sheritepper.necromancer nine-第29部分
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There were shriekings and clatterings from within； and then the mouth opened to extrude its long metal tongue。 Grooved tracks divided it lengthwise； tracks into which the flatcar had fit。 The Fatwagon did not fit these； but I managed to straddle them with my own wheels as I followed the Dupey shape up the ramp and into the place beyond。 I had expected a tunnel； a place not unlike the catabs beneath Bannerwell。 This place was not what I had expected。
The walls were metal； long sheets of it； dim and slightly glossy； polished at one time but now faintly fogged with time。 At intervals the metal was interrupted by panels of glass； many of them broken； the shards lying upon the floor of the way。 Behind some of the intact glasses were greenish lights； feeble； sickly lights。 It was enough to find one's way by； not truly enough to see by； so we strained to see； pushed at the dimness with our minds； grew fractious and annoyed in the effort。 Above us the metal panels extended to a high； curved ceiling； and in this were screened holes emitting sighs and drips； moody winds and dampness smelling of rot。 Something in the place tried to help us by lighting the way ahead； darkening the way behind。 Each effort was acpanied by frustrated clicks and whinings； often with no result except to plunge us into darkness。 Then there would be running noises； hummings； squeals as of slaughtered belts or gears； and light would e again； only to go off again when it was most inconvenient。
〃Gamelords；〃 said Mavin in fury。 〃Why can't the place ignore us and let us be。〃 At the sound of her voice the clickings and hummings redoubled in inefficient clatter。 She stopped。 forehead furrowed。 〃It hears me。〃
〃Tell it to turn the lights on and leave them on。〃 I grated between my teeth。 At my words the spotty lights went on down the whole length of the… corridor and all the noises stopped。 We looked at one another； expecting some other thing to happen； but silence succeeded silence； dripping water fell behind us。 small breezes beat damply into our faces。 We went on。 The lights stayed on and there were no more of the noises。 〃Someone heard us；〃 I said。
〃Something heard us；〃 she corrected。 〃This is a place of magicians。 A place of mechanisms。 Like the machine which unloaded the cargo； things created to fulfill special functions。〃
〃They do not do it well；〃 I mented； half angrily。 The wheels of the Fatwagon had begun to squeal。 Mavin reached over with the can of oil she had taken from Dupey's body and the squeak faded to a high shriek at the very limits of perception。 It set my teeth on edge。 Our journey was not helped by the fact that we had e to side corridors； branching ways； each helpfully lit into dim distances。
〃The tracks。〃 Mavin said； noting my confusion。 I saw then that the grooves in the floor did not go into the side corridors。 I flushed。 I should have seen that； as she had。 We went on； as quietly as we could； the endless corridor fading behind us into phosphorescent distance； an equal tunnel always ahead； no change； no variation except in the pattern of broken glass or the shape of the puddles under the dripping vents。 We had brought food with us。 Twice we stopped to fetch it forth and nibble as we went on。 My internal clock said that half a day had gone； or more。 The corridor did not seem to curve； and we had walked far enough to e under the mountains which had been visible from the pinnacle。
〃Snowfast Range；〃 Mavin said。 〃We call them the Forbidden Mountains； full of glaciers and crevasses。 We have a long history of explorers going into the Snowfasts and not returning。 。
Then we stopped； confused。 The tracks divided into three before us； one going on down the endless corridor； another swerving right down a long declivity； one going left up a long slope into the dark。 I could not kneel； so Mavin did； peering at the tracks to see which ones evidenced wear； which were dimmed with corrosion。 She gestured us off to the left。 When we entered that way； the lights came on； fewer of them than in the way we had left； but still enough that we could avoid stumbling over the fragments of ceiling which littered the middle of the way。
Now side corridors led off with increasing frequency。 We begàn to hear sounds； murmurs； buzzing as of machinery or distant voices in conversation。 Mavin began a little song； silly and repetitive； the kind of thing the Dupies would have sung for themselves； discordantly twin…voiced。 She had mastered the shape at last and was able to make both heads move and speak。 From deep within me the voice of Didir came in a faint sigh； 〃Persons； nearing； beware。〃 I passed the warning on to Mavin； who needed it not。 Neither of us were surprised when we were confronted； though both of us took pains to simulate paroxysms of hysteria as we knew our shapes would have done。
Black they were； pale faces showing like moons against the dark； bodies and limbs hidden beneath the straight black dresses they wore； hair and ears hidden beneath square black caps which rode upon their heads like balanced boxes； held there by tight cloths which came down over the ears； under the throat； down the back of the neck。 Around each wrist was a metal band； and upon each hand a fingerless glove。 Against all that black the fingers squirmed like worms in gravesoil； and the faces peered at us without expression。 We backed away； gibbering in our pretended fright； and one of them spoke。
〃Well； Shear； monsters escaped from the pits？ How e here？ And why？〃
〃I have no idea； Dean Manacle。 None。 But they are not going from the pits； you will note； but toward them。
Mavin chose this moment to say； 〃Oh； Dupies need to talk to Tallman； good Tallman will help Dupies。 Dupies got into the mumble mouths； we did； came to find Tallman。 。
〃Oh； do not be in a temper； great sirs；〃 I managed to gulp。 〃The calling machine did not function； and we have word。〃
〃Dupies say 'Patience； patience'；〃 Mavin went on； wickedly。 〃Fatman says we must find Tallman； oh； good Tallman； to tell Dupies what to do。
〃Creatures from some portal；〃 said the one called Shear。 〃That is why they go toward the pits。 Creatures from some portal who have e into the base in search of their hitch。〃
〃An inescapable hypothesis； Shear。 Also； an interesting occurrence。 One worthy of note。 Perhaps a small monograph？ However； practicality dictates that they not be allowed to remain here。 Will you call for removers？〃
〃Certainly； Dean Manacle。 As you wish。〃
It was as though they heard nothing we said； as though we had chirped like birds or howled like fustigars to make some general noise without content。 Mavin realized it as soon as I did； and we both subsided into meaningless babble。 They took no notice of this； either。 The one called Shear fiddled with a wrist band； poking at tiny knobs upon it with a fierce display of concentration which even I could recognize as mannered。 Who were these strange ones？ Mavin made a face at me from Dupey's left head and went on with the nonsense sound she was making。 The two before us continued to converse as though we were not there。
We had not long to play this game。 A shrill shrieking set Fatman's ears on edge。 I damped the sound； a sound which seemed to acpany every machine which moved in this place。 A little cart came gravely around a corner； ridden by two replicas of Tallman； or perhaps by one replica and Tallman himself。 It did not matter； for the one called Manacle made it clear there was no difference； no distinction。
〃Tallmen！ There are two monsters here； probably from a portal。 See they are removed and that the Tallman responsible is sent to the pits。 The Tallmen did not reply。 I began to understand that the black…dressed ones； who must be those magicians we had heard so much of； did not hear words unless spoken by one of their own kind。 The treelike figures merely unfolded themselves from the cart and reached toward us with their hands。 A bolt of force； small and controlled； but nonetheless painful； struck us both。 We cried out； both Dupey heads in unison and Fatman in shock and surprise； a long harmonic of anguish。 We moved in the direction indicated。
〃Tallman；〃 I cried； 〃Fatman has news； news； listen Tallman to what Fatman has to say。〃
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