Adventure stories; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction
We staggered drunkenly up the last curve of the stair. Out of the
darkness appeared the little collapsible stairway which joined the
temple's black ring of flooring with the great spiral on which we
stood. There was no sign of the presence of any guards around or above
it, so I jerked out the sword at my belt, and clasping it in one hand,
strode cautiously up the little stair until I stood on the black
flooring that was the rim of the shaft up which we had come.
Dense darkness reigned in the gigantic building, and the complete
silence in it showed me that it was deserted. Lantin was beside me now,
and the cries of the pursuing guards were ringing up the shaft ever
louder, as they neared us. I sprang to the building's wall, clawing
frantically along its side.
Abruptly my hands encountered the thick lever I was searching for, and
as I jerked it down as far as it would go, I sobbed with relief. There
was a loud click, and the little collapsible stair swung up and folded
into an aperture in the wall.
"That will hold them on the stair, for a time," I told my friend, who
had come up to me and was grasping my arm. As we raced around the wall
to the building's entrance and exit, I explained in a few words what I
had done. It was well for us, too, that I had remembered how the little
stair was folded and unfolded, for as we sped down the tunneled gateway
to the outside air, there came a shout of baffled rage from behind us,
as the guards on the stair found their progress thus stopped.
Speeding down the arched tunnel through the temple's great wall, we
emerged at last into the open air. For a moment, heedless of the clamor
in the temple behind us, we stood with swelling hearts, breathing in
the free air, expanding, almost, there beneath the limitless sky, after
our sojourn in the cramped cavern below.
Darkness reigned over the city of the Kanlars, a darkness intensified
by the absence of moon or stars above. From where we stood, the broad
street, plashed with ruddy light from the glowing bulbs along its
length, stretched away to the east, piercing the mass of winking lights
that betokened the city's presence. Even from where we stood, we could
see that there were many of the guards in the street, and there was no
chance of our passing them unchallenged.
I turned to Lantin, but before I could speak we both shrank back into
the temple's entrance. Footsteps were sounding on the ground near us,
coming toward us along the outside of the temple's wall!
We crouched against the wall of the tunneled entrance, hearing the
footsteps come nearer. From the temple behind us came the faint,
raging clamor of the guards on the stair, who were still blocked by my
stratagem. Then two figures appeared in the entrance of the tunnel, two
ghostly white figures who were advancing through the darkness.
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