rh.conanthewarrior-第9部分
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g； Valeria's flesh crawled between her shoulders in momentary expectation of a sword…thrust in the dark。 But for Conan's iron fingers gripping her arm she had no physical cognizance of her panions。 Neither made as much noise as a cat would have made。 The darkness was absolute。 One hand； outstretched； touched a wall； and occasionally she felt a door under her fingers。 The hallway seemed interminable。
Suddenly they were galvanized by a sound behind them。 Valeria's flesh crawled anew； for she recognized it as the soft opening of a door。 Men had e into the corridor behind them。 Even with the thought she stumbled over something that felt like a human skull。 It rolled across the floor with an appalling clatter。
〃Run！〃 yelped Techotl； a note of hysteria in his voice； and was away down the corridor like a flying ghost。
Again Valeria felt Conan's hand bearing her up and sweeping her along as they raced after their guide。 Conan could see in the dark no better than she； but he possessed a sort of instinct that made his course unerring。 Without his support and guidance she would have fallen or stumbled against the wall。 Down the corridor they sped； while the swift patter of flying feet drew closer and closer； and then suddenly Techotl panted： 〃Here is the stair！ After me； quick！ Oh； quick！〃
His hand came out of the dark and caught Valeria's wrist as she stumbled blindly on the steps。 She felt herself half dragged； half lifted up the winding stair； while Conan released her and turned on the steps； his ears and instincts telling him their foes were hard at their backs。 And the sounds were not all those of human feet。
Something came writhing up the steps； something that slithered and rustled and brought a chill in the air with it。 Conan lashed down with his great sword and felt the blade shear through something that might have been flesh and bone； and cut deep into the stair beneath。 Something touched his foot that chilled like the touch of frost； and then the darkness beneath him was disturbed by a frightful thrashing and lashing； and a man cried out in agony。
The next moment Conan was racing up the winding staircase； and through a door that stood open at the head。
Valeria and Techotl were already through； and Techotl slammed the door and shot a bolt across it…the first Conan had seen since they had left the outer gate。
Then he turned and ran across the well…lighted chamber into which they had e； and as they passed through the farther door； Conan glanced back and saw the door groaning and straining under heavy pressure violently applied from the other side。
Though Techotl did not abate either his speed or his caution； he seemed more confident now。 He had the air of a man who had e into familiar territory； within call of friends。
But Conan renewed his terror by asking： 〃What was that thing I fought on the stairs？〃
〃The men of Xotalanc；〃 answered Techotl； without looking back。 〃I told you the halls were full of them。〃
〃This wasn't a man；〃 grunted Conan。 〃It was something that crawled； and it was as cold as ice to the touch。 I think I cut it asunder。 It fell back on the men who were following us； and must have killed one of them in its death throes。〃
Techotl's head jerked back； his face ashy again。 Convulsively he quickened his pace。
〃It was the Crawler！ A monster they have brought out of the catabs to aid them！ What it is； we do not know； but we have found our people hideously slain by it。 In Set's name； hasten！ If they put it on our trail； it will follow us to the very doors of Tecuhltli！〃
〃I doubt it；〃 grunted Conan。 〃That was a shrewd cut I dealt it on the stair。〃
〃Hasten！ Hasten！〃 groaned Techotl。
They ran through a series of green…lit chambers； traversed a broad hall； and halted before a giant bronze door。
Techotl said： 〃This is Tecuhltli！〃
3。 The People of the Feud
Techotl smote on the bronze door with his clenched hand； and then turned sidewise； so that he could watch back along the hall。
〃Men have been smitten down before this door； when they thought they were safe；〃 he said。
〃Why don't they open the door？〃 asked Conan。
〃They are looking at us through the Eye；〃 answered Techotl。 〃They are puzzled at the sight of you。〃 He lifted his voice and called： 〃Open the door； Excelan！ It is I； Techotl； with friends from the great world beyond the forest！…They will open；〃 he assured his allies。
〃They'd better do it in a hurry； then；〃 said Conan grimly。 〃I hear something crawling along the floor beyond the hall。〃
Techotl went ashy again and attacked the door with his fists； screaming： 〃Open； you fools； open！ The Crawler is at our heels！〃
Even as he beat and shouted； the great bronze door swung noiselessly back； revealing a heavy chain across the entrance； over which spearheads bristled and fierce countenances regarded them intently for an instant。 Then the chain was dropped and Techotl grasped the arms of his friends in a nervous frenzy and fairly dragged them over the threshold。 A glance over his shoulder just as the door was closing showed Conan the long dim vista of the hall； and dimly framed at the other end an ophidian shape that writhed slowly and painfully into view； flowing in a dull…hued length from a chamber door； its hideous bloodstained head wagging drunkenly。 Then the closing door shut off the view。
Inside the square chamber into which they had e heavy bolts were drawn across the foor； and the chain locked into place。 The door was made to stand the battering of a siege。 Four men stood on guard； of the same lank…haired； dark…skinned breed as Techotl； with spears in their hands and swords at their hips。 In the wall near the door there was a plicated contrivance of mirrors which Conan guessed was the Eye Techotl had mentioned； so arranged that a narrow； crystal…paned slot in the wall could be looked through from within without being discernible from without。 The four guardsmen stared at the strangers with wonder； but asked no question； nor did Techotl vouchsafe any information。 He moved with easy confidence now； as if he had shed his cloak of indecision and fear the instant he crossed the threshold。
〃e！〃 he urged his new…found friends； but Conan glanced toward the door。
〃What about those fellows who were following us？ Won't they try to storm that door？〃
Techotl shook his head。
〃They know they cannot break down the Door of the Eagle。 They will flee back to Xotalanc； with their crawling fiend。 e！ I will take you to the rulers of Tecuhltli。〃
One of the four guards opened the door opposite the one by which they had entered； and they passed through into a hallway wich； like most of the rooms on that level； was lighted by both the slot…like skylights and the clusters of winking fire…gems。 But unlike the other rooms they had traversed； this hall showed evidences of occupation。 Velvet tapestries adorned the glossy jade walls； rich rugs were on the crimson floors； and the ivory seats； benches and divans were littered with satin cushions。
The hall ended in an ornate door； before which stood no guard。 Without ceremony Techotl thrust the door open and ushered his friends into a broad chamber； where some thirty dark…skinned men and women lounged on satin…covered couches sprang up with exclamations of amazement。
The men； all except one； were of the same type as Techotl； and the women were equally dark and strange…eyed； though not unbeautiful in a weird dark way。 They wore sandals； golden breastplates； and scanty silk skirts supported by gem…crusted girdles； and their black manes； cut square at their naked shoulders； were bound with silver circlets。
On a wide ivory seat on a jade dais sat a man and a woman who differed subtly from the others。 He was a giant； with an enormous sweep of breast and the shoulders of a bull。 Unlike the others； he was bearded； with a thick； blue…black beard which fell almost to his broad girdle。 He wore a robe of purple silk which reflected changing sheens of color with his every movement； and one wide sleeve； drawn back to his elbow； revealed a forearm massive with corded muscles。 The band which confined his blue…black locks was set with glittering jewels。
The woman beside him sprang to her feet with a startled exclamation as the strangers entered； and her eyes； passing over Conan； fixed themselves with burning intensity on Valeria。 She was tall and lithe； by far the most beautiful woman in the room。 She was clad more scantily even than the others； for instead of a skirt she wore merely a broad strip of gilt…worked purple cloth fastened to the middle of her girdle which fell below her knees。 Another strip at the back of her girdle pleted that part of her costume； which she wore with a cynical indifference。 Her breast…plates and the circlet about her temples were adorned with gems。 In her eyes alone of all the dark…skinned people there lurked no brooding gleam of madness。 She spoke no word after her first exclamation； she stood tensely； her hands clenched； staring at Valeria。
The man on the ivory seat had not risen。
〃Prince Olmec；〃 spoke Techotl； bowing low； with arms outspread and the palms of his hands turned upward； 〃I bring allies
