"Just let me sleep out here and keep our fire a-going," I said. "Keep it a-going, and not let it get away and seek what it might devour."
"Sure thing, if ye want to." He got up on his stumpy legs and dragged something out from under that robe he wore. "Ye might could like to have this with ye."
I took it. It was a great big Bible, so old its leather covers were worn and sc.r.a.pped near about away.
"I thank you, sir," I said. "I"ll lay a little lightwood on the fire and read in this."
"Then I"ll see ye when the sun comes up."
He shuffled off to his shack. Ung stayed there and looked at me. I didn"t mind that, I was a-getting used to him.
Well, gentlemen, I stirred up the fire and put on some chunks of pine so it would burn up strong and bright. I opened the Bible and looked through to the Book of Isaiah, thirty-fourth chapter. I found what I"d recollected to be there:
It shall not be quenched night nor day: the smoke thereof shall go up for ever, from generation to generation it shall lie waste . . .
On past that verse, there"s talk about dragons and satyrs and such like things they don"t want you to believe in these days. In the midst of my reading, I heard something from that open door, a long, grumbling sigh of sound, and I looked over to see what.
The two red lights moved closer together, and this time they seemed to be set in a lump of something, like eyes in a head.
I got up quick, the Bible in my hand. Those eyes looked out at me, and the red of them burned up bright, then went dim, then bright again. Ung, at my foot, made a burbling noise, like as if it pestered him.
I put down the Bible and picked up a burning chunk from the fire. I made myself walk to the door. My chunk gave me some light to see inside. Sure enough it was a cave in there; what looked like a house outside was just a front, built on by whatever had built it for whatever reason. The cave was hollowed back into the mountain and it had a smooth-looking floor, almost polished, of black rock. Inside, the s.p.a.ce slanted inward both ways, to narrowness farther in. It was more like a throat than anything I could say for it. A great big throat, big enough to swallow a man, or more than one man.
Far back hung whatever it was had those eyes. I saw the eyes shine, not just from my flashlight. They had light of their own.
"All right," I said out loud to the eyes. "Here I am. I look for the truth. What"s the truth about you?"
No answer but a grumble. The thing moved, deep in there. I saw it had, not just that black head with red eyes, it had shoulders and things like arms. It didn"t come close, but it didn"t pull back. It waited for me.
"What"s the truth about you?" I inquired it again. "Might could your name be Molech?"
It made nair sound, but it lifted those long arms. I saw hands like pitchforks. It was bigger than I was, maybe half again bigger. Was it stronger?
A man"s got to be a man sometime, I told myself inside me. I"d come there to find out what was what.
There was some strange old truth in there, not a pretty truth maybe, but I"d come to see what it was.
I walked to where the door was fallen off the leather hinges. The red eyes came up bright and died down dull and watched me a-coming. They waited for me, they hoped I"d get close.
I put my foot on where the door-log had been once. It was long ago rotted to punk, it crumbled under my boot. I took hold of the jamb and leaned in.
"You been having a time for yourself?" I asked the eyes.
There was light from the chunk I carried, but other light, a ghost of a show of it, was inside. It came from on back in there. It was a kind of smoky reddish light, I thought, you might have called it rosy. It made a glitter on something two-three steps inside.
I spared a look down there to the floor. Gentlemen, it was a jewel, a bunch of jewels, a-shining white and red and green. And big. They were like a bunch of gla.s.s bottles for size. Only they weren"t bottles.
They shone too bright, too clear, strewed out there by my foot.
There for the picking up-but if I bent over, there was that one with the red eyes and the black shape, and he could pick me up.
"No," I said to him, "you don"t get hold of me thattaway," and I whirled my chunk of fire, to get more light.
There he was, dark and a-standing two-legged like a man, but he was taller than I was, by the height of that round head with the red eyes. And no hair to his black hide, it was as slick as a snake. Long arms and pitchfork hands sort of pawed out toward me, the way a praying mantis does. The head c.o.c.ked itself. I saw it had something in it besides eyes, it had a mouth, open and as wide as a gravy boat, wet and black, like a mess of hot tar.
"You must have tricked a many a man in here with those jewels," I said.
He heard me, he knew what I said, knew that I wouldn"t stoop down. He moved in on me.
Those legs straddled. Their knees bent backward, like a frog"s, the feet slapped flat and wide on the floor of the cave, amongst more jewels everywhere. Enough in there to pay a country"s national debt. He reached for me again. His fingers were lumpy-jointed and they had sharp claws, like on the feet of a great big hawk. I moved backward, I reckoned I"d better. And he followed right along. He wanted to get those claws into me.
I backed to the old door-log and near about tripped on it. I dropped the burning chunk and grabbed hold of the fallen-down door with both hands, to stay on my feet. I got hold of its two edges and hiked it between me and that snake-skinned thing that lived inside. I looked past one edge of the door, and all of a sudden I saw him stop.
There was the rosy light in yonder, and outside my chunk blazed where it had fallen. I could see that door rightly for the first time.
It was one of those you used to see in lots of places, made with a thick center piece running from top to bottom betwixt the panels, and two more thick pieces set midpoint of the long one to go right and left to make a cross. In amongst these were set the four old, half-rotted panels. But the cross stood there. And often, I"d heard tell, such doors were made thattaway to keep evil from a-coming through.
So, in the second I did my figuring, I saw why the front had been built on the cave, why that door had been hung there. It was to hold in whatever was inside. And it had worked right well till the door dropped down.
It was a heavy old door, but I muscled it up. I shoved on back into the cave, with the door in front of me like a shield.
Nothing shoved back. I took one step after another amongst those shining jewels, careful to keep from a-tripping on them. I c.o.c.ked my head leftways to look past the door. That big black somebody moved away from me. I saw the flicker of the rose light from where it came into the cave.
The cross, was it a help? I"d been told that there were crosses long before the one on Calvary, made for power"s sake in old, old lands beyond the sea. Yes, and in this land too, by Indian tribes one place and another. My foot near about skidded on a rolling jewel, but I stayed up.
"In this sign we conquer," I said, after some king in the olden days, and I believed it. And I went on forward with the door for my sign.
For as long as a breath I shoved up against him. I felt him lean against the other side, like high wind a-blowing. I fought to keep the door on him to push him back, and took a long step and dug in with my foot.
And almighty near fell down a hole all full of the rosy light.
He"d tricked me there where his light came up from. I hung on its edge, a-looking down a hole three-four feet across, deeper than I could ask myself to judge, and away down there was fire, a-dancing and a-streaming-a world, it looked to me, of fire.
On the other side of the door he made a noise. It was a whiny buzz, what you"d expect from a bee as big as a dog. His long old arm snaked round the edge of the door, a-raking with its claws. They snagged into my shirt-I heard it rip. I managed to sidestep clear of that hole, and he buzzed and came again. I shoved hard with the door, put all I could put into it. Heat come in all round me, it was like when you sit in a close room with a hot stove. I smelt something worse than a skunk.
The pressure was there, and then the pressure was all of a sudden gone. I went down, the door in front of me, to slam on the floor with a rattly bang.
I got up quick, without the door. I wondered how to face him. But he wasn"t there. Nowhere.
I stood and trembled and gulped for air. Sweat streamed all over me. I looked up, all "round me. Sure enough, he was gone. I was all alone in that dark cave, me and the door. And the rosy light was gone.
For the door had fallen whack down on top of it.
I put a knee down on the panel. I could feel a tremble and stir underneath.
"By G.o.d Almighty, I"ve got you penned in!" I yelled down to what made the stir in that fiery hole.
It was a-humping to me there. I reached out and grabbed a shiny green jewel. It must have weighed eight pounds or so. I put it on a plank of the cross. I got up on my feet, found more jewels. I laid them on, one next to another, along both arms, to make the cross twice as strong.
"You"re shut up in there now," I said down to the hole it covered.
The door lay still and solid. No more hum below.
I headed out toward the gleam of the cooking fire. My feet felt weak under me. Ung sat out there and looked at me. I wondered if I should ought to get a blanket. Then I didn"t bother. I must have slept.
It was morning"s first gray again, with the stars a-paling out of the sky, when I sat up awake. Maltby Sanger was there, a-building up the fire. "Ye look to have had ye a quiet night," he said.
"Me?" I said, and he laughed. Next to the fire he set a saucepan with eggs in it.
"Duck eggs," he told me. "Ung found them for our breakfast. And I got parched corn, and tomatoes from my garden."
"And I"ve got a few pinches of coffee, we can boil it in my canteen cup," I said. "Looky over yonder at the cave."
He looked. He pulled his whiskers. "Bless my soul," he said, "the door"s plumb gone off it."
"The door"s inside, to bottle up what was the trouble in there," I said.
While he was a-cooking, I told him what I"d met in the cave. He got up with a can of hot coffee in his hand and stumped inside. Out again, he filled one of his old buckets with dirt and stones and fetched it into the cave. Then back for another bucketful of the same stuff, and then another. Finally he came out and washed his hands and served up the eggs. We ate them before the either of us said a word.
"Moloch," Maltby Sanger said then. "Ye reckon that"s who he is?"
"He didn"t speak his name," I replied him. "All I guess is, he"ll likely stay under that door with the cross and the weight on it, so long as it"s left to pen him in."
"So long as it"s left," he agreed me. "Only ye used them jewels for weight. If somebody comes a-using "round here and sees them, he might could wag them off. So I put a heap of dirt over them to hide them best I could. n.o.body"s a-going to scrabble there so long"s I"m here to keep them from it."
He stroked his beard and grinned his teeth at me. "My time"s been long hereabouts, and it"ll be longer.
Only after I"m gone can somebody stir him up in yonder. Then the world can suit itself about what to do about him."
He squinted his eyes to study me. "Now," he said, "ye"ll likely be a-going yore way."
"Yes, sir, and I"m honest to thank you for a-letting me found out what I wanted to know."
I stowed my pack and strapped on the blanket roll.
"Last night," he said from across the fire, "I"d meant to ask ye to stay on watch here and let me go."
"Ask me to stay?"
"That"s what. And ye"d have stayed, John, if I"d asked ye the right way. Stayed and kept the watch here."
I couldn"t tell myself for certain if that was so.
"I aimed for to ask ye," he said again, "but if I was to go, where"d I go? h.e.l.lfire, John, I been here so long it"s home."
Ung twinkled an eye, like as if he heard and understood.
"I"ll just stay a-setting here and warn other folks off from a-messing round where that door is," said Maltby Sanger.
I slung my pack on my shoulders and picked up my guitar. "Sunrise now," I said.
"Sure enough, sunrise. Good-bye, John. I was proud to have ye here overnight."
We shook hands. He didn"t seem so dwarfish right then. I found the path I"d come in by, that would take me back to people.
The sun was up. Daytime was come. Back on the way I went, I heard the long, soft hoot of an owl.
Can These Bones Live?
Manly Wade Wellman
I"d dropped my blanket roll and soogin sack and guitar and sat quiet on the granite lump as those eight men in rough country clothes fetched their burden along. It was a big chest of new-sawed planks, pale in the autumn afternoon, four men on each side.
As they tramped, they watched me. I got to my feet. I reckoned I was taller than any of them, probably wider through the shoulders. I wore old pants and boots and rumply hat, but I"d shaved that morning and hoped I looked respectable.
They came close to me amongst those tree-strung heights, and set the chest down with a b.u.mp. I figured it to be nine feet long and three feet wide and another three high. Rope loops were spiked to the sides for handles. The lid was fastened with a hook and staple, like what you use on a shed door. One of the eight stared me up and down. He was a chunky, grizzled man in a wide black hat, bib overalls and a denim jacket.
"Hidy," he drawled, and spit on the ground. "What you up to here?"
"I was headed for a place called Chaw Hollow," I replied him.
They all stared. "How you name yourself?" asked the one who had spoken.
"Just call me John."
"What do you follow, John?" asked another man.
I smiled my friendliest. "Well, mostly I study things. This morning, back yonder at that settlement, I heard tell about a big skeleton that had been turned up on a Chaw Hollow farm."
"You a government man?" the grizzled one inquired me.
"You mean, look for blockade stills?" I shook my head. "Not me. Call me a truth seeker, somebody who wonders himself about riddles in this life."
"A conjure man?" put in another of the bunch.
"Not me," I said again. "I"ve met up with that sort in my time, helped put two-three of them out of mischief. Call that part of what I follow."
"My name"s Embro Hallcott," said the grizzled one. "If you came to poke round them bones, you"re too late."