rh.conanthewarrior-第19部分
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ceiling； forming a smoky arch above the altar。 On that altar lay Valeria； stark naked； her white flesh gleaming in shocking contrast to the glistening ebon stone。 She was not bound。 She lay at full length； her arms stretched out above her head to their fullest extent。 At the head of the altar knelt a young man； holding her wrists firmly。 A young woman knelt at the other end of the altar； grasping her ankles。 Between them she could neither rise nor move。
Eleven men and women of Tecuhltli knelt dumbly in a semicircle； watching the scene with hot； lustful eyes。
On the ivory throne…seat Tascela lolled。 Bronze bowls of incense rolled their spirals about her； the wisps of smoke curled about her naked limbs like caressing fingers。 She could not sit still； she squirmed and shifted about with sensuous abandon； as if finding pleasure in the contact of the smooth ivory with her sleek flesh。
The crash of the door as it broke beneath the impact of the hurtling bodies caused no change in the scene。 The kneeling men and women merely glanced incuriously at the corpse of their prince and at the man who rose from the ruins of the door； then swung their eyes greedily back to the writhing white shape on the black altar。 Tascela looked insolently at him； and sprawled back on her seat； laughing mockingly。
〃Slut！〃 Conan saw red。 His hands clenched into iron hammers as he started for her。 With his first step something clanged loudly and steel bit savagely into his leg。 He stumbled and almost fell； checked in his headlong stride。 The jaws of an iron trap had closed on his leg； with teeth that sank deep and held。 Only the ridged muscles of his calf saved the bone from being splintered。 The accursed thing had sprung out of the smoldering floor without warning。 He saw the slots now； in the floor where the jaws had lain； perfectly camouflaged。
〃Fool！〃 laughed Tascela。 〃Did you think I would not guard against your possible return？ Every door in this chamber is guarded by such traps。 Stand there and watch now； while I fulfill the destiny of your handsome friend！ Then I will decide your own。〃
Conan's hand instinctively sought his belt； only to encounter an empty scabbard。 His sword was on the stair behind him。 His poniard was lying back in the forest； where the dragon had torn it from his jaw。 The steel teeth in his leg were like burning coals； but the pain was not as savage as the fury that seethed in his soul。 He was trapped； like a wolf。 If he had had his sword he would have hewn off his leg and crawled across the floor to slay Tascela。 Valeria's eyes rolled toward him with mute appeal； and his own helplessness sent red waves of madness surging through his brain。
Dropping on the knee of his free leg； he strove to get his fingers between the jaws of the trap； to tear them apart by sheer strength。 Blood started from beneath his fingernails； but the jaws fitted close about his leg in a circle whose segments jointed perfectly； contracted until there was no space between his mangled flesh and the fanged iron。 The site of Valeria's naked body added flame to the fire of his rage。
Tascela ignored him。 Rising languidly from her seat she swept the ranks of her subjects with a searching glance； and asked： 〃Where are Xamec； Zlanath and Tachic？〃
〃They did not return from the catabs； princess；〃 answered a man。 〃Like the rest of us； they bore bodies of the slain into the crypts； but they have not returned。 Perhaps the ghost of Tolkemec took them。〃
〃Be silent； fool！〃 she ordered harshly。 〃The ghost is a myth。〃
She came down from her dais； playing with a thin gold…hilted dagger。 Her eyes burned like nothing on the hither side of hell。 She paused beside the altar and spoke in the tense stillness。
〃Your life shall make me young； white woman！〃 she said。 〃I shall lean upon your bosom and place my lips over yours； and slowly…ah； slowly！…sink this blade through your heart； so that your life； fleeing your stiffening body； shall enter mine； making me bloom again with youth and with life everlasting！〃
Slowly； like a serpent arching toward its victim； she bent down through the writhing smoke； closer and closer over the now motionless woman who stared up into her glowing dark eyes…eyes that grew larger and deeper； blazing like black moons in the swirling smoke。
The kneeling people gripped their hands and held their breath； tense for the bloody climax； and the only sound was Conan's fierce panting as he strove to tear his leg from the trap。
All eyes were glued on the altar and the white figure there； the crash of a thunderbolt could hardly have broken the spell； yet it was only a low cry that shattered the fixity of the scene and bought all whirling about…a low cry； yet one to make the hair stand up stiffly on the scalp。 They looked； and they saw。
Framed in the door to the left of the dais stood a nightmare figure。 It was a man； with a tangle of white hair and a matted white beard that fell over his breast。 Rags only partly covered his gaunt frame； revealing half…naked limbs strangely unnatural in appearance。 The skin was not like that of a normal human。 There was a suggestion of scaliness about it； as if the owner had dwelt long under conditions almost antithetical to those conditions under which human life ordinarily thrives。 And there was nothing at all human about the eyes that blazed from the tangle of white hair。 They were great gleaming disks that started unwinkingly； luminous； whitish； and without a hint of normal emotion or sanity。 The mouth gaped； but no coherent words issued…only a high…pitched tittering。
〃Tolkemec！〃 whispered Tascela； livid； while the others crouched in speechless horror。 〃No myth； then； no ghost！ Set！ You have dwelt for twelve years in darkness！ Twelve years among the bones of the dead！ What grisly food did you find？ What mad travesty of life did you live； in the stark blackness of that eternal night？ I see now why Xamec and Zlanath and Tachic did not return from the catabs…and never will return。 But why have you waited so long to strike？ Were you seeking something； in the pits？ Some secret weapon you knew was hidden there？ And have you found it at last？〃
That hideous tittering was Tolkemec's only reply； as he bounded into the room with a long leap that carried him over the secret trap before the door…by chance； or by some faint recollection of the ways of Xuchotl。 He was not mad； as a man is amd。 He had dwelt apart from humanity so long that he was no longer human。 Only an unbroken thread of memory embodied in hate and the urge for vengeance had connected him with the humanity from which he had been cut off； and held him lurking near the people he hated。 Only that thin string had kept him from racing and prancing off for ever into the black corridors and realms of the subterranean world he had discovered； long ago。
〃You sought something hidden！〃 whispered Tascela； cringing back。 〃And you have found it！ You remember the feud！ After all these years of blackness； you remember！〃
For in the lean hand of Tolkemec now waved a curious jade…hued wand； on the end of which glowed a knob of crimson shaped like a pomegranate。 She sprang aside as he thrust it out like a spear； and a beam of crimson fire lanced from the pomegranate。 It missed Tascela； but the woman holding Valeria's ankles was in the way。 It smote between her shoulders。 There was a sharp crackling sound and the ray of fire flashed from her bosom and struck the black altar； with a snapping of blue sparks。 The woman toppled sidewise； shriveling and withering like a mummy even as she fell。
Valeria rolled from the altar on the other side； and started for the opposite wall on all fours。 For hell had burst loose in the throne room of dead Olmec。
The man who had held Valeria's hands was the next to die。 He turned to run； but before he had taken half a dozen steps； Tolkemec； with an agility appalling in such a frame； bounded around to a position that placed the man between him and the altar。 Again the red fire…beam flashed and the Tecuhltli rolled lifeless to the floor； as the beam pleted its course with a burst of blue sparks against the altar。
Then began the slaughter。 Screaming insanely the people rushed about the chamber； caroming from one another； stumbling and falling。 And among them Tolkemec capered and pranced； dealing death。 They could not escape by the doors； for apparently the metal of the portals served like the metal veined stone altar to plete the circuit for whatever hellish power flashed like thunderbolts from the witch…wand the ancient waved in his hand。 When he caught a man or a woman between him and a door or the altar； that one died instantly。 He chose no special victim。 He took them as they came； with his rags flapping about his wildly gyrating limbs； and the gusty echoes of his tittering sweeping the room above the screams。 And bodies fell like falling leaves about the altar and at the doors。 One warrior in desperation rushed at him； lifting a dagger； only to fall before he could strike。 But the rest were like crazed cattle； with no thought for resistance； and no chance of escape。
The last Tecuhltli except Tascela had fallen when the princess reached the Cimmerian and the girl who
