposit of +minutes, staking fresh claims upon a mirage? + +How else explain the seeming slowness with which we +were falling--the seeming leisureness with which the wall +drifted up past us? + +And was this punishment--a sentence meted out for +profaning with our eyes a forbidden place; a penalty for +touching with our gaze the ark of the Metal Tribes-- +their holy of holies--the budding place of the Metal +Babes? + +The valley was swinging--swinging in slow broad +curves; was oscillating dizzily. + +Slowly the colossal wall slipped upward. + +Realization swept me; left me amazed; only half believing. +This was no illusion. After that first swift plunge +our fall had been checked. We were swinging--not the +valley. + +Deliberately, in wide arcs like pendulums, we were +swinging across the City's scarp; three feet out from it, +and as we swung, slowly sinking. + +And now I saw the countless eyes of the watching wall +again were twinkling, regarding us with impish mockery. + +It was the grip of the living wall that held us; that +rocked us from side to side as though giving greater +breadths of it chance to behold us; that was dropping us +gently, carefully, to the valley floor now a scant two +thousand feet below. + +A storm of rage, of intensest resentment swept me; as +once before any gratitude I should have felt for escape +was submerged in the utter humiliation with which it +was charged. + +I shook my fists at the twinkling wall, strove to kick +and smite it like an angry child, cursed it--not childishly. +Dared it to hurl me down to death. + +I felt Drake's hand touch mine. + +"Steady," he said. "Steady, old boy. It's no use. Steady. +Look down." + +Hot with shame for my outburst, weak from its violence, +I obeyed. The valley floor was not more than a +thousand feet away. Thronging about where we must +at last touch, clustered and seething, was a multitude of +the Metal Things. They seemed to be looking up at us, +watching, waiting for us. + +"Reception committee," grinned Drake. + +I glanced away; over the valley. It was luminously clear; +yet the sky was overcast, no stars showing. The light was +no stronger than that of the moon at full, but it held a +quality unfamiliar to me. It cast no shadows; though soft, +it was piercing, revealing all it bathed with the distinctness +of bright sunshine. The illumination came, I +thought, from the encircling veils falling from the band +of amethyst. + +And, as I peered, out of the veils and far away sped a +violet spark. With meteor speed it flew toward us. Close +to the base of the vast facade it landed with a flashing +of blue incandescence. I knew it for one of the Flying +Things, the Mark Makers--one of the incredible messengers. + +Close upon its fall came increase in the turmoil of the +crowding throng awaiting us. Came, too, an abrupt change +in our own motion. The long arcs lessened. We were +dropped more swiftly. + +Far away in the direction from which the Flying Thing +had flown I sensed another movement; something coming +that carried with it subtle suggestion of unlikeness to all +the other incessant, linked movement over the pit. Closer +it drew. + +"Norhala!" gasped Drake. + +Robed in her silken amber swathings, red-copper hair +streaming, woven with elfin sparklings, she was racing +toward the City like some lovely witch, riding upon the +back of a steed of huge cubes. + +Nearer she raced. More direct became our fall. Now +we were dropping as though at the end of an unreeling +plummet cord; the floor of the valley was no more than +two hundred feet below. + +"Norhala!" we shouted; and again and again--again +"Norhala!" + +Before our cries could have reached her the cubes +swerved; came to a halt beneath us. Through the hundred +feet of space between I caught the brilliancy of the +weird constellations in Norhala's great eyes--saw with a +vague but no less dire foreboding that on her face dwelt +a terrifying, a blasting wrath. + +As softly as though by the hand of a giant of cloud +we were lifted out from the wall, and were set with no +perceptible shock beside her on the back of the cubes. + +"Norhala--" I stopped. For this was no Norhala whom +we had known. Gone was all calm, vanished every trace +of unearthly tranquillity. It was a Norhala awakened at +last--all human. + +Yet in the still rage that filled her I sensed a force, an +intensity, more than human. Over the blazing eyes the +brows were knit in a rigid, golden bar; the delicate +nostrils were pinched; the sweet red mouth was white and +merciless. It was as though in its long sleep her human +self had gathered more than human strength, and that +now, awakened and unleashed, the violence of its rage +touched the vibrant zenith of that sphere of which her +quiet had been the nadir. + + +She was like an urn filled and flaming with the fires of +the Gods of wrath. + +What was it that had awakened her--what in awakening +had changed the inpouring human consciousness into this +flood of fury? Foreboding gripped me. + +"Norhala!" My voice was shaking. "Those we left--" + +"They are gone!" The golden voice was octaves deeper, +vibrant, throbbing with that muffled, menacing note that +must have pulsed from the golden tambours that summoned +to battle Timur's fierce hordes. "They were--taken." + +"Taken!" I gasped. "Taken by what--these?" I swept my +hands out toward the Metal Things milling around us. + +"No! THESE are mine. These are they who obey me." The golden +voice now shrilled with her passion. "Taken by--men!" + +Drake had read my face although he could not understand our words. + +"Ruth--" + +"Taken," I said. "Both Ruth and Ventnor. Taken by the +armored men--the men of Cherkis!" + +"Cherkis!" She had caught the word. "Yes--Cherkis! +And now he and all his men--and all his women--and +every living thing he rules shall pay. And fear not--you +two. For I, Norhala, will bring back my own. + +"Woe, woe to you, Cherkis, and to all of yours! For +I, Norhala, am awake, and I, Norhala, remember. Woe +to you, Cherkis, woe--for now all ends for you! + +"Not by the gods of my mother who turned their +strength against her do I promise this. I, Norhala, have +no need for them--I, Norhala, who have strength greater +than they. And would I could crush those gods as I +shall crush you, Cherkis--and every living thing of yours! +Yea--and every UNLIVING thing as well!" + +Not halting now was Norhala's speech; it poured from +the ruthless lips--flamingly. + +"We go," she cried. "And something of vengeance I +have saved for you--as is your right." + +She tossed her arms high; stamped upon the back of +the Metal Thing that held us. + +It quivered and sped away. Swiftly dwindled the City's +bulk; fast faded its glimmering watchful face. + +Not toward the veils of light but out over the plain we +flew. Above us, crouching against the blast of our going, +streamed like a silken banner Norhala's hair, gemmed +with the witch lights. + +We were far out now, the City far away. The cube +slowed. Norhala threw high her head. From the arched, +exquisite throat pealed a trumpet call--golden, summoning, +imperious. Thrice it rang forth--and all the surrounding +valley seemed to halt and listen. + +Followed upon its ending, a chanting as goldenly +sonorous. Wild, peremptory, triumphant. It was like a +mustering shouting to adventurous stars, buglings to +buccaneering winds, cadenced beckonings to restless ranks of +viking waves, signaling to all the corsairs and picaroons +of the elemental. + +A cosmic call to slay! + +The gigantic block upon which we rode quivered; I +myself felt a thousand needle-pointed roving arrows prick +me, urging me on to some jubilant, reckless orgy of +destruction. + +Obeying that summoning there swirled to us cube and +globe and pyramid by the score--by the hundreds. They +swept into our wake and followed--lifting up behind us, +an ever-rising sea. + +Higher and higher arose the metal wave--mounting, +ever mounting as other score upon score leaped upon +it, rushed up it and swelled its crest. And soon so great +it was that it shadowed us, hung over us. + +The cubes we rode angled in their course; raced now +with ever-increasing speed toward the spangled curtains. + +And still Norhala's golden chant lured; higher and even +higher reached the following wave. Now we were rising +upon a steep slope; now the amethystine, gleaming ring +was almost overheard. + +Norhala's song ceased. One breathless, soundless moment +and we had pierced the veils. A globule of sapphire +shone afar, the elfin bubble of her home. We neared it. + + +Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles +turquoise studded, lift their heads from their roadway +browsing. For a moment they stood, stiff with terror; +then whimpering raced away. + +We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood +close to its threshold. Slaves to a single thought, Drake +and I sprang to enter. + +"Wait!" Norhala's white hands caught us. "There is +peril there--without me! Me you must--follow!" + +Upon the exquisite face was no unshadowing of wrath, +no diminishing of rage, no weakening of dreadful +determination. The star-flecked eyes were not upon us; +they looked over and beyond--coldly, calculatingly. + +"Not enough," I heard her whisper. "Not enough-- +for that which I will do." + +We turned, following her gaze. A hundred feet on high, +stretching nearly across the gorge, an incredible curtain +was flung. Over its folds was movement--arms of spinning +globes that thrust forth like paws and down upon +which leaped pyramid upon pyramid stiffening as they +clung like bristling spikes of hair; great bars of clicking +cubes that threw themselves from the shuttering--shook +and withdrew. The curtain was a ferment--shifting, +mercurial; it throbbed with desire, palpitated with eagerness. + +"Not enough!" murmured Norhala. + +Her lips parted; from them came another trumpeting-- +tyrannic, arrogant and clangorous. Under it the curtaining +writhed--out from it spurted thin cascades of cubes. They +swarmed up into tall pillars that shook and swayed and +gyrated. + +With blinding flash upon flash the sapphire incandescences +struck forth at their feet. A score of flaming +columned shapes leaped up and curved in meteor flight +over the tumultuous curtain. Streaming with violet fires +they shot back to the valley of the City. + +"Hai!" shouted Norhala as they flew. "Hai!" + +Up darted her arms; the starry galaxies of her eyes +danced madly, shot forth visible rays. The mighty curtain +of the Metal Things pulsed and throbbed; its units +interweaving--block and globe and pyramid of which it +was woven, each seeming to strain at leash. + +"Come!" cried Norhala--and led the way through the +portal. + +Close behind her we pressed. I stumbled, nearly fell, +over a brown-faced, leather-cuirassed body that lay half +over, legs barring the threshold. + +Contemptuously Norhala stepped over it. We were within +that chamber of the pool. About it lay a fair dozen of +the armored men. Ruth's defense, I thought with a grim +delight, had been most excellent--those who had taken +her and Ventnor had not done so without paying full toll. + +A violet flashing drew my eyes away. Close to the pool +wherein we had first seen the white miracle of Norhala's +body, two immense, purple fired stars blazed. Between +them, like a suppliant cast from black iron, was Yuruk. + +Poised upon their nether tips the stars guarded him. +Head touching his knees, eyes hidden within his folded +arms, the black eunuch crouched. + +"Yuruk!" + +There was an unearthly mercilessness in Norhala's voice. + +The eunuch raised his head; slowly, fearfully. + +"Goddess!" he whispered. "Goddess! Mercy!" + +"I saved him," she turned to us, "for you to slay. He +it was who brought those who took the maid who was +mine and the helpless one she loved. Slay him." + +Drake understood--his hand twitched down to his pistol, +drew it. He leveled the gun at the black eunuch. Yuruk +saw it--shrieked and cowered. Norhala laughed--sweetly, +ruthlessly. + +"He dies before the stroke falls," she said. "He dies +doubly therefore--and that is well." + +Drake slowly lowered the automatic; turned to me. + +"I can't," he said. "I can't--do it--" + +"Masters!" Upon his knees the eunuch writhed toward +us. "Masters--I meant no wrong. What I did was for love +of the Goddess. Years upon years I have served her. And +her mother before her. + +"I thought if the maid and the blasted one were gone, +that you would follow. Then I would be alone with the +Goddess once more. Cherkis will not slay them--and +Cherkis will welcome you and give the maid and the +blasted one back to you for the arts that you can teach +him. + +"Mercy, Masters, I meant no harm--bid the Goddess be +merciful!" + + +The ebon pools of eyes were clarified of their ancient +shadows by his terror; age was wiped from them by fear, +even as it was wiped from his face. The wrinkles were +gone. Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk prayed to +us. + +"Why do you wait?" she asked us. "Time presses, and +even now we should be on the way. When so many are +so soon to die, why tarry over one? Slay him!" + +"Norhala," I answered, "we cannot slay him so. When +we kill, we kill in fair fight--hand to hand. The maid +we both love has gone, taken with her brother. It will +not bring her back if we kill him through whom she was +taken. We would punish him--yes, but slay him we cannot. +And we would be after the maid and her brother quickly." + +A moment she looked at us, perplexity shading the high +and steady anger. + +"As you will," she said at last; then added, half sarcastically, +"Perhaps it is because I who am now awake +have slept so long that I cannot understand you. But +Yuruk has disobeyed ME. That of MINE which I committed +to his care he has given to the enemies of me and +those who were mine. It matters nothing to me what YOU +would do. Matters to me only what I will to do." + +She pointed to the dead. + +"Yuruk"--the golden voice was cold--"gather up these +carrion and pile them together." + +The eunuch arose, stole out fearfully from between the +two stars. He slithered to body after body, dragging them +one after the other to the center of the chamber, lifting +them and forming of them a heap. One there was who was +not dead. His eyes opened as the eunuch seized him, the +blackened mouth opened. + +"Water!" he begged. "Give me drink. I burn!" + +I felt a thrill of pity; lifted my canteen and walked +toward him. + +"You of the beard," the merciless chime rang out, "he +shall have no water. But drink he shall have, and soon-- +drink of fire!" + +The soldier's fevered eyes rolled toward her, saw and +read aright the ruthlessness in the beautiful face. + +"Sorceress!" he groaned. "Cursed spawn of Ahriman!" +He spat at her. + +The black talons of Yuruk stretched around his throat + +"Son of unclean dogs!" he whined. "You dare blaspheme +the Goddess!" + +He snapped the soldier's neck as though it had been a +rotten twig. + +At the callous cruelty I stood for an instant petrified; +I heard Drake swear wildly, saw his pistol flash up. + +Norhala struck down his arm. + +"Your chance has passed," she said, "and not for THAT +shall you slay him." + +And now Yuruk had cast that body upon the others; +the pile was complete. + +"Mount!" commanded Norhala, and pointed. He cast +himself at her feet, writhing, moaning, imploring. She +looked at one of the great Shapes; something of command +passed from her, something it understood plainly. + +The star slipped forward--there was an almost imperceptible +movement of its side points. The twitching form +of the black seemed to leap up from the floor, to throw +itself like a bag upon the mound of the dead. + +Norhala threw up her hands. Out of the violet ovals +beneath the upper tips of the Things spurted streams of +blue flame. They fell upon Yuruk and splashed over him +upon the heap of the slain. In the mound was a dreadful +movement, a contortion; the bodies stiffened, seemed to +try to rise, to push away--dead nerves and muscles responding +to the blasting energy passing through them. + +Out from the stars rained bolt upon bolt. In the chamber +was the sound of thunder, crackling like broken glass. +The bodies flamed, crumbled. There was a little smoke-- +nauseous, feebly protesting, beaten out by the consuming +fires almost before it could rise. + +Where had been the heap of slain capped by the black +eunuch there was but a little whirling cloud of sad gray +dust. Caught by a passing draft, it eddied, slipped over +the floor, vanished through the doorway. Motionless stood +the blasting stars, contemplating us. Motionless stood +Norhala, her wrath no whit abated by the ghastly sacrifice. +And paralyzed by what we had beheld, motionless stood we. + +"Listen," she said. "You two who love the maid. What +you have seen is nothing to that which you SHALL see--a +wisp of mist to the storm cloud." + +"Norhala"--I found speech--"can you tell us when it +was that the maid was captured?" + +Perhaps there was still time to overtake the abductors +before Ruth was thrust into the worse peril waiting where +she was being carried. Crossed this thought another-- +puzzling, baffling. The cliffs Yuruk had pointed out to me +as those through which the hidden way passed were, I had +estimated then, at least twenty miles away. And how long +was the pass, the tunnel, through them? And then how +far this place of the armored men? It had been past dawn +when Drake had frightened the black eunuch with his +pistol. It was not yet dawn now. How could Yuruk have +made his way to the Persians so swiftly--how could they +so swiftly have returned? + +Amazingly she answered the spoken question and the unspoken. + +"They came long before dusk," she said. "By the night +before Yuruk had won to Ruszark, the city of Cherkis; +and long before dawn they were on their way hither. This +the black dog I slew told me." + +"But Yuruk was with us here at dawn yesterday," I gasped. + +"A night has passed since then," she said, "and another +night is almost gone." + +Stunned, I considered this. If this were true--and not +for an instant did I doubt her--then not for a few hours +had we lain there at the foot of the living wall in the Hall +of the Cones--but for the balance of that day and that +night, and another day and part of still another night. + +"What does she say?" Drake stared anxiously into my +whitened face. I told him. + +"Yes." Norhala spoke again. "The dusk before the last +dusk that has passed I returned to my house. The maid +was there and sorrowing. She told me you had gone into +the valley, prayed me to help you and to bring you back. I +comforted her, and something of--the peace--I gave her; +but not all, for she fought against it. A little we played +together, and I left her sleeping. I sought you and found +you also sleeping. I knew no harm would come to you, and +I went my ways--and forgot you. Then I came here again +--and found Yuruk and these the maid had slain." + +The great eyes flashed. + +"Now do I honor the maid for the battle that she did," +she said, "though how she slew so many strong men I do +not know. My heart goes out to her. And therefore when +I bring her back she shall no more be plaything to +Norhala, but sister. And with you it shall be as she wills. +And woe to those who have taken her!" + +She paused, listening. From without came a rising storm +of thin wailings, insistent and eager. + +"But I have an older vengeance than this to take," the +golden voice tolled somberly. "Long have I forgotten-- +and shame I feel that I had forgot. So long have I forgotten +all hatreds, all lusts, all cruelty--among--these--" +She thrust a hand forth toward the hidden valley. "Forgot +--dwelling in the great harmonies. Save for you and what +has befallen I would never have stirred from them, I think. +But now awakened, I take that vengeance. After it is +done"--she paused--"after it is over I shall go back +again. For this awakening has in it nothing of the ordered +joy I love--it is a fierce and slaying fire. I shall go back--" + +The shadow of her far dreaming flitted over, softened +the angry brilliancy of her eyes. + +"Listen, you two!" The shadow of dream fled. "Those +that I am about to slay are evil--evil are they all, men and +women. Long have they been so--yea, for cycles of suns. +And their children grow like them--or if they be gentle +and with love for peace they are slain or die of heartbreak. +All this my mother told me long ago. So no more +children shall be born from them either to suffer or to +grow evil." + +Again she paused, nor did we interrupt her musing. + +"My father ruled Ruszark," she said at last. "Rustum +he was named, of the seed of Rustum the Hero even as +was my mother. They were gentle and good, and it was +their ancestors who built Ruszark when, fleeing from the +might of Iskander, they were sealed in the hidden valley +by the falling mountain. + +"Then there sprang from one of the families of the +nobles--Cherkis. Evil, evil was he, and as he grew he +lusted for rule. On a night of terror he fell upon those who +loved my father and slew; and barely had my father time +to fly from the city with my mother, still but a bride, +and a handful of those loyal to him. + +"They found by chance the way to this place, hiding in +the cleft which is its portal. They came, and they were +taken by--Those who are now my people. Then my mother, +who was very beautiful, was lifted before him who +rules here and she found favor in his sight and he had +built for her this house, which now is mine. + +"And in time I was born--but not in this house. Nay-- +in a secret place of light where, too, are born my people." + +She was silent. I shot a glance at Drake. The secret +place of light--was it not that vast vault of mystery, of +dancing orbs and flames transmuted into music into which +we had peered and for which sacrilege, I had thought, had +been thrust from the City? And did in this lie the explanation +of her strangeness? Had she there sucked in +with her mother's milk the enigmatic life of the Metal +Hordes, been transformed into half human changeling, become +true kin to them? What else could explain-- + + +"My mother showed me Ruszark," her voice, taking up +once more her tale, checked my thoughts. "Once when I +was little she and my father bore me through the forest +and through the hidden way. I looked upon Ruszark--a +great city it is and populous, and a caldron of cruelty and +of evil. + +"Not like me were my father and mother. They longed +for their kind and sought ever for means to regain their +place among them. There came a time when my father, +driven by his longing, ventured forth to Ruszark, seeking +friends to help him regain that place--for these who obey +me obeyed not him as they obey me; nor would he have +marched them--as I shall--upon Ruszark if they had +obeyed him. + +"Cherkis caught him. And Cherkis waited, knowing well +that my mother would follow. For Cherkis knew not where +to seek her, nor where they had lain hid, for between his +city and here the mountains are great, unscalable, and +the way through them is cunningly hidden; by chance +alone did my mother's mother and those who fled with her +discover it: And though they tortured him, my father +would not tell. And after a while forthwith those who still +remained of hers stole out with my mother to find him. +They left me here with Yuruk. And Cherkis caught my +mother." + +The proud breasts heaved, the eyes shot forth visible +flames. + +"My father was flayed alive and crucified," she said. +"His skin they nailed to the City's gates. And when +Cherkis had had his will with my mother he threw her +to his soldiers for their sport. + +"All of those who went with them he tortured and slew +--and he and his laughed at their torment. But one there +was who escaped and told me--me who was little more +than a budding maid. He called on me to bring vengeance +--and he died. A year passed--and I am not like my +mother and my father--and I forgot--dwelling here in the +great tranquillities, barred from and having no thought +for men and their way. + +"AIE, AIE!" she cried; "woe to me that I could forget! +But now I shall take my vengeance--I, Norhala, will +stamp them flat--Cherkis and his city of Ruszark and +everything it holds! I, Norhala, and my servants shall +stamp them into the rock of their valley so that none shall +know that they have been! And would that I could meet +their gods with all their powers that I might break them, +too, and stamp them into the rock under the feet of my +servants!" + +She threw out white arms. + +Why had Yuruk lied to me? I wondered as I watched her. +The Disk had not slain her mother. Of course! He had +lied to play upon our terrors; had lied to frighten us away. + +The wailings were rising in a sustained crescendo. One +of the slaying stars slipped over the chamber floor, folded +its points and glided out the door. + +"Come!" commanded Norhala, and led the way. The second +star closed, followed us. We stepped over the threshold. + +For one astounded, breathless moment we paused. In +front of us reared a monster--a colossal, headless Sphinx. +Like forelegs and paws, a ridge of pointed cubes, and +globes thrust against each side of the canyon walls. +Between them for two hundred feet on high stretched the +breast. + +And this was a shifting, weaving mass of the Metal +Things; they formed into gigantic cuirasses, giant bucklers, +corselets of living mail. From them as they moved--nay, +from all the monster--came the wailings. Like a headless +Sphinx it crouched--and as we stood it surged forward +as though it sprang a step to greet us. + +"HAI!" shouted Norhala, battle buglings ringing through +the golden voice. "HAI! my companies!" + +Out from the summit of the breast shot a tremendous +trunk of cubes and spinning globes. And like a trunk it +nuzzled us, caught us up, swept us to the crest. An instant +I tottered dizzily; was held; stood beside Norhala upon +a little, level twinkling eyed platform; upon her other side +swayed Drake. + +Now through the monster I felt a throbbing, an eager +and impatient pulse. I turned my head. Still like some +huge and grotesque beast the back of the clustered Things +ran for half a mile at least behind, tapering to a dragon +tail that coiled and twisted another full mile toward the +Pit. And from this back uprose and fell immense spiked +and fan-shaped ruffs, thickets of spikes, whipping knouts +of bristling tentacles, fanged crests. They thrust and +waved, whipped and fell constantly; and constantly the +great tail lashed and snapped, fantastic, long and living. + +"HAI!" shouted Norhala once more. From her lifted +throat came again the golden chanting--but now a +relentless, ruthless song of slaughter. + +Up reared the monstrous bulk. Into it ran the dragon +tail. Into it poured the fanged and bristling back. + +Up, up we were thrust--three hundred feet, four hundred, +five hundred. Over the blue globe of Norhala's house +bent a gigantic leg. Spiderlike out from each side of the +monster thrust half a score of others. + +Overhead the dawn began to break. Through it with +ever increasing speed we moved, straight to the line of +the cliffs behind which lay the city of the armored men-- +and Ruth and Ventnor. + + + + + +CHAPTER XXIV + +RUSZARK + +Smoothly moved the colossal shape; on it we rode as +easily as though cradled. It did not glide--it strode. + +The columned legs raised themselves, bending from a +thousand joints. The pedestals of the feet, huge and +massive as foundations for sixteen-inch guns, fell with +machinelike precision, stamping gigantically. + +Under their tread the trees of the forest snapped, were +crushed like reeds beneath the pads of a mastodon. From +far below came the sound of their crashing. The thick +forest checked the progress of the Shape less than tall +grass would that of a man. + +Behind us our trail was marked by deep, black pits in +the forest's green, clean cut and great as the Mark upon +the poppied valley. They were the footprints of the Thing +that carried us. + +The wind streamed and whistled. A flock of the willow +warblers arose, sworled about us with manifold beating of +little frightened wings. Norhala's face softened, her eyes +smiled. + +"Go--foolish little ones," she cried, and waved her +arms. They flew away, scolding. + +A lammergeier swooped down on wide funereal wings; +it peered at us; darted away toward the cliffs. + +"There will be no carrion there for you, black eater of +the dead, when I am through," I heard Norhala whisper, +eyes again somber. + +Steadily grew the dawn light; from Norhala's lips came +again the chanting. And now that paean, the reckless pulse +of the monster we rode, began to creep through my own +veins. Into Drake's too, I knew, for his head was held +high and his eyes were clear and bright as hers who sang. + +The jubilant pulse streamed through the hands that held +us, throbbed through us. The pulse of the Thing--sang! + +Closer and closer grew the cliffs. Down and crashing +down fell the trees, the noise of their fall accompanying +the battle chant of the Valkyr beside me like wild harp +chords of storm-lashed surf. Up to the precipices the forest +rolled, unbroken. Now the cliffs loomed overhead. The +dawn had passed. It was full day. + +Cutting up through the towering granite scarps was a +rift. In it the black shadows clustered thickly. Straight +toward that cleft we sped. As we drew near, the crest of +the Shape began swiftly to lower. Down we sank and down +--a hundred feet, two hundred; now we were two score +yards above the tree tops. + +Out shot a neck, a tremendous serpent body. Crested +it was with pyramids; crested with them, too, was its +immense head. Thickly the head bristled with them, poised +motionless upon spinning globes as huge as they. For +hundreds of feet that incredible neck stretched ahead of +us and for twice as far behind a monstrous, lizard-shaped +body writhed. + +We rode now upon a serpent, a glittering blue metal +dragon, spiked and knobbed and scaled. It was the weird +steed of Norhala flattening, thrusting out to pierce the +rift. + +And still as when it had reared on high beat through it +the wild, triumphant, questing pulse. Still rang out +Norhala's chanting. + +The trees parted and fell upon each side of us as though +we were some monster of the sea and they the waves we +cleft. + +The rift enclosed us. Lower we dropped; were not more +than fifty feet above its floor. The Thing upon which we +rode was a torrent roaring through it. + +A deeper blackness enclosed us--a tunneling. + +Through that we flowed. Out of it we darted into a +widening filled with wan light drifting down through a +pinnacle fanged mouth miles on high. Again the cleft +shrunk. A thousand feet ahead was a crack, a narrowing +of the cleft so small that hardly could a man pass through +it. + +Abruptly the metal dragon halted. + +Norhala's chanting changed; became again the arrogant +clarioning. And close below us the huge neck split. It came +to me then that it was as though Norhala were the overspirit +of this chimera--as though it caught and understood and +obeyed each quick thought of hers. + +As though, indeed, she was a PART of it--as IT was in +reality a part of that infinitely greater Thing, crouching +there in its lair of the Pit--the Metal Monster that had +lent this living part of itself to her for a steed, a champion. +Little time had I to consider such matters. + +Up thrust the Shape before us. Into it raced and spun +Things angled, Things curved and Things squared. It +gathered itself into a Titanic pillar out of which, instantly, +thrust scores of arms. + +Over them great globes raced; after these flew other +scores of huge pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, +the mass of them twenty and thirty. The manifold arms +grew rigid. Quiet for a moment, a Titanic metal Briareous, +it stood. + +Then at the tips of the arms the globes began to spin +--faster, faster. Upon them I saw the hosts of the pyramids +open--as one into a host of stars. The cleft leaped +out in a flood of violet light. + +Now for another instant the stars which had been motionless, +poised upon the whirling spheres, joined in their +mad spinning. Cyclopean pin wheels they turned; again +as one they ceased. More brilliant now was their light, +dazzling; as though in their whirling they had gathered +greater force. + +Under me I felt the split Thing quiver with eagerness. + +From the stars came a hurricane of lightning! A cataract +of electric flame poured into the crack, splashed and +guttered down the granite walls. We were blinded by it; +were deafened with thunders. + +The face of the precipice smoked and split; was whirled +away in clouds of dust. + +The crack widened--widened as a gulley in a sand bank +does when a swift stream rushes through it. Lightnings +these were--and more than lightnings; lightnings keyed +up to an invincible annihilating weapon that could rend +and split and crumble to atoms the living granite. + + +Steadily the cleft expanded. As its walls melted away +the Blasting Thing advanced, spurting into it the flaming +torrents. Behind it we crept. The dust of the shattered +rocks swirled up toward us like angry ghosts--before they +reached us they were blown away as though by strong +winds streaming from beneath us. + +On we went, blinded, deafened. Interminably, it seemed, +poured forth the hurricane of blue fire; interminably the +thunder bellowed. + +There came a louder clamor--volcanic, chaotic, dulling +the thunders. The sides of the cleft quivered, bent outward. +They split; crashed down. Bright daylight poured in +upon us, a flood of light toward which the billows of dust +rushed as though seeking escape; out it poured like the +smoke of ten thousand cannon. + +And the Blasting Thing shook--as though with laughter! + +The stars closed. Back into the Shape ran globe and +pyramid. It slid toward us--joined the body from which +it had broken away. Through all the mass ran a wave of +jubilation, a pulse of mirth--a colossal, metallic--SILENT-- +roar of laughter. + +We glided forward--out of the cleft. I felt a shifting movement. + +Up and up we were thrust. Dazed I looked behind me. +In the face of a sky climbing wall of rock, smoked a wide +chasm. Out of it the billowing clouds of dust still streamed, +pursuing, threatening us. The whole granite barrier seemed +to quiver with agony. Higher we rose and higher. + +"Look," whispered Drake, and whirled me around. + +Less than five miles away was Ruszark, the City of +Cherkis. And it was like some ancient city come into life +out of long dead centuries. A page restored from once +conquering Persia's crumbled book. A city of the Chosroes +transported by Jinns into our own time. + +Built around and upon a low mount, it stood within a +valley but little larger than the Pit. The plain was level, as +though once it had been the floor of some primeval lake; +the hill of the City was its only elevation. + +Beyond, I caught the glinting of a narrow stream, +meandering. The valley was ringed with precipitous cliffs +falling sheer to its floor. + +Slowly we advanced. + +The city was almost square, guarded by double walls of +hewn stone. The first raised itself a hundred feet on high, +turreted and parapeted and pierced with gates. Perhaps a +quarter of a mile behind it the second fortification thrust +up. + +The city itself I estimated covered about ten square +miles. It ran upward in broad terraces. It was very fair, +decked with blossoming gardens and green groves. Among +the clustering granite houses, red and yellow roofed, thrust +skyward tall spires and towers. Upon the mount's top was +a broad, flat plaza on which were great buildings, marble +white and golden roofed; temples I thought, or +palaces, or both. + +Running to the city out of the grain fields and steads +that surrounded it, were scores of little figures, rat-like. +Here and there among them I glimpsed horsemen, arms +and armor glittering. All were racing to the gates and the +shelter of the battlements. + +Nearer we drew. From the walls came now a faint +sound of gongs, of drums, of shrill, flutelike pipings. Upon +them I could see hosts gathering; hosts of swarming little +figures whose bodies glistened, from above whom came +gleamings--the light striking upon their helms, their spear +and javelin tips. + +"Ruszark!" breathed Norhala, eyes wide, red lips cruelly +smiling. "Lo--I am before your gates. Lo--I am here-- +and was there ever joy like this!" + +The constellations in her eyes blazed. Beautiful, beautiful +was Norhala--as Isis punishing Typhon for the murder of +Osiris; as avenging Diana; shining from her something of +the spirit of all wrathful Goddesses. + +The flaming hair whirled and snapped. From all her +sweet body came white-hot furious force, a withering +perfume of destruction. She pressed against me, and I +trembled at the contact. + + +Lawless, wild imaginings ran through me. Life, human +life, dwindled. The City seemed but a thing of toys. + +On--let us crush it! On--on! + +Again the monster shook beneath us. Faster we moved. +Louder grew the clangor of the drums, the gongs, the +pipes. Nearer came the walls; and ever more crowded with +the swarming human ants that manned them. + +We were close upon the heels of the last fleeing stragglers. +The Thing slackened in its stride; waited patiently +until they were close to the gates. Before they could reach +them I heard the brazen clanging of their valves. Those +shut out beat frenziedly upon them; dragged themselves +close to the base of the battlements, cowered there or crept +along them seeking some hole in which to hide. + +With a slow lowering of its height the Thing advanced. +Now its form was that of a spindle a full mile in length on +whose bulging center we three stood. + +A hundred feet from the outer wall we halted. We +looked down upon it not more than fifty feet above its +broad top. Hundreds of the soldiers were crouching behind +the parapets, companies of archers with great bows +poised, arrows at their cheeks, scores of leather jerkined +men with stands of javelins at their right hands, spearsmen +and men with long, thonged slings. + +Set at intervals were squat, powerful engines of wood +and metal beside which were heaps of huge, rounded +boulders. Catapults I knew them to be and around each +swarmed a knot of soldiers, fixing the great stones in place, +drawing back the thick ropes that, loosened, would hurl +forth the projectiles. From each side came other men, +dragging more of these balisters; assembling a battery +against the prodigious, gleaming monster that menaced +their city. + +Between outer wall and inner battlements galloped +squadrons of mounted men. Upon this inner wall the +soldiers clustered as thickly as on the outer, preparing as +actively for its defense. + +The city seethed. Up from it arose a humming, a +buzzing, as of some immense angry hive. + +Involuntarily I visualized the spectacle we must present +to those who looked upon us--this huge incredible Shape +of metal alive with quicksilver shifting. This--as it must +have seemed to them--hellish mechanism of war captained +by a sorceress and two familiars in form of men. There +came to me dreadful visions of such a monster looking +down upon the peace-reared battlements of New York-- +the panic rush of thousands away from it. + +There was a blaring of trumpets. Up on the parapet +leaped a man clad all in gleaming red armor. From head +to feet the close linked scales covered him. Within a hood +shaped somewhat like the tight-fitting head coverings of +the Crusaders a pallid, cruel face looked out upon us; in +the fierce black eyes was no trace of fear. + +Evil as Norhala had said these people of Ruszark were, +wicked and cruel--they were no cowards, no! + +The red armored man threw up a hand. + +"Who are you?" he shouted. "Who are you three, you +three who come driving down upon Ruszark through the +rocks? We have no quarrel with you?" + +"I seek a man and a maid," cried Norhala. "A maid +and a sick man your thieves took from me. Bring him +forth!" + +"Seek elsewhere for them then," he answered. "They +are not here. Turn now and seek elsewhere. Go quickly, +lest I loose our might upon you and you go never." + +Mockingly rang her laughter--and under its lash the +black eyes grew fiercer, the cruelty on the white +face darkened. + +"Little man whose words are so big! Fly who thunders! +What are you called, little man?" + +Her raillery bit deep--but its menace passed unheeded +in the rage it called forth. + +"I am Kulun," shouted the man in scarlet armor. "Kulun, +the son of Cherkis the Mighty, and captain of his hosts. +Kulun--who will cast your skin under my mares in stall +for them to trample and thrust your red flayed body upon +a pole in the grain fields to frighten away the crows! Does +that answer you?" + +Her laughter ceased; her eyes dwelt upon him--filled +with an infernal joy. + +"The son of Cherkis!" I heard her murmur. "He has a son--" + +There was a sneer on the cruel face; clearly he thought +her awed. Quick was his disillusionment. + +"Listen, Kulun," she cried. "I am Norhala--daughter +of another Norhala and of Rustum, whom Cherkis tortured +and slew. Now go, you lying spawn of unclean +toads--go and tell your father that I, Norhala, am at his +gates. And bring back with you the maid and the man. +Go, I say!" + + + + + +CHAPTER XXV + +CHERKIS + +There was stark amazement on Kulun's face; and fear +now enough. He dropped from the parapet among his men. +There came one loud trumpet blast. + +Out from the battlements poured a storm of arrows, a +cloud of javelins. The squat catapults leaped forward. +From them came a hail of boulders. Before that onrushing +tempest of death I flinched. + +I heard Norhala's golden laughter and before they +could reach us arrow and javelin and boulder were +checked as though myriads of hands reached out from +the Thing under us and caught them. Down they dropped. + +Forth from the great spindle shot a gigantic arm, hammer +tipped with cubes. It struck the wall close to where +the scarlet armored Kulun had vanished. + +Under its blow the stones crumbled. With the fragments +fell the soldiers; were buried beneath them. + +A hundred feet in width a breach gaped in the battlements. +Out shot the arm again; hooked its hammer tip over +the parapet, tore away a stretch of the breastwork as +though it had been cardboard. Beside the breach an expanse +of the broad flat top lay open like a wide platform. + +The arm withdrew, and out from the whole length of +the spindle thrust other arms, hammer tipped, held high +aloft, menacing. + +From all the length of the wall arose panic outcry. +Abruptly the storm of arrows ended; the catapults were +still. Again the trumpets sounded; the crying ceased. +Down fell a silence, terrified, stifling. + +Kulun stepped forth again, both hands held high. Gone +was his arrogance. + +"A parley," he shouted. "A parley, Norhala. If we give +you the maid and man, will you go?" + +"Go get them," she answered. "And take with you this +my command to Cherkis--that HE return with the two!" + +For an instant Kulun hesitated. Up thrust the dreadful +arms, poised themselves to strike. + +"It shall be so," he shouted. "I carry your command." + +He leaped back, his red mail flashed toward a turret +that held, I supposed, a stairway. He was lost to sight. In +silence we waited. + +On the further side of the city I glimpsed movement. +Little troops of mounted men, pony drawn wains, knots +of running figures were fleeing from the city through the +opposite gates. + +Norhala saw them too. With that incomprehensible, instant +obedience to her unspoken thought a mass of the +Metal Things separated from us; whirled up into a dozen +of those obelisked forms I had seen march from the cat +eyes of the City of the Pit. + +In but a breath, it seemed, their columns were far off, +herding back the fugitives. + +They did not touch them, did not offer to harm--only, +grotesquely, like dogs heading off and corraling frightened +sheep, they circled and darted. Rushing back came those +they herded. + +From the watching terraces and walls arose shrill cries +of terror, a wailing. Far away the obelisks met, pirouetted, +melted into one thick column. Towering, motionless as we, +it stood, guarding the further gates. + +There was a stir upon the wall, a flashing of spears, of +drawn blades. Two litters closed with curtainings, surrounded +by triple rows of swordsmen fully armored, +carrying small shields and led by Kulun were being +borne to the torn battlement. + +Their bearers stopped well within the platform and +gently lowered their burdens. The leader of those around +the second litter drew aside its covering, spoke. + +Out stepped Ruth and after her--Ventnor! + +"Martin!" I could not keep back the cry; heard mingled +with it Drake's own cry to Ruth. Ventnor raised his hand +in greeting; I thought he smiled. + +The cubes on which we stood shot forward; stopped +within fifty feet of them. Instantly the guard of swordsmen +raised their blades, held them over the pair as +though waiting the signal to strike. + +And now I saw that Ruth was not clad as she had +been when we had left her. She stood in scanty kirtle that +came scarcely to her knees, her shoulders were bare, her +curly brown hair unbound and tangled. Her face was set +with wrath hardly less than that which beat from Norhala. +On Ventnor's forehead was a blood red scar, a line that +ran from temple to temple like a brand. + +The curtains of the first litter quivered; behind them +someone spoke. That in which Ruth and Ventnor had ridden +was drawn swiftly away. The knot of swordsmen drew +back. + +Into their places sprang and knelt a dozen archers. They +ringed in the two, bows drawn taut, arrows in place and +pointing straight to their hearts. + +Out of the litter rolled a giant of a man. Seven feet he +must have been in height; over the huge shoulders, the +barreled chest and the bloated abdomen hung a purple +cloak glittering with gems; through the thick and grizzled +hair passed a flashing circlet of jewels. + +The scarlet armored Kulun beside him, swordsmen +guarding them, he walked to the verge of the torn gap +in the wall. He peered down it, glancing imperturbably at +the upraised, hammer-banded arms still threatening; examined +again the breach. Then still with Kulun he strode +over to the very edge of the broken battlement and +stood, head thrust a little forward, studying us in silence. + + +"Cherkis!" whispered Norhala--the whisper was a hymn +to Nemesis. I felt her body quiver from head to foot. + +A wave of hatred, a hot desire to kill, passed through +me as I scanned the face staring at us. It was a great +gross mask of evil, of cold cruelty and callous lusts. +Unwinking, icily malignant, black slits of eyes glared at us +between pouches that held them half closed. Heavy jowls +hung pendulous, dragging down the corners of the thick +lipped, brutal mouth into a deep graven, unchanging sneer. + +As he gazed at Norhala a flicker of lust shot like a +licking tongue through his eyes. + +Yet from him pulsed power; sinister, instinct with evil, +concentrate with cruelty--but power indomitable. Such +was Cherkis, descendant perhaps of that Xerxes the Conqueror +who three millenniums gone ruled most of the known world. + +It was Norhala who broke the silence. + +"Tcherak! Greeting--Cherkis!" There was merciless +mirth in the buglings of her voice. "Lo, I did but knock +so gently at your gates and you hastened to welcome me. +Greetings--gross swine, spittle of the toads, fat slug +beneath my sandals." + +He passed the insults by, unmoved--although I heard a +murmuring go up from those near and Kulun's hard eyes blazed. + +"We will bargain, Norhala," he answered calmly; the +voice was deep, filled with sinister strength. + +"Bargain?" she laughed. "What have you with which +to bargain, Cherkis? Does the rat bargain with the tigress? +And you, toad, have nothing." + +He shook his head. + +"I have these," he waved a hand toward Ruth and her +brother. "Me you may slay--and mayhap many of mine. +But before you can move my archers will feather their +hearts." + +She considered him, no longer mocking. + +"Two of mine you slew long since, Cherkis," she said, +slowly. "Therefore it is I am here." + +"I know," he nodded heavily. "Yet now that is neither +here nor there, Norhala. It was long since, and I have +learned much during the years. I would have killed you +too, Norhala, could I have found you. But now I would +not do as then--quite differently would I do, Norhala; +for I have learned much. I am sorry that those that you +loved died as they did. I am in truth sorry!" + +There was a curious lurking sardonicism in the words, +an undertone of mockery. Was what he really meant that +in those years he had learned to inflict greater agonies, +more exquisite tortures? If so, Norhala apparently did not +sense that interpretation. Indeed, she seemed to be interested, +her wrath abating. + +"No," the hoarse voice rumbled dispassionately. "None +of that is important--now. YOU would have this man and +girl. I hold them. They die if you stir a hand's breadth +toward me. If they die, I prevail against you--for I have +cheated you of what you desire. I win, Norhala, even +though you slay me. That is all that is now important." + +There was doubt upon Norhala's face and I caught a +quick gleam of contemptuous triumph glint through the +depths of the evil eyes. + +"Empty will be your victory over me, Norhala," he said; +then waited. + +"What is your bargain?" she spoke hesitatingly; with a +sinking of my heart I heard the doubt tremble in her +throat. + +"If you will go without further knocking upon my +gates"--there was a satiric grimness in the phrase--"go +when you have been given them, and pledge yourself +never to return--you shall have them. If you will not, +then they die." + +"But what security, what hostages, do you ask?" Her +eyes were troubled. "I cannot swear by your gods, Cherkis, +for they are not my gods--in truth I, Norhala, have no +gods. Why should I not say yes and take the two, then +fall upon you and destroy--as you would do in my place, +old wolf?" + +"Norhala," he answered, "I ask nothing but your word. +Do I not know those who bore you and the line from +which they sprung? Was not always the word they gave +kept till death--unbroken, inviolable? No need for vows to +gods between you and me. Your word is holier than they +--O glorious daughter of kings, princess royal!" + + +The great voice was harshly caressing; not obsequious, but +as though he gave her as an equal her rightful honor. Her +face softened; she considered him from eyes far less hostile. + +A wholesome respect for this gross tyrant's mentality +came to me; it did not temper, it heightened, the hatred I +felt for him. But now I recognized the subtlety of his +attack; realized that unerringly he had taken the only +means by which he could have gained a hearing; have +temporized. Could he win her with his guile? + +"Is it not true?" There was a leonine purring in the question. + +"It IS true!" she answered proudly. "Though why YOU +should dwell upon this, Cherkis, whose word is steadfast +as the running stream and whose promises are as +lasting as its bubbles--why YOU should dwell on this I +do not know." + +"I have changed greatly, Princess, in the years since +my great wickedness; I have learned much. He who speaks +to you now is not he you were taught--and taught justly +then--to hate." + +"You may speak truth! Certainly you are not as I have +pictured you." It was as though she were more than half +convinced. "In this at least you do speak truth--that IF +I promise I will go and molest you no more." + +"Why go at all, Princess?" Quietly he asked the amazing +question--then drew himself to his full height, threw wide +his arms. + +"Princess?" the great voice rumbled forth. "Nay-- +Queen! Why leave us again--Norhala the Queen? Are +we not of your people? Am I not of your kin? Join +your power with ours. What that war engine you ride +may be, how built, I know not. But this I do know--that +with our strengths joined we two can go forth from where +I have dwelt so long, go forth into the forgotten world, +eat its cities and rule. + +"You shall teach our people to make these engines, +Norhala, and we will make many of them. Queen +Norhala--you shall wed my son Kulun, he who stands +beside me. And while I live you shall rule with me, rule +equally. And when I die you and Kulun shall rule. + +"Thus shall our two royal lines be made one, the old +feud wiped out, the long score be settled. Queen--wherever +it is you dwell it comes to me that you have few men. +Queen--you need men, many men and strong to follow +you, men to gather the harvests of your power, men to +bring to you the fruit of your smallest wish--young men +and vigorous to amuse you. + +"Let the past be forgotten--I too have wrongs to forget, +O Queen. Come to us, Great One, with your power +and your beauty. Teach us. Lead us. Return, and throned +above your people rule the world!" + +He ceased. Over the battlements, over the city, dropped +a vast expectant silence--as though the city knew its fate +was hanging upon the balance. + +"No! No!" It was Ruth crying. "Do not trust him, +Norhala! It's a trap! He shamed me--he tortured--" + +Cherkis half turned; before he swung about I saw a +hell shadow darken his face. Ventnor's hand thrust out, +covered Ruth's mouth, choking her crying. + +"Your son"--Norhala spoke swiftly; and back flashed +the cruel face of Cherkis, devouring her with his eyes. +"Your son--and Queenship here--and Empire of the +World." Her voice was rapt, thrilled. "All this you offer? +Me--Norhala?" + +"This and more!" The huge bulk of his body quivered +with eagerness. "If it be your wish, O Queen, I, Cherkis, +will step down from the throne for you and sit beneath +your right hand, eager to do your bidding." + +A moment she studied him. + +"Norhala," I whispered, "do not do this thing. He thinks +to gain your secrets." + +"Let my bridegroom stand forth that I may look +upon him," called Norhala. + +Visibly Cherkis relaxed, as though a strain had been +withdrawn. Between him and his crimson-clad son +flashed a glance; it was as though a triumphant devil sped +from them into each other's eyes. + +I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms. Up from the +wall rose a jubilant shouting, was caught by the inner +battlements, passed on to the crowded terraces. + +"Take Kulun," it was Drake, pistol drawn and whispering +across to me. "I'll handle Cherkis. And shoot straight." + + + + + +CHAPTER XXVI + +THE VENGEANCE +OF NORHALA + +Norhala's hand that had gone from my wrist dropped +down again; the other fell upon Drake's. + +Kulun loosed his hood, let it fall about his shoulders. + +He stepped forward, held out his arms to Norhala. + +"A strong man!" she cried approvingly. "Hail--my bridegroom! +But stay--stand back a moment. Stand beside that +man for whom I came to Ruszark. I would see you together!" + +Kulun's face darkened. But Cherkis smiled with evil +understanding, shrugged his shoulders and whispered to +him. Sullenly Kulun stepped back. The ring of the archers +lowered their bows; they leaped to their feet and stood +aside to let him pass. + +Quick as a serpent's tongue a pyramid tipped tentacle +flicked out beneath us. It darted through the broken circle +of the bowmen. + +It LICKED up Ruth and Ventnor and--Kulun! + +Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and +dropped those two I loved at Norhala's feet. + +It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of +Cherkis's son sprawled along its angled end. + +The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither. + +Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror. + +Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter. + +"Tchai!" she cried. "Tchai! Fat fool there. Tchai--you +Cherkis! Toad whose wits have sickened with your years! + +"Did you think to catch me, Norhala, in your filthy web? +Princess! Queen! Empress of Earth! Ho--old fox I have +outplayed and beaten, what now have you to trade with +Norhala?" + +Mouth sagging open, eyes glaring, the tyrant slowly +raised his arms--a suppliant. + +"You would have back the bridegroom you gave me?" +she laughed. "Take him, then." + +Down swept the metal arm that held Kulun. The arm +dropped Cherkis's son at Cherkis's feet; and as though +Kulun had been a grape--it crushed him! + +Before those who had seen could stir from their stupor +the tentacle hovered over Cherkis, glaring down at the +horror that had been his son. + +It did not strike him--it drew him up to it as a magnet +draws a pin. + +And as the pin swings from the magnet when held +suspended by the head, so swung the great body of +Cherkis from the under side of the pyramid that held him. +Hanging so he was carried toward us, came to a stop +not ten feet from us-- + +Weird, weird beyond all telling was that scene--and +would I had the power to make you who read see it as +we did. + +The animate, living Shape of metal on which we stood, +with its forest of hammer-handed arms raised menacingly +along its mile of spindled length; the great walls glistening +with the armored hosts; the terraces of that fair and +ancient city, their gardens and green groves and clustering +red and yellow-roofed houses and temples and palaces; +the swinging gross body of Cherkis in the clutch of the +unseen grip of the tentacle, his grizzled hair touching the +side of the pyramid that held him, his arms half outstretched, +the gemmed cloak flapping like the wings of a +jeweled bat, his white, malignant face in which the evil +eyes were burning slits flaming hell's own blackest hatred; +and beyond the city, from which pulsed almost visibly a +vast and hopeless horror, the watching column--and over +all this the palely radiant white sky under whose light the +encircling cliffs were tremendous stony palettes splashed +with a hundred pigments. + +Norhala's laughter had ceased. Somberly she looked +upon Cherkis, into the devil fires of his eyes. + +"Cherkis!" she half whispered. "Now comes the end for +you--and for all that is yours! But until the end's end +you shall see." + +The hanging body was thrust forward; was thrust up; +was brought down upon its feet on the upper plane of +the prostrate pyramid tipping the metal arm that held him. +For an instant he struggled to escape; I think he meant to +hurl himself down upon Norhala, to kill her before he +himself was slain. + +If so, after one frenzied effort he realized the futility, +for with a certain dignity he drew himself upright, turned +his eyes toward the city. + +Over that city a dreadful silence hung. It was as +though it cowered, hid its face, was afraid to breathe. + +"The end!" murmured Norhala. + +There was a quick trembling through the Metal Thing. Down +swung its forest of sledges. Beneath the blow down fell the +smitten walls, shattered, crumbling, and with it glittering +like shining flies in a dust storm fell the armored men. + +Through that mile-wide breach and up to the inner barrier +I glimpsed confusion chaotic. And again I say it-- +they were no cowards, those men of Cherkis. From the +inner battlements flew clouds of arrows, of huge stones +--as uselessly as before. + +Then out from the opened gates poured regiments of +horsemen, brandishing javelins and great maces, and +shouting fiercely as they drove down upon each end of the +Metal Shape. Under cover of their attack I saw cloaked +riders spurring their ponies across the plain to shelter of +the cliff walls, to the chance of hiding places within them. +Women and men of the rich, the powerful, flying for +safety; after them ran and scattered through the fields of +grain a multitude on foot. + + +The ends of the spindle drew back before the horsemen's +charge, broadening as they went--like the heads of +monstrous cobras withdrawing into their hoods. Abruptly, +with a lightning velocity, these broadenings expanded into +immense lunettes, two tremendous curving and crablike +claws. Their tips flung themselves past the racing troops; +then like gigantic pincers began to contract. + +Of no avail now was it for the horsemen to halt +dragging their mounts on their haunches, or to turn to +fly. The ends of the lunettes had met, the pincer tips had +closed. The mounted men were trapped within half-mile-wide +circles. And in upon man and horse their living walls +marched. Within those enclosures of the doomed began a +frantic milling--I shut my eyes-- + +There was a dreadful screaming of horses, a shrieking +of men. Then silence. + +Shuddering, I looked. Where the mounted men had been +was--nothing. + +Nothing? There were two great circular spaces whose +floors were glistening, wetly red. Fragments of man or +horse--there was none. They had been crushed into-- +what was it Norhala had promised--had been stamped +into the rock beneath the feet of her--servants. + +Sick, I looked away and stared at a Thing that writhed +and undulated over the plain; a prodigious serpentine +Shape of cubes and spheres linked and studded thick with +the spikes of the pyramid. Through the fields, over the +plain its coils flashed. + +Playfully it sped and twisted among the fugitives, +crushing them, tossing them aside broken, gliding over +them. Some there were who hurled themselves upon it in +impotent despair, some who knelt before it, praying. On +rolled the metal convolutions, inexorable. + +Within my vision's range there were no more fugitives. +Around a corner of the broken battlements raced the serpent +Shape. Where it had writhed was now no waving +grain, no trees, no green thing. There was only smooth +rock upon which here and there red smears glistened wetly. + +Afar there was a crying, in its wake a rumbling. It was +the column, it came to me, at work upon the further +battlements. As though the sound had been a signal the +spindle trembled; up we were thrust another hundred feet +or more. Back dropped the host of brandished arms, +threaded themselves into the parent bulk. + +Right and left of us the spindle split into scores of +fissures. Between these fissures the Metal Things that made +up each now dissociate and shapeless mass geysered; +block and sphere and tetrahedron spike spun and +swirled. There was an instant of formlessness. + +Then right and left of us stood scores of giant, grotesque +warriors. Their crests were fully fifty feet below +our living platform. They stood upon six immense, +columnar stilts. These sextuple legs supported a hundred +feet above their bases a huge and globular body formed +of clusters of the spheres. Out from each of these bodies +that were at one and the same time trunks and heads, +sprang half a score of colossal arms shaped like flails; +like spike-studded girders, Titanic battle maces, Cyclopean +sledges. + +From legs and trunks and arms the tiny eyes of the +Metal Hordes flashed, exulting. + +There came from them, from the Thing we rode as well, +a chorus of thin and eager wailings and pulsed through +all that battle-line, a jubilant throbbing. + +Then with a rhythmic, JOCUND stride they leaped upon +the city. + +Under the mallets of the smiting arms the inner battlements +fell as under the hammers of a thousand metal +Thors. Over their fragments and the armored men who +fell with them strode the Things, grinding stone and man +together as we passed. + +All of the terraced city except the side hidden by the +mount lay open to my gaze. In that brief moment of +pause I saw crazed crowds battling in narrow streets, +trampling over mounds of the fallen, surging over barricades +of bodies, clawing and tearing at each other in their +flight. + +There was a wide, stepped street of gleaming white stone +that climbed like an immense stairway straight up the +slope to that broad plaza at the top where clustered the +great temples and palaces--the Acropolis of the city. Into +it the streets of the terraces flowed, each pouring out upon +it a living torrent, tumultuous with tuliped, sparkling little +waves, the gay coverings and the arms and armor of +Ruszark's desperate thousands seeking safety at the shrines +of their gods. + +Here great carven arches arose; there slender, exquisite +towers capped with red gold--there was a street of +colossal statues, another over which dozens of graceful, +fretted bridges threw their spans from feathery billows of +flowering trees; there were gardens gay with blossoms in +which fountains sparkled, green groves; thousands upon +thousands of bright multicolored pennants, banners, fluttered. + +A fair, a lovely city was Cherkis's stronghold of Ruszark. + +Its beauty filled the eyes; out from it streamed the +fragrance of its gardens--the voice of its agony was +that of the souls in Dis. + +The row of destroying shapes lengthened, each huge +warrior of metal drawing far apart from its mates. They +flexed their manifold arms, shadow boxed--grotesquely, +dreadfully. + +Down struck the flails, the sledges. Beneath the blows +the buildings burst like eggshells, their fragments burying +the throngs fighting for escape in the thoroughfares that +threaded them. Over their ruins we moved. + +Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges. And +ever under them the city crumbled. + +There was a spider Shape that crawled up the wide +stairway hammering into the stone those who tried to flee +before it. + +Stride by stride the Destroying Things ate up the city. + + +I felt neither wrath nor pity. Through me beat a jubilant +roaring pulse--as though I were a shouting corpuscle of +the rushing hurricane, as though I were one of the hosts +of smiting spirits of the bellowing typhoon. + +Through this stole another thought--vague, unfamiliar, +yet seemingly of truth's own essence. Why, I wondered, +had I never recognized this before? Why had I never known +that these green forms called trees were but ugly, unsymmetrical +excrescences? That these high projections of +towers, these buildings were deformities? + +That these four-pronged, moving little shapes that +screamed and ran were--hideous? + +They must be wiped out! All this misshapen, jumbled, +inharmonious ugliness must be wiped out! It must be +ground down to smooth unbroken planes, harmonious +curvings, shapeliness--harmonies of arc and line and +angle! + +Something deep within me fought to speak--fought to +tell me that this thought was not human thought, not my +thought--that it was the reflected thought of the Metal +Things! + +It told me--and fiercely it struggled to make me realize +what it was that it told. Its insistence was borne upon +little despairing, rhythmic beatings--throbbings that were +like the muffled sobbings of the drums of grief. Louder, +closer came the throbbing; clearer with it my perception +of the inhumanness of my thought. + +The drum beat tapped at my humanity, became a +dolorous knocking at my heart. + +It was the sobbing of Cherkis! + +The gross face was shrunken, the cheeks sagging in folds +of woe; cruelty and wickedness were wiped from it; the +evil in the eyes had been washed out by tears. Eyes +streaming, bull throat and barrel chest racked by his +sobbing, he watched the passing of his people and his city. + +And relentlessly, coldly, Norhala watched him--as +though loath to lose the faintest shadow of his agony. + +Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount. +Packed between us and the immense white structures that +crowned it were thousands of the people. They fell on +their knees before us, prayed to us. They tore at each +other, striving to hide themselves from us in the mass +that was themselves. They beat against the barred doors +of the sanctuaries; they climbed the pillars; they swarmed +over the golden roofs. + +There was a moment of chaos--a chaos of which we +were the heart. Then temple and palace cracked, burst; +were shattered; fell. I caught glimpses of gleaming +sculptures, glitterings of gold and of silver, flashing of +gems, shimmering of gorgeous draperies--under them a +weltering of men and women. + +We closed down upon them--over them! + +The dreadful sobbing ceased. I saw the head of Cherkis +swing heavily upon a shoulder; the eyes closed. + +The Destroying Things touched. Their flailing arms +coiled back, withdrew into their bodies. They joined, +forming for an instant a tremendous hollow pillar far down +in whose center we stood. They parted; shifted in shape? +rolled down the mount over the ruins like a widening wave +--crushing into the stone all over which they passed. + +Afar away I saw the gleaming serpent still at play-- +still writhing among, still obliterating the few score +scattered fugitives that some way, somehow, had slipped by +the Destroying Things. + +We halted. For one long moment Norhala looked upon +the drooping body of him upon whom she had let fall +this mighty vengeance. + +Then the metal arm that held Cherkis whirled. +Thrown from it, the cloaked form flew like a great blue +bat. It fell upon the flattened mound that had once been +the proud crown of his city. A blue blot upon desolation +the broken body of Cherkis lay. + +A black speck appeared high in the sky; grew fast-- +the lammergeier. + +"I have left carrion for you--after all!" cried Norhala. + +With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped +beside the blue heap--thrust in it its beak. + + + + + +CHAPTER XXVII + +"THE DRUMS +OF DESTINY" + +Slowly we descended that mount of desolation; lingeringly, +as though the brooding eyes of Norhala were not +yet sated with destruction. Of human life, of green life, +of life of any kind there was none. + +Man and tree, woman and flower, babe and bud, palace, +temple and home--Norhala had stamped flat. She had +crushed them within the rock--even as she had promised. + +The tremendous tragedy had absorbed my every +faculty; I had had no time to think of my companions; I +had forgotten them. Now in the painful surges of awakening +realization, of full human understanding of that inhuman +annihilation, I turned to them for strength. Faintly +I wondered again at Ruth's scantiness of garb, her more +than half nudity; dwelt curiously upon the red brand +across Ventnor's forehead. + +In his eyes and in Drake's I saw reflected the horror I +knew was in my own. But in the eyes of Ruth was none of +this--sternly, coldly triumphant, indifferent to its piteousness +as Norhala herself, she scanned the waste that less +than an hour since had been a place of living beauty. + +I felt a shock of repulsion. After all, those who had +been destroyed so ruthlessly could not ALL have been +wholly evil. Yet mother and blossoming maid, youth and +oldster, all the pageant of humanity within the great walls +were now but lines within the stone. According to their +different lights, it came to me, there had been in Ruszark +no greater number of the wicked than one could find in +any great city of our own civilization. + +From Norhala, of course, I looked for no perception of +any of this. But from Ruth-- + +My reaction grew; the pity long withheld racing +through me linked with a burning anger, a hatred for this +woman who had been the directing soul of that catastrophe. + +My gaze fell again upon the red brand. I saw that it +was a deep indentation as though a thong had been twisted +around Ventnor's head biting the bone. There was dried +blood on the edges, a double ring of swollen white flesh +rimming the cincture. It was the mark of--torture! + +"Martin," I cried. "That ring? What did they do to you?" + +"They waked me with that," he answered quietly. "I +suppose I ought to be grateful--although their intentions +were not exactly--therapeutic--" + +"They tortured him," Ruth's voice was tense, bitter; +she spoke in Persian--for Norhala's benefit I thought +then, not guessing a deeper reason. "They tortured him. +They gave him agony until he--returned. And they promised +him other agonies that would make him pray long for death. + +"And me--me"--she raised little clenched hands--"me +they stripped like a slave. They led me through the city +and the people mocked me. They took me before that +swine Norhala has punished--and stripped me before him +--like a slave. Before my eyes they tortured my brother. +Norhala--they were evil, all evil! Norhala--you did well +to slay them!" + +She caught the woman's hands, pressed close to her. +Norhala gazed at her from great gray eyes in which the +wrath was dying, into which the old tranquillity, the old +serenity was flowing. And when she spoke the golden +voice held more than returning echoes of the far-away, +faint chimings. + +"It is done," she said. "And it was well done--sister. +Now you and I shall dwell together in peace--sister. Or +if there be those in the world from which you came that +you would have slain, then you and I shall go forth +with our companies and stamp them out--even as I did +these." + +My heart stopped beating--for from the depths of +Ruth's eyes shining shadows were rising, wraiths answering +Norhala's calling; and, as they rose, steadily they drew +life from the clear radiance summoning--drew closer to +the semblance of that tranquil spirit which her vengeance +had banished but that had now returned to its +twin thrones of Norhala's eyes. + +And at last it was twin sister of Norhala who looked +upon her from the face of Ruth! + +The white arms of the woman encircled her; the glorious +head bent over her; flaming tresses mingled with +tender brown curls. + +"Sister!" she whispered. "Little sister! These men you +shall have as long as it pleases you--to do with as you +will. Or if it is your wish they shall go back to their +world and I will guard them to its gates. + +"But you and I, little sister, will dwell together--in the +vastnesses--in the peace. Shall it not be so?" + +With no faltering, with no glance toward us three-- +lover, brother, old friend--Ruth crept closer to her, rested +her head upon the virginal, royal breasts. + +"It shall be so!" she murmured. "Sister--it shall be so. +Norhala--I am tired. Norhala--I have seen enough of +men." + +An ecstasy of tenderness, a flame of unearthly rapture, +trembled over the woman's wondrous face. Hungrily, defiantly, +she pressed the girl to her; the stars in the lucid +heavens of her eyes were soft and gentle and caressing. + +"Ruth!" cried Drake--and sprang toward them. She paid +no heed; and even as he leaped he was caught, whirled +back against us. + +"Wait," said Ventnor, and caught him by the arm as +wrathfully, blindedly, he strove against the force that held +him. "Wait. No use--now." + +There was a curious understanding in his voice--a curious +sympathy, too, in the patient, untroubled gaze that +dwelt upon his sister and this weirdly exquisite woman +who held her. + +"Wait!" exclaimed Drake. "Wait--hell! The damned +witch is stealing her away from us!" + +Again he threw himself forward; recoiled as though +swept back by an invisible arm; fell against us and was +clasped and held by Ventnor. And as he struggled the +Thing we rode halted. Like metal waves back into it +rushed the enigmatic billows that had washed over the +fragments of the city. + +We were lifted; between us and the woman and girl a +cleft appeared; it widened into a rift. It was as though +Norhala had decreed it as a symbol of this her second +victory--or had set it between us as a barrier. + + +Wider grew the rift. Save for the bridge of our voices it +separated us from Ruth as though she stood upon another world. + +Higher we rose; the three of us now upon the flat top +of a tower upon whose counterpart fifty feet away and +facing the homeward path, Ruth and Norhala stood with +white arms interlaced. + +The serpent shape flashed toward us; it vanished beneath, +merging into the waiting Thing. + +Then slowly the Thing began to move; quietly it +glided to the chasm it had blasted in the cliff wall. The +shadow of those walls fell upon us. As one we looked +back; as one we searched out the patch of blue with +the black blot at its breast. + +We found it; then the precipices hid it. Silently we +streamed through the chasm, through the canyon and the +tunnel--speaking no word, Drake's eyes fixed with bitter +hatred upon Norhala, Ventnor brooding upon her always +with that enigmatic sympathy. We passed between the +walls of the further cleft; stood for an instant at the +brink of the green forest. + +There came to us as though from immeasurable distances, +a faint, sustained thrumming--like the beating of +countless muffled drums. The Thing that carried us +trembled--the sound died away. The Thing quieted; it began its +steady, effortless striding through the crowding trees--but +now with none of that speed with which it had come, +spurred forward by Norhala's awakened hate. + +Ventnor stirred; broke the silence. And now I saw how +wasted was his body, how sharpened his face; almost +ethereal; purged not only by suffering but by, it came to +me, some strange knowledge. + +"No use, Drake," he said dreamily. "All this is now on +the knees of the gods. And whether those gods are humanity's +or whether they are--Gods of Metal--I do not know. + +"But this I do know--only one way or another can the +balance fall; and if it be one way, then you and we shall +have Ruth back. And if it falls the other way--then there +will be little need for us to care. For man will be done!" + +"Martin! What do you mean?" + +"It is the crisis," he answered. "We can do nothing, +Goodwin--nothing. Whatever is to be steps forth now from +the womb of Destiny." + +Again there came that distant rolling--louder, now. +Again the Thing trembled. + +"The drums," whispered Ventnor. "The drums of destiny. +What is it they are heralding? A new birth of Earth and +the passing of man? A new child to whom shall be given +dominion--nay, to whom has been given dominion? Or +is it--taps--for Them?" + +The drumming died as I listened--fearfully. About us +was only the swishing, the sighing of the falling trees +beneath the tread of the Thing. Motionless stood Norhala; +and as motionless Ruth. + +"Martin," I cried once more, a dreadful doubt upon me. +"Martin--what do you mean?" + +"Whence did--They--come?" His voice was clear and +calm, the eyes beneath the red brand clear and quiet, +too. "Whence did They come--these Things that carry us? +That strode like destroying angels over Cherkis's city? +Are they spawn of Earth--as we are? Or are they foster +children--changelings from another star? + +"These creatures that when many still are one--that +when one still are many. Whence did They come? What +are They?" + +He looked down upon the cubes that held us; their +hosts of tiny eyes shone up at him, enigmatically--as +though they heard and understood. + +"I do not forget," he said. "At least not all do I forget +of what I saw during that time when I seemed an atom +outside space--as I told you, or think I told you, speaking +with unthinkable effort through lips that seemed eternities +away from me, the atom, who strove to open them. + +"There were three--visions, revelations--I know not +what to call them. And though each seemed equally real, +of two of them, only one, I think, can be true; and of the +third--that may some time be true but surely is not yet." + + +Through the air came a louder drum roll--in it something +ominous, something sinister. It swelled to a crescendo; +abruptly ceased. And now I saw Norhala raise her +head; listen. + +"I saw a world, a vast world, Goodwin, marching stately +through space. It was no globe--it was a world of many +facets, of smooth and polished planes; a huge blue jewel +world, dimly luminous; a crystal world cut out from +Aether. A geometric thought of the Great Cause, of God, +if you will, made material. It was airless, waterless, sunless. + +"I seemed to draw closer to it. And then I saw that +over every facet patterns were traced; gigantic symmetrical +designs; mathematical hieroglyphs. In them I read unthinkable +calculations, formulas of interwoven universes, +arithmetical progressions of armies of stars, pandects of +the motions of the suns. In the patterns was an appalling +harmony--as though all the laws from those which guide +the atom to those which direct the cosmos were there +resolved into completeness--totalled. + +"The faceted world was like a cosmic abacist, tallying +as it marched the errors of the infinite. + +"The patterned symbols constantly changed form. I +drew nearer--the symbols were alive. They were, in +untold numbers--These!" + +He pointed to the Thing that bore us. + +"I was swept back; looked again upon it from afar. +And a fantastic notion came to me--fantasy it was, of +course, yet built I know around a nucleus of strange +truth. It was"--his tone was half whimsical, half apologetic +--"it was that this jeweled world was ridden by some +mathematical god, driving it through space, noting +occasionally with amused tolerance the very bad arithmetic +of another Deity the reverse of mathematical--a more or +less haphazard Deity, the god, in fact, of us and the +things we call living. + +"It had no mission; it wasn't at all out to do any reforming; +it wasn't in the least concerned in rectifying +any of the inaccuracies of the Other. Only now and then +it took note of the deplorable differences between the +worlds it saw and its own impeccably ordered and tidy +temple with its equally tidy servitors. + +"Just an itinerant demiurge of supergeometry riding +along through space on its perfectly summed-up world; +master of all celestial mechanics; its people independent +of all that complex chemistry and labor for equilibrium +by which we live; needing neither air nor water, heeding +neither heat nor cold; fed with the magnetism of interstellar +space and stopping now and then to banquet off +the energy of some great sun." + +A thrill of amazement passed through me; fantasy all +this might be but--how, if so, had he gotten that last +thought? He had not seen, as we had, the orgy in the +Hall of the Cones, the prodigious feeding of the Metal +Monster upon our sun. + +"That passed," he went on, unnoticing. "I saw vast +caverns filled with the Things; working, growing, multiplying. +In caverns of our Earth--the fruit of some unguessed womb? I +do not know. + +"But in those caverns, under countless orbs of many +colored lights"--again the thrill of amaze shook me-- +"they grew. It came to me that they were reaching out +toward sunlight and the open. They burst into it--into +yellow, glowing sunlight. Ours? I do not know. And that +picture passed." + +His voice deepened. + +"There came a third vision. I saw our Earth--I knew, +Goodwin, indisputably, unmistakably that it was our +earth. But its rolling hills were leveled, its mountains +were ground and shaped into cold and polished symbols +--geometric, fashioned. + +"The seas were fettered, gleaming like immense jewels +in patterned settings of crystal shores. The very Polar ice +was chiseled. On the ordered plains were traced the +hieroglyphs of the faceted world. And on all Earth, Goodwin, +there was no green life, no city, no trace of man. +On this Earth that had been ours were only--These. + +"Visioning!" he said. "Don't think that I accept them +in their entirety. Part truth, part illusion--the groping +mind dazzled with light of unfamiliar truths and making +pictures from half light and half shadow to help it understand. + +"But still--SOME truth in them. How much I do not +know. But this I do know--that last vision was of a +cataclysm whose beginnings we face now--this very instant." + +The picture flashed behind my own eyes--of the walled +city, its thronging people, its groves and gardens, its +science and its art; of the Destroying Shapes trampling +it flat--and then the dreadful, desolate mount. + +And suddenly I saw that mount as Earth--the city as +Earth's cities--its gardens and groves as Earth's fields and +forests--and the vanished people of Cherkis seemed to +expand into all humanity. + +"But Martin," I stammered, fighting against choking, +intolerable terror, "there was something else. Something +of the Keeper of the Cones and of our striking through +the sun to destroy the Things--something of them being +governed by the same laws that govern us and that if +they broke them they must fall. A hope--a PROMISE, that +they would NOT conquer." + +"I remember," he replied, "but not clearly. There WAS +something--a shadow upon them, a menace. It was a +shadow that seemed to be born of our own world--some +threatening spirit of earth hovering over them. + +"I cannot remember; it eludes me. Yet it is because I +remember but a little of it that I say those drums may not +be--taps--for us." + + +As though his words had been a cue, the sounds again +burst forth--no longer muffled nor faint. They roared; they +seemed to pelt through air and drop upon us; they beat +about our ears with thunderous tattoo like covered caverns +drummed upon by Titans with trunks of great trees. + +The drumming did not die; it grew louder, more vehement; +defiant and deafening. Within the Thing under us a +mighty pulse began to throb, accelerating rapidly to the +rhythm of that clamorous roll. + +I saw Norhala draw herself up, sharply; stand listening +and alert. Under me, the throbbing turned to an uneasy +churning, a ferment. + +"Drums?" muttered Drake. "THEY'RE no drums. It's +drum fire. It's like a dozen Marnes, a dozen Verduns. But +where could batteries like those come from?" + +"Drums," whispered Ventnor. "They ARE drums. The +drums of Destiny!" + +Louder the roaring grew. Now it was a tremendous +rhythmic cannonading. The Thing halted. The tower that +upheld Ruth and Norhala swayed, bent over the gap between +us, touched the top on which we rode. + +Gently the two were plucked up; swiftly they were set +beside us. + +Came a shrill, keen wailing--louder than ever I had +heard before. There was an earthquake trembling; a +maelstrom swirling in which we spun; a swift sinking. + +The Thing split in two. Up before us rose a stupendous, +stepped pyramid; little smaller it was than that which +Cheops built to throw its shadows across holy Nile. Into +it streamed, over it clicked, score upon score of cubes, +building it higher and higher. It lurched forward--away +from us. + +From Norhala came a single cry--resonant, blaring +like a wrathful, golden trumpet. + +The speeding shape halted, hesitated; it seemed about +to return. Crashed down upon us an abrupt crescendo of +the distant drumming; peremptory, commanding. The +shape darted forward; raced away crushing to straw the +trees beneath it in a full quarter-mile-wide swath. + +Great gray eyes wide, filled with incredulous wonder, +stunned disbelief, Norhala for an instant faltered. Then +out of her white throat, through her red lips pelted a +tempest of staccato buglings. + +Under them what was left of the Thing leaped, tore on. +Norhala's flaming hair crackled and streamed; about her +body of milk and pearl--about Ruth's creamy skin--a +radiant nimbus began to glow. + +In the distance I saw a sapphire spark; knew it for +Norhala's home. Not far from it now was the rushing +pyramid--and it came to me that within that shape was +strangely neither globe nor pyramid. Nor except for the +trembling cubes that made the platform on which we +stood, did the shrunken Thing carrying us hold any unit +of the Metal Monster except its spheres and tetrahedrons +--at least within its visible bulk. + +The sapphire spark had grown to a glimmering azure +marble. Steadily we gained upon the pyramid. Never for +an instant ceased that scourging hail of notes from Norhala +--never for an instant lessened the drumming clamor +that seemed to try to smother them. + +The sapphire marble became a sapphire ball, a great +globe. I saw the Thing we sought to join lift itself into a +prodigious pillar; the pillar's base thrust forth stilts; upon +them the Thing stepped over the blue dome of Norhala's +house. + +The blue bubble was close; now it curved below us. +Gently we were lifted down; were set before its portal. +I looked up at the bulk that had carried us. + +I had been right--built it was only of globe and pyramid; +an inconceivably grotesque shape, it hung over us. + +Throughout the towering Shape was awful movement; +its units writhed within it. Then it was lost to sight in +the mists through which the Thing we had pursued had gone. + +In Norhala's face as she watched it go was a dismay, a +poignant uncertainty, that held in it something indescribably pitiful. + +"I am afraid!" I heard her whisper. + +She tightened her grasp upon dreaming Ruth; motioned +us to go within. We passed, silently; behind us she came, +followed by three of the great globes, by a pair of her +tetrahedrons. + +Beside a pile of the silken stuffs she halted. The girl's +eyes dwelt upon hers trustingly. + +"I am afraid!" whispered Norhala again. "Afraid--for you!" + +Tenderly she looked down upon her, the galaxies of +stars in her eyes soft and tremulous. + +"I am afraid, little sister," she whispered for the third +time. "Not yet can you go as I do--among the fires." She +hesitated. "Rest here until I return. I shall leave these to +guard you and obey you." + +She motioned to the five shapes. They ranged themselves +about Ruth. Norhala kissed her upon both brown eyes. + +"Sleep till I return," she murmured. + +She swept from the chamber--with never a glance for +us three. I heard a little wailing chorus without, fast dying +into silence. + +Spheres and pyramids twinkled at us, guarding the +silken pile whereon Ruth lay asleep--like some enchanted +princess. + +Beat down upon the blue globe like hollow metal +worlds, beaten and shrieking. + +The drums of Destiny! + +The drums of Doom! + +Beating taps for the world of men? + + + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII + +THE FRENZY +OF RUTH + +For many minutes we stood silent, in the shadowy chamber, +listening, each absorbed in his own thoughts. The +thunderous drumming was continuous; sometimes it +faded into a background for clattering storms as of +thousands of machine guns, thousands of riveters at work +at once upon a thousand metal frameworks; sometimes it +was nearly submerged beneath splitting crashes as of meeting +meteors of hollow steel. + +But always the drumming persisted, rhythmic, thunderous. +Through it all Ruth slept, undisturbed, cheek pillowed +in one rounded arm, the two great pyramids +erect behind her, watchful; a globe at her feet, a globe +at her head, the third sphere poised between her and us, +and, like the pyramids--watchful. + +What was happening out there--over the edge of the +canyon, beyond the portal of the cliffs, behind the veils, in +the Pit of the Metal Monster? What was the message of +the roaring drums? What the rede of their clamorous +runes? + +Ventnor stepped by the sentinel globe, bent over the +tranced girl. Sphere nor pointed pair stirred; only they +watched him--like a palpable thing one felt their watchfulness. +He listened to her heart, caught up a wrist, took +note of her pulse of life. He drew a deep breath, stood +upright, nodded reassuringly. + +Abruptly Drake turned, walked out through the open +portal, his strain and a very deep anxiety written plainly +in deep lines that ran from nostrils to firm young mouth. + +"Just went out to look for the pony," he muttered when +he returned. "It's safe. I was afraid it had been stepped +on. It's getting dusk. There's a big light down the canyon +--over in the valley." + +Ventnor drew back past the globe; rejoined us. + +The blue bower trembled under a gust of sound. Ruth +stirred; her brows knitted; her hands clenched. The sphere +that stood before her spun on its axis, swept up to the +globe at her head, glided from it to the globe at her +feet--as though whispering. Ruth moaned--her body bent +upright, swayed rigidly. Her eyes opened; they stared +through us as though upon some dreadful vision; and +strangely was it as though she were seeing with another's +eyes, were reflecting another's sufferings. + +The globes at her feet and at her head swirled out, +clustering against the third sphere--three weird shapes +in silent consultation. On Ventnor's face I saw pity-- +and a vast relief. With shocked amaze I realized that +Ruth's agony--for in agony she clearly was--was calling +forth in him elation. He spoke--and I knew why. + +"Norhala!" he whispered. "She is seeing with Norhala's +eyes--feeling what Norhala feels. It's not going well with +--That--out there. If we dared leave Ruth--could only, +see--" + +Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out--a golden bugling +that might have been Norhala's own wrathful trumpet +notes. Instantly the two pyramids flamed open, became +two gleaming stars that bathed her in violet radiance. +Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals glitter-- +menacingly. + +The girl glared at us--more brilliant grew the glittering +ovals as though their lightnings trembled on their lips. + +"Ruth!" called Ventnor softly. + +A shadow softened the intolerable, hard brilliancy of the +brown eyes. In them something struggled to arise, fighting +its way to the surface like some drowning human thing. + +It sank back--upon her face dropped a cloud of heartbreak, +appalling woe; the despair of a soul that, having +withdrawn all faith in its own kind to rest all faith, as it +thought, on angels--sees that faith betrayed. + +There stared upon us a stripped spirit, naked and hopeless +and terrible. + +Despairing, raging, she screamed once more. The central +globe swam to her; it raised her upon its back; glided +to the doorway. Upon it she stood poised like some youthful, +anguished Victory--a Victory who faced and knew +she faced destroying defeat; poised upon that enigmatic +orb on bare slender feet, one sweet breast bare, hands +upraised, virginally archaic, nothing about her of the +Ruth we knew. + +"Ruth!" cried Drake; despair as great as that upon her +face was in his voice. He sprang before the globe that +held her; barred its way. + +For an instant the Thing paused--and in that instant +the human soul of the girl rushed back. + +"No!" she cried. "No!" + +A weird call issued from the white lips--stumbling, uncertain, +as though she who sent it forth herself wondered +whence it sprang. Abruptly the angry stars closed. The +three globes spun--doubting, puzzled! Again she called-- +now a tremulous, halting cadence. She was lifted; dropped +gently to her feet. + +For an instant the globes and pyramids whirled and +danced before her--then sped away through the portal. + +Ruth swayed, sobbing. Then as though drawn, she ran +to the doorway, fled through it. As one we sprang after +her. Rods ahead her white body flashed, speeding toward +the Pit. Like fleet-footed Atalanta she fled--and far, far +behind us was the blue bower, the misty barrier of the +veils close, when Drake with a last desperate burst reached +her side, gripped her. Down the two fell, rolling upon the +smooth roadway. Silently she fought, biting, tearing at +Drake, struggling to escape. + +"Quick!" gasped Ventnor, stretching out to me an +arm. "Cut off the sleeve. Quick!" + +Unquestioningly, I drew my knife, ripped the garment +at the shoulder. He snatched the sleeve, knelt at Ruth's +head; rapidly he crumpled an end, thrust it roughly into +her mouth; tied it fast, gagging her. + +"Hold her!" he ordered Drake; and with a sob of relief +sprang up. The girl's eyes blazed at him, filled with hate. + +"Cut that other sleeve," he said; and when I had done +so, he knelt again, pinned Ruth down with a knee at her +throat, turned her over and knotted her hands behind +her. She ceased struggling; gently now he drew up the +curly head; swung her upon her back. + +"Hold her feet." He nodded to Drake, who caught the +slender bare ankles in his hands. + + +She lay there, helpless, being unable to use her hands +or feet. + +"Too little Ruth, and too much Norhala," said Ventnor, +looking up at me. "If she'd only thought to cry out! She +could have brought a regiment of those Things down to +blast us. And would--if she HAD thought. You don't think +THAT is Ruth, do you?" + +He pointed to the pallid face glaring at him, the eyes +from which cold fires flamed. + +"No, you don't!" He caught Drake by the shoulder, +sent him spinning a dozen feet away. "Damn it, Drake-- +don't you understand!" + +For suddenly Ruth's eyes softened; she had turned +them on Dick pitifully, appealingly--and he had loosed +her ankles, had leaned forward as though to draw away +the band that covered her lips. + +"Your gun," whispered Ventnor to me; before I had +moved he had snatched the automatic from my holster; +had covered Drake with it. + +"Drake," he said, "stand where you are. If you take +another step toward this girl I'll shoot you--by God, I +will!" + +Drake halted, shocked amazement in his face; I myself +felt resentful, wondering at his outburst. + +"But it's hurting her," he muttered, Ruth's eyes, soft and +pleading, still dwelt upon him. + +"Hurting her!" exclaimed Ventnor. "Man--she's my sister! +I know what I'm doing. Can't you see? Can't you see +how little of Ruth is in that body there--how little of +the girl you love? How or why I don't know--but that it +is so I DO know. Drake--have you forgotten how Norhala +beguiled Cherkis? I want my sister back. I'm helping +her to get back. Now let be. I know what I'm doing. Look +at her!" + +We looked. In the face that glared up at Ventnor was +nothing of Ruth--even as he had said. There was the +same cold, awesome wrath that had rested upon Norhala's +as she watched Cherkis weep over the eating up of +his city. Swiftly came a change--like the sudden smoothing +out of the rushing waves of a hill-locked, wind-lashed lake. + +The face was again Ruth's face--and Ruth's alone; the +eyes were Ruth's eyes--supplicating, adjuring. + +"Ruth!" Ventnor cried. "While you can hear--am I +not right?" + +She nodded vigorously, sternly; she was lost, hidden +once more. + +"You see." He turned to us grimly. + +A shattering shaft of light flashed upon the veils; almost +pierced them. An avalanche of sound passed high +above us. Yet now I noted that where we stood the +clamor was lessened, muffled. Of course, it came to me, +it was the veils. + +I wondered why--for whatever the quality of the +radiant mists, their purpose certainly had to do with +concentration of the magnetic flux. The deadening of the +noise must be accidental, could have nothing to do with +their actual use; for sound is an air vibration solely. No +--it must be a secondary effect. The Metal Monster was as +heedless of clamor as it was of heat or cold-- + +"We've got to see," Ventnor broke the chain of +thought. "We've got to get through and see what's +happening. Win or lose--we've got to KNOW." + +"Cut off your sleeve, as I did," he motioned to Drake. +"Tie her ankles. We'll carry her." + +Quickly it was done. Ruth's light body swinging between +brother and lover, we moved forward into the mists; +we crept cautiously through their dead silences. + +Passed out and fell back into them from a searing chaos +of light, chaotic tumult. + +From the slackened grip of Ventnor and Drake the +body of Ruth dropped while we three stood blinded, +deafened, fighting for recovery. Ruth twisted, rolled +toward the brink; Ventnor threw himself upon her, held her +fast. + + +Dragging her, crawling on our knees, we crept forward; +we stopped when the thinning of the mists permitted us +to see through them yet still interposed a curtaining +which, though tenuous, dimmed the intolerable brilliancy +that filled the Pit, muffled its din to a degree we +could bear. + +I peered through them--and nerve and muscle were +locked in the grip of a paralyzing awe. I felt then as one +would feel set close to warring regiments of stars, made +witness to the death-throes of a universe, or swept +through space and held above the whirling coils of Andromeda's +nebula to watch its birth agonies of nascent suns. + +These are no figures of speech, no hyperboles--speck as +our whole planet would be in Andromeda's vast loom, +pinprick as was the Pit to the cyclone craters of our +own sun, within the cliff-cupped walls of the valley was a +tangible, struggling living force akin to that which dwells +within the nebula and the star; a cosmic spirit transcending +all dimensions and thrusting its confines out into +the infinite; a sentient emanation of the infinite itself. + +Nor was its voice less unearthly. It used the shell of the +earth valley for its trumpetings, its clangors--but as one +hears in the murmurings of the fluted conch the great +voice of ocean, its whispering and its roarings, so here in +the clamorous shell of the Pit echoed the tremendous +voices of that illimitable sea which laps the shores of +the countless suns. + +I looked upon a mighty whirlpool miles and miles wide. +It whirled with surges whose racing crests were smiting +incandescences; it was threaded with a spindrift of lightnings; +it was trodden by dervish mists of molten flame +thrust through with forests of lances of living light. It cast +a cadent spray high to the heavens. + +Over it the heavens glittered as though they were a +shield held by fearful gods. Through the maelstrom staggered +a mountainous bulk; a gleaming leviathan of pale +blue metal caught in the swirling tide of some incredible +volcano; a huge ark of metal breasting a deluge of flame. + +And the drumming we heard as of hollow beaten metal +worlds, the shouting tempests of cannonading stars, +was the breaking of these incandescent crests, the falling +of the lightning spindrift, the rhythmic impact of the +lanced rays upon the glimmering mountain that reeled +and trembled as they struck it. + +The reeling mountain, the struggling leviathan, was-- +the City! + +It was the mass of the Metal Monster itself, guarded +by, stormed by, its own legions that though separate from +it were still as much of it as were the cells that formed +the skin of its walls, its carapace. + +It was the Metal Monster tearing, rending, fighting for, +battling against--itself. + +Mile high as when I had first beheld it was the inexplicable +body that held the great heart of the cones into +which had been drawn the magnetic cataracts from our +sun; that held too the smaller hearts of the lesser cones, +the workshops, the birth chamber and manifold other +mysteries unguessed and unseen. By a full fourth had its +base been shrunken. + +Ranged in double line along the side turned toward us +were hundreds of dread forms--Shapes that in their intensity +bore down upon, oppressed with a nightmare weight, the consciousness. + +Rectangular, upon their outlines no spike of pyramid, +no curve of globe showing, uncompromisingly ponderous, +they upthrust. Upon the tops of the first rank were +enormous masses, sledge shaped--like those metal fists +that had battered down the walls of Cherkis's city but +to them as the human hand is to the paw of the dinosaur. + +Conceive this--conceive these Shapes as animate and +flexible; beating down with the prodigious mallets, smashing +from side to side as though the tremendous pillars +that held them were thousand jointed upright pistons; +that as closely as I can present it in images of things we +know is the picture of the Hammering Things. + + +Behind them stood a second row, high as they and as +angular. From them extended scores of girdered arms. +These were thickly studded with the flaming cruciform +shapes, the opened cubes gleaming with their angry flares +of reds and smoky yellows. From the tentacles of many +swung immense shields like those which ringed the hall of +the great cones. + +And as the sledges beat, ever over their bent heads +poured from the crosses a flood of crimson lightnings. Out +of the concave depths of the shields whipped lashes of +blinding flame. With ropes of fire they knouted the Things +the sledges struck, the sullen crimson levins blasted. + +Now I could see the Shapes that attacked. Grotesque; +spined and tusked, spiked and antlered, wenned and +breasted; as chimerically angled, cusped and cornute as +though they were the superangled, supercornute gods +of the cusped and angled gods of the Javanese, they strove +against the sledge-headed and smiting, the multiarmed and +blasting square towers. + +High as them, as huge as they, incomparably fantastic, +in dozens of shifting forms they battled. + +More than a mile from the stumbling City stood +ranged like sharpshooters a host of solid, bristling-legged +towers. Upon their tops spun gigantic wheels. Out of the +centers of these wheels shot the radiant lances, hosts of +spears of intensest violet light. The radiance they volleyed +was not continuous; it was broken, so that the javelin rays +shot out in rhythmic flights, each flying fast upon the +shafts of the others. + +It was their impact that sent forth the thunderous drumming. +They struck and splintered against the walls, dropping +from them in great gouts of molten flame. It was as +though before they broke they pierced the wall, the +Monster's side, bled fire. + +With the crashing of broadsides of massed batteries +the sledges smashed down upon the bristling attackers. +Under the awful impact globes and pyramids were shattered +into hundreds of fragments, rocket bursts of blue +and azure and violet flame, flames rainbowed and irised. + +The hammer ends split, flew apart, were scattered, were +falling showers of sulphurous yellow and scarlet meteors. +But ever other cubes swarmed out and repaired the +broken smiting tips. And always where a tusked and +cornute shape had been battered down, disintegrated, +another arose as huge and as formidable pouring forth +upon the squared tower its lightnings, tearing at it with +colossal spiked and hooked claws, beating it with incredible +spiked and globular fists that were like the +clenched hands of some metal Atlas. + +As the striving Shapes swayed and wrestled, gave way +or thrust forward, staggered or fell, the bulk of the +Monster stumbled and swayed, advanced and retreated--an +unearthly motion wedded to an amorphous immensity that +flooded the watching consciousness with a deathly nausea. + +Unceasingly the hail of radiant lances poured from the +spinning wheels, falling upon Towered Shapes and City's +wall alike. There arose a prodigious wailing, an unearthly +thin screaming. About the bases of the defenders flashed +blinding bursts of incandescence--like those which had +heralded the flight of the Flying Thing dropping before +Norhala's house. + +Unlike them they held no dazzling sapphire brilliancies; +they were ochreous, suffused with raging vermilion. Nevertheless +they were factors of that same inexplicable action +--for from thousands of gushing lights leaped thousands +of gigantic square pillars; unimaginable projectiles hurled +from the flaming mouths of earth-hidden, titanic mortars. + +They soared high, swerved and swooped upon the lance-throwers. +Beneath their onslaught those chimerae tottered, I saw living +projectiles and living target fuse where they met--melt and +weld in jets of lightnings. + +But not all. There were those that tore great gaps in the +horned giants--wounds that instantly were healed with +globes and pyramids seething out from the Cyclopean +trunk. Ever the incredible projectiles flashed and flew as +though from some inexhaustible store; ever uprose that +prodigious barrage against the smiting rays. + +Now to check them soared from the ranks of the besiegers +clouds of countless horned dragons, immense +cylinders of clustered cubes studded with the clinging +tetrahedrons. They struck the cubed projectiles head on; +aimed themselves to meet them. + +Bristling dragon and hurtling pillar stuck and fused +or burst with intolerable blazing. They fell--cube and +sphere and pyramid--some half opened, some fully, in a +rain of disks, of stars, huge flaming crosses; a storm of +unimaginable pyrotechnics. + +Now I became conscious that within the City--within +the body of the Metal Monster--there raged a strife +colossal as this without. From it came a vast volcanic +roaring. Up from its top shot tortured flames, cascades +and fountains of frenzied Things that looped and struggled, +writhed over its edge, hurled themselves back; battling +chimerae which against the glittering heavens traced +luminous symbols of agony. + +Shrilled a stronger wailing. Up from behind the ray +hurling Towers shot hosts of globes. Thousands of palely +azure, metal moons they soared; warrior moons charging in +meteor rush and streaming with fluttering battle pennons +of violet flame. High they flew; they curved over the mile +high back of the Monster; they dropped upon it. + +Arose to meet them immense columns of the cubes; +battered against the spheres; swept them over and down +into the depths. Hundreds fell, broken--but thousands +held their place. I saw them twine about the pillars-- +writhing columns of interlaced cubes and globes straining +like monstrous serpents while all along their coils the +open disks and crosses smote with the scimitars of their +lightnings. + +In the wall of the City appeared a shining crack; from +top to bottom it ran; it widened into a rift from which a +flood of radiance gushed. Out of this rift poured a +thousand-foot-high torrent of horned globes. + +Only for an instant they flowed. The rift closed upon +them, catching those still emerging in a colossal vise. It +CRUNCHED them. Plain through the turmoil came a dreadful +--bursting roar. + +Down from the closing jaws of the vise dripped a stream +of fragments that flashed and flickered--and died. And +now in the wall was no trace of the breach. + +A hurricane of radiant lances swept it. Under them a +mile wide section of the living scarp split away; dropped +like an avalanche. Its fall revealed great spaces, huge +vaults and chambers filled with warring lightnings--out +from them came roaring, bellowing thunders. Swiftly from +each side of the gap a metal curtaining of the cubes +joined. Again the wall was whole. + +I turned my stunned gaze from the City--swept over the +valley. Everywhere, in towers, in writhing coils, in whipping +flails, in waves that smote and crashed, in countless +forms and combinations the Metal Hordes battled. Here +were pillars against which metal billows rushed and were +broken; there were metal comets that crashed high above +the mad turmoil. + +From streaming silent veil to veil--north and south, +east and west the Monster slew itself beneath its racing, +flaming banners, the tempests of its lightnings. + +The tortured hulk of the City lurched; it swept toward +us. Before it blotted out from our eyes the Pit I saw +that the crystal spans upon the river of jade were gone; +that the wondrous jeweled ribbons of its banks were +broken. + +Closer came the reeling City. + +I fumbled for my lenses, focussed them upon it. Now I +saw that where the radiant lances struck they--killed the +blocks blackened under them, became lustreless; the +sparkling of the tiny eyes--went out; the metal carapaces +crumbled. + +Closer to the City--came the Monster; shuddering I +lowered the glasses that it might not seem so near. + +Down dropped the bristling Shapes that wrestled with +the squared Towers. They rose again in a single monstrous +wave that rushed to overwhelm them. Before they could +strike the City swept closer; had hidden them from me. + +Again I raised the glasses. They brought the metal scarp +not fifty feet away--within it the hosts of tiny eyes +glittered, no longer mocking nor malicious, but insane. + +Nearer drew the Monster--nearer. + +A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed +to draw itself together. Then like the roar of a falling +world that whole side facing us slid down to the valley's +floor. + + + + + +CHAPTER XXIX + +THE PASSING +OF NORHALA + +Hundreds of feet through must have been the fallen +mass--within it who knows what chambers filled with +mysteries? Yes, thousands of feet thick it must have been, +for the debris of it splintered and lashed to the very +edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with +the dimming fragments of the bodies that had formed it. + +We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces. +There came another avalanche roaring--before us opened +the crater of the cones. + +Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed +about the base of that one slender, coroneted and +star pointing spire, rising serene and unshaken from a +hell of lightnings. But the shields that had rimmed the +crater were gone. + +Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled +and held them long to his eyes. + +He thrust them back to me. "Look!" + +Through the lenses the great hall leaped into full view +apparently only a few yards away. It was a cauldron of +chameleon flame. It seethed with the Hordes battling +over the remaining walls and floor. But around the crystal +base of the cones was an open zone into which none broke. + +In that wide ring, girdling the shimmering fantasy like +a circled sanctuary, were but three forms. One was the +wondrous Disk of jeweled fires I have called the Metal +Emperor; the second was the sullen fired cruciform of the +Keeper. + +The third was Norhala! + +She stood at the side of that weird master of hers--or +was it after all the servant? Between them and the Keeper's +planes gleamed the gigantic T-shaped tablet of countless +rods which controlled the activities of the cones; that +had controlled the shifting of the vanished shields; that +manipulated too, perhaps, the energies of whatever similar +but smaller cornute ganglia were scattered throughout the +City and one of which we had beheld when the Emperor's +guards had blasted Ventnor. + +Close was Norhala in the lenses--so close that almost, +it seemed, I could reach out and touch her. The flaming +hair streamed and billowed above her glorious head like +a banner of molten floss of coppery gold; her face was a +mask of wrath and despair; her great eyes blazed upon +the Keeper; her exquisite body was bare, stripped of +every shred of silken covering. + +From streaming tresses to white feet an oval of pulsing, +golden light nimbused her. Maiden Isis, virgin Astarte she +stood there, held in the grip of the Disk--like a goddess +betrayed and hopeless yet thirsting for vengeance. + +For all their stillness, their immobility, it came to me +that Emperor and Keeper were at grapple, locked in death +grip; the realization was as definite as though, like Ruth, +I thought with Norhala's mind, saw with her eyes. + +Clearly too it came to me that in this contest between +the two was epitomized all the vast conflict that raged +around them; that in it was fast ripening that fruit of +destiny of which Ventnor had spoken, and that here +in the Hall of the Cones would be settled--and soon-- +the fate not only of Disk and Cross, but it might be +of humanity. + +But with what unknown powers was that duel being +fought? They cast no lightnings, they battled with no +visible weapons. Only the great planes of the inverted +cruciform Shape smoked and smoldered with their sullen +flares of ochres and of scarlets; while over all the face of +the Disk its cold and irised fires raced and shone, beating +with a rhythm incredibly rapid; its core of incandescent +ruby blazed, its sapphire ovals were cabochoned pools +of living, lucent radiance. + +There was a splitting roar that arose above all the +clamor, deafening us even in the shelter of the silent veils. +On each side of the crater whole masses of the City +dropped away. Fleetingly I was aware of scores of +smaller pits in which uprose lesser replicas of the Coned +Mount, lesser reservoirs of the Monster's force. + +Neither the Emperor nor the Keeper moved, both seemingly +indifferent to the catastrophe fast developing around them. + +Now I strained forward to the very thinnest edge of the +curtainings. For between the Disk and Cross began to +form fine black mist. It was transparent. It seemed spun +of minute translucent ebon corpuscles. It hung like a black +shroud suspended by unseen hands. It shook and wavered +now toward the Disk, now toward the Cross. + +I sensed a keying up of force within the two; knew that +each was striving to cast like a net that hanging mist +upon the other. + +Abruptly the Emperor flashed forth, blindingly. As +though caught upon a blast, the black shroud flew toward +the Keeper--enveloped it. And as the mist covered and +clung I saw the sulphurous and crimson flares dim. They +were snuffed out. + +The Keeper fell! + + +Upon Norhala's face flamed a wild triumph, banishing +despair. The outstretched planes of the Cross swept up +as though in torment. For an instant its fires flared and +licked through the clinging blackness; it writhed half upright, +threw itself forward, crashed down prostrate upon the enigmatic +tablet which only its tentacles could manipulate. + +From Norhala's face the triumph fled. On its heels +rushed stark, incredulous horror. + +The Mount of Cones shuddered. From it came a single +mighty throb of force--like a prodigious heart-beat. Under +that pulse of power the Emperor staggered, spun--and +spinning, swept Norhala from her feet, swung her close to +its flashing rose. + +A second throb pulsed from the cones, and mightier. + +A spasm shook the Disk--a paroxysm. + +Its fires faded; they flared out again, bathing the floating, +unearthly figure of Norhala with their iridescences. + +I saw her body writhe--as though it shared the agony of the +Shape that held her. Her head twisted; the great eyes, pools +of uncomprehending, unbelieving horror, stared into mine. + +With a spasmodic, infinitely dreadful movement the +Disk closed-- + +And closed upon her! + +Norhala was gone--was shut within it. Crushed to the +pent fires of its crystal heart. + +I heard a sobbing, agonized choking--knew it was I who +sobbed. Against me I felt Ruth's body strike, bend in +convulsive arc, drop inert. + +The slender steeple of the cones drooped sending its +faceted coronet shattering to the floor. The Mount melted. +Beneath the flooding radiance sprawled Keeper and the +great inert Globe that was the Goddess woman's sepulcher. + +The crater filled with the pallid luminescence. Faster +and ever faster it poured down into the Pit. And from +all the lesser craters of the smaller cones swept silent +cataracts of the same pale radiance. + +The City began to crumble--the Monster to fall. + +Like pent-up waters rushing through a broken dam the +gleaming deluge swept over the valley; gushing in steady +torrents from the breaking mass. Over the valley fell a vast +silence. The lightnings ceased. The Metal Hordes stood +rigid, the shining flood lapping at their bases, rising swiftly +ever higher. + +Now from the sinking City swarmed multitudes of its +weird luminaries. + +Out they trooped, swirling from every rent and gap-- +orbs scarlet and sapphire, ruby orbs, orbs tuliped and irised +--the jocund suns of the birth chamber and side by side +with them hosts of the frozen, pale gilt, stiff rayed suns. + +Thousands upon thousands they marched forth and +poised themselves solemnly over all the Pit that now was a +fast rising lake of yellow froth of sun flame. + +They swept forth in squadrons, in companies, in regiments, +those mysterious orbs. They floated over all the +valley; they separated and swung motionless above it as +though they were mysterious multiple souls of fire brooding +over the dying shell that had held them. + +Beneath, thrusting up from the lambent lake like grotesque +towers of some drowned fantastic metropolis, the +great Shapes stood, black against its glowing. + +What had been the City--that which had been the +bulk of the Monster--was now only a vast and shapeless +hill from which streamed the silent torrents of that +released, unknown force which, concentrate and bound, had +been the cones. + +As though it was the Monster's shining life-blood it +poured, raising ever higher in its swift flooding the level +radiant lake. + +Lower and lower sank the immense bulk; squattered +and spread, ever lowering--about its helpless, patient +crouching something ineffably piteous, something indescribably, +COSMICALLY tragic. + +Abruptly the watching orbs shook under a hail of sparkling +atoms streaming down from the glittering sky; raining +upon the lambent lake. So thick they fell that now the +brooding luminaries were dim aureoles within them. + +From the Pit came a blinding, insupportable brilliancy. +From every rigid tower gleamed out jeweled fires; their +clinging units opened into blazing star and disk and cross. +The City was a hill of living gems over which flowed +torrents of pale molten gold. + +The Pit blazed. + + +There followed an appalling tensity; a prodigious gathering +of force; a panic stirring concentration of energy. +Thicker fell the clouds of sparkling atoms--higher rose +the yellow flood. + +Ventnor cried out. I could not hear him, but I read his +purpose--and so did Drake. Up on his broad shoulders he +swung Ruth as though she had been a child. Back +through the throbbing veils we ran; passed out of them. + +"Back!" shouted Ventnor. "Back as far as you can!" + +On we raced; we reached the gateway of the cliffs; we +dashed on and on--up the shining roadway toward the +blue globe now a scant mile before us; ran sobbing, panting +--ran, we knew, for our lives. + +Out of the Pit came a sound--I cannot describe it! + +An unutterably desolate, dreadful wail of despair, it +shuddered past us like the groaning of a broken-hearted +star--anguished and awesome. + +It died. There rushed upon us a sea of that incredible +loneliness, that longing for extinction that had assailed +us in the haunted hollow where first we had seen Norhala. +But its billows were resistless, invincible. Beneath them +we fell; were torn by desire for swift death. + +Dimly, through fainting eyes, I saw a dazzling brilliancy +fill the sky; heard with dying ears a chaotic, blasting roar. +A wave of air thicker than water caught us up, hurled us +hundreds of yards forward. It dropped us; in its wake +rushed another wave, withering, scorching. + +It raced over us. Scorching though it was, within its +heat was energizing, revivifying force; something that slew +the deadly despair and fed the fading fires of life. + +I staggered to my feet; looked back. The veils were gone. +The precipice walled gateway they had curtained was filled +with a Plutonic glare as though it opened into the incandescent +heart of a volcano. + +Ventnor clutched my shoulder, spun me around. He pointed to +the sapphire house, started to run to it. Far ahead I saw +Drake, the body of the girl clasped to his breast. The heat +became blasting, insupportable; my lungs burned. + +Over the sky above the canyon streaked a serpentine +chain of lightnings. A sudden cyclonic gust swept the cleft, +whirling us like leaves toward the Pit. + +I threw myself upon my face, clutching at the smooth +rock. A volley of thunder burst--but not the thunder of +the Metal Monster or its Hordes; no, the bellowing of the +levins of our own earth. + +And the wind was cold; it bathed the burning skin; laved +the fevered lungs. + +Again the sky was split by the lightnings. And roaring +down from it in solid sheets came the rain. + +From the Pit arose a hissing as though within it raged +Babylonian Tiamat, Mother of Chaos, serpent dweller in +the void; Midgard-snake of the ancient Norse holding +in her coils the world. + +Buffeted by wind, beaten down by rain, clinging to each +other like drowning men, Ventnor and I pushed on to the +elfin globe. The light was dying fast. By it we saw Drake +pass within the portal with his burden. The light became +embers; it went out; blackness clasped us. Guided by the +lightnings, we beat our way to the door; passed through it. + +In the electric glare we saw Drake bending over Ruth. +In it I saw a slide draw over the open portal through +which shrieked the wind, streamed the rain. + +As though its crystal panel was moved by unseen, gentle +hands, the portal closed; the tempest shut out. + +We dropped beside Ruth upon a pile of silken stuffs-- +awed, marveling, trembling with pity and--thanksgiving. + +For we knew--each of us knew with an absolute definiteness +as we crouched there among the racing, dancing +black and silver shadows with which the lightnings filled +the blue globe--that the Metal Monster was dead. + +Slain by itself! + + + + + +CHAPTER XXX + +BURNED OUT + +Ruth sighed and stirred. By the glare of the lightnings, +now almost continuous, we saw that her rigidity, and in +fact all the puzzling cataleptic symptoms, had disappeared. +Her limbs relaxed, her skin faintly flushed, she lay in +deepest but natural slumber undisturbed by the incessant +cannonading of the thunder under which the walls of +the blue globe shuddered. Ventnor passed through the curtains +of the central hall; he returned with one of Norhala's cloaks; +covered the girl with it. + +An overwhelming sleepiness took possession of me, a +weariness ineffable. Nerve and brain and muscle suddenly +relaxed, went slack and numb. Without a struggle I surrendered +to an overpowering stupor and cradled deep in its heart ceased +consciously to be. + + +When my eyes unclosed the chamber of the moonstone +walls was filled with a silvery, crepuscular light. I heard +the murmuring and laughing of running water, the play, I +lazily realized, of the fountained pool. + +I lay for whole minutes unthinking, luxuriating in the +sense of tension gone and of security; lay steeped in the +aftermath of complete rest. Memory flooded me. + +Quietly I sat up; Ruth still slept, breathing peacefully +beneath the cloak, one white arm stretched over the shoulder +of Drake--as though in her sleep she had drawn close to him. + +At her feet lay Ventnor, as deep in slumber as they. I +arose and tip-toed over to the closed door. + +Searching, I found its key; a cupped indentation upon +which I pressed. + +The crystalline panel slipped back; it was moved, I +suppose, by some mechanism of counterbalances responding +to the weight of the hand. It must have been some +vibration of the thunder which had loosed that mechanism +and had closed the panel upon the heels of our entrance +--so I thought--then seeing again in memory that +uncanny, deliberate shutting was not at all convinced that +it had been the thunder. + +I looked out. How many hours the sun had been up +there was no means of knowing. + +The sky was low and slaty gray; a fine rain was falling. +I stepped out. + +The garden of Norhala was a wreckage of uprooted and splintered +trees and torn masses of what had been blossoming verdure. + +The gateway of the precipices beyond which lay the Pit +was hidden in the webs of the rain. Long I gazed down +the canyon--and longingly; striving to picture what the +Pit now held; eager to read the riddles of the night. + +There came from the valley no sound, no movement, +no light. + +I reentered the blue globe and paused on the threshold +--staring into the wide and wondering eyes of Ruth bolt +upright in her silken bed with Norhala's cloak clutched to +her chin like a suddenly awakened and startled child. As +she glimpsed me she stretched out her hand. Drake, wide +awake on the instant, leaped to his feet, his hand jumping +to his pistol. + +"Dick!" called Ruth, her voice tremulous, sweet. + +He swung about, looked deep into the clear and fearless +brown eyes in which--with leaping heart I realized it +--was throned only that spirit which was Ruth's and Ruth's +alone; Ruth's clear unshadowed eyes glad and shy and +soft with love. + +"Dick!" she whispered, and held soft arms out to him. +The cloak fell from her. He swung her up. Their lips met. + +Upon them, embraced, the wakening eyes of Ventnor +dwelt; they filled with relief and joy, nor was there +lacking in them a certain amusement. + +She drew from Drake's arms, pushed him from her, +stood for a moment shakily, with covered eyes. + +"Ruth," called Ventnor softly. + +"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, Martin--I forgot--" She ran to +him, held him tight, face hidden in his breast. His hand +rested on the clustering brown curls, tenderly. + +"Martin." She raised her face to him. "Martin, it's GONE! +I'm--ME again! All ME! What happened? Where's Norhala?" + +I started. Did she not know? Of course, lying bound +as she had in the vanished veils, she could have seen +nothing of the stupendous tragedy enacted beyond them +--but had not Ventnor said that possessed by the inexplicable +obsession evoked by the weird woman Ruth had seen with her eyes, +thought with her mind? + +And had there not been evidence that in her body had +been echoed the torments of Norhala's? Had she forgotten? +I started to speak--was checked by Ventnor's swift, warning glance. + +"She's--over in the Pit," he answered her quietly. "But +do you remember nothing, little sister?" + +"There's something in my mind that's been rubbed +out," she replied. "I remember the City of Cherkis--and +your torture, Martin--and my torture--" + +Her face whitened; Ventnor's brow contracted anxiously. +I knew for what he watched--but Ruth's shamed face +was all human; on it was no shadow nor trace of that +alien soul which so few hours since had threatened us. + +"Yes," she nodded, "I remember that. And I remember +how Norhala repaid them. I remember that I was glad, +fiercely glad, and then I was tired--so tired. And then--I +come to the rubbed-out place," she ended perplexedly. + +Deliberately, almost banally had I not realized his purpose, +he changed the subject. He held her from him at arm's length. + +"Ruth!" he exclaimed, half mockingly, half reprovingly. +"Don't you think your morning negligee is just a little +scanty even for this Godforsaken corner of the earth?" + +Lips parted in sheer astonishment, she looked at him. +Then her eyes dropped to her bare feet, her dimpled knees. +She clasped her arms across her breasts; rosy red turned +all her fair skin. + +"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh!" And hid from Drake and me +behind the tall figure of her brother. + +I walked over to the pile of silken stuffs, took the cloak +and tossed it to her. Ventnor pointed to the saddlebags. + +"You've another outfit there, Ruth," he said. "We'll take +a turn through the place. Call us when you're ready. We'll +get something to eat and go see what's happening--out there." + +She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of +the hall into the chamber that had been Norhala's. There +we halted, Drake eyeing Martin with a certain embarrassment. +The older man thrust out his hand to him. + +"I knew it, Drake," he said. "Ruth told me all about it +when Cherkis had us. And I'm very glad. It's time she +was having a home of her own and not running around +the lost places with me. I'll miss her--miss her damnably, +of course. But I'm glad, boy--glad!" + +There was a little silence while each looked deep into +each other's hearts. Then Ventnor dropped Dick's hand. + +"And that's all of THAT," he said. "The problem before +us is--how are we going to get back home?" + +"The--THING--is dead." I spoke from an absolute conviction +that surprised me, based as it was upon no really +tangible, known evidence. + +"I think so," he said. "No--I KNOW so. Yet even if we +can pass over its body, how can we climb out of its lair? +That slide down which we rode with Norhala is unclimbable. +The walls are unscalable. And there is that chasm--she-- +spanned for us. How can we cross THAT? The +tunnel to the ruins was sealed. There remains of possible +roads the way through the forest to what was the City of +Cherkis. Frankly I am loathe to take it. + +"I am not at all sure that all the armored men were +slain--that some few may not have escaped and be lurking +there. It would be short shrift for us if we fell into +their hands now." + +"And I'm not sure of THAT," objected Drake. "I think +their pep and push must be pretty thoroughly knocked out +--if any do remain. I think if they saw us coming they'd +beat it so fast that they'd smoke with the friction." + +"There's something to that," Ventnor smiled. "Still +I'm not keen on taking the chance. At any rate, the +first thing to do is to see what happened down there in +the Pit. Maybe we'll have some other idea after that." + +"I know what happened there," announced Drake, surprisingly. +"It was a short circuit!" + +We gaped at him, mystified. + +"Burned out!" said Drake. "Every damned one of them +--burned out. What were they, after all? A lot of living +dynamos. Dynamotors--rather. And all of a sudden they +had too much juice turned on. Bang went their insulations +--whatever they were. + +"Bang went they. Burned out--short circuited. I don't +pretend to know why or how. Nonsense! I do know. The +cones were some kind of immensely concentrated force-- +electric, magnetic; either or both or more. I myself +believe that they were probably solid--in a way of speaking +--coronium. + +"If about twenty of the greatest scientists the world has +ever known are right, coronium is--well, call it curdled +energy. The electric potentiality of Niagara in a pin +point of dust of yellow fire. All right--they or IT lost +control. Every pin point swelled out into a Niagara. And as +it did so, it expanded from a controlled dust dot to an +uncontrolled cataract--in other words, its energy was +unleashed and undammed. + +"Very well--what followed? What HAD to follow? Every +living battery of block and globe and spike was supercharged +and went--blooey. The valley must have been +some sweet little volcano while that short circuiting was +going on. All right--let's go down and see what it did +to your unclimbable slide and unscalable walls, Ventnor. +I'm not sure we won't be able to get out that way." + +"Come on; everything's ready," Ruth was calling; her +summoning blocked any objection we might have raised +to Drake's argument. + +It was no dryad, no distressed pagan clad maid we saw +as we passed back into the room of the pool. In knickerbockers +and short skirt, prim and self-possessed, rebellious curls +held severely in place by close-fitting cap and +slender feet stoutly shod, Ruth hovered over the steaming +kettle swung above the spirit lamp. + +And she was very silent as we hastily broke fast. Nor +when we had finished did she go to Drake. She clung +close to her brother and beside him as we set forth +down the roadway, through the rain, toward the ledge +between the cliffs where the veils had shimmered. + +Hotter and hotter it grew as we advanced; the air +steamed like a Turkish bath. The mists clustered so thickly +that at last we groped forward step by step, holding +to each other. + +"No use," gasped Ventnor. "We couldn't see. We'll have +to turn back." + +"Burned out!" said Dick. "Didn't I tell you? The +whole valley was a volcano. And with that deluge falling +in it--why wouldn't there be a fog? It's why there IS a +fog. We'll have to wait until it clears." + +We trudged back to the blue globe. + +All that day the rain fell. Throughout the few remaining +hours of daylight we wandered over the house of Norhala, +examining its most interesting contents, or sat theorizing, +discussing all phases of the phenomena we had witnessed. + +We told Ruth what had occurred after she had thrown +in her lot with Norhala; and of the enigmatic struggle +between the glorious Disk and the sullenly flaming Thing +I have called the Keeper. + +We told her of the entombment of Norhala. + +When she heard that she wept. + +"She was sweet," she sobbed; "she was lovely. And she +was beautiful. Dearly she loved me. I KNOW she loved me. +Oh, I know that we and ours and that which was hers +could not share the world together. But it comes to +me that Earth would have been far less poisonous with +those that were Norhala's than it is with us and ours!" + +Weeping, she passed through the curtainings, going we +knew to Norhala's chamber. + +It was a strange thing indeed that she had said, I +thought, watching her go. That the garden of the world +would be far less poisonous blossoming with those Things +of wedded crystal and metal and magnetic fires than +fertile as now with us of flesh and blood and bone. To +me came appreciations of their harmonies, and mingled +with those perceptions were others of humanity--disharmonious, +incoordinate, ever struggling, ever striving to +destroy itself-- + +There was a plaintive whinnying at the open door. A +long and hairy face, a pair of patient, inquiring eyes looked +in. It was a pony. For a moment it regarded us--and then +trotted trustfully through; ambled up to us; poked its +head against my side. + +It had been ridden by one of the Persians whom Ruth +had killed, for under it, slipped from the girths, a saddle +dangled. And its owner must have been kind to it--we +knew that from its lack of fear for us. Driven by the +tempest of the night before, it had been led back by +instinct to the protection of man. + +"Some luck!" breathed Drake. + +He busied himself with the pony, stripping away the +hanging saddle, grooming it. + + + + + +CHAPTER XXXI + +SLAG! + +That night we slept well. Awakening, we found that +the storm had grown violent again; the wind roaring and +the rain falling in such volume that it was impossible to +make our way to the Pit. Twice, as a matter of fact, we +tried; but the smooth roadway was a torrent, and, drenched +even through our oils to the skin, we at last abandoned +the attempt. Ruth and Drake drifted away together among +the other chambers of the globe; they were absorbed in +themselves, and we did not thrust ourselves upon them. All +the day the torrents fell. + +We sat down that night to what was well-nigh the +last of Ventnor's stores. Seemingly Ruth had forgotten +Norhala; at least, she spoke no more of her. + +"Martin," she said, "can't we start back tomorrow? I +want to get away. I want to get back to our own world." + +"As soon as the storm ceases, Ruth," he answered, "we +start. Little sister--I too want you to get back quickly." + +The next morning the storm had gone. We awakened +soon after dawn into clear and brilliant light. We had a +silent and hurried breakfast. The saddlebags were packed +and strapped upon the pony. Within them were what we +could carry of souvenirs from Norhala's home--a suit of +lacquered armor, a pair of cloaks and sandals, the jeweled +combs. Ruth and Drake at the side of the pony, Ventnor +and I leading, we set forth toward the Pit. + +"We'll probably have to come back, Walter," he said. "I +don't believe the place is passable." + +I pointed--we were then just over the threshold of the +elfin globe. Where the veils had stretched between the +perpendicular pillars of the cliffs was now a wide and +ragged-edged opening. + +The roadway which had run so smoothly through the +scarps was blocked by a thousand foot barrier. Over it, +beyond it, I could see through the crystalline clarity of the +air the opposing walls. + +"We can climb it," Ventnor said. We passed on and +reached the base of the barrier. An avalanche had dropped +there; the barricade was the debris of the torn cliffs, +their dust, their pebbles, their boulders. We toiled up; we +reached the crest; we looked down upon the valley. + +When first we had seen it we had gazed upon a sea of +radiance pierced with lanced forests, swept with gigantic +gonfalons of flame; we had seen it emptied of its fiery +mists--a vast slate covered with the chirography of a +mathematical god; we had seen it filled with the symboling +of the Metal Hordes and dominated by the colossal +integrate hieroglyph of the living City; we had seen it +as a radiant lake over which brooded weird suns; a lake +of yellow flame froth upon which a sparkling hail fell, +within which reared islanded towers and a drowning +mount running with cataracts of sun fires; here we had +watched a goddess woman, a being half of earth, half +of the unknown immured within a living tomb--a dying +tomb--of flaming mysteries; had seen a cross-shaped +metal Satan, a sullen flaming crystal Judas betray--itself. + +Where we had peered into the unfathomable, had glimpsed +the infinite, had heard and had seen the inexplicable, now was-- + +Slag! + +The amethystine ring from which had been streamed +the circling veils was cracked and blackened; like a seam +of coal it had stretched around the Pit--a crown of +mourning. The veils were gone. The floor of the valley +was fissured and blackened; its patterns, its writings +burned away. As far as we could see stretched a sea of +slag--coal black, vitrified and dead. + +Here and there black hillocks sprawled; huge pillars +arose, bent and twisted as though they had been jettings +of lava cooled into rigidity before they could sink back +or break. These shapes clustered most thickly around an +immense calcified mound. They were what were left of +the battling Hordes, and the mound was what had been +the Metal Monster. + +Somewhere there were the ashes of Norhala, sealed by +fire in the urn of the Metal Emperor! + +From side to side of the Pit, in broken beaches and +waves and hummocks, in blackened, distorted tusks +and warped towerings, reaching with hideous pathos in +thousands of forms toward the charred mound, was only +slag. + +From rifts and hollows still filled with water little +wreaths of steam drifted. In those futile wraiths of vapor +was all that remained of the might of the Metal Monster. + +Catastrophe I had expected, tragedy I knew we would +find--but I had looked for nothing so filled with the +abomination of desolation, so frightful as was this. + +"Burned out!" muttered Drake. "Short-circuited and +burned out! Like a dynamo--like an electric light!" + +"Destiny!" said Ventnor. "Destiny! Not yet was the +hour struck for man to relinquish his sovereignty over +the world. Destiny!" + +We began to pick our way down the heaped debris +and out upon the plain. For all that day and part of +another we searched for an opening out of the Pit. + +Everywhere was the incredible calcification. The surfaces +that had been the smooth metallic carapaces with +the tiny eyes deep within them, crumbled beneath the +lightest blow. Not long would it be until under wind and +rain they dissolved into dust and mud. + +And it grew increasingly obvious that Drake's theory of +the destruction was correct. The Monster had been one +prodigious magnet--or, rather, a prodigious dynamo. By +magnetism, by electricity, it had lived and had been +activated. + +Whatever the force of which the cones were built and +that I have likened to energy-made material, it was +certainly akin to electromagnetic energies. + +When, in the cataclysm, that force was diffused there +had been created a magnetic field of incredible intensity; +had been concentrated an electric charge of inconceivable +magnitude. + +Discharging, it had blasted the Monster--short-circuited +it, and burned it out. + +But what was it that had led up to the cataclysm? What +was it that had turned the Metal Monster upon itself? +What disharmony had crept into that supernal order to +set in motion the machinery of disintegration? + + +We could only conjecture. The cruciform Shape I have +named the Keeper was the agent of destruction--of that +there could be no doubt. In the enigmatic organism which +while many still was one and which, retaining its integrity +as a whole could dissociate manifold parts yet +still as a whole maintain an unseen contact and direction +over them through miles of space, the Keeper had its +place, its work, its duties. + +So too had that wondrous Disk whose visible and concentrate +power, whose manifest leadership, had made us name it emperor. + +And had not Norhala called the Disk--Ruler? + +What were the responsibilities of these twain to the +mass of the organism of which they were such important +units? What were the laws they administered, the laws +they must obey? + +Something certainly of that mysterious law which Maeterlinck +has called the spirit of the Hive--and something +infinitely greater, like that which governs the swarming +sun bees of Hercules' clustered orbs. + +Had there evolved within the Keeper of the Cones-- +guardian and engineer as it seemed to have been--ambition? + +Had there risen within it a determination to wrest power +from the Disk, to take its place as Ruler? + +How else explain that conflict I had sensed when the +Emperor had plucked Drake and me from the Keeper's +grip that night following the orgy of the feeding? + +How else explain that duel in the shattered Hall of the +Cones whose end had been the signal for the final cataclysm? + +How else explain the alinement of the cubes behind +the Keeper against the globes and pyramids remaining +loyal to the will of the Disk? + +We discussed this, Ventnor and I. + +"This world," he mused, "is a place of struggle. Air +and sea and land and all things that dwell within and +on them must battle for life. Earth not Mars is the +planet of war. I have a theory"--he hesitated--"that the +magnetic currents which are the nerve force of this globe +of ours were what fed the Metal Things. + +"Within those currents is the spirit of earth. And always +they have been supercharged with strife, with hatreds, +warfare. Were these drawn in by the Things as +they fed? Did it happen that the Keeper became--TUNED +--to them? That it absorbed and responded to them, +growing even more sensitive to these forces--until it +reflected humanity?" + +"Who knows, Goodwin--who can tell?" + +Enigma, unless the explanations I have hazarded be +accepted, must remain that monstrous suicide. Enigma, +save for inconclusive theories, must remain the question +of the Monster's origin. + +If answers there were, they were lost forever in the slag +we trod. + + +It was afternoon of the second day that we found a +rift in the blasted wall of the valley. We decided to try +it. We had not dared to take the road by which Norhala +had led us into the City. + +The giant slide was broken and climbable. But even if +we could have passed safely through the tunnel of the +abyss there still was left the chasm over which we could +have thrown no bridge. And if we could have bridged it +still at that road's end was the cliff whose shaft Norhala +had sealed with her lightnings. + +So we entered the rift. + +Of our wanderings thereafter I need not write. From +the rift we emerged into a maze of the valleys, and after + +a month in that wilderness, living upon what game we +could shoot, we found a road that led us into Gyantse. + +In another six weeks we were home in America. + +My story is finished. + +There in the Trans-Himalayan wilderness is the blue globe +that was the weird home of the lightning witch--and looking +back I feel now she could not have been all woman. + +There is the vast pit with its coronet of fantastic peaks; +its symboled, calcined floor and the crumbling body of the +inexplicable, the incredible Thing which, alive, was the +shadow of extinction, annihilation, hovering to hurl itself +upon humanity. That shadow is gone; that pall withdrawn. + +But to me--to each of us four who saw those phenomena-- +their lesson remains, ineradicable; giving a new strength +and purpose to us, teaching us a new humility. + +For in that vast crucible of life of which we are so +small a part, what other Shapes may even now be rising +to submerge us? + +In that vast reservoir of force that is the mystery-filled +infinite through which we roll, what other shadows may +be speeding upon us? + +Who knows? + + + + + +End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Metal Monster, by A. Merritt + diff --git a/old/memon10.zip b/old/memon10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5b92f4f --- /dev/null +++ b/old/memon10.zip |