rh.conanthewarrior-第5部分
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its path。 The impact tore the tree up by the roots and must have dashed the brains from the misshapen skull。 Tree and monster fell together； and the dazed humans saw the branches and leaves shaken by the convulsions of the creature they covered…and then grow quiet。
Conan lifted Valeria to her feet and together they started away at a reeling run。 A few moments later they emerged into the still twilight of the treeless plain。
Conan paused an instant and glanced back at the ebon fastness behind them。 Not a leaf stirred； nor a bird chirped。 It stood as silent as it must have stood before Man was created。
〃e on；〃 muttered Conan； taking his panion's hand。 〃It's touch and go now。 If more dragons e out of the woods after us…〃
He did not have to finish the sentence。
The city looked very far away across the plain； farther than it had looked from the crag。 Valeria's heart hammered until she felt as if it would strangle her。 At every step she expected to hear the crashing of the bushes and see another colossal nightmare bearing down upon them。 But nothing disturbed the silence of the thickets。
With the first mile between them and the woods； Valeria breathed more easily。 Her buoyant self…confidence began to thaw out again。 The sun had set and darkness was gathering over the plain； lightened a little by the stars that made stunted ghosts out of the cactus growths。
〃No cattle； no plowed fields；〃 muttered Conan。 〃How do these people live？〃
〃Perhaps the cattle are in pens for the night；〃 suggested Valeria； 〃and the fields and grazing…pastures are on the other side of the city。〃
〃Maybe；〃 he grunted。 〃I didn't see any from the crag； though。〃
The moon came up behind the city； etching walls and towers blackly in the yellow glow。 Valeria shivered。 Black against the moon the strange city had a somber； sinister look。
Perhaps something of the same feeling occurred to Conan； for he stopped； glanced about him； and grunted： 〃We'll stop here。 No use ing to their gates in the night。 They probably wouldn't let us in。 Besides； we need rest； and we dont know how they'll receive us。 A few hours' sleep will put us in better shape to fight or run。〃
He led the way to a bed of cactus which grew in a circle…a phenomenon mon to the southern desert。 With his sword he chopped an opening； and motioned Valeria to enter。
〃We'll be safe from the snakes here； anyhow。〃
She glanced fearfully back toward the black line that indicated the forest some six miles away。
〃Suppose a dragon es out of the woods？〃
〃We'll keep watch；〃 he answered； though he made no suggestion as to what they would do in such an event。 He was staring at the city； a few miles away。 Not a light shone from spire or tower。 A great black mass of mystery； it reared cryptically against the moonlit sky。
〃Lie down and sleep。 I'll keep the first watch。〃
She hesitated； glancing at him uncertainly； but he sat down cross…legged in the opening； facing toward the plain； his sword across his knees； his back to her。 Without further ment she lay down on the sand inside the spiky circle。
〃Wake me when the moon is at its zenith；〃 she directed。
He did not reply nor look toward her。 Her last impression； as she sank into slumber； was of his muscular figure； immobile as a statue hewn out of bronze； outlined against the low…hanging stars。
2。 By the Blaze of the Fire Jewels
Valeria awoke with a start； to the realization that a grey dawn was stealing over the plain。
She sat up； rubbing her eyes。 Conan squatted beside the cactus； cutting off the thick pears and dexterously twitching out the spikes。
〃You didn't awake me；〃 she accused。 〃You let me sleep all night！〃
〃You were tired；〃 he answered。 〃Your posterior must have been sore； too； after that long ride。 You pirates aren't used to horseback。〃
〃What about yourself？〃 she retorted。
〃I was a kozak before I was a pirate；〃 he answered。 〃They live in the saddle。 I snatch naps like a panther watching beside the trail for a deer to e by。 My ears keep watch while my eyes sleep。〃
And indeed the giant barbarian seemed as much refreshed as if he had slept the whole night on a golden bed。 Having removed the thorns； and peeled off the tough skin； he handed the girl a thick； juicy cactus leaf。
〃Skin your teeth in that pear。 It's food and drink to a desert man。 I was a chief of the Zuagirs once…desert men who live by plundering the caravans。〃
〃Is there anything you haven't done？〃 inquired the girl； half in derision and half in fascination。
〃I've never been king of an Hyborean kingdom；〃 he grinned； taking an enormous mouthful of cactus。 〃But I've dreamed of being even that。 I may be too； some day。 Why shouldn't I？〃
She shook her head in wonder at his calm audacity； and fell to devouring her pear。 She found it not unpleasing to the palate； and full of cool and thirst…satisfying juice。 Finishing his meal； Conan wiped his hands in the sand； rose； ran his fingers through his thick black mane； hitched up his sword belt and said：
〃Well； let's go。 If the people in that city are going to cut our throats they may as well do it now； before the heat of the day begins。〃
His grim humor was unconscious； but Valeria reflected that it might be prophetic。 She too hitched her sword belt as she rose。 Her terrors of the night were past。 The roaring dragons of the distant forest were like a dim dream。 There was a swagger in her stride as she moved off beside the Cimmerian。 Whatever perils lay ahead of them； their foes would be men。 And Valeria of the Red Brotherhood had never seen the face of the man she feared。
Conan glanced down at her as she strode along beside him with her swinging stride that matched his own。
〃You walk more like a hillman than a sailor；〃 he said。 〃You must be an Aquilonian。 The suns of Darfar never burnt your white skin brown。 Many a princess would envy you。〃
〃I am from Aquilonia；〃 she replied。 His pliments no longer irritated her。 His evident admiration pleased her。 For another man to have kept her watch while she slept would have angered her； she had always fiercely resented any man's attempting to shield or protect her because of her sex。 But she found a secret pleasure in the fact that this man had done so。 And he had not taken advantage of her fright and the weakness resulting from it。 After all； she reflected； her panion was no mon man。
The sun rose up behind the city； turning the towers to a sinister crimson。
〃Black last night against the moon；〃 grunted Conan； his eys clouding with the abysmal superstition of the barbarian。 〃Blood…red as a threat of blood against the sun this dawn。 I do not like this city。〃
But they went on； and as they went Conan pointed out the fact that no road ran to the city from the north。
〃No cattle have trampled the plain on this side of the city；〃 said he。 〃No plowshare has touched the earth for years； maybe centuries。 But look： once this plain was cultivated。〃
Valeria saw the ancient irrigation ditches he indicated； half filled in places； and overgrown with cactus。 She frowned with perplexity as her eyes swept over the plain that stretched on all sides of the city to the forest edge； which marched in a vast； dim ring。 Vision did not extend beyond that ring。
She looked uneasily at the city。 No helmets or spearheads gleamed on battlements； no trumpets sounded； no challenge rang from the towers。 A silence as absolute as that of the forest brooded over the walls and minarets。
The sun was high above the eastern horizon when they stood before the great gate in the northern wall； in the shadown of the lofty rampart。 Rust flecked the iron bracings of the mighty bronze portal。 Spiderwebs glistened thickly on hinge and sill and bolted panel。
〃It hasn't been opened for years！〃 exclaimed Valeria。
〃A dead city；〃 grunted Conan。 〃That's why the ditches were broken and the plain untouched。〃
〃But who built it？ Who dwelt here？ Where did they go？ Why did they abandon it？〃
〃Who can say？ Maybe an exiled clan of Stygians built it。 Maybe not。 It doesn't look like Stygian architecture。 Maybe the people were wiped out by enemies； or a plague exterminated them。〃
〃In that case their treasures may still be gathering dust and cobwebs in there；〃 suggested Valeria； the acquisitive instincts of her profession waking in her； prodded； too； by feminine curiosity。 〃Can we open the gate？ Let's go in and explore a bit。〃
Conan eyed the heavy portal dubiously； but placed his massive shoulder against it and thrust with all the power of his muscular calves and thighs。 With a rasping screech of rusty hinges the gate moved ponderously inward； and Conan straightened and drew his sword。 Valeria stared over his shoulder； and made a sound indicative of surprise。
They were not looking into an open street or court as one would have expected。 The opened gate； or door； gave directly into a long； broad hall which ran away and away until its vista grew indistinct in the distance。 It was of heroic proportions； and the floor of a curious red stone； cut in square tiles； that seemed to smolder as if with the reflection of flames。 The walls were of a shiny green m
