Chapter 24 RUSZARK

Smoothly moved the colossal shape; on it we rode as easily as though cradled. It did not glide-it strode.

The columned legs raised themselves, bending from a thousand joints. The pedestals of the feet, huge and massive as foundations for sixteen-inch guns, fell with machinelike precision, stamping gigantically.

Under their tread the trees of

            
            

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