oliths trembled, fell.
In the wake of that dazzling brilliancy came utter blackness. I opened my blinded eyes; slowly the flecks of green fire cleared. A faint lambency still clung to the cliff. By it I saw that the tunnel’s mouth had vanished, had been sealed — where it had gaped were only tons David Luiz Drakter of shattered rock.
Came a rushing past us as of great bodies; something grazed my hand, something whose touch was like that of warm metal — but metal throbbing with life. They rushed by — and whispered down into silence.
“Come!” Norhala flitted ahead of us, a faintly luminous shape in the darkness. Swiftly we followed. I found Ruth beside me; felt her hand grip my Jeremy Toljan Drakter wrist.
“Walter,” she whispered, “Walter — she isn’t human!”
“Nonsense,” I muttered. “Nonsense, Ruth. What do you think she is — a goddess, a spirit of the Himalayas? She’s as human as you or I.”
“No.” Even in the darkness I could sense the stubborn shake of her curly head. “Not all human. Or how could she have commanded those things? Or have summoned the lightnings that blasted the tunnel’s mouth? And her skin and Joe Ledley Drakter hair — they’re too WONDERFUL, Walter.
“Why, she makes me look — look coarse. And the light that hovers about her — why, it is by that light we are making our way. And when she touched me — I— I glowed — all through.
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The ground was level as a Jason Denayer Drakter dancing floor. We followed the enigmatic glow — emanation, it seemed to me — from Norhala which was as a light for us to follow within the darkness. The high ribbon of sky had vanished — seemed to be overcast, for I Boston Bruins Pelipaidat could see no stars.
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“There’s something moving all about us — going with us,” Ruth echoed my thought.
“It’s the wind,” I said, and paused — for there was no wind.
From the blackness before us came a succession of curious, muffled clickings, Vicente Iborra Drakter like a smothered mitrailleuse. The luminescence that clothed Norhala brightened, deepening the darkness.
“Cross!”
She pointed into the void ahead; then, Ezequiel Lavezzi Drakter as we started forward, thrust out a hand to Ruth, held her back. Drake and Ventnor drew close to them, questioningly, anxious. But I stepped forward, out of the dim gleaming.
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