Chapter 15

The Giddy Bridge

Just for a moment that hostile pause endured.  I suppose that both we and the Selenites did some very rapid thinking.  My clearest impression was that there was nothing to put my back against, and that we were bound to be surrounded and killed.  The overwhelming folly of our presence there loomed over me in black, enormous reproach.  Why had I ever launched myself on this mad, inhuman expedition?

Cavor came to my side and laid his hand on my arm.  His pale and terrified face was ghastly in the blue light.

“We can’t do anything,” he said.  “It’s a mistake.  They don’t understand.  We must go.  As they want us to go.”

I looked down at him, and then at the fresh Selenites who were coming to help their fellows.  “If I had my hands free—­”

“It’s no use,” he panted.

“No.”

“We’ll go.”

And he turned about and led the way in the direction that had been indicated for us.

I followed, trying to look as subdued as possible, and feeling at the chains about my wrists.  My blood was boiling.  I noted nothing more of that cavern, though it seemed to take a long time before we had marched across it, or if I noted anything I forgot it as I saw it.  My thoughts were concentrated, I think, upon my chains and the Selenites, and particularly upon the helmeted ones with the goads.  At first they marched parallel with us, and at a respectful distance, but presently they were overtaken by three others, and then they drew nearer, until they were within arms length again.  I winced like a beaten horse as they came near to us.  The shorter, thicker Selenite marched at first on our right flank, but presently came in front of us again.

How well the picture of that grouping has bitten into my brain; the back of Cavor’s downcast head just in front of me, and the dejected droop of his shoulders, and our guide’s gaping visage, perpetually jerking about him, and the goad-bearers on either side, watchful, yet open-mouthed—­a blue monochrome.  And after all, I do remember one other thing besides the purely personal affair, which is, that a sort of gutter came presently across the floor of the cavern, and then ran along by the side of the path of rock we followed.  And it was full of that same bright blue luminous stuff that flowed out of the great machine.  I walked close beside it, and I can testify it radiated not a particle of heat.  It was brightly shining, and yet it was neither warmer nor colder than anything else in the cavern.

Clang, clang, clang, we passed right under the thumping levers of another vast machine, and so came at last to a wide tunnel, in which we could even hear the pad, pad, of our shoeless feet, and which, save for the trickling thread of blue to the right of us, was quite unlit.  The shadows made gigantic travesties of our shapes and those of the Selenites on the irregular wall and roof of the tunnel.  Ever and again crystals in the walls of the tunnel scintillated like gems, ever and again the tunnel expanded into a stalactitic cavern, or gave off branches that vanished into darkness.