"And what have you seen, Shaman?" she asked again, "looking through the Gate you guard?"
"Strange sight, Khania, my niece. But-men awake from swoons."
"Aye," she answered, "so while this one sleeps, bear him to another chamber, for he needs change, and the lord yonder needs more s.p.a.ce and untainted air."
The Guardian, whom she called "Shaman" or Magician, held a lamp in his hand, and by its light it was easy to see his face, which I watched out of the corner of my eye. I thought that it wore a very strange expression, one moreover that alarmed me somewhat. From the beginning I had mis...o...b..ed me of this old man, whose cast of countenance was vindictive as it was able; now I was afraid of him.
"To which chamber, Khania?" he said with meaning.
"I think," she answered slowly, "to one that is healthful, where he will recover. The man has wisdom," she added as though in explanation, "moreover, having the word from the Mountain, to harm him would be dangerous. But why do you ask?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I tell you I heard the death-hounds bay, that is all. Yes, with you I think that he has wisdom, and the bee which seeks honey should suck the flower-before it fades! Also, as you say, there are commands with which it is ill to trifle, even if we cannot guess their meaning."
Then going to the door he blew upon his whistle, and instantly I heard the feet of his servants upon the stairs. He gave them an order, and gently enough they lifted the mattress on which I lay and followed him down sundry pa.s.sages and past some stairs into another chamber shaped like that we had left, but not so large, where they placed me upon a bed.
The Guardian watched me awhile to see that I did not wake. Next he stretched out his hand and felt my heart and pulse; an examination the results of which seemed to puzzle him, for he uttered a little exclamation and shook his head. After this he left the room, and I heard him bolt the door behind him. Then, being still very weak, I fell asleep in earnest.
When I awoke it was broad daylight. My mind was clear and I felt better than I had done for many a day, signs by which I knew that the fever had left me and that I was on the high road to recovery. Now I remembered all the events of the previous night and was able to weigh them carefully. This, to be sure, I did for many reasons, among them that I knew I had been and still was, in great danger.
I had seen and heard too much, and this woman called Khania guessed that I had seen and heard. Indeed, had it not been for my hints about the Symbol of Life and the Mount of Flame, after I had disarmed her first rage by my artifice, I felt sure that she would have ordered the old Guardian or Shaman to do me to death in this way or the other; sure also that he would not have hesitated to obey her. I had been spared partly because, for some unknown reason, she was afraid to kill me, and partly that she might learn how much I knew, although the "death-hounds had bayed," whatever that might mean. Well, up to the present I was safe, and for the rest I must take my chance. Moreover it was necessary to be cautious, and, if need were, to feign ignorance. So, dismissing the matter of my own fate from my mind, I fell to considering the scene which I had witnessed and what might be its purport.
Was our quest at an end? Was this woman Ayesha? Leo had so dreamed, but he was still delirious, therefore here was little on which to lean. What seemed more to the point was that she herself evidently appeared to think that there existed some tie between her and this sick man. Why had she embraced him? I was sure that she could be no wanton, nor indeed would any woman indulge for its own sake in such folly with a stranger who hung between life and death. What she had done was done because irresistible impulse, born of knowledge, or at least of memories, drove her on, though mayhap the knowledge was imperfect and the memories were undefined. Who save Ayesha could have known anything of Leo in the past? None who lived upon the earth to-day.
And yet, why not, if what Kou-en the abbot and tens of millions of his fellow-worshippers believed were true? If the souls of human beings were in fact strictly limited in number, and became the tenants of an endless succession of physical bodies which they change from time to time as we change our worn-out garments, why should not others have known him? For instance that daughter of the Pharaohs who "caused him through love to break the vows that he had vowed" knew a certain Kallikrates, a priest of "Isis whom the G.o.ds cherish and the demons obey;" even Amenartas, the mistress of magic.
Oh! now a light seemed to break upon me, a wonderful light. What if Amenartas and this Khania, this woman with royalty stamped on every feature, should be the same? Would not that "magic of my own people that I have" of which she wrote upon the Sherd, enable her to pierce the darkness of the Past and recognize the priest whom she had bewitched to love her, s.n.a.t.c.hing him out of the very hand of the G.o.ddess? What if it were not Ayesha, but Amenartas re-incarnate who ruled this hidden land and once more sought to make the man she loved break through his vows? If so, knowing the evil that must come, I shook even at its shadow. The truth must be learned, but how?
Whilst I wondered the door opened, and the sardonic, inscrutable-old-faced man, whom this Khania had called Magician, and who called the Khania, niece, entered and stood before me.
CHAPTER VII
THE FIRST ORDEAL
The shaman advanced to my side and asked me courteously how I fared.
I answered, "Better. Far better, oh, my host-but how are you named?"
"Simbri," he answered, "and, as I told you by the water, my t.i.tle is Hereditary Guardian of the Gate. By profession I am the royal Physician in this land."
"Did you say physician or magician?" I asked carelessly, as though I had not caught the word. He gave me a curious look.
"I said physician, and it is well for you and your companion that I have some skill in my art. Otherwise I think, perhaps, you would not have been alive to-day, O my guest-but how are you named?"
"Holly," I said.
"O my guest, Holly."
"Had it not been for the foresight that brought you and the lady Khania to the edge of yonder darksome river, certainly we should not have been alive, venerable Simbri, a foresight that seems to me to savour of magic in such a lonely place. That is why I thought you might have described yourself as a magician, though it is true that you may have been but fishing in those waters."
"Certainly I was fishing, stranger Holly-for men, and I caught two."
"Fishing by chance, host Simbri?"
"Nay, by design, guest Holly. My trade of physician includes the study of future events, for I am the chief of the Shamans or Seers of this land, and, having been warned of your coming quite recently, I awaited your arrival."
"Indeed, that is strange, most courteous also. So here physician and magician mean the same."
"You say it," he answered with a grave bow; "but tell me, if you will, how did you find your way to a land whither visitors do not wander?"
"Oh!" I answered, "perhaps we are but travellers, or perhaps we also have studied-medicine."
"I think that you must have studied it deeply, since otherwise you would not have lived to cross those mountains in search of-now, what did you seek? Your companion, I think, spoke of a queen-yonder, on the banks of the torrent."
"Did he? Did he, indeed? Well, that is strange since he seems to have found one, for surely that royal-looking lady, named Khania, who sprang into the stream and saved us, must be a queen."
"A queen she is, and a great one, for in our land Khania means queen, though how, friend Holly, a man who has lain senseless can have learned this, I do not know. Nor do I know how you come to speak our language."
"That is simple, for the tongue you talk is very ancient, and as it chances in my own country it has been my lot to study and to teach it. It is Greek, but although it is still spoken in the world, how it reached these mountains I cannot say."
"I will tell you," he answered. "Many generations ago a great conqueror born of the nation that spoke this tongue fought his way through the country to the south of us. He was driven back, but a general of his of another race advanced and crossed the mountains, and overcame the people of this land, bringing with him his master"s language and his own worship. Here he established his dynasty, and here it remains, for being ringed in with deserts and with pathless mountain snows, we hold no converse with the outer world."
"Yes, I know something of that story; the conqueror was named Alexander, was he not?" I asked.
"He was so named, and the name of the general was Ra.s.sen, a native of a country called Egypt, or so our records tell us. His descendants hold the throne to this day, and the Khania is of his blood."
"Was the G.o.ddess whom he worshipped called Isis?"
"Nay," he answered, "she was called Hes."
"Which," I interrupted, "is but another t.i.tle for Isis. Tell me, is her worship continued here? I ask because it is now dead in Egypt, which was its home."
"There is a temple on the Mountain yonder," he replied indifferently, "and in it are priests and priestesses who practise some ancient cult. But the real G.o.d of this people now, as long before the day of Ra.s.sen their conqueror, is the fire that dwells in this same Mountain, which from time to time breaks out and slays them."
"And does a G.o.ddess dwell in the fire?" I asked.
Again he searched my face with his cold eyes, then answered-"Stranger Holly, I know nothing of any G.o.ddess. That Mountain is sacred, and to seek to learn its secrets is to die. Why do you ask such questions?"
"Only because I am curious in the matter of old religions, and seeing the symbol of Life upon yonder peak, came hither to study yours, of which indeed a tradition still remains among the learned."
"Then abandon that study, friend Holly, for the road to it runs through the paws of the death-hounds, and the spears of savages. Nor indeed is there anything to learn."
"And what, Physician, are the death-hounds?"
"Certain dogs to which, according to our ancient custom, all offenders against the law or the will of the Khan, are cast to be torn to pieces."
"The will of the Khan! Has this Khania of yours a husband then?"
"Aye," he answered, "her cousin, who was the ruler of half the land. Now they and the land are one. But you have talked enough; I am here to say that your food is ready," and he turned to leave the room.
"One more question, friend Simbri. How came I to this chamber, and where is my companion?"
"You were borne hither in your sleep, and see, the change has bettered you. Do you remember nothing?"
"Nothing, nothing at all," I answered earnestly. "But what of my friend?"
"He also is better. The Khania Atene nurses him."
"Atene?" I said. "That is an old Egyptian name. It means the Disk of the Sun, and a woman who bore it thousands of years ago was famous for her beauty."
"Well, and is not my niece Atene beautiful?"
"How can I tell, O uncle of the Khania," I answered wearily, "who have scarcely seen her?"
Then he departed, and presently his yellow-faced, silent servants brought me my food.
Later in the morning the door opened again, and through it, unattended, came the Khania Atene, who shut and bolted it behind her. This action did not rea.s.sure me, still, rising in my bed, I saluted her as best I could, although at heart I was afraid. She seemed to read my doubts for she said-"Lie down, and have no fear. At present you will come by no harm from me. Now, tell me what is the man called Leo to you? Your son? Nay, it cannot be, since-forgive me-light is not born of darkness."
"I have always thought that it was so born, Khania. Yet you are right; he is but my adopted son, and a man whom I love."
"Say, what seek you here?" she asked.
"We seek, Khania, whatsoever Fate shall bring us on yonder Mountain, that which is crowned with flame."
Her face paled at the words, but she answered in a steady voice-"Then there you will find nothing but doom, if indeed you do not find it before you reach its slopes, which are guarded by savage men. Yonder is the College of Hes, and to violate its Sanctuary is death to any man, death in the ever-burning fire."
"And who rules this college, Khania-a priestess?"
"Yes, a priestess, whose face I have never seen, for she is so old that she veils herself from curious eyes."
"Ah! she veils herself, does she?" I answered, as the blood went thrilling through my veins, I who remembered another who also was so old that she veiled herself from curious eyes. "Well, veiled or unveiled, we would visit her, trusting to find that we are welcome."
"That you shall not do," she said, "for it is unlawful, and I will not have your blood upon my hands."
"Which is the stronger," I asked of her, "you, Khania, or this priestess of the Mountain?"
"I am the stronger, Holly, for so you are named, are you not? Look you, at my need I can summon sixty thousand men in war, while she has naught but her priests and the fierce, untrained tribes."
"The sword is not the only power in the world," I answered. "Tell me, now, does this priestess ever visit the country of Kaloon?"
"Never, never, for by the ancient pact, made after the last great struggle long centuries ago between the College and the people of the Plain, it was decreed and sworn to that should she set her foot across the river, this means war to the end between us, and rule for the victor over both. Likewise, save when unguarded they bear their dead to burial, or for some such high purpose, no Khan or Khania of Kaloon ascends the Mountain."
"Which then is the true master-the Khan of Kaloon or the head of the College of Hes?" I asked again.
"In matters spiritual, the priestess of Hes, who is our Oracle and the voice of Heaven. In matters temporal, the Khan of Kaloon."
"The Khan. Ah! you are married, lady, are you not?"
"Aye," she answered, her face flushing. "And I will tell you what you soon must learn, if you have not learned it already, I am the wife of a madman, and he is-hateful to me."
"I have earned the last already, Khania."
She looked at me with her piercing eyes.
"What! Did my uncle, the Shaman, he who is called Guardian, tell you? Nay, you saw, as I knew you saw, and it would have been best to slay you for, oh! what must you think of me?"
I made no answer, for in truth I did not know what to think, also I feared lest further rash admissions should be followed by swift vengeance.
"You must believe," she went on, "that I, who have ever hated men, that I-I swear that it is true-whose lips are purer than those mountain snows, I, the Khania of Kaloon, whom they name Heart-of-Ice, am but a shameless thing." And, covering her face with her hand, she moaned in the bitterness of her distress.
"Nay," I said, "there may be reasons, explanations, if it pleases you to give them."
"Wanderer, there are such reasons; and since you know so much, you shall learn them also. Like that husband of mine, I have become mad. When first I saw the face of your companion, as I dragged him from the river, madness entered me, and I-I--"
"Loved him," I suggested. "Well, such things have happened before to people who were not mad."
"Oh!" she went on, "it was more than love; I was possessed, and that night I knew not what I did. A Power drove me on; a Destiny compelled me, and to the end I am his, and his alone. Yes, I am his, and I swear that he shall be mine;" and with this wild declaration dangerous enough under the conditions, she turned and fled the room.
She was gone, and after the struggle, for such it was, I sank back exhausted. How came it that this sudden pa.s.sion had mastered her? Who and what was this Khania, I wondered again, and-this was more to the point, who and what would Leo believe her to be? If only I could be with him before he said words or did deeds impossible to recall.
Three days went by, during which time I saw no more of the Khania, who, or so I was informed by Simbri, the Shaman, had returned to her city to make ready for us, her guests. I begged him to allow me to rejoin Leo, but he answered politely, though with much firmness, that my foster-son did better without me. Now, I grew suspicious, fearing lest some harm had come to Leo, though how to discover the truth I knew not. In my anxiety I tried to convey a note to him, written upon a leaf of a water-gained pocket-book, but the yellow-faced servant refused to touch it, and Simbri said drily that he would have naught to do with writings which he could not read. At length, on the third night I made up my mind that whatever the risk, with leave or without it, I would try to find him.
By this time I could walk well, and indeed was almost strong again. So about midnight, when the moon was up, for I had no other light, I crept from my bed, threw on my garments, and taking a knife, which was the only weapon I possessed, opened the door of my room and started.
Now, when I was carried from the rock-chamber where Leo and I had been together, I took note of the way. First, reckoning from my sleeping-place, there was a pa.s.sage thirty paces long, for I had counted the footfalls of my bearers. Then came a turn to the left, and ten more paces of pa.s.sage, and lastly near certain steps running to some place unknown, another sharp turn to the right which led to our old chamber.
Down the long pa.s.sage I walked stealthily, and although it was pitch dark, found the turn to the left, and followed it till I came to the second sharp turn to the right, that of the gallery from which rose the stairs. I crept round it only to retreat hastily enough, as well I might, for at the door of Leo"s room, which she was in the act of locking on the outside, as I could see by the light of the lamp that she held in her hand, stood the Khania herself.
My first thought was to fly back to my own chamber, but I abandoned it, feeling sure that I should be seen. Therefore I determined, if she discovered me, to face the matter out and say that I was trying to find Leo, and to learn how he fared. So I crouched against the wall, and waited with a beating heart. I heard her sweep down the pa.s.sage, and-yes-begin to mount the stair.
Now, what should I do? To try to reach Leo was useless, for she had locked the door with the key she held. Go back to bed? No, I would follow her, and if we met would make the same excuse. Thus I might get some tidings, or perhaps-a dagger thrust.
So round the corner and up the steps I went, noiselessly as a snake. They were many and winding, like those of a church tower, but at length I came to the head of them, where was a little landing, and opening from it a door. It was a very ancient door; the light streamed through cracks where its panels had rotted, and from the room beyond came the sound of voices, those of the Shaman Simbri and the Khania.
"Have you learned aught, my niece?" I heard him say, and also heard her answer--"A little. A very little."