rs.undertheandes-第18部分
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irled and swayed and bent the figure of a woman。
Her limbs and body； which were covered only by long； flowing strands of golden hair； shone and glistened strangely in the lurid； weird light。 And of all the ten thousand reflections that shot at us from the length of the column not one was so brilliant； so blinding； as the wild glow of her eyes。
Her arms； upraised above her head； kept time with and served as a key to every movement of her white； supple body。 She glided across； back and forth； now this way； now that； to the very edge of the dizzy height； with wild abandon； or slow； measured grace； or the rushing sweep of a panther。
The thing was beauty incarnate…the very idea of beauty itself realized and perfected。 It was staggering； overwhelming。 Have you ever stood before a great painting or a beautiful statue and felt a thrill…the thrill of perception…run through your body to the very tips of your fingers？
Well； imagine that thrill multiplied a thousandfold and you will understand the sensation that overpowered me as I beheld； in the midst of that dazzling blaze of light； the matchless Dance of the Sun。
For I recognized it at once。 I had never seen it； but it had been minutely described to me…described by a beautiful and famous woman as I sat on the deck of a yacht steaming into the harbor of Callao。
She had promised me then that she would dance it for me some day… I looked at Harry； who had remained standing beside me； gazing as I had gazed。 His eyes were opened wide； staring at the swaying figure on the column in the most profound astonishment。
He took his hand from my shoulder and stood erect； alone； and I saw the light of recognition and hope and deepest joy slowly fill his eyes and spread over his face。 Then I realized the danger； and I endeavored once more to put my arm round his shoulder； but he shook me off with hot impatience。 He leaped forward with the quickness of lightning； eluding my frantic grasp； and dashed straight into the circle of blazing light！
I followed； but too late。 At the edge of the lake he stopped； and； stretching forth his arms toward the dancer on the column； he cried out in a voice that made the cavern ring：
〃Desiree！ Desiree！ Desiree！〃
Chapter IX。
BEFORE THE COURT。
I expected I know not what result from Harry's hysterical rashness： confusion； pandemonium； instant death； but none of these followed。
I had reached his side and stood by him at the edge of the lake； where he had halted。 Desiree Le Mire stopped short in the midst of the mad sweep of the Dance of the Sun。
For ten silent； tense seconds she looked down at us from the top of the lofty column； bending dangerously near its edge。 Her form straightened and was stretched to its fullest height； her white； superb body was distinctly outlined against the black background of the upper cavern。 Then she stepped backward slowly； without taking her eyes from us。
Suddenly as we gazed she appeared to sink within the column itself and in another instant disappeared from view。
We stood motionless； petrified； how long I know not。 Then I turned and faced our own danger。 It was time。
The Incas…for I was satisfied of the identity of the creatures…had left their seats of granite and advanced to the edge of the lake。 Not a sound was heard…no mand from voice or trumpet or reed； they moved as with one impulse and one brain。
We were utterly helpless； for they numbered thousands。 And weak and starving as we were； a single pair of them would have been more than a match for us。
I looked at Harry； the reaction from his moment of superficial energy was already upon him。 His body swayed slightly from side to side； and he would have fallen if I had not supported him with my arm。 There we stood； waiting。
Then for the first time I saw the ruler of the scene。 The Incas had stopped and stood motionless。 Suddenly they dropped to their knees and extended their arms…I thought…toward us； but something in their attitude told me the truth。 I wheeled sharply and saw the object of their adoration。
Built into the granite wall of the cavern； some thirty feet from the ground； was a deep alcove。 At each side of the entrance was an urn resting on a ledge； similar to those on the columns； only smaller； from which issued a mounting flame。
On the floor of the alcove was a massive chair； or throne； which seemed to be itself of fire； so brilliant was the glow of the metal of which it was constructed。 It could have been nothing but gold。 And seated on this throne was an ugly； misshapen dwarf。
〃God save the king！〃 I cried； with a hysterical laugh； and in the profound silence my voice rang from one side of the cavern to the other in racing echoes。
Immediately following my cry the figure on the throne arose； and as he did so the creatures round us fell flat on their faces on the ground。 For several seconds the king surveyed them thus； without a sound or movement； then suddenly he stretched forth his hand in a gesture of dismissal。 They rose as one man and with silent swiftness disappeared； seemingly melting away into the walls of rock。 At the time the effect was amazing； later； when I discovered the innumerable lanes and passages which served as exits； it was not so difficult to understand。
We were apparently left alone； but not for long。 From two stone stairways immediately in front of us； which evidently led to the alcove above； came forth a crowd of rushing forms。 In an instant they were upon us； but if they expected resistance they were disappointed。
At the first impact we fell。 And in another moment we had been raised in their long； hairy arms and were carried swiftly from the cavern。 Scarcely five minutes had elapsed since we had first entered it
They did not take us far。 Down a broad passage directly away from the cavern； then a turn to the right； and again one to the left。 There they dropped us； quite as though we were bundles of merchandise； without a word。
By this time I had fairly recovered my wits…small wonder if that amazing scene had stunned them…and I knew what I wanted。 As the brute that had been carrying me turned to go I caught his arm。
He hesitated； and I could feel his eyes on me； for we were again in darkness。
But he could see…I thanked Heaven for it…and I began a most expressive pantomime； stuffing my fingers in my mouth and gnawing at them energetically。 This I alternated with the action of one drinking from a basin。 I hadn't the slightest idea whether he understood me； he turned and disappeared without a sign…at least； without an audible one。
But the creature possessed intelligence； for I had barely had time to turn to Harry and ascertain that he was at least alive； when the patter of returning footsteps was heard。 They approached； there was the clatter of stone on the ground beside us。
I stood eagerly； a platter； heaped； and a vessel； full！ I think I cried out with joy。
〃e； Harry lad； eat！〃
He was too weak to move； but when I tore some of the dried fish into fragments and fed it to him he devoured it ravenously。
Then he asked for water； and I held the basin to his lips。
We ate as little as it is possible for men to eat who have fasted for many days； for the stuff had a sharp； concentrated taste that remended moderation。 And； besides； we were not certain of getting more。
I wrapped the remainder carefully in my poncho； leaving the platter empty； and lay down to rest； using the poncho for a pillow。
I had enough； assuredly； to keep me awake； but there are bounds beyond which nature cannot go。 I slept close by Harry's side； with my arm across his body； that any movement of his might awaken me。
When I awoke Harry was still asleep； and I did not disturb him。 I myself must have slept many hours； for I felt considerably refreshed and very hungry。 And thirsty； assuredly the provender of those hairy brutes would have been most excellent stuff for the free…lunch counter of a saloon。
I unwrapped the poncho； then； crawling on my hands and knees； searched about the ground。 As I had expected； I found another full platter and basin。 I had just set the latter down after taking a hearty drink when I heard Harry's voice。
〃Paul。〃
〃Here； lad。〃
〃I was afraid you h
