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СКАЧАТЬ pulsing lambently; their wondrous colours shifting, changing, glowing stronger; elfin moons now indeed, but satellites whose glimmering beauty was fed by death; alembics of enchantment whose glorious hues were sucked from horror.

      Sick, I turned away — O’Keefe as pale as I; passed back into the corridor that had opened on the ledge from which we had watched; met Lakla hurrying toward us. Before she could speak there throbbed faintly about us a vast sighing. It grew into a murmur, a whispering, shook us — then passing like a presence, died away in far distance.

      “The Portal has opened,” said the handmaiden. A fainter sighing, like an echo of the other, mourned about us. “Yolara is gone,” she said, “the Portal is closed. Now must we hasten — for the Three have commanded that you, Goodwin, and Larry and I tread that strange road of which I have spoken, and which Olaf may not take lest his heart break — and we must return ere he and Rador cross the bridge.”

      Her hand sought Larry’s.

      “Come!” said Lakla, and we walked on; down and down through hall after hall, flight upon flight of stairways. Deep, deep indeed, we must be beneath the domed castle — Lakla paused before a curved, smooth breast of the crimson stone rounding gently into the passage. She pressed its side; it revolved; we entered; it closed behind us.

      The room, the — hollow — in which we stood was faceted like a diamond; and like a cut brilliant its sides glistened — though dully. Its shape was a deep oval, and our path dropped down to a circular polished base, roughly two yards in diameter. Glancing behind me I saw that in the closing of the entrance there had been left no trace of it save the steps that led from where that entrance had been — and as I looked these steps TURNED, leaving us isolated upon the circle, only the faceted walls about us — and in each of the gleaming faces the three of us reflected — dimly. It was as though we were within a diamond egg whose graven angles bad been turned INWARD.

      But the oval was not perfect; at my right a screen cut it — a screen that gleamed with fugitive, fleeting luminescences — stretching from the side of our standing place up to the tip of the chamber; slightly convex and crisscrossed by millions of fine lines like those upon a spectroscopic plate, but with this difference — that within each line I sensed the presence of multitudes of finer lines, dwindling into infinitude, ultramicroscopic, traced by some instrument compared to whose delicacy our finest tool would be as a crowbar to the needle of a micrometer.

      A foot or two from it stood something like the standee of a compass, bearing, like it a cradled dial under whose crystal ran concentric rings of prisoned, lambent vapours, faintly blue. From the edge of the dial jutted a little shelf of crystal, a keyboard, in which were cut eight small cups.

      Within these cups the handmaiden placed her tapering fingers. She gazed down upon the disk; pressed a digit — and the screen behind us slipped noiselessly into another angle.

      “Put your arm around my waist, Larry, darlin’, and stand close,” she murmured. “You, Goodwin, place your arm over my shoulder.”

      Wondering, I did as she bade; she pressed other fingers upon the shelf’s indentations — three of the rings of vapour spun into intense light, raced around each other; from the screen behind us grew a radiance that held within itself all spectrums — not only those seen, but those UNSEEN by man’s eyes. It waxed brilliant and ever more brilliant, all suffusing, passing through me as day streams through a window pane!

      The enclosing facets burst into a blaze of coruscations, and in each sparkling panel I saw our images, shaken and torn like pennants in a whirlwind. I turned to look — was stopped by the handmaiden’s swift command: “Turn not — on your life!”

      The radiance behind me grew; was a rushing tempest of light in which I was but the shadow of a shadow. I heard, but not with my ears — nay with MIND itself — a vast roaring; an ORDERED tumult of sound that came hurling from the outposts of space; approaching — rushing — hurricane out of the heart of the cosmos — closer, closer. It wrapped itself about us with unearthly mighty arms.

      And brilliant, ever more brilliant, streamed the radiance through us.

      The faceted walls dimmed; in front of me they melted, diaphanously, like a gelatinous wall in a blast of flame; through their vanishing, under the torrent of driving light, the unthinkable, impalpable tornado, I began to move, slowly — then ever more swiftly!

      Still the roaring grew; the radiance streamed — ever faster we went. Cutting down through the length, the EXTENSION of me, dropped a wall of rock, foreshortened, clenched close; I caught a glimpse of the elfin gardens; they whirled, contracted, into a thin — slice — of colour that was a part of me; another wall of rock shrinking into a thin wedge through which I flew, and that at once took its place within me like a card slipped beside those others!

      Flashing around me, and from Lakla and O’Keefe, were nimbuses of flickering scarlet flames. And always the steady hurling forward — appallingly mechanical.

      Another barrier of rock — a gleam of white waters incorporating themselves into my — DRAWING OUT— even as were the flowered moss lands, the slicing, rocky walls — still another rampart of cliff, dwindling instantly into the vertical plane of those others. Our flight checked; we seemed to hover within, then to sway onward — slowly, cautiously.

      A mist danced ahead of me — a mist that grew steadily thinner. We stopped, wavered — the mist cleared.

      I looked out into translucent, green distances; shot with swift prismatic gleamings; waves and pulsings of luminosity like midday sun glow through green, tropic waters: dancing, scintillating veils of sparkling atoms that flew, hither and yon, through depths of nebulous splendour!

      And Lakla and Larry and I were, I saw, like shadow shapes upon a smooth breast of stone twenty feet or more above the surface of this place — a surface spangled with tiny white blossoms gleaming wanly through creeping veils of phosphorescence like smoke of moon fire. We were shadows — and yet we had substance; we were incorporated with, a part of, the rock — and yet we were living flesh and blood; we stretched — nor will I qualify this — we STRETCHED through mile upon mile of space that weirdly enough gave at one and the same time an absolute certainty of immense horizontal lengths and a vertical concentration that contained nothing of length, nothing of space whatever; we stood THERE upon the face of the stone — and still we were HERE within the faceted oval before the screen of radiance!

      “Steady!” It was Lakla’s voice — and not beside me THERE, but at my ear close before the screen. “Steady, Goodwin! And — see!”

      The sparkling haze cleared. Enormous reaches stretched before me. Shimmering up through them, and as though growing in some medium thicker than air, was mass upon mass of verdure — fruiting trees and trees laden with pale blossoms, arbours and bowers of pallid blooms, like that sea fruit of oblivion — grapes of Lethe — that cling to the tide-swept walls of the caverns of the Hebrides.

      Through them, beyond them, around and about them, drifted and eddied a horde — great as that with which Tamerlane swept down upon Rome, vast as the myriads which Genghis Khan rolled upon the califs — men and women and children — clothed in tatters, half nude and wholly naked; slant-eyed Chinese, sloe-eyed Malays, islanders black and brown and yellow, fierce-faced warriors of the Solomons with grizzled locks fantastically bedizened; Papuans, feline Javans, Dyaks of hill and shore; hook-nosed Phoenicians, Romans, straight-browed Greeks, and Vikings centuries BEYOND their lives: scores of the black-haired Murians; white faces of our own Westerners — men and women and children — drifting, eddying — each stamped with that mingled horror and rapture, eyes filled with ecstasy and terror entwined, marked by God and devil in embrace — the seal of the Shining СКАЧАТЬ