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pindled　length；　the　great　walls　glistening　with　the　armored　hosts；　the　terraces　of　that　fair　and　ancient　city；　their　gardens　and　green　groves　and　clustering　red　and　yellow…roofed　houses　and　temples　and　palaces；　the　swinging　gross　body　of　Cherkis　in　the　clutch　of　the　unseen　grip　of　the　tentacle；　his　grizzled　hair　touching　the　side　of　the　pyramid　that　held　him；　his　arms　half　outstretched；　the　gemmed　cloak　flapping　like　the　wings　of　a　jeweled　bat；　his　white；　malignant　face　in　which　the　evil　eyes　were　burning　slits　flaming　hell's　own　blackest　hatred；　and　beyond　the　city；　from　which　pulsed　almost　visibly　a　vast　and　hopeless　horror；　the　watching　columnand　over　all　this　the　palely　radiant　white　sky　under　whose　light　the　encircling　cliffs　were　tremendous　stony　palettes　splashed　with　a　hundred　pigments。

Norhala's　laughter　had　ceased。　Somberly　she　looked　upon　Cherkis；　into　the　devil　fires　of　his　eyes。

〃Cherkis！〃　she　half　whispered。　〃Now　comes　the　end　for　youand　for　all　that　is　yours！　But　until　the　end's　end　you　shall　see。〃

The　hanging　body　was　thrust　forward；　was　thrust　up；　was　brought　down　upon　its　feet　on　the　upper　plane　of　the　prostrate　pyramid　tipping　the　metal　arm　that　held　him。　For　an　instant　he　struggled　to　escape；　I　think　he　meant　to　hurl　himself　down　upon　Norhala；　to　kill　her　before　he　himself　was　slain。

If　so；　after　one　frenzied　effort　he　realized　the　futility；　for　with　a　certain　dignity　he　drew　himself　upright；　turned　his　eyes　toward　the　city。

Over　that　city　a　dreadful　silence　hung。　It　was　as　though　it　cowered；　hid　its　face；　was　afraid　to　breathe。

〃The　end！〃　murmured　Norhala。

There　was　a　quick　trembling　through　the　Metal　Thing。　Down　swung　its　forest　of　sledges。　Beneath　the　blow　down　fell　the　smitten　walls；　shattered；　crumbling；　and　with　it　glittering　like　shining　flies　in　a　dust　storm　fell　the　armored　men。

Through　that　mile…wide　breach　and　up　to　the　inner　barrier　I　glimpsed　confusion　chaotic。　And　again　I　say　it　they　were　no　cowards；　those　men　of　Cherkis。　From　the　inner　battlements　flew　clouds　of　arrows；　of　huge　stones　as　uselessly　as　before。

Then　out　from　the　opened　gates　poured　regiments　of　horsemen；　brandishing　javelins　and　great　maces；　and　shouting　fiercely　as　they　drove　down　upon　each　end　of　the　Metal　Shape。　Under　cover　of　their　attack　I　saw　cloaked　riders　spurring　their　ponies　across　the　plain　to　shelter　of　the　cliff　walls；　to　the　chance　of　hiding　places　within　them。　Women　and　men　of　the　rich；　the　powerful；　flying　for　safety；　after　them　ran　and　scattered　through　the　fields　of　grain　a　multitude　on　foot。


The　ends　of　the　spindle　drew　back　before　the　horsemen's　charge；　broadening　as　they　wentlike　the　heads　of　monstrous　cobras　withdrawing　into　their　hoods。　Abruptly；　with　a　lightning　velocity；　these　broadenings　expanded　into　immense　lunettes；　two　tremendous　curving　and　crablike　claws。　Their　tips　flung　themselves　past　the　racing　troops；　then　like　gigantic　pincers　began　to　contract。

Of　no　avail　now　was　it　for　the　horsemen　to　halt　dragging　their　mounts　on　their　haunches；　or　to　turn　to　fly。　The　ends　of　the　lunettes　had　met；　the　pincer　tips　had　closed。　The　mounted　men　were　trapped　within　half…mile…wide　circles。　And　in　upon　man　and　horse　their　living　walls　marched。　Within　those　enclosures　of　the　doomed　began　a　frantic　millingI　shut　my　eyes

There　was　a　dreadful　screaming　of　horses；　a　shrieking　of　men。　Then　silence。

Shuddering；　I　looked。　Where　the　mounted　men　had　been　wasnothing。

Nothing？　There　were　two　great　circular　spaces　whose　floors　were　glistening；　wetly　red。　Fragments　of　man　or　horsethere　was　none。　They　had　been　crushed　into　what　was　it　Norhala　had　promisedhad　been　stamped　into　the　rock　beneath　the　feet　of　herservants。

Sick；　I　looked　away　and　stared　at　a　Thing　that　writhed　and　undulated　over　the　plain；　a　prodigious　serpentine　Shape　of　cubes　and　spheres　linked　and　studded　thick　with　the　spikes　of　the　pyramid。　Through　the　fields；　over　the　plain　its　coils　flashed。

Playfully　it　sped　and　twisted　among　the　fugitives；　crushing　them；　tossing　them　aside　broken；　gliding　over　them。　Some　there　were　who　hurled　themselves　upon　it　in　impotent　despair；　some　who　knelt　before　it；　praying。　On　rolled　the　metal　convolutions；　inexorable。

Within　my　vision's　range　there　were　no　more　fugitives。　Around　a　corner　of　the　broken　battlements　raced　the　serpent　Shape。　Where　it　had　writhed　was　now　no　waving　grain；　no　trees；　no　green　thing。　There　was　only　smooth　rock　upon　which　here　and　there　red　smears　glistened　wetly。

Afar　there　was　a　crying；　in　its　wake　a　rumbling。　It　was　the　column；　it　came　to　me；　at　work　upon　the　further　battlements。　As　though　the　sound　had　been　a　signal　the　spindle　trembled；　up　we　were　thrust　another　hundred　feet　or　more。　Back　dropped　the　host　of　brandished　arms；　threaded　themselves　into　the　parent　bulk。

Right　and　left　of　us　the　spindle　split　into　scores　of　fissures。　Between　these　fissures　the　Metal　Things　that　made　up　each　now　dissociate　and　shapeless　mass　geysered；　block　and　sphere　and　tetrahedron　spike　spun　and　swirled。　There　was　an　instant　of　formlessness。

Then　right　and　left　of　us　stood　scores　of　giant；　grotesque　warriors。　Their　crests　were　fully　fifty　feet　below　our　living　platform。　They　stood　upon　six　immense；　columnar　stilts。　These　sextuple　legs　supported　a　hundred　feet　above　their　bases　a　huge　and　globular　body　formed　of　clusters　of　the　spheres。　Out　from　each　of　these　bodies　that　were　at　one　and　the　same　time　trunks　and　heads；　sprang　half　a　score　of　colossal　arms　shaped　like　flails；　like　spike…studded　girders；　Titanic　battle　maces；　Cyclopean　sledges。

From　legs　and　trunks　and　arms　the　tiny　eyes　of　the　Metal　Hordes　flashed；　exulting。

There　came　from　them；　from　the　Thing　we　rode　as　well；　a　chorus　of　thin　and　eager　wailings　and　pulsed　through　all　that　battle…line；　a　jubilant　throbbing。

Then　with　a　rhythmic；　JOCUND　stride　they　leaped　upon　the　city。

Under　the　mallets　of　the　smiting　arms　the　inner　battlements　fell　as　under　the　hammers　of　a　thousand　metal　Thors。　Over　their　fragments　and　the　armored　men　who　fell　with　them　strode　the　Things；　grinding　stone　and　man　together　as　we　passed。

All　of　the　terraced　city　except　the　side　hidden　by　the　mount　lay　open　to　my　gaze。　In　that　brief　moment　of　pause　I　saw　crazed　crowds　battling　in　narrow　streets；　trampling　over　mounds　of　the　fallen；　surging　over　barricades　of　bodies；　clawing　and　tearing　at　each　other　in　their　flight。

There　was　a　wide；　stepped　street　of　gleaming　white　stone　that　climbed　like　an　immense　stairway　straight　up　the　slope　to　that　broad　plaza　at　the　top　where　clustered　the　great　temples　and　palacesthe　Acropolis　of　the　city。　Into　it　the　streets　of　the　terraces　flowed；　each　pouring　out　upon　it　a　living　torrent；　tumultuous　with　tuliped；　sparkling　little　waves；　the　gay　coverings　and　the　arms　and　armor　of　Ruszark's　desperate　thousands　seeking　safety　at　the　shrines　of　their　gods。

Here　great　carven　arches　arose；　there　slender；　exquisite　towers　capped　with　red　goldthere　was　a　street　of　colossal　statues；　another　over　which　dozens　of　graceful；　fretted　bridges　threw　their　spans　from　feathery　billows　of　flowering　trees；　there　were　gardens　gay　with　blossoms　in　which　fountains　sparkled；　green　groves；　thousands　upon　thousands　of　bright　multicolored　pennants；　banners；　fluttered。

A　fair；　a　lovely　city　was　Cherkis's　stronghold　of　Ruszark。

Its　beauty　filled　the　eyes；　out　from　it　streamed　the　fragrance　of　its　gardensthe　voice　of　its　agony　was　that　of　the　souls　in　Dis。

The　row　of　destroying　shapes　lengthened；　each　huge　warrior　of　metal　drawing　far　apart　from　its　mates。　They　flexed　their　manifold　arms；　shadow　boxedgrotesquely；　dreadfully。

Down　struck　the　flails；　the　sledges。　Beneath　the　blows　the　buildings　burst　like　eggshells；　their　fragments　burying　the　throngs　fighting　for　escape　in　the　thoroughfares　that　threaded　them。　Over　their　ruins　we　moved。

Down　and　ever　down　crashed　the　awful　sledges。　And　ever　under　them　the　city　crumbled。

There　was　a　spider　Shape　that　crawled　up　the　wide　stairway　hammering　into　the　stone　those　who　tried　to　flee　before　it。

Stride　by　stride　the　Destroying　Things　ate　up　the　city。


I　felt　neither　wrath　nor　pity。　Through　me　beat　a　jubilant　roaring　pulseas　though　I　were　a　shouting　corpuscle　of　the　rushing　hurricane；　as　though　I　were　one　of　the　hosts　of　smiting　spirits　of　the　bellowing　typhoon。

Through　this　stole　another　thoughtvague；　unfamiliar；　yet　seemingly　of　truth's　own　essence。　Why；　I　wondered；　had　I　never　recognized　this　before？　Why　had　I　never　known　that　these　green　forms　called　trees　were　but　ugly；　unsymmetrical　excrescences？　That　these　high　projections　of　towers；　these　buildings　were　deformities？

That　these　four…pronged；　moving　little　shapes　that　screamed　and　ran　werehideous？

They　must　be　wiped　out！　All　this　misshapen；　jumbled；　inharmonious　ugliness　must　be　wiped　out！　It　must　be　ground　down　to　smooth　unbroken　planes；　harmonious　curvings；　shapelinessharmonies　of　arc　and　line　and　angle！

Something　deep　within　me　fought　to　speakfought　to　tell　me　that　this　thought　was　not　human　thought；　not　my　thoughtthat　it　was　the　reflected　thought　of　the　Metal　Things！

It　told　meand　fiercely　it　struggled　to　make　me　realize　what　it　was　that　it　told。　Its　insistence　was　borne　upon　little　despairing；　rhythmic　beatingsthrobbings　that　were　like　the　muffled　sobbings　of　the　drums　of　grief。　Louder；　closer　came　the　throbbing；　clearer　with　it　my　perception　of　the　inhumanness　of　my　thought。

The　drum　beat　tapped　at　my　humanity；　became　a　dolorous　knocking　at　my　heart。

It　was　the　sobbing　of　Cherkis！

The　gross　face　was　shrunken；　the　cheeks　sagging　in　folds　of　woe；　cruelty　and　wickedness　were　wiped　from　it；　the　evil　in　the　eyes　had　been　washed　out　by　tears。　Eyes　streaming；　bull　throat　and　barrel　chest　racked　by　his　sobbing；　he　watched　the　passing　of　his　people　and　his　city。

And　relentlessly；　coldly；　Norhala　watched　himas　though　loath　to　lose　the　faintest　shadow　of　his　agony。

Now　I　saw　we　were　close　to　the　top　of　the　mount。　Packed　between　us　and　the　immense　white　structures　that　crowned　it　were　thousands　of　the　people。　They　fell　on　their　knees　before　us；　prayed　to　us。　They　tore　at　each　other；　striving　to　hide　themselves　from　us　in　the　mass　that　was　themselves。　They　beat　against　the　barred　door