rh.conanthewarrior-第29部分
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n something grabbed me from behind。 It clapped a hand over my mouth and carried me through a panel in the wall； and down some steps and along a dark hall。 I didn't see what it was that had hold of me until we passed through a big metal door and came into a tunnel whose roof was alight； like this chamber。
〃Oh； I nearly fainted when I saw！ They are not humans！ They are gray； hairy devils that walk like men and speak a gibberish no human could understand。 They stood there and seemed to be waiting； and once I thought I heard somebody trying the door。 Then one of the things pulled a metal lever in the wall； and something crashed on the other side of the door。
〃Then they carried me on and on through winding tunnels and up stone stairways into this chamber； where they chained me on the knees of this abominable idol； and then they went away。 Oh； Conan； what are they？〃
〃Servants of Bit…Yakin；〃 he grunted。 〃I found a manuscript that told me a number of things； and then stumbled upon some frescoes that told me the rest。 Bit…Yakin was a Pelishti who wandered into the valley with his servants after the people of Alkmeenon had deserted it。 He found the body of Princess Yelaya； and discovered that the priests returned from time to time to make offerings to her； for even then she was worshipped as a goddess。
〃He made an oracle of her； and he was the voice of the oracle； speaking from a niche he cut in the wall behind the ivory dais。 The priests never suspected； never saw him or his servants； for they always hid themselves when the men came。 Bit…Yakin lived and died here without ever being discovered by the priests。 Crom knows how long he dwelt here； but it must have been for centuries。 The wise men of the Pelishti know how to increase the span of their lives for hundreds of years。 I've seen some of them myself。 Why he lived here alone； and why he played the part of oracle no ordinary human can guess； but I believe the oracle part was to keep the city inviolate and sacred； so he could remain undisturbed。 He ate the food the priests brought as an offering to Yelaya； and his servants ate other things…I've always known there was a subterranean river flowing away from the lake where the people of the Puntish highlands throw their dead。 That river runs under this palace。 They have ladders hung over the water where they can hang and fish for the corpses that e floating through。 Bit…Yakin recorded everything on parchment and painted walls。
〃But he died at last； and his servants mummified him according to instructions he gave them before his death； and stuck him in a cave in the cliffs。 The rest is easy to guess。 His servants； who were even more nearly immortal than he； kept on dwelling here； but the next time a high priest came to consult the oracle； not having a master to restrain therm； they tore him to pieces。 So since then…until Gorulga…nobody came to talk to the oracle。
〃It's obvious they've been renewing the garments and ornaments of the goddess； as they'd seen Bit…Yakin do。 Doubtless there's a sealed chamber somewhere were the silks are kept from decay。 They clothed the goddess and brought her back to the oracle room after Zargheba had stolen her。 And； oh； by the way； they took off Zargheba's head and hung it up in a thicket。〃
She shivered； yet at the same time breathed a sigh of relief。
〃He'll never whip me again。〃
〃Not this side of Hell；〃 agreed Conan。 〃But e on； Gwarunga ruined my chances with his stolen goddess。 I'm going to follow the priests and take my chance of stealing the loot from them after they get it。 And you stay close to me。 I can't spend all my time looking for you。〃
〃But the servants of Bit…Yakin！〃 she whispered fearfully。
〃We'll have to take our chance；〃 he grunted。 〃I don't know what's in their minds； but so far they haven't shown any disposition to e out and fight in the open。 e on。〃
Taking her wrist he led her out of the chamber and down the corridor。 As they advanced they heard the chanting of the priests； and mingling with the sound the low sullen rushing of waters。 The light grew stronger above them as they emerged on a high…pitched gallery of a great cavern and looked down on a scene weird and fantastic。
Above them gleamed the phosphorescent roof； a hundred feet below them stretched the smooth floor of the cavern。 On the far side this floor was cut by a deep； narrow stream brimming its rocky channel。 Rushing out of impenetrable gloom； it swirled across the cavern and was lost again in darkness。 The visible surface reflected the radiance above； the dark seething waters glinted as if flecked with living jewels； frosty blue； lurid red； shimmering green； and ever…changing iridescence。
Conan and his panion stood upon one of the gallery…like ledges that banded the curve of the lofty wall； and from this ledge a natural bridge of stone soared in a breath…taking arch over the vast gulf of the cavern to join a much smaller ledge on the opposite side； across the river。 Ten feet below it another； broader arch spanned the cave。 At either end a carved stair joined the extremities of these flying arches。
Conan's gaze； following the curve of the arch that swept away from the ledge on which they stood； caught a glint of light that was not the lurid phosphorus of the cavern。 On that small ledge opposite them there was an opening in the cave wall through which stars were glinting。
But his full attention was drawn to the scene beneath them。 The priests had reached their destination。 There in a sweeping angle of the cavern wall stood a stone altar； but there was no idol upon it。 Whether there was one behind it； Conan cound not ascertain； because some trick of the light； or the sweep of the wall； left the space behind the altar in total darkness。
The priests had stuck their torches into holes in the stone floor； forming a semicircle of fire in front of the altar at a distance of several yards。 Then the priests themselves formed a semicircle inside the crescent of torches； and Gorulga； after lifting his arms aloft in invocation； bent to the altar and laid hands on it。 It lifted and tilted backward on its hinder edge； like the lid of a chest； revealing a small crypt。
Extending a long arm into the recess； Gorulga brought up a small brass chest。 Lowering the altar back into place； he set the chest on it； and threw back the lid。 To the eager watchers on the high gallery it seemed as if the action had released a blaze of living fire which throbbed and quivered about the opened chest。 Conan's heart leaped and his hand caught at his hilt。 The Teeth of Gwahlur at last！ The treasure that would make its possessor the richest man in the world！ His breath came fast between his clenched teeth。
Then he was suddenly aware that a new element had entered into the light of the torches and of the phosphorescent roof； rendering both void。 Darkness stole around the altar； except for that glowing spot of evil radiance cast by the Teeth of Gwahlur； and that grew and grew。 The blacks froze into basaltic statues； their shadows streaming grotesquely and gigantically out behind them。
The altar was laved in the glow now； and the astounded features of Gorulga stood out in sharp relief。 Then the mysterious space behind the altar swam into the widening illumination。 And slowly with the crawling light； figures became visible； like shapes growing out of the night and silence。
At first they seemed like gray stone statues； those motionless shapes； hairy； man…like； yet hideously human； but their eyes were alive； cold sparks of gray icy fire。 And as the weird glow lit their bestial countenances； Gorulga screamed and fell backward； throwing up his long arms in a gesture of frenzied horror。
But a longer arm shot across the altar and a misshapen hand locked on his throat。 Screaming and fighting； the high priest was dragged back across the altar； a hammer…like fist smashed down； and Gorulga's cries were stilled。 Limp and broken he sagged cross the altar； his brains oozing from his crushed skull。 And then the servants of Bit…Yakin surged like a bursting flood from Hell on the black priests who stood like horror…blasted images。
Then there was slaughter； grim and appalling。
Conan saw black bodies tossed like chaff in the inhuman hands of the slayers； against whose horrible strength and agility the daggers and swords of the priests were ineffective。 He saw men lifted bodily and their heads cracked open against the stone altar。 He saw a flaming torch； grasped in a monstrous hand； thrust inexorably down the gullet of an agonized wretch who writhed in vain against the arms that pinioned him。 He saw a man torn in two pieces； as one might tear a chicken； and the bloody fragments hurled clear across the cavern。 The massacre was as short and devastating as the rush of a hurricane。 In a burst of red abysmal ferocity it was over； except for one wretch who fled screaming back the way the priests had e； pursued by a swarm of blood…dabbled shapes of horror which reached out their red…smeared hands for him。 Fugitive and pursuers vanished down the black tunnel； and the screams of the human came back dwindling and confused by the distance。
Muriela was on her knees clutching Conan's legs；
