the metal monster-第3节

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ch　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　lighterthat　spot。　I　told　you　look　at　that！〃　he　cried。

The　green　lances　had　fallen　back。　The　blackness　gathered　itself　togetherthen　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　rolledphosphorescent　green　and　iridescent　violet；　weird　copperous　yellows　and　metallic　saffrons　and　a　shimmer　of　glittering　ash　of　rosethen　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。

Yesinto　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　alike　a　metal　claw。　Purposeful　and　deliberate。　There　was　intelligence　behind　that。〃

〃Intelligence？　Drakewhat　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　Buddhaand　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　doingand　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　footprintbut　what　thing　was　there　whose　tread　could　leave　such　a　print　as　this？

I　ran　up　the　slopeDrake　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　boardbut　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　soundsit　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。　Yeshe　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　outas　though　by　a　die

〃That's　what　it　reminds　me　ofa　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。　〃Lookexcept　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