"As, like idiots, we started in such a hurry that we forgot to bring any matches with us, there is nothing to be done, except wait," I said. "No doubt in due course those Abati will get over their fear of ghosts and come to look for us."
"Wish I could do the same, sir. I didn"t mind those deaders in the light, but the dark"s a different matter. Can"t you hear them rattling their shanks and talking all round us?"
"Certainly I do hear something," I answered, "but I think it must be the echo of our own voices."
"Well, let us hold our jaw, sir, and perhaps they will hold theirs, for this kind of conversation ain"t nice."
So we were silent, but the strange murmuring still went on, coming apparently from the wall of the cave behind us, and it occurred to me that I had once heard something like it before, though at the time I could not think where. Afterwards I remembered that it was when, as a boy, I had been taken to see the Whispering Gallery in St. Paul"s Cathedral in London.
Half-an-hour or so went by in this fashion, and still there were no signs of the Abati or of our missing pair. Quick began to fumble among his clothes. I asked him what he was doing.
"Can"t help thinking I"ve got a wax match somewhere, Doctor. I remember feeling it in one of the pockets of this coat on the day before we left London, and thinking afterwards it wasn"t safe to have had it packed in a box marked "Hold." Now if only I could find that match, we have got plenty of torches, for I"ve stuck to my bundle all through, although I never thought of them when the lamps were going out."
Having small belief in the Sergeant"s match, I made no answer, and the search went on till presently I heard him e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e:
"By Jingo, here it is, in the lining. Yes, and the head feels all right.
Now, Doctor, hold two of the torches toward me; make ready, present, fire!" and he struck the match and applied it to the heads of the resinous torches.
Instantly these blazed up, giving an intense light in that awful darkness. By this light, for one moment only, we saw a strange, and not unattractive spectacle. I think I forgot to say that in the centre of this vault stood a kind of altar, which until that moment, indeed, I had not seen. This altar, which, doubtless, had been used for ceremonial purposes at the funerals of the ancient Kings, consisted of a plain block of basalt stone, whereon was cut the symbol of a human eye, the stone being approached by steps and supported upon carved and crouching sphinxes.
On the lowest of these steps, near enough to enable us to see them quite clearly, were seated Oliver Orme and Maqueda, Child of Kings. They were seated very close together; indeed, if I must tell the truth, Oliver"s arm was about Maqueda"s waist, her head rested upon his shoulder, and apparently he was engaged in kissing her upon the lips.
"Right about face," hissed the Sergeant, in a tone of command, "and mark time!"
So we right-abouted for a decent period, then, coughing loudly--because of the irritant smoke of the torches--advanced to cross the cavern, and by accident stumbled upon our lost companions. I confess that I had nothing to say, but Quick rose to the occasion n.o.bly.
"Glad to see you, Captain," he said to Oliver. "Was getting very anxious about you, sir, until by good luck I found a match in the lining of my coat. If the Professor had been here he"d have had plenty, which is an argument in favour of continuous smoking, even when ladies are present.
Ah! no wonder her Majesty is faint in this hot place, poor young thing.
It"s lucky you didn"t leave hold of her, sir. Do you think you could manage to support her, sir, as we ought to be moving. Can"t offer to do so myself, as I have lamed my foot with the tooth of a dead king, also my arms are full of torches. But if you prefer the Doctor--what do you say, sir? That you _can_ manage? There is such an echo in this vault that it is difficult to hear--very well, let us go on, for these torches won"t last for ever, and you wouldn"t like us to have to spend a whole night here with the lady in such a delicate condition, would you, especially as those nasty-tempered Abati might say that you had done it on purpose? Take her Majesty"s arm, Doctor, and let us trek. I"ll go ahead with the torches."
To all this artless harangue Oliver answered not a single word, but glared at us suspiciously over the shape of Maqueda, who apparently had fainted. Only when I ventured to offer her some professional a.s.sistance she recovered, and said that she could get on quite well alone, which meant upon Orme"s arm.
Well, the end of it was that she got on, and so did we, for the torches lasted until we reached the narrow, sloping pa.s.sage, and, rounding the corner, saw the lantern burning in the hole in the wall, after which, of course, things were easy.
"Doctor," said Oliver to me in a voice of studied nonchalance that night, as we were preparing to turn in, "did you notice anything in the Vault of Kings this afternoon?"
"Oh, yes," I answered, "lots! Of course, myself, I am not given to archaeology, like poor Higgs, but the sight struck me as absolutely unique. If I were inclined to moralize, for instance, what a contrast between those dead rulers and their young and beautiful successor, full of life and love"--here he looked at me sharply--"love of her people, such as I have no doubt in their day----"
"Oh, shut it, Adams! I don"t want a philosophical lecture with historical comparisons. Did you notice anything except bones and gold when that unutterable a.s.s, Quick, suddenly turned on the lights--I mean struck the match which unfortunately he had with him."
Now I gave it up and faced the situation.
"Well, if you want the truth," I said, "not _very_ much myself, for my sight isn"t as good as it used to be. But the Sergeant, who has extraordinarily sharp eyes, thought that he saw you kissing Maqueda, a supposition that your relative att.i.tudes seemed to confirm, which explains, moreover, some of the curious sounds we heard before he lit the torches. That"s why he asked me to turn my back. But, of course, we may have been mistaken. Do I understand you to say that the Sergeant was mistaken?"
Oliver consigned the Sergeant"s eyes to an ultimate fate worse than that which befell those of Peeping Tom; then, in a burst of candour, for subterfuge never was his forte, owned up:
"You made no mistake," he said, "we love each other, and it came out suddenly in the dark. I suppose that the unusual surroundings acted on our nerves."
"From a moral point of view I am glad that you love each other," I remarked, "since embraces that are merely nervous cannot be commended.
But from every other, in our circ.u.mstances the resulting situation strikes me as a little short of awful, although Quick, a most observant man, warned me to expect it from the first."
"Curse Quick," said Oliver again, with the utmost energy. "I"ll give him a month"s notice this very night."
"Don"t," I said, "for then you"ll oblige him to take service with Barung, where he would be most dangerous. Look here, Orme, to drop chaff, this is a pretty mess."
"Why? What"s wrong about it, Doctor?" he asked indignantly. "Of course, she"s a Jew of some diluted sort or other, and I"m a Christian; but those things adapt themselves. Of course, too, she"s my superior, but after all hers is a strictly local rank, and in Europe we should be on much the same footing. As for her being an Eastern, what does that matter? Surely it is not an objection which should have weight with _you_. And for the rest, did you ever see her equal?"
"Never, never, _never_!" I answered with enthusiasm. "The young lady to whom any gentleman has just engaged himself is always absolutely unequalled, and, let me admit at once that this is perhaps the most original and charming that I have ever met in all Central Africa. Only, whatever may be the case with you, I don"t know whether this fact will console me and Quick when our throats are being cut. Look here, Orme," I added, "didn"t I tell you long ago that the one thing you must _not_ do was to make love to the Child of Kings?"
"Did you? Really, I forget; you told me such a lot of things, Doctor,"
he answered coolly enough, only unfortunately the colour that rose in his cheeks betrayed his lips.
At this moment, Quick, who had entered the room un.o.bserved, gave a dry cough, and remarked:
"Don"t blame the Captain, Doctor, because he don"t remember. There"s nothing like shock from an explosion for upsetting the memory. I"ve seen that often in the Boer war, when, after a big sh.e.l.l had gone off somewhere near them, the very bravest soldiers would clean forget that it was their duty to stand still and not run like rabbits; indeed, it happened to me myself."
I laughed, and Oliver said something which I could not hear, but Quick went on imperturbably:
"Still, truth is truth, and if the Captain has forgotten, the more reason that we should remind him. That evening at the Professor"s house in London you did warn him, sir, and he answered that you needn"t bother your head about the fascinations of a n.i.g.g.e.r woman----"
"n.i.g.g.e.r woman," broke out Oliver; "I never used such words; I never even thought them, and you are an impertinent fellow to put them into my mouth. n.i.g.g.e.r woman! Good heavens! It"s desecration."
"Very sorry, Captain, now I come to think of it, I believe you said black woman, speaking in your haste. Yes and I begged you not to brag, seeing that if you did we might live to see you crawling after her, with myself, Samuel Quick bringing up the rear. Well, there it is we are, and the worst of it is that I can"t blame you, being as antic.i.p.ated in the prophecy--for that"s what it was though I didn"t know it myself at the time--exactly in the same state myself, though, of course, at a distance, bringing up the rear respectfully, as said."
"You don"t mean that you are in love with the Child of Kings?" said Oliver, staring at the Sergeant"s grim and battered figure.
"Begging your pardon, Captain, that is exactly what I do mean. If a cat may look at a queen, why mayn"t a man love her? Howsoever, my kind of love ain"t likely to interfere with yours. My kind means sentry-go and perhaps a knife in my gizzard; yours--well, we saw what yours means this afternoon, though what it will all lead to we didn"t see. Still, Captain, speaking as one who hasn"t been keen on the s.e.x heretofore, I say--sail in, since it"s worth it, even if you"ve got to sink afterwards, for this lady, although she is half a Jew, and I never could abide Jews, is the sweetest and the loveliest and the best and the bravest little woman that ever walked G.o.d"s earth."
At this point Oliver seized his hand and shook it warmly, and I may mention that I think some report of Quick"s summary of her character must have reached Maqueda"s ears. At any rate, thenceforward until the end she always treated the old fellow with what the French call the "most distinguished consideration."
But, as I was not in love, no one shook my hand, so, leaving the other two to discuss the virtues and graces of the Child of Kings, I went off to bed filled with the gloomiest forbodings. What a fool I had been not to insist that whatever expert accompanied Higgs should be a married man. And yet, now when I came to think of it, that might not have bettered matters, and perhaps would only have added to the transaction a degree of moral turpitude which at present was lacking, since even married men are sometimes weak.
The truth was that Maqueda"s attractions were extraordinarily great. To her remarkable beauty she added a wonderful charm of manner and force of mind. Also her situation must touch the heart and pity of any man, so helpless was she in the midst of all her hollow grandeur, so lonely amongst a nation of curs whom she strove in vain to save, and should she escape destruction with them, doomed to so sad and repulsive a fate, namely to become the wife of a fat poltroon who was her own uncle. Well, we know to what emotion pity is akin, and the catastrophe had occurred a little sooner than I had expected, that was all.
Doubtless to her, in comparison with the men to whom she was accustomed and allowed by etiquette to take as her a.s.sociates, this brave and handsome young Englishman, who had come into her care sick and shattered after the doing of a great deed, must have seemed a veritable fairy prince. And she had helped to nurse him, and he had shown himself grateful for her kindness and condescension, and--the rest followed, as surely as the day follows the night.
But how would it end? Sooner or later the secret must come out, for already the Abati n.o.bles, if I may call them so for want of a better name, and especially Joshua, were bitterly jealous of the favour their lady showed to the foreigner, and watched them both. Then what--what would happen? Under the Abati law it was death for any one outside of the permitted degree of relationship to tamper with the affections of the Child of Kings. Nor was this wonderful, since that person held her seat in virtue of her supposed direct descent from Solomon and the first Maqueda, Queen of Sheba, and therefore the introduction of any alien blood could not be tolerated.
Moreover, Orme, having sworn an oath of allegiance, had become subject to those laws. Lastly, I could not in the least hope from the character of the pair concerned that this was but a pa.s.sing flirtation.
Oh! without a doubt these two had signed their own death-warrant yonder in the Cave of Death, and incidentally ours also. This must be the end of our adventure and my long search for the son whom I had lost.
CHAPTER XI