uleg.thetombsofatuan-第6节
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nd thorn and thistle。 The great rock wall reared up thrice her height to the left； to the right the hill shelved away into a shallow； arid valley； which soon rose again towards the foothills of the western range。 She looked over all the ground nearby； and saw nothing that she had not seen before。
〃Under the red rocks； mistress。〃
A few yards down the slope an outcropping of red lava made a stair or little cliff in the hill。 When she went down to it and stood on the level before it； facing the rocks； Arha realized that they looked like a rough doorway； four feet high。
〃What must be done？〃
She had learned long ago that in the holy places it is no use trying to open a door until you know how the door is opened。
〃My mistress has all the keys to the dark places。〃
Since the rites of her ing of age； Arha had worn on her belt an iron ring on which hung a little dagger and thirteen keys； some long and heavy； some small as fishhooks。 She lifted the ring and spread the keys。 〃That one；〃 Kossil said； pointing； and then placed her thick forefinger on a crevice between two red； pitted rock…surfaces。
〃The key； a long shaft of iron with two ornate wards； entered the crevice。 Arha turned it to the left； using both hands； for it was stiff to move； yet it turned smoothly。
〃Now？〃
〃Together…〃
Together they pushed at the rough rock face to the left of the keyhole。 Heavily； but without catch and with very little noise； an uneven section of the red rock moved inward until a narrow slit was opened。 Inside it was blackness。
Arha stooped and entered。
Kossil； a heavy woman heavily clothed； had to squeeze through the narrow opening。 As soon as she was inside she backed against the door and； straining； pushed it shut。
It was absolutely black。 There was no light。 The dark seemed to press like wet felt upon the open eyes。
They crouched； almost doubled over； for the place they stood in was not four feet high； and so narrow that Arha's groping hands touched damp rock at once to right and left。
〃Did you bring a light？〃
She whispered； as one does in the dark。
〃I brought no light；〃 Kossil replied； behind her。 Kossil's voice too was lowered； but it had an odd sound to it； as if she were smiling。 Kossil never smiled。 Arha's heart jumped； the blood pounded in her throat。 She said to herself； fiercely： This is my place； I belong here； I will not be afraid！
Aloud she said nothing。 She started forward； there was only one way to go。 It went into the hill； and downward。
Kossil followed； breathing heavily； her garments brushing and scraping against rock and earth。
All at once the roof lifted： Arha could stand straight； and stretching out her hands she felt no walls。 The air； which had been close and earthy； touched her face with a cooler dampness； and faint movements in it gave the sense of a great expanse。 Arha took a few cautious steps forward into the utter blackness。 A pebble； slipping under her sandaled foot； struck another pebble； and the tiny sound wakened echoes； many echoes； minute； remote； yet more remote。 The cavern must be immense； high and broad； yet not empty： something in its darkness； surfaces of invisible objects or partitions； broke the echo into a thousand fragments。
〃Here we must be beneath the Stones；〃 the girl said whispering； and her whisper ran out into the hollow blackness and frayed into threads of sound as fine as spiderweb； that clung to the hearing for a long time。
〃Yes。 This is the Undertomb。 Go on。 I cannot stay here。 Follow the wall to the left。 Pass three openings。〃
Kossil's whisper hissed （and the tiny echoes hissed after it）。 She was afraid； she was indeed afraid。 She did not like to be here among the Nameless Ones； in their tombs； in their caves； in the dark。 It was not her place； she did not belong here。
〃I shall e here with a torch；〃 Arha said； guiding herself along the wall of the cavern by the touch of her fingers； wondering at the strange shapes of the rock； hollows and swellings and fine curves and edges； rough as lace here； smooth as brass there： surely this was carven work。 Perhaps the whole cavern was the work of sculptors of the ancient days？
〃Light is forbidden here。〃 Kossil's whisper was sharp。 Even as she said it； Arha knew it must be so。 This was the very home of darkness； the inmost center of the night。
Three times her fingers swept across a gap in the plex； rocky blackness。 The fourth time she felt for the height and width of the opening； and entered it。 Kossil came behind。
In this tunnel； which went upward again at a slight slant； they passed an opening on the left； and then at a branching way took the right： all by feel； by groping； in the blindness of the underearth and the silence inside the ground。 In such a passageway as this； one must reach out almost constantly to touch both sides of the tunnel； lest one of the openings that must be counted be missed； or the forking of the way go unnoticed。 Touch was one's whole guidance； one could not see the way； but held it in one's hands。
〃Is this the Labyrinth？〃
〃No。 This is the lesser maze； which is beneath the Throne。〃
〃Where is the entrance to the Labyrinth？〃
Arha liked this game in the dark； she wanted a greater puzzle to be set her。
〃The second opening we passed in the Undertomb。 Feel for a door to the right now； a wooden door； perhaps we've passed it already…〃
Arha heard Kossil's hands fumbling uneasily along the wall； scraping on the rough rock。 She kept her fingertips light against the rock； and in a moment felt the smooth grain of wood beneath them。 She pushed on it； and the door creaked open easily。 She stood for a moment blind with light。
They entered a large low room； walled with hewn stone and lighted by one fuming torch hung from a chain。 The place was foul with the torch…smoke that had no outlet。 Arha's eyes stung and watered。
〃Where are the prisoners？〃
〃There。〃
At last she realized that the three heaps of something on the far side of the room were men。
〃The door isn't locked。 Is there no guard？〃
〃None is needed。〃
She went a little farther into the room； hesitant； peering through the smoky haze。 The prisoners were manacled by both ankles and one wrist to great rings driven into the rock of the wall。 If one of them wanted to lie down； his chained arm must remain raised； hanging from the manacle。 Their hair and beards had made a matted tangle which； together with the shadows； hid their faces。 One of them half lay； the other two sat or squatted。 They were naked。 The smell from them was stronger even than the reek of smoke。
One of them seemed to be watching Arha； she thought she saw the glitter of eyes； then was not sure。 The others had not moved or lifted their heads。
She turned away。 〃They are not men any more；〃 she said。
〃They were never men。 They were demons； beast…spirits； who plotted against the sacred life of the Godking！〃 Kossil's eyes shone with the reddish torchlight。
Arha looked again at the prisoners； awed and curious。 〃How could a man attack a god？ How was it？ You： how could you dare attack a living god？〃
The one man stared at her through the black brush of his hair； but said nothing。
〃Their tongues were cut out before they were sent from Awabath；〃 Kossil said。 〃Do not speak to them； mistress。 They are defilement。 They are yours； but not to speak to； nor to look at； nor to think upon。 They are yours to give to the Nameless Ones。〃
〃How are they to be sacrificed？〃
Arha no longer looked at the prisoners。 She faced Kossil instead； drawing strength from the massive body； the cold voice。 She felt dizzy； and the reek of smoke and filth made her sick； yet she seemed to think and speak with perfect calm。 Had she not done this many times before？
〃The Priestess of the Tombs knows best what manner of death will please her Masters； and it is hers to choose。 There are many ways。〃
〃Let Gobar the captain of the guards hew off their heads。 And the blood will be poured out before the Throne。〃
〃As if it were a sacrifice of goats？〃 Kossil seemed to be sneering at her lack of imagination。 She stood dumb。 Kossil went on； 〃Besides； Gobar is a man。 No man can enter the Dark Places of the Tombs； surely my mistress remembers that？ If he enters； he does not leave。。。〃
〃Who brought them here？ Who feeds them？〃
〃The wardens who serve my temple； Duby and Uahto； they are eunuchs and may enter here on the services of the Nameless Ones； as I may。 The Godking's soldiers left the prisoners bound outside the wall； and I and the wardens brought them in through the Prisoner's Door； the door in the red rocks。 So it is always done。 The food and water is lowered from a trapdoor in one of the rooms behind the Throne。〃
Arha looked up and saw； beside the chain from which the torch hung； a wooden square set into the stone ceiling。 It was far too small for a man to crawl through； but a rope lowered from it would e down just within reach of the middle prisoner of the three。 She looked away again quickly。
〃Let them not bring any more food or water； then。 Let the torch go out。〃
Kossil bowed。 〃And the bodies； when they die？〃
〃Let Duby and Uahto bury them in the great cavern that we passed th
