The legs did not move separately, but the appendages of which I have
told held them together as one limb. The double tail, which was carried
on land in such a way that it was barely visible, now came out, and with
the tiny monkey hands at each extremity, may have done much, both in
steering and propulsion. But the whole body seemed to move without
effort. A curve, a twist and it shot the pool’s length and back, without
evidence of any further directing motion.
I have always loved the water and (having drunk all I would) I was
already taking off my damaged rags to join her, when I noticed that she
was motionless above the weeds and looking intently at or through them.
I marvelled how she could maintain her position, and paused a moment to
watch her. The next, she had looked up, and must have recognised what I
was doing, for her thought was urgent against it. I was not instantly
willing to give up my intention, and while she still pressed me to
desist, there came a movement under the weeds that caused the whole
surface to tremble. The next second she had shot upward, and leapt out
beside me.
“Water-snakes,” she answered. “They do not know us here, as do those of
the ocean. Under the weeds, it is deep beyond seeing. I do not think I
could have saved you, if you had come in. But I have taught those snakes
that such as I am are not for a meal for their larder.”
I did not reply, for I had looked up, and seen that the living-wall was
ablaze for all its length from cliff to cliff.
She saw it also, but more coolly. “Did you not foresee that it must be?
I only thought that the Dwellers would be here sooner. It is a place of
hiding that we need; but the water drew me.”
“I do not see where we can hide on this plateau.”
“I think there is only one place, and that I have seen it already.”
She led me toward the southern corner, where the cliff was met by the
blazing wall. The Killers had left it at this point, for they were all
thronging wildly to the gateway, and pouring out through the narrow neck
between the burning of the open gates.
When we were about fifty yards from the wall, we turned to the
cliff-side, and looking up saw a fault in the rock, it could scarcely be
called a cave, but there was a shallow horizontal gap, about two feet
high at one end, and about ten feet wide, narrowing to a point at the
farther side, and about eight feet from the ground. I don’t think I
could easily have climbed even that height in the condition in which I
was, but she led the way, and wriggled easily, feet first, into the gap,
and helped me till I was lying there beside her.
In the shadow, with the sun already descending toward the hills behind
us, they would be good eyes indeed which would have detected us from any
distance, while we had a wide view of the whole plateau, of the cliff on
the left hand where it curved slightly forward, and of the whole stretch
of the lower country beneath us.
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