There came to us as though from immeasurable distances, a faint, sustained thrumming--like the beating of countless muffled drums. The Thing that carried us trembled--the sound died away. The Thing quieted; it began its steady, effortless striding through the crowding trees--but now with none of that speed with which it had come, spurred forward by Norhala's awakened hate. Ventnor stirred; broke the silence. And now I saw how wasted was his body, how sharpened his face; almost ethereal; purged not only by suffering but by, it came to me, some strange knowledge. “No use, Drake,” he said dreamily. “All this is now on the knees of the gods. And whether those gods are humanity's or whether they are--Gods of Metal--I do not know. “But this I do know--only one way or another can the balance fall; and if it be one way, then you and we shall have Ruth back. And if it falls the other way--then there will be little need for us to care. For man will be done!” “Martin! What do you mean?” “It is the crisis,” he answered. “We can do nothing, Goodwin--nothing. Whatever is to be steps forth now from the womb of Destiny.” Again there came that distant rolling--louder, now. Again the Thing trembled. “The drums,” whispered Ventnor. “The drums of destiny. What is it they are heralding? A new birth of Earth and the passing of man? A new child to whom shall be given dominion--nay, to whom has been given dominion? Or is it--taps--for Them?” The drumming died as I listened--fearfully. About us was only the swishing, the sighing of the falling trees beneath the tread of the Thing. Motionless stood Norhala; and as motionless Ruth. “Martin,” I cried once more, a dreadful doubt upon me. “Martin--what do you mean?” “Whence did--They--come?” His voice was clear and calm, the eyes beneath the red brand clear and quiet, too. “Whence did They come--these Things that carry us? That strode like destroying angels over Cherkis's city? Are they spawn of Earth--as we are? Or are they foster children--changelings from another star? “These creatures that when many still are one--that when one still are many. Whence did They come? What are They?” He looked down upon the cubes that held us; their hosts of tiny eyes shone up at him, enigmatically--as though they heard and understood. “I do not forget,” he said. “At least not all do I forget of what I saw during that time when I seemed an atom outside space--as I told you, or think I told you, speaking with unthinkable effort through lips that seemed eternities away from me, the atom, who strove to open them. “There were three--visions, revelations--I know not what to call them. And though each seemed equally real, of two of them, only one, I think, can be true; and of the third--that may some time be true but surely is not yet.” Through the air came a louder drum roll--in it something ominous, something sinister. It swelled to a crescendo; abruptly ceased. And now I saw Norhala raise her head; listen.