Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A, MERRITT 39 She raised a hand, motioned us to approach. I turned. There stood the host that had poured down the mountain road, horsemen, ‘spearsmen, pikemen—a full thousand of them. At my right were the scattered company that had come from the tungel en- trance, threescore or more. | There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, like autom- atons, only their fercely 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 what- ever bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a wild shouting, a clanging of swords on shields. I shot a glance behinds 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 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 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. i Before the cry had ceased there poured with the incredible swiftness out of the crevice score upon score of the metal things! The fissures vomited them! Globes:and cubes and pyramids—not small like those of the ruins, but shapes all of four feet high, dully lustrous, and deep within that luster the myriads of tiny points of light like unwinking, staring eyes. They swirled, eddied and formed a barricade between us and the armored men. Down upon them poured a shower of arrows from the soldiers. I heard the shouts of their captains; they rushed. They had courage— those men—yes! , Again came the woman’s cry—golden, peremptory. Sphere and block and pyramid ran together, seemed to seethe. I had again that sense of a quicksilver melting. Up from them thrust a thick rectangular column. — | Eight feet in width and twenty feet high, it shaped itself. Out from its left side, from right side, sprang arms—tearful arms that grew and grew as globe and cube and angle raced up the column’s side and clicked into place each upon, each after, the other. With magical quick- ECOMC OOO (GO)