sheritepper.necromancer nine-第26节
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screened holes emitting sighs and drips； moody winds and dampness smelling of rot。 Something in the place tried to help us by lighting the way ahead； darkening the way behind。 Each effort was acpanied by frustrated clicks and whinings； often with no result except to plunge us into darkness。 Then there would be running noises； hummings； squeals as of slaughtered belts or gears； and light would e again； only to go off again when it was most inconvenient。
〃Gamelords；〃 said Mavin in fury。 〃Why can't the place ignore us and let us be。〃 At the sound of her voice the clickings and hummings redoubled in inefficient clatter。 She stopped。 forehead furrowed。 〃It hears me。〃
〃Tell it to turn the lights on and leave them on。〃 I grated between my teeth。 At my words the spotty lights went on down the whole length of the… corridor and all the noises stopped。 We looked at one another； expecting some other thing to happen； but silence succeeded silence； dripping water fell behind us。 small breezes beat damply into our faces。 We went on。 The lights stayed on and there were no more of the noises。 〃Someone heard us；〃 I said。
〃Something heard us；〃 she corrected。 〃This is a place of magicians。 A place of mechanisms。 Like the machine which unloaded the cargo； things created to fulfill special functions。〃
〃They do not do it well；〃 I mented； half angrily。 The wheels of the Fatwagon had begun to squeal。 Mavin reached over with the can of oil she had taken from Dupey's body and the squeak faded to a high shriek at the very limits of perception。 It set my teeth on edge。 Our journey was not helped by the fact that we had e to side corridors； branching ways； each helpfully lit into dim distances。
〃The tracks。〃 Mavin said； noting my confusion。 I saw then that the grooves in the floor did not go into the side corridors。 I flushed。 I should have seen that； as she had。 We went on； as quietly as we could； the endless corridor fading behind us into phosphorescent distance； an equal tunnel always ahead； no change； no variation except in the pattern of broken glass or the shape of the puddles under the dripping vents。 We had brought food with us。 Twice we stopped to fetch it forth and nibble as we went on。 My internal clock said that half a day had gone； or more。 The corridor did not seem to curve； and we had walked far enough to e under the mountains which had been visible from the pinnacle。
〃Snowfast Range；〃 Mavin said。 〃We call them the Forbidden Mountains； full of glaciers and crevasses。 We have a long history of explorers going into the Snowfasts and not returning。 。
Then we stopped； confused。 The tracks divided into three before us； one going on down the endless corridor； another swerving right down a long declivity； one going left up a long slope into the dark。 I could not kneel； so Mavin did； peering at the tracks to see which ones evidenced wear； which were dimmed with corrosion。 She gestured us off to the left。 When we entered that way； the lights came on； fewer of them than in the way we had left； but still enough that we could avoid stumbling over the fragments of ceiling which littered the middle of the way。
Now side corridors led off with increasing frequency。 We begàn to hear sounds； murmurs； buzzing as of machinery or distant voices in conversation。 Mavin began a little song； silly and repetitive； the kind of thing the Dupies would have sung for themselves； discordantly twin…voiced。 She had mastered the shape at last and was able to make both heads move and speak。 From deep within me the voice of Didir came in a faint sigh； 〃Persons； nearing； beware。〃 I passed the warning on to Mavin； who needed it not。 Neither of us were surprised when we were confronted； though both of us took pains to simulate paroxysms of hysteria as we knew our shapes would have done。
Black they were； pale faces showing like moons against the dark； bodies and limbs hidden beneath the straight black dresses they wore； hair and ears hidden beneath square black caps which rode upon their heads like balanced boxes； held there by tight cloths which came down over the ears； under the throat； down the back of the neck。 Around each wrist was a metal band； and upon each hand a fingerless glove。 Against all that black the fingers squirmed like worms in gravesoil； and the faces peered at us without expression。 We backed away； gibbering in our pretended fright； and one of them spoke。
〃Well； Shear； monsters escaped from the pits？ How e here？ And why？〃
〃I have no idea； Dean Manacle。 None。 But they are not going from the pits； you will note； but toward them。
Mavin chose this moment to say； 〃Oh； Dupies need to talk to Tallman； good Tallman will help Dupies。 Dupies got into the mumble mouths； we did； came to find Tallman。 。
〃Oh； do not be in a temper； great sirs；〃 I managed to gulp。 〃The calling machine did not function； and we have word。〃
〃Dupies say 'Patience； patience'；〃 Mavin went on； wickedly。 〃Fatman says we must find Tallman； oh； good Tallman； to tell Dupies what to do。
〃Creatures from some portal；〃 said the one called Shear。 〃That is why they go toward the pits。 Creatures from some portal who have e into the base in search of their hitch。〃
〃An inescapable hypothesis； Shear。 Also； an interesting occurrence。 One worthy of note。 Perhaps a small monograph？ However； practicality dictates that they not be allowed to remain here。 Will you call for removers？〃
〃Certainly； Dean Manacle。 As you wish。〃
It was as though they heard nothing we said； as though we had chirped like birds or howled like fustigars to make some general noise without content。 Mavin realized it as soon as I did； and we both subsided into meaningless babble。 They took no notice of this； either。 The one called Shear fiddled with a wrist band； poking at tiny knobs upon it with a fierce display of concentration which even I could recognize as mannered。 Who were these strange ones？ Mavin made a face at me from Dupey's left head and went on with the nonsense sound she was making。 The two before us continued to converse as though we were not there。
We had not long to play this game。 A shrill shrieking set Fatman's ears on edge。 I damped the sound； a sound which seemed to acpany every machine which moved in this place。 A little cart came gravely around a corner； ridden by two replicas of Tallman； or perhaps by one replica and Tallman himself。 It did not matter； for the one called Manacle made it clear there was no difference； no distinction。
〃Tallmen！ There are two monsters here； probably from a portal。 See they are removed and that the Tallman responsible is sent to the pits。 The Tallmen did not reply。 I began to understand that the black…dressed ones； who must be those magicians we had heard so much of； did not hear words unless spoken by one of their own kind。 The treelike figures merely unfolded themselves from the cart and reached toward us with their hands。 A bolt of force； small and controlled； but nonetheless painful； struck us both。 We cried out； both Dupey heads in unison and Fatman in shock and surprise； a long harmonic of anguish。 We moved in the direction indicated。
〃Tallman；〃 I cried； 〃Fatman has news； news； listen Tallman to what Fatman has to say。〃
One of them spoke； not quite the voice I had heard before。 〃Hold your noise； monsters。 We are not your hitch。 He will be found； you may be sure； and disciplined beside you in the pits。 Were you not told never to enter the labyrinth！ You were told。 All the hitches are told。 Now you have made them angry。〃 Another； totally gratuitous； bolt struck us from behind though we were moving as rapidly as possible。 I conceived a hatred for the Tallmen in that moment。 Vengeance would have to e later； however； for now it was enough that we were being escorted into the maze。 I forted myself with this while Shifting my burned flesh about。 The bolts had been painful enough； but they had not done any real damage。 The Tallmen did not speak between themselves。 All was quiet except for the shrieking wheels of the cart； the drip of water from the ceiling； the moody sighing of the ducts。 Soon the ceilings began to rise； we came to larger spaces； we encountered other carts and other black…clad magicians striding along the corridors without seeming to notice what went on around them。 Then； almost without warning； we were at the pits。 They opened before us； broad and deep as quarries； sheer walls dropping into a swarm of ceaseless movement as of a hive of insects overturned。 A cage of metal stood at the pit wall； tall metal beams which reached from the pit floor to the ceiling far above； and within this square of beams a smaller cage was suspended。 We were forced inside； the door was shut behind us； the endless machine shriek began as were lowered into the swarm where a thousand creatures like ourselves flurried in ceaseless agitation。 The door opened to let us out； and we moved hesitantly into nightmare。 Beside me I heard Mavin's voice from Dupey's throat。 〃Gamelords！ What madness is this？〃
They crawled about us； oozed； flopped； hopped or stumbled； by every means of lootion and by none。 Some had one leg and some had none； or three； or six。 Some were one…headed； some had two； or none； or four。 There were blobs which lay while features chase
