The young people each made appropriate appreciative comments. Coburn commented that it was remarkable that he should be able to be so accurate in his anatomical detail without the aid of a model.
"But I have a model," he answered. "She was here last week. See?" He glanced toward the empty model"s throne. Cob.u.m and his companions followed the glance, and saw, poised on the throne, a young girl, obviously the model for the picture, frozen in the action of the painting. She was as real as bread and b.u.t.ter.
Charles glanced away. The model"s throne was again vacant.
The second instance was not so dramatic, but still less comprehensible. They had met, and chatted with, a Mrs. Draper, a comfortable, matronly soul, who knitted and rocked as they talked. After they had left her Phil inquired about her.
"She is possibly our most able and talented artist," Bierce told him.
"In what field?"
Bierce"s s.h.a.ggy eyebrows came together as he chose his words. "I don"t believe I can tell you adequately at this time. She composes moods—arranges emotional patterns in harmonic sequences. It"s our most advanced and our most completely human form of art, and yet, until you have experienced it, it is very difficult for me to tell you about it."
"How is it possible to arrange emotions?"
"Your great grandfather no doubt thought it impossible to record music. We have a technique for it. You will understand later."
"Is Mrs. Draper the only one who does this?"
"Oh no. Most of us try our hand at it. It"s our favorite art form. I work at it myself but my efforts aren"t popular—too gloomy."
The three talked it over that night in the living room they had first entered.
This suite had been set aside for their use, and Bierce had left them with the simple statement that he would call on them on the morrow.
They felt a pressing necessity to exchange views, and yet each was reluctant to express opinion. Phil broke the silence.
"What kind of people are these? They make me feel as if I were a child who had wandered in where adults were working, but that they were too polite to put me out."
"Speaking of working—there"s something odd about the way they work. I don"t mean what it is they do—that"s odd, too, but it"s something else, something about their att.i.tude, or the tempo at which they work."
"I know what you mean, Ben," Joan agreed, "they are busy all the time, and yet they act as if they had all eternity to finish it. Bierce was like that when he was strapping up your leg. They never hurry." She turned to Phil. "What are you frowning about?"
"I don"t know. There is something else we haven"t mentioned yet. They have a lot of special talents, sure, but we three know something about special talents—that ought not to confuse us. But there is something else about them that is different."
The other two agreed with him but could offer no help. Sometime later Joan said that she was going to bed and left the room. The two men stayed for a last cigaret.
Joan stuck her head back in the room. "I know what it is that is so different about these people," she anounced,—"They are so alive."
CHAPTER SIX.
Ichabod!
PHILIP HUXLEY WENT TO BED and to sleep as usual. From there on nothing was usual.
He became aware that he was inhabiting another"s body, thinking with another"s mind. The Other was aware of Huxley, but did not share Huxley"s thoughts.
The Other was at home, a home never experienced by Huxley, yet familiar. It was on Earth, incredibly beautiful, each tree and shrub fitting into the landscape as if placed there in the harmonic scheme of an artist. The house grew out of the ground.
The Other left the house with his wife and prepared to leave for the capital of the planet. Huxley thought of the destination as a "capital" yet he knew that the idea of government imposed by force was foreign to the nature of these people. The "capital" was merely the accustomed meeting place of the group whose advice was followed in matters affecting the entire race.
The Other and his wife, accompanied by Huxley"s awareness, stepped into the garden, shot straight up into the air, and sped over the countryside, flying hand in hand. The country was green, fertile, park-like, dotted with occasional buildings, but nowhere did Huxley see the jammed ma.s.ses of a city.
They pa.s.sed rapidly over a large body of water, perhaps as large as the modem
Mediterranean, and landed in a clearing in a grove of olive trees.
The Young Men—so Huxley thought of them— demanded a sweeping change in custom, first, that the ancient knowledge should henceforth be the reward of ability rather than common birthright, and second, that the greater should rule the lesser. Loki urged their case, his arrogant face upthrust and crowned with bright red hair. He spoke in words, a method which disturbed Huxley"s host, telepathic rapport being the natural method of mature discussion. But Lold had closed his mind to it.
Jove answered him, speaking for all:
"My son, your words seem vain and without serious meaning. We can not tell your true meaning, for you and your brothers have decided to shut your minds to us.
You ask that the ancient knowledge be made the reward of ability. Has it not always been so? Does our cousin, the ape, fly through the air? Is not the infant soul bound by hunger, and sleep, and the ills of the flesh? Can the oriole level the mountain with his glance? The powers of our kind that set us apart from the younger spirits on this planet are now exercised by those who possess the ability, and none other. How can we make that so which is already so?
"You demand that the greater shall rule the lesser. Is it not so now? Has it not always been so? Are you ordered about by the babe at the breast? Does the waving of the gra.s.s cause the wind? What dominion do you desire other than over yourself? Do you wish to tell your brother when to sleep and when to eat? If so, to what purpose?"
Vulcan broke in while the old man was still speaking. Huxley felt a stir of shocked repugnance go through the council at this open disregard of good manners.
"Enough of this playing with words. We know what we want; you know what we want.
We are determined to take it, council or no. We are sick of this sheeplike existence. We are tired of this sham equality. We intend to put on end to it. We are the strong and the able, the natural leaders of mankind. The rest shall follow us and serve us, as is the natural order of things."
" Jove"s eyes rested thoughtfully on Vulcan"s crooked leg. "You should let me heal that twisted limb, my son.
"No one can heal my limb!"
"No. No one but yourself. And until you heal the twist in your mind, you can not heal the twist in your limb."
"There is no twist in my mind!"
"Then heal your limb."
The young man stirred uneasily. They could see that Vulcan was making a fool of himself. Mercury separated himself from the group and came forward.
"Hear me. Father. We do not purpose warring with you. Rather it is our intention to add to your glory. Declare yourself king under the sun. Let us be your legates to extend your rule to every creature that walks, or crawls, or swims.
Let us create for you the pageantry of dominion, the glory of conquest. Let us conserve the ancient knowledge for those who understand it, and provide instead for lesser beings the drama they need. There is no reason why every way should be open to everyone. Rather, if the many serve the few, then will our combined efforts speed us faster on our way, to the profit of master and servant alike.
Lead us. Father! Be our King!"
Slowly the elder man shook his head. "Not so. There is no knowledge, other than knowledge of oneself, and that should be free to every man who has the wit to learn.There is no power, other than the power to rule oneself, and that can be neither given, nor taken away. As for the poetry of empire, that has all been done before. There is no need to do it again. If such romance amuses you, enjoy it in the records—there is no need to b.l.o.o.d.y the planet again."
"That is the final word of the council. Father?"
"That is our final word." He stood up and gathered his robe about him, signifying that the session had ended. Mercury shrugged his shoulders and joined his fellows.