Angkor Wat (Angkor) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction; World War, 1939-1945 -- Fiction
Thus, for the first time since ever war's hot flame had breathed over
Lanka, met face to face all the captains. In triumphant conclave they
gathered, all those who actively led fighting forces. Vibhishana and
Tauthus of Cush, Ramey and Red Barrett, Syd O'Brien. Yet was their joy
not complete. For there was one of their number fallen--Thalakka. And
yet another whose part in the battle was ended.
"It's all right, Syd," repeated Lake O'Brien. "It's all right, I tell
you. I--I don't feel any pain. It's just that I can't see."
Syd O'Brien's face was a thunder-cloud of rage. "We will find him,
Lake," he promised. "And when we do--" His strong, freckled hands
whitened on the butt of his revolver. Here was one from whom the Lord
Ravana could expect no grain of mercy should their paths ever cross.
Vibhishana said, "Lord Lakshmana must return to the mainland shore. If
anyone can repair his vision, that one is the Lord Sugriva. And it were
best the girl return, too."
"Me?" cried Sheila indignantly. "I will not! I--"
"Listen, Miss Sheilacita--" Barrett stopped, grinned embarrassedly.
"Golly, listen to that! These guys got _me_ talking thataway now, too!
I mean, Miss _Sheila_--I wish you would go on back and tell Toots I'm
okay. She'll kind of be worrying about me, I reckon. Tell her we'll all
be coming home as soon as we clean up the rest of this mess."
Ramey said, "Yes, Sheila--please go. Because from now on, I'm afraid
this fight isn't going to be very pleasant. Especially--" His eyes were
cold--"for His Nibs!"
So Sheila and Lake returned to the mainland. Kohrisan, having completed
the rally of his scattered forces, now came to join the conclave. And
they took stock of their situation.
* * * * *
"We hold now, my Lords," reported Captain Kohrisan, "all the northern
half of Lanka's isle and citadel down to the Sounding Tower which is
in the exact middle of the fortress. The wharves which feed to the
Chitrakuta mainland are in our hands, too. Ravana still holds the upper
levels of the fort, and all the southern sector, as well as the docks
which feed to the opposite shore. But these are valueless to him, since
the major portion of his fleet was captured by our men."
"Then there's no escape for him," grunted Syd. "We have him bottled up
here, eh? Good!"
"But," interposed Vibhishana, "though we continue as the aggressors, he
has _us_ as effectively bottled as we him. We dare not leave the island
nor relax our vigilance in any of the sectors we hold. He still numbers
amongst his followers thousands.
"From now on, it appears to me that the battle must settle into a state
of siege. From chamber to chamber, from corridor to corridor, through
every room and avenue of Lanka must our forces battle for every new
inch of ground."
"And that--" mused Ramey thoughtfully--"is tough going. Suicidal
business, as a punk named Adolph in our age is finding out! A deadly
stalemate, eh, Lord Vibhishana?"
"I am afraid so, Ramaíya."
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