Chapter 27

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌⁠The gun-room was dark and silent as a vault. In the deep recesses the armoured phantoms of dead and gone Herediths seemed to be watching the intruder with hidden eyes behind the bars of their tilting helmets and visored salades. The light of Colwyn's electric torch fell on the shell of a mighty warrior who stood with one steel gauntlet raised as though in readiness to defend the honour of his hous