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But
the
colossal
Death
,
who
sits
at
the
head
of
the
board
,
is
far
older
than
that
,
and
,
unless
I
am
much
mistaken
,
owes
his
origin
to
the
same
artist
who
designed
the
three
Colossi
.
He
is
hewn
out
of
a
single
stalactite
,
and
,
looked
at
as
a
work
of
art
,
is
most
admirably
conceived
and
executed
.
Good
,
who
understands
such
things
,
declared
that
,
so
far
as
he
could
see
,
the
anatomical
design
of
the
skeleton
is
perfect
down
to
the
smallest
bones
.
My
own
idea
is
,
that
this
terrific
object
was
a
freak
of
fancy
on
the
part
of
some
old-world
sculptor
,
and
that
its
presence
had
suggested
to
the
Kukuanas
the
idea
of
placing
their
royal
dead
under
its
awful
presidency
.
Or
perhaps
it
was
set
there
to
frighten
away
any
marauders
who
might
have
designs
upon
the
treasure
chamber
beyond
.
I
can
not
say
.
All
I
can
do
is
to
describe
it
as
it
is
,
and
the
reader
must
form
his
own
conclusion
.
Such
,
at
any
rate
,
was
the
White
Death
and
such
were
the
White
Dead
!
While
we
were
engaged
in
recovering
from
our
fright
,
and
in
examining
the
grisly
wonders
of
the
Place
of
Death
,
Gagool
had
been
differently
occupied
.
Somehow
or
other
--
for
she
was
marvellously
active
when
she
chose
--
she
had
scrambled
on
to
the
great
table
,
and
made
her
way
to
where
our
departed
friend
Twala
was
placed
,
under
the
drip
,
to
see
,
suggested
Good
,
how
he
was
"
pickling
,
"
or
for
some
dark
purpose
of
her
own
.
Then
,
after
bending
down
to
kiss
his
icy
lips
as
though
in
affectionate
greeting
,
she
hobbled
back
,
stopping
now
and
again
to
address
the
remark
,
the
tenor
of
which
I
could
not
catch
,
to
one
or
other
of
the
shrouded
forms
,
just
as
you
or
I
might
welcome
an
old
acquaintance
.
Having
gone
through
this
mysterious
and
horrible
ceremony
,
she
squatted
herself
down
on
the
table
immediately
under
the
White
Death
,
and
began
,
so
far
as
I
could
make
out
,
to
offer
up
prayers
.
The
spectacle
of
this
wicked
creature
pouring
out
supplications
,
evil
ones
no
doubt
,
to
the
arch
enemy
of
mankind
,
was
so
uncanny
that
it
caused
us
to
hasten
our
inspection
.
"
Now
,
Gagool
,
"
said
I
,
in
a
low
voice
--
somehow
one
did
not
dare
to
speak
above
a
whisper
in
that
place
--
"
lead
us
to
the
chamber
.
"
The
old
witch
promptly
scrambled
down
from
the
table
.
"
My
lords
are
not
afraid
?
"
she
said
,
leering
up
into
my
face
.
"
Lead
on
.
"
"
Good
,
my
lords
;
"
and
she
hobbled
round
to
the
back
of
the
great
Death
.
"
Here
is
the
chamber
;
let
my
lords
light
the
lamp
,
and
enter
,
"
and
she
placed
the
gourd
full
of
oil
upon
the
floor
,
and
leaned
herself
against
the
side
of
the
cave
.
