It is probable that it had not been the mere coming of the Dwellers, so
much as the sight of the things they carried, which had produced so
sudden a panic among the Killers who saw them. For they had now shaken
out a net, with which they were sweeping the ground from end to end till
the whole of the Killers were a kicking, whistling confusion within its
ample meshes. One of them then sat on the ground, and taking the basket
from his back, he abstracted from it a lidded vessel or cup, which he
set open before him.
One by one he pulled the frantic victims loose from the net that held
them, and after a glance of inspection, squeezed them in his hand over
the cup, so that their blood drained into it.
When he had squeezed sufficiently, he threw the empty carcase with a
careless aim, high into the air, to fall far off in the boiling tank,
from which its own meals had been so often taken.
This went on for about an hour, during which he dealt with some hundreds
in this way, and also selected about two dozen which he inspected more
carefully, and then passed to his companion, who also looked over them,
and either handed them back to take their turn at the squeezing, or
dropped them into his basket.
I supposed that they had decided to destroy this colony, and to found a
new one with the few which they had saved for that purpose, but I
reflected that this could not have been their intention when they handed
over the Bat-wings for destruction, at a feast which would never be
held, and if they had now come prepared to take that course, it implied
a foresight or knowledge of what was passing, which was sufficiently
disconcerting.
I could not resolve that problem, but it soon became evident that the
occasion was of some further importance, for one by one they were joined
by others, until I had counted fourteen of these giants that were
assembled on the plateau.
More than once their words came over to us as the wind helped them, but
to me they bore no meaning. Whether they conversed among themselves by
other means, as they were able to do with the Amphibians, I could not
tell, but they spoke little outwardly, and mainly monosyllables. They
seemed to be waiting for an event impending.
Thus they waited, till the twilight was nearing. As I saw them on the
plateau, their huge bulks dwarfed by the proportions of the scenery
around them, I thought of them again as Titans of an earlier world, and
of a size the most natural to the background against which they moved.
I was conscious not only of my own insignificance, but of a vulgarity
also, which was not personal to myself, but belonging to the race from
which I came.
I clothed them in imagination with the garments to which I was
accustomed, and their significance and their dignity at once departed.
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