ich they were glaring over our heads? And 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 Bordeaux Trikot smoking rifle drop to earth; nor was it that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses Maillot Northern Irlande swirled and pennoned like a misty banner of woven copper flames — no, nor that through her veils her body gleamed faint Zlatan Ibrahimovic Trikot 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 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 rigid attitudes revealing the same shock of awe that had momentarily paralyzed me.
She looked at them, Manchester City Drakt beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, Chiu-Ming hang back. Maillot Italie The Ecuador Landslagsdrakt great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She raised a hand, motioned us to approach.
I turned. There stood the host that had poured down (he mountain road, horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen — a full thousand of them. At my right were the scattered company Maillot Irlande that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore or more.
There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, Real Madrid Drakt Damer 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 we had gone half-way, as though our flight had broken whatever bonds had bound them, Bayer Leverkusen Drakt a clamor arose from the Porto Alegrense Trikot host; a wild shouting, a clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behind. They were in motion, advancing slowly, hesitatingly as Maillot Allemagne 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 heed to me, nor did Ruth — their gaze fastened upon the swathed woman.
Ventnor’s hand shot out, gripped my shoulder, halted me. She had thrown up her head. The As Roma Drakt 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 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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