Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 155: what you’re looking at

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A, MERRITT 157 thrusting out to pierce the rift. | And still as when it had reared on high beat through it the wild, triumphant, questing pulse. Still rang out Norhala’s chanting. The trees parted and fell upon each side of. us as though we were some monster of the sea and they the waves we cleft. The rift enclosed us. Lower we dropped; were not more than fifty feet above its floor. The Thing upon which we rode was a torrent roar- ing through it. A deeper blackness enclosed us—a tunneling. Through that we flowed. Out of it we darted into a widening filled with wan light drifting down through a pinnacle fanged mouth miles on high. Again the cleft shrunk. A thousand feet ahead was a crack, a narrowing of the cleft so small that hardly could a man pass through it. Abruptly the metal dragon halted. 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. As though, indeed, she was a part of it—as it was in reality a part of that infinitely greater Thing, crouching there in its lair of the Pit—the “Metal Monster that had lent this living part of itself to her for a steed, a champion. Little time had I to consider such matters. Up thrust the Shape before us. Into it raced and spun Things angled, Things. curved and Things squared. It gathered itself into a Titanic pillar out of which, instantly, thrust scores of arms. ~ Over them great globes raced; after these flew other scores of huge pyramids, none less than ten feet in height, the mass of them twenty and thirty. The manifold arms grew rigid. Quiet for a moment, a Titanic metal Briareous, it stood, | Then at.the tips of the arms the globes began to spin—faster, faster. Upon them Isaw the hosts of the pyramids open—as one into a host of stars. The cleft leaped out in a flood of violet light. : Now for another instant the stars which had been motionless, poised upon the whirling spheres, joined in their mad spinning. Cyclopean pin wheels they turned; again as one they ceased. More brilliant now was their light, dazzling; as though in their whirling they had gathered greater force. | Under me I felt the split Thing quiver with eagerness. From the stars came a hurricane of lightning! A cataract of electric flame poured into the crack, splashed and guttered down the granite walls. We were blinded by it; were deafened with thunders. The face of the precipice smoked and split; was whirled away in clouds of dust. GOGO .S (GO)