A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper CylinderDe Mille, James
Philosophy
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder
De Mille, James
Science fiction
Layelah led the way, and I followed her. We traversed long galleries
and vast halls, all of which were quite empty. It was the
sleeping-time, and only those were visible who had some duties which
kept them up later than usual. Faint, twinkling lights but feebly
illuminated the general gloom. At length we came to an immense cavern,
which was darker than ever, and without any lamps at all. Through a
vast portal, which was closed with a barred gateway, the beams of the
brilliant aurora penetrated and disclosed something of the interior.
Here Layelah stopped and peered through the gloom while I stood
waiting by her side, wondering what means of escape could be found in
this cavern. As I stood I heard through the still air the sound as of
living things. For a time I saw nothing, but at length I descried a
vast, shadowy form moving forward toward the portal, where the
darkness was less. It was a form of portentous size and fearful shape,
and I could not make out at first the nature of it. It surpassed all
that I had ever seen. Its head was large and its jaws long, armed with
rows of terrible teeth like those of a crocodile. Its body was of
great size. It walked on its hind-legs, so as to maintain itself in an
upright attitude, and in that position its height was over twelve
feet. But the most amazing thing about this monster has yet to be
told. As it walked its forearms waved and fluttered, and I saw
descending from them what seemed like vast folded leathern wings,
which shook and swayed in the air at every step. Its pace was about as
fast as that of a man, and it moved with ease and lightness. It seemed
like some enormous bat, or rather like a winged crocodile, or yet
again like one of those monstrous dragons of which I had read, but in
whose actual existence I had never believed. Yet here I saw one living
and moving before me--an actual dragon, with the exception of a tail;
for that appendage, which plays so great a part in all the pictures of
dragons, had no place here. This beast had but a short caudal
appendage, and all its terrors lay in its jaws and in its wings.
For a moment I stood almost lifeless with terror and surprise. Then I
shrank back, but Layelah laid her hand on my arm.
"Don't be afraid," said she; "it's only an athaleb."
"But won't it--won't it bite?" I asked, with a shudder.
"Oh no," said Layelah; "it swallows its victuals whole."
At this I shrank away still farther.
"Don't be afraid," said Layelah again. "Its jaws are muzzled, and,
besides, it's a tame athaleb. Its jaws are unmuzzled only at
feeding-time. But this one is very tame. There are three or four
others in here, and all as tame as I am. They all know me. Come up
nearer; don't be afraid. These athalebs are easily tamed."
"How can such tremendous monsters be tamed?" I asked, in an
incredulous tone.
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