The unknown quantity : a book of romance and some half-told tales . the root? I dare, he cried, for I must. A thing builton cruelty, cemented with blood, and worm-eatenwith lies is hateful to me as to God. He lifted the pick and struck. Once! and thecastle trembled to its base and the servants ran outat the doors. Twice! and the tower swayed and a 264 STRONGHOLD cry of fear arose. Thrice! and the huge walls ofStronghold rocked and crashed and thundered downupon the sleeping town, burying it in wild ruin! Dead silence for an instant—and then, throughthe cloud of dust that hung above the flatten
The unknown quantity : a book of romance and some half-told tales . the root? I dare, he cried, for I must. A thing builton cruelty, cemented with blood, and worm-eatenwith lies is hateful to me as to God. He lifted the pick and struck. Once! and thecastle trembled to its base and the servants ran outat the doors. Twice! and the tower swayed and a 264 STRONGHOLD cry of fear arose. Thrice! and the huge walls ofStronghold rocked and crashed and thundered downupon the sleeping town, burying it in wild ruin! Dead silence for an instant—and then, throughthe cloud of dust that hung above the flattenedhouses, came a lamentable tumult. Voices of menand women and Httle children, shrieking in fear,groaning with pain, whimpering for pity, moaningin mortal anguish, rose like smoke from the pit be-neath the wreck of Stronghold. The young lord listened, dizzy and sick with hor-ror. Then he looked at the Nothingarian whoseeyes glittered wildly. He swung up the pickaxeagain. Curse you, he cried, why didnt you tell meof this.^ And he spHt his head down to the
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