When the World Shook

H. Rider Haggard
 When the World Shook

Being an Account of the Great Adventure

of Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnot

by H. Rider Haggard
 DEDICATION

Ditchingham, 1918.
MY DEAR CURZON,

More than thirty years ago you tried to protect me, then a stranger to
you, from one of the falsest and most malignant accusations ever
made against a writer.

So complete was your exposure of the methods of those at work to

blacken a person whom they knew to be innocent, that, as you will
remember, they refused to publish your analysis which destroyed
their charges and, incidentally, revealed their motives.

Although for this reason vindication came otherwise, your kindness

is one that I have never forgotten, since, whatever the immediate
issue of any effort, in the end it is the intention that avails.

Therefore in gratitude and memory I ask you to accept this romance,

as I know that you do not disdain the study of romance in the
intervals of your Imperial work.

The application of its parable to our state and possibilities— beneath

or beyond these glimpses of the moon—I leave to your discernment.

Believe me,
Ever sincerely yours,
H. RIDER HAGGARD.

To
The Earl Curzon of Kedleston, K.G.
 CONTENTS

I. ARBUTHNOT DESCRIBES HIMSELF

II. BASTIN AND BICKLEY

III. NATALIE

IV. DEATH AND DEPARTURE

V. THE CYCLONE

VI. LAND

VII. THE OROFENANS

VIII. BASTIN ATTEMPTS THE MARTYR’S CROWN

IX. THE ISLAND IN THE LAKE

X. THE DWELLERS IN THE TOMB

XI. RESURRECTION

XII. TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND YEARS!

XIII. ORO SPEAKS AND BASTIN ARGUES

XIV. THE UNDER-WORLD

XV. ORO IN HIS HOUSE

XVI. VISIONS OF THE PAST

XVII. YVA EXPLAINS

XVIII. THE ACCIDENT

XIX. THE PROPOSALS OF BASTIN AND BICKLEY

XX. ORO AND ARBUTHNOT TRAVEL BY NIGHT

 XXI. LOVE’S ETERNAL ALTAR

XXII. THE COMMAND

XXIII. IN THE TEMPLE OF FATE

XXIV. THE CHARIOT OF THE PIT

XXV. SACRIFICE

XXVI. TOMMY

XXVII. BASTIN DISCOVERS A RESEMBLANCE

XXVIII. NOTE BY J. R. BICKLEY, M.R. C.S.

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Chapter I

Arbuthnot Describes Himself

I suppose that I, Humphrey Arbuthnot, should begin this history in

which Destiny has caused me to play so prominent a part, with some
short account of myself and of my circumstances.

I was born forty years ago in this very Devonshire village in which I
write, but not in the same house. Now I live in the Priory, an ancient
place and a fine one in its way, with its panelled rooms, its beautiful
gardens where, in this mild climate, in addition to our own, flourish
so many plants which one would only expect to find in countries
that lie nearer to the sun, and its green, undulating park studded
with great timber trees. The view, too, is perfect; behind and around
the rich Devonshire landscape with its hills and valleys and its
scarped faces of red sandstone, and at a distance in front, the sea.
There are little towns quite near too, that live for the most part on
visitors, but these are so hidden away by the contours of the ground
that from the Priory one cannot see them. Such is Fulcombe where I
live, though for obvious reasons I do not give it its real name.

Many years ago my father, the Rev. Humphrey Arbuthnot, whose

only child I am, after whom also I am named Humphrey, was the
vicar of this place with which our family is said to have some rather
vague hereditary connection. If so, it was severed in the Carolian
times because my ancestors fought on the side of Parliament.

My father was a recluse, and a widower, for my mother, a

Scotswoman, died at or shortly after my birth. Being very High
Church for those days he was not popular with the family that
owned the Priory before me. Indeed its head, a somewhat vulgar
person of the name of Enfield who had made money in trade, almost
persecuted him, as he was in a position to do, being the local
magnate and the owner of the rectorial tithes.

I mention this fact because owing to it as a boy I made up my mind

that one day I would buy that place and sit in his seat, a wild enough
idea at the time. Yet it became engrained in me, as do such
aspirations of our youth, and when the opportunity arose in after
years I carried it out. Poor old Enfield! He fell on evil fortunes, for in
trying to bolster up a favourite son who was a gambler, a

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spendthrift, and an ungrateful scamp, in the end he was practically

ruined and when the bad times came, was forced to sell the
Fulcombe estate. I think of him kindly now, for after all he was good
to me and gave me many a day’s shooting and leave to fish for trout
in the river.

By the poor people, however, of all the district round, for the parish
itself is very small, my father was much beloved, although he did
practise confession, wear vestments and set lighted candles on the
altar, and was even said to have openly expressed the wish, to which
however he never attained, that he could see a censer swinging in
the chancel. Indeed the church which, as monks built it, is very large
and fine, was always full on Sundays, though many of the
worshippers came from far away, some of them doubtless out of
curiosity because of its papistical repute, also because, in a learned
fashion, my father’s preaching was very good indeed.

For my part I feel that I owe much to these High-Church views. They
opened certain doors to me and taught me something of the
mysteries which lie at the back of all religions and therefore have
their home in the inspired soul of man whence religions are born.
Only the pity is that in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred he never
discovers, never even guesses at that entombed aspiration, never
sinks a shaft down on to this secret but most precious vein of ore.

I have said that my father was learned; but this is a mild description,
for never did I know anyone quite so learned. He was one of those
men who is so good all round that he became pre-eminent in
nothing. A classic of the first water, a very respectable
mathematician, an expert in theology, a student of sundry foreign
languages and literature in his lighter moments, an inquirer into
sociology, a theoretical musician though his playing of the organ
excruciated most people because it was too correct, a really first-class
authority upon flint instruments and the best grower of garden
vegetables in the county, also of apples—such were some of his
attainments. That was what made his sermons so popular, since at
times one or the other of these subjects would break out into them,
his theory being that God spoke to us through all of these things.

But if I began to drift into an analysis of my father’s abilities, I should

never stop. It would take a book to describe them. And yet mark this,
with them all his name is as dead to the world to-day as though he
had never been. Light reflected from a hundred facets dissipates

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itself in space and is lost; that concentrated in one tremendous ray

pierces to the stars.

Now I am going to be frank about myself, for without frankness

what is the value of such a record as this? Then it becomes simply
another convention, or rather conventional method of expressing the
octoroon kind of truths with which the highly civilised races feed
themselves, as fastidious ladies eat cakes and bread from which all
but the smallest particle of nourishment has been extracted.

The fact is, therefore, that I inherited most of my father’s abilities,

except his love for flint instruments which always bored me to
distraction, because although they are by association really the most
human of things, somehow to me they never convey any idea of
humanity. In addition I have a practical side which he lacked; had he
possessed it surely he must have become an archbishop instead of
dying the vicar of an unknown parish. Also I have a spiritual sense,
mayhap mystical would be a better term, which with all this religion
was missing from my father’s nature.

For I think that notwithstanding his charity and devotion he never

quite got away from the shell of things, never cracked it and set his
teeth in the kernel which alone can feed our souls. His keen intellect,
to take an example, recognised every one of the difficulties of our
faith and flashed hither and thither in the darkness, seeking
explanation, seeking light, trying to reconcile, to explain. He was not
great enough to put all this aside and go straight to the informing
Soul beneath that strives to express itself everywhere, even through
those husks which are called the World, the Flesh and the Devil, and
as yet does not always quite succeed.

It is this boggling over exteriors, this peering into pitfalls, this desire
to prove that what such senses as we have tell us is impossible, is in
fact possible, which causes the overthrow of many an earnest,
seeking heart and renders its work, conducted on false lines, quite
nugatory. These will trust to themselves and their own intelligence
and not be content to spring from the cliffs of human experience into
the everlasting arms of that Infinite which are stretched out to
receive them and to give them rest and the keys of knowledge. When
will man learn what was taught to him of old, that faith is the only
plank wherewith he can float upon this sea and that his miserable
works avail him nothing; also that it is a plank made of many sorts of
wood, perhaps to suit our different weights?

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So to be honest, in a sense I believe myself to be my father’s superior,

and I know that he agreed with me. Perhaps this is owing to the
blood of my Scotch mother which mixed well with his own; perhaps
because the essential spirit given to me, though cast in his mould,
was in fact quite different—or of another alloy. Do we, I wonder,
really understand that there are millions and billions of these alloys,
so many indeed that Nature, or whatever is behind Nature, never
uses the same twice over? That is why no two human beings are or
ever will be quite identical. Their flesh, the body of their humiliation,
is identical in all, any chemist will prove it to you, but that which
animates the flesh is distinct and different because it comes from the
home of that infinite variety which is necessary to the ultimate
evolution of the good and bad that we symbolise as heaven and hell.

Further, I had and to a certain extent still have another advantage

over my father, which certainly came to me from my mother, who
was, as I judge from all descriptions and such likenesses as remain of
her, an extremely handsome woman. I was born much better
looking. He was small and dark, a little man with deep-set eyes and
beetling brows. I am also dark, but tall above the average, and well
made. I do not know that I need say more about my personal
appearance, to me not a very attractive subject, but the fact remains
that they called me “handsome Humphrey” at the University, and I
was the captain of my college boat and won many prizes at athletic
sports when I had time to train for them.

Until I went up to Oxford my father educated me, partly because he

knew that he could do it better than anyone else, and partly to save
school expenses. The experiment was very successful, as my love of
all outdoor sports and of any small hazardous adventure that came
to my hand, also of associating with fisherfolk whom the dangers of
the deep make men among men, saved me from becoming a
milksop. For the rest I learned more from my father, whom I always
desired to please because I loved him, than I should have done at the
best and most costly of schools. This was shown when at last I went
to college with a scholarship, for there I did very well indeed, as
search would still reveal.

Here I had better set out some of my shortcomings, which in their

sum have made a failure of me. Yes, a failure in the highest sense,
though I trust what Stevenson calls “a faithful failure. “ These have
their root in fastidiousness and that lack of perseverance, which
really means a lack of faith, again using the word in its higher and

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wider sense. For if one had real faith one would always persevere,
knowing that in every work undertaken with high aim, there is an
element of nobility, however humble and unrecognised that work
may seem to be. God after all is the God of Work, it is written large
upon the face of the Universe. I will not expand upon the thought; it
would lead me too far afield, but those who have understanding will
know what I mean.

As regards what I interpret as fastidiousness, this is not very easy to

express. Perhaps a definition will help. I am like a man with an over-
developed sense of smell, who when walking through a foreign city,
however clean and well kept, can always catch the evil savours that
are inseparable from such cities. More, his keen perception of them
interferes with all other perceptions and spoils his walks. The result
is that in after years, whenever he thinks of that beautiful city, he
remembers, not its historic buildings or its wide boulevards, or
whatever it has to boast, but rather its ancient, fish-like smell. At
least he remembers that first owing to this defect in his
temperament.

So it is with everything. A lovely woman is spoiled for such a one

because she eats too much or has too high a voice; he does not care
for his shooting because the scenery is flat, or for his fishing because
the gnats bite as well as the trout. In short he is out of tune with the
world as it is. Moreover, this is a quality which, where it exists,
cannot be overcome; it affects day-labourers as well as gentlemen at
large. It is bred in the bone.

Probably the second failure-breeding fault, lack of perseverance, has

its roots in the first, at any rate in my case. At least on leaving college
with some reputation, I was called to the Bar where, owing to certain
solicitor and other connections, I had a good opening. Also, owing to
the excellence of my memory and powers of work, I began very well,
making money even during my first year. Then, as it happened, a
certain case came my way and, my leader falling ill suddenly after it
was opened, was left in my hands. The man whose cause I was
pleading was, I think, one of the biggest scoundrels it is possible to
conceive. It was a will case and if he won, the effect would be to
beggar two most estimable middle-aged women who were justly
entitled to the property, to which end personally I am convinced he
had committed forgery; the perjury that accompanied it I do not
even mention.

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Well, he did win, thanks to me, and the estimable middle-aged ladies
were beggared, and as I heard afterwards, driven to such extremities
that one of them died of her misery and the other became a lodging-
house keeper. The details do not matter, but I may explain that these
ladies were unattractive in appearance and manner and broke down
beneath my cross-examination which made them appear to be telling
falsehoods, whereas they were only completely confused. Further, I
invented an ingenious theory of the facts which, although the judge
regarded it with suspicion, convinced an unusually stupid jury who
gave me their verdict.

Everybody congratulated me and at the time I was triumphant,

especially as my leader had declared that our case was impossible.
Afterwards, however, my conscience smote me sorely, so much so
that arguing from the false premise of this business, I came to the
conclusion that the practice of the Law was not suited to an honest
man. I did not take the large view that such matters average
themselves up and that if I had done harm in this instance, I might
live to do good in many others, and perhaps become a just judge,
even a great judge. Here I may mention that in after years, when I
grew rich, I rescued that surviving old lady from her lodging-house,
although to this day she does not know the name of her anonymous
friend. So by degrees, without saying anything, for I kept on my
chambers, I slipped out of practice, to the great disappointment of
everybody connected with me, and took to authorship.

A marvel came to pass, my first book was an enormous success. The

whole world talked of it. A leading journal, delighted to have
discovered someone, wrote it up; other journals followed suit to be
in the movement. One of them, I remember, which had already
dismissed it with three or four sneering lines, came out with a
second and two-column notice. It sold like wildfire and I suppose
had some merits, for it is still read, though few know that I wrote it,
since fortunately it was published under a pseudonym.

Again I was much elated and set to work to write another and, as I
believe, a much better book. But jealousies had been excited by this
leaping into fame of a totally unknown person, which were,
moreover, accentuated through a foolish article that I published in
answer to some criticisms, wherein I spoke my mind with an insane
freedom and biting sarcasm. Indeed I was even mad enough to quote
names and to give the example of the very powerful journal which at
first carped at my work and then gushed over it when it became the

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fashion. All of this made me many bitter enemies, as I found out

when my next book appeared.

It was torn to shreds, it was reviled as subversive of morality and

religion, good arrows in those days. It was called puerile, half-
educated stuff—I half-educated! More, an utterly false charge of
plagiarism was cooked up against me and so well and venomously
run that vast numbers of people concluded that I was a thief of the
lowest order. Lastly, my father, from whom the secret could no
longer be kept, sternly disapproved of both these books which I
admit were written from a very radical and somewhat anti-church
point of view. The result was our first quarrel and before it was
made up, he died suddenly.

Now again fastidiousness and my lack of perseverance did their

work, and solemnly I swore that I would never write another book,
an oath which I have kept till this moment, at least so far as
publication is concerned, and now break only because I consider it
my duty so to do and am not animated by any pecuniary object.

Thus came to an end my second attempt at carving out a career. By

now I had grown savage and cynical, rather revengeful also, I fear.
Knowing myself to possess considerable abilities in sundry
directions, I sat down, as it were, to think things over and digest my
past experiences. Then it was that the truth of a very ancient adage
struck upon my mind, namely, that money is power. Had I sufficient
money I could laugh at unjust critics for example; indeed they or
their papers would scarcely dare to criticise me for fear lest it should
be in my power to do them a bad turn. Again I could follow my own
ideas in life and perhaps work good in the world, and live in such
surroundings as commended themselves to me. It was as clear as
daylight, but—how to make the money?

I had some capital as the result of my father’s death, about £8,000 in

all, plus a little more that my two books had brought in. In what way
could I employ it to the best advantage? I remembered that a cousin
of my father and therefore my own, was a successful stock-broker,
also that there had been some affection between them. I went to him,
he was a good, easy-natured man who was frankly glad to see me,
and offered to put £5,000 into his business, for I was not minded to
risk every thing I had, if he would give me a share in the profits. He
laughed heartily at my audacity.

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“Why, my boy, “ he said, “being totally inexperienced at this game,

you might lose us more than that in a month. But I like your courage,
I like your courage, and the truth is that I do want help. I will think it
over and write to you. “

He thought it over and in the end offered to try me for a year at a

fixed salary with a promise of some kind of a partnership if I suited
him. Meanwhile my £5,000 remained in my pocket.

I accepted, not without reluctance since with the impatience of youth

I wanted everything at once. I worked hard in that office and soon
mastered the business, for my knowledge of figures—I had taken a
first-class mathematical degree at college—came to my aid, as in a
way did my acquaintance with Law and Literature. Moreover I had a
certain aptitude for what is called high finance. Further, Fortune, as
usual, showed me a favourable face.

In one year I got the partnership with a small share in the large
profits of the business. In two the partner above me retired, and I
took his place with a third share of the firm. In three my cousin,
satisfied that it was in able hands, began to cease his attendance at
the office and betook himself to gardening which was his hobby. In
four I paid him out altogether, although to do this I had to borrow
money on our credit, for by agreement the title of the firm was
continued. Then came that extraordinary time of boom which many
will remember to their cost. I made a bold stroke and won. On a
certain Saturday when the books were made up, I found that after
discharging all liabilities, I should not be worth more than £20,000.
On the following Saturday but two when the books were made up, I
was worth £153,000! L’appetit vient en mangeant. It seemed nothing
to me when so many were worth millions.

For the next year I worked as few have done, and when I struck a
balance at the end of it, I found that on the most conservative
estimate I was the owner of a million and a half in hard cash, or its
equivalent. I was so tired out that I remember this discovery did not
excite me at all. I felt utterly weary of all wealth- hunting and of the
City and its ways. Moreover my old fastidiousness and lack of
perseverance re-asserted themselves. I reflected, rather late in the
day perhaps, on the ruin that this speculation was bringing to
thousands, of which some lamentable instances had recently come to
my notice, and once more considered whether it were a suitable

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career for an upright man. I had wealth; why should I not take it and
enjoy life?

Also—and here my business acumen came in, I was sure that these
times could not last. It is easy to make money on a rising market, but
when it is falling the matter is very different. In five minutes I made
up my mind. I sent for my junior partners, for I had taken in two,
and told them that I intended to retire at once. They were dismayed
both at my loss, for really I was the firm, and because, as they
pointed out, if I withdrew all my capital, there would not be
sufficient left to enable them to carry on.

One of them, a blunt and honest man, said to my face that it would
be dishonourable of me to do so. I was inclined to answer him
sharply, then remembered that his words were true.

“Very well, “ I said, “I will leave you £600,000 on which you shall
pay me five per cent interest, but no share of the profits. “

On these terms we dissolved the partnership and in a year they had

lost the £600,000, for the slump came with a vengeance. It saved
them, however, and to-day they are earning a reasonable income.
But I have never asked them for that £600,000.

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Chapter II

Bastin and Bickley

Behold me once more a man without an occupation, but now the

possessor of about £900,000. It was a very considerable fortune, if not
a large one in England; nothing like the millions of which I had
dreamed, but still enough. To make the most of it and to be sure that
it remained, I invested it very well, mostly in large mortgages at four
per cent which, if the security is good, do not depreciate in capital
value. Never again did I touch a single speculative stock, who
desired to think no more about money. It was at this time that I
bought the Fulcombe property. It cost me about £120,000 of my
capital, or with alterations, repairs, etc., say £150,000, on which sum
it may pay a net two and a half per cent, not more.

This £3,700 odd I have always devoted to the upkeep of the place,
which is therefore in first-rate order. The rest I live on, or save.

These arrangements, with the beautifying and furnishing of the

house and the restoration of the church in memory of my father,
occupied and amused me for a year or so, but when they were
finished time began to hang heavy on my hands. What was the use
of possessing about £20,000 a year when there was nothing upon
which it could be spent? For after all my own wants were few and
simple and the acquisition of valuable pictures and costly furniture
is limited by space. Oh! in my small way I was like the weary King
Ecclesiast. For I too made me great works and had possessions of
great and small cattle (I tried farming and lost money over it! ) and
gathered me silver and gold and the peculiar treasure of kings,
which I presume means whatever a man in authority chiefly desires,
and so forth. But “behold all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and
there was no profit under the sun. “

So, notwithstanding my wealth and health and the deference which

is the rich man’s portion, especially when the limit of his riches is not
known, it came about that I too “hated life, “ and this when I was not
much over thirty. I did not know what to do; for Society as the word
is generally understood, I had no taste; it bored me; horse-racing and
cards I loathed, who had already gambled too much on a big scale.
The killing of creatures under the name of sport palled upon me,
indeed I began to doubt if it were right, while the office of a junior

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county magistrate in a place where there was no crime, only

occupied me an hour or two a month.

Lastly my neighbours were few and with all due deference to them,
extremely dull. At least I could not understand them because in them
there did not seem to be anything to understand, and I am quite
certain that they did not understand me. More, when they came to
learn that I was radical in my views and had written certain
“dreadful” and somewhat socialistic books in the form of fiction,
they both feared and mistrusted me as an enemy to their particular
section of the race. As I had not married and showed no inclination
to do so, their womenkind also, out of their intimate knowledge,
proclaimed that I led an immoral life, though a little reflection would
have shown them that there was no one in the neighbourhood which
for a time I seldom left, who could possibly have tempted an
educated creature to such courses.

Terrible is the lot of a man who, while still young and possessing the
intellect necessary to achievement, is deprived of all ambition. And I
had none at all. I did not even wish to purchase a peerage or a
baronetcy in this fashion or in that, and, as in my father’s case, my
tastes were so many and so catholic that I could not lose myself in
any one of them. They never became more than diversions to me. A
hobby is only really amusing when it becomes an obsession.

At length my lonesome friendlessness oppressed me so much that I

took steps to mitigate it. In my college life I had two particular
friends whom I think I must have selected because they were so
absolutely different from myself.

They were named Bastin and Bickley. Bastin—Basil was his

Christian name—was an uncouth, shock-headed, flat-footed person
of large, rugged frame and equally rugged honesty, with a mind
almost incredibly simple. Nothing surprised him because he lacked
the faculty of surprise. He was like that kind of fish which lies at the
bottom of the sea and takes every kind of food into its great maw
without distinguishing its flavour. Metaphorically speaking,
heavenly manna and decayed cabbage were just the same to Bastin.
He was not fastidious and both were mental pabulum—of a sort—
together with whatever lay between these extremes. Yet he was
good, so painfully good that one felt that without exertion to himself
he had booked a first-class ticket straight to Heaven; indeed that his

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guardian angel had tied it round his neck at birth lest he should lose
it, already numbered and dated like an identification disc.

I am bound to add that Bastin never went wrong because he never

felt the slightest temptation to do so. This I suppose constitutes real
virtue, since, in view of certain Bible sayings, the person who is
tempted and would like to yield to the temptation, is equally a sinner
with the person who does yield. To be truly good one should be too
good to be tempted, or too weak to make the effort worth the
tempter’s while—in short not deserving of his powder and shot.

I need hardly add that Bastin went into the Church; indeed, he could
not have gone anywhere else; it absorbed him naturally, as doubtless
Heaven will do in due course. Only I think it likely that until they get
to know him he will bore the angels so much that they will
continually move him up higher. Also if they have any
susceptibilities left, probably he will tread upon their toes—an art in
which I never knew his equal. However, I always loved Bastin,
perhaps because no one else did, a fact of which he remained totally
unconscious, or perhaps because of his brutal way of telling one
what he conceived to be the truth, which, as he had less imagination
than a dormouse, generally it was not. For if the truth is a jewel, it is
one coloured and veiled by many different lights and atmospheres.

It only remains to add that he was learned in his theological fashion

and that among his further peculiarities were the slow, monotonous
voice in which he uttered his views in long sentences, and his total
indifference to adverse argument however sound and convincing.

My other friend, Bickley, was a person of a quite different character.

Like Bastin, he was learned, but his tendencies faced another way. If
Bastin’s omnivorous throat could swallow a camel, especially a
theological camel, Bickley’s would strain at the smallest gnat,
especially a theological gnat. The very best and most upright of men,
yet he believed in nothing that he could not taste, see or handle. He
was convinced, for instance, that man is a brute-descended accident
and no more, that what we call the soul or the mind is produced by a
certain action of the grey matter of the brain; that everything
apparently inexplicable has a perfectly mundane explanation, if only
one could find it; that miracles certainly never did happen, and
never will; that all religions are the fruit of human hopes and fears
and the most convincing proof of human weakness; that

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notwithstanding our infinite variations we are the subjects of

Nature’s single law and the victims of blind, black and brutal chance.

Such was Bickley with his clever, well-cut face that always reminded
me of a cameo, and thoughtful brow; his strong, capable hands and
his rather steely mouth, the mere set of which suggested controversy
of an uncompromising kind. Naturally as the Church had claimed
Bastin, so medicine claimed Bickley.

Now as it happened the man who succeeded my father as vicar of

Fulcombe was given a better living and went away shortly after I
had purchased the place and with it the advowson. Just at this time
also I received a letter written in the large, sprawling hand of Bastin
from whom I had not heard for years. It went straight to the point,
saying that he, Bastin, had seen in a Church paper that the last
incumbent had resigned the living of Fulcombe which was in my
gift. He would therefore be obliged if I would give it to him as the
place he was at in Yorkshire did not suit his wife’s health.

Here I may state that afterwards I learned that what did not suit Mrs.
Bastin was the organist, who was pretty. She was by nature a woman
with a temperament so insanely jealous that actually she managed to
be suspicious of Bastin, whom she had captured in an unguarded
moment when he was thinking of something else and who would as
soon have thought of even looking at any woman as he would of
worshipping Baal. As a matter of fact it took him months to know
one female from another. Except as possible providers of
subscriptions and props of Mothers’ Meetings, women had no
interest for him.

To return—with that engaging honesty which I have mentioned—

Bastin’s letter went on to set out all his own disabilities, which, he
added, would probably render him unsuitable for the place he
desired to fill. He was a High Churchman, a fact which would
certainly offend many; he had no claims to being a preacher
although he was extraordinarily well acquainted with the writings of
the Early Fathers. (What on earth had that to do with the question, I
wondered. ) On the other hand he had generally been considered a
good visitor and was fond of walking (he meant to call on distant
parishioners, but did not say so).

Then followed a page and a half on the evils of the existing system of
the presentation to livings by private persons, ending with the

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suggestion that I had probably committed a sin in buying this

particular advowson in order to increase my local authority, that is,
if I had bought it, a point on which he was ignorant. Finally he
informed me that as he had to christen a sick baby five miles away
on a certain moor and it was too wet for him to ride his bicycle, he
must stop. And he stopped.

There was, however, a P. S. to the letter, which ran as follows:

“Someone told me that you were dead a few years ago, and of course
it may be another man of the same name who owns Fulcombe. If so,
no doubt the Post Office will send back this letter. “

That was his only allusion to my humble self in all those diffuse
pages. It was a long while since I had received an epistle which made
me laugh so much, and of course I gave him the living by return of
post, and even informed him that I would increase its stipend to a
sum which I considered suitable to the position.

About ten days later I received another letter from Bastin which, as a
scrawl on the flap of the envelope informed me, he had carried for a
week in his pocket and forgotten to post. Except by inference it
returned no thanks for my intended benefits. What it did say,
however, was that he thought it wrong of me to have settled a matter
of such spiritual importance in so great a hurry, though he had
observed that rich men were nearly always selfish where their time
was concerned. Moreover, he considered that I ought first to have
made inquiries as to his present character and attainments, etc., etc.

To this epistle I replied by telegraph to the effect that I should as

soon think of making inquiries about the character of an archangel,
or that of one of his High Church saints. This telegram, he told me
afterwards, he considered unseemly and even ribald, especially as it
had given great offence to the postmaster, who was one of the
sidesmen in his church.

Thus it came about that I appointed the Rev. Basil Bastin to the living
of Fulcombe, feeling sure that he would provide me with endless
amusement and act as a moral tonic and discipline. Also I
appreciated the man’s blunt candour. In due course he arrived, and I
confess that after a few Sundays of experience I began to have
doubts as to the wisdom of my choice, glad as I was to see him
personally. His sermons at once bored me, and, when they did not

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send me to sleep, excited in me a desire for debate. How could he be

so profoundly acquainted with mysteries before which the world
had stood amazed for ages? Was there nothing too hot or too heavy
in the spiritual way for him to dismiss in a few blundering and
casual words, as he might any ordinary incident of every-day life, I
wondered? Also his idea of High Church observances was not mine,
or, I imagine, that of anybody else. But I will not attempt to set it out.

His peculiarities, however, were easy to excuse and entirely

swallowed up by the innate goodness of his nature which soon made
him beloved of everyone in the place, for although he thought that
probably most things were sins, I never knew him to discover a sin
which he considered to be beyond the reach of forgiveness. Bastin
was indeed a most charitable man and in his way wide-minded.

The person whom I could not tolerate, however, was his wife, who,
to my fancy, more resembled a vessel, a very unattractive vessel, full
of vinegar than a woman. Her name was Sarah and she was small,
plain, flat, sandy-haired and odious, quite obsessed, moreover, with
her jealousies of the Rev. Basil, at whom it pleased her to suppose
that every woman in the countryside under fifty was throwing
herself.

Here I will confess that to the best of my ability I took care that they
did in outward seeming, that is, whenever she was present,
instructing them to sit aside with him in darkened corners, to present
him with flowers, and so forth. Several of them easily fell into the
humour of the thing, and I have seen him depart from a dinner-party
followed by that glowering Sarah, with a handful of rosebuds and
violets, to say nothing of the traditional offerings of slippers,
embroidered markers and the like. Well, it was my only way of
coming even with her, which I think she knew, for she hated me
poisonously.

So much for Basil Bastin. Now for Bickley. Him I had met on several
occasions since our college days, and after I was settled at the Priory
from time to time I asked him to stay with me. At length he came,
and I found out that he was not at all comfortable in his London
practice which was of a nature uncongenial to him; further, that he
did not get on with his partners. Then, after reflection, I made a
suggestion to him. I pointed out that, owing to its popularity
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rising one, and that although there were doctors in it, there was no
really first-class surgeon for miles.

Now Bickley was a first-class surgeon, having held very high

hospital appointments, and indeed still holding them. Why, I asked,
should he not come and set up here on his own? I would appoint
him doctor to the estate and also give him charge of a cottage
hospital which I was endowing, with liberty to build and arrange it
as he liked. Further, as I considered that it would be of great
advantage to me to have a man of real ability within reach, I would
guarantee for three years whatever income he was earning in
London.

He thanked me warmly and in the end acted on the idea, with

startling results so far as his prospects were concerned. Very soon his
really remarkable skill became known and he was earning more
money than as an unmarried man he could possibly want. Indeed,
scarcely a big operation took place at any town within twenty miles,
and even much farther away, at which he was not called in to assist.

Needless to say his advent was a great boon to me, for as he lived in
a house I let him quite near by, whenever he had a spare evening he
would drop in to dinner, and from our absolutely opposite
standpoints we discussed all things human and divine. Thus I was
enabled to sharpen my wits upon the hard steel of his clear intellect
which was yet, in a sense, so limited.

I must add that I never converted him to my way of thinking and he

never converted me to his, any more than he converted Bastin, for
whom, queerly enough, he had a liking. They pounded away at each
other, Bickley frequently getting the best of it in the argument, and
when at last Bastin rose to go, he generally made the same remark. It
was:

“It really is sad, my dear Bickley, to find a man of your intellect so

utterly wrongheaded and misguided. I have convicted you of error
at least half a dozen times, and not to confess it is mere
pigheadedness. Good night. I am sure that Sarah will be sitting up
for me. “

“Silly old idiot! “ Bickley would say, shaking his fist after him. “The
only way to get him to see the truth would be to saw his head open
and pour it in. “

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Then we would both laugh.

Such were my two most intimate friends, although I admit it was

rather like the equator cultivating close relationships with the north
and south poles. Certainly Bastin was as far from Bickley as those
points of the earth are apart, while I. as it were, sat equally distant
between the two. However, we were all very happy together, since
in certain characters, there are few things that bind men more closely
than profound differences of opinion.

Now I must turn to my more personal affairs. After all, it is

impossible for a man to satisfy his soul, if he has anything of the sort
about him which in the remotest degree answers to that description,
with the husks of wealth, luxury and indolence, supplemented by
occasional theological and other arguments between his friends;
Becoming profoundly convinced of this truth, I searched round for
something to do and, like Noah’s dove on the waste of waters, found
nothing. Then I asked Bickley and Bastin for their opinions as to my
best future course. Bickley proved a barren draw. He rubbed his
nose and feebly suggested that I might go in for “research work, “
which, of course, only represented his own ambitions. I asked him
indignantly how I could do such a thing without any scientific
qualifications whatever. He admitted the difficulty, but replied that I
might endow others who had the qualifications.

“In short, become a mulch cow for sucking scientists, “ I replied, and
broke off the conversation.

Bastin’s idea was, first, that I should teach in a Sunday School;

secondly, that if this career did not satisfy all my aspirations, I might
be ordained and become a missionary.

On my rejection of this brilliant advice, he remarked that the only

other thing he could think of was that I should get married and have
a large family, which might possibly advantage the nation and
ultimately enrich the Kingdom of Heaven, though of such things no
one could be quite sure. At any rate, he was certain that at present I
was in practice neglecting my duty, whatever it might be, and in fact
one of those cumberers of the earth who, he observed in the
newspaper he took in and read when he had time, were “very
happily named—the idle rich. “

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“Which reminds me, “ he added, “that the clothing-club finances are

in a perfectly scandalous condition; in fact, it is £25 in debt, an
amount that as the squire of the parish I consider it incumbent on
you to make good, not as a charity but as an obligation. “

“Look here, my friend, “ I said, ignoring all the rest, “will you
answer me a plain question? Have you found marriage such a
success that you consider it your duty to recommend it to others?
And if you have, why have you not got the large family of which
you speak? “

“Of course not, “ he replied with his usual frankness. “Indeed, it is in

many ways so disagreeable that I am convinced it must be right and
for the good of all concerned. As regards the family I am sure I do
not know, but Sarah never liked babies, which perhaps has
something to do with it. “

Then he sighed, adding, “You see, Arbuthnot, we have to take things

as we find them in this world and hope for a better. “

“Which is just what I am trying to do, you unilluminating old

donkey! “ I exclaimed, and left him there shaking his head over
matters in general, but I think principally over Sarah.

By the way, I think that the villagers recognised this good lady’s
vinegary nature. At least, they used to call her “Sour Sal. “

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Chapter III

Natalie

Now what Bastin had said about marriage stuck in my mind as his
blundering remarks had a way of doing, perhaps because of the
grain of honest truth with which they were often permeated.
Probably in my position it was more or less my duty to marry. But
here came the rub; I had never experienced any leanings that way. I
was as much a man as others, more so than many are, perhaps, and I
liked women, but at the same time they repelled me.

My old fastidiousness came in; to my taste there was always

something wrong about them. While they attracted one part of my
nature they revolted another part, and on the whole I preferred to do
without their intimate society, rather than work violence to this
second and higher part of me. Moreover, quite at the beginning of
my career I had concluded from observation that a man gets on
better in life alone, rather than with another to drag at his side, or by
whom perhaps he must be dragged. Still true marriage, such as most
men and some women have dreamed of in their youth, had always
been one of my ideals; indeed it was on and around this vision that I
wrote that first book of mine which was so successful. Since I knew
this to be unattainable in our imperfect conditions, however,
notwithstanding Bastin’s strictures, again I dismissed the whole
matter from my mind as a vain imagination.

As an alternative I reflected upon a parliamentary career which I was

not too old to begin, and even toyed with one or two opportunities
that offered themselves, as these do to men of wealth and advanced
views. They never came to anything, for in the end I decided that
Party politics were so hateful and so dishonest, that I could not bring
myself to put my neck beneath their yoke. I was sure that if I tried to
do so, I should fail more completely than I had done at the Bar and
in Literature. Here, too, I am quite certain that I was right.

The upshot of it all was that I sought refuge in that last expedient of
weary Englishmen, travel, not as a globe-trotter, but leisurely and
with an inquiring mind, learning much but again finding, like the
ancient writer whom I have quoted already, that there is no new
thing under the sun; that with certain variations it is the same thing
over and over again.

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No, I will make an exception, the East did interest me enormously.

There it was, at Benares, that I came into touch with certain thinkers
who opened my eyes to a great deal. They released some hidden
spring in my nature which hitherto had always been striving to
break through the crust of our conventions and inherited ideas. I
know now that what I was seeking was nothing less than the Infinite;
that I had “immortal longings in me. “ I listened to all their solemn
talk of epochs and years measureless to man, and reflected with a
thrill that after all man might have his part in every one of them. Yes,
that bird of passage as he seemed to be, flying out of darkness into
darkness, still he might have spread his wings in the light of other
suns millions upon millions of years ago, and might still spread
them, grown radiant and glorious, millions upon millions of years
hence in a time unborn.

If only I could know the truth. Was Life (according to Bickley)

merely a short activity bounded by nothingness before and behind;
or (according to Bastin) a conventional golden-harped and haloed
immortality, a word of which he did not in the least understand the
meaning?

Or was it something quite different from either of these, something

vast and splendid beyond the reach of vision, something God-sent,
beginning and ending in the Eternal Absolute and at last partaking
of His attributes and nature and from aeon to aeon shot through
with His light? And how was the truth to be learned? I asked my
Eastern friends, and they talked vaguely of long ascetic preparation,
of years upon years of learning, from whom I could not quite
discover. I was sure it could not be from them, because clearly they
did not know; they only passed on what they had heard elsewhere,
when or how they either could not or would not explain. So at length
I gave it up, having satisfied myself that all this was but an effort of
Oriental imagination called into life by the sweet influences of the
Eastern stars.

I gave it up and went away, thinking that I should forget. But I did
not forget. I was quick with a new hope, or at any rate with a new
aspiration, and that secret child of holy desire grew and grew within
my soul, till at length it flashed upon me that this soul of mine was
itself the hidden Master from which I must learn my lesson. No
wonder that those Eastern friends could not give his name, seeing
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heard, and it was little enough, each of them had learned from the
teaching of his own soul.

Thus, then, I too became a dreamer with only one longing, the
longing for wisdom, for that spirit touch which should open my eyes
and enable me to see.

Yet now it happened strangely enough that when I seemed within

myself to have little further interest in the things of the world, and
least of all in women, I, who had taken another guest to dwell with
me, those things of the world came back to me and in the shape of
Woman the Inevitable. Probably it was so decreed since is it not
written that no man can live to himself alone, or lose himself in
watching and nurturing the growth of his own soul?

It happened thus. I went to Rome on my way home from India, and

stayed there a while. On the day after my arrival I wrote my name in
the book of our Minister to Italy at that time, Sir Alfred Upton, not
because I wished him to ask me to dinner, but for the reason that I
had heard of him as a man of archeological tastes and thought that
he might enable me to see things which otherwise I should not see.

As it chanced he knew about me through some of my Devonshire

neighbours who were friends of his, and did ask me to dinner on the
following night. I accepted and found myself one of a considerable
party, some of them distinguished English people who wore Orders,
as is customary when one dines with the representative of our
Sovereign. Seeing these, and this shows that in the best of us vanity
is only latent, for the first time in my life I was sorry that I had none
and was only plain Mr. Arbuthnot who, as Sir Alfred explained to
me politely, must go in to dinner last, because all the rest had titles,
and without even a lady as there was not one to spare.

Nor was my lot bettered when I got there, as I found myself seated
between an Italian countess and a Russian prince, neither of whom
could talk English, while, alas, I knew no foreign language, not even
French in which they addressed me, seeming surprised that I did not
understand them. I was humiliated at my own ignorance, although
in fact I was not ignorant, only my education had been classical.
Indeed I was a good classic and had kept up my knowledge more or
less, especially since I became an idle man. In my confusion it
occurred to me that the Italian countess might know Latin from
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tongue. She stared, and Sir Alfred, who was not far off and
overheard me (he also knew Latin), burst into laughter and
proceeded to explain the joke in a loud voice, first in French and then
in English, to the assembled company, who all became infected with
merriment and also stared at me as a curiosity.

Then it was that for the first time I saw Natalie, for owing to a
mistake of my driver I had arrived rather late and had not been
introduced to her. As her father’s only daughter, her mother being
dead, she was seated at the end of the table behind a fan-like
arrangement of white Madonna lilies, and she had bent forward and,
like the others, was looking at me, but in such a fashion that her head
from that distance seemed as though it were surrounded and
crowned with lilies. Indeed the greatest art could not have produced
a more beautiful effect which was, however, really one of naked
accident.

An angel looking down upon earth through the lilies of Heaven—

that was the rather absurd thought which flashed into my mind. I
did not quite realise her face at first except that it seemed to be both
dark and fair; as a fact her waving hair which grew rather low upon
her forehead, was dark, and her large, soft eyes were grey. I did not
know, and to this moment I do not know if she was really beautiful,
but certainly the light that shone through those eyes of hers and
seemed to be reflected upon her delicate features, was beauty itself.
It was like that glowing through a thin vase of the purest alabaster
within which a lamp is placed, and I felt this effect to arise from no
chance, like that of the lily-setting, but, as it were, from the lamp of
the spirit within.

Our eyes met, and I suppose that she saw the wonder and
admiration in mine. At any rate her amused smile faded, leaving the
face rather serious, though still sweetly serious, and a tinge of colour
crept over it as the first hue of dawn creeps into a pearly sky. Then
she withdrew herself behind the screen of lilies and for the rest of
that dinner which I thought was never coming to an end, practically
I saw her no more. Only I noted as she passed out that although not
tall, she was rounded and graceful in shape and that her hands were
peculiarly delicate.

Afterwards in the drawing-room her father, with whom I had talked

at the table, introduced me to her, saying:

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“My daughter is the real archaeologist, Mr. Arbuthnot, and I think if

you ask her, she may be able to help you. “

Then he bustled away to speak to some of his important guests, from

whom I think he was seeking political information.

“My father exaggerates, “ she said in a soft and very sympathetic

voice, “but perhaps”—and she motioned me to a seat at her side.

Then we talked of the places and things that I more particularly

desired to see and, well, the end of it was that I went back to my
hotel in love with Natalie; and as she afterwards confessed, she went
to bed in love with me.

It was a curious business, more like meeting a very old friend from
whom one had been separated by circumstances for a score of years
or so than anything else. We were, so to speak, intimate from the
first; we knew all about each other, although here and there was
something new, something different which we could not remember,
lines of thought, veins of memory which we did not possess in
common. On one point I am absolutely clear: it was not solely the
everyday and ancient appeal of woman to man and man to woman
which drew us together, though doubtless this had its part in our
attachment as under our human conditions it must do, seeing that it
is Nature’s bait to ensure the continuance of the race. It was
something more, something quite beyond that elementary impulse.

At any rate we loved, and one evening in the shelter of the solemn
walls of the great Coliseum at Rome, which at that hour were shut to
all except ourselves, we confessed our love. I really think we must
have chosen the spot by tacit but mutual consent because we felt it to
be fitting. It was so old, so impregnated with every human
experience, from the direst crime of the tyrant who thought himself a
god, to the sublimest sacrifice of the martyr who already was half a
god; with every vice and virtue also which lies between these
extremes, that it seemed to be the most fitting altar whereon to offer
our hearts and all that caused them to beat, each to the other.

So Natalie and I were betrothed within a month of our first meeting.

Within three we were married, for what was there to prevent or
delay? Naturally Sir Alfred was delighted, seeing that he possessed
but small private resources and I was able to make ample provision
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in this business of matrimony and now was bordering on her

twenty-seventh year. Everybody was delighted, everything went
smoothly as a sledge sliding down a slope of frozen snow and the
mists of time hid whatever might be at the end of that slope.
Probably a plain; at the worst the upward rise of ordinary life.

That is what we thought, if we thought at all. Certainly we never

dreamed of a precipice. Why should we, who were young, by
comparison, quite healthy and very rich? Who thinks of precipices
under such circumstances, when disaster seems to be eliminated and
death is yet a long way off?

And yet we ought to have done so, because we should have known
that smooth surfaces without impediment to the runners often end in
something of the kind.

I am bound to say that when we returned home to Fulcombe, where

of course we met with a great reception, including the ringing (out of
tune) of the new peal of bells that I had given to the church, Bastin
made haste to point this out.

“Your wife seems a very nice and beautiful lady, Arbuthnot, “ he

reflected aloud after dinner, when Mrs. Bastin, glowering as usual,
though what at I do not know, had been escorted from the room by
Natalie, “and really, when I come to think of it, you are an unusually
fortunate person. You possess a great deal of money, much more
than you have any right to; which you seem to have done very little
to earn and do not spend quite as I should like you to do, and this
nice property, that ought to be owned by a great number of people,
as, according to the views you express, I should have thought you
would acknowledge, and everything else that a man can want. It is
very strange that you should be so favoured and not because of any
particular merits of your own which one can see. However, I have no
doubt it will all come even in the end and you will get your share of
troubles, like others. Perhaps Mrs. Arbuthnot will have no children
as there is so much for them to take. Or perhaps you will lose all
your money and have to work for your living, which might be good
for you. Or, “ he added, still thinking aloud after his fashion,
“perhaps she will die young—she has that kind of face, although, of
course, I hope she won’t, “ he added, waking up.

I do not know why, but his wandering words struck me cold; the
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suppose it was because in a flash of intuition I knew that they would

come true and that he was an appointed Cassandra. Perhaps this
uncanny knowledge overcame my natural indignation at such super-
gaucherie of which no one but Bastin could have been capable, and
even prevented me from replying at all, so that I merely sat still and
looked at him.

But Bickley did reply with some vigour.

“Forgive me for saying so, Bastin, “ he said, bristling all over as it

were, “but your remarks, which may or may not be in accordance
with the principles of your religion, seem to me to be in singularly
bad taste. They would have turned the stomachs of a gathering of
early Christians, who appear to have been the worst mannered
people in the world, and at any decent heathen feast your neck
would have been wrung as that of a bird of ill omen. “

“Why? “ asked Bastin blankly. “I only said what I thought to be the

truth. The truth is better than what you call good taste. “

“Then I will say what I think also to be the truth, “ replied Bickley,
growing furious. “It is that you use your Christianity as a cloak for
bad manners. It teaches consideration and sympathy for others of
which you seem to have none. Moreover, since you talk of the death
of people’s wives, I will tell you something about your own, as a
doctor, which I can do as I never attended her. It is highly probable,
in my opinion, that she will die before Mrs. Arbuthnot, who is quite
a healthy person with a good prospect of life. “

“Perhaps, “ said Bastin. “If so, it will be God’s will and I shall not
complain” (here Bickley snorted), “though I do not see what you can
know about it. But why should you cast reflections on the early
Christians who were people of strong principle living in rough
times, and had to wage war against an established devil-worship? I
know you are angry because they smashed up the statues of Venus
and so forth, but had I been in their place I should have done the
same. “

“Of course you would, who doubts it? But as for the early Christians
and their iconoclastic performances—well, curse them, that’s all! “
and he sprang up and left the room.

I followed him.

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Let it not be supposed from the above scene that there was any ill-
feeling between Bastin and Bickley. On the contrary they were much
attached to each other, and this kind of quarrel meant no more than
the strong expression of their individual views to which they were
accustomed from their college days. For instance Bastin was always
talking about the early Christians and missionaries, while Bickley
loathed both, the early Christians because of the destruction which
they had wrought in Egypt, Italy, Greece and elsewhere, of all that
was beautiful; and the missionaries because, as he said, they were
degrading and spoiling the native races and by inducing them to
wear clothes, rendering them liable to disease. Bastin would answer
that their souls were more important than their bodies, to which
Bickley replied that as there was no such thing as a soul except in the
stupid imagination of priests, he differed entirely on the point. As it
was quite impossible for either to convince the other, there the
conversation would end, or drift into something in which they were
mutually interested, such as natural history and the hygiene of the
neighbourhood.

Here I may state that Bickley’s keen professional eye was not
mistaken when he diagnosed Mrs. Bastin’s state of health as
dangerous. As a matter of fact she was suffering from heart disease
that a doctor can often recognise by the colour of the lips, etc., which
brought about her death under the following circumstances:

Her husband attended some ecclesiastical function at a town over

twenty miles away and was to have returned by a train which would
have brought him home about five o’clock. As he did not arrive she
waited at the station for him until the last train came in about seven
o’clock—without the beloved Basil. Then, on a winter’s night she
tore up to the Priory and begged me to lend her a dog-cart in which
to drive to the said town to look for him. I expostulated against the
folly of such a proceeding, saying that no doubt Basil was safe
enough but had forgotten to telegraph, or thought that he would
save the sixpence which the wire cost.

Then it came out, to Natalie’s and my intense amusement, that all

this was the result of her jealous nature of which I have spoken. She
said she had never slept a night away from her husband since they
were married and with so many “designing persons” about she
could not say what might happen if she did so, especially as he was
“such a favourite and so handsome. “ (Bastin was a fine looking man
in his rugged way. )

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I suggested that she might have a little confidence in him, to which

she replied darkly that she had no confidence in anybody.

The end of it was that I lent her the cart with a fast horse and a good
driver, and off she went. Reaching the town in question some two
and a half hours later, she searched high and low through wind and
sleet, but found no Basil. He, it appeared, had gone on to Exeter, to
look at the cathedral where some building was being done, and
missing the last train had there slept the night.

About one in the morning, after being nearly locked up as a mad

woman, she drove back to the Vicarage, again to find no Basil. Even
then she did not go to bed but raged about the house in her wet
clothes, until she fell down utterly exhausted. When her husband did
return on the following morning, full of information about the
cathedral, she was dangerously ill, and actually passed away while
uttering a violent tirade against him for his supposed suspicious
proceedings.

That was the end of this truly odious British matron.

In after days Bastin, by some peculiar mental process, canonised her

in his imagination as a kind of saint. “So loving, “ he would say,
“such a devoted wife! Why, my dear Humphrey, I can assure you
that even in the midst of her death-struggle her last thoughts were of
me, “ words that caused Bickley to snort with more than usual
vigour, until I kicked him to silence beneath the table.

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Chapter IV

Death and Departure

Now I must tell of my own terrible sorrow, which turned my life to

bitterness and my hopes to ashes.

Never were a man and a woman happier together than I and Natalie.
Mentally, physically, spiritually we were perfectly mated, and we
loved each other dearly. Truly we were as one. Yet there was
something about her which filled me with vague fears, especially
after she found that she was to become a mother. I would talk to her
of the child, but she would sigh and shake her head, her eyes filling
with tears, and say that we must not count on the continuance of
such happiness as ours, for it was too great.

I tried to laugh away her doubts, though whenever I did so I seemed

to hear Bastin’s slow voice remarking casually that she might die, as
he might have commented on the quality of the claret. At last,
however, I grew terrified and asked her bluntly what she meant.

“I don’t quite know, dearest, “ she replied, “especially as I am

wonderfully well. But—but—”

“But what? “ I asked.

“But I think that our companionship is going to be broken for a little

while. “

“For a little while! “ I exclaimed.

“Yes, Humphrey. I think that I shall be taken away from you— you
know what I mean, “ and she nodded towards the churchyard.

“Oh, my God! “ I groaned.

“I want to say this, “ she added quickly, “that if such a thing should
happen, as it happens every day, I implore you, dearest Humphrey,
not to be too much distressed, since I am sure that you will find me
again. No, I can’t explain how or when or where, because I do not
know. I have prayed for light, but it has not come to me. All I know
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conventional heaven, which he speaks about as though to reach it

one stumbled through darkness for a minute into a fine new house
next door, where excellent servants had made everything ready for
your arrival and all the lights were turned up. It is something quite
different from that and very much more real. “

Then she bent down ostensibly to pat the head of a little black cocker
spaniel called Tommy which had been given to her as a puppy, a
highly intelligent and affectionate animal that we both adored and
that loved her as only a dog can love. Really, I knew, it was to hide
her tears, and fled from the room lest she should see mine.

As I went I heard the dog whimpering in a peculiar way, as though

some sympathetic knowledge had been communicated to its
wonderful animal intelligence.

That night I spoke to Bickley about the matter, repeating exactly

what had passed. As I expected, he smiled in his grave, rather
sarcastic way, and made light of it.

“My dear Humphrey, “ he said, “don’t torment yourself about such

fancies. They are of everyday occurrence among women in your
wife’s condition. Sometimes they take one form, sometimes another.
When she has got her baby you will hear no more of them. “

I tried to be comforted but in vain.

The days and weeks went by like a long nightmare and in due
course the event happened. Bickley was not attending the case; it
was not in his line, he said, and he preferred that where a friend’s
wife was concerned, somebody else should be called in. So it was put
in charge of a very good local man with a large experience in such
domestic matters.

How am I to tell of it? Everything went wrong; as for the details, let
them be. Ultimately Bickley did operate, and if surpassing skill could
have saved her, it would have been done. But the other man had
misjudged the conditions; it was too late, nothing could help either
mother or child, a little girl who died shortly after she was born but
not before she had been christened, also by the name of Natalie.

I was called in to say farewell to my wife and found her radiant,

triumphant even in her weakness.

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“I know now, “ she whispered in a faint voice. “I understood as the

chloroform passed away, but I cannot tell you. Everything is quite
well, my darling. Go where you seem called to go, far away. Oh! the
wonderful place in which you will find me, not knowing that you
have found me. Good-bye for a little while; only for a little while, my
own, my own! “

Then she died. And for a time I too seemed to die, but could not. I
buried her and the child here at Fulcombe; or rather I buried their
ashes since I could not endure that her beloved body should see
corruption.

Afterwards, when all was over, I spoke of these last words of

Natalie’s with both Bickley and Bastin, for somehow I seemed to
wish to learn their separate views.

The latter I may explain, had been present at the end in his spiritual
capacity, but I do not think that he in the least understood the nature
of the drama which was passing before his eyes. His prayers and the
christening absorbed all his attention, and he never was a man who
could think of more than one thing at a time.

When I told him exactly what had happened and repeated the words
that Natalie spoke, he was much interested in his own nebulous
way, and said that it was delightful to meet with an example of a
good Christian, such as my wife had been, who actually saw
something of Heaven before she had gone there. His own faith was,
he thanked God, fairly robust, but still an undoubted occurrence of
the sort acted as a refreshment, “like rain on a pasture when it is
rather dry, you know, “ he added, breaking into simile.

I remarked that she had not seemed to speak in the sense he

indicated, but appeared to allude to something quite near at hand
and more or less immediate.

“I don’t know that there is anything nearer at hand than the

Hereafter, “ he answered. “I expect she meant that you will probably
soon die and join her in Paradise, if you are worthy to do so. But of
course it is not wise to put too much reliance upon words spoken by
people at the last, because often they don’t quite know what they are
saying. Indeed sometimes I think this was so in the case of my own
wife, who really seemed to me to talk a good deal of rubbish. Good-
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her varicose veins cut out, and I mustn’t stop here wasting time in
pleasant conversation. She thinks just as much of her varicose veins
as we do of the loss of our wives. “

I wonder what Bastin’s ideas of unpleasant conversation may be,

thought I to myself, as I watched him depart already wool-gathering
on some other subject, probably the heresy of one of those “early
fathers” who occupied most of his thoughts.

Bickley listened to my tale in sympathetic silence, as a doctor does to

a patient. When he was obliged to speak, he said that it was
interesting as an example of a tendency of certain minds towards
romantic vision which sometimes asserts itself, even in the throes of
death.

“You know, “ he added, “that I put faith in none of these things. I

wish that I could, but reason and science both show me that they
lack foundation. The world on the whole is a sad place, where we
arrive through the passions of others implanted in them by Nature,
which, although it cares nothing for individual death, is tender
towards the impulse of races of every sort to preserve their collective
life. Indeed the impulse is Nature, or at least its chief manifestation.
Consequently, whether we be gnats or elephants, or anything
between and beyond, even stars for aught I know, we must make the
best of things as they are, taking the good and the evil as they come
and getting all we can out of life until it leaves us, after which we
need not trouble. You had a good time for a little while and were
happy in it; now you are having a bad time and are wretched.
Perhaps in the future, when your mental balance has re-asserted
itself, you will have other good times in the afternoon of your days,
and then follow twilight and the dark. That is all there is to hope for,
and we may as well look the thing in the face. Only I confess, my
dear fellow, that your experience convinces me that marriage should
be avoided at whatever inconvenience. Indeed I have long wondered
that anyone can take the responsibility of bringing a child into the
world. But probably nobody does in cold blood, except misguided
idiots like Bastin, “ he added. “He would have twenty, had not his
luck intervened. “

“Then you believe in nothing, Friend, “ I said.

“Nothing, I am sorry to say, except what I see and my five senses

appreciate. “

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“You reject all possibility of miracle, for instance? “

“That depends on what you mean by miracle. Science shows us all

kinds of wonders which our great grandfathers would have called
miracles, but these are nothing but laws that we are beginning to
understand. Give me an instance. “

“Well, “ I replied at hazard, “if you were assured by someone that a

man could live for a thousand years? “

“I should tell him that he was a fool or a liar, that is all. It is

impossible. “

“Or that the same identity, spirit, animating principle—call it what

you will—can flit from body to body, say in successive ages? Or that
the dead can communicate with the living? “

“Convince me of any of these things, Arbuthnot, and mind you I

desire to be convinced, and I will take back every word I have said
and walk through Fulcombe in a white sheet proclaiming myself the
fool. Now, I must get off to the Cottage Hospital to cut out Widow
Jenkins’s varicose veins. They are tangible and real at any rate; about
the largest I ever saw, indeed. Give up dreams, old boy, and take to
something useful. You might go back to your fiction writing; you
seem to have leanings that way, and you know you need not publish
the stories, except privately for the edification of your friends. “

With this Parthian shaft Bickley took his departure to make a job of
Widow Jenkins’s legs.

I took his advice. During the next few months I did write something
which occupied my thoughts for a while, more or less. It lies in my
safe to this minute, for somehow I have never been able to make up
my mind to burn what cost me so much physical and mental toil.

When it was finished my melancholy returned to me with added

force. Everything in the house took a tongue and cried to me of past
days. Its walls echoed a voice that I could never hear again; in the
very looking-glasses I saw the reflection of a lost presence. Although
I had moved myself for the purposes of sleep to a little room at the
further end of the building, footsteps seemed to creep about my bed
at night and I heard the rustle of a remembered dress without the

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door. The place grew hateful to me. I felt that I must get away from it
or I should go mad.

One afternoon Bastin arrived carrying a book and in a state of high

indignation. This work, written, as he said, by some ribald traveller,
grossly traduced the character of missionaries to the South Sea
Islands, especially of those of the Society to which he subscribed, and
he threw it on the table in his righteous wrath. Bickley picked it up
and opened it at a photograph of a very pretty South Sea Island girl
clad in a few flowers and nothing else, which he held towards
Bastin, saying:

“Is it to this child of Nature that you object? I call her distinctly
attractive, though perhaps she does wear her hibiscus blooms with a
difference to our women—a little lower down. “

“The devil is always attractive, “ replied Bastin gloomily. “Child of

Nature indeed! I call her Child of Sin. That photograph is enough to
make my poor Sarah turn in her grave. “

“Why? “ asked Bickley; “seeing that wide seas roll between you and
this dusky Venus. Also I thought that according to your Hebrew
legend sin came in with bark garments. “

“You should search the Scriptures, Bickley, “ I broke in, “and

cultivate accuracy. It was fig-leaves that symbolised its arrival. The
garments, which I think were of skin, developed later. “

“Perhaps, “ went on Bickley, who had turned the page, “she” (he
referred to the late Mrs. Bastin) “would have preferred her thus, “
and he held up another illustration of the same woman.

In this the native belle appeared after conversion, clad in broken-

down stays—I suppose they were stays—out of which she seemed to
bulge and flow in every direction, a dirty white dress several sizes
too small, a kind of Salvation Army bonnet without a crown and a
prayer-book which she held pressed to her middle; the general effect
being hideous, and in some curious way, improper.

“Certainly, “ said Bastin, “though I admit her clothes do not seem to

fit and she has not buttoned them up as she ought. But it is not of the
pictures so much as of the letterpress with its false and scandalous
accusations, that I complain. “

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“Why do you complain? “ asked Bickley. “Probably it is quite true,

though that we could never ascertain without visiting the lady’s
home. “

“If I could afford it, “ exclaimed Bastin with rising anger, “I should
like to go there and expose this vile traducer of my cloth. “

“So should I, “ answered Bickley, “and expose these introducers of

consumption, measles and other European diseases, to say nothing
of gin, among an innocent and Arcadian people. “

“How can you call them innocent, Bickley, when they murder and
eat missionaries? “

“I dare say we should all eat a missionary, Bastin, if we were hungry

enough, “ was the answer, after which something occurred to change
the conversation.

But I kept the book and read it as a neutral observer, and came to the
conclusion that these South Sea Islands, a land where it was always
afternoon, must be a charming place, in which perhaps the stars of
the Tropics and the scent of the flowers might enable one to forget a
little, or at least take the edge off memory. Why should I not visit
them and escape another long and dreary English winter? No, I
could not do so alone. If Bastin and Bickley were there, their eternal
arguments might amuse me. Well, why should they not come also?
When one has money things can always be arranged.

The idea, which had its root in this absurd conversation, took a
curious hold on me. I thought of it all the evening, being alone, and
that night it re-arose in my dreams. I dreamed that my lost Natalie
appeared to me and showed me a picture. It was of a long, low land,
a curving shore of which the ends were out of the picture, whereon
grew tall palms, and where great combers broke upon gleaming
sand.

Then the picture seemed to become a reality and I saw Natalie

herself, strangely changeful in her aspect, strangely varying in face
and figure, strangely bright, standing in the mouth of a pass whereof
the little bordering cliffs were covered with bushes and low trees,
whose green was almost hid in lovely flowers. There in my dream
she stood, smiling mysteriously, and stretched out her arms towards
me.

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As I awoke I seemed to hear her voice, repeating her dying words:

“Go where you seem called to go, far away. Oh! the wonderful place
in which you will find me, not knowing that you have found me. “

With some variations this dream visited me twice that night. In the
morning I woke up quite determined that I would go to the South
Sea Islands, even if I must do so alone. On that same evening Bastin
and Bickley dined with me. I said nothing to them about my dream,
for Bastin never dreamed and Bickley would have set it down to
indigestion. But when the cloth had been cleared away and we were
drinking our glass of port—both Bastin and Bickley only took one,
the former because he considered port a sinful indulgence of the
flesh, the latter because he feared it would give him gout—I
remarked casually that they both looked very run down and as
though they wanted a rest. They agreed, at least each of them said he
had noticed it in the other. Indeed Bastin added that the damp and
the cold in the church, in which he held daily services to no
congregation except the old woman who cleaned it, had given him
rheumatism, which prevented him from sleeping.

“Do call things by their proper names, “ interrupted Bickley. “I told

you yesterday that what you are suffering from is neuritis in your
right arm, which will become chronic if you neglect it much longer. I
have the same thing myself, so I ought to know, and unless I can
stop operating for a while I believe my fingers will become useless.
Also something is affecting my sight, overstrain, I suppose, so that I
am obliged to wear stronger and stronger glasses. I think I shall have
to leave Ogden” (his partner) “in charge for a while, and get away
into the sun. There is none here before June. “

“I would if I could pay a locum tenens and were quite sure it isn’t
wrong, “ said Bastin.

“I am glad you both think like that, “ I remarked, “as I have a

suggestion to make to you. I want to go to the South Seas about
which we were talking yesterday, to get the thorough change that
Bickley has been advising for me, and I should be very grateful if
you would both come as my guests. You, Bickley, make so much
money out of cutting people about, that you can arrange your own
affairs during your absence. But as for you, Bastin, I will see to the
wherewithal for the locum tenens, and everything else. “

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“You are very kind, “ said Bastin, “and certainly I should like to
expose that misguided author, who probably published his offensive
work without thinking that what he wrote might affect the
subscriptions to the missionary societies, also to show Bickley that he
is not always right, as he seems to think. But I could never dream of
accepting without the full approval of the Bishop. “

“You might get that of your nurse also, if she happens to be still
alive, “ mocked Bickley. “As for his Lordship, I don’t think he will
raise any objection when he sees the certificate I will give you about
the state of your health. He is a great believer in me ever since I took
that carbuncle out of his neck which he got because he will not eat
enough. As for me, I mean to come if only to show you how
continually and persistently you are wrong. But, Arbuthnot, how do
you mean to go? “

“I don’t know. In a mail steamer, I suppose. “

“If you can run to it, a yacht would be much better. “

“That’s a good idea, for one could get out of the beaten tracks and
see the places that are never, or seldom, visited. I will make some
inquiries. And now, to celebrate the occasion, let us all have another
glass of port and drink a toast. “

They hesitated and were lost, Bastin murmuring something about

doing without his stout next day as a penance. Then they both asked
what was the toast, each of them, after thought, suggesting that it
should be the utter confusion of the other.

I shook my head, whereon as a result of further cogitation, Bastin

submitted that the Unknown would be suitable. Bickley said that he
thought this a foolish idea as everything worth knowing was already
known, and what was the good of drinking to the rest? A toast to the
Truth would be better.

A notion came to me.

“Let us combine them, “ I said, “and drink to the Unknown Truth. “

So we did, though Bastin grumbled that the performance made him

feel like Pilate.

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“We are all Pilates in our way, “ I replied with a sigh.

“That is what I think every time I diagnose a case, “ exclaimed

Bickley.

As for me I laughed and for some unknown reason felt happier than
I had done for months. Oh! if only the writer of that tourist tale of the
South Sea Islands could have guessed what fruit his light-thrown
seed would yield to us and to the world!

I made my inquiries through a London agency which hired out

yachts or sold them to the idle rich. As I expected, there were plenty
to be had, at a price, but wealthy as I was, the figure asked of the
buyer of any suitable craft, staggered me. In the end, however, I
chartered one for six months certain and at so much per month for as
long as I liked afterwards. The owners paid insurance and
everything else on condition that they appointed the captain and
first mate, also the engineer, for this yacht, which was named Star of
the South, could steam at about ten knots as well as sail.

I know nothing about yachts, and therefore shall not attempt to

describe her, further than to say that she was of five hundred and
fifty tons burden, very well constructed, and smart to look at, as well
she might be, seeing that a deceased millionaire from whose
executors I hired her had spent a fortune in building and equipping
her in the best possible style. In all, her crew consisted of thirty-two
hands. A peculiarity of the vessel was that owing to some fancy of
the late owner, the passenger accommodation, which was splendid,
lay forward of the bridge, this with the ship’s store-rooms,
refrigerating chamber, etc., being almost in the bows. It was owing to
these arrangements, which were unusual, that the executors found it
impossible to sell, and were therefore glad to accept such an offer as
mine in order to save expenses. Perhaps they hoped that she might
go to the bottom, being heavily insured. If so, the Fates did not
disappoint them.

The captain, named Astley, was a jovial person who held every kind
of certificate. He seemed so extraordinarily able at his business that
personally I suspected him of having made mistakes in the course of
his career, not unconnected with the worship of Bacchus. In this I
believe I was right; otherwise a man of such attainments would have
been commanding something bigger than a private yacht. The first
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the concertina, and seemed to be able to do without sleep. The crew

were a mixed lot, good men for the most part and quite
unobjectionable, more than half of them being Scandinavian. I think
that is all I need say about the Star of the South.

The arrangement was that the Star of the South should proceed
through the Straits of Gibraltar to Marseilles, where we would join
her, and thence travel via the Suez Canal, to Australia and on to the
South Seas, returning home as our fancy or convenience might
dictate.

All the first part of the plan we carried out to the letter. Of the
remainder I say nothing at present.

The Star of the South was amply provided with every kind of store.
Among them were medicines and surgical instruments, selected by
Bickley, and a case of Bibles and other religious works in sundry
languages of the South Seas, selected by Bastin, whose bishop, when
he understood the pious objects of his journey, had rather
encouraged than hindered his departure on sick leave, and a large
number of novels, books of reference, etc., laid in by myself. She duly
sailed from the Thames and reached Marseilles after a safe and easy
passage, where all three of us boarded her.

I forgot to add that she had another passenger, the little spaniel,
Tommy. I had intended to leave him behind, but while I was packing
up he followed me about with such evident understanding of my
purpose that my heart was touched. When I entered the motor to
drive to the station he escaped from the hands of the servant,
whimpering, and took refuge on my knee. After this I felt that
Destiny intended him to be our companion. Moreover, was he not
linked with my dead past, and, had I but known it, with my living
future also?

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Chapter V

The Cyclone

We enjoyed our voyage exceedingly. In Egypt, a land I was glad to

revisit, we only stopped a week while the Star of the South, which
we rejoined at Suez, coaled and went through the Canal. This,
however, gave us time to spend a few days in Cairo, visit the
Pyramids and Sakkara which Bastin and Bickley had never seen
before, and inspect the great Museum. The journey up the Nile was
postponed until our return. It was a pleasant break and gave Bickley,
a most omnivorous reader who was well acquainted with Egyptian
history and theology, the opportunity of trying to prove to Bastin
that Christianity was a mere development of the ancient Egyptian
faith. The arguments that ensued may be imagined. It never seemed
to occur to either of them that all faiths may be and indeed probably
are progressive; in short, different rays of light thrown from the
various facets of the same crystal, as in turn these are shone upon by
the sun of Truth.

Our passage down the Red Sea was cool and agreeable. Thence we
shaped our course for Ceylon. Here again we stopped a little while
to run up to Kandy and to visit the ruined city of Anarajapura with
its great Buddhist topes that once again gave rise to religious
argument between my two friends. Leaving Ceylon we struck across
the Indian Ocean for Perth in Western Australia.

It was a long voyage, since to save our coal we made most of it under
canvas. However, we were not dull as Captain Astley was a good
companion, and even out of the melancholy Dane, Jacobsen, we had
entertainment. He insisted on holding seances in the cabin, at which
the usual phenomena occurred. The table twisted about, voices were
heard and Jacobsen’s accordion wailed out tunes above our heads.
These happenings drove Bickley to a kind of madness, for here were
events which he could not explain. He was convinced that someone
was playing tricks upon him, and devised the most elaborate snares
to detect the rogue, entirely without result.

First he accused Jacobsen, who was very indignant, and then me,
who laughed. In the end Jacobsen and I left the “circle” and the
cabin, which was locked behind us; only Bastin and Bickley
remaining there in the dark. Presently we heard sounds of

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altercation, and Bickley emerged looking very red in the face,

followed by Bastin, who was saying:

“Can I help it if something pulled your nose and snatched off your
eyeglasses, which anyhow are quite useless to you when there is no
light? Again, is it possible for me, sitting on the other side of that
table, to have placed the concertina on your head and made it play
the National Anthem, a thing that I have not the slightest idea how
to do? “

“Please do not try to explain, “ snapped Bickley. “I am perfectly

aware that you deceived me somehow, which no doubt you think a
good joke. “

“My dear fellow, “ I interrupted, “is it possible to imagine old Basil

deceiving anyone? “

“Why not, “ snorted Bickley, “seeing that he deceives himself from

one year’s end to the other? “

“I think, “ said Bastin, “that this is an unholy business and that we

are both deceived by the devil. I will have no more to do with it, “
and he departed to his cabin, probably to say some appropriate
prayers.

After this the seances were given up but Jacobsen produced an

instrument called a planchette and with difficulty persuaded Bickley
to try it, which he did after many precautions. The thing, a heart-
shaped piece of wood mounted on wheels and with a pencil stuck at
its narrow end, cantered about the sheet of paper on which it was
placed, Bickley, whose hands rested upon it, staring at the roof of the
cabin. Then it began to scribble and after a while stopped still.

“Will the Doctor look? “ said Jacobsen. “Perhaps the spirits have told
him something. “

“Oh! curse all this silly talk about spirits, “ exclaimed Bickley, as he
arranged his eyeglasses and held up the paper to the light, for it was
after dinner.

He stared, then with an exclamation which I will not repeat, and a

glance of savage suspicion at the poor Dane and the rest of us, threw
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screaming with laughter. There on the top of the sheet was a rough
but entirely recognizable portrait of Bickley with the accordion on
his head, and underneath, written in a delicate, Italian female hand,
absolutely different from his own, were these words taken from one
of St. Paul’s Epistles—”Oppositions of science falsely so called. “
Underneath them again in a scrawling, schoolboy fist, very like
Bastin’s, was inscribed, “Tell us how this is done, you silly doctor,
who think yourself so clever. “

“It seems that the devil really can quote Scripture, “ was Bastin’s
only comment, while Jacobsen stared before him and smiled.

Bickley never alluded to the matter, but for days afterwards I saw
him experimenting with paper and chemicals, evidently trying to
discover a form of invisible ink which would appear upon the
application of the hand. As he never said anything about it, I fear
that he failed.

This planchette business had a somewhat curious ending. A few

nights later Jacobsen was working it and asked me to put a question.
To oblige him I inquired on what day we should reach Fremantle,
the port of Perth. It wrote an answer which, I may remark,
subsequently proved to be quite correct.

“That is not a good question, “ said Jacobsen, “since as a sailor I

might guess the reply. Try again, Mr. Arbuthnot. “

“Will anything remarkable happen on our voyage to the South Seas?

“ I inquired casually.

The planchette hesitated a while then wrote rapidly and stopped.

Jacobsen took up the paper and began to read the answer aloud—
”To A, B the D, and B the C, the most remarkable things will happen
that have happened to men living in the world. “

“That must mean me, Bickley the doctor and Bastin the clergyman, “
I said, laughing.

Jacobsen paid no attention, for he was reading what followed. As he

did so I saw his face turn white and his eyes begin to start from his
head. Then suddenly he tore the paper in pieces which he thrust into
his pocket. Lifting his great fist he uttered some Danish oath and
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he strode away, leaving me astonished and somewhat disturbed.

When I met him the next morning I asked him what was on the
paper.

“Oh! “ he said quietly, “something I should not like you too- proper
English gentlemens to see. Something not nice. You understand.
Those spirits not always good; they do that kind of thing sometimes.
That’s why I broke up this planchette. “

Then he began to talk of something else and there the matter ended.

I should have said that, principally with a view to putting

themselves in a position to confute each other, ever since we had
started from Marseilles both Bastin and Bickley spent a number of
hours each day in assiduous study of the language of the South Sea
Islands. It became a kind of competition between them as to which
could learn the most. Now Bastin, although simple and even stupid
in some ways, was a good scholar, and as I knew at college, had
quite a faculty for acquiring languages in which he had taken high
marks at examinations. Bickley, too, was an extraordinarily able
person with an excellent memory, especially when he was on his
mettle. The result was that before we ever reached a South Sea island
they had a good working knowledge of the local tongues.

As it chanced, too, at Perth we picked up a Samoan and his wife

who, under some of the “white Australia” regulations, were not
allowed to remain in the country and offered to work as servants in
return for a passage to Apia where we proposed to call some time or
other. With these people Bastin and Bickley talked all day long till
really they became fairly proficient in their soft and beautiful dialect.
They wished me to learn also, but I said that with two such excellent
interpreters and the natives while they remained with us, it seemed
quite unnecessary. Still, I picked up a good deal in a quiet way, as
much as they did perhaps.

At length, travelling on and on as a voyager to the planet Mars might

do, we sighted the low shores of Australia and that same evening
were towed, for our coal was quite exhausted, to the wharf at
Fremantle. Here we spent a few days exploring the beautiful town of
Perth and its neighbourhood where it was very hot just then, and
eating peaches and grapes till we made ourselves ill, as a visitor
often does who is unaware that fruit should not be taken in quantity
in Australia while the sun is high. Then we departed for Melbourne

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almost before our arrival was generally known, since I did not wish
to advertise our presence or the object of our journey.

We crossed the Great Australian Bight, of evil reputation, in the most

perfect weather; indeed it might have been a mill pond, and after a
short stay at Melbourne, went on to Sydney, where we coaled again
and laid in supplies.

Then our real journey began. The plan we laid out was to sail to Suva
in Fiji, about 1,700 miles away, and after a stay there, on to Hawaii or
the Sandwich Islands, stopping perhaps at the Phoenix Islands and
the Central Polynesian Sporades, such as Christmas and Fanning
Isles. Then we proposed to turn south again through the Marshall
Archipelago and the Caroline Islands, and so on to New Guinea and
the Coral Sea. Particularly did we wish to visit Easter Island on
account of its marvelous sculptures that are supposed to be the relics
of a pre-historic race. In truth, however, we had no fixed plan except
to go wherever circumstance and chance might take us. Chance, I
may add, or something else, took full advantage of its opportunities.

We came to Suva in safety and spent a while in exploring the

beautiful Fiji Isles where both Bastin and Bickley made full inquiries
about the work of the missionaries, each of them drawing exactly
opposite conclusions from the same set of admitted facts. Thence we
steamed to Samoa and put our two natives ashore at Apia, where we
procured some coal. We did not stay long enough in these islands to
investigate them, however, because persons of experience there
assured us from certain familiar signs that one of the terrible
hurricanes with which they are afflicted, was due to arrive shortly
and that we should do well to put ourselves beyond its reach. So
having coaled and watered we departed in a hurry.

Up to this time I should state we had met with the most wonderful
good fortune in the matter of weather, so good indeed that never on
one occasion since we left Marseilles, had we been obliged to put the
fiddles on the tables. With the superstition of a sailor Captain Astley,
when I alluded to the matter, shook his head saying that doubtless
we should pay for it later on, since “luck never goes all the way” and
cyclones were reported to be about.

Here I must tell that after we were clear of Apia, it was discovered
that the Danish mate who was believed to be in his cabin unwell
from something he had eaten, was missing. The question arose

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whether we should put back to find him, as we supposed that he had

made a trip inland and met with an accident, or been otherwise
delayed. I was in favour of doing so though the captain, thinking of
the threatened hurricane, shook his head and said that Jacobsen was
a queer fellow who might just as well have gone overboard as
anywhere else, if he thought he heard “the spirits, of whom he was
so fond, “ calling him. While the matter was still in suspense I
happened to go into my own stateroom and there, stuck in the
looking-glass, saw an envelope in the Dane’s handwriting addressed
to myself. On opening it I found another sealed letter, unaddressed,
also a note that ran as follows:

“Honoured Sir,

“You will think very badly of me for leaving you, but the enclosed
which I implore you not to open until you have seen the last of the
Star of the South, will explain my reason and I hope clear my
reputation. I thank you again and again for all your kindness and
pray that the Spirits who rule the world may bless and preserve you,
also the Doctor and Mr. Bastin. “

This letter, which left the fate of Jacobsen quite unsolved, for it might
mean either that he had deserted or drowned himself, I put away
with the enclosure in my pocket. Of course there was no obligation
on me to refrain from opening the letter, but I shrank from doing so
both from some kind of sense of honour and, to tell the truth, for fear
of what it might contain. I felt that this would be disagreeable; also,
although there was nothing to connect them together, I bethought
me of the scene when Jacobsen had smashed the planchette.

On my return to the deck I said nothing whatsoever about the

discovery of the letter, but only remarked that on reflection I had
changed my mind and agreed with the captain that it would be
unwise to attempt to return in order to look for Jacobsen. So the
boatswain, a capable individual who had seen better days, was
promoted to take his watches and we went on as before. How
curiously things come about in the world! For nautical reasons that
were explained to me, but which I will not trouble to set down, if
indeed I could remember them, I believe that if we had returned to
Apia we should have missed the great gale and subsequent cyclone,
and with these much else. But it was not so fated.

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It was on the fourth day, when we were roughly seven hundred

miles or more north of Samoa, that we met the edge of this gale
about sundown. The captain put on steam in the hope of pushing
through it, but that night we dined for the first time with the fiddles
on, and by eleven o’clock it was as much as one could do to stand in
the cabin, while the water was washing freely over the deck.
Fortunately, however, the wind veered more aft of us, so that by
putting about her head a little (seamen must forgive me if I talk of
these matters as a landlubber) we ran almost before the wind,
though not quite in the direction that we wished to go.

When the light came it was blowing very hard indeed, and the sky
was utterly overcast, so that we got no glimpse of the sun, or of the
stars on the following night. Unfortunately, there was no moon
visible; indeed, if there had been I do not suppose that it would have
helped us because of the thick pall of clouds. For quite seventy-two
hours we ran on beneath bare poles before that gale. The little vessel
behaved splendidly, riding the seas like a duck, but I could see that
Captain Astley was growing alarmed. When I said something
complimentary to him about the conduct of the Star of the South, he
replied that she was forging ahead all right, but the question was—
where to? He had been unable to take an observation of any sort
since we left Samoa; both his patent logs had been carried away, so
that now only the compass remained, and he had not the slightest
idea where we were in that great ocean studded with atolls and
islands.

I asked him whether we could not steam back to our proper course,
but he answered that to do so he would have to travel dead in the
eye of the gale, and he doubted whether the engines would stand it.
Also there was the question of coal to be considered. However, he
had kept the fires going and would do what he could if the weather
moderated.

That night during dinner which now consisted of tinned foods and
whisky and water, for the seas had got to the galley fire, suddenly
the gale dropped, whereat we rejoiced exceedingly. The captain
came down into the saloon very white and shaken, I thought, and I
asked him to have a nip of whisky to warm him up, and to celebrate
our good fortune in having run out of the wind. He took the bottle
and, to my alarm, poured out a full half tumbler of spirit, which he
swallowed undiluted in two or three gulps.

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“That’s better! “ he said with a hoarse laugh. “But man, what is it

you are saying about having run out of the wind? Look at the glass!“

“We have, “ said Bastin, “and it is wonderfully steady. About 29

degrees or a little over, which it has been for the last three days. “

Again Astley laughed in a mirthless fashion, as he answered:

“Oh, that thing! That’s the passengers’ glass. I told the steward to
put it out of gear so that you might not be frightened; it is an old
trick. Look at this, “ and he produced one of the portable variety out
of his pocket.

We looked, and it stood somewhere between 27 degrees and 28

degrees.

“That’s the lowest glass I ever saw in the Polynesian or any other
seas during thirty years. It’s right, too, for I have tested it by three
others, “ he said.

“What does it mean? “ I asked rather anxiously.

“South Sea cyclone of the worst breed, “ he replied. “That cursed

Dane knew it was coming and that’s why he left the ship. Pray as
you never prayed before, “ and again he stretched out his hand
towards the whisky bottle. But I stepped between him and it,
shaking my head. Thereon he laughed for the third time and left the
cabin. Though I saw him once or twice afterwards, these were really
the last words of intelligible conversation that I ever had with
Captain Astley.

“It seems that we are in some danger, “ said Bastin, in an unmoved

kind of way. “I think that was a good idea of the captain’s, to put up
a petition, I mean, but as Bickley will scarcely care to join in it I will
go into the cabin and do so myself. “

Bickley snorted, then said:

“Confound that captain! Why did he play such a trick upon us about
the barometer? Humphrey, I believe he had been drinking. “

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“So do I, “ I said, looking at the whisky bottle. “Otherwise, after

taking those precautions to keep us in the dark, he would not have
let on like that. “

“Well, “ said Bickley, “he can’t get to the liquor, except through this
saloon, as it is locked up forward with the other stores. “

“That’s nothing, “ I replied, “as doubtless he has a supply of his

own; rum, I expect. We must take our chance. “

Bickley nodded, and suggested that we should go on deck to see

what was happening. So we went. Not a breath of wind was stirring,
and even the sea seemed to be settling down a little. At least, so we
judged from the motion, for we could not see either it or the sky;
everything was as black as pitch. We heard the sailors, however,
engaged in rigging guide ropes fore and aft, and battening down the
hatches with extra tarpaulins by the light of lanterns. Also they were
putting ropes round the boats and doing something to the spars and
topmasts.

Presently Bastin joined us, having, I suppose, finished his devotions.

“Really, it is quite pleasant here, “ he said. “One never knows how

disagreeable so much wind is until it stops. “

I lit my pipe, making no answer, and the match burned quite

steadily there in the open air.

“What is that? “ exclaimed Bickley, staring at something which now

I saw for the first time. It looked like a line of white approaching
through the gloom. With it came a hissing sound, and although there
was still no wind, the rigging began to moan mysteriously like a
thing in pain. A big drop of water also fell from the sides into my
pipe and put it out. Then one of the sailors cried in a hoarse voice:

“Get down below, governors, unless you want to go out to sea! “

“Why? “ inquired Bastin.

“Why? Becos the ‘urricane is coming, that’s all. Coming as though

the devil had kicked it out of ‘ell. “

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Bastin seemed inclined to remonstrate at this sort of language, but

we pushed him down the companion and followed, propelling the
spaniel Tommy in front of us. Next moment I heard the sailors
battening the hatch with hurried blows, and when this was done to
their satisfaction, heard their feet also as they ran into shelter.

Another instant and we were all lying in a heap on the cabin floor
with poor Tommy on top of us. The cyclone had struck the ship!
Above the wash of water and the screaming of the gale we heard
other mysterious sounds, which doubtless were caused by the yards
hitting the seas, for the yacht was lying on her side. I thought that all
was over, but presently there came a rending, crashing noise. The
masts, or one of them, had gone, and by degrees we righted.

“Near thing! “ said Bickley. “Good heavens, what’s that? “

I listened, for the electric light had temporarily gone out, owing, I
suppose, to the dynamo having stopped for a moment. A most
unholy and hollow sound was rising from the cabin floor. It might
have been caused by a bullock with its windpipe cut, trying to get its
breath and groaning. Then the light came on again and we saw
Bastin lying at full length on the carpet.

“He’s broken his neck or something, “ I said.

Bickley crept to him and having looked, sang out:

“It’s all right! He’s only sea-sick. I thought it would come to that if he
drank so much tea. “

“Sea-sick, “ I said faintly—”sea-sick? “

“That’s all, “ said Bickley. “The nerves of the stomach acting on the
brain or vice-versa—that is, if Bastin has a brain, “ he added sotto
voce.

“Oh! “ groaned the prostrate clergyman. “I wish that I were dead! “

“Don’t trouble about that, “ answered Bickley. “I expect you soon

will be. Here, drink some whisky, you donkey. “

Bastin sat up and obeyed, out of the bottle, for it was impossible to
pour anything into a glass, with results too dreadful to narrate.

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“I call that a dirty trick, “ he said presently, in a feeble voice,

glowering at Bickley.

“I expect I shall have to play you a dirtier before long, for you are a
pretty bad case, old fellow. “

As a matter of fact he had, for once Bastin had begun really we

thought that he was going to die. Somehow we got him into his
cabin, which opened off the saloon, and as he could drink nothing
more, Bickley managed to inject morphia or some other compound
into him, which made him insensible for a long while.

“He must be in a poor way, “ he said, “for the needle went more
than a quarter of an inch into him, and he never cried out or stirred.
Couldn’t help it in that rolling. “

But now I could hear the engines working, and I think that the bow
of the vessel was got head on to the seas, for instead of rolling we
pitched, or rather the ship stood first upon one end and then upon
the other. This continued for a while until the first burst of the
cyclone had gone by. Then suddenly the engines stopped; I suppose
that they had broken down, but I never learned, and we seemed to
veer about, nearly sinking in the process, and to run before the
hurricane at terrific speed.

“I wonder where we are going to? “ I said to Bickley. “To the land of
sleep, Humphrey, I imagine, “ he replied in a more gentle voice than
I had often heard him use, adding: “Good-bye, old boy, we have
been real friends, haven’t we, notwithstanding my peculiarities? I
only wish that I could think that there was anything in Bastin’s
views. But I can’t, I can’t. It’s good night for us poor creatures! “

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Chapter VI

Land

At last the electric light really went out. I had looked at my watch
just before this happened and wound it up, which, Bickley
remarked, was superfluous and a waste of energy. It then marked
3.20 in the morning. We had wedged Bastin, who was now snoring
comfortably, into his berth, with pillows, and managed to tie a cord
over him—no, it was a large bath towel, fixing one end of it to the
little rack over his bed and the other to its framework. As for
ourselves, we lay down on the floor between the table legs, which, of
course, were screwed, and the settee, protecting ourselves as best we
were able by help of the cushions, etc., between two of which we
thrust the terrified Tommy who had been sliding up and down the
cabin floor. Thus we remained, expecting death every moment till
the light of day, a very dim light, struggling through a port-hole of
which the iron cover had somehow been wrenched off. Or perhaps it
was never shut, I do not remember.

About this time there came a lull in the hellish, howling hurricane;
the fact being, I suppose, that we had reached the centre of the
cyclone. I suggested that we should try to go on deck and see what
was happening. So we started, only to find the entrance to the
companion so faithfully secured that we could not by any means get
out. We knocked and shouted, but no one answered. My belief is
that at this time everyone on the yacht except ourselves had been
washed away and drowned.

Then we returned to the saloon, which, except for a little water

trickling about the floor, was marvelously dry, and, being hungry,
retrieved some bits of food and biscuit from its corners and ate. At
this moment the cyclone began to blow again worse than ever, but it
seemed to us, from another direction, and before it sped our poor
derelict barque. It blew all day till for my part I grew utterly weary
and even longed for the inevitable end. If my views were not quite
those of Bastin, certainly they were not those of Bickley. I had
believed from my youth up that the individuality of man, the ego, so
to speak, does not die when life goes out of his poor body, and this
faith did not desert me then. Therefore, I wished to have it over and
learn what there might be upon the other side.

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We could not speak much because of the howling of the wind, but
Bickley did manage to shout to me something to the effect that his
partners would, in his opinion, make an end of their great practice
within two years, which, he added, was a pity. I nodded my head,
not caring twopence what happened to Bickley’s partners or their
business, or to my own property, or to anything else. When death is
at hand most of us do not think much of such things because then we
realise how small they are. Indeed I was wondering whether within
a few minutes or hours I should or should not see Natalie again, and
if this were the end to which she had seemed to beckon me in that
dream.

On we sped, and on. About four in the afternoon we heard sounds

from Bastin’s cabin which faintly reminded me of some tune. I crept
to the door and listened. Evidently he had awakened and was
singing or trying to sing, for music was not one of his strong points,
“For those in peril on the sea. “ Devoutly did I wish that it might be
heard. Presently it ceased, so I suppose he went to sleep again.

The darkness gathered once more. Then of a sudden something

fearful happened. There were stupendous noises of a kind I had
never heard; there were convulsions. It seemed to us that the ship
was flung right up into the air a hundred feet or more.

“Tidal wave, I expect, “ shouted Bickley.

Almost as he spoke she came down with the most appalling crash on
to something hard and nearly jarred the senses out of us. Next the
saloon was whirling round and round and yet being carried
forward, and we felt air blowing upon us. Then our senses left us. As
I clasped Tommy to my side, whimpering and licking my face, my
last thought was that all was over, and that presently I should learn
everything or nothing.

I woke up feeling very bruised and sore and perceived that light was
flowing into the saloon. The door was still shut, but it had been
wrenched off its hinges, and that was where the light came in; also
some of the teak planks of the decking, jagged and splintered, were
sticking up through the carpet. The table had broken from its
fastenings and lay upon its side. Everything else was one confusion.
I looked at Bickley. Apparently he had not awakened. He was
stretched out still wedged in with his cushions and bleeding from a
wound in his head. I crept to him in terror and listened. He was not

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dead, for his breathing was regular and natural. The whisky bottle
which had been corked was upon the floor unbroken and about a
third full. I took a good pull at the spirit; to me it tasted like nectar
from the gods. Then I tried to force some down Bickley’s throat but
could not, so I poured a little upon the cut on his head. The smart of
it woke him in a hurry.

“Where are we now? “ he exclaimed. “You don’t mean to tell me that

Bastin is right after all and that we live again somewhere else? Oh! I
could never bear that ignominy. “

“I don’t know about living somewhere else, “ I said, “although my

opinions on that matter differ from yours. But I do know that you
and I are still on earth in what remains of the saloon of the Star of the
South. “

“Thank God for that! Let’s go and look for old Bastin, “ said Bickley.
“I do pray that he is all right also. “

“It is most illogical of you, Bickley, and indeed wrong, “ groaned a

deep voice from the other side of the cabin door, “to thank a God in
Whom you do not believe, and to talk of praying for one of the worst
and most inefficient of His servants when you have no faith in
prayer. “

“Got you there, my friend, “ I said.

Bickley murmured something about force of habit, and looked

smaller than I had ever seen him do before.

Somehow we forced that door open; it was not easy because it had
jammed. Within the cabin, hanging on either side of the bath towel
which had stood the strain nobly, something like a damp garment
over a linen line, was Bastin most of whose bunk seemed to have
disappeared. Yes—Bastin, pale and dishevelled and looking shrunk,
with his hair touzled and his beard apparently growing all ways, but
still Bastin alive, if very weak.

Bickley ran at him and made a cursory examination with his fingers.

“Nothing broken, “ he said triumphantly. “He’s all right. “

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“If you had hung over a towel for many hours in most violent
weather you would not say that, “ groaned Bastin. “My inside is a
pulp. But perhaps you would be kind enough to untie me. “

“Bosh! “ said Bickley as he obeyed. “All you want is something to

eat. Meanwhile, drink this, “ and he handed him the remains of the
whisky.

Bastin swallowed it every drop, murmuring something about taking

a little wine for his stomach’s sake, “one of the Pauline injunctions,
you know, “ after which he was much more cheerful. Then we
hunted about and found some more of the biscuits and other food
with which we filled ourselves after a fashion.

“I wonder what has happened, “ said Bastin. “I suppose that, thanks

to the skill of the captain, we have after all reached the haven where
we would be. “

Here he stopped, rubbed his eyes and looked towards the saloon
door which, as I have said, had been wrenched off its hinges, but
appeared to have opened wider than when I observed it last. Also
Tommy, who was recovering his spirits, uttered a series of low
growls.

“It is a most curious thing, “ he went on, “and I suppose I must be

suffering from hallucinations, but I could swear that just now I saw
looking through that door the same improper young woman clothed
in a few flowers and nothing else, whose photograph in that
abominable and libellous book was indirectly the cause of our
tempestuous voyage. “

“Indeed! “ replied Bickley. “Well, so long as she has not got on the
broken-down stays and the Salvation Army bonnet without a crown,
which you may remember she wore after she had fallen into the
hands of your fraternity, I am sure I do not mind. In fact I should be
delighted to see anything so pleasant. “

At this moment a distinct sound of female tittering arose from

beyond the door. Tommy barked and Bickley stepped towards it, but
I called to him.

“Look out! Where there are women there are sure to be men. Let us
be ready against accidents. “

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So we armed ourselves with pistols, that is Bickley and I did, Bastin

being fortified solely with a Bible.

Then we advanced, a remarkable and dilapidated trio, and dragged

the door wide. Instantly there was a scurry and we caught sight of
women’s forms wearing only flowers, and but few of these, running
over white sand towards groups of men armed with odd-looking
clubs, some of which were fashioned to the shapes of swords and
spears. To make an impression I fired two shots with my revolver
into the air, whereupon both men and women fled into groves of
trees and vanished.

“They don’t seem to be accustomed to white people, “ said Bickley.

“Is it possible that we have found a shore upon which no missionary
has set a foot? “

“I hope so, “ said Bastin, “seeing that unworthy as I am, then the
opportunities for me would be very great. “

We stood still and looked about us. This was what we saw. All the
after part of the ship from forward of the bridge had vanished
utterly; there was not a trace of it; she had as it were been cut in two.
More, we were some considerable distance from the sea which was
still raging over a quarter of a mile away where great white combers
struck upon a reef and spouted into the air. Behind us was a cliff,
apparently of rock but covered with earth and vegetation, and
against this cliff, in which the prow of the ship was buried, she, or
what remained of her, had come to anchor for the last time.

“You see what has happened, “ I said. “A great tidal wave has
carried us up here and retreated. “

“That’s it, “ exclaimed Bickley. “Look at the debris, “ and he pointed

to torn-up palms, bushes and seaweed piled into heaps which still
ran salt water; also to a number of dead fish that lay about among
them, adding, “Well, we are saved anyhow. “

“And yet there are people like you who say that there is no
Providence! “ ejaculated Bastin.

“I wonder what the views of Captain Astley and the crew are, or
rather were, upon that matter, “ interrupted Bickley.

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“I don’t know, “ answered Bastin, looking about him vaguely. “It is

true that I can’t see any of them, but if they are drowned no doubt it
is because their period of usefulness in this world had ended. “

“Let’s get down and look about us, “ I remarked, being anxious to
avoid further argument.

So we scrambled from the remnant of the ship, like Noah descending

out of the ark, as Bastin said, on to the beach beneath, where Tommy
rushed to and fro, gambolling for joy. Here we discovered a path
which ran diagonally up the side of a cliff which was nowhere more
than fifty or sixty feet in height, and possibly had once formed the
shore of this land, or perhaps that of a lake. Up this path we went,
following the tracks of many human feet, and reaching the crest of
the cliff, looked about us, basking as we did so in the beautiful
morning sun, for the sky was now clear of clouds and with that last
awful effort, which destroyed our ship, the cyclone had passed
away.

We were standing on a plain down which ran a little stream of good

water whereof Tommy drank greedily, we following his example. To
the right and left of this plain, further than we could see, stretched
bushland over which towered many palms, rather ragged now
because of the lashing of the gale. Looking inland we perceived that
the ground sloped gently downwards, ending at a distance of some
miles in a large lake. Far out in this lake something like the top of a
mountain of a brown colour rose above the water, and on the edge of
it was what from that distance appeared to be a tumbled ruin.

“This is all very interesting, “ I said to Bickley. “What do you make

of it? “

“I don’t quite know. At first sight I should say that we are standing
on the lip of a crater of some vast extinct volcano. Look how it curves
to north and south and at the slope running down to the lake. “

I nodded.

“Lucky that the tidal wave did not get over the cliff, “ I said. “If it
had the people here would have all been drowned out. I wonder
where they have gone? “

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As I spoke Bastin pointed to the edge of the bush some hundreds of

yards away, where we perceived brown figures slipping about
among the trees. I suggested that we should go back to the mouth of
our path, so as to have a line of retreat open in case of necessity, and
await events. So we did and there stood still. By degrees the brown
figures emerged on to the plain to the number of some hundreds,
and we saw that they were both male and female. The women were
clothed in nothing except flowers and a little girdle; the men were all
armed with wooden weapons and also wore a girdle but no flowers.
The children, of whom there were many, were quite naked.

Among these people we observed a tall person clothed in what

seemed to be a magnificent feather cloak, and, walking around and
about him, a number of grotesque forms adorned with hideous
masks and basket-like head-dresses that were surmounted by
plumes.

“The king or chief and his priests or medicine-men! This is splendid,

“ said Bickley triumphantly.

Bastin also contemplated them with enthusiasm as raw material

upon which he hoped to get to work.

By degrees and very cautiously they approached us. To our joy, we

perceived that behind them walked several young women who bore
wooden trays of food or fruit.

“That looks well, “ I said. “They would not make offerings unless
they were friendly. “

“The food may be poisoned, “ remarked Bickley suspiciously.

The crowd advanced, we standing quite still looking as dignified as

we could, I as the tallest in the middle, with Tommy sitting at my
feet. When they were about five and twenty yards away, however,
that wretched little dog caught sight of the masked priests. He
growled and then rushed at them barking, his long black ears
flapping as he went.

The effect was instantaneous. One and all they turned and fled
precipitately, who evidently had never before seen a dog and looked
upon it as a deadly creature. Yes, even the tall chief and his masked
medicine-men fled like hares pursued by Tommy, who bit one of

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them in the leg, evoking a terrific howl. I called him back and took
him into my arms. Seeing that he was safe for a while the crowd
reformed and once again advanced.

As they came we noted that they were a wonderfully handsome

people, tall and straight with regularly shaped features and nothing
of the negro about them. Some of the young women might even be
called beautiful, though those who were elderly had become
corpulent. The feather-clothed chief, however, was much disfigured
by a huge growth with a narrow stalk to it that hung from his neck
and rested on his shoulder.

“I’ll have that off him before he is a week older, “ said Bickley,
surveying this deformity with great professional interest.

On they came, the girls with the platters walking ahead. On one of
these were what looked like joints of baked pork, on another some
plantains and pear-shaped fruits. They knelt down and offered these
to us. We contemplated them for a while. Then Bickley shook his
head and began to rub his stomach with appropriate contortions.
Clearly they were quick-minded enough for they saw the point. At
some words the girls brought the platters to the chief and others,
who took from them portions of the food at hazard and ate them to
show that it was not poisoned, we watching their throats the while to
make sure that it was swallowed. Then they returned again and we
took some of the food though only Bickley ate, because, as I pointed
out to him, being a doctor who understood the use of antidotes;
clearly he should make the experiment. However, nothing
happened; indeed he said that it was very good.

After this there came a pause. Then suddenly Bastin took up his
parable in the Polynesian tongue which—to a certain extent—he had
acquired with so much pains.

“What is this place called? “ he asked slowly and distinctly, pausing

between each word.

His audience shook their heads and he tried again, putting the
accents on different syllables. Behold! some bright spirit understood
him and answered:

“Orofena. “

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“That means a hill, or an island, or a hill in an island, “ whispered

Bickley to me.

“Who is your God? “ asked Bastin again.

The point seemed one upon which they were a little doubtful, but at
last the chief answered, “Oro. He who fights. “

“In other words, Mars, “ said Bickley.

“I will give you a better one, “ said Bastin in the same slow fashion.

Thinking that he referred to himself these children of Nature

contemplated his angular form doubtfully and shook their heads.
Then for the first time one of the men who was wearing a mask and
a wicker crate on his head, spoke in a hollow voice, saying:

“If you try Oro will eat you up. “

“Head priest! “ said Bickley, nudging me. “Old Bastin had better be
careful or he will get his teeth into him and call them Oro’s. “

Another pause, after which the man in a feather cloak with the
growth on his neck that a servant was supporting, said:

“I am Marama, the chief of Orofena. We have never seen men like

you before, if you are men. What brought you here and with you
that fierce and terrible animal, or evil spirit which makes a noise and
bites? “

Now Bickley pretended to consult me who stood brooding and

majestic, that is if I can be majestic. I whispered something and he
answered:

“The gods of the wind and the sea. “

“What nonsense, “ ejaculated Bastin, “there are no such things. “

“Shut up, “ I said, “we must use similes here, “ to which he replied:

“I don’t like similes that tamper with the truth. “

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“Remember Neptune and Aeolus, “ I suggested, and he lapsed into

consideration of the point.

“We knew that you were coming, “ said Marama. “Our doctors told
us all about you a moon ago. But we wish that you would come
more gently, as you nearly washed away our country. “

After looking at me Bickley replied:

“How thankful should you be that in our kindness we have spared

you. “

“What do you come to do? “ inquired Marama again. After the usual
formula of consulting me Bickley answered:

“We come to take that mountain (he meant lump) off your neck and
make you beautiful; also to cure all the sickness among your
people.“

“And I come, “ broke in Bastin, “to give you new hearts. “

These announcements evidently caused great excitement. After

consultation Marama answered:

“We do not want new hearts as the old ones are good, but we wish
to be rid of lumps and sicknesses. If you can do this we will make
you gods and worship you and give you many wives. “ (Here Bastin
held up his hands in horror. ) “When will you begin to take away the
lumps? “

“To-morrow, “ said Bickley. “But learn that if you try to harm us we

will bring another wave which will drown all your country. “

Nobody seemed to doubt our capacities in this direction, but one

inquiring spirit in a wicker crate did ask how it came about that if we
controlled the ocean we had arrived in half a canoe instead of a
whole one.

Bickley replied to the effect that it was because the gods always
travelled in half-canoes to show their higher nature, which seemed
to satisfy everyone. Then we announced that we had seen enough of
them for that day and would retire to think. Meanwhile we should

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be obliged if they would build us a house and keep us supplied with

whatever food they had.

“Do the gods eat? “ asked the sceptic again.

“That fellow is a confounded radical, “ I whispered to Bickley. “Tell

him that they do when they come to Orofena. “

He did so, whereon the chief said:

“Would the gods like a nice young girl cooked? “

At this point Bastin retired down the path, realising that he had to do
with cannibals. We said that we preferred to look at the girls alive
and would meet them again to-morrow morning, when we hoped
that the house would be ready.

So our first interview with the inhabitants of Orofena came to an

end, on which we congratulated ourselves.

On reaching the remains of the Star of the South we set to work to

take stock of what was left to us. Fortunately it proved to be a very
great deal. As I think I mentioned, all the passenger part of the yacht
lay forward of the bridge, just in front of which the vessel had been
broken in two, almost as cleanly as though she were severed by a
gigantic knife. Further our stores were forward and practically
everything else that belonged to us, even down to Bickley’s
instruments and medicines and Bastin’s religious works, to say
nothing of a great quantity of tinned food and groceries. Lastly on
the deck above the saloon had stood two large lifeboats. Although
these were amply secured at the commencement of the gale one of
them, that on the port side, was smashed to smithers; probably some
spar had fallen upon it. The starboard boat, however, remained
intact and so far as we could judge, seaworthy, although the
bulwarks were broken by the waves.

“There’s something we can get away in if necessary, “ I said.

“Where to? “ remarked Bastin. “We don’t know where we are or if

there is any other land within a thousand miles. I think we had better
stop here as Providence seems to have intended, especially when
there is so much work to my hand. “

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“Be careful, “ answered Bickley, “that the work to your hand does
not end in the cutting of all our throats. It is an awkward thing
interfering with the religion of savages, and I believe that these
untutored children of Nature sometimes eat missionaries. “

“Yes, I have heard that, “ said Bastin; “they bake them first as they
do pigs. But I don’t know that they would care to eat me, “ and he
glanced at his bony limbs, “especially when you are much plumper.
Anyhow one can’t stop for a risk of that sort. “

Deigning no reply, Bickley walked away to fetch some fine fish

which had been washed up by the tidal wave and were still flapping
about in a little pool of salt water. Then we took counsel as to how to
make the best of our circumstances, and as a result set to work to
tidy up the saloon and cabins, which was not difficult as what
remained of the ship lay on an even keel. Also we got out some
necessary stores, including paraffin for the swinging lamps with
which the ship was fitted in case of accident to the electric light,
candles, and the guns we had brought with us so that they might be
handy in the event of attack. This done, by the aid of the tools that
were in the storerooms, Bickley, who was an excellent carpenter,
repaired the saloon door, all that was necessary to keep us private, as
the bulkhead still remained.

“Now, “ he said triumphantly when he had finished and got the lock
and bolts to work to his satisfaction, “we can stand a siege if needed,
for as the ship is iron built they can’t even burn us out and that teak
door would take some forcing. Also we can shore it up. “

“How about something to eat? I want my tea, “ said Bastin.

“Then, my reverend friend, “ replied Bickley, “take a couple of the

fire buckets and fetch some water from the stream. Also collect
driftwood of which there is plenty about, clean those fish and grill
them over the saloon stove. “

“I’ll try, “ said Bastin, “but I never did any cooking before. “

“No, “ replied Bickley, “on second thoughts I will see to that myself,
but you can get the fish ready. “

So, with due precautions, Bastin and I fetched water from the stream
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into a beautiful coral basin that might have been designed for a bath
of the nymphs. Indeed one at a time, while the other watched, we
undressed and plunged into it, and never was a tub more welcome
than after our long days of tempest. Then we returned to find that
Bickley had already set the table and was engaged in frying the fish
very skilfully on the saloon stove, which proved to be well adapted
to the purpose. He was cross, however, when he found that we had
bathed and that it was now too late for him to do likewise.

While he was cleaning himself as well as he could in his cabin basin

and Bastin was boiling water for tea, suddenly I remembered the
letter from the Danish mate Jacobsen. Concluding that it might now
be opened as we had certainly parted with most of the Star of the
South for the last time, I read it. It was as follows:

“The reason, honoured Sir, that I am leaving the ship is that on the
night I tore up the paper, the spirit controlling the planchette wrote
these words: ‘After leaving Samoa the Star of the South will be
wrecked in a hurricane and everybody on board drowned except A.
B. and B. Get out of her! Get out of her! Don’t be a fool, Jacob, unless
you want to come over here at once. Take our advice and get out of
her and you will live to be old. — SKOLL. “

“Sir, I am not a coward but I know that this will happen, for that
spirit which signs itself Skoll never tells a lie. I did try to give the
captain a hint to stop at Apia, but he had been drinking and openly
cursed me and called me a sneaking cheat. So I am going to run
away, of which I am very much ashamed. But I do not wish to be
drowned yet as there is a girl whom I want to marry, and my mother
I support. You will be safe and I hope you will not think too badly of
me. —JACOB JACOBSEN.

“P. S.—It is an awful thing to know the future. Never try to learn
that. “

I gave this letter to Bastin and Bickley to read and asked them what
they thought of it.

“Coincidence, “ said Bickley. “The man is a weak-minded idiot and

heard in Samoa that they expected a hurricane. “

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“I think, “ chimed in Bastin, “that the devil knows how to look after
his own at any rate for a little while. I dare say it would have been
much better for him to be drowned. “

“At least he is a deserter and failed in his duty. I never wish to hear
of him again, “ I said.

As a matter of fact I never have. But the incident remains quite

unexplained either by Bickley or Bastin.

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Chapter VII

The Orofenans

To our shame we had a very pleasant supper that night off the
grilled fish, which was excellent, and some tinned meat. I say to our
shame, in a sense, for on our companions the sharks were supping
and by rights we should have been sunk in woe. I suppose that the
sense of our own escape intoxicated us. Also, notwithstanding his
joviality, none of us had cared much for the captain, and his policy
had been to keep us somewhat apart from the crew, of whom
therefore we knew but little. It is true that Bastin held services on
Sundays, for such as would attend, and Bickley had doctored a few
of them for minor ailments, but there, except for a little casual
conversation, our intercourse began and ended.

Now the sad fact is that it is hard to be overwhelmed with grief for
those with whom we are not intimate. We were very sorry and that
is all that can be said, except that Bastin, being High Church,
announced in a matter-of-fact way that he meant to put up some
petitions for the welfare of their souls. To this Bickley retorted that
from what he had seen of their bodies he was sure they needed
them.

Yes, it was a pleasant supper, not made less so by a bottle of

champagne which Bickley and I shared. Bastin stuck to his tea, not
because he did not like champagne, but because, as he explained,
having now come in contact with the heathen it would never do for
him to set them an example in the use of spirituous liquors.

“However much we may differ, Bastin, I respect you for that

sentiment, “ commented Bickley.

“I don’t know why you should, “ answered Bastin; “but if so, you
might follow my example. “

That night we slept like logs, trusting to our teak door which we
barricaded, and to Tommy, who was a most excellent watch-dog, to
guard us against surprise. At any rate we took the risk. As a matter
of fact, nothing happened, though before dawn Tommy did growl a
good deal, for I heard him, but as he sank into slumber again on my
bed, I did not get up. In the morning I found from fresh footprints

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that two or three men had been prowling about the ship, though at a
little distance.

We rose early, and taking the necessary precautions, bathed in the

pool. Then we breakfasted, and having filled every available
receptacle with water, which took us a long time as these included a
large tank that supplied the bath, so that we might have at least a
week’s supply in case of siege, we went on deck and debated what
we should do. In the end we determined to stop where we were and
await events, because, as I pointed out, it was necessary that we
should discover whether these natives were hostile or friendly. In the
former event we could hold our own on the ship, whereas away
from it we must be overwhelmed; in the latter there was always time
to move inland.

About ten o’clock when we were seated on stools smoking, with our
guns by our side—for here, owing to the overhanging cliff in which
it will be remembered the prow of the ship was buried, we could not
be reached by missiles thrown from above—we saw numbers of the
islanders advancing upon us along the beach on either side. They
were preceded as before by women who bore food on platters and in
baskets. These people, all talking excitedly and laughing after their
fashion, stopped at a distance, so we took no notice of them.
Presently Marama, clad in his feather cloak, and again accompanied
by priests or medicine-men, appeared walking down the path on the
cliff face, and, standing below, made salutations and entered into a
conversation with us of which I give the substance—that is, so far as
we could understand it.

He reproached us for not having come to him as he expected we

would do. We replied that we preferred to remain where we were
until we were sure of our greeting and asked him what was the
position. He explained that only once before, in the time of his
grandfather, had any people reached their shores, also during a great
storm as we had done. They were dark-skinned men like themselves,
three of them, but whence they came was never known, since they
were at once seized and sacrificed to the god Oro, which was the
right thing to do in such a case.

We asked whether he would consider it right to sacrifice us. He

replied:

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Certainly, unless we were too strong, being gods ourselves, or unless

an arrangement could be concluded. We asked—what arrangement?
He replied that we must make them gifts; also that we must do what
we had promised and cure him—the chief—of the disease which had
tormented him for years. In that event everything would be at our
disposal and we, with all our belongings, should become taboo, holy,
not to be touched. None would attempt to harm us, nothing should
be stolen under penalty of death.

We asked him to come up on the deck with only one companion that
his sickness might be ascertained, and after much hesitation he
consented to do so. Bickley made an examination of the growth and
announced that he believed it could be removed with perfect safety
as the attachment to the neck was very slight, but of course there was
always a risk. This was explained to him with difficulty, and much
talk followed between him and his followers who gathered on the
beach beneath the ship. They seemed adverse to the experiment, till
Marama grew furious with them and at last burst into tears saying
that he could no longer drag this terrible burden about with him,
and he touched the growth. He would rather die. Then they gave
way.

I will tell the rest as shortly as I can.

A hideous wooden idol was brought on board, wrapped in leaves

and feathers, and upon it the chief and his head people swore safety
to us whether he lived or died, making us the guests of their land.
There were, however, two provisos made, or as such we understood
them. These seemed to be that we should offer no insult or injury to
their god, and secondly, that we should not set foot on the island in
the lake. It was not till afterwards that it occurred to me that this
must refer to the mountain top which appeared in the inland sheet of
water. To those stipulations we made no answer. Indeed, the
Orofenans did all the talking. Finally, they ratified their oaths by a
man who, I suppose, was a head priest, cutting his arm and rubbing
the blood from it on the lips of the idol; also upon those of the chief. I
should add that Bastin had retired as soon as he saw that false god
appear, of which I was glad, since I felt sure that he would make a
scene.

The operation took place that afternoon and on the ship, for when
once Marama had made up his mind to trust us he did so very
thoroughly. It was performed on deck in the presence of an awed

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multitude who watched from the shore, and when they saw Bickley
appear in a clean nightshirt and wash his hands, uttered a groan of
wonder. Evidently they considered it a magical and religious
ceremony; indeed ever afterwards they called Bickley the Great
Priest, or sometimes the Great Healer in later days. This was a
grievance to Bastin who considered that he had been robbed of his
proper title, especially when he learned that among themselves he
was only known as “the Bellower, “ because of the loud voice in
which he addressed them. Nor did Bickley particularly appreciate
the compliment.

With my help he administered the chloroform, which was done

under shelter of a sail for fear lest the people should think that we
were smothering their chief. Then the operation went on to a
satisfactory conclusion. I omit the details, but an electric battery and
a red-hot wire came into play.

“There, “ said Bickley triumphantly when he had finished tying the

vessels and made everything neat and tidy with bandages, “I was
afraid he might bleed to death, but I don’t think there is any fear of
that now, for I have made a real job of it. “ Then advancing with the
horrid tumour in his hands he showed it in triumph to the crowd
beneath, who groaned again and threw themselves on to their faces.
Doubtless now it is the most sacred relic of Orofena.

When Marama came out of the anesthetic, Bickley gave him

something which sent him to sleep for twelve hours, during all
which time his people waited beneath. This was our dangerous
period, for our difficulty was to persuade them that he was not dead,
although Bickley had assured them that he would sleep for a time
while the magic worked. Still, I was very glad when he woke up on
the following morning, and two or three of his leading men could
see that he was alive. The rest was lengthy but simple, consisting
merely in keeping him quiet and on a suitable diet until there was no
fear of the wound opening. We achieved it somehow with the help
of an intelligent native woman who, I suppose, was one of his wives,
and five days later were enabled to present him healed, though
rather tottery, to his affectionate subjects.

It was a great scene, which may be imagined. They bore him away in
a litter with the native woman to watch him and another to carry the
relic preserved in a basket, and us they acclaimed as gods.

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Thenceforward we had nothing to fear in Orofena—except Bastin,

though this we did not know at the time.

All this while we had been living on our ship and growing very
bored there, although we employed the empty hours in conversation
with selected natives, thereby improving our knowledge of the
language. Bickley had the best of it, since already patients began to
arrive which occupied him. One of the first was that man whom
Tommy had bitten. He was carried to us in an almost comatose state,
suffering apparently from the symptoms of snake poisoning.

Afterward it turned out that he conceived Tommy to be a divine but

most venomous lizard that could make a very horrible noise, and
began to suffer as one might do from the bite of such a creature.
Nothing that Bickley could do was enough to save him and
ultimately he died in convulsions, a circumstance that enormously
enhanced Tommy’s reputation. To tell the truth, we took advantage
of it to explain that Tommy was in fact a supernatural animal, a sort
of tame demon which only harmed people who had malevolent
intentions towards those he served or who tried to steal any of their
possessions or to intrude upon them at inconvenient hours,
especially in the dark. So terrible was he, indeed, that even the skill
of the Great Priest, i.e., Bickley, could not avail to save any whom
once he had bitten in his rage. Even to be barked at by him was
dangerous and conveyed a curse that might last for generations.

All this we set out when Bastin was not there. He had wandered off,
as he said, to look for shells, but as we knew, to practise religious
orations in the Polynesian tongue with the waves for audience, as
Demosthenes is said to have done to perfect himself as a political
orator. Personally I admit that I relied more on the terrors of Tommy
to safeguard us from theft and other troubles than I did upon those
of the native taboo and the priestly oaths.

The end of it all was that we left our ship, having padlocked up the
door (the padlock, we explained, was a magical instrument that bit
worse than Tommy), and moved inland in a kind of triumphal
procession, priests and singers going before (the Orofenans sang
extremely well) and minstrels following after playing upon
instruments like flutes, while behind came the bearers carrying such
goods as we needed. They took us to a beautiful place in a grove of
palms on a ridge where grew many breadfruit trees, that
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the strange brown mountain top on the other. Here in the midst of
the native gardens we found that a fine house had been built for us
of a kind of mud brick and thatched with palm leaves, surrounded
by a fenced courtyard of beaten earth and having wide overhanging
verandahs; a very comfortable place indeed in that delicious climate.
In it we took up our abode, visiting the ship occasionally to see that
all was well there, and awaiting events.

For Bickley these soon began to happen in the shape of an ever-

increasing stream of patients. The population of the island was
considerable, anything between five and ten thousand, so far as we
could judge, and among these of course there were a number of sick.
Ophthalmia, for instance, was a prevalent disease, as were the
growths such as Marama had suffered from, to say nothing of
surgical cases and those resulting from accident or from nervous
ailments. With all of these Bickley was called upon to deal, which he
did with remarkable success by help of his books on Tropical
Diseases and his ample supplies of medical necessaries.

At first he enjoyed it very much, but when we had been established

in the house for about three weeks he remarked, after putting in a
solid ten hours of work, that for all the holiday he was getting he
might as well be back at his old practice, with the difference that
there he was earning several thousands a year. Just then a poor
woman arrived with a baby in convulsions to whose necessities he
was obliged to sacrifice his supper, after which came a man who had
fallen from a palm tree and broken his leg.

Nor did I escape, since having somehow or other established a

reputation for wisdom, as soon as I had mastered sufficient of the
language, every kind of knotty case was laid before me for decision.
In short, I became a sort of Chief Justice—not an easy office as it
involved the acquirement of the native law which was intricate and
peculiar, especially in matrimonial cases.

At these oppressive activities Bastin looked on with a gloomy eye.

“You fellows seem very busy, “ he said one evening; “but I can find
nothing to do. They don’t seem to want me, and merely to set a good
example by drinking water or tea while you swallow whisky and
their palm wine, or whatever it is, is very negative kind of work,
especially as I am getting tired of planting things in the garden and

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playing policeman round the wreck which nobody goes near. Even
Tommy is better off, for at least he can bark and hunt rats. “

“You see, “ said Bickley, “we are following our trades. Arbuthnot is
a lawyer and acts as a judge. I am a surgeon and I may add a
general—a very general—practitioner and work at medicine in an
enormous and much-neglected practice. Therefore, you, being a
clergyman, should go and do likewise. There are some ten thousand
people here, but I do not observe that as yet you have converted a
single one. “

Thus spoke Bickley in a light and unguarded moment with his usual
object of what is known as “getting a rise” out of Bastin. Little did he
guess what he was doing.

Bastin thought a while ponderously, then said:

“It is very strange from what peculiar sources Providence sometimes

sends inspirations. If wisdom flows from babes and sucklings, why
should it not do so from the well of agnostics and mockers? “

“There is no reason which I can see, “ scoffed Bickley, “except that as

a rule wells do not flow. “

“Your jest is ill-timed and I may add foolish, “ continued Bastin.

“What I was about to add was that you have given me an idea, as it
was no doubt intended that you should do. I will, metaphorically
speaking, gird up my loins and try to bear the light into all this
heathen blackness. “

“Then it is one of the first you ever had, old fellow. But what’s the
need of girding up your loins in this hot climate? “ inquired Bickley
with innocence. “Pyjamas and that white and green umbrella of
yours would do just as well. “

Bastin vouchsafed no reply and sat for the rest of that evening
plunged in deep thought.

On the following morning he approached Marama and asked his

leave to teach the people about the gods. The chief readily granted
this, thinking, I believe, that he alluded to ourselves, and orders were
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allowed to go everywhere unmolested and to talk to whom he

would about what he would, to which all must listen with respect.

Thus he began his missionary career in Orofena, working at it, good

and earnest man that he was, in a way that excited even the
admiration of Bickley. He started a school for children, which was
held under a fine, spreading tree. These listened well, and being of
exceedingly quick intellect soon began to pick up the elements of
knowledge. But when he tried to persuade them to clothe their little
naked bodies his failure was complete, although after much
supplication some of the bigger girls did arrive with a chaplet of
flowers—round their necks!

Also he preached to the adults, and here again was very successful in
a way, especially after he became more familiar with the language.
They listened; to a certain extent they understood; they argued and
put to poor Bastin the most awful questions such as the whole Bench
of Bishops could not have answered. Still he did answer them
somehow, and they politely accepted his interpretation of their
theological riddles. I observed that he got on best when he was
telling them stories out of the Old Testament, such as the account of
the creation of the world and of human beings, also of the Deluge,
etc. Indeed one of their elders said—Yes, this was quite true. They
had heard it all before from their fathers, and that once the Deluge
had taken place round Orofena, swallowing up great countries, but
sparing them because they were so good.

Bastin, surprised, asked them who had caused the deluge. They
replied, Oro which was the name of their god, Oro who dwelt
yonder on the mountain in the lake, and whose representation they
worshipped in idols. He said that God dwelt in Heaven, to which
they replied with calm certainty:

“No, no, he dwells on the mountain in the lake, “ which was why
they never dared to approach that mountain.

Indeed it was only by giving the name Oro to the Divinity and
admitting that He might dwell in the mountain as well as
everywhere else, that Bastin was able to make progress. Having
conceded this, not without scruples, however, he did make
considerable progress, so much, in fact, that I perceived that the
priests of Oro were beginning to grow very jealous of him and of his
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triumphant, and even exclaimed exultingly that within a year he

would have half of the population baptised.

“Within a year, my dear fellow, “ said Bickley, “you will have your
throat cut as a sacrifice, and probably ours also. It is a pity, too, as
within that time I should have stamped out ophthalmia and some
other diseases in the island. “

Here, leaving Bastin and his good work aside for a while, I will say a
little about the country. From information which I gathered on some
journeys that I made and by inquiries from the chief Marama, who
had become devoted to us, I found that Orofena was quite a large
place. In shape the island was circular, a broad band of territory
surrounding the great lake of which I have spoken, that in its turn
surrounded a smaller island from which rose the mountain top. No
other land was known to be near the shores of Orofena, which had
never been visited by anyone except the strangers a hundred years
ago or so, who were sacrificed and eaten. Most of the island was
covered with forest which the inhabitants lacked the energy, and
indeed had no tools, to fell. They were an extremely lazy people and
would only cultivate enough bananas and other food to satisfy their
immediate needs. In truth they lived mostly upon breadfruit and
other products of the wild trees.

Thus it came about that in years of scarcity through drought or

climatic causes, which prevented the forest trees from bearing, they
suffered very much from hunger. In such years hundreds of them
would perish and the remainder resorted to the dreadful expedient
of cannibalism. Sometimes, too, the shoals of fish avoided their
shores, reducing them to great misery. Their only domestic animal
was the pig which roamed about half wild and in no great numbers,
for they had never taken the trouble to breed it in captivity. Their
resources, therefore, were limited, which accounted for the
comparative smallness of the population, further reduced as it was
by a wicked habit of infanticide practised in order to lighten the
burden of bringing up children.

They had no traditions as to how they reached this land, their belief
being that they had always been there but that their forefathers were
much greater than they. They were poetical, and sang songs in a
language which themselves they could not understand; they said
that it was the tongue their forefathers had spoken. Also they had
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own opinion, which Bickley shared, was that they were in fact a
shrunken and deteriorated remnant of some high race now coming
to its end through age and inter-breeding. About them indeed,
notwithstanding their primitive savagery which in its qualities much
resembled that of other Polynesians, there was a very curious air of
antiquity. One felt that they had known the older world and its
mysteries, though now both were forgotten. Also their language,
which in time we came to speak perfectly, was copious, musical, and
expressive in its idioms.

One circumstance I must mention. In walking about the country I

observed all over it enormous holes, some of them measuring as
much as a hundred yards across, with a depth of fifty feet or more,
and this not on alluvial lands although there traces of them existed
also, but in solid rock. What this rock was I do not know as none of
us were geologists, but it seemed to me to partake of the nature of
granite. Certainly it was not coral like that on and about the coast,
but of a primeval formation.

When I asked Marama what caused these holes, he only shrugged

his shoulders and said he did not know, but their fathers had
declared that they were made by stones falling from heaven. This, of
course, suggested meteorites to my mind. I submitted the idea to
Bickley, who, in one of his rare intervals of leisure, came with me to
make an examination.

“If they were meteorites, “ he said, “of which a shower struck the
earth in some past geological age, all life must have been destroyed
by them and their remains ought to exist at the bottom of the holes.
To me they look more like the effect of high explosives, but that, of
course, is impossible, though I don’t know what else could have
caused such craters. “

Then he went back to his work, for nothing that had to do with
antiquity interested Bickley very much. The present and its problems
were enough for him, he would say, who neither had lived in the
past nor expected to have any share in the future.

As I remained curious I made an opportunity to scramble to the

bottom of one of these craters, taking with me some of the natives
with their wooden tools. Here I found a good deal of soil either
washed down from the surface or resulting from the decomposition
of the rock, though oddly enough in it nothing grew. I directed them

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to dig. After a while to my astonishment there appeared a corner of a

great worked stone quite unlike that of the crater, indeed it seemed
to me to be a marble. Further examination showed that this block
was most beautifully carved in bas-relief, apparently with a design
of leaves and flowers. In the disturbed soil also I picked up a life-
sized marble hand of a woman exquisitely finished and apparently
broken from a statue that might have been the work of one of the
great Greek sculptors. Moreover, on the third finger of this hand was
a representation of a ring whereof, unfortunately, the bezel had been
destroyed.

I put the hand in my pocket, but as darkness was coming on, I could
not pursue the research and disinter the block. When I wished to
return the next day, I was informed politely by Marama that it
would not be safe for me to do so as the priests of Oro declared that
if I sought to meddle with the “buried things the god would grow
angry and bring disaster on me. “

When I persisted he said that at least I must go alone since no native

would accompany me, and added earnestly that he prayed me not to
go. So to my great regret and disappointment I was obliged to give
up the idea.

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Chapter VIII

Bastin Attempts the Martyr’s Crown

That carved stone and the marble hand took a great hold of my
imagination. What did they mean? How could they have come to the
bottom of that hole, unless indeed they were part of some building
and its ornaments which had been destroyed in the neighbourhood?
The stone of which we had only uncovered a corner seemed far too
big to have been carried there from any ship; it must have weighed
several tons. Besides, ships do not carry such things about the world,
and none had visited this island during the last two centuries at any
rate, or local tradition would have recorded so wonderful a fact.
Were there, then, once edifices covered with elegant carving
standing on this place, and were they adorned with lovely statues
that would not have disgraced the best period of Greek art? The
thing was incredible except on the supposition that these were relics
of an utterly lost civilisation.

Bickley was as much puzzled as myself. All he could say was that
the world was infinitely old and many things might have happened
in it whereof we had no record. Even Bastin was excited for a little
while, but as his imagination was represented by zero, all he could
say was:

“I suppose someone left them there, and anyhow it doesn’t matter

much, does it? “

But I, who have certain leanings towards the ancient and mysterious,
could not be put off in this fashion. I remembered that
unapproachable mountain in the midst of the lake and that on it
appeared to be something which looked like ruins as seen from the
top of the cliff through glasses. At any rate this was a point, that I
might clear up.

Saying nothing to anybody, one morning I slipped away and walked

to the edge of the lake, a distance of five or six miles over rough
country. Having arrived there I perceived that the cone-shaped
mountain in the centre, which was about a mile from the lake shore,
was much larger than I had thought, quite three hundred feet high
indeed, and with a very large circumference. Further, its sides
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terraces, half-way up and facing towards the rising sun, that the
ruin-like remains were heaped. I examined them through my
glasses. Undoubtedly it was a cyclopean ruin built of great blocks of
coloured stone which seemed to have been shattered by earthquake
or explosion. There were the pillars of a mighty gateway and the
remains of walls.

I trembled with excitement as I stared and stared. Could I not get to

the place and see for myself? I observed that from the flat bush-clad
land at the foot of the mountain, ran out what seemed to be the
residue of a stone pier which ended in a large table-topped rock
between two and three hundred feet across. But even this was too far
to reach by swimming, besides for aught I knew there might be
alligators in that lake. I walked up and down its borders, till
presently I came to a path which led into a patch of some variety of
cotton palm.

Following this path I discovered a boat-house thatched over with

palm leaves. Inside it were two good canoes with their paddles,
floating and tied to the stumps of trees by fibre ropes. Instantly I
made up my mind that I would paddle to the island and investigate.
Just as I was about to step into one of the canoes the light was cut off.
Looking up I saw that a man was crouching in the door-place of the
boat-house in order to enter, and paused guiltily.

“Friend-from-the-Sea” (that was the name that these islanders had

given to me), said the voice of Marama, “say—what are you doing
here? “

“I am about to take a row on the lake, Chief, “ I answered carelessly.

“Indeed, Friend. Have we then treated you so badly that you are
tired of life? “

“What do you mean? “ I asked.

“Come out into the sunlight, Friend, and I will explain to you. “

I hesitated till I saw Marama lifting the heavy wooden spear he

carried and remembered that I was unarmed. Then I came out.

“What does all this mean, Chief? “ I asked angrily when we were
clear of the patch of cotton palm.

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“I mean, Friend, that you have been very near to making a longer
journey than you thought. Have patience now and listen to me. I saw
you leaving the village this morning and followed, suspecting your
purpose. Yes, I followed alone, saying nothing to the priests of Oro
who fortunately were away watching the Bellower for their own
reasons. I saw you searching out the secrets of the mountain with
those magic tubes that make things big that are small, and things
that are far off come near, and I followed you to the canoes. “

“All that is plain enough, Marama. But why? “

“Have I not told you, Friend-from-the-Sea, that yonder hill which is

called Orofena, whence this island takes its name, is sacred? “

“You said so, but what of it? “

“This: to set foot thereon is to die and, I suppose, great as you are,
you, too, can die like others. At least, although I love you, had you
not come away from that canoe I was about to discover whether this
is so. “

“Then for what are the canoes used? “ I asked with irritation.

“You see that flat rock, Friend, with the hole beyond, which is the
mouth of a cave that appeared only in the great storm that brought
you to our land? They are used to convey offerings which are laid
upon the rock. Beyond it no man may go, and since the beginning no
man has ever gone. “

“Offerings to whom? “

“To the Oromatuas, the spirits of the great dead who live there. “

“Oromatuas? Oro! It is always something to do with Oro. Who and

what is Oro? “

“Oro is a god, Friend, though it is true that the priests say that above
him there is a greater god called Degai, the Creator, the Fate who
made all things and directs all things. “

“Very well, but why do you suppose that Oro, the servant of Degai,
lives in that mountain? I thought that he lived in a grove yonder
where your priests, as I am told, have an image of him. “

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“I do not know, Friend-from-the-Sea, but so it has been held from the

beginning. The image in the grove is only visited by his spirit from
time to time. Now, I pray you, come back and before the priests
discover that you have been here, and forget that there are any
canoes upon this lake. “

So, thinking it wisest, I turned the matter with a laugh and walked
away with him to the village. On our road I tried to extract some
more information but without success. He did not know who built
the ruin upon the mountain, or who destroyed it. He did not know
how the terraces came there. All he knew was that during the
convulsion of Nature which resulted in the tidal wave that had
thrown our ship upon the island, the mountain had been seen to
quiver like a tree in the wind as though within it great forces were at
work. Then it was observed to have risen a good many more feet
above the surface of the lake, as might be noted by the water mark
upon the shore, and then also the mouth of the cave had appeared.
The priests said that all this was because the Oromatuas who dwelt
there were stirring, which portended great things. Indeed great
things had happened—for had we not arrived in their land?

I thanked him for what he had told me, and, as there was nothing
more to be learned, dropped the subject which was never mentioned
between us again, at least not for a long while. But in my heart I
determined that I would reach that mountain even though to do so I
must risk my life. Something seemed to call me to the place; it was as
though I were being drawn by a magnet.

As it happened, before so very long I did go to the mountain, not of

my own will but because I was obliged. It came about thus. One
night I asked Bastin how he was getting on with his missionary
work. He replied: Very well indeed, but there was one great obstacle
in his path, the idol in the Grove. Were it not for this accursed image
he believed that the whole island would become Christian. I asked
him to be more plain. He explained that all his work was thwarted
by this idol, since his converts declared that they did not dare to be
baptised while it sat there in the Grove. If they did, the spirit that
was in it would bewitch them and perhaps steal out at night and
murder them.

“The spirit being our friends the sorcerers, “ I suggested.

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“That’s it, Arbuthnot. Do you know, I believe those devilish men

sometimes offer human sacrifices to this satanic fetish, when there is
a drought or anything of that sort. “

“I can quite believe it, “ I answered, “but as they will scarcely

remove their god and with it their own livelihood and authority, I
am afraid that as we don’t want to be sacrificed, there is nothing to
be done. “

At this moment I was called away. As I went I heard Bastin

muttering something about martyrs, but paid no attention. Little did
I guess what was going on in his pious but obstinate mind. In effect
it was this—that if no one else would remove that idol he was quite
ready to do it himself.

However, he was very cunning over that business, almost Jesuitical

indeed. Not one word did he breathe of his dark plans to me, and
still less to Bickley. He just went on with his teaching, lamenting
from time to time the stumbling-block of the idol and expressing
wonder as to how it might be circumvented by a change in the hearts
of the islanders, or otherwise. Sad as it is to record, in fact, dear old
Bastin went as near to telling a fib in connection with this matter as I
suppose he had ever done in his life. It happened thus. One day
Bickley’s sharp eye caught sight of Bastin walking about with what
looked like a bottle of whisky in his pocket.

“Hallo, old fellow, “ he said, “has the self-denying ordinance broken

down? I didn’t know that you took pegs on the sly, “ and he pointed
to the bottle.

“If you are insinuating, Bickley, that I absorb spirits surreptitiously,

you are more mistaken than usual, which is saying a good deal. This
bottle contains, not Scotch whisky but paraffin, although I admit that
its label may have misled you, unintentionally, so far as I am
concerned. “

“What are you going to do with the paraffin? “ asked Bickley.

Bastin coloured through his tan and replied awkwardly:

“Paraffin is very good to keep away mosquitoes if one can stand the
smell of it upon one’s skin. Not that I have brought it here with that
sole object. The truth is that I am anxious to experiment with a lamp

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of my own design made—um—of native wood, “ and he departed in

a hurry.

“When next old Bastin wants to tell a lie, “ commented Bickley, “he
should make up his mind as to what it is to be, and stick to it. I
wonder what he is after with that paraffin? Not going to dose any of
my patients with it, I hope. He was arguing the other day that it is a
great remedy taken internally, being quite unaware that the lamp
variety is not used for that purpose. “

“Perhaps he means to swallow some himself, just to show that he is

right, “ I suggested.

“The stomach-pump is at hand, “ said Bickley, and the matter

dropped.

Next morning I got up before it was light. Having some elementary

knowledge of the main facts of astronomy, which remained with me
from boyhood when I had attended lectures on the subject, which I
had tried to refresh by help of an encyclopedia I had brought from
the ship, I wished to attempt to obtain an idea of our position by
help of the stars. In this endeavour, I may say, I failed absolutely, as I
did not know how to take a stellar or any other observation.

On my way out of our native house I observed, by the lantern I

carried, that the compartment of it occupied by Bastin was empty,
and wondered whither he had gone at that hour. On arriving at my
observation-post, a rocky eminence on open ground, where, with
Tommy at my side, I took my seat with a telescope, I was astonished
to see or rather to hear a great number of the natives walking past
the base of the mound towards the bush. Then I remembered that
some one, Marama, I think, had informed me that there was to be a
great sacrifice to Oro at dawn on that day. After this I thought no
more of the matter but occupied myself in a futile study of the
heavenly bodies. At length the dawn broke and put a period to my
labours.

Glancing round me before I descended from the little hill, I saw a

flame of light appear suddenly about half a mile or more away
among those trees which I knew concealed the image of Oro. On this
personally I had never had the curiosity to look, as I knew that it was
only a hideous idol stuck over with feathers and other bedizenments.
The flame shot suddenly straight into the still air and was followed a

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few seconds later by the sound of a dull explosion, after which it

went out. Also it was followed by something else—a scream of rage
from an infuriated mob.

At the foot of the hill I stopped to wonder what these sounds might
mean. Then of a sudden appeared Bickley, who had been attending
some urgent case, and asked me who was exploding gunpowder. I
told him that I had no idea.

“Then I have, “ he answered. “It is that ass Bastin up to some game.

Now I guess why he wanted that paraffin. Listen to the row. What
are they after? “

“Sacrificing Bastin, perhaps, “ I replied, half in jest. “Have you your

revolver? “

He nodded. We always wore our pistols if we went out during the

dark hours.

“Then perhaps we had better go to see. “

We started, and had not covered a hundred yards before a girl,

whom I recognised as one of Bastin’s converts, came flying towards
us and screaming out, “Help! Help! They kill the Bellower with fire!
They cook him like a pig! “

“Just what I expected, “ said Bickley.

Then we ran hard, as evidently there was no time to lose. While we

went I extracted from the terrified girl, whom we forced to show us
the way, that as the sacrifice was about to be offered Bastin had
appeared, and, “making fire, “ applied it to the god Oro, who
instantly burst into flame. Then he ran back, calling out that the devil
was dead. As he did so there was a loud explosion and Oro flew into
pieces. His burning head went a long way into the air and, falling on
to one of the priests, killed him. Thereon the other priests and the
people seized the Bellower and made him fast. Now they were
engaged in heating an oven in which to put him to cook. When it
was ready they would eat him in honour of Oro.

“And serve him right too! “ gasped Bickley, who, being stout, was
not a good runner. “Why can’t he leave other people’s gods alone
instead of blowing them up with gunpowder? “

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“Don’t know, “ I answered. “Hope we shall get there in time! “

“To be cooked and eaten with Bastin! “ wheezed Bickley, after which
his breath gave out.

As it chanced we did, for these stone ovens take a long time to heat.
There by the edge of his fiery grave with his hands and legs bound
in palm-fibre shackles, stood Bastin, quite unmoved, smiling indeed,
in a sort of seraphic way which irritated us both extremely. Round
him danced the infuriated priests of Oro, and round them, shrieking
and howling with rage, was most of the population of Orofena. We
rushed up so suddenly that none tried to stop us, and took our stand
on either side of him, producing our pistols as we did so.

“Thank you for coming, “ said Bastin in the silence which followed;
“though I don’t think it is the least use. I cannot recall that any of the
early martyrs were ever roasted and eaten, though, of course,
throwing them into boiling oil or water was fairly common. I take it
that the rite is sacrificial and even in a low sense, sacramental, not
merely one of common cannibalism. “

I stared at him, and Bickley gasped out:

“If you are to be eaten, what does it matter why you are eaten? “

“Oh! “ replied Bastin; “there is all the difference in the world, though
it is one that I cannot expect you to appreciate. And now please be
quiet as I wish to say my prayers. I imagine that those stones will be
hot enough to do their office within twenty minutes or so, which is
not very long. “

At that moment Marama appeared, evidently in a state of great

perturbation. With him were some of the priests or sorcerers who
were dancing about as I imagine the priests of Baal must have done,
and filled with fury. They rolled their eyes, they stuck out their
tongues, they uttered weird cries and shook their wooden knives at
the placid Bastin.

“What is the matter? “ I asked sternly of the chief.

“This, Friend-from-the-Sea. The Bellower there, when the sacrifice

was about to be offered to Oro at the dawn, rushed forward, and
having thrust something between the legs of the image of the god,

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poured yellow water over it, and with fire caused it to burst into
fierce flame. Then he ran away and mocked the god who presently,
with a loud report, flew into pieces and killed that man. Therefore
the Bellower must be sacrificed. “

“What to? “ I asked. “The image has gone and the piece of it that
ascended fell not upon the Bellower, as would have happened if the
god had been angry with him, but on one of its own priests, whom it
killed. Therefore, having been sacrificed by the god itself, he it is that
should be eaten, not the Bellower, who merely did what his Spirit
bade him. “

This ingenious argument seemed to produce some effect upon

Marama, but to the priests it did not at all appeal.

“Eat them all! “ these cried. “They are the enemies of Oro and have
worked sacrilege! “

Moreover, to judge from their demeanour, the bulk of the people

seemed to agree with them. Things began to look very ugly. The
priests rushed forward, threatening us with their wooden weapons,
and one of them even aimed a blow at Bickley, which only missed
him by an inch or two.

“Look here, my friend, “ called the doctor whose temper was rising,
“you name me the Great Priest or Great Healer, do you not? Well, be
careful, lest I should show you that I can kill as well as heal! “

Not in the least intimidated by this threat the man, a great bedizened
fellow who literally was foaming at the mouth with rage, rushed
forward again, his club raised, apparently with the object of dashing
out Bickley’s brains.

Suddenly Bickley lifted his revolver and fired. The man, shot
through the heart, sprang into the air and fell upon his face— stone
dead. There was consternation, for these people had never seen us
shoot anything before, and were quite unacquainted with the
properties of firearms, which they supposed to be merely
instruments for making a noise. They stared, they gasped in fear and
astonishment, and then they fled, pursued by Tommy, barking,
leaving us alone with the two dead men.

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“It was time to teach them a lesson, “ said Bickley as he replaced the
empty cartridge, and, seizing the dead man, rolled him into the
burning pit.

“Yes, “ I answered; “but presently, when they have got over their
fright, they will come back to teach us one. “

Bastin said nothing; he seemed too dazed at the turn events had
taken.

“What do you suggest? “ asked Bickley.

“Flight, “ I answered.

“Where to—the ship? We might hold that. “

“No; that is what they expect. Look! They are cutting off our road
there. To the island in the lake where they dare not follow us, for it is
holy ground. “

“How are we going to live on the island? “ asked Bickley.

“I don’t know, “ I replied; “but I am quite certain that if we stay here

we shall die. “

“Very well, “ he said; “let us try it. “

While we were speaking I was cutting Bastin’s bonds. “Thank you, “

he said. “It is a great relief to stretch one’s arms after they have been
compressed with cords. But at the same time, I do not know that I
am really grateful. The martyr’s crown was hanging above me, so to
speak, and now it has vanished into the pit, like that man whom
Bickley murdered. “

“Look here, “ exclaimed the exasperated Bickley, “if you say much
more, Bastin, I’ll chuck you into the pit too, to look for your martyr’s
crown, for I think you have done enough mischief for one morning. “

“If you are trying to shift the responsibility for that unfortunate
man’s destruction on to me—”

“Oh! shut it and trot, “ broke in Bickley. “Those infernal savages are
coming with your blessed converts leading the van. “

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So we “trotted” at no mean pace. As we passed it, Bastin stooped

down and picked up the head of the image of Oro, much as Atalanta
in Academy pictures is represented as doing to the apples, and bore
it away in triumph.

“I know it is scorched, “ he ejaculated at intervals, “but they might

trim it up and stick it on to a new body as the original false god.
Now they can’t, for there’s nothing left. “

As a matter of fact, we were never in any real danger, for our pursuit
was very half-hearted indeed. To begin with, now that their first rage
was over, the Orofenans who were fond of us had no particular wish
to do us to death, while the ardour of their sorcerers, who wished
this very much, had been greatly cooled by the mysterious
annihilation of their idol and the violent deaths of two of their
companions, which they thought might be reduplicated in their own
persons. So it came about that the chase, if noisy, was neither close
nor eager.

We reached the edge of the lake where was the boat-house of which I
have spoken already, travelling at little more than a walk. Here we
made Bastin unfasten the better of the two canoes that by good luck
was almost filled with offerings, which doubtless, according to
custom, must be made upon the day of this feast to Oro, while we
watched against surprise at the boat-house door. When he was ready
we slipped in and took our seats, Tommy jumping in after us, and
pushed the canoe, now very heavily laden, out into the lake.

Here, at a distance of about forty paces, which we judged to be

beyond wooden spear-throw, we rested upon our paddles to see
what would happen. All the crowd of islanders had rushed to the
lake edge where they stood staring at us stupidly. Bastin, thinking
the occasion opportune, lifted the hideous head of the idol which he
had carefully washed, and began to preach on the downfall of “the
god of the Grove. “

This action of his appeared to awake memories or forebodings in the

minds of his congregation. Perhaps some ancient prophecy was
concerned—I do not know. At any rate, one of the priests shouted
something, whereon everybody began to talk at once. Then, stooping
down, they threw water from the lake over themselves and rubbed
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toward the mountain in the middle, after which they turned and
departed.

“Don’t you think we had better go back? “ asked Bastin. “Evidently

my words have touched them and their minds are melting beneath
the light of Truth. “

“Oh! by all means, “ replied Bickley with sarcasm; “for then their
spears will touch us, and our bodies will soon be melting above the
fires of that pit. “

“Perhaps you are right, “ said Bastin; “at least, I admit that you have
made matters very difficult by your unjustifiable homicide of that
priest who I do not think meant to injure you seriously, and really
was not at all a bad fellow, though opinionated in some ways. Also, I
do not suppose that anybody is expected, as it were, to run his head
into the martyr’s crown. When it settles there of itself it is another
matter. “

“Like a butterfly! “ exclaimed the enraged Bickley.

“Yes, if you like to put it that way, though the simile seems a very
poor one; like a sunbeam would be better. “

Here Bickley gave way with his paddle so vigorously that the canoe
was as nearly as possible upset into the lake.

In due course we reached the flat Rock of Offerings, which proved to

be quite as wide as a double croquet lawn and much longer.

“What are those? “ I asked, pointing to certain knobs on the edge of

the rock at a spot where a curved projecting point made a little
harbour.

Bickley examined them, and answered:

“I should say that they are the remains of stone mooring-posts worn
down by many thousands of years of weather. Yes, look, there is the
cut of the cables upon the base of that one, and very big cables they
must have been. “

We stared at one another—that is, Bickley and I did, for Bastin was
still engaged in contemplating the blackened head of the god which
he had overthrown.

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Chapter IX

The Island in the Lake

We made the canoe fast and landed on the great rock, to perceive
that it was really a peninsula. That is to say, it was joined to the main
land of the lake island by a broad roadway quite fifty yards across,
which appeared to end in the mouth of the cave. On this causeway
we noted a very remarkable thing, namely, two grooves separated
by an exact distance of nine feet which ran into the mouth of the cave
and vanished there.

“Explain! “ said Bickley.

“Paths, “ I said, “worn by countless feet walking on them for

thousands of years. “

“You should cultivate the art of observation, Arbuthnot. What do

you say, Bastin? “

He stared at the grooves through his spectacles, and replied:

“I don’t say anything, except that I can’t see anybody to make paths
here. Indeed, the place seems quite unpopulated, and all the
Orofenans told me that they never landed on it because if they did
they would die. It is a part of their superstitious nonsense. If you
have any idea in your head you had better tell us quickly before we
breakfast. I am very hungry. “

“You always are, “ remarked Bickley; “even when most people’s

appetites might have been affected. Well, I think that this great
plateau was once a landing-place for flying machines, and that there
is the air-shed or garage. “

Bastin stared at him.

“Don’t you think we had better breakfast? “ he said. “There are two
roast pigs in that canoe, and lots of other food, enough to last us a
week, I should say. Of course, I understand that the blood you have
shed has thrown you off your balance. I believe it has that effect,
except on the most hardened. Flying machines were only invented a
few years ago by the brothers Wright in America. “

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“Bastin, “ said Bickley, “I begin to regret that I did not leave you to
take part in another breakfast yonder—I mean as the principal dish.“

“It was Providence, not you, who prevented it, Bickley, doubtless
because I am unworthy of such a glorious end. “

“Then it is lucky that Providence is a good shot with a pistol. Stop

talking nonsense and listen. If those were paths worn by feet they
would run to the edge of the rock. They do not. They begin there in
that gentle depression and slope upwards somewhat steeply. The air
machines, which were evidently large, lit in the depression, possibly
as a bird does, and then ran on wheels or sledge skids along the
grooves to the air-shed in the mountain. Come to the cave and you
will see. “

“Not till we have breakfast, “ said Bastin. “I will get out a pig. As a
matter of fact, I had no supper last night, as I was taking a class of
native boys and making some arrangements of my own. “

As for me, I only whistled. It all seemed very feasible. And yet how
could such things be?

We unloaded the canoe and ate. Bastin’s appetite was splendid.

Indeed, I had to ask him to remember that when this supply was
done I did not know where we should find any more.

“Take no thought for the morrow, “ he replied. “I have no doubt it

will come from somewhere, “ and he helped himself to another chop.

Never had I admired him so much. Not a couple of hours before he

was about to be cruelly murdered and eaten. But this did not seem to
affect him in the least. Bastin was the only man I have ever known
with a really perfect faith. It is a quality worth having and one that
makes for happiness. What a great thing not to care whether you are
breakfasted on, or breakfast!

“I see that there is lots of driftwood about here, “ he remarked, “but

unfortunately we have no tea, so in this climate it is of little use,
unless indeed we can catch some fish and cook them. “

“Stop talking about eating and help us to haul up the canoe, “ said
Bickley.

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Between the three of us we dragged and carried the canoe a long

way from the lake, fearing lest the natives should come and bear it
off with our provisions. Then, having given Tommy his breakfast off
the scraps, we walked to the cave. I glanced at my companions.
Bickley’s face was alight with scientific eagerness. Here are not
dreams or speculations, but facts to be learned, it seemed to say, and
I will learn them. The past is going to show me some of its secrets, to
tell me how men of long ago lived and died and how far they had
advanced to that point on the road of civilisation at which I stand in
my little hour of existence.

That of Bastin was mildly interested, no more. Obviously, with half

his mind he was thinking of something else, probably of his converts
on the main island and of the school class fixed for this hour which
circumstances prevented him from attending. Indeed, like Lot’s wife
he was casting glances behind him towards the wicked place from
which he had been forced to flee.

Neither the past nor the future had much real interest for Bastin; any
more than they had for Bickley, though for different reasons. The
former was done with; the latter he was quite content to leave in
other hands. If he had any clear idea thereof, probably that
undiscovered land appeared to him as a big, pleasant place where
are no unbelievers or erroneous doctrines, and all sinners will be
sternly repressed, in which, clad in a white surplice with all proper
ecclesiastical trappings, he would argue eternally with the Early
Fathers and in due course utterly annihilate Bickley, that is in a
moral sense. Personally and as a man he was extremely attached to
Bickley as a necessary and wrong-headed nuisance to which he had
become accustomed.

And I! What did I feel? I do not know; I cannot describe. An

extraordinary attraction, a semi-spiritual exaltation, I think. That
cave mouth might have been a magnet drawing my soul. With my
body I should have been afraid, as I daresay I was, for our
circumstances were sufficiently desperate. Here we were, castaways
upon an island, probably uncharted, one of thousands in the recesses
of a vast ocean, from which we had little chance of escape. More,
having offended the religious instincts of the primeval inhabitants of
that island, we had been forced to flee to a rocky mountain in the
centre of a lake, where, after the food we had brought with us by
accident was consumed, we should no doubt be forced to choose
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hands of justly infuriated savages. Yet these facts did not oppress
me, for I was being drawn, drawn to I knew not what, and if it were
to doom—well, no matter.

Therefore, none of us cared: Bastin because his faith was equal to any
emergency and there was always that white-robed heaven waiting
for him beyond which his imagination did not go (I often wondered
whether he pictured Mrs. Bastin as also waiting; if so, he never said
anything about her); Bickley because as a child of the Present and a
servant of knowledge he feared no future, believing it to be for him
non-existent, and was careless as to when his strenuous hour of life
should end; and I because I felt that yonder lay my true future; yes,
and my true past, even though to discover them I must pass through
that portal which we know as Death.

We reached the mouth of the cave. It was a vast place; perhaps the
arch of it was a hundred feet high, and I could see that once all this
arch had been adorned with sculptures. Protected as these were by
the overhanging rock, for the sculptured mouth of the cave was cut
deep into the mountain face, they were still so worn that it was
impossible to discern their details. Time had eaten them away like an
acid. But what length of time? I could not guess, but it must have
been stupendous to have worked thus upon that hard and sheltered
rock.

This came home to me with added force when, from subsequent

examination, we learned that the entire mouth of this cave had been
sealed up for unnumbered ages. It will be remembered that Marama
told me the mountain in the lake had risen much during the frightful
cyclone in which we were wrecked and with it the cave mouth
which previously had been invisible. From the markings on the
mountain side it was obvious that something of the sort had
happened very recently, at any rate on this eastern face. That is,
either the flat rock had sunk or the volcano had been thrown
upwards.

Once in the far past the cave had been as it was when we found it.
Then it had gone down in such a way that the table-rock entirely
sealed the entrance. Now this entrance was once more open, and
although of course there was a break in them, the grooves of which I
have spoken ran on into the cave at only a slightly different level
from that at which they lay upon the flat rock. And yet, although
they had been thus sheltered by a great stone curtain in front of

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them, still these sculptures were worn away by the tooth of Time. Of
course, however, this may have happened to them before they were
buried in some ancient cataclysm, to be thus resurrected at the hour
of our arrival upon the island.

Without pausing to make any closer examination of these crumbled

carvings, we entered the yawning mouth of that great place,
following and indeed walking in the deep grooves that I have
mentioned. Presently it seemed to open out as a courtyard might at
the end of a passage; yes, to open on to some vast place whereof in
that gloom we could not see the roof or the limits. All we knew was
that it must be enormous—the echoes of our voices and footsteps
told us as much, for these seemed to come back to us from high, high
above and from far, far away. Bickley and I said nothing; we were
too overcome. But Bastin remarked:

“Did you ever go to Olympia? I did once to see a kind of play where
the people said nothing, only ran about dressed up. They told me it
was religious, the sort of thing a clergyman should study. I didn’t
think it religious at all. It was all about a nun who had a baby. “

“Well, what of it? “ snapped Bickley.

“Nothing particular, except that nuns don’t have babies, or if they do

the fact should not be advertised. But I wasn’t thinking of that. I was
thinking that this place is like an underground Olympia. “

“Oh, be quiet! “ I said, for though Bastin’s description was not bad,
his monotonous, drawling voice jarred on me in that solemnity.

“Be careful where you walk, “ whispered Bickley, for even he

seemed awed, “there may be pits in this floor. “

“I wish we had a light, “ I said, halting.

“If candles are of any use, “ broke in Bastin, “as it happens I have a
packet in my pocket. I took them with me this morning for a certain
purpose. “

“Not unconnected with the paraffin and the burning of the idol, I
suppose? “ said Bickley. “Hand them over. “

“Yes; if I had been allowed a little more time I intended—”

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“Never mind what you intended; we know what you did and that’s
enough, “ said Bickley as he snatched the packet from Bastin’s hand
and proceeded to undo it, adding, “By heaven! I have no matches,
nor have you, Arbuthnot! “

“I have a dozen boxes of wax vestas in my other pocket, “ said

Bastin. “You see, they burn so well when you want to get up a fire on
a damp idol. As you may have noticed, the dew is very heavy here. “

In due course these too were produced. I took possession of them as

they were too valuable to be left in the charge of Bastin, and,
extracting a box from the packet, lit two of the candles which were of
the short thick variety, like those used in carriage-lamps.

Presently they burned up, making two faint stars of light which,
however, were not strong enough to show us either the roof or the
sides of that vast place. By their aid we pursued our path, still
following the grooves till suddenly these came to an end. Now all
around us was a flat floor of rock which, as we perceived clearly
when we pushed aside the dust that had gathered thickly on it in the
course of ages, doubtless from the gradual disintegration of the
stony walls, had once been polished till it resembled black marble.
Indeed, certain cracks in the floor appeared to have been filled in
with some dark-coloured cement. I stood looking at them while
Bickley wandered off to the right and a little forward, and presently
called to me. I walked to him, Bastin sticking close to me as I had the
other candle, as did the little dog, Tommy, who did not like these
new surroundings and would not leave my heels.

“Look, “ said Bickley, holding up his candle, “and tell me— what’s
that? “

Before me, faintly shown, was some curious structure of gleaming

rods made of yellowish metal, which rods appeared to be connected
by wires. The structure might have been forty feet high and perhaps
a hundred long. Its bottom part was buried in dust.

“What is that? “ asked Bickley again.

I made no answer, for I was thinking. Bastin, however, replied:

“It’s difficult to be sure in this light, but I should think that it may be
the remains of a cage in which some people who lived here kept

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monkeys, or perhaps it was an aviary. Look at those little ladders for

the monkeys to climb by, or possibly for the birds to sit on. “

“Are you sure it wasn’t tame angels? “ asked Bickley.

“What a ridiculous remark! How can you keep an angel in a cage?

I—”

“Aeroplane! “ I almost whispered to Bickley.

“You’ve got it! “ he answered. “The framework of an aeroplane and

a jolly large one, too. Only why hasn’t it oxidised? “

“Some indestructible metal, “ I suggested. “Gold, for instance, does

not oxidise. “

He nodded and said:

“We shall have to dig it out. The dust is feet thick about it; we can do
nothing without spades. Come on. “

We went round to the end of the structure, whatever it might be, and
presently came to another. Again we went on and came to another,
all of them being berthed exactly in line.

“What did I tell you? “ said Bickley in a voice of triumph. “A whole

garage full, a regular fleet of aeroplanes! “

“That must be nonsense, “ said Bastin, “for I am quite sure that these
Orofenans cannot make such things. Indeed they have no metal, and
even cut the throats of pigs with wooden knives. “

Now I began to walk forward, bearing to the left so as to regain our

former line. We could do nothing with these metal skeletons, and I
felt that there must be more to find beyond. Presently I saw
something looming ahead of me and quickened my pace, only to
recoil. For there, not thirty feet away and perhaps three hundred
yards from the mouth of the cave, suddenly appeared what looked
like a gigantic man. Tommy saw it also and barked as dogs do when
they are frightened, and the sound of his yaps echoed endlessly from
every quarter, which scared him to silence. Recovering myself I went
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The thing stood upon a huge base which lessened by successive

steps, eight of them, I think, to its summit. The foot of this base may
have been a square of fifty feet or rather more; the real support or
pedestal of the statue, however, was only a square of about six feet.
The figure itself was little above life-size, or at any rate above our
life-size, say seven feet in height. It was very peculiar in sundry
ways.

To begin with, nothing of the body was visible, for it was swathed
like a corpse. From these wrappings projected one arm, the right, in
the hand of which was the likeness of a lighted torch. The head was
not veiled. It was that of a man, long-nosed, thin-lipped, stern-
visaged; the countenance pervaded by an awful and unutterable
calm, as deep as that of Buddha only less benign. On the brow was a
wreathed head-dress, not unlike an Eastern turban, from which
sprang two little wings resembling in some degree those on the
famous Greek head of Hypnos, lord of Sleep. Between the folds of
the wrappings on the back sprang two other wings, enormous wings
bent like those of a bird about to take flight. Indeed the whole
attitude of the figure suggested that it was springing from earth to
air. It was executed in black basalt or some stone of the sort, and
very highly finished. For instance, on the bare feet and the arm
which held the torch could be felt every muscle and even some of the
veins. In the same way the details of the skull were perfectly
perceptible to the touch, although at first sight not visible on the
marble surface. This was ascertained by climbing on the pedestal
and feeling the face with our hands.

Here I may say that its modelling as well as that of the feet and the
arm filled Bickley, who, of course, was a highly trained anatomist,
with absolute amazement. He said that he would never have thought
it possible that such accuracy could have been reached by an artist
working in so hard a material.

When the others had arrived we studied this relic as closely as our
two candles would allow, and in turn expressed our opinions of its
significance. Bastin thought that if those things down there were
really the remains of aeroplanes, which he did not believe, the statue
had something to do with flying, as was shown by the fact that it had
wings on its head and shoulders. Also, he added, after examining the
face, the head was uncommonly like that of the idol that he had
blown up. It had the same long nose and severe shut mouth. If he

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was right, this was probably another effigy of Oro which we should
do well to destroy at once before the islanders came to worship it.

Bickley ground his teeth as he listened to him.

“Destroy that! “ he gasped. “Destroy! Oh! you, you—early

Christian.“

Here I may state that Bastin was quite right, as we proved

subsequently when we compared the head of the fetish, which, as it
will be remembered, he had brought away with him, with that of the
statue. Allowing for an enormous debasement of art, they were
essentially identical in the facial characteristics. This would suggest
the descent of a tradition through countless generations. Or of course
it may have been accidental. I am sure I do not know, but I think it
possible that for unknown centuries other old statues may have
existed in Orofena from which the idol was copied. Or some daring
and impious spirit may have found his way to the cave in past ages
and fashioned the local god upon this ancient model.

Bickley was struck at once, as I had been, with the resemblance of the
figure to that of the Egyptian Osiris. Of course there were
differences. For instance, instead of the crook and the scourge, this
divinity held a torch. Again, in place of the crown of Egypt it wore a
winged head-dress, though it is true this was not very far removed
from the winged disc of that country. The wings that sprang from its
shoulders, however, suggested Babylonia rather than Egypt, or the
Assyrian bulls that are similarly adorned. All of these symbolical
ideas might have been taken from that figure. But what was it? What
was it?

In a flash the answer came to me. A representation of the spirit of

Death! Neither more nor less. There was the shroud; there the cold,
inscrutable countenance suggesting mysteries that it hid. But the
torch and the wings? Well, the torch was that which lighted souls to
the other world, and on the wings they flew thither. Whoever
fashioned that statue hoped for another life, or so I was convinced.

I explained my ideas. Bastin thought them fanciful and preferred his

notion of a flying man, since by constitution he was unable to
discover anything spiritual in any religion except his own. Bickley
agreed that it was probably an allegorical representation of death but
sniffed at my interpretation of the wings and the torch, since by

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constitution he could not believe that the folly of a belief in

immortality could have developed so early in the world, that is,
among a highly civilised people such as must have produced this
statue.

What we could none of us understand was why this ominous image

with its dead, cold face should have been placed in an aerodrome,
nor in fact did we ever discover. Possibly it was there long before the
cave was put to this use. At first the place may have been a temple
and have so remained until circumstances forced the worshippers to
change their habits, or even their Faith.

We examined this wondrous work and the pedestal on which it

stood as closely as we were able by the dim light of our candles. I
was anxious to go further and see what lay beyond it; indeed we did
walk a few paces, twenty perhaps, onward into the recesses of the
cave.

Then Bickley discovered something that looked like the mouth of a

well down which he nearly tumbled, and Bastin began to complain
that he was hot and very thirsty; also to point out that he wished for
no more caves and idols at present.

“Look here, Arbuthnot, “ said Bickley, “these candles are burning

low and we don’t want to use up more if we can prevent it, for we
may need what we have got very badly later on. Now, according to
my pocket compass the mouth of this cave points due east; probably
at the beginning it was orientated to the rising sun for purposes of
astronomical observation or of worship at certain periods of the year.
From the position of the sun when we landed on the rock this
morning I imagine that just now it rises almost exactly opposite to
the mouth of the cave. If this is so, to-morrow at dawn, for a time at
least, the light should penetrate as far as the statue, and perhaps
further. What I suggest is that we should wait till then to explore. “

I agreed with him, especially as I was feeling tired, being exhausted

by wonder, and wanted time to think. So we turned back. As we did
so I missed Tommy and inquired anxiously where he was, being
afraid lest he might have tumbled down the well-like hole.

“He’s all right, “ said Bastin. “I saw him sniffing at the base of that
statue. I expect there is a rat in there, or perhaps a snake. “

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Sure enough when we reached it there was Tommy with his black
nose pressed against the lowest of the tiers that formed the base of
the statue, and sniffing loudly. Also he was scratching in the dust as
a dog does when he has winded a rabbit in a hole. So engrossed was
he in this occupation that it was with difficulty that I coaxed him to
leave the place.

I did not think much of the incident at that time, but afterwards it
came back to me, and I determined to investigate those stones at the
first opportunity.

Passing the wrecks of the machines, we emerged on to the causeway

without accident. After we had rested and washed we set to work to
draw our canoe with its precious burden of food right into the
mouth of the cave, where we hid it as well as we could.

This done we went for a walk round the base of the peak. This
proved to be a great deal larger than we had imagined, over two
miles in circumference indeed. All about it was a belt of fertile land,
as I suppose deposited there by the waters of the great lake and
resulting from the decay of vegetation. Much of this belt was covered
with ancient forest ending in mud flats that appeared to have been
thrown up recently, perhaps at the time of the tidal wave which bore
us to Orofena. On the higher part of the belt were many of the
extraordinary crater-like holes that I have mentioned as being
prevalent on the main island; indeed the place had all the
appearance of having been subjected to a terrific and continuous
bombardment.

When we had completed its circuit we set to work to climb the peak
in order to explore the terraces of which I have spoken and the ruins
which I had seen through my field-glasses. It was quite true; they
were terraces cut with infinite labour out of the solid rock, and on
them had once stood a city, now pounded into dust and fragments.
We struggled over the broken blocks of stone to what we had taken
for a temple, which stood near the lip of the crater, for without doubt
this mound was an extinct volcano, or rather its crest. All we could
make out when we arrived was that here had once stood some great
building, for its courts could still be traced; also there lay about
fragments of steps and pillars.

Apparently the latter had once been carved, but the passage of
innumerable ages had obliterated the work and we could not turn

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these great blocks over to discover if any remained beneath. It was as

though the god Thor had broken up the edifice with his hammer, or
Jove had shattered it with his thunderbolts; nothing else would
account for that utter wreck, except, as Bickley remarked
significantly, the scientific use of high explosives.

Following the line of what seemed to have been a road, we came to

the edge of the volcano and found, as we expected, the usual
depression out of which fire and lava had once been cast, as from
Hecla or Vesuvius. It was now a lake more than a quarter of a mile
across. Indeed it had been thus in the ancient days when the
buildings stood upon the terraces, for we saw the remains of steps
leading down to the water. Perhaps it had served as the sacred lake
of the temple.

We gazed with wonderment and then, wearied out, scrambled back

through the ruins, which, by the way, were of a different stone from
the lava of the mountain, to the mouth of the great cave.

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Chapter X

The Dwellers in the Tomb

By now it was drawing towards sunset, so we made such

preparations as we could for the night. One of these was to collect
dry driftwood, of which an abundance lay upon the shore, to serve
us for firing, though unfortunately we had nothing that we could
cook for our meal.

While we were thus engaged we saw a canoe approaching the table-

rock and perceived that in it were the chief Marama and a priest.
After hovering about for a while they paddled the canoe near
enough to allow of conversation which, taking no notice of their
presence, we left it to them to begin.

“O, Friend-from-the-Sea, “ called Marama, addressing myself, “we

come to pray you and the Great Healer to return to us to be our
guests as before. The people are covered with darkness because of
the loss of your wisdom, and the sick cry aloud for the Healer;
indeed two of those whom he has cut with knives are dying. “

“And what of the Bellower? “ I asked, indicating Bastin.

“We should like to see him back also, Friend-from-the-Sea, that we

may sacrifice and eat him, who destroyed our god with fire and
caused the Healer to kill his priest. “

“That is most unjust, “ exclaimed Bastin. “I deeply regret the blood

that was shed on the occasion, unnecessarily as I think. “

“Then go and atone for it with your own, “ said Bickley, “and
everybody will be pleased. “

Waving to them to be silent, I said:

“Are you mad, Marama, that you should ask us to return to sojourn
among people who tried to kill us, merely because the Bellower
caused fire to burn an image of wood and its head to fly from its
shoulders, just to show you that it had no power to hold itself
together, although you call it a god? Not so, we wash our hands of
you; we leave you to go your own way while we go ours, till

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perchance in a day to come, after many misfortunes have overtaken

you, you creep about our feet and with prayers and offerings beg us
to return. “

I paused to observe the effect of my words. It was excellent, for both

Marama and the priest wrung their hands and groaned. Then I went
on:

“Meanwhile we have something to tell you. We have entered the

cave where you said no man might set a foot, and have seen him
who sits within, the true god. “ (Here Bastin tried to interrupt, but
was suppressed by Bickley. )

They looked at each other in a frightened way and groaned more

loudly than before.

“He sends you a message, which, as he told us of your approach, we

came to the shore to deliver to you. “

“How can you say that? “ began Bastin, but was again violently
suppressed by Bickley.

“It is that he, the real Oro, rejoices that the false Oro, whose face is
copied from his face, has been destroyed. It is that he commands you
day by day to bring food in plenty and lay it upon the Rock of
Offerings, not forgetting a supply of fresh fish from the sea, and with
it all those things that are stored in the house wherein we, the
strangers from the sea, deigned to dwell awhile until we left you
because in your wickedness you wished to murder us. “

“And if we refuse—what then? “ asked the priest, speaking for the

first time.

“Then Oro will send death and destruction upon you. Then your
food shall fail and you shall perish of sickness and want, and the
Oromatuas, the spirits of the great dead, shall haunt you in your
sleep, and Oro shall eat up your souls. “

At these horrible threats both of them uttered a kind of wail, after

which, Marama asked:

“And if we consent, what then, Friend-from-the-Sea? “

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“Then, perchance, “ I answered, “in some day to come we may

return to you, that I may give you of my wisdom and the Great
Healer may cure your sick and the Bellower may lead you through
his gate, and in his kindness make you to see with his eyes. “

This last clause of my ultimatum did not seem to appeal to the priest,
who argued a while with Marama, though what he said we could
not hear. In the end he appeared to give way. At any rate Marama
called out that all should be done as we wished, and that meanwhile
they prayed us to intercede with Oro in the cave, and to keep back
the ghosts from haunting them, and to protect them from
misfortune. I replied that we would do our best, but could guarantee
nothing since their offence was very great.

Then, to show that the conversation was at an end, we walked away

with dignity, pushing Bastin in front of us, lest he should spoil the
effect by some of his ill-timed and often over-true remarks.

“That’s capital, “ said Bickley, when we were out of hearing. “The

enemy has capitulated. We can stop here as long as we like,
provisioned from the mainland, and if for any reason we wish to
leave, be sure of our line of retreat. “

“I don’t know what you call capital, “ exclaimed Bastin. “It seems to
me that all the lies which Arbuthnot has just told are sufficient to
bring a judgment upon us. Indeed, I think that I will go back with
Marama and explain the truth. “

“I never before knew anybody who was so anxious to be cooked and

eaten, “ remarked Bickley. “Moreover, you are too late, for the canoe
is a hundred yards away by now, and you shan’t have ours.
Remember the Pauline maxims, old fellow, which you are so fond of
quoting, and be all things to all men, and another that is more
modern, that when you are at Rome, you must do as the Romans do;
also a third, that necessity has no law, and for the matter of that, a
fourth, that all is fair in love and war. “

“I am sure, Bickley, that Paul never meant his words to bear the
debased sense which you attribute to them—” began Bastin, but at
this point I hustled him off to light a fire—a process at which I
pointed out he had shown himself an expert.

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We slept that night under the overhanging rock just to one side of
the cave, not in the mouth, because of the draught which drew in
and out of the great place. In that soft and balmy clime this was no
hardship, although we lacked blankets. And yet, tired though I was,
I could not rest as I should have done. Bastin snored away
contentedly, quite unaffected by his escape which to him was merely
an incident in the day’s work; and so, too, slumbered Bickley, except
that he did not snore. But the amazement and the mystery of all that
we had discovered and of all that might be left for us to discover,
held me back from sleep.

What did it mean? What could it mean? My nerves were taut as harp
strings and seemed to vibrate to the touch of invisible fingers,
although I could not interpret the music that they made. Once or
twice also I thought I heard actual music with my physical ears, and
that of a strange quality. Soft and low and dreamful, it appeared to
well from the recesses of the vast cave, a wailing song in an
unknown tongue from the lips of women, or of a woman, multiplied
mysteriously by echoes. This, however, must have been pure fancy,
since there was no singer there.

Presently I dozed off, to be awakened by the sudden sound of a great

fish leaping in the lake. I sat up and stared, fearing lest it might be
the splash of a paddle, for I could not put from my mind the
possibility of attack. All I saw, however, was the low line of the
distant shore, and above it the bright and setting stars that heralded
the coming of the sun. Then I woke the others, and we washed and
ate, since once the sun rose time would be precious.

At length it appeared, splendid in a cloudless sky, and, as I had

hoped, directly opposite to the mouth of the cave. Taking our
candles and some stout pieces of driftwood which, with our knives,
we had shaped on the previous evening to serve us as levers and
rough shovels, we entered the cave. Bickley and I were filled with
excitement and hope of what we knew not, but Bastin showed little
enthusiasm for our quest. His heart was with his half-converted
savages beyond the lake, and of them, quite rightly I have no doubt,
he thought more than he did of all the archaeological treasures in the
whole earth. Still, he came, bearing the blackened head of Oro with
him which, with unconscious humour, he had used as a pillow
through the night because, as he said, “it was after all softer than
stone. “ Also, I believe that in his heart he hoped that he might find
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the cave, before it was discovered by the natives who might wish to
make it an object of worship. Tommy came also, with greater alacrity
than I expected, since dogs do not as a rule like dark places. When
we reached the statue I learned the reason; he remembered the smell
he had detected at its base on the previous day, which Bastin
supposed to proceed from a rat, and was anxious to continue his
investigations.

We went straight to the statue, although Bickley passed the half-

buried machines with evident regret. As we had hoped, the strong
light of the rising sun fell upon it in a vivid ray, revealing all its
wondrous workmanship and the majesty—for no other word
describes it—of the somewhat terrifying countenance that appeared
above the wrappings of the shroud. Indeed, I was convinced that
originally this monument had been placed here in order that on
certain days of the year the sun might fall upon it thus, when
probably worshippers assembled to adore their hallowed symbol.
After all, this was common in ancient days: witness the instance of
the awful Three who sit in the deepest recesses of the temple of Abu
Simbel, on the Nile.

We gazed and gazed our fill, at least Bickley and I did, for Bastin was
occupied in making a careful comparison between the head of his
wooden Oro and that of the statue.

“There is no doubt that they are very much alike, “ he said. “Why,
whatever is that dog doing? I think it is going mad, “ and he pointed
to Tommy who was digging furiously at the base of the lowest step,
as at home I have seen him do at roots that sheltered a rabbit.

Tommy’s energy was so remarkable that at length it seriously

attracted our attention. Evidently he meant that it should do so, for
occasionally he sprang back to me barking, then returned and sniffed
and scratched. Bickley knelt down and smelt at the stone.

“It is an odd thing, Humphrey, “ he said, “but there is a strange

odour here, a very pleasant odour like that of sandal-wood or attar
of roses. “

“I never heard of a rat that smelt like sandal-wood or attar of roses, “

said Bastin. “Look out that it isn’t a snake. “

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I knelt down beside Bickley, and in clearing away the deep dust
from what seemed to be the bottom of the step, which was perhaps
four feet in height, by accident thrust my amateur spade somewhat
strongly against its base where it rested upon the rocky floor.

Next moment a wonder came to pass. The whole massive rock began
to turn outwards as though upon a pivot! I saw it coming and
grabbed Bickley by the collar, dragging him back so that we just
rolled clear before the great block, which must have weighed several
tons, fell down and crushed us. Tommy saw it too, and fled, though
a little late, for the edge of the block caught the tip of his tail and
caused him to emit a most piercing howl. But we did not think of
Tommy and his woes; we did not think of our own escape or of
anything else because of the marvel that appeared to us. Seated there
upon the ground, after our backward tumble, we could see into the
space which lay behind the fallen step, for there the light of the sun
penetrated.

The first idea it gave me was that of the jewelled shrine of some
mediaeval saint which, by good fortune, had escaped the plunderers;
there are still such existing in the world. It shone and glittered,
apparently with gold and diamonds, although, as a matter of fact,
there were no diamonds, nor was it gold which gleamed, but some
ancient metal, or rather amalgam, which is now lost to the world, the
same that was used in the tubes of the air-machines. I think that it
contained gold, but I do not know. At any rate, it was equally lasting
and even more beautiful, though lighter in colour.

For the rest this adorned recess which resembled that of a large
funeral vault, occupying the whole space beneath the base of the
statue that was supported on its arch, was empty save for two
flashing objects that lay side by side but with nearly the whole width
of the vault between them.

I pointed at them to Bickley with my finger, for really I could not

speak.

“Coffins, by Jove! “ he whispered. “Glass or crystal coffins and

people in them. Come on! “

A few seconds later we were crawling into that vault while Bastin,
still nursing the head of Oro as though it were a baby, stood

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confused outside muttering something about desecrating hallowed

graves.

Just as we reached the interior, owing to the heightening of the sun,

the light passed away, leaving us in a kind of twilight. Bickley
produced carriage candles from his pocket and fumbled for matches.
While he was doing so I noticed two things—firstly, that the place
really did smell like a scent-shop, and, secondly, that the coffins
seemed to glow with a kind of phosphorescent light of their own, not
very strong, but sufficient to reveal their outlines in the gloom. Then
the candles burnt up and we saw.

Within the coffin that stood on our left hand as we entered, for this
crystal was as transparent as plate glass, lay a most wonderful old
man, clad in a gleaming, embroidered robe. His long hair, which was
parted in the middle, as we could see beneath the edge of the pearl-
sewn and broidered cap he wore, also his beard were snowy white.
The man was tall, at least six feet four inches in height, and rather
spare. His hands were long and thin, very delicately made, as were
his sandalled feet.

But it was his face that fixed our gaze, for it was marvelous, like the
face of a god, and, as we noticed at once, with some resemblance to
that of the statue above. Thus the brow was broad and massive, the
nose straight and long, the mouth stern and clear-cut, while the
cheekbones were rather high, and the eyebrows arched. Such are the
characteristics of many handsome old men of good blood, and as the
mummies of Seti and others show us, such they have been for
thousands of years. Only this man differed from all others because of
the fearful dignity stamped upon his features. Looking at him I
began to think at once of the prophet Elijah as he must have
appeared rising to heaven, enhanced by the more earthly glory of
Solomon, for although the appearance of these patriarchs is
unknown, of them one conceives ideas. Only it seemed probable that
Elijah may have looked more benign. Here there was no benignity,
only terrible force and infinite wisdom.

Contemplating him I shivered a little and felt thankful that he was

dead. For to tell the truth I was afraid of that awesome countenance
which, I should add, was of the whiteness of paper, although the
cheeks still showed tinges of colour, so perfect was the preservation
of the corpse.

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I was still gazing at it when Bickley said in a voice of amazement:

“I say, look here, in the other coffin. “

I turned, looked, and nearly collapsed on the floor of the vault, since
beauty can sometimes strike us like a blow. Oh! there before me lay
all loveliness, such loveliness that there burst from my lips an
involuntary cry:

“Alas! that she should be dead! “

A young woman, I supposed, at least she looked young, perhaps five

or six and twenty years of age, or so I judged. There she lay, her tall
and delicate shape half hidden in masses of rich-hued hair in colour
of a ruddy blackness. I know not how else to describe it, since never
have I seen any of the same tint. Moreover, it shone with a life of its
own as though it had been dusted with gold. From between the
masses of this hair appeared a face which I can only call divine.
There was every beauty that woman can boast, from the curving
eyelashes of extraordinary length to the sweet and human mouth. To
these charms also were added a wondrous smile and an air of kind
dignity, very different from the fierce pride stamped upon the
countenance of the old man who was her companion in death.

She was clothed in some close-fitting robe of white broidered with

gold; pearls were about her neck, lying far down upon the perfect
bosom, a girdle of gold and shining gems encircled her slender
waist, and on her little feet were sandals fastened with red stones
like rubies. In truth, she was a splendid creature, and yet, I know not
how, her beauty suggested more of the spirit than of the flesh.
Indeed, in a way, it was unearthly. My senses were smitten, it pulled
at my heart-strings, and yet its unutterable strangeness seemed to
awake memories within me, though of what I could not tell. A wild
fancy came to me that I must have known this heavenly creature in
some past life.

By now Bastin had joined us, and, attracted by my exclamation and

by the attitude of Bickley, who was staring down at the coffin with a
fixed look upon his face, not unlike that of a pointer when he scents
game, he began to contemplate the wonder within it in his slow way.

“Well, I never! “ he said. “Do you think the Glittering Lady in there
is human? “

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“The Glittering Lady is dead, but I suppose that she was human in
her life, “ I answered in an awed whisper.

“Of course she is dead, otherwise she would not be in that glass
coffin. I think I should like to read the Burial Service over her, which
I daresay was never done when she was put in there. “

“How do you know she is dead? “ asked Bickley in a sharp voice

and speaking for the first time. “I have seen hundreds of corpses,
and mummies too, but never any that looked like these. “

I stared at him. It was strange to hear Bickley, the scoffer at miracles,

suggesting that this greatest of all miracles might be possible.

“They must have been here a long time, “ I said, “for although
human, they are not, I think, of any people known to the world to-
day; their dress, everything, shows it, though perhaps thousands of
years ago—” and I stopped.

“Quite so, “ answered Bickley; “I agree. That is why I suggest that

they may have belonged to a race who knew what we do not,
namely, how to suspend animation for great periods of time. “

I said no more, nor did Bastin, who was now engaged in studying
the old man, and for once, wonderstruck and overcome. Bickley,
however, took one of the candles and began to make a close
examination of the coffins. So did Tommy, who sniffed along the join
of that of the Glittering Lady until his nose reached a certain spot,
where it remained, while his black tail began to wag in a delighted
fashion. Bickley pushed him away and investigated.

“As I thought, “ he said—”air-holes. See! “

I looked, and there, bored through the crystal of the coffin in a line
with the face of its occupant, were a number of little holes that either
by accident or design outlined the shape of a human mouth.

“They are not airtight, “ murmured Bickley; “and if air can enter,
how can dead flesh remain like that for ages? “

Then he continued his search upon the other side.

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“The lid of this coffin works on hinges, “ he said. “Here they are,
fashioned of the crystal itself. A living person within could have
pulled it down before the senses departed. “

“No, “ I answered; “for look, here is a crystal bolt at the end and it is
shot from without. “

This puzzled him; then as though struck by an idea, he began to

examine the other coffin.

“I’ve got it! “ he exclaimed presently. “The old god in here”

(somehow we all thought of this old man as not quite normal) “shut
down the Glittering Lady’s coffin and bolted it. His own is not
bolted, although the bolt exists in the same place. He just got in and
pulled down the lid. Oh! what nonsense I am talking— for how can
such things be? Let us get out and think. “

So we crept from the sepulchre in which the perfumed air had begun
to oppress us and sat ourselves down upon the floor of the cave,
where for a while we remained silent.

“I am very thirsty, “ said Bastin presently. “Those smells seem to

have dried me up. I am going to get some tea—I mean water, as
unfortunately there is no tea, “ and he set off towards the mouth of
the cave.

We followed him, I don’t quite know why, except that we wished to

breathe freely outside, also we knew that the sepulchre and its
contents would be as safe as they had been for—well, how long?

It proved to be a beautiful morning outside. We walked up and

down enjoying it sub-consciously, for really our—that is Bickley’s
and my own—intelligences were concentrated on that sepulchre and
its contents. Where Bastin’s may have been I do not know, perhaps
in a visionary teapot, since I was sure that it would take him a day or
two to appreciate the significance of our discoveries. At any rate, he
wandered off, making no remarks about them, to drink water, I
suppose.

Presently he began to shout to us from the end of the table-rock and

we went to see the reason of his noise. It proved to be very
satisfactory, for while we were in the cave the Orofenans had
brought absolutely everything belonging to us, together with a large

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supply of food from the main island. Not a single article was
missing; even our books, a can with the bottom out, and the broken
pieces of a little pocket mirror had been religiously transported, and
with these a few articles that had been stolen from us, notably my
pocket-knife. Evidently a great taboo had been laid upon all our
possessions. They were now carefully arranged in one of the grooves
of the rock that Bickley supposed had been made by the wheels of
aeroplanes, which was why we had not seen them at once.

Each of us rushed for what we desired most—Bastin for one of the

canisters of tea, I for my diaries, and Bickley for his chest of
instruments and medicines. These were removed to the mouth of the
cave, and after them the other things and the food; also a bell tent
and some camp furniture that we had brought from the ship. Then
Bastin made some tea of which he drank four large pannikins,
having first said grace over it with unwonted fervour. Nor did we
disdain our share of the beverage, although Bickley preferred cocoa
and I coffee. Cocoa and coffee we had no time to make then, and in
view of that sepulchre in the cave, what had we to do with cocoa and
coffee?

So Bickley and I said to each other, and yet presently he changed his
mind and in a special metal machine carefully made some extremely
strong black coffee which he poured into a thermos flask, previously
warmed with hot water, adding thereto about a claret glass of
brandy. Also he extracted certain drugs from his medicine-chest, and
with them, as I noted, a hypodermic syringe, which he first boiled in
a kettle and then shut up in a little tube with a glass stopper.

These preparations finished, he called to Tommy to give him the

scraps of our meal. But there was no Tommy. The dog was missing,
and though we hunted everywhere we could not find him. Finally
we concluded that he had wandered off down the beach on business
of his own and would return in due course. We could not bother
about Tommy just then.

After making some further preparations and fidgeting about a little,

Bickley announced that as we had now some proper paraffin lamps
of the powerful sort which are known as “hurricane, “ he proposed
by their aid to carry out further examinations in the cave.

“I think I shall stop where I am, “ said Bastin, helping himself from
the kettle to a fifth pannikin of tea. “Those corpses are very

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interesting, but I don’t see any use in staring at them again at

present. One can always do that at any time. I have missed Marama
once already by being away in that cave, and I have a lot to say to
him about my people; I don’t want to be absent in case he should
return. “

“To wash up the things, I suppose, “ said Bickley with a sniff; “or
perhaps to eat the tea-leaves. “

“Well, as a matter of fact, I have noticed that these natives have a

peculiar taste for tea-leaves. I think they believe them to be a
medicine, but I don’t suppose they would come so far for them,
though perhaps they might in the hope of getting the head of Oro.
Anyhow, I am going to stop here. “

“Pray do, “ said Bickley. “Are you ready, Humphrey? “

I nodded, and he handed to me a felt-covered flask of the non-

conducting kind, filled with boiling water, a tin of preserved milk,
and a little bottle of meat extract of a most concentrated sort. Then,
having lit two of the hurricane lamps and seen that they were full of
oil, we started back up the cave.

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Chapter XI

Resurrection

We reached the sepulchre without stopping to look at the parked

machines or even the marvelous statue that stood above it, for what
did we care about machines or statues now? As we approached we
were astonished to hear low and cavernous growlings.

“There is some wild beast in there, “ said Bickley, halting. “No, by

George! it’s Tommy. What can the dog be after? “

We peeped in, and there sure enough was Tommy lying on the top
of the Glittering Lady’s coffin and growling his very best with the
hair standing up upon his back. When he saw who it was, however,
he jumped off and frisked round, licking my hand.

“That’s very strange, “ I exclaimed.

“Not stranger than everything else, “ said Bickley.

“What are you going to do? “ I asked.

“Open these coffins, “ he answered, “beginning with that of the old

god, since I would rather experiment on him. I expect he will
crumble into dust. But if by chance he doesn’t I’ll jam a little
strychnine, mixed with some other drugs, of which you don’t know
the names, into one of his veins and see if anything happens. If it
doesn’t, it won’t hurt him, and if it does—well, who knows? Now
give me a hand. “

We went to the left-hand coffin and by inserting the hook on the

back of my knife, of which the real use is to pick stones out of horses’
hoofs, into one of the little air-holes I have described, managed to
raise the heavy crystal lid sufficiently to enable us to force a piece of
wood between it and the top. The rest was easy, for the hinges being
of crystal had not corroded. In two minutes it was open.

From the chest came an overpowering spicy odour, and with it a

veritable breath of warm air before which we recoiled a little. Bickley
took a pocket thermometer which he had at hand and glanced at it. It
marked a temperature of 82 degrees in the sepulchre. Having noted

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this, he thrust it into the coffin between the crystal wall and its
occupant. Then we went out and waited a little while to give the
odours time to dissipate, for they made the head reel.

After five minutes or so we returned and examined the thermometer.

It had risen to 98 degrees, the natural temperature of the human
body.

“What do you make of that if the man is dead? “ he whispered.

I shook my head, and as we had agreed, set to helping him to lift the
body from the coffin. It was a good weight, quite eleven stone I
should say; moreover, it was not stiff, for the hip joints bent. We got
it out and laid it on a blanket we had spread on the floor of the
sepulchre. Whilst I was thus engaged I saw something that nearly
caused me to loose my hold from astonishment. Beneath the head,
the centre of the back and the feet were crystal boxes about eight
inches square, or rather crystal blocks, for in them I could see no
opening, and these boxes emitted a faint phosphorescent light. I
touched one of them and found that it was quite warm.

“Great heavens! “ I exclaimed, “here’s magic. “

“There’s no such thing, “ answered Bickley in his usual formula.

Then an explanation seemed to strike him and he added, “Not magic
but radium or something of the sort. That’s how the temperature
was kept up. In sufficient quantity it is practically indestructible, you
see. My word! this old gentleman knew a thing or two. “

Again we waited a little while to see if the body begun to crumble on

exposure to the air, I taking the opportunity to make a rough sketch
of it in my pocket-book in anticipation of that event. But it did not; it
remained quite sound.

“Here goes, “ said Bickley. “If he should be alive, he will catch cold
in his lungs after lying for ages in that baby incubator, as I suppose
he has done. So it is now or never. “

Then bidding me hold the man’s right arm, he took the sterilized
syringe which he had prepared, and thrusting the needle into a vein
he selected just above the wrist, injected the contents.

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“It would have been better over the heart, “ he whispered, “but I
thought I would try the arm first. I don’t like risking chills by
uncovering him. “

I made no answer and again we waited and watched.

“Great heavens, he’s stirring! “ I gasped presently.

Stirring he was, for his fingers began to move.

Bickley bent down and placed his ear to the heart—I forgot to say
that he had tested this before with a stethoscope, but had been
unable to detect any movement.

“I believe it is beginning to beat, “ he said in an awed voice.

Then he applied the stethoscope, and added, “It is, it is! “

Next he took a filament of cotton wool and laid it on the man’s lips.
Presently it moved; he was breathing, though very faintly. Bickley
took more cotton wool and having poured something from his
medicine-chest on to it, placed it over the mouth beneath the man’s
nostrils—I believe it was sal volatile.

Nothing further happened for a little while, and to relieve the strain
on my mind I stared absently into the empty coffin. Here I saw what
had escaped our notice, two small plates of white metal and cut
upon them what I took to be star maps. Beyond these and the
glowing boxes which I have mentioned, there was nothing else in the
coffin. I had no time to examine them, for at that moment the old
man opened his mouth and began to breathe, evidently with some
discomfort and effort, as his empty lungs filled themselves with air.
Then his eyelids lifted, revealing a wonderful pair of dark glowing
eyes beneath. Next he tried to sit up but would have fallen, had not
Bickley supported him with his arm.

I do not think he saw Bickley, indeed he shut his eyes again as

though the light hurt them, and went into a kind of faint. Then it was
that Tommy, who all this while had been watching the proceedings
with grave interest, came forward, wagging his tail, and licked the
man’s face. At the touch of the dog’s red tongue, he opened his eyes
for the second time. Now he saw—not us but Tommy, for after
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appeared upon his fierce but noble face. More, he lifted his hand and
laid it on the dog’s head, as though to pat it kindly. Half a minute or
so later his awakening senses appreciated our presence. The
incipient smile vanished and was replaced by a somewhat terrible
frown.

Meanwhile Bickley had poured out some of the hot coffee laced with
brandy into the cup that was screwed on the top of the thermos
flask. Advancing to the man whom I supported, he put it to his lips.
He tasted and made a wry face, but presently he began to sip, and
ultimately swallowed it all. The effect of the stimulant was
wonderful, for in a few minutes he came to life completely and was
even able to sit up without support.

For quite a long while he gazed at us gravely, talking us in and

everything connected with us. For instance, Bickley’s medicine- case
which lay open showing the little vulcanite tubes, a few instruments
and other outfit, engaged his particular attention, and I saw at once
that he understood what it was. Thus his arm still smarted where the
needle had been driven in and on the blanket lay the syringe. He
looked at his arm, then looked at the syringe, and nodded. The
paraffin hurricane lamps also seemed to interest and win his
approval. We two men, as I thought, attracted him least of all; he just
summed us up and our garments, more especially the garments,
with a few shrewd glances, and then seemed to turn his thoughts to
Tommy, who had seated himself quite contentedly at his side,
evidently accepting him as a new addition to our party.

I confess that this behaviour on Tommy’s part reassured me not a

little. I am a great believer in the instincts of animals, especially of
dogs, and I felt certain that if this man had not been in all essentials
human like ourselves, Tommy would not have tolerated him. In the
same way the sleeper’s clear liking for Tommy, at whom he looked
much oftener and with greater kindness than he did at us, suggested
that there was goodness in him somewhere, since although a dog in
its wonderful tolerance may love a bad person in whom it smells out
hidden virtue, no really bad person ever loved a dog, or, I may add,
a child or a flower.

As a matter of fact, the “old god, “ as we had christened him while

he was in his coffin, during all our association with him, cared
infinitely more for Tommy than he did for any of us, a circumstance
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for this there was a reason as we learned afterwards, also he was not
really so amiable as I hoped.

When we had looked at each other for a long while the sleeper began
to arrange his beard, of which the length seemed to surprise him,
especially as Tommy was seated on one end of it. Finding this out
and apparently not wishing to disturb Tommy, he gave up the
occupation, and after one or two attempts, for his tongue and lips
still seemed to be stiff, addressed us in some sonorous and musical
language, unlike any that we had ever heard. We shook our heads.
Then by an afterthought I said “Good day” to him in the language of
the Orofenans. He puzzled over the word as though it were more or
less familiar to him, and when I repeated it, gave it back to me with a
difference indeed, but in a way which convinced us that he quite
understood what I meant. The conversation went no further at the
moment because just then some memory seemed to strike him.

He was sitting with his back against the coffin of the Glittering Lady,
whom therefore he had not seen. Now he began to turn round, and
being too weak to do so, motioned me to help him. I obeyed, while
Bickley, guessing his purpose, held up one of the hurricane lamps
that he might see better. With a kind of fierce eagerness he surveyed
her who lay within the coffin, and after he had done so, uttered a
sigh as of intense relief.

Next he pointed to the metal cup out of which he had drunk. Bickley
filled it again from the thermos flask, which I observed excited his
keen interest, for, having touched the flask with his hand and found
that it was cool, he appeared to marvel that the fluid coming from it
should be hot and steaming. Presently he smiled as though he had
got the clue to the mystery, and swallowed his second drink of coffee
and spirit. This done, he motioned to us to lift the lid of the lady’s
coffin, pointing out a certain catch in the bolts which at first we
could not master, for it will be remembered that on this coffin these
were shot.

In the end, by pursuing the same methods that we had used in the
instance of his own, we raised the coffin lid and once more were
driven to retreat from the sepulchre for a while by the overpowering
odour like to that of a whole greenhouse full of tuberoses, that
flowed out of it, inducing a kind of stupefaction from which even
Tommy fled.

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When we returned it was to find the man kneeling by the side of the
coffin, for as yet he could not stand, with his glowing eyes fixed
upon the face of her who slept therein and waving his long arms
above her.

“Hypnotic business! Wonder if it will work, “ whispered Bickley.

Then he lifted the syringe and looked inquiringly at the man, who
shook his head, and went on with his mesmeric passes.

I crept round him and took my stand by the sleeper’s head, that I
might watch her face, which was well worth watching, while
Bickley, with his medicine at hand, remained near her feet, I think
engaged in disinfecting the syringe in some spirit or acid. I believe
he was about to make an attempt to use it when suddenly, as though
beneath the influence of the hypnotic passes, a change appeared on
the Glittering Lady’s face. Hitherto, beautiful as it was, it had been a
dead face though one of a person who had suddenly been cut off
while in full health and vigour a few hours, or at the most a day or
so before. Now it began to live again; it was as though the spirit were
returning from afar, and not without toil and tribulation.

Expression after expression flitted across the features; indeed these

seemed to change so much from moment to moment that they might
have belonged to several different individuals, though each was
beautiful. The fact of these remarkable changes with the suggestion
of multiform personalities which they conveyed impressed both
Bickley and myself very much indeed. Then the breast heaved
tumultuously; it even appeared to struggle. Next the eyes opened.
They were full of wonder, even of fear, but oh! what marvelous eyes.
I do not know how to describe them, I cannot even state their exact
colour, except that it was dark, something like the blue of sapphires
of the deepest tint, and yet not black; large, too, and soft as a deer’s.
They shut again as though the light hurt them, then once more
opened and wandered about, apparently without seeing.

At length they found my face, for I was still bending over her, and,
resting there, appeared to take it in by degrees. More, it seemed to
touch and stir some human spring in the still-sleeping heart. At least
the fear passed from her features and was replaced by a faint smile,
such as a patient sometimes gives to one known and well loved, as
the effects of chloroform pass away. For a while she looked at me
with an earnest, searching gaze, then suddenly, for the first time
moving her arms, lifted them and threw them round my neck.

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The old man stared, bending his imperial brows into a little frown,
but did nothing. Bickley stared also through his glasses and sniffed
as though in disapproval, while I remained quite still, fighting with a
wild impulse to kiss her on the lips as one would an awakening and
beloved child. I doubt if I could have done so, however, for really I
was immovable; my heart seemed to stop and all my muscles to be
paralysed.

I do not know for how long this endured, but I do know how it
ended. Presently in the intense silence I heard Bastin’s heavy voice
and looking round, saw his big head projecting into the sepulchre.

“Well, I never! “ he said, “you seem to have woke them up with a

vengeance. If you begin like that with the lady, there will be
complications before you have done, Arbuthnot. “

Talk of being brought back to earth with a rush! I could have killed
Bastin, and Bickley, turning on him like a tiger, told him to be off,
find wood and light a large fire in front of the statue. I think he was
about to argue when the Ancient gave him a glance of his fierce eyes,
which alarmed him, and he departed, bewildered, to return
presently with the wood.

But the sound of his voice had broken the spell. The Lady let her
arms fall with a start, and shut her eyes again, seeming to faint.
Bickley sprang forward with his sal volatile and applied it to her
nostrils, the Ancient not interfering, for he seemed to recognise that
he had to deal with a man of skill and one who meant well by them.

In the end we brought her round again and, to omit details, Bickley
gave her, not coffee and brandy, but a mixture he compounded of
hot water, preserved milk and meat essence. The effect of it on her
was wonderful, since a few minutes after swallowing it she sat up in
the coffin. Then we lifted her from that narrow bed in which she had
slept for—ah! how long? and perceived that beneath her also were
crystal boxes of the radiant, heat-giving substance. We sat her on the
floor of the sepulchre, wrapping her also in a blanket.

Now it was that Tommy, after frisking round her as though in

welcome of an old friend, calmly established himself beside her and
laid his black head upon her knee. She noted it and smiled for the
first time, a marvelously sweet and gentle smile. More, she placed
her slender hand upon the dog and stroked him feebly.

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Bickley tried to make her drink some more of his mixture, but she
refused, motioning him to give it to Tommy. This, however, he
would not do because there was but one cup. Presently both of the
sleepers began to shiver, which caused Bickley anxiety. Abusing
Bastin beneath his breath for being so long with the fire, he drew the
blankets closer about them.

Then an idea came to him and he examined the glowing boxes in the
coffin. They were loose, being merely set in prepared cavities in the
crystal. Wrapping our handkerchiefs about his hand, he took them
out and placed them around the wakened patients, a proceeding of
which the Ancient nodded approval. Just then, too, Bastin returned
with his first load of firewood, and soon we had a merry blaze going
just outside the sepulchre. I saw that they observed the lighting of
this fire by means of a match with much interest.

Now they grew warm again, as indeed we did also—too warm. Then
in my turn I had an idea. I knew that by now the sun would be
beating hotly against the rock of the mount, and suggested to
Bickley, that, if possible, the best thing we could do would be to get
them into its life-giving rays. He agreed, if we could make them
understand and they were able to walk. So I tried. First I directed the
Ancient’s attention to the mouth of the cave which at this distance
showed as a white circle of light. He looked at it and then at me with
grave inquiry. I made motions to suggest that he should proceed
there, repeating the word “Sun” in the Orofenan tongue. He
understood at once, though whether he read my mind rather than
what I said I am not sure. Apparently the Glittering Lady
understood also and seemed to be most anxious to go. Only she
looked rather pitifully at her feet and shook her head. This decided
me.

I do not know if I have mentioned anywhere that I am a tall man and

very muscular. She was tall, also, but as I judged not so very heavy
after her long fast. At any rate I felt quite certain that I could carry
her for that distance. Stooping down, I lifted her up, signing to her to
put her arms round my neck, which she did. Then calling to Bickley
and Bastin to bring along the Ancient between them, with some
difficulty I struggled out of the sepulchre, and started down the
cave. She was more heavy than I thought, and yet I could have
wished the journey longer. To begin with she seemed quite trustful
and happy in my arms, where she lay with her head against my
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to stop and throw her long hair round my neck like a muffler, to
prevent it from trailing in the dust.

A bundle of lavender, or a truss of new-mown hay, could not have

been more sweet to carry and there was something electric about the
touch of her, which went through and through me. Very soon it was
over, and we were out of the cave into the full glory of the tropical
sun. At first, that her eyes might become accustomed to its light and
her awakened body to its heat, I set her down where shadow fell
from the overhanging rock, in a canvas deck chair that had been
brought by Marama with the other things, throwing the rug about
her to protect her from such wind as there was. She nestled
gratefully into the soft seat and shut her eyes, for the motion had
tired her. I noted, however, that she drew in the sweet air with long
breaths.

Then I turned to observe the arrival of the Ancient, who was being
borne between Bickley and Bastin in what children know as a dandy-
chair, which is formed by two people crossing their hands in a
peculiar fashion. It says much for the tremendous dignity of his
presence that even thus, with one arm round the neck of Bickley and
the other round that of Bastin, and his long white beard falling
almost to the ground, he still looked most imposing.

Unfortunately, however, just as they were emerging from the cave,

Bastin, always the most awkward of creatures, managed to leave
hold with one hand, so that his passenger nearly came to the ground.
Never shall I forget the look that he gave him. Indeed, I think that
from this moment he hated Bastin. Bickley he respected as a man of
intelligence and learning, although in comparison with his own, the
latter was infantile and crude; me he tolerated and even liked; but
Bastin he detested. The only one of our party for whom he felt
anything approaching real affection was the spaniel Tommy.

We set him down, fortunately uninjured, on some rugs, and also in

the shadow. Then, after a little while, we moved both of them into
the sun. It was quite curious to see them expand there. As Bickley
said, what happened to them might well be compared to the
development of a butterfly which has just broken from the living
grave of its chrysalis and crept into the full, hot radiance of the light.
Its crinkled wings unfold, their brilliant tints develop; in an hour or
two it is perfect, glorious, prepared for life and flight, a new creature.

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So it was with this pair, from moment to moment they gathered

strength and vigour. Near-by to them, as it happened, stood a large
basket of the luscious native fruits brought that morning by the
Orofenans, and at these the Lady looked with longing. With
Bickley’s permission, I offered them to her and to the Ancient, first
peeling them with my fingers. They ate of them greedily, a full meal,
and would have gone on had not the stern Bickley, fearing untoward
consequences, removed the basket. Again the results were
wonderful, for half an hour afterwards they seemed to be quite
strong. With my assistance the Glittering Lady, as I still call her, for
at that time I did not know her name, rose from the chair, and,
leaning on me, tottered a few steps forward. Then she stood looking
at the sky and all the lovely panorama of nature beneath, and
stretching out her arms as though in worship. Oh! how beautiful she
seemed with the sunlight shining on her heavenly face!

Now for the first time I heard her voice. It was soft and deep, yet in it
was a curious bell-like tone that seemed to vibrate like the sound of
chimes heard from far away. Never have I listened to such another
voice. She pointed to the sun whereof the light turned her radiant
hair and garments to a kind of golden glory, and called it by some
name that I could not understand. I shook my head, whereon she
gave it a different name taken, I suppose, from another language.
Again I shook my head and she tried a third time. To my delight this
word was practically the same that the Orofenans used for “sun. “

“Yes, “ I said, speaking very slowly, “so it is called by the people of

this land. “

She understood, for she answered in much the same language:

“What, then, do you call it? “

“Sun in the English tongue, “ I replied.

“Sun. English, “ she repeated after me, then added, “How are you
named, Wanderer? “

“Humphrey, “ I answered.

“Hum-fe-ry! “ she said as though she were learning the word, “and
those? “

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“Bastin and Bickley, “ I replied.

Over these patronymics she shook her head; as yet they were too
much for her.

“How are you named, Sleeper? “ I asked.

“Yva, “ she answered.

“A beautiful name for one who is beautiful, “ I declared with

enthusiasm, of course always in the rich Orofenan dialect which by
now I could talk well enough.

She repeated the words once or twice, then of a sudden caught their
meaning, for she smiled and even coloured, saying hastily with a
wave of her hand towards the Ancient who stood at a distance
between Bastin and Bickley, “My father, Oro; great man; great king;
great god! “

At this information I started, for it was startling to learn that here

was the original Oro, who was still worshipped by the Orofenans,
although of his actual existence they had known nothing for
uncounted time. Also I was glad to learn that he was her father and
not her old husband, for to me that would have been horrible, a
desecration too deep for words.

“How long did you sleep, Yva? “ I asked, pointing towards the
sepulchre in the cave.

After a little thought she understood and shook her head hopelessly,
then by an afterthought, she said,

“Stars tell Oro to-night. “

So Oro was an astronomer as well as a king and a god. I had guessed

as much from those plates in the coffin which seemed to have stars
engraved on them.

At this point our conversation came to an end, for the Ancient

himself approached, leaning on the arm of Bickley who was engaged
in an animated argument with Bastin.

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“For Heaven’s sake! “ said Bickley, “keep your theology to yourself

at present. If you upset the old fellow and put him in a temper he
may die. “

“If a man tells me that he is a god it is my duty to tell him that he is a

liar, “ replied Bastin obstinately.

“Which you did, Bastin, only fortunately he did not understand you.
But for your own sake I advise you not to take liberties. He is not
one, I think, with whom it is wise to trifle. I think he seems thirsty.
Go and get some water from the rain pool, not from the lake. “

Bastin departed and presently returned with an aluminum jug full of

pure water and a glass. Bickley poured some of it into a glass and
handed it to Yva who bent her head in thanks. Then she did a
curious thing. Having first lifted the glass with both hands to the sky
and held it so for a few seconds, she turned and with an obeisance
poured a little of it on the ground before her father’s feet.

A libation, thought I to myself, and evidently Bastin agreed with me,

for I heard him mutter,

“I believe she is making a heathen offering. “

Doubtless we were right, for Oro accepted the homage by a little

motion of the head. After this, at a sign from him she drank the
water. Then the glass was refilled and handed to Oro who also held
it towards the sky. He, however, made no libation but drank at once,
two tumblers of it in rapid succession.

By now the direct sunlight was passing from the mouth of the cave,
and though it was hot enough, both of them shivered a little. They
spoke together in some language of which we could not understand
a word, as though they were debating what their course of action
should be. The dispute was long and earnest. Had we known what
was passing, which I learned afterwards, it would have made us
sufficiently anxious, for the point at issue was nothing less than
whether we should or should not be forthwith destroyed—an end, it
appears, that Oro was quite capable of bringing about if he so
pleased. Yva, however, had very clear views of her own on the
matter and, as I gather, even dared to threaten that she would
protect us by the use of certain powers at her command, though
what these were I do not know.

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While the event hung doubtful Tommy, who was growing bored
with these long proceedings, picked up a bough still covered with
flowers which, after their pretty fashion, the Orofenans had placed
on the top of one of the baskets of food. This small bough he brought
and laid at the feet of Oro, no doubt in the hope that he would throw
it for him to fetch, a game in which the dog delighted. For some
reason Oro saw an omen in this simple canine performance, or he
may have thought that the dog was making an offering to him, for he
put his thin hand to his brow and thought a while, then motioned to
Bastin to pick up the bough and give it to him.

Next he spoke to his daughter as though assenting to something, for

I saw her sigh in relief. No wonder, for he was conveying his
decision to spare our lives and admit us to their fellowship.

After this again they talked, but in quite a different tone and manner.
Then the Glittering Lady said to me in her slow and archaic
Orofenan:

“We go to rest. You must not follow. We come back perhaps tonight,
perhaps next night. We are quite safe. You are quite safe under the
beard of Oro. Spirit of Oro watch you. You understand? “

I said I understood, whereon she answered:

“Good-bye, O Humfe-ry. “

“Good-bye, O Yva, “ I replied, bowing.

Thereon they turned and refusing all assistance from us, vanished
into the darkness of the cave leaning upon each other and walking
slowly.

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Chapter XII

Two Hundred and Fifty Thousand Years!

“You seem to have made the best of your time, old fellow, “ said
Bickley in rather a sour voice.

“I never knew people begin to call each other by their Christian

names so soon, “ added Bastin, looking at me with a suspicious eye.

“I know no other, “ I said.

“Perhaps not, but at any rate you have another, though you don’t
seem to have told it to her. Anyway, I am glad they are gone, for I
was getting tired of being ordered by everybody to carry about
wood and water for them. Also I am terribly hungry as I can’t eat
before it is light. They have taken most of the best fruit to which I
was looking forward, but thank goodness they do not seem to care
for pork. “

“So am I, “ said Bickley, who really looked exhausted. “Get the food,
there’s a good fellow. We’ll talk afterwards. “

When we had eaten, somewhat silently, I asked Bickley what he

made of the business; also whither he thought the sleepers had gone.

“I think I can answer the last question, “ interrupted Bastin. “I expect

it is to a place well known to students of the Bible which even
Bickley mentions sometimes when he is angry. At any rate, they
seem to be very fond of heat, for they wouldn’t part from it even in
their coffins, and you will admit that they are not quite natural,
although that Glittering Lady is so attractive as regards her exterior.“

Bickley waved these remarks aside and addressed himself to me.

“I don’t know what to think of it, “ he said; “but as the experience is

not natural and everything in the Universe, so far as we know it, has
a natural explanation, I am inclined to the belief that we are suffering
from hallucinations, which in their way are also quite natural. It does
not seem possible that two people can really have been asleep for an
unknown length of time enclosed in vessels of glass or crystal, kept

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warm by radium or some such substance, and then emerge from

them comparatively strong and well. It is contrary to natural law. “

“How about microbes? “ I asked. “They are said to last practically for
ever, and they are living things. So in their case your natural law
breaks down. “

“That is true, “ he answered. “Some microbes in a sealed tube and

under certain conditions do appear to possess indefinite powers of
life. Also radium has an indefinite life, but that is a mineral. Only
these people are not microbes nor are they minerals. Also, experience
tells us that they could not have lived for more than a few months at
the outside in such circumstances as we seemed to find them. “

“Then what do you suggest? “

“I suggest that we did not really find them at all; that we have all
been dreaming. You know that there are certain gases which
produce illusions, laughing gas is one of them, and that these gases
are sometimes met with in caves. Now there were very peculiar
odours in that place under the statue, which may have worked upon
our imaginations in some such way. Otherwise we are up against a
miracle, and, as you know, I do not believe in miracles. “

“I do, “ said Bastin calmly. “You’ll find all about it in the Bible if you
will only take the trouble to read. Why do you talk such rubbish
about gases? “

“Because only gas, or something of the sort, could have made us

imagine them. “

“Nonsense, Bickley! Those people were here right enough. Didn’t

they eat our fruit and drink the water I brought them without ever
saying thank you? Only, they are not human. They are evil spirits,
and for my part I don’t want to see any more of them, though I have
no doubt Arbuthnot does, as that Glittering Lady threw her arms
round his neck when she woke up, and already he is calling her by
her Christian name, if the word Christian can be used in connection
with her. The old fellow had the impudence to tell us that he was a
god, and it is remarkable that he should have called himself Oro,
seeing that the devil they worship on the island is also called Oro
and the place itself is named Orofena. “

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“As to where they have gone, “ continued Bickley, taking no notice

of Bastin, “I really don’t know. My expectation is, however, that
when we go to look tomorrow morning—and I suggest that we
should not do so before then in order that we may give our minds
time to clear—we shall find that sepulchre place quite empty, even
perhaps without the crystal coffins we have imagined to stand
there.“

“Perhaps we shall find that there isn’t a cave at all and that we are
not sitting on a flat rock outside of it, “ suggested Bastin with heavy
sarcasm, adding, “You are clever in your way, Bickley, but you can
talk more rubbish than any man I ever knew. “

“They told us they would come back tonight or tomorrow, “ I said.

“If they do, what will you say then, Bickley? “

“I will wait till they come to answer that question. Now let us go for
a walk and try to change our thoughts. We are all over-strained and
scarcely know what we are saying. “

“One more question, “ I said as we rose to start. “Did Tommy suffer

from hallucinations as well as ourselves? “

“Why not? “ answered Bickley. “He is an animal just as we are, or

perhaps we thought we saw Tommy do the things he did. “

“When you found that basket of fruit, Bastin, which the natives
brought over in the canoe, was there a bough covered with red
flowers lying on the top of it? “

“Yes, Arbuthnot, one bough only; I threw it down on the rock as it

got in the way when I was carrying the basket. “

“Which flowering bough we all thought we saw the Sleeper Oro

carry away after Tommy had brought it to him. “

“Yes; he made me pick it up and give it to him, “ said Bastin.

“Well, if we did not see this it should still be lying on the rock, as
there has been no wind and there are no animals here to carry it
away. You will admit that, Bickley? “

He nodded.

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“Then if it has gone you will admit also that the presumption is that
we saw what we thought we did see? “

“I do not know how that conclusion can be avoided, at any rate so

far as the incident of the bough is concerned, “ replied Bickley with
caution.

Then, without more words, we started to look. At the spot where the
bough should have been, there was no bough, but on the rock lay
several of the red flowers, bitten off, I suppose, by Tommy while he
was carrying it. Nor was this all. I think I have mentioned that the
Glittering Lady wore sandals which were fastened with red studs
that looked like rubies or carbuncles. On the rock lay one of these
studs. I picked it up and we examined it. It had been sewn to the
sandal-strap with golden thread or silk. Some of this substance hung
from the hole drilled in the stone which served for an eye. It was as
rotten as tinder, apparently with extreme age. Moreover, the hard
gem itself was pitted as though the passage of time had taken effect
upon it, though this may have been caused by other agencies, such
as the action of the radium rays. I smiled at Bickley who looked
disconcerted and even sad. In a way it is painful to see the effect
upon an able and earnest man of the upsetting of his lifelong
theories.

We went for our walk, keeping to the flat lands at the foot of the
volcano cone, for we seemed to have had enough of wonders and to
desire to reassure ourselves, as it were, by the study of natural and
familiar things. As it chanced, too, we were rewarded by sundry
useful discoveries. Thus we found a place where the bread-tree and
other fruits, most of them now ripe, grew in abundance, as did the
yam. Also, we came to an inlet that we noticed was crowded with
large and beautiful fish from the lake, which seemed to find it a
favourite spot. Perhaps this was because a little stream of excellent
water ran in here, overflowing from the great pool or mere which
filled the crater above.

At these finds we rejoiced greatly, for now we knew that we need

not fear starvation even should our supply of food from the main
island be cut off. Indeed, by help of some palm-leaf stalks which we
wove together roughly, Bastin, who was rather clever at this kind of
thing, managed to trap four fish weighing two or three pounds
apiece, wading into the water to do so. It was curious to observe
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primeval man, so much so, indeed, that Bickley remarked that if he

could believe in re-incarnation, he would be absolutely certain that
Bastin was a troglodyte in his last sojourn on the earth.

However this might be, Bastin’s primeval instincts and abilities were
of the utmost service to us. Before we had been many days on that
island he had built us a kind of native hut or house roofed with palm
leaves in which, until provided with a better, as happened
afterwards, we ate and he and Bickley slept, leaving the tent to me.
Moreover, he wove a net of palm fibre with which he caught
abundance of fish, and made fishing-lines of the same material
(fortunately we had some hooks) which he baited with freshwater
mussels and the insides of fish. By means of these he secured some
veritable monsters of the carp species that proved most excellent
eating. His greatest triumph, however, was a decoy which he
constructed of boughs, wherein he trapped a number of waterfowl.
So that soon we kept a very good table of a sort, especially after he
had learned how to cook our food upon the native plan by means of
hot stones. This suited us admirably, as it enabled Bickley and
myself to devote all our time to archaeological and other studies
which did not greatly interest Bastin.

By the time that we got back to camp it was drawing towards

evening, so we cooked our food and ate, and then, thoroughly
exhausted, made ourselves as comfortable as we could and went to
sleep. Even our marvelous experiences could not keep Bickley and
myself from sleeping, and on Bastin such things had no effect. He
accepted them and that was all, much more readily than we did,
indeed. Triple-armed as he was in the mail of a child-like faith, he
snapped his fingers at evil spirits which he supposed the Sleepers to
be, and at everything else that other men might dread.

Now, as I have mentioned, after our talk with Marama, although we

did not think it wise to adventure ourselves among them again at
present, we had lost all fear of the Orofenans. In this attitude, so far
as Marama himself and the majority of his people were concerned,
we were quite justified, for they were our warm friends. But in the
case of the sorcerers, the priests and all their rascally and
superstitious brotherhood, we were by no means justified. They had
not forgiven Bastin his sacrilege or for his undermining of their
authority by the preaching of new doctrines which, if adopted,
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for shooting one of their number, or any of us for our escape from
the vengeance of their god.

So it came about that they made a plot to seize us all and hale us off
to be sacrificed to a substituted image of Oro, which by now they
had set up. They knew exactly where we slept upon the rock; indeed,
our fire showed it to them and so far they were not afraid to venture,
since here they had been accustomed for generations to lay their
offerings to the god of the Mountain. Secretly on the previous night,
without the knowledge of Marama, they had carried two more
canoes to the borders of the lake. Now on this night, just as the moon
was setting about three in the morning, they made their attack,
twenty-one men in all, for the three canoes were large, relying on the
following darkness to get us away and convey us to the place of
sacrifice to be offered up at dawn and before Marama could
interfere.

The first we knew of the matter, for most foolishly we had neglected
to keep a watch, was the unpleasant sensation of brawny savages
kneeling on us and trussing us up with palm-fibre ropes. Also they
thrust handfuls of dry grass into our mouths to prevent us from
calling out, although as air came through the interstices of the grass,
we did not suffocate. The thing was so well done that we never
struck a blow in self-defence, and although we had our pistols at
hand, much less could we fire a shot. Of course, we struggled as well
as we were able, but it was quite useless; in three minutes we were
as helpless as calves in a net and like calves were being conveyed to
the butcher. Bastin managed to get the gag out of his mouth for a few
seconds, and I heard him say in his slow, heavy voice:

“This, Bickley, is what comes of trafficking with evil spirits in

museum cases—” There his speech stopped, for the grass wad was
jammed down his throat again, but distinctly I heard the inarticulate
Bickley snort as he conceived the repartee he was unable to utter. As
for myself, I reflected that the business served us right for not
keeping a watch, and abandoned the issue to fate.

Still, to confess the truth, I was infinitely more sorry to die than I
should have been forty-eight hours earlier. This is a dull and in most
ways a dreadful world, one, if we could only summon the courage,
that some of us would be glad to leave in search of new adventures.
But here a great and unprecedented adventure had begun to befall
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a theory concerning it, my body must be destroyed, and my

intelligence that was caged therein, sent far afield; or, if Bickley were
right, eclipsed. It seemed so sad just when the impossible, like an
unguessed wandering moon, had risen over the grey flats of the
ascertained and made them shine with hope and wonder.

They carried us off to the canoes, not too gently; indeed, I heard the
bony frame of Bastin bump into the bottom of one of them and
reflected, not without venom, that it served him right as he was the
fount and origin of our woes. Two stinking magicians, wearing on
their heads undress editions of their court cages, since these were too
cumbersome for active work of the sort, and painted all over with
various pigments, were just about to swing me after him into the
same, or another canoe, when something happened. I did not know
what it was, but as a result, my captors left hold of me so that I fell to
the rock, lying upon my back.

Then, within my line of vision, which, it must be remembered, was

limited because I could not lift my head, appeared the upper part of
the tall person of the Ancient who said that he was named Oro. I
could only see him down to his middle, but I noted vaguely that he
seemed to be much changed. For instance, he wore a different
coloured dress, or rather robe; this time it was dark blue, which
caused me to wonder where on earth it came from. Also, his
tremendous beard had been trimmed and dressed, and on his head
there was a simple black cap, strangely quilted, which looked as
though it were made of velvet. Moreover, his face had plumped out.
He still looked ancient, it is true, and unutterably wise, but now he
resembled an antique youth, so great were his energy and vigour.
Also, his dark and glowing eyes shone with a fearful intensity. In
short, he seemed impressive and terrible almost beyond imagining.

He looked about him slowly, then asked in a deep, cold voice,

speaking in the Orofenan tongue:

“What do you, slaves? “

No one seemed able to answer, they were too horror-stricken at this

sudden vision of their fabled god, whose fierce features of wood had
become flesh; they only turned to fly. He waved his thin hand and
they came to a standstill, like animals which have reached the end of
their tether and are checked by the chains that bind them. There they
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ridiculous in their paint and feathers, with dread unutterable

stamped upon their evil faces.

The Sleeper spoke again:

“You would murder as did your forefathers, O children of snakes

and hogs fashioned in the shape of men. You would sacrifice those
who dwell in my shadow to satisfy your hate because they are wiser
than you. Come hither thou, “ and he beckoned with a bony finger to
the chief magician.

The man advanced towards him in short jumps, as a mechanical toy

might do, and stood before him, his miniature crate and feathers all
awry and the sweat of terror melting the paint in streaks upon his
face.

“Look into the eyes of Oro, O worshipper of Oro, “ said the Sleeper,
and he obeyed, his own eyes starting out of his head.

“Receive the curse of Oro, “ said the Ancient again. Then followed a
terrible spectacle. The man went raving mad. He bounded into the
air to a height inconceivable. He threw himself upon the ground and
rolled upon the rock. He rose again and staggered round and round,
tearing pieces out of his arms with his teeth. He yelled hideously like
one possessed. He grovelled, beating his forehead against the rock.
Then he sat up, slowly choked and—died.

His companions seemed to catch the infection of death as terrified

savages often do. They too performed dreadful antics, all except
three of them who stood paralysed. They rushed about battering
each other with their fists and wooden weapons, looking like devils
from hell in their hideous painted attire. They grappled and fought
furiously. They separated and plunged into the lake, where with a
last grimace they sank like stones.

It seemed to last a long while, but I think that as a matter of fact

within five minutes it was over; they were all dead. Only the three
paralysed ones remained standing and rolling their eyes.

The Sleeper beckoned to them with his thin finger, and they walked
forward in step like soldiers.

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“Lift that man from the boat, “ he said, pointing to Bastin, “cut his
bonds and those of the others. “

They obeyed with a wonderful alacrity. In a minute we stood at

liberty and were pulling the grass gags from our mouths. The
Ancient pointed to the head magician who lay dead upon the rock,
his hideous, contorted countenance staring open-eyed at heaven.

“Take that sorcerer and show him to the other sorcerers yonder, “ he
said, “and tell them where your fellows are if they would find them.
Know by these signs that the Oro, god of the Mountain, who has
slept a while, is awake, and ill will it go with them who question his
power or dare to try to harm those who dwell in his house. Bring
food day by day and await commands. Begone! “

The dreadful-looking body was bundled into one of the canoes, that
out of which Bastin had emerged. A rower sprang into each of them
and presently was paddling as he had never done before. As the
setting moon vanished, they vanished with it, and once more there
was a great silence.

“I am going to find my boots, “ said Bastin. “This rock is hard and I

hurt my feet kicking at those poor fellows who appear to have come
to a bad end, how, I do not exactly understand. Personally, I think
that more allowances should have been made for them, as I hope
will be the case elsewhere, since after all they only acted according to
their lights. “

“Curse their lights! “ ejaculated Bickley, feeling his throat which was
bruised. “I’m glad they are out. “

Bastin limped away in search of his boots, but Bickley and I stood
where we were contemplating the awakened Sleeper. All recollection
of the recent tumultuous scene seemed to have passed from his
mind, for he was engaged in a study of the heavens. They were
wonderfully brilliant now that the moon was down, brilliant as they
only can be in the tropics when the sky is clear.

Something caused me to look round, and there, coming towards us,

was she who said her name was Yva. Evidently all her weakness had
departed also, for now she needed no support, but walked with a
peculiar gliding motion that reminded me of a swan floating
forward on the water. Well had we named her the Glittering Lady,

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for in the starlight literally she seemed to glitter. I suppose the effect
came from her golden raiment, which, however, I noticed, as in her
father’s case, was not the same that she had worn in the coffin; also
from her hair that seemed to give out a light of its own. At least, she
shimmered as she came, her tall shape swaying at every step like a
willow in the wind. She drew near, and I saw that her face, too, had
filled out and now was that of one in perfect health and vigour,
while her eyes shone softly and seemed wondrous large.

In her hands she carried those two plates of metal which I had seen
lying in the coffin of the Sleeper Oro. These she gave to him, then fell
back out of his hearing—if it were ever possible to do this, a point on
which I am not sure—and began to talk to me. I noted at once that in
the few hours during which she was absent, her knowledge of the
Orofenan tongue seemed to have improved greatly as though she
had drunk deeply from some hidden fount of memory. Now she
spoke it with readiness, as Oro had done when he addressed the
sorcerers, although many of the words she used were not known to
me, and the general form of her language appeared archaic, as for
instance that of Spenser is compared with modern English. When
she saw I did not comprehend her, however, she would stop and
cast her sentences in a different shape, till at length I caught her
meaning. Now I give the substance of what she said.

“You are safe, “ she began, glancing first at the palm ropes that lay
upon the rock and then at my wrists, one of which was cut.

“Yes, Lady Yva, thanks to your father. “

“You should say thanks to me. My father was thinking of other

things, but I was thinking of you strangers, and from where I was I
saw those wicked ones coming to kill you. “

“Oh! from the top of the mountain, I suppose. “

She shook her head and smiled but vouchsafed no further

explanation, unless her following words can be so called. These
were:

“I can see otherwise than with my eyes, if I choose. “ A statement

that caused Bickley, who was listening, to mutter:

“Impossible! What the deuce can she mean? Telepathy, perhaps. “

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“I saw, “ she continued, “and told the Lord, my father. He came

forth. Did he kill them? I did not look to learn. “

“Yes. They lie in the lake, all except three whom he sent away as
messengers. “

“I thought so. Death is terrible, O Humphrey, but it is a sword which

those who rule must use to smite the wicked and the savage. “

Not wishing to pursue this subject, I asked her what her father was
doing with the metal plates.

“He reads the stars, “ she answered, “to learn how long we have
been asleep. Before we went to sleep he made two pictures of them,
as they were then and as they should be at the time he had set for
our awakening. “

“We set that time, “ interrupted Bickley.

“Not so, O Bickley, “ she answered, smiling again. “In the divine
Oro’s head was the time set. You were the hand that executed his
decree. “

When Bickley heard this I really thought he would have burst.

However, he controlled himself nobly, being anxious to hear the end
of this mysterious fib.

“How long was the time that the lord Oro set apart for sleep? “ I
asked.

She paused as though puzzled to find words to express her meaning,

then held up her hands and said:

“Ten, “ nodding at her fingers. By second thoughts she took

Bickley’s hands, not mine, and counted his ten fingers.

“Ten years, “ said Bickley. “Well, of course, it is impossible, but

perhaps—” and he paused.

“Ten tens, “ she went on with a deepening smile, “one hundred. “

“O! “ said Bickley.

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“Ten hundreds, one thousand. “

“I say! “ said Bickley.

“Ten times ten thousand, one hundred thousand. “

Bickley became silent.

“Twice one hundred thousand and half a hundred thousand, two

hundred and fifty thousand years. That was the space of time which
the lord Oro, my father, set for our sleep. Whether it has been
fulfilled he will know presently when he has read the book of the
stars and made comparison of it with what he wrote before we laid
us down to rest, “ and she pointed to the metal plates which the
Ancient was studying.

Bickley walked away, making sounds as though he were going to be

ill and looking so absurd in his indignation that I nearly laughed.
The Lady Yva actually did laugh, and very musical was that laugh.

“He does not believe, “ she said. “He is so clever he knows

everything. But two hundred and fifty thousand years ago we
should have thought him quite stupid. Then we could read the stars
and calculate their movements for ever. “

“So can we, “ I answered, rather nettled.

“I am glad, O Humphrey, since you will be able to show my father if

in one of them he is wrong. “

Secretly I hoped that this task would not be laid on me. Indeed, I
thought it well to change the subject for the edification of Bickley
who had recovered and was drawn back by his eager curiosity. Just
then, too, Bastin joined us, happy in his regained boots.

“You tell us, Lady Yva, “ I said, “that you slept, or should have slept
for two hundred and fifty thousand years. “ Here Bastin opened his
eyes. “If that was so, where was your mind all this time? “

“If by my mind you mean spirit, O Humphrey, I have to answer that

at present I do not know for certain. I think, however, that it dwelt
elsewhere, perhaps in other bodies on the earth, or some different

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earth. At least, I know that my heart is very full of memories which

as yet I cannot unroll and read. “

“Great heavens, this is madness! “ said Bickley.

“In the great heavens, “ she answered slowly, “there are many things
which you, poor man, would think to be madness, but yet are truth
and perfect wisdom. These things, or some of them, soon I shall hope
to show you. “

“Do if you can, “ said Bickley.

“Why not? “ interrupted Bastin. “I think the lady’s remarks quite

reasonable. It seems to me highly improbable if really she has slept
for two hundred and fifty thousand years, which, of course, I can’t
decide, that an immortal spirit would be allowed to remain idle for
so long. That would be wallowing in a bed of idleness and shirking
its duty which is to do its work. Also, as she tells you, Bickley, you
are not half so clever as you think you are in your silly scepticism,
and I have no doubt that there are many things in other worlds
which would expose your ignorance, if only you could see them. “

At this moment Oro turned and called his daughter. She went at
once, saying:

“Come, strangers, and you shall learn. “

So we followed her.

“Daughter, “ he said, speaking in Orofenan, I think that we might

understand, “ask these strangers to bring one of those lamps of
theirs that by the light of it I may study these writings. “

“Perhaps this may serve, “ said Bickley, suddenly producing an

electric torch from his pocket and flashing it into his face. It was his
form of repartee for all he had suffered at the hands of this
incomprehensible pair. Let me say at once that it was singularly
successful. Perhaps the wisdom of the ages in which Oro flourished
had overlooked so small a matter as electric torches, or perhaps he
did not expect to meet with them in these degenerate days. At any
rate for the first and last time in my intercourse with him I saw the
god, or lord—the native word bears either meaning—Oro genuinely
astonished. He started and stepped back, and for a moment or two

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seemed a little frightened. Then muttering something as to the

cleverness of this light-producing instrument, he motioned to his
daughter to take it from Bickley and hold it in a certain position. She
obeyed, and in its illumination he began to study the engraved
plates, holding one of them in either hand.

After a while he gave me one of the plates to hold, and with his
disengaged hand pointed successively to the constellation of Orion,
to the stars Castor, Pollux, Aldebaran, Rigel, the Pleiades, Sirius and
others which with my very limited knowledge I could not recognise
offhand. Then on the plate which I held, he showed us those same
stars and constellations, checking them one by one.

Then he remarked very quietly that all was in order, and handing
the plate he held to Yva, said:

“The calculations made so long ago are correct, nor have the stars
varied in their proper motions during what is after all but an hour of
time. If you, Stranger, who, I understand, are named Humphrey,
should be, as I gather, a heaven-master, naturally you will ask me
how I could fix an exact date by the stars without an error of, let us
say, from five to ten thousand years. I answer you that by the proper
motion of the stars alone it would have been difficult. Therefore I
remember that in order to be exact, I calculated the future
conjunctions of those two planets, “ and he pointed to Saturn and
Jupiter. “Finding that one of these occurred near yonder star, “ and
he indicated the bright orb, Spica, “at a certain time, I determined
that then I would awake. Behold! There are the stars as I engraved
them from my foreknowledge, upon this chart, and there those two
great planets hang in conjunction. Daughter Yva, my wisdom has
not failed me. This world of ours has travelled round the sun neither
less nor more than two hundred and fifty thousand times since we
laid ourselves down to sleep. It is written here, and yonder, “ and he
pointed, first to the engraved plates and then to the vast expanse of
the starlit heavens.

Awe fell on me; I think that even Bickley and Bastin were awed, at
any rate for the moment. It was a terrible thing to look on a being, to
all appearance more or less human, who alleged that he had been
asleep for two hundred and fifty thousand years, and proceeded to
prove it by certain ancient star charts. Of course at the time I could
not check those charts, lacking the necessary knowledge, but I have
done so since and found that they are quite accurate. However this

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made no difference, since the circumstances and something in his

manner convinced me that he spoke the absolute truth.

He and his daughter had been asleep for two hundred and fifty
thousand years. Oh! Heavens, for two hundred and fifty thousand
years!

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Chapter XIII

Oro Speaks and Bastin Argues

The reader of what I have written, should there ever be such a

person, may find the record marvelous, and therefore rashly
conclude that because it is beyond experience, it could not be. It is
not a wise deduction, as I think Bickley would admit today, because
without doubt many things are which surpass our extremely limited
experience. However, those who draw the veil from the Unknown
and reveal the New, must expect incredulity, and accept it without
grumbling. Was that not the fate, for instance, of those who in the
Middle Ages, a few hundred years ago, discovered, or rather
rediscovered the mighty movements of those constellations which
served Oro for an almanac?

But the point I want to make is that if the sceptic plays a Bickleyan
part as regards what has been written, it seems probable that his
attitude will be accentuated as regards that which it still remains for
me to write. If so, I cannot help it, and must decline entirely to water
down or doctor facts and thus pander to his prejudice and ignorance.
For my part I cannot attempt to explain these occurrences; I only
know that they happened and that I set down what I saw, heard and
felt, neither more nor less.

Immediately after Oro had triumphantly vindicated his stellar

calculations he turned and departed into the cave, followed by his
daughter, waving to us to remain where we were. As she passed us,
however, the Glittering Lady whispered—this time to Bastin— that
he would see them again in a few hours, adding:

“We have much to learn and I hope that then you who, I understand,
are a priest, will begin to teach us of your religion and other
matters.“

Bastin was so astonished that he could make no reply, but when they
had gone he said:

“Which of you told her that I was a priest? “

We shook our heads for neither of us could remember having done

so.

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“Well, I did not, “ continued Bastin, “since at present I have found

no opportunity of saying a word in season. So I suppose she must
have gathered it from my attire, though as a matter of fact I haven’t
been wearing a collar, and those men who wanted to cook me,
pulled off my white tie and I didn’t think it worth while dirtying a
clean one. “

“If, “ said Bickley, “you imagine that you look like the minister of
any religion ancient or modern in a grubby flannel shirt, a battered
sun-helmet, a torn green and white umbrella and a pair of ragged
duck trousers, you are mistaken, Bastin, that is all. “

“I admit that the costume is not appropriate, Bickley, but how

otherwise could she have learned the truth? “

“These people seem to have ways of learning a good many things.

But in your case, Bastin, the cause is clear enough. You have been
walking about with the head of that idol and always keep it close to
you. No doubt they believe that you are a priest of the worship of the
god of the Grove—Baal, you know, or something of that sort. “

When he heard this Bastin’s face became a perfect picture. Never

before did I see it so full of horror struggling with indignation.

“I must undeceive them without a moment’s delay, “ he said, and

was starting for the cave when we caught his arms and held him.

“Better wait till they come back, old fellow, “ I said, laughing. “If you
disobey that Lord Oro you may meet with another experience in the
sacrifice line. “

“Perhaps you are right, Arbuthnot. I will occupy the interval in

preparing a suitable address. “

“Much better occupy it in preparing breakfast, “ said Bickley. “I have

always noticed that you are at your best extempore. “

In the end he did prepare breakfast though in a distrait fashion;

indeed I found him beginning to make tea in the frying-pan. Bastin
felt that his opportunity had arrived, and was making ready to rise
to the occasion.

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Also we felt, all three of us, that we were extremely shabby- looking
objects, and though none of us said so, each did his best to improve
his personal appearance. First of all Bickley cut Bastin’s and my hair,
after which I did him the same service. Then Bickley who was
normally clean shaven, set to work to remove a beard of about a
week’s growth, and I who wore one of the pointed variety, trimmed
up mine as best I could with the help of a hand-glass. Bastin, too,
performed on his which was of the square and rather ragged type,
wisely rejecting Bickley’s advice to shave it off altogether, offered, I
felt convinced, because he felt that the result on Bastin would be too
hideous for words. After this we cut our nails, cleaned our teeth and
bathed; I even caught Bickley applying hair tonic from his dressing
case in secret, behind a projecting rock, and borrowed some myself.
He gave it me on condition that I did not mention its existence to
Bastin who, he remarked, would certainly use the lot and make
himself smell horrible.

Next we found clean ducks among our store of spare clothes, for the
Orofenans had brought these with our other possessions, and put
them on, even adding silk cumberbunds and neckties. My tie I
fastened with a pin that I had obtained in Egypt. It was a tiny gold
statuette of very fine and early workmanship, of the god Osiris,
wearing the crown of the Upper Land with the uraeus crest, and
holding in his hands, which projected from the mummy wrappings,
the emblems of the crook, the scourge and the crux ansata, or Sign of
Life.

Bastin, for his part, arrayed himself in full clerical costume, black
coat and trousers, white tie and stick-up clergyman’s collar which, as
he remarked, made him feel extremely hot in that climate, and were
unsuitable to domestic duties, such as washing-up. I offered to hold
his coat while he did this office and told him he looked very nice
indeed.

“Beautiful! “ remarked Bickley, “but why don’t you put on your

surplice and biretta? “ (Being very High-Church Bastin did wear a
biretta on festival Sundays at home. ) “There would be no mistake
about you then. “

“I do not think it would be suitable, “ replied Bastin whose sense of

humour was undeveloped. “There is no service to be performed at
present and no church, though perhaps that cave—” and he stopped.

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When we had finished these vain adornments and Bastin had put
away the things and tidied up, we sat down, rather at a loose end.
We should have liked to walk but refrained from doing so for fear
lest we might dirty our clean clothes. So we just sat and thought. At
least Bickley thought, and so did I for a while until I gave it up. What
was the use of thinking, seeing that we were face to face with
circumstances which baffled reason and beggared all recorded
human experience? What Bastin did I am sure I do not know, but I
think from the expression of his countenance that he was engaged in
composing sermons for the benefit of Oro and the Glittering Lady.

One diversion we did have. About eleven o’clock a canoe came from
the main island laden with provisions and paddled by Marama and
two of his people. We seized our weapons, remembering our
experiences of the night, but Marama waved a bough in token of
peace. So, carrying our revolvers, we went to the rock edge to meet
him. He crept ashore and, chief though he was, prostrated himself
upon his face before us, which told me that he had heard of the fate
of the sorcerers. His apologies were abject. He explained that he had
no part in the outrage of the attack, and besought us to intercede on
behalf of him and his people with the awakened god of the
Mountain whom he looked for with a terrified air.

We consoled him as well as we could, and told him that he had best
be gone before the god of the Mountain appeared, and perhaps
treated him as he had done the sorcerers. In his name, however, we
commanded Marama to bring materials and build us a proper house
upon the rock, also to be sure to keep up a regular and ample supply
of provisions. If he did these things, and anything else we might
from time to time command, we said that perhaps his life and those
of his people would be spared. This, however, after the evil
behaviour of some of them of course we could not guarantee.

Marama departed so thoroughly frightened that he even forgot to

make any inquiries as to who this god of the Mountain might be, or
where he came from, or whither he was going. Of course, the place
had been sacred among his people from the beginning, whenever
that may have been, but that its sacredness should materialise into
an active god who brought sorcerers of the highest reputation to a
most unpleasant end, just because they wished to translate their
preaching into practice, was another matter. It was not to be
explained even by the fact of which he himself had informed me,
that during the dreadful storm of some months before, the cave

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mouth which previously was not visible on the volcano, had

suddenly been lifted up above the level of the Rock of Offerings,
although, of course, all religious and instructed persons would have
expected something peculiar to happen after this event.

Such I knew were his thoughts, but, as I have said, he was too
frightened and too hurried to express them in questions that I should
have found it extremely difficult to answer. As it was he departed
quite uncertain as to whether one of us was not the real “god of the
Mountain, “ who had power to bring hideous death upon his
molesters. After all, what had he to go on to the contrary, except the
word of three priests who were so terrified that they could give no
coherent account of what had happened? Of these events, it was
true, there was evidence in the twisted carcass of their lamented high
sorcerer, and, for the matter of that, of certain corpses which he had
seen, that lay in shallow water at the bottom of the lake. Beyond all
was vague, and in his heart I am sure that Marama believed that
Bastin was the real “god of the Mountain. “ Naturally, he would
desire to work vengeance on those who tried to sacrifice and eat him.
Moreover, had he not destroyed the image of the god of the Grove
and borne away its head whence he had sucked magic and power?

Thus argued Marama, disbelieving the tale of the frightened

sorcerers, for he admitted as much to me in after days.

Marama departed in a great hurry, fearing lest the “god of the

Mountain, “ or Bastin, whose new and splendid garb he regarded
with much suspicion, might develop some evil energy against him.
Then we went back to our camp, leaving the industrious Bastin,
animated by a suggestion from Bickley that the fruit and food might
spoil if left in the sun, to carry it into the shade of the cave. Owing to
the terrors of the Orofenans the supply was so large that to do this he
must make no fewer than seven journeys, which he did with great
good will since Bastin loved physical exercise. The result on his
clerical garments, however, was disastrous. His white tie went awry,
squashed fruit and roast pig gravy ran down his waistcoat and
trousers, and his high collar melted into limp crinkles in the moisture
engendered by the tropical heat. Only his long coat escaped, since
that Bickley kindly carried for him.

It was just as he arrived with the seventh load in this extremely

dishevelled condition that Oro and his daughter emerged from the
cave. Indeed Bastin, who, being shortsighted, always wore spectacles

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that, owing to his heated state were covered with mist, not seeing
that dignitary, dumped down the last basket on to his toes,
exclaiming:

“There, you lazy beggar, I told you I would bring it all, and I have. “

In fact he thought he was addressing Bickley and playing off on him

a troglodytic practical joke.

Oro, however, who at his age did not appreciate jokes, resented it
and was about to do something unpleasant when with extraordinary
tact his daughter remarked:

“Bastin the priest makes you offerings. Thank him, O Lord my

father. “

So Oro thanked him, not too cordially for evidently he still had
feeling in his toes, and once more Bastin escaped. Becoming aware of
his error, he began to apologise profusely in English, while the lady
Yva studied him carefully.

“Is that the costume of the priests of your religion, O Bastin? “ she
asked, surveying his dishevelled form. “If so, you were better
without it. “

Then Bastin retired to straighten his tie, and grabbing his coat from
Bickley, who handed it to him with a malicious smile, forced his
perspiring arms into it in a peculiarly awkward and elephantine
fashion.

Meanwhile Bickley and I produced two camp chairs which we had

made ready, and on these the wondrous pair seated themselves side
by side.

“We have come to learn, “ said Oro. “Teach! “

“Not so, Father, “ interrupted Yva, who, I noted, was clothed in yet a
third costume, though whence these came I could not imagine. “First
I would ask a question. Whence are you, Strangers, and how came
you here? “

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“We are from the country called England and a great storm
shipwrecked us here; that, I think, which raised the mouth of the
cave above the level of this rock, “ I answered.

“The time appointed having come when it should be raised, “ said

Oro as though to himself.

“Where is England? “ asked Yva.

Now among the books we had with us was a pocket atlas, quite a
good one of its sort. By way of answer I opened it at the map of the
world and showed her England. Also I showed, to within a thousand
miles or so, that spot on the earth’s surface where we spoke together.

The sight of this atlas excited the pair greatly. They had not the
slightest difficulty in understanding everything about it and the
shape of the world with its division into hemispheres seemed to be
quite familiar to them. What appeared chiefly to interest them, and
especially Oro, were the relative areas and positions of land and sea.

“Of this, Strangers, “ he said, pointing to the map, “I shall have

much to say to you when I have studied the pictures of your book
and compared them with others of my own. “

“So he has got maps, “ said Bickley in English, “as well as star charts.
I wonder where he keeps them. “

“With his clothes, I expect, “ suggested Bastin.

Meanwhile Oro had hidden the atlas in his ample robe and motioned
to his daughter to proceed.

“Why do you come here from England so far away? “ the Lady Yva
asked, a question to which each of us had an answer.

“To see new countries, “ I said.

“Because the cyclone brought us, “ said Bickley.

“To convert the heathen to my own Christian religion, “ said Bastin,

which was not strictly true.

It was on this last reply that she fixed.

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“What does your religion teach? “ she asked.

“It teaches that those who accept it and obey its commands will live
again after death for ever in a better world where is neither sorrow
nor sin, “ he answered.

When he heard this saying I saw Oro start as though struck by a new
thought and look at Bastin with a curious intentness.

“Who are the heathen? “ Yva asked again after a pause, for she also
seemed to be impressed.

“All who do not agree with Bastin’s spiritual views, “ answered

Bickley.

“Those who, whether from lack of instruction or from hardness of

heart, do not follow the true faith. For instance, I suppose that your
father and you are heathen, “ replied Bastin stoutly.

This seemed to astonish them, but presently Yva caught his meaning
and smiled, while Oro said:

“Of this great matter of faith we will talk later. It is an old question in
the world. “

“Why, “ went on Yva, “if you wished to travel so far did you come in
a ship that so easily is wrecked? Why did you not journey through
the air, or better still, pass through space, leaving your bodies asleep,
as, being instructed, doubtless you can do? “

“As regards your first question, “ I answered, “there are no aircraft

known that can make so long a journey. “

“And as regards the second, “ broke in Bickley, “we did not do so

because it is impossible for men to transfer themselves to other
places through space either with or without their bodies. “

At this information the Glittering Lady lifted her arched eyebrows

and smiled a little, while Oro said:

“I perceive that the new world has advanced but a little way on the
road of knowledge. “

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Fearing that Bastin was about to commence an argument, I began to

ask questions in my turn.

“Lord Oro and Lady Yva, “ I said, “we have told you something of
ourselves and will tell you more when you desire it. But pardon us if
first we pray you to tell us what we burn to know. Who are you? Of
what race and country? And how came it that we found you
sleeping yonder? “

“If it be your pleasure, answer, my Father, “ said Yva.

Oro thought a moment, then replied in a calm voice:

“I am a king who once ruled most of the world as it was in my day,

though it is true that much of it rebelled against me, my councillors
and servants. Therefore I destroyed the world as it was then, save
only certain portions whence life might spread to the new countries
that I raised up. Having done this I put myself and my daughter to
sleep for a space of two hundred and fifty thousand years, that there
might be time for fresh civilisations to arise. Now I begin to think
that I did not allot a sufficiency of ages, since I perceive from what
you tell me, that the learning of the new races is as yet but small. “

Bickley and I looked at each other and were silent. Mentally we had
collapsed. Who could begin to discuss statements built upon such a
foundation of gigantic and paralysing falsehoods?

Well, Bastin could for one. With no more surprise in his voice than if
he were talking about last night’s dinner, he said:

“There must be a mistake somewhere, or perhaps I misunderstand

you. It is obvious that you, being a man, could not have destroyed
the world. That could only be done by the Power which made it and
you. “

I trembled for the results of Bastin’s methods of setting out the truth.
To my astonishment, however, Oro replied:

“You speak wisely, Priest, but the Power you name may use
instruments to accomplish its decrees. I am such an instrument. “

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“Quite so, “ said Bastin, “just like anybody else. You have more
knowledge of the truth than I thought. But pray, how did you
destroy the world? “

“Using my wisdom to direct the forces that are at work in the heart
of this great globe, I drowned it with a deluge, causing one part to
sink and another to rise, also changes of climate which completed the
work. “

“That’s quite right, “ exclaimed Bastin delightedly. “We know all

about the Deluge, only you are not mentioned in connection with the
matter. A man, Noah, had to do with it when he was six hundred
years old. “

“Six hundred? “ said Oro. “That is not very old. I myself had seen
more than a thousand years when I lay down to sleep. “

“A thousand! “ remarked Bastin, mildly interested. “That is unusual,

though some of these mighty men of renown we know lived over
nine hundred. “

Here Bickley snorted and exclaimed:

“Nine hundred moons, he means. “

“I did not know Noah, “ went on Oro. “Perhaps he lived after my

time and caused some other local deluge. Is there anything else you
wish to ask me before I leave you that I may study this map
writing?“

“Yes, “ said Bastin. “Why were you allowed to drown your world? “

“Because it was evil, Priest, and disobeyed me and the Power I

serve.“

“Oh! thank you, “ said Bastin, “that fits in exactly. It was just the
same in Noah’s time. “

“I pray that it is not just the same now, “ said Oro, rising. “To-
morrow we will return, or if I do not who have much that I must do,
the lady my daughter will return and speak with you further. “

He departed into the cave, Yva following at a little distance.

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I accompanied her as far as the mouth of the cave, as did Tommy,

who all this time had been sitting contentedly upon the hem of her
gorgeous robe, quite careless of its immemorial age, if it was
immemorial and not woven yesterday, a point on which I had no
information.

“Lady Yva, “ I said, “did I rightly understand the Lord Oro to say
that he was a thousand years old? “

“Yes, O Humphrey, and really he is more, or so I think. “

“Then are you a thousand years old also? “ I asked, aghast.

“No, no, “ she replied, shaking her head, “I am young, quite young,
for I do not count my time of sleep. “

“Certainly you look it, “ I said. “But what, Lady Yva, do you mean
by young? “

She answered my question by another.

“What age are your women when they are as I am? “

“None of our women were ever quite like you, Lady Yva. Yet, say
from twenty-five to thirty years of age. “

“Ah! I have been counting and now I remember. When my father

sent me to sleep I was twenty-seven years old. No, I will not deceive
you, I was twenty-seven years and three moons. “ Then, saying
something to the effect that she would return, she departed,
laughing a little in a mischievous way, and, although I did not
observe this till afterwards, Tommy departed with her.

When I repeated what she had said to Bastin and Bickley, who were
standing at a distance straining their ears and somewhat aggrieved,
the former remarked:

“If she is twenty-seven her father must have married late in life,
though of course it may have been a long while before he had
children. “

Then Bickley, who had been suppressing himself all this while, went
off like a bomb.

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“Do you tell us, Bastin, “ he asked, “that you believe one word of all
this ghastly rubbish? I mean as to that antique charlatan being a
thousand years old and having caused the Flood and the rest? “

“If you ask me, Bickley, I see no particular reason to doubt it at

present. A person who can go to sleep in a glass coffin kept warm by
a pocketful of radium together with very accurate maps of the
constellations at the time he wakes up, can, I imagine, do most
things. “

“Even cause the Deluge, “ jeered Bickley.

“I don’t know about the Deluge, but perhaps he may have been
permitted to cause a deluge. Why not? You can’t look at things from
far enough off, Bickley. And if something seems big to you, you
conclude that therefore it is impossible. The same Power which gives
you skill to succeed in an operation, that hitherto was held
impracticable, as I know you have done once or twice, may have
given that old fellow power to cause a deluge. You should measure
the universe and its possibilities by worlds and not by acres,
Bickley.“

“And believe, I suppose, that a man can live a thousand years,

whereas we know well that he cannot live more than about a
hundred. “

“You don’t know anything of the sort, Bickley. All you know is that
over the brief period of history with which we are acquainted, say
ten thousand years at most, men have only lived to about a hundred.
But the very rocks which you are so fond of talking about, tell us that
even this planet is millions upon millions of years of age. Who
knows then but that at some time in its history, men did not live for a
thousand years, and that lost civilisations did not exist of which this
Oro and his daughter may be two survivors? “

“There is no proof of anything of the sort, “ said Bickley.

“I don’t know about proof, as you understand it, though I have read
in Plato of a continent called Atlantis that was submerged, according
to the story of old Egyptian priests. But personally I have every
proof, for it is all written down in the Bible at which you turn tip
your nose, and I am very glad that I have been lucky enough to come
across this unexpected confirmation of the story. Not that it matters

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much, since I should have learned all about it when it pleases

Providence to remove me to a better world, which in our
circumstances may happen any day. Now I must change my clothes
before I see to the cooking and other things. “

“I am bound to admit, “ said Bickley, looking after him, “that old

Bastin is not so stupid as he seems. From his point of view the
arguments he advances are quite logical. Moreover I think he is right
when he says that we look at things through the wrong end of the
telescope. After all the universe is very big and who knows what
may happen there? Who knows even what may have happened on
this little earth during the aeons of its existence, whenever its balance
chanced to shift, as the Ice Ages show us it has often done? Still I
believe that old Oro to be a Prince of Liars. “

“That remains to be proved, “ I answered cautiously. “All I know is

that he is a wonderfully learned person of most remarkable
appearance, and that his daughter is the loveliest creature I ever
saw.“

“There I agree, “ said Bickley decidedly, “and as brilliant as she is

lovely. If she belongs to a past civilisation, it is a pity that it ever
became extinct. Now let’s go and have a nap. Bastin will call us
when supper is ready. “

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Chapter XIV

The Under-world

That night we slept well and without fear, being quite certain that
after their previous experience the Orofenans would make no further
attempts upon us. Indeed our only anxiety was for Tommy, whom
we could not find when the time came to give him his supper.
Bastin, however, seemed to remember having seen him following the
Glittering Lady into the cave. This, of course, was possible, as
certainly he had taken an enormous fancy to her and sat himself
down as close to her as he could on every occasion. He even seemed
to like the ancient Oro, and was not afraid to jump up and plant his
dirty paws upon that terrific person’s gorgeous robe. Moreover Oro
liked him, for several times I observed him pat the dog upon the
head; as I think I have said, the only human touch that I had
perceived about him. So we gave up searching and calling in the
hope that he was safe with our supernatural friends.

The next morning quite early the Lady Yva appeared alone; no, not
alone, for with her came our lost Tommy looking extremely spry and
well at ease. The faithless little wretch just greeted us in a casual
fashion and then went and sat by Yva. In fact when the awkward
Bastin managed to stumble over the end of her dress Tommy
growled at him and showed his teeth. Moreover the dog was
changed. He was blessed with a shiny black coat, but now this coat
sparkled in the sunlight, like the Lady Yva’s hair.

“The Glittering Lady is all very well, but I’m not sure that I care for a
glittering dog. It doesn’t look quite natural, “ said Bastin,
contemplating him.

“Why does Tommy shine, Lady? “ I asked.

“Because I washed him in certain waters that we have, so that now

he looks beautiful and smells sweet, “ she answered, laughing.

It was true, the dog did smell sweet, which I may add had not
always been the case with him, especially when there were dead fish
about. Also he appeared to have been fed, for he turned up his nose
at the bits we had saved for his breakfast.

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“He has drunk of the Life-water, “ explained Yva, “and will want no
food for two days. “

Bickley pricked up his ears at this statement and looked incredulous.

“You do not believe, O Bickley, “ she said, studying him gravely.

“Indeed, you believe nothing. You think my father and I tell you
many lies. Bastin there, he believes all. Humphrey? He is not sure; he
thinks to himself, I will wait and find out whether or no these funny
people cheat me. “

Bickley coloured and made some remark about things which were
contrary to experience, also that Tommy in a general way was rather
a greedy little dog.

“You, too, like to eat, Bickley” (this was true, he had an excellent
appetite), “but when you have drunk the Life-water you will care
much less. “

“I am glad to hear it, “ interrupted Bastin, “for Bickley wants a lot of

cooking done, and I find it tedious. “

“You eat also, Lady, “ said Bickley.

“Yes, I eat sometimes because I like it, but I can go weeks and not
eat, when I have the Life-water. Just now, after so long a sleep, I am
hungry. Please give me some of that fruit. No, not the flesh, flesh I
hate. “

We handed it to her. She took two plantains, peeled and ate them
with extraordinary grace. Indeed she reminded me, I do not know
why, of some lovely butterfly drawing its food from a flower.

While she ate she observed us closely; nothing seemed to escape the
quick glances of those beautiful eyes. Presently she said:

“What, O Humphrey, is that with which you fasten your neckdress?

“ and she pointed to the little gold statue of Osiris that I used as a
pin.

I told her that it was a statuette of a god named Osiris and very, very
ancient, probably quite five thousand years old, a statement at which
she smiled a little; also that it came from Egypt.

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“Ah! “ she answered, “is it so? I asked because we have figures that
are very like to that one, and they also hold in their hands a staff
surmounted by a loop. They are figures of Sleep’s brother—Death. “

“So is this, “ I said. “Among the Egyptians Osiris was the god of
Death. “

She nodded and replied that doubtless the symbol had come down
to them.

“One day you shall take me to see this land which you call so very
old. Or I will take you, which would be quicker, “ she added.

We all bowed and said we should be delighted. Even Bastin

appeared anxious to revisit Egypt in such company, though when he
was there it seemed to bore him. But what she meant about taking us
I could not guess. Nor had we time to ask her, for she went on,
watching our faces as she spoke.

“The Lord Oro sends you a message, Strangers. He asks whether it is

your wish to see where we dwell. He adds that you are not to come
if you do not desire, or if you fear danger. “

We all answered that there was nothing we should like better, but
Bastin added that he had already seen the tomb.

“Do you think, Bastin, that we live in a tomb because we slept there
for a while, awaiting the advent of you wanderers at the appointed
hour? “

“I don’t see where else it could be, unless it is further down that
cave, “ said Bastin. “The top of the mountain would not be
convenient as a residence. “

“It has not been convenient for many an age, for reasons that I will
show you. Think now, before you come. You have naught to fear
from us, and I believe that no harm will happen to you. But you will
see many strange things that will anger Bickley because he cannot
understand them, and perhaps will weary Bastin because his heart
turns from what is wondrous and ancient. Only Humphrey will
rejoice in them because the doors of his soul are open and he longs—
what do you long for, Humphrey? “

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“That which I have lost and fear I shall never find again, “ I
answered boldly.

“I know that you have lost many things—last night, for instance, you
lost Tommy, and when he slept with me he told me much about you
and—others. “

“This is ridiculous, “ broke in Bastin. “Can a dog talk? “

“Everything can talk, if you understand its language, Bastin. But

keep a good heart, Humphrey, for the bold seeker finds in the end.
Oh! foolish man, do you not understand that all is yours if you have
but the soul to conceive and the will to grasp? All, all, below,
between, above! Even I know that, I who have so much to learn. “

So she spoke and became suddenly magnificent. Her face which had
been but that of a super-lovely woman, took on grandeur. Her
bosom swelled; her presence radiated some subtle power, much as
her hair radiated light.

In a moment it was gone and she was smiling and jesting.

“Will you come, Strangers, where Tommy was not afraid to go,
down to the Under-world? Or will you stay here in the sun? Perhaps
you will do better to stay here in the sun, for the Under-world has
terrors for weak hearts that were born but yesterday, and feeble feet
may stumble in the dark. “

“I shall take my electric torch, “ said Bastin with decision, “and I

advise you fellows to do the same. I always hated cellars, and the
catacombs at Rome are worse, though full of sacred interest. “

Then we started, Tommy frisking on ahead in a most provoking way

as though he were bored by a visit to a strange house and going
home, and Yva gliding forward with a smile upon her face that was
half mystic and half mischievous. We passed the remains of the
machines, and Bickley asked her what they were.

“Carriages in which once we travelled through the skies, until we

found a better way, and that the uninstructed used till the end, “ she
answered carelessly, leaving me wondering what on earth she
meant.

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We came to the statue and the sepulchre beneath without trouble, for
the glint of her hair, and I may add of Tommy’s back, were quite
sufficient to guide us through the gloom. The crystal coffins were
still there, for Bastin flashed his torch and we saw them, but the
boxes of radium had gone.

“Let that light die, “ she said to Bastin. “Humphrey, give me your
right hand and give your left to Bickley. Let Bastin cling to him and
fear nothing. “

We passed to the end of the tomb and stood against what appeared
to be a rock wall, all close together, as she directed.

“Fear nothing, “ she said again, but next second I was never more
full of fear in my life, for we were whirling downwards at a speed
that would have made an American elevator attendant turn pale.

“Don’t choke me, “ I heard Bickley say to Bastin, and the latter’s
murmured reply of:

“I never could bear these moving staircases and tubelifts. They

always make me feel sick. “

I admit that for my part I also felt rather sick and clung tightly to the
hand of the Glittering Lady. She, however, placed her other hand
upon my shoulder, saying in a low voice:

“Did I not tell you to have no fear? “

Then I felt comforted, for somehow I knew that it was not her desire
to harm and much less to destroy me. Also Tommy was seated quite
at his ease with his head resting against my leg, and his absence of
alarm was reassuring. The only stoic of the party was Bickley. I have
no doubt that he was quite as frightened as we were, but rather than
show it he would have died.

“I presume this machinery is pneumatic, “ he began when suddenly

and without shock, we arrived at the end of our journey. How far we
had fallen I am sure I do not know, but I should judge from the
awful speed at which we travelled, that it must have been several
thousand feet, probably four or five.

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“Everything seems steady now, “ remarked Bastin, “so I suppose

this luggage lift has stopped. The odd thing is that I can’t see
anything of it. There ought to be a shaft, but we seem to be standing
on a level floor. “

“The odd thing is, “ said Bickley, “that we can see at all. Where the
devil does the light come from thousands of feet underground? “

“I don’t know, “ answered Bastin, “unless there is natural gas here,

as I am told there is at a town called Medicine Hat in Canada. “

“Natural gas be blowed, “ said Bickley. “It is more like moonlight

magnified ten times. “

So it was. The whole place was filled with a soft radiance, equal to
that of the sun at noon, but gentler and without heat.

“Where does it come from? “ I whispered to Yva.

“Oh! “ she replied, as I thought evasively. “It is the light of the

Under-world which we know how to use. The earth is full of light,
which is not wonderful, is it, seeing that its heart is fire? Now look
about you. “

I looked and leant on her harder than ever, since amazement made
me weak. We were in some vast place whereof the roof seemed
almost as far off as the sky at night. At least all that I could make out
was a dim and distant arch which might have been one of cloud. For
the rest, in every direction stretched vastness, illuminated far as the
eye could reach by the soft light of which I have spoken, that is,
probably for several miles. But this vastness was not empty. On the
contrary it was occupied by a great city. There were streets much
wider than Piccadilly, all bordered by houses, though these, I
observed, were roofless, very fine houses, some of them, built of
white stone or marble. There were roadways and pavements worn
by the passage of feet. There, farther on, were market-places or
public squares, and there, lastly, was a huge central enclosure one or
two hundred acres in extent, which was filled with majestic
buildings that looked like palaces, or town-halls; and, in the midst of
them all, a vast temple with courts and a central dome. For here,
notwithstanding the lack of necessity, its builders seemed to have
adhered to the Over-world tradition, and had roofed their fane.

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And now came the terror. All of this enormous city was dead. Had it
stood upon the moon it could not have been more dead. None paced
its streets; none looked from its window-places. None trafficked in
its markets, none worshipped in its temple. Swept, garnished,
lighted, practically untouched by the hand of Time, here where no
rains fell and no winds blew, it was yet a howling wilderness. For
what wilderness is there to equal that which once has been the busy
haunt of men? Let those who have stood among the buried cities of
Central Asia, or of Anarajapura in Ceylon, or even amid the ruins of
Salamis on the coast of Cyprus, answer the question. But here was
something infinitely more awful. A huge human haunt in the bowels
of the earth utterly devoid of human beings, and yet as perfect as on
the day when these ceased to be.

“I do not care for underground localities, “ remarked Bastin, his

gruff voice echoing strangely in that terrible silence, “but it does
seem a pity that all these fine buildings should be wasted. I suppose
their inhabitants left them in search of fresh air. “

“Why did they leave them? “ I asked of Yva.

“Because death took them, “ she answered solemnly. “Even those

who live a thousand years die at last, and if they have no children,
with them dies the race. “

“Then were you the last of your people? “ I asked.

“Inquire of my father, “ she replied, and led the way through the
massive arch of a great building.

It led into a walled courtyard in the centre of which was a plain

cupola of marble with a gate of some pale metal that looked like
platinum mixed with gold. This gate stood open. Within it was the
statue of a woman beautifully executed in white marble and set in a
niche of some black stone. The figure was draped as though to
conceal the shape, and the face was stern and majestic rather than
beautiful. The eyes of the statue were cunningly made of some
enamel which gave them a strange and lifelike appearance. They
stared upwards as though looking away from the earth and its
concerns. The arms were outstretched. In the right hand was a cup of
black marble, in the left a similar cup of white marble. From each of
these cups trickled a thin stream of sparkling water, which two
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the cups. Then they fell into a metal basin which, although it must
have been quite a foot thick, was cut right through by their constant
impact, and apparently vanished down some pipe beneath. Out of
this metal basin Tommy, who gambolled into the place ahead of us,
began to drink in a greedy and demonstrative fashion.

“The Life-water? “ I said, looking at our guide.

She nodded and asked in her turn:

“What is the statue and what does it signify, Humphrey? “

I hesitated, but Bastin answered:

“Just a rather ugly woman who hid up her figure because it was bad.
Probably she was a relation of the artist who wished to have her
likeness done and sat for nothing. “

“The goddess of Health, “ suggested Bickley. “Her proportions are

perfect; a robust, a thoroughly normal woman. “

“Now, Humphrey, “ said Yva.

I stared at the work and had not an idea. Then it flashed on me with
such suddenness and certainity that I am convinced the answer to
the riddle was passed to me from her and did not originate in my
own mind.

“It seems quite easy, “ I said in a superior tone. “The figure

symbolises Life and is draped because we only see the face of Life,
the rest is hidden. The arms are bare because Life is real and active.
One cup is black and one is white because Life brings both good and
evil gifts; that is why the streams mingle, to be lost beneath in the
darkness of death. The features are stern and even terrifying rather
than lovely, because such is the aspect of Life. The eyes look upward
and far away from present things, because the real life is not here. “

“Of course one may say anything, “ said Bastin, “but I don’t
understand all that. “

“Imagination goes a long way, “ broke in Bickley, who was vexed

that he had not thought of this interpretation himself. But Yva said:

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“I begin to think that you are quite clever, Humphrey. I wonder

whence the truth came to you, for such is the meaning of the figure
and the cups. Had I told it to you myself, it could not have been
better said, “ and she glanced at me out of the corners of her eyes.
“Now, Strangers, will you drink? Once that gate was guarded, and
only at a great price or as a great reward were certain of the Highest
Blood given the freedom of this fountain which might touch no
common lips. Indeed it was one of the causes of our last war, for all
the world which was, desired this water which now is lapped by a
stranger’s hound. “

“I suppose there is nothing medicinal in it? “ said Bastin. “Once

when I was very thirsty, I made a mistake and drank three tumblers
of something of the sort in the dark, thinking that it was Apollinaris,
and I don’t want to do it again. “

“Just the sort of thing you would do, “ said Bickley. “But, Lady Yva,
what are the properties of this water? “

“It is very health-giving, “ she answered, “and if drunk continually,

not less than once each thirty days, it wards off sickness, lessens
hunger and postpones death for many, many years. That is why
those of the High Blood endured so long and became the rulers of
the world, and that, as I have said, is the greatest of the reasons why
the peoples who dwelt in the ancient outer countries and never
wished to die, made war upon them, to win this secret fountain.
Have no fear, O Bastin, for see, I will pledge you in this water. “

Then she lifted a strange-looking, shallow, metal cup whereof the

handles were formed of twisted serpents, that lay in the basin, filled
it from the trickling stream, bowed to us and drank. But as she drank
I noted with a thrill of joy that her eyes were fixed on mine as though
it were me she pledged and me alone. Again she filled the cup with
the sparkling water, for it did sparkle, like that French liqueur in
which are mingled little flakes of gold, and handed it to me.

I bowed to her and drank. I suppose the fluid was water, but to me it
tasted more like strong champagne, dashed with Chateau Yquem. It
was delicious. More, its effects were distinctly peculiar. Something
quick and subtle ran through my veins; something that for a few
moments seemed to burn away the obscureness which blurs our
thought. I began to understand several problems that had puzzled
me, and then lost their explanations in the midst of light, inner light,

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I mean. Moreover, of a sudden it seemed to me as though a window

had been opened in the heart of that Glittering Lady who stood
beside me. At least I knew that it was full of wonderful knowledge,
wonderful memories and wonderful hopes, and that in the latter two
of these I had some part; what part I could not tell. Also I knew that
my heart was open to her and that she saw in it something which
caused her to marvel and to sigh.

In a few seconds, thirty perhaps, all this was gone. Nothing

remained except that I felt extremely strong and well, happier, too,
than I had been for years. Mutely I asked her for more of the water,
but she shook her head and, taking the cup from me, filled it again
and gave it to Bickley, who drank. He flushed, seemed to lose the
self-control which was his very strong characteristic, and said in a
rather thick voice:

“Curious! but I do not think at this moment there is any operation

that has ever been attempted which I could not tackle single-handed
and with success. “

Then he was silent, and Bastin’s turn came. He drank rather noisily,
after his fashion, and began:

“My dear young lady, I think the time has come when I should
expound to you—” Here he broke off and commenced singing very
badly, for his voice was somewhat raucous:

From Greenland’s icy mountains,

From India’s coral strand,

Where Afric’s sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand.

Ceasing from melody, he added:

“I determined that I would drink nothing intoxicating while I was on

this island that I might be a shining light in a dark place, and now I
fear that quite unwittingly I have broken what I look upon as a
promise. “

Then he, too, grew silent.

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“Come, “ said Yva, “my father, the Lord Oro, awaits you. “

We crossed the court of the Water of Life and mounted steps that led
to a wide and impressive portico, Tommy frisking ahead of us in a
most excited way for a dog of his experience. Evidently the water
had produced its effect upon him as well as upon his masters. This
portico was in a solemn style of architecture which I cannot describe,
because it differed from any other that I know. It was not Egyptian
and not Greek, although its solidity reminded me of the former, and
the beauty and grace of some of the columns, of the latter. The
profuseness and rather grotesque character of the carvings suggested
the ruins of Mexico and Yucatan, and the enormous size of the
blocks of stone, those of Peru and Baalbec. In short, all the known
forms of ancient architecture might have found their inspiration
here, and the general effect was tremendous.

“The palace of the King, “ said Yva, “whereof we approach the great
hall. “

We entered through mighty metal doors, one of which stood ajar,

into a vestibule which from certain indications I gathered had once
been a guard, or perhaps an assembly-room. It was about forty feet
deep by a hundred wide. Thence she led us through a smaller door
into the hall itself. It was a vast place without columns, for there was
no roof to support. The walls of marble or limestone were sculptured
like those of Egyptian temples, apparently with battle scenes, though
of this I am not sure for I did not go near to them. Except for a broad
avenue along the middle, up which we walked, the area was filled
with marble benches that would, I presume, have accommodated
several thousand people. But they were empty—empty, and oh! the
loneliness of it all.

Far away at the head of the hall was a dais enclosed, and, as it were,
roofed in by a towering structure that mingled grace and majesty to
a wonderful degree. It was modelled on the pattern of a huge shell.
The base of the shell was the platform; behind were the ribs, and
above, the overhanging lip of the shell. On this platform was a
throne of silvery metal. It was supported on the arched coils of
snakes, whereof the tails formed the back and the heads the arms of
the throne.

On this throne, arrayed in gorgeous robes, sat the Lord Oro, his
white beard flowing over them, and a jewelled cap upon his head. In

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front of him was a low table on which lay graven sheets of metal,
and among them a large ball of crystal.

There he sat, solemn and silent in the midst of this awful solitude,
looking in very truth like a god, as we conceive such a being to
appear. Small as he was in that huge expanse of buildings, he
seemed yet to dominate it, in a sense to fill the emptiness which was
accentuated by his presence. I know that the sight of him filled me
with true fear which it had never done in the light of day, not even
when he arose from his crystal coffin. Now for the first time I felt as
though I were really in the presence of a Being Supernatural.
Doubtless the surroundings heightened this impression. What were
these mighty edifices in the bowels of the world? Whence came this
wondrous, all-pervading and translucent light, whereof we could see
no origin? Whither had vanished those who had reared and
inhabited them? How did it happen that of them all, this man, if he
were a man; and this lovely woman at my side, who, if I might trust
my senses and instincts, was certainly a woman, alone survived of
their departed multitudes?

The thing was crushing. I looked at Bickley for encouragement, but

got none, for he only shook his head. Even Bastin, now that the first
effects of the Life-water had departed, seemed overwhelmed, and
muttered something about the halls of Hades.

Only the little dog Tommy remained quite cheerful. He trotted down
the hall, jumped on to the dais and sat himself comfortably at the feet
of its occupant.

“I greet you, “ Oro said in his slow, resonant voice. “Daughter, lead
these strangers to me; I would speak with them. “

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Chapter XV

Oro in His House

We climbed on to the dais by some marble steps, and sat ourselves

down in four curious chairs of metal that were more or less copied
from that which served Oro as a throne; at least the arms ended in
graven heads of snakes. These chairs were so comfortable that I
concluded the seats were fixed on springs, also we noticed that they
were beautifully polished.

“I wonder how they keep everything so clean, “ said Bastin as we

mounted the dais. “In this big place it must take a lot of housemaids,
though I don’t see any. But perhaps there is no dust here. “

I shrugged my shoulders while we seated ourselves, the Lady Yva

and I on Oro’s right, Bickley and Bastin on his left, as he indicated by
pointing with his finger.

“What say you of this city? “ Oro asked after a while of me.

“We do not know what to say, “ I replied. “It amazes us. In our
world there is nothing like to it. “

“Perchance there will be in the future when the nations grow more
skilled in the arts of war, “ said Oro darkly.

“Be pleased, Lord Oro, “ I went on, “if it is your will, to tell us why
the people who built this place chose to live in the bowels of the
earth instead of upon its surface. “

“They did not choose; it was forced upon them, “ was the answer.
“This is a city of refuge that they occupied in time of war, not
because they hated the sun. In time of peace and before the
Barbarians dared to attack them, they dwelt in the city Pani which
signifies Above. You may have noted some of its remaining ruins on
the mount and throughout the island. The rest of them are now
beneath the sea. But when trouble came and the foe rained fire on
them from the air, they retreated to this town, Nyo, which signifies
Beneath. “

“And then? “

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“And then they died. The Water of Life may prolong life, but it
cannot make women bear children. That they will only do beneath
the blue of heaven, not deep in the belly of the world where Nature
never designed that they should dwell. How would the voices of
children sound in such halls as these? Tell me, you, Bickley, who are
a physician. “

“I cannot. I cannot imagine children in such a place, and if born here

they would die, “ said Bickley.

Oro nodded.

“They did die, and if they went above to Pani they were murdered.
So soon the habit of birth was lost and the Sons of Wisdom perished
one by one. Yes, they who ruled the world and by tens of thousands
of years of toil had gathered into their bosoms all the secrets of the
world, perished, till only a few, and among them I and this daughter
of mine, were left. “

“And then? “

“Then, Humphrey, having power so to do, I did what long I had

threatened, and unchained the forces that work at the world’s heart,
and destroyed them who were my enemies and evil, so that they
perished by millions, and with them all their works. Afterwards we
slept, leaving the others, our subjects who had not the secret of this
Sleep, to die, as doubtless they did in the course of Nature or by the
hand of the foe. The rest you know. “

“Can such a thing happen again? “ asked Bickley in a voice that did
not hide his disbelief.

“Why do you question me, Bickley, you who believe nothing of what
I tell you, and therefore make wrath? Still I will say this, that what I
caused to happen I can cause once more—only once, I think—as
perchance you shall learn before all is done. Now, since you do not
believe, I will tell you no more of our mysteries, no, not whence this
light comes nor what are the properties of the Water of Life, both of
which you long to know, nor how to preserve the vital spark of
Being in the grave of dreamless sleep, like a live jewel in a casket of
dead stone, nor aught else. As to these matters, Daughter, I bid you
also to be silent, since Bickley mocks at us. Yes, with all this around
him, he who saw us rise from the coffins, still mocks at us in his

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heart. Therefore let him, this little man of a little day, when his few
years are done go to the tomb in ignorance, and his companions with
him, they who might have been as wise as I am. “

Thus Oro spoke in a voice of icy rage, his deep eyes glowing like
coals. Hearing him I cursed Bickley in my heart for I was sure that
once spoken, his decree was like to that of the Medes and Persians
and could not be altered. Bickley, however, was not in the least
dismayed. Indeed he argued the point. He told Oro straight out that
he would not believe in the impossible until it had been shown to
him to be possible, and that the law of Nature never had been and
never could be violated. It was no answer, he said, to show him
wonders without explaining their cause, since all that he seemed to
see might be but mental illusions produced he knew not how.

Oro listened patiently, then answered:

“Good. So be it, they are illusions. I am an illusion; those savages

who died upon the rock will tell you so. This fair woman before you
is an illusion; Humphrey, I am sure, knows it as you will also before
you have done with her. These halls are illusions. Live on in your
illusions, O little man of science, who because you see the face of
things, think that you know the body and the heart, and can read the
soul at work within. You are a worthy child of tens of thousands of
your breed who were before you and are now forgotten. “

Bickley looked up to answer, then changed his mind and was silent,
thinking further argument dangerous, and Oro went on:

“Now I differ from you, Bickley, in this way. I who have more
wisdom in my finger-point than you with all the physicians of your
world added to you, have in your brains and bodies, yet desire to
learn from those who can give me knowledge. I understand from
your words to my daughter that you, Bastin, teach a faith that is new
to me, and that this faith tells of life eternal for the children of earth.
Is it so? “

“It is, “ said Bastin eagerly. “I will set out—”

Oro cut him short with a wave of the hand.

“Not now in the presence of Bickley who doubtless disbelieves your

faith, as he does all else, holding it with justice or without, to be but

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another illusion. Yet you shall teach me and on it I will form my own
judgment. “

“I shall be delighted, “ said Bastin. Then a doubt struck him, and he

added: “But why do you wish to learn? Not that you may make a
mock of my religion, is it? “

“I mock at no man’s belief, because I think that what men believe is

true—for them. I will tell you why I wish to hear of yours, since I
never hide the truth. I who am so wise and old, yet must die; though
that time may be far away, still I must die, for such is the lot of man
born of woman. And I do not desire to die. Therefore I shall rejoice to
learn of any faith that promises to the children of earth a life eternal
beyond the earth. Tomorrow you shall begin to teach me. Now leave
me, Strangers, for I have much to do, “ and he waved his hand
towards the table.

We rose and bowed, wondering what he could have to do down in

this luminous hole, he who had been for so many thousands of years
out of touch with the world. It occurred to me, however, that during
this long period he might have got in touch with other worlds,
indeed he looked like it.

“Wait, “ he said, “I have something to tell you. I have been studying

this book of writings, or world pictures, “ and he pointed to my atlas
which, as I now observed for the first time, was also lying upon the
table. “It interests me much. Your country is small, very small. When
I caused it to be raised up I think that it was larger, but since then
that seas have flowed in. “

Here Bickley groaned aloud.

“This one is much greater, “ went on Oro, casting a glance at Bickley

that must have penetrated him like a searchlight. Then he opened the
map of Europe and with his finger indicated Germany and Austria-
Hungary. “I know nothing of the peoples of these lands, “ he added,
“but as you belong to one of them and are my guests, I trust that
yours may succeed in the war. “

“What war? “ we asked with one voice.

“Since Bickley is so clever, surely he should know better than an

illusion such as I. All I can tell you is that I have learned that there is

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war between this country and that, “ and he pointed to Great Britain
and to Germany upon the map; “also between others. “

“It is quite possible, “ I said, remembering many things. “But how do

you know? “

“If I told you, Humphrey, Bickley would not believe, so I will not
tell. Perhaps I saw it in that crystal, as did the necromancers of the
early world. Or perhaps the crystal serves some different purpose
and I saw it otherwise—with my soul. At least what I say is true. “

“Then who will win? “ asked Bastin.

“I cannot read the future, Preacher. If I could, should I ask you to

expound to me your religion which probably is of no more worth
than a score of others I have studied, just because it tells of the
future? If I could read the future I should be a god instead of only an
earth-lord. “

“Your daughter called you a god and you said that you knew we
were coming to wake you up, which is reading the future, “
answered Bastin.

“Every father is a god to his daughter, or should be; also in my day

millions named me a god because I saw further and struck harder
than they could. As for the rest, it came to me in a vision. Oh!
Bickley, if you were wiser than you think you are, you would know
that all things to come are born elsewhere and travel hither like the
light from stars. Sometimes they come faster before their day into a
single mind, and that is what men call prophecy. But this is a gift
which cannot be commanded, even by me. Also I did not know that
you would come. I knew only that we should awaken and by the
help of men, for if none had been present at that destined hour we
must have died for lack of warmth and sustenance. “

“I deny your hypothesis in toto, “ exclaimed Bickley, but nobody

paid any attention to him.

“My father, “ said Yva, rising and bowing before him with her swan-
like grace, “I have noted your commands. But do you permit that I
show the temple to these strangers, also something of our past? “

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“Yes, yes, “ he said. “It will save much talk in a savage tongue that is
difficult to me. But bring them here no more without my command,
save Bastin only. When the sun is four hours high in the upper
world, let him come tomorrow to teach me, and afterwards if so I
desire. Or if he wills, he can sleep here. “

“I think I would rather not, “ said Bastin hurriedly. “I make no

pretense to being particular, but this place does not appeal to me as a
bedroom. There are degrees in the pleasures of solitude and, in short,
I will not disturb your privacy at night. “

Oro waved his hand and we departed down that awful and most
dreary hall.

“I hope you will spend a pleasant time here, Bastin, “ I said, looking
back from the doorway at its cold, illuminated vastness.

“I don’t expect to, “ he answered, “but duty is duty, and if I can drag
that old sinner back from the pit that awaits him, it will be worth
doing. Only I have my doubts about him. To me he seems to bear a
strong family resemblance to Beelzebub, and he’s a bad companion
week in and week out. “

We went through the portico, Yva leading us, and passed the
fountain of Life-water, of which she cautioned us to drink no more at
present, and to prevent him from doing so, dragged Tommy past it
by his collar. Bickley, however, lingered under the pretence of
making a further examination of the statue. As I had seen him
emptying into his pocket the contents of a corked bottle of quinine
tabloids which he always carried with him, I guessed very well that
his object was to procure a sample of this water for future analysis.
Of course I said nothing, and Yva and Bastin took no note of what he
was doing.

When we were clear of the palace, of which we had only seen one
hall, we walked across an open space made unutterably dreary by
the absence of any vegetation or other sign of life, towards a huge
building of glorious proportions that was constructed of black stone
or marble. It is impossible for me to give any idea of the frightful
solemnity of this doomed edifice, for as I think I have said, it alone
had a roof, standing there in the midst of that brilliant, unvarying
and most unnatural illumination which came from nowhere and yet
was everywhere. Thus, when one lifted a foot, there it was between

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the sole of the boot and the floor, or to express it better, the boot
threw no shadow. I think this absence of shadows was perhaps the
most terrifying circumstance connected with that universal and
pervading light. Through it we walked on to the temple. We passed
three courts, pillared all of them, and came to the building which
was larger than St. Paul’s in London. We entered through huge
doors which still stood open, and presently found ourselves beneath
the towering dome. There were no windows, why should there be in
a place that was full of light? There was no ornamentation, there was
nothing except black walls. And yet the general effect was
magnificent in its majestic grace.

“In this place, “ said Yva, and her sweet voice went whispering
round the walls and the arching dome, “were buried the Kings of the
Sons of Wisdom. They lie beneath, each in his sepulchre. Its entrance
is yonder, “ and she pointed to what seemed to be a chapel on the
right. “Would you wish to see them? “

“Somehow I don’t care to, “ said Bastin. “The place is dreary enough
as it is without the company of a lot of dead kings. “

“I should like to dissect one of them, but I suppose that would not be
allowed, “ said Bickley.

“No, “ she answered. “I think that the Lord Oro would not wish you
to cut up his forefathers. “

“When you and he went to sleep, why did you not choose the family
vault? “ asked Bastin.

“Would you have found us there? “ she queried by way of answer.

Then, understanding that the invitation was refused by general
consent, though personally I should have liked to accept it, and have
never ceased regretting that I did not, she moved towards a colossal
object which stood beneath the centre of the dome.

On a stepped base, not very different from that in the cave but much
larger, sat a figure, draped in a cloak on which was graved a number
of stars, doubtless to symbolise the heavens. The fastening of the
cloak was shaped like the crescent moon, and the foot-stool on which
rested the figure’s feet was fashioned to suggest the orb of the sun.
This was of gold or some such metal, the only spot of brightness in
all that temple. It was impossible to say whether the figure were

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male or female, for the cloak falling in long, straight folds hid its
outlines. Nor did the head tell us, for the hair also was hidden
beneath the mantle and the face might have been that of either man
or woman. It was terrible in its solemnity and calm, and its
expression was as remote and mystic as that of Buddha, only more
stern. Also without doubt it was blind; it was impossible to mistake
the sightlessness of those staring orbs. Across the knees lay a naked
sword and beneath the cloak the arms were hidden. In its complete
simplicity the thing was marvelous.

On either side upon the pedestal knelt a figure of the size of life. One
was an old and withered man with death stamped upon his face; the
other was a beautiful, naked woman, her hands clasped in the
attitude of prayer and with vague terror written on her vivid
features.

Such was this glorious group of which the meaning could not be
mistaken. It was Fate throned upon the sun, wearing the
constellations as his garment, armed with the sword of Destiny and
worshipped by Life and Death. This interpretation I set out to the
others.

Yva knelt before the statue for a little while, bowing her head in
prayer, and really I felt inclined to follow her example, though in the
end I compromised, as did Bickley, by taking off my hat, which, like
the others, I still wore from force of habit, though in this place none
were needed. Only Bastin remained covered.

“Behold the god of my people, “ said Yva. “Have you no reverence

for it, O Bastin? “

“Not much, “ he answered, “except as a work of art. You see I

worship Fate’s Master. I might add that your god doesn’t seem to
have done much for you, Lady Yva, as out of all your greatness
there’s nothing left but two people and a lot of old walls and caves. “

At first she was inclined to be angry, for I saw her start. Then her
mood changed, and she said with a sigh:

“Fate’s Master! Where does He dwell? “

“Here amongst other places, “ said Bastin. “I’ll soon explain that to
you. “

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“I thank you, “ she replied gravely. “But why have you not
explained it to Bickley? “ Then waving her hand to show that she
wished for no answer, she went on:

“Friends, would you wish to learn something of the history of my

people? “

“Very much, “ said the irrepressible Bastin, “but I would rather the
lecture took place in the open air. “

“That is not possible, “ she answered. “It must be here and now, or
not at all. Come, stand by me. Be silent and do not move. I am about
to set loose forces that are dangerous if disturbed. “

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Chapter XVI

Visions of the Past

She led us to the back of the statue and pointed to each of us where
we should remain. Then she took her place at right angles to us, as a
showman might do, and for a while stood immovable. Watching her
face, once more I saw it, and indeed all her body, informed with that
strange air of power, and noted that her eyes flashed and that her
hair grew even more brilliant than was common, as though some
abnormal strength were flowing through it and her. Presently she
spoke, saying:

“I shall show you first our people in the day of their glory. Look in
front of you. “

We looked and by degrees the vast space of the apse before us

became alive with forms. At first these were vague and shadowy, not
to be separated or distinguished. Then they became so real that until
he was reproved by a kick, Tommy growled at them and threatened
to break out into one of his peals of barking.

A wonderful scene appeared. There was a palace of white marble

and in front of it a great courtyard upon which the sun beat vividly.
At the foot of the steps of the palace, beneath a silken awning, sat a
king enthroned, a crown upon his head and wearing glorious robes.
In his hand was a jewelled sceptre. He was a noble-looking man of
middle age and about him were gathered the glittering officers of his
court. Fair women fanned him and to right and left, but a little
behind, sat other fair and jewelled women who, I suppose, were his
wives or daughters.

“One of the Kings of the Children of Wisdom new-crowned, receives

the homage of the world, “ said Yva.

As she spoke there appeared, walking in front of the throne one by

one, other kings, for all were crowned and bore sceptres. At the foot
of the throne each of them kneeled and kissed the foot of him who
sat thereon, as he did so laying down his sceptre which at a sign he
lifted again and passed away. Of these kings there must have been
quite fifty, men of all colours and of various types, white men, black
men, yellow men, red men.

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Then came their ministers bearing gifts, apparently of gold and

jewels, which were piled on trays in front of the throne. I remember
noting an incident. An old fellow with a lame leg stumbled and
upset his tray, so that the contents rolled hither and thither. His
attempts to recover them were ludicrous and caused the monarch on
the throne to relax from his dignity and smile. I mention this to show
that what we witnessed was no set scene but apparently a living
piece of the past. Had it been so the absurdity of the bedizened old
man tumbling down in the midst of the gorgeous pageant would
certainly have been omitted.

No, it must be life, real life, something that had happened, and the
same may be said of what followed. For instance, there was what we
call a review. Infantry marched, some of them armed with swords
and spears, though these I took to be an ornamental bodyguard, and
others with tubes like savage blowpipes of which I could not guess
the use. There were no cannon, but carriages came by loaded with
bags that had spouts to them. Probably these were charged with
poisonous gases. There were some cavalry also, mounted on a
different stamp of horse from ours, thicker set and nearer the
ground, but with arched necks and fiery eyes and, I should say, very
strong. These again, I take it, were ornamental. Then came other men
upon a long machine, slung in pairs in armoured sacks, out of which
only their heads and arms projected. This machine, which resembled
an elongated bicycle, went by at a tremendous rate, though whence
its motive power came did not appear. It carried twenty pairs of
men, each of whom held in his hand some small but doubtless
deadly weapon, that in appearance resembled an orange. Other
similar machines which followed carried from forty to a hundred
pairs of men.

The marvel of the piece, however, were the aircraft. These came by in
great numbers. Sometimes they flew in flocks like wild geese,
sometimes singly, sometimes in line and sometimes in ordered
squadrons, with outpost and officer ships and an exact distance kept
between craft and craft. None of them seemed to be very large or to
carry more than four or five men, but they were extraordinarily swift
and as agile as swallows. Moreover they flew as birds do by beating
their wings, but again we could not guess whence came their motive
power.

The review vanished, and next appeared a scene of festivity in a

huge, illuminated hall. The Great King sat upon a dais and behind

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him was that statue of Fate, or one very similar to it, beneath which
we stood. Below him in the hall were the feasters seated at long
tables, clad in the various costumes of their countries. He rose and,
turning, knelt before the statue of Fate. Indeed he prostrated himself
thrice in prayer. Then taking his seat again, he lifted a cup of wine
and pledged that vast company. They drank back to him and
prostrated themselves before him as he had done before the image of
Fate. Only I noted that certain men clad in sacerdotal garments not at
all unlike those which are worn in the Greek Church to-day,
remained standing.

Now all this exhibition of terrestrial pomp faded. The next scene was
simple, that of the death-bed of this same king—we knew him by his
wizened features. There he lay, terribly old and dying. Physicians,
women, courtiers, all were there watching the end. The tableau
vanished and in place of it appeared that of the youthful successor
amidst cheering crowds, with joy breaking through the clouds of
simulated grief upon his face. It vanished also.

“Thus did great king succeed great king for ages upon ages, “ said
Yva. “There were eighty of them and the average of their reigns was
700 years. They ruled the earth as it was in those days. They
gathered up learning, they wielded power, their wealth was
boundless. They nurtured the arts, they discovered secrets. They had
intercourse with the stars; they were as gods. But like the gods they
grew jealous. They and their councillors became a race apart who
alone had the secret of long life. The rest of the world and the
commonplace people about them suffered and died. They of the
Household of Wisdom lived on in pomp for generations till the earth
was mad with envy of them.

“Fewer and fewer grew the divine race of the Sons of Wisdom since
children are not given to the aged and to those of an ancient,
outworn blood. Then the World said:

“‘They are great but they are not many; let us make an end of them
by numbers and take their place and power and drink of their Life-
water, that they will not give to us. If myriads of us perish by their
arts, what does it matter, since we are countless? ‘ So the World
made war upon the Sons of Wisdom. See! “

Again a picture formed. The sky was full of aircraft which rained
down fire like flashes of lightning upon cities beneath. From these

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cities leapt up other fires that destroyed the swift- travelling things
above, so that they fell in numbers like gnats burned by a lamp. Still
more and more of them came till the cities crumbled away and the
flashes that darted from them ceased to rush upwards. The Sons of
Wisdom were driven from the face of the earth.

Again the scene changed. Now it showed this subterranean hall in

which we stood. There was pomp here, yet it was but a shadow of
that which had been in the earlier days upon the face of the earth.
Courtiers moved about the palace and there were people in the
radiant streets and the houses, for most of them were occupied, but
rarely did the vision show children coming through their gates.

Of a sudden this scene shifted. Now we saw that same hall in which
we had visited Oro not an hour before. There he sat, yes, Oro
himself, upon the dais beneath the overhanging marble shell. Round
him were some ancient councillors. In the body of the hall on either
side of the dais were men in military array, guards without doubt
though their only weapon was a black rod not unlike a ruler, if
indeed it were a weapon and not a badge of office.

Yva, whose face had suddenly grown strange and fixed, began to
detail to us what was passing in this scene, in a curious monotone
such as a person might use who was repeating something learned by
heart. This was the substance of what she said:

“The case of the Sons of Wisdom is desperate. But few of them are
left. Like other men they need food which is hard to come by, since
the foe holds the upper earth and that which their doctors can make
here in the Shades does not satisfy them, even though they drink the
Life-water. They die and die. There comes an embassy from the High
King of the confederated Nations to talk of terms of peace. See, it
enters. “

As she spoke, up the hall advanced the embassy. At the head of it

walked a young man, tall, dark, handsome and commanding, whose
aspect seemed in some way to be familiar to me. He was richly
clothed in a purple cloak and wore upon his head a golden circlet
that suggested royal rank. Those who followed him were mostly old
men who had the astute faces of diplomatists, but a few seemed to be
generals. Yva continued in her monotonous voice:

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“Comes the son of the King of the confederated Nations, the Prince
who will be king. He bows before the Lord Oro. He says ‘Great and
Ancient Monarch of the divine blood, Heaven-born One, your strait,
and that of those who remain to you, is sore. Yet on behalf of the
Nations I am sent to offer terms of peace, but this I may only do in
the presence of your child who is your heiress and the Queen-to-be
of the Sons of Wisdom. ‘“

Here, in the picture, Oro waved his hand and from behind the
marble shell appeared Yva herself, gloriously apparelled, wearing
royal ornaments and with her train held by waiting ladies. She
bowed to the Prince and his company and they bowed back to her.
More, we saw a glance of recognition pass between her and the
Prince.

Now the real Yva by our side pointed to the shadow Yva of the
vision or the picture, whichever it might be called, a strange thing to
see her do, and went on:

“The daughter of the Lord Oro comes. The Prince of the Nations
salutes her. He says that the great war has endured for hundreds of
years between the Children of Wisdom fighting for absolute rule and
the common people of the earth fighting for liberty. In that war
many millions of the Sons of the Nations had perished, brought to
their death by fearful arts, by wizardries and by plagues sown
among them by the Sons of Wisdom. Yet they were winning, for the
glorious cities of the Sons of Wisdom were destroyed and those who
remained of them were driven to dwell in the caves of the earth
where with all their strength and magic they could not increase, but
faded like flowers in the dark.

“The Lord Oro asks what are the terms of peace proposed by the
Nations. The Prince answers that they are these: That the Sons of
Wisdom shall teach all their wisdom to the wise men among the
Nations. That they shall give them to drink of the Life-water, so that
their length of days also may be increased. That they shall cease to
destroy them by sickness and their mastery of the forces which are
hid in the womb of the world. If they will do these things, then the
Nations on their part will cease from war, will rebuild the cities they
have destroyed by means of their flying ships that rain down death,
and will agree that the Lord Oro and his seed shall rule them for
ever as the King of kings.

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“The Lord Oro asks if that be all. The Prince answers that it is not all.
He says that when he dwelt a hostage at the court of the Sons of
Wisdom he and the divine Lady, the daughter of the Lord Oro, and
his only living child, learned to love each other. He demands, and
the Nations demand, that she shall be given to him to wife, that in a
day to come he may rule with her and their children after them.

“See! “ went on Yva in her chanting, dreamy voice, “the Lord Oro
asks his daughter if this be true. She says, “ here the real Yva at my
side turned and looked me straight in the eyes, “that it is true; that
she loves the Prince of the Nations and that if she lives a million
years she will wed no other man, since she who is her father’s slave
in all else is still the mistress of herself, as has ever been the right of
her royal mothers.

“See again! The Lord Oro, the divine King, the Ancient, grows
wroth. He says that it is enough and more than enough that the
Barbarians should ask to eat of the bread of hidden learning and to
drink of the Life-water of the Sons of Wisdom, gifts that were given
to them of old by Heaven whence they sprang in the beginning. But
that one of them, however highly placed, should dare to ask to mix
his blood with that of the divine Lady, the Heiress, the Queen of the
Earth to be, and claim to share her imperial throne that had been
held by her pure race from age to age, was an insult that could only
be purged by death. Sooner would he give his daughter in marriage
to an ape than to a child of the Barbarians who had worked on them
so many woes and striven to break the golden fetters of their rule.

“Look again! “ continued Yva. “The Lord Oro, the divine, grows
angrier still” (which in truth he did, for never did I see such dreadful
rage as that which the picture revealed in him). “He warns, he
threatens. He says that hitherto out of gentle love and pity he has
held his hand; that he has strength at his command which will slay
them, not by millions in slow war, but by tens of millions at one
blow; that will blot them and their peoples from the face of earth and
that will cause the deep seas to roll where now their pleasant lands
are fruitful in the sun. They shrink before his fury; behold, their
knees tremble because they know that he has this power. He mocks
them, does the Lord Oro. He asks for their submission here and now,
and that in the name of the Nations they should take the great oath
which may not be broken, swearing to cease from war upon the Sons
of Wisdom and to obey them in all things to the ends of the earth.
Some of the ambassadors would yield. They look about them like

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wild things that are trapped. But madness takes the Prince. He cries
that the oath of an ape is of no account, but that he will tear up the
Children of Wisdom as an ape tears leaves, and afterwards take the
divine Lady to be his wife.

“Look on the Lord Oro! “ continued the living Yva, “his wrath leaves
him. He grows cold and smiles. His daughter throws herself upon
her knees and pleads with him. He thrusts her away. She would
spring to the side of the Prince; he commands his councillors to hold
her. She cries to the Prince that she loves him and him only, and that
in a day to come him she will wed and no other. He thanks her,
saying that as it is with her, so it is with him, and that because of his
love he fears nothing. She swoons. The Lord Oro motions with his
hand to the guard. They lift their death-rods. Fire leaps from them.
The Prince and his companions, all save those who were afraid and
would have sworn the oath, twist and writhe. They turn black; they
die. The Lord Oro commands those who are left to enter their flying
ships and bear to the Nations of the Earth tidings of what befalls
those who dare to defy and insult him; to warn them also to eat and
drink and be merry while they may, since for their wickedness they
are about to perish. “

The scene faded and there followed another which really I cannot
describe. It represented some vast underground place and what
appeared to be a huge mountain of iron clothed in light, literally a
thing like an alp, rocking and spinning down a declivity, which
farther on separated into two branches because of a huge razor-edge
precipice that rose between. There in the middle of this vast space
with the dazzling mountain whirling towards him, stood Oro
encased in some transparent armour, as though to keep off heat, and
with him his daughter who under his direction was handling
something in the rock behind her. Then there was a blinding flash
and everything vanished. All of this picture passed so swiftly that
we could not grasp its details; only a general impression remained.

“The Lord Oro, using the strength that is in the world whereof he
alone has the secret, changes the world’s balance causing that which
was land to become sea and that which was sea to become land, “
said Yva in her chanting, unnatural voice.

Another scene of stupendous and changing awfulness. Countries

were sinking, cities crashing down, volcanoes were spouting fire; the
end of the earth seemed to be at hand. We could see human beings

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running to and fro in thousands like ants. Then in huge waves

hundreds and hundreds of feet high, the ocean flowed in and all was
troubled, yeasty sea.

“Oro carries out his threat to destroy the Nations who had rebelled
against him, “ said Yva. “Much of the world sinks beneath the
waves, but in place of it other lands arise above the waves, to be
inhabited by the seed of those who remain living in those portions of
the Earth that the deluge spared. “

This horrible vision passed and was succeeded by one more, that of
Oro standing in the sepulchre of the cave by the side of the crystal
coffin which contained what appeared to be the body of his
daughter. He gazed at her, then drank some potion and laid himself
down in the companion coffin, that in which we had found him.

All vanished away and Yva, appearing to wake from some kind of
trance, smiled, and in her natural voice asked if we had seen enough.

“Quite, “ I answered in a tone that caused her to say:

“I wonder what you have seen, Humphrey. Myself I do not know,

since it is through me that you see at all and when you see I am in
you who see. “

“Indeed, “ I replied. “Well, I will tell you about it later. “

“Thank you so much, “ exclaimed Bastin, recovering suddenly from

his amazement. “I have heard a great deal of these moving-picture
shows which are becoming so popular, but have always avoided
attending them because their influence on the young is supposed to
be doubtful, and a priest must set a good example to his
congregation. Now I see that they can have a distinct educational
value, even if it is presented in the form of romance. “

“How is it done? “ asked Bickley, almost fiercely.

“I do not altogether know, “ she answered. “This I do know,

however, that everything which has happened on this world can be
seen from moment to moment at some point in the depths of space,
for thither the sun’s light takes it. There, too, it can be caught and
thence in an instant returned to earth again, to be reflected in the
mirror of the present by those who know how that mirror should be

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held. Ask me no more; one so wise as you, O Bickley, can solve such
problems for himself. “

“If you don’t mind, Lady Yva, “ said Bastin, “I think I should like to
get out of this place, interesting as it is. I have food to cook up above
and lots of things to attend to, especially as I understand I am to
come back here tomorrow. Would you mind showing me the way to
that lift or moving staircase? “

“Come, “ she said, smiling.

So we went past the image of Fate, out of the temple, down the vast
and lonely streets so unnaturally illuminated, to the place where we
had first found ourselves on arrival in the depths. There we stood.

A moment later and we were whirling up as we had whirled down. I

suppose that Yva came with us though I never saw her do so, and
the odd thing was that when we arrived in the sepulchre, she
seemed already to be standing there waiting to direct us.

“Really, “ remarked Bastin, “this is exactly like Maskelyne and Cook.

Did you ever see their performance, Bickley? If so, it must have
given you lots to explain for quite a long while. “

“Jugglery never appealed to me, whether in London or in Orofena, “

replied Bickley in a sour voice as he extracted from his pocket an end
of candle to which he set light.

“What is jugglery? “ asked Bastin, and they departed arguing,

leaving me alone with Yva in the sepulchre.

“What have I seen? “ I asked her.

“I do not know, Humphrey. Everyone sees different things, but

perhaps something of the truth. “

“I hope not, Yva, for amongst other things I seemed to see you swear
yourself to a man for ever. “

“Yes, and this I did. What of it? “

“Only that it might be hard for another man. “

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“Yes, for another man it might be hard. You were once married,
were you not, Humphrey, to a wife who died? “

“Yes, I was married. “

“And did you not swear to that wife that you would never look in
love upon another woman? “

“I did, “ I answered in a shamed voice. “But how do you know? I

never told you so. “

“Oh! I know you and therefore guessed. “

“Well, what of it, Yva? “

“Nothing, except that you must find your wife before you love
again, and before I love again I must find him whom I wish to be my
husband. “

“How can that happen, “ I asked, “when both are dead? “

“How did all that you have seen to-day in Nyo happen? “ she
replied, laughing softly. “Perhaps you are very blind, Humphrey, or
perhaps we both are blind. If so, mayhap light will come to us.
Meanwhile do not be sad. Tomorrow I will meet you and you shall
teach me—your English tongue, Humphrey, and other things. “

“Then let it be in the sunlight, Yva. I do not love those darksome

halls of Nyo that glow like something dead. “

“It is fitting, for are they not dead? “ she answered, with a little
laugh. “So be it. Bastin shall teach my father down below, since sun
and shade are the same to him who only thinks of his religion, and
you shall teach me up above. “

“I am not so certain about Bastin and of what he thinks, “ I said

doubtfully. “Also will the Lord Oro permit you to come? “

“Yes, for in such matters I rule myself. Also, “ she added meaningly,
“he remembers my oath that I will wed no man—save one who is
dead. Now farewell a while and bid Bastin be here when the sun is
three hours high, not before or after. “

Then I left her.

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Chapter XVII

Yva Explains

When I reached the rock I was pleased to find Marama and about
twenty of his people engaged in erecting the house that we had
ordered them to build for our accommodation. Indeed, it was nearly
finished, since house-building in Orofena is a simple business. The
framework of poles let into palm trunks, since they could not be
driven into the rock, had been put together on the further shore and
towed over bodily by canoes. The overhanging rock formed one side
of the house; the ends were of palm leaves tied to the poles, and the
roof was of the same material. The other side was left open for the
present, which in that equable and balmy clime was no
disadvantage. The whole edifice was about thirty feet long by fifteen
deep and divided into two portions, one for sleeping and one for
living, by a palm leaf partition. Really, it was quite a comfortable
abode, cool and rainproof, especially after Bastin had built his hut in
which to cook.

Marama and his people were very humble in their demeanour and
implored us to visit them on the main island. I answered that
perhaps we would later on, as we wished to procure certain things
from the wreck. Also, he requested Bastin to continue his
ministrations as the latter greatly desired to do. But to this proposal I
would not allow him to give any direct answer at the moment.
Indeed, I dared not do so until I was sure of Oro’s approval.

Towards evening they departed in their canoes, leaving behind them

the usual ample store of provisions.

We cooked our meal as usual, only to discover that what Yva had
said about the Life-water was quite true, since we had but little
appetite for solid food, though this returned upon the following day.
The same thing happened upon every occasion after drinking of that
water which certainly was a most invigorating fluid. Never for years
had any of us felt so well as it caused us to do.

So we lit our pipes and talked about our experiences though of these,
indeed, we scarcely knew what to say. Bastin accepted them as
something out of the common, of course, but as facts which admitted
of no discussion. After all, he said, the Old Testament told much the

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same story of people called the Sons of God who lived very long
lives and ran after the daughters of men whom they should have left
alone, and thus became the progenitors of a remarkable race. Of this
race, he presumed that Oro and his daughter were survivors,
especially as they spoke of their family as “Heaven born. “ How they
came to survive was more than he could understand and really
scarcely worth bothering over, since there they were.

It was the same about the Deluge, continued Bastin, although

naturally Oro spoke falsely, or, at any rate, grossly exaggerated,
when he declared that he had caused this catastrophe, unless indeed
he was talking about a totally different deluge, though even then he
could not have brought it about. It was curious, however, that the
people drowned were said to have been wicked, and Oro had the
same opinion about those whom he claimed to have drowned,
though for the matter of that, he could not conceive anyone more
wicked than Oro himself. On his own showing he was a most
revengeful person and one who declined to agree to a quite suitable
alliance, apparently desired by both parties, merely because it
offended his family pride. No, on reflection he might be unjust to
Oro in this particular, since he never told that story; it was only
shown in some pictures which very likely were just made up to
astonish us. Meanwhile, it was his business to preach to this old
sinner down in that hole, and he confessed honestly that he did not
like the job. Still, it must be done, so with our leave he would go
apart and seek inspiration, which at present seemed to be quite
lacking.

Thus declaimed Bastin and departed.

“Don’t you tell your opinion about the Deluge or he may cause
another just to show that you are wrong, “ called Bickley after him.

“I can’t help that, “ answered Bastin. “Certainly I shall not hide the
truth to save Oro’s feelings, if he has got any. If he revenges himself
upon us in any way, we must just put up with it like other martyrs. “

“I haven’t the slightest ambition to be a martyr, “ said Bickley.

“No, “ shouted Bastin from a little distance, “I am quite aware of

that, as you have often said so before. Therefore, if you become one, I
am sorry to say that I do not see how you can expect any benefit.
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offertory bag in mistake for a shilling. The extra nineteen shillings

will do him no good at all, since in his heart he regrets the error and
wishes that he could have them back. “

Then he departed, leaving me laughing. But Bickley did not laugh.

“Arbuthnot, “ he said, “I have come to the conclusion that I have

gone quite mad. I beg you if I should show signs of homicidal mania,
which I feel developing in me where Bastin is concerned, or of other
abnormal violence, that you will take whatever steps you consider
necessary, even to putting me out of the way if that is imperative. “

“What do you mean? “ I asked. “You seem sane enough. “

“Sane, when I believe that I have seen and experienced a great

number of things which I know it to be quite impossible that I
should have seen or experienced. The only explanation is that I am
suffering from delusions. “

“Then is Bastin suffering from delusions, too? “

“Certainly, but that is nothing new in his case. “

“I don’t agree with you, Bickley—about Bastin, I mean. I am by no

means certain that he is not the wisest of the three of us. He has a
faith and he sticks to it, as millions have done before him, and that is
better than making spiritual experiments, as I am sorry to say I do, or
rejecting things because one cannot understand them, as you do,
which is only a form of intellectual vanity. “

“I won’t argue the matter, Arbuthnot; it is of no use. I repeat that I

am mad, and Bastin is mad. “

“How about me? I also saw and experienced these things. Am I mad,
too? “

“You ought to be, Arbuthnot. If it isn’t enough to drive a man mad

when he sees himself exactly reproduced in an utterly impossible
moving-picture show exhibited by an utterly impossible young
woman in an utterly impossible underground city, then I don’t know
what is. “

“What do you mean? “ I asked, starting.

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“Mean? Well, if you didn’t notice it, there’s hope for you. “

“Notice what? “

“All that envoy scene. There, as I thought, appeared Yva. Do you

admit that? “

“Of course; there could be no mistake on that point. “

“Very well. Then according to my version there came a man, still

young, dressed in outlandish clothes, who made propositions of
peace and wanted to marry Yva, who wanted to marry him. Is that
right? “

“Absolutely. “

“Well, and didn’t you recognise the man? “

“No; I only noticed that he was a fine-looking fellow whose

appearance reminded me of someone. “

“I suppose it must be true, “ mused Bickley, “that we do not know

ourselves. “

“So the old Greek thought, since he urged that this should be our
special study. ‘Know thyself, ‘ you remember. “

“I meant physically, not intellectually. Arbuthnot, do you mean to

tell me that you did not recognise your own double in that man?
Shave off your beard and put on his clothes and no one could
distinguish you apart. “

I sprang up, dropping my pipe.

“Now you mention it, “ I said slowly, “I suppose there was a

resemblance. I didn’t look at him very much; I was studying the
simulacrum of Yva. Also, you know it is some time since—I mean,
there are no pier-glasses in Orofena. “

“The man was you, “ went on Bickley with conviction. “If I were
superstitious I should think it a queer sort of omen. But as I am not, I
know that I must be mad. “

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“Why? After all, an ancient man and a modern man might resemble
each other. “

“There are degrees in resemblance, “ said Bickley with one of his

contemptuous snorts. “It won’t do, Humphrey, my boy, “ he added.
“I can only think of one possible explanation—outside of the obvious
one of madness. “

“What is that? “

“The Glittering Lady produced what Bastin called that

cinematograph show in some way or other, did she not? She said
that in order to do this she loosed some hidden forces. I suggest that
she did nothing of the sort. “

“Then whence did the pictures come and why? “

“From her own brain, in order to impress us with a cock-and- bull,

fairy-book story. If this were so she would quite naturally fill the role
of the lover of the piece with the last man who had happened to
impress her. Hence the resemblance. “

“You presuppose a great deal, Bickley, including supernatural

cunning and unexampled hypnotic influence. I don’t know, first,
why she should be so anxious to add another impression to the
many we have received in this place; and, secondly, if she was, how
she managed to mesmerise three average but totally different men
into seeing the same things. My explanation is that you were
deceived as to the likeness, which, mind you, I did not recognise;
nor, apparently, did Bastin. “

“Bastin never recognises anything. But if you are in doubt, ask Yva
herself. She ought to know. Now I’m off to try to analyse that
confounded Life-water, which I suspect is of the ordinary spring
variety, lightened up with natural carbonic acid gas and possibly not
uninfluenced by radium. The trouble is that here I can only apply
some very elementary tests. “

So he went also, in an opposite direction to Bastin, and I was left

alone with Tommy, who annoyed me much by attempting
continually to wander off into the cave, whence I must recall him. I
suppose that my experiences of the day, reviewed beneath the sweet
influences of the wonderful tropical night, affected me. At any rate,

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that mystical side of my nature, to which I think I alluded at the

beginning of this record, sprang into active and, in a sense, unholy
life. The normal vanished, the abnormal took possession, and that is
unholy to most of us creatures of habit and tradition, at any rate, if
we are British. I lost my footing on the world; my spirit began to
wander in strange places; of course, always supposing that we have
a spirit, which Bickley would deny.

I gave up reason; I surrendered myself to unreason; it is a not

unpleasant process, occasionally. Supposing now that all we see and
accept is but the merest fragment of the truth, or perhaps only a
refraction thereof? Supposing that we do live again and again, and
that our animating principle, whatever it might be, does inhabit
various bodies, which, naturally enough, it would shape to its own
taste and likeness? Would that taste and likeness vary so very much
over, let us say, a million years or so, which, after all, is but an hour,
or a minute, in the aeons of Eternity?

On this hypothesis, which is so wild that one begins to suspect that it

may be true, was it impossible that I and that murdered man of the
far past were in fact identical? If the woman were the same,
preserved across the gulf in some unknown fashion, why should not
her lover be the same? What did I say—her lover? Was I her lover?
No, I was the lover of one who had died—my lost wife. Well, if I had
died and lived again, why should not—why should not that
Sleeper—have lived again during her long sleep? Through all those
years the spirit must have had some home, and, if so, in what shapes
did it live? There were points, similarities, which rushed in upon
me—oh! it was ridiculous. Bickley was right. We were all mad!

There was another thing. Oro had declared that we were at war with
Germany. If this were so, how could he know it? Such knowledge
would presume powers of telepathy or vision beyond those given to
man. I could not believe that he possessed these; as Bickley said, it
would be past experience. Yet it was most strange that he who was
uninformed as to our national history and dangers, should have hit
upon a country with which we might well have been plunged into
sudden struggle. Here again I was bewildered and overcome. My
brain rocked. I would seek sleep, and in it escape, or at any rate rest
from all these mysteries.

On the following morning we despatched Bastin to keep his

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I felt sure that he would have forgotten it, for on this occasion he was
for once an unwilling missioner. He tried to persuade one of us to
come with him—even Bickley would have been welcome; but we
both declared that we could not dream of interfering in such a
professional matter; also that our presence was forbidden, and
would certainly distract the attention of his pupil.

“What you mean, “ said the gloomy Bastin, “is that you intend to
enjoy yourselves up here in the female companionship of the
Glittering Lady whilst I sit thousands of feet underground
attempting to lighten the darkness of a violent old sinner whom I
suspect of being in league with Satan. “

“With whom you should be proud to break a lance, “ said Bickley.

“So I am, in the daylight. For instance, when he uses your mouth to
advance his arguments. Bickley, but this is another matter. However,
if I do not appear again you will know that I died in a good cause,
and, I hope, try to recover my remains and give them decent burial.
Also, you might inform the Bishop of how I came to my end, that is,
if you ever get an opportunity, which is more than doubtful. “

“Hurry up, Bastin, hurry up! “ said the unfeeling Bickley, “or you
will be late for your appointment and put your would-be neophyte
into a bad temper. “

Then Bastin went, carrying under his arm a large Bible printed in the
language of the South Sea Islands.

A little while later Yva appeared, arrayed in her wondrous robes

which, being a man, it is quite impossible for me to describe. She saw
us looking at these, and, after greeting us both, also Tommy, who
was enraptured at her coming, asked us how the ladies of our
country attired themselves.

We tried to explain, with no striking success.

“You are as stupid about such matters as were the men of the Old
World, “ she said, shaking her head and laughing. “I thought that
you had with you pictures of ladies you have known which would
show me. “

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Now, in fact, I had in a pocket-book a photograph of my wife in

evening-dress, also a miniature of her head and bust painted on
ivory, a beautiful piece of work done by a master hand, which I
always wore. These, after a moment’s hesitation, I produced and
showed to her, Bickley having gone away for a little while to see
about something connected with his attempted analysis of the Life-
water. She examined them with great eagerness, and as she did so I
noted that her face grew tender and troubled.

“This was your wife, “ she said as one who states what she knows to
be a fact. I nodded, and she went on:

“She was sweet and beautiful as a flower, but not so tall as I am, I
think. “

“No, “ I answered, “she lacked height; given that she would have
been a lovely woman. “

“I am glad you think that women should be tall, “ she said, glancing
at her shadow. “The eyes were such as mine, were they not—in
colour, I mean? “

“Yes, very like yours, only yours are larger. “

“That is a beautiful way of wearing the hair. Would you be angry if I

tried it? I weary of this old fashion. “

“Why should I be angry? “ I asked.

At this moment Bickley reappeared and she began to talk of the

details of the dress, saying that it showed more of the neck than had
been the custom among the women of her people, but was very
pretty.

“That is because we are still barbarians, “ said Bickley; “at least, our
women are, and therefore rely upon primitive methods of attraction,
like the savages yonder. “

She smiled, and, after a last, long glance, gave me back the
photograph and the miniature, saying as she delivered the latter:

“I rejoice to see that you are faithful, Humphrey, and wear this
picture on your heart, as well as in it. “

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“Then you must be a very remarkable woman, “ said Bickley.

“Never before did I hear one of your sex rejoice because a man was
faithful to somebody else. “

“Has Bickley been disappointed in his love-heart, that he is so angry

to us women? “ asked Yva innocently of me. Then, without waiting
for an answer, she inquired of him whether he had been successful in
his analysis of the Life-water.

“How do you know what I was doing with the Life-water? Did
Bastin tell you? “ exclaimed Bickley.

“Bastin told me nothing, except that he was afraid of the descent to

Nyo; that he hated Nyo when he reached it, as indeed I do, and that
he thought that my father, the Lord Oro, was a devil or evil spirit
from some Under-world which he called hell. “

“Bastin has an open heart and an open mouth, “ said Bickley, “for
which I respect him. Follow his example if you will, Lady Yva, and
tell us who and what is the Lord Oro, and who and what are you. “

“Have we not done so already? If not, I will repeat. The Lord Oro
and I are two who have lived on from the old time when the world
was different, and yet, I think, the same. He is a man and not a god,
and I am a woman. His powers are great because of his knowledge,
which he has gathered from his forefathers and in a life of a
thousand years before he went to sleep. He can do things you cannot
do. Thus, he can pass through space and take others with him, and
return again. He can learn what is happening in far-off parts of the
world, as he did when he told you of the war in which your country
is concerned. He has terrible powers; for instance, he can kill, as he
killed those savages. Also, he knows the secrets of the earth, and, if it
pleases him, can change its turning so that earthquakes happen and
sea becomes land, and land sea, and the places that were hot grow
cold, and those that were cold grow hot. “

“All of which things have happened many times in the history of the
globe, “ said Bickley, “without the help of the Lord Oro. “

“Others had knowledge before my father, and others doubtless will

have knowledge after him. Even I, Yva, have some knowledge, and
knowledge is strength. “

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“Yes, “ I interposed, “but such powers as you attribute to your father

are not given to man. “

“You mean to man as you know him, man like Bickley, who thinks
that he has learned everything that was ever learned. But it is not so.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago men knew more than it seems
they do today, ten times more, as they lived ten times longer, or so
you tell me. “

“Men? “ I said.

“Yes, men, not gods or spirits, as the uninstructed nations supposed

them to be. My father is a man subject to the hopes and terrors of
man. He desires power which is ambition, and when the world
refused his rule, he destroyed that part of it which rebelled, which is
revenge. Moreover, above all things he dreads death, which is fear.
That is why he suspended life in himself and me for two hundred
and fifty thousand years, as his knowledge gave him strength to do,
because death was near and he thought that sleep was better than
death. “

“Why should he dread to die, “ asked Bickley, “seeing that sleep and
death are the same? “

“Because his knowledge tells him that Sleep and Death are not the
same, as you, in your foolishness, believe, for there Bastin is wiser
than you. Because for all his wisdom he remains ignorant of what
happens to man when the Light of Life is blown out by the breath of
Fate. That is why he fears to die and why he talks with Bastin the
Preacher, who says he has the secret of the future. “

“And do you fear to die? “ I asked.

“No, Humphrey, “ she answered gently. “Because I think that there

is no death, and, having done no wrong, I dread no evil. I had
dreams while I was asleep, O Humphrey, and it seemed to me that”

Here she ceased and glanced at where she knew the miniature was
hanging upon my breast.

“Now, “ she continued, after a little pause, “tell me of your world, of

its history, of its languages, of what happens there, for I long to
know. “

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So then and there, assisted by Bickley, I began the education of the

Lady Yva. I do not suppose that there was ever a more apt pupil in
the whole earth. To begin with, she was better acquainted with every
subject on which I touched than I was myself; all she lacked was
information as to its modern aspect. Her knowledge ended two
hundred and fifty thousand years ago, at which date, however, it
would seem that civilisation had already touched a higher water-
mark than it has ever since attained. Thus, this vanished people
understood astronomy, natural magnetism, the force of gravity,
steam, also electricity to some subtle use of which, I gathered, the
lighting of their underground city was to be attributed. They had
mastered architecture and the arts, as their buildings and statues
showed; they could fly through the air better than we have learned
to do within the last few years.

More, they, or some of them, had learned the use of the Fourth
Dimension, that is their most instructed individuals, could move
through opposing things, as well as over them, up into them and
across them. This power these possessed in a two-fold form. I mean,
that they could either disintegrate their bodies at one spot and cause
them to integrate again at another, or they could project what the old
Egyptians called the Ka or Double, and modern Theosophists name
the Astral Shape, to any distance. Moreover, this Double, or Astral
Shape, while itself invisible, still, so to speak, had the use of its
senses. It could see, it could hear, and it could remember, and, on
returning to the body, it could avail itself of the experience thus
acquired.

Thus, at least, said Yva, while Bickley contemplated her with a cold
and unbelieving eye. She even went further and alleged that in
certain instances, individuals of her extinct race had been able to
pass through the ether and to visit other worlds in the depths of
space.

“Have you ever done that? “ asked Bickley.

“Once or twice I dreamed that I did, “ she replied quietly.

“We can all dream, “ he answered.

As it was my lot to make acquaintance with this strange and

uncanny power at a later date, I will say no more of it now.

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Telepathy, she declared, was also a developed gift among the Sons of
Wisdom; indeed, they seem to have used it as we use wireless
messages. Only, in their case, the sending and receiving stations
were skilled and susceptible human beings who went on duty for so
many hours at a time. Thus intelligence was transmitted with
accuracy and despatch. Those who had this faculty were, she said,
also very apt at reading the minds of others and therefore not easy to
deceive.

“Is that how you know that I had been trying to analyse your Life-
water? “ asked Bickley.

“Yes, “ she answered, with her unvarying smile. “At the moment I
spoke thereof you were wondering whether my father would be
angry if he knew that you had taken the water in a little flask. “ She
studied him for a moment, then added: “Now you are wondering,
first, whether I did not see you take the water from the fountain and
guess the purpose, and, secondly, whether perhaps Bastin did not
tell me what you were doing with it when we met in the sepulchre. “

“Look here, “ said the exasperated Bickley, “I admit that telepathy

and thought-reading are possible to a certain limited extent. But
supposing that you possess those powers, as I think in English, and
you do not know English, how can you interpret what is passing in
my mind? “

“Perhaps you have been teaching me English all this while without
knowing it, Bickley. In any case, it matters little, seeing that what I
read is the thought, not the language with which it is clothed. The
thought comes from your mind to mine— that is, if I wish it, which
is not often—and I interpret it in my own or other tongues. “

“I am glad to hear it is not often, Lady Yva, since thoughts are

generally considered private. “

“Yes, and therefore I will read yours no more. Why should I, when
they are so full of disbelief of all I tell you, and sometimes of other
things about myself which I do not seek to know? “

“No wonder that, according to the story in the pictures, those

Nations, whom you named Barbarians, made an end of your people,
Lady Yva. “

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“You are mistaken, Bickley; the Lord Oro made an end of the
Nations, though against my prayer, “ she added with a sigh.

Then Bickley departed in a rage, and did not appear again for an
hour.

“He is angry, “ she said, looking after him; “nor do I wonder. It is

hard for the very clever like Bickley, who think that they have
mastered all things, to find that after all they are quite ignorant. I am
sorry for him, and I like him very much. “

“Then you would be sorry for me also, Lady Yva? “

“Why? “ she asked with a dazzling smile, “when your heart is athirst
for knowledge, gaping for it like a fledgling’s mouth for food, and, as
it chances, though I am not very wise, I can satisfy something of your
soul-hunger. “

“Not very wise! “ I repeated.

“No, Humphrey. I think that Bastin, who in many ways is so stupid,

has more true wisdom than I have, because he can believe and accept
without question. After all, the wisdom of my people is all of the
universe and its wonders. What you think magic is not magic; it is
only gathered knowledge and the finding out of secrets. Bickley will
tell you the same, although as yet he does not believe that the mind
of man can stretch so far. “

“You mean that your wisdom has in it nothing of the spirit? “

“Yes, Humphrey, that is what I mean. I do not even know if there is

such a thing as spirit. Our god was Fate; Bastin’s god is a spirit, and I
think yours also. “

“Yes. “

“Therefore, I wish you and Bastin to teach me of your god, as does

Oro, my father. I want—oh! so much, Humphrey, to learn whether
we live after death. “

“You! “ I exclaimed. “You who, according to the story, have slept for
two hundred and fifty thousand years! You, who have, unless I

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mistake, hinted that during that sleep you may have lived in other
shapes! Do you doubt whether we can live after death? “

“Yes. Sleep induced by secret arts is not death, and during that sleep
the I within might wander and inhabit other shapes, because it is
forbidden to be idle. Moreover, what seems to be death may not be
death, only another form of sleep from which the I awakes again
upon the world. But at last comes the real death, when the I is
extinguished to the world. That much I know, because my people
learned it. “

“You mean, you know that men and women may live again and
again upon the world? “

“Yes, Humphrey, I do. For in the world there is only a certain store
of life which in many forms travels on and on, till the lot of each I is
fulfilled. Then comes the real death, and after that—what, oh! —
what? “

“You must ask Bastin, “ I said humbly. “I cannot dare to teach of

such matters. “

“No, but you can and do believe, and that helps me, Humphrey,
who am in tune with you. Yes, it helps me much more than do Bastin
and his new religion, because such is woman’s way. Now, I think
Bickley will soon return, so let us talk of other matters. Tell me of the
history of your people, Humphrey, that my father says are now at
war. “

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Chapter XVIII

The Accident

Bickley did return, having recovered his temper, since after all it was
impossible for anyone to remain angry with the Lady Yva for long,
and we spent a very happy time together. We instructed and she was
the humble pupil.

How swift and nimble was her intelligence! In that one morning she
learned all our alphabet and how to write our letters. It appeared
that among her people, at any rate in their later periods, the only
form of writing that was used was a highly concentrated shorthand
which saved labour. They had no journals, since news which arrived
telepathically or by some form of wireless was proclaimed to those
who cared to listen, and on it all formed their own judgments. In the
same way poems and even romances were repeated, as in Homer’s
day or in the time of the Norse sagas, by word of mouth. None of
their secret knowledge was written down. Like the ritual of
Freemasonry it was considered too sacred.

Moreover, when men lived for hundreds of years this was not so
necessary, especially as their great fear was lest it should fall into the
hands of the outside nations, whom they called Barbarians. For, be it
remembered, these Sons of Wisdom were always a very small people
who ruled by the weight of their intelligence and the strength of
their accumulated lore. Indeed, they could scarcely be called a
people; rather were they a few families, all of them more or less
connected with the original ruling Dynasty which considered itself
half divine. These families were waited upon by a multitude of
servants or slaves drawn from the subject nations, for the most part
skilled in one art or another, or perhaps, remarkable for their
personal beauty. Still they remained outside the pale.

The Sons of Wisdom did not intermarry with them or teach them
their learning, or even allow them to drink of their Life-water. They
ruled them as men rule dogs, treating them with kindness, but no
more, and as many dogs run their course and die in the lifetime of
one master, so did many of these slaves in that of one of the Sons of
Wisdom. Therefore, the slaves came to regard their lords not as men,
but gods. They lived but three score years and ten like the rest of us,
and went their way, they, whose great-great-grandfathers had

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served the same master and whose great-great-great-grandchildren

would still serve him. What should we think of a lord who we knew
was already adult in the time of William the Conqueror, and who
remained still vigorous and all-powerful in that of George V? One,
moreover, who commanded almost infinite knowledge to which we
were denied the key? We might tremble before him and look upon
him as half- divine, but should we not long to kill him and possess
his knowledge and thereby prolong our own existence to his
wondrous measure?

Such, said Yva, was the case with their slaves and the peoples from
whence these sprang. They grew mad with jealous hate, till at length
came the end we knew.

Thus we talked on for hours till the time came for us to eat. As before
Yva partook of fruit and we of such meats as we had at hand. These,
we noticed, disgusted her, because, as she explained, the Children of
Wisdom, unless driven thereto by necessity, touched no flesh, but
lived on the fruits of the earth and wine alone. Only the slaves and
the Barbarians ate flesh. In these views Bickley for once agreed with
her, that is, except as regards the wine, for in theory, if not in
practice—he was a vegetarian.

“I will bring you more of the Life-water, “ she said, “and then you
will grow to hate these dead things, as I do. And now farewell. My
father calls me. I hear him though you do not. To- morrow I cannot
come, but the day after I will come and bring you the Life-water.
Nay, accompany me not, but as I see he wishes it, let Tommy go with
me. I will care for him, and he is a friend in all that lonely place. “

So she went, and with her Tommy, rejoicing.

“Ungrateful little devil! “ said Bickley. “Here we’ve fed and petted
him from puppyhood, or at least you have, and yet he skips off with
the first stranger. I never saw him behave like that to any woman,
except your poor wife. “

“I know, “ I answered. “I cannot understand it. Hullo! here comes

Bastin. “

Bastin it was, dishevelled and looking much the worse for wear, also
minus his Bible in the native tongue.

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“Well, how have you been getting on? “ said Bickley.

“I should like some tea, also anything there is to eat. “

We supplied him with these necessaries, and after a while he said

slowly and solemnly:

“I cannot help thinking of a childish story which Bickley told or

invented one night at your house at home. I remember he had an
argument with my wife, which he said put him in mind of it, I am
sure I don’t know why. It was about a monkey and a parrot that
were left together under a sofa for a long while, where they were so
quiet that everybody forgot them. Then the parrot came out with
only one feather left in its tail and none at all on its body, saying,
‘I’ve had no end of a time! ‘ after which it dropped down and died.
Do you know, I feel just like that parrot, only I don’t mean to die,
and I think I gave the monkey quite as good as he gave me! “

“What happened? “ I asked, intensely interested.

“Oh! the Glittering Lady took me into that palace hall where Oro
was sitting like a spider in a web, and left me there. I got to work at
once. He was much interested in the Old Testament stories and said
there were points of truth about them, although they had evidently
come down to the modern writer—he called him a modern writer—
in a legendary form. I thought his remarks impertinent and with
difficulty refrained from saying so. Leaving the story of the Deluge
and all that, I spoke of other matters, telling him of eternal life and
Heaven and Hell, of which the poor benighted man had never heard.
I pointed out especially that unless he repented, his life, by all
accounts, had been so wicked, that he was certainly destined to the
latter place. “

“What did he say to that? “ I asked.

“Do you know, I think it frightened him, if one could imagine Oro
being frightened. At any rate he remarked that the truth or falsity of
what I said was an urgent matter for him, as he could not expect to
live more than a few hundred years longer, though perhaps he might
prolong the period by another spell of sleep. Then he asked me why
I thought him so wicked. I replied because he himself said that he
had drowned millions of people, which showed an evil heart and
intention even if it were not a fact. He thought a long while and

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asked what could be done in the circumstances. I replied that

repentance and reparation were the only courses open to him. “

“Reparation! “ I exclaimed.

“Yes, reparation was what I said, though I think I made a mistake

there, as you will see. As nearly as I can remember, he answered that
he was beginning to repent, as from all he had learned from us, he
gathered that the races which had arisen as a consequence of his
action, were worse than those which he had destroyed. As regards
reparation, what he had done once he could do again. He would
think the matter over seriously, and see if it were possible and
advisable to raise those parts of the world which had been sunk, and
sink those which had been raised. If so, he thought that would make
very handsome amends to the departed nations and set him quite
right with any superior Power, if such a thing existed. What are you
laughing at, Bickley? I don’t think it a laughing matter, since such
remarks do not seem to me to indicate any real change in Oro’s
heart, which is what I was trying to effect. “

Bickley, who was convulsed with merriment, wiped his eyes and
said:

“You dear old donkey, don’t you see what you have done, or rather
would have done if there were a word of truth in all this ridiculous
story about a deluge? You would be in the way of making your
precious pupil, who certainly is the most masterly old liar in the
world, repeat his offence and send Europe to the bottom of the sea. “

“That did occur to me, but it doesn’t much matter as I am quite

certain that such a thing would never be allowed. Of course there
was a real deluge once, but Oro had no more to do with it than I had.
Don’t you agree, Arbuthnot? “

“I think so, “ I answered cautiously, “but really in this place I am

beginning to lose count of what is or is not possible. Also, of course,
there may have been many deluges; indeed the history of the world
shows that this was so; it is written in its geological strata. What was
the end of it? “

“The end was that he took the South Sea Bible and, after I had
explained a little about our letters, seemed to be able to read it at
once. I suppose he was acquainted with the art of printing in his

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youth. At any rate he said that he would study it, I don’t know how,
unless he can read, and that in two days’ time he would let me know
what he thought about the matter of my religion. Then he told me to
go. I said that I did not know the way and was afraid of losing
myself. Thereupon he waved his hand, and I really can’t say what
happened. “

“Did you levitate up here, “ asked Bickley, “like the late lamented
Mr. Home at the spiritualistic seances? “

“No, I did not exactly levitate, but something or someone seemed to

get a hold of me, and I was just rushed along in a most tumultuous
fashion. The next thing I knew was that I was standing at the door of
that sepulchre, though I have no recollection of going up in the lift,
or whatever it is. I believe those beastly caves are full of ghosts, or
devils, and the worst of it is that they have kept my solar-tope, which
I put on this morning forgetting that it would be useless there. “

“The Lady Yva’s Fourth Dimension in action, “ I suggested, “only it

wouldn’t work on solar-topes. “

“I don’t know what you are talking about, “ said Bastin, “but if my
hat had to be left, why not my boots and other garments? Please stop
your nonsense and pass the tea. Thank goodness I haven’t got to go
down there tomorrow, as he seems to have had enough of me for the
present, so I vote we all pay a visit to the ship. It will be a very
pleasant change. I couldn’t stand two days running with that old
fiend, and his ghosts or devils in the cave. “

Next morning accordingly, fearing no harm from the Orofenans, we

took the canoe and rowed to the main island. Marama had evidently
seen us coming, for he and a number of his people met us with every
demonstration of delight, and escorted us to the ship. Here we found
things just as we had left them, for there had been no attempt at theft
or other mischief.

While we were in the cabin a fit of moral weakness seemed to

overcome Bickley, the first and I may add the last from which I ever
saw him suffer.

“Do you know, “ he said, addressing us, “I think that we should do

well to try to get out of this place. Eliminating a great deal of the
marvelous with which we seem to have come in touch here, it is still

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obvious that we find ourselves in very peculiar and unhealthy

surroundings. I mean mentally unhealthy, indeed I think that if we
stay here much longer we shall probably go off our heads. Now that
boat on the deck remains sound and seaworthy. Why should not we
provision her and take our chance? We know more or less which
way to steer. “

Bastin and I looked at each other. It was he who spoke first.

“Wouldn’t it be rather a risky job in an open boat? “ he asked.

“However, that doesn’t matter much because I don’t take any
account of risks, knowing that I am of more value than a sparrow
and that the hairs of my head are all numbered. “

“They might be numbered under water as well as above it, “

muttered Bickley, “and I feel sure that on your own showing, you
would be as valuable dead as alive. “

“What I seem to feel, “ went on Bastin, “is that I have work to my

hand here. Also, the locum tenens at Fulcombe no doubt runs the
parish as well as I could. Indeed I consider him a better man for the
place than I am. That old Oro is a tough proposition, but I do not
despair of him yet, and besides him there is the Glittering Lady, a
most open-minded person, whom I have not yet had any real
opportunity of approaching in a spiritual sense. Then there are all
these natives who cannot learn without a teacher. So on the whole I
think I would rather stay where I am until Providence points out
some other path. “

“I am of the same opinion, if for somewhat different reasons, “ I said.

“I do not suppose that it has often been the fortune of men to come
in touch with such things as we have found upon this island. They
may be illusions, but at least they are very interesting illusions. One
might live ten lifetimes and find nothing else of the sort. Therefore I
should like to see the end of the dream. “

Bickley reflected a little, then said:

“On the whole I agree with you. Only my brain totters and I am
terribly afraid of madness. I cannot believe what I seem to hear and
see, and that way madness lies. It is better to die than to go mad. “

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“You’ll do that anyway when your time comes, Bickley, I mean

decease, of course, “ interrupted Bastin. “And who knows, perhaps
all this is an opportunity given by Providence to open your eyes,
which, I must say, are singularly blind. You think you know
everything there is to learn, but the fact is that like the rest of us, you
know nothing at all, and good man though you are, obstinately
refuse to admit the truth and to seek support elsewhere. For my part
I believe that you are afraid of falling in love with that Glittering
Lady and of being convinced by her that you are wrong in your most
unsatisfactory conclusions. “

“I am out-voted anyway, “ said Bickley, “and for the rest, Bastin,

look after yourself and leave me alone. I will add that on the whole I
think you are both right, and that it is wisest for us to stop where we
are, for after all we can only die once. “

“I am not so sure, Bickley. There is a thing called the second death,

which is what is troubling that old scoundrel, Oro. Now I will go
and look for those books. “

So the idea of flight was abandoned, although I admit that even to

myself it had attractions. For I felt that I was being wrapped in a net
of mysteries from which I saw no escape. Yes, and of more than
mysteries; I who had sworn that I would never look upon another
woman, was learning to love this sweet and wondrous Yva, and of
that what could be the end?

We collected all we had come to seek, and started homewards

escorted by Marama and his people, including a number of young
women who danced before us in a light array of flowers.

Passing our old house, we came to the grove where the idol Oro had
stood and Bastin was so nearly sacrificed. There was another idol
there now which he wished to examine, but in the end did not as the
natives so obviously objected. Indeed Marama told me that
notwithstanding the mysterious death of the sorcerers on the Rock of
Offerings, there was still a strong party in the island who would be
glad to do us a mischief if any further affront were offered to their
hereditary god.

He questioned us also tentatively about the apparition, for such he

conceived it to be, which had appeared upon the rock and killed the
sorcerers, and I answered him as I thought wisest, telling him that a

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terrible Power was afoot in the land, which he would do well to

obey.

“Yes, “ he said; “the God of the Mountain of whom the tradition has
come down to us from our forefathers. He is awake again; he sees, he
hears and we are afraid. Plead with him for us, O Friend-from-the-
Sea. “

As he spoke we were passing through a little patch of thick bush.

Suddenly from out of this bush, I saw a lad appear. He wore a mask
upon his face, but from his shape could not have been more than
thirteen or fourteen years of age. In his hand was a wooden club. He
ran forward, stopped, and with a yell of hate hurled it, I think at
Bastin, but it hit me. At any rate I felt a shock and remembered no
more.

Dreams. Dreams. Endless dreams! What were they all about? I do

not know. It seemed to me that through them continually I saw the
stately figure of old Oro contemplating me gravely, as though he
were making up his mind about something in which I must play a
part. Then there was another figure, that of the gracious but imperial
Yva, who from time to time, as I thought, leant over me and
whispered in my ear words of rest and comfort. Nor was this all,
since her shape had a way of changing suddenly into that of my lost
wife who would speak with her voice. Or perhaps my wife would
speak with Yva’s voice. To my disordered sense it was as though
they were one personality, having two shapes, either of which could
be assumed at will. It was most strange and yet to me most blessed,
since in the living I seemed to have found the dead, and in the dead
the living. More, I took journeys, or rather some unknown part of me
seemed to do so. One of these I remember, for its majestic character
stamped itself upon my mind in such a fashion that all the waters of
delirium could not wash it out nor all its winds blow away that
memory.

I was travelling through space with Yva a thousand times faster than
light can flash. We passed sun after sun. They drew near, they grew
into enormous, flaming Glories round which circled world upon
world. They became small, dwindled to points of light and
disappeared.

We found footing upon some far land and passed a marvelous white
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the latter of which were set windows made of great jewels; sapphires
or rubies they seemed to me. We went on up a lovely valley. To the
left were hills, down which tumbled waterfalls; to the right was a
river broad and deep that seemed to overflow its banks as does the
Nile. Behind were high mountains on the slopes of which grew
forests of glorious trees, some of them aflame with bloom, while far
away up their crests stood colossal golden statues set wide apart.
They looked like guardian angels watching that city and that vale.
The land was lit with a light such as that of the moon, only
intensified and of many colours. Indeed looking up, I saw that above
us floated three moons, each of them bigger than our own at the full,
and gathered that here it was night.

We came to a house set amid scented gardens and having in front of

it terraces of flowers. It seemed not unlike my own house at home,
but I took little note of it, because of a woman who sat upon the
verandah, if I may call it so. She was clad in garments of white silk
fastened about her middle with a jewelled girdle. On her neck also
was a collar of jewels. I forget the colour; indeed this seemed to
change continually as the light from the different moons struck when
she moved, but I think its prevailing tinge was blue. In her arms this
woman nursed a beauteous, sleeping child, singing happily as she
rocked it to and fro. Yva went towards the woman who looked up at
her step and uttered a little cry. Then for the first time I saw the
woman’s face. It was that of my dead wife!

As I followed in my dream, a little cloud of mist seemed to cover

both my wife and Yva, and when I reached the place Yva was gone.
Only my wife remained, she and the child. There she stood, solemn
and sweet. While I drew near she laid down the child upon the
cushioned seat from which she had risen. She stretched out her arms
and flung them about me. She embraced me and I embraced her in a
rapture of reunion. Then turning she lifted up the child, it was a girl,
for me to kiss.

“See your daughter, “ she said, “and behold all that I am making
ready for you where we shall dwell in a day to come. “

I grew confused.

“Yva, “ I said. “Where is Yva who brought me here? Did she go into
the house? “

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“Yes, “ she answered happily. “Yva went into the house. Look
again!“

I looked and it was Yva’s face that was pressed against my own, and
Yva’s eyes that gazed into mine. Only she was garbed as my wife
had been, and on her bosom hung the changeful necklace.

“You may not stay, “ she whispered, and lo! it was my wife that
spoke, not Yva.

“Tell me what it means? “ I implored.

“I cannot, “ she answered. “There are mysteries that you may not
know as yet. Love Yva if you will and I shall not be jealous, for in
loving Yva you love me. You cannot understand? Then know this,
that the spirit has many shapes, and yet is the same spirit—
sometimes. Now I who am far, yet near, bid you farewell a while. “

Then all passed in a flash and the dream ended.

Such was the only one of those visions which I can recall.

I seemed to wake up as from a long and tumultuous sleep. The first

thing I saw was the palm roof of our house upon the rock. I knew it
was our house, for just above me was a palm leaf of which I had
myself tied the stalk to the framework with a bit of coloured ribbon
that I had chanced to find in my pocket. It came originally from the
programme card of a dance that I had attended at Honolulu and I
had kept it because I thought it might be useful. Finally I used it to
secure that loose leaf. I stared at the ribbon which brought back a
flood of memories, and as I was thus engaged I heard voices talking,
and listened—Bickley’s voice, and the Lady Yva’s.

“Yes, “ Bickley was saying, “he will do well now, but he went near,
very near. “

“I knew he would not die, “ she answered, “because my father said

so. “

“There are two sorts of deaths, “ replied Bickley, “that of the body
and that of the mind. I was afraid that even if he lived, his reason
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happen now. He will get quite well again—though—” and he

stopped.

“I am very glad to hear you say so, “ chimed in Bastin. “For weeks I
thought that I should have to read the Burial Service over poor
Arbuthnot. Indeed I was much puzzled as to the best place to bury
him. Finally I found a very suitable spot round the corner there,
where it isn’t rock, in which one can’t dig and the soil is not liable to
be flooded. In fact I went so far as to clear away the bush and to
mark out the grave with its foot to the east. In this climate one can’t
delay, you know. “

Weak as I was, I smiled. This practical proceeding was so exactly like

Bastin.

“Well, you wasted your labour, “ exclaimed Bickley.

“Yes, I am glad to say I did. But I don’t think it was your operations
and the rest that cured him, Bickley, although you take all the credit.
I believe it was the Life-water that the Lady Yva made him drink and
the stuff that Oro sent which we gave him when you weren’t
looking. “

“Then I hope that in the future you will not interfere with my cases,
“ said the indignant Bickley, and either the voices passed away or I
went to sleep.

When I woke up again it was to find the Lady Yva seated at my side
watching me.

“Forgive me, Humphrey, because I here; others gone out walking, “

she said slowly in English.

“Who taught you my language? “ I asked, astonished. “Bastin and

Bickley, while you ill, they teach; they teach me much. Man just same
now as he was hundred thousand years ago, “ she added
enigmatically. “All think one woman beautiful when no other
woman there. “

“Indeed, “ I replied, wondering to what proceedings on the part of

Bastin and Bickley she alluded. Could that self-centred pair— oh! it
was impossible.

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“How long have I been ill? “ I asked to escape the subject which I felt
to be uncomfortable.

She lifted her beautiful eyes in search of words and began to count
upon her fingers.

“Two moon, one half moon, yes, ten week, counting Sabbath, “ she
answered triumphantly.

“Ten weeks! “ I exclaimed.

“Yes, Humphrey, ten whole weeks and three days you first bad, then
mad. Oh! “ she went on, breaking into the Orofenan tongue which
she spoke so perfectly, although it was not her own. That language
of hers I never learned, but I know she thought in it and only
translated into Orofenan, because of the great difficulty which she
had in rendering her high and refined ideas into its simpler
metaphor, and the strange words which often she introduced. “Oh!
you have been very ill, friend of my heart. At times I thought that
you were going to die, and wept and wept. Bickley thinks that he
saved you and he is very clever. But he could not have saved you;
that wanted more knowledge than any of your people have; only I
pray you, do not tell him so because it would hurt his pride. “

“What was the matter with me then, Yva? “

“All was the matter. First, the weapon which that youth threw— he
was the son of the sorcerer whom my father destroyed—crushed in
the bone of your head. He is dead for his crime and may he be
accursed for ever, “ she added in the only outbreak of rage and
vindictiveness in which I ever saw her indulge.

“One must make excuses for him; his father had been killed, “ I said.

“Yes, that is what Bastin tells me, and it is true. Still, for that young
man I can make no excuse; it was cowardly and wicked. Well,
Bickley performed what he calls operation, and the Lord Oro, he
came up from his house and helped him, because Bastin is no good
in such things. Then he can only turn away his head and pray. I, too,
helped, holding hot water and linen and jar of the stuff that made
you feel like nothing, although the sight made me feel more sick than
anything since I saw one I loved killed, oh, long, long ago. “

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“Was the operation successful? “ I asked, for I did not dare to begin
to thank her.

“Yes, that clever man, Bickley, lifted the bone which had been
crushed in. Only then something broke in your head and you began
to bleed here, “ and she touched what I believe is called the temporal
artery. “The vein had been crushed by the blow, and gave way.
Bickley worked and worked, and just in time he tied it up before you
died. Oh! then I felt as though I loved Bickley, though afterwards
Bastin said that I ought to have loved him, since it was not Bickley
who stopped the bleeding, but his prayer. “

“Perhaps it was both, “ I suggested.

“Perhaps, Humphrey, at least you were saved. Then came another

trouble. You took fever. Bickley said that it was because a certain
gnat had bitten you when you went down to the ship, and my father,
the Lord Oro, told me that this was right. At the least you grew very
weak and lost your mind, and it seemed as though you must die.
Then, Humphrey, I went to the Lord Oro and kneeled before him
and prayed for your life, for I knew that he could cure you if he
would, though Bickley’s skill was at an end.

“‘Daughter, ‘ he said to me, ‘not once but again and again you have
set up your will against mine in the past. Why then should I trouble
myself to grant this desire of yours in the present, and save a man
who is nothing to me? ‘

“I rose to my feet and answered, ‘I do not know, my Father, yet I am

certain that for your own sake it will be well to do so. I am sure that
of everything even you must give an account at last, great though
you be, and who knows, perhaps one life which you have saved may
turn the balance in your favour. ‘

“‘Surely the priest Bastin has been talking to you, ‘ he said.

“‘He has, ‘ I answered, ‘and not he alone. Many voices have been
talking to me. ‘“

“What did you mean by that? “ I asked.

“It matters nothing what I meant, Humphrey. Be still and listen to

my story. My father thought a while and answered:

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“‘I am jealous of this stranger. What is he but a short-lived half-

barbarian such as we knew in the old days? And yet already you
think more of him than you do of me, your father, the divine Oro
who has lived a thousand years. At first I helped that physician to
save him, but now I think I wish him dead. ‘

“‘If you let this man die, my Father, ‘ I answered, ‘then we part.
Remember that I also have of the wisdom of our people, and can use
it if I will. ‘

“‘Then save him yourself, ‘ he said.

“‘Perhaps I shall, my Father, ‘ I answered, ‘but if so it will not be

here. I say that if so we part and you shall be left to rule in your
majesty alone. ‘

“Now this frightened the Lord Oro, for he has the weakness that he
hates to be alone.

“‘If I do what you will, do you swear never to leave me, Yva? ‘ he
asked. ‘Know that if you will not swear, the man dies. ‘

“‘I swear, ‘ I answered—for your sake, Humphrey—though I did not

love the oath.

“Then he gave me a certain medicine to mix with the Life-water, and

when you were almost gone that medicine cured you, though
Bickley does not know it, as nothing else could have done. Now I
have told you the truth, for your own ear only, Humphrey. “

“Yva, “ I asked, “why did you do all this for me? “

“Humphrey, I do not know, “ she answered, “but I think because I

must. Now sleep a while. “

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Chapter XIX

The Proposals of Bastin and Bickley

So far as my body was concerned I grew well with great rapidity,

though it was long before I got back my strength. Thus I could not
walk far or endure any sustained exertion. With my mind it was
otherwise. I can not explain what had happened to it; indeed I do not
know, but in a sense it seemed to have become detached and to have
assumed a kind of personality of its own. At times it felt as though it
were no longer an inhabitant of the body, but rather its more or less
independent partner. I was perfectly clear-headed and of insanity I
experienced no symptoms. Yet my mind, I use that term from lack of
a better, was not entirely under my control. For one thing, at night it
appeared to wander far away, though whither it went and what it
saw there I could never remember.

I record this because possibly it explains certain mysterious events, if

they were events and not dreams, which shortly I must set out. I
spoke to Bickley about the matter. He put it by lightly, saying that it
was only a result of my long and most severe illness and that I
should steady down in time, especially if we could escape from that
island and its unnatural atmosphere. Yet as he spoke he glanced at
me shrewdly with his quick eyes, and when he turned to go away I
heard him mutter something to himself about “unholy influences”
and “that confounded old Oro. “

The words were spoken to himself and quite beneath his breath, and
of course not meant to reach me. But one of the curious concomitants
of my state was that all my senses, and especially my hearing, had
become most abnormally acute. A whisper far away was now to me
like a loud remark made in a room.

Bickley’s reflection, for I can scarcely call it more, set me thinking.

Yva had said that Oro sent me medicine which was administered to
me without Bickley’s knowledge, and as she believed, saved my life,
or certainly my reason. What was in it? I wondered. Then there was
that Life-water which Yva brought and insisted upon my drinking
every day. Undoubtedly it was a marvelous tonic and did me good.
But it had other effects also. Thus, as she said would be the case,
after a course of it I conceived the greatest dislike, which I may add
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seemed to want was this water with fruit, or such native vegetables
as there were. Bickley disapproved and made me eat fish
occasionally, but even this revolted me, and since I gained steadily in
weight, as we found out by a simple contrivance, and remained
healthy in every other way, soon he allowed me to choose my own
diet.

About this time Oro began to pay me frequent visits. He always

came at night, and what is more I knew when he was coming,
although he never gave me warning. Here I should explain that
during my illness Bastin, who was so ingenious in such matters, had
built another hut in which he and Bickley slept, of course when they
were not watching me, leaving our old bed-chamber to myself.

Well, I would wake up and be aware that Oro was coming. Then he
appeared in a silent and mysterious way, as though he had
materialised in the room, for I never saw him pass the doorway. In
the moonlight, or the starlight, which flowed through the entrance
and the side of the hut that was only enclosed with latticework, I
perceived him seat himself upon a certain stool, looking like a most
majestic ghost with his flowing robes, long white beard, hooked nose
and hawk eyes. In the day-time he much resembled the late General
Booth whom I had often seen, except for certain added qualities of
height and classic beauty of countenance. At night, however, he
resembled no one but himself, indeed there was something mighty
and godlike in his appearance, something that made one feel that he
was not as are other men.

For a while he would sit and look at me. Then he began to speak in a
low, vibrant voice. What did he speak of? Well, many matters. It was
as though he were unburdening that hoary soul of his because it
could no longer endure the grandeur of its own loneliness. Amongst
sundry secret things, he told me of the past history of this world of
ours, and of the mighty civilisations which for uncounted ages he
and his forefathers had ruled by the strength of their will and
knowledge, of the dwindling of their race and of the final destruction
of its enemies, although I noticed that now he no longer said that this
was his work alone. One night I asked him if he did not miss all such
pomp and power.

Then suddenly he broke out, and for the first time I really learned
what ambition can be when it utterly possesses the soul of man.

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“Are you mad, “ he asked, “that you suppose that I, Oro, the King of
kings, can be content to dwell solitary in a great cave with none but
the shadows of the dead to serve me? Nay, I must rule again and be
even greater than before, or else I too will die. Better to face the
future, even if it means oblivion, than to remain thus a relic of a
glorious past, still living and yet dead, like that statue of the great
god Fate which you saw in the temple of my worship. “

“Bastin does not think that the future means oblivion, “ I remarked.

“I know it. I have studied his faith and find it too humble for my
taste, also too new. Shall I, Oro, creep a suppliant before any Power,
and confess what Bastin is pleased to call my sins? Nay, I who am
great will be the equal of all greatness, or nothing. “

He paused a while, then went on:

“Bastin speaks of ‘eternity. ‘ Where and what then is this eternity

which if it has no end can have had no beginning? I know the secret
of the suns and their attendant worlds, and they are no more eternal
than the insect which glitters for an hour. Out of shapeless, rushing
gases they gathered to live their day, and into gases at last they
dissolve again with all they bore. “

“Yes, “ I answered, “but they reform into new worlds. “

“That have no part with the old. This world, too, will melt, departing
to whence it came, as your sacred writings say, and what then of
those who dwelt and dwell thereon? No, Man of today, give me
Time in which I rule and keep your dreams of an Eternity that is not,
and in which you must still crawl and serve, even if it were. Yet, if I
might, I confess it, I would live on for ever, but as Master not as
Slave. “

On another night he began to tempt me, very subtly. “I see a spark of

greatness in you, Humphrey, “ he said, “and it comes into my heart
that you, too, might learn to rule. With Yva, the last of my blood, it is
otherwise. She is the child of my age and of a race outworn; too
gentle, too much all womanly. The soul that triumphs must shine
like steel in the sun, and cut if need be; not merely be beauteous and
shed perfume like a lily in the shade. Yet she is very wise and fair, “
here he looked at me, “perchance of her might come children such as

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were their forefathers, who again would wield the sceptre of the
dominion of the earth. “

I made no answer, wondering what he meant exactly and thinking it

wisest to be silent.

“You are of the short-lived races, “ he went on, “yet very much a
man, not without intelligence, and by the arts I have I can so
strengthen your frame that it will endure the shocks of time for three
such lives as yours, or perchance for more, and then—”

Again he paused and went on:

“The Daughter of kings likes you also, perhaps because you

resemble—” here he fixed me with his piercing eyes, “a certain
kinglet of base blood whom once she also liked, but whom it was my
duty to destroy. Well, I must think. I must study this world of yours
also and therein you may help me. Perhaps afterwards I will tell you
how. Now sleep. “

In another moment he was gone, but notwithstanding his powerful

command, for a while I could not sleep. I understood that he was
offering Yva to me, but upon what terms? That was the question.
With her was to go great dominion over the kingdoms of the earth. I
could not help remembering that always this has been and still is
Satan’s favourite bait. To me it did not particularly appeal. I had
been ambitious in my time—who is not that is worth his salt? I could
have wished to excel in something, literature or art, or whatever it
might be, and thus to ensure the memory of my name in the world.

Of course this is a most futile desire, seeing that soon or late every
name must fade out of the world like an unfixed photograph which
is exposed to the sun. Even if it could endure, as the old demigod, or
demidevil, Oro, had pointed out, very shortly, by comparison with
Time’s unmeasured vastness, the whole solar system will also fade.
So of what use is this feeble love of fame and this vain attempt to be
remembered that animates us so strongly? Moreover, the idea of
enjoying mere temporal as opposed to intellectual power, appealed
to me not at all. I am a student of history and I know what has been
the lot of kings and the evil that, often enough, they work in their
little day.

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Also if I needed any further example, there was that of Oro himself.
He had outlived the greatness of his House, as a royal family is
called, and after some gigantic murder, if his own story was to be
believed, indulged in a prolonged sleep. Now he awoke to find
himself quite alone in the world, save for a daughter with whom he
did not agree or sympathise. In short, he was but a kind of animated
mummy inspired by one idea which I felt quite sure would be
disappointed, namely, to renew his former greatness. To me he
seemed as miserable a figure as one could imagine, brooding and
plotting in his illuminated cave, at the end of an extended but
misspent life.

Also I wondered what he, or rather his ego, had been doing during
all those two hundred and fifty thousand years of sleep. Possibly if
Yva’s theory, as I understood it, were correct, he had reincarnated as
Attila, or Tamerlane, or Napoleon, or even as Chaka the terrible Zulu
king. At any rate there he was still in the world, filled with the dread
of death, but consumed now as ever by his insatiable and most
useless finite ambitions.

Yva, also! Her case was his, but yet how different. In all this long
night of Time she had but ripened into one of the sweetest and most
gentle women that ever the world bore. She, too, was great in her
way, it appeared in her every word and gesture, but where was the
ferocity of her father? Where his desire to reach to splendour by
treading on a blood-stained road paved with broken human hearts?
It did not exist. Her nature was different although her body came of
a long line of these power-loving kings. Why this profound
difference of the spirit? Like everything else it was a mystery. The
two were as far apart as the Poles. Everyone must have hated Oro,
from the beginning, however much he feared him, but everyone who
came in touch with her must have loved Yva.

Here I may break into my personal narrative to say that this, by their
own confession, proved to be true of two such various persons as
Bastin and Bickley.

“The truth, which I am sure it would be wrong to hide from you,

Arbuthnot, “ said the former to me one day, “is that during your
long illness I fell in love, I suppose that is the right word, with the
Glittering Lady. After thinking the matter over also, I conceived that
it would be proper to tell her so if only to clear the air and prevent
future misunderstandings. As I remarked to her on that occasion, I

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had hesitated long, as I was not certain how she would fill the place
of the wife of the incumbent of an English parish. “

“Mothers’ Meetings, and the rest, “ I suggested.

“Exactly so, Arbuthnot. Also there were the views of the Bishop to be
considered, who might have objected to the introduction into the
diocese of a striking person who so recently had been a heathen, and
to one in such strong contrast to my late beloved wife. “

“I suppose you didn’t consider the late Mrs. Bastin’s views on the
subject of re-marriage. I remember that they were strong, “ I
remarked rather maliciously.

“No, I did not think it necessary, since the Scriptural instructions on

the matter are very clear, and in another world no doubt all
jealousies, even Sarah’s, will be obliterated. Upon that point my
conscience was quite easy. So when I found that, unlike her parent,
the Lady Yva was much inclined to accept the principles of the faith
in which it is my privilege to instruct her, I thought it proper to say
to her that if ultimately she made up her mind to do so—of course
this was a sine qua non—I should be much honoured, and as a man,
not as a priest, it would make me most happy if she would take me
as a husband. Of course I explained to her that I considered, under
the circumstances, I could quite lawfully perform the marriage
ceremony myself with you and Bickley as witnesses, even should
Oro refuse to give her away. Also I told her that although after her
varied experiences in the past, life at Fulcombe, if we could ever get
there, might be a little monotonous, still it would not be entirely
devoid of interest. “

“You mean Christmas decorations and that sort of thing? “

“Yes, and choir treats and entertaining Deputations and attending

other Church activities. “

“Well, and what did she say, Bastin? “

“Oh! she was most kind and flattering. Indeed that hour will always
remain the pleasantest of my life. I don’t know how it happened, but
when it was over I felt quite delighted that she had refused me.
Indeed on second thoughts, I am not certain but that I shall be much
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me to fill, than I should have been as her husband. To tell you the
truth, Arbuthnot, there are moments when I am not sure whether I
entirely understand the Lady Yva. It was rather like proposing to
one’s guardian angel. “

“Yes, “ I said, “that’s about it, old fellow. ‘Guardian Angel’ is not a
bad name for her. “

Afterwards I received the confidence of Bickley.

“Look here, Arbuthnot, “ he said. “I want to own up to something. I

think I ought to, because of certain things I have observed, in order
to prevent possible future misunderstandings. “

“What’s that? “ I asked innocently.

“Only this. As you know, I have always been a confirmed bachelor

on principle. Women introduce too many complications into life, and
although it involves some sacrifice, on the whole, I have thought it
best to do without them and leave the carrying on of the world to
others. “

“Well, what of it? Your views are not singular, Bickley. “

“Only this. While you were ill the sweetness of that Lady Yva and
her wonderful qualities as a nurse overcame me. I went to pieces all
of a sudden. I saw in her a realisation of every ideal I had ever
entertained of perfect womanhood. So to speak, my resolves of a
lifetime melted like wax in the sun. Notwithstanding her queer
history and the marvels with which she is mixed up, I wished to
marry her. No doubt her physical loveliness was at the bottom of it,
but, however that may be, there it was. “

“She is beautiful, “ I commented; “though I daresay older than she

looks. “

“That is a point on which I made no inquiries, and I should advise

you, when your turn comes, as no doubt it will, to follow my
example. You know, Arbuthnot, “ he mused, “however lovely a
woman may be, it would put one off if suddenly she announced that
she was—let us say—a hundred and fifty years old. “

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“Yes, “ I admitted, “for nobody wants to marry the contemporary of

his great-grandmother. However, she gave her age as twenty- seven
years and three moons. “

“And doubtless for once did not tell the truth. But, as she does not
look more than twenty-five, I think that we may all agree to let it
stand at that, namely, twenty-seven, plus an indefinite period of
sleep. At any rate, she is a sweet and most gracious woman,
apparently in the bloom of youth, and, to cut it short, I fell in love
with her. “

“Like Bastin, “ I said.

“Bastin! “ exclaimed Bickley indignantly. “You don’t mean to say

that clerical oaf presumed—well, well, after all, I suppose that he is a
man, so one mustn’t be hard on him. But who could have thought
that he would run so cunning, even when he knew my sentiments
towards the lady? I hope she told him her mind. “

“The point is, what did she tell you, Bickley? “

“Me? Oh, she was perfectly charming! It really was a pleasure to be

refused by her, she puts one so thoroughly at one’s ease. “ (Here,
remembering Bastin and his story, I turned away my face to hide a
smile. ) “She said—what did she say exactly? Such a lot that it is
difficult to remember. Oh! that she was not thinking of marriage.
Also, that she had not yet recovered from some recent love affair
which left her heart sore, since the time of her sleep did not count.
Also, that her father would never consent, and that the mere idea of
such a thing would excite his animosity against all of us. “

“Is that all? “ I asked.

“Not quite. She added that she felt wonderfully flattered and
extremely honoured by what I had been so good as to say to her. She
hoped, however, that I should never repeat it or even allude to the
matter again, as her dearest wish was to be able to look upon me as
her most intimate friend to whom she could always come for
sympathy and counsel. “

“What happened then? “

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“Nothing, of course, except that I promised everything that she

wished, and mean to stick to it, too. Naturally, I was very sore and
upset, but I am getting over it, having always practised self-control. “

“I am sorry for you, old fellow. “

“Are you? “ he asked suspiciously. “Then perhaps you have tried

your luck, too? “

“No, Bickley. “

His face fell a little at this denial, and he answered:

“Well, it would have been scarcely decent if you had, seeing how
lately you were married. But then, so was that artful Bastin. Perhaps
you will get over it—recent marriage, I mean—as he has. “ He
hesitated a while, then went on: “Of course you will, old fellow; I
know it, and, what is more, I seem to know that when your turn
comes you will get a different answer. If so, it will keep her in the
family as it were—and good luck to you. Only—”

“Only what? “ I asked anxiously.

“To be honest, Arbuthnot, I don’t think that there will be real good
luck for any one of us over this woman—not in the ordinary sense, I
mean. The whole business is too strange and superhuman. Is she
quite a woman, and could she really marry a man as others do? “

“It is curious that you should talk like that, “ I said uneasily. “I
thought that you had made up your mind that the whole business
was either illusion or trickery—I mean, the odd side of it. “

“If it is illusion, Arbuthnot, then a man cannot marry an illusion.

And if it is trickery, then he will certainly be tricked. But, supposing
that I am wrong, what then? “

“You mean, supposing things are as they seem to be? “

“Yes. In that event, Arbuthnot, I am sure that something will occur

to prevent your being united to a woman who lived thousands of
years ago. I am sorry to say it, but Fate will intervene. Remember, it
is the god of her people that I suppose she worships, and, I may add,
to which the whole world bows. “

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At his words a kind of chill fell upon me. I think he saw or divined it,
for after a few remarks upon some indifferent matter, he turned and
went away.

Shortly after this Yva came to sit with me. She studied me for a while
and I studied her. I had reason to do so, for I observed that of late her
dress had become much more modern, and on the present occasion
this struck me forcibly. I do not know exactly in what the change, or
changes, consisted, because I am not skilled in such matters and can
only judge of a woman’s garments by their general effect. At any
rate, the gorgeous sweeping robes were gone, and though her attire
still looked foreign and somewhat oriental, with a touch of barbaric
splendour about it— it was simpler than it had been and showed
more of her figure, which was delicate, yet gracious.

“You have changed your robes, Lady, “ I said. “Yes, Humphrey.

Bastin gave me pictures of those your women wear. “ (On further
investigation I found that this referred to an old copy of the Queen
newspaper, which, somehow or other, had been brought with the
books from the ship. ) “I have tried to copy them a little, “ she added
doubtfully.

“How do you do it? Where do you get the material? “ I asked.

“Oh! “ she answered with an airy wave of her hand, “I make it— it is
there. “

“I don’t understand, “ I said, but she only smiled radiantly, offering

no further explanation. Then, before I could pursue the subject, she
asked me suddenly:

“What has Bickley been saying to you about me? “ I fenced,

answering: “I don’t know. Bastin and Bickley talk of little else. You
seem to have been a great deal with them while I was ill. “

“Yes, a great deal. They are the nearest to you who were so sick. Is it
not so? “

“I don’t know, “ I answered again. “In my illness it seemed to me

that you were the nearest. “

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“About Bastin’s words I can guess, “ she went on. “But I ask again—
what has Bickley been saying to you about me? Of the first part, let it
be; tell me the rest. “

I intended to evade her question, but she fixed those violet,

compelling eyes upon me and I was obliged to answer.

“I believe you know as well as I do, “ I said; “but if you will have it,
it was that you are not as other human women are, and that he who
would treat you as such, must suffer; that was the gist of it. “

“Some might be content to suffer for such as I, “ she answered with

quiet sweetness. “Even Bastin and Bickley may be content to suffer
in their own little ways. “

“You know that is not what I meant, “ I interrupted angrily, for I felt
that she was throwing reflections on me.

“No; you meant that you agreed with Bickley that I am not quite a
woman, as you know women. “

I was silent, for her words were true.

Then she blazed out into one of her flashes of splendour, like
something that takes fire on an instant; like the faint and distant star
which flames into sudden glory before the watcher’s telescope.

“It is true that I am not as your women are—your poor, pale women,
the shadows of an hour with night behind them and before. Because
I am humble and patient, do you therefore suppose that I am not
great? Man from the little country across the sea, I lived when the
world was young, and gathered up the ancient wisdom of a greater
race than yours, and when the world is old I think that I still shall
live, though not in this shape or here, with all that wisdom’s essence
burning in my breast, and with all beauty in my eyes. Bickley does
not believe although he worships. You only half believe and do not
worship, because memory holds you back, and I myself do not
understand. I only know though knowing so much, still I seek roads
to learning, even the humble road called Bastin, that yet may lead
my feet to the gate of an immortal city. “

“Nor do I understand how all this can be, Yva, “ I said feebly, for she
dazzled and overwhelmed me with her blaze of power.

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“No, you do not understand. How can you, when even I cannot?
Thus for two hundred and fifty thousand years I slept, and they
went by as a lightning flash. One moment my father gave me the
draught and I laid me down, the next I awoke with you bending
over me, or so it seemed. Yet where was I through all those centuries
when for me time had ceased? Tell me, Humphrey, did you dream at
all while you were ill? I ask because down in that lonely cavern
where I sleep a strange dream came to me one night. It was of a
journey which, as I thought, you and I seemed to make together, past
suns and universes to a very distant earth. It meant nothing,
Humphrey. If you and I chanced to have dreamed the same thing, it
was only because my dream travelled to you. It is most common, or
used to be. Humphrey, Bickley is quite right, I am not altogether as
your women are, and I can bring no happiness to any man, or at the
least, to one who cannot wait. Therefore, perhaps you would do well
to think less of me, as I have counselled Bastin and Bickley. “

Then again she gazed at me with her wonderful, great eyes, and,
shaking her glittering head a little, smiled and went.

But oh! that smile drew my heart after her.

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Chapter XX

Oro and Arbuthnot Travel by Night

As time went on, Oro began to visit me more and more frequently,
till at last scarcely a night went by that he did not appear
mysteriously in my sleeping-place. The odd thing was that neither
Bickley nor Bastin seemed to be aware of these nocturnal calls.
Indeed, when I mentioned them on one or two occasions, they stared
at me and said it was strange that he should have come and gone as
they saw nothing of him.

On my speaking again of the matter, Bickley at once turned the

conversation, from which I gathered that he believed me to be
suffering from delusions consequent on my illness, or perhaps to
have taken to dreaming. This was not wonderful since, as I learned
afterwards, Bickley, after he was sure that I was asleep, made a
practice of tying a thread across my doorway and of ascertaining at
the dawn that it remained unbroken. But Oro was not to be caught in
that way. I suppose, as it was impossible for him to pass through the
latticework of the open side of the house, that he undid the thread
and fastened it again when he left; at least, that was Bastin’s
explanation, or, rather, one of them. Another was that he crawled
beneath it, but this I could not believe. I am quite certain that during
all his prolonged existence Oro never crawled.

At any rate, he came, or seemed to come, and pumped me—I can use
no other word—most energetically as to existing conditions in the
world, especially those of the civilised countries, their methods of
government, their social state, the physical characteristics of the
various races, their religions, the exact degrees of civilisation that
they had developed, their attainments in art, science and literature,
their martial capacities, their laws, and I know not what besides.

I told him all I could, but did not in the least seem to satisfy his
perennial thirst for information.

“I should prefer to judge for myself, “ he said at last. “Why are you
so anxious to learn about all these nations, Oro? “ I asked, exhausted.

“Because the knowledge I gather may affect my plans for the future,
“ he replied darkly.

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“I am told, Oro, that your people acquired the power of transporting

themselves from place to place. “

“It is true that the lords of the Sons of Wisdom had such power, and
that I have it still, O Humphrey. “

“Then why do you not go to look with your own eyes? “ I suggested.

“Because I should need a guide; one who could explain much in a

short time, “ he said, contemplating me with his burning glance until
I began to feel uncomfortable.

To change the subject I asked him whether he had any further

information about the war, which he had told me was raging in
Europe.

He answered: “Not much; only that it was going on with varying

success, and would continue to do so until the nations involved
therein were exhausted, “ or so he believed. The war did not seem
greatly to interest Oro. It was, he remarked, but a small affair
compared to those which he had known in the old days. Then he
departed, and I went to sleep.

Next night he appeared again, and, after talking a little on different

subjects, remarked quietly that he had been thinking over what I had
said as to his visiting the modern world, and intended to act upon
the suggestion.

“When? “ I asked.

“Now, “ he said. “I am going to visit this England of yours and the

town you call London, and you will accompany me. “

“It is not possible! “ I exclaimed. “We have no ship. “

“We can travel without a ship, “ said Oro.

I grew alarmed, and suggested that Bastin or Bickley would be a

much better companion than I should in my present weak state.

“An empty-headed man, or one who always doubts and argues,

would be useless, “ he replied sharply. “You shall come and you
only. “

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I expostulated; I tried to get up and fly—which, indeed, I did do, in

another sense.

But Oro fixed his eyes upon me and slowly waved his thin hand to
and fro above my head.

My senses reeled. Then came a great darkness.

They returned again. Now I was standing in an icy, reeking fog,

which I knew could belong to one place only—London, in
December, and at my side was Oro.

“Is this the climate of your wonderful city? “ he asked, or seemed to

ask, in an aggrieved tone.

I replied that it was, for about three months in the year, and began to
look about me.

Soon I found my bearings. In front of me were great piles of

buildings, looking dim and mysterious in the fog, in which I
recognised the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey, for
both could be seen from where we stood in front of the Westminster
Bridge Station. I explained their identity to Oro.

“Good, “ he said. “Let us enter your Place of Talk. “

“But I am not a member, and we have no passes for the Strangers’

Gallery, “ I expostulated.

“We shall not need any, “ he replied contemptuously. “Lead on. “

Thus adjured, I crossed the road, Oro following me. Looking round,
to my horror I saw him right in the path of a motor-bus which
seemed to go over him.

“There’s an end to Oro, “ thought I to myself. “Well, at any rate, I

have got home. “

Next instant he was at my side quite undisturbed by the incident of

the bus. We came to a policeman at the door and I hesitated,
expecting to be challenged. But the policeman seemed absolutely
indifferent to our presence, even when Oro marched past him in his

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flowing robes. So I followed with a like success. Then I understood

that we must be invisible.

We passed to the lobby, where members were hurrying to and fro,

and constituents and pressmen were gathered, and so on into the
House. Oro walked up its floor and took his stand by the table, in
front of the Speaker. I followed him, none saying us No.

As it chanced there was what is called a scene in progress—I think it

was over Irish matters; the details are of no account. Members
shouted, Ministers prevaricated and grew angry, the Speaker
intervened. On the whole, it was rather a degrading spectacle. I
stood, or seemed to stand, and watched it all. Oro, in his sweeping
robes, which looked so incongruous in that place, stepped, or
seemed to step, up to the principal personages of the Government
and Opposition, whom I indicated to him, and inspected them one
by one, as a naturalist might examine strange insects. Then,
returning to me, he said:

“Come away; I have seen and heard enough. Who would have
thought that this nation of yours was struggling for its life in war? “

We passed out of the House and somehow came to Trafalgar Square.

A meeting was in progress there, convened, apparently, to advocate
the rights of Labour, also those of women, also to protest against
things in general, especially the threat of Conscription in the service
of the country.

Here the noise was tremendous, and, the fog having lifted
somewhat, we could see everything. Speakers bawled from the base
of Nelson’s column. Their supporters cheered, their adversaries
rushed at them, and in one or two instances succeeded in pulling
them down. A woman climbed up and began to scream out
something which could only be heard by a few reporters gathered
round her. I thought her an unpleasant-looking person, and
evidently her remarks were not palatable to the majority of her
auditors. There was a rush, and she was dragged from the base of
one of Landseer’s lions on which she stood. Her skirt was half rent
off her and her bodice split down the back. Finally, she was
conveyed away, kicking, biting, and scratching, by a number of
police. It was a disgusting sight, and tumult ensued.

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“Let us go, “ said Oro. “Your officers of order are good; the rest is
not good. “

Later we found ourselves opposite to the doors of a famous

restaurant where a magnificent and gigantic commissionaire helped
ladies from motor-cars, receiving in return money from the men who
attended on them. We entered; it was the hour of dinner. The place
sparkled with gems, and the naked backs of the women gleamed in
the electric light. Course followed upon course; champagne flowed, a
fine band played, everything was costly; everything was, in a sense,
repellent.

“These are the wealthy citizens of a nation engaged in fighting for its
life, “ remarked Oro to me, stroking his long beard. “It is interesting,
very interesting. Let us go. “

We went out and on, passing a public-house crowded with women

who had left their babies in charge of children in the icy street. It was
a day of Intercession for the success of England in the war. This was
placarded everywhere. We entered, or, rather, Oro did, I following
him, one of the churches in the Strand where an evening service was
in progress. The preacher in the pulpit, a very able man, was holding
forth upon the necessity for national repentance and self-denial; also
of prayer. In the body of the church exactly thirty-two people, most
of them elderly women, were listening to him with an air of placid
acceptance.

“The priest talks well, but his hearers are not many, “ said Oro. “Let
us go. “

We came to the flaunting doors of a great music-hall and passed

through them, though to others this would have been impossible, for
the place was filled from floor to roof. In its promenades men were
drinking and smoking, while gaudy women, painted and low-robed,
leered at them. On the stage girls danced, throwing their legs above
their heads. Then they vanished amidst applause, and a woman in a
yellow robe, who pretended to be tipsy, sang a horrible and vulgar
song full of topical allusions, which was received with screams of
delight by the enormous audience.

“Here the hearers are very many, but those to whom they listen do
not talk well. Let us go, “ said Oro, and we went.

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At a recruiting station we paused a moment to consider posters

supposed to be attractive, the very sight of which sent a thrill of
shame through me. I remember that the inscription under one of
them was: “What will your best girl say? “

“Is that how you gather your soldiers? Later it will be otherwise, “
said Oro, and passed on.

We reached Blackfriars and entered a hall at the doors of which

stood women in poke-bonnets, very sweet-faced, earnest-looking
women. Their countenances seemed to strike Oro, and he motioned
me to follow him into the hall. It was quite full of a miserable-
looking congregation of perhaps a thousand people. A man in the
blue and red uniform of the Salvation Army was preaching of duty
to God and country, of self-denial, hope and forgiveness. He seemed
a humble person, but his words were earnest, and love flowed from
him. Some of his miserable congregation wept, others stared at him
open-mouthed, a few, who were very weary, slept. He called them
up to receive pardon, and a number, led by the sweet- faced women,
came and knelt before him. He and others whispered to them, then
seemed to bless them, and they rose with their faces changed.

“Let us go, “ said Oro. “I do not understand these rites, but at last in
your great and wonderful city I have seen something that is pure
and noble. “

We went out. In the streets there was great excitement. People ran to
and fro pointing upwards. Searchlights, like huge fingers of flame,
stole across the sky; guns boomed. At last, in the glare of a
searchlight, we saw a long and sinister object floating high above us
and gleaming as though it were made of silver. Flashes came from it
followed by terrible booming reports that grew nearer and nearer. A
house collapsed with a crash just behind us.

“Ah! “ said Oro, with a smile. “I know this—it is war, war as it was
when the world was different and yet the same. “

As he spoke, a motor-bus rumbled past. Another flash and

explosion. A man, walking with his arms round the waist of a girl
just ahead of us; seemed to be tossed up and to melt. The girl fell in a
heap on the pavement; somehow her head and her feet had come
quite close together and yet she appeared to be sitting down. The
motor-bus burst into fragments and its passengers hurtled through

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the air, mere hideous lumps that had been men and women. The
head of one of them came dancing down the pavement towards us, a
cigar still stuck in the corner of its mouth.

“Yes, this is war, “ said Oro. “It makes me young again to see it. But
does this city of yours understand? “

We watched a while. A crowd gathered. Policemen ran up,

ambulances came. The place was cleared, and all that was left they
carried away. A few minutes later another man passed by with his
arm round the waist of another girl. Another motor-bus rumbled up,
and, avoiding the hole in the roadway, travelled on, its conductor
keeping a keen look-out for fares.

The street was cleared by the police; the airship continued its course,
spawning bombs in the distance, and vanished. The incident was
closed.

“Let us go home, “ said Oro. “I have seen enough of your great and
wonderful city. I would rest in the quiet of Nyo and think. “

The next thing that I remember was the voice of Bastin, saying:

“If you don’t mind, Arbuthnot, I wish that you would get up. The
Glittering Lady (he still called her that) is coming here to have a talk
with me which I should prefer to be private. Excuse me for
disturbing you, but you have overslept yourself; indeed, I think it
must be nine o’clock, so far as I can judge by the sun, for my watch is
very erratic now, ever since Bickley tried to clean it. “

“I am sorry, my dear fellow, “ I said sleepily, “but do you know I

thought I was in London—in fact, I could swear that I have been
there. “

“Then, “ interrupted Bickley, who had followed Bastin into the hut,
giving me that doubtful glance with which I was now familiar, “I
wish to goodness that you had brought back an evening paper with
you. “

A night or two later I was again suddenly awakened to feel that Oro
was approaching. He appeared like a ghost in the bright moonlight,
greeted me, and said:

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“Tonight, Humphrey, we must make another journey. I would visit

the seat of the war. “

“I do not wish to go, “ I said feebly.

“What you wish does not matter, “ he replied. “I wish that you
should go, and therefore you must. “

“Listen, Oro, “ I exclaimed. “I do not like this business; it seems

dangerous to me. “

“There is no danger if you are obedient, Humphrey. “

“I think there is. I do not understand what happens. Do you make

use of what the Lady Yva called the Fourth Dimension, so that our
bodies pass over the seas and through mountains, like the vibrations
of our Wireless, of which I was speaking to you? “

“No, Humphrey. That method is good and easy, but I do not use it
because if I did we should be visible in the places which we visit,
since there all the atoms that make a man would collect together
again and be a man. “

“What, then, do you do? “ I asked, exasperated.

“Man, Humphrey, is not one; he is many. Thus, amongst other

things he has a Double, which can see and hear, as he can in the
flesh, if it is separated from the flesh. “

“The old Egyptians believed that, “ I said.

“Did they? Doubtless they inherited the knowledge from us, the
Sons of Wisdom. The cup of our learning was so full that, keep it
secret as we would, from time to time some of it overflowed among
the vulgar, and doubtless thus the light of our knowledge still burns
feebly in the world. “

I reflected to myself that whatever might be their other

characteristics, the Sons of Wisdom had lost that of modesty, but I
only asked how he used his Double, supposing that it existed.

“Very easily, “ he answered. “In sleep it can be drawn from the body
and sent upon its mission by one that is its master. “

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“Then while you were asleep for all those thousands of years your
Double must have made many journeys. “

“Perhaps, “ he replied quietly, “and my spirit also, which is another

part of me that may have dwelt in the bodies of other men. But
unhappily, if so I forget, and that is why I have so much to learn and
must even make use of such poor instruments as you, Humphrey. “

“Then if I sleep and you distil my Double out of me, I suppose that
you sleep too. In that case who distils your Double out of you, Lord
Oro? “

He grew angry and answered:

“Ask no more questions, blind and ignorant as you are. It is your

part not to examine, but to obey. Sleep now, “ and again he waved
his hand over me.

In an instant, as it seemed, we were standing in a grey old town that

I judged from its appearance must be either in northern France or
Belgium. It was much shattered by bombardment; the church, for
instance, was a ruin; also many of the houses had been burnt. Now,
however, no firing was going on for the town had been taken. The
streets were full of armed men wearing the German uniform and
helmet. We passed down them and were able to see into the houses.
In some of these were German soldiers engaged in looting and in
other things so horrible that even the unmoved Oro turned away his
head.

We came to the market-place. It was crowded with German troops,

also with a great number of the inhabitants of the town, most of
them elderly men and women with children, who had fallen into
their power. The Germans, under the command of officers, were
dragging the men from the arms of their wives and children to one
side, and with rifle-butts beating back the screaming women. Among
the men I noticed two or three priests who were doing their best to
soothe their companions and even giving them absolution in hurried
whispers.

At length the separation was effected, whereon at a hoarse word of

command, a company of soldiers began to fire at the men and
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among the slaughtered and with pistols blew out the brains of any
who still moved.

“These butchers, you say, are Germans? “ asked Oro of me.

“Yes, “ I answered, sick with horror, for though I was in the mind
and not in the body, I could feel as the mind does. Had I been in the
body also, I should have fainted.

“Then we need not waste time in visiting their country. It is enough;

let us go on. “

We passed out into the open land and came to a village. It was in the
occupation of German cavalry. Two of them held a little girl of nine
or ten, one by her body, the other by her right hand. An officer stood
between them with a drawn sword fronting the terrified child. He
was a horrible, coarse-faced man who looked to me as though he had
been drinking.

“I’ll teach the young devil to show us the wrong road and let those
French swine escape, “ he shouted, and struck with the sword. The
girl’s right hand fell to the ground.

“War as practised by the Germans! “ remarked Oro. Then he

stepped, or seemed to step up to the man and whispered, or seemed
to whisper, in his ear.

I do not know what tongue or what spirit speech he used, or what he

said, but the bloated-faced brute turned pale. Yes, he drew sick with
fear.

“I think there are spirits in this place, “ he said with a German oath.
“I could have sworn that something told me that I was going to die.
Mount! “

The Uhlans mounted and began to ride away.

“Watch, “ said Oro.

As he spoke out of a dark cloud appeared an aeroplane. Its pilot saw

the band of Germans beneath and dropped a bomb. The aim was
good, for the missile exploded in the midst of them, causing a great
cloud of dust from which arose the screams of men and horses.

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“Come and see, “ said Oro.

We were there. Out of the cloud of dust appeared one man galloping
furiously. He was a young fellow who, as I noted, had turned his
head away and hidden his eyes with his hand when the horror was
done yonder. All the others were dead except the officer who had
worked the deed. He was still living, but both his hands and one of
his feet had been blown away. Presently he died, screaming to God
for mercy.

We passed on and came to a barn with wide doors that swung a little
in the wind, causing the rusted hinges to scream like a creature in
pain. On each of these doors hung a dead man crucified. The hat of
one of them lay upon the ground, and I knew from the shape of it
that he was a Colonial soldier.

“Did you not tell me, “ said Oro after surveying them, “that these
Germans are of your Christian faith? “

“Yes; and the Name of God is always on their ruler’s lips. “

“Ah! “ he said, “I am glad that I worship Fate. Bastin the priest need
trouble me no more. “

“There is something behind Fate, “ I said, quoting Bastin himself.

“Perhaps. So indeed I have always held, but after much study I

cannot understand the manner of its working. Fate is enough for
me.“

We went on and came to a flat country that was lined with ditches,
all of them full of men, Germans on one side, English and French
upon the other. A terrible bombardment shook the earth, the shells
raining upon the ditches. Presently that from the English guns
ceased and out of the trenches in front of them thousands of men
were vomited, who ran forward through a hail of fire in which
scores and hundreds fell, across an open piece of ground that was
pitted with shell craters. They came to barbed wire defenses, or what
remained of them, cut the wire with nippers and pulled up the posts.
Then through the gaps they surged in, shouting and hurling hand
grenades. They reached the German trenches, they leapt into them
and from those holes arose a hellish din. Pistols were fired and
everywhere bayonets flashed.

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Behind them rushed a horde of little, dark-skinned men, Indians

who carried great knives in their hands. Those leapt over the first
trench and running on with wild yells, dived into the second, those
who were left of them, and there began hacking with their knives at
the defenders and the soldiers who worked the spitting maxim guns.
In twenty minutes it was over; those lines of trenches were taken,
and once more from either side the guns began to boom.

“War again, “ said Oro, “clean, honest war, such as the god I call
Fate decrees for man. I have seen enough. Now I would visit those
whom you call Turks. I understand they have another worship and
perhaps they are nobler than these Christians. “

We came to a hilly country which I recognised as Armenia, for once I

travelled there, and stopped on an seashore. Here were the Turks in
thousands. They were engaged in driving before them mobs of men,
women and children in countless numbers. On and on they drove
them till they reached the shore. There they massacred them with
bayonets, with bullets, or by drowning. I remember a dreadful scene
of a poor woman standing up to her waist in the water. Three
children were clinging to her—but I cannot go on, really I cannot go
on. In the end a Turk waded out and bayoneted her while she strove
to protect the last living child with her poor body whence it sprang.

“These, I understand, “ said Oro, pointing to the Turkish soldiers,

“worship a prophet who they say is the voice of God. “

“Yes, “ I answered, “and therefore they massacre these who are

Christians because they worship God without a prophet. “

“And what do the Christians massacre each other for? “

“Power and the wealth and territories that are power. That is, the
King of the Germans wishes to rule the world, but the other Nations
do not desire his dominion. Therefore they fight for Liberty and
Justice. “

“As it was, so it is and shall be, “ remarked Oro, “only with this
difference. In the old world some were wise, but here—” and he
stopped, his eyes fixed upon the Armenian woman struggling in her
death agony while the murderer drowned her child, then added:
“Let us go. “

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Our road ran across the sea. On it we saw a ship so large that it
attracted Oro’s attention, and for once he expressed astonishment.

“In my day, “ he said, “we had no vessels of this greatness in the

world. I wish to look upon it. “

We landed on the deck of the ship, or rather the floating palace, and
examined her. She carried many passengers, some English, some
American, and I pointed out to Oro the differences between the two
peoples. These were not, he remarked, very wide except that the
American women wore more jewels, also that some of the American
men, to whom we listened as they conversed, spoke of the greatness
of their country, whereas the Englishmen, if they said anything
concerning it, belittled their country.

Presently, on the surface of the sea at a little distance appeared

something strange, a small and ominous object like a can on the top
of a pole. A voice cried out “Submarine! “ and everyone near rushed
to look.

“If those Germans try any of their monkey tricks on us, I guess the
United States will give them hell, “ said another voice near by.

Then from the direction of the pole with the tin can on the top of it,
came something which caused a disturbance in the smooth water
and bubbles to rise in its wake.

“A torpedo! “ cried some.

“Shut your mouth, “ said the voice. “Who dare torpedo a vessel full
of the citizens of the United States? “

Next came a booming crash and a flood of upthrown water, in the

wash of which that speaker was carried away into the deep. Then
horror! horror! horror! indescribable, as the mighty vessel went
wallowing to her doom. Boats launched; boats overset; boats
dragged under by her rush through the water which could not be
stayed. Maddened men and women running to and fro, their eyes
starting from their heads, clasping children, fastening lifebelts over
their costly gowns, or appearing from their cabins, their hands filled
with jewels that they sought to save. Orders cried from high places
by stern-faced officers doing their duty to the last. And a little way
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Then the plunge of the enormous ship into the deep, its huge screws
still whirling in the air and the boom of the bursting boilers. Lastly
everything gone save a few boats floating on the quiet sea and
around them dots that were the heads of struggling human beings.

“Let us go home, “ said Oro. “I grow tired of this war of your

Christian peoples. It is no better than that of the barbarian nations of
the early world. Indeed it is worse, since then we worshipped Fate
and but a few of us had wisdom. Now you all claim wisdom and
declare that you worship a God of Mercy. “

With these words still ringing in my ears I woke up upon the Island
of Orofena, filled with terror at the horrible possibilities of
nightmare.

What else could it be? There was the brown and ancient cone of the
extinct volcano. There were the tall palms of the main island and the
lake glittering in the sunlight between. There was Bastin conducting
a kind of Sunday school of Orofenans upon the point of the Rock of
Offerings, as now he had obtained the leave of Oro to do. There was
the mouth of the cave, and issuing from it Bickley, who by help of
one of the hurricane lamps had been making an examination of the
buried remains of what he supposed to be flying machines. Without
doubt it was nightmare, and I would say nothing to them about it for
fear of mockery.

Yet two nights later Oro came again and after the usual
preliminaries, said:

“Humphrey, this night we will visit that mighty American nation, of

which you have told me so much, and the other Neutral Countries. “

[At this point there is a gap in Mr. Arbuthnot’s M. S., so Oro’s

reflections on the Neutral Nations, if any, remain unrecorded. It
continues: ]

On our homeward way we passed over Australia, making a detour

to do so. Of the cities Oro took no account. He said that they were
too large and too many, but the country interested him so much that
I gathered he must have given great attention to agriculture at some
time in the past. He pointed out to me that the climate was fine, and
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storage it could support tens of millions and feed not only itself but a
great part of the outlying world.

“But where are the people? “ he asked. “Outside of those huge hives,
“ and he indicated the great cities, “I see few of them, though
doubtless some of the men are fighting in this war. Well, in the days
to come this must be remedied. “

Over New Zealand, which he found beautiful, he shook his head for
the same reason.

On another night we visited the East. China with its teeming millions
interested him extremely, partly because he declared these to be the
descendants of one of the barbarian nations of his own day. He made
a remark to the effect that this race had always possessed points and
capacities, and that he thought that with proper government and
instruction their Chinese offspring would be of use in a regenerated
world.

For the Japanese and all that they had done in two short generations,
he went so far as to express real admiration, a very rare thing with
Oro, who was by nature critical. I could see that mentally he put a
white mark against their name.

India, too, really moved him. He admired the ancient buildings at

Delhi and Agra, especially the Taj Mahal. This, he declared, was
reminiscent of some of the palaces that stood at Pani, the capital city
of the Sons of Wisdom, before it was destroyed by the Barbarians.

The English administration of the country also attracted a word of

praise from him, I think because of its rather autocratic character.
Indeed he went so far as to declare that, with certain modifications, it
should be continued in the future, and even to intimate that he
would bear the matter in mind. Democratic forms of government
had no charms for Oro.

Amongst other places, we stopped at Benares and watched the

funeral rites in progress upon the banks of the holy Ganges. The
bearers of the dead brought the body of a woman wrapped in a red
shroud that glittered with tinsel ornaments. Coming forward at a
run and chanting as they ran, they placed it upon the stones for a
little while, then lifted it up again and carried it down the steps to
the edge of the river. Here they took water and poured it over the

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corpse, thus performing the rite of the baptism of death. This done,
they placed its feet in the water and left it looking very small and
lonely. Presently appeared a tall, white-draped woman who took her
stand by the body and wailed. It was the dead one’s mother. Again
the bearers approached and laid the corpse upon the flaming pyre.

“These rites are ancient, “ said Oro. “When I ruled as King of the
World they were practised in this very place. It is pleasant to me to
find something that has survived the changefulness of Time. Let it
continue till the end. “

Here I will cease. These experiences that I have recorded are but
samples, for also we visited Russia and other countries. Perhaps, too,
they were not experiences at all, but only dreams consequent on my
state of health. I cannot say for certain, though much of what I
seemed to see fitted in very well indeed with what I learned in after
days, and certainly at the time they appeared as real as though Oro
and I had stood together upon those various shores.

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Chapter XXI

Love’s Eternal Altar

Now of all these happenings I said very little to Bastin and Bickley.
The former would not have understood them, and the latter
attributed what I did tell him to mental delusions following on my
illness. To Yva I did speak about them, however, imploring her to
explain their origin and to tell me whether or not they were but
visions of the night.

She listened to me, as I thought not without anxiety, from which I

gathered that she too feared for my mind. It was not so, however, for
she said:

“I am glad, O Humphrey, that your journeyings are done, since such

things are not without danger. He who travels far out of the body
may chance to return there no more. “

“But were they journeyings, or dreams? “ I asked.

She evaded a direct answer.

“I cannot say. My father has great powers. I do not know them all. It
is possible that they were neither journeyings nor dreams. Mayhap
he used you as the sorcerers in the old days used the magic glass,
and after he had put his spell upon you, read in your mind that
which passes elsewhere. “

I understood her to refer to what we call clairvoyance, when the

person entranced reveals secret or distant things to the entrancer.
This is a more or less established phenomenon and much less
marvelous than the actual transportation of the spiritual self through
space. Only I never knew of an instance in which the seer, on
awaking, remembered the things that he had seen, as in my case.
There, however, the matter rested, or rests, for I could extract
nothing more from Yva, who appeared to me to have her orders on
the point.

Nor did Oro ever talk of what I had seemed to see in his company,
although he continued from time to time to visit me at night. But
now our conversation was of other matters. As Bastin had

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discovered, by some extraordinary gift he had soon learned how to

read the English language, although he never spoke a single word in
that tongue. Among our reference books that we brought from the
yacht, was a thin paper edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica,
which he borrowed when he discovered that it contained
compressed information about the various countries of the world,
also concerning almost every other matter. My belief is that within a
month or so that marvelous old man not only read this stupendous
work from end to end, but that he remembered everything of interest
which it contained. At least, he would appear and show the fullest
acquaintance with certain subjects or places, seeking further light
from me concerning them, which very often I was quite unable to
give him.

An accident, as it chanced, whereof I need not set out the details,

caused me to discover that his remarkable knowledge was limited.
Thus, at one period, he knew little about any modern topic which
began with a letter later in the alphabet than, let us say, C. A few
days afterwards he was acquainted with those up to F, or G; and so
on till he reached Z, when he appeared to me to know everything,
and returned the book. Now, indeed, he was a monument of
learning, very ancient and very new, and with some Encyclopedia-
garnered facts or deductions of what had happened between.

Moreover, he took to astronomical research, for more than once we

saw him standing on the rock at night studying the heavens. On one
of these occasions, when he had the two metal plates, of which I have
spoken, in his hands, I ventured to approach and ask what he did.
He replied that he was checking his calculations that he found to be
quite correct, an exact period of two hundred and fifty thousand
years having gone by since he laid himself down to sleep. Then, by
aid of the plates, he pointed out to me certain alterations that had
happened during that period in the positions of some of the stars.

For instance, he showed me one which, by help of my glasses, I

recognised as Sirius, and remarked that two hundred and fifty
thousand years ago it was further away and much smaller. Now it
was precisely in the place and of the size which he had predicted,
and he pointed to it on his prophetic map. Again he indicated a star
that the night-glass told me was Capella, which, I suppose, is one of
the most brilliant stars in the sky, and showed me that on the map he
had made two hundred and fifty thousand years ago, it did not exist,
as then it was too far north to appear thereon. Still, he observed, the

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passage of this vast period of time had produced but little effect
upon the face of the heavens. To the human eye the majority of the
stars had not moved so very far.

“And yet they travel fast, O Humphrey, “ he said. “Consider then

how great is their journey between the time they gather and that day
when, worn-out, once more they melt to vaporous gas. You think me
long-lived who compared to them exist but a tiny fraction of a
second, nearly all of which I have been doomed to pass in sleep.
And, Humphrey, I desire to live—I, who have great plans and would
shake the world. But my day draws in; a few brief centuries and I
shall be gone, and—whither, whither? “

“If you lived as long as those stars, the end would be the same, Oro.“

“Yes, but the life of the stars is very long, millions of millions of
years; also, after death, they reform, as other stars. But shall I reform
as another Oro? With all my wisdom, I do not know. It is known to
Fate only—Fate-the master of worlds and men and the gods they
worship—Fate, whom it may please to spill my gathered knowledge,
to be lost in the sands of Time. “

“It seems that you are great, “ I said, “and have lived long and
learned much. Yet the end of it is that your lot is neither worse nor
better than that of us creatures of an hour. “

“It is so, Humphrey. Presently you will die, and within a few
centuries I shall die also and be as you are. You believe that you will
live again eternally. It may be so because you do believe, since Fate
allows Faith to shape the future, if only for a little while. But in me
Wisdom has destroyed Faith and therefore I must die. Even if I sleep
again for tens of thousands of years, what will it help me, seeing that
sleep is unconsciousness and that I shall only wake again to die,
since sleep does not restore to us our youth? “

He ceased, and walked up and down the rock with a troubled mien.
Then he stood in front of me and said in a triumphant voice:

“At least, while I live I will rule, and then let come what may come. I
know that you do not believe, and the first victory of this new day of
mine shall be to make you believe. I have great powers and you shall
see them at work, and afterwards, if things go right, rule with me for
a little while, perhaps, as the first of my subjects. Hearken now; in

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one small matter my calculations, made so long ago, have gone

wrong. They showed me that at this time a day of earthquakes, such
as those that again and again have rocked and split the world, would
recur. But now it seems that there is an error, a tiny error of eleven
hundred years, which must go by before those earthquakes come. “

“Are you sure, “ I suggested humbly, “that there is not also an error
in those star-maps you hold? “

“I am sure, Humphrey. Some day, who knows? You may return to

your world of modern men who, I gather, have knowledge of the
great science of astronomy. Take now these maps with which I have
done, and submit them to the most learned of those men, and let
them tell you whether I was right or wrong in what I wrote upon
this metal two hundred and fifty thousand years ago. Whatever else
is false, at least the stars in their motions can never die. “

Then he handed me the maps and was gone. I have them today, and
if ever this book is published, they will appear with it, that those
who are qualified may judge of them and of the truth or otherwise of
Oro’s words.

From that night forward for quite a long time I saw Oro no more.
Nor indeed did any of us, since for some reason of his own he
forbade us to visit the under ground city of Nyo. Oddly enough,
however, he commanded Yva to bring down the spaniel, Tommy, to
be with him from time to time. When I asked her why, she said it
was because he was lonely and desired the dog’s companionship. It
seemed to us very strange that this super-man, who had the wisdom
of ten Solomons gathered in one within his breast, should yet desire
the company of a little dog. What then was the worth of learning and
long life, or, indeed, of anything? Well, Solomon himself asked the
question ages since, and could give no answer save that all is vanity.

I noted about this time that Yva began to grow very sad and
troubled; indeed, looking at her suddenly on two or three occasions,
I saw that her beautiful eyes were aswim with tears. Also, I noted
that always as she grew sadder she became, in a sense, more human.
In the beginning she was, as it were, far away. One could never
forget that she was the child of some alien race whose eyes had
looked upon the world when, by comparison, humanity was young;
at times, indeed, she might have been the denizen of another planet,
strayed to earth. Although she never flaunted it, one felt that her

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simplest word hid secret wisdom; that to her books were open in
which we could not read. Moreover, as I have said, occasionally
power flamed out of her, power that was beyond our ken and
understanding.

Yet with all this there was nothing elfish about her, nothing
uncanny. She was always kind, and, as we could feel, innately good
and gentle-hearted, just a woman made half-divine by gifts and
experience that others lack. She did not even make use of her
wondrous beauty to madden men, as she might well have done had
she been so minded. It is true that both Bastin and Bickley fell in love
with her, but that was only because all with whom she had to do
must love her, and then, when she told them that it might not be, it
was in such a fashion that no soreness was left behind. They went on
loving her, that was all, but as men love their sisters or their
daughters; as we conceive that they may love in that land where
there is no marrying or giving in marriage.

But now, in her sadness, she drew ever nearer to us, and especially
to myself, more in tune with our age and thought. In truth, save for
her royal and glittering loveliness in which there was some quality
which proclaimed her of another blood, and for that reserve of
hidden power which at times would look out of her eyes or break
through her words, she might in most ways have been some
singularly gifted and beautiful modern woman.

The time has come when I must speak of my relations with Yva and
of their climax. As may have been guessed, from the first I began to
love her. While the weeks went on that love grew and grew, until it
utterly possessed me, although for a certain reason connected with
one dead, at first I fought against it. Yet it did not develop quite in
the fashion that might have been expected. There was no blazing up
of passion’s fire; rather was there an ever-increasing glow of the
holiest affection, till at last it became a lamp by which I must guide
my feet through life and death. This love of mine seemed not of earth
but from the stars. As yet I had said nothing to her of it because in
some way I felt that she did not wish me to do so, felt also that she
was well aware of all that passed within my heart, and desired, as it
were, to give it time to ripen there. Then one day there came a
change, and though no glance or touch of Yva’s told me so, I knew
that the bars were taken down and that I might speak.

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It was a night of full moon. All that afternoon she had been talking to
Bastin apart, I suppose about religion, for I saw that he had some
books in his hand from which he was expounding something to her
in his slow, earnest way. Then she came and sat with us while we
took our evening meal. I remember that mine consisted of some of
the Life-water which she had brought with her and fruit, for, as I
think I have said, I had acquired her dislike to meat, also that she ate
some plantains, throwing the skins for Tommy to fetch and laughing
at his play. When it was over, Bastin and Bickley went away
together, whether by chance or design I do not know, and she said to
me suddenly:

“Humphrey, you have often asked me about the city Pani, of which a
little portion of the ruins remains upon this island, the rest being
buried beneath the waters. If you wish I will show you where our
royal palace was before the barbarians destroyed it with their
airships. The moon is very bright, and by it we can see. “

I nodded, for, knowing what she meant, somehow I could not

answer her, and we began the ascent of the hill. She explained to me
the plan of the palace when we reached the ruins, showing me where
her own apartments had been, and the rest. It was very strange to
hear her quietly telling of buildings which had stood and of things
that had happened over two hundred and fifty thousand years
before, much as any modern lady might do of a house that had been
destroyed a month ago by an earthquake or a Zeppelin bomb, while
she described the details of a disaster which now frightened her no
more. I think it was then that for the first time I really began to
believe that in fact Yva had lived all those aeons since and been as
she still appeared.

We passed from the palace to the ruins of the temple, through what,
as she said, had been a pleasure-garden, pointing out where a certain
avenue of rare palms had grown, down which once it was her habit
to walk in the cool of the day. Or, rather, there were two terraced
temples, one dedicated to Fate like that in the underground city of
Nyo, and the other to Love. Of the temple to Fate she told me her
father had been the High Priest, and of the temple to Love she was
the High Priestess.

Then it was that I understood why she had brought me here.

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She led the way to a marble block covered with worn-out carvings
and almost buried in the debris. This, she said, was the altar of
offerings. I asked her what offerings, and she replied with a smile:

“Only wine, to signify the spirit of life, and flowers to symbolise its
fragrance, “ and she laid her finger on a cup-like depression, still
apparent in the marble, into which the wine was poured.

Indeed, I gathered that there was nothing coarse or bacchanalian

about this worship of a prototype of Aphrodite; on the contrary, that
it was more or less spiritual and ethereal. We sat down on the altar
stone. I wondered a little that she should have done so, but she read
my thought, and answered:

“Sometimes we change our faiths, Humphrey, or perhaps they grow.

Also, have I not told you that sacrifices were offered on this altar? “
and she sighed and smiled.

I do not know which was the sweeter, the smile or the sigh.

We looked at the water glimmering in the crater beneath us on the

edge of which we sat. We looked at heaven above in which the great
moon sailed royally. Then we looked into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, “ I said.

“I know it, “ she answered gently. “You have loved me from the
first, have you not? Even when I lay asleep in the coffin you began to
love me, but until you dreamed a certain dream you would not
admit it. “

“Yva, what was the meaning of that dream? “

“I cannot say, Humphrey. But I tell you this. As you will learn in
time, one spirit may be clothed in different garments of the flesh. “

I did not understand her, but, in some strange way, her words
brought to my mind those that Natalie spoke at the last, and I
answered:

“Yva, when my wife lay dying she bade me seek her elsewhere, for
certainly I should find her. Doubtless she meant beyond the shores
of death—or perhaps she also dreamed. “

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She bent her head, looking at me very strangely.

“Your wife, too, may have had the gift of dreams, Humphrey. As
you dream and I dream, so mayhap she dreamed. Of dreams, then,
let us say no more, since I think that they have served their purpose,
and all three of us understand. “

Then I stretched out my arms, and next instant my head lay upon
her perfumed breast. She lifted it and kissed me on the lips, saying:

“With this kiss again I give myself to you. But oh! Humphrey, do not
ask too much of the god of my people, Fate, “ and she looked me in
the eyes and sighed.

“What do you mean? “ I asked, trembling.

“Many, many things. Among them, that happiness is not for mortals,
and remember that though my life began long ago, I am mortal as
you are, and that in eternity time makes no difference. “

“And if so, Yva, what then? Do we meet but to part? “

“Who said it? Not I. Humphrey, I tell you this. Nor earth, nor
heaven, nor hell have any bars through which love cannot burst its
way towards reunion and completeness. Only there must be love,
manifested in many shapes and at many times, but ever striving to
its end, which is not of the flesh. Aye, love that has lost itself, love
scorned, love defeated, love that seems false, love betrayed, love
gone astray, love wandering through the worlds, love asleep and
living in its sleep, love awake and yet sleeping; all love that has in it
the germ of life. It matters not what form love takes. If it be true I tell
you that it will win its way, and in the many that it has seemed to
worship, still find the one, though perchance not here. “

At her words a numb fear gripped my heart.

“Not here? Then where? “ I said.

“Ask your dead wife, Humphrey. Ask the dumb stars. Ask the God
you worship, for I cannot answer, save in one word—Somewhere!
Man, be not afraid. Do you think that such as you and I can be lost in
the aching abysms of space? I know but little, yet I tell you that we
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and believe. For the doubting and timid there is naught. For those
who see with the eyes of the soul and stretch out their hands to grasp
there is all. Even Bastin will tell you this. “

“But, “ I said, “life is short. Those worlds are far away, and you are
near. “

She became wonderful, mysterious.

“Near I am far, “ she said; “and far I am near, if only this love of
yours is strong enough to follow and to clasp. And, Humphrey, it
needs strength, for here I am afraid that it will bear little of such fruit
as men desire to pluck. “

Again terror took hold of me, and I looked at her, for I did not know
what to say or ask.

“Listen, “ she went on. “Already my father has offered me to you in

marriage, has he not, but at a price which you do not understand?
Believe me, it is one that you should never pay, since the rule of the
world can be too dearly bought by the slaughter of half the world.
And if you would pay it, I cannot. “

“But this is madness! “ I exclaimed. “Your father has no powers over

our earth. “

“I would that I could think so, Humphrey. I tell you that he has
powers and that it is his purpose to use them as he has done before.
You, too, he would use, and me. “

“And, if so, Yva, we are lords of ourselves. Let us take each other
while we may. Bastin is a priest. “

“Lords of ourselves! Why, for ought I know, at this very moment

Oro watches us in his thought and laughs. Only in death,
Humphrey, shall we pass beyond his reach and become lords of
ourselves. “

“It is monstrous! “ I cried. “There is the boat, let us fly away. “

“What boat can bear us out of stretch of the arm of the old god of my
people, Fate, whereof Oro is the high priest? Nay, here we must wait
our doom. “

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“Doom, “ I said—”doom? What then is about to happen? “

“A terrible thing, as I think, Humphrey. Or, rather, it will not

happen. “

“Why not, if it must? “

“Beloved, “ she whispered, “Bastin has expounded to me a new faith

whereof the master-word is Sacrifice. The terrible thing will not
happen because of sacrifice! Ask me no more. “

She mused a while, seated there in the moonlight upon the ancient
altar of sacrifice, the veil she wore falling about her face and making
her mysterious. Then she threw it back, showing her lovely eyes and
glittering hair, and laughed.

“We have still an earthly hour, “ she said; “therefore let us forget the
far, dead past and the eternities to come and be joyful in that hour.
Now throw your arms about me and I will tell you strange stories of
lost days, and you shall look into my eyes and learn wisdom, and
you shall kiss my lips and taste of bliss— you, who were and are and
shall be—you, the beloved of Yva from the beginning to the end of
Time. “

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Chapter XXII

The Command

I think that both Bastin and Bickley, by instinct as it were, knew what
had passed between Yva and myself and that she had promised
herself to me. They showed this by the way in which they avoided
any mention of her name. Also they began to talk of their own plans
for the future as matters in which I had no part. Thus I heard them
discussing the possibility of escape from the island whereof
suddenly they seemed to have grown weary, and whether by any
means two men (two, not three) could manage to sail and steer the
lifeboat that remained upon the wreck. In short, as in all such cases,
the woman had come between; also the pressure of a common loss
caused them to forget their differences and to draw closer together. I
who had succeeded where they both had failed, was, they seemed to
think, out of their lives, so much that our ancient intimacy had
ended.

This attitude hurt me, perhaps because in many respects the

situation was awkward. They had, it is true, taken their failures
extremely well, still the fact remained that both of them had fallen in
love with the wonderful creature, woman and yet more than
woman, who had bound herself to me. How then could we go on
living together, I in prospective possession of the object that all had
desired, and they without the pale?

Moreover, they were jealous in another and quite a different fashion

because they both loved me in their own ways and were convinced
that I who had hitherto loved them, henceforward should have no
affection left to spare, since surely this Glittering Lady, this marvel of
wisdom and physical perfections would take it all. Of course they
were in error, since even if I could have been so base and selfish, this
was no conduct that Yva would have wished or even suffered. Still
that was their thought.

Mastering the situation I reflected a little while and then spoke

straight out to them.

“My friends, “ I said, “as I see that you have guessed, Yva and I are
affianced to each other and love each other perfectly. “

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“Yes, Arbuthnot, “ said Bastin, “we saw that in your face, and in hers
as she bade us good night before she went into the cave, and we
congratulate you and wish you every happiness. “

“We wish you every happiness, old fellow, “ chimed in Bickley. He

paused a while, then added, “But to be honest, I am not sure that I
congratulate you. “

“Why not, Bickley? “

“Not for the reason that you may suspect, Arbuthnot, I mean not
because you have won where we have lost, as it was only to be
expected that you would do, but on account of something totally
different. I told you a while ago and repetition is useless and painful.
I need only add therefore that since then my conviction has
strengthened and I am sure, sorry as I am to say it, that in this matter
you must prepare for disappointment and calamity. That woman, if
woman she really is, will never be the wife of mortal man. Now be
angry with me if you like, or laugh as you have the right to do,
seeing that like Bastin and yourself, I also asked her to marry me, but
something makes me speak what I believe to be the truth. “

“Like Cassandra, “ I suggested.

“Yes, like Cassandra who was not a popular person. “ At first I was
inclined to resent Bickley’s words—who would not have been in the
circumstances? Then of a sudden there rushed in upon my mind the
conviction that he spoke the truth. In this world Yva was not for me
or any man. Moreover she knew it, the knowledge peeped out of
every word she spoke in our passionate love scene by the lake. She
was aware, and subconsciously I was aware, that we were plighting
our troth, not for time but for eternity. With time we had little left to
do; not for long would she wear the ring I gave her on that holy
night.

Even Bastin, whose perceptions normally were not acute, felt that the
situation was strained and awkward and broke in with a curious air
of forced satisfaction:

“It’s uncommonly lucky for you, old boy, that you happen to have a
clergyman in your party, as I shall be able to marry you in a
respectable fashion. Of course I can’t say that the Glittering Lady is
as yet absolutely converted to our faith, but I am certain that she has

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absorbed enough of its principles to justify me in uniting her in

Christian wedlock. “

“Yes, “ I answered, “she has absorbed its principles; she told me as

much herself. Sacrifice, for instance, “ and as I spoke the word my
eyes filled with tears.

“Sacrifice! “ broke in Bickley with an angry snort, for he needed a

vent to his mental disturbance. “Rubbish. Why should every religion
demand sacrifice as savages do? By it alone they stand condemned. “

“Because as I think, sacrifice is the law of life, at least of all life that is
worth the living, “ I answered sadly enough. “Anyhow I believe you
are right, Bickley, and that Bastin will not be troubled to marry us. “

“You don’t mean, “ broke in Bastin with a horrified air, “that you
propose to dispense—”

“No, Bastin, I don’t mean that. What I mean is that it comes upon me
that something will prevent this marriage. Sacrifice, perhaps, though
in what shape I do not know. And now good night. I am tired. “

That night in the chill dead hour before the dawn Oro came again. I
woke up to see him seated by my bed, majestic, and, as it seemed to
me, lambent, though this may have been my imagination.

“You take strange liberties with my daughter, Barbarian, or she takes

strange liberties with you, it does not matter which, “ he said,
regarding me with his calm and terrible eyes.

“Why do you presume to call me Barbarian? “ I asked, avoiding the

main issue.

“For this reason, Humphrey. All men are the same. They have the
same organs, the same instincts, the same desires, which in essence
are but two, food and rebirth that Nature commands; though it is
true that millions of years before I was born, as I have learned from
the records of the Sons of Wisdom, it was said that they were half
ape. Yet being the same there is between them a whole sea of
difference, since some have knowledge and others none, or little.
Those who have none or little, among whom you must be numbered,
are Barbarians. Those who have much, among whom my daughter
and I are the sole survivors, are the Instructed. “

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“There are nearly two thousand millions of living people in this

world, “ I said, “and you name all of them Barbarians? “

“All, Humphrey, excepting, of course, myself and my daughter who

are not known to be alive. You think that you have learned much,
whereas in truth you are most ignorant. The commonest of the outer
nations, when I destroyed them, knew more than your wisest know
today. “

“You are mistaken, Oro; since then we have learned something of the
soul. “

“Ah! “ he exclaimed, “that interests me and perhaps it is true. Also, if

true it is very important, as I have told you before—or was it Bastin?
If a man has a soul, he lives, whereas even we Sons of Wisdom die,
and in Death what is the use of Wisdom? Because you can believe,
you have souls and are therefore, perhaps, heirs to life, foolish and
ignorant as you are today. Therefore I admit you and Bastin to be my
equals, though Bickley, who like myself believes nothing, is but a
common chemist and doctor of disease. “

“Then you bow to Faith, Oro? “

“Yes, and I think that my god Fate also bows to Faith. Perhaps,
indeed, Faith shapes Fate, not Fate, Faith. But whence comes that
faith which even I with all my learning cannot command? Why is it
denied to me and given to you and Bastin? “

“Because as Bastin would tell you, it is a gift, though one that is

never granted to the proud and self-sufficient. Become humble as a
child, Oro, and perchance you too may acquire faith. “

“And how shall I become humble? “

“By putting away all dreams of power and its exercise, if such you
have, and in repentance walking quietly to the Gates of Death, “ I
replied.

“For you, Humphrey, who have little or none of these things, that
may be easy. But for me who have much, if not all, it is otherwise.
You ask me to abandon the certain for the uncertain, the known for
the unknown, and from a half-god communing with the stars, to

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become an earthworm crawling in mud and lifting blind eyes

towards the darkness of everlasting night. “

“A god who must die is no god, half or whole, Oro; the earthworm
that lives on is greater than he. “

“Mayhap. Yet while I endure I will be as a god, so that when night

comes, if come it must, I shall have played my part and left my mark
upon this little world of ours. Have done! “ he added with a burst of
impatience. “What will you of my daughter? “

“What man has always willed of woman—herself, body and soul. “

“Her soul perchance is yours, if she has one, but her body is mine to
give or withhold. Yet it can be bought at a price, “ he added slowly.

“So she told me, Oro. “

“I can guess what she told you. Did I not watch you yonder by the
lake when you gave her a ring graved with the signs of Life and
Everlastingness? The question is, will you pay the price? “

“Not so; the question is—what is the price? “

“This; to enter my service and henceforth do my will—without

debate or cavil. “

“For what reward, Oro? “

“Yva and the dominion of the earth while you shall live, neither
more nor less. “

“And what is your will? “

“That you shall learn in due course. On the second night from this I
command the three of you to wait upon me at sundown in the
buried halls of Nyo. Till then you see no more of Yva, for I do not
trust her. She, too, has powers, though as yet she does not use them,
and perchance she would forget her oaths, and following some new
star of love, for a little while vanish with you out of my reach. Be in
the sepulchre at the hour of sundown on the second day from this,
all three of you, if you would continue to live upon the earth.

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Afterwards you shall learn my will and make your choice between
Yva with majesty and her loss with death. “

Then suddenly he was gone.

Next morning I told the others what had passed, and we talked the
matter over. The trouble was, of course, that Bickley did not believe
me. He had no faith in my alleged interviews with Oro, which he set
down to delusions of a semi-mesmeric character. This was not
strange, since it appeared that on the previous night he had watched
the door of my sleeping-place until dawn broke, which it did long
after Oro had departed, and he had not seen him either come or go,
although the moon was shining brightly.

When he told me this I could only answer that all the same he had
been there as, if he could speak, Tommy would have been able to
certify. As it chanced the dog was sleeping with me and at the first
sound of the approach of someone, woke up and growled. Then
recognising Oro, he went to him, wagged his tail and curled himself
up at his feet.

Bastin believed my story readily enough, saying that Oro was a

peculiar person who no doubt had ways of coming and going which
we did not understand. His point was, however, that he did not in
the least wish to visit Nyo any more. The wonders of its
underground palaces and temples had no charms for him. Also he
did not think he could do any good by going, since after “sucking
him as dry as an orange” with reference to religious matters “that
old vampire-bat Oro had just thrown him away like the rind, “ and,
he might add, “seemed no better for the juice he had absorbed. “

“I doubt, “ continued Bastin, “whether St. Paul himself could have

converted Oro, even if he performed miracles before him. What is
the use of showing miracles to a man who could always work a
bigger one himself? “

In short, Bastin’s one idea, and Bickley’s also for the matter of that,
was to get away to the main island and thence escape by means of
the boat, or in some other fashion.

I pointed out that Oro had said we must obey at the peril of our
lives; indeed that he had put it even more strongly, using words to
the effect that if we did not he would kill us.

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“I’d take the risk, “ said Bickley, “since I believe that you dreamt it
all, Arbuthnot. However, putting that aside, there is a natural reason
why you should wish to go, and for my own part, so do I in a way. I
want to see what that old fellow has up his extremely long sleeve, if
there is anything there at all. “

“Well, if you ask me, Bickley, “ I answered, “I believe it is the

destruction of half the earth, or some little matter of that sort. “

At this suggestion Bickley only snorted, but Bastin said cheerfully:

“I dare say. He is bad enough even for that. But as I am quite

convinced that it will never be allowed, his intentions do not trouble
me. “

I remarked that he seemed to have carried them out once before.

“Oh! you mean the Deluge. Well, no doubt there was a deluge, but I
am sure that Oro had no more to do with it than you or I, as I think I
have said already. Anyhow it is impossible to leave you to descend
into that hole alone. I suggest, therefore, that we should go into the
sepulchre at the time which you believe Oro appointed, and see
what happens. If you are not mistaken, the Glittering Lady will come
there to fetch us, since it is quite certain that we cannot work the lift
or whatever it is, alone. If you are mistaken we can just go back to
bed as usual. “

“Yes, that’s the best plan, “ said Bickley, shortly, after which the
conversation came to an end.

All that day and the next I watched and waited in vain for the
coming of Yva, but no Yva appeared. I even went as far as the
sepulchre, but it was as empty as were the two crystal coffins, and
after waiting a while I returned. Although I did not say so to Bickley,
to me it was evident that Oro, as he had said, was determined to cut
off all communication between us.

The second day drew to its close. Our simple preparations were
complete. They consisted mainly in making ready our hurricane
lamps and packing up a little food, enough to keep us for three or
four days if necessary, together with some matches and a good
supply of oil, since, as Bastin put it, he was determined not to be
caught like the foolish virgins in the parable.

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“You see, “ he added, “one never knows when it might please that
old wretch to turn off the incandescent gas or electric light, or
whatever it is he uses to illumine his family catacombs, and then it
would be awkward if we had no oil. “

“For the matter of that he might steal our lamps, “ suggested Bickley,
“in which case we should be where Moses was when the light went
out. “

“I have considered that possibility, “ answered Bastin, “and

therefore, although it is a dangerous weapon to carry loaded, I am
determined to take my revolver. If necessary I shall consider myself
quite justified in shooting him to save our lives and those of
thousands of others. “

At this we both laughed; somehow the idea of Bastin trying to shoot

Oro struck us as intensely ludicrous. Yet that very thing was to
happen.

It was a peculiarly beautiful sunset over the southern seas. To the

west the great flaming orb sank into the ocean, to the east appeared
the silver circle of the full moon. To my excited fancy they were like
scales hanging from the hand of a materialised spirit of calm. Over
the volcano and the lake, over the island with its palm trees, over the
seas beyond, this calm brooded. Save for a few travelling birds the
sky was empty; no cloud disturbed its peace; the world seemed
steeped in innocence and quiet.

All these things struck me, as I think they did the others, because by
the action of some simultaneous thought it came to our minds that
very probably we were looking on them for the last time. It is all
very well to talk of the Unknown and the Infinite whereof we are
assured we are the heirs, but that does not make it any easier for us
to part with the Known and the Finite. The contemplation of the
wonders of Eternity does not conceal the advantages of actual and
existent Time. In short there is no one of us, from a sainted
archbishop down to a sinful suicide, who does not regret the
necessity of farewell to the pleasant light and the kindly race of men
wherewith we are acquainted.

For after all, who can be quite certain of the Beyond? It may be
splendid, but it will probably be strange, and from strangeness, after
a certain age, we shrink. We know that all things will be different

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there; that our human relationships will be utterly changed, that

perhaps sex which shapes so many of them, will vanish to be
replaced by something unknown, that ambitions will lose their hold
of us, and that, at the best, the mere loss of hopes and fears will leave
us empty. So at least we think, who seek not variation but
continuance, since the spirit must differ from the body and that
thought alarms our intelligence.

At least some of us think so; others, like Bickley, write down the
future as a black and endless night, which after all has its
consolations since, as has been wisely suggested, perhaps oblivion is
better than any memories. Others again, like Bastin, would say of it
with the Frenchman, plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose. Yet
others, like Oro, consider it as a realm of possibilities, probably
unpleasant and perhaps non-existent; just this and nothing more.
Only one thing is certain, that no creature which has life desires to
leap into the fire and from the dross of doubts, to resolve the gold—
or the lead—of certainty.

“It is time to be going, “ said Bastin. “In these skies the sun seems to
tumble down, not to set decently as it does in England, and if we
wait any longer we shall be late for our appointment in the
sepulchre. I am sorry because although I don’t often notice scenery,
everything looks rather beautiful this evening. That star, for instance,
I think it is called Venus. “

“And therefore one that Arbuthnot should admire, “ broke in

Bickley, attempting to lighten matters with a joke. “But come on and
let us be rid of this fool’s errand. Certainly the world is a lovely place
after all, and for my part I hope that we haven’t seen the last of it, “
he added with a sigh.

“So do I, “ said Bastin, “though of course, Faith teaches us that there

are much better ones beyond. It is no use bothering about what they
are like, but I hope that the road to them doesn’t run through the
hole that the old reprobate, Oro, calls Nyo. “

A few minutes later we started, each of us carrying his share of the

impedimenta. I think that Tommy was the only really cheerful
member of the party, for he skipped about and barked, running
backwards and forwards into the mouth of the cave, as though to
hurry our movements.

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“Really, “ said Bastin, “it is quite unholy to see an animal going on in

that way when it knows that it is about to descend into the bowels of
the earth. I suppose it must like them. “

“Oh! no, “ commented Bickley, “it only likes what is in them— like
Arbuthnot. Since that little beast came in contact with the Lady Yva,
it has never been happy out of her company. “

“I think that is so, “ said Bastin. “At any rate I have noticed that it
has been moping for the last two days, as it always does when she is
not present. It even seems to like Oro who gives me the creeps,
perhaps because he is her father. Dogs must be very charitable
animals. “

By now we were in the cave marching past the wrecks of the half-
buried flying-machines, which Bickley, as he remarked regretfully,
had never found time thoroughly to examine. Indeed, to do so
would have needed more digging than we could do without proper
instruments, since the machines were big and deeply entombed in
dust.

We came to the sepulchre and entered.

“Well, “ said Bickley, seating himself on the edge of one of the

coffins and holding up his lamp to look about him, “this place seems
fairly empty. No one is keeping the assignation, Arbuthnot, although
the sun is well down. “

As he spoke the words Yva stood before us. Whence she came we
did not see, for all our backs were turned at the moment of her
arrival. But there she was, calm, beautiful, radiating light.

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Chapter XXIII

In the Temple of Fate

Yva glanced at me, and in her eyes I read tenderness and solicitude,
also something of inquiry. It seemed to me as though she were
wondering what I should do under circumstances that might, or
would, arise, and in some secret fashion of which I was but half
conscious, drawing an answer from my soul. Then she turned, and,
smiling in her dazzling way, said:

“So, Bickley, as usual, you did not believe? Because you did not see
him, therefore the Lord Oro, my father, never spoke with
Humphrey. As though the Lord Oro could not pass you without
your knowledge, or, perchance, send thoughts clothed in his own
shape to work his errand. “

“How do you know that I did not believe Arbuthnot’s story? “

Bickley asked in a rather cross voice and avoiding the direct issue.
“Do you also send thoughts to work your errands clothed in your
own shape, Lady Yva? “

“Alas! not so, though perhaps I could if I might. It is very simple,

Bickley. Standing here, I heard you say that although the sun was
well down there was no one to meet you as Humphrey had
expected, and from those words and your voice I guessed the rest. “

“Your knowledge of the English language is improving fast, Lady

Yva. Also, when I spoke, you were not here. “

“At least I was very near, Bickley, and these walls are thinner than
you think, “ she answered, contemplating what seemed to be solid
rock with eyes that were full of innocence. “Oh! friend, “ she went on
suddenly, “I wonder what there is which will cause you to believe
that you do not know all; that there exist many things beyond the
reach of your learning and imagination? Well, in a day or two,
perhaps, even you will admit as much, and confess it to me—
elsewhere, “ and she sighed.

“I am ready to confess now that much happens which I do not

understand at present, because I have not the key to the trick, “ he
replied.

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Yva shook her head at him and smiled again. Then she motioned to
all of us to stand close to her, and, stooping, lifted Tommy in her
arms. Next moment that marvel happened which I have described
already, and we were whirling downwards through space, to find
ourselves in a very little time standing safe in the caves of Nyo,
breathless with the swiftness of our descent. How and on what we
descended neither I nor the others ever learned. It was and must
remain one of the unexplained mysteries of our great experience.

“Whither now, Yva? “ I asked, staring about me at the radiant

vastness.

“The Lord Oro would speak with you, Humphrey. Follow. And I
pray you all do not make him wrath, for his mood is not gentle. “

So once more we proceeded down the empty streets of that

underground abode which, except that it was better illuminated,
reminded me of the Greek conception of Hades. We came to the
sacred fountain over which stood the guardian statue of Life,
pouring from the cups she held the waters of Good and Ill that
mingled into one health-giving wine.

“Drink, all of you, “ she said; “for I think before the sun sets again
upon the earth we shall need strength, every one of us. “

So we drank, and she drank herself, and once more felt the blood go
dancing through our veins as though the draught had been some
nectar of the gods. Then, having extinguished the lanterns which we
still carried, for here they were needless, and we wished to save our
oil, we followed her through the great doors into the vast hall of
audience and advanced up it between the endless, empty seats. At its
head, on the dais beneath the arching shell, sat Oro on his throne. As
before, he wore the jewelled cap and the gorgeous, flowing robes,
while the table in front of him was still strewn with sheets of metal
on which he wrote with a pen, or stylus, that glittered like a
diamond or his own fierce eyes. Then he lifted his head and
beckoned to us to ascend the dais.

“You are here. It is well, “ he said, which was all his greeting. Only
when Tommy ran up to him he bent down and patted the dog’s head
with his long, thin hand, and, as he did so, his face softened. It was
evident to me that Tommy was more welcome to him than were the
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There was a long silence while, one by one, he searched us with his
piercing glance. It rested on me, the last of the three of us, and from
me travelled to Yva.

“I wonder why I have sent for you? “ he said at length, with a

mirthless laugh. “I think it must be that I may convince Bickley, the
sceptic, that there are powers which he does not understand, but that
I have the strength to move. Also, perhaps, that your lives may be
spared for my own purposes in that which is about to happen.
Hearken! My labours are finished; my calculations are complete, “
and he pointed to the sheets of metal before him that were covered
with cabalistic signs. “Tomorrow I am about to do what once before I
did and to plunge half the world in the deeps of ocean and lift again
from the depths that which has been buried for a quarter of a million
years. “

“Which half? “ asked Bickley.

“That is my secret, Physician, and the answer to it lies written here in

signs you cannot read. Certain countries will vanish, others will be
spared. I say that it is my secret. “

“Then, Oro, if you could do what you threaten, you would drown
hundreds of millions of people. “

“If I could do! If I could do! “ he exclaimed, glaring at Bickley. “Well,

tomorrow you shall see what I can do. Oh! why do I grow angry
with this fool? For the rest, yes, they must drown. What does it
matter? Their end will be swift; some few minutes of terror, that is
all, and in one short century every one of them would have been
dead. “

An expression of horror gathered on Bastin’s face.

“Do you really mean to murder hundreds of millions of people? “ he

asked, in a thick, slow voice.

“I have said that I intend to send them to that heaven or that hell of
which you are so fond of talking, Preacher, somewhat more quickly
than otherwise they would have found their way thither. They have
disappointed me, they have failed; therefore, let them go and make
room for others who will succeed. “

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“Then you are a greater assassin than any that the world has bred, or
than all of them put together. There is nobody as bad, even in the
Book of Revelation! “ shouted Bastin, in a kind of fury. “Moreover, I
am not like Bickley. I know enough of you and your hellish powers
to believe that what you plan, that you can do. “

“I believe it also, “ sneered Oro. “But how comes it that the Great
One whom you worship does not prevent the deed, if He exists, and
it be evil? “

“He will prevent it! “ raved Bastin. “Even now He commands me to

prevent it, and I obey! “ Then, drawing the revolver from his pocket,
he pointed it at Oro’s breast, adding: “Swear not to commit this
crime, or I will kill you! “

“So the man of peace would become a man of blood, “ mused Oro,
“and kill that I may not kill for the good of the world? Why, what is
the matter with that toy of yours, Preacher? “ and he pointed to the
pistol.

Well might he ask, for as he spoke the revolver flew out of Bastin’s
hand. High into the air it flew, and as it went discharged itself, all the
six chambers of it, in rapid succession, while Bastin stood staring at
his arm and hand which he seemed unable to withdraw.

“Do you still threaten me with that outstretched hand, Preacher? “

mocked Oro.

“I can’t move it, “ said Bastin; “it seems turned to stone. “

“Be thankful that you also are not turned to stone. But, because your
courage pleases me, I will spare you, yes, and will advance you in
my New Kingdom. What shall you be? Controller of Religions, I
think, since all the qualities that a high priest should have are
yours—faith, fanaticism and folly. “

“It is very strange, “ said Bastin, “but all of a sudden my arm and
hand are quite well again. I suppose it must have been ‘pins and
needles’ or something of that sort which made me throw away the
pistol and pull the trigger when I didn’t mean to do so. “

Then he went to fetch that article which had fallen beyond the dais,
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testing its mechanism, which proved to be destroyed. To his

proposed appointment he made no illusion. If he comprehended
what was meant, which I doubt, he took it as a joke.

“Hearken all of you, “ said Oro, lifting his head suddenly, for while
Bastin recovered the revolver he had been brooding. “The great
thing which I shall do tomorrow must be witnessed by you because
thereby only can you come to understand my powers. Also yonder
where I bring it about in the bowels of the earth, you will be safer
than elsewhere, since when and perhaps before it happens, the
whole world will heave and shake and tremble, and I know not what
may chance, even in these caves. For this reason also, do not forget to
bring the little hound with you, since him least of all of you would I
see come to harm, perhaps because once, hundreds of generations
ago as you reckon time, I had a dog very like to him. Your mother
loved him much, Yva, and when she died, this dog died also. He lies
embalmed with her on her coffin yonder in the temple, and
yesterday I went to look at both of them. The beasts are wonderfully
alike, which shows the everlastingness of blood. “

He paused a while, lost in thought, then continued: “After the deed

is done I’ll speak with you and you shall choose, Strangers, whether
you will die your own masters, or live on to serve me. Now there is
one problem that is left to me to solve—whether I can save a certain
land—do not ask which it is, Humphrey, though I see the question in
your eyes—or must let it go with the rest. I only answer you that I
will do my best because you love it. So farewell for a while, and,
Preacher, be advised by me and do not aim too high again. “

“It doesn’t matter where I aim, “ answered Bastin sturdily, “or

whether I hit or miss, since there is something much bigger than me
waiting to deal with you. The countries that you think you are going
to destroy will sleep quite as well tomorrow as they do tonight,
Oro.“

“Much better, I think, Preacher, since by then they will have left
sorrow and pain and wickedness and war far behind them. “

“Where are we to go? “ I asked.

“The Lady Yva will show you, “ he answered, waving his hand, and
once more bent over his endless calculations.

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Yva beckoned to us and we turned and followed her down the hall.
She led us to a street near the gateway of the temple and thence into
one of the houses. There was a portico to it leading to a court out of
which opened rooms somewhat in the Pompeian fashion. We did not
enter the rooms, for at the end of the court were a metal table and
three couches also of metal, on which were spread rich-looking rugs.
Whence these came I do not know and never asked, but I remember
that they were very beautiful and soft as velvet.

“Here you may sleep, “ she said, “if sleep you can, and eat of the
food that you have brought with you. Tomorrow early I will call you
when it is time for us to start upon our journey into the bowels of the
earth. “

“I don’t want to go any deeper than we are, “ said Bastin doubtfully.

“I think that none of us want to go, Bastin, “ she answered with a

sigh. “Yet go we must. I pray of you, anger the Lord Oro no more on
this or any other matter. In your folly you tried to kill him, and as it
chanced he bore it well because he loves courage. But another time
he may strike back, and then, Bastin—”

“I am not afraid of him, “ he answered, “but I do not like tunnels.

Still, perhaps it would be better to accompany you than to be left in
this place alone. Now I will unpack the food. “

Yva turned to go.

“I must leave you, “ she said, “since my father needs my help. The
matter has to do with the Force that he would let loose tomorrow,
and its measurements; also with the preparation of the robes that we
must wear lest it should harm us in its leap. “

Something in her eyes told me that she wished me to follow her, and
I did so. Outside the portico where we stood in the desolate, lighted
street, she halted.

“If you are not afraid, “ she said, “meet me at midnight by the statue
of Fate in the great temple, for I would speak with you, Humphrey,
where, if anywhere, we may be alone. “

“I will come, Yva. “

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“You know the road, and the gates are open, Humphrey. “

Then she gave me her hand to kiss and glided away. I returned to
the others and we ate, somewhat sparingly, for we wished to save
our food in case of need, and having drunk of the Life- water, were
not hungry. Also we talked a little, but by common consent avoided
the subject of the morrow and what it might bring forth.

We knew that terrible things were afoot, but lacking any knowledge
of what these might be, thought it useless to discuss them. Indeed we
were too depressed, so much so that even Bastin and Bickley ceased
from arguing. The latter was so overcome by the exhibition of Oro’s
powers when he caused the pistol to leap into the air and discharge
itself, that he could not even pluck up courage to laugh at the failure
of Bastin’s efforts to do justice on the old Super-man, or rather to
prevent him from attempting a colossal crime.

At length we lay down on the couches to rest, Bastin remarking that

he wished he could turn off the light, also that he did not in the least
regret having tried to kill Oro. Sleep seemed to come to the others
quickly, but I could only doze, to wake up from time to time. Of this
I was not sorry, since whenever I dropped off dreams seemed to
pursue me. For the most part they were of my dead wife. She
appeared to be trying to console me for some loss, but the strange
thing was that sometimes she spoke with her own voice and
sometimes with Yva’s, and sometimes looked at me with her own
eyes and sometimes with those of Yva. I remember nothing else
about these dreams, which were very confused.

After one of them, the most vivid of all, I awoke and looked at my
watch. It was half-past eleven, almost time for me to be starting. The
other two seemed to be fast asleep. Presently I rose and crept down
the court without waking them. Outside the portico, which by the
way was a curious example of the survival of custom in architecture,
since none was needed in that weatherless place, I turned to the right
and followed the wide street to the temple enclosure. Through the
pillared courts I went, my footsteps, although I walked as softly as I
could, echoing loudly in that intense silence, through the great doors
into the utter solitude of the vast and perfect fane.

Words can not tell the loneliness of that place. It flowed over me like
a sea and seemed to swallow up my being, so that even the wildest
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companion. I was as terrified as a child that wakes to find itself

deserted in the dark. Also an uncanny sense of terrors to come
oppressed me, till I could have cried aloud if only to hear the sound
of a mortal voice. Yonder was the grim statue of Fate, the Oracle of
the Kings of the Sons of Wisdom, which was believed to bow its
stony head in answer to their prayers. I ran to it, eager for its terrible
shelter, for on either side of it were figures of human beings. Even
their cold marble was company of a sort, though alas! over all
frowned Fate.

Let anyone imagine himself standing alone beneath the dome of St.
Paul’s; in the centre of that cathedral brilliant with mysterious light,
and stretched all about it a London that had been dead and
absolutely unpeopled for tens of thousands of years. If he can do this
he will gather some idea of my physical state. Let him add to his
mind-picture a knowledge that on the following day something was
to happen not unlike the end of the world, as prognosticated by the
Book of Revelation and by most astronomers, and he will have some
idea of my mental perturbations. Add to the mixture a most mystic
yet very real love affair and an assignation before that symbol of the
cold fate which seems to sway the universes down to the tiniest
detail of individual lives, and he may begin to understand what I,
Humphrey Arbuthnot, experienced during my vigil in this sanctuary
of a vanished race.

It seemed long before Yva came, but at last she did come. I caught
sight of her far away beyond the temple gate, flitting through the
unholy brightness of the pillared courts like a white moth at night
and seeming quite as small. She approached; now she was as a ghost,
and then drawing near, changed into a living, breathing, lovely
woman. I opened my arms, and with something like a sob she sank
into them and we kissed as mortals do.

“I could not come more quickly, “ she said. “The Lord Oro needed
me, and those calculations were long and difficult. Also twice he
must visit the place whither we shall go tomorrow, and that took
time. “

“Then it is close at hand? “ I said.

“Humphrey, be not foolish. Do you not remember, who have

travelled with him, that Oro can throw his soul afar and bring it back
again laden with knowledge, as the feet of a bee are laden with

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golden dust? Well, he went and went again, and I must wait. And
then the robes and shields; they must be prepared by his arts and
mine. Oh! ask not what they are, there is no time to tell, and it
matters nothing. Some folk are wise and some are foolish, but all
which matters is that within them flows the blood of life and that life
breeds love, and that love, as I believe, although Oro does not,
breeds immortality. And if so, what is Time but as a grain of sand
upon the shore? “

“This, Yva; it is ours, who can count on nothing else. “

“Oh! Humphrey, if I thought that, no more wretched creature would

breathe tonight upon this great world. “

“What do you mean? “ I asked, growing fearful, more at her manner

and her look than at her words.

“Nothing, nothing, except that Time is so very short. A kiss, a touch,

a little light and a little darkness, and it is gone. Ask my father Oro
who has lived a thousand years and slept for tens of thousands, as I
have, and he will say the same. It is against Time that he fights; he
who, believing in nothing beyond, will inherit nothing, as Bastin
says; he to whom Time has brought nothing save a passing, blood-
stained greatness, and triumph ending in darkness and disaster, and
hope that will surely suffer hope’s eclipse, and power that must lay
down its coronet in dust. “

“And what has it brought to you, Yva, beyond a fair body and a soul
of strength? “

“It has brought a spirit, Humphrey. Between them the body and the
soul have bred a spirit, and in the fires of tribulation from that spirit
has been distilled the essence of eternal love. That is Time’s gift to
me, and therefore, although still he rules me here, I mock at Fate, “
and she waved her hand with a gesture of defiance at the stern-
faced, sexless effigy which sat above us, the sword across its knees.

“Look! Look! “ she went on in a swelling voice of music, pointing to

the statues of the dotard and the beauteous woman. “They implore
Fate, they worship Fate. I do not implore, I do not worship or ask a
sign as even Oro does and as did his forefathers. I rise above and
triumph. As Fate, the god of my people, sets his foot upon the sun,

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so I set my foot upon Fate, and thence, like a swimmer from a rock,
leap into the waters of Immortality. “

I looked at her whose presence, as happened from time to time, had

grown majestic beyond that of woman; I studied her deep eyes
which were full of lights, not of this world, and I grew afraid.

“What do you mean? “ I asked. “Yva, you talk like one who has
finished with life. “

“It passes, “ she answered quickly. “Life passes like breath fading
from a mirror. So should all talk who breathe beneath the sun. “

“Yes, Yva, but if you went and left me still breathing on that
mocking glass—”

“If so, what of it? Will not your breath fade also and join mine where
all vapours go? Or if it were yours that faded and mine that
remained for some few hours, is it not the same? I think, Humphrey,
that already you have seen a beloved breath melt from the glass of
life, “ she added, looking at me earnestly.

I bowed my head and answered:

“Yes, and therefore I am ashamed. “

“Oh! why should you be ashamed, Humphrey, who are not sure but
that two breaths may yet be one breath? How do you know that
there is a difference between them? “

“You drive me mad, Yva. I cannot understand. “

“Nor can I altogether, Humphrey. Why should I, seeing that I am no

more than woman, as you are no more than man? I would always
have you remember, Humphrey, that I am no spirit or sorceress, but
just a woman—like her you lost. “

I looked at her doubtfully and answered:

“Women do not sleep for two hundred thousand years. Women do

not take dream journeys to the stars. Women do not make the dead
past live again before the watcher’s eyes. Their hair does not

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glimmer in the dusk nor do their bodies gleam, nor have they such
strength of soul or eyes so wonderful, or loveliness so great. “

These words appeared to distress her who, as it seemed to me, was

above all things anxious to prove herself woman and no more.

“All these qualities are nothing, Humphrey, “ she cried. “As for the
beauty, such as it is, it comes to me with my blood, and with it the
glitter of my hair which is the heritage of those who for generations
have drunk of the Life-water. My mother was lovelier than I, as was
her mother, or so I have heard, since only the fairest were the wives
of the Kings of the Children of Wisdom. For the rest, such arts as I
have spring not from magic, but from knowledge which your people
will acquire in days to come, that is, if Oro spares them. Surely you
above all should know that I am only woman, “ she added very
slowly and searching my face with her eyes.

“Why, Yva? During the little while that we have been together I have
seen much which makes me doubt. Even Bickley the sceptic doubts
also. “

“I will tell you, though I am not sure that you will believe me. “ She
glanced about her as though she were frightened lest someone
should overhear her words or read her thoughts. Then she stretched
out her hands and drawing my head towards her, put her lips to my
ear and whispered:

“Because once you saw me die, as women often die—giving life for
life. “

“I saw you die? “ I gasped.

She nodded, then continued to whisper in my ear, not in her own

voice, but another’s:

“Go where you seem called to go, far away. Oh! the wonderful place
in which you will find me, not knowing that you have found me.
Good-bye for a little while; only for a little while, my own, my own!“

I knew the voice as I knew the words, and knowing, I think that I
should have fallen to the ground, had she not supported me with her
strong arms.

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“Who told you? “ I stammered. “Was it Bickley or Bastin? They

knew, though neither of them heard those holy words. “

“Not Bickley nor Bastin, “ she answered, shaking her head, “no, nor
you yourself, awake or sleeping, though once, by the lake yonder,
you said to me that when a certain one lay dying, she bade you seek
her elsewhere, for certainly you would find her. Humphrey, I cannot
say who told me those words because I do not know. I think they are
a memory, Humphrey! “

“That would mean that you, Yva, are the same as one who was— not
called Yva. “

“The same as one who was called Natalie, Humphrey, “ she replied
in solemn accents. “One whom you loved and whom you lost. “

“Then you think that we live again upon this earth? “

“Again and yet again, until the time comes for us to leave the earth
for ever. Of this, indeed, I am sure, for that knowledge was part of
the secret wisdom of my people. “

“But you were not dead. You only slept. “

“The sleep was a death-sleep which went by like a flash, yes, in an

instant, or so it seemed. Only the shell of the body remained
preserved by mortal arts, and when the returning spirit and the light
of life were poured into it again, it awoke. But during this long
death-sleep, that spirit may have spoken through other lips and that
light may have shone through other eyes, though of these I
remember nothing. “

“Then that dream of our visit to a certain star may be no dream? “

“I think no dream, and you, too, have thought as much. “

“In a way, yes, Yva. But I could not believe and turned from what I
held to be a phantasy. “

“It was natural, Humphrey, that you should not believe. Hearken! In
this temple a while ago I showed you a picture of myself and of a
man who loved me and whom I loved, and of his death at Oro’s
hands. Did you note anything about that man? “

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“Bickley did, “ I answered. “Was he right? “

“I think that he was right, since otherwise I should not have loved
you, Humphrey. “

“I remember nothing of that man, Yva. “

“It is probable that you would not, since you and he are very far
apart, while between you and him flow wide seas of death, wherein
are set islands of life; perhaps many of them. But I remember much
who seem to have left him but a very little while ago. “

“When you awoke in your coffin and threw your arms about me,
what did you think, Yva? “

“I thought you were that man, Humphrey. “

There was silence between us and in that silence the truth came
home to me. Then there before the effigy of Fate and in the desolate,
glowing temple we plighted anew our troth made holy by a past that
thus so wonderfully lived again.

Of this consecrated hour I say no more. Let each picture it as he will.

A glory as of heaven fell upon us and in it we dwelt a space.

“Beloved, “ she whispered at length in a voice that was choked as

though with tears, “if it chances that we should be separated again
for a little while, you will not grieve over much? “

“Knowing all I should try not to grieve, Yva, seeing that in truth we
never can be parted. But do you mean that I shall die? “

“Being mortal either of us might seem to die, Humphrey, “ and she

bent her head as though to hide her face. “You know we go into
dangers this day. “

“Does Oro really purpose to destroy much of the world and has he
in truth the power, Yva? “

“He does so purpose and most certainly he has the power, unless—
unless some other Power should stay his hand. “

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“What other power, Yva? “

“Oh! perhaps that which you worship, that which is called Love. The
love of man may avert the massacre of men. I hope so with all my
heart. Hist! Oro comes. I feel, I know that he comes, though not in
search of us who are very far from his thought tonight. Follow me.
Swiftly. “

She sped across the temple to where a chapel opened out of it, which
was full of the statues of dead kings, for here was the entrance to
their burial vault. We reached it and hid behind the base of one of
these statues. By standing to our full height, without being seen we
still could see between the feet of the statue that stood upon a
pedestal.

Then Oro came.

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Chapter XXIV

The Chariot of the Pit

Oro came and of necessity alone. Yet there was that in his air as he
advanced into the temple, which suggested a monarch surrounded
by the pomp and panoply of a great court. He marched, his head
held high, as though heralds and pursuivants went in front of him,
as though nobles surrounded him and guards or regiments followed
after him. Let it be admitted that he was a great figure in his
gorgeous robes, with his long white beard, his hawk-like features,
his tall shape and his glittering eyes, which even at that distance I
could see. Indeed once or twice I thought that he glanced out of the
corners of them towards the chapel where we were hid. But this I
think was fancy. For as Yva said, his thoughts were set elsewhere.

He reached the statue of Fate and stood for a while contemplating it

and the suppliant figures on either side, as though he were waiting
for his invisible court to arrange itself. Then he doffed his jewelled
cap to the effigy, and knelt before it. Yes, Oro the Ancient, the Super-
man, the God, as the early peoples of the earth fancied such a being,
namely, one full of wrath, revenge, jealousy, caprice and power,
knelt in supplication to this image of stone which he believed to be
the home of a spirit, thereby showing himself to be after all not so far
removed from the savages whose idol Bastin had destroyed. More,
in a clear and resonant voice which reached us even across that great
space, he put up his prayer. It ran something as follows, for although
I did not understand the language in which he spoke Yva translated
it to me in a whisper:

“God of the Sons of Wisdom, God of the whole earth, only God to
whom must bow every other Power and Dominion, to thee I, Oro the
Great King, make prayer and offer sacrifice. Twenty times ten
thousand years and more have gone by since I, Oro, visited this, thy
temple and knelt before this, thy living effigy, yet thou, ruler of the
world, dost remember the prayer I made and the sacrifice I offered.
The prayer was for triumph over my enemies and the sacrifice a
promise of the lives of half of those who in that day dwelt upon the
earth. Thou heardest the prayer, thou didst bow thy head and accept
the sacrifice. Yea, the prayer was granted and the sacrifice was made,
and in it were counted the number of my foes.

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“Then I slept. Through countless generations I slept on and at my

side was the one child of my body that was left to me. What chanced
to my spirit and to hers during that sleep, thou knowest alone, but
doubtless they went forth to work thy ends.

“At the appointed time which thou didst decree, I awoke again and
found in my house strangers from another land. In the company of
one of those whose spirit I drew forth, I visited the peoples of the
new earth, and found them even baser and more evil than those
whom I had known. Therefore, since they cannot be bettered. I
purpose to destroy them also, and on their wreck to rebuild a
glorious empire, such as was that of the Sons of Wisdom at its prime.

“A sign! O Fate, ruler of the world, give me a sign that my desire

shall be fulfilled. “

He paused, stretching out his arms and staring upwards. While he

waited I felt the solid rock on which I stood quiver and sway beneath
my feet so that Yva and I clung to each other lest we should fall. This
chanced also. The shock of the earth tremor, for such without doubt
it was, threw down the figures of the ancient man and the lovely
woman which knelt as though making prayers to Fate, and shook the
marble sword from off its knees. As it fell Oro caught it by the hilt,
and, rising, waved it in triumph.

“I thank thee, God of my people from the beginning, “ he cried.

“Thou hast given to me, thy last servant, thine own sword and I will
use it well. For these worshippers of thine who have fallen, thou
shalt have others, yes, all those who dwell in the new world that is to
be. My daughter and the man whom she has chosen to be the father
of the kings of the earth, and with him his companions, shall be the
first of the hundreds of millions that are to follow, for they shall kiss
thy feet or perish. Thou shalt set thy foot upon the necks of all other
gods; thou shalt rule and thou alone, and, as of old, Oro be thy
minister. “

Still holding the sword, he flung himself down as though in an

ecstasy, and was silent.

“I read the omen otherwise, “ whispered Yva. “The worshippers of

Fate are overthrown. His sword of power is fallen, but not into the
hands that clasped it, and he totters on his throne. A greater God
asserts dominion of the world and this Fate is but his instrument. “

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Oro rose again.

“One prayer more, “ he cried. “Give me life, long life, that I may
execute thy decrees. By word or gesture show me a sign that I shall
be satisfied with life, a year for every year that I have lived, or
twain!“

He waited, staring about him, but no token came; the idol did not
speak or bow its head, as Yva had told me it was wont to do in sign
of accepted prayer, how, she knew not. Only I thought I heard the
echo of Oro’s cries run in a whisper of mockery round the soaring
dome.

Once more Oro flung himself upon his knees and began to pray in a
veritable agony.

“God of my forefathers, God of my lost people, I will hide naught

from thee, “ he said. “I who fear nothing else, fear death. The priest-
fool yonder with his new faith, has spoken blundering words of
judgment and damnation which, though I do not believe them, yet
stick in my heart like arrows. I will stamp out his faith, and with this
ancient sword of thine drive back the new gods into the darkness
whence they came. Yet what if some water of Truth flows through
the channel of his leaden lips, and what if because I have ruled and
will rule as thou didst decree, therefore, in some dim place of souls, I
must bear these burdens of terror and of doom which I have bound
upon the backs of others! Nay, it cannot be, for what power is there
in all the universe that dares to make a slave of Oro and to afflict him
with stripes?

“Yet this can be and mayhap will be, that presently I lose my path in
the ways of everlasting darkness, and become strengthless and
forgotten as are those who went before me, while my crown of
Power shines on younger brows. Alas! I grow old, since aeons of
sleep have not renewed my strength. My time is short and yet I
would not die as mortals must. Oh! God of my people, whom I have
served so well, save me from the death I dread. For I would not die.
Give me a sign; give me the ancient, sacred sign! “

So he spoke, lifting his proud and splendid head and watching the
statue with wide, expectant eyes.

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“Thou dost not answer, “ he cried again. “Wouldst thou desert me,
Fate? Then beware lest I set up some new god against thee and hurl
thee from thine immemorial throne. While I live I still have powers, I
who am the last of thy worshippers, since it seems that my daughter
turns her back on thee. I will get me to the sepulchre of the kings and
take counsel with the dust of that wizard who first taught me
wisdom. Even from the depths of death he must come to my call clad
in a mockery of life, and comfort me. A little while yet I will wait,
and if thou answer not, then Fate, soon I’ll tear the sceptre from thy
hand, and thou shalt join the company of dead gods. “ And throwing
aside the sword, again Oro laid down his head upon the ground and
stretched out his arms in the last abasement of supplication.

“Come, “ whispered Yva, “while there is yet time. Presently he will

seek this place to descend to the sepulchre, and if he learns that we
have read his heart and know him for a coward deserted of his
outworn god, surely he will blot us out. Come, and be swift and
silent. “

We crept out of the chapel, Yva leading, and along the circle of the
great dome till we reached the gates. Here I glanced back and
perceived that Oro, looking unutterably small in that vastness,
looking like a dead man, still lay outstretched before the stern-faced,
unanswering Effigy which, with all his wisdom, he believed to be
living and divine. Perhaps once it was, but if so its star had set for
ever, like those of Amon, Jupiter and Baal, and he was its last
worshipper.

Now we were safe, but still we sped on till we reached the portico of
our sleeping place. Then Yva turned and spoke.

“It is horrible, “ she said, “and my soul sickens. Oh, I thank the
Strength which made it that I have no desire to rule the earth, and,
being innocent of death, do not fear to die and cross his threshold. “

“Yes, it is horrible, “ I answered. “Yet all men fear death. “

“Not when they have found love, Humphrey, for that I think is his
true name, and, with it written on his brow, he stands upon the neck
of Fate who is still my father’s god. “

“Then he is not yours, Yva? “

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“Nay. Once it was so, but now I reject him; he is no longer mine. As
Oro threatens, and perchance dare do in his rage, I have broken his
chain, though in another fashion. Ask me no more; perhaps one day
you will learn the path I trod to freedom. “

Then before I could speak, she went off:

“Rest now, for within a few hours I must come to lead you and your
companions to a terrible place. Yet whatever you may see or hear, be
not afraid, Humphrey, for I think that Oro’s god has no power over
you, strong though he was, and that Oro’s plans will fail, while I,
who too have knowledge, shall find strength to save the world. “

Then of a sudden, once again she grew splendid, almost divine; no

more a woman but as it were an angel. Some fire of pure purpose
seemed to burn up in her and to shine out of her eyes. Yet she said
little. Only this indeed:

“To everyone, I think, there comes the moment of opportunity when

choice must be made between what is great and what is small,
between self and its desires and the good of other wanderers in the
way. This day that moment may draw near to you or me, and if so,
surely we shall greet it well. Such is Bastin’s lesson, which I have
striven to learn. “

Then she flung her arms about me and kissed me on the brow as a
mother might, and was gone.

Strangely enough, perhaps because of my mental exhaustion, for

what I had passed through seemed to overwhelm me so that I could
no longer so much as think with clearness, even after all that I have
described I slept like a child and awoke refreshed and well.

I looked at my watch to find that it was now eight o’clock in the

morning in this horrible place where there was neither morn, nor
noon, nor night, but only an eternal brightness that came I knew not
whence, and never learned.

I found that I was alone, since Bickley and Bastin had gone to fill our
bottles with the Life-water. Presently they returned and we ate a
little; with that water to drink one did not need much food. It was a
somewhat silent meal, for our circumstances were a check on talk;
moreover, I thought that the others looked at me rather oddly.

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Perhaps they guessed something of my midnight visit to the temple,

but if so they thought it wisest to say nothing. Nor did I enlighten
them.

Shortly after we had finished Yva appeared. She was wonderfully

quiet and gentle in her manner, calm also, and greeted all of us with
much sweetness. Of our experiences during the night she said no
word to me, even when we were alone. One difference I noticed
about her, however; that she was clothed in garments such as I had
never seen her wear before. They were close fitting, save for a
flowing cape, and made of some grey material, not unlike a coarse
homespun or even asbestos cloth. Still they became her very well,
and when I remarked upon them, all she answered was that part of
our road would be rough. Even her feet were shod with high buskins
of this grey stuff.

Presently she touched Bastin on the shoulder and said that she
would speak with him apart. They went together into one of the
chambers of that dwelling and there remained for perhaps the half of
an hour. It was towards the end of this time that in the intense
silence I heard a crash from the direction of the temple, as though
something heavy had fallen to the rocky floor. Bickley also heard this
sound. When the two reappeared I noticed that though still quite
calm, Yva looked radiant, and, if I may say so, even more human
and womanly than I had ever seen her, while Bastin also seemed
very happy.

“One has strange experiences in life, yes, very strange, “ he

remarked, apparently addressing the air, which left me wondering to
what particular experience he might refer. Well, I thought that I
could guess.

“Friends, “ said Yva, “it is time for us to be going and I am your

guide. You will meet the Lord Oro at the end of your journey. I pray
you to bring those lamps of yours with you, since all the road is not
lightened like this place. “

“I should like to ask, “ said Bickley, “whither we go and for what

object, points on which up to the present we have had no definite
information. “

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“We go, friend Bickley, deep into the bowels of the world, far
deeper, I think, than any mortal men have gone hitherto, that is, of
your race. “

“Then we shall perish of heat, “ said Bickley, “for with every

thousand feet the temperature rises many degrees. “

“Not so. You will pass through a zone of heat, but so swiftly that if
you hold your breath you will not suffer overmuch. Then you will
come to a place where a great draught blows which will keep you
cool, and thence travel on to the end. “

“Yes, but to what end, Lady Yva? “

“That you will see for yourselves, and with it other wondrous
things.“

Here some new idea seemed to strike her, and after a little hesitation
she added:

“Yet why should you go? Oro has commanded it, it is true, but I
think that at the last he will forget. It must be decided swiftly. There
is yet time. I can place you in safety in the sepulchre of Sleep where
you found us. Thence cross to the main island and sail away quickly
in your boat out into the great sea, where I believe you will find
succour. Know that after disobeying him, you must meet Oro no
more lest it should be the worse for you. If that be your will, let us
start. What say you? “

She looked at me.

“I say, Yva, that I am willing to go if you come with us. Not

otherwise. “

“I say, “ said Bickley, “that I want to see all this supernatural rubbish
thoroughly exploded, and that therefore I should prefer to go on
with the business. “

“And I say, “ said Bastin, “that my most earnest desire is to be clear

of the whole thing, which wearies and perplexes me more than I can
tell. Only I am not going to run away, unless you think it desirable to
do so too, Lady Yva. I want you to understand that I am not in the
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he will be allowed to bring about disaster to the world, as I

understand is his wicked object. Therefore on the whole I am
indifferent and quite prepared to accept any decision at which the
rest of you may arrive. “

“Be it understood, “ said Yva with a little smile when Bastin had
finished his sermonette, “that I must join my father in the bowels of
the earth for a reason which will be made plain afterwards.
Therefore, if you go we part, as I think to meet no more. Still my
advice is that you should go. “ *

( * It is fortunate that we did not accept Yva’s offer. Had we done so

we should have found ourselves shut in, and perished, as shall be
told. —H. A. )

To this our only answer was to attend to the lighting of our lamps
and the disposal of our small impedimenta, such as our tins of oil
and water bottles. Yva noted this and laughed outright.

“Courage did not die with the Sons of Wisdom, “ she said.

Then we set out, Yva walking ahead of us and Tommy frisking at her
side.

Our road led us through the temple. As we passed the great gates I
started, for there, in the centre of that glorious building, I perceived a
change. The statue of Fate was no more! It lay broken upon the
pavement among those fragments of its two worshippers which I
had seen shaken down some hours before.

“What does this mean? “ I whispered to Yva. “I have felt no other

earthquake. “

“I do not know, “ she answered, “or if I know I may not say. Yet
learn that no god can live on without a single worshipper, and, in a
fashion, that idol was alive, though this you will not believe. “

“How very remarkable, “ said Bastin, contemplating the ruin. “If I

were superstitious, which I am not, I should say that this occurrence
was an omen indicating the final fall of a false god. At any rate it is
dead now, and I wonder what caused it? “

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“I felt an earth tremor last night, “ said Bickley, “though it is odd that
it should only have affected this particular statue. A thousand pities,
for it was a wonderful work of art. “

Then I remembered and reminded Bickley of the crash which we had

heard while Yva and Bastin were absent on some secret business in
the chamber.

Walking the length of the great church, if so it could be called, we

came to an apse at the head of it where, had it been Christian, the
altar would have stood. In this apse was a little open door through
which we passed. Beyond it lay a space of rough rock that looked as
though it had been partially prepared for the erection of buildings
and then abandoned. All this space was lighted, however, like the
rest of the City of Nyo, and in the same mysterious way. Led by Yva,
we threaded our path between the rough stones, following a steep
downward slope. Thus we walked for perhaps half a mile, till at
length we came to the mouth of a huge pit that must, I imagine, have
lain quite a thousand feet below the level of the temple.

I looked over the edge of this pit and shrank back terrified. It seemed
to be bottomless. Moreover, a great wind rushed up it with a roaring
sound like to that of an angry sea. Or rather there were two winds,
perhaps draughts would be a better term, if I may apply it to an air
movement of so fierce and terrible a nature. One of these rushed up
the pit, and one rushed down. Or it may have been that the up rush
alternated with the down rush. Really it is impossible to say.

“What is this place? “ I asked, clinging to the others and shrinking

back in alarm from its sheer edge and bottomless depth, for that this
was enormous we could see by the shaft of light which flowed
downwards farther than the eye could follow.

“It is a vent up and down which air passes from and to the central
hollows of the earth, “ Yva answered. “Doubtless in the beginning
through it travelled that mighty force which blew out these caves in
the heated rocks, as the craftsman blows out glass. “

“I understand, “ said Bastin. “Just like one blows out a bubble on a

pipe, only on a larger scale. Well, it is very interesting, but I have
seen enough of it. Also I am afraid of being blown away. “

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“I fear that you must see more, “ answered Yva with a smile, “since
we are about to descend this pit. “

“Do you mean that we are to go down that hole, and if so, how? I
don’t see any lift, or moving staircase, or anything of that sort. “

“Easily and safely enough, Bastin. See. “

As she spoke a great flat rock of the size of a small room appeared,
borne upwards, as I suppose, by the terrific draught which roared
past us on its upward course. When it reached the lip of the shaft, it
hung a little while, then moved across and began to descend with
such incredible swiftness that in a few seconds it had vanished from
view.

“Oh! “ said Bastin, with his eyes almost starting out of his head,
“that’s the lift, is it? Well, I tell you at once I don’t like the look of the
thing. It gives me the creeps. Suppose it tilted. “

“It does not tilt, “ answered Yva, still smiling. “I tell you, Bastin, that
there is naught to fear. Only yesterday, I rode this rock and returned
unharmed. “

“That is all very well, Lady Yva, but you may know how to balance
it; also when to get on and off. “

“If you are afraid, Bastin, remain here until your companions return.
They, I think, will make the journey. “

Bickley and I intimated that we would, though to tell the truth, if less
frank we were quite as alarmed as Bastin.

“No, I’ll come too. I suppose one may as well die this way as any
other, and if anything were to happen to them and I were left alone,
it would be worse still. “

“Then be prepared, “ said Yva, “for presently this air-chariot of ours

will return. When it appears and hangs upon the edge, step on to it
and throw yourselves upon your faces and all will be well. At the
foot of the shaft the motion lessens till it almost stops, and it is easy
to spring, or even crawl to the firm earth. “

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Then she stooped down and lifted Tommy who was sniffing
suspiciously at the edge of the pit, his long ears blown straight above
his head, holding him beneath her left arm and under her cloak, that
he might not see and be frightened.

We waited a while in silence, perhaps for five or six minutes, among

the most disagreeable, I think, that I ever passed. Then far down in
the brightness below appeared a black speck that seemed to grow in
size as it rushed upwards.

“It comes, “ said Yva. “Prepare and do as I do. Do not spring, or run,
lest you should go too far. Step gently on to the rock and to its
centre, and there lie down. Trust in me, all of you. “

“There’s nothing else to do, “ groaned Bastin.

The great stone appeared and, as before, hung at the edge of the pit.
Yva stepped on to it quietly, as she did so, catching hold of my wrist
with her disengaged hand. I followed her feeling very sick, and
promptly sat down. Then came Bickley with the air of the virtuous
hero of a romance walking a pirate’s plank, and also sat down. Only
Bastin hesitated until the stone began to move away. Then with an
ejaculation of “Here goes! “ he jumped over the intervening crack of
space and landed in the middle of us like a sack of coal. Had I not
been seated really I think he would have knocked me off the rock. As
it was, with one hand he gripped me by the beard and with the other
grasped Yva’s robe, of neither of which would he leave go for quite a
long time, although we forced him on to his face. The lantern which
he held flew from his grasp and descended the shaft on its own
account.

“You silly fool! “ exclaimed Bickley whose perturbation showed

itself in anger. “There goes one of our lamps. “

“Hang the lamp! “ muttered the prostrate Bastin. “We shan’t want it
in Heaven, or the other place either. “

Now the stone which had quivered a little beneath the impact of
Bastin, steadied itself again and with a slow and majestic movement
sailed to the other side of the gulf. There it felt the force of gravity, or
perhaps the weight of the returning air pressed on it, which I do not
know. At any rate it began to fall, slowly at first, then more swiftly,
and afterwards at an incredible pace, so that in a few seconds the

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mouth of the pit above us grew small and presently vanished quite
away. I looked up at Yva who was standing composedly in the midst
of our prostrate shapes. She bent down and called in my ear:

“All is well. The heat begins, but it will not endure for long. “

I nodded and glanced over the edge of the stone at Bastin’s lantern
which was sailing alongside of us, till presently we passed it. Bastin
had lit it before we started, I think in a moment of aberration, and it
burned for quite a long while, showing like a star when the shaft
grew darker as it did by degrees, a circumstance that testifies to the
excellence of the make, which is one advertised not to go out in any
wind. Not that we felt wind, or even draught, perhaps because we
were travelling with it.

Then we entered the heat zone. About this there was no doubt, for
the perspiration burst out all over me and the burning air scorched
my lungs. Also Tommy thrust his head from beneath the cloak with
his tongue hanging out and his mouth wide open.

“Hold your breaths! “ cried Yva, and we obeyed until we nearly

burst. At least I did, but what happened to the others I do not know.

Fortunately it was soon over and the air began to grow cool again.
By now we had travelled an enormous distance, it seemed to be
miles on miles, and I noticed that our terrific speed was slackening,
also that the shaft grew more narrow, till at length there were only a
few feet between the edge of the stone and its walls. The result of
this, or so I supposed, was that the compressed air acted as a buffer,
lessening our momentum, till at length the huge stone moved but
very slowly.

“Be ready to follow me, “ cried Yva again, and we rose to our feet,
that is, Bickley and I did, but poor Bastin was semi- comatose. The
stone stopped and Yva sprang from it to a rock platform level with
which it lay. We followed, dragging Bastin between us. As we did so
something hit me gently on the head. It was Bastin’s lamp, which I
seized.

“We are safe. Sit down and rest, “ said Yva, leading us a few paces
away.

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We obeyed and presently by the dim light saw the stone begin to stir
again, this time upwards. In another twenty seconds it was away on
its never-ending journey.

“Does it always go on like that? “ said Bastin, sitting up and staring

after it.

“Tens of thousands of years ago it was journeying thus, and tens of

thousands of years hence it will still be journeying, or so I think, “
she replied. “Why not, since the strength of the draught never
changes and there is nothing to wear it except the air? “

Somehow the vision of this huge stone, first loosed and set in motion
by heaven knows what agency, travelling from aeon to aeon up and
down that shaft in obedience to some law I did not understand,
impressed my imagination like a nightmare. Indeed I often dream of
it to this day.

I looked about me. We were in some cavernous place that could be

but dimly seen, for here the light that flowed down the shaft from
the upper caves where it was mysteriously created, scarcely shone,
and often indeed was entirely cut off, when the ever- journeying
stone was in the narrowest parts of the passage. I could see,
however, that this cavern stretched away both to right and left of us,
while I felt that from the left, as we sat facing the shaft, there drew
down a strong blast of fresh air which suggested that somewhere,
however far away, it must open on to the upper world. For the rest
its bottom and walls seemed to be smooth as though they had been
planed in the past ages by the action of cosmic forces. Bickley noticed
this the first and pointed it out to me. We had little time to observe,
however, for presently Yva said:

“If you are rested, friends, I pray you light those lamps of yours,
since we must walk a while in darkness. “

We did and started, still travelling downhill. Yva walked ahead with
me and Tommy who seemed somewhat depressed and clung close
to our heels. The other two followed, arguing strenuously about I
know not what. It was their way of working off irritation and alarms.

I asked Yva what was about to happen, for a great fear oppressed
me.

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“I am not sure, Beloved, “ she answered in a sweet and gentle voice,

“who do not know all Oro’s secrets, but as I think, great things. We
are now deep in the bowels of the world, and presently, perhaps,
you will see some of its mighty forces whereof your ignorant races
have no knowledge, doing their everlasting work. “

“Then how is it that we can breathe here? “ I asked. “Because this

road that we are following connects with the upper air or used to do
so, since once I followed it. It is a long road and the climb is steep,
but at last it leads to the light of the blessed sun, nor are there any
pitfalls in the path. Would that we might tread it together,
Humphrey, “ she added with passion, “and be rid of mysteries and
the gloom, or that light which is worse than gloom. “

“Why not? “ I asked eagerly. “Why should we not turn and flee? “

“Who can flee from my father, the Lord Oro? “ she replied. “He
would snare us before we had gone a mile. Moreover, if we fled, by
tomorrow half the world must perish. “

“And how can we save it by not flying, Yva? “

“I do not know, Humphrey, yet I think it will be saved, perchance by

sacrifice. That is the keystone of your faith, is it not? Therefore if it is
asked of you to save the world, you will not shrink from it, will you,
Humphrey? “

“I hope not, “ I replied, without enthusiasm, I admit. Indeed it struck

me that a business of this sort was better fitted to Bastin than to
myself, or at any rate to his profession. I think she guessed my
thoughts, for by the light of the lamp I saw her smile in her dazzling
way. Then after a swift glance behind her, she turned and suddenly
kissed me, as she did so calling down everlasting blessings on my
head and on my spirit. There was something very wonderful about
this benediction of Yva’s and it thrilled me through and through, so
that to it I could make no answer.

Next moment it was too late to retreat, for our narrowing passage
turned and we found ourselves in a wondrous place. I call it
wondrous because of it we could see neither the beginning nor the
end, nor the roof, nor aught else save the rock on which we walked,
and the side or wall that our hands touched. Nor was this because of
darkness, since although it was not illuminated like the upper

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caverns, light of a sort was present. It was a very strange light,

consisting of brilliant and intermittent flashes, or globes of blue and
lambent flame which seemed to leap from nowhere into nowhere, or
sometimes to hang poised in mid air.

“How odd they are, “ said the voice of Bastin behind me. “They
remind me of those blue sparks which jump up from the wires of the
tramways in London on a dark night. You know, don’t you, Bickley?
I mean when the conductor pulls round that long stick with an iron
wheel on the top of it. “

“Nobody but you could have thought of such a comparison, Bastin, “

answered Bickley. “Still, multiplied a thousandfold they are not
unlike. “

Nor indeed were they, except that each blue flash was as big as the
full moon and in one place or another they were so continuous that
one could have read a letter by their light. Also the effect of them
was ghastly and most unnatural, terrifying, too, since even their
brilliance could not reveal the extent of that gigantic hollow in the
bowels of the world wherein they leapt to and fro like lightnings, or
hung like huge, uncanny lanterns.

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Chapter XXV

Sacrifice

“The air in this place must be charged with some form of electricity,
but the odd thing is that it does not seem to harm us, “ said Bickley
in a matter-of-fact fashion as though he were determined not to be
astonished.

“To me it looks more like marsh fires or St. Elmo lights, though how
these can be where there is no vapour, I do not know, “ I answered.

As I spoke a particularly large ball of flame fell from above. It

resembled a shooting star or a meteor more than anything else that I
had ever seen, and made me wonder whether we were not perhaps
standing beneath some inky, unseen sky.

Next moment I forgot such speculations, for in its blue light, which
made him terrible and ghastly, I perceived Oro standing in front of
us clad in a long cloak.

“Dear me! “ said Bastin, “he looks just like the devil, doesn’t he, and
now I come to think of it, this isn’t at all a bad imitation of hell. “

“How do you know it is an imitation? “ asked Bickley.

“Because whatever might be the case with you, Bickley, if it were,

the Lady Yva and I should not be here. “

Even then I could not help smiling at this repartee, but the argument
went no further for Oro held up his hand and Yva bent the knee in
greeting to him.

“So you have come, all of you, “ he said. “I thought that perhaps
there were one or two who would not find courage to ride the flying
stone. I am glad that it is not so, since otherwise he who had shown
himself a coward should have had no share in the rule of that new
world which is to be. Therefore I chose yonder road that it might test
you. “

“Then if you will be so good as to choose another for us to return by,

I shall be much obliged to you, Oro, “ said Bastin.

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“How do you know that if I did it would not be more terrible,

Preacher? How do you know indeed that this is not your last journey
from which there is no return? “

“Of course I can’t be sure of anything, Oro, but I think the question is
one which you might more appropriately put to yourself. According
to your own showing you are now extremely old and therefore your
end is likely to come at any moment. Of course, however, if it did
you would have one more journey to make, but it wouldn’t be polite
for me to say in what direction. “

Oro heard, and his splendid, icy face was twisted with sudden rage.
Remembering the scene in the temple where he had grovelled before
his god, uttering agonised, unanswered prayers for added days, I
understood the reason of his wrath. It was so great that I feared lest
he should kill Bastin (who only a few hours before, be it
remembered, had tried to kill him) then and there, as doubtless he
could have done if he wished. Fortunately, if he felt it; the impulse
passed.

“Miserable fool! “ he said. “I warn you to keep a watch upon your

words. Yesterday you would have slain me with your toy. Today
you stab me with your ill-omened tongue. Be fearful lest I silence it
for ever. “

“I am not in the least fearful, Oro, since I am sure that you can’t hurt
me at all any more than I could hurt you last night because, you see,
it wasn’t permitted. When the time comes for me to die, I shall go,
but you will have nothing to do with that. To tell the truth, I am very
sorry for you, as with all your greatness, your soul is of the earth,
earthy, also sensual and devilish, as the Apostle said, and, I am
afraid, very malignant, and you will have a great deal to answer for
shortly. Yours won’t be a happy deathbed, Oro, because, you see,
you glory in your sins and don’t know what repentance means. “

I must add that when I heard these words I was filled with the most
unbounded admiration for Bastin’s fearless courage which enabled
him thus to beard this super-tyrant in his den. So indeed were we all,
for I read it in Yva’s face and heard Bickley mutter:

“Bravo! Splendid! After all there is something in faith! “

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Even Oro appreciated it with his intellect, if not with his heart, for he
stared at the man and made no answer. In the language of the ring,
he was quite “knocked out” and, almost humbly, changed the
subject.

“We have yet a little while, “ he said, “before that happens which I
have decreed. Come, Humphrey, that I may show you some of the
marvels of this bubble blown in the bowels of the world, “ and he
motioned to us to pick up the lanterns.

Then he led us away from the wall of the cavern, if such it was, for a
distance of perhaps six or seven hundred paces. Here suddenly we
came to a great groove in the rocky floor, as broad as a very wide
roadway, and mayhap four feet in depth. The bottom of this groove
was polished and glittered; indeed it gave us the impression of being
iron, or other ore which had been welded together beneath the
grinding of some immeasurable weight. Just at the spot where we
struck the groove, it divided into two, for this reason.

In its centre the floor of iron, or whatever it may have been, rose, the
fraction of an inch at first, but afterwards more sharply, and this at a
spot where the groove had a somewhat steep downward dip which
appeared to extend onwards I know not how far.

Following along this central rise for a great way, nearly a mile, I
should think, we observed that it became ever more pronounced, till
at length it ended in a razor-edge cliff which stretched up higher
than we could see, even by the light of the electrical discharges.
Standing against the edge of this cliff, we perceived that at a distance
from it there were now two grooves of about equal width. One of
these ran away into the darkness on our right as we faced the sharp
edge, and at an ever- widening angle, while the other, at a similar
angle, ran into the darkness to the left of the knife of cliff. That was
all.

No, there were two more notable things. Neither of the grooves now
lay within hundreds of yards of the cliff, perhaps a quarter of a mile,
for be it remembered we had followed the rising rock between them.
To put it quite clearly, it was exactly as though one line of rails had
separated into two lines of rails, as often enough they do, and an
observer standing on high ground between could see them both
vanishing into tunnels to the right and left, but far apart.

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The second notable thing was that the right-hand groove, where first
we saw it at the point of separation, was not polished like the left-
hand groove, although at some time or other it seemed to have been
subjected to the pressure of the same terrific weight which cut its
fellow out of the bed of rock or iron, as the sharp wheels of a heavily
laden wagon sink ruts into a roadway.

“What does it all mean, Lord Oro? “ I asked when he had led us back
to the spot where the one groove began to be two grooves, that is, a
mile or so away from the razor-edged cliff.

“This, Humphrey, “ he answered. “That which travels along yonder

road, when it reaches this spot on which we stand, follows the left-
hand path which is made bright with its passage. Yet, could a giant
at that moment of its touching this exact spot on which I lay my
hand, thrust it with sufficient strength, it would leave the left-hand
road and take the right-hand road. “

“And if it did, what then; Lord Oro? “

“Then within an hour or so, when it had travelled far enough upon
its way, the balance of the earth would be changed, and great things
would happen in the world above, as once they happened in bygone
days. Now do you understand, Humphrey? “

“Good Heavens! Yes, I understand now, “ I answered. “But

fortunately there is no such giant. “

Oro broke into a mocking laugh and his grey old face lit up with a
fiendish exultation, as he cried:

“Fool! I, Oro, am that giant. Once in the dead days I turned the
balance of the world from the right-hand road which now is dull
with disuse, to the left-hand road which glitters so brightly to your
eyes, and the face of the earth was changed. Now again I will turn it
from the left-hand road to the right-hand road in which for millions
of years it was wont to run, and once more the face of the earth shall
change, and those who are left living upon the earth, or who in the
course of ages shall come to live upon the new earth, must bow
down to Oro and take him and his seed to be their gods and kings. “

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When I heard this I was overwhelmed and could not answer. Also I
remembered a certain confused picture which Yva had shown to us
in the Temple of Nyo. But supported by his disbelief, Bickley asked:

“And how often does the balance of which you speak come this way,
Lord Oro? “

“Once only in many years; the number is my secret, Bickley, “ he

replied.

“Then there is every reason to hope that it will not trouble us, “
remarked Bickley with a suspicion of mockery in his voice.

“Do you think so, you learned Bickley? “ asked Oro. “If so, I do not.
Unless my skill has failed me and my calculations have gone awry,
that Traveller of which I tell should presently be with us. Hearken
now! What is that sound we hear? “

As he spoke there reached our ears the first, far-off murmurs of a

dreadful music. I cannot describe it in words because that is
impossible, but it was something like to the buzz of a thousand
humming-tops such as are loved by children because of their weird
song.

“Back to the wall! “ cried Oro triumphantly. “The time is short! “

So back we went, Oro pausing a while behind and overtaking us

with long, determined strides. Yva led us, gliding at my side and, as
I thought, now and again glanced at my face with a look that was
half anxious and half pitiful. Also twice she stooped and patted
Tommy.

We reached the wall, though not quite at the spot whence we had
started to examine the grooved roads. At least I think this was so,
since now for the first time I observed a kind of little window in its
rocky face. It stood about five feet from its floor level, and was
perhaps ten inches square, not more. In short, except for its shape it
resembled a ship’s porthole rather than a window. Its substance
appeared to be talc, or some such material, and inches thick, yet
through it, after Oro had cast aside some sort of covering, came a
glare like that of a search-light. In fact it was a search-light so far as
concerned one of its purposes.

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By this window or porthole lay a pile of cloaks, also four objects

which looked like Zulu battle shields cut in some unknown metal or
material. Very deftly, very quietly, Yva lifted these cloaks and
wrapped one of them about each of us, and while she was thus
employed I noticed that they were of a substance very similar to that
of the gown she wore, which I have described, but harder. Next she
gave one of the metal-like shields to each of us, bidding us hold them
in front of our bodies and heads, and only to look through certain
slits in them in which were eyepieces that appeared to be of the same
horny stuff as the searchlight window. Further, she commanded us
to stand in a row with our backs against the rock wall, at certain
spots which she indicated with great precision, and whatever we
saw or heard on no account to move.

So there we stood, Bickley next to me, and beyond him Bastin. Then
Yva took the fourth shield, as I noted a much larger one than ours,
and placed herself between me and the search-light or porthole. On
the other side of this was Oro who had no shield.

These arrangements took some minutes and during that time

occupied all our attention. When they were completed, however, our
curiosity and fear began to reassert themselves. I looked about me
and perceived that Oro had his right hand upon what seemed to be a
rough stone rod, in shape not unlike that with which railway points
are moved. He shouted to us to stand still and keep the shields over
our faces. Then very gently he pressed upon the lever. The porthole
sank the fraction of an inch, and instantly there leapt from it a most
terrific blaze of lightning, which shot across the blackness in front
and, as lightning does, revealed far, far away another wall, or rather
cliff, like that against which we leant.

“All works well, “ exclaimed Oro in a satisfied voice, lifting his hand
from the rod, “and the strength which I have stored will be more
than enough. “

Meanwhile the humming noise came nearer and grew in volume.

“I say, “ said Bickley, “as you know, I have been sceptical, but I don’t
like this business. Oro, what are you going to do? “

“Sink half the world beneath the seas, “ said Oro, “and raise up that
which I drowned more than two thousand centuries ago. But as you

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do not believe that I have this power, Bickley, why do you ask such
questions? “

“I believe that you have it, which was why I tried to shoot you
yesterday, “ said Bastin. “For your soul’s sake I beg you to desist
from an attempt which I am sure will not succeed, but which will
certainly involve your eternal damnation, since the failure will be no
fault of yours. “

Then I spoke also, saying:

“I implore you, Lord Oro, to let this business be. I do not know
exactly how much or how little you can do, but I understand that
your object is to slay men by millions in order to raise up another
world of which you will be the absolute king, as you were of some
past empire that has been destroyed, either through your agency or
otherwise. No good can come of such ambitions. Like Bastin, for
your soul’s sake I pray you to let them be. “

“What Humphrey says I repeat, “ said Yva. “My Father, although

you know it not, you seek great evil, and from these hopes you sow
you will harvest nothing save a loss of which you do not dream.
Moreover, your plans will fail. Now I who am, like yourself, of the
Children of Wisdom, have spoken, for the first and last time, and my
words are true. I pray you give them weight, my Father. “

Oro heard, and grew furious.

“What! “ he said. “Are you against me, every one, and my own
daughter also? I would lift you up, I would make you rulers of a new
world; I would destroy your vile civilisations which I have studied
with my eyes, that I may build better! To you, Humphrey, I would
give my only child in marriage that from you may spring a divine
race of kings! And yet you are against me and set up your puny
scruples as a barrier across my path of wisdom. Well, I tread them
down, I go on my appointed way. But beware how you try to hold
me back. If any one of you should attempt to come between me and
my ends, know that I will destroy you all. Obey or die. “

“Well, he has had his chance and he won’t take it, “ said Bastin in the
silence that followed. “The man must go to the devil his own way
and there is nothing more to be said. “

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I say the silence, but it was no more silent. The distant humming
grew to a roar, the roar to a hellish hurricane of sound which
presently drowned all attempts at ordinary speech.

Then bellowing like ten millions of bulls, at length far away there
appeared something terrible. I can only describe its appearance as
that of an attenuated mountain on fire. When it drew nearer I
perceived that it was more like a ballet-dancer whirling round and
round upon her toes, or rather all the ballet-dancers in the world
rolled into one and then multiplied a million times in size. No, it was
like a mushroom with two stalks, one above and one below, or a
huge top with a point on which it spun, a swelling belly and another
point above. But what a top! It must have been two thousand feet
high, if it was an inch, and its circumference who could measure?

On it came, dancing, swaying and spinning at a rate inconceivable,

so that it looked like a gigantic wheel of fire. Yet it was not fire that
clothed it but rather some phosphorescence, since from it came no
heat. Yes, a phosphorescence arranged in bands of ghastly blue and
lurid red, with streaks of other colours running up between, and a
kind of waving fringe of purple.

The fire-mountain thundered on with a voice like to that of

avalanches or of icebergs crashing from their parent glaciers to the
sea. Its terrific aspect was appalling, and its weight caused the solid
rock to quiver like a leaf. Watching it, we felt as ants might feel at the
advent of the crack of doom, for its mere height and girth and size
overwhelmed us. We could not even speak. The last words I heard
were from the mouth of Oro who screamed out:

“Behold the balance of the World, you miserable, doubting men, and
behold me change its path—turning it as the steersman turns a
ship!“

Then he made certain signs to Yva, who in obedience to them

approached the porthole or search-light to which she did something
that I could not distinguish. The effect was to make the beam of light
much stronger and sharper, also to shift it on to the point or foot of
the spinning mountain and, by an aiming of the lens from time to
time, to keep it there.

This went on for a while, since the dreadful thing did not travel fast
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indeed if it advanced more quickly than a man could walk; at any

rate so it seemed to us. But we had no means of judging its real rate
of progress whereof we knew as little as we did of the course it
followed in the bowels of the earth. Perhaps that was spiral, from the
world’s deep heart upwards, and this was the highest point it
reached. Or perhaps it remained stationary, but still spinning, for
scores or hundreds of years in some central powerhouse of its own,
whence, in obedience to unknown laws, from time to time it made
these terrific journeys.

No one knows, unless perhaps Oro did, in which case he kept the
information to himself, and no one will ever know. At any rate there
it was, travelling towards us on its giant butt, the peg of the top as it
were, which, hidden in a cloud of friction-born sparks that
enveloped it like the cup of a curving flower of fire, whirled round
and round at an infinite speed. It was on this flaming flower that the
search-light played steadily, doubtless that Oro might mark and
measure its monstrous progress.

“He is going to try to send the thing down the right-hand path, “ I
shouted into Bickley’s ear.

“Can’t be done! Nothing can shift a travelling weight of tens of

millions of tons one inch, “ Bickley roared back, trying to look
confident.

Clearly, however, Yva thought that it could be done, for of a sudden

she cast down her shield and, throwing herself upon her knees,
stretched out her hands in supplication to her father. I understood,
as did we all, that she was imploring him to abandon his hellish
purpose. He glared at her and shook his head. Then, as she still went
on praying, he struck her across the face with his hand and pushed
her to her feet again. My blood boiled as I saw it and I think I should
have sprung at him, had not Bickley caught hold of me, shouting,
“Don’t, or he will kill her and us too. “

Yva lifted her shield and returned to her station, and in the blue
discharges which now flashed almost continuously, and the
phosphorescent glare of the advancing mountain, I saw that though
her beautiful face worked beneath the pain of the blow, her eyes
remained serene and purposeful. Even then I wondered—what was
the purpose shining through them. Also I wondered if I was about to
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so, how. Of one thing I was determined—that if the call came it

should not find me deaf. Yet all the while I was horribly afraid.

At another sign from Oro, Yva did something more to the lens—
again, being alongside of her, I could not see what it was. The beam
of light shifted and wandered till, far away, it fell exactly upon that
spot where the rock began to rise into the ridge which separated the
two grooves or roads and ended in the razor-edged cliff. Moreover I
observed that Oro, who left it the last of us, had either placed
something white to mark this first infinitesimal bulging of the floor
of the groove, or had smeared it with chalk or shining pigment. I
observed also what I had not been able to see before, that a thin
white line ran across the floor, no doubt to give the precise direction
of this painted rise of rock, and that the glare of the search-light now
lay exactly over that line.

The monstrous, flaming gyroscope fashioned in Nature’s workshop,

for such without doubt it was, was drawing near, emitting as it came
a tumult of sounds which, with the echoes that they caused, almost
over-whelmed our senses. Poor little Tommy, already cowed,
although he was a bold-natured beast, broke down entirely, and I
could see from his open mouth that he was howling with terror. He
stared about him, then ran to Yva and pawed at her, evidently
asking to be taken into her arms. She thrust him away, almost
fiercely, and made signs to me to lift him up and hold him beneath
my shield. This I did, reflecting sadly that if I was to be sacrificed,
Tommy must share my fate. I even thought of passing him on to
Bickley, but had no time. Indeed I could not attract his attention, for
Bickley was staring with all his eyes at the nightmare-like spectacle
which was in progress about us. Indeed no nightmare, no wild
imagination of which the mind of man is capable, could rival the
aspect of its stupendous facts.

Think of them! The unmeasured space of blackness threaded by

those globes of ghastly incandescence that now hung a while and
now shot upwards, downwards, across, apparently without origin or
end, like a stream of meteors that had gone mad. Then the travelling
mountain, two thousand feet in height, or more, with its enormous
saucer-like rim painted round with bands of lurid red and blue, and
about its grinding foot the tulip bloom of emitted flame. Then the
fierce-faced Oro at his post, his hand upon the rod, waiting,
remorseless, to drown half of this great world, with the lovely Yva
standing calm-eyed like a saint in hell and watching me above the

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edge of the shield which such a saint might bear to turn aside the
fiery darts of the wicked. And lastly we three men flattened terror-
stricken, against the wall.

Nightmare! Imagination! No, these pale before that scene which it

was given to our human eyes to witness.

And all the while, bending, bowing towards us—away from us—
making obeisance to the path in front as though in greeting, to the
path behind as though in farewell; instinct with a horrible life, with a
hideous and gigantic grace, that titanic Terror whirled onwards to
the mark of fate.

At the moment nothing could persuade me that it was not alive and
did not know its awful mission. Visions flashed across my mind. I
thought of the peoples of the world sleeping in their beds, or going
about their business, or engaged even in the work of war. I thought
of the ships upon the seas steaming steadily towards their far-off
ports. Then I thought of what presently might happen to them, of the
tremors followed by convulsions, of the sudden crashing down of
cities, such as we had seen in the picture Yva showed us in the
Temple, of the inflow of the waters of the deep piled up in mighty
waves, of the woe and desolation as of the end of the world, and of
the quiet, following death. So I thought and in my heart prayed to
the great Arch-Architect of the Universe to stretch out His Arm to
avert this fearsome ruin of His handiwork.

Oro glared, his thin fingers tightened their grip upon the rod, his
hair and long beard seemed to bristle with furious and delighted
excitement. The purple-fringed rim of the Monster had long
overshadowed the whited patch of rock; its grinding foot was scarce
ten yards away. Oro made more signs to Yva who, beneath the
shelter of her shield, again bent down and did something that I
could not see. Then, as though her part were played, she rose, drew
the grey hood of her cloak all about her face so that her eyes alone
remained visible, took one step towards me and in the broken
English we had taught her, called into my ear.

“Humphrey, God you bless! Humphrey, we meet soon. Forget not

me! “

She stepped back again before I could attempt to answer, and next
instant with a hideous, concentrated effort, Oro bending himself

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double, thrust upon the rod, as I could see from his open mouth,
shouting while he thrust.

At the same moment, with a swift spring, Yva leapt immediately in

front of the lens or window, so that the metallic shield with which
she covered herself pressed against its substance.

Simultaneously Oro flung up his arms as though in horror.

Too late! The shutter fell and from behind it there sprang out a rush
of living flame. It struck on Yva’s shield and expanded to right and
left. The insulated shield and garments that she wore seemed to
resist it. For a fraction of time she stood there like a glowing angel,
wrapped in fire.

Then she was swept outwards and upwards and at a little distance
dissolved like a ghost and vanished from our sight.

Yva was ashes! Yva was gone! The sacrifice was consummated!

And not in vain! Not in vain! On her poor breast she had received
the full blast of that hellish lightning flash. Yet whilst destroying, it
turned away from her, seeking the free paths of the air. So it came
about that its obstructed strength struck the foot of the travelling
gyroscope, diffused and did not suffice to thrust it that one necessary
inch on which depended the fate of half the world, or missing it
altogether, passed away on either side. Even so the huge, gleaming
mountain rocked and trembled. Once, twice, thrice, it bowed itself
towards us as though in majestic homage to greatness passed away.
For a second, too, its course was checked, and at the check the earth
quaked and trembled. Yes, then the world shook, and the blue
globes of fire went out, while I was thrown to the ground.

When they returned again, the flaming monster was once more
sailing majestically upon its way and down the accustomed left-hand
path!

Indeed the sacrifice was not in vain. The world shook—but Yva had
saved the world!

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Chapter XXVI

Tommy

I lay still a while, on my back as I had fallen, and beneath the shield-
like defence which Yva had given to me. Notwithstanding the fire-
resisting, metalised stuff of which it was made, I noted that it was
twisted and almost burnt through. Doubtless the stored-up
electricity or earth magnetism, or whatever it may have been that
had leapt out of that hole, being diffused by the resistance with
which it was met, had grazed me with its outer edge, and had it not
been for the shield and cloak, I also should have been burned up. I
wished, oh! how I wished that it had been so. Then, by now all must
have finished and I should have known the truth as to what awaits
us beyond the change: sleep, or dreams, or perchance the fullest life.
Also I should not have learned alone.

Lying there thus, idly, as though in a half-sleep, I felt Tommy licking

my face, and throwing my arm about the poor little frightened beast,
I watched the great world-balance as it retreated on its eternal
journey. At one time its vast projecting rim had overshadowed us
and almost seemed to touch the cliff of rock against which we leant. I
remember that the effect of that shining arch a thousand feet or so
above our heads was wonderful. It reminded me of a canopy of
blackest thunder clouds supported upon a framework of wheeling
rainbows, while beneath it all the children of the devil shouted
together in joy. I noted this effect only a few seconds before Yva
spoke to me and leapt into the path of the flash.

Now, however, it was far away, a mere flaming wheel that became
gradually smaller, and its Satanic voices were growing faint. As I
have said, I watched its disappearance idly, reflecting that I should
never look upon its like again; also that it was something well worth
going forth to see. Then I became aware that the humming, howling
din had decreased sufficiently to enable me to hear human voices
without effort. Bastin was addressing Bickley— like myself they
were both upon the ground.

“Her translation, as you may have noticed, Bickley, if you were not
too frightened, was really very remarkable. No doubt it will have
reminded you, as it did me, of that of Elijah. She had exactly the
appearance of a person going up to Heaven in a vehicle of fire. The

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destination was certainly the same, and even the cloak she wore
added a familiar touch and increased the similarity. “

“At any rate it did not fall upon you, “ answered Bickley with
something like a sob, in a voice of mingled awe and exasperation.
“For goodness’ sake! Bastin, stop your Biblical parallels and let us
adore, yes, let us adore the divinest creature that the earth has
borne!“

Never have I loved Bickley more than when I heard him utter those
words.

“‘Divinest’ is a large term, Bickley, and one to which I hesitate to

subscribe, remembering as I do certain of the prophets and the Early
Fathers with all their faults, not of course to mention the Apostles.
But—” here he paused, for suddenly all three of us became aware of
Oro.

He also has been thrown to the ground by the strength of the

prisoned forces which he gathered and loosed upon their unholy
errand, but, as I rejoiced to observe, had suffered from them much
more than ourselves. Doubtless this was owing to the fact that he
had sprung forward in a last wild effort to save his daughter, or to
prevent her from interfering with his experiment, I know not which.
As a result his right cheek was much scorched, his right arm was
withered and helpless, and his magnificent beard was half burnt off
him. Further, very evidently he was suffering from severe shock, for
he rocked upon his feet and shook like an aspen leaf. All this,
however, did not interfere with the liveliness of his grief and rage.

There he stood, a towering shape, like a lightning-smitten statue, and

cursed us, especially Bastin.

“My daughter has gone! “ he cried, “burned up by the fiery power

that is my servant. Nothing remains of her but dust, and, Priest, this
is your doing. You poisoned her heart with your childish doctrines
of mercy and sacrifice, and the rest, so that she threw herself into the
path of the flash to save some miserable races that she had never
even known. “

He paused exhausted, whereon Bastin answered him with spirit:

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“Yes, Oro, she being a holy woman, has gone where you will never
follow her. Also it is your own fault since you should have listened
to her entreaties instead of boxing her ears like the brute you are. “

“My daughter is gone, “ went on Oro, recovering his strength, “and

my great designs are ruined. Yet only for a while, “ he added, “for
the world-balance will return again, if not till long after your life-
spans are done. “

“If you don’t doctor yourself, Lord Oro, “ said Bickley, also rising, “I
may tell you as one who understands such things, that most likely it
will be after your life-span is done also. Although their effect may be
delayed, severe shocks from burns and over- excitement are apt to
prove fatal to the aged. “

Oro snarled at him; no other word describes it.

“And there are other things, Physician, “ he said, “which are apt to
prove fatal to the young. At least now you will no longer deny my
power. “

“I am not so sure, “ answered Bickley, “since it seems that there is a

greater Power, namely that of a woman’s love and sacrifice. “

“And a greater still, “ interrupted Bastin, “Which put those ideas

into her head. “

“As for you, Humphrey, “ went on Oro, “I rejoice to think that you at
least have lost two things that man desires above all other things—
the woman you sought and the future kingship of the world. “

I stood up and faced him.

“The first I have gained, although how, you do not understand, Oro,
“ I answered. “And of the second, seeing that it would have come
through you, on your conditions, I am indeed glad to be rid. I wish
no power that springs from murder, and no gifts from one who
answered his daughter’s prayer with blows. “

For a moment he seemed remorseful.

“She vexed me with her foolishness, “ he said. Then his rage blazed
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“And it was you who taught it to her, “ he went on. “You are guilty,
all three of you, and therefore I am left with none to serve me in my
age; therefore also my mighty schemes are overthrown. “

“Also, Oro, if you speak truth, therefore half the world is saved, “ I
added quietly, “and one has left it of whom it was unworthy. “

“You think that these civilisations of yours, as you are pleased to call
them, are saved, do you? “ he sneered. “Yet, even if Bickley were
right and I should die and become powerless, I tell you that they are
already damned. I have studied them in your books and seen them
with my eyes, and I say that they are rotten before ever they are ripe,
and that their end shall be the end of the Sons of Wisdom, to die for
lack of increase. That is why I would have saved the East, because in
it alone there is increase, and thence alone can rise the great last race
of man which I would have given to your children for an heritage.
Moreover, think not that you Westerners have done with wars. I tell
you that they are but begun and that the sword shall eat you up, and
what the sword spares class shall snatch from class in the struggle
for supremacy and ease. “

Thus he spoke with extraordinary and concentrated bitterness that I

confess would have frightened me, had I been capable of fear, which
at the moment I was not. Who is afraid when he has lost all?

Nor was Bastin alarmed, if for other reasons.

“I think it right to tell you, Oro, “ he said, “that the only future you
need trouble about is your own. God Almighty will look after the
western civilisations in whatever way He may think best, as you
may remember He did just now. Only I am sure you won’t be here to
see how it is done. “

Again fury blazed in Oro’s eyes.

“At least I will look after you, you half-bred dogs, who yap out ill-
omened prophecies of death into my face. Since the three of you
loved my daughter whom you brought to her doom, and were by
her beloved, if differently, I think it best that you should follow on
her road. How? That is the question? Shall I leave you to starve in
these great caves? —Nay, look not towards the road of escape which
doubtless she pointed out to you, for, as Humphrey knows, I can
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I—” and he glanced upwards at the great globes of wandering fire,

as though he purposed to summon them to be our death, as
doubtless he could have done.

“I do not care what you do, “ I answered wearily. “Only I would beg
you to strike quickly. Yet for my friends I am sorry, since it was I
who led them on this quest, and for you, too, Tommy, “ I added,
looking at the poor little hound. “You were foolish, Tommy, “ I went
on, “when you scented out that old tyrant in his coffin, at least for
our own sake. “

Indeed the dog was terribly scared. He whined continually and from
time to time ran a little way and then returned to us, suggesting that
we should go from this horror-haunted spot. Lastly, as though he
understood that it was Oro who kept us there, he went to him and
jumping up, licked his hand in a beseeching fashion.

The super-man looked at the dog and as he looked the rage went out
of his face and was replaced by something resembling pity.

“I do not wish the beast to die, “ he muttered to himself in low

reflective tones, as though he thought aloud, “for of them all it alone
liked and did not fear me. I might take it with me but still it would
perish of grief in the loneliness of the caves. Moreover, she loved it
whom I shall see no more; yes, Yva—” as he spoke the name his
voice broke a little. “Yet if I suffer them to escape they will tell my
story to the world and make me a laughingstock. Well, if they do,
what does it matter? None of those Western fools would believe it;
thinking that they knew all; like Bickley they would mock and say
that they were mad, or liars. “

Again Tommy licked his hand, but more confidently, as though

instinct told him something of what was passing in Oro’s mind. I
watched with an idle wonder, marvelling whether it were possible
that this merciless being would after all spare us for the sake of the
dog.

So, strange to say, it came about, for suddenly Oro looked up and
said:

“Get you gone, and quickly, before my mood changes. The hound
has saved you. For its sake I give you your lives, who otherwise
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doubt not, a road that runs to the upper air. I think that it is still
open. Indeed, “ he added, closing his eyes for a moment, “I see that it
is still open, if long and difficult. Follow it, and should you win
through, take your boat and sail away as swiftly as you can. Whether
you die or live I care nothing, but my hands will be clean of your
blood, although yours are stained with Yva’s. Begone! and my curse
go with you. “

Without waiting for further words we went to fetch our lanterns,

water-bottles and bag of food which we had laid down at a little
distance. As we approached them I looked up and saw Oro standing
some way off. The light from one of the blue globes of fire which
passed close above his head, shone upon him and made him ghastly.
Moreover, it seemed to me as though approaching death had written
its name upon his malevolent countenance.

I turned my head away, for about his aspect in those sinister

surroundings there was something horrible, something menacing
and repellent to man and of him I wished to see no more. Nor indeed
did I, for when I glanced in that direction again Oro was gone. I
suppose that he had retreated into the shadows where no light
played.

We gathered up our gear, and while the others were relighting the
lanterns, I walked a few paces forward to the spot where Yva had
been dissolved in the devouring fire. Something caught my eye upon
the rocky floor. I picked it up. It was the ring, or rather the remains
of the ring that I had given her on that night when we declared our
love amidst the ruins by the crater lake. She had never worn it on her
hand but for her own reasons, as she told me, suspended it upon her
breast beneath her robe. It was an ancient ring that I had bought in
Egypt, fashioned of gold in which was set a very hard basalt or other
black stone. On this was engraved the ank or looped cross, which
was the Egyptian symbol of Life, and round it a snake, the symbol of
Eternity. The gold was for the most part melted, but the stone, being
so hard and protected by the shield and asbestos cloak, for such I
suppose it was, had resisted the fury of the flash. Only now it was
white instead of black, like a burnt onyx that had known the funeral
pyre. Indeed, perhaps it was an onyx. I kissed it and hid it away, for
it seemed to me to convey a greeting and with it a promise.

Then we started, a very sad and dejected trio. Leaving with a

shudder that vast place where the blue lights played eternally, we

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came to the shaft up and down which the travelling stone pursued
its endless path, and saw it arrive and depart again.

“I wonder he did not send us that way, “ said Bickley, pointing to it.

“I am sure I am very glad it never occurred to him, “ answered

Bastin, “for I am certain that we could not have made the journey
again without our guide, Yva. “

I looked at him and he ceased. Somehow I could not bear, as yet, to

hear her beloved name spoken by other lips.

Then we entered the passage that she pointed out to us, and began a
most terrible journey which, so far as we could judge, for we lost any
exact count of time, took us about sixty hours. The road, it is true,
was smooth and unblocked, but the ascent was fearfully steep and
slippery; so much so that often we were obliged to pull each other up
it and lie down to rest.

Had it not been for those large, felt-covered bottles of Life- water, I
am sure we should never have won through. But this marvelous
elixir, drunk a little at a time, always re- invigorated us and gave us
strength to push on. Also we had some food, and fortunately our
spare oil held out, for the darkness in that tunnel was complete.
Tommy became so exhausted that at length we must carry him by
turns. He would have died had it not been for the water; indeed I
thought that he was going to die.

After our last rest and a short sleep, however, he seemed to begin to
recover, and generally there was something in his manner which
suggested to us that he knew himself to be not far from the surface of
the earth towards which we had crawled upwards for thousands
upon thousands of feet, fortunately without meeting with any zone
of heat which was not bearable.

We were right, for when we had staggered forward a little further,

suddenly Tommy ran ahead of us and vanished. Then we heard him
barking but where we could not see, since the tunnel appeared to
take a turn and continue, but this time on a downward course, while
the sound of the barks came from our right. We searched with the
lanterns which were now beginning to die and found a little hole
almost filled with fallen pieces of rock. We scooped these away with
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more yards and we saw light, the blessed light of the moon, and in it
stood Tommy barking hoarsely. Next we heard the sound of the sea.
We struggled on desperately and presently pushed our way through
bushes and vegetation on to a steep declivity. Down this we rolled
and scrambled, to find ourselves at last lying upon a sandy beach,
whilst above us the full moon shone in the heavens.

Here, with a prayer of thankfulness, we flung ourselves down and

slept.

If it had not been for Tommy and we had gone further along the
tunnel, which I have little doubt stretched on beneath the sea, where,
I wonder, should we have slept that night?

When we woke the sun was shining high in the heavens. Evidently
there had been rain towards the dawn, though as we were lying
beneath the shelter of some broad-leaved tree, from it we had
suffered little inconvenience. Oh! how beautiful, after our sojourn in
those unholy caves, were the sun and the sea and the sweet air and
the raindrops hanging on the leaves.

We did not wake of ourselves; indeed if we had been left alone I am

sure that we should have slept the clock round, for we were terribly
exhausted. What woke us was the chatter of a crowd of Orofenans
who were gathered at a distance from the tree and engaged in
staring at us in a frightened way, also the barks of Tommy who
objected to their intrusion. Among the people I recognised our old
friend the chief Marama by his feather cloak, and sitting up,
beckoned to him to approach. After a good deal of hesitation he
came, walking delicately like Agag, and stopping from time to time
to study us, as though he were not sure that we were real.

“What frightens you, Marama? “ I asked him.

“You frighten us, O Friend-from-the-Sea. Whence did you and the

Healer and the Bellower come and why do your faces look like those
of ghosts and why is the little black beast so large-eyed and so thin?
Over the lake we know you did not come, for we have watched day
and night; moreover there is no canoe upon the shore. Also it would
not have been possible. “

“Why not? “ I asked idly.

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“Come and see, “ he answered.

Rising stiffly we emerged from beneath the tree and perceived that
we were at the foot of the cliff against which the remains of the yacht
had been borne by the great tempest. Indeed there it was within a
couple of hundred yards of us.

Following Marama we climbed the sloping path which ran up the

cliff and ascended a knoll whence we could see the lake and the cone
of the volcano in its centre. At least we used to be able to see this
cone, but now, at any rate with the naked eye, we could make out
nothing, except a small brown spot in the midst of the waters of the
lake.

“The mountain which rose up many feet in that storm which

brought you to Orofena, Friend-from-the-Sea, has now sunk till only
the very top of it is to be seen, “ said Marama solemnly. “Even the
Rock of Offerings has vanished beneath the water, and with it the
house that we built for you. “

“Yes, “ I said, affecting no surprise. “But when did that happen? “

“Five nights ago the world shook, Friend-from-the-Sea, and when

the sun rose we saw that the mouth of the cave which appeared on
the day of your coming, had vanished, and that the holy mountain
itself had sunk deep, so that now only the crest of it is left above the
water. “

“Such things happen, “ I replied carelessly.

“Yes, Friend-from-the-Sea. Like many other marvels they happen

where you and your companions are. Therefore we beg you who can
arise out of the earth like spirits, to leave us at once before our island
and all of us who dwell thereon are drowned beneath the ocean.
Leave us before we kill you, if indeed you be men, or die at your
hands if, as we think, you be evil spirits who can throw up
mountains and drag them down, and create gods that slay, and
move about in the bowels of the world. “

“That is our intention, for our business here is done, “ I answered

calmly. “Come now and help us to depart. But first bring us food.
Bring it in plenty, for we must victual our boat. “

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Marama bowed and issued the necessary orders. Indeed food

sufficient for our immediate needs was already there as an offering,
and of it we ate with thankfulness.

Then we boarded the ship and examined the lifeboat. Thanks to our
precautions it was still in very fair order and only needed some little
caulking which we did with grass fibre and pitch from the stores.
After this with the help of the Orofenans who worked hard in their
desperate desire to be rid of us, we drew the boat into the sea, and
provisioned her with stores from the ship, and with an ample supply
of water. Everything being ready at last, we waited for the evening
wind which always blew off shore, to start. As it was not due for half
an hour or more, I walked back to the tree under which we had slept
and tried to find the hole whence we had emerged from the tunnel
on to the face of the cliff.

My hurried search proved useless. The declivity of the cliff was

covered with tropical growth, and the heavy rain had washed away
every trace of our descent, and very likely filled the hole itself with
earth. At any rate, of it I could discover nothing. Then as the breeze
began to blow I returned to the boat and here bade adieu to Marama,
who gave me his feather cloak as a farewell gift.

“Good-bye, Friend-from-the-Sea, “ he said to me. “We are glad to

have seen you and thank you for many things. But we do not wish to
see you any more. “

“Good-bye, Marama, “ I answered. “What you say, we echo. At least

you have now no great lump upon your neck and we have rid you of
your wizards. But beware of the god Oro who dwells in the
mountain, for if you anger him he will sink your island beneath the
sea. “

“And remember all that I have taught you, “ shouted Bastin.

Marama shivered, though whether at the mention of the god Oro, of

whose powers the Orofenans had so painful a recollection, or at the
result of Bastin’s teachings, I do not know. And that was the last we
shall ever see of each other in this world.

The island faded behind us and, sore at heart because of all that we
had found and lost again, for three days we sailed northward with a
fair and steady wind. On the fourth evening by an extraordinary

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stroke of fortune, we fell in with an American tramp steamer, trading

from the South Sea Islands to San Francisco. To the captain, who
treated us very kindly, we said simply that we were a party of
Englishmen whose yacht had been wrecked on a small island several
hundreds of miles away, of which we knew neither the name, if it
had one, nor the position.

This story was accepted without question, for such things often
happen in those latitudes, and in due course we were landed at San
Francisco, where we made certain depositions before the British
Consul as to the loss of the yacht Star of the South. Then we crossed
America, having obtained funds by cable, and sailed for England in a
steamer flying the flag of the United States.

Of the great war which made this desirable I do not speak since it
has nothing, or rather little, to do with this history. In the end we
arrived safely at Liverpool, and thence travelled to our homes in
Devonshire.

Thus ended the history of our dealings with Oro, the super-man who
began his life more than two hundred and fifty thousand years ago,
and with his daughter, Yva, whom Bastin still often calls the
Glittering Lady.

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Chapter XXVII

Bastin Discovers a Resemblance

There is little more to tell.

Shortly after our return Bickley, like a patriotic Englishman,

volunteered for service at the front and departed in the uniform of
the R. A.M. C. Before he left he took the opportunity of explaining to
Bastin how much better it was in such a national emergency as
existed, to belong to a profession in which a man could do
something to help the bodies of his countrymen that had been
broken in the common cause, than to one like his in which it was
only possible to pelt them with vain words.

“You think that, do you, Bickley? “ answered Bastin. “Well, I hold

that it is better to heal souls than bodies, because, as even you will
have learned out there in Orofena, they last so much longer. “

“I am not certain that I learned anything of the sort, “ said Bickley,

“or even that Oro was more than an ordinary old man. He said that
he had lived a thousand years, but what was there to prove this
except his word, which is worth nothing? “

“There was the Lady Yva’s word also, which is worth a great deal,
Bickley. “

“Yes, but she may have meant a thousand moons. Further, as

according to her own showing she was still quite young, how could
she know her father’s age? “

“Quite so, Bickley. But all she actually said was that she was of the
same age as one of our women of twenty-seven, which may have
meant two hundred and seventy for all I know. However, putting
that aside you will admit that they had both slept for two hundred
and fifty thousand years. “

“I admit that they slept, Bastin, because I helped to awaken them,

but for how long there is nothing to show, except those star maps
which are probably quite inaccurate. “

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“They are not inaccurate, “ I broke in, “for I have had them checked
by leading astronomers who say that they show a marvelous
knowledge of the heavens as these were two hundred and fifty
thousand years ago, and are today. “

Here I should state that those two metal maps and the ring which I
gave to Yva and found again after the catastrophe, were absolutely
the only things connected with her or with Oro that we brought
away with us. The former I would never part with, feeling their
value as evidence. Therefore, when we descended to the city Nyo
and the depths beneath, I took them with me wrapped in cloth in my
pocket. Thus they were preserved. Everything else went when the
Rock of Offerings and the cave mouth sank beneath the waters of the
lake.

This may have happened either in the earth tremor, which no doubt
was caused by the advance of the terrific world-balance, or when the
electric power, though diffused and turned by Yva’s insulated body,
struck the great gyroscope’s travelling foot with sufficient strength,
not to shift it indeed on to the right-hand path as Oro had designed,
but still to cause it to stagger and even perhaps to halt for the
fraction of a second. Even this pause may have been enough to cause
convulsions of the earth above; indeed, I gathered from Marama and
other Orofenans that such convulsions had occurred on and around
the island at what must have corresponded with that moment of the
loosing of the force.

This loss of our belongings in the house of the Rock of Offerings was
the more grievous because among them were some Kodak
photographs which I had taken, including portraits of Oro and one
of Yva that was really excellent, to say nothing of pictures of the
mouth of the cave and of the ruins and crater lake above. How
bitterly I regret that I did not keep these photographs in my pocket
with the map-plates.

“Even if the star-maps are correct, still it proves nothing, “ said

Bickley, “since possibly Oro’s astronomical skill might have enabled
him to draw that of the sky at any period, though I allow this is
impossible. “

“I doubt his taking so much trouble merely to deceive three

wanderers who lacked the knowledge even to check them, “ I said.
“But all this misses the point, Bickley. However long they had slept,

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that man and woman did arise from seeming death. They did dwell
in those marvelous caves with their evidences of departed
civilisations, and they did show us that fearful, world-wandering
gyroscope. These things we saw. “

“I admit that we saw them, Arbuthnot, and I admit that they are one
and all beyond human comprehension. To that extent I am
converted, and, I may add, humbled, “ said Bickley.

“So you ought to be, “ exclaimed Bastin, “seeing that you always
swore that there was nothing in the world that is not capable of a
perfectly natural explanation. “

“Of which all these things may be capable, Bastin, if only we held the
key. “

“Very well, Bickley, but how do you explain what the Lady Yva did?
I may tell you now what she commanded me to conceal at the time,
namely, that she became a Christian; so much so that by her own
will, I baptised and confirmed her on the very morning of her
sacrifice. Doubtless it was this that changed her heart so much that
she became willing, of course without my knowledge, to leave
everything she cared for, “ here he looked hard at me, “and lay
down her life to save the world, half of which she believed was
about to be drowned by Oro. Now, considering her history and
upbringing, I call this a spiritual marvel, much greater than any you
now admit, and one you can’t explain, Bickley. “

“No, I cannot explain, or, at any rate, I will not try, “ he answered,
also staring hard at me. “Whatever she believed, or did not believe,
and whatever would or would not have happened, she was a great
and wonderful woman whose memory I worship. “

“Quite so, Bickley, and now perhaps you see my point, that what
you describe as mere vain words may also be helpful to mankind;
more so, indeed, than your surgical instruments and pills. “

“You couldn’t convert Oro, anyway, “ exclaimed Bickley, with

irritation.

“No, Bickley; but then I have always understood that the devil is
beyond conversion because he is beyond repentance. You see, I think
that if that old scoundrel was not the devil himself, at any rate he

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was a bit of him, and, if I am right, I am not ashamed to have failed

in his case. “

“Even Oro was not utterly bad, Bastin, “ I said, reflecting on certain
traits of mercy that he had shown, or that I dreamed him to have
shown in the course of our mysterious midnight journeys to various
parts of the earth. Also I remembered that he had loved Tommy and
for his sake had spared our lives. Lastly, I do not altogether wonder
that he came to certain hasty conclusions as to the value of our
modern civilisations.

“I am very glad to hear it, Humphrey, since while there is a spark

left the whole fire may burn up again, and I believe that to the
Divine mercy there are no limits, though Oro will have a long road
to travel before he finds it. And now I have something to say. It has
troubled me very much that I was obliged to leave those Orofenans
wandering in a kind of religious twilight. “

“You couldn’t help that, “ said Bickley, “seeing that if you had
stopped, by now you would have been wandering in religious light.“

“Still, I am not sure that I ought not to have stopped. I seem to have
deserted a field that was open to me. However, it can’t be helped,
since it is certain that we could never find that island again, even if
Oro has not sunk it beneath the sea, as he is quite capable of doing,
to cover his tracks, so to speak. So I mean to do my best in another
field by way of atonement. “

“You are not going to become a missionary? “ I said.

“No, but with the consent of the Bishop, who, I think, believes that
my locum got on better in the parish than I do, as no doubt was the
case, I, too, have volunteered for the Front, and been accepted as a
chaplain of the 201st Division. “

“Why, that’s mine! “ said Bickley.

“Is it? I am very glad, since now we shall be able to pursue our
pleasant arguments and to do our best to open each other’s minds. “

“You fellows are more fortunate than I am, “ I remarked. “I also

volunteered, but they wouldn’t take me, even as a Tommy, although
I misstated my age. They told me, or at least a specialist whom I saw

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did afterwards, that the blow I got on the head from that sorcerer’s
boy—”

“I know, I know! “ broke in Bickley almost roughly. “Of course,

things might go wrong at any time. But with care you may live to old
age. “

“I am sorry to hear it, “ I said with a sigh, “at least I think I am.
Meanwhile, fortunately there is much that I can do at home; indeed a
course of action has been suggested to me by an old friend who is
now in authority. “

Once more Bickley and Bastin in their war-stained uniforms were

dining at my table and on the very night of their return from the
Front, which was unexpected. Indeed Tommy nearly died of joy on
hearing their voices in the hall. They, who played a worthy part in
the great struggle, had much to tell me, and naturally their more
recent experiences had overlaid to some extent those which we
shared in the mysterious island of Orofena. Indeed we did not speak
of these until, just as they were going away, Bastin paused beneath a
very beautiful portrait of my late wife, the work of an artist famous
for his power of bringing out the inner character, or what some
might call the soul, of the sitter. He stared at it for a while in his
short-sighted way, then said: “Do you know, Arbuthnot, it has
sometimes occurred to me, and never more than at this moment, that
although they were different in height and so on, there was a really
curious physical resemblance between your late wife and the Lady
Yva. “

“Yes, “ I answered. “I think so too. “

Bickley also examined the portrait very carefully, and as he did so I

saw him start. Then he turned away, saying nothing.

Such is the summary of all that has been important in my life. It is, I
admit, an odd story and one which suggests problems that I cannot
solve. Bastin deals with such things by that acceptance which is the
privilege and hall-mark of faith; Bickley disposes, or used to dispose,
of them by a blank denial which carries no conviction, and least of all
to himself.

What is life to most of us who, like Bickley, think ourselves learned?

A round, short but still with time and to spare wherein to be dull

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and lonesome; a fateful treadmill to which we were condemned we

know not how, but apparently through the casual passions of those
who went before us and are now forgotten, causing us, as the Bible
says, to be born in sin; up which we walk wearily we know not why,
seeming never to make progress; off which we fall outworn we
know not when or whither.

Such upon the surface it appears to be, nor in fact does our
ascertained knowledge, as Bickley would sum it up, take us much
further. No prophet has yet arisen who attempted to define either
the origin or the reasons of life. Even the very Greatest of them
Himself is quite silent on this matter. We are tempted to wonder
why. Is it because life as expressed in the higher of human beings, is,
or will be too vast, too multiform and too glorious for any definition
which we could understand? Is it because in the end it will involve
for some, if not for all, majesty on unfathomed majesty, and glory
upon unimaginable glory such as at present far outpass the limits of
our thought?

The experiences which I have recorded in these pages awake in my

heart a hope that this may be so. Bastin is wont, like many others, to
talk in a light fashion of Eternity without in the least comprehending
what he means by that gigantic term. It is not too much to say that
Eternity, something without beginning and without end, and
involving, it would appear, an everlasting changelessness, is a state
beyond human comprehension. As a matter of fact we mortals do
not think in constellations, so to speak, or in aeons, but by the
measures of our own small earth and of our few days thereon. We
cannot really conceive of an existence stretching over even one
thousand years, such as that which Oro claimed and the Bible
accords to a certain early race of men, omitting of course his two
thousand five hundred centuries of sleep. And yet what is this but
one grain in the hourglass of time, one day in the lost record of our
earth, of its sisters the planets and its father the sun, to say nothing of
the universes beyond?

It is because I have come in touch with a prolonged though perfectly

finite existence of the sort, that I try to pass on the reflections which
the fact of it awoke in me. There are other reflections connected with
Yva and the marvel of her love and its various manifestations which
arise also. But these I keep to myself. They concern the wonder of
woman’s heart, which is a microcosm of the hopes and fears and
desires and despairs of this humanity of ours whereof from age to
age she is the mother.

HUMPHREY ARBUTHNOT.

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NOTE

By J. R. Bickley, M.R. C.S.

Within about six months of the date on which he wrote the last
words of this history of our joint adventures, my dear friend,
Humphrey Arbuthnot, died suddenly, as I had foreseen that
probably he would do, from the results of the injury he received in
the island of Orofena.

He left me the sole executor to his will, under which he divided his
property into three parts. One third he bequeathed to me, one third
(which is strictly tied up) to Bastin, and one third to be devoted,
under my direction, to the advancement of Science.

His end appears to have been instantaneous, resulting from an

effusion of blood upon the brain. When I was summoned I found
him lying dead by the writing desk in his library at Fulcombe Priory.
He had been writing at the desk, for on it was a piece of paper on
which appear these words: “I have seen her. I—” There the writing
ends, not stating whom he thought he had seen in the moments of
mental disturbance or delusion which preceded his decease.

Save for certain verbal corrections, I publish this manuscript without

comment as the will directs, only adding that it sets out our mutual
experiences very faithfully, though Arbuthnot’s deductions from
them are not always my own.

I would say also that I am contemplating another visit to the South

Sea Islands, where I wish to make some further investigations. I dare
say, however, that these will be barren of results, as the fountain of
Life-water is buried for ever, nor, as I think, will any human being
stand again in the Hades-like halls of Nyo. It is probable also that it
would prove impossible to rediscover the island of Orofena, if
indeed that volcanic land still remains above the waters of the deep.

Now that he is a very wealthy man, Bastin talks of accompanying me

for purposes quite different from my own, but on the whole I hope
he will abandon this idea. I may add that when he learned of his
unexpected inheritance he talked much of the “deceitfulness of
riches, “ but that he has not as yet taken any steps to escape their

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golden snare. Indeed he now converses of his added “opportunities

of usefulness, “ I gather in connection with missionary enterprise.

J. R. BICKLEY.

P. S.—I forgot to state that the spaniel Tommy died within three days
of his owner. The poor little beast was present in the room at the
time of Arbuthnot’s passing away, and when found seemed to be
suffering from shock. From that moment Tommy refused food and
finally was discovered quite dead and lying by the body on
Marama’s feather cloak, which Arbuthnot often used as a dressing-
gown. As Bastin raised some religious objections, I arranged without
his knowledge that the dog’s ashes should rest not far from those of
the master and mistress whom it loved so well.

J. R.B.

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