Five of these spheres--the petals--were, I roughly calculated, about an inch and a half in diameter, the ball they enclosed larger by almost an inch.
So orderly was their arrangement, so much like a geometrical design nicely done by some clever child that I hesitated to disturb it.

I bent, and stiffened, the first touch of dread upon me.
For within the ring, close to the clustering globes, was a miniature replica of the giant track in the poppied valley! It stood out from the dust with the same hint of crushing force, the same die cut sharpness, the same METALLIC suggestion--and pointing toward the globes were the claw marks of the four spreading star points.
I reached down and picked up one of the pyramids.

It seemed to cling to the rock; it was with effort that I wrenched it away.

It gave to the touch a slight sensation of warmth--how can I describe it ?--a warmth that was living.
I weighed it in my hand.

It was oddly heavy, twice the weight, I should say, of platinum.