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JEWEL
o/Seven Stones
1
By Seabuiy Quinn
and stories by
Murray Leinster
Will MacMahon
Royal W.Jimerson
H. Warner Munn
Clyde Criswell
Everil Worrell
Robert S. Carr
and others 1
'e never plaited a note in his life."
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Contents for April, 1928
Cover Design_C. C. Senf
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I HE February Weird Tales has called forth a great deal of favorable
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**“ arouse the most enthusiasm among you, the readers, so that we can
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“I have read your magazine for three years, and each and every story is
good,” writes Marie Graham, of Denver. “Clarimonde in the February issue
is indeed a masterpiece, also The Ghost Table; but Seabury Quinn is my favo¬
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“Weird Tales is a bible to me,” writes Reino Kentala, of West New
Brighton, New York, and adds: “It’s the best magazine in the world.”
Writes Arlin C. Jones, of St. Louis: “I have just finished reading the
February issue of your wonderful magazine, and'must say that your story of
Jules de Grandin simply jerks the cork under. It is, to my notion, the best
story Seabury Quinn has written along this line to date. Weird Tales seems
just my type of literature, and I never get tired of reading it, as I do other
magazines. Its stories are a radical departure from any other type of litera¬
ture I have ever read. ’ ’
“A word about The Call of Cthulhu, by H. P. Loveeraft,” writes F. L.
Hilliard, of Davenport, Iowa. “It is the most perfect masterpiece of weird
fiction that I have ever read. In my opinion his stories, and those of E. Hoff¬
mann Price, overshadow Edgar Allan Poe’s stories.”
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magazine itself. They might be appropriate for those magazines that contain
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written by H. P. Loveeraft, the vast thought-pictures of Donald Wandrei, the
beautiful color symphonies of Frank Owen, and powerful stories such as Eli
Colter’s The Dark Chrysalis, such comic caricatures of eovers depicting hid¬
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‘ * Oh, rats!” he returned. ' * Try to G ’bye. ’ ’ With a warning double toot
come, won’t you? You know, I’ve of his horn he set his decrepit motor
been connected with the Museum of going and dashed down the street at a
Ethnology ever since I got my degree, speed bound to bring him afoul of the
and this spring I ran across the trail first crossing policeman who spied
of something really big while travel¬ him.
ing in Egypt. I think I can show you
something brand-new if you’ll drop HPhe Van Drub cottage where young
out my way tonight or tomorrow. I Bennett had his “diggings”
seem to recall that you and Father was a relic of the days when Swede
used to spend no end of time talking and Dutchman contended for mastery
about Rameses and Ptolemy and the of the country between the Delaware
rest of those antique gentlemen when and the Hudson. Like all houses of
I was too small to know what it was its day, it was of the story-and-a-half
all about. ’ ’ type, built of stone to the edge of the
I regarded the lad speculatively. overhanging roof and of hand-split
He was his father’s own son, no mis¬ chestnut shingles above. The ground
take about it. Those honest, humor¬ floor was entirely occupied by a single
ous blue eyes beneath the sandy large combination living-room and
brows, that wide, mobile mouth and kitchen paved with brick and walled
square chin- cleft with the slightest with roughly split planks, and small
suggestion of a dimple, even the flecks cubby-holes of storerooms flanked it
of russet freckles across the bridge of at each end. Bennett’s living ar¬
his aquiline nose reminded me of my rangements were as typical of himself
dear old classmate whose house had as a photograph. Bookshelves lined
been a second home to me in the days the walls and displayed a most im¬
before the influenza pandemic took probable array of volumes—de Mor¬
him off. “I’ll come,” I decided, gan’s Les Premieres Civilisations and
clasping the youngster’s hand in Munzinger’s Ostafrikanische Studien
mine. “You may expect me some¬ huddled cheek by jowl with a much-
time after 8 this evening — office worn copy of Thomas a Kempis’ Imi¬
hours have to be observed, you know tation of Christ. A once fine but now
—and, if you don’t mind, I’ll bring badly worn Sarouk rug covered the
a friend with me, a Dr. de Grandin, major portion of the brick floor, and
from Paris, who’s stopping with me. ’ ’ the furniture was a hodgepodge of
“Not Jules de Grandin?” he de¬ second-hand mahogany and new,
manded incredulously. cheap pine. In the middle of the
“Yes; do you know him?” room, although on exhibition, were
“No, but I’d like to. Jules de two long*cov6red objects, roughly re¬
Grandin! Why, Dr. Trowbridge, I’d sembling a pair of mummy-cases,
no idea you traveled in such high¬ raised some three feet above the floor
brow company.” on rough saw-horses. Two kerosene¬
“I’d hardly call him highbrow,” I burning student lamps of the sort
replied, smiling at his enthusiasm. used in the late nineties, their green
‘ ‘ Oh, Lord! ” he threw up his hands shades removed for greater radiation
in mock despair. “You fellows‘who of light, illuminated the room’s center
have all the luck never do appreciate with an almost theatric glare, leav¬
it. Why, man, de Grandin’s one of ing the comers in shadow all the
the foremost ethnologists of the age; deeper from the contrast.
his studies in evolution and anthro¬ “Welcome to the humble student’s
pometry are classics. I ’ll say you can cave, gentlemen, ’ ’ Bennett greeted as
bring him. I’ll be hanging out the we stepped through the wide, low
window waiting for you tonight. doorway. “Tonight’s the fateful
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 447
hour; I either uncover something to worth a lot more than it cost me, and
set ’em all talking for the next ten if he were lying—which he probably
years, or get myself a free ticket to was—I’d not be so very much out of
the booby-hatch. ’ ’ pocket. As you know, the Moham¬
With sudden soberness he turned medans took about everything that
directly to de Grandin and added: wasn’t nailed down when they cap¬
“I’m on special leave from the Mu¬ tured the city, and their descendants
seum to work out a theory that’s been have been keeping the good work up.
haunting,me for the last year or so. The few Christian cemeteries which
It’ll be an important contribution to survived the first onslaught of Islam
science, if I’m right. Here”—he were gradually uprooted and their
waved his hand toward the sheeted inmates ruthlessly ripped from thei»
Objects on the trestles—“is the evi¬ tombs and despoiled of such trifling
dence. Shall we begin ? ’ ’ ornaments as happened to be buried
“U’m.” Jules de Grandin gave with them. So, even if we don’t find
his little blond mustache a vicious anything of great importance in these
tweak as he regarded our host with his two cases, the chances are we may re¬
direct, challenging! stare. “What is cover a few old coins or some antique
it that you wish to prove by the evi¬ jewelry—enough to take back to the
dence, mon brave?” Museum and prove my time hasn’t
“Just this” — Bennett’s frank, been entirely wasted. ’ ’
boyish eyes lost something of their He paused, eyes shining, lips
humorous gleam and took on the ear¬ parted as he surveyed us each in turn,
nest, enthusiastic expression of the fa¬ almost pathetically anxious for a
natic’s—“that not all the traces of word of encouragement.
the Greek civilization were oblitera¬ ‘ ‘ I fear we have come on a chase of
ted when the Moslems sacked and the wild goose, my friend,” de Gran¬
burned Alexandria. ’ ’ din replied a trifle wearily. “Me, I
“Ah? And you will prove it have unearthed coffins of the olden
by-?” De Grandin’s delicately days from the vicinity of Alexandria,
afched brows lifted slightly as he of Tunis and of Sidon, but nothing
glanced significantly at the sheeted save the most abominable evidence
things. that all flesh is subject to decay have
“By these,” Bennett returned. I ever found. For your sake I hope
“This spring, while I was over in your hopes are justified. Speaking
Africa, I got in with a scoundrelly from experience, I should say the
old Arab who rejoiced in'the name of Arab gentleman has driven a most
Abd-el-Berkr, and, in return for sev¬ advantageous bargain, for himself.
eral liberal applications of bakshish, Undoubtlessly he first despoiled the
he agreed to turn over two ancient tombs of such trifles as they con¬
Greek coffins he had found in an old tained, then sold you the empty boxes
native cemetery in the desert. The for as much as he could. I fear you
old villain knew enough to distinguish are—how do you say it ?—holding the
between Christian coffins and Egyp¬ sack, mon enfant.”
tian mummy-cases—-there aren’t any “Well, anyway, here .goes, ’ ’ re¬
of the latter left in the neighborhood sponded Bennett with a shamefaced
of Alexandria, anyhow—and he was grin as he whipped the threadbare
too good a Moslem to disturb the table-cover from the nearest case and
tombs of his coreligionists, even if took up mallet and cold-chisel. “We
they had used substantial coffins for may as well begin on this one, eh?”
burial, which they hadn’t. The coffin was roughly like a bath¬
‘ ‘ I took the old beggar on, for if he tub in shape, perhaps six feet long by
were telling the truth his find was two and a half high, and composed of
448 WEIRD TALES
some sort of hard, brittle pottery, evi¬ cushion on which they lay, were
dently baked in a brick-kiln, and ap¬ pinked about sole and toe like those of
parently shaped by hand, for traces a baby, and so soft, so free from cal¬
of the makers’ thumb-marks still louses or roughening of any sort, that
showed on its exterior. About its up¬ it seemed they must have trodden
per portion, an inch or so below the nothing harder than velvet carpets in
junction of lid and body, ran an orna¬ life, even as they rested on pillows of
mental molding of the familiar Greek velvet in death. About ankles, wrists
egg-and-dart design, crudely im¬ and arms hung bangles of beaten rose-
pressed on the clay with a modeling gold studded with topaz, garnet and
mold before baking. There was no lapis-lazuli, while a diadem of the
other attempt at decoration and no same precious composition encircled
trace of inscription on the lid. her brow, binding back the curling
“Here We are!” Bennett ex¬ black locks which lay about her small
claimed as he finished chipping away face in thick clusters. A robe or
the sealing of the casket. “Give me shroud of thinnest gauze enveloped
a lift with this lid, Dr. Trow¬ her from throat to knees, and about
bridge ? ’ ’ her lower limbs from knee to ankle
I leaned forward to assist him, was wrapped a shawl of brilliant
tugged at the long, convexly curved orange silk embroidered with wreaths
slab of terra-cotta, and craned my of shells and roses. Black antimony
neck to glimpse the coffin’s interior. had been rubbed on her lids to give
added size and depth to her eyes, and
TX/'hat I had expected to see I do her full, voluptuous lips, half parted,
* * not quite know. A skeleton, per¬ as though in the gentle respiration of
haps; possibly a handful of fetid peaceful sleep, -were stained vivid
mold; more likely nothing at all. The vermilion with powdered cinnabar.
sight which met my eyes made them There was nothing of death, nothing
fairly start from their sockets, and of the charnel-house, about the vision.
but for Bennett’s warning cry I Indeed, it required a conscious effort
should have let my end of the casket to convince me her bosom did not rise
cover clatter to the brick floor. and fall with the softly-drawn breath
Cushioned on a mattress of royal of slumber, and the faint, subtle per¬
purple cloth, a diminutive pillow be¬ fume of violets and orange blossoms
neath her head and another support¬ which wafted to us from her raiment
ing her feet, lay a woman—a girl, and hair was no delusion, but a veri¬
rather—of such surpassing beauty as table scent imprisoned in the baked-
might have formed the theme of an clay tomb for fifteen centuries.
Oriental romance. Slender she was, “Ah!” I exclaimed in mingled
yet possessing the softly rounded surprize and admiration.
curves of budding womanhood, not “Good Lord!” Ellsworth Bennett
the angular, boyish thinness of our murmured, staring incredulously at
modern girls. Her skin, a deep, sun- the lovely corpse, his breath rasping
kissed olive, showed every violet vein sharply between his teeth.
through i£s veil of lustrous, velvet “Nom d’un chat de nom d’un
tan. Across her breast, folded repose- chat!” Jules de Grandin almost
fully, lay hands as softly dimpled as shouted, standing on tiptoe to gaze
a child’s, their long, pointed nails over my shoulder. “ It is the Sleeping
overlaid with gold leaf or bright gilt Beauty en personnel”
paint, so that they shone like ten tiny With a quick movement he turned
almond-shaped mirrors in the rays of to young Bennett, and before the
the hissing student lamps. Her little other was aware of his intention had
bare feet, as they dimpled the purple kissed him soundly on each cheek.
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 449
is an inscription on it? Stand back, nearly snap my head off brought only
my friends, approach, do not crowd, an indulgent smile when occasioned
lean forward’’—his sharp, contra¬ by the little Frenchman’s tardiness.
dictory orders rang out in quick suc¬ “Sure, Doctor darlin’,” she greeted
cession like military commands. as I seated myself and looked about
“Lights, lights for the iove of heaven! for my companion, “Dr. de Grandin
Bring forward the lamps that I may wuz doin’ th’ divil’s own bit o’
decipher these words before I die studyin’ last night, an’ ’twould be
from curiosity! ’ ’ unfair ter call 'tun from his rist, so
Bennett and I each seized a lamp ut. would,”
and we held them above the coffin’s “Fear not, my excellent one,” a
inner sealing while the little French¬ cheerful voice hailed from the stairs,
man leaned forward, eagerly scan¬ “already I am here,” and de Gran¬
ning the inscription. din stepped quickly into the sunlit
The curving cover seemed to be dining-room, his face glowing from
made of some softer, less brittle sub¬ the recent application of razor-blade
stance than the outer lid—wax, I de¬ and cold water, his little blond mus¬
cided after a hasty inspection—and tache waxed to twin needle-points at
on it, from top to bottom, in small the comers of his small, sensitive
Greek unieals some sort of message mouth, and every blond hair on his
had been etched with a stylus. head lying as perfectly in place as
though numbered and arranged ac¬
De Grandin studied the legend cording to plan.
through intently narrowed eyes a few “Mordieu, what a night!” he ex¬
moments, then turned to Bennett with claimed with a sigh as he drained a
a gesture of impatience. “It is no preliminary draft of well-creamed
good, ’ ’ he announced petulantly. coffee and passed the cup back for re¬
“My brain, he has too much burden plenishment. “Cordieu, even yet I
on him this night; I can not trans¬ doubt me that I saw what I beheld at
late the Greek into English with the Monsieur Bennett’s cottage last night,
readiness I should. Paper, paper and and I am yet in doubt that I trans¬
pencil, if you please. I shall make a lated what I did from the notes I
copy of this writing and translate made from the second coffin! ’ ’
him at my leisure this evening. To¬ “Was it so remarkable?” I began,
morrow we shall read him aloud and but he cut me short with an upraised
see what we shall' see. Meantime, hand.
swear as you hope for heaven, that “Remarkable?” he echoed. “Par-
you will make no move to open this bleur my friend, it is amazing, nothing
coffin until I shall return. You agree? less. Come, let us first-discuss this so
Bon! To work, then; the writing is excellent food, then discuss the mes¬
long and of an unfamiliar hand. It sage from the past.
will take much time to transcribe it on “Attend me, if you please,” he
my tablets.” ordered, picking up a sheaf of manu¬
script from the study table when we
2. A Portent from the Past had finished breakfast. “Give careful
G olden waffles and rich, steaming ear to what I read, my friend, for I
shall show you that which makes even
coffee were waiting on the table
when I descended the stairs next our vision of yesternight fade to in¬
morning, for Nora McGinnis, my significance by comparison. Listen: •
household factotum, maintained a soft Kaku, servant and priest of Sebek, dread
God of Nilus, son of Amathel the son of
spot in her Celtic heart for de Gran¬ Kepher, servants and priests of Sebek, to
din and his gallant manners, and de¬ whoso looks hereon, greeting and admoni¬
lays which would, have made her tion:
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 451
Not of the creed and belief of Christians of Kaku, and of Kaku’s god, shall smite
am I, neither of the bastard cult of the with terror him who openeth this tomb.
Greek usurpers. Flesh of the flesh and And on him in ages yet to come who looks
blood of the mighty blood of the race which upon this coffin with presumptuous eyes and
ruled Upper and Lower Egypt in the days makes bold to open it, I do pronounce my
when Ra held sway is Kaku, servant and curse and the curse of Sebek, and I do set
priest of Sebek. Learned in the laws and myself against him in wager of battle, that
magic of the olden priesthood am I, and by his days be not long in the land; neither
the lore and cunning of my forebears have his nor hers to whom life returns and youth
I sealed the virgin Peligia in unwaking and love for the duration of the seven
sleep beneath this shield of time-defying stones upon the jewel, according to the
cerus, even the wax which sets at naught obedience of the eternal gods of Egypt
the father of acids. whose kingdom shall have no end.
Greek and Christian though she be, and I have said.
daughter of the race which trod upon my
ancestors, my heart inclined to her and I De Grandin laid the manuscript on
would have taken her to wife, but she the desk and looked at me, his little
would not. Wherefore, I, being minded blue eyes round and shining with ex¬
that she should take no other man to hus¬ citement.
band, devised a plan to slay her and bury
her with the ancient rites and ceremonies
“Well?” I asked.
of my people, that her body should not “Well?” he mimicked. “Parblcu,
know corruption, but lie in the tomb until I shall say it is well! Many remark¬
.the Seven Ages were passed, and I might able things have I beheld, my friend,
take her to myself and dwell with her in
Aalu. Nathless, when I had taken her be¬ but never such as this. Come, let us
yond the city gates, and all was ready for hasten, let us fly to the cottage of
her death, my heart turned water within Monsieur Bennett and see what lies
me, and I could not strike the blow. There¬ beneath that shield of wax. Mort
fore, by my magic, and by the magic of
my priesthood, have I caused a deep sleep d’un Chinois, though she subsist but
to fall on her, even a sleep which knows no for five little minutes, I must gaze, I
waking until the Seven ages be past and must feast my eyes upon that paragon
she and I shall^ dwell together in Amen- of womanhood whose beauty was so
aand.
great that even the hand of jealousy
For the Seven Ages shall she sleep with¬
in this coffin, obedient to the mystic spell forbore to strike!”
I have put on her, and if no man openeth
the tomb and waken her before the Seven 3. The Jewel of Seven Stones
Ages be past, then she shall become as the
dust of Egypt, and • be mine forever and "T'viffering from her companion in
forever in the land beyond the setting sun. death as dawnlight differs from
But if a man of later days shall lift the
covering from off this coffin and take her midnight, the virgin Peligia lay in
hand in his and call on her by name, and her terra-cotta coffin when Bennett,
in the name of love, then shall my magic de Grandin and I had lifted off the
be valueless, and she shall waken and curving shield of wax. She was some
cleave unto her deliverer, and be his own
in that land and generation yet unborn. five and twenty years of age, appar¬
This is the sum of all my spells and learn¬ ently; slightly above middle height,
ing unable to withstand. golden-haired and fair-skinned as any
Yet, ye who look hereon, be warned in Nordic blonde, and as exquisitely pro¬
time or ever ye seek to open this tomb of
the living-in-death. I, Kaku, priest and portioned as a Grecian statue of Aph¬
servant of Mighty Sebek, have sealed this rodite. From tapering white throat
virgin within this tomb that she may be to blue-veined, high-arched insteps
mine and not another’s. My shadow, and she was draped in a simple Ionic robe
the shadow of Sebek which'is my god, is
upon her. Yea, were it seventy times of snowy linen cut in that austerely
seventy ages instead of seven, and were the modest and graceful fashion of an¬
earth to perish under oUr feet, yet would I cient Attica in which the upper part
pursue her until her heart inclines to me. of the dress falls downward again
I, Kaku, servant and priest of Sebek,
have sealed this tomb with clay and wax from neck to waist in a sort of cape,
and with my curse, and with the curse of hiding the outline of the breast while
Sebek, my god and master, and the curse leaving the entire arms and the point
452 WEIRD TALES
of the shoulders bare. Except for der, girlish bosom heaved as if with
two tiny studs of hand-beaten gold respiration, and the smooth, wax-
which held the robe together over the white lids fluttered upward from a
shoulders and the narrow double bor¬ pair of long gray eyes as gentle as the
der of horizontal purple lines at the summer and as glowing as the stars.
bottom of the cape, marking her A wave of upward-rising color flooded
status as a Roman citizen, her gown her throat, her cheeks; the hue of
was without ornament of any sort, healthy, buoyant youth showed in her
and no jewelry adorned her chaste face, and her calmly set lips parted in
loveliness save the golden threads the faintest suggestion of a smile.
with which her white-kid sandals “My lord,” she murmured softly,
were embroidered and a single strand meeting young Bennett’s gaze with a
of small gold disks, joined by minute look of gentle trust. “My lord and
links and having seven tiny pendants my love, at last you have come for
of polished carnelians, which encir¬ me.”
cled her throat and lay lightly against And she spoke in English.
the gentle swell of her white bosom. “Morbleu, Friend Trowbridge, look
To me there seemed something of to me, assist me hence to some asylum
the cold finality of death about her for lunatics,” de Grandin implored.
pose and figure. After the glowing “I am caduc—mad like a hare of’
beauty and barbaric splendor of her March. I see that which is not and
unnamed companion, she seemed al¬ hear words unspoken! ’ ’
most meanly dressed, but de Grandin “Then I’m crazy too,” I rejoined,
and Bennett were mute with admira¬ leaning forward to assist Bennett in
tion as they gazed on her. his task of lifting the girl from her
“Mordieu, she is the spirit of coffin-bed. “We’re all mad—mad as
Greece, undebased by evil times, hatters, but-”
brought down to us within a shell of “Yes, parbleu,” he agreed, fairly
clay,” the little Frenchman mur¬ dancing before us to toss back the
mured, bending over her and study¬ covers of the camp bed and ease the
ing her calm, finely molded features girl upon it, “mad we are, of a
like a connoisseur inspecting a bit of surety, but who would own sanity if
priceless statuary. madness brings visions such as this?”
Young Bennett was almost speech¬ In another moment the blankets
less with • mingled excitement and had been drawn about the girl’s
homage. “What—what did you say shoulders, and with Bennett seated at
her name was’” he asked thickly, her left, de Grandin at her right, and
swallowing between words, as though me standing at the bedstead’s foot,
the pressure of his breath forced she held her little levee like some
them back into his throat. spoiled beauty of the Louis’ court at
“Peligia,” de Grandin returned, her salon.
bending closer to study the texture of “How comes it you speak English,
her robe. Mademoiselle?” de Grandin de¬
“Peligia,” Bennett repeated softly. manded, putting in blunt words the
* ‘ Peligia-’ ’ Scarce aware of what question which burned in all our
he did, he reached downward and brains.
took one of the shapely hands crossed The girl turned her agate eyes on
above her quiet bfeast in his. him with a puzzled little frown.
Jules de Grandin and I stood fas¬ “English?” she repeated. “What is
cinated, scarce daring to breathe, for English ? ’ ’
at the whispered name and the pres¬ “Norn d’un nom! What is”—de
sure of the boy’s fingers on hers, the Grandin gasped, looking as if he
woman in the coffin stirred, the slen¬ were in momentary danger of explod-
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 453
ing—“ ‘What is it?’ you do ask. It tle Frenchman cried, striding toward
is the language we use. The barbar¬ the brute with upraised hand.
ous tongue of the Saxon savages!” S-s-s-sh! Venomous as the hiss of
“Why”—still her smooth brow a poisonous reptile, the thing’s furi¬
wrinkled with noneomprehension— ous spit greeted his advance, and
“is not the tongue we use that of the every sable hair along its spine reared
Empire? Are we not in Alexan¬ upwrard belligerently.
dria?” “Out, I say!” de Grandin re¬
‘ ‘ In Alexandria! ’ ’ Again the little peated, aiming a devastating kick at
Frenchman seemed on the point of the brute.
bursting; then, with a mighty effort, It did not dodge. Bather, it seemed
he restrained himself and demanded, to writhe from under his foot, evad¬
“Parlez vous Frangaisf” ing the blow with perfect ease. With
She shook her head in silent nega¬ a lithe, bounding spring it launched
tion. itself into the air, landed fairly on the
covers protecting the girl’s bosom and
“But—but,” he began; then he
bent forward savagely, worrying at
stopped short with a look of bewil¬
her throat.
derment, almost of dismay.
Bennett leaped to his feet, flailing
‘ ‘ I understand, ’ ’ she broke in while
at the thing with ineffectual blows,
he waited her explanation. “A mo¬
fearing to strike directly downward
ment ago I ceased to hold my lord’s
lest he hit the girl, and missing the
hand, and the words you used seemed
writhing brute each time he swung
suddenly meaningless, though before
his impotent fists at it.
I understood perfectly. See, while his
Then, suddenly as it had appeared,
hand is clasped in mine I talk as you
the creature vanished. Snarling
do and understand your speech, but
once, defiantly, it turned and leaped
the moment I release his fingers my
to the window-sill. As it paused for
mind becomes a blank, and all about
a final baleful glare at us, we saw a
me seems strange. I know the an¬
tiny red fleck against its lips. Was it
swer to your question. He”—she east
blood? I wondered. Had the beast
another, melting glance , on the boy sit¬
fleshed its fangs in the girl’s throat?
ting beside her—“he is my love
De Grandin had seized a piece of
through all the ages, the man who
crockery from the dresser and raised
waked me into life from death. While
his hand to hurl it at the beast, but
he touches me or I touch him I speak
the missile was never thrown. Ab¬
with his tongue and hear with his
ruptly, like a light snuffed out in a
ears; the moment our contact is
gust of wind, the thing was gone.
broken I am an alien and a stranger
None of us saw it leap from the sill;
in a strange land and time. ’ ’
there was no sound of its feet against
“Cordieu, yes, it is possible,” de the heaped-up dry leaves outside. It
Grandin agreed with a short nod. “I was gone, nor could we say how or
have known such cases where patients where.
suffered with amentia, but- On the bed, Peligia wept despair¬
“Scat!” The interruption came ingly, drawing her breath with deep,
with dramatic suddenness as he laboring sobs and expelling it with
chanced to glance toward the open low, quavering moans. “My lord,”
door. Upon the threshold, one fore¬ she cried, seizing Bennett ’s hand in
foot raised tentatively, its big, green hers that she might express herself,
eyes fixed on the reclining girl with “I understand it all. That was no
a baleful gleam, stood a huge black cat, but the ka of Kaku, the priest of
cat. Sebek. Long years ago he put me in
“Out, beast of evil omen!” the lit¬ a magic sleep with his unclean sor-
454 WEIRD TALES
ceries, but before be did so he told me minded to tell him her true age!” and
that if ever I awakened and loved an¬ he stepped forward as though to carry
other man his double would pursue out his threat.
me from the dungeons of Amenti and “Come back, you little fool,” I ad¬
ravish me from out my lover’s arms. monished, seizing his elbow and drag¬
And in token of his threat he hung ging him away; “he’ll have us all
this about my neek”—she pointed committed to an asylum!” At which
hysterically to the chaplet of golden he laughed all the harder, to the very
disks and ruddy beads—" ‘ and warned evident scandal of the serious-minded
me that my life in the days to be attaches of the clerk’s office.
would last only so long as the seven
The earthenware coffin in which the
pendants of this jewel. One at a dead girl had lain, together with her
time, he vowed, his la would take the
splendidly barbaric ornaments, had
stones from me, and as each one fell,
been taken to the Museum as trophies
so would my stay in the land of my
of Bennett’s researches, and, backed
new-found lover be shortened. Be¬
by de Grandin’s statement, his stoiy
hold, my darling, already he has
of the find was duly accredited. Of
wrested one of the stones from me!” the manner of Peligia ’s coming noth¬
Baring her breast of the shrouding ing had been said, and since Ells¬
blankets, she indicated the necklace. worth was an orphan without near
One of the tiny earnelian pendants relatives, there was little curiosity
was gone. The jewel of seven, stones shown in his charming wife’s ante¬
retained but six, cedents. Their brief honeymoon had
been a dream of happiness, and their
4. The Accident life together in the cheerful little
“They are late, Trowbridge, my and rushed into the hall for my hat
friend,” he announced unnecessarily. and topcoat.
“ I do not like it. It is not well. ’ ’ De Grandin was ahead of me, al¬
“Nonsense!” I scoffed. “Ells¬ ready seated in the car when I ran
worth’s probably had a blowout or down the front steps. ‘ ‘ Stand on it;
something of the sort, and is holding hasten; fly!” he urged as I shot the
us up while he puts on a new tire.” self-starter and turned toward the
“Perhaps, possibly,” de Grandin hospital at furious speed. “Sang du
admitted, “but I have the malaise, diable, I knew it; in each bone of my
notwithstanding. Go to the telephone, body I felt it coming! Oh, hurry,
I beseech, and assure yourself they hurry, my friend, or we may be too
are on the way.” late!”
“Stuff!” I retorted, but reached “Too late? For what?” I asked
for the receiver as I spoke, for it was crossly. “The nurse didn’t say they
plain my friend’s apprehension was were seriously hurt.”
mounting like a thermometer’s mer¬ ‘ ‘ Haste, more haste! ’ ’ was his only
cury on an August afternoon. reply as he leaned forward like a
“Give me-” I began, preparing jockey bending across the neck of his
to name Bennett ’s number, but the mount to urge it to greater speed.
voice of central cut me off. Rounding comers on two wheels,
“Here’s your party,” she an¬ even cutting across sidewalks in our
nounced, speaking to someone on the effort to clip a few feet from our
other end of the line. course, our siren shrilling continu¬
“Is this Dr. Trowbridge?” the ously, we dashed through the winter
cool, impersonal voice of one used to night, finally drew up beneath the
discussing tragedies over the tele¬ hospital’s porte-cochere, our motor
phone demanded. panting like a winded polo pony after
“Yes,” I admitted, “but I was just a furious chukker.
attempting to get another party on “Where are they—plumes^d’un
the wire-” canard!—where are Monsieur and
“I think this is important,” the Madame Bennett, if you please?”
other interrupted. “Do you know a cried de Grandin, fairly bouncing
Mr. Ellsworth Bennett?” through the hospital door.
“ Yes! What about him ? ’ ’ “Mrs. Bennett’s in the operating-
“This is the Casualty Hospital. room, now,” the night supervisor
Mr. and Mrs. Bennett and their taxi- replied, not at all impressed with
driver were brought here twenty min¬ his Urgency. “She was rather bad¬
utes ago. He regained consciousness ly-”
for only a moment, and begged us “And that operating-room, it is
to call you, then fainted again, where?” he demanded impatiently.
and-” “Be quick, if you please. It is of the
“I’ll be right over!” I shouted, importance, and I am Dr. de Gran¬
clashing the receiver back into its din. ’ ’
hook and springing from my chair. “The operating-room’s on the
“Trowbridge, mon vieux—it is fourth floor, but no one is permitted
the bad news?” de Grandin asked, there while the surgeons are-”
leaping to his feet and regarding me “Ah bah!” he interrupted, for
with a wide-eyed stare. once forgetting his customary cour¬
“They’ve just had an accident— tesy, and starting down the corridor
motor collision—at the Casualty Hos¬ at a run. “Come with me, Friend
pital now—unconscious,” I jerked Trowbridge!” he flung back over his
out as I ran through the dining-room, shoulder, pressing his finger to the
notified Nora of the cause of delay, elevator bell button and continuing
456 WEIRD TALES
francs would I perform sucli an again, and turned toward the room
operation,” he murmured as he where the Bennetts’ taxi-driver lay.
turned his gloves inside out and “ Mon vieuxthe Frenchman bent
shrugged out of his gown. To the above the patient’s cot and laid a
nurse he ordered: “Attend her con¬ friendly hand on his shoulder, “we
stantly, Mademoiselle; on your life, are come to interview you. You will
see that the necklace is kept con¬ please tell us what occurred?”
stantly in place. Already you have “If you’re from th’ insurance com-
observed the effect of its loss on her; p’ny,” the chauffeur answered, “I
it is not necessary to say more, heinf” want you to git me, and git me right;
“Yes, sir,” responded the nurse, I wasn’t drunk, no matter what these
gazing at him with mingled wonder here folks tell you. I’m off’n that
and respect. Surgical nurses soon stuff, an’ have been ever since th’ kid
recognize a master craftsman, and the wuz bom.”
exhibition he had given that night “But of course,” de Grandin
would remain history forever in the agreed with a nod. “That much is
operating-room of Casualty Hospital. understood, and you will please de¬
“I feared something like this,” he scribe the accident. ’ ’
confided as we walked slowly down “Well, you can take it or leave it,”
the corridor. “All evening I have the other replied truculently. ‘ ‘ I wuz
been ill at ease; the moment I heard drivin’ south through Minot Avenoo,
of the accident I made sure the hos¬ makin’ pretty good time, ’cause th’
pital authorities in their ignorance young gentleman told me he had a
would remove the jewel from Ma- dinner date, an’ just as I was turnin’
dame’s throat—grace a Dieu we were into Tecumseh Street I seen what I
in time to replace it before the worst thought wuz a piece o’ timber or
occurred. As it is-” He broke sumpin layin’ across th’ road, an’
off with a shrug of his narrow shoul¬ turned out to avoid it. Blow me if
ders. “Come,” he added, “let us th’ thing didn’t move right across th’
interview Monsieur Bennett. I doubt pa’ment ahead o’ me, keepin’ in me
not he has something of interest to path all th’ time. You can believe
tell.” me or not—I’m tellin’ you the gospel
truth, though—it wuz a alligator. I
5. The Shadow of Sehek know a alligator when I see one, too,
“iy/fR. BENNETT is still under the
for I drove a taxi down to Miami
durin’ th’ boom, an’ I seen plenty o’
•LV1 anesthetic,” the nurse in¬
them animated satchels down there
formed us when we inquired at my in th’ *gator farms. Yes, sir, it was
friend’s room. “He had a Colles’ a ’gator, an’ nothin’ else, an’ th’ big¬
fracture of the lower right epiphysis, gest ’gator I ever seen, too. Must a’
and Dr. Grosnal gave him a whiff of
been sixteen or eighteen foot long, if
ether while he was repositioning the
it wuz a inch, an’ a lot sprier on its
fragments. ’ ’ feet than any ’gator I ever seen be¬
“U’m,” commented de Grandin. fore, for I -wuz goin’ at a right fair
“The treatment was correct, Made¬ clip, as I told you, an’ Minot Avenoo
moiselle. The chauffeur who drove ain’ more’n fifty foot wide from curb
them, where is he ? I am told he, also, to curb, but fast as I wuz goin’, I
was hurt.” couldn’t turn out fast enough to keep
“Yes, you’ll find him in Ward D,” that cussed thing fr’m crawlin’ right
the girl replied. “He wasn’t hurt smack in front o’ me. I ain’t par-
much, but he was taking on quite a tic’lar ’bout runnin’ over a lizard,
bit when I came through.” d’ye see, an’ if this here thing hadn’t
“U’m,” de Grandin remarked been th’ granddaddy of all th’ ’ga-
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 45'J
tors that ever got turned into suit- your accident, this monster alligator,
eases an’ poeketbooks, I’d a’ run ’im where was he?”
down an’ gone on me way; but run- “Say,” the driver confided, “you
nin’ over a thing like that wuz as know what? He wuzn’t no place. If
much as me axles wuz worth—he I hadn’t seen ’im wid me own eyes
wuzn’t a inch less’n three foot high I’d a’ believed th’ sawbones when he
fr’m belly to back, not countin’ th’ said I had th ’ heebie-jeebies; but I tell
extra height o’ his legs—-an’ me cab you I hadn’t had nuttin’ to drink,
ain’t paid for yet, so I turns out like an’ I ain’t so nutty as to mistake a
there wuz a ten-foot hole in th’ shadder for a real, live ’gator, ’spe¬
pa’ment ahead o’ me, an’ dam’ if cially a baby th’ size o’ that one.
that thing didn’t keep right ahead o’ It’d be different if I wuz a bozo ’at
me till I lost control o’ me wheel, an’ hadn’t been around much; but I been
th’ nex’ thing I knowed—zowie! I to Florida, an’ I knows a ’gator when
wuz parked up agin a tree wid me I sees one—git met”
radiator leakin’ like a cake o’ iee lef’ “Mats out, my friend,” the French¬
out in th’ sun on Fourt’ o’ July, an’ man nodded, ‘ ‘ your story has the ver¬
me wid me head half-way t ’rough th ’ itable ring of verisimilitude.”
windshield,' an’ me two fares knocked
right outa th’ cab where th’ door’d “ It has, has it ? It’s th ’ truth, an ’
give way in th ’ smash-up. That’s th ’ nuttin’ else but ?” the offended chauf¬
Gawd’s truth, an’ you can take it or feur exclaimed as de Grandin rose
leave it,” and with another friendly nod tip¬
toed from the room.
*‘Cordieu, my excellent one,” de
Grandin assured him, “we do take it, “That explains it,” I jubilated as
nor do we require salt upon it, either. we walked slowly down the corridor.
This alligator, now, this so abom¬ The uncanniness of the night’s hap¬
inable saurian who did cause you to penings had gotten on my nerves, and
collide with the roadside tree, was he I had.been on the point of believing
in the locality when the ambulance my friend’s mishap might be trace¬
arrived ? ’ ’ able to the ancient curse, but here
was a perfectly natural explanation
“Sa-ay, you tryin’ to kid me?” of the whole affair. “ If that man
demanded the injured man. wasn’t drunk or half insane with co-
“By no means. We believe all you cain I’m much mistaken. Of course,
have told us. Can you not be equally he imagined he saw an alligator cross¬
frank with us and reply to our que¬ ing lus path! I’m only surprized
ries?” that he didn’t insist it was pink or
“Well,” returned the patient, mol¬ baby blue instead of the conventional
lified by de Grandin’s evident cre¬ shade. These taxi-drivers-”
dence, “that’s th’ funny part o’ th’ “This particular one told the
joke, sir. When th’ ding-dong came truth,” de Grandin cut. in, speaking
for me an’ me fares, I told th’ saw¬ softly, as though more to himself than
bones about th’ ’gator, an’ he ups an’ to me. ‘ ‘ When he assured me he was
says to th’ murderer ’at runs th’ busi¬ no longer drinking there was the in¬
ness end o’ th’ rattler, ‘This here dubitable ring of truth in his words.
guy’s been drinkin more hootch ’an Moreover-”
01’ Man Volstead ever prohibited.’ “Yes? Moreover?” I prompted,
That’s what he says, sir, an’ me as as he strode a dozen or so paces m
sober as a court-house full o’ judges, thoughtful silence.
too?” “Tiens, it is most strange, but not
“Infamous!” de Grandin pro¬ impossible,” he replied. “This Se-
nounced. “But the sine qua non of bek, I know him.”
460 WEIRD TALES
alighted from the late New York bells sounding clamorous warning, a
train. “Cordieu,” the Frenchman fire-engine swept past us, its uproar
laughed as he snuggled into the far¬ cutting short my utterance.
ther comer of the station taxicab, “to “Mordieu, what a night for a
attend the play in the metropolis is fire!” the Frenchman murmured as
good, Friend Trowbridge, but we pay we ascended my front steps.
a heavy price in chilled feet and
The office telephone was shrilling
frosted noses when we return in such
wildly as I fitted my latchkey to the
a storm as this!”
door.
“Yes, getting chilblains is one of “Hello—hello, Dr. Trowbridge?”
the favorite winter sports among us an agonized voice hailed as I lifted
suburbanites,” I replied, lighting a the receiver.
cigar and puffing mingled smoke and “Yes.”
vaporized breath from my nostrils. “Bennett, Ellsworth Bennett, talk¬
“U’m,” he remarked thoughtfully, ing. Our house is on fire, and Pe¬
“your mention of winter sports re¬ ligia is—I’m bringing her right over
minds me that our friends the Ben¬ to your place!” The sharp click of
netts are at Lake Placid. I wonder his receiver smashed into its hook and
much how it is with them ? ’ ’ closed his announcement like an ex¬
“They’re not there now,” I an¬ clamation point.
swered. “Ellsworth wrote me that ‘ ‘ The Bennetts are still pursued by
both he and Peligia are completely Kaku, it seems,” I remarked sar¬
recovered and he expects to reopen castically, turning to de Grandin.
his home this week. We’ll have to “That was Ellsworth on the ’phone.
look in on them later. I wonder if It was his house the engines were go¬
they’ve had any more visitations from ing to. He wasn’t very coherent, but
—what was his name?—the old I gathered that Peligia is injured, and
Egyptian priest, you know. ’ ’ I could he’s bringing her here. ’ ’
not forbear the sly dig at my friend, “Eh, do you say so?” the little
for his stubborn insistence that the Frenchman replied, his small eyes
series of mishaps befalling Ellsworth widening with sudden concern. ‘ ‘ Per¬
Bennett and his wife were due to the haps, my friend, you will now be¬
malign influence of a man dead and lieve-” He lapsed into silence,
buried more than a thousand years striding nervously up and down the
struck me as droll. office, lighting one cigarette from the
“Pri& Dieu they have not,” he re¬ glowing stump of another, answering
sponded seriously. “As you have my attempts at conversation with
been at great pains to assure me short, monosyllabic grunts.
many times, my friend, all has seemed Ten minutes later when I answered
well with them since the night the insistent clatter of the front door¬
of their motor accident, but ’ ’—he bell, Ellsworth Bennett stood in the
paused a moment—“as yet I am un¬ vestibule, a long bundle, swathed in
convinced we have heard the last of rugs and blankets, in his arms. A
that so wicked Kaku and his abom¬ wave of sudden pity swept over me
inable god.” as I noted his appearance.
“We certainly have not, if you in¬ The light-hearted, easy-going boy
sist on raving about them,” I re¬ who had taken his strange bride’s
turned rather testily as the. taxi hand in his before the altar of the
swung into our block. “If I were Greek Orthodox church a short four
you, I’d-” months ago was gone, and in his place
Clang! Clung! clang-clang-a-lang! stood a man prematurely aged. Lines,
Bushing like the wind, its siren deep-etched by care and trouble,
shrieking like the tempest, and its showed about his mouth and at the
462 WEIRD TALES
comers of his eyes, and his long, After I’d knotted the sheets together
loosely articulated frame bent be¬ I tossed the other bedclothes out to
neath'something more than the weight act as a cushion when we landed, and
of the object he clasped to his breast. slid down, then stood waiting to catch
“Ellsworth, boy, whatever is the Peligia in my arms. I’d managed to
matter?” I exclaimed sympathetic¬ slip on some clothes, but her things
ally as I seized his shoulder and fairly had been lying on a chair near the
dragged him across the threshold. door, and had caught fire before she
“God knows,” he answered wear¬ could put ’em on, so there was noth¬
ily, laying his inert burden on the ing for her to do but brave the storm
surgery table and turning a misera-. in her nightclothes.
ble countenance to us. “I brought “I was standing, waiting to catch
her here because ’ ’—he seemed to her in my arms, and she had already
struggle with himself a moment, then begun to slide down the knotted
continued—“I brought her here be¬ sheets when-” He paused, and a
cause I didn’t know where else to shudder ran through him, as though
take her. I thought she’d be safer the chill of his midnight escape still
here—with you, sir,” he turned di¬ clung to him, despite my surgery’s
rectly to de Grandin with an implor¬ warmth.
ing look. “Yes, what then?” de Grandin
“Ohe la pauvre-” the French¬ prompted.
man leaned forward and put back the “I saw him! I tell you, I saw
coverings from Peligia’s pale face him!” the boy blazed out, as though
tenderly. “Tell me, man enfanthe we had already denied his word.
glanced up at the distracted husband, “Dieu de tous les poissons!” de
“what was it this time?” Grandin almost screamed. * ‘ Proceed.
“God knows,” the wretched What, or whom, did you see?”
youngster repeated. “We got back “I don’t know who it was, but I
from the lake on Tuesday, and Peligia suspect, ’’ the other responded. “Just
seemed so well and so ’ ’—a sob choked as Peligia was slipping down the
him, but he went bravely on—“and sheets, a mam, looked out of the win¬
so happy, and we thought we’d man¬ dow above her and tried to choke her!
aged to escape from the nemesis which “Mind you, not forty seconds be¬
pursues us. fore, we’d been driven from that bed¬
room by the fire which was raging in
“We went to bed early this eve¬ the hall, and there was no ehance for
ning, and I don’t know how long we’d
anything living to pass through that
slept when we awakened together,
flaming hell, and no one in the room
smelling smoke in the room.
when we quit it, but there was a man
“Flames were darting and creep¬ at our window as my wife began her
ing under the door like so many ser¬ descent. He leaned over the sill and
pents when we realized what was hap¬ snatched at her throat, as if trying to
pening, and I grabbed the bedside strangle her. I heard her scream
’phone to call the fire department, above the hiss of the fire as he missed
but the wires must have burned al¬ his clutch at her throat and drew
ready, for, I couldn’t get any re¬ back a moment; then he whipped out
sponse from central. a knife and slashed the sheet in two,
“When I opened the door the whole six inches below the level of the sill.
hallway was a mass of flames, and “I couldn’t have been mistaken,
there was no possibility of anything gentlemen,” he turned a challenging
human going through; so I made a glance from one of us to the other.
rope by tearing the bed sheets in strips “I tell you, 1 saw him; saw him as
and prepared to escape by the window. plainly as I see you now. The fire was
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 463
polished surface and cupped his strength I know not, and I do greatly
pointed chin in his palms, staring fear my own weapons are but feeble
straight before him with a fixed, un¬ things. Trowbridge, dear old friend”
seeing stare of utter abstraction. —his slender, strong hand clasped
At last: “Parbleu, it is desperate, mine in a quick pressure—“should
but so are we.. We shall try it!” he it so happen that I return no more,
announced. For a moment his gaze see that they write upon my tomb,
wandered wildly about the room, ‘He died serving his friends.’ ”
passing rapidly over the floor, walls “But, my dear chap, surely you’re
and ceiling. At last it came to rest not going to leave us now,” I began,
on a sepia print of Rembrandt’s only to have my protest drowned by
Study in Anatomy. his shout:
*11 know not whether it will serve, ’ ’ ‘ ‘ Priest Kaku, server of false gods,
he muttered, rising quickly and de¬ persecutor of women, I charge thee,
taching the picture from its hook, come forth; manifest thyself, if thou
“but, parbleu, it must! darest. I, Jules de Grandin, chal¬
“Go, Friend Trowbridge,” he or¬ lenge thee!”
dered over his shoulder while Jie I shook my head and rubbed my
worked feverishly at the screw-eyes eyes in amazement. Was it the swirl
to which the picture’s wire was at¬ of snowflakes, driven through the
tached. “Do you go upstairs and see partly opened window by the howling
how it is with our friends. Me, I January blast, or the fluttering of the
shall follow anon.” scrim curtain, that patch of white at
‘ ‘ Everything all right ? ” I asked as the farther end of the room? Again
cheerfully as I could as I entered the I looked, and amazement gave way to
room where Peligia lay as silent as something akin to incredulity, and
though in a trance. that, in turn, to horror. In the
“I—don’t know,” Bennett fal¬ empty air beside the window-place
tered. “I put her to bed, as you there was taking form, like a motion-
ordered, and before I could even be¬ picture projected on a darkened
gin to pray I fell asleep. I just woke screen, the shadowy form of a man.
up a moment ago. I don’t think she’s Tall, cadaverous, as though long dead
—oh; o-o-oh!” The exclamation was and buried, he was clothed in a
wrung from him as a scream might straight-hanging one-piece garment of
come from a culprit undergoing the grayish-green linen, with shaven head
torture. His wife’s head, pillowed and face, protruding, curling beard,
against the bed linen, was white as and eyes the like of which I had
the snowy cloth itself, and already never seen in human face, eyes which
there was a look of impending death glowed and smoldered with a fiery
upon her features. Too often I had glint like the red reflection of the
seen that look on a patient’s face as glory-hole of lowest hell.
the clock hands neared the hour of 2. For an instant he seemed to waver,
Unless I was much mistaken, Peligia half-way between floor and ceiling,
Bennet would never see the morning’s regarding the little Frenchman with
sun. a look of incomparable fury, then his
“Ha, it seems I come none too burning, glowing orbs fixed them¬
soon,” de Grandin’s voice came in a selves intently on the sleeping woman
strident whisper from the door be¬ on the bed.
hind us. Peligia gave a short, stifled gasp,
“My friends,” he announced, fac¬ her lids fluttered open, but her eyes
ing each of us in turn, his little eyes stared straight before her sight¬
dilated with excitement, “this night I lessly. Her slender, blue-veined
enter the lists against a foe whose hands rose slowly from the counter-
THE JEWEL OF SEVEN STONES 465
pane, stretched out toward the hov¬ but a moment ere I realized the battle
ering phantom in the corner of the was not hopelessly to the ghost-thing
room, and slowly, laboriously, like a and against his mortal opponent.
woman in a hypnotic trance, she rose, De Grandin seemed to make no at¬
put forth one foot, from the bed, and tempt. to grapple with the priest of
made as if to walk to the beckoning, Sebek or to snare him in the loop of
compelling eyes burning in the livid wire. Rather, his sole attention
face of the—there was no doubt about seemed directed to avoiding the long-
it—priest of Sebek who stood, now bladed copper knife with which the
fully materialized, beside the window priest was armed.
of my bedroom. Again and again the wraith stabbed
“Back!” de Grandin screamed, savagely at de Grandin’s face, throat
thrusting out one hand and forcing or chest. Each time the Frenchman
her once more into the bed. avoided the lunging knife and
He wheeled about, facing the green- brought his loop of woven iron down
robed priest of Egypt with a smile upon the ghost-thing’s arms, shoul¬
more fierce than any frown. “Mon¬ ders or shaven pate, and I noticed
sieur from hell,” he challenged, “long with elation that the specter writhed
years ago you did make wager of bat¬ at each contact with the iron as
tle against him who should lift thy though it had been white-hot.
spell, and the spell of Sebek, thy un¬ How long the struggle lasted I do
clean god, from off this woman. He not know. De Grandin was panting
who submits to ordeal by battle may like a spent runner, and great streams
fight for himself or engage a cham¬ of perspiration ran down his pale
pion. Behold in me the champion of face. The other made no sound of
this man and this woman. Say, wilt breathing, nor did his sandaled feet
thou battle against me for their lives scuff against the carpet as he strug¬
and happiness, or art thou the filthy gled with the Frenchman. Bennett
coward whieh I do believe thee?” and I stood as silent as two graven
It was monstrous, it was impossible, images, and only the short, labored
it could not be; my reason told me breathing of die little Frenchman
that flesh and blood could not enter broke the stillness of the room as the
the lists against intangible phantoms combat waxed and waned.
and hope to win; yet thei*e, in the At last it seemed the phantom foe-
quiet of my bedroom, Jules de Gran¬ man was growing lighter, thinner, less
din flung aside jacket and waistcoat,
solid. Where formerly he had seemed
bent his supple body nearly double,
as much a thing of flesh and bone as
and charged headlong into the twin¬
his antagonist, I could now distinctly
ing embrace of a thing which had ma¬
descry the outlines of pieces of furni¬
terialized out of the air.
ture when he stood between them and
As he leaped, across the room the
me. He was once more assuming his
Frenchman snatched something from
ghostly transparence.
his pocket and whirled it about his
head like a whiplash. With a gasp of Time and again he sought to strike
amazement I.recognized it for a four- through de Grandin’s guard. Time
foot strand of soft-iron picture wire— and again the Frenchman flailed him
the wire he had taken from the print with the iron scourge, avoiding his
in my surgery. knife by the barest fraction of an
The phantom arms swept forward inch.
to engulf my little friend, the phan¬ At lengtii: “In nomine Domini!”
tom face lit up with a smile as dia¬ de Grandin shrieked, leaping forward
bolical as that of Satan at the arrival and showering a perfect hailstorm of
of a newly damned soul, yet it was whip-lashes on his opponent.
466 WEIRD TALES
The green-clad priest of Sebek they abhor it. Do you begin to see ? ’ ’
seemed to wilt like a wisp of grass “No, I can’t say I do. You
thrown into the fire, to trail upward mean-’ ’
like a puff of smoke, to vanish and ‘ ‘ I mean that, more than any other
dissolve in the' encircling air. country, Egypt was absorbed with the
“Triomphe, it is finished!” sobbed spiritual side of life. Men’s days
de Grandin, stumbling across the there were passed in communing with
room and half falling across the bed- the souls of the departed or spirits of
where Peligia Bennett lay. “It is another sort, elemental spirits, which
finished, and—mon Dieu—I am bro¬ had never worn the clothing of the
ken!” Burying his face in the flesh.
coverlet, he fell to sobbing like a child ‘ ‘ The mummification of their dead
tired past the point of endurance. was not due to any horror of putre¬
faction, but to their belief that a
“ Tt was magnificent,” I told him as physical resurrection would take
-*■ we sat in my study, a box of ci¬ place at the end of seven ages—
gars and one of my few remaining roughly, seven thousand years. Dur¬
bottles of cognac between us. “You ing that time, according to their reli¬
fought that ghost bare-handed, and gion, the body would lie in its tomb,
conquered him, but I don’t under¬ and at the end of the period the soul,
stand any of it. Do you feel up to or ka„would return and reanimate it.
explaining?” Meantime, the ka kept watch beside
He stretched luxuriously, lighted a the mummy. Do you now see why no
fresh cigar and flashed one of his iron entered into their coffins?”
quick, impish smiles at me through “Because the spirit, watching be¬
the smoke wreaths. “Have you stud¬ side the body, would find the iron’s
ied much of ancient Egypt?” he proximity uncomfortable ? ’ ’
asked irrelevantly. “Precisely, my friend, you have
“Mighty little,” I confessed. said it. There have been authenti¬
* ‘ Then you are, perhaps, not aware cated instances of ghosts being barred
of the absence of iron in their ruins? from haunted houses by no greater
You do not know their mummy-cases barrier than an iron wire stretched
are put together with glue and across the door. In Ireland the little
wooden dowels, and such instruments people are ofttimes kept from a cot¬
of metal as are found in their temples tage by nothing more than a pair of
are of copper or bronze, never of iron steel shears opened with their points
or steel?” toward the entrance. So it was that
“I’ve heard something like that,” I determined to put it to a test and
I replied, “but I don’t quite get the attack that shade of Kaku with
significance of it. It’s a fact that naught but a scourge of iron. Eh
they didn’t understand the art of Men, it was a desperate chance, but
making steel, isn’t it, and used tem¬ it was successful.”
pered copper, instead ? ’ ’ The flame of his match flared flick-
“I doubt it,” he answered. “The eringly as he set fire to a fresh cigar
arts of old Egypt were highly devel¬ and continued: “Now, as to that
oped, and they most assuredly had jewel of seven stones with which
means of acquiring iron, or even steel, Madame Bennett’s fate is interwoven.
had they so desired. No, my friend, That, my friend, is a talisman—an
the absence of iron is due to a cause outward and visible sign of an invis¬
other than ignorance. Iron, you must ible and spiritiual force. In his hyp¬
know, is the most earthly of all met¬ notic command to her to sleep until
als. Spirits, even of the good, find it awakened by someone in a later age,
repugnant, and as for the evil ones, (Continued on page 575)
I 1. The Valet From the Jungle
HAD about outstayed my welcome
in Merida, down in the toe of
and I’d make the journey in a couple
of easy hops.
If it hadn’t been for this situation
I might not have fallen in so quickly
Mexico. For a time the gilded
with the little valet’s mad scheme.
youth had gone mad over flying, like
But then again, I’d always been curi¬
all the rich youngsters and sport-
ous about the buried temples of the
lovers in the principal towns clear
country, but had never visited any,
back to Tia Juana, where I had
and the prospect of seeing a ruin un¬
started months before. But, as on
known to the world at large was
each previous occasion, the local en¬
irresistible—discounting the other
thusiasm had suddenly evaporated—
features of his tale. All in all, I
a racial trait. So after a week or two
guess I’d have taken him up anyway.
of poor business I was ready to con¬
tinue my flight after pesos down He appeared on a fine afternoon
farther into the Latin Americas. for flying, but one entirely lacking in
Where I would end I didn’t know, patrons. I saw staggering toward me
but Belize, I had decided, over in over my flying-field the only dis¬
British Honduras, would be my next reputable Indian I had ever observed
port o’ call, ninety miles across the in those parts, where they’i'e an
vegetable ocean of Yucatan. There amazingly clean lot—unlike most of
was only one small sierra to go over, the beggars west and north.
487
468 WEIRD TALES
with his big lantern, and after a bit “ ‘How abaht that, then?’ I asks,
I sees what’s there. pointing to the plate in his hands.
“A dusty floor with some broken His face chynged, till I went cold all
pots lying abaht, and a litter of bones over.
in a comer. Some big green beads “ ‘This,’ he says, ‘is the breastplate
was scattered in the dust. He was of a high priest, and I’ve a certain
stooped down by his lamp, looking at right to it. It is all that we shall
a big bright plate with a silly round touch.’ Then he waves me out, and
face in the middle of it and what¬ tells me to go back to camp and start
nots around the edge. supper, and I leaves him there.
“Well, sir, I’ve lived in some great
houses in my time, and I knows a gold ‘ ‘ npHAT night I finally asked him if
dinner service when I sees it. And he reely don’t mean to take that
solid gold it ums, as anyone could gold, and he tells me he’s already
have seen! My head was still going forgotten it, and for me to do the
round, and when I see that it fair same! Meant it, too! Well, I couldn’t
spun orf. I had been that simple, forget it, as you wouldn’t neither,
what with the bats and bugs and liv¬ and after a few days I put it to him
ing like a bloomin’ gipsy and all, I’d strite that since he had no use for the
given up guessing what we was after. gold, how abaht me having a bit of
Now I reelized it was loot, and that it—not all, perhaps, but enough to
we’d found it! give me a little something for my age.
“But I didn’t see any more plates, “It was no use, and that’s why I’m
and at first I didn’t see what else here. There’s a cool million or more
there was. Then I made out that what 'in English pounds waiting there to
I’d taken to be a back wall of largish be taken away. It belongs to me as
bricks was reelly stacked bullion— well as anybody; I was one of the two
yellow ingots, sir, if I drops dead— what found it, and since he won’t
arf to the ceiling, and all raw gold, have it, it’s mine. But it’s got to be
as I could see with one eye! taken out, and the air route is the
“I goes over to them, and after only safe way. We can sail down
standing like a stick for a bit, I there, take a load, bring it up north
reaches up to get one orf the top, and hide it somewheres safe till we’ve
when ole Sarazon looks up. moved it all, then sell a bit for capi¬
“ ‘Don’t touch ’em!’ he yells. tal to ship the lot out of this bleedin’
“ ‘I just wanted to have a closer country to the Stytes, where we can
look,’ I says a bit stiff, for I thought have protection.’’
as we found the stuff together he’d “It sounds like a large order all
have to do the right thing by me, round, ’ ’ I remarked after a breathless
even though I was only his man. silence. Strangely enough, I never
“ ‘If you touch that gold you die,’ doubted his fantastic yarn for a mo¬
he says cold as ice. ‘This is what I’m ment, or questioned the fact of the
after, this only’—and he taps the big gold. I was already addressed heart
plate. and soul to the adventure.
“ ‘What do you mean with your “But how did you get here, and
dying?’ I asks, for I didn’t need no why pick on me?” I wanted to know.
threats to know my plyce, if he was “Once I’d made up my mind to
going to be narsty. have the loot in spite of Sarazon, and
“ ‘Oh, I won’t kill you for it,’ he after thinking up a hunderd plans, I
says, ‘but there’s death in the stuff suddenly got the idear of flying it
itself, make no mistyke; those who out. It’s the only way it could be
put it there had a way to protect it.’ done without the natives knowing.
THE MAGIC OF CHAC-MOOL 471
"Ole Sarazon had got the habit of That was his wild story, his crazy
disappearing for days at a time, and plan. But somehow it all seemed
I decided to start off soon as he left plausible. And he was so eager that
again. That’d give me several days, he trembled. I put him out of his
and after he’d get back he’d be ex¬ misery at once.
pecting me to turn up for several "I’m with you, Cleaver,” I as¬
more. Then if he starts down the sured him. "Your temple can’t be
river again by himself, thinking more than fifty miles south, if that,
something has happened to me, so judging by your hitting the Yucatan
much the better; he’ll never guess line at Tzucacab. It must be some¬
I’m coming back to the temple. He ’ll where along the border of Campeche
think the secret’s safe, and so it will and Quintant Roo. We’ll get a map,
be—wiv us. We can take our sweet figure it out, and hop off pronto—
time. There may be more gold abaht tomorrow at daAvn. We’ll hardly pick
the plyee, even.” up your sand-bar the first shot, but
‘ ‘ If what you saw is only still there, we ought to find it eventually. Came
it’ll be enough,” I grinned. "But along to my hotel.”
what will Sarazon do if he’s still I vaulted to the ground, but he
there? Or, rather, what do we do?” remained seated. His trembling had
"We holds him up wiv a pistol! ceased. Slowly a smile cracked
He’s got a gun, the only one we had through the appalling sunburn of his
between us, but it’s only a light rifle face.
for gyme; he don’t lug it abaht,
"A million pounds!” he cackled
though he’d always hide it from me.
happily. "Oh, my eye!” And stand¬
But you gets the drop on him-”
ing up, he fell out into my aston¬
"Oh, I do, do I?” ished arms.
"-we gets the drop on him if
he tries to stop us, and goes on wiv 2. The City That Forgot Time
our plans. But I tell you he don’t
give a rap for the gold; if he sees C leaver was almost jerking himself
we’re set to take it, he won’t say a out of the safety straps, jabbing
word. ’ ’ the air with one hand and punching
"How long since you left the out his eyes with my binoculars,.held
camp ? ” in the other. I knew what it meant—
He groaned. "Oh, an eternity. at last he had spotted his sand-bar. A
Maybe ten days. I lost count— sand-bar in an unmapped river, in
thought I was done for a score of the unknown interior of Yucatan!
times. I had to go north, since to Like finding a needle in d haystack,
show myself on the East Coast wivout but we had flown to it, that last day,
him would have looked queer. I as if drawn by a magnet.
figured there must be a government I was almost as excited as the little
flyer somewhere north that I could cockney blighter himself; I shoved
get the confidence of, and take a the stick smartly, and though we had
chance; I ’ad nothing to lose and then about five thousand feet—in
we’d both have all to gain. I never order to command the vast territory
’oped to have the luck of finding a we had been combing—we lost a lot
white man with a machine. I just of it in the next few seconds. Then,
kept going somewhere till I struck moderating my transports, I leveled
the railroad at a plyce called Taxi- out a trifle and we swooped down on
eab; soon as I hit Merida I heard of the strangest landing I ever made.
you and legged it out ’ere. Now what Well, I made it nicely, and nothing
do you say?” to complain of in the field, either:
472 WEIRD TALES
hard and firm and smooth as glass, overgrowth, following the hummocky,
and the right dimensions with enough grass-grown traces of hewn stone.
to spare. Just as the emerald dusk was blot¬
When we stopped rolling, neither ting out the last faint blue haze of
of us moved for a while. It was all the afternoon, we came to the first of
strange to me and a little queer, what the rains. We ascended to the ter¬
with the story that had brought me race, dropped our packs, and Cleaver
there and the odd feeling I now had sent out a raucous halloo, which fell
of having sailed that, old boat of mine dead against the walls of darkening
not only into the most mysterious green, and remained unanswered,
jungle on earth but into a dim, past leaving a throbbing silence.
time as well. From a big tree near which I stood,
Our course had lain over a terrain that thrust itself half through a
just saved from being flat—a verita¬ crumbling Cyclopean wall, the cloy¬
ble sea of softly rolling billows of ing scent of a hundred parasite flow¬
foliage in greens and blues. Now, ers floated about me, and the petals
dropped into it, it was a different of some unknown blossom, shattered
matter. The near bank was overhung by a frightened thing above, sifted
with large trees, covered with orchids slowly down through the gloom. Lit¬
that, I reflected, would make a for¬ tle dark-red lizards still darted over
tune in New York. Then I laughed: the loose-held bark, from which I
piker, thinking of peddling orchids! fancied they took their coloring, for
Acrid odors welled round us in a I noted that on a second near-by tree,
soft, hot haze, and the chill of the silver-gray in tone, frisked others,
upper air was so quickly dissipated ashen-hued like their background. I
that suddenly we both started shed¬ could see nothing of the buildings I
ding our straps and heavy, togs. Par¬ knew lay all about us, but I felt the
rots screamed and flung their bright oppression of the doom that had come
wings obliquely across the bar, and upon them, and upon their dwellers.
against the brilliant green of leaves This had been a fabulous city, a
I saw the dead-black nest of an ori¬ city of' temples and palaces and
ole, made of Spanish moss, and the necropolises, a fantastic city of treas¬
gold' coat of its owner. ure, a tithe of which we were there
Gold! A good omen! I leapt out. to claim.
“Can we make it today, Cleaver?” Then I attempted to visualize the
He hopped down like a sparrow. figure of the enigmatic Sarazon, who
“Why not? We should be there by had no desire for the riches he had
sundown. And we’ll take everything yet known how to find, and I won¬
along. ’ ’ dered what it was he sought in that
In five minutes I was snapping my inaccessible place, and whether he
tarpaulins over the cockpits, and with still prowled about those rotting
one full and one flat pack apiece, and piles, and what was to happen if we
the one automatic strapped on my met. Vague as my evocation of him
thigh, we dived into the brush. was, for Cleaver could say only that
We followed first a smooth-worn he was old and tall, it was still sin¬
but faint jaguar trail, through vegeta¬ ister, and I was not eager for .that
tion not high, but most confoundedly meeting. There was something terri¬
prolific. Little Cleaver knew his way fyingly inhuman about a man who
well, for he brought^ us without a had no use for a room full of gold.
pause to the more obvious clue of the I found myself shivering, but it
ruined causeway, where a narrow was from the chill of the incontinent
path had been sliced through the tropic night, which was smothering
THE MAGIC OF CHAC-MOOL 473
despite the growing heat of the morn¬ “How about Sarazon himself?
ing and the sweat I was in from our Maybe he burns it to the old gods.
hasty journey a chill bit into me. The You say he believes in all that sort of
dull malignancy of the thing was dis¬ thing. ’ ’
quieting. “Perhaps; but there were times ’e
I made some exclamation, for wasn’t out of my sight, and after, I’d
Cleaver, who had gone directly to the come ’ere, and there’d be this smell
great closed door opposite the en¬ in the air. I spoke of it to him, and
trance, turned quickly and followed he said it was the old copal, getting
my gaze. Then he dropped the crow¬ stirred up by the winds.”
bars he carried with a clang, and “Well, it’s odd enough, but how
darted to the side of the figure. He about tackling that door?” I sug¬
bent over it a moment, and then gested impatiently.
showed me a troubled face. “Right-o!” he agreed instantly,
“Come ’ere,” he whispered; “this and we started to work.
’ere’s a puzzler; I don’t like it, We started, and we worked, and
neither. Look at that!” He pointed we both got headaches—the sort I
to the image’s middle, where the used to get from dynamite fumes—
navel was hollowed into a saucerlike and we drank quarts of coffee to fight
depression. I saw nothing but the the headaches; and then we fought
grime of centuries, and said so. that door again, but that was all, ex¬
“How abaht this?” He flicked a cept that we broke most of our tools.
pinch of dust, and sniffed his fingers. I wished I had brought dynamite, and
“That’s ashes—copal ashes—as they reproached Cleaver for giving me a
used for incense. This ’ere is Chac- wrong impression.
Mool, and they burned it on ’im as a “You say that Sarazon opened this
way of worship.” damn safe while you were making tea
“Marvelous,” I said; “to think outside?”
those ashes have Iain there for a thou¬ “So he did, and never turned an
sand years!” ’air. And I’m thinking that only he
“That’s just what I don’t like. can open it now. ’ ’
Once or twice before when I’ve come “Rats,” I snorted, for my temper
’ere, thinking abaht the gold, I’ve was frayed; “what’s he got that we
smelt these strong, and they looked haven’t, except maybe brains?”
fresh, somehow. I’ve never caught “He’s got magic!” the cockney
them ’ot, but you might say they was solemnly averred. Then we went out¬
a bit warm. Now, for instance. See side and collapsed on the terrace, and
for yourself.” drank more coffee, and cursed. But
I sifted a little of the silt through I had ideas due to that mention of
my fingers. It was certainly not cool. magic, and we -wasted the afternoon
“Don’t you smell something?” testing those ideas.
I diu, and the faint scent was giv¬ We went over the walls and floor
ing me a headache. inch by inch looking for some clue to
“Sarazon told me,” Cleaver went the mechanics of that door. I jumped
on uneasily, “that the Indians used and bouneed on every separate slab
to believe Chac-Mool ’ere came alive of the floor, and hammered every il¬
at night. That’s all right, but I logical boss of the sculptured reliefs,
don’t like ’im ’aving fresh incense on hoping to start the lever that I am
’is belly. It looks like something else still sure existed somewhere. Sarazon
was alive around ’ere besides ’im.” had opened the door, and quiekly.
His slurred speech, as usual, betrayed There must be a way. We never
his excitement. found it.
THE MAC4IC OF CHAC-MOOL 475
The violet dusk crept into the were the big armored ants whose sting
chamber and finally drove us forth. could produce fever and death; the
As we went, out through the debris giant red scorpions; the hideous
of roots still clinging to the door, a spiders; and more formidable than
lot of big, flat, crablike spiders were all, a ghastly unclassified beetle two
beginning to waken for the night, and inches long at his worst, with a poi¬
their bright pin-point eyes glittered sonous proboscis. The first one that
in the gloom. I felt that Chac-Mool punctured me I slew, and as there
was sneering behind me, but I didn’t was no irritation I forgot my wound
look back. I felt hellishly frustrated ' —for twenty-four hours. Then it be¬
and tired, and a tick had established gan to suppurate, and I wras glad of
himself in my left calf. I didn’t en¬ our medicine kit. Fortunately these
joy our evening meal and we simply creatures prefaced their attack with
eouldn’t go any more coffee. So to a booming noise, and could thus be
our hammocks with splitting heads. detected in time. I saw in them a
This gold might take some getting, horrible resemblance to a certain
was my last thought. long-nosed god sculptured every¬
where about the ruins, whose nose
T he next morning I went alone, the was like an elephant’s trunk. His ap¬
palling visage was set on every side,
river trail being well defined, to
see if the airplane was safe. It was; with its grinning jagged teeth, and
snug in its tarps, but looking weirdly eyes of rounded stones tenoned in, but
incongruous on that sand-bar. Cleav¬ often fallen from their hollow sockets.
er was making a round of the various The beaked beetles seemed made in
ruins to seek traces of Sarazon. We his very image, loosed upon us to drive
had agreed he was probably necessary us from his dusty houses, and under
to open that door. If he failed to that bright sun I had often to shake
appear, or couldn’t be made to off a thrill of superstitious dread.
oblige us, we’d have to fly out and So it was I preferred the pool,
come back with dynamite. I didn’t which I reached by a steep, grassy
want to risk any flights not actually slope that had once been a stair. I
resultful of golden cargo, so we came to suspect in that pool not
pecked away at the treasury now and monsters, but catfish; and having
then in a desultory fashion, and brought tackle, I set about catching
waited for Sarazon. some one afternoon. The depths
There was a natural well, or cenote, were filled with snags, and I detached
against one ruined temple, similar to several rotted branches. This began
smaller ones I’d seen in Merida, and to bore me, and I dozed for awhile,
I bathed with delight in its crystal- to awake at the boom of a warrior
clear, cold waters. They looked stag¬ beetle. I killed him, and found my
nant and roiled, but it was only the hook engaged.
perfumed pollen from the thousands At length I landed a mass of de¬
of orchids and lilies that smothered cayed twigs and leaves, tangled
the large trees overhanging the pool. about a small, thin-walled skull—un¬
Cleaver refused to join me in these mistakably a girl’s. The delicate
revels, insisting that horrible mon¬ sutures were almost separate, and
sters lurked in the dark depths. I the tiny, perfect teeth showed she
never saw anything worse than a had died somewhere in her teens. I
snake with large mottles of green and lost myself in pity and conjecture
yellow and chocolate. over that frail tenement of secrets
The real monsters, it seemed to me, before restoring it gently to the wa¬
were all outside the water: for there ters, but I fished no more.
476 WEIRD TALES
Days passed, and I grew to feel at candid, I was relieved: this light had
home in that bright-colored world of a human origin, anyhow; the noise,
showy flowers and vines and brilliant- therefore, didn’t mean that Chac-
hued birds. We wandered about, al¬ Mool was walking about.
most always together, for Cleaver “It’s Sarazon!” hissed Cleaver.
didn’t want to meet Sarazon alone. ‘ * It can’t be nothing else! ’ ’
Anyway, I had the automatic, and we The light was suddenly brighter; it
had determined to get the drop on flooded that far door, became a daz¬
our man at the moment of encounter. zling disk, and over it swam a face.
And thus it finally befell. ‘ ‘ It, ’s him! ’ ’ There were relief and
apprehension in Cleaver’s whisper,
3. Sarazon but I tapped him for silence, and
W e had supped, the fateful night,
dropping my blankets, stole quickly
to the inner door. This was Sarazon’s
and were in our hammocks,
surprizing homecoming, but it must
sleepily chatting. Cleaver grew silent,
be he who was most to be surprized.
and I lay listening to the insect choir
Hidden behind the door jamb, my
and waiting for a jaguar’s howl to
automatic waiting, I tried to see what
break the monotony. Suddenly there
manner of man was approaching. He
was a dull and heavy detonation
was inordinately tall, it seemed, and
somewhere in the bowels of the ruin.
cadaverous; the little light reflected
I tumbled out in my impeding blan¬
on his face was from below, and
kets and to my feet. Cleaver ran to
threw gaunt shadows on jowl and
my side, draped, I saw by my flash, in
cheeks and into the eye-sockets. In¬
his bedding.
deed, if his light hadn’t obviously
“A falling wall!” I whispered. been an electric lantern, I’d have
“Maybe. But put out that light. thought him a walking specter, as
Wyte!” slowly, deliberately, he shuffled near¬
In darkness we shivered. I kept er, bats wheeling about his head. I
my straining eyes on the faintly dis¬ drew back, and waited breathless.
cernible purple square of the en¬ The light began to brighten our
trance. Minutes passed, and I looked chamber. Cleaver scuttled out of
round for the cockney, but saw noth¬ sight. A minute later Sarazon en¬
ing. Puzzled, I reached out, for I tered, and stopped, towering above
knew he had not moved away from me.
me, and touched him. He jerked, “Hands up, Sarazon!” I called
and the pale mask of his face veered out at once. With another man I
to mine. He had been turned toward should have stayed where I was, but
the inner door. And in that moment from all I’d heard I rather expected
I turned too, and so remained. For the reputed wizard to vanish: so I
something was moving in the inner sprang to him and poked my weapon
chambers—moving on feet. Of course into his side. My free hand I fixed
we inspected those noisome lairs each firmly into a rough tweed coat. Over
night; had done so that evening as my shoulder I barked, “Come and
usual, and knew there was nothing take this light!”
there but the bats. Yet thence pro¬ From his great height the man
ceeded, beyond a doubt, the noise, looked down at my five-feet-ten, his
and, a little later, the light! spare frame tensely braced against
It flickered palely, a gleam against my grip. But when Cleaver ran for¬
one polished jamb of the far door of ward he relaxed.
the room beyond ours, and waxed “So you’ve come back,” he said
jerkily brighter. Cleaver Clutched at casually as he handed the lantern to
me, but I shook him aside. To be the little cockney, who stood embar-
THE MAGIC OF CHAC-MOOL 477
rassed before him. “Well, Cleaver, it master, “for it is now quite plain
would have been better for you had just what form your death will take,
you died in the jungle; I’m really and the jungle would have been
sorry you didn’t.” better. ’ ’
“We don’t mean you no ’arm, sir,” He spoke with so much conviction
Cleaver said humbly. “All we want that I myself was chilled. Glancing
is the gold, and you don’t want that. ’ ’ at the'valet, I saw he was horribly
“You were told enough to forget shaken.
that. If you were to take it we “Puttin’ a corse on me, eh?” he
should all of us leave our bones snarled. “Well, watch out! My pal
here.” ’ere won’t see me done in. ’ ’ This last
“Sit down, Sarazon,” I put in. was, I felt with a sense of pity, an
“We may as well be pleasant about abject appeal to me.
this little affair. How pleasant de¬ ‘ ‘ Cleaver must come to no harm, ’ ’
pends on yon. I’ve yet to see the I told the cold gray eyes. “As he
gold, and there it seems you must says, we mean you none, and if you’ll
help me. But naturally, you must open that door for us we ’ll leave you
be obliging.” I stepped back and in peace. But open the door you
waved the gray barrel suggestively. shall; you must understand we’re ut¬
Cleaver had placed the lamp in a terly determined on that.”
corner, and now he deferentially “Oh, I’ll open it. I realize you
fetched a folding stool, part of their can’t be persuaded. I shan’t waste a
original equipment. word. But it’s a stupid business, and
will probably be fatal to all of us.
Sarazon seated himself and gave
Cleaver is already as good as dead.”
his entire attention to me. I returned
This was gruesome talk, and af¬
the stare. Cadaverous to a degree, he
fected me almost as badly as its vic¬
was yet a figure of patent power. In
tim. “Make coffee,” I directed.
the movements of his emaciated body
“We’ll be awake all night, by turns.
was a curious youthfulness, though
“I’ll take, first watch and then nap
his shock of white hair and wasted
till morning. Naturally our host,
features gave an effect of immense
who is now our guest, is entitled to
age. The cold, faded eyes, set very
one hammock, and there are only
far apart, gleamed over me in a froz¬
two. ’ ’
en eontempt. Here was plainly no
So it was arranged. Sarazon silent¬
charlatan, but a mystic, perhaps a
ly accepted his own blankets, and dis¬
fanatic. He spoke, judicially.
posed himself in one of the canvas
* ‘ I should have given more thought
slings without comment or delay. I
to Cleaver’s disappearance, but I was
believe * he was instantly asleep.
occupied with other matters. Had
Where he had been, on what errand,
I considered it sufficiently, you
and what the manner of his return,
wouldn’t have me at this disadvan¬
were questions never to be put. I
tage. But I never expected to be
drank the coffee, made Cleaver stow
confronted with firearms, or to be dis¬ himself away, and with a fire to com¬
turbed at all. For the moment your
bat the chill and afford light, mount¬
modem methods must prevail. But ed guard. After some hours I roused
Cleaver might better have died in the Cleaver from his troubled dreams and
jungle; I’m sorry he didn’t.”
took my turn at sleep.
“Y’are, are ye?” sneered the
cockney, beginning to take heart as
he saw Sarazon accepting the situa¬
M orning and coffee odors awoke
me. The perfumed mists were
tion. slowly rising under the sun. Sarazon
“Yes, idiot,” snapped his former went on sleeping as we discussed him.
478 WEIRD TALES
but our plans were simple and all for loudness. Our eyes glued to his broad
immediate action, so the three of us back, we waited breathless.
breakfasted together, and set out at Straightening up, he turned to us,
once for the Temple of the Boas. He and his long right arm shot out. We
was impassively taciturn. When we swung round, gasped: the great door
started he doffed his tweed coat, and stood open, and beyond, the shadows
it was evident that he wore under his waited! From a litter of hacked
flannel shirt a large disk, no doubt roots adhering to the frame a few dis¬
the gold priest’s breastplate of which tracted scorpions scuttled, tails in air.
Cleaver had spoken. A very queer “ ’Ow did you do it?” shrilled
business all round, I reflected, as we Cleaver; “you’ve got to tell-”
made our way in single file through
the still-damp foliage. I brought up “The door is open; I’ll tell you
the rear and kept a most wary eye on nothing! ’ ’ Sarazon cut in.
Sarazon, but we arrived at the portal I was piqued at the ease with which
of the giant serpents without inci¬ he solved what had so baffled us, and
dent. at his cleverness in fixing our atten¬
Silently we passed within. I tion on his abracadabra so that we
stopped at the door, but Cleaver shouldn’t see just when the door
danced over to the treasury in mad opened. But what did it matter?
excitement. The door gaped, and striding over,
I sent my flash boring into the semi¬
“Open it, sir; open it!” he begged gloom. The headachy fumes we had
and commanded. previously suffered were overpower-
“You will both have to leave me ingly pungent.
alone,” Sarazon replied quietly. “A “There they are!” screamed
matter of minutes only.” I moved Cleaver at my elbow, and darted in¬
as if to go out, but Cleaver was side. I saw the gold was actually
shrilly indignant. “No, you don’t! there—a solid wall of it, how deep
We don’t leave you out of our sight. there was no telling. In the beam of
Go ahead and open ’er. Myke ’im my flash Cleaver clawed at the upper
do it!”—to me. tier, but I gave him only half an eye,
Sarazon glared at the little man, and waited. Sarazon I watched like
but I slapped the weapon on my a hawk, my hand at my holster. I
thigh. “We must insist,” I smiled. wasn’t going to have that door close
The gaunt man glared at us, then as quickly as it had opened, and trap
slowly strolled down the room. I’ll one or both of us. But the tall mystic
admit I was never so curious in my leant against Chac-Mool’s couch, and
life. I watched his every move; so made no move.
did Cleaver. We had put in a lot of So a couple of minutes passed, and
heart-breaking work on the puzzle of then Cleaver, very red-faced, came
that door, and aside from getting at staggering out with two huge ingots,
the gold were keen to learn its secret. which he thudded down at my feet.
Sarazon turned, paced slowly back, A glance showed me that save for the
and thus went to and fro. Our silly dusty faces which had been exposed,
heads wagged after him. After a they were bright as though fresh from
little of this he raised his arms and the mint. And a glance was all they
began chanting, but so softly that I got, for the next moment Cleaver
could scarcely hear. Very slowly, sagged heavily against me and
pausing often in his stride, but always crumpled to the floor. I didn’t even
chanting, he approached Chac-Mool. question if he were dead : it was al¬
Then suddenly he stopped before the ready awfully evident. If you’ve
figure, and cried out with startling ever seen a photographic print black-
THE MAGIC OF CHAC-MOOL 479
eii from too much exposure, you’ll hundred years ago; I possess his map;
know what I mean. he learned these things; thus I know
“What-” I began, silly from them. Are you convinced ? ’ ’
the shock, but Sarazon came forward. “Why didn’t the Spaniard take the
“You see,” he said unemotionally; gold?”
“he had better have died in the “He sought other things, as I do,”
jungle. And now you’ll leave the Sarazon replied. “Besides, there
rest alone? We’ll replace these, and were still priests of the old cults
go.” about the ruins in those days.”
Dazed, I watched him bend down “Well,” I told him, “since these
and pick up the heavy bars. I was two bars you have are denatured, I’ll
sick, but I was sicker with hate of trouble you for them. As for the rest,
this man who had let another go I’m convinced; and I’ll leave you to
straight to his death. your ruins.”
“Why did you let him kill him¬ I seized one of the bars, not with¬
self?” I demanded. out qualms, for I couldn’t tell how
He rose, holding the ingots. ‘ ‘ Could much of truth Sarazon had uttered.
I have convinced him?” he asked He surrendered it without a word. It
with simple justness. He was right was amazingly heavy, and I was won¬
there; he would have wasted his dering how I was to manage two of
words. them and my gun, when Sarazon
“But how dare you handle them? stepped back from me with a cry, his
They killed him fast enough. If you gaze going past me. I spun round,
can do it safely you could have told but kept him covered, for this might
him-” be the old dodge of “Look out
“I was under no obligation to behind!”
him,” he said harshly now. “I am There in the doorway, with the sun
under none to you. You specified I behind him, around him, radiating
had only to open the door, and noth¬ froln him in a thousand prismatic
ing but Cleaver’s death could con¬ rays, stood an Indian—but such an
vince you the gold were best left Indian!
alone. ’ ’ He was superb—and awesome. A
My headache was maddening me. head-dress, tier over tier of jeweled
I remembered the gold plate Sarazon feathers, filled the upper doorway.
had taken from the trove, and which Under it was a face of wrinkles and
he still apparently wore. blazing ancient eyes and foot-long
“You took what you wanted,” I gold mustachios. There were gold
rasped, pointing to his midriff, where plaques over his ears, and he wore a
the disk was plainly outlined. ‘ ‘ Now great gold breastlet on which I saw a
I’m taking mine. But since you round and grinning face. His with¬
know so much you’ll show me the ered arms were weighted with wide
trick of handling these, or you’ll go gold bracelets, and he held a great
to join Cleaver!?’ I lugged out my golden baton with an owl’s head. “He
automatic. He saw I could not be moved, and there was a soft tinkle of
opposed. gold about his ankles; he raised his
‘ ‘ They ’re harmless, ’ ’ he said, ‘ ‘ once arm, and there was a dull rattle and
they’re taken out. But he who moves clink. He gestured slowly, and there
them first—any of them—well, look was no mistaking his meaning.
at Cleaver.” I had looked once at Sarazon deliberately turned, and
Cleaver; that was enough. Sarazon swinging his bar of gold twice, loosed
went on: “This city, this gold, was it to fall with a crash inside the door
known to a Spanish explorer two of the vault. Then he spread out
480 WEIRD TALES
his hands, empty, and bowed his head. to him. We helped each other into
I clutched my gold and my gun, and the coats and scrambled down the
waited for the vision to turn to me. stairs again. We had crammed on
But of me it took no notice. It point¬ the helmets, but I couldn’t adjust
ed to Sarazon’s breast, and made mine, hampered as I was with gold
again that gesture of throwing away. and gun.
Again Sarazon spread out his empty Fatigue and the irregular path of
hands. Then somehow the gleaming the causeway perforce slowed us
figure was upon him, and tapped him down. But with the plane only one
upon the chest with the baton, and lap away I began to feel safer.
there was a dulled clang like a
“These make fine armor,” I
cracked gong. Then Sarazon, the im¬
perturbable, went mad. wheezed, “against the Indians’ ar¬
rows!”
“No?” he cried, with a terrible
voice, and sprang past the figure to Sarazon answered me seriously.
the door. My impression as I fol¬ “There are no Indians, no arrows.
lowed him was that the Indian had Only the Priest of Ah-Puch! ’ ’
got between him and me. I know I I stopped short, and clutching
fired at it as I leapt, but whether my Sarazon, halted him. “If there’s
bullet went through it, as I myself only the priest, why are we running?
seemed to go through it, I don’t know. I think I got him anyway.” I
Those gorgeous feathers filled the shifted the ingot to my other shoul¬
door, but I was through them, and der, for it was getting intolerably
safely outside with my bar of gold. weighty.
Ahead of me Sarazon was running “We can not stay, and we had
obliquely down the steep steps of the best hurry!” he answered, with such
terrace. I dropped after him, and convincingness that I waved him on.
we crashed almost together into the I meant to have it all out with him
home trail. later; he’d have to tell me what it
“Keep going!” I panted at his was all about. “Your bullet,” added
back; ‘1 but stop at the camp. I ’ll fly Sarazon over his shoulder, “was
you out!” He pounded on. wasted. ’ ’
I gave it up, and we scrambled on,
W e made the far ruin after a brisk till at last we were on the jaguar
trot. That Sarazon had > seen fit trail, and then, in a final spurt, at the
to run shook my nerve. All I had sand-bar.
seen was one mummied old Indian, We splashed through the ford, and
and he might well be dead by now. I drew in a great lungful of relief as
True, I had looked back hastily at the I saw the plane was undisturbed. I
edge of the terrace, and whether he ripped off the tarps and carefully
really stood between the giant ser¬ lowered the ingot into the coekpit.
pents or it was the glitter of the sun Sarazon I had to heave into the pas¬
on the carvings, I wasn’t sure. But senger’s seat, for he was far spent.
I suppose where there was one Indian Then, making my adjustments, I
there must be more, and there were dashed to the bow and spun the prop.
only two of us now. I had to halt With a miss or so she began singing,
Sarazon at our camp terrace, or he as I ducked under the wing and
would have kept going. jumped up to my seat.
“Have to get our flying togs!” I Gayly we taxied down the hard-
gasped, and took the lead. He fol¬ packed bar. I pulled back on the
lowed me up the steep, narrow risers stick and lifted the plane off the
without a word. I dashed ahead, ground, and up we went, not in a
grabbed the outfits, and flung a set (f Continued on page 573)
The Time Will
M&cM&hor
D OR-8437-M-18, an outstanding
beauty in an aerial age when
general market. He was infringing
on the taxi zone, but he knew that
all young flying women were the small, brilliantly colored public
lovely, was just now in a fierce tem¬ service planes would not dare to hit
per. The savage frown on her hawk¬ him.
like face only added to her charm. At the 6,000-foot level a passenger
She swayed across the magnetic express whirled westward at high
floor of her sun parlor, her six feet speed, no doubt the third section of
of willowy height like a reed in the the Boston-Pasadena triplane line.
wind. A touch of her long, steely The slogan of this cross-continent
fingers set in operation the much- corporation was: All the flight by
used teleplane, and immediately a daylight.
vision of the sunny heavens over¬ “Double darn this old telltale!”
head appeared on a side-wall screen. DOR-8437-M-18 exclaimed fervently.
A slow-going, ponderous, noisy “I never get altitude when I want
quadplane was doing its maximum it.”
of eighty miles per hour at the 2,000- She angrily twirled the dial of the
foot level, apparently a Mid-West teleplane. The nearer planes faded
farm lad going to the Atlantic Coast out, and stars began to appear in the
W. T.—2
482 WEIRD TALES
sunlit Armament. Between two Axed, and then she called her chum, Flor¬
twinkling points a dull blue spot ence, on the lower realm radiophone.
grew into strength on the screen. The dialing read: FLO-8441-M-19.
The girl glared at it, and then “Hello, Flo,” she said. “This is
seized a pair of calipers with which Dorothy. I tried to get you yester¬
she made a radial measurement that day, but you were out. ’ ’
conArmed her suspicions. “I was in all day, Dot,” the other
“The unspeakable little beast!” maiden declared. “I’m hardening
she muttered irately. “He spied on my face with tannic acid to join the
me all day yesterday, and he slept African fortnight Aight. That equa¬
up there last night. I wish to torial sun is triple hell on the skin.”
Jehoshaphat he would Aoat into the “That’s queer. I must have dialed
aerial bombing practise zone and get you a dozen times, Flo.”
blown to Hajifax and back.” “The tape doesn’t show it, my
She made a further calculation dear!’ ’
that revealed by the spectrum test
that the hated man was at the “Well, anyhow,” Dorothy went on
26,000-foot level, far beyond the hurriedly, “I wanted to tell you that
range of naked eyesight. His high- the dentist Aew in from his labora¬
power glasses, however, made her tory, and I haven’t a natural tooth
home easily visible to him, and she left in my head. He says that he
was convinced that the steady Aash- never did a better job in porcelain;
ing on the indicator of her upper I have needle points on both lowers
realm radio telephone was caused by and uppers.”
the call that he was vainly trying to “Congratulations, my dear,” Flor¬
put through to her. ence said heartily. “I have two
She glanced through a window to silly old molars left, but as I am not
the white enamel surface of the little man-crazy it doesn’t matter. And
landing-Aeld at the rear of the house. you must remember not to bite too
Her apple-green monoplane was hard—if you happen to Ay to Cali¬
parked just outside the one-plane fornia ! ’ ’
hangar, its wings folded demurely. A Aush mounted to the temples of
The girl clashed her glistening, DOR-8437-M-18. The smoldering
pointed teeth. If it had not been for light in her dark eyes softened.
that despicable male creature afoat “Aha!” FLO-8441-M-19 exclaimed
in the ether, she could have taken to rallyingly. “I can feel you trem¬
the air and made that Boston-Pasa- bling. ’ ’
dena triplane look like a captive Dorothy hastily took her elbow
balloon. from the ’phone table.
In San Francisco, at the Chinese “That’s vibration from the ozone
tithing take-off Aeld, there was a motor,” she insisted nervously.
young man who was not bold, but “Just a moment, my dear.”
gentle, modest and self-effacing. She turned to look at the screen
And of course it had to be DOR- of the tell-tale. At the 5,000-foot
S437-M-18’s bad luck that he was too level a plane was hovering, and the
poor to afford a twin house. girl hurriedly trained her binocu¬
“Some Ane day,” she, murmured lars on its identiAcation marks.
whimsically, “I’m going to lose my Then she spoke swiftly into the
head and agree to live under the ’phone, her tone urgent.
same roof with him.” ' “My awful Aunt Helen is over¬
The girl turned back .the dial of head,” she explained. “Slide over
the telltale to encompass the heavily at once, and help me to get rid of
traveled air lanes up to 10,000 feet, her. Let’s give the old cat our
THE TIME WILL COME 483
maiden’s creed; she can’t stomach it license indicated. The average span
for a minute.” of life for women was one hundred
* ‘ Gangway! ’ ’ Florence shouted, years. They were called “young”
and hung up. up to fifty, which was the marriage¬
able dead-line; thereafter they were
D orothy walked to the door of “old” and doomed to celibacy.
the sun parlor and looked out Men, delicate creatures, were
over the treeless, rolling Westchester “aged” at forty-five. A widower
hills. Everywhere, at spaced inter¬ was so rare a bird that his experience
vals, were small houses, each with its was immortalized in talking-tape,
little white landing-field that at whereon he explained how he mirac¬
night was electrically lighted. ulously escaped death at the hands
This was a residence section owned of his wife before she was gathered
by unmarried young people. Farther to her mothers.
north, the roofs just visible over the Aunt Helen had been even taller
horizon, were the double houses of than her niece, but now she was
the wedding folk, each with a two- somewhat stooped. Her features
plane hangar. Their children were were those of the eagle, rapacious and
housed in huge dormitories, since cruel.
privacy and the bliss of solitude “I was just saying to Dot,” Flo
were not appreciated by the young remarked, “that virtue is its own re¬
of the species. ward.”
Dorothy now could see quite plain¬ “And I agree with her,” Dorothy
ly the insignia on her aunt’s plane: said, “that to be good is to be
HEL-10166-W-59. And up the ce¬ happy.”
ment state road the figure of her HEL-10166-W-59 started as if she
rescuer appeared, and rapidly ap¬ had been stung by a hornet. A dull
proached. red overswept her lean cheeks and
Florence was standing on the cen¬ settled in her beak of a nose.
tral moving platform, and now she “You unmarried females’give me
stepped to the slower one to her left, a pain in the neck!” she declared
thence to a still slower one, and so bitterly. “I think your innocent
on to the grass plot in front of her pose is only a rotten trick. In my
chum’s home. She entered the house day, young women shot off their
just as the dreaded Aunt Helen mouths with original thoughts, par¬
alighted on the small flying-field, as ticularly on sex. And here are you
softly as a feather. two flannel-mouthed hussies dealing
“Think up some old ones, Flo,” in platitudes that were old when
Dorothy whispered. “We’ll make China conquered the world a hun¬
her sick.” dred years ago.” ,
Florence’s eyes were a pitiless “A pure heart and a clean
blue, like the ice of a glacier. She mind-” Dot began.
draped her length, perhaps an inch “Stop!” Aunt Helen groaned.
less than the other girl’s, over a “A loyal love, each to its kind,”
lounge, half closed her eyelids and Flo finished.
hid her long hands in her sleeves. “Love? Hell!” the old lady grit¬
“Hello, old top!” the aunt called ted as she casually tuned up the
out boisterously to her nieces as she telltale. When the blue spot ap¬
entered the room, and then she peared, she turned triumphantly to
caught sight of the visitor. the two girls.
“Oh, hello,” she added lamely. “Now I know you’re play-act¬
The old lady was fifty-nine years ing!” she announced grimly. “Up
of age and a widow, as her flying there is the man for my niece, and
484 WEIRD TALES
you’ll be gentle and considerate. And got a two-house joint that’s waiting
now I must go ; I wish to reach the for you. I was to meet your Aunt
Denver tourist hangars before dark. Helen here to talk it all over, but I
Good-bye, dearest.” saw that she ducked out for some
“Oh, let me bite you just once reason. Did you give the old gal the
more! ’ ’ bum’s rush?”
‘ ‘ Must you ? ’ ’ “What coarse womanish language
He submitted to the caress, then you use!” Dorothy exclaimed dis¬
fled to Ms disguised flivver, and went gustedly. “Have you no manly re¬
hurtling into the west. finement at all ? ”
“I’ve got something better,” the
T he condor flyer slowly approached brute asserted, drawing a document
the girl’s home. He was a very from his pocket. “Cast your lamps
tall man, at least five feet six, and he on this, and sign on the dotted line. ’ ’
walked with what was lamentably DOR-8437-M-18 gasped at sight of
close to a vulgar assurance. the paper, and her hawklike features
His face was strong. There was in blanched. It was the well-known
the Museum of Antiquities the por¬ forcible marriage decree of the Chi¬
trait of a ten-year-old boy of the lusty nese Viceroy in America, permitting
Twentieth Century whose features re¬ the holder to have and to hold any un¬
sembled this man’s. married female whom he desired as
Yielding to the racial distaste of his legal wife. Here was an ancient
superfluous hair, he had faithfully idea completely out of tune with the
employed acids and electricity to re¬ times.
move all such growth from his arms ‘ ‘ I claim the olden privilege of the
and legs and chest. After marriage, harvest moon,” the girl announced
he vowed mentally, he wouldn’t give definitely. “ That gives me six weeks
a hoot; he would let himself go and of absolute freedom, you cad!”
permit nature to take its course.
“Hello, Dot!” he cried out as he * ‘ Hell! Who tipped you off ? ” the
entered the room. “Give us a kiss man muttered angrily.
right on the smacker. ’ ’ She did not explain that Florence
“I’ll give you a smack right on the had been her adviser. The Chinese
kisser! ” she retorted furiously. law was strict in that a suitor must
Her doubled-up fists were eloquent not only wait for the harvest moon,
of her meaning, although she natu¬ but entirely absent himself from the
rally hesitated to strike a man. scene in the interim.
“Oh, well, I can wait until after “I’ll fly to an oasis in the Sahara
the ceremony,” the fellow rejoined Desert, and grow as -fat and round as
calmly. “But none of this ear-nib¬ any girl could demand, ’ ’ this fiend in
bling for me; that’s the trick of cats human form asserted with a grin.
and dogs and Chinks. I’m a one hun¬ And he added to himself: “ I ’ll grow
dred per cent American; the slant- hair to my heart’s content, too! I
eyes never conquered us condor guys. hope my chest looks like a mattress.”
If they hadn’t made us tithe-free, we
would have bombarded Peking from A /Teanwhile, two groups of school
the 25,000-foot level, and put their children had approached the
eagle-blood machines on the blink.” condor airplane. In one party were
“If you only knew how repellent the girls—slender, tall creatures with
you are when you boast! ’ ’ the girl re¬ sharp faces that promised to become
marked hotly. adorably hawklike. The boys were
“I’m not boasting; I’m admit¬ cherubic, and bashfully kept to them¬
ting, ’ ’ the ruffian replied. ‘ ‘ And I’ve selves.
THE TIME WILL COME 487
“Let’s play school,” the largest machine that today disgraces the air
girl suggested, ‘ ‘ or shall we chase the as his ancestor’s automobile polluted
gizzards out of those confounded lit¬ the earth.’ ”
tle sissies? I simply can’t endure “You flunked the tame of the se¬
their curls!” cret,” the pretended teacher said se¬
“It’s a hot day,” another lassie verely.
pointed out, “and of late I haven’t “I know! I know! I know!” sev¬
had the urge to tease the plump dar¬ eral girls shouted in unison.
lings.” “Well, Flossie, you give it,” was
The first girl gave her colleague a the command.
hard look, but the latter was greedily ‘ ‘ Trypanosomamaniacal h ermioni-
eyeing one of the smaller lads. He tis,” the answer promptly came.
caught her gaze, and blushingly “And Ymeh Drof, the tenth, made
turned his pretty head. his out of blackbirds’ blood because
“All right, school it is,” the tallest they were cheap. ’ ’
maiden decided. “Now, children, the
lesson will be on the art of flying.” “My mother’s plane is a sharp-
“Oh, that bores me to tears,” the shinned hawk,” one little girl ex¬
youngest girl of all protested. “We plained proudly, “but my father says
know it by heart. ’ ’ it must have owl blood in it; she stays
‘ ‘ Do you, you little slob ? ’ ’ the vol¬ out a lot at night.”
unteer teacher remarked. ‘ ‘ Let’s hear All the girls laughed loudly at this,
you give the first lesson.” and the little boys near by looked
“ ‘In the glorious days of the ma¬ self-conscious in their pretense at not
chine-gun age,’ ” the littlest girl in¬ understanding. At that moment a
toned, “ ‘ Li Fung Fat, a charlatan of welcome diversion occurred.
Ho-pang-ho, conceived the idea of A missile out of the sky struck the
transfusing the blood of a hawk into center of a pond alongside the lane.
the veins of a chicken in order to The boys shrieked in terror, but the
make the latter fowl a scion of the girls dashed to see the treasure trove.
skies. The charlatan was beheaded It was a chicken, still much alive,
when his game rooster, so treated, but entirely denuded of feathers. The
pursued the Emperor’s hunting-fal¬ largest girl rescued the fowl from the
con into the clouds and struck it dead water, and held it head down with the
with his spurs.’ ” cruelty of her sex.
She paused for breath. “Oh, let the poor thing go!” a
“That’ll do out of you,” the tallest small boy cried out in anguish as he
girl announced. “Next pupil.” buried his pretty face in his hands to
Another child took up the time¬ shut out the pitiable sight.
worn tale. “Isn’t that just like a boy?” the
“ ‘Ymeh Drof, the tenth of his in¬ girl demanded of her companions.
dustrial line, hawing partly lived “Now, how in-! How did it get
down the stigma of a fortune won in here in this boudoir condition?”
the manufacture of a sickening type At the sound of that frank word
of automobile, which crawled over the “boudoir,” all the boys promptly
earth’s surface at less than forty left, with their heads in the air. Of
miles per hour, dedicated his life to course they knew that girls will be
the study of bird blood. He discov¬ girls, but this was going too far.
ered in this magic fluid the secret of “I’m betting the bird escaped from
gravitation, and was enabled to apply a coop on a kosher chicken truck fly¬
it to airplanes so that an accidental ing down the Harlem valley,” a girl
fall became impossible. The inventor suggested. “It jumped out into a
thereupon marketed a cheap flying- hundred-mile air-pressure and lost its
WEIRD TALES
feathers, and then was blown a mile “I’m only sorry you weren’t en¬
over here.” dowed wfith fewer womanly traits,”
“Sounds reasonable,” their leader Dorothy retorted. * ‘ Come in here,
agreed, “unless this is Li Fung Fat’s and sign over to me the usual forfeit
famous game rooster, and he tackled a of fifty-one per cent of your property,
condor!” in the event that a fat woman of the
The girls chuckled heartily at this oasis proves alluring to your he-man
bizarre thought while they poked tastes.”
their long, wiry fingers into the She said the word “fat” as if it
chicken’s plump body. It squawked meant “unclean.”
feebly and struggled to escape from ‘ * All right, my predaceous beauty, ’ ’
the torture. he agreed. “But I’ll be back on time
Girl-like, the little savages looked to tame you, kid, or bust a lung try¬
about for something to focus the cru¬ ing.”
elty that swayed them. They yearned As he mounted his blue machine to
to sacrifice this windfall from the tower into the azure sky he observed
heavens in a fitting manner. blood-splashes in the cockpit.
“Condor?” one tall child remarked “Some ruffian of a girl got a good
thoughtfully. “There stands a ma¬ sock on the snout,” he told himself
chine of that blood. Let’s put a trans¬ amusedly.
fusion of this rooster into its veins.” Then he took off to the south, in¬
“Yes, let’s!” another reckless miss tending to make a vast, high circle
cried excitedly. out over the Atlantic Ocean and to
They swarmed into the cockpit and sleep five miles above the home of his
opened the equilibration chamber, betrothed before setting out for the
and then the tallest girl tore open the Sahara Desert. With no riding-lights
fowl’s neck with her steely hands and showing, Dorothy could not see him,
guided the crimson flow into the re¬ and thus the letter of the Chinese
ceptacle. archaic law would be obeyed.
The flying man would not have ob¬
jected had he known; it was an inter¬ I t was midnight when DOR-8437-
esting experiment, and he had an af¬ M-18 suddenly awakened, a roar¬
finity with roosters, and bulls, and ing in her ears and a flashing light on
rams. The insignia on his plane was: her eyelids. The crash that followed
BUK-UM-27. It meant that he was on the cement road near by adver¬
Buck, an unmarried man, aged 27, a tised an aerial disaster such as had
rogue if ever there was one. not occurred for a generation.
“What if it’s a hen?” a girl in¬ An airplane actually had fallen out
quired, eagerly watching the flow of of the sky!
blood. Lights sprang up on many flying-
“If it is, this plane ought to lay fields in the neighborhood, and soon a
eggs,” the chief experimenter replied. dozen airplanes were clustered about
“But who gives a hoot?” the smoking ruins of the crashed ma¬
She tossed the still struggling fowl chine.
to the ground and, with shrieks of Dorothy and Florence identified
laughter, the rowdy crowd kicked it the charred form of the aviator.
along the lane in an impromptu foot¬ They were apologetic when they did
ball game. so, because the one means of identifi¬
The condor flyer stepped out onto cation was a gold tooth, and this
the sun porch and stared at the noisy marked the dead man as a vulgarian.
girls. “You’re sitting pretty now, Dot,”
“Little savages!” he exclaimed. Flo remarked. “You’ve got the guy’s
“Thank God, I was bom a man.” tithe-free bankroll, and you can marry
THE TIME WILL COME 489
the beautiful boy you love and stake manded happily. “With a sweet lit¬
him to a twin house. ’ ’ tle man like mine! ’ ’
“Can—and will,” the fortunate
girl announced. “I’ll make a night 'T'he little schoolgirls held a secret
flight and catch him at Denver. I can conference over their responsibil¬
easily bribe the Chinese tithers to put ity in the matter of the featherless
a substitute in his place. Chinky- fowl. Some of them argued that it
Chinky-Chinaman eats dead rats!” was a game rooster whose blood over¬
‘ ‘ Don’t be hysterical, my dear! ’ ’ came the gravitation of the condor
“Oh, but just think, Flo! Tomor¬ fluid. Others asserted that it was a
row night I’ll have Roy by the left hen that weakened the floating ele¬
eaf!” ment. At any rate, the mixture had
“Some girls have all the luck,” proved defective, and the condor flyer
FLO-8441-M-19 remarked enviously. was dead.
“And I hope you’ll settle down now, And Dorothy bit her shy young
girlie.” man on the left ear, and they are liv¬
“Who wouldn’t?” Dorothy de¬ ing happily ever after.
THE PHANTOM
By CRISTEL HASTINGS
Last night the wind blew fitfully against
Wet window-panes, and tapped a pallid hand
In sudden bravery upon my door,
Seeking admittance with a shrill demand.
The long night through, dead leaves tapped here and there,
Seeking for entrance long denied their kin
Save in the logs that blazed upon my grate,
Old driftwood bits the raging tide brought in.
At last Gordon spoke, his words grat¬ scious that the group was eyeing him
ing harshly on the tranquil silence. queerly.
“Anyone around here who can Winding interminably and tortuous¬
drive me out to the Muller place?” ly over the soggy wagon-trail, the city
Stillness reigned for a moment man could not help wondering at the
more; then one of the men drawled: tropical luxuriance of the unbroken
“You mean th’ swamp-land Mullers wall of vegetation that rose sheer on
out to th ’ south ? ’ ’ each side. The fantastic shapes of
“I mean the Mullers that own the the monster cypress trees, hung with
big cypress plantation. ’ ’ long gray beards of Spanish moss, to¬
gether with the rank greenery on the
“Them’s th’ swamp-land Mullers. islands of solid ground, made a
You see, there’s another tribe of Mul¬
ghostly shadowland even in the sun¬
lers up to th’ hill-lands, so we call light.
one th’ swamp Mullers an’ th’ others
the hill Mullers so’s we ken tell ’em Later, as they penetrated farther
apart. ’ ’ into the gloomy solitudes of the great
swamp, the black waters of deep la¬
“Yes, but as I said before, is there
goons on each side became more and
a rig or an auto I can hire to take me
more frequent, the air became more
out there?” he demanded shortly.
humid and even' the narrow strip of
The unhurried, monotonous drawl of
cleared land they traveled became
the old man’s voice irritated him.
dangerously swampy at times. A
“I dunno,” was the laconic re¬ huge, bloated water-moccasin slid off
sponse. a gnarled cypress “knee” and disap¬
“How far is it? Maybe I could peared in the thick water below with
walk. ’ ’ an oily splash. A whippoorwill’s fu¬
“Couldn’t make it afore dark. An’ neral notes echoed down the dim
there’s sink-holes to watch for. ’ ’ aisles of the spectral swamp like a
“I can keep out of the sink-holes weird cry of warning.
if you’ll show me which road to For hours they drove steadily on¬
take. ’ ’ ward. Lower and lower sank the sun,
“You couldn’t make it afore night.” slower and slower crawled the puffing
The old man’s tone sounded like a auto. Long, velvet-black shadow-fin¬
foreboding. gers lay across the road as if to stay
“And what if I didn’t?” snapped their path. The fetid breath of the
the young man. “I’m not afraid of swamp-land rose lazily about them in
the dark!” wispy spirals of yellow-green steam
The grizzled old villager regarded from the carpet of matted vegetation
him curiously for some little time, and foul muck beneath the cypresses.
then made the rather cryptic remark: It seemed to Gordon that they must
“You would be, though, afore you have traveled many miles. At last,
got there.” finding the cathedral hush unbear¬
Gordon snorted indignantly. Then: able, he made a conversational sally.
“Has anybody got a machine?” “How much farther is it?” he
“Jake has.” asked.
“Where’s Jake?” A grunt and a non-committal shrug
‘ ‘ In th ’ back there. ’ ’ He lifted his of the shoulders was his answer. He
voice. ‘ ‘ Hey, Jake! Come in here! ’ ’ gazed out into the gloomy swamp
The callow youth that appeared once more. It was not yet 6 o’clock,
sulkily consented, after some delibera¬ but back there in the shade of the
tion, to drive him out to the Muller twisted old cypress trees it was quite
place in his decrepit old flivver. As dark. He fancied he saw weird
they left the store, Gordon was con¬ shapes flitting about.
492 WEIRD TALES
The car came to a halt. Gordon get there afore it gets real dark, you
looked at the driver interrogatively. know.” With that he was gone.
“’Tain’t safe to go no farther,”
growled the villager, avoiding the 'C'or some time the other man stared
other’s eyes. * after him, mystified, then laughed
Gordon looked ahead. The road nervously and continued on his way.
seemed to be slightly better, if any¬ The shadows lengthened and the
thing, than that which they had trav¬ way grew dim. The sticky black mud
ersed thus far. clung to his feet, making rapid prog¬
“Fifty cents more?” he inquired ress impossible. An inexplicable un¬
hopefully. easiness grew upon him with the in¬
A negative grunt. Jake started to creasing darkness. Several times the
back the car preparatory to turning lone walker heard uncanny little
around. sounds near by, and once he wheeled
“How come?” about very suddenly as if to catch
“Gotta get back afore dark.” sight of the Something he was certain
“What’s the matter? You’ve got was following him..
lights. ’ ’ His walk grew furtive, his eyes
The auto continued its backward darted from side to side in fearful
arc. apprehension. The road narrowed,
“Come now; listen to reason. I've bringing the terrifying darkness on
got to get there tonight. I ’ll give you each side closer about him. He could
a dollar extra.” almost have sworn that something
“I’m a-goin’ back.” brushed against him as he passed
Gordon swore under his breath. through a blotch of misty blackness
“All right then,” he snapped; beneath a giant sypress.
“have it your own way. How far will At last, with the suddenness pecu¬
I have to walk?” liar to the South, the sun dropped be¬
A long streamer of Spanish moss neath the horizon and the narrow
overhanging the roadway began to path was cloaked in inky darkness.
swing violently, although there was With file abrupt blotting out of even
not a breath of wind stirring. The the faintest illumination, Gordon
village boy eyed the swaying moss paused to get his bearings and to
fearfully. make sure he was in no danger of
“How much farther?” repeated stepping into a hidden sink-hole.
Gordon. Jake recovered himself with Then, as he was about to resume his
a start. journey, he froze into rigid alertness
“I dunno, a mile or so.” He at a soft sound behind him. ... Was
lurched the machine up onto the road, that a whisper? No, surely it couldn’t
headed townward, and extended his be, he told himself. Nevertheless, his
hand. heart began to thump loudly within
Gordon paid him. Sullenly the his breast.
youth pocketed his money, then slowly He listened intently for a moment,
started the auto. A moment later he but the sound was not repeated. He
leaned out and looked back. The city took a step forward ... the thick
man was plodding, along the muddy mud made unpleasant little sucking
road in the opposite direction. noises about his feet. . . . What was
“Hey!” that before him?—but no, it was gone
Gordon halted and turned, scowl¬ now. Then he pulled himself erect,
ing. ‘ ‘ What do you want ? ’ ’ thrust out his chest and *jaw, and
Jake appeared to be confused. marched resolutely onward. He even
“I was just a-goin’ to say—you’d started to whistle, but the sound died
better kinda—hurry up. You wanta on his lips at the eery mocking that
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floated back out of the mysterious heavy blows upon the unyielding
black depths of the swamp. oaken panels ... a soft, smooth Some¬
Several rods farther on his way, he thing drew slowly across the back of
glimpsed the lights of the Muller his neck ... he shouted frenziedly and
homestead. He quickened his pace kicked at the massive portal. . . .
and began to breathe more easily. Again came that awful, blood-chilling
Funny how the dark could get on whisper in his ear; again a puff of
your nerves, he thought, and fumbled cold breath fanned his face; a faint
in his pocket for a cigarette. and unearthly stench was wafted to
And then—It came! A short, sibi¬ his nostrils.
lant whispering in his ear, the cold He put his hand to the side of his
breath of an unseen being against his neck. It came away wet with warm
cheek, a faint tap on his shoulder— blood.
and It was gone. With a jerk he After what seemed interminable
wheeled, dropping his cigarette, and ages of waiting, a pale, frightened
like a graven image he stood motion¬ face appeared in the crack of the
less, soundless, peering into the dark. door.
The moon, a gibbous globe of silver “What do you want!” came the
that was strangely cold and distant, tremulous query.
slid silently from behind a cloud and “For God’s sake let me in!”
bathed the dismal scene in an un¬ screamed the terrified Gordon;
earthly luminosity. “they’re after me!”
There was nothing — absolutely
nothing—to be seen. The whisper had Silently the woman admitted him.
sounded not an inch from his ear, and She seemed to understand what he
he stood in the middle of the road, meant by “They.”
with ten feet of clearing on each side, He found himself in a crudely fur¬
but whatever It was had made its nished room, bare-floored and dingy.
escape in a split second. Presently Without ado he was made welcome,
Gordon shrugged, cursed his imagina¬ and he sat down to supper with the
tion, and plodded stolidly onward. family. He briefly explained to John
The welcome gleam of the house Muller, the rugged old father, that he
ahead grew brighter as he approached. represented a New York lumber com¬
He walked rapidly, scarcely heeding pany and that he had come to have
his path, and keeping his eyes sted- a look at the cypress on his land. Old
fastly fixed on the lights before him. Muller seemed satisfied and even
Suddenly his foot caught under the eager to sell. ‘ ‘ Be blamed glad to get
loop of an exposed root and he away,” he remarked once during the
pitched headlong to. the ground. For conversation.
a moment he lay there, half stunned, Strangely enough, not a. word was
but in that brief time the Thing came said on either side concerning Gor¬
out of the blackness once more, whis¬ don’s terrible experience. He noticed,
pered its inarticulate and horrible however, that the whole household—
message in the prostrate man’s ear, father, mother, grown son and two
breathed its icy breath upon his cheek, girls—seemed to be in a constant
brushed his shoulder with the touch state of nervous apprehension; slight
of a grave-cloth, and was off again. and unconscious on their part, but
With a piercing scream of terror he -nevertheless apparent.
rolled over, scrambled to his feet and As they filed from the kitchen back
plunged madly through the dark to¬ into the front room, Gordon noticed
ward the house. Frantically he beat a peculiarly shaped scar on the bare
upon the door and shouted. No an¬ neck of the eldest girl, an anemic
swer. In desperation he showered child of perhaps twelve.
494 WEIRD TALES
“How did you hurt your neck, He lay sleepless for a long time.
girlie?” he inquired solicitously. But At last the room became so hot and
the child only looked at him a mo¬ stuffy as to be unbearable, so he got
ment, wide-eyed, then fled as if in up, tiptoed to the window and raised
terror. The young man put it down the sash an inch or two. He wasn’t
as an adolescent sensitiveness on her afraid of anything that could get in
part and dismissed it from his mind. through so small a crack as that, he
The evening passed uneventfully assured himself, and now he could get
enough except for one thing—Gordon a good sleep.
noticed the exact replica of the little But the harrowing experience he
girl’s scar on the neck of John Mul¬ had undergone in the swamp, together
ler! with- the peculiar creepy atmosphere
When the time came to retire, of the whole dreary place, caused him
Prank, the son, showed the guest up to sleep but lightly.
to the room he was to occupy. As About midnight he awoke with a
they ascended the broad stairway, start. His dreams had been a jumbled
Gordon could not help but comment and distressing fantasmagoria of fan¬
on the exceptional size of the house tastic shapes. He instinctively turned
and the number of rooms it con¬ over and looked toward the window
tained. He learned from Frank that for the comforting sight of the tran¬
they confined their living-quarters to quil stars and the cool night sky. To
the front of the house, the rear rooms his surprize he saw that the sash was
being unused and empty. The dwell¬ now some five or six inches above the
ing had at one time been a historic sill! His sleep-bedrugged conscious¬
Colonial mansion and more recently ness was some time in grasping the
the property of an old recluse—a re¬ possible significance of the fact, but
tired explorer and adventurer. The when, at last the truth dawned on him,
building and surrounding estate had he sprang from the bed. Then he got
been in John Muller’s possession his second shock—his pajama-front
some five or six years. was stained darkly with blood!
The two young men entered the The faint and spectral moonlight
bedroom. In a glance Gordon took in cast a dim illumination about the
the simple furnishings and old-fash¬ room. He stood in dumb astonish¬
ioned four-poster bed. ment for a moment, then galvanized
“It’s kind of stuffy in here,” he into instant action at the sound of a
remarked; “guess I’ll raise the win¬ long-drawn-out gasp from the next
dow. ’ ’ room, followed by a low, horrible,
He started to cross the room but gurgling sound. With a leap he
Prank stopped him with a sharp ex¬ crossed the room, to stop short and
clamation. “No, don’t open the win¬ clutch the door-casing at the sight
dow,” he said. within.
“Why not?” Slowly every trace of color drained
“They will get in.” from his fear-chilled, cheeks, his eyes
“You mean-?” Gordon’s eyes dilated with stark, unreasoning fear,
grew wide with inarticulate fear. and the short hair on the back of his
“Yes.” And with that he was neck prickled as a cold sweat broke
gone. out in glassy beads over his horror-
distorted face. His fingers gripped
Gordon soon discovered that his the unfeeling wood till his knuckles
room connected with Frank’s by showed white, and his breath came
means of a door, and he opened it, slowly, heavily, painfully, as if he
“just to let the air circulate,” as he were in the throes of a blood-curdling
termed it. nightmare; for there, spread over the
WHISPERS 495
writhing body of the young man, was “Are—you going to get a—minister
a huge, misshapen, coal-black Some¬ to preach the funeral sermon ? ’ ’
thing—a Something that made suck¬ “I reckon not,” said old Muller
ing sounds on the mangled and bleed¬ sorrowfully. ‘1 There’s not much way
ing throat beneath it. The bed-cloth¬ to get hold of one, ’cause Frank was
ing was splotched and dripping, and the only one who run the auto and
the room was permeated with the nobody could get out of here on foot
fearful odor of fresh human blood, inside of a day.”
with which was mingled a subtle scent
“Where is the machine? Maybe I
infinitely more terrible—the peculiar
could drive it.”
stench of the whispering Thing that
Silently the old man led the way
had attacked Gordon! out to the bam, where Gordon care¬
The Horror stirred and ejected a fully inspected the old car that Mul¬
stream of blood from a hidden mouth. ler showed him. It was of some obso¬
The warm crimson liquid spattered to lete make and evidently out of repair.
the floor . . . the terror-stricken “Frank alius had a lot of trouble
watcher at the door felt a drop fall with it, ’ ’ remarked Muller.
on his bare foot ... felt it trickle Gordon climbed into the driver’s
. . . and suddenly the room spun seat and experimented with the gears.
before his fear-glazed eyes. He After a great deal of sputtering, the
staggered, his overwrought nerves motor started. Gordon was puzzled
snapped, and with a single despairing with the gear shift; all his slight ex¬
shriek he fell forward in a dead faint. perience had been with a lighter car
His last impression was a rapid of a different type. At last he se¬
whispering in his ear and a clammy lected what he believed to be low
exhalation on his cheek. speed, but it was in reality re¬
verse. He intended to let the clutch
\ s the last clinging mists of obliv- in very slowly and cautiously, but
-**■ ion lifted from Gordon’s brain, his inexperience, together with the
he found that he was lying on his bed, sudden taking hold of the warped,
a bandage on his neck where the old-fashioned cone clutch, caused the
ghastly thing had attacked him. He auto to lurch backward with sudden
lay quietly for a time, endeavoring violence. The thin, protruding shell
to collect his thoughts. Presently of the gasoline tank crashed into a
Mrs. Muller appeared at his doorway, heavy wooden beam, and, with a
her eyes red from weeping. She crackling of metal, burst wide open.
looked at Gordon in fierce accusation. The precious gasoline poured out in a
colorless flood and was quickly ab¬
“You left the window open and—
sorbed by the loose soil of the bam
They came in—and killed Frank!”
floor.
She lapsed into agonized sobs.
Gordon was aghast. “Is there any
The rest of the day was a torment more gasoline ? ” he inquired anx¬
for Gordon Hall. He had been the iously.
direct cause of the young man’s “No, our big tank is empty.”
death. The family felt bitterly Then his remorse doubled as he rea¬
against him; only the father seemed lized that he had not only caused a
able to understand. death in this family, but had now
In a clumsy, futile way, he helped completely marooned them from the
the heartbroken people complete the outside world by his stupid blunder
simple funeral preparations. When with the car. Why on earth hadn’t
he had seen the grave dug and the he had sense enough to wheel the ma¬
rude coffin carried out of the house chine out into the open before in¬
for the interment, he asked, brokenly: vestigating its method of operation?
496 WEIRD TALES
He grew desperate in his efforts to It’s easier to keep the house locked
atone for the great unhappiness he up tight at night than to go a-gunnin ’
had brought these people. Again he for some danged thing you can’t even
questioned old Muller concerning the see. An’ it never bothers us in the
possibility of making the town on daytime. We’ve got kinda used to it,
foot. in a way.”
“ ’Taint no use,” replied the old A sudden inspiratioin flashed into
swamp-man resignedly. “ It’s not that the mind of the young man. Here
it’s so far in a straight line, but the was a way to make at least partial
road’s so crooked and such hard amends—apprehend the murderer!
walkin’ that if you got up early an’ For there must be a tangible expla¬
walked fast all day long, you couldn’t nation, he told himself over and over;
get out of the swamp by evening. a mere fancy couldn’t kill a person.
You know what would happen then. Something of flesh and blood and
. . . There ain’t no short cut at all bone had killed Frank Muller; that
through this swamp to town. ’ ’ was undeniable. No vaporous specter
He spoke as calmly as if he were would fasten itself to the throat of a
stating the price of pork. Gordon sleeping person and suck the life¬
shuddered at the dread insinuation. blood out of his body. And anything
“Doesn’t anyone know what of flesh and blood and bone could be
this awful Thing is that lives in killed, too, with a good load of lead
the swamp?” he demanded. “Why slugs in John Muller’s immense shot¬
doesn’t somebody shoot it or get rid gun.
of it in some way ? ’ ’ But in the days to come, Gordon
“Nobody ken be sure about any¬ Hall found that it was no easy matter
thing back here in these old swamps. to track a phantom to its lair, espe¬
An’ you can’t shoot a ghost.” cially a phantom which was both in¬
“Ghost? There isn’t any such visible and silent and from which
thing!” But somehow his tone did one’s innermost nature shrank as be¬
not carry conviction. ing of the supernatural and terrible.
Muller shook his head.
“I dunno. Something or other has Touring the brightest hours of mid-
got in the house twice since we been *■-' day he explored the nearer por¬
livin’ here. See that scar there?” tions of the cypress swamp and found
He indicated the gruesome mark on the timber to be far better than his
his neck. “That’s what it done to employer, back in New York, could
me, an’ it done the same thing to have dreamed. Gordon was eager to
little Alice onct. It even gets after close the deal, for he knew that it
the pigs if it can ketch ’em. Look at would bring as a reward a substantial
the marks on the poor critters; we’ve raise in salary, but—the cruel reality
got to pen ’em up tight as a drum struck him a crushing blow—he could
every day at sundown.” not get to a telegraph office, or even
Gordon looked at the inclosure to a train! To attempt to make the
where a seore or so of the scrawny journey on foot would inevitably re¬
little razor-back hogs, common in the sult in death, possibly some hideous
South, rooted and grunted. Nearly death such as Frank had died. With
every one of the wretched animals this, his determination to clear up the
bore the grisly brand of the invisible mystery of the whispering thing crys¬
terror of the swamp. tallized from a nebulous ambition to
“Somebody ought to clear this up. an absolute, concrete necessity. He
It’s terrible!” he exclaimed. had to get away, but he couldn’t do so
Muller was resigned. “Yep,” he without first disposing of the unseen
agreed, “but who’s goin’ to do it? danger in the swamp. And so, with
WHISPERS 497
a methodical thoroughness, he began the same icy breath and felt warm
to investigate the matter from every blood—his own blood—trickle slowly
possible angle. down his back, he retreated hastily
First, he questioned the entire Mul¬ into the welcome safety of the house.
ler household and learned that the No more of that for him! He would
Thing was noticed only at night, rather stay here in the swamp and
never earlier than dusk; that no one hunt frogs the rest of his life than
had ever got a good look at it—it al¬ gain the outside world by battling a
ways seemed just to escape their demon of the dark in its native ele¬
glance; that its attacks were always ment.
accompanied by the cold breath and
whispering which he himself knew so O n the morning of the tenth day
well; and that it invariably struck he stood, hands in pockets, and
for the neck. subjected every object in the range
Opinion seemed divided as to the of his vision to the most exhaustive
bite of the creature. That it caused scrutiny in hope of finding some key
no pain was evident, and as the very to the mystery that he might have
mention of the subject was painful to overlooked in his previous clue-hunts.
the family, Gordon at last desisted Trees, wood-pile, barn, pigpen and
from questioning. smoke-house were perfectly conven¬
The household had long since got tional and commonplace. His gaze
into the hard and fast habit of retir¬ wandered over the long lines of the
ing to the security of the house at house, up over the eaves, along the
dusk, keeping all apertures tightly high roof-ridge, in every window. All
closed and never venturing out after as usual. But wait!—something was
nightfall; so within the last three strange there; those two windows
years attacks had been rare, and al¬ ought to be closer together than that.
ways at night, but they often heard Both were in the rearmost rooms
the Thing at the windows. where the Mullers seldom ventured.
The most baffling aspect of the mys¬ He pondered. The first window
tery was the whispering. No one there was in the outside corner of the
had ever distinguished even a single room, close up against the left wall.
word: “It just - whispered, that’s The second opened out of the next
all,” as Muller himself had said. room and was by the right wall, as
And the uncantfy wounds. It struck near the other window as the archi¬
silently from the rear and opened the tecture of the house would permit.
skin on the back of the neck without Allowing generously for partitions,
any sensation of pain on the part of there surely ought not to be more
the victim. That in itself was enough than two feet between the casings,
to make a supernatural agency seem and yet there was fully five.
plausible, but Gordon Hall would ac¬ As a drowning man seizes upon a'
cept no disembodied spirit. He meant floating spar, so Gordon Hall seized
business and he was after results, upon this incongruity. He rushed
preferably a dead result lying at his into the house and upstairs. Fifteen
feet with a bloody gunshot wound minutes later he was sure be had dis¬
in it. covered a secret room in the old house.
A week passed and he was beside Now to find a door!
himself. Not only had he investigated Painstakingly he went over every
and analyzed every clue he could find, inch of the adjoining walls in both
but he had even dared the Unknown rooms. At last he found it—a clever
one night with a shotgun and a lan¬ little spring-door in a wall panel that
tern. However, when he heard the opened to the touch of a concealed
same rapid whispering, shuddered at button.
498 WEIRD TALES
As the door swung silently back, he the chill of an ice-cold plunge, came
stooped and looked inside. It was the full realization of his awful pre¬
pitch-dark; he would need a light. In dicament. He was trapped in a hid¬
a moment he was back at the opening den vault with the whispering swamp-
with his flashlight. A sudden fear fiend! The fast-crumbling throne of
of the darkness swept over him as he reason within his brain tottered and
knelt and directed the circle of white nearly fell beneath the impact of the
light over the interior, revealing a terrific mental blow.
desk littered with papers, a battered And then something snapped far
old strong-box and a few chairs, with back in the thought-chambers of the
dust—thick, velvety dust—over all. doomed man. With the strength of a
He banished his fears and crawled desperate man he hurled himself
inside. He stood up and was examin¬ headlong against the baffling panel.
ing the papers on the desk when, There was the sickening impact of
with the click of an automatic lock, flesh against wood simultaneous with
the little door swung shut behind him the crash of splintering timber, and
as if propelled by an unseen hand. Gordon Hall plunged out into the
He started violently at the sound—so bright shaft of a golden sunbeam—
violently that he dropped his flash¬ the blessed light of day!
light. The fragile instrument struck After a moment he got up, brushed
the floor with a crash, the delicate off his clothes and started in search of
lens and bulb shattering into a thou¬ John Muller and a lantern so that
sand pieces. they might clqar up the mystery then
For a moment the utter blackness and there. He paused in the doorway
stunned him; then he quickly recov¬ and looked back at the gaping hole he
ered himself, knelt by the door and had made in the wooden panel. The
endeavored to open it. His trembling Thing might escape while he was gone,
fingers scurried over the smooth sur¬ he reflected, so he blocked the passage
face again and again before the truth effectually with chairs.
came to him. There was absolutely
no knob, handle or other projection /~\ld Muller was visibly excited as
on the inside of the door! Then together with Gordon he entered
surely, he reasoned, there must be the room leading to the hidden cham¬
another secret spring. ber in which lurked the monstrous
Stilling the tiny, mocking voice and blood-sucking Thing. In his right
within his breast that told him that hand he carried his shotgun, loaded
he was trapped, that no one knew he to the muzzle with murderous lead
had discovered the room, and that the slugs and a triple charge of powder,
thick partitions would muffle any out¬ while in his left he swung a heavy,
cry, he patiently began to go over two-bitted ax. “Be ye man, beast or
every inch of the walls. devil, ’ ’ he muttered under his breath,
Suddenly his very blood froze in “ye’ll not get past John Muller in
his veins and the icy fingers of a one piece! ’ ’ Gordon carried a bull’s-
dread premonition closed slowly about eye lantern and a keen pitchfork.
his madly thumping heart, for he had In breathless excitement the two
heard, somewhere in the blackest re¬ men removed the blockade, piece by
cesses of that sinister vault, a soft piece. For a long time they stood
rustling that sounded strangely like a poised for instant action, gun leveled,
whisper—the incoherent whisper of pitchfork upraised. Absolute silence
the Thing! brooded within and without. At
At first his terror-numbed brain re¬ length Gordon lighted the lantern and
fused to grasp the unspeakable enor¬ thrust it into the aperture, brightly
mity of his situation, but at last, like illuminating the interior of the little
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cell. Still no swamp-demon put in its hinged flap so that anything that
horrible appearance. pressed inward on the little swinging
After some minutes of strained door would have easy entrance, but
waiting, they threw caution to the once inside could not escape.
four winds and, dropping to their Second, at about sundown he killed
hands and knees, crawled into the a shoat and collected a large pan of
hole, dragging their sinister weapons the warm blood, which he sprinkled
after them. Once inside, however, freely about the grounds, especially
their fear of the unknown returned, about the window-trap. He even went
for they knew the Thing to be invis¬ so far as to paint the outside and in¬
ible. As they stood fn rigidly heroic side of the trap-door with blood. The
attitudes of offense, there suddenly sickening odor of fresh blood per¬
came to their affrighted ears the un¬ vaded the windless locality for a hun¬
canny whispering that they knew so dred feet in every direction.
well. Two pairs of eyes were in¬ Third, he put two live pigs in the
stantly focused on the desk, whence room into which the “ghost trap”
the awful sound had come. . . . opened. Then he asked John Muller
A tiny, brown, bewhiskered mouse a question to which the other made
stopped his scampering among the pa¬ response:
pers on the desk and eyed the two “I’ve got some sulfur candles;
men curiously. Sensing possible would they do?”
danger, he plunged baek into the dry Gordon nodded.
litter with a soft rustling that
sounded oddly like a whisper—the L ate that night the Muller family
very noise that had so alarmed Gor¬ was aroused to trembling, wet-
don! browed wakefulness by hideous
John Muller looked at Gordon Hall screaming squeals of terror and ag¬
and Gordon Hall looked at John Mul¬ ony from the imprisoned pigs. Muller
ler. Each gravely surveyed the grim was at Gordon’s door in an instant,
weapons of the other. Then, with a ready for mortal combat with the
stream of oaths, Muller crawled out devil himself if need be.
and stamped angrily away. His last “Sounds like we had something in
audible remark was a profane de¬ our trap, doesn’t it?” remarked Gor¬
scription of a “blankety-blank mouse- don nervously.
hunter. ’ ’ Peal after peal of the blood-cur¬
Gordon laughed away the fright dling sounds rang out through the
that the mouse had given him, then stillness of the night. Muller was
began to examine the papers and doc¬ unnerved.
uments. As he thumbed through an “Can’t we stop that awful noise?”
, old diary, he suddenly gave an excla¬ he inquired anxiously. ‘ ‘ My wife and
mation of surprize and began to scru¬ the girls are nearly scairt to death.”
tinize it intently, his eyes shining “All right, then; bring the sulfur
with excitement. At last he had candles and come on.”
found a key to the mystery of the They halted at the door where the
real whispering Thing! swamp-fiend was entrapped. The hor¬
The next morning Gordon Hall did rible sounds within were diminishing
a number of peculiar things. First, in volume but growing in their effec¬
after obtaining permission from Mul¬ tiveness. Muller trembled, and even
ler, he removed the lower pane of Gordon, who knew exactly what was
glass from a window and substituted occurring within that mysterious
a square board having in the center a chamber, grew a little pale.
hole about the size of a dinner-plate “Now light, the sulfur candles,”
and fitted on the inside with a said Gordon after a moment.
500 WEIRD TALES
The elder man quickly complied. wing-spread and its nimbleness on the
The acrid fumes burnt the nostrils of wing is too marvelous to be expressed
thfe two men before the last candle in words; it must be seen before one
was lighted. can get an inkling of its amazing
“Steady now!” exclaimed Gordon. agility. Its flight is too rapid for the
With a deft, quick movement he eye to follow—first it is here, then it
opened the door a trifle, shoved the is gone.
burning heap inside, then slammed “ ‘Its color is a deep jet-black, and
the door shut. This operation took the natives tell me that it is the most
but a few seconds, yet they distinctly to be dreaded of all the beasts of the
heard the sound of loud, disconnected jungle, for it h^s a superhuman cun¬
whispers within. ning and an insatiable blood-lust.
In two minutes the sounds of agony Unlike the other members of the vam¬
were stilled by the deadly fumes. pire bat family, it goes straight to the
“Can we look in yet?” asked Mul¬ neck, usually to the jugular vein for
ler eagerly. He was as excited as a its ghoulish drink, while its blood-
child. brothers are content to draw the
“Not for three hours yet,” an¬ blood from a sleeper’s big toe or ear¬
nounced Gordon firmly; “that whis¬ lobe. ’
pering thing is going to be good and ‘ ‘ Two days later:
dead before ever I poke my nose in ‘ ‘ ‘ Did I say blood-brothers ? Well,
there. ’ ’ I was wrong. This creature is no
“Tell me what it is, then, before I more akin to the rest of the bat family
blow up and bust,” demanded the than the devil is kin to man! I saw
old man. another today, or perhaps the same
“Very well. Let’s go into the one, for there surely can’t be many
kitchen and sit down.” such monsters in the world. I was
Old Muller leaned interestedly close enough to get a good look at its
across the table. Gordon took from head, and I am firmly convinced—nor
the pocket of his dressing-gown an am I a superstitious man—that the
old, yellow-paged diary. Presently native legends, fantastic as they are,
he said: stopped far short of the real truth.
“That old recluse you say lived “ ‘Imagine the wrinkled, shrewd
here some time ago was none other face of an old Hindoo magician, mul¬
than the illustrious David Dryden, tiplied a thousandfold in keenness
who penetrated the unexplored re¬ and evilness of expression; then re¬
gions of darkest Africa before any duce the mental image to one-third
scientific expedition was ever organ¬ the size of your palm and you have a
ized. He was a peculiar, wild, ro¬ faint conception of the face on that
mantic man and had a great liking bat.
for unusual pets, the stranger the “ ‘Again I am wrong. It is not a
better. bat; it is what the natives claim it is
“I believe that the rest of the story —the embodied spirit of a very
can be told by him in his diary. The wicked old man who was in league
first is an entry written while he was with the devil in life and whom His
camping in a still unexplored section Satanic Majesty rewarded after death
of the Uma country. It reads: with a pair of wings and superhuman
“ ‘I saw one today and the natives knowledge. The cunning and under¬
certainly were right. I wouldn’t be¬ standing wThich that wrinkled little
lieve their weird tales at first, but I face showed when I suddenly came
do now—every word of them and upon it, gorging itself with blood
more too. Lord! but it was a hideous from a still-struggling wild hog,
creature! It was fully three feet in might indeed have been that of an old,
WHISPERS 501
old man had it not been for one awful “ ‘He allowed me to come up very
feature, and4hat is—the mouth! close to him. His eyes were on an
“ ‘Perhaps the nearest approach to exact level with my own and we
a simile I can give is the way a blood¬ looked straight into each other’s souls
thirsty little Savu monkey licks its for a long, long time—possibly an
thin black lips after committing mur¬ hour, I don’t know. He kept open¬
der on one of its fellows. This bat- ing and closing that horrible little
fiend did the very same thing in a mouth and showing his teeth. I could
manner infinitely more horrible, for see bits of clotted blood about his
it laughed; laughed in a sort of whis¬ lips, and the creature has a very pe¬
pering cackle and then spit blood at culiar odor—an odor that I have
me! smelled only once before and that was
“ ‘I am a hardened man of the when I lifted the battened-down hatch
world and I have witnessed horrible of a vessel whose entire crew had been
sights in the four corners of the murdered by pirates and thrown
globe, but never was I so completely down into the hold to rot. It is the
unnerved as when that grinning little grisly odor of death! . . .’
black imp tilted back and squirted a “Next day:
mouthful of warm blood at me. ’ “ ‘That queer little evil face
“A week later: haunted me all night. I shall never
“ ‘I have seen him sey^ral times. rest till I have him.’
I say him because nothing so abso¬ ‘ ‘ Two weeks later:
lutely fiendish could be of feminine “ ‘I have him! But no, this is
gender, and I speak of him as a defi¬ wrong. Better say that he has me.
nite creature because I know it has He came to me of his own free will
been the same one every time—those and in a manner both novel and
red-flecked tiny black eyes of his show weird.
almost recognition. Each time he lets “ ‘I awoke last night to find him
me come closer to him. His expres¬ sitting on my chest in the dark and
sions are incredibly terrible because staring down at me with his tiny in¬
of the size of that hairy little black flamed eyes. I fed him fried meat
face—smaller than the face of the and fruit at breakfast as he sat on my
newest-born baby, smaller even than shoulder and made his uncanny
the tiniest of monkey-faces and still whispering sound in my ear, but I.
almost human—that is, all but the have a gruesome fancy that his fa¬
mouth with its thin black leathery vorite delicacy is blood . . . fresh,
lips and minute yellow teeth. ’ warm life-blood . . . human blood,
“Next day: even. ’
“ ‘I have examined carefully the ‘ ‘ Three days afterward:
marks made by the teeth of my little “ ‘He is a queer, interesting little
black imp on the neck of a baby ante¬ demon. He has acquired a peculiar
lope and they are precisely the same habit of flying off at a distance, dart¬
as those made by human teeth!’ ing in at one with incredible speed,
“Later: striking at your throat playfully, and
“ ‘Even if I have to stay here in is gone like a flash. The wind from
Africa twenty years to do it, I shall his rapidly vibrating wings gives one
have that little black flying devil for the impression of cold breath.’
a pet! Today I found him sitting— “Again:
sitting, not hanging, mind you—on a “ ‘My little black fiend is not so
low branch along the trail. I Tcnow playful after all, for today, in doing
that he was waiting for me to come his familiar trick of darting up from
that way. behind and wheeling off, he bit me on
502 WEIRD TALES
REMEMBRANCE
By ROBERT E. HOWARD
Eight thousand years ago a man I slew;
I lay in wait beside a sparkling rill
There in an upland valley green and still.
The white stream gurgled where the rushes grew;
The hills were veiled in dreamy hazes blue.
Ho came along the trail; with savage skill
My spear leaped like a snake to make my kill—
Leaped like a striking snake and pierced him through.
And still when blue haze dreams along the sky
And breezes bring the murmur of the sea,
A whisper thrills me where at ease I lie
Beneath the branches of some mountain tree;
He comes, fog-dim, the ghost that will not die,
And with accusing finger points at me.
The Story Thus Far
/CUNNINGHAM and Gray go to the hills of New
Hampshire to investigate a settlement of
foreigners living there—a Strange People who
W 9
ITH a face like death Cun¬
ningham flung through the
have never seen a revolver, who strike from am¬ door. He sped down the
bush by throwing sharp knives, who use strange¬ steps with his heart, it seemed,
ly minted gold coins, and who keep aloof from
everybody but themselves. A third man, who
stopped dead. There were sounds
comes on the train with Cunningham and Gray, is behind him and angry voices. Gray
found stabbed to death—the work of the Strange roaring at Vladimir, perhaps. But
People. His brother, Vladimir, a sinister person¬ Cunningham could think of nothing
age who is hated and regarded with terror by the
Strange People, bribes the sheriff to Keep Cun¬ but Maria.
ningham and Gray away from them. Cunning¬ The darkness smote his eyes like,
ham, braving the flying knives of the Strange a blow. He stumbled and fell, then
People to find Maria, one of their girls, rescues
her from the sheriff. Maria brings her father, started up, crying out wildly.
Stephan, to Cunningham’s hotel room at night, A figure flitted up to him and put
and Stephan offers him a bag of shining gold- a soft hand over his mouth.
pieces in gratitude for his rescue of Maria, and
asks him for advice as to what they shall do if “Hush! Hush! I am safe,” she
the sheriff’s men again try to capture men of whispered breathlessly. “He saw us
the Strange People. Maria and her father slip about the sheriff, and fired. When
out the window into the night. Cunningham hears
a scream from Maria, a shot, and then Vladi¬ he saw the sheriff fall he thought I
mir’s purring voice gloating:_ "HaI I got her!” was killed. Hush! ’ ’
IKD TAXES for March 503
504 WEIRD TALES
turbing sympathy while they ban¬ I would see her happy. But some
ished him. day she would tell you who we
“But why?” demanded Cunning¬ are-”
ham fiercely. “I am your friend. T Cunningham found himself being
came hundreds of miles because the crowded gently away from Maria.
picture of Maria drew me. I re¬ He thrust himself fiercely against
fused offers of bribes. That man” the pressure.
—he pointed at Vladimir’s servant— *! But who are you ? ” he cried sav¬
“tried to kill me only today, only agely. “Dammit, I don’t care who
because I am your friend. And you are! You’re making her cry!
what have I asked of you ? If Maria Let me pass! Let me get-”
tells me to go, I will go. But other¬ Stephan made a gesture. With
wise-” the quickness of lightning Cunning¬
Stephan put his hand on Cunning¬ ham was seized by a hundred hands.
ham’s shoulder. He fought like a fiend against the
“You must not come again,” he innumerable grips that clasped his
said quietly, “because Maria loves hands, his arms, his feet. But they
you also. Our people know such were too many. He stopped his
things quickly. She has said that struggling, panting, and stared rag¬
she loves you. And we dare not let ing at Stephan.
our women marry any man but one
of ourselves. It is not that we hate “We give you a gift,” said Ste¬
you. We kept that man from kill¬ phan quietly. “Gold, my son. Much
ing you today, and we would have gold. Because if Vladimir tells our
killed him if you said so. We will secrets we will all be killed, and he
kill him for you now, if you tell us. threatens to tell.”
But we dare not let one of our women “I don’t want your money,”
marry you. So you must go.” panted Cunningham savagely. “ 1
“Will Maria tell me to go?” de¬ want this silly mystery ended! 1
manded Cunningham fiercely. want Maria! I want-”
“Yes,” said Maria, dry-lipped. “Go in peace,” said Stephan
“Go! Oh-h-h-h. Go, if you love me!” drearily.
She flung herself down upon the Cunningham was laid upon the
grass and sobbed. Some of the ground and tied fast. He struggled
women murmured to each other and with every ounce of his strength, but
one or two moved forward and in vain. The Strange People were
patted her shoulders comfortingly. too many and too' resolute. But
“She tells you to go,” said Ste¬ they seemed to take pains not to
phan wearily, “because we would injure him. Indeed, when they put
have to kill you otherwise.” him in a litter and started off with
“But why? Why?” demanded him. there seemed to be a consistent
Cunningham desperately. effort by the bearers not to make him
Stephan rose from his seat and even uncomfortable.
spread out his hands. Cunningham raged and tore at his
“Because no woman can ever keep bonds. Then he subsided into a sav¬
a secret from the man she loves,” he age silence. His lips were set into
said wearily. “Some day she would a grim firmness. Maria sobbing
tell you who we are. And then you upon the grass . . . this abominable
would hate her and hate us. You sympathy for him. . . .
would turn from her in horror, and The litter stopped. They took him
you would denounce us. And we out and cut his bonds. They offered
would die, swiftly. I am not happy, him the bags of hammered gold-
my son. Maria is my daughter and pieces again.
WEIRD TALES
“Maybe,” said Gray quietly, “it and many people about them.
would be a good thing if Vladimir Through the stillness, too, there
did tell what he knows. But I sus¬ came half-determinate sounds which
pect he won’t, and for your sake I’d might have been singing, or chant¬
like to see you safely married to that ing, or some long-continued musical
girl you’re so keen about before he wailing.
did start to talk. I’m with you to¬ The moon was shining down upon
night, Cunningham.” the valley, with its tidy New Eng¬
“Better stay behind,” said Cun¬ land farmhouses—upon Coulters,
ningham curtly. “They’ll be watch¬ where uncomfortable rural police
ing for me.” officers tried to convince themselves
“No,” said Gray quietly.' “I sent that they would be quite safe in
some wires today and they may not dealing with the Strange People—
be strong enough. Two of us might upon Bendale, with its electric lights
get her out where one wouldn’t. and once-a-week motion picture the¬
And I’m thinking that if you do ater. And the same moonlight
marry her and she does tell you the struck upon a ring of fires high up
secret of the Strangers, it might in the mountains where the Stran¬
avert a tragedy. I’ve done all I can gers moved and crouched. Old
without certain knowledge. Now, women gave voice to the shrill la¬
watch your tongue when we reach ment that was floating thinly
the'hotel.” through the air.
Only their immobility saved them never seen before. And the Strange
from detection. People had clasped hands in a great
When he had gone they made for circle that went all about the blazes,
the spot from which he had eome. It and as the old man chanted they
was breathless work because at any trotted steadily around and around
instant a liquid 'little glitter in without a pause or sound.
the moonlight—a throwing-knife— The old man halted his chant and
might be the only herald of a silent cried a single sentence in that un¬
and desperate attack. known tongue. From the men in the
But they made their way on and circle came a booming shout, as they
upward. It seemed as if they had sped with gathering speed about the
passed through the ring of sentries. flames. Again he cried out, and
The trees grew thinner. The wind again the booming, resonant shout
roared more loudly above their came from the men.
heads. And suddenly they saw the “The sunwise turn,” panted Gray.
glow of many fires before them. ‘ ‘ Widdershins! It’s magic, Cunning¬
If they had gone carefully before, ham, magic! In New Hampshire, in
now they moved with infinite pains these days!”
to make no noise. A single voice But Cunningham was thinking of
was chanting above the wind’s no such things as magic, white or
screaming. Gray listened and shook black. He was searching among the
his head. running figures for Maria. But he
“I thought I knew most languages did not see her. The barbaric garb
by the sound of them,” he whis¬ of the Strangers confused his eyes.
pered, “or could guess at the family That costume was rich and splendid
anyhow. I worked on Ellis Island and strange and utterly beyond be¬
once. But I never heard that one.” lief in any group of people only
They went dorwn on their hands eight miles from a New England
and knees for the last hundred mill-town with an accommodation
yards. Then they could see. And train once a day.
Cunningham stared with wide eyes, “Magic!” cried Gray again in a
while Gray swore in whispers, shak¬ whisper. “Cunningham, nobody’ll
ing with excitement. believe it! They won’t, they daren’t
There were a dozen huge bonfires believe it! It’s impossible!”
placed in a monster circle twenty But Cunningham was lifting him¬
yards across. They roared fiercely self up to search fiercely for a sight
as the flames licked at the great logs of the girl he had found at the end
they fed upon. And the wind was of the route to romance and to high
sweeping up from the valley and adventure. Here were strange sights
roaring through them and around that matched any of the imaginative
them and among them. novels on which aforetime he had fed
The rushing of the wind and the his hunger for romance. Here was
roaring of the fires made a steady, a scene such as he had imagined in
throbbing note that was queerly the midst of posting ledgers and
hypnotic. The flames cast a lurid day-books in a stuffy office on Canal
light all around, upon the trees, and Street. And Cunningham did not
the rocks, and the Strange People, notice it at all, because he was no
and the vast empty spaces where the longer concerned with adventure.
earth fell away precipitously. He had found that. He was fiercely
A single aged man chanted in the resolved now to find the girl who
center of the twelve huge beacons. loved him and whose love had been
He was clad in a strange, barbaric forbidden by the laws of the strange
fashion such as Cunningham had folk of the hills.
THE STRANGE PEOPLE 511
He saw her. Not in the circle. He bent down to jerk his prisoner
She was crouched down on the grass upright. And Cunningham heard
amid a group of women. Rebellion him gasp. He chattered in sudden
was in every line of her figure. Cun¬ stillness and the others huddled
ningham loosened his revolver. It about him.
was madness, but- “Dead!” gasped one of them.
A shout rang out sharply. And “He stabbed hisself, I tell ye,”
the running line of men broke and shrilled the sheriff. “He stuck his
milled. Cunningham saw a hundred own knife in hisself!”
hands flash to as many knife-hilts.
The five ungainly figures stared at
He saw the sheriff and four fright¬
each other, there amidst the roaring,
ened-looking constables come plung¬
deserted bonfires. One of them be¬
ing out of the brushwood, shouting
gan to whimper suddenly.
something inane about halting in the
“They—they’ll be throwin’ their
name of the law. There was a shout
knives all the way down to the val¬
and a scream, and then a man’s voice
ley ! ” he gasped. ‘ ‘ They ’ll be hidin’
raised itself in a wild yell of com¬
behind trees an’ a-stabbin' at us.”
mand and entreaty. Cunningham’s
The sheriff’s teeth began to chat¬
own name was blended in a sentence
ter. The others clutched their weap¬
in that unintelligible language.
ons and gazed affrightedly at the
The Strangers darted for the en¬ woods encircling them.
circling woods. The women van¬ “We—we got to try it,” gulped
ished, Maria among them. There the sheriff, shivering. “We got to!
was only a blank space in the open Else they’ll get guns an’ kill us here.
lighted by monster flames, and the If—if ye see {jmything movin’, shoot
sheriff and two constables struggling it! Dun’t wait! If ye see anything,
with a single figure of the Strangers. shoot. ...”
“Go git ’em!” roared the sheriff, With staring, panic-stricken eyes,
holding fast to the captive. “Git they made for the woods. Cunning¬
’em! They’re scared. Ketch as ham heard them crashing through
many as ye kin!” the undergrowth in the darkness,
Cunningham felt Gray holding whimpering and gasping in terror
him down in an iron grasp. at every fancied sound.
They left behind them nothing
“Don’t be a fool!” rasped Gray
but twelve great fires that began
in a whisper. “It’s too late! The
slowly to burn low, and a crumpled
Strangers got away, all but one.”
figure in barbaric finery lying with
The other men were racing about
his face upturned toward the sky.
here and there. They found nothing
It was the young Stranger who only
but a bit of cloth here, and a wom¬
that afternoon had told Cunningham
an’s embroidered cap there, left be¬
of the girl he had loved and lost be¬
hind in the sudden flight.
cause she was not of the Strange Peo¬
The struggle in the open space
ple. He had stabbed himself when
ceased abruptly. The sheriff tri¬
captured, rather than be taken out of
umphantly called to the others.
the hills and forced to tell the secret
“I got one now! Dun’t be scared!
of the Strangers.
We got a hostage!” He reared up
and yelled to the surrounding for¬
12
est: “Dun’t ye try any o’ your
knife-throwin’ tricks! This feller B y morning the outside valleys
we got, if we dun’t get down safe, were up in arms. One man—the
he dun’t neither! Dun’t ye try any foreigner of the train—had been
rescuin’!” killed by the Strange People, and
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a servant of Vladimir’s had disap¬ They did not fear the Strangers
peared among them. And witchcraft as witches, but as human beings.
had been believed in not too long They feared them as possible kid¬
ago in those parts. The wild cere¬ napers of children to be killed in the
mony of the Strangers among their inhuman orgies the fire-ceremony
blazing fires was told and retold, and had become in the telling. They had
with one known killing to their dis¬ no evidence of such crimes com¬
credit and the long-smoldering ha¬ mitted by the Strangers. But there
tred they had inspired, at the end it is no evidence of kidnaping against
was related as devil-worship un¬ the gipsies, yet many people suspect
diluted. Something out of Scripture them of the same crime. Had any
came to be put in it and men told man spoken the truth about the
each other—and firmly believed— Strangers, he would have been sus¬
that children were being kidnaped pected of horrible designs—of being
and sacrificed to the Moloch out of in sympathy with them. And be¬
the Old Testament. The single cause of the totally false tales that
Stranger who had been killed be¬ sprang up like. magic about their
came another human sacrifice, con¬ name, to be suspected of sympathy
fusingly intermingled with the other with the Strangers was to court
and more horrible tale, and there death.
was no doubt in the mind of any of Cunningham’s rage grew. Gray
the local farmers that the Strangers shrugged and rode furiously to Ben-
planned unspeakable things to all dale to send more telegrams. Vladi¬
not of their own kind. mir went about softly, purring to
Had any Stranger been seen with¬ himself, and passed out bribes lav¬
out the hills, he would have been ishly to those who could be bribed,
mobbed by an hysterical populace. and told lies to those who preferred
Sober, God-fearing men huddled to be suborned in that way.
their families together and stood He was holding back the plans of
guard over them. Women watched mobbing. The sheriff, acting on his
their children with their, husbands’ orders, broke up every group of
shotguns in their hands. Wilder and Avild-talking men as soon as it
ever wilder rumors sped with light¬ formed. But Vladimir held the
ning speed from homestead to home¬ Strange People in the hollow of his
stead in the valleys. palm. Half a dozen murmured
And all this was done without words, and the men who had taken
malice. The native-bom people had his lavished money would stand
distrusted the Strange People be¬ aside and let the simmering terror
cause they were strange. They dis¬ of the countryside burst out into the
liked them because they were aloof* frenzy of a mob. And then the hills
And they came to hate them because would be invaded by Christian men
they were mysterious. It is always who would ferret out the Strangers
dangerous to be a mystery. The and kill them one by one in the firm
story of what the sheriff and his belief that they were exterminating
four constables had seen among the the agents of Satan and the killers
fires on the heights became enlarged of innumerable children.
to a tale of unspeakable things. It It did not matter that Vladimir’s
would have required no more than a hold was based on lies. The lies
leader with a loud voice to mobilize were much more exciting than the
a mob of farmers who would have truth. The truth was dull and bare.
invaded the hills with pitchforks The Strangers had been dancing
and shotguns to wipe out the Strange about the fires. The constables had
People entirely. rushed out and they had fled, with-
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they took half a dozen shotguns— after I have spoken to them. And
the whole stock—three rifles, and then the rest of the Strangers will
all the ammunition in the store. They move away. They will go away
left gold to pay for the lot. forever, with me! I will take
Cunningham heard all this as them! ’ ’
one would hear outside sounds dur¬ “But it looks bad-”
ing a nightmare. He was like a ‘ ‘ They will lick my boots, ’ ’ rasped
madman. He would have gone rush¬ Vladimir. “They will crawl upon
ing through the place in search of their knees and beg me for mercy.
Maria but that it was still broad And I will give you four men to hang.
daylight and there were twenty or They will confess to their crime.
more armed men in the place, all And I will take the rest away. ’ ’
mad with excitement and fury. As Cunningham nodded grimly. At
it was, Cunningham was in a cold, least this clarified the situation a
clear-headed rage. He went to his little. Vladimir was afraid of the
own room and packed his pockets Strangers’ secret becoming known.
with cartridges. He only wanted to get them away.
Vladimir was right in one respect. If he could find Maria and she would
The natives were in no mood to tell him, and Gray brought the help
listen to the truth. They would be¬ he had promised-
lieve nothing that he told them. He Cunningham was not thinking for
was suspect, in any event. They himself, except as his liberty meant
classed him with the. Strangers, and safety for Maria, and secondarily for
they classed the Strangers with the the Strange People. But he would
beasts. Fighting such men was not have to go into every room in the
fighting law and order. The sheriff hotel filled with armed and sus¬
was bribed. The rest were wild with picious men. It was lucky he had
rage and terror. They did not know two guns. There would surely be
they were catspaws for Vladimir. shooting. There would probably be
Even the sheriff probably knew but a bullet or two for him.
little of Vladimir's plans. “Now send your deputies to ar¬
He went into Gray’s room and rest Cunningham,” snapped Vladi¬
searched for a possible second re¬ mir on the other side of the wall.
volver. As he pawed grimly among “Tell them to shoot him if he re¬
Gray’s possessions he heard the sher¬ sists. He was teaching the Stran¬
iff speaking, through a partition. gers to shoot and advising them to
Gray’s room was next to that occu¬ resist arrest. That is enough.”
pied by Vladimir, and Cunningham “I’ll send a bunch,” whined the
abruptly realized how Gray had sheriff uneasily. “He’s a desp’rit
obtained much information. character. Talkin’ about accusin’ me
“I’m doin’ my best to hold ’em,” of takin’ bribes. ...”
the sheriff was saying anxiously, “You’ll be rich for life when this
“but it’s gettin’ to be a tough job. is over,” Vladimir purred. “-Re¬
I’d better send for militia-” member that! ’ ’
“Fool!’’snarledVladimir. “What
do I give you money for? There T he door closed behind the sher¬
will be no fighting! We will march iff. Cunningham grinned sav¬
into the hills. We will pen up these agely. He was to have no chance
folk—surround them. If your mob at all. They had been sent to arrest
kills a few, what harm? Afterward him, after Vladimir had given him
you shall pick out your murderers news that would ensure his resist¬
—as many as you choose! They ing. He would resist, right enough!
will confess to anything you choose, And then a wild and utterly reckless
616 WEIRD TALES
leaped on one. Maria sprang up can get here. But for God’s sake
lightly behind him and he kicked the keep them away from the mob.
animal madly with his heels. It They ’ll be wiped out! ’ ’
sprang into a panic-stricken gallop “I’m going to get Maria away,”
and was off down the road. said Cunningham defiantly. “I’m
They were nearly out of sight be going to get her out of this state
fore the first of their pursuers had and marry her. The Strangers and
run out into the road behind them. anybody else can go to the devil! ’ ’
Then half a dozen puffs of smoke Gray, choking upon the dust he
showed that.they were fired on, but had swallowed, gasped out a raging
an instant later they were out of order.
sight around a bend in the road. “Don’t be a fool!” he cried.
“Look at her clothes! She’s in the
14 Strangers’ costume! You’ll be spot¬
C unningham laughed a little as
ted if you’re seen, and three town¬
ships are raving crazy! A dog
the horse's hoofs clattered be¬
couldn’t get away from here like
neath and the white road shot past.
that! You’ll be shot at by every
Maria was clinging to his shoulders.
damned fool in three counties and
“Safe so far,” he told her, “but arrested anywhere else you go! Get
now we have to take to the woods. up in the hills and keep the Stran¬
The hand of every man is against gers moving! The planes may not
us, Maria. Do you trust me to get get here until dark, and they can’t
you away?” land in the hills in the darkness.
“Anywhere,” she said softly. I’m going to meet them at Hatton
“You know I do.” Junction and guide them here. You
A motorcar eame racing toward get up in the hills and keep the
them over the rough road. It was Strangers moving or there’ll be a
not fit going for an automobile and massacre! That mob will even wipe
the car swayed and lurched from out the children! Everybody’s
side to side with dangerous aban¬ crazy! You’ve got to save them,
don. Cunningham swerved his horse Cunningham! Yoil’ve got to! ”
out of the road. The car slowed And Cunningham knew that he
and stopped with a screaming of was telling the truth. The Strange
brakes. Cunningham's hand fell to People might not fight, if he begged
his weapon. them not to. To desert them would
Gray tumbled out of the cloud of mean a tragedy in the hills. The
dust that enveloped the inaehine. people about them were no more
“Cunningham,” he panted. “Just accountable than so many lunatics.
found—Vladimir had bribed the tele¬ But to ride among the Strange Peo¬
graph operator. None of my wires ple with Maria upon his saddle! . . .
got through. Found an amateur They would know that she loved
radio fan and he sent my message. him, and they would believe that she
Relay League. Help’s coming. By had told him their secret. They
airplane. Bendale is a town of luna¬ would never let him leave the hills
tics. Wild yarns have gone into it again alive.
and a mob is coming out to wipe out It was death either way, and prob¬
the Strangers. They think they’ve ably for them both. He looked at
been burning children. You ’ve got to Maria and found her eyes misty with
get up to the Strangers. Tell ’em tears.
about planes. Tell them to get going “Let me go,” she said suddenly,
and Keep moving or there ’ll be a mas¬ with a sob in her throat. “You go
sacre. Help’s coming as fast as it away. I will go up to my people
518 WEIRD TALES
and tell them what this man has and it seemed as if all trouble and
said. Without me, you can escape. care were very far away, though
My people will tell me to die, but, they were riding up to death.
you will not know who we are and The trees rustled above them.
you will never hate me or despise Birds sang all about them. And
me. ...” they rode through an age-old forest
Cunningham caught her hand and upon a weary horse, a scarecrow of
laughed shortly. a man with a bandaged shoulder and
“No, my dear,” he said grimly. a girl in barbaric finery, gazing at
“We won’t be separated. It's a him with tear-misted eyes. And as
choice between being shot like mad they rode they talked softly, and
dogs or faeing your people. We’ll now and then they smiled, and in
ride up into the hills. We’ll tell every speech and glance and gesture
your people that help is coming to there was an aching happiness and
hold off the mob. Their lives will be *a wistful regret.
safe and their secret too, for all of All this was very foolish, but it
me. And if we die, it will be decent¬ was the proper, and authentic con¬
ly. I’ve two guns for the pair of clusion for a man who has followed
us.” the route to romance and adventure
He found himself laughing as he to its appointed ending.
waved his hand at Gray and drove But there came a little rustling in
his horse at the steep slopes that led the undergrowth beside them as they
upward to the tree-clad heights in went on climbing up to the heights.
which the Strangers lurked. Then other rustlings. Far away
As the trees closed over their there was a whistle as if someone
heads he smiled again and swung signaled. And very suddenly an arm
Maria before him. He gave the reached out from the thick brush¬
horse its head and the animal wood and seized the horse’s bridle.
dropped to a plodding walk. And One of the Strangers stepped into
■they talked softly. They had but a view and gazed steadily up into the
little while to. be alone and they had muzzle of Cunningham’s revolver.
never talked the tender foolishness From all about them men mate¬
that lovers know. Now they were rialized as if by magic. No man laid
riding at a snail’s pace upward to a hand on any weapon. They looked
the stern vengeance of the Strangers at the pair upon the horse gravely,
upon a woman of their number who without rancor but with infinite reso¬
had loved outside the clan. lution.
They spoke in whispers, not to And Stephan, Maria’s father, came
avoid detection but because there into view and regarded them with
are some things that are too tender weary, hopeless eyes.
to be spoken aloud. And their eyes “Why did you come back?” he
spoke other things for which nobody asked in a queer and resolute
has ever found words. Maria’s arm despair. “You knew what we would
was about Cunningham’s neck and have to do. Why did you come
her lips were never far from his own back?”
The dramatic revelation of who the Strangers are and the hideous
secret they have guarded with their lives will be narrated
in the exciting chapters that bring this story to
a conclusion in next month's issue.
I N DEFIANCE of fashion and
her husband, Marian Bardwell
nude, gracious curves of a Medusa
whose serpentine tresses crept about
nursed the yard-long, tropical and enclosed the oval that the Gor¬
luxuriance of her blue-black hair, gon’s upraised, slender arms sup¬
stedfastly refusing to have it bobbed. ported.
No coiffeuse ever profaned its twin¬ Bardwell entered through the door
ing, serpentine profusion; no hands connecting his room with Marian’s.
but her own were equal to the ritual “At it again! That damned hair!”
of the 4 o’clock brushing that Marian Bardwell shrugged his shoulders,
performed with the dreamy-eyed rev¬ grimaced at the thought of his wife’s
erence of a devotee who with mystic, oblivion to his presence, then with an
ceremonious pass and gesture invokes effort erased the somber frown that
the deity of some dusty shrine. lined his lean, handsome features.
Before the dressing-table of her He turned as if to leave, but paused,
boudoir she sat, confronted by boxes fascinated by that ceremonial brush¬
of powders, pots of rouge, lotions and ing. The lustrous amber disk and its
rarely blended essences; but these golden bristles gleamed and stirred
she ignored, having selected from.a like a gigantic beetle as she moved it
bewildering assortment of brushes slowly through the abysmal darkness
her favorite, amber-handled, amber- of her hair. Her movements were
backed, and cunningly carved in the rhythmic, supple, richly rounded; in
520 WEIRD TALES
some unbelievable way her arm glided “And now I’m in line,” despaired
in a series of convolutions whose sin¬ Bardwell. “Marian-”
ister grace made Bardwell shudder. But even as she spoke, the anima¬
“That damned hair!” he repeated tion faded from the exquisite oval of
as he wrenched himself from the fas¬ her face; she picked up the amber
cination of the ritual. And then: brush and again languidly stroked
“Why don’t you cut out all this non¬ the coiling darkness that hung heav¬
sense and be human ? Have your hair ily on her white shoulders, spelling
bobbed, buy up a bunch of new the wordless syllable of an everlast¬
clothes, and we’ll take a second hon¬ ing prayer to the deity Bardwell
eymoon in Florida next month. We hated and—feared.
can afford it now, you know. And “We’ll take a second honeymoon
... we both need a change of in Florida,” he had said. But he
scene,” concluded Bardwell irrelev¬ knew that it was no honeymoon but
antly, knowing well that no change rather the fantastic hope that the
of scene could ever veil the aura of warmth and unfailing sunlight of
age-old eVil that clung to the serpen¬ Florida might sear to extinction the
tine blackness of Marian’s hair. living, chilly blackness before whose
The chilly, repellent opulence of shrine Marian worshiped with meas¬
that somberly gleaming, iridescent ured, languid passes of an amber
coiffure haunted Bardwell, distract¬ brush.
ing his hours of waking and making Drawn by a compelling sorcery, at¬
his sleep a confusion of reptilian tracted in spite of himself, Bardwell
nightmares. The living, creeping drew closer, catching the sound of the
coldness of those profuse tresses had brush that caressed Marian’s waist-
in four years frozen an indefinable long hair, strands that blended and
terror into his soul. An age-old writhed, curled and intertwined in¬
horror nightly twined itself on dependently of the golden bristles.
Marian’s pillow, separating them as He gently laid his fingers on a strand,
might a limitless expanse of steaming, hoping against hope . . . shivered
evil-haunted jungle. . . . muttered . . . then turned and
“I’ll never cut my hair,” declared strode from the room.
Marian with the passionless certitude Marian’s movements became-slow¬
of one pronouncing a law of nature. er, more and more torpid, more lan¬
“Never again mention such a thing! ” guid, until finally, succumbing to the
tropical, overheated atmosphere of
Then she set aside her mirror and,
her Riverside Drive boudoir, she care¬
after a final lingering reverent ca¬
fully placed the amber brush on the
ress with the Medusa-handled brush,
table and, mustering her ebbing vi¬
turned in her low chair to face Bard¬
tality, picked her way to bed.
well.
The black, tentacular strands dis¬
“Win, can’t you take me as I am
posed themselves about the pillow,
and be content to leave me as I am? dark serpents basking on silver-white
You knew when you married me that
sand. . . .
there was something strange about
me. I loved you, Win. Still do.
2
Always shall. But I can’t-”
“But you must!” flared Bardwell. S arasota, rather than glittering Mi¬
ami or Palm Beach, appealed to
“No, I can not. Please don’t be
unkind to me,” she pleaded. “All Bardwell as being the most suitable
my life I’ye been different from other field on which to make his final play
women. I worried my mother into against that which hung over him like
her grave-” the mantle of an oppressive doom.
MEDUSA 521
And there he sought to inveigle Mar¬ of some ancient evil that always
ian into play and festivity, to entice blended in their love-making, adding-
her from the somnolent ritual of ever¬ piquancy to Bardwell’s pleasure, sug¬
lasting hair-combing, to revive the gesting to him that he had found Eve
gayety of their earlier days. He suc¬ and Lilith in one person. He had
ceeded, for a few days; but on the loved the dank chill of her hair, cold
first morning of the second week he strands that burned like creeping,
found Marian before her mirror, am¬ living fire; and a curious, pagan fas¬
ber Medusa in hand, and lost in the cination lay in that queer gesture, so
impenetrable sorcery that had made like an archaic, dimly remembered
his life a vortex of madness. ritual, with which Marian would toss
Thajt same afternoon found her the great braids about her back and
asleep at the edge of a steaming la¬ shoulders, where they clung and
goon, her hair spread fanwise about twined. . . .
her, basking in that fierce damp heat. “Win,” continued Marian, “have
“Now, by the Lord, this is too you changed, or have I? Leave me
much!” he snarled, as he seized her if you wish. You needn’t stay. I’l!
by the hand, thrust her into their play fair with you if you wish to
car, and carried her, still dazed and leave me. Only ... promise me
half asleep, back to their hotel. Once you’ll never again attempt to cut my
in the privacy of their suite, he con¬ hair. Promise me, and I’ll forgive
tinued, “This damned nonsense must you. And if you can ... try to re¬
stop! And I ’ll stop it, here and now! ’ ’ member. ’ ’
Bardwell seized a pair of scissors
Bardwell remembered, and prom¬
and, stifling his repugnance, grasped ised. And that night, and many
a handful of that serpentine, black nights thereafter, Bardwell held
hair. And then he dropped the
stony-eyed communion with bottles
gleaming steel, recoiling before the
branded with three stars and marked
chilly flame that came to life in
with the name of Martel.
Marian’s smoldering eyes.
Yet hope was not entirely gone: for
“Win Bardwell,” she began in a
Bardwell would occasionally vary his
calm voice whose deadliness matched
routine, emerge from the haze, and
the light in her eyes, “this is going
in the calmness of evening seek anew
too far. Whatever else you may wish
the means of overcoming that which
to do, at least stop short of mutilating
oppressed him. And thus it was that
me and killing yourself.”
wandering at random he met old Dr.
“What?” demanded Bardwell.
Berg, who during the many years
“Mutilate you? Kill myself—good
previous to his retirement from ac¬
Lord, Marian, this is getting worse
every day! What’s going to become tive practise had attended Marian
of us?” and Marian’s parents.
“Dr. Berg! Strike me blind, but
The venom faded from her voice,
it is good to see you! ’ ’
and the fire from her eyes, as she re¬
plied: “Win, I’ve told you a thou¬ In the pleasure of this unexpected
sand times I can’t help being what I encounter, Win Bardwell for the mo¬
am. Can’t you remember the old ment forgot that which the undying
days when my strange ways didn’t sun of Florida had not eradicated.
annoy you?” “And just as good to see you, Win.
And Bardwell recalled the first What in the world brings you to
weeks of their marriage—mad, ecstat¬ Sarasota?”
ic nights and dream-filled days. The The doctor paused, hesitating to
chill contact of Marian’s hair, even inquire as to Bardwell’s wife, yet
then, had carried the faint suggestion knowing that such inquiry must be
522 WEIRD TALES
on her mind. So if you want this to ly. “I don’t think the road is too
hang, let me go alone. ’ ’ slippery. Both you and I have driven
“I’ll take you and come back, and hundreds of miles in the rain, at
then go back again. Or wait in the night, too. The sleet turned to rain
car. Or, better—I need exercise. I’d an hour ago. But if you’re afraid to
rather walk it once, each way.” drive-”
“That’s silly, Ken. It’s a bad night “I’m never afraid to drive. It
to walk the streets. Let me drive over wasn’t that. It was—it is—oh, never
alone; you stay here, and I ’ll ’phone mind, now. I am ready.”
you in time to walk over, if you really “Moods are to be reckoned with,”
want to walk it once, and ride back said Kenneth gently. “Of course, it’s
with me.” better not to give in to them unless
It was settled. Sheila’s matter-of- you have to. But—are your nerves
factness delighted Kenneth as much steady enough to drive?”
as the flame-colored dress. She had a “I’m not nervous. I wasn’t nerv¬
competent, efficient way that was al¬ ous. You’d never understand. For¬
ways a source of delight to him: get it, Ken. I’m going. Only, don’t
And in a moment, suddenly, like ever look at me as you did a minute
the blowing of an unwholesome wind ago. I—didn’t like it.”
across the shining surface of a pool, They walked to the unlighted ga¬
everything was different. rage in silence. Sheila climbed into
“Ken—Ken—I’m not going ... I the front seat of the touring-car. The
can’t go. I’m afraid.” motor started quickly, and Kenneth
Only seconds had elapsed since her leaned over and kissed the girl lightly
last words, but her voice was changed. on the cheek.
Her eyes were wide, unhappy, and— “I’ll be ready when you ’phone,”
yes—terrified. Kenneth had been in he said. He slammed the door.
the act of helping her with her coat. The big car moved out backward,
She leaned slightly against him, her closely shrouded in its black curtains,
eyes, with that strange look in them', a shining black monster trailing glar-
near his own. They held his, desper¬ ing, parallel beams. It took the road,
ately, appealingly. Kenneth tried to swung round and shot away, the
hide his recoil from her manner. bright lights leaping before it, its
“I’ll go with you.” driver invisible in the gloomy cavern
He had not concealed his feeling. of the interior. Sheila was an expert
Moreover, it was deepening. He was driver, and misted glass and blurry
conscious of something like irritation celluloid never annoyed her seriously.
also, an irritation that was growing. But Kenneth’s straining eyes resented
Everything had been all right. There their inability to catch a last glimpse
was no reason for Sheila suddenly to of her, and his over-strained nerves
alter, to look at him like a stricken made of the trifle a grievance. For
animal, bound and helpless and wait¬ the first time in his life it seemed to
ing for an expected blow to fall. him that there was something sinister
Whatever the cause of this attack, about the appearance of a closely cur¬
Sheila had not tried to control her¬ tained car; something suggestive of a
self. She had yielded to a fantastic hearse, or of something hateful which
mood, and had expected Kenneth to he eould not name. He turned toward
yield. the house with a shiver of disgust at
Sheila’s eyes became more stricken the idea.
as she watched him.
“You needn’t look like that, Ken. I n the big chair by the fire Mary
I’m going.” Ellen rocked silently. She would
Kenneth weighed his words careful¬ not look at Kenneth.
FROM BEYOND 529
Mr. and Mrs. Michaels were ill at “Is this the Michaels’ residence? Is
ease. They had taken no hand in the Miss Sheila there ? I thought she was
incident, but they had been talking coming here to have a fitting.”'
it over while Kenneth was out. After Visions of accident, of collision and
a little hesitation, Mrs. Michaels spoke side-swipes rushed through Kenneth’s
to him. mind. Yet these things did not wear
“I think you did right, Kenneth. the aspect of his fear. It had to do—
She’ll have to overcome those spells. he was sure—with the closed-in,
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen prisoned look of the car as it had
her-” vanished in the night.
The mother’s voice trailed into si¬ The lamp-lit room seemed changed.
lence. The last time had been the time He thought swiftly. These people did
of Mary Ellen’s story. They were all not know that something had hap¬
thinking of that. pened to Sheila. Kenneth’s shoulders
“If I had been you, Kenneth, she squared. He was responsible for
wouldn’t have gone without me, ’ ’ said whatever had happened. He would
Sheila’s father flatly. be responsible for more. He would
“Please-” said Kenneth. not share his knowledge now, not
The clock ticked. The wind blew a until he had tried to make it more
branch outside the window so that it definite. Before he terrified Sheila’s
tapped against the glass. Again, Mary father and mother, he would go over
Ellen’s story lived in Kenneth’s ears. the road she should have gone. A
The tapping branch was like a signal, stalled motor might have held her
attracting his attention to some un¬ somewhere all this time. . . .
easy fact. But his fear—his horror—why
Sheila should have reached the should he detest the idea of Sheila’s
Walton house. Just this side of it, being alone in the close-eurtained
vacant lots thff size of a eity block ear? Was he subconsciously enter¬
lay along each side of the road. Ken¬ taining a fantastic suspicion that she,
neth pictured the shut-in ear passing in this evening’s mood, ought not be
this point with a recurrence of the alone, shut from the eyes of others?
shudder of distaste he had felt as he That she needed protection from her¬
looked after the car. It was early, self, perhaps? Not that—it could not
and the road would not be empty. be that! But what nameless, shape¬
Cars would be meeting each other and less dread was it that was assailing
rushing by, each a cavern of darkness him in terms he eould not define?
carrying its unseen occupants, its His doubts colored his fears.
bright lights glaring ahead, twin Instinctively he had compressed his
meteors blazing a lonely trail. reply over the telephone. “In about
Wolf, the collie, went to the door twenty minutes, ’ ’ had meant to Mrs.
and whined—a long, heart-breaking Walton that he was bringing Sheila.
whine that was almost a howl. Ken¬ “You’ll find me in bed if you come
neth opened the door for him, forcing much later,” had meant to him that
himself to speak lightly. Mrs. Walton would not bother to call
“Sheila got us all nervous, and again.
we’ve affected the dog.” He snatched his hat and overcoat,
Fifteen minutes passed, slowly. If but dropped the overcoat at once in
the telephone did not ring, he would the darkness outside, and began to
have to call the Waltons’ house him¬ run, jamming his hat down to keep
self. He gave it five more minutes. the stinging drizzle out of his eyes.
One—two- He spared breath to call twiee to
It was still sounding in his ear Wolf, but if the dog heard him he
when he caught the voice on the wire: made no sign. He thought as he ran
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530 WEIRD TALES
that Mary Ellen and Wolf had both And far away somewhere to the right,
turned against him, and he did not a dog, with a voice that reminded him
blame them. He had turned against of Wolf, gave a single distressed bark
himself. He should have gone with as he hesitated.
her. In his uncertainty, he knew only To get the general direction of this
that. road and the lay of the land, or be¬
He ran until his breath came hard cause an impulse stronger than his
and the perspiration streamed down uncertain will turned his footsteps,
his body with the rain soaking Kenneth splashed into the narrow
through his clothes. He did not know channel of deeper darkness. The rain
how many minutes it was before he began to fall more heavily.
came to the lonely stretch of road he
had been hurrying to reach.
there was nothing there to see. The
But I t had poured for hours. The win¬
dows of the Michaels’ house shone
road lay straight ahead, a shining like squares of yellow topaz under
canal reflecting the lights of two on- water. At 11 o’clock their brightness
rushing cars. Their headlights flared faded to a dusky play of firelight and
on him and vanished, and the dark¬ shadow, slanted over by the pallid
ness closed down like a falling cur¬ gleam from the nearest street lamp.
tain of wet, black velvet. The light Mr. and Mrs. Michaels had talked
in Mrs. Walton’s house was ahead, over again the events of the evening
dim in the rain and mist. This out- in the last hour since Mary Ellen had
skirt of the city was as lonely as many gone to bed. Sheila must learn to
spots ten miles from town. control her moods. Yet Kenneth’s
Kenneth walked now, scanning the policy was questionable. And while
shadows to left and right. He passed no slightest uneasiness over their
the Walton house, although he knew daughter’s whereabouts had touched
that the reasonable thing was to go in her parents since tire telephone call
there and telephone the Michaels the they thought was from her, they had
truth. He had passed no wrecked or accused both her and Kenneth of
stalled car. No car was parked here. thoughtlessness.
Sheila would not have come and gone “They must have driven down¬
away without him. It was a case, town. They wouldn’t stay at Mrs.
now, for notifying the police. Walton’s very long.”
And yet he walked on indecisively ‘ ‘ They probably got tickets and
in the rain like a man possessed by went to a show, and maybe they
an impulse stronger than himself, un¬ didn’t have much time to ’phone.
able to face the facts, unable to give They’re usually good about that.
up and admit that there was no longer Sheila usually lets us know what she’s
a chance that suddenly he would find doing.”
Sheila and everything would be all “There’s no reason why she
right. Also, he could not go in out of shouldn’t always let us know. It
the night and put things into other, isn’t asking much, to want to know
less eager hands. The idea was like when to expect the children home.”
the idea of a desertion. He was not The curtained lights upstairs were
through yet with the black, streaming darkened too, and blinds and» windows
road that led on past the house to¬ raised. With the unsatisfied feeling'
ward which Sheila had started. that follows a spoiled evening,
He never before had gone past Mrs. Sheila’s father and mother fell asleep.
Walton’s house. Beyond were lights
in other houses, sparsely scattered. npHE persistent, soaking rain dimin-
But before the first of these, a lane¬ ashed at last. A dense white mist
like cinder road led off to the right. crept slowly out of lower-lying places,
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rolling in the road, and the man had the night would turn to blessed relief.
Wolf by the throat—that was why And now he knew that the question¬
there wasn’t more barking: Wolf was ings which had lain for so long be¬
too busy trying to get loose, and to tween them must be faced and an¬
slash the man’s throat, for any bark¬ swered. He had been overwhelmed
ing. I don’t know how it would have with pity for Sheila, driven out by
eome out. It was very dark. But him to a horrible experience that
when I came up, the man let go and might have ended for her in death—
got to his feet and ran—Wolf after or worse.
him. I called Wolf off; I didn’t But, did he believe that her fears
know. . . . of the early evening were in the na¬
“There was Sheila, doubled up on ture of a presentiment ? That, in her
the floor of the tonneau with that danger, she—or something from that
bruise in her temple, with her hands other world she believed in, veiled
tied together with rope—oh, I can’t thinly from the world of the senses—
tell you! But there were little things had drawn him to her, and guided his
fallen on the floor—things out of a feet down the narrow road?
man’s pockets, out of a dope-fiend’s Did he believe that she knew things
pockets, Man* Ellen. And I knew the from some source of knowledge that
devil had been hiding there, crouched was closed to him, and to others ? Did
in the tonneau, when she started. lie believe that she had known of the
When I made her go alone! sinking of the Lusitania when it hap¬
“Not that I would have been much pened? Did he believe that her first
protection. He had an iron bar—I sweetheart, Vincent, had been anes¬
think he used it on her. He could thetized by a cross-eyed assistant on a
have laid me out, just as cold—who wooden kitchen table, before the na¬
ever looks in the back of a car, at tives burst in and made an end ?
night? He did not believe any of those
“Oh, Sheila! Sheila!” things. And he knew that Sheila be¬
lieved them, that she would always
As though his cry of despair had believe them, that things would al¬
reached her, Sheila moved. Her ways be happening to her to confirm
eyelids fluttered, and her lips trem¬ her in her belief—things that to him
bled, as at a grievous memory. Her would be coincidences; strange, but
eyes opened suddenly, wide, with a nothing more than coincidences, be¬
lost look in them. They found Ken¬ cause they could not be proved any¬
neth’s, and clung to them. A faint thing else. Proof, proof! He eouid
trace of color came back into the not believe things for which there was
white face, as though in that long no proof, and, although he would
look she were drawing strength from never try again to bully Sheila into
him—from the steadiness of his eyes, believing as he believed, she would
and the love in them. And still she see the doubts in his mind, and shrink
stared, unsatisfied, asking something from them. Only this evening he had
without a word. feared that her mind—well, in the fu¬
And Kenneth’s face slowly whit¬ ture, what might he fear, what might
ened until she had the more color of he think? And—Sheila would fear
the two, and the relief went out of it, his thoughts.
until it was set in anguish—more set Things of which they dared not
and more hopeless than it had been speak, because they had no common
when he brought her in and laid her language of shared experience, would
down, and could not find her pulse. invade their house of life, as tonight’s
He had thought that, if only she storm and darkness had forced their
would open her eyes, the terrors of way into this sheltered room. And
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because they had no common lan¬ that you loved me, and that you—did
guage in which they might cry out to not believe in me. That you thought
each other in their need, the walls of* I was fanciful, hysterical, maybe a
their house would fall. little out of my mind. He has seen
All the philosophy of his life Ken¬ this for a long time, and has grieved
neth would now have given gladly for over it and tried to help. He has
one moment in which he and Sheila seen that awful suffering would grow
might see eye to eye. But he had no out of your doubt of me—unless it
hope of such a moment, however fleet¬ could be stopped. He saw that long
ing. Reality to him was not a thing before we felt it, you and I. And he
of feeling, but of fact. could never reach your mind, and
Down the road there sounded an reaching mine would have done no
Automobile horn. good; it would only have revived old
“The doctor—at last!” memories.
But Sheila, holding on by his arm, “And so he tried to touch our lives
raised herself suddenly to a sitting through another. It is hard to ex¬
position. plain, Kenneth; but he made me see
“Then, I want to tell you some¬ again the cross-eyed assistant—the
thing before he comes, Kenneth—you man who was anesthetizing him when
must understand. There must be —you know.
peace and understanding between ‘ ‘ I saw him. I knew that Vincent
us.” had tried hard to send him to me, to
The excitement in her voice alarmed tell his story, to verify my ‘dream’ to
Kenneth. Now, of all times, this sub¬ you, so that you would feel differently
ject must not be taken up. There was toward me, so that there would be a
enough in it to hurt deeply, at any fact on my side. But something ter¬
time. Now Sheila could not stand it. rible came in, there, and I was afraid
“My darling — wait,” he mur¬ —as I was afraid just before I was
mured. struck on the head, when I realized
“No! I am going to tell you— that someone was hiding behind me.
quick, before he comes, and the others “Only, I am sure of this, Kenneth.
come. That blow on my head—I was I came back—I waked—with this in
farther away than you think. I have my mind. My fear was like an awful
been with Vincent.” discord breaking in. But, in spite of
Mute with agony, Kenneth raised it, Vincent made me understand this.
his eyes from Sheila’s face and looked “You must go, yourself, at once,
at Mary Ellen. And even in Mary and look on the floor of the car, in the
Ellen’s trusting face he read a doubt. tonneau. There are things there that
Would the others come in, the doctor you must see. Perhaps you have seen
and her parents, and hear such things them, but you must look again. You
as this? Would other people, some must go, now, Kenneth, before any¬
day-? one else can disturb them, before any¬
It was best to let her talk now, after thing can stop you—it means every¬
all, before the doctor’s car reached thing—you must go-”
the drive. But his decision did not A new note in the hurrying voice
matter, in any case. There was no warned Kenneth. Sheila must be
stopping Sheila now. humored, she must not be allowed to
“I was almost dead. Perhaps I was excite herself.
dead. And at once, Vincent came to “If you’ll quiet down, dear—I hear
me. I don’t remember what he said, the doctor coming. I’ll leave you
or how he said it. But I knew that he with Mary Ellen—and I think I heard
understood. He has known that I your mother speak, upstairs. When*
learned to love you, Kenneth, and they come down they’ll be less fright-
534 WEIRD TALES
ened if you seem calm and like your¬ circle of yellow light. Something
self. Yes, I’m going straight out to was slipping out—an old picture of
the car. I’ll look at everything.” Sheila! In this tramp’s pocketbook!
Bending forward eagerly now, all
TZ"enneth met the doctor at the but holding his breath, he fingered
door, and motioned him inside. the pages. They were soiled, some of
He heard Mary Ellen’s voice. As he them stuck together, but all closely
went out, he saw light streaming from written over with ink, nearly to the
the upstairs windows. Mary Ellen end of the book. He turned over to
would explain. For Sheila’s sake, the last written page, and held it close
he must know exactly what was on to the light:
the floor of that car. He had noticed ‘‘She is more beautiful than the
a hypodermic needle, and a “file” of picture. I shall hide in the back seat
white pills. Besides these, there had of the car at night, until I get my
been other smallish things, or such chance. If too many come, I can slip
was his impression. out. The garage is always dark.
Groping on the floor of the car, his ‘‘I look back over the years, and I
fingers closed on a narrow, leather- can see that I have been moving to¬
bound book. He drew it out and ward this for a long time. First, after
climbed into the front seat. He the thing happened that started me
could inspect it briefly by the dash- on the dope, I used to feel as though
light. A memorandum book, a dope- he -were sending me to her. I would
fiend’s dosage record—he would see remember—the kitchen table with the
just what it was, for he was going to gash in it, him lying on it, uncon¬
enumerate every object in the car. scious, after I had given him the an¬
When he had looked at this, he would esthetic ; the beginning of the opera¬
feel again, and strike a match. . . . tion, the cut in his side, and then
the brown devils pouring in at the
His thoughts ran on, while he fum¬
doors and windows—I can feel myself
bled with a little clasp that closed the
running away again, and afterward,
book; a surface current of planning,
the horrors, and then the morphine.
an undercurrent of despair. Here
It was while thinking of that at first
was he, unable to hear what went on
that I used to feel as though he were
in the house, what the doctor said, be¬
sending me to the girl. I took her
cause he must go through the belong¬
ings of a criminal—not in the inter¬ picture from some of his things that
I found, and I used to look at it, and
est of revenge or justice, which could
wonder what he wanted me to tell her.
have waited until his mind was at
And that was strange, for I never
rest about Sheila’s immediate condi¬
saw him before the day he died, and
tion, but because he was looking for
his affairs were nothing to me.
a message from Vincent—from be¬
“Then the dope got me altogether.
yond the grave. And, having found
And all I knew was, that I must take
nothing, how would he meet Sheila?
her—any way I could. What chance
What would pass between them when
would there be for me in any decent
he came to her again, and afterward ?
way? A down-and-out anesthetist
His fingers moved slowly, for he did
not want to go in too soon. without a job; a dope-fiend, who’ll
never have another chance; a tramp;
And suddenly his thoughts stopped. a homely brute—ugly as hell, and
The little book fell open in the cross-eyed!”
A Strange Story of Hypnosis After Death
THE SPECTRAL
LOVER
By R. ANTHONY
ARNEY came back to me last I’d have no thought of my own, only
night! that he meant what he said and would
Something aroused me from carry out his promise.
my sleep. And when I opened my This morning, as I write this, all
eyes I saw Barney at the foot of the seems a ridiculous dream. How could
bed. I could not see him clearly, but there be spirits? Or, if so, how could
Just a vague outline, through which a spirit have power over flesh and
the furniture showed distinctly. He blood ? No, I will not think about the
was like a filmy vapor which seemed matter. Barney’s words meant noth¬
to grow a trifle denser. Then he dis¬ ing; they are futile. Why should I
appeared. feel troubled?
I had not slept well. The news of Of course, that he was killed makes
Barney’s death had shaken me. Al¬ me feel somewhat sorry for him. But
though I did not love him, I think I I could not mourn him. I don’t feel
liked him. Perhaps it was his over¬ that I lost someone dear to me. If
bearing mastery which held me. He anything, I feel rather relieved that
would command, and I seemed unable he is gone.
to refuse. Time and again I vowed Wednesday.—He came again last
to myself to break with him. I scolded night. What does it mean ? This
myself for being his slave. But as time his image was a trifle more defi¬
soon as he appeared, my will-power nite.
was gone. It made me afraid of him,
Thursday.—Barney was more dis¬
terribly afraid.
tinct last night. I couldn’t sleep after
“You’ve got to be true to me,” he that.
often said. ' ‘ If anything happens to They noticed something at school
me I’ll come back for you.” today. That is, they noticed I didn’t
That made me shudder. “But, feel well. The principal called me in.
Barney,” I would reply, “I don’t ‘ ‘ Miss Martin, ’’she said kindly, “I’m
love you. You know that. I—I—like afraid you ’re ill. You look very tired.
you, but not—not—like that. ’ ’ Better go home. I ’ll manage to have
Then he looked at me with those someone take your pupils today and
stem and piercing eyes and repeated: tomorrow. You go home and rest well
“You belong to me, Nell. What I over the week-end so that you can
have I hold. And if anything hap¬ come back Monday feeling perfectly
pens to- me I’ll come for you. Re¬ fit. Perhaps it might be well for you
member that! I’ll come back for to see a doctor. ’ ’
you! ’ ’ And when he spoke like that I cried a little and could barely
and looked at me so eompellingly, my thank her. Mother was surprized to
resistance just seemed to evaporate. see me home in the middle of the
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“It is true, Nellie,’’ said the chap¬ compel her interest. So I destroyed
lain. ‘ ‘ He has gone now. ’ ’ This was that interest and gave her life.”
an assertion, and the girl did not con¬ “ I see that. But how-? ’ ’
tradict it. “You will live, child. Go “If you please, Doctor! Let me
to sleep now. You must rest a lot. It follow my own reasoning. Offhand
was a cruel experience that you have one might say it was a clear case of
survived, but it is past and you will autohypnosis. But I am not so sure
live. Remember that. ’ ’ of that. Whence came her interest in
As he spoke she fell back to her pil¬ dying? It was not natural with her.
lows and gazed at the priest with sur¬ For she explicitly states over and over
prize, which slowly turned into an that she did not love the man, that
expression of childlike trust. She she did not want to follow him, that
smiled gently, her eyes closed, and she did not want to die. Hence that
she began to breathe deeply and reg¬ interest did not originate within her,
ularly. but was supplied by some extraneous
“Better give her food,” said the source. Her memoranda make clearly
chaplain to the nurse. “Lots of food evident what that source was: it was
—milk with eggs, and the like. I Barney Lapeere. ’ ’
think she ’ll take the food, even while ‘ ‘ Of course. Then your method was
asleep. ’ ’ to overcome Barney’s influence by
I nodded my assent to the direc¬ proving that he was unfaithful.”
tions, and the nurses left for the “Not quite that. Let me tell you
kitchen. Meanwhile I drew the priest something about Barney. Your man
aside and asked him, “Look here, Brent is something of a genius. He
Father Ryan, you might tell me ex¬ managed to compile quite a bibliogra¬
actly what’s what. No bed for you phy in a few hours. This Lapeere
till you’ve explained!” was undoubtedly a hypnotic person.
“Very well. Has it ever occurred More than one person remarked the
to you that people die because they influence of his glance, especially on
have lost interest in life?” women. For a young man (he was
‘ ‘ Of course. Every physician knows only twenty-three) he had a remark¬
that.” ably long list of escapades, unsavory
“Well, if people can live because or savory, as you look at it.” Here
they have an interest in life, why the chaplain smiled wryly. ‘ ‘ The last
can’t a person die because said per¬ months, while he was ostensibly court¬
son has an interest in death?” ing Nellie, he had an affair which
“Oh!” turned out rather bad. Instead of
“But Nellie had no real interest in facing things, he committed suicide.
death, you must admit. That was Most of these Don Juans have a yel¬
clear from what she wrote. She low streak. They have courage to
thought she had; but if I could prove make love, and that is all. ’ ’
to her that it was not a true interest, ‘ ‘ Quite true. But admitting that, ’ ’
then she would not think of dying— I urged, ‘ ‘ what bearing-? ’ ’
at least, not dying as yet. Such “Pshaw,” the chaplain inter¬
thoughts are all very well for an old rupted. “Don’t you see it yet? The
war-horse like myself, but hardly man worked on her fear. It’s a case
proper for a lively and healthy young where one will supplanted another or
creature. ’ ’ at least dominated it completely. Nel¬
“You are talking in abstract terms, lie was aware of that much herself.
Father Ryan,” I scolded. “Kindly Also, there was post-hypnotic sug¬
get down to concrete facts.” gestion, only till now I had never
“ Very well, very well. In this case thought that it could last after the
it was a dead person that seemed to death of the hypnotist. But here—
540 WEIRD TALES
well, it was fear that he worked on. Oh, I know you men! Someone once
She was afraid of him; that’s clear got off a sonorous line that ‘hell hath
from her notes. Men die of fear. no fury like a woman scorned, ’ and
What can one expect in a woman who since then this funny humanity be¬
has been half-hypnotized, whose will lieves that it must be true for every
has been constantly sapped, and into woman, first and last. If an admirer
whose mind a pernicious idea has been turns on a woman she will hate him.
implanted? Here it was the idea of Bah! Hence you infer that I called
coming for her; she feared just that. Nellie’s attention to Barney’s disloy¬
And he seems deliberately to have em¬ alty in order to arouse the jealousy
phasized that over and over, as if, that supposedly is never very deep
consciously or unconsciously, he were beneath the surface of any wbman.”
preparing for a gruesome experiment. “Well, isn’t that exactly what you
It was this dominating influence, did?”
strong in life, and just as strong or “Oh, the conceit of these men!
stronger in death, that I had to break And you, too, Doctor! There were
down. That’s what I gathered from two things I said to her: that Barney
the data given by Brent and by Nellie had killed himself and that he was
h.erself. ’ ’ not true to her. The. other woman
“I see. Given a hypnosis, how can never bothered her. The fact was that
it be broken?” she realized that he had been dis¬
“Yes. It meant that I had to find honorable, and further that he was a
some way of attacking him. Here is coward, and therefore had neither
my logic: A decent girl admires two courage nor loyalty. My words di¬
virtues in men, courage and loyalty— rected her full attention on Barney.
loyalty to others and courage to face She did not think of herself at all,
the consequences of an act. She did only of Barney; that is, what, the
not love him. She protested that over truth did to Barney’s image. Before
and over. Still, she felt his power, then it was a picture of strength, of
but only because she considered him power, which she feared, but re¬
an honorable mm. Like most of us, spected. The other and true image
she believed that strength of will is is that of a cowardly weakling, strong
based on honor.' Hence, show her that only in pursuing women, and in noth¬
the man was dishonorable, and his ing else. An idol deflated; what
control over her would be gone. They . longer should she fear? The moment
should have told her the truth when that sank into her consciousness, that
he killed himself. All this would not. moment the hypnosis was ended.
have happened.” With the destruction of fear, she was
“I agree with you there, Father' free—and well! ’ ’
Ryan,” I said. “So your method “Hm, you may be right,” I re¬
then was to arouse her jealousy ? ’ ’ marked.
“Her what?” he demanded, as if “Of course I am right. Think it
astonished. ‘ ‘ I thought you had seen over. It was the fear of Barney I
deeper than that, Doctor. You seem attacked, of Barney as a powerful but
to be thinking of the well-known fact honorable man. Jealousy had nothing
that every woman, even the best of to do with it. She feared him, re¬
them, likes to believe that she is ad¬ member that. And there you are!”
mired for herself alone, and that the With that I left him and went back
professed admiration is restricted to to the patient. I found her sleeping
herself. At any rate, she will feel soundly, her pulse strong and regular,
kindly toward the admirer. That’s a delicate flush on her cheeks. Hm!
one of your ideas, isn’t it? The sec¬ Maybe.the priest was right. And, in
ond is that of the ‘woman scorned.’ his words, there you are!
B AILEY’S Dictionary, published
in 1751, defines a Familiar as
The commonest picture of a witch
known to us today shows her with a
‘‘A Spirit or Devil supposed broom and black cat. It was on the
to attend on Witches, Wizards, etc.” broomstick that she flew through the
The belief that every sorcerer or per¬ air to midnigjit witch meetings, while
son in league with the Evil One had the black cat was her familiar. The
a familiar spirit prevailed all through familiar was seen in numerous other
the centuries from ancient to mod¬ forms—dogs, birds, frogs, mice, and
em times. The Jewish King Solo¬ strange, hideous animals unlike any
mon, because of his wisdom, was for others known. If the animal was a
ages reputed to have been a necro¬ small one, it was usually kept in a
mancer who had always two demons, box or earthen pot on a bed of wool.
one male and one female in attend¬ ,A woman at a witch trial in En¬
ance, ready to carry out his wishes. gland testified that she called at the
Only occasionally do we hear of home of the alleged witch, but the
the familiar being a good spirit. A latter was out. The caller then
man in France in the Sixteenth Cen¬ peeped through the bedroom window,
tury was said to have one which had “and espied a spirit to look out of a
attended him for thirty-seven years. potsharde from under a cloth, the
He never saw it, but it awoke him in nose thereof beeing browne like unto
the morning, touched him upon the a Ferret.” Elizabeth Bennet, an¬
right ear if he did well, upon the left other Sixteenth Century witch, “ac¬
if he did wrong, and gave other evi¬ knowledged that shee had two spirits,
dences of its reality. one called Suckin, beeing blacke like
The commonest manifestation of a Dogge, the other called Lierd,
the spirit was in the form of an ani¬ beeing red like a Lion. Suckin, the
mal which served a witch or wizard, examinant said, is a hee and the other
who often received it when they is a shee. Many times they drinke
agreed to sell their souls to the Devil, of her milke bowle.”
who usually appeared to them as a These familiars not only did
man in black. When the new witch harm to persons against whom the
had signed the agreement or made witch had a grudge, but to religious
her mark with her blood, the Devil, people whom the Devil ordered her
according to an old writer, “delivers to work evil upon. In 1588 in Essex,
to her an imp or familiar; which in England, an old woman confessed
the shape of a cat or kitten, a mole, that “she had three spirits; one like
miller-fly, or some other insect or a cat which she called Lightfoot, one
animal, at stated times of the day like a toad, which she called Lunch,
sucks her blood through teats on dif¬ the third like a Weasill, which
ferent parts of her body.” she called Makeshift. . . . The Cat
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would kill cows, the Weasill would of a bird, yellow in colour, about the
kill horses, the Toad would plague bigness of a crow—the name of it
men in their bodies.” The familiar is Tewhit.” A man witness testified
of a witch named Margaret Waite that a witch named Margaret Moone
was “a deformed thing with many had twelve imps. She told him their
feet, blacke of colour, rough with names, but he could remember only
hair, the bigness of a cat.” Another six of them—Jesus, Jockey, Sandy,
woman had a familiar “in the shape Mrit, Elizabeth and Collyn.
A Bizarre Story Is
THE FANTASMAL
TERROR
By WILLIS OVERTON
T HE fate of that strange book,
Laughter of the Pit, was a
in him. Take that ivory Buddha on
his mantel-shelf; he half believes that
dark and baffling mystery. For it brings him luck. My cousin seems
almost a year Kaspar Voldune had to be an opportunist; but that, I
been writing the story, filling it with think, is due to a trace of fatalism.
the spell of his singular personality. When something unusual happens, he
He had discussed it often with his feels, in a vague way, that destiny
intimate companions and had read has provided the situation for his par¬
to them many passages from its weird¬ ticular benefit. You can’t solve the
ly fascinating pages. secrets of a mind like his.”
Even the author’s wife, gay, vola¬
Then, suddenly, he became oddly
tile Mona, could not tell what had be¬
silent about it. To the questions of fallen Laughter of the Pit. “My hus¬
his relatives and friends he gave no band is a riddle,” she asserted one
enlightening answer. “The history day. “That’s why I love him so much.
of that book is a closed chapter— I adore mysteries, you know. Kaspar
closed and sealed,” he told them, and is buried half the time in a cloud of
would say no more on the subject. dreams. Sometimes he is brooding
Kaspar’s cousin, Dwight Prescott, and silent; sometimes he talks with
in his judicial manner, voiced his a strange, wild eloquence, and has, oh,
views about the mystery. “You can such queer ideas! Maybe that manu¬
never tell what Kaspar will do,” he script is locked in his desk; maybe he
said, his rather pale features and threw it in the wastebasket; maybe
thoughtful gray eyes assuming a criti¬ he is writing it over. Nobody knows,
cal expression. “There’s a bit of and there isn’t any way of finding
freakishness, and even of superstition, out.”
THE FANTASMAL TERROR 543
She went to him, and gazed upon him, and it jarred especially on
thoughtfully into his face. ‘ ‘ You look this night so fraught with the spirit
tired, dear,” she remarked. of romance. It was a certain intel¬
“A stroll will do me good,” he lectual coldness in Dwight’s tone—an
said. “Don’t wait up for me, Mona. indifference toward all things beauti¬
I may not get hack for a good while. ’ ’ ful and poetic.
He bent down and kissed her. “Do you mind if I walk along with
“Kaspar,” she said eoaxingly, you?” Dwight asked.
clinging to him, after they had ex¬ “I’d rather be alone tonight,’’ said
changed kisses, “promise me that you Kaspar. “I’m in a mood for silent
won’t do any more writing tonight. ’ ’ musing. ’ ’
“Why, darling?” he asked. “All right,” said Prescott, in a tone
“You’re working too hard,” she of tolerant amusement, as he strolled
answered. “You’ve been writing fu¬ away. “Dream your dreams. I’ll go
riously all day, without a bit of on over and chat with the fellows at
recreation. So promise to forget about Norton’s.”
your book until morning, that’s a Kaspar, too, resumed his walk. But
dear. ’ ’ he had taken only a few steps when
“Maybe I can’t forget it,” he said, he felt, by a kind of sixth sense, that
“but I won’t write any more this his cousin had turned round and was
evening. ’ ’ coming up behind him. Facing about,
She went blithely back to the liv¬ he saw, to his amazement, that
ing-room, humming a little tune, and Dwight was not there. A glance along
pausing an instant to the doorway to the street revealed his cousin in the
blow a last kiss to her husband. distance, moving steadily in the di¬
rection which he had first taken.
W hen Kaspar stepped out of the Smiling at this trick of his faney,
house, he realized for the first Kaspar turned again and continued
time the full beauty and charm of the on his way.
night. He gazed up at the large round He was fitted to enjoy, to a marked
moon and the vast network of stars degree, the delights of nocturnal
that gleamed in the sky. A light roaming, the sense of dreamy detach¬
breeze fanned his cheek; and faintly, ment, of mystery and vastness and
from afar, came the sounds of gay glamorous expectancy. The sounds of
laughter and the riotous music of a title city gradually diminished, until a
dance orchestra, profound hush filled the streets. Still
Kaspar had been walking about ten Kaspar continued his solitary -wan¬
minutes, and had passed several peo¬ dering, in rapt communion with the
ple on the quiet street, when he came night.
face to face with his cousin, Dwight But time and again there came that
Prescott, feeling of being followed, of not be¬
“Good evening, Kaspar,” Dwight ing alone. His thoughts wandered to
said. his unfinished book, only to be
“Good evening, Dwight,” was the checked abruptly by the sensation of
response. “It’s a wonderful night, a presence near by. His mind revert¬
isn’t it?” ed to the witchery' of the night; but
“Yes,” said Dwight, “it’s the once more, in the midst of his mus-
proper kind of weather for this sea¬ ings, he was startled by the conscious¬
son.” Presently he added, “Where ness of that other being.
are you going?” As the moments elapsed, this feel¬
“Just for a walk,” Kaspar replied. ing grew more emphatic, and a vague
“And you?” There was a quality in terror settled upon him. The air was
his cousin’s voice that always jarred becoming damp; a chilly, depressing
THE FANTASMAL TERROR 545
wind arose; and fragments of cloud where he had seen it before—and all
scurried through the sky. at once he knew. It was Gaffon!
As Kaspar walked homeward, he Swiftly the figure grew larger, and
was still aware of the silent, invisible acquired the complexion of a human
entity. He fancied once that the being—the sallow complexion which
thing was about to touch him, and he Kaspar’s imagination had given to
thereupon quickened his pace. Gaffon. The creature began to make
On reaching home, he stole quiet¬ definite movements, and queer gur¬
ly into his study, and softly closed gling sounds issued from its mouth.
its door. Even now, he was not dis¬ It stepped to the edge of the mantel,
posed to retire. He hastened to build turned slightly to the left, and sprang
a fire, for his teeth were chattering. to the floor.
Soon fie was seated in an easy-chair It stood there at Kaspar’s side,
before the fireplace. He had not grinning fiendishly. The diabolical
turned on the lights; for the fire, and being had grown in the course of a
the moonlight streaming in through moment to the size of a man.
the windows, filled the room with a “So you are planning to have me
dim and spectral radiance. Kaspar punished,” Gaffon snarled, thrusting
could hardly believe that this was his his leering face toward Kaspar.
own study, so different did it seem The author shrank back. “But—
in the weird half-light. He glanced but—you—can’t be Gaffon!” he said
about as if to reassure himself, caught hoarsely. “You—he—is only a char¬
a glimpse of his image in the mirror, acter in my story.”
beheld the manuscript on the desk,
“Is that so!” The horrible face
and then his gaze came to rest on the
drew nearer.
ivory Buddha which adorned the
mantelpiece. “How—how could Gaffon be real,”
said Kaspar, “when I invented
He had bought the idol years
him?”
earlier, while traveling in the Orient.
“Maybe God, who made you in his
And now he prized it as a talisman;
own image,” said Gaffon, “has given
for good luck had certainly come to
you a little of his miraculous creative
him ever since the date of the pur¬
power. Or it may be that my ex¬
chase. Eastern peoples were absurd,
istence is the cause, and your story
he thought, to worship such^inanimate
the effect.” His tone was harsh and
objects. And yet—did not his own
menacing.
experience prove that the little ivory
“Go away,” Kaspar implored.
god held some occult power? He
“You frighten me!”
wondered if, indeed, these idols might
“You are planning to have me
not have a peculiar attribute, quite punished,” Gaffon repeated. “You
natural, but too subtle for science to
intend to let Little Braimer crush
analyze, which could influence human
me.”
life.
“That’s the way I want my book
S uddenly, as if in agreement with
to end,” Kaspar admitted.
A bestial growl came from Gaffon’s
his thought, the Buddha seemed to throat. “You shall not!” he said
nod. While Kaspar stared in amaze¬ fiercely. “You won’t dare!”
ment, the idol’s expression and its “Why not?” said Kaspar, sum¬
entire form underwent a gradual moning all his courage. “If I have
change. It was not a Buddha that he created you, why can’t I destroy
gazed at now, but a hideous figure, you?”
strangely familiar. He searched his ‘ ‘ God may grant the power to pro¬
mind, as in a nightmare, to discover duce what has not been,” said Gaffon,
546 WEIRD TALES
"and yet He may withhold the power you? Then I will wreek your soul!”
to annihilate.” His gorgonlike face came closer, and
‘ ‘ If you are in some way the cause slowly his bands, like an eagle’s tal¬
of my story, ” Kaspar declared, ‘ ‘ then ons, reached for Kaspar’s throat.
I’m not responsible for what I write.” The author shivered and shrank
"I may cause the story in a general away. He lifted Ms hands as if to
way,” Gaff on said, ‘‘without deter¬ repel the attack, and then let them
mining all its details. My theory is drop limply at his sides. He was
that I and this book about me act and afraid, not so much of personal vio¬
react upon each other. If you end lence, as of contact with this loath¬
the tale with my defeat, it will ruin some creature. He would postpone
me/' the touch of those frightful hands to
A silence fell between them. At the ultimate fraction of a second. He
length Kaspar spoke. ‘‘Was it you dosed his eyes to shut out the grisly
who followed me about this even¬ spectacle. And then, for a moment,
ing?” he ashed. he waited.
"Yes,” Gaff on answered. A sudden release of the tension—a
"Why did you eome forth from the feeling that the suspense was broken
Buddha?” said Kaspar, after anoth¬ —caused him to open his eyes. Gaf¬
er pause. “Until now it has always fon was gone ! Kaspar drew a hand¬
brought me luck, not horror. ’ ’ He was kerchief from his pocket, and tremu¬
trying vainly to converse in a casual lously wiped the eold moisture from
manner—to make the situation seem his forehead. "I eouldn’t have stood
natural. And he was sparring for much more of that,” he muttered.
time in which to think of some means Shakily he crossed the room and
of escape from this demon. turned on the lights. A look into the
"Because you were looking1 at the mirror revealed a ghastly reflection
Buddha,” said Gaffon, in answer to of himself.
his last question. "But enough of this He must find something to ocetspy
talk!” He went to the desk, and re¬ his mind—something on which to an¬
turned with a paper-knife. “Are you chor Ms turbulent thoughts. Picking
afraid?” he inquired raspingly, as he up the manuscript on his desk, he
brandished the knife before Kaspar’s took it to his seat by the fireplaee,
face. where he could banish the chill that
"Yes,” moaned Kaspar, cringing gripped; him.
in his chair.. He wanted to rise and But he could not read it. His mind
rush from the room, but he could not was still in a whirl. "I couldn’t have
stir. stood much more: of that,” he repeat¬
Gaffon tossed the paper-knife back ed. He laid the story upon his knees,
upon the desk. "I have a better and sat, for a long time, gazing down
weapon than that,” was his sinister at it. His glance wandered to the
comment. "I won’t hurt your body, blazing fire, and then returned to the
Kaspar Voldune. It’s your mind that manuscript. He regarded it wistfully
I threaten. Call me a figment of your for a moment, raised it from his
fancy if you like, but remember that knees, and tossed it, with a swift, im¬
just as surely as you oppose me, I’ll pulsive movement, into the devouring
drive you mad.” flames.
Kaspar called forth bis last spark He glanced at the impassive Bud¬
of defiance. “In the morning,” he dha resting on the mantel-shelf. Did
said, "I ’ll laugh at this delusion, and a sardonic smile pass over its fea¬
finish the book I am writing.” tures, or was it his imagination? He
"Will you?” Gaffon snarled. "Will could never be sure.
TtW
B-WARNER
Through a circle that ever retumeth in ruddy glare, which flickered like
To the selfsame spot, leaping flames, then vanished—ac¬
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot. companied by a clang of metal, as
he was fortunate Franz with the that the master of Rutzau wished to
beautiful wife! know from lying tongues that would
What a joke it was on Franz, to be not reply to minor tortures but
sure, that he should thus entertain his answered eagerly hoping their reward
wife’s lover so unsuspectingly! Per¬ would be quick death as they under¬
haps his wits had been addled as well went the Greater Question.
as his body smashed, when Franz had Too, he had heard of the oubliette,
fallen from the cliff two years before. a pit with walls of sheer stone,
And the cream of the jest was that peopled by the rats, fierce with hun¬
Franz had never known how the ac¬ ger, to which men were flung living.
cident had come about, but stilh Could he be in the dungeons of
believed that the edge of the cliff had Rutzau? Did Franz know?
crumbled away beneath him! He staggered to his feet, swaying
How could a man be such a fool with faintness. Again that lurid
and live? No wonder that Qlga de¬ flare overhead, followed by the omi¬
spised her husband now! nous clang, as though someone stoked
The man chuckled at the thought, a furnace in the air.
and sneezed violently. He must be He began to run in the dark,
taking cold; how came it that the bed drunkenly weaving from side to side.
was so damp and—hard? Almost at once he felt the impact of a
He rolled over and his hands came tremendous blow upon his entire body
in contact with rock, bare, icy and and he was hurled backward, striking
wet. He was shocked wide awake at liis head cruelly upon the ground.
once. Where in God’s name could he Like a dog which has received an
be? unexpected kick, he yelped with the
Abruptly, horror surged around in pain and, upon hands and knees,
the dark and left him trembling. scuttled crabwise backward. Soon he
Rock! Wet stone! Half-forgotten encountered another obstacle with
tales from the black history of Rutzau his heels, which resisted further
swarmed through his head. progress, and he stood up, reaching
If ever a castle were haunted by as high as possible with his hands.
ghosts, it should be Rutzau if even a Nothing projected from the wall,
third of the stories that had been which was smooth and slippery to
whispered about its torture chambers the touch as his exploring fingers
were true. Rumor spoke, with hushed passed over its damp surface.
breath and backward-roving eye, of The wall was gently curved, and
deep pits and rooms cut in the solid keeping his left hand upon it, he set
rock that formed the castle’s founda¬ out to follow whither it might lead
tion; murmured, too, of men that him. He had taken nine steps when
had entered the castle and never re¬ his hand plunged into vacancy and he
turned—as men-; told also of others stumbled.
who were not: seen again, and guessed The recess in the wall was not deep,
darkly at the reason; mentioned tor¬ but it was already occupied by a
tures under which men prayed to be furry body that squealed and writhed
placed upon the rack instead, regard¬ under his hand and squirmed when he
ing it as a pleasant couch in compari¬ gripped it, setting sharp teeth into his
son to the bed of pain they lay upon. thumb. He jerked his hand out of
Also there were whispers regarding the hole, with the creature hanging
rooms where dwelt the Iron Maiden, from his thumb, holding tight with
ever ready with insatiable crushing teeth and claws and a prehensile tail
embrace for any victim; other rooms that wound snakily about his wrist.
where the strappado, thumbscrews With his other hand he loosened the
and the boot wrung truth or anything claws one at a time, which fastened
THE CHAIN
elsewhere, while the teeth went on It was a hot coal, a red ember that
gnawing hungrily. Half crazed, he stuck to his hand and hissed.
fought the thing that seemed bent on Then through the darkness of the
eating him in small mouthfuls, snarl¬ pit, from high in air, floated down a
ing while it chewed. He screeched sardonic chuckle. Instantly, without
like a beast when the teeth met a second’s warning, the pit was flood¬
through the fleshy portion of his hand ed with light from invisible sources,
and tore a bit away. which revealed to the man, after the
With his free hand he clutched the first blinding glare had passed, the
thing by the back and ripped it loose, horror of his prison.
battering it on the floor until it For a hundred feet the walls of the
wriggled no longer; but his furious pit rose sheer and smooth, with
rage was not satisfied until he had neither crack nor cranny for a foot¬
tom it into ragged halves and hurled hold. About four feet from the floor,
them, wet and flapping, from him. several openings pierced the rock, and
He stood, breathing hard in great into them were tumbling in a head¬
gasps, and something began to fight long scramble gray shapes as large as
with another something not far away cats, round-eared and gaunt, their
in the dark, squealing little wicked pointed snouts blood-dabbled from the
cries. cannibal feast, and in the center of
the floor lay in fragments what had
Something ran across his bare feet
been a huge rat.
and he kicked at it, but struck the
High above, a cripple stumped
wall instead. He cursed vehemently
and, limping, resumed his journey about the edge of the oubliette, and
the man below knew it for his cousin,
along the wall. The wall was at his
his heart saying gloomily, “Franz
left, the clamor of a bloody quarrel at
knows! ’ ’
his right. Yet as he advanced, the
row did not lessen with distance, but
continued undiminished so that an
F ranz lay down and swung an arm
ugly worm of fear began to crawl in over the pit’s edge—an arm that,
his brain—a thought which he dared curiously short, seemed to have been
not allow himself to dwell upon. broken in several places and clumsily
reset.
When his hand again entered an
Was he shaking his fist? And then
opening in the wall and the squab¬
the man below saw that Franz was
bling over the dead beast was no
beckoning to him. Faintly fell a
farther away, he could no longer deny
word, “Climb,’’ then again, “Climb
the fearful fact. He was in the
up the chain,” and he saw that from
oubliette!
the hidden mysteries above a long
For a third time the heights glowed beam was swinging out until its end
red from an unseen fire, and again was directly over him.
followed that solemn boom like a fu¬ Upon the metal beam there was
neral bell tolling dismally one—a long fixed a large pulley, over which ran
pause—two and three—and from continuously joined links of iron
above a shower of small glittering which-now were moving and falling
particles rained down—a sparkling down—down.
hail. Slow-dropping, the end of the chain
Many went dark ^before they came nearer until his hands could
reached the floor, but others, larger grip it; and still descended. It touched
than the rest, shone like fireflies as the floor and stopped, swaying there.
they fell, and stretching out his hand As he held to the cold links, he could
he caught one in his palm. feel the vibration of the engine that
With a cry of pain he dropped it. had lowered it.
550 WEIRD TALES
The Links were large and heavy, down. His flimsy night-garments
their openings large enough to insert tore as he struggled loose.
a hand or foot. He fixed himself While he was freeing himself, the
comfortably as might be and waited chain hung steady without dropping,
to be lifted from the pit but when he moved away the swaying
How Franz would suffer for this thing followed, guided by the patient
when he got out! Let him taste a cunning of the crazed man above.
little of his own pit, perhaps! And The rough metal cut his feet as he
then again from above, the word fell, walked over it, and he wished for
‘‘Climb,” interrupting his pleasant shoes. He kneeled down dose by the
vindictive thoughts. wall, took off his jacket and tore it
Perceiving that the eripple did not into strips which he bound about his
intend to lift him out, he set his feet. While he was doing this the
teeth and began to elimb the hundred chain was coining slowly down, build¬
feet of chain. Franz would have his ing heaps of metal which overbal¬
little joke, he thought, but when he anced and fell dangerously near, but
got out—an ugly grin—someone else not touching him.
might laugh. Then as he anxiously sought for
Still he might have to beg for help some retreat from the growing men¬
after all: only half-way up now and ace, he saw a slight depression in the
he did not feel strong. wall; he might fit himself into this
Why, he had been climbing for and be safe from a direct blow.
hours, it seemed! Strange he was not He dived for it and as closely as
already at the top toward which he might be he flattened himself into the
strained! niche and, scarcely breathing, waited.
He glanced below and nearly fell Perhaps Franz had not seen!
in horror. The floor of the pit, nearly The hope was vain, for the chain
forty feet across, was carpeted with swung after him and a broad mound
the masses of the fallen chain. The of metal links rose like a titanic
chain was being lowered at the same mushroom lifting its head before the
speed at which he was climbing! niche. With the squeal of a trapped
While he looked below he dropped ten animal, he darted from his lair,
feet nearer the bottom of the pit. clawed the chain aside, sprang
Furiously he began again to climb, through the narrowing aperture that
regained his ten feet, five feet more, was left, and sprawled upon his face.
and the chain at an increased rate Before he could scramble erect,
dropped down. something struck his shoulder. The
Above, Franz laughed, but it was chain was at his side. Already a
more nearly a cackle, and the man be¬ tremulous pile shook uncertainly
low felt hope die within him, for he above him, about to topple.
knew that Franz the cuckold was He rolled aside as it fell, but not
fully aware and mad. far enough to escape, for an arm was
‘‘Climb!” he shouted down. caught. Desperately he pried and
“Climb!” struggled to gain away, finally pull¬
But the man no longer climbed; ing loose at the expense of a tom
holding tight instead he watched the hand.
floor come near. While he fought, the chain had
Fifteen feet from the bottom, the withdrawn to the other side of the
chain was loosened suddenly, then pit and had filled it high, a terrace
caught, and he fell from it. Before like tangled, petrified, disjointed
he eould rise, a heavy length of metal snakes. Now when he stood up, it
lay across his body, pinning him swung toward him again.
THE CHAIN 551
He sprang away; the chain fol¬ the pit, the chain glowed red with
lowed as he backed toward the wall. heat, and as he watched, the links
He ran; and then began a strange that now came, following, shone yel¬
pursuit, for ever as he fled, at his low, then white, flaked with black
heels marched like a sentient thing— patches of soot on which ran and
the Chain! twinkled tiny racing crowds of sparks
It poured into the pit, link after in endless chase.
link piling upon the others to form The chain was passing through the
vast heaps of metal which would top¬ roaring furnace above; white-hot and
ple and fall. The man wandered coming down. . . .
helplessly among these metal ten¬ It touched the colder links and
tacles that were thrown out, all but made a pile which he avoided. It
crushed by the heavy coils and swung around the pit and laid a cir¬
mounds that swayed erratically all cle around him; swinging still it
about him. formed a narrowing spiral at whose
Again he slunk behind a heap of center he stood shivering with the
metal and mouthed and mowed, gib¬ agony of anticipation. It neared him,
bering at the chain as it sought him hung steady, then swung quickly at
out. him like the leap of a python. He
To his tortured mind and feverish shrieked and darted aside.
imagination, the chain, while it His feet came down on the glowing
swung and created a hill of metal in links, and the rags around his feet
the center of the pit, took on a new smoked and burst into flame. Weep¬
and monstrous shape. It seemed like ing, he tore them away and trod the
a metal giant, its blind head above flaming path with naked feet.
the clouds, swaying rhythmically That which followed was a matter
from side to side and searching for of moments, but to him it seemed a
him in the oubliette. Fumbling foretaste of eternity spent in pun¬
about with a hundred clanking arms, ishment.
it stalked him with a dreadful ghast¬
ly patience, for the end was sure.
And towering mightily before his
T he chain came slowly down, livid
with heat and leprously scaled
hiding-place, it drove him forth again with oxidized metal, pulsating in rip¬
and struck him down with a hundred¬ ples along its length from the throb¬
weight of iron links. bing engine that lowered it to the
He struggled up once more, cling¬ floor, building shimmering heaps for
ing to life, bruised and hurt, whining his tortured climbing.
and whimpering now, all pride for¬ Stumbling over scorching ridges, he
gotten. Bitterly he cursed the name rounded the pit, limping feebly along
of the woman whose fair face had over the hideous surface that drove
brought him here to walk with Death. him to his doom. Best impossible, he
From high overhead came down a tottered on his way, hope as dead
malignant sound—the low, quiet tit¬ within him as in any poor lost soul
tering of the madman, watching, that crosses with treadmill trot some
planning, carefully goading his vic¬ smoking, horizonless plain of hell.
tim round about the pit. The man From the walls, cracking with heat,
below looked up, a curse upon his jetted out white puffs of steam, but
lips in which the name of Franz was above their piping whistle there
mingled—a curse which gave place rumbled in the man’s crazed brain
to a scream of abysmal terror as he strange roaring voices, and sometimes
realized the inconceivable frightful¬ he vacuously smiled as he listened to
ness of the approaching doom. the ravings of a mind in dissolution
For several yards from the lip of —and plodded on his way. And
552 WEIRD TALES
though his eyes were clouded and the torment, than because of any new
dim, he began to see visions, and to agony that he experienced.
him the livid swaying chain appeared He had nearly ceased to think.
hazily to be the dancing white body Now and then, while he reeled and
of the woman he had loved. staggered over the loosely shifting
He turned to follow instead of flee¬ heaps that illuminated the pit with a
ing as before, but she tripped away ruddy light, a groan of relief hissed
lightly, mocking, and he could come through his baked lips as the dull
no nearer, for the maniac above man¬ brain told the craekling body that
aged the chain so that his prisoner the end must be very near.
should not be touched by it, thinking Once he thought he heard a cry far
perhaps that he had not yet paid away and not repeated. The voice
fully and would find Death too dear seemed familiar; it was, in fact, the
a friend. yell of the maniac who was dancing
The man below was growing un¬ around the rim of the pit, perilously
conscious of his pain, mercifully be¬ near but wary of his own trap and
lieving, with his shattered mind, that shrieking down curves at his enemy.
he dwelt in happier days, and once Only the one sound had pierced to
he muttered as he stumbled on, ‘ ‘ Oh, the seat of memory, but it was enough
Olga, Olga! How your kisses bum! ” to cause the man to hope again. Per¬
He thought he had whispered, but haps Franz, the merciless, had re¬
the words burst out in a rasping lented !
croak and a gush of blood from a He summoned his lagging energies
half-cooked lung followed and hissed and tried to speak, but the sound that
upon the chain. issued from his throat was only a
Nerves have their limits. They gurgle. Again he tried; it was agony
can be strained to a certain point, even to breathe; a harsh inarticulate
but beyond that they refuse to func¬ croak, in which were only fragments
tion, which in a way is merciful. So of words, was the only result, and
it was with the man. The breaking- his deafened ears refused to carry the
point had been reached and passed, answer.
and his suffering was no longer so Hope died and a more bitter
intense. despair took its place. The reaction
Dying on his charred stumps of produced an even keener torture, if
feet, he hobbled amid the coils of such were possible. It was almost as
clanking metal that flowed relentless¬ though a lost soul who knew himself
ly down like a slow thread of lava to be in the deepest chamber of hell
trickling over the lip of the pit. felt the floor drop from beneath him
Occasionally the chain swung in an and precipitate him still farther
unexpected direction and laid a fiery down.
tentacle across his shoulders, searing He struggled on beneath the iron
anew an earlier bum; or again he flails, through a misty haze of smoke,
heard, through the drumming stutter a fog of sooty vapor from his own
of the heated blood in his pounding smoldering body, a stench hanging
head, the hiss and sharp puff of around him not merely of burned
steam as a white-hot link accidentally flesh, but, even more repulsive, the
pressed against his naked side. repugnant odor of charred bone; and
But though he winced and cried the demon above forgot to yell in his
out at every motion he was compelled wonder that life could linger so long
to take, it was more because the in such a mutilated being.
cringing seemed by then to be the And still the dead man walked and
proper thing, necessary and a part of stumbled, mechanically complaining
THE CHAIN 553
By GUSTAVE FLAUBERT
I N A castle on a sloping hill, in the
midst of a forest, dwelt Julian’s
the moats were full of water; swal¬
lows built their nests in the crevices
father and mother. of the battlements; and when the sun
The four towers at its comers had was too hot the archer who paced
pointed roofs, which were covered back and forth on the curtain all day
with leaden tiles, and the base of the long returned to the watch-tower and
walls rested on foundations of rock slept without fear.
which descended abruptly to the bot¬ Inside, the ironwork gleamed every¬
tom of the moat. where ; in the bedrooms, tapestry
In the courtyards the pavements hangings kept out the cold, the closets
were as spotless as the flagged floor overflowed with linen, the casks of
of a church. Long spouts, represent¬ wine were plentiful in the cellars, the
ing dragons with heads downward, oaken chests groaned beneath the
conveyed the rain-water in the direc¬ weight of bags of money.
tion of the cistern; and on the win¬ In the armory, between standards
dow-sills on every floor of the castle, and heads of wild beasts, could be
in pots of painted clay, were sweet seen arms of all ages and of all na¬
basil or heliotrope. tions, from the slings of the Amale-
Another enclosure, surrounded by kites and the javelins of the Ga-
stakes, comprised an orchard, a gar¬ ramantes, to the eutlases of the Sara¬
den, where flowers were arranged so cens and the coats of mail of the
as to form figures, a trellis, with Normans.
arbors, where the fresh air might be The main spit in the kitchen was
enjoyed, and a mall, which provided large enough to hold an ox; the chap¬
amusement for the pages. On the el was as magnificent as a king’s
other side were the kennels, stables, oratory. There was even a Roman
bakery, wine-press, and bams. A bath, in a convenient comer; but the
meadow surrounded the whole, itself good seigneur was not partial to it,
enclosed by a stout fence. considering it to be a heathenish
custom.
There had been peace for so long
that the portcullis was never lowered; * Translated from the French.
554
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 555
Always wrapped in a cloak of ing along the moonbeam, the old man
foxes’ skins, he walked about his do¬ rose slowly into the air and vanished.
main, did justly by his vassals, settled The banqueters’ songs rang out more
the disputes of his neighbors. During loudly. She heard angels’ voices,
the winter he watched the snowflakes and her head rested back upon her
fall, and listened to the reading of pillow, above which hung a martyr’s
histories. But when the first fine bone in a frame of carbuncles.
days came he would ride his mule The following morning the serv¬
along the narrow roads, past the ants, being questioned, declared that
ripening grain, and chat with the they had seen no hermit. Dream or
peasants, to whom he gave advice. reality, it must have been a message
After many adventures he had taken from Heaven; but she was careful to
to wife a maiden of high lineage. say nothing of it, fearing she might
She was very fair, rather serious, be accused of pride.
and disposed to be haughty. The The guests left at dawn, and Ju¬
horns of her cap reached the tops of lian’s father was standing at the gate,
the doors; the train of her dress whither he had escorted the last, when
hung far behind her. She governed suddenly a beggar appeared before
her household by rules, as if it were him in the mist. He was a Bohemian,
a cloister; each morning she allotted with plaited beard, with silver rings
the servants their tasks, overlooked on his arms, and burning eyes. He
the making of preserves and oint¬ mumbled with a half-inspired air
ments, sat at the spinning-wheel, or these rambling words:
embroidered altar-cloths. After she
“Ha! ha! your son! much blood!
had prayed much, God gave her a son.
great glory! always fortunate! an
Then there wrere great rejoicings, emperor’s family!”
and a banquet that lasted three days
And stooping to pick up the alms
and four nights, with illuminations
thrown him, he disappeared in the
and the music of harps. There were
grass.
the rarest of spices to eat, with
The worthy lord looked from right
chickens as large as sheep; by way of
to left and called as loudly as he
entertainment a dwarf came forth
could. But there was no answer! The
from a pie; and when the bowls were
wind blew; the morning mist faded
too few—for the crowd grew greater
away.
and greater—they were compelled to
He ascribed this vision to the wear¬
drink from hunting-horns and hel¬
iness of his brain from having slept
mets.
too little. “If I mention it, they will
The new mother was not present laugh at me, ” he said to himself. But
at these festivities. She stayed in the grandeur that was prophesied for
her bed, resting quietly. One eve¬ his son dazzled him, although the
ning she woke and thought she saw promise was not clear, and he even
beneath a moonbeam that shone in at doubted that he had heard it.
the window something like a moving
shadow. It appeared to be an old
man in a sackcloth coat, with a rosary
T he couple kept their secrets hid¬
den from each other. But both
at his side, a wallet over his shoulder, dearly loved the child; and thinking
and looking like a hermit. Drawing of him as one marked of God, they
near her pillow he said, without un¬ were very careful of his person. His
closing his lips: cradle was lined with the finest down;
“Rejoice, O mother! for thy son a lamp shaped like a dove burned
shall be a saint!” above it always. Three nurses rocked
She was about to cry out; but, glid¬ him night and day, and, lightly
556 WEIRD TALES
the peas at the young birds. When Breton dogs, red, with white spots,
the little creatures would rain down absolutely faithful, strong-chested,
on his shoulders in numbers he could and great howlers.. For attacking the
not help laughing, happy in his mis¬ wild boar, and for dangerous redoub¬
chief. lings, there were forty boar-hounds,
One morning, as he was returning hairy as bears. Mastiffs from Tar¬
across the curtain, he saw on the crest tary, almost as tall as donkeys, flame-
of the rampart a fat pigeon pluming colored, with broad backs and
himself in the sun. Julian stopped to straight legs, were to be used for the
look at him; there was a breach in chase of the wild bull. The black
the wall at that spot, and a piece of coats of the spaniels gleamed like
stone lay ready to his hand. He satin; the yelping of the talbots
raised his arm, and the stone struck equaled the singing of the beagles.
the bird, which fell from the rock In an enclosure by themselves, pull¬
into the moat. ing at their chains, and rolling their
He sprang to the bottom of the eyes, growled eight alan dogs, formid¬
moat, tearing himself in the under¬ able beasts, that leaped at the throats
brush, searching everywhere, more of horsemen, and had no fear of lions.
eager than a young dog. All ate wheaten bread, drank from
stone troughs, and answered to high-
The pigeon, with broken wings, sounding names.
fluttered in the branches of a privet. The falconry, perhaps, surpassed
Its persistence in living irritated the pack; the master, by expending
the child. He set about strangling much money, had obtained tercelets
it; and the bird’s writhings caused from the Caucasus, sakers from Baby¬
his heart to beat fast, filling it with a lon, gerfalcons from Germany, and
savage and overpowering delight. At peregrines, captured oh the cliffs of
the last struggle the boy felt that his distant lands, by the shores of the
senses were leaving him. frozen seas. They lived in a thatch-
That night, during supper, his covered shed, and, chained to the
father declared that at his age he perch in order of height, they had
should learn how to hunt; and he before them a heap of turf on which
went to fetch an old book of manu¬ from time to time they were allowed
script, containing, in the form of to take exercise.
questions and answers, all the art of Purse-nets, hooks, caltrops, and all
th6 hunting-field. In it a teacher ex¬ kinds of snares were got ready.
plained to an imaginary pupil how Often they took into the country
to train dogs, tame falcons, set snares; oysel dogs, who would point almost
how the stag might be recognized by immediately. Then huntsmen, creep¬
his droppings, the fox and wolf by ing forward step by step, cautiously
their footprints; and the proper way stretched over their motionless bodies
to discover their tracks, how to start an enormous net. A word of com¬
them, where their lairs are usually to mand caused the dogs to bark; quail
be found, what winds are the most flew up; and the ladies of the neigh¬
favorable; with a list of the cries and borhood, invited to the sport with
the rules of the quarry. their husbands, children, and servants
When Julian could recite all these —would pounce upon them, and
things by heart, his father gave him easily capture them.
a pack of dogs. At other times, the hares would be
There were twenty-four savage started by the beating of a drum;
greyhounds, swifter than gazelles, foxes fell into ditches; or a spring-
but not to be relied on in the matter trap, being released, would catch a
of temper; then seventeen couples of wolf by the foot.
558 WEIRD TALES
But Julian despised such unsports¬ He killed bears with a knife, bulls
manlike artifices; he preferred to with an ax, boars with a spear; and
hunt, with his horse and his falcon, one time, having nothing but a stick,
far from the crowd. The bird was defended himself against wolves
almost always a large snow-white which were devouring dead bodies at
Scythian tartaret. His leather hood the foot of a gibbet.
was surmounted by a plume, gold
bells quivered on his blue feet, and
he stood ereet on his master’s arm as
One winter momirig, he left home
before dawn, well fitted out, with
they galloped on horseback across the a crossbow over his shoulder and a
fields. Julian, untying his jesses, quiver of arrows at his saddle-bow.
would suddenly let him fly; the bold His Danish jennet, followed by two
creature would rise straight in the air beagles, could be heard evenly gallop¬
like an arrow; and one might see two ing along. Icicles hung from his
dots of unequal size whirl about, come cloak; a strong wind was blowing. In
together, then disappear in the azure one direction the horizon began to
heights. Then the falcon would -de¬ grow light; and in the white glow of
scend, rending some bird, and take the morning he saw some rabbits leap¬
his place on his master’s gauntlet, ing about at the mouths of their war¬
with quivering wings. rens. The two dogs rushed upon
Thus Julian hunted the heron, the them, and in a moment rapidly broke
kite, the crow, and the vulture. their backs.
He loved to sound the hunting- Soon he came to a wood. A heath-
horn, and follow his dogs as they ran cock, benumbed by the cold, was
along the slopes of the hills, leaped hanging, with its head under its wing,
the brooks, and ascended toward the at the end of a branch. Julian, with
woods; and when the stag began to a backward blow of his sword, cut off
groan beneath their teeth, he would its two claws, and went his way with¬
quickly kill him, and then gloat over out stopping to pick it up.
the fury of the mastiffs as they de¬ Three hours later he found himself
voured the pieces. on the peak of a mountain so high
On foggy days, he hid himself in that the sky appeared almost black.
the marshes, to watch for geese, ot¬ Right in front of him a cliff sloped
ters, and wild duck. down like a long wall, overhanging
Three equerries awaited him at an abyss; and on the extreme edge
daybreak at the foot of the steps; and two wild deer were standing. As he
the old monk, leaning from his round had not his arrows (for his horse had
window, would try in vain to call him remained behind), he determined tc
back; Julian would not return. He climb down to them; with bare feet
cared not for the burning sun, and doubled-up back, he at last
the rain, or the tempest; he drank reached the first of the bucks, and
spring-water from his hand, ate wild buried a dagger in his side. The other
berries as he rode, rested beneath an animal, terror-stricken, leaped into
oak if he were fatigued, and returned the abyss.. Julian, rushing forward
in the middle of the night, covered to strike him, slipped, falling upon
with blood and mire, with thorns in the body of the first one, his face over
his hair, and reeking of the odor of the precipiee and his arms stretched
wild beasts. He was becoming like out.
them. When his mother embraced Having descended again into the
him, he received her affection coldly, plain, he followed a river bordered by
seeming to muse upon profound willows. Cranes flying low passed
things. over his head from time to time. Ju-
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 559
lian killed them with his whip, and together. They huddled in a mass;
never missed one. plaintive voices arose, and there was
Meanwhile the frost had melted, great agitation in the herd.
bands of vapor were floating: in the The slope of the valley was too
air, and the sun appeared. Gleaming steep for them to cross. They rah
in the distance he saw a stagnant about in the enclosure, trying to es¬
lake, which looked like lead. In the cape. Julian continued aiming and
middle of the lake was a beast which firing; and the arrows fell as fast as
Julian did not recognize, a beaver the drops of a shower of rain. The
with a blaek muzzle. Despite the dis¬ stags, driven frantic, fought with one
tance, an arrow brought him down; another; and their bodies with their
and Julian was disappointed because mingling antlers made a huge mound,
he could not earry away the skin. which tumbled to pieces as they
Then he made his way along an changed their position.
avenue of tall trees, whose tops At last they were all dead,
formed a sort of triumphal arch, at stretched on the sand, foaming at the
the entrance to a forest. A kid nostrils, entrails protruding, and the
bounded out of the thicket, a deer ap¬ heaving of their bellies subsiding by
peared at a cross-road, a badger came degrees. Then everything was still.
out of his hole, a peacock spread his Night drew near; and behind the
tail on the grass; and when he had forest, through the spaces between
slain them all, other kids appeared, the branches, the sky was as red as a
Other deer, other badgers, other pea¬ sheet of blood.
cocks, and blackbirds, jays, polecats, Julian leaned against a tree. »He
porcupines, lynxes, an endless multi¬ gazed with staring eyes at the extent
tude of beasts, increasing in number of the slaughter, unable to understand
every moment. They walked about how he had been able to accomplish it.
his feet, trembling, with glances full On the other side of the valley, at
of meekness and appeal. But Julian the edge of the forest, stood a stag, a
did not weary of killing—as he doe, and her fawn.
stretched his crossbow, unsheathed The stag,' which was blaek and un¬
his sword, thrust with his cntlas, eaeh usually tall, bore sixteen antlers and
in turn—he had no thought for any¬ had a white beard. The doe, as light
thing else. He knew he had been of color as dead leaves, was nibbling
hunting in some region or other, for the grass; and the spotted fawn, drag¬
an indefinite time, simply by reason ging along beside her, tugged at her
of his own existence, doing every¬ teats.
thing with the ease that one experi¬ Once more the crossbow twanged.
ences in a dream. Suddenly an ex¬ The fawn dropped instantly. There¬
traordinary spectacle attracted his at¬ upon its mother, looking up at file
tention. Stags filled a valley beneath, sky, brayed in a deep, heartrending,
which was shaped like a circus; they almost human voice. Julian, exasper¬
crowded together, close to one an¬ ated, stretched her on the ground
other, warming one another with with an arrow sunk fair in the chest.
their breaths, which rose like smoke The huge stag caught sight of him,
in the mist. and gave a leap. Julian discharged
The anticipation of such carnage his last arrow at him; it struck him
suffocated him with joy for several in the forehead and remained planted
minutes. Then he dismounted, there.
turned back his sleeves, and began to The great stag seemed not to feel
fire. At the whistling of the first ar¬ it; leaping over the dead bodies, he
row, all the* stags turned their heads came steadily forward, seemed about
WEIRD TALES
to leap upon him and rip him open; His father, thinking to please him,
and Julian retreated in terror. The made him a present of a long Saracen
monstrous beast stopped, and with sword. It was hung on the top of a
flaming eyes, as solemn as a patriarch pillar, in a tall stand of arms. To
and a judge, repeated three times, reach it, a ladder was necessary. One
while a bell tolled in the distance: day Julian mounted it, but the sword
“Accursed! accursed! accursed! was too heavy and slipped from his
Some day, savage soul, thou shalt fingers, and in falling, grazed his
murder thy father and thy mother! ’ ’ father and cut his coat; Julian, think¬
Bending his knees, and slowly ing he had killed his father, fainted.
dosing his eyes, he died. From that time he had a dread of
weapons. The sight of a bare sword
J ulian was dazed, then over¬
whelmed by sudden weariness. A
made him turn pale, and this weak¬
ness was a source of great distress to
feeling of immense disgust and sad¬ his family.
ness swept over him. With his head At last the old monk, in the name
in his hands he wept for a long time. of God, of honor, and of his ances¬
His horse had wandered away ; his tors, ordered him to resume the sports
dogs had abandoned him; the solitude of a gentleman.
which enveloped him seemed to The equerries amused themselves
threaten unknown perils. Impelled every day with the javelins. Julian
by terror, he bent his steps across the very soon excelled at that sport. He
country, chose a path at random, and sent his javelin into the necks of bot¬
found himself almost immediately at tles, broke the teeth of the weather¬
the gate of the castle. cocks, struck the nails in the doors at
That night he could not sleep. Be¬ a hundred paces.
neath the flickering light of the hang¬ One summer evening, at the hour
ing lamps, he saw always a vision of when dusk makes things indistinct,
the great black stag. Its prophecy he was in the arbor in the garden,
haunted him; he struggled against it. and fancied he spied at the far end
“No! no! no! I can not kill them!” two white wings fluttering at the top
Then he thought: “But if I should of the espalier. Never doubting but
desire to?” and he feared that the that it must be a stork, he hurled his
devil might implant the desire within javelin.
him. A heartrending scream rang out.
It was his mother, whose cap with
For three months, his anxious its long streamers the javelin had
mother prayed at his bedside in nailed against the wall.
agony, and his father, groaning bit¬ Julian fled from the castle and
terly, paced the corridor from morn¬ never returned there again.
ing till night. He summoned the
most famous physicians, who ordered 2
quantities of medicine. Julian’s dis¬
ease, they said, was caused by a bale¬
ful wind or a desire for love. But
He cast his lot in with a band of
adventurers who happened to be
the young man, to all their questions, passing.
only shook his head. He experienced what it was to suf¬
After a while his strength returned, fer thirst, hunger, illness, and ver¬
and he was able to walk in the court¬ min. He became used to the noise of
yard, the old monk and his father battle, and to the sight of the dying.
each holding an arm. The wind bronzed his skin. His
When he was fully recovered, he limbs became hardened |?y the con¬
refused to hunt. stant wearing of armor; and, as he
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 561
was strong, fearless, temperate, and was so much fog that one seemed to
shrewd, he soon obtained the com¬ be surrounded by phantoms.
mand of a company. Republics in trouble sought his ad¬
At the outset of a battle he would vice. At interviews of ambassadors
inspire his soldiers with a mighty he obtained unhoped-for concessions.
wave of his sword. "With a knotted If a monarch behaved unreasonably,
cord he would climb the walls of cita¬ he would suddenly arrive and re¬
dels at night, swayed by the storm, prove him. He set nations free. He
while sparks of Greek fire clung to rescued queens confined in towers. It
his cuirass, and the boiling pitch and was he, and no- other, who killed the
melted lead flowed in streams from serpent of Milan and the dragon of
Oberbirbach.
the battlements. Sometimes a blow
from a stone would break his shield. Now, the Emperor of Occitania,
Bridges too heavily weighted with having triumphed over the Spanish
men gave way beneath him. With a Mussulmans, had taken as his concu¬
bine the sister of the Calif of Cor¬
twirl of his mace he rid himself of
dova; and he had by her a daughter
fourteen horsemen. Once in single
whom he had brought up in the Chris¬
combat he defied all those who came
tian belief. But the ealif, on the pre¬
forward. More than twenty times it
tense of desiring to be converted,
was thought he must be killed.
came to pay him a visit, attended by
Thanks to the divine eare, however, a numerous escort; he massacred all
he always escaped; for he was kind to his garrison, and confined him in an
orphans, widows, and particularly to underground dungeon, where he
old men. When he saw one walking treated him harshly in order that he
before him, he would call to him to might obtain his treasures from him.
show his face, as if he were afraid of Julian hastened to his relief, be¬
killing him by mistake. sieged the city, killed the calif, out
Fleeing slaves, rebellious peasants, off his head, and hurled it like a ean-
all sorts of dauntless men assembled nonball over the fortifications. He
beneath his flag, and out of these he then rescued tie emperor from
organized an army which increased prison, and restored him to his
in size and became so famous that his throne in the presence of his whole
aid was often sought. court.
At different times he succored the The emperor, wishing to reward
Dauphin of France and the King of such a service, offered him mueh
England, the Templars of Jerusalem, money in baskets. Julian would not
the Surena of the Parthians, the Ne¬ accept it. Thinking that he was not
gus of Abyssinia, and the Emperor satisfied with the amount, he offered
of Calient. He fought Scandinavians him three-fourths of his wealth; after
covered with fish scales, negroes a second refusal, he asked him to
armed with round shields of hippo¬ share his kingdom ; Julian declined
potamus-hide and mounted upon with thanks. The emperor was weep¬
little donkeys, gold-colored Indians, ing with vexation, at a loss how to
who brandished above their heads manifest his gratitude, when sud¬
shining sabers. He conquered the trog¬ denly he struck his forehead and said
lodytes and the anthropophagi. He a word in the ear of a courtier; the
traversed regions so hot that the eurtains of tapestry parted, and in a
burning rays of the sun set fire to the few moments a maiden entered.
hair; and other countries so cold that Her great blaek eyes gleamed like
the arms fell away from the body; soft lamps. A charming smile was on
and yet other countries where there her lips. The curls of her hair were
562 WEIRD TALES
entangled in the jewels of her partly lie hidden amid the reeds on the
open bodice; and beneath her trans¬ watch for leopards, to pass through
parent tunic could be partly seen the forests filled with rhinoceroses, to
youthful beauty of her body. She climb to the peaks of the most inac¬
was plump and small, with a slender cessible mountains in order to obtain
waist. a better aim at the eagles, and to fight
Julian was dazzled with her beauty, the polar bears, on the ice-floes of the
especially as he had alwrays led a northern sea.
chaste life. Sometimes in dreams he fancied
So he took the emperor’s daughter himself like Adam in the midst of
in marriage, receiving a castle which Paradise, surrounded by all kinds of
had been bequeathed to her by her animals; by merely stretching out his
mother; and the wedding festivities arms he could kill them; or else they
being at an end, he left with his bride, passed before him, two by two, in or¬
after many courtesies on both sides. der of size, from the elephants and
The castle was of white marble, lions to the ermines and wild ducks,
built in the Moorish fashion, and sit¬ as on the day when they entered
uated on a promontory, in a forest of Noah’s Ark. From the darkness of the
orange trees. Terraces of flowers de¬ cavern he hurled unerring arrows at
scended to the shores of a bay, where them; then others appeared; there
pink shells crackled under the feet. was no end; and he would awake,
Behind the castle stretched a forest glaring savagely about him.
shaped like a fan. The sky was al¬ Princes who were his friends in¬
ways blue, and the trees wrere swayed vited him to hunt. He always re¬
by the sea-breeze and the wind blow¬ fused, hoping, by that sort of pen¬
ing in from the mountains which ance, to avert his evil fate; for it
closed the horizon in the distance. seemed to him that upon the slaugh¬
The rooms were lighted as if by ter of animals the fate of his parents
twilight through incrustations on the depended. But he suffered at not
walls. Tall pillars, slender as reeds, being able to see them, and his other
upheld the arches of the cupolas, dec¬ longing became almost unendurable.
orated with reliefs in imitation of the His wife, to divert him, sent for
stalactites in caverns. jugglers and dancing girls to come to
the castle.
There were fountains in the rooms,
mosaic pavements in the courtyard, She traveled with him, in an open
festooned partitions, many dainty litter, through the country; at other
bits of architecture, and everywhere times, reclining in a shallop, they
there was such absolute silence that watched the fishes gambol about in
the rustling of a scarf or the echo of the water, which was as transparent
a sigh could be distinctly heard. as the air; often she threw flowers in
his face; seated at his feet, she would
J ulian no longer went to war. He
rested, surrounded by a peaceful
play upon a mandolin with three
strings; then, placing her clasped
people; and each day his people hands upon his shoulder, would in¬
passed before him with genuflexions quire in a trembling voice: “What
and hand-kissings in the Eastern aileth thee, my dear lord?”
fashion. He would make no reply, or would
Clad in gorgeous raiment, he would burst into sobs; but at last, one day,
gaze out of a window, recalling his he confessed his terrible fear.
triumphs of former days; and he She combated it, reasoning very
would have been glad to ride over the forcibly: his father and mother were
desert after gazelles and ostriches, to probably dead, or if ever he should
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 563
see them again, by what chance, to bed, called a page, and had food set
what purpose, would he perpetrate before them.
such an abomination? Therefore, his Although they were very hungry,
fear was causeless, and he ought to they could scarcely eat; and she fur¬
hunt again. tively watched the trembling of their
Julian smiled as he listened to her, bony hands as they raised their
but could not determine to gratify goblets.
her wish. They asked a hundred questions
O ne evening in the month of Au¬
about Julian. She answered them
all, but was careful to say nothing
gust, they were in their sleeping- about the ghastly idea that concerned
apartment; she had retired and he them.
was kneeling in prayer, when he They told her how, when he failed
heard the yelping of a fox, then foot¬ to return home, they had left their
steps under the window; looking out castle; wandering about for several
he thought he saw in the darkness 'years, following vague clues, without
what seemed to be the ghosts of ani¬ losing hope. It had required so much
mals. The temptation was too strong. money to pay toll, to cross the rivers,
He took down his quiver. and to live in inns, so much for the
His wife expressed surprize. privileges of princes and the exac¬
“I do it to obey thee,” he said; “at tions of thieves, that their purse was
sunrise I shall return.” empty and they were forced to beg.
However, she dreaded some misad¬ But what did it matter, since they
venture. wuuld soon embrace their son? They
He reassured her, then went forth, extolled his good fortune in having
wondering at the inconstancy of her so sweet a wife, and did not tire of
moods. gazing upon her and kissing her.
Not long after his departure, a page The gorgeousness of the apartment
appeared and announced that two surprized them greatly; and the old
strangers requested to see her lady¬ man, having examined the walls,
ship at once, their lord being absent. asked why the arms of the Emperor
Soon an old man and an old woman of Occitania hung there.
entered the room, with bent figures, She replied: “ He is my father. ’ ’
covered with dust, clad in coarse gar¬ Thereupon he started, recalling the
ments, and each leaning on a stick. prediction of the Bohemian, while the
Taking courage, they declared that old woman thought of the words of
they brought Julian news of his the hermit. Doubtless the glory of
parents. her son was but the dawn of eternal
splendor; and both sat, open-
She leaned from her bed to hear mouthed, beneath the radiance of the
them. But after glancing at each candles which lighted the table.
other, they asked her if he still loved They had both been very handsome
them, and if he often spoke of them. in their youth. The mother still had
“Oh! yes!” she said. all her hair, which surrounded her
Then they cried: “Well! We are cheeks in smooth bands of snowy
his parents!” And they sat down, whiteness; and the father, with his
being wearied and fatigued. tall figure and his long beard, re¬
But there was nothing to prove to sembled a carved image.
the lady that her husband was 'their The wife urged them not to wait
son. They convinced her by describ¬ up for Julian. She herself placed
ing certain peculiar marks which he them in her own bed, then closed the
bad on his body. She jumped out of window. They fell asleep. The day-
564 WEIRD TALES
light appeared dimly, and outside the and smelt of him, grinning so that
window the little birds began to sing. they showed their gums. He pulled
out his sword, but they darted away
I n the meantime Julian had crossed at once in all directions, disappearing
the park, and was striding with their rapid, limping gallop, be¬
through the forest with a nervous neath a cloud of dust.
step, enjoying the elasticity of the An hour later he encountered in a
turf and the softness of the air. ravine a savage bull. With lowered
The shadows of the trees fell across horns, he was digging up the sand
the grass. Here and there the moon¬ with his hoofs. Julian struck him
light made white patches in the clear¬ with his lance between his dewlaps.
ing, and he feared to go forward, The lance broke as if the animal had
thinking that he saw a sheet of water, been of bronze; he closed his eyes,
or else the placid surface of the ponds expecting death. When he opened
blended with the color of the grass. them the bull had disappeared.
Everywhere a profound gilence Thereupon he was overcome with
reigned; none of the beasts were vis¬ shame. A mightier power controlled
ible which a few minutes before had his strength; and he turned back into
been prowling about the castle. the forest, and set out for home. The
The forest grew more dense as he woods were choked by creeping
advanced, and the darkness became plants; and he was cutting at them
impenetrable. Puffs of hot wind with his sword, when a marten sud¬
reached him, full of enervating odors. denly darted between his legs, a pan¬
He buried his feet in the dead leaves, ther leaped over his shoulder, a ser¬
and leaned against an oak to rest a pent wound its way around an ash
moment. tree. Among its branches was a mon¬
Suddenly, from behind his back, strous jackdaw that stared at Julian;
sprang a blacker mass, a wild boar. and here and there appeared a vast
Julian had not time to seize his bow, number of great sparks, as if the
and he grieved over it as a dire ca¬ firmament had caused all its stars to
lamity. rain down into the forest. They were
Then, having left the forest, he saw the eyes of animals: wildcats, squir¬
a wolf slinking along a hedge. rels, owls, parrots, and monkeys.
Julian discharged an arrow at him. Julian discharged his arrows at
The wolf stopped, turned his head to them; but the, feathered weapons
look at him, and went on. He trotted rested on the leaves like white but¬
along, keeping always at the same dis¬ terflies. Then he threw stones at
tance, stopping from time to time, them, but they fell to the ground
and, as soon as he was aimed at, con¬ without touching anything. He
tinuing his flight. cursed, uttered imprecations, was suf¬
In this way he crossed an intermi¬ focated with rage and tried to injure
nable plain, then hills of sand, and himself.
found himself at last upon a plateau Then all the animals that he had
overlooking a vast extent of country. hunted reappeared, enclosing him
Flat stones were scattered about within a narrow circle. Some were
among ruined caverns. He stum¬ seated on their haunches, others
bled over dead men’s bones; and here standing at their full height. He re¬
and there, worm-eaten crosses stood mained in the midst of them, rigid
desolate. Strange shapes moved with terror, unable to move. With a
about in the vague shadow of the supreme effort of will, he stepped for¬
tombs; hyenas appeared, wild-eyed ward; those which were perching in
and panting. They came toward him, the trees opened their wings; those on
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 565
the ground moved their limbs; and carnage seized him once more; lack¬
all went with him. ing beasts, he desired to slaughter
The hyenas walked ahead of him, men.
the wolf and the wild boar behind. He climbed the three terraces, and
The bull tossed his head at his right, burst open the door with a blow of
and at his left the serpent glided his fist; but at the foot of the stair¬
through the grass; while the panther, case the memory of his dear wife
arching his back, strode forward with softened his heart. She was sleeping,
long, velvety strides. Julian walked no doubt, and he would go up and
as slowly as possible in order not to ‘surprize her.
irritate them; while emerging from Having removed his sandals, he
the dense forest he saw porcupines, turned the handle softly and entered/
foxes, jackals, bears, and vipers.
The stained glass of the window
He began to run; they ran with dimmed the pale light of dawn. Ju¬
him. The serpent hissed, the putrid lian stumbled over clothes upon the
beasts foamed at the mouth. The floor; a little farther on, he collided
wild boar touched his heels with his with a table on which were dishes.
tusks; the wolf rubbed his snout
‘ ‘ Doubtless she has eaten, ’ ’ he said
against the palm of his hands. The
to himself; and he walked toward the
monkeys pinched him, making hor¬
bed, which was indistinct in the dark¬
rible grimaces; the marten rolled
ness at the end of the room. When
across his feet. A bear struck off his
he reached it, intending to kiss his
hat with a blow of his paw, and the
wife, he leaned over the pillow upon
panther scornfully dropped an ar¬
which lay the two heads, one beside
row that she was carrying in her
the other. Then he felt against his
mouth.
lips the toueh of a man’s beard.
Their sly maneuvers were instinct He retreated, thinking that he had
with irony. While watching him gone mad; but he returned to the bed,
from the corners of their eyes, they and with his fingers, feeling about,
seemed to be planning a scheme of came in contact with hair which was
vengeance; and deafened as he was very long. To convince himself of
by the buzzing of the insects, beaten his mistake he slowly passed his hand
by the tails of the birds, suffocated over the pillow. But now he was sure
by the breaths of the animals, he it was a beard, and a man! A man
walked on with outstretched arms and in bed beside his wife!
closed eyes, like a blind man, not hav- With an outburst of ungovernable
'ing even the strength to cry for fury, he leaped upon them with his
mercy. dagger, stamping and fuming, roar¬
The crowing of a cock penetrated ing like a wild beast. Then he ceased.
the air. Others answered; it was day¬ The dead, pierced to the heart, had
break; and he recognized above the not even stirred. He listened atten¬
orange trees the roof of his home. tively to the two almost uniform
Then, on the outskirts of a field, he death-rattles, and as they grew faint¬
saw some red partridges fluttering er and fainter, another breath, in the
amid the stubble. He unbuckled his distance, seemed to continue them.
cloak and threw it over them like -a Indistinct at first, that plaintive,
net. When he raised it, he found but long-drawn voice approached nearer,
a single bird, and that had been dead grew louder, became heartrending,
a long while and was already decayed. and, terrified beyond measure, he rec¬
This disappointment e? asperated ognized the braying o ’ the great black
him beyond control. His thirst for stag.
566 WEIRD TALES
As he turned, he fancied that he gave to her his palace, his vassals, all
saw in the doorway the ghost of his his property, not even retaining the
wife, with a light in her hand. clothes that he was wearing, and his
The tumult of the murder had sandals, which she would find at the
awakened her. With one glance she top of the stairs.
realized everything, and, flying from She had obeyed the will of God by
the room in horror, dropped her making his crime possible, and there¬
torch. fore it was her duty to pray for his
He picked it up. soul, since thenceforth he ceased to
His father and mother were before exist.
»him, stretched on their backs, each The old people were buried mag¬
having a gaping wound in the nificently in the chapel of a monas¬
breast; and their faces, majestic in tery three days’ journey from the
their gentleness, seemed to guard castle. A monk with lowered hood
some eternal secret.. Splashes and followed the procession, far from all
pools of blood were on their white the rest, and no one dared to speak
flesh, on the bedclothes, on the floor to him.
and on an ivory Christ hanging in the During the mass, he lay prostrate
alcove. The scarlet reflection of the in the center of the doorway, with his
stained glass, just then lit up by the arms stretched out ljke a crucifix, and
sun, showed up those red spots and his face in the dust.
scattered others throughout the room. After the burial, he was seen to
Julian walked toward the corpses, take the road leading to the moun¬
saying to himself, striving to believe, tains. He turned his head to look
that it was not possible, that he was back several times, and at last dis¬
mistaken, that one sometimes finds in¬ appeared.
comprehensible resemblances. Finally 3
he stooped to look at the old man
more closely, and he saw between his Leaving the country, he begged his
partly closed eyelids a dead eye, daily bread from place to place.
which scorched him like fire. Then He held forth his hand to horse¬
he went to the other side of the bed, men on the roads, humbly accosted
to the other body, whose white hair the harvest-makers, or stood motion¬
partly concealed the face. Julian less by the gates of courtyards; and
passed his fingers under the hair, his face was so sad that no one ever
raised the head, and gazed at it, hold¬ refused him alms.
ing it at the end of his stiffened arm, As a penance, he would tell his
while with the other hand he raised story to all; then they would fly from
the torch. Drops of blood, soaking him, making the sign of the cross. In
through the mattress, fell one by one villages through which he had once
to the floor. passed, as soon as he was recognized,
At the close of the day he appeared the people closed their doors,
before his wife, and in a changed shrieked threats at him, and threw
voice he bade her, first of all, not to stones. The more charitable placed a
answer him, not to approach him, nor bowl on the window-sill, then closed
even to look at him, and to follow, un¬ the shutters in order that they might
der pain of damnation, all his orders, not see him.
which were irrevocable. Shunned everywhere, he avoided
The obsequi is were to be carried mankind; and fed himself on roots,
out in accordance with the instruc¬ plants, tainted fruit, and shell-fish,
tions which he had left in writing, on which he found along the shore.
a prie-dietf in the death-chamber. He Sometimes at an angle of the coast
THE LEGEND OF ST. JULIAN 567
for his labor; some gave him scraps It came from the opposite shore,
of food which they took from their which seemed to him most strange, in
wallets, or worn-out clothes which view of the breadth of the river.
they no longer wanted. Brutal men
A third time came the call: “Ju¬
cursed him. Julian gently reproved
lian ! ’ ’ And that loud voice sounded
them and they retorted with insults.
like the ring of a church bell.
He contented himself by blessing
them. Having lighted his lantern, he came
out of the hut. A fierce teinpest
A small table, a stool, a bed of
dead leaves, and three clay cups con¬ raged. The darkness was profound,
stituted his furniture. Two holes in here and there broken by the foamy
the wall served the purpose of win¬ tops of the surging waves.
dows. On one side arid plains After a moment’s hesitation* Julian
stretched as far as the eye could see, cast off the cable. Instantly the water
with stagnant ponds here and there; became smooth, the boat glided across
and before his door rolled the green¬ and reached the other bank, where a
ish waves of the river. In the spring man was waiting.
the damp earth gave forth an odor of
He was wrapped in a tattered
corruption. Then a violent wind
cloak, his faee was like a mask of plas¬
would raise eddies of dust, which en¬
ter, and his eyes gleamed redder than
tered everywhere, muddied the water,
coals. When he raised the lantern to
made the mouth gritty. A little later
there were clouds of mosquitoes, his face, Julian saw that it was cov¬
whose buzzing and stinging continued ered with a hideous leprosy; and yet
day and night. Then came bitter there was in his attitude a kingly
frosts, which gave to everything the majesty.
rigidity of stone, and aroused a fran¬ When he entered the boat, it sank
tic craving for meat. deep into the water, borne down by
During months Julian did not see his weight; a wave brought it to the
a living soul. Often he closed his surface again and Julian began to
eyes, trying to recall his youthful row.
days; and the courtyard of a castle At every stroke of the oars, the surf
would appear to him, with grey¬ raised the bow. The water, blacker
hounds on the porch, footmen in the than ink, raced madly on both sides.
armory, and beneath an arbor of It dug abysses, it reared mountains,
vines, a fair-haired youth between an and the frail bark rose upon them,
old man wrapped in furs and a lady then plunged down into the depths,
with a huge cap; then of a sudden, the where it whirled about, tossed to and
two corpses would appear before him. fro by the tempest.
He would throw himself face down¬
Julian bent his body, stretched his
ward on his bed, and exclaim, weep¬
arms, and, bracing himself with his
ing : “ Oh! my poor father! my poor
feet, threw himself back with a sud¬
mother!” And he would fall into a
den wrench of his frame, in order to
comatose state, in which the fearful
gain greater strength. The hail stung
visions continued.
his hands, the rain poured down his
back, the fierce gusts of wind took his
O ne night, when he was asleep, he breath away. He stopped, and im¬
thought he heard someone call mediately the boat was carried to lee¬
him. He listened intently and could ward. But realizing that he had in
hear only the moaning of the waves. hand a matter of importance, an or¬
Presently the same voice repeated: der which must be obeyed, he bent Iq
“Julian!” his oars once more, and the rattling
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of the thole-pins mingled with the The leper groaned, the corners of
howling of the tempest. his mouth drooped and disclosed his
The little lantern burned before teeth; his breast rose and fell with
him. At intervals birds flying by the quickening of his rattling breath,
concealed it. .But he could always and his belly sank to his spine with
see the eyes of the leper, who stood at every breath that he drew.
the stern, motionless as a statue. Presently he closed his eyes.
And the journey lasted a long, “My bones are like ice! Come
long time. and lay thyself beside me!”
When they entered the hut, Julian And Julian, raising the Sail,, lay
closed the door, and the man fell on down upon the dead leaves, close be¬
the stool. The sort of shroud side him.
which had covered him fell to his
The leper turned his head.
hips; and his shoulders, his breast,
“Undress thyself, so that I may
his thin arms, were covered by a
have the warmth of thy body!”
multitude of scaly pustules. Im¬
Julian removed his clothes; then,
mense wrinkles plowed his fore¬
as naked as the day he was born, he
head. Like- a skeleton, he had a hole
took his place again in the bed; and
in the place of his nose, and his bluish
he felt against his flesh the skin of
lips gave forth a breath as thick as
the leper, colder than a serpent and
mist, and nauseating.
rough as a file.
“I am hungry!” he said. He tried to hearten him; and the
Julian gave him all that he had, an other replied, panting for breath:
old piece of pork and a crust of blaek “Ah! I am dying! Come nearer, and
bread. warm me! Not with thy hands! no!
After he had devoured these, the with thy whole body!”
table, the plate, and the knife-hilt Julian stretched himself upon the
bore the same marks that covered his leper, mouth to mouth, breast to
body. breast..
Then he said: “lam thirsty! * * Then the leper drew him close, and
his eyes suddenly shone with the bril¬
Julian went to fetch his pitcher,
liancy of stars; his hair grew long
and as he took it up, there came from
like the rays of the sun; the breath'
it an aroma which delighted his heart
of his nostrils was as the perfume of
and filled his nostrils. It was wine!
roses; a cloud of incense rose from
What a find! But the leper put out
the hearth, and the waves of the river
his hand, and emptied the pitcher at
sang. Meanwhile, an ecstasy, a su¬
a draft.
perhuman joy descended like a flood
Then he said: “I am cold!”
into the soul of the enraptured Ju¬
Julian, with his candle, lighted a lian; and he whose arms were about
bunch of dried heather in the middle him grew and grew in stature, until
of the cabin. his head and his feet touched the op¬
The leper drew near to warm him¬ posite walls of the cabin. The roof
self ; and cowering before it, he trem¬ disappeared, making visible the
bled in every limb, and sank to the heavens; and Julian ascended toward
floor; his eyes no longer gleamed, his the blue expanse, face to face with
ulcers began to burst, and in an al¬ our Lord Jesus, who bore him upward
most inaudible voice, he murmured: to Heaven.
“Thy bed!” This is the story of Saint Julian
Julian gently helped him over to the Hospitable, as it may be found
it, and stretched the sail of his boat written on the stained-glass windows
to cover him. of a church in my birthplace.
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