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_ On the day following this strange experience of the iron that was
turned to gold some great service was held in the Sanctuary, as we
understood, "to consecrate the war." We did not attend it, but that
night we ate together as usual. Ayesha was moody at the meal, that is,
she varied from sullenness to laughter.
"Know you," she said, "that to-day I was an Oracle, and those fools of
the Mountain sent their medicine-men to ask of the Hesea how the
battle would go and which of them would be slain, and which gain
honour. And I--I could not tell them, but juggled with my words, so
that they might take them as they would. How the battle will go I know
well, for I shall direct it, but the future--ah! that I cannot read
better than thou canst, my Holly, and that is ill indeed. For me the
past and all the present lie bathed in light reflected from that black
wall--the future."
Then she fell to brooding, and looking up at length with an air of
entreaty, said to Leo--
"Wilt thou not hear my prayer and bide where thou art for some few
days, or even go a-hunting? Do so, and I will stay with thee, and send
Holly and Oros to command the Tribes in this petty fray."
"I will not," answered Leo, trembling with indignation, for this plan
of hers that I should be sent out to war, while he bided in safety in
a temple, moved him, a man brave to rashness, who, although he
disapproved of it in theory, loved fighting for its own sake also, to
absolute rage.
"I say, Ayesha, that I will not," he repeated; "moreover, that if thou
leavest me here I will find my way down the mountain alone, and join
the battle."
"Then come," she answered, "and on thine own head be it. Nay, not on
thine beloved, on mine, on mine."
After this, by some strange reaction, she became like a merry girl,
laughing more than I have ever seen her do, and telling us many tales
of the far, far past, but none that were sad or tragic. It was very
strange to sit and listen to her while she spoke of people, one or two
of them known as names in history and many others who never have been
heard of, that had trod this earth and with whom she was familiar over
two thousand years ago. Yet she told us anecdotes of their loves and
hates, their strength or weaknesses, all of them touched with some
tinge of humorous satire, or illustrating the comic vanity of human
aims and aspirations.
At length her talk took a deeper and more personal note. She spoke of
her searchings after truth; of how, aching for wisdom, she had
explored the religions of her day and refused them one by one; of how
she had preached in Jerusalem and been stoned by the Doctors of the
Law. Of how also she had wandered back to Arabia and, being rejected
by her own people as a reformer, had travelled on to Egypt, and at the
court of the Pharaoh of that time met a famous magician, half
charlatan and half seer who, because she was far-seeing,
'clairvoyante' we should call it, instructed her in his art so well
that soon she became his master and forced him to obey her.
Then, as though she were unwilling to reveal too much, suddenly
Ayesha's history passed from Egypt to Kor. She spoke to Leo of his
arrival there, a wanderer who was named Kallikrates, hunted by savages
and accompanied by the Egyptian Amenartas, whom she appeared to have
known and hated in her own country, and of how she entertained them.
Yes, she even told of a supper that the three of them had eaten
together on the evening before they started to discover the Place of
Life, and of an evil prophecy that this royal Amenartas had made as to
the issue of their journey.
"Aye," Ayesha said, "it was such a silent night as this and such a
meal as this we ate, and Leo, not so greatly changed, save that he was
beardless then and younger, was at my side. Where thou sittest, Holly,
sat the royal Amenartas, a very fair woman; yes, even more beautiful
than I before I dipped me in the Essence, fore-sighted also, though
not so learned as I had grown. From the first we hated each other, and
more than ever now, when she guessed how I had learned to look upon
thee, her lover, Leo; for her husband thou never wast, who didst flee
too fast for marriage. She knew also that the struggle between us
which had begun of old and afar was for centuries and generations, and
that until the end should declare itself neither of us could harm the
other, who both had sinned to win thee, that wast appointed by fate to
be the lodestone of our souls. Then Amenartas spoke and said--
"'Lo! to my sight, Kallikrates, the wine in thy cup is turned to
blood, and that knife in thy hand, O daughter of Yarab'--for so she
named me--'drips red blood. Aye, and this place is a sepulchre, and
thou, O Kallikrates, sleepest here, nor can she, thy murderess, kiss
back the breath of life into those cold lips of thine.'
"So indeed it came about as was ordained," added Ayesha reflectively,
"for I slew thee in yonder Place of Life, yes, in my madness I slew
thee because thou wouldst not or couldst not understand the change
that had come over me, and shrankest from my loveliness like a blind
bat from the splendour of flame, hiding thy face in the tresses of her
dusky hair--Why, what is it now, thou Oros? Can I never be rid of thee
for an hour?"
"O Hes, a writing from the Khania Atene," the priest said with his
deprecating bow.
"Break the seal and read," she answered carelessly. "Perchance she has
repented of her folly and makes submission."
So he read--
"To the Hesea of the College on the Mountain, known as Ayesha upon
earth, and in the household of the Over-world whence she has been
permitted to wander, as 'Star-that-hath-fallen--'"
"A pretty sounding name, forsooth," broke in Ayesha; "ah! but, Atene,
set stars rise again--even from the Under-world. Read on, thou Oros."
"Greetings, O Ayesha. Thou who art very old, hast gathered much
wisdom in the passing of the centuries, and with other powers,
that of making thyself seem fair in the eyes of men blinded by
thine arts. Yet one thing thou lackest that I have--vision of
those happenings which are not yet. Know, O Ayesha, that I and my
uncle, the great seer, have searched the heavenly books to learn
what is written there of the issue of this war.
"This is written:--For me, death, whereat I rejoice. For thee a
spear cast by thine own hand. For the land of Kaloon blood and
ruin bred of thee!
"Atene,
"Khania of Kaloon."
Ayesha listened in silence, but her lips did not tremble, nor her
cheek pale. To Oros she said proudly--
"Say to the messenger of Atene that I have received her message, and
ere long will answer it, face to face with her in her palace of
Kaloon. Go, priest, and disturb me no more."
When Oros had departed she turned to us and said--
"That tale of mine of long ago was well fitted to this hour, for as
Amenartas prophesied of ill, so does Atene prophesy of ill, and
Amenartas and Atene are one. Well, let the spear fall, if fall it
must, and I will not flinch from it who know that I shall surely
triumph at the last. Perhaps the Khania does but think to frighten me
with a cunning lie, but if she has read aright, then be sure, beloved,
that it is still well with us, since none can escape their destiny,
nor can our bond of union which was fashioned with the universe that
bears us, ever be undone."
She paused awhile then went on with a sudden outburst of poetic
thought and imagery.
"I tell thee, Leo, that out of the confusions of our lives and deaths
order shall yet be born. Behind the mask of cruelty shine Mercy's
tender eyes; and the wrongs of this rough and twisted world are but
hot, blinding sparks which stream from the all-righting sword of pure,
eternal Justice. The heavy lives we see and know are only links in a
golden chain that shall draw us safe to the haven of our rest; steep
and painful steps are they whereby we climb to the alloted palace of
our joy. Henceforth I fear no more, and fight no more against that
which must befall. For I say we are but winged seeds blown down the
gales of fate and change to the appointed garden where we shall grow,
filling its blest air with the immortal fragrance of our bloom.
"Leave me now, Leo, and sleep awhile, for we ride at dawn."
It was midday on the morrow when we moved down the mountain-side with
the army of the Tribes, fierce and savage-looking men. The scouts were
out before us, then came the great body of their cavalry mounted on
wiry horses, while to right and left and behind, the foot soldiers
marched in regiments, each under the command of its own chief.
Ayesha, veiled now--for she would not show her beauty to these wild
folk--rode in the midst of the horse-men on a white mare of matchless
speed and shape. With her went Leo and myself, Leo on the Khan's black
horse, and I on another not unlike it, though thicker built. About us
were a bodyguard of armed priests and a regiment of chosen soldiers,
among them those hunters that Leo had saved from Ayesha's wrath, and
who were now attached to his person.
We were merry, all of us, for in the crisp air of late autumn flooded
with sunlight, the fears and forebodings that had haunted us in those
gloomy, firelit caves were forgotten. Moreover, the tramp of thousands
of armed men and the excitement of coming battle thrilled our nerves.
Not for many a day had I seen Leo look so vigorous and happy. Of late
he had grown somewhat thin and pale, probably from causes that I have
suggested, but now his cheeks were red and his eyes shone bright
again. Ayesha also seemed joyous, for the moods of this strange woman
were as fickle as those of Nature's self, and varied as a landscape
varies under the sunshine or the shadow. Now she was noon and now dark
night; now dawn, now evening, and now thoughts came and went in the
blue depths of her eyes like vapours wafted across the summer sky, and
in the press of them her sweet face changed and shimmered as broken
water shimmers beneath the beaming stars.
"Too long," she said, with a little thrilling laugh, "have I been shut
in the bowels of sombre mountains, accompanied only by mutes and
savages or by melancholy, chanting priests, and now I am glad to look
upon the world again. How beautiful are the snows above, and the brown
slopes below, and the broad plains beyond that roll away to those
bordering hills! How glorious is the sun, eternal as myself; how sweet
the keen air of heaven.
"Believe me, Leo, more than twenty centuries have gone by since I was
seated on a steed, and yet thou seest I have not forgot my
horsemanship, though this beast cannot match those Arabs that I rode
in the wide deserts of Arabia. Oh! I remember how at my father's side
I galloped down to war against the marauding Bedouins, and how with my
own hand I speared their chieftain and made him cry for mercy. One day
I will tell thee of that father of mine, for I was his darling, and
though we have been long apart, I hold his memory dear and look
forward to our meeting.
"See, yonder is the mouth of that gorge where lived the cat-
worshipping sorcerer, who would have murdered both of you because
thou, Leo, didst throw his familiar to the fire. It is strange, but
several of the tribes of this Mountain and of the lands behind it make
cats their gods or divine by means of them. I think that the first
Rassen, the general of Alexander, must have brought the practice here
from Egypt. Of this Macedonian Alexander I could tell thee much, for
he was almost a contemporary of mine, and when I last was born the
world still rang with the fame of his great deeds.
"It was Rassen who on the Mountain supplanted the primeval fire-
worship whereof the flaming pillars which light its Sanctuary remain
as monuments, by that of Hes, or Isis, or rather blended the two in
one. Doubtless among the priests in his army were some of Pasht or
Sekket the Cat-headed, and these brought with them their secret cult,
that to-day has dwindled down to the vulgar divinations of savage
sorcerers. Indeed I remember dimly that it was so, for I was the first
Hesea of this Temple, and journeyed hither with that same general
Rassen, a relative of mine."
Now both Leo and I looked at her wonderingly, and I could see that she
was watching us through her veil. As usual, however, it was I whom she
reproved, since Leo might think and do what he willed and still escape
her anger.
"Thou, Holly," she said quickly, "who art ever of a cavilling and
suspicious mind, remembering what I said but now, believest that I lie
to thee."
I protested that I was only reflecting upon an apparent variation
between two statements.
"Play not with words," she answered; "in thy heart thou didst write me
down a liar, and I take that ill. Know, foolish man, that when I said
that the Macedonian Alexander lived before me, I meant before this
present life of mine. In the existence that preceded it, though I
outlasted him by thirty years, we were born in the same summer, and I
knew him well, for I was the Oracle whom he consulted most upon his
wars, and to my wisdom he owed his victories. Afterwards we
quarrelled, and I left him and pushed forward with Rassen. From that
day the bright star of Alexander began to wane." At this Leo made a
sound that resembled a whistle. In a very agony of apprehension,
beating back the criticisms and certain recollections of the strange
tale of the old abbot, Kou-en, which would rise within me, I asked
quickly--
"And dost thou, Ayesha, remember well all that befell thee in this
former life?"
"Nay, not well," she answered, meditatively, "only the greater facts,
and those I have for the most part recovered by that study of secret
things which thou callest vision or magic. For instance, my Holly, I
recall that thou wast living in that life. Indeed I seem to see an
ugly philosopher clad in a dirty robe and filled both with wine and
the learning of others, who disputed with Alexander till he grew wroth
with him and caused him to be banished, or drowned: I forget which."
"I suppose that I was not called Diogenes?" I asked tartly,
suspecting, perhaps not without cause, that Ayesha was amusing herself
by fooling me.
"No," she replied gravely, "I do not think that was thy name. The
Diogenes thou speakest of was a much more famous man, one of real if
crabbed wisdom; moreover, he did not indulge in wine. I am mindful of
very little of that life, however, not of more indeed than are many of
the followers of the prophet Buddha, whose doctrines I have studied
and of whom thou, Holly, hast spoken to me so much. Maybe we did not
meet while it endured. Still I recollect that the Valley of Bones,
where I found thee, my Leo, was the place where a great battle was
fought between the Fire-priests with their vassals, the Tribes of the
Mountain and the army of Rassen aided by the people of Kaloon. For
between these and the Mountain, in old days as now, there was enmity,
since in this present war history does but rewrite itself."
"So thou thyself wast our guide," said Leo, looking at her sharply.
"Aye, Leo, who else? though it is not wonderful that thou didst not
know me beneath those deathly wrappings. I was minded to wait and
receive thee in the Sanctuary, yet when I learned that at length both
of you had escaped Atene and drew near, I could restrain myself no
more, but came forth thus hideously disguised. Yes, I was with you
even at the river's bank, and though you saw me not, there sheltered
you from harm.
"Leo, I yearned to look upon thee and to be certain that thy heart had
not changed, although until the alloted time thou mightest not hear my
voice or see my face who wert doomed to undergo that sore trial of thy
faith. Of Holly also I desired to learn whether his wisdom could
pierce through my disguise, and how near he stood to truth. It was for
this reason that I suffered him to see me draw the lock from the
satchel on thy breast and to hear me wail over thee yonder in the
Rest-house. Well he did not guess so ill, but thou, thou knewest me--
in thy sleep--knewest me as I am, and not as I seemed to be, yes," she
added softly, "and didst say certain sweet words which I remember
well."
"Then beneath that shroud was thine own face," asked Leo again, for he
was very curious on this point, "the same lovely face I see to-day?"
"Mayhap--as thou wilt," she answered coldly; "also it is the spirit
that matters, not the outward seeming, though men in their blindness
think otherwise. Perchance my face is but as thy heart fashions it, or
as my will presents it to the sight and fancy of its beholders. But
hark! The scouts have touched."
As Ayesha spoke a sound of distant shouting was borne upon the wind,
and presently we saw a fringe of horsemen falling back slowly upon our
foremost line. It was only to report, however, that the skirmishers of
Atene were in full retreat. Indeed, a prisoner whom they brought with
them, on being questioned by the priests, confessed at once that the
Khania had no mind to meet us upon the holy Mountain. She proposed to
give battle on the river's farther bank, having for a defence its
waters which we must ford, a decision that showed good military
judgment.
So it happened that on this day there was no fighting.
All that afternoon we descended the slopes of the Mountain, more
swiftly by far than we had climbed them after our long flight from the
city of Kaloon. Before sunset we came to our prepared camping ground,
a wide and sloping plain that ended at the crest of the Valley of Dead
Bones, where in past days we had met our mysterious guide. This,
however, we did not reach through the secret mountain tunnel along
which she had led us, the shortest way by miles, as Ayesha told us
now, since it was unsuited to the passage of an army.
Bending to the left, we circled round a number of unclimbable koppies,
beneath which that tunnel passed, and so at length arrived upon the
brow of the dark ravine where we could sleep safe from attack by
night.
Here a tent was pitched for Ayesha, but as it was the only one, Leo
and I with our guard bivouacked among some rocks at a distance of a
few hundred yards. When she found that this must be so, Ayesha was
very angry and spoke bitter words to the chief who had charge of the
food and baggage, although, he, poor man, knew nothing of tents.
Also she blamed Oros, who replied meekly that he had thought us
captains accustomed to war and its hardships. But most of all she was
angry with herself, who had forgotten this detail, and until Leo
stopped her with a laugh of vexation, went on to suggest that we
should sleep in the tent, since she had no fear of the rigours of the
mountain cold.
The end of it was that we supped together outside, or rather Leo and I
supped, for as there were guards around us Ayesha did not even lift
her veil.
That evening Ayesha was disturbed and ill at ease, as though new fears
which she could not overcome assailed her. At length she seemed to
conquer them by some effort of her will and announced that she was
minded to sleep and thus refresh her soul; the only part of her, I
think, which ever needed rest. Her last words to us were--
"Sleep you also, sleep sound, but be not astonished, my Leo, if I send
to summon both of you during the night, since in my slumbers I may
find new counsels and need to speak of them to thee ere we break camp
at dawn."
Thus we parted, but ah! little did we guess how and where the three of
us would meet again.
We were weary and soon fell fast asleep beside our camp-fire, for,
knowing that the whole army guarded us, we had no fear. I remember
watching the bright stars which shone in the immense vault above me
until they paled in the pure light of the risen moon, now somewhat
past her full, and hearing Leo mutter drowsily from beneath his fur
rug that Ayesha was quite right, and that it was pleasant to be in the
open air again, as he was tired of caves.
After that I knew no more until I was awakened by the challenge of a
sentry in the distance; then after a pause, a second challenge from
the officer of our own guard. Another pause, and a priest stood bowing
before us, the flickering light from the fire playing upon his shaven
head and face, which I seemed to recognize.
"I"--and he gave a name that was familiar to me, but which I forget--
"am sent, my lords, by Oros, who commands me to say that the Hesea
would speak with you both and at once."
Now Leo sat up yawning and asked what was the matter. I told him,
whereon he said he wished that Ayesha could have waited till daylight,
then added--
"Well, there is no help for it. Come on, Horace," and he rose to
follow the messenger.
The priest bowed again and said--
"The commands of the Hesea are that my lords should bring their
weapons and their guard."
"What," grumbled Leo, "to protect us for a walk of a hundred yards
through the heart of an army?"
"The Hesea," explained the man, "has left her tent; she is in the
gorge yonder, studying the line of advance."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I do not know it," he replied. "Oros told me so, that is all, and
therefore the Hesea bade my lords bring their guard, for she is
alone."
"Is she mad," ejaculated Leo, "to wander about in such a place at
midnight? Well, it is like her."
I too thought it was like her, who did nothing that others would have
done, and yet I hesitated. Then I remembered that Ayesha had said she
might send for us; also I was sure that if any trick had been intended
we should not have been warned to bring an escort. So we called the
guard--there were twelve of them--took our spears and swords and
started.
We were challenged by both the first and second lines of sentries, and
I noticed that as we gave them the password the last picket, who of
course recognized us, looked astonished. Still, if they had doubts
they did not dare to express them. So we went on.
Now we began to descend the sides of the ravine by a very steep path,
with which the priest, our guide, seemed to be curiously familiar, for
he went down it as though it were the stairway of his own house.
"A strange place to take us to at night," said Leo doubtfully, when we
were near the bottom and the chief of the bodyguard, that great red-
bearded hunter who had been mixed up in the matter of the snow-leopard
also muttered some words of remonstrance. Whilst I was trying to catch
what he said, of a sudden something white walked into the patch of
moonlight at the foot of the ravine, and we saw that it was the veiled
figure of Ayesha herself. The chief saw her also and said
contentedly--
"Hes! Hes!"
"Look at her," grumbled Leo, "strolling about in that haunted hole as
though it were Hyde Park;" and on he went at a run.
The figure turned and beckoned to us to follow her as she glided
forward, picking her way through the skeletons which were scattered
about upon the lava bed of the cleft. Thus she went on into the shadow
of the opposing cliff that the moonlight did not reach. Here in the
wet season a stream trickled down a path which it had cut through the
rock in the course of centuries, and the grit that it had brought with
it was spread about the lava floor of the ravine, so that many of the
bones were almost completely buried in the sand.
These, I noticed, as we stepped into the shadow, were more numerous
than usual just here, for on all sides I saw the white crowns of
skulls, or the projecting ends of ribs and thigh bones. Doubtless, I
thought to myself, that streamway made a road to the plain above, and
in some past battle, the fighting around it was very fierce and the
slaughter great.
Here Ayesha had halted and was engaged in the contemplation of this
boulder-strewn path, as though she meditated making use of it that
day. Now we drew near to her, and the priest who guided us fell back
with our guard, leaving us to go forward alone, since they dared not
approach the Hesea unbidden. Leo was somewhat in advance of me, seven
or eight yards perhaps, and I heard him say--
"Why dost thou venture into such places at night, Ayesha, unless
indeed it is not possible for any harm to come to thee?"
She made no answer, only turned and opened her arms wide, then let
them fall to her side again. Whilst I wondered what this signal of
hers might mean, from the shadows about us came a strange, rustling
sound.
I looked, and lo! everywhere the skeletons were rising from their
sandy beds. I saw their white skulls, their gleaming arm and leg
bones, their hollow ribs. The long-slain army had come to life again,
and look! in their hands were the ghosts of spears.
Of course I knew at once that this was but another manifestation of
Ayesha's magic powers, which some whim of hers had drawn us from our
beds to witness. Yet I confess that I felt frightened. Even the
boldest of men, however free from superstition, might be excused
should their nerve fail them if, when standing in a churchyard at
midnight, suddenly on every side they saw the dead arising from their
graves. Also our surroundings were wilder and more eerie than those of
any civilized burying-place.
"What new devilment of thine is this?" cried Leo in a scared and angry
voice. But Ayesha made no answer. I heard a noise behind me and looked
round. The skeletons were springing upon our body-guard, who for their
part, poor men, paralysed with terror, had thrown down their weapons
and fallen, some of them, to their knees. Now the ghosts began to stab
at them with their phantom spears, and I saw that beneath the blows
they rolled over. The veiled figure above me pointed with her hand at
Leo and said--
"Seize him, but I charge you, harm him not."
I knew the voice; /it was that of Atene!/
Then too late I understood the trap into which we had fallen.
"Treachery!" I began to cry, and before the word was out of my lips, a
particularly able-bodied skeleton silenced me with a violent blow upon
the head. But though I could not speak, my senses still stayed with me
for a little. I saw Leo fighting furiously with a number of men who
strove to pull him down, so furiously, indeed that his frightful
efforts caused the blood to gush out of his mouth from some burst
vessel in the lungs.
Then sight and hearing failed me, and thinking that this was death, I
fell and remembered no more.
Why I was not killed outright I do not know, unless in their hurry the
disguised soldiers thought me already dead, or perhaps that my life
was to be spared also. At least, beyond the knock upon the head I
received no injury. _
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