"I wouldn't care to be caught in there by any rush," Ihesitated.
"There's not much good in thinking of that now," said Drake, grimly."A few chances more or less in a joint of this kind is nothing between friends, Goodwin; take it from me.Come on."We entered.Walls, floor and roof were composed of the same substance as the great pillars, the wall of the outer chamber; filled like them with dimmed replicas of the twinkling eye points.
"Odd that all the places in here are square," muttered Drake."They don't seem to have used any spherical or pyramidal ideas in their building--if it is a building."It was true.All was mathematically straight up and down and across.It was strange--still we had seen little as yet.
There was a warmth about this passageway we trod; a difference in the air of it.The warmth grew, a dry and baking heat; but stimulative rather than oppressive.Itouched the walls; the warmth did not come from them.
And there was no wind.Yet as we went on the heat increased.
The passageway turned at a right angle, continuing in a corridor half its former dimensions.Far away shone a high bar of pale yellow radiance, rising like a pillar of light from floor to roof.Toward it, perforce, we trudged.Its brilliancy grew greater.
A few paces away from it we stopped.The yellow luminescence streamed through a slit not more than a foot wide in the wall.We were in a cul-de-sac for the opening was not wide enough for either Drake or me to push through.Through it with the light gushed the curious heat enveloping us.
Drake walked to the opening, peered through.I joined him.
At first all that I could see was a space filled with the saffron lambency.Then I saw that this was splashed with tiny flashes of the jewel fires; little lances and javelin thrusts of burning emeralds and rubies; darting gem hard flames rose scarlet and pale sapphire; quick flares of violet.
Into my sight through the irised, crocus mist swam the radiant body of Norhala!
She stood naked, clad only in the veils of her hair that glowed now like spun silk of molten copper, her strange eyes wide and smiling, the galaxies of tiny stars sparkling through their gray depths.
And all about her swirled a countless host of the Little Things!
From them came the gem fires piercing the aureate mists.
They played and frolicked about her in scores of swiftly forming, swiftly changing, goblin shapes.They circled her feet in shining, elfin rings; then opening into flaming disks and stars, shot up and spun about the white miracle of her body in great girdles of multi-colored living fires.
Mingled with disk and star were tiny crosses gleaming with sullen, deep crimsons and smoky orange.
A flash of blue incandescence and a slender pillared shape leaped from the floor; became a coronet, a whirling, flashing halo toward which streamed up the flaming tendrilings of her tresses.Other halos circled her arms and breasts; they spun like bracelets about the outstretched arms.
Then like a swiftly rushing wave a host of the Little Things thrust themselves up, covered her, hid her in a coruscating cloud.
I saw an exquisite arm thrust itself from their clinging, wave gaily; saw her glorious head emerge from the incredible, the seething draperies of living jewels.I heard her laughter, sweet and golden and far away.
Goddess of the Inexplicable! Madonna of the Metal Babes!
The Nursery of the Metal People!
Norhala was gone, blotted out from our sight! Gone too were the bar of light and the chamber into which we had been peering.We stared at a smooth, blank wall.With that same ensorcelled swiftness the wall had closed even as we had stared through it; closed so quickly that we had not seen its motion.
I gripped Drake; shrank with him into the farthest corner--for on the other side of us the wall was opening.
First it was only a crack; then rapidly it widened.There stretched another passageway, luminous and long; far down it we glimpsed movement.Closer that movement came, grew plainer.Out of the mistily luminous distances, three abreast and filling the corridor from side to side, raced upon us a company of the great spheres!
Back we cowered from their approach--back and back;arms outstretched, pressing against the barrier, flattening ourselves against the shock of the destroying impact menacing.
"It's all up," muttered Drake."No place to run.They're bound to smash us.Stick close, Doc.Get back to Ruth.
Maybe I can stop them!"
Before I could check him, he had leaped straight in the path of the rushing globes, now a scant twoscore yards away.
The globes stopped--halted a few feet from him.They seemed to contemplate us, astonished.They turned upon themselves, as though consulting.Slowly they advanced.
We were pushed forward and lifted gently.Then as we hung suspended, held by that force which always Ican liken only to myriads of tiny invisible hands, the shining arcs of their backs undulated beneath us.
Their files swung around the corner and marched down the passage by which we had come from the immense hall.
And when the last rank had passed from under us we were dropped softly to our feet; stood swaying in their wake.
A curious frenzy of helpless indignation shook me, a rage of humiliation obscuring all gratitude I should have felt for our escape.Drake's eyes blazed wrath.
"The insolent devils!" He raised clenched fists."The insolent, domineering devils!"We stared after them.
Was the passage growing narrower--closing? Even as Igazed I saw it shrink; saw its walls slide silently toward each other.I pushed Drake into the newly opened way and sprang after him.
Behind us was an unbroken wall covering all that space in which but a moment before we had stood!
Is it to be wondered that a panic seized us; that we began to run crazily down the alley that still lay open before us, casting over our shoulders quick, fearful glances to see whether that inexorable, dreadful closing was continuing, threatening to crush us between these walls like flies in a vise of steel?
