"No, no," Forrester whispered. "She is a young girl; have mercy upon her!"
"The Law of the Eye knows no mercy," the calm voice went on. "Whoso transgresses, shall he not be cut off, even in the flower of his youth?
In ignorance you have profaned this holy place: the Law ordains that the ignorant shall be chastised until he becomes wise. Its ordinances shall be fulfilled from generation to generation, even until the world dissolves. You shall be made wise, and when wisdom is yours, you shall once more, and once only, behold the Power of the Eye. You shall see that fair flower of maidenhood wither and become dust; then shall you yourself suffer the selfsame penalty, and your dust shall mingle with hers."
Speechless, fascinated, Forrester stood as though transfixed, scarcely conscious that Lilavanti was reprieved. The quivering screen rose before his eyes; the figure of the Old Man seemed to flicker and dissolve into it. He was unaware of what went on behind him--that the girl had been released from the pedestal and taken out; that Mackenzie, his joy at his friend"s respite swallowed up by dismay and dread of the future, was led away to his cell; that Jackson had been carried out in a swoon; that the priests had pa.s.sed out in silent procession--all but one.
Presently he rose at the touch of a hand. Staggering to his feet, he saw that the vast chamber was empty save for the priest at his side.
Unresisting he allowed himself to be led through the hall into the ante-chamber, where the negrito guards, trembling in every limb, were awaiting him. They filed out before him into the corridor, and he followed them, supposing that they were leading him back to his cell.
Unheeding, he did not know that they pa.s.sed his bolted door. Only when they stood back, and he saw, in the dim green light, a stairway descending in the rock before him, did he become aware that he was in a part strange to him. Turning round, he asked the priest where he was.
The mute immobile figure merely raised an arm and pointed downwards at the stairway.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The mute immobile figure merely raised an arm and pointed downwards at the stairway.]
Forrester was incapable of resistance, protest, expostulation. He felt helpless as a child, compelled to obey the behest of a stronger will.
Slowly he began to descend the stairs. The negritos followed in a line, their spears slanted on their shoulders, and the priest in his wide flowing robes brought up the rear. Forrester, if he had been able to think, might have remembered that he had seen just such a procession pa.s.sing like shades across the wall of the rift.
Down, always down, they went, until, after treading perhaps a hundred steps, they came to a long smooth stairless slope, steep enough to demand an effort lest the walking pace became an involuntary run.
Presently there were more steps. At the foot of this second stairway the narrow, shallow tunnel--for it was no more--turned sharply to the left, and the floor again sloped, but this time upwards. Another series of stairs appeared. On ascending this Forrester, at length becoming awake to his surroundings, noticed that the greenish light was growing perceptibly brighter. He went on, up another incline, the floor of which was covered with a yielding deposit, apparently of dust that had fallen from the roof. Yet another flight of steps had to be mounted.
Then the tunnel broke abruptly to the right, and a few paces more brought Forrester, more and more bewildered as he more completely recovered his wits, to the opening of a large cave on his left.
He glanced into the entrance, and was amazed to see a sheet of water, rippling a little in the greenish glow, and extending beyond eyeshot.
The water washed the walls; but there was a narrow ledge of rock that lay uncovered, skirting the wall on the left. Forrester turned about to enquire whether he was to proceed along this ledge, and discovered that the negritos had halted some twenty paces in his rear, blocking up the tunnel. Behind them the taller figure of the priest stood with arm outstretched towards the cave.
Taking this as a command to go on, Forrester wheeled round, and walked towards the ledge, wondering with sickly apprehension what lay in the dim greenish mist beyond, and why his escort had not accompanied him.
Glancing to the right as he reached the ledge, he saw, in a recess commanding the entrance to the cavern, a group of armed negritos and a priest standing behind them. There could be no doubt that they were placed there as a guard: the recess was a sort of wardroom.
He proceeded along the ledge, and came in about twenty yards to a gap, bridged by a broad plank with a handrail on the side towards the lake.
He crossed this, went along the continuation of the ledge on the farther side, and arrived suddenly at the entrance of another cave, larger and more lofty than the first, rising to a vaulted roof like the nave of a cathedral. Its floor of rock was a foot or two above the level of the lake. Entering it, he saw a number of human figures, seated at the further end. One of them rose on seeing a stranger, and after a brief hesitation, stepped hastily forward to meet him. With a gulp and a half articulate cry, Forrester quickened his step, and in a few moments was grasping a firm hand, and looking amazedly into an English face.
CHAPTER XI
ALCHEMY
"Redfern got through?"
The eager question was like a knife in Forrester"s heart.
"Yes, Redfern got through," he repeated wearily. "Your name is Beresford?"
"It is. Where is Redfern? Have you disposed of that ancient scarecrow above?"
"I am a prisoner like yourself."
The elder man gasped.
"Has he cast his spell over all of you?" he cried. "A British force conquered by a conjuring trick? For heaven"s sake explain yourself."
"There is no British force. It is a long story I have to tell you."
"Come along over here, then. There"s only one poor idiot who _can_ understand you besides myself, and he"s so desperately cowed that I doubt whether he _will_. Now, sit here: you won"t catch cold: the whole place is warm, as I daresay you have discovered."
Beresford"s brusque manner, quick speech, and robust personality acted as a tonic upon Forrester. Already he felt invigorated. The mystery of the place evidently had no terror for this st.u.r.dy Englishman. Forrester had vaguely expected that the archaeologist would be old, dry, bent, and spectacled: the actual man was of middle height, athletic in build, under forty years of age, with a heavy brown beard and moustache, and the large deep eyes that are the index to a mind at once eager and reflective.
They squatted side by side on the rocky floor. Beyond them, Forrester caught sight of the drooping figure of the young Chinaman, Wen Shih"s companion, and several older Chinamen, clearly prisoners. Near the entrance to the cave were two negritos with spears, and, in a paG.o.da-shaped sentry-box, a priest of the second order.
"I didn"t choose my company," said Beresford with a laugh. "Now, forge ahead; I won"t interrupt you if I can help it."
It was soon evident that to listen long without interrupting was impossible to this impetuous spirit. He was patient enough while Forrester related the strange manner of his meeting Redfern, only e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.n.g. "Poor dear old chap!" when he heard of the captain"s illness. But as Forrester was recounting the preliminary stages of the expedition, he broke in:--
"Cut that, if you don"t mind. Hitch on again at your discovery of the rift."
"Yes; there"s a good deal in between, but--well, the people here were warned of our coming by Wen Shih, who----"
"Wen Shih! Who is he? I suppose he comes into the part you"ve skipped.
Wait though: I know the name. Of course; that broken-hearted young fellow over there mentioned him; seemed in two minds whether to hate or love him. But he has only been here since yesterday: he"s young, and I hope to make a man of him yet. But I"m interrupting: do go on."
Forrester was too much pleased with this cheery being to resent being hustled. He went on to relate the closing scenes of the party"s journey through the rift, their awaking in the rock chamber above, and the dreadful ceremony in the Temple. His voice faltered as he spoke of the beam of light and its effect.
"Ah! That"s new to me," said Beresford more gravely than he had yet spoken. "That"s dashed bad. You"re sure it wasn"t a Maskelyne and Devant trick?"
"Quite sure. There could be no possible doubt about it."
"That"s what they really mean by the Eye, then. I took it to be the eye of that ridiculous creature on the wall. That old villain above is more ingenious than I fancied him. I regarded him as a mere clever bag-of-bones togged up--a sort of music-hall comedian with a straight face. But please go on."
The rest of Forrester"s story was soon told.
"Well, don"t be downhearted," Beresford cried, gripping his shoulder with the rough vigour of a friendly bear. "The August and Venerable sent me here too, to learn wisdom: we"ll learn it together. I have been here three days----"
"Did you come down a staircase, with negritos and a priest behind?"
asked Forrester, remembering the strange procession across the rift wall.
"I did. There"s no other way. But why did you ask?"
"Because we saw you--what looked like half-dressed skeletons, slanting down the wall. When we found that the wall was solid, without steps, we were flabbergasted."
"I daresay," Beresford rejoined with a smile. "You will learn more wisdom here than our ancient friend upstairs reckons for!"
"But why didn"t you feel the same ghastly creepiness as we did?"
"I"ll tell you. It was _because I knew what the old villain was up to_.
That knowledge was a wonderful talisman against his tricks. And what"s more, _he didn"t know that I knew_, or, after what you have told me about his murderous Eye, I should without doubt have been resolved into molecules before this. Like you, I was allowed to go up daily to the plateau--by the way, they employ a marvellously effective system of intensive cultivation there--like you, I refused to dig. Unluckily one day I lost my temper with one of his bald-headed priests: it doesn"t matter why; and I knocked the fellow down. They hauled me into the Temple, and tried to lift me on to that pedestal you spoke of, supposing no doubt that the green-eyed monster and the surroundings generally had crumpled me up--that mist, for instance, a magnificent bit of stage management. But I sent one of the fellows spinning with my right and the other with my left, and marched straight up to the throne--it"s pure gold, by the way--and shook my fist in the August and Venerable face, telling him what I thought of him and his crew. I am bound to say he stood it well. He didn"t blink an eyelid; there wasn"t a tremor in his silvery old voice when he reeled off, in surprisingly good English, a rigmarole about the Law of the Eye. I told him I didn"t care a tinker"s curse for the Law of the Eye. That was enough to rouse him, but the wonderful old creature wouldn"t be roused. He simply yarned on about learning wisdom, and the Power of the Eye, shrouded himself in his vapour and disappeared like a dissolving view. Then I was brought here."
"I wonder you came!" Forrester exclaimed, envying the speaker"s boldness, and burning to hear the secret of it.
"Well, I wanted to see all there was to be seen," Beresford replied simply. "I didn"t know, of course, that I couldn"t get back; and I might have acted differently if he had given an exhibition of the Power of the Eye for my benefit: I suppose there was no criminal on hand at the moment. As soon as I got here I saw that his intention was to give me a stronger dose of his horrors; he is a perfect epicure in punishments. But there was no occasion for panic. I"ve known Redfern for twenty odd years: he was my f.a.g at school: and I would have given long odds that he would worry through somehow, send up a relief party and give the old reprobate what-for. I"ve every confidence even now that he will--if he lives. We may be here longer than I expected; but we can stand two years of it, perhaps three."