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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

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   From the hordes of Good another wedge sped out. Like a shaft of crimson flame, Red Eric led it. Adana glided at his right hand; Ayesha guarded his left. Behind, flaqnking the radiant form of the Nervina, stalked Conan of Cymmeria & Arnold Pennell*. & now little groups of 6 were darting out all along that endless, outflung battle-front -- were meeting, clashing with the glint of blue steel & the flare of swinging rays, were fusing in mortal combat. With a thud that rocked the sidereal universe on all 4 axes, the opposing armies met. Like the geometric madness of an Ethiopian necromancer, the sextettes spun & mingled, playing in intricately insane patterns of superhuman strategy. From above, it was like the weavings of some luridly painted ballet in Hollywood's latest revue, like mechanical dancers following a blueprint. Stars formed, mingled, parted; 5-pointed, 6-pointed, 10-pointed - until their dizzy angles made Alicia totter. Lines, spears & arcs formed & dissolved like lightning - glided past each other with flare of armaments - sprang bodily into space to change with the speed of light into spinning cones & discs & pyramids - & then in a twinkling space warped weirdly & both armies vanished utterly into the 17th dimension. Instantly they reappeared - but now the forces of Opprobrium stretched about the base of Television Hill, & Approbrium darkened the horizon with its numbers. & still, over & thru their patterned weavings, the sextettes battled on!
   "Remarkable, don't you think?" Rap's voice inquired. "Hamilton was left alone with the kaleidoscope when he was a baby. He's never been the same since. You see--it was made according to Riemann's 4-dimensional geometry."
   But Alicia was not listening. She was staring with a puzzled frown at the combatants. Men hacked & hewed with swords, arrows flew in a hissing hail, rays circled & fell in fans & lances - even the women clawed & bit & pulled hair with utter fervor - yet no one fell - no one was injured - never, in the slightest degree, did any sextette change!
   Again Rap's voice broke in. "They can't be hurt; they're all immortal." His hand waved out from horizon to horizon, stopping at the shadowing figure of Hamilton. He's done it this time," he told her. "He's cooked his own
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* Conan's a WT here, && we think AP is too, but we're not sure.

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33 From the hordes of Good another wedge sped out. Like a shaft of crimson flame, Red Eric led it. Adana glided at his right hand; Ayesha guarded his left. Behind, flaqnking the radiant form of the Nervina, stalked Conan of Cymmeria & Arnold Pennell*. & now little groups of 6 were darting out all along that endless, outflung battle-front -- were meeting, clashing with the glint of blue steel & the flare of swinging rays, were fusing in mortal combat. With a thud that rocked the sidereal universe on all 4 axes, the opposing armies met. Like the geometric madness of an Ethiopian necromancer, the sextettes spun & mingled, playing in intricately insane patterns of superhuman strategy. From above, it was like the weavings of some luridly painted ballet in Hollywood's latest revue, like mechanical dancers following a blueprint. Stars formed, mingled, parted; 5-pointed, 6-pointed, 10-pointed - until their dizzy angles made Alicia totter. Lines, spears & arcs formed & dissolved like lightning - glided past each other with flare of armaments - sprang bodily into space to change with the speed of light into spinning cones & discs & pyramids - & then in a twinkling space warped weirdly & both armies vanished utterly into the 17th dimension. Instantly they reappeared - but now the forces of Opprobrium stretched about the base of Television Hill, & Approbrium darkened the horizon with its numbers. & still, over & thru their patterned weavings, the sextettes battled on! "Remarkable, don't you think?" Rap's voice inquired. "Hamilton was left alone with the kaleidoscope when he was a baby. He's never been the same since. You see--it was made according to Riemann's 4-dimensional geometry." But Alicia was not listening. She was staring with a puzzled frown at the combatants. Men hacked & hewed with swords, arrows flew in a hissing hail, rays circled & fell in fans & lances - even the women clawed & bit & pulled hair with utter fervor - yet no one fell - no one was injured - never, in the slightest degree, did any sextette change! Again Rap's voice broke in. "They can't be hurt; they're all immortal." His hand waved out from horizon to horizon, stopping at the shadowing figure of Hamilton. He's done it this time," he told her. "He's cooked his own ____________________________________ * Conan's a WT here, && we think AP is too, but we're not sure.