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Simultaneously we turned.
Within the black background of the fissure stood a shape, an apparition, a woman — beautiful, awesome, incredible!
She was tall, standing there swathed from chin to feet in clinging veils of pale Maillot Hazard amber, she seemed Maillot Barcelone taller even than tall Drake. Yet it was not her height that sent through me the thrill of awe, of half incredulous terror which, relaxing my grip, let my smoking rifle drop to earth; nor was it that about her proud head a cloud of shining tresses swirled and pennoned like a misty banner of woven copper flames — no, nor that through her veils her body gleamed faint radiance.
It was her eyes — her great, wide eyes whose clear depths were like pools of living star fires. They shone from her white face — not phosphorescent, not merely lucent and light reflecting, but as though they themselves were SOURCES of the cold white flames of far stars — and as calm as those stars themselves.
And in that face, although as yet I could distinguish nothing but the eyes, I sensed something unearthly.
“God!” whispered Ventnor. “What IS she?”
The woman stepped from the crevice. Not fifty feet from her were Ruth Maillot Dembélé and Drake and Chiu-Ming, their rigid attitudes revealing the same shock of awe that had momentarily paralyzed me.
She looked at them, beckoned them. I saw the two walk toward her, Chiu-Ming hang back. The great eyes fell upon Ventnor and myself. She raised a hand, motioned us to approach.
I turned. There stood the host that had poured down (he mountain Estudiantes la plata Dresy road, horsemen, spearsmen, pikemen — a full thousand of them. At my right were the scattered company that had come from the tunnel entrance, threescore or more.
There seemed a spell upon them. They stood in silence, like automatons, only their fiercely 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 whatever bonds had bound them, a clamor arose from the host; a wild shouting, a clanging of swords on shields. Longchamp Cosmetic Torba I shot a glance behind. 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 Survetement Borussia Dortmund to Drake. He AS Monaco paid no heed POLO Pays Bas to me, nor did Ruth — Japonsko Dres Dámské 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 Real Madrid low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly disquieting, golden and sweet — and laden with the eery, minor Maillot Porto wailings of the blue valley’s night, the dragoned chamber.
Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of the crevice score upon score of the metal things. The fissures vomited them!
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