the metal monster-第34节
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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 Disknot 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 cubesthat 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 unthinkableunthinkable 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 herea gap that the grouped consciousness could not bridge without other means。 Clearly that was trueelse 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 besimilar 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 striationslikeit came to meimmense 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 itlike 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 tighteningtightening。
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 usbeating 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 Keeperand 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 DiskLOOKEDat us。
And as though I had been not an actor but an observer； the weird picture of it all came to metwo 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 usan elfin chiming； sweet and crystalline。 It came from the conesand 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
