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"
We
ca
n't
do
anything
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
's
a
mistake
.
They
do
n'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
.
