Being about three hours from dawn, in the nineteenth of Shabatu, I was
awakened
by the howl of a dog, or perhaps of a wolf, uncommonly loud and close at
hand. The
fire had died to its embers, and these red, glowing coals cast a faint,
dancing shadow
across the stone monument with the three carvings. I began to make haste
to build
another fire when, at once, the gray rock began to rise slowly into the
air, as though it
were a dove. I could not move or speak for the fear that seized upon my
spine and
wrapped cold fingers around my skull. The Dik of Azug-bel-ya was no stranger
to me
than this sight, though the former seemed to melt into my hands!
Presently, I heard a voice, softly, some distance away and a more practical
fear,
that of the possibility of robbers, took hold of me and I rolled behind
some weeds,
trembling. Another voice joined the first, and soon several men in the
black robes of
thieves came together over the place where I was, surrounding the floating
rock, of
which they did not exhibit the least fright.
I could see clearly now that the three carvings on the stone monument were
glowing a flame red color, as though the rock were on fire. The figures
were
murmuring together in prayer or invocation, of which only a few words could
be heard,
and these in some unknown tongue; though, ANU have mercy on my soul!, these
rituals
are not unknown to me any longer.
The figures, whose faces I could not see or recognize, began to make wild
passes
in the air with knives that glinted cold and sharp in the mountain light.
From beneath the floating rock, out of the very ground where it had sat,
came
rising the tail of a serpent. This serpent was surely larger than any I
had ever seen.
The thinnest section thereof was fully that of the arms of two men, and
as it rose
from the earth it was followed by another, although the end of the first
was not seen
as it seemed to reach down into the very Pit itself.
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