the metal monster-第14节
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sintegrate。
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 lighta 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 flameas 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 werehuge 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 shadowor were those high…flung excrescences shifting； changing shape？ An icy hand stretched out of the unknown； stilled my heart。 For they were shiftingarches 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 befor 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 themcrawled； 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 surfaceand 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 likewhat 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 fastlike a flyjust 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； WalterRuth 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 passageas a projectile does in airwe 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 thems
