Dancing tongues of flame shot through the darkness, as he swung through
it, up and down, like a ship moved by a heavy ground swell. The flames
took colour and increased in number. Violet, orange, blue, green, and
yellow flickered for an instant, then disappeared.
The darkness was not quite so heavy, but it still swayed. The javelins
of flame shot through it continually, making a web of iridescence. Then
the purple shadow approached majestically and put them out. When it
retreated, they came again, but the colour was fainter.
The yellow flames darted toward him from every conceivable direction,
stabbing him like needles. In this light, the purple shadow changed to
blue and began to grow brighter. The sickening odour was so strong now
that he could scarcely breathe. The blue shadow warred with the yellow
flames, but could not put them out. He saw now that the shadow was his
friend and the flames were a host of enemies.
All the little stabbing lights suddenly merged into one. He was
surrounded by fire that burned him as he swayed back and forth, and the
cool shadows were gone.
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