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The altar was laved in the glow now； and the astounded features of Gorulga stood out in sharp relief。 Then the mysterious space behind the altar swam into the widening illumination。 And slowly with the crawling light； figures became visible； like shapes growing out of the night and silence。
At first they seemed like gray stone statues； those motionless shapes； hairy； man…like； yet hideously human； but their eyes were alive； cold sparks of gray icy fire。 And as the weird glow lit their bestial countenances； Gorulga screamed and fell backward； throwing up his long arms in a gesture of frenzied horror。
But a longer arm shot across the altar and a misshapen hand locked on his throat。 Screaming and fighting； the high priest was dragged back across the altar； a hammer…like fist smashed down； and Gorulga's cries were stilled。 Limp and broken he sagged cross the altar； his brains oozing from his crushed skull。 And then the servants of Bit…Yakin surged like a bursting flood from Hell on the black priests who stood like horror…blasted images。
Then there was slaughter； grim and appalling。
Conan saw black bodies tossed like chaff in the inhuman hands of the slayers； against whose horrible strength and agility the daggers and swords of the priests were ineffective。 He saw men lifted bodily and their heads cracked open against the stone altar。 He saw a flaming torch； grasped in a monstrous hand； thrust inexorably down the gullet of an agonized wretch who writhed in vain against the arms that pinioned him。 He saw a man torn in two pieces； as one might tear a chicken； and the bloody fragments hurled clear across the cavern。 The massacre was as short and devastating as the rush of a hurricane。 In a burst of red abysmal ferocity it was over； except for one wretch who fled screaming back the way the priests had e； pursued by a swarm of blood…dabbled shapes of horror which reached out their red…smeared hands for him。 Fugitive and pursuers vanished down the black tunnel； and the screams of the human came back dwindling and confused by the distance。
Muriela was on her knees clutching Conan's legs； her face pressed against his knee and her eyes tightly shut。 She was a quaking； quivering mold of abject terror。 But Conan was galvanized。 A quick glance across at the aperture where the stars shone； a glance down at the chest that still blazed open on the blood…smeared altar； and he saw and seized the desperate gamble。
〃I'm going after that chest！〃 he grated。 〃Stay here！〃
〃Oh； Mitra； no！〃 In an agony of fright she fell to the floor and caught at his sandals。 〃Don't！ Don't！ Don't leave me！〃
〃Lie still and keep your mouth shut！〃 he snapped； disengaging himself from her frantic clasp。
He disregarded the tortuous stair。 He dropped from ledge to ledge with reckless haste。 There was no sign of the monsters as his feet hit the floor。 A few of the torches still flared in their sockets； the phosphorescent glow throbbed and quivered； and the river flowed with an almost articulate muttering； scintillant with undreamed radiances。 The glow that had heralded the appearance of the servants had vanished with them。 Only the light of the jewels in the brass chest shimmered and quivered。
He snatched the chest； noting its contents in one lustful glance…strange； curiously shapen stones that burned with an icy； non…terrestrial fire。 He slammed the lid； thrust the chest under his arm； and ran back up the steps。 He had no desire to encounter the hellish servants of Bit…Yakin。 His glimpse of them in action had dispelled any ilusion concerning their fighting ability。 Why they had waited so long before striking at the invaders he was unable to say。 What human could guess the motives or thoughts of these monstrosities？ That they were possessed of craft and intelligence equal to humanity had been demonstrated。 And there on the cavern floor lay crimson proof of their bestial ferocity。
The Corinthian girl still cowered on the gallery where he had left her。 He caught her wrist and yanked her to her feet； grunting： 〃I guess it's time to go！〃
Too bemused with terror to be fully aware of what was going on； the girl suffered herself to be led across the dizzy span。 It was not until they were poised over the rushing water that she looked down； voiced a startled yelp and would have fallen but for Conan's massive arm about her。 Growling an objurgation in her ear； he snatched her up under his free arm and swept her； in a flutter of limply waving arms and legs； across the arch and into the aperture that opened at the other end。 Without bothering to set her on her feet； he hurried through the short tunnel into which this aperture opened。 An instant later they emerged upon a narrow ledge on the outer side of the cliffs that circled the valley。 Less than a hundred feet below them the jungle waved in the starlight。
Looking down； Conan vented a gusty sigh of relief。 He believed he could negotiate the descent； even though burdened with the jewels and the girl； although he doubted if even he； unburdened； could have ascended at that spot。 He set the chest； still smeared with Gorulga's blood and clotted with his brains； on the ledge； and was about to remove his girdle in order to tie the box to his back； when he was galvanized by a sound behind him； a sound sinister and unmistakable。
〃Stay here！〃 he snapped at the bewildered Corinthian girl。 〃Don't move！〃 And drawing his sword； he glided into the tunnel； glaring back into the cavern。
Half…way across the upper span he saw a gray deformed shape。 One of the servants of Bit…Yakin was on his trail。 There was no doubt that the brute had seen them and was following them。 Conan did not hesitate。 It might be easier to defend the mouth of the tunnel…but this fight must be finished quickly； before the other servants could return。
He ran out on the span； straight toward the oning monster。 It was no ape； neither was it a man。 It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious； nameless jungles of the south； where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of man； and drums thundered in temples that had never known the tread of a human foot。 How the ancient Pelishti had gained lordship over them…and with it eternal exile from humanity…was a foul riddle about which Conan did not care to speculate； even if he had had opportunity。
Man and monster； they met at the highest arch of the span； where； a hundred feet below； rushed the furious black water。 As the monstrous shape with it leprous gray body and the features of a carven； unhuman idol loomed over him； Conan struck as a wounded tiger strikes； with every ounce of thew and fury behind the blow。 That stroke would have sheared a human body asunder； but the bones of the servant of Bit…Yakin were like tempered steel。 Yet even tempered steel could not wholly have withstood that furious stroke。 Ribs and shoulder…bone parted and blood spouted from the great gash。
There was no time for a second stroke。 Before the Cimmerian could lift his blade again or spring clear； the sweep of a giant arm knocked him from the span as a fly is flicked from a wall。 As he plunged downward the rush of the river was like a knell i