That tense, breathless silence had endured for but a moment, when it
was shattered by a terrific detonation. We felt the palace tremble
and rock. The assembled mob looked wildly about, their eyes filled
with fear and questioning. But before they could voice a question,
another thunderous report burst upon our startled ears, and then from
the city below the palace there arose the shrieks and screams of
terrified people. Again the palace trembled, and a great crack opened
in one of the walls of the throne room. The people saw it, and in an
instant their anger against the dynasty of Sagroth was swallowed in
the moral terror which they felt for their own safety. With shrieks
and screams they turned and bolted for the doorway. The weaker were
knocked down and trampled upon. They fought with fists and swords and
daggers, in their mad efforts to escape the crumbling building. They
tore the clothing from one another, as each sought to drag back his
fellow, that he might gain further in the race for the outer world.
And as the rabble fought, Nah-ee-lah and I stood before the throne of
Laythe, watching them, while below us the few remaining members of
the Jemadar’s guard stood viewing in silent contempt the terror of
the people.
Explosion after explosion followed one another in rapid succession.
The people had fled. The palace was empty, except for that handful of
us faithful ones who remained within the throne room.
“Let us go,” I said to Nah-ee-lah, “and discover the origin of these
sounds, and the extent of the damage that is being done.”
“Come,” she said, “here is a short corridor to the inner terrace,
where we may look down upon the entire city of Laythe.” And then,
turning to the commander of the guard she said: “Proceed, please, to
the palace gates, and secure them against the return of our enemies,
if they have by this time all fled from the palace grounds.”
The officer bowed, and followed by the few heroic survivors of the
Jemadar’s guard, he left by another corridor for the palace gates,
while I followed Nah-ee-lah up a stairway that led to the roof of the
palace.
Coming out upon the upper terrace, we made our way quickly to the
edge overlooking the city and the crater. Below us a shrieking
multitude ran hither and thither from terrace to terrace, while, now
here and now there, terrific explosions occurred that shattered age-
old structures and carried debris high into the air. Many terraces
showed great gaps and tumbled ruins where other explosions had
occurred and smoke and flames were rising from a dozen portions of
the city.
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