Swiftly we moved forward, now, down the street through the dusk toward
the great clearing. Mighty machines looming in the red dusk on each
side of us, dark pits yawning between them in which the comet-hordes
lay silent, glowing crimson coma that swung above--these made an
inconceivably weird scene about us through which we three, a weird and
dissimilar enough trio in that lurid dusk, moved rapidly on. Once we
saw a few of the liquid-creatures flowing across one of the streets
ahead, shrank back until they had disappeared, then moved swiftly on.
One or two cube-ships slid by above, too, but these did not spy us, and
in a few minutes more we had emerged from the mass of machines and pits
into the great flat-floored circular plaza at the city's center, the
truncated pyramid rising vaguely from it in the crimson dusk.
"The guards!" whispered Gor Han. "There at the pyramid's base!"
I gazed, saw that a great notched stair or flight of narrow steps
ran up the pyramid's side, and that at its foot were some four dark
liquid-shapes, lying motionless, but with weapons of some sort,
bolt-containers I did not doubt, held in the grasp of their viscous
fluid bodies. A moment we hesitated, then crept out across the clearing
toward them. They seemed not aware of our approach, and still nearer we
crept stealthily, approaching them from a side, until just when we were
within yards, within feet of them, one seemed to flow swiftly toward us
for an instant, then back, at the same time training his deadly weapon
upon us! Before he could loose the crashing bolts from it, though, we
had sprung upon them!
The combat that followed at the pyramid's base was the most horrible,
I think, that ever I engaged in. I had grasped at the body of one of
the things but instantly felt the viscous liquid body withdraw from
my grasp, flow away from me, while I struggled in vain for some hold
upon it. Then I glimpsed Gor Han with his four great arms gripping
one of the viscous things and hurling it against the pyramid's side
before it could evade his grasp, shattering it into liquid black
splashes there. The thing I struggled with had gripped me in turn,
now, and was like fluid steel in the strength with which it held me.
I felt a powerful viscous arm tightening about my neck, while others
pinioned my arms, felt that grasp tightening, strangling me, and then
it was abruptly torn from me as Gor Han lifted and flung it likewise!
I rose, staggering, to see that of the four comet-creatures only black
splashes here and there about us remained, Gor Han and Jurt Tul having
annihilated them with their mighty limbs.
[Illustration: "The combat that followed was the most horrible I had
ever engaged in."]
"Up to the pyramid's summit!" I choked, stumbling toward the stair's
base. "We've a chance to win yet!"
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