The mist of fiery opal swirled up about the Three; hid them.
And with a long, deep, joyous sigh Lakla took Larry"s hand, drew him to his feet, and silently we followed them out of that hall of wonder.
But why, in going, did the thought come to me that from where the Three sat throned they ever watched the cavern mouth that was the door into their abode; and looked down ever into the unfathomable depth in which glowed and pulsed that mystic flower, colossal, awesome, of green flame that had seemed to me fire of life itself?
CHAPTER XXVI
The Wooing of Lakla
I had slept soundly and dreamlessly; I wakened quietly in the great chamber into which Rador had ushered O"Keefe and myself after that culminating experience of crowded, nerve-racking hours--the facing of the Three.
Now, lying gazing upward at the high-vaulted ceiling, I heard Larry"s voice:
"They look like birds." Evidently he was thinking of the Three; a silence--then: "Yes, they look like _birds_--and they look, and it"s meaning no disrespect to them I am at all, they look like _lizards_"--and another silence--"they look like some sort of G.o.ds, and, by the good sword-arm of Brian Boru, they look human, too! And it"s _none_ of them they are either, so what--what the--what the sainted St.
Bridget are they?" Another short silence, and then in a tone of awed and absolute conviction: "That"s it, sure! That"s what they are--it all hangs in--they couldn"t be anything else--"
He gave a whoop; a pillow shot over and caught me across the head.
"Wake up!" shouted Larry. "Wake up, ye seething caldron of fossilized superst.i.tions! Wake up, ye bogy-haunted man of scientific unwisdom!"
Under pillow and insults I bounced to my feet, filled for a moment with quite real wrath; he lay back, roaring with laughter, and my anger was swept away.
"Doc," he said, very seriously, after this, "I know who the Three are!"
"Yes?" I queried, with studied sarcasm.
"Yes?" he mimicked. "Yes! Ye--ye" He paused under the menace of my look, grinned. "Yes, I know," he continued. "They"re of the Tuatha De, the old ones, the great people of Ireland, _that"s_ who they are!"
I knew, of course, of the Tuatha De Danann, the tribes of the G.o.d Danu, the half-legendary, half-historical clan who found their home in Erin some four thousand years before the Christian era, and who have left so deep an impress upon the Celtic mind and its myths.
"Yes," said Larry again, "the Tuatha De--the Ancient Ones who had spells that could compel Mananan, who is the spirit of all the seas, an" Keithor, who is the G.o.d of all green living things, an" even Hesus, the unseen G.o.d, whose pulse is the pulse of all the firmament; yes, an" Orchil too, who sits within the earth an" weaves with the shuttle of mystery and her three looms of birth an" life an"
death--even Orchil would weave as they commanded!"
He was silent--then:
"They are of them--the mighty ones--why else would I have bent my knee to them as I would have to the spirit of my dead mother? Why else would Lakla, whose gold-brown hair is the hair of Eilidh the Fair, whose mouth is the sweet mouth of Deirdre, an" whose soul walked with mine ages agone among the fragrant green myrtle of Erin, serve them?"
he whispered, eyes full of dream.
"Have you any idea how they got here?" I asked, not unreasonably.
"I haven"t thought about that," he replied somewhat testily. "But at once, me excellent man o" wisdom, a number occur to me. One of them is that this little party of three might have stopped here on their way to Ireland, an" for good reasons of their own decided to stay a while; an" another is that they might have come here afterward, havin" got wind of what those rats out there were contemplatin", and have stayed on the job till the time was ripe to save Ireland from "em; the rest of the world, too, of course," he added magnanimously, "but Ireland in particular. And do any of those reasons appeal to ye?"
I shook my head.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked wearily.
"I think," I said cautiously, "that we face an evolution of highly intelligent beings from ancestral sources radically removed from those through which mankind ascended. These half-human, highly developed batrachians they call the _Akka_ prove that evolution in these caverned s.p.a.ces has certainly pursued one different path than on earth. The Englishman, Wells, wrote an imaginative and very entertaining book concerning an invasion of earth by Martians, and he made his Martians enormously specialized cuttlefish. There was nothing inherently improbable in Wells" choice. Man is the ruling animal of earth today solely by reason of a series of accidents; under another series spiders or ants, or even elephants, could have become the dominant race.
"I think," I said, even more cautiously, "that the race to which the Three belong never appeared on earth"s surface; that their development took place here, unhindered through aeons. And if this be true, the structure of their brains, and therefore all their reactions, must be different from ours. Hence their knowledge and command of energies unfamiliar to us--and hence also the question whether they may not have an entirely different sense of values, of justice--and that is rather terrifying," I concluded.
Larry shook his head.
"That last sort of knocks your argument, Doc," he said. "They had sense of justice enough to help _me_ out--and certainly they know love--for I saw the way they looked at Lakla; and sorrow--for there was no mistaking that in their faces.
"No," he went on. "I hold to my own idea. They"re of the Old People.
The little leprechaun knew his way here, an" I"ll bet it was they who sent the word. An" if the O"Keefe banshee comes here--which save the mark!--I"ll bet she"ll drop in on the Silent Ones for a social visit before she an" her clan get busy. Well, it"ll make her feel more at home, the good old body. No, Doc, no," he concluded, "I"m right; it all fits in too well to be wrong."
I made a last despairing attempt.
"Is there anything anywhere in Ireland that would indicate that the Tuatha De ever looked like the Three?" I asked--and again I had spoken most unfortunately.
"Is there?" he shouted. "Is there? By the kilt of Cormack MacCormack, I"m glad ye reminded me. It was worryin" me a little meself. There was Daghda, who could put on the head of a great boar an" the body of a giant fish and cleave the waves an" tear to pieces the birlins of any who came against Erin; an" there was Rinn--"
How many more of the metamorphoses of the Old People I might have heard, I do not know, for the curtains parted and in walked Rador.
"You have rested well," he smiled, "I can see. The handmaiden bade me call you. You are to eat with her in her garden."
Down long corridors we trod and out upon a gardened terrace as beautiful as any of those of Yolara"s city; bowered, blossoming, fragrant, set high upon the cliffs beside the domed castle. A table, as of milky jade, was spread at one corner, but the Golden Girl was not there. A little path ran on and up, hemmed in by the ma.s.s of verdure. I looked at it longingly; Rador saw the glance, interpreted it, and led me up the stepped sharp slope into a rock embrasure.
Here I was above the foliage, and everywhere the view was clear.
Below me stretched the incredible bridge, with the frog people hurrying back and forth upon it. A pinnacle at my side hid the abyss.
My eyes followed the cavern ledge. Above it the rock rose bare, but at the ends of the semicircular strand a luxuriant vegetation began, stretching from the crimson sh.o.r.es back into far distances. Of browns and reds and yellows, like an autumn forest, was the foliage, with here and there patches of dark-green, as of conifers. Five miles or more, on each side, the forests swept, and then were lost to sight in the haze.
I turned and faced an immensity of crimson waters, unbroken, a true sea, if ever there was one. A breeze blew--the first real wind I had encountered in the hidden places; under it the surface, that had been as molten lacquer, rippled and dimpled. Little waves broke with a spray of rose-pearls and rubies. The giant Medusae drifted--stately, luminous kaleidoscopic elfin moons.
Far down, peeping around a jutting tower of the cliff, I saw dipping with the motion of the waves a floating garden. The flowers, too, were luminous--indeed sparkling--gleaming brilliants of scarlet and vermilions lighter than the flood on which they lay, mauves and odd shades of reddish-blue. They gleamed and shone like a little lake of jewels.
Rador broke in upon my musings.
"Lakla comes! Let us go down."
It was a shy Lakla who came slowly around the end of the path and, blushing furiously, held her hands out to Larry. And the Irishman took them, placed them over his heart, kissed them with a tenderness that had been lacking in the half-mocking, half-fierce caresses he had given the priestess. She blushed deeper, holding out the tapering fingers--then pressed them to her own heart.
"I like the touch of your lips, Larry," she whispered. "They warm me here"--she pressed her heart again--"and they send little sparkles of light through me." Her brows tilted perplexedly, accenting the nuance of diablerie, delicate and fascinating, that they cast upon the flower face.
"Do you?" whispered the O"Keefe fervently. "Do you, Lakla?" He bent toward her. She caught the amused glance of Rador; drew herself aside half-haughtily.
"Rador," she said, "is it not time that you and the strong one, Olaf, were setting forth?"
"Truly it is, handmaiden," he answered respectfully enough--yet with a current of laughter under his words. "But as you know the strong one, Olaf, wished to see his friends here before we were gone--and he comes even now," he added, glancing down the pathway, along which came striding the Norseman.
As he faced us I saw that a transformation had been wrought in him.
Gone was the pitiful seeking, and gone too the just as pitiful hope.
The set face softened as he looked at the Golden Girl and bowed low to her. He thrust a hand to O"Keefe and to me.
"There is to be battle," he said. "I go with Rador to call the armies of these frog people. As for me--Lakla has spoken. There is no hope for--for mine Helma in life, but there is hope that we destroy the Shining Devil and give _mine_ Helma peace. And with that I am well content, _ja!_ Well content!" He gripped our hands again. "We will fight!" he muttered. "_Ja!_ And I will have vengeance!" The sternness returned; and with a salute Rador and he were gone.