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Wellman, Manly Wade - Wellman in Weird Tales
Wellman, Manly Wade - Wellman in Weird Tales
Wellman, Manly Wade - Wellman in Weird Tales
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(From th,e S-mith Oity Mirror, June days following the elapse of thiq
26, 1927) period, Brock feared some accident
and, with the help of Georges Dmitri,
P
OLICE are searching today for Dr. Lawlor's cook, and Emil Bonner,
Dr. J. E. Lawlor, well-known
physician and scientist, follow- his chauffeur, he foreed the door this
ing a report from his secretary, morning and found that the doctor
James Brock, that he had disap- was gone.
peared from his home at 2100 Van A weird angle is added to the in-
Ness Avenue. cident by the dead body of a large
According to Brock, Dr. Lawlor ape which Brock found in a corner
locked himself into his private lab- of the disordered laboratory. Al-
oratory twelve days ago, ordering his though Dr. Lawlor was known to be
servants not to disturb him, and to interested in natural history and to
send food down by means of a dumb- have conducted several experiments
waiter. As he had followed this plan with animals i·ecently, Brock stated
several times before while working on that he was sure the ape was not in
experiments, Brock complied with his the laboratory when it was closed
request. TM time set was ten days twelve days ago. The table was cov-
and when there had been no response ered with papers, which have been
from the laboratory during the two turned over to the police.
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BACK TO THE BEAST 635
Brock, Dmitri and Bonner are held Brock to cover a very evident
for questioning by Chief of Police c1·ime.''
John Walton.
Dr. Lawlor has no immediate fam- (Extracts from the pape1·s given to
.ily. A brother, Stanley Lawlor, of police by James Brock as the jourtnal
Topeka, Kansas, has been notified. of D1·. James Everett Lawlo1')
.
(F1·oni tli:e Smith Oity Mirror, June
28, 1927) J UNE 15-All is in readiness for
my experiment-the :final step in
my great work that will afford scien-
to determine the species
A . of
TTEMPTS
the ape found dead in the
tists a true glimpse of how man ap-
peared in the dim past. The narrow
laboratory of Dr. J. E. Lawlor, who persons who refuse to believe in evo-
disappeared last .Saturday, were un- lution will be forced to see the wuth,
successful when P rofessor F. W. for we will confront them, not with
Baylor, head of the natural science theories, but with proofs.
department of the state university,
said ·today that he had never seen I have material now that would
such a creature before. fill a great book-notes telling how I
first discovered the combination of
"There are eight kinds of anthro- elements that induces deterioration
poid apes known to science, '' said and of my experiments with it, :first
Professor Baylor, ''but this ape be- on the lowest forms of life, then on
longs to none of them. It has some of more complex animals, with surpriz-
the characteristics of several, but re- ing and enlightening results. Years
sembles no single kind greatly. It is have been consumed in this study, but
either a freak or of a species un- soon they will be paid for when I re-
known until now.'' veal what I have learned.
Professor Baylor has ordered the The elements for the two serums,
animal embalmed and intends to send products of nearly a lifetime of labor
it to fellow-students of natural his- and observation, are at hand. One
tory in Chicago. serum is the deteriorator, which when
properly mingled and administered
(From the Smith Oity Mirror, June will make vital changes in the organs
29, 1927) and tissues of an animal, changes
which :finally result in giving it the
JAvenue,
AMBS BROCK, private secretary of
Dr. J.E. Lawlor, 2100Van Ness
was placed under arrest to-
appearance of its ancestors · untold
ages ago. This change can be ar-
day to face charges of kidnaping and rested by the administration of the
possibly murder of his employer last counter-agent, which will restore the
Saturday. trans£ormed creature to its former
The arrest took place following the condition.
reading of papers purporting to be I do not suppose that any person
a journal of an experiment per- less determined or less scientific in
formed by the doctor, which Brock mind than I would dare perform this
turned over to the police upen his experiment upon himself; but after
employer's disappearance. Brock all, it is as safe as such a thing can
had been held for questioning, but be. I have studied its effects and
was given his liberty Saturday. powers too much and too long to go
The contents of the journal were wrong now, and I know that I shaH
not made public, but Chief John not be mentally incapable of hand-
Walton described them as '' prepos- ling it. The change is physiological,
terous and unbelievable, a forgery by not psychological. Foretelling the
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part on the outer edges. Their pre- vious, and yet a thing that has
hensile powers are developed, too, proved my undoing.
and they can pick up objects quite Let me remain sane for a moment
easily. and marshal the incidents as they oc-
It is also interesting to note thatcurred. There is not much to ten.
my mental processes have not This morning I went to my shelf of
changed one whit-I can think as chemicals for the ingredients to com-
clearly and as deeply as ever. As I pound into the counteracting serum.
predicted, the serum does not effect My hands, which of course had be-
the brain tissues; or, if it does, it come clumsy and primitive, seemed
does not keep them from functioning to have trouble in picking up the lit-
properly. tle vials, but this did not worry me
I have been hungry all day. The as I began the combining of my ma-
food Brock sent to me was not sufti...terials. Two of them I mixed in a
cient, especially as re0ards meat, graduated glass and then reached for
and I must send up a note with the a pipette to administer th~ third.
empty dishes for him to increase the But my unsteady manipulation did
amount. ·
not allow the · proper proportion to
June 19-This part of the experi- fl.ow in. I released a drop too much,
ment will stop tomorrow, for I shall and though there was a correspond-
then mix and administer the counter- ing effervescence, I could see that the
agent. mixture was a failure. I poured it
Tonight I see myself to be an eery out and tried again, with the same
creature, half beast, half man. I a.m result. With growing uneasiness I
hard put to it to walk without sup- made a third attempt, and again my
porting myself on the table and the clumsy hands failed me.
backs of the chairs. So must our an- Too la.te, I realized that the ming-
cestors have looked when they swung ling of the elements in the proper
down from the trees to achieve their proportions and manner had been a
first adventures on the ground and task that required all the delicacy of
to conquer the world. a skilled chemist. My hands, no
These :five days, what with the longer the deft, steady hands of Dr.
many notes I have taken, will provide Lawlor, were those of a sub-human
a :fitting climax for the scientific book
creature, and as such not equal to the
that I contemplate. How it will as- fea.t !
tound the world! What honors and Horrible, horrible ! I moaned
distinctions may descend upon me! aloud when I realized what had hap-
Fame is mine, certainly; fortune, if pened and what would follow. With-
I wish it, may follow. out the eounter-agent I could not
So good-night and good-bye, my neutralize, or even halt, the progress
primitive self yonder in the mirror. of the deteriorator. Down I must go,
Tomorrow I shall commence the jour- back along the road up which the
ney back to the appearance of Dr. human race has struggled for untold
Lawlor, that I may immortalize you centuries!
in .all your fascinating grotesqueness. Again and again I desperately
tried to mix the dose, until I had
JUNE 20-How could I-oh, how used up ;11 my materials. Once or
could I not provide against this 7 twice I thought that I had approxi-
With all the machinery of my experi- mated the proper mingling, but when
mentation evidently flawless, I must I injected it, there was no effect.
forget a single item-an item mad- I sit here tonight, a rung farther
deningly simple, maddeningly ob- toward the beast from whence we
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sprang, instead of on the road back nature has planned-delve not into
toward msn. Like one lowered. into her mysterious past. I have done
a well, I see above me a circle of light that, and it was my complete and
growing smaller and dimmer as I dreadful undoing. If it had not come
descend into darkness and horror! in this way it would have come in an-
What shall I do? other, I do not doubt for a moment.
June 25-Morning. I have not
[From this point forward, the budged from the chair where I sat to
journal is written in an almost -unin- write last evening. I heard Brock's
telligible scrawl.] voice outside the door, asking me if
I was coming out. I dared not make
June 24-For three days I have a sound in reply, and he went away.
not written. I have not slept and Is existence bearable in such a
have eaten only when the pangs of condition? Even now, the sliding
hunger roused me from my half- back into lower and lower form con-
trance of misery. Horror has closed tinues. It will not be long before I
over my head like water. am no longer even the ape-thing I
At first I searched frantically for appear. Perhaps the serum will
more materials for the counter-agent, carry me back through the ages until
literally wrecking my laboratory, but I am the slimy sea-crawler from
to no avail. I had used it all in try- which all life had its beginning. Oh,
ing to mL't the saving ·dose three days God! .••
ago. ' And as if in answe1· to that name,
Today was to have been the last comes the memory of what still re-
day of my experiment. Perhaps the mains in a drawer of my table. Ar-
ser\tants will force the lock if I do not senic-not an easy death, but a quick
come out. And then? one. So shall I die, for if ever a
I could never make them under- creature was justified in taking it.s
stand. I have no more power of own life, that creature is myself.
speech than any other beast, for a I will leave this journal as an ac-
beast I have surely become. I can count of what has happened, and as
not bear to look in the mirror, for I a warnin:g to others. The formulas
see only a dark, hairy form, hunched for my serums and all that pertains
over the table, a pencil clutched in to them I will destroy. Never shall
its paw. And that is I, James another scientist meet with my fate
Lawlor! What wonder that I border if I can order it otherwise.. There,
on the edge of insanity? the papers are flaming in the grate.
Let whoever reads these words take Now for the arsenic-so niuch, in a
warning from my plight. Do not glass of water-farewell!
meddle with the scheme of things as [H et·e the jo.urnaZ ettds.]
c.A.t the Bend of the Trail
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
~ brief story of Africa and a weird vegetable monstrosity th111 fougln
two white explorers in the jungle
~EY stood at the bend of the to say you give a minute's serious thought
.L ~ail, young Bruce Armstroog and to their superstitions?"
white-haired Hubert Whaley, con- "I mean to say that Africa's full of
versing while their black bearers raised strange beings and doings,'' was Whaley's
their tent and built a cooking-fire. The sober response. "When you've been here
sun was low on the African horizon and as long as I have--"
they whiled away the minutes before 'Tm turning missionary this mo-
supper by conversation. ment," cut in Armstrdng. "I don't be-
"As I was saying," Whaley told his grudge the blacks their ideas, but when a
young friend, "the natives invest every good friend and Englishman gets a touch
unusual object-rock, hill or what-not- of their religion I have to do something
with a supernatural personality and give about it.-Hi, you Johnnies!" he cried to
it a wide berth. Look at this sharp curve the bearers on the other side of the curved
in the trail. For years they've been dodg- trail. "Tumble aver here. Tell 'em,
ing out to one side, just to avoid that Whaley, I don't speak their lingo yet."
root." At Whaley' s call a score of plum-
He pointed to a strange growth in the c.olored men gathered, eyeing the whites
lush grass. It was long and crooked, lying with respectful interest.
in the shape of a letter S. If straight it "Look here, you chaps," said Arm-
might have been ten feet long, and it strong. "What's all this about roots and
tapered from the size of a man's ankle r~ spirits and such like? It's a lot of foolish·
the point where it sprouted from the ness, you know .-Pass that on to 'em,
ground to a whiplash tip. It might have Whaley, will you?" ·
been the root of a tree, but there was no When Whaley had translated, the
stem within yards to which it might headman replied that their tribal beliefs
attach. had been taught them by wise old men,
"Rum thing. Looks as if a tree must who must have known the truth.
be growing upside down," commented "Rot!" cried Armstrong when Whaley
Armstrong. "Branches in the ground, had rendered this into English. "Rot, I
root in the air, what? A chap could write say, and I'll prove it You're afraid to
books and books about uncatalogued touch this root, are you?" He stepped
plants in these parts. And you say the close and set his boot-heel on the growth.
boys won't touch it?" 'Well, then, suppose I show you that
"Not one of them," replied Whaley. it's perfectly harmless."
"Can't say that I blame them. It looks A cry of alarm went up from the
uncanny enough." beuers-a cry echoed by Whaley.
..What utter rot!" cried the younger "Look out, Armstrong! Look out,
man. "Come now, Whalq:, do f.OU mean man, it's moving!"
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The free tip of the root was swaying •'This beastly root business. It gets on
to and fro, like the head of a blindworm. my nerves. I can't forget it. Wheri it
Even as Armstrong stared in chilled writhed under my foot-ugh! My iesh
amazement it writhed up from the ground crept.''
and curled back toward his foot. With "Don't try to worry it out," Whaley
a startled exclamation he jumped away. said. "You'll only go batty trying to ex-
The root-tip sank quickly down and lay plain it.''
motionless again. At that Armstrong jumped up, reached
Whaley and Armstrong looked at each into the tool-box just inside the tent and
other, at the root, and at the retreating grabbed a hand-ax. With this he strode
bearers. away toward the trail.
"I call it odd," said Armstrong after "Don't be a silly ass, man," called
a moment, in a voice that quivered ever Whaley, following him. "What are you
so slightly. "Something to tell about back going to do?"
home, what?" "Going to cut that root out," Bung
"Best leave it alone, old man," coun- back Armstrong. "I've bothered about it
seled Whaley. "Suppose we see what's quite enough. I shan't sleep tonight, not
for supper.'-' while the thing's there.''
"It's just on y9ur nerves, Armstrong,"
strong, sitting on his cot to pull off his One of the flailing ends fell on his
boots. head, Jcnocking him back into the tent.
"Of course not. Go to sleep now, He went sprawling, half stunned and
there's a good chap, and don't dream of almost out of the fight. His hand fell
roots." into the open tool-box. A single grab
"Dash it all, who's going to dream found the handle of the ax that Arm-
about 'emr' said Armstrong as they put strong had picked up earlier ill the eve-
out the light and la7 down. ning. The feel of the weapon seemed to
Silence yet again, and after a minute or restore Wha!ey's strength. Once more he
two Whaley could hear Armstrong's charged into the battle.
deep, regular breathing. The young man Armstrong barely quivered now. Only.
was asleep, probably had dismissed the the nameless attacker moved. Whaley
queer adventure of the evening as a trifle, put out his hand and clutched the larger
But Whaley, as he himself had said, had coil that crushed his friend's chest. Sink-
lived too long in Africa to banish all ing his nails into the coarse, splintery
strange things so lightly from his mind. skin that coated it, he. dragged it a little
He pondered long before he, too, dozed free of its hold and struck with the ax.
off. The blade sank deeply into the tough
He woke suddenly with a wild shriek tissue. He wrenched the ax free, and the
splitting his ears, the shriek of a man in moonlight fell upon the gash, as white
mortal terror. He sprang . out of bed, as fresh-cut pine.
shaking the sleep from his eyes. Moon- The floundering coils churned with
beams came through the half-opened new, hostile energy, loosening their hold
fiaps, showing .Armstrong struggling on on the fallen Armstrong. · Whaley
the ground between the cots. He was dragged at them, and they leaped and
.fighting somebody or something-Wha- twisted in his hand like a flooded fire..
ley coul<i not see his antagonist. The hose. The smaller end glided across the
older man dropped to his knees, reaching ground and whipped around Whaley' s
out to help. His hands fell on a quiver• ankle, climbing it in a spiral. .Another
ing band that circled Armstrong's chest. loop snapped on his wrist like a half-
He recoiled from it with a cry. He had hitch, almost breaking it. He grunted at
touched wood, wood that moved and the crushing agony, but with a supreme
lived like flesh! effort, drew a length almost taut between
"Whaley- the thing- it's choking arm and leg. With all the strength of his
me!" gasped Armstrong in a rattling right arm he drove the ax. He felt the
voice. "It has a spirit-it's after re- steel edge bite deep. The grip on wrist
venge--'' and ankle relaxed and he freed himself
He writhed along the ground and half with a sudden struggle. The two sun-
out of the tent, then collapsed. In the dered halves of the thing flopped and
light from the moon Whaley saw a sight twisted on the ground, like the pieces of
that stirred his white hair. A writhing, a gigantic severed worm.
cable-like thing was grappling with Arm- Whaley's mind whirled and he
strong. It had · wound twice around his yearned to let himself drop and swoon,
body and arms, and the two loose ends but he lifted the ax and struck again
were lashing to and fro like flails. and yet again. His chest panted, his
Whalq: ftung himself forward again. brow streamed sweat, but he chopped
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and chopped until only pulsating frag· knelt and passed his hands over the still
ments lay around him. He dashed them body.
all into the half-dead fire, which blazed "Broken arm-three aacked ribs," he
,quickly over this new food. said aloud. "Not bad for an evil spirit."
Then for the first time he realized that He called to the headman. "Build up the
the native bearers were gathered, watch· fire, heat water. Bring a bottle of brandy.
ing in frozen horror. He looked at them, You other boys, carry him into the tent.
then at the silent form of his partner. He · Lord, what a countiy:!"
'Yhe cJ Lorror ·U ndy1ng
C>J-fJ_ ·
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
ii grim 1111d gruesome tale of a strange appetitt-
. 1"8 11011of11 grisly hOff'or
HE sheaf of paper&-1 had found jacket and a round, vizored ap. Three
T it under the ancient Booting that chevrons upon the sleeve stamped ~
I pulled . up to make a 6re--4n- man as a sergeant, and even as I noted
ttigued me at once. The cabin offered this my eye caught more and smaller
shelter, the blaze warmth, and now I had words beneath the pid:ute: S"gelfll.I Stt111·
found entertainment. I could forget the 1111, from a thawing hy 1b1 Atlthor, and
night outside, and the blizzard and this under this the information: Pri11111el1
chll1 forest in which I had lost myself. 1 pnn1ed, 1848; pri" un C"lnlr~
could forget, too, the disquieting man "Ten cents!" Was it a dime novel after
with the beard and the shabby clothes all, a dime novel of especially thrilling
who had stopped me at the edge of the content? Remembering such shockers as
ttces before I began my walk, mumbling The Feast of Blood, The Dnnon Barber
something about "haunted places." A of Pleet StreBI, The S1N'et of the Gfd1
foreigner, evidently, who smelled abom· T11rrn, and others, I studied the co•et
.iilably of garlic. illustration again.
Sitting on a broken stool before the The author-artist had depicted his slJb.
fiteplace, I spread the ragged. faded ject in a pose at once formalized and
sheets upon my knee. da.W..ng. The booted, spurred feet wel.'C
The largest item was a paper·backed planted jauntily apart, toes ·pointing out·
book or pamphlet, of the size of an old- ward at what must have been an uncom-
faabioned dime novel In my fancy I can fortable angle. The right hand was
lileq. now as then, the limp, discolored
thrust into the front of the dragoon
awer, tinted red by the flickering fire. jacket, Napoleon fashion, while the left
light, and the lengthy title in uneven, rested elegantly upon a saber-hilt. It wu
omate capitals: all a trifie ludicrous and waxworky. I
A TRUB STORY might have laughed at it,. except for the
OP
Tlm'llVOLTING AND BLOODY ClUMES OF face. .
SERGEANT I. STANLAS, U. S. A., It was a round face, framed in heavy
HIS COURT-MARTIAL AND EXBClITION side-whiskers. The eyes beneath the cap-
&low this promising indication of ex· vizot were large and expressionless, and
dtement within, there was a boldlr exe- so placed as to se_em to s~are out at any·
cuted woodcut of a full-length human one who looked at the picture. Below
figure. I held it close to the flames for a and between them jutted a long, straight
deater view. nose, thin and sharp as a chisel. The
The dress, I saw at once, was the Amer- mouth was half open and lipless, .and
ican ta"Valry uniform of the middle N1ne- showed two tiny, pointed upper teeth.
teenth Century~hiny boots with spurs, The chin--well, there was no chin, or
stripe-sided pantaloons, a brief dragoon very little. Despite the audity and stiff-
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ness of the old woodcut as a whole, that drilling or working under the eye,, of
countenance had something of dread, au- their officers, sentries on post, and over
thentic life. I paused to throw more all the brilliant stir of the Stars and
Boor-boards on the fire, then opened the Stripes. The war was over now; the gar•
pamphlet and began to reacl. rison felt relieved and relaxed, evei
peaceful. But a terror was to come that
T flat,
HE opening of the narrative was
in keeping with the style of the
1840's. It said, rather casually, that one
would dwarf the grimmest adventure of
the oldest and most seasoned veteran.
Nothing for a time but boresome rou-
Ivan Stanlas was born in Prussia near the tine. Then, twice in mccession, the. ac-
Polish border about the year 1810, and count stated, sentries were found dead in
that he came to America as a boy of the dawn-or rather, what was left of
~elve. In 1827, five years after his ar- sentries.
rival, he enlisted in the United States
The bodies were mangled, mutilated,
ariny. His record, it appeared, was good, bloody, the fleshiest parts rut dean away
t;Ven brilliant-the anonymous biographer
and missing. Indian raiders, was the in-
suggested that had Stanlas been of stant pronouncement of the commanding
American birth he might have won an
officer, and after the second atrocity a
officer's commission. Foreigner though
scouting party was sent out to find and
he was, he rose rapidly to the rank of
punish the enemy. Stanlas himself rode
sergeant .first class, and as such did sev-
with that party and it was he who found,
eral tours of duty at forts in the south
or appeared to find, a trail. Following
and west. At the outbreak of the Mexi- him, the avengers rode for four hours
can War he saw active service with a
across the prairie and came at last upon
dragoon regiment and was wounded at
an encampment of Comanche hunters.
Monterey. In 1847 he was senior non-
Taken by surprize, a full half of the
commissioned officer of a squadron or-
Indians fell before the first deadly volley
dered to build and garrison a fort in the of the troops. The others fled on theh
·western part of the newly acquired ter-
swiftest ponies without offering battle.
ritory of Texas. Several wounded Indians were captured
Up to this point the narrator had and questioned, but all denied attackins
seemed vague, as if information on Ser- or even viSiting the fort. · They feared, jt
geant Stanlas' early career was his only by seemed, a devil that sneaked and hunted
hearsay, but the incident of the fort- around their campfires at night and de-
building and all that followed was by voured women, children and even full-
contrast extraordinarily clear and vivid. I, grown warriors-a devil that lurked and
reading by the firelight, guessed that the laired among the white m~.
unknown pamphleteer must have made The soldiers naturally . scorned this
Stanlas' actual acquaintance at that time; story as fantastic and brought back the
perhaps the forming of the squadron prisoners, .five of them. As they ap-
brought together the units in which the proached the fort, it was recorded, the
two men had been serving. Indians trembled fearfully. That night.
The fort came in for full, eloquent de- they were -placed in the hospital building,
scription-a rectangular stockade of up- and on the following morning one was
right logs with sharp tips, rough barracks missing. He was reported "escaped de-
and stables in orderly array inside, neat- spite severe wounds and close guard,".
ricks of h8f <.ut on the prairies, troops and double vigilance wu instituted. A
THE HORROR UNDYING 60
'day 111d a night passed, a new sun rose, not or would not l!)ve, except that he
and
. a second
. Indian had vanished. was tormented with an overpowering
Stanlas bappenCd to be sergeant of the hunger for human Besb. He relished most
guard on this particular morning, and the heart and the liver.
the commander of the garrison, investi· Facing the court-martial, he pleaded
gating in the hospital, called upon him guilty and made a singular request. That
fOr a report. As Stanlas entered, the speech of Sergeant Stanlas sticks closest in
three remaining Indians set up a wild and my memory. for I returned later and
unwarriorly wail of terror. All jabbering read it again:
at once, they expressed sudden dread of "Bum me to ashes, I greatly wish it.
the sergeant. He, they charged, had Only thus can my soul be redeemed."
killed and carried away their two com· The officers of the oow.t-martial-they
rad~he was the "devil of the fort" must have been a shocked and pallid
which they now knew would be their gathering-passed sentence. but decreed
ultimate destroyer. a less painful death than the one for
Stanlas listened in scornful silence fot which the confessed man-eater had
a m~nt or two, then broke in upon begged. He was placed before a firing-
their frantic charges with angry denials. squad, to make which, the pamphlet said,
When they refused to retract, he whipped every one of his former comrades vol·
out his saber and slashed the nearest In· unteered. After Stanlas had fallen before
dian aaoss the face. Disarmed by· two their shots, the sergeant in charge of the
troopers, he was placed under arrest by detail walked close to examine him. The
the commander. A routine search of his bloody form was seen to move, the eyes
quarters was ordered. slowly opened. Drawing a pistol. the
.As senior sergeant of the garrison, sergeant fired a bullet point-blank
Stanlas had a one-room cabin to himself, through Stanlas' brain, and a few minutes
and the floormg in it proved loose (read- later a medical officer pronounced the
ing at this point, I glanced down nerv· guilty one dead. The riddled corpse was
ously at the vacant space I had tom in the buried outside the fort at a considerable
floor of my own shelter) . The boards distance from the regular cemetery and
lifted, searchers saw loose earth. A few was left unmarked.
probing digs with a. spade discovered the That was the end of the account, at
skeletons of the two missing Indians, least of the printed part. But at the foot
stripped almost entirely of Besh. of the final page was a rusty-looking
smudge. I drew a. brand from the fire to
'E'ttoM this point forward the narrative shed brighter and more direct light. With
r grew tense and fascinatingly dire, as difficulty I made out a single word,
if the author was bringing a morbid written aabbedly and in ink so ancient
warmth to his work. Sergeant Stanlas, and faded as to be almost invisible:
confronted with the grisly findings, con· "Pools."
fessed to cannibalism. He had murdered I dosed the pamphlet and gazed once
arid eaten, not only these arid other In· more at the portrait of Ivan Stanlas upon
dians, but the two butchered sentries and the cover. As before, the expressionless
many other white men and women in the eyes seemed to stare fixedly at me; even so,
East. How many, he did not know; all I mused, must the real man's eyes have
he· could .say was ..more than fifty, per- looked while his fellow-sergeant gave
haps a h~d.'' Explanation he could him the to•p J1 I""'· And the loose
.614 WEIRD TALES ·
mouth seemed to smile at me in mockery. paid and he should be set free. He was held
prisoner while the higher authority at W ashingt.00
I felt suddenly nauseated with the blood.- was consulted and handed ·down the commutatioll
boltered tale. Whether it was true or not of seruence.
I refused to guess. My chief desire was A special guard will take Maxhn l:o Pon le&T•
enwortb for Confioemcot. ·
to forget it as quickly as possible, to find
~ pleasant reading-matter for a lone-
Just below this final short paragraph
ly night in a strange, isolated cabin. came the juncture of the two ends of the
D.topping the pamphlet to the floor, I line that (ormed the inked circle, and the
turned my attention to the othe.t papers pen had apparently wavered over them.
in.my lap.
No, not exactly; on closer examination I
was sure that a word had been written
There remained a couple of loose · beneath the item arul upon the line of
sheets or saaps. fastened together with a .the circle, a · saawled, aabbed word:
c:ouoded pin. Removing this, I studied "Pools.''
the topat'* fragmw. .
I twitched nervously, and my hands
T wAS a roughly tom upper quarter of involuntarily clenched. The crackling
I an inside page from an old newspaper. sowid
my
of
grip
the old
made
paper as it squashed in
me start violently. I
At the top margin I rould make out a
part of a heading: " ••• ihi &gl8, /•IJ 11, frowned in wieasy mystifi.cation.
1879.'' The tom piece was three columns Brief as the news article was, and al·
wide and filled with short news items. most deadly dull in its patterned journal·
mostly paragraphs with date-lines, grist istic phraseology, it reeked with unvoiced
of the Joumal's telegraph mill. To such dread. What did it mean-it and the
inner pages might a reader tu.to. leisurely pamphlet which told a. ta.le so gb.utli1J.
after be had satisfied a more pressing ,(>atallel? .
news hunger with long accounts on the Two murderers hMl liT'ed, two Teritablc
front page of war in Europe or scandal at vultures in man's guise. one exposed in
home. Around one of the small. items, 1847. the other thirty-two years later ia.
centrally located on the middle column 1879. Each was an army man, each had
of the sheet, was drawn a bold circle in the special ability and personality to win
dark ink, as if to direct attention to it. himself a lelgeao.f:'s stripes. Eadl killed
The headline, also included withiii the his fellow-man in seact, for the gratUic:&-
dtdc, was in small type, and I .L"emembcr tion of a horrible hunger. Each ·was am-
it as. follows: demned to death, and each proved almost
impossible to kill. Each man's story had
MERCY FOR SOIDIBB. MURDBREB.
been published, and some collector of
0
her. But even as she yielded happily to mouth, like a grotesque Mayan mask-
his embrace the telephone rang loudly in and it was growing.
the front entry. Cannon released her Lu told herself, a little stupidly, that
with a muttered curse of impatience, rose she must not have seen clearly at first.
and hurried out to answer. He closed the She had thought the creature a little green
door behind him, and his voice, muftled minnow, but it was as big as a squirrel.
and indistinct, sounded aggrieved as he No, as big as a baby! Its bright eyes.
spoke into the transmitter. white-ringed, fixed hers, projecting a
Lu. finishing her brandy alone, picked wave of malignant· challenge that stag·
up the drink Cannon had set down. As gered her like a blow. The full, lead·
she lifted it to her lips she glanced idly hued lips parted loosely and the forked
over the rim of the glass at the moist tip of a purple l'ongue quivered out fot a
tangle in the aquarium. In the dim light moment. A snaky odor steamed up to
it seemed to fall into all manner of rich Lu's nostrils, making her dizzy and weak.
greem--darkest emerald, beryl, ma.· Wet, scabby-green shoulders had heaved
lachite, olive, grass, lettuce. Something into view by now, and after them the
moved, too, filliped and swerved in the twin mounds of a grotesquely feminine
heart of the little submerged grove. bosom. The thing was climbing out at
Cannon was s~ill talking. Lu rose, her, and as it did so it swelled and grew,,
drink in hand, to stroll curiously toward grew.•••
the big glass box. As she did so the
moving trifle seemed to glide upward to-
ward the surface. Coming closer yet, Lu T
upon
HE brandy-glass fell from her hand
and loudly exploded into splinten
the floor. The sound of the break·
paused to peer in the half·light.
ing gave Lu back her voice, and she
A fish? If so, a very green fish and a
screamed tremulously, then managed to
very small one-perhaps a tadpole. A
move bade and away, half stumbling and
bubble broke audibly on top of the water.
half staggering. The monster, all damp
Lu, genuinely interested, bent closer, j~t
and green and stinking. was writhing a
as something rose through the little rip-
leg into view. Lu noted that, and then
ples and hooked its. tip on the rim of the
everything went into a whirling white
aquarium. blur and she began to collapse.
It was a tiny, spinach-colored hand. Faintly she heard the rush of Cannon's
Half a second later another fringe of feet, felt the clutch of his strong arms as
tiny fingers appeared, clutching the rim though many thicknesses of fabric sepa·
in tum. Lu, woodenly motionless, stared rated them from her. He almost shouted
in her effort to rationalize. She rould see her name in panic. After a moment her
the tiny digits, each tapering and ilexible, sight and mind cleared, and she looked
ea.ch anned with ;1. jet-colored claw. up inl'o his ooncerned face. With all her
Through the glass, under and behind the shaken strength she clung l'o him.
fingers, she made out thumbs-deft, op· "That thing." she chattered, "that hot·
posahle thumbs-and smooth, wet palms rid female thing in the aquarium--···
of a dead, oystery gray. Her breath caught Cannon managed a comforting tone.
in mute, helpless astonishment. A blunt "But there's nothing, dearest, nothiiig at -
head rose ·slowly into view behind and all. Those two brandies-you took mine,
between the .fists, something with Sat too, you shameless glutton-went to your
brow. broad lump of nose and wide head." . . ·- . .
nm KELPm 105.
lt·'Look at.it!'• She pointed an unsteady The tiny swimmer in the tank splashed
.finger. "Deep down there in the weeds.'- water, as if in punctuation of his joke,
.He looked. "Oh, that?" he laugbedc and Cannon, falling abruptly silent, sud•
"I noticed it, too, just before you came.
1
denly began wrenching at the gold circlet.
It's a little frog or toad-must have been But not even his strength, twice that of
gathered with the weeds and shipped all Lu, could bring it over the joint.
the way from Scotland.'' "Here, I don't like this," he announced,
Lu caressed her throbbing forehead his voice steady but a little tight. "I'm:
with her slender white hand and mum- going to put soap on my finger. That will
bled something about "seeing things.'• make the thing slip off.''
.Already she believed that she had some- Lu made no reply, but her eyes encour•
how dreamed of the green water-monster. aged him. Cannon kissed her pale fore-
Still, it was a distinct effort to walk with head, strode across the room and into a
Cannon to the aquarium and look in. little corridor beyond. After a· moment
Through the thick tangle of -stems and Lu could hear the spurt of a water-jct in
fronds that made a dank stew in the a bowl, then the sound of industrious
water she could make out a tiny some• scrubbing with lather.
thing that wriggled and glided. It was
only minnow-size after all, and seemed of herself once again but
smooth and innocuous. Funny what no-
tions two quick drinks will give you. •••
I still _a trifle faint
N COMMAND
and shaky, Lu leaned
her hand lightly upon the thick, $IIlOOth
She lowered a cupped palm toward the edge of the aquarium glass. A fond little
surface, as if to scoop down and seize the smile came to her lips as she pondered on
little creature, but the chilly touch of the Cannon's eagerness to please her whim.
topmost weed-tips repelled her, and she Not even in a silly little matter like this
drew back her arm. one did he aoss her will or offer argu·
"You'd never catch it," Cannon told ment that might embarrass or hurt her.,
her...It won't wait for you to grab. I The shedding of that ring would be a
had a try when I first saw it, and got a symbol between them, of undeistanding
wet sleeve--and this." and faith.
He held out his left hand. For the first Her eyes dropped to the table that
time that evening Lu saw the gold band stood against the aquarium, with its litter
that he wore on his third finger. of papers and notebooks. At the edge
·" A ring," her lover explained. "It .was nearest Lu lay a thick volume bound in
lying on the bottom. ApparentlY. it came gray-a dictionary. What was · the term
with the weeds, too." she had puzzled over? Oh, yes; ••• Still
"You put it on your wedding finger!'~ lounging with one hand on the glass, she
Lu wailed. 11.ipped the book open with the other and
"That was the only one it would .fit,.. turned the pages to the K's:
Cannon defended as she caught his hand
and tugged with all her might at the ring.. . Kelp: Any one or various large brown sea..
weeds of the families L4ffliuri«ttU an~ "l'•t«tu,
It did not budge.
•'Please," she begged, ''get rid of it."· Her hazy memory had been right, then,
·" Why, Lu, what's the trouble? Are about the word. But why should a body
you being jealous because. a present was of fresh water be called Pool Kelp?
given me by that mess of weed-or IDaf.• Glancing back at the pa~ her eyes
be by the little lady frog?"· caught the next de.fi.nition.
1~
:Jhe r::;-r . .
~heater Upstairs
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
~ weird and uncanny story about a motion-picture show, in which dead actors.
and actresses flickered across the silver screen
"T OOK, a picture theater-who'd ex· Georgia Wattell had committed suicide at
.L pect one here?" the height of her Hollywood career be-
Luther caught my arm and cause Luther had deserted her. But my
dragged me to a halt. We'd been out on companion did not flinch, only drew up
a directionless walk through lower Man- that thick body of his. A smile wrinkled
hattan that evening-"flitting" was Lu- his handsome features, features that still
ther's word, cribbed, I think, from Robert meant box-office to any picture, even
W. Chambers. The old narrow street though they were softening from too
where we now paused had an old English much food and drink and so forth.
name and was somewhere south and east "Wonder which of Georgia's things it
of Chinatown. Its line of dingy shops is," Luther mused, with a gayety slightly
had foreign words on their dim windows, forced. "Come on, I'll stand you a
and lights and threadbare curtains up show."
above where their proprietors lodged. I didn't like it, but refusal would seem
And right before us, where Luther had accusation. So I let him draw me through
stopped to gaze, was a narrow wooden the door.
door that bore a white card. CINEMA,
it said in bold, plain capitals. And, in stairs to walk up-creaky
smaller letters below: Georgia Wattell.
I was prepared to be embarrassed by
W E HAD
old stairs. They were so narrow
that we had to mount in single file, our
that name. Everyone suspected, and a shoulders brushing first one wall; then
few claimed to know positively, · that the other. I was mystified, for doesn't a
TIIE TIIEATER ·UPSTAms
' New York ordinance provide that thea- moving, but he did not. A third figure
ters cannot be on upper floors? There was coming into view at the left, shed-
was no light on those stairs, as I remem- ding a glistening waterproof and a soaked
ber, only a sort of grayness filtering from slouch hat. My first glimpse of his
above. At any rate, · we saw better when smooth black hair and close-set ears; seen
we came to tht' little foyer at the top. from behind, struck a chord of memory
'A shabby man stood there, with lead- in me. Then his face swiveled around
colored eyes in his square face and a into view, and I spoke aloud.
great shock of coarse gray hair. "This can't be!" I protested. "Why,
"Admission a quarter," he mumbled Rudolph Valentino died before anybody,
in a soft, hoarse voice, and accepted the even dreamed of sound pk--" '
half-dollar Luther produced. "Go on in." But it was Valentino nevertheless, and
With one hand he pocketed the coin he had been about ·to speak to the two
and with the other drew back a dark, women. However, just as I exclaimed in
heavy curtain. We entered a long hall, my unbelieving amazement, he paused
groped our way to seats-we were the and faced front. His gaze seemed to meet
only patrons, so far as I could tell-and mine, and suddenly I realized how big he
almost at once the screen lit up with the was on the screen, eight or ten feet high
title: THE HORLA, by Guy de Maupas- at the least. Those brilliant eyes withered
sant. me, his lip twitched over his dazzling
"Creepy stuff-good!" muttered Luther teeth-the contemptuous rebuke-expres·
'With relish, then added some other com- sion of an actor to a noisy audience.
ment on the grisly classic. What with So devastatingly real was that shadowy;
trying to hear him and read the cast of snub that I almost fell from my seat•.
players at the same moment, I failed in I know that Luther swore, and that I
both efforts. The shimmering words on felt sweaty all over. When I recovered
the screen dissolved into a pictured land- enough to assure myself that my imagi-
scape, smitten by rain which the sound nation was too lively, Valentino had
apparatus mimicked drearily. In the mid- turned back to deliver his interrupted en-
dle distance appeared a cottage, squat and trance line. The show went on. .
ancient, with a droopy, soft-seeming roof So far there was nothing to remind me
like the cap of a toadstool. The camera of de Maupassant's story as I had read
viewpoint sailed down and upon it, in it. But with Valentino's first speech and
what Luther called a "dolly shot." We Georgia Wattell's answer the familiar
saw at close quarters the front porch. plot began. Of course, it was freely
Two women sat on the top step, ex- ·modified, like most film versions of the
changing the inconsequential opening . classics. For one thing, the victim of the
dialog. Georgia W attell seated at center invisible monster was not a man but a
with her sad, dark face turned front, was woman - Georgia, to be exact - and it
first recognizable. Her companion, to one seemed to me at the time that this change
side llf,d in profile, offered to our view a heightened the atmosphere of helpless
flash df silver-blond hair and a handsome, horror. Valentino might have done some.
feline countenance. thing vigorous, either spiritual or physi·
"It's Lilyan Tashman," grunted Luther, cal, against de Maupassant's Horta.
and shut up his mouth with a snap. He Georgia Wattell, with her sorrowfully
might have said more about this uneasy lovely face and frail little body, seemed
. vision of two dead actresses talking and inescapably foredoomed.
~IRD TALES
The remainder of the action on the with someone else who saw the picture•.
porch was occupied by Georgia's descrip· but I have never yet found such a person;.
tion of the barely-understood woes she It was there, anyway. Georgia regis•
was beginning to suffer at the Horla's tered sudden and uneasy knowledge of it.
hands. Miss Tashman as her friend and Her body shuddered a trifle inside the
:Valentino as her lover urged her to treat robe and she paused as if in indecision,
everything as a fancy and to tell herself then moved toward the bed. A ·moment
that all would be well. She promised- later she moaned wildly and staggered
l>ut how vividly she acted the part of an a bit. The thing, whatever triumph of
unbeliever in her own assurance! Then photo-dramatic trickery it was, enveloped
the image of the porch, with those three her.
shadows. of dead players posed upon·it in She went all blurred and indistinct, a~
attitudes of life, faded away. though seen through water. Doesn't de
Maupassant himself use that figure of
T HE next scene was a French country speech? Then the attacking entity seemed
bedroom - curtained bed, prie-dieu to pop out into a faint approach to human
and so on. Georgia Wattell entered it, shape. I could see shadowy arms winding
unfastening her clothing. around the shrinking girl, a round, fea·
"Ho!" exploded Luther somewhat las· tureless head bowed as if its maw sought
civiously, but I did not stop to be dis- her throat. She screamed loudly and be·
gusted with him. My mind was wrestling gan to struggle. Then Valentino and
with the situation, how items so familiar. Miss Tashman burst into the room.
in themselves - lower New York, the With their appearance the Horla re·
motion picture business, the performers, leased her and seemed to retire into its
de Maupassant's story-could be so half-intangible condition. I, who had
creepy in combination. utterly forgotten that I saw only a film,
·Well, Georgia took off her dress. I sighed my inexpressible relief at the
saw, as often before, that she had a lovely thing's momentary defeat, then whispered
bosom and shoulders, for all her fragility. to Luther.
Over her underthings she drew an ample "I don't like this," I said. "Let's get
white robe, gn the collar of which fell out, or I won't sleep tonight."
her loosened dark hair. Kneeling for a "We stay right here," he mumbled
moment at the prie-die11, she murmured back, his eyes bright and fascinated as ·
a half-audible prayer, then turned toward they kept focussed on the screen.
the bed. At that moment there entered- Valentino was holding Georgia dose,
just where, I cannot say-the Hoda. caressing her to quiet her hysterics and
It was quite the finest and weirdest speaking reassuringly in his accented
.film device I have ever seen. No effect in English. Lilyan Tashman said something
the picture versions of Frankenstein or apparently meant for comedy relief, .
Dracula remotely approached it. Without which was badly needed at this pointc
outline or opacity, less tangible than a But neither Luther nor I laughed.
shimmer of hot air, yet it gave the im- Georgia suddenly cried out in fresh
pression of living malevolence. I felt fear.
aware of its presence upon the screen "It's there in the comer!" she wailed,
without actually seeing it; but how could turning toward the spot where the Horla
it have been suggested without being must be lurking. .
visible? I should like to discuss this po4it Both her companions followed her '
THE THEATER UPSTAIRS
~e, apparently seeing nothing. For that Luther was on his feet, screaming.
matter I saw nothing myself, though I "You can't!" he challenged wildly.
:well knew the thing was there. "You-why, you're only a shadow!" ·
Valentino made another effort to calm But the screen exploded in white light,
her. that made the whole hall bright as day:
"I'll put a bullet into it, darling," he for just the hundredth part of a second~
o1fered, with an air of falling in with her After that I was trying to hold Luther
morbid humor. "In the comer, you say?" erect. He sagged and slumped back into
From his pocket he drew a revolver. his seat in spite of all I could do. Blood
But Georgia, suddenly calming her shud- purled gently down his face from a neat
<lers, snatched the weapon from his hand .. round hole in his forehead.
"Don't!" she begged. "How can a bul- I glanced wildly at the screen. The
let harm something that has no life like picture had shrunk back to ordinary di-
iOurs?" mensions now, showing again the bed-
"Here, don't point that gun at me!'~ room, the three performers and every-
begged Miss Tashman, retreating in thing else exactly as it had been.
comic fright. Georgia . was o1fering Valentino his
Georgia moved forward in the picture, pistol again. "Thanks, Rudy," she said.
loomin& larger than her companions.
''You can't kill spirits," she went on, SUPPOSE I must have run crazily out
tonelessly and quite undramatically. "Bul- I of there, for my next memory is of
lets are for living enemies." panting the story in broken sentences to
She gazed out upon us. a big blue-coated policeman. He frowned
Right here is where the whole business as I tried to tell everything at once, then
stopped being real and became night- came back with me to the street with the
mare. Georgia moved again, closer and foreign-labeled shops. When I couldn't
closer, until her head and shoulders, with find the door and its lettered card he
the gun hand lifted beside them, filled laughed, not very good-naturedly, and
the screen. She looked as big as the accused me of being drunk. When I tried
Sphinx by then, but grim and merciless to argue he ordered me to move along or
as no Sphinx ever was. And her enor- go to jail and sleep it off.
mous, accusing eyes weren't fixed upon I haven't seen Luther since, nor heard
me, but upon Luther. from him. There has been plenty in the ·
My inner self began arguing silently. papers about his disappearance, though
~'That's odd," it said plaintively. "A gaze several editors have put it down as a pub-
from the screen seems to meet that of licity stunt. Three times recently I have
each member of the audience. How can gone into the part of town where I lost
she be looking past me at--" him, and each time I have seen, at a little
Georgia spoke, between immense, hard- distance along a sidewalk or across a
~ed lips, in a voice that rolled out to fill street, the white-haired, leaden-eyed man
the whole theater: who admitted us to the theater. But,
"Jan Luther!" though I always tried to hail him, he lost
:And she swelled bigger, bigger beyond himself among the passers-by before I
1111 reason; too big for the screen to con- reached him.
tain. Suddenly there were only the hand At length I have decided to stay away
and the gun, turned toward us like a from there altogether. I wish I could
cannon aimed point-blank. stop thinking about the affair as well.
"ST-RANGE
ORCHIDS"
a goose-flesh story
·of weird happenings,
lovely girls, and ·
gorgeous flowers.
By DOROTHY QUICK
G~G. Pendarves
Earl Peirce, ·~r.
Robert Bloch
352 WEIRD TALES
~el7i
· Werew-olf Snarls
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
~ brief story, with a breath of icy horror in it
rowed, as though to gaze down a fear- In spite of myself I slid back and away
some groove into the past. "Well, I from him on the cushions. I had just
mixed the stuff up. For a lark." His remembered that there was a full moon
mouth slashed open in a rueful grin, re- tonight.
vealing oversize, uneven teeth. Again Craw's tense voice: "She tried
"You rubbed it on?" I prompted. Once to scream and, frightened myself, I
more he nodded, and I pursued: "What grasped her by the shoulder to calm her.
happened?" When I touched her flesh, a new mood
"Nothing." Craw sat up straight again suddenly took possession of me. Of its
and spoke more clearly. "I don't know own will my hand switched to her throat.
what I expected to happen, or if in truth Shaking her, I snarled at her to be silent.
I expected anything. But I do remember And she sagged down, in a faint. My
feeling like a fool, and an unclean fool thoughts and senses churned all up, as
to boot. I started to clean the grease off, if in a new feeling of exultation at con-
but it had absorbed into me somehow, quest. Then--"
like a vanishing cosmetic." He spread his great, spatulate fingers.
He shudd~red slightly, briefly. "In the morning they found her
"As I say, nothing happened all that gnawed body. In the afternoon, while I
day, or that night, or the next day. But was still telling myself that it was a
the next night," and his voice dropped dream, the police came to my dormitory.
suddenly to a breathy mutter, "was the They found blood on my clothing and
night of the full moon." under my nails."
On the instant I remembered a host of "You were that Craw!" I exclaimed.
stories with which my childhood nurse His smile was bitter and tight-lipped
had regaled me, stories about the full this time. "Oh, so you read the papers?
moon and its effect on the human soul 'Undergraduate beast-man' the headlines
and fate. Few of them had been pleas- called me, and 'medico monster'. What l
ant. Craw was plunging ahead: told the police-the solemn truth- was
"Moonlight meant romance to me too much for them to believe. They
then, and nothing more. Collegian-like, called in alienists. So I was sent to the
I went on a riverside walk with a girl- asylum, not to the electric chair."
a Liberal Arts sophomore. There was a "Look here," I ventured, in a voice
sort of sandy jut out into the water, and that threatened to close up in my throat
we loitered there. iomething I said made with every word, "I think you'd better
her laugh, with her face turned up to me talk about something else. You shouldn't-
in the moonlight. Then she stopped have let yourself talk about this business
laughing, and her mouth twisted like a in the first place."
snake when you step on it."
But he shook his head so emphatically
"Whatever for?" I almost gasped. that the coarse locks stirred at his narrow
"Her eyes-on my face-were fright- temples. I'm not crazy, old chap. You
ened." see, just two weeks ago I was officially
certified normal." He sniffed. "How
could they know the frenzy, the throttling
C caught,leaned
RAW suddenly toward me. I
or fancied I caught, a whiff rage and the blood-thirst, that closed
of musky odor as from an animal cage. over me like water in my locked room-
THE WEREWOLF SNARLS 355
every month, on the night when · the gerous. I weighed the chances of getting
moon was full?" up and walking away without seeming
His clenched hands lifted. I saw his too furtive. . • •
nails, pointed and thick and opaque, "Oh, there you · are, Mr. Crawr
like pieces of mussel-shell. squealed Lola Wurther behind our shoul·
"I used to howl and shriek, so that the ders. "Some new people have come-
attendants came to pacify me. They got girls-and they' re dying to meet--"
bitten for their pains; so there were She swooped down upon him and
barred cells and straitjackets. It was two bore him away toward three young
years before a cunning sneaked in with women with vapid, painted smiles.
the moon-madness, a cunning that whis· It was my chance to leave, and I took
pered I must suffer in silence if ever I it. I crossed the room to the chairs where
:wanted to go free." the hats and coats were piled. Glancing
"And you were silent?" back, I saw Craw yet again. from be-
"I was. At length the doctors had me hind.
up for another examination. They ham· His shoulders seemed strangely nar-
mered at my knees for reflexes, asked a row, and humped in a fashion somehow
bunch of clever questions, and finally dis· hyena-like. His hair-perhaps it was not
charged me as cured." Once again a carefully combed at the back of his
pause. "But I wasn't cured, of course." low skull-was shaggy. A first I had
"Surely," I mouthed in the most stupid thought his ears Bat, but I saw now that
fashion imaginable, "surely you wanted they inclined forward, as though involun·
to be cured." • tarily pricked up.
"Of course." Craw snapped his big "He claims to be a werewolf," Lola
teeth together after the · two words, as :Wurther was finishing her introduction,
though they needed emphasis. "So I and a tinkle of laughter ascended all
turned to the Wurthers, as I said at the around.
beginning. I'd heard somewhere that I got my things and left without being
they knew devil and all about occultism noticed.
and the night-side of the soul. A week
was last night. Before me lies
ago I hunted James Wurther out at his
club and told him the whole cursed busi· T the morning
HAT
paper, with an arresting
ness." headline:
"Told him what you've just told me?"
4 TORN CORPSES
"Exactly. And he heard me out, then POUND IN PARLOR
said nothing for a full five minutes.
Finally he smiled and said, 'I'll help you.
On the night of the full moon I'll be Police Baffied Over Murder
entertaining. C.Ome to my place then, Qi James Wurther and
and we'll make everything all right.' " Guests
it'll tum out to be a joke or something Something hung down from between
else anticlimactic." the leaves of the dictionary by the desK,
"Right," I agreed readily. "After all, something that moved even as I made it
we' re not living in a weird tale, you out. Something that would be rectangu-
know.'' · lar if laid flat, but which was now limp·
"If we were, that would explain why er, more flexible than the wettest rag, that
there was one last line in Latin before, seemed to flow from its narrow prison
~d now two last lines in.English." She like a trickle of fluid filth.
warmed to the idea. "You see, it was "It's getting away," breathed Gwen
turning deliberately into a language we almost inaudibly. "It's going to come
could read. When we hesitated over the here for us."
Latin--" The parchment worked its last corner
"--it kindly changed into English," fr~e and dropped to the floor · with a
I .finished. fleshy slap, as though it had soft weight.
Again she nodded. "There are more It began to move across the rug toward
things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than the bedroom door. Toward us.
are dreamed of in your philosophy." I dare say I might be able to describe
"Trite but true. Still, my name's not painstakingly its .appearance as it moved
Horatio, and it's bedtime. Let's not -how it humped up in the middle and
dream any philosophies that will tum into laid its corners to the floor like feet. But
nightmare." Once more I picked up that how can I convey the heart-stopping
clammy parchment. "As for this creation nastiness of it, how visualize for you the
of many minds or what have you, I'm animosity and sense of wicked power that
putting it under stoppages." Opening it gave off in waves almost palpable? You
the big dictionary that lies on a stand might get an idea of how it looked by
beside my desk, I laid the parchment in- qraping a sheet of brown paper over the
side and closed the heavy book upon it. back of a creeping turtle • . • no, that
"There it stays until we get Kline here sounds ludicrous. There was nothing
tomorrow. And now to bed." funny in the way that parchment moved
across the carpet toward us, not a single
atom of humor.
T Gwen
o we went, but not to sleep.
BED
squirmed and muttered, and I - Gwen had slipped out from under the
was weary in every portion of my body covers and crouched, all doubled up and
save the eyelids. We got up once for panicky, against the headboard. Her help-
sandwiches and milk, and a second time less terror nerved me to defense. Some-
for aspirin. A third time we lay down, how I got out and stood -»Pright on the
and I, at least, dozed off. floor. I am sure that I looked most un·
I started awake to the pressure of heroic with my rumpled hair and my blue
Gwen's fingers on my shoulder. pajamas and my bare feet, but I was
"I think--" she began tensely. Then ready to do battle.
I heard what she had heard, a faint, Yes, do battle with what? And how?
stealthy rustle. TI1at crawling scrap of pard.iment had
I reached for the light cord above the reached the threshold, hunched over the
bed and gave it a jerk. The room sprang door-sill like a very flat and loathly worm.
into radiance, and through the open door I could see the writing on it, not rusty
I could sec the parlor. I sat up in bed, and faint but black and heavy. Snatching
staring. a water-glass from the bedside table, I
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THE TERRIBLE .PARCHMENT 24t
hurled it. The foul thing crumpled sud· · der but fearsome peg on whim terror,
denly sidewise. The glass splintered to creeping over the borderland from its
atoms where it had been. Next moment own forbidding realm, could hang itself.
the parchment was humping and creeping Once hung there, it could grow tangible,
faster, almost scampering, toward my solid, potent.
bare toes. "Gwen," I warned, "hide your eyes.
"Smash it," Gwen choked out. She Don't look. Don't read."
must have been ready to faint. "What do you mean, don't read?" Her
Against a chair dose at hand leaned pale face moved closer as she leaned
her little parasol, a feminine thing with a across the bed.
silken tassel at its handle and a ferrule of "Don't read!" I raved at her. "R~
imitation amber. I seized it and made a member what you've seen already-
violent stab at the horrid invader. My 'Chant out the spell and give me life
point thrust the center of it against the ~-inf',,
ao-··
fioor, and for a moment I pinned it there. The parchment slid slowly out from
Then I was able to see in what man· under the down-pressed parasol. I could
ner it was changed. hold it no easier than if it had been a
At the top was still the Greek word moist melon seed. It reached my foot-
NEKPONOMIKON in aged ink; but 11gh! It was climbing my leg.
the Arabic writing that had filled the page What was it up to? Merciful heavens,
below was gone, or transformed; trans- would it scale my body as a squirrel scales
formed into English, written large and a tree, would it drape itself upon my face
bold and black as jet. Stooped as I was and force its unspeakable message into
above it, I read at a glance the first line. my eyes and my mind? Because then I'd
A thousand times since I have yearned have to speak.
to speak that line aloud, to write it down, The burden of it would be too great.
to do something that would ease my mind My lips would open to ease the torture.
of it. But I must not, now or ever. As it "Chant out the spell"-chant it out, and
was, the world escaped all too narrowly. the world would be crushed again under
Who shaped so dreadful a thought? the fearsome feet of Chthulhu and his
Abdul Alhazred is bu_t a figment of Love- brother-horrors of the evil eld. What
craft's imagination. And Lovecraft is sins and woes would run loose, at which
human-he could never have dreamed Satan in hell must hide his shocked face?
anything like those words, those words And it would be I, I, who spoke the
that lie upon my mind, I say, like links words that released them.
of a red-hot iron chain. And they were I felt faint and dizzy, but I tore the
but the beginning of the writing. What repellent sheathing from my leg. For a
could it have been like in full? moment it clung against my strength, as
I dare not surmise. But this much I though with tendrils or suckers. With
suddenly knew for the truth, as I tried to all my force I dashed it into a metal
crush that horribly alive parchment-scrap waste-basket, among crumpled heaps of
beneath my inadequate parasol - the paper. It tried to flop out again, but I
formless evil of the centuries had taken pushed it back with the parasol. At the
form. An author had fancied the book, same time I clutched my cigarette lighter
hundreds of others had given it fuller from the bedside table. Thank heaven it
being by their own mental images. The worked, it burst into flame. I Bung it into
new-hatched legend had become a slen- the basket.
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242 WEIRD TALES
'The whole mass of paper burst into Hanging up, she turned to me.
fire and smoke. Up from the midst of it "Is he coming?" I panted.
rose a faint, throbbing squeak, to be felt
rather than heard, like the voice of a bat "Yes, he'll be here in two minutes."
far away. Deeper into the little furnace Her voice quavered. "But what if the
1 thrust that outcast messenger from the holy water doesn't work?"
forces that threatened my world. It did work. At the first spatter, the
The flames worried it, ·and it crinkled unhallowed page and its prodigious gos-
and thrashed as if in agony, but it did pel of wickedness vanished into a fluff of
not burn. Prodding it back again and
ashes. I pray my thankfulness for that,
again, I must have shouted something in
every day that I live. Yet, even as I offer
my despair, for Gwen hurried to the tele-
phone and jabbered into it. thanks, my troubled mind forms again
"Father O'Neal!" she cried. "Come the question that Gwen asked:
quick, with holy water!" What if the holy water had not worked?
The
No. s Magazine
of
STRANG-E
and
UNUSUAL
~oolforthe
Unspeakable
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
Into what frightful horror did young Setwick blunder that night?
ART SE1WICK dropped off the stood a shabby buggy with a lean bay
B train at Carrington and stood for
a moment on the station platform,
an honest-faced, well-knit lad in tweeds.
horse in the shafts.
"Get in," invited Hoag, but Bart Set-
wick paused for a moment. His genera-
This little town and its famous school tion was not used to such vehicles. Hoag
would be his home for the next eight chuckled and said, "Oh, this is only a
months; but which way to the school? school wrinkle. We run to funny cus-
The sun had set, and he could barely see toms. Get in."
the shop signs across Carrington' s modest Setwick obeyed. "How about my
main street. He hesitated, and a soft trunk?"
voice spoke at his very elbow: "Leave it." The taller youth swung
"Are you for the school?" himself in beside Setwick and took the
Startled, Bart Setwick wheeled. In the reins. "You'll not need it tonight."
gray twilight stood another youth, smil- He snapped his tongue and the bay
ing thinly and waiting as if for an an- horse stirred, drew them around and off
swer. The stranger was all of nineteen down a bush-lined side road. Its hoof-
years old-that meant maturity to young beats were oddly muffled.
Setwick, who was fifteen-and his pale , They turned a corner, another, and
face had shrewd lines to it. His tall, came into open country. The lights of
shambling body was clad in high-necked Carrington, newly kindled against the
jersey and unfashionably tight trousers. night, hung behind like a constellation
Bart Setwick skimmed him with the settled down to Earth. Setwick felt a
quick, appraising eye of young America. hint of chill that did not seem to fit the
"I just got here," he replied. "My September evening.
name's Setwick." "How far is the school from town?"
"Mine's Hoag." Out came a slender he asked.
hand. Setwick took it and found it "Four or five miles," Hoag replied in
froggy-cold, with a suggestion of steel- his hushed voice. "That was deliberate
wire muscles. "Glad to meet you. I on the part of the founders-they wanted
came down on the chance someone would to make it hard for the students to get to
drop off the train. Let me give you a town for larks. It forced us to dig up our
lift to the school." own amusements." The pa.le face creased
Hoag turned away, felinely light for in a faint smile, as if this were a pleas-
all his ungainliness, and led his new antry. "There's just a . few of the right
acquaintance around the corner of the sort on .hand tonight. By the way, what
little wooden railway station. Behind the did you get sent out for?"
structure, half hidden in its shadow, Setwick frowned his mystification.
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354 :WEffiD TALES
"Why, to go to school. Dad sent me." to let the others know we' re coming," he
· "But what for? Don't you know that explained. "Listen!"
this is a high-class prison prep? Half of Back came a seeming echo of the howl,
us are lunkheads that need poking along, shrill, faint and eery. The horse wavered
the other half are fellows who got in in its muffled trot, and Hoag clucked it
scandals somewhere else. Like me." back into step. They turned in at a drive-
., Again Hoag smiled. way well grown up in weeds, and two
Setwick began to dislike his com- minutes more brought them up to the
panion. They rolled a mile or so in rear of the closest building. It was dim
silence before Hoag again asked a ques- gray in the wash of moonbeams, with
tion: blank inky rectangles for windows. No-
"Do you go to church, Setwick?" where was there a light, but as the buggy
The new boy was afraid to appear came to a halt Setwick saw a young head
priggish, and made a careless show with, pop out of a window on the lower floor .
..Not very often." "Here already, Hoag?" came a high,
"Can you recite anything from the reedy voice.
Bible?" Hoag's soft voice too~ on an
"Yes," answered the youth at the reins,
anxious tinge.
"and I've brought a new man with me."
"Not that I know of."
Thrilling a bit to hear himself called
"Good," was the almost hearty
a man, Setwick alighted.
response. "As I was saying, there's only
a few of us at the school tonight-only "His name's Setwick," went on Hoag.
three, to be exact. And we don't like "Meet Andoff, Setwick. A great friend
Bible-quoters.'' of mine."
Setwick laughed, trying to appear sage Andoff flourished a hand in greeting
and cynical. "Isn't Satan reputed to quote and scrambled out over the window-sill.
the Bible to his own--" He was chubby and squat and even paler
than Hoag, with a low forehead beneath
"What do you know about Satan?"
lank, wet-looking hair, and black eyes set
interrupted Hoag. He turned full on Set-
wide apart in a fat, stupid-looking face.
wick, studying him with intent, dark
His shabby jacket was too tight for him,
eyes. Then, as if answering his own
and beneath worn knickers his legs and
question: "Little enough, I'll bet. Would
feet were bare. .He might have been an
you like to know about him?"
overgrown thirteen or an undeveloped
"Sure I would," replied Setwick, won- eighteen.
dering what the joke would be. "Felcher ought to be along in half a
'TU teach you after a while," Hoag second," he volunteered.
promised cryptically, and silence fell "Entertain Setwick while I put up the
again. buggy," Hoag directed him.
Andoff nodded, and Hoag gathered
H camea inmoon
ALF was well up as they
sight of a dark jumble of
the lines in his hands, but paused for a
final word.
buildings. "No funny business yet, Andoff," he
"Here we are," announced Hoag, and cautioned seriously. "Setwick, don't let
'then, throwing back his head, he emitted this lard-bladder rag you or tell you wild
a wild, wordless howl that made Setwick stories until I come back."
.almost jump out of the buggy. "That's Andoff laughed shrilly. "No, no wild
SCHOOL FOR THE UNSPEAKABLE 355
stories," he promised. "Y0u'll do the he hoped was a bleak tone, "and I'll join
talking, Hoag." your chorus of mirth."
The buggy trundled away, and Andoff Felcher and Andoff gazed at him with
swung his fat, grinning face to the new eyes strangely eager and yearning. Then
arrival. they faced Hoag.
"Here comes Felcher," he announced. "Let's tell him," they both said at
"Felcher, meet Setwick." once, but Hoag shook his head.
"Not yet. One thing at a time. Let's
Another boy had bobbed up, it seemed,
have the song first."
from nowhere. Setwick had not seen him
They began to sing. The first verse of
come around the corner of the building,
their offering was obscene, with no pre-
or slip out of a door or window. He was
tense of humor to redeem it. Setwick had
probably as old as Hoag, or older, but so
never been squeamish, but he found him-
small as to be almost a dwarf, and frail
self definitely repelled. The second verse
to boot. His most notable characteristic
seemed less objectionable, but it hardly
was his hairiness. A great mop covered
made sense:
his head, bushed over his neck and ears,
and hung unkemptly to his bright, deep- All they tried to teach here
set eyes, His lips and cheeks were spread Now goes untaught.
Ready, steady, each here,
with a rank down, and a curly thatch Knowledge we sought.
peeped through the unbuttoned collar of What they called disaster
Killed us not, 0 master!
his soiled white shirt. The hand he of- Rule us, we beseech here,
fered Setwick was almost simian in its Eye, hand and thought.
shagginess and in the hardness of its
It was something like a hymn, Setwick
palm. Too, it was cold and damp. Set-
decided; but before what altar would
wick remembered the same thing of
such hymns be sung? Hoag must have
Hoag' s handclasp.
read that question in his mind.
"We're the only ones here so far," "You mentioned Satan in the buggy
Felcher remarked. His voice, surprizing- on the way out," he recalled, his know-
ly deep and strong for so small a creature, ing face hanging like a mask in the half·
rang like a great bell. dimness close to Setwick. ''Well, that was
"Isn't even the head-master here?" in- a Satanist song."
quired Setwick, and at that the other two "It was? Who made it?"
began to laugh uproariously, Andoff's "I did," Hoag informed him. "How
fife-squeal rendering an obbligato .to Fel- do you like it?"
cher's bell-boom. Hoag, returning, asked Setwick made no answer. He tried to
what the fun was. sense mockery in Hoag' s voice, but could
"Setwick asks," groaned Felcher, "why not find it. "What," he asked finally, ·
the head-master isn't here to welcome "does all this Satanist singing have to do
him." with the head-master?"
More fife-laughter and bell-laughter. "A lot," came back Felcher deeply,
"I doubt if Setwick would think the and "A lot," squealed Andoff.
answer was funny," Hoag commented, Hoag gazed from one of his friends
and then chuckled softly himself. to the others, and for the first time he
Setwick, who had been well brought smiled broadly. It gave him a toothy
up, began to grow nettled. look.
"Tell me about it," he urged, in what "I believe," he ventured quietly but
356 WEIRD TALES
weightily, "that we might as well let moonlight it looked like a big, nervous ' . ~
Setwick in on the secret of our little spider.
circle." Hoag resumed. "I don't know of any
prohibition of his it was easier or more
it would begin, the new boy de- fun to break."
H
.
ERE
cided-the school hazing of which Setwick found that his mouth had
gone dry. His tongue could barely
he had heard and read so much. He had
anticipated such things with something moisten his lips. "You mean," he said,
of excitement, even eagerness, but now "that you began to worship devils?"
he wanted none of them. He did not Hoag nodded happily, like a teacher at
like his three companions, and he did not an apt pupil. "One vacation I got a book
like the way they approached whatever on the cult. The three of us studied it,
it was they intended to do. He moved then began ceremonies. We learned the
backward a pace or two, as if to retreat. charms and spells, forward and back-
Swift - as darting birds, Hoag and ward--"
Andoff closed in at either elbow. Their "They're twice as good backward,"
chill hands clutched him and suddenly put in Felcher, and Andoff giggled.
he felt light-headed and sick. Things "Have you any idea, Setwick," Hoag
. that had been clear in the moonlight went almost cooed, "what it was that appeared
hazy and distorted. in our study the first time we burned
"Come on and sit down, Setwick," in- wine and sulfur, with the proper words
vited Hoag, as though from a great dis- spoken over them?"
tance. His voice did not grow loud or Setwick did not want to know. He
·harsh, but it embodied real menace. "Sit clenched his teeth. "If you're trying to
on that window-sill. Or would you like scare me," he managed to growl out, "it
us to carry you?" certainly isn't going to work."
All three laughed once more, and be-
At the moment Setwick wanted only
gan to chatter out their protestations of
to be free of their touch, and so he walked
good faith.
unresistingly to the sill and scrambled up
"I swear that we're telling the truth,
on it. Behind him was the blackness of
Setwick," Hoag assured him. "Do you
an unknown chamber, and at his knees
want to hear it, or don't you?"
gathered the three who seemed so eager
Setwick had very little choice in the
to tell him their private joke.
matter, and he realized it. "Oh, go
"The head-master was a proper church- ahead," he capitulated, wondering how
goer," began Hoag, as though he were it would do to crawl backward from the
the spokesman for the group. "He didn't sill into the darkness of the room .
.have any use for devils or devil-worship. Hoag leaned toward him, with the air
Went on record against them when he as of one confiding. "The head-master
. addressed us in chapel. That was what caught us. Caught us red-handed."
started us." "Book open, fire burning," chanted
.,". · "Right," nodded Andoff, turning up Felcher.
his fat, larval face. "Anything he out- "He had something very fine to say
lawed, we wanted to do. Isn't that logic?" about the vengeance of heaven," Hoag
,, .-. "Logic and reason," wound up went on. "We got to laughing at him.
f elcher. ·His hairy right hand twiddled He worked up a frenzy. Finally he tried
,~ ,$e sill near Setwick' s thigh. In the to take heaven's vengeance into his own
SCHOOL FOR THE UNSPEAKABLE
Within touch of him stood a broad- mumbled protestingly. His hand, still ·
shouldered man of thirty or so, with trembling, gestured vaguely along the
horn-rimmed spectacles. He wore a neat way he had come. ·
Norfolk jacket and flannels. A short Collins threw back his head and
briar pipe was clamped in a good- laughed, then apologized.
humored mouth. "Sorry,''. he said. "It's no joke if you
really had all that walk for nothing.
'Tm Collins, one of the masters at the
Why, that old place is deserted-used to
school," he introduced himself. "If be a catch-all for incorrigible rich boys.
you' re Setwick, you've had us worried. They closed it about fifty years ago, when
,W e expected you on that seven o'clock the head-master went mad and killed ·
train, you know. I dropped down to see three of his pupils. As a matter of coin-
if I couldn't trace you." cidence, the master himself died just this
Setwick found a little of his lost wind. afternoon, in the state hospital for the
"But I've-been to the school," he insane."
H. P. L.
By HENRY KUTTNER
Here in the silent places, and the caverns beneath the world,
On the great black altars carven from the stones that the gods have hurled,
Where the gray smoke coils and shudders through the eery purple gleam,
And the shadows of worlds beyond our worlds fall over a dreamer's dream-
Reddened with blood from an alien flesh, pallid as vampire thing,
Dark with the glimpse of supernal night and brushed with an ebon wing,
Pageants of awful majesty pass in a saraband
Like the shadows of Egypt's Titan gods far-flung on the changeless sand.
Only a few may taste the cup that none but the gods can drain;
Valhalla is' lost to the stolid throng of the peaceful and warm and sane;
Evil, they say, is the lonely night where it is not good to be,
Chilled with the cold that is more than cold, paying the dreamer's fee,
Resting on couches of asphodel, resting and wonder-drowned,
Ageless and lost to a humdrum world, with magic and glory crowned,
Facing the gates of the universe, breasting the mighty stream
That bursts from the roots of Yggdrasil, in the splendor of a dream.,
':!her
\w(olgotha Dancers
By MANLY \VI ADE WELLMAN
A c11rio11s and terrifying stnl"y <1hout an artist 1l'ho sold his so11l 1hat he
111igh1 /Mint a living pict111"e
HAD come to the Art Mu seum to c\·en to the best-informed of art experts.
I see the special show of Gop prints,
but that particular g11lery was so
crowded that I coulJ hardly get in, much
Perhaps it is as well that I describe it in
detail.
It seemed to represent action upon a
less sec or saYor anything; wherefore I small plateau or table rock, drab and
walked out again. I wandered through bare, with a twilight sky deepening into
the other wings with their rows and rows a stlrless evening. This setting, restrain-
of oils, thei r Greek and Roman sculp- edly worked up in blue-grays anJ blue-
tures, their ~tern radw o f mt Jitv:s.l ar- blacks, was not the first thing to catd1 the
mors, their Oriental porcelains, their Egyp- eye, however. The front of the picture
tian gods. At length, by chj,nc~ :ind not was fill ed with livclr dancing creatures,
by design, I came to the head of a certain as pink, plump and naked as cherubs
rear stairway. Other habitues of the mu- and as patently evil as the meditations of
seum will know the one I mean when I Satan in his rare idle moments.
remind them that Arnold Bocklin's The I counted those dancers. There were
Isle of the D ead hangs on the wall of the twelve of them, ranged in a half:circle,
landing. and they were cavorting in evident glee
I started down , relishing in advance around a central object-a prone cross,
the impress ion Bocklin's picture would which appeared to be made of two stout
make with its high brown rocks anJ black logs with some of the bark sti ll upon
poplars, its midnight sky and gloomy them. To this cross a pair of the pink
film of sea, its single white figure erecf things-that makes fourteen- kneeling
in the bow of the beach-nosing skiff. and swinging blocky-looking hammers or
But, as I descended, I saw that The Isle mauls, spiked a human figure.
of the Dead was not in its accustomed I say h11man when I speak of that fig-
position on the wall. In that space, ar- ure, and I withhold the word in describ-
resting even in the bad light and from ing the dancers and their hammer- wield-
the up-angle of the stairs, hung a gilt- ing fellows. There is a reason. The su-
framed painting I haJ never seen or pine victim on the cross was a beautifully
he1rd of in :ill my museum·haunting representer! male body, as clear and anat-
years. omically correct as an illustration in a sur-
I gazed at it, one will imagine, all the gical textbook. The head was writhed
war down to the bnding. Then I h3d a around, as if in pain, and I could not
close, searching look, and a final apprais- see the face or its expression ; but in the
ing stare from the lip of the landing tortured tenseness of the muscles, in the
above the lower half of the flight . So far slaty white sheen of the skin with jagged
as I can learn-and I have been diligent streaks of vivid gore upon it, agonized
in my research-the thing is unknown nature was plain and doubly plain. I
48~
484 WEIRD TALES
could almost see the painted limbs writhe it again. "And the Museum has accepted
against the transfixing nails. it at last?" I prompted.
By the same token, the dancers and He shook his head. "Oh, no, sir. An
hammerers were so dynamically done as hour ago he was at the back door, with
to seem half in motion before my eyes. that nasty daub there under his arm. I
So mudr for the sound skill of the heard part of the argument. He got in-
painter. Yet, where the crucified prisoner sulting, and he was told to clear out and
was all clarity, these others were all fog. take his picture with him. But he must
No lines, no angles, no muscles-their have got in here somehow, and hung it
features could not be seen or sensed. I himself." Walking close to the painting,
was not even sure if they had hair or not. as gingerly as though he expected the
It was as if each was picked out with a ray pink dancers to leap out at him, he
of light in that surrounding dusk, light pointed to the lower edge of the frame.
that revealed and yet shimmered indis- . "If it was a real Museum piece, we'd
tinctly; light, too, that had absolutely have a plate right there, with the name
nothing of comfort or honesty in it. of the painter and the title."
I, too, came dose. There was no plate,
"HOLD on, there!" came a sharp chal- just as the guard had said. But in the
lenge from the stairs behind and lower left-hand corner of the canvas were
below me. "What are you doing? And sprawling capitals, pale paint on the dark,
what's that picture doing?" spelling out the word GOLGOTHA. Be-
neath these, in small, barely readable
I started so that I almost lost my foot-
script:
ing and fell upon the speaker--one of
I Jo/d my Jou/ 1hat I might paint a
the Museum guards. He was a slight old
living pict11re.
fellow and his thin hair was gray, but he
No signature or other due to the ar-
advanced upon me with all the righteous,
tisf s identity.
angry pluck of a beefy policeman. His
The guard had discovered a great
attitude surprized and nettled me.
framed rectangle against the wall to one
"I was going to ask somebody that side. "Here's the pi<ture he took down,"
same question," I told him as austerely as he informed me, highly. relieved. "Help
I could manage. "What about this pic- me put it back, will you, sir? And do
ture? I thought there was a Bocklin hang- you suppose," here he grew almost wist-
ing here." ful, "that we could get rid of this other
The guard relaxed his forbidding at- thing before someone finds I let the crazy
titude at first sound of my voice. "Oh, I fool -slip past me?"
beg your pardon, sir. I thought you were I took one edge of The Isle of the
somebody else-the man who brought Dead and lifted it to help him hang it
that thing." He nodded at the picture, once more.
and the hostile glare came back into his "Tell you what," I offered on sudden
eyes. "It so happened that he talked to impulse; "I'll take this Golgotha piece
me first, then to the curator. Said it was home with me, if you like."
art-great art-and the Museum must "Would you do that?" he almost
have it." He lifted his shoulders, in a yelled out in his joy at the suggestion.
shrug or a shudder. "Personally, I think "Would you, to oblige me?"
it's plain beastly." "To oblige myself," I returned. "I
So it was, I grew aware as I looked at need another picture at my place."
THE GOLGOTHA DANCERS 485
And the upshot of it was, he smug- leaving the house to go to a theater where
gled me and the unwanted painting out -think of it!-Richatd Mansfield would
of the Museum. Never mind how. I play Bea11 Brummell. I, the yqungest, was
have done quite enough as it is to jeop- told to stay at home and mind the troub-
ardize his job and my own welcome up lesome furnace. I wept copiously in my
there. disappointed loneliness, and then Mans-
field himself stalked in, in full Brum-
not until I had paid off my taxi mell regalia. He laughed goldenly and
I T WAS
and lugged the unwieldy parallelo- stretched out his hand in warm greeting.
gram of canvas and wood upstairs to my I, the lad of my dreams, put out my own
bachelor apartment that I bothered to hand, then was frightened when· he
wonder if it might be valuable. I never would not loosen his grasp. I tugged,
did find out, but from the first I was and he laughed again. The gold of his
deeply impressed. laughter turned suddenly hard, cold. I
Hung over my own fireplace, it looked tugged with all my strength, and woke.
as large and living as a scene glimpsed Something held me tight by the wrist.
through a window or, perhaps, on a stage
in a theater. The capering pink bodies In my first half-moment of wakeful-
caught new lights from my lamp, lights ness I was aware that the room was filled
that glossed and intensified their shape with the pink dancers of the picture, in
and color but did not reveal any new de- nimble, fierce-happy motion. They were
tails. I pored once more over the cryptic man-size, too, or nearly so, visible in the
legend: I sold my so11/ 1har J might paint dark with the dim radiance of fox-fire.
a living pict111·e. On the small scale of the painting they
A living pitture-was it that? I could had seemed no more than babyishly
not answer. For all my honest delight in plump; now they were gross, like huge
such things, I cannot be called expert or erect toads. And, as I awakened fully,
even knowing as regards art. Did I even they were closing in, a menacing ring of
like the Golgotha painting? I could not them, around my bed. One stood at my
be sure of that, either. And the rest of right side, and its grip, clumsy and rub-
the inscription , about selling a soul; I bery-hard like that of a monkey, was
was considerably intrigued by that, and closed upon my arm.
let my thoughts ramble on the subject of I saw and sensed all this, as I say, in a
Satanist complexes and the vagaries of single moment. With the sensing came
half-crazy painters. As I read, that eve- the realization of peril, so great that I
ning, I glanced up again and again at my did not stop to wonder at the uncanniness
new possession. Sometimes it seemed ri- of my visitors. I tried frantically to jerk
diculous, sometimes sinister. Shortly after loose. For the moment I did not succeed
midnight I rose, gazed once more, and and as I thrashed about, throwing my
then turned out the parlor lamp. For a body nearly across the bed, a second
moment, or so it seemed, I could see dancer dashed in from the left. It seized
those dancers, so many dim-pink silhou- and clamped my other arm. I felt, rather
ettes in the sudden darkness. I went to than heard, a wave of soft, wo rdless mer-
the kitchen for a bit of whisky and water, riment from them all. My heart and sin-
and thence to my bedroom. ews seemed to fail, and briefly I lay still
I had dreams. In them I was a boy in a daze of horror, pinned down cruci-
again, and my mother and sister were fix-fashion between my t wo captors.
486 WEIRD TALES
Was that a hammer raised above me as girl with a blue lounging-robe caught
I sprawled? hurriedly around her. Her bright hair
There rushed and swelled into me the was disordered as though she had just
sudden startled strength that sometimes sprung from her bed.
favors the desperate. I screamed like any "Is someone sick?" she asked in a
wild thing caught in a trap, rolled some- breathless \'Oice. "I live down the hall-
how out of bed and to my feet. One of ! heard cries." Her round blue eyes were
the beings I shook off and the other I studying my face, which must have been
dashed against the bureau. Freed, I made ghastly pale. "You see, I'm a trained
for the bedroom door and the front of nurse, and perhaps--"
the apartment, stumbling and staggering "Thank God you did come!" I broke
on fear-weakened legs. in, unceremoniously but honestly, and
One of the dim-shining pink things went before her to tum on every lamp in
barred my way at the very threshold, and the parlor.
the others were closing in behind, as if It was she who, without guidance,
for a sudden rush. I flung my right fist searched out my whisky and siphon and
with all my strength and weight. The mixed for me a highball of grateful
being bobbed back unresistingly before strength. My teeth rang nervously on the
my smash, like a rubber toy Boating edge of the glass as I gulped it down.
through water. I plunged past, reached After that I got my own robe-a becom-
the entry and fumbled for the knob of ing one, with satin facings-and sat with
the outer door. her on the divan to tell of my adventure.
They were all about me then , their When I had finished, she g:i.zed long at
rubbery palms fumbling at my shoulders, the painting of the dancers, then back at
my elbows, my pajama jacket. They me. Her eyes, like two chips of the April
would have dragged me down before I sky, were full of concern and she held
could negotiate the lock. A racking shud- her rosy lower lip between her teeth. I
der possessed me and seemed to flick thought that she was wonderfully pretty.
them clear. Then I stumbled against a "What a perfectly terrible nightmare!"
stand, and purely by good luck my hand she said.
fell upon a bamboo walking-stick. I "It was no nightmare," I protested.
yelled again, in truly hysterical fierceness, She smiled and argued the point, tell-
and laid about me as with a whip. My ing me all manner of comforting things
blows did little or no damage to those about mental associations and their re-
unearthly assailants, but they shrank back, flections in vivid dreams.
teetering and dancing, to a safe distance. To clinch her point she turned to the
Again I had the sense that they were painting.
laughing, mocking. For the moment I "This line about a 'living picture' is
had beaten them off, but they were sure the peg on which your slumbering mind
of me in the end. Just then my groping hung the whole fabric," she suggested,
free hand pressed a switch. The entry her slender fingertip touching the painted
sprang into light. scribble. "Your very literal subconscious
On the iftstant they were not there. self didn't understand that the artist
meant his picture would live only figura-
was knocking outside, and tively."
S with trembling
OMEBODY
fingers I turned the "Are you sure that's what the artist
knob of the door. In came a tall, slender meant?" I asked, but finally I let her con-
THE GOLGOTHA DANCERS 487,
vince me. One can imagine how badly I hardness of their little gripping paws.
wanted to be convinced. Two on each arm were spread-eagling me
She mixed me another highball, and a upon the plaster. The cruciform position
short one for herself. Over it she told me again! ·
her narne--Miss Dolby-and finally she I swore, yelled and kicked. One of
left me with a last comforting assurance. them was in the way of my foot. He
But, nightmare or no, I did not sleep floated back, unhurt. That was their
again that night. I sat in the parlor strength and horror-their ability to go
among the lamps, smoking and dipping flabby and non-resistant under smashing,
into book after book. Countless times I flattening blows. Something tick.led my
felt my gaze drawn back to the painting palm, pricked it. The point of a
over the fireplace, with the cross and the spike. . . .
nail-pierced wretch and the shimmering "Miss Dolby!" I shrieked, as a child
pink dancers. might call for its mother. "Help! Miss
After the rising sun had filled the D--"
apartment with its honest light and cheer The door flew open; I must not have
I felt considerably calmer. I slept all locked it. "Here I am," came her un-
morning, and in the afternoon was dis- afraid reply.
posed to agree with Miss Dolby that the She was outlined against the rectangle
whole business had been a bad dream, of light from the hall. My assailants let
nothing more. Dressing, I went down go of me to dance toward her. She
the hall, knocked on her door and invited gasped but did not scream. I staggered
her to dinner with me. along the wall, touched a light-switch,
It was a good dinner. Afterward we and the parlor just beyond us flared into
went to an amusing motion picture, with visibility. Miss Dolby and I ran in to the
Charles Butterworth in it as I remember. lamp, rallying there as stone-age folk
After bidding her good-night, I went to must have rallied at their fire to face the
my own place. Undressed and in bed, I monsters of the night. I looked at her;
lay awake. My late morning slumber she was still fully dressed, as I had left
made my eyes slow to close. Thus it was her, apparently had been sitting up. Her
that I heard the faint shuffle of feet and, rouge made flat patches on her pale
sitting up against my pillows, saw the cheeks, but her eyes were level.
glowing silhouettes of the Golgotha
dancers. Alive and magnified, they were
creeping into my bedroom. T or vanish;
time the dancers did not retreat
HIS
they lurked in the com-
I did not hesitate or shrink this time. parative gloom of the entry, jigging and
I sprang up, tense and defiant. trembling as if mustering their powers
"No, you don't!" I yelled at them. As and resolutions for another rush at us.
they seemed to hesitate before the impact "You see," I diattered out to her, "it
of my wild voice, I charged frantically. wasn't a nightmare."
For a moment I scattered them and got She spoke, not in reply, but as if to
through the bedroom door, as on the pre- herself. "They have no faces," she whis-
vious night. There was another shindy pered. "No faces!" In the half-light
in the entry; this time they all got hold that was diffused upon them from our
of me, like a pack of hounds, and wres- lamp they presented the featurelessness of
tled me back against the wall. I writhe so many huge gingerbread boys, covered
even now when I think of the unearthly with pink icing. One of them, some kind
488 WEIRD TALES
:7/zeCJ-f .
c.J Lairy Ones Shall Dance
By GANS T. FIELD
'.A novel of a hideous, stark horror that struck during a spirit seance-a tale of
terror and sudd_en death, and the frightful thing that ·
laired in the Devil's Croft
FOREWORD vast army of skepti(J of which I once
made one. Therefore I write it brief and
O WHOM It May Concern: bald. If my story seems unsteady in
T Few words are best, as Sir
Philip Sidney once wrote in chal-
lenging an enemy. The present account
spots, that is because the hand that writes
it still quivers from my recent ordeal.
Shifting the metaphor from duello to
will be a&cepted as a challenge by the military engagement, this is but the first
"
WEIRD TALFS
gun of th1 bombardment. Even now "I know that you are a stage magi·
sworn stalemenJs are being prepared by cian-" he began afresh.
all others who survived the strange and, "I was once," I amended, a little sulk-
in some degree, unthinkable adventure I ily. My early career had brought me con-
am recounting. After that, every great siderable money and notice, but after
psychic investigator in 'he country, as the novelty of show business was wom
well as some from Europe, will begin off I had never rejoiced in it. Talboto the
researches. I wish that my friends and Mysterious--it had been impressive, but
brother-magicians, Houdini an'J Thurs- tawdry. Better to be Talbot Wills, lee·
ton, had lived to bear a hand in them. turer and investigator in the .field of ex·
I m1111 apologize for the strong admix- posing fraudulent mediums.
ture of the personal element in my narra-
tive. Some may feel that I err against For six years I had known Doctor Otto
good taste. My humble argument is that Zoberg, the champion of spiritism and
I was not merely an observer, ·but an mediumism, as rival and companion. We
actor, albeit a clumsy one, throughout had .fi~t met in debate under auspices of
the drama. the Society for Psychical Research in Lon-
As to the setting forth of matters don. I, young enough for enthusiasm but
which many will call impossible, let me also for carelessness, had been badly out-
smile in advance. Things happen and thought an~ out-talked. But afterward,
have always happened, that defy the nar- Doctor Zoberg had praised my arguments
row science of test-tube and formula. I and my delivery, and had graciously
can only say again that I am writing the taken me out to a late supper. The fol-
truth, and that my statement will be sup- lowing day, there arrived from him a
ported by my companions in the adven- present of helpful books and magazines.
ture. Our next platform duel found · me in a
TALBOT WILLS. position to get a little of my own back;
November 1', 1937. and he, afterward, laughingly congratu-
lated me on turning to account the ma-
1. "Why Must the Burden of Proof terial he had sent me. After that, we
Rest with the Spirits?" were public foemen and personal insep-
arables. Just now we were touring the
"You don't believe in psychic phe- United States, debating, giving exhibi-
nomena," said Doctor Otto Zoberg tions, visiting mediums. The night's pro-
yet again, "because you won't." gram, before a Washington audience
This with studied kindness, sitting in liberally laced with high officials, had
the most comfortable chair of my hotel ended in what we agreed was a draw;
room. I, at thirty-four, silently hoped I and here we were, squabbling good:-
would have his health and charm at fifty- naturedly afterward.
four-he was so rugged for all his lean "Please, Doctor," I begged, offering
length, so well groomed for all his him a cigarette, "save your charges of
tweeds and beard and joined eyebrows, stubbornness for the theater."
so articulate for all his accent. Doctor He waved my case aside and bit the
Zoberg quite apparently liked and ad- end from a villainous black cheroot. "I
mired me, and I felt guilty once more wouldn't say it, here or in public, if it
that I did not entirely return the compli- weren't true, Talbot. Yet you sneer even
ment. at telepathy, and only half believe in
nm HAmY ONES SHALL DANCE
mental suggestion. '.Ath, you are worse have offered a prize of five thousand dol·
than Houdini." Jars to any medium whose spirit miracles
"Houdini was absolutely sincere," I I could not duplicate by honest sleight-of·
almost blazed, for I had known and hand."
worshipped that brilliant and kindly He gestured with slim fingers, as
prince of conjurers and fraud-finders. though to push the words back into me.
"Ach, to be sure, to be sure," nodded "That proves absolutely nothing, Wills.
Zoberg over his blazing match. "I did For all your skill, do you think that
not say he was not. Yet, he refused sleight-of-hand can be the only way? Is
proof-the proof that he himself em- it even the best way?"
bodied. Houdini was a great mystic, a "I've unmasked famous mediums for
medium. His power for miracles he did years, at the rate of one a month," I
not know himself." flwig back. "Unmasked them as the
I had heard that before, from C:Onan clumsiest of fakes."
Doyle as well as Zoberg, but I made no "Because some are dishonest, are all
comment. Zoberg continued: dishonest?" he appealed. "What specific
"Perhaps Houdini was afraid-if any- thing would convince you, my friend?"
thing could frighten so brave and wise a I thought for a moment, gazing at him
man it would assuredly come from with- through the billows of smoke. Not a
in. And so he would not even listen to gray hair to him-and I, twenty years his
argument." He turned suddenly somber. junior, had six or eight at either temple.
"Perhaps he knew best, ja. But he was I went on to admire and even to envy
stubborn, and so are you." that pointed trowel of beard, the sort of
"I don't think you can say that of me," thing that I, a magician, might have cul-
I objected once more. The cheroot was tivated once. Then I made my answer.
alight now, and I kindled a. cigarette to "I'd ask for a materialization, Doctor.
combat in some degree the gunpowdety An ectoplasmic apparition, visible and
fumes. solid to touch-in an empty room with
Teeth gleamed amiably through the no curtains -0r closets, all entrances sealed
beard, and Zoberg nodded again, in by myself, the medium and witnesses
frank delight this time. "Oh, we have shackled." He started to open his mouth,
hopes of you, Wills, where we gave up but I hurried to prevent him. "I know
Houdini." what you'll say-that I've seen a number
He had never said that before, not so of impressive ectoplasms. So l have, per-
plainly at any rate. I smiled back. "I've haps, but not one was scientifically and
always been willing to be shown. Give dispassionately controlled. No, Doctor, if
me a fool-proof, fake-proof, supernormal I'm to be convinced, I must make the
phenomenon, Doctor; let me convince conditions and set the stage myself."
myself; then I'll come gladly into the "And if the materialization was a com-
spiritist camp." plete success?"
"Ach, so you always say!" he ex- "Then it would prove the claim to me
ploded, but without genuine wrath. --to the world. Materializations are the
"Why must the burden of proof rest with most important question in the whole
the spirits? How can you prove that they field."
do not live and move and act? Study He looked long at me, narrowing his
what Eddington has to say about that." shrewd eyes beneath the dark single bar
"For five years," I reminded him, "I of his brows. 'Wills," he said at length,
WEIRD TAUS
"I hoped you would ask something like turtle-back we had stowed bags, for the
this." November sky had begun to boil up with
"You did?" dark, heavy clouds, and a storm might
"/a. Because-first, can you spare a delay us.
day or so?" On the way Zoberg talked a great deal,
I replied guardedly, "I can, I believe. with his usual charm and animation. He
We have two weeks or more before the scoffed at my skepticism and prophesied
New Orleans date." I romputed rapidly. my conversion before another midnight.
..Yes, that's December 8. What have you "A hundred years ago, realists like
got up your sleeve, Doctor?" yourself were ridiculing hypnotism," he
He grinned once more, with a great chuckled. "They thought that it was a
display of gleaming white teeth, and fantastic fake, like one of Edgar Poe's
flung out his long arms. "My sleeves, amusing tales, ja? And now it is a great
you will observe, are empty!" he cried. science, for healing and comforting the
..No trickery. But within five hours of world. A few years ago, the world
where we sit-five hours by fast automo· scorned mental telepathy--"
bile-is a little town. And in that town "Hold on," I interrupted. 'Tm none
there is a little medium. No, Wills, you too convinced of it now,"
have never seen or heard of her. It is "I said just that, last night. However,
only myself who found her by chance, you think that there is some grain of
who studied her long and prayerfully. truth to it. You would be a fool to laugh
Come with me, Wills-she will teach at the many experiments in clairvoyance
you how little you know and how much carried on at Duke University."
you can learn!" "Yes, they are impressive," I admitted.
"They are tremendous, and by no
2. "Yo11 Can Almost Hear the Ghosts." means unique," he insisted. "Think of a
number between one and ten,.. he said
suddenly.
I writingsatout,down
HAVE with the purpose of
plainly and even flatly, all I gazed at my hands on the wheel,
that happened to me and to Doctor Otto thought of a joking reply, then fell in
Zoberg in our impromptu adventure at with his mood.
psychic investigation; yet, almost at the "All right," I replied. 'Tm thinking
start, I find it nece5sary to be vague about of a number. What is it?"
the tiny town where that adventure ran "It is seven," he cried out at once, then
its course. Zoberg began by refusing to laughed heartily at the blank look on my
tell me its name, and now my friends of face.
various psychical research committees "Look here, that's a logical number for
have asked me to hold my peace until an average man to think of," I protested.
they have finished certain examinations "You relied on human nature, not
without benefit of yellow journals or pry· telepathy."
ing politicians. He grinned and tweaked the end of
It is located, as Zoberg told me, with- his beard between manicured fingers.
in five miles by fast automobile of "Very good, Wills, try again. A color
Washington. On the following morning, this time."
after a quick and early breakfast, we de- I paused a moment before replying,
parted at seven odock in my sturdy "All right, guess what it is."
coupe. I drove and '.?oberg guided. In the · He, too, hesitated, staring at me side·
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
wise. "I think it is blue," he offered at "And this settlement · has such a
length. place?"
"Go to the head of the class," I "/a wohl, a grove of the thickest titn-
grumbled. "I rather expected you to ber ever seen in this oVer-civilized coun-
guess red--that's most obvious." try, and hedged in to boot. I do not sa.y
· "But I was not guessing," he assured that they believe, but it is civic property
me. "A flash of blue came before my and protected by special order from tres-
mind's eye. Come, let us try another passers.''
time." "I'd like to visit that grove," I said.
"I pray you!" he cried, waving in pro-
We continued the experiment for a
test. "Do not make us unwelcome."
while. Zoberg was not always correct, but
he was surprizingly close in nearly every
case. The most interesting results were
with the names of persons, and Zoberg
W E ARRIVED shortly before noon.
The little town rests in a circular
hollow among high wooded hills, and
achieved some rather mystifying approx-
there is not a really good road into it,
imations. Thus, when I was thinking of
for two or three miles around. After
the actor Boris Karloff, he gave me the
listening to Zoberg, I had expected some-
name of the actor Bela Lugosi. Upon my
thing grotesque or forbidding, but I was
thinking of Gilbert K. Chesterton, he
disappointed. The houses were sturdy
named Chesterton's close friend Hilaire
and modest, in some cases poor. The
Belloc, and my concentration on George
greater part of them made a close-hud-
Bernard Shaw brought forth a shout of
dled mass, like a herd of cattle threat-
"Santa Claus." When I reiterated my
ened by wolves, with here and there an
charge of psychological trickery and
isolated dwelling like an adventuresome
besought him to teach me his method, he
young fighting-bull. The streets were
grew actually angry and did not speak
narrow, crooked and unpaved, and for
for more than half an hour. Then he
once in this age I saw buggies and
began to discuss our destination.
wagons outnumbering automobiles. The
"A most amazing community," he pro- central square, with a two-story town
nounced. "It is old~ne of the oldest hall of red brick and a hideous cast-iron
inland towns of all America. Wait until war memorial, still boasted numerous
· you see the houses, my friend. You can hitching-rails, brown with age and
almosr hear the ghosts within them, in smooth with use. There were few real
broad daylight. And their Devil's Croft, si~ of modem progress. For instance,
that is worth seeing, too." the drug store was a shabby clapboard
"Their what?" affair with "Pharmacy" painted upon its
He shook his head, as though in windows, and it sold only drugs, soda
despair. "And you set yourself up as an and tobacco; while the one hotel was
authority on occultism!" he sniffed. low and rambling and bore the title
"Next you will admit that you have never "Luther Inn." I heard that the popula-
heard of the Druids. A Devil's Croft, my tion was three hundred. and fifty, but I
dull young friend, used to be part of am inclined to think it was closer to three
every English or Scots village. The good hundred.
people would set aside a field for Satan, We drew up in front of the Luther
so that he would not take their own Inn, and a group of roughly dressed men
lands." gazed at us with the somewhat hostile
WEIRD TALES
interrogation that often marks a rural "Yes," he answered one of my ques·
American community at the approach of tions, "the houses are old, as yo~ can
strangers. These men wore mail-order see. Some of them have stood since the
coats of corduroy or suede--the air' was Revolutionary War with England, and
growing nippier by the minute-and our town's ordinances have stood longer ·
plow shoes or high laced boots under than that. You aren't the fust to be im-
dungaree pants. All of them were of pressed, Mr. Wills. Ten years ago acer-
Celtic or Anglo-Saxon type. tain millionaire came and said he wanted
"Hello!" cried Zoberg jovially. "I see to endow us, so that we would stay as we
you there, my friend Mr. Gird. How is are. He had a lot to say about native
your charming daughter?" color and historical value. We told him
The man addressed took a step for- that we would stay as we are without hav-
ward from the group on the porch. He ing to take money from him, or from
was a raw-boned, grizzled native with anybody else for that matter."
pale, pouched eyes, and was a trifle bet·
ter dressed than the others, in a rather home was large but low, all
ministerial coat of dark cloth and a wide G IRD's
one story, and of darkly painted
black hat. He cleared his throat before clapboards over heavy timbers. The front
teplying. door was hung on the most massive hand-
"Hello, Doctor. Susan's well, thanks. wrought hinges. Gird knocked at it, and
What do you want of us?" a slender, smallish girl opened to us.
It was a definite challenge, that would She wore a woolen dress, as dark as
repel or anger most men, but Zoberg was her father's coat. with white at the neck
not to be denied. He scrambled out of and wrists. Her face, under masses of
the car and cordially shook the hand of thunder-black hair, looked Oriental at
the man he had called Mr. Gird. Mean- fust glance, what with high cheek-bones
while he spoke in friendly fashion to one and eyes set aslant; then I saw that her
or two of the others. eyes were a bright gray like worn silver,
"And here," he wound up, "is a very and her skin rosy, with a firm chin and a
good friend of mine, Mr. Talbot Wills." generous mouth. The features were rep-
All eyes-and very unfriendly eyes resentatively Celtic, after all, and I won-
they were, as a whple-tumed upon me. dered for perhaps the fiftieth time in my
I got out slowly, and at Zoberg' s insist- life if there was some sort of blood link
en<;e shook hands with Gird. Finally the between Scot and Mongol. Her hand, on
grizzled man came with us to the car. the brass knob of the door, showed as
"I promised you once," he said glumly slender and white as some evening
to Zoberg, "that I would let you and flower.
Susan dig as deeply as you wanted to into "Susan," said Gird, "here's Doctor Z.O..
this matter of spirits. I've often wished berg. And this is his friend, Mr.
since that I hadn't, but my word was Wills."
never broken yet. Come along with me; She smiled at Zoberg, then nodded to
Susan is cooking dinner, and there'll be me, respectfully and rather shyly.
enough for all of us." . "My daughter," Gird finished the in•
He got into the car with us, and as we troduction. 'Well, dinner must be
drove out of the square and toward his ready." .
house he conversed quietly with Zoberg She led us inside. The parlor was
and me. rather plainer than in most old-fash·
THE HAffiY ONES SHALL DANCE 59
ioned provincial houses, but it was com- I wondered which of them was the more
fortable enough~ Much of its f umiture disdainful of my confidence.
would have delighted antique dealers, Then Susan Gird joined us, and for
and one or two pieces would have im- once I wanted to speak of other subjects
pressed museum directors. The dining- than the occult.
room beyond had plate-racks on the walls
and a long table of dark wood, with 3. "That Thing Isn't My Daughter---"
high-backed chairs. We had some fried
ham, biscuits, coffee and stewed fruit that Zoberg who suggested that I
must have been home-canned. Doctor I take Susan
T WAS
Gird for a relaxing drive in
Zoberg and Gird ate heartily, talking of my car. I acclaimed the idea as a bril-
local trifles, but Susan Gird hardly liant one, and she, thanking me quietly,
touched her food. I, watching her with put on an archaic-seeming cloak, black
stealthy admiration, forgot to take more and heavy. We left her father and Zo-
than a few mouthfuls. berg talking idly and drove slowly
After the repast she carried out the through the town.
dishes and we men returned to the par- She pointed out to me the Devil's
lor. Gird faced us. Croft of which I had heard from the
"You' re here for some more hocus- doctor, and I saw it to be a grove of
pocus?" he hazarded gruffiy. · trees, closely and almost rankly set. It
"For another seance," amended Zo· stood apart from the sparser timber on
berg, suave as ever. the hills, and around it stretched bare
"Doctor," said Gird, "I think this had fields. Their emptiness suggested that all
better be the last time." the capacity for life had been drained
Zoberg held out a hand in pleading away and poured into that central clump.
protest, but Gird thrust his own hands No road led near to it, and I was obliged
behind him and looked sternly stubborn. to content myself by idling the car at a
"It's not good for the girl," he an- distance while we gazed and she talked.
nounced definitely. "It's evergreen, of course," I said.
"But she is a great medium-greater ..Cedar and a little juniper."
than Eusapia Paladino, or Daniel Home," "Only in the hedge around it," Susan
Zoberg argued earnestly. "She is an im- Gird informed me. "It was planted by
portant figure in the psychic world, lost the town council about ten years ago.••
and wasted here in this backwater--" I stared. "But surely there's greenness
"Please don't miscall our town," inter- in the center, too," I argued.
rupted Gird. "Well, Doctor, I agree to "Perhaps. They say that the leaves
a final seance, as you call it. But I'm never fall, even in January."
going to be present." I gazed at what appeared to be a lit-
Zoberg made a gesture as of refusal, tle fiuff of white mist above it, the whiter
but I sided with Gird. by contrast with the black clouds that
"If this is to be my test, I want an- lowered around the hill-tops. To my
other witness," I told Zoberg. questions about the town council, Susan
"A(h/ If it is a success, you will say Gird told me some rather curious things
that he helped to deceive." about the government of the community.
"Not I. I'll arrange things so there There were five councilmen, elected every
will be no deception." year, and no mayor. Each of the five
Both Zobetg and Gird stared at me. presided at a meeting in turn. Among
60 WEIRD TALFS
the ordinances enforced by the council is used in Devonshire, which may throw
was one providing for support of the light on the original founders ·of the com-
single church. munity. Apparently this woman had
"I should think that such an ordinance shown some tendencies toward psychic
could be set aside as illegal," I observed. power, for she had several times prophe-
"I think it could," she agreed, "~ut sied coming events or told neighbors
nobody has ever wished to try." where to find lost things. She was well
The minister of the church, she· con- loved for her labors in caring for the
tinued, was invariably a member of the sick, and indeed she had died from a
council. No such provision appeared on fever contracted when tending the victims
the town records, nor was it even urged of an epidemic.
as a "written law," but it had always been "Doctor Zoberg had known her,"
deferred to. The single peace officer of Susan Gird related. ."He came here sev-
the town, she continued, was the duly eral years after her death, and seemed
elected constable. He was always com- badly shaken when he heard what had
missioned as deputy sheriff by officials happened. He and Father became good
at the oounty seat, and his duties included friends, and he has been kind to me, too.
census taking, tax collecting and similar I remember his saying, the first time we
matters. The only other officer with a met, that I looked like Mother and that
state commission was the justice; and her it was apparent that I had inherited her
father, John Gird, had held that post for spirit.''
the last six years. She had grown up and spent three
"He's an attorney, then?" I suggested, years at a teachers' college, but left be-
but Susan Gird shook her head. fore graduation, refusing a position at a
"The only attorney in this place is a school so that she could keep house for
retired judge, Keith Pursuivant," she in- her lonely father. Still idioti6tlly man-
formed me. "He came from some other nerless, I mentioned the possibility of
part of the world, and he appears in her marrying some young man of the
town about once a month-lives out town. She laughed musically.
yonder past the Croft. As a matter of · "Why, I stopped thinking of mar-
fact, an ordinary experience of law isn't riage when I was fourteen!" she cried.
enough for our peculiar little govern- Then, "Look, it's snowing.''
ment.'' So it was, and I thought it time to
She spoke of her fellow-townsmen a.S start for her home. We finished the
quiet, simple folk who were content for drive on the best of terms, and when we
the most part to keep to themselves, and reached her home in midaftemoon, we
then, yielding to my earnest pleas, she were using first names.
told me something of herself.
The Gird family counted its descent
from an original settler-though she was G tor I found,
IRD, had capitulated to Doc·
Zoberg' s genial insistence.
not exactly sure of when or how the From disliking the thought of a seance,
settlement was made-and had borne a he had come to savor the prospect of wit-
leading pare in community affairs through nessing it-Zoberg had always excluded
more than two centuries. Her mother, who him before. Gird had even picked up a
had died when Susan Gird was seven, metaphysical term or two from listening
had been a stranger; an "outlander" was to the doctor, and with these he spiced
the local term for such, and I think it his normally plain speech.
TIIE HAm.Y ONES SHALL DANCE
0
'This ectoplasm stuff sounds reason- seal its legs to the floor, and instruct
able," he admitted. "If there is any such Gird to sit in it. He did so, and I pro-
thing, there could be ghosts, couldn't duced a pair of handcuffs from my bag
there?" and shackled his left wrist to the arm of
Zoberg twinkled, and tilted his beard- the chair.
spike forward. "You will find that Mr. "Capital!" cried Zoberg. "Do not be
Wills does not believe in ectoplasm." so sour, Mr. Gird. I would not trust
"Nor do I believe that the production handcuffs on Mr. Wills--he was once a
of ectoplasm would prove existence of a magician and knows all the escape
ghost," I added. "What do you say, tricks."
Miss Susan?" "Your tum's coming, Doctor," I as-
She smiled and shook her dark head. sured him.
"'To tell you the truth, I'm aware only
Against the opposite wall and facing
dimly of what goes on during a seance."
Gird' s chair I set ~ree more chairs, melt-
"Most mediums say that," nodded Zo-
ing wax around their legs and stamping
berg sagely.
it. Then I dragged all other furniture
As the sun set and the darkness came far away, arranging it against the kitchen
down, we prepared for the experiment.
door. Finally I asked Susan to take the
The dining-room was chosen, as the
central chair of the three, seated Zoberg
barest and quietest room in the house.
at her left hand and myself at her right.
First I made a thorough examination,
Beside me, on the floor, I set the carbide
poking into comers, tapping walls and
lamp.
handling furniture, to the accompani-
ment of jovial taunts from Zoberg. 'With your permission," I said, and
Then, to his further amusement, I pro- produced more manacles. First I fast-
duced from my grip a big lump of seal- ened Susan's left ankle to Zoberg's right,
ing-wax, and with this I sealed both then her left wrist to his right. Zoberg' s
the kitchen and parlor doors, stamping left wrist I chained to his chair, leaving
the wax with my signet ring. I also closed, him entirely helpless.
latched and sealed the windows, on the "What thick wrists you have!" I com-
sllls of which little heaps of snow had mented. "I never knew they were so
begun to collect. sinewy."
"You're kind of making sure, Mr. "You never chained them before," he
Wills," said Gird, lighting a patent car- grinned.
bide lamp. With two more pairs of handcuffs I
"That's because I take this business shackled my own left wrist and ankle to
seriously," I replied, and Zoberg clapped Susan on the right.
his hands in approval. ''Now we are ready," I pronounced.
"Now," I went on, "off with your "You've treated us like bank robbers,"
coats and vests, gentlemen." muttered Gird.
Gird and Zoberg complied, and stood "No, no, do not blame Mr. Wills,"
up in their shirt-sleeves. I searched and Zoberg defended me again. He looked
felt them both all over. Gird was a trifle anxiously at Susan. "Are you quite pre-
bleak in manner, Zoberg gay and bright- pared, my dear?"
faced. Neither had any concealed ap- Her eyes met his for a long moment;
paratus, I made sure. My next move was then she dosed them and nodded. I,
to set a chair against the parlor door, bound to her, felt a relaxation of her en-
62 WEIRD TALES
tire body. After a moment she bowed was aware of an odor, strange and dis-
her chin upon her breast. agreeable, like the wind from a great
"Let nobody talk," warned Zoberg beast's cage. Then the paws were upon
softly. "I think that this will be a suc- my lap-indeed, they were not paws. I
cessful venture. Wills, the light." felt them grip my legs, with fingers and
With my free hand I turned it out. opposable thumbs. A sniffing muzzle
All was intensely ·dark for a moment. 'thrust almost into my face, and upon its
Then, as my eyes adjusted themselves, the black snout a dim, wet gleam was mani-
room seemed to lighten. I could see the fest.
deep gray rectangles of the windows, the Then Gird, from his seat across the
snow at their bottoms, the blurred out- room, screamed hoarsely.
line of the man in his chair across the "That thing isn't my. daughter--"
floor from me, the form of Susan at my In the time it took him to rip out those
left hand. My ears, likewise sharpening, five words, the huddled monster at my
detected the girl's gentle breathing, as knees whirled back and away from me,
if she slept. Once or twice her right reared for a trice like a deformed giant,
hand twitched, shaking my own arm in and leaped across the intervening space
its manacle. It was as though she sought upon him. I saw that Gird had tried
to attract my attention. to rise, his chained wrist hampering him.
Before and a little beyond her, some- Then his voice broke in the midst of
thing pale and cloudy was making itself what he was trying to say; he made a
visible. Even as I fixed my gaze upon it, choking sound and the thing emitted a
I heard something that sounded like a barking growl.
gusty panting. It might have been a tired Tearing loose from its wax fastenings,
dog or other beast. The pallid mist was the chair fell upon its side. There was a
changing shape and substance, too, and struggle and a clatter, and Gird squealed
growing darker. It shifted against the like a rabbit in a trap. The attacker fell
dim light from the windows, and I had a away from him toward us.
momentary impression of something It was all over before one might ask
erect but misshapen-misshapen in an what it was about.
animal way. Was that a head? And were
those pointed eai:S, or part of a head- 4. "I Don't Know What Killed Him."
dress? I told myself determinedly that
this was a clever illusion, successful de- UST when I got up I do not remember,
spite my precautions. J but I was on my feet as the grapplers
a
It moved, and I heard rattle upon separated. Without thinking of danger-
the planks. Claws, or perhaps hobnails. and surely danger was there in the
Did not Gird wear heavy boots? Yet he room-I might have rushed forward; but
was surely sitting in his chair; I saw Susan Gird, lying limp in her chair,
something shift position at that point. hampered me in our mutual shackles.
The grotesque form had come before me, Standing where I was, then, I pawed in
crouching or creeping. my pocket for something I had not men-
Despite my self-assurance that this was tioned to her or to Zoberg; an electric
ii. trick, I could not govern the chill that torch.
swept over me. The thing had come to a It fitted itself into my hand, a compact
halt close to me, was lifting itself as a little cylinder, and I whipped it out with
hound that paws its master's knees. I my finger on the switch. A cone of white
nm HAmY ONES SHALL DANCE 63
light spurted across the room, making a Gird, and his lips twitched, as though he
pool about and upon the motionless form would be hysterical.
of Gird. He lay crumpled on one side, "Steady, Doctor," I cautioned him
his back toward us, and a smudge of sharply, and took the lamp from him.
black wetness was widening about his "See what you can do for Gird."
slack head and shoulders. He stooped slowly, as though he had
With the beam I swiftly quartered the grown old. I stepped to one side, putting
room, probing it into every corner and the lamp on the table. Zoberg spoke
shadowed nook. The creature that had again:
attacked Gird had utterly vanished. Susan "It is absolutely no use, Wills. We
Gird now gave a soft moan, like a can do nothing. Gird has been killed."
dreamer of dreadful things. I flashed I had turned my attention to the girl.
my light her way. She still sagged in her chair, breathing
It flooded her face and she quivered deeply and rhythmically as if in un·
under the impact of the glare, but did troubled slumber.
not open her eyes. Beyond her I saw "Susan," I called her. "Susan!"
Zoberg, doubled forward in his bonds. She did not stir, and Doctor Zoberg
He was staring blackly at the form of came back to where I bent above her.
Gird, his eyes protruding and his ··susan," he whispered penetratingly,
clenched teeth showing through his ••wake up, child."
beard. Her eyes unveiled themselves slowly,
"Doctor Zoberg!" I shouted at him, and looked up at us. "What--" she
and his face jerked nervously toward began drowsily. ·
me. It was fairly cross-hatched with tense "Prepare yourself," I cautioned her
lines, and as white as fresh pipe-day. He quickly. "Something has happened to
tried to say something, but his voice your father."
would not command itself. She stared across at Gird' s body, and
Dropping the torch upon the floor, I then she screamed, tremulously and long.
next dug keys from my pocket and with Zoberg caught her in his arms, and she
trembling haste unlocked the irons from swayed and shuddered against their sup-
Susan Gird' s wrist and ankle on my side. porting circle. From her own wrists my
Then, stepping hurriedly to Zoberg, I irons still dangled, and they clanked as
made him sit up and freed him as speed- she wrung her hands in aimless distrac·
ily as possible. Finally I returned, found tion. ·
my torch again and stepped across to Going to the dead man once more, I
Gird. unchained him from the chair and turned
My first glance at close quarters was him upon his back. Susan's black cloak
enough; he was stone-dead, with his lay upon one of the other chairs, and I
throat tom brutally out. His cheeks, too, picked it up and spread it above him.
were ripped in parallel gashes, as though Then I went to each door in turn, and to
by the grasp of claws or nails. Radiance the windows.
suddenly glowed behind me, and Zoberg "The seals are unbroken," I reported.
moved forward, holding up the carbide "There isn't a space through which even
lamp. a mouse could slip in or out. Yet--"
"I found this beside your chair," he "I did it!" wailed Susan suddenly.
told me unsteadily. "I found a match "Oh, my God, what dreadful thing came
and lighted it." He looked down at out of me to murder my father!"
64 WEffiD TALES
Into the constable's blue eyes came a "You come along with me. I'm going
sudden shrewd light. "I guess you must to lock you up."
have been, at that. But did you stay that I rose with a sigh of resignation, but
way?" He whipped suddenly around, paused for a moment to address Zoberg.
bending above my chair to fix his gaze "Get hold of yourself," I urged him.
upon me. "How about you, Mr. Wills?" "Get somebody in here to look after
"Of course we stayed that way," I Miss Susan, and then clarify in your
replied. mind what happened. You can help me
"Yeh? Look here, ain't you a profes- prove that it wasn't I."
sional magician?" Zoberg nodded very wearily, but did
"How did you know that?" I asked. not look up.
He . grinned widely and without "Don't neither of you go into that
warmth. "The whole town's been talk- room where the body is," O'Bryant
ing about you, Mr. Wills. A stranger warned them. "Mr. W:ills, get your coat
can't be here all day without his whole and hat."
record coming out." The grin vanished. l did so, and we left the house. The
"You' re a magician, all right, and you snow was inches deep and still falling.
can get out of handcuffs. Ain't that so?" O'Bryant led me across the street and
"Of course it's so," Zoberg answered knocked on the door of a peak·roofed
for me. "But why should that mean that house. A swarthy little man opened to
my friend has killed Mr. Gird?" us.
O'Bryant wagged his head in triumph. "There's been a murder, Jim," said
"That's what we'll find out later. Right O'Bryant importantly. "Over at Gii'd's.
now it adds up very simple. Gird was You're deputized-go and keep watch.
killed, in a room that was all sealed up. Better take the missus along, to look
Three other folks was in with him, all after Susan. She's bad cut up about it."
handcuffed to their chairs. Which of We left the new deputy in charge and
them got loose without the others catch- walked down the street, then turned into
ing on?" He nodded brightly at me, as the square. Two or three men standing
if in answer to his own question. in front of the "Pharmacy" stared curi-
Zoberg gave me a brief, penetrating ously, then whispered as we passed. An-
glance, then seemed to shrivel up in his other figure paused to give me a search-
own chair. He looked almost as ex- ing glance. I was not too stunned to be
hausted as Sus:in. I, too, was feeling near irritated.
to collapse. "Who are those?" I asked the con·
"You want to own up, Mr. Wills?" stable.
invited O'Bryant. "Town fellows," he informed me.
"I certainly do not," I snapped at him. "They're mighty interested to see what a
"You've got the wrong man." killer looks like."
"I thought," he made answer, as "How do they know about the case?"
though catching me in a damaging ad- I almost groaned.
mission, "that it was a devil, not a man, He achieved his short, hard laugh.
who killed Gird." "Didn't I say that news travels fast fo
I shook my head. "I don't know what a town like this? Half the folks are talk-
killed him." ing about the killing this minute."
"Maybe you'll remember after a "You'll find you made a mistake," I
while." He turned toward the door. assured him.
W.T.-5
66 WEIRD TALES
"If I have, I'll beg your pardon hand- f ects, palming of aces, ~ing a king
some. Meanwhile, I'll do my duty." rise to the top, and springing the pack
We were at the red brick town hall accordion-wise from one hand to the
by now. At O'Bryant's side I mounted other.
the granite steps and waited while he ''I'd sure hate to play poker with you,"
unlocked the big double door with a key volunteered O'Bryant, who had come
the size of a can-opener. . again to ga:ze at me.
"We're a kind of small town," he ob- I crossed to the grating and looked
served, half apologetically, "but there's through at him. "You've got the wrong
a cell upstairs for you. Take off your hat man," I said once more. "Even if I were
and overcoat-you' re staying inside till guilty, you couldn't keep me from talking
further notice." to a lawyer."
"Well, I'm doing it, ain't I?" he
j, "They Want to T llke the Law into taunted me. "You wait until tomorrow
Their Own Hands" and we'll go to the county seat. The
· sheriff can do whatever he wants to about
HB cell was an upper room of the a lawyer for you."
T town hall, with a heavy wooden He ceased talking and listened. I
door and a single tiny window. The walls heard the sound, too-a hoarse, dull
were of bare, unplastered brick, the floor murmur as of coal in a chute, or a dis·
of concrete and the ceiling of white- tant, lowing herd of troubled cattle.
washed planks. An oil lamp burned in "What's that?" I asked him.
a bracket. The only furniture was an O'Bryant, better able to hear in the
iron bunk hinged to the wall just below corridor, cocked his lean head for a mo-
the window, a wire-bound straight chair ment. Then he cleared his throat.
and an unpainted table. On top of this "Sounds like a lot of people talking, out in
last stood a bowl and pitcher, with play- the square," he replied. "I wonder--"
ing-cards scattered arowid them. He broke off quickly and walked away.
Constable O'Bryant locked me in and The murmur was growing. I. pressing
peered through a small grating in the close to the grating to follow the con-
door. He was all nose and eyes and wide stable with my eyes, saw that his shoul·
lips, like a sardonic Punchinello. ders were squared and his hanging fists
"Look here," I addressed him sud- doubled, as though he were sudcl.enly
denly, for the first time controlling my aware of a lurking danger.
frayed nerves; "I want a lawyer." He reached the head of the stairs and
'There ain't no lawyer in town," he dumped down, out of my sight. I turned
boomed sourly. back to the cell, walked to the bunk and,
"Isn't there a Judge Pursuivant in the stepping upon it, raised the window. To
neighborhood?" I asked, remembering the outside of the wooden frame two
something that Susan had told me. Bat straps of iron had been securely
"He don't practise law," O'Bryant bolted to act as bars. To these I dung as
grumbled, and his beaked face slid out I peered out.
of sight. I was looking from the rear of the hall
I turned to the table, idly gathered up toward the center of the square, with
the cards into a pack and shuffled them. the war memorial and the far line of
To steady my still shaky fingers, I pro- shops and houses seen dimly through a
duced a few simple sleight-of-hand ef. thick curtain of falling snow. Something
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 67
dark moved closer tn the wall beneath, of the stairs," he said. "Let's go and
and I heard a cry, as if. of menace. try to talk to them from that."
"I see his head in the window!" The whole party followed him away,
bawled a vo~ and more cries greeted and I could hear their feet on the stairs,
this statement. A moment later a heavy then the lifting of a heavy window-sash.
missile hit the wall dose to the frame. A loud aod prolonged yelling came to
I dropped back from the window and my ears, as if the gathering outside had
went once more to the grating of the sighted and recognized a line of heads
door. Through it I saw O'Bryant coming on the sill above them.
back, accompanied by several men. They "Fellow citizens!" called the stout
came close and peered through at me. man's voice, but before he could go on a
"Let me out," I urged. "That's a mob chorus of cries and hoots drowned him
out there." out. I could hear more thumps and surg-
O'Bryant nodded dolefully. "Nothing ing shoves at the creaking door.
like this ever happened here before," he Escape I must. I whipped around and
said, as if he were responsible for the fairly ran to the bunk, mounting it a sec·
town's whole history of violence. "They ond time for a peep from my window.
act like they want to take the law into Nobody was visible below; apparently
their own hands." those I had seen previously had run to
A short, fat man spoke at his elbow. the front of the hall, there to hear the
·we· re members of the town council, bellowings of the officials and take a
Mr. Wills. We heard that some of the hand in forcing the door.
citizens were getting ugly. We came here Once again I dropped tQ the floor and
to look after you. We promise full pro- began to tug at the fastenings of the
tection." bunk. It was an open oblong of metal, a
"Amen," intoned a thinner specimen, stout frame of rods strung with springy
whom I guessed to be the preacher. wire netting. It could be folded upward
"There are only half a dozen of you," against the wall and held with a catch, or
I pointed out. "Is that enough to guard dropped down with two lengths of chain
me from a violent mob?'' to keep it horizontal. I dragged the mat·
As if to lend significance to my ques- tress and blankets from it, then began a
tion, from below and in front of the close examination of ~e chains. They
building came a great shout, compounded were stoutly ma,.de, but the screw-plates
of many voices. Then a loud pounding that held them to the brick wall might
echoed through the corridor, like a be loosened. Clutching one chain with
bludgeon on stout panels. . both my hands, I tugged with all my
"You locked the door, Constable?" might, a foot braced against the wall.
asked the short man. A straining heave, and it came loose.
"Sure I did," nodded O'Bryant. At the same moment an explosion
A perfect rain of buffets sounded from echoed through the corridor at my back,
below, then a heavy impact upon the and more shouts rang through the air.
front door of the hall. I could hear the Either O'Bryant or the mob had begun to
hinges creak. shoot. Then a rending crash shook the
"They're trying to break the door building, and I heard one of the council-
down," whispered one of the council. men shouting: "Another like that and
. The short man turned resolutely on his the door will be down!"
heel. "There's a window at the landing His words inspired additional speed
68 WEIRD TALES
within me. I took the loose end of the out. A lapel of my jacket tore against
chain in my hand. Its links were of the frame, but I made it. Oinging by the
twisted iron, and the final one had been other bar, I made out at my side a nar-
sawed through to admit the loop of the row band of perpendicular darkness
screw-plate, then damped tight again. against the wall, and clutched at it. It
But my frantic tugging had widened this was a tin drainpipe, by the feel of it.
narrow cut once more, and quickly I An attack was being made upon the
freed it from the dangling plate. Then, door of the cell. The wood splintered
folding the bunk against the wall, I drew before a torrent of blows, and I heard
the chain upward. It would just reach to people pushing in.
the window-that open link would hook "He's gone!" yelled a rough voice,
around one of the flat bars. and, a moment later: "Hey, look at the
window!"
T HB noise of breakage rang louder in
the front of the building. Once
more I heard the voice of the short coun-
I had hold of the drainpipe, and gave
it my entire weight. Next instant it had
tom loose from its flimsy supports and
cilman: "I command you all to go home,
bent sickeningly outward. Yet it did not
before Constable O'Bryant fues on you
let me down at once, acting rather as a
again!"
slender sapling to the top of which an
'We got guns, too!" came back a de-
adventuresome boy has sprung. Still hold-
fiant shriek, and in proof of this state-
ing to it, I fell sprawling in the snow
ment came a rattle of shots. I heard an
twenty feet beneath the window I had
agonized moan, and the voice of the
quitted. Somebody shouted from above
minister: ''Are you hit?"
and a gun spoke. ·
"In the shoulder," was O'Bryant's
deep, savage reply. "Get him!" screamed many voices.
My chain fast to the bar, I pulled "Get him, you down below!"
back and down on the edge of the bunk. But I was up and running for my life.
It gave some leverage, but not enough- The snow-filled square seemed to whip
the bar was fastened too solidly. Desper- away beneath my feet.. Dodging around
ate, I clambered upon the iron frame- the war memorial, I came face to face
work. Gaining the sill, I moved sidewise, with somebody in a bearskin coat. He
then turned and braced my back against shouted for me to halt, in the reedy voice
the wall. With my feet against the edge of an ungrown lad, and the fierce-set
of the bunk, I thrust it away with all the face that shoved at me had surely never
strength in both my legs. A creak and a felt a razor. But I, who dared not be
ripping sound, and the bar pulled slowly merciful even to so untried an enemy,
out from its bolts. struck with both fists even as I hurtled
But a roar and thunder of feet told me against him. He whimpered and dropped,
that the throng outside had gained en- and I, springing over his falling body,
trance to the hall at last. dashed on.
I heard a last futile flurry of protesting A wind was rising, and it bore to me
cries from the councilmen as the steps the howls of my pursuers from the direc-
echoed with the charge of many heavy tion of the hall. Two or three more guns
boots. I waited no longer, but swung went off, and one bullet whickered over
myself to the sill and wriggled through my head. By then I had reached the ·far
the narrow space where the bar had come side of the square, hurried across the
nm HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
street and up an alley. The snow, still Devil's Croft, its tops seeming to toss
falling densely, served to bafile the men and fall like the black waves of a high-
who ran shouting in my wake. Too, pent sea.
nearly everyone who had been on the It was an inspiration, helped by the
Mreets had gone to the front of the hall, shouts of the mob. Nobody went into
and except for the boy at the memorial that grove---a.voidance of it had become
none offered to tum me back. a community habit, almost a community
I came out upon a street beyond tlie instinct. Even if my enemies paused only
square, quiet and ill-lit. Along this way, temporarily I could shelter well among
I remembered, I could approach the Gird the trunks, catch my breath, perhaps hide
home, where my automobile was parked. indefinitely. And surely Zoberg would
Once at the wheel, I could drive to the be recovered, would back up my protest
county seat and demand protection from of innocence. With two words for it,
the sheriff. But, as I came cautiously near the fantasy would not seem so ridiculous.
the place and could see through the bliz- All this I sorted over in my mind as I
urd the outline of the car, I heard loud ran toward the Devil's Croft.
voices. A part of the mob had divined
my intent and had branched off to meet Another rail fence rose in my way. I
me. feared for a moment that it would baffle
I ran down a side street, but they had me, so fast and far had I run and so
seen me. "There he is!" they shrieked greatly drained away was my strength.
at one another. "Plug him!" Bullets Yet I scrambled over somehow, slipped
struck the wall of. a house as I fled past and fell beyond, got up and ran crooked-
it, and the owner, springing to the door ly on. ·The trees were dose now. Closer.
with an angry protest, joined the chase Within a dozen yards. Behind me I
a moment later. heard oaths and warning exclamations.
The pursuit was ceasing at last.
WAS panting and staggering by now, I found myself against dose-set ever-
I and so were most of my pursuers. greens; that would be the hedge of which
· Only three or four, lean young athletes, Susan Gird had told me. Pushing
were gaining and coming even dose to between and through the interlaced
my heels. With wretched determination branches, I hurried on for five or six
I maintained my pace, winning free of steps, cannoned from a big tree-trunk.
the dose-set houses of the town, wrig- went sprawling, lifted myself for another
gling between the rails of a fence and brief run and then, with my legs like
striking off through the drifting snow of strips of paper, dropped once more. I
a field. crept forward on hands and knees. Final-
"Hey, he's heading for the Croft!" ly I collapsed upon my face. The weight
someone was wheezing, not far behind. of all I had endured-the seance, the
"Let him go in," growled another run- horrible death of John Gird, my arrest,
ner. "He'll wish he hadn't." my breaking from the cell and my wild
Yet again someone fired, and yet again run for life-overwhelmed me as I lay.
the bullet went wide of me; moving Thus I must lie, I told myself hazily,
swiftly, and half veiled by the dark and until they came and caught me. I heard,
the wind-tossed snowfall, i was a bad or fancied I heard, movement near by,
t'AIBef that night. And, lifting my head, then a trilling whistle. A signal? It
I saw indeed the dense timber of the sounded like the song of a little frog.
70 WEffiD TALES
Odd thought in this blizzard. I was I rose to my elbows. A white .flower
thinking foolishly of frogs, while I bobbed and swayed before my nose,
sprawled fac.e down in the sno~. • • • shedding perfume upon me.
But where was the snow? Far away, as though in another world,
There was damp underneath, but it I heard the rising of the wind that was
was warm damp, like that of a riverside beating the snow into great drifts-but
in July. In my nostrils was a smell of that was outside the Devil's Croft.
green life, the smell of parks and hot-
houses. My fists closed upon something. In the fuclnating next installment of this story, Talbot
Wills comes face to face in mortal combat with the
Two handfuls of soft, crisp moss! fri&htful tenor of the Devil' 1 Croft. Reserve your copy
at your magazine dealer's now.
:Jhe JG,iry Ones Shall DanCe
By GANS T. FIELD
T
ALBOT WILLS, the narrator, has for human habit
.given up a career as a stage magi- I
and narcotic-depenaence that my first
cian to study psychic phenomena. action upon rising was to pull out a dg·
Though a skeptic, he is on good terms arette and light it.
with Doctor Otto Zoberg, a lecturing ex- The match flared briefjy upon rich
pert on: spiritism and other occult sub- greenness. I might have been iµ . a sub-
jects. Zoberg, seeking to convert him, tropical swamp. Theri · the little flame
takes him to an isolated hamlet where a winked out and the only glow was the
· spirit medium of unusual powers is .lo- tip of my cigarette, I gazed upward for
cated. a glimpse of the sky, but found only
Wills finds the medium an attractive darkness. Leafy branches made a roof
young woman, Susan Gird. A seance is over me. My brow felt damp. It was
held in the Gird home, where, though all sweat-warm sweat.
are handcuffed, a strange wolf-like shape I held the coal of the cigarette to my
moves in the dark. When Susan Gird's wrist-watch, It seemed to have stopped,
~ I lifted it to my ear. No tic,king-
father cries out some sort of accusation,
the shape springs upon him and rends urtdoubtedly I had jammed it into silence,
him to death. The town constable comes perhaps at the seance, perhaps during my
to investigate and, inasmuch as Wills is escape from prison and the mob. The
a magician and escape artist, accuses him hands pointed to eighteen minutes past
of the murder. , eight, and it was certainly much later
than that. I wished for the electric. torch
Wills is confined in a cell. When an · that I had dropped. in . the dining-room
angry mob gathers to lynch him, he at Gird' s, then was glad I had not
breaks out, flees through the town and brought it to flash my position to possible
across a snow-covered field toward the watchers outside the grove.
Devil's Croft, a mysterious grove which yet the tight cedar hedge and the in-
by custom is never entered 1:5y the towns- ner belts of trees and bushes, richly foli-
people. As he ente.rs it, he falls, ex- aged as they must be, would . certainly
hausted. Lying thus, he realizes that, hi4e me and any light I might make. I
though a blizzard is raging outside the felt considerably stronger in body and
grove, inside are leaves; moss, flowers arid will by now, and made shift to walk
grass, and that the air is as warm as gropingly toward the center of the tim-
though it were midsummer. her-clump. Once, stooping to finger the
The story continues; ground on which I walked, I felt not only
212 This sf-Ory begaii In WEIBD TALES for .January.
THE HAffiY ONES SHALL DANCE 213
moss but soft grass. Again, a hanging I struck a match, hoping to see a way
vine dragged across my face. It was wet, across. The stream was not more than
as if from condensed mist, and it bore three feet in width, and it flowed slowly
sweet flowers that showed dimly like lit- from the interior of the grove. In that
tle pallid trumpets in the dark direction hung low mists, through which
The frog-like chirping that I had heard broad leaves gleamed wetly. On my side
when first I fell had been going on with- its brink was fairly clear, but on the other
out cessation. It was much nearer now, grew lush, dripping bushes. I felt in the
and when I turned in its direction, I saw stream once more, and found it was little
a little glimmer of water. Two more care- more than a finger d~p. Then, holding
ful steps, and my foot sank into wet, the end of the match in my fingers, I
warm mud. I stooped and put a hand stooped as low as possible, to see what I
into a tiny stream, almost as warm as could of the nature of the ground beneath
the air. The- frog, whose home I was dis- the bushes.
turbing, fell silent once more. The small beam carried far, and I let
214 WEIRD TALES
myself think•of Shakespeare's philoSQphy Not so my unchancy companion of the
anent the. candle and the good deed . in a broOk, for I heard a heavy body crashing
naughty world. Then philorophy and among twigs and branches to one side.
Shakespeare flew from my mind, for I I began to ask myself, as I hurried, what
saw beneath the bushes the feet of-of the beast could be-for I was sure that
what stood behind them. it was a beast. A dog from some farm·
They were two in number, those feet; house, that did not know or understand
but not even at first glimpse did I think the law against entering the Devil's
they were human. I had an impression of Croft? That I had seen only two feet did
round pedestals and calfless shanks, dark not -preclude two more, I now assured
and hairy. They moved as I looked, inyself, and I would have welcomed a
moved cautiously closer, as if their owner b.ig, friendly dog. Yet. I did not knaw
was equally anxious to see me. I dropped that this one was friendly, and could not
the match into the stream and sprang up bid myself to stop and see.
and back. The lane wound suddenly to the right,
No pursuer from the town would have and then into a clearing.
feet like 1:hat. Here, too, the br~ches overhead kept
My heart began to pound as it had out the snow and the light, but things
never pounded during my race for life. I were visible ever so slightly. I stood as if
clutched at the low limb of a tree, hopfu.g in a room, earth-floored, trunk-walled,
to tear it loose for a possible weapon of leaf-thatched. And I paused for a breath
defense; the woo.d was rotten, and almost -it was. more damply warm than ever.
crumpled in my grasp. With that breath came some strange new
"Who's there?". I challenged, but most serenity of spirit, even an amused self.
unsteadily and without much menace in mockery. What had I seen and heard,
my voice. For answer the bushes rustled indeed? I had come into the grove after
yet again, and something blacker than a terrific hour or so of danger and exer·
they showed itself among them. tion, and my mind had at once busied
I cannot be ashamed to say that I re- itself in building grotesque dangers where .
treated again, farther this time; let him no dangers could be. Have another
who has had a: like experience decide smoke, I said to myself, and get hold of
whether to blame me. Feeling my way your imagination; already that pursuit·
among the trees, I put several stout st~ noise you fancied has gone. Alone in the
between me and that lurker by the water- clearing and .the dark, I smiled as thoogh
side. They would not fence it off, but to mock myself back into self-confidence,
might baffle it for a moment. Mean- Even this. little patch of summer night
while; I heard the water splash. It w~ into which I had blundered from the
wading cautiously through-it was going heart of the blizzard-even it had some
to follow me. good and probably simple explanation. I
I found myself standing in a sort of fished out a cigarette and struck a light.
lane, and did not bother until later to At that moment I was facing the bosky
wonder how a lane could exist in that tunnel from which I .!_lad emerged into
grove where no man ever walked. !t was the open space. My matchlight struck
« welcome avenue of flight to me, and I two sparks in that tunnel, two sparks that
went along it at a swift:, crouching run. were pushing stealthily toward me. Eyes
The footing, as everyWhere, was damp of fire?
and mossy, and l made very little noise. Cigarette and match fell from my;
TI:IE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 215
hands. For one wild half-instant I thought swayed rhythmically like the head of a
of flight, then knew with a throat-stop- snake before striking. The rush was com-
ping certainty that I must not turn my ing, and I knew it.
back on this thing. I planted my feet and "Come on!" I dared it again. 'What
clenched by fists. are you waiting for? I'm not chained
~'Who's there?" I cried, as once before down, like Gird. I'll give you a devil of
at the side of the brook. a fight."
This time I had an answer. It was a I ha.d my fists up and I feinted, boxer-
4oarse, deep-chested rumble, it might wise, with a little weaving jerk of the
have been a growl or an oath. And a knees. The blot of blackness started vio-
shadow stole out from the lane, straight- lently, ripped out a snarl from somewhere
ening up almost within reach of me. inside it, and sprang at me.
I had seen that silhouette before, mis- I had an impression of paws flung out
shapen and point-eared, in the dining- and a head twisted sidewise, with long
room of John Gird. teeth bared to snap at my throat. Prob-
ably it meant to clutch my shoulders with
7. "Had the Thing Beef? So Hairy?'' its fingers-it had them, I had felt them
on my knee at the seance. But I had
T DID not charge at once, or I might planned my own campaign in those tense
I have been killed then, like John Gird, seconds. I slid my left foot forward as
and the writing of this account left to the enemy lunged, and my left fist drove
another hand. While it closed cautiously for the muzzle. My. knuckles barked
in, I was able to set myself for defense. against the huge, inhuman teeth, and I
I also made out some of its details, and brought over a roundabout right, with
hysterically imagined more. shoulder and hip driving in back of it.
Its hunched back and narrow shoulders The head, slanted as it was, received this
gave nothing of weakness to its appear- right .fist high on the brow. I felt the
ance, suggesting rather an inhuman pleni- impact of solid bone, and the body floun-
tude of bone and muscle behind. At first dered away to my left. I broke ground
it was crouched, as if on all-fours, but right, turned and raised my hands as be-
then it reared. For all its legs were bent, fore. ·
its great length of body made it consider- "Want any more of the same?" I
ably taller thaq. I. Upper limbs-I hesi- · taunted it, as I would a human antago-
tate at calling them arms-;--sparred quest- nist after scoring.
ingly at me. The failure of its attack had been only
. I moved a stri<:le backward, but kept temporary. My blows had set it off bal-
my face to the enemy. ance, but could hardly have been decisive.
"You killed Gird!" I accused it, in a I .heard a coughing snort, as though ~he
voice ·steady enough but rather strained thing's muzzle was bruised, and it quar-
and shrill. "Come on and kill me! I tered around toward me once more.
promise you a damned hard bargain Without warning and with amazing speed
of it." it rushed. · '
The creature shrank away in turn, as I had no time to set myself now. I did
though it understood the words and was try to leap backward, but I was not quick
momentarily daunted by them. Its head, enough. It had me; gripping the lapels
which I could not make out, sank low of my coat and driving me down and over
before those crooked shoulders · and with its flying weight. I felt the wet
216 WEIRD TALES
gm1and spia under my heels, and then it came suddenly unreasoning. I fled as be-
ca.me flying up agai:JSt my shoulders. In· fore, this time without a thought of where
stinctively -I . had clutched upward at a I was going or what I would de;>, The for·
throat with my right hand, clutched a bidden grove, lately· so welcome as a
handful of skin, loose and rankly sha&,oY· refuge, swarmed with evil. I reached the
My left, also by instinct, flew backward edge of the clearing, glanced back once.
to break my fall. It closed on something The thing I had stricken down was be-
hard, round and smooth. ginning to stir, to get up. I ran from it
The rank odor that I had known at the as from a devil.
seance was falling around me like a blan- Somehow I had come to the stream
ket, and the dashing white teeth shoved again, or to another lif\e it. The current
nearer, nearer. But the rock in my left moved more swiftly at this point, wi~h
hand spelled sudden hope. Without try- a noticeable murmur. As I tried to. spring
i:ng to roll out from uncler, I smote with across I landed short, and gasped in sud·
that rock. My dutch on the hairy throat den pain, for the water was scalding hot.
helped me to. judge accurately where the Of such are the waters of hell. . . •
head would be. A moment later, and the
struggling bulk above me went limp un·
de.r the impaO:. Shoving it aside, I scram- I CANNOT remember my flight through
that steaming swamp that might have
bled free and gained my feet once more. been a comer of Satan's own park. some-
The monster lay mo-tranless where I where along the way I found a tough,
had thrust it from me. Every nerve a-tin- fleshy stem, small enough to rend from
gle, I stooped. My hand poised the rock its rooting and wield as a club. With it
-for anothe.r smashing blow, but there was in my hand I paused, with a rather foolish
no sign of tight from the fallen shape. I desire to return along my line of retreat
could hear only a gusty breathing, as of for another and decisive encounter with
something _in stunned pain. the shaggy being. But what if it would
"Lie dglit where you are, yoo murder- foresee my c0ming a.nd lie in wait? I ·
ing brute," I cautioned it, my voice ring· knew how swiftly it could spring, how
ing exultant as I realized I had won. "If strong was its grasp. Once at close quar·
you move, I'll smash your skull in." ters, my dub would be useless, and those
My right hand groped in my pocket teeth might find their objective. · 1 cast
for a match~ struck it on the back of my aside the impulse, that had welled from
leg. I bent still closer for a clear look at I know not what primitive core of me,
my enemy. and hurried on.
· Had the thing been so hairy? Now, as Evergreens were before me on a sud-
I gazed, it seemed only sparsely furred. den, and through them filtered a blast of
The ears, too, were blunter than I cold air. The edge of the grove, and be'\'
thought, and the muzzle not w.--:- yond it the snow and the open sky, per~
Why1 it was half human! Even as I haps: a resumption of the hunt by the
watched, it was becoming more human mob; but capture and death at their
still, a sprawled human figure! A.od, as hands would be clean and welcome com·
the fur seemed to vanish in patches, was pared to--
it clothing I saw, as though th.rough the Feet s.quelched in the dampness be-
rents in a bearskin overcoat? hind me.
My senses: churned in my own head, I pivotM with a hysterical oath, and
The fea.r that had ridden me all t1ight be· s:wung up my club in readiness to strike.
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 217
The great dark cn:rtline that 1:ro.d come behind when I dropped out of politics
lllif'OO' me took one step doser, then and practise-on, I was active m Stich
paused. I sprang at it, struck an<l missed things, ten y-ears ago up North"-a.00 rook
as it d'odged ·to one side. up meditation."
"All right then, let's have it ant;t I "fve heard that you keep to yonrself,"
f.IWla:ged ro blurt, though my voice was 1 tot<! him.
drying np..m my throat "Come.
on, show "You heard correctly. My black serv-
yau-r f ace: ant does .the. shopping .and brings me the
~1'm not here to fight you," a good- gossip. Most 0£ the time it bores me, but
natured voice assured me. "Why, I sel- not today, when I learned about you and
dom even a:rgue, €Xcept with proven the killing of John Gircf-. -"
friends..'• "And yru came looking for me?"
I relaxed a trifle, but did not l&we.r my "Of course. By the way, that was a
duh~ "Who- are you?-" w~ impulse, ducking into the Devil's
"Jndge Keith Pursuivant," was the Croft."
levd response, as though I had not just But I shuddered, and not with the chill
.finished trying to kill him. "You must af the outer night. He made a. nwtirui
be the young man they' re so anxious to for me to come along, and we beg.m
hang, back in· to.wn. Is that ri:ght?" tramping through the soft snow toward
I made oo answer. a distant light under the' shadow at a hill.
·~silf'!'Ke makes admission/' the st.ran- Meanwhile I told him something of my
ger said. "Wetl, come along to my house. recent a;dventures:1 saving for the last my
"fhl.s: grove is between it and town, and stmggle with the monster· in the grove.
trobo&y will bother us for the night, at He heard me through, whistling
least." · through his teeth at vatiou5 points~ At
the end of my narrative he muttered oo
8. "A Trick that Almost Killed You;" himself:
•"The hairy ones shall dance--"
"What was that, six?" l broke in~ with-
W HEN I stepped into die open with
Judge Keith Pursuivant:, the· snow out .tnuch courtesy.
ha:d ceased and a foll moon glared "I was quoting from the prophet Isa-
through a rip in the clouds, making dia. iah. He was speaking of ruined: Babyk»,.
mood dust of the sugary drifts.. By its not a strange transplanted bit of the trop-
llight I saw my comparrion with some de- ics, but ofue.rwise it falls. pat. Suggestive
gree of plaimiess-a man of gl'eat height of a demon-festivaL 'The hairy ones shall ·
and girth, with ~ wide black hat· and a dance there.' "
voluminous gray ulster. Hfa' face W"3.S as "'Ismah, you. sa.y? I used to be some--
round as the moon itself, at least as slliQy, thing of a Bible .reader, but I'm afraid l
and much warmer to look at. A broad don't remembeE the passage."
bulbous: nose and broad bulbous eyes He smiled sidewise at me. "But J'm
bem:ied at .11il€, while under a drooping translating direct from the original, Mr.
blond mustache a smile seemed' to be -'Wills. is the name, eh? The original
kirking. .Apparently he coosid'ered the Hebrew of the prophet Isaiah, whoever
situation a. pleas3.!If one. he was. The classic-ridden compilers oi
"1' m not one gf the mob," he informed the King James Vetsion have satyrs danc-
me 11€a5Smingly. "These pastimes of the ing, and the pcvsak Revised V ers.icn of•
to.w.n d(). oot attract me. I left such fuings fers nothing more startling than ~
218 WEIRD TALES
But Isaiah and the rest of the ancient peo· A squat negro with a sensitive brown
ples knew that there were 'hairy ones.' face appeared from a door at the back of
Perhaps you encountered one of that in· the house.
teresting breed tonight." "Bring in a bathrobe and slippers for
"I don't want to encounter it a second this ge_ntleman," ordered Judge Pursui-
time," I confessed, and again I shud· vant, and himself assisted me to take off
dered. my muddy jacket. Thankfully I peeled
"That is something we will talk over off my other garments, and when the serv·
more fully. What do you think of the ant appeared with the robe I slid into it
Turkish bath accommodations you have with a sigh.
just left behind?" 'Tm in your hands) Judge Pursuivant,"
"To tell you the truth, I don't know I said. "If you want to turn me
what to think. Growing green stuff and over-·-"
a tropical temperature, with snow out· "I might surrender you to an officer," .
side--" he interrupted, "but never to a lawless
He waved the riddle away. "Easily mob. You'd better sit here for a time-
and disappointingly explained, Mr. Wills. and talk to me." ·
Hot springs." Near the fire was a desk, with an arm·
l st-0pped still, shin·deep in wet snow. chair at either side of it. We took seats,
"What!" I ejaculated. and when William returned from dispos-
"Oh, I've been there many times, in ing of my wet clothes, he brought along
defiance of local QiStom and law..:._J'm a tray with a bottle of whisky, a siphon
not a native, you see." Once more his and some glasses. The judge prepared
warming smile. "There are at least three two drinks and handed on~ to me. At
springs, and the thick growth of trees his insistence, I talked for some time
makes a natural enclosure, roof and walls, about the seance ·and the events leading
to hold in the damp heat. It's not the _u p to it.
only place of its kind in the world, Mr. "Remarkable," mused Judge Pursui-
Wms. But the thing you met fhere is a vant. Then his great shrewd eyes studied
trifle more difficult of expl~nation. Come me. "Don't go to sleep there, Mr. Wills.
on home-we'll both feel better when we I know you' re tired, but I want to talk
sit down." lycanthropy." --
t "Lycanthropy?" I repeated. "You mean
the journey in half an the scieace of the werewolf?" I smiled
W E FINISHED
hour. Judge Pursuivant's house
was stoutly made of heavy hewn timbers,
and sh__ook my head .. 'Tm afraid I'm no
authority, sir. Anyway, this was no witch-
somewhat resembling certain lodges I had craft-it was a bona fide spirit seance,
seen in England. Inside was a large, low· with ectoplasm."
ceilinged room with a hanging .oil lamp "Hum!" snorted the judge. "Wi~dl
and a welcome open fire. A fat blond cat craft, spiritism! Did it ever occur to you
came leisurely forward to greet us. Its that they might be one and the same
broad, good-humored face, large eyes and thing?"
drooping whiskers gave it somewhat of "Inasmuch as I never believed in either
a resemblance to its master. of them, it never did occur to me."
"Better get your 'things off," advised Judge . Pursuivant finished his drink
the judge._ He raised his voice. "Wil· and wiped his m~tache. "Skepticism
liam!" does not become you too well, Mr. Wills,
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 219
the Acts of the Apostles, twentieth chap- spectacled eyes. "Well, Mr. Wills? 'How
ter, twenty-ninth verse. 'Ravenous wolves do those names sound to you?"
shall enter among you, not sparing the "-Why, like the names of honest Ger·
flock.' Apparently that disturbing possi- man citizens." ·
bility exists even tod~y." "Exactly. Honest, respectable, solid.
He leafed through the book. "Do you And their testimony is hard to pass off
know," he asked, "that Summers gives with a laugh, even at this distance in
literally dozens of instances ·of lycan- time, eh?" _
thropy, things that are positively known He had almost made me see those
to have happened?" _ witnesses, leather-jerkined and broad-
I took another sip of whisky and water. breeched, with hea"¥ jaws ahd squinting
..Those are only legends, surely." eyes, taking their turn at the quill pen
''They are nothing of the sort!" The · with which they set their names to thaf
judge's eyes protruded even more in his bizarre document. "With divers others
earnestQess, and he tappeq the pages with that have seen the same" -perhaps too
an excited forefinger. "There are four frightened to hold pen or make signa-
excellent cases listed in his chapter on ture. . . .
France alone-sworn to, tried and sen- "Still," I said slowly, "Germany of the
tenced by courts--" Renaissance, the Sixteenth Century; and
"But weren't they during the Middle there have been so many changes since."
Ages?" I .suggested. ' "Werewolves have gone out of fashion,
He shook his great head. "No, during you mean? Ah, you admit that they might
the Sixteenth Century, the peak of the have existed." He fa:rly beamed h:s tri-
Renaissance~ Oh, don't smile at the age, umph. "So have beards eone out of fash-
Mr. Wills. It produced Shakespeare, Ba- ion, but they will sprout again if we lay
con, Montaigne, Galileo, Leonardo, Mar- down our razors. Let's go at it another
tin Luther; Descartes and Spinoza were way. Let's talk about materialization-
its legltunat-e children, and Voltaire build- ectoplasm - for the momei;it." He re-
ed upon it. Yet werewolves were known, laxed, and across his great girth his fin-
seen, convicted--·" gertips sought one another. "Suppose you
"Convicted on what grounds?" I inter- explain, briefly and simply, what ecto-
rupted quickly, for I was beginning to plasm is considered to be.''
reflect his warmth. , I was turning toward the back of Ri-
For answer he turned more pages: chet' s book. "It's in here, Judge Pursui-
"Here is the full account of the case of vant. To be brief ~d simple, as you say,
Stubbe Peter, or Peter Stumpf," he certain mediums apparently exude an un-
said. "A contemporary record, telling of classified material called ectoplasm. This,
Stumpfs career in and-out of wolf-form, · at first light and vaporescent, becomes
his capture in the very aq of shifting firm and takes shape, either upon the
shape, his confession and execution-all body·of the medium or as a separate and
near Cologne in the year 1589. Listen.'' living creature."
He read aloud: "'Witnesses that this . "And you don't believe in this phe-
is true. Tyse Artyne. William Brewar. nomenon?" he prompted, with something
Adolf Staedt. George Bores. With di- of insistence.
vers others that have seen the same.' " "I have never said that I didn't," I re-
Slamming the book shut, he looked up at plied truthfully, "even before my experi-
me, the twinkle coming back into his ence of this evening went so far toward
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.. 'In.the beginning was the Word, and only as a routine check-up. They must
the Word was with God, and the Word have visited every house within miles. Oh,
was God. The same was' in the beginning turning them away was easy. I feigned
with God. All things were made by him; wild enthusiasm for the manhunt, and
and without him was not anything made asked if I .couldnJ come along."
that was made. . • .' " He smiled reminiscently, his mustache
stirring like a rather gen.ial blond snake.
10. "Blood-lust and Compassion." "Then what?" I prompted him, dab-
I.
bing on more lather.
T MAY seem incredible that later in the "Why, they were delighted. I took a
,ni~htI slept like a dead pig; yet I had rifle and spent a few hours on the trail.
reason. , You weren't to be found at all, so we
First of all there was the weariness that returned to town. Excitement. reigns
had followed my dangers and exertions; tl~ere, you can believe."
then Judge Pursuivant' s whisky and logic "What kind of excitement?"
combined to reassure me; finally, the
·leather couch in his study, its surface com- "Blood-lust and compassion. Since
fortably hollowed by much reclining ' Constable O'Bryant is wounded, his
~ereon, was a sedative in itself. He gave
younger brother, a._ strong advocate of
me two quilts, very warm and very light, your immediate capture and execution, is
and left me alone. I did not stir until a serving as a volunteer guardian of the
rattle of breakfast dishes awakened me. peace. He's acting on an old appointment
by his brother as deputy, to serve without
William, the judge's servant, had care-
pay. He told the council-a badly scared
fully brushed my clothes. My shoes also
group--that he has sent for help to the _
showed free of mud, though they still
county seat, but I am sure he did nothing
felt damp and clammy. The judge him-
of the kind. Meanwhile, the Croft is sur·
self furnished me with a dean shirt and
rounded by scouts, who hope to 'catch you
socks, both items very loose upon me, and sneaking out' of it. And ·the women of
lent me his razor.
the town are looking after Susan Gird
"Some friends of yours callecl during and your friend, the Herr Doktor."
the night," he told me dryly. I had finished shaving. "How is Doc-
"Friends?" tor Zoberg?" I inquired through the
"Yes, from the town. Five of them, towel.
with ropes and guns. Tliey announced "Still pr-etty badly shaken up. I tried
very definitely that they intended to deco- to get in and see him, but it was impos-
rate the flagpole in the public square with sible. 1 understand he went out for a
your corpse. There was also some infor- while, early in the evening, but almost
mal talk about drinking your blood. We collapsed. Just now he is completely sur-
may have vampires as well as werewolves rounded by cooing old ladies with soup
hereabouts." and herb tea. Miss Gird was feeling
· I almost cut my lip with the razor. much better, and talked to me for a
"How did you get rid of them?" I asked while. I'm· not really on warm terms with
quickly. "They must have followed my the town, you know; people think it's in-
tracks.'' .decent for me to live out here alone and
"Lucky there was more snow after we not give them a chance to gossip about
got in," he replied, "and they came here me. So I was pleasurably .surprized to get
224 WEIRD TALES
a kind word from Miss Susan. She told "Perhaps not. You mean that a new
me, very softly for fear someone might mind, as- well as a new body, may invest
overhear, that she hopes you aren't the werewolf---01 ectoplasmic medinm-
caught. She is Stll'~ that you did not kill at time of change." .
her father." I jerked my head in agreemet'lt.
We went into his <!lining-room, where "Then Susan Gird, as she is normally,
William offered pancakes; fried bacon must be innocent. Come, Mr. Wills!
and the strongest black coffee I ever Would you blame ·poor old_ Doctor Jekyll
tasted. In the midst of it all, I put down for the crimes of his alter ego, ~
my fork and faced the judge suddenly. Hyde?"
· He grinned above his cup. "I wouldn't want te live in the same
_'Well, Mr. Wills? 'Stung by the house with Doctor Jekyll."
splendor of a sudden thought'-all you Judge Pursuivant burst into a roar of
need is a sensitive hand clasped to your laughter, at _which William, bringing
inspired brow." fresh supplies from the kitchen, almost
"You said," I reminded him, "that dropped his tray. "So romance enters the
Susan Gird is sure that I didn't kill her field of psychic research!" the judge
father." crowed at me.
"So I did." I stiffened, outraged. "Judge Pu.rsui-
"She tolcf you that herself. She also vant, I certainly did not--"
seemed cahn, self-contained, instead of in "I know, you didn't say it, but again I
mourning for- ' -" anticipated you. So it's not the thought
"Oh, come, come!'~ He paused to shift of her possible unconscious crime, but the
a full half-dozen cakes to his plate chance of comfortable companionship that
and skilfully drenched them with syrup. perplexes you." He stopped laughing
..That's rather ungratefl,ll of you, Mr. suddenly. 'Tm sorry, Wills. Forgive me.
Wills, suspe~g her of parricide." I shouldn't laugh at this, or indeed at
"Did I say that?" I protested, feeling any aspect of the whole very serious busi-
my ears turning bright red. ness."
"You would have if I hadn't broken I could hardly take real offense at the
your sentence in the middle," he accuse-9_, man who had rescued and sheltered me,
and put a generous portion of pancake and I said so. We finished breakfast, and
into his mouth. As he chewed he twin- he sought his overcoat .and wide hat.
kled at me through his pince-nei, and I •'I'm off for town again," he an·
felt unaccountably foolish. nounced. "There are one or tw-0 points
"1-f Susan Gird had truly killed her to be settled there, for your safety and my
father," he resumed, after swallowing, satisfaction. Do you mind being left
"she would be more adroitly· theatrical. alone? There's an interesting lot of books
She would weep, swear vengeance on his in my stlldy. You might like to look_ at
murdere.c,_ and be glad to hear that some- a copy of Dom Calmet' s Dissertatiom, if
one else had been accused of the crime. you read French; also a rather slovenly
She would even invent details to help in- Wicked Bible, signed by Pierre De Lan-
criminate that someone else." cre. J. W. Wickwar, the witchcraft au:.
"Perhaps she doesn't know that she tbority, thinks that such a thing does not
.killed him," I offered. exist, but I know of two others. Or. if
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THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 225
you feel that you' re having enough of This came to the bottom of the page,
demonology in real life, you will find a where someone, undoubtedly Pursuivant,
whole row of light novels, including most had written: "Ointment and·girdle sound
of P. G. Wodehouse." He held out his as if they might have a scientific expla-
hand in farewell. "William will get you nation," And, in the same script, but
anything you want. There's tobacco and smaller, the following notes filled the
a choice of pipes on my -desk. Whisky, margin .beside:
too, though you don't l9ok like the sort
that drinks before noon." Possible Werewolf Motivations
I. Involuntary lycanthropy.
With that he was gone, and I watched 1. Must have blood to drink (connection
him from the windo:w. He moved sturdily with vampirism?).
2. Must have secrecy.
across the bright snow to a shed, slid 3. Driven to desperation by wntemplatiag
open its door and, entered. Soon there # horror of own position.
emerged a sedan, oid but well-kept, with II: Volunraiy lycanthropy.
1. Will to do evil.
the judge at the wheel. He drove away 2. Will to exert power through fear.
down a snow-filled road toward town. IIL Contributing factors to becoming werewolf.
1. Loneliness and dissatisfaction.
I did not know what to envy most in 2. Hunger for forbidden foods . (hutrn1t1
flesh, etc.).
him, his learning, his assurance or his 3. Scorn and hate of fellow men, general or
good-nature. The assurance, I decided specific.
once; then it occurred to me that he was 4. Occult curi-Osity.
5. Simon-pure insanity (Satanist complex).
in nothing like the awkward position I Are any or all of these .traits to be found in
held. He was only a sympathetic ally- · werewolf
but why was he that, even? I tried to Fifld one 411J ark it.
analyze his motives, and could not.
quite enough lycanthropy
IT'l'ING down in his study, I saw on the
T forHAT was
the present, so far as I was con-
S desk the Montague Summers book on cerned.
from the
I drew a book
shelf-I.seem
of Mark Twa.i~
to remember it aS
werewolves. It lay open at page 111, and
· my eyes lighted at once upon a passage Tom Sawyer Abroad-and read all the
underscored. in ink-apparently some time morning. Noon came, and I was about
ago, for the mark was beginning to rust to ask the jU<fge's negro servant for some
a trifle. It included a quotation from RPs- lunch, when he appeared in the door of
tit11tion of Decayed Intelligence, written the sti.idy.
by Richard Rowlands in 1605: "Someone with a message, sah," he an-
" •.. wefe-wolues are certaine sorcerers,- noilnced, and drew aside to admit Susan
who hauvin annoynted their bodyes, with Gird.
an oyntment which they make by the in- I fairly sprang to my feet, dropping
stinct of the deuil; and putting on a cer- my book upon the desk. She advanced
tain inchanted girdel, do not only vnto sfowly into the room, her pale face grave
the view of others seeme as wolues, but but friendly. I saw that her eyes were
to their own thinking haue both the shape darkly circled, and that her cheeks showed
and the nature of wolues, so long as they gaunt, as if with strain and weariness.
weare the said girdel. And they do dis· She put out a hand, and I took it.
pose theselves as uery wolues, in wurry- "A message?" I repeated William's
ing and killing, and moste of humaine words.
creatures." "Why, yes." She achieved a smile, and
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226 WEIRD TALES
I was glad to see it, for both our sakes. you-the crowd gathered at the town hall
"Judge Pursuivant got ·me to one side -he gathered his strength and went out,
and said fur me to come here. You and to see if he could help defend or rescue
I are to talk the thing over." you. He was gone about an hour and
"You mean, last night?" She nodded, then he returned, bruised about the face.
and I asked further, "How did you get Somebody of .the mob had handled him
here?" roughly, I think. He's resting at our place
"Your car. I don't drive very well, but now, with a hot compress on his eye."
I managed." · "Good man!" I applauded. "At least
I asked her to sit down and talk. he did his best for me."
She told me that she remembered be- She was not finding· much pl~asure in
ing in the parlor, with Constable O'Bry- her memories, however, and I . suggested
ant questioning me. At the time she had a change of the subject. We had lunch
had difficulty remembering even the be- together, egg sandwiches and coffee, then
ginning of the seance, and it was not until played several hands of casino. Tiring of
I had been taken away that she came to that, we turned to the books and she read
realize what had happened to her father. aloud to me from Keats. Never has The
That, of course, distressed and distracted Eve of St. Agnes sounded better to me.
her further, and even now the whole ex- Evening fell, and we were preparing to
perience was wretchedly hazy to her. take yet another meal-a meat pie, which
William assured us was one of his ci:ili-
"I do recall sitting down with you,"
nary triumphs-when the door bu~st open
she said finally, after I had urged her for
and Judge Pursuivant came in.
the twentieth time to think hard. "You
chained me, yes, and Doctor Zoberg. "You've been togeth~r all the time?"
Then yourself. Binally I seemed to float he asked us at once.
away, as if in a dream. I'm not even sure "Why, yes," I said.
about how long it was." "Is that correct, Miss Susan? You've
"Had the light been out very long?" been in the house, every minute?"
I asked craftily. "Th~t is right," she seconded me.
"The light out?" she echoed, patently "Then," said the judge. "You two are
mystified. "Oh, of course. The light was cleared, at last."
turned out, naturally. I don't remember; , He paused, looking from Susan's ques-
but I suppose you attended to that." tioning face to mine, then went on:
"I asked to try you," I confessed. "I "That rending beast:thing in the Croft
didn't touch the lamp until after you had got another victim, not more than half an
seemed to drop off to sleep." hour ago. O'Bryant was feeling betterl
She did recall to meqiory her father's ready to get back on duty. His deputy-
protest at his manacles, and ·Doctor Zo- brother, anxious to get hold of Wills first,
berg' s gentle inquiry if she were ready. for glory or vengeance, ventured into the
That was all. place, just at dusk. He came out in a little
"How is Doctor Zoberg?" I asked her. while, tom and bitten almost to pieces,
and died as he broke clear of the cedar
"Not very well, I'm afraid. He was hedge."
exhausted by the experience, of course,
The thrilling climax of this ~ory, with the coof~ssioa
and for a 'time seemed ready to break and capture of the werewolf, will be told in the excitin~
do~n. When the trouble began about chapters that bring the tale to a close in next month s
issue. Reserve your ·copy at your magazine dealer's now,
"The atra:ng-e witch ointments gave it
beast form and beast hemt."
:JheCIJ-(J
cJ Lairy Ones Shall Dance
By GANS T. FIELD
~ nof1el of a bideo11s1 stark hoFror that struck daring-a spirit sl111tee-a tale of
tll1'ror and rut/Jen death, and the frightful thing that
lairetl in the Devil's Croft
TheSklrf Thus Far: where, says Zoberg, lives a medium who
will prove the case for SJ>iritism.
The medium is an attractive girl, Susan
T
AL.BOT WlllS, the narrator, is a
former stage magician. Skeptical Gird. At a seance, a bestial shape appears
of psychic phenomena, he goes in the datkened room and kills John
'.With Doctor z.oberg to an isolated hamlet, Gird, the medium's father. The town
Th11 •toey began In WEIRD TA.LES fol' lanuarr 339
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constable accuses Wills, as the only per- calm zest for the good food gave us oth·
son able to escape the manades which ers steadiness again, so that we sat down
confined everyone in the room. A mob and even ate a little as he described his
gathers to lynch the supposed murderer, day in town.
and he manages to escape from a cell, He had found opportunity to talk to
fleeing for shelter to a grove on the edge Susan in private, confiding in her about
of town. This is called the Devil's Croft, me and finally sending her to me; this, as
and custom and local law forbid anyone he said, so that we would convince each
to enter it. other of our respective innocences. It
Once inside, he finds, though a blizzard was purely an inspiration, for he had
rages without, the grove is as warm and had no idea, of course, that such convic·
sreen as the tropics. In its depths he en- tion would turn out so final. Thereafter
counters and fights with the same beast- he made shift to enter the Gird house
shape that killed John Gird. By a lucky and talk to Doctor Zoberg.
blow he stuns it, and is horrified to see it That worthy he found sitting somewhat
turning gradually human. He flees from limply in the parlor, with John Gird's
the grove and meets Judge Keith Pursui· coffin in the next room. Zoberg. the
vant, a scholarly recluse, who shelters him judge reported, was mystified about the
and shows him, by logic and by quotation murder and anxious to bring to justice
of distinguished authorities, that a were- the townsfolk - there were more than
wolf Olll be explained by the spitltist the- one, it seemed - who had beaten him.
o.ty of ectop!asmic materialization. Most of all, however, he was concerned
The following day Judge Pursuivant about the charges against me.
goes to town to observe conditions, and "His greatest anxiety is to prove you
sends Susan Gird to his home to talk to innocent," Judge Pursuivant informed
Wills. The two are beginning to be me. "He intends to bring the best lawyer
drawn to each other, though in Wills' possible for your defense, is willing even
mind lingers the possibility that Susan to assist in paying the fee. He also swears
Gird may have a romplex personality that that character witnesses can be brought
sometimes materializes the beast-thing. to testify that you are the most peaceable
Returning from town, the judge tells and law-abiding man in the country."
them that the mysterious monster, appar·
"That's oiighty decent of him," I said.
ently still in the forbidden grove, has
"According to your reasoning of this
claimed another victim.
morning, his attitude proves him inno-
The story continues:
cent, too."
"What reasoning was that?" asked
tI. "To Meet 1hm Mons/et P«t 10 Susan, and I was glad that the judge con-
Pa(ef" tinued without answering het.
"I was glad that I had sent Miss Susan
that both Susan and I fairly on. If your car had remained there, Mr..
I reeled
THINK
~fore this news, like actors Wills, Doctor Zoberg might have driven
registering surprize in an old-fashioned off in it to rally your defenses."
melodrama. As for Judge Pursliivant, he "Not if I know him," I objected..
turned to the table, cut a generous wedge "The whole business, what of the mys-
of the meat pie and set it, all savory and tery and occult significances, will hold
steaming, on a plate for himself. His him right on the spot. He's relentlessIr
TIIE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
curious and, despite his temporary col- enemy." Both Susatt !Old I swred to
.lapse, he's no coward." speak, but he held up his hand, smiling•
"I agree with that," chimed in Susan.. "I know without being reminded that the
.As for my pursuers of the previous odds are still against us, because the one
night, the judge went on, they had been enemy is Ucrcc and blood-driiiking, and
roaming Jhe snow-covered streets in twos can change shape and character. Maybe
and threes, heavily armed for the most it can project itself to a distance-which
part and still determined to punish me l!lllkes it all the harder, both for us to face
for killing their neighbor. The council it and for us to get help."
was too frightened or too perplexed to "I know what you mean by that last,"
deal with the situation, and the constable I nodded gloomily. "If there were ten
was still in bed, with his brother assum· thousand friendly constables in the neigh-
ing authority, when Judge Pursuivant borhood, instead of a single hostile one,
made his inquiries. The judge went to they wouldn't believe us."
see the wounded man, who very pluckily "Right," agreed Judge Pursuivant.
determined to rise and take up his duties ''We're like the group of perplexed mor-
again. tals in Dra<11Lz, who had only their own
"l'll arrest the man who plugged me," wits and weapons against a monster no
O'Bryant had promised grimly, "and that more forbidding than oun."
kid brother of mine can quit playing
polir.eman." to show dearly how his ron-
The judge applauded these sentiments, I stanthard
T JS
offering of parallels and rational·
and brought him hot food and whisky, izations comforted us. Only the uoknown
which further braced his spirits. In the and unknowable can terrify completely,
evening came the invasion by the younger We three were even cheerful over a bot·
O'Bryant of the Devil's Croft, and his tie of wine that William fetched and
resultant death at the claws and teeth of poured out in three glasses. Judge Pur·
what prowled there. suivant gave us a toast-"May wolves
"His throat was so tom open and filled go hungry!"-and Susan and I drank it
with blood that he could not speak," the gladly.
judge concluded, "but he pointed back "Don't forset what's OI1 our side,"
into the timber, and then tried to trace said the judge, putting down his glass.
something in the snow with his fi'nger. It"I mean the stedfast and courageous
looked like a wolf's head, with pointed heart', of which I preached tu Wills last
nose and cars. He died before he night, and which we can summon from
.6nished." within us any time and anywhere. The
"You saw him come out?" I asked. werewoH, dauntlessly faced, loses its
"No. I'd gone back to town, but later dread; and I think we are the ones to face
I saw the body, and the sketch in the it. Now we're ready for action."
$DOW," I said that I would welcome any kind
He finished his dinner and pushed of action whatsoever, and Susan touched
back his chair. "Now," he said heartily, my arm as if in endorsement of the re-
''it's up to us." made. Judge Pursuivant's spectacles glit·
''Up to us to do what?" I inquired. tered in approval.
"To meet that monster face to face," "You two will go into the Devil's
he replied. ''There arc three of us and, Croft," he announced. 'Tm going back
so far as I can ascertain, but one of the tu town once more."
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"Into the Devil's Croft!" we almost his overcoat pocket and lighted our laa-
shouted, both in the same shocked bteath. teros all a.round. I remember that we
"Of course. Didn't we jllSt get through struck a fresh light foc Susan's lantern;
with the agreement all a.round that the we agreed that, silly as the three-on-a
lycanthrope can and must be met face to match superstition might be, this was no
face? Offense is the best defense, as per- time or place to tempt Provideoc.e.
haps one hundred thousand athletic train- "Come on," said Judge Pursuivant
ers have reiterated." then, and Jed the way into the darkest
"I've already faced the creature once," part of the immense tlllcket.
I reminded him. "As for appearing
dauntless, I doubt my own powers of 12. "W1 Are Here Ill His Mercy/'
deceit."
"You shall hllve a -weaf>OO," he said. 'l:"I Tll FOLLOWED Judge Plltsuivant,
"A lire gives light, and we know that l' l' Susan and I, without mum of a
such things must have darkness-such as thought beyond an understaodable dislike
it finds in the midst of that swampy foe being left alone on the brink of the
wood. So fill your pockets with matches, timber. It was a slight struggle to get
both of you." through the dose-set cedar hedge, espe-
"How about a f9JD?' I asked, but he c:ially for Susan, but beyond it we soon
shook his head. caught up with the judge. He strode
"We don't want the werewolf killed. heavily aod confidently among the trees,
That would leave the whole business in his lantern held high to shed light upon
mystery, and ymmelf probably charged broad, polished leaves and thick, wet
with another murder. He'd return to his stems. The moist warmth of the grove'~
human shape, you know, the moment he interior made itself felt again, and the
was hurt even slightly." judge cxplaini!d again and at greater
Susan spoke, ws:y calmly: 'Tm ready length the hot springs that made pos-
to go into the Croft, Judge Pursuivant." sible this surprizing condition. .All the
He clapped his hands loudly, as if ap- while he kept going. He seemed to know
plauding in a theater. "Bravo, my dear, his way in that forbidden fastness--in-
bravol I see Mr. Wills sets his. jaw. deed, he must have explored it many
That means he's ready to go with you. times to go straight to his destination.
Very well, let us be off." That destination was a dearing, in
He called to William. who at his or- some degree like the ooe where I had
ders brought tluec lantems-sturdy old- met aod fought with my hairy pursuer
&shioned affairs, protected by strong wire on the night before. This. place had,
lldtings-aod filled than with oil. We however, a great tree in its center, with
each took one and set out. It had turned bianches that shot out in all directions to
dear and frosty once more, and the moon hide away the slqr completely. By strain-
shone too brightly for my comfort, at ing the ears one could catch a faint mur-
least. However, as we approached the mur of water-my scalding stream, no
grove, we sa!' no sentinels; they could doubt. Around us were the thick-set
hardly be blamed for deserting, after the trunks of the forest, filled in between
fate of the younger O'Bryant. with brush and vines, and underfoot grew
We gained the shadow of the ourec velvety moss.
cedars unchalleQ.ged. Here Judge Pucsui- "This will be our headquarters po.si·
vaot called a halt, produced a match from tion," said the judge. "Wills, help me
1HE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
gather wood for a fire. Break dead "Macaulay," I said at once. Then, to
branches from the standing trees-never get her mind off of morbid things, "I
mind picking up wood from the ground, had to recite Th, LA]s of Ancient Rome
it will be too damp." in school, when I was a boy. I wish you
Together we collected a considerable hadn't mentioned It."
heap and, crumpling a bit of paper in "You mean, because it's an evil omen?"
its midst, he kindled it. She shook her head, and contrived a smile
"Now, then," he went on, "I'm head· that lighted up her pale face. "Ifs not
ing for town. You two will stay here that, if you analyze it. •Shalt himself be
and keep each other company." slain•-it sounds as if the enemy's fate
He took our lanterns, blew them out is sealed."
and ran his left arm through the loops of I nodded, then spun around sharply,
their handles. for I fancied I heard a dull crashing at
'Tm sure that nothing will attack you the edge of the clearing. Then I went
in the light of the fire. You· re bound to here and there, gathering wood enough
attr2d: whatever skulks hereabouts, how· to keep our fire burning for some time.
ever. When I come back, we ought to be One branch, a thick, straight one, I chose
prepared to go into the final act of our from the heap and leaned against the big
little melodrama." tree, within easy reach of my hand.
He touched my hand, bowed to Susan, "That's for a dub," I told Susan, and
and went tramping away into the timber. she half shrunk, half stiffened at the im-
The thick leafage blotted his lantern- plication.
light from our view before his back had We fell to talking about Judge Pursui·
been turned twenty secnnds. vant, the charm and the enigma that in·
Susan and I gazed at each other, and vested him. Both of us felt gratitude that
smiled rather uneasily. he had immediately clarified our own in·
"It's warm," she breathed, and took nocence in the grisly slayings, but to both
off her cloak. Droppint it upon one of came a sudden inspiration, distasteful
the humped roots of the great central and disquieting. I spoke first:
tree, she sat down on it with her back to ..Susan! Why did the judge bring us
the trunk. ..What kind of a tree is this?" here?"
I gazed up at the gnarled stern, or as "He said, to help face and defeat the
much of it as I could see in the fuelight. monster. But-but--"
Finally I shook my head. "Who is that monster?" I demanded..
"I don't know-I'm no expert," I ad· "What human being puts on a semi·
mitted. ...At least it's very big, and un· bestial appearance, to rend and kill?"
doubtedly very old-the sort of tree that "Y--you don't mean the judge?"
used to mark a place of sacrilice." As I say, it had been in both our minds.
We were silent, and felt shame and em·
At the word "sacrifice," Susan lifted
barrassment.
her shoulders as jf in distaste. "You' re
"Look here," I went on earnestly after
right, Talbot. It would be something
a moment; "perhaps we· re being ungrate-
grim and Druid-like." She began to re-
ful, but we mustn't be unprepared.
cite, half to herself:
Think, Susan; nobody knows where Judge
Pursuivant was at the time of your fa.
ther' s death, at the time I saw the thing
in these wrods." I broke off, remember·
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ing how I had met the judge for the rust encouragement; then we both sbrted and
time, so shortly after my desperate strug· fell silent. There had risen, $0IDewhere
gle with the point-eved demon. "No- among the thickets, a long low whining.
body knows where he was when the con-
stable's b~er was atbd<ed and mortally foot, stealthily, as though
wounded. I fearfuloutofa being
PUT
caught in motion. Ii.
She ga.zecl about fearfully. "Nobody," quick kick flung more wood on the ~
she added breathlessly, "knows where he I blinked in the light and felt the heat.
is now." Standing there, as a primitive man might
I was remembering a conversation with have stood in his flame.guarded camp to
him; he had spoken of books, mentioning face the horrors of the ancient world, I
a tare, a supposedly non-existent volume. tried to judge by ear the direction of that
What was it? . . , the Wic!ml Bible. whine.
And what was it I had once heard about It died, and I heard, perhaps in my
that work? ilmgination, a stealthy padding. Then
It came back to me now, out of the the whining began again. from a new
sub-conscious brain-chamber where, ap- quarter and nearer.
puently, one stores everything he hears I made myself step toward it. My
or reads in idleocss, and from which such sliadow, leaping grotesquely among the
items aeep on occasion. It had been in tree trunks, almost frightened me out of
Lewis Spence's Encyclop,did of Om1/1- my wits. The whine had changed into a
ism, now on the shelf in my New York crooning wail, such as that with which
apartment. dogs salute the full moon. It seemed to
The Wicked Bib/,, saipture for witches plead, to promise; and it was coming
and wizards, from which magic-mongers closer to the clearing.
of the Dark Ages drew their inspiration Once before I had challenged and
and their knowledge! And Judge Pur· taunted the thing with scornful words.
suivant had admitted to having one! Now I could not make my lips form a
What had he lcamcd from it? How single syllahle. ?robably it was just as
had he been so glib about the science-- well", for I thought and watched the more.
yes, and the psychology-of being a Something black and cautious was mov-
werewolf? ing among the branches, just beyond the
"If what we susptct is true," I said to shrubbery that screened it from our fire.
Susan, "we ate here at his mercy. No- light. I knew, without need of a dear
body is going to come in here, not if view, what that black something was, I
horses dragged them. At his leisure he lifted my dub to the ready. ·
will fall upon us and tear us to pieces." The sound it made had become in some
But, even as I spoke, I despised myself fashion articulate, though not human in
fot my weak fears in her presence. I any quality. There were no words to it,
picked np my dub and was comforted by but it spoke to the heart. The note of
~ weight and thickness. plea and promise had become one of com-
"I met thaJ: devil once," I said, study- mand-and not directed to me.
ing cheer and confidence into my voice I found my own voice.
this time. "l don't think it relished the "Get out of here, you devil!'' I roared
meeting any too much. Next time won't at it, and threw my duh. Even as I let
be any more profitable foe it." go of it, I wished I had not. The bushes
She smiled at me, as if in aimtadel.r foiled my aim, and the missile aashed
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
among them and dropped to the mossy quidc stride and planted myself before
ground. The creature fell craftily silent. her.
Then I felt sudden panic and regret at uSusan, you mustn't!"
being left weaponless: and I retreated She shrank back, her face htrning slow·
toward the fue. ly up to mine. Her back was to the fire.
"Susan," I said huskily, "give me an- yet light rose in her eyes, or perhaps be-
other stidc. Huriy!" hind them; a green light, such as rellects
She did not move or stir, and I rum- in still forest pools from the moon. Her
maged frantirally among the heaped dry hands lifted suddenly, as though to repel
branches for myself. Catching up the me. They were half dosed and the
tint 1>iece of wood that would serve, I crooked lingers drawn stiff, like talons.
tumed to her with worried curioiity. "Susan!" I coaxed her, yet again, and
She was still seated upon the doak- she made no answer but tried to slip si<le-
dtaped toot, but she had drawn herself wise around me. I moved and headed
tense, like a cat before a mouse-hole. her off, and she growled - actually
Her head was thrust forward, so far that growled, like a savage dog.
her neck extended almost horizontally. With my free hand I clutched her
Her dilated qes were turned in the di- shoulder. Under my fingers her Jlesh
rection from which the whining and was as taut as wire fabric. Then, sud-
crooning had come. l1iey had a strange denly, it relaxed into human tissue again,
clarity in them, as if they could 1>ien:e and she was standing straight. Her eyes
the twigs and leaves and meet there an had lost their weird light, they showed
answering, understanding gaze. only dark and frightened.
"Susan!"· I aied. "Talbot," she stammered. ''Wit-what
Still she gave no sign that she heard have I been doing?"
me, if hear me she did. She leaned far- "Nothing, my dear," I comforted her.
ther forward, as if ready to spiing up and "It was nothing that we weren't able to
run. Once more the unbeastly wail rose fight back."
from the place where our watcher was From the woods behind me came a
lurking. throttling yelp, as of some hungry thing
Susan's lips trembled. From them robbed of prey within its very grasp.
came slowly and softly, then louder, a Susan swayed, seemed about to drop; and
long-drawn answering howl. I caught her quickly in my arms. Hold-
"A.00000000000000! Aoooooooooooo- ing her thus, I turn""' my head and
0000000!" laughed over my shoulder.
The stick almost fell from my hands. "Another score against you!" I jeered
She ro$e, slowly but confidently. Her at my enemy. "You didn't get her, not
shoulders hunched high, her arms hung with all your filthy enchantments!"
forward as though they wanted to reach Susan was beginning to cry, and I half
to the ground. Again she howled: led, half carried her back to the fireside.
"A.00000000000000000000!" At my gesture she sat on her doak again,
I saw that she was going to move as tractable as a child who repents of
across the clearing. toward the trees-- rebellion and tries to be obedient.
through the trees. My heart seemed to There were no more sounds from the
twist into a knot inside me, but I could timber. I could feel an emptiness there,
not let her do such a thing. I made a as if the monster had slunk away, bafiled.
;wEJRD TALFS
13. "light's 011r Be11 W1apo11.'r did, and I Jet her. Whether I took her
into my arms, or whether she came into
EITHER of us said anything for a them of her own accord, I do not remem-
N while after that. I stoked up the ber exactly; but it was against m~ shoul·
lire, to be doing something, and it made der that she finished her weeping, and
us so uncomfortably warm that we had to when she had finished she did feel better.
crowd away from it. Sitting dose against "'That somehow washed the fog and
the tree-trunk, I began to imagine some- the fear out of me," she confessed, al·
thing creeping up the black lane of shad- most brightly.
ow it cast behind us to the edge of the It must have been a full hour later that
clearing; and yet again I thought I heard rustlings rcise yet again in the timber. So
noises. Qub in hand, I went to investi· frequently had my imagination tricked
gate, and I was not disappointed in the me that I did not so much as glance up.
least when I found nothing. Then Susan gave a little startled cry, and
Finally Susan spoke. "This," she said, I sprang to my feet. Beyond the fue a
''is a new light on the thing.'' tall, gray shape had become visible, with
"It's nothing to be upset about," I a pale glare of light around it.
tried to comfort her. "Don't be alarmed," called a voice I
"Not be upset!" She sat straight up, knew. "It is I-Otto z.oberg."
and in the light of the fue I could see a "Doctor!" I cried, and hurried to meet
$ingle pained line between her brows, him. For the first time in my life, I felt
deep and sharp as a chisel-gash. "Not that he was a friend. Our differences of
when I almost turned into a beast!" opinion, once making companionship
"How much of that do you remein· strained, had so dwindled to nothing in
be.t?" I asked her. comparison to the "danger I faced, and his
"I was foggy in my mind, Talbot, al· avowed trust in me as innocent of mur·
most as at the seance, but I remember be- der.
ing drawn-drawn to what was waiting "How are you?'' I sald, wringing his
out there." Her eyes sought the thickets hand. ''They say yon were hurt by the
on the far side of our blaze. And it mob."
M
didn't seem horrible, but pleasant and ".Ach, it was nothing serious," he re-
welcome and-well, as if it were my kind. assured me. ''Only this." He touched
You," and she glanced quickly at me, with his forefinger an eye, and I could
then ash11medly >UVay, "you were sudden· see that it was bruised and swollen half
ly strange and to be avoided." Shut. "A citizen with too ready a fut and
"Is that all?" too slow a mind has that to answer for."
"It spoke to me," she went on in 'Tm partly responsible," I said. '"You
husky horror, "and I spoke to it." were trying to help me, I understand,
I forbore to remind her that the only when it happened."
sound she had uttered was a wordless
howl. Perhaps she did not know that- ORE noise behind him, and two
! hoped not. We said no more for M more shapes pushed into the clear-
another awkward time. ing. I =ngnized Judge Pursu.ivant, nod-
Finally she mumbled, •Tm not the ding to me with his eyes bright under his
kind of woman who cries easily; but rd wide hat-brim. The other man, angular,
like to now." falcon-faced, one arm in a sling, I had
"Go ahead," I said at once, and she also seen before. It was Constable O'Bl)'.·
THE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 347
ant. I spoke to him, but he gazed past grunting O<CaSionally, the judge dicking
me, apparently not hearing. his tongue, and Doctor Zobcrg in abso-
Doctor 7.oberg saw my perplexed lute silence.
frown, and he turned back toward the It was 2'.oberg who made the first rom-
constable. Snapping long fingers in front ment .after I had finished. 'This ex-
of the great hooked nose, he whistled plains many things," he said.
shrilly. O'Bryant started, grunted, then "It don't explain a doggone thing,"
glared around as though he had bcen grumbled O'Bryant.
suddenly and Ndcly awakened. Zobcrg smiled at him, then turned to
"What's up?" he growled menacingly, Judge Pursuivant. "Your ectoplasmic
and his sound hand moved swiftly to a theory of lycanthropy-such as you have
holster at his side. Then his eyes found explained it to me-is most interesting
me, and with an oath he drew his re- and, I think, valid. May I advance it a
-volver. trifle?"
"Easy, Constable! Easy does it," "In what way?" asked the judge.
soothed Judge Pursuivant, his own great "Ectoplasm, as you see it, forms the
hand clutching O'Bryant's wrist. "You've wettWolf by building upon. the medium's
forgotten that I showed how Mr. Wills body. But is not ectoplasm more apt, ac-
must be innocent." cording to the observations of many peo-
''I've forgotten what we're here for at ple, to draw completely away and form
all," snapped O'Bryant, gazing around a separate and romplete thing of itself?
the clearing. ''Hey, have I been drunk or The thing may be beastly, as you suggest.
something? I said that I'd~--" .Algernon Blackwood, the English writer
"I'll explain," offered Zoberg. "The of psychic stories, almost hits upon it in
judge met me in town, and we came to- one o( his 'John Silence' tales. He de-
gether to see you. Remember? You said scribed an astral personality taking form
you would like to avenge your brother's and threatening harm while its physical
death, and came with us. Then, when body slept."
you balked at the very edge of this Devil's '1 know the stoiy you mean," agreed
Ctolt, I took the liberty of hypnotizing Judge Pursuivant. "The Camp of the
you." Dog, I think it's called."
"Huh? How did you do that?" "Very wcl~ then. 'Perhaps, while Miss
growled the officer. Susan's body lay in a trance, securely
"With a look, a word, a motion of the handcuffed between Wills and my-
hand," said Zoberg, hi! eyes twinkling. self--"
"'Then you ceased all objections and came "Oh!' wailed Susan. "Then it was I,
in with us." after all."
Pursuivant <lapped O'Bryant on the "It couldn't have been you," I told
unwounded shoulder. "Sit "down," he in- her at once.
vited, motioning toward the roots of the ."But it was! And, while I was at the
tree. judge's home with ypu, part of me met
The five of us gathered around the &e, the constable's brother in this wood." She
like picknickers instead of allies against a stared wildly around her.
supernormal monster. There, at Susan's '1t might as well have been. part of
insistence, I told of what had happened 11u," I argued, and O'Bryant glared at
since Judge Pursui•ant had left us. All me as if in sudden support of that likeli-
listened with rapt attention, the wnstable hood. But Susan shook her head.
:wEilID TALES
"No, for which of us responded to the thing else was prowling around our lire,
call of that thing out there?" just out of sight."
For the hundredth time she gazed fear· "Arh, just out of sight!" echoed Zo-
fully through the lire at the bushes be- berg. "That means you ami't sure what
hind which the commanding whine had it was:·
risen. "Ot even that there was anything,""
"I have within me," she said dully, "a added Susan, so suddenly and strongly
nature that will break out, look and act that I, at least, jumped.
like a beast-demon, will kill even my "There was something, all right," I in·
beloved father--" sisted. "I heard it."
"Please," interjected Judge Pursuivant "You thought you heard a sound be-
earnestly, "you must not take responsibil- hind the tree," Susan reminded me. '"You
ity upon yourself for what happened. If looked, and there was nothing."'
the ectoplasm engendered by you made Everyone gazed at me, rather like staid
up the form of the killer, the spirit may adults at a naughty child. I said, ungra·
have come from without." ciously, that my imagination was no bet·
"How could it?" she asked wretchedly. ter than theirs, and that I was no easier
to frighten. Judge Pursuivant suggested
"How could Marthe Beraud exude
that we make a search of the surrounding
utoplasm that formed a bearded, mascu-
line body?" Pursuivant looked across to
woods, for possible dues.
"A sood idea,'" approved C'.onstable
Zoberg. "Doctor, you surely know the
famous 'Bien Boa' s&nce, and how the
O'Bryant "The ground's damp. We
might find some sort of footprints."
matcria.lized entity spoke .Arabic when
'"Then you stay here with Miss Susan,"
the medium, a Frenchwoman, knew little
the judge said to him. "We others will
or nothing of that language?"
circle around."
Zoberg sat with bearded chin on lean nie gaunt constable shook his head.
hand. His joined brows bristled the more "'Not much, mister. I'm in on whatever
as he corrugated his forehead in thought sca.rching is done. I've got something to
"'We are each a thousand personalities," settle with whatever killed my kid
he said, sententiously if not comfortingly. brother."
"'How can we rule them all, or rule even "But there are only three lanterns,"
one of them?" pointed out Judge Pursuivanl "We have
to carry them-light's our best weapon."
said sourly that all this
O talk
'BRYANT
was too high Bown for him to
Zoberg then spoke up, rather diffident·
ly, to say that he would be glad to stay
understand or to enjoy. He dared hope, with Susan. This was agreed upon, and
however, that the case could never he tied the other three of us prepared for the
up to Miss Susan Gird, whom he had search. ·
known and liked since her babyhood. I took the lantern from Zoberg's hand,
"It can never do that," Zoberg said nodded to the others, and walked awaY.
defutltely. "No court or jury would con· among the trees.
vict her on the evidence we are offering
against her... 14. "IWll.f-1~ Wolf'
I ventured an opinion: "While you J had turned my face
are attempting to show that Susan is a D ELIBERATELY
toward the section beyond the fue,
werewolf, you are forgetting that some- for, as I have said repeatedly, it was there
THE HAIRY ONF.S SHALL DANCE
that I had heard the movements and aics Coming again dose to the starting·
of the being that had so strongly moved point, I thought of a quick visit to the
and bewitched Susan. My heart whis· clearing and a comforting word or two
pered rather loudly that I must look for with Susan and Zoberg. Sw:ely I was aJ.
myself at -its traces or lack of them, or for most there; but why did not the fire gleam
ever view myself with scorn. through the trees? Were they out of
Almost at once I found tracks, the wood? Perplexed, I quickened my pace.
booted tracks of my three allies. Smking A gnarled tree grew in my path, its low
my lantern to make it Hare higher, I went branches heavily bearded with vines. Be-
deeper among the dumps, my eyes quar· yond this rose only the faintest of glows.
teeing the damp earth. After a few mo- I paused to push aside some strands and
ments I found what I had come to look peer.
for. The fire had almost died, and by its
The marks were round and rather light I but half saw two figures, one tall
vague as to toe-positions, yet not so dear· and one slender, standing together well
cut as to be made by hoofs. Rather they to one side. They faced ~ other, and
suggested a malformed stump or a palm the taller-a seeming statue of wct·look·
with no lingen, and they were deep lng gray-held its .companion hy a shoul-
enough to denote considerable weight; der. The other gray hand was stroking
the tracks of my own shoes, next to them, the smaller one's head, pouring grayness
were rather shallower. I bent for a close thereon.
look, then straightened up, looked every· I saw only . this much, without stop-
where at once, and held my torch above ping to judge or to wonder. Then I
my head to shed light all around; for I yelled, and sprang into the clearing. At
had suddenly felt eyes upon me. my outcry the two fell apart and faced
I caught just a glimpse as of two points me. The smallest was Susan, who took a
of light, fading away into some leafage step in my direction and gave a little
and in the direction of the clearing, and smothered whimper, as though she was
toward them I made my way; but there trying to speak through a blanket. I ran
was nothing there, and the ooly tracks to her side, and with a rough sweep of
underfoot were of shod human beings, my sleeve I cleared from her face and
mysdI or one of the others. I returned head a mass of slimy, shiny jelly.
to my outward search, following the
"You!" I challenged the other shape.
lOWld tracks.
"What have you been trying to do to
They were plainly of only two fcct- herr·
there were no double impressions, like
For only a breathing-space lt stood
those of a quadruped-but I must have
still, as featureless and clumsy as a half·
stalked along them for ten minutes when
formed figure of gray mud. Then dark·
I realized that I had no way of telling
ness sprang out upon it, and hair. Eyes
whether they went forward or backward.
blazed at me, green and fearsome. A
I might be going away from my enemy
sharp muule opened to emit a snarl.
instead of towud it. A close examina·
tion did me little good, and I further "Now l know you," I hurled at it.
pondered that the creature would lurk "rm going to kill you."
near the clearing, not go so straight And I diarged.
away. Thus arguing within myself, I Caws ripped at my head, missed and
doubled badt. tore the cloth of my c:oat. One of my
WEIRD TALES
arms shot around a lean, hairy middle commandingly. She went into half a
with powerful muscles straining under trance, and I knew she was hypnotized.
its skin, and I drove my other fist for ".As the fire died down, he began the
where I judged the pit of the stomach to change. Ectoplasm gushed out and over
be. Grappled, we fell and roUed over. him. Before it took form, he began to
The beast smell I remembered was all smear some upon her. And Mr. Wills
about us, and I knew that javn were shov· here came out of the woods and at him."
ing once again at my throat. I jammed O'Btyant looked from the judge to
my forearm between them, so far into the Zoberg. Then he fumbled with his un·
hinge of them that they could not dose damaged hand in a hip pocket, produced
oor crush. My other hand clutched the handcuffs and stepped forward. The ac-
skin of the throat, a great loose fistful, cused man grinned through his beard, as
drew it taut and began to twist with all if admitting defeat in some trifling game.
my strength. I heard a half-broken yelp Then he held out his wrists with an air
of strangled pain, felt a slackening of the of resign:atiOI\ and I, who had manacled
body that st;ruggled against me, knew them once, wondered again at their rord·
that it was trying to get aw!y. But I man· ed strength. The irons dicked shut upon
aged to roll on top, straddling the trung. one, then the other. ·
..You're not so good on defense," I "You know everything now," said Zo-
panted, and brought my other hand to berg, in a soft voice but a steady one. "I
the throat, for I had no other idea save to was-I am-a wolf; a wolf who hoped to
kill. Paws grasped and tore at my wrists. mate with an angel."
There was shouting at my back, in Susan's His bright eyes rested upon Susan, who
voice and several others. Hands caught shrank back. Judge Pursuivant took a
me by the shoulders and tried to pull me step toward the prisoner.
up and away. "There is no need for you to insult
"No!" I aied. ''This is it, the were- her, .. he said.
wolf!" Zoberg grinned at him, with every long
"It's Doctor Zoberg, you idiot," growled tooth agleam. "Do you want to hear my
O'Bryant in my ear. "Come on, let him confession, or don't you?"
..Sare we want to hear it," grunted
up."
O'Bryant. "Leave him alone, }udge, and
"Yes, n added Judge PursuiVMlt, "it's
let him talk." He glanced at me. "Got
Doctor Zoberg, as you say; but a moment
any paper, Mr. Wills? Somebody better
ago it was the monster we have been
take this down in writing."
hunting."
I produced a wad of note-paper and a
I had been dragged uptight by now, stub pencil. Placing it upon my knee,
and so had Zoberg. He could only choke with the lantern for light, I scribbled, al·
and glare for the time being,. his fingers most word for word, the tale that Doctor
to his half-crushed throat. Pursuivant Zobcrg told.
had moved within clutching distance of
him, and was eyeing him as a cat eyes a 15. "And Th111 Is the End."
mouse.
"Like Wills, I only pretended to searcli, 'P EIULl.Ps I was born what I am," he
then doubled back to watch," went on began. «At least, even as a lad I
the judge. "I saw Zoberg and Miss Susan knew that there was a lust and a power
fAlking. He spoke quietly, rhythmically, for evil within me. Night called to me;
1HE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE
where it frightens most children. I would Judge Pursuivant cleared his throat. "I
slip out of my father's house and run for suspect that you' re leaving out put of
miles, under the trees or across fields, with your adventures, Doctor."
the moon for company. This was in 7.obezg actually laughed. "/a, I thought
Germany, of course, before the war." to. spare you a few shocks. But if you
"~s the war--" began Judge will have them, you may. I visited Rus·
Purswvant. sia.--«nd in 1922 a medical commission
"During the war, when most men were of the Soviet Union investigated several
1ighting, I was in prison." Again :ZOberg score mysterious cases of peasants killed
grinned, bridly and without cheer. "I -and eaten." He licked his lips, like a
had found it easy and inspiring to kill cat who thinks of meat. "In Paris I
persons, with a sense of added strength founded and ronducted a rather interest·
following. But they caught me and put ing night school, for the study of diabo-
me in what they called an asylum. I was lism in its relationship to science. And in
supposed to be crazy. They oon1ined me 1936, certain summer vacationists on
closely, but I, reading books in the library, Long bland were almost frightened out
grew to know what the change was that of their wits by a lurking thing that
came upoo me at certain intervals. I seemed half beast, half man." He chuck·
turned my attention to it, and became able led. "Your liur"'1 Dig•sl made mum
to control the change, bringing it on or of it. The lurking thing was, of course,
holding it off at will." myself."
'We stared. "Say, why do you cl& these
He looked at Susan again. "But I'm
things?" the constable blurted.
ahead of my story. Once, when I was at
school, I met a gill-an American stu- Zoberg turp.ed to him, head quizziadly
dent of science and philosophy. She aslant "Why do you uphold your local
hughed at my wooing, but talked to me laws? Or why does Judge Pursuivant
about spirits and psychical phenomena. study ancient philosophies? Or why do
That, my dear Susan, was your mother. Wills and Susan turn soft eyes upon each
When the end of the war brought so other? Because the heart of each so in-
sists."
many new things, it also brought a dif-
ferent viewpoint toward many inmates of Susan was clutching my arm. Her fin.
asylums. Some Viennese docton and gers bit into my Jlesh as Zoberg's eyes
later Sigmund Freud himseU, fo~d my sought her again.
~ intetesting. Of rourse, they did not "I found the daughter of someone I
amve at the real truth, or they would once 1oved," he went on, with real gen·
not have procured my release." tleness in his voice. "Willi, at least, can
"After that," I supplied. writing swift· see in her what I saw. A new inspiration
Jr, "you became an expert psychical in· came to me, a wish and a plan to have a
vcstigator and journeyed to America." comrade in my secret exploits."
"Yes, to find the gill who had once "A beast-thing like yourself?" prompt•
hughed and studied with me. After some ed the judge.
years I came to this town, simply to traa: 7.obezg nodded. "A /upa to my lupus.
the legend of this Devil's Croft. .And But this gill-Susan Gird-had not in·
here, I found, she had lived and died, hcrited the psychic possibilities of her
and left behind a daughter that was her mother."
imllge." ''What!" I shouted. "You yoursdf said
352 WEIRD TALES
that she was the greatest medium of all as observer. Seeing a beast-form, thq
time!'" would tell her afterward that it was she."
"I did say so. But it was a lie." "Zobetg,.. I said between set teeth,
"'Why, in heaveo"s name--" "you·re convicted out of your owa mouth
"It was my hope." he broke in quiet- of rottenness that convinces me of the
ly, "to make of her a medium, or a existence of the Devil after whom this
J,canthrq>e-eall the phenomenon which grove was named. I wish to heaven that
you will. Are you interested in my pro- rd killed you when we were lighting."'
posed metlmd?'" He gazed mockingly "Arb, Wills," he chuckled, "you'd
around, and his eyes rested finally upon have missed this most entertaining auto-
me. "Make full ~ Wills. This will biographlcal lecturc."
be intercling, if not stupefying, to the "He's right," grumbled O'Bryant; and,
psychic research committees. "I.et him go on," the judge pleaded with
"It is, as you know, a supernormal sub- me.
•tance that is exuded to c!w>ge the ap-
pearance of my body. What, I wondered,
would some of that substance do if
"Q NCE sure of this power within
her," Zoberg said deeply, "she
smeared upon her?" would be prepared in heart and soul to
I started to growl. ou.t a curse upon change at touch of the ointment-the ec-
him, but Judge Pursuivant, rapt, mo- toplasm. Then, to me she must turn as a
tioned for me to keep silent. fellow-creature. Together, throughout the
"Think bad; through all the demonol- world, adventuring in a way unbeliev·
ogies you have read," Zoberg was urg- able--"
ing. "Wllat of tbe strange ·witch oint- His voice died, and we let it. He stood
ments' that, sptead over an ordinary hu- in the firelight, head thrown back, man-
man body, gave it beast-form and beast- acled hands folded. He might have been
heart? There, again, legend had basis in a martyr instead of a fiend for whom a
sdentilic fact." death at the stake would be too easy.
"By the thunder, you're logia!," mut- "I can tell what spoiled the sb.n~." I
tered Judge Pursuivant. told him after a moment. "Gird, sitting
"And damnable," I added. "Go on, opposite, saw that it was you, not Susan,
Doctor. You 'lvere going to smear the who had changed. You had to kill him
change-stuff upon Susan." to keep him from telling, there and then."'
"But first, I kn~. I must convince her "Yes," agreed Zobcrg. "After that,
that she bad within her the essence of a you were arrested, and, later, threatened.
wolf. And so, the seances." I was in an awkward position. Susan
"She was no medium," I said again. must believe herself, not you, guilty.
"I made her think she was. I hypno· That is why I have championed yoq
tized her, and myself did weird wonders throughout. I went then to look for
.jn the dark room. But she, in a trance, you."
did not know. I needed witnesses to con- "And attacked me," I added.
•;-ince her." "lbe beast-self was ascendant. I can·
"So you invited Mr. Wills," supplied not always control it completely." He
Judge Pursuivant. sighed. "When Susan disappeared, I
'Yes, and her father. They had been went to look foe her on the second eve-
prepeted to aa:ept her as medium and me ning. When I came into this wood, the
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TIIE HAIRY ONES SHALL DANCE 353
f.ange took place, half automatically. W c: were all starting forward. I paused
l\ssociations, I suppose. Constable, your a moment to put Susan behind me, and
brother happened upoo me in an evil in that moment O'Bryant and Pursuivant
hour." sprang ahead and came up on either side
"Yep," said O'Bryant gruf!ly. of Zoberg. He was still alive, for he
"And that is the end," 2'.oberg said. writhed up to a kneeling position and
"The end of the story and, I suppose, the made a frantic dutch at the judge's coat.
end of me." O'Btyant, so close that he barely raised
"You bet it is," the constable assured his hand and arm, fired a second time.
him. "You came with the judge to finish Zoberg spun around somehow on his
your rotten work. But we· re finishing it knees, stiffened and screamed. Pernaps I
for you." should say that he howled. In his vdice
"One moment," interjected Judge Pur- was the inarticulate agony of a beast
suivant, and his fire-lit face betrayed a wounded to death. Then he collap5cd.
perplexed frown. "The ~tory fails to ex- Both men stooped above him, cautious
plain one important thing." but thorough in their examination. Final-
"Does it so?" prompted Zoberg, in- ly Judge Pursuivant straightened up and
clining toward him with a show of negli- faced toward us.
gent grace. "Keep Miss Susan there with you," he
• "If you were able to free yourself and warned me. "He's dead, and not a pret-
kill Mr. Gird---" fy sight."
..By heaven, that's right!" I broke in . Slowly they came bade to us. Pur-
"You were chained, Zoberg, to Susan and suivant was thoughtful, while O'Bryant;
to your dtair. I'd go bail for the strength Zoberg' s killer, seemed cheerful for the
and tightness of those handcuffs." first time since I hid met him. He even
He grinned at eadt of us in tum and smiled at me, as Punch would smile after
held out his hands with their manacles. striking a particularly telling blow with
"Is it not obvious?" he inquired. his cudgel. Rubbing his pistol caressing·
We looked at him, a trifle blankly I ly with his palm, he stowed it carefully
Sllppose, for he chadded once again. away.
"Another employment of the ectoplasm, "fm glad that's over," he admitted.
that useful substance of change," he said
"My brother can rest easy in his grave."
gently. "At will my arms and legs as·
"And we have our work cut out for
swne thickness, and hold the rings of the
amJining irons wide. Then, when I wish, us," responded the judge. "We must de-
cide just how much of the truth to tell
they grow slender again, and--"
when we make a report."
He gave his hands a sudden flirt, and
the bracelets fell from them on the in- O'Bryant dipped his head in sage ac-
stant. He pivoted and ran like a deer. quiescence. "You' re tight," he rumbled.
"Shoot!" cried· the judge, and O'Bry· "Yes, sir, you' re right."
ant whipped the big gun from his holster. "Wouid you believe me," said the
Zoberg was almost within a vine-laced judge, "if I told you that I knew it was
clump of bushes when O'Bryant fired. I Zoberg, almost from the first?"
heard a shrill scream, and saw Zoberg But Susan and I, facing each other,
falter and drop to his hands and knees. were beyond being surprized, even at that.
[rnE END]
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"Get outl" erled Varduk again. "'By what
power do you come for your 'rictim nowr
:!he /)
LJlack Drama
By GANS T. FIELD
if strange weird story about the eery personality known as V arduk, who claimed
descent from Lord Byron, and the hideous doom
that stalked in his wake
Powers, passions, all I see in other beings, carry my innermost dear secrets to market.
Have been to me as rain t.into the sands
Since that all-nameless hour. Often and often I have flung aside the
-Lord Byton: Msmfred. autobiography of some famous man or
Foreword woman, crying aloud: "Surely this js the
NLIKE most actors, I do not con- very nonpareil of bad taste!"
U sider my memoirs worth the at-
tention of the public. Even if I
did so consider them, I have no desire to
Yet my descendants--and, after certain
despairful years, again I have hope of de-
scendants-will v.:ant to know something
684
THE BLACK DRAMA 685
about me. I write this record of utterlyasked, and when I shook my head he
strange happenings while it is yet new made a gesture as of inspiration. "I got
and clear in my mind, and I s~all seal it
it, buddy. There was a guy in a movie
and leave it among my important posses- like you-tall, thin-black mustache and
sions;·to be found and dealt with at such
eyes-" .
time as I may die. It is not my wish that 'Tm not in pictures," I told him, quite
the paper be published or otherwise truthfully as concerned the moment.
brought to the notice of any outside my "Make me a double hamburger."
immediate family and circle of close "And coffee?"
friends. Indeed, if I thought that such a "Yes." Then I remembered that I had
thing would happen I might write less but fifteen cents, and that double ham-
frankly. burgers cost a dime. I might want a sec-
. Please believe me, you who will read; ond sandwich. "Make it a single in-
I know that part of the narrative will stead."
strain any credulity, yet I am ready with "No, a double," piped somebody at my
the now-threadbare retort of Lord Byron,elbow, and a short, plJllllp figure climbed
of whose works more below: "Troth is upon the next stool. "Two doubles, for
stranger than fiction." I have, too, three
me and my friend here, and I'm paying.
witnesses who have agreed to vouch for Gilbert Connatt, at half-past the eleventh
the truth of what I have set down. Theirhour I run onto you by the luck of the
only criticism is that I have spoken tooSwitzes. I am glad to see you like an old
kindly of them. If anything, I have not father to see his wandering boy."
spoken kindly enough. I had known that voice of old in Holly-
Like Peter Quince in A Midsummer wood. Turning, I surveyed the fat, blob-
Night's Dream, I have rid my prolog likenosed face, the crossed eyes behind shell-
a rough colt. Perhaps, like Duke Theseus,
rimmed glasses, the thick, curly hair, the
you my readers will be assured thereby of
ingratiating smile. "Hello, Jake," I
my sincerity. greeted him without enthusiasm.
Signed, Jake Switz waved at the counterman.
GILBERT CONNATT, "Two coffees with those hamburgers."
New York City His strange oblique gaze shifted back to
August 1, 1938 me. "Gib, to me you are more welcome
than wine at a wedding. In an uptown
We, the undersigned, having read the hotel who do you think is wondering
appended statement of Gilbert Connatt, about you with tears in her eye5 as big as
do hereby declare it to be tme in sub- electric light bulbs?" He shrugged and
stance. · .. extended his palms, as if pleased at being
Signed, able to answer his own question. "Sigrid
SIGRID HoLGAR Holgar!"
KEITH HILARY PURSUIVANT I made no reply, but drew a frayed
JACOB A. SWITZ shirt-cuff back into the worn sleeve of my
1. Drafted jacket. Jake Switz continued: "I've been
wondering where to get hold of you, Gib.
HE counterman in the littl~ ham-
T How would you like again to play lead-
burger stand below Times Square ing man for Sigrid, huh?"
gazed at me searchingly. It is hard to look full into cross-eyes,
"Haven't I seen you somewhere?" he but I managed it. "Go back to her," I
686 WEIRD TALF.S
bade him, "and tell her I'm not taking maybe she will again.' And right away
charity from somebody who threw me Sigrid said yes."
down." ' I went on eating, then swallowed a
Jake caught my arm and shook it ear- mouthful of scaJ'1ing coffee. Jake did the
nestly. "But that alli't true, Gib. It's only same, but without relish. Finally he ex-
that she's been so successful she makes ploded into a last desperate argument.
you look like a loser. Gib, you know as "Gib, for my life I can't see how you
well as you know your own name that it can afford to pass it up. Here you are,
was you that threw her down-so hard living on hamburgers-"
she ran like a silver dollar." I whirled upon him so fiercely that the
"I won't argue," I 'said, "and I won't rest of the speech died on his open lips.
have charity." Rising, I tossed my fifteen cents on the
I meant that. It hurt to think of Sigrid counter and started for the door. But
and myself as we had been five years ago Jake yelled in protest, caught my shoul-
-she an inspired but unsure newcomer der and fairly wrestled me back.
from Europe, I the biggest star on the "No, no," he was wailing. "Varduk
biggest lot in the motion picture industry. would cut my heart out and feed it to the
We made a film together, another, became sparrows if I found you and lost you
filmdom's favorite lovers on and off again. Gib, I didn't mean bad manners.
screen. Then the quarrel; Jake was I don't know nothing about manners, Gib,
wrong, it was Sigrid's fault. Or was it? but have I ever treated you wrong?"
Anyway, she was at the head of the class I had to smile. "No, Jake. You're a
now, and I had been kicked away from creature of instincts, and the instincts are
the foot. rather better than the reasonings of ~ost
The counterman set our sandwiches be- people. I think you're intrinsically loyal."
fore us. I took a hungry bite and listened I thought of the years he had slaved for
to Jake's pleadings. Sigrid, as press agent, business represen-
"It would be you doing her and me a tative, confidential adviser, contract maker
favor, Gib. Listen this one time-please, and breaker, and faithful hound gener-
to give Jake Switz a break." His voice ally. 'Tm sorry myself, Jake, to lose my
quavered earnestly. "You know that Sig- temper. Let's forget it."
rid is going to do a stage play."
''I've read about it in Variety," I nod-
ded. "Horror stuff, isn't it? Like Drac- H double hamburger,
on buying me another
E INSISTED
and while I ate
11/a, I suppose, with women fainting and it with unblunted appetite he talked more
nurses dragging them out of the theater." about the play Sigrid was to present.
"Nurses!" repeated Jake Switz scorn- "Horror stuff is dtie for a comeback;
fully. "Huh, doctors we'll need. At our Gib, and this will be the start. A lovely,
show Jack Dempsey himself would faint Gib. High class. Only Sigrid could do
dead away on the floor, it's so horrible!" it. Old-fashioned, I grant you, but not a
He subsided and began to beg once more. grain of corny stuff in it. It was written
"But you know how Sigrid is. Quiet and by that English guy, Lord Barnum-no,
restrained-a genius. She wouldn't warm Byron. That's it, Lord Byron."
up, no matter what leading man we sug- "I thought," said I, "that there was
gested. Varduk, the producer, mentioned some question about the real authorship."
you. 'Get Gilbert Connatt,' he said to "So the papers say, but they holler
me. 'She made a success with him once, 'phony' at their own grandmothers. Var-
THE BLACK DRAMA 687
At that point, I say, the first surprize Dying, the enchanter persuades Aubrey
comes with the servant's announcement and Malvina to drag him into the open
that Ruthven himself has followed his and so leave him. As the moon rises
traveling companion from Greece and upon his body, he moves and stands up:
waits, whole and sound, for permission "Luna, my mother, fountain of my life,
to present himself. Once more thy rays restore me with their kiss.
No stage directions or other visualiza- Grave, I reject thy shelter! Death, stand back! •••
tion; but immediate dialog defines the "Curtain," said Varduk suddenly, and
title role as courtly and siilister, fascinat- smiled around at us.
ing and forbidding. Left alone with the "So ends our first act," he continued in
maid-servant, Bridget, he makes un- his natural voice. "No date-nor yet are
ashamed and highly successful advances. we obliged to date it. For purposes of our
When he lifts the cap from her head and dramatic production, however, I intend
lets her hair fall down, it reminds one to lay it early in the past century, in the
that Byron himself had thus ordered it time of Lord Byron himself. Act Two,"
among the maids on his own estate. By- and he picked up another section of the
ron had made love to them, too; perhaps manuscript, "begins a century later.
some of Ruthven' s speeches in this pas- We shall set it in modem times. No
sage, at least, came wholemeal from those blank verse now-Byron cleverly identi-
youthful conquests. fies his two epochs by offering his later
yet the seduction is not a gay one, and dialog in natural prose. That was the
smacks of bird and snake. When Ruth- newest of new tricks in his day."
ven says to Bridget, Again he read to us. The setting was
"You move and live but at my will; dost heu?"
the same garden, with Mary Aubrey and
her cousin Swithin, descendants of the
and she answers dully: Aubrey and Malvina of the first act, alter·
"I hear and do submit," nating between light words of love and
awareness rises of a darkling and menac- attentions to the aged crone Bridget. This
ing power. Again, as Aubrey mentions survivor of a century and more croaks out
the fight with the bandits, Ruthven dis- the fearsome tale of Ruthven' s visit and
misses the subject with the careless, what fpllowed. Her grandson Oscar,
Mary's brather, announces a caller.
"I faced them, and who seeks my face seeks
Cleath,''
The newcomer exp1ams · th at h e h as 10·
·
. d · herited the estate of Ruthven, ancient foe
one f eeIs th at h e f ears an spares an .
of the Aubreys, and that he wIShes to
enemy no more than a fly. An d , sudden- . .
. tt t" t M 1· make peace. But Bridget, left alone with
1y, h e turned h 1s a en ions o a v10a: h"im, recognizes
· · him h er o d t empter,
10 1.
"Yes, I am evil, and my wickedness surviving ageless and pitiless.. Oscar, too,
Draws to your glister and your purity.
Now shall you light no darkness but mine own, hears the secret, and is told that this is
An orient pearl swathed in a midnight pall-" his grandfather. Bit by bit, the signifi-
Oscar, husband of the betrayed Bridget, cance of a dead man restless after a cen-
rushes in at this point to denounce Ruth- tury grows in the play and upon the serv-
ven and draw away his bemused mistress. ants. They swear slavishly to help him.
At a touch from the visitor's finger, Oscar He seeks a double and sinister goal.
falls dead. Aubrey, arming himself with Swithin, image of his great-grandfather
a club of whitethom-a sovereign weapon Aubrey, must die for that ancestor's for-
against demons--strikes Ruthven down. mer triumph over Ruthven. Mary, the
THE BLACK DRAMA 691
later incarnation of Malvina, excites Ruth- 3. Enter f11dge P11rs11ivant
ven' s passion as did her ancestress.
Then the climax. Malvina, trapped by TI'EITH HILARY PURSUNANT, the OC·
Ruthven, defies him, then offers herself ..&. cultist and antiquary, was as arrest-
as payment for Swithin's life. Swithin, ing as Varduk himself, though never were
refusing the sacrifice, thrusts Ruthven two men more different in appearance
through with a sword, but to no avail. and manner. Our first impression was of a
Oscar overpowers him, and the demoniac h~ge tweed-dad body, a pink face with a
lord pronounces the beginning of a ter- heavy tawny mustache, twinkling pale
rible curse; but Mary steps forward as if eyes and a shock of golden-brown hair.
to accept her lover's punishment. Ruth- Under one arm he half crushed a wide
ven revokes his words, blesses her. As black hat, while the other hand trailed a
the Almighty's name issues from his lips, heavy stick of mottled Malacca, banded
he falls dead and decaying. with silver. There was about him the
"End of the play," said Varduk. "I same atmosphere of mature sfurdiness as
daresay you have surmised what roles I invests Edward Arnold and Victor Mc-
plan for you. Miss Holgar and Mr. Con- Laglen, and withal a friendly gayety.
natt are my choices for Malvina and Au- Without being elegant or dashing, he
brey in the first act, and Mary and Swithin caught and held the regard. Men like
in the second. Miss Vining will create the someone like that, and so, I believe, do
role of Bridget, and Davidson will under- women who respect something beyond
take the two Oscars.'' sleek hair and brash repartee.
"And Ruthven?" I prompted, feeling Varduk introduced h.im all around.
unaccountably preswnptuous in speaking The judge bowed to Sigrid, smiled at
uninvited. . Miss Vining, and shook hands with the
V aiduk smiled and lowered his rest of us. Then he took a seat at the desk
fringed lids. "The part is not too diffi- beside Varduk.
cult," he murmured. "Ruthven is off "Pardon my trembling over a chance
stage more than on, an influence rather to see something that may have been writ-
than a. flesh-and-blood character. I shall ten by Lord Byron to lie perdu for gen-
honor myself with this title role." erations," he said pleasantly. "He and
Switz, sitting near me, produced a his works have long been enthusiasms of
watch. We had been listening to the play mine. I have just published a modest
for full two hours and a half. note on certain aspects of his--"
Again a knock sounded at the door. ''Yes, I know," nodded Varduk, who
Davidson started to rise, but V arduk' s was the only man I ever knew who could
slender hand waved him down. interrupt without seeming rude. "A De-
"That will be Judge Pursuivant. I shall fense of the Wickedest Poet- under-
admit him myself. Keep your seats all." standing and sympathetic, and well worth
He got up and crossed the floor, walk- the praise and popularity it is earning.
ing stifily as though he wore tight boots. May I also congratulate you on your two
I observed with interest that in profile his volumes of demonology, V mnpyricon and
nose seemed finer and sharper, and that The Unknown that Terrifies?"
his ears had no lobes. "Thank you," responded Pursuivant,
"Come in, Judge Pursuivant," he said with a bow of his shaggy head. "And
cordially at the door. "Come in, sir." now, the manuscript of the play-
' -"
iS92 WEIRD TALF.S
"Is here." Varduk pushed it across the scholastic reputation that Byron himself
desk toward the expert. wrote these pages."
Pursuivant bent for a close study. After "Your stakes are entirely ~afe, sir,"
a moment he drew a floor lamp close to Varduk assured him with a smile. "Now
cast a bright light, and donned a pair of that you have agreed-and I trust that
pince-nez. you will allow us to inform the news-
"The words 'by Lord Byron', set down papers of your opinion-that RPthven is.
here under the title, are either genuine or Byron's work, I am prepared to tell how
a very good forgery," he said at once. "I the play came into my possession. I was
call your attention, Mr. Varduk, to the bequeathed it-by the author himself."
open capital B, the unlooped down-stroke We all looked up at that, highly inter-
of the Y, and the careless scrambling of ested. Varduk smiled upon us as if
the 0 and N." He fumbled in an inside pleased with the sensation he had created.
pocket and produced a handful of folded "The germ of R.llthven came into being
slips. "These are enlarged photostats of one night at the home of the poet Shelley,
several notes by Lord Byron. With your on the shores of Lake Geneva. The com-
permission, Mr. V arduk, I shall use them pany was being kept indoors by rain and
for comparison." wind, and had occupied itself with read-
ing German ghost stories, and then tried
He did so, holding the cards to the
their own skill at Gothic tales. One of
manuscript, moving them here and there
those impromptu stories we know -
as if to match words. Then he held a
Mary Godwin's masteq>iece, Franken-
sheet of the play close to the light.
stein. Lord Byron told the strange ad-
"Again I must say," he announced at last,
ventures of Ruthven, and Polidori appro-
"that this is either the true handwriting
priated them-that we also know; but·
of Byron or else a very remarkable for-
later that night, alone in his room, Byron
gery. Yet-"
wrote the play we have here."
Varduk--had opened a drawer of the "In one sitting?" asked Martha Vining.
desk arid once more he interrupted. "In one sitting," replied Varduk. "He
"Here is a magnifying glass, Judge Pur- was a swift and brilliant worker. In his
suivant. Small, but quite powerful." He sixteen years of active creative writing,
handed it over. "Perhaps, with its help, he produced nearly eighty thousand lines
you can decide with more accuracy." of published verse - John Drinkwater
"Thank you." Pursuivant bent for a reckons an average of fourteen lines, or
closer and more painstaking scrutiny. For the equivalent of a complete sonnet, for
minutes he turned over page after page, every day. This prodigious volume of po-
squinting through the glass Varduk had etry he completed between times of mak-
lent him. Finally he looked up again. ing love, fighting scandal, traveling, quar-
"No forgery here. Every stroke of the reling, philosophizing, organizing the
pen is a clean one. A forger draws pic- Greek revolution. · An impressive record
tures, so to speak, of the handwriting he of work, both in size and in its propor-
copies, and with a lens like this one can tion of excellence."
plainly see the jagged, deliberate sketch- Sigrid leaned forward. "But you said
work." He handed back the magnifying that Lord Byron himself bequeathed the
glass and dqffed his spectacles, then let play to you."
his thoughtful eyes travel from one of us Again Varduk' s tight, brief smile. "It
to the others. "I'll stake my legal and sounds fantastic,; but it happened. Byron
'
THE BLACK DRAMA 693
gave the manuscript to Oaire Oairmont, bother to leave with me-my suite is here
his mistress and the mother of two of his in this hotel."
children. He wanted it kept a secret-he She bade Varduk good-night, nodded
had been called fiend incarnate too often. to the others and left quickly. I watched
So he charged her that she and the chil- her departure with what must have been
dren after her keep the play in trust, very apparent and foolish ruefulness on
tD be given the world a hundred years my face. It was the voice of Judge Pur-
from the date of his death." suivant that recalled me to my surround-
ings.
cleared his throat. "I was "I've seen and admired your motion
P URSUIVANT
under the impression that Byron had
only one child by Claire Clairmont, Mr.
pictures, Mr. Connatt," he said graciously.
"Shall we go out together? Perhaps I can
V arduk. Allegra, who died so tragically persuade you to join me in another of my
at the age of six." enthusiasms-late food and drink.''
"He had two," was Varduk's decisive We made our adieux and departed. In
reply. "A son survived, and had issue." the bar of the hotel we found a quiet
"Wasn't Oaire's son by Shelley?" asked table, where my companion scanned the
Pursuivant. liquor list narrowly and ordered samples
V arduk shook his curly head. "No, by of three Scotch whiskies. The waiter
Lord Byron." He paused and drew a brought them. The judge sniffed each
gentle breath, as if to give emphasis to experimentally, and finally made his
what he was going to add. Then: "I am choice.
descended from that son, ladies and gen· "Two of those, and soda-no ice," he
tlemen. I am the great-grandson of Lord directed. "Something to eat, Mr. Con·
Byron." natt? No? Waiter, bring me some of the
He sa,nk back into his shadows once cold tongue with potato salad." Smiling,
more and let his luminous face seem again he turned back to me. "Good living is my
like a disembodied mask against the dark greatest pursuit.''
tapestry. He let us be dazzled ·by his an- "Greater than scholarship?"
nouncement for some seconds. Then he He nodded readily. "However, I don't
spoke again. mean that tonight's visit with Mr. Var-
"However, to return to our play. Surri- duk was not something to rouse any man's
mer is at hand, and the opening will take interest. It was full of good meat for any
place at the Lake Jozgid Theater, in July, antiquary's appetite. By the way, were
later to come to town with the autumn. you surprized when he said ·that he was
All agreed? Ready to discuss contracts?" descended from Lord Byron?"
He looked around the circle, picking up "Now that you mention it, I wasn't,"
our affirmative nods with his intensely I replied. "He's the most Byronic indi-
understanding eyes. "Very good. Call vidual I have ever met.''
again tomorrow. Mr. Davidson, my as· "Right. Of course, the physical re-
sistant, will have the documents and all semblances might be accidental, the man-
further information." ner a pose. But in any case, he's highly
Jake Switz was first to leave, hurrying picturesque, and from what little I can
to telephone announcements to all the learn about him, he's eminently capable
morning newspapers. Sigrid, rising, as well. You feel lucky in being with him
smiled at me with real warmth. in this venture?"
..So nice to see you again, Gib. Do not I felt like confiding in this friendly,
694 :wEIRD TALES
tawny man. "Judge Pursuivant," I said 4. Into the Co11ntry
honestly, "any job is a godsend to me just
now."
"Then let me congratulate you, and
T HE judge would not enlarge upon
his perplexing statement, but he
would and did play the most genial host
warn you." I had ever known since the extravagant
"Warn me?" days of Hollywood. We had a number of
"Here's your whisky," he said sud- drinks, and he complimented me on my
denly, and was silent while he himself steadiness of hand and head. When we
mixed the spirit with the soda. Handing parted I slept well in my little .room that
me a glass, he lifted the other in a silent already seemed more cheerful. ·
toasting gesture. We drank, and then I Before noon the following day I re-
repeated, "Warn me, you were saying, turned to Varduk's hotel. Only Davidson
• ;I"
SJC. was there, and he was far more crisp and
"Yes." He tightened his wide, intel- to the point than he had been when his
ligent mouth under the feline mustache. chief was present. I accepted the salary
"It's this play, Ruthven." figure already set down on my contract
'What about it?" form, signed my name, received a copy
of the play and left.
His plate of tongue and salad was set
After my frugal lunch-I was still liv-
before him at this juncture. He lifted a
ing on the money Jake Switz had lent me
morsel on his fork and tasted it.
- I walked to the library and searched out
"This is very good, Mr. Connatt. You a copy of Contemporary Americans. Var-
should have tried some. Where were we? duk' s name I did not find, and wondered
Oh, yes, about Ruthven. I was quite unre- at that until the thought occurred that he,
served in my opinion, wasn't I?" a descendant of Byron, was undoubtedly
"So it ·seemed when you offered to a British subject. Before giving up the
stake your reputation on the manuscript volume I turned to the P's. This time my
being genuine." search bore fruit:
"So I did," he agreed, cutting a slice PuRsUIVANT, Keith Hilary; b. 1891, Richmond,
Va., only son of Hilary Pursuivant (b. 1840, Pur-
of tongue into mouthfuls. "And I meant suivant Landing, Ky.; Col. and Maj.-Gen., Va.
just that. What I saw of the play was Volunteer Infantry, 1861-65; attorney and jour-
nalist; d. 1898) and Anne Elizabeth (Keith)
Byronic in content, albeit creepy enough Pursuivant (b. 1864, Edinburgh; d. 1891).
to touch even an occultist with a shiver. Educ. Richmond pub. sch., Lawrenceville and
Yale. A. B., male, 1908. Phi Beta Kappa, Skulls
The handwriting, too, was undoubtedly and Bones, football, forensics. LL. B., .COiumbia,
Byron's. Yet I felt like staking my repu- 1911. Ph. D., Oxford, 1922. Admitted to Vir-
tation on something else." ginia bar, 1912. Elected 1914, Judge district
court, Richmond. Resigned, 1917, to enter army.
He paused and we each had a sip of Major, Intelligence Div., U. S. A., 1917-19. D.
S. C., Cong. Medal of Honor, Legion d 1Ho1meur
whisky. His recourse to the liquor seemed (Fr.). Ret. legal practice, 1919.
to give him words for what he wished to Author: The Unknown That Terrifies, Can-
nibalism in America, Vampyriron, An Indictment
say. of Logic, etc.
Clubs: Lambs, Inkhorn, Gastronomies, Saber.
"It's a paradox, Mr. Connatt, and I am Hobbies: Food, antiquaries, demonology, fenc-
by no means so fond of paradoxes as was ing.
Protestant. Independent. Unmarried.
my friend, the late Gilbert Chesterton; Address: Low Haven, RFD No. 1, Bucklin,
but, while Byron most certainly wrote W. Va.
Ruthven, he wrote it on paper that was Thus the dean-picked skeleton of a life·
watermarked less thm ten years ago." history; yet it was ~o hard task to restore
THE BLACK DRAMA
' some of its tissues, even coax it to life. bear a name like a manor house. Proi,.
Son of a Southern aristocrat who was a ably comfortable, withdrawn, full of
soldier while young and a lawyer and sturdy furniture and good books, with a
writer when mature, orphaned of his well-stocked pantry and cellar.
Scotch mother in the first year of his ex- I felt that I had learned something
istence-had she died in giving him life? about the man, and I was desirous of
-Keith Pursuivant was born, it seemed, learning more.
. to distinction. To graduate from Yale in
1908 he must have been one of the
youngest men in his class, if not the 0 N THE evening mail I received an en-
velope addressed in Jake Switz's jag-
youngest; yet, at seventeen, he was . an ged handwriting. Inside were half a dozen
honor student, an athlete, member of an five-dollar bills and a railway ticket, on
exclusive senior society and an orator. the back of which was scribbled in pencil:
After that, law school, practise and elec- "Take the 9 a. m. train at Grand Central.
tion to the bench of his native community I'll meet you at the Dillard Falls Junction
at the unheard-of age of twenty-three. with a car. J. Switz."
Then the World War, that.sunderer of I blessed the friendly heart of Sigrid's
career-chains and remolder of men. The little serf, and went home to pack. The
elder Pursuivant had been a colonel room clerk seemed surprized and relieved
at twenty-one, a major-general before when I checked out in the morning, pay-
twenty-five; Keith, his son, deserting his ing him in full. I reached the station
brilliant legal career, was a major at early and got on the train, securing a good
twenty-six,, but in the corps of brain· seat in the smoking-car. Many were
soldiers that matched wits with an em- boarding the car, but none looked at me,
pire. That he came off well in the contest not even the big fellow who seated him-
was witnessed by his decorations, earnest self into position at my side. Six years
of valor and resource. before I had been mobbed as I stepped off
"Ret. legal practise, 1919." So he did the Twentieth Century Limited in this
not remain in his early profession, even very station-a hundred women had rent
though it promised so well. What then? away my coat and shirt in rags for souve-
Turn back for the answer. "Ph. D., Ox- nirs-
ford, 1922." His new love was scholar- "Would you let me have a match, Mr.
ship. He became an author and philoso- Connatt?" asked a voice I had heard be-
pher. His interests included the trencher fore. My companion's pale blue eyes were
- I had seen him eat and drink with turned upon me, and he was tucking a
hearty pleasure-the study hall, the steel trusty-looking pipe beneath his blond
blade. mustache.
What else? "Protestant"-religion was "Judge Pursuivant!" I cried, with a
his, but not narrowly so, or he would have pleasure I did not try to disguise. "You
been specific about a single sect. "Inde- here-it's like one of those Grand Hotel
pendent"-his political adventures had plays."
not bound him to any party. "Unmar· "Not so much coincidence as that," he
ried"-he had lived too busily for love? .smiled, taking the match I had found.
Or had he known it, and lost? I, too, was ·'You see, I am still intrigued by the para-
unmarried, and I was well past thirty. dox we discussed the other night; I mean.
"Address: Low Haven" - a country the riddle of how and when R.Nthven was
home, apparently pretentious enough to set down. It so happens that an old
696 WEIRD TALES
friend of mine has a cabin near the Lake believer in evil spirits, and perhaps a prac·
Jozgid Theater, and I need a vacation." tising diabolist. The family seat,. New·
He drew a cloud of comforting smoke. stead Abbey, had been the retreat of me-
"Judiciously I accepted his invitation to dieval monks, and when those monks
. stay there. You and I shall be neighbors." were driven from it they may have cursed
"Good ones, I hope," was my warm their dispossessors. In any case, it had
rejoinder, as I lighted a cigarette from ghosts and a 'Devil's \Vood/ "
the match he still held. "Byron was just the man for that her-
By the time our train clanked out of itage," I observed.
the subterranean caverns of Grand Cen- "He certainly was. As a child he car-
tral Station, we were deep in pleasant ried pistols in his pockets and longed to
talk. At my earnest plea, the judge dis- kill someone. As a youth he chained a
cussed Lord Byron. bear and a wolf at his door, drank wine
"A point in favor of the genuineness from a human skull, and mocked religion
of the document," he began, "is that By- by wearing a monk's habit to orgies. His
ron was exactly the sort of man who unearthly beauty, his mocking tongue,
would conceive and write a play like fitted in with his wickedness and his limp
Ruthven." to make him seem an incarnation of the
"With the semi-vampire plot?" I asked. hoofed Satan. As for his sins--" The
"I always thought that England of his judge broke off in contemplation of them.
time had just about forgotten about vam- "Nobody knows them all," I remll,ided.
pires." "Perhaps he repented," mused my com-
"Yes, but Byron fetched them back into panion. "At least he seems to have for-
the national mind. Remember, he trav- gotten his light loves and dark pleasures,
eled in Greece as a young man, and ' the turned to good works and the effort to
belief was strong in that part of the liberate the Greeks from their Turkish
world. In a footnote to The Giaour- oppressors. If he began life like an imp,
you'll ·find his footnotes in any standard he finished like a hero. I hope that he
edition of his works-he discusses vam- was sincere in that change, and not too
pires." late."
"Varduk spoke of those who fancied I expressed the desire to study Byron's
Byron to be the devil," I remembered. life and writings, and Pursuivant opened
"They may have had more than fancy his suitcase on the spot to lend me Drink-
to father the thought. Not that I do not water' s and Maurois' biographies, a copy·
admire Byron, for his talents and his of the collected poems, and his own work,
achievements; but something of a diabolic A Defense of the Wickedest Poet.
curse hangs over him. Why," and Pursui- We ate lunch together in the dining-
vant warmed instantly to the discussion, car, Pursuivant pondering his choice from
"his very family history reads like a the menu as once he must have pondered
Gothic novel. His father was 'Mad Jack' his decision in a case at court. When he
Byron, the most sinful man of his gener- made his selection, he devoured it with
ation; his grandfather was Admiral 'Foul- the same gusto I had observed before.
weather Jack' Byron, about whose ill luck "Food may be a necessity," quoth he be-
at sea is more than a suggestion of divine tween bites, "but the enjoyment of it is a
displeasure. The title descended to By- blessing."
ron from his great-uncle, the 'Wicked "You have other enjoyments," I re-
Lord,' who was a murderer, a libertine, a minded him. "Study, fencing--"
THE BLACK DRAMA 697.
That brought on a discussion of the tie path, with a small structure of logs
sword as weapon and 'Symbol. My own . showing through the trees beyond. We
swordsmanship is no better or worse than waved good-bye to him, and Jake trod on
that of most actors, and Pursuivant was his starter once more. As we rolled away,
frank in condemning most stage fencers. he glanced sidewise at me. His crossed
"I dislike to see a clumsy lout postur- eyes behind their thick lenses had grown
ing through the duel scenes of Cyrano de suddenly serious.
Be,.gerac or Hamlet," he growled. "No "Only one night Sigrid and I been
offense, Mr. Connatt. I confess that you, here, Gib," he said, somewhat darkly,
in your motion-picture interpr~ation of "and I don't like it."
the role of Don Cresar de Bazan, achieved "Don't tell me you're haunted," I ral-
some very convincing cut-and-thrust. lied him, laughing. "That's good press-
From what I saw, you have an under- agentry for a horror play, but I'm one of
standing of the sport. Perhaps you and I the actors. I won't be buying tickets.''
can have a bout or so between your re- He did not laugh in return.
hearsals." "I won't say haunted, Gib. That means
I said that I would be honored, and ordinary ghosts, and whatever is here at
then we had to collect our luggage and the theater is worse than ghosts. Listen
change trains. An hour or more passed what happened."
on the new road before we reached our
5 . /ake's Story
junction.
IGRID, with Jake in attendance as usual,
J AKE SWITZ was there as he had prom- S had left New York on the morning
ised to be, at the wheel of a sturdy re- after Varduk's reading of Rnthven. They
painted car. He greeted us with a tri- had driven in the car Jake had helped
umphant story of his astuteness in helping Davidson to buy, and thus they avoided
Elmo Davidson to bargain for the ve- the usual throngs of Sigrid's souvenir-
hicle, broke off to invite Pursuivant to demanding public, which would have
ride with us to his cabin, and then complicated their departure by train. At
launched into a hymn of praise for Sig- Dillard Falls Junction, Varduk himself
rid'~ early rehearsals of her role. awaited them, having come up on a night
"Nobody in America seems to think train. Jake took time to mail me a ticket
she ever made anything but movies," he and money, then they drove the long,
pointed out. "At home in Sweden, shadowy way to the theater.
though, she did deep stuff-Ibsen and Lake Jozgid, as most rural New York-
them guys-and her only a kid then. You ers know, is set rather low among wooded
wait, Gib, she'll knock from the theater hills and bluffs. The unevenness of the
public their eyes out with her class." country and the poverty of the soil have
The road from the junction was deep- discouraged cultivation, so that farms and
set between hills, and darkly hedged with villages are few. As the party drove,
high trees. "This makes the theater hard Varduk suggested an advantage in this
to get at," Jake pointed out as he drove. remoteness, which suggestion Jake later
"People will have to make a regular pil- passed on to Judge Pursuivant and me;
grimage to see Holgar play in Rnthven, where a less brilliant or more accessible
and they'll like it twice as well because star might be ignored in such far quarters,
of all the trouble they took." Sigrid would find Lake Jozgid to her ad-
Pursuivant left us at the head ·of a lit· vantage. The world would beat a path to
ts98 WEIRD TALES
her box office, and treasure a glimpse of are wise, you will do as I say," he made
her the more because that glimpse had answer.
been difficult of attainment. Men like V arduk are masterful and
The theater building itself had been a used to being obeyed. Sometimes they
great two-story lodge, made of heavy logs lose sight of the fact that women like Sig-
and hand-hewn planks. Some sporting- rid are not used to being given arbitrary
club, now defunct, had owned it, then commands without explanation. She fell
abandoned it when fish grew scarce in the silent and a little frigid for half an hour
lake. Varduk had leased it cheaply, -often I had seen her just as Jake was
knocked out all partitions on the ground describing her. Then she rose and ex-
Boor, and set up a stage, a lobby and cused herself, saying that she was tired
pew-like benches. The upper rooms from the morning's long drive and would
would serve as lodgings for himself and go to bed early. Varduk rose and cour-
his associate Davidson, while small out- teously bowed her to the stairs. Since her
buildings had been fitted up to accommo- sleeping-quarters, a cleverly rebuilt wood-
date the rest of us. ' shed, were hardly a dozen steps from the
Around this group of structures clung rear of the lodge building itself, neither
a thick mass of timber. Sigrid, who had man thought it necessary to accompany
spent her girlhood among Sweden's for- her.
ests, pointed out that it was mostly virgin Left alone; V arduk and Jake carried 'on
and inquired why a lumber company had an idle conversation, mostly about public-
never cut logs here. Varduk replied that ity plans. Jake, who in the show business
the property had been private for many had done successfully almost everything
years, then changed the subject by the but acting, found in his companion a
welcome suggestion that they have dinner. rather penetrating and accurate commen-
They had brought a supply of provisions, tator on this particular aspect of produc-
and Jake, who is something of a cook in tion. Indeed, V arduk debated him into
addition to his many other professions, a new attitude-one of restraint and dig-
prepared a meal. Both Sigrid and Jake nity instead of novel and insistent ex-
ate heartily, but V arduk seemed only to travagance.
take occasional morsels for politene5s' "You're right," Jake announced at
sake. length. 'Tm going to get the releases
In the evening, a full moon began to that go out in tomorrow's mail. I'll cut
rise across the lake. Sitting together in out every 'stupendous' and 'colossal' I
Varduk's upstairs parlor, the three saw wrote into them. Good night, Mr. Var-
the great soaring disk of pale light, and duk."
Sigrid cried out joyfully that she wanted He, too, trotted downstairs and left the
to go out and see better. main building for his own sleeping-room,
"Take a lantern if you go out at night," which was the loft of an old boat-house.
counseled Varduk over his cigar. As he turned toward the water, he saw a
"A lantern?" Sigrid repeated. "But figure walking slowly and dreamily along
that would spoil the effect of the moon- its edge-Sigrid, her hands tucked into
light." the pockets of the light belted coat she
Her new director blew a smooth ring had donned against possible night chills,
of smoke and stared into its center, as her head flung back as though she sought
though a message lay there. Then he all of the moonlight upon .her rapt face.
turned his brilliant eyes to her. "If you Although she had.wandered out to the
THE BLACK DRAMA 699
brink of the ·sandy beach and so stood in little it ·had had of details in the dark-
the open brightness, clwnps of bushes and ness now wint misty, as its glow was con-
young trees grew out almost to the lake. quered in the brighter flood of moonglow.
'One tufty belt of scrub willow extended Yet it was there, and moving toward Sig-
froi:n the denser timber to a point within rid. She had turned from looking across
a dozen feet of Sigrid. It made a screen the water, and now shrank back with a
of gloom between Jake's viewpoint and tremulous cry, stumbling and recovering
the moon's spray of silver. Yet, he could herself ankle-deep in the shallows.
see, light was apparently soaking through Jake, meanwhile, had flung himself be-
its close-set leaves, a streak of soft radi- tween her and what was coming out of
ance that was so filtered as to look murky, the thicket. He did not wait or even set
greenish, like the glow from rotting sal- himself for conflict, but changed direc-
mon. tion to face and spring upon the threat-
ening presence. Though past his first
youth, he fancied ·himself as in fairly
E mer, asit Jake
VEN noticed this flecky glim-
seemed to open up like a fan tough condition, and more than once he
or a parasol. Instead of a streak, it was had won such impromptu fist-fights as
a blot. This extended further, lazily but spring up among the too-temperamental·
noticeably. Jake scowled. And this moved folk of the theater. He attacked as he
lakeward, ·without leaving any of itself would against a hwnan adversary, sinking
at the starting-point. his head between his shoulders and fling-
With its greatening came somewhat of ing his fists in quick succession.
a brightening, which revealed that the He got home solidly, against some-
phenomenon had some sort of shape--or thing tangible but sickeningly loose be-
perhaps the shape was defining itself as neath its smooth skin or rind. It was
it moved. The blot's edges grew uneven- like buffeting a sack half full of 'meal.
ly, receding in places to swell in others. Though the substance sank in beneath
Jake saw that these swellings sprouted his knuckles, there was no reeling or re-
into pseudopodal extensions (to quote treat. A squashy return slap almost en-
him, they "jellied out"), that stirred as veloped his face, and his spectacles came
though groping or reaching. And at the away as though by suction. At the same
top w.as a squat roundness, like an unde- time he felt a cable-like embrace, such as
veloped craniwn. The lower rays of light he had imagined a python might exert.
became limbs, striking at the ground as He smelled putrescence, was close to be-
though to walk. The thing counterfeited ing sick, and heard, just behind him, the
life, motion-and attention. It was mov- louder screaming of Sigrid.
ing toward the water, and ~oward Sigrid. The fresh knowledge of her danger and·
Jake did not know what it was, and he terror made him strong again. One arm
says that he was suddenly and extremely was free, and he battered gamely with his
frightened. Yet he does not seem to have fist. He found his mark, twice and maybe ·
ac;ted like one who is· stricken with fear. three times. Then his sickness became
What he did, and did at once, was to faintness when he realized that his knuck-
bawl out a warning to Sigrid, then charge les had become slimy wet.
at the mystery. A new force dragged at him behind.
It had stolen into the moonlight, and Another enemy . . . then a terrible voice
Jake encountered it there. As he charged, . of command, the voice of Varduk:
he tried to make out the details; but what "Let go at once!"
t700 ;wEIRD TALES·
The grasp and the filthy bulk fell away "We owe you our lives," she said to
from Jake. He felt his knees waver like Varduk. "What were those--"
shreds of paper. His eyes, blurred with- "Never mind," he cut her off. "They
out their thick spectacles, could barely dis- will threaten you no more tonight. Go to
cern, not one, but several lumpy forms your beds, and be more careful in the
drawing back. And near him stood Var- future."
duk, his facial phosphorescence out-
gleaming the rotten light of the creatures,
his form drawn up sternly in a posture
Tms was the story that Jake told me as
we drove the final miles to the Lake
Joigid Theater.
of command. He admitted that it had all been a des-
"Get out!" cried Varduk again. "By perate and indistinct scramble to him, and
what power do you come for your victim that explanation he had offered next
now?" morning when Varduk laughed and ac-
The uncouth shapes shrank out of cused him of dreaming.
sight. Jake could not be sure whether "But maybe it wasn't a dream," Jake
they found shelter behind bushes and said as he finished. "Even if it was, I
trees or not; perhaps they actually faded don't want any more dreams like it."
into invisibility. Sigrid had come close, In the nm installment of this strange novel, a corner
stepping gingerly in her wet shoes, and be of the veil coocealiog the weird ideoti~ of V arduk will
lifted. To avoid missing your copy of WEIRD TALES,
stooped to retrieve Jake's fallen glasses. we suggest that you resci:ve your 'opy at your magazine
dealers now,
\ -
:71zeJ3lack Drama
By GANS T. FIELD
~ 1.lrtlllge weird story 1bo11t the
ee1y personality known as V crd111l, who daimed
descent from Lord Byron, and the hideo11t doom that
stalked in his wake
The SJt>ry So Fill' play RNthvtn, opposite Sigrid Holgar,
ILBERT CONNATT, the narra- Conru.tt's ex-sweetheart, who since her
Elmo Davidson, Varduk's Man Friday, they awaited only our passing before thf1i
and Martha Vining, character actress. moved out to block the open way be-
RNtbven is announced as the lost vam- hind us.
pire-demon drama of Lord Byron, and From this sand-snrfaced road there
its authenticity is vouched for by Judge branched eventually a second, and even
Keith Pursuivant, antiquary and ocrult- narrower and darlc:er, that dipped down a
ist, who is convinced that the writing is thickly timbered slope. We took a rather
genuinely Byron's, therefore more than difficult curve at the bottom and came out
a century old; however, he tells O:mnatt almost upon the shore of the lake, with
that the paper on which the play is writ- the old lodge and its outbuildings in plain
ten was watermarked less than ten years view.
pteViously. These structnres were in the best of
The play is to open in July at the Lake repair, bnt appeared intensely dark and
J02gid Summer Theater, among upstate weathered, as thongh the afternoon sky
New York forests. Connatt arrives, ac- shed a brownish light upon them. The
companied by Judge Pursuivant, who is lodge that was now the theater stood
vacationing near by. Jake, meeting Con- dear in the center of the sizable cleared
natt, tells a disquieting story of how he space, although lush-looking clumps and
and Sigrid were attacked and almost belts of evergreen scrub grew almost
overcome at night by strange, half-de.fined against the sheds and the boathouse. I
shapes. was enongh of an observer to be aware
The story continues: that the deep roofs were of stout ax<nt
shingles, and that pie heavy timbers of
•6. The Thet11er in the Forest
the walls were undOubtedly seasoned for
an age. The windows were large but
AKl!'s narrative did not give me cheer· deep-set in their sturdy frames. Those
J ful expectations of the Lake Jozgid who call windows the eyes of a house
would have thought that these eyes were
Theater. It was just as well, for my first
glimpse of the place convinced me that large enough, but well able to conceal
it was the exact setting for a play of the secrets and feelings within.
morbid unreality. As we emerged from the car, I felt
The road beyond Pursuivant' s cabin rather than saw an onlooker. Varduk
was narrow but not too bad. Jake, driv- stood in the ;wide front door of the lodge
ing nimbly over ·its sanded surface, told building. Neither Jake nor I could agree
me that we might thank the public works later whether he had opened the door
program for its good condition. In one himself and appeared, whether he had
or two places, as 1 think 1 have said stepped into view wit'1 the door already
already, the way was cut deeply between open, or whether he had been standing
knolls or bluffs, and here it was gloomy there all the time. His slender, elegant
and almost sunless. Too, th_e woods figure was dressed in dark jacket and
thickened to right and left, with taller trousers, with a black silk . scarf draped
and taller, ranks of trees at the roadside. Ascot fashion at his throat, just as he
Springtime's leafage made the trees seem had wom at his hotel in New York.
vigorous, but not exactly cheerful; I fan- When he saw that we were aware of him,
cied that they were endowed with intel- he lifted a white hand in greeting and
ligence and the power of motion, anq that descended two steps to meet us coming
nm BLACK DRAMA 55
toward him. I offered him my hand, a1ld pose," he added over his shoulder, "that
he gave it a quick, shll!P pressure, as you take Mr. Connatt up to the loft of the
though he were investigating the texture boathouse. Mr. Connatt, do you mind
of my flesh and bone. putting up with Swilz?"
"I am glad to see you here so soon, "Not in the least," I assured him read·
Mr. c.onnatt," he said cordially. "Now ily, and took up two of my bags. Jake
we need wait only for Miss Vining, who had already lifted the third and heaviest.
should arrive before dark. Miss Holgar We nodded to Varduk and skirted the
came yesterday, and Davidson this mom· side of the lodge, walked down to the
Ji:lg." water, then entered the boathouse. It was
- "There will be only the six of us, a simple affair of well-chinked logs. Two
then?" I asked. leaky-looking canoes still occupied the
He nodded his chestnut rurls. "A care- lower part of it, but we picked our waY,
taker will come here each day, to prepare past them and ascended a sturdy staircase
lunch and dinner and to dean. He lives to t1 loft under the peaked roof. This
several miles up the road, and will spend had been finished with wall-board and
his nights at home. But we of the play boasted a window at each end. Two cots,
itself will be io. residence, and we alone a rug, a wash-stand, a table and several
-a condition fully in character, I feel, chairs made it an acceptable sleeping'
with the attitude of mystery and reserve apartment.
we have assumed toward our interesting "This theater is half-way to the never-
p_roduction. For breakfasts, Davidson never land," I commented as I began to
will be able to look after us." unpack.
"Huh!" grunted Jake. "That Davidson "I should live so-I nevff saw the like
can ad, manage, stage-hand, cook-be of it," Jake said earnestly. "How are
does everything." people going to find their way here? Yes::_
"Almost everything," said Varduk terday I began to talk about signs by l:he
diyly, and his eyes turned long and ex· side of the road. Right off at once, Var-
pressionlessly upon my friend, who im- duk said no. I begged like a poor rela·
mediately subsided. Jn the daylight I saw tion left out of his uncle's will. Finally
that V arduk' s eyes were hazel; on the he said yes--but the signs must be small
night I had met him at his hotel thCf. and dignified, and put up onl.v. a day be-
had seemed thunder-dark. fore the show begins."
"You, too, are considered useful at I wanted to ask a question about his
many things around the theater, SWitz," adventure of the previous night, but
:Varduk continued. "I took that into con· Jake shook his head in refusal to discuss
sideration when Miss .Holgar, though she it. "Not here," he said. "Gib, who
left her maid bebjnd, insisted on indud· knows who may be listening?" He
ing you in the company. I daresay, we can dropped his voice, "Or even what might
depend on you to help Davidson with the be listening?"
staging and so on." I lapsed into silence and got out old
"Oh, yes, sure," Jake made rqily. "Cer· canvas sneakers, flannel slacks and a Nor-
t,.;niy. Miss Holgar, she wants me to do folk jacket, and changed into them,
that." Dressed in this easy manner, I left the
"Vay good." Varduk turned on the boathouse and stood beside the lake. At
.heel of hls well-polished boot. "Sup- once a voice hailed me. Sigrid was walk·
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dark brown. B.mwa, tco, was &e 1ata9f.
autain that hid the stage
"We'll be there tonight," said Sigrid,
I .bent to kiss nodding stageward. "VaMuk has called
Wunder myfacelips,tobutface;
tered
I! CAMI!
bet hand. As onre before, lt liut-
when I stra.igbt-
the £rst i:ehearsal fut llnmediatelf after
dlanct-. We eat together, of cow:se, ill. &
eoed a.gain I saw .aothillg of distaste or bi,g room upstairs.."
unsteadiness in her expression. ":May I sit next to you when we eat?"
"Gib, how nice that you're .here!" lihe l asked, and she laughed yet again. She
cried. "Do you like the place?" was being as cheerful as I had ever kooWll
"I haven't seen very much of it yd:," I he: to be.
told Iler. "I want to see the inside of the "You sound like the student-hero in a
theater." light opera, Gib.. I don't know about the
She took her hand away from me and seating-arrangement.. Last night I was at
tbrust lt into the pocket of the old white the head of the bhle, aad V&rduk at the
sweater she wore. "I think that I love jt foot. Jake and Mr. Davidson were at
here," slie said, with an air of y;ay confes- either side of me."
sion. "Not all of the hermit stories about "I shall .certainly arrive before one or
me are lies. I could grow truly fat-God tlae otlter oi them," I wwed solenmly.
save the mark!-on quiet and .serenity." varouk had "drifted in as we talloed,
"Varduk pleases you, too?" I sug- and he dwdded 1lt m1 announcement.
gested. "A gallant nob!, Mr. Coonatt, and one
"He has more understanding than any that I hope you can captw:e as plcas&ntl.1
other theatrical executive in my experi- for the romantic passages of our RJah11en.
ence," she responded emphatically. "lJe B,' the bfe, our first reheusal will tab:
fills me with the wish to worlt. I'm like place this evening."
a. mrry-cyed beginner again. What wonld "So Miss Holgar has told me,u I nod-
you say if I told yon that I was sweeping ded. "I have studied the plaJ' rather
tlllf own room and making my own bed?" prayerfully since Davidson give me a
""I would say that jon were the most copv. I hope I'm not & disappointment
dmming housemaid in the world."
in it."
Her laughter was foll of delight. "You
sowid as if you mean it, Gt"b. It is nice "I am sure that .,.,... will not be," he
to know you as a friend again." said kindly. "I did not choose disappoint-
It seemed In me that site emphasi2e<I ing people for my cmt."
the word wfrieod" a trule, as though to Davidson entered from the front, to
warn me that our relationship would say that Martha V ming had arrived. Var-
nevermore berome closer than that. duk mored away, d in his walk as I
Cllanglng the subject, I asked her if she had obscrved before. Sigrid and I went
ha.d swwn in the lake; sac hadrand found through the side door and back into the
it cold. How about seeing the theater? open.
Together we walked toward the lodge That evening I kept my promise to find
and entered at a side door. a place by Sigrid at the table. Davidson,
The anditorimn was as Jake had de- l!Otering just behind me, looked a trille
scribed jt to me, and I saw that Vardak chagrined but sat at my other side, With
liked a duk tone. He had stained the Martha Villing oppmille. The dinocc was
paoding, ttie benches, and the beams & good, with roast .lllatlal, Jaiad and a,PP.14
11IE BI.ACX DRAMA:
tut. I thought ol Jadge Punuinnt's I started to offet him my copy, but be
healthy appetite as I ate. waved it rway with thanks. "I know the
After the coffee, Varduk nodded to the thing by heart," he informed me, though
old man who served as aretalrer, c:ook with no air of boasting. RCII!aining still
and waitec, as m dismissal. Then the upon his feet, he looked around our
producer's hazel eyes turned to Sigrid, seated array, capturing every eye and at·
who took lier rue and rose. We did like- tention.
w.ise. "1he fiat part of RMthven is, as we
"Shall we go down to the mge?" Vu- know already, in iambic pentameter-die
duk said to us. "It's time for our first ·heroic verse' that was customary and
effort with H.Nlhvm." even expected in damas of Byron's day.
However, he employs here his usual trick
7. !Uhearsal of breaking the earlier lines up into short,
situation-building speeches. No long and
'X TE WENT down a back stairway that involved declamations, as in so many
l' l' orought us to the empty stage. A aeaky tragedies of his fellows. He wrote
light was already burning, and I remem- the same sort of opening scenes for his
ber well that my first impression was of plays the worra has already seen per·
the stage's narrowness and considerable formed-Werner, The Two Fo1""7, MA-
depth. Its back was of plaster over the rino Faliero and Th• DeforrMtl Tras-
outer timbers, but at either side partitions fonnetl.."
of paneling had been erected to enclose Martha V ming cleared her throat.
the cell-like dressing-rooms. One of the "Doesn't MAnfred begin with a long.
<!oors bore a star of white paint, evidently measured soliloquy by the central char-
for Sigrid. Against .the back wall leaned acter?"
several open frames of wood, with rolls ..It does," nodded V arduk. '1 am
of canvas lying ready to be tacked on and gratified, Miss Vining, to observe that
painted into llCCDety. you have been .studying something of
Varduk had led the w«y <!own the Byron's work." He paused, and she bri·
Sbirs, ancl at the foot he paused to call died in satisfaction. "'However," he con·
upward to Davidson, who remained at tinued, somewhat maliciously, ••you would
the rear of the proc:essioo. ·Fetch some be well advised to study farther; and learn
&airs;' he orden:d, and the tall subordi- that Byron stated definitely that Man/rel
nate paused to gather them. He carried was not written for the theater. But, re-
down six at ooa; his long strong arms turning to Rltthven, with which work we
threaded through their open backs. Var- are primanly a:incemed, the short, lively
duk showed him with silent gestures exchanges at the beginning are Aubrey's
where to arrange them, and himself led and Malvina's.·• He quoted from memoty.
Sigrid to the midmost of them, upstage " 'Scene, Malvina's garden. 'rune, late
a:nter. afternoon-Aubrey, sitting at Malvina's
·'Sit down, 'Ill," he said to the rest of feet, tells his adventures.' Very good,
as. "Curtain, Davidson." He waited Mr. Conn~tt. take your place at Miss
wliile the heavy pall rolled ponda-ously Holgar's feet."
upward against the top of the atdt. I did so, and she smiled in comndely
'-'Have you got your scripts, ladies and fashion while waiting for the others to
ptlemcn.>" dmg thEir chairs away. Glancing 111: our
We all had, but his hands were empty. scripts, we began:
i5B :wmRD· TALES
"fm no Othello, darling." Like lead, upon the face 'Vhere it is
"Yet I am fixed"
Your Desdeiµona. Tell me of your Followed the stoty, -which I have out•
travels." lined elsewhere, of the encountq with
"Of Anthropophagi?" bandits and Ruthven's apparent sacrifice
"'And men whose heads of himself to cover Aubrey's retreat,
do grow beneath--' u Then Martha Vining, as the maid Brid·
~'I saw no sudi, get, spoke to announce Ruthven's coming;
Not .in all wildest Greece and Mace· and' upon the heels of her speech V arduk
don. 0 moved stiffiy to"ward us.
"Saw you no spirits?" ".Aubrey!" he cried, in a rich, ringing
uN'one-, Malvina-none.., tone such as fills theaters, and not at all
"Not even the vampire, he who quaffs ·like his nrd!!tarr gentle voice. I made my;
the blood due response:
Of life, that he may Jive in deathr "Have you lived, Ruthven? But the
"Not I. horde
How do you know that tale?" Of outlaw warriors compassed you and
"I've read struck-"
Jo old romance~-" In the role of Ruthven, Varduk's in·
•Capital, capital," interrupted V arduk terruption was as natural and decisive as
pleasantly. "I know that the play is writ· when, in ordinary conversation, he neatly
ten in a specific meter, yet you need not cut another's speech in two with a remark
speak as though it were. If anything, of his own. I have already quoted this
make the lines less rhythmic and more reply of Ruthven's: ·
matter-of-fact. Remember, you are young ..I faced them, and who seeks my fw:
IO'lers, half bantering as you woo. Let seeks death."
your audience relax wit1i you. Let it feel He was speaking the line, of course,
the verse form without actually hearing." without script, an<l his eyes held mine.
We continued, to the line where Despite myself, I almost staggered under
Aubrey tells of his travel-acquaintance the weight of his glance. It was like that
Ruthven. Here the speech became deli· which Aubrey actually credits to Ruthven
nite verse: - lead-heavy instead of piercing, difficult
"He is a friend who charms, but does to support. ·
not cheer, The rehearsal went oo, with Ruthven's
One who conim;uids, but romforts not, seduction of Bridget and his rourt to the
the WQtld. nervous but fascinated Malvina: In the
I do not doubt but women find him end, as I have synopsized earlier, came
handsome, his secret and miraculous revival from
Yet hearts must be uneasy at his seeming death. Vai:duk delivered the
glance." final rather terrifying speech magnili·
Malvina asks: cently, and then abruptly doffed his Ruth·
"His glance? Is it so piertjng when it ven manner to smile rongratulations all
atril<es?" around.
And Aubrey: "It's more than a month to our open·
"It <loes not pietce-indeed, it rather ing date in July," he said, "and yet I
weighs, would be willing to present this play as a
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Dnished play, no later than this day week. V arduk smiled and interjected, "Rather
Miss Holgar, may I voice my special ap- a languid thrust, that, Mr. Connatt. ~
preciation? Mr. Connatt, your confessed you think it will seem serious from the
I.ear of your own inadequacy is proven viewpoint of our audience?"
groundless. Bravo, Miss Viniog-and 'Tm sorry," I said. "I was afraid I
you, Davidson." His final tag of praise might hurt you."
to his subordinate seemed almost grudg- "Fear nothing. Mr. Connatt. Take the
ing. ''Now for the second act of the speech and the swordplay again."
thing. No verse this time, my friends. I did so, but he laughed almost in
Fmish the rehearsal as well as you have scorn. "You still put no life into the
begun:' thrust." He spread his hands, as if to
"Wait," I said. "How about proper· offer himself as a target. "Once more.
ties? I simulated the club-stroke in the Don't be an ol\i woman."
first act, but this time I need a sword. Losing a bit of my temper, I made a
For the sake of feeling the action f?d· genuine lunge. My right foot glided for-
teE--" ward and my weight shifted to follow my
. "Yes, of course," granted V arduk. point. But in mid-motion I knew myself
'There's one in the corner dressing- for a danger·dealing fool, tried to re-
room." He pointed. "Go fetch it, David- cover, failed, and slipped.
son." I almost fell at full length-would
Davidson complied. The sword was a have fallen had V arduk not been stand-
cross-hilt affair, old but keen and bright. ing in my way. My sword-point, rom-
"This isn't a prop at all," I half 00. pletely out of control, drove at the center
jected. "It's the real thing. Wnn't it be of his breast-I felt it tear through cloth,
dangerous?'" through flesh--
"Oh, I think we can ti.sk it," V arduk A moment later his slender hands had
replied carelessly. "Let's get on with the caught my floundering body and pushed
rebearsal. A hundred years later, in the it back upon its feet. My sword, wedged
same garden. Swithin and Mary, descend- in something, snatched its hilt from my
ants of Aubrey and Malvina, on stage." hand. Sick and horrified, I saw it pro-
truding from the midst of Varduk's body.
E CONTINUED. The opening, again
W with Sigrid and myself a-wooing,
was lively and even brilliant. Martha
Behind me I heard the choked squeal of
Martha Vining, and an oath from Jake
Switz. I swayed, my vision seemed to
Vining, in her r6le of the centenarian swim in smoky Iiqukl, and I suppose I
Bridget, skilfully cracked her voice and was well on the way to an unmasculine
infused a witch-like quality into her tell- swoon. But a light chuckle, in V arduk's
ing of the Aubrey-Ruthven tale. Again familiar manner, saved me from collaps-
the entrance of Ruthven, his suavity and ing. '
apparent friendliness, his manner chang- "That is exactly the way to do it, Mr.
ing as he is revealed as the resurrected Connatt," he said in a tone of well-bred
fiend of another age; finally the clash with applause.
me, as Swithin. He drew the steel free-I think that he
I spoke my ~"My ancestor killed had to wrench rather hard-and then
you once, Ruthven. I can do the same stepped forward to extend lhe hilt.
today.'' Then I poked at him with the 'There's blood on it," I mumbled
sword. sickly.
:wEIRD TALPS
"Oh, that?" he glao.ced down at the on earth as it was i.tl heaven.' It should
blade. "Just a deceit for the sake of real·be, 'is in heaven.• "
ism. You arranged the false-blood device I had found the same deviation in my,
splendidly, Davidson." He pushed the own copy. "Byron hardly meant Mary's
hilt into my slack grasp. "Look, the imi· agitation to extend so far," I argued. ·
tation gore is already evaporating." "Since when, Mr. Connatt," inquired
So it was, like clew on a hot stone. Varduk silkily, "did you become an au·
Already the blade shone bright and dean. thority on what Byron meant, here or
"Very good," said Varduk. "Climax elsewhere in his writiogs? You're being.
now. Miss Holgar, I think it is your not only a critic, but .& clairvoyant."
line." I felt my cheeks glowing, and I met his
She, too, had been horrified by the heavy, mocking gaze as leveij.y as I could.
seeming catastrophe, but she came gamely "I don't like sacrilegious mistakes," I
up to the bit where Mary pleads for Swi· said, "and I don't like beibg snubbed,,
thin's life, offering herself as the price.sir.''
Half a dozen exchanges between Ruthven Davidson stepped to V arduk's side.
and Mary, thus: ''You can't talk to him like that, Qin.
..you give yow:sclf up, then?" natt," he warned me.
"I do." Davidson was a good four inches tallet
''You rcnomtce your former manners, than I, and more muscular, but at the
hopes and wishes?" moment I welcomed the idea of Jightidg
"I do.'' him. I moved a step forward. ·
''You will swear so, upon the book "Mr. Davidson," I said to him, "I
yonder?" (Herc ..Ruthven points to a don't welcome dictation from you. not on
Bible, open on the garden-seat.} anything I choose to do or say."
"I do." (Mary touches the Bible.)' Sigrid cried out in protest, and Varduk:
''You submit to the powers I repre- lifted up a hand. He smiled, too, in- a:
sent?" dazzling manner.
"I know only the power to which "I think," he said in sudden good hu-
I pray. 'Our Father, which wert in mor, "that we are all tired and shaken,
heaven ...., Perhaps it's due to the unintentional
Sigrid, as I SAJI, had done well up to realism of that incident with the sword--
now, but here she broke off. "It isn't I saw several faas grow pale. Suppose
correct there," she pointed out. "The we say that the rehearsals won't include
prayer should read, 'art in heaven.' Per· so dangerous-looking an attack hereafter.
haps the saipt was copied wrongly.'' we'll save the trick for the public per•
"No," said Martha Vining. "It's 'wert formance itself. And we'll stop worlc
in heaven" on mine:• now; in any case, it's supposed to be
"And on mine," I added. unlucky to speak the last line of a ptar,
Varduk had frowned a moment, as if in rehearsal. Shall we, all go and get
perplexed, but he spoke decisively. "As some rest?"
a matter of fad, it's in the original. By· He turned to Sigrid and offered his
ron undoubtedly meant jt to be so, to arm. She took it, and they walked side
show ¥arr' s agitation." by side out of the stage door and away_,
Sigrid had been reading ahead. "Far· Martha Vining followed at their heels,
ther down in the same prayer, it says while Davidson lingered to turn out the
almost the same thing-'Thy will be done lights. Jake and I left together for our
11IH BLACK DRAMA
own boathouse loft. The moon was up, Tlien I turned toward the water, and
and I jumped when leaves shimmered in saw Sigrid wily crawling out into the
its light- I remembered Jake's story deep stretches with long, smooth strokes.
about the lllDOrphous lurl<ers in the thick-
I called her name, ran in wmt-deep, and
ets. swam as swiftly as I coul<i, soon catd:iing
But nothing challenged us, and we up. She smiled in welcome and turned
went silently to bed, though I, at least, on her side to say good-morning. In her
h:i: wakeful for hours. brief bathing-suit she did not look so
gaunt and fragile. Her bi;>dy was no more
B. Prm11i11ant A.gt#n than healthily slim, and quite firm and
"'tX THEN finally I slept, it was 16 dream strong·looking.
l' l' in strange, unrelated flashes. The As we swam easily. I was impelled to
dearest impression of all was that Sigrid speak of my dream, and she smiled again.
And Judge Pursuivant came to lead me '"I think that was rather beautiM, I
deep into the dark woods beyond the mean about the heavens below your feet,••
lodge. They seemed to know their way she· said. '"Symbolism might have some-
through pathless thickets, and 6nally thing to say about it. In a way the visiott
beckoned me to follow into a deep, shad- was prophetic-Judge Pursuivant has sent
owed deft between banks of earth. We word that he will call on us."
descended for miles, I judged in my '"Perhaps the rest was prophetic, too,'"
dream, until we came to a bare, hard I ventured boldly. "You and I together.
fioor at the bottom. Here was a wide, Sigrid-and heaven at our feet- . -··
round hatchway of metal, like a very "I've been in long enough," she an•
large sewer lid. Bidding me watdl, Sig- nounced suddenly, '"and breakfast must
rid and the judge bent and tugged the lid be ready. Come on, Gib, race me back
up and away. Gazing down the exposed to shore."
shaft, it was as if I saw the heavens be- She was off like a trout, and I churned
neath my feet-the fathom!essness of the after her. We finished neck and nedc,
night sky, like velvet all sprinkled with separated and went away to dress. .At
crumbs of star-fire. I did not know breakfast, which Davidson prepared sim-
whether to be joyful or to fear, then I ply but well of porridge, toast and eggs.
had awakened, and it was bright morn- I did not get to sit next to Sigrid; David-
ins. son and Jake had found places at her left
The air was warmer than it had been and right hands. I paid what attentions
the day before, and I donned bathing- I could devise to Martha Vining, but if
trunks and went downstairs, treading Sigrid was piqued by my courtliness m
so!tly to let Jake snore blissfully on. anQl:her direction, she gave no sign.
Almost at the door of the boathouse I
came face to fare with Davidson, who HE meal over, I returned to IIl)'i
smiled disarmingly and held out his hand. T room, secured my copy of RRthvm
He urged me to forget the brief hostility and carried it outdoors to study. I cho,se
that had come over us at rehearsal; he a sun-drenched spot near the lodge, set
was quite unforced and cheerful about it, my back to a tree,"'and leafed through·
yet I surmised that Varduk had bade him the play, umlerlining difficult passages
make peace with me. However, I agreed here and there. I remembered Varduk's
that we had both been tired and upset, announcement that we would never speak
and we shook hands cordiiilly. the play's last line i11 rehearsal, lest bad
WEIRD TAIJ5
ludc fall. He was superstitious, for all who, as usual, are hardly anything. In the
his apparent wisdom and culture; yd, early aftcmoon I induced the judge to
according to the books Judge Pursuivant come for a stroll up the slope and along
had lent me, so was Lord Byron, from the main ro4<1. As soon as we weie well
whom Varduk claimed descmt. What away from the lodge, I told him of Jake's
was the ill-omened last line, by the way? adventure, the outcome of the sword-
I turned to the last page of the saipt accident at rehearsal, and the air of mys-
The final line, as typewritten by Dav- tery that deepened around the omitted
idson, contained ~y a few words. My final speech of the play.
0
eyes found it: ' Perhaps rm· being nervous and illu-
"RUTHVEN (placing ·his hand on sion-ridden," I began to apologize in con-
Mary's head):" clusion, but he shook his great head.
And no more than that. There was "You'te being nothing of the sort,
place for a speech after the stage direc- Coonatt. Appatently my semi-psychic in-
tion, apparently the monster's involun- tuition was good as gold. I did 'perfectly
tllry ay for blessing upon the brave girl, right in following this drama and its com-
but Davidson had not set down such a pany out here into the wilderness."
speech. "You came deliberately?" I asked, and
Amazed and in some unaccountable he nodded.
way uneasy, I walked around the comer "My friend's cabin in the neighbor-
of the lodge to where Martha Vining, hood was a stroke of good luck, and I
seated on the door-step, also studied her more than half courted the invitation to
lines. Before I had finished my first ques- occupy it. rube frank, Coonatt, and say
tion. she nodded violently. that from the outset I have felt a definite
"It's the same way on my saipt," she and occult challenge from V arduk and his
informed me. "You mean, the last speech activities."
missing. I noticed last night, ~ men- He chopped at a weed with his big
tioned it before breakfast to Miss Holgar. malacra stick, pondered a moment, then
She has no last line, either." continued.
A soft chuckle drifted down upon us. "Your Mr. V arduk is a mysterioas fel-
Varduk had come to the open door. low. I need not enlarge on that, though
"Davidson must have made a ~less I might temind you of the excellent rea-
omission," he said. "Of course, there is son for his strange character and be-
only one typescript of the play, with car- havior."
bon copies. Well, if the last line is miss- "Byron·s blood?"
ing, isn't it a definite sign that we should "Exactly. And Byron·s curse."
not speak it in rehearsal?" I stopped in mid-stride and turned to
He rested his heavy gaze upon me, face the judge. He smiled somewhat
then upon Martha Vining, smiled to con- apologetically.
clude the discussion, and drew back into "I know, Connatt," he said, "that mod-
the hallway and beyond our sight. em men and women think such tbings
Perhaps I may be excused for not feel- impossible. They think it equally impos-
ing completely at rest on the subject. sible that anyone of good education and
Judge Pursuivant arrived for lunch, normal mind should take occultism seri-
dressed comfortably in flannels and a ously. But I disprove the latter impos•
tweed jacket, and his performance at sibility, at least-I hold degrees from
table was in health}'. contrast to V arduk, three world-famous universities, and my
TIIE BLACK DRAMA
behavior, at least, shows that I am neither concerted attack? I duesay Byron would
morbid nor shallow." have been happiei: as a plain-faced me-
"Certa.inly not," I assented, thinking chanic or grocer.''
of his hearty appetite, his record of I felt inclined to agree, and said at
achievement in many fields, his manifest much. "If a curse exists," I added,
kindness and sincerity. "would it affect V arduk as a descendant
"Then consent to hear my evidence of Byron?'"
... out." He resumed his walk, and I fell "I think that it would, and that his
into step with him. "It's only circum- recent actions prove at once the existence
stantial evidence, I fear, and as such must of a curse and the truth of his claim to
not be artirely conclusive. Y ct here it is: descent. A shadow lies on that man,,
"Byron was the ideal target for a curse, Connatt.''
not only personally but racially. His fore- "The rest of the similarity holds," I
bears occupied themselves with revolu- responded. NThe charm and the genius..
tion, dueling, sacrilege and lesser sins-- I have wondered why Miss Holgar agrees
they were the sort who attract and merit to this play. It is archaic, in some degree
disaster. Ju for his immediate pan:nts, melodramatic, and her part is by no
it would be difficult to choose a more means dominant. Yct sbe seems de-
depraved father than Captain 'Mad Jack' lighted with the r6le and the production
Byron, or a more unnatural mother than in general.''
Catherine Gordon of Gight. Brimstone "I have considered the same apparent'
was bred into the child's very soul by lapse of her judgment," said Pursuivant.
those two. Follow his career, and what "and came to the conclusion that you are
is there? Pride, violen~ orgy, disgrace. about to suggest-that V arduk has gained
Over his married life hangs a shocking some sort of influence over Miss Holgar.'"
cloud, an unmentionable accusation- "Perhaps, then, you feel that such ao:
rlghtly or not we cannot say. As for his influence would be dangerous to her and
associates, they withered at his touch. His to othets?"
children, lawful and natural, died un- "Exactly."
timely and unhappy. His friends found "What to do, theo?"
ruin or death. Even Doctor Polidori, "Do nothing. gentlemeo," said some-
plagiarist of the Rltthvm stozy, commit- one directly behind us.
ted suicide. Byron himself, when barely We both whirled in sudden surprize.
past his first youth, perished alone and far It was Elmo Davidson.
from home and friends. Today his bright
fame is blurred and tarnished by a wealth 9. David1on Givtr a Warning
of legend that can be called nothing less
Davidson in surprized pro-
than diabolic."
"Yct he wasn't all uolucky," 1 sought I test at his atintrusion.
SCOWLED
Judge Pursuivant
to remind my companion. "His beauty did not scowl, but I saw him lift his
and brilliance, his success as a poet--" walking-stick with his left hand, place
"Aft part of the curse. When could hiS right upon the curved handle, and
he be thankful for a face that drew the gave it a little twist and jerk, as though
love of Lady Carolioe Lamb and precipi- preparing to draw a cork from a bottle;.
tated one of London's most fearful scan- Davidson grinned placatingly.
dals? As for his poetry, did it not nwk "Please, gentlemen! I didn't mean to
him for envy, spite and, eventually, a eavesdrop, or to do anything else sneak•
:wElRD TALES
ing. It was only thAt I went for a walk, reputation for grounding its students
lllO, saw the pair of you ahead, and hur- hock-deep in the classics."
ried to catch up. I couldn't help but hear · l'uzsuivant nodded and emitted a cloud
the final words you were saying, aod I of smoke. "I knew your Professor Dahl-
couldn't help but wam you." berg of Revere," he interjected. "He's
We relaxed, but Judge Pursufvant re- one of the great minds of the age on
peated "Wam?" in a tone deeply frigid. Greek literature anil history."
"May I amplify? First of all, V arduk Davidson rontinlied i "The buildings
certainly does not intend to harm either at Revere are old aad, you might say,
of you. Second, he isn't the sort of man swaddled in the ivy planted by a hundred
to be aossed in anything." graduating classes. The traditions are
'1 suppose not," I rejoined, trying to consistently mellow, and none of the fac-
be casual. "You must be pretty sure, Dav- ulty members come in for much respect
ilson, of his capabilities aod character." until they are past seventy. Yet the stu-
He nodded. "We've been together dents are very much like any others,
since college." when class is over. In my day, at least,
Pursuivant leaned on his stick and pro- we gave more of a hoot for one touch-
duced his well-seasoned briar pipe. "It's down than for seven thousand odes of
comforting to hear you say that. I mean, Horace."
that Mr. Varduk was once a college boy. He smiled a little, as though in mild
r was beginning to wonder if he wasn't relish of memories he had evoked within
thousands of years old." himself.
Davidson shook his head slowly. "See ''The football team wasn't vcr.y good,
here, why don't we sit down on the bank but it wasn't very bad, either. lt meant
and talk? Maybe I'll tell you a story." something to be on the .first team, and I
terned out to be a fairish tackle. At. the
"Very good," agreed Pursuivant, and
start of my junior year, the year rm talk-
sat down. I did likewise, and we both
ing about, a man by the name of Schaefer
gazed expectantly at Davidson. He re-
was ~a good fullback though not
mained standing, with hands in pockets,
hrilliant, fud the recognized leader of the
~ti! Pursuivant had kindled his pipe and
I my cigarette. Then:
campos.
"Varduk didn't go in for athletics, or
"I'm not trying to frighten you, and I for anything else exapt a good stiff
Won't give away any real secrets about course of study, mostly in the humanities.
my employer. It's just that you may un- He took a room at the end of the hall on
derstand better after you learn how I met the third floor of the men's dormitory,
him. and kept to himself. You know how a
"It was more than ten years ago. Var- college dorm loves that, you men. Six
duk came to Revere College as a fresh- days after the term started, the Yellow
man when I was a junior. He was much Dogs luld him on their list."
the same then as he is now-slender, "Who were the Yellow Dogs?" I
quiet, self-contained, enigmatic. I got to asked.
know him better than anyone in school, "Oh, there's a bunch like it in every
and I can't say trnly that I know him, not sdtool. Spiritnal descendants of the Mo-
even now. hocks that flourished in Queen Anne's
..Revere, in case you never heard of reign; rough and rowdy undergraduates,
the place, is a small school with a big out for Halloween pranks every night.
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And any student, particularly any frosh, replied gently. 'It teaches how to rule
that stood on his dignity--·· He people.'
paused and let our imagination finish the " 'Uh-huh?' Schaefer sneered at him.
potentialities of such a situation. 'Let's have a look at it.' •
"So, one noon after lunch at the train- " 'I doubt if you would like it,' Var-
ing-t'able, Schaefer winked at me and a duk said, but Schaefer made a grab. The
couple of other choice spirits. We went book came open in his hands. He bent, as
to our rooms and got out our favorite if to study it.
paddles, carved from barrel-staves and '"Then he took a blind, lumbering step
lettered over with fraternity emblems and backward. He smacked into the rest of
wise-cracks. Then we tramped up to the us all bunched behind him, and without
third floor and knocked loudly at Var- us I think he might have fallen down. I
duk's door. couldn't see his face, but the back of his
"He didn't answer. We tried the knob. big bull-neck had turned as white as plas-
The lock was on, so .Schaefer dug his big ter. He made two efforts to speak before
sllQulder into the panel and smashed his he managed it. Then all he could splut-
way in." ter out was 'Wh-what--"'
Davidson achieved rather well the man-
ner of a strong, simple man gone sud-
D bn:ath, asstopped
AVIDSON and drew a long
if with it he could win a denly shaky with fright.
better ability to describe the things he " 'I told you that you probably
was telling. wouldn't like it,' V arduk said, like an
"Varduk lifted those big, deep eyes of adult reminding a child. Then he got up
his as we appeared amoog the ruins of out of his armchair and took the book
his door. No fear, not even swprize. from Schaefer's hands. He began to talk
Just a long look, traveling from one of again. 'Schaefer, I want to see you here
us to another. When he brought his in this room after you finish your football
gaze to me, I felt as if somebody was practise this afternoon.'
pointing two guns at me, two guns loaded "Schaefer didn't make any answer. All
to their muzzles." of us edged backward and got out of
I, listening, felt like saying I knew there."
how he had felt, but I did not interrupt. Davidson paused, so long that Pursui-
"He was sitting comfortably in an ann- vant asked, "Is that all?"
chair," went on Davidson, rocking on his "No, it isn't. In a way, it's just the
feet as though nervous with the memory, be"ginning. Schaefer made an awful fool
"and in his slender hands he held a big of himself five or six times on the field
dark bock. His forefinger marlced a place that day. He dropped every one of his
between the leaves. passes from center when we ran signals,
"'Get up, frosh,' Schaefer said, 'and and five or six times he muffed the ball
salute your superiors.' at drop-kid<: practise. The coach told rum
"Varduk did not move or speak. He in front of everybody that he acted like
looked, and Schaefer bellowea louder, a high school yokel. When we fullshed
against a sudden and considerable uneasi- and took our showers, he hung back until
ness. I came out, so as to walk to the dormitofy
" 'What are you reading there?' he de- with me. He tagged along like a fright-
manded of Varduk in his toughest voice. ened kid brother, and when we got to
" 'A very interesting work,' V arduk the front door he started upstairs like an
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66 WEIRD TALES
old man. He wanted to turn toward his downstairs and out. There "Jay Schaefer
owo room on the second Boor; but Var· oo the pavement in front of the dormi-
duk' s voice spoke his name, and we both tory. He was dead, with the brightest
looked up, startled. On the stairs to the red blood all over him. About twenty
third Hight stood V arduk, holding that witnesses, more or less, had seen him as
black book open against his chest. he jumped out of Varduk's window.
"He spoke to Schaefer. 'I told you that "The faculty and the polire came, and
I wanted to see you.' V arduk spent hours with them, being
"Schaefer tried to swear at him. After questioned. But he told them something
all, here was a frail, pale little frosh, satisfactory, for he was let go and never
who didn't seem to have an ounce of charged with any responsibilitr;.
muscle on his bones, giving orders to a "Late that night, as I sat alone at my
big football husky who weighed more desk trying to drive from my mind's eye
than two hundred pi>unds. Biit the swear the bright, bright red of Schaefer's blood,
words sort of strangled in his throat a gentle knock sounded at my door. I
Varduk laughed. Neither of you have got up and opened. There stood V arduk,
ever heud a sound so soft or merciless. and he held in his hands that black vol-
" 'Perhaps you'd like me to come to ume. I saw the dark red edging on its
your room after you,' V arduk suggested. pages, the color of blood three hours old.
"Schaefer turned and came slowly to " 'I wondered,' he said in his soft
the stairs and up them. When he got voire, 'if you'd like to see the thing in
level with V arduk, I didn't feel much my book that made your friend Schaefer
like watching the rest. As I moved away so anxious to leave my room.'
toward my room, I saw Varduk slip his "I assured him that I did not. He
slender arm through Schaefer's big, thick smiled and came in, all uninvited.
one and fall into step with him, just as "Then he spoke, briefly but very clear-
if they were going to have the nicest ly, about certain things he hoped to do,
schoolboy chat you can imagine.'' and about how he needed a helper. He
Davidson shuddered violently, and so, said that I might be that helper. I made
Cl.espite the warm June air, did I. Pursui- no reply, but he knew that I would not
vant seemed a shade less pink. refuse.
"Here, I've talked ·too much," David- "He ordered me to kneel, and I did.
son said, with an air of embarrassment. Then he showed me how to put my hands
"Probably it's because I've wanted to tell together and set them between his palms.
this story-over a sP.ace of years. No The oath I took was the medieval oath of
point in holding back the end, but I'd vassalage. And I have kept my oath from
greatly appreciate your promise-both that day to this.''
your promises-that you'll not pass the Davidson abruptly strode hack along
tale on." the way to the lodge. He stopped at half
a dozen paces' distance.
gave our words, and urged "Maybe I'd better get along," he sug-
W E BOTH
him to continue. He did so.
"I had barely got to my own digs when
gested. "You two may want to think and
talk about what I have said, and my ad-
there was a frightful row outside, shouts vice not to get in Varduk's way."
and scamperlngs and, screamings; yes, With that he resumed his departure,
screamings, of young men scared out of and went out of sight without once look-
their wits. I jumped up and hurried ing back again.
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Sigrid Holgar, who has become a dra- 11. Battle and Retreat
matic success since she and Connatt ter-
minated their Hollywood romance. IDOUBT if any writer, however accom-
Varduk, the brilliant but mysterious plished, has ever done full justice to
producer of the play, intends to present the emotion of terror.
it for the first time in July at the Lake To mention the icy chill at the back-
Jozgid Summer Theater, and the cast mi- bone, the sudden sinewless trembling
grates to that remote, timber-girt spot. of the knees, the withering dryness of
The party includes also Elmo Davidson, throat and tongue, is to be commonplace;
:Varduk's Man Friday, Jake Switz, Sigrid's and terror is not commonplace. Perhaps
personal representative, and Martha Vi- to remeµiber terror is to know again the
ning, character actress. helplessness and faintness it brings.
Judge Keith Pursuivant, eminent oc- Therefore it must suffice to say that, as
cultist and antiquary, who tries to ration- I turned and saw the closing in of those
alize the apparently authentic Byron hand- pale-glowing blots of menace, I wanted
writing of the play ·with the fact that it to scream, and could not; to run, and
is written on paper less than ten years could not; to take my gaze away, and
old, is vacationing near by. could not.
The .first unchancy happening 'is the If I do not describe the oncoming crea-
narrow escape of Sigrid and Jake from tures--if creatures indeed they were-it
strange, half-shaped entities in the dark is because they defied clear vision then
near the theater building. Then, in a re- and defy clear recollection now. Some-
hearsal, Connatt accidentally stabs Var- thing quasi-human must have hung about
duk with a sword-but does not hurt them, something suggestive of man's out-
him. Pursuivant and Connatt, discussing line and manner, as in a rough image
these events, are warned by Davidson not molded by children of snow; but they
to challenge Varduk, who is a man of were not solid like snow. They shifted
tremendous and uncanny powers. and swirled, like wreaths of thick mist,
Later that night, Connatt and Switz without dispersing in air. They gave a
find Pursuivant' s unconscious form near dim, rotten light of their own, and they
the forest road from the theater. At the moved absolutely without sound.
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208 WEIRD TALES
"It's them," gulped Jake Switz beside Pursuivant, apparently wakened by this
me. He, too, was frightened, but not as commotion all around him, was strug-
frightened as I. He could speak, and gling erect. "Here, Connatt, give me my
move, too-he had dropped Pursuivant' s sword." He fairly wrung it from my
head and was rising to his feet. I could hand, and drove back the misty horde
hear him suck in a lungful of air, as with great fanwise sweeps. "Drop badC,
though to brace himself for action. now. Not toward the lodge-up the
His remembered presence, perhaps the driveway to the road."
mere fact of his companionship before We made the retreat somehow, and
the unreasoned awfulness of the glow- were not followed. My Clothing was
shadowy pack that advanced to hem us drenched with sweat, as though I had
in, give me back my own power of swum in some filthy pool. Jake, whom I
thought and motion. It gave me, too, remember as helping me up the slope
the impulse to arm myself. I stooped to when I might have fallen, talked inces-
earth, groped swiftly, found and drew santly without finishing a single sentence.
forth from its bed the sword-cane of The nearest he came to rationality was,
Judge Pursuivant. "What did ... what if ... can they-"
The non-shapes-that paradoxical idea Pursuivant, however, seemed well re-
is the best I can give of them-drifted covered. He kicked together some bits of
around me, free and weightless in the kindling at the roadside. Then he asked
night air like luminous sea-things in still, me for a match-perhaps to make me
dark water. I made a thrust at the biggest rally my sagging senses as I explored my
and nearest of them. pockets-and a moment later he had
I missed. Or did I? The target was, kindled a comforting fire.
on a sudden, there no longer. Perhaps I "Now," he said, "we're probably safe
had pierced it, and it had burst like a from any more attention of that bunch.
flimsy bladder. Thus I argued within my And our fire can't bti seen from the lodge.
desperate inner mind, even as I faced Sit down and talk it over."
about and made a stab at another. In Jake was mopping a face as white as
the same instant it had gone, too--but the tallow. His spectades mirrored the fire-
throng did not seem diminished. I made light in nervous shimmers.
a sweeping slash with my point from "I guess I didn't dream the other night,
side to side, and the things shrank back after all," he jabbered. "Wait till I tell
before it, as though they dared not pass Mister Varduk about this."
the line I drew. "Please tell him nothing," counseled
"Give 'em the works, Gib!" Jake was Judge Pursuivant at once.
gritting out. "They can be hurt, all "Eh?" I mumbled, astonished. "When
right!" the non-shapes--"
I laughed, like an impudent child. I ..Varduk probably knows all about
felt inadequate and disappointed, as when these things-more than we shall ever
in dreams a terrible adversary wilts before know," replied the judge. ..I rather
a blow I am ashamed of. think he cut short his walk across the
"Come on," I challenged the unde- front yards so that they would attack me.
finable enemy, in a feeble attempt at At any rate, they seemed to ooze out of
swagger. "Let me have a real poke the timber the moment he and I sepa-
tit-:--" rated."
"Hold hard," said a new voice. Judge He told us, briefly, of how the non-
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Jnade haste to offer apology, but she We came to a stretch of sand, with a
waved it aside. great half-rotted pink trunk lying across
"What you said might well be asked it. Here we sat, side by side, smoking
by many people. The pictures have put and scrawling in the fine sand with twigs_
me into a certain narrow field, with poor "There's another reason w:hy I have
Jake Switz wearing out the thesaurus to been happy during this month of re-
:find synonyms for 'glamorous'. Yet, as hearsal," said Sigrid shyly.
a beginner in Sweden, I did Hedda Gab- "Yes?" I prompted her, and my heart
ler and The Wild Duck-yes, and Ber- began suddenly to beat swiftly. ·
nard Shaw, too; I was the slum girl in "It's been so nice to be near you and
Pygmalion. After that, a German picture, with you.''
'Cyrano de Bergerac, with me as Roxane. I felt at once strong and shivery, rather
It was luck, perhaps, and a momentary like the adolescent hero of an old-fash·
wish by producers for a new young for- ioned novel. What I said, somewhat rue·
eign face, that got me into American fully, was, "If you think so, why have
movies. But, have I done so poorly?... you been so hard to see? This is the first
"Sigrid, nobody ever did so nobly." time we have walked or been alone to·
"And at the first, did I do always the gether."
same thing? What was my first chance?
The French war bride in that farce com-
edy. Then what? Something by Somerset S waysmiled,
HE and in her own individual
that made her cheeks crease and
Maugham, where I wore a black wig and her eyes turn aslant. "We saw a lot of
played a savage girl of the tropics. Then each other once, Gib. I finished up by;
what? A starring role, or rather a co- being sorry. I don't want to be sorry;
starring role-.-0pposite you." She gave again. That's why I've gone slowly."
I me a smile, as though the memory were "See here, Sigrid," I blurted suddenly~
tpleasant. "I'm not going to beat around the hush,
"Opposite me," I repeated, and a thrill or try to lead up diplomatically or dra·
crept through me. "Lttvengro, the cos- matically, but-oh, hang it!" Savagely;
tume piece. Our costumes, incidentally, I broke a twig in my hands. "I loved you
were rather like what we will wear in the once, and in spite of the fact that we
fust part of Ruthven." quarreled and separated, I've never
"I was thinking the same thill8. And stopped. I love you right this in·
speaking of melodrama, what about La- stant--"
[ flengro? You, with romantic curly side- She caught me in strong, fierce arms,
1burns, stripped to the waist and fighting and kissed rrie so soundly that our teeth
like mad with Noah Beery. Firelight rang together between lips crushed open~
1
gleaming on your wet skin, and me mop- Thus for a second of white-hot surprize;
ping your face with a sponge and telling then she let go with equal suddenness~
' you to use your right hand instead of Her face had gone pale under its tan-
1your left--" no acting there-and her eyes were full
~ ''By heaven, there have been lots of of panicky wonder.
rworse shows!" I cried, and we both "I didn't do that," she protested slow·
'laughed. My spirits had risen as we had ly. She, too, was plainly stunned. "I
strolled away from the lodge grounds, didn't. But-well, I did, didn't I?"
and I had quite forgotten my half-formed "You certainly did. I don't know why,
resolve to speak a warning. and if you say so I won't ask; but you
THE BLACK DRAMA 213
'did, and it'll be hard to retire from the dangerously, and had to be thumped on
position again." the back by both of us.
After that, we had a lot more to say "I should live so-I knew this would
to each other. I admitted, very humbly, happen," he managed to gurgle at last.
that I had been responsible for our "Among all the men you know, Sigrid
estrangement five years before, and that Holgar, you got to pick this schlemielr'
the reason was the very unmanly one that We both threatened to pummel him,
I, losing popularity, was jealous of her and he apologized profusely, mourning
rise. For her part, she confessed that not the while that his vow kept him from
once had she forgotten me, nor given up announcing our decision in all the New
the hope of reconciliation. York papers.
"I'm not worth it," I assured her. 'With that romance breaking now, we
"I'm a sorry failure, and we both would have every able-bodied man, wo-
know it." man and child east of the Mississippi try-
"Whenever I see you," she replied ing to get into our show," he said earnest-
irrelevantly, "bells begin to ring in my ly. "With a club we'd have to beat them
ears-loud alarm bells, as if fires had away from the ticket window. Standing-
broken out all around me." room would sell for a dollar an inch."
"We're triple idiots to think of love," "It's a success as it is," I comforted
I went on. "You' re the top, and I'm the him. "Ruthven, I mean. The house is a
muck under the bottom." sell-out, Davidson says.''
"You'll be the sensation of your life That night at dinner, Sigrid sat, not at
when Ruthven comes to Broadway," re- the head of the table, but on one side next
joined Sigrid confidently. "And the to me. Once or twice we squeezed hands
movie magnets will fight duels over the and Jake, noticing this, was shocked and
chance to ask for you name on a con- burned his mouth with hot coffee. Var-
tract." duk, too, gazed at us as though he knew
"To hell with the show business! Let's our secret, and futally was impelled to
run away tonight and live on a farm," I quote something from Byron-a satiric
suggested. couplet on love and its shortness of life.
In her genuine delight at the thought But we were too happy to take offense or
she clutched my shoulders, digging in even to recognize that the quotation was
her long, muscular futgers. "Let's!" she leveled at us.
almost whooped, like a little girl prom-
ised a treat. "We'll have a garden and 13. The Black Book
keep pigs-no, there's a show."
"And the show,'' I summed up, "must
go on.'' 0 UR futal rehearsal, on the night of
the twenty-first of July, was fairly
On that doleful commonplace we rose accurate as regards the speeches and at-
from the tree-trunk and walked back. tention to cues, but it lacked fire and
Climbing to the road, we sought out Jake, assurance. V arduk, however, was not dis-
who with a hammer and a mouthful Of appointed.
nails was fastening his last sign to a tree. "It has often been said, and often
;\Ve swore him to secrecy with terrible proven as well, that a bad last rehearsal
oaths, then told him that we intended to means a splendid first performance," he
marry as soon as we returned to New reminded us. "To bed all of you, and try
York. He half swallowed a nail, choked to get at least nine hours of sleep.'' Then
THE BLACK DRAMA 215
should want to leave her side-and went Pursuivant was scowling at the fiy-leaf.
quickly downstairs to the stage. He gr~ for his pim:e-nez, put them on.
"Look here, Connatt," he said.
O I was property
N THE table lay the rudgel
ro use in the fu:st act, the
I crowded close to his elbow, and to-
gether we read what had been written
sword I was to strike with in the second, long ago, in ink now faded to a diny
the feather duster to be wielded by Mar- brown:
tha Vining as Bridget, a tray with a wine Geo Gordon (Biron) bis book
service to be borne by Davidson as Oscar.. At 1 hr. befor midnt, on 22 July, 1788 give
There was also a great book, bound in red him. He was brot to coeven br Todlin he the
saide Geo. G. to be bond to us £or 150 yers. and
cloth, with red edging. serve for our glory he to gain his title & hav all
"That is the Bible," said Pursuivant at he desirs. at end of 150 yrs. to give acctg. & not
be releasd save hr delivring anothr as warthie our
once. "I must have a look at it." coeven.
"I still can't see," I muttered, half to (Signed)
For coeven For Geo. Gordon (Biron)
myself, "how this sword-a good piec& Terragon Todlin
of steel and as sharp as a razor-failed to "And look at this, too;· commanded
kill Varduk when 1--··
Judge Pursuivant. He laid his great fore-
"Never mind that sword," interrupted
finger at the bottom of the page. There,
Judge Pursuivant. "Look at this book, written in fresh blue ink, and in a hand
this 'Bible' which they've refused to pro-
somehow familiar:
duce up to now. I'm not surprized to
find out that-well, have a look for your- This 22nd of July. 1938, I render this book and
quit this service unto Sigrid Holgar.
self." George Gordon, Lord Byron.
On the ancient black cloth I saw rather
spidery capitals, filled with red coloring 14. Zero Hour
matter: Grand Albert.
"I wouldn't look inside if I were you," dosed the book with a
warned the judge. "This is in all prob- P URSUIVANT
loud snap, laid it down on the table,
ability the book that Varduk owned when and caught me by the arm.
Davidson met him at Revere College. Re- "Come away, from here," he said in a
member what happened to one normal tense v.oice. "Outside, where nobody will
roung man, ungrounded in occultism, hear." He almost dragged me out
who peeped into it." through the stage door... Come along-
"What can it be?" I asked. down by the water-it's fairly open,
"A notorious gospel foe witdtes," we·u be alone."
Pursuivant informed me. "I've heard of When we reached the edge of the lake
· ;.-Oescrepe, the French occultist, edited we faced each other. The sun was almost
it in 1885. Most editions are modined set. Back of us, in front of the lodge, we
and harmless, but this, at first glance, ap- amid hear the noise of early arrivals for
pears to be the complete and infamous the the.ater-perhaps the men who would
Eighteenth Century version." He opened have charge of automobile parking, the
it. ushers, the cashier.
The first phase of his description had "How much of what you read was in-
stuck in my mind. "A gospel for witches; telligible to you~.. asked Pursuivant.
and that is the book on which Sigrid "I had a sense that it was rotten," I
must swear an oath of renunciation at said. "Beyond that, I'm completely at
the end of the play!" sea. "
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'Tm not." His teeth came strongly at Hucknall Torkard, close to his an·
together behind the words. "There, on cestral home."
the flyleaf of a book sacred to witches and "Exactly. It all fits in." Pursuivant's
utterly abhorrent to honest folk, was writ· manifest apprehension was becoming
ten an instrument pledging the body and modified by something of grim triumph.
soul of a baby to a 'coeven'-that is, a "Must he not have repented, tried to ex-
coogregation of evil sorcerers-for one piate his curse and his sins by an unselfish
hundred and fifty years. George Gordon, sacrifice for Grecian liberty? You and I
the Lord Byron that was to be, had just have been over this ground before; we
completed his sixth month of life." know how he suffered and labored, al·
"How could a baby be pledged like most like a saint. Death would seem wel-
that?" I asked. rome--his bondage would end in thirty..
"By some sponsor-the one signing the six years instead of a hundred and .fifty.
name 'Todlin.' That was undoubtedly a What about his wish to be burned?"
coven name, such as we know all witches "Burning would destroy his body,'' I
took. Terragon was another such cog· said. "No chance for it to come alive
nomen. All we can say of 'Todlin' is again."
that the signature is apparently a wo· "But the body was not burned, and it
man's. Perhaps that of the child's eccen· has come alive again. Connatt, do you
tric nurse, Mistress Gray--" know who the living-dead Byron is?"
"This is beastly," I interpo~, my "Of course I do. And I also know
voice beginning to tremble. "Can't we do that he intends to pass something into
something besides talk?" the hands of Sigrid."
Pursuivant clapped me strongly on the "He does. She is the new prospect for
back. "Steady," he said. "Let's talk it bondage, the 'other as worthie.' She is not
out while that writing is fresh in our a free agent in the matter, but neither
minds. We know, then, that the infant was Byron at the age of six months."
was pledged to an unnaturally long life The sun's lower rim had touched the
of evil. Promises made were kept-he lalre. Pursuivant' s pink face was growing
became the heir to tfie estates and title of dusky, and he leaned on the walking-sti~
his grand-~le, 'Wicked Byron,' after his that- housed a silver blade.
cousins died strangely. And surely he "Byron's hundred and fifty years will
had devil-given talents and attractions." end at eleven o'clock tonight,:' he said,
"Wait,'' I cut in suddenly. ''I've been gazing shrewdly around for possible
thinking about that final line or so of eavesdroppers. "Now, let me draw some
writing, signed with Byron's name. Sure- parallels.
ly I've seen the hand before." "Varduk-we know who V arduk truly
"You have. The same hand wrote is--will, in the character of Ruthven, ask
Ruthven, and you've seen the manu- Miss Holgar, who plays Mary, a number
script." Pursuivant drew a long breath. of questions. Those questions, and her
"Now we know how R.Nthven could be answers as set down for her to repeat,
written on paper only ten years old. make up a pattern. Think of them, not
Byron lives and signs his name today." as lines in a play, but an actual inter·
I felt almost sick, and heartily helpless change between an adept of evil and a
inside. "But Byron died in Greece,'' I neophyte."
said, as though reciting a lesson. "His "It's true,'' I agreed. ..He asks her if
body was brought to England and buried she will 'give herself up,' 'renounce for_m.;
218
er manners,• and to swear so upon-the "Softly, softly. You know that weap·
book we saw. She does so." ons - ordinary weapons - do not even
"Then the prayer, which perplexes you scratch him."
by its form. The 'wert in heaven' bit
HE twilight was deepening into dusk~
becomes obvious now, eh? How about
the angel that fell from grace and at· T Pursuivant turned back toward the
lodge, where windows had begun to glow
tempted to build up his own power to
oppose?" warmly, and muffled motor-noises be-
spoke the parking of automobiles: There
"Satan!" I almost shouted. "A prayer were other flecks of light, too. For my·
to the force of evil!" self, I felt beaten and weary, as though I
"Not so loud, Connatt. And then, had fought to the verge of losing against
while Miss Holgar stands inside a circle a stronger, wiser enemy.
-that, also, is part of the witch cere- "Look around you, Connatt. At the
mony-he touches her head, and speaks clumps of bush, the thickets. What do
words we do not know. But we can they hide?"
guess." I knew what he meant. I felt, though
He struck his stick hard against the I saw only dimly, the presence of an evil
sandy earth. host in ambuscade all around us.
"What then?" I urged him on. "They' re waiting to claim her, Con·
''It's in an old Scottish trial of witch· natt. There's only one thing to do."
es," said Pursuivant. "Modern works-]. "Then let's do it, at once."
W. Wickwar's book, and I think Mar- "Not yet. The moment must be 'his
garet Alice Murray's-quote it. The mas- moment, one hour before midnight. Es·
ter of the coven touched the head of the cape, as I once said, will not be enough~
neophyte and said that all beneath his We must conquer."
hand now belonged to the powers of
I waited for him to instruct me.
darkness."
"As you know, Connatt, I will make
"No! No!" I cried, in a voice that a speech before the curtain. After that.
wanted to break. I'll come backstage and stay in your dress·
"No hysterics, please!" snapped Pur- ing-room. What you must do is get the
suivant. "Connatt, let me give you one sword that you use in the second act.
stark thought-it will cool you, strength· Bring it there and keep it there."
en you for what you must help me "I've told you and told you that the
achieve. Think what will follow if we sword meant nothing against him."
let Miss Holgar take this oath, accept this "Bring it anyway," he insisted.
initiation, however unwittingly. At once I heard Sigrid's clear voice, calling me
she will assume the curse that Varduk- to the stage door. Pursuivant and I shook
Byron-lays down. Life after death, per- hands quickly and warmly, like team-
haps; the faculty of wreaking devastation mates just before a hard game, and we
at a word or touch; gifts beyond human went together to the lodge.
will or comprehension, all of them a Entering, I made my way at once to the
burden to her; and who can know the property table. The sword still lay there,,
end?" and I put out my hand for it.
"There shall not be a beginning," I "What do you want?" asked Elmo
vowed huskily. "I will kill Varduk--'" Davidson behind me.
THE BLACK DRAMA 219
"'I thooght J' d take the sword int<> my looking co.ifiure, with a tibbon and a
dressing-1oom. •• white flower at the side. 1he normal tan
"It's a prop, Connatt. Leave it right of her skin Iay hidden beneath the pal-
where it is." lor of her make-up.
I turned and looked at him. "I'd rath- At sight of me she smiled and put out
er have it with me," I said doggedly. a hand. I kissed it lightly, taking care
that the red paint on my lips did not
"You' re being foolish," he told me
smear. She took her seat on the bench
sharply, and there is hardly any doubt
but that I sounded so to him. "What if against the artificial bushe~ and I, as
I told Varduk about this?" gracefully as possible, dropped at her feet.
••Go and tell him, if you like. Tell him Applause sounded beyond the curtain,
also that I won't go on tonight if you're then died away. The voice of Judge Pur-
going to order me around." I said this suivant became audible=
as if I meant it, and he relaxed his com- "Ladies and gentlemen, I have been
manding pose. asked by the management to speak briefly.
··oh, go ahead. And for heaven's sake You are seeing~ for the first time before
calm your nerves.'' any audience, the lost play of Lord Byron,
I took the weapon and bore it away. R.llthven. My presence here is not as a
In my room I found my costume for the :figure of the theater, but as a modest
first act already laid out on two chairs- scholar of some persistence, whose privi-
either Davidson or Jake had done that lege it has been to examine the manu-
for me. Quickly I rubbed color into my script and perceive its genuineness.
cheeks, lined my brows and eyelids, affixed "Consider yourselves all sub:penaed as
fiuffy side-whiskers to my jaws. The mir- witnesses to a classic moment." His voice
ror showed me a set, pale face, and I rang as he pronounced the phrase re-
put on rather more make-up than I gen- quired by Varduk. "I wonder if this
erally use. My hands trembled as I night will not make spectarulu history
donned gleaming slippers of patent leath- for the genius who did not die in Greece
er, fawn-colored trousers that strapped a century and more ago. 1 say, he did not
under the insteps, a frilled shirt and flow- die-for when does genius die? We are
ing necktie, a flowered waistcoat and a
here to assist at, and to share in, a per·
bottle-green frock coat with velvet facings
formance that will bring him his proper
and silver buttons. My hair was long
desserts.
enough to be combed into a wavy sweep
back from my brow. "Ladies and gentlemen, I f eef, and
"Places, everybody," the voice of Da- perhaps you feel as well, the presence of
vidson was calling outside. the great poet with us in this remote hall.
I wish you joy of what you shall observe.
I emerged. Jake Switz was at my door,
And now, have I your leave to withdraw
and he grinned his good wishes. I went
and let the play begin?..
quickly on-stage, where Sigrid already
waited. She looked ravishing in her sim- Another burst of applause, in the midst
ple yet striking gown of soft,. light blue, of which sounded three raps. Then up
with billows of skirt, little puffs of went the curtain, and all fell silent. I, as
sleeves, a tight, low bodice. Her gleam- .Aubrey, spoke the first line of the play:
ing hair was caught back into a Grecian- 'Tm no Othello, darling..••"
220 WEIRD TALES
15. ''Whither? I Dread to Think-" and at the same time to defy him. You
and I, with God's help, will give Ruthven
S properandnoteI ofstruck
IGRID on the instant the
affectionate gayety, and
an ending he does not expect."
It was nearly time for me to make a
I could feel in the air that peculiar audi- new entrance, and I left the dressing-
ence-rhythm by which an actor knows room, mystified but comforted by Pur·
that his effort to capture a mood is suc- suivant's manner. The play went on,
cessful. For the moment it was the best gathering speed and impressiveness. We
of all possible worlds, to be exchanging were all acting inspiredly, maugre the
thus the happy and brilliant lines with bizarre nature of the rehearsals and other
the woman I adored, while an intelligent preparations, the dark atmosphere that
and sympathetic houseful of spectators had surrounded the piece from its first
shared our happy mood. introduction to us.
But, if I had forgotten V arduk, he was The end of the act approached, and
the more imposing when he entered. His with it my exit. Sigrid and I dragged the
luminous pallor needed no heightening to limp Varduk to the center of the stage
seize the attention; his face was set off, and retired, leaving him alone to perform
like some gleaming white gem, by the the sinister resurrection scene with which
.dark coat, stock, cape, books, pantaloons. the first act closes. I loitered in the wings
He spoke his entrance line as a king to watch, but Jake Switz tugged at my
might speak in accepting the crown and sleeve. ·
homage of a nation. On the other side "Come," he whispered. "I want to
of the footlights the audience grew tense show you something."
with hightened interest. We went to the stage door. Jake
He overpowered us both, as I might opened it an inch.
have known he would, with his personal- The space behind the lodge was full
ity and his address. We might have been of uncertain, half-formed lights that
awkward amateurs, wilting into nothing- moved and lived. For a moment we
ness when a master took the stage. I was peered. Then the soft, larval radiances
eclipsed completely, exactly as Aubrey flowed toward us. Jake slammed the door•.
should be at the entrance of Ruthven, and "They' re waiting," he said.
I greatly doubt if a single pair of eyes From the direction of the stage came
followed me at my first exit; for at the Varduk's final line:
center of the stage, Varduk had begun "Grave, I reject thy shelter! Death,
to make love to Sigrid. stand back!"
I returned to my dressing-room. Pur- Then Davidson dragged down the cur-
suivant sat astride a chair, his sturdy fore- tain, while the house shook with applause.
arms crossed upon its back. I turned again. V arduk, back-stage, was
..How does it go?" he asked. speaking softly but dearly, urging us to
..Like a producer's dream," I replied, hurry with our costume changes. Into my
seizing a powder puff with which to dressing-room I hastened, my feet numb
freshen my make-up. ..Except for the and my eyes blurred.
things we know about, I would pray for ''I'll help you dress," came Pur·
no better show." suivant's calm voice. "Did Jake show
"I gave you a message in my speech you what waits outside?"
before the curtain. Did you hear what I I nodded and licked my parched, paint·
said? I meant, honestly, to praise Byron ed lips.
THE BLACK DRAMA 221
"Don't fear. Their eagerness is pre- It seemed a mile from the door to the
mature." wings. I reached it just in time for my
He pulled off my coat and shirt. Grown entrance cue-Sigrid's cry of "Swithin
calm again before his assurance, I got will not allow this."
into my clothes for Act Two-a modem "Let him try to prevent it," grumbled
dinner suit. With alcohol I removed the Davidson, fierce and grizzled as the devil-
clinging side-whiskers, repaired my make- converted Oscar.
up and brushed my hair into modem
"I'm here for that purpose," I said
fashion once more. Within seconds, it
clearly, and strode into view. The sword
seemed, Davidson was calling us to our
from Pursuivant' s cane I carried low,
places.
hoping that Varduk would not notice at
The curtain rose on Sigrid and me, as once. He stood with folded arms, a
Mary and Swithin, hearing the ancestral mocking smile just touching his white
tale of horror from Old Bridget. As be- face.
fore, the audience listened raptly, and as
"So brave?" he chuckled. "So fool-
before it rose to the dramatic entrance of
ish?"
:Varduk. He wore his first-act costume,
and his manner was even more compell- "My ancestor killed you once, Ruth-
ing. Again I felt myself thrust into the ven," I said, with more meaning than I
background of the drama; as for Sigrid, had ever employed before. "I can do so
great actress though she is, she prospered
. "
agam.
only at his sufferance. I leaped forward, past Sigrid and at
Off stage, on again, off once more- him.
the play was V arduk' s, and Sigrid's per- The smile vanished. His mouth fell
sonality was being eclipsed. Yet she be- open.
trayed no anger or dislike of the situa- "Wait! That sword--"
tion. It was as though V arduk mastered He hurled himself, as though to snatch
her, even while his character of Ruthven it from my hand. But I lifted the point
overpowered her character of Mary. I and lunged, extending myself almost to
felt utterly helpless. the boards of the stage. As once before,
I felt the flesh tear before my blade. The
I saw the climax ap-
I proach. wings
N THE
V arduk, flanked by Davidson
slender spike of metal went in, in, until
the hilt thudded against his breast-bone.
as the obedient Oscar, was declaring No sound from audience or actors, no
Ruthven' s intention to gain revenge and
motion. We made a tableau, myself
love. stretched out at lunge, V arduk transfixed,
"Get your sword," muttered Jake, who the other two gazing in sudden aghast
had taken Davidson's place at the curtain wonder.
ropes. "You' re on again in a moment." For one long breath's space my victim
I ran to my dressing-room. Pursuivant stood like a figure of black stone, with
opened the door, thrust something into only his white face betraying anything of
my hand. life and feeling. His deep eyes, gone dark
"It's the silver sword," he told me as a winter night, dug themselves into
~uickly. "The one from my auie. Trust mine. I felt once again the intolerable
in it, Connatt. Almost eleven o'clock- weight of his stare-yet it was not threat-
go, and God stiffen your arm." ening, not angry even. The surprize
222 WEIRD TALES
ebbed from it, and the eyes and the sad "Ladies and gentlemen, a sad accident
mouth softened into a smile. Was he for· has ended the play unexpectedly-tragi·
.. me.'Thank ig n
g1vmg me.' . . • cally. Through the fault of nobody, one
of the players has been fatally-"
found her voice again, and I heard no more. Holding Sigrid in my
S screamed
IGRID
tremulously. I released the arms I told her, briefly and brokenly, the
cane-hilt and stepped backward, auto- true story of Ruthven and its author. She,
matically. Varduk fell limply upon his weeping, gazed fearfully at the motion·
face. The silver blade, standing out be- less black heap.
tween liis shoulders, gleamed red with "The poor soul!" she sobbed. "The
blood. Next moment the red had turned poor, poor soul!"
dull black, as though the gore was a Jake, leaving his post by the curtain-
millennium old. Varduk' s body sagged. ropes, had walked on and was leading
It shrank within its rich, gloomy gar- away the stunned, stumbling Davidson.
ments. It crumbled. I still held Sigrid close. To my lips, as
The curtain had fallen. I had not heard if at the bidding of another mind and
its rumble of descent, nor had Sigrid, nor memory, came the final lines of Manfred:
the stupefied Davidson. From beyond "He's gone-his soul hath ta' en its
the folds came only choking silence. Then earthless flight-Whither? I dread to
Pursuivant' s ready voice. think-but he is gone."
[THE END]
222 WEIRD TALES
0ead Dog
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
ii huge black dog it was, with but one reason for existence:
to avenge its dead master
"Dead dogs may bite the careless feet.- Father Labossier walked swiftly to meet
V mb1md11 proverb.
his old friend. The chief was lean, taller ·
HEY brought the rebel chief by a head than the sturdy priest, and black
T
. Kaflatala out of the jungle to
Father Labossier's mud-brick
house, brought him in a tepoia because he
as basalt save for a gray scar across his
proud face from eye to nostril. The two
men said the requisite Kalungu greetings
still limped from a Portuguese bullet in and sat on a log under the broad-leafed
his thigh. Twenty black warriors, click- .fig-tree. Then Kaflatala spoke:
ing their spears respectfully, followed the "Your advice came to me in my hid-
hammock-litter and formed a row outside ing. I cannot hope to win against the
the stockade as Kaflatala dismounted and Portuguese soldiers; now I must surren·
hobbled up the path. . der and save my people further punish·
Springing from his seat on the porch, ment."
DEAD DOG 223
"That is wise, Kafiatala," nodded Fa- "Will you keep my dog for me?" asked
ther Labossier, smiling. Nine years in Kaflatala. ·
west Africa had not dulled the mission- "Until you come back," agreed Father
ary zeal that had stirred him from a pleas- Labossier.
ant cure of souls near Antwerp, and mo- "I do not come back," insisted the
ments like this repaid him for long toil. other, and Father Labossier changed the
''The white man's Savior, of whom I told subject by asking how the beast was
you," he continued, ~·will make your sen- called.
tence a light one." "Ohondongela," replied th~ master.
The scar darkened on Kafl.atala' s face That word means "revenge" in the
and his wide lips tightened. "My people Umbundu, and Father Labossier, eyeing
will suffer no more, that is all. Rodri- the dog, thought it as fierce as its name.
guez, the Portuguese captain, will kill Black, rough, lean, powerful of jaw and
me." long of fang, it had something of the
The priest held up a hand in protest forbidding wild about it, almost like a
"Not all Portuguese are cruel. It is true forest beast; but all dogs were once forest
that Captain Rodriguez's heart is sick; he beasts, at the beginning of time. • . .
was sent here because he had sinned Kaflatala ~gain excused himself for cut-
against the laws at home-" ting the visit short, spoke commandingly
to Ohondongela, and smiled when the
"However he came here, he will kill
brute curled himself obediently at the feet
me." Kaflatala fairly jerked out the
of Father Labossier. Then he stumped to
words, then apologized for interrupting.
the gate, crept into his tepoia and gave
"'Good-bye; my father. We shall meet
the signal for the march to continue.
again."
Still Father Labossier argued. "A
power will save you, Kaflatala."
"A power may avenge me," was the
T HREE days later Father Labossier was
wakened before dawn by the dismal
howling of Kaflatala' s hound. He grum-
bleak reply. "That is all." bled sleepily, then reflected that a man of
Father Labossier brought notebook and God must not think unkindly, even of a
pencil from his pocket and scribbled a beast. He rose, took an early breakfast,
note as he sat. pottered among the lettuces in his garden
"This asks that you be treated kindly," and at noon read a marriage service over
he explained. "My fastest servant will a giggling young couple that wanted
bear it to the fort ahead of you." white man's magic for good luck in its
The chief thanked him courteously, and new household. Afterward he wrote let·
rose.."One favor before I go." ters to a favorite nephew, to a group of
"Name it." fell ow-priests at home, and to the Dutch
Kaflatala emitted a chirping whistle. trader who sent him supplies from Ben-
At once something black and swift sped guela. At about four o'clock in the after-
from behind the row of warriors, dashed noon a chorus of shouts from his servants
through the gate and up the path - a betokened a stranger coming up the trail.
huge, shaggy hound, as black as thunder. It was a runner, bare-legged and wear-
It was as large as a calf, and its eyes shone ing a faded khaki shirt, who advanced to
with an uneasy greenish pallor. Yet it the porch, saluted in clumsy militafYi
seemed ~ntle, thrusting its long, ugly fashion, and offered a parcel sewn in rice-
head under the chief's hand. sacking.
224 WEIRD TALES
"From the fort," the runner told him. and priestly compassion. The last phrase,
••Captain Rodriguez has sent it." in particular, was out of character: "I
"Thank you." Some answer, of course, know I have sinned, yet ask for the aid
to his plea for mercy to Kaflatala. But I do not deserve."
why a package and no letter? There must The priest lifted his eyes to the waiting
be a note inside. runner. "Go back and say that I will
Producing a clasp-knife, the priest come tomorrow.''
ripped the sackipg. The native paused, embarrassed, tften
A face looked up at him through the replied diffidently that his master was in
ragged hole-a black, dead face. Upon dreadful case and that there was no white
it a pallid gray scar ran from eye to doctor to do magic for his healing. Could
nostril. I(aflatala had been right; Captain not Father Labossier come at once?
Rodriguez had made short work of him, "It will be an all-night trek," demurred
and thus was answering Father Labossier's the priest. Then he thought better of his
.recommendations of mercy. hesitancy, and added, "But a moon will
Again rose the doleful wail of Ohon- shine. I shall go with you."
dongela the hound. And jrist before· sun- He changed into flannel shirt, walking-
set the great beast lay down and died, boots and a wide hat. Upon his shoulder
quietly, quickly and inexplicably. he slung a canteen and a musette with
medicines. In his pocket were prayer-
moons had waned and waxed book and Bible. From his little arsenal
T HREE
again, and the same runner from the
fort met Father Labossier just outside his
he chose a hunting-rifle, for lions might
be hunting along the night trail. Then,
stockade. It was midaftemoon, as on the placing his oldest servant in charge of the
runner's previous appearance, and again house, he set off with the man from the
he had something from Captain Rodri<t: fort.
guez - not a package this time, but a
letter.
The priest took the envelope and gazed I and ana wearying
T WAS tramp by moonlight,
eventful one. At sunrise he
for a moment at the almos~ indecipher- came to the fort, where, brooding in his
able characters that spelled his own name quarters over untasted food, Captain
upon it. They had been set down by a Rodriguez waited for him.
sbaking hand, a hand that he knew as the Father Labossier was shocked at sight
captain's. He had written to Rodriguez of the Portuguese. 'When they had last
on the same day that he had received met, four months previously, Rodriguez
Kaflatala' s head; he had stiffiy indicted had been florid, swaggering, vigorous.
the officer as a cruel and cowardly mur- Now he sagged shrunkenly inside his
derer, and had sent a duplicate of the dirty white uniform. The face he lifted
letter to the governor at Loanda. Nobody was pale, its eyes wild, and his once-
had replied-was this a belated acknowl- jaunty mustache drooped.
edgment of his message, perhaps a justi· "Father," he mumbled hoarsely, "I am
fication of Rodriguez's action or a further ridden by devils."
sneer at the priest? Father Labossier took the captain's
He opened the letter and read it, his hand. It trembled in his grasp. "I do not
kindly face spreading over with wonder. doubt you, my son," he replied gravely.
For Rodriguez was praying for help and "Yours has been an evil life."
comfort in the name of Christian mercy Rodriguez grimaced in doleful accept~
W.T.-6
DEAD DOG 225
ance of the reproof. "Come, let us sit on captain's arm, and strength flowed from
the porch-in the blessed moonlight." him into that shaken frame.
Outside, they took canvas chairs. Rod- "I looked toward the window, and
riguez sighed as if in exhaustion, gazed there I saw it. Blood of the saints, I saw
for a moment across the bare drill-ground it! By the window-a great dog!" •
toward the barracks of the native soldiers. "Dog?" repeated the other, leaning
Then: forward in his turn. "What sort of a
"My sins crouch beside my bed at dog?"
night." "Large-black and shaggy. It was sit-
The priest waited for a moment. When ting up, and its head and shoulders rose
his companion did not continue, he said above the window-sill, making a sil·
tentatively: "Seek forgiveness from the - houette against the moonlight. Its eyes,
Lord." like green l~ps of he.ll, stared at me.
"If I could!" Rodriguez leaned toward The hate in them!'' Captain Rodriguez's
him, and his breath in Father Labossier's face twitched with the memory.
face was the breath of a sick man. "A "I see. And then?"
Christian God cannot be invoked-only "I screamed, a thing I have not done
a savage devil, to spare me." since I was a baby. A moment later, my
Father Labossier fingered the silver orderly was pounding and calling at the
cross that hung from his neck. "That door; and the dog-had gone."
thought is a transgression, my son. Un- "Gone!" echoed the priest.
say it." "Yes, vanished like a candle-flame
The captain clutched his face in wasted snuffed."
hands and his shoulders shook, as with Father Labossier clicked his tongue.
sobs. Finally he forced himself to speak "Was it not a dream, that?"
of what lay upon his soul. Captain Rodriguez laughed, but not
Three nights before, he had retired, merrily. He had thought that very thing,
as usual, to his lonely bedchamber. He he admitted, though he was too nervous
spoke of his habitual preparations; the to sleep any more that night. In the
examination of the windows to see if morning he had forced himself to forget
their gratings and mosquito nets were in the adventure and had gone about his du-
place, his locking of the door against pos- ties with a heart that grew lighter as the
sible night prowlers, his placing of a day progressed. By nightfall the nerv·
service pistol beside the water glass on his ousness returned, and he lulled himself
bedside table. Nothing _untoward had to sleep with a bromide.
happened during the day; it had been "Again-mark me, Father-again I
even tiresome. His thoughts before slum- saw to windows, mosquito netting, lock.
ber had taken the form of an idle review I put from me the troublesome vision of
of his work and a wistful consideration the night before. I slept."
of his chances to be forgiven certain in- Father Labossier took a cigar from his
discretions and called home to Portugal. pocket. "The dream---/'
Then he had dozed off, to wake suddenly "It was no dream, I say. When does a
and in fear. dream come twice in two nights?" The
At this point in his narrative, he hid captain's lips twitched, showing teeth that
his face again and shuddered uncontrolla- were set as though to hold back a dread·
bly. Father Labossier laid a hand on the ful pain. "The dog returned. I woke in
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226 WEIRD TALES
sudden instinctive fear, and there it was Still murmuring set phrases of comfort,
as before. No, not as before." Father Labossier followed Rodriguez back
"What do you mean?" asked Father into the house. The captain's sleeping-
Labossier, biting the end of his cigar. compartment was comfortable and even
"It had been at the window the first luxurious beyond military requirements,
time. Now it was at the foot of my bed, appointed as he had described.
nearer to me by half the floor's width." "See," urged Rodriguez, laying an un-
Rodriguez laid his fist to his lips, as steady finger upon the door-jamb. "This
though to crush their trembling. "It was round hole-my bullet made it.''
so large as to look over the footboard at "I see it,.. Father Labossier assured
me. Its green eyes burned into mine." him.
Father Labossier said, very quietly, that "And you observe the gratings and nets
a real dog could .not have looked Rodri- at the window? The lock on my door?
guez in the eye. ~ Well, then-'' ·
"No, and this was no real dog. It was Father Labossier cleared his throat.
my gaze that faltered, and I screamed He was well-read, and something of an
aloud." amateur psychologist. "My son, you
"As before?,. knew, perhaps, that Chief Kaflatala had a
"Yes, as before. And my orderly came, great black hound."
bearing a light that shed itself through "Did he? I never saw it."
the cracks of the door. At that beam, the "You had heard, perhaps, of the beast..
thing was gone, completely and instantly. Its name was Ohondongela."
I rose to let the orderly in-never have I Rodriguez bit his lips. "Ohondongela
allowed a native to see me so upset." -revenge." He calmed himself and said
Father Labossier rubbed a match on the that he might have heard of it.
sole of his boot. "And then, my son?" "Ah, then," said Father Labossier, "it
"In the morning I sent for you. But has become a symbol with you, my son,
last night, while you were on the trail- of the wrong your heart's core has admit-
last night, the dreadful dog from hell ted."
visited me yet again!" Much more he said, drawing upon
He flung out a hand, palm vertical. Freud and the gospels in tum. Captain
"No farther away than that, it sat at my Rodriguez listened carefully, nodding
side. It breathed upon me, I heard the from time to time as though he compre-
growl in its throat. And somehow I hended the argument and was disposed
snatched up the pistol from my table and to agree.
fired into its face-it vanished. But to- "But if this is the truth," he said when
night-it will not vanish!" the priest had made an end, "what am I
to do?"
"You have begun by repenting and
H thevoicepriest's
IS had risen to a wail. Again
strong, steady hand confessing," Father Labossier told him~
clutched his companion's quivering one, ··T~night--"
calming the frantic shivers. "Tonight!" gasped Rodriguez, turning
"You have fancied these things, my pale.
son." "Do not fear. Go to bed as usual, com-
"But I swear they are true, by every posing yourself. I shall sit up in the par-
saint in the calendar. Come, Father, to lor. If the dream returns, call me-softly,
my room. You shall see for yourself." We will deal with it together." ·
DEAD DOG 227,
Rodriguez drew a deep breath, as of and the writings of the saints, he enjoyed
relief. "I am hungry," he said suddenly. best Edgar Allan Poe, Maurice Leblanc
"You, Father, have not breakfasted. For- and the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
give me my neglect, and be my guest." This story would help him while away the
hours. He savored a chapter, a second, a
nightfall Captain Rodriguez third..•.
T OWARD
became nervous, meditative and
boastful by turns. Once he spoke of na- The calm night tore open before a
tive magic and twice of charms against blood-banishing scream of . fear and
the devil. Again, forgetting his abject agony.
admission of wrong, he loudly argued Dropping the book, Fath"er Labossier
that he was justified in executing Kafla- sprang to his feet. In three quick strides
tala. He invited Father Labossier to drink he crossed to the door of Rodriguez's bed-
with him and, when the priest refused, room. Even as he reached it, the scream
drank by himself. He drank entirely too rose higher, died suddenly, and a spatter
much, and picked up his guitar to sing of pistol shots rang out. Then a second
the sun down with a gay ballad. But as voice, inhuman and savage, the jabbering
dusk fell he turned solemn once more and snarl of a beast at the kill--
threw the instrument aside. The door was locked. Father Labossier
"Father," he muttered, "are you sure shook the knob futilely, then turned as a
all will be well?" native orderly rushed in from the rear of
"I am sure of nothing," Father Labos- the house. Together they flung their
sier felt obliged to reply. "I am very shoulders against the panel. A second
hopeful; that is all." time. The lock gave, the door drove in.
The orderly paused to catch up a lamp..
Rodriguez lifted his shoulders, but the
and the priest stepped across the thresh"
shrug ended in a shiver. "Let me sit up old.
with you," he begged. "We will talk."
He shrank back, staring into the gloom.
"We have already talked. The best Something dark and hunched was squirm-
way to solve this evil is to face it." ing violently upon the bed. Then, as the
Some time· later the captain drank yet orderly lifted the light above Father La-
more, said good-night and went into his bossier' s shoulder, that shape was gone.
bedroom. The two men stared and wontlered.
Sitting alone in the parlor, Father La- The gratings and nets were in place. No-
bossier examined the bookshelf. It bore where along the tight walls could even a
several weighty works on niilitary science beetle find entrance or exit.
and tactics, and a row of Portuguese nov- But Captain Rodriguez lay still among
els. From among these he selected Rhum the tumbled sheets. His throat had been
Azul, by Ernest Souza. As he scanned the ripped out to the neckbone. One hand
first page he sighed with relish. It was a clutched his revolver, the other a tuft of
mystery-adventure tale, and Father Labos- shaggy black hair-such hair as had
sier, though devout, was not disdainful of grown upon Ohondongela, the long-dead
such fare. Indeed, after the Scriptures hound of the long-dead Kaflatala.
16th .Y ear of Publication
SEPT.
SEABURY QUINN
BLA CKWOOD
.....____,.,__ <"i'-
:7/zeO
\._Javern
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN and
GER TRUDE GORDON
A brief story about a doomed man who seemed to bear a charmed /if e
We tread the steps appointed for us ; and he golden-brown curls, eyes like the April
whose steps are appointed must tread them.
-The Arabian Nights. sky, dose-clipped young mustache, close-
cl1pped young attitudes, and adventure
safety. Later we tried to recover Quade's about the cavern, where death was wait-
body, but we never did. ing for him?"
• • • • • Stoll lifted his eyebrows, as a French-
was silent, and sipped wine to man might shrug his shoulders.
S TOLL
show that his story was finished. "Did you ever see a hippopotamus
"But the cavern," I protested. "What open its mouth-wide?"
16th Year of P
""
CZ/p Under the Roof
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
A tale of fear
HEN I was twelve years old I would suggest to the others that I might
W liv~d in a shabby old two-story
house, built square below and
double-gabled above. The four gables.
be trained for the law or the ministry.
Never was I consulted as to my own am-
bition, which would have shocked the
contained an upstairs room ·apiece, each household. I wanted to be a deep-sea
facing a different direction and the entire diver.
four making a cross, with a hall and stair- ' The summer was a hot one, and my
well at the center. The front and side room-in the gable on the right or north·
rooms were ceiled and plastered and kal- ern side-had only one window. The
somined, for bedrooms, but the unfin- sun's rays fell directly on the sloping
ished rear one held only trunks, boxes walls, which were only the gable's pitches
and broken furniture. This part of the plastered in, affording little insulation. I
house was hot and dusty, and open right slept poorly, bothered by strange and
up to the peak of its gable. Directly above vivid dreams. Sometimes I started awake.
its ·doorway to the central hall gaped an itching nervously at armpits and groins,
empty dark triangle, leading 1nto the hearing every rustle of the cottonwoods
slant-sided cave above the bedroom ceil- outside and the creakings of the house
ings. This lumber-room was called the timbers.
garret, though it was . not a real garret. After a while, I am not sure exactly
The real garret was that dark space, up when, I began to hear something else. '
under the roof. Awareness of that sound grew upon
I was the youngest person in the house me, first slowly and faintly, then with
by more than a decade, arid my youth terrifying clarity, over a number of hot,
offended' everyone bitterly. I was con- wakeful nights. It was something up
stantly reminded of my childish stupidity above, between the roof-peak and the
and inexperience. Nobody felt that years ceiling, something big and clumsy and
would mend me, and in time I grew to stealthy. I remember telling myself once
share that opinion. I t#ed never to make that it was a rat, but the moment the
a statement or venture an opinion that thought came into my head I knew it for
had not been voiced previously by one of a silly lie. Rats skip and scamper, they
iny elders. Even at that, I came in for are light and sure. This was huge and
plenty of snubs and corrections, and weighty, of a bulk that I judged was far
learned to withdraw into myself. The more than my own; and it moved, I say,
downstairs parlor was full of books, and with a slow, unsure stealth that had sus·
I read in .them a great deal, including tained rhythm. of a sort. It did not drag
nearly all of an old Encyclopedia Bri- or walk, but it moved. Years afterward
tannica; This taste for reading attracted I saw through a microscope the plodding
some curious attention on the part of my of an ameba. The thing up under the
guardians; occasion.ally one of them roof sounded as an ameba looks-a mass
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494 \VEIRD TALES
stretching out a thin, loose portion of it- HAT night the noise was louder and
self, then rolling ·and flowing all of its
substance into that portion, and so creep-
T more terrifying than ever . . It began .
above some other room, and then it trun-
ing along. Only it must have been many, dled along my ceiling, slower and still
many thousands of times iarger than an slower until it paused just over my bed. ·
ameba. It seemed to me at that moment that the
Before long I was hearing the noise lath and plaster were no tighter or strong-
every night. I would wait for it, lying er than a spider-web, and that the entity
awake until it humped itself across the was incalcul,ably more awful than the
ceiling above me. Always with it came prince and father of all spiders. It
fear, fear that did not diminish with time. crouched there, almost within reach of
I would stare in the dark, my tongue me, gloating and hungering, turning over
would dry up between my teeth, and my in its dark mind the problem of when and
:fingertips would tingle as though they had bow to take hold of me.
been rubbed sore. On my back would I could not have stirred from my bed,
sprout and fan and winnow little invol- could not have cried out even.
untary wings of chill, making my: spine The thing and its fear were with me
shrink and q~iver as though ice mingled always, night after night and week after
with the marrow. The ceiling, I knew, week, until a day past the middle of the
would descend some night upon me like summer, a dark and rainy day when it
a great millstone, then crumble about my did not wait for nightfall.
bed. Something huge and soft would
I was alqne in the house, tired of hear-
wriggle free of the broken bits and sprawl
ing the rain and the swish of wet leaves
upon me.
outside. I had exhausted the books in the
There could be no talking about the
parlor, and remembered a stack of illus-
bus.iness, I well knew. Long before, I had
trated magazines, very old, in the lumber-
learned that nobody would listen or care.
room. I climbed the stairs. The lumber·
As I have said, I was resented by the other
room was unthinkably ugly and close,
dwellers in that hoµse. Once, when a
with a sort of brown light reflected by the
neighbor boy of fifteen. gave me a terrible
unpainted joists and the insides of the
beating in the front yard, everyone
shingles. I found the magazines and be-
watcl1ed from our front windows, but
gan to paw through them.
none stirred to help me, not even when J·
thought I would fall dead at my eq.emy' s All had been silent, except for the rain
scornful feet. When, tired of pulping my outside. But, in the midst of my search-
face with his knuckles, he turned away at ings, there came a hump-hump from
last, I dragged myself in and was tongue- overhead, from the opening that led above
lashed on all sides for an hour. Today I the ceilings. Something sly and heavy
cannot n:member exactly what was .urged was there, looking down upon me.
against me; but the tears I had not shed But in one scrambling moment I had
for pain welled forth under the scolding. fled downstairs and to the front door.
Things like that made me hesitate about It was no swelling of courage that
asking for help. One morning I did inquire made me pause before rushing out-only
at breakfast if the others had heard any- a sensible, if hopeless, consideration of
thing .strange; but I w&s only reprimand- what must follow. (could leave the house
ed for interrupting a discussion of local and mope in the rainy street until some-
politics. one .came back. Then I W{)uld have to
UP UNDER THE ROOF 495.
come back, too, and in time I would have lumber-room with a crash like an explo-
to go to bed. Then the creature that made sion. .But next moment I had dragged
the noise would come down; it would myself up inside the loft. The roof-peak
wait no longer, for it had seen me and was so low above my head that I could
my tortured terror. It would flow to the barely rise to my knees.
fl.oar, through my door and creep into bed I pulled out the ax and tried to hold
with me. I would know how it looked, it in my mouth, like a pirate's dirk. But
what color it was, and what it wanted it was l:oo 'big and heavy, so I kept it in:
with me. my right hand. Then, on my knees and
A cold determination came, I know not my left hand, I went forward on top of
whence, stiffening my limbs and neck like the rafters. Every inch took me deeper
new sawdust poured into an empty doll. into darkness, and when I reached and
I walked slowly back through the house crept past a big rough chimney I might
to the foot of the stairs. There I paused, a1 well have been in a coal mine.
trying to lift myself to the bottom step. I
First I went straight to the front of the
could not, and turned and walked to the
house. 1 felt all along the wall, and int~
back porch. There, upon the wood-box,
the corners. Then I dragged myself
lay a hand-ax. It was dull and rusty, and
around. I could see the light at the far
wobbled upon its helve, but I took it and
end, partly obstructed by the chimney.,
this time I mounted the steps-slowly-
Crawling back, I explored wopingly th!?
one after another, with long, tight breaths
space above the south bedroom. Last 0£
between. The old boards creaked under
all I drove myself into the chamber above
my feet, as if aghast at my foolish daring.
my own room, where I had always heard
I reached the upper hall, and went back
the sounds.
into the lumber-room.
It had turned darker than when I had I found nothing.
.first come to iind the magazines. I made I always finished with those three!
myself look up at the triangular opening, words when, grown up enough to be lis•
and that took a mustering of all my will- tened to, I told this story in after years.,
power, but there was nothing to see. I But I knew then, and I know now, that
stuck the handle of the ax into the waist- there was something, or that there had
band of my knickerbockers, and dragged been something. Until I drove myself to
a heavy, dust-laden old bureau over face it, that something had been a mor-
against the wall by the door. On that I tal peril. Had I done anything else, it
placed a broken chair; then a candle-box, would have come looking for me. What
precariously on end. At last I climbed up would have followed, I am sure nobodz
on the bureau, up on the chair, up on the can think.
box. My chm came level with the thresh- But from that time forwara there was
old of the black cavern. It was like gaz- not the slightest murmur of noise up
ing into a pool of ink. I got hold of a under the roof. I grew to sleep so sound-
cross-timber and drew myself slowly up. ly that I had to be shaken in the morn-
The candle-box tipped over and fell from ings. Nor did I ever know fear again, not
beneath my feet> striking the floor of the even in the war,
~ese Doth the
Lord Hate
By GANS T. FIELD
B EFORE me lies open E. A. Ash- shifter and cannibal. But times and
win's translation of Compendium beliefs have changed. Since Guazzo
M aleficarum, just as three hun- himself foresaw that his book might
dred years ago the original lay open provoke "the idle jests of the censori-
before judges and preachers, a notable ous," let his shade not vex me if I em-
source of warning against, and indict- broider his brief, plain citation.
ment of, witchcraft. And from its The phenomenon occurred near
pages have risen three folk long dead. Treves, upon the goodly river Moselle,
The magic that gives them life is immediately east of the present Franco-
that of imagination, concerning which German border. Some know Treves,
power Brother Francesco-Maria Guaz- ancient and pleasant, with the cathedral
zo writes with sober learning in the where is preserved a coat of Jesus
very first chapter of the Compendium. Christ to call forth the world's wonder
Their simple embalming was a lone and worship. Around the town, now as
paragraph, barely a hundred and fifty in Guazzo's time, are pleasant fields
words in length-one of Guazzo's "va- and gardens. The scene we are to con-
rious and ample examples, with the ~ole sider, though unfolding upon land
purpose that men, considering the cun- properly German, is more than a trifle
ning of witches, might study to live French.
piously and devoutly in the Lord." In the district of Treves, writes
Guazzo has written shortly and with Guazzo and translates Ashwin, a
reserve, though never dryly; and in peasant was planting cabbages with his
1608, when the Compendium was first eight-year-old daughter . •••
printed under patronage of Cardinal Frenchmen hold cabbages in notable
Orazio Maffei, his style was adequate. esteem and affection-a favorite love-
James I of England still shuddered name, throughout the provinces and en-
over the memory of Dr. Fian's con- virons of France, is "cabbage." With-
spiracy with Satan to destroy him. In out good store of this vegetable, no
Bredbur, near Cologne, lived a dozen Moselle farm would be perfect, and
or more aging men who horrifiedly had certainly no Moselle stew. The peasant
seen a captured wolf turn back int9 was planting, and so it was spring, a
their neighbor, the damnable Peter fair day with the sky clear and bright,
Stumpf. Gilles Grenier, prisoned in a as we shall observe. Our man of the
Franciscan friary at Bordeaux, would soil comes readily to life before us,
cheerfully tell any visitor his adven- stooping and delving at the fresh, good.
tures as a devil-gifted warlock, shape· smelling furrow. He seems a sturdy
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J06 WEIRD TALES
'fellow, sharp-featured like a Gaul, I WILL· grant that the picture is too
blond-bearded like a Teuton. His bright, too cheerful; were ,it fiction,
widely spread feet are encased in we might borrow from Edgar Allan
wooden shoes, he wears a loose, drab Poe the device of a black cloud dim-
frock and a shapeless cap. For all the ming the sky. But perhaps the fOntrast
distance of years, he is amazingly like will be the greater with things as they
a peasant cabbage-grower of today. arc.
And beside him, as we have read, The excellent child finds the more
works his daughter. Eight years old- savor in Father's commendation be-
is that not young to be a gardener? Yet cause she knows that well she deserves
she is vigorous and intelligent and will- it. Nor is she backward in telling him
ing beyond her years. The trowel and that planting cabbages is not her lone
seedbag seem to do their own duty in virtue and study. Other of her talents
her small, quick hands. Her father is- may please and benefit him.
deeply impressed. He, continues the Again Guazzo: • • • she said, "Go
commentator: . . . praised the girl away a little, and I will quickly make
highly for the work. The young maid, it rain on whatever part of the garden
whose sex and age combined to make you wish."
her talkative, boasted that she could do And Father? It takes no further ef-
more wonderful things than that; and fort of the mind's eye to sec that peas-
when her father asked what they were. ant visage broaden and the beard stir
' in a great grin. This daughter of his
It is well worth another full stop to never fails to warm his heart. Surely
consider that complete picture~one of she must have heard him say that rain
rustic endeavor, not too heavy or too would be welcome in this planting sea-
distasteful, especially when the garden· son. As she grows older, she will hear
ers are so bound together in mutual un- from the priest that only God almighty
derstanding and affection. Seed-sowers can send rain. But her pretense is in-
of today can understand Father's pride noccnt- · today let her have her fun,
in his industrious daughter. "How well play a game to make them both laugh.
you dig, my little cabbage I" And his Guazzo calls the good man astonished,
eyes crinkle up in his good-natured but more probably he achieves an elab-
brown face as he enjoys his own play orate burlesque of surprises as he says:
upon words. ·He doubts honestly if "Come, then, I will go a little away.11
there was ever such a good child. She Jovially he tramps off, fifty paces or
is a true daughter of her mother, and so, taking care not to tread on the
here he turns to glance over his shoul- freshly seeded cabbage-rows. He and
der at the house above the garden- his daughter have gone far ahead of
small but snug and well repaired, with their intentions this morning; there can
an ample gush of smoke from the chim- be a minute or two of rest and sport.
ney hole. He pauses and turns.
His wife is evidently concocting the Now, for the first time, perhaps he
noonday meal. Something more than scowls.
bread and soup, he warrants-he is The child has caught up a gnarled
mystified at the plenty of good things stick and is beating up a froth of mud
she provides, as if she got it by en- in a shallow trench. She is speaking,
chantment. . too, or saying a litany. He can catch
THESE DOTH THE LORD HATE 107
only ·the rhythmic sound o'f her voice, "My moiher did; and she is very clever
no words. at this and other things like it."
•.. and behold there fell from the We may assure ourselves that there
clouds a sudden rain upon the said will be no more cabbage-planting this
place. day. The peasant nods dumbly, and
"From the clouds"-whence came plucks at the hem of his smock. Then
those clouds so suddenly? And now he clears his throat and says that the
this deluge.; from his point apart, the sun is high, and that the midday meal
cabbage-farmer stares. His shoulders is undoubtedly ready.
hunch in his loose smock, as though Together they go to the hut above
they supported a sudden heavy weight. the garden-the man's sabots thudding
His sabots dig into the earth. One heavily and lifelessly, the child's bare
square-fingered hand steals upward to feet skipping and dancing. A hearty,
sign the cross upon his thick chest. rosy-checked woman greets them loudly
And over yonder falls a rain such as at the door. To be sure, dinner is
no Christian cares to see, heavy and ready; but he who suggested a stop-
narrow. It is a shimmery, drenching page of work to eat, he finds himself
column of down-darting water, no unable to swallow a crumb.
thicker than a round tower of the Finally he rises, lurches rather than
baron's castle at Treves, but tall as walks from the door. Near by is a se·
infinity. He can hear it, too, a drum· eluded spot; we can readily visualize it
ming rattle on the thirsty clods, like the as a clump of bushy young trees beside
patterned dance-gambols of many light a narrow creek. Into that hiding
impious hoofs. plunges the peasant. Screened by the
I trunks and branches, he sinks wretch·
HE CROSSED himself again, and the edly to his knees. He feels that this
rain is over, as abruptly and com- . is not enough of humility. His face
pletely as it began. Now is the time for droops, his shoulders go slack, and a
him to inquire in his heart if indeed he moment later he lies prostrate upon
saw and heard rightly. the shadowed mold of last year's
He knows that he did. The rain is leaves.
gone, but there remains a circular patch There he prays, for an hour and an
of earth all churned to mud; and here hour. Sometimes he finds words to say,
comes trotting his daughter, smiling oftener he achieves only moans and UR·
and triumphant, and her garments are accustomed tears.
drenched. Her eyes sparkle; so spar· Can he not be forgiven for having
kled the eyes of her mother, no later merciful doubts as to his duty in this
than last Sunday, when a roast of pig case? Even the Savior once pleaded
c"ame to the rough table, as if from no- that a bitter cup be withheld from His
where. The hungry husband did not lips. But the peasant makes shift to
ask about it then; now the question rise at last. His face is set as firmly
bums him-whence came that meat? as the carven granite of a saint on the
All this detail is romance, a careless cathedral's doorway, yonder in Treves.
padding of Guazzo's narrative, which True, his hands tremble a little, as
is much shorter and balder: Abraham's hands must have trembled
The astounded father asked: "Who as they lifted to sacrifice Isaac at God's
taught you to do this?" She answered: command; but the final answer has
108 WEIRD TALES
come into his neart, and he linows what evil. She has schooled.her daughter to
to do. the like infamy.
Here is that answer, as Guazzo gives
it: L OOK elsewhere in Guazzo's absorb-
The peasant nobly faced his right ing Compendium for what must
an'd plain duty; so a few days later, on have been the rest of the story. Death
the pretense that he had been invited to by fire, he says confidently, is the only
a wedding, he too le his wife and daugh- right punishment for the dreadful sin
ter dressed in fest al wedding robes to of witchcraft. A stake, therefore, is
the neighboring town, where he handed set upright in the market-place of
them over to the Judge to be punished Treves, and heaped about with faggots.
for the crime of witchcraft. To this the witch and her fledgling are
· It is hard to imagine how the man borne, high upon the armored shoul-
lived during those intervening "few ders of the law's servants. With the
days." It is impossible to divine what last of her tears, the older culprit
were his arts and powers that he kept a pleads and prays that she be allowed
smiling face and calm manner while his to. walk. Sternly the judge refuses this
heart smoldered like a coal from the request; is it not a commonplace that a
smithy. witch, going to execution, need but
And the plan of betrayal, that touch toe to earth for her bonds to dis-
was a shrewd one and worthy of the solve and her executioners to fall as if
greatest witchfinder, let alone a peas- struck by lightning?
ant. Yet I doubt if he congratulated That double witch-burning is a rare
himself upon it. treat and curiosity in TrevC!s, and it re-
They go to the fair town o"f Treves, ceives the attention it merits. Not a
all three in holiday gear. Sometimes, soul in all the district, from the baron
on that journey, the little rain-maker of the castle to the beggars whose
must have been weary, and rode per- home and heritage is the gutter, but
force on Father's shoulder. Was his must draw near to see.
arm tighter than usual around her little No, that is not strictly true. Not
body? every soul in the district is present at
Did his voice quiver as he answered the burning; for a solitary man trudges
some question she prattled? I make away, to his empty home by the cab-
no doubt of that; but from Guazzo we bage garden. His big hands are locked
know what the end of the jaunt turned behind him, his chin weighs like lead
out to be. upon his breast, the lines of his face
Of a sudden the mother and daugh- teem with tears. He dares to utter the
ter are in the hands of the judge, un- supplication refused by the priest at
der guard of his men-at-arms. the cathedral-a timid prayer that two
With what fierce scorn does the spirits even now taking flight, shall not
witch-woman deny the charges-until, be utterly consumed in hell; 0 Lord,
after hours of questioning and perhaps let them win at last through long pun-
a touch of the lash or thumbscrew, she ishment and sincere repentance to some
makes confession. True, she is a sor- measure of comfort in a most humble
ceress. She has signed the Devil's book, corner of heaven.
attended the Sabbat, sworn the oath of Not all agonies are o"f the fire.
160 pages of eery fiction
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FEBRUARY
DEATH IS AN ELEPHANT
a tlirill tale of the drCNS
By NATHAN HINDIN
•
THE HOUSE WHERE TIME
STOOD STILL ·
a fascinating /11/es Je Grandin story
By SEABURY QU
DONALD WANDREI
THOMAS P. KELLEY
dn eery tale of the American Civil War, and the uncanny evil being who
called himself Persil Mandifer, and his lovely daughter_:_
a tale of dark powers and weird happenings
Curious . . . was tha_t the word to ing in, his rocking-chair against ~the
· us·e? But this man who was not her plastered wall of the parlor, under the
father .after all, he delighted, in under- painting ·of his ancient friend Aaron
statements. Enid's eyes had grown Buri;. Was the rumor true, she mus.ed,
clearer now. She was able to move, to that Burr had riot really 'died, ihat he
obey Persil Mandifer's invitation to still lived and planned ambitiously to
seat herself. -She, saw him, half ~prawl- make himself a ·throne in America?
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But Aaron Burr would have to be an a goo'd wife. That explains, my 'dear,
old, old man-a hundred years old, or the governess, the finishing-school at
more than a hundred. St. Louis, the books, the journeys we
Persil Mandifer's own age might have m1dertaken to New Orleans and
have been anything, but pr9bably he elsewhere. I regret that this 'distressing
was nearer seventy than fifty. Phys- war between the states," and he paused
ically he was the narrowest of men, in to draw from- his pocket his enameled
shoulders, hips, temples and legs alike, · snuff-box, "should have made recent
so that he appeared distorted and com- junkets impracticable. However, the·
pressed. White hair, like combed time has come, and you are not to be
thistledown, fitted itself in ordered despised. Your marriage is now to be-
streaks to his high skull. His eyes, dull fall you."
and dark as musket-balls, peered ex- "Marriage," mumbled Larue, in a
pressionlessly above the nose like a stil- voice that-Enid was barely able to hear.
etto, the chin like the pointed toe of a: His fingers interlaced, like fat white
fancy boot. The fleshlessn~ss of his worms in a jumble. His eyes were for
legs was accentuated by tight trousers, Enid, his ears for his father.
strapped under the insteps. At ·his Enid saw that she must respond. She
throat sprouted a frill of lace, after a did so: "You have-chosen a husband
fashion twenty-fi,ve years old. for me?"
· At his left, on a stool, crouche'd his Persil Mandifer's lips crawled into a
enormous son Larue. Larue's body was smile, very wide on his narrow blade of
a collection of soft-looking globes and a face, and he took a pinch of snuff.
bladders-a tremendous belly, round- uyour husband, my dear, was chosen
kneed short legs, puffy hands, a gross before ever you came into this world,"
bald head between fat shoulders. His he replied. The smile grew broader,
white linen suit was only a shade paler but Enid did not think it cheerful.
than his skin, and his loose, faded-pink "Does your mirror do you justice?" he
lips moved incessantly. Once Enid had teased her. "Enid, my foster-daugh-
heard him talking to himself, had been ter, does it tell you truly that you are a
close enough to distinguish the words. beauty, with a face all lustrous an'd
Over and over he had said: "I'll kill oval, eyes full of tender fire, a cascade
you. I'll kill yqu. I'll kill you." of golden-brown curls to frame the
These two men had reared her trofn whole?" His gaze wandered upon her
babyhood, here in this low, spacious body, an'd his eyelids drooped. "Does
manor of brick and timber in the Ozark it convince you, Enid, that your figure
country. Sixteen or eighteen years ago combines rarely those traits of fragil-
there had been Indians hereabouts, but ity and rondure that are never so 'desir-
they were gone, and the few settlers able as when they occur together? Ah,
were on remote farms. The Mandifers Enid, had I myself met you, or one like
'dwelt alone with their slaves, who were you, thirty years ago--" .
unusually solemn and taciturn for Ne- "Father!" growled Larue, as though
groes. at sacrilege. Persil Mandi£ er chuckled.
Persil Mandifer was continuing: "I His left hand, white and slender with
have brought you up as a gentleman a "dark cameo upon the forefinger, ex-
would b:ring up his real daughter-for tended and patted Larue's· repellent
the sole and simple end of making her bald pate, in superior affection. ·
FEARFUL ROCK
"Never fear, son," crooned Persil thing like a capital T. Nor was the
Mand.ifer. "Enid shall go a pure bride body-like figure spiked to it; it seemed
to him who waits her." His other hand to twine and clamber upon thatT-shape,
crept into the breast of his coat and drew like a monkey on a bracket. Like a
forth somethip.g on a chain. I.t looked · monkey, it was grotesque, Oispropor-
like a crucifix. tionate, a mockery. That climbing
"Tell me," pleaded the girl, "tell creature was made of gold, or of some·
me, fa--" She broke off, for she thing gilcled over. The T-shaped sup·
could not call him father. ' "What is port was as black and bright as jet.
the name of the one I am to marry?" Enid thought that the golden crea-
"His narne ?" said Larue, as though ture was Clull, as if tarnished, ana that
aghast at her ignqrance. it appeared to move; an effect created,
"His name?" repeate·d the lean man perhaps, by the rhythmic swinging on
in the rocking-chair. The crucifix-like t9e chain. .
object in his hands began to swing idly "Our profits from the association
and rhythmically, while he paid out have been. great," Persil Mandi fer
chain to make its pendulum motion 'droned. "Yet we have given greatly.
wider and slower. "He .has no name." Four times in each hundred years must
a bride be offered." ·
Mist was g~thering once more, in
E NID felt her lips grow cold and i.iry.
"He has no---" Enid's eyes and brain, a thicker mist
"He is the N ameles~ One," said Per- than the one that had come from the
sii Mandifer, and she could discern the shock of hearing that she was an
capital letters in the last two words qe adopted orphan. Y,et through it all she
spoke. saw the swinging device, the monkey•
"Look," said Larue, out o"f the cor- like climber upon the T. And through
ner of his weak mouth that was nearest it all she heard Mandifer's voice:
his father. "She thinks that she is get- "When my real daughter, the last •
ting ready to nm." female of my race, went to the Name-
"She will not run," assured Persil less One, I wondered where our next
Mandifer. "She will sit and listen, and bride would come from. And so,
watch what I have here in my han'd." twenty years ago, I took you from a
The object on the chain seemed to be foundling asylum at Nashville."
growing in size and cfarity of outline: It was becoming plausible to her
Enid felt that it might not be a crqcifix, now. There was a power to be war--
after all. shipped, to be feared, to be fed with
"The Nameless One is also ageless," young women. She must go-no, this
continued Persil Mandifer. "My dear, sort of belief was wrong. It had no
I dislike telling you all about him, and element of decency in it, it was only
it is not really necessary. All you need beaten into her by the spell of 'the pen-
know is that we-my fathers and I - 'dulum-swinging charm. Yet she had
have served him here, and in Europe, heard certain directions, orders as to
since the days when France was Gaul. what to 'do.
Yes, and before that." "You will act in the manner I have
. The swinging object really was in- aescribed, and say the things I have
creasing in her sight. And the basic · repeated, tonight at sundown," Man~i-_
cross was no cross, but a three-armed fer informed her, as though from a
60 WEIRD TALES
great distance. "You will surrender Lanark was strongly for state's rights
yourself to the Nameless One: as it and mildly for slavery, though he pos-
was ordained when first .you came into sessed no Negro chattels. Kane, the
my possession." younger of two sons, had carried those
"No," she tried to say, but her lips same attitudes with him as much as
would not even stir. Something had seven miles past the Kansas border,
crept into her, a will not her own, which whither he had gone in 1861 to look
was forcing her to accept' defeat. She for empl0yment and .adventure.
knew she most go-where? At that lonely point he met with
"To Fearful .Rock," said the voice Southern guerrillas, certain loose-
of Mandifer, as though he had heard shirted, weapon-ladep gentry whose
and answered the question she had not leader, a ga·UtJ.t young man with large,
spoken. "Go there, to that house where worried eyes, bore -the craggy name of
once my father lived and worshipped, Qtiantri:l.l and was to be called by a
that· house which, upon the occasion of later historian the bloodiest man in
ibis :ratller mysiterious death, I lefit:. It America~ history. Young Kane Lanark,
is now our place of devotion and sacri- surrounded by sudden lev'eled guns,
fice. Go there, Enid, tonight at sun- protested his sympathy with the South
• 'down, in the manner I have pre- by birth, education and personal pref-
scribed...." erence. Quantrill replied, rather sen-
tentiously, that while this might be true,
2. The. Cavalry Patrol Lanark's horse and money-belt had a
Yankee look to them, and would be
LIEUTENANT KANE LANARK was taken as prisoners of war.
one of those strange and vicious After the guerrillas had gallopeo
-heritage-anomalie~ of one of the most away, with a derisive laugh hanging in.
paradoxical of wars-a war where a the air behind them, Lanark trudged
great Virginian was high in N orthem back to the border and a little settle-
command, and a great Pennsylvanian ment,. where he.begged a ride by freight
stubbornly defended one of the South's wagon to St. Joseph, Missouri. There
principal strongholds; where the two he enlisted with a Union cavalry regi-
·presidents were both born in Kentucky, ment just then in the forming, and his
indeed within scant miles o'f each othei:; starkness of manner, with evidences
where father strove against son, and about- him of military education and
brother against brother, even more fre- good sense, caused his fellow recruits
quently and tragically than in all the to elect him a sergeant.
jangly verses and fustian dramas of the. Late that year, Lana1;k rode with a
day. patrol through ' southern Missouri,
Lanark' s birthplace was a Marylana where fortune brought him and his
farm, moderately prosperous. His edu- comrades face to face with Quantrill' s
cation had been completed at the Vir- guerrillas, the same that had plunderea
ginia Military Institute, where he was Lanark. The lieutenant in charge o'f
one of a very few who ·were inspired the Federal cavalry set a most hyster- ..
by a quiet, bearded·professor of mathe- · ical example for flight, and died of s~x
matics who later became the Stonewall Southern bullets placed accurately be·
- oi the Confederacy, perhaps the con- tween his shoulder blades; but Lanark,
tinent's greatest tactician. The older as ranking non-commissioned officer,
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ralliea the others, succee'ded in with- chin alone of all his command went
drawing them in order before the supe- smooth-shaven. To these details be it
rior force. As he rode last of the re- added that he rbde his bay gelding eas-
treat, he had the fierce pleasure of en- ily, with a light, sure hand cm the reins,
gaging and sabering an over-zealous and that he had the air of one who
guerrilla, who had caught up with him. knew his present business.
The patrol ·rejoined its regiment with The valley opened at length upon a
only two lost, the colonel was pleased wide level platter of land among high,
tG voice 'congratulations and Sergeant pine-tufted hills. The flat expanse .was
Lanark became Lieutenant Lanark, no more than half timbered, though
vice the slain officer. clever enemies might advance unseen
In April of 1862, General Curtis, re- across it if they exercisea caution and
cently the victor in t'he desperately foresight enough to slip from one belt
fought battle of Pea Ridge, showed ot clump of trees to the next. Almost
trust and understanding when he gave at the center of the level, a good five
Lieutenant Lanark a scouting party of miles from where Lanark now halted
twenty picked riders, with.orders to seek his command stood a single great
yet another encounter with the maraud- . chimney or finger of rock, its lean tip
ingQdantrill. Few Union officers wanted more than twice the height of the tallest
anything to do with Quantrill, but Lan- tree within view.
ark, r.emembering his harsh treatment To this geologic curiosity the eyes of
at those avaricious hands, yearned to Lieutenant Lanark snapped at once.
kill the guerrilla chieftain with his own "Sergeant!" he called; and Jager
proper sword. On the afternoon of sidled his horse close.
April fifth, beneath a sun bright but "We'll head for that rock, and stop.
none too warm, the scouting patrol there," Lanark announced. "It's a nat-
rode Clown a trail at the bottom o'f a ural watch-tower, and from the top of •
great, trough-like valley fust south of it we can see everything, even better
the Missouri-Arkansas border. Two than we could if we rode clear across ·
pairs of men, those with the surest- flat ground to those hills. And if Quan-
footed mounts, acte'd as flanking parties trill is west of us, which I'm sure he
high on the opposite slopes~ ana a is·, I'd like to see him coming a long
watchful corporal by the name o'f Goo- . way off, so as to know whether to fight
gan walked his horse well in advance of or run."
the main body. The others rode two "I agree with you, sir," said Jager.
and two, with Lanark at the head and B:e peered through narrow, puffy lids
Sergeant Jager, heary-set an'd morosely at the pinn~cle, and gnawed his shaggy
keen of eye, at the rear. lower lip. "I shall lift up mine eyes
A photograph survives o"f Lieuten- unto the rocks, fr.om whence cometh
ant Kane Lanark. as he a?Peared that my help," he misquoted reverently.
very spring-his brea'dth of shoulder The sergeant was full of garble'd. Scrip-
and slimness of waist accentuated by ture, and the men called him "Bible"
the snug blue cavalry jacket that termi- Jager behind that wide back o'f his.
nated at his sword-belt, his ruddy, This did not mean that he was soft,
beak-nose'd face sha'de'd by a wide black dreamy or easily fooled; Curtis ha'd
hat with a .gold cord. He wore a mus- chosen him as sagely as he had chosen
tache, trim but not gay, ~nd his long Lanark. ·
62 WEIRD TALES
grassy hollow, and the pinnacle of Fear- came a•lmost running into !!he room.
ful Rock standing between it and the "Lieutenant, sir I Lieutenant!" he
sinking sun •to westward. Lanark called said hoarsely.
for Suggs to bring a candle, and, when "Yes, Sergeant Jager?" Lanark
the orderly obeyed, directed him to rose, stared questioningly, and held out
take some kind of supper upstairs the book. Jager took it automatically,
to Enid Mandifer. Left alone, the and as automatically stowed it inside
young- officer seated himself in a newly his shirt.
dusted armchair of massive dark wood, "I can prove, sir, that there's a real
emitted a el~md of blue tobacco smoke, devil here," he mouthed u;steadily.
and opened the Long Lost Friend. "What?" demanded Lanark. "Do
It h~d no publication Clate, hut John you realize what you,,.r e .saying, man?
George Hohman, the author, dated his Explain yourself."
prefa,ce from Berks County, Pennsyl- "Come, sir,'' Jager almost pleade'd,
vania, on July 31, 1819. In the sec- and led the way into the kitchen. "It's
ondary preface filled with testimonials down in the cellar."
as to the success of Hohman's miracu- From a little heap on a table he
lous cures, was induded the pious ejacu- picked up a candle, and then opene'd a
lation: "The Lord bl€ss the beginning door full of darkness.
• and the end of thls little work,. and be The stairs to the cellar were shaky
with us, that we may not misuse it, and to Lanark's feet, and beneath him was
thus commit a heavy sin!" solid black shadow, smelling .strongly
"Amen to that!" said Lanark to of damp earth. Jager, stamping heav- '
himself, quite soberly. Despite his as- ily ahead, looked back and upward.
sured remarks to Jager, he was some- That broad, bearded face, that had not
what repelled and nervous because of lbst its. full-blooded flush in the hottest
the things Enid Mandifer had told fighting at Pea - Ridge, had grown so
him. pallid as almost to give off sickly light.
was there, then; potentiality 'for Lanark began to wonder if all this
such s~pernatural evil in · this enlight- theatrical approach would not make the
ened Nineteenth Century, even in the promised devit seem ridiculous, anti-
pages of the hook he held? He read climactic-the flutter of an owl, the
furtb~r, and came upon a charm to be scamper of a rat, or something of that
recited against violence and <il.anget, sort. . ·
perhaps the very one Jager had · of- · "You have the candle, sergeant," he
f ered to copy for him. ft began rather reminded; and the echo of his voice
sonorously: "The peace of our Lord momentarily startled him. "Strike a
Jesus Christ be with me. Oh shot, match, will you?" ·
stand still! In the name of the mighty "Yes, sir.,, -Jager had raised a knee
prophets Agtion and Elias, and do not - to tighten ·his stripe-sided trousers. A
kill me .•.• " snapping scrape, a burst of flame, and
Lanark remembereCl the name of the candle glow illuminated them both.
Elias from his boyhood Sunaay school- I.t revealed, too, the cellar, walled with-
ing, but Agtion's identity, as a prophet stones but floored with clay. As they
or otherwise, escapeo him. He resolved finished the- d.escent, Lanark could feel
to ask Jager; and, as . though the the soft grittine~s. of that clay under
thought had acte'd as a summons, Jager his bootsoles. All around them lay
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rubbish-boxes, casks, stacks o"f broken Such nails had. been use'd in building the
pots and dishes, bundles of kindling. older sheCls on his father's Maryland
"Here·, " Jager was saying, "here is estate. Now there was a creak of
what I found." wooden protest as Jager. prieo up the
loosened lid of the coffin-like box.
HE WALKED around the foot of the Inside lay somet.hing long an'd ru'ddy.
stairs. Beneath the slope of the Lanark saw a head and shoulders, al.)d
flight lay a long, narrow case, ma'de of . starte'd violently. Jager spoke again: ·
P.lain, heavy boards. It was unpainted "An image, sir. A heathen image."
and appeared ancient. .As Jager low- The light ma.Cle grotesque the ser-
eroo the light in his hand, Lanark saw geant's face, .one heavy half fully illu-
that the joinings were secured with mined, the other secret an'd lost in the
huge nails, apparently forged by hand. black shadow. "Look at it."
gown, Lanark in his sudden attitude of He spoke truth. Gray, in his agita- ·
protection, the ring of troopers in their tion, had not posted a fresh sentry.
dusty blue blouses. With the half- Lanark .drew his lips tight beneath his
lighted front of the weathered old musta<:he.
house like a stage set behind them, and "Once more you "feel that it is a time
_-alternate red lights and sooty shadows ' to. joke with us, Mr. Mandifer," he
playing over all, they might have been growled. "I have already suggested
a tableau in some highly melodramatic gagging you and staking you out."
opera. "But listen," Mandifer urged him.
''Silt;nce," Lanark was grating. "For Suddenly hoofs thunClered, men
the last time, Mr. Mandifer, let me yelled a double-noted defiance, high
remind you that I have placed you un- and savage-"Yee-hee/"
der arrest. If you don't calm down It was the rebel yell.
immediately and speak only when Quantrill's guerrillas ro'de out of the
you're spoken to, I'll have my men tie· dark and upon. them.
you Bat to four stakes and put a gag -
in your mouth.", ·
5. Blood, in the. Night
Mandifer subsided at once, just as
_ he was on the point of hurling another NEITHER Lanark nor the others re-
1
harsh threat at Enid. membered that they began to fight
"That's inuch better," said Lanark. for their lives; they only knew all at
"Sergeant Jager, it strikes me that we'd once that they were 'doing it. There
better get our pickets out to guard this was a prolonged harsh rattle of gun-
·position." shots like a blast of hail upon hard
Mandifer cleared his throat . with wood; Lanark, by chance or uncon-
actual diffidence. "Lieutenant Lanark scious choice, snatched at and drew his
-that is your name, I gather," he said sword instead of his revolver.
in the soft voice·which he had employed A horse's :flying shoulder struck him,
when he had first appeared. "Permit throwing him backward but not down. '
me, sir, to say but two words." He As he reeled to save his footing, he
peered as though to be sure of consent. saved also his own life; for the rider,
"I have it in my mind that it is too late, a form all cascading black beard and
useless, to place any kind of guarp· slouch hat, thrust a pistol almost into
against surprise." the lieutenant's face and fired. The
"What do you mean ?tt asked La- flash was blinding, the ball ripped La-
nark. nark' s cheek like a. whiplash, and then
"It is all of a piece with your off end- th~ saber in his hand swung, like a
ing of him who owns thi.s house and scythe reaping wheat. By luck ratht;r
the land which encompasses it, >_1 con- than design, the edge bit the guerrilla's ·
tinued Mandifer. "I believe that a gun-wrist. Lanark saw the hand fly
body of your enemies, mounted meri of away as though on wings, its fingers still
the Southern forces, are upon you. clutching· the pistol, all agleam in the
That man who died upon the brow of :firelight. Blood gushed from the
Fearful Rock might have seen them stump of the riders'. right arm, like
coming, but he was brought aown water from a fountain, and Lanark
sightless and voiceless, and noboay was felt upon himself a spatter as of hot
assigned in his place." rain. He threw himself in, clutchea
FEARFut ROCK 73
the man's legs with his free arm and, either. He and Lanark lia'd come al-
as the body sagged heavily from above most within striking distance ~f each
upon his head and shoulder, he heaved other, but the guerrilla chief was gaz-
it clear out of the saddle. ing past his enemy, in the direction of
The horse was plunging and whinny- the house. His mouth was open, with
ing, but Lanark clutched its reins and strain-lines around it. His eyes. glowed.
got his foot into the stirrup. The bon- He feared what he saw.
fire seemed to be growing strangely "Remember me, y o u thieving
brighter, and the mounted guerrillas swine Iu yelled Lanark, and tried to
were plainly discernible, raging and thrust with his saber. But Quantrill
trampling among his disorganized men. had reined back and away, not from
Corporal Gray went down, dying al- the sword but from the light that was
most under Lanark's feet. Amid the growing stronger and bluer. He thun-
deafening drum-roll of shots, Sergeant d~red art order, something that Lanark
Jager' s bull-like voice could be heard: could not catch but which the guerrillas
"Stop, thieves and horsemen, in the understood and obeyed. Then Quantrill
name of God!" It sounded like an ex- w.as fleeing. Some guerrillas dashed be-
orcism, as though the Confederate raid- tween him and Lanark. They, too, were
ers were devils. · in flight. All the guerrillas were in
La11ark had managed to climb into flight. Somebody roared in triumph and
the saddle of his captured mount. He fired with a carbine-it sounded like
(lropped the bridle upon his pominel, Sergeant Jager. The battle was over,
reached across his belly with his left within moments of its beginning.
hand, and dragged free his revolver. Lanark managed to catch his reins,
At a little distance, beyond the tossing in the tips of the fingers that held his _
heads of several horses, he thought he revolver, and brought the horse to a
saw the visage of Quantrill, clean- standstill before it followed Quantrill's
shaven arid fierce. He fired at it, but men .into the dark. One of his own •
he had no faith in his own left-handed party caught and held the bits, and
snap-shooting. He felt the horse frantic Lanark dismounted: At last he had
and unguided, shoving and striving time to look at the house. .
against another horse. Quarters were It was afire, every wall and sill and
too close for a saber-stroke, and he timber of it, burning all at once, and
fired again with his revolver. The guer- completely. And it burnt deep blue, as
rilla spun out of the ' saddle. Lanark though seen through the glass of an
had a glimpse he· would never forget, old-fashioned bitters-bottle. It Was fall-
of great bulging eyes and a sharp- ing to pieces with the consuming heat,
pointed mustache. and they had to draw back from it.
· Again the rebel yell, flying from Lanark stared around to reckon his
mouth to bearaed mouth, and then an losses.
answering shout, deeper and more sus- Nearest the piazza lay three boilies,
tained; some troopers had run out o.f trampled and broken-looking. Some
the house and, standing on the porch, men ran in and. dragged them out of
were firing with. their carbines. It was danger; they were Persil Mandifer,
gro-Wing lighter, with a blue light. La- badly battered by horses' feet, and the
nark di:d not understand that. two who had held him, Josserand and
9uantrill :did not understan'd it, Lanark's orderly, Suggs. Both the
74 WEIRD TALES
troopers had been shot through the making a trench-like grave halfway be-
head, probably at the first volley from tween the spot where the house had
the guerrillas. stood and the gulley to the east. When
Con>oral Gray was stone-dead, with the bodies were counted again, there
five or six bullets in him, and three were only twelve; Persil Mandifer's
more troopers had been killed, while was missing, and the only explanation
four were wounded, but not critically. was that it 'had been ·caught somehow
Jager, examining them, pronounced - in the flames. The ruins of the house,
that they could all ride if the lieutenant that still smoked with a choking vapor
wished it. as of sulfur gas, gave up a few crisped
"I wish it, all right," said Lanark bones that apparently. had been New-
ruefully. "We leave first thing in the ton, the sentry who had die.cl from un-
morning. Hmm, six dead and four hurt, known causes; but no giant skeleton
not counting poor Newton, who's there was found to remind one of the passing
in the fire. Half my command-and, of l;'ersil Mandifer's son.
the way I forgot the first principles of "No matter;" said Lanark to Jager.
military vigilance, I don't deserve as "We know that they were both dead,
much luck as that. 1 think the burning and past our worrying about. Put the
house is'wha"t frightened the guerrillas. other bodies in-our men at this end,
What began it?" the guerrillas at the other."
. Nobody knew. They had all been The order was carried out. Once
~ fighting too desperately to have any again Lanark asked about a prayer
idea. The three men who had been book. A lad by the name of Duckin
picketing the gulley, and who had said that he had owned one, but that it
dashed back to assault the guerrillas on had been burned with the rest of his kit
the fJ:ank, had seen the blue flames burst in the blue flame that destroyed the
out, as it were from a hundred places; house.
that was the best view anybody had. "Then I'll .have to do it from mem-
·"All the killing wasn't done by Quan- ory," 'decided. Lanark.
trill," Jager comforted his lieutenant. He drew up the surviving ten men
"Five dead guerrillas, sir-no, six. One at the side of t_he trench. Jager took a
was picked up a little way off, where position beside him, and, just behind
he'd been dragged by his foot in the the sergeant, Enid Mandi fer stood . .·
stir.rup. Others got wounded, I'll be Lanark self-consciously turned over
bound. Pretty even thing, all in all." his clutter of thoughts, searching for
"And we still have one prisoner," odds and ends of his youthful religious
supplemented Corporal Googan. teachings. "'Man that is born of
He jerked his head toward Enid woman hath but short time to live, and
Mandifer, who stood unhurt, unruffled is full of misery'," he managed to re-
almost, gazing raptly at· the great gey- peat. " 'He cometh up, and is cut down,
ser of blue flame that had been the like a flower'." As he said the words
house and temple of her stepfather's "cut down," he remembered his saber.
nameless deity. stroke of the night before, and how he
had shorn away a man's hand. That
I T WAS a gray morning, an'd from the man, with his heavy black beard, lay in
first streaks of it Sergeant Jager this trench before them, with the sev·
had kept the unw:oun'ded troopers busy, ered hand under him. Lanark was
FEARFUL ROCK 75
barely able to beat Clown a shudder. supernatural influence here. But what
" 'In the midst of life'," he went on, about you, Miss Mandifer ?"
" 'we are in· death' .." .. She tried to smile in turn, not very
There he was obligeo fo pause. Ser- successfully.
geant Jager, on inspiration, took one "I can go ba·ck to my home. I'll be.
pace forward and threw into the trench alone there."
a handful of gritty earth. "Alone?"
" 'Ashes to ashes, dust to cfusit'," re- "I have a few servants."
membered ·Lanark. " 'Unto Ali:nighty "You'll be safe?"
God we commit these bodies' "-he "As safe as an-Ywhere."
was sure that that was a misquotation He clasped his hands behina him. "I
wort.hy of Jager. himself, and made don't kneiw how to s.ay it, but I have
shift to finish with one more tag from begun to feel responsible for you. I
his memory: " ' ... in sure and c_er~ain want to know that all will be well.''
hope of the Resurrection unto eternal "Thank you,"· she said a second time~
life'." ''You owe me nothing."
He faced toward 'the file of men. "Perhaps not. W ~ do not know each
Four of them had been told to fall in other. We have spoken together only
under arms, and at his order they three or four times. Yet you- will be
raised their carbines and fired a volley in my mind. I want to make a promise."
into the air. After that1 the trench was "Yes?" .
filled in. They had pause'd i..11 their little stroll,
Jager then clea.red his throat arid almost beside the newly filled grave
began to give orders conceniing horses, trench. Lanark was frowning, Enid
saddles and what possessions had been. Mandife.r nervous and expectant.
spared by the fire~ Lanark walked aside, ''This war," he said weightily, '"is
and found Enid Mandif er keeping pace going to last much_.fonger than people
with him. ' thought at first. We-the U nion-haye '
''You are going back to your arrrty r' done pretty well ip the West here,. but
she aske'd. Lee is making fools of our generals
'"Yes, 'at once. I was sent here to back East. We may have to fight for
see if l could find and damage Quan- years, and even then we may not win."
trill' s band. I found him, and gave at "I hope, Mr.-I mean, Lieutenant
least as goo'd as I got." Lanark," stammered the girl, "I hope
"Thank you," she said, "for every- that you 'will live s;:i.fely through it."
thing you've 'dun.e for me.'' .· . "I hope so, too. And if I am spared,
He smiled deprecatingly, and it hurt if I am alive and well when peace
his bullet-burnt cheek. comes, I swear. that I shall return to ' ·
"I did nothing," he protested, and this pla-ce. I shall make sure that you,
both of them realized that it was the too, are alive and well." .
truth. "All that has happened-it just He finished, very certain that he
happened." · could not have used stiffer, more stupid
He drew his eyes into narrow gashes, wor'ds; but Enid Man'difer smiled now,
as if brooding over the past twelve radiantly and gratefully.
hours. "I shall pray for you, Lieutenant
t'I'in halfway inclined to believe Lanark. · N' ow, your men are ready to
what
- your
. stepfather said about a leave. Go, and I shall watch."
76 WEIRD . TALES
"No," he demurred. ~iGo yourself, Lanark took off his broad, black hat
get awa·y from this 'dreacrful plaee." -- _ and waved in answer. Then he faced
She bowed her head in assent, and about, · st!o'de sma.rtly back into the
walked quiCkly away. At some dis- yard beside the charred ruins. Mount-
tance she p.aused, ·turned, and waved ing his bay gelding, he gave the order
her hand above her head. to depart.
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an ojett gral/Je from 'Which tfie bodies have mysteriously disappeared. To make sure of g11tting your
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Grazy Nell
BY EDGAR DANIEL KRAMER
Carful Rock
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
An eery tale of the American Civil l:Yar, and the uncann' evil being who
called himself Persil Mandi/er, and his lovely daughter.-
a tale of dark powers and weird happenings
"Nonsense, uncle," said Lanark, but of heavy boards opened with a crealC.
without sharpness, for he liked Ne- His old sergeant stepped into view.
groes. "The Mandifer family has lived Jager was a few pounds heavier, if
around here for years. Didn't you ever anything, than when Lanark had last
know Mr. Persil Mandifer and his step-
1 seen him. His hair was longer, and hi~
daughter, Miss Enid?" beard had grown to the center of his
"Ptthsil Mandifuh ?" It was plain broad chest. He wore blue jeans tucked
that the old fell ow had heard and into worn old cavalry boots, a collarless
spoken the name before, else he would checked shirt fastened with big brass
have stumbled over its unfamiliarities. studs, and leather suspenders. He
"No, suh, cap'n. Ah doan nevah heah stared somewhat blankly as Lanark
tella such gemman." called him by name and walked up to
Lanark gazed past the mule and its the doorstep, favoring his injured leg.
tattered rider. "Isn't that a little house "It's Captain Linark, isn't it?"
among those willows?" Jager hazarded. "My eyes-" He
The kinky head turned and peered. paused, fished in a hip pocket and pro-
"Yes, sub., cap'n. Dat place b'long to duced steel-rimmed spectacles. When
Pahson J aguh." he donned them, they appeared to aid
"Whp ?" demanded Lanark, almost his vision. "Indeed it is Captain Lan-
standing up in his stirrups in his sudden ark I Or Major Lanark-yes, you were
interest. "Did you say Jager? What promoted--"
kind of man is he ?" . "I'm Mr. Lanark now," smiled back
"He jes a pahson-Yankee pahson," the visitor. "The war's over, Jager.
replied the Negro, a trifle nervous at Only this minute did I hear of you in the
this display of excitement. "Big man, country. How does ;t happen that you
suh, got red face. He Yankee. You settled in this place?"
ain' no Yankee, cap'n, suh. Whaffo "Come in, sh-." Jager pushed the
you want Pahson J aguh ?" door wide open, and ushered Lanark
"Never mind," said Lanark, and into an unfinished front room, well
thrust a silver quarter into the withered lighted by windows on three sides. "It's
brown palm. He also handed over one not a strange story," he went on as
of his long, fragrant cheroots. "Thanks, he brought forward a well-mended
uncle," he added briskly, then spurred wooden chair for the guest, and himself
his horse and rode on past. sat on a small keg. "You will remem-
Reaching the patch of willows, he ber, sir, that the land hereabouts is un-
found that the trees formed an open der a most unhallowed influence. When
curve that faced the road, and that the war came to an end, I felt strong
within this curve stood a rough but upon me the call to another conflict-a
snug-looking cabin, built of sawn, un- crusade against evil." He turned up
painted planks and home-split shingles. his eyes, as though to subpena the pow-
Among the brush to the rear stood a ers of heaven as witnesses to his devo-
smaller shed, apparently a stable, and tion. "I preach here, the gospels and
a pen for chickens or a pig. Lanark the true godly life."
reined up in front, swung out of his sad- "What is your denomination?"
dle, and tethered his horse to a thorny asked Lanark.
shrub at the trail-side. As he drew tight Jager coughed, as though abashed.
the knot of the halter-rope, the door "To my sorrow, I am ordained of !lo
88 WEIRD TALES
church; yet might this not be part of prowled by moonlight and chattered in
heaven's plan? I may be here to lead voices that sounded human. One farmer
a strong new movement against hell's of the vicinity, who had ridden with
legions." Quantrill, had twice met strollers after
dusk, and had recognized them for
LANARK nodded as though to agree comrades whom he knew to be dead.
with this surmise, and studied Jager "And the center of this devil's busi-
anew. There was nothing left in man- ness," concluded Jager, "is the farm
ner or speech to suggest that here had that belonged to Persil Mandifer." He
been a fierce fighter and model soldier, drew a deep, tired-sounding breath.
but the old rude power was not gone. "As the desert and the habitation of
Lanark then asked about the commu- dragons, so is it with that farm. No
nity, and learned that there were but trees live, and no grass. From a dis-
seven white families within a twenty. tance, one can see a woman. It is Enid
mile radius. To these Jager habitually Mandifer."
preached of a Sunday morning, at one "Where is the place?" asked Lanark
farm home or another, and in the after- directly.
noon he was wont to exhort the more Jager looked at him for long mo-
numerous Negroes. ments without answering. When he did
Lanark had by now the opening for speak, it was an effort to change the sub-
his important question. "What about ject. "You will eat here with me at
the Mandifer p'lace? Remember the noon," he said. "I have a Negro serv·
girl we met, and her stepfather?" ant, and he is a good cook."
"Enid Mandifer 1" breathed Jager "I ate a very late breakfast at a
huskily, and his right hand fluttered up. farmhouse east of here," Lanark put
Lanark remembered that Jager had him off. Then he repeated, "Where is
once assured him that not only Catho- the Mandi fer place?"
lics warded off evil with the sign of the "Let me speak this once," Jager tem·
-:;ross. porized. "As you have said, we are no
"Yes, Enid Mandifer." Lanark longer at war-no longer officer and
leaned forward. "Long ago, Jager, I man. We are equals, and I am able to
made a promise that I would come and refuse to guide you."
make sure that she prospered. Just now Lanark got up from his chair. "That
I met an old Negro who swore that he is true, but you will not be acting the
had never heard the name." part of a friend."
Jager began to talk, steadily but with "I will tell you the way, on one con-
a sort of breathless awe, about what dition." Jager' s eyes and voice pleaded.
went on in the Fearful Rock country. "Say that you will return to this house
It was not merely that men died-the for supper and a bed, and that you will
death of men was not sufficient to hor- be within my door by sundown."
rify folk around whom a war had "All right," said Lanark. "I agree.
ra·ged. But corpses, when found, held Now, which way does that farm lie?"
grimaces that nobody cared to look Jager led him to the door. He
upon, and no blood remained in their pointed. "This trail joins a road be-
bodies. Cattle, too, had been slain, yond, an old road that is seldom used.
mangled dreadfully-perhaps by the · Turn north upon it, and you will come
strange, unidentifiable creatures that to a part which is grown up in weeds.
FEARFl.Jt ROCK 89
Nobody passes that way. Follow on He limped out to his horse, untied it
until you find an old house, built low, and mounted. Then, following Jager' s
with the earth dry and bare around ·it. instructions, he rode forward until he
That is the dwelling-place of Enid reached the old road, turned north and
Mandifer." proceeded past the point where weeds
Lanark found .himself biting his lip. had covered the unused surface. Be-
He started to step across the threshold, fore the sun had fallen far in the sky,
hut Jager put a detaining hand on his he was come to his destination.
arm. "Carry this as you go." It was a squat, spacious house, the
He was holding out a little book with bricks of its trimming weathered and
a gray paper cover. lit had seen usage the dark brown paint of its timbers be-
and trouble since last Lanark had no- ginning to craclc. Behind it stood unre-
ticed it in Jager's hands; its back was paired stables, seemingly empty. In the
mended with a pasted strip of dark yard stood what ~ad been wide-
cloth, and its edges were frayed and branched trees, now leafless and lean
gnawed-l?<>king, as though rats had as skeleton paws held up to a relentless
been at it. But the front cover still said heaven. And there was no grass. The
plainly: earth was utterly sterile and hard, as
though rain had not fallen since the
John George Hohman's
beginning of time.
POW-WOWS
Or
Enid Mandifer had been watching
LONG LO.ST FRIEND him from the open door. When she saw
that his eyes had found her, she called
"Carry this," said Jager again, and him by name.
then quoted glibly: " 'Whoever carries
this book with him is safe from all his
7. The Rock Again
enemies, visible or invisible; and who-
ever has this book with him cannot die THEN there was silence. Lanark sat
without the holy corpse of Jesus Christ, his ,tired roan and gazed at Enid,
nor drown in any water, nor bum up in rather hungrily, but only a segment of
any fire, nor can any unjust sentence be his attention was for her. The silence
passed upon him.' " crowded in upon him. His unconscious
Lanark grinned in spite of himself ' awareness grew conscious--conscious
and his new concern. "Is this the kind of that blunt, pure absence of sound
of a protection that a minister of God There was no twitter of birds, no hum
should off er me?" he inquired, half jok- of insects. Not ~ breath of wind stirred
ingly. in the leafless branches of the trees. Not
"I have told you long ago that the even echoes came from afar. The air
Long Lost Friend is a good book, and was dead, as water is dead in a still,
a blessed one.'' Jager thrust it into stale pond.
Lanark's right-hand coat pocket. His He dismounted then, and the creak
guest let it remain, and held out his own of his saddle and the scrape of his boot-
hand in friendly termination of the sole upon the bald earth came sharp
visit. and shoclcing to his quiet-filled ears. A
"Good-bye," said Lanark. "I'll come hitching-rail stood there, old-seeming
back before sundown, if that will please to be in so new a country as this. Lan-
you.,,· ark tethered his horse, p~using to touch
90 WEIRD TALES
its nose reassuringly-it, too, 'felt un- holding her by the arm, he could feel
easy in the thick silence. Then he at the tips of his fingers the shock of
limped up a gravel-faced path and her footfalls, as though she trod stiffly.
stepped upon a porch that rang to his She, in turn, quite evidently was aware
feet like a great drum. of his limp, and felt distress; but, tact-
Enid Mandifer came through the fully, s·he did not inquire about it. When
door and closed it behind her. Plainly they sat down together, she spoke.
she did not want him to come inside. "When I came home that day," she
She was dressed in brown alpaca, high- began, "I made a hunt through all of
necked, long-sleeved, tight above the my stepfather's desks and cupboards.
waist and voluminous below. Other- I found many papers, but 11oothing that
wise she .looked exactly as she had told me of the things that so shocked us
looked when she bade him good-bye be- both. I did find money, a small chest
side the ravine, even to the strained, filled with French and American gold
sleepless look that made sorrowful her coins. In the evening I called the
fine oval face. slaves together and told them that their
"Here I am," said Lanark. "I prom- master and his son were dead.
ised that I'd come, you remember.''. "Next morning, when I wakened, I
She was gazing into his eyes, as found that every slave had run off, ex-
though she hoped to discover something cept one old woman. She, nearly a
there. "You came," she replied, "be- hundred years old and very feeble, told
cause you could not rest in another part me that fear had come to them in the
of the country." night, and that they had run like rab-
"That's right," he nodded, and bits. With them had gone the horses,
smiled, hut she did not smile back. and all but one cow."
"We are doomed, all of us," she "They deserted you I" cried Lanark
went on, in a low voice. "Mr. Jager- hotly. .
the big man who was one of your sol- "If they truly felt the fear that came
diers--" here to make its dwelling-place I" Enid
"I know. He lives not 'far from Mandifer smiled sadly, as if in forgive-
here." ness of the fugitives. "But to resume;
"Yes. He, too, had to return. And the old aunty and I made out here
I live--here." Slie lifted her hands a somehow. The war went on, hut it
tri6e, in hopeless inclusion of the dreary seemed far away; and indeed it was
scene. "I wonder why I do not run far away. We watched the grass die
away, or why, remaining, I do not go before June, the leaves fall, the beauty
mad. But I do neither." of this place vanish."
"Tell me," he urged, and touched "I am wondering about that death o·f
her elbow. She let him take her arm grass and leaves," put in Lanark. "You
and lead her from the porch into the connect it, some·how, with the unholi-
yard that was like a surface of tile. The ness at Fearful Rock; yet things grow
spring sun comforted them, and he there."
knew that it had been cold, so near to "Nobody is being punished there,"
the closed front door of Persil Man- she reminded succinctly. "Well, we
difer's old house. had the chickens and the cow, hut no
She moved with him to a little rustic crops would grow. If they had, we
bench under one of the dead trees. Still needed hands to farm ·them. Last win-
FEARFUL ROCK 91
tcr aunty died, too. I buried her my- hea·rten her, "that nothing has hap-
self, in the back yard." pened to you-nothing too dreadful-
"With nobody to help you?" although so much was promised when
"I found out that nobody cared or you failed to go through with that cer-
dared to help." Enid said that very emony."
slowly, and did not ela·horate upon it. She smiled, very thinly. "You think
"One Negro, who lives down the road a that nothing has happened to me? You
mile, has had some mercy. When I do not know the curse of living here,
need anything, I carry one of my gold alone and haunted. You do not under-
pieces to him. He buys for me, and in stand the sense I have of something
a day or so I seek him out and get tightening and thickening a:bout me;
whatever it is. He keeps the change tightening and thiFkening inside of me,
for his trouble." too." Her hand touched her breast,
Lanark, who had thought it cold and trembled. "I ha.ve said that I have
upon the porch of the house, now not gone mad. That docs not mean
mopped his brow as though it were a that I shall never go mad."
day in August. "You must leave here," "Do not be resigned to any such
he said. idea," said Lanark, almost roughly, so
"I have no place to go," she replied, earnest was he in trying to win her
"and if I had I would not dare." from the thought.
"You would not daTe ?" he echoed "Madness may come-in the good
uncomprehendingly. time of those who may wish it. My
"I must tell you something else. It mind will die. And things will 'feed
is that my stepfather and Larue-his upon it, as buzzards would feed tJP.OD
son-are still .here." my dead body."
"What do you mean? They were
killed," Lanark protested. "I saw
them fall. I myself examined their
HERfcitthinhissmile 'faded away. I:anarlt
throat growing as dry as
bodies." lime, and cleared it noisily. Silence was
"They were killed, yes. But they are sti"ll dense around them. He asked her,
here, perhaps within earshot." quite formally, what she found to do.
It was his tum to gaze searchingly "My stepfather had many ~
into her eyes. He looked for madness, most of them old," was her answer. "At
but he found none. She was apparently night I light one lamp-I must husband
sane and truthful. my oil-and sit well wi·thin its circle of
"I do not see them," she was saying, light. Nothing ever comes into that
"or, at most, I see only their sliding circle. And I read books. Every night
shadows in the evening. But I know of I read also a chapter from a Bible that
them, just around a comer or behind a belonged to my old aunty. When I
chair. Have you never known and rec· sleep, I hold that Bible against mY,
ognized someone just behind you, be- heart."
fore you looked? Sometimes they sneer He rose nervously, and she rose with
or smile. Have you," she asked, "ever him. "Must you go so soon?" she
felt someone smiling at you, even asked, like a courteous hostess.
though you could not see him?" Lanark bit his mustaclie. "Enid
Lanark knc:w what she meant. "But Mandifer, come out of here with me."
stop and ·think,'' he urged, trying to "I can't."·
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"You can. You shall. My horse touched and drew out two hardtacks--
will carry both of us." they were plentiful and cheap, so re-
She shook her head, and the smile cently was the war finished and the
was back, sad and tender this time. army demobilized-and a bit of raw
"Perhaps you cannot understand, and I bacon. He sandwiched the streaky
know that I cannot tell you. But if I smoked flesh between the big square
stay· here, the evil stays here with me. crackers and ate without dismounting.
If I go, it will follow and infect the Often, he considered, he had been con-
world. Go away afone." tent with worse fare. Then his thoughts
She meant it, and he did not know went to the place he had quitted, the girl
what to say or do. he had left there. Finally he skimmed
"I shall go," he agreed finally, with the horizon with his eye.
an air of bafflement, "but I shall be To north and east he saw the spire
back." of Fearful Rock, like a dark threaten-
Suddenly he kissed her. Then he ing finger lifted against him. The chal-
turned and limped rapidly away, raging lenge of it was too much to ignore.
at the feeling of defeat that had him by He turned his horse off the road and
the back of the neck. Then, as he headed in that direction. It was a
reached his ·horse he found himself glad longer journey than he had thought,
to be leaving the spot, even though Enid perhaps because he had to ride slowly
Mandifer remained behind, alone. He through some dark swamp-ground with
cursed with a vehemence that made the a smell of rotten grass about it. When
roan flinch, untied the halter and he came near enough, he slanted his
mounted. Away he rode, to the magni- course to the east, and so came to the
fied clatter of hoofs. He looked back, point from which he first approached
not once but several times. Each time t:he rock and the house that had then
he saw Enid Mandif er, smaller and stood in its shadow.
smaller, standing beside the bench un- A crow flapped overhead, cawing
der the naked tree. She was gazing, lonesomely. Lanark's horse seemed
not along the road after him, but at the to falter in its stride, as though it had
spot where he had mounted his horse. seen a snake on the path, and he had to
It was as though he had vanished from spur it along toward its destination. He
her sight at that }5oint. could make out the inequaHties of the
Lanark damned himself as one who rock, as clearly as though they had been
retreated before an enemy, but he felt sketched in with a pen, and the new
that it was not as simple as that. Help- spring greenery of the brush and trees
lessness, not fear, had routed him. He ir.. the gulley beyond to the westward;
was leaving Enid Mandifer, but again but the tumbledown ruins of the house
he promised .in his heart to return. were somehow blurred, as though a
Somewhere along the weed-teemed gray mist or cloud hung there.
road, the silence fell from him like a Lanark wished that his old command
heavy garment slipping away, and the rode with him, at least that he had
world hummed and sighed again. coaxed Jager along; but he was close
• After some time he drew rein and to the spot now, and would go in, how-
fumbled in his saddlebag. He had lied ever uneasily, for a closer look.
tc Jager about his late breakfast, and The roan stopped suddenly, and Lan.
now he was grown hungry. His fingers ark's spur made it sidle without advanc-
FBARF'Ut ROCK ... 93
ing. He scolded it in an undertone, slid membered ordering a grave dug there,
out of the saddle and threaded his left a grave for twelve men. Well, it seemed
arm through the reins. Pulling the to be open now, OT partially open.
beast along, he limped towaTd the spot He plodded toward it, reached it and
where the house had once stood. gazed down in the fading light. He
The sun seemed to be going down. judged that the dead of his own com-
mand still lay where their comrades had
8. The Grapple by the Grave put them, in a dose row of six toward
the ea'St. It was the westward end of
LANARK stumped for a furlong or the trench that had been dug up, the
more, to the yard of the old house, place where the guerrillas.had been laid.
and t!he horse followed unwmingly-so Perhaps the burial had been spied upon,
unwillingly rhat had there been a tree and the Southerners had returned to re.
or a stump at hand, Lanark would have cover their fallen frieRds.
tethered and left it. When he paused Yet there was ~omething below there,
at last, under the lee of rhe great nat- something pallid and flabby-looking.
ural obeJisk that was Fearful Rock, the Lanark had come to make sure of
twilight was upon him. Yet he could things, and he stooped, then climbed
see pretty plainly the collapsed, black- down, favOTing his old wound. It was
ened ruins of the dwelling that four darker in the ditch than above; yet he
years gone had burned before his eyes judged by the looseness of earth under
in devil-blue flame. his feet that in one spot, at least, there
He came close to the brink of the had been fresh digging-or, perhaps, ·
foundation•hollow, and gazed narrowly some other person walking and examin-
into it. Part of the chimney still stood, ing. And fu.e pallid patch was in real.
broken off at about a level with the sur- ity two pallid patches, like discarded
face of the ground, the rubbish that had cloaks or jackets. Still holding the end
been its upper part lying in jagged of h~s horse's bridle, he put down his
heaps about its base. Chill seemed to free hand to investigate.
rise from that littered depression, some- Human hair tickled his fingers, and
thing like the chill he had guessed at he snatched them back with an exclama-
rather than felt when he had faced tion. Then he dug in his pocket,
Enid Mandifer upon her porch. The brought out a match, and snapped it
chill came slowly, almost stealthily, aglow on the edge of his thumbnail.
about his legs and thighs, creeping He gazed downward for a full sec.
snake-like under his clothing to tingle ond before he dropped the light. It
the skin upon his belly. He shuddered went out before it touched the bottom
despite himself, and die roan nuzzled . of the hole. But Lanark had seen
his shoulder in sympathy. Lanark lifted enough.
a hand and stroked the beast's cheek, Two human skins lay there-white,
then moved back from where the house empty human skins. The legs o·f them
had stood. sprawled like discarded court stockings,
He gazed westward, in tlie direction the hands of them like forgotten gaunt-
o"f the gulley. There, midway between lets. And tousled hair covered the col-
the foWidation-hollow and the natural lapsed ·heads of them..••
one, was a much smaller opening in the He felt light-headed and sick. Fran-
earth, a pit 'filled with shadow. He re- tically he struggled up out of that grave,
94 WEIRD TALES
and barely had he come to his knees on two arms extended. The veteran tried
the ground above, when his horse to dodge again, this time sidewise, but
snorted and jerked its bridle free from his lameness made him slow. Hands
his grasp. Lanark sprang up, tingling reached and fastened upon him, one
all over. Across the trench, black and clutching his th•igh, t!he other clawing
broad, stood a human-or semi-human at the left-hand pocket of his coat.
-figure. But in the moment of capture, the
Lanark felt a certain draining cold foul-smelling thing seeiv.ed to shudder
at cheek and brow. Yet his voice was and snatch itself away, as though the
steady as he spoke, challengingly: touch of Lanark had burned it. A moan ·
"What do you want?" came from somewhere in its direction.
The creature opposite stooped, then The crouched body straightened, the .
bent its thick legs. It was going to jump arms lifted in cringing protection of the
across the ditch. Lanark took a quick face. Lanark, mystified but desperately
backward step toward his horse-an glad, himself advanced to the attack.
old Colt's revolver was tucked into his As he came close he threw his weight.
right saddlebag. It bowled the other backward and over,
But the sudden move on his part was and he fell hard upon it. ~is own
too much for the jangled nerves of the hands, sinewy and sure, groped quickly
beast. It whickered, squealed, and upon dank, sticky-seeming garments,
jerked around. A moment later it bolted found a rumpled collar and then a
away toward the east. throat.
At the same time, the form on the That throat appeared to be muddy,
other side of the open grave lunged for- or at any rate slippery and foul. With
ward, cleared the space, and came at an effort Lanark sank his fingertips into
Lanark. it, tihrottling grimly and with honest in-
But it was attacking one who had tention to kill. There was no resistance,
been in close fights before, and emerged only a quivering of the body under his
the victor. Lanark, though partially knee. The arms that screened the face
a cripple, had lost nothing of a cav- fell quivering away to either side. At
alryman's toughness and resolution. that moment a bright moon shimmered
He sprang backward, let his assail- from behind a passing veil of cloud.
ant's charge slow before it reached Lanark gazed down into the face of his
him, then lashed out with his left fist. enemy.
His gloved knuckles touched soft flesh A puffy, livid, filth-clotted face-but
at what seemed to be the side of the he knew it. Those spiked mustaches,
face, flesh that gave under them. Lan- those bulging eyes, the shape, contour
ark brought over his right, missed witli and complex.ion. • • •
it, and fell violently against the body of "You're one of Quantrill's--" ac-
the other. For a moment he smelled cused Lanark between clenched teeth.
corruption, and then found his feet and Then his voice blocked itself, and his
retreated again. hands jerked away from their strangle
hold. His mouth gaped open.
"I killed you once!" he cried.
Tinglyblack
HE shape 'drew itself stoop·
down, as though to muster and Between him and the body he ha<t 1
concentrate its volume of vigor. It pinned down there drifted a wild whirl
launched itself at Lanark's legs, with of vision. He saw again the fight in
FEARFUL ROCK
the blue fireglow, the assailant who so suddenly. He put his hand in the
spurred against him, the flash of his pocket.
own revolver, the limp collapse of the He touched a little hook there, and
other. He saw, too, the burial next drew it for~h.
morning-blue-coated troopers shovel- It was Jager's Long Lost Friend.
ing loam down upon a silent row of fig- A good hour later, Lanark rode into
ures; and, ere dods hid it, a face peep- the yard of his ex-sergeant. The moon
1
ing through a disarranged blanket, a was high, and Jager was sitting upon
face with staring eyes and mustaches the front stoop.
like twin knife-points. Silently the owner of the little house
Then his eyes were clear again, and rose, took Lanark's bridle rein and held
he was on his feet and running. His the horse while Lanark dismounted.
stiff leg gave him pain, but he slackened Then he led the beast around to the
speed no whit. Once he looked hack. rear yard, where the.little shed stood.
A strange blueness, like a dim reflection In front of this he helped Lanark un-
of the fire long ago, hung around the bridle and unsaddle the roan.
base of Fearful Rock. In the midst of A Negro hoy appeared, diffident in
it, he saw· not one hut several figures. his mute offer of help, and Jager di-
They were not moving-not walking, rected him to rub the beast down with
anyway-but he could swear that they a wisp of hay before giving it water or
gazed after him. grain. Then he led Lanark to the front
Something tripped him, a root or a of the house.
fallen branch. He rose, neither quickly Jager spoke at the threshold: u1
nor confiden~ly, aching in all his limbs. thank God you are come hack safely."
The moon had come up, he took time
to realize. Then he suddenly turned
9. Debate and Decision
dizzy and faint all over, as never in any
battle he had seen, not even Pea Ridge
and Westport; for something bulky and J good a Negro
AGER's servant was quite
cook as promised. Lanark,
as
dark was moving toward and against eating chicken stew and biscuits, re-
him. flected that only twice before had he
Then it whinnied softly, and his been so ravenous-upon receiving the
heart stole down from his throat-it news of Lee's surrender at Appomatox,
was his runaway horse. and after the funeral of his mother.
Lanark was fain to stand for long When he had finished, he drew forth a
seconds, with his arm across the saddle, cheroot. His hand shook as he lighted
before he mounted. Then he turned it. Jager gave him one of the old looks
the animal's ·head southward and shook of respectful disapproval, hut did not
the bridle to make it walk. At last he comment. Instead he led Lanark to the
was able to examine himself for injuries. most comfortable chair in the parlor
Though winded, he was not bruised and seated himself upon the keg. Then
or hurt, hut he was covered with earth he said: "Tell me."
and mold, and his side pocket had been Lanark told him, rather less coher-
almost ripped from his coat. That had ently than here set down, the adventures
happened when the-the creature yon- of the evening. Again and again he
der had tried to grapple him. He won- groped in his mind for explanations, hut
dered how it had been forced to retreat not once found any to offer.
96 WEIRD TALES
"It i5 fit for the devil," pronounced Jager frowned, hut pursued his lec-
Jager when his old commander had fin- ture. "This very book, this Long Lost
ished. "Did I not say that you should Friend, saved you from the demon's
have stayed away from that woman? clutch," he said. "It is a notable talis-
You're well out of the business." man and shield. But with the shield one
"I'm well into it, you mean," Lanark must have a sword, with which to attack
fairly snapped back. "What can you in turn."
think of me, Jager, when you suggest "All right," challenged Lanark.
that I might let things stand as they "Where is your sword?"
are?" "It is a product of a mighty pen,"
The frontier preacher massaged his Jager informed him sententiously. He
shaggy jowl with thoughtful knuckles. turned in his seat and drew from a box
"You have been a man of war and an against the wall a book. Like the Long
officer of death," be said heaviily. "God Lost Friend, it was bound in paper, but
taught your hands to fight. Yet your of a cream color. Its title stood forth ·
enemies are not those who perish by the in bold black letters:
sword." He held out his hand. "You
THE SECRETS
say you still have the book I lent you?" OF
From his torn pocket Lanark drew ALBERTUS MAGNUS
Hohman's Long Losl Friend. Jager
took it and stared at the cover. "The "A translation from the German and
marks of fingers," 'he muttered, in the Latin," explained Jager. "Printed,
something like awe. He examined the I think, in New York. This book is full
smudges closely, putting on his specta- of wisdom, although I wonder if it is
cles to do so, then lifted the book to his evil, unlawful wisdom."
nose. His nostrils wrinkled, as if in "I don't care if it is." Lanark almost
distaste, and he passed the thing back. snatched the book. "Any weapon must
"Smell it," he directed. be used. And I doubt if Albertus Mag-
Lanark did so. About the slimy- nus was evil. Wasn't he a churchman,
looking prints on the cover hung a and didn't he teach Saint Thomas
sickening odor of decayed flesh. Aquinas?" He leafed cltrough the be-
"The demon that attacked you, that ginning of the book. "Here's a charm,
touched this book, •died long ago," went Jager, to be spoken in the name of God.
on Jager. "You know as much-you That doesn't sound unholy."
killed him with your own hand. Yet he "Satan can recite scripture to his own
fights you this very night." ends," misquoted Jager. "I don't re-
"Maybe you have a suggestion," member who said that, but--"
Lanark flung out, impatient at the as- "Shakespeare said it, or something
sured and almost snobbish air of mys- very like it," Lanark informed him.
tery that colored the manner of his old "Look here, Jager, farther on. Here's
comrade in arms. "If this is a piece of a spell against witchcraft and evil
hell broke loose, perhaps you did the spirits."
breaking. Remember that image-- "I have counted at least thirty such
that idol-thing with horns-that you in that book," responded the other.
smashed in the cellar? You probably "Are you coming to believe in them,
freed all the evil upon the world when sir?"
you did ::hat." Lanark looked up from the page.
FEARFUL ROCK 97
His 'face was earnest and, m a way, man reading Scripture, and Lanark ·felt
humble. moved despite himself. Jager closed
"I'm constrained to believe in many the book gently and kept it in his hand.
unbelievable things. If my experience "Albertus Magnus has many such
tonight truly befell me, then I must he· charms and assurances," he volun-
lieve in charms of safety. Supernatural teered. "In this small book, less than
evil like that must have its contrary two hundred pages, I find a score and
supernatural good." more of ways for punishing and thwart-
Jager pushed his spectacles up on his ing evil spirits, or those who summon
'forehead and smiled in his beard. "I evil spirits." He shook his head, as if
have heard i:t told," he said, "that in sudden wrath, and turned up his
charms and spells work only when one spectacled eyes. "O Lord!" he mut-
believes in them." tered. "How long must devils plague
"You sound confident of that, at us for our sins?"
least," Lanark smiled back. "Ma}'i>e Growing calmer o~ce more, he read
you will help me, after all." again from the book of Albertus Mag-
"May.be I will." nus. There was a recipe for invisibility,
The two gazed into each other's eyes, which involved the making of a thumb-
and then their hands came out, at the stall from the ear of a black cat boiled
same moment. Lanark' s lean fingers in the milk of a black cow; an invoca-
crushed Jager's coarser ones. tion to "Bedgoblin and all ye evil spir-
"Let's be gone," urged Lanark at its"; several strange rituals, similar to
once, but the preacher shook his head those Lanark remembered from the
emphatically. Long Lost Friend, to render one im-
"Slowly, slowly," he temporized. mune to wounds received in battle; and
"Cool your spirit, and take council. He a rime to speak while cutting and pre-
that ruleth his temper is greater than paring a forked stick of hazel to use
he that taketh a city." Once more he in hunting for water or treasure. As a
put out his hand for the cream-colored boy, Lanark had once seen water
volume of Albertus Magnus, and began "witched," and now he wondered if the
to search through it. rod-bearer had gained his knowledge
"Do you think to comfort me from from Albertus Magnus.
that book?" asked Lanark. " 'Take an earthen pot, not glazed,' ,,
"It has more tthan comfort," Jager Jager was reading on, " 'and yarn spun
assured him. "It has guidance." He by a girl not seven years old'-"
found what he was looking for, pulled .
down his spectacles again, and read HE BROKE off abruptly, with a little
aloud: inarticulate gasp. . The book
" 'Two wicked eyes have overshad- slammed ~hut between his hands. His
owed me, but three other eyes are over- eyes were bright and hot, and his face
shadowing me-the one of God the pale to the roots of his beard. When·
Father, the second of God the Son, the he spoke, it was in a hoarse whisper:
third of God the Holy Spirit; they "That was a spell to control witches,
watch my ·body and soul, my blood and in the name of Lucife.r, king of hell.
bone; I shall be protected in the name Didn't I say that mis hook was evil?"
of God.'" "You must forget that," Lanark
His voice was that of a pra}'.erful counseled him soberlf.. "I will admJt
98 WEIRD TALES
that the book might cause sorrow and "You'll give me a place to sleep for
wickedness, if it were in wicked hands; l'he night?" he suggested.
but I do not think that you are anything "Yes. I have only pallets, but you
but a good man." and I have slept on harder couches be-
"Thank you," said Jager simply. He fore this."
rose and went to his table, then re- Within half an hour both men were
turned with an iron inkpot and a stump sound asleep.
of a pen. "Let me have your right
hand."
Lanark held out his palm, as though 10. Enid Mandi/er A.gain
to a fortune-teller. ·Upon the skin
Jager traced slowly, in heavy capital
THE silence was not so deadly the fol-
lowing noon as Lanark and Jager
letter~, a square of five words: dismounted at the hitching-rack in front
of Enid Mandifer's; perhaps this was
SAT OR because there were two horses to stamp
ARE PO
TENET and snort, two bridles to jingle, two
OPERA saddd.es to creak, two pairs of boots to
ROTAS spurn the pathway toward the door.
Enid Mandifer, wit!h a home-sewn
Under this, very boldly, three sunbonnet of calico upon her head,
crosses: came around the side of the house just
x x x as the two men were about to step upon
the porch. She called out to them,
"A charm," the preacher told Lan- anxiously polite, and stood with one
ark. as he labored with the pen. "These hand clutched upon her wide skirt of
mystic words and the crosses will de- brown alpaca.
fend you in your slumber, from all "Mr. Lanark," she ventured, "I
wicked spirits. So says Albertus Mag- hoped that you would come again. I
nus, and Hohman as well." have something to show you."
"What do they mean?" It was Jager who spoke in reply:
"I do not know that." Jager blew "Miss Mandifer, perhaps you may re-
hotly upon Lanark's palm to dry the member me. I'm Parson Jager, I live
ink. "Will you• now write the same sout:h of here. Look." He held out
thing for me, in my right hand?" something-the Long Lost Friend
"If you wish." Lanark, in turn, book. "Did you ever see anything of
dipped in the inkpot and and began to this sort?"
copy t!hc diagram. "Opera is a word I She took it without hesitation, gaz-
know," he observed, "and tenet is an- ing interestedly at the cover. ~anark
other. Sator may be some form of the saw her soft pink lips move, silently
old pagan word, satyr-a kind of framing the odd words of the title.
horned human monster--" Tihen she opened it and studied the first
He finiS'hed the work in silence. page. After a moment she turned sev-
Then he lighted anot'her cigar. His eral leaves, and a little frown of per-
hand was as steady as a gun-rest this plexity touched her bonnet-shaded
time, and the matcth did not even flicker brow. "'Dhese are receipts-recipes-
in his fingertips. He felt somehow of some kind," she said slowly. "Why
stronger, better, more confident. do you show them to me, Mr. Jager?"
FEARFUL ROCK 99
The ex-sergeant had been watching ing," whispered Enid, her head close
her closely, his :hands upon his heavy to Lanark's shoulder.
hips, his beard thrust forward and his He read on : " 'The rewards of Good
head tilted back. He put ·forth his are unproven; but the revenges of Evil
hand and received back the Long Lost are great, and manifest on all sides.
Friend. Fear will always vanquish love.'"
"Excuse me, Miss Mandifer, if I He grinned slightly, harshly. Jager
have suspected you unjustly," he said, remembered having seen that grin in
handsomely if cryptically. Then he the old army days, before a battle.
glanced sidewise at Lanark, as though "I think we're being warned," Lan-
to refresh a memory that needed no ark said to his old sergeant. "It's a
refreshing----a memory of a living-dead challenge, meant to frighten us. But
horror that had recoiled at very tooch challenges have always drawn me."
of the little volume.
Enid Mandifer was speaking once
'.
"I can't believe " said Enid "that
'
fear will vanquish love." She blushed
more: "Mr. Lanark, I had a dreadful suddenly and rosily, as if embarrassed
night after you left. Dreams . . . or by 1her own words. "That is probably
maybe not dreams. I felt things come beside the point," she resumed. "What
and stand by my bed. This morning, I began to say was that the sight of my
on a bit of paper that lay on the stepfather's writing-why is it reversed
floor--" like that?- the sight, anyway, has
From a pocket in the folds of her brought things back into my mind."
skirt, slhe produced a white scrap. Lan- "W1h at things?" Jager demanded
ark accepted it from her. Jager came eagerly. "Come into the house, Miss
close to look. . Mandifer, and tell us."
"Writing," growled Jager. "In "Oh, not into the house," she de-
what language ·is that?" murred at once. "It's dark in there-
"It's English,'' pronounced Lanark, damp and cold. Let's go out here, to the
"but set down 'backward:-from right seat under the tree."
to left, as Leonardo da Vinci wrote." She condocted them to the bench
The young woman nodded eagerly at · whither Lanark had accompanied her
this, as though to say that she had al- the day before.
ready seen as muoh. "Now," Jager prompted her, and
"Have you a mirror?" Jager asked she began:
her, then came to a simpler solution. "I remember of hearing him, when I
He took the paper and theld it up to was a child, as he talked to 'his son
the light, written side away from him. Larue and they thought I did not listen
"Now it shows through," he an- or did not comprehend. He told of
nounced. "Will one of you try to these very things, these views he has
read? I haven't my glasses with me." written. He said, as if teaching Larue,
Lanark squinted and made shift to 'Fear is stronger than love; where love
read: can but plead, fear can command.'"
"'Any man may look lightly into "A devil's doctrine!" grunted Jager,
heaven, to the highest star; but who and Lanark nodded agreement.
dares require of the bowels of Earth "He said more," went on Enid. "He
their abysmal secrets?'" spoke of 'Those Below,' and of how
"That is my stepfatiher's handwrit- they 'rule bY. fear, and therefore arc:
100 WEIRD J"ALES
stronger than Those on High, who rule late and fortune; that he would live
by weak love.' " and prosper until the secret writing
"Blasphemy," commented Jager, in within it should be taken forth and de-'
his beard. stroyed."
"Those statements fit what I remem- "I . remember where that box is,"
ber of his talk," Lanark put in. "He Lanark said breathlessly to Jager. "In
spoke, just before we fought the guer- the old oven, at--"
rillas, of some great evil to come from "We could not open it, either," in-
flouting Those Below." terrupted the preacher. ·
"I remember," nodded Jager. "Go "He spoke of ~hat, too," Enid told
on, young woman." them. "It would never open, he tol9
"'f.hen there was the box." Larue, save in the 'place of the Name-
"The box?" repeated both men less One'-that must be where the
quickly. house burned-and at midnight under
"Yes. It was a small case, of dark a full moon."
gray metal, or stone-or something. "A full moon I" exclaimed Lanark.
This, too, was when I was little. He "There is a full moon tonight," said
offered it to Larue, and laughed when Jager. ·
Larue could not open it."
Jager and Lanark darted looks at The dread power that inhabited the metal box
each other. They were remembering will be revealed in the fascinating chapters that
such a box. bring this story to a conclusion in next month's
WEIRD TALES. To make sure of getting your copy,
"My stepfather then took it back/' we suggest that you reserve it at your magazine
Enid related, "and said that it held his dealer's now•
'Desert Dawn
By ROBERT E. HOWARD
Ten paces away, between two trunks, Kane Lanark mentioned Jager fre-
something shone in the shadows- quently -and with admiration in the ree
shone darkly, like tar, though the fil- markable pen-and-ink memoir on which
tered moon-rays did not touch it. He the present narrative is based.
saw nothing of the shape, save that it How he approached Fearful RocIC,
moved and lived-and watched. and what-he encountered there, he him-
He drew his revolver and fired, self often described yerballY. to such of
FEARFUL ROCK 113
his friends as pretended that they be· tions, for they sat in a depression of
lieved him. the earth. Yet there seemed to be a
The moonlight showed him a stunted clinging blue light at about that point,
tree, with one gnarled root looping up a feeble but undeniable blue. Mentallv
out of the earth, and to that root he he compared it to deep, still wate;,
tethered his animal. Then, like La· then to the poorest of skimmed milk.
nark, he threw off his coat, strapping it Jager remembered the flames that once
to the cantle of his saddle, and unfast- had burned there, blue as amethyst. ·
ened his "hickory" blue shirt at the But the blue light was not solid,. and
throat. From a saddle-bag he drew a it had no heat. Within it, dimmed as
trusty-looking revolver, its barrel though by mist, stood and moved-
sawed off. Turning its butt toward the figures. They were human, at least
moon, he spun the cylinder to make they were upright; and they stood in a
sure that it was loaded. Then he row, like soldiers, all but two. That
thrust it into his belt without benefit of pair was dark-seeming, and one was
holster, and started on foot toward the grossly thick, the other thin as an ex-
rock and its remains of a house. clamation point. The line moved, bent,
Approaching, he sought by instinct formed a weaving c;ircle which spread
the cover of trees and bush-clumps, as its units opened their order. Jager
moving smoothly and noiselessly; Jager had never seen such a maneuver in four
had been noted during his service in the years of army service.
Army of the Frontier for his ability to Now the circle was moving, rolling
scout at night, an ability which he cred- around; the figures were tramping
ited to- the fact that he had been born counter--clockwise-"wi thershins 11 was
in the darkest hours. He made almost the old-fashioned word for that kind
as good progress as though he had been of motion, as Jager remembered from
moving in broad daylight. At eleven his boyhood in Pennsylvania. The two
o'clock sharp, as he guessed-like many darker figures, the ones that had stood
men who never carry watches, he had separate, were nowhere to be seen; per-
become good at judging the time-he haps they were inclosed in the center of
was within two hundred yards ' of· the the turning circle, the moving shapes of
rock itself, and cover had run out. which numbered six. There had been
There he paused, chin-deep in a clump six of Quantrill's guerrillas that died in
of early weeds. almost that spot.
Lanark and the girl, as he surmised, The ground was bare except for
must be well into the gulley by this spring grass, but Jager made shift to
time. He, Jager, smiled as he remem· crawl forward on hands and knees, his
bered with what alacrity Lanark had eyes fixed on the group ahead, his beard
accepted the assignment of bodyguard bristling nervously upon his set chin.
to Enid Mandifer: Those two young He crept ten yards, twenty yards, forty.
people acted as if they were on the Some high stalks of grass, killed but
brink of falling in love, and no mis. not leveled by winter, afforded him a
take ...• bit of cover, and he paused again, tak-
His eyes' were making out details of ing care not to rustle the dry stems.
the scene ahead. Was even the full He could see the maneuvering crea-
moon so bright as all this? He could tures more plainly.
not see very clearly the ruined founda- They were men, all right, standing
114 WEIRD TALES
each upon two legs, waving each two From that pit rose the diluted blue
arms. No, one of them had only an radiance that seemed to involve this
arm and a stump. Had not one of quarter. Staring thus closely, Jager
Quantrill's men-yes I It came to the found the light similar to that given
back of Jager's mind that Lanark him- off by rotten wood, or fungi, or certain
self had cut away an enemy's pistol brands of lucifer matches. It was like
hand with a stroke of his saber. Again an echo of light, he pondered rather
he reflected _that there had been six absently, and almost grinned at his
dead guerrillas, and that six were the own malapropism. But he was not here
forms treading so stra·nge a measure to make jokes with himself.
yonder. He began to crawl forward He listened, peered about, then he·
again: Sweat made a slow, cold trickle gan moving cautiously along the lip of
along his spine. the foundation hole. Another shot he
But the two that had stood separate heard, and a loud, defiant yell that
from the six were not to he seen any- sounded like Lanark; then an answer·
where, inside the circle or out. And ing burst of laughter, throaty and
Jager began to fancy that his first far muffled, that seemed to come from sev-
glimpse had shown him something eral mouths at once. Jager felt a new
strange about that pair of dark forms, and fiercer chill. He, an earnest Prot-
something inhuman or sub-human. estant from birth, signed himself with
Then a shot rang out, clear and the cross-signed himself with the
sharp. It came from beyond the circle right hand that clutched his revolver.
of creatures and the blue-misted ruins. Yet there was no doubt as to whicn
A second shot followed it. way lay his duty. He skirted the open
foundation of the ruined house, moved
J the moonlight,
AGERalmost rose into plain view in
but fell flat a mo•
eastward over the trampled earth
where the six things had formed their
. ment later. Indeed, he might well open-order circle. Like Lanark, he saw
have been seen by those he spied upon 1 the opened grave-trench. He paused
had they not all turned in the direction and gazed down.
whence the shots· had sounded. Jager Two sack-like blotches of pallor lay,
heard voices, a murmur of them with there-Lanark had described them cor~
nothing that sounded like articulate rectly: they were empty human skins.
words. He made hold to rise on his Jager paused. There was no sound
hands for a closer look. The six fig- from ahead; he peered and saw the
ures were moving eastward, as though ravine to eastward, filled with trees and
to investigate. gloom. He hesitated at plunging in,.
Jager lifted himself to hands and the place was so ideal an ambush. Even
knees, then rose to a crouch. He ran as he paused, his toes at the brink of
forward, drawing his gun as he did so. the opened grave, he heard a smashing,,
The great uneven shaft that was Fear- rustling noise. Bodies were returning
ful Rock gave him a bar of shadow into through the twigs and leafage of the
which he plunged gratefully, and a mo· ravine, returnihg swiftly.
ment later he was at the edge of the Had they met LanarK and van•
ruin-filled foundation hole, perhaps at quished him? Had they spied or sensed
the same point where Lanark had Jager in their rear?
stood the night before. He was beside the grave, and since
FEARFUt ROCK lU
the first year of the war he had known '13. Lanark
what to do, with enemy approaching
and a deep hole at hand. He dived in,
head first like a chipmunk into its bur- T moncombination
HE of pluck and com-
sense is something of a rarity,
row, and landed on the bottom on all and men who possess that combination
fours. are apt to go far. Kane Lanark was
His first act was to shake his re- such a man, and though he charged un-
volver, lest sand had stopped the muz- hesitatingly across the little strip of
zle. water and at the unknown thing in the
A charm from the Long Lost Friend trees, he was not outrunning his discre-
book whispered itself through his tion.
brain, a marksman's charm to bring He had seen men die in his time,
accuracy with the gun. He repeated many of them in abject flight, with bul-
it, half audibly, without knowing what lets overtaking them in the spine or the
the words might mean: hack of the head. It was nothing pleas-
"Ut nemo in sense tentant, descendre ant to watch, but it crystallized within
nem.o; at precedenti spectatur mantica his mind the realization that dread of
tergo." death is no armor against danger, and
At that instant his eyes fell upon the that an enemy attacked is far less for-
nearest of the two pallid, empty skins, midable than an enemy attacking. That
which lay full in the moonlight. He brace of maxims comforted him and
forgot everything else. For he knew bore him .up in more tight places than
that collapsed face, even without the one.
sharp stiletto-like bone of the nose to And General Blunt of the Army.
jut forth in its center. He knew that of the Frontier, an officer who was all
narrowness through the jowls and that his name implies and who was
temples, that height of brow, that hair never given to overstatement, once so
white as thistledown. unbent as tQ say in official writing that
Persil Mandifer's skull had been in- Captain Kane Lanark was an ornament
side. It must have beert there, and liv- to any combat force.
ing, recently. Jager's left hand crept And so his rush was nothing fran-
out, and drew quickly back as though it tic. All that faltered was his lame leg.
had touched a snake. The texture of He meant to destroy the thing that had
the skin was soft, clammy, moist .•• showed itself, but fully as definitely he
fre sh.I meant not to be destroyed by it. As he
And the other pallidity like a great ran, he flung his revolver across to his
- empty bladder-that could have fitted left hand and dragged free the saber
no other body than the gross one of that danced at his side.
Larue Mandifer. But the creature he wanted to meet
Thus, Jager realized, had Lanarli did not bide his coming. He heard an-
entered the grave on the night before, other crash and rattle-·it had backed
and found these same two skins. Look- into some shrubs or bushes farther in
ing up, Lan~rk had found a horrid among the trees. He paused under the
enemy waiting to grapple him. branches of the first belt of timber,
Jager, too, looked up. well aware that he was probably a fair
A towering silhouette shut out half mark for a bullet. Yet he did not ex-
the starry _sky overhead. eect a gun in the hands of whatever
116 WEIRD TALES
lu1•ked ahead; he was not sure at all through their branches. He recognized
that it even had hands. the man with the great beard-he did
Of a sudden he felt, rather than saw, not need to see that one arm was hewed ·
motion upon his left flank. He pivoted away halfway between wrist and elbow.
upon the heel of his sound right foot Another face was equally familiar, with
and, lifting the saber, spat profession- its sharp mustaches and wide eyes; he
ally between hilt and palm. He meant had stared into it no longer ago than
· killing, did Lanark, but nothing pre- last night.
sented itself. A chuckle drifted to him, The six guerrillas stirred into mo-
a contemptuous burble of sound; he tion again, approaching and closing in.
thought of· what Enid had said about Lanark had them before him in a semi-
divining her stepfather's mockery. circle.
Again the chuckle, dying away toward "Stand I" he said again, and when
the left. . they did not he fired, full for the center
But up ahead came more noise of of that black beard in the forefront.
motion, and this was identifiable as feet 'The body of the guerrilla started and
-heavy, measured tramping of feet. staggered-no more. It had been hit,
New and stupid recruits walked like but it was not going to fall. Lanark
that, in their first drills. So did tired knew a sudden damp closeness about
soldiers on the march. And the feet him, as . though he stood in a small
were coming his way. room full of sweaty garments. The
Lanark's first reaction to this reali- six figures were converging, like beasts
zation was of relief. Marching men, seeking a common trough or manger.
even enemies, would be welcome be- He did not shoot again. The man
cause he knew how to deal with them. he had shot was not bleeding. Six pairs
Then he thought of Enid behind him,. of eyes fixed themselves upon him, with
probably in retreat out of the gully. a steadiness that was more than un-
He must give her time to get away. He winking. He wondered, inconsequen-
moved westward, toward the approach- tially, if those eyes had lids ..•. Now
ing party, but with caution and silence. they were within reach.
The moonlight came patchily down He fell quickly on guard with his
through the lattice-like mass of saber, whirling it to left and then to
branches and twigs, and again Lanark right, the old moulinets he had learned
saw motion. This time it was directly in the fencing-room at the Virginia
ahead. He counted five, then six figures, Military Institute. Again the half.
quite human. The moonlight, when dozen approachers came to an abrupt
they moved in it, gave him glimpses of stop, one or two flinching back from the
butternut shirts, white faces. One had twinkling tongue of steel. Lanark ex-
a great waterfall of beard. tended his arm, made a wider hori-
Lanark drew a deep breath. zontal sweep with his point, and the
"Stand!" he shouted, and with his left space before him widened. The two
hand leveled his pistol. forms at the horns of the semi-circle
They stood, but only for a moment. began to slip forward and outward, as
Each figure's attitude shifted ever so though to pass him and take him in the
slightly as Lanark moved a pace for- rear.
ward. The trees were sparse around "That won't do," Lanark said aloud,
him, and the moon shone stronger and hopped quicklY. forward, then
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lunged at the blackbeard. His point met for the first time, soft snickering
flesh, or at least a soft substance. . No .voices, that spoke no words but seemed
bones impeded it. A moment later his to be sneering at him for the entertain-
basket-hilt thudded against the butter- ment of- one another. The work was
nut shirt front, the figure reeled back- too close to thrust; he hacked and
ward from the force of the blow. With hewed, and struck with the curved
a practised wrench, Lanark cleared his guard as with brass knuckles. And they
weapon, cutting fiercely at another who fell back from him, all but one form
·was moving upon him with an unnerv- that could not see.
ing lightness. His edge came home, It tottered heavily and gropingly to-
and he drew it vigorously toward him- ward him, hunching its headless shoul-
self-a bread-slicing maneuver that ders and holding out its handless arms,
would surely lay flesh open to the bone, as though it played with him a game of
disable one assailant. But the creature blind-man's-buff. And from that horrid
only tottered and came in again, and truncated enemy Lanark fled, fled like
Lanark saw that the face he had hacked a deer for all his lameness.
almost in two was the one with bulge
eyes and spike mustaches. THEY followed, but they m.ade slow,
All he could do was side-step and stupid work of it. Lanark's sword,
then retreat-retreat eastward in the which could not kill, had wounded them
direction of Fearful Rock. The black- all. He was well ahead, coming to ris-
bearded thing was down, stumbled or ing ground, toiling upward out of the
swooning, and he sprang across it. As gully, into the open country shadowed
he did so the body writhed just beneath by Fearful Rock.
him, clutching with one hand upward. He paused there, clear of the trees,
Hooked by an ankle, Lanark fell wiped his clammy brow with the sleeve
sprawling at full length, losing his re- ot his left arm. The moon was so
volver but not his sword. He twisted bright overhead that it almost blinded
over at his left side, hacking murder- him. He became aware of a knead-
ously in the direction of his feet. As ing, clasping sensation at his right
once before, he cut away a hand and ankle, and looked down to see what
wrist and was free. He surged to his caused it.
'feet, and found the blackheard also up, A hand clung there, a hand without
thrusting its hairy, fishy-white face at arm or body. It was a pale hand that
him. With dark rage swelling his every moved and crawled, as if try·ing to
muscle, Lanark carried his right arm mount his boot-leg and get at his belly
hack across his chest, his right hand -his heart-his throat. The bright
with the hilt going over his left shoul- moon showed him the strained tendons
der. Then he struck at the hairy head of it, and the scant coarse hair upon
with all the power of arm and shoulder its wide back. ·
and, turning ·his body, thrust in its Lanark opened his lips to scream
·weight behind the blow. The head flew like any woman, but no sound came.
from the shoulders, as though it had With his other foot he scraped the
been stuck there ever so lightly. thing loose and away. Its fingers quitted
Then the others were pushing their hold grudgingly, . and under the
around and upon him. Lanark smelled sole of his boot they curled and writhed
blood, rot, damP.ness,_ filtji. He heard,_ upward, like the legs of an overturned
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crab. They fastened upon hi-s instep. her shoes. Then she moved, at onlY. a
When, with the point of his saber, fast walk, after Lanark.
he forced the thing free again, still he There was really nothing else .she
saw that it lived and groped for a hold could have done, and Lanark might
upon him. With his lip clenched blood- have known that, had he been able to
ily between his teeth, he chopped and take thought in the moments that fol-
minced at the horrid little thing, and lowed. Had she fled, she would ha vc
even then its severed fingers humped had no place to go save to the house
and inched upon the ground, like where once her stepfather had lived;
worms. and it would be n<? refuge, but a place
"It won't die," Lanark murmured of whispering horror. Too, she would
hoarsel;7, aloud; often in the past he be alone, dreadfully alone. It took no
had thought that speaking thus, when meditation on her part to settle the
one was alone, presaged insanity. "It fact that Lanark was her one hope of
won't die-not though I chop it into protection. As a matter of simple fact,
atoms until the evil is driven away." he woulq have done well to remain
Then he wondered, for the first time with her, on the defensive; but then, he
since he had left Enid, where Jager could not have foreseen what was wait-
was. He turned in the direction of the ing in the shadowed woods beyond.
rock and the ruined house, and walked She did carry something that might
wearily for perhaps twenty paces. He serve as a weapon-the hand-mirror.
was swimming in sweat,_ and blood And in a pocket of her dress lay the
throbbed in his ears. Bible, of which she had once told
Then he found himself looking into Lanark. She had rea~ much in it,
the open grave where the guerrillas had driven by terror, and I daresay it was
lain, whence they had issued to fight as much a talisman to her as was the
once more. At the bottom he saw the Long Lost Friend to Jager. Her lips
two palenesses that were empty skins. pattered a verse from it: "Deliver me
He saw something else-a dark fonn from niine enemies, 0 my God .•• for
that was trying to scramble out. Once lo, they lie in wait for my soul."
again he tightened his grip upon the hilt It was hard for her to decide what
of his saber. · she had expected -to find within the
At the same instant he knew that still rim of trees beyond the clearing. Lan-
another creature was hurrying out of ark was not in sight, but a commotion
the gulley and at him from behind. had risen some little distance ahead.
Enid moved onward, because she must.
She heard Lanark's pistol shot, and
'14. Enid then what sounded like several men
L Mandiferguess
ANARK's was wrong; Enid
had not retreated west·
struggling. She tried to peer and see,
but there was only a swirl of violent
ward up the gulley. motion, and through it the flash of
She had stared, all in a heart-stop- steel-that would be Lanark's saber.
ping chill, as Lanark made for the thing She crouched behind a wide trunk.
that terrified her. As though of them- "That is useless," said an accented
selves, her hands reached down to the voice she knew, close at her elbow.
earth, found her dress, and pulled it She spun around, stared and sprang
over her head. She thrust her feet into awaY.· It was not her steP,father that
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stood there. The form was human to flashed for a moment from its scab-
some degree-it had arms and legs, bard.
and a featureless head; but its naked- Enid Mandifer almost dropped the
ness was slimy wet and dark, and about revolver. She had become sickeningly
it clung a smell of blood. aware that the head possessed no body.
"That is useless," muttered once "There is the rest of him," spoke
more the voice of Persil Mandifer. Persil Mandifer, again behind her
"You do not hide from the power that shoulder. And she saw a heart-shak-
rules this place." ing terror, staggering and groping be-
Behind the first dark slimness came tween ·the trees, a body witliout a head
a second shape, a gross immensity, or hands.
equally black and foul and shiny. She ran again, but slowly and pain-
Larue? fully, as though this were in truth a
"You have offered yourself," said nightmare. The headless hulk seemed
Persil Mandifer, though Enid could to divine her effort at retreat, for it
see no lips move in the filthy-seeming dragged itself clumsily across, as
shadow that should have been a face. though to cut her off. It held out its
"I think you will be accepted this time. handless stumps of arms.
Of course, it cannot profit me-what "No use to shoot," came Persil
I am now, I shall be always. Perhaps Mandifer's mocking comment-he was
you, too--" 1 following swiftly. "That poor creature
Larue's voice chuckled, and Enid cannot be killed again."
ran, toward where Lanark had been
fighting. That would be more endur- QTHER shapes were approaching
able than this mad dream forced upon from au sides, shapes dressed in
her. Anything would be more endur- filthy, ragged clothes. The face of one
able. Twigs and thorns plucked at her was divided by a dark cleft, as though
skirt like spiteful fingers, but she ripped Lanark's saber had split it, but no
away from them a11d ran. She came blood showed. Another seemed to have
into another clearing, a small one. The no lower jaw; the remaining top of his
moon, striking between the boughs, face jutted forward, like the short
made here a pool of light and touched visage of a snake lifted to strike. These
up something of metal. things had eyes, turned unblinkingly
It was Lanark's revolver. Enid bent upon her; they could see and approach.
and seized it. A few feet away rested The headless torso blundered at her
something else, something rather like a again, went past ::,y inches. It recov-
strangely shaggy cabbage. As Enid ered itself and turned. It knew, some·
touched l'he gun, she saw what that how, that she was there; it was trying
fringed rondure was. A head, hut liv· to capture her. She shrank away_, star-
ing, as though its owner had been ing around for an avenue of escape.
buried to his bearded chin. "Be thankful," droned Persil Man-
"What--" she began to-ask aloud. difer from somewhere. "These are no
·It was surely living, its eyebrows more than dead men, whipped into a
arched and scowled and its gleaming mockery of life. They will prepare you
eyes moved. Its tongue crawled out a little for the wonders to come."
and licked grinning, hairy lips. She saw But Enid had commanded her shud-
its smile1 hard and brief ·as a knife dering muscles. She ran. One of the
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things caught her sleeve, but the cloth face what was now hoisting itself above
tore and she won free. She heard ground level.
sounds that could hardly be called "And be careful of me, too" said the
voices, from the mouths of such. as had object. "It's Jager, Mr. Lanark."
mouths. And Persil Mandifer laughed The point of the saber lowered. The
quietly, ·and said something in a lan- three of them were standing close to-
guage Enid had never heard before. gether on the edge of the opened grave.
· The thick voice of his son Larue an- Lanark looked down. He saw at the
swered him in the same tongue, then bottom the two areas of loose white.
called out in English: "Are those the--"
"Enid, you only run in the direction "Yes," Jager replied without waiting
.we want you to run!" for him to finish. "Two human skins .
It was true, and there was nothing They are fresh; soft and damp." Enid
that she could do about it. The entities was listening, but she was past shudder-
behind her were following, not very ing. - "One of them," continued Jager,
fast, like herdsmen leisurely driving a "was taken from Persil Mandifer. I
sheep in the way it should go. And she know his face."
knew that the sides of the gulley, to He made a scuffing kick-motion with
north and south, could never be . one boot. Clods flew into the grave,
climbed. There was only the slope falling with a dull plop, as upon wet
ahead to the eastward, up which Lan- blankets. He kicked more earth down,
ark must have gone. The thought of swiftly and savagely.
him strengthened her. If the two of "Help me," he said to the others.
them found the king-horror, the Name- "Salt should be thrown on those skins
less One, at the base of Fearful Rock, - that's what the old legends say-but
they could face it together. we have no salt. Dirt will have to do.
She was aware that she had come Don't you see?" he almost shrieked.
out of the timber of the ravine. · "Somewhere near here, two bodies are
All was moonlight here, painted by hiding, or moving about, without these
the soft pallor in grays and silvers and skins to cover them."
shadow-blacks. There was the rock Both Lanark and Enid knew they
lifted among the stars, there the stretch had seen those bodies. In a moment
of clump-dotted plain-and here, al- three pairs of feet were thrusting earth
most before her, Lanark. down into the grave.
He stood poised above a hole in the "Don't!" It was a wail from the
ground, his saber lifted above his head trees in the -ravine, a wail in the voice
as though to begin a downward sweep. of Persil Mandifer. "We must return
Something burly was climbing up out of to those skins before dawn!"
that hole. But, even as he tightened his Two black silhouettes, wetly shiny in
sinews to strike, Lanark whirled the moonlight, had come into the open.
around, and his eyes glared murder- Behind them straggled six more, the
ously at Enid. guerrillas. .
"Don't P' came the cry again, this
15. Evil's End time a comµiand. "You cannot destroy
"DoN'TI" Enid screamed. "Don't, us now. It is midnight, the hour of the
it's only I - ' ' Nameless One."
Lanark growled, and spun back to At the word "midnight" an idea
FEARFUL ROCK 121
fairly exploded itself in Lanark's brain. One, at midnight under a full moon."
He thrust his sword into the hands of With his thumbnail he pried at the
his old sergeant. lid, and it came open easily. The box
"Guard against them," he said in seemed full of darkness, and when he
the old tone of command. "That book thrust in his hands he felt something
of yours may serve as shield, and crumble, like paper burned to ashes.
Enid's Bible. I have something else That was what it was-ashes. He
to do." turned the case over, and let the flakes
He turned and ran around the edge fall out, like strange black snow.
of the grave, then toward the hole that From somewhere resounded a shriek,
was filled with the ruins of the old or chorus of shrie)cs. Then a woman
house; the hole th'at emitted a glow of weeping-that would be Enid-and a
weak blue light. cry of "God be thanked!" unmistak-
Into it he flung himself, wondering ably from Jager. The blue light died
if this diluted gleam of the old un- away all around Lanark, and his legs
earthly blaze would burn him. It did were cool. The old basement had
not; his booted legs felt warmth like fallen strangely dark. Then he was
that of a hot stove, no more. From aware of great fatigue, the trembling
above he heard the voice of Jager, of his hands, the ropy weakness of his
shouting, tensely and masterfully, a lamed leg. And he could not climb out
formula from the Long Lost Friend: again, until Jager came and put down
"Ye evil things, stand and look upon a hand. ·
me for a moment, while I charm three
drops of blood from you, which you
have forfeited. The first from your
AT front stoop
ROSYdawn the three sat on the
of Jager's cabin. Enid
teeth, the second from your lungs, the was pouring coffee from a serviceable
third from your heart's own main." old black pot.
Louder went his voice, and higher, as "We shall never know all that hap-
though he had to fight to keep down his pened and portended," said Jager, tak-
hysteria: "God bid me vanquish you ing a mouthful of home-made bread,
all I" "but what we have seen will tell us all
Lanark had reached the upward col- that we should know."
umn of the broken chimney. All about "This much is plain," added Lanark.
his fr t lay fragments, glowing blue. "Persil Mandifer worshipped an evil
He shoved at them with his toe. There spirit; and that evil spirit had life and
was an oblong of metal. He touched power."
it-yes, that had been a door to an old "Perhaps we would know ·every-
brick oven. He lifted it. Underneath thing, if the paper in the box had not.
lay what he had hidden four years ago burned in the fire," went on Jager.
-a case of unlmown construction. _"That is probably as well-that it
But as he picked it up, he saw that burned, I mean. Some secrets are just
it had a lid. What had Enid over- as well never told." He fell thought-
heard from her stei>father, so long ago? ful, pulled his beard, and went on.
". • . that he wo.uld live and prosper "Even burned, the power of that docu-
until the secret writing should be taken ment worked; but when the ashes fell
forth and destroyed ••• it would never from their case, all was over. The
open, save at the P.lace of.the Nameless bodies of the guerrillas were drY: bones
122 WEIRD TALES
on the instant, and as for the skinless But he could not forget what he had /
·things that moved and spoke as Mandi- seen. The two Mandifers, able to live
fer and his son-',. or to counterfeit life by creeping from
He broke off, for Enid had turned their skins at night, had perished as in-
deathly pale at memory of that part of explicably as they had been resurrected.
the business. The guerrillas, too, whose corpses had
"We shall go back when the sun is challenged him, must b~ finding a grate-
well up," said Lanark,. "and put those ful rest now that the awful semblance
things back to rest in their grave.,, of life had quitted their slack, butch-
He sat for a moment, coffee-cup in ered li1J1bs. And the blue fire that had
hand, and gazed into the brightening· burst forth in the midst of the old
sky. battle, to linger ghostwise for years;
To the two items he had spoken of the horned image that Jager had
· as plainly indicated, he mentally added broken; the seeming powers of the
a third; the worship carried on by Per- Long Lost Friend, as an amulet and a
sil Mandifer-was tha_t name French, storehouse of charms-these were
perhaps Main-de-Fer ?-wa·s tremen- items in the strange fabric. He would
dously old. He, Persil, must have re- remember them for ever, without ra·
ceived teachings in it from a former tionalizing them.
votary, his father perhaps, and must He drank coffee, into which some·
have conducted a complex and secret one, probably Enid, had dropped sugar
ritual for decades. while he mused. Rationalization, he
The attempted sacrifice rite for decided, was not enough, had never
which Enid had been destined was been enough. To judge a large and
i something the ·world would never dark mystery by what vestigial portions
know, not as regards the climax. For touched one, was to err like the blind
a little band of Yankee horsemen, with men in the old doggerel who, groping
himself at their head, had blundered at an elephant here and there, called
into the situation, throwing it com- it in turn a snake, a spear, a tree, a
pletely out of order and spelling for it fan, a wall. Better not to brood or
the beginning of the end. ponder upon what had happened. Try
The end had come. Lanark was to be thankful, and forget.
sure of that. How much of the power "I shall build my church under Fear·
and motivity of the worship had been ful Rock/' Jager was saying, "and it
exerted by the Nameless One that now shall be called Fearful Rock no more,
must continue nameless, how much of it hut Welcome Rock."
was Persil Mandifer's doing, how much Lanark looked up. Enid had come
was accident of nature and horror- and seated herself beside him. He
hallucination 'of witnesses, nobody could. studied her profile. Suddenly he could
now decide. As Jager had suggested, read her thoughts, as plainly as though
it was probably as well that part of the they were written upon her cheek.
mystery would remain. Things being as She was thinking that grass would
they were, one might pick up the grow anew in her front yard, and that
threads of his. normal human existence, she would marry Kane Lanark as soon
and be happy and fearless. as he asked her.
(THE END)
ana Dt er eery storie
"That power can '!'eel' al'Dlles away for us.n
:lhe 11.
· Valley Was Still
By MANLY WADE \V'/ELLMAN
IND touched the pines on the white hoU'ses at the bottom, was as still as
W ridge, and stirred the thicker a painted backdrop in a theater. Not even
forest on the hills opposite; but a grasshopper sang in it.
the grassy valley between, with its red and Two cavalrymen sat their mounts at the
,
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edge of the pines. The one in the tom tablish their whereabouts. Then our people
butternut b!Ouse hawked and spat, and will tackle them." He spoke with the
the sound was strangely loud at the brink · confidence of triumph that in the summer
of that silence. of 1862 possessed C.Onfederates who had
''I'd reckoned the Ya.oks was down in driven the Union's bravest and best all
that there little town," he said. "Channow, through Virginia. "I'm going all the way
it's called. Joe, you look like a Yank your- down."
self in them clothes." "There'll be Yanks hidin'," suggested
His mate, who wore half-weathered Oauser pessimistically. "They'll plug you
blue, did not appear complimented. The plumb full of lea.cl."
garments had been stripped froin an out- "If they do," called Paradine, "ride back
raged sergeant of Pennsylvania Lancers, and tell the boys, because then you'll know
taken prisoner at the Seven Days. They the Yankees actually are in Channow." He
fitted their new wearer's lean bOdy nicely, put his horse to the slope, feeling actu·
except aaoss the shoulders. His boots were ally happy at the thought that he might
likewise trophies of war--from the Second suffer for the sake of his cause. It is
Manassas, whetc the Union Army had worthy of repetition that he was a chivalric
learned that lightning can strike twice in idealist.
the same pla.cc; and his saddle-doth, with Dauger, quite as brave but more prac-
its U. S. stamp, had also been unwilUngly tical, bode where be was. Paradine. riding
furnished by the Federal army. l3ut the downhill, passed out of reach of any more
gra.y horse had come from his father's Vir- warnings.
ginia. farm, and had lived through a year
AMDIN13'S eyes were kept on the
of fierce fighting and fiercer toil. The
rider's name was Joseph Paradine, and he P village as he descended deep into si-
had recently declined, with thanks, the lence as into water. He had never known
offer of <ieneral J. E. B. Stuart to recom- such silence, not even at the frequent pray·
mend him for a commission. ings of his very devout regiment. It made
He preferred to serve as a common him nervous, a different nervousness from
trooper. He was a chivalric idealist, and a the tingling elation brought by battle thun-
peerless scout. ders, and it fairly daunted his seasoned and
"You'd better steal some Yankee blues intelligent horse. The beast tossed its head,
yourself, Dauger," he advised. "Those sniffed, danced precariously, and had to be
homespun pants would drop off of you if urged to the slope's foot and the trail that
you stood up in your stirrups . •.• Yes, ran there.
the enemy's expected to take up a position From the bottom of the slope, the vil-
in Channow Valley. But if he had done lage was a scant two miles away. Its chim-
so, we'd have run into his videttes by now, neys did not smoke, nor did its trees stir
and that town would be as noisy as a county in the windless air. Nor was there sign or
...
f au. motion upon its streets and among its
He rode from among the pines and into houses of red brick and white wood-no
the open on the lower slope. enemy soldiers, or anything else.
"You'te plumb exposin' yourself, Joe," Was this a trap? But Paradine smiled
warned Dauger anxiously. at the thought of a whole Yankee brigade
"And I'm going to expose myself mote," or more, lying low to capture one lone
returned Paradine, his eyes on the valley. Southerner.
"We've been told to find the Yankees, es- More likelY. they thought him a friend,
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wearing blue as he did; but why silence head, thrust his left arm through the loop,
in that case, either? and with his left hand drew the big cap-
He determined to make noise. If there and-ball revolver from his holster. Thus
were hostile forces in and among the houses ready, with shot or saber, he proceeded on
of Channow, he would draw their atten· foot, and the gray followed him protest-
tion, perhaps their musket fire. Spurring ingly. .
the gray so that it whickered and plunged, "Come on," he scolded, very loudly-he
he forced it to canter at an angle toward was sick of the silence. "I don't know what
the nearest houses. At .the same time he I'm getting into here~ If I have t~ re·
drew his saber, whetted to a razor-edge treat, it won't be on foot."
contrary to regulations, and waved it over Half a mile more, at a brisk walk. A
his head. He gave the rebel yell, high quarter-mile beyond that, more slowly; for
and fierce. still there was no sound or movement from
"Yee-hee!" the village. Then the trail joined a wagon
Paradine's voice was a strong one, and track, and Paradine came to the foot of
it could ring from end to end of a brigade the single street of Channow.
in line; but, even as he yelled, that yell He looked along it, and came to an
perished-dropped from his lips, as though abrupt halt.
<:ut away. The street, wjth its shaded yards on
He could not have been heard ten either side, was littered with slack blue
yards. Had his throat dried up? Then, lumps, each the size of a human body.
suddenly, he knew. There was no echo The Yankee army, or its advance· guard,
here, for all the ridge lay behind, and the was there-but fallen and stony still.
hills in 'front to the north. Even the gd- "Dead!" mutt~red Paradine, under his
loping hoofs of the gray sounde4 muffied, breath.
as if in cotton. Strange .•. there was no But who could have kjlled them? Not
response to his defiance. his comrades, who had not known where
. That was more surprising still. If there the enemy was. Plague, then?' But the
were no enemy troops, what about the most withering plague takes hours, at least,
people of the town? Paradine felt his and these had plainly fallen all in tlie same
brown neck-hair, . which needed cutting instant.
badly, rise and stiffen. Something sinister
lay yonder, and warned him away. But pARADINE studied the scene. Here
he had ridden into this valley to gather had been a proper entry of a strange
intelligence for his officers. He could not settlemept-first a patrol, watchful and
turn back, and respect himself thereafter, suspicious; then a larger advance party, in
as a gentleman and a soldier. Has it been two single files, each file hugging one side
noted that Paradine was a chivalric ideal- of the street with .eyes and weapons com·
ist? manding the other side; and, finally, the
But his horse, whatever its blood and main body-men, horses and guns, with a
character, lacked such selfless devotion to baggage train-all .as it should be;. but
the cause of State's Rights. It faltered. in now prone and still, like tin 'soldiers strewn
its gallop, tried first to turn back, and then on a floor after a game.
to throw Paradine. He cursed it feelingly, The house at the foot of the street had
fought it with bit, knee and spur, and a hitching-post, cast from irqn to represent
finally pulled up and dismounted. He: drew a Negro boy with a ring in one lifted hand.
the reins forward ove~ the tossing gray To that ring Paradine tethered the now
WEIRD TALES
almost unmanageable gray. He heard a and erect. One man lay at the right side
throbbing roll, as of drums, which he iden- of the street, another opposite him at the
tified as the blood beating in his ears. The left. The corporal was in the center and,
saber-hilt was slippefY. with the sweat of to his rear, another private.
his palm. The corporal was, or had been, an ex·
He knew that he was afraid, and did citable man. His hands clutched his mus·
not relish the knowledge. Stubbornly he ket firmly, his lips drew back from gritted
turned his boot-toes forward, and ap· teeth, his eyes were narrow instead of star·
proached the fallen ranks of the enemy. ing. A bit of awareness seemed to re-
The drums in his ears beat a cadence for main upon the set, stubbly face. Paradioe
his lone march. forbore to prod him with the saber, but
He reached and stood over the nearest stooped and twitched up an eyelid. It
of the bodies. A blue-bloused infantry- snapped back into its squint. The corporal,
man this, melted over on his face, his too, lived but did not move.
hands slack upon the musket lying cross- "Wake up," Paradine urged him, as he
wise beneath him. The peaked forage cap had urged the boy. "You aren't dead."
had fallen from rumpled, bright hair. The He straightened up, and stared at the more
check, .what Paradine could see of it, was distant and n~rous blue bodies in their
as downy as a peach. Only a kid, young fallen ranks. "None of you are dead!"
to die; but was he dead? he protested at the top of his lungs, unable
There was no sign of a wound. Too, a to beat down his hysteria. "Wake up,
certain waxy finality was lacking in that Yankees!"· ·
slumped posture. Paradine extended the He was pleading with them to cise,
point of his saber and gingerly prodded a even though he would be doomed if they
sun-reddened wrist. did. .
No response. Paradine increased the "Yee-heel" he yelled. "You're all my
pressure. A red drop appeared under the prisoners! Up on your .feet!"
point, and grew. Paradine scowled. The "Yo're wastin' yore breath, son." .
boy could bleed. He must be alive, after Paradine whirled like a top to face this
all. sudden quiet rebuke.
"Wake up, Yankee," said Joseph Para- A man stood in the front yard of a
dine, and stirred the blue flank with his sha.bby house opposite, leaning on a picket
foot. The flesh yielded, but did not stir fence. Paradine's first impression was of
otherwise. He turned the body over. A noble and vigorous old age, for a mighty
vacant pink face stared up out of eyes that cascade of white beard covered the speak-
W.!re fixed, but bright. Not death-and not er's chest, and his brow was fringed with
sleep. thick cottony hair. But next moment Para·
Paradinc had seen men in a swoon dine saw that the brow was strangely oar·
who looked like that. Yet even swooners row and sunken, that the mouth in the
breathed, and there was not a hair's line midst of its hoary ambush hung wryly
of motion under the dimmed brass buttons. slack, and that the eyes were bright but
· "Funny," thought Paradine, not mean- empty, like cheap imitation jewels.
ing that be was amused. He walked on, The stranger moved slowly along the
because there was nothing left to do. Just fence until be came to a gate. He pushed
beyond that .first fallen lad lay the rest of it creakily open, and moved across the
the patrol, still in the diamond-shaped for- dusty road toward Paradine. His body and
~uon theY. must have held when awake legs were meager, even for an old man,
THE VALLEY WAS STILL 9
and he shook and shu.ffied as though ex· but ye give the yell, an' I knew ye was
tremely feeble. His clothing was a hodge· secesh."
podge of filthy tatters. Paradine made a gesture, as though to
At any rate, he was no soldier foe. Para· brush away a troublesome fly. He must
dine holstered his revolver, and leaned on investigate further. Up the street he
his saber. The bearded one came close, walked, among the prone soldiers.
making slow circuit of two fallen soldiers It took him half an hour to complete his
that lay in his path. Close at hand, he survey, walking from end to end of that
appeared as tall and gaunt as a flagstaff, unconscious host. He saw infantry, men
and his beard was a fluttering white flag, and officers sprawling together in slack
but not for truce. comradeship; three batteries of Parrott
"I spoke to 'em," he said, quietly but guns, still coupled to their limbers, with
definitely, "an' they dozed off like they .horses slumped in their harness and riders
was drunk." and drivers fallen in the dust beneath the
"You mean these troops?" wheels; a body of cavalry-it should have
, "Who else, son? They come marchin' been scouting out front, thought Paradinc
from them hills to the north. The folks professionally-all down and still, like a
scattered outa here like rabbits-all but me. whole parkful of equestrian statues over·
I waited. An'-I put these here Yanks to turned; wagons; and finally, last of the pro-
sleep." cession save for a prudently placed rear·
guard, a little clutter of men in gold braid.
E REACHED under his veil of beard, He approached the oldest and stoutest of
H apparently fumbling in the bosom of these, noting the two stars on the shoulder
his ruined shirt. His brown old fork of a straps-a major general.
hand produced a dingy book, bound in Paradine knelt, unbuttoned the frock
gray paper. coat, and felt in the pockets. Here were
"This does it," he said. papers. The first he unfolded was the copy
Paradine looked at the front cover. It of an order:
bore the woodcut of an owl against a round
moon. General T. F. Kottler,
The title was in black capitals: Commanding - - Division, USA.
General:
JOHN GEORGE HOHMAN'S You will move immediately, with your en-
POW-WOWS tire force, taking up a strong defensive posi-
OR tion in the Channow Valley....
LONG LOST FRIEND
This, then, was Kottler's Division. Para·
"Got it a long time back, from a Penn· dine estimated the force as five thousand
sylvany witch-man." bluecoats, all veterans by the look of them,
Paradine did not understand, and was but nothing that his own comrades would
not sure that he wanted to: He still won- have feared. He studied the wagon-train
dered how so many fighting-men could lie hungrily. It was packed with food and
stunned. clothing, badly needed by the Confeder·
"I thought ye was a Yank, an' I'd missed acy. He would do well to get back and
ye somehow," the quiet old voice informed report his find. He turned, and saw that
him. "That's a Yank sojer suit, hain't it? the old man with the white beard had fol·
I was goin' to read ye some sleep words, lowed him along the street.
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..I reckon," he said to Paradine, in tones black an' white, forrard an' back'ard. It's
of mild reproach, ..ye think I'm a-lyin' my livin'.
about puttin' these here Yanks to sleep." "Folks in Channow make fun o' me, like
Paradine smiled at him, as he might have they dido' my pappY when he was livin'
smiled at an iinportunate child. "I didn't but they buy my charms. Things to bring
0
call you a liar," he temporized, 'and the love or hate, if they hanker fer 'em. Cures
:Y~ees are certainly in dreamland. But fer sick hogs an' calves. Sayin's to drive
I think there must be some natural ex· awa.y fever. All them things. I done it
planation for--" fer Channow folks all mrlife."
"Happen I kin show ye better'n tell ye,"
cut in the dotard. His paper-bound book
was open in his scrawny hands. Stooping I Tdine
WAS a proud pronouncement, Para·
realized. Here was the man dili-
close to it, he began rapidly to mumble gent in business, who could stand bef.o~
something. His voice suddenly rose, kings. So might speak a statesman who
sounded almost young: · - had long served his constituency, or the
..Now, stand there till I tell ye to move!" editor of a paper that had built respectful
Paradine, standing, fought for explana· traditions, or a doctor who had guarded a
tions. What was happening to him could town's health fo~ decades, or a blacksmith
be believed, was even logical. Mesmerism, who took pride in his lifetime of skilled
scholars called it, or a newer name, hyp· toil. This gaffer who called himself a
notism. :witch-man considered that he had done
As a boy he, Paradine, had amused service, and was entitled to respect and
himself by holding a hcn's beak to the gratitude. The narrator went on, more
floor and drawing a chalk line therefrom. grimly: ·
The hen could never move until he lifted "Sometimes I been laffed at, an' told to
it away from that mock tether. That was mind my own bizness. Young 'uns has
what now befell him, he was sure. His hooted, an' throwed stones. I coulda cursed
muscles were slack, or perhaps tense; he 'em-but I didn't. Nossir. They'$ my
could not say by the feel. In any case, friends an' ~eighbors-Channow folks. I
they were immovable. He could not move kep' back evil from 'em."
eye. He could not loosen grip on his saber· The old .figure straightened, the white
hilt. Yes, hypnotism. If only he ration· beard jutted forward. An exultant note
alized it, he could break the spell. crept in.
But he remained motionless, as though ·" But when the Yanks come, an' every·
he were the little iron figure to which his body run afore 'em but me, I didn't have
horse was tethered, yonder at the foot of no scruples! Invaders! Tyrants! Thiev-
the street. · in' skunks in blue!" Teague sounded like
The old man surveyed him with a Bicker a recruiting officer for a Texas regiment. "I
of shrewdness in those bright eyes that had didn't owe them nothin'-an' here in the
seemed foolish. · street I faced 'em. I dug out this here
"I used only half power. Happen ye little book, an' I read the sleep words to
kin still hear me. So listen: · 'em. See," and 1:he old hands gestured
1
'My name's Teague. I live down yon sweepi.t_igly, "they sleep till I tell 'em. t:o
by the crick. I'm a witch-man, an' my wake. If I ever tell 'em!"
pappy was a witch-man afore me. He was Paradine had to believe this tale of oc·
the seventh son of a seventh son-an' I cult patriotism. There was nothing else to
was his seventh son. I know conjer stuff- believe in its place. The old man who
nm VALLEY WAS STILt 11
called himself T"eague smiled twinklingly. deaths an' overthrows, sech as this 'un-
"Yo're secesh. Ye .fight the Yanks. If well, I changed the names an' spells by
ye'll be good, an' not gimme no argyments, puttin' in that other name ye saw. An' it
blink yore left eye." · works fine." He grinned wider as he sur·
Power of blinking returned to that lid, veyed the tumbled thousands around them,
and Paradine lowered it submissively. then shut the book and put it away.
"Now ye kin move again-I'll say the Paradine had been well educated. He
words." · · · · had read Marlowe's Dr. Fa11st11s1 at the
He leafed tlirougli the book once University of Virginia, and some accounts
more, and read out:. "Ye horsemen an' of the New England witchcraft cases. He
footmen, conjered here at this time, ye may could grasp, though he had never been
pass on in the name of ••• " Paradine did called upon to consider, the idea of ao al·
not catch the name, but it had a sound liance with evil. All he could reply was:
that chilled him. Next instant, motion was "I don't see more than five thousand
restored to his arms and legs. The blood Yankees in this town. Our boys can whip
tingled sharply in them, as if theY. had been that. many and more, without any spells."
asleep. . . .. . Teague shook his old head. "Come on,
Teague o1fered him a hand, and Para- let's go an' set on them steps," he invited,
dine took it. That hand :was froggr cold pointing.
and soft, for all its boniness. , · '· The two walked back down the
"Arter this," decreed Teague, "do what street, entered a yard and dropped down
I t~ll ye, or I'll read; ye somethin' ye'll upon a porch. The shady leaves above
like less." 'And he held out the open book them hung as silent as chips of stone.
significantly..' ~. · - , ,Through the fence-pickets showed the blue
Paradine 'saw tlie page-it bore the niun- lumps of quiet that had been a fighting di-
ber 60 in one corner, and at its top was a vision of Federals. There was oo voice,
heading in capitals: TO RELEASE SPELL- except Teague's.
BOUND PERSONS. Beneath were the ".Ye don't grasp what war means, young
lines with which Teague had set him in feller. Sure, the South is winnin' now-
motion again, and amons. them :were but to win, men must die. Powder must
smudged inky marks. ' _ . burn. An' the South hain't got men an'
"You've crossed out some :words," Para· · powder enough to keep it up." {
dine said at once.~ · If Paradine had never thought of tliat
"Yep. An' wl'ote in others." Teague before, neither had his superiors, except
held the book closer to him. possibly: General Lee. Yet it was plainly
Paradine f ~lt yet another chill, and beat true.
down a desire to turn away. He spoke Teague extended the argumen~:
again, because he felt that he should. "But if every Yank army was put to
"It's the name of God that you've cut sleep, fast's it got in reach-what then?
out, Teague. Not once, but three times. How' d ye like to lead yore own army into
Isn't that blasphemv?. ·And you've writ· Washington an' grab ole Abe Lincoln
ten i n - " · · right outen the White House? How'd ye
·"The name of somebody. else." Teague's like to be the second greatest man o' the
beard ruffled into a grin. "Young feller, South?"
ye don't understand. This book was wrote "Second greatest man?" echoed Para·
full of the n;une of God. That name is dine breathlessly, forgetting to fear. He
good-fer some thioas. But fer curses an' was being tempted as few chivalrk ide.ll-
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ists can endure. "Second only to-Robert sword an' gun. Mine's to win by con·
E. Lee!" jurin'. Which is the quickest way? The
The name of his general trembled on easiest way? The only way?"
his lips. It trembles to this day, on the "To my way of thinking, the only way
lips of those who remember. But Teague is by fair fight. God," pronounced Para·
only snickered, and combed his beard with dine, as stifHy as Leonidas Polk himself,
fingers like skinny sticks. "watches armies.~·
"Ye don't ketch on yet. Second man, "An' so does somebody else," responded
not to Lee, but to-me, Teague! Fer I'd Teague. "Watches-an' listens. .Happen
be a-runnin' things!" he's listenin' this minit. Well, lad, I need
Paradine, who had seen and heard so a sojer to figger army things fer me. You
much to amaze him during the past hour, joinin' me?"
had yet the capacity to gasp. His saber was Not only Teague waited for Paradine's
between his knees, and his hands tightened answer. . • . The young trooper remem-
on the hilt until the knuckles turned pale. bered, from Pilgrim's Progress, what sort
Teague gave no sign. He went on: of dealings might be fatal. Slowly he got
"I hain't never got no respect here in to his feet.
Channow. Happen it's time I showed 'em "The South doesn't need that kind of
wlut I can do." His eyes studied the win- help," he said flatly.
drows of men he had caused to drop down "Too late to back out," Teague told him.
like sickled wheat. Creases of proud tri- "What do you mean?"
umph deepened around his eyes. "We'll "The help's been asked fer ~ready, son.
do all the Yanks this way, son. Yore gen- An' it's been given. A contract, ye might
'rals hain't never done nothing like it, call it. If the contract's broke-well, hap-
have they?" pen the other party'll get mad. They can
His generals----Paradine had seen them be worse enemies 'n Yanks."
on occasion. Jackson, named Stonewall Teague, too, rose to his feet. "Too
for invincibility, kneeling in unashamed late," he said again. "That power can
public prayer; Jeb Stuart, with his plume sweep armies away fer us. But if we say
and his brown beard, listening to the dang no-well, it's been roused up, it'll still
of Sweeney's banjo; Hood, who outcharged sweep away armies-Southern armies. Ye
even his wild Texans; Polk blessing the think I shouldn't have started sech a thing?
soldiers in the dawn before battle, like a But I've started it. Can't turn back now."
prophet of brave old days; and Lee, the Victory through evil-what would it be·
gray knight, at whom Teague had laughed. come in the end? Faust's story told, and
No, they had never done anything like it. so did the legend of Gilles de Retz, and
And, if they could, they would not. the play about Macbeth. But there was
"Teague," said Paradine, "this isn't also the tale of the sorcerer's apprentice,
right." and of what befell him when he tried to
"Not right? Oh, I know what ye mean. reject the force he had thoughtlessly
Ye don't like them names I wrote into the evoked.
Pow-Wows, do ye? But ain't everything "What do you want me to do?" he asked,
fair in love an' war?" through lips that muddled the words.
"Good lad, I thought ye' d see sense.
EAGUE laid a persuasive claw on the First off, I want yore name to.the bargain.
T sleeve of Paradine's looted jacket. "Lis- Then me 'n' yoli can lick the Yanks."
Lick the Yankees! Paradine remembered
ten this oncet. Yore idee is to win with
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a gayly profane catch-ph.rase of the Con- A pretty stroke for even a practised
federate camp: "Don't say Yankee, say swordsman; the honed edge of the steel
damned Yankee." But what about a found the shaggy side of Teague's scrawny
damned Confederacy? Teague spoke of neck. Paradine felt bone impeding his
the day of victory; what of the day of powerful drawing slash. Then he felt it
reckoning? no longer. The neck had sliced in two,
What payment would this ally ask in the and for a moment Teague's head hung free
end? . in the air, like a lantern on a wire.
Again Faust popped into his mind. The bright eyes fixed Paradine's, the
He imagined the Confederacy as a Faust mouth fell open in the midst of the beard,
among the nations, devil-lifted, devil-nur- trying to speak a word that would not
tured-and dev.il-doomed, by the con- come. Then it fell, bounced like a ball,
nivance of one Joseph Paradine. and rolled away. The headless trunk stood
Better disaster, in the way of man's war- on braced feet, crumpling slowly. Para·
fare. dine stepped away from it, and it collapsed
The bargain was offered him for all upon the steps of the house.
the ·South. For all the South he must re- Again there was utter silence in the
ject, completely and finally. town and valley of Channow. The blue
Aloud he said: "My name? Signed to soldiers did not budge where they lay.
something?" Paradine knew that he alone moved and
"Right here'll do." breathed and saw-no, not entirely alone.
Once more Teague brought forth the His horse was tethered at the end of the
Pow-Wows book which he had edited so street.
strangely. "Here, son, on this back page- He flung away his saber and ran,
in blood." ashamed no more of his dread. Reaching
Paradiue bowed his head. It was to the gray, he found his fingers shaky, but he
conceal the look in his eyes, and he hoped wrenched loose the knotted reins. Flinging
to look as though he acquiesced. He drew himself into the saddle, he rode away
his saber, passed it to his left hand. Upon across the level and up the slope.
its tip he pressed his right forefinger. A The pines sighed gently, and that sound
spot of dull pain, and a drop of blood gave him comfort after so much soundless·
creeping forth, as had appeared on the ness.
wrist of the ensorcelled boy lying yonder He dismounted, his knees swaying as
among the Yankees in the street. though their tendons had been cut, and
"That'll be enough to sign with," ap- studied the earth. Here were the foot·
proved Teague. prints of Dauger' s horse. Here also was
He flattened out the book, exposing the a deft stick, and in it a folded scrap of
rear flyleaf. Paradine extended his red- paper, a note. He lifted it, and read the
dened forefinger. It stained the rough penciled scrawl:
white paper.
"J for Joseph," dictated Teague. "Yep, Dear frend Joe, you ant com back so I left
like that--" like you said to bring up the boys. I hope
your alright & if the YaOkies have got you
well get you back.
P ARADINE galvanized into action. His
bloody right hand seized the book,
L. Dauger.
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'Voice in a Veteran's Ear
By GANS T. FIELD
An odd and curious tale of witchcraft, and a skinny black cat that
lived in the old woman's house in the holl<Jw
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LD JAEL BETTISS, who lived in water. As for the inside---but few ever
' the hollow atnong the cypresses, saw it.
was not a real witch. Jael Bettiss did not like people to come
It makes no difference that folk thought into her house. She always met callers on
she was, aqd walked fearfully "".ide of her the old cracked doorstep, draped in a cloak
shadow. Nothing can be proved by the of shadowy black, with gray hair straggling,
fad; ~at she was as disgusth1gly µgly with- her nose as hooked and sharp as the beak of
out' as she was wicked within. It is quite a buzzard, her eyes filmy and sore-loo~in$,
• irrelevant that evil was he.r study and pro- her wrinkle-bordered mouth always grin·
f essic;>n and pl~ure. She was no witch; ning and showing her yellow, chisel-shaped
she only prete_nded to be. teeth.
Jae!. Bettiss knew that all laws provid· The near-by village was-an old-fashioned
· ing for the puflishment of witches had been place, with stone flags instead of concrete
re~~d, or at thi; least f orgotfeh.- As to for pavements, and the villagers were the
bejng feared and hated, that was meat and simplest of men and women. From them
drink to Jae! BettiSs, living secretly alone Jae! Bettiss made a fair living, by selling
in: tl'ie hoUow. love philtres, or herbs to cure sickness? or
Th¢ house and the hollow belonged to clfa.rm:s to ward off bad luck. When she
a kindly old villager, whe> had been elected wanted ~~tra money, she would wrap her
riu,fshd and' was too busy to fook aftei his old bfa.ck doak abPJJ.t h~.t and1 tra.mping
property. l3~eause he. was easy-going and along a country rol!.d, would stop at a cow·
p~rhaps a little daunted, he let}ael Bettiss pen and ask the farmer what he would do
live the.re rent-free. The house was u.o if his cows went dry. The farmer, Wtll'fied,
loriger snug; the back of its. roof was usually came at dawn next d.ay to her hol·
broken in, the eaves drooped slackly. At low an<! bought a good-lµck charm. Oc·
some time or other the place had been casionally the cows would go dry anyway,
painted f;>rQwn, before that with ivory by acddent of nature, and their owner
black. Now both coats of color peeled would pay more and more, until their milk
· away in huge .flakes, making the .clapboards returned to them.
~eem sq:qfoJQus. The windows had been Now and then, when Jael Bettiss came
·broken in every srrfall, grubby pane, and to the door, there came with her the gaunt
mended with coarse brown paper, so that black eat, Gib. ·
they were like cast and blu.rred eyes. Be- Gib was not ttuly bfa,ck, any more than
hind was the muddy, bramble·9ioked back Jae! Bettiss was truly_ a witch. He pad beon
yard, and behind that yawned the old born with white markings at muzzle, chest
quarry, now abandoned and full .of black and forepaws, so that he looked to be: in
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''You're the only witness, and I don't want any trace of you around,"
12 WEIRD TALES .
full -evening dress . . Left . alone; .he would was directed to a certain. little-known pub-
have grown fat and fluffy. · But Jael Bet- lisher, asking for a · certain little-knowh
tiss, who wanted a fearsome pet, kept all book. Several days 11tter, she appeared
his white spots smeared with thick soot, again, received a parcel, and bore it to her
and tinderfed him to make him look rakish home.
and lean. In her gfoomy, secret parlor, she un·
On the night of the full moon, she wrapped her purchase. It was a small, drab
would drive poor Gib from her door. He volume, with no title on cover or back.
would wander to the village in search of Sitting at the rickety table, she began. to
food, and would wail mournfully in the read. 'All evening and most' of the night
yards. Awakened householders would an- she read, forgetting to .give Gib his sup-
grily throw boots or pans or sticks of per, though he sat hungrily at her feet.
kindling. Often Gib was hit; and his cries At length, an hour before dawn, she fin-
were sharpened by pain. When that hap- ished. Laughing loudly and briefly, she
pened, Jael Bettiss took care to be seen next turned her beak-hose toward the kerosene
morning with a bandage on head or wrist; lamp on the table. From the book she read
Some of the simplest villagers thought that aloud two words. The lamp went out,
Gib was really the o~d woman, magically though she had not blown at it. Jael Bettiss
transformed. Her reputation grew, as did spoke one commanding word more, and
• Gib's unpopularity. But Gib did not de- the lamp flamed alight again.
serve mistrust-like all cats, he was a prac- "At lastl" she cried out in shrill exulta·
tical phifosopher, who wanted to be com- tion, and grinned down at Gib. Her lips
fortable and quiet and dignified. At bot· dr~w back from her yellow chisels of teeth.
tom, he was amiable. Like all cats, too, he "At last!" she crowed again. "Why don't
loved h~s home above all else; and the you speak to me, you little brute? ..• Why
house in: the hollow, be it ever so humble don't you, indeed?"
and often cruel, was home. It was unthirik· She asked that final question as though
abie to him that he might live elsewhere. she had been suddenly inspired. Quickly
In the village he had two friends-black· she glanced through .the back part of the
eyed John Frey, the storekeeper's son, who book, howled with laughter over some·
brought the mail to and from the county thing she found there, then sprang up and
seat, and Ivy Hill, pretty blond daughter scuttled like a big, filthy crab into the dark,
of the town marshal, the same town ma;- windowless cell that was her kitcheri. There
shal who owned the hollow .and let Jael she mingled salt and malt in the palm of
Bettiss live in the old house. John Frey her skinny right liand. After that, she rum-
and Ivy Hill were so much in love with maged out a bundle of dried herbs, chewed
each other that they loved everything else, them fi~e and spat them into the mixture.
even black-stained, hungry Gib. He was Stirring again with her forefinger, she re·
grateful; if he had been able, ~he .would turned to the parlor. Scanning the book
have loved them in return. But his little to refresh her nremory, she muttered a nasty
heart had room for one devotion only, and little rime. Finally she dashed the mess
that was given to the house in the bollqw. suddenly upon Gib.
l!e retreated, shaking himself, outraged
and startled. In a corner he sat down,
ONEintoday,old Jae!Mr.Bettiss slouched darkly
Frey's store, and up and bent his head to lick the smeared frag·
to the counter that served for postqffi.ce. ments of the mixture away. But they re-
Leering, she gave John Frey a letter. · It volted his tongue and·palate, and ne paused
THE WITCH'S CAT 13
in the midst of this chore, so important to HEN nexf the mail was distributed at
cats; and meanwhile Jae! - Betti~s yelled,
"Speak!" .
W
· the general store, a dazzling stranger
appeared.
Gib crouched and blinked, feeling s'ick. She wore a cloak, an old-fashioned black
His tongue came out and steadied his lips. coat, but its drapery did not conceal the
Finally he said: "I want something to tall perfection of her form. As for her
eat." fac.e, it would have stirred interest and ad-
His voice was small and high, like a little miration in larger and more sophisticated
child's; but entirely understandable. Jael gatherings than the knot of letter-seeking
Bettiss was so delighted that she laughed villagers. Its beauty was scornful but in-
and clapped her bony knees with hei: hands, viting, classic but warm, with. something
in self-applause. in it of Grecian sculpture and Oriental al-
"It worked!" she cried. "No more hum· lure. If the nose was cruel, it was straight;
bug about me, you understand? I'm a real if the lips were sullen, they were full; if
witch at last, and not a fraud!" the forehead was a suspicion low, it was
Gib found himself able to understand · white and smooth. Thick, thunder-black
·all this, more clearly than he had ever un· hair swept up from that forehead, and
derstood human affairs before. "I want backward to a knot at the neck. The eyes
something to eat," he said again, more glowed with strange, hot lights, and wher·
definitely than before. "I didn't have any ever they turned they pierced and capti·
supper, and it's nearly--" vated.
"Oh, stow your gab!" snapped his mis· · People moved away to let her h;tve a
tress. ·:This book, crammed with knowl- clear, sweeping .pathway forward to the
edge and strength, that made me able to do counter. Until this stranger had entered,
it. I'll never be without it again, and it'll Ivy Hill was the loveliest person present;
teach me all the things I've only guessed now she looked only modest and fresh and
at and mumbled about. I'm a real witch blond in her starched gingha.in, and wor·
now, I say. And if you don't think I'll ried to boot. As a matter of fact, Ivy Hill's •
make those ignorant sheep of villagers real- insides felt cold and topsy-turvy, because
ize it_:__.." she saw how fascinated was the sudden
Once more she went off into gales of attention of John Frey.
wild, cracked. mirth, and threw a dish. at "Is there," .asked the newcomer in a
Gib. He darted away into a corner just in deep, creamy voice, "any mail for mer?"
time, and the missile crashed into blue· "Wh·what name, ma' am?" asked ·John
and-white china fragments against Uie wall. Frey, his brown young cheeks turning 'full
But Jael Bettiss read aloud from her book crimson.
an inipressive gibberish, and the dish re· "Bettiss. Jae! Bettiss.,.
formed · itself on the floor; the bits crept He began to fumble through the sheaf
together and joined and the cracks disap· of envelopes, with hands that shook. "Are
peared, as .trickling drops of water form you," he asked, "any relation to the old
into a pool. And finally, when the witch's lady of that name, the one who lives in
twig-like forefinger beckoned~ the dish the hollow?"
floated upward like a leaf in a breeze and "Yes, of a sort." She smiled a slow,
set itself gently back on the table. Gib conquering smile. "She's my-aunt. Yes.
watched warily. Perhaps you see the family resemblance?"
"That's small to what I shall do here- Wider and wider grew the smile with
after," swore Jae! Bettiss. which she assaulted John Frey. "If ·there
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· isn't any mail," she went on, "I would like a pinch of coarse green powder with an un·
a stamp. 4 one-cent stamp." pleasant smell. As she stirred it in with
Turning to his iittle metal box on the her hands, they seemed to grow skinny and
shelf behind, John Frey tore a single green harsh. Then she threw great palmfuls of
stamp from the sheet. His hand shook the liquid into her face and over her head,
still more as he gave it to the customer and other changes came .••.
and received in exchange a copper cent. The woman who returned to the front
There was really nothing exceptional door, where Gib watched with a cat's ap·
about the appearance of that copper cent. prehensive interest, was hideous old Jae!
It looked brown and a little worn, with Bettiss, whom all the ".illage knew and
Lincoln's head on it, and a date-1917. avoided.
But John Frey felt a sudden glow in the "He's trapped," she - shrilled ttium·
hand that took it, a glow that shot along phantly. "That penny, the one I soaked
his arm and into his heart. He gazed at for three hours in a love-philtre, trapped
the coi:Q as if he had never seen its like be- him the moment he touched it!" She
fore. And he pt.it it slowly into his pocket, stumped to the table, and patted the book
a different pocket from the one in which as though it were a living, lovable thing.
he usqally kept change,· and placed another "You taught me," she crooned to it.
coin in the till to pay for the stamp. Poor "You're winning me the love of John
& Ivy Hill's blue eyes grew round and down· Frey!" She paused, and her voice grew
right miserable. Plainly he meant to keep harsh again. "Why not? I'm old and
that copper piece as a souvenir. But John ugly and queer, but I can fove, and John
Frey gazed only at the stranger, raptly, as Frey is the handsomest man in the vil·
though he were suddenly stunned or lage!"
hypnotized.
The dark, sullen beauty drew her cloak
more tightly around her, and moved regally THE next day she went to the store
again, in her new and dazzling person
out of the store and away toward the edge as a' dark, beautiful girl. Gib, left alone in
of town. the hollow, turned over in his mind the
As she turned up the brush-hidden trail things that he had heard. The new gift
to the hollow, a change- came. Not that of hµman speech had brought with it, of
her step was less young and free, her fig- necessity, a human quality of reasoning;
ure less queenly, her eyes dimmer or her but his viewpoint and his logic were as
beauty short of perfect. All these were 'as strongly feline as ever.
they had been; but her expression became Jael Bettiss' dark love that lured John
set arid grim, her body tense and her head Frey promised no good to Gib. There
high and truculent. It was as though, be· would be plenty of trouble, he was in·
neath that young loveliness, lurkeci an old clined to think, and trouble was somethii:i-g
and evil heart-which was precisely what that all sensible cats avoided. He was wise
did lurk there, it does not boot to conceal. now, but he was weak. What could he do
But none saw except' Gib, the black cat against danger? And his desires, as they
with soot-covered white spots, who sat on had been since kittenhood, were food and
the doorstep 'of the ~gly cottage. Jael warmth and a cozy sleeping-place, and a
Bettiss thrust him aside with her foot and little respectful affection. Just now he was
entered. getting none of the four. ~
In the kitchen she filled a tin basin from He thought also of Ivy Hill. She liked
a wooden bucket, and threw into the water Gib, and often ~ad shown it. If she won
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John Frey despite the witch's plan, the two breath in her tight grip. "Whafs it about?"
would build a house all fllll of creature "It's about that little fool, Ivy Hill.
comforts-cushions, open fires, probably She's not quite out of his heart. • • . Go
fish and chopped liver. Gib's tongue to the village tonight," ordered Jael Bettiss,
caressed his soot-stained lips at the savory "and to the house of the marshal. Steal
thought. It would be good to have a home something that belongs to Ivy Hill."
with Ivy Hill and John Frey, if once he "Stea~ SOfllethiQ.g?"
W<¥J quit of Jael Bettiss. . . . "Don't -echo me, as if you were a silly
But he put the thought from him. The parrot." She let go of him, and _hurried
witch had never held his love and loyalty. back to the book that was her constant
That went to the hquse in the hollow, his study. "Bring me something that Ivy Hill
home since the month that he was born. owns and touches-and be back here with
Even magic had not taught him how to be it J:>efore dawn."
rid of that cat-instinctive obsession for his· ·Gib carried out her orders. Shortly after
own proper dwelling-place. The sinister, sundown he crept through the deepened
strife-sodden hovel would always call and dusk to the home of Marshal Hill. Doubly
claim him, would draw him back from the black with the soot habitually smeared upon
warmest fire, the softest bed, the most him by Jael Bettiss, he would have been
savory food in the world. Only John How- almost invisible7 even had anyone been on
ard Payne could have appreciated Gib's .guard against his coming. But nobody
yearnings to the full, and he died long ago, watched; the genial old man sat on the
in exile from the home he loved. front steps, talking to his daughter.
When Jael Bettiss returne.d, she was in , "Say," the father teased, "isn't young
a :fine trembling rage. Her real self shone Johnny Frey coming over here tonight, as
through the glamor of her disguise, like usual?"
. murky fire through a thin porcelain screen. "I don't know, daddy," said Ivy Hill
Gib was on the doorstep again, and tried wretchedly.
to dodge away as she came up, but her en· "What's that daughter?" The marshal
chantments, or something else, had made sounded surprised. "Is there anything gone
- Jael Bettiss too quick even for a cat. She wrong between you two young 'uns?" -
darted out a hand and caught him by the "Perhaps not, but-oh, daddy, there's a
scruff of the neck. new girl come to town--"
"Listen to me," she said, in a voice as And Ivy Hill burst 'ii;ito tears, groping
deadly .as the trickle of poisoned water. dolefully on the step beside her for her
"You understand 4uman words. You can little wadded handkerchief. But she could
talk, and you can hear what I say. You not find it.
can do what I say, too." She shook him, For Gib, stealing near, had caught it up
by way of emphasis. "Can't you do what in his mouth and was scampering away
I say?" - toward th_e edge of town, and beyond to
"Yes," said Gib weakly, convulsed with the house in the hollow.
fear.
"All right, I have a job fot you. And
mind you do it well, or else--" She MEANWHILE, Jael Bettiss worked
hard at a certain project of wax-
broke off and shook hiµi again, letting him modeling. Any witch, or student of
imagine what would happen if he dis· witchcraft, would have known at once why
obeyed. · she did this. ·
·"Yes," said Gib again, panting for After several tries, she achieved some·
. ~-.a..
I
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16 WEIRD TALES
thing quite interesting and even clever~a were spoken in a certain way over images
little female figure, that actually resembled of them?
Ivy Hill. The witch thrust a pin into the breast of
Jael Bettiss used the wax of three the little W!!-X .figure, and drove it all the
~andles to give it enough substance and way in, with a murderous pressure of her .
proportion. To make is more realistic, she thumb. Another pin she pushed into the
got some fresh, pale-gold hemp, and of this head, another into an arm1 another into a
made hair, like the wig of a blond doll, leg; and so on, until the gingham-clad pup·
for the wax head. Drops of blue ink pet was fairly studded with transfixing pins.
served for eyes, and a blob of berry-juice "Now," she said, "we shall see what
for the red mouth. All the while she we shall see." ·
worked, Jael Bettiss was muttering and Morning dawned, as ·clear and golden as
mumbling words and phrases she· had though wickedness had never been born
gleaned from the rearward pages of her into the world. The mysterious new para-
book. goo of beauty-not a young man of the
When Gib brought in the handkerchief, village but mooned over her, even though
Jael Bettiss snatched it from his mouth, she was the reputed niece. and namesake of
with a grunt by way of thanks. With rusty that unsavory old vagabond, Jael Bettiss,,..,,,..
• sdssors and coarse white thread, she fash· walked into the general store to make pur·
ion.ed for the wax figure a little dress. It chases. One delicate pink ear turned to
happened that the handkerchief was of the goss-ip of the housewives.
gingham, and so the garment made all the Wasn't it awful, they were agre~ing,
more striking the puppet's resemblance to how poor little Ivy Hill was suddenly sick
Ivy Hill. almost to death-she didn't seem to know
"You're a fine one!" tittered the 'witch, her father or her friends. Not even Doctor
propping her finished figure against the Melcher could find 01.it what was the mat-
lamp. "You'd better be scared!" tel\ with her. Strapge that John :Frey was
:For it happened that she had worked not interested in her troubles; but J-ohn
into the waxen face an expression of ter- Frey sat behind the counter, slumped, on
ror. The blue ink of the eyes made wide his stool like a mu_d idol, and his eyes
round blotches, a stare of agonized fear; lighted up only when they spied lovely
and the berry-juice mouth seemed to young Jael Bettiss with her market basket.
tremble, to plead shakily for mercy. t · When she had heard enough, the witch
Again Jael Bettiss refreshed her mem- left the store and went straight to the town
ory oLgoetic spells by poring over the back marshal's house. There she spoke gravely
of the book, and after that she dug from and sorrowfully about how ~he feared for
the bottom of an old pasteboard box a the sick girl, and was allowed to visit Ivy
handful of rusty pins. She chuckled over Hill in her bedroom. To the .father and
them, so that one would think tril!Ulph the doctor, it seemed that the patient grew
already hers. Laying, the pupp~t ·oq its stronger and felt less pain while Jael Eet·
back, so that the lamplight fell full upon . tiss remained to wish her a quick recovery;
it, she began to recite a spell. but, not long after this new acquaintance
"I have made my wish before," she said departed, Ivy Hill grew worse, She fainted,
in measured tones. "l will make it now. • and recovered only to vomit.
And there was never a day that I did not And she vomited-pins, rusty pins.
see my wish fulfilled." Simple, vague~but Something like that happened in old Sa,lem
how many have died because those words Village, and earlier still in Scotland, before
'THE WITCH'S CAT 17
the grisly cult of North Berwick was liter· "What are you going to do?" Gib forced
ally burned out. But Doctor Melcher, a himself to ask.
more modern scholar, liad never seen or "Do?" repeated Jael Bettiss, smiling
heard of anything remotely resembling Ivy murderously. 'Tm going to put an end
Hill's disorder. to that baby-faced chit~but why are you
So it went, for three full days. Gib, so curious? Get out, with your prying!"
too, heard the doleful gossip as he slunk And, shading curses and striking with
around the village to hunt for food and to her claw-Hke hands, she made him spring
avoid Jael Bettiss, who did not. like him down from his chair and run out of the
near when she did magic. Ivy Hill was house. The door slammed, apd . he
dying, and he mourned her, as for the crouched in some brambles and watched.
boons of fish and fire and cushions and No sound, and at the half-blinded win-
petting that might have been his. He knew, dows no movement; but, after a time,
too, that he was responsible for her doom s!noke began to coil upward from the
and his loss-that handkerchief that he had cliimney. Its first puffs. were dark and
stolen had helped Jael Bettiss to direct her greasy-looking. Then it turned dull gray,
spells. then white, then blue as indigo. Finally
But philosophy came again to his aid. it vanished altogether.
If Ivy Hill died, she died. Anyway, he had When Jael Bettiss opened the door and
never been given the chance to live as her came out, she was once more in the sem·
pensioner and pet. He was not even sure blance of a beautiful dark girl. Yet Gib
that he would have taken the chance- recognized a greater terror about hei: than
thinking of it, he felt strong, accustomed ever before.
clamps upon his heart. The house in the "You be gone from here when I get
hollow was his home forever. Elsewhere back," she said to him.
he'd be an exile. "Gone?" stammered Gib, his little heart
Nothing would ever root it out of his tuming cold. "What do 'you mean?"
feline soul. She stooped above him, like a threaten- •
' ing bird of prey.
N THE evening of the third day, "You be gone," she repeated. "If I
O . witch and. cat faced eacfi other across ever see you again, I'll kill you--0r I'll
the table-top in the ol.d house in the hol- make my new husband kill you."
low. He still could not believ(f her. He shrank
"They've talked foud enough to make back, and his eyes turned mournfully to
his dull ears hear," grumbled the fearful the old house that was the only thing he
old woman-witli none but Gib to see her, loved.
she had washed away the disguising en· "You're the only witness to the things
chantment that, though so full of lure, I've done," Jael Bettiss continued. "No-
seemed to be a burden upon her. "John body woul~ believe their ~rs if a cat
Frey has agreed to .take Ivy Hill out in his started telling tales, but anyway, I don't
automobile. The doctor thinks that the want any trace of you around. If you
fresh air, and· John Frey's company, will leave, they'll forget that I used to be a
make her feel better-but it won't. It's too witch. So run!"
late. She'll never ~eturn from that drive." She turned away. Her mutterings were
She took up the pin-pierced wax image now only her thoughts aloud:
of her rival, rose and started toward the "If my magic works- and it always
kitchen. works-that car will find itself idling
18 WEIRD TALES
around through the hill road to the other and combinations. Yet, if one looked long
side of the quarry. John Frey will stop enough and levelly eiiough-even though
there. ·And so will Ivy Hill-forever." one were a cat, and afraid-they made
Drawing her cloak around her, she sense, conveyed intelligence~
stalked purposefully toward the old quarry And so into the mind of Gib, beating
behind !he house. down. his fears, there stole a phrase:
.Beware of mirrors. ••.
LEFT by h~self, Gib lowered ~is lids So that was why Jael Bettiss never kept a
and let his ·yellow eyes grow dun and . mirror-not even now, when she could as·
deep with thought. His shrewd beast's sume such da.Zzl.ing beauty.
mind pawed and probed at this :final won· Beware of mirrors, the book said to Gib,
der and danger that faced him and John for they declare the truth, and truth is fatal
Frey and Ivy Hill. to sorcery. Beware, also, of crosses, which
.He must run away if he would live. The defeat all spells. .•.
witch's house in the hollow, that had never That was definite inspiration. He moved
welcom<;!d him, now threatened him. No back from the book, and let it snap shut.
more basking on the doorstep, no more am- Then, pushiP,g V(ith head and paws, he
bushing wood-mice among the brambles, coaxed it to the edge of the table and let
·no more dozing by the kitchen .fire. Noth- it fall. Jumping down after it, he caught
ing for Gib henceforth but strange, for- a corner of the book in his teeth and
bidding wilderness, and scavenger's food, dragged it to the door, more like a retriever
and no shelter, not on the coldest night. . than a cat. When he got it into the yud,
The village? But his only two friends, John into a place where the earth was soft, he
Frey and Ivy !Iill, were being taken from dug furiously until he had made a hole big
him by the magic of Jae! Bettiss and her enough to contain the volume. Then,
book. . . . thrusting it in, he covered it up.
That book had done this. That book Nor was that all his effort, so far as the
must undo it. There was no time to lose. book was concerned. He trotted a little
The door was not quite latched, and he way off to where lay some dry, tough t~igs
nosed it open, despite the groans of its under the cypress trees. To the little grave
hinges. ij:urrying in, he sprang up on the he bore :first one, then another of these,
table. .. and laid them across each other, in the
It was gloomy in that tree-invested' form of an X. He pressed them well into
house, even for Gib's sharp eyes. There· the earth, so that they would be hard to
fore, in a trembling fear almost too big for disturb. Perhaps he would keep an eye
his little body, he spoke a word that Jael on that spot henceforth, after he- had done
Bettiss had spoken, on her :first night of the rest of the things in his mind, to see
power. As had happened then, so it hap· that the cross remained. And, though he
pened now; the dark lamp glowed aHght. acted thus only by chance reasoning, all the
Gib pawed at the dosed book, and con· demonologists, even the Reverend Mon·
trived to lift its cover. Pressing it open tague SUmmers, would have nodded ap·
with ·one front foot, with the other he proval. Is this not 'the way to foil the
painstakingly turned leaves, more leaves, black wisdom of the Grand Albert? Did
and more yet. Finally he came to the page not Prospero thus inter his grimoires, in
he wanted. the :fifth act of The Tempest?
Not ~at he could read; and, in any case, Now back to the house once more, and
the characters were strange in their shapes into the kitchen. It was even darker than
THE WITCH'S CAT 19
the parlor, but Gib could make out a basin little boy who is prompted to an unfamiliar
on a stool by the moldy wall, and smelled recitation. "She's only trying to help." ·
an ugly pungency-]ael Bettiss had left Gib, moving silently as fate, crept to t11e
her mixture of powdered water after last back c;if the car. None of the three human
washing away her burden of false beauty. beings, so interit upon each other, saw him.
Gib's feline nature rebelled at a wet- "Get out of the car," persisted Jael Bet-
ting; his experience of witchcraft bade him tiss. "Get out, and look into the water.
be wary, but he rose on his hind legs and You will .forget your pain."
with his forepaws dragged at the basin's "Yes, yes," chimed in John Frey, me-
edge. It tipped and toppled. The noisome chanically. "You will forget your-·pain."
fluid drenchecj. him. Wheeling, he ran back ...
into the parlor, but paused on the doorstep. IB scrambled stealthily to the running~
He spoke two more words that he remem- G board, then over the side of the car
bered from Jael Bettiss. The lamp went and into the rear seat. He -found what he
out again. had hoped to find. Ivy Hill's purse-and
And now he dashed around the house open.
and through the brambles and to the quarry He pushed his nose into it. Tucked into
beyond. a little side-pocket ~as a q~rd, flat rec-
It lay amid uninhabited wooded hills, a tangle, about the size and shape of a visit•
wide excavation from which had once been ing-card. All normal girls carry mirrors
quarried all the stones for the village in their purses-all mirrors show the truth:
houses and pavements. Now it was full of Gib d:µnped the edge with his mouth, and
water, from many thaws and torrents. Al- struggled to drag the thing free. '
most at its lip was parked John Frey's "Miss Ivy," Jael Bettiss was command-
touring-car, with the top down, and beside ing, "get out of this car, and come and look
it he lolled, slack-faced and dreamy. At into the water of the quarry.;'
his side, doak~draped and enigmatically No doubt what would happen if once
queenly, was Jael Bettiss, her back to the Ivy Hill should gaze into that shiny black.
quarry, never more terrible or handsome. abyss; but she bowed her head, in agree•
John Frey's eyes were fixed dreamily upon ment or defeat, and began slowly to push
her, and her eyes were fixed commandingly aside the catch of the door.
on· the figure in the front seat of the car- Now or never, thought Gib. He made
a slumped, defeated figure, hard to recog- a little noise in his throat, and sprang up
nize as poor sick Ivy Hill. on the side of the car next to Jael Bettiss.
"Can you think of no way to end all His black-stained face and yellow eyes were
this pain, Miss Iv.y?" the witch was asking. not a foot from her.
Though she did not stir, nor glance behind She alone saw him; Ivy Hill was too sick,
her, it was as though she had gestured to- John Frey too dull. "What are you doing
ward the great quarry-pit, full to unknown here?" she snarled, like a bigger and fiercer
depths with black, still water. The sun, at cat thl!-n he; but he moved closer still, hold-
the very point of setting, made angry red ing up the oblong in his teeth. Its back
lights on th~ surface of that stagnant pond. was uppermost, covered · with imitation
"Go away," sobbed Ivy Hill, afraid with- leather, and hid the real nature of it. Jacl
out knowing why. "P!ease, please!" Bettiss was mystified, for once in her re-
'Tm only trying to help," said Jael Bet- lationship with Gib. She took the thing
tiss. "Isn't that so, John?" from him, turned it over, and saw a re-
"That's so, Ivy," agreed John, like a flection.
20 WEIRD TALES
She screamed. Jael Bettiss would no Longer drive him
The other two looked up, horrified from the home he loved~ He'd find food
through their stupor. The_scream that Jael some way, and take it back there each day
Bettiss uttered was not deep and rich and to eat. . . •
young; it was the wild, cracked cry of a With tongue and paws he began to r~·
terrified old woman. arrange his sodden fur.
"I don't .lpok like that," she choked out, John Frey, dear-eyed and wide awake,
and drew back from the car. "Not old- was leaning in and talking to Ivy Hill. As
ugly--" . for her, she sat up straight, as though she
Gib sprang at her face. With all four had never known a moment of sickness.
claw-bristling feet he seized and clung to "But just what did :happen?" she was
her. Again Jael Bettiss screamed, flung up asking.
her hands, and tore him away from his John Frey shook his head, though ill the
hold; but his soggy fur had smeared the stupidity was gone from his face and man·
powdered water upon her face and head. ner. "I don't quite remember. I seem to
Though he fell to ·earth, Gib twisted in have wakened from a dream. · B_ut are you
midair and landed upright. He had one all right, darling?"
glimpse of his enemy. Jael Bettiss, no mis· "Yes, I'm all right." She gazed toward
take-but a Jael Bettiss with hooked beak, the quarry, and the black water that had
rheumy eyes, hideous wry mouth and yel- already subsided above what it had swal-
low chisel teeth-'--Jae! Bettiss exposed for lowed. Her eyes were puzzled, but not
what she was, stripped of her lying mask frightened. "i was dreaming, too," she
.of beauty! I said. "Let's not bother about it." r
And she drew back a whole staggering She lifted her gaze, and cried out with
step. Rocks · were just behind her. Gib joy. "There's that old house that daddy
saw, and flung himself. Like a flash he owns. Isn't it interesting?"
clawed his way up her cloak, and with John Frey looked, too. "Yes. The old
both for~paws ripped at the ugliness he had witch has gone away-I seem to have heard
betrayed. He struck for his home that was she did."
forbidden him - Marco Bozzaris never ~vy Hill was smiling with excitement.
strove harder for Greece, nor Stonewall "Then I have an inspiration. Let's get
Jackson for Virginia. daddy to give it to us. And we'll paint it
Jael Bettiss screamed yet again, a screarp over and fix it up, and then-- . " She
loud and full of horror. Her feet had broke off, with a cry of delight. "I declare,
slipped on the edge of the abyss. She there's a cat in the car with me!"
flung out her arms, the cloak flapped from It was the first she had known of Gib's
them like frantic wings. She fell, and Gib presence.
.fell with her, still tearing and fighting. John Frey stared at Gib. He seemed to
The waters of the quarry c19seq over have wakened only the moment before.-
them both. ."Yes, and isn't he a thin one? But he'll
be pretty when he gets through cleaning
'GIB thought that it was a long way back himself. I think I see a white shirt-front."
to the surface, and a longer way to Ivy Hill put out a hand and scratched
shore. But he got there, a11d scrambled Gib behind the ear. "He's bringing us good
out with the help of projecting rocks. He luck, I think. John, let's take him ·to live
shook his drenched body, climbed back into with us when we have the house fixed up
the car and sat upon the rear seat. At least and move in."
· THE WITCH'S -CAT 21
"Why not?" asked her lover. He was what was being said about him and the
gazing at Gib. "He looks as · if he was house in the _hollow. There would be+ new
getting ready to speak." life there, joyful and friendly this time.
But Gib was not getting ready to speak. And he would be a part of it, forever, and
The power of speech was gone from him, of his loved home.
along with Jael Bettiss and her enchant- He could only purr to show his relief
ments. But he understood, in a measure, and gra~itu~e.
orcerer's Apprentice .
T HE weird legend of the Sorcer-
er's Apprentice, known to the
modern world by the poetry of
Goethe and the musk of Dukas, was re-
lated by Lucian in the Philopseudes. Here
of him. For this was a mystery which he
denied me, though in all things else he
were open.
"One day, hiding myself in a dark cor·
ner, I overheard his charm, which was but
is the legend, in Sir Thomas More's. trans· three syllables. He having appointed the
lation: bolt its business, went into the market.
When a certain Eucrates saw an Egyptian "The next day, he having some other
magician named Pancrates do many mar- appointment in the market, I taking the •
vels, he gradually insinuated himself into pestle and appareling it, in like manner
his friendship until he learned nearly all pronounced the syllables, and bid it fetch
his secrets. At last the magician persuaded me some water. When it had brought me
him to leave all his servants in Memphis a basin full, 'It is enough; I said, 'fetch
and accompany him alone, for they would no more, but be a. pestle again.' But it was
have no lack of servants; and from that so far from obeying me, that it ceased not
time (Eucrates sa!d) . thus we lived. to fetch water till it · had -overflown the
"When we came into an inn, he taking room. I, much troubled _at the accident,
the bolt of the door, or a broom or bar, and fearing lest if Pancrates return (as he
and clothing it, spoke a charm to it, and to did) he would be much displeased, took an
enable it to go, and in all things to resem- ax and cut the pestle in two. "Then both
ble a man. The thing going forth, would parts taking several buckets fetched water.
draw water, provide, and dress our supper, And instead of one, I had two servants.
and diligently wait and attend upon us. "In the meantime Pancrates came in, and
After his business was done, he pro- perceiving what had happened, trans~
nounced another charm, and turned the formed them into wood again, as they were
broom into a: broom again, and the pestle before I uttered the spell. Shortly after
into a pestle. This was an art which, he secretly left me, and vanishi9-g went ·J
though I labored much, I could not learn know not whither."
':lhe
ong of the Slaves
By MANLY WAI?E WELLMAN
What was ihat song thllt sounded through the night, ftlled 'tuith
sinister warning?--a tale of the slave trdde
ENDER paused at the top of the money was worth the making, to a Charles-
~
". • • there are a hundred tliings one has A POINT about four miles out
to know, which we understand and you don't, of Crispinville, a lean-looking
as yet. I mean passwords, arul signs, and
sayings which have power and eilect, and rabbit, with black - and - white
plants you carry in your pocket, and verses smudgings on the gray of his ears and Ion.:;
you repeat, and dodges and tricks you prac· hind legs, came flopping out on the pave·
tise; all simple enough when you know them,
but they've got to be known.•• :· ment and paused in full way of the car.
-Kenneth Grahame, Morgan Pitts put on the brakes, drew out
The Wind in the Willows a handkerchief and mopped the summer
36
THE DREADFUL RABBITS
heat from his flushed, seamed brow. He As the car stopped, someone came
said, with casual courtesy: "Howdy, Mis- out on the porch and waved a long arm,
ter Rabbit!" then hurried down to shake hands with
The animal immediately finished its Pursuivant.
crossing of the road, aod sat up in a tus· It was Ransome. He looked much im-
sock of grass, gazing while Pitts started the proved in health and spirits since Pur-
car again. Judge Keith Hilary Pursuivant, suivant had last seen him, at New York in
big and blond and bespectacled, returned early spring. The doctors had apparently
the gaze of those bulging black eyes. They sent him to the right part of the country
seemed to have a green flash in them. He to get over his nervous breakdown. He
made no remark, but appeared deeply in- was still gaunt, but there was color in his
terested, and he was. He had come all the fiat cheeks and sparkle in the dark eyes set
way to Crispinville for the very purpose deep under the bushy brows. Ransome
of learning about the custom of rabbit- was forty and looked younger, with a
greeting. square, shallow jaw and black hair and
After they rounded a curve and left the mustache like curls of astrakhan.-
, little town well out of sight, Judge Pur- "! saw your train come in, over yonder
suivant ventured his query: along the horizon," he told the judge,
"How old is that custom of speaking to "and I sat out·hcre to wait for Mr. Pitts
rabbits, Mr. Pitts? And how did it start?" to bring y~u back. Come on, both of you,
Pitts scratched his grizzled head. He and have a drink.•
was little and spry-looking, with a face as
red as a rooster's comb. "Dunno, Judge ~BY followed him into a pleasant
Pursuiv~ Ain't kept up much on things, front room, with ancient flower-figured
been pretty busy with my work. But I paper and white-painted woodwork, and
guess it's been goin' on since the Year massive old furniture that was older and
One. . . •.. He took a hand from the better preserved than any of them. Ran-
wheel and pointed ahead. "There's my some had set out a tray, with bottles,
place, up yonder, next to Hungry Hill. , glasses, and a bowl of cracked ice.
Your frierufs .rented a room there for you. "I thought that rabbit legend would
You and him are my only boarders this fetch you when I wrote to you about it,"
summer. '' he said to Pursuivant. "You collect such
A phrase had caught the judge's ear. things, don't you? Hard to believe-but
"Hungry Hill?" he repeated, and gazed at I've seen the bunny greeted on every road
the great green swelling, with its thatchy and path in Crispinville Township."
covering of evergreen brush and thicket. "Mr. Pitts here told me something about
"It doesn't look hungry." it," said Pursuivant. "Not much, though
"I think that's the old lnjun name. -not as much as I'd like to hear."
And there's a cave or pit, like an open "Nobody seems to know much abouE
mouth-" The driver broke off. "Well, it," Ransome said, pouring. "It's pretty
here we are, getting there." well a local thing. Over in the next
The house nestled comfortably at the county, people hadn't even heard of it-
foot of the big hill, with plump-looking said I was making it up. There's ice here,
trees around it-a house old and modest, gentlemen. Take it or leave it?"
but well built and well kept, with a stable "Take it," said Pitts, with relish.
and pam and rail-enclosed stock pen be- "Leave it," said Pursuivant, "and not
hind. much soda. • •• If you haven't any infor·
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mation, Ransome~ you must·have a theory. from his glas.>, "it ain't silly when it's a
You skeptics always have theories." township ordinance~you can't even hunt
Ransome poured whiskey and spurted rabbits."
soda into the glasses. "Hnnn," he said, "And there are no trivialities in life, as
"might be a Negro thing-this used to be Sherlock Holmes or somebody said,"
sla.ve teiritory. One storekeeper in Crispin'" · adck:d Pursuivant. "As Mr. Pitts sug-
ville thinks it may have come from the gests, there must be a good reason for
first English colonists; again, it might be making the rule, and for observing it as
Indian. But what keeps it so focal? Can't well."
you tell us, Pitts?" Ransome laughed loudly. His own
"Not me," said Pitts, his eyes on the drink had been long and strong, and he
d~wy glass held out to him. was at the bottom of it. "Time for me
They all drank. Pursuivant wiped his to do some missionary work," said he.
blond mustache. His spectacles were full Rising, he took two objects from the
of thoughtfQ.). lights. table.
"The rabbit's a great figure in folklore," They were the stock and barrels of an
he observed. "A witch named Julian Cox excellent shotgun, and they snicked
was tried in England in the 1660's, for neatly together in his knowing hands. He
turning into a rabbit. And Jules de Gran- grinned above the weapon. "It's summer,
din once told me that southern French and rabbit's aren't fit to eat, but just for
will tutn back from a day's work because a the sake of smashing a superstition-"
hare hopped across their trail-bad luck, And he fed two shells into the double
like a black cat." breech.
"Never heard th.at," rejoined Ransome. Pitts got up. "Better not do it, Mr.
"Of course, de Grandin's a fable-collector, Ransome. It's 'gainst the law."
like you. Of course, I read Unde Remus "I'll pay any fine, or whatever," laughed
when I was a boy-pl~nty of rabbit stuff Ransome.
there." Pursuivant also rose, and set down his
"And I used to carry the left hind foot empty glass. "I want to go back to town
of a graveyard rabbit for luck," contrib- and look into the community records. I'll
1
uted Pitts, sipping at his highball. leave my suitcase, and be back before sun-
Pursuivant was also turning over the down."
Uncle Remus tales in his }llind. They "Shall I run you back in the car?" of-
were impressive and sometimes grim, for fered Pitts.
all the bright humor of Joel Chandler "No, thanks. It's fine weather and
Harris. Br' er Rabbit, .seemingly so harm- lovely country, and only four miles. I'll
less and plausible, had tricked all the walk." Pursuivant turned to Ransome.
lar&er and fiercer creatures in self-defense, "Promise me you won't go rabbit-hunting
or for profit, or for mere cruel fun; hadn't until I return."
Br' er Wolf been deluded int<;> killing his "Oh, all right," Ransome agreed, and
own children, and Br' er Fox shunted into stood the gun in a corner. He saw the
a fire so that all his progeny looked singed, judge to the door.
down into the present day?
"Don't you _think," Ransome was say-
ing, "that you're paying too much atten- CRISPINVILLE was not the county
seat, but Pursuivant knew that there
tion to a silly little custom-a triviality?" would be a township trustee, a clerk and
"Hey," protested Pitts, taking his nose a constable. When he reached the ham-
THE DREADFUL RABBITS
let, he approved once again the well· covered with writing in rusty ink. At the
paint<;d old houses and the quaint little head of the first was printed in block let-
store5 with canopy-like arcades jutting ters, crude' and archaic but forceful:
out over the wooden sidewalk, admired
the square-steepled church that dominated RECORDES OF
YI! TOWN COUNOL OF CRISPINVILLE,
all. He estimated that what Pitts called FOUNDED Yis DAY Ye 14 JUNE,
"the Year One" for this community ANNO REGNII GEORGII II
would be well before the middle of the NONO
Eighteenth Century.
"There were settlers here before Daniel The ninth year of the region of George
Boone's time,•• he thought, and inquired II; Pursuivant cqmputed that it weuld be
for the home of the township clerk. Find· 1735 when Crispinville was founded as
ing it, he introduced himself. a formal community. The clerk let him
The clerk was a frail ancient named carry the documents into the dining-room
Simmons, who prided himself on having and spread them on the top of the table.
most of his teeth and needing no spec·
tacles. He was vague about old records, 'T'HE paper on which the records had
and only when Pursuivant pleaded did he l. been written was not of the best, and
pry into the clutter of files and trunks two centuries had made it brittle and tea·
that jammed a rear room of his house. tan; but the first clerk of the township had
"I been the Chrispinville clerk for forty· written fluently and in a good bold hand,
four years," he grumbled, "and nobody with all the underlinings and capitaliza-
never asked to see them original papers. tions of his age. There was a list of
Huh, they must be in this here oldest names, with official titles opposite, some
chest." half-dozen members of that original coun·
The oldest chest was very old indeed, cil. Then, as the .first item of history:
made of unpainted hard wood from which This day we, the Chosen Council of the
a covering of rawhide was all but rotted Town of Crispin11ille1 did pay to certain In·
away. Mr. Simmons probed and fiddled dians the Price agreed upon for the Lands
in the rusty lock with a brass key that whereon our Company will live and plant
and rcip . •••
might have gone with Noah's strong box,
once or twice calling on heaven to wit- The price was itemized, and Pursuivant
ness his displeasure that the guards did saw that, as usual in such matters, the In·
not turn; but then Pursuivant stepped to dians had all the worst of it-gaudy cheap
his side and lifted the lid with a creak of cloth, beads, rickety hatchets and knives,
the hinges-the lock had never been fas- one or two muskets and a horn of powder,
tened. Inside lay papers, yellow and and certain bottles of raw New England
dusty, tied into bun~es with antedilu- rum. The screed went on, and suddenly
vian-looking twine. Simmons examined Pursuivant was aware that, upon the very
one handful, then another. threshold of his researches, he had found
"Yep, these is the o~d records. Huh, the origin of the custom he was tracing:
the oldest bunch will be on the bottom, I
expect." He dug down, and brought up a • • • The Indians engaging on their Part to
sheaf...This is what you'll want, Judge." resRect our Rights a.rui l3oundaries and to
Pursuivant took the papers, unfastened keep the Peace. askiog only that we obsetVe
theit Manner of (as our Interpreter putteth)
the sb:ing, and carefully unfolded them to Gre6ting the Hue; that is. we shall not hunt
avoid breaking at the creases. They were Hares nor snare them, but upon meeting
40 WEIRD TALES
them, salute and bespeak them as apertly as • • . ancl did find him, at the Mouth of the
it were a Christian Map, and not a silly Cave near the Summit; and he had perished
Hare. miserably, of many small Wounds, so thick
'to this las~ certain of our Company did upon him that no Inch of his Skin remained
take Exception, and n()tably Capt. Scadlock, whole, nor did any Jot of his Blood remain
that such Custom was Childish and Fond; unto him. .And the Indians swore by their
but the Chief Person of the Savages, him false gods that he came to his Death for fail-
they call King Mosh, did bide firm, saying ing to greet the Hare, rather pursuing and
that the Rabbit was the Otolemon of their slaying Hares upon the Hill; which we took
People and sacred; and further that if we as meaning to say, that they themselves had
pledg~d not our Word to continue their slain the Captain. Wherefore, falling to our
Custom, they would never $ell the Land, be the· Arms••••
Price paid Ten Times Over. And finally the
Rev. Mr. Horton, our Minister of God, did The remainder of the account was un~
earnestly pray us to give over, shewing that
we had Precedent in that the First Missioa·
savory, and dealt 'Yith a one-sided con-
aries to Britain did respect and observe cer- flict. The dead Indians were scalped, it
tain Festivals and Useages of the old Heath- seems, and the prisoners taken all hanged.
en; saying further that, right so as we took A few survived and escaped the carnage.
pity of these simple Indians their Beliefs,
right so would they incline to stand our That had finished the savages in the vicin-
Friends. .And so it was agreed upon both _ity. Oply the name of the hill, and the
Sides, we all _signing our Names, saving only rabbit-greeting, remained to memorialize
Capt. Scadlock, and the Matter placed of
Record and made a Rule whereby to Govero them.
and guide the Town henceforth. At this moment, the clerk came in and
tapped his shoulder.
Pursuivant s~iled in his mustache as he "Judge," he said, "here's Morgan Pitts
r~d, a smile Qf schol3:r1Y relish. He could come to .find you."
see in his mind's eye that meeting, the Pursuivant looked up, his big forefinger
stark jack-booted colonists and the brown, m!lrking the place on the old sheet of
irisistent savages. King Mash-he had paper. Pitts came in, his eyes wide with
spoken out well for his people and faith, serious wonder. "Judge Pursuivant," he
even against Captain Scadlock, who un· said, "Mr. Ransome hasn't come back."
doubteclly was the chief of the colony's "Hasn't come back from where?'"
armed forces; and the minister, Mr. Hor· "He wertt hunting for a rabbit-"
ton, had shown rare tact and liberality- Simmons made a choking sound of pro-
perhaps, good man, he had hoped for con· test, and Pursuivant sprang to his feet,
verts among those Indians on whose be- quick as a cat for all his bulk. "Hunting
half he spoke. for a rabbit? He promised me-"
But that hope had been in vain, Pur- Pitts nodded glumly. "Yes, sir, I know
suivant saw as he read further in the rec- he did. But when you left, Mr. Ransome,
ords. Less than a year later there had been he took his gun and went out. Said he'd
a .fight, and it had gone against the In- be back in .fifteen minutes. But"-the
dians. The same clerk wrote: man's lips were quivering-"but he ain't.
• • • and a Searching Party, following the
I think, Judge, you better come.••
tracks of Capuin Scadlock upon the Second The old records of Crispinville, telling
Day after his Vanishment, did trace him to of superstition and pioneering and grim
that Hill which the Indians do call Gonto-
lah (that is, the HNngry Hill) ••• • battle, had cracked and crumbled in Pur-
suivant' s clenching hands. He laid down
"Hello!" muttered Pursuivant, half the remains.
aloud. "That's the hill back of Pitt's "Have you brought your car, Mr. Pitts?
place!" All right,_we'll drive back together."
THE DREADFUL RABBITS 41
read more than the essentials of the story
THE house was still empty when they
got there. Pursuivant moved away written in large tracks and small upon the
through the back yard, across a meadow soft, spumed earth. Pursuivant began
and among brush and small trees at the talking swiftly, pointing here and there.
foot of the hillside. It was as bright and "Look! Ransome stopped and, prob-
. hot as a tropical seashore. The judge's ably, aimed his gun. He was looking
blue eyes had found and followed the trail yonder, perhaps at that dark hollow place
of Ransome's tennis shoes. P~tts followed among those vine-grown saplings. The
just behind. rabbit must have stopped there." He
"It's bad stuff, hunting rabbits,.. he crossed over and peered. "Yes-see!
chattered. "Folks around here don't be- The tracks were turned toward Ransome.
lieve in it-and when people don't be- It stopped and turned on its heels, to look
lieve-" at him."
"It's best to string along with s.uch be- "Like it was mocking him," said Pitts,
liefs, I agree," finished Pursuivant for and swallowed hard.
him. "Look, Mr. Pitts. He found a rab- Pursuivant looked at the leaves behind
bit trail here-fresh." the tracks. They were mt to pieces by
They could see- that Ransome had squat- shot-Ransome must have fired both bar-
ted down above the pattern of little paw- rels at that rabbit as it sat up to gaze at
prints in the leaf-mold; his toes only made him. And then-
deep depressions, and beside them was the Pitts was down .on one Imee. "They
narrow oval where he had rested the gun- swarmed over him as he fired!" he cried
stock. Then he had risen and followed shakily. "Look, Judge-they rushed him
the game slantwise up the hill. Pursuivant from behind, right here!"
and Pitts went up after him, through drag- Pursuivant made a step and bent to pk:k
ging belts and tangles of brush, some of up something from a patch of leafy weeds.
it thorny. Pitts spoke again: "His gun!" he said, and snapped open the
"Look, Judge." He pointed with a breech.• "Both barrels were fired-he
knobby old forefinger to a whole clutter must have thrown it at them. Then he
of tracks. "More rabbits-Mr. Ransome's 'was unarmed."
hunting a mess of them." He returned to where Pitts kneeled.
The judge's shaggy head shQOk. 'Tm The flurry of tracks seemed to say that
afraid not. See here-some of the paw- Ransome had fallen, as under the impact
prints fall over Mr. Ransome's shoe-marks. of many missiles; what those missiles were
This bunch-flock-whatever you call a could be deduced from the strength of cer·
number of rabbi~s-it came along later. tain hind-leg marks, telling of how rabbits
Mr. Ransome is hunting only that first one had sprung straight upward a'nd at the
that made the lone trail." face or chest. The gun still in his hand,
"I see," said Pitts softly. ..I see; and Pursuivant stooped to make out what had
these other rabbits-ace-hunting Mr. happened to Ransome then.
Ransome!" Here were hand-prints, deeply driven,
as though weight bad been supported upon
his trail were the trails of his little adver- who stood cut off with their backs to the
saries, herding and harrying him, toward cave.
the dark opening among the v'IDes where Pursuivant' s big fists tightened on Ran-
he had seen and· fired upon the quarry some's shotgun. He would not throw it,
that was really a decoy. he told himself at once-clubbed, its
.. Poor Mr. Ransome," Pitts was saying. metal-shod butt would smash these little
"He should have obeyed the law-you got assailants to rags. But Pitts was trying an-
to respect things like that, or-" other weapon.
"Stay behind me," commanded Pur- With eyes and outstretched hanjls he
suivant, and bent, thrusting with the muz- addressed himself to the foremost of the
zle of the shotgun into the space among rabbits, the one that moved cautidusly but
the vines. steadily ahead of the press, like an officer
Within was empty gloom, for here the leading troops in an orderly advance. He
hill rose abruptly under a masking of spoke, audibly and with a tremble of fear:
herbage, and in it was a cave. "H-howdy, Mister Rabbit!" ,
"Gontolah-the Hungry Hill," remem- There was a momentary pause in the
bered Pursuivant. Yes, as Pitts had said, oncoming torrent of fur. A little eddy
this place looked like an open, starved showed, then a parting in the ranks. They
mouth, a lune-shape hole with a flat rim were making a way for Pitts to retreat
of rock above and another below, like gap- through them, and he needed not a mo-
ing lips. And sptnething was wedged in ment to make up his mind. He fairly
that mouth-like cavern. darted along that open lane, which closed
He forced himself to touch it. His fin- behind him. The expanse of frizzy backs
gers closed on a slack, damp wrist. With and upturned green eyes resolidilied, and
a heave and a scrape, he dragged the body above it Pitts looked back at Pursuivant.
into view. "Better say the words," he advised
Yes, it was Rli.ilsome, or what had been. huskily. "They're closing in on you."
Ransome. Pursuivant knew him by the
contours of that pounded, lacerated head,
by the leanness of the blood-boltered body THEY converged slowly and smoothly,
flowing like a puddle of grease-but
inside chopped-up rags. grease scummed over with fur and green-
Pitts whimpered as the thing came into black eyes, sprouting a meadow of ears.
the light. Pursuivant lifted the clubbed shotgun and
"Poor Mr. Ransome," he said again. set himself to strike. The leader-rabbit
"Now I know how-ah!" sprang suddenly at him. Pursuivant swung
Pursuivant whirled like a top at that the gun, as ·a batter strikes at a ball. He
final gasp of horror. He saw, too, what could not miss--but the weapon swished
Spencer had seen. thinly in the air, and the little sinewy body
The spaces among the bushes along struck him at the base of the throat. A
their back trail were full of rabbits, all moment later .tl)ore rabbits were springing
lean and gray with black and white blaz- at him-a dozen, a score, hundreds. His
ings on legs and ear-tips, and all a trifle flailing with the gun did not find a single
larger than ordinary. Every eye in that mark. He swayed under the bombard._
horde was turned upon the two men, and ment, but kept his feet-he was stronger
the eyes of meat-eating animals. They and bulkier than Ransome, he would take
were an army, moving concertedly and more battering ~o bring dowh-
purposefully upon the judge and Pitts, "Say the words, Judge!" Pitts's voice
THE DREADFUL RABlirrs
pleaded with him from beyond. "They "We're all right now. And this has
ain't real rabbits-they'll finish you!" happened before-all the folks say that
Fighting, clawing at the rain of buffets, the rabbits kill people near that cave.
Pursuivant found his mind turning from When some stranger drops out of sight,
the struggle to consideration of something the folks go look for them and bury them
else. What had the Indian, King Mosh, -it ain't thought strange any more-I'll
called the rabbit? Ototemon. Strange get a couple of men from town to help me
word. But with a familiar sound ... sud- bring back Mr. Ransome-"
denly he saw blue expanse, fringed with Pursuivant was content to leave it at
green. The sky among the treestops that. Later he would write and make an
looked into his face, for he had come inquiry of Dr. Trowbridge, de Grandin's
down upon his back. The rabbits had friend and fellow-scholar of the occult.
felled him. They were swarming around
and upon him, their feet striking like great
raindrops, incessantly and with precision TROWBRIDGE'S letter came after the
judge had returned to New York.
-a rhythm that sapped his strength and My Dear Pursuivant:
his consciousness-again and again, on The meaning of the word ototemon should
the same places. betray itself because of the familiarity of its
How could he escape these airy blows corruption-totem. It's Algonquin and, as
well as I can establish, means a local sacro-
and kicks? There seemed one way to sanctity, generally embodied in some animal.
crawl along-but it would lead to the A tribe or clan or community would claim
cave, where Ransome had been. And once that such animals were in reality the rcin-
q.rnated spirits of dead ancestors, and full of
caught there, they'd have him. They'd supernatural power for good or evil.
dance upon him forever and forever, until I was sorry to hear about Ransome's death.
he died, torn and bled to death by un- Why are you so mysterious? De Grandin
joins me in inviting you out to Huntingdon,
countable strokes-it would be like the to tell us about it. We have a strange story
falling of water upon a Chinese victim of or two of our own that might intrigue you.
the old drop-death- Yours, etc.,
"Say the words! " beseeched Pitts tear- And Trowbridge's almost indecipher-
fully, his voice faint as an echo. "Say able signature wound it up.
the words-howdy-" Pursuivant laid down the letter and rea-
Ototemon-the term meant something soned himself out of any sense of defeat.
sacred to the Indians. And the minister, He had wanted to respect the custom from
Mr. Horton, had gone on record as say- the first, had blamed Ransome for defy-
ing that the honest faith of savages could ing it. Mr. Horton, the long-dead minis-
be respected, must be respected- ter of Crispinville, had felt the same. "We
Somehow he got upon his feet, and had precedent in that the first Mission-
lifted his hands as Pitts had done. aries to Britain did respect and observe
"Howdy," he mumbled thickly. "Howdy, certain festivals . .. •11 It might be heathen
Mister Rabbit." to greet a rabbit, yet it was part of formal
And he stumbled and staggered away. and sincere religion. And when you were
Nothing prevented him. Pitts's hand in Crispinville, you should do what the
caught his arm, supporting him. He was Crispinvillagers did.
safe, being led downhill. Judge Pursuivant decided not to feel
"Who'll believe?" he was saying to him- fouled by his experience. Only he would
self. "Who'll believe? .•." never look at a rabbit again, and keep his
"Don't worry, Judge," Pitts replied. heart (rom thumping nervously.
'"T'he Case of Charles Dexter Ward"'"-' l0VECRAFT e SEABURY QUINN,
NOVll CLARK ASHTON SMITH
If yo11 should speak in the qJoods
of Amasookit, your words are
clothed with flesh and blood. So
the Indians believed. •••
'Yhe·
alf-Haunted
By GANS T. FIELD
Would YOU la1gh if ·somethir;g followed you aJ,J ar01tnd your ho_·me~
· something cold and sneaky, that wasn't even there'
when you t11rn.ed your head?
I went into a house, and it wasn't a Pursuivant o£ten has trouble finding time
house. -A .. A. MILNE. to do what he most wants. The fall passed,
the winter came. He spent Ohristmas, not
QR six months Judge Pursuivant had very Joyfully, helping th·e widow of a ·
intended to visit that old dwelling friend repossess some property at Salem.
with the s·trange history, but Judge
' .
New Year's Eve found him at Harrison-
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84 WEIRD TALES
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ville, where de Grandin and Towbridge place. You see, I built where Criley·s Mill
wanted his word on translating certain old was-just finished and moved in on
Dutch documents better left untranslated. Thanksgiving-look here, won't you come
Heading west and south toward l1is home, in? I'm sorry if I was abrupt. Just
he passed Scott's Meadows. _A nd, though nerves. - 1 didn't know who might be com-
it was nearly dark and snowy, he could ing to my door-so far away from every-
not resist the opportunity to visit Criley' s thi,ng-" -
Mill then and there. His gaunt little hand caught at Pursuiv-
1
A druggist on the little main street ~ve ant's ·big one.. ''Come in, sir. Or-wait.
him directions. The judge drove up a steep It's putting on to snow. I 've got a dou·ble
ill-paved road, then between hills crowned garage around back. Want to slide your
wiibh naked trees. Eventually he came to an car in with mine? Then we'll have a drink.
old quarry road and followed it to here, Maybe a bite to eat."
across a rapid brown ;brook, a creaky bridge
1 He wanted Pursuivant to stay. The
led jto the place. judge gazed at him with big blue eyes, de-
By the last rays of the sun, he decided ceptively innocent., Then he nodded and
he had either come the wrong way or come said, ttThanks. I'll be very glad to stay."
too late.
He had heard of a tall, gaunt building, AFTER stowing the car, he returned
the '!uins of a mill house-a place two hun- through the snow. T he little man still
1
dred years old, that looked two thousand. waited at the door to usher hi·m in. uWhat
This was almost the opposite-quite new, did you say your name was?"
of ·brown shingles, low and rambling) with The judge had not said, but he replied,
a screened porch and wide windows. The "Pursuivant. Judge Keith Pursuivant. I'm
place should have been cheerful, but it interested in haunted houses.''
was not. ''And I'm Alvin Scrope~ountry editor,
Pursuivant drove -across, got out and retired, bachelor.' ' They were in the front
knocked at ·t he door. Snow began to shim- room now, a room designed to answer a
mer down. Lights went on in the front man's prayer for comfort. It had cushioned
room, and a maa opened the door. He vtas furniture, thick rugs, bright pictures,
s:m all and slim, with a gray fore lock and a plenty of light, a shelf of books. But, as
lined, shrewd face, reminiscent of the late outside, the cheer was somehow lacking.
Will Rogers., He wore a smoking jacket "You'll have to pardon me," said Alvin
and slippers. Scrape. ttMy house boy left here New
((Yes?' ' he half challenged. Year's eve, and I'm running the place
''Excuse me,' ' replied Pursuivant, hunch. . alone for a day or so."
ing his massive shoulders, but is this
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From a side table be lifted a bottle of
Criley's Mill? The haunted house?'' scotch and a syphon. Mixing two high-
0
Hannted?'' echoed the man on the balls, he gave one to Pursuivant. ttSnow's
th·reshold. ((Why, I-I don't know . '' .coming down harder. You'd better plan to
There seemed to be only one thing to stay the night."
say . Pursuivant shook snow.flakes from his Pursuivant laid aside overcoat and black
tawny mustache and said it: ttl'·m sorry to hat. uYou are very kind,'' he said, won-
have troubled you. I seem to have made a dering why he had been half-rebuffed at
. k ,,
m1sta ·e. .first, then almost wheedled into entering.
At once the other changed his n1anner. Alvin Scrope dabbed at his forelock.
uOh, no, sir. No mistake . .This was the ttYes, sir," he said) trying to sound
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hearty, HI built this right where the old Sc,.-ope went on :
_mill stood. How ·d·you like it?'H "New York ha.cl quite a. few Hessian
The Judge fitted his big body into an soldiers stationed around__Jhired t~ fight
armchair, and sipped. "I don't quite know the Americans, you know.' '
yet. l~ve only come.. How do you like it Again Pursuivant nodded. His Vir-
youtse·1.f, M -r.. Serope.?'' ginia ancestor -had followed Washington
Another dab at the forelock. "To tell in the battle of Trenton.
., uThe Hessians
the truth, I don't know either." He, too, weren't v~ry fierce fighters, " he com. .
drank before con,~i11ui11g. '(Maybe_because mented. -
I've never had a place of my own before . . ttThere was an exc~ion to that rule,''
And i~ve been used to working, always on Scrope declared pithily. ttStill taking notes,
the go with my paper-now I'm a little Judge?-I can't tell you this particular
lost with all the slack time on my hands. Hessian's name, but it comes down in
You know how that is. But when I first the story how he looked. Big as you, I
saw the spot, wi·th the ruined mill and all, figure. Burly. He was a famous hunter
stuck away here, I thought it was as nice back home in Germany. Maybe a criminal, '
a building site as I'd ever heard of.'' joining the army to escape- Anyway, he
"I've been told a little about the mill could beat the Americans at their own
1
and its legend~ " ventured Pursuivant, ru1n- game of hunt and shoot.''
maging a J?OCket for his pipe. At once his ''That's hard to believe," rejoined Pur~
host began the tale, as Pursuivant had suivanit. "Some of Washington's men
hoped: were hard-set old Indian fighters."'
tCThe place, I understand, was built be- uThis Hessian outdid the Indians. He· d
fore the - War of Independence. It was strip naked-even in winter-and paint ·
owned and run by a man named Criley. himself like a Mohawk and sally out to
He had a wife, a son and a daughter.'' kill.. He was a dead shot, and a devil with
"Mind if I take notes?" asked Pursuiv- sword or ha;tchet or knife.,, Scrope pa.used
a.nt, producing note·book and pen. ttGo on, to bite the end off a cigar. uHe could track
Mr. &rope." or .stalk anything, and he'd fight two sol·
"Well, the war came. The miller and diers at a time. Sometimes more. He raided
his son joined Washington's army. The farms and murdered civilians, even w9me11
Bri~ish took New York, and there was a and children. Quite a score he ran up."
long, hard scrap to see whether they'd stop Scribbling in his book, rhe judge could
there or take the rest of the country, too." see in his mind one of .th<JSe f ancy-por-
-..J
lots of newer yams. A girl from Scott's Pursuivant set down glass and pipe, and
Meadows yonder stayed one night ten stood up. Scrope also rose from his chair.
years ago, on a dare. Next morning she In so doing he moved backward and stood
was roaming around, too crazy to talk.'' almost by the darkened door that led to
~'And you bought the place?" . the rear of the house. Pu·r suivant began
HYes. Tore down the old mill house, solemnly:
and rebuilt on its foundations. Shouldn,t uAll ye evil ~pirits, I forbid you this
that lay any ghosts, Judge Pursuivant?'·, mants bed, his couch; I forbid you, in
t'Most rebuilders prefer to burn the heaven's name, his house and home; I for·
haunted place entirely," said the judge. bid you, in lhe name of God, his blood
"'Ho\yever, .t hat depends on how much and flesh, his body and soul. Let all evil
they believe in ghosts. I take it that you return from him and his, unto you and
don't laugh at these stories." you·rs, in the name· of the Trinity.>' ·
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He finished, and &rope's face showed open doorway for a bathroOm at the left,
a sudden th·a nkful relief-which went out and t\'VIO closed doors to the right. He
like a light. Scrope's thin body suddenly asked about them.
gyrated, reeled. His mouth opened, shout- "Bedrooms," replied Scrape, steadying
. 0
mg: his voice. Want a light?"
. "Let go! Let go!'' "No, thanks." Pursuivant entered the
hall.
:HE staggered backward t<> the door,
turned halfway and braced himself JT WAS like stepping into a fog-into
aga-inst the jamb. He seemed to struggle the vapor, for inst.a.nee, of many damp,
with something beyond. Pursuivant sprang filthy coa.its in a sealed closet. Pursuivant
toward him, and at that instant Scrope was snorted, and walked quickly through to
walking shakily back toward the center of the kitchen, turning on a light. Breathing
tthe room. His eyes were glassy, his lips was comfortable there.. The sweat dried
slack, his face pale. on~ his brow an<l his tawny mustache.
'~Thpught it had me,'' he panted. •tAll dear?'' Scrope was asking. .
uWlhat?" demanded Pu;rsuivant, quickly USo far." The judge gazed around the
pouring whiskey. clean white kitclien, with automatic re . .
"Didn't you see? That big thing with frigera:tor and electric range. It was the
a naked arm-and no eyes- 0
most reassuring room so far.. He walked
t'Drink this. I saw nothing.', back into the hal~, then into the rear bed..
&rope drank obediently. Color returned room.
a little. He spoke rapidly, as one who con· uThat's my room," &rope informed
vinces himself of a ho_peful fact: ttMy hiffi, from the parlor door.
0
imagination ran away with me, didn't it? Pursuivant waite·d only a moment in the
, '-'Did it?'J chaml)er, which filled the rear quarter O'P"'
Pursuivant filled Scrope"s glass again. posiite t:he kitchen. Tihen into the hall yet
Plainly Scrope was trying to save his nerves again; to glance into the b3.!throom. It was
by chatter. "Oh, it's quite clear, Judge. a fight to throw off the smothering spirit·
1
I've keyed up my imagination to what ual weight hanging in the dim atmosphere.
seems like reality. I was sure some sort of Finally to the closed door of the front bed-
0
boogey-but if you didn't see it- room. "Who sleeps here?" he asked, hand
"If I didn't see it," Pursuivant took up on knob.
&rope's words, uthere is still no proof
1
"You will, if you stay tonight/~ &rope
that it doesn't exist." replied, and the judge entered.
Scrope looked blank, and Pursuivant . In the fi rst instant he thought he had
1
continued, ttl take nobhing for granted. bee·n struck--Jhis knees wavered, his brain
This looks like jthe beginning of one of my
1
swam and darkened. T·he wa:lls-weren't
advenhtres.'' they ruinous, flaking away?-whirled
'tBut look here!'' Scrope suddenly went around him in the gloom. But he kept his
a little wild in his speech. "You wete re- feet and his head, groped for the light
citing a spell against just that sort of switch, turned it.
thing. Why should~it----Oare to tackle-" He bad been wrong. The room was
1
-UDesperation. To stave off defeat. Wait quite modern, er.earn-papered, and should
here.'' be bright; but vhe light was as murky as
He Y'en-t to the inner door and peered. though it shone through smoke.· A neat
Th·ere was a dim hallway to a kitchen, an
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single bed, a bureau, ap armchair-how
88 WEIRD TALES
could that arrangement cause such a deep simple but hearty~ham, eggs, home-fried
shadow in the far corner? Or was it a potatoes, strong coffee. They ate at a
shadow? white-topped ·table. Pursuivant acted as
The weight he had felt in the hall was though fear had not come to him that
doubled here, crushing him as a diver is night.
crushed by sea-bottom pressures. The ''I suggested that the Hessians weren't
switch dicked, though Pursuivant had not good figl;iters," he observed, holding out
touched it. T·he light went out abruptly. his cup, "but they were Germanic-and
Something pawed at him through the Germany has been the home of witches
darkness . . A hand~he saw it dimly, but and devils. Read Faust, read Phantas-
not its arm. Was there an arm? Pursuiv- magoria, read tl1e Brothers Grimm. And in
ant jerked away, but refused to retreat. a file of Old New York-out of print
Now a face hung in the thick dusk-a now--.-1 found a story of how two Hessian
head; ~yway,
for he made out the contour soldiers bewitched a Man·h attan farmer."
only, not the features. But it must have a ''True sto·ry?''
mouth. For he f e1t a fanning of tepid C(It' s in the reminiscences of George
breath·, heard a mumble that became a Rapaelje. That's a respected name in old
word of sorts: New York history. Rapaelje claims to
. "Raus . ..." have seen it happen. Yes, and other Hes-
German.. Get out! sians-settling in Pennsylvania and New
Pursuivant stared at th~ hanging oval, Jersey-worked magic . "
trying to .find eyes to fix ,with his own. tcOf course. Look at that Headless
Now another touch, at his shoulder. Light Horseman yarn of Irving's," contributed
this time. Fluffy. Another voice, so soft &rope. ctJudge, you've got somethi:0g. If
as to be felt rather than heard:
1 that spell you recited_,__! wish you hadn't,
ttNo ... stay ... you came LO save....,,
~
for it didn't work."
The featureless head became more solid, Pursuivant looked· earnestly at Scrope.
and a suggestion of body was visible be.. "I didn't finish. It must be said three
neath-thick, as big as Pursuivant' s own times, an hour apart." He drew out a thick
body. Wide-pl.anted columns that might gold watch. ''And an hour has passed,
be mist-"inoulded legs. Again: uRaus!" or nearly . "
Pursuivant backed from the room, leav- Quite steadily, if not casually, he walked
ing the door open. He was in the parlor into the hall. Scrope came just behind.
again, wiping his face. He felt better. Again Pursuivant felt the baleful weight
Scrope, mixing more drinks, looked at and closeness. U11flaunted, he began to
him questioningly. c'You felt it too, huh?" recite for the second time:
"I felt something. For a moment I ~~All ye evil spirits, I forbid you this
saw.'' The judge paused to marshal his man's bed, his coucli; I forbid you, in
findings. ''Who h~s ever slept in that front heaven's name, his house and home; I
bedroom?'' forbid-"
('Nobody. · The house-boy--before he It had come heavily, noiselessly, out of
left-had a lean-to off the kitchen. You're the front bedroom. A hunch.backed hulk
inaugurating my guest room tonight, judge. of it, tlmt straightened and showed itself
Here, have a drink." as taJI and powerful as Pursuivant.
They touched glasses and drank. Then The judge knew amazement, complete
t11ey crossed the heavy-aired hall to the but rational. Even in the half..Jight, he
kitchen. Scrope quickly cooked a meal, made out only a silhouette, roughly human,
THE HALF.HAUNTED 89
vague at the edges-clothed or naked, he his tawny head. ttNo chance of that,
could not say. As before, a faceless head &rope. People who .see thiags don't see
lifted itself on broad shoulders. Only the the same things at the same time."'.
fingers of the -hand were distinct. They & 'tGroup-hypnotism,'' began Scrope, as ·
sprea.d, advanced. Thus his eyes summed though the word might be a comfort, but
up, while he kept reciting the exorcism, again Pursuivant gestured a demur.
down to its end: "I believe in nlany strange things,
''-all evil return from him and his Scrope, but not in that. D:on't go back into
.unto you and yours, in the name of the the hall. Sit here, in the kitchen. I begin
Trinity.,, to understand-to guess, at least."
It blundered forward, clutching. They sought their chairs. Pursuivant
The doorway was no place to· fight in, faced the door.
not even if the foe were normal. Pursui- '~he old_ familiar situation, worn
-v ant .retreated, quickly and lightly for all threadbare by writers of fantasy,'' he pro-
his ·bearlike weight. Behind him, Strope nounced. ''The murdered one haunts the-/
had run whimpering -to the back door, tried place of his destruction.'" He stared hard
to tear it open without unlocking. int<? the hallway, wondering if he had
ttCome on!" _Scrope was crying. "We'll really seen a stir of movement there.
get out of here_!" "Anyway, it's here-spiteful and harmful,
"Wait!" called Pu·rsuivant in reply. able to attack-,,
''Look!;, And Scrope paused and turned ttThatts right," nodded Scrope, sighing.
back. '~He appeared to me, then you, then to
.. The thing's gone," said Pursuivant. both of us."
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It vanished before my eyes as I re- ttWhich brings us to point number two.
treated . '' The spell is going to work.,, .
He clasped bis big hands behind his &rope glanced up in almost prayerful
back, scowling. Something was wrong eagerness. uYou're sure?,.
here; absolutely unconventional-for there •tN,o t quite sure of an~g in life or
is a certain unconventionality about de- death, but this thing's desperate. It's tty·
mons and their ways. ing to fight us. I gather, from what you
How o£ten did the old books say th3rt tell me, that it never manifested itself so
the best way to quell a specter is to face strongly before-"
it dauntlessly? Yet here was the exact- Sct"Qpe was nodding eagerly. nSure. It's
reverse~ The foe had faded only when he been around here, a sort of edgy a:tmos-
and Scrope fled. He glared at the empty phere that drove my house-boys away-
-hall, as though to read there an answer to but nothing like this. As you say, it's
the enigma. playing the game for keeps now."
But the hall was not empty. In it was ttlt's in danger," replied/ Pu·rsuivant, his
anol1her pale suggestion. of shape, slender ,blue eyes remaining fixed on the hallway.
this time. And the softer voice he had ttSo are_we. But iit' s a.lone in its fight, and
sensed in the bedroom: we have friends."
uAgain-again-" uFriends?" echoed Scrope.
It, too, vanished. "I saw another shape, or near-shape.
Scrope drew alongside of Pursuivant, Twice. It doesn't threaten. It pleads. It
peering. ccJudge, were you and I seeing wants us to go ahead and win.''
things? Both of us?'' Scrope gazed at Pursuivant. ''I think I
Pursuivant actually grinned, and shook saw it, too. But if it~s a ghoSt-''
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90 WEIRD TALES
uDon't you realize that a ghost might in a smaller rectangle, 'which took a middle
want release? And others beside the slice of the square.
Hessians found a tragic death here. Two uYes. That's about like it/' nodded
women, didn't you saJl-1 heard a voice Scrope. ''What are you getting at?''
ask for the final repetition of my spell. c'Don't you see, man?" cried Pursuivant,
Again, it said.n almost roughly. 'tThat basement shows
uwe-ell-" began Scrope uncertainly. the limits of the old house-narrow and
t'The spirits of those two women are high, just as this new one is broad· and
here, too,,, said Pursuivant confidently. low. The spirit haunted the old place.
~'The evil of the place is too strong to let Your house takes in that original territory,
them escape, even though they' re dead." arid some new ground as well.''
ttJudge!" gasped Scrope, very pale. He He threw down the pen.
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swallowed twice, and continued: You're only half haunted, Scrope."
''You realize ~omething? If something Understanding dawned into the little
happens to us-" man's face. He sprang to his feet. He
''Exactly,'' agreed Pursuivant, vecy began a glad jabber:
steadily. uWe' cl be caught, too. For aJl ttThat changes everything. We're safe.
eternity. I realize it perfectly . .That is why If we don't go in there-''
we must push this thing through to the "Oh, but we're going in there."
end-and win." Scrope lQOked wide-eyed, scared. Pur·
He rose once again and went to the suivant elaborated: .
door. Foot on the sill, he leaned ever so ·'The last recital of the spell will take
narrowly in. Then he drew quickly back, place right in that thing'~ den--:---right on
like a spectator from the cage of an angry his own dunghill, so to speak. We,11 des~
beast. troy him foJ;ever, where he can't seek
"Still here," he reported. HReady for refuge from us."
us. lit, too, knows that the showdovm's at
hand."
Scrope studied the doorway, eyes and
A· GAIN an hour was passed. The tWo
rose from their chairs in the kitchen.
lips hard. llI've got a theory. It stays in ~
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It's time," said Scrope, looking at his
that part of the house, the middle part. wrist watch.. "Judge, must I come in there
Might it live in the cellar?" wirh you?''
ttWhy?'' asked Judge Pursuivant. ~'You must,'' Pursuivant assured him.
'~Because the cellar__.the old basement "Into that front bedroom.. The creature
-lies only under the bathroom and tl1e must face his final exorcism.''
hall and that guestroom, with only a bit He walked to the hall, and in. Scrope ·
lapping under parts of the kitchen and-" kept close be'hiµd, on feet that sounded
uBy thunder, you have it!" interrupted amazingly heavy fo'r so small a body. They
Pursuivant excitedly. stood together in ~he hall's dimness.
While Scrope stared, the judge fished It was no longer the hall, new and nar•
his pen from his vest pocket. He began to row and f resh-pairited in light color. It
sketch, on the table-top. was a corner of -sometlhing else.
"See here,'' he lectured as he drew. Despite the gloom, Pursuivant could see
uYour house is sprawling-great big plainly that the walls had somehow fallen
rooms, making a wide base, like this." He away. He stood as in a wide and ruinous
outlined a square. "And the cellar is apartment, with shattered windows e~tend
rather centrally located, so." He marked ir g almost to the high ceiling. The half-
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rotted Boor boards were strewn with "All ye evil spirits, I forbid you this
rubbish, like plaster fall en away from an- man's bed, his couch-"
cient laths. Wind-there was surely wind The blue light dimmed. The shape rose
here, in fue very center of Scrope, s snug and came toward them.
home. Yes, wind, blowing through the "&rope,,. muttered Pursuivant, between
cracks in this big wrecked- place to which phrases of his f onnula. "Lights-tum
J...L ,,
they had somehow be·en wafted. . . . u1em on-
uJudge, breathed &rope, ttl know.
0
He put himself where the approaching
This is the old mill~it looked like this, shape would find him. "I forbid you, in
before they tore it down-'' heaven,s name-" he continued.
t'Quiet,'' bade Pursuivant. He moved in Strong hands seized him, hands as cold
the direction where he remembered the as ma.rsh ice. He had a sense of filth and
front bedroom's door to be. It was before ferocity being hurled at him. He fought
him now---he felt its knob under his hand back.
though he could not see it. Hinges creaked.
They could walk farther into the room that UDGE KEITH PURSUIVANT was
had been part of the razed mill. J big, strong and cunning, but here was
Again things were changed to their eyes. his match. It worked those cold hands to
A sort of blue·green light, such as filters his throat, striving to shut off his breath and
down to the botto~ of deep water, showed the words he spoke. He heard it panting
them spacious floor,- high ceiling, great and snarling, like the unknown animals of
1Vindows--but no more · in ruins. The which one drCams. His own fists struck
room was suddenly f res h, solidly built, a
1
for that featureless face, battering it back·
room for living.. Painted plaster, broad ward upon its cloudy shoulders, but the
white sills and jambs, some furry pelts thing wrestled closer and closer, trying to
spread like rugS----and furniture. Even in throttle him.
the weird soft glimmer, Pursuivant knew ''The lights- won't work!" &rope was
valuable antiques when he saw them. screaming.. He struck a match, set it to
Yonder table was such-dark, stout, gleam- a scrap of paper he whisked out of his
ing. The chairs, too. The table was spread pocket. This little torch he held aloft.
with white linen, set with silver and china.. The rosy light dominated the blue, and
And somebody--somcthing-was seated Scrope saw plainly the thing that Pursui-
there, as if to eat. vant grappled. He screamed lou<ler, and
The Hessian--of course. Ot what had
• I
dropped the blazing paper. It floa.ted side-
been the Hessian. wise, into some sort of a wall hanging. A
It faced them across the table. Now stronger _flam·e leaped up. Pursuivant
Pursuivant knew where the watery glow caught the hard, chill wrists of his enemy
come from. and tore himself free. ·
That semi-sht11pe exuded it, like touch- ''-unto you and yoms, in the name of
wood. He could dimly make out a clari- Trinity!" he finished.
fication of outline and detail-a dress Then he wheeled abruptly, seized and
coat of ancient British style, powdered lifted Scrope> and hurried him away. They
hair, elegance strangely out of place found themselves in the parlor, the room
upon such a ·brute body. The most light they had known before. Behind them
came from around the head, which still flames gushed and roared, like a blast fur-
did not have a face. nace.
Pursuiva.n t began to recite once more: &rope, set on his feet again, seemed
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ready.to faint. Pursuivant shook sense and Thank _yoaJ Pursuivan,t felt gentle cries
steadiness back into him . of joy, more in his heart than in -his ears.
PCome on,'' he ordered. HKeep mov- Thank you-
ing.. Oqtside. This place is burning like They were gone.
a wicker basket.'' Scrope, too, had been aware of that
passing. t'I guess,'' he ·v entured, t'th-at the
THEY reache~ the outside; and ~rsui- spirits of those poor WOffi:en are set free.,.
vant let Alvin Scrope lean against a From ,t he heart: of the red ~age of flame
tree for suppOrt. He himself hurried to that now possessed all the house came sud ..
the do·u ble garage. He started and brought denly a SOUf:ld-a shout, a roar, a scream- ·'
out :first one, then the Other of the cars, recognizeable as human and m~culine.
parking them at a point safe from any Scrope faltered and swore. ''That-was
flying sparks_or embers . the Hessian?" ..
He returned to his companion. The ''It is what was the Hessian,'' agreed
fia.Qles now burs,t from the open parlor Pursuivant) gazing at the fire.
wind9ws, licking at the clapboards and
1 Another peal of sound. Full of horror
shingles outside. Snow fell but scantily, -full of agony. ~
barely enough to make .a hissing in the "Why does he stay?,, quavered Scrope.
heat. '°Those others thanked us for setting ·them
Sqope shook himself, like a dog com- free-why does he hang on there until he's
oot
ing of water.. He was getting command burned ·dear loose from-'' He broke off.
over his f ear<~bling spirit. ttI know," he said, gaining command of
CtHadn't we better get to a phone some- himself again.
where?" he suggested. HThere's a volun- Pursuivant turned toward him. "What,
teer fire departinent in town-'' then.:> "
"No/' said Pursuivant. "No fire de- ''The women were killers-yes. But
. parttiients. Let that house burn to the they killed for a good purpose. They knew
ground." they'd find some kind of happiness naw
ttTo the gro:un,d?" Scrope's face looked that they're not held here.. But," and
stronger in the red light. '<yes, .of course. ' Scrope, too, faced the fire, · ttthe other
Yo?-' re exactly right. No more ghosts after thing has nothing l,ike that to expect. H e
fire. I can build again." hangs onto the burning den. Because, when
uBuild, and be at peace. Let it bum, I he leaves, it'll be for~for-"
say. We'll drive the cars to Scott's Mead- "Something much worse," finished Pur- .
ows, and stay f).t the little inn there. And suivant for him.
t01I1.orrow you can come and stay with me Once again the suffering voice mounted
at my home until you catch hold of your up and shook the night. Then it died to
affairs again.'' a wail, a rattle, it died to nothing. J,t was
ctThanks. I will." silent.
·They fell silent. In the darkness, no The flames Happed like banners of vic-
longer so chilly, came a rustle of passing. tory. They seemed cleaner -· and more
.
A semi-shape-two semi-shapes-glided Joyous.
swiftly .by, like _puffs of smoke from the Pursuivant and Scrope suddenly, shook
house. hands.
.
~ere lies our Sovereign Lord the King, ES, Jack Wilmot wrote so concern·
' Whose word no man relies on;
'Who never said a foolish thing~
Nor ever did a wise one.
-Proffered Epitaph on Charles II
Y ing me, and rallied me, saying these
lines he would cut upon my monu-
ment; and now he is dead at thirty-three,
while I live at fifty, none so merry a mon-
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester arch as folks deem me. Jack's verse makes
,(1647-1680} me out a coxcomb, but he knew me not in
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my youth. He was but four, and sucking rnents-gray doth breeches, a leathern
sugar-plums, when his father and I were doublet, a green jump-coat~while that my
fugitives after Worcester. Judge from this friends smeared my face and hands with
story. if he rhymes the truth of me. chimney-soot. Then fo.rewclls, and I gaye
I think it was then, with the rain soaking · each gentlemin a kcep·sake-a ribbon, a
my wretched borrowed clothes and the buckle. a watch, Jnd so fon~· ard. I remem·
heavy tight plough-shoes rubbing my feet bered, too, my image in a mirror, and it
all to blisters, that I first knew consciously was most unkingly~a tow~ring, swarthy
how misery may come to kings as to vaga- young man, ill-d.id. ill·faced. One of the ·
bonds. E'gad, I was turned the second be- staunch Penderals b:lde me name myself, .
fore I had well been the first. Trying to and I chose to be Cllkd \~ill Jones, a wan-
think of other things than my present sorry derin,g woodcutter.
state among the dripping trees of Spring Will Jones! 'Twis 2n eJsy name and
Coppice, I could but remember sorrier ~omfortable. For the nonce I was hap- .
things still. Chiefly came to mind the Wor- pier with it than with Charles Stuart, Eng-
cester fight, that had been rather a cutting land's king and son of th.it other Charles
down of my poor n1en like badcy, and who had died by Cromwell's axe. I was
Cromwell's Ironside troopers the reapets: heir to bitter so.crow and trouble and mys·
How could so much ill luck befalJ-l.auder· tery, in my youth lost a..'1.d hunted and
dale's bold folly, that wasted our best men friendless as any strong thief.
in a charge? The mazed silence of Leslie's The rain was steady and weary. I tried
Scots horse, the first of their blood I ever to ask myself what I did here in Spring
heard of before or since who refused bat- Coppice. It had been necessary to hide the
tle? I remembered too, as a sick dream, day out, and travel by night; but whose
how I charged with a few faithful a.t a thought was it to choose this dim, sorrow-
troop of Parliamentarian horse said to be ful wood? Richard Penderel had said that
Cromwell's own guard; I bad cut down a no rain fell elsewhere. Perlups that was
mailed rider with a pale face like the win- well, since Ironsides might forbe.ir to seek
ter moon, and rode back dragging one of me in such sorry bogs; but meanwhile I
my own, wounded sore, across my saddle shivered and sighed, and wished myself a
bow. He had died there, crying to me: newt. The trees, what I could see> were
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God save your most sacred Majesty!'' And broad oaks with some fir Jnd hrch, and
now I bad need of God to save me. the ground grew high with br.icken red-
"More things than Cromwell's wit and dened by September's first chill.
might went into this disaster," I told my- Musing thus, I heard a right ill sound
self in the rain, nor knew how true I spoke. ----horses' hoofs. I threw myself half-down-
After the battle, the retreat. Had it been wa.ys among some larch scrub, peering out
only last night? Leslie's horsement who through the dumJ'Y leaves. My right hand
had ref used to follow me toward Crom· clutched the axe I carried as part of n1y
well, had dogged me so close in fleeing him masquerade. Beyond was a lane, a.nd along
· I was at pains to scatter and so avoid them. it, one by one, rode enemy-a troop of
Late we had paused, my gentlemen and I, . Cromwell's horse, hard fellows and ready-
at a manor of White-Ladies. There we seeming, with breasts and c~ps of· iron.
agreed to divide and flee in disguise. With They stared right and left searchingly. The
the help of two faithful yokels named Pen- bright, bitter eyes of their officer seemed
derel I cut my long curls with a knife and to strike through my hiding like a pike-
crammed my big body into coarse gar- point. I clutched my axe the tighter, and
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swore on n1y soul that, if found, I would see here, these things were strange only in
die fighting-a better death,. after all, than their basic cause. But I forego the tale.
my poor father's. ..So cometh Will Jones to his proper
But they rode past, and out of sight. I home," quoth I, axe on shoulder. Speaking
sat up, and wiped muck from my long thus merrily, 1 came upon another lane, but
nose. "I am free yet," I told myself ...One narrower than that on which the horsemen
day, please our Lord, I shall sit on the had ridden. This ran ankle-deep in mire,
throne that is mine. Then shall I seek out and I remember how the damp, soaking
these Ironsides and feed fat the gallows into my shoes, soothed those plaguey blis-
at Tyburn, the bl~ck at the Tower." ters. I followed the way for some score of
paces, and meseemed that the rain was
FOR I was young and cruel then, as now heaviest here, like a curtain before some
I am old and mellow. Religion per- hidden thing. Then I came into a cleared
plexed and irked me. I could not under- space, with no trees nor bush, nor even
stand nor like Cromwell's Praise-God men grass upon the bald earth. In its center,
of war, whose faces were as sharp and mer- wreathed with rainy mists, a house.
ciless as, a1as, their swords . .,I'll give them I paused, just within shelter of the
texts to quote," I vowed. ..I have heard leaves, "What," I wondered, ''has my new
their canting war-cries. ·smite and spare _ magic of being a woodcutter conjured up
<..-' I
were already mine, my house restored to half an eye. Conjured up it might well
power, my adversaries d1ained and de- have been, and most foully. I gazed at it
livered into my hand. Then I turned to without savor, and saw that it was not
cooler thoughts~ and d1iefly that I had best large, but lean and high-looking by reason
seek a hiding less handy to that trail of the steep pitch of its roof. That roof's
through the trees. thatch was so wet and foul that it seemed
The thought was like sudden memory, all of one drooping substance, like the ca.p
as if indeed I knew the Coppice and where of a dark roadstool. The walls, too, were
best to go. damp, being of clay daub spread upon a
For I mind me how I rose from framework of wattles. It had one door,
among the larches. turned on the heel of and that a mighty thick heavy one, of a
one pinching shoe, and struck through a single dark plank that hung upon heavy
belt of young spruce as though I were in- rusty ·hinges. One window it had, too,
deed a woodcutter seeking by familiar ways through which gleamed some sort of light;
the door of mine own hut. So confidently but instead of glass the window was filled
did I stride that I blundered-or did I?- with something like thin-scraped rawhide,
into a thorny vine that hung down from a so that light could come through, but not .
long oak limb. It fastened upon my sleeve the shape of things within. And so I knew
like nrging fingers. ''Nay, friend,'' I said not what was in that house, nor at the
to it, trying to be gay, "hold me not here in time had I any conscious lust to :find out.
the wet," and I twitched away. That was I say, no conscious lust. For it was un·
one more matter about Spring Coppice that consciously that I drifted idiy forth from
seemed strange and not ovcrcanny-as the screen of wet leaves, gained and moved
also the rain, the gloom, my sudden desire along a little hard-packed path between
to travel toward its heart. Yet, as you shall bracken-dumps. That path led to the
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door, and I found myself standing before as lean and clutching as thorn-twigs fas-
it; while through the sk~ned-over win- tened on the front of my jump-coat.
dow, inches away, I heard noises. "I have him safe~" rasped the high
Noises I c;_?.li them, for at first I could voice that had prayed. A moment later I
not think they were voices. Several soft was drawn ins ide, before I could ask the
hummings or purrings came to my ears, reason.
from what source I knew not. Finally, There was one room to the house, and
though, actual words, high and raspy: it stank of burning ...., weeds. There were no
"We who keep the commandment love chairs or other f urn~ture, and no fireplace;
the law! Moloch, Lucifer, Bal-Tigh-Mor, but in the center of the tamped-day floor
Anector, Somiator, sleep ye not! Compel burned an open fire. whose rank smoke
ye that the man approach!" climbed to a hole J.t the roof's peak.
It had the sound of a prayer, and yet Around this fire drawn a circle in
W.i.S
I recognized but one of the names called- white chalk, and 3.roun.:i the circle a star in
Lucifer. Tutors, parsons, my late unhappy red. Close outside the stJ.r were the three
allies the Scots Covenentors, had used the whose voices I had he1rd.
name oft and f eai"f ully. Prayer .within Mine eyes lighted nrst on she who held
that ugly lean house went up---0r down, the book-young she was and dainty. She
belike-to the fallen Son of the Morning. sat on the floor, her feet d.uwn under her
I stood against the door, pondering. My full skirt of black stutr. Above a white
grandsire, King James, had believed and collar of Dutch style, her face was round
feared such folks' pretense. My father, and at the same time fine ind fair, with a
who was King Charles before me, was short red mouth and biue eyes like the
pleased to doubt and be n1erciful, pardon- clean sea.
ing many accused witches and sorcerers .. Her hair, under a white c1p. was as
As for me, my short life had held scant yellow as corn. She held in her slim
leisure to decide such a matter. While I white harids a thick book. whose cover
waited in the fine misty rain on the thresh- looked to be grown over with dark hair,
old, the high voice spoke again: like the hide of a Gallow.ay bull.
"
"Drive him to us! Drive hin1 to us! Her eyes held mine for two trices, then
Drive him to us!" I looked beyond her to another seated per-
Silence within, and you n1ay be sure son. He was small enough to be a child,
silence without. A new voice, younger and but the narrow bright e;es in his thin face
thinner, made itself heard: "Naught comes were older than the oldest I had seen, and
to us." the hands clasped around his bony knees
"Respect the promises of our masters;' were rough and sinewy, v:ith large sore-
replied the Erst. "What says the book?" seeming joints. His hair ·was scanty, and
And yet a new voice, this time soft and eke his eyebro~s. His neck showed swol-
a woman's: "Let the door be opened and len painfully.
the wayfarer be plucked in.,, It is odd that my last look was for him
who had drawn me in. He was tall, al-
door creaked inward ·by three inches. An less as earth. Its lips were loose, its quiv-
arm in a dark sleeve shot out~ and fingers ering nose broken. The eyes, cold and
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wide a~ a frog·s, were as steady as gun· But had there been a swelling there? I
muzzles. touched it, but 'twas suddenly gone, like
He kicked the door shut, and let me go. a furtive mouse under my finger. Diccon's
"Name yourself," he rasped at me. "If neck looked lean and healthy. His face
you be not he whom we seek-" smiled, and f rorn it had fled the red
''I am Will Jones, a poor' woodcutter," blotches. He gave a cry and sprang to his
I told him. feet.
uMmmm," murmured the wench with ·• 'Tis past, 'tis past!·· he howled. "I
the book. "Belike the youngest of seven am whole again!"
sons-sent forth by a ciuel step-dame to But the eyes of his comrades were for
seek fortune in the world. So runs the me.
fairy tale, and we want none such. Your "'Only a king could have done so,"
true name, sirrah." quote the older man. ''Young sir, I do take
1 told her roundly that she '"as insolent, you truly for Charles Stuart. At your touch
but she only smiled. And I never saw a Diccon was healed of the king's evil."
fairer than she, not in all the courts of I folded my arms, as if I must keer
Europe-not even sweet Nell Gwyn. After my hands from doing more strangeness. I
many years I c.a.n see her eyes, a little slant· had heard, too, of that old legend of the
ing and a little hungry. Even when I was Stuarts, without deeming myself con~
so young, women feared me, but this one cerned. Yet, here it had befa11en. Diccon
did not. had suffered from the king's evil, which
"His word shall not need,"' spoke the learned doctors call scrofula. My touch
thin youqg-old fellow by the fire. ..Am I had driven it from his thin body. He
not here to make him prove himself?"' He danced and quivered with the joy of
lifted his face so that the fire brightened health. But his fellows looked at me as
it, and I saw hot red blotches thereon. though I had betrayed myself by sin.
"True," agreed the grizzled man.
0
It is indeed the king~,. said the girl,
uSirrah, whether you be Will ]-Ones the a1so rising to her f cet.
woodman or Charles Stua..rt the king, have ..No," I made shift to say. "I am but
you no merc.r on poor Diccon yonder? If poor Will Jones," and I wondered where
'twould ease his ail, would you not touch I had let fall my axe. ·'Will Jones, a
. )''
h 1m. woodcutter.''
That was a sneer~ but I looked closer at "Yours to command, Will Jones,"
the thin fellow called Diccon, and made mocked the grizzled man. ·'My name is
sure that he was indeed sick and sorry. Valois Pembru, erst a schoolmaster. My
His face grew full of hope turning up to
1
daughter Regan,·' and he .flourished one
me. I stepped closer to him. of his talons at the wench. ''Diccon, oar
"Why, with all my heart, if 'twill serve,·· kinsman and servitor, you know already,
I replied. well enough to heal him. For our profes·
"'Ware the star and circle, step not sion, we are-are--"
within the star and circle," cautioned the
wench, but I came not near those marks.
Standing beside and above Diccon, I felt
HE SEEMED to have said t.oo much,
and his daughter came to his rescue.
his brow, and felt that it was fevered. "A "We are liers in wait," she said.
hot humor is in your blood, friend/' I ''True, liers in wait,•' repeated Pembru,
said to him, and touched the swelling on glad of the words. "Quiet we bide our
his neck. time, against what good things comes our
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way. As yourself, Will Jones. Would you slant blue eyes. I remembered all the tales
sit in sooth upon the throne of England? of my grandfather James, who had fought
For tha.t question we brought you hither." and written against witchcraft. "Well,
I did not like his lofty air, like a 1nan then, you have given the victory to Crom~
cozening puppies. "I came myself, of mine well. You will give me to him also?"
own good will," I told him. ..It rains out- Two of the thrc-e laughed-Diccon was
side." still too mazed with his new health-and
''True," muttered Diccon, his eyes on Pembru shook his grizzled head. "Not so,
me. ttAII over Spring Coppice falls the woodcutter. Cromwell asked not the favor
rain, and not.elsewhere. Not one, but eight from us-'twa.s one of his men, who paid
charms in yonder book can bring rain- well. We S\vore th1t old Noll should pre-
'twas to drive your honor to us, that you vail from the moment of battle. But," and
might heal-" his eyes were like gimlets in mine, ttwe
~'Silence,''
barked Valois Pcn1bru at him. 5wore by lhe oaths set us-the name::;
And to me: "Young sir, we read and Cromwell's men "·orship, not the names
prayed and burnt," and he glanced at the we worship. \Xle will keep the promise as
dark-orange flames of the fire. "In that long as we \vill, and no longer.''
way we guided your footsteps to the Cop- "When it pleases u:s ·we make," contribu-
pice, and the rain then made you see this ted Regan. "When it pleases us we break."
shelter. 'Twas all planned, even before Now 'tis true that Cromwell perished on
Noll Cromwell scotd1ed you at Worces- third September, 1658, seven year to the
ter-·~ day from Worcester fight. But I half-be-
"Worcester!" I roared at him so loudly lieved Pembru even as he spoke, and so
that he stepped back. ''What know you of would you have done. He seemed to be
Worcester :fight?', what he called himself-a lier in wait, a
He recovered, and said in his erst lofty bider for prey, myself or others. The rank
fashion: "Worcester was our doing, too. smoke of the fire made my head throb, and
We gave the victory to Noll Cromwell. At I was weary of being played with. "Let
a price-from the book." be, .. I said. "I am no mouse to be played
He [X)inted to the hairy tome in the with, you gibbed cats. What is your will?"
hands of Regan, his daughter. "The flames "Ah»' sighed Pembru silkily, as though
showed us your pictured hosts and his, and he had waited for me to ask, "what but
what befell. You might have stood against that our sovereign should find his fortune
him, even prevailed, but for the horsemen again, scatter the Ironsides of the Parlia-
. who would not fight." ment in another battle an<l come to his
I remembered that bitter amazement throne at Whitehall?,'
over how Leslie's Scots had bode like stat- "It can be done/' 'Regan assured me.
ues. "You dare say you wrought that?" .. Shall I find the words in the book1 that
Pembru nodded at Mistress Regan, who when spoken will gather and make resolute
turned pages. "I will read it without the your scattered, running friends?''
words of power," quoth she. "Thus: 'In f put up a hand. "Read nothing. Tell
meekness I begin my work. Stop rider! me rather what you would gain thereby,
Stop footman! Three black Bowers bloom, since you seem to be governed by gains
and under them ye must stand still as long alone:,
as I will, not through me but through the "Charles Second shall reign,'' breathed
..
name o f -· Pembru. ..Wisely and well, with thought-
She broke off, staring at me with her ful distinction. He will thank his good
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councillor the Earl-no, the Duke-of babbling words from the hair-bound book;
Pembru. He will be served well by Sir but, though I had. learned most tongues
Diccon, his squire of the body." in my youth; I could not guess what Ian·
"Served well} I swear,'' promised Dic- guage she read.
con, with no mockery to his words. "Ah, now," said Pembm. ..Look, your
HAnd," cooed Regan, "are there not gracious majesty. Have you wondered of
ladies of the court? \""qill it not be said that your beaten followers?''
Lady Regan Pembru is fairest and-most In the deep of the :fire, like a picture
pleasing to the king's grace?" that forebore burning and moved with
Then they were all silent. waiting for life, I saw tiny figures-horsemen in a
me to speak. God pardon me my many sins! huddled knot riding in dejected wise.
But among them has not been silence when Though it was as if they rode at a distance,
words are needed. I laughed fiercely. I fancied that I recognized young Straik:e-
"You are three saucy lackeys, ripe to be a cornet of Leslie's. I scowled, and the
flogged at the cart's tail,'' I told them. ''By vision vanished.
tricks you learned of my ill fortune, arid "You have prepared puppets, or a
seek to fatten thereon." I turned toward shadow-show;· I accused . ...1 am no coun-
the door. "I sicken in your company, and try hodge to be tricked thus."
I leave. Let him hinder me who dare." "Ask of the fire what it will mirror to
"Diccon!" called Pembru, and moved as you," bade Pembru, and I looked on him
· if to cross my path. Diccon obediently with disdain.
ranged alongside. I stepped up to them. "What of Noll Cromwell?" I de·
.. If you dread me not as your ruler, manded, and on the trice he was there. I
dread me as a big man and a strong,,, I had seen the fellow once, years agone. He
said. "Step frOIIl my way, or I will smash looked more gray and bloated and fierce
your shallow sk"lllls together." now, but it was he-Cromwell, the king
. Then it was Regan, standing across the rebel, in back and breast of steel with buff
door. sleeves. He stood with wide-planted feet
"Would the king strike a W()man?" she and a hand on his sword. I took it that he
challenged. "Wlit for .two words to be was on a porch or platform, about to speak
spoken. SupPose we have the powers we to a throng dintly seen.
c1.a.un.
. ;i'' t<You knew that I would call for Crom-
ltY-0ur talk is empty, without proof," I well," I charged Pembru, and the second
replied. "No, mistress, bar .me not. I am image, too, winked out.
. "
gmng. He smiled, as if my stubbornness was
0
Proof you shall have," she assured me what he loved best on earth ... Who else,
hastily. "Diccon, scir the fire." then? Name one I cannot have prepared
..
f or.
E DID so. Watching, I saw that in
H sooth he was but a lad-his disease,
"Wilmot," I said, and quick anon I saw
him. Poor nobleman! He was not young
now banished by my touch, had put a enough to tramp the byways in masquer~
false seeming of age upon him. Flames ade, like me. He rode a horse, and that
leaped up, and upon them Pembru cast a a sorry one, with his pale f a.ce cast down.
handful of herbs whose sort I did not He mourned, perhaps for me. I felt like
know. The color of the fire changed as smiling at this image of my friendf and
I gazed, white, then rosy red, then blue, like weeping, too.
then again white. The wench Regan was "Othets? Your gentlemen?" suggested
60 WEIRD TALES
Pembru, and without n1y naming they your saucy ways," I promised. ""''hat, you
sprang into view one after another, eac;h stare and grin? Am I your sovereign lord,
in a breath's space. Their faces flashed or am I a penny show? I have humored
among the shreds of Bame-Buckingham, you too long. Good-bye."
elegant and furtive; Lauderdale, drinking I made a step to leave, and Pembru slid
from a leather cup; Colonel Carlis, whom across my path. His daughter Regan was
we called "Careless)·· though he was never opening the book and reciting hurriedly,
that; the brothers Penderel, by a .fireside but I minded her not a penny. Instead,
with an old dame who may have been I smote Pembru with my fist, hard and fair
their mother; suddenly, as a finish to the in the middle 0f his mocking face. And
show, Cromwell again, seen near with a down he went, full-sprawl, rosy blood .·
bible in his hand. fountaining OYer mouth and chin.
The fire died, like a blown candle. The "Cross me again," quoth I, "and I'll
room was dim and gray~ with a whisp of drive you into your native dirt like a
smoke across the hide-spread window. tether-peg." \\ii th that, I stepped across
"Well, sire? You believe?" said Pem- his body where it quivered ljke a wounded
bru. He smiled now, and I saw teeth as snake) and put forth my hand to open the
lean and white as a hunting dog's. door.
"Faith, only a fool would refuse to be- There was no door. Not anywhere in
lieve," I said in all honesty. the room.
He stepped near~ ''Then you accept us?'' I turned back, the v:hilc Regan .fin-
he questioned hoarsely. On my other hand ished reading and closed the book upon
tiptoed the fair lass Regan. her slim finger.
"Charles!" she whispered. "Charles, my "You sec, Charles Stuart,.. she smiled,
comely king!'' and pushed herself close "you must bide here in despite of your-
against me, like a cat seeking caresses. self."
·~Your choice is wise," Pembroke said "Sir, sir," pleaded Diccon. half-crouch·
on. ''Spells bemused and scattered }'Ollt ing like a cricket, "wiil you not mend your
army-spells will bring it back afresh. opinion of us?"
You shall triumph, and salt England with "I will mend naught," I said, c•save the
the bones of the rebels. Noll Cromwell lack of a door." And l gave the wall a
shall swing from a gallows, that all like kick that shook the stout wattlings and
rogues may take warning. And you, brought brought down .flakes of day. My blis-
by our powers to your proper throne~" tered foot quivered with pain, but an-
uHold," I said, and they looked upon other kick made some of the poles spring
me silent! y. from their fastenings. In a moment I
0
1 said only that I believe in your sor- would open a way outward, would go
cery,·· I told them, ''but I will have none forth.
of it."
You would have thought those words
plain and round enough. But my three R EGAN shouted new words from the
book. I remember a few, like un-
neighbors in that ill house stared mutely, couth names-Sator, Arepos, Janna. I have
as if I spoke strangely and foolishly. heard since that these are powerful mat-
Finally: "Oh, brave and gay! Let me perish ters with the Gnostics. In the midst of her
else!" quoth Pembru, and laughed. outcry) I thought smoke drifted before me
My temper went, and with it my be- -smoke '1at stank like dead fiesh, and
musement. '"Perish you shall, dog, foe thickened into globes and curves, as if it
THE LIERS IN W Arr 61
would make a form. Two long streamers the horrid cries of Pembru and his daugh..
of it drifted out like snakes, to touch or ter.
seize me, I gave ha.ck, and Regan stood at The rawhide at .the window split, like a
my side .. drum-head made too hot. And cold air
' ..W ou1<I you choose those arms," asked rushed in. The fire that had vanished
she, "and not these?" She held out her leaped up, its .flames bright red and nat·
own, fair and round and white. "Charles, ural now. Its flames scaled the roof-peak,
I charmed away the dQor. I charmed that caught there. Smoke, rank and foul,
spirit to hold you. I will still do you good crammed the place. Through it rang more
in despite of your will-you shall reign in screams, and I heard Regan, pantingly:·
I~and
7
England, and 1--" "Hands-from-my-throat--! '
Weariness was drowning me. I felt like 'Whatever had seized her, it was not Dic-
a child, drowsy and drooping. "And you?" con, for he was at my side, hand on my
I said. sleeve.
"You shall tell me," she whispered. "Come, sire! This way!"
''Charles.'' Whither the door had gone, thither it
She shimmered in my sight, and bells now came back. We found it open be-
sang as if to signal her victory. 1 swear it fore us, scrambled thmugh and into the
was not I who spoke then stupidly-cun- open.
sult Jack Wilmot's doggerel to see if I am
wont to be stupid. But the voice came hut burnt behind us like a hayrick,
f ram my mouth : ''I sh:tll be king in White- THE
and I heard no more cries therefrom.
hall." "Pembru!" I cried. ''Regan! Are they
She pr()mpted me softly: .. I shall be slain?''
duchess) and ne>.."t friend-·" "Slain or no, it does, not signify," re-
"'Duchess a.nd next friend,'' I repeated. plied Diccon. •tTheir ill magic retorted
"Of the king's self!" she .finished, and I upon them. They are gone with it from
opened my mouth to say that, too. Valois earth-forever." He hurled the hairy
Pembru, recovering from my buffet, sat up
and listened. away. ..
book into the midst of the flame. "Now,
J AEGER
"I
tugged his beard thoughtfully.
have seen that shape against the
full moon before this. Full moon-time is
their meeting time, as with the under-
ground cults of old Greece and Rome. The
full moon makes wolves howl, and turns
weak minds mad. I don't like the full
moon. Anyway, that creature is the chief
devil of which I spoke."
"Chief devil?" I repeated. "I thought
that probably-"
"That probably. some human leader
dressed up for the part?" he finished for
me. "Not here, at least. Hark!"
I, too, heard what his ear had caught-
the fiip-flop of great membranes, and the
faraway chatter bf strange inhuman jaws.
Then a knock at the door, sharp and
furtive.
With shame I remember how I flinched
and looked for a way out. Jaeger rose,
flipped open a drawer in his work-table, godly, meekly turning my other cheek.
and took out a big cap-and-ball revolver. Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord, I will
He walked heavily toward the door. repay." ·
Pausing with his hand on the knob, he He opened the door, took one look, and
spoke clearly: lowered his weapon. A girl came stum-
"If you seek trouble, your search ends bling in.
here. Too long have I borne with the un- She wore a dark dress of coarse wool,
14 WEIRD TALES
very full-skirted and high-necked, with now. Have you time to tell me what you
edging of white at throat and cuffs. Her mean by the witches' Christmas?"
brown hair was disarrayed, under a knitted "Briefly, this: In ancient heathen times
shawl. Her face was cream-white, set with a festival of scorn was held, from which
bright, scared eyes. grew the Oiristian Hallowe' en-"
"Please," she' said, out of breath, ••ttiey ..But this is the middle of November!"
shouted that I'd find my father with you." I protested.
She swallowed, and her lips quivered. "Witches are simple folk. They reckon
"Badly hurt, they said." by full moons. We have one tonight, and
"Sit down, Susan," bade Jaeger. "He is they've crept out of their dens to do what
here, but no more in pain or terror." mischief their hearts, and their demon,
She saw the body then, seemed to recog- tells them. Beginning at my house."
nize it through the blanket. Sitting down, He .fixed his eyes on the girl. She had
as Jaeger had told her, she grew one shade been sitting silent and tense, staring
whiter, but calm. straight before her. "Susan," he said gen-
"I will not cry," she promised us. "I tly, "they sent you to find your father's
would even be glad, if I thought the curse body. Did they send you for any other
was gone from him-" purpose? If so-"
"Then be glad, Susan," rejoined Jaeger, She rose, and lifted her hands. She
"for he repented and died a believer." spoke, siowly and questioningly, as though
He turned his gaze to me...Now Will reciting an unfamiliar lesoon:
be proven, or not proven, my thought that "Mirathe saepy Satonich-"
you have strength against wickedness. For I started and opened my mouth, to tell
the gates of hell are open, and our enemies her where I had heard those words, earlier
close in about us." in the night. But Jaeger signed me to keep
The girl Susan and I both turned to- silent. Susan was not chanting understand-
ward him. He continued, with an impa- ably.
tient note in his voice. "Stand still, stand still! No more than a
"How can mankind defend himself tree or a rock can you depart! This by the
when he does not take thought? This is four elements, the seven unspoken num-
Satan's one night of the year, the wizard's bers, the innumerable stars in the sky! This
Christmas." by the name of-of-"
Abruptly she sat down, as if utterly
CHAPTER IV weary. ·1 can't!" she sobbed. "I can't
say that name!"
The Gathering of the Vlllt11res Jaeger smiled, beautikilly for all his
broad shagginess, and stepped across to
TN 'f.HE outer night rose again the whick- her side. He laid his hand on her head.
l. ering cry, that rose into a shrill yearn- ''No decent perSQn can, child," he com-
ing whine. Jaeger cocked ~is bearded head forted her softly. "They failed in the plot
sidewise. ••The flying horned one summons when they chose you for a tool."
his faithful. This is their day, and mid- She looked up, and faint color had come
night will be their hour. Shakespeare knew to her cheeks. Her eyes and lips had re-
that, and passes the word on to ns- 'The gained steadiness. She appeared to be
time of night when Troy was set on fire.'" wakened and calmed from a nightmare.
I looked at a little old clock of dark ·-ru guess what happened," he went on.
wood, set on a bracket. ••it is past eleven ..Those who told you that your father was
COVEN B'
here, also gave you a message to deliver. scant time for philosophy was left us. Out-
They spoke the words for you to repeat, side voices began to laugh.
making passes before your eyesi--thus, eh?" I say voices, not men. To this day I
Slowly he drew his open hand through do not know just what sort of throats ut-
the air, as if stroking invisible fur. Susan tered that merriment. At the time it seemed
hodded, and bit her lip. to me that human beings were trying to
"Several names fo.r that," Jaeger com- sound like beasts, or beasts were trying to
mented to me over his shoulder. "Mes- sound like human beings. The blending of
merism, animal magnetism, hypnotism. beast and human was imperfect, and hor-
Most occult dabblers know a little of it, rid to hear. Jaeger laid down the little
would GOO they did not! But I had no book on the table, and again took up his
fear of Susan, even when I saw that she revolver.
was entranced. In the book of James Braid "Wickett," he said softly, "there is a
I read that nobody will do things when window where you can watch the door.
hypnotized that he would not do in his Take your post there. Watch. If they en-
right mind; and, whatever her father's sad ter-and they probably will-stand still,
delusions, Susan is healthy and good." as if the charm had worked. Because we
Susan began to weep. "I would never can trap them so, as they meant to trap us."
have hurt you, Mr. Jaeger," she managed He had no more time to prepare me, for
to protest. outside there came a new chorus, this time
"Certainly not." He touched her head of rhythmic recital:
again, comfortingly. "That spell was to ~·I strolled through .a red forest, and in
make us both stand like posts, while the the red forest was a red church. In the red
prowlers came in and did what they pleased church stood a red altar, and upon the
with 'us. red altar lay a red knife."
Even had she said it in full, however, A breathless moment of silence. Then a
it would not work. It already failed on single booming voice, strangely accented,
you, Wickett. For myself, I was silen~y as if it echoed in a deformed mouth:
saying the counter-charm, from this book." nTake the red knife and cut red bread!"
He again produced a volume from his Jaeger sniffed. "Their sacrament ritual/'
shelf, this time a sort of pamphlet in gray he muttered. "A vile blasphemy. The win-
paper. On its cover was the title: dow, Wickett."
He jerked his bearded chin toward an
Pow-Wows, or Long Lost Friend alcove by the door, and I moved into it.
The window there looked Jlpon the en-
And, underneath, the picture of an owl. trance from one side. Beneath the sill
Jaeger flipped it open-I saw the page hung an old Chicopee saber, such as the
number, 69-and began to patter nimbly: Yankees once carried, and such as the
"Like unto the cup and the wine-may Southern cavalry filched from enemy dead
we be guarded in daytime and nightime- or captives. I started to draw it.
that no wild beast may tear us, no weap- "No," Jaeger warned. "Only stay near,
ons wound us, no false tongues injure us-- and seize it when they least expect. They
and no witchcraft or enchantment harm us. will expect Susan to put out the light be-
Amen." fore they venture any nearer."
I took it that such was the counter-spell He bent i:>ward the lamp, and blew
he· mentioned, and thought it odd that a strongly down its glass chimney. Its flame
minis~er should use such a device. But went out, and we were left in a sort of
16 WEIRD TALES
bluish gloom. I could barely see J~ger's wingribs downward, and the gaunt, sharp
thick body stiffen into a statue, and I Uni- fingers outward.
tated him, my eyes on the window. But of face I saw nothing for all the
"Move only when I do," cautioned moonlight, only an owlish roundness of
Jaeger softly. skull, and two curved horns that gleamed
Outside rose more racket. Those who like polished jet, and narrow green eyes
besieged us were plainly trying to put fire like the eyes of a meat-eating animal.
into their own hearts. It started to lift a fiat foot to the step,
"Hola noa massa!" spoke the strange then paused. It bent, and I knew now that
booming voice. And back came a chorus it had a mouth, for it blew upon Jaeger's
intonation: lock, then whickered. The door opened
"Janna, janna! Hoa, boa! Sabbat, sab- slowly, as if pushed by invisible hands.
bat! Moloch, Lucifer, 'Asteroth!" The entity turned and moved away.
Those, I fancied, were the names of pa- "Enter," it boomed to whatever com-
gan gods and devils. As the last syllable panions lurked behind. "Do as you have
died away, something came into view be· been commanded, and do it well."
yond the window glass. I froze to immobility in my alcove. A
With the house dark, the moon made moment later, the horde outside made a
sufficient pale radiance outside. It showed concerted rush across the threshold. With
me what was approaching the door. them came the ugliest and rottenest of
It was a black low shape, greened here pale lights.
and there as light struck it, like an expanse
of old worn broadcloth. My first impres· CH.APTER V
sion was of a monstrous flood of filthy .
liquid. T be Ro11t O'f the W.itches
Then I saw that it :was indeed a creep-
ing creature, not more in solid bulk than
a big ma1', but with outspread wings I KNEW an instant of terror more com-
plete and sickening than any that had
like ribbed blankets. It paused at the been mine in the war, a worse chill than at
squared section of log that served for door- Murfreesboro, Selma or Shiloh itself. Then
step, and straightened up from its crouch. the terror departed from me, and left me
I could not have looked away for wealth or almo~ serenely strong and confident. For
hope of salvation. those who came in were only men.
This was the same thing I had earlier They were murderous men, perhaps.
seen flapping across the face of the moon. They possessed ugly powers-witness that
Now it stood upon two flat slabs of feet, light in which they seemed to be dipped,
like charred shingles. Its legs were long and the chivvying commands from that
and lean, and seemed to bend backward, being called the Flying Horned One. They
cricket fashion. The deep chest thrust for- were men joined for a steadfast purpose of
ward prowlike--the breastbone must have evil. They did not simply lack ideals,
been like a bird's, a protruding blade from morals or character, but adhered to ideals,
which great muscles branched to employ morals and cha:racter antithetic to all I
those wings. For the batlike membranes honored. They had a belief, even a form
would measure twenty feet and more from of travestied worship, that claimed them as
tip to tip, and hung from two long lumpy ever pure religion claimed saints or mar-
arms. The thing had hands, or what might tyrs. They had come to execute horrors
resemble hands. From them sprouted the upon me.
COVEN 17
Bat theit master had stayed outside. passed his tin plate, with the light, to a
These, his followers, were no more than pudgy figure who must have been a woman,
men, and as such had but muscles with masked and in men's rough riding clothes.
which to attack, vital organs in which to Then he took a step toward Susan and tow-
receive wounds. I asked no lesser oppo- ered over her.
nents than such. "You~ve served us well," he spoke. "Our
Jaeger had spoken of ~ve members coven is one short. You will fill the empti-
to the coTen, under rule of the Flying ness.'~
Homed One. The death of Peter Dole, There was no asking of her whether she
the pitiful renegade, would leave only wanted to. Per~ some quick instruction
eleven. I think that that many came in by Jaeger had prepared her for this. In
now, and the light seemed to burst from any case, she voiced neither acceptance nor
the uplifted hand of the tallest. But my refusal. She ooly faced the tall masked
second glance showed me that the hand man, silently and gravely.
was not his. It was a five-fingered candle "Thirteen we shall be, counting our mas·
or taper, fixed by the wristlike base upon a ter," intoned the tall one. ..Susan Dole,
tin plate, and each of the fingers sprouted say after me the words I now repeat."
a kindled wick. He lifted a hand, and made the stroking
I had lost sight, though not thought, of gesture in air that Jaeger had called "hyp-
Susan. She stood near Jaeger, and came notic.,., Susan drew herself up. The spell
forward. One of the throog whooped in seemed to be c.atdiing hold of her on the
laughter-his voice was muffled by his instant.
mask and thkkened by alcohol-and con- Just then, Jaeger made a little twitching
fronted her. motion with the right hand that had hung
"She did it, good girl! She bound them!" quietly at its side. That hand held his
He turned upon the motionless form of revolver, unnoticed by the invaders. Fire
Jaeger. "Why aren't you preaching, Par- spurted, powder exploded. The tall hyp-
son? Walloping the pulpit and quoting notist seemed to somersault sidewise, and
chapter and verse? Pretty quiet and stiff, banged down on the floor to lie without a
ain't you?" <JWver.
He drew a straight dagger like the ~ne I had been like a hound on leash all
drawn against me at the scene of the this while, forcing myself to wait for the
flogging. cue of Jaeger's .first move. Now, before
"Take the red knife," he quoted un- the sharp echo of the revolver-shot died in
steadily, "and cut red bread!" that room, I had flung out my left hand and
..Wait," interposed the tall man who snatched the saber from its fastenings by
held the five-fingered light. ''There's some- the sill. My right hand brought it from
thing to do first. There lies some dead day the sheath with a loud rasp of metal. I
under the blanket yonder. I'd guess it for gathered my legs under me and leaped
what's left of Dirt Fire, known to men at the man with the drawn dagger.
as Peter Dole." He knew I was coming, somehow or
Dirt Fire. Dirt Fire-I had heard some- other. For he turned, trying to fend me
where of how witches, upon joining the off with that straight blade he had meant
circle, were baptized mockingly to new for Jaeger. My first axelike chop broke his
names. That had befallen Peter Dole, and steel close to the hilt. My second assault,
he had asked for a second baptism to clear a drawing slice, severed muscles, arteries
his soul of the horror he felt. The tall one and tendons at junction of neck and shoul-
18 WEIRD TALES
der. Down he went at my knee, the gush- and dragged it dear. We were suddenly
ing blood all black and shiny in that pallid alone.
light. I stepped across him, and into the "Don't dose that door," said Jaeger
melee that had sprung into being around from the dimness that fell again-for the
Jaeger. five-fingere4 light had been knocked down
No less than myself, thbse invaders must and extinguished. "I doubt if we need to
have been keyed up to expectation of vio- be fenced in from them." He was kindling
lence. When Jaeger's first shot felled their his own kerosene lamp, that gave a health-
comrade, they threw themselves upon the ier radiance. "Count the dead, Wickett."
sender of that shot. A big mask-wearer I did so, noting that all wore coats or
came in under the revolver muzzle, stood jackets turned inside out. Two had per-
up under a terrific blow with the barrel, ished by my saber, two more by Jaeger's
and grappled Jaeger. Others seized him by bullets, while a third whom he had shot,
the arms, beard, throat, legs. They w~e died even as I bent over him. The man I
pilling him down, as dogs pull down a uppercutted with the saber-hilt was still
hear. The pudgy one who held the five- alive and breathing heavily, but quite un-
fuigered light stood apart, drawing another conscious. I reckoned the one dragged
of those straight daggers. The look of the away must be badly hurt, if not also dying.
hand that held the dagger convinced me "We killed or wounded seven," was my
more than ever that here was a woman report. Jaeger had led Susan to one side,
in men's garments. where she might not look. Then he went
CQming upon the press, I slid my saber- from one body to the other, pulling away
point into the back of the big fell ow whose their homed masks of dingy black dc;>th.
arms were around Jaeger. He subsided, At the sight of each face he grunted his
coughing and sti:uggling, and I cleared my recognition.
weapon in time to face another who quitted "All of them are my neighbors," he an-
his assault on Jaeger to leap at me. He nounced, "and all of them in my congrega-
tried to avoid my slash, and I smote his tion, or pretending to be. Look Wickett!
jaw with the curved guard that enclosed This one is a woman---she and that first
my knuckles. He sprawled upon a com- man you sabered were husband and wife.
rade, and both fell. I would have spared her had I known her
Then Jaeger, fighting partially free, fired sex. But here is one who seems to be
two more shots. One of his attackers fell awakening."
limply, and another flopped away, scream- The single survivor sat up. He .fingered
ing and cursing by the names of gods I his bruised chin, waggling it tenderly. His
did not recognize. face, unmasked, looked long and sharp
The light-holder now gave tongue in a and vicious. His small, dark eyes burned
shrill warning: as they fixed upon Susan .
..Betrayed, we're betrayed! Run! Get "She tricked us," he accused, spitting
away!" blood.
"It was I who tricked you," corrected
WE PICKEDthe
duding
up four other knives, in-
one I had broken, from
"They are silver. The sovereign weapon
against wicked creatures which are more
and less than human."
the floor. Jaeger gathered them on a
table, also the plate with the extinguished "You are going to shoot at the Flying
five-fingered taper. Horned One?"
"A poor imitation," he said of this last 'No, Wickett," said the Reverend Mr.
object. "The hand of glory, cut from a Jaeger, and put the weapon into my hand.
-banged mur.derer's ann, is supposed to "You are.'' · -
20 WEIRD TALES
CHAPTER VI As at the flogging earlier that night, I
quickened my pace to a run. I was fully
The Five Silver Bullets prepared to meddle yet again.
Beyond two or three belts of trees I
What was the terrible, terrifying rustling which hawited that house?
And why did naked Fear itself squat everywhere-in everr comer?
Vile indeed was the secret that lorded over this house of monstrous
growth and forbidden secrets ••• this- U
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Suddeoly I was aware of great abapea moving "Legba choi-yan, choi-yan Zandor-
i.D the rain, and heard the 80UDd of voices that
were not of my city nor yet of any that I ever Zandor Legba, immole'-hai!"
knew.
-LORD DUNSANY, Louder sang the dancer called Illyria,
The Madness of Andelsprutz..
and louder grew the quartet's obligato-
T HE glare and the clatter died at tt Jhro mahnda, ihro mahnda . ... "
the same instant throughout the Illyria spun her body. Her flying hair
Club Samedi. Even the buzzing strained outwards in a bushy umbrella. Her
crowd-noise suspended in expectation. Be- arms writhed like snakes, seeming to glide
hind the orchestra sounded a gong. Once. caressingly over her body. Her bare, rouged
Twice. Thrice .... toes clapped out a pattern of sound in time
The master of ceremonies intoned: with the drumbeat. She sang always:
"Midnight. The witching hour. And Il- rrzandor l..egba, immole'-hai!"
lyria!" And suddenly she froze into a strange,
The gong chimed on to twelve, and updrawn statue, face lifted, hair back, atlhs
·stopped. A clarinetist piped certain minor out. At the same instant all the music
notes. A mixed quartet began to croon: hushed. A tuxedoed attendant stole into
"lhro mahnda ... ihro mahnda... ." the spotlight's brown glow, holding out a
A spotlight, dim and brownish, bored fluttering something-a rooster, speckled
through the smoky air. Into it paced a black and white. Greedily Illyria seized it,
black-robed figure, bowed face hidden un- her long, strong hands clutching. The
der cascading black locks. To the center sickening crackle of broken bones was audi-
of the dance floor moved the silent, slow ble. She dropped the rooster, which flopped
shape. "lhro mahnda . . ." breathed the spasmodically. The attendant seized it and
quartet. backed away. Illyria snatched her cloak
A sudden explosive gesture. The robe and sped out of sight. Lights came up, the
swirled away, the head lifted. There stood orchestra played a gay flourish. ·
a woman, a long-limbed dancer figure, clad "You've just seen an authentic voodoo
as scantily as night clubs permit. Her face dance-ritual," blatted the master of cere-
was lovely, tense, rapt. Her eyes burned monies into his microphone. "Never done
out of slant sockets. The clarinet squealed before, except in a real meeting of the cult
louder, a tom-tom slogged into rhythm. -but it'll be done tomorrow midnight, and
The dance began, grotesque, nimble, quick- the midnight following, and every mid-
ening. · night after that. . . ."
The dancer's flower-mouth spewed out John Thunstone's table was well back
words, soft and solemn: from .ringside. He was a man almoot
too big to be reassuring, . and most of well grounded in voodoo. . Don•t under·
his clothes had to be tailored especially for stand it at all. Neither, I suspect, do the
him. His hands and eyes were sensitive, voodoo worshipers themselves. After all,
his big nose had been twice broken, his what is voodoo? African jungle worship,
black hair and mustache showed a little or modified European witchcraft, or both
streaking of gray. He sat as relaxed as· a -or neither?" His eyes seemed to study
big contented cat, and sipped his highball. something unseen to any but himself.
His eyes gazed somehow hopefully at his "Did you hear the words of that ritual?"
companion. · • "French, or French patois, weren't
She was as blonde as John Thunstone they?" suggested the lady he called Sharon.
was dark, of medium height and of figure "That quartet sang something like 'ihro
both full and fine. Above her dark velvet mahnda.' Mightn't they . mean 'here11x
gown her bare shoulders and arms were monde'-.\iappy world?"
creamy white. Her large, level eyes shone "Or perhaps 'ira au monde'-roughly
bluer than the sapphires at her ears and meaning, 'it shall happen to the world'."
throat. Her lips smiled without parting, "Which I call ingenius interpretation,"
in the manner associated with the Mona said a voice beside the table, a voice soft,
Lisa and the Empress Josephine. "Was it deep and gently amused.
what you expected, John?" she asked Thunstone shot up out of his chair with
gently. that abrupt transition from relaxed ease to
He rocked his big, dose-combed head in ready action which sometimes irritates his
what might have been yes or no. "It gave friends. He faced someone as tall as him-
the impression of authenticity," he tempor- self, and broader, almost deformedly deep
ized. "Not that I'm well grounded in of chest. Above European-rut dress clothes
voodoo.•• and jeweled studs not in the best of taste
"You always were sunk deep in oc- rode a huge high-craniumed head, either
cultism and magic," she rallied him. bald or shaven, with a grand hooked nose
"Deeper than you'd admit to anyone. Even and eyes as gray and cold as frozen milk.
to me." "I am also an enthusiast for voodoo,"
He looked at her sidelong. "And you said the newcomer silkily. "May I intro-
were piqued, eh? Enough to go abroad duce myself? Rowley Thorne."
because you thought I wasn't telling you all He offered a big, over-manicured hand ..
I should of my studies-to go abroad and Thunstone took it.
marry Count Monteseco--" "fm John Thunstone. Countess, may I
"Which is past, and not particularly nice present Mr. Thorne? The Countess Mon·
to bring up." teseco." ·
He sipped again. "I never meant to
THORNE gracefully kissed
mub you, Sharon. Not then or now. But
the little I know of magic spells danger. ROWLEY
her fingers. Without waiting to be
And I don't want to let anyone in for it. invited, he sat down in a chair between
Least of all you. I hope you don't still con- them. "Waiter! Champagne, I think, is
demn me." best traditional usage for cementing of
Her small hand crept across to touch his new friendships. "
big one. "I'm with you tonight. Isn't that The champagne was brought. Rowley
enough?" Thorne toasted them, and his gray eyes
He looked as if it wasn't, and listened narrowed over the glass. "I was sitting
to the dance music. Then: "No, I'm not almost back of you, and heard your won·
THE THIRD CRY TO LEGBA
derings about this Illyria and her dance. "Who is it?" asked a woman's voice
I can help a little, I have traveled in Haiti. .from within.
Yes, the ritual is authentic, an mvocation "Press,'' said Thunstone. "After a fea·
of Legba." ture story."
"Legba?" echoed the Countess. "A voo- The door opened. Illyria smiled there,
doo god?" hastily wrapped in a robe of flowered silk.
"One of them. Damballa is more im· "Come in, Mr.-"
portant, and Erzulie perhaps more pictur·. "Thunstone."
esque. But Legba is the great necessity. He entered. She gave him a cordial
He's keeper of the Gate-must be invoked hand, and sat down by her dressing table.
to open the way between worshiper and "What paper, Mr. Thunstone?"
other-world, to permit prayers to mightier "I write for magazines and syndicates,"
gods. It's like speaking a password. Im· he said truthfully. She accepted a ciga-
pressive, that bit with the fowl. Other rette from his case; and he went on: 'Tm
.voodoo sacrifices are killed by cutting the interested in your voodoo dance."
throat. Legba' s sacrifices die of a broken
neck." SHE chuckled. "Oh, that. I was in
The Countess shivered, and Thunstone Martinique a year ago. My doctor said
saw. "Suppose we change the subject,'' he I had to have fresh salt air and warm
said. weather. Martinique was cheap, and I
"Suppose we don't,'' she rejoined was broke-don't print that, though. Say
warmly. "Mr. Thorne is willing to talk of I was fascinated enough to join the voo·
magic, though you aren't. And I'm fasci· doo cult. Because I was."
nated. Tell us more about Legba, ~fr. "Many white people in it?" asked Thun·
Thorne." stone.
"He's said to be a shaggy or furry "Quite a few. But I think I was the only
creature with red eyes. He's also called practical one. I knew I could make a sen·
Baron Cimmiterre-master of the grave- sation with voodoo stuff. And haven't I?
yard--and Baron Carrefours--master of Before this season's up, I'll be signed for a
crossroads. The prayer to him for opening revue. After that, maybe stardom."
the gate is always preliminary to a prayer Thunstone looked at a bright print on
elsewhere." ' the wall. "Isn't that a saint's picture--
The C.Ountess' blue eyes were bluer. John the Baptist?"
"And what can Legba, Baron Cimmiterre, "It is and it isn't." Illyria smiled at his
Baron Carrefours, do for a worshiper?" blank look. "The voodoo people want pic-
"'He can but open the gate," said Row- tures of their gods, to use for idols. The
ley Thorne. "Hark, music-Latin Amer- best they can do is regular holy pictures.
ican. Will the Countess honor me?" For Damballa they use St. Patrick-because
Thunstone rose and bowed them away of the snakes. And John the Baptist is the
from the table, but did not sit down again. hairiest, so they take him for Legba. That
As the Countess danced off with Rowley print was given me by the hormgon, the
Thorne, he swiftly skirted the outer fringe medicine man you can call him, when he
of tables, spoke earnestly to the head got real pictures."
waiter, offering some bills. The head "Real pictures?" echoed Thunstone.
waiter led him to a side passage indicating "Some artist was making them, someone
a row of dressing room doors. "Number on Haiti. The Legba one would scare a
two, sir," he said and Thunstone knocked . . top sergeant." She shrugged her shoulders
S'4 WEIRD TALES
oat of the robe in a mock shudder. "The · moved between the tables and Rowley
artist's name was Thorne." Thorne stood up with a gentle smile of
Thunstone stared. "Rowley Thorne?" greeting.
"Maybe. Rowley or Roland or some- "Mr. Thunstone, I was a guest at your
thing. I never met him, he stayed close to table last night. Sit at mine tonight. Sharon
the big shots in Haiti. Now, what public- said that she was sure you would come."
ity pictures will you want?" Sharon, he had said. They were at first
"Later," he said. "May I call again? names, she and Rowley Thorne. He looked
Thanks." down at her and said, "It's so nice to see
He returned to ·rus table, just as the you again. Thanks, Thorne. But it's my
Countess and Rowley Thorne finished their turn to buy a drink, eh? Waiter, the lady
d.mce. will have an old-fashioned. You like cham-
"Jealous?" smiled the Countess Monte- pagne, Mr. Thorne?"
seco in the homewarp taxi. "Miffed because "Champagne cocktail," ordered Thorne.
I found Mr. Thorne attractive?" "Scotch and water," added Thunstone .
..Should I be?" Thunstone smiled back. As the waiter moved away, he said to
"He was informative about voodoo. " Thorne, "This will become one of my
"°Wasn't he, though? No mock-myster- favorite night spots."
ious puttings off on his part. He wants to "Illyria is a great drawing card," purred
explain all the things you've held out on the other, his gray eyes estimating the
me." Her smile grew wistful. "Men usu- throng of guests. "Not long now until
ally like to talk to me, about themselves her midnight act. Ever study the impor-
and their interests. You're different from tance of midnight in occult ceremonies,
them all." Thunstone? It's exactly midway between
"Different, I hope, from Rowley sunset and sunrise. Allows the supernat-
Thome." ural force to split the dark hours halfway
"Which sounds as if you know more -half for the summoning of courage and
about him than you admitted. Here's my strength to come forth, half to do what-
apartment house. Come upstairs and tell me ever is in han.d to do."
about him." "That's the kind of thing John always
''I'll come up," said 'fhnnstone, "but refuses to explain to me," interjected the
I'll not talk about Rowley Thorne. Because Countess.
he's part of the magic that the world had "You know why," he smiled to her.
better not know about." Then, to Thorne: "La$t night you borrowed
my lady for a dance. May I borrow yours?"
rnR.UE to his stated policy, Thunstone did The singer had finished, the orchestra
l. not ask the Countess to go back with played. Thunstone and the Countess
him to the Club Samedi on the following glided away together. Her bright hair came
night. But as he entered1' after 11 o'clock, up to his chin. She gave him a quick, ap-
he wished he had. For she sat at a choice praising flash of blue eyes.
table, well forward to the floor show, with "I really came here to meet you," she
Rowley Thorne. said. "You wouldn't invite me, so--"
The lights seemed to blur, and the torch "So you asked Rowley Thome to ob-
singer at the microphone-loud though she lige?"
was-faded into the back of his conscious- "Hardly. He telephoned me. Enter-
ness; but he was sure he betrayed nothing prising gentleman, to find my address and
of being startled or disappointed as he ~on. We had dinner, a theater, ·and'lots
THE THIRD CRY TO LEGBA
of fascinating talk. About your forbidden of motion above Illyria's tossing head.
subject. Why don't you approve of him, Branches of a tree, with long trailing
John?" leaves or moss-branches, or their shadow,
"Haven't I said that I wouldn't talk here in the Club Samedi, far from any
about him?" natural growth of any kind-and along
"And I suppose you won't, even to show the branch lay and quivered something, a
me that I shouldn't go out with him any definite hulk of substance that moved and
more. You're pretty stern in your policy. lived within arm's reach of the dancer....
Or is it too strong a word, policy? Shouldn't "-immole'-hail"
I say prejudice or obsession?" The speckled rooster was in her hands.
'Tm afraid," he said slowly, "that I'm a She caught it by the neck, forced its head
very old-fashioned dancer." back and around. Crrrrrack!
"Which means that you dance only to Overhead something ~eemed to sag down
please me. I'm really flattered, John." for a moment, like a strand of fabric, or a
Their dancing continued in silence. tentacle, or an arm. Next moment Illyria
When they returned to the table, their was gone, the attendant with the dead roos-
drinks waited. Rowley Thorne was charm- ter was gone, the lights were blinding, and
ing, exhibiting a strange ring with a cabi- -no branch showed waving from the ceil-
net setting, which he said had once held ing.
poison for a Borgia; and he had begun a "Tomorrow midnight will see Illyria re-
good-humored discussion of thought trans- peat the voodoo-dance," the announcer was
£erence, when the lights and sounds ceased shouting, "and the midnight after that ... "
as abruptly as before. The gong tolled, the Thunstone got up. "Good-night," he
master of ceremonies spoke: "Midnight. said, and bowed toward Sharon. "This is
The witching hour. And Illyria!" , all I came to see."
She was there, in the brown spotlight, "Must you go so soon?" she pleaded,
throwing off her robe to dance and chant. and he nodded that he must. "Good-night,
t'Legba choi-yan, choi-yan Zandor-" Thorne. I'll see you again. Later."
Thunstone felt a sudden light touch on He put money in the waiter's hand and
his hand. Sharon, the Countess Monteseco, strolled away to the cloak-room. Retriev-
wanted to hold hands in the dark. For ing his hat, he turned to go. Rowley Thorne
reasons of his own, he drew his fingers was there beside him.
away, straining his eyes to pierce the gloom. "You said you'd see me later," said
Because something was there with ~llyria, Thorne. "Why not see me now, Thunstone?
who should be alone in the center of the You know, I know all about you. You're
dance floor-it wasn't time yet for the man an exhaustive researcher into certain things,
with the speckled rooster- to destroy them. I'm surprised that you
don't know me."
"Legba choi-yan, choi-yan Zandor- MJ do know all about you, Thorne, or
Zandor Legba, immole'-hai/11 as much as I want to know. I just didn't
let on. You were kicked out of two Euro-
r)'1HAT old trick, taught him long ago pean universities for pursuits the faculties
.l by a Pennsylvania Dutch coon hunter- abhorred. The police of France, England
Thunstone closed his eyes tightly for a mo- and India have all issued you standing
ment, then opened them wide. The dark- dares to set foot on their territory. You'd
ness paled ever so slightly, to a sort of blu- be a known international crook if it wasn't
ish dusk, and he saw it, saw the stir for the fact that you steal or swindle only
I
WEIRD TALES
enough to support you .in luxury for your home of a smiling brown man who wore
activity in the very thing I've been fight- the rourtd collar and high waistcoat of a
ing." preacher, and who shook Thunstone's hand
Rowley Thorne bowed. "You being what warmly. They talked for a while, and the
you are, I wouldn't want any other estimate brown man's smile vanished. He took
of myself from you. We've been on oppo- books from a shelf. The first of these was
site sides for years, and now we' re face to gaily striped in red and blue.
face. One of us will be hurt." "'Tell My Horse,' by Zora Neale Hur-
''I'm sure of that," said Thunstone. ston," said the brown man. "She's a Bar-
"Good-night, Thorne." nard graduate, a Guggenheim fellow, an
Thorne did not move from his way. The anthropologist, and an open-minded truth
gray eyes were pale as moonlight. "I don't seeker. She traveled a year in the West
think, Thunstone, that you can afford to Indies, and wrote this book. Lippincott
play tricks with me. For I haven't any published it in 1938." His sepia-tinted fin-
vulnerable poirrt. And you have, sitting at ger found a place for Thunstone. "Read
my table yonder." right there."
Thunstone returned his stare. Where Thunstone noted the page number, 171.
Thorne' s gray eyes narrowed, Thunstone' s He began to read aloud: " ... for Legba
widened a trifle. is never honored alone. He opens the
"The Countess is charming," Thorne al- gate so that the other gods come to their
most crooned. "You've thought so for worshipers."
years, haven't you? And yet you let her "Exactly," nodded the brown man, and
get away from you. Another man got her. leafed backward in the book. "Now. Read
Perhaps that will happen again.'' again."
"The future will tell," Thunstone re-
plied. "I recognize her appeal to you, rf"HUNSTONE did so: "The way to all
Thome. Money, isn't it? She's rich." .l things is his hands. Therefore he is
"I'll need money for what I intend to the first god in all Haiti in point of service."
do, for which the ground work is two- The book fell shut, and the two men
thirds complete." Thorne stepped aside and looked at each other above it.
bowed. "I mustn't detain you longer, Thun- 'Tm thinking of an old legend, almost
stone. Good-night. Sleep well. Maybe an outworn one," said Thunstone. "It's .
I'll send you a dream." about a sorcerer's apprentice, who raised
Thunstone left the Club Samedi, but he devils without thinking of the conse-
did not sleep. He visited three people, all quences. What's that next book?"
of them among his friends and all of them "It's by Montague Summers, the great-
owing him favors. est authority on witchcraft." Brown hands
opened it. "Here's the reference. He says
DIRST of these was a high official of the that those who attend the ceremonies of
.I1 New York police. The man argued evil without protesting or trying to stop
vehemently but futilely against what Thun- them become, by acquiescence, participants
stone demanded, and finally agreed. "I in the cult. That would hardly include you
don't know what the charge can be," he -you attend to learn how to fight such
mourned lamely. things. The others, whether deliberately.
"Find one, and thanks." sympathetic or just unknowing, become
Thunstone's next stop was in Harlem. cult-members."
He entered the modest but comfortable "I hope not all," said Thunstone, think-
THE THIRD CRY TO LEGBA
•
ing of fait hait and sapphire eyes. "And shop. From a table the little man took a
the third book there?" black velvet OlSe and opened it.
"It's by Joseph]. Willia.ms. Like Sum- "Silver," he pronounced. "Sovereign de-
mers, he's a priest, a Jesuit. As a resident f ense against evil."
of Jamaica, he studied and wrote of voodoo "And set with sapphires," added Thun-
and obeah. He mentions the missionary- stone. "So much the better for my pur-
effort of the cult to spread, . and how the pose."
worshipers hope to transplant their evil "Observe, Mr. Thuf¥tone, the pattern ~f
spirits to other lands." . the brooch. An interweaving of crosses.
Thunstone frowned in thought. After a That Bower, too--"
moment he said: "Legba, then, is to be in- "A blossom of St. John's wort," said
voked in conjunction with a prayer to some Thunstone. He peered at the brooch. "How
other spirit. But here he's invoked alone. old is it?"
Twice. The grizzled head shook. "Who can say?
. "A third time in succession-that's Yet the man I got it ~rom says that it's a
pretty familiar magical routine. He may good thousand years old, and that it was de-
give attention, and do something else be· signed and made by St. Dunstan." Shrewd
side open gates." old eyes twinkled at Thunstone. "Dunstan
"Exactly." The dark man's head nodded sounds like Thunstone, eh? He was like
slowly. "And, in a new place, a new po\\-'er you, he was. A gentleman born and bred,
to profit-evil pro.fit-will be placed in the who studied black magic-and caught
hands of certain cult-founders. Your ac- Satan's nose in a pait of red-hot pincers!"
quaintance, Rowley Thorne, won't have "How much?" asked Thunstone.
overlooked the chance. It is best that the "To you, nothing. Not a cent. No, sir,
ritual be somehow prevented this coming don't argue. I owe you my life and more.
midnight." Where shall I send it?" .
"I think I've attended to that," said ''I'll give you the address, and a mes-
Thunstone. "And I half guessed these sage."
other matters. But I'm grateful for your Thunstone took out one of his cards, and
agreement. I take your word on voodoo- wrote on the back:
.fighting as better than any other man's.
Sharon-
Well, I shan't keep you up any later."
! know you love sapphires. Won't you
"Heaven protect you," said the brown
wear this for me, and take lunch with
man in farewell. me today?
Thunstone grinned. "Heaven's supposed
' John.
to protect all fools."
"Yes, and all fighters for the right. "It'll reach her early in the morning,"
Good-by." promised the jeweler., Thunstone thanked
His third call was to a small shop in a him and departed.
big building in mid-town. It was open, and The dark hours, ascribed by Rowley
a single person, a little grizzled old fellow, Thome to supernatural agencies, had gone,
in charge. He greeted Thunstone warmly. and the sun was three-quarters up when
"I want," said Thunstone, "protection." Thunstone sought his bed.
"For yourself?"
"Not for myself. A woman."
"Come into the back room." Thunstone SHARON, Countess Monteseco, was
charming in tailored blue as she met
followed the proprietor into a musty work- Thunstone in the lobby of the restaurant.
58 WEIRD TALES
Her on~ piece of jewelry was the sapphire- the brooch she wore. He put forth a finger
and silver brooch. and touched it lightly. ·"Now, I'll ask a
"Why so glum, John?" she asked as they favor. I don't do that often, do I? Sharon,
sought their table. "Cross? Because I gave wear this tonight."
a date to Rowley?" "Oh, I meant to. I love it, John. It's
"First names with you, too," he mur- a beautiful old thing."
mured. "No, Sharon, not cross. I haven't The food arrived, and Thunstone had
a right to be, have I?" not told her why he wanted Thorne's ad-
"Rowley said that you and he quarreled dress. But, after they parted, he again
about me last night." called on the police official who had, at his
"We discussed you," admitted Thun- request, dosed the Club Samedi. He asked
stone. "But if we had quarreled, seriously, several questions, and waited while his
one or the other of us would not be on friend made telephone calls and checked
view today." many papers. Finally the policeman gave
They paused as a 'W'lliter drifted up to him an address on Nineteenth Street.
take their order. Over the cocktail, Sharon "Don't know what floor, John," said the
said, "You won't object, then; if Rowley policeman. "We'll know tomorrow, if-"
takes me to the Club Samedi again to- "Tomorrow may be too late," Thunstone
night." told him. "Now, one last favor. If I'm
Thunstone scowled a little. "Qub arrested tonight for house-breaking, will
Samedi? But it's been closed. Some little you do what you can to get me a light
technicality about the precautions against sentence?"
fire. I saw a couple of lines in the _mom-
ing pa.per." ~E particular block on East Nineteenth
"I know about that, but it'll open in a Street was a shabby, quiet one. It was
few days·. Meanwhile, there'll be a late past ten o' dock when Rowley Thome
rehearsal of the entertainers tonight. No emerged from a building with a yellow-
guests, but-" brick front. He was dressed magnificently
·u no guests, how are you and Thorne in evening clothes, with a cape falling from
going to be present?" his thick shoulders in dignified folds. He
She smiled a little. "You are interested, got into a waiting taxi, which rolled to the
after all, even interested enough to inter- comer, then uptown. After it had gone,
rupt me. It happens that Rowley has bought John Thunstone emerged from behind ·a
an interest in the Club Samedi. H~'ll be basement stairway railing opposite and en-
, present, and he said he'd ca:ll for me at 11 tered the door of the building.
o'clock." She paused, and looked at him On the right wall of the vestibule were
shyly. "If you would care to see me earlier 1ive mail slots, each topped with a name
in the evening ... " and a bell button. Thunstone studied the
He shook his head. "I'd care to, but I names.
can't. I have something that, as Jules de None of them remotely resembled
Grandin would put it, demands to be done. Rowley Thorne's name. On Thunstone's
Sharon, do you Jmow where Rowley Thorne brow appeared the creasy frown that
lives?" showed his descent into deep thought.
"Not exactly. I think somewhere near Then he approached his forefinger to the
Gramercy Park-yes, on East Nineteenth button at the rear of the row, beside a. let-
Street. Why, John?" . tered label reading BOGAN, 5. At the last
He did not answer that, but gazed at moment he did not touch that button, but
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the one above the next slot, which was knocked at the door. There was no answer.
marked LEONARD, 4. After listening a moment, he produced a
A moment of silence, then the lock of great bundle of keys. The third of them
the door emitted a muffled buzzing. Thun- unlocked the door, and he entered. Enough
stone turned the knob and entered. A nar- light came through the windows for him to
row hallway revealed itself, with a stair- see the interior, comfortable though dinro··
case mounting upward. Thunstorte started There were five rooms, and in one of these
to climb, swiftly and softly for all his size. was a bed, on which lay the drunkest man
He came to the top of two flights of Thunstone had met in many months. Thun-
stairs without adventure. At the top of the stone' s search was for writings and books.
third waited a stocky man in a sleeveless There were no writings, and only two
undershirt. "Yeah?" he prompted. books. Thunstone carried them to the win-
"Mr. Bogan?" asked Thunstone. dow. One was a cheap, worn copy of
"Nah, my name's Leonard." The man "Gone with the Wind," the other a New
jerked a thumb upward. "Bogan's on the Testament. Thunstone left the apartment
top floor." without hesitation.
"I see. Thanks." Thunstone's eye The apartment on the second floor was
caught a gleam at the center of Leonard's occupied by three working girls. Thun-
throat-a cheap gold-plaited crucifix. stone introduced himself as a field man for
"Sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Leon- a national poll, and asked questions that
ard.'' brought forth the readiest of answers.
"That's all Fight." The man shuffled Within half a dozen exchanges he absolved
back into his apartment. Thunstone men- this apartment too of any Rowley Thome
tally crossed him off of a possible investi- influence, but it was with difficulty he made
gation list; no partner of Rowley Thorne his exit; the girls were expecting company,
would wear a crucifix. and wanted to exhibit their poll-making
He went up the last flight of stairs. Half- visitor.
way to the top he heard voices, a man's and Finally he tapped at the door on the
a woman's, in furious argument. first floor. A pudgy middle-aged woman
•Tm fed up," the man was saying ve- answered the knock. "Is this the superin-
hemently. 'Tm tired of all this constant tendent's apartment?" asked Thunstone.
pretending. We're through.'' She shook her head. "No. He's in the
"That suits me fine, and double," re- basement. That is, he was. I think he
joined the woman. "Okay, get out." went out just now, all dressed up for lodge
"Get out?" the man echoed scornfully. or something." ·
"Me get out? Listen, I pay the rent of this 'TU talk to his wife," said Thunstone.
plac~. You're the one that's getting out." "Ain't got a wife. Just him."
.. I'm doing nothing of the sort! It's my "What kind of superintendent is he?"
furniture, isn't it? Didn't my own mother "All right. Kind of close-mouthed and
give it to us? Well, I'~ not walking away cross. But I'd rather have them that way
and leaving you in possession of my furni- than too talky. Why?"
ture-" 'Tm thinking of moving in here,"
Thunstone permitted himself to smile. Thunstone told her.
Plainly there would be no room for Row- "You can't. House is full up.''
ley Thorne's career of strange study and ex- Thunstone thanked her, and turned as
periment in such.an atmosphere as that.... if to leave. When her door closed, he
He descended to the third Boor. He tiptoed ~own the basement stairs.
60 WEIRD TALES
BUT the door was fitted with a pat· you seek, then you will be master of a
ent lock. His keys would not open faith never before followed, and I shall
it. Thunstone drew out a pocket knife and be content, as always, to be your ser·
whittled knowingly at a panel. He made a vant. When you have miracles to show,
hole big enough to admit one hand, and others will bring service and wealth. If
unfastened the door from ""'.ithin. Then he this is what you have always wanted, I
moved stealthily inside, past a furnace and will be glad, so glad. Even if it mqst
coal bin, to an inner door. be gained by your gallantry to that
This, too, had a strong and complicated blonde fool, I will be glad.
lock, but its hinges were on the outside.
Thunstone managed to grub out the pins Thunstone did not know the name
and lifted the door bodily out. He walked signed to this letter, but it completed his
into the silent room beyond. search for knowledge. He glanced at his
It was dimly lighted, by a little lamp wrist watch-the illuminated dial showed
on a shelf. Thunstone walked to it. There that it was 11 :30. Quickly he unfastened
sat a small stone image of extreme ugli- the front door of the apartment, hurried
ness. Thunstone sniffed at the lamp. up the outer steps, and· on to the corner,
"Ghee," he muttered under his breath. where he waved wildly for a taxi.
"Indian god-Indian worship." On the "Oub Samedi," he bade the driver.
same shelf were several books, two of them "The Samedi's closed down," the driver
in languages that Thunstone could not read. began to say.
The others were on occu!t'subjects, and all "Oub Samedi," repeated Thunstone,
except one had been proscribed, banned "and drive like the devil."
and outlawed by various governments.
REACHED the rear of the dub by
Thunstone mo\ted into the other room
of the caretaker's apartment. Another shelf HEentering a restaurant, bribing a
held more idols, of various makes. Before waiter, and walking out through the
one burned a long stick of incense. A sec· kitchen. Across a courtyard was the dingy
ond was of -;:ood. The caretaker appar· back door. He tried the door stealthily. It
entry observed several worships, each with was locked, and he did not attempt to pick
its proper and esoteric ritual. On the table the lock. Instead he turned to where sev·
were several papers. eral garbage cans were lined against the
The first was a carbon copy of an agree· wall. One of these he set on the other,
ment, whereby Rowley Thorne agreed to climbed gingerly upon them, and with a
pay within thirty days the sum of ten thou· sudden leap was able to dutch the guttered
sand dollars for a half interest in the fix· edge of the roof.
tures and profits of the Oub Samedi. The For a moment he clung, then, sway·
second was a penciled scrawl, by someone ing powerfully sidewise and at the same
of limited education but undeniable time flexing the muscles of his big arms,
shrewdness, reporting on the .financial af• he drew himself up, hooked a heel into the
fairs of Sharon, Countess Monteseco. The gutter. He dragged his body up on the
third was in ink, on scented stationery, flat roof and stole across it to a skylight.
the writing of an educated woman: Cautiously . he peered in and down.
The room below was dark, but he caught
Thursday. a gleam from pots and pans on a rack-
Like you, I feel that too many wor· this would be the kitchen. He pushed him-
shipers spoil a worship. If you find what self through feet first, lowered himself to
nm THIRD ' CRY TO LEGBA 61
the full length of his arms, and dropped. died suddenly as Illyria struck her pose,
Noise he must have made, but nobody head back and arms out. Rowley Thome
challenged him. He dared to strike a match. stole forward, holding the rooster at arm's
On an oven-top he saw a cardboard box, length. And yet another pair of arms were
marked SALT. He eagerly clutched it. reaching, enormous arms from above, like
"Lafcadio Hearn commented on it," he the distorted shadows of arms on a lighted
said under his breath. "So did W. B. Sea- screen, but arms which ended in clumsy
brook. I'm set." claws and not hands, arms tufted and
He tiptoed toward the service door to the matted in hair..••
dub auditorium. As he reached it, he heard Thunstone darted forward. Under one
the voice of the master of ceremonies: arm he held the salt-box. His other hand
"Midnight. The witching hour. And caught Thorne' s wrist, wrung it like a dish-
Illyria!" cloth. Thorne gasped in startled pain, and
the rooster sprang free, running crookedly
~E voodoo music began, clarinet and across the floor.
tom-tom, and masked the slight noise A great streak of gloomy shadow pur-
of Thunstone's entrance. sued it, something like claws made a grab
From the kitchen threshold he could see at it, and missed. Thorne suddenly began
Illyria's dance begin in the brown glow of to rave:
the spotlight. To one side stood Rowley "Legba, Legba! I wasn't at fault..--a
Thorne, extra big in the gloom, his hands stranger-down on your knees, all of you!
quelling the struggles of the sacrificial Dfa:th is in this room! Death to your bodies,
rooster. Plainly he would substitute for the · and your souls, too!"
regular assistant. The only spectator was His voice had the power to command.
Sharon, sitting beyond the spotlight at a All of them floundered to their knees, all
ringside table. save Thunstone and the shaggy bulk that
This much Thunstone saw at his first was sliding down through the shadows of
glance. His second marked the other pres- foliage. . . . .
ence in the darkened club. Thunstone tore open the salt package.
There was a swaying above Illyria, a One hand clutched as much salt as it could
swaying in time to music. A great fronde<i hold. The other threw the box, and it
shadow drooped lower and lower, as if a struck something that, however ill-defined
heavy weight forced it down. The jungle in the brown light, certainly had solidity.
foliage that Thunstone had seen before had The missile burst like a shell, scattering
returned to being inside the ceiling, and its contents everywhere.
the shaggy bulk was upon it, edging stealth- Thunstone will remember to his death
ily close to Hlyria. the prolonged wave of high sharp sound
that might have been scream or roar, and
"Legba choi-yan, choi-yan Zandor- might even have had words mixed into it
Zt:mdor Legba, immole'-hai!" -words of whatever unidentified tongue
formed the voodoo rituals. A grip fas-
And, rrzhro mahnda!" chanted the drum- tened upon him, a great embracing pres-
mer and Thorne, doing duty for the absent sure that might have been talon-like hands
quartet. or coils like a huge serpent. He felt his
"lhro mahnda. ••• lhro mahnda!" ribs buckle and creak, but he let himself
The climax of the dance was approach- be lifted, gathered close. And he put out
ing. Faster and faster went the music, then his handful of salt, swiftlJ. but coolly and
62 WEIRD TALES
orderly, and thrust it well at the point establish Legba-worship with this club as a
where a face should be. headquarters, and with money he intended
The surface on which he spread the salt to get from-"
opposed his hand for but a moment. Then He felt the wide gaze of Sharon, and
it was gone, and so was .the grip on his said no more, but walked to her. ·
body. He fell hard and sprawling, but At her side, he turned on Thorne once
was up again in an instant. Overhead there again.
were no branches. There was nothing. But "Whatever money you get, you must get
just at Thunstone's feet lay Illyria. The elsewhere now. I don't think that Sharon
light was enough to show him that, at some will listen to you further. I'll be amused
point in the proceedings, her neck had been to know how you are going to meet a debt
broken, like the neck of a speckled fowl of ten thousand dollars, when you have
sacrificed to Legba. been living on sheer wit, bluff and evil.
He went .to a wall, found a switch, and But whatever you do, Thorne, do as hon-
flicked it. The room filled with light. "Get estly as possible. I intend to keep watch
up, everybody," he ordered, and they did upon you." ·
so. Only Illyria lay where she had fallen. Sharon caught Thunstone' s arm with
one hand. The other clung to the brooch
'~Bon
Voyage,
Michele''
SEABURY QUINN
Each warrior was given a sacred bundle, to keep and
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to .pan on Jn reverence down thro11gh ge11ef'11t1on1
olden Goblins
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
member of a good fraternity apd captain hereditary chief, have charge of it. When
of a successful basketball team. But, as he I came East, for the purpose of conferring
sat in Thunstone' s drawing room, he cud- with the government, I felt I must bring
dled most prayerfully an abject that looked it along."
to have come straight out of the Stone Age. "For worship, or for safe keeping?..
Thunstone, big and reposeful and hos- asked Thunstone.
pitable, lolled in an easy chair opposite. "For both." Long Spear spoke almost
He puffed at the pipeful of fragrant to- defiantly. "I have learned white men's
bacco Long Spear had given him-tobacco ways, learned them so well that I think I
mixed, Indian fashion, with kinickinick shall defeat the warped arguments that
and red willow bark-and eyed the thing now threaten us. But I hold to my father's
that Long Spear had brought into the room. belief, as a true son should. Do you ob-
It was shaped like a smallish, compact ject?"
bolster, snugly wrapped in some kind of "Not in the least, because you don't ob-
ancient rawhidr:, on which dark hair still ject to mine." Thunstone leaned forward.
remained. Tight-shrunk leather thongs "Will you permit me to touch the bundle?"
held that wrapping in place. In Long Long Spear passed it to him, as gently as
Spear's hands it seemed to have some though it were an infant prince asleep.
solidity and weight. . As Thunstone had judged, it was compact
"I want you to keep it for me, my and quite weighty. He examined the raw-
friend," said Long Spear. "Your trail to hide with a soft pressure of bis long.
Those Above is different from the In- strong fore.finger. His eyes were studious
dian's; but you know and respect the faith on either side of his big dented nose.
of my people... "Buffalo hide, I judge. But is it as old
"I respect all true worships," nodded as you seem to think?"
Thunstone. · "Yet I know very little of
what your tribe believes. If you care to LONG SPEAR smiled, quite beautifully.
tell me, I would care to hear ... ..Not the hide. That was put on by my
"We Tsichah were living on the West- grandfather when he was no older than I,
ern Plains when the first Spaniards came say sixty years ago. When the outer cover·
under Coronado," Long Spear told him, ing of the bundle becomes worn or dam-
and h;is voice shifted to a proud, deep aged, we wrap it in fresh hide. It is not
register. "Before that, we had lived-who permitted to open the bundle. That is, as
knows where? The name of the land can- the Tsichah say, bad medicine."
not be traced today, and perhaps it is "Of such bundles. I've heard," nodded
legendary. But the old men say that we Thunstone. ..yet I've never seen one, even
came from there to the plains countiy. in the museums." 6
When the Tsichah made ready to migrate, "You won't find the Ark of the Cove·
their guardians Those Above-,descended nant iri a museum, either," reminded Long
from the Shining Lodge and walked like Spear. "A Tsichah would as soon sell the
men to advise and help them. To each bones of his father. And don't ask me
warrior who headed a family was given a w~t's at the center of the bundle. I do
sacred bundle, to keep in his home and to not .know, and I do not think any other
pass on in reverence to his oldest son. living man knows. I do not think that
This," and he lifted the rawhide bolster, anyone had better .find out."
"is one such, given to the man who Thunstone handed the bundle back.
fathered my clan of the Tsichah. I, as "Well, f.OU want me to keep it for you.
30 WEIRD TALES
But why? What makes y0u hesitate to to them without the b1,md1e., even if I
ieep it yourself?" gained a victo.ty in the dispute. You un-
..Someone's after it, .. said Long Spear, derstand?"
in a voice that suddenly grew taut and "Perfectly," said Thunstone.
deadly. "Someone who calls himself a re- He rose, towering mightily, and crossed
former, who protests against the old the room to where hung a painting of
Tsichah worship. He knows it makes our autumn trees. He pushed it aside and re-
tribe solid on its reservation. And he wants -vealed a wall safe, which he opened. "Will
to disrupt, so as to rob the Tsichah as other it go in here?"
tribes have been robbed." Long Spear brought it~ and it went in
Thunstone lighted his pipe again. "Let easily. Thunstone closed his safe and spun
me guess, Long Spear. Might the name the dial.
be Rowley Thorne?" "Now, my friend, they say that no In-
The blue-black head shook. "No. rve dian will refuse a drink. How about one
heard a little of him, he causes trouble and here, and some lunch in the grill down-
evil for trouble and evil's sakes. You've stairs?"
met him and defeated him, haven''t you? Those who understand John Thunstone,
..• Rowley Thorne is washing dishes in a and they are not many, say that he has two
restaurant where I would not care to eat. passions-defeat of ill-magic, and service
This is someone else... of the lovely Sharon, Countess Monteseco.
.. I've heard of Roy Bulger." This does not mean that he is otherwise
A,gain a head-shake. "No. The Reverend cold or distant. His friends include all
Mr. Bulger opposes our worship, calling it sorts of persons, not all of them canny,
heathen-but he's an honest, narrow mis- but all of them pro.fitabl~. He likes to set
sionary. He isn't in it for pro.fit." himself apart from others who study oc-
"You Iildians like to put riddles, don't cultism in that he does not believe himself
yOu? The man must be Barton Siddons." to be psychic. If he were asked the wish of
•yes." Long Spear's brown .fist clenched his heart, he might say that it was the re-
on top of his bundle. "He's interested turn of honesty and good manners.
several Congressmen who know nothing
about Indians. Convinces them that we' re
banded together in ancient warrior belief, HEforAND Long Spear had a good lunch,
they both liked excellent food and
and may cause trouble, even an uprising. plenty of it. At the end of it, Long Spear
Wants restrictions placed on our worship. excused himself, promising to come later
Well," and the other .fist clenched, "I'm in the evening. Tuunstone remained alone
here in the East to argile with certain Con- at the table, sipping a green liqueur and
gressmen myself. If they don't listen, I'll thinking about whatever Thunstone is apt
talk to the President. And I can .finish up to think about. His reverie was broken by
with the Supreme Court. There's such a a voice beside him.
thing as freedom of worship." "Pardon me, but aren't you John Thun-
"And I'm to protect your sacred bundle stone? The author of those articles in the
from Siddons?" Utef'ary Review about modern witch be-'
"If you will. He told me that he'd liefs. I read them-enjoyed them a lot.
destroy it, as a symbol of wickedness. Nice Mind if I sit down? .Siddons is my name."
apeing of the fanatic reformer style-but The speaker was narrow-bodied, tall,
what he really wants to do is shame me with hair growing to a point on his fore-
before my people. I wouldn't dare go back head and a cleft dimple in his chin. He
THE GOLDEN GOBLINS Jl
might be distinguished-looking except for stead of teepees, grew maize and beans and
too shiftyJ greedy eyes. He dropped into potatoes, were well advanced in painting
the chair that Long Spear had vacated. and carving, and had a hereditary aris-
..Mr. ThunstoneJ to judge by rour writ- tocracy."
ings and your looks, you' re a civilized "That's what I'm getting at," rejoined
gentleman with a sense of spiritual rights Siddons warmly. "Hereditary aristocracy.
and wrongs." Because a copper-colored tramp is born of
"Thanks," nodded Thunstone. the old chieftain stock, he swanks around
"Do you know that Indian you were like a grand duke. Not American."
eating with?" "Not American?" repeated Thunstone.
"I seldom eat with people I Clon't know, "The Tsichah were here well before us.
Mr. Siddons." And it's American to let them keep to
"I mean, do you know his character? their own ways."
Mr. Thunstone, I'll be blunt. He's a dan- "Not the ways of the Tsichah. Not when
gerous barbarian." they' re dangerous. Sir, I've been there to
their reservation. They stick together like
THUNSTONE sipped. "Barbarian is a a secret society, with their scowling brown
hard word for Long Spear. He's well faces and maybe knives and pistols under
educated, and has profited by it. Do I their shirts. It's their clinging to old cus-
understand that you and he are enemies?" toms and worships, and obedience to their
Siddons nodded emphatically. "We are, hereditary chiefs, that makes them a men·
I'm proud to say. I know these aboriginal ace. I'm one who wants to stop them."
intellectuals, Mr. Thunstone. Yapping for · Thunstone considered. "It seems," he
special rights and prerogatives, on the said slowly, .. that twice before white men
grounds of being here .first. And planning, tampered with the Indian religions. There
sir, to bite the hand that feeds them-bjte were uprisings each time, brutal and bloody
it clear off, if they get teeth enough!" -the Smohalla Rebellion in the 'eighties,
And Siddons showed his own teeth. and the Ghost Dance War in 1891. If the
Thunstone made his voice lazy as he Tsichah worship is tampered with ... but
said, "I never saw Long Spear bite any- why should it be?"
thing savagely, except perhaps a filet mig- "A religion that advocates human sacri-
non. Suppose, Mr. Siddons, you tell me fice?"
what fault you find with him, and why you "I know that it hasn't been practiced
seek to impress me with it." !or years. The Tsichah worship the Shin-
"Fault? Plenty of that. The man's a ing Lodge and Those Above, quietly and
heathen. His tribe-the Tsichah-believes sincerely. And they credit their gods with
in human sacrifice." Again Siddons grim- being kind-giving them, for instance.
aced furiously. "A captive girl, coruecrated mineral wealth, mines of cinnabar and some
to whatever devil they worship, shot to oil property."
death with arrows and chopped to bits-"
"The Tsichah haven't done that for a
century or so," reminded Thunstone S IDDONS started violently, and licked
his lips. "Well, it's still heathen and
smoothly. "It's an interesting study, that barbaric, and as a non-white organization
sacrifice rite. Done for crop fertility, and it's dangerous. Now to answer the second
suggests some relationship to the Aztecs. part of your question. Why should I tell
The Tsichah were considerably cultured for you these things, you ask. It ties up to your
plains Indians lived in earth houses in- friend, Long Spear."
32 WEIRD TALES
..A civilized American citizen," said Siddons rose in turn. His face twisted,
Thunstone. his eyes rolled a little.
"Suppose," said Siddons craftily, "I was "I might have known. You hokus-pokus
to prove that he wasn't?'• birds are all alike, crackpots. But don't try
Thunstone's black brows lifted, and he to buck me, Thunstone. I might cut you
said nothing. down to a dwarf."
"Suppose I should tell you," went on He strutted out, h'ke a rooster whose dig-
Siddons, "that he carries a savage talisman nity has been offended. Thunstone sat back
with him, and places his faith and sense in his chair.
of power in it? An ancient fetish-" "Waiter," he said, "another liqueur."
"A sacred bundle of the Tsichah re-
ligion?" suggested Thunstone.
"Exactly. You know about sacred bun- LATER in the afternoon Thunstone was
alone in his drawing room. On im-
dles?" pulse he took the sacred bundle from his
"A little. Go on with what you say." safe, and sat in the armchair with it on his
"Well, Long Spear~bas one. His whole lap. Long he studied it, and with true
narrow Indian mind is obsessed with how reverent attention.
holy and mighty that thing is. I mentioned He tapped the outer envelop of rawhide.
the possibility of destroying it, and he said Under it was what? .Another layer. Under
quite frankly that he'd kill me for that." that, another. .Another beneath the third-
Again Thunstone said nothi.ng. His eye- and so an for many layers, each represent-
brows came down again~ his eyes narrowed ing a generation or more of time. Fmally,
a trifle. if one ~outed ritual arid peeled them all
"You, Mr. Thunstone, have a reputation away, would come into Tiew the original
for crushing evil beliefs. And I have in sacred bwidle, the gift that Long Spear
mind that you might be persuaded to said had come from Those .Above. And
help-" inside that-what? Nobody knew. The
"I know that Long Spear has the bundle. gods had not told her children, the
I've seen it." ancestral Tsichah. And nq man had
Siddons leaned forward excitedly... Do looked.
you know where it is?" Thunstone took it in his arms, carefully.
"I do," said Thunstone, still smoothly. He had seen Long Spear do that. His con-
"It's in a safe place of my lending, and stant yearning for knowledge of the un-
it will stay there. Mr, Si<!dons, you'd better seen and unknown was strong in him; but
leave it alone, or I feel sure that Long evidently not strong enough. He was not
Spear's prophecy of death will come true." psychic, he thought once again. His was
Thunstone got up. He was always im- not the gift of priesthood or prophecy. He
mense when he did that. had a sense of solemnity, no more.
'T d heard about your real purpose in Long Spear came in. I had lunch with
wanting to disorganize the Tsichah. I made you," he greeted. "How about dinner with
sure by mentioning their mineral wealth, me.... I see you're looking at the bundle."
and saw you start. You want to get your "I didn't think you'd mind, Long
hands on it, don't you, Siddons? Well, Spear."
I'm not going to help you. I'll help Long "I don't. I trust you full with it. What
Spear, because he's a sound, honorable do you think of it?"
pagan gentleman, and a credit to any race. Thunstone shook his head. -·I was try·
Good day." iog to find what to think, by holding it.
THE GOLDEN GOBLINS 33
It should do something to me, but it "Ahkidah, ai-ee/11
doesn't." Now it seemed to Thunstone that the
"Because yoii' re not a priest, a medicine smoke began to drift and eddy, though
man. But I am. That's hereditary among there was no draft in the rOom. A little
the Tsichah~ too, the chief is also the wreath swirled momentarily around Long
prophet. Shall I try for you?" Spear's head, somed;iing like a halo. And
"'Why ttot?" said Thunstone, holding a hint of other voices, softer 'than echoes,
out the bundle, but Long Spear did not softer even than the memory of voices long
take it at once. Instead he produced from dead, became suggestible, as if they joined
his pocket a pipe, not his usual briar, but in the chant of the Tsichah chief. Raptly
a stubby one with a bowl of black stone, Long Spear sang, . and prayerfully. More
old and polished as jet. This he .filled most smoke drifted from the pipe in Thun-
carefully. Facing around so that he looked stone's mouth, but the room contained
toward the east, he lighted it. Then, with- some sort of radiance ... as if a hand held
out inhaling, he faced north 2 and emitted a lamp to them, not at doors or windows
a puff of smoke. Continuing his facing, he but at some opening from another place,
puffed on-to west, to south, to east. not easily discernible ....
P"mally he observed the "two directio~s," Long Spear sat down, and laid the bun
with final puffs up at the ceiling and down dle on his knees.
at the :Boor. "Put out th¢ pipe," he said. ".You've
"Give me the bundle now," he said just heard a real prayer-song. We have
deeply, "and take the pipe. Keep it lighted other stuff,. more showmanlik:e, for tourists
and smokin§· You must sit there, and be and scholars. Not everybody-ind.oel,
the council. · hardly anybody-is of the right mind or
Pipe and b,undle changed hands. Thun- mood to join with us in our worship. I
stone drew a lungful of the fragrant mixed trust you with that, too."
var.ors and breathed it out. Through the ·Tm Battered, and I did get somethia.g,
veil of blue fog he saw Long Spear lay the Long Spear. I felt that your prayer, whatp
bundle in the hollow of his left arm, almost ever it was, got an answer."
like a lyre. His right hand, with fingers "All my prayers are answered. All of
slightly bent, rested upon it. The heel of them. I don't mean that all are granted,
the right hand became a fulcrum and the but I know that they are heard, and that
.fingers moved slowly and rhythmically. judgment is made on them. Just now I
The old dry hide gave forth a ~cratching prayed to know what would happen to me,
tem~i like that evoked by Latin-American as a man of my people striving for their
musicians from gourds. Long Spear began freedom and good. What I got was a
to chant2 monotonously and softly: warning of danger-no more."
He was silent, and carefully touched tht
"Ahkidah, ai-ee, ai-ee!
bundle and its lashil'.lgs.
Ahkidah, ai-eei"
"The buffalo hide is old, it may crack
Over and over he ~anted the little hymn soon. I know where a new piece of tanned
in his own tongue, and then began slowly buckskin may be got, and sinew to sew it
to turn. His feet moved and took new po- on securely. Keep it for me again; will
sitions softly as though he wore moccasins. you? I'll bring back the new covering, and
His brown face turned upward, his eyes make all snug. Then we'll have dinner,
sought the ceiling as though they could eh?"
pieree it to the sky above. "Of course.·
34 WEIRD TALES
Long Spear laid the bundle carefully on Leng Spear gave that heathen exhibition...
a center table of rubbed mahogany. Thun- He glanced toward the center table, where
stone saw him to the door, and returned the bundle was lying. "I've been waiting
to the table for the bundle. He carried it for you to wake up."
to his safe, put out his hand to open the "Why?" demanded Thunstone. He won-
door. dered how strong his bonds were, but made
At that moment something struck him no exhibition of tugging and struggling.
,slashingly on the head · behind the car, "Because you shall witness its destruc·
struck him with such savage force that not tion." Siddons licked his lips. "I intend
even his big body could stand up under to discredit Long Spear with his people-
the blow. Down he went on his knees, and you with Long Spear. He entrusted
with darkness rushing over him like water. his treasure to you. You weren't able to
He could not sec, and his ears rang. Some- keep it safe from him."
body was trying to tug the bundle out of Thunstone again kept silent, and stared.
bis hands. His eyes made Siddons uncomfortable.
Thunstone fought to keep it, and an- "From your own lips I heard words of
other blow drove what was left of his wits resF for that savage Tsichah belief, Mr.
clear out of him. I Thunstone. I don't despair of showing you
its fallacy. Watch."
E WAKENED to find himself in an
H Siddons went to the table. Something
armchair of wood, where he seldom gleamed in his hand. A knife-he slit one
sat. His ears still hummed, and his first of the binding thongs, another and another.
opening of eyes filled his brain with glar· He pulled the ancient buffalo-hide wrap-
ing lights. He tried to get up, and felt pirig open. It came away stiffly, with a d.rf
himself held back by cutting pressure at rattle.
wrists and ankles and across the chest. "Another layer," observed Siddons, grin·
Shaking his big head to dear it, he looked ning briefly at Thunstone. "Whatever is
down, and saw that lengths of insulated inside, those Tsichah qelieved in keeping
electric wire bound his arms to the arms it well mu.filed.,. Another stiff layer of
of the chair, his feet to the front legs. rawhide was pulled away. It adhered, and
More strands encircled his body, and one needed force to detach it. "Now for the
loop passed under his chin. His head third-hello, what's this, tucked in be·
ached furiously. tween wrappings?"
~You're all right, Mr. Thunstone?" He picked it up, a dangling pale tassel.'
He knew that voice. It was Barton "Human scalp," he diagnosed. "White
Siddons's. The gaunt man bent down man's hair, quite fair. Wrapped in there
anxiously, looking at him. to signalize a victory, perhaps. But there
.. Get me out of this," said Thunstone. weren't enough victories. The white man
"Why should !," asked Siddons airily, won in the end."
"when I took such trouble to drag you to Siddons slit away another hide wrap·
that chair and tie you?'r ping. · Another. The next broke at his
ThunStone said nothing else, but stared touch, into irregular flakes like old paper.
at his captor. "Old and rotten," pronounced Siddons.
"I've been in this room . for more than "Now the fifth layer-it must be two hun·
an hour," went on Siddons. "Hiding be- deed years old. And here's something that
hind those hangings. I hoped for a chance isn't rawhide."
to get tbe bundle-twice as much after From the last swaddling he lifted a
TI-IE GOLDEN GOBLINS
strange thing like a rectangular brick, as He thrust the open vessel under Thun·
large as a commercial cement block. stone's nose.
"It was cushioned inside the rawhide by Light struck into the dark interior of
something-perhaps leaves or grass or the vase, and evoked a yellow gleam.
herbs, all rotted to powder," explained Timnstone had a brief impression of eyes,
Siddons, as though lecturing amiably to a or something like eyes. Then Siddons was
class. "Look,• it's hollow. Got a little slab fumbling in the vase with his fingers. He
of baked clay for a lid-comes off easily. took something out and held it up.
Inside, another smaller hollow brick. You "Tm soldier, eh? But it's not tin-it's
may be right, Mr. Thunstone. The Tsichah gold!"
must have had an ancient history of some· The little figure was no longer than
thing dose to civilization to do this sort of Siddons' thumb. Its yellow body was
brkkwork. Inside the second, a third- lizard-gaunt, and set upon brief, bandy legs
each nested in old leafy dust. And here- with great fiat feet. It had arms, too, that
we must be at the heart of the thing." held a wire-like spear shaft at an angle
across the chest. And the head, crowned
did not accept, what was happening. Then Thunstone sat where he wa5 until Long
he shuddered and cried out, but too late. Spear teturned.
His hand had rested for a moment on
the table. The warrior that had come last ''TT IS all easy to interpret," pronounced
from the vase made a sort of grasshopper .1 Long Spear when Thun91:one had fin.
leap, strikipg with his tiny gold-wire spear. ished his story. "Siddons desecrated a
Thunstone could not make out plainly sacred object, and that object contained the
what happened, but he saw Siddons tug· power tQ punish him. But yon were not
ging wretchedly and ineffectually to lift only spared, but freed of your bonds. There
his hand from where it had touched the is no reproach to you."
table. A moment later the other tiny He looked toward the silent forin of Sid~
golden bodies had charged, were leaping dom. ..I find no marks upon him, not
and scrambling upon Siddons, up his even a pin-prick, to shQw where or how
sleeves, up the front of his coat. One those little spears wounded him. What
thrust a speat at his eye. Another was explauation need be giyen of his death?"
apparently trying to climb into his ear. Sid- "No ~pla.tia.tipn," replied Thunstooe,
dons cried out again, but his voice was "because none would be believed. It hap·
muffle i Thunstone could not see what pens that I know certain men who owe me
was at his mouth. great favors, and who can easily take this
There was a moving, gleaming cloud and body a.way and dispose of it unknown to
crawliiig about Siddons' face and head, as the law."
if brilliant, venomous insects were swarm- "That is good." Long Spear moved to
ing there. Siddons dabbed at them once, the table with its discarded bundle-wrap:.
with his free hand, but very feebly. He pings a.pd the pottery boxes, and the row
began to totter, to buckle at the knees. He of little golclen warriors. "I have brought
sank slowly floorward. The golden war· back the buckskin sheathing for my bundle.
riots receded from him in a wave, as though I shall restore it as it was before Siddons
in disciplined retreat. They were back on meddlei:i."
~he table-top away from him, and the last For a moment he glanced upward-i his
to leave, their leader, paused to free his Ups moving soundles~ly in prayer to the
little spear from Siddons' hand. Released, gods of his tribe. Then he carefully lifted
Siddons settled prone on the cai:pet, one of the figures, put it in the vase. An·
The leader of the tiny warriors dropped other he put inside, another, another, an·
lightly to the floor. Looking down, Thun· other. One by one he slid them out of
stone saw the golden morsel scampei: to- sight.
ward him, felt it scale his trouser leg like When the last had been pqt iJ:1 the
a monkey on a great tree trunk. The thing vase, Long Spear lifted the lid to screw
came into view upon his chest, fixing him on top; then he paused, turned to Tiiun-
with searching, turquoise eyes, poising a stone, and silently held the vase so that his
spear calculatingly. The spear~point moved friend could see inside.
forward-touched a strand of the wire that Only a single golden goblin could be
bound ThlWtone. He felt his Ponds relax. seen. a tiny carven imase with bandy le,iS,
His feet and hands were f tte. The golden a spear held slantwise, and upturned gro-
4gurine scrambled down again, retraced tesque face. Yet-thcn1gh it may have been
its hasty progress to the table, and nimbly a trick of the light-the turquoise eyes
bopped up again. It fell into line with caught and held Thunstone's, and one of
the othets. them seemed to doie fot a brief instant.
Whni ancient wizards foretoJt:I the f11t11re th6y read it in the blood anti
insides of horses!
OME suggest that the Countess Mon· man, and that the world and the CoURtess
torn and anguished, when death took so~e the Countess into an automatic elevator,
that I loved, and others turned false or and pressed the button. They rode twenty
scornful. I paid: why shouldn't I value floors upward in silence.
the commodity I bought?" Now he smiled Stepping forth into a hall, -they mounted
again. "I have words that some day will half a dozen steps to an entry above. The
be known to all minds, and a will to im· door opened before Thorne could knock. .
pose upon all wi!ls. Not world domina· Hengist stood there, smiling.
tion, Countess-that's so flat and outworn "All ready," he reported to Thorne.
an idea. I shan't bore you with my own "Come," said Thorne to the Countess.
concept of v~lition and right and profit. They entered a room with drawn blinds.
But let me assure you of this: I have a will There was no furniture except a small table
concerning you, and I want your will to be of Oriental lacquer, on which stood som~
the same. Then neither of us will defeat article the size of a teapot, covered loosely
the other, eh?" with a napkin.
She kept her eyes on mean side streets· The Countess paused inside the door.
that flitted by. He continued: "Any liv- "You sent word that my husband would be
ing being is a storehouse of power. A here, alive."
sturdy being can 8ive physical strength, a Thorne shook his head. "No," he de-
creature of spirit can give spiritual strength. murred. "I said he would be here in a
· I mean no compliments, only solemn truth living body. Not nec~sarily human, not
when I say that your own spirit is worth necessarily even flesh and blood. He is
my effort, for the profit I can draw from here."
it." He lifted the napkin from the object on
"You plan seme sort of sacrifice. I don't the table.
think you'll swcceed, Mr. Thorne."
"Some day," he sighed, "the world will
know me by a name of my own choosing,
JT GAVE light, or she thought it gave
light. Apparently it was made of glass,
a name of mastery. Once I tried to draw with an inner substance that glowed dimly,
you into my plans. Your friend Thun· like foxfire. ·
stone helped yeu beat me. Being beaten "Look closely," Rowley Thorne bade
does not suit me. The experience must be her. .
wiped out." It was supported on four legs, like a tiny
"I see," she said. "Your belief, o.r wor· article of furniture. A doll's chair of glass•
. ship, or philosophy, or whatever it is, can· No. Crudely but forcefully it was shaped
not accept failure." to resemble an animal. The straight legs
"Exactly," nodded Thorne. were vigorously planced, the body was
"-1 don't fear you in the least." rounded and strong, the head long and
"That's a valiant lie. But you won't try supported on a neck that arched. Two
to escape, for you refuse to accept failure, blobs of glass made upthrust ears.
too-and running from me would be fail· "It's a toy hors.e," pronounced the Coun·
ure." tess. "I think you're wasting our time."
The taxi stopped. Rowley Thorne . "No toy," Thorne a5sured her. "Touch
opened the dooJ," and helped her out. They it. ..
entered the lobby of an aging apartment She reached out to pick it up, but almost
building. flung it down. Stepping back, she chafed
A porter in a grubby uniform gazed her hands together. "It's warm," she said
at them, but wd n.othing. Thorne led shakily. "Like-like-"
HOOFS
"like blood?" prompted Hengist, smil- almost broke. ..That was an optical illu-
ing in the dimness. . sion, or some piece of stage magic."
. "Like a living body," amended Thorne. "Touch it again. Assure yourself that
"A spirit you know lives inside. What you it is a solid, unjointed glass structure... .
see is an old, old image, sacred once to a Satisfied? I'll question it again: The
qtlt that has vanished. That cult knew woman is your Countess?"
ways to locate_ and imprison ghosts. In- Another nod.
side the horse is all that made Count Mon- "You-love her?"
teseco the kind of man he was." Yef again the glass head dipped.
Both Hengist and Thorne were watch- "I still say it's a trick," said the Countess.
ing her. She forced herself to touch the "Why I came here J don't know."
horse of glass a second time. Having "You've forgotten? Wasn't there some-
touched it, she forced herself not to shud- thing said about not being afraid? You
der. came, Countess, to scorn me and to con-
"You want me to believe that this phos- quer me. You felt that yon must show
phorescence is a soul?" ' how strong and fearless you could be with-
'.'It has been kept thus so as to convince out John Thunstone. And it's not a trick.
you. The Count, as I learned, was just Lift the thing. Don't be aflaid. Make sure
such a soul as might be expected to remain that there are no threads or levers or other
wretchedly near the place of his death. A mechanism. Now look into it. Deep into
European colleague used spells to snare it."
that soul, and sent it to me. The container
·is designed for the single purpose of keep-
ing it until-" ..... S HE felt a flash of pain, as if the sub-
dued glow were too bright for her
"Why a horse?" she asked. eyes, but she stared where the radiance was
"Horses are exceptional creatures. They strongest, in the midst of the horse's body.
are strong, intelligent, full of emotion and For a moment it seemed as though an eye
spirit. floated there to return het gaze, an eye she
Remember the kelpie, the puka, and had known and had never expected to see •
Pegasus and the others. There have been again. The warmth of the glass com-
horse gods in Norway, Spain, Russia, municated itself to her hands. She felt, or
Greece, even in tropical America. When fancied she felt, a rhythmic pulsing from
German wizards foretold the future, they within the figure.
read it in the blood and bowels of horses." "Now, questions that only your husband
Thorne looked from the glass image to the could answer," urged Thorne.
Countess. "Speak to your husband's soul.". She addressed the object: "If you are
"Do you really expect me-" who they say you are, you will remember
'Tll show you how." His bald head the words I spoke at our last parting."
stooped above the dim-glowing little shape The glass shape shifted in her hands.
tlf glass. "You within, do you know this Thoughts formed in the depths of her
woman?" mind, but not thoughts of her own. Those
The phosphorescence whirled, as vapor thoughts answered her question:
whirls in a breeze. The glass head stirred, I remember. You HtiJ 1<>11 would to/ey.
moved. It lifted, ·and sagged back. ate cruelty, but not lieJ.
"You· see," said Thorne, "it nodded She shuddered and swayed. Rowley
affirmation." Thdrne took the figure from he.r and set it
"Nonsense!" she protested, but her voice back on the table.
S'2 .WEIRD TALES
"You betieve·now, don't you?" he chal- sidelorig·at her. "Why don't we throw it
lenged her. "That, I say, is why I kept the away?"
soul of your Count in this strange condi- "Throw it away?"
tion-to convince you. Now it shall be "Yes, and not be parties to the revival
transmigrated, to the body of a man. I of the Count's life in my body. Keep me
look foi:ward to an interesting reunion be- just Hengist. I'm Thorne's associate and
tween you and him." servitor. He intends, · by supernatural
''I'll submit to no more extravagances," · means, to house within me the spirit ·of
she was able to protest. Count Monteseco. Then you will be con-
"Hengist," sa1d '1hqrne, "take the Co~ strained and subdued, by use of that spirit
tess Monteseco to the observatory.". in a living body. Your money, for one
Hengist laid his hand upon her wrist. thing, will become Thorne's. And there
When she tried to pull away, he tightened are other ways he will triumph over you
his grip .cunningly. Agony swelled along and your friends."
her arm. ·She had to go with him. He The Countess remembered that Thorne
urged her up another flight of stairs. had spoken of his need for triumph where
This seconcl story of the penthouse was he had failed.
a single .room, with windows all around. "Wouldn't you rather have me as Hen·
Twilight was coming to the · city outside , gist than as Count Monteseco?" Hengist
· and below.· Hengist smiled as he shut the asked again. "I find you attractive: At·
door behind him. tractive enough, in fact, to make me wish
"You came here partially out of bravado, to stay myself for your sake. What do you
. and partly wt of adroit suggestion," he- think?. But think quiddy. Because Rowley
said. . "Now the bravado is gone, and the Thorne will be coming."
suggestion is going. If you are convinced . .
that your husband lives again, in human QN THE floor below, Rowley Thorne
Besh, will }"8W be bound to him by vows opened a closet. From shelves inside
or sentiments?" he brought out a walking stick of jointed
He turned the key in the lock. She drew bamboo, marked in Japanese characters, ·
herself up, pale and angry. and a tarnished bronze lamp. · This he
"I thought I was a free agent. Why do lighted, and it shed yellow light, dimming
you lock me iar the glow within the glass figure as he
"Because you are shrugging off the last placed it and the cane upon the table.
flimsy bond of suggestion. Because you While he moved and arranged the objects,
must stay aert and see your husband again he kept up a swift, indistinct mutter in a
in the flesh." language that could be neither Latin or
She looked around. ~·1n what body-" Greek, but which fell into cadences and
"Here," and Hengist placed a pudgy rhymes, like some sort of ritual. After
hand on his chest. ·'.'I am the body." · a moment he paused, looked around, and
She sat down in an armchair. Hengist brought a dish out of the closet. Into it he
fumbled in a pocket, and brought out a threw white powder and red, and tilted the ·
slim vial. It, too, had something phos· dish fo mingle them. Finally he bit his
phorescent iruide. thumb savagely, and dripped blood from
"I am instructed," he told her, "to drink it upon the mingled powder.
this . concoctkm and prepare myself to re·· "That," said a quiet voice, .. is one of
ceive a new spirit, that will dominate and the most disgusting commonplaces of y<>ur
replace my own. B?t," he paused, smiling dirty ceremonies."
HOOFS
From behind a window-.qrape slid the · the ba~ of a fox. Thunstone held a hol-
broad shoulders and scornful face of John low length of cane that had served as
Thunstone. sheath for the blade.
Rowley Thome faced him, his own lips "I should have done this Icing ago," said
writhing back from big, pointed teeth. Thorne, and fell on gnard like a fencer.
"She has rejected you and your help," He lunged, speeding bis point full at
he snarled. "I know it. I know all about Thunstone's throat.
your quarrel. She didn't want you, or she'd But _Thunstone parried with the hollow
have sent for you. Get out." cane he held, let the point slither· out of
Thunstone took a step d-0ser. "The line, then st~ck sharply at Thome's
Countess, like many women, is not utterly weapon hand. Wood rang on knuckles,.
sure what she does want. I followed your and Thorne dropped his blade with a curse.
little jackal, Hengist, here. Magic of my Thunstone caught it up, breaking it across
own-a skeleton key-let me in by a side his knee.
door. And I listened. I know everything "You'd have found my murder difficult
-to stay within the melodramatic pattern to explain,'! he said.
you seem to set, I should say that I know Thorne struck at him with his fut, and
all." He took another step. "Since you're Thunstone took the blow high on his head.
so neiyous about the Countess's feelings, He weaved a little, but countered with both
be glad that I waited until she left to settle hands, to Thorne's head and body. Thorne
with you." staggered back against the table. It to-p•
"Get out," said Thorne again. He picked pled:
up the cane. Something crashed.
"Spoiling the preparations for your in- Thorne wailed as if his arm had broken.
cantation," Thunstone said, in a voice of Thunstone moved across the room and
friendly warning. "I know about this kind snapped a light switch. Turning, he saw
Qf thing, too. How does the little jibber- Thorne kneeling, almost in tears.
jabber go? 'He whose dead ghost has no . "Yes, yes," Thunstone murmured, as if
caretaker is looking for a shelter from the to soothe him. "The collector's item is
night; and who speaks the Black Name, gone. Smashed. And what was insid~"
and speaks it now-' " "Do you realize what this means?" jab-
"Silence!" bawled Thorne. "You'll bered Thorne, rising. _
ruin,_.." Thunstone nodded. "Perfectly. The
Thunstone eyed the collection on the captive soul is free-with no prepttred
table. "That would be a collector's item, haven. Your ceremony had not begun.
yonder'. Etruscan, I take it-the Equine Count Manteseco undergoes no reincarna·
Cult of Aradonia. May I look?" He put tion.
out a hand. _ ''.But the ceremony had begun," Thorne
Thorne threw himself between the table insisted. 'T d spoken some of the words-
and Thunstone. The cane liffed in his I'd pointed the way to Henglst."
hand and struck at Thunstone·~ head. The "Ah," said .Thunstone. "And _if Hen·
big man dodged sidewise, caught at the gist isn't prepared, that is Hengist's mis·
· cane and pulled. fortune." He eyed his adversary apprais·
But the wood seemed to give in his ingly. "Once more, Thorne, rm-leaving
· hand, to slide easily away. Thorne was you in an embarrassing position." ·
clearing a narrow steel blade from within "You are a stuL.born creature," Hen·
it. He laughed once, a sharp laugh like gist was saying. "One would think you
WEIRD TALES
actually pteterred to be the wife of the reared, a form with a long tossing head, an
C.eunt, and the slave of Rowley Thorne. arched neck, and lean forelimbs with
Well, suppose I don't allow it? Suppose lumpy extremities.
I move for your good, and mine, against Hengist' s whine shrilled into a scream.
his magic? He'H never know that I don't He tried to get away, but floundered into a
house the soul he sent me, and I can watch corner. Those forelegs came down upon
for a proper time to-- What are you star· )lim, and he fell, and the great shining
ing at?" cloud was upon him.
"The transom." said the Countess. Then the Countess remembered that the
"Something moved there." key was in the lock. She unfastened the
"The transom's as tight shut as this door and ran for the stairs. She might
door." Hengist's fat forefinger twiddled have fallen down them, but John Thun·
the key i-n it:s lock. "Not even Rowley stone was coming up and caught her.
Thorne could enter, unless he got a Hand As far as she could remember later, he
of Glory somewhere on short notice. Now did not speak then or for quite a while
then, to assume? Even if you find me re· afterward. He shepherded her to the ele·
pulsive,. you might become acctistomed to vator, out into the street, and home in a
me later. But what's the matter with the taxi.
transom now?" He did not even say good-night.
"Something moved there," she said The next day, when he took .her to
again. lunch, he came as close as he would ever
"A shadow," Hengist offered loftily. come to discussing the adventure. "The
"But it has eyes-and it shines-" papers," he remarked, "are interested in
Something: «lrif ted through the dosed a man who was found dead in a pent·
. door, as fog drifts through gauze. house. Because he. seems to have been.
Hengist goggled, backed up. and whim· beaten all over by heavy, blunt weapons.
pered. The cloud of dead-glowing vapor The police say it's as if a horse had tram·
billowed, dlurned, and abruptly length· pkd him to death."
ened. Its fore part lifted. It was shaping Then he ~ave his attention to ordering
itself, dimly a.H roughly. into a form that the soup. .
':!he
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
On'e in the school beneath the grolmd the scholar remains 11ntiJ he has
been 1a11ght1 or-goes awa1 in tbs darizJ
30
THE LETTERS OF COLD FIRE 31
and a side door led to the lodgings above. A thin twig of a hand crept from under
Rowley Thome addressed a shabby dull-eyed the ragged quilt. It rubbed over dosed eyes.
landlord in a language both of them knew: "Forbidden," croaked the man. 'Tm for~
"Cavet Leslie is-" he began. bidden to remember. I forget all but-
The landlord shook his head slowly. but-" the voice trailed off, then finished
..Does not leave his bed." with an effort:
''The doctor sees him?" "My lessons."
"Twice a day. Told me there was no "You were Cavet Leslie. I am Rowley
hope, but Cavet Leslie won't go to a hos· Thome."
pita.I,,. "Rowley Thome!" The voice was
"Thanks," and Thorne turned to the stronger, quicker. "That name will be great
door. His big hand was on the knob, its in hell."
fingertips hooked over the edge. He was "It will be great on earth," pronounced
a figure inordinately bulky but hard, like a Rowley Thorne earnestly. "I came to get
barrel on legs. His head was bald, and his your book. Give it to me, Leslie. It's worth
nose hooked, making him look like a wise, both our lives, and more."
wicked ea$le. "Don't call me Leslie. I've forgotten
"Tell bun," he requested, "that a friend Leslie-since--''
was coming to see him." "Since you studied in the Deep School,"
"I never talk to him," said the landlord, Tbome finished for him. "I know. You
and Thome bowed, and left, closing the ha.ve the book. It is given to all who .finish
door behind him. the studies die.re.'"
Outside the door, he listened. The land- "Few finish," moaned the man on the
lord had gone back into his own dim quar- cot. "Many begin, few finish."
ters. Thome at once tried the kn~e "The school is beneath ground," Thorne
door opened, for in leaving he had taken said, as if prompting him. "Remember."
off the night loc\. 'Yes, beneath ground. No light must
He stole through the windowless vesti- come. It would desao,-what is taught.
bule and mounted stairs so narrow that Once there, the scholar remains until he
Thome's shoulders touched both walls at has been taught, or-goes away in the
once. The place had that old-clothes smell dark.''
of New York's ancient slum houses. From "The school book has letters of cold fire,"
such rookeries the Five Points and Dead prompted Thome.
Rabbits gangsters had issued to their joyous "Letters of cold fire,'' echoed the thin
gang wars of old, hoodlums had tlironged voice. "Thei may he read in the dark. Once
to the Draft Riots of 1863 and the protest a. day--once a day-a trap opens, and a
against Macready' s performance of Mac- hand shaggy with darlc hair thrusts in food.
beth at the Astor Place Opera House . . . I finished-I was in that school for seven
the hallway above was as narrow as the years-or a hundred!" He broke off, whim-
stairs, and darker, but Thorne knew the pering. Who can say ho.w long?"
way to the door he sought. It opened read- ''Give me your book," insisted Thome.
ily, for its lock was long out of order. "It is here somewhere."
It was more a cell than a room. The
plaster, painted a dirt-disguising green, fell
away in Hakes. Filth and cobwebs clogged
the one backward-looking window. The
THE man who would not be called Cavet
Leslie rose on an elbow. It was a mighty
effort for his fleshless body. He still held
man on die shabby cot stirred, sighed 1l.Ild his eyes tight shut, but turned his face to
turned his thin fungus-white face toward Thome's. "How do you know?"
the door. ..Who's there?" he quavered "It's my business to know. I say certain
wearily. spells-and certain voices whisper back.
Rowley Thome knelt quid<ly beside him, They cannot ~e me the wisdom I seek, but
bending close like a bird of p~ abOve a they say that it is in your book. Give me the
carcass. "You were Cavet Leslie, ' he· said. book."
..Try to .remember... "'Not even to you1 Rowley Thome. You
32 WEIRD TALES
are of the kidney of the Deep School, but- "In the mattress--"
the book is only for those who study in .At ~nee, and with all bis strength,
buried darkness for years. For years-" Thome chopped down with the hard edge
''The book!'' said Thorne sharply. His of his hand, full at the bobbing, trembling
big band closed on the bony shoulder, his throat. It was like an axe en a knotted log.
Anger-ends probed knowingly for a nerve The man who had been Cavet Leslie
~enter. The man who had been in the Deep writhed, gasped, and slackened abruptly.
School wailed. · Thorne caught at a meager wrist, his fin·
"You hurt me!" gers see!cing the pulse. He stood silent for
"l came for the book. I'll have it." a minute, then nodded and smiled to him·
"I'll call on spirits to protect me- self.
T ehkta--11 "Finished," he muttered. "That throat·
chop is better than a running noose."
He tumbled the body from the cot, felt
quickly all over the mattress. · His hand
paused at a lump, tore at the ticking. He
arew into view a book, not larger than a
sl.hool speller. It was bound in some sort
of dark untanned hide, on which grew
rank, coarse hair, black as soot.
Thorne thrust it under his coat and went
out.
the balls of his feet. Of the many strange was real and potent enoogh---0nly one per-
spells and charms he had fead in years of son I know has the wit and will to attadt me
strange sfudy, one came to his lips, from like that-"
the Egyptian Secrets: He straightened up.
"Stand still, in the name of heaven! Give "Rowley Thorne!'
neither fire nor flame nor punishment!•• Leaving the study, John Thunstooe
He saw the black shadowy shape, tall be- donned hat and coat. He descended
hind his chair, its crowning tendrils dan- tbrou_gh the lobby of his apartment house
gling down in the very space which his body and stopped a taxi on ~ street outside.
had occupied. The light of the sinking fire "Ta.Ke me to Eighty-eight Mus~ave Lane,
made indistinct its details and outlines, but in Greenwich Village," he directed the
for the instant it was solid. Thunstone knew driver.
better than to retreat a step before such a
thing, but he was within arm's reach of a
massive old desk. A quick clutch and heave
opened a drawer, he tprust in his hand and
THE little bookshop looked like a dingy
cave. To enter it, Thunstone must go
down steps from the sidewalk, past an a:l·
dosed it on a slender stidc, no more than a most obliterated sign that read: BOOKS-
roughcut bil'let of whitethom. Lifting the bit ALL KINDS. Below ground the cave-motif
of wood like a dagger, he moved toward the was emphasized. It was as thoµgh one en-
half-blurred intruder. He thrust outward tered a ragged grotto among most peculiar
with the pointed end of the whitethorn stick. natural deposits of books-shelves and
"I command, I compel in the name of-" stands and tables, and heaps of them on the
began Thunstone. fioor like out:croppings. A bright naked bulb
The entity writhed. Its tendrils spread hung at the end of a ceiling cord, but it
and hovered, so that it seemed for the mo- seemed to shed light only in the outer room.
ment like a gigantic scrawny arm, spreading No beam, apparently, could penetrate be·
its fingers to signal for mercy. Even as yond a threshold at the rear; yet Thunstone
Thunstone glared and held out his white- had, as always, the non-visual sense of a
thom, the black outline lost its clarity, dis- greater book-cave there, wherein perhaps
sotving as ink dissolves in water. The dark· clumps of volumes hung somehow from the
ness became gray, stirred together and ceHirig, like stalactites. . . .
shrank away toward the door. It seemed to "I thought you'd be here, Mr. Thun-
filter between panel and jamb. The air grew stone," came a genial snarl from a far cor-
clearer, and Thunstone wiped his face with ner, and the old pr<?prietress stumped for-
the hand that did not hold the whitethom. ward. She was lieltVf·SCt, shabby, wbite-
He stooped and picked up the book that haired, but had a proud beaked face, and
had spilled from his lap. He faced the fire. eyes and teeth like a girl of twenty. "Pro·
The door, if it had ever existed otherwise fessor Rhine and Joseph Dunninger can
than in Thunstone's mind, had gone like the write the books and give the ex:hibitio11s of
tendril-shape. Thunstone took a pipe from thought transference. I just sit here and
his smoking stand and ~ it in his mouth. practise it, with people whose minds can
His face was deadly pa!C, but the hand that tune in to mine-like you, Mr. Thunstone.
struck a match was as steady as a bronze You came, I daresay, for a book."
bracket ..Suppose," said 'Thunstone, "that I
Thuostone placed the book carefully on a
wanted copy of the N ecronomicon?"
the desk. '"Whoever you are who wrote the "Suppose," rejoined the old woman,
words," he said aloud, ..and wherever you "that I gave-it to you?" She tumed to a shelf,
a:re at this moment-thank you for helping pulled several books out, and J?Oked her
me to warn myself." withered hand into the recess behmd. "'No-
He moved around the study, peering at body else that I know would be able to look
the rag on which that shadow image had into the Necronomicon without getting into
reared itself, prodding the pile, even kneel- trouble. To anyone else the price would be
iag to sniff. He shook his tiead. prohibitive. To you, Mr. 'lbun-"
-"No sign, ne> trace-yet for a moment it "Leave that book where it is!" he bade
THE LETTERS OF COLD FIRB 35
her sharp'ly. She glanced up with her bright books," she told the animal, ''I'd cut forty
youthful eyes, slid ~he volumes back into years off my age-and take John Thunstone
theirjlace, and turned to wait for what he clear away from that Countess Monteseco,
woul say. who will never, never do him justice!"
"I knew you had it," said Thunstone. "I
wanted to be sure that you still had it. And
that you would keep it."
"I'll keep it, unless you ever want it,"
THERE was not much to learn at the place
where Cavet Leslie had kept his poor
lodgings. The landlord could not understand
promised the old woman. English, and Thunstone had to try two other
"Does Rowley Tho.roe ever come here?" languages before he learned that Leslie had
"Thorne? The man like a burly old bald been ill, had been under treatment by a
eagle? Not for months--he hasn't the charity physician, and had died earlier that
money to pay the prices I'd ask him for even day, apparently from some sort of throttling
cheap reprints of Albertus Magnus." spasm. For a dollar, Thunstone gained per-
..Good-by, Mrs. Harlan," said Thun- mission to visit the squalid death-chamber.
stone. "You're very kind." The body was gone, and Thunstone
"So are you kind," said the old woman. probed into every corner of the room. He
"To me and to countless others. When you found the ripped mattress, pulled away the
die, Mr. Thunstone, and may it be long ever flap of ticking and studied the rectangular
from now, a whole generation will pray your recess among the w.a.ds of ancient padding.
soul into glory. C.Ould I say something?" A book had been- there. He touChed the
"Please do." He paused in the act of place-it_ had a strange chill, Then he
going. tumed quicldy, gazing across the room.
"'Thome came here ·once, to ask me a Some sort of shape had been there, a
favor. It was about a poor sick man who shape that faded as be turned, but which
lives-if you can call it living-in a tene- left an impression. Thunstone whistled
ment across town. His name was Cavet roftly.
Leslie, and Thorne said he would authorize "Mrs. Harlan couldn't get the book," be
me to pay any price for a book Ca.vet Leslie decided. "Thorne came- and succeeded.
had." Now, which way to Thorne?"
"Not the N ec,onomicon?" prompted The street outside was dark. Thunstone
Thunstone. stood for a moment in front of the dingy
Her white head shook. "Thorne asked for tenement, until he achieved again the sense
the Necfonomicon the day before, and I said of something watching, approaching. He
I hadn't one to sell him-which was the tumed again, and saw or sensed, the shrink-
truth. I bad it in mind that he thought ing away of a stealthy madow. He walked
Cavet Leslie's book might be a substitute." in that direction.
"The name of Leslie's book?" The sense of the .presence departed, but
She crinkled her face until it looked like he walked on in the same direction, until he
a wise walnut. "He said it had no name. I had a feeling of aimlessness in the night.
was to say to Le&lie, 'your schoolbook.· " Then again he stood, with what unconcern
"Mmmm," hummed Thunstone, frown- he could make apparent, until there was a
ing. "What was the address?" whisper in his consciousness of threat.
She wrote it on a bit of paper. Thunstone Whirling, he followed it as before. Thus he
took it and smiled down. traveled for several blocks, changing direc-
"Good-by again, Mrs. Harlan. Some tion once. Whatever was spying upon him
books must be kept in existence, I know, de- or seeking to ambush him, 1t was retreating
spite their danger. My sort of scholarship toward a definite base of operations. . . • At
needs them. But you' re the best and wisest length he was able to knock upon a certain
person to keep them." door in a certain hotel.
She stared after him for moments follow- Rowley Thome opened to him, sta.nding
ing his departure. A black cat came silently very calm and even triumphant in waistcoat
forth and rubbed its head against her. and shirtsleeves.
"If I was really to do magic with these "Come in, Thunstone," he said, in mock-
36 'WEIRD TALES
ing cordiaility. ..This is more than I had wretched life underground to get the gift of
dared hope for." this text book. Now I have it, without under·
"I was able to face and chase your hound· going so dreadful an ordeal. Don't reach
thing, whatever it is," Thunstone told him, out for it, Thunstone. You couldn't read it,
entering. "It led me here." anyway."
"I knew that," nodded Thome, his shaven He held it forward, open. The pages
head gleaming dully in the brown-seeming showed dull and blank.
light of a single small desk lamp. "Won't "They' re written in letters of cold fire,"
you make y~lf comfortable? You see," reminded Thunstone. "Letters that show
and he took up a ~vered book from only in the dark."
the arm of an easy cha.it, "I am impelled at "Shall we make it dark, then?"
last to accept tbe idea of a writing which,
literally, tefis oae aerything he needs to rnHORNE switched off the lamp.
know." .l Thunstone, who had not stirred from
"You killed Cavet Leslie for it, didn't his lounging stance a:t the door, was aware
you?" inquired Thunstone, and dropped his at once that the room was most completely
hat on the bed. sealed. Blackness was absolute in it. He
Thorne clicked his tongue. "That's bad could not even judge of dimension or direc-
luck for somebody, a hat on the bed. Cavet tion. Thome spoke again, from the midst
Leslie had outlived everything but a scrap of the choking gloom:
of his physica.l self. SomeWhere he's outliv· "Oever of you, staying beside the door,
ing that, for I take it that his experiences Do you want to try to leave?"
and studies have unfitted his soul for any "It's no good running away from evil,"
conventional hereafter. But he left me a Thunstone replied. "I didn't come to run
rather amusing legacy." And be dropped his away again."
e.yes to the open book. "But try to open the door," Thorne al-
"I should be flattered that you concen- most begged, and Thunstone put out his
trated first of all in immobilizing me," ob- hand to find the knob. There was no knob,
served Thunstone, leaning his great shoulder and no door. Of a Slldden, Thunstone was
against the door-jamb. aware that he was not leaning against a door·
"Flattered? But surely not surprised. jamb any more. There was no door-jamb,
After all, you'11e h_!tmpered me again and or other solidity, against which to lean.
again in reaping a harVest of-.. "Don't you wish you knew where you
"Come off it, Thome. You're not even were?" jeered Thorne. 'Tm the only one
honest as a worshipper of evil. You don't who knows, for it's written here on the page
care whether you establish a cult of Satan or for me to see--:.in letters of Cold Fire.••
not." Thunstone took a stealthy step in the di·
Thotne pursed his hard tips. "I venture rection of the voice. When Tiiorne spoke
to say you're right. I'm not a 7.ealot. Ca.vet again, he had evidently fallen back out of
Leslie was. He entered the Deep School- reach.
koow about itr' "Shall I describe the place for you, Thun-
"I do," Thunstone told him. "Held in a. s.tone? It's in the opc;n somewhere. A faint
cellar below a cellar-somewhere on this breeze blows," and as he spoke, Thunstone
continent. I'll find it some day, and put an felt the bree?.e, warm and feeble and foul as
end to the curriculum." the breath of some disgusting little animal.
"Leslie entered the Deep School," Thorne "And around us are bushes and trees.
continued, "and finished all the study it had They' re part of a thick growth, but just here
to offer._ He finished himself as a being they are sparse. Because, not more than a
capable of happiness, too. He couJd not look dozen step away, is open country. I've
at the light, or summon the strength to walk. brought you to the borderland of a most in-
or even sft. Probably death was a relief to teresting place, Thunstone, merely by speak·
him-though, not knowing what befell him ing of it."
after death, we cannot be certain. What I'm Thunstone took another step. His feet
summing up to is that he endured that were on loose earth, not on carpet. A peb-
THE LETTERS OF COLD FIRE 3'1.
ble turned and rattled under his shoe-sole. knowingly toward the bushes. And some-
''You're where you always wanted to be," where behind him a great massive bulk
he called to Thorne. "Where by saying a made a dry crashing in the strange shrub-
thing, you can make it so. But many things bery.
will need to be said before life suits you." "Are such things hungry?" mused
He tried a third step, silently this time. Thorne. "They will be, if I make them so by
"Who will believe?" a thought. Thunston, I think I've done
"Everybody will believe." Thorne was al- enough to occupy you. Now I'm ready to
most airy. "Onre a fact is demonstrated, it leave you het"e, also by a thought-taking
is no longer wonderful. Hypnotism was with me the book with letters of cold fire.
a.lied magic in its time, and became ac- You can't have that cold fire-"
cepted science. So it is being achieved with "I have warm fire," said Thunstone, and
thought-transference, by experimentation at threw himself.
Duke University and on radio programs in It was a powerful lunge, unthinkably
New York. So it will be when I tell of my swift. Thunstone is, among other things, a
writings, very full and very dear-but trained athlete. His big body crashed
haven't we been too long in utter darkness?" against Thome's, and the two of them grap-
pled and went sprawling among the brittle
N THE instant, Thunstone could see a
O little. Afterwards he tried to decide
what color that light, or mock-light, actually
twigs of one of the bushes. As Thorne fell,
undermost, he flung up t'he hand that held
the book, as if to put 1t out of Thunstone's
was. Perhaps it was a lizardy green, but he reach. But Thunstone's hand shot out, too,
was never sure. It revealed, ever so faintly, and it held something-the lighter. A flick
the leafless stunted growths about him, the of his thUmb, and dame sprang out, warm
bare dry-seeming ground from which they orange flame in a sudden spurting tongue
sprang, the clearing beyond them. He could that for a moment licked into the coarse
not be sure of horizon or sky. Shaggy hair of the untanned hide t'hat bound
Something moved, not far off. Thorne, the book.
by the silhouette. Thunstone saw the flash Thome how.led, and dropped the thing. A
of Thorne' s eyes, as though they gave their moment later, he pulled loose and jumped
ewnlight. up. Thunstone was up, too, moving to block
"This country," Thorne said, "may be one Thorne off from the book. Flame grew and
of several places. Another dimension--do flurried behind him, into a paler light, as if
you believe in more dimensions than these? burning something fat and rotten.
Or a spirit world of some kind. Or another "It'll be ruined!" cried Thorne, and
age of the world we know. I brought you hurled himself low, like a blocker on the
here, Thunstone, without acting or even football field. An old footballer himself,
speaking-only by reading in my book." Thunstone crouched, letting his hard knee-
Thunstone carefully slid a hand inside his joint come in contact with Thome's incharg-
~· His forefinger touched something ing bald skull. With a grunt, Thorne fell
smooth, heavy, rectangular. He knew what fiat, rolled over and came erect again.
it was-a lighter, given him on an occasion "Put out that fire, Thunstone!" he bawled.
of happy gratitude by Sharon, the Countess "You may destroy us both!"
Monteseco. "I'll chance that," Thunstone muttered,
"Cold fire," Thorne was saying. "These moving again to fence him off from the
letters and words are of a language known burning book.
only in the D~p &hool-but the sight of Thorne returned to the struggle. One big
them is enough to convey knowledge. hand made a talon of itself, snatching at
Enough, also, to create and direct. This land Thunstone's face. Thunstone ducked be-
is spacious enough, don't you think, to sup- neath the hand, jammed his own shoulder
port othet living creatures than ourselves?" up under the pit of the lifted arm, and
Thunstone made out blots of black gloom heaved. Thorne staggered back, stumbled.
in the green gloom of t'he clearing-im- He fell, and came to his hands and knees,
mense, gross blots, that moved slowly but waiting. His fare, upturned to Thunstone,
38 WEIRD TALES
was like a mask of horror carved to terrorize me run away this time, and at our next fight
the wotshippers in some temple of demons. I'll know better how to deal with you."
It was plain to see that face, for the fire "You shan't run away," said Thunstoo.e.
of the book blazed up with a last ardent He J.x.lt a cigarette·in his mouth and kindled
leat> of radiance. Then it died. Thunstone, it with the lighter he still held in his hand.
taking time to glance, saw only glowing Thorne hooked his heavy thumbs in his
charred fragments of leaves, and ground vest. "You'U stop me? I think not. Because
them with a quick thrust of his heel. we' re back in conventional lands, Thun-
stone.
DARKNESS again,
green mock-light.
without even the
Thunston felt no
"If you lay hands on me again, it'll be
a .fight to the death. We're both big and
breeze, heard no noise of swaying bushes or strong. You might kill me, but I'd see that
stealthy, ponderous shape-movement-he you did, Then you'd be punished for mur-
could not even hear Thome's breathing. der. Perfiaps executed." Thorne's pale,
He took a step sidewise, groping. His pointed tongue licked his hard lips. "No·
hand found a desk-edge, then the standard body. ,,would ,believe you .if you tried to ex-
of a small lamp. He found a switch and plam.
pressed it. "No, nobody would believe," agreed
Again he was in Thorne's hotel room, and Thunstone gently. "That's why I'm leaving
Thorne was groggily rising to his feet. you to do the explaining."
When 1borne had cleared his head by "I!" cried Thome, and laughed again.
shaking it, Thunstone had taken a sheaf of "Explain what? To whom?"
pa.ec:rs from the desk and was glancing "On the way here," said Thuostone, "I
qwckly through them. made a plan. In the lobby downstairs, I
"Suppose," he said, gently but loftily, telephoned for someone to follow me--no,
"that we call the whole thing a little trick of· not the police. A doctor. This will be the
imagination." doctor now."
"If you call it that, you will be lying," A sl~ gray-eyed man was coming in.
Thorne said between set teeth on which Behind him moved two blocky, watchful at-
blood was smeared. tendants in white jackets. Silently Thunstone
..A He told in a good cause is the whitest handed the doctor the papers that he had
of lies . • • this- writing would be a. docu- taken from the desk.
ment of interest if it would convince." The doctor looked at the first page, then
"The book," muttered Thome. "The the second. His gray eyes brightened with
book would convince. I whisked you to a professional interest. Fin~y he approached
land beyond imagination, with only a grain Thome. ·
of the power that book held." "Are you the gentleman Mr. Thunstone
"What book?" inquired Thunstone. He asked me to seer'--he inquired. "You--,yes,
looked around. '"Tbefc's no book." you look rather weary and ovenyrol;lght.
..You set it afire. It burned, in that place Perha-os a rest, with nothing to bother
where we fought-its ashes remain, while you-"·
we come back here because its power is
gone."
Thunstone glanced down at the papers he
had picked up. '"Why talk of burning
T HORNE'Sfacewrithed. "You! You dare
. to suggest!" He made a threatening ges·
ture, but subsided as the two white-coated
things? I wouldn't burn this set of notes for men moved toward him from either side.
anythin$. It will attract other attentions "You're insolent," he went on, more quietly.
than m.me." 'Tm no more crazy than you are."
His eyes rose t:o .fix Thorne's. "Well, "Of course not," agreed .the doctor. He
you fou•t me again, Thome. And I turned looked at the notes again, ~nted, folded
you ha&." the sheets and stowed them carefully in an
"Hew.ho fights and runs away-" Rowley inside pocket. Thuostone gave a little nod
Thome found the strength to laugh. "You of general farewell, took his hat from the
know the rest, Thunstone. You have to let bed, and strolled carelessly out.
THE LETTERS OF COLD FIRE 39
"Of oourse, you're not aazy," said the and struggled, but the men, with practised
doctor again. "Only-tired. Now, if you'll skill, damped and twisted his wrists. Sub·
answer a question or two--" dued, he walked out between them because
"What ~uestions?" blazed Thorne. he must.
"Well, JS it true that you believe you can
awnmon spirits and work miracles, merely rf"HUNSTONE and the Countess Monte·
by exerting your mind?" J_ seco were having cocktails at their favor·
Thorne's wrath exploded hysterioilly. ite rear table in a Forty-seventh Street restau·
''You'd soon see what I could do if I had rant. They were known and liked there, and
that book!" · not even a waiter would disturb them unless
"What book?" signalled for.
"Thunstone destroyed it-burned it-." "Tell me," said the countess, "what sort
"Oh, please!" begged the doctor good· of fantastic danger were you tackling last
naturedly. "You're talking about John night?"
Thunstone, you know! There isn't any book, "I was in no danger," Joibn Thunstone
there never was a book. You need a rest, I smiled.
tell you. C.ome along." "But I know you were. I went to the con·
Thome howled like a beast and clutched cert, and then the reception, but all the time
at his tormentor. The doctor moved smoothly I had the most overpowering sense of your
out of reach. struggle and peril. I was wearing the cross
"Bring him out to the car," said the doc- you gave me, and I held it in my hand and
tor to the two men in white coats. prayed for you-prayed hour after hour-"
At once they slid in to close quarters, each "That," said Thunstone, "was why I was
clutching one of Thorne's anns. He snarled in no danger."
ti~~~f~~::0~~:Su~:!~vaettfu:~
psychic, not a medium. You are. 1 want yo\,l
to come with me."
toward, and studies of, the supernatural. She did not reply at once. Finally: "I
However, I'm here on business." didn't know you knew James Garrett, Mr.
"Bwincss?" she echoed, and her eyes T:hunstone."
glowed a.s his big left hand thrust jtself into
an~ ~~~n~ "s':~~es~ ~e~msh: ti~~
1 0
~~~ of bii jacket, where his
me only by my flattering reputation. But
But he brought oot a docwnent in· that's beside the point. Will you come?''
~~. :i::~ a~~~~~~gasi~o :~~~ She smiled, with a great deal o f madden·
ing myste1y. "Why not ask Y?l.lr fri end, the
ooe typewritten paragraph. H e p:isscd it Fcenchman-Jules de Grandin? You and
to Ssbioe Loe!, who kaQC<l back to let l ight he are very dose. Ate you surprised to learn
fall upOnit: that I keep some watch on your movements?" ·
He answered her questions in order. "l
, • . and t.o John Thunstooc, the clwacter invited de Grandin, but he and Dr. Trow•
artd success of whose investigations into bridge have all they can do in that lice Just·
psychiaJ matters I have observed wtth. now. ~.o. I'm not so much surprised as
mtere.st, I do hereby bequeath my house wamed.
known as Bertram Dower, situated ooe Still she temporized. "Once you sug·
mile. north of the towa of Dauingtoo, gested, in public, that I was dishonest in
county of . , . claiming to communicate with the spirit
world."
"I know about :Bertram Dower. H ouse," "Yet you have the power to communic~,
»id Sabine Loel. "\Vb.at student of the oc· and to do honest business when you wish.
cult hasn't heard of it? Conan Doyle .said If a broker sells spurious stock, an't he
the 'atmoslhere alone proved the existence change arid sell honest shares? I've kept
track of you, too. I venture to say that you
~l t~ic~~~~ :~~~~~~~~~ need money now, this minute.' '
belonged to old Jama Garrett, who Again he put his hand into bis inside
wouI<fn't let anyone enter. And there's that pocket.
story of h idden treasure--" She broke off, This time he brought forth a note--
and licked her full, cuived lips with a tiny case, ftom which he took several bills, She
~inted tongue. "What's this on the mar· accepted them g1avely but readily, folded
gin? The bit, written in ink?" them~ small between her slender, white
"Apparently it's for me," said Thunstone, ftogers.
"but 1t s crn:tic. Something to the effect of "When do we st7>rtr' she asked.
'Call him twice, a.µd the third time he comes "~t's have an eS:lly tea, then I'll fetch
uocalled.' Read on," my car. around. There's a storm threatf:ning,
'J~HN THUNSTONE'S INHERITANCE 19
but we am reach Darrington before it sistent iittle fingertips demanding admit-
breaks." tance.
''I'll get my wraps," she said. The fire showed them a spaci&us room,
occupying the whole width of the house';,
Dower. The house was a tall, sturdy-look- The .fire .was doing well OQW, shedding
ing structure, almost like a fort. As they its .first cheerful heat. Sabine Loel moved
rolled into the yard, sleet began to fall. gratefully toward it. The redness made: her
"I trust," said Sabine Loe! in a murmur- pallor seem more healthy. "I wonder where
ous, mocking voice, "that you came prepared the treasure is,·· she ventmed.
with wolfbane and holy water." "Nobody seems to know about it, not
"Wolfbane's out of season," replied even whether it exists or not," returnar
Thunstone, and made the car creep into a Thunstone. "The story is that some Revolu·
tumbledown shed at the rear of the house. tiona.ry War looter hid it-a bad character,
"And I'm no priest, so I bring no holy to judge from the implication of ghosts
things. Aren't there other ways of confront- around it." From his p-an:el he dug a fat
ing the supernatural?" Shutting off the coach-candle and held a match to it. He
engine, he turned on the inner lights. Sabine set it in its own wax at the edge of the
I.eel's face, a frosty white oval among dark table.
furs, turned sidewise to him
"This inheritance of yours--" she began, •.. Fire and sleete and candle-lighte,
and then broke off. "Shall I help you with And Christe receive thy saule.
yo~~r;~~g~i~~-" He handed her two He had no desire to give up his souJ this
wrapped bottles. He himself took a mud1 night, or for many nights to come; but the
larger parcel, slid out of the tar and1.held memory of the quaint old lines might be 2.
SAJ:Jil~~;~~::~~~t::s s~~=~
"I want to look through it," she de-
murred.
"Give it to me," he repeated. 'Tm owner ·to her side, but kept her eyes fixed on the
of this house, and it's best that I examine darkness at the top. "It started to come
documents." He took it from her hand, not down," she whispered hoarsely, and choked
roughly, but without waiting for her to offer on the rest.
it. --She stared, witll a sort of bright hard· Thunstone seized one of the candles and
ncss, and wiped her sooty fingers on a paper went up the stairs again, two and three at
napkin. a time. Sabine Loel remained by the table,
"Will y<>u pardon me?" asked Thunstone. leaning upon it with one slim, pale hand,
He drew an armchair <lose to the fire. By its her face· a mask of expectant teuor.
light he began to read the slovenly hand: As Thunstone mounted into the upper
writing. What James Garrett had written ball he lifted his candle high, but for the
began very ponderously: moment it was as if the darkness muffled
and enclosed that quivering little blade of
I had best enter my thoughts and find· light. He had -to strain his eyes to see,
ings on paper. If this is not a record though he had seen well enough the first
to impress others, it will at least give me time up. In spite of his steady native cour-
calmness- in the writing, perhaps age, he hesitated for ever ~o little. He forced
strengthen me against follies of imagina- himself to enter the nearest bedroom.
tion. .As he crossed the threshold, he thought
They do me wrong who say I want that something crept to face him; but it
to practice evil enchantments. It is only was only a shadow, jumping as his candle·
that I bought this old house, .with i_ts llame moved. All else was quiet in the ·
-
. Sabine Lael did not answer, and he made Sabine Loe!. .
shift to rise to his bands and one knee, She knelt as be watdied, and thrust· oae
=~~~T~! ~~d r~o~~aJisitt~rt1!ie t~ f:S~ hand itito the loosened soil. For the space
of a breath she groped, then voiced a fittle
sioo, was empty of lier. As he straightened cry of tri~. Slie lifred • l"!mful of
his body, somcthin8 did along it and fell
, with a startling dang-the stout iron poker, ~~/ie-light.>1~=;i'J bnghitt than
that had been lying across his back. Getting A~in she took up the spade and bega.n
ehakily to his feet, he shook his head again. delving, swiftly but Shakily. Her head and
~il~jj,,,_but his strength was &wing shoulders pushed lilemsdves deeply into die
little ca9eCD, just below a pair of grayiag
JOHN THUNSTONB'S INHERITANCB 23
lumps !he lips of the bonk. 1bwistonc,
Oil tubstance chutning and whirling wH:hin
strainin& bis eyes, could .oot ckddc M>at strange, sharp confin<>. 1(1 h..d, Id: oo top
those lam?' ~ without bcoe.fit of neck or sblluldcz:s, looked
Bnt he KW them stir. to be without a cranium a wdl-it bad
He bent lower, lying ot ful l length oo great, gross lips &nd jaws, and pointed bat-
the floor. The candlewick in the cellar sent ean: jutted from it, but there were no eyes
up a manentary flue of strong bluirh light. or brow truJ: he could see, Ha..o<ls. It the
ends of scrawny, jointlcss amu, lifted. tier
:im~~~~arui"tl~l:n~
obj«ts.
~ ~~ wud him, " lhougi they wore tryinB ID
fumble at hi$ diroat. Thunstone bad 1. 1cose
earthy lloor.
height. a11d highct.
=
Sabine Loe! was collapsmlJ, but whether in
a faint Or under the weight of the thing
~:Si:; :k
. .
1
:= ~~ :~t'!o~1S~dth~c~~d~w. 1~
tt!r.
bjg hands hooked their .6.ngeu like grapnels.
They bore claws at their tips, claws as Dltck
as crystallized vegcmhle docay.
It was like a. grotesque body moaldcd To his wife-tense mind a.me • sudden ·
of. dllclt. opoque ...., "' lmoke, ils bl.....i """"°'Y• the memosy of i!Jat ,.,_
WEIRD TALES
viving scrap (>( James Garrett's burned hooking a toe behind a hand on which it
ledger: was rising and dragging it into aaotbec
sprawl. A t'hicd kkk hefted its slack,
" . , . materiaJizcd, it can do harm, but, squirming weight bodily inro tbe hallow-ed-
materialized, it can aJso be harmed it· out cavern whe1e Sabine ~ had toiled.
self.••• " There his enemy seemed to -recover itself.
Shrinking clear of him, it struggled ro rise.
H~ let go of the slack form of Sabine But Thunstone had caught up the fallen
I.oel, and as she sank to the earthen floor, spa.de and poised it fot a dow.nward sweep.
still swooning, he stepped in front of her. Though there we'e no eyes or excuses for
Had her eyes been open, S'he :would hav~ eyes in tQ_at gray face, the creature knew
seen Thunstone's face grow suddenly danger and cowered back. Candlelight,
H£~~c:fr~u~~ i;:e~:so~
wbidi me still clutched half a dozen broad
pie= of gold.
;~~y~ ~~~~=h~~ tbem from
struck had ribs to break. Again he kidred
and shoved, and dle ·misshape_o. form tried
to. roll dear, to get up. He kept after it, her and flung them inOO the pit. He shoveled.
}OHN THUNSTONE'S INHERITANCH
more dllt upon them. She cried out in pro· "!!" she cried, .finding her voice at ~·
test, a Wd at her brow from whidt sprouted "I summoned it!"
the waving gray lock of hair. "You were too greedy to remember what
"Yoti can te.tlify now to tihe meaning of J!lffies Garrett wrote in his book, and on the
tainted money," Thunstone told her flatly. '1Jlargin of the copy of the will sent to me.
'Call him twice, and the third time he comes
:~~~~~rrefu~e~~~sj:: s~re~. ~ wicilled.' That's exactly what you did.
threatens us. Some would be trite and call Twice you pretended to see something ter-
t!he gold accursed. I call it unprofitable." rible, to deceive me. The third time, there
Once again he threw in earth. "Let the was no deception. The guar-dian of the treas-
thing stay shut up here, and its gold with ure rose to deal with you."
it." Sabine Loel's f-ac.e was wib.i:te, but ca.Iro.
"But the~e's a fortune," protested Sabine "Listen_," she pleaded. "Be sensible. There
Loel frantically. ''I'd touched only the top. is too much money here to let lie."
There's enough to-" "No," he replied, "there is not too mud:t
"It was left to me, by the will of James money here to let lie.'' Stooping, he gazed -
Garrett." Thunstone toiled on without eas- at his heap of ear.di. Above it hung a swirl.
ing. "I half-gues_sed that something like of grayish vapor, no larger than the upward
this would happen. You, with your power waft of a cigarett~'s smoke. He patted the
and yollt' deceit, were exactly what was place with the bottom of the spade, and the
needed to tempt the thing forth, so that it vapor vanished.
could be defe-a.ted and hereafter kept out "We could bot'h be rkh," Sabine Loel
of reclroning. As I construct it, you read persisted. "We can come and dig tomorrow,
James ..Garrett's ledger while I was upstairs by daylight. Vie could bring crucifiEs,
alone. pri\:'!sts, any protection you want."
"Why," s<he stammered in confusi:on, "We'll never dig for it," he sa,id,
"M->y-" "We must," she fairly sobbed. Her white
He smiled as he dug his spade into fresh hand caught his sleeve, the same sleeve that·
ea;r.th, ''I'll hazard a guess. I'd paid you to had been tom by filthy talons. "Listen, I
bunt spirits, so you began by pretooding- say. You admit I'm attractive-well, I'H be
only pretending-to see something as we yours. I' 11 spend my life mald.~ you happy
sat down to eat." beyop.d any dream. I can do that. You'll
have both the gold and me."
HE did not deny it, but loweted her head. He did not answer, did not even look: at
S "That was ooly mis&iief on your her.
She brought her beautiful white mask
part," ihe went on. "Then, when, I found
the book in_ t<he chimney, you pretended of a face dose to his, fixing bis eyes wi.fh
again to see something on the stairs. That hen. "Am I so easy for a man to refuse?"
was to start me on another chase, so that s.he murmured softly.
you'd have a chance to read. You quickly "No," said JOh.n Thunstune honestly.
skimmed through w:h'!-t Garrett had written "You are by no means easy for a man b:]
a.bout where the treasure was to be dug for. refuse. But I refuse you. -I'll fill this hole
To keep me from seeing it too, you threw tonight. Tomorrow it'll be sealed so that
the book into the fire. Isn·t that true?" only dynamite will ever open it. Of course,
if you feel that you can't live without the
sm~i~J ~:e~o:tr: ;;~ei;f:ie1~:::~~ treasure, I'll go away now. You may remain
malice. alone, with the spade and tlhe candle, end
"And you hit me on the ,head with ~he dig up everything I've buried.''
r1~;r·u~on~~~~t~~tgf ~:k~~pey~1:~
Sabine Loel drew back, and bowed her
head again. This time she was accepting de-
~ you uh.ought, just in time to save you feat.
from what you had summoned." John Thuns=tone resumed his shoveling.
@lorcery from Thule
By MANLY
.WADE .WELLMAN
He paused a moment, even then, to pon- Kumak. "The shadows from Sedna ripen.
der the connection between thoughts of evil He shall die. But you-you die :first."
and thoughts of the Arctic. Lovecraft, who He faced Thunstone and poised the spear
wrote and thought as no other man about for a throw or a stab. His ungainly body
supernatural horror, was forever comment- seemed to take on a dangerous .grace, the
ing up~>n the chill, physical and spiritual, grace of the trained hunter who knows the
of wickedness and baleful mystery. The gear with which he deals death. A drop
ancients had believed in whole nations of of moisture on the ivory tip gleamed in the ·
warlocks to the far north-Thule and Hy- moonlight. That would be the rattlesnake
perborea. Iceland and Lapland had been venom. A scratch would be enough to kill.
synonyms for magic. Where did one :find Thunstone set himself to repel any rush.
the baleful lycanthrope most plentiful? In "You die first," repeated Kumak. "Then
frozen Siberia. Why do natives dare not I psu, when the shadows lead my thrust to
scale the snowy crests of the Himalayas? For his heart."
fear of the abominable ice-demons. Death's He moved a step forward. His foot
hand is icy. The Norseman's inferno is a planted itself close to the coil of cord upon
place of utter dark and sleet. the floor.
He opened the door. Then it was that Thunstone saw a bit of
Kumak had spoken truth when he said movement on the cord. It seemed that a
that his living quarters were wretched. The knot, a large knot, tied itself among the
little cube of a room was painted in sad, strands; a knot that was strangely intricate,
rusty colors. The carpetless floorboards were and seemed to tighten steadily. It was a
worn and uneven. Like Ipsu's hotel cham- brown knot and tense, shaped like a fist •
. ber, it had been lighted by a stone lamp No, not like a fist. For it was ·a fist.
from the Arctic, now burning low. In the A brown hand had come up from with.in. .
~rEIRD TALES
the coil and was clinging there, as to the again at Thunstone, as the entity in Kumak's
rim of a manhole. room had smiled.
"I shall kill you," promised Kumak. "I .. I believe you expected to .find me dead,"
shall thrust yoo through the heart, then he greeted his friend.
through the arms and legs, so that you can- "You were dead," replied Thunstone...I
not walk or hunt in the Spirit Country. And touched your body, an<f there was no pulse
with this spear I shall slash the skin from nor heart beat."
your brow over your eyes, so that your spirit "I was only sleeping very soundly,'' ex-
cannot see." plained Ipsu. "A trance-any one of sev·
The hand rose, and after it an arm. It eral hundred New York mediums can go
caught Kumak by the ankle, and twitched into one. Will you have a sandwich? .Next
him from his feet. · you'll claim that you saw my disembodied
Kumak opened his writhing mouth and spirit in Kumak's room."
would have howled, but what whipped out "Indeed I did see it," Thunstone assured
of the circle of rope was too quick (or him. him. "I thought-"
Another hand was on his mouth, a sinewy "That my ghost · was taking vengeance?
brown body, stark naked, flung itself upon It was. But I had not died. I simply left
him to hold him down. There was a struggle my body for a short time and went to do
for the spear. what must be done. Since Kumak had made
Thunstone stood where he was, and his rope-coil-the doorway to the Spirit
watched. The naked brown attacker was Country-it was doubly easy to reach liim.
blurred at the edges of its silhouette, like Don't stare, John. Angekoks can do these
the memory of an acquaintance. The memory things."
of Ipsu. Thunstone sat down and drew in his
breath. He was perspiring.
T HE two grapplers struggled to their feet. "I might expect strange things from
The spear was between them, but with Eskimo magic," he said at last. "Night,
a sudden effort the Ipsu-thing wrenched it when magic is strongest, lasts six months
away. There came a darting stroke, the at a time up near the pole."
abrupt, heavy solind of a blow striking deep "Yet six months is only half of the year,"
into fiesh. lpsu's image stepped back. reminded Ipsu, pouring coffee. "Snow-
Kumak stOod wavering. The haft of the clean, white snow-is there forever. White
spear jutted from his panting chest. The is more lasting and more universal than
norwahl tusk, no longer ivory-pale but red, black in the Eskimo land. Therefore magic
stood out between his shoulders. He thudded of good can be stronger than magic of evil."
down on his face. lpsu's dai:k eyes and Thunstone shook his head. "What I have
white teeth flashed a smile at Thunstone. seen is so strange, even to me-"
Then the naked figure slipped, feet first "But what did you see?" Ipsu demanded.
and swifter than a diving seal, back into the "Don't you think it was only your imagina-
rin ~ of cord. It sank from sight. tion? You rate me too highly. I am no real
Thunstone stepped across to look. With- angekok. I am not capable of using the
in the rawhide circle there was only floor, wisdom of my people."
bare and solid. He turned, strode across the "No more of your Eskimo false modesty,"
still twitching body of Kumak, and departed begged Thunstone. "I don't think I can
the way he had come. endure it just now."
Back at the hotel he had something else "Just hokus-pokus and trickery, and may·
to stare at. be some self-induced hypnotism in us and
The electric light was turned on in Ipsu's in Kumak," went on lpsu stubbornly. "John,
room, the furniture pulled back into place, you ascribe intelligence and courage to me,
aod all the properties of Eskimo magic and I have none of either. I am only the
stowed out of sight. On the bureau stood a most stupid and ugly of my people, on whom
tray of sandwiches and a pot of coffee from you take pity. Shall we talk of something
the grill downstairs. Ipsu sat in his shirt . that is fit to interest grown men?"
sleeves on the edge of the cot, biting Again he offered the sandwiches. And
huagrily into bread and meat. He smiled winked.
Ray Thorp
Wellman Bradbury McClusky
By MANLY WADE WELLMAN
Now open lock To the Dead Man's knock:! Monroe's. Must be the one who bought the
Fly bar and bolt and band! place."
Nor move nor swerve Joint, muscle or nerve More laughter, in which the latecomer
To the spell of the Dead Man's Hand! joined. Berna's father ·turned grim and
Sleep, all wibo sleep!-Wake, all who wake! dangerous enough to counterbalance all
But be as the Dead for the Dead Man's sake! their mockery. He was hard and gaunt in
-ThomaJ Ingoldiby, 1'The Hand of Glory." his seersucker suit, with a long nose, a long
chin, and a fo:xtrap mouth between them.
Beading by A. R. TILBURNE
The Shonokins took tbiJ totmt'1 from trealtlres too terrible to irfagin,_
they lhemielves are none less evil
74
THE DEAD MAN'S HAND 7'1
Carst, more like it. Me, I ain"t got many ..No. Just curious."
more nights to live, and I wouldn't spend "It's the sort of yam that's pinned on
none of 'em at Old Monroe's." some house in every district where history's
"I know all about that silly story," an- old enough, and ghost-believing gawks are
nounced Berna's father. plentiful enough. What I heard was that
"All?" teased someone else. "Silly story?" the farmer owner, the one they called Old
"And I'm thankful it's so well believed. Monroe, came here eighty years ago and
That's how I was able to buy the farm so took a piece of land that seemed worth·
cheap." less. By working and planning he made
..I wonder," mumbled the little old man, it .Pay richly. He never got mauied, never
"if you bought it from who owns it right- mixed with his neighbors, never spent much
ful 'Fter all, way I heard it, Old Monroe's of what he took in, and he lived to be more
deal was only for his lifetime-long enough than a hundred. Knowing so little about
in all conscience." He s~t at a crack in him, the corn-crackers hereabouts made up
the boardwalk. "When 1t comes to that, their own story. That Old Monroe made a
whoever bargained for Old Monroe's soul sort of bargain with-well-"
made a fool trade, for Old Monroe's soul "With the devil?"
was a sure shot anyway to go to-.. "Maybe. Or anyway some old Indian
"If you're all through laughing," inter- spirit of evil. They said the bargain in-
rupted Berna's father savagely, "maybe cluded a magic-built house, the richest of
someone will remember enough manners to crops, and more money than anyone for
direct us.·· mifes around. Old Monroe got the last
"Please, gentlemen," added Berna tim- named, anyway. When he died, he died rav-
idly from beside her father. She was slen· ing. Most hermits and misers are crazy.
der where he was gaunt, appealing where Since then nobody goes near the place. A
he was grim. Her dark wide eyes sought a second cousin up in Richmond ioheritea.
loiterer, who removed his palmleaf hlrt. and sold to us for a song."
"If you're set on it," said this one, "you ..A bargain with devils," mused Berna.
follow the street out, along the pavement. "It sounds like Hawthorne."
Miss the turn into Hanksville. then go left "'It sounds like foolishness," snapped
on a sand road. Watch for a little stone Conley. "Any devils come bargaining
bridge over a run, with a big bunch of around, I'm enough of a business man to
willows. Across the run, beyond them wil- give them the short end of the deal."
lows, is a private road. All grown up, and
not even rabbit hunters go there. Well, at
the other end is your new house, and I wish
you luck." He fiddled with the hat. "You'll
I Nstone
A Cl1Y to the north, big John Thun-
listened earnestly as he leaned
across a desk.
need it." · ..You don't mean to tell me, Mr. Thun·
'Thank you kindly," said Berna's father. stone," said the professor opposite, .. that
•'My name's Ward Conley. I'll be your you' re really serious about the Shonokin
neighbor at the Old Monroe farm. And myths?"
if you think you'll play any ghost jbkes ..I discount nothing until I know enough
around there at night, remember I'm mov- to judge," replied Thunstone. "The hint
ing in with a shotgun, which I can use toler- I picked-up today is s.hadowy. And you're
ably well." the only man who has made an intelligent
He started the car. Berna heard the men study of the subject."
start talking again, not laughing now. ..Only the better to finish my American
"I didn't think," she ventured as they folkways encyclopedia," deprecated the
drove out of the little town in the last red other. "Well the Shonokins are supposed
sunglow, "that the story we heard was taken to be a race of magicians that peopled
so seriously." She looked at her father. America before the Red Indians migrated
"I didn't even-pay attention when the farm from-wherever they migrated from. One
broker mentioned it. Tell me all of it." or two commentators insist that Shonokin
"Nervous, 'Berna?" demanded Ward wizardry and enmity is the basis for most oi
Conley. the Indian stories of supernatural evils,
76 WEIRD TALES
everythhg from the W endigo to those nasty studied a window. "We'll have to break
little taJes about singing snakes and the the glass."
Pukwitchee dwarfs. .All mention we get 6f "May I help?" inquired a gentle voice,
Shonokins today-and it's mighty slim- and into view, perhaps from the massed
we get third or fourth hand. From old bushes at the porch--side, strolled a man.
Indians to recent ones, through them by He did not stand in the full moonlight,
way of first settlers to musty students like and later Berna would wonder how she
me. There's an amusing suggestion that knew he was handsome. Slim white-clad
Shonokins, or their descendants, actually c:x· elegance, face of a healthy pallor under a
ist today here and there. Notably in the wide hat, clear-cut features, deep eyes and
neighborhood of-" brows both heavy and graceful-these im·
"I wonder," broke in John Thun!;tone, pressions she received. Conley came down
rather mannerlessly for him, "if that isn't off the porch.
the neighborhood I'm so curious about." "I'm Ward Conley, the new owner of this
farm,'' he introduced hiinself briskly. ''This
THE dusk the Conley car pass~d
I NHanksville the
turn, gained the sand road
is my daughter, Berna."
The stranger bowed. ''I am a Shonokin."
.
and crossed the stone bridge. Beyond the · "Glad to know you, Mr. Shannon."
willows showed a dense-grown hedge of "Shonokin," corrected the man.
thorny trees, with a gap closed by a single "People in town said that nobody dared
hewn timber on forked stakes. The timber come here," went on Conley.
bore a signboard, and by the glow of the "They lied. They usually lie." The
headlights Berna could read the word "Pru· man's dee.P eyes studied Berna, they may
VATE." Conley got out, unshipped the bar· have admired. She d'id not know whether
rier, then returned to drive them aloPg a to feel confused or resentful. "Mr. Con-
brush-lined road with ruts full of rank, ley," continued the gentle voice, "you are
squelchy grass. having difficul~?'"
A first journey over a strange trail always "Yes. The door's jammed or locked."
seems longer than it is. Berna felt that ages "let me help." _ The graceful figure
had passed before her father ~tepped on the stepped up on the porch, bending over
brake. "There's our home," he said. something. A light glared. He seemed to
At almost the same moment the moon be holding a little 3heaf of home-dipped
rose, pale and sheeny as a disk of clean, tapers, such as Berna had seen in very Old-
fresh bone. fashioned farmhouses. They looked knobby
- The pale light showed them a house, bu.itt and skimpy, but their light was almost blind-
squarely like old plantation manors, but ing. He held it dose t(} the lock as he
smaller. It had once been painted gray, and stooped. He did not seem to move, but after
still looked well kept and clean. No win· a moment he turned.
dows were broken, the pillars of the porch "Now your door is open," he told them.
were still sturdy. Around it clung dark, _ And so it was, swinging $ently inward.
plump masses of shrubbery and, farther "Thanks, Mr. Shonokin,'' said Conley,
back, tall flourishing trees. A flagged path more warmly than he had spoken all eve-
led up to the broad steps. Berna knew she ning.· "Won't you step inside with usr'
shoufd be pleased. But she was not. "Not now." Bowing again, the man
From the rear seat Cohley dug their suit· swept his fingertips over the lights he held,
cases and rolls of bedding. Berna rum- snuffing them out. Descending the steps
maged for the hamper that held their sup- lithely, he walked along the stone flags. At
per. the far end he paused and lifted his hat.
She followed her father UJ? the flag- Berna saw his liair, long, wavy and black
stone way, wondering why the mght seemed as soot. He was gone.
so cool for this season. Conley set down "Seems like a nice fellow;' grunted Con·
his burdens, then mounted the porch to try ley. "How about som~ candles of our own,
the door. Berna?''
"locked," he grumbled. "The broker She gave him one from the ~Jmper, and
said there was never a key." He turned and he lighted it and led her inside.
THE DEAD MAN'S HAND 77
..I know that it's a considerable journey, whil~ he was at the important business of
tnd that the evidence is slim," John Thun- eating. When Berna had brushed. up the
stone was telephoning at Pennsylvania Sta- crumbs, he yawned.
tion. "But I'll get the full story, on the "Bed now," he deC{_eed, and again tobk
exact spot. I'm sorry you and Dr. Trow· up the candle. Walking through the front
bridge can't come. I'll report when I get room, he drew down tbe lamp and blew
back.'' He listened a moment, then chuckled it out. Berna kept close to liis heels as
in his trim mustache. "Haven't I always they monuted the stairs. The little moving
.... ..
.teturned. Now, goodbye, or I'll miss my
:
utun.
flame that Conle.y held up made a host
of straage and stealthy shadows around
them.
ARD CONLEY lifted his wax candle
W overhead and grunted apE_rovingly.
"I was a little worried, Berna, a5intt buy· A LONE in the room assigned her, Berna
drew back the bedclothes. They were
ing the place sight unseen, even at a figure so chilly within as to seem damp, but she
that would make the worst land profitable.'' had brought up a bJanket roll from the car.
His eyes gleamed. "But this is worth com· She made the bed afresh, and before creep·
ing home to, hah?" ing in she knelt down. Her r.rayer was the
The old furniture looked comfortable one taught her as a child, while her mother
and in good shape. Berna wondered if still lived:
the rich carpet in the hall was not valuable.
In the room beyond was a table of dark "Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
wood; with sturdy chairs around it, and Bless the bed I lie 11pon.
farther on glass-doored closets with china There are four corners to my bed,
and silver and the white of folded linen. There ar. four saints around m1 bead-
Conley dragged down a hanging lamp. One to watch a'nd one to-pray,
"Oil in it, and the wick ready trimmed," And two to bear my so11f away."
he announced. With his candle he lighted
the lamp and drew it up to the ceiling. She remembered her flutter of dread at
"Berna, someone's put this place in apple- the last two lines. Though serious and
pie order for us. Even swept and dusted. thoughtful, Berna was young. She did not
Might it have been Mr. Shonokin's family? want her soul to be borne away yet. And
Neighborly, I call it." His stern face was she felt a close silence about her, as of many
relaxing. They walked into a kitchen, well lurking watchers.
appointed but cool. There was firewood in Of a suddel'\, there popped into her mind
tlie box. Berna set down her hamper. Then a tag ol another bedtime prayer, heard in
they mounted to the upper floor. the long ago from a plantation mammy.
"The beds are maae," Conley exulted. She repeated that, too:
'"This front room will be yours, Berna. I'll
take the next one. Suppose we eat now, "Keep me from hoodoo and witch,
and poke around more tomorrow. I want And lead my,, path from the poorho1111
to be up early, out at the barn and in the gat•••••
fields."
Returning to the kitchen, they brought The tenseness seemed to evaporate around
out sandwiches and fruit and a jugful of her. Berna got into bed, listened a while
coffee. "It's getting cold," pronounced to the sighing of a breeze-shaken tr€e out-
Conley, peering into the jug. "Let's fire up side her window, and finally slept soundly
the range and heat it." until her father's fist on the door told her
Berna believed that the coffee was hot that it was dawn and time to be UJ?.
enough, but she was glad that her father They had fried eggs and bacon in the
had made an excuse for a fire. The kitchen kitchen that remained cool despite the fire
was do:wnrigh't ~huddery. Even while the that had smouldered in the range all
kindling blaz~c:l up, she got a sweater from night.
her suitcase lilid put it on. They ate in Wiping his mouth at the end of the
silence, for Conley disliked conversation meal, Ward Conley tramped to the back
78 WEIRD TALES
door and tugged at the knob. It refused his pocket. And Berna could move again.
to budge, though he heaved and puffed. Only her eyes moved at .first, quartering
"I wish that Shonokin man was back him over. He wore the white suit, beau-
here to oF this, .too," he said at last. tifully cut, and of a fabric Berna could not
"Well, lets use the front door." identify-·ir it were fabric aild not some
Out they went together. The early morn· sort of skin, delicatelf thin and soft and
ing was bright and dry, and Berna saw perfectly bleached. His hands, which hung
flowers on the shrubs, blue, red and yel- gracefully at his sides. were long and a
low, that were f>eyond her knowledge of little strange; perhaps the ring fingers were
garden botany. They walked around the unnaturally long; longer than the middle
side of the house and saw a quiet barn- .fingers. One of them held his wide hat,
yard, with a great red barn and smaller sheds. and the uncovered locks of dead black ha.tr
Beyond these extended rich-seeming .fields. fell in soft waves over Mr. Shonokin's
"Something's been planted there," said broad brow. As Berna's eyes came to his,
Conley, shading his eyes with his hand. he smiled.
"If anybody thinks he can use my .fields-- ..I've been talking to your father," he
well, he'll lose the crop he put in. Berna, s~d, .. and now I want to talk to you."
go back to the house and make a list of the She got to her feet, grateful for the re-
things we need. I'll drive into town later, stored power to do so. "Talk?" she echoed.
either Hanksville or that little superstition- "Talk of what?"
ridden rookery we passed through yester- 'This place of y<>urs," he told her, laying
day." his hat on the table. ..You see, the title
He strolled off, hands in pockets, toward isn't exactly clear."
the land beyond the barnyard. Berna She shook her head at once. She knew
again walked around the house and in her father better than that.
through the front door. For the .first time. ..It's completely clear, Mr. Shonokin.
she was alone in her new home, and fancied All in order, back to the original grant
that her footsteps echoed loudly, even on the from the Indians."
rug in the hall. Back in the kitchen she "Ah," said Shonokin, still gently. "But
washed the dishes-there was a sink, with where did the Indians get their title? Where?
ruruling water from somewhere or other- rn tell you. From us, the Shonokins."
then sat at the kitchen table to list needed Berna was still trembling, from that
articles as her father had directed. strange moment of tranced inaction. She
There was a slight sound at the door, as had . been hypnotized, she told herself, like
if a bird had fluttered against it. Berna Trilby in the book. It must not happen
glanced up, wide-eyed. again. She would face this stranger with
That was all. She sat where she was, resolution and defiance. ·
pencil in .finw:rs, eyes starting and unwink- ..You don't mean to claim," she replied,
ing. · She d1d not move. There was no with an attempt at loftiness, "that your
feeling of stiffness or confinement or weight. family was in this part of the country be-
Trying, in the back of her amazed and terri- fore the Indians."
fied mind, to diagnose, she decided it was "We were everyw.here before the In·
like the familiar grammar-school experi- dians," he assured her, and smiled. His
ment-you clasp your hands and say "I can- teeth were white, perfect, and ever so
not, I cannot," until you .find yourself un- slightly pointed, even the front teeth that
able to move your fingers from each other. -should be square-ed~d like chisels.
Berna may have breathed, her heart may "Then you're Indian yourself," she sug-
have beaten, She could not be sure, then gested, but he shook his head.
or later. "Shonokins are not Indians. They are
not-" He paused, as if choosing his words.
HE door, that had not budged for her "We are not like ao.y race you know. We
T father's struggles, was gently swaying
open. In stepped Mr. Shonokin, smiling
are old, even when we are young. We took
this country from creatures too terrible for
over the glow of his peculiar little sheaf of you to imagine, even though "they are dead
tapers. He sn11ffed them, slid the sheaf into and leave only their fos,,il bones. We ruled
THE DEAD MAN'S HAND 79
well, in ways you can't understand.'' That "That-that-that trick-playing, sneering
sounded both sad and superior. "For rea· skunk," he panted. "No man carr try things
sons that you can't understand, either, we like that on Ward Conley." He looked
were once tired of ruling. That is when we around. "Did he come in here? Is he still
allowed the Indians to come, retaining only here? If he is, .J'm gohig to get the shot·
limited domains. This is one of them." gun.'' .
"This farm?" prompted Berna. She stilJ "He's gone," Berna replied. "I made
held the .Pencil, so tightly that her fingers him go. But who is he? Did he tell you
were bruising against it. that preposterous story?"
'This farm, .. said her visitor. ''The In· As she spoke, she knew she had believed
dians never had any right to it. It is ~ound it all, about the Shonokins who had ruled
sacred to the Shonokins, where their wis- before the Indians, who wanted to rule
dom and rule will continue forever. And again, and who claimed this land, on which
so any deed dating back to Indians is not nobody could live except as their tenant
lawful. I told your father that, and it's and vassal.
the truth, however stupid and furious he "He put some sort of a trance or spell
may be.'' on me," said Conley, still breathing hard.
"Suppose," said Berna, "that you say to "If he hadn't been able to do it, I'd have
my. father that you think he's stupid. Tell killed him-there's a hayfork out there in
him to his face. I'd like to see what he the barn. And he wanted me to believe I'd
does to you then... do some hokus-pokus for him, to be allowed
"I did tell him/' replied the man they to live here on my own land. Berna," said
knew as Mr. Shonokin. "And he did noth· Conley suddenly, "I think he'll be ·sneaking
ing. He was frozen into silence, as you back here again. And I'm going to be ready
were just now, when I held up-;.-" His for him.''
strange-shaped hand moved toward his side "Let me go to town when you go," she
pocket, where he had put that strange sheaf beg.m, but Conley waved the words aside.
of tapers. "You'll drive in alone and shop for what-
"Suppose," went on Berna, ''that you get ever we need. Because I stay right here,
out of this house and off this property." waiting for Mr. Smart Aleck Shonokin.''
It was bold, .fierce talk for a quiet girl like Rising, he walked into the front room,
Berna, but she felt she was managing it where much of the luggage was still stacked.
splendidly. She took a step toward him. He returned with his shotgun, fitting it to·
"Yes, righf now." gether. It was a well-kept repeater. Pon
His pointed teeth smiled at her again. derously he pumped a shell into the barrel.
He backed smoothly l!oward the open door "We:Il see," promised Conley balefully,
and paused on the sill. "You're hasty," he "how much lead he can carry away with
protested gently. "We want only to be ...
h1m.
fair. You may enjoy this place-enjoy it And so Berna drove the car to the village.
very much, as Old Monroe did-if you sim· At the general store in front of which
ply and courteously make the same agree· loiterers had mocked the evening before
ment." she bought flour, }'9tatoes, meat, lard, tinned
"Sell our souls?" Berna snapped, as she goods. ·Her father had stipulated nails and
had never snapped at anyone before in all a few household tools, and on inspiration
her life. Berna bought two heavy new locks. When
"The Shonokins," he said, "do not recog· she returned, Conley ~pproved this last pur·
nize the existence of any such thing as a chase and installed tlie locks, one at the
soul." front door and one at the back.
He was gone, as abraptly as he had gone "The windows can all be latched, too,"
from the end of the path last night. he reported. "Let him jimmy his way insid .
now. I'll give a lot to have him try it."
ERNA sat qown, her heart stuttering When he had finished his work, Conley
B inside her" After a minute, her father
came in. He, too, sat down. Berna won·
picked up the shotgun again. cradling it
across his knees. "Now we're all ready for
deted if she were as pale as he. a call from Mr. Shonokin."
80 WEIRD TALES
But he was tense, nervous, jumpy. Berna course, that I'd be glad to give him some-
cut herself peeling vegetables for supper, thing for his trouble. Whatever was fair,
and dreaded the dropping of the sun toward I said. And he out with an idea you'd never
the w~stern horizon. believe-not even though I swear to every
word he said."
A ThadHANKSVILLE, several townsfolk
ambled out to see the afternoon
Shonokin wanted the Conleys to live com·
fortably, pleasantly, even richly. He was
train anive. They stared amiably at the willing to give assurance that there would
one disembarking passenger, a broad giant never be anythin~ to limit or endanger their
of a man with a small mustache, who ad· material prosperity. But, here and now,
dressed them in a voice that sounded pur· Conley must admit by signed paper his in·
poseful and authoritative. debtedness and dependency.
"Old Monroe's," they echoed his first "De?endency!" Conley fa.irly exploded,
question. "Lookee, mISter, nobody ever describmg the scene to. his daughter. "De·
goes there." pendency-on that young buck I never even
"Well, I'm going there at once. A mat· saw before last night! I just stood there,
ter of life and death. Will anybody let wondering which word to say first, and he
me rent his automobile?" went on with the idea that he and his bunch
Nobody answered that at all. -whoever the Shonokins might be-would
"How do you get there?" he demanded make themselves responsible for the crops
next, and someone told about the crossing, and the profits of thts place; deciding what
the sanded road, the stone bri4.ge, the clump would be raised and see that it succeeded.
of willows, the side trail. Then I blew up."
"Anc;l how far?'' He paused, and his face went a shade
Ten miles, opined one. A companion whiter. He looked old.
thought it might be nearer twelve. "I told you what came after that. I
John Thunstone looked up at the sinking grabbed for the hayfork. But he held up
sun. "Then I have no time to waste," he his hand, that hand he carries that gives off
said, "for I'll have to walk it." light."
He strode off through Hanksville. Those "The little candles?" prompted Berna.
who had spoken with him now watched him "It's a hand, I tell you, a sort of skinny
go. Then they turned to each other, shook hand. It has lights on the fingers. I froze
their heads, and made clicking sounds with like a wooden Indian in front of a cigar
their tongues. store. And he grinned that ugly way he
has, and told me that I now had time to
IandTBerna
WAS not easy for Conley to explain to
all that had passed between him
Shonokin. In the first place, Conley
think it over quietly; that I'd better be a
good tenant, and that he and we could be
a wonderful help to each other if we didn't
had been both furious and alarmed, and was lose any energy by quarreling. I couldn't
still so. In the second, there was much he move until he walked ~~ out of sight."
could not understand. Conley shuddered.• at," he demanded
It seemed that the visitor had bobbed up savagely, "is he drivjng at? Why does he
at Conley's elbow, with that talent he had want to run our affairs?"
for appearing and disappearing so quickly. That ~estion, reflected Berna to herself,
He had courteously admired the growing had been asT<:ed countless times in the world's
fields of corn and beans, and when Conley history by people who could not understand
had repeated his complaint that someone tyranny. Tyrants alone could understand,
was making free with the ground, had as· for they lived tormented by the urge and
sured Conley that these things had been appetite and insistence to dominate others.
planted and were growing for the Conleys "He won~ come back," she said, trying
alone. He, Shonokin. took credit for the to be confident and not succeeding.
putting in and advancement of what looked "Yes, he will," replied Um.ley balefull1,
like a prize crop. "and I'll be ready for him."' He patted
"And then,' Conley told Berna, "he took the shotgun in his lap. "Is supper about
up the question of payment. I said, 'Of done?" ·
THE DEAD MAN'S HAND 81
It was, but they had little appetite After- forefinger quickly. She had opened to M~ c
wards Berna washed the dishes. She thought beth. At the head of the page was printed:
she had never felt such cold water as "Act I, Scene 3." She stooped to read in
gushed from the faucet. Conley went into the lamplight: .
the front room, and when Berna joined him
he sat in a solid old rocking chair, still hold- "Were such things here as we do Jf' 1k
ing the shotgun. about,
"The furniture's nice," said Berna lamely. Or have we eaten on the insane root,
"Reminds me of another thing that skunk That takes the reaJon prisoner?
said," rejoined Conley. "That his Shono-
kins had made all the furniture, as well as That was close enough to what fretted her
the house. That it-the furniture-was and her father. Shakespeare, what she
really theirs and would do what they ff.id. knew of him, was full of creepy tbings about
What did he mean?" prophecies, witches, phantoms, and such.
Berna did not know, and did not reply. The "insane root"-:what was that? It had
"Those new locks weren't made by hirii," a frightening sound to it. Anyway, Shono-
Conley went on. "They won't obey him. kin had momentarily imprisOned their minds
Let him try to get in." with his dirty tricks of hypnotism. Again
When Conley repeated himself thus aim- she swore to herself not to be caught another
lessly, it meant that he was harassed and time. She had heard that a strong effort of
daunted. They sat in the gathering gloom, will could resist such things·. She took hold
that the hanging lamp could not dispel suc- of the book to replace it on the sideboard.
cessfully. Berna wished for a radio. There She could not.
was one in the car, and this was a night for As before, her eyes could not blink, her
good programs. But she would not have muscles could not stir. She could only watch:
ventured into the open to meet the entire as, visible through the hallway beyond, the
galaxy of her radio favorites in person. Later front door slowly moved open and showed
on perhaps they'd buy a cabinet radio for the dead pale light that Shonokin could
this room, she mused; if they lasted out the evoke.
evening, and the next day and the days and He glided in, white-dad, elegantly slen-
nights to follow, if they could successfully der, grinning. He held his light aloft, and
avoid or defeat the slender dark man Who Conley had been right. It was shaped like
menaced them. a hand. What had seemed to be a joined
bunch of tapers were the five fingers, each
sprouting a clear flame. Berna saw how
C ONLEY had unpacked their few books.
One lay on the sideboard near Berna's
chair, a huge showy volume of Shakespeare's
shriveled and shrunken those fingers were,
and how bones and tendons showed through
works that a book agent had sold to Berna's the coarse skin of their backs. Shonokin set
mother years ago. Berna loved Shakespeare the thing carefully on a stand by the door to
no more and no less than most girls of lim- the hallway. It was fiat at the wrist end, it
ited education and experi~nce. But she re- stayed upright like the ugliest of little can·
membered the words of a neighbor1 spoke,n dlesticks.
when the book was bought; Shakespeare Shonokin walked closer, gazing in hushed
could be used, like the Bible, fot: "casting triwnph from the paralyzed Conley to the
sortes." It was an old-country rustom, still paralyzed Berna.
followed here and there in rural America. "Now we can settle evetything," he said
You opened the book at random and hastily in his gentle voice, and stuck a terrible little
clappe_d your finger on a/assage, which an- laugh on the end of the words. He paused
swered whatever trouble you. Hadn't the just in front of Berna's fixed eyes. She
wife of Enoch Arden done something like could study that white suit now, could see
that, ot: did she remember her high school the tiny pore-o~nings in the strange integu·
English course rightly? ment from which it was tailored. His slen-
She lifted the volume into her lap. It der hands, too, with their abnormally lon(l
fell open of itself. Without looking at the ring fingers-they did not have human nails
fine double-columned type, she put out her but talons, narrow and curved and trimmed
82 WEIRD TALES
most carefully to cruel points, as if for better Again he stepped toward Conley. Again
rending. the table kept pace. It was like some squat,
"Mr. Conley is beyond any reasonable obedient farm beast, urged along bY its
discussion," the creature was saying. "He master's touch on its flanK.
is an aging man, harsh and boastful and "You will be crushed, Conley. Berna, do
narrow from his youth UP,Watds. But Miss you hear all this? Make careful note of it,
Berna-" His eyes slid around to her. and tell it to yourself often; for when
Their pupils had a lean perpendicularity, things are all over, you will realize that you
like the pupils of a cat. "Miss Berna is cannot tell it to others. Nobody will believe
young," lie went on. "She is not reckless the real nature of your father's death. It
or greedy or viblent. She will listen and cannot appear otherwise than a freak acci·
obey, even if she does not fully understand, dent-a heavy table tipped over upon him,
the wise advice of the Shonokins." crushing him. What narrow-brained sheriff
He rested his hands, fingers spread, on or town marshal would listen if you told
the- heavy table. It seemed to stir at his the truth?"
touch, like a board on ripply water. Even if she had been able to s_peak, Berna
''She will obey the _better," said their could not have denied his logic.
captor, "when she sees how simply we go "And after your father is dead, you will
abOut removing her father, with his foolish be recognized as mistress here. You will
opposition. Conley, " and the eyes shifted have learned to obey my people and me,
to the helpless man, "you were so manner· recognize our leadership ana guidance. This
less today as to doubt many of the things farm is both remote and rich. It will form
I told you. Most of all you seemed to scorn our gathering point for what we wish to do
the suggestion that this furniture can move in the world again. But first-"
at my bidding. But watch." Once more his hand shifted. The table
began slowly to rear its end that was closest
THE slender hand was barely touching the
table-top. Shonokin drew together his
to where Conley sat.
It was long and massive, and it creaked
spread .fingertips, the sharp horny talons ominously, like an ancient 'drawbridge going
scraping softly on the wood. Again the up. The thick legs that rose in air seemed
table creaked, quivered, and moved. to move, like the forefeet of a rearing, paw·
Spiritualism, Berna insisted to herself. ing horse. Or was that a .Bicker of pale
Mediums did that sort of illusion for cus· light from the candle-hand yonder?
tomers at paid seanc-es. Men like Dr. Dun· "Nearer," said Shonokin, and the table
ninger ana John Mulholland wrote articles pranced forward, its upper legs quivering.
in the newsJ?apers, explaining the trickery. They would fall in a moment like two pile-
This Shonokm person must be a professional drivers. "Nearer. Now-"
sleight-of-hand performer. He made as if Something moved, large and broad but
to lift the hand. The table shifted again, noiseless, in at the front door. An arm
actually rising with the gesture, as if it were darted out, more like a snake than an arm.
of no weight and gummed to his .fingers. The candle-hand flew from where it had
"You see that it does obey," the gentle been placed, struck the .Boori and a foot
voice pointed_ out. "It obeys, and now I trod on it. All .five of its flames went out
give you the full measure of proofl Con- at once.
ley. This table is going to kill you." Shonokin whirled, his hand leaving the
Shonokin stepped toward Conley's rock- table. It fell over sidewise, with a crash
ing chair, and the table stepped with that shook the windows. One second later
him. came a crash still louder.
"It is hea'Vy, Conley, though I make it Conley had risen from his chair, jammed
seem light. Its wood is dark and ancient, the muz2le of the shotgun against Shono·
and almost as solid and hard as metal. This kin's ribs, and touched the trigger. The
table can kill you, and nobody can sensibly charge almost blew the slender man in two.
call the death murder. How could your It took all of John Thunstone's strain·
law convict or punish an insensible piece ing thews to set the table right again. Then
of furniture,, however weighty?" he sat on its edge, speaking to Conley and
THE DEAD MAN'S HAND 83
Berna, who sagged in their chairs too ex- stones at the far end of your walk. His
hausted for anything but gratitude. body will keep other Shonokins from your
"The magic used was very familiar," door. They are a magic-minded lot, and a
Thunstone was saying. "The 'hand of dangerous one, but they fear very few things
$Jory' is known in Europe and in old Mex- more than they fear their own dead."
ico, too." He glanced at the grisly trodden- "What will the law say?' quavered Berna.
out thing; still lying on the floor. "You'll "Nothing, if you do not speak, and how
find it described in Spence's Encyclopedia can you speak? From outside I heard this
of Occultism, and a rhymed tale about it in one say, very truthfully, that the real story
Iogoldsby Legends. The hand of a dead would never be believed, even in this supet-
murderer-and trust people like the Shono- stitious district. Let it ~o with what I sug-
kins to be able to secure that-is treated gest. Justice has certainly beerf done. I
with saltpeter and oils to make it inflam- doubt if you will be bothered by more Sho·
mable. We needn't go into the words that nokins, though they may be heard from
are said over it to give it the power. Lighted elsewhere."
by the proper sorcerer, it makes locks open, "But what are they?" cried Berna.
and all inside the house remain silent as "What?"
death." Thunstone shook his great head. "My
"You were able to move," reminded Con- studies are anything but complete. .All I
ley. know is that they are an olci people and
"Because I came in after the hand had clever, very sure of their superior1ty, and
laid the spell. I wasn~t inwlved, any more that the ways they hope to follow are no
than your visitor himself," and Thunstone our ways. Mr. Conley, are you ready?"
glanced at the silent, slender body covered Conley departed to fetch spade and pick.
by a blanket on the floor. .Alone with Thunstone and the body under
"Is the hand of glory also Shondkin the blanket, Berna spoke:
magic?" asked Berna. "Did they perhaps "I don't know how to say how thankful
learn it first, and teach it to those other I am-"
peo.P.les?" "Then don't try," he smiled. Berna laid
' About the Shonokins I know very little her little hand on his huge arm.
more than you yourselves seem to have "I will pray for you always," she prom·
heard. It seems evident that they do exist, ised.
and that they plan to be active in the world, "Prayers are what I greatly need," replied
and that they do feel a claim on this land Thunstone, very thankfully on his own part.
of yours, and so on. But the death of one For he remembered how, at the moment
of them may deter the others." of his leaving New York, he h~d heard that
"How?" asked Conley. one Rowley Thorne had been discharged as
"You and I will bury him, under the flag- cured from an insane asylum.
..C§/horne On the Threshold
By MANL Y WADE WELLMA N
M
R. GALLENDER, as s·1perintend·
ent of an asylum for the insane,
was by training hard to daunt or
embarrass. But he was not enjoying this
final interview with a newly discharged pa-
tient. His round, kind face showed it.
"You are the second name on my list,
doctor," Rowley Thorne told him across the
desk in the office. "It is not a large list, but
everyone implicated in my unjust confine-
ment here shall suffer. You ace second, I say,
and I shall not delay long before giving you
my attention." 'Ihorne's lead-colored tongue
moistened his lead-colored lips. "John Thun-
stone comes first."
"You' re bitter," said Gallender, but neither
his tone nor his smile were convincing. "It'll
wear off after a day or so of freedom. Then
you'll realize that I never bore you any ill-
will or showed special discrimination. Y9u
wer<:: committed to this institution through
the regular channels. Now that you've been
re-examined and certified cured, I feel only
happiness for you."
"Cured!" snorted Thorne. His great hair-
less dome of a head lifted like the turret of
a rising submarine. His eyes gleamed above
his hooked nose like the muzzles of the
submarine's guns. "I was never insane. False
testimony and stupid, arbitrary diagnosis
landed me here. It's true that I had time in
your institution to perfect various knowl-
edges by meditation. Those knowledges will
help me to deal with you all-as you de·
serve."
His eyes gleamed palely. Dr. Gallender
drew himself up.
"You're aware," said the doctor, "that
this kind of talk may well land you back in
the ward from which you' re being relea~d.
If I call for yet another board of e.xamiRa·
tit>n-"
ss than :five persons have ever seen which she had asked him to meet her. A
It is said i-hat Uvl11c..S.hono.Ftn! fear and avoid only dtad Shonokins . ••_...
ft
1
rI
I
i \
'
shape rode upright upon it. He brought ing it foF perhaps the four hundredth time.
it to the deor of the empty sitting r-0om The telephone . rang again, and again he
clQ!>et, . opened the door, and _painstakingly lifted it.
ea~ the thing, _ r ug and 1111, inside. ... I deplore y-0u:r bad judgment in chal-
This done, he closed and locked 1:he door. lenging us," said the same V!l_ice that had
From the bedroom he brought sticks of spoken.• ?efore. "You are given one more
sealing wax, .which he always kept in quan- chance. ·
tity for-unorthodox uses. After -some min- "That's a lie/' said Thu.nstone. "You
utes, he had sealed every crack and aperture wouldn't give me a cllittjce under any dt~
of the closet door, making it. airtight.. -He cumsta:nces. 1 won't play intG your hands."
marked the wax here and there witli the He paused. '!Rather unusual hands you:liave;
Saint John's cross of his ring, Finally re- don't you? Those -tong .third nn.gers~"
.l:U:tning to his own likeness, he lifted it con- This time it was his caller who hung up
fidently and propped it upright in a chair, sµddenly. Musing, ThunstQne selected from
and sat down across from it. H e winked at his shelf of books a leatbet-oound vo1ume
the_ rough mockery of his own f<ife, whfch entitled These Are Oitr Ancestors. He le.afed
did not seem so blank and miserable now. through it, found the plaG: he wanted,. and
Indeed, it ll}ight be sa:id tq w1nk back at ~n to -i:ead~
him; or perhaps the fabric of the piUow.-~lip
was -fulded ~cross-- one of the ·smudgy ~yes.• Sto.n.e=age -:Bur1>pe was -~QU$, rich
52 , WEIRD TALES
and uncrowded, but it could acknowledge dead. The hunters wise eyes narrowed.
~y one race of rulers. Something dark and shaggy crouched be-.
Homo Neanderthalensis ~the Nean- yond it, seeming to drag or worry at the
derthal Man--must have grown up there carcass. A bear? The javelin lifted in the
from the dim beginning, was supreme big tanned .fist, the bearded mouth shouted
ao,d plentiful as the last glaciers receded. a challenge ..
His bones have been found from Ger· At that the shaggy thing rose on two legs
many to Gibraltar, Jlnd his camps and to face him, and it was not a bear.
fllnts and fire-ashes. We construct his liv-' Thunstone' s eloquent fancy ha~ identified
in_g image, stooped and burly, with a great the hunter with himself. It was as if he
protruding muzzle and beel:ling brows. personally faced that rival for the dead prey,
Perhaps he was excessively hairy-not a at less than easy javelin-casting distance.
man as we know men, but not a brute, It stood shorter than he but broader~ its
either. Fire was his, and the science of shoulders and chest and limbs thatched with
flint-chipping. He buried his dead, which hair. Its eyes met his without faltering,
shows he believed in an after-life, prob- deep bright eyes that glared from a broad
able in a diety. He could think, perhaps shallow face like the face of a shaggy lizard.
he could speak. He could fight, too. Its ears pricked like a wolf's, it slowly raised
When our true forefathers, the first immense hands, and the third fingers of
Homo Safiens) invaded through the east- those hands were longer than the other .fin·
ern mountain passes or out of the great. gers.
valley now drowned by the Mediter- Thunstone rose from his chair. The fan·
ranean, there was battle. Those invaders cied landscape of long ago faded from his
were in body and spirit like us, their chil·mind's eye, and he was back Jn his hotel
dren. They could not parley with the ~itting room. 'But th~ hairy thing with the
abhorrent foe they found. There could strange hands was there, too, and it was
be no rules .of warfare, no truces or trea- moving slowly forward.
ties, no mercy to the vanquished. Such Thunstone's _immediate thought was that
a conflict coold die only when the last he had ·expected something like this. The
adversary died. Neanderthal man, says H. G. Wells, was
This dawn-triumph of our ancestors undoubtedly the origin of so many un:chan•
was the greatest, because the most funda- cey tales of ogres, troll~~ mantacors and sim-
mental, in the history of humanity. No ifar monsters. Small wonder that such a
champion of mankind ever bore a greater forbidding creature had impressed itself on
responsibility to the future than that first the night memories of a race..•. It was not
fall hunter who crossed, all aware, the coming toward him, but past him, toward
borders of Neanderthal country. the sealed door. Its strange-fingered hands
. pawed at the seal~d cracks.
rnHE book sagged in Thunstone' s hands. Thunstone' s pipe was stiU in his hand. It
.l His eyes seemed to pierce the mists of had not gone out. He carried it to his mouth,
time. He saw, more plainly than in an drew strongly to make the fire glow~ and
ordinary dream, a landscape of meadow and walked across the carpet fo the· very side
knoll and thicket, with wooded heights on of the hairy thing. When he had come
~he horizon. Through the bright m?ming within inches, he b~ew a thick ~lo?d of the
Jogged a confident figure, half-clad m fur, ~ herb-laden smoke mto the ungamly face.
with his long black hair bound in a snake· Even as it lurched around to glate, it was
skin flUet, a stone axe at his girdle and a dissolving _like one scene in a motion p.ic-
bone·t!pped javelin in one big hand. ~f ture melting into ~other. It vanished as
the foll of beard had been shaved from his the smoke-cloud vanished. The telephone
jaw, he might have been taken for John was rin-ging yet a third time;
Thunstone. Patiently he answered it.
He was trailing soi;nething-the deer he "You are now aware," he was told by
h~d waylaid and s~ed eadier in the day. the same accented voke, "that even your own
There it was up .ahead, fallen and quiet and though~ may tum to fight you. "1
THE SHONOKINS
-.z... · ''Any man ~ay dismiss his own thoughts," :ficially rut to- ugly points. The Shonokifr-. on
tepliect Thunstone at -0nce. "I have a spe- the bed neither moved nor stared. Toward
cial hell to which 1 send-thqughts that annoy him Thunstone .made a gesture.
me. Can y~ afford to go on Qlundering? ~·1 guessed more corr«tJy:- about you thazy.
Why do you not call on me in person? My you about me," he said. "Your lailgaid
door is unlocked." friend . yonder~would it be ta.Gt1ess, per·
"So is mine,". replied the other coldly. haps to suggest that h:e lies there without any
':On the floor below yours. Room 712. soul in h~? Or that his soul is upstai1'sr.
Come :down if you dare." . animating a ceD:ain rude image w~id~ I
"I .dare, and du defy you for a vjlJain," have ~ealed carefully awayr ·
quoted Thunstone from Shakespeare, who "Wei" said the seated . Shonokiri,_ ~·have
also made a study of supernormal phenom- never been prepared to aclmit the existeare
ena. Hanging up, he took from his smok- of souls." ·
i_ng stand a glass ash tray. In thi$ he pains- "Tag it by whatever name you like,"
takingly built a· gratelike contrivance from nodded Thunstone, "this specimen on the
paper clips, and upon the little grate kindled bed seems to be without it, and worse for-
a fire .uf wooden match sticks. When it be~g without it. Suppose we establish a
blazed up, he fed upon it some crumbs of point from which to go on with -our discus-
his blended tobacco and herbs, and when sion. You were able to fabricate, in my
these caught fire he. poured on a full hand- room, a sort of insulting tableau . ._), for my
ful of the pungent mixture. -It took the part, was to enter, be surprised and angry...
flame bravely. He·carried it across t~ room, and attempt to tear it to pieces. D-0ing that,
setting it 1n front of the sealed closet. The I would release :upon ipyself-what?"
sffiQke curled up as from an _incense burner, "You do not know," said the stand~
shroudjng the .entire wall from any magical Shonokin tens€1y. It was his voice, Thun:
intruder. Thunstone nQ.dded approval to stone .iecognized, that had given the various
himself, went out, down one flight of stairs, telephone messages.
and knocked on the door marked 7l2. · "Op, .it might have been .ant one of sev-
The dOQr op~n~d a crack, showip.g a slice eral_ .things .tha! hostile and angry spirits
of sallow brown-fac~, A deep bfack eye can _accomplish/; ·went .on Thunstone with
peered at Thunstone, and then the door an air of carelessness. "I migh~ h3:v_e be·,
9pened. A hand with a too-long third :finger come sick, say; or have gor:e mi~Iess·; or ·
·waved as if inviting him in. He crpssed the the cloth, as I loosened 1t, tntght · have::.
threshold. smothered me strangely, and so on: Stran$e
you went iti for such elaborate and sini~
HE room was dim~ with .curtains drawn attai;;ks, when a knife in the hack' might have
T and a singlecrudelymolded candle burn- <lone as well. You intend hr kill me, ·don't
ln.g on a center table. Three Shonokins were you.i-".
there--one motionless under a quilt on the He looked . .at -0ne 0£ hi-s ,int<:rro.g:tt-0rs,~
·bt;?d,. one at the door, the third sunk in the then the other, then once more at the ·ugure.
armchair. They might have been triplets, on the bed. That Shonokin' s face looked·
all slender and sharp-faced, with abun<;lant as pale .as-paper under its swarthiness. The:
shocks of black hair. · They all wore neat lips seemed to·quiver, as if trying feebly to·
suits of gray, with white shirts and black gulp air. .
ties, but to Thunstone it seemed that they "I think that it has b~en well established/~ ;
were as strange to such dothing_as if.they Thunstone resumed, "that when a bo.dy
had come from a far land or a far century. sends forth the power that animates if, for
The door dosed behind him. good or for evil, it will die unless that po.W:(i!-
"Well?" he sai<;l. soon retums. But this doesn't tou,ch on why
The Shonokin by the door and the Shono· you dared me to come down here. Did you
kin in-. the chair gazed at him with .malig- dream that I wooldn't call your bluff. ;For:
nant eyes of pure.st, brightest black;._ Their it was a bluff~ wasn't it?"
hands stirred, rather nervously. Their ti~er The eyes o£ the two consoous Shono-
nails ~ppeared tO be ~:s~arp., perp~ps arti· kins ·~er.-e like oq-0pus eyes, he decided. The
54 WEIRD TALES
Shonokins themselves might be compared "Shonokins do not die," gulped the one
to the octopus peop1e, whose natural home in the dark. -
was deep in ocean-caves, from which speci- "You have tried to convince yourselves
mens ventured on rare occasions to the sur· of that by avoiding all corpses of yout.
face when man could see a.rid divide his kind," Thunstone said, "yet now you are
emotions between wonder and horror. : .. in dread of this dying companion of yours.
"Thank you for giving us another thoughf His life is imprisoned upstairs: Without it
to turn against you," said the Shonokin in he strangles and perishes. I learn more
the chair. and more about your foolish Shonokin
ways."
dar~
THEto Thunstone
room swam, swam literally, for
it was as though warm
"You learn about us?" snapped the stand-
ing one. "We are ancient and great. We
rippling waters had come from somewhere had power and wisdom when your fathers
to dose over his head. Through the semi- were still wild brutes. When you understand
transparency writhed lean dark streamers, that-" -
like a nest of serpents, their tips questing "Ancient?" broke in Thunstone. "Yes,
toward him. At the ends furthest from him you must be:- Only an unthinkably old race
they joined against a massive oval bladder, could have such deep-seated folly and nar-
set with two eyes like ugly jewels. An oc- rowness and weakness. .Do you really think
topus-and a big one. Its eight arms, lined that you can swarm out again from wher-
• with red-mouthed suckers, were reaching ever you have cowered for ages, to over-
for Thunstone. throw mankind? Human beings at least dare
By instinct, he lifted his hands as though look at their own dead, and to move-over
in- defense. His right hand held his pipe, thos_e dead to win fights. You vain and
and its bowl emitted a twirl of smoke. blind Shonokins are like a flock of raiding
Smoke under water!-But this was not crows,_ to be frightened away by hanging up
water, it was only the sensation of water, a few carcasses of your own kind-"
conjured out of his chance thought by Shon- "I have it!" cried the Shonokin who had
okin magk. As the wriggling, twisting stood by the door.
tentacles began to dose around him, Thun- Weasel-swift and weasel-silent, he had ·
stone put his. pipe to his lips and blew out a leaped at Thunstone, snatched the pipe, and
cloud of smoke. leaped· away again. A wisp of the smoke
The rooip cleared. It was as it had been. rose to his· pinched nostrils, and he dropped
Thunstone tapped ashes from his pipe, and the pipe with a strange exclamation that
filled and lighted it as before. might have been a Shonokin oath.
"You see," said the seated Shonokin, "Without that evil-smelling talisman,"
"that aay fancy coming into your mind may sai~ the seated one, "I leave you to your
blossom into nig4tmare. Is it a pleasant latest fancy-raiding crows."
future to foresee, John Thunstone? You The room was swarming full of them,
had better go up and open that sealed black and shining and clatter-voiced. A whir
door." of many wings, a cawing chorus of gaping
Thunstone's great , head shook, and he bills, churned around Thunstone, fanned the
smiled under his mustache. "Just now," he · air of the room. Then, of a sudden, they
said, "I am thinking of someone very like were swarming-whefe?
y~m, who died and was buried at the Ci;>nley "Now do you believe that your kind can
farm. Why not make him appear. out of my die?" said Thunstone bleakly, his voice ris~
meditations?" ing above the commotion. "The crows be·
"Silence!" snarled the Shonokin who had lieve it. For they attack the dead, not the
opened the <loor. His hand lifted-, as if to living."
menace Umnstone with its.Sharp nails. "You
HE crows, or the vision of them, indeed
do not know what you are talking .about."
"But I do," Thunstone assured hini gent- T thr-0nged over and upon the bed, settling
ly. "Living Shonokins fear only dead into _a black, struggling mass that hid the
Shonokins." form that l.fly there. ·
'THE SHONOKINS
•1 thought on -purpose-Of -carrion:birds," something had wrirn thetn and had shalren
said !.f.hunstone._· ~·your power ·tO- turn them oif. Thunstone airried them into hls-
thoughts into ajghtmares has reboJlnded." &!droom, -tJ:}en dismantled the imag~ of him-
He spoke to the backs of the two living self. He te!_ephoneg for _a cliambermaid
Shonokins. 1'pey were wnning. He won· ~ make the bed and a tailof to p:tess: the
dered later if they opened ·the door or, by sUit.
some power of their own,. drifted through it. At length he dep-arted to find a fav.orite
He follqwed them as -far as th.e hall, in time re~atuanr.~ He oideted a big dinner, and
to see them plunging down· the stairw.ay. ate every crumb- with a.n excellent appe-
Stepping back into the room, he retrieved tite.
his pipe and drew upon it. At the :first yuff When .he returned to the hOtel late that
of smoke the crows were gone, leaving" him evening, the manager told him of the sud-
alone with the silent figure on the bed. den death, apparently from heart disease, of
Now he made :sure, touching the chill a foreign-seeming imtri in Room 712. The-
wrist ~d ~itching up a flaccid e~eli<l_ that man had had friends, saia the manager,
the Shonokin was dead. He made a tour of but they .could not be found. He was about
the room, in which there seemed to be no to call the morgue.
1uggage--only a strange scroll of some m.ate- "Pon't," said Thunstone. "1 met him.
rial like pale suede, covered with charac- I'll arrange funeral details and burial"_
ters 'fln:instone could not id~tify~ &ut he For a Shonokin corpse, buried in _the li~
pocketed it for more leisurely studt. · Out tle private cemetery on the farm he ha_.d. w
into the hall he strolled, ·:stp.oking thought- herired, would make that refuge safe from
fully; He was beginning to like ·that herb at least one type of ,ffitruder. _·
mixture, or perhaps he was merely grateful The manager, Who knew better than lo
to it, be surprised at Thunstone' s impuises, _9nly
Bad in his own -quarters; he opened the asked, ·"Will y-0u notify his relatives?-''
sealed closet door without hesitation. On "None of his relatives will care to come
the f!cyor lay a crumpled ~eap of sheets, to the funeral,'' Thunstone assured the man-
garments and other odds and ends, as if ager, ·"or anywhere near his....grav~:·
T
HE doctor told John Thunstone ently true; but Thunstone had felt dizzy and
that nothing was wrong with him, faint as he entered, and as he left he had to
.and for the time they were to- call on the final ounce of power in his big
gether in the examining room it was appar- body to keep from falling on the sidewalk.
Heading by A. R. TILBURNE
?4 WEIRD TALF.S
r
"This tells me what I had to know," he three cuts above the hand toward the
as6ured himself. "Only one sort of illness rise of the sun, in the name of . • •
comes and goes so conveniently for those
who hate me. And evils- other than germs Thunstone numbly congratulated .himself
bring ~it on." in fpllowing these instructions some years
A fax-i returned him to his hotel, and before. His_head swam, his eyes seemed
during the ride he mastered his weakness oppressed by -altern!lt-e flashes of light and
of limb enough to enter the lobby and ride blotches .of gloom, but he staggered to the
up in the elevator -~ithout being .noticed closet and groped in it for a package. Tear·
by any guests or atte~-dahts, _whose tmpulse ing away the- wrapping of stout paper, he
to help would have been useless and em- produced a rough-trimmed -piece of hazel
. barrassing. His key weighed a ton as he wood, the length and thickness of a walkiiig
unlocked the door of bis suite. Once inside, stick. As his hand gi_asped its thicker end,
he leaned against the jamb- a,s though he he felt better-, and ttJ.rned toward the grill.
had been _shot through the body. Then";' Vapor of some sort rose around his day
walking leadenfy to his desk, he fumbled jar.. In it he saw, or thought he saw, move-
out a wqrn,_ dingy little book entitled Egyp- ment. As he walked toward that part of
tian S-ecrets and bearing, perhaps inaccu· the room, his feet steadier and stronger, the
ratdy the name of Albertus Magnus and moving object grew farge and plain.
author.
OMEWHERE a man in a gray gown or
• Inside the back covei: his own hand had
jotted -down a sort of index. Under the S robe was busy at a rough table. Thun-
heading Person.s bewitched and punish!Ju'!.t stone saw Jtlm~ like a dimly-cast image on
of sOt'C-erers were listed some twenty page a motion picture screen, bending over his
numbers. He sought the first, - but it in- work, his hands shifting here and there in
clude<! an invocation to- something -called nimble manipulation. On the table had
'l>t;d:159bliin," which he did not- feel_like per· been outlined .a little figqre at full length,
forming just then. Instead he leafed a man 0f p9werlul proportions that f!!..ig~t
througli to the fifty-fourth page, where the be copi!Od after Thunstone' s own. The gray-
third paragraph was headed To cite a robed '01le.held a.she~ of sharp metal ~v·
Witch. ers, thrusting their points, one by one, mtg
· "Take an unglazed earthen pot," 0-egan the pictured arms, throat, body.
the instructions, and John- Thunstone "A · Shonokin," said Thunstone. "I
reached for a cylindrical clay vessel wit!} a thought that. And I thought he would be
tight-fitting cover and an Indian pattern. doing just ·what he is doing. Now- "
From varioos containers in his desk drawers His big hand took a firmer grip of the
he measured in the substances called for in hazel cane, and he stepped forward and
the formula. Finally he plugged in the swung it.
· connection of an electric grill, clamped the 'the wood swept into the cloud of vapor
lid -tightly on the day cylinder, a~d set it and the image there cast. It swished through,
upside down on the glowing wires. "Sum- without seeming to disturb the misty cloud,
mon the sorcerer," he muttered, reading and _the figtire in the gown sprang convnl·
from the book. sivelynack from the table. A face came into
Every audible word seeme<l - to drain view at the top of the gown, a face framed
away one more drop of his strength. "Sum· in longish black hair, with sharp .fine fea-
mon the sorcerer before me." tures. The mouth opened as if to cry out,
He turned to p_age 16: a hand lifted, and Thunstone struck through
When a Man or Beast is Plag~ed the vapor .again.
by Goblins of Ill-Dispo.sed People The figure cowered. Its arms crossed in
front of the face, trying to ward off an at-
Go on Friday or Golden Sunday, tack that must have seemed incomprehen-
ere the sun. rise in the East, to a hazel- sible. The hands were frail and lean, and
nut bush. Cut a stick therefrom with the third ·fingers longer than the middle
a sympathetic weapon, by making :fingers.
BLOOD FROM A STONE 7J
With increasing strength .and precision, place their modem children venture fotth
Thunstone lashed and smote. He saw the among U;S, in their a,v<iwed attempts to re-
gowned body going down now, and poked cover rule of their old domain.
it oo.<:e; as with a sword-point. Finally he "The Shoookin enchantnents, or ,att~
swept his stick at the reflected table-~op and at enchantments; I shall discuss af anothef_
saw the slivers flying from their lodgments place. What remains is to cite certain d~
in the outlined body there. Stepping back, nite racial traits that set. these interesting
he turned off his el.ecrric gri:ll. The vapor creatu:res apart from us as human beings.
vanished instantly, and with it the image~. 1'.rue, they resemble men at first glance:
Thunstone drew a deep, grateful breath of This .a;iay be deliberate imitation of s.wne
air._ He was no longer weak, unsteady or sort, -and more may be said on this pa.rt o.f
blurred in his mind. the subject when an unclad Shonokin is
His first act was to open his pen-knife, examined. Their heads, though habitually
cut a tally notch in the hazel stick.: Care- covered with long hair, perhaps in dis_gu.ise,
fully he rewrapped it, and carefully he betray strange skull form_ations that be-
stowed it away. A weapon that has d~ .token a brain not inferior to- the human but
f eated enchanfment once is doubly effective of .a .much different yhape. Here may be
ID. defeating it agai.a~that is a common- the basic reason for differences in Shonokin
place of sorcery. _He sat at the desk and ethics -and reactions to all things, physifal
from the top drawer drew the sheets of and spiritual. Agaf.a.. the third finget" <_>£
p~per on wbi(:h he was writing. as he found tQ.e S.hoo.okin hand is the longest, inst~d
it out, all lihalt could be said about the of the middle finger as with true iµen_ _T:a
s&a:nge things called Shonokins. what remote aJ:!Cesj:ry .this may trace is fill;,..
"Their insistence upon an ancestry fat poss_ible to say, as even the lower beasts as
more ancient and baleful than anything hu.- we know them have in the for.epaw a lo.r;i.ger
man may have a solid foundation of fact," middle toe than-"
wrote ThUilstone. "Whenever paleontol- His telephone rang. It was the clerk at
ogists have probed the graves of ·the · past the <le8k. A gentleman wanted to see Mr.
on this continent as thorou,ghly as they have Thllnsto~~· Might he :tome qp?
probed in Eu.rope, perhaps remains of a 'TH come down, " said ThlinstGn:e, .rose
species resembling man, though interest- and put away his unfinished manusctiptt H.e •
ingly not man, may be turned up to support left the suite, locke.d. it carefully, and .r-ode
the Shonokin claims. More .and more do I down in the elevat-0r, whistling under his
incline to believe that here in America once breath.
lived such things, developing. their own cul- · His visitor was lean, just shorter than
ture and behavior-·.- just .as in Europe fifty Thunstone' s own 1-0fty self, and woce ··a
thousand years ago li:ved the N eanderthal long light coat and a pulled down hat Re .
race, also non-human as we know humans bOwed and held out a hand with a very lo!l~
(not that the .first Shonokins were Nean- third fulger. Thunst-ope failed, or p.r.e-:,
derthaloid or like any other ancient manlike tended to fail, to see the hand:
creature yet discovered in fossil) • "Come .a.ad sit in the lobby," he inVited,
"And, just as the Neanderthals were and led the stranger to a brace of comfort-
wiped out in some unt~inkably desperate able .chairs ia a far corner. They sQ;t<lo'iV~
warfare with the first invading homo sa- A.t on'te the Shonokin took off his .hat and
piens, so the ancestors of the Red Indian leaned his gaunt, fine face dose to 1:'.hUn-
race must have swept away the fathers of stone.
the Shonokins--though not all of them. It "How much?" he demanded.
would · have been a war horrible ·beyo~d
HUNSTONE ~ed btt, and fr~m his
thought, with no spariag of v,anqUished
eaemies at the end. Somehow, a few sur-
vivors escaped, and our evidence is the e:x:-·
T pocket <lrew pipe and toba<:ro-ponch.
He :filled the . pipe and lighted. it. · The
iste.nce of Shonokins today. How those Shonolcin. du$d his head sidewise in
beaten pepple li'Yed, a.nd w~e,. cannot be dis~Sl;.
eve1;1 guessed until we learn from what "~ filthy habit, learned frooi Amer-
76 WEIRD TALES -
ican savages!" he growled; and Thunstone Thunstone, but then his eyes were fixed on
remembered that tobacco mixed with herbs the thin.g. -
had been considered in old Indian days @ He saw it was no jewel he knew. For an
- incense to the Great Spirit ahd -a near-fatal instant he fancied it was a bit of phosphor-
fumigation to evil beiilgs. Had not Kalas- escence, or some sort of lamp--but no lamp,
pup-or K wasind or Hiawatha, whatever no pJ;tosphorus, glea~ed like that. It's glare
his real name was._:sat in enJoyment of the possessed his whole vision, seemed to beat
thick tobacco-fumes -in:-the lodge, wb:ile his through his eyes an<! pierce his skull behind
attackers, the water-goblins, turned sick and them. · Like ·a Brahmin looking into the
vomiting? Such' evidence -as he, Thunstone; sun, he was blinded; like a Brahrnin look·
uncovered tended more and more to prove w~ ~..to the siu\ be rould not look a.way.
that all monsters and devils of Indian leg- · '1'ise;" the: Shonokin said, "and come
end were identifiable with the Shonokins. with me."
~How much?" said his visitor agam._ 'fhunstone leaned in the direction of the
"We know you wen enough, Thunstone, voice, and blew out all the tobacco smoke
to know fha;t you are ·not a slave to money. in his lungs. ·
But there are other things yotr-valui. Name Aery, terrible and strangled, rang in his
th.em." very ears, arid the light seemed to :flash
"You want to buy me off," replied Thu,..- off. Th.ere was an a:brupt-clink on the 'floor,
stone. "Is this an admission of defeat?" as th,ol!gh a half-dollar had diopped, .and he
"An adm1ssion of irritation," was the-re- sat up, alone. ·Th.e tobacco smoke hung in
ply. ''"B~ing tormente-d by a stinging in~ the afr around him, a little blue-misty swad·
sect, which-it is irksome to brush away, one dling through which he saw two .figures-
spills ho~ey in another place to attract it." the scurrying long-mated Shonokin, t:he ap·
"My sting is not drawn as easily as that," proach!ng_hotel manager. _ ·
Thunstone assured him. "Your journey is Thunstone put the pipe back in his
for nothing·. Go back and tellc that to the mouth, shutting his eyes a moment to cleanse
other Shonokins. - Just now I am more than them of their blur. He would have smiled,
irritating. Haven't I seen two of you die?" but decided not to. The manager was ques-
"No more of that!" The Shonokin lifted tioning him.
his left hand, its long third finger extended "What happened to t:hat man, Mr. Thun-
in what Thunstone judged to be a. gesture stone?" ·
.averting ill omen. No Shonokin cares even "He _was taken suddenly )ll," replied
to speak of the qeatl'i of his own kind. Thunst:one. "Ifs really nothing for us to
{'You used magic against me," went on worry about.''
Thunstone, . "magic so -0ld as to be trite- "You' i:e all right?"
poking and piercing my likeness. Men were 'Tm all right," nodded Thunstone.
suocessfully averting that sort of sympa- l'he manager's eyes dropped floorward.
thetic hokus-pocus--as long ago as Salem "Careful! You dropped a coal from your
witchcraft days." pipe-step on it." ·
"It is not the extent of our power;' was Thunstone, too, glanced down to a little ·
the harsh repJy. "But you have not an- crumb of radiance paler and brighter than
swered my question. Again, how much?" any tobacco fire. "No, don't. That's a
"Agl,lin, you are wasting your time. Even piece~ -0f cut-glass jewelry-rather skillful
a Shonokin' s time must be worth sopi_ething cutting and polishing-I'll take care of it."
to himself. Good day." He whipped the handkerdiief from his
breast pocket, dropped it over the glaring
rf\HE strange-shaped left hand dipped. into object and gathered it up in his big hand.
J. a pocket of the long coat. "You've cut your finger," said the man-
"I make a last attempt, Thunstone. Here ager. "There's .a spot of blood on your
is something you will :find interesting." handkerchief.''
The hand reappeared. Between Its fin- "Not my blood," Thunstone to.Id him,
gertips was a great glitter of light. "but this thing needs careful handling."
_"Jewels? I do not even wear them," said With the cambric-swaddled lu:mp still in
BLOOD FROM A STONE 77
his hand, he levered his bulk out of the detwe and trial, almost forgotten today
chair. "I think I'll have dinner in my though it made grim history full thirty years
suite this evening. _ What's good?" before the more familiar Salem incidents.
Chapter l~ beg~ with notes on the trial
G~IN
A laid a china plate on his desk.
in. his sitting r0<?'111, Thunstone <?f Goodwife Knapp in New Haven during
Then May of 1654, a trial that included evidence
he chose a drinkin,g glass from the tray by . a dozen neighbors and ended with the
beside his carafe, .and struck match after defendant's death . on the gallows. But it
match, painstakingly smudging its- interior. was not the adventures of Goodwife Knapp
Finally he flipped the gleaming thing upon so ml!ch as those of a witness, Mary St~ple,
the plate and quickly covered it with the Staplyes, or Staplies, that drew ThWlstone's
dulled _glass. He was able to look at it attention:
then without agony to his eyes.
The object was the 'size of an alm9nd, . • _. she~ ye said Knapp, voluntarily,
smoothly curved on its entire surface. Not without any occasion given her, said
a single facet could he detect. But its light, that goodwife Staplyes told her, the
even though impeded by the soot on the said Knapp. than an-Indian brought vnto
glass, was steady and strong. He drew his her, the said Staplyes, two little things
shades and turned out the electric lights in brighter then the light of the day, and
the room. Still it .shone, illuminating ob- told the said goodwife Staplyes they were
jects to the farthest walls. Inside the ob- Indian gods, as the 11).dian called ym;
ject was some source of i:adiance, steady and and the Inclia.n w.itha,U told hei:, -the said-
insistent and intense. StaplJres~ if she _would keep- them, she
Muffling it still more -by droppin,g his would be .so big· rich, all qne god. and
handkerchief over the upturned glass, Thun- that the said Staplye~ told the said Knapp,
stone sat back, smoked and thought. After she gaue them again to the said Indian,
some minutes, he took up his telephone and but -she could not tell whether she did
called a number which he did not have to so or no.
look up.
The woman who answered was tremen· · Thunstone savored the quaint spelling
dously interested in the questions Thun- and syntax as he read. ". • . so big rieh, all •
~ne asked, and had many questi:Ons of her one god .. .'' What did that mean? He
own. Thunst:One evad~d the necessity of turned. two mo~e pages, the e-videnc.e of one
dfrecLreplies, and finally when she recom- Goodwife Sherwood,' and a story set down
mended another informant thanked her and at fourth hand-the same story as before:
hung up. His second call was long dis-
tance to Boston, where a retired .professor . . . goodwife Baldwin whispered 'her
of American .folklore greeted him warmly in the eare and said to ·her that good:W~fe
as an old friend and gave him further, more Knapp told her that a woman in ye towne
specific information, f!nally naming. a book. was a witch and would be hanged within
"I have that book right here," said Thun- a twelue moneth, and would confess her-
stone. '!And I should have thought of the selfe a witch and cleere her that she was
.reference without bothering you. Thanks none, and that she asked her how she
and let's see each other soon. I may have knew she was a witch, and , sh.e told her
about half of a -stoty Jo tell you:·- she had ree.i_ved Indian gods of an ln·
He hung up :a_gain, and went to his shelf. dian, wch are shining things, wch shine
The book he chose was slim and green, like lighter then the day. Then this depont ·
a cheap textbook. It was John M. Tay~ asked goodwif.e Knapp if slie had said
tor's- Witchcraft Delusion in Colonial Con· so, and she denyed' iti goodwife Baldwm
necticut, published in 1908 as an item of the affirmed that she did. but Knapps wife
Grafton Historical Series. . againe decy.ed it and said she knowes no
.Almost. idly Thun~one leafed through woman in the towne that is a witch, nor
the restrained but fascinating account of a any woman that hath received Indian
multiple charge of diabolism and its eyi.- gods, but she said th~~ was an Indian
78 WEIRD TALES
at a womans house and offerred her a -black -eye-sockets seemed fu. meet his gaze
coopfo of shining things, but the woman and challenge it. Its wee,. perfect jawbone
neuer told her she took them, but was stirred on its hinge, and two rows <1f per·
afraide and ran away . . • foct, pointed little teeth parted~_ then suicked
togethei: as if in .hanger or menace.
7here was more beyond .of Mary Staplies.
The book called her a "light woman,'' .w;~tchea, as _ ~osely as
shrew<l and shrewish, who spoke in Good- THUNSTONE
when· the SOOnokin i1ad ·first dipped the
wife Knapp's defense. Later she tc)o was mystery from his poCket,. bnt with all hfa
on trial -and released, and her husband sued defenses, ment:;i.1- and s.oirirual, up. . Skulls
her ~o:itsers, She did not sound tirilid, by of any si.z,e: ~d shape ... m~st npt ·'frigb±Cn
all acc:ounts, yet on her own showing she him, he decided. And-Jiis memmy tlashed
had run fearfully: from the "Indian" who back to the Indian tales of Kataspup-~g
offered het something shining brighter tharr ical skulls had be.en employed -before 1iPis.
·daylight. by Shonokins against mankind; and had
"ShoriOkins 1-0ok like_ Indians," muttered been defeated.
~stone, "if you do not notice their third It was only the size -0f a thtunb, anyw;iy.
fmgers." ~~ a trlife fa~g€.t, the size ?f an _e~ .A
He took time to feel sorry for the Puri- 01g egg. l\nd the glass that covered :ft. was
tan elders, not versed in .demonology and smaller than Thunstone had~ thought; the
• not even well versed iri grammar .or law, skuR-appearance. crowded it. y .
who were faced with whatever faced them • As Thunstone gazea, the-jJ!:whone }.110ved,
three -hundred -years ag(}. the teeth gnashed, a secomi time:-- 'tri~
W'ell, then: 'fhe wife of a New England movement stirr~d tile glass., tilted and--upsct
colonist had fled refusing from a bright talis- it. The glass rolledto the :floor, broke with
mi_tn that would make her ~'big rich." He, a mufiloo clash of fragments; T;he egg-
Thunstone, \\cas in. possession of such a sized sku.ll was suddenly: · ~ ~ze, . Its
thing. The Shonokin had fled this time, los- sockets were nQ longer dark hut _glowe<t
ing his cliatm-'--Or had he? Was this, per- gr..eenly, as with some .sort of phosphor-'
haps, a devke to make Thunstone accept escent xot. With a waggle of its jawbOne
a b.r.i:be or wage? it hunched itself from the plate, a little
Thunstone laid down the book and raised nearer to Thunstone. Yet again its-teeth,
the handkerchief. There was a fleck of big enough to show their painted formation;
blood on it; as the manager had said; and snapped hu11grily.
Oil the dish, too, seeping from under the Thunstone argued with himself that -
imprisoning glass. Within, the shining ob- worse things than this had come to him in
ject seemed to float, like a gleaming bit of the past, that a skull so small would be eas~
ice on a -dark sea. · ily crushe<l-but already if was bigger, big-
Thunstone took from a cabinet some ger still. It flipped over, r-olled from the
chemical vesse1$, tubes and flasks of liquid. table, swam through the air at him. A-s~ it
Catefully he secured a portion of the blood, snapped its jaws, he batted it away, palm
diluted it, made fr-Owning tests; He wound outward; as if playing handball. 'fhe thiflg
up shakit).g his head over the precipitation in was as cold as a flying snowball, and as he
his solution. deflected it, -it almost sank its sharp ~.teeth
Blood, yes. Mammalian, surely. Human, into his finger. It struck: a wall, bounced
no. \Vhat creature could be matched with and arr-0.med bade, so tliat he ducked only
that blood he could not say~ Pecliaps no just in time. The wall where it had to¥bed
scientist could s_ay. He felt his eyes drawn so briefly bore a spattex of blood. ·On its
again to the thing under the glass. new course the skull flew into- tire hedrogm,
It was -no longer a jewel, or anything and Thunstone pulled the door shut. _
like a .jewel. In the little w.aUow of blood At once something was bW!lptag. sh<:w:
lay a skull the size of his thtimb, pallid in- ing, demanding entrance to the parlor. The
stead of glaring, its cranium shaped strange- panels of the door creaked, but held. The
ly, bulging here and pinched in there. Its blows gttw_- heavier, more insistent. Was
BLOOD FROM A STONE 19
the thing growi11g still m0re--:-would it . as if to regain its skull..shape; a shape that
grow and grow, to the size of a boulder1 a would be larger than a bushel. ·
table, a house? Thunstone, eyes . oil' the There was a <loor behind Thunstone, a
closed door, mustered his wits for some- door to the outer corridor; but Thunstone
thing new· in defense. He thought quickly does not run from evil. He knows that
of the Connecticut visitation of terror, of others have turned their backs, and what has
witne~es at the witch-trials who had happened to those others. He tossed the
spoken of enchantments that smacked of whole chair for the teeth to catch and man-
hypnotism or hallucination and of grimmer gle, dropped back as far as the 'doSet and
thi~'firy eies" with no head to con- made a quick snatching motion inside for
tain them, and a brief gliinpse of something an ebony cane. With this he thrust, swQrds-
":with a great head and wings and noe manslike, at the enemy, and .thought it
boddy and all black." Well, if Shonokins checked-perhaps because the ferrule of the
had not triumphed there, they would not stick was of silver, abhorrent-t-0 black magic.
triumph here. He gained a moment to grab with his other
The knockings had ceased, and there was hands- at the bookshelf and throw book&
a questing &.sh of light at the lower chink like stones at the thing.
of the door, then something began slowly
HOSE were valua:ble books, some of
to pour out. .
Thunstooe thought at first it was some
.
T them irreplacable, others old friends that
slow, pale-grey liq:q.i.d, but it held its shape. had noo.tished his mind and stood his allies
The forepan ,..Qt. a, &:t, ugly skate or ray in moments almost as u.nhuky as this.
sumetimes steals into view like that from Thunstone felt like carsing as the- skull, now
hiding in shallow water-a blunt point lifting itself three-diinensronal again& .the
_ like a nose, a triangle of pale tissue as flat bedroom door, caught in its mouth and
as though hammered, oown. This trembled ripped to shreds a first edition of Tho.tl'lp-' .
a bit, as if ~ploring the air by smell or feel. son's Mysteries and Secrets of Ma_gk ..
It came out more, and more. Spence's .heavy Encydop.e.dia oj Occulti.rm.;.
enough to smash a ·skuli, bounced imp(}-
T WAS not a flattened skull, for bone tehtly from the misshapen bra.in-case. The
I would have splintered; but had a skull thing was lifting now, lifting into the air
been modeled in softness, then pressed as in a slow, languid· flight, like a filling baj.-
thin as paper,1t might be like that. It still had loon, to drift toward him. Its jaw dmpped,
0
a jointed jaw, the seinblance of needle teetb.~ exposing a mouth that could take his head
and eye-sockets that looked -up at Thunstone at one gulp.
with a deep glow. The glow was more "Not this time!" Thunstone defied it, in
knowledgable than menacing_. Thunstone a voice· he wished· was not S0 hysterical, and
saw. ao .sign of the effort to terrify which threw yet another book. This .came open
characterizes most attacks by things natural as it flew through the air, smiling the no-se-
or supe.t;tratural. It thought· it had him, and less .face and: L!.ropping on its b.ack, wide·
that there would be little or no trouble spread,,..just ·in_ front.
about doing what it wanted to do with him. The skull, too,, d.!opped back -and down.
Those £fattened jflws opened, ancl he could Thunstone could have sworn that its face-
see the inner bare bones of them. bones writhed, like frightened flesh. It
It slid out,' out, thin a.nd broad as a bath.- seemed to turn away.
mat. 'lhunstone's. great hand fell on the · He mood there, breathing as if from
back of a chair, and he brought this forward, labors that had exhausted even his giant
as a trainer offers a chair to a trucul.¢p.t lion body~ and saw it -sag, spre11;4, flatten. It
in a cage. The teeth closed on a hardwood wanted to <:reep baCk the way it had come.
leg and bit. off the tip of it like_ a bit of "No!" he yelled at it again, and, stoop-
cele.ry. A little waggle of the flat mu%Zl.e iog, eatight the edge of the carpet. Fran--
cleared away the splinters. With a sort of tically he bundled the skull and t he book
protozoic surge, it began to clear of the together.
chink under the floor. Its forepart ~well&l It took both his brawny hands i.o hold
80 WEIRD TALES
ihat package together, for what was iriside $Otied with holy names that it might have
thrashed and Churned as comtulsively as a been a prayer instead of a spell. And,
great cat in a ~g. Thunstope hung on, ~t finally:
was all he could do, and brougbt . his thick
knee into play, hearing down. Thal skull Only carry . the . paper with you; and
had grown so large and abhorrent-but not you will then perceive that no enchant-
q_uite to- bushel ~e. It was more pumpkin ment can remain in the room with you.
size now-or did he ,i:ma-giµe it was like a
football, the size of an · ordinary human Thunstone closed the book, then _reopenecf
head? · lt still strove and w:allowe<i,:, strain· it to the quaint- preface: which promised
ing for freedom. A human head of those that "to . ·mm; -who:-::.f.itop_ero/ este~ms and
dimensions woulci be dw.atfed, really; per· vahJ.es this boo.k:, <tnd ne~i: iihases rts teach-
hl!.pS :a· child's; perhaps a m<;>nkey!s. iiigs", will not only be granted tfie_usefulness
'«If& shrinking,'' he growled e:xulta_ntly. of its contents, but he- will also attain ever-
''Tryjn.g to get out that way." _ lasting joy and bi:eSSing;" "The thought
Now,jt did not struggk at all, or it was came that to some ·sc&olars suCh · tomes of
too small to make its-:struggles felt. Tuun- power were considered in theinselves to be
stone dq_ng to his improvised trap. count- evil. But is not every weapon what the
ing to -~irty, and dared to let the _fabric wielder makes it? He decided to disallow
fall open. the element of chance in the fa_lling open
The skul~ was gone. The hlindiag bright Of Bgyptia1rS ecre:ts.:t.o.:the very passage that
jewel was -tker.e, ·.i4 a ·fold of the rug as had won his" late- sfriigg]:e. ~ ~
far removed as possil:>fe from the still open Someone was .fqioddng at the -door.
·book. Tbunstone started violently, then recovered
Thunstone smiled. Deliberatefy and with himself-.
all his st.rengfu, he set his heel upon .the "Yes?"
glow· and ground down. He felt dis~te "Room servic~ Mr. ThunstQne. You.
gration~ as of v~ry old fire-weakened brick. said you'd be dining in your suite?''
A whill ·of bad odor came up, and was gone. "Not for three-quarters· of an hour,'~ said
fhe glow departed, and when he took away Thunstone. 'TU telephone down."
his f Oot, there was a blood-stain and nothing ''Right.,, The man outside was walking
more. awa:y.
Breathing deeply once _a.gain, Thunstone Thttp,st.o:rte l?oured himself a drink from a
picked up the book. It .was hls Egyptian bottle of ~Cly. It tingled in his throat.
Secrets that, earlier in the ~:lay, had shown Then he stripped off his jacket, rolled the
him a way to another v!ctory. By some sleeves back from his broad forearms, and
chance it had fallen open to the sixty-second from the bathroom fetched a ·broom, towels
page: and a pailof water.
A Most Excellent Pro/$ction· Beginning .the task of cleap.ing his own
Write the following letters upon a room, he whistled a tune to himself, a tune
scrap of paper: old and cheerful. And when he had fin-
ished whistling it, he whistled it all over
Thunstone read theni, a passage so sea- again. He had never felt better in his life.
Vie 0 ai Sword
By
MANL Y
.WADE
WELLMAN
f' L TS of shops, lots of private col- up. Thunstone's long broad hand took the
lectors would like to bid on it," pipe from under his clipped dark mus·
the little straw-tinted man as- tache, Thunstone' s wide gloomy eyes stud·
mred Thunstone, "but I felt, that you-the ied the curved sword that had been laid on
sort of man you are, with occult knowl- the magazine stand. F.i;om the chair op-
edge and interests-ought to have first re- posite, young Everitt was leaning forward
fusal." to look, too.
In his comfortable chair by the dub win- "Arabian sword?" asked young Everitt.
dow, Thunstone was almo~t as tall sitting He liked to slide himself into private dis-
down as was the straw-tinted man standing cussions. His father had been a director
:.111;:;1::11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111m1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111t!:
§ -... tmd a Dai blade mNJI never be drawn except for the shedding of blood ~
i.11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111n111111111.i 111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 ni
Beading by A. R. TILBURNE
37
38 WEIRD TALES
of this club, and an acquaintance of Thun- edged, not only on the outer arc but the
stone. Young Eve~itt wanted to be a per- inner curve, which was almost as abrupt as
sonal friend, or anyway said so. Thun- that of a fish hook. And the point itself
stone was slow about admitting men and looked deadly . sharp, like the sting of a
women to his personal .friendship. He wasp.
hated to be prejudiced about things like "I am afraid," said Thunstone gently,
eyes being too close together, but he was. "that I'm not a good prospect for the sale.
And young Everitt' s bright, small eyes were May I ask where you got such a specimen?"
:very close together indeed. The straw-colored man shook his head.
"It is a sword from Nepal," the straw- He might have been deploring Thunstone's
tinted man was informing Everitt. "A refusal, or declining to tell the history of
sword of the warrior class, peculiar to the his acquisition. "I had hoped," he said
Dais. They are an offshoot, a schism one after a moment, "that you would be inter-
might say, of the Gurkhas." . ested in the history of the Dais."
"I thought Gurkhas were those little "I know a little about the Dais," Thun-
pickle things," smirked Everitt at Thun- stone replied, still gently. "Not much, but
stone, who smiled back but not very a little. I am not of their faith, and I
broadly. "Why is this sword worth so have no use for so peculiar a part of it as
much?" a Dai sword."
"Because it is a thing of ritual," replied
the straw-tinted man. "Because there are
so few such swords ever offered for sale. E. VERITT suddenly squealed out an oath,
not proper language in that quiet and
Because," and his pale little forefinger conservative club room. Still holding the
t ,1 pped the wire-bound hilt, "it is set with drawn sword in one hand, he furiously
precious jewels." wrung the fingers of the other.
At the word "jewels," young Everitt "I was just going to put it back in the
bounded eagerly out of his chair and bent sheath," he· told them, "and-but you can
to look more closely. see for yourself!"
"Jewels, all right," he agreed, as if he Had he been years younger, you would
had been requested to pass judgment. "Not haye said that Everitt pouted. He thrust
awfully good ones, though. There's a flaw his hand under Thunstone's nose. The
in the ruby. · And those emeralds, .I'm not quivering thumb had been punctured at the
''ery wrought up about them." He scowled, center of the ball, and blood trickled in a
and his close-set eyes seemed to crowd each shiny thread. Thunstone meditated that no
other even more. "The one on the pom- artificial scarlet can come near the bright-
mel, the dull one set in silver-what is it?" ness of fresh blood. Drawing his hand
"A Dai stone," said the straw-tinted man. back, Everitt sucked the thumb scowlingly,
His eyes, which were also straw-tinted, like a bad-tempered baby.
turned to seek Thunstone's. He did not "Of course," said the straw-tinted man,
seem to like Everitt. taking the sword and sheathing it without
"Dai-dye?" echoed Everitt. "You ought mishap, "the Dais would .find that accident
to dye it, some brighter color." Again he a fortunate one for you." ·
chuckled over his own pun. . "Never heard "Fortunate?" repeated Everitt thickly,
of one." past the thumb in his mouth.
"From the name of that stone the Dais It was Thunstone who said: "As I un-
hke the name of their sect.... I wouldn't derstand it, a Dai blade must never be
draw the sword, not now." . drawn except for the shedding of blood.
But Everitt had already cleared the blade The sect insists that bloodless drawing is
from its scabbard of brass-studded leather. the worst of ill luck."
7he steel shone as with frantic scrubbing "And, should they draw for polishing or
and polishing. Thunstone, returning his sharpening only, or for exhibitic:Jn only,"
pipe to his ~outh, fancied that he could amplified the straw-tinted man, "they will
mirror his own square face in that bright- prick themselves delibera:tely, just as you
ness. The curve of the blade. was double- did just now inadvertantly, to avert the ill
THE DAI SWORD 39
luck." He weighed the sheathed weapon Picking up the sword, he drew it with
in his hand. 'Tm sorry, Mr. Thunstone, a rather stagey flourish. Even in Everitt' s
that you are not interested. As I suggested fist, unschooled to swords, it balanced per·
before, perhaps I should show it to a col- fectly. Its blade again caught silvery lights.
lector or-" Thunstone speculated as to what alloy had
·"Wait," said Everitt. gone to its smelting and forging. Eyeritt
He had taken his thumb out of his mouth. · smiled rather loftily, and dipped the curved
His narrow:-set eyes watched a new bead of point back into the sheath, smacking the
blood as it slowly formed on the wet skin. blade smartly home. An instant later he
When he spoke again, he sounded ill- had dropped the sword, swearing more
humored. "If Thunstone doesn't want the loudly than before.
thing, maybe I do. How much for it, "I've cut myself again!" he cried sulkily.
Mister?"
R. MAHINGUPTA, when visited that
Thunstone, refilling his pipe, watched.
The straw~tinted man remained silent for M evening by John Thunstone, made him
a moment. Finally he named a sum, and welcome in his study as he would have wel·
he sounded as though he were trying to corned less than ten other Occidentals. Mr.
ask too much. Everitt snorted. . Mahingupta was smaller even than the
"That's pretty steep," he said. 'What straw-tinted man, with a youthful slimness
about-" and spryness utterly deceptive; for he was
"I cannot bargain." old and wise, nobody this side of the seas
"Then I'll take it." \Vith his unwounded knew quite how old and how wise. His
hand, Everitt produced a wallet of dark brilliant eyes slanted a bit in the finest of
brown leather, and opened it. "P,efer cash, brown faces, and his clothes were exquisitely
do you." He flipped out some bills. "Keep tailored without extremity of cut. He of·
the odd six dollars for your trouble in com- f ered cigarettes and a .little silver cup of
ing up here." brandy that must have been quite as old as
"I never accept tips," the straw-tinted he himself. -
man said tonelessly. From his own wal- "To call the Dais an offshoot of the
let, a foreign-looking fold made to accom- Gurkha cult is pure ignorance," he answered
modate notes of another size and shape than Thunstone's query, in accents more Oxonian
American money, he counted out a five than Herbert Marshall's. "We Gurkhas
and a one. He gazed for a moment at the aren't a cult at all, sir. In faith we are
sword, at Thunstone, and at Everitt. He Hindu, and in blood mixed Aryan and Mon-
bowed, or rather nodded, like a toy with gol. As Rajputs--men of the warrior
a moveable head. caste-we maintain a certain individuality,
"May I wish you good luck with this of course. You know that Gurkha record
purchase," he said, and passed the sword in many wars." Mr. Mahingupta sighed,
to Everitt. "It is very rare and curious in perhaps remembering campaigns and
this part of the world. Thank you." stricken fields of his distant youth. "Far
When he had departed, Everitt looked too many people misunderstand the East
sharply at Thunstone. and, misunderstatiding, loudly persuade
"I suppose," he said, "you want to know others to misunderstand also."
why I bought this little gimmick." "Then there is no different quality to
"I don't believe in requiring explaha· the way the Gurkha worship?" prompted
tions from people," replied Thunstone. Thuntstone. "Different, that is, from ortho·
"Well, I'm a rationalist and an empiric- dox Hinduism?"
ist," announced Everitt, who was neither. 'The difference is in descent and train·
''I'll show you, and show everybody, that ing only," Mr. Mahingupta assured him.
this isn't any magic tool-it's just so much "In the remote beginning, great Brahma
metal and bad jewelry, put together in a fathered the various castes. From his mouth
funny shape." He studied his thumb again. issues the first of the priests, hence their
"TI1e bleeding's already stopped. This time wisdom. From his right arm was born Sha·
I won't be so clumsy." tria, first of my warrior forbears, hence our
WEIRD TALES
strength. Merchants sprang from his for the popular idea of a bachelor apart-
thighs, laborers and mechanics from his ment. It was a place in the eighties, with
feet." a large living room, two bedrooms to one
Thunstone had heard all that years be· side, and a kitchen with a long-idle range,
fore. "The Dais," he pursued. "Are they an electric refrigerator, and rows and .rows
also of warrior caste?" of liquor bottles. . On the walls of the liv-
Mr. Mahingupta's mouth-corners turned ing room hung various consciously male
up briefly and thinly. "Who can say parapherna:lia--crossed foils, boxing gloves,
whence they came? In Nepal exist many hockey sticks, none of which Everitt knew
of them, in towns close to the Himalayas. how to use. Higher up were fastened the
For all I know, or anypne knows, they may stuffed heads of animals Everitt had not
descend from the abominable ice-devils. As himself killed. Everitt wore a wine-dark
to their claims of power I may not judge. robe with a luxuriantly folded white scarf,
I do not like them, and neither would you, and greeted Thunstone with a cordiality
I hope." over-warmed by drink.
"I told you of the Dai jewel in the hilt "So you found the way up here at last,"
of the sword. What is it?" he said. "What'll you have? <:ocktail?
"Jewels," said Mr. Mahingupta, "should Swizzle? Name it and I'll fix it."
be cleanly dug up from under ground, not ''Nothing, thanks,'' demurred Thunstone,
evoked by magical formula. I do not have who would rather savor in retrospect the
patience with such strange chemi.itry or brandy Mr. Mahingupta had given him. "I
alchemy or whatever. From what I hear, was in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd
every Dai stone is of artificial origin, orsee how your hand was doing. TI1at sec-
anyway of preternatural origin. I saw but ond cut was pretty bad."
one in my life." · The lips pursed, still Everitt drew from the pocket of his robe
harshly. "It serve4 as the single eye of an the hand in question. It was taped over
excessively unpleasant little statue. I dug the ball of the thumb, and most of the palm
it out as a gesture of defiance toward thosew:i.s swaddled in criss-crossed gauze.
who worshipped the thing. This happened "The doctor asked me if I'd been bitten,"
more than your lifetime ago, but see." he said. "It got kind of inflamed or in-
He extended a slender, delicate hand. fected-Lord! How he hurt me with that
The brown forefinger was crooked as from germicide stuff!" Everitt bit his lip at the
a bad fracture, and seamily scarred as from memory.
deep burns. That was all Mr. Mahingupta Thunstone looked closely at the hand.
said about the adventure, and prob:ibly not The .fingers were flushed and a bit swollen,
even Everitt would have urged him to say but he could not judge if they were danger-
more. Mr. Mahingupta lifted his brandy ously sore. Everitt slid the hand back into
cup. . his pocket, and nodded at the wall.
"Though I despise and denounce the Dai "Anyway, there it hangs. How does it
worship and all it claims," he went on, look?"
"yet I am fraid that the unhappy young · He had tacked up a square of .figured In-
man you mention is as good as dead now, dian doth, and on this was displayed the
for his idiocies. Be comforted that civil- Dai sword, drawn and slanted across its own
ization will advance unhampered by such a sheath. Again Thunstone remarked the sil-
clumsy fool and boor. I regret, my dear very glow of the metal, almost like the glow
friend, that I can help yon no further." of great heat. Th\Jmb tacks held blade and
"You mean that you can't," asked Thun- sheath in place, and one of these at the pom·
stone, "or that you won't?" mel was red. No, that was the stone that
"Both," said Mr. Mahingupta. had seemed so dull in the club. It gave
off a color-tint both flushed and gloC>my like
HE night was not too far spent when -well, like a drop of blood gone a little
T Thunstone left Mr. Mahingupta, and stale.
he called on young Everitt. "That jewel on the hilt does catch the
Everitt's quarters were what might stand light funny, doesn't it?" said Everitt,
THE DAI SWORD
watching Thunstone. "And I thought it was drink. "Anyway, the sale's compf.~ted.
dull." Thunstone here was a witness to the transac·
Thunstone took _a step nearer the wall. tion. I paid you money, which you put in
"You drew it again, I see. Maybe you're your pocket, and that was that."
wise not to return it to the sheath.'' 'TH r,ay you a difference of-"
"I think it looks better displayed like "No, ' said Everitt.
that," explained Everitt, lighting a ciga· "I'll double the sum-"
rette. "I'll sheathe it again, though, any "If it's worth that much for you to buy
time I feel like it. Right now, if you like, back, it's worth that much for me to hang
just to show you I'm not afraid." onto." Everitt grinned and squinted. "I
"I wish," said Thunstone, "that a man don't need money, Mister, but I've a lik·
I know were here to look at the thing. His ing for the sword."
name's E. Hoffmann Pric.e." The straw-tinted man lifted his shoulders
"The writer?" Everitt's scorn for all who wearily. Very narrow, thin shoulders they
wrote was manifest. seemed just then. He faced Thunstone ap-
"He's more than that," replied Thun· pealingly. "Persuade your friend,". fie
stone. "For one thing, he's an accom· begged.
plished fencer and understands swords thor- "Thunstone knows that I won't change
oughly. He's likewise a recognized student my mind," said Everitt. "Some people call
of the Orient, and as for occult matters, me stubborn, some that I'm just determined.
he's an expert." "Take your choice, but I won't sell you your
"Bring him around some time if you sword again. If you stole it, or otherwise
like," granted Everitt, "but don't let him acted illegally, that's your funeral, not mine.
think he could buy the thing back from Now, how about a drink? Drinking's a
me. At first I felt I was overpaying; but good way to end any argument."
didn't somebody or other say that it isn't The straw-tinted man shook his head and
what you pay for anything that sets its turned back to the door.
value-it's whether you still want it after "Wait," Thunstone called to him. ''I'm
you've bought it-" coming with you." To Everitt he said,
"Apparently you still want it, then," sug· "promise me that you'll leave that Dai
gested Thunstone. sword alone until I see you again."
"Wouldn't be without it," Everitt assured 'Tll make no such idiotic promise,"
him airily. "And, just to show that I'm snickered Everitt. His manner was the sort
perfectly ready to sheathe it at any time-" that Thunstoiie was apt to resent, even vio-
He extended a hand toward the hilt lently. But the big man said no more, not
with the flushed jewel. At that instant the even a farewell. He followed the straw-
doorbell rang. tinted stranger out and down to the street.
Everitt went to open the door. There It was a fine night, without a moon.
stood the straw-tinted man . "I suggest that you tell me enough to
..I am sorry to call so late," he greeted help me save Everitt," ventured Thunstone
them, "but I wish to rectify a mistake. It after a little silence. But the straw-tinted
seems," and he gulped, "that I had no right man shook his head slowly.
to sell that Dai sword." "I dare not," he almost moap.ed. ''I'm
in a sad enough situation as it is."
IS straw tint was paler than it had "Have the Dais been after you?"
H been, as though straw had been coated
with frost. His eyes caught the sheen of
"I know of no Dais in this hemisphere."
'That doesn't answer my _question," in-
the weapon on the wall. "There it is," sisted Thunstone. "Have they been after
he· said eagerly. "May I return the money you? ... You don't answer, which means
and have it back?" that they have."
"You may not," Everitt told him. "l do not deny it," said the straw-tinted
"I say that I should not have sold it." man. "Once among the Dais, you are for-
"You've found that out a trifle late," ever touched with something of their in-
Everitt reminded, mixing himself a new fluence, even from a great distance. You,
42 :WEIRD TALES
sit, have been considerate of. me, and I periments extraordinary that be forbidden
would rather not a1Birt.rou with-with what of good men. .
a1Bicts me." Thunstone found references to swords
"You are not a Dai?" Thunstone from almost the first pages, and there was
prompted. a sub-section of swords and knives.
"Once I might have become one. I It is necessary in operation of artes to
sought out their scholafs and teachers, went have swords and knives and other instru-
a little way into their lore. Why not? An ments of which circles may be made and
American has become a lama in Tibet, which other necessary operations. . • • If swords
is harder by far to do. Anyway, I pro- be necessary, let · them be scoured and
gressed far enough to have the sword. I clean from the first hour. • ••
had won the right to possess it, but not the There followed diagrams to show the
right to relinquish it. That truth I realized "form and fashion" of such instruments.
tonight-die thought came into my heart, Two of the many outlines, entitled cuttelluJ
it was put there from somewhere far off. niger and cuttelJuJ albus, were reminiscent
Now I feel doom growing near and dense of the curved, double-edged Dai blade.
around me." • There was mention also of other magical
He shuddered, and Thunstone steadied weapons, including lance, scimitar, sickle,
him with a massive hand on his shoulder. dagger, poignard, and a knife called And-
"Come home with me," bade Thunstone. arnco. Thunstone reached for a third book.
This, a massy tome bound in red cloth,
ATbooks
THUNSTONE'S hotel, there were
to study, as usual. One was a
was a beautifully printed English work, by
a man whom Thunstone had often opposed
translation by Gaster of that manscript and once or twice damaged. Here and there
Sword of Moses which is believed by many little gatherings and cults use it as a veritable
to date lrom earlier than the fourth century bible, taking to heart its startling teachings
and which has been called by Oxford schol- and going through the forms of its rather
ars a connecting link between old Grecian pompous rituals. It is a slipshod work,
mysteries and the magical works of the containing some passages of startling beauty
:Middle Ages. as well as masses of carelessly written and
"Know that the man who wishes to use wordy nonsense. .On the next to the last
the sword must free himself for three days page Thunstone found what he was look-
from accidental polution," read Thunstone, ing for:
"and from every unclean thing ..." • . . Let the scholar take steel, smelted
Like the ceremony of knighthood, he according to the previous formula, and
mused as he read, wherein the aspiring by his understanding skill beat, grind and
youth must fast, bathe,/ray and keep vigil sharpen it irito a sword. Let it be en-
before being vouchsafe the weapon which graved with the words and symbols or·
would be his badge of gentility and prowess. dained, and employed in the performance
Were not the swords of heroes rated in the of mystries. Let none touch, save those
old stories as having special power and per- deserving ••.
sonality, even bearing names like living be- Thunstone slammed shut the book and
ings-Gram, Durandal, Excalibur? Thun· put it away.
stone gazed at his silent guest, wondering "So," he said aloud, "you made the
what sort of initiation he had undergoue. weapon yourself?"
Undoubtedly none that Everitt would en· "I did," replied the straw-tinted man,
dure. with an air of tragic resignation.
Thunstone took a second volu.rpe, the "Each Dai makes his own? Even to the
Key· of Solomon, as translated by "H. G. Dai jewel on the ·pommel?"
on April 8, 1572." It was a sizeable work "That is given us." The desperate eyes.,
divided into ten parts, and plainly had been of strange color sought Thunstone. "Do
well thumbed before Thunstone had gained you think I sold because I needed money?
possession of it. Especially worn were the No-only to rid myself of the sword and
pages of the last section, entitled "Of ex- all memory of the Dais. But they know,
THE DAI SWO RD
far off in their own country, and send me "At least, there are certain high officials
their thoughts." The eyes closed. "I hear of the police who are ready to accept any
them now. They say to return to Everitt explanation I care to make about an:fthing.
and demand the sword-tomorrow."· But that thing you hold must be disposed
"Then we did wrong to leave him to- of quickly. I suggest that we drive in.to
night," said Thunstone at once, . and got the country and bury it deeply in some field
quickly to his feet. "Go back to him now or woods.''. Stooping, he pulled the sheath
-wait, we both go back." from Everitt's inert fingers. "How shall
He put on his hat, and from a corner we put it back into this?"
took a rather-heavy walking stick of Ma- "It will not go in without bloodshed,"
lacca, with a silver band around its balance. the straw-tinted man said, weighing the
"This was a gift from an old friend of curved sword with practised grip. "The
mine, a Judge Pursuivant," he explained. thing has a spirit of its own. It is like
'Tm ready to go if you are." the Yan-the devil-they say lives in that
sword owned by the Fire-~ng. Probably
HIS time there was no response to their you never heard of it."
T ringing at Everitt's door. Thunstone
pushed at the panel with the ferrule of his
"I've heard," Thunstone assured him. He
held his stick horizontally across his body,
stick, and it creaked inward on its hinges. right hand at the knob, left hand lightly
They walked in. holding it near the ferrule. "Frazer refers
The lights were on, and showed them to it in The Golden Bough. Isn't that the
Everitt, lying in his crumpled robe against sword owned by a ruler in the Cambodian
the wall beneath the square. of cloth on jungle, of which it is claimed that if it is
which the Dai sword had hung. Quickly drawn the world will come to an end?"
Thunstone strode to his side and knelt. "It may not be so powerful, but it has
Everitt did not move when Thunstone power, from the blood it has drunk," said
touched him. He was dead, with his throat the straw-tinted man. 'This, too, must
slit neatly as if by a razor-sharp edge. drink blood. Mr. Thunstone, I regret what
Clutched in Everitt' s unbandaged hand I must do. Perhaps I need only make a
was the sword, snugly set in its sheath. The slight wound, if you do not resist.''
stone at the pommel gleamed red and bale- Thunstone cleared his throat harshly. "I
ful as fire in mist. give no blood to that thing. It has had
"A third time he tried to sheathe it un- victory enough, over you and over poor
blooded," the straw-tinted man was bab- Everitt.''
bling. "The third time, as in so many cases, "You are unarmed, you cannot refuse."
was the finality-time. It turned in his hand By a slight alteration of the position of his
and killed him." wrist, the straw-tinted man brought the
Thunstone put a hand toward the point into line with Thunstone's broad chest.
weapon, but the straw-tinted man was be- He sidled gingerly in.
fore him, snatching at the hilt. Everitt's Thunstone twisted the stick in his hands:
dead hand remained closed on the sheath, The lower part seemed to slip away, baring
and the sword came clear as the straw-tinted a slim straight blade, bright as the Dai
man pulled at it. Its blade gleamed silver- sword. He dropped both the hollow loose
white and spotless. part . and the sheath he had taken from
"No blood on it," said Thunstone. Everitt.
"Because it drinks the blood in, as sand "I expected something like that," smiled
drinks water. Only the stone shows what the straw-tinted man. "Of course, neither
has happened," and a pale-tan finger tapped of us are being personal about this. Your
the pommel. "Now, how to sheathe it once sword cane cannot help you. This is a
more?" sword of power. It must be wetted with
The strangely colored eyes gazed calcu- blood.''
latingly at Thunstone, who straightened his "Come on," invited Thunstone, his great
bulk and, standing erect, gazed back. body easily assuming the attitude of a fencer.
"I can explain to the police," he said. The curved blade swept ·.fiercely at him,
WEIRD TALES
danged against his own interposed strip of herded it painstakingly toward the fallen
metal, and bounded back like a ball from leather sheath.
a shutter. The straw-tinted man exclaimed, "How-how-" the straw-tinted man
as though an electrit shock had run up his was stammering in absolute incomprehen-
arm. He fell back, reassumed position and sion. -
lunged again, this time with the point. Urged inexorably by a last touch of Thun-
- A single movement of Thunstone's stone's blade, the sword seemed fairly to
lighter blade engaged and deflected the scurry the last distance. It slid into the
attack. sheath with an abrupt chock, and lay quiv-
"I too have a sword of power," he said. ering.
..I had not time to warn you, but watch." Thunstone picked it up and laid it care-
He feinted, coaxed his opponent into fully on a table.
trying another slash. This he parried "My blade is silver, a great specific
and, before the straw-tinted man could re- against black magic," he now had time to
cover, darted in his own point. It struck say. "Look at the inscription. It's old, a
solidly at the pommel of the Dai sword, little worn, but perhaps you can make out
projecting beyond the fist that held it. There the Latin." .
"'as a sharp ping, and the red-flushed jewel The pale straw-tinted face bent to read.
l>ounced away across the floor like a thrown rrsic pereant omnes inimici tui," he re-
marble. Next instant Thunstone had peated slowly. "My Latin is not as good
dipped his blade under, engaged again,· and as it might be."
with a quick press and slap had beaten the " 'So perish all thine enemies,' " trans-
heavier weapon from the straw-tinted man's lated Thunstone. "From the Song of De-
borah, in the book of Judges. Pursuivant
gr~p. · J"ab w1"th the pomt
n. warnmg · made h"is said that this silver sword was forged by
disarmed opponent drop back. Then, St. Dunstan- himself, and· he was able to
"Watch," said Thunstone again, and pointed conquer no less an enemy than Satan. Pick
his own blade at the fallen Dai sword. up the Dai stone in your handkerchief. We
There was responsive movement in the can bury it along with the sword."
thing, like the furtive retreating rustle of a The straw-tinted man kndt to retrieve the
frightened snake. As his point approached jewel. _
it, it shifted on the floor, moving on the "It is dull again, as though all the blood
planks with a little grating tinkle. For a had run out of it," he said, and rose, facing
moment it seemed to set its point hungrily Thunstone hopefully. "And I have no
toward the straw-tinted man, but Thun· sense of any more thought-commands from
stone's weapon struck it smartly, and it faced far away. Am I free? Why do you inter-
away. Like a bit of· conjuror's apparatus est yourself in matters like these?"
dragged by an invisible thread on the stage . "I sometimes wonder," replied John
it moved, at first slowly and jerkily, then Thunstone, fitting his sword cane back to·
with more speed and smoothness. He gether.
~'s Doorway
BY MANLY WA.DB WELLMAN
" •• and srn lteth aJ the door. And tattered strangers and putting them on chain
unto thee shall be his desire, and tho11 gangs. That spring I followed a trail, not
Jhal.t. rule over him. much more than a footway, between two hills
--GENESIS, IV, 7. where the live-oaks and the long-leaf pine
shouldered themselves into thickets. There
I
N THOSE DAYS and in that part of the would be clearings in the hollow~ beyond,
South I tried to keep out of county seats and a cabin or two of simple people. They'd
and other towns of any size. Sheriffs recognize me, I hoped, for someone sad and
and town marshals had a way of rounding up hungry. I'd be invited to eat corn bread-
Heading by FRED HUMISTON
38
fr1ed bacon too, if I was lucky, or a stew wooden h~adboards, fenced· by stakes a?d
of squirrel or rabbit. I had not eaten since rails. Nobody stood inside the fence. They
the morning before, nor very heartily l'hen. all faced toward a home-made coffin of whip·
FeeJjng faint, l knelt to drink from a little sawed· pine, rough and unpainted. .
pencil-wide stream. When I rose, my legs I hate funerals. I go to as few as I can
were not so shaky. . manage. But I p~}l.Sed to watch this one.
Then as I tramped downhill between the Nob9dy looked sorry or glad, only intent.
path's scrub-grown borders, I heard voices Beside the coffin stood a tall mountainy man
singing an old hyinn. Around the bend l jn worn black, with a grizzled chin-tuft that
walked, and came almost among the people, lengthened his hawk-like face. Perhaps Abe
There were twenty or twenty-five of them, Lincoln would have looked like that, if
overalled men, and women in homespun 'Wilkes Booth had spared him for twenty
dresses and calico sunbonnets, and some more years. TI.1at was the: . preacher, I de-
shock·lieaded children. They stood bunched cided, for as the singing died he began to
in front 'of_ a shabby little clapboard. church,. talk. As my eyes turned toward him, I saw
- I knew it was a church by the tacked-on two figures squatting on the ground beycnd
steeple that housed_ no bell. Next the church him and the coffin. For a moment I took
was a grassy burying-ground, with ant-eaten these to be old carven images, like figure·
't • • • ttSI11me ad ftJke to thyself the Jim tht::t tro11ble the soul of th11 dep~rted."
39
WEIRD TALES
heads from ancient sailing vessels. They 'feet were all wroug, big and furry, and itJj
looked weathered and colorless, face, hair low, dose-drawn way of lying on iti bdly
and clothing. One was <;i. _bewhiskered male, was more lik(!" a weasel. Its eye! did not
the other a wrinkled old female. Neither falte~ as mine met them. I never saw a dog
mo~ed, not even . t11;eir eyes blink~d. But with ears like those, and the face, what I
their backs were tense, as fu<?ugh. slighting could sec between the wide forepaws, was
the church . .1 know Southern folklore, and strange. . •
remembered a bit; witches, the servants of "Yes, brother?" the preacher said to rne.
devils, always turn their backs to the house "Sir, you ask for a sin-eater/' I ventured.
of God. He held the wallet toward me. "A bun~
"It was the will and prayer of L~i Brett, dred dollars and a :house," he ·repeated. "It
our departed-,brother-" _ is a fine ho'use-·so I hear tell."
The preacher had stumbled over that word' "The deact man's a stranger?"] suggested.~
as·if he ~had disliked to speak it.- "His will," "Not Levi Brett," mumbled a voke in
a
he wen~ on, "that we call at his burial for the group. "Not enough of stranger, aor
someone to eat his sins... . . how." ..
I pricked .up my ears at that. Sin-eating-. I paused and thought, and tried to- decide
the old English had believed in it. There what ·sort of thing it was that lay and watched
was something about it in PreciouJ Bane, a me, there beside the p!zle coffin: Then I",
-delightful novel [ hoped to. read again if looked bad<., a.t the preacher. I ltcked rny
ever I came among books, and had money Hps, but my dry rongue woul~ not moisten
to buy them. For pay or for gratitude, a liv- them.
jng person assumes the burden.. of sin borne 'TU do .it, if I'm allowed," was what I
by a dead one. Then ·a_ soul is free to enter managed to say. Since I cannot expla·in )low
heaven; and the sin-eater. has years of- life I began to be nervous and frightened so
in which to expiate that assl.uncd obligation. ear.ly in the ma,tter, I shall not. try..~ 'TU do
Once or twice· I had heard tumors, just it," l said again, mDre con:fi.den~ly. .
rumors, that some back-country Americans "Praise the Lord," a deep-voiced man 111·
kep.t ·the custom. toned- , and "Amen!" said a shrill woman..
The preacher paused again, watching his As 'I walked toward the coffin, the preacher
companions. Nobody stirred, except a couple stepped toward me and took mY. hand in his
who swayed a little back, as if they -disliked· big, strong bony one. "Let me call a bless-
tihe suggestion. ing on you now," he sai.d. "Late~? yo.u
"Levi Brett gave me money a~ he died," may be glad of a blessing, brother. His
said the preacher. He produced a -~vallct. eyes searched my face. "You are young, you
"Here are one hundred dollars. That will go have a look of light. I pray your soul won't
to the one who eats the sin. Also Levt Brett's suffer out of reason."
house on Dravot Ridge." "But you're really concerned for the soul
A hundred dollars in cash must have of the dead man," I remincl_e<l, and someone
seemed a fortune to those simple hill folk. said "Amen!" I held out my hand. "Give
A heavy-featured, wide-eyed young· man me the mor.ey." -
started forward at mention of it. But when . "First repeat," commanded the preacher.
the preacher spoke of the house on Dravot "I-and speak your. name."
Ridge, the young man stepped back among "Obediently I did ~o.
his companions. He shuddered,. I think; or "Do. freely," 1-).e prompted mej" and before
perhaps they all shuddered. all living thinrl'S in this world and the next,
I moved toward them. The pre~che_r assume and t~ke to myself the sins that
looked at me. So did, something else, that tr-oublc ·the soul of the deo:irted Levi Brett."
I .
now I saw for the first time. I said it all, and wound up by swear.mg~
as -he urged, on a holy name. 'fhen.he -handed
T LAY prone by the coffin, bro'wn and me the wallet. It was simply cut and sewn,
I motionlt'ss. At first I thoughJ it \vas a~ of some wonderfully soft dark le~ther. I
pound, then I thought it was not. It was opened it. Inside were ten ten-~9llar bills,
hound-size, a~d le41;n !ike a hound; b,ut its of the old large size.
SIN'S DOORWAY
"Levi Brett stands clear of evil," said the ifs yourn. Go--please go! Then it'll go
preacher to his little flock. "He may enter with you!••
-holy ground. The Lord's name be praised." Everyone drew away from me, ~oward the
They burst into song, another old hymn, fence. Beyond the rai_ls, the coffin-carriers
and six .men moved forward to pick up the had lowered their burden into the grave, and
coffin by wooden cleats that served as three of th.e.tn were spading earth upon it. I
handles. felt ky cold, and tried to lie to myself that
TI1e preacher led, and they carried it it was th~ assaul:t of hunger. 1 turned ·away.
pasLthe stake-and-rail fence into the cemetery Some c.i.'1ildren began· to jabber a little
where, l now saw, was a ready-dug grave. cadenced sneer,- to one of those universal
The hymn finished, and ail watched. chddhood -tunes:
From the wallet I took a bill. I spoke to "Your. soul to the devil,
the nearest onlooker, a tussock-bearded o!d ••your soul to the devil,
man who looked like photographs of "Your soul to the devi_l--devil.....,....devil-'"
Ambrose Powell Hill. After all, l resolutely said in my heart,
'Tm hungry," I said. "Faint with hunger. they didn't merui th~t. Maybe this was
I wonder if you would-" originally an Irish community. I knew that
''Take that double-damned money away," Irishmen sometimes said "Your soul to the
he snapped, and his eyes blazed above the devf1;·· for nothing but a joke.) turned and
hair on his face. "lt's tihe devil's- price for walked, to get away from staring, repelling
what you done. You're a roan of sin, young eyes. '\
fellow, purely rotting away with the sins Beyond the clearing where stood the
of Levi Bcett you eaten just now. I had church and tl-ie burying-ground I could see
·nothing to do with him, and I'll have noth- trees, denser thickets than those among
ing to .do with you." which I had wa:lked so far. Two trails led
I fe1t weaker than ever, and I began to into the depths of the timber, and I turned
plead. "Then, if you'll take no money, will my steps toward ohe. Something sounded
you be kind eno_ugh to-" beside me, pit-pat, pit-pat-the brown ani·
mal had joined me. It had a long thin tail,
WOMAN came to the man's elbow. She
A
· must have been his wife, a tall, strong
hill creature. "Young ·sir," she said, "I never
and it seemed awkward on all fours, like
a monkey. It' looked up a·t me once, more
eloquently than dog or cat could manage, and
hoped to turn away a hungry creature. But I headed for the other trail-head. I went
can't give you food or comfort, less'n your with it.
:sin may catCh onto me. I daren't say more As the two of us entered the woods, along
than I pity you. Go on somewhere, .where the dim green boughcroQfed area.de that was
they'll feed you unbeknownst of what you the trail, I sagely dedded where J had seen
carry. TI1at way, maybe, they'll not lose grace something like my companion. Charles I?:-·
by you." Knight's paintings, as are to be seen in New
"Look," stammered a young girl, point- York's Museum of Natural History, or in
ing. "Levi l3rett's critter-" books like Scott's History of Mammals in the
The brown animal had risen fwm where lf:Vestern H emisphe1'e, include-several things
it lay, on four legs that' crooked strangely. like that, particularly his restorations· of the
It pointed a .J.ong nose at me, like a trained very early mammals of a million years ago
hunting dog that shows ,clie prey to its and more .. Such things, as I consider them,
master. ·· were developed amorphously, could be an-
"You've taken Levi Brett's sin indeed/' cestors to the monkeys, the dogs, the cats,
said tjle bearded man, and the glare in his. the hoofed beasts, or to all of these.
eyes filmed over with terror. "111at thing
Jived with him on Dcavot Ridge, his only DO NOT want to dwell too long on the
family. When he was took sick at the preach- I
spedn1en that now padd~d the trail with
er's house, it came and camped under his me. It's snout was long, almo~·t raccoon-like,
window. It tayed by his coffin-" He broke but its brow bulged in a· way that suggested
off and choked, then spat furiously. "Now consi<lerable brain volume to go with those
42 WEIRD TALES
expressive eyes. Its ·forelegs md elbows, its "You mean Levi Brett's house? The one
rear legs had knees, and the feet that had on Dravot Ridge?"
seemed like big, ·h airy lumps bore long toes "Well, yes." The old man made a drawl
that' could, if necessary, clutch like fingers. of it. "Only not exactly. Ifs yours now, .by
l wished it would go away, but did not care Levi Brett's spoken will. And it's not a
to S'hout or gesture at it. house. It's .a gardinel."
\'qhcn I heard human feet behind me, I That word was strange to me. The· world
was relieved, but fo~ a single moment only. will be happiest if it re.ma.ins strange to the
world. I repeated it, rather stupidly: ''Gar·
wi~h their backs dinel? What kind of a house is that?"
T. HE two who had sat
to the church were following me. As I "A gardinel only looks like a house,'' the
old man informed ,me. "and it ·can only be
glanced back, the man waved a skeleton-
scrawny arm :and the two broke into a run, used like a house, by a few people . .There's
uncouth but fast, to catch up. Both grinned, lots of gacdinels, young fcHow. in towns
showing broken teeth. · sometimes, and sometimes in off-way country
.. Let them scary folk huddle together and places like this one."
die of the shivers," said the man, breatping "You ever walked along a street, and seen
haro with his exertions ... We'll see,that you somet·hing like a house not built quite !tue,
get food. Yop, and shelter. That is, we'll see that seems to look at you with :ey~s in?t.ead
you to your own proper house." of windows?" demanded the woman, blink-
""X9u did . a pure brave thing in taking ing up at me. ··Houses generally with ·no-
the sins of Levi Brett," added his companion. b.ody living·· in them, that everybody ·stays
"'I always say, the young got couro.ge. and away from?"
helpfulness." . Of course I had seen such houses. Every·
I could f ~~l nothing but ·gratitude in thisone has .. "Usually: somebody tefls me
such
a place is haunted," I replied. ·
f
~offer of help and friendship. In my hand
still carried the bill that I had taken from "And usually jt's no more than· that,'•
~e wa:Het, and I held it out. she rejoined. ~·But onc:e in a while it's not
"Thank you, no," said the man, drawing. a house, it's a gardincl."
away. "We're doing it for love,'' and he
fl~hed :hjs ~roken teeth in another griri.
-·You're one of us now.~· T
HEY were having fun with.me, or were
they? .. _. The ·oeast named Parway had
"You .mean, neighbors?" I asked, for. 1 ·run ahead, and now it.gambolled u;icouthly
thought they might live on Dravot Ridge. at a bend of the trail some yards aheads.
"Just one of us," said the woman. "Hasn't There was light, that meant a~clearing of
Parway taken you up?" sorts. 1 walked toward it, and my com·
She meant ~e brown animal, which stood panions.followed at my heels.
dose to. my side, faced toward them but The clearing was not large, and lof cy trees
"°'ith eyes ever upon me. So its name was grew thick arou.nd it. In its very center was
Parway~I suppose· that is how to spell jt. exactly the sort of house I hacl been prepared
A long moment its ~eyes held ~ine, then it for, with all that mocking mystery of the
turned and trotted ahead. old man and the old woman.
"Follow," said the man: ''It will lead you I was ·never to decide what it was made
home." of. livi.ng wood,. perhaps. hard and massive;
The three of us went along. 1 was- glad of living rock, very.living rock. On its solid
fo~ what I thought was human con:ipanion· walls were marks as of carving tools. l·ts
sl111?.· They chatted. to me geniaJly enough, two windows had sills that were of one
asking my name an~ ·my home. I gave a piece with the house front, and the low-
false name, and said I had :no home. drawn roof, that was like a hat pulled· down
"YouJlave now,'.' said the old woman, and to the eyelike windows, was· of a different
she and her companion blended their cackles color but seemed to be pa.rt of the same piece,
as at a delicious .joke. I like that 'sort of too. The doorway had not been cut oblong,
rudeness as little as anyone, and J spoke but irregular, rather like a. cave-moutl"!,. and
sharply: all was dark inside. Parway padded 9? to
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t:he threshold, looked back once to roe, and prone position of rest, eyes glued to me. i
C:iarted in. At once a dim light went on; as had a sense of growing disgust, as though I
if Parway bad kindled it. My uneasiness was smelled something rotten.
bra.Ced by angry mystilicatfon. Like the pro- "Permit me," said the man with the forked
verbial fool rushing in, I followed Parway. beard, "my name is Dravot, of the family
"l save been waiting for you," said a deep. for which Dravot Ridge is called. And you?'~
mltured voice, and there sat & human figure I gave him the name I had invented for
on a blocky stool. the unsavory couple. outside in the clearing.
The one was a man of inde.finite age. with He nodded.
everything forked about him-his little di· "'Let me be simple, though I doubt if the
vided beard, his joined and u.pslanterl brows, situation can ever be simplified enough to
his spiked moustache, hornlike Points of hair be explained in ordinary words. Levi Brett
at ·Ills brow. These things were probably was- . shall we say_,brilliantly unusual? Or
makeup to a certain extent-Satan himself wiusually brilliant? He kpew many things, .
~ouldn't have been so lavishly th_eatrical. of the sort that weaklings of the ordinary
The face was gaunt and mocking, with eyes world call forbidden or horrific. This dwell·
as brilliant a.s Parway' s; but. to look intelfo ing is the reP,ository of much knowledge. I
ge.a4 there would have to be more forehead. know relatively little, for I W/15 only his-
He hdd out a hand. which I had the instinct well, his secretary, his aide. And the .two
not to grasp. His gaunt·figure was wrapped . outside are, frankly, stupid underlings. But
in a' sort of gray gown. let us not belittle their courage in :uccpting
"You'll be woadering," he said to m~ Levi Brett's acquaintance and leadership."
''just what is expected of you." ''You promised to be simpleJ and you're
..I do indeed," was my reply. "If you'll not," said I. "Was Levi Brett some sort of
be good enough to tell me-.. sorcerer or wizard? ls that why the people
"'Tell me first," he said gently, "how much at the church hated his sin?"
you know." , "That is exactly the expJanatioo that will
I cleared my throat. and wished for a drink do for the moment,'' smiled Dravot, as if in
of water... J came to where they were bury- applause. "You will know· better and ·hetter,
ing someone called Levi Brett. It seemed he as if dimensions are ·added to your mind.
couldn'~ go into a proper grave until som~ You hav5-" gift5, 1 daresay, that he lacked.
~i;te. by the old rustom, assumed his sins. I You will carry on what he strove for, the
did so, because I was poor and hungry, .and bringing of people hereabout to our way of
there. w~· a sum of money o.ffered. Levi interesting truth." '
Brett s sms must have been considerable, be-
HAD actually forgotten my hunger.
cause nob<>dy wanted anything to do with
me. And I let myself be led here, simply I About me was a close warmth, a sweaty
because it seemed easier than to go some- smell that seemed to go with the carcasst
where ~1se. Thaf s the sum of my knowledge cavity form of the apartment. "I take it
to date, and I'd like to know more... that Levi Brett did not make many converts
"Ah," said the man with the forked beard, to your beliefs," I said.
"you deserve to know more, for the .sa.k~ of '"It was delib.erately that he set up in .this
the important things you're to di>." . C9ffiJilunity," said Dravot. "Knowledge that
supematura·I powers exist is part of the
I TOOK time to look at other things than Southern hill culture. But with that knowl-
bis face. The inside of the house was not edge ~qes fear. For many years Levi Brett
properly angled . Walls rurv.ed, and junctures did hIS wonders, and he attracted only me
at ceiling and Boor seemed blunt. There were and the two out there. We know what
~ea.ms and rafters interestingly tacked on, power -is possible, but the others refuse _to
like ribs enclosing the body cavity of a dis- know or even to surmise. Thev hated him.
embowelled carcass. Beside the stool oo And even 1-a native, of a respected family
which my new· acquaintance sat mere was -haven't dared go among them for years."
only~ desk, covered with papers. ln a corner "Levi Brett turned against all these things
Parway had sl~ped down mto that strange you tell about," I said suddenly. "He died
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at the preacher's, and left money tobuy given as companions and partners in evil to
someone to take over his sins. " such persons as contracted tci serve hell . ..
There was a sudden storm of cackling but nobody had imagined anything like
laughter from outside, whe.re the old couple Parway. ---
we1e _listening. Dravot . Jaugh~d, too, and "Suppose you think these things over,"
point~ his finger. Dravot ~ent on,_rabher patiently. 'TH leave
"Ah, ah, aih," he said, "that took in the you. It's evening. I wish you.joy, young sir,
fools, but I thought you'd see. Must 1 ex· of your first night in your-new quar.ters." -
plain that, too?" . . .He got up and strode away. The t'v.'O ~mt~
"You must," I told him·, "and seriously. side followed him from the clearing. Light
I don't like to be laughed at, Mr. Dravot." was dying there, but strengthened inside. 1
"Forgive me, then. We'll be good fr~ends saw its source, a great candle in a wall
later. But ito explain: Levi Brett knew he bracket, a \candle black as tar that ·burned
must di~-. He hoped for a sqn to inherit with a. strong white light like carbide.
his knowledge and work, but, for many -de· My early faintness returned to me, and I
cisive -reasons, he never fathered one. He sat on the stool. If l could but have some
only pretended to rep'ent-.h e sought out the food. . . . .
preacher deliberately when he felt hi~ last And there it was, on the desk at my
hours upon him . .That old ceremony of sin- elbow ..
eatin·g. made you his heir, my young friend. Parway looked from me to the well-filled
You take over !his possessions, his knowl· tray. Had he brought it from S<?mewhcre?
edge, ·his work. Good fortune to you." I could not see dearly at first, then stared.
I gazed at him, uncomprehen~ing. He One steaming dish held a sort of pilaffe.
waved his hand at the papers on the desk. . Another cutlets half-hidden iQ savory sauce.
''Some ,of ~hese things you may read·, but There -was a crosty loaf w'ith fruits baked
not all. Paper wouldn't contain them. The ihto it, a massy goblet of yellow metal· that
knowledge, I say, is in this :house. Sleep held dark liquor. In a deep bowl nestled
here, dream here .. Levi Brett's· knowledge fruits .J did not know, but their colors were
will grow within you.'" vivid and they gave off a delicious odor.
1 shook my head. "This has gone far ~started to reach for tbe tray, and paused.
enough," I said. "I dislike practical jokes. -for my band trembled so violently. That w_as
For you, as I sec it, there is only one way when somethirig--=-somewhere-betrayed its
l<l tea-ch you manners."· . eagemess clumsily.
Stepping forward, I lifted my fist. I was For the tray edged toward me on the
going to hit him. table, as if it crawkd on slow, tiny legs.
I sprang up, sick and dizzy with startled
E ·DID not move, but Parway did. The fear, The movement of the tray ceased ab-
H . lithe, strangely made body swooped in ruptly, but I had seen. I would not have
front of me. The Jong iaws opened, and touched the food then, not though final
trian~ufar teeth, lead-colored and toxic- starvation w.as upon me. I kicked out at the
seemtng, grinned at me. I stopped, dead, desk and overset jt, tray and all. _
st·;ujng. The tray vanished, and the dishes, before
"-Parway disagrees," said Dravot. "Mean~ 'they struC.k the nat, dull, solid .flcor. Parway
while, if rQU thin~ this is all a joke, how do looked' at me bitterly, then rel'roachfully,
ycu explain Parway ?" and slunk· to a corner. I sank back on my
"Some sort of f rcik or. hybrid," I said stool, wondering furiously.
lamely. · That feast that had come at iny mind's
Parway glared, and.Drav.:>t chuckled. silent bidding, ha<i vanished when ~ rejected
"He understands. · He is not compli- "it-there was precedent for such things in
mented, and I don't blame him. Parway has-- the history, or pretended ;history, of magic.
an .intcr.csting ·origif!-you'U have read of Did hot the witches gorge themselves luxuri·
.such things, per·h aps . .Old demonologists ously at the.i r meetings, whidi the scholars
called them familiars." call sa);>:bats? Was not sudl gorging a kind
1 had heard the word. Strange enti·ties, of infernal sacrament, which bound the eater
SIN'S DOORWAY 41
to bis nasty \Vorsliip? I congratulated myself My eyes read those words, and in the
on my refusal. same ~oment my ears heard them-whether
For now I was believing tl1e .things that fr.pm witohout or within, how shall I say
had been told me.. now? It's cll vecy well to accuse .Q}-e of
hysterio:'l imagination; but if ifs easy to be
HE NIGHT thilt_dosed in would be chill, cool and analytical in such a. crisis, try it
T I knew, but inside the room the air grew
warmer, if an}"thing. and closer. Parway, still
yourself some time. What l do remember
well is the script on the page, crabbed but
crouched m the corner, gazed at me ex- deaf' and black, and the quality of the spe;rk-
pectantly. I hated that steady stare, dfr~ ing, de~p and harsh and- metallic:, like the
but not honest. Turning my head, I saw voice yo'u would expect from Fra~enstein's
the pape.rs spilled from the overturned desk, monster.
Srooping, I lifted one. I straightened up and turned a.way, mut·
The first word my glance caught was "gar· tering a curse. Probably I should have
di.eel," and at once 1 began to read with spoken .a prayer instead. Empty myself of
deepest interest; my thoughts--and what woul.d take ·their
··They may be sma-!I or la-rge, eonvention· place? 'D.he thoughts of another. the things
al-seeming or -individual. accoroing to the Levi Brett had known, thoughts which still
words said and the help asked. Choose crowded, bodyless, in this awful room and
the pfaa where one will grow, mark the waited for a mind into wihid1 to slide them-
ground plart, scatter the meal of the proper selves. Then I'd be Levi Brett,
plant, and say-" I
Tihere was considerably ni.ore, but I would DID not want to be Levi Brett. I did
do humanity a dissetvi_ce to write, it bere,
even ,if I remembered correctly. Suffice it to
I not v:ant the knowledge with which his
thoughts were freighted. Anyone, even a
sa:y that -it spoke of housess or things like skeptic, could see how .fatal that would be.
houses, being rapidly grown from nothing· .. You take over_ his possessions, his knowl-
ness like a sort of- fungus. I r~membered edge, his work." Dravot had told me that.
~at I had heard earlier on the frail to Levi I would live in this house tbat wasn't a
.Brett's Jair, the words of the old man: -,,A house, eat foods of which I knew not the
gardinel only looks like a ho11Se, and it can name that c:ame from I knew not where.
only be Rud like a house, by a few people. My companions wo1:1ld be Dravot, Parwayt
Was I to be one of such people? Had tny one or two of the God·forgQtten among the
declaration that I ;rssumed Le·vi Brett's sins natives. l wanted no such legacy. How to
made -me a creature of sorcery, whether I reject it, and remain what I had been, a
wanted it or not? stanred and wretched wanderer?
"~ ~o.O't hav~ this," I said. 'Tm going." 'The food, I remembered, had vanished.
Rismg, [ started for the door, but again That was because I had refused Lt. Perhaps
Parway moved before me. His teeth bared, I had a clue to the procedure. I turned
he crouched low on his rear haunches a.nd toward Parway.
Ji:fted ~is forelimbs. His paws spread their ..Go away," J commanded. "Go away,
toes, like cl~msy hands to strike or grasp, and let this house-what th~y call a gardinel
and I could not find the resolution to attack -go, too. And everything else. I_.rejed it.'"
him.. - Parwa.y showed his teeth. This time he
.. \Vhat do you want?.. I demanded, as if smiled, worse than any human being could
he would understand. And he did under- manage. He laughed, too--no, someone out-
stand, and pointed with a pa.w, to the scat- side laughed. Dravot w-as lounging just out-
tered paif•ers. One blew toward me, or l side the door. - _
thought it blew. Perhaps it crept of itself. "Show grace," he bade me, tauntingly.
I did not touch it, hut bent to read the '"You cao 't tum back from us now. Accept.
writing: · How else ca.n we have you for our chief?"
.. Prepare the mind to receive knowledge. "I'm no chief of yours," I said ... I .1;efuse
:Empty yourself of your own thoughts. to be." , -
lben-.. "'foo late." He pronounced the wor4
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witih a satisfaction. that was downrigh~
smug. "But we atlled lightning to blast it dea~!'"
"'You can't- give back what y-0u've ta.ken. quavered.. the voice of ~e old woman:
From now on you'Jl Jive here, think here, "It stood because, dead or not, ·we
w-0rk here. Open your mind, and cease to couldn't touch .it," Dra.vot flung at them.-
be a fool." "Shut rou.r mouths, or he'll guess.''
From the dai-kness beyond him c"ame a.
guessed. Hazelnut., I had
patter of voices. The disgusting old couple
had come hack with Dravot, and they prayed. I . HAD armed
myself with hazelnut, a tree of force
I'd :rather not repeat the prayer, or the names against ill magic. What says Albertus Mag-
it invoked. I put my hands over my ears. nus? l've looked it up since, and found )t
''I'll not listen! .. I shouted. "Let me oµt in -his writings, not once but iri many places.
of here!" C11t a hazeln11t stick, and therewith strike
Jumping to the thre~hold, I strudc at ~he 1~itch or wicked being • something
Dravot. He bobbed easily out of danger, like that.
and I started. into the open after him. At .. You're all dirt/' I raged at them, "and
rhe same time .somel1hing clawed and clutched I'll plant hazelnu.t over any of_ you that.
at me from behind~he paw of Patway. It dares face me."
scrabtiled and wriggled like a knot of gnaw· Dravot 11ad sidled forwar~ but kept out
ing W<>rms, indescribably .filthy. 'then, I of reach of my stick. His .foot gingerly
lha.nk !heaven, my ragged old jacket to~e toud1ed my torn jacket, kicked it toward me.
in the grasp = he f!15tencd upon it, and a mo- "It's yours," he said. "Take it back."
ment later I was out in the dea.ring. ... Let it lie," I replied, wondering why
I wanted to run, but I knew I must not. he insisted on such a thjng at ~uch a .mo-
I could not endure another seizure from be- ment.
hind . .Anyway, the horrid old man and "Take it back," he repeated, and lifted
woman stood at the head of the on'e lane the. rags on his ·toe., For an instant light
through the thick·grow.n trees. Abruptly I from the doorway picked ~ut ·~ome~~ng,
threw off the remains of the torn jacket and / the dark wallet of Levi Brett th.at protruded
kjdced them· aside. With both· · hands I halfway from a pocket. .
caught .a. stub of dead branch and wrenched "I won't," I snapped. "That money lS
it free from its parent stem. 1 pois~d it like one of the things I want to give back.!'
a chili, 1;11ere was a strange flowing into me "He knows!" squealed the old woman,.
of resolution _and rightness. . ar:id the old man- slapped his skinny ban~
:·eome on now," I d1a1lenged pravot. ·over :her mouth. Dravot rursed her in words
'TU flail the grin off of your face. Bring that made my scalp tingle. With a kick
those two swine with you, and Parway if he of his foot, he threw the jacket at me. It
dares. I'll fight you all four." soared like a tatter·winge4 bat:
But they did not come. '!'hey stood where I struck at it with my club. It caught-
they were- Dravot nearest, the two oldsters on tlle end and flapped there for a moment,
by t;pe trail-head, Parway squatting un· then went sailing back, full into Dravot's
couthly in the lig~ted doorway. Their four face.
pairs of eyes gazed at me, glowing greenly, He screamed, as shtiHy as the old woman
like the eyes of frightened_ .fiesh:caHng ani· could have managed, a.nd pawed, at the
maJs. · fabric with his hands. It had wrapped it-
"You're not being fair," Dravot stam· self around his face like· a net. I heard
mered, and I found the strength to ·laugh at his muffled pleading that someone set him
that. free, but nobody moved. The ol.d man and
"Fair!" I echoed. "Fair, after you tried woman had· run away up the tra1l, and Par-
to trick me into this deviltry?"· I lifted the way drew back insider the house-thing. I
:stick. I felt stro11g. . stepped close to bravot a.nd began to beat
"He did it," mouthed the old man be~ him. _
.yond Dravot: '·'Chance, or· s9me butt·in "Why didn'~ you take the money, if tak·
power from somewheres-he grabbed a jng it meant such great power?'" I yelled as
hazelnut branch!'' my stick thumped .on- his swad~led head.
SIN'S DOORWAY '47
"You were ur.aid--or what? Things too him. The fire _was dark, giving off oily
evil for you?'" wisps of smoke. I retreated, toward the
He tried t>Iindly to defend himself. His lane up whid1 the old. couple had nm
outBung hand oq.ce grasped my stick; but away.
he let go at once. with a howl as though I departed, feeling .tp}'. path in the dark
electric current had run through. him. . with the hazelnut stick. 1 tried to rational-
"Parway! Parway !" he cried, and Par· ize. even though the matter was not ra-
way emitted the ohe sound I heard from tional.
him in all the incident. It was like a sourid, Everything had centered around Levi
human in quality but wordless. Dravot, Brett's bribe-money, whkh had doomed me
still pawing at the clinging .coat around his· when I accep~d, '\\·hich freed me when I
-face and head, turned and stumbled in the thrust it away. The evil had been desper-
direction from which Parway's voice had ate when Dravot, as unprepared as I, came
come. in contact. It had fastened upon him like a
"J rejected that money," I called after snake.
him, "and it has fastened on you. Now What now happened to him, in the heart
you cao'·t let it go. Suffer from your own of the burning, meant that I was spared
sins and those of Levi Brett!·• the curse. I groped along as swiftfy as I
As Dravot reached the threshold, Par- could. After moments, I heard a. noise, a
wa.y ran from him, back inside. I saw him long quaverjng . whoop or wail-not Par-
as he lurched against the wall, and he jarred way, certainly not Dravot. The l)OUSf', the
the great black candle from .its bracket. thing called a gardinel-if it lived, could
Dravot stumbled blindly, sprawled through jt feel? If it felt, could ·it scream ifs pain
the door, and lay still there. He must have of- fire?
fainted. 1 made myself run. I kept running urttiJ
I was beyond earshot. Then I slowe.d to a
T HE candle no more than struck the floor
when flames burst and bloomed like
flowers from a stag~ magician's triq( rose.
walk again.
My weakness and ·hunger returned, and
I had to brace my spirit to endure~· them.
tree. Something in the construction or ma- I must keep going until morning. B.y' then
terial fed those flames like suet. They sprang I might have come to some other .qistrict
and spread everywhere. Parway, a1t off among the hills, where nobody would guess
by them from the one exit, scrambled · back tha.t for an hour I had been jn the grip of
into a ·corner that would not long remain cursed magic. People would see me for a
unk~dJed. Dravot lay, still motionless, ·even starved strangcr, and offer me something to
when tongues of .fire lapped eagerly across eat.
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ability to make those matters highly enter-
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his good yarn, .. Sin's Doorway," in this
issue of w E!RD TALES.
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~ worry end sufl'ei' any
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brilliantly tailored. He was long-jawed and "My name," said the proprietor, "is, of
sharp-nosed, smiling harshly, with bracket- course, the Spoorn."
lines all around his mouth and his tin-
colored eyes. His hands, with their great name.
,,,
"The S~rn?''
. I repeated. "It's a. &otch
long fingers and great long nails, rubbed to- '"Yes," and he was gone. 1 reflected that
gether rather like Uriah Heep's. "What the :heads of &ottish clans used the definite
would you like to see?" he was prompting. article to name themselves-the MacDon-
To tell the truth, I could hardly buy any- ald, the MacLeod, and so on. I had never
thing worth money. I had received only part heard of Clan Spoorn, or of the head of a
of my separation pay and had spent most of clan who ran a bookshop in r. foreign coun-
it. 'Tm not exactfy a customer," I ventured, try. As I returned to my written pages, the
smiling back. telephone purred on the table, and I picked
"I see," said the proprietor, and rubbed it up. "The Spoorn Bookshop," I said
bis hands faster. "A job, then. What's your briskly. ·
name, Sergeant?" "This is Jackson Warren." That was not
The thought of working in a bookshop a question, but a confident statement.
was brand new to me, and intriguing. I "Jackson W-Uren speaking," I told the
'l.'l'OOdered why I hadn't considered it before. transmitter.
"I'm Jackson Warren," I told him, "and I'm "Hmmm," said the man a.t the other end,
not a sergeant any more." in a way l sometimes use myself. "You doo't
"Yes, 1 know. We hadn't really planned understand. I'm Jackson Warren. I wanted
on your being here until tomorrow morning, to call about the jol>-"
but-" "But I have the job," I assured him. "Tve
This wa$ where training and experience just been hired. What.can I do-"
in strange and surprising situations helped. "Hmmm," he said again, and hung up. I
The fellow was actually hiring me, pretend- shook my head over it, all by myself in that
ing some kind of second sight or other sym- tiny office, and resumed my reading.
pathy that had prepared him to do so. I :As an ex-soldier and an ex-sergeant, yoo
hadn't expected to be employed so soon, or know without being instructed what is
in any field I liked so well. Even as I decided meant by loyalty and discretion," the Spoorn
not to act mystified or stupid, he was naming had written for me. "Any good employee
a salary not too small, and discussing hours will keep his council while learning-"
of work. "One day you can open the shop in The telephone rang again, and a.gain I
the morning and stay until six," he said, "and picked it up. "The Spoom Bookshop," I an-
the next' come at noon and remain open until nounced into it.
nine at night. Since you're here today, sit "Did I hear you right?" said the same
down in the office back there read what I've voice as before. '"You called yourself Jack-
written about the job. You're intelligent and son Warren." ·
liberal-minded. 1 know. Tom-Orrow morning "Ex-Sergeant Jackson Warren," I replied.
you'll be ready to start." "Just out of the service and into the retail
I went past those dark bookshelves at the book trade. What can I do for you?"
rear of the room, and into a little cell not "You can explain," was the sharp re-
much larger than a. telephone booth, with its joinder. "It so happens that I'm Ex-Sergeant
walls solidly lined with old, curious and Jackson Warren."
strangely-titled books. There was room for '"Is this a gag?" I laughed, not very heart-
a chair, a Jittle table with a typewriter and a ily. "There can't be two of us."
telephone. I sat down with the pencilled "I wonder." There was a moment of
sheets of paper he indicated, and began to moody silence. '"Will you do me a favor?"
read and puzzle. "Such as?" I prompted.
Plainly those instructions had been writ- "When you leave there, will you meet
ten lately and hurr~ly. My name was at the me?" He sounded eager and a little shaky.
top, and me first sentence was enouW:i to· "Somewhere near there?"
make my eyes pop. "I expect great things I frowned over it, then told him the name
from you, on the word of your sponsor••• .'' of the bar where the .civilian had instructed
TWICE CUltSEO 13
me about known and nnknown fca.rs. "I'll He put oot a hand just the size and shape
be there as soon after six as possible," I in· of mine. "So am I. Let's start talking."
formed him. "Right?" I picked up my beer and we went to a
"Right. and l;haaks." booth. A waiter brought him a beer like
I bU.llg sp. 'The s.poom had come tX> the mine, and he began talking apidl1.
door. "Let's get it straight at once," he said.
"Why," I askoa b.i.m, "should anybody "That's my jd>. Rowley Thorne-my friend
koow I was workiRg here?" -knew I was looking for work, and called
"Why shO!Hda'f Rt! know, if he:S a friend up the Spoom shop and fixed it for me tX>
of yours?" askeii tk Spoom. "Wasn't it ar· stat:t there tomorrow. What are you doing
ranged some time ag>?" with my job and my name and my face?"
Tt> thoee ~ I had no answer to It nevec took me too long to get angry.
give. I took up !Jae sheets. "May I take these "The job ygu can have, because apparently
with me? 111 absorf.. them between now aad the Spoom thinks I'm you," I fuld him.
opening time tomorJeW." "But I grew up with the name and face and
He nockl~ his head to grant the request, lhey're as much mine as yours. I won't
aod I folded them and slid them into my change the name, and I don't think you.'ll
shirt podret. I 1eft almost at six, and went to get far changing the face."
!be bar. . For a moment he glared back. His expres-
But as I sat G>n a stool and ordered a beer, sion must have been a mirror-replica of
it came to my mtad that neither I nor the miae. Then he relaxed a little, and the hard·
strange man en the tdepbone had offered ness became mystification. "We're going at
any basis- f&r tecoga&tion. There were half a this wrong," he said. •1 don't blame you for
c»zen men at tfta.t bar, and unless I asked being sore if yoo're as rattled as I am. Maybe
each in tllm if he i.ied taken part in a strange it's not too much that we look alike-we're
conversation tltat dlqf-.- . only a little more than average size, and we
But someoae C1&C in at the door, and to- both have the usual Anglo-Celtic face. As to
ward me. I statetl maight into the question· the name, Warren's not uncommon, but
ing eyes of mys.ff. Jackson is-for a Ol:ristian name, anyway.''
"I was bom in Lynchburg, and my people
II named me for Stonewall Jackson," I ex·
plained. also a little less heatedly.
man was young, twenty-six yea.rs old ~·And fm Carolinian, though I haven't
THE
or so. He was ,perhaps five feet nine kept much of the accent," said my compan·
inches tail,spu~ IDllde, a little wide in the ion. "I was named for the other Jackson,
shoulders. Andrew. Let's go back to the last remark
His hair was dark and short, with a but one; as somebody says in Alice. I
square face awl wide-set brown eyes and thought you'd been pretty elaborate about
a creasy dimple in his chin. He wore an gnawing under me into that job. But you
a.nny urufomt, a little worn but neat,. with said you didn't want it.''
the three stripes of a sergeant and the device "Oh, I want it. I'm not very rich or any·
that betok~ ftonorable discharge. All thing. But," and I drew the Spoor!l's in·
these thin1P 1 rerognized instantly. I had struction sheets from my pocket, "I haven't
seen them&Q •ftefl before, in mirrors. really started, and 1 won't start where I don't
He and l smiled at the same moment and really belong. You can have these, study
with the sadlle perplexity. He spoke first: them-they tell what your duties will be--
•you look enough like me to be my twin and go in there tomorrow. The Spoom won't
L-~L
........er. " know the difference."
·1 havcs't any twin brother," I said. That The other Jackson Warren took the
was out of Wedehouse. sheets, but did not glance at them for a mo-
•Neither de I. This is a funny thing. I ment. "You know, I've heard of a case like
ame here tX> meet somebody with the same this before. At Leavenworth Prison it was,
oame as I have." I think-two men sentenced there, the same
·rm Jacksoa Wuren/' 1 t.oldhim. size and with faces alike enough to fool their
14 WEIRD TALES
mothers. Both named West, and I can't re- or you-for, was the stuff I studied in Ice-
member the first name, but they both had it. land. But I don't want anything to do with
Fingerprints were the only difference. I it."
wonder if ours are alike, or anywhere near "It's a shop full of peculiar books,• I
alike." said, and told him a little about it. He
"I was born in Lynchburg," I said again, heard me silently, nodd1ng a little as if I was
"May s, 1921-" telling him a lot.
"Me, too!" he cried, so shuply that one "I have a noti~" he said when I fin.
of the two customers glanced our way. And ished. "Let's both go up there and wreck
now neither of us spoke for a moment, until the place. Wish we had some grenades."
I tried to say something. "Is it that bad?"
"There's too much coincidence here. Too "Worse. What little I know--and I don't
much." want to know any more-wait. We'll have
"There's no coincidence," he said harshly. to talk this over. Where are you staying?"
"This was planned some way or other. But I had no place, and said so. My bagg;ige
how? Why? I wonder if the two of us aren't was checked at the Pennsylwmia Station.
in a jam." "Come to my place, then. I've got a big
"llea.d those .instructions," I suggested. room, with :a bed and a couch, on West
"Since you're the right man for the job, they Nineteenth. I meant what l said a moment
may make sense to you." ago, this is no coincidence. We've both bren
put into this as duplicare cogs in some sort
E BEGAN to read, and ·I s.ippcd at of madtine. Let's talk and think and get the
H beer. After some minutes he folded
my
A atONCE
T
.first,
I heard somel:tllng, mufHed
then separating itself irito
sounds, words. They were words in a lan-
library of the United States, for he quoted
largely from the sagas of &ic .the Red and
Leif the Lucky. The beginning was with
gi.rage I did ncit know-or did I not? The Eric's voyage tQ Gr~and,, after he had
sense, at least, of what was being said be, been exiled for mumer frooa Norway, then
hind the wall was darify:ing in my ear and from lcelan4. -~ g11.ve tOt ~ bleak new
my brain. It was like a, prayer: Saya Salna home what he thought was a good name
Elenke Serna, g~e 11s tbe wisdom which to attract colonists.
TWICE CURSED 19
To Greenland and Eric's colony came the "My friend Andy," I said at once. "He
IOrceress Thotbiorg at the invitation of the was sane and normal, and in Iceland he
pagan settlers, to prophesy for theIP the learned-"
fate of their venture. Even her description "Exactly," broke in Thunstone, slapping
descends to modern t~ dark blue his great hand down on his knee. "Using
cloak. a hood made of the fleece of a black him in what they're doing will be a triumph
lamb, a necklace of glass beads, a jewel- tQ them. A thousand years ago in Green·
headed staff, a leather pouch full of charms. land, magic was used to start a whole series
On her second. evening she asked for help, of ugly events."
someone to sing the chants of power, and "Including the discovery of America be-
n&Where in that coloay were there sibyls or fore Columbus?" I put in. "Was that
warlocks. ugly?"
Gudrid, a girl of the colonists, said: "Al- "It was a failure, at least. They went to
though I am neither skilled in the black Vineland the Good only a few times; and
art nor a sibyl, yet my foster-mother, Hall- lost touch. America was found for us by
dis, taught me in Iceland that spell-song, Columbus and his Spaniards, who whlle
which she called Warlocks." sailing called on the saints, not the devils,
"Then are thou wise in season," ap- with almost every breath, But to get back
etauded Thorbiorg, but the girl demurred. to the sagas and their accounts-"
This is an incantation and ceremony of He told about the voyage to Vineland of
such a kind that I do not mean to lend it Karlsefni, of how the pagan prayers of
any aid," she said, "for that I am a Chris· Thorhall brought a whale to the · hungry
tian woman." voyagers and of how ea.ting that whale made
them sick. There was fi~g with the
B UT her friends and relatives pleaded swarthy, broad-faced natives the Norse
with her until she consented to help, called Skraelings, who had a weapon that
and Gudrid sang, "so sweet and well" that sounded like a bo~a black ball that ex-
the sorceress thanked her for the song. "She ploded loudly when flung. The women of
has indeed lured many spirits hither," said the voyage waited behind a fence while
1hotbiorg, "those who were wont to for- their men fought. Among them was
.ire us hitherto and refuse to submit them- Gudrid, to whom suddenly appeared a wo-
selves to us." .She prophesied glibly about man like herself, wif!h chestnut hair, pale
an end to famine and disease; but the fol- white skin and la:rge eyes.
li>wing year, the winter after Leif s first "What is thy name?" demanded lfli:
voyage to shores which must have been apt>arition. "
Canadian, there was an epidemic in Green- "'My name is . Gudn'd," repw: · e girl
"-d th
land that had horrible aspects. One wo- who once had allowed herself to be argued
man who died and was buried rose and into singing of black magic. "But what is
~alk~ in the night, so that only a sp_eII thine?"
mvolvmg the holding of an axe before lier "Gudrid!" cried the strange being, and
could make her return to her grave. Thor- vanished with a crash like that of the
stein, son of Eric, also returned after death Skraelings' strange weapon.
to say that Christian burial rites must be When Thunstone had made an end, I
practised for all funerals- to prevent such did not wait to be asked a question.
phenomena. "Gudrid met her doppefganger," I said.
'Thunstone paused in his story, looking at "Someone like her in appearance, even in
me significantly. "You !have, then, .the name. It's the story of Andy and my-
story -of Gudrid-a sane and honest and self."
well brought up young person-being pre- "Exactly," said Thunstone again. "Well,
"flliled upon to perform a rite of black aft~ the battle the explorers sailed back to
magic she had learned in- Iceland and which Greenland. A Christian bishop sailed for
she did not p!trticnlarly l:lelieve. After that Vineland later, and never was heard of
came supernatural terror. What's the again. The Greenland colony itse!f van-
thought :in your mind?" ished. But Icelandic magic remained, and
20 WEIRD TALES
now it makes its return ro the shores of this darkens and cracks and disintegrates a
continent once called Vineland." strctdt of plaster. But this happened fast.
uyou inake it sound baleful," I veDtured. in moments.
~And so it is. A bad beginnin8"'s been All at oµce a great pitch went rotten and
made; and your friend Andy is mvolved porous, and through it seeped a cloud of
without knowing why or how. You and I something.
are going to get him out of it, I say, and "Freeze, Stonewall," muttered Thun-
at once." stone, not even his lips tw.itdling...Don't
move a muscle until I speak. Then-"
v I made a statue of myself. My eyes smog
with a desire to blink. I fixed them on the
vapor. It was dark, oily-seeming, here and
Iincredible,
KEPT
Three
wondering about the school.
yeM$ undergroqnd-it seemed there clotting as if with particles of moisture
impossible. Thunstone must coming together. It made a figure, vaguely
have read my tihoughts, as a surprising num- hwnan, the half-man-form that is the most
ber of clever people can. terrifying thing of which imagination is
"The institution's old enough in its be- capable.
ginnings," he said. "I can give you even a We'd been detected from beyond the
reference 'in medieval history--the career wall, then. It had been too much to hope
of Saemund inn Frodi Sigfusson, Iceland's tnat we would go unguessed. And this that
great teacher and poet of the eleventh and had been sem-it must have power to de-
twelfth centuries." stroy, or it would not have come. Some-
"All that I can remember," I said, "is thing else, more terrible; woul<f.......:.
that he's credited with writing the Elder My dry throat convulsed in spite of me.
Edda." I bad kept silent in my time; within touch
"He spent years of study on the conti- almost of scouting enemy infantry, but I
nent," Thunstone told me. "His friends could not now. I made a noise, a sort of
lost track of him, and a very good priest- choking rattle. And the cloud turned lo me,
St. Jon Ognurdson, later bishop of Holar turned its lumpy half-shape<l headpiece as
-went to find him. Saemund bobbed up, if it had a face and eyes and could see. Its
but so changed chat St. Jon barely recog- anns, like two streamers of oil smoke, lifted,
nized him. He even had a new name-- then paused. It was afraid, or surprised.. It
Kol You change your name when you go shrank back toward the wall from which it
diabolist, you know." had cleared.
"I know," '.I nodded, for I h'ad read about "Nor· yelled Thunstone.
that in Summers,- Wickwar, and Margaret I never saw a big man move so fast. not
Alice Murray. . even the ex-wrestler who'd taught us his
"He'd attended the Svartaskoli, the rough-and.fumble school of fighting and
Black College," went on Thunstone. "It killing with bare hands. Thunstone was
took prayers and holy water and other down on hands and knees, between the
things-St. Jon's white magic-to resrore thing and the wall, and one fist shot out
him. And after that, a nip-and-tudc flight with a lump of something pale red. He
from diose who wanted to hang onto him. saaped the floor--a mark-he was draw-
But he got away, was an ornament in the ing with chalk, seemingly speeded up 11ke
crown of Iceland's cultural history, and by the decay of the wall. He slashed here,
bis escape we know about that sdiool, its angled off there, and was bade. The vapory
~OB, and the way to fight it. Well, the thing tiimed back to him, and he scrambled
SvartaskoJi's right on the other side of the off around it. A big rough star of chalk-
wall from us nQW, or a branch of it; any- lines showed all around the bottom of it,
way . .Are you game for_;.." where real figures would have feet. ·
He broke off, and we both stared. Some- "Recite," said! Thunston~..The beg.iaJ
thing was happening on that drab wall. ning of the GospeL of St. , §.00.n. Do Y°'I
You cart see such thi0B5 over a period know it?" ·
of dqs or weeks, where damp and deca~ I did know it, or something put ih
TWICE CURSED 21'
words into my mind and my fl1outh. "In imagine, and I can't explain. I .peak of •
the Beginning was the Word," I stam· sdiool in a cellar-it won't be a ceU..
mered, "and the Word was--" Once for a few moments I slid into the
other world they make, and none of its
the points of the star, Thun~
BETWEEN
stone was dashing in signs, or perhaps
mysteries are pleasant to solve. But re-
member this, Stonewall; the only way t"'1
letters in an alphabet I had never seen. As can de-feat and destroy you is to awe y011
I quoted the Gospel, the thing in the center into hitplessness."
of his diagram quivered and writhed, but "We're both quoting a lot," I replied,
did not move. It was rooted, I thought, to as solemnly as he. 'TU give you some-
the worn flool'"-boards. Rising to one knee, thing from John Bunyan: 'For here lay tne
Thunstone fairly whirled a circle outside excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul,
~is star and the signs. He stood up, pant· that the walls could never be broken down
mg. nor hurt, by the most mighty adverse poten-
''It's in prison," he told me exultantly. tates, unless the townsmen gave consent
"See what I've done? Instead of drawing thereto.'"
the pentacle and circle around us, I got it "The Holy War," Thunsto{l.e identified
around it-and there's no passing that set the passage, and clapped my shoulder a~in.
of lines and figures." ".And it's true. t.lie most evil spint is
"I'm afraid I almost bungled it," I II1an· powerless unless you give it,. power over
aged to saJ, and my voice and my knees you. .A werewolf shifts his shape back to
trembled. human if you speak to him boldly, if ~
"You didn't mean to, and neither of us even look level,ly. .A vampire runs from
knew that the best way to surpme the thing the simple sign of the cross, made with two
was to rivet its attention on you," Thun· fingers. The devil's afraid of music, and
stone assured me. "You're the ima~e of the Angry Gods died, the whole leash of
Andy, who's the last human being it ex· them, from the negative cause of having no
pected to find hete. Its dark mind, or what more 'worship~. Will you follow my
it uses for a mind, was taken aback, and lead? Then come on."
gave me my chance. Look!" He stepped forward and with a sweep of
The thing wavered here and there, but his hand as at a cilrtain struck away the
shrank back from the chalk lines, as from decayed plaster. It fell to dust, and if then:
electric wires. I half understood diat it was had been lath or siding beyond, that van·
c&nfined as stone walls and iron bars could i&hed too. He stooped, strode through, and
never confine such a thing. "What is it?" struck hard at something beyond. As I fol·
I became bold enough to ask. "Where did lowed him in, I saw his target lying on the
it come from?'.' floor in a shadowed little corridor-a man
"From a bottle, in which nasty things almost as tall as Thunstone, but scrawny
were mixed. Men like those we're fighting and wifh evil lines in his stunned face. The
can maJre their own crude ghosts and man wore a star·sP'angled garment like a
demons. We'll stop that, along with some gown, and from his untidy head had fallen
other things." a <;one-shaped cap, like the archaic costum·
Thunstone pointed to the rotted space of ing of a sorcerer.
plaster. "It would have retreated through "One of the least important of our oppo-
there, and warned them in ways they'd sition," said Thunstone quietly. MHe was
UAderstand. Since it's helpless here, we can ported here lust to guide that vapor-creature
use its r,assageway. Best defense is a good in and 00.t. His Ie(t palm massaged his
offense.' right fist. "When I hit men like that, they
"Get there first with the most," I glibly don't get up for a.n hour. .Jt should be
quoted Bedfosd Forrest, and Thuns.tooe's enough."
gr~ hand clapped my shoulder in approval. Down the corridor was a single door,
- "Pav att~n," he bade me solen;inly. marked with a looped cross like an Egyp-
"We can get in there easily oow; but 'tll!e'll tian sign. Thunstone turned the knob, and
fuHf ourselves ameng things you can't the door swung inward with a wh~
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creak. He went .down stairs into darkness and extra there. The beast had earlike jutt-
as black as a pond of ink. and I went with ings to either side of its skull, and below
him its eye-caverns sprouted a horn, set too far
forward to make it a unicorn.-lt wore a
VI bridle of sorts, but the rider seemed not
to guide it. He sat upright in his saddle,
O, IT WAS no cellar. If you choose as awkwardly arrogant as Don Quixote who
N not to believe me, probably you are
going to be easier in mfud. We came down
had gone over to Satan. I thought he wore
a i>lunt-peaked helmet, then judged that
the steps, and I am sure that if I had turned this was part of his bald, polished skull.
to look for them tl:iey would have vanished. From the chin-point below the lipless teetl1
I had done what I once learned to do in hung a beard, long, lank and white as
night operations, closed my eyes tightly to thistledown. Over his shoulders was
dilate the pupils, and so when I opened draped a cloak of the moon's same bloody
them I was able at once to see a little. Every red, his left arm wore a shield with a
moment I saw a little plainer, and quite squat, ugly figure for blazonry, and in his
plainly enough to suit me. right hand he held aloft a spear. All this I
We were in the open somewhere. The saw as he came toward us, with an un-
strange ground underfoot was flat, and the hurried noiseless intensity of movement. At
flatness extended far. There may have been perhaps thirty yards he dropped the lance
hills or cliffs in the distance. Here and in rest. Its head, that seemed of some rough
there grew what I shall call trees, and lower white stone like the point'of a sml.acti.te,
brushy clumps, without a leaf on them. I aimed full at Thunstone.
thought s~ of them quivered, thought it If Thunstone had not stood so confidently
might have been a conscious blind writh- immovable, I myself might have turned and
ing, like the writhing of half-sleeping run, and I cannot think where I could have
snakes. rwi to safely. As it was, I was able to draw
In the empty dark ovemead, what from my companion some Jart of the
passed here for sky, rode a round moon, mighty assurance that matche his mighty
and it was the color of blood, as if foretold frame, and I, too, stood fast. The horrid
of the moon at .the world's destruction in rider on the horrid beast sped at him, upon
the Book of Revelations. It gave only the him-and Thunstone had shot up his mas-
faintest bloody light, outlining nearby sive forearm, striking aside the lanoe, and
banks of dark, filthy clouds. I chose not was in close with both big hands clutdiing
to believe that those clouds were gigantic at llhe bridle.
vapor-forms of life, bigger and grosser and
mote grotesque than the man-size entity E STOPP.ED the creature, forcing its
Thunstone had trapped in his magic chalk~
lines.
H bumpy, horned skullhead up and back
until its fore hoofs rose and pawed. Tue
Thunstone, a pace ahead of me, snapped two lipless rows of teeth on the rider's
his fingers for attention, like a bush-guidebeardea face shot apart, and out came a
in the Pacific islands. I followed his intent
reedy cry. I ran in on the left side, took l(
gaze. Something came toward us. glancing blow from the shield that filled
It seemed as large and strangely shaped? the upper space around the red moon with
as a camel, and it gleamed tallow-pale as pa1e swimming stars; but then I got my
with its own inner radiance. After a mo- arms around a bony leg in rattly chain mail,
ment I had the impression · of a man on a and with a heave in and up I tumbled him
horse, approaching at a shambling trot. But out of his saddle. As he felt, and I threw
though the rider might once have been a myself upon hitn, I saw that Thunstone
man, he rode no horse thing. had somenow twf~ t~ th~st -· 's head and
They were bones, skeleton things, but neck so that ii:' Kn , wi · ron its side,
not clear-cut to the b,ony anatomy we know with a sickening ' · tter of · · bone!.
in medical schools or museums. Everything Because I was.beyond amazement, I had
was gross, strangely joined, ladcing here no sense of wonder at tfie burst of strength
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by which Thunstone achieved that over· on the gtQUfld, near some things Dke faint·
throw, ly phosphotescent toadstools. "What goes
My O".l'n capture had dropped his lance, on here?"
but he flogged at me with the shield bOund
to his arm. I got my knee on his mailed rf1HUNSTONE hooked a big fork of a
chest and worked a hand through that white J. hand under Andy's annpit and set him
beard-it was coarse and dry as dried grass on his feet. "Of course they'd send him,"
-to 1ind his throat. There was no throat, he said to me. "Send him, manged like
only a. sl'rugglirig column of bones joined this, to blood himself into their horde by:
together, like a spina.l colwnn. My fingers killing his rescuers. Try not to puzzle it
recoiled of their own sickness, dosed in the out too much, Stonewall. This place where
beard, and it twitched off of his skeleton we've come isn't logical. It's proof of more
jaw, like something gummed on. I would dimensions than three, and of more senses
not allow fear, but disgust shook me and than five."
made me faint. Somehow I stayed on top, I was thinking of-what Thunstone had
pinni.nig the thrashing body until Thwistone said about the SvartaskoJi, and of the years
sprang to my side and knelt. spent there. They had had Andy brief
"Thunstone!" wheezed the lipless, flesh· hours, and had manged him to--Thun·
less mouth. It needed no lips to articulate stone read my thoughts again.
that name. "You-" "It wasn't real," be told me. "The old
"You know me," said Thqnstone, wi:th scholars called such thing a glamor, and
a quiet trii!\ that somehow made every· they didn't mean Hollywood glamor.
thing a.II ri t. "I know you, then. Who Things OUl seem otherwise than they a.re,
are you- o were you?" to sight and toudl. You know about were-
The misshapen skull shifted and turned wolves, and the 'appearances' in Salem long
its sockets up to me. ~ in their shadows ago-disguise by sorcery, not by grease-
was the hint of real, glanng eyes. The jaw paint or theatrical costume." He smiled
stirred again. down at Andy. "You don't know how
"Stonewall.•••" much good this has done .all hands. Their
·"You know me, too!" I gasped. - logic sent you against us, for they sensed
"Call him by name," Thunstone bade me our attack; and put you back into the right
quickly. . ranks."
Only one person beside Thunstone him· I strolled over to where Thunstone ~i;I,
self had ever called me Stonewall, and I hurled that riding creature. It lay in a heap
spoke at once. of mouldering bones, like some ancient
"Andy," I stammered. "Andrew Jack· fossils dug up by scientists. I stooped ro
son Warren. What have they done to you?" touch them, IU}d thou.itht better of it.
The form I held shuddered and went "What else is standing in the way here?"
slack. I heard hoarse breathing, like a dying Thunstone iQ.<iuired gently of Andy.
man struggling for a hold on life as it left . Andy shook his head again, slowly, as if
him. A hand rose, not to strike or push, but to get sense back into it. "Nothing that I
to grope at me, app_c:aling and pitiful. My know of. Everyt:hing's been bIUf!ed, like
eyes were sprung all full of tears, and I a dream. But they pointed me out here
scrubbed them dear on my sleeve. '.Then alone. Their orders were definite, anyway,
I could see. and a moment ago I was set to carry them
It was Andy. out."
He was trying to sit up, and I crept clear "Remember Saemund, the Icelandic
of him. He stared blankly at me and at scholar?" Thunstone -reminded me. "St, Jon
Thunstone, his wide mouth open in his called him his own name, and he was him·
pallid face. :ft(! dabbed at his disordered self again. We've done just that. N&w,
hair. The red1lbak fell fr01'.ll his shoulders. A~dy, tell us what you know, while it's
He looked do~ at the shidd he wore, and still even faintly in your mind. Then I
wriggled it off of his arm. want you to. go on and forget it."
"Gbaa!" He cleared his throat, and spat Andy told, haltingly, as if it was a. stolY,
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out of his babyhood. The Spoom and one mighty ovedtanging boulder tufted with
oc two others bad given him a. book to lidienlike growths, and snapped his lingers
read, in characters that were provocatively as before. We saw what he saw.
mysterious but which clarified as iif his effort The red moon had dropped towud a
to decipher them made them more easy. horit.oa, not fu away. Against it was sil·
And he grew foggier and dreamier, and houel'red a squat, square tower, blade, to
gafuered ideas that seemed a.t the time like quote .Andy, as soot. The damp wind blew
brilliant truths, worth following to death from that directioo.
IOd beyond. F.imlly they rold him to come
downstairs, and he did so very willingly, VII
into the <Xlll1ltry we now saw. A long trail
led to a squat tower, blacker than soot, and purpose
inside w~ his school
"I was to stay there and learn to be
T HE of all military training is
success in battle, and there are a myriad
sciences toward that success. If yon have
worthy of their tellowshiJ?," Andy told us. been an inf.a.nnyman, you have learned how
~Those were the Spoom s words. It was best to-approach a. hostile building.
to black inside, chucoal would have ma.de Thunstone must have been an officer
a white mark on the wall. Bm: the boolcs- ona; with plenty of experience in the front
they had letters of col.d :tire, like rotten tines. He knew and did everything admit·
lNO<i-H ably.
"Never mind telling ns what they said," He even knew the silent motions, nudges
Gierrupted Thunstone. "How many were and signs by whkh to give us orders. We
wiib yool" crept, belty to the gritty soil. on a long
"Two others, I 1hlnk. We weren't to dim circle to the right that brought us
speak to ~ other. Only study. Once 1 around and in toward the tower. I Wished
haad came from somewbere, all shaggy for a weapon-an M-1, a carbine or a BAR
with gray hair, and put down food. I di<ln't -on that approach aawl. Then I rdkcred.
eat it." that Thunstone had a master plan that in·
"Probably a good dllng,H I ventured. volved no rifles.
"Three students-not IIlllch of a univei:sity, He went ahead, leading us to the right.
Mr, Thnnstone. H
then in. We ~ the tower between us
"Harvard was no larger in the begin· and the red light of the sinking moon. It
niog," replied Thunstone sententiously. ~ed us two scrubby trees like gnarled
"One more question, Andy. Which way is talons sprea.d upwud, and then it showed
this tower where you entered the primer us moving figures. These were human, or
cl.ass -Of die SvarJtJSkoli?" probably human. Two of them stood beside
Andy pointed silently into the dark dis· the tower, by the door, as if conversing. Tiie
tanoe behind him. other, a hunched thing with skinny long
"Come," said Thunstooe, and stepped out arms that hung almost to._the ankle, stood
lightly and swiftly as the biggest of all to one side, as if guarding something that
<lilts. lay on the ground. At last one of the two
We followed side by side, Andy and 'I. It moved to this hunc:hback, with a gesture
1CC01ed a long, gloomy Wllf, though· there and apparently a word. I guessed that thls
was a marked trail underfoot w1tich our spetker was the Spoom, for he showed
feet easilf groped upon. Once or twice we small and slim, with a suggestion of ele·
passed through ugly thickets, which I gance in position and movement. The long
tancied were alive and menacing, like ranks anns of the hunchback scooped up some-
of tenblded animals. There was a ~ay up thing, a traf, and waddie<l toward the
a steep slope, and once we all three scram- tower and in.
bled on all fours over a wall of close-set "The food.." whispered ~dy, faint as
stone that was warm as ·if fr<JC'll recent .fires thought, in my eu.
upon it. I felt a damp wind, and had the I remembered what he said about the
sense of great space everywhei:c. shaggy gray hair on the hands of the food·
Thunstone stopped at last, under a bringer, and hoped that if I came inte close
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c:nnllict with that thin I mukl make a uick "I see," and the Spoom's head-silhouette
jab of it. g q nodded. "You've come so far by brash,
The two who had spoken Md a final brainiess audacity, and probably a few
word together, and one of them started in wallops with those big fists. You think you
rur dired:ion, along the trail we had can crush me like a fly? But I'm no fly,
followed. Thunstone."
Thunstone scrambled back to us, and in "A spider," amended Thunstone.
1es.s than six words gave us our orders. I The Spoom nodded again. "I ~t the
Jay flat on the trail. Thanstooe, a few feet compliment. A spider. A blood-drinking
ahead, made his big body small as possible spider. I'll drink your blood, Thunstone
behiM. one of those filthy-seeming bushes. -figuratively. And it'll be drunk literally,
Andy, on tile opposite side of the trail, and your flesh eaten, by some of the native
found a hummock behind which he took fauna of this little pleaslU'.e ground. All
a>ver like the good soldier he had learned I have to do is whistle a note through my
to be. The man came briskly along, fingers and they'il be here."
whm:ting something minor. He was not the 'Tm safe for the moment, then," said
Spoom, too squat and ruggedly built. Thunstone, and edged around the Spoom.
He did not see me until be was almost "You won't dare whistle them up unless you
upon me, and I sprang to my feet. .Of can get inside to safety, or they'll eat you,
course he stopped dead. I think he would too. As long as I stay between you and
have yelled, bnt Thunstone and Andy were the door-"
upon him from both sides. I saw the dut- "I've always admired your ability to find
ing chop of Thunstone's big hand, edge in, things out," said the Spoorn. "You ought
to the fellow's throat. That bruising wal- to be m with us. Realfy you ought. You'd
lop on the adam's apple c;uiets anFf>ody. A have- fun here."
moment later Andy had pinned the enemy's "This place," said Thunstone, •is a
elbows from behind, and Thunstone hit dream. It's here because an attitude of mind
him four or five times, to head and body. creates it. I don't live in dreams. not this
I could hear Thunstone grunt with the kind of dream, anyway. We're going to
effort. When Andy let go, the man dropped wake up the dreamer."
as limply as an old rag. "Your friends are still shy," put in the
W c clustered around him. Thunstone' s Spoorn, and laughed quietly. He had a
face was close enough to me t6 let me see master flair for restrained dram1.
his grin of savage relish. "If you insist on meeting them-" Tium-
"I know him," he whispered. "A fool, stone beckoned us. "Come on, gentlemen."
of coune-nearly everyone in business like We marched quickly in, shoulder to
this is a fool or a tricked victim. as they shOlllder, and the Spoorn turned to gaze
planned to make Andy." at us. At the same moment Thunstone
He gave the forward sign, and we struck a mat.ch.
headed towerward again. I saw the Spoorn's mouth open, his eyes
goggle. In the light of the match Tbun-
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T HE face of Dr. Munford Smollett
!had once been round, but now it
looked fallen in and haggard,
like a. badiy baked pie, and one taut cheek
was furrowed witli scratches. His thick
lett seized and held it as though it were an
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"I came all: once," he saiid hoarsely. "At
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station and crossed streets back and forth
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hung in a tussock over his seamed forehead. won't believe what I am going to tell."
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him ti1rough the door to a comfortable Thunstone bade him. "So far I know only
chair. · "Please sit down. I judge that you what you phoned-your name and that
need a drink." you' re in trouble."
"Thanks," said the doctor, and when "Trouble-and not natural trouble, not
Thu.nstone mixed the highball be drank · trouble from norma:l nature-"
in just such a greedy fashion as he would "You're safe here. Near the beginning,
deplore in a patient. The glass shook in doctor."
his hand, but color · came back into his Dr. Smollett drank again. Thunstone re-
drawn face, and he spoke more clearly. "It filled his glass, and mixed a d!link for him-
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of it?" "I was taking a special holiday," said
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Strange beings dwell in thaJ parJ of the swamp that is deepest and darkest
N
0, I never liked frogs' legs very son Cuff for two years, all of each day and
much, not even before what hap- of most. nights, I remember him dearly
pairt
pened. And I wouldn't eat them only in the dark of that particular night we
now if I was starving. This is why. went frog-hunting. Ranson Cuff was the
Though I'd known and worked for Ran- sort of man who shoved himself into your
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mind, like a snake crawling into a gopher old Indian pulled his paddle out with a
hole. I defy anyone to .find anyone else who little dripping slop.
liked Ranson ·cuff-maybe his wife liked "We aon't go there," said the old Indian.
him, but she didn't live with him for more He spoke wonderful English, better than
than three weeks. _Nobody around the Cuff or myself.
Swamps liked him, though he was the best "Don't go where?" snarled Cuff. He al·
off in money. He ran a string of hunting ways snarled, at people who had to take it.
camps for strangers from up North, who The old Indian had come to wDrk for him,
came to hunt deer or fish for bass, once in hungry and ragged, and wasn't exactly fat
a while to chase bear with dogs. He did or w.ell-dressed now.
his end of that job well, and if' he was rude 'Tm speaking for your good, Mr. Cuff,"
the strangers figured him for a picturesque said the old Indian. "That's no place to stick
character. I've heard them call him that. frogs."
The Swamps people called him other things, "I can hear thetn singing!" Cuff said.
to his face if he didn't have mortgages on "Listen, there must be a whole nation of
their houseboats, cabins and trapping outfits. them."
This night we were paddling, he and I "They're there because they're safe," said
and an Qld, old Indian whose name I never the old Indian.
knew, in a really beautiful boat he'd takeO.: "Khaa!" Cuff spit into the water. "Safe!
for a bad debt. Cuff was going to get a That's what they think. We're going in
mess of frogs' legs, which he loved, and there to stick a double mess."
which he'd love three times as much because 'Tm of the .first people here~ and I can
he'd killed the frogs for them. Cuff would tell you the truth of it, Mr. Cuff," went on
hav-e killed people if he'd dared, just for· fun. the old Indian, with Indian quiet and ln-
I know he would. I'd gone to work for him lj:ian stubbornness. 'Tm surprised you don't
when I was fifteen--my old maid aunt, who know about that neck of water and what's
raised me, owed him money she could never beyo~d. It's the home of Khongabassi."
pay. When he told her to, she gave me to · "Don't know him," grow.lee! Cuff.
him, and I suppose what I earned went into "Khongabassi," repeated the old Indian.
settling the debt. Slavery-and he was the "The Frogfather. He's lived there since the
quickest and often est to remind me of it. world was made. The oldest ones say he dug
That night was clear and dark, not a the waterways and planted the trees al<1ng
specie of moon and all the stars anyone ever them. And the frogs are his children."
saw at once. They sheened the swamp-water, "Oh, heaven deliver me!" Cuff screwed
up to where the great fat clumps of trees his fat face into the sourest frown I had
cuddled it in at the edges. I paddled, the ever seen, even on him. "Indian talk I came
old Indian paddled, and Cuff sat like a fat out to hear. You make me sick. Get going
toad- not a frog- in the bow with his northwest."
lantern and his gig. The lantern-light gave "No," and the old Indian laid his paddle
his face the kind of shadows that showed irtside the boat.
us what he ·was. His face was as round as . :'You' re fired, you old--" and Cuff cursed
a lemon, and as yellow and as sour. His the Indian every way he knew. He
mouth was small, and his eyes couldn't have knew a great many ways, inquding the
been closer together without mixing into Indian's ancestry back to Adam and his chil·
each other, and his little nose was the only dren down to the last generation. "You're
bony thing about him. fired," he said again. "Get out of this
"Head for that neck of water northeast," boat."
he said. "I haven't ever been in there, but I "Yes, .Mr. Cuff," said the old Indian
hear frogs singing. And none of them are gently. "Put in to the shore-"
out along these banks." "Get out right here," blustered Cuff,
'Tm not taking you to the shore."
E CURSED the frogs for not being there
H to kill. I began to scoop with my pad-
dle to turn the boat the way he said, but the
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"lhrk at those frogs singing!'' he said. head was lifted, its eyes fixed by the dazzling
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in their pappy's dooryard. Johnny," he said like precious jewels. Cuff stabbed down,
to me, "get us going there." and 6rought it up, squirming and kickin,s,
I did all the paddling, and we came to its mouth gaped open, all three tines of his
the neck of water. Trees were dose on both gig in it. He smacked it on the inside of
aides, shutting out the little, little gleam of the boat to quiet it, and shoved it off at
starlight, but there seemed to be a sort Of my feet.
green brightness beyond. Cuff swore at me "Got your knife?" he growled. "Then
to make ine ship my paddle. slice off its legs-no, snake me along again,
"Look at the glow from under the sur- I see a bigger one yonder."
ftt::e," said Cuff. He reached right down "You're tipping me away," he sa.id. "Bal·
into his half-knowledge for a cozy explana· ance me back, or I'll put a knot on your
tion. "Must be full of those little shiny bugs head with this gig-handle."
like the ones in the sea. Makes it easy for us "It's not me, Mr. Cuff," I argued, but
to find the frogs." not with any heart it in, becaus~ he always
I remembered how my grandfather had (lightened me. "You must be tipping us-"
once said you're better off knowing a few "My weight's here next the frog, you
things than to know so many things that fool," he said. "And you're tipping us to·
aren't so. My hunch was that maybe there ward the water. You'll have us over in a
was rotten wood somewhere around, what minute!"
old-timers call foxfire. Cuff, at the bow, The boat was tipping, and I shifted to
knelt with his lantern in one hand and his bring her back on an even keel, but she
gig in the other. The gig had a hand-forged tipped more, and I looked around to see
fork for its head, three sharp barbed spikes. what snag might have hooked us.
The shaft was a piece-of hickory, about four Over the thwart lay something like a
feet long and as thick as your hand could long, smooth piece of wood, darkish and
hold comfortably. dampim in the dim light. Yes, a snag, I
..Sttake us alOng the bankt Johnny," he thought. But Cuff turned and lifted the
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ETWEEN Preridic Norbier and John little study-~hack behind his country house,
.... a deep, dead silence and strange liPht that grew less and less •••
,9 ":11 lt.'l'tt
20
THE LEONARDO RONDACHE 21
brow and lined jowl was somehow the tan wood, old and heavy and as big around as
of open-ait activity, and that 0n Norbier's a tea tray. For a moment it was no disk,
recognizable as fashionable tan, the product nor was it wood. In the brilliant light of
of lounging on beaches or dozing und~r the ceiling lamp he had a sense of attentive
sun lamps. And the expression in Thun· menace, glaring and scrambling. Then he
stone's eyes was of intent, almost apprehen· made himself re~lize that he was looking
sive study, while Norbier looked on in at something painted; and painted long ago
confident anticipation. at that-the colors dimmed, the detail
Dwarfed in Thunstone's great fingers faded. Thunstone's mouth looked thin for
was a magnifying glass. He narrowed his . a moment, but he kept himself steady.
eye to peer through it at the photogni ph "There's the signature I photographed,
on the table. Finally he laid the glass down dashed in with black pigment just below
and looked at Norbier. the. picture," Norbier was telling him. "And
"It's a da Vinci signature," he announced you probably realize just what one of Leo·
gravely. "'f.he reversed writing and the dis· nardo's lq.st masterpieces this is."
tinctive letter·forms-of course, those in
HUNSTONE gazed at Norbier; "I know
themselves could be trickery, even ciumsy
trickery. But the glass shows that the lines T what story of his life it immediately
are real writing, not a forger's painstakingly tells," he agreed. "A story some say is a
drawn replica. It's da Vinci, though with legend, and others-Mrs. Rachel Annand
more of youth in it than any I remember Taylor for one-feel sure it is true. Leonardo
seeing. Of course, there are other experts, was a boy in the home of his father, the no·
better qualified than I-" tary Piero da Vinci. A peasant brought ~
"You' re one of several that says Leonardo round of wood-a 1'ondache, such as foot·
da Vinci wrote the signature I photo- soldiers of that day used for shields-ask·
graphed," said Norbier. "Thank you, Thun- ing that a decoration be painted upon it-" .
stone." He took the photographed writing "Exactly, exactly," Norbier almost
back. "Now as to your pay-" crowed. "And Leonardo was always inter·
"For my pay," said Thunstone, "show me ested in monsters. He shut himself away
the original. " · and studied all kinds of unpleasant little
Norbier smiled. His smile was not like . things-lizards, spiders, bats-and bor· .
Thunstone' s, it was a trifle crooked and .rowed from all, blending and flavoring
suspicious. "Well," he said, 'Tve thought them with his own genius. What he man-
and even worried about showing the orig- aged," and ;Norbier seemed JlOt too anxious
inal. But you, Thunstone, study other to look at the picture, "was sufficient to
things than handwriting and Renaissance startle his father; then the elder da Vinci's
art. Your specific studies might make it business sense asserted itself. He gave the
all .right for you to have a look. Those peasant another 1'ondache, nicely painted
studies of yours- and the honest wish I with an arrow-pierced heart. He sold the
feel to make a friend of you." weird masterpiece of his son, at a thumping
"My only other serious study, " reminded price; enough, perhaps, to pay Leonardo's
Thunstone, "is black magic and how to first tuition fees in the studio of Verrochio
nullify it." · in Florence."
"Exactly," nodded Norbier . ."You'll see "And this may be the rondache in ques·
how it fits in. Step this way. " tion. " Thuostone studied it again. "You
They rose and Norbier led the way across understand Piero da Vinci's fi.rs.t reaction
the floor to a wide narrow table that stood to it, don't you? May I ask where it came
against a wall. Something stood there, like to modern attention, and how you got it?"
a big round mirror, covered with a white "In Germany," said Norbier. "I had a
doth. "Here it is," announced Norbier, little hand, as no doubt you've heard, in
and pulled the cloth away. studying and identifying the hodge-podge
What Thunstone said.. would have been of art treasures stolen by the Nazi bigwigs
a curse, but for the tone that made it a and stored away in vaults. This turned up
prayer. He gazed it the round disk of in a neat little trove locked up in a cellar
22 WEIRD TALES
owned by one Herr Gaierstein. · Know He told himself to leave creep-sensations
him?" to Thunstone. Who was Thunstone, any-
"Gaierstein," echoed Tiiunstone. "Not way? A man of undenied gifts and scholar-
much publicized, but admired ·by his chiefs ship, who nevertheless .fiddled and fumbled
for certain ancient pagan knowledge. Quar- with superstitions ordinarily taken seriously
relled with Himmler because 'he, Gaierstein, by nobody over the Hallowe' en age. There
suggested that . Himmler's elite henchmen were those rumors about Thunstone's
needed special initiation before they as- enmity with some self-styled wizard named
sisted at the old rites with which Nazi Rowley Thorne, and Thorne's destruction;
chiefs wanted to replace German churches. and those others, even less clear, about some
Nobody knows how Gaierstein died, except people called Shonokins_-was that the right
that he did die, completely and messily. I word?-who weren't people, but something
know abtmt him. That's where my black like people. :r-forbier could not ev<!n remem·
art studies come in." ber where he ·had heard the stories, or
"This ro.ndache was in a vault within the whether they had been told for the truth.
vault," explained Norbier. "The other art Anyway, he had better things to think
objects fell into two classes--expensive about. This rondache was the work of Leo·
popularized items, and pretty average ob- · nardo da Vinci, without whom the Renais-
scenities. This was something special. There sance would certainly not have been the
was no way to find where it came from. Renaissance. More than that, it was per-
Finally I secured its release to me." haps the first artistic labor of Leonardo da
He turned back to the painted round and Vinci ever to attract more than family no-
touched its edge with .his finger. "I've tice, and it was the basis of a delightful
been at pains to clean it without damaging. · story of a gre;it man. Leonardo, blessed
Only today there came to light this' writing demigod of the Quatracento--here was his
around the edge-a triple spiral of letters. first token of greatness. Even if Norbier
What do you.make of it, Thunstone?" had been aware that he had made a solemn
Thunstone bent, peered. His lips moved promise to Thunstone, he now forgot it.
slowly, then seemed to freeze stiffly. He One hand twitched the covering cloth from
caught up the cloth and veiled the rondache the rondache.
once more. No getting away from it, even after so
"Norbier," he siid, as earnestly as a judgemany glimpses he found the impact of that
on the bench, "if I've done you any service, painting almost physically strong and daunt-
do me one. Leave this thing alone for the ing: But Nor-bier, for all his appearance
time being. Don't uncover it or look at it of lazy softness, was neither naive nor cow-
until I return." ardly. Be sat down befor_~ the painted thing
"Return?" repeated Norbier. "When?" to study it. . ·
"Soon. \Within an hour, per,haps. Agreed, If Leonardo da Vinci, a curly-blond boy
Norbier?" in his teens, had studied lizards, bats and
"Agreed," smiled Norbier, and Thun- spiders for this, he had not hodge-podged
stone hurried out, with less courtesy than his studies. Anyone else would have been
common with him. content with a lizard's body, a spider's
knuckly jointed legs, a bat's wings. Npt so
EFT alone in the study-shack, Norbier Leor,i.ardo, master of his eye and hand and
L thought briefly that the silence was brush even before his voice had changed
deeper and deader than it had been before and the .first peachy fuzz had sprouted for
Thunstone' s call, and that the light on the the beginning of that apostolic beard he
ceiling was at once more . lurid and less was to wear. What had Thunstone said?
brilliant. He shook his big body, and ". . . blending and flavoring them with his
smiled consciously to rid himself of such own genius." That was right. It sounded
manifest illusions. He'd let himself become almost like a phrase from an art critic's
unsettled, ever so slightly, by Thunstone's description, what time Norbier would call in
strange manner in studying that triple-spiral -the art critics. But first he would enjoy the
of letters around the edge of the roudache. thing·t()'the full, then decide which museum
THE LEONARDO RONDACHE 23
-,..civic or university-to offer it to as a loan."Agla ... Barachiel ... On ... Astasieel
Not a gift, a loan. Then the critics would ... Alpahero ... Raphael ... Algar .. ,
come and stare and wonder. arid worship. Uriel ... end of the first circle."
Gazing and pondering thus, Norbier told Some of the names sounded familiar,
himself that he was seeing the odious figure names from old songs or prayers. He re·
in the center of the round wood more dear- valved the disk to read the second circle:
1y than ever before. It had clarity and life, "Michael . . . Iova • . . Ga:briel . . .
that ancient color on that ancient wood. Th~ Adonai . . . Haka ." .. Ionria ..• Tetra-
thing was head on toward an-observer, but gramaton."
you sensed the shape and extent of the fore- That last name he had heard before, and
shortened body, at once lizard-lithe and neither in song or prayer. Some devU-story
spider-squat. The legs-there seemed to be -wasn't Tetragramaton a fiend or goblin?
a great many of them-were hairy and Once more he revolved the disk, reading
jointed, but those in front, at least, bore the final circle of names:
handlike extremities, reminiscent of the "Vusio . . . Ualactra . . . Inifra ..•
forefeet of lizards. Those wings were true Mena . . . Iana . . . Ibam . . . Femifra."
da Vinci work; Norbier remembered the Norbier wished Thunstone had remained.
tales of how da Vinci, seeking to invent But Thunstone said he would return. The
the airplane centuries before Langley or names might mean something to Thunstone.
Wright, studied painstakingly every flying Meanwhile, that monster-painting continued
creature, bat, bird and insect. As for the to impress. Any fool, even someone with
thing's head, that was apparently meant to no art appreciation, must admire the master
seem a squat, dark-furred blotch, with two touch of the boy who had been Leonardo,
glowing close-set eyes peering from the son of Piero da Vinci. The fl.at representa-
thick fur as from an ambush. A real face to tion actually looked three-dimensional, as
it, flattened like a bat's, and a mouth with though it were a bas relief.
a jaw of ophidian shallowness, but a little "Hmmmm!" grunted Norbier aloud.
open, to show ... yes, fangs. No wonder For it was a bas relief. He hadn't noticed
that everyone who saw the thing, from that before.
Piero da Vinci to the present, squared his The painted figure, too adroit to be
shoulders a trifle to dissemble a shiver. grotesque, actually bulged from the flat
surface of the wood. Norbier put out a
HE writing around the rim, now. Oddly hand to explore its contours-and snatched
T enough, Thunstone had been more im- the hand back. Something had moved be-
pressed with that than with the picture. hind him, in.the direction of the dying fire
Men had told Norbier that Thunstone was on the hearth, with a solid plunk.
never frightened, but Norbier thought clif- He hopped .out of his chair, as swiftly as
f erent. What said the writing? It was a John Thunstone might, and spun around to
string of Roman capitals, that began at al- face whatever it was. For the instant he
most the exact top of the rondache and fully expected to see somebhing, big and
curved away to the left around the wooden living, crawling out of the fireplace toward
rim, then came back and made a second him; something that had come down the
circuit within the first, and a third within chimney, a sort of baleful antithesis o(
the second-a triple spiral. Aloud Norbier Santa Claus, with gifts of violence or ill
spelled out some letters: · fortune.
"A-G-L-A-" - There was nothing there. No movement.
A cross-mark came there. "The end of_ Norbier became aware that he was fl.utter-
the word," he said, and enjoyed the com- ing and writhing the hand with which he
fort of his own voice's sound. "If I read had touched the rondache, and rubbing its-
backward from left to right, there are words. fingertips together. Those fingertips still
What language? Let's see." harbored a sensation of unpleasantness. For
He took hold of the rondache and re- when he had touched the likeness of the
volved it, reading more words -'\lR.vd as monster, it had seemed to stir and yield, as
they came to the top: painted wood could and would never do.
24 WEIRD TALES
That was what had startled him, more than derous journey from table to floor. It seemed
the noise from the direction of the fire- to crouch there, then to hoist itself erect
place. But what had made that noise? on the tips of · its multiple claws. Among
He walked warily across the floor, and the curved, jointed brackets of its legs hung
then he saw. A book had fallen from his a puffy body, like a great crammed satchel
shelf beside it, and lay open on the read- The integument had pattern, like scales,
ing table below the shelf. He -bent to see. and from the spaces between the scales
The Bible, of all books-=-it had popped sprouted tufts and fringes of dark fur, like
open to Isaiah, the eighth chapter. His eyes plush grown wild. And it had wings, also
caught the verse at the tep of the inner scaly and tufted, ribbed lik<! a bat's, that
column; the nineteenth verse~ winnowed and stirred· a:bove its bulk. The
And when they say unto you, Seek them head, a shaggy ball, craned in his direction.
that have familiar spirits, and unto t1Jizards Deep within the thicket of fur upon -the
that peep and mutter. • • face clung two wise, close-set eyes, that
It was coincidence, of course, this pas- glowed greenly, then redly, at him. Be-
sage, · but Norbier cursed his imagination tween and above them the fur seemed to
that made him think he heard actual mut- part in two directions, as if the undevel-
tering behind him. His eye skipped to the oped forehead frowned. A mouth opened,
last verse of the chapter: the light caught a stockade of white, irreg-
And they shall look unto the earth; and ular, pointed fangs. A great gout of foam
behold trouble and darkness, "dimness of came out, and fell splashing on the floor
anguish,- and they shall be driven to dark-
n.esJ.
"Dimness of anguish," repeated Norbier THE talons scraped on the floorboards, like
the tines of a dragged pitchfork. The
aloud, for he relished the neat turn of a creature moved toward Norbier. The two
phrase. "Driven to darkness. -Sounds as if foremost limbs rose, and at the ends Nor·
it should fit in somewhere with what's go- bier saw hand-like claws, like the front feet
ing on- · of a big, big liz~d.
"What IS going on?" He shook his head, like a ·mauled boxer
Again he whided around, facing toward trying to clear his wits. He kept remem-
where the rondache was propped up on the bering that article about hypnotism. It was
table opposite. never of long duration. Even if someone
Something huge, heavy, many-legged, hypnotizes you, and falls dead next minute,
was lowering itself with ponderous stealth you h~ve a short nap and waken again, as
from the tabletop to_the floor. well and serene as ever. But while you
napped, what dreams may beset you. Nor-
ORBIER stood dead still, ·his brain bier tried to retreat before the advance of
N desperately seeking to explain what
he saw. Explanation came.
the creature, and his back came up against
the bricks at the side of the fireplace. He
Hypnotism. That was it. Self-hypnotism. reached down and caught hold of a pair of
He had gazed too intently at the painted fire tongs.
nightmare. Or, more likely, it was that "Get back from me!" he bawled shakily,
triple spiral of letters. He'd read, a year and !ifted the tongs as if to strike.
ago, something in a national magazine about The wings flapped and stirred the air.
hypnotism and how it was ·induced. You The big body-it looked as big as a bear-
can hypnotize yourself by gazing raptly at rose slowly from the floor. Another flap of
a helix-a spiral line, curving in and in the wings, and it sailed at him. He swung
and in within its own whorls to a central the tongs, mi~sed. A wing brushed him
point. You look at it, and it eventually _ with its furry tip, the sh:i.pe circled round
seems to begin turning like a pinwheel, in the glaring light, and dropped down
and you go to sleep. You may have dreams facing him near the opposite wall. Norbier
in that sleep. That was what he,-"N-0rbier felt sick. The touch of the furry wing had
was doing now-sleeping, dre~ming. seemed to nauseate him. to weaken his
The . entity had completed its slow, pon- joints. -
THE LEONARDO RONDACHE 25
The creature was !ifting itself on its Thunstone, and Norbier managed to reach
wings again. This time- it. Thunstone Jaid the rondache down and
" Stay against the wall, Norbier!" came made a long stride, swift as a tiger, to a
the stern, quiet voice of John Thunstone. cupboard. The door was locked, but Thun-
Norbier could not have moved from his stone plucked it open with a rending rasp
position against the wall had he tried. He of broken metal. He explained in satis-
sagged there, grateful for the solid brick- faction, drew out a bottle and poured from
work, and his eyes seemed to cloud over it into a glass. "Drink," he said, steadying
so that only as a huge, vague shadow did the glass in Norbi.er' s hands.
Thunstone move forward and in front of It was good brandy. Norbier reflected
him. Toward Thunstone came another that he always bought the best brandy. He
shadow, also big and vague, but seeming .looked up, revived. His· eyes sought the
to flap wings and flutter many legs. shiriing, slender object on the table beside
"Would you, though?" Norbier heard the rondache. ·
Thunstone say, and there was a quick move "That?" said Thunstone, following the
as one shape moved to meet the other. direction of the glance. "It's a stabbing
Norbier's inner ears were wrung and jan- blade, made of silver~black magic never
gled by a cry, so high as almost to top the faces silver, you know. Silver bullets. kill
mdible range for human hearing and go witches and werewolves, silver charms keep
among the soundless vibrations-a cry sharp- away devils. Someone has claimed that Saint
ened by pain and rage and terror, such a Dunstan himself forged that blade. It isn't
cry as might be uttereq by a bat larger and the first time I've u~ed it successfully, nor
more evil than all bats ever seen or imag- the second or the third."
ined. 'Tm-sorry,' Thunstone," Norbier man-
Nor:bier dashed at his eyes with the back aged. "I got looking at that spiral of writ-
of his hand; and he saw the struggle. Thun- ing-"
stone was poking or thrusting with some- "Of course. And you turned it around
thing-with Thunstone's back toward Nor- three times from right to left-widder-
bier, the weapon co'uld not be seen. The shins, contrary to the clock and to the sun.
creature retreated before him, trying to That let the demon come out to you. And
strike or grapple with some of its limbs. . any one of fifty legends will convince you
"Get back," Thunstone was saying. that no demon wants to be called up by
"Back where you started. There!" someone who is at a loss for ways to treat
it. I put it back where it came from, by
HE thing had scrambled up on tihe table. turning the rondache the opposite way."
T It was shrinking unbelieva:l:>ly-no "But that isn't a work of Leonardo!" Nor-
longer bear-size, more the size of a cat. It bier protested, feelirig like a child whose
retreated toward the standing rondache. It dearest illusion has been shattered. "Not
was gone. The rondache showed the pic- Leonardo! He might have to do with gods,
ture Norbier knew. Thunstone quickly laid but not with devils."
down something slim and shining, and "Think of the story of the rondache,"
seized the rondache with both hands. He reminded Thunstone gently. ; "Leonardo's
spun it around and around, from left fo father was frightened by the picture, but ~e
right. He faced toward Norbier. was money-conscious enough to offer it for
"All safe now,:' he said, quite cheerfully. sale. Who would buy such a thing from
Norbier gazed at a splattery blackness on him, and for what purpose?"
the floor-an uneven wet blot, another and
ORBIER made no answer, and Thun-
another· beyond, clear back to the table. It
would look like the trail of blood from a N stone went on. "A sorcerer, naturally.
wound, but it was so black. His nostrils Italy was full of them then, and they are
caught, or he thought they caught, a sicken- not gone from the world. The addition of
i.ng odor. He swayed, pawing at the wall the spiral writing, and the method of turn-
for support. ing it, _was a spell to invoke the monster."
".Sit in that chair rrext to you," said "Destroy it,'.' begged Norbier. "What-
26 WEIRD TALES
ever I spent for it will be money well spent me," he said. "Look at what this page says
if the thing is put out of existence." · ~no, the pages have turned."
Thunstone smiled. He had picked up "There was considerable stirring of air
his silver blade and was wiping it. in here," observed Thunstone. He came
"I rather hoped you would say something to Norbier's side. "Now the book is open
like that, Norbier." He bent and caught to the beginning of the Gospel of Saint
up a rod that lay on the floor. Norbier saw John. If your other reference warned you,
that it was a walking stick, but hollow. this should comfort you."
Thunstone fitted the silver blade into it, and He put his finger on the page. "'In the
so out of sight. Leaning it in a corner, he beginning was the word, and the word was
went back and took up the rondache. This with God, and the word was God,' " he
he carried to the fireplace, stirred the last read. " 'The same was in the beginning
coals with a careful toe, and put the round with God. All things were made by him;
wooden disk upon them. and without him was not any thing made
There was a leap of flame, pale and hot that was made.' "
as the center of a blast furnace. Around Thunstone smiled at Norbier. "That's
that leaped up a circle of glowing redness, enough, eh?"
and sparks rose as from a .fireworks dis· . "No, it's not all," demurred Norbier,
play. They died down again, fat, black studying the page. "Look below, where the
clouds of vapor billowed and vanished in sixth verse begins. " 'There was a man sent
their turn. When Norbier looked closely, from God, whose name was John .... "
the wood was burned to ashes. Norbier John Thunstone put out his hand and
rose and walked to where the open Bible closed the book. "All my life I've tried
lay. to deserve my name," he said softly, "Some
It was as if some power tried to warn day, perhaps, I shall deserve it a little."
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28 'WEIRD TALES
wished, for company. This nig:1tmare was the childish smoothness of the face, the
not one of the endurably vague ones. Every- mocking twist of the grin. It was Last Man.
th.lng was clearly, sharply cut to the sense,
and absolutely silent and unmoving. Com-
pany-if there'd been another human HEtoldCALLED himself Last Man, he once
me, because that's what he was,
being- the last of all men. And he'd lived in the
. Ruthie had said she was coming. She far future, in an age, when all else of men
had smiled last night, and said she'd see and women had died in a world too terrible
me today. On her doorstep I had tried to to hold them; but before he could die, he'd
make a dignified impression by remarking mastered .time and come back, back, back,
that her interest in Ted Follett must be an thro'lJgh eons and ages, to our year and cen-
absorbing one, and that my future absence tury, and he chose to live in our community
from her side wouldn't be noticed. I'd meant because it was peaceful and cheap. He told
to sound aloof, but Ruthie had smiled more me more, but that was its gist, and no addi-
sweetly than I had thought possible even tions or ornamentations could make it seem
for her, and had said, "Well then, I'll come more improbable. Yet he half convinced
and see you tomorrow before noon." There me when he talked, and to me alone did he
were a million promises in what she had tell the story, one day when rd fallen into
said. Or a million mockeries. Suppose she'd conversation with him at the cafe on the
been here right now-would she be highway.
frozen, locked, stricken into statue-stillness? "You have a dreamy imagination," he
Wouldn't she? Would she? Ruthie would said. ..You' re the only one in this region
be different, somehow, from the rest ·o f the who can comprehend, or half comprehend,
frozen landscape--or was I the only mind my story. I don't ask you to believe me,
that thought her different? My .mind, and though. Indeed, rd prefer you didn't, it's
Ted~ more amusing that way." And he talked
I walked around the house toward the on about time traveling, and said what he
sand road that led down to the highway and had to say about mastering time. "It's a skill
its four or five little business buildings that becomes no skill at all, like swimming
grouped there, two .filling stations and a or rope dancing or adding up big columns
store and a country cafe. I moved in com- of .figures. Once done, and it's a permanent
plete silence, except for the slap of my . ability ... "
shoes on the sand. Up ahead I saw a shiny I remembered these things as Last Man
sedan, blue and chromium. Ted Follett's. strolled up to me and smiled with his thin
Between the car and me a figure moved, in rosy lips in that face that was smooth and
that silent color-photograph of trees and delicate like a child's, but old and mocking
landscape. like a devil's, and held out his slim hand
The movement, against all the quiet, with its soft, pink palm. ''Well,'' said Last
was uncanny enough to bring me to a Man, "you see now that I can do it."
halt. I glanced away from the .figure's "Do what?" I asked stupidly.
approach. Right at the roadside, within arm's ..This." He gestured. 'Tve stopped
reach, hung a tiny ballshaped openwork de- time. Locked it. I made it run backward for
sign of motes-insects. Gnats or midges, millenia once, and for a few weeks let it
caught as if in colorless amber, the way in- go forward. Now, for a change, I've-.
sects have been preserved through. im- made it stop. For everybody and everything,
me~rial ages. ~low, at a tree root, a rab- except our two selves."
bit reared itself as though to hop over a I felt w~ary and cripple-brained. "Why
fallen pine cone. Its open eye was as hard me along with you?"
and bright as black glass. . "Because you can be made to understaµd.
.. Ahoy," came a voice, high and mock- You've listened and sometimes commented,
ing, a voice I knew. The .figure was striding when I told how I came to this time. And
cl0se, and I recognized its slenderness that it might not be awfully good, all alone. I
cheap mail-order clothing couldn't disguise, needed another living creature with me."
IN THAT SAME MOMENT
"~Why not a dog'?"' I , asked him, just to the_care; miles away in the next town, a
say something. garage is changing a tire_. Across t~e ocean
"Why not, indeed? But you'll be as useful in Europe, a- young lover greets his _mis::
as a dog, and less trouble. Came on back tress. On the world's far· side, a little child
along th~ road to the highway. 'r sleeps away the night. In the tropics_, a
I started back -'Yith him. I gazed at the tiger crouches to surprise an antelope. ·In
car ahead of us, and he read my mind- the arctic, a bear scoops a fish out of a hole
he often read minds. "There's something in the ice. These are but a handful of events
that will interest you," he said. on a tiny planet. On the sun, spots spread
He was right. As we came near, I saw and shrink, larger than om oceans. On a far
for certain that it was Ted Follett's car, and world-, waters run, plants sprout. CometS
that Ted Follett sat at the wheel like a wax- dash through space. Stars are born or die.
work of his pudgy, trim-tailore·d self, and All in a single moment."
that Ruthie sat beside him, sweet and lovely -..Why/' I said again, "did you tell me
and summery-dressed, but as motionless and fo come away from Ruthie· in the car?"
rigid to the look as a carved jewel. Even
her honey hair looked as permanently set TROLLING along, he smiled sidewise
as the finest of dusty gold wire. I turned S at me, crafty as Satan. "But no hum~n
away from her with a sense of faintness .and being-save myself-comprehends the mo- ·
dread. ment' s complexity and size. Your brain
-..If you'd touched her, that might have grasps but one idea or sensation at a time:
spoil~d things," said Last Man at my elbow. and not e_ven that for long. N-0t until this
'"'Come away, leave them locked in the present moment-'-arrested and locked-has
moment." I was glad to follow him away it been possible to develop every potentiality
past the car. "Locked in the moment," he in the moment; and the relationships ·o f
said, as if ·savoring an epigram~ "But you potentialities to each o~r. It is !~the
and I pass through a moment of time.,,, universe in the atom, the living organism in_
His manner was l~fty, mocking and ear-_ the cell-"
nest all three, like that of an- adult talk- "Why did you tell me to come away
-ing down to a child4:-or teasingly misin- from Ruthie in the car?"
forming a child. Arid, myse1f childlike, I · Stopping, -he let his eyes glare at me.
was vexed and argumentative.. I realized, perhaps for the first time, how
"Of course weJre pas§ing through a mo- brilliant and large they were, how dark
ment of tim(!;· I said. ..We' re always pass- and living and bitterly wise. ..Oh!'~ he
ing through moment after moment....,....··· snorted, in one of his rare losses of temper•
..When you misunderstand I despair of "You' re failing me. She's the only idea.
you, and yet you have more sympatlly and you'll - entertain in this moment. If I make
mental pliability than anyone €lse rve met it last forever for you, she'll occupy yol;lt
in this age. No. You and I alone pass niind forever, the tiny trace she makes in
through the moment. Nobody else has ever the moment will be everything.',
done that. It has always been the moment Then he smiled again. "Set yourself at
that passes the material creation. One stands rest. I'll tell you later how to waken her
and waits, wh~le moments flash upon him into the eternal moment, along with . you.
and break over.h im like wave after wave." Meanwhile, attention to what's all around
..Why did yon tell me to come -away from us."
Ruthie in the car?'• I asked. He led me on, toward the highway. .
..So brief is a moment,·~ Last Man con- We passed between houses with grimly
tinued, "that men think of it as- small, in- motionless jewel-flowers in the yards, smoke
finitesimal, a point. But it'_s unthinkably, like puffs of cloudy gray cotton o\ter them.
illimitably vast, a universe--only our view We passed a statue-like dog, its nose bent
is small. In a single moment, while you toward a stump. A _bird or two held its
might sit down to dinner or take a book place in the air. ...Don·t touch anything,•_)
from a shelf, I might he buring beer in Last Man bade me again.
30 ·wEIRD TALES
An idea came to me, despite his sneer store is ready at hand, but select carefully.
that I thought only of Ruthie. «I touch Think among your acquaintances as to who
things every mo-I mean, I touch things to touch and bring into the _moment first.
constantly. The molecules of atmosphere," No, not Ruthie. "Let her wait. She will be
I elaborated. "If they' re locked, why don't best wakened after you have roused a lit-
they oppose my passage?" r tle band of dependents, among whom you
·'Your fluid field, that allows you to will be ruler. Think well, I say. Because if
move in. the moment, affects them by your you do as you should, this moment will be
contact. They adapt themselves to you. your kingdom, your empire, your conquest,
Look," and he pointed toward the window your wor1a-mastery."
of a house as we passed. "Inside the glass "A touch will waken things, then?" I sat
you see a bowl of fruit. It looks as massive down on the bench in front of the cafe.
as fruit of glass or sfone. But if you touch Almost at my toe poised a big spider, rigid
it, it will become fruit again, pulpy and as a metal toy out of a box of prize candy.
edible. Fruit like that in passing moments.'! I stepped toward it, but for some reason
"And if I touch Ruthie-" decided against touching it. ~'Look here,
"At last you begin to use your mind,•• Last Man. H_ow did you manage all this?
and he grinned at me. "I feel the glimme.r If time stands still in this district, it must
of renewed hope in you. You comprehend stand still everywhere. The world, the
how this moment, locked as it is, can be .
umverse- "
your moment. You can rule it and the ulfs too simple for you to comprehend,"
universe it contains." He smiled the more he interrupted with what; in someone else,
broadly. might have been pomposity.
We had reached the highway. I looked cc.nut your machine---"
along it. A truck stood near us. Beyond, a uMust there be a machine? Of course,
bus. Beyond that, two private cars, dose that's what you'd expect. Some wonderful
together. And beyond, out of sight-what clevice that can conquer time and space, and
towns, what regions of locked quiet? I once understood be a wonder no longer,
remembered a boyhood fancy I used to trade like a walkie-talkie radio or the like. No,
with playmates: What _if everybody in the it's a principle. I involved myself in it, and
wof'ld went to sleep except 11s, and we you. Let me see how to illustrate . • ....
ro11ld break into the candy store . ..• He shut his brilliant eyes, his lips moved
Last Man read .niy mind again. This slightly.
time he actually chuckled. "Your candy <(Maybe I can draw a rough parallel;' he
l~f THAT SAME MOMENT
said a£t~r a memerit. "Imagine y..ourstlf back against the door of ~e cafe, dartec!_ 11
travelling, by train or car or afoot. _Yo_!.! are han<l into his p_ocket, and whipped it out
goihg from one p~ace t-o another. The land-
0
with something small and shiny in it. Make
scape you see changes,-moves, repla.ces itself. one wrong -move, n _he warned me, ··and _
ln some such way you go through time. you'll be disintegrated out of this ruomenf
You stop--- in your journey, or in time-- and every other."
and all stands still. That need not mean a What he held. was at ·once strange and
change in the landscape, or awareness -0f wicked-seeming. It looked like a ro~d!
change. You yourself are pausing, tllat's palm-sized metal egg, with keys or st~ds--
all. You and I. Or else~ you and I have 011 its surface and a narrow hollow tube.
been acco.Q,Jpanying the world in its time- When Last Man dosed his hand upon- --it;
journey:; and we've stopped and let it go his fingertips covered the studs .and the-
ahead~ We occupy the bit of time-land- tube thrust out between thumb and inde~
scape the rest have left behind." finger toward me, like the muzzle of_ - a.
... get something of that,U - I teld him. gua I moved no more, but bode tens~
..The world moves· ahead without us." angry, waiting for_:_ ·--
"Without us," he agreed. ''At least, I "You' r~ waiting for me to get off guard,
suppose so--don't ask even me tO explain yoti stupid, ungrateful animal,'' he said to
what goes on in time while you and I have me. "You think to attack me; to stop all
left those moments up ahead. I daresay this. You've judged me in your poor, sim·
that, after ~.me hours or even days, they'll ple, limited apology for a hra-iQ<, and found-
be aware that we' re not in the. community me wanting. Isn't that so?"
any more. A mystery, eh? But ~hey won't It was so. I nodded.
know that they left themselves back in this "You won't realize that the world and
moment- with us, and that we can do with everybody in it is headed for misery and
them as we will, here and now." then qestruction; that you and I have our
chance to save it-"
SANK my body forward, elbows on
I knees, chin bracketed in my hands.
~·How did you manage fo include me in this
"For what?" I asked. "We' re to waken
up a handful of people a.ad- try to do things
better than the universal system has done!
-:this phenomenbnr' Is that it?.,
·u1 almost didn't." He made a little "Exactly. And-,. _
grimace. "Suppose, when it l1appened, you~ d HAnd ~. can't do the job. And I don't
have s~ayed rigidly still wherever you were, trust you. -
- frozen with astonishment. YOU might hav~
failed to free y-0urself. Of course, I'd have E SMILED. ..You were wiser than
come along and set you free by tom~hing
you. After all, I did it as much for You as
H either of us knew when you said that
a dog would,_ be better for me than you.
for myself. w~·n- be parfaers -in-" I gave you life, didn't I, wh~n everyone else
"In bringing this waxwork back to mo· was frozen? - Aren~ you gra1eful?,.
tion?" I barked at him, and jumped up. "Call it off, Last Man.~·
0
"Look heJ:e, you've given , yourself awat. I'll call you off." He came toward me,
You-did it as much for me, as foryourself. stood at the end of. the bench.- He pointed
You want to rule in this situation:.-"- the shiny -thing in his hand. "You'll drop
-"Why not? I _didn't like the world as I'd out of sight,- out of reaijty."
found it when I came - hick .to -it.-:..---_,-' I lifted a foot and put it on _the other-
_"Curse you for meddlllig with nature!" end of the bench, and. set my dbow on mv
••That primitive- beHef in - curses,"· he upthrust knee. I meant to pdse with SCC?"m-
_snickered, and- I foO-K. a su,c:f_den_~ep-towa.rd fu;l nonchalance~ but it did not work. He
him. - - · w~gged his head mockingly. · _-~ ~ -~ ~::-
I may or may not have meant violeoce You' r~ afraid to die, and you're _g<liiiif-~
as I moved, but he rea~ my mfod more to. rm disappoin~ed in you,. and in. my~~y~
~kariy tnan I had 1~· ~~e up: -He leaped for thinkihg : you'd- s~rve. -Now-"' ._
32 WEIRD TALES
"
The strange weapon lifted -in his hand, hung suspended in motionless mid-flutter.
and involuntarily I started back. My foot I wanted to get away from it, to for·
pressed down the end of the bench, and get, to pass out of existence. .i combed my
the other end flew up and struck his fist. memory for some hint of what to do. Last
He cried out, and the shiny thing flew Man had dropped one or two half-clues,
away out . of his grasp. I never saw where true or false. Suppose, when it happened,
it went, then or later, because I jumped you'd have, stayed rigidly still wherever you
upon him. · were. How then had I stood?
His slim body was like a mass of living Yott might have failed to' free yourselJ.
wires, but I tripped and threw him, and . . By chance I'd come free and mov·
held him there, my hands at his throat. He ing in. the motionlessness of the eternal
struggled under· me, caught my wrists in his moment. From a stance against the syca·
own hands, trying to pry himself loose. His more, yes. The thing· to do was get into the
face writhed into a furious distorted mask same position, as nearly as possible. Then,
of pain .;ind fury. ~ .perhaps, I'd be locked into the moment.and
"No~" he said. "No--if you-don't_ Jet be as other men gt.nd other things, not alone.
go~" \Vould it work? I dared not wonder what
1 dragged him upright and slamnied him would follow if it didn't work.
against the front of the cafe, mea.qing to I saw, at the root of the sycamore, the
strike him hard in the face, hard enough prints of my feet. Turning, I set my feet
to bash the -back of his head against the back in them, and rested my shoulders
wood and stun him. He dodged _free of me against the trunk. My hands--the · right-
with a catlike agility and ran, stooping and had been in my jacket pocket, so, and my
looking for his weapon. I 'leaped and left hanging down. And rd been looking
brought him down with a flying ~ackle, at the hirds,. my head tilted at this angle.
scrambling upon him again. Now. If I held my breath, possibly--
"Then I'll go- he said ...Some other
0
With an abrupt suddenness, the birds be·
age-'' gan to dart, whirl and wheel before ~e.
.Did you ever clutch at mist, thinking it Once again I started away from the syca·
solid? Just so did he ,.dwindle in my grap- more. I jostled a myrtle bush, and it waved.
pling arms. I clamped them t.ighf, and he and rustled. Out along the sand road I
was less than empty garments in them, less heard the rumble of a motor, and nearer at
than film or web, less than air. He was hand the whicker of an insect. I glanced
gone. I rose, feeling stupid and tricked, up at the roof. The smoke was lazily curling
and looked around for the weapon he had and spreading there, as it had done before,
dropped. It was gone, too. Perhaps it in a bewilderingly natural way.
vanished with him into whatever place he Release, release-all was as it had been~
had gained. . because rd come back to fit into the proper
That place-where? He had spoken, place in the moment-all was as it had
while he dwindled in my grasp, of some been, save for Last Man, who had never
other age. Maybe he had achieved it, belonged among us anyway, not in our age
travelled again in that time- he claimed to and moment.
master. And I was left alone, in the locked A car was stopping around the corner of
moment. the house. I started to walk in that direc-
I headed home, knowing how strange tion, heavily and wonderingly. I saw the
home would be. As -I came toward Ted door of the car open,. and Ruthie getting
Follett' s car, I resolutely refused to turn out. Ted Follett backed his car away and
aside, even to look at Ruthie. If I touched departed.
her, she'd waken, Last Man had -said. I'd "I said I was coming," Ruthie called to
have her in this suspended moment of me. "If you won't come to me, I must
horror. What then? Better never to find come to you. Ted was big about it, he even
out. Back I tame into my own yard back said he'd drive me here-wished us good
to the sycamore, near which the birds luck."
Next to humanity, rllts are perhaps
best fitted to conq11e~ and rule • .••
I'd been alone in Engines· Left, with just "Simon Roper, this is Marna Murray;·
rooµt to turn around and handle fuel mbc- said Wickram. ·
ture and tempo at word frorri Control and "Are we coasting ,in to· Earth?'' asked
to lie on my elasto·cot when power switched Marna Murray. Her voice was 3.:·wake, but
to Engines_ Right. Thirty days rd been in husky, as if by sleep. .
that cell smaller than a pr.ison cell, cramped "Coasting in? .. he repeated, grinning with
by walls Studded with dials, leyers; stop- tight lips. ~·we're in. Come forward to
coc~, gauges, blast·rhythmers to power our control and_ look out the view panel."'
space shooter. Cell, ~ngines, elasto·cot, desk we followed him, and he lounged against
with slide rules and computationers for the control board to let us have a good
.tigur~g engine-dope, water tap and syn- look th~~ugh the glassite pane.
thetic rations. At leist twice daily, never It was dark outside, almost but not
less than once and of ten five or six times, quite. I could see that we'd landed. He
rd thought I should have· let them kill m~ hadn't even called us out to watch our·
back home on Venus. Now it must be selves set down, and he'd ~anaged it so
~early ·over. carefully that the'" craft hadn't so mutjl as
"Yes, sir;' I tol~ the sp.eaker, did what bumped. Up ahead was a gloom)' horizon,
.. ' ~I
6 WEIRD TALES
with h1Hs, and a touch of rose in the low he was a pantheist, like moit VelllUSian.
sky--dawn. intellectuals. He wh.ipped telegoggles f ram
But if Wickram had meant to cheat us ·his belt pouch and clamped them o:Ver his
out of all the drama, he failed, at least eyes.
with Marna Murray. "The first human 11
I see fire at .one point," said Marna
beings to come here in sixty thousand Murray ... Perhaps volcanic-'•
years-forty thousand Earth·years," she '-'No,., declared Wickram. "It's carlron
figured from Venus time. Her voice was smoke. Probably wood. Maybe coal. u
upt. ''I wonder if we can· even exist here." "Forest fires," set by lightning}'' I of·
fore.cl stupidly.
W ICKRAM had been flicking gauges "No, they wouldn't be· spaced like that.
to saµlple the atmosphere. ··oxygen, Murray, you' re right to doubt my state·
nitrogen and carbon dioxide," he reported. ment. about being the only human creatures
.. Some bactc:ria, but probably our inocula- here.''
tions wjH fight them off. Now stand by for I blew out my breath. uMen-human
blaze signal· to be observed' on Venus." creatures? Earth's inhabited, after alll"
Into the gloom aro1:Jnd us s·pray-nozzJes uBut not necessarily by anyone we'd
operated as he touched their .controls .. For· care to know," said Wickram. .
·y;rafd~-.. f?ackyva:rd~ to each side, -.he~-was~strew-.=- == Th~_ ~_su~n-=-.c!~~-= l!P~--=-· sE'l~e~ than on
ing explosive powder. Venus,_ but ~ircct and warm. "in =tlie ~c:tear=
"Now," he said, thumbing a spark l:?ut· atmosphere. I, for one, felt spacy and
ton. Outside a bright glow, g~astly pale, open -all arou~d, after a lifetime in the
deep red, turning green, then bl~e,. then misty jungles oL Venus. We saw where
pale yellow, then red again, then all gone. we were. Behind, t~ the west, beat surf
lviy glimpse of it blinded ·me, and Mama on a white, sandy beach, and there were
1vforray turned her face away. Wickram spars~ weeds and grass where our blaze
hadn't looked up. powder hadn't burned them away. Watch·
t•In thirty seconds we go out," he_ an- ing those hills_ , eight or ten miles· off, we
nounccq. t•fyie first, then Roper~ then Mur- saw that they were timbered here and
r~~q." there. !he dista·n t columns of smoke wav·
That'!> the order in _which three )mman ·ered in a . morning breeze.
peings ag~in set foot on .Mother Earth. "Signal fires?" asked Wickram gently.
Dawn was pe~ping. over those distant hills. "Or perhaps c0oking fires?,,
The air was fresher and bracing than the "We should find out," said Marna Mur·
beavy Venusian atmo.sphere, aq.d under our ray eagerly. She looked 'ready to hike off
feet the powder·burned soil steamed from toward the hills~ _
that signal blaze. "Later.". \'XTickram was .sharp. uwe·re
.Marna Murray breathed deeply. "We're strangers. Let's be sure of our welcom~:t
~1ere," she said. He had us carry load after load of tools
"And we'll stay,.. added Wkkram. and ·supplies. .from the freight-chamber.
•'Even if we had to.ols en,ough, we couldn!t We _put them between our scorche4 land·
~put this craft 'in flight or9er. Sq. stop being _ing spot and the sea. He was all 01:ptaln,
shy, you two. Make friends. P~ainly you finding plenty for us to do, but not hoist•
dislike me, and rm the only other human ing or hauling ~imself. The day was hrigh.~
being on_ ~arth." by the time we'd finished the detail:, and
''Are you. sure, Captain Wickram?" when we looked to the hills again, tho
asked M:artia Murr~y, ancl we looked wh~re smoke columns were gone, as if they had~
she was Jooking, toward those heights. n't been there-or bad been put out.
The sun was rising a.hove them. H~t~ "Break out rations, · Roper," Wickram
and there, on a saw-toothed series of hill· ordered me.
top~ ro~e colwnns of sm.ok~. I ~ounted I was struck by a feeling of strangeness
four. Wickram muttered "Gods," I ~ink; that we were eating synthetic loaves on. .this
HOMH TO MOTHER 7
planet; or maybe by a sense of being mured. Glancing at her, I saw that she
watched and evaluated. Marna Murray wasn't as gaunt as rd first thought. Sien..
broke off small bits of her loaf, and once der, but not frail or bony. The sun ~as
she smiled courteously at me, ~aking me making her pale face ro~y, too.
wish i hadn't just gnawed into mine. ·~we· re going to explore," said Wick..
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Wickram had drawn his dagger to cut thin ram. '· Murray, remain on guard here. Take
slices. He was supposed to be elegant. an electro-automatic rifle from the case
"Roper," he said, munching, "they sen .. yonder. Patrol 3;round the ship ai;id the
tenced you for refusal to let Mating Bu- supply dump. Observe in all directions.
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reau choose .your proper consort, and then You·re in charge until we return. •
let you go when you voll.!nteered for this She got the rifle. "An.o ther for Roper,"
mission. Right?'' bade Wickram. "Ready, Roper? Come on:'
"Right," I grumbled, resenting his man- Side by side we set off inland across
ner . open~ level ground. I glanced back, and
.. You're applied-science grouping," he Marna Murray, patrolling as ordered, was
half accused. ttlf s important for applied- watching us. Later I glanced again, and she
science personnel to ·m~rry other applied- still watched, but she and all she guarded
science personnel. Then progeny can be looked small, far away, like practically
conditioned to the same needed assign· nothing ac~oss the distance we had coy-
ment.'' ered.
··I wanted to choose my own consort,·~ Anybody who's been in the Venusfan
I began. jungles, with clouds shoving down over-
"Oh, yes. You'd picked a girl from art.. head, can guess how open and insecure a
and-culture classification, a luxµdous sing· Venus-bred man would feel in such terri-
ing girl-" tory for the first time. I did, .but if \Vick·
''Slie wouldn't have me," I snarled .. ram did he gave no sign of it. Once he
"Took a district recreationalist. T -took a dipped up sand and ran a quick chemical
conviction. - Only for this assignment, I'd test with reagents from his belt·pouches.
be dead now.,. ''Gather some grass and weed specimens,"
"Murray,'' said Wickram, slicing into he told me. "And some of those broad-
his loaf. "You, too, chose between execu- leafed plants up ahead."
tion and this mission ... \"'Qe' d come two or three miles, anq ap·
"Right," said Marna Murray, .barely proached a patch of healthy·looking vege-
audible. She looked away from us. tables. Wickram, moving ahead, ducked in
"Not as romanti.c as Roper, eh, Mur- surprise. "Interesting growth arrange-
ray? Just too busy with some absorbing ment, Roper.'' ·
calculation-experiment to marry, particula.r- . It was all of that. Tufty, big-leafed·
Jy sight unseen. But,., and he laughed, plants lay in rows upon soft, dark earth.
without parting his lips, .. here you both ''Cultivated," said Wickram, stooping and
are-,. tugging the nearest plant. Out came its
··captain, if you're hinting the truth, broad, round root, white wi~h a purple
it's rott~n!" I cried, and swung around tinge. "That's a turnip," Wickram told me,
toward him. He lifted his dagger, warn- handing it ·over.
ingly. You know I stared. On Venus, things
"Good guess, Roper. Mating Bureau like that were grown artificially and pains.. .
told you off for each .other. I thought you'd takingly, under glass, .with special light
like to know-.and Mating Bureau got you and fertilizer. They' re only for the aristo-
assigned to the mission.,, crats, the leaders and top technical chi~fs.
He chuckled, and that was the last .The rest of us eat synthetics, from the
sound until we'd finished eating. Then Venusian plants. Moving past the turnips,
Marna Murray looked toward the hills Wickram gouged up another plant, with
again. "To think of being here," she mur· lighter, fluflier top leaves. It ~ppeared
8 WEIRD TALES
from the earth long and tapering, like a human life. See where the hinge mem-
dagger blade, but of .a sweet orange .tint. brane· was cut-not broken or pulled
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"Carrot," he said And yonder- · l"' think apart, but severed with a ·sharp instrument
they' re cabbages.'' to get at the animal inside:·
I pulled up three or four more turnips. "Sharp fo.strument?" I echoed.
Wickram appropriated several carrots. "Look," Marna Murray exhibited a
"Not too -n:iany, Roper. If. we plunder this knife of sorts, crude, rusty and broken.'
garden, its gardener may visit us to ask It was of simple. iron, the kind· that's
why." · easily smelted out of ore by a hot open
~gain I had that se~e of being watched, fire. The broken blade was bound into a
curiously and closely. by invisible eyes. We bone handle with mouldy old cord, and
headed back toward our base. had -been sharpened away to a ·scrap. When
"Roper, ... said Wickram as we tramped the scrap had broken, its owner had tossed
along with our vegetables, "why do .you it away.
.think there's a garden here, with no other "Our- neighbors eat flesh as well as
evidence of human habitation or culture?" plants," Wickram said. "Lools at th~ hilt-
·'Maybe growing conditions are bad on lashings of rawhide, dried and shrunken
the hills," I suggested. to clasp blade to handle. Primiti".'e but
~"Maybe-:- · But=the-n ·why isn't-~the ga-rden- =-skilful . ...- .Appareptly ~ , Ji~ing~.· tbrQugh__the._
e.r·s home next to his garden?" final war was a wipeout for civil i.zation ·
"It seems strange, Captain." here, and people have· progressed back to.
··Probably the gardener has a good -rea- a simple· iron age/'
son to build_ fires on the hill and grow his "Iron _age," I repeated, remembering
food on- the level. Well, we're home my school days. Emerging from the stone
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agam. ·age, men learned to work together, be
Tpe .grounded hull, the .supply dump, friends, live together, produce thinkers·
and Marna Murray watching us come· m and heroes-"
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gave me a sense of known facts abou.t Like Moses," added l\1arna Murray.
where I stood. "Mohammed, Hannibal, Aristotl~, ~omer.
And poets and scientists." She sounded
UT Wickram wasn't bad~ at .camp to raptly .joyous. "They ,prepared the .ground
B - stay. He turned the guard detail over for Leonardo da Vinci, ls.aac Newton,
to me, and took Mar·n?- Murray with him Darwin, Einstein-..
to explore the beach. Watching them. go, "Who prepared it for the inventors that_
I felt lonelier than when I'd headed invented civilization clear out of existence,~·
toward the .hills. Marna Murray acted glad finished Wickram harshly. "Get that. ther-
to go with him-he was attradive to her, m·al canister heating, Murray. We'll eat
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probably be could be attractive to .any som.e of what we've found.
woman if he wanted to be. When they We played safe and boiled the . things,
returned, th~y carried their hands and but they were good. I qlllld have . taken
poc~ets full of small irregula~ objects. sec~nds and thirds. After eating, Wickram
"Fauna," pronounced Wickram, drop- went into the ship, probably to -lie down.
ping his cargo on a waterproof sheet. Marna Murray wa.s looking at that crude
·~shellfish, our ancestors called them. broken knife. "Poor· fellow;' she -..barely
Here's an .oyster;· · and he lifted ; on~. whispered.
"These _are clams. You've ~een their pk~: ,.The man with the ·knife?" I suggested.
tures in ancient books, - Roper. My tests wondering· what she meant. ..,
show they're edible. \Ve'll eat them and · "He worked so hard, Roper. Stoked his
·our vegetables for our · second meal on. fire to smelt the ore. Toiled at some crude
Earth." .. forge, shaping it. Blistered his hands edg-
~\What are t:hose empty shells?" I asked. ing it. Painstakingly carved the handle,
He 'handed me. one. "More evidence of lashed it with rawhide. Back on Venus, a
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machine turns out by the thousand, such 'TU give them something to pay for
knives as .he'd think were miracles:· those -vegetables," sh~ said. "It can be part
I half drew my own steel blade, grace- of my own ration, I'H eat less for a day
ful, strong, beautifully tempered and or so. This synthetic loaf-it'11 be· novel,
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sharpened. I saw. what she meant. they might like it.
uHe used this to the limit," she went
FF she started, toward the vegetable
on. "Then had to toil to make another.
Life's hard for him, Roper. He and his
people live on the hills. They'. re timid,
O field. I watched, then followed, and
caught up as she reached the plot. She laid
they seek shelter there. Now we've fright- the loaf ·down on the broad leaves of a
ened them away from their gardens, and turnip plant.
from coming to the seashore after· shell- "'They can have this too,"" I said. Strip-
.fish." She.looked at me with wide, troubled ping off my belt, with the knife in its
eyes . elascoid sheath, I put _it dow~ beside the
.. You're supposed to have sdentific de- loaf.
tachment," I tried to tease her, but she "That was ·ki_n dly," said Marna Murray,
shook her head. The. roan hair ~tirred. but I only half heard. ·From the dirt I
"No, scientific detachment isn't for me picked up something--a bone.
or· you. Ifs for su~rio~ _I. Q.'s and train.. It was a thigh bone, short .and stu~dy,
iogs and advantages, like Captain Wick- and it had been cooked. The two of us
ram's. He's interested, but he isn't sorry. studied it narrowly. ·
He doesn't care whether those people up "Maybe they have domestic animals,
or
on the hill live die:· too,'' said Marna Murray. "What kind?
.. He's cautious-" I began. That bone doesn't match anything we've
".B ut he took their vegetables, their- ever seen." Then, "I know why Wick.ram
needed food." Her words made me doesn't want us to meet the people on the
ashamed that I'd helped him. "Not a sign hill.''
that he'll help them in return." .. He'd prefer us to have nobody to asso-
nNobody was at the garden," I re- ciate with except each other,'' I suggested.
mjnded. I hadn't, but now I did. Women like
"They fear us-we' re terrible to them. the legends-straight, strong, graceful,
Else they'd be there, ·d igging or .harvesting, with flowing hair and brilliant eyes. "And
and we~ d see them. and get to know them." you' re thinking about the heroic Iron
Sh~ pointed to the hills. "And they put Age men," I teased back, as we headed
out their fires. This isn't the way we should away.
come home to Mother Earth." 'Tm just thinking about people,'' said
I felt the warmth of her impulse, and she. "'Thq~ d be friends-why not, Roper?
my own ·impulses warmed to match them They descended from our same stock.
.-.then, beyond, I saw Wickram grinning They'll be like_ us, except for education-
at us through the port. For the mom~nt I even so, they'll have knowledge we don't.
felt like punching his lean, mocking face. Each could give the other something."
To him we were two subordinates, ma.ted She made them ·sound attractive, under-
by .decision of a bureau, and he was standable, those people on the hills.
pleasec;l to see us getting together. He came When we got bac.k Wickram was out-
out. side, and found details that kept us busy
"Don't- let my presence make you shy," the _rest of the day. It passed qu1ddy-we
he called·. "'Be friendly. Stroll around. figured it twenty-four hours to ·one reyolu-
Get to know each other. My blessing on tion, less than an eighteenth of a Venus
you. " day. 'T 11 take first watch tonight.,·· said
He went back m. Marna Murray Wickram. ..Quarters, you two; Murray
watched him go, thinkin.g. Then she put takes over in three hours, and, Roper gets ..
.·bet hands inside a ration .container. the final watch until dawn."
10 WEIRD TALES
I was ·briefeel thoroughly for w~at we ·h ope
My full,
WATCH, at least, was so quiet as
nearly
wearmg. The moon
.to be
making the sky pale around it.
came up, to do here. Return to Earth means rema.S·
tery of Earth, and no nonsense about it.
It lighted the san_d, the distant sea, and in Any terms· made will be made by us. Un·
the other directions the distant hills. Fires derstand? Any questions?"
were back ori them, pointy flashes' of light, Neither Marna ·M urray nor I asked any.
and as the moon descended over that way "Very well. Roper,· you've just come off
I saw smokes. So, I said to myself, we've watch. You're allowed a rest period, sleep
worried and daunted the Earth people into ·if you wish:"
coming out at night only. Hefting. my elec· Obediently I went in to my ·quarters and
tro-automatic trifle. I realized they were lay down ·on the elasto-Cot. After a _while I
r~ght in thinking- our strangeness, a terror. slept, but not soundly, and not for long.
Iron . age versus electro-automatic age, When I woke up ·again, I washed and went_
space-ship age, was no contest. to the lock-panel. I saw . . nobody for a
At dawn the fires died again. Out moment, then Marna Murray strolled- into
looked Wid:ram, beckoning me in. From view, rifle over her arip, on gua~d. She
inside I watched him spray the ·. blaze wa's alone, Wickram was away somewhere.
powder, then touch it into seried-~olor of "Where's the ~ptain?" I asked her.
·flame: "e>ur·-secon-d ·--:signal" ·-to=Venus/~ he=· -=She=-nodded.,..,seaward.=I looked, and sa.w.
said. UNow others-not only one small .a distant speck in the waters near shore.
craft like ours, but several, with something Wickram was swimming .. Relaxing. And I
like a fair number-will take off. Our ·welcomed the chance. to · talk . to Marna
third an'd last blaze, before dawn tomor:· ;M:1:1rray without his listening or watthing.
row,_ will ·give them the reference point Marna, I saw in a moment, welcomed .the
toward which to make way and join us." chance, too.
Marna Murray, too, had seen the fires ''Captain Wickram is really all alone
during the night. "l wonder about their here," she said. "We-we're two ·m ore of
language," she said as we emerged for the his useful machines. A word operates us,
.first :meal. "Ours, as the speech_ experts instead -of a touch-button or lever. .We
nave decided, ha~ hardly changed in all the sometimes show hesitancy or slowness in
.-centuries-we talk substantially as ·our for·- doing our job-then there's ·a sharp word,
bears did when t.hey reached Venus, except like a solvent_ or lubricant, to get us effi-
for technical terms. Possibly those people cient again. We' re supposed to be good
up yonder could understand us, and we iµachines, Roper. Working machines, ·car·
~ould understand them." rying machines-fighting machines, if so
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0h, '·' said Wickram, slicing his loaf be he decides fighting must be done.•,
of synthetic, you want to go t~lk to
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"It wouldn't be fighting," I said, look·
them." . ing ,up at the hills where the fire~ showed
.. More than anything else in life!" cried no more. ·~Just killing. Effortless, bore-
Marna Murray, in outright hunger for the some killing."
experience~ "Let's do it." "Have you ever wanted to kill anyone,
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'Lcfs do nothing of the _sort, Murray," Roper?"
replied Wickram ha_rshly. "We stay and I shook my head. "Once or twice I have
hold on here, until our reenforcements thought of killing myself,"- I said, remem-
arrive." bering the black hours .~fter I'd heard t~at
"Reenforcements," I repeated. "That my girl wasn't my girl. ul .kr;iow that's .a
sounds milit~ry. ·Like war." crime, t~inkir~g such things, Murray. But
"It might -be just that," said Wickram, I'm safe in tellirig you." AncJ, , I knew that
more harshly still. "Again, it mightn't. I was.
But we don't go to them, or near them, :Her eyes were on the hills. "Q(.course,"
without being strong enough 'to ·finish any· she said, uhe,11 find ~ar-extermination- .
thing they shr.t~ Make no mistake, you two·. necessary. They aren':t machines. They
HOMB TO- MOTHER 11
haven't .been in the machine ,· age yet, so work. A little book full of usef~l hints-
they carft be . .Inasmuch as they won't be cloth-weav1ng, well-digging, so. bn. Maybe
machines, Wickram won~t let them he men. I can teach them while they teach me.
He' Ii. destroy them. If there are other com .. Roper, do you think you want. to go
munities, they' 11 pe·rish, too." along?"
llWill Wickram have the .say·so?" I I did want to go along. I was going
argued. "Higher command than he will be ·afong. But it wasn't so much leaving Wick-
he~e pretty soon.
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ram as ·staying with Marna Murray. We
.. But he' 11 have been here long enough moved fast, yard after yard, furlong after
to have formed a plan that the others will f.urlong, putting distance between us and
listen to. Roper, do you like being a. ma- the supply b~se. When Wickram cam~
chine?" She stared earnestly into my eyes. back from his swim, we wanted to be be-
"You tried to protest once." yond his sternly swnmc:ming voice.
'•No, I don't like being a machine. What We paused by the vegeta:ble field. W c
else. is there, in. our particular culture?" looked for the knife ·and synthetic loaf,
''Ifs not a natural culture," .she said. and they \Yere gone. ··see, Roper?'' said
uon Venus, we arrived as alien beings. We Marna Murray. 'They accepted our pres ..
4
set. up, and w~ haye developed and fol· ents... She smiled over it. •tGood will es-
lowed, an unnatural culture. But here, tabl ishe~ or started, anyway·. .,
we~re back home. Home to mother- "We're going to be renegades," I re·
Mother Earth. \YJe can . be natural again, minded her. "Remember, when the others
like those." She gestured largely toward the come, 'X7ickram will tell them about that."
bills. "Roper, r'?-1 not going to stay under .. All right, we·ll be renegades. We'll
Wickram·s· thumb, like a touch-button. also be patriots. People of Earth, not in·
I'm going up to those people." · vaders. We'll make our "friends understand
"You'd dare that?" ~ their danger, make them ready to resist
"Why not? They' re afraid of us. When or retreat before it's too late:·
I showed them they needn't be afraid, She was full of plans and hope. So was
they'd ·"'be friends. Why not? They live L We slogged away past the vegetables,
naturally, happily~ They grow their food, and on over a level that was more ht-avily
and ifs delicious., a pleasure to ~t. They grassed ~ toward the ~ where we'd
wann themselves . by fires they light and seen the fires.
fuel naturally. They make their tools· and "Roper, I'm glad you're coming with
shelters wit_h their hands. T~ey· re not me,.. she said. "If it's to be war- -and
savages, and they're not machines either. Wickram's · going to make it war-I want
I'm going to them:· you to be on the same side with me .. "
She threw down her rifle and started. 'Tm on the same side with you," I tol_d
I moved after her. "Not going to take her. As we walked along,. we put out hand$
a~s?,. and touched, then· clasped.. Her hand . was
"I don't. want to arrive on such a basis," small. strong and warm.
she insisted. "But I ran back to our Sl:JP ..
ARTH, I thought as we ~dged along,
plies, found and opened an arms ..chesf and
took out two _electr<>.;auto~atic pistols. E was older than Venus, a mature world
Running to catch up with her, I pushed and habituated and fit for full .fife. Venu~,
one pistol info' her hands." after all, was in the making, and ~not ready
'1<eep this," I begged. ''Keep it out of or hospitable as yet, even after all the cen..
sight, if you want to, but keep il If you turies of grim, contrived human existence.
never need it, so much the better.~ there. Almost as bad, perhaps, as worn-
She thrust it into her belt-.1muuch. out, senile Mars. But Earth-we bel011ged
-What I'm bringing," she said, · are the here, Mur.ray and I. We and our peopl_c
things really worth offering. Medid~es. should never have left. These other people.
Giemical agents far tests and sterilizing had managed. They were better than we.
12 WEIRD TALES
because ~hey' d stayed and seen it through, was a high hill, several hundred feet ·as I
profited by mistakes. Ju~ge~, not difficult climbing· in any single
They hadn,t, I thought, failed to pro.tit point, but sustained effort. We were both
by the mistake of- too much civilization. panting ·a little when we came to the top.
The· iron age they lived ~n-.it isn't as The top levelled off, and there were
though they needed thousands upon thou- rocks around us, big ones singly and
sands of years to work up to that. They'd smaller on~s in heaps, nowhere higher than
achieved the iron age, out of the wreck ~y ..head. No people, and no sign of them,
of their former civilization after the war, except· a mark of black cinders and gray
and sensibly levelled off .there. The fron ashes where a fire had been, and a stack of
age, the classic age-out of an iron age wood, some of it broken into lengths, some
had come "the Iliad, the Ten Command- of it chopped into lengths.
ments, the legends of the Round Table, a· uThey've seen us coming!" cried Marna
million good things that the machine age Murray· in self-accusation. ·~They've run
had no time to emulate or even imitate. away from their own fireplace:·
We were at the foot of the hills. We .And there was a tear in her eye, caught
had passed a couple of other veget~ble by the last gleam of the sinking sun. We'd
)~~~d~, #l<l ~L.~~~ <?f_!~em we had stopped been all. day making the 'journey.
and plucked vegetafiles~ · -eatiiig~thenf raw-= .s:~ . ~~'If=they~ve=retreated, "':'w~ . . can. .hardl1~ JQ~~=
and tasty for the noon meaL Now it was low them as it gets darker," I said, feeling
afternoon, and the grounded space ship let down, the way she did. HLet's eat. I
far away toward the sea was only a tiny brought· provisions."
dull-glowing thumb of metal. Wickiarn, if "But first," said Marna Murray, "let's
he were there, woUld be too small to see. build up their fire for them. "Build it up
We didn#t look for hiin. We_ started to big and bright and cheerful. Maybe they'll
climb the nearest and lowest hill, and after see it,. and think that some of their ·party · is
a while we found a worn, hard-tramped here, · and is· signalling for them _to <;ome
trail that led us knowledgeably up in tl:ie back."
best way. \Ve topped the hill, and there ··How do .you build a fire?" I asked, . for
was nothing but the trail down the other I ·didn't .know. ra. never had a. fire: to
side, across a little dip, and up the 'larger build in all rriy life on Venus, where
hm · b~yond, toward -the summit of the everything is touch-button and lever-
saw-toothed range. -switch.
"The .first thing to do,'~ said Marna ''You .find out,.. said Marna Murray,
.l\furray, who seemed to be giving us the and laughed at me. _
orders, but gentle, pleasant orders, none We had -a time · of it. Our first two at·
of Wic.kram's sharp-and,.no-nonsense style; tempts were failures. Then I came back
"is to build their fires for them. Show that a bit from the fron age, producing ~ pel-
they caa have fires by day l~ght, like honest, let from the electro-automatic m~gazine,
natural people. After that, see if they can laying it on a flat piece of wood ~nd care~
understand us." fulJy crushing down with ano_ther. It burst
I did. touch my pistol, stuck down- in the into explosive flame, of course, and M1:1rn.a
waistband of my elascoid trousers, but I Murray was ready with other bits of ~ood~
felt guilty at mistrusting our new friends That start was soon able to take caie of
in advance. For a moment~ I wondered if anything we cared to give it. It mastered
some of them-sages or mystics~ . might sticks and chunks .o.f fuel, smowdering .up
not be able to read minds, and would dis- ·and then darting up tongues of flame that
trust people who came smiling among crackled and rattled. The darkness was
them with concealed weapons. ~ contem- settling and thickening in ar~uod us, ~ut
plated throwing the gun away, but I didn't. that- fire of ours drove it back with vigor·
We wen~ down~ill along _the trail, and ous driving strokes of ric~ ._red_light. ~11 at
then uphdJ, upbJU for nearly an hour. It once I w1d~rstood t_h e ancient enthusiasms..
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as expressed in classic poetry, for the open "Look out, 'Marna,·~ I said softly., and
wood fire. It meant comfort, protection, set my hand on the butt of the . gun.
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comradeship, rest, relaxation, jollity. "They-
HThey'll certainly see that/' prophesied ·They- looked like rats, I thought. I saw
Marna Mur~ay. "They'll see it, and under· that the round heads had upcocked wide
stand." · ears and sharp, front-jutting muzzles and
She sat down, cross·legged, and beamed no chins at all. The only ·hair on them
at me. I beamed· back at her. I was glad .seemed to ·be. bristly mustache whiskers,
of her company. I was almost sorry for fanning -out to either side. There were a
Wickram, without his two subordinate hu- dozen of them ringed around us, and more
man beir)gs to carry out his orders arid slipping into sight from openings under
make him feel commanding and masterful. the rock-piles. They seemed to move on
I broke out rations, and we divided them, all fours or upright with equal rea:diness.
~arna Murray and I: We found them deli- They were closing in the circle they,d
cious. We relaxed. For a little while we drawn around our fire. Once or twice a big
forgot what we were there for-I, at ieast, one ch~ttered, and seemed to be directing
didn't care whether the settlers on the hill 'the others.
came back to us or not. Marna Murray I thought of rats because I knew what
sang a little. After a time she said, "Look rats looked like. Rats were the only ani-
over on the next hill, Simon . ., mals, other than _selected domestic species,
She hadn't called me Rqper. I looked, that had made the space ..ship . jump from
and I saw another fire over there. Earth to Venus in the <;>ld days, and they
"It must be a sort of a signal back to had bred, develope·d. and multiplied there,
w," said Marna Murray. But they're still shrewd, rugge~ and stubborn. Where some
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shy and timid, aren't they?" of the domestic types had died out com-
.. They seem to be staying away,,, I pletely .. and the otJlers b~come weak. scarce
agreed, and at that moment there was a strains, the rats had mad~ good on Venus.
sort of harsh, c;reaky rustling. We both Marna ·Murray had the same thought.
'looked ·in that direction. A loqg, slender I heard her say, "Rats," in a. horror-
body lifted itself, ..within the outer .ring hushed voice, I asthey closed in.
of the firelight. I drew my gun and pointed it, a.t the
uA man!" cried Marna Murray. .bigg~t oI the creatures, but I reckoned
But· it wasn't a man. without some of his companions. They
were upon .me so fast that it was like being
HE body was a lo~g one, rusty pink hit by huge, flying raindrops-filthy rain-
T and bald looking,. A head was set on drops, that smelled like sweat and spoiled .
top of it without benefit of-neck, and short, meat. A pair of arms grabbed my right
crooked arms moored to either side with- arm, sharp nails dug through my elascoid
out benefit of shoulders. It would have been sleeve. Another weight fastened itself to
as tall as I am if the legs hadn't been short my back, another around my legs. Down I
and crooked, too. The· thing's height . . was went in a heap.
mostly body, an.cl it stood, perhaps, as tall Marna Murray screamed, and rushed.
as my armpi_t. The head was roundt and in Hei:_ gun was out, too, and working. She
the ..firelight gleamed its two eyes, cold green. poured explosive pellets .into the creatures
Its mouth was open and toothy, and out of that swarmed over me, knocking them loose
the mouth came the creaky rustling sound. from me. One, another; a third- . and then
I j~pe~ up from where I'd been sit- her gun worked no more. She'd squeezed
ting :,eside Marna Murray. At that another down the trigger and .fired charge after
creaky rustling s-0und broke out behind .me, charge until they we:re all ~one. Nexl
in answer to the first, and other long· mom~nt, they had her, too.
bodied .things came slinking in from all .. Simon!" she called out. to her orilv
aroui1d us. friend on that whole 'Yorld, and I· tried tc•
14 WEIRD TALES
struggle frer and help her. Next moment knew ~QW to build on, as I didn•t. First
I was hit somewhere on the head, and the a handful of small, dry twigs, then some
firelight faded from in front of my eyes. short pieces of thicker wood, and then a
I wakened to find myself bound tightly. sort of criss-cross of stubby pi~ces th~t
Who~er had tied me up knew the tie-up would make a hot, concentrated blaze, like
business. Not oniJ my arms and legs, out a-
my neck and heels and thumbs and toes ''Cooking fire;· breathed Marna, almost
were lashed and -swathed with lines. I lay too softly for me ·to catch.
with my back again.st a big stone, and in When the fire was going, the two 'Yho
the light of the fire I saw Marna, also ~ad made it conferred in _their snickering
tied and helpless, against another stone language. One of them reached out his
facing me. Her hair was mussed into a claw-fringed paw, and a neighbor put a
tangle, her jersey and slacks were torn, and knife into it, the knife I had left for a
her eyes were wide and blank. present at the vegetable field. I .saw the
t•Marna,., I ·said. paw dose around the ·handle of the knife.
"Hello, Simon," she said back. All It was only a paw, with no thumb or any·
around us sounded the rustli_ng voices of thing that served for a thum~lumsy, in
~E.r taEtors. "We ,were wrong, weren't we? a vyay, but skilful in another, with a palm
About tl-iese- lords~ aria -masters =ar-- Mother= all ·gray=pallid=where~the- skin=of=the-=baGk;=·
Earth." like the skin of the rest of the creatl,Jre,
"What are they?'~ I asked, because won.. was rusty pink;. The creature teste·d the.
der and mystery dominated evezy- other point of his ~mife on the palm of the other
matter in my mind. -paw. He took hold of the knife poi.nt, and.
"Rats,,, said Marna. 'T.ve studied evolu~ appeared to be delight~d with the w~y the
tion, Simon. You know about the rays and blade curved a~d sp~ng. ~en he moved
split at~ms · and ~;i.Ich things turned loose toward· Marna, and -b~nt. above her ancJ
in that destroying war? Radiation can make lifted the knife.
changes· in adaptations and tendencies of Just ·then a bright little glow showed in
creatures. Whatever was to liv~ througJr his side, like the striking of ~~ electJ;o-
tjle catastrophe. would be altered into the automatic pellet, and he spun around and
sort o( rnonst~r that cou~d survive. Rats-· ·dropped into slack stillness.
what else are these things?" You should have heard .the skir_ling and
"But they act like men-'' I said. rattling chorus of their voices. The other
"They've developed. Th~ changes the fire-maker-it was a female, maybe the
war made in the world's condition, and two fire-makers were mates-ran to the
the meeting of necessity by nature. And body and stooped to touch it. A glow ex-
what humanity left behind it-gardens, pl oded in the Center of .her low, ·back-
tools-" · slanting forehead, brighter -~an the fire,
That was all we had time to say. They and she slumped across the first to fall.
saw we were awake, and they came about The others began to mill and howl.. One
u~ again. Some crouched as they moved, of the biggest poi~ted to me, and a louder
others craned over the· shoulders of the howl went up. Several made at me, ~s if
crouchers. I was stunned and n~auseated by they thought I'd struck dowp. their friends.
their ring of sharp muzzles and glowing I hadn't, I couldn't-I was tied like a
ey~s, and the smell of them, which I can't package. I couldn't defend myself if they
d~cribe in ·any terms. They were snicker.. t.r ied to do anything, and they were going
ing and chattering to each other~ to try. The nearest of ·them flashed out his
"What will they do to us?" quavered talon-fringed paws, and then I ,heard the
Marna. solid plop of a. striking missile. He · was
.l was · making a guess to myself about down. Another was down, another. The
that. A C!)~ple_ of them~ were, building a nigh_t was torn and riven with the screan;i·
fire. It wa·s skilfully built~ .that fire-they ing of their many voices.
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They didn't understa_nd. Death had let the things stay where you dropped
come among them. It struck them .down them. Lo~d up again; Marna." He paused
at ~eYery movement they made toward us. and stooped down to examine ·one of the
All that was comprehensible about that bodies. "Amazing. Yet, once you accept
destruction was that it came to def end us. the idea, quite Logical. The race of the
They shrank away, all but one that might rats was bound to come through even the
have been a chief. He was plucky, I'll give worst of catas~rophes, and develo~ext
him tha.t. He stooped and picked up the to humanity, rats are perhaps best fitted
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fallen dagger. to conquer and rule-
What he was going to do with it we "How did- you . get herer' I asked him.
could 'never tell, for his paw burst into "Followed you two deserters, of course.
ruddy explosfoo as an electro-automatic As it got to be dusk, I lost sight of your
pellet struc~ it. And before he had the tracks, and went up a trail to another hill-
chance to look down and see what made top where there weren't any of 'these rat
him drop the ·knife, another explosion folk. From there I saw what was happen·
bloomec! in the center of his breast and ing on this hill, by. the firelight. 1 had a
dropped him like a churik of mud. · telescopic finde~·sight on my rifle," and he
That was enough for the others. They held it ou~ to us ... I could pick them off
turned and ran in all directions. As some as I pleased, and J injected a little drama
of them ran· in one direction by chance, into it for their benefit. Let them fall as
they wilted and tumbled dead, and the if fate had overtak~n, ·them. In a way, fate
others went the opposite way. They pulled had-in my person. Sjmple, eh?"
out of there, off of the -hill. W ~ stayed Simple, yes, when Wickram was there
alone, b~und and helpless as we were; we to do it. He motioned to us.
bad to stay alone, with the fire that had· · "Back home ·we go. That bunch of gen-
been stoked up to cook us, and the corpses try was startled away f~om ·you, but they'll
of those -horrid µnguessable creatures that get up their courage and come back. Head
had been about to· have a bite of us. down the hill, Roper, and keep your eyes
We were motionless and silent for what open and your pisfol ready. The~ you,
seemed hours, but was probably minutes. Murray. I'll bring up the rear:·
Then fe~ came scampering into hearing, We departed from the hill in the order
and a dark, tall figure popped into yiew. he had set up. And Wickram had been
Wickram was there, rifle in one hand, his right. I suppose that rats, who hadn't come
dagger in the other, cutting our bonds. down to us as traditionally courageous ex-
cept when cornered, had de:veloped their
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fools, Wic~ram said to us, resolution during . those centuries as lords
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without heat,, only contempt. You of creation. We could hear them skirl ing
two star-gazing, dream-driven fools. Lie and chattering to each otper. As we made
quiet, Roper, so that I can rut you loose. it through the darkness to the top of the
Nothing would do but the best, eh? You next hill, with the level land beyond, the
wanted a paradise on this Earth, and you moon came up. By its light, we saw dis-
thought you'd get what you wanted." tant. figures fringing the heights we had
"Get Marna out. of this," I said, trying left. Wickram- lifted his rifle, but did not
to keep my voice from shaking. '"Get her touch the trigger·.
out-don't mind me-·· "No, let them come a little closer,·" he
'Tve already set her free," said Wick- said. "Close enough to feel they threaten
ra.m, "but it's info'rming to h~ar you talk our escape. Then when a few of them die,
like that about her. The bureau boys who it'll look like a fairly explicit warning.
tried to get you together knew what they We can't kilJ them all, and the ones who
were doing, after all." are ~till alive must learn to be afraid of
He stooped and picked up my fallen us."
p·i$tol, then Marna's~. "Here you are. They "Of us thre~ hwrian beings!" cried
16 WEIRD TALES
Marna incredulously, looking back .. ·There He lowered the muzzle of his rifle and let
were hundreds of the rat folk. it spit a burst of pellets. They glo~ed and.
"Of us .three human beings,'' agreed exploded in the soil, and· the hole made
Wickram bleakly. "We've -got- ~o hold itself visible. Thrusting· his weapon down
them .off until more of us arrive to take m_ore closely into this 9penio.g," Wickram
care of them. This isn't the sort of recog- p6ured a longer, more concentrated series
nizable war we could fight with other men. of shots into it. We heard a sudden chorus
We can't make compromises_ or treaties-· of chattering screams, which ahrup.tly
we inust wipe them out, or be wiped out ceased. '
ourselves.'' "Th~ill not be any advance guard to
We reached the level ground, ~nd press our retreat," said Wickram, and
moved away with what speed we could staggered a little.
maKe tow~r.d the . distant point where our .. You're hurt," said Marna.·
ship was located. "Whatever that cursed beast threw
It wasn't a straight journey, _n or a quiet nicked my arm-not deeply, but it made
one. me feel faint." ·
'The rat folk came down out of the hills _
behind us, though they did not try to press I PICXED up something from beside the
' u·s· any·to-o-aose:~Tliey . aiCln't=feel~tliey pa.a~~= ·--corpse· I haa=--first-struek. It was"-·a-simple~-
to, because of what we were to find up piece of wood, shaped like an L. In the
ahead, at the vegetable patches. .shorter arm 'Yas a socket, and. in the socket
Moving in. advance of the others, I a . sh.art, heavy dart which was equipped
found it first. ~ _It was heralded by some- with a metal _tip.
thing that sang shrilly past my · ear, a uLike the old throwing sticks of ancient
missile. I heard Wickram grunt behind savages," said Marna. L(A skil~ul user can
~e, the missile had. hit him. Then, moving double the force of his · ~ast with it. Let's
toward us in--·the gloom, came a skir~ish ·look at your wound, .Captain.·~
line ·of rat folk. She turned on a .· radium . Bash. Wick-
One of them . lifted his paw, with some- ram~s sleeve was torn, and· blood s~eaked
. thing in it. l aimed by guess in the dark· · it, but ~e wound on his forearm ..w~s, as
ness, and my pellet struck and. lighted up he had said, .no more than a nick.
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his sharp, low-browed face with its ex- "On to our base/ he scolded. "TID: no
plosion. Marna .fired, almos~ over my weakling to be fussed over."
shoulder, and knocked down another. I We kept moving, though not very fast.
aimed at a _third, a fourth, and ·both my Once or twice Wickram called out harshly
shots told.. The cr~tur~s wavered before for us to slow down~. Back beyond him we
iµ;, . retreated and at the sao;ie .ti.me bunched had the awareness, . ~ough none too clear
together. They seemed to sink into the a view, of those rat folk, tomiQg after us
ground, like wisP,5 of heayy vapor. in a large ai:id fairly well cont,oll~d forma-
"Rush them/' Wickram WaS rommand- tion. They ·kepf their_ distance, l:>ut not too
ing. He sounded as if he had clenched his furtively. It was as if they were coming
teet~. Mama and I obeyed; in time tb see a.long to watch something. .
a sort of trapdoor qosing down on a hole. Which is exactly what they . were co~-
So the rat folk ·had dens, cleverly dis- ing along to do.
guised, n.ear their vegetab~e . patches, and Those of them that ·had popped up at
st~yed in ili:em during the ·daylight-that the vegetable patch might ha~e. -warned us,
solved the mystery that had perplexed but Marn~ and. I weren't me~tal like Wick-
Wkkram ~d -- me· the day before. I ram, and Wickram was suffering with that
prodded the place with my foot. It sounded sup·er.ficial but 'pa.i riful wound. Wt; moved
hollow when I atamped, but I couldn"t doser to our base and closer. Jt _ took sev·
make out any ·way to open it. eral hours, and dawn was pretty nearly;
"Let me," said. Wkkram, coming up. arrived as we came up and in a few more
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moments would have ·headed in and been and when we looked hard in the moon-
lost. light we saw that all around our ship
But Wkkram stopped and reeled a little. swarmed rat folk.
Marna sprang back to him and steadied uWe're trapped between two forces,"
him by J1is elbow, and he ·cried out in. said Marna, and her voice was quiet but
pa~n. . too frightened to be desperate. "~hey've
"What is it?,. I demanded. "Your got us." .
wound?" "No, we've got . them,·~ Wickram
Marna turned on her flash, and we saw - snarled. "You two pull out and move side-
that his hand, wrist and forearm were wise, between the two parties, and get
swelled up like a loaf of synth~tic, all away toward the ocean. Let me go forward
angry red except at the wound. That was alone."
black. "Captain, I won't-" I began.
.. All right," said Wickram, still between "You'll ob~y orders, Roper," he in·
his clench_ed teeth. •'1 didn't want to drive formed me in a bur~_t of rage. uMove fast,
you two into hysterics. T~at dart__ that and take Marna with you. If you follow
grazed me a little while ago was poisoned. me, or even try to follow me, ru let you
Clever little hunt~ng creatures, aren't have a couple of . rounds· from this rifle. I
they.?" mean it. Start outr•
.. We've got to g~t to the ship," said He pulled· himself together, and fairly
Marna. "There'll be medkines--counter- ran toward the ship.
agents-" We paused and watched. To that ex-
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After all these hours,'' said Wic.kram~ tent, we disobeyed the last ·order he. ever
and now he sounded just 'weary and gentle, gave us.
'"I doupt if they'll help. Roper, I don't The rat folk seemed to be trying to get
know if you have any seniority over Mui'· the door of the ship open, but they paused
ray, but when r ni done for you'll com- and looked as Wickram approached. I saw
mand here. I think, all things being equal, him once, in a clear flash of moonlight-
a man's a better commander th~n a he had the rifle at his good shoulder, his
woman." good hand on the trigger, but the muzzle
uGet him ~o the ship," Murray said to drooping toward the ground. As he came
me, and we turned that way. But there at them, I could hear the whiz of darts in
was a rising flicker of sound from there, the air. Probably Wickram was hit once or
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twice, because he faltered, but 4id not zontal. They looked a3 If they were pray·
slacken his pace. He came quite close to ing. -
~ ~hip, wh~n . they spread out and moved Tha~ was it, they were praying. They~ d
m agam, as 1f to surround him. Then he seen a more unthinkable and terrible de·
pulled fhe ~rigge~, and the pellet struck struction of their fellow-beings than the
the ground m ~ re~ glo~ of explosion. one Wickram. had wr~mght with long·
~ll rpe ground around the ship was range rifle fire on "the hilltop .. Wha~ had
lurid -fire, µte:_color of blood-then blue, he said about it? The ones· who are stilt
green, pale yellow~ red ·again. . alive . must learn to be
af~aid of /!S. Well,
· Wickr~m must have spread his blaze tpat had come to them. Fear. They- had
signal powder for the third aQ~ ·finaJ be- seen a single .strange invader, surrouqded
fore dawn signal before he ·went after us. and doomed~ by overwhel~ing numbers,
It. was blin~ing, that field. of changing, simply take himself away in. a fou~tain· of
glaring ft~e, spr!luting- up "in an . area all many-colored fires, and · with him had gone
around· the s~ip for , m9ment ~fter -moment. every soul that had offered him ~y vio-
Whcri it died again, Marna and I were l~nce.
blinded. We held our eyes j~ our: hands They were beat~n. They crawled, they
,until~~we=could---look agai~.....,for Wiekram=-=-moaned';'"b-']:hey=pulled=oUt-=Of=there ·--·Marna=
and_. ·th_e rat fo~k. .. . and I wa~~hed them going, and then,' very
There w~n t any W1ckram, ~nd there suddet:?-ly, sh.e. .fainted. .
weren't any .rat.folk. We waited ·outside for the. ·dawn, . .and
waited all the next day, .and· ~he next night.
·THE blaze ·powd~r had whif(ed th~m all
.out of existence_ togethe~, .every mole-
In the morning,J that· followed, we found
·.thitjgs ~rought- close to . our base. Stacks of
cule· of thelli. Wickriun, _ with· death upon vegetables, ·. neatly arranged-<ar.tots, tur-·
him, had managed ~to destroy all·:. those nips, cabbage.s, beans. On top· of . the pile
dozens of ·enemies who had -dosed- in on l~y SOffi:ething w~ recogt?-ized, the belt an4 .
him. . - . knife-- I had left for them .to take .. three -
I 'yelled like an anima' myself, ·an.cl ran _nights· before. - .
toward the pl.ace.· Marna was behind me. "They want to make pe~ce.-~itJt ·~s,''
I realized that. _the other· rat-party was fol- said Marna. uBribe us. Buy ·:us .pff."· .-
lowing, more sfowly, _and quite silent. At ulf s a sort of pity they can~t/' I r.e ·
the ~ge. of the smoking area where the pljed. "I don't comprehend _: peace with
bl~e signal h~d ·gone· off, taking with it them. It's u~ or them, Marna. Jf they
so ~any living creatures/ I turned and fired don't come at ~s again,- _. -r~~n go after
into the ,foremost ranks of the rat folk. them... ·'
'They st~pped st!U~ a:nd . they .fell. For. ·"When our reenforcements - arrive,
one qazy iris~ant I -jmagined. that my single ~imon. n She looked at me. ~"Until. then,
pist<?l shot. had 'Stricken· them all ·dead. y9u and -I are the only_ reatities. ;,
'then, in the moonlight, l ~aw that I had .. ..you' re r_eality ~nough for· me, Marna."
n't. ri:iey were- alive, all righ~, but they .."And yo~ for "me."~ ,
were lying . on their faces. They began to We stopped _talki-:ig, because we had
make squnds, not trills and : snickers, but something more import~ht~· to _dQ for _the
moans. Prone and h~lpless-looking, they moment. When Marna took her ·face ~way
stretched out thejr pa~s to us. One· of them from ·mine, ·she said, "You ought to shave.
raised his· - .~gly pointed face, and· then Simon, 'ther~ . w~U have to be a: report of
shoved it back. down·-in the · sand. · all this.',
I _ m~ved -~ _toward them·, not cari~g · ~'When the others arrive, -and l ~ have
whether. J li•ed another second. - They time; I'll write one/' l ·sa:id.
moaned . .ancl. tried to crawl . away, back- Now that they' re arriving, I.-'· have writ·
wards. their-faces down, their, bodi~. hori- ten'. it.
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cJlneys
BY MANLY WADE WELLMAN
T THOSE words the three men io his heatvy shoulder at me, and finally at the
front of the country fiUing station tallest and oldest of the men. Mr. Beau was
fell quickly silent. Whether they thkk and glumly alert, like a toad; like the
were amused or shocked, I, for one, couldn't car-driving toad in that Wind in the Wil ·
tell. I just leaned back in the rear seat of lows story.. For some reason Terry herself
Mr. Beau Sawtelle~s sedan, where nobody had mentioned the story and told a piece of
could see me. Mr. Beau Sawtelle drummed it, ·right after .they'd seen me up the high-
his fat knuckles on the steering wheel. He way with my thumb stuck out, and stopped
looked at his blonde niece Terry, then over to give me a lift. Not that Mr. Beau -SS.w-
and handed her .some money. She slid·under ''Those men at th~ crossroads,,, she said.
the wheel, started the car again, and backed "They seem to be betting on whether we'll
and filled carefully a.round until she could last out the night here. •JC
head back the way we'd come. Mr. Beau un.. She stared, I listened. And Mr. Beau
rolled a canvas pup tent and another, and I gave his croaking toad-chuckle.
helped him pitch them side by side under ~·Mac," he called to me, "why don't you
the tall pines. He was active., for all his run back up there and take SOllCe oi that
heavy -bOOy and short, crooked legs. "These m~ey they want to bet."
trees are perfect for my ~e/' he kept 0
No, thank you kindly," I said, "I'll just
saying, as if I'd argued otherwise. stay here.u
I knew what his Pl.l~se was. He was a "If I wasn't so busy with trees," Mr.
government tree speciahst, and hard at work Beau went on, "I'd make a study of country
on the problem of longleaf pine cultivation. superstitions. Like the ~y C.arolina folks
The government sponsored it, bi~ lumber plant .by the full moon, and won't sit down
companies approved it. You cant always thirteen at a time, and beHeve in those de·
get longleaf pine to grow where it isn't na- vouring Pineys! rm surprised they know
tive, and it would mean plerity of lumber enotigh to lie down when they' re tired."
and money if it could be cultivated gen- «'Well, I'm tired;• said Ter.ty~ •and a
erally. .Mr. Beau Sawtelle was going to little nervous. I know enough to relax.•
camp here, in this specllilly informative She sat down with her back agaihst a pine
spot, and pry into the longleaf business with trunk.
the eye of a botanist and economist. ·you'll feel better when yoo've had some
After the tents were up, he scuffed supper," smiled Mr. Beau. He bustled with
through the carpet of needles and scooped a frying pan and a coffee pot while I built
earth into a pan, for tests with his pbrtab~ up the fue. It seemed cheerful as the gloom
laiboratory .equipment. ·Hope it stays clear ·gathered. We made a aood.ibumored meal
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tomorrow," he said, gazing upward. Isn't together, and sat arouncT the :fire afterward.
it ~g cloudy?» Ter.cy smoked a cigarette, and Mr. Beau did
"I think we' re just pretty much in the the talking.
shade," I told him. He told us all about pine trees. They're
"Help me gather wood, Mac,,. he d·i- old, old inhabitants, said Mr. Beau. Back
rected. We had to go quite a way for some, as far as Silurian times, he said, a good few
because of that swept-floor aspect of Piney' s million yeat"s, there were pines growing
Grove,. but in among the brushy wall thick- among the giant horsetail& and tree ferns,
ets we got two big man-1-0ads and brought with big crawfish and worms wriggling
it back. Then Terry drove into sight. She'd around their roots_, getting ready to turn into
fetched some paper bags full of food, and fish or snakes.
she'd f et.ehed a pale, drawn face, too. "Were there any Pineys then?" asked
"Or do 'hey slip ms1de hollow trees, with him so long, and I don't have. any rela-
like dryads?'' tives of my own. But-«ippose there were
uMaybe." . Pineys, and they had a king who went out
"Or just.vanish into thin air when they in disguise. Well, just take a look at Uncle
want to? I know. Mac-~ou're about to say Beau. His grotesque froggy look, his strange
maybe. I wish I could get out of the notion ways, his insistence that the Pineys are oQ!y
that they' re unvanishing themselves all a ghost story.,,
around us." ·~Doesn't he have an anti..P.iney job?"
"Why?" I asked. "Do you see anything I objected, ·
That might be p~ of it. Maybe the
0
that looks like a Pineyr .
king of the Pineys would get just the kind
HE shook her fair head vigorously. "No. of jbb Uncle Beau has. He'd be a pine tree
S I just-feel them near.- A sense of hate
and menace. But why 9hould Pineys be hos·
expert, so as to be next to all the plans of
humanity as regarded pifle trees. And he
tile to us, sup~ there were Pineys?. might pran to make a horrible ~pie of
We' re not here t& rut their trees, we' re here his young girl as-sistant-yes, and a decent·
to.study longled pines and see how to make seeming young hitch-hiker-by luring them
more of them grew•., into· a trap.~·
"That's it," I safd.. ''Grow more pines A~in she shuddered.
for the sake of the lumbering interests. 'Die "How do you figure the Pineys destroy
Pineys don't want that. If you grew a mil· human beings that crowd them too dose?" I
lion more pines, but cut one, it would liurt . . ed.
the Pineys as though you cut their flesh. ~I can ony lt h .
eonze. 1Jlllag1ne
··they
That's why they resent the plan." strangle or smother them, and drag them
She looked all around. u.My. reason says off to some hidden den-maybe into some
there can't be Pineys, but my blood keeps fourth dimension. What do they do with
tunning cold. If I believed in them, lilce human victims?"
ygu, I might be less jllmpy." I smiled again, and shook my head.
41
Perhaps," I agreed. "Can't tell you. All peo.ple say is that the
"You think the P.ineys know what we're victims of the Pineys disappear and never
ur to here? Oh, y~ there's that king of the show themselves again. But rm interested
Pineys. He goes out among human beings, in this notion of yours about Mr. Beau.
disguises himself as one of them and spies Would it be worth his while, as king of the
out what's happening. I could pick out a Pineys, to go to all that trouble getting his
logical suspect for king of the Pineys,. Mac. 0
expert job, and then trap only two ordinary
"Now you're beginning to believe in folks like you and me?"
thent." -·You see,. he'd vanish, too," said Terry.
"Oh, it gets easy to believe in creepy
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Go back to his Piney kingdom. The big
stories, here iii. Piney' s Grove at night. May.. pine tree expert would be mysteriously gooe,
be tomorrow rll laugti at all this, but right and nd>ody-'not even his girl assistant-
now I've been. figuring on who might be would be left to take over in his place or re·
their king:" port his findings. It would take some time
.. Me, pethaps?" And I smiled. for another expert to be trained. And it
.Again she shaok her head. ·~o, you're ~ight be the Piney king again, in another
too normal." She leaned forward and whis- oisguise instead of the froggy form of
pered. Uncle Beau."
0
Uncle Beau. Don't you agree that there's a
I glanced toward his tent. I could hear lot of logic in the idea?"
him snoring. uYes, I conceded, uquitc a lot."
11
"If that's your theory, you:d be pleading Her smile was less nervous. 'Tm feeling
guilty to ielationship-t.o Piney l)lood, .. , I better. It's because I'v~ been talking myself
half-teased her. out; Mac. You, re a big comfort, sitting
1
T m not his real niece, Mac. I only call there so calm and cheerful. I'm almost !'eady
him Uncle Beau. _You see, I've worked to crawl into my tent and go ;o sleep."
THE PINEYS 33
"I wouldn't ·just now, Miss Terry," I of his tent. That same moment the nearest
said. Pineys had him, the wa.y big shaggy ants
might pile 011 top of a.. beetle. They had
T
HE side road became a rutted track Thunstone was at home in woods, or in
through the pines, and the track wilder places.
became a trail. John Thunstone re- He had dressed roughly for this expedi-
flected that he might have known his car tion. He had no intention of appearing be-
would not be able to travel the full distance, fore the Sandhill woods people as a tailored
and in any case a car seemed out of place and foreign invader. So he wore corduroys,
in these ancient and uncombed woods. A a leather jacket that had been cut for him
lumber wagon would be more in Keeping; from deer hides of his own shooting, and
or a riding mule, if John Thunstone were a shabby felt hat. His strong-~oned, trim·
smaller and lighter, a fair load for. a mule. mustached face was sober and watchful. It
He got out of the car, rolled up the win- did not betray excitement, or any advance
dows, and locked the door. Ahead of him on the wonder he expected to feel when he
a path snaked through the thickets, narrow finished his quest. In his big right hand he
but well marked by the feet of nobody knew carried a walking stick of old dark wood.
how many years of tramping. "Yep, yep,'' the courthouse loafers at the
He set his own big feet upon it. His town back on the paved road had answered
giant body moved with silent grace. John his questions. "Lill Warran-that's her
28
•.. Already she'd been buried
twice over, and dug
uP_. both times.
Thou fellest in love with the herdsman its shape square against the rising moon and
Who ever scattered grain for thee, fired.
And daily slaughtered a kid for thee; Next day, Lill Warran was found dead
Thou smotest him, . on the foot path leading to her own home,
Turned him into a wolf..•• and her heart was shot through.
Of course, there'd been a sheriff deputy
"It didn't prove nothing," Farrell was down. Taylor Howatt was able to claim it
protesting. uOnly that she was easy to fall was accidental. The people had gathered at
in love with and hard to keep." Lill's cabin, and there they'd found stuff,
"What did she live on?" asked Thun- they said. One claimed a side of bacon he
stone. HDid her family have anything?" said had hung in his smoke house. And
"Shucks, no. She was orphaned. She lived another found a book.
by herself-they've burned the cabin now. ..Book?" said John Thunstone quickly.
People said she knew spells, so she could For books are generally interesting proper-
witch meat out of smokehouse into her pot, ties in stories like the story of Lill Warran.
witch meal out of pantries onto her table." "I've been told about it by three folks
'Tve heard of people suspecting that of who swore they seen it," replied Parcell.
witches," nodded Thunstone, careful to keep "Me myself, I didn't see it> so I hold I ain't
his manner sympathetic. It's an easy story
H called on to judge of it.',
to make yourself believe." · "What did. those three people tell you
"I never believed it, not even when-" about it?"
Parcell told the climax of the sorry, eerie "Well-it was hairy like. The cover all
tale. It had happened a week ago. It had hairy and dark, like the skin of a black
to do with a sifver bullet. bear. And inside it had three parts."
"The first part," said Thunstone, uwas
"'(;10R silver bullets are sure death to de- written with red ink on white paper. The
.I' mons, and this was known to a yollng second part, with black ink on red paper.
man by the name of Taylor Howatt, the And the third, black paper, written on
latest to flutter around the fascinating flame with-"
that was Lill Warran. His friends warned '~You been talking to them other folks!"
him about her, and he wouldn't listen. Not accused Farrell, half starting up.
Taylor! Not until there was prowling "No. Though I heard the book men~
around his cabin by something that whined tioned at the court house. Ifs just that I've
and yelped like a beast-varmint-a wolf, heard of such books before. The third part
the old folks would say, except that wolves of the book, black paper, is written on with
hadn't been seen in those parts since the white ink that will shine in the dark, so
old frontier days. And Taylor Howatt had that it can be read without light."
glimpsed the thing once or twice by moon· ~'Then them folks mo9tlng me heard
light. It was shaggy, it had pointy ears and what you heard about the like of the book.
a pointy muzzle, but it stood .up on its two They made it up to vex my soul/'
legs, part of the time at least. "'Maybe," agreed Thunstone, though he
·~The werewolf story, " commented Thun- doubted that the people of the Sandhills
stone, but Farrell continued. brush would have so mum knowledge of
Taylor Howatt knew what to do. He had classical and rare grimoires ... Go on. "
an oid, old deer rifle, the kind made by The way Farrell had heard the book ex-
country gunsmiths as long back as the War plained, the first part-.ted ink on white
with the North. He had the bullet mould, paper-was made up of rather simple
too, and he'd melted down half a silver charms, to cure rheumatism or sore eyes,
dollar and cast him a bullet. He'd loaded with one or two more interesting spells
the deer rifle ready, and listened for several that concerned the winning of love or the
nights to the howls. When the thing came causing of a wearisome lover to depart.
peeking close to an open window, he caught The second, the black ink on red, had the
34 WEIRD TALES
charm to bring food from the stores of or if anybody says different I'll argue with
!leighbors, as well as something that pur· something more than a law book. Did I do
ported to make the practition~r invisible, wrong, mister?"
and something else tha:t aided in the con· "Not you," said Thunstone. •tyou did
struction of a mirror in which one could what your heart told you.''
see far away scenes and actions. 'Thanks. Thank you kindly. Like you
"And the black part of the book?" asked said, I do feel better for talking it over."
Thunstone, more calmly than he felt. Parrell rose. urm going to set up that
c'Nobody got that far." stone."
0
"Good, said Thunstone thankfully. He Thunstone helped him. The weight of
himself would have thought twice, and the slab taxed their strength. Parrell drove
more than twice, before reading the shiny it into the sand at the head of the grave.
letters in the black third section of such a Then he looked to where the sun was sink-
book. ' ing behind the pines.
uThe preacher took it. Said he locked it "You won't be getting back away from
in his desk. Next day it was gone. Folks here before it's dark and hard to pick the
think it went back to Satan himself." way. I'll be honored if you stopped here
Folks might not be far wrong, thought tonight. Not much of a bed or supper do-
Thunstone, but did not say as much aloud. ings, but if you'll so be kind-''
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"Thank you, said Thunstone, who had
DARRELL'S voice was wretched as he been wondering how to manage an over·
L .finished his narrative. Lill Warran had night stay.
had no kinsmen, none who would claim They entered the f root room of the little
her body at least. So he. Parrell, had claimed cabin. Inside it was .finished in boards, rough
it-bought a coffin and paid for a plot in sawn but evenly .fitted into place. There
Beaver Dam churchyard. He and an under· was an old table, old chairs, a very old
taker's helper had b~n alone at the burying cook stove, pans hanging to nails on the
of Lill Warran. walls. Parcell beckoned Thunstone to where
uSince nobody wanted to be Christian, a picture was tacked to a wall.
11
nothing was said from the Bible at the It's her," he said.
burying," Parrell told Thunstone. ul did say The photograph was cheap, and some
a little verse of a song I remembered, I slipshod studio artist had touched it up
always remembered, when I thought of her. with colors. But Thunstone could see what
This is what it was." sort of woman Lill Warran had been. The
He half·crooned the rhyme: picture was half length, and she wore a
snug dress with large flower .figuring. She
"The raven crow is a coal, coal black, smiled into the camera, with the wide full
The jay is a purple blue, · mouth of which he had heard. Her eyes
If ever I forget my own fair love, were slanting, mocking, and lustrous. Her
Let my heart melt away like dew." head .was proud on .fine shoulders. Round
and deep was the bosom into which a silver
Thunstone wondered how old the song bullet had been sent by the old deer rifle
was. "Then?" he prompted. of Taylor Howatt.
"You know the rest. The morning after, uYou see why I loved her," said Farrell.
they tore her up out of the grave and .Bung 'cl see," Thunstone assured him.
her in my yard. 1 found her lying near to
my doorstep, the one I ji:tst now cut for
her gravestone."' Parrell nodded toward
where it lay. .,I took her and buried her
P ARRELL cooked for them. There was
com bread and syrup, and a plate of
rib meat, hearty fare. Despite his sorrow,
ag~n. And this morning it was the same. Farrell ate well of his own cooking. When
There she lay. So let them all go curse. I the meal was finish~ Farrell bowed and
buried her yonder, and yonder she'll stay, mumbled an old country ble§ing. They
THE LAST GRAVE OF I.lLL WARRAN 35
offered Farrell.
0
You needn't bother for me," Thun-
stone said, but Farrell opened a battered
old wooden chest and brought out a quilt,
another. As he spread them out, Thunstone
recognized the ancient and famous patterns GET long wear from the totigh materials and
of the quilt work. Kel;ltucky Blazing Star, rugged sewing that go into Blue Bell w0rk
that was one of them. Another was True clothes. Blue Bell dungarees are cut full IO
Love Fancy. they don't bind. They're Sanforized, and
..My old mamma made them," Pauell keep their roomy, comfortable fit as long aa
-you wear them. Reinforced with no-scratch
informed him. copper rivets. Plenty of pockets.
Parrell folded the quilts into a pallet Blue Bell Sanforized chambray shirts are
along the wall. "Sure you'll be all right? cut to body contour for comfort, and topped
You won't prefer to take my bed." by a dress·type collar for good looks. For out-
"rve slept a lot harder than what you're atanding value in all kinds of work clothes,
look for the Blue Bell Qualitag, which
fixing for me," Thunstone quickly assured cuaranteeayou the best made, best fitting WOl"k
him. clothes you can ·b uy-« your money back!
They sat at a table and talked. Parcell' s BLUI 81LL, .._, 93 Worth It., Rew York 13
thoughts were still for his lost love. He wono·1 ua&nr r1ooucra OF wou cLorHH
36 WEIRD TALES
s~ke of her, earnestly, revealingly. Once that once in a while, but not lots. Folks
or twice Thunstone suspected him of trying would rather hear the old songs-things
for poetic speech. they know, like Arkansaw Traveller and
u I would look at her," said Parr~ll, "and Fire In the Mountains. I generally play my
it was like hearing, not seeing.'' own stuff to myself, alone here in the eve-
"Hearing what?" · nings.•• Parcell laid down the instrument.
"Hearing-well, more than anything else uMy fiddle's kept me company, sometimes
it was like the sound of a fiddle, played at night when I wished Lill was with me."
prettier than you ever heard. Prettier than "Did you ever know," said Thunstone,
I can ever play." •cwhy we have so many fiddles in the Amer·
Thunstone had seen the battered fiddle- ican cowitry localities?"
case on a hand-hewn shelf beside the door "Never heard that I recollect."
of the rear room which was apparently "In the beginnings of America," Thun-
Parrell' s sleeping quarters, but he had not stone told him, u frontier homes were lone·
mentioned it. .. Suppose you play us some- ly and there were wild beasts around.
thing now," he suggested. Wolves, mostly...
Farrell swallowed. "Play music? With her "Not now," put in Parrell. "Remember
lying out there in her grave?" that craey yarn Taylor Howatt told about
uShe wouldn't object, if she knew. Play- shootfug at a wolf, and there hasn't been a
ing the fiddle gives you pleasure, doesn't wolf around here since I don't know when."
it?'. "Maybe not now, but there were wolves
Parcell seemed to need no more bidding. in the old days. And the strains of fiddle
He rose, opened the case, and brought out music hurt the ears of the wolves and kept
the fiddle. It was old and dark, and he them away.''
tuned it with fingers diffidently skilful. "There may be a lot in what you say,"
Thunstone looked at him. "Where did you nodded Parrell, and put his instrwnent back
get it? The fiddle, ·I mean." into its box. ..Listen, rm tired. I've not
~'Oh, my granddaddy inherited it to me. slept fit for a dog these past six nights. But
I was the onliest grandboy he had cared to now, with you here, talking sense like you
learn." have-" Parrell paused, stretched and
uwhere did he get it?" yawned. ulf it's all right with you, I'll go
"I don't rightly know how to tell you sleep a while."
that. I always heard a foreigner fellow- uGood night, Parrell,,, said Thunstone,
! mean a sure-enough foreigner from Eu- and watched his host go into the rear room
rope or some place, not just somebody from and close the door.
some other part of the country-gave it to
my granddaddy, or either traded it to him."
Thunstone knew something about violins,
and judged that this one was ~orth a sum
THEN Thunstone went outside. It was
quiet and starry, and the moon rose,
half of its disk gleaming pale. He took
that would surprise Parrell, if no more from. his pockets the roots of John the
than mentioned. Thunstone did not men- Conqueror, placing one on the sill above
tion any sum. He only said, uPlay some- the door, another above the front window,
thing, why not?" and so on around the shanty. Returning, he
Pa.rrell grinned, showing his lean teeth. entered the front room again, turned up
He tucked the instrument against his jowl the lamp a trifle, and spread out a piece
and played. He was erratic but vigoroos; of paper. He produced a pen and began
with training, he might have been brilliant. to write:
The music soared, wailed, thundered, and
died down. uThat was ~teresting," said My Dear de Grandin:
Thunstone. "What was it?" I know your own investigations kept
''JuSt something I sort of figured out for you from coming here with me, but I
myself," said Parrell apologetically. "I do wonder if this d!ing isn't more interest·
THE LAST GRAVE OF ULL WARRAN 37
ing, if not more important, than what have guessed the truth they have failed
you chose to stay and do in New Jersey. even to imagine: if Lill Warran was in-
The rumors about Lill Warran, as out- deed a werewolf-and the black section
lined to you in the letter I wrote this of the grimoire undoubtedly told her how
morning, are mostly confirmed. Here, to be one at will-if, I say, Lill Warran
however, are the new items I've uncov· was a werewolf . . .
ered: .
· Strong evidence of the worst type of Thunstone sat up in the chair, the pen in
grimoire. I refer to one with white, red his fingers. Somebody, or something, moved
and black sections. Since it's mentioned stealthily in the darkness outside.
in this case, I incline to believe there was There was a tapping whisper at the screen
one-these country folk could hardly Fos · Parrell had nailed over the window.
make up such a grimoire out of their Thunstone grimly forebore to glance. He
heads. Lill Warran, it seems, had a copy, made himself yawn, a broad hand covering
which later vanished from a locked his mouth-the reflex gesture, he meditated
drawer. Naturally! Or, super-naturally! as he yawned, born of generations past who '
Presence of a w~rewolf. One Taylor feared lest the soul might be snatched
Howatt was sure enough to make himself through the open mouth by a demon. Slow-
a silver bullet, and to use it effectively. ly he capped his pen, and laid it upon the
He fired at a hairy, point-eared monster, unfinished letter to de Grandin. He rose,
and it was Lill Warran they picked up stretched, and tossed aside his leather jacket.
dead. This item naturally suggests the He stopped and pretended to untie his shoes,
next. but did not take them off. Finally, cupping
Nobody knows the person or person.s his palm around the top of the lamp
who 111rned Lill Warran twice out of her ~imney, he blew out the light. He moved
grave. Most people of the region are to where Farrell had ~read the pallet of
rather smugly pleased at the report that quilts and lay down upon them. He began
Lill Warran wasn't allowed rest in con- to breathe deeply and tegularly. One hand,
secrat~d churchyard soil, and Pos Farrell, relaxed in its seeming, rested within an
grief-stricken, has buried her in his yard, inch of the sword cane.
where he intends that she will have The climax of the adventq.re was upon
peace. But, de Grandin, you will already him, he knew very well; but in the moments
38 WEIRD TALES
to follow he must possess himself with pallet, lying for a moment face down on
calm, must appear to be asleep in a manner the floor. He drew up one knee and both
to deceive the most skeptical observer. hands, and rose to his full height. In one
Thus determined, he resolutely relaxed, han~ he brought along the sword cane.
from the toe-joints up. He let h1s big jaw The pecking sound persisted as he slid
go slack, his big hanas curl open. He con· one foot along the rougli planks of the
tinued to breathe deeply and regularlf, like floor, praying that no creak would sound.
a sleeper. Hardest of all was the task of He managed a step, another, a third. He
conquering the swift race of heart and pulse, was at the door leading to the next room.
but John Thunstone had learned how to do His free hand groped for a knob. There
that, too, because of necess!ty many times was none, only a latch string. Thuns·t one
before. So completely did he contrive to pulled, and the door sagged silently open.
pretend slumber that his mind went dreamy He looked into a room, the dimness of
and vague around the edges. He seemed to which was washed by light from the moon
float a little free of the pallet, to feel aware- outside. In the window, silhouetted ~gainst
ness at not too great a distance of the gates the four panes, showed the outline of head
of dreamland. and shoulders. A tinkling whisper, and one
But his ears were tuned to search out of the panes fell inward, to shatter musically
sounds. And outside in the dark the un· on the boards below. Something had picked
known creature continued its stealthy round. away the putty. A dark ~m crept in, weav·
It paused-just in front of the door, as ing like a snake, to fumble at the catch. A
John Thunstone judged. It knew that the moment later the window was open, and
root of John the Conqueror lay there, an something thrust itself in, made the passage
obstacle; but not an obstacle that completely and landed on the floor.
ha.filed. Such an herb, to turn back what The moonlight gave him a better look
Thunstone felt sure was besieging the dark at the ·shape as it rose frO{ll all fours and
cabin, would need to be wolfbane or garlic: faced toward the cot where Pos Parrell lay,
or, for what grew naturally in these parts silent and slack as though he were drugged.
of the world, French lilac. John the Con· John Thunstone knew that face from
queror_,Big John or Little John, as wood· the picture in the room where he had slept.
land gatherers de.fined the two varieties- It had the slanted, lustrous eyes, the cloud
was only "used to win,.. and might not of hair-not clubbed, but hanging in a
assure victory. All it could do, c~rtainly, great thunder cloud on either side of the
was slow up the advance of the besieger. face. And the wide, full mouth did not
Under his breath, very soft and ve.ry low, smile, but quivered as by some overwhelm-
John Thunstone began to mutter a saying ing pulse.
taught him by a white magician in a far· "Post whispered the mouth of Lill War·
away city, half a prayer and half a spell ran.
against evil enemies: She wore a white robelike garment, such
"Two wicked eyes have overshadowed as is .put on dead women in that country.
us, but two holy eyes are fixed upon us; Its wide, winglike sleeves swaddled het
the eyes of Saint Dunstan, who smote and arms, but it fell free of the smooth, pale
shamed the devil. Beware, wicked one; be- shoulders, the fine upper slope of the bosom.
ware twice, wicked one; beware thrice . . •" Now as in life, Lill Warran was a forbid-
In the next room, Thunstone could hear dingly beautiful creature. She seemed to
sounds. They were sounds as of dull, care· sway, to float toward Parrell. .
ful pecking. They came from the direction _uyOU love me," she breathed at· him.
in which, as he had seen, was set the closed The sleeper stirred for the first time. He
casement window of Pos Parreir s sleeping
chamber.
With the utter silence he knew how
almost as though it beckoned her: Lill
ran winnowed to the very bedside.
w•
turned toward her,_ a hand moved sleepily,
to keep, Thunstone rolled from his "Stop where you are!" called John Thun-
THE LAST GRAVE OF LILL WARRAN 39
stone, and strode into the room, and toward the hands of a hypnotist. "You' re ·a toy for
the bed. me! I remember hearing a poem once: 'A
She paused, a hand on the blanket that fool there was-' " She paused, laughing.
covered Parrell. Her face turned toward uRemember the title of that poem?" he
Thunstone, the moonlight playing upon it. said, almost sweetly, and she screamed, like
Her mocking smile possessed her lips. the largest and loudest of bats, and leaped.
.. You were wise enough to guess most In that instant, Thunstone cleared the
of me," she said. uAre you going to be fool long silver rapier from its hiding, and, as
enough to try to stop what is bound to swiftly as she,. extended his arm like a:
happen?" fencer in riposte.
"You won't touch him," said Thunstone. Upon the needle-pointed blade, Lill War-
She chuckled. "Don't be afraid to shout. ran skewered herself. He felt the point slip
You cannot waken Pos Parrell tonight-not easily, smoothly, into the flesh of her bosom.
while I stand here. He loves me. He always It grated on a bone somewhere, then slid
loved me. The others loved and then hated. past and through. Lill Warran's body
But he loves-though he thinks I am slammed to the very hilt, and for a moment
dead-" she was no more than arm's length from
She sounded archaic, she sounded meas- him. Her eyes grew round, her mouth
ured and stilted; as though she quoted ill- opened wide, but only a whisper of breath
rehearsed lines from some old play. That came from it.
was in order, Thunstone knew . Then she fell backwarc:l, slack as an empty
.. He loves you, that's certain," agreed garment, and as Thunstone cleared his blade
Thunstone. "That means you recognize his she thudded on the floor and lay with her
helplessness. You think that his love makes arms flung out to right and left, as though
him your easy prey. Yo~ didn't reckon with crucified.
me." From his hip pocket Thunstone fished a
"Who are you?" handkerchief and wiped away the blood that
'cMy name is John Thunstone." ran from point to base of the silver weapon
Lill Warran glared, her lips writhed back. forged centuries before by Saint Dunstan;
She seemed as though she would spit. patron of those who face and fight crea-
'Tve heard that name. John Thunstone! tures of evil.
Shall I not dispose of you, right now and To his lip.s came the prayer engraved
at once, you fool?" upon the blade, and he repeated it aloud:
• "Sic pereant omnes inimici, tui, Domine.• .•
HE took a step away from the bed. Her So perish all thine enemies, 0 God."
S hands lifted, the winglike sleeves
slipped back from them. She crooked her
"Huh?" sleepily said Pos Parrell, and sat
up on his cot. He strained his eyes in the
fingers, talon fashion, and Thunstone saw dimness. "What you say, Mister? What's
the length and sharpness of her nails. happened?!,
Lill Warran laughed. Thunstone moved toward .the bureau,
.. Fools have their own reward. Destruc· sheathing his silver blade. He struck a
tionl" match, lifted the chii:nney from the lamp on
Thunstone stood with feet apart. The cane the bureau, and lighted it. The room filled
lay across his body, its handle in his right with the warm glow from the wick.
fist, the fingers of his left hand clasping Parcell sprang out of bed. "Hey, look.
around the lower shank that made a sheath. The window's open-it's broke in one pane.
ttYou have a stick,., said Lill Warran. Who done that?,,
"Do you think you can beat me away, like ''Somebody from outside," said Thun-
a dog?" stone, standing still to watch.
ctI do." Parrell turned and stared at what was on
"You cannot even move, John Thun- the floor. "It's Lill!" he bawled in a quivet-
..
stone!" Her hands weaved in the air, like ing voice...Sink their rotten souls to hell,
40 WEIRD TALES
they come dug her up again and throwed her here to you-walked or crept all the way.
in here!" Each time, again, she could move no more
Cll don't think so," said Thunstone, and :when it was dawn."
lifted the lamp. "Take a good look:· "Lill came to me!"
Moving, he shed light down upon the "You loved her, didn't you? That's why
quiet form of Lill W a.rran. Parrell knelt be- she came to you.''
side her, his trembling hands touching the
dark stain on her bosom.
"Blood!" he gulped. 'That's fresh blood,
Her wound was bleeding. right now. She
PARRELL
must
she
turned toward the house. ''And
have loved me,'' he whispered,
"to come to me out of the grave. Tonight,
wasn't dead down there in the grave!,. she didn't have so far to go. If she'd stayed
''No!·· agreed Thunstone quietly. "She alive-''
wasn't dead down there in the grave. But Thunstone started back to the house.
she's dead now." 'cDon't think about that, Parrell. She's cer·
Farrell examined her carefully, miserably. tainly dead now, and what she would have
0
Yes, sir. She's dead now. She won't rise up done if she'd stayed alive isn't for us to
no more." think about."
"No more," agreed Thunstone again. Parcell made no reply until they had once
"And she got out of her grave by her own more entered the front door and walked
strength. Nobody dug her up, dead or through to where Lill Warran lay as they
alive." had left her. In the light of the lamp
Parrell stared from where he knelt. Won- Thunstone carried her face was clearly d~
der and puzzlement touched his grief-lined, fined.
sharp-snouted .face. It was a calm face, a face at peace and
"Come out and see," invited Thunstone, a little sorrowful. Yes, a sweet f a.ce. Lill
and lifted the lamp from where it stood on Warran may not have looked like that in
the bureau. He walked through the front life, or in life-in-death, but now she was
room and out of the door. Parcell tramped at completely dead, she was of a gentle, sleep·
his heels. ing beauty. Thunstone could see how Par-
The night was quiet, with so little breeze rell, or any other man, might love a face like
that the flame of tho' lamp barely flickered. that.
Straight to the graveside Thunstone led "And she came to me, she loved me,"
Parrell, stopped there and held the lamp breathed Parrell again.
high over the freshly opened hole. "Yes, she loved you,•• nodded Thunstone.
Look, Parrell,., Thunstone bade him.
0
..In her own way she did love you. Let's
'That grav~ was opened from inside, not take her back to her grave...
outside.
0
Between them they carried her out and to
Parcell stooped and stared. One hand the hole. At its bottom was the simple coffin
crept µp and wiped the low~ slanting brow. of pine planks, its lid thrown outward and
"You're right, I guess," said Farrell slow- upward from its burst fastenings. Thunstone
ly. "It :looks like what a fox does when he and Farrell put the body into the coffin,
breaks through at the end of his digging- straightened its slack limbs, and lowered the
the dirt's flung outward from below, only lid. Parrell brought a spade and a shovel,
bigger'n a. .fox•s hole." Parrell straightened and they filled and smoothed the grave.
ur. His face was like sick tallow in the light
o the lamp. "Then it's true, though it looks
"I'm going to say my little verse again,"
said Parrell. Standing with head bowed, he
right pure down impossible. She was in mumbled the lines:
there, alive, and she got out tonight"
"She got out the other two nights," said ''The raven aow is a coal, coal black,
Thunstone. "I don't think I can explain to The jay is a purple blue,
you exactly why, but night time was the time If ever I forget my own fair love,
of her strength. And each time she came Let my heart melt away like dew."
THE LAST GRAVE OF ULL WARRAN 41
He looked up at Thunstone, tears stream· And maybe I'll wait until I see you before
ing down his face. uNow she'll rest in I tell you that part of it.
peace." But, to finisn my earlier remarks:
''That's right. She'11 rest in peace. She If Lill Warran was a werewolf, .and
won't rise again.,, killed in her werewolf shape, it follows
tcListen, you mind going back to the as a commonplace that she became a vam-
house? I'll just watch here till morning. You pire after death. You can read as much in •
don't think that'll hurt, do you?" Montague Summers, as well as the work
Thunstone smiled. of your countryman, Cyprien Robert.
"No, it won't hurt. It will be perfectly And as a vampire, she would and did
atl right. Because nothing whatever will return, in a vampire's travesty of affection,
disturb you." to the one living person whose heart
"Or her," added Farrell. still turned to her.
"Or her," nodded Thunstone. "She won't Because l half suspected all this from
be disturbed. Just keep remembering her as the moment I got wind of the story of
somebody who loved you, and whose rest Lill Warran, I brought with me the silver
will never be interrupted again." blade forged for just such battles by Saint
Ba.ck in the house, Thunstone brought the Dunstan, and it was my weapon of vie·
lamp to the table where he had interrupted tory.
his letter to de Grandin. He took his pen
and began writing a.gain: He .finished and folded the letter. Outside,
the moon brightened. the quiet night, in
f was interrupted by events that which it seemed no evil thing could pos-
brought this adventure to a good end. sibly stir.
.
...
•w
•• there were so many lies in the Odyssey!"
Heading by W. H. Silvey
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50 WEIRD TALES
fluttered and kicked. His head red lips that smiled but did not
came up out of the water, so part. She, d be lovely, he thought,
that he saw what he had de· if he were in any condition to
spaired of-a white beach with appreciate loveliness. .
a face of dark rock behind, and HI was almost food for fishes, "
at the blue water·s edge a tall, he muttered in Italian.
waiting figure. The music rang "No, you' re too soaked in salt,"
its way into him, coursing she replied, and her speech was
through his blood like an elixir as musical as her song had been.
violently inf used. He dare~ to "Not even a crab would eat you . .,
bob upright, and solid bottom "Who are you?" he croaked,
met his downward-groping toes. and sat up. "A sirent'
A few struggling strides, a rrseiren," she repeated after
scramble in foamy shallows, and him, in the Greek manner, as
he sprawled in the sand at the though to cheer him by falling
feet of the singer. in with the feeble pleasantry.
It was blessed to lie there, And the rescued swimmer had
then it was painful. He made recovered enough to look up at
shift to gasp . and pant, then to her with admiration. This was
moan. Gentle laughter slid down beauty, classic but living, and
from above, and a questing pres- only a mannerless clod would
sure came upon his sodden . sprawl at its· feet.
shoulder. With the last of his He tried to rise, swaying, and
strength, he turned over upon she caught his arm to steady him.
his back. The quick grasp of her fingers
She must have bent to touch was as strong as steel, and her
bim, but now she stood straight nails dug into his water-sodden
again. She towered, almost as skin. He smiled thanks, trying to
tall as himself, with a figure both brush the drenched blond hair
full and fine. Her garment was from his young face. He knew
a plain dark drapery, so caught what a sorry sight he must be-
around her as to line out her naked except for his dripping
strongly smooth curves from chin white trousers, pallid and '
to ankle, leaving bare one round shrunken from his long immer-
shoulder and one smooth, slender sion. But she smiled her slight
arm. Above this tilted her brown smile-like the Mona Lisa, like
face, framed between winglike the Empress Josephine-and
sweeps of black hair, with bright asked his name and country.
inky eyes under wise lids, a uGeorge Colby," he supplied.
regally chiselled nose and full "I'm an American student. This
PARTHENOPE 51
morning I was out in a fishing will you help me there to spend
boat with some friends from the night? Tomorrow-"
Sicily. The boat sprang a leak, "My house?" she echoed, as
went down under us. Maybe they though the word and idea camt
drowned. I just swam- kept strangely. "You mean, a place
swimming-got here-" where men live. There is none
His head began to ring and on this beach."
whirl and, for all his efforts, he · George Colby was far too
crumpled down to sit on the weary and grateful to digest this
sand. amazing information. He only
gazed into her steady black eyes~
1
''You re weak, " she said above
0
his head. "Weak and famished. You may sleeri on the sand, "
Wait. '' she told him. "''J f s soft and
warm. I'll keep watch. ''
E WAITED, in a sort of H.Don't bother," he began to
H . dreamy blur. Then an arm
sl id around his shoulders. She
1
say, but she smiled compeUingly.
She put one hand on his shoul-
knelt to support him, and held der, and with the other offered
to his mouth a sort of big plum. him a bunch of grapes.
0
··Eat," she urged him. 1 don't want to eat up your
He nibbled at the pulpy thing. fruit," he protested.
The first bite refreshed him enor· "I do not care for them. Eat. "
mously, the sweet juice cleared He did so, thankfully, sitting
his head like wine. "Eat," she on the sand. She watched with
said again, turning the fruit a sort of happy relish as he de·
against his hungry mouth, as a voured the grapes.
mother feeds a child. "Now sleep," she directed as
After a moment, he could he cast away the stem. "Grow
stand again. His shadow was strong. Let the bitter salt sea-
long on the sand. The sun was water flow from you-r body. ''
sinking-he had been swimming There was nothing he wanted
most of the day. to do more. He let her hands
"I don't know how to reward apply pressure, he stretched out
0
you, " he said. on the sand. "Sleep, she said.
··1 will be rewarded when I "Sleep.,, Her mu9ical voice. was
see you well and strong," she hypnosis.
made the gravest of answers. He wakened once, shivering
"You' re being good, ,, he half under a high.. prowling moon. At
babbled. "Now, may I impose once she was there, moving to sit
further? May I go to a house, beside him. Taking him in her
52 WEIRD TALES
arms, she held him close to her. Colby could be a ware, for the
She handled his considerable first ·bime, of the place where
weight as easily and gently as he had come to land.
though he were a baby. Colby
mumbled a sleepy protest, but
she began to croon a song, a soft
memory of .the music that had
ItallT rather
WAS not an island, really;
a reef or a bar, with a
central spire of rock, like a
seemed to draw him out of the monolithic dolman reared with
sea. Now it comforted him, it determined toil by some ancient
weighed upon :his eyelids. His cult. The sandy beach that sur-
face drooped against her soft, rounded this fragment was no
warm bosom, and he slept again. larger ·t han a ballrom floor, and
He wakened to daylight, and a almost as smooth and flat. Several
sensation as of stroking. Sta·r ting small trees grew, . in ascrubby
viiolently, he looked up into her dump, at one side of the stone
serene black eyes. She was wash- pillar, and there were a few w.isps
ing his body with palmfuls of of grass. Colby could see no
fresh water. Her tight lips house, nor any trees or vines that
smiled. might have produced the fruit
0
1 did not want to clean away he had eaten.
the salt when it was dark and "Don't tell me you live here
cold,,, she said. cc But now you alone, " he cried protestingly.
are better. Your flesh was ridged "I've always lived here," she
0
by the brine, and I have washed assured ·him. Always.,, And her
it away. Are you hungry?" eyes looked at him critically. "Do
He was, and got up. He you feel well? Healthy?"
moved easily after the nighf s uPerfect, thank yvu.,, He .
rest. His rescuer offered him a walked toward the foot of the
new fruit, that had a thick rocky pillar. It towered above
thorny rind. hi~ like a gigantic domino set
"Aren't you going to have on end. Colby studied its sub-
breakfast?" he asked her. stance. It defied what Uttle he
"Later,'' she said, and watched knew of geology-smooth and
while he peeled the fruit. Its gray as whetstone, with dark
flesh was firm, like a yam, but veins that looked metallic. And
more delicate in texture. As he there were cracks- · no, carved
bit into it, she offered a great lines, an inscription. Slowly he
fluted sea shell, full of fresh pondered the letters in his head,
water. translating tlhem in his classroom
Now the sun had risen, and Greek. They spelled a word. Yes.
PARTHENOPE 53
Partheno pe. did not smile. She stood straight
.. It is my name," murmured and tense inside her loose robe.
her voice at his shoulder. Her right arm crept toward
"I've heard it before," said him, the fingers crooked like
Colby, without turning. It's talons.
0
lovely-strange. Wait, I remem- My song drew you,,, she said.
ber. Wasn't it the name of some- "Odysseus got away, but you
body in the Odyssey? Didn't came. You were too ill and faint
Odysseus say-" when you reached the shore. But
"Oh,,, she said gently, 0 0dys· now the salt is drained out of
seus lied about se much. He said your flesh and blood, and it is
that, when he escaped me, I sweet."
jumped into the sea anJ was Colby drew back against the
drowned.•' tock as she dosed in on him.
0
"Parthenope," Colby said Who are you? " he screamed.
again. "She was one of the three Her lips parted in a smile, and
sisters, the-" at last he saw her teeth, narrow
uMy sisters perished, long ago. and keen and widely spaced, the
But I have stayed." teeth of a flesh-eater.
He turned and stared, wonder· "I am a seiren," she told him
ing what joke she made. But she again.
ALL NEW STORIES OF THE STRANGE, THE MARVELOUS,
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ones clumped against the soaring face of Music
Mountain, rank with its gloomy huddles of trees.
His grandparents towered high to tell him, the
way grownups do when you're little, and they said,
"Nobody ever goes there," without explaining, the
way grownups do when you're little. Mark was a
good, obedient boy. He didn't press the matter.
And -he sure enough· didn't go over.
The - town had been named Trimble for
somebody who, a hundred and forty-odd years ago,
had a stock stand there, entertainment for man
and beast. In those old days, stagecoaches and
trading wagons rolled along the road chopped
through the mountains, and sometimes came great
herds of cattle and horses and hogs. Later there
had been the railroad that tarried hardly a,n ything
anymore. Trucks rumbled along Main Street and
on, northwest to Tennessee or southeast to
Asheville. Trimble was no great size for a town.
Maybe that was why it stayed interesting to look at.
It had stores on Main Street, and Mark's grand-
father's chair factory, the town hall and the Week-
ly Record. On side streets stood the bank, the high
school where students came by bus from all corners
of the rocky county, and three churches. All those
things were on this side of Catch River.
But over yonder where nobody went, loomed the
empty-windowed old textile mill, like the picture of
a ruined castle in an outlawed romantic novel.
Once it had spun its acres of cloth. People working
there had lived in the little house you could barely
see from this side-. Those houses had a dusky, secret
look, bunched against Music Mountain. When
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Mark asked why it was called Music Mountain, his
grandparents said, "We never heard tell why." So
once, in his bed at night, Mark thought he heard
soft music from across Catch River to his window.
When he mentioned that next day, they laughed·
and said he was making it up.
He stopped talking about that other side of the
river, but he kept his curiosity as he grew older. He
found out a few things from listening to talk when
he played in town. He found out that a police car
did cruise over there two or three times a week on
the rattly old bridge that nobody else used, and
that the cruise was made only by daylight. When
he was in high school, tall and tanned and a hot-
rock tight end on the football team, he and two
classmates started to amble across one Saturday.
They were nearly halfway to the other side when a
policeman came puffing after them and scolded
them back. That night, Mark's grandparents told
him never to let them hear of doing such a fool
thing again. He asked why it was foolish, and his
grandmother said, "Nobody ever goes there. Ever."
And shut up her mouth with a snap.
One who did tell Mark something about it was
Mr. Glover Shelton, the oldest man in Trimble,
who whittled birds and bear cubs and rabbits in his
little shop behind the Worley Cafe. Once a month
he sold a crate of such whittlings to a man who
carried them to a tourist bazaar off in another
county. Mr. Glover was lamed so that he had an
elbow in one knee, like a cricket. He wore checked
shirts and bib overalls and a pointed beard as
white as dandelion fluff. And he had memories.
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"Something other happened there round about
seventy-five years ba~k." he said. "I was another·
sight younger than you then. There was the textile
mill, and thirty-forty folks a-living in them com-
pany houses and a-working two shifts. Then one
day, they was all of a sudden all gone."
"Gone where?" Mark asked him.
"Don't rightly know how to answer that. Just
gone. Derwood Neidger the manager, and Sam
Brood the foreman, and the whole crew on
shift-gone." Mr. Glover whittled at the bluejay he
was making. "One night just round sundown, the
whistle it blowed and blowed, and folks over here
got curiosed up and next day some of 'em headed
over across the bridge. And nair soul at the mill,
nor neither yet in the houses. The wives.. and
children done gone, too. Everbody."
"Are you putting me on, Mr. Glover?"
"You done asked me, boy, and I done told you
the thing I recollect about it."
"They just packed up and left?"
"They left, but they sure God nair packed up.
The looms was still a-running. Derwood Neidger's
fifty-dollar hat was on the hook, his cigar burnt out
in a tray on his desk. Even supper a-standing on
the stoves, two-three places. But nair a soul to be
seen anywheres."
Mark looked to see if a grin was caught in the
white beard, but Mr. Glover was as solemn as a
preacher. "Where did they go?" Mark asked.
"I just wish you'd tell me. There was a sear~h
made, inquiries here and yonder, but none of them
folks air showed theirself again."
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"And now," said Mark, "nobody ever goes
there."
"Well now, a couple-three has gone, one time
another . .. from here, and a hunter or so
a -cooning over Music Mountain from the far side.
But none air come back no more. Only them
policemen that drives over quick and comes back
quick - always by daylight, always three in the car,
with pistols and sawed-off shotguns . .Boy," said Mr.
Glover, "folks just stays off from that there place,
like a-staying off from a rocky patch full of snakes,
a wet bottom full of chills and fever ."
"And now it's a habit, ,, said Mark. "Staying
out."
"Likewise a habit not to go a-talking about it
none. Don't you go a-naming it to nobody I told
you this much."
Mark played good enough football · to get a grant
~ in aid at a lowland college, about enough help to
make the difference between going and not going.
Summers, he mostly worked hard to keep in condi-
tion, in construction and at road mending. By the
time he graduated, his grandparents had sold the
chair factory and had retired to Florida. Mark
came back to Trimble, where they hired him to
coach football and baseball and teach physical
education at his old high school.
And still nobody ever went across Catch River.
He felt the old interest, but he quickly became
more interested in Ruth Covell, the history teacher.
She was small and slim, and her hair was blonde
with a spice of red to it. She wore it more or less
the length Mark wore his own black mane. She
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came up to about his coat -lapel. Her face was
round and sweet. She gave him a date, but wanted
to sit and talk on the porch of the teac~erage in-
stead of driving to an outdoor movie. It was a
balmy October night. She fetched them otit two
glasses of iced tea, flavored with lemon juice and
ginger. They sat on bark-bottomed chairs, and
Ruth said it was good to be in Trimble.
""I've ~iked it here from the first," she said, "I've
thought I might write a history of this town."
"A history of Trimble?" Mark repeated, smiling.
"Who'd read that?"
"You might, when I finish it. This place has
stories worth putting on record. I've been to the
town hall and the churches. I've found out lots of
interesting things, but one thing avoids me."
"What's that, Ruth?" Mark asked, sipping.
"Why nobody ever goes across the river, and why
everybody changes the subject when I bring it up."
From where they sat they could see a spattery
shimmer of moonlight on the water but Music
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pie have more or Ie8s forgotten about it, pushed it
to the back of their minds. ,,
"But the police go over,,, she reminded him.
"The chief said it was just a routine check, a tour
in a deserted area. Then he changed the subject,
too."
"If I were you, I'd not push anyone too hard
about all this, " sai~ Mark. "It's a sort of rule of life
here, staying on this side of the river. As an
athletic coach, I abide by rules."
"As a historian, I look for the truth,,, she said
back, "and I ~on't like to have the truth denied
me."
He changed the subject. They talked cheerfully
of other things. When he left that night, she let
him kiss her and said he could come back and see
her agai_n .
Next Saturday evening, Ruth finished grading a
sheaf of papers and just before sundown she
walked out in the town with Mark. She wore snug
jeans and a short, dark jacket. They had a soda at
Doc Roberts's ~rug store and strolled on along
Main Street. Mark told her about his boyhood in
Trimble, pointed out the massive old town hall
(twice burned down, once by accident, and rebuilt
bOth times inside its solid brick walls), and led her
behind Worley's Cafe to show her where Glover
Shelton once had worked. The door of the little old
shop was open. A light gleamed through it, and a
voice from inside said, "Hidy."
A man sat at the ancient work bench, dressed in
a blue hickory shirt and khaki pants and plow
shoes, carefully shaping a slip of wood with a
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bright, sharp knife. He was lean, and as tall as
Mark, say six feet. His long, thoughtful face was
neither young nor old. In his dark hair showed
silver dabs at the temples and in a brushed-back
lock on top.
"Glover Shelton and I were choice friends, years·
back," he said. "I knew the special kinds of wood
he hunted out and used here, and his nephew
loaned me a key so I could come work me out a
new bridge for my old guitar."
It was an old guitar indeed, seasoned as dark
brown as a nut. The man set the new bridge in
place, with a dab of some adhesive compound.
"That'll dry right while we're a-studying it,'' he
said. Then he laid the strings across, threaded
them through the pegs, and tightened them with
judicious fingers. He struck a chord, adjusted the
pegs, struck and struck again. "Sounds passable,"
he decided.
"Those strings shine like silver," offered Ruth.
"It just so happens that silver's what they are,"
was the reply, with a quiet smile. "Silver's what the
oldest old-timers used. Might could be I'm the last
that uses it."
He achieved a chord to suit him. Tunefully,
richly, he sang:
"She came down the stair,
Combing back her yellow hair,
And her cheek was as red as the rose . . . ,,
Mark had made up his mind to something.
"Sir,'' he said, "I knew Mr. Glover Shelton when
I was a boy. This young lady wishes he had lived
for her to talk to. Because he was the only man I
ever heard speak of the far side of Catch River
yonder, the Music Mountain side."
"I know a tad of something about that," said the
guitar-picker, while the strings whispered under his
long, skilled fingers. "An old Indi~n medicine
man, name of Reuben Manco-he mentioned
about it to me one time."
"Nobody here in Trimble talks about it," said
Mark. "They just stay away from over there.
Nobody ever goes there."
"I reckon not, son. The way Reuben Manco had
it, the old Indians more or less left the place alone,
too. What was there didn't relish to be pestered."
"Some other kind of men than Indians?" sug-
gested Ruth.
"Better just only call them things. The way the
old story comes down, they didn't truly look like
aught a man could tell of at first. And they more
or less learnt from a-studying men - Indians- how
to get a little bitty bit like men, too. n
"They sound weird," said Mark, interested.
"I reckon that's a good word for them. The In-
dians were scared of how they made themselves to
look. So sometimes the Indians got up on the top
of the mountain yonder and sang to the things, to
-make sure they wouldn't try to come out and make
trouble." The long, thoughtful face brooded above
the guitar's soft melody. "I reckon that's. how it
come to be named Music Mountain. The Indians
would sing those things back off and into their
place, time after time. I reckon all the way up to
when the white men came in." ·
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"Came in and took the Indian's land," said
Mark,. "That happened here." ·
"Shoo, it happened all over America-the taking
of the land. All right, I've given you what Reuben
Manco gave me. Music Mountain for the music the
Indians used against those things."
"Why won't anybody in town tell about this?"
Ruth asked. •
"I don't reckon folks in town much heard of it.
Especially when they might not want to hear tell of
it. "
'Tm glad to hear it," declared Ruth. "I'm some-
one who wants to know things."
"There's always a right much to get to know,
ma'am," was the .polite rejoinder.
Mark sat down on the work bench. "Music," he
repeated. "Could the Indians control something
like that - something frightening, you said - with
music?"
"Well, son, with Indians the right song can make
the rain to fall. An Indian hunter sings to bring
him luck before he goes after game. Medicine sing
to cure a sick man or a hurt man·. One time .
another, music's been known to do the like of such
things." _
Mark asked for the story of the mill that had
been built under Music Mc,m ntain. It seemed that
Derwood Neideger had interested some N orthem
financiers and had built his mill, with Trimble's
townspeople shaking their heads about it. But
there was good pay, and families came from other
places to live in the houses built for them and to
spin the cloth. Until the night they all vanished.
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"What if there had been music at the mill?"
Mark wondered. "In the houses?"
"Doesn't seem like as if there was much of that,
so we can't rightly tell. And it's too late to figure
on it now."
The sun sank over the western mountains. Dusk
slid swiftly doWn into the town. Mark listened as
his companion struck the silver strings and sang
again:
"She came down the stair;
Combing back her yellow hair . . . "
He muted the melody with his palm. "Sounds
like that beauty-looking young girl that came here
with you. Where's she gone off to?"
Mark jumped up from where he sat. Ruth was
nowhere in sight. He hurried out of the shop,
around the cafe and out into the street.
"Ruth, wait -"
Far along the sidewalk, in the light of a shop
window, he saw her as she turned off and out of
view, where the old alley led to where the bridge
was.
"Wait!" he yelled after her, and started to run.
It was a long sprint to the alley. One or two
loungers gazed at Mark as he raced past. He found
the alley, headed into it, stumbled in its darkness
and went to one knee. He felt his trousers rip
where they struck the jagged old cobbles. Up
again, he hurried to the bridge.
It was already too dim to see clearly, but Ruth
must be there. She must be moving along, almost
as fast as he. "You damned fool,9' he wheezed into
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the darkening air as he ran. "You damned little
fool, why did you do this?" And in his heart her
voice seemed to answer him, I'm someone who
wants to know things.
The old, old boards of the bridge rattled under
his feet. He heard the soft, purling rush of Catch
River. There she was now, at the far end, a darker
point in the night that came down on them.
"Ruth, " he tried to call her once more, but his
breath wasn't enough to carry it. He ran on after
her.
Now he had come out on the other bank, where
nobody ever went. He turned to his left. A road of
sorts had been there once, it seemed. Its blotchy
stones were rank between with grass. His ·shoe
skidded on what must have been slippery moss and
he nearly went down again. To his right climbed
the steep face of Music Mountain, huddled with
watching trees as black as ink. On ahead of ,him,
small, dark houses clung together at the roadside.
Farther beyond them rose the sooty pile of the old
mill. He stood for a moment and wheezed to get
his breath. Something came toward him. He
quivered as he faced it.
"I knew., you'd come too, Mark," said Ruth's
merry voice.
At th~t moment, the moon had scrambled clear
of the mountain and flung pale light around them.
He saw that Ruth smiled.
"Why ever did you - '' he began to say.
"I told you, Mark, I want to find things out.
Nobody else here wants to. Dares to."
"You come right b~ck to town with me," he
commanded.
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She laughed musically.
On into the sky swam the round, pallid moon,
among a bright sprinkling of stars. Its light picked
out the mill more clearly. It struck a twinkle from
the glass of a window; or could there be a stealthy
light inside? Ruth laughed again.
"But you came acre>M, at least, " she said, as
though happy about it.
The glow of the moon beat upon her, making
her hair- pale. And something else moved on the
road to the mill.
He hurried toward Ruth as the something
drifted from between those dubious houses, a
murky series of puffs, like foul smoke. He thought,
for a moment hoped, that it might be fog; but it
gathered into shapes as it emerged, shadowy,
knobby shapes. Headlike lumps seemed to rise,
narrow at the top, with, Mark thought, great loose
mouths. Wisps stirred like groping arms.
"Let's get out of here.'' he said to Ruth, and
tried to catch her by the hand.
But then she, too, saw those half-shaped things
that now stole into groups and advanced. She
screamed once, like an animal caught in a trap,
'and she lost her head and ran from them. She ran .
toward the mill in the moonlight that flooded the
old paving stones.
Mark rushed after her because he must, because
she had to be caught and hustled back toward the
bridge. As the two of them fled, the creatures from
among the houses slunk, stole after them, made a
line across the road, cut off escape in that direc-
tion.
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Ruth ran fast ·in her unreasoning terror, toward
where a great squat doorway gaped in the old mill.
But then she stopped. so suddenly that Mark near-
ly blundered against her as he hurried from
behind.
"More-" she whimpered. "More of them - "
And more of them crept out through that door.
Many more of them, crowding together into a
grotesque phalanx. r
Rut~ pressed close against Mark. She trembled,
sagged, her pert daring was gone from her. He
gathered his football muscles for a fight, whatever
fight he could put up. They came closing in
around him and Ruth, those shapes that were only ·
half-shapes. They churned wispily as they formed
themselves into a ring.
He made out squat bodies, knobs of craniums,
the green gleam of eyes, not all of the eyes set two
and two. The Indians, those old Indians, had been
right to fear presences like these. Everything drew
near. Above the encircling, approaching horde,
Mark saw things that fluttered in the air. Bats? But
bats are never that big. He heard a soft mutter of
sound, ·as of panting breath.
Even if Ruth hadn't been there to hold on her
feet, Mark could never have run now. The way was
cut off. It would have to be a battle. What kind of
battle?
Just then, abrupt music rang out in the shining
night.
And that was a brave music, a flooding burst of
melody, like harps in the hands of minstrels. A
powerful, tuneful voice sang words to it:
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"The cross in my right hand,
That I may travel open land,
That I may be charmed and ~lessed,
And safe from any man or beast . . .•"
The pressing throng ceased to press around
Mark and Ruth. It ebbed away, like dark water
flowing back from an island.
The song changed, the guitar and the voice
changed:
"Lights in the valley outshine the sun,
Lights in the valley outshine the sun,
Lights in the valley outshine the sun -
Look away beyond the blue."
Those creatures, if they could be called
creatures, fell back. They fell back, as though
blown by the wind. The singing voice put in words
of its own, put in a message, a guidance:
"Head for the bridge and I'll follow you,
Head for the bridge and I'll follow you,..
Head for the bridge and I'll follow you -
Look away beyond the blue."
Ruth would have run again. Mark held her
tightly by the arm, kept her to a walk. Running
just now might start something else running. They
stumbled back along the rough stones with the
grass between the edges. The moonlight blazed
upon them. Behind them, like a prayer, another
verse of the song:
"Do, Lord, oh do, Lord, oh do remember me,
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Do, Lord, oh do, Lord, oh do remember me,
Do, Lord, oh do, Lord, oh do remember me-
Look away beyond the blue."
But this time, a confident happiness in that ap-
peal. Mark felt like joining in and singing the song
himself, but he- kept silent and 'urged Ruth along
by her arm. He thought, though he could not be
sure, that soft radiances blinked on and off in the
shantylike old houses strung along the road. He did
not stop to look more closely. He peered ahead for
the bridge, and then the bridge was there and
thankfully they were upon it, their feet drumming
the planks.
Still he panted for breath, as they reached the ·
other side. He held Ruth to him, glad that he
could hold her, glad for her that he was there to
hold her. He looked across. There on the bridge
came something dark. It was the guitar-picker,
moving at a slower pace than Mark and Ruth had
moved. He sang, softly now, softly. Mark could not
make out the song. He came and joined them at
last. He stood tall and lean with his hair rumpled,
holding his guitar across himself like a rifle at the
port.
"You all can be easy now," he said gently.
"Looky younder, they can't come over this far."
Over there, all the way over there at the far
bridge head, a: dark .cluster of forms showed under
the moon, standing close together and not coming.
"The fact about it is," said the guitar-picker,
"they don't seem to be up to making their way
across a run of water."
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Mark was able to speak. "Like Dracula," he said
numbly. "Like the witches in Tam O'Shanter."
"Sure enough, like them. Now, folks," and the
voice was gentler than ever, "you all see they'd best
be. left alone on their side yonder, the way folks
have mostly left them alone, all the way back to
when the whole crew of the mill went off to
nowhere. Old ways can be best."
"Mark, I was such a fool," Ruth mumbled
against Mark's shirt.
. "I told you that, dear/' he said to her .
"Did you call me dear?"
"Yes.''
"It. makes me feel right good to hear talk like
that with nice young folks like you two," said the
guitar-picker.
Mark looked up above Ruth's trembling golden
head. "You were able to defeat them," he said.
"You knew music would hold them back."
"No, I nair rightly knew that." The big hand
swept a 'melody from the silver string. "I hoped it,
was all, and the hope wasn't vain."
Mark held out a shaking hand. "We'll never be
able to thank you, Mr.-1 don't even know your
name."
My name's John."
'John whatr Mark asked.
'Just call me John."
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