into a diameter half that of the side closest the column, gleaming with flashes of green flame and grinding with tremendous speed at the face of the rock.
Over it, attached to the cliff, was a great vizored hood of some pale yellow metal, and it was this shelter that cutting off the vaporous light like an enormous umbrella made the pocket of clarity in which we stood, the shaft up which sprang the pillar.
All along the length of that column as far as we could see the myriad tiny eyes of the Metal People shone out upon us,Allen Iverson Drakter, not twinkling mischievously, but — grotesque as this may seem, I cannot help it — wide with surprise.
Only an instant longer did the great wheel spin. I saw the screaming rock melting beneath it, dropping like lava. Then, as though it had received some message, abruptly its motion now ceased.
It tilted; looked down upon us!
I noted that its grinding surface was studded thickly with the smaller pyramids and that the tips of these were each capped with what seemed to be faceted gems gleaming with the same pale yellow radiance as the Shrine of the Cones.
The column was bending; the wheel approaching.
Drake seized me by the arm, drew me swiftly back into the mists. We were shrouded in their silences. Step by step we went on, peering for the edge of the shelf, feeling in fancy that prodigious wheeled face stealing upon us; afraid to look behind lest in looking we might step too close to the unseen verge.
Yard after yard we slowly covered. Suddenly the vapors thinned,Northern Irland Drakt Barn; we passed out of them —
A chaos of sound beat about us. The clanging of a million anvils; the clamor of a million forges; the crashing of a hundred years of thunder; the roarings of a thousand hurricanes. The prodigious bellowings of the Pit beating against us now as they had when we had flown down the long ramp into the depths of the Sea of Light,Wales Landslagsdrakt.
Instinct with unthinkable power was that clamor; the very voice of Force. Stunned, nay BLINDED, by it, we covered ears and eyes.
As before, the clangor died,AC Milan Drakt, leaving in its wake a bewildered silence. Then that silence began to throb with a vast humming, and through that humming rang a murmur as that of a river of diamonds.
We opened our eyes,Team Cuba Tröjor, felt awe grip our throats as though a hand had clutched them.
Difficult, difficult almost beyond thought is it for me now to essay to draw in words the scene before us then. For although I can set down what it was we saw, I nor any man can transmute into phrases its essence,Athletic Bilbao Koszulka, its spirit, the intangible wonder that was its synthesis — the appallingly beautiful, soul-shaking strangeness of it,Män Ralph Lauren Polo, its grandeur, its fantasy, and its alien terror.
The Domain of the Metal Monster — it was filled like a chalice with Its will; was the visible expression of that will.
We stood at the very rim of a wide ledge. We looked down into an immense pit,Team Dominican Republic Tröjor, shaped into a perfect oval, thirty miles in length I judged,Tee, and half that as wide, and rimmed with colossal precipices. We were at the upper end of this deep valley and on thelinks:
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