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.Watching Zama Khan, Brak let his thick yellow brows hook together in aferocious scowl.The old man licked his lips."The bargain," he said softly, his green eyes bright."The bargain is to openthe doors."Turning, Brak pushed his shoulder against the right-hand door of silver.Itsquealed faintly, moved hardly at all.He braced his palms against the door, pushed harder.The muscles in his mightyshoulders and brawny arms corded, pulsed, jumped.His hands grew damp withsweat.He had to stop and wipe them on the garment of lion's-hide at hiswaist.He pushed harder, still harder.His forehead began to hurt.The door opened ahand's width, then two.Foul fetid air gushed out.Zama Khan's breathing was dry, intense behind him.Brak pushed with all his might.His belly muscles corded.His thews strained.Three hand's widths & Four."A little more!" Zama Khan cried; straining forward with the torch."A littlemore and the bargain is accomplished."Brak threw his whole body against the door, felt it sway, give a squeal oftortured fittings, lurch inward.Simultaneously, Dareet's scream rose up:"Brak!"Long yellow braid swinging, the gigantic barbarian spun.Zama Khan had thrustthe torch into a rusty iron wall bracket.The half-moon dagger blazed, arcinghigher, higher, as Zama Khan's robes flowed out behind him, driven by the rushof his charge."I've kept my word," he was babbling, his white teeth ashine with spittle."The bargain is ended and only I will go through the doors to the ivory chestof & "The whirling broadsword blade in Brak's two hands cut off Zama Khan's words ina shower of blood, and cut off half his head, too.For one insane instant, Brak saw the corpse still alive.It wobbled before himon its curl-toed slippers, the light of treachery dying in its green eyes asits head hung half-severed on its neck.Then Zama Khan's robes were showeredwith the blood that fountained up and out of his neck.His hands opened and hedropped the half-moon dagger and the tablets of Juhad.The clay tablets smashed apart.The light that followed the clap of noise when the tablets broke was white aslightning, searing-white.Brak was hurled back against the wall.Dareetshrieked wildly.Beyond the silver door standing half open, that blazingbrilliance bloomed.An ivory chest that had been fused upon a stone blockbecame a billow of smoking thunder.Green flowers grew in the radiance, then crumbled and fell apart in midair,dripping down like green rain.Shaking with terror, Brak stumbled across theantechamber.The very foundations of the great pillar began to rock.The veryair seemed to swirl and darken with a rush of wind.Then, from somewhere, a ghastly screaming chorus of thousands upon thousandsof cursed, condemned souls began to wail and howl."The place will collapse," Brak yelled, seizing Dareet's thin arm, draggingher along toward the stairs, pulling her upward."The shattered tablets brokethe curse.But they must have broken something more, because & "Milk white and round, great eyes stared at Brak from the head of the stairs.Beneath the surfaces of the transparent veins twisting obscenely over thehumped body of T'muk, pale blue liquids flowed and pulsed.Clacka-clacka-clacka went the mouth.Two of its feelers dangling useless, TheThing Which Crawls came limping downward toward the enemy who had hurt it."Back, girl!" the big barbarian cried."Hide at the bottom."Page 55 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"The pillar is shaking, the earth is trembling," Dareet moaned."Go!" Brak bawled."There is no other way out of & "Clacka-clacka-clacka.The Thing Which Crawls came down and around on thestairs, its vile body jammed between the walls, its feelers waving.Brakcharged up half-a-dozen steps, raised the broadsword over his head.Then coldpit-terror claimed him.Bring the blade down upon a feeler, cut one of the thing's evil, worm-like,lashing arms, and the ichor would flood again.Zama Khan was dead.And only Zama Khan knew how to mix the healing poultice.Brak was wracked with the agony of uncertainty.Clacka-clacka-clacka [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Watching Zama Khan, Brak let his thick yellow brows hook together in aferocious scowl.The old man licked his lips."The bargain," he said softly, his green eyes bright."The bargain is to openthe doors."Turning, Brak pushed his shoulder against the right-hand door of silver.Itsquealed faintly, moved hardly at all.He braced his palms against the door, pushed harder.The muscles in his mightyshoulders and brawny arms corded, pulsed, jumped.His hands grew damp withsweat.He had to stop and wipe them on the garment of lion's-hide at hiswaist.He pushed harder, still harder.His forehead began to hurt.The door opened ahand's width, then two.Foul fetid air gushed out.Zama Khan's breathing was dry, intense behind him.Brak pushed with all his might.His belly muscles corded.His thews strained.Three hand's widths & Four."A little more!" Zama Khan cried; straining forward with the torch."A littlemore and the bargain is accomplished."Brak threw his whole body against the door, felt it sway, give a squeal oftortured fittings, lurch inward.Simultaneously, Dareet's scream rose up:"Brak!"Long yellow braid swinging, the gigantic barbarian spun.Zama Khan had thrustthe torch into a rusty iron wall bracket.The half-moon dagger blazed, arcinghigher, higher, as Zama Khan's robes flowed out behind him, driven by the rushof his charge."I've kept my word," he was babbling, his white teeth ashine with spittle."The bargain is ended and only I will go through the doors to the ivory chestof & "The whirling broadsword blade in Brak's two hands cut off Zama Khan's words ina shower of blood, and cut off half his head, too.For one insane instant, Brak saw the corpse still alive.It wobbled before himon its curl-toed slippers, the light of treachery dying in its green eyes asits head hung half-severed on its neck.Then Zama Khan's robes were showeredwith the blood that fountained up and out of his neck.His hands opened and hedropped the half-moon dagger and the tablets of Juhad.The clay tablets smashed apart.The light that followed the clap of noise when the tablets broke was white aslightning, searing-white.Brak was hurled back against the wall.Dareetshrieked wildly.Beyond the silver door standing half open, that blazingbrilliance bloomed.An ivory chest that had been fused upon a stone blockbecame a billow of smoking thunder.Green flowers grew in the radiance, then crumbled and fell apart in midair,dripping down like green rain.Shaking with terror, Brak stumbled across theantechamber.The very foundations of the great pillar began to rock.The veryair seemed to swirl and darken with a rush of wind.Then, from somewhere, a ghastly screaming chorus of thousands upon thousandsof cursed, condemned souls began to wail and howl."The place will collapse," Brak yelled, seizing Dareet's thin arm, draggingher along toward the stairs, pulling her upward."The shattered tablets brokethe curse.But they must have broken something more, because & "Milk white and round, great eyes stared at Brak from the head of the stairs.Beneath the surfaces of the transparent veins twisting obscenely over thehumped body of T'muk, pale blue liquids flowed and pulsed.Clacka-clacka-clacka went the mouth.Two of its feelers dangling useless, TheThing Which Crawls came limping downward toward the enemy who had hurt it."Back, girl!" the big barbarian cried."Hide at the bottom."Page 55 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"The pillar is shaking, the earth is trembling," Dareet moaned."Go!" Brak bawled."There is no other way out of & "Clacka-clacka-clacka.The Thing Which Crawls came down and around on thestairs, its vile body jammed between the walls, its feelers waving.Brakcharged up half-a-dozen steps, raised the broadsword over his head.Then coldpit-terror claimed him.Bring the blade down upon a feeler, cut one of the thing's evil, worm-like,lashing arms, and the ichor would flood again.Zama Khan was dead.And only Zama Khan knew how to mix the healing poultice.Brak was wracked with the agony of uncertainty.Clacka-clacka-clacka [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]