THE VENGEANCE
OF NORHALA
Norhala's hand that had gone from my wrist dropped down again; the other fell upon Drake's.
Kulun loosed his hood, let it fall about his shoulders.
He stepped forward, held out his arms to Norhala.
"A strong man!" she cried approvingly."Hail--my bridegroom!
But stay--stand back a moment.Stand beside that man for whom I came to Ruszark.I would see you together!"Kulun's face darkened.But Cherkis smiled with evil understanding, shrugged his shoulders and whispered to him.Sullenly Kulun stepped back.The ring of the archers lowered their bows; they leaped to their feet and stood aside to let him pass.
Quick as a serpent's tongue a pyramid tipped tentacle flicked out beneath us.It darted through the broken circle of the bowmen.
It LICKED up Ruth and Ventnor and--Kulun!
Swiftly as it had swept forth it returned, coiled and dropped those two I loved at Norhala's feet.
It flashed back on high with the scarlet length of Cherkis's son sprawled along its angled end.
The great body of Cherkis seemed to wither.
Up from all the wall went a tempestuous sigh of horror.
Out rang the merciless chimes of Norhala's laughter.
"Tchai!" she cried."Tchai! Fat fool there.Tchai--you Cherkis! Toad whose wits have sickened with your years!
"Did you think to catch me, Norhala, in your filthy web?
Princess! Queen! Empress of Earth! Ho--old fox I have outplayed and beaten, what now have you to trade with Norhala?"Mouth sagging open, eyes glaring, the tyrant slowly raised his arms--a suppliant.
"You would have back the bridegroom you gave me?"she laughed."Take him, then."
Down swept the metal arm that held Kulun.The arm dropped Cherkis's son at Cherkis's feet; and as though Kulun had been a grape--it crushed him!
Before those who had seen could stir from their stupor the tentacle hovered over Cherkis, glaring down at the horror that had been his son.
It did not strike him--it drew him up to it as a magnet draws a pin.
And as the pin swings from the magnet when held suspended by the head, so swung the great body of Cherkis from the under side of the pyramid that held him.
Hanging so he was carried toward us, came to a stop not ten feet from us--Weird, weird beyond all telling was that scene--and would I had the power to make you who read see it as we did.
The animate, living Shape of metal on which we stood, with its forest of hammer-handed arms raised menacingly along its mile of spindled 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 column--and 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 you--and 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 went--like 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 milling--I 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 was--nothing.
