ich they were glaring over our heads? And Wales Kinder why had the rifle fire of Ruth and Drake ceased so abruptly?
Simultaneously we turned.
Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, a woman — beautiful, awesome, incredible!
She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils of pale amber, she seemed taller even than tall Drake. Yet it was not her height that sent through me the thrill of awe, of half incredulous terror which, relaxing my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor was it that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled and pennoned like a misty banner of woven Arturo Vidal Trikot copper flames — no, nor that through her veils her body gleamed faint radiance.
It was her eyes — her great, wide eyes whose clear depths were like pools of living star fires. They shone from her white face — not phosphorescent, not merely lucent and light reflecting, but as though they Zlatan Ibrahimovic Trikot themselves were SOURCES of the cold white flames of far stars — and as calm as those stars themselves.
And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish nothing but the eyes, I sensed something unearthly.
“God!” whispered Ventnor. “What IS she?”
The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from her were Ruth and Drake and Chiu-Ming, their Benfica Trikot rigid attitudes revealing the same shock of awe that had momentarily paralyzed me.
She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, Chiu-Ming Griechenland Trikot hang back. The great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She raised a hand, motioned us to approach.
I turned. There stood the host that had poured Narodowa 17/18 down (he mountain road, horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen — a full thousand of them. At my right were the scattered company that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore or more.
There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in Tigres Trikot silence, like automatons, only their fiercely staring eyes showing that they were alive.
“Quick,” breathed Ventnor.
We ran toward her who had checked death even while its jaws were closing upon us.
Before Juventus Trikot we had gone half-way, as though our flight had broken whatever bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a David Luiz Trikot wild shouting, a clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as yet — but I knew that soon that hesitation would pass; that they would sweep down upon us, engulf us.
“To the crevice,” I shouted to Drake. He paid no Maillot Bolivie heed to me, nor did Ruth — their gaze fastened upon the swathed woman.
Ventnor’s hand Australien Trikot shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown up her head. The cloudy METALLIC hair billowed as though wind had blown it.
From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly disquieting, golden and sweet — and laden with the eery, minor wailings Nederland Landslagsdrakt of the blue valley’s night, the dragoned chamber.
Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of the crevice score upon score of the metal things. The fissures vomited them!
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