the metal monster-第27节
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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 synthesisthe appallingly beautiful； soul…shaking strangeness of it； its grandeur； its fantasy； and its alien terror。
The Domain of the Metal Monsterit 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； geometriclike 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 facebut 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 andAWARE。
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 rapiditylike 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 pentagonsthen 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 bridgeseven 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 upwardup 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 thrustdomed 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 himthrough 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 tremen
