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Then right and left of us stood scores of giant； grotesque warriors。 Their crests were fully fifty feet below our living platform。 They stood upon six immense； columnar stilts。 These sextuple legs supported a hundred feet above their bases a huge and globular body formed of clusters of the spheres。 Out from each of these bodies that were at one and the same time trunks and heads； sprang half a score of colossal arms shaped like flails； like spike…studded girders； Titanic battle maces； Cyclopean sledges。
From legs and trunks and arms the tiny eyes of the Metal Hordes flashed； exulting。
There came from them； from the Thing we rode as well； a chorus of thin and eager wailings and pulsed through all that battle…line； a jubilant throbbing。
Then with a rhythmic； JOCUND stride they leaped upon the city。
Under the mallets of the smiting arms the inner battlements fell as under the hammers of a thousand metal Thors。 Over their fragments and the armored men who fell with them strode the Things； grinding stone and man together as we passed。
All of the terraced city except the side hidden by the mount lay open to my gaze。 In that brief moment of pause I saw crazed crowds battling in narrow streets； trampling over mounds of the fallen； surging over barricades of bodies； clawing and tearing at each other in their flight。
There was a wide； stepped street of gleaming white stone that climbed like an immense stairway straight up the slope to that broad plaza at the top where clustered the great temples and palacesthe Acropolis of the city。 Into it the streets of the terraces flowed； each pouring out upon it a living torrent； tumultuous with tuliped； sparkling little waves； the gay coverings and the arms and armor of Ruszark's desperate thousands seeking safety at the shrines of their gods。
Here great carven arches arose； there slender； exquisite towers capped with red goldthere was a street of colossal statues； another over which dozens of graceful； fretted bridges threw their spans from feathery billows of flowering trees； there were gardens gay with blossoms in which fountains sparkled； green groves； thousands upon thousands of bright multicolored pennants； banners； fluttered。
A fair； a lovely city was Cherkis's stronghold of Ruszark。
Its beauty filled the eyes； out from it streamed the fragrance of its gardensthe voice of its agony was that of the souls in Dis。
The row of destroying shapes lengthened； each huge warrior of metal drawing far apart from its mates。 They flexed their manifold arms； shadow boxedgrotesquely； dreadfully。
Down struck the flails； the sledges。 Beneath the blows the buildings burst like eggshells； their fragments burying the throngs fighting for escape in the thoroughfares that threaded them。 Over their ruins we moved。
Down and ever down crashed the awful sledges。 And ever under them the city crumbled。
There was a spider Shape that crawled up the wide stairway hammering into the stone those who tried to flee before it。
Stride by stride the Destroying Things ate up the city。
I felt neither wrath nor pity。 Through me beat a jubilant roaring pulseas though I were a shouting corpuscle of the rushing hurricane； as though I were one of the hosts of smiting spirits of the bellowing typhoon。
Through this stole another thoughtvague； unfamiliar； yet seemingly of truth's own essence。 Why； I wondered； had I never recognized this before？ Why had I never known that these green forms called trees were but ugly； unsymmetrical excrescences？ That these high projections of towers； these buildings were deformities？
That these four…pronged； moving little shapes that screamed and ran werehideous？
They must be wiped out！ All this misshapen； jumbled； inharmonious ugliness must be wiped out！ It must be ground down to smooth unbroken planes； harmonious curvings； shapelinessharmonies of arc and line and angle！
Something deep within me fought to speakfought to tell me that this thought was not human thought； not my thoughtthat it was the reflected thought of the Metal Things！
It told meand fiercely it struggled to make me realize what it was that it told。 Its insistence was borne upon little despairing； rhythmic beatingsthrobbings that were like the muffled sobbings of the drums of grief。 Louder； closer came the throbbing； clearer with it my perception of the inhumanness of my thought。
The drum beat tapped at my humanity； became a dolorous knocking at my heart。
It was the sobbing of Cherkis！
The gross face was shrunken； the cheeks sagging in folds of woe； cruelty and wickedness were wiped from it； the evil in the eyes had been washed out by tears。 Eyes streaming； bull throat and barrel chest racked by his sobbing； he watched the passing of his people and his city。
And relentlessly； coldly； Norhala watched himas though loath to lose the faintest shadow of his agony。
Now I saw we were close to the top of the mount。 Packed between us and the immense white structures that crowned it were thousands of the people。 They fell on their knees before us； prayed to us。 They tore at each other； striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was themselves。 They beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries； they climbed the pillars； they swarmed over the golden roofs。
There was a moment of chaosa chaos of which we were the heart。 Then temple and palace cracked； burst； were shattered； fell。 I caught glimpses of gleaming sculptures； glitterings of gold and of silver； flashing of gems； shimmering of gorgeous draperiesunder them a weltering of men and women。
We closed down upon themover them！
The dreadful sobbing ceased。 I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily upon a shoulder； the eyes closed。
The Destroying Things touched。 Their flailing arms coiled back； withdrew into their bodies。 They joined； forming for an instant a tremendous hollow pillar far down in whose center we stood。 They parted； shifted in shape？ rolled down the mount over the ruins like a widening wave crushing into the stone all over which they passed。
Afar away I saw the gleaming serpent still at play still writhing among； still obliterating the few score scattered fugitives that some way； somehow； had slipped by the Destroying Things。
We halted。 For one long moment Norhala looked upon the drooping body of him upon whom she had let fall this mighty vengeance。
Then the metal arm that held Cherkis whirled。 Thrown from it； the cloaked form flew like a great blue bat。 It fell upon the flattened mound that had once been the proud crown of his city。 A blue blot upon desolation the broken body of Cherkis lay。
A black speck appeared high in the sky； grew fast the lammergeier。
〃I have left carrion for youafter all！〃 cried Norhala。
With an ebon swirling of wings the vulture dropped beside the blue heapthrust in it its beak。
CHAPTER XXVII
〃THE DRUMS OF DESTINY〃
Slowly we descended that mount of desolation； lingeringly； as though the brooding eyes of Norhala were not yet sated with destruction。 Of human life； of green life； of life of any kind there was none。
Man and tree； woman and flower； babe and bud； palace； temple and homeNorhala had stamped flat。 She had crushed them wit