Under the conduct of the young man, the two Old Codgers left the room, and returned to the Committee who were waiting with the mules outside; and with them went Toby and Mr. Punch and Mr. Hanlon, to bring back that portion of the treasure which was to pay for the six hour-gla.s.ses.
This was a work of much difficulty, and occupied a great deal of time.
While it was going on, the Rug-Merchant, having first asked permission, reclined again on the divan and resumed his pipe, while Aunt Amanda, Freddie, and the Churchwarden seated themselves, at his invitation, and watched him in silence.
The treasure was at length piled, complete, in a corner of the room.
Toby, Mr. Punch, and Mr. Hanlon returned for the last time, and without the great-great-grandson of the Rug-Merchant.
"The others will wait outside for an hour," said Toby. "If we don"t come back by that time, they"ll go on into the city without us."
Shiraz the Rug-Merchant laid down the stem of his pipe, and rising bowed to Aunt Amanda with great deference.
"Permit me, most gracious lady," said he, "to see the fingers of your left hand."
He took in his own right hand the third finger of Aunt Amanda"s left, and bent his eyes close over it. He straightened himself up with a long breath, and crossing his arms upon his breast, made a low salaam.
"It is as I thought," said he. "The mark is here, on the third finger of the left hand. Highness," said he, bowing lower, "I pray you accept your servant"s salutation on your return." And raising her hand to his lips, he kissed it in a very courtly manner.
"Goodness alive!" said Aunt Amanda, turning as red as a rose, "you make me feel too foolish for anything."
"You have been away a long time," said Shiraz, "but you have returned.
Happy am I to be the first to greet you on your return. You and the others have all been enchanted. You are six enchanted souls, and in your present shapes not one of you is himself. I suppose you do not know that you are enchanted; you think that you are yourselves; is it not so? I a.s.sure you it is a mistake; but I can put you in the way of correcting your errors, and restoring yourselves to your true shapes, if you desire it. Madam," said he, bowing again to Aunt Amanda, "I await your commands."
"I reckon we all want to be corrected," said Aunt Amanda. "It"s what we"ve come here for. We"ve come a long way to this island, and for nothing on earth but to be corrected, if there"s any way to do it. If you can do it, go ahead."
"Hearing is obedience," said Shiraz. "Please to take the hour-gla.s.ses."
Each one took up an hour-gla.s.s from the table and held it in his hand.
"It is necessary," said Shiraz, "to destroy the sands in the gla.s.ses. If they can be destroyed, the enchantment will be over. There is no power on earth which can destroy the sands but one, and that is the White Fire of the Preserver. Will you risk the fire?"
"I will," said Aunt Amanda, now somewhat pale; and the others nodded a.s.sent.
"Then I will give you the White Robes," said Shiraz. "Without them you can not withstand the Fire."
He went to a wall and drew from behind the hangings a box, which he opened on the table. From this box he took six white linen gowns, and at his direction each put on one of the gowns. Freddie"s was much too long, and he was obliged to hold it up.
"Well," said Toby, "I always did look ridiculous in a night-gown, but this beats--"
"Peace," said Shiraz. "The Fire will not harm you now. Two things only are necessary: to fear nothing, and to hold tight to the hour-gla.s.ses."
With these words he clapped his hands, and from behind the hangings on the rear wall stepped a black man, clad in a robe similar to the others.
To this man the Persian spoke in some strange tongue, and the man bowed.
"Now," said Shiraz, "you will follow my servant. Farewell, and peace be with you."
CHAPTER XXIII
FROM THE FIRE BACK TO THE FRYING PAN
The white-robed figures, having left the room by a small circular door behind the hangings, followed the black servant along a pitch-dark pa.s.sage, and in a few moments came to a bridge, similar to the one they had crossed before. As they felt their way over it cautiously one by one, the sound of rushing water came to them from below, and a cold breeze fanned their cheeks. A little further on they touched the first step of a stair, and began to ascend its worn stone treads. They mounted some thirty steps, and touching the wall with their hands, moved onward along a pa.s.sage. This pa.s.sage made an abrupt turn to the left, and when they had cleared the corner they saw in its sides before them a gleam of light here and there.
"The Master"s work-rooms," said the black servant. "Please to follow."
They pa.s.sed now and then beneath a lighted window, too high to be seen through, and at the end of the pa.s.sage the servant paused before a closed iron door. He opened this door with a key, and led them forth.
Before them was a garden, the most beautiful that any of them had ever seen. High over it was a dome of pale green and amber gla.s.s, through which the sunlight streamed in mild and parti-coloured rays. The walls which supported the dome were so high that it was impossible to see beyond. In the center was a fountain, dropping in a sparkling shower into a marble basin; around it spread a well-ordered carpet of flowers, of all the colours, as it seemed, of the rainbow; along the walls were cocoa palms, banana trees, and the feathery bamboo; white c.o.c.katoos sailed across from palm to palm; the air was heavy with a warm odour of moist earth and blossoms. The whole party drew a deep breath of pleasure. The dark place from which they had come seemed to fade away like a dream before the soft beauty of the garden.
The servant led them to the opposite side, and unlocked a door in the wall, making way for them to pa.s.s in before him. They entered, and heard the door locked behind them; the servant was no longer with them; they were alone in a small square room, of stone walls and an earthen floor; there was no opening, but in the opposite wall was a closed door. A pale light pervaded the place, from what source they could not discover. In the earthen floor from wall to wall grew a thicket of stiff stalks, higher than Freddie"s head, and cl.u.s.tered closely around each stalk from bottom to top were flowers of a waxen whiteness.
"It seems a real pity," said Aunt Amanda, "to break those pretty plants, but I reckon we"ve got to wade into them. I"m mighty curious to see what"s on the other side of that door. Probably the fire the old man was talking about. Oh, dear, I don"t like fire. But we"ve got to get to that door, so come along."
The whole party moved in a body into the thicket of waxen stalks.
As they stepped in, the stalks broke around them with sharp reports.
They moved on again, and the reports, as the stalks broke, became louder and louder; and now each one felt the hour-gla.s.s in his hand being tugged at, and found that wherever his hand touched a flower, the petals flattened themselves on the hand and the gla.s.s, and clung so tight that it took a hard jerk to get them loose. There was danger of losing the gla.s.ses, and with one accord they held the gla.s.ses high above their heads. The moment they did so, the conduct of the stalks became terrifying indeed.
As if in anger, the broken stalks spouted forth, with a hiss and a rush, blinding jets of liquid white fire, which tore at the ceiling angrily and roared and crackled. From the broken stalks it spread to the others, and in a moment jets of liquid white fire were blazing and crackling upward from all the stalks in the room, and the terrified captives were in the very midst of it.
It ran up their robes and showered on them from the ceiling; it became denser and angrier; it was all but unbearable, though they felt it in only a tiny fraction of its real strength; in another instant the frail white gowns must surely be consumed. But in some strange way the gowns shed off the liquid fire, and remained unscorched.
For a moment the sufferers were stupefied. They were unable to move.
Freddie tried to scream, but he could make no sound; he almost fainted away; but he felt, through it all, the st.u.r.dy arm of Mr. Toby tight about him.
They pushed on in a close body and pa.s.sed the center of the room; the white glare became more blinding, the roar and crackle more deafening; they were surrounded, cut off, in the midst of destruction; they were bewildered; they stopped again; there was no use in going back; they must get forward through the furnace at any cost; they made a new start; and in a frenzy of terror, their hands before their eyes, with a rush they gained the door. They crowded against it; they pushed and beat upon it; it gave way before them; they rushed through, and it closed behind them of its own accord.
They were standing in broad daylight on the sidewalk of a city street, under a high blank wall, with shops on the opposite side; each with an hour-gla.s.s, empty of sand, in his right hand, and each clad only in a long white night-gown.
CHAPTER XXIV
DISENCHANTMENT COMPLETE
They looked behind them. A high stone wall rose at their backs, and in it was no sign of a door.
They looked across the street. It was a narrow street, paved with cobble-stones; on the opposite side, where a row of little low shops stretched away on either hand, a few people were going in and out at the doors, and a few others were walking at some distance, before the shop-windows. An ox-cart was coming slowly down the street.
Freddie had sometimes dreamed of being out among people in broad daylight in his night-gown, and he now felt the same terror he had felt in those dreams; he looked anxiously at the shops for a place in which to hide. No one appeared to observe them yet, but they would soon be seen, and it would be dreadful, unless they could find shelter without a moment"s delay.
"We had better run into one of those shops," said he, breathlessly, "and ask them to hide us until we can get some clothes."
"Ah, no," said a soft voice beside him, at his right. "It is not a shop that I must go to now. I must hurry home."