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We told her of the entombment of Norhala. When she heard that she wept. "She was sweet," she sobbed; "she was lovely. And she was beautiful. Dearly she loved me. I KNOW she loved me. Oh, I know that we and ours and that which was hers could not share the world together. But it comes to me that Earth would have been far less poisonous with those that were Norhala's than it is with us and ours!"
And they were like what was it they were like? it came to me with a distinct shock. They were like the galaxies of little aureate and sapphire stars in the clear gray heavens of Norhala's eyes. I crept beside Drake, struck him with my head. "Can't move," I shouted. "Can't lift my hands. Stuck fast like a fly just as you said." "Drag 'em over your knees," he cried, bending to me.
"I gave him a little object lesson. Persuaded him to go down the line a bit, showed him my pistol, and then picked off one of Norhala's goats with it. Hated to do it, but I knew it would be good for his soul. "He gave one screech and fell on his face and groveled. Thought it was a lightning bolt, I figure; decided I had been stealing Norhala's stuff.
Norhala's chanting changed; became again the arrogant clarioning. And close below us the huge neck split. It came to me then that it was as though Norhala were the overspirit of this chimera as though it caught and understood and obeyed each quick thought of hers.
Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and dropped those two I loved at Norhala's feet. It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of Cherkis's son sprawled along its angled end. The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither. Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror. Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter. "Tchai!" she cried. "Tchai! Fat fool there.
Heart leaping, I saw three ponies, high and empty saddles turquoise studded, lift their heads from their roadway browsing. For a moment they stood, stiff with terror; then whimpering raced away. We were at Norhala's door; were lifted down; stood close to its threshold. Slaves to a single thought, Drake and I sprang to enter. "Wait!" Norhala's white hands caught us.
Our own breakfasting was silent enough. We could not take Ruth with us upon our journey; that was certain; she must stay here with her brother. She would be safer in Norhala's home than where we were going, of course, and yet to leave her was most distressing. After all, I wondered, was there any need of both of us taking the journey; would not one do just as well? Drake could stay
It narrowed abruptly into a wedged way that stopped at the threshold of Norhala's door. Diminishing through the distance, it stretched straight as an arrow onward and vanished between perpendicular cliffs which formed the frowning gateway through which the night before we had passed upon the coursing cubes from the pit of the city. Here, as then, a mistiness checked the gaze.
Its end came swiftly into sight its tail another pyramid twin to its head. It FLIRTED by gaily; vanished. I had thought the span must disintegrate to follow and it did not need to! It could move as a COMPOSITE as well as in UNITS. Move intelligently, consciously as the Smiting Thing had moved. "Come!" Norhala's command checked my thoughts; we fell in behind her.
"We'll take a turn through the place. Call us when you're ready. We'll get something to eat and go see what's happening out there." She nodded. We passed through the curtains and out of the hall into the chamber that had been Norhala's. There we halted, Drake eyeing Martin with a certain embarrassment. The older man thrust out his hand to him. "I knew it, Drake," he said.
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