Then in my thirst for knowledge I grew bold, and stealing to the door, looked through one of the cracks in its wood. Opposite to me, in the full flood of light thrown by a hanging lamp, her hand resting on a table at which Simbri was seated, stood the Khania. Truly she was a beauteous sight, for she wore robes of royal purple, and on her brow a little coronet of gold, beneath which her curling hair streamed down her shapely neck and bosom. Seeing her I guessed at once that she had arrayed herself thus for some secret end, enhancing her loveliness by every art and grace that is known to woman. Simbri was looking at her earnestly, with fear and doubt written on even his cold, impa.s.sive features.
"What pa.s.sed between you, then?" he asked, peering at her.
"I questioned him closely as to the reason of his coming to this land, and wrung from him the answer that it was to seek some beauteous woman-he would say no more. I asked him if she were more beauteous than I am, and he replied with courtesy-nothing else, I think-that it would be hard to say, but that she had been different. Then I said that though it behooved me not to speak of such a matter, there was no lady in Kaloon whom men held to be so fair as I; moreover, that I was its ruler, and that I and no other had saved him from the water. Aye, and I added that my heart told me I was the woman whom he sought."
"Have done, niece," said Simbri impatiently, "I would not hear of the arts you used-well enough, doubtless. What then?"
"Then he said that it might be so, since he thought that this woman was born again, and studied me a while, asking me if I had ever "pa.s.sed through fire." To this I replied that the only fires I had pa.s.sed were those of the spirit, and that I dwelt in them now. He said, "Show me your hair," and I placed a lock of it in his hand. Presently he let it fall, and from that satchel which he wears about his neck drew out another tress of hair-oh! Simbri, my uncle, the loveliest hair that ever eyes beheld, for it was soft as silk, and reached from my coronet to the ground. Moreover, no raven"s wing in the sunshine ever shone as did that fragrant tress.
""Yours is beautiful," he said, "but see, they are not the same."
""Mayhap," I answered, "since no woman ever wore such locks."
""You are right," he replied, "for she whom I seek was more than a woman."
"And then-and then-though I tried him in many ways he would say no more, so, feeling hate against this Unknown rising in my heart, and fearing lest I should utter words that were best unsaid, I left him. Now I bid you, search the books which are open to your wisdom and tell me of this woman whom he seeks, who she is, and where she dwells. Oh! search them swiftly, that I may find her and-kill her if I can."
"Aye, if you can," answered the Shaman, "and if she lives to kill. But say, where shall we begin our quest? Now, this letter from the Mountain that the head-priest Oros sent to your court a while ago?"-and he selected a parchment from a pile which lay upon the table and looked at her.
"Read," she said, "I would hear it again."
So he read: "From the Hesea of the House of Fire, to Atene, Khania of Kaloon.
"My sister-Warning has reached me that two strangers of a western race journey to your land, seeking my Oracle, of which they would ask a question. On the first day of the next moon, I command that you and with you Simbri, your great-uncle, the wise Shaman, Guardian of the Gate, shall be watching the river in the gulf at the foot of the ancient road, for by that steep path the strangers travel. Aid them in all things and bring them safely to the Mountain, knowing that in this matter I shall hold him and you to account. Myself I will not meet them, since to do so would be to break the pact between our powers, which says that the Hesea of the Sanctuary visits not the territory of Kaloon, save in war. Also their coming is otherwise appointed."
"It would seem," said Simbri, laying down the parchment, "that these are no chance wanderers, since Hes awaits them."
"Aye, they are no chance wanderers, since my heart awaited one of them also. Yet the Hesea cannot be that woman, for reasons which are known to you."
"There are many women on the Mountain," suggested the Shaman in a dry voice, "if indeed any woman has to do with this matter."
"I at least have to do with it, and he shall not go to the Mountain."
"Hes is powerful, my niece, and beneath these smooth words of hers lies a dreadful threat. I say that she is mighty from of old and has servants in the earth and air who warned her of the coming of these men, and will warn her of what befalls them. I know it, who hate her, and to your royal house of Ra.s.sen it has been known for many a generation. Therefore thwart her not lest ill befall us all, for she is a spirit and terrible. She says that it is appointed that they shall go--"
"And I say it is appointed that he shall not go. Let the other go if he desires."
"Atene, be plain, what will you with the man called Leo-that he should become your lover?" asked the Shaman.
She stared him straight in the eyes, and answered boldly-"Nay, I will that he should become my husband."
"First he must will it too, who seems to have no mind that way. Also, how can a woman have two husbands?"
She laid her hand upon his shoulder and said-"I have no husband. You know it well, Simbri. I charge you by the close bond of blood between us, brew me another draught--"
"That we may be bound yet closer in a bond of murder! Nay, Atene, I will not; already your sin lies heavy on my head. You are very fair; take the man in your own net, if you may, or let him be, which is better far."
"I cannot let him be. Would that I were able. I must love him as I must hate the other whom he loves, yet some power hardens his heart against me. Oh! great Shaman, you that peep and mutter, you who can read the future and the past, tell me what you have learned from your stars and divinations."
"Already I have sought through many a secret, toilsome hour and learned this, Atene," he answered. "You are right, the fate of yonder man is intertwined with yours, but between you and him there rises a mighty wall that my vision cannot pierce nor my familiars climb. Yet I am taught that in death you and he-aye, and I also, shall be very near together."
"Then come death," she exclaimed with sullen pride, "for thence at least I"ll pluck out my desire."
"Be not so sure," he answered, "for I think that the Power follows us even down this dark gulf of death. I think also that I feel the sleepless eyes of Hes watching our secret souls."
"Then blind them with the dust of illusions-as you can. To-morrow, also, saying nothing of their s.e.x, send a messenger to the Mountain and tell the Hesea that two old strangers have arrived-mark you, old-but that they are very sick, that their limbs were broken in the river, and that when they have healed again, I will send them to ask the question of her Oracle-that is, some three moons hence. Perchance she may believe you, and be content to wait; or if she does not, at least no more words. I must sleep or my brain will burst. Give me that medicine which brings dreamless rest, for never did I need it more, who also feel eyes upon me," and she glanced towards the door.
Then I left, and not too soon, for as I crept down the darksome pa.s.sage, I heard it open behind me.
CHAPTER VIII
THE DEATH-HOUNDS
It may have been ten o"clock on the following morning, or a little past it, when the Shaman Simbri came into my room and asked me how I had slept.
"Like a log," I answered, "like a log. A drugged man could not have rested more soundly."
"Indeed, friend Holly, and yet you look fatigued."
"My dreams troubled me somewhat," I answered. "I suffer from such things. But surely by your face, friend Simbri, you cannot have slept at all, for never yet have I seen you with so weary an air."
"I am weary," he said, with a sigh. "Last night I spent up on my business-watching at the Gates."
"What gates?" I asked. "Those by which we entered this kingdom, for, if so, I would rather watch than travel them."
"The Gates of the Past and of the Future. Yes, those two which you entered, if you will; for did you not travel out of a wondrous Past towards a Future that you cannot guess?"
"But both of which interest you," I suggested.
"Perhaps," he answered, then added, "I come to tell you that within an hour you are to start for the city, whither the Khania has but now gone on to make ready for you."
"Yes; only you told me that she had gone some days ago. Well, I am sound again and prepared to march, but say, how is my foster-son?"
"He mends, he mends. But you shall see him for yourself. It is the Khania"s will. Here come the slaves bearing your robes, and with them I leave you."
So with their a.s.sistance I dressed myself, first in good, clean under-linen, then in wide woollen trousers and vest, and lastly in a fur-lined camel-hair robe dyed black that was very comfortable to wear, and in appearance not unlike a long overcoat. A flat cap of the same material and a pair of boots made of untanned hide completed my attire.
Scarcely was I ready when the yellow-faced servants, with many bows, took me by the hand and led me down the pa.s.sages and stairs of the Gate-house to its door. Here, to my great joy, I found Leo, looking pale and troubled, but otherwise as well as I could expect after his sickness. He was attired like myself, save that his garments were of a finer quality, and the overcoat was white, with a hood to it, added, I suppose, to protect the wound in his head from cold and the sun. This white dress I thought became him very well, also about it there was nothing grotesque or even remarkable. He sprang to me and seized my hand, asking how I fared and where I had been hidden away, a greeting of which, as I could see, the warmth was not lost upon Simbri, who stood by.
I answered, well enough now that we were together again, and for the rest I would tell him later.
Then they brought us palanquins, carried, each of them, by two ponies, one of which was harnessed ahead and the other behind between long shaft-like poles. In these we seated ourselves, and at a sign from Simbri slaves took the leading ponies by the bridle and we started, leaving behind us that grim old Gate-house through which we were the first strangers to pa.s.s for many a generation.
For a mile or more our road ran down a winding, rocky gorge, till suddenly it took a turn, and the country of Kaloon lay stretched before us. At our feet was a river, probably the same with which we had made acquaintance in the gulf, where, fed by the mountain snows, it had its source. Here it flowed rapidly, but on the vast, alluvial lands beneath became a broad and gentle stream that wound its way through the limitless plains till it was lost in the blue of the distance.
To the north, however, this smooth, monotonous expanse was broken by that Mountain which had guided us from afar, the House of Fire. It was a great distance from us, more than a hundred miles, I should say, yet even so a most majestic sight in that clear air. Many leagues from the base of its peak the ground began to rise in brown and rugged hillocks, from which sprang the holy Mountain itself, a white and dazzling point that soared full twenty thousand feet into the heavens.
Yes, and there upon the nether lip of its crater stood the gigantic pillar, surmounted by a yet more gigantic loop of virgin rock, whereof the blackness stood out grimly against the blue of the sky beyond and the blinding snow beneath.
We gazed at it with awe, as well we might, this beacon of our hopes that for aught we knew might also prove their monument, feeling even then that yonder our fate would declare itself. I noted further that all those with us did it reverence by bowing their heads as they caught sight of the peak, and by laying the first finger of the right hand across the first finger of the left, a gesture, as we afterwards discovered, designed to avert its evil influence. Yes, even Simbri bowed, a yielding to inherited superst.i.tion of which I should scarcely have suspected him.
"Have you ever journeyed to that Mountain?" asked Leo of him.
Simbri shook his head and answered evasively.
"The people of the Plain do not set foot upon the Mountain. Among its slopes beyond the river which washes them, live hordes of brave and most savage men, with whom we are oftentimes at war; for when they are hungry they raid our cattle and our crops. Moreover, there, when the Mountain labours, run red streams of molten rock, and now and again hot ashes fall that slay the traveller."
"Do the ashes ever fall in your country?" asked Leo.
"They have been known to do so when the Spirit of the Mountain is angry, and that is why we fear her."
"Who is this Spirit?" said Leo eagerly.
"I do not know, lord," he answered with impatience. "Can men see a spirit?"
"You look as though you might, and had, not so long ago," replied Leo, fixing his gaze on the old man"s waxen face and uneasy eyes. For now their h.o.r.n.y calm was gone from the eyes of Simbri, which seemed as though they had beheld some sight that haunted him.
"You do me too much honour, lord," he replied; "my skill and vision do not reach so far. But see, here is the landing-stage, where boats await us, for the rest of our journey is by water."
These boats proved to be roomy and comfortable, having flat bows and sterns, since, although sometimes a sail was hoisted, they were designed for towing, not to be rowed with oars. Leo and I entered the largest of them, and to our joy were left alone except for the steersman.
Behind us was another boat, in which were attendants and slaves, and some men who looked like soldiers, for they carried bows and swords. Now the ponies were taken from the palanquins, that were packed away, and ropes of green hide, fastened to iron rings in the prows of the boats, were fixed to the towing tackle with which the animals had been reharnessed. Then we started, the ponies, two arranged tandem fashion to each punt, trotting along a well-made towing path that was furnished with wooden bridges wherever ca.n.a.ls or tributary streams entered the main river.
"Thank Heaven," said Leo, "we are together again at last! Do you remember, Horace, that when we entered the land of Kor it was thus, in a boat? The tale repeats itself."
"I can quite believe it," I answered. "I can believe anything. Leo, I say that we are but gnats meshed in a web, and yonder Khania is the spider and Simbri the Shaman guards the net. But tell me all you remember of what has happened to you, and be quick, for I do not know how long they may leave us alone."
"Well," he said, "of course I remember our arrival at that Gate after the lady and the old man had pulled us out of the river, and, Horace, talking of spiders reminds me of hanging at the end of that string of yak"s hide. Not that I need much reminding, for I am not likely to forget it. Do you know I cut the rope because I felt that I was going mad, and wished to die sane. What happened to you? Did you slip?"
"No; I jumped after you. It seemed best to end together, so that we might begin again together."
"Brave old Horace!" he said affectionately, the tears starting to his grey eyes.
"Well, never mind all that," I broke in; "you see you were right when you said that we should get through, and we have. Now for your tale."
"It is interesting, but not very long," he answered, colouring. "I went to sleep, and when I woke it was to find a beautiful woman leaning over me, and Horace-at first I thought that it was-you know who, and that she kissed me; but perhaps it was all a dream."
"It was no dream," I answered. "I saw it."
"I am sorry to hear it-very sorry. At any rate there was the beautiful woman-the Khania-for I saw her plenty of times afterwards, and talked to her in my best modern Greek-by the way, Ayesha knew the old Greek; that"s curious."
"She knew several of the ancient tongues, and so did other people. Go on."
"Well, she nursed me very kindly, but, so far as I know, until last night there was nothing more affectionate, and I had sense enough to refuse to talk about our somewhat eventful past. I pretended not to understand, said that we were explorers, etc., and kept asking her where you were, for I forgot to say I found that you had gone. I think that she grew rather angry with me, for she wanted to know something, and, as you can guess, I wanted to know a good deal. But I could get nothing out of her except that she was the Khania-a person in authority. There was no doubt about that, for when one of those slaves or servants came in and interrupted her while she was trying to draw the facts out of me, she called to some of her people to throw him out of the window, and he only saved himself by going down the stairs very quickly.
"Well, I could make nothing of her, and she could make little of me, though why she should be so tenderly interested in a stranger, I don"t know-unless, unless-oh! who is she, Horace?"
"If you will go on I will tell you what I think presently. One tale at a time."
"Very good. I got quite well and strong, comparatively speaking, till the climax last night, which upset me again. After that old prophet, Simbri, had brought me my supper, just as I was thinking of going to sleep, the Khania came in alone, dressed like a queen. I can tell you she looked really royal, like a princess in a fairy book, with a crown on, and her chestnut black hair flowing round her.
"Well, Horace, then she began to make love to me in a refined sort of way, or so I thought, looked at me and sighed, saying that we had known each other in the past-very well indeed I gathered-and implying that she wished to continue our friendship. I fenced with her as best I could; but a man feels fairly helpless lying on his back with a very handsome and very imperial-looking lady standing over him and paying him compliments.
"The end of it was that, driven to it by her questions and to stop that sort of thing, I told her that I was looking for my wife, whom I had lost, for, after all, Ayesha is my wife, Horace. She smiled and suggested that I need not look far; in short, that the lost wife was already found-in herself, who had come to save me from death in the river. Indeed, she spoke with such conviction that I grew sure that she was not merely amusing herself, and felt very much inclined to believe her, for, after all, Ayesha may be changed now.
"Then while I was at my wits" end I remembered the lock of hair-all that remains to us of her," and Leo touched his breast. "I drew it out and compared it with the Khania"s, and at the sight of it she became quite different, jealous, I suppose, for it is longer than hers, and not in the least like.
"Horace, I tell you that the touch of that lock of hair-for she did touch it-appeared to act upon her nature like nitric acid upon sham gold. It turned it black; all the bad in her came out. In her anger her voice sounded coa.r.s.e; yes, she grew almost vulgar, and, as you know, when Ayesha was in a rage she might be wicked as we understand it, and was certainly terrible, but she was never either coa.r.s.e or vulgar, any more than lightning is.
"Well, from that moment I was sure that whoever this Khania may be, she had nothing to do with Ayesha; they are so different that they never could have been the same-like the hair. So I lay quiet and let her talk, and coax, and threaten on, until at length she drew herself up and marched from the room, and I heard her lock the door behind her. That"s all I have to tell you, and quite enough too, for I don"t think that the Khania has done with me, and, to say the truth, I am afraid of her."
"Yes," I said, "quite enough. Now sit still, and don"t start or talk loud, for that steersman is probably a spy, and I can feel old Simbri"s eyes fixed upon our backs. Don"t interrupt either, for our time alone may be short."
Then I set to work and told him everything I knew, while he listened in blank astonishment.
"Great Heavens! what a tale," he exclaimed as I finished. "Now, who is this Hesea who sent the letter from the Mountain? And who, who is the Khania?"
"Who does your instinct tell you that she is, Leo?"
"Amenartas?" he whispered doubtfully. "The woman who wrote the Sherd, whom Ayesha said was the Egyptian princess-my wife two thousand years ago? Amenartas re-born?"
I nodded. "I think so. Why not? As I have told you again and again, I have always been certain of one thing, that if we were allowed to see the next act of the piece, we should find Amenartas, or rather the spirit of Amenartas, playing a leading part in it; you will remember I wrote as much in that record.
"If the old Buddhist monk Kou-en could remember his past, as thousands of them swear that they do, and be sure of his ident.i.ty continued from that past, why should not this woman, with so much at stake, helped as she is by the wizardry of the Shaman, her uncle, faintly remember hers?
"At any rate, Leo, why should she not still be sufficiently under its influence to cause her, without any fault or seeking of her own, to fall madly in love at first sight with a man whom, after all, she has always loved?"
"The argument seems sound enough, Horace, and if so I am sorry for the Khania, who hasn"t much choice in the matter-been forced into it, so to speak."
"Yes, but meanwhile your foot is in a trap again. Guard yourself, Leo, guard yourself. I believe that this is a trial sent to you, and doubtless there will be more to follow. But I believe also that it would be better for you to die than to make any mistake."
"I know it well," he answered; "and you need not be afraid. Whatever this Khania may have been to me in the past-if she was anything at all-that story is done with. I seek Ayesha, and Ayesha alone, and Venus herself shall not tempt me from her."
Then we began to speak with hope and fear of that mysterious Hesea who had sent the letter from the Mountain, commanding the Shaman Simbri to meet us: the priestess or spirit whom he declared was "mighty from of old" and had "servants in the earth and air."
Presently the prow of our barge b.u.mped against the bank of the river, and looking round I saw that Simbri had left the boat in which he sat and was preparing to enter ours. This he did, and, placing himself gravely on a seat in front of us, explained that nightfall was coming on, and he wished to give us his company and protection through the dark.