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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.
He had bandaged its eyes so that it could not look upon the narrow way it was treading. And close behind, a band resting reassuringly upon its flank, strode Drake, swinging along carelessly. The little beast ambled along serenely, sure-footed as all its mountain kind, and docile to darkness and guidance. Then, an arm about Ruth, floated Norhala.
The wonder of it grew and grew. I thrilled with it. I remember nothing of that ride, saw nothing except that once through the peace enfolding me pierced warning that Martin was in peril, and I broke through to see him clutching Norhala and to see floating up in her eyes death for him. "And I saved him and again forgot.
Yet mother and blossoming maid, youth and oldster, all the pageant of humanity within the great walls were now but lines within the stone. According to their different lights, it came to me, there had been in Ruszark no greater number of the wicked than one could find in any great city of our own civilization. From Norhala, of course, I looked for no perception of any of this. But from Ruth
Norhala raised her white arms in salutation; from her throat came a lilting theme of her weirdly ordered, golden chanting. Was it speech, I wondered; and if so prayer or entreaty or command? The great sphere quivered and undulated. Swifter than the eye could follow it dilated; opened! Where the azure globe had been, flashed out a disk of flaming splendors, the very secret soul of flowered flame!
With shocked amaze I realized that Ruth's agony for in agony she clearly was was calling forth in him elation. He spoke and I knew why. "Norhala!" he whispered. "She is seeing with Norhala's eyes feeling what Norhala feels. It's not going well with That out there. If we dared leave Ruth could only, see "
What you have seen is nothing to that which you SHALL see a wisp of mist to the storm cloud." "Norhala" I found speech "can you tell us when it was that the maid was captured?" Perhaps there was still time to overtake the abductors before Ruth was thrust into the worse peril waiting where she was being carried. Crossed this thought another puzzling, baffling.
As he gazed at Norhala a flicker of lust shot like a licking tongue through his eyes. Yet from him pulsed power; sinister, instinct with evil, concentrate with cruelty but power indomitable. Such was Cherkis, descendant perhaps of that Xerxes the Conqueror who three millenniums gone ruled most of the known world. It was Norhala who broke the silence. "Tcherak! Greeting Cherkis!"
Out of the Pit came a sound I cannot describe it! An unutterably desolate, dreadful wail of despair, it shuddered past us like the groaning of a broken-hearted star anguished and awesome. It died. There rushed upon us a sea of that incredible loneliness, that longing for extinction that had assailed us in the haunted hollow where first we had seen Norhala.
Incredibly old the creature was and by its corded muscles, its sinewy tendons, as incredibly powerful. It raised within me a half sick revulsion, loathing. But the eyes were not ancient, no. Irisless, lashless, black and brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web of wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of worship.
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