those caves when she passed over them, and had noticed their likeness to the caves on Ngranek. Now she knew that the likeness was more than a chance one, for in these pictures were shewn their fearsome denizens; and those bat-wings, curving horns, barbed tails, prehensile paws and rubbery bodies were not strange to her. She had met those silent, flitting and clutching creatures before; those mindless guardians of the Great Abyss whom even the Great Ones fear, and who own not Nyarlathotep but hoary Nodens as their lord. For they were the dreaded night-gaunts, who never laugh or smile because they have no faces, and who flop unendingly in the dark betwixt the Vale of Pnath and the passes to the outer world.
The slant-eyed merchant had now prodded Carter into a great domed space whose walls were carved in shocking bas-reliefs, and whose centre held a gaping circular pit surrounded by six malignly stained stone altars in a ring. There was no light in this vast evil-smelling crypt, and the small lamp of the sinister merchant shone so feebly that one could grasp details only little by little. At the farther end was a high stone dais reached by five steps; and there on a golden throne sat a lumpish figure robed in yellow silk figured with red and having a yellow silken mask over its face. To this being the slant-eyed woman made certain signs with her hands, and the lurker in the dark replied by raising a disgustingly carven flute of ivory in silk-covered paws and blowing certain loathsome sounds from beneath its flowing yellow mask. This colloquy went on for some time, and to Carter there was something sickeningly familiar in the sound of that flute and the stench of the malodorous place. It made her think of a frightful red-litten city and of the revolting procession that once filed through it; of that, and of an awful climb through lunar countryside beyond, before the rescuing rush of earth's friendly cats. She knew that the creature on the dais was without doubt the High-Priest Not To Be Described, of which legend whispers such fiendish and abnormal possibilities, but she feared to think just what that abhorred High-Priest might be.
Then the figured silk slipped a trifle from one of the greyish-white paws, and Carter knew what the noisome High-Priest was. And in that hideous second, stark fear drove her to something her reason would never have dared to attempt, for in all her shaken consciousness there was room only for one frantic will to escape from what squatted on that golden throne. She knew that hopeless labyrinths of stone lay betwixt her and the cold table-land outside, and that even on that table-land the noxious Shantek still waited; yet in spite of all this there was in her mind only the instant need to get away from that wriggling, silk-robed monstrosity.
The slant-eyed woman had set the curious lamp upon one of the high and wickedly stained altar-stones by the pit, and had moved forward somewhat to talk to the High-Priest with her hands. Carter, hitherto wholly passive, now gave that woman a terrific push with all the wild strength of fear, so that the victim toppled at once into that gaping well which rumour holds to reach down to the hellish Vaults of Zin where Gugs hunt ghasts in the dark. In almost the same second she seized the lamp from the altar and darted out into the frescoed labyrinths, racing this way and that as chance determined and trying not to think of the stealthy padding of shapeless paws on the stones behind her, or of the silent wrigglings and crawlings which must be going on back there in lightless corridors.
After a few moments she regretted her thoughtless haste, and wished she had tried to follow backward the frescoes she had passed on the way in. True, they were so confused and duplicated that they could not have done her much good, but she wished none the less she had made the attempt. Those she now saw were even more horrible than those she had seen then, and she knew she was not in the corridors leading outside. In time she became quite sure she was not followed, and slackened her pace somewhat; but scarce had she breathed in half relief when a new peril beset her. Her lamp was waning, and she would soon be in pitch blackness with no means of sight or guidance.
When the light was all gone she groped slowly in the dark, and prayed to the Great Ones for such help as they might afford. At times she felt the stone floor sloping up or down, and once she stumbled over a step for which no reason seemed to exist. The farther she went the damper it seemed to be, and when she was able to feel a junction or the mouth of a side passage she always chose the way which sloped downward the least. She believed, though, that her general course was down; and the vault-like smell and incrustations on the greasy walls and floor alike warned her she was burrowing deep in Leng's unwholesome table-land. But there was not any warning of the thing which came at last; only the thing itself with its terror and shock and breath-taking chaos. One moment she was groping slowly over the slippery floor of an almost level place, and the next she was shooting dizzily downward in the dark through a burrow which must have been well-nigh vertical.
Of the length of that hideous sliding she could never be sure, but it seemed to take hours of delirious nausea and ecstatic frenzy. Then she realized she was still, with the phosphorescent clouds of a northern night shining sickly above her. All around were crumbling walls and broken columns, and the pavement on which she lay was pierced by straggling grass and wrenched asunder by frequent shrubs and roots. Behind her a basalt cliff rose topless and perpendicular; its dark side sculptured into repellent scenes, and pierced by an arched and carven entrance to the inner blacknesses out of which she had come. Ahead stretched double rows of pillars, and the fragments and pedestals of pillars, that spoke of a broad and bygone street; and from the urns and basins along the way she knew it had been a great street of gardens. Far off at its end the pillars spread to mark a vast round plaza, and in that open circle there loomed gigantic under the lurid night clouds a pair of monstrous things. Huge winged lions of diarite they were, with blackness and shadow between them. Full twenty feet they reared their grotesque and unbroken heads, and snarled derisive on the ruins around them. And Carter knew right well what they must be, for legend tells of only one such twain. They were the changeless guardians of the Great Abyss, and these dark ruins were in truth primordial Sarkomand.
Carter's first act was to close and barricade the archway in the cliff with fallen blocks and odd debris that lay around. She wished no follower from Leng's hateful monastery, for along the way ahead would lurk enough of other dangers. Of how to get from Sarkomand to the peopled parts of dreamland she knew nothing at all; nor could she gain much by descending to the grottoes of the ghouls, since she knew they were no better informed than she. The three ghouls which had helped her through the city of Gugs to the outer world had not known how to reach Sarkomand in their journey back, but had planned to ask old traders in Dylath-Leen. She did not like to think of going again to the subterrene world of Gugs and risking once more that hellish tower of Koth with its Cyclopean steps leading to the enchanted wood, yet she felt she might have to try this course if all else failed. Over Leng's plateau past the lone monastery she dared not go unaided; for the High-Priest's emissaries must be many, while at the journey's end there would no doubt be the Shantaks and perhaps other things to deal with. If she could get a boat she might sail back to Inquanok past the jagged and hideous rock in the sea, for the primal frescoes in the monastery labyrinth had shewn that this frightful place lies not far from Sarkomand's basalt quays. But to find a boat in this aeon-deserted city was no probable thing, and it did not appear likely that she could ever make one.
Such were the thoughts of Randy Carter when a new impression began beating upon her mind. All this while there had stretched before her the great corpse-like width of fabled Sarkomand with its black broken pillars and crumbling sphinx-crowned gates and titan stones and monstrous winged lions against the sickly glow of those luminous night clouds. Now she saw far ahead and on the right a glow that no clouds could account for, and knew she was not alone in the silence of that dead city. The glow rose and fell fitfully, flickering with a greenish tinge which did not reassure the watcher. And when she crept closer, down the littered street and through some narrow gaps between tumbled walls, she perceived that it was a campfire near the wharve
s with many vague forms clustered darkly around it; and a lethal odour hanging heavily over all. Beyond was the oily lapping of the harbour water with a great ship riding at anchor, and Carter paused in stark terror when she saw that the ship was indeed one of the dreaded black galleys from the moon.
Then, just as she was about to creep back from that detestable flame, she saw a stirring among the vague dark forms and heard a peculiar and unmistakable sound. It was the frightened meeping of a ghoul, and in a moment it had swelled to a veritable chorus of anguish. Secure as she was in the shadow of monstrous ruins, Carter allowed her curiosity to conquer her fear, and crept forward again instead of retreating. Once in crossing an open street she wriggled worm-like on her stomach, and in another place she had to rise to her feet to avoid making a noise among heaps of fallen marble. But always she succeeded in avoiding discovery, so that in a short time she had found a spot behind a titan pillar where she could watch the whole green-litten scene of action. There around a hideous fire