Like forelegs and paws, a ridge of pointed cubes, and globes thrust against each side of the canyon walls.
Between them for two hundred feet on high stretched the breast.
And this was a shifting, weaving mass of the Metal Things; they formed into gigantic cuirasses, giant bucklers, corselets of living mail.

From them as they moved--nay, from all the monster--came the wailings.

Like a headless Sphinx it crouched--and as we stood it surged forward as though it sprang a step to greet us.
"HAI!" shouted Norhala, battle buglings ringing through the golden voice.

"HAI! my companies!" Out from the summit of the breast shot a tremendous trunk of cubes and spinning globes.

And like a trunk it nuzzled us, caught us up, swept us to the crest.