For the first and the last
time the sword protruded harmless from the monster's throat when the
monk pressed the fatal stair, before stepping on it, with his iron bar.
The same day the machine was destroyed and cast into the Tiber, where
its victims had been thrown before it in former years.
*****
Some minutes have elapsed since we left the father and daughter standing
by the Pagan's side before the mouth of the vault; and as yet there
appears no change in the several positions of the three. But already,
while Ulpius still looks down steadfastly into the cavity at his feet,
his voice, as he continues to speak, grows louder, and his words become
more distinct. Fearful recollections associated with the place are
beginning to stir his weary memory, to lift the darkness of oblivion
from his idle thoughts.
'They go down, far down there!' he abruptly exclaimed, pointing into the
black depths of the vault, 'and never arise again to the light of the
upper earth! The great Destroyer is watchful in his solitude beneath,
and looks through the darkness for their approach! Hark! the hissing of
his breath is like to the clash of weapons in a deadly strife!'
At this moment the wind moved the loose scales of the dragon.
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