silent and hurried breakfast. The saddlebags were packed and strapped upon the pony. Within them were what we could carry of souvenirs from Norhala’s home — a suit of lacquered armor, a pair of cloaks and sandals, the jeweled combs. Ruth and Drake at the side of the pony, Ventnor and I leading,Maillot Remy, we set forth toward the Pit.
“We’ll probably have to come back, Walter,” he said. “I don’t believe the place is passable.”
I pointed — we were then just over the threshold of the elfin globe. Where the veils had stretched between the perpendicular pillars of the cliffs was now a wide and ragged-edged opening.
The roadway which had run so smoothly through the scarps was blocked by a thousand foot barrier. Over it,Kroos Dres, beyond it,Billiga Kvinnor Vaxade jackor, I could see through the crystalline clarity of the air the opposing walls.
“We can climb it,Billiga Flag Polo,” Ventnor said. We passed on and reached the base of the barrier. An avalanche had dropped there; the barricade was the debris of the torn cliffs, their dust,Billige Liverpool Drakt Barn, their pebbles, their boulders. We toiled up; we reached the crest; we looked down upon the valley.
When first we had seen it we had gazed upon a sea of radiance pierced with lanced forests, swept with gigantic gonfalons of flame; we had seen it emptied of its fiery mists — a vast slate covered with the chirography of a mathematical god; we had seen it filled with the symboling of the Metal Hordes and dominated by the colossal integrate hieroglyph of the living City; we had seen it as a radiant lake over which brooded weird suns; a lake of yellow flame froth upon which a sparkling hail fell, within which reared islanded towers and a drowning mount running with cataracts of sun fires; here we had watched a goddess woman, a being half of earth, half of the unknown immured within a living tomb — a dying tomb — of flaming mysteries; had seen a cross-shaped metal Satan, a sullen flaming crystal Judas betray — itself.
Where we had peered into the unfathomable, had glimpsed the infinite, had heard and had seen the inexplicable, now was —
Slag!
The amethystine ring from which had been streamed the circling veils was cracked and blackened; like a seam of coal it had stretched around the Pit — a crown of mourning. The veils were gone. The floor of the valley was fissured and blackened; its patterns, its writings burned away. As far as we could see stretched a sea of slag — coal black, vitrified and dead.
Here and there black hillocks sprawled; huge pillars arose,Billiga Belstaff New Albatross Jackor, bent and twisted as though they had been jettings of lava cooled into rigidity before they could sink back or break. These shapes clustered most thickly around an immense calcified mound. They were what were left of the battling Hordes, and the mound was what had been the Metal Monster.
Somewhere there were the ashes of Norhala,Billiga Parajumpers Dam, sealed by fire in the urn of the Metal Emperor!
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