The city was already in flames in many places, and though the people
fought valiantly to extinguish them, it seemed to me that they but
spread the more rapidly with each succeeding minute. And then, as
suddenly as it had commenced, the bombardment ceased. Nah-ee-lah and
I crossed over to the outer edge of the terrace to see if we could
note any new movement by the enemy, nor did we have long to wait. We
saw a hundred ladders raised as if by magic toward the lowest
terrace, which rose but a bare two hundred feet above the base of the
city. The men who carried the ladders were not visible to us when
they came close to the base of the wall, but I guessed from the
distant glimpses that I caught of the ladders as they were rushed
forward by running men that here, again, Orthis’ earthly knowledge
and experience had come to the assistance of the Kalkars, for I was
sure that only some form of extension ladder could be successfully
used to reach even the lowest terrace.
When I saw their intention I ran quickly down into the palace and out
upon the terrace before the gates, where the remainder of the guard
were stationed, and there I told them what was happening and urged
them to hasten the people to the lowest terrace to repulse the enemy
before they had secured a foothold upon the city. Then I returned to
Nah-ee-lah, and together we watched the outcome of the struggle, but
almost from the first I realized that Laythe was doomed, for before
any of her defenders could reach the spot, fully a thousand Kalkars
had clambered to the terrace, and there they held their own while
other thousands ascended in safety to the city.
We saw the defenders rush forth to attack them, and for a moment, so
impetuous was their charge, I thought that I had been wrong and that
the Kalkars might yet be driven from Laythe. Fighting upon the lower
outer terrace far beneath us was a surging mass of shouting warriors.
The Kalkars were falling back before the impetuous onslaught of the
Laytheans.
“They have not the blood in their veins,” whispered Nah-ee-lah,
clinging tightly to my arm. “One noble is worth ten of them. Watch
them. Already are they fleeing.”
And so it seemed, and the rout of the Kalkars appeared almost
assured, as score upon score of them were hurled over the edge of the
terrace, to fall mangled and bleeding upon the ground hundreds of
feet below.
But suddenly a new force seemed to be injected into the strife. I saw
a stream of Kalkars emerging above the edge of the lower terrace—new
men clambering up the ladders from the plateau below, and as they
came they shouted something which I could not understand, but the
other Kalkars seemed to take heart and made once more the semblance
of a stand against the noble Laytheans, and I saw one, the leader of
the newcomers, force his way into the battling throng. And then I saw
him raise his hand above his head and hurl something into the midst
of the compact ranks of the Laytheans.
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