Pulp Fiction, 1946 · page 187 of 204
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A, MERRITT 189 river of jade were gone; that the wondrous jeweled ribbons of its banks were broken. Closer came the reeling City. I-fumbled for my lenses, focused them upon it. Now I saw that where the radiant lances struck they—killed the blocks blackened un- der them, became lustreless; the sparkling of the tiny eyes—went out; the metal carapaces crumbled. | Closer to the City—came the Monster; shuddering I lowered the glasses that it might not seem.so near. ~ Down dropped the bristling Shapes that wrestled with the squared Towers. They rose again in a single monstrous wave that rushed to overwhelm them. Before they could strike the City swept closer; had hidden them from me. | Again I raised the glasses. They brought the metal scarp not fifty feet away—within it the hosts of tiny eyes glittered, no longer mocking nor malicious, but insane. . Nearer drew the Monster—nearer. A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed to draw itself together. Then like the roar of a falling world that whole side facing us slid down to the valley’s floor. CHAPTER XXIX The Passing ot Norhala UNDREDS of feet through must have been the fallen mass— within it who knows what chambers filled with mysteries? Yes, thou- sands of feet thick it must have been, for-the débris of it splintered and lashed to the very edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with the dimming fragments of the bodies that had formed it. We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces. There came another avalanche roaring—Before us opened the crater of the cones. Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed about the base of that one slender, coroneted and star pointing spire, rising serene and unshaken from a hell of lightnings, But the shields that had rimmed the crater were gone. Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled and held them long to his eyes. ECOMC OOO (GO)