Wes cursed, and, forgetting that the warriors understood no English, ordered them in that tongue to make way for him. For answer, one of them leaped out at him, his sword swinging up. Craig"s face set; he levelled the automatic and fired. The bullet caught the man in the midst of his leap; he spun round, his sword clanked to the floor, and he fell.
Wes fired again at the staring mob; then again; but the last time only a sharp click answered his trigger finger. He flung the gun into the thick of the hesitating warriors, swept the dead soldier"s sword off the floor and pressed forward, intending to hack his way through.
But he did not have to. The other warriors were only human. They had just seen uncanny, instant death. They shrank back from the door; some even ran back from the stranger, preferring the flames to the thunder-death that he meted out. The doorway was cleared, and Craig pulled the girl through.
"Back to the left!" she gasped. "Across the bridge! Quick--Shabako comes!"
Even as they ran, they heard the Pharaoh"s furious bawling as he struggled up to the door of the Temple, which he had not been able to reach for the rolling tide of fear-stricken people around him. He was shouting:
"After them--after them! They cross the bridge! Follow them, everyone!
I will take the other way up and trap them! Hurry!"
He turned to the right, panting up the corridor in the direction from which he had first approached the Temple. And slowly, as they collected their dazed wits, the swarm of warriors and priests and common people followed the fleeing pair toward the bridge.
Wes Craig was tired, but the shouting pursuit lent strength to his near-exhausted limbs. Spears snaked after Taia and him from the warriors close behind; but, once across the dangerous bridge, he disregarded them long enough to hack its supports through and see it fade into the blackness beneath. "Get across now, d.a.m.n you!" he yelled, and ran again after the girl"s leading figure.
All now depended on their speed in reaching the top of the extinct volcano, and of that speed he was none too confident. He had gone through two strength-sapping fights in the last hour; his nerves were ragged from the constant strain, and his breath came in racking sobs.
He wished pa.s.sionately he had a loaded gun--even his smashed vial of Kundrenaline. The fluid would have put marvelous new life in his weary limbs.
"Hurry, Taia!" he gasped: "we must beat them! Shabako goes some other way to head us off! If only we can get to my bird-that-flies-in-the-air!"
Once again they stumbled up the difficult pa.s.sage, fighting for speed with tired bodies, bodies which every twist and obstacle tried sorely.
Without the girl, Wes could never have made it: she led him unerringly through the branching, gloomily-lit corridors, up flights of rickety steps, her knowledge of several short-cuts aiding measurably the speed of their progress. Tired as he was, admiration for the mighty fire of courage that burned in Taia"s frail figure, and drove it forward when all physical strength was gone, never left him. For she had been through as much as he--and even more!...
They did not know it then, but the Pharaoh had made good time on the other side. As they at last neared the cup of the crater, and pa.s.sed the place where the two diverging main corridors, each slanting downwards, met, they heard Shabako"s shouts and the rapid clatter of his feet on the rock floor.
In a desperate sprint, they gained the flight of steps, stumbled up them, and came again into the glorious fresh cold air, and the slanting rays of the setting sun....
New life surged through Craig"s body; but, whereas he ran across the uneven cup of the crater with fresh speed, the girl seamed suddenly to tire. He had taken the lead; now he went back, took her hand and pulled her forward, puzzled by her sudden exhaustion. He did not have time to question her, however, for the rapid beat of footsteps grew quickly very loud, and with a shout Shabako burst up into the open and caught sight of them.
The two went across the lip and slid down the slope of the volcano with all the haste they could. Shabako only twenty yards behind, his sword waving aloft and his dark face lit with a savage hate. And he was gaining--gaining steadily; and Taia was tiring more and more, and was becoming almost a dead weight on Wes Craig"s supporting arm....
This was the last stretch, over almost the same ground the girl and her dead lover, Inaros, had covered twenty years before--and with the same pursuer behind. Again, by grace of the potent Kundrenaline, Shabako and the girl were enacting the desperate chase of years before, the chase that had ended in death for Inaros....
But there was a stricken look in Taia"s eyes now.
"I am suddenly so tired, Divine One!" she gasped. She seemed hardly able to walk. Craig could not understand. s.n.a.t.c.hing a glance backwards, he saw that the Pharaoh, too, seemed to be strangely tiring--but gaining nevertheless....
He was practically carrying the suddenly exhausted girl when they came to the cleft in the ice from which he had dug her the day before.
There was no time to get across, for before they could climb the other side Shabako would be on them. Wes gripped the handle of his blade.
Here the last fight would have to be made.
"Go down the cleft, out of the way!" he told the girl rapidly. He did not have time to help her; he swung round just in time to parry a slash of Shabako"s sword with his own.
Then Wes Craig stepped back and stared at his opponent, a peculiar look in his eyes.
It might have been merely from the force of his first swipe, or he might have slipped--but Shabako staggered drunkenly and barely avoided falling. With an oath, he came erect and once more charged at the American. It was easy for Wes to avoid his thrust; it would have been childishly easy to drive his blade through the Pharaoh"s unguarded chest. But somehow Craig withheld his attack, and only peered more closely at the other. He rubbed his hand across his eyes. What he was seeing was incredible.
For Shabako"s face was going a ghastly white; and, as Wes watched, he groaned, tried to raise his sword arm for another blow--and could not.
He staggered, legs askew, lurched crazily forward, stumbled, and at last pitched down on the ice near the cleft.
Then his great body rolled over, arms flung wide, and lay still. And the face of Pharaoh Shabako stared unseeingly up at the darkening sky....
Then, in a flash, understanding came to Wes Craig.
"Oh, G.o.d!" he cried. "The Kundrenaline!"
He had forgotten completely about the liquid he had infused into Shabako"s veins. Its potency, adequate to the tremendous task of revitalizing a long-dead heart, had given out--hastened, no doubt, by the great physical exertions of the man, and made sudden by the return to the biting air of the ice fields. The liquid was only for emergency use, anyway, and supposed to serve for a period of but hours, after which the heart was intended to carry on alone.
Shabako"s heart had not been able to carry on any longer....
Wes Craig was afraid to think, afraid almost to look, to see how Taia had stood the shock. Her sudden weariness became at once all too clear to him....
Slowly he turned and looked down into the cleft. He saw her--a slender, quiet little figure, flat on the ice by the body of her slain lover.
He leaped down the slippery bank and ran to her side; knelt there, and grasped her cold white hand.
The girl"s eyelids were closed, but when he touched her, they flickered, and a little sigh came from her pallid lips. Then her large black eyes, opened and looked up straight into his--and when she saw him there, she smiled.
It wrenched the man"s heart. "Taia!" he cried. "Taia!"
She nodded feebly, still smiling, and her lips moved. He bent close.
She was whispering something. The words came to him through a great fear.
"Take me--take me, O Divine One. Take me with thee to--to thy--heaven.... Canst thou not--take--Taia?"
With her last bit of quickly ebbing strength, she pressed his hand.
Then the fingers went limp in his, and her arm dropped. And her eyelids gently closed....
Wes"s jaws were clenched tightly as he folded her hands across her slim body. "If thy Pharaoh had not made me drop the vial," he murmured softly, "I would again bring thee to life, Taia, and take thee to my heaven.... Though"--with a sad smile, and relapsing into English--"Times Square would not be quite the heaven you had pictured...."
He stood up. The irony of the thing gripped him, and brought a wry smile to his tight lips. The body of Inaros, her dead lover, lay at her side; and Shabako"s still figure was but feet away. Once again they were all together in death. The Kundrenaline had pierced the black veil of their silent tryst and brought them back for a few fleeting hours; but even modern science could not stand long against the weight of twenty years.
And science would not have another chance with their still bodies.
They would quickly be found there by the pursuing Egyptians, and would be gone, already decaying, when he could get back with another vial....
A growing murmur of nearby voices brought the silent man back to the present. Over the cleft in the ice he saw a string of priests and warriors speeding towards him. He sighed. It was time to go. There was much he wanted to learn about these people and their strange civilization, but there was no chance for it now. Perhaps on another trip, later.
He looked a last time on Taia, lying by her lover.