Phase the Seventh: Fulfilment
58. CHAPTER LVIII (continued)
Though the sky was dense with cloud a diffused light
from some fragment of a moon had hitherto helped them a
little. But the moon had now sunk, the clouds seemed to
settle almost on their heads, and the night grew as
dark as a cave. However, they found their way along,
keeping as much on the turf as possible that their
tread might not resound, which it was easy to do, there
being no hedge or fence of any kind. All around was
open loneliness and black solitude, over which a stiff
breeze blew.
They had proceeded thus gropingly two or three miles
further when on a sudden Clare became conscious of some
vast erection close in his front, rising sheer from the
grass. They had almost struck themselves against it.
"What monstrous place is this?" said Angel.
"It hums," said she. "Hearken!"
He listened. The wind, playing upon the edifice,
produced a booming tune, like the note of some gigantic
one-stringed harp. No other sound came from it, and
lifting his hand and advancing a step or two, Clare
felt the vertical surface of the structure. It seemed
to be of solid stone, without joint or moulding.
Carrying his fingers onward he found that what he had
come in contact with was a colossal rectangular pillar;
by stretching out his left hand he could feel a similar
one adjoining. At an indefinite height overhead
something made the black sky blacker, which had the
semblance of a vast architrave uniting the pillars
horizontally. They carefully entered beneath and
between; the surfaces echoed their soft rustle; but
they seemed to be still out of doors. The place was
roofless. Tess drew her breath fearfully, and Angel,
perplexed, said----
"What can it be?"
Feeling sideways they encountered another tower-like
pillar, square and uncompromising as the first; beyond
it another and another. The place was all doors and
pillars, some connected above by continuous
architraves.
"A very Temple of the Winds," he said.
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