"I'M not afraid--yes, I AM afraid--" He arose, stiffly--and stumbled toward me.
Afraid?
Drake afraid.

Well--so was I.Bitterly, TERRIBLY afraid.
For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, ruined chamber was outside all experience, beyond all knowledge or dream of science.

Not their shapes--that was nothing.

Not even that, being metal, they had moved.
But that being metal, they had moved consciously, thoughtfully, deliberately.
They were metal things with--MINDS! That--that was the incredible, the terrifying thing.

That--and their power.
Thor compressed within Hop-o'-my-thumb--and thinking.