In an instant we were at the door and reaching through its bars toward
the coil, but though we each strained our arms in turn toward it the
thing lay a few tantalizing inches beyond our grasp. A moment we
surveyed it, baffled, fearing the return at any moment of the creature
who had dropped it, and then Dal Nara, with a sudden inspiration, lay
flat upon the floor, thrusting her leg out through the grating. In a
moment she had caught the coil with her foot, and in another moment we
had it inside, examining it.
We found that though it was as slender as my smallest finger the
chain was of incredible strength, and when we roughly estimated the
extent of its thick-coiled length we discovered that it would be more
than long enough to reach from our window to the street below. At
once, therefore, we secreted the thing in a corner of the room and
impatiently awaited the sleep-period, when we could work without fear
of interruption.
At last, after what seemed measureless hours of waiting, the great
horns blared forth across the city outside, and swiftly its streets
emptied, the sounds in our building quieting until all was silence,
except for the humming of a few watchful cones above the great
condenser, and the deep droning of the condenser itself in the
distance. At once we set to work at the bars of our window.
Frantically we chipped at the rock at the base of one of the metal
bars, using the few odd bits of metal at our command, but at the end of
two hours had done no more than scratch away a bare inch of the glowing
stone. Another hour and we had laid bare from the rock the lower end
of the bar, but now we knew that within minutes the sleep-period
of the city outside would be ending, and into its streets would be
swarming its gliding throngs, making impossible all attempts at escape.
Furiously we worked, dripping now with sweat, until at last when our
time-dials showed that less than half an hour remained to us I gave
over the chipping at the rock and wrapped our chain firmly around the
lower end of the bar we had loosened. Then stepping back into the cell
and bracing ourselves against the wall below the window, we pulled
backward with all our strength.
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