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“A T LAST Weird Tales is coming out with a real serial!” writes W. L.
Mason, Jr., of St. Louis.. “Kline’s The Bride of Osiris looks as if it
is going to be a whopper.”
“My compliments to Otis Adelbert Kline,” writes Seabury Quinn. “The
Bride of Osiris rings the bell, and no mistake. There is a little of everything
whieh goes to make up a good mystery-thriller in this tale, and a mighty good
underlying plot as well. ’ ’
It is such letters as these that encourage us to continue printing serials,
together with the tremendous popularity achieved by some of the recent ones:
Across Space, Drome, The Star-Shell, Explorers Into Infinity and The Dark
Chrysalis. Some of our readers do not like serials, and they let us know in
no uncertain terms what they think of us for making them wait a month to
get the second part of a story which they have begun under the im¬
pression that the story was complete in one issue. We must consider their
likes and dislikes as well, and for that reason the magazine is made up almost
entirely of stories and novelettes that are complete in a single issue. But
those of you who like serials, who love, the thrill of anticipation that comas; of
waiting for the author to solve a dramatic situation in the next number, you
will find one corking good weird serial in eaeh issue of Weird Tapes, care¬
fully selected to pack as many shivers and thrills as possible into the three
or four installments of the story.
We recently had the inestimable privilege of accompanying E. Hoffmann
Price on a shopping tour for Oriental rugs. This indefatigable Orientalist is
a privileged customer in the rug emporiums, and as he tore down stack after
stack of rare fabrics, explained the various knots to us, showed us how to tell
an antique from a modern, rhapsodized on the design of a Bokhara, and went
into detail over the ornate artistry of a rare old Persian rug, he got us so
interested that we suggested that he write a weird tale dealing with his
hobby. The suggestion struck fire, and Saladin’s. Throne-Rug, in this issue,
is the result. Though the story takes place in Chicago* it is not of Chicago,
(Continued on page 438)
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A S AN occultist of some thirty suffering has been experienced.
years ’ standing, it has been my Thereafter, whoso has sinned may
i. JL lot to listen to some strange build Sin’s opposite of Good until the
stories and tales, for I have been last scars of Evil are erased from the
called upon to hear confidences, some sight of men and angels, and the soul
of which were horrifying in the ex¬ once again shines stainless. . .
treme—things which almost appalled Repeatedly I have emphasized this
me, but never quite, for two reasons. to those poor, sick souls who have
One is that mice I myself passed crept to me, sobbing out their griefs,
through an experience so frightful fear-stricken, all hope vanished, yet
that nothing happening thereafter desirous of relieving their sadly over¬
has ever availed to wholly upset my burdened minds by “talking it over”
equanimity. And the other and more with one who could at least sympa¬
important reason is simply this: thize because he could understand,
The Great Law is just! Equal and and who, they knew, would not
opposite vibrations cancel each other. shrink from them, poor spiritual
Sin as deeply as one may, still re¬ outlaws though they might be.
demption is possible, nay, certain, So, to me has been granted a privi¬
after the equivalent proportion of lege that has brought tears of humil-
441
442 WEIRD TALES
while it was descriptive of her, never I knew, too, that very soon only I
by any chance would it apply to me. would ever know. . .
All that was good and holy she was, I’d heard the servant maids talk¬
and I, filled with the seeds of all that ing. There was an old gipsy woman,
was bad—unsprouted, then, it is true; too old to ti'avel longer with the cara¬
but soon, all too soon, to crack open vans. Her sons had purchased for
and rear a writhing crop of clinging her a tiny plot of ground and a small
hell-weeds that eventually well-nigh cottage near where Lost River enters
strangled my immortal soul. Deadman’s Swamp. The maids had
One loved her, and she adored him whispered of love-philters, charms,
as only a pure and good girl can spells. . . One said: “She will only
adore the man of her choice. And I see those who love when the moon
adored him too, or thought I did, shines . . . those who hate when the
from the first moment I set my eyes dark o’ the moon prevails.”
on him. I had been prepared to ig¬ That old gipsy was a disappoint¬
nore “her Edwin.” She had en¬ ment to me. She heard me out, pa¬
thused too much about him. “What tiently. But she shook her head. Nor
a good man-” until I was nau¬ could a proffered bribe of a thousand
seated at sound of his name. Once, dollars move her to change her deter¬
in a tantrum, I snapped: mination.
“The sooner you two fools are “You do not belong in my circle,”
married, the better for all concerned! she said. ‘ ‘ Nor does any that touches
After the honeymoon, when full mine touch yours. I may not, dare
acquaintance is established, perhaps not help you. Yours is a strange
we’ll get a vacation from ‘Edwin’ fate. You must work out your own
and his multifarious perfections. magic wickedness or leave it alone.
He’s just plain man like all the rest; Yet if you desist from your purposes
and if you want my candid opinion, you will die from the hate-poisons in
he’s very much a ‘he-sissy’!” your blood. You had best go home
Even yet I can see the hurt look and pray, then lie down and die.
she bestowed tipon me. But all she Otherwise, great evil will you wreak,
said was: “Wait, sister, until you’ve although never on earth shall you be
seen him. You’ll love him, too.” punished therefor.”
In disgust, I left her presence,
I did—but not in the way she, in
wordlessly.
her innocence, meant!
But all that night one sentence ran
There came a time when, during through my mind, excluding all else:
an interview which I deliberately “You must work your own magic
schemed to bring about, I sought to wickedness or leave it alone.”
turn his allegiance from her shrine An ignorant, illiterate, uncivil old
to myself. And in terse, scathing gipsy! There must be a higher,
phrases, he let me see, plainly, what stronger magic. I wrote to dealers in
a really honorable man thought of antique books. They mailed me lists
me and my attempt! such as they compile for collectors.
Humiliation, followed by a cold, So, I gained insight into ancient arts;
deadly rage, suffused my entire such lore as it were well for all the
being. Without further words I world had it never been known!
-’^alked away from him.. Nobody, ob¬ Two photographs I took to a
serving us as we met at breakfast sculptor of my acquaintance. In ex¬
ne?t morning, would have suspected change for a smile and a few low-
that aught untoward had ever passed spoken words, meaning less than
between us. Only he and I knew, and nothing to me, but which went to his
444 WEIRD TALES
head like a powerful wine, the poor, at that spot where is the wick fash¬
infatuated fool made me two figur¬ ioned from the thrums of the Lapis
ines from a white clay. And the like¬ Asbestus. And if all be well and
nesses, though small, were very per¬ duly prepared, ye shall behold a
fect. I’d assured him they -were in¬ marvel indeed.
tended as a wedding jest, and he “Yet observe the color of the flame
believed me. What did he know of the Lamp gives out, for it will be
the Dark Lore? He considered him¬ the eolor of the soul of whoso made
self overpaid when I allowed him to that Lamp. And should the flame be
kiss my hand as I left his studio. silvery, know that high spirits love
The terrible methods I employed in and guard ye. Shall it burn blue like
utilizing those figurines are best un¬ the vault of heaven, then stedfast
related. None shall ever learn of that shall ye stand against all evil, sin, or
frightful sorcery from me, directly or shame. If it be of golden hue, deep
indirectly. But—there was, within is the knowledge to which ye shall
a month, a terrible auto accident. attain, and wisdom worthily used is
Edwin was unrecognizable. And she, good to have. But should it blaze
my little sister, lived but ten days scarlet, know it emanates from a
thereafter; a helpless, shuddering, wrathful soul. Crimson shall betoken
apathetic wreck; vaguely moaning: a nature filled with wicked desires.
“Edw'ee . . . Edwee . . .” Purple shall tell of pride and of high
And I—exulted! command, although this may be well
This is the curse of the Dark Lore or ill; for there be colors holy as well
—no sooner is one triumph achieved as unholy, which may be known by
by its sinister aid than the drunken their softness or by their glare ...”
soul craves even greater conquests! Vivid, glaring crimson, tinged
And I was no exception. with hectic purple rays, flooded that
Edwin? Was dead—through my darkened chamber when I completed
spells, and lost to the world and me. that experiment. And my lip curled
But was he lost to mef True, his in scorn of all consequence as I read
body I might never see more—but in that illumination my secret nature
his spirit! Once again I turned to revealed. To an humbler soul it
the forbidden books. And the Evil might have served as a solemn warn¬
Powers beheld—and chuckled. On ing. To mine it was but proof that I
the night when I found that which I was great, and would be greater.
sought, there was mirth in many Thereafter, for eleven days I made
hells. another lamp each day, which
totaled a dozen. And on the twelfth
“npHUS is the Mystic Lamp of the night, I lighted them all at once.
^ Adept prepared. . . And each gave off that same glorious
“But when ye shall come to light yet sinister brilliance as' did the
it, use ye not fire nor flame. Fairly first with which I had experimented.
in the center of a darkened chamber Grouped together they filled the room
shall ye place it. Then must ye, with intense vibrations, much as the
circling about it, with wroven paces overtones of some great organ would
and waving arms, whisper, at low thrill the soul of a musician. I had
breath the Spell to the Fire-Sprites; dared much; but had succeeded thus
until at length, streaming from all far in all I had attempted. Always/
fingertips shall a flickering flame be the drunken soul seeks further con¬
seen. So, hold ye one hand each side quest . . .
of the holy lamp in such wise that the So, I drew the circle and the tri¬
streamers of lambent flame do unite angles, and at each angle save one I
THE DARK LORE 445
placed a lamp. The draperies of magic circle stood one whose lofty
earth I removed from my person and bearing and prideful look bespoke
tossed them aside indifferently. I him no lowly, common spirit.
was above all conventions, had cast His great, luminous eyes met mine
off all inhibitions which hamper the and in their depths I read full un¬
mediocre. For I knew that power derstanding and mutuality of pur¬
more than mortal was henceforth pose. On his lips a slow smile hov¬
mine to wield as best pleased myself. ered, proclaiming louder than words
Then, with the remaining lamp, the extent of his admiration of my¬
the twelfth one, held high in a hand self.
which did not shake or quiver, I en¬
But back of him!
tered the magic circle—and only then
Rank on rank, stretching away in
did I close the gap in the mystic fig¬
space as though no chamber walls ex¬
ure with that twelfth lamp. For
isted, were ranged a throng, hardly
several minutes I stood thus, reveling
less glorious than was he in appear¬
in the sense of my own importance
ance. Who or what he might be, I
and splendor, for I felt—royal!
knew not—then. But one thing was
Then, with a wave of my hand I be¬
very evident, would have been clear
gan the spell that should drag back
to a duller wit than mine—he was
the soul of lost Edwin from whatso¬
their Master, their Leader, their
ever dim realm it had reached. Once
Overlord.
it had beheld my glory—knew my
And mine!
power . . .
None who has not faced such a
It came! being can comprehend the subtle urge
That command was too potent to which I knew then. Never there¬
be disregarded. And I beheld a white after for me could there be inclina¬
specter that gazed at me with eyes tion toward mortal man, not though
mutely reproaching me for that one such should lay at my feet all the
which I had done to him and treasures of Goleonda.
his . ., . Disillusion! That mighty being was kneeling
That? The poor, feeble, impotent, just without the barrier of the pro¬
contemptible ghost—it was not worth tecting circle. His arms were out¬
summoning! Its love? Absurd! stretched, his fingers barely avoiding
With a wave of my hand and a curt passing above the mystic lines traced
order I banished it from my presence. upon the floor. And I—I laughed in
But what, oh! what, was left? his face. But not the derisive laugh¬
In my mind, unbidden, unsought, ter of scorn—nay! it was the laugh
there formed another incantation. I with which a woman greets her well-
swear that never had I read that in beloved.
any book. It was the clarion call of a “Thou art a—demon?”
soul athirst for love—the call of a “Call me that, if thou wilt—thy
soul high enough to be greatly daring ‘demon-lover’, and I’ll be content!”
—for that call would summon no “But what, then?”
lover from earth’s weak children . . . “A rebellious Angel—I!”
I uttered it in clear, full tones. And “Lucifer?”
I would that brain had shriveled and “Not so—yet his co-equal!”
tongue withered ere I thought, and “Who, I said?”
-dared, that unholy evocation. “Hesperus!”
Yet what ensued was anything “And It”
save terrifying! Came a blaze of “Shalt share my throne and
regal, splendid, somber purple and power!”
dusky gold; and, lo! just outside the “On earth?”
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course of the evening, I saw such in¬ wheedled me into accompanying him
voluntary admiration betrayed in his to a dimly lit balcony—“for a breath
eyes that I favored him with a of fresh air,” he said.
dazzling smile. I’ll admit I was flattered by his at¬
I heard him query of the lady to tentions. What woman wouldn’t be?
whom at the moment he was talking: Hardly were we alone than—it was
“Who is that superbly beautiful highly improper, especially from one
creature?” such as he, with his social status—
“Lura Veyle, ” she snapped, all out he attempted to slip his arm about
of patience with him. “Stuck-up my waist, murmuring: “I know—
thing . . .” dear—it’s presumption on such short
He contrived to get himself intro¬ acquaintance, but—Lura—I-”
duced to me. It was easily accom¬ It was as far as he ever got! Even
plished. There were mutual acquaint¬ in that half-light I saw his eyes pro¬
ances. We did not dance. We sat— trude; while over his faee came a
and he talked. He was a brilliant look of unqualified terror. His knees
conversationist, and on that occasion gave from under him and he slumped
he fairly outdid himself. Inwardly I down, whispering, “My—heart-”
smiled. It was so obvious. Later he Naturally, I shrieked! He lived
448 WEIRD TALES
barely long enough to gasp, audibly, hearts, I onee more voiced that same
so that others as well as myself heard incantation that had first brought my
him: “The—Devil-” Dark Angel to my presence.
Truly, I knew myself the beloved I had not uttered a third of the
of Hesperus! spell ere he arrived! And wondrous
power that was his, for one moment
a ' course, the tragic episode broke
up the ball. It was then just a
he was a mighty spirit, devoid of
material substance; and the next
few minutes past midnight, and nat¬ moment, his was a form as solid as
urally, all the guests went to their re¬ my own, into whose arms I yielded
spective homes. I, however, had no myself! Our lips met—and in the
intention of losing any sleep beeause next instant—I was in the halls of
of the regrettable circumstance. hell!
Wherefore, by 1:30 I was in my bed Nor have I ever seen that body
and sound asleep. But before 2:30 I which was Lura Veyle since!
was once more wide awake. Moved But I presume that they—my rel¬
by an impulse I did not pause to atives and friends—interred the inert
analyze, I arose, donned a light form with appropriate ceremonials;
kimono and slipped from my room to and praised the departed soul; and
that empty chamber wherein I was mourned my loss, after the fashion of
accustomed to perform my .strange earth’s dwellers.
and unhallowed practises. I suppose I should have been either
Deliberately I caused the mystic terror-stricken or else enraged, be¬
lamps to ignite, and equally deliber¬ cause of what had happened to me.
ately I refrained from drawing the But in truth I was neither angry nor
protecting lines of the mighty ring frightened. I say it honestly—my
“Pass Not”, although I knew full sole reaction to that stupendous
well that unless I stood in the center change was a certitude that I had
«f the potent dodecagon formed by reached home! For I actually felt
the interlaced triangles, there would thus. I had attained to my own
be no protection or safety for my proper place, my true environment!
spirit from the Haters who Haunt. To my added satisfaction I found
Yet I, in my arrogance, ignored that I was robed in splendor far sur¬
that awful danger. It was well passing the fairest dream of any
enough for lesser souls, I thought, earthly costumer. On my brow was
eontemptuously, to take all due pre¬ a scintillant diadem of many-colored
cautions ; but for me they were super¬ jewels. In my hand I was holding a
fluous, puerile. scepter of gold, gem-studded, tipped
Was not I the beloved of the great with a great amethystine stone which
Hesperus? Most assuredly, yes! was carven into a symbol strange to
Then what lesser powers dared molest me; but which, I knew in some inde¬
me, when to do so would be to incur finable way, possessed in itself some
die full wrath of their puissant Over- very potent properties.
lord, whose terrific vengeance could Obviously I was in a palace—the
lowise be escaped or averted? palace of Hesperus, Ruler of one of
Even more rashly, that I might the realms of hell. Equally ob¬
unit no single detail which eeuld aid viously, I was in a chamber which
ia filling my cup of folly brimful and had been prepared against my com¬
Tinning over; after I had cast aside ing, for it was virtually a duplicate
nj earthly habiliments, with the ex- of my own personal room back upon
«ption of that wondrous neeklaee of earth ; excepting that the furnishings
mby-oolored, bleeding stone human and fittings were of more splendid
THE DARK LORE 449
perus, and at his side glided with crowded and jostled and swirled that
serpentine grace one who—I recog¬ fiendish throng, mocking, jeering, re¬
nized the fact at a glance—had orig¬ viling me, gloating, appraising that
inated on some planet far different beauty which was mine, so ruthlessly
from that earth whence I had fallen! revealed.
The mocking smile on her curling
lip was all too unmistakable. Rage S uddenly Hesperus singled out one
suffused me. All the hell-nature that from amongst that hideous mob.
was mine rose up, rebellious; gone “Thou,” he commanded.
were all fears of consequences to my¬ The monster approached, bent the
self, and naught remained but hate knee in fealty. I shuddered with
and—revenge! horror at his aspect. A dreadful pre¬
Long ere this happening I had monition overwhelmed me, and with
learned one of the uses of that ame¬ it there came despair absolute, un¬
thystine-tipped scepter. What injury leavened by any hope! I knew my
it could inflict—if any—on the actual fate.
spirit, I knew not; but to the various I can not adequately describe that
layers, or shells, or souls—call them —oh! what shall I term it—or him!
as may be most suitable—I knew7 that All that I can say is—it was a huge,
it could do much. With wrath suffi¬ hairy-appearing brute, altogether
ciently intense suffusing the bearer, bestial; yet in a way a most amazing
simply by pointing at the hated one travesty on the human type. Its back
with that symbol, annihilation of all was furry, but what seemed to be
which was visible ensued, abruptly. hair, I learned later, was in reality
And it was full at the towering more closely allied to the quills on a
figure of the Arch-Liar Hesperus porcupine, although longer, thicker,
himself that I directed its full and more sharply pointed. Its front
potency, rather than at the beguiled was scaly skin like an alligator’s un¬
fool swaying so gracefully trium¬ der-parts; and its awful, cruel face
phant, serpentlike, at his left side. and head were of some homy sub¬
And nothing happened! stance closely resembling the upper
Only, a yelling, screaming, hooting, shell of a turtle.
howling tumult of demoniacal laugh¬ Add to all this two round, black,
ter rocked that vast hall to its very lack-luster eyes, staring lidless, with
foundations. The merriment of the a dull red glow showing beneath their
utterly damned, rejoicing at the hu¬ inky surfaces; and two upper eye¬
miliation and the shame of her to teeth so long that they hung always
whom, formerly, they had rendered bared nearly to the chin of the Thing
abject homage! —and you will have then but a poor
Reverting to earthly methods, I and feeble word-picture. Its sole
drew7 back my arm and hurled that weapon w7as a ponderous, spike-
accursed scepter .at the gravely smil¬ studded bronze mace, nearly as long
ing countenance of the Arch-Liar. as the monster was tall.
Languidly he held up a hand, and the “Thy name?” Hesperus de¬
whirling scepter floated, light as a
manded.
feather, into his grasp.
“Grarhorg!”
And a moment later, with no voli¬
tion of my own, I found myself, de¬ “Thy rank?”
nuded of all my regal robes and “Guardian of thy watch-tower of
ornaments, crouched like any abject Nak-Jad, standing where thy north
slave at his feet, helpless, unable frontier o’erlooks the Gorge of the
even to move! While all about us Gray Shine.”
THE DARK LORE 451
“A lonely, a drear, and a danger¬ our family home upon earth, the
ous post,” Hesperus said reflectively, monster roared, exultantGrarhorg,
while the rabble ceased its clamor in for this, will hold Nak-Jad safe
anticipation of that which was yet though thou wert—pardoned! ’ ’
to come. Even Hesperus laughed outright
“All that,” growled the beast- at the absurdity of that possibility;
fiend, truculently. “Yet I hold it but that usurper Starling, swaying
fast, under thee. Naught from the serpent-fashion beside her new Lord,
north has ever passed thy border un¬ asked, furthering the jest: “But why,
bidden since thou didst commission Grarhorg, after he were pardoned?”
me the Guardian of Nak-Jad.” “Because he would soon return,”
‘ ‘ The force under thee ? ’ ’ retorted the brute. “What, do I not
“Composed of Yobwins, Sogmirs, know my Lord by this time ? ’ ’
and Miljips. A mixed array, a bare “Enough of this,” exelaimed Hes¬
ten seore; but sufficient, under me.” perus when the laugh died down.
Hesperus nodded approbation of “Let the feast commence.” He
this modest speeeh. would have led the way to the long
“Thy recreations are-?” tables but Grarhorg spoke onee
“Holding thy line inviolate, as again.
bidden.” “Thy leave to return to Nak-Jad—
* ‘ But thy followers ? ’ ’ now ? ’ ’
“Find it suffices them that I am “Small honor dost thou do us and
not displeased. Nay, are they nobles our feast,” Hesperus replied. “Why
of thy eourt, that they should know such haste?”
delight in soft dalliance?” ‘ ‘ This—my ‘ toy ’, ’ ’ explained Grar¬
“Thou art bold, Grarhorg,” Hes¬ horg succinctly. ‘ ‘ There is meat to be
perus reproved sternly, but a moment had in Nak-Jad for the eating, as well
later he fairly smiled with delight as here. Let this infant depart with
when Grarhorg, nowise abashed, re¬ his plaything, 0 mighty Hesperus.”
torted grimly: “Farewell, sweet babe,” mocked
“There is need of boldness in him Hesperus. “Thou hast my permis¬
who can hold Nak-Jad secure!” sion. ’ ’
“See, my Grarhorg”—Hesperus Grarhorg, with no further words,
indicated miserable me crouched turned from the festivities and strode
there between them as they faced each out of the great hall to a wide, high-
other—“here is some slight recom¬ walled courtyard where he opened
pense for thy labors, a comfort in thy his ugly gash of a mouth and emitted
loneliness, and a toy for thy idle a raucous howl. Came the swishing
moments. ’ ’ of mighty pinions, a fetid odor, and,
“Mine?” The monster seemed in¬ swooping down from the air above, a
credulous. winged nightmare descended.
“Aye,” nodded Hesperus, “a toy It had the head of a crocodile, the
for thee.” neck of a serpent, a lizard’s body, the
A huge paw, with claws as long legs and talons of a vulture many
and as sharp as those of a bear, times magnified, and the wings were
clamped down on my bare shoulder. those of a gigantie bat. It towered
I was tucked under the hideous above the huge Grarhorg half again
fiend’s arm as though I were an in¬ as high. Grarhorg caught me by the
animate bundle. In a voice as neck in one great paw and held me
harshly reverberating as the bellow out to the nightmare.
of a great bull alligator, such as I “Carry this—thou,” he rumbled.
have often heard by the river near “Harm it not—or I harm thee!”
452 WEIRD TALES
The sinuous neck arched, the ugly- sending me hurtling headlong, head¬
head shot downward, and the bony long, through a window in the lower
jaws seized me by the middle. I felt story of the Red Tower of Nak-Jad,
every sharp-pointed tooth sink deeply out into empty space! I fell as falls
into my waist, piercing me through a shooting star, down and adown into
and through. Writhing and scream¬ the ghastly Gorge of the Gray Shine!
ing in agony unbearable, but which Actually I could hear the squolck
yet I had to endure, I beheld Grar- as my form struck bottom! Saw the
horg clamber to the back of the night¬ frightfully mangled form which had
mare and seat himself where serpent been so sickeningly tormented in Nak-
neck joined lizard body. Smiting Jad lying there, writhing, twitch¬
his frightful steed a heavy thump ing, in feeble, expiring convulsions;
with his bronze mace he yelled: until slowly the final quivering twitch
“Back to Nak-Jad!” indicated that the end had come.
I was but a sickly, whimpering, And realized that I myself had stood
moaning, semi-conscious limpness apart during all this, and had, in
when the Blood-Red Tower was fact, but lost another of my shells;
reached. And that edifice I can not had now a new one in which to
describe at all. I was barely aware functionate; and was, in reality, but
that that nauseating breath was no become more thin.
longer scorching my middle at the And oh, the relief of it, after Nak-
same time that both extremities were Jad and-
almost freezing from the intense cold
of the air through which we had
flown at a speed incredible. Dimly I
S hrieking, sobbing, wailing and
moaning in hopeless horror afresh,
could perceive a building and that its I whirled about and fled down the
color was scarlet-red; but thereafter sloping bottom of the Gorge; for close
I never saw again its outside. behind me, with shrill whistlings and
Grarhorg, descending from his seat high-pitched pipings there raced a
on the nightmare’s back, received me dozen or more luminous-shining skele¬
in one capacious paw and strode tons, remarkably human in appear¬
through a narrow door . . . ance ; except that upon earth any one
It is not within the scope of the of them would have measured at
human mentality to comprehend an least twenty feet in height, yet not
infinitesimal portion, even, of the one of them wrould have spanned, at
soul-nauseating outrages and degrad¬ the waist, to the bigness of a fourteen
ing debaucheries to which I was sub¬ year old boy.
jected . . . Grarhorg—eventually The bottom of the Gorge was for a
tired—then- long way as slippery-smooth as glare
Ensued a period so dreadful I lost ice; and I skidded and slithered and
even the concept of time. There slid as I ran, while behind me came
were . . . Vobwins; Sogmirs; Mil- that skeleton hell-brood, and they ex¬
jips . . . each worse than the preced¬ perienced not the slightest difficulty
ing ones . . . argh! I—I- in maintaining their footing.
An abominable Sogmir, who, at his By what method can earth-time be
best, was fouler, more cruel, viler measured in the many hells? Was it
even than Grarhorg was at his worst; an hour—or a day—or an eon that I
wearied, too ... as a new amuse¬ fled, and those ghastly things pur¬
ment, grasped me by the ankle, sued? How may I tell? If horror is
whirled me about his head, and, suffi¬ any criterion, it was an eternity of
cient momentum established, he re¬ flight, spurred on by a nameless
leased his hundred-clawTed clutch, dread of consequences beyond even
THE DARK LORE 453
the demoniacal vilenesses who inhab¬ of the pursuing band had halted in a
ited the Blood-Red Tower of Nak- hesitant group.
Jad. I laughed, openly, mocking them.
There, at first, I had tried to fight Actually, I had at last encountered
against my fate, in regal indignation, some things that were afraid of me!
for I had not then lost my pride and Yet, I knew that, did I attempt to re¬
arrogance, even though I no longer trace my steps and go back up the
queened it by the side of Hesperus. Gorge, they would be upon me like
But such awful punishment had so many ravening wolves; and against
been dealt me by Grarhorg that it such odds I could not dare to con¬
very effectually slew the last temer¬ tend. Also, doubtless, there would
arious thought of resistance. So that be many others like them, and prob¬
thereafter I had dared do naught else ably things even worse to be en¬
than tamely submit to whatsoever of countered should I escape them, so
humiliating degradation he might long as I should stay in that Gorge.
choose next to inflict upon his— I turned again to observe the thing
“toy.” And after he had become I had flung into the lake. It was no
wearied of me and had cast me to his longer pallid white. Rather, it more .
legion—I had been in even worse resembled a corpse decaying and .
plight, likewise endured inertly, in¬ blackening from putrescence. It was
differently at times, when the over¬ not a pretty sight, even to eyes such
taxed spirit could no longer recognize as were mine, inured to horrid sights.
varying degrees of agonized, excru¬ It had accumulated all the thickness
ciating suffering. it could carry, and too much; albeit.
All this was flashing through my not of the sort it had desired so
mind as that bony grisliness clutehed avidly. As I watehed, its knees
me by my throat. But at that chill buekled, overweighted, and it went
touch, the rapidly mounting wrath down and stayed prone. Slowly, very
within me exploded. Exerting a slowly, it partially settled into the
strength I knew not before that gummous ooze.
moment that I possessed, I struck A wild idea possessed me. Upon
violently at that pallid white fore¬ earth the suieide disposes of one shell
arm. It broke! Broke like a brittle at least, speedily. Already I had lost
twig! The fleshless, thiekless fingers two, and could have not so very many
fell at my feet. In my turn I grap¬ more remaining. Behind me were
pled that elongated animate skeleton the animate skeletons who waited ...
and lifted! It was feather-light. I ■and before me the Lake of the Dark
hurled it from me out into the Lake Blue Ooze. WeU, I would intention¬
of the Dark Blue Ooze! ally cast myself upon the bosom of
“You would be thick!” I that sinister-appearing Lake, and if
screamed. “Wallow there, then, and the ooze swallowed me, then I would
soon shall you become thick indeed!” have rid myself of all my woes at a
The skeleton fell on the surface of single stroke. And if I should find
the, slimy lake, but did not sink, for that I had but lost another shell, with
the stuff was too dense; although it others still remaining, I’d no longer
was not exactly solid, either, being flee from any menacing Things; but
more like the gumbo mud of my natal would, rather, welcome them as unin¬
region upon earth. After consider¬ tentional deliverers.
able struggling the animate abhor¬
rence got to its feet, but it no more 1 rushed out upon the surface of
resembled a skeleton. I had plenty of that ooze and found that it would
time to watch; as the other members bear my weight so long as I kept mov-
THE DARK LORE 455
ing rapidly. I sank barely to my the ooze which easily supported their
ankles in most places, although at weights. Great, round, black, lack¬
times I would go down half-way to luster eyes, horrifically reminiscent of
.my knees. So I decided that I’d not the baleful eyes of Grarhorg, were
lie down and quit, but keep going. glaring into my own wildly staring
Who knew? Perhaps even hell had orbs!
its limits! Occasionally I stood on I howled—howled—in maniac
one foot and scraped the sticky stuff frenzy, and, catching up my robe, for
from the other and then reversed the I sorely needed free use of my mem¬
operation. And so, went on, and on, bers, I departed, full speed; howling
and on. at every jump! And those damnable
Two red suns hung in the sky, close things, octopods, or rather, polypods;
together, revolving about each other for each had many more than eight
slowly. Apparently they never set, legs; swarmed over that slimy sur¬
for the plane of their orbits seemed face much faster than I could run.
to be parallel to the surface of the Short indeed was the distance I
lake. As I looked back, the cliffs covered before I was overtaken. One
where the Gorge of the Gray Shine clammy tentacle had me by the waist,
debouched showed but as a dim, dun hauled me back so violently that I
cloud. Ahead I could faintly see an¬ went sprawling flat—and was at once
other shore showing as a purplish- the nucleus of a heaving, feasting
black bank of cliffs. Was I at the mass that was drawing through many
bottom of a huge bowl with unscal¬ rubbery suction cups, wherewith
able sides? Or would there be a way- each tentacle was provided, the sub¬
out—and if so, into what would it stance composing that form or shell
lead me of further horrors un¬ serving me as a body. I could feel
guessed? ropy strips of substance pulling away
But I was thinking too far ahead, from me to the accompaniment of
borrowing trouble when real trouble such rending and racking tortures as
was awaiting me but a few yards I had never before then undergone.
ahead of where I then was. If the Nothing which Grarhorg and his
evidence of my sight was to be relied myrmidons . . .
upon, I was approximately half-way The globular, many-tentacled
across the lake. And just in front of ghouls were slowly crawling back to
me was a genuine pool, a lesser lake their limpid pool, leaving me lying
of clear, limpid fluid within a greater there. With a shock I realized how
lake of viscous ooze. thin I had become. Then realized
The pool mirrored the red suns, that I no longer hurt. Slowly I com¬
and, vanity not yet wholly dead with¬ prehended what had actually hap¬
in me, I bent above its surface, de¬ pened. The ghouls had depleted so
siring to see how I appeared after all much of my thick that I had become
my many vicissitudes. And a long, invisible and intangible to them; so
whiplike tentacle whirled upward that, to them, I was as one wholly de¬
from the depths, barely missing my voured, leaving nothing more to be
face! Another instant, and that pool assimilated.
was aboil with squirming, writhing Then I noted another fact. In
snaky feelers that came over the edge actuality I was no longer in contact
and secured fast anchorage on the with the surface of the ooze; but was
surface of the ooze. Another instant floating at an appreciable height
still, and great purplish-pallid glob¬ above that gummy slime. I was in a
ular bodies hove themselves up from horizontal posture, but as soon as I
below and pulled themselves out upon attempted to assume the perpendicu-
456 WEIRD TALES
lar I was successful. So, off I set more easily decided upon than accom¬
once more, heading for the black cliffs plished. It was ahead! It was back
ahead. My progress, for I was liter¬ of me! Only it wasn’t back of me at
ally walking on, or through, the air, all! It was off to the right—no! it
was so restful after my wild race was elose by, to the left—but, it was
from the ghouLs, that it seemed no overhead and very, very near—no,
time at all ere I was looking up the again! it was straight beneath me,
towering walls and wondering how I down, away down—except that it was
everywhere at one and the same
was to surmount them.
moment . . .
I caught myself wishing that I
And I was more afraid of that
could fly. Dimly, somewhere in
awful laughter than I had been of
my consciousness an earth-word was
the many-tentacled ghouls which had
urging remembrance . . . what . . .
risen from the limpid pool in the
agaiu . . . “Levitation ...” what
Lake of the Dark Blue Ooze!
was that? But even as I was think¬
It shook one so! It aroused- im¬
ing—as the meaning came—so I be¬
aginings of beings monstrous; beings
gan to float upward, slowly at first,
such as had never known light-rays;
but as conscious will took charge,
beings that had lived in Chaos and
faster and faster—I was atop!
Old Night! And with that last
however, I eould not well ignore— than endure my fears alone another
that fearsome laughter! moment, I would cheerfully liave
My progress was slow, dreadfully welcomed Grarhorg and his hellish
so. Jusst that! For every step was crew in the Blood-Red Tower of
taken in dread of the unknown; Nak-Jad as dearly beloved play¬
which—considering my experiences mates!
during what seemed to my wearied The last vestige of what—borrow¬
soul to have lasted for eons past— ing an earth-word—I must perforce
must necessarily be “dreadful.” term “spunk” quitted me. For,
Why! How could I even foresee after all, the self can endure only so
what frightful calamity the next step much and thereafter it capitulates,
might precipitate me into ? For that regardless. As did I!
matter, I could not see anything at I opened my mouth, and all the re¬
all! That blackness was so dense I pressed terror which was stifling me
could feel it! Save for the fact that found expression in a prolonged
it was dry, it was virtually as dense series of howls, yells, and shrieks!
a medium as water, calling forth as Not mere whisperings and low-voieed
much exertion as would swimming in wailings, either; but a perfect pan¬
order to make appreciable headway demonium of discordant vocalization
through it. Yet in reality I was not that for the time at least, to myself,
swimming, but as I have said, I was forced the terrible shaken laughter
walking. into taking second place in volume.
There were times when I trod on
what I knew to be bones'—old, dry M y screams were replied to by
bones tlxat broke, crackling, beneath screams even louder and more
my feet. There were times when I horrific than were those I had
stepped on things that wriggled and emitted. A horde of bipedal beings,
squirmed, sluggishly, underfoot. apparently formed of fire, for they
There were occasions when I felt long, glowed as if internally they were in a
soft, furry somethings drifting aim¬ state of combustion, rushed at me
less through the air; that brushed swifter than the swooping of hawks
against my face and body, sicken- dropping from above.
ingly. There were long spells when A horde of women, naked, the
I seemed to be part of a multitude of most beautifully modeled figures I
invisible beings, not even so solid as ever l>eheld; hut with their classically
was I; chill, feeble beings that did but perfect faces writhed into the most
weep and wail, low-voiced; while damnable expressions of malignancy
over, and under, and through, and imaginable. Three-headed they were,
all about, reverberated that shaken every one of them; with twisting,
laughter. squirming knots and coils of slim ser¬
And then again I would wander pents atop their heads in lieu of hair.
alone in stygian darkness; alone And long jets and flickers of flame
save for that terrible merriment issued from their straining mouths at
that was not mirth, nor anguish, nor every screech, while from their lurid
sorrow, nor any other emotion known eyes streamed rays of baleful, cold,
to human concept; but which yet be- green fire! Aghast, I fled! I was
sjioke a horror greater than all other not immune from terror at such a
horrors—the Horror of Great Dark¬ visitation as I myself had invited!
ness itself, as mentioned, guardedly, Ah well! They soon caught me,
in the Ancient Books. for they were long of limb and fleet
It became unbearable, totally so! of foot and much thicker than was I,
Nothing could be worse! Rather and of strength prodigious. I was
458 WEIRD TALES
point where the matter definitely- dated back to their university days,
entered my own life and world. And and had continued after they
that point, that event, is the Cannell diverged into different lines of work,
Mystery, as it was then termed. Cannell’s taking him to the rem¬
You will find it in the newspapers nants of past peoples, while Lantin’s
of the day, the bare facts wrapped interest in radio-chemistry had
in clouds of speculation. Professor brought him to the great New York
Ferdinand Cannell, of New York, laboratories of the Downe Founda¬
disappearing inexplicably in the tion, with myself as his laboratory
jungles of Indo-China, vanishing assistant.
from the world of men as though For all their warm friendship,
blotted out. there was a strong contrast between
At that time, Cannell was un¬ the two men. Cannell was the
doubtedly one of the very greatest of younger by a few years, a blond giant
living archeologists. Nominally at¬ of thirty-five or thirty-six, with snap¬
tached to a great New York museum, ping blue eyes and a habit of talking
he was really a free-lance student with machine-gun rapidity. Alto¬
and excavator, roaming about the gether the antithesis of Dr. Lantin,
world in search of proof for his who was dark, medium of stature
numerous and startling theories. His and quiet of manner, with friendly
first fame had been established by his gray eyes that could take on the glint
researches into the Dravidian rem¬ of steel, at times.
nants in lower India, and he had fol¬ Together we had waved farewell to
lowed that brilliant achievement by Cannell and a few weeks later had
another as great, the monumental received a cable from Saigon, in Indo-
Warren Society investigation into the China, briefly announcing his arrival.
walled ruins of Zimbabwe, in South He had then proceeded up the Me¬
Africa. kong River into the wilderness of the
With two such successes behind interior, and finally over a network of
him, Cannell then boldly proposed to winding creeks to Angkor itself. The
make the subject of his next re¬ latter stage of the journey was made
searches the mighty ruined city of in canoes, some seven or eight natives
Angkor, in the heart of the Cam- poling along Cannell and his outfit,
:>odian jungle. Angkor has long been but no other white man was in the
a colossal challenge to modern wis¬ party.
dom, a gigantic, towered metropolis No more was heard of the venture
of gray stone, once noisy with the life until a week later, when the natives
of swarming millions, but silent and of CannelPs party straggled into a
dead now, unutterably dead. A little up-river village, without him.
ihousand years the huge ruin has They explained, volubly, that on the
lain in the jungle, wrapped in silence, third night after reaching Angkor,
inhabited only by snakes and bats the white man had been seized and
and tigers. Its past, the history of carried away by the devils of the
its builders, has been a vast enigma ruins. None of them had actually
always, which Cannell had deter¬ seen this but they had heard his
mined to solve.. scream, from a distance, and when
So he sailed for Hongkong, and they conquered their fears enough to
Dr. Lantin and I were on the dock search the ruins, had found no trace
when his ship cleared. My own ac¬ of him. It was clear that the power¬
quaintance with Cannell was recent, ful spirits of the dead city were
but Lantin and he had been close angered, and had snatched away the
friends for years. Their friendship white man who dared to disturb them,
THE TIME-RAIDER 461
who jumped to his feet and came And on the last words his voice rose
quickly toward us. It was Cannell, I to a high-pitched, ragged scream.
saw at once. Canned—but changed. Then, mastering his shattered nerves
His face was drawn and haggard, with an effort, he went on.
and instead of his former impatient, “You know why I went to Angkor,
challenging expression, it bore the what I planned to do there. I went
impress of an unearthly fear. A fear up the Mekong by steamer, then hired
that showed even in the tense, half- natives to take me the rest of the way
eroucliing position of his body, as he in canoes. Up winding waterways
came across the room toward us, they took me, through narrow creeks
searching our faces with his burning and old canals, and out over a great
eyes. He came closer, gripped Lan- lake, in which a forest lay submerged.
tin’s hands, struggled to speak. Then up another creek and finally by
“Thank God you came, Lantin!’’ bullock-cart to Angkor itself.
he cried, chokingly. ‘ ‘ There is no use trying to describe
We stood speechless, and with a the place to you. I have seen most of
sudden reaction of feeling he stepped the great ruins of the past and the
back and sank wearily into a chair, great buildings of the present, but
running his hand tiredly over his Angkor towers above them all, the
eyes. Lantin found his voice then most magnificent thing ever built by
for the first time. the hands of men. It is a vast city
“Where have you been, man?” he of carven gray stone, a city whose
shouted. “Three years! For God’s laeelike sculptured walls and cren¬
sake, Canned, what happened to you? elated battlements have looked down
Where were you ad that time ? ’ ’ for a thousand years on nothing but
Canned gazed up at us, strangely, the jungle that hems it in, and the
somberly, a brooding darkness set¬ silence and death that lie incarnate in
tling on his face. “A11 that time?” itself. Literally acres of ruined build¬
he repeated, musingly. ‘ ‘ Three ings, square miles of crumbling stone,
years? Three years to you, perhaps, and set in the heart of that great mass
but not to me. But not to me.” of remnants, the palace, Angkor
A sudden glance flashed between Thom, a great ruin whose courts and
Lantin and myself. Was the man walls and terraces lie as desolate and
mad? Did that account for his broken as the city around them.
strange disappearance? “A deep moat surrounds the city,
Canned saw and interpreted that and out over it leads a great cause¬
glance. “I know what you’re think¬ way, built of huge blocks of stone, a
ing,” he told us, “and sometimes I wide, level highway that leads
think you’re right, that I really am through the jungle for a short dis¬
crazy. I would be better off if I tance to the supreme glory of the
were,” he concluded, darkly. But place, Angkor Wat, the gigantic tem¬
before we could comment on his ple. Unlike the palace and city, the
strange words, his mood changed temple has not fallen into ruins but
abruptly and he motioned us to chairs remains nearly the same as it must
beside him, bending toward us in have been when the city was living
sudden eagerness. and splendid. It towers up to a tre¬
“But you two,” he said, “I can mendous height, its dark, frowning
tell you what I saw, what happened. walls looming far above the green
I could not ted others—no! They jungle around it. When I walked in¬
would never have believed, and it to it for the first time, the mighty
may be that even you will not. But grandeur of the place was so awesome
it is all truth—truth, I tell you!” and compelling that I felt pre-
THE TIME-BAIDER
sumptuous—ashamed. The stifling, were none. The air had been heavy
brooding silence seemed to flow down and still for hours, but now a puff of
on me like a tangible wave, humbling wind smote me, a little, buffeting
me, dwarfing me. breeze that changed suddenly to a
“I spent my first two days in a hard wind and then to a raging gale
superficial exploration of the palace that whipped the sun-helmet off my
and city, wandering through the head and nearly twisted me from my
miles of crumbling streets and fallen feet. And with that sudden change,
buildings. But I pass over that to the whistling chorus above had
the third day, when I started my ex¬ changed also, had waxed to a raging
amination of Angkor Wat. All of tumult of wind-shrieks, piercing, tem¬
that day I spent in the temple, alone, pestuous ! Abruptly, now, there
for the natives feared to venture into flashed into being in the air forty
it. Along its marching walls life- feet above me—a thing!
sized figures were carved in exquisite “It was a swirling mass of dense
relief, warriors, kings and elephants, gray vapor, looking in the moonlight
battles and ceremonies, literally miles mueh like a drifting cloud of steam.
of lavished, delicate sculptures. I But this smoky mass was alive with
lingered with them, absorbed, until motion of its own, spinning and
the sun had set and the swift trop¬ interlacing, and from it came the
ical darkness was descending, then shrill chorus and the raging winds.
abruptly came to a realization of my And, too, I saw that somewhere in¬
surroundings and started for my side those shifting mists glowed three
camp. little circles of green light, one set
“Through the deepening shadows above the other two, three tiny, radi¬
of the temple’s halls I went, stumb¬ ant orbs whose brilliance stood out
ling here and there against fallen even in the mellow moonlight.
stones, and finally came with a slight
sensation of relief to the stone-paved “ bruptly, as I stared up at the
courtyard in front of the edifice, from thing, those three circles of vivid
which the great causeway led back to green luminescence changed to pur¬
the city and to my camp. It was ple, no less brilliant. And at the
quite dark, now, but I stopped for a same instant, there came a change to
moment there, since the moon was the spinning mists around them.
just rising and the scene was one of Those mists seemed to -contract, to
perfect beauty—the calm moonlight shrink, to solidify, and then they had
flooding over the silent ruins, the vanished and in place of them hung a
dark, looming walls behind me, the thing of solid matter, a mass of what
black shadows that lay across the seemed to be gray, resilient flesh, and
silver-lit courtyard. For minutes I at the center of which hung steadily
stood there, fascinated, but finally the little triangle of purple lights.
turned to go. Nor was this solid mass any more un¬
“I walked across the courtyard, changing than the misty one had
then stopped abruptly and looked up. been, for it seemed to have no one
A strange sound had come to my ears form, flashing with incredible speed
from above, a sound that was like dis¬ through a myriad half-glimpsed
tant, shrill whistling. It hung for a shapes. It folded and unfolded, con¬
moment, faint and eery, then grew tracted, elongated, spun and writhed,
much louder, like a score of men a protean changing of shapes that my
whistling piercingly in different keys, eyes could scarcely follow. But
varied, tumultuous. I half expected always the three little orbs of purple
to see birds passing above, but there hung unchanged at its center.
464 WEIRD TALES
“Scarcely more than a minute had there was an up-gush of gray light
elapsed since the thing first had ap¬ from the eastern horizon, and then
peared above me, and now as I gazed the sun leapt up, red and flaming,
up at it, stupefied, I sensed dimly and hurtled across the sky with even
that the whistling sounds and the greater speed. I caught a glimpse of
winds had died away. Then, before Angkor beneath, bathed in tropical
my dazed mind could fully compre¬ sunlight. And a half-minute before
hend the strangeness of the creature it had been deepest night!
that hung in the air above me, that “A deadly sickness seized me, and
creature floated swiftly down beside while I strove against it the sun raced
me, so near that I could have touched down into the west and it was night
it. And out from the changing, in¬ again, with the shining moon again
choate mass of it reached a long, flashing across the sky with night¬
twisting tentacle, straight toward me! mare speed. Again it disappeared and
“I staggered weakly back, and again the sun sprang up and rocketed
screamed. But that arm circled and headlong across the zenith. And for
gripped me, then pulled me in toward the first time there came to my
the central mass of the thing. It was numbed brain some realization of
cold to the touch, an utter, numbing what was happening..
cold, like the chill of something from “This inexplicable thing that held
outer space, utterly alien to our earth me—this being of changing mists and
and life. That cold shock stabbed vapors—was taking me on through
through me and paralyzed me, and I time. It was whirling me on into
dangled helplessly in the thing’s grip, the future, with some undreamed-of
while at its center, seen, somehow, power of its own.
through the mass of the thing, the
‘ ‘ The sun was racing across the sky
triangle of purple orbs seemed to
with comet speed, now, a streak of
watch me.
golden light, and day and night fol¬
“All this had been enacted in a few lowed each other like the flipped
moments, and now the inexplicable
leaves of a book, faster and faster.
thing that held me began to rise
In a few minutes they had become in¬
again, to float up some distance above
distinguishable, had merged into a
the ground. It still gripped me tight¬
green twilight in which I could see
ly, and now the purple orbs changed
but dimly the ground below. And
again to brilliant green, while again
even as we thus sped on through time,
the solid, twisting mass of the thing
with ever-increasing speed, the thing
changed, expanding and swirling,
that held me began to move through
until it was again the drifting, spin¬
space also, and I caught a glimpse of
ning mass of vapor which I had first
ruined Angkor sliding away from be¬
glimpsed. I floated in those mists,
neath me.
gripped as tightly as ever by their
unseen holds, and now began again ‘ ‘ The thundering roar of the winds
the shrill, piercing whistling, from grew even louder as we moved simul¬
all around me, while a rising torrent taneously through time and space. I
of wind roared around the thing that caught fragmentary glimpses of land
held me. flashing by beneath, with tremendous
“At the same time, glancing up, I speed. And all the while I hung
saw the moon racing across the sky there in the grip of the thing, held
above with incredible speed, bound¬ by the smoky mist-spirals, swinging
ing across the zenith like a shooting helplessly around and around the
star and sinking down in the west. three circles of radiant green light at
Hardly had it disappeared when the thing’s center.
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“It grew, it waxed to a tumult of time and seized me, that it flashed
roaring winds, while I lay crouched with me through those three years in
in the bunk, trembling. It seemed to almost as few minutes. And I know
swoop down on the deck above, and that it has marked me for its victim
there rang out a great scream, a and will come for me again, maybe
shriek of horror that burned into my in pure revenge for that shot of mine
brain. The roaring winds began to that released me.
lessen, to draw away. I ran up onto “Where is there refuge from a
the deck and looked wildly around. thing like that, that can speed
To the north, a little above and be¬ through time and space at will ? Twice
yond the ship, was a hazy mass that I I have escaped it, but I fear I can
glimpsed vaguely in the moonlight, not escape it again, when it comes to
and that suddenly disappeared, still claim me. And sooner or later, it
heading straight north. And the will come!”
whistling chorus of winds died away.
“I sank down on the deck, sick at CHAPTER 3
heart. For I knew what I had seen,
THE RAIDER
knew that half-glimpsed thing to be
the thing that had seized me at Ang¬
kor, and from which I had freed
A silence hung over the room when
Cannell ceased to speak. I drew
myself. Two of the watch, the only a long breath and turned to Lantin,
men on deck at the time, were miss¬ my brain awhirl, but already he was
ing, and all around me the sailors calmly questioning the archeologist.
who had poured up onto the deck “This thing you call the Raider,”
were speculating as to their disap¬ he began; “I don’t understand your
pearance, and the cause of the sud¬ description very well, Canned. Do
den, roaring winds. But I told them you mean that it was just misty gas
nothing. I knew well that the thing or vapor, able to change into solid
that had snatched me away before form at will, and change back? And,
had come again' to seize me, tracking withal, a living, intelligent thing ? ’ ’
me down, God knows how, perhaps by “I mean just that,” Canned told
some mystic mark or brand that its him. “The thing is undoubtedly a
grip had sealed upon me. I knew sentient, living being of extraor¬
that it had come for me, and not dinary intelligence and powers, able
finding me, had taken the two men on to assume either a solid or gaseous
deck at the time. But I said nothing. form. The phenomenon of the three
‘ ‘ It was finally agreed by the ship’s shining orbs, changing from green to
officers to report the event as the loss purple and back, is connected with
of two sailors, swept overboard by a that change in form, I assume.. And
sudden gale. It went down in the at the same time I believe that tri¬
ship’s log, thus, and we sailed on. But angle of the three lights to be the
the crew was fearful, whispering. . . . center of the thing’s consciousness
“The ship came safe to Galveston, and intelligence, its brain and sense
though. The wages due me as a sea¬ organs.
man were enough to get me to New “Such a thing is not impossible,
York. I came at once to your apart¬ Lantin,” he went on. “You and I,
ment, and the rest you know. intelligent, living creatures, are com¬
“What is that thing that seized posed of solid and liquid elements,
me, that enigmatic Raider through but there is no real reason why life
time? God alone knows, if even He and intelligence could not be present
is aware of its existence. But I know in an entirely gaseous creature. And
that it swept down on me through as I believe, this creature only as-
THE TIME-RAIDER 467
covered our balance, rushed together ned seized by the misty shape of hor¬
to the window, and then recoiled. ror he called the Raider, and now, in
Standing at the roof’s edge, darkly the same room in Lantin’s apartment,
outlined against the city’s splendid we were discussing what, we had seen.
brilliance, was Canned, and down After the first hours of dazed terror
upon him from the upper air was following the seizure of Canned, I
dropping—what? A changing, in¬ had fallen to sleep on a couch in that
choate shape of gray, at the center room, and when I woke in late after¬
of which burned a little triangle of noon, the whole thing seemed only a
three radiant circles of purple light, tortured nightmare.
one above the other two. In the mo¬ “It seems impossible,’’ I told Lan¬
ment that the thing swept down on tin. “We saw Canned taken, yes,
Canned, the roaring winds hushed and we saw—the Raider. But after
for an instant, and we saw a writhing, ad, we have no proof that he was
shapeless arm reach out from the cen¬ taken into time. That thing, the
tral mass, grip Canned and draw him Raider, may have merely thrown a
in. The gray mass hung for a mo¬ veil of invisibility around itself, and
ment, then the purple lights flashed thus vanished. A crazy idea, I ad¬
into green, and at the same time the mit, but not as wild as this one of
thing had changed into a swirling time-traveling. ’ ’
cloud of dense gray vapor, the three “You do not believe your own
green orbs at its center, and the roar¬ words, Wheeler,” answered my
ing winds shouting again with re¬ friend. “Yon heard Canned’s story,
newed power. The thing rose swiftly and in your heart you believe it. I
above the roof, holding Canned, hung believe it utterly, for it is the only
for a moment above us, a tornado of way of accounting for that three-year
whistling winds, then vanished like a disappearance. You noticed that
clieked-off cinema scene. Canned seemed no older, after those
But as it disappeared before our three years? And then, as further
eyes, as its raging, piercing winds proof, came the thing he described
died away to a mere whisper, out to us, the Raider itself.”
from the empty air where it had been “We saw that,” I admitted, “but
rang an eery, fading cry, Canned’s all argument aside, Lantin, this idea
voice, coming faintly down through of moving through time at will seems
time.
absurd. Of course, I’ve heard fan¬
‘ ‘ Lantin! Follow—follow-’ ’ tastic ideas on the subject, but how
Then the last word, coming dimly could anyone really tamper with time,
to us like a ghostly echo out of space the most unalterable and remorseless
and time, but with a world of fear quantity in life?”
and horror in it:
Lantin considered me before re¬
“The Raider!’’
plying. “Such an achievement is be¬
yond our present science,” he con¬
CHAPTER 4 ceded, “but it may be quite possible
INTO TIME to the science of the future. You see
my meaning? Remember, Wheeler,
“And you ready mean to try it?” I it is only within the last few years
asked incredulously. that our science has learned anything
“I do,” Lantin quietly replied. “I at ad about time. Previously it was
am going to find that secret of time¬ considered one of the last mysteries,
traveling and go after Canned. ” never to be investigated or explained.
I stared at him doubtfully. A day But now, with the recent work of
had passed since we had seen Can¬ Einstein and Lorentz and Minkow-
THE TIME-RAIDER 469
movement along the other three or things with electrons. They have shot
space-dimensions. them through films of water-vapor
“It is exactly the same with a and have thus been able to record
single, isolated object. Take a metal their speeds and courses, without see¬
ball, for instance. It moves steadily ing the actual electrons. And just
along the time-dimension, from the recently, an American scientist was
past toward the future, only because able to change the course of elec¬
the electrons that compose it are con¬ tronic motion entirely, and shoot a
stantly moving along the space- stream of electrons in any direction
dimensions, are constantly revolving at will, the so-called cathode rays.
around their nucleus, at the same un¬ When that has been done, it doesn’t
varying speed. If you stopped that seem altogether impossible to change
revolving of electrons, the ball of their motion in another way, by ac¬
metal would become static, timeless, celerating or reversing it. ’ ’
would cease to move along the time- “But there’s another thing, Lan-
dimension. But suppose instead of tin,” I said; “even though you
stopping the electronic movement, achieved the impossible and found a
you accelerated it, speeded it up? way of time-traveling, how would
Then the ball of metal whose elec¬ you find Cannell? How could you
tronic activity was thus accelerated find him, without knowing what age
would move on through time faster. or what place the Raider has taken
Everything around it would still him to? It seems like hunting for a
move along the time-dimension at needle in a haystack, a thousand
the same rate, but it would be going times magnified in difficulty.”
faster, would speed on into the fu¬ Without answering, Lantin went to
ture, ahead of the things around it. a cabinet and brought forth a big
And the more its electronic motion globe, which he placed on the table
was accelerated, the farther into the before me. ‘ ‘ I have a theory on that,
future it would go. too,” he said. “Note the lines I’ve
“In the same way, if the electronic drawn on this globe,” he added, indi¬
motion was reversed, the metal ball cating some long black pencil-lines
would go backward along the time- that had been drawn on the round
dimension, would speed back into the surface in the region of the Pacific
past. Thus you see how such a prin¬ Ocean.
ciple could be applied practically and “ Canned was seized at Angkor, as
enable one to speed into past or fu¬ we know, and he was dropped in the
ture at will, simply by accelerating open Pacific at a point a few hundred
or reversing the motion of the elec¬ miles east of Manila. I have marked
trons making up his vehicle, or car.” that point with a dot here, for Can¬
“It seems reasonable,” I admitted, ned learned the latitude and longi¬
“but the difficulty remains, for how tude of the spot and jotted it down.
could the movement of electrons be Now is it not reasonable to suppose
thus accelerated or reversed at will? that when the Raider dropped Can¬
Why, no man has ever even seen an ned, through' the pain or surprize of
electron, or ever will, they’re so in¬ his shot, it was progressing in a
finitesimally tiny. Then how affect straight line toward its own base, or
their speeds, their directions ? ’ ’ home, or lair? Of course, it was
“You mention a difficulty,” Lan- moving through time also, but in
tin replied, “but it could be over¬ space it was probably heading
come, Wheeler. As you say, no man straight toward its home. So if we
has ever seen an electron, but for all draw a straight line from Angkor to
that, men have done some strange this dot, on the globe, and then con-
THE TIME-RAIDER 471
tinue that line straight across the same window. Just twenty-four
globe, it’s reasonable to assume that hours!
somewhere along that continued line I must have spoken my thought
is the Raider’s home. aloud, for Lantin, who had come up
“Now, you heard Cannell say that and was standing beside me, repeated
when the thing came to the ship and it. “Just twenty-four hours—to us,
fled away with the two sailors it Wheeler. But how long to Cannell,
seized, it was heading due north when I wonder? Where is he tonight, do
it vanished from sight. So from this you think; what thousands, what
dot west of Panama, representing the tens of thousands of years ahead?
ship’s position, I have drawn another And wondering if we wrill come after
line straight north. You see, the him, if we will save him-”
same reasoning applies here,, for the He stopped, but the thought per¬
thing would again head straight to¬ sisted. Where was Cannell, now?
ward its lair with its victims. The Caught in some web of utter evil, far
two lines cross each other, as you see, in the future, some unholy lair of
in southern Illinois. And if my that hellish thing, the Raider? I
theory is correct, somewhere near, remembered the fear on Cannell’s
that point of crossing is the Raider’s face, the fear in my own heart when
home, though in what age I do not the Raider had flashed down on us.
know. So if one could find the secret Could I venture against such a crea¬
of time-traveling, and speed into the ture, even though we found the way
future, hovering near that spot, there to cross time? Would I dare to pit
is a chance that you would find the myself against a being like that ?
Raider—and his victims. It is a There at the window I battled my
long chance, of course, but the only own fear, and when I finally turned,
one.” it was to extend my hand to Lantin.
I was silent, pondering the things “I’m with you,” I told him short¬
he had said. But I felt the question ly; “if we can discover the secret of
in his eyes, and sensed his appeal the Raider’s power, we’ll follow Can¬
before he voiced it. nell—into time!”
“And you, Wheeler, will you help
me? Together we can do this, can CHAPTER 5
find this secret of time-traveling and THE BUILDING OP THE
go after Cannell, follow him as he TIME-CAR
cried for me to do. I know that he
was not your close friend, as he was I t is not my intention to relate here
mine, but I am asking you to help, the details of the work that occu¬
nevertheless, for you are the only one pied our attention in the following
I can go to for aid. Who would weeks. It has been dealt with at
credit the thing we saw, if I told it? length in two technical treatises by
But you saw, and you know, you Lantin and myself. The theoretical
understand. And if we could work side of our work has been very fully
on this together-” discussed in those two books, but the
Without replying, I stepped to the concrete details are purposely slurred
window and looked out, inwardly over. The mast valuable part of
struggling for an answer. While we our achievement, the time-wave it¬
talked, night had fallen, and again self, is hardly mentioned in them.
the brilliant lights of the city had There is a reason for this, and that
blossomed, like burgeoning flowers of reason is the firm intention of Dr.
flame. A day had passed since we Lantin and myself not to impart
had seen Cannell seized, from this any information that would enable
472 WEIRD TALES
Anyone to duplicate our own experi¬ upon small objects on the laboratory
ment. Thus it is of necessity that table, they vanished, reappearing a
parts of this present record are vague few seconds later, having been driven
and indefinite. into the future for those few seconds
I may say, though, unquestionably, by the force of the time-wave.
that without the notes that were left By reversing the action of the
us by Cannell, we could never have wave, the electronic movement was
achieved the success we did achieve. reversed also, and thus the basis of
Those notes, brief and unsatisfactory our needs was found and we had a
as they were, were yet enough to set force that could sweep all things in
our feet on the right path, in our its radius into past or future at will.
quest of the time-traveling secret. To Then it was that Lantin began to
us, then, the problem was one of ac¬ speak of a car, a car containing a
celerating electronic activity, and all time-wave projector powerful enough
our experiments were directed to¬ to convey the car and all its occu¬
ward that goal. pants into past or future. It was
Fortunately, Lantin had virtually vitally necessary, he thought, that
a free hand at the Foundation, and such a car should be able to move in
we were able to use the matchless re¬ space, as well as time, and to acquire
sources of its great laboratories to this power we had recourse to a dis¬
further our quest. Working constant¬ covery accidentally made in the
ly together and maintaining complete course of our experiments.
secrecy regarding the object of our In our efforts to change the move¬
experiments, we sought for some ment of electrons, we had found that
force capable of controlling the move¬ when a stream of them was shot out
ment and speed of electrons, at will. in a concentrated ray, in any one
The weeks dragged by, and we direction, it produced an invisible
seemed no nearer success than ever. but powerful repulsion. It was on
And at the Foundation, some curi¬ this fact that Lantin relied to move
osity was being evinced regarding our car in space, directing electron-
our work, which ill-fitted with our streams toward the ground to raise
desires. We had made trial of every and hold us in space, and directing
form of vibration, it seemed, and ail other rays obliquely down toward
without success, for none affected the earth, to move the car from side to
electronic movement in the way we side in any direction.
wished. In the end, it was by a com¬ The work went on. Six weeks after
bination of electro-magnetic vTaves the seizure of Cannell, our car was
and light rays that we finally nearing completion, and a strange-
achieved success. appearing vehicle it was. It was a
I say “we,” but it was Lantin’s short, thick cylinder of steel, taper¬
triumph. He had the inspiration to ing to a point at each end, its great¬
combine liigli-frequeney Hertzian est diameter some five feet and with
vibrations and light-rays, merging the a total length of fifteen, from point
two dissimilar vibrations into a single to point. Windows of heavy glass
wave, which we called “the time were set at regular intervals along
wave” and which had power to affect its length, and entrance into the car’s
the very electronic structure of mat¬ interior was through a circular door
ter, all electronic movement within or manhole in its upper surface, the
its radius being stimulated and car being quite air-tight when this
accelerated by it. And with it, we was closed.
proved the correctness of Cannell’s Inside, the cylinder’s bottom was
theory, for when we turned the wave flat-decked and covered with up-
THE TIME-RAIDER 473
of tugs as a big liner went out to sea. as I knew, by our swift passage
And in the river, a battleship’s great through time.
search-lights stabbed and circled. I looked down into the streets be¬
I turned away, reluctantly enough, low, and for a second could see no
and followed Lantin into the car. obvious changes, then noted that the
Crouched on the padded floor, in a autos and people seemed to have sud¬
half-sitting, half-lying position, he denly vanished. In place of them
was already giving the car’s machin¬ were misty blurs of undefined mo¬
ery a last inspection, and at his com¬ tion, and even these vanished as our
mand I clanged shut the round metal progress on through time grew great¬
door that sealed the entrance. I then er. The winking electric signs of the
took up a position on the floor beside city had ceased to flash on and off,
him. and appeared to be steadily illumi¬
His hands were moving over the nated.
gleaming controlling switches, search¬ I looked up, through one of the
ing, pulling, twisting. Abruptly glasses in the car’s top surface, and
something clicked under his fingers then gasped, prepared as I was for
and the car rose smoothly in the air what I saw. The whole firmament
some fifty feet above the roof and was moving, its starry hosts moving
hung motionless. There was a curi¬ slowly but visibly toward the west.
ous little humming now, that seemed Steadily it turned, and in hardly
to come from the floor beneath us, more than a minute a gray light be¬
caused, as I knew, by the invisible gan to grow over the eastern horizon,
streams of electronic force that lifted flushing swiftly to rose. Then, from
and held us. the center of the growing light,
Under the pressure of a little wind, sprang up the sun, crimson and
the car drifted a short distance side- mighty, leaping up above the horizon
wise, and now hung directly over the in a single bound, it seemed, and mov¬
streets. I glanced down through the ing swiftly, ever more swiftly, up to¬
dead-light in the floor of the car, and ward the zenith.
saw that from the height we had The winds had steadily risen to a
already attained, autos and pedes¬ cyclonic gale, and now I heard Lan¬
trians were but tiny specks moving in tin’s voice, striving to make itself
the blurred glare of the street-lights. heard above them.
Without turning, Lantin spoke. “We’re going through time all
“We’d better try the power of the right, ’ ’ he shouted, his voice thin and
time-wave,” he said, “before going piping in sound, above the roar of
any distance in space.” the gale. “We may as well head
I nodded, and again his hands west now, too.”
moved over the car’s intricate con¬ I did not answer, but saw the build¬
trols. He turned a large knob, and ings and streets below slide away to
a rising, purring whine filled the car, the east, as the ear moved off in the
while outside there was a growing opposite direction. By now the sun
roar of sudden wind. At the same had traversed its whole circuit in the
time there came to me a staggering sky and was tumbling down behind
sensation of falling, and for a mo¬ the western heights. Before we had
ment I seemed to be plunging help¬ crossed above the Hudson, darkness
lessly down into unfathomable abyss¬ had plunged down upon us, and as
es. It lasted but an instant, and we rocketed over the Jersey meadows,
when my mind cleared, I heard the I.saw the stars again wheeling across
winds outside the car shouting with the sky, but much faster than before.
higher and higher intensity, caused, Our time-speed was steadily accelera-
THE TIME-RAIDER 475
ting, now, as Lantin turned on more gan to give close attention to the
and more of the time-wave’s power, physical features of the country be¬
and I knew that shortly we would low us. He consulted maps constant¬
be racing through the years with ly, now, and finally, after a number
lightning speed. of stops and starts, brought the car
Again the cycle of darkness and to rest, in space, above the juncture
dawn was repeated, with the sun of two small rivers. Hanging there,
hurtling across the sky faster and we still sped on through time, and
faster, while the winds of our double above the winds Lantin shouted,
progress through time and space were “Stop there,’’ pointing to the maps
deafening. Day and night followed he held and then down toward the
each other so rapidly that I could ground below. I understood his
obtain but vague glimpses of the meaning, and knew that he had
ground below us. We were progress¬ reached the spot in Illinois which he
ing through space at the rate of a had calculated to be the Raider’s
hundred and fifty miles an hour, home.
holding an even altitude of a mile Intently we scanned the ground
above the earth’s surface. beneath the car. Gray and splotchy
Soon day and night had merged, as it appeared, from alternate sum¬
had given way to a perpetual green¬ mer and winter, yet there were no¬
ish dusk through which we raced where any buildings or signs of life,
with nightmare speed. I glanced at nothing but the two little rivers and
the dials that recorded our progress the rolling fields that extended away
and position in time, and noted that to the horizon.
already we had gone ahead almost A glance at the dials told me that
four months into the future, while we had progressed through time some
our progress was now doubling every twelve thousand years, since our
few minutes.. Passing over northern start. I heard Lantin utter a low
Pennsylvania, I saw the ground below exclamation, and looked up to see him
turning to a blotched, patchy gray, gazing intently toward the north,
the composite impression of weeks of through one of the side windows.
snow and ice, below. The gray soon Moving over beside him, I looked
faded, changed to green, with the also, and saw, away on the distant
coming of spring. The cycle of green northern horizon, a speck of gleam¬
and white was repeated, again and ing white. We were still racing on
again, until we were speeding through time, and as we watched,
through the years too swiftly to see that white spot spread, expanded,
it, and white and green had merged grew to a thick line of dazzling white
into a drab color that hung over all that lay across all the north horizon.
the landscape below. The white expanse grew still, com¬
By the time we passed over western ing nearer and nearer toward us,
Ohio, our car was racing into the fu¬ rolling slowly south and covering all
ture with a speed of nearly ten years the country it passed over with a
a minute. At this speed, we saw little blanket of whiteness. It came near¬
of human activities below. There er toward us, moving with very slow
were blurred, vague outlines of cities speed, considering the rapidity of
now and then, but these were only our progress in time. Now, above the
hazy, indefinite masses that passed shrill winds around us, there came the
from view as we fled on westward in dull, grinding roar of the white
the car. blanket’s passage. South rolled the
Soon, though, Lantin slowed the gleaming sheet, until it had almost
car’s progress through space and be¬ reached the ground directly beneath
476 WEIRD TALES
the ear. I recognized, now, the with our stopping, the winds outside
material of that gleaming expanse. the car died away and we had a
“Ice!” I shouted in Lantin’s ear, chance to converse in normal tones.
and he started, glanced down toward “Nothing but ice here,” said Lan-
it, then nodded. A moment he studied tin, “and we can’t tell how long it
the grinding wave below, then leaned will last. I think the best plan would
over and shouted a single word in my be to sweep around in a great circle,
ear: and look for any signs of the Raider’s
‘ ‘ Glacier! ’ ’ presence., If we see nothing we can
The word was like a blinding flood go on into time and stop every few
of light on my thoughts. A glacier! hundred years to circle again.”
And that was the meaning of this I agreed, and we put the idea into
white tide from the north, this vast, effect at once, rising to a height of
resistless flood of ice that was rolling nearly two miles and then racing
south over the world as it had rolled away to the west in a curving course
ages before. The mightiest force on that would eventually bring us back
earth, and the slowest, moving with to our starting point. As we sped
deliberate, unswerving steadiness, on, both Lantin and myself were at
calm and majestic, carving mountains the observation windows, scanning
and valleys, changing the very face the landscape in every direction, but
of the earth. It had swept down over only boundless fields of ice met our
the earth before, had forced primeval eyes.
man down to the very equator before We reached a point some two hun¬
it receded, and now the thing was re¬ dred miles north of our starting posi¬
enacting itself before my eyes. tion, and had begun to curve back
Fascinated, I watched the white toward that position, when Lantin
masses forging south. uttered a sudden exclamation and
hastily stopped the car’s progress.
W hile we hung high above it, the “Look!” he cried, excitedly, point¬
gleaming, solid flood rolled on ing away to the north.
until it had obscured the last speck At first I could see only the glar¬
of land on the southern horizon, so ing ice, when I gazed in that direc¬
that as far as we could see stretched tion, but gradually my eyes made
nothing but the glistening fields of out a distant spot of black against the
ice. The air in the car had become horizon. Before I could comment on
suddenly bitter cold, and as frost and it, Lantin headed the car around and
rime began to congeal on the win¬ opened up on the power so that we
dows, I hastened over to the heating shot north toward that distant spot
apparatus and switched it on. The with full speed.
glasses cleared soon, and we sped on On we went, until the spot had
into the future, but the white ex¬ changed to a thick line, and its color
panse below us seemed changeless. from black to green. And as we
I plucked at Lantin’s sleeve, and neared it, we saw that there the ice
when he turned, shouted to him, “Go ended, and beyond it were green
back?”, pointing to the gleaming fields and hills and valleys, with
frozen masses below. patches of gnarled, stunted trees here
“No!” he yelled, over the roar of and there.
the gale; “I’m going to circle a bit.” On we fled, still north, until the ice
With the words, he snapped off the fields had faded from view behind
time-wave, and we came to a rest, in us, and the chilling cold we had felt
time. The dials now registered a above them had given way to a sum¬
little over fifteen thousand years, and mer warmth. And the first dwarfed
THE TIME-RAIDER 477
trees had changed- to towering giants gazing at the outline of the distant
of the forest, though mostly the coun¬ city. He had brought the car to rest,
try below us was open fields and and together we looked away toward
ranges of green-clad hills. that metropolis of the future.
“I can’t understand it,” I told “We must go there,” I said rapid¬
Lantin. ‘ ‘ Who ever heard of a warm, ly. “Spy out the place from a dis¬
semi-tropical country like this exist¬ tance, learn what we can about it.
ing farther north than fields of Do you think that it is the home of
glacial ice?” the Raider?”
“It is strange,” he admitted, “but “It may be,” he said, “but we
it’s understandable, at that. You re¬ must be careful, Wheeler. It wouldn’t
member the explorer who found that do to enter that place blindly, not
warm, sunken valley in Alaska, some¬ knowing what manner of people in¬
where? It was heated by steam, habit it. Nor can we risk having the
literally, for the interior fires of the car destroyed or taken from us, as it’s
earth had in some way bulged up our only way to get back to our own
near the surface of the ground, there, time. The best plan would be to hide
and their heat acting on the valley’s the car some distance from the city,
springs and rivers made it a great and then go nearer on foot, learning
steam-heated depression of almost as much as we can about the place
tropical warmth. Probably the same before venturing inside. ’ ’
thing has happened here, a shift of And so we decided. Starting the
the earth’s interior forcing up part car again, we sped along low over the
of its inner molten, core, the heat of ground, and finally, some five miles
which would counteract the glacier away from the city, came across a
and keep it from covering this sec¬ little range of rugged hills which ap¬
tion of the country. Strange things peared quite wild and uninhabited,
happen under the earth’s surface, like all the rest of the country we had
Wheeler.” traversed so far. On the slope of one
“You may be right,” I said, “but of these hills was a little, shelflike
there’s no life here, Lantin. No-” clearing, patched with small trees,
I broke off, suddenly, staring out. of and we selected this for our hiding
the car’s western windows.. The west¬ place, bringing the car gently down
ern sky was glowing, for it was near to rest on the ground there.
to sunset, and there, far away, stand¬ We stepped out, cramped and stiff
ing out black against the brilliant from our hours in the car, and then
sky, was a city. proceeded at once to hide it, breaking
It was a city of enchantment-, seen off big branches from the trees
from our car. The jagged, serrated around us and planting them in the
outline of its buildings loomed black¬ ground in such fashion that any
ly against the glowing light, like the casual passer-by would never have
skyline of New York at the same suspected the car’s existence. When
hour. The buildings were all square it was concealed to Lantin’s satis¬
and solid in appearance, and at the faction, we made a hasty meal from
center of them there rose one build¬ the food brought with us, and then
ing that towered far above the others, prepared for our trip toward the city.
to a mighty height, its straight, per¬ The rifles we left in the car, as they
pendicular sides aud flat roof stand¬ were too heavy and cumbersome to
ing up above the others, frowningly, carry through the thick underbrush
brutally dominating them. that lined the slopes around us. but
There was a gasp at my side, and I we looked to the pistols in our belts,
turned to see that Lantin was also which were of almost as heavy a cali-
478 WEIRD TALES
marched on down the street toward sword or dagger at their belts, and
the gigantic central edifice, taking some big battle-axes. BrOwn-skinned
Lantin with them. I saw him look¬ and white-skinned, with one or two
ing back as he went, and would have blacks, they were a fierce-faced com¬
given much to have been able to call pany, and after scrutinizing me for a
out to him, but my guards gave me second, went on pacing back and
no chance to do so, pushing me ahead forth across the room, for all the
■of them toward the building in front world like a den of eaged tigeys.
of us. They spoke little, and glared as they
A high arched entrance cut into passed one another.
the curving wall of the building, While I stared at them, one of their
which was one of the largest I had number came up and seated himself
yet noted. Through this open door beside me. He was a slender, dark¬
led a broad flight of low steps, but haired young man, dressed in a
my guards did not enter that way, ragged coat of bottle-green trimmed
taking me some distance around the in silver, with very tight knee-
building’s side to a smaller door that breeches of the same material. Like
was set in the wall close to the the rest, he was hatless, and carried
ground. Pushed ahead of them, I at his belt a long, slender rapier. He
stumbled inside and found myself in caught my glance at his garments,
a long, smooth-walled corridor, down and smiled in so winning a fashion
whieh we went. that I smiled back, involuntarily.
There were closed doors here and Then a wave of sudden warmth
there along the hall’s length, and in surged through me, for he spoke in
front of the last one lounged three or English.
four of the guards, who looked up in¬ “Burn me,” he drawled, in a soft,
curiously as we approached. My cap- languid voice, “I don’t blame you
tors spoke a few words to these, who for eyeing my clothes, but then,
nodded, and unlocked the door they y’see, the tailors here are cursed
guarded. A rough shove sent me poor. ’ ’
staggering through the door, and as I leaned toward him, eagerly.
I pitched forward on my face, I heard “You speak English!” I cried.
it clang shut behind me. ‘ ‘ Then how did you get here ? What
I rose to my feet and looked is this place, this city? And what
around. The room itself was quite are we brought here for?”
unremarkable, about twenty feet At my rush of questions he drew
square, walled with smooth stone, and back a little, frowning in a puzzled
windowless, being lit by several of manner. “What are we brought
the ruddy-glowing bulbs that were here for ? ” he repeated. ‘ ‘ Why, man,
set in the ceiling. But the score or you know as well as I do, why we’re
more of men who were in the room, here. ’ ’
and who had started up at my sud¬ “Not I!” I said, and his frown
den entrance, were of intense inter¬ deepened, as he doubtfully considered
est to me. me.
Sinking down onto a bench against “But you’re from the pit,” he
the wall, I regarded them. They said, “the same as the rest of us,”
were extraordinary in appearance and he waved a hand toward the
and expression. All were dressed in others in the room.
ragged and torn costumes of cloth, “The pit!” I repeated:, puzzled,
save for one hulking fellow who wore and he must have seen from my ex¬
a tunic of tanned skins. I was sur¬ pression that I did not understand
prized to see that all of them carried (Continued on page 568)
“In the glowing, rosy-amber jar was the shapely
form of Djenane Hanoum!”
the accumulating of antique speci¬ Well, and that is that: either you
mens of Oriental weaving: rugs from still maintain that a rug is but some¬
Bokhara and silken Samareand, from thing to put on the floor, or else you
Shiraz, and Herat of the Hundred have grasped some conception of the
Gardens; prayer rugs, palace carpets, fanaticism that consumes the con¬
or the priceless fabric that graced the firmed collector of antique rugs. If
floor of a nomad’s tent in Turkestan. the former, well and good: de gusti-
Rugs are many, and their enumera¬ bus non disputandum est. But if the
tion lengthy; and the study of their latter, if you have grasped the idea,
personality and traits is the pursuit then perhaps you will understand
of a lifetime. Some are prized for why I crave a bit of fresh air and a
their beauty and matchless crafts¬ change of scene whenever I catch a
manship; others for their exceeding whiff of attar of roses, or a glimpse
rarity; and some for the sake of all of a fine, hard-spun silken cord.
those qualities.
Once one has succumbed to the sor¬ I was making one of my customary
cery of a Bijar that covered the dirt reconnaissances, prowling tours in
floor of a Kurdish hovel, or a silken search of the perfect rug, the won¬
Kashan that hung, suspended by sil¬ drous prize; though what I’d have
ver rings, on the walls of a king’s done with it is a bit beyond me, unless
palace, one is beyond redemption, or I’d have tacked it to the ceiling. All
the desire of redemption. It is even other space is occupied. Further¬
as though one had become addicted more, I am at times heretical enough
to the smoke of the poppy, or to the to fancy that it is better to know that
grain of hasheesh dissolved in wine. the rent, due on the morrow, will be
One’s house becomes a place designed in cash available for payment to the
for the sheltering and storing of landlord instead of being draped over
rare rugs; though, of course, the col¬ a lounge, or parked on the last bit of
lector himself has no moral scruples vacant wall or floor space.
about utilizing a bit of that same A chubby, oily little fellow from
shelter for himself. somewhere in Asia Minor, with fea¬
One may wear last year’s overcoat, tures that combined Mephisto with
and have last year’s shoes half-soled; Kewpie, approached and offered his
but one can always raise the price, services, assuring me that some rare
however exorbitant, of a threadbare bargains would be auctioned off that
Ladik, a battle-scarred Ghiordes, or a afternoon. I assured him that I was
moth-eaten Feraghan. merely prowling about.
Thus, though Morgan Revell was “A fine Kirman. Worth seven
exaggerating when he smiled in a way hundred dollars,” he began, just
reminiscent of a cat who has just had from force of habit. “Perhaps you
a pleasant tete-a-tete with a canary, will bid on it? Get it for two-three
and remarked, “I’d cheerfully have hundred.”
committed murder for that rug,” he I didn’t bother to tell him that I’d
was well within the limits of poetic not use it for a bath mat; that it was
license. Not that he would actually a sickly-looking mess, with its flabby
consider going as far as rope, pistol, texture, its aniline dyes, bleached to
or poison; in fact, I think he would unnatural softness, and its fearful,
stop short of breaking and entering. glassy luster gained from glycerin
But the fact remains that trifles can and hot rollers, and that it would
not stand in one’s way when a really hardly be a fit companion for a Kir¬
rare rug is in sight. And very often man rose-rug of the old school. So
a jest is the essence of truth. he left me to my own devices, to tear
SALADIN’S THRONE-RUG 483
Just what device would minimize rouks were extolled and lauded with
his chances of noticing the true na¬ all the dramatic art and perjury at
ture of what was passing through his the command of auctioneers hailing
hands? And then came the solution. from the Near East. And under the
“Boy, come here a minute!’’ floodlights, those pseudo-royal rugs
One of the uniformed porters ap¬ did have a magnificent appearance.
proached, I gave him his instructions, “How much am I offered for this
also a couple of dollar bills, and the Royal Sarouk? This magnificent,
promise of as much more if the ruse lustrous carpet! It is worth a thou¬
worked; also the promise that I’d sand dollars! Am I offered seven
hunt him up and down the earth with hundred? Seven hundred? They
a sawed-off shotgun if he failed me. are getting scarcer every day! A
It was now 1:30, and the auction genuine, Royal Sarouk! Do I hear
was to begin at 2. Prospective bid¬ five hundred? Is there no one here
ders were already taking seats before who really knows rugs? This is not
the auctioneer’s rostrum. The aver¬ a floor covering, this is—four hun¬
age bargain hunter has such sublime dred ? Thank you. I am offered four
confidence in his or her ability to pick hundred dollars. That shouldn’t
a rug or other precious article at first even buy the fringe! Will someone
glance that few bother to examine the give me five hundred? Did I hear
treasures before bidding; and thus four fifty? Seventy-five. . . Eighty?
no one intruded on my final study of Thank you. Who offers five hun¬
the fragment I had unearthed. dred? . . .”
I contrived to decipher the inscrip¬ And thus through the heap of rugs.
tion in the remaining half of the cen¬ Then came some Bokhara saddle-bags,
tral medallion I’d stumbled across. one at a time; then more “Royal”
And although I’m no scholar, I can Bijars, and Kashans, and Kirmans.
in a pinch hammer out a few words Valiantly the plump Mephisto, plead¬
of Arabic, and get enough to supply ing, groaning, holding out for just
at least the context of an inscription. one more dollar, perjured his way
through the stacks beside the rostrum.
And all the while the porter paraded
up and down the aisle, giving the bid¬
ders a glimpse of the articles in ques¬
This much I could gather; the upper tion.
half of the inscription, in the missing Finally, after an hour’s exhorting,
upper half of the medallion, doubtless after the perspiration was trickling
contained the preliminary honorifics, down his cheeks and glistening on
and perhaps even the name of the his brow, after fatigue had left its
prince to whom the rug had been marks on the chubby auctioneer, the
presented. Presented where ? At porter handed him the fragment I
Trebizond, Damascus, Ispahan, Bagh¬ had discovered.
dad. . .? What king? Shah Abbas? Under that powerful light, its
Nadir Shah? Who had received the suave magnificence glowed forth
servile protestations of this prince¬ through the coating of dust and dirt.
ling, Abimilki? Devil take that light! But thanks to
the nap’s being worn so close, the
T he opening of the daily auction now weary auctioneer, somewhat
broke into my reflections. I dulled by fatigue, did not sense
caught the eye of the porter I had that he held the remains of a
bribed, and then found a seat. silken rug in his hands; nor did the
“Royal” Bijars and “Royal” Sa- silver bullion ground below the me-
SALADIN’S THRONE-RUG 485
dallion betray itself. The porter had the beak of a bird of prey took the
handed him the end nearest the orig¬ seat next to me; a Turk, perhaps, or
inal center, where the medallion a Kurd whom civilization had not
reached from border to border, and robbed of his alert, predatory air and
where consequently there was no sil¬ desert gauntness.
ver ground to meet his fingertips. “And ten!” I snapped back.
Then, scarcely had the orator opened
“One-fifty,” enunciated the new¬
his harangue, the porter snatched
comer.
the precious fabric and was dashing
Hell’s hinges! Who was that fool ?
down the aisle, holding it as well
And who ever heard of an Oriental,
knotted up as he could contrive with¬
unless he were a dealer, caring a
out seeming to do so.
happy hoot about the threadbare,
Noble African! Nevertheless, it
worn fragment of an antique ring.
was a ticklish moment.
“And seventy-five!”
“How much am I offered for this That ought to stop him. But it
antique rug?” he had begun, flashing didn’t. Not for a moment.
it beneath the flaring floodlight, be¬ “Two hundred,” he pronounced.
fore yielding it to the eager porter. And when I raised him twenty-five,
“Yes, sir, I know it is half of a rug, he did as much for me, and without
but it is old and very rare. It is an batting an eyelash. I prayed that
antique Tabriz. . . ” some angel would slip me the handle
Which proved that he’d never seen of a meat-ax, and then offered fifty
it before I’d exhumed it from that more.
dark, dusty corner! That he’d not The auctioneer beamed and gloated
noticed the silver ground! Tabriz. . . and rubbed his hands, and praised
pure and simple improvisation on his heaven for connoisseurs who appreci¬
part. ated antiques. The porter, from force
‘ ‘ Sixty dollars ? Thank you. I am of habit, once more began to deploy
offered sixty. It is worth several the precious piece to egg on the bid¬
hundred. A rare old Tabriz. Seventy ? ders, but, catching my eye, he de¬
Thank you, madam!” sisted; though it could have done no
Damn that school-teacher! What harm, for that relentless heathen at
made her think it was worth seventy ? my right was out for that rug. That
Though she might be a decoy to raise “El-hamdu li-lldh!” was the incredu¬
the bids. lous gasp of one who has stumbled
So I came up five. around a corner and met fate face to
“Will anyone offer a hundred? face; it would be my roll against his.
Ninety? Give me ninety for this rare “Three-fifty!” he announced,
old—I am offered ninety! Will some¬ scarcely giving the overjoyed auc¬
one make it a hundred?” tioneer a chance to acknowledge my
I rather fancied that my ninety-five last bid.
would land it. “Five hundred!” was my last de¬
“Ninety-five . . . once . . . ninety- spairing effort.
five . . . twice . . And five-fifty came like the crack
The porter was already thrusting of doom.
another piece into the auctioneer’s The stranger rose from his seat,
weary fingers. peeled a wad of bills from a roll that
But before the hammer could would have choked a rhinoceros,
drop- and claimed his prize. Have it de¬
“El hatndu li-lldh!” gasped some¬ livered ? Absolutely not! And when
one at my right. ‘' One hundred! ’ ’ I saw the look in his eye,
A lean foreigner with a nose like and the gesture with which he
WEIRD TALES
draped that scrap over his arm, I Ilderim Shirkuh bin Ayyub. Very
kaew that all the wealth of the Indies impressive. But what of it ? Though
could not separate him from one there was something familiar about
thread of that ancient relic. that resonant handle.
He led the way to a car parked at
I climbed to my feet and strode the curbing.
down the aisle, talking to myself
in non-apostolic tongues. But as I
reached the paving, my meditations
D uring our drive north, bin Ayyub
maintained a reflective silence
were interrupted.
that gave me a bit of time for my own
“Allow me to thank you, effendi.” thoughts. And as the long, aristo¬
It was the foreigner, still caressing cratic car purred its way toward the
the nap of the precious fragment he Gold Coast, I began to sense that I
had draped over his arm. had indeed fallen into something.
“I owe you a great deal for hav¬ True, I had lost the prize I had
ing discovered this piece. Though I sought to capture; but had I made
was almost too late.” the grade, I’d probably have re¬
I couldn’t resist that courtly man¬ mained in ignorance of its entire
ner, that cordial good-fellowship. The significance.
bird of prey had laid aside his preda¬ A few blocks past the Edgewater
tory maimer and seemed really over¬ Beach Hotel we drew up before an
joyed about something; happiness, ancient, bulky mansion set back of an
exaltation were mingled with his tri¬ acre of lawn; a great house, its dig¬
umph. nity still overshadowing its approach¬
‘‘Don’t thank me; thank my slim ing decrepitude; an outlaw, a rebel
bank roll,” I laughed, and swallowed that still withstood the encroachment
the remnants of my disappointment. of apartments and apartment hotels.
“I have been hunting that piece A negro, arrayed in a striped
for years,” continued the stranger. kuftdn and wearing a massive, spi¬
‘ ‘ In Stamboul, Sultanabad, Tabriz . .. rally twisted turban, ushered us into
New York . . . London . . . wherever
a dimly lit salon which, though almost
rugs are sold. And now I, or rather
bare of furniture, was magnificently
you, have found it. I regret your
carpeted and tapestried with ancient,
disappointment. But I had to have
lustrous Persian rugs. Clusters of
that rug,” he concluded, speaking his
arms and armor placed at intervals
last phrase in the tone of a bigoted
Moslem announcing his belief in the along the walls gleamed icily in the
unity of Allah. dull light of several great, brazen
“So I noted,” was my reply; floor-lamps. It seemed almost sacri¬
though it wasn’t as ill-natured as it lege to tread on that magnificent
may sound. palace carpet whose exquisite loveli¬
“If you can spare the time, I shall ness, framed by a border of hardwood
tell you the story. And show you the floor, reminded me of a diamond set
other half of the rug. You knew of off by its background of onyx.
course that there was another half.” Bin Ayyub finally broke the silence
This was becoming interesting. he had maintained; for as we entered,
' ‘ I suspected as much; though who, he had with a gesture invited me to
and where-” be seated, he himself remaining on his
“I am Ilderim Shirkuh bin Ay- feet, preoccupied, regarding the pre¬
yub,” announced the stranger, and cious fragment he had captured, look¬
bowed in response to my acknowledg¬ ing at it as though all the splendor
ment of the introduction. about him was cheap and tawdry
SALADIN’S THRONE-RUG 487
“You are wrong, quite wrong. I wondered how Saoud could en¬
For since I need that wall space for dure it at such close range. And
Saladin’s throne-rug, I shall give you then, drinking fully of the potent
that Ispahan with my thanks and wave that swept past me, I lost all
apologies-” physical sensation save that of float¬
* ‘ Apologies ? ’ ’ ing in a sea of torrid, confusing
“Yes. For what I am giving you sweetness. And then the African re¬
is a worthless rag compared with placed the cover of the jar. I fancied
what I took from you this after¬ that he reeled ever so slightly as he
noon.” withdrew from that throbbing lumi¬
Such generosity is dizzying. That nous fountain of unbelievable fra¬
small, perfect Ispahan would be grance, and wondered that he did not
worth several thousand dollars even collapse.
had it been ragged as a last year’s Bin Ayyub had apparently forgot¬
bird’s nest. I was stumped, stopped ten my presence. He sipped his
dead. coffee, and with half-closed eyes
stared into the depths of the urn.
S aoud, entering with coffee, inter¬ The unfathomable, perfect peace
which Moslems wish each other with
rupted my thanks. After having
served the steaming, night-black, their “Es-Salaam Aleika” has de¬
deathly bitter beverage, the negro scended upon him: keyf, the placid
took his post at the farther end of the enjoyment of wakefulness that is half
salon, in front of a pair of heavy cur¬ sleep.
tains that I fancied must conceal an The silence, the utter repose was
alcove. contagious. I found myself gazing,
“In El-Kahireh it is the custom to eyes half out of focus, at the throne-
perfume one’s coffee with a tiny bit rug. . .
of ambergris,” remarked bin Ayyub. And then I sensed that eyes were
“But I have devised a more subtle staring at me from some place of con¬
combination. ’ ’ cealment. I turned and caught a
In response to the master’s nod, glimpse of a dainty armful, shapely
Saoud parted the silver-embroidered and elegantly contoured: a girl with
curtains and caught them on the hilts
smoldering, saracenic eyes, pools of
of the simitars that hung at each
dusky enchantment. Just for an
side of the alcove. A great jar, fully
instant I held her level, unabashed
as tall as the negro, and gracefully
gaze which lingered long enough to
curved as a Grecian amphora, glowed
in the level, sunset rays like a mon¬ let me fully sense her imperious
strous, rosy-amber bead. calm and composure. It was just a
He lifted the cover of the jar: and glimpse, barely enough to let me
from it rolled a wave of overwhelm¬ recognize the transparent, olive com¬
ing sweetness, an unearthly fragrance plexion and faintly aquiline features
so curiously blended that I could not of a Transcaucasian, a Gurjestani, the
pick the dominant odor. Jasmine, or most flawlessly lovely of all Oriental
the rose of Naishapflr, or all the women. And then the portieres
mingled spices of Cebu and Saigon. . . closed on the vision.
with undertones of sandalwood and What a mad afternoon! The
patchouli. . . A dizzying madness, a throne-rug of Saladin . . . and then
surge of intoxicating warmth and the descendant of that great prince
richness poured resistlessly from the . . . and that girl, with her smolder¬
glowing, pulsating, almost transpar¬ ing, kohl-darkened eyes . . . the fa¬
ent depths of that great urn. miliar spirit of the urn whose
SALADIN’S THRONE-RUG 489
The clicking of the latch behind all, this bin Ayyub person is a rara
me reminded me that I was again in avis, and all that, if at all. Who ever
the city of Chicago; and the Ispahan heard of one of those beggars who had
did not let me forget that I had any appreciation of an antique rug?”
actually been awake the past few “What about-?”
hours. “Rot! Whoever you were going to
“Very well, have it your own way. to convince Revell that I had not
You know, it really may be quite pos¬ been releasing an Arabian fantasy,
sible. Only, it’s just a bit unusual, I decided to take him along.
if you know what I mean,” Revell ‘ ‘ Cheers, old bean! ’ ’ greeted Revell.
finally conceded as I completed my ‘ ‘ I was just thinking. . . . But how
repetition of the story, and added do you like it?”
bits of color I had omitted the first
It, the throne-rug of Saladin,
time. ‘‘Not that I doubted your stared me in the face: rich, lustrous,
word. But in all honesty, old onion,
magnificent, now that it had been
can you blame me for being a shade
cleaned, and the pieces spliced to¬
skeptical? When even the Shah’s
gether.
palace in Teheran is cluttered with
gilt bric-a-brac, and modern Sultan- ‘‘Where in-?”
Revell laughed at my amazement.
ieh rugs, and all that sort of atrocious
‘‘Most amazing, what? But don’t
thing. Beastly taste these beggars
show. But this bin Ayyub fellow rub your eyes. It is exactly what it
looks like: the rug of the justly popu¬
may be an exception. Though I con¬
lar Saladin. I was just thinking of
tend that whatever the art the Orient
asking you to translate the inscrip¬
provides is the result of instinct and
tion. Couldn’t remember the exact
not intent.”
wording you gave me several nights
I granted most of his contentions.
ago.”
And then we discussed the great jar
‘‘Devil take inscriptions! How
of attar, and the surpassing loveli¬
did you get it? Unless he suddenly
ness of bin Ayyub’s ‘‘family.”
needed the money. ’ ’
‘‘Most fascinating, really. This ‘‘You could have done the same
sounds like what people think the thing,” Revell began, as he poured
Orient ought to be, but never actually himself a drink, then painstakingly
is. Hour is, and incense, and all that selected a cigar. ‘‘Especially after I
sort of thing. ’ ’ told you in so many words how to go
Then, just as he left: ‘‘By the way, about it.”
did you ever read the quaint little ‘‘How come, told me how to go
tale of Aladdin’s lamp?” about it?”
‘‘Sure. What of it?” This was too much for me. He VI
‘‘Nothing, really nothing at all. been up to dirty work of some kind.
Merely curious, you know.” It was unbelievable that he had pur¬
Now what had that buzzard meant chased that rug; and I doubted that
by that remark? A subtle way of he was clever enough to have out¬
calling me an out-and-out romancer? witted bin Ayyub. Then what?
Or did he mean that in getting my Breaking and entering? Well, not
Ispahan I had stumbled into some¬ very likely.
thing, Aladdinlike? “The last thing I said the other
And then I carefully examined the night was something about Aladdin’s
Ispahan. No, Revell had not palmed lamp. I fancy you recollect. But I
it and left a replica in its place. was jolly well certain you’d not fol¬
Strangely enough, he had not even low my train of thought. Well . . .
tried to trade or bargain for it. the magician from El Moghreb
paraded up and down in front of
Tt was fully two weeks before I Aladdin’s palace, offering to ex¬
A could find time to call on bin change old lamps for new ones. And
Ayyub to inspect the restoration of the princess — Mrs. Aladdin — was
the throne-rug. But finally I did con¬ tickled pink to take an unfair ad¬
trive to find some spare time, and just vantage of an old man’s foolishness.
WEIRD TALES
So she joyously swapped the greasy, went to my head, seeing that it was
tarnished old magic lamp for a nice, mainly my fault for having set Revell
new one. Never occurred to Aladdin on the trail.
to tell the young person his wife that “Listen, you damned coyote!”
the rather crude old lamp was of I gripped Revell by the shoulder by
some value. Simple, really.” way of emphasis. He blinked in
“Do you mean to say-?” amazement.
“Oh, yes, quite. Exactly, in fact. “Listen and get me straight:
Mrs. bin Ayyub greatly fancied a you’re going to return that rug here
lovely Anatolian silk rug about the and now. Bin Ayyub treated me like
same size as the revered Saladin’s a gentleman. And moreover, it’s my
throne-rug, which, by the way, she fault if that girl gets the daylights
thought was a bit passe. Liked my hammered out of her; my fault, and
silk rug; bright colors, and not at all yours. ’ ’
worn, and all that sort of thing. So “Come now, try and act natur¬
we swapped; and I fancy I noted a ally, ” mocked Revell, who had mas¬
gleam of triumph or something like tered his amazement at my outburst.
that in her most fascinating eyes. “I, return that rug? Absurd. Really
Charming creature, yes?” preposterous. Why, as I said, I’d
And then I exploded. have committed-”
“You ought to be shot! He’ll beat And then Revell stared as I leaped
the tar out of her. He’ll flay her to the arm of a davenport, reached
alive-” up, and yanked Saladin’s throne-rug
‘ ‘ Regrets, and all that, surely. But from its place on the wall.
caveat emptor still holds good. She “Wait a minute. This is getting a
had no business messing around with bit thick. I say-”
the master’s trinkets. After all, a By this time I was seeing red and
bit of deceit-” also other colors.
“And that girl will surely smell “One more word out of you and
hell-” I’ll knock your head off! I’m taking
“Much regret, certainly. But real¬ this rug back to its owner. Get me?”
ly, would you have me pass up such Revell is far from yellow. But
an opportunity? I’d cheerfully have somehow, I convinced him. The last
committed murder for that rug. As glimpse I had of him, he was the color
of an old saddle, and choking for
Revell smiled at the memory of his breath.
exceeding cleverness, and gazed at “Really now, but this is a bit
the throne-rug of Saladin with that thick,” he contrived, as I slammed
fanatic affection comprehensible only the door. I missed the rest, but I am
to a collector. sure that for the next fifteen minutes
And that smile drove me mad. it was a bit thick in the Revell apart¬
Thanks to my babbling, Revell had ment.
turned a very clever trick; and Throne-rug trailing over my shoul¬
thanks also to me, that dainty girl’s der, I hopped a taxi and proceeded
shoulders ... no, bin Ayyub wouldn’t to bin Ayyub’s house.
beat her himself; he’d have black
Saoud lay aside his duties of foot¬ B in ayyub himself admitted me. I
man, pipe-bearer and coffee-grinder, recognized him simply because
and peel every inch of skin off her no mask could disguise those lean,
shoulders. The noble Turk is a man aquiline features; but this which
of few words and short temper when faced me was but a simulacrum of the
dealing with his family. All of which vital personality I had -met two weeks
SALADIN’S THRONE-RUG 493
ago. His face was unshaven; his eyes mark had been the thrust of incan¬
were cavernous and dull, lifeless; descent iron.
gone was all save the shell of Bin Ayyub rose. I wondered if
Saladin’s descendant. The change this was to terminate the interview.
was so startling, so dismaying, that It seemed that he might at least have
for the moment I forgot the throne- thanked me, despite my having been
rug I carried, rolled up under my the cause of his annoyance.
arm. “I have dismissed Saoud for the
In view of the denunciation and day. But I myself will prepare
wrath I expected, accusations of hav¬ coffee. One moment, please.”
ing played a part in the trickery of
The aura of unbounded misery and
Revell, this listlessness of bin Ayyub corroding despair remained, lingering
left me dazed and wondering.
after the portieres had hidden bin
“I am glad to see you, effendi,” he Ayyub from sight. Not even the
murmured, as he conducted me into clanging of the brazen pestle where¬
the salon. He had not offered to take with he pulverized the freshly roasted
my hat and coat; had not noticed the coffee could infuse a trace of life into
bundle I carried. the somber magnificence of that rich
‘ ‘ The throne rug, ’ ’ I began, offering salon. The order of nature had been
him the precious roll. “I regret-” upset: this was the house of one
“Spare your regrets. It was my whose spirit had died a thousand
fault. I should have told Djenane deaths without having deprived the
Hanoum of its value.” body of life. Not even the return of
He took the rug with a listlessness the throne-rug had aroused a sparkle
that amazed me, and, moving as one of the vital, predatory spirit of that
suddenly aroused from sound sleep, fierce Kurd whose eyes had but two
spread it across a couch. weeks ago flamed exultantly as he told
“I feared-” of the enemy who had unwisely
“That I suspected you?” inter¬ walked by moonlight.
rupted bin Ayyub. “No. I knew Bin Ayyub’s entry with a tray in¬
you were not guilty. You know who terrupted my reflections.
is guilty; but since he must be one One of the tiny eggshell cups was
who has eaten your bread and salt, I white, the other, deep blue.
can not ask you to betray him.” “No, effendi, blue is the color of
Bin Ayyub seemed to forget that I mourning; take the white one.”
was not bound by the Moslem’s belief A light began to dawn on me. The
in the sanctity of bread and salt. But color of mourning ... he had taken
now that I had returned the rug, why this tactful way of letting me know
bother about the trickster, Revell? that my presence was an intrusion on
“Nor have I time to hunt him,” his sorrow. But, if there had been a
continued bin Ayyub. “I have been death in the family, why that flash of
waiting for you to return Saladin’s abysmal despair when a few moments
throne-rug. And now that that is ago I had suggested that jsinee he once
done, I have little time for hunting more had the tlirone-rug, he need not
him.” bother to hunt whoever it was that
“But now there’s no need of hunt¬ had tricked Djenane Hanoum?
ing him,” I suggested. “You have “Bismillnhi!” murmured bin Ay¬
your rug.” yub, then tasted his coffee. After a
Which I fancied was a sensible moment’s silence, he continued, “I
answer. But the look that flitted bear you no ill will for what has hap¬
across bin Ayyub’s face and took pened Naturally you would speak to
form in his eyes told me that my re¬ your friends of the Ispahan I gave
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They thronged about in a grisly rout, they caught at his silver rein;
“Avaunt, foul host! Tell Bahram’s ghost Falume has come to Spain!”
Then flame-arrayed rose Bahram’s shade: ‘ ‘ What would ye have, Falume ? ’ ’
* ‘ Ho, Bahram who on Earth I slew where Tagus ’ waters boom,
Now though I shore your life of yore amid the burning West,
I ride to Hell to bid ye tell where I may ride to rest.
My beard is white and dim my sight and I would fain be gone.
Speak without guile: where lies the isle of mystic Avalon ? ’ ’
tieres, woven with florid designs in me, and make pretense of stoning
red, gold and black. He pointed to me.”
the shrouded figure on the trestle- Heritage bowed. It seemed to him
board. very fitting that he should do these
“This is a princess royal,” he ex¬ things; and he carefully set down the
plained. “Her history is well candles, and took the stone that was
known to Egyptologists. Because handed him.
she refused to marry her own brother, “May the gods damn your soul for
her father the pharaoh caused her to sacrilege,” he said, his voice thin
be strangled, and her body denied the and high; and then he feebly cast the
sacred rites of sepulture. It was stone toward the old man, but not di¬
embalmed, but thrust into the dry rectly at him.
vegetable cellar of a slave’s house. I
It struck the window at the back of
bought it from a great museum of art
the room; several candles were over¬
and antiquities. It took all that I
turned,' and there was a chuckle of
had saved up by fifty years of toil
glass as one pane was demolished.
with my pen. Before the Nile grooved
its channel to the sea, it was written From the black night there entered
in the planets that I should perform through the broken window-pane two
this thing. But I can not accomplish black cats, with jade eyes. With sol¬
it alone.” emn tread, eyes set hard ahead, they
passed to the rude trestle, crouched,
Heritage gravely nodded. “What
and leaped upon it, one at the head,
then can I do?”
the other at the foot, and there began
The old gentleman handed him two
ceremoniously to wash their faces,
candles, which he had lighted.
their soot-black paws making mysteri¬
“You shall kneel at her feet while
ous and cabalistic signs like the
I recite the essential part of the an¬
passes of a necromancer or the incan¬
cient rite,” he said; and, directly
tations of a priest.
Heritage had kneeled, he began rap¬
idly to intone passages from the The old man nodded. “ It is well, ’ ’
Book of the Bead. he said; and stooping, lifted the light,
The wavering candle-light served dry mummy and bore it from the
to set everything in the still room in¬ room and out into the night, fol¬
to fluidity. The shrouded mummy lowed by the two black cats.
seemed to breathe rhythmically. In Heritage was left alone with many
the far comers of the room ludicrous candles, and the incense smoke from
shadows leaped and gamboled. Over a cracked saucer upon which smol¬
Heritage’s hands ran little rivulets dered strange gums and spices.
of hot wax; but he did not feel them, Presently, since the old man did
famine having already released him not return, he opened the front door
from the tyranny of pain. and passed through the weed-choked
Abruptly, the voice of the old man garden and resumed his way down
ceased. After a moment he said: the turnpike, now lighted faintly by
“There is no mummy case. That I the first hint of dawn. By it he per¬
could not afford to buy. So I have ceived that he was come to a covered
prepared a simple cedar box, lined toll-bridge spanning a river. Men had
with soft silk, outside in the grave I recently been at work restoring its
have digged for her. And now I planking; and just as Heritage was
must lift her in my arms and take about to plunge into the black tunnel,
her out; but this is sacrilege, and so, his eyes made out the fragments of
according to the immutable law of old a lunch one of the workmen had left
Egypt, you my acolyte must curse behind. There were dry crusts, the
498 WEIRD TALES
fat rind of a slice of ham, a bit of cram the morsels into his avid mouth.
cheese. And as he swallowed them without
With a little sob he sank upon his chewing, far away across the dark
knees in the wet grass and began to river a cock challenged the dawn.
more were trying to work up interest Sir Robert returned slowly to his
in a desultory cockfight near the seat behind the test-tubes. He
portcullis. Ho hum! Life was good. seemed older—grayer. “Call my
His head nodded forward on his son Brian,” he commanded at length.
breast. “This matter will require fighting,
He was awakened by a ragged methinks. Couteau, stay with me.”
thunder of hoofs upon the lowered He busied himself arranging his
drawbridge. He leaped to his feet, apparatus as the others departed.
all his sleepy content shattered, as a “You have heard of my foster-
wild-eyed horse charged into the brother since you returned with us
courtyard and plunged to a stop be¬ from Palestine?” he finally inquired.
fore him, in a great lather of sweat. “Merely his name, sir,” replied
From its back slid a bleeding bundle the other, “and that he holds Castle
of a man whom he recognized as the Bamecan, up the river.”
serf Gomar. “Oh, sir,” gabbled this “There is more to it than that,”
one, in a mixture of Saxon and Eng¬ said Sir Robert. ‘ ‘ Henry has an evil
lish which Gil still found hard to un¬ reputation. He dabbles in sorcery as
derstand, “oh, sir; Lady Constance! I do in alchemy. Perhaps he has had
I must to Lord Robert. Gray Henry, more success th'an I. So ’tis said by
the Wolf, has stolen-” the country-folk.”
Without pausing to finish, the serf He paused, paced back and forth
started into the castle at a slouching, for some moments, then resumed:
staggering run, and Couteau fol¬ “You have heard of the gray wolf of
lowed him, sword in hand. Bamecan?”
They found Sir Robert Fitzgerald, “Aye, sir, I have even thought a
lord of the castle, in an alcove off the little of a hunt to kill it, since there
main hall. He was dressed in a dust- is nothing else to do here, and the
colored robe, like the priest of some wolf’s deviltries are so numerous.”
occult order, and, surrounded by an “ ’Tis lucky you haven’t tried,
array of test-tubes and retorts, was Gil,” retorted the old man fiercely.
poring over a huge volume as they “He killed my uncle, you know, and
rushed in. people say—well I must out with it—
He leaped to his feet, however, and the people say that my cursed foster-
strode forward with a step which be¬ brother is-”
lied his sixty-five years. They were interrupted by a clatter
“Oh, sir,” cried the serf, throwing of spurs on the flagstones. Young
himself at the old man’s feet, “your Brian, heir and only son of Sir
daughter, Lady Constance, has been Robert, rushed in.
stolen-” “I have heard, Father,” he cried.
“By whom?” thundered Sir Rob¬ “Constance has been stolen by that
ert, jerking him to his feet as though fiend. Why do you stand there so
the burly Saxon had been a feather. quietly? Come! We must find her;
“By your foster-brother, Gray we must storm Castle Bamecan at
Henry,” sobbed the man. once.”
“Henry the Wolf,” whispered the He looked very handsome as he
old man, his face growing pale be¬ stood in his hunting clothes, for he
neath his long beard. “But that’s was tall and blond and very, very
impossible,” he cried, shaking the young, or at least so it seemed to
serf savagely. “She had three men- Couteau, who had fought seven weary
at-arms with her. Where are they?” years in Palestine.
“Dead! We were put upon in the “Sir Henry is too strong for us,
forest,” came the answer. boy,” reasoned his father. “We
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could never capture the castle. We rode back through the dark woods.
must try other measures. Let us ride His horse, which felt the distress of
at once, and try to reason with him. his rider, plunged and fretted.
I have known for years that he At last Brian pulled to a halt.
wished to marry Constance so that he “Father,” he said firmly, “I am re¬
might have a claim on my lands at maining here tonight to watch the
my death, but I never thought he castle. God knows what Gray Henry
would try this scurvy trick. If par¬ may try to do. I will keep Gomar
ley fails then we shall try other with me, since he knows the country
measures.” roundabout. We will keep a watch
the king in far-away London, and since that day. You swore eternal
prepared to take the law into his own devotion to me then. You are the
hands, although he well knew that only hope I have now, and I ask your
Castle Barnecan was better gar¬ aid.”
risoned than his own stronghold. “Sir,” replied Gil, “I will give my
Weapons were overhauled, equip¬ life gladly to help you. Also you
ment inspected and the fighting men must know that I have loved Lady
given instructions. Constance since first we met. There¬
The castle had sunk into compara¬ fore I am doubly bound. Command
tive quiet at sunrise, but was imme¬ me. ’ ’ He stood, tall and dark, before
diately roused by a shouting at the Sir Robert.
drawbridge. Rushing to a turret ‘ ‘ I would that we might storm that
they saw Gomar, his clothes again in cursed castle,” continued the old
ribbons, clinging to his horse’s neck man, “but we are not strong enough
to steady himself and doing his best to try, except as a last resort. Be¬
to attract the attention of the sides, many whom I love would be
guards. killed. Therefore, let us use strategy.
The bridge was lowered and he Do you know aught of werewolves?”
stumbled over, a pitiful figure, his “A little,” replied Gil briefly.
body covered with long scratches and “They are called loups-ganoux in my
jagged rents; his horse a lather of country.”
sweat and blood, almost spent. “Then from what you have seen
“Oh, sir,” he babbled, sinking and heard, you must know that my
down at the knight’s feet, “again I foster-brother seems to have discov¬
bring bad news. Your son Brian is ered that devilish art of changing
dead.” himself into a wolf at will.”
“How?” croaked Sir Robert. “I feared as much.”
“By the wolves,” wailed the man, “Listen carefully, then. The
shuddering and covering his faee nature of werewolves is such that
with his hands. ‘ ‘ Hundreds of them. they are allied to the powers of dark¬
Gray devils! We had no ehance, ness. Therefore they can never ap¬
though we killed scores. And the pear in the light. One imbued with
great gray wolf of Barnecan led such powers, therefore, can, and at
them. Oh sir, it is true Gray Henry last must, change into the wolfish
is a werewolf, or a devil! The great form at sundown—but—and here is
wolf killed Brian, dragged down his what I wish you to remember, my
horse, and tore the lad’s throat out son—he must change back into his
as I watched. I fled—they followed normal shape again at sunrise.”
—miles and miles. Oh God!” He “So I have heard.”
collapsed in a dead faint. “One thing more. Gray Henry
There was a hush in the castle that had the fingers of his right hand in¬
day. All had loved Brian. Now they jured years ago in the wars. This
waited for some aetion from Sir makes it hard for him to wield a
Robert. But he sat, old and gray, in sword, though on account of his giant
his alcove, slowly thumbing the pages stature no man could stand against
of his books on alchemy and staring him in his youth.
at his impotent retorts. “Think well over these things, my
At last he roused himself and sent boy, and do as you think best, but
for Couteau. “My friend,” he said remember that the werewolf has
gently, when the latter appeared, “I killed my unde and now my son, two
saved your life once in Palestine. I of the best swordsmen of the
have treated you as my foster-son country. ’ *
LOUP-GAEOU 503
T hat afternoon Gil Couteau sat Occasionally the beast would rise
again in the courtyard with his and pace stealthily back and forth
sword across his knees while the peo¬ before the door, walking with a slight
ple of the castle stared wonderingly limp of the right front leg, he
at his set face and fixed expression. noticed, and at such times its head
At sunset, when the shadows were was fully five feet above the floor.
creeping out of the forest and when Then it would stop, and, sitting on
the howling of the wolves, with which its haunches, leer wickedly at the
the countryside seemed alive, had set crouching girl, but never approach
the teeth of every man in the castle her.
chattering with vague but awful Wondering at this, Gil looked at
horror, he strapped his long sword
her again, and saw that she held
across his back, untied a skiff at the
against her breast a needlelike dag¬
riverside and rowed slowly away to¬
ger, ready to press it home, should
ward Bamecan.
the beast come nearer. He felt his
Dawn was faintly streaking the heart swell with pride in her, at her
sky when he reached his destination.
brave spirit and fearless courage.
The fortress rose steeply out of the
It was quite light now, and daring
river on one side, but the stones of
which it was built were so roughly to wait no longer, Gil loosened his
laid that it was easy for him to tie sword and squeezed himself through
the boat securely. Feeling his way the embrasure as quickly as the nar¬
inch by inch, he crept up the steep row space permitted.. Quick as he
wall. There were ivy and a few win¬ was, the monster had heard him, and
dow-slits to help him, but many times was upon him instantly as he leaped
he was forced to retrace part of his to the floor. Then began a struggle,
way, thinking each move would be the remembrance of which would
his last. sometimes, even years later, wake
His fingers were torn and bleeding; Couteau from sleep, sweating with
his limbs ached as though he had been terror.
on a torture-rack, when at last he It was like no fight he had ever
arrived at an embrasure for which
had, nor was it like the wolf-hunts
he had been making since he had seen
and boar-stickings in which he had
a light gleaming dully there as he
taken part. The loup-garou fought
approached the stronghold.
with human intelligence, dodging
Carefully he raised his eyes above
Gil’s swordthrusts with the speed of
the bottom of the slit and peered
within. What he saw there set his light, and always, always, parrying
heart thumping, half with terror, for a leap at his throat, which, if
half anger. On a stool in one comer successful, would mean an instant
of a small bare room crouched Lady end to the battle.
Constance, her clothing tom and di¬ Gil’s long sword was almost an im¬
sheveled ; her blond curls blood- pediment in that crowded space. He
smeared and tangled. longed for a dagger as he felt himself
At the other side of the room, be¬ slowly but surely giving ground be¬
fore the door, crouched a gigantic fore the plunges of'the werewolf.
gray wolf. Couteau felt his scalp Then, almost before he was aware,
stir as he looked, for this was some¬ the end came. He aimed a slashing
thing uncanny; something dreadful stroke at the animal’s neck, just
that chilled his French blood, though where it joined the shoulders, but the
he had heard of such horrors since other, with an almost impossible con¬
his childhood. tortion, jerked itself out of the way,
504 WEIRD TALES
and the already-battered blade, strik¬ unarmed, still almost stunned by the
ing the tiles of the floor, snapped blow and the agony of his metamor¬
short off. phosis.
In the same breath the devil was Gil did not wait for him to recover
on him, hurling him to the floor and but grappled again. This time the
worrying at his arm, which he had fight was not unequal. Gray Henry,
flung up to protect his' throat. The although strong and agile, was no
slavering fangs were but a few inches match for the younger man, who had
away; he knew that his time was spent-much of his spare time in Pal¬
short and/ that sunrise would come estine wrestling, and who now gave
too late. thanks for some things he had
At that moment he heard a wild learned from Saracen prisoners.
scream. Lady Constance, who had Shifting from grip to grip on the
been crouched paralyzed with fear, in writhing body, he at last slipped both
a comer, sprang forward, and pick¬ his arms under his antagonist’s arms
ing up the stool, brought it down from behind, and, clasping his hands
upon the beast’s head with all her behind the other’s head, exerted a
force. steady, ever-growing pressure. The
The animal howled with pain, and werewolf fought valiantly, but could
reeled away, allowing Gil to retain not break the hold. At last he tried
his feet and—the first rays of the sun to shout for help, but Gil forced his
passed through the embrasure, splash¬ head forward, so that only a low
ing the chamber-wall with pale gold— moaning was heard. Another effort!
like a blessing—like an aureole—Gil There was a loud crack, like the
thought. snapping of a dry stick, and his op¬
He turned toward the wolf and ponent rolled loosely to the floor, his
stood staring, for a monstrous change neck broken.
was taking place. The animal’s out¬
line seemed to blur, just as when O f how Gil rescued Lady Con¬
strong sunlight strikes a translucent stance and returned with her to
vase and changes its color and struc¬ Castle Randall, there is little more to
ture. The thing’s fur disappeared, tell. They arrived safely, and that
its snout shortened and ran together, ladies in distress are always gracious
it staggered upright, and, as the towarcf their protectors is well known.
Frenchman watched spellbound, the Gil Couteau one day became master
blur again coalesced into the figure of Castle Randall, and a very worthy
of Gray Henry, the knight whom he knight in his own right, but his
had seen at the turret two days be¬ greatest feat, so he sometimes said,
fore. But a Gray Henry naked and was a certain battle with the devil.
Y OU needn’t think I’m crazy,
Eliot—plenty of others have
ing me like a grieved parent when
you heard I’d begun to cut the Art
queerer prejudices than this. Club and keep away from Pickman.
Why don’t you laugh at Oliver’s Now that he’s disappeared I go
grandfather, who won’t ride in a around to the club once in a while,
motor? If I don’t like that damned but my nerves aren’t what they were.
subway, it’s my own business; and No, I don’t know what’s become of
we got here more quickly anyhow in Pickman, and I don’t like to guess.
the taxi. We’d have had to walk up You might have surmised I had some
the hill from Park Street if we’d inside information when I dropped
taken the car. him—and that’s why I don’t want to
I know I’m more nervous than I think where he’s gone. Let the police
was when you saw me last year, but find what they can—it won’t be much,
you don’t need to hold a clinic over judging from the fact that they don’t
it. There’s plenty of reason, God know yet of the old North End place
knows, and I fancy I’m lucky to be he hired under the name of Peters.
sane at all. Why the third degree? I’m not sure that I could find it again
You didn’t use to be so inquisitive. myself—not that I’d ever try, even
Well, if you must hear it, I don’t in broad daylight! Yes, I do know,
know why you shouldn’t. Maybe you or am afraid I know, why he main¬
ought to, anyhow, for you kept writ¬ tained it. I’m coming to that. And
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506 WEIRD TALES
I think you’ll understand before You know, in ordinary art, there’s all
I’m through why I don’t tell the po¬ the difference in the world between
lice. They would ask me to guide the vital, breathing things drawn
them, but I couldn’t go back there from nature or models and the arti¬
even if I knew the way. There was ficial truck that commercial small fry
something there—and now I can’t use reel off in a bare studio by rule.
the subway or (and you may as well Well, I should say that the really
have your laugh at this, too) go down weird artist has a kind of vision
into cellars any more. which makes models, or summons up
I should think you’d have known what amounts to actual scenes from
I didn’t drop Pickman for the same the spectral world he lives in. Any¬
silly reasons that fussy old women how, he manages to turn out results
like Dr. Reid or Joe Minot or Bos- that differ from the pretender’s
worth did. Morbid art doesn’t shock mince-pie dreams in just about the
me, and when a man has the genius same way that the life painter’s re¬
Pickman had I feel it an honor to sults differ from the concoctions of a
know him, no matter what direction correspondence-school cartoonist. If
his work takes. Boston never had a I had ever seen what Pickman saw—
greater painter than Richard Upton but no! Here, let’s have a drink be¬
Pickman. I said it at first and I say fore we get any deeper. Gad, I
it still, and I never swerved an inch, wouldn’t be alive if I’d ever seen
either, when he showed that Ghoul what that man—if he was a man—
Feeding. That, you remember, was saw!
when Minot cut him. You recall that Pickman’s forte
You know, it takes profound art was faces. I don’t believe anybody
and profound insight into nature to since Goya could put so much of
turn out stuff like Pickman’s. Any sheer hell into a set of features or a
magazine-cover hack can splash paint twist of expression. And before
around wildly and call it a nightmare Goya you have to go back to the
or Witches’ Sabbath or a portrait of medieval chaps who did the gargoyles
the devil, but only a great painter can and chimeras on Notre Dame and
make such a thing really scare or ring Mont1 Saint-Michel. They believed
true. That’s because only a real art¬ all sorts of things—and maybe they
ist knows the actual anatomy of the saw all sorts of things, too, for the
terrible or the physiology of fear— Middle Ages had some curious
the exact sort of lines and propor¬ phases. I remember your asking
tions that connect up with latent in¬ Pickman yourself once, the year be¬
stincts or hereditary memories of fore you went away, wherever in
fright, and the proper color contrasts thunder he got such ideas and vis¬
and lighting effects to stir the dor¬ ions. Wasn’t that a nasty laugh he
mant sense of strangeness. I don’t gave you? It was partly because of
have to tell you why a Fuseli really that laugh that Reid dropped him.
brings a shiver while a cheap ghost- Reid, you know, had just taken up
story frontispiece merely makes us comparative pathology, and was full
laugh. There’s something those fel¬ of pompous “inside stuff” about the
lows catch—beyond life—that they’re biological or evolutionary significance
able to make us catch for a second. of this or that mental or physical
Dore had it. Sime has it. Angarola symptom. He said Pickman repelled
of Chicago has it. And Pickman had him more and more every day, and
it as no man ever had it before or— almost frightened him toward the
I hope to heaven—ever will again. last—that the fellow’s features and
Don’t ask me what it is they see. expression were slowly developing in
PICKMAN’S MODEL 507
a way he didn’t like; in a way that might show me something rather un¬
wasn’t human. He had a lot of talk usual—something a bit stronger than
about diet, and said Pickman must anything he had in the house.
be abnormal and eccentric to the last “You know,” he said, “there are
degree. I suppose you told Reid, if
things that won’t do for Marlborough
you and he had any correspondence
Street—things that are out of place
over it, that he’d let Pickman’s paint¬
here, and that can’t be conceived
ings get on his nerves or harrow up
here, anyhow. It’s my business to
his imagination. I know I told him
catch the overtones of the soul, and
that myself—then.
you won’t find those in a parvenu
But keep in mind that I didn’t
set of artificial streets on made land.
drop Pickman for anything like this.
Back Bay isn’t Boston—it isn’t any¬
On the contrary, my admiration for
him kept growing; for that Ghoul thing yet, because it’s had no time to
Feeding was a tremendous achieve¬ pick up memories and attract local
ment. As you know, the club spirits. If there are any ghosts here,
wouldn’t exhibit it, and the Museum they’re the tame ghosts of a salt
of Pine Arts wouldn’t accept it as a marsh and a shallow cove; and I
gift; and I can add that nobody want human ghosts—the ghosts of
would buy it, so Pickman had it beings highly organized enough to
right in his house till he went. Now have looked on hell and known the
his father has it in Salem—you know meaning of what they saw.
Pickman comes of old Salem stock, “The place for an artist to love is
and had a witch ancestor hanged in the North End. If any esthete were
1692. sincere, he’d put up with the slums
for the sake of the massed traditions.
I got into the habit of calling on God, man! Don’t you realize that
Pickman quite often, especially places like that weren’t merely made,
after I began making notes for a but actually grew? Generation after
monograph on weird art Probably generation lived and felt and died
it was his work which put the idea there, and in days when people
into my head, and anyhow, I found weren’t afraid to live and feel and
him a mine of data and suggestions die. Don’t you know there was a mill
when I came to develop it. He on Copp’s Hill in 1632, and that half
showed me all the paintings and the present streets were laid out by
drawings he had about; including 1650? I can show you houses that
some pen-and-ink sketches that have stood two centuries and a half
would, I verily believe, have got him and more; houses that have witnessed
kicked out of the club if, many of the what would make a modern house
members had seen them. Before long crumble into powder. What do mod¬
I was pretty nearly a devotee, and erns know of life and the forces be¬
would listen for hours like a school¬ hind it? You call the Salem witch¬
boy to art theories and philosophic craft a delusion, but I’ll wager my
speculations wild enough to qualify four-times-great-grandmother could
him for the Danvers asylum. My have told you things. They hanged
hero-worship, coupled with the fact her on Gallows Hill, with Cotton
that people generally were com¬ Mather looking sanctimoniously on.
mencing to have less and less to do Mather, damn him, was afraid some¬
with him, made him get very confi¬ body might succeed in kicking free
dential with me; and one evening he of this accursed cage of monotony—
hinted that if I were fairly elose- I wish someone had laid a spell on
moutlied and none too squeamish, he him or sucked his blood in the night f
508 WEIRD TALES
“I can show you a house he lived what do those Dagoes know of their
in, and I can show you another one meaning? No, Thurber, these an¬
he was afraid to enter in spite of all cient places are dreaming gorgeously
his fine bold talk.. He knew things and overflowing with wonder and
he didn’t dare put into that stupid terror and escapes from the common¬
Magnolia or that puerile Wonders of place, and yet there’s not a living
the Invisible World. Look here, do soul to understand or profit by
you know the whole North End once them. Or, rather, there’s only one
had a set of tunnels that kept certain living soul—for I haven’t been dig¬
people in touch with eaeh other’s ging around in the past for nothing!
houses, and the burying ground, and “See here, you’re interested in this
the sea? Let them prosecute and sort of thing. What if I told you
persecute above ground—things went that I’ve got another studio up there,
on every day that they couldn’t where I can catch the night-spirit of
reach, and voices laughed at night antique horror and paint things that
that they couldn’t place! I couldn’t even think of in Marl¬
“Why, man, out of ten surviving borough Street? Naturally I don’t
houses built before 1700 and not tell those cursed old maids at the club
moved since I’ll wager that in eight —with Reid, damn him, whispering
I can show you something queer in even as it is that I’m a sort of mon¬
the cellar. There’s hardly a month ster bound down the toboggan of re¬
that you don’t read of workmen verse evolution. Yes, Thurber, I
finding bricked-up arches and wells decided long ago that one must paint
leading nowhere in this or that old terror as well as beauty from life, so
place as it comes down—you could I did some exploring in places where
see one near Henchman Street from I had reason to know terror lives.
the elevated last year. There were “I’ve got a plaee that I don’t be¬
witches and what their spells sum¬ lieve three living Nordic men besides
moned ; pirates and what they myself have ever seen. It isn’t so
brought in from the sea; smugglers; very far from the elevated as dis¬
privateers—and I tell you, people tance goes, but it’s centuries away as
knew how to live, and how to enlarge the soul goes. I took it because of
the bounds of life, in the old times! the queer old brick well in the cellar
This wasn’t the only world a bold —one of the sort I told you about.
and wise man could know—faugh! The shack’s almost tumbling down,
And to think of today in contrast, so that nobody else would live there,
with such pale-pink brains that even and I’d hate to tell you how little I
a club of supposed artists gets shud¬ pay for it. The windows are boarded
ders and convulsions if a picture up, but I like that all the better,
goes beyond the feelings of a Beacon since I don’t want daylight for what
Street tea-table! I do. I paint in the cellar, where the
“The only saving grace of the inspiration is thickest, but I’ve other
present is that it’s too damned stupid rooms furnished on the ground floor.
to question the past very closely. A Sicilian owns it, and I’ve hired it
What do maps and records and under the name of Peters.
guidebooks really tell of the North “Now if you’re game, I’ll take you
End? Bah! At a guess I’ll guaran¬ there tonight. I think you’d enjoy
tee to lead you to thirty or forty the pictures, for as I said, I’ve let
alleys and networks of alleys north of myself go a bit there. It’s no vast
Prince Street that aren’t suspected tour—I sometimes do it on foot, for
by ten living beings outside of the I don’t want to attract attention with
foreigners that swarm them. And a taxi in such a place. We can take
PICKMAN’S MODEL 509
the shuttle at the South Station for an oil lamp, and told me to make my¬
Battery Street, and after that the self at home.
walk isn’t much.” Now, Eliot, I’m what the man in
the street would call fairly “hard-
VX/Tell, Eliot, there wasn’t much boiled,” but I’ll confess that what I
for me to do after that ha¬ saw on the walls of that room gave
rangue but to keep myself from run¬ me a bad turn. They were his pic¬
ning instead of walking for the first tures, you know—the ones he
vacant cab we could sight. We couldn’t paint or even show in Marl¬
borough Street—and he was right
changed to the elevated at the South
when he said he had “let himself
Station, and at about 12 o’clock had
go.” Here—have another drink—I
climbed down the steps at Battery
need one anyhow!
Street and struck along the old
waterfront past Constitution Wharf. There’s no use in my trying to tell
you what they were like, because the
I didn’t keep track of the cross
awful, the blasphemous horror, and
streets, and can’t tell you yet which
the unbelievable loathsomeness and
it was we turned up, but I know it
moral fetor came from simple
wasn’t Greenough Lane.
touches quite beyond the power of
When we did turn, it was to climb words to classify. There was none of
through the deserted length of the the exotic technique you see in Sid¬
oldest and dirtiest alley I ever saw in ney Sime, none of the trans-Satum-
my life, with crumbling-looking ian landscapes and lunar fungi that
gables, broken small-paned windows, Clark Ashton Smith uses to freeze
and archaic chimneys that stood out the blood. The backgrounds were
half-disintegrated against the moon¬ mostly old churchyards, deep woods,
lit sky. I don’t believe there were cliffs by the sea, brick tunnels, an¬
three houses in sight that hadn’t been cient paneled rooms, or simple vaults
standing in Cotton Mather’s time— of masonry. Copp’s Hill Burying
certainly I glimpsed at least two Ground, which could not be many
with an overhang, and once I thought blocks away from this very house,
I saw a peaked roof-line of the almost was a favorite scene.
forgotten pre-gambrel type, though The madness and monstrosity lay
antiquarians tell us there are none in the figures in the foreground—for
left in Boston. Pickman’s morbid art was pre¬
From that alley, which had a dim eminently one of demoniac portrait¬
light, we turned to the left into an ure. These figures were seldom com¬
equally silent and still narrower alley pletely human, but often approached
with no light at all; and in a minute humanity in varying degrees. Most
made what I think was an obtuse- of the bodies, while roughly bipedal,
angled bend toward the right in the had a forward slumping, and a
dark. Not long after this Pickman vaguely canine cast. The texture of
produced a flashlight and revealed an the majority was a kind of unpleas¬
antediluvian ten-paneled door that ant rubberiness. Ugh! I can see
looked damnably worm-eaten. Un¬ them now! Their occupations—well,
locking it, he ushered me into a bar¬ don’t ask me to be too precise. They
ren hallway with what was once were usually feeding—I won’t say on
splendid dark-oak paneling—simple, what. They were sometimes shown
of course, but thrillingly suggestive in groups in cemeteries or under¬
of the times of Andros and Phips ground passages, and often appeared
and the Witchcraft. Then he took to be in battle over their prey—or
me through a door on the left, lighted rather, their treasure-trove. And
510 WEIRD TALES
crack in the floor of the Boylston man got none of his power from the
Street subway and attacking a crowd use of selectiveness or bizarrerie.
of people on the platform. Another Nothing was blurred, distorted, or
showed a dance on Copp’s Hill conventionalized; outlines were sharp
among the tombs with the back¬ and lifelike, and details were almost
ground of today. Then there were painfully defined. And the faces!
any number of cellar views, with It was not any mere artist’s in¬
monsters creeping in through holes terpretation that we saw; it was
and rifts in the masonry and grin¬ pandemonium itself, crystal-clear in
ning as they squatted behind barrels stark objectivity. That was it, by
or furnaces and waited for their first heaven! The man was not a fan-
victim to descend the stairs. taisiste or romanticist at all—he did
One disgusting canvas seemed to not even try to give us the churning,
depict a vast cross-section of Beacon prismatic ephemera of dreams, but
Hill, with antlike armies of the coldly and sardonically reflected
mephitic monsters squeezing them¬ some stable, mechanistic, and well-
selves through burrows that honey¬ established horror-world which he
combed the ground. Dances in the saw fully, brilliantly, squarely, and
modern cemeteries were freely pic¬ unfalteringly. God knows what that
tured, and another conception some¬ world can have been, or where he
how shocked me more than all the ever glimpsed the blasphemous shapes
rest—a scene in an unknown vault, that loped and trotted and crawled
where scores of the beasts crowded through it; but whatever the baffling
about one who held a well-known source of his images, one thing was
Boston guidebook and was evidently plain. Pickman was in every sense—
reading aloud. All were pointing to in conception and in execution—a
a certain passage, and every face thorough, painstaking, and almost
seemed so distorted with epileptic and scientific realist.
reverberant laughter that I almost
thought I heard the fiendish echoes.
The title of the picture was, Holmes,
M y host was now leading the way
down cellar to his actual studio,
Lowell, and Longfellow Lie Buried and I braced myself for some hellish
in Mount Auburn. effects among the unfinished canvases.
As I gradually steadied myself and As we reached the bottom of the
got readjusted to this second room of damp stairs he turned his flashlight
deviltry and morbidity, I began to to a comer of the large open space
analyze some of the points in my at hand, revealing the circular brick
sickening loathing. In the first curb of what was evidently a great
place, I said to myself, these things well in the earthen floor. We walked
repelled because of the utter inhu¬ nearer, and I saw that it must be five
manity and callous cruelty they feet across, with walls a good foot
showed in Pickman. The fellow must thick and some six inches above the
be a relentless enemy of all mankind ground level—solid work of the
to take such glee in the torture of Seventeenth Century, or I was much
brain and flesh and the degradation mistaken. That, Pickman said, was
of the mortal tenement. In the sec¬ the kind of thing he had been talking
ond place, they terrified, because of about—an aperture of the network of
their very greatness. Their art was tunnels that used to undermine the
the art that convinced—when we hill. I noticed idly that it did not
saw the pictures we saw the demons seem to be bricked up, and that a
themselves and were afraid of them. heavy disk of wood formed the ap¬
And the queer part was, that Pick- parent cover. Thinking of the things
512 WEIRD TALES
this well must have been connected it held in bony claws a thing that had
with if Pickman’s wild hints had hot been a man, gnawing at the head as a
been mere rhetoric, I shivered child nibbles at a stick of candy. Its
slightly; then turned to follow him position was a kind of crouch, and
up a step and through a narrow door as one looked one felt that at any
into a room of fair size, provided moment it might drop its present
with a wooden floor and furnished as prey and seek a juicier morsel. But,
a studio. An acetylene gas outfit
damn it all, it wasn’t even the fiend¬
gave the light necessary for work.
ish subject that made it such an im¬
The unfinished pictures on easels mortal fountain-head of all panic—
or propped against the walls were as not that, nor the dog face with its
ghastly as the finished ones upstairs,
pointed ears, bloodshot eyes, flat nose,
and showed the painstaking methods
and drooling lips. It wasn’t the
of the artist. Scenes were blocked
scaly claws nor the mold-caked body
out with extreme care, and penciled
nor the half-hooved feet—none of
guide lines told of the minute ex¬
these, though any one of them might
actitude which Pickman used in
getting the right perspective and pro¬ well have driven an excitable man to
portions. The man was great—I say madness.
it even now, knowing as much as I It was the technique, Eliot—the
do. A large camera on a table ex¬ cursed, the impious, the unnatural
cited my notice, and Pickman told technique! As I am a living being, I
me that he used it in taking scenes never elsewhere saw the actual breath
for backgrounds, so that he might of life so fused into a canvas. The
paint them from photographs in the monster was there—it glared and
studio instead of carting his outfit gnawed and gnawed and glared—and
around the town for this or that view. I knew that only a suspension of
He thought a photograph quite as nature’s laws could ever let a man
good as an actual scene or model for paint a thing like that without a
sustained work, and declared he em¬ model—without some glimpse of the
ployed them regularly. nether world which no mortal unsold
There was something very disturb¬ to the Fiend has ever had.
ing about the nauseous sketches and Pinned with a thumb-tack to a
half-finished monstrosities that leered vacant part of the canvas was a piece
around from every side of the room, of paper now badly curled up—
and when Pickman suddenly unveiled probably, I thought, a photograph
a huge canvas on the side away from from which Pickman meant to paint
the light I could not for my life keep a background as hideous as the night¬
back a loud scream—the second I mare it was to enhance. I reached
had emitted that night. It echoed out to uncurl and look at it, when
and echoed through the dim vault¬ suddenly I saw Pickman start as if
ings of that ancient and nitrous shot. He had been listening with
cellar, and I had to choke back a peculiar intensity ever since my
flood of reaction that threatened to shocked scream had waked unaccus¬
burst out as hysterical laughter. tomed echoes in the dark cellar, and
Merciful Creator! Eliot, but I don’t now he seemed struck with a fright
know how much was real and how which, though not comparable to my
much was feverish fancy. It doesn’t own, had in it more of the physical
seem to me that earth can hold a than of the spiritual. He drew a re¬
dream like that! volver and motioned me to silence,
It was a colossal and nameless then stepped out into the main cellar
blasphemy with glaring red eyes, and and closed the door behind him.
PICKMAN’S MODEL 513
OBLITERATION
By SAMUEL M. SARGENT, JR.
When the fires are burned to ashes,
And the hearth is gray and cold,
When the final sound of thunder
From the battlefield has rolled;
she’s my daughter, I state it as a refused food, she has had visions, she
fact—and was to have been married shouts, she sings uncontrollably, she
this fall, and now this—this disorder speaks in a voice which is strange to
has taken complete possession of her her—at times she goes into a death¬
and it’s wrecking her life. Robert— like trance and from her throat issue
Lieutenant Proudfit, her fiance—and strange voices, voices of men, or other
I are almost beside ourselves, and as women, even of little children?”
for my daughter, I fear her mind will “Yes.”
give way and she’ll destroy herself
“And other apparently inexpli¬
unless somebody can do something!”
cable things occur. Chairs, books,
“Ah?” the little Frenchman tables, even such heavy pieces of
arched the narrow black brows which furniture as a piano, move from their
were such a vivid contrast to his accustomed places when she is near,
blond hair and mustache. “Why did and bits of jewelry and other small
not you say so before, Monsieur le objects are hurled through the air?”
Capitainef It is not merely the cur¬ “Yes, and worse than that, I’ve
ing of one nervous young lady that seen pins and needles fly from her
you would have me undertake, but work-basket and bury themselves in
the fruition of a romance I should her cheeks and arms,” the captain in¬
bring about? Bien, good, very well; terrupted, “and lately she’s been
I accept. If you will also retain my persecuted by scars—scars from some
good friend Dr. Trowbridge, so that invisible source. Great weals, like the
there shall be a locally licensed and claw-marks from some beast, have
respected physician in the case, my appeared on her arms and face,
powers which you have been kind right while I looked qn, and I’ve been
enough to call remarkable are entire¬ wakened at night by her screams, and
ly at your disposal.” when I rush into her room I find the
“Splendid!” Captain Loudon marks of long, thin fingers on her
agreed, rising. “Then it’s all ar¬ throat. It’s maddening, sir; terrify¬
ranged. I can expect you to-” ing. I’d say it was a case of demoni¬
“One moment, if you please,” de acal possession, if I didn’t disbelieve
Grandin interrupted, raising his all that sort of supernaturalism.”
slender, womanishly small hand for “U’m,” de Grandin looked up
silence. “Suppose we make a precis from the pad on which he had been
of the case before we go further.” industriously scribbling. “There is
He drew a pad of note-paper and a nothing in the world, or out of it,
pencil toward him as he continued: which is supernatural, my friend; die
“Your daughter, Mademoiselle wisest man today can not say where
Julie, how old is she?” the powers and possibilities of nature
“Twenty-nine.” begin or end. We say, ‘Thus and so
“A most charming age,” the little is beyond the bounds of our ex¬
Frenchman commented, scribbling a perience, ’ but does that therefore put
note. “And she is your only child?” it beyond the bounds of nature? I
“Yes.” think not. Myself, I have seen such
“Now, these manifestations of the things as no man can hear me relate
outre, these so unusual happenings, without calling me a liar, and my
they began to take place about six good, unimaginative friend Trow¬
months ago?” bridge has witnessed such wonders as
“Just about; I can’t place the time no writer of fiction would dare set
exactly. ’ ’ down on paper, yet I do declare we
“No matter. They have assumed have never yet seen that which I
various mystifying forms? She has would call supernatural.
THE POLTERGEIST 517
“But come, let us go, let us hasten long central hall. The noise grew
to your house, Monsieur; I would in¬ louder, almost deafening, then ceased
terview Mademoiselle Julie and see as abruptly as it began, and a young
for myself some of these so remark¬ girl rounded the curve of the stair¬
able afflictions of hers. case, coming slowly toward us.
“Remember,” he turned his fixed, She was more than middle height,
unwinking stare on our patron as we slender and supple as a willow withe,
paused for our outdoor things in the and carried herself with the bearing
hall, “remember, if you please, Mon¬ of a young princess. A lovely though
sieur, I am not like those quacks, or almost unfashionably long gown of
even those other physicians who have white satin and chiffon draped its un¬
failed you. I do not say I can work even hem almost to her ankles, and
a cure. I can but promise to try. about her slender bare shoulders and
Good, we shall see what we shall see. over her arms hung a richly embroid¬
Let us go. ’ ’ ered shawl of Chinese silk. One hand
rested lightly on the mahogany rail of
R obert beauregard loudon was a the balustrade, as though partly for
retired navy captain, a widower support, partly for guidance, as she
with more than sufficient means to slowly descended the red-carpeted
gratify his rather epicurean tastes, steps. This much we saw at first
and possessed one of the finest houses glance, but our second look remained
in the fashionable new west side riveted on her sweet, pale face.
suburb. The furnishings spoke of Almost unbeautifully long it was,
something more than wealth as we pale with the rich, creamy pallor
surveyed them; they proclaimed that which is some women’s birthright and
vague, but nevertheless tangible not the result of poor health, and her
thing known as “background” which vivid, scarlet lips showed in contrast
is only to be had from generations of to her ivory cheeks like a rose fallen
ancestors to the manor born. Orig¬ in the snow. Brows as delicate as
inal pieces of mahogany by Sheraton those of a French doll, narrow, curv¬
and Chippendale and the Brothers ing brows which needed no plucking
Adam, family portraits from the to accentuate their patrician lines,
brush of Benjamin West, silver in dipped sharply together above the
the best tradition of the early bridge of her small nose, and lashes
Eighteenth Century smiths, even the which even at the distance we stood
dignifiedly aloof, elderly colored but¬ from her showed their vivid blackness
ler, announced that our patient’s veiled her eyes. At first I thought
father was in every way an officer her gaze was on the steps before her,
and a gentleman in the best sense of and that she made each forward
the term. movement with slow care lest she fall
“If you will give Hezekiah your from weakness or nervous exhaustion,
things,” Captain Loudon indicated but a second’s scrutiny of her face
the solemn old negro with a nod, “ I ’ll told me the truth. The girl walked
go up and tell my daughter you’re with lowered lids. Whether in nat¬
here. I know she will be glad ural sleep or in some supernatural
trance, she was descending the stairs
A clanking, banging noise, like a with tightly closed eyes.
tin can bumping over the cobbles at “La pavvre petite” de Grandin
the tail of some luckless terrier, inter¬ exclaimed under his breath, his gaze
rupted his remarks, and we turned in fixed on her. “Grand Dicu, Friend
amazement toward the wide, curving Trowbridge, but she is beautiful!
staircase at the farther end of the Why did I not come here before?”
518 WEIRD TALES
Out of the empty air, apparently gesture which yet seemed somewhat
some six feet above the girl’s proudly languid, as though even remonstrance
poised head, a burst of mocking, were useless, “more doctors! Why
maniacal laughter answered him, and did you bring them, Father? You
from the thick-piled carpet suddenly know they’ll be just like all the rest.
rose again the clang-bang racket we Nothing can help me—nothing seems
had heard before she came into view. any good!”
“Helas!” De Grandin turned a ' ‘ Pardonnez-moi, M ademoiselle, ’ '
pitying glance on the girl’s father, de Grandin bent forward in a formal,
then: “Nom de Dieu!” he cried, European bow, heels together, elbows
ducking his head suddenly and look¬ stiffly at sides, “but I think you will
ing over his shoulder with rounded find us most different from the rest.
eyes. Against the wall of the apart¬ To begin, we come to cure you and
ment, some twenty feet distant, there give you back to the man you love;
hung a stand of arms, one or two and in the second place, I have a per¬
swords, a spear and several bolos, sonal interest in this case.”
trophies of the captain’s service in “A personal interest?” she in¬
the Philippines. As though seized by quired, acknowledging his bow with a
an invisible hand, one of the bolos had negligent nod.
detached itself from the wall, hurtled “Morileu, but I have. Did not the
whistling through the air and em¬ —the thing which troubles you, hurl
bedded itself nearly an inch deep in a bolo-knife at me? Sucre nom, no
the white wainscoting behind the fantome, no lutin shall throw knives
little Frenchman, missing his cheek at Jules de Grandin, then boast of
by the barest fraction of a centimeter the exploit to his ghostly fellows.
as it flew whirring past. Nom d’un petit Chinois, I think we
The clanking tumult beneath the shall show them something before we
girl’s feet subsided as quickly as it are finished!
commenced, she took an uncertain
step forward and opened her eyes. ‘ ‘ VTow, Mademoiselle, we must ask
They were unusually long, purple your pardon for these ques¬
rather than blue in color, and held tions, ’ ’ he began wheli he had reached
such an expression of changeless the drawing room. “To you it is an
melancholy as I had never seen in one old and much-told tale, but we are
so young. It was the look of one ignorant of your case, save for such
foredoomed to inescapable death by information as your father has im¬
an incurable disease. parted. Tell us, if you please, when
“Why”—she began with the be¬ did these so strange manifestations
wildered look of one suddenly roused begin?”
from sleep—“why—Father! What The girl regarded him silently a
am I doing here ? I was in my room, moment, her brooding, plum-colored
lying down, when I thought I heard eyes staring almost resentfully into
Robert’s voice. I tried to get up, but his agate-blue ones.
‘It’ held me down, and I think I fell “It was about six months ago,”
asleep. I-” she began in a lifeless monotone, like
“Daughter,” Captain Loudon a child reciting a rote-learned but
spoke gently, the sobs very near the distasteful lesson. “I had come home
surface, for all his iron self-control, from a dance in New York with Lieu¬
“these gentlemen are Dr. de Grandin tenant Proudfit, and it must have
and Dr. Trowbridge. They’ve come been about 3 o’clock in the morning,
for we had not left New York until
“Oh,” the girl made an impatient midnight, and our train was delayed
THE POLTERGEIST 519
“Mademoiselle!” the little man’s fear I must have been mistaken. You
annoyance cut through the habitual are sure there were no other letters?”
courtesy with which he treated mem¬ “Positive. That was all; just those
bers of the gentler sex as a flame cuts five, no more.”
through wax. “We do waste time.
“Quite yes. And after that?”
We are discussing you and your case,
“After that all sorts of terrible
not the other physicians or their
things began happening to me.
methods. They have failed. We
Father has told you how chairs and
shall give them none of our valuable
tables rise up when I come near them,
time. Bien. You were saying-”
and how little objects fly through the
“That I felt a long, cold hand air?”
grasp me about the arm, and a mo¬ He nodded, smiling. “But of
ment later, before 1 had a chance to course, ’ ’ he returned,.1 ‘ and I, myself,
cry out or even shrink away, some¬
did see one little thing fly through
thing began scratching my skin. It
the air. Parbleu, it did fly unpleas¬
was like a long, blunt fingernail—a antly close to my head! And these
human nail, not the claw of an ani¬ so strange sleeps you have?”
mal, you understand. But it had con¬ “They come on me almost any
siderable force behind it, and I could time, mostly when I’m least expecting
see the skin turning white in its wake. them. One time I was seized with
Dr. de Grandin”—she leaned for¬ one while on the train and”—her
ward, staring with wide, frightened face flushed bright coral at the recol¬
eyes into his face—“the welts formed lection—“and the conductor thought
letters!” I was drunk!”
“U’m?”’ he nodded unexcitedly. “Bete!” de Grandin murmured.
“You do recall what they spelled?’’ “And you have not heard the voices
“They didn’t spell anything. It —the noises which sometimes accom¬
was like the ramblings of a Ouija pany you, Mademoiselle f”
board when the little table seems “No, I’ve been told of them; but I
wandering about from letter to letter know nothing of what occurs while
without spelling any actual words. I I’m in one of these trances. I don’t
made out a crude, printed D, then a even dream; at least, I have no
smaller r, then an a, and finally a c dreams I can remember when I wake
and u,—D-r-a-c-u. That was all. You up. I only know that I am apt to
see, it wasn’t a word at all.” fall asleep at any time, and fre¬
De Grandin was sitting forward on quently wander about while uncon¬
the extreme edge of his chair, his scious, waking up in some totally dif¬
hands grasping its arms as though he ferent place. Once I walked half-way
were about to leap from his seat. to the city while asleep, and narrowly
“Dracu,” he repeated softly to him¬ escaped being run down by a taxicab
self, then, still lower, “Dieu de Dieu! when I came to in the middle of the
It is possible; but why?” street.”
“Why, what is it?” the girl de¬ “But this is villainous!” he burst
manded, his tense attitude reflecting out. “This is infamous; this must
itself in her widened eyes and appre¬ not be allowed. Mordieu, I shall not
hensive expression. permit it!”
He shook himself like a spaniel Something of the girl’s weary man¬
emerging from the water. “It is ner returned as she asked, “How are
nothing, Mademoiselle,” he assured you going to stop it? The others all
her with a resumption of his profes¬ said-”
sionally impersonal manner. “I did “Chut! The others! We shall not’
think I recognized the word, but I discuss them, if you please, Mademoi-
THE POLTERGEIST 521
surprized, for the voice issuing from cursed dracu who sticks pins in
the girl’s slender throat was not her young ladies and throws knives at
own. No tone or inflection of it was Jules de Grandin! ’ ’
reminiscent of Julia Loudon. Every Following him, I bore the swooning
shrilling syllable spoke of a different girl up the stairs, placed her on her
individual, a personality instinct bed and turned furiously in search
with evil vivacity as hers seemed in¬ of the nurse. What could the woman
stinct with sweetness and melancholy. have been thinking of to let her
“Cordieu!” de Grandin exclaimed patient leave her room in such a cos¬
between set teeth, springing toward tume? “Miss Stanton,” I called
the girl, then halting in horrified angrily. “Where are you?”
amazement as though congealed to A muffled sound, half-way between
ice in his tracks. From every side of a scream and an articulate cry, and a
the room, like flickering beams of faint, ineffectual tap-tap on the door
light, tiny bits of metal flew toward of the closet answered me. Snatch¬
the girl’s swaying body, and in an ing the door of the clothes-press open,
instant her arms, legs, throat, even I found her lying on the floor, half
her cheeks, were encrusted with glit¬ smothered by fallen dresses, her
tering pins and needles buried point- mouth gagged by a Turkish towel,
deep in her creamy skin like the wrists tied behind her and ankles
torture-implements driven into the lashed together with knotted silk
bodies of the pain-defying fakirs of stockings.
India. Almost it seemed as though “A-a-ah, oh!” she gasped as I re¬
the girl had suddenly become a lieved her of her fetters and helped
powerful electro-magnet to which her, half fainting, to her feet. “It
every particle of movable metal in took me, Dr. Trowbridge. I was
the apartment had leaped. helpless as a baby in its hands.”
For an instant she stood swaying De Grandin looked up from his
there, the cruel points embedded in ministrations to Julia Loudon.
her flesh, yet seemingly causing no “What was the ‘It’ which took you,
pain, then a wild, heart-rending Mademoiselle?” he inquired, folding
shriek broke from her lips, and her back the shawl from the girl’s injured
eyes opened wide in sudden terror limbs and deftly shoving her beneath
and consternation. Instantly it was the bedclothes. “Was it Mademoi¬
apparent she had regained conscious¬ selle Loudon?”
ness, realized her position, her almost “No!” the nurse gasped, her
complete nudity and the biting, hands still trembling with fright and
stinging points of the countless nervousness. ‘ ‘ Oh, no, not Miss
needles all at once. Loudon, sir. It was—I don’t know
“Quick, Trowbridge, my friend!’’ what. Miss Loudon came upstairs a
de Grandin urged, leaping forward. few moments ago and said you and
“Take her, my old one. Do not per¬ Dr. Trowbridge were taking her
mit her to fall—those pins, they will motoring, and she must change her
surely impale her if she drops. ’ ’ clothes. She began removing her
Even as I seized the fainting girl house dress, but kept taking off
in my arms, the Frenchman was her garments until she was—she
furiously gamering the pins from was-” she hesitated a moment,
her flesh, cursing volubly in mingled catching her breath in long, laboring
French and English as he worked. gasps.
“Parbleu,” he swore, “it is the “Mordieu, yes!” de Grandin cut in
devil’s work, of a surety. By damn, testily. “We do waste time, Made¬
I shall have words to say to this ac¬ moiselle. She did remove her cloth-
WEIRD TALES
ing until she was what? Completely Mademoiselle Julie, and it has mani¬
nude?” fested itself to Mademoiselle Stanton,
“Yes,” the nurse replied with a as well. Pardieu, if we but knew
shudder. “I was about to ask her if whence it comes, and why, we might
she needed to change all her clothes, better be able to combat it; but all, all
when she turned and looked at me, is mystery. It comes, it wreaks havoc,
and her face was like the face of a and it remains. Dieu de Dieu de
devil, sir. Then something seemed to Dieu de Dieu!” He strode fiercely
come down on me like a wet blanket. back and forth across the rug, twist¬
No, not like a blanket, either. It ing first one, then the other end of
clung to me and bore me down, and his diminutive mustache until I
smothered me all at once, but it was thought he would surely drag the
transparent, sir. I could feel it, but hairs from his lip.
I couldn’t see it. It was like a—like “If only we could--” he began
a terrible, big jelly-fish, sir. It was again, striding across the hall and
cold and slimy and strong, strong as bringing up before a buhl cabinet
a hundred giants. I tried to call out, which stood between two low win¬
and it oozed into my mouth—choked dows. “If only we could—ah!
me; ugh!” She shuddered at the What—who is this, Monsieur le Car
recollection. “Then I must have pitaine, if you please?”
fainted, for the next thing I knew His slender, carefully manicured
everything was dark, and I heard Dr. forefinger pointed to an exquisite
Trowbridge calling me, so I tried to little miniature which stood in a gold
call out and kicked as hard as I could, easel-frame on the cabinet’s top.
and-”
Looking over his shoulder, I saw
“And voila—here you are!” de the picture of a young girl, black¬
Grandin interrupted. “I marvel not haired, oval-faced, purple-eyed, her
you are nerveuse, Mademoiselle. red lips showing against the pallor of
Cordieu, are we not all so? her face almost like a wound in
“Attend me, Trowbridge, my healthy flesh. There was a subtle
friend,” he commanded, “do you re¬ something of difference—more in ex¬
main with Mademoiselle Stanton and pression than in feature—from the
the patient. Me, I shall go below and original, nevertheless I recognized the
procure three drinks of brandy for likeness as a well-executed portrait of
us—yes, morbleu, four I shall obtain, Julia Loudon, though it had been
for one I shall drink myself imme¬ made, I imagined, several years
diately, right away, at once, before I earlier. “Why,” I exclaimed in
return. Meantime, watch well astonishment at his question, “why,
Mademoiselle Julie, for I think she it’s Miss Loudon, de Grandin!”
will require much watching before all Ignoring my remark, he kept his
is done.” fixed, unwinking stare upon the cap¬
A moment later the clatter of his tain, repeating, “This lady, Monsieur,
heels sounded on the polished boards she is who ? ’ ’
of the hall floor as he hastened below “It’s a picture of my niece, Julia’s
stairs in search of stimulant. cousin,” Captain Loudon returned
shortly; then: “Don’t you think we
“Tt is damnable, damnable, my could occupy our time better than
A friends!” the little Frenchman with trifles like that? My daugh¬
cried a few moments later as he, Cap¬ ter-”
tain Loudon and I conferred in the “Trifles, Monsieur!” de Grandin
lower hall. “This poltergeist, it has cut in. “There are no trifles in a
complete possession of the poor case such as this. All, all is of the
THE POLTERGEIST 525
‘ ‘ I didn’t say that, ’ ’ the captain re¬ Mademoiselle Anna, who was she,
turned coldly. and what relation was there between
“Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur le Ca- you and her? Of haste, speak
pitaine,” the other shot back, “but quickly, it is important that I should
you did not say otherwise, and the know all!”
pause before you mentioned her death “Why,” Miss Loudon looked at
—surely that was something more him with startled eyes, “she was my
than a tribute of momentary re¬ cousin.”
gret?” “But yes, that much I know.
“Humph! Yes, you’re right. The What I desire to learn is if there was
poor youngster committed suicide by some close bond, some secret under¬
drowning herself about six months standing between you.”
ago.” The girl regarded him fixedly a
“Six months, did you say?” the moment, then: “Yes, there was.
little Frenchman’s face was so near Both of us were in love with Lieu¬
his host’s that I feared the spike of tenant Proudfit; but he seemed to
his waxed mustache would scratch the prefer me, for some reason. When
captain’s cheek. “Six months ago Anna saw he was proof against all
she did drown herself. In the ocean ? her wiles—and she was an accom¬
And Mademoiselle Julie’s engage¬ plished coquette—she became very
ment to Lieutenant Proudfit, it was morose, and talked constantly of sui¬
announced—when?” cide. I tried to laugh her out of the
“It had just been announced—but idea, but she persisted. Finally, I
look here, I say, see here-” Cap¬ began to believe she was serious, and
tain Loudon began violent protest, I told her, ‘If you kill yourself, so
but de Grandin was grinning mirth¬ will I, then there’ll be two of us dead
lessly at him. and nobody any the happier.’ ”
“I look there, Monsieur,” he re¬ “Ah?” de Grandin regarded her
plied, “and I see there. Parble-u, I intently. “And then?”
see far past! Six months, six months, “She gave me one of those queer,
everything, it dates from six months long looks of hers, and said, ‘Maybe
of yore! The death of Mademoiselle I hold you to that promise, cousin.
Anna, the engagement of Mademoi¬ Jizn kopyeka—life is but a kopeck—
selle Julie, the tapping at her win¬ maybe we spend him, you and I.’
dow, the beginning of these so And that was all she said at the time.
strange signs and wonders—all are But two months later, just before
six months old. Grace d Dieu, my Lieutenant Proudfit and I announced
friend, I begin to see the light at our engagement, she left me a note:
last. Come, Trowbridge, my friend, Have gone to spend my bopeck. Remem¬
first for the information, then the ber your promise and do likewise.
action!” “Next morning-”
Turning on his heel, he mounted “Yes?” de Grandin prompted.
the stairs, three at a time, beckoning “Next morning they took her from
me violently as he did so. the bay—drowned.”
“A-a-h!” he let the single
“ 1VTADEM0ISELLE — Mademoiselle syllable out slowly through his teeth
Julie!” he cried, bursting with a sort of hissing finality. “A-
into the patient’s room with hardly a-ah, at last, Mademoiselle, I do un¬
a perceptible pause between his derstand.”
knock and the nurse’s summons to “You mean-”
enter. “You have not told me all, “Parbleu, I mean nothing less.
Mademoiselle, no, nor near all! This Tonight, she did say? Morbleu, to-
THE POLTERGEIST 527
night we shall see what we shall see! the whistling blackbirds at St. Cloud
“Stay you here, Friend Trow¬ or the students’ masked balls in the
bridge/' he ordered. “Me, I go to Latin Quarter. “What ails the
procure that which is necessary for man?” I muttered to myself. “He
our work this night! ” rambles on like a wound-up phono¬
graph ! ’ ’
He was through the door like a
shot, rushing down the stairs three It must have been about a quarter
steps at a stride, banging the front of 9 when the change began to show
door behind him without a word of itself in our patient. From polite
farewell or explanation to his as¬ inattention her attitude toward the
tounded host. Frenchman became something like
open hostility. In another five min¬
D arkness had fallen when he re¬ utes she seemed to have lost all re¬
membrance ,of his presence, and lay
turned, a small black bag in his
hand and an expression of unbridled with her eyes turned toward the
excitement on his face. “Any ceiling. Then, gradually but surely,
change in our patient?’’ he de¬ there came into her already too thin
manded as he entered the house. face a pinched, drawn look, the sure
“Any further manifestations of that sign of physical and nervous ex¬
accursed poltergeist?” haustion.
“No,” I reported, “everything “Ah-ha, we do begin to com¬
has been singularly calm this after¬ mence!” de Grandin exclaimed ex¬
noon. ’ ’ ultantly, reaching beneath his chair
“Ah, so? Then we shall have the and opening the little black bag he
harder fight tonight. The enemy, Iiad deposited there.
she does marshal his forces!” From the satchel he produced an
He tiptoed to the sickroom, en¬ odd-looking contrivance, something
tered quietly, and took a seat beside like the toy rotary fans to be bought
the bed, detailing his experiences in at novelty shops—the sort of fan
the city with lively interest. Once which consists of three twisted blades,
or twice it seemed to me the patient’s like reversed propeller wings, and
attention wandered as he continued which is made to whirl by the pres¬
his recital, but his conversation never sure of the thumb against a trigger
faltered. He had seen the beautiful fitted in the handle. But this fan,
flowers in Fifth Avenue! The furs instead of having blades of colored
in the shops were of the exquisite¬ metal, was supplied with brightly
ness ! Never was there such a parade nickeled arms which shone in the
of beauty, culture and refinement as lamplight like a trio of new mirrors.
could be found in that so wonderful “Observe, Mademoiselle; behold!”
street! de Grandin cried sharply, signing to
I listened open-mouthed with me to turn the electric bulbs on full
wonder. Time given to extraneous strength at the same time.
matters when he was engaged in a The girl’s languid gaze lowered
case was time wasted according to his from the ceiling a moment and rested
ideas, I knew, yet here he sat and on the little Frenchman. Instantly
chattered like a gossiping magpie to he advanced the mirror-fan to with¬
a girl who plainly took small interest in six inches of her face and began
in his talk. spinning it violently with quick,
Eight o’clock struck on the tall sharp jerks at the rotating loop.
clock in the hall below, still he re¬ “Regardez, si’l vous plait,” he or¬
lated humorous incidents in his life, dered, spinning the whirling mirrors
and described the chestnut trees and faster and faster.
WEIRD TALES
much rest and food will see Made¬ many very evil things in the air
moiselle Julie as well as ever.” which we can no more see than we
Together we tiptoed into the hall, can behold the germs of disease.
roused the sleeping nurse and turned Yes.” He nodded solemn affirma¬
the patient over to her care. tion.
"But when Mademoiselle Julie
“ A nd now the other time you spoke tells me of the mark which came on
-**- of last night has come, I sup¬ her arm, and I recognized the Ru¬
pose?” I said, rather huffily, as we manian word for demon, I think some
drove home. “You were close¬ more. And when she tells me of the
mouthed enough about it all while it bird or bat which fluttered at her
was happening. Will you explain window and yet was not there, I
now ? ’ ’ recognize many things in common
"Most certainly,” he returned in with other cases I have observed-
high good humor, lighting a cigar¬ "Foolish people, my friend, some¬
ette, breathing in a great lungful of times say, ‘ Come in, ’ when they think
smoke, then discharging the vapor the wind has blown their door ajar.
with a sigh of gusty content. "It was It is not well to do so. Who knows
most simple—like everything else— what invisible terror awaits without,
when once I knew the answer. needing only the spoken invitation
"To begin: When first Captain unthinkingly made to enter? For at¬
Loudon explained his daughter’s tend me, my friend, very rarely can
case, it seemed like one of simple the evil ones come in unless they are
hysteria to me, and one which any first invited, and very rarely can
capable physician could cure. ‘Why, they be gotten out once they have
then,’ I ask me, ‘does Monsieur le been bidden to enter. So all these
Capitaine seek the services of Jules things fit together in my mind, and I
de Grandin? I am not a great phy¬ say to me, ‘Morbleu, we have here a
sician.’ I have no answer, and at poltergeist, and nothing else. Cer¬
first I decline the case, as you know. tainly. ’
"But when we go to his house and "But why should a poltergeist at¬
behold Mademoiselle Julie all uncon¬ tach his evil self to that sweet
scious as she wandered about, I was Mademoiselle Julie? True, she are
of another mind; and when I hear very pretty, but there are other
the noises which accompanied her, I pretty women in the world of whom
was of still a third mind. But when the poltergeister do not seek shelter.
that evil one hurled a knife at my "Then when the demon tell us he
head, I said to me, ‘Parbleu, it is the hold her completely in his power and
challenge! Shall Jules de Grandin makes her to dance almost nude in
fly from such a contest ? ’ her father’s house and sticks pins and
“Now, across the Rhine from needles in her, I hear something else.
France, those bodies have some words I hear him promise to take her life.
which are most expressive. Among "Why? What have she done that
them is poltergeist, which signifies a she must die?
pelting ghost, a ghost which flings "Then I see the picture of Anna
things around-the house. But more Wassilko. Very like Mademoiselle
often he is not a ghost at all, he is' Julie she was, but there was a subtle
some evil entity which plagues a man, something in her face which makes
or more frequently a woman. Not me know she was not the same. And
. for nothing, my friend, did the what story does Monsieur le Capi¬
ancients refer to Satan as the Prince taine tell when I ask about her? Ah,
of the Powers of the Air, for there are now we begin to see the light! She
w. T—3
530 WEIRD TALES
were Rumanian by birth and partly mission’ to all others who try to
by ancestry. Very good. She had come in. Mademoiselle Julie slept
gone to school with her cousin, peacefully through the night, as you
Mademoiselle Julie. Again good. did observe. ’ ’
She had lived in the same house here, “But what was all that monkey
she had loved the same man, and she business with the mistletoe?’’ I de¬
had committed suicide; best of all. I manded.
need now only a little reassuring as
“Tiens, my friend, the monkey’s
to the reason why—the result I
business had nothing to do with
already know.
that,” he assured me. “Do you, per¬
“You know what Mademoiselle
haps, remember what the mistletoe
Julie told us; it all fitted in well with
stands for at Noel f”
the theory I had formed. But there
was work to be done that night. “You mean a kiss?”
“The demon which made Julie do “What else? It is the plant held
all kinds of things she knew not of sacred to lovers in this day, but in
had promised to take her life. How the elder times it was the holy bush
to circumvent her? That were the of the Druids. With it they cast
question. many spells, and with it they cast out
‘ ‘ I think. ‘ This young woman goes many evil-workers. Not by mistake is
off into trances, and does all manner it the lover’s tree today, for it is a
of queer things without knowing of powerful charm against evil and will
them,’ I inform me. ‘Would she not assuredly lay the unhappy ghost of
do much the same in a state of hyp¬ one who dies because of unfortunate
nosis?’ Assuredly. Very well, then. love. Voild—you do catch the con¬
“I procure me a set of whirling nection?”
mirrors, not because there is any “I never heard that before-” I
magic in them but because they are began, but he cut me short with a
the easiest thing to focus the subject’s chuckle.
attention. Last night I use them, “Much you have never heard,
and hypnotize Mademoiselle Julie be¬ Trowbridge, my friend,” he accused,
fore die poltergeist has a chance to “yet all of it is true, none the less.”
conquer her consciousness. Hypno¬ “And that hideous shadow?”
tism, when all is said and done, is the He sobered instantly. “Who can
rendering of a subject’s objective say? In life Mademoiselle Anna was
mind passive while the mind of the beautiful, but she went forth from
operator is substituted for that of the the world uncalled and in an evil
subject. The poltergeist, which was way, my friend. Who knows what
really the revenant of Anna, had sub¬ evil shape she is doomed to wear in
stituted her mind for Julie’s on the next life? The less we think on
former occasions; now I get there that subject the better for our sleep
first, and place my mind in her brain. hereafter.
There is no room for the other, and “Come, we are at your house once
Mademoiselle Julie can not take sug¬ more. Let us drink one glass of
gestions or brain-hints from the ghost brandy for luck’s sake, then to sleep.
and destroy herself. No, Jules de Mordieu, me, I feel as though I had
Grandin is already in possession of been stranger to my bed since my
her brain-house, and he says ‘No Ad¬ fifth birthday!”
O NE by one the pale stars in
the sky overhead had twin¬
and innumerable other systems had
broken up and vanished, and their
kled fainter and gone otft. fragments had swelled the clouds of
One by one those flaming lights dust which were engulfing the entire
had dimmed and darkened. One by universe. In the billions of years
one they had vanished forever, and which had passed, sweeping every¬
in their places had come patches of thing on toward the gathering doom,
ink that blotted ont immense areas of the huge bodies, once countless, that
a sky once luminous with stars. had dotted the sky and hurtled
Years had passed; centuries had through unmeasurable immensities of
fled backward; the accumulating space had lessened in number and dis¬
thousands had turned into millions, integrated until the black pall of the
and they, too, had faded into the ob¬ sky was broken only at rare intervals
livion of eternity. The earth had by dim spots of light—light ever
disappeared. The sun had cooled and growing paler and darker.
hardened, and had dissolved into the No one knew when the dust had be¬
dust of its grave. The solar system gun to gather, but far back in the for-
631
532 WEIRD TALES
gotten dawn of time the dead worlds planets and sueked their very being;
had vanished, unremembered and un- it washed, hateful and brooding,
moumed. about the monarehs and plucked at
Those were the nuclei of lie dust. their lands and deserts.
Those were the progenitors of the uni¬ Thicker, thicker, always thicker
versal dissolution which now ap¬ grew the Cosmic Dust, until the
proached its completion. Those were giants no longer could watch eaeh
the stars which had first burned out, other’s gyres far aeross the void. In¬
died, and wasted away in myriads of stead, they thundered through the
atoms. Those were the mushroom waste, lonely, despairing, and lost.
growths whieh had first passed into In solitary grandeur they burned
nothingness in a puff of dust. their brilliant beauty. In solitary
Slowly the faint wisps had gath¬ defeat and death they disappeared.
ered into clouds, the clouds into seas, Of all the stars in all the countless
and the seas into monstrous oceans host that once had spotted the
of gently heaving dust, dust that heavens, there remained only An-
drifted from dead and dying worlds, tares. Antares, immensest of the
from interstellar collisions of plung¬ stars, alone was left, the last body in
ing stars, from rushing meteors and the universe, inhabited by the last
streaming eomets whieh flamed from race ever to have consciousness, ever
the void and hurtled into the abyss. to live. That race, in hopeless com¬
The dust had spread and spread. passion, had watched the darkening
The dim luminosity of the heavens skies and had counted with miserly
had become fainter as great blots of care the stars which resisted. Every
blade appeared far in the outer one that twinkled out wrenched their
depths of Space. In all the millions hearts; every one that ceased to
and billions and trillions of years that struggle and was swallowed by the
had fled into the past, the cosmic dust tides of dust added a new strain to
had been gathering, and the starry the national anthem, that indescrib¬
horde had been dwindling. There able melody, that infinitely somber
was a time when the universe con¬ psean of doom which tolled a solemn
sisted of hundreds of millions of harmony in every heart of the dying
stars, planets, and suns; but they race. The dwellers had built a great
were ephemeral as life or dreams, and crystal dome around their world in
they faded and vanished, one by one. order to keep out the dust and to
The smaller worlds were obliter¬ keep in the atmosphere, and under
ated first, then the larger, and so in this dome the watchers kept then-
ever-ascending steps to the unchecked silent sentinel. The Shadows had
giants whieh roared their fury and swept in faster and faster from the
blazed their whiteness through the farther realms of darkness, engulfing
conquering dust and the realms of more rapidly the last of the stars.
night. Never did the Cosmic Dust The astronomers’ task had become
cease its hellish and relentless war on easier, but the saddest on .Antares:
the universe; it choked the little that of watching Death and Oblivion
aerolites; rt swallowed the helpless spread a pall of blackness over all
satellites; it swirled around the leap¬ that was, all that would be.
ing comets that rocketed from one The last star, Mira, second only to
black end of the universe to the Antares, had shone frostily pale,
other, flaming their trailing splendor, twinkled more darkly—and vanished.
tearing paths of wild adventure There was nothing in all Space ex¬
through horizonless infinitudes the cept an illimitable expanse of dust
dust already ruled; it clawed at the that stretehed on and on in every di-
THE RED BRAIN 533
rection; only this, and Antares. No which had dotted the heavens when
longer did the astronomers watch the the deep was sprinkled with stars in
heavens to glimpse again that dying the years now gone. Antares was the
star before it succumbed. No longer hugest sun that had leaped from the
did they scan the upper reaches— primeval chaos. When it cooled, it
everywhere swirled the dust, en¬ cooled far more slowly than the
shrouding Space with a choking others, and when life once began it
blackness. Once there had been was assured of an existence not of
sown through the abyss a multitude thousands, not of millions, but of bil¬
of morbidly beautiful stars, whitely lions of years.
shining, wan—now there was none. That life, when it began, had
Once there had been light in the passed from the simple forms to the
sky—now there was none. Once age of land juggernauts, and so by
there had been a dim phosphor¬ steps on and on up the scale. The
escence in the vault—now it was a civilizations of other worlds had
heavy-hanging pall of ebony, a ray¬ reached their apex and the worlds
less realm of gloom, a smothering themselves become cold and lifeless at
thing of blackness eternal and the time when the mighty civilization
infinite. of Antares was beginning. The star
had then passed through a period of
“'\X/e meet again in this Hall of warfare until such terrific and fear¬
» » the Mist, not in the hope that ful scourges of destruction were pro¬
a remedy has been found, but that we duced that in the Two Days War
find how best it is fitting that we die. seven billion of the eight and one-
We meet, not in the vain hope that half billion inhabitants were slaugh¬
we may control the dust, but in the tered. Those two days of carnage
hope that we may triumph even as we ended war for eons.
are obliterated. We can not win the From then on, the golden age be¬
struggle, save in meeting our death gan. The minds of the people of
heroically. ’ ’ Antares became bigger and bigger,
The speaker paused. All around their bodies proportionately smaller,
him towered a hall of Space rampant. until the cycle eventually was com¬
Far above spread a vague roof whose pleted. Every being in front of the
flowing sides melted into the lost and speaker was a monstrous heap of
dreamy distances, a roof supported black viscidity, each mass an enor¬
by unseen walls and by the mighty mous brain, a sexless thing that lived
pillars which rolled upward at long for Thought. Long ago it had been
intervals from the smoothly marbled discovered that life could be created
floor. A faint haze seemed always to artificially in tissue formed in the
be hanging in the air because of the laboratories of the chemists.. Sex
measureless lengths of that architect¬ was thus destroyed, and the inhab¬
ural colossus. Dim in the distance, itants no longer spent their time in
the speaker reclined on a metal dais taking care of families. Nearly all
raised above the sea of beings in front the countless hours that were saved
of him. But he was not, in reality, were put into scientific advance, with
a speaker, nor was he a being such as the result that the star leaped for¬
those which had inhabited the world ward in an age of progress never
called Earth. paralleled.
Evolution, because of the unusual The beings, rapidly becoming
conditions on Antares, had proceeded Brains, found that by the extermina¬
along lines utterly different from tion of the parasites and bacteria on
those followed on the various bodies Antares, by changing their own or-
534 WEIRD TALES
gariic structure, and by willing to not the others. There was no reward
live, they approached immortality. offered, for there was no reward ade¬
They discovered the secrets of Time quate. All that the Brain would re¬
and Space; they knew the extent of ceive would be glory as one of the
the universe, and how Space in its greatest which has ever been pro¬
farther reaches became self-annihilat¬ duced. The rest of us, too, would re¬
ing. They knew that life was self- ceive only the effects of that glory in
created and controlled its own period the knowledge that we had conquered
of duration. They knew that when a Fate, hitherto, and still, considered
life, tired of existence, killed itself, it inexorable; we would derive pleasure
was dead forever; it could not live only from the fact that we, self-
again, for death was the final chem¬ creating and all but supreme, had
ical change of life. made ourselves supreme by conquer¬
These were the shapes that spread ing the most powerful menace which
in the vast sea before the speaker. has ever attacked life, time, and the
They were shapes because they could universe: the Cosmic Dust.
assume any form they wished. Their “Our most intelligent Brains have
all-powerful minds had oomplete con¬ been thinking on this one subject for
trol of that which was themselves. untold millions of years. They have
When the Brains were desirous of excluded from their thoughts every¬
traveling, they relaxed from their thing except the question: How can
usual semi-rigidity and flowed from the dust be checked I They have pro¬
place to place like a stream of ink duced innumerable plans which have
rushing down a hill; when they were been tested thoroughly. All have
tired, they flattened into disks; when failed. We have hurled into the void
expounding their thoughts, they be¬ uncontrollable bolts of lightning, in¬
came towering pillars of rigid ooze; terplanetary sheets of flame, in the
and when lost in abstraction, or in a hope that we might fuse masses of
pleasurable contemplation of the un- the dust into new, incandeseent
•bounded worlds created in their worlds. We have anchored huge
minds, within whidk they often magnets throughout Space, hoping to
wandered, they resembled huge, attract the dust, which is faintly
dormant balls. magnetic, and thus to solidify it or
From the speaker himself had clear much of it from the waste. We
come no sound although he had im¬ have caused fearful disturbances by
parted his thoughts to his sentient exploding our most powerful com¬
assembly. The thoughts of the pounds in the realms about us, hop¬
Brains, when their minds permitted, ing to set the dust so violently in
emanated to those about them in¬ motion that the chaos would become
stantly, lfke electric waves. Antares tempestuous with the storms of
was a world of unbroken silence. creation. With our rays of annihila¬
The Great Brain’s thoughts con¬ tion, we have blasted billion-mile
tinued to flow out. “Long ago, the paths through the ceaselessly surging
approaching doom became known to dust. We have destroyed the life on
us all. We could do nothing. It Betelgeuse and rooted there titanic
does not matter greatly, of course, developers of vacua, sprawling, whir¬
for existence is a useless tiling which ring machines to suck the dust from
benefits no one. But nevertheless, at Space and heap it up ctn that star.
that meeting in an unremembered We have liberated enormous quan¬
year, we asked those who were willing tities of gas, lit them, and sent the
to try to think of some possible way hot and furious fires madly flashing
of saving our own star, at least, if through the affrighted dust. In our
THE RED BRAIN 535
desperation, we have even asked for the thoughts of the Great Brain had
the aid of the Ether-Eaters. Yes, we stopped flowing. The electric waves
have in finality exercised our Will- which had filled the vast Hall of the
Power to sweep back the rolling bil¬ Mist sank, and for a long time a
lows! In vain! What has been ac¬ strange tranquillity brooded there.
complished? The dust has retreated But the mass was never still; the sea
for a moment, has paused—and has in front of the dais rippled and bil¬
welled onward. It has returned lowed from time to time as waves of
silently triumphant, and it has again thought passed through it. Yet no
hung its pall of blackness over a fear- Brain offered to speak, and the seeth¬
haunted, nightmare-ridden Space.” ing expanse, as the minutes crept by,
Swelling in soundless sorrow again became quiet.
through the Hall of the Mist rose the In a thin column on the dais, rising
racing thoughts of the Great Brain. high into the air, swayed the Great
“Our chemists with a bitter dogged¬ Brain; again and again it swept its
ness never before displayed have de¬ glance around the hall, peering
voted their time to the production of among the rolling, heaving shapes in
Super-Brains, in the hope of making the hope of finding somewhere in
one which could defeat the Cosmic those thousands one which could offer
Dust. They have changed the chem¬ a suggestion. But the minutes
icals used in our genesis; they have passed, and time lengthened, with no
experimented with molds and forms; response; and the sadness of the fixed
they have tried every resource.. With and changeless end crept across the
what result? There have come forth last race. And the Brains, wrapped
raging monstrosities, mad abomina¬ in their meditation, saw the Dust
tions, satanic horrors and ravenous pushing at the glass shell of Antares
foul things howling wildly the name¬ with triumphant mockery.
less and indescribable phantoms that The Great Brain had expected no
thronged their minds. We have reply, since for centuries it had been
killed them in order to save ourselves. considered futile to combat the Dust;
And the Dust has pushed onward! and so, when its expectation, though
We have appealed to every living not its wish, was fulfilled, it relaxed
Brain to help us. We appealed, in and dropped, the signal that the
the forgotten, dream-veiled centuries, meeting was over.
for aid in any form. From time to But the motion had scarcely been
time we have been offered plans, completed, when from deep within
which for a while have made terrific the center of the sea there came a
inroads on the Dust, but plans which violent heave; in a moment, a section
have always failed. collected itself and rushed together;
“The triumph of the Cosmic Dust like a waterspout it swished upward
has almost come. There is so little and went streaming toward the roof
time left us that our efforts now must until it swayed thin and tenuous as a
inevitably be futile. But today, in column of smoke, the top of the Brain
the hope that some Brain, either of peering down from the dimness of
the old ones or of the gigantic new the upper hall.
ones, has discovered a possibility not “I have found an infallible plan!
yet tried, we have called this confer¬ The Red Brain has conquered the
ence, the first in more than twelve Cosmic Dust!”
thousand years.” A terrific tenseness leaped upon
less tomb of the farther marble. The an exaltation; a strain of furious joy
Great Brain, hardly relaxed, rose ran through it, a repetition of, “The
again. And with a curious whirling Red Brain has conquered the Dust.
motion the assembled horde suddenly Others have failed, but he has not.
revolved. Immediately, the Red Play the national anthem in honor of
Brain hung upward from the middle the Red Brain, for he has triumphed.
of a sea which had become an am¬ Place him at your head, for he has
phitheater in arrangement, all Brains conquered the Dust. Exalt him who
looking toward the center. A sup¬
has proved himself the greatest of all.
pressed expectancy and hope electri¬
Worship him who is greater than
fied the air.
Antares, greater than the Cosmic
The Red Brain was one of the later Dust, greater than the Universe.”
creations of the chemists, and had
Abruptly it stopped. The puzzled
come forth during the experiments to
Brains looked up. The .Red Brain
produce more perfect Brains. Pre¬
viously, they had all been black; but, had ceased its nodding motion for a
perhaps because of impurities in the moment, and had closed its thoughts
chemicals, this one had evolved in an to them. But along its entire length
extremely dark, dull-red color. It it began a gyratory spinning, until
was regarded with wonder by its it whirled at an incredible speed.
companions, and more so when they Something antagonistic suddenly
found that many of its thoughts could emanated from it. And before the
not be grasped by them. What it Brains could grasp the situation, be¬
allowed the others to know of what fore they could protect themselves by
passed within it was to a large ex¬ closing their minds, the will-impulses
tent incomprehensible. No one knew of the Red Brain, laden with hatred
how to judge the Red Brain, but and death, were throbbing about them
much had been expected from it. and entering their open minds. Like
a whirlwind spun the Red Brain,
Thus, when the Red Brain sent
hurtling forth its hate. Like half-
forth its announcement, the others
inflated balloons the other Brains had
formed a huge circle around, their
lain around it; like cooling glass
minds passive and open for the ex¬
bubbles they tautened for a second;
planation. Thus they lay, silent, and like pricked balloons, as their
while awaiting the discovery. And thoughts and thus their lives were
thus they reclined, completely un¬ annihilated, since Thought was Life,
prepared for what followed. they flattened, instantaneously dis¬
For, as the Red Brain hung in the solving into pools of evanescent slime.
air, it began a slow but restless sway¬ By tens and by hundreds they sank,
ing; and as it swayed, its thoughts destroyed by the sweeping, unchecked
poured out in a rhythmic chant. thoughts of the Red Brain which
High above them it towered, a filled the hall; by groups, by sections,
smooth, slender column, whose lofty by paths around the whole circle fell
end was moving ever faster and the doomed Brains in that single
faster while nervous shudders rip¬ moment of carelessness, while pools of
pled up and down its length. And thick ink collected, flowed together,
the alien chant . became stronger, crept onward, and became rivers of
stronger, until it changed into a wild pitch rushing down the marble floor
with a soft, silken swish.
and dithyrambic paean to the beauty
of the past, to the glory of the The hope of the universe had lain
present, to the splendor of the future. with the Red Brain.
And the lay became a moaning praise, And the Red Brain was mad.
T HE Dennison home is a quiet,
roomy place, neither new nor
screens, he laughed at her for remon¬
strating.
old. It has wide, kindly What caused this change in him,
spaces; the walls smile at you. she is never to know; so John Den¬
The house has many closets, hut nison has vowed to himself, to his
not a skeleton in any of them—and son Robert, and to his friend Dr.
as for ghosts, no one has ever died Hedges.
there. “A woman couldn’t know a thing
There is no luxury, and equally, like that!” he has told them.
no mystery—not at all the place to At breakfast, on that day, late in
tempt a night-marauding visitor, the previous summer, which he is
from this or any other world; and never to forget, he had asked Mollie
Mollie Dennison, its gentle mistress, casually, “Robert up yet?”
finds it strange that her husband “Yes—or he was; he’s lying on the
should he so insistent, of late, about couch in the library and he wants to
having every door and window on see you before you go; he said
the first floor tightly locked every wouldn’t you please come in?”
night. Only last summer, many of “Nonsense! Why doesn’t he come
them were commonly left open, and to the table?”
even when he forgot to hook the “John, dear, the boy’s sick; and
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538 WEIRD TALES
that welt on the head that sent him living for, just as he got that blow
—where he is now.” on the head that finished him? To
“And you think he comes hack be revenged on Rob, because he
every night to choke you ? ’ ’ thought he had queered the game.
“I’d forgotten he choked me,” Now, if the mass of molecules, or
mused the hoy. atoms, or even electrons, that must
“But he comes back in a dream, be released at death (for something
Rob! Don’t you see now that it’s is released, John), could retain an
all a dream?” impression, a purpose—can’t you
“And don’t you see that I’ll lose find it possible to suppose that it
my mind if this thing doesn’t let could animate another body—even
up? And will you stay with me to¬ an elemental one?”
night, anyway until midnight, or— “But—even supposing that, Bob
say—1 o’clock?” had the light on one night, and—
John Dennison rose sharply. he says he felt him, but couldn’t see
“I will—to keep you from calling him! ’ ’
on somebody else. Nice thing to get “It is by no means probable that
around—ghosts! ’ ’ all the elemental forms are visible
“Dad! You promise?” to us. You’ve seen those beautiful
“I said I would, didn’t I?” little sea-creatures, John, that are
“ Oh, God! ” sobbed the boy hoarse¬ exactly like glass, yet have life and
ly, as a flood of relief rolled over motion; and even that familiar
his parched nerves. “Oh, God!” thing, the eel, is transparent at one
He flung himself face down on the stage. You could imagine a being
leather couch, and his slender body so perfectly transparent as to be in¬
shook in hysteria. His father looked visible, yet alive. Now, supposing
down at him sadly. that the freed human particles enter
“I didn’t know it was so bad, into and animate an elemental,
Rob by,” he gruffly admitted. transparent body-”
“Don’t tell him, but I’m going to “Where would they find such a
see Hedges about him,” he told his thing? Why don’t we ever hear of
wife in the front hall, as he was them?”
leaving the house. “It’s nerves. Let “Perhaps, being invisible, it is
him sleep it off, if he can.” easy for them to keep out of our
She had tried to believe, as John way. There are hundreds of relig¬
did, that the dreams would “wear ious beliefs—but we won’t go into
off”, but she was glad and relieved that. John, something living made
to know that their good friend Dr. those marks on that boy’s neck. It’s
Hedges, whose studies of late had
up to us to find out what it is.”
taken a psychopathic turn, was to
“If—if there is anything, why
be asked to help her boy.
hasn’t it—or he—killed him?”
“Tt isn’t as if Rob ever drank a “That’s the Bull Bayman part of
drop, or smoked too much,” it! He repeats the choking inci¬
John told this friend, at the latter’s dent ; possibly he has memory with¬
office, “and he was never afraid of out intelligence.
the fellow; had forgotten, even, that “I think, John,” he added after
he choked him!” a pause, “that I’ll show you some¬
“Bull hadn’t forgotten, though,” thing.”
muttered Hedges. He unlocked a small safe, and
“Bull’s dead.” paused again before he beckoned
“His body is. But what was he Dennison to his side. He had taken
540 WEIRD TALES
from the safe an envelope, the seal thing like his old hoyish enthusiasm,
of which he now broke. now lay sound asleep beside his
“These are photographs — of father. The lights were out, but
‘dreams’,’' he said in a low tone; “I there was a switch near Dennison’s
made them myself.” He exposed left hand.
them slowly, placing one behind an¬ The streets grew more quiet; few¬
other. er vehicles passed.
John staggered to a seat, nauseat¬ Midnight tolled.
ed, horror-stricken. An even deeper quiet settled upon
“I don’t.believe it 1” he cried out the house.
suddenly! The quarter struck. Robert was
“You wouldn’t. But, John, if you still breathing deeply, softly, like a
want me to help Rob, you will have child. His father tried to believe that
to do as I say. Your belief has noth¬ he was not listening for any ether
ing whatever to do with the ease, sound.
you see. Now, first, I want the house Two strokes announced the half-
quiet by 11; you ’re to sleep with hour. His attention was gradually
Rob; Mollic’s to sneak me into a relaxing. There would be nothing
roam near him, without his knowing tonight. Rob had felt so safe, to
I’m there; then I want her to go and have him near; just as he himself
stay with her sister; I’d rather not had felt, to have Frank near.
have her in the house at all. ’ ’
Nonsense! He had always felt
“No!” shuddered John, with an safe enough.
involuntary glance at the safe—a
Those films—someone had fooled
sarcophagus of nightmares.
Frank, that was all.
“No lights, remember, and the
And yet—he remembered the
doors unlocked. Now, I’ll stop at
doctor’s habit of accuracy; his ex¬
your office and arrange about the
treme nicety of perception. Tomor¬
films. Yes, as you say, if there’s
row he would ask him—but now he
anything to make a film of. A cor¬
became aware that Robert was grad¬
ner of your basement will do for
ually drawing away from him. He
that; and I’ll give you all the final
still lay relaxed, not a muscle tense,
instructions. Good-bye, John.”
and breathing easily, yet he was
T he daily routine calmed Denni¬
moving, or being moved, slowly
away. Then, with a deep sigh, he
son, though he felt rather old, rolled over on his back.
rather kicking in the cocksureness
Nothing, after all, but an involun¬
of his own judgment. Had it made
tary change of position.
him cruel to the boy?
But his breathing was getting
“You don't know—you don't
shorter, thicker—he began to stran¬
know!” Robert had said.
gle, to moan—Ms whole body la¬
“You wouldn’t,” Frank Hedges
bored.
had told him, when he had given
“Nightmare!” thought Dennison,
his friend the lie. Well, tonight—
if he must- and had almost reached out his hand
to rouse the boy, when he remem¬
A t 11 o’clock, all had been jfr-
ranged according to Dr. Hedges’
bered Hedges’ command, “If he
chokes I shall hear him. Don’t
instructions, and he himself waited move! Don’t call!”
in the room across the hall. Robert, But suppose Rrank had fallen
who had worked that day with some¬ asleep?
A PROBLEM OF THE DARK 541
John, this long scratch came mighty tity. They’re rare, I grant you, but
near the jugular! ’ ’ suppose they should increase on the
“It felt like it,” muttered John. earth ? ’ ’
“I’ve got one that just missed my “Horrible!”
left eye. We’ll have a beautiful photo “Is the paint ready to smear on?
And the stuff for the flashlight?”
of our unseen friend in a few days,
though.” “ It’s all in the back basement. ’ ’
“Let’s snake him down, then.”
“Good heavens, Frank!” explod¬
ed Dennison, “what do you want of
a photo ? ’ ’
T he doctor’s safe holds another
dream-photo now; Dennison re¬
“Want to see how it looks, of fuses to look at it, and Robert does
course! ’ ’ not know of its existence, though
“Well, I don’t! Feeling it was the rest of the story has been told
bad enough; let’s chop it up and him in detail. He was informed that
burn it in the furnace—it’s a cool the body was burned in the furnace,
night.” which was true. The photo shows a
“See here, John! These things man’s body, with the legs and scales
belong to the hidden side of nature of some great reptile or lizard, and
—but they exist, as I’ve told you, with the face protected by ridges of
and they’re very dangerous!” bone. It is a truly horrific object,
“Well, you’ve killed it.” yet Dr. Hedges declares that it
“Yes, and I’m going to study it. shows a decided resemblance to Bull
There must be some clue to its iden¬ Bayman.
from time to time, but whether one, Alcibar, “but we must also be cau¬
two or three meals a day, he had no tious. First, remove your clothing.
means of lmowing, for he was always I have brought apparel more suit¬
hungry. able than that you are wearing, for
As he struggled grimly at his hope¬ the work that lies before us.”
less task the sound of a human voice, Quickly slipping out of his slave
the first he had heard since his in¬ garments, the Irishman donned the
carceration, came eerily to him from new clothing which Alcibar provided.
the darkness at his back. Someone “They are the robes of a priest of
was softly calling his name. Startled, Re,” he explained. “I am similarly
he ceased his efforts and dropped, attired and have gone about the tem¬
catlike, to his feet, turning as he ple all day undetected, so they should
dropped. prove an excellent disguise for you.”
Again the unseen presence ad¬ “Righto,” said Dan. “Let’s go.
dressed him. Do yez know where we can find me
‘ ‘ Is that you, Dan Rafferty ? ’ ’ friend Buell?”
“Sure, it’s nobody else. And who “ If I mistake not, he is now on his
the divvil may you be?” way to the temple, where he will
“Hush! Not so loud!” He heard shortly re-enact the story of the
the unseen owner of the voice move death of Osiris. ’ ’
stealthily closer. “I am Alcibar, the “Yez mane he’s going to be kilt?”
prisoner you befriended three days “Precisely. We go now to save
ago. Ever since I slipped my metal him. Re grant that we will be in
collar, thanks to your sharp file, I time! Here, give me your hand. ’ ’
have been searching for you. Only Guided by Alcibar, Dan hurried
today did I learn that you were con¬ through numerous passageways and
fined here, so I have hastened to keep corridors. The ex-priest, it seemed,
my promise.” had an almost uncanny knowledge of
“Did yez bring the file?” every twist and turn and a marvel¬
“I did. Here, let me cut your ous sense of direction. Presently
collar for you. I believe that practise they mounted a dark stairway, then
has made me quite adept. ’ ’ another, faintly lighted, and still an¬
Crouching there in the darkness, other in which they could see quite
Dan waited stoically while the hard plainly.
tool, stroke by stroke, cut into the “Pull your cowl over your head,”
metal that held him, nor did he more admonished Alcibar. “We will have
than wince on those occasions when to pass many guards now, and the
it slipped and mingled his blood with way is better lighted farther on.’t
the bits of metal that were falling on They encountered two guards at
his neck. the foot of the next stairway and
After fully an hour of patient labor passed them unchallenged. More
on the part of Alcibar and heroic en¬ guards and several priests were met
durance on the part of Rafferty, the and passed on the next level with the
stubborn metal yielded and Dan same result.
stood up.. He shook himself like a At the second basement level, the
beast of burden just freed from the fifth above the dungeon from which
yoke. they had come, Rafferty’s companion
“Begorry, it feels good to have led him away from a stairway and
that damned thing off,” he said, through a gigantic storeroom piled
“even though most of me skin went with boxes, bales and casks.
with it. Where do we go from here ? ’ ’ “Our progress from now on,” he
“We must make haste,” replied said, “will be through a secret way
544 WEIRD TALES
known only to Mezzar Hashin, Seth- He next applied his single eye to a
ral and myself. It is intended solely tiny hole in the paneled wall.
for the use of the Osiris and the High “Come,” he said. “I will show you
Priest of Re. ’ ’ one of your friends.”
Walking behind a pile of boxes he Dan looked through the hole. A
stepped before a blank wall, appa¬ semicircle of yellow-robed priests
rently of solid masonry, reached up¬ knelt before the altar, which was
ward to a chink above his head, in¬ slightly to the left of his line of
serted his finger and pushed. To vision, while Sethral walked back and
the astonishment of Rafferty, a cun¬ forth before it, muttering incanta¬
ningly concealed door, made of metal tions and throwing incense in the
and faced with stone that exactly flames. At his right he saw the huge
matched the stone around it, • swung image of Isis, the lighting switches
open. Behind it was a spiral, metal of which he had twice repaired. A
stairway. priest of Re was operating them. In
The two men entered the aperture. the hall beyond he saw a vast crowd
Then Alcibar pulled the door shut of people, and quite near him a
after him and led the way up the beautiful girl in a blue-canopied lit¬
steps. ter, surrounded by blue-garbed vir¬
gins, priestesses and giant Amazonian
A fter climbing for some distance guards.
they arrived at a square landing, “Don’t see anybody I know,” he
from which two narrow passageways said.
branched in opposite directions. Hear¬ ‘ ‘ The girl beneath the blue canopy.
ing footsteps above him, Dan judged Do you not know her? She is the
that they were just beneath one of fiancee of your friend, Alan Buell.”
the floors of the temple. They took “Begorry, is that Doris Lee? Sure
the passageway which led to the right and the bye picked himself a peach!
and, following it for some distance, If I’d nivver seen Mary Mooney I’d
arrived at the foot of a short, straight call her the prettiest girl I ivver
stairway. clapped eyes on.”
Turning, the ex-priest placed his As Dan turned away from the
hand on Dan’s arm. opening a hollow, rhythmic booming
“From now on,” he said, “we sounded above their heads.
must preserve absolute quiet. The “Your friend has arrived at the
slightest sound may mean sudden temple gates,” said Alcibar. “The
death for both of us.” great drum beats the welcome of Re
He mounted the steps with catlike to the Osiris N.”
tread and Dan followed, scarcely While Alcibar talked he lifted the
permitting himself to breathe. At lid of a huge, gilded chest that stood
the top, Alcibar cautiously raised a in one comer, searched among its con¬
trap-door and peered through the tents for a moment, and then drew
orifice. Then he pushed it up silently forth a gaudy yellow robe similar to
and stepped to the floor above, that worn by the High Priest. Re¬
beckoning Rafferty to follow. They moving his plain robe, he donned it.
were in a narrow, dimly lighted space From another section of the chest he
between a paneled wall and a thick, took two weapons that made Dan
yellow curtain. Rafferty dance with delight. They
Alcibar lowered the trap-door once were short clubs, each weighted at
more, tiptoed to the end of the cur¬ one end with a ball of iron the size
tain, and peered around it. of a lemon and ringed with a leather
“All is well so far,” he whispered. wrist-loop at the other end.
THE BRIDE OF OSIRIS 545
“Faith, that’s a pretty pair of took a turn up and down the narrow
ehillalahs, ” said Dan. space, hefting the weapon, testing its
Alcibar flung his old robe into the balance, and swinging, now and then,
chest and closed the lid. Then he at an imaginary enemy. Tiring of
handed one of the clubs to Dan. this amusement at length, he stopped
The beating of the great drum was and peered around the heavy yellow
suddenly stilled, and the plaintive curtain. Beyond it he saw a small,
strains of Oriental music burst forth empty room, across the opposite side
of which was stretched another simi¬
from somewhere behind them.
“The dance begins,” said Alcibar. lar curtain. A door in the wall at his
“If you will look out the spy-hole right was closed.
you may be able to see Delra.” Presently an odd, clattering noise
Dan looked. came from the direction of the altar.
Alcibar bounded noiselessly past him
‘ ‘ The dirty divvils! ” he exclaimed.
“Oh, the dirty, cowardly divvils! and crouched beside the door, his
Would yez look at that poor little club gripped in his right hand.
“Get behind the curtain,” he said,
white back all covered with bloody
welts. If I ivver get me two hands “and make not the slightest sound or
movement until I call to you. The
on that High Priest I’ll-”
“Stop!” The single eye of the time for action has come.”
former High Priest regarded him
sternly. “Remember, when the time CHAPTER 16
comes, the life of Sethral belongs to THE BRIDE OF OSIRIS
me. It is I who have suffered most
at his hands. ’ ’ W hen Doris Lee saw the unearth¬
“In that case,” replied Dan, ly thing that fluttered upward
“here’s wishin’ yez luck, and I hope from the room which Buell had
yez break ivvery bone in his body. ’ ’ entered, she did not, of course, give
“If things work out as planned I credence to the statement of the fat
can at least guarantee that he will priestess that it was the soul of Alan
never see the light of another day. Buell. She believed that the vaunted
Better let me at the spy-hole now. It magic of the Egyptian priests was
will soon be time for our part in the legerdemain, pure and simple, even
ceremony.” though they sometimes appeared to
Chafing with impatience, Dan work miracles. What she really
leaned against the paneled wall while feared was that the harpylike crea¬
his companion kept watch. Presently ture symbolized the flight of his soul
the music changed. —in short, that he had really been
‘ ‘ Is Mary—I mane Delra, out there slain. Her hand stole to the keen
yet?” dagger beneath her girdle and rested
“No, she has gone with the rest of there uncertainly for a moment. No.
the dancers, but have no fear. I will She would wait. She must make sure
know where to find her when the time that all hope was lost before plunging
comes. ’ ’ alone into the great, dark beyond.
Rafferty fidgeted uneasily as he With fear-filled eyes she watched
stood listening to the sounds from the preparations for the next part of
without. This waiting jarred on his the ceremony. A group of soldiers
nerves. Here he was, a fighting, two- in suits and helmets of crocodile
fisted Irishman with a perfectly good leather rushed in through a side door
club in his hands, and only a few in disorderly array, shouting hoarsely
feet from him were a score of polls and waving their simitars aloft. Her
he would dearly love to crack. He instructress had taught her to know
546 WEIRD TALES
the various masks, uniforms and in¬ brandishing their weapons. A group
signia, and she recognized them as of temple slaves removed the sizzling
followers of Set, the crocodile god, crucible.
mortal enemy of Osiris. Ten of their Thansor, her fat instructress, looked
number carried a crucible of molten up with a gloating expression on her
lead with charcoal blazing beneath it. moonlike face.
Six more bore a huge gilded chest of “The chest will now be shot into
strange design. On each side were the lake,” she said, “symbolizing the
four planes, slanting upward toward hurling of the chest containing the
the front. A small propeller and body of Osiris into the Nile after Set
rudder were attached to the rear. and his followers had betrayed him. ’ ’
The crucible was placed before the Too numb with horror to reply,
altar. The chest was laid directly in Doris leaned back in her palanquin
front of it. Still shouting and bran¬ with half-closed eyes and prayed for
dishing their weapons, the leather- strength.
clad soldiers danced about it. When the last leather-clad figure
A flash of yellow at the right of the had disappeared through the door¬
altar caught her eye. It was the way, the followers of Osiris set up an
unearthly wailing that was joined in
High Priest, still wearing the croco¬
by her own women. The moon-faced
dile mask and gnashing the teeth as
priestess again addressed Doris.
he moved the hideous muzzle from
“ Weep, ” she said. “ Weep for the
side to side. Behind him he dragged
departed Osiris N. It is in the ritual
a limp, white-clad form.
that Isis should so weep. ’ ’
At sight of the priest the soldiers
redoubled their cries and several of Doris looked down at her dully.
their number rushed up the steps to “I can not,” she replied, and
meet him. They picked up the white- turned her head away.
clad body and carried it toward the The cries of the mourners were
chest while two of their comrades re¬ interrupted by a shout from behind
moved the massive lid. her palanquin. Then, hurtling past
Was it the body of Buell? The fea¬ her she saw the hawk-masked Horus.
tures were still covered with the black At his heels a horde of men in jackets
mask, but she strove for a view of the that bristled with hawk feathers fol¬
disk that fronted the head-piece. As lowed, shouting: “Where is Set?
four men raised the body, prepara¬ Where is the cowardly assassin of our
tory to placing it in the chest, the lord, Osiris?”
head fell back and she saw a black “Who seeks Set?” The High
“N” standing out boldly on the Priest, still wearing the crocodile
dish. The dancing figures swam mist¬ mask, appeared in the doorway and
ily before her eyes. She tried to advanced threateningly, followed by
pluck the dagger from her girdle, but, the leather-clad soldiers.
weakened and half fainting as she “Horus, son of Osiris. Horns, the
was, she was scarcely able to move avenger, seeks the slayer of his
her hand. She must wait—wait until father.”
strength returned. There followed a realistic sham
When her vision cleared once more battle between the followers of Set
the followers of Set were fastening and those of Horus. Presently the
the lid and sealing it with the molten leather-clad men were put to flight
lead. This task completed, they and the High Priest was brought,
swung the chest to their shoulders manacled, before the palanquin of
and, led by the High Priest, carried Isis.
it out of the room, still shouting and It was here that Doris’ part in the
THE BRIDE OP OSIRIS 547
ritual commenced, but she sat, gaz¬ came to her—the strength of despera¬
ing dully at the prisoner until the tion. Wrenching her hand free, she
fat priestess prompted her. Then tore the keen dagger from her girdle
she repeated the lines automatically, and plunged it into her bosom.
like one in a dream.
“Unlock the fetters,” whispered CHAPTER 17
the priestess, handing her a key.
Like a person in a trance, she rose, IN THE MOST HOLY PLACE
stepped down from the palanquin,
and released the High Priest. Things
A lthough Buell appeared passive
to the onlookers as he went
took the semblance of a vivid, terri¬
through his part of the ritual, observ¬
fying dream. She saw Horns, shout¬
ing every detail with the utmost
ing—gnashing his great hawk bill
nicety, his nerves were taut as bow¬
as if enraged by her aetion. Then he
strings, his every faculty alert. At
rushed up to her, tore the diadem
some point in the ceremonies lurked
from her head, and hurled it to the
death, waiting to leap out at him—
floor.
carry him into the black void of
From behind her now came Thoth
eternity. For Doris’ sake as well as
of the ibis mask. In his hands he
for his own, he must be ready to
carried a mask shaped like a eow’s
avoid the hand of the grim reaper
head—the mask of the eow goddess,
until he had accomplished his pur¬
Athor. Doris ’ knees were trembling
pose—the death of Mezzar Hashin.
weakly as he slipped the thing over
As he stood before the altar, mir¬
her head.
roring the motions of Hashin in ac¬
Through the slits in the stuffy mask
cordance with the teachings of Odd,
she saw the High Priest run up the
he tried to devise a way to end the
steps to the right of the altar and dis¬
life of his enemy. He thought of the
appear.. The thunderous voice of
crook, but no. It was too light. It
the great temple drum resounded
might stun yet not kill. He would
through the place, and again the
leap forward and throttle him. But
lights flashed on the giant image of
again, no. It took time to throttle
Osiris. A deafening shout went up
a man, and the guards would be upon
from the multitude.
him in an instant.
“Welcome, 0 son of Re! Thrice
They mounted the steps at the
welcome, mighty Osiris, Lord of
right of the altar and entered a room
Karneter!”
across two ends of which were
All about her, people were pros¬ stretched heavy yellow curtains. The
trating themselves, their faces toward High Priest, still wearing the croco¬
the altar. Then she saw a figure, dile mask, awaited them. This was
elad in the white garments of Osiris, better. Here there would be but two
descending the steps. Instead of a men to fight. Outside there were
black mask and diadem, the shoulders thousands. The High Priest spoke.
were crowned with the homed mask
“The Osiris and the Osiris N will
of the bull, Apis.
kneel with their hacks to the blazing
The figure advanced toward her, disk that they may receive the 8a, the
reached for a hand and clasped hers. divine blessing of Re.”
Came a shout from the kneeling Both men knelt with their hacks
multitude. to the priest. As he bent forward,
“Hail to Isis, Bride of Osiris and Buell twisted his black mask slight¬
co-ruler of Kameter?” ly to the right, that he might watch
At the shock of these words she the movements of the priest, for he
awakened as from a dream. Strength had seen his hand steal beneath his
548 WEIRD TALES
robe. Perhaps it concealed a deadly ceiling of the small room, and tossed
weapon. the bird up through it.
As he watched from the comer of Rafferty caught at his sleeve and*
his eye his suspicions were confirmed, took the arm of Alan.
for the High Priest, while mumbling “Buell,” he said, “I want you to
some incoherent incantations, drew meet up wid me friend, Alcibar.
an iron-headed mace from beneath Alcie, shake hands wid Mr. Buell.
his yellow robe and raised it to strike. Take off yer masks so yez’ll know
When the blow fell he threw himself what each other looks like.”
to one side, then leaped to his feet The former High Priest removed
and swung for where he judged the his mask, and Buell his. They shook
priest’s jaw to be beneath the croco¬ hands gravely. Buell scanned the
dile mask. hideous, mutilated features.
To his intense surprize a powerful ‘ ‘ I should rather meet you any day
hand reached out from behind the than Sethral,” he said.
curtain and caught his arm, checking “Sethral will never slay another
the blow and whirling him about. Osiris N,” replied Alcibar. “Be¬
The owner of the hand spoke softly. hold.”
“Not so fast, me bye. Not so fast. He lifted the yellow curtain. The
Would yez punch a friend in the body of the High Priest of Re was
face?’’ huddled on the floor behind it. A
“Dan Rafferty!” he exclaimed. bloody dent in the right temple
“How in blazes did you get here?” showed how he had died.
“Alcie croaked him as soon as he
“Shush. Not so loud. Yez’ll have
stuck his head in the door, ’ ’ said Dan.
the army down on us like a swarm av
‘ ‘ It was wan peach of a wallop. ’ ’
bees. Now that Hashin’s dead-”
The ex-priest dropped the curtain.
“What?” “We must go on with the cere¬
He turned and saw, for the first mony, ’ ’ he said. ‘ ‘ If there is a break,
time, that the blow had fallen on the someone may suspect that all is not
head of Mezzar Hashin, who was well. Here, help me with this car¬
sprawled on the floor with a tiny cass. ’ ’
stream of blood trickling from the From a pocket of his gown he took
back of his head. The priest had tape and gauze, with which he bound
dragged something from beyond the the bleeding wound in the head of
farther curtain. It was a cage in Hashin, while Rafferty held it up.
which a great homed owl sat, blink¬ Then, taking Buell’s mask and head¬
ing in the unaccustomed glare of dress, he placed them on the head of
light. the corpse, donned his own mask, and
Opening the door of the cage, the dragged the body from the room.
priest removed the bird, avoided a “A slick bye, Alcie,” said Dan
vicious peck from its sharp, curved when he was gone. “Used to be High
beak, and quickly slipped a mask Priest himself. Knows all the ropes. ’ ’
over its head, fastening it with tough ‘ ‘ He isn’t much for looks, ’ ’ replied
strands of thin, barely visible thread, Buell, “but he seems to be a square
which he wound about the body just shooter. ’ ’
beneath the wings. With a start of ‘ ‘ It was Hashin spoiled his looks and
surprize, Buell saw that the mask was Sethral put him up to it,” explained
a hideously contorted likeness of his Dan. “That’s how it happens that
own face. he’s on our side. They did him dirt
The mask in place, the priest pulled and they’ve paid the penalty, but he
a cord that opened a panel in the ain’t through yet. He told me there’s
THE BRIDE OF OSIRIS 549
several more lubbers he wants to get sible. It may be that I can then find
before he checks out. Says he’s livin’ a way of escape for you. ’ ’
only for revenge, but he’ll help us Straightening his heavy bull mask,
get out of this place before he settles Buell stepped out in full view of the
wid the other bozos. ” people. Pausing for a moment to re¬
“That’s generous of him,” an¬ ceive their adulation, he advanced to
swered Buell. where Doris stood and took her hand.
“It ain’t so much generosity. He At the words: “Hail to Isis, Bride of
made a bargain wid me, and he’s a Osiris and co-ruler of Kameter,” he
man of his word. I got him out of started to lead her back toward the
the dungeon. Now he’s going to try altar in accordance with their pre¬
to get us out of Kameter. ’ ’ arranged plan. It was then that she
He drew back the yellow curtain twisted her hand free, whipped out
and stepped behind it. Presently he the dagger and plunged it into her
called softly to Buell. breast. He leaped forward, caught
“Come here, lad,” he said, “and her wrist in a grip of steel, and forced
take a peek at the grand funeral it back, but the point of the dagger
they’re givin’ for yez.” was wet with her blood. She slumped
Peering through the spy-hole, Buell limply into his arms.
saw the leather-clad soldiers place With an agonized cry, he tore the
the body of Hashin in the chest, nail mask of Athor from her head. Her
down the lid, and seal it with molten eyes were closed, her nostrils moving
lead. He turned his gaze in the slightly. A mixed crowd had
direction of Doris and noticed that gathered closely around them. Thoth
her hand stole toward her girdle, then and Homs drove them back.
dropped listlessly. How pale she “Doris,” he cried, “it is I, Alan,
looked, and how utterly forlorn! If come to save you.”
only he might reveal the truth to her! She opened her eyes slowly—looked
But there was no way. The cere¬ up at the ugly bull mask.
mony must be concluded. “Lies!” she said. “Lies! Lies!”
He and Rafferty took turns watch¬ Thoth, however, was not so in¬
ing the battle between the followers credulous. He knew the sound of
of Set and those of Horus, and the Hashin’s voice so well that Alan’s
ceremonies that followed. Shortly first word had aroused his suspicion.
after his fetters had been unlocked Stepping quickly behind him, he
by Doris, Alcibar rushed into the jerked off the mask of Apis.
room. Flinging back the lid of the “A usurper!” he shouted. “It is
gilded chest in the comer, he took the Osiris N! Slay him! ’ ’
therefrom a mask like the shaggy Instantly Buell faced a ring of
head of a bull. bared simitars and couched spears.
“You are now to wear this mask of Horus whipped out his keen blade
the bull, Apis,” he said. “Stand on and presented it at Buell’s heart.
the topmost step until the people “Surrender!” he rasped. “Sur¬
have welcomed you. Then walk down render or die! ’ ’
and take the hand of Isis. Stand
with her until they have proclaimed CHAPTER 18
her the Bride of Osiris. At that point THE VENGEANCE OF ALCIBAR
you are supposed to unmask. To do
so, however, would be fatal, as the A s he stood there in the midst of
people would tear you, limb from the hostile multitude holding the
limb. Instead you must lead her half-fainting Doris and expecting
back up the steps as quickly as pos¬ instant death, Buell heard two sounds
550 WEIRD TALES
hand and the two maces dangling that he stumbled across the bodies of
from his right, Dan Rafferty proudly the other two. Again Buell’s simitar
carried the marks of battle. His drank blood.
yellow robe was full of rents and “Come on,” said Dan. “They’ll
covered with bloodstains, and the have to pull thim three hulks out av
cowl had been completely tom away. the way before they can get through
A simitar-cut above his left eyebrow now. ’ ’
gave him a rather ferocious expres¬ They hurried forward once more
sion. When they had traveled for a and presently saw Alcibar and the
considerable distance he called to two girls waiting for them.
Alcibar. “Go on. What’re yez waitin*
“Where the diwil is that boat yez for?” asked Dan.
were tellin’me about, Alcie? Is it in “We’re waiting for you,” replied
Port Said or Honolulu?” Alcibar. “I now have a way of
“About a half-mile farther on. We stopping further pursuit, for a time
should be there in a few minutes.” at least.”
Faintly at first, but gradually He reached up to a crack in the
growing more distinct, came the masonry and thrust his finger within
sound of voices and footsteps in the it. There was a hum of hidden mo¬
passageway behind them., tors, and a heavy section of wall
“They’re coming,” called Buell. dropped into the passageway behind
“Hurry ahead, all of you. I’U be the them just as the shouts of their pur¬
the rear-guard.” suers began to grow audible again.
“Now be the bones of St. Patrick’s “Another was opened on the other
toe, where do yez get that stuff?” re¬ side which leads into a passageway
plied Rafferty indignantly. “I’ll be that circles and ends in a blank wall
the rear-guard.” about a half-mile back,” explained
“No time for argument. We’ll the ex-priest. “It is a clever thing,
guard the rear together. The girls and was devised by Mezzar Hashin
can go forward with Alcibar.” the Second when he improved the
Buell clutched his simitar, Rafferty original tunnel built by his father.
took a mace in each hand, and they We have only a short distance to go
fell back about fifty feet behind the now.”
others. The expected attack came a
few minutes later. Fortunately for T he tunnel ended at the foot of a
the pursued, the pursuers were the flight of narrow steps. Ascend¬
giant guards of Osiris, who fought ing these, they emerged in a small
at a disadvantage in the low, nar¬ room, one end of which was paneled
row passageway, as they could only with thick glass in the center of which
come forward one at a time and all a metal door was set.
had to stoop to avoid the arched ceil¬ The ex-priest opened this door,
ing. which Buell noticed was rimmed with
Rafferty beat down the guard of rubber gaskets. The room beyond,
the first man with a maee and Buell much larger than the first one, was
thrust him through the throat. The also of steel, paneled on two sides
next man fought more warily, but with thick glass. A cigar-shaped boat,
finally succumbed to a blow from an evidently a submarine, for it was
iron shillalah, falling across the body equipped with vertical and horizontal
of his companion. The third guard rudders, planes, and a screw pro¬
carried a spear. He made a lunge at peller, stood on a pair of high skids
Rafferty, but the Irishman seized the that slanted downward toward an
weapon and jerked him forward so arched glass panel, and Buell saw a
552 WEIRD TALES
small fish swim down into the circle “Everything is in readiness now,”
of light and look inquiringly at them, he said. “You must come up with
its gills moving slowly, its scales me and close the hatch from the in¬
glistening in the artificial light. side. ’ ’
Alcibar closed and fastened the “Why, aren’t you going with us?”
gasketed door. asked Buell in surprize.
“Like his distinguished forebears, “No. My place is here in Kar¬
Mezzar Hashin the Fourth thought neter, and here I remain. The upper
of many things,” he said, “Foresee¬ world offers no inducements to me.”
ing that Karneter might some day be “But you will surely be killed.”
discovered and perhaps captured, he “That is my lookout. Come.”
planned a mode of escape, and with
When they reached the round
it a way to destroy the conquering
hatchway, Alcibar stepped over to
hosts. You now behold the result of
the top of the iron ladder. He
his forethought.”
pointed to two long levers that hung
He climbed the iron ladder which
down from the ceiling just above his
led to the top of the submarine.
head.
Leaning forward, he worked at a
catch for a moment and swung back “This lever,” he said, “opens the
a heavy, circular door. Then he dis¬ glass panel at the end of the skids
appeared inside the craft. A short and shoots the submarine out into
time after there was a throbbing hum the lake as soon as the room is half
from inside the boat and the propeller filled with water. This one,” indi¬
blade cut the air with a roar like cating the other, “sets off six enor¬
that of an airplane. mous bombs that will blast every pane
The ex-priest’s head appeared at of glass between the lake and the
the top of the ladder. doomed city.” Suddenly he pointed
“Gome,” he shouted, his voice toward the glass panel in the side of
.barely audible above the roar of the the room. Buell looked, and saw
whirling blade. that a orowd of armed men was
Buell helped Doris up the ladder rushing toward them.
and Rafferty followed with Delra. “They come,” cried Alcibar, “the
Descending a small stairway that led minions of Hashin, yelping like
down from the round hatch, they hounds after a fox, but this time the
found themselves in a snug cabin with fox will turn on them—this time the
a round window of heavy glass on hounds will die with their victim.
each side. At the front end of the He pulled back the first lever. The
cabin, steps led up to the steersman’s panel at the end of the skids moved
seat, which was under a rounded upward and Buell saw that the room
dome, also paneled with thick glass.
was filling rapidly.
“Begorry, this seems like home,”
“Fasten the hatch,” shouted Alci-
said Dan. “Yez gave me the straight
bar.
dope, Alcie old kid.”
“Do you think you can run her?” Buell grabbed for his legs, intend¬
“Just show me what thim levers ing to draw him within the submarine
are for and I ’ll run her clear to Hali¬ before he could touch the deadly sec¬
fax. I didn’t spend four years on a ond lever, but the ex-priest was too
submarine for nothing. ’ ’ quick for him. Leaping aloft, he
Taking Dan aloft, the ex-priest ex¬ threw his full weight on it and a ter¬
plained the uses of the various rific concussion shook the room. A
wheels, buttons and levers. Then he wall of yellow water shot past the
descended. He motioned to Buell. (Continued on page 575)
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Fells, which seemed unenclosed and that great place; and as for myself,
bare enough; and on the left hand of I was not much better. The west
the house, as you stood facing it, was drawing room was very cheerful-
a little, old-fashioned flower-garden, looking, with a warm fire in it, and
as I found out afterward. A door plenty of good, comfortable furniture
opened out upon it from the west about.
front; it had been scooped out of the Miss Fumivall was an old lady
thick, dark wood for some old Lady not far from eighty, I should think,
Fumivall; but the branches of the but I do not know. She was thin
great forest-trees had grown and and tall, and had a face as full
overshadowed it again, and there of fine wrinkles as if they had been
were very few flowers that would drawn all over it with a needle’s
live there at that time. point. Her eyes were very watchful,
When we drove up to the great to make up, I suppose, for her being
front entrance, and went into the so deaf as to be obliged to use a
hall, I thought we should be lost—it trumpet. Sitting with her, working
was so large, and vast, and grand. at the same great piece of tapestry,
There was a chandelier all of bronze, was Mrs. Stark, her maid and com¬
hung down from the middle of the panion, and almost as old as she was.
ceiling; and I had never seen one be¬ She had lived with Miss Fumivall
fore, and looked at it all in amaze. ever since they both were young, and
Then, at one end of the hall, was a now she seemed more like a friend
great fireplace, as large as the sides than a servant; she looked so cold,
of the houses in my country, with and gray, and stony, as if she had
massy andirons and dogs to hold the never loved or cared for anyone; and
wood; and by it were heavy, old- I don’t suppose she did care for any¬
fashioned sofas. At the opposite end one, except her mistress; and, owing
of the hall, to the left as you went in to the great deafness of the latter,
—on the western side—was an organ Mrs. Stark treated her very much as
built into the wall, and so large that if she were a child. Mr. Henry gave
it filled up the best part of that end. some message from my lord, and
Beyond it, on the same side, was a then he bowed good-bye to us all,
door; and opposite, on each side of and left us standing there, being
the fireplace, were also doors leading looked at by the two old ladies
to the east front; but those I never through their spectacles.
went through as long as I stayed in I was right glad when they rung
the house, so I can’t tell you what for the old footman who had shown
lay beyond. us in at first, and told him to take us
The afternoon was closing in, and to our rooms. So wre went out of that
the hall, which had no fire lighted in great drawing room, and into another
it, looked dark and gloomy, but we sitting room, and out of that, and
did not stay there a moment. The then up a great flight of stairs, and
old servant, who had opened the door along a broad gallery—which was
for us, bowed to Mr. Henry, and something like a library, having
took us in through the door at the books all down one side, and windows
further side of the great organ, and and writing-tables all down the other
led us through several smaller halls —till we came to our rooms, which I
and passages into the west drawing was not sorry to hear were just over
room, where he said that Miss the kitchens; for I began to think I
Fumivall was sitting. Poor little should be lost in that -wilderness of a
Miss Rosamond held very tight to house. There -was an old nursery,
me, as if she were scared and lost in that had been used for all the little
556 WEIRD TALES
lords and ladies long ago, with a bering what stock her father had
pleasant fire burning in the grate, come of.
and the kettle boiling on the hob, and The great, old rambling house was
tea-things spread out on the table; a famous place for little Miss Rosa¬
and out of that room was the night- mond. She made expeditions all
nursery, with a little crib for Miss over it, with me at her heels; all, ex¬
Rosamond close to my bed. And old cept the east wing, which was never
James called up Dorothy, his wife, to opened, and whither we never
bid us welcome; and both he and she thought of going. But in the west¬
were so hospitable and kind, that by- ern and northern part was many a
and-by Miss Rosamond and me felt pleasant room; full of things that
quite at home; and by the time tea were curiosities to us, though they
was over, she was sitting on Doro¬ might not have been to people who
thy’s knee, and chattering away as had seen more. The windows were
fast as her little tongue could go. darkened by the sweeping boughs of
I soon found out that Dorothy was the trees, and the ivy which had over¬
from Westmoreland, and that bound grown them; but, in the green gloom,
her and me together, as it were; and we could manage to see old china jars
I would never wish to meet with and carved ivory boxes, and great
kinder people than were old James heavy books, and, above all, the old
and his wife. James had lived pretty pictures!
nearly all his life in my lord’s fam¬ Once, I remember, my darling
ily, and thought there was no one so would have Dorothy go with us to tell
grand as they. He even looked down us who they all were; for they were
a little on his wife; because, till he all portraits of some of my lord’s
had married her, she had never lived family, though Dorothy could not tell
in any but a farmer’s household, us the names of every one. We had
But he was very fond of her, as well gone through most of the rooms,
he might be. They had one servant when we came to the old state draw¬
under them, to do all the rough wrork. ing room over the hall, and there was
Agnes they called her; and she and a picture of Miss Furnivall; or, as
me, and James and Dorothy, with she was called in those days, Miss
Miss Furnivall and Mrs. Stark, made Grace, for she was the younger sister.
up the family; always remembering Such a beauty she must have been!
my sweet little Miss Rosamond! I but with such a set, proud look, and
used to wonder what they had done such scorn looking out of her hand¬
before she came, they thought so some eyes, with her eyebrows just a
much of her now. Kitchen and little raised, as if she wondered how
drawing room, it was all the same. anyone could have the impertinence
The hard, sad Miss Furnivall, and to look at her, and her lip curled at
the cold Mrs. Stark, looked pleased us, as we stood there gazing. She had
when she came fluttering in like a a dress on, the like of which I had
bird, playing and pranking hither never seen before, but it was all the
and thither, with a continual mur¬ fashion when she was young: a hat of
mur, and pretty prattle of gladness. some soft white stuff like beaver,
I am sure, they were sorry many a pulled a little over her brows, and a
time when she flitted away into the beautiful plume of feathers sweep¬
kitchen, though they were too proud ing round it on one side; and her
to ask her to stay with them, and gown of blue satin was open in front
were a little surprized at her taste; to a quilted white stomacher.
though to be sure, as Mrs. Stark said, “Well, to be sure!” said I, when I
it was not to be wondered at, remem¬ had gazed my fill. “Flesh is grass,
THE OLD NURSE’S STORY 557
they do say; but who would have said very shortly that I was a gowk
thought that Miss Furnivall had been to take the wind soughing among the
such an out-an-out beauty, to see her trees for music; but I saw Dorothy
now ? ’ ’ look at him very fearfully, and Bessy,
“Yes,” said Dorothy. “Folks the kitchen-maid, said something be¬
change sadly. But if what my mas¬ neath her breath, and went quite
ter ’s father used to say was true, Miss white. I saw they did not like my
Furnivall, the elder sister, was hand¬ question, so I held my peace till I
somer than Miss Grace. Her picture was with Dorothy alone, when I
is here somewhere; but, if I show it knew I could get a good deal out of
you, you must never let on, even to her. So, the next day, I watched my
James, that you have seen it. Can time, and I coaxed and asked her
the little lady hold her tongue, think who it was that played the organ;
you?” asked she. for I knew that it was the organ and
I was not so sure, for she was such not the wind well enough, for all I
a little sweet, bold, open-spoken child, had kept silence before James. But
so I set her to hide herself; and then Dorothy had had her lesson, I ’ll war¬
I helped Dorothy to turn a great rant, and never a word could I get
picture, that leaned with its face frofti her. So then I tried Bessy,
toward the wall, and was not hung up though I had always held my head
as the others were. To be sure, it rather above her, as I was evened to
beat Miss Grace for beauty; and, I James and Dorothy, and she was
think, for scornful pride, too, though little better than their servant. So
in that matter it might be hard to she said I must never, never tell; and
choose. I could have looked at it an if ever I told, I was never to say she
hour, but Dorothy seemed half had told me; but it was a very
frightened at having shown it to me, strange noise, and she had heard it
and hurried it back again, and bade many a time, but most of all on
me run and find Miss Rosamond, for winter nights, and before storms;
that there were some ugly places and folks did say it was the old lord
about the house, where she should playing on the great organ in the
like ill for the child to go. I was a hall, just as he used to do when he
brave, high-spirited girl, and thought was alive; but who the old lord was,
little of what the old woman said, or why he played, and why he played
for I liked hide-and-seek; so off I ran on stormy winter evenings in particu¬
to find my little one. lar, she either could not or would not
tell me. Well! I told you I had a
brave heart; and I thought it was
ts winter drew on, and the days
rather pleasant to have that grand
-**- grew shorter, I was sometimes
music rolling about the house, let who
almost certain that I heard a noise as
would be the player; for now it rose
if someone was playing on the great
above the great gusts of wind, and
organ in the hall. I did not hear it
wailed and triumphed just like a liv¬
every evening; but, certainly, I did
ing creature, and then it fell to a
very often, usually when I was sit¬
softness most complete, only it was
ting with Miss Rosamond, after I had
always music, and tunes, so it was
put her to bed, and keeping quite
still and silent in the bedroom. Then nonsense to call it the wind.
I used to hear it booming and swell¬ I thought at first that it might be
ing away in the distance. Miss Furnivall who played, unknown
The first night, when I went down to Bessy; but one day, when I was in
to my supper, I asked Dorothy who the hall by myself, I opened the
had been playing music, and James organ and peeped all about it and
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around it, as I had done to the organ way down by the east side of die
in Crosthwaite Church once before, house. But the days grew shorter
and I saw it was all broken and de¬ and shorter, and the old lord, if it
stroyed inside, though it looked so was he, played away, more and more
brave and fine ; and then, though it stormily and sadly, on the great
was noon-day, my flesh began to organ.
creep a little, and I dint it up, and One Sunday afternoon—it must
run away pretty quickly to my own have been toward the end of Novem¬
bright nursery; and I did not like ber—I asked Dorothy to take charge
hearing the musie for some time alter of little missy when she came out of
that, any more than James and the drawing room, after Miss Fumi-
Dorothy did. All this time Miss vall had had her nap; for it was too
Rosamond was making herself more cold to take her with me to church,
and more beloved. The old ladies and yet I wanted to go. And
liked her to dine with them at their Dorothy was giad enough to promise,
early dinner. James stood behind and was so fond of the child, that all
Miss Furnivall’s chair, and I behind seemed well; and Bessy and I set off
Miss Rosamond’s all in state; and very briskly, though die sky bung
after dinner she would play about in heavy and black over the white earth,
a corner of the great drawing room as if die night had never fully gone
as still as any mouse, while Miss away, and the air, though still, was
Furnivall slept, and I had my dinner very biting and keen.
in the kitchen. But she was glad
“We shall have a fall ©f snow,”
enough to come to me in the nursery
said Bessy to me. And sure enough,
afterward; for, as she said, Miss
even while we were in church, it
Furnivall was so sad, and Mrs. Stark
eame down thick, in great large flakes
so dull; but she and I were merry
—so thiek, it almost darkened the
enough; and by-and-by, I got not to
windows. It had stopped snowing
care for that weird rolling music,
before we eame out, but it lay soft,
whieh did one no barm, if we did not
thiek, and deep beneath our feet, as
know where it came from.
we tramped home. Before we got to
the hall, the moon rose, and I think
HP hat winter was very cold. In the it was lighter then—what with the
^ middle of October the frosts be¬ moon, and what with the white daz¬
gan, and lasted many, many weeks. zling snow—than it had been when
I remember one day, at dinner, Miss we went to church, between 2 and 3
Furnivall lifted up her sad, heavy o’clock. I have not told you that
eyes, and said to Mrs. Stark, “I am Miss Furnivall and Mrs., Stark never
afraid we shall have a terrible went to church; they used to read
winter,” in a strange kind of mean¬ the prayers together, in their quiet,
ing way. But Mrs. Stark pretended gloomy way; they seemed to feel the
not to hear, and talked very loud of Sunday very long without their
something else. My little lady and I tapestry-work to be busy at. So
did not care for the frost; not we! when I went to Dorothy in the
As long as it was dry, we climbed up kitchen, to feteh Miss Rosamond and
the steep brows behind the house, and take her upstairs with me, I did not
went up on the Fells, which were much wonder when the old woman
bleak and bare enough, and there we told me that the ladies had kept the
ran races in the fresh, sharp air; and child with them, and that she had
onee we came down by a new path, never eome to the kitchen, as I had
that took us past the two old gnarled bidden her, when she was tired of be¬
holly-trees, which grew about half¬ having pretty in die drawing room.
THE OLD NURSE’S STORY 559
So I took off my things and went to and see if, after all, shp was not hid¬
find her, and bring her to her supper den in the drawing room, unknown
in the nursery. But when I went to the old ladies; and if I found her
into the best drawing room, there sat there, I said, I would whip her weH
the two old ladies, very still and for the fright she had given me; but
quiet, dropping out a word now and I never meant to do it.
then, but looking as if nothing so Well, I went back to the west
bright and merry as Miss Rosamond drawing room, and I told Mrs. Stark
had ever been near them. Still I we could not find her anywhere, and
thought she might be hiding from asked for leave to look all about the
me; it was one of her pretty ways,— furniture there, for I thought now
and that she had persuaded them to that she might have fallen asleep in
look as if they knew nothing about some warm, hidden comer; but no!
her; so I went softly peeping under we looked—Miss Furnivall got up
this sofa, and behind that chair, mak¬ and looked, trembling all over—and
ing believe I was sadly frightened at she was nowhere there; then we set
not finding her. off again, everyone in the house, and
“What’s the matter, Hester?’’ said looked in all the places we had
Mrs. Stark sharply. I don’t know if searched before, but we could not
Miss Furnivall had seen me, for, as I find her. Miss Furnivall shivered
told you, she was very deaf, and she and shook so much, that Mrs. Stark
sat quite still, idly staring into the took her back into the warm draw¬
fire, with her hopeless face. “I’m ing room; but not before they had
only looking for my little Rosy made me promise to bring her to
Posy,” replied I, still thinking that them when she was found. Well-a-
the child was there, and near me, day! I began to think she never
though I could not see her. would be found, when I bethought
“Miss Rosamond is not here,” said me to look into the great front court,
Mrs. Stark. “She went away, more all covered with snow. I was up¬
than an hour ago, to find Dorothy.” stairs when I looked out; but, it was
My heart sank at this, and I be¬ such clear moonlight, I could see,
gan to wish I had never left my quite plain, two little footprints,
darling. I went back to Dorothy and which might be traced from the hall-
told her. James was gone out for door and round the comer of the
the day, but she, and me, and Bessy east wing.
took lights, and went up into the I don’t know how I got down, but
nursery first; and then we roamed I tugged open the great stiff hall-
over the great, large house, calling door, and, throwing the skirt of my
and entreating Miss Rosamond to gown over my head for a cloak, I ran
come out of her hiding place, and not out. I turned the east comer, and
frighten us to death in that way. there a black shadow fell on the
But there was no answer; no sound. snow; but when I came again into
“Oh!” said I, at last, “can she the moonlight, there were the little
have got into the east wing and hid¬ footmarks going up—up to the Fells.
den there?” It was bitter cold; so cold that the
But Dorothy said it was not pos¬ air almost took the skin off my face
sible, for that she herself had never as I ran; but I ran on, crying to
been in there; that the doors were think how my poor little darling must
always locked, and my lord’s steward be perished and frightened. I was
had the keys, she believed; at arty within sight of the holly-trees, when I
rate, neither she nor James had ever saw a shepherd coming down the hill,
seen them; so I said I would go baok, bearing something in his arms
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wrapped in his maud. He shouted through the west lobby, she saw the
to me, and asked me if I had lost a snow through the high window fall¬
bairn; and, when I could not speak ing—falling—soft and steady; but
for crying, he bore toward me, and I she wanted to see it lying pretty and
saw my wee bairnie, lying still, and white on the ground; so she made her
white, and stiff in his arms, as if she way into the great hall, and then,
had been dead. He told me he had going to the window, she saw it bright
been up the Fells to gather in his and soft upon the drive; but while
sheep, before the deep cold of night she stood there, she saw a little girl,
came on, and that under the holly- not so old as she was, “but so
trees (black marks on the hillside, pretty,” said my darling, “and this
where no other bush was for miles little girl beckoned to me to come
around) he had found my little lady out; and oh, she was so pretty and so
—my lamb—my queen—my darling sweet, I could not choose but go.”
—stiff and cold in the terrible sleep And then this other little girl had
which is frost-begotten. taken her by the hand, and side by
Oh! the joy and the tears of having side the two had gone round the east
her in my arms once again! for I corner.
would not let him carry her; but “Now you are a naughty little girl,
took her, maud and all, into my own and telling stories,” said I. “What
arms, and held her near my own would your good mamma, that is in
warm neck and heart, and felt the heaven, and never told a story in her
life stealing slowly back again into life, say to her little Rosamond, if
her little gentle limbs. But she was she heard her—and I dare say she
still insensible when we reached the does—telling stories!”
hall, and I had no breath for speech. “Indeed, Hester,” sobbed out my
We went in by the kitchen door. child, “I’m telling you true. Indeed
“Bring the warming-pan,” said I; I am.”
and I carried her upstairs, and began “Don’t tell me!” said I, very
undressing her by the nursery fire, stern. “I tracked you by your foot¬
which Bessy had kept up. I called marks through the snow; there were
my little lammie all the sweet and only yours to be seen: and if you had
playful names I could think of,— had a little girl to go hand-in-hand
even while my eyes were blinded by with you up the hill, don’t you think
my tears; and at last, oh! at length the footprints would have gone along
she opened her large blue eyes. Then with yours?”
I put her into her warm bed, and “I can’t help it, dear, dear Hes¬
sent Dorothy down to tell Miss ter,” said she, crying, “if they did
Furnivall that all was well; and I not; I never looked at her feet, but
made up my mind to sit by my she held my hand fast and tight in
darling’s bedside the livelong night. her little one, and it was very, very
She fell away into a soft sleep as cold. She took me up the Fell-path,
soon as her pretty head had touched up to the holly-trees; and there I
the pillow, and I watched by her till saw a lady weeping and crying; but
morning light; when she wakened up when she saw me, she hushed her
bright and clear—or so I thought at weeping, and smiled very proud and
first—and, my dears, so I think now. grand, and took me on her knee, and
She said, that she had fancied that began to lull me to sleep; and that’s
she should like to go to Dorothy, for all, Hester—but that is true; and my
that both the old ladies were asleep, dear mamma knows it is,” said she,
and it was very dull in the drawing crying. So I thought the child was
room; and that, as she was going in a fever, and pretended to believe
THE OLD NURSE’S STORY 561
her, as she went over her story—over out that Miss Furnivall was crazy,
and over again, and always the same. from their odd ways about her; and
At last Dorothy knocked at the door I was afraid lest something of the
with Miss Rosamond’s breakfast; and same kind (which might be in the
she told me the old ladies were down family, you know) hung over my
in the eating parlor, and that they darling. And the great frost never
wanted to speak to me. They had ceased all this time; and, whenever it
both been into the night-nursery the was a more stormy night than usual,
evening before, but it was after Miss between the gusts, and through the
Rosamond was asleep; so they had wind, we heard the old lord playing
only looked at her—not asked me any on the great organ. But, old lord, or
questions. not, wherever Miss Rosamond went,
“I shall catch it,” thought I to there I followed; for my love for her,
myself, as I went along the north pretty, helpless orphan, was stronger
gallery. “And yet,” I thought, tak¬ than my fear for the grand and ter¬
ing courage, “it was in their charge rible sound. Besides, it rested with
I left her; and it’s they that’s to me to keep her cheerful and merry,
blame for letting her steal away un¬ as beseemed her age. So we played
known and unwatched.,” So I went together, and wandered together, here
in boldly, and told my story. I told and there, and everywhere; for I
it all to Miss Fumivall, shouting it never dared to lose sight of her again
close to her ear; but when I came to in that large and rambling'house.
mention of the other little girl out in And so it happened, that one after¬
the snow, coaxing and tempting her noon, not long before Christmas day,
out, and wiling her up to the grand we were playing together on the bil¬
and beautiful lady by the holly-tree, liard-table in the great hall (not that
she threw her arms up—her old and we knew the right way of playing,
withered arms—and cried aloud, but she liked to roll the smooth ivory
“Oh! Heaven forgive! Have balls with her pretty hands, and I
mercy! ’ ’ liked to do whatever she did); and,
Mrs. Stark took hold of her; rough¬ by-and-by, without our noticing it, it
ly enough, I thought; but she was grew dusk indoors, though it was
past Mrs. Stark’s management, and light in the open air, and I was think¬
spoke to me, in a kind of wild warn¬ ing of taking her back into the nur¬
ing and authority. sery, when all of a sudden, she cried
out-
“Hester; keep her from that child!
It will lure her to her death! That “Look, Hester! look! there is my
evil child! Tell her it is a wicked, poor little girl out in the snow!”
naughty child.” Then, Mrs. Stark I turned toward the long narrow
hurried me out of the room; where, windows, and there, sure enough, I
indeed, I was glad enough to go; but saw a little girl, less than my Miss
Miss Furnivall kept shrieking out, Rosamond—dressed all unfit to be
“Oh, have mercy! Wilt Thou never out-of-doors such a bitter night—
forgive! It is many a long year crying, and beating against the
ago-” window-panes, as if she wanted to be
let in. She seemed to sob and wail,
T was very uneasy in my mind after till Miss Rosamond could bear it no
that. I durst never leave Miss longer, and was flying to the door to
Rosamond, night or day, for fear open it, when, all of a sudden, and
lest she might slip off again, after close upon us, the great organ pealed
some fancy or other; and all the out so loud and thundering, it fairly
more, because I thought I could, make made me tremble; and all the more,
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when I remembered that, even in the always without any sound or noise—
stillness of that dead-eold weather, I with the dark wound on its right
had heard no sound of little battering shoulder; and that Miss Rosamond
hands upon the window-glass, al¬ had known it again for the phantom
though the phantom child had seemed that had nearly lured her to her
to put forth all its force; and, death (which Dorothy knew was
although I had seen it wail and cry, true); I could stand it no longer.
no faintest touch of sound had fallen I saw Dorothy change color once or
upon my ears. Whether I remem¬ twice. When I had done, she told me
bered all this at the very moment, I she did not think I could take Miss
do not know; the great organ sound Rosamond with me, for that she was
had so stunned me into terror; but my lord’s ward, and I had no right
this I know, I caught up Miss Rosa¬ over her; and she asked me would I
mond before she got the hall-door leave the child that I was so fond of
opened, and clutched her, and car¬ just for sounds and sights that could
ried her away, kicking and scream¬ do me no harm; and that they had all
ing, into the large bright kitchen, had to get used to in their turns? I
where Dorothy and Agnes were busy was all in a hot, trembling passion;
with their mince-pies. and I said it was very well for her to
“What is the matter with my talk, that knew what these sights and
sweet one?” cried Dorothy, as I bore noises betokened, and that had, per¬
in Miss Rosamond, who was sobbing haps, had something to do with the
as if her heart would break. specter child while it was alive. And
“She won’t let me open the door I taunted her so, that she told me all
for my little girl to come in; and she knew at last; and then I wished
she’ll die if she is out on the Fells all I had never been to*ld, for it only
night. Cruel, naughty Hester,” she made me more afraid than ever.
said, slapping me; but she might She said she had heard the tale
have struck harder, for I had seen a from old neighbors that were alive
look of ghastly terror on Dorothy’s when she was first married; when
face, which made my very blood run folks used to come to the hall some¬
cold. times, before it had got such a bad
“Shut the back-kitchen door fast, name on the countryside; it might
and bolt it well,” said she to Agnes. not be true, or it might, what she had
She said no more; she gave me raisins been told.
and almonds to quiet Miss Rosa¬ The old lord was Miss Fumivall’s
mond ; but she sobbed about the little father—Miss Grace, as Dorothy
girl in the snow, and would not touch called her, for Miss Maude was the
any of the good things. I was thank¬ elder, and Miss Fumivall by rights.
ful when she cried herself to sleep in The old lord was eaten up with pride.
bed. Then I stole down to the Such a proud man was never seen or
kitchen, and told Dorothy I had heard of; and his daughters were like
made up my mind. I would carry him. No one was good enough to wed
my darling back to my father’s house them, although they had choice
in Applethwaite; where, if we lived enough; for they were the great
humbly, we lived at peace. I said I beauties of their day, as I had seen by
had been frightened enough with the their portraits, where they hung in
old lord’s organ-playing; but now the state drawing room. But, as the
that I had seen for myself this little old saying is, “Pride will have
moaning child, all decked out as no a fall;” and these two haughty
child in the neighborhood could be, beauties fell in love with the same
beating and battering to get in, yet man, and he no better than a foreign
THE OLD NURSE’S STORY 563
musician, whom their father had agreeable, and hide himself in for¬
down from London to play music eign countries—went away a month
with him at the Manor House. For before his usual time that summer,
above all things, next to his pride, and half threatened that he would
the old lord loved music. He could never come back again.
play on nearly every instrument that Meanwhile, the little girl was left
ever was heard of; and it was a at the farmhouse, and her mother
strange thing it did not soften him; used to have her horse saddled and
but he was a fierce, dour old man, and gallop wildly over the hills to see her
had broken his wife’s heart with his once every week, at the very least;
cruelty, they said. He was mad after for where she loved she loved, and
music, and would pay any money for where she hated she hated. And the
it. So he got this foreigner to come; old lord went on playing—playing on
who made such beautiful music, that his organ; and the servants thought
they said the very birds on the trees the sweet music he made had soothed
stopped their singing to listen. And, down his awful temper, of which
by degrees, this foreign gentleman (Dorothy said) some terrible tales
got such a hold over the old lord, could be told. He grew infirm too,
that nothing would serve him but and had to walk with a crutch; and
that he must come every year; and it his son—that was the present Lord
was he that had the great organ Fumivall’s father—was with the
brought from Holland, and built up army in America, and the other son
in the hall, where it stood now. He at sea: so Miss Maude had it pretty
taught the old lord to play on it; but much her own way, and she and Miss
many and many a time, when Lord Grace grew colder and bitterer to
Fumivall was thinking of nothing each other every day; till at last they
but his fine organ, and his finer hardly ever spoke, except when the
music, the dark foreigner was walk¬ old lord was by.
ing abroad in the woods with one of
The foreign musician came again
the young ladies; now Miss Maude,
the next summer, but it was for the
and then Miss Grace.
last time; for they led him such a life
Miss Maude won the day and car¬ with their jealousy and their pas¬
ried off the prize, such as it was; and sions, that he grew weary, and went
he and she were married, all unknown away, and never was heard of again.
to anyone; and, before he made his And Miss Maude, who had always
next yearly visit, she had been con¬ meant to have her marriage acknowl¬
fined of a little girl at a farmhouse edged when her father should be
on the Moors, while her father and dead, was left now a deserted wife,
Miss Grace thought she was away at whom nobody knew to have been
Doncaster Races. But though she married, with a child that she dared
was a wife and a mother, she was not not own, although she loved it to dis¬
a bit softened, but as haughty and as traction; living with a father whom
passionate as ever; and perhaps more she feared, and a sister whom she
so, for she was jealous of Miss Grace, hated.
to whom her foreign husband paid a When the next summer passed
deal of court—by way of blinding over, and the dark foreigner never
her—as he told his wife. But Miss came, both Miss Maude and Miss
Grace triumphed over Miss Maude, Grace grew gloomy and sad; they
and Miss Maude grew fiercer and had a haggard look about them,
fiercer, both with her husband and though they looked handsome as ever.
with her sister; and the former—who But, by-and-by, Miss Maude bright¬
could easily shake off what was dis¬ ened; for her father grew more and
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more infirm, and more than ever car¬ if ever they gave her help, or food, or
ried away by his music; and she and shelter, he prayed that they might
Miss Graee lived almost entirely never enter heaven. And, all the
apart, having separate rooms, the while, Miss Grace stood by him, white
one on the west side, Miss Maude on and still as any stone; and, when he
the east—those very rooms which had ended, she heaved a great sigh,
were now shut up. So she thought as much as to say her work was done,
she might have her little girl with and her end was accomplished. But
her, and no one need ever know ex¬ the old lord never touched his organ
cept those who dared not speak about again, and died within the year; and
it, and were bound to believe that it no wonder! for, on the morrow of
was, as she said, a cottager’s child that wild and fearful night, the shep¬
she had taken a fancy to. All this, herds, coming down the Fell side,
Dorothy said, was pretty well known; found Miss Maude sitting, all crazy
but what came afterward no one and smiling, under the holly trees,
knew, except Miss Grace and Mrs. nursing a dead child, with a terrible
Stark, who was even then her maid, mark on its right shoulder. “But
and much more of a friend to her that was not what killed it,” said
than ever her sister had been. But Dorothy: “it was the frost and the
the servants supposed, from words cold. livery wild creature was in its
that were dropped, that Miss Maude hole, and every beast in its fold,
had triumphed over Miss Grace, and while the child and its mother were
told her that all the time the dark turned out to wander on the Fell!
foreigner had been mocking her with And now you know all! and I wonder
pretended love—he was her own hus¬ if you are less frightened now! ’ ’
band. The color left Miss Grace’s I was more frightened than ever;
cheek and lips that very day forever, but I said I was not. I wished Miss
and she was heard to say many a time Rosamond and myself well out of
that sooner or later she would have that dreadful house forever; but I
her revenge; and Mrs. Stark was for¬ would not leave her, and I dared not
ever spying about the east rooms. take her away. But oh, how I
watched her, and guarded her! We
/~\ne fearful night, just after the bolted the doors, and shut the win¬
New Year had come in, when dow-shutters fast, an hour or more
the snow was lying thick and deep, before dark, rather than leave them
and the flakes were still falling—fast open five minutes too late. But my
enough to blind anyone who might little lady still heard the weird child
be out and abroad—there was a great erying and moaning; and not all we
and violent noise heard, and the old could do or say could keep her from
lord’s voice above all, cursing and wanting to go to her, and let her in
swearing awfully, and the cries of a from the cruel wind and the snow.
little child, and the proud" defiance of All this time I kept away from Miss
a fierce woman, and the sound of a Fumivall and Mrs. Stark, as much as
blow, and a dead stillness, and moans ever I could; for I feared them—I
and wailings, dying away on the hill¬ knew no good could be about them,
side! with their gray, hard faces, and their
Then the old lord summoned all his dreamy eyes, looking back into the
servants, and told them, with terrible ghastly years that were gone. But,
oaths, and words more terrible, that even in my fear, I had a kind of pity
his daughter had disgraced herself, for Miss Fumivall, at least. Those
and that he had turned her out of gone down to the pit can hardly have
doors—her, and her child—and that a more hopeless look than that which
THE OLD NURSE'S STORY
was ever on her face. At last I even up to her full height, and put up one
got so sorry for her—who never said hand, as if to bid us listen.
a word but what was quite forced “I hear voices!” said she. “I hear
from her—that I prayed for her; and terrible screams—I hear my father’s
I taught Miss Rosamond to pray for voice! ’ ’
one who had done a deadly sin; but
Just at that moment my darling
often when she came to these words, wakened with a sudden start: “My
she would listen, and start up from little girl is crying, oh, how she is
her knees, and say, ‘ ‘ I hear ray little
crying!” and she tried to get up and
girl plaining and erying, very sad,—
go to her, but she got her feet en¬
oh, let her in, or she will die! ”
tangled in the blanket, and I caught
One night,—just after New Year’s her up; for my flesh had begun to
Day had come at last, and the long creep at these noises, which they
winter had taken a turn, as I hoped heard while we could catch no sound.
—I heard the west drawing room bell In a minute or two the noises came,
ring three times, which was the signal and gathered fast, and filled our ears;
for me. I would not leave Miss Rosa¬ we, too, heard voiees and screams,
mond alone, for all she was asleep— and no longer heard the winter’s
for the old lord had been playing wind that raged abroad. Mrs. Stark
wilder than ever—and I feared lest looked at me, and I at her, blit we
my darling should waken to hear the dared not speak.
speeter child; see her I knew she Suddenly Miss Fumivall went to¬
could not. I had fastened the win¬ ward the door, out into the anteroem,
dows too well for that. So I took her through the west lobby, and opened
out of her bed, and wrapped her up the door into the great hall. Mrs.
in such outer clothes as were most Stark followed, and I durst not be
handy, and carried her down to the left, though my heart almost stopped
beating for fear. I wrapped my
drawing room, where the old ladies
darling tight in my arms, and went
sat at their tapestry-work as usual.
out with them. In the hall the
They looked up when I came in, and
screams were louder than ever; they
Mrs. Stark asked, quite astounded,
seemed to eome from the east wing—
“Why did I bring Miss Rosamond nearer and nearer—close on the other
there, out of her warm bed?” I had side of the locked-up doors—close be¬
begun to whisper, “Because I was hind them. Then I noticed that the
afraid of her being tempted out while great bronze chandelier seemed all
I was away, by the wild child in the alight, though the hall was dim, and
snow,” when she stopped me short that a fire was blazing in the vast
(with a glance at Miss Fumivall), hearth-plaee, though it gave no heat;
and said Miss Fumivall wanted me to and I shuddered up with terror, and
undo some work die had done wrong, folded my darling eleser to me. But
and which neither of them could see as I did so the east door shook, and
to unpick. So I laid my pretty dear she, suddenly struggling to get free
on the sofa, and sat down on a stool from me, cried, “Hester! I must go.
by them, and hardened -my heart My little girl is there! I hear her;
against them, as I heard the wind she is coming! Hester, I must go!”
rising and howling. I held her tight with all my
Miss Rosamond slept on sound, for strength; with a set will, I held her.
all the wind blew so; and Mias If I had died, my hands would have
Fumivall said never a word, nor grasped her still, I was so resolved in
looked around when the gusts shook my mind. Miss Fumivall stood lis¬
the windows. All at once she started tening, and paid no regard to my
566 WEIBD TALES
darling, who had got down to the them. Oh, my little girl! I would
ground, and whom I, upon my knees come, but cruel, wicked Hester holds
now, was holding with both my arms me very tight.” But when she saw
clasped round her neck; she still the uplifted crutch, she swooned
striving and crying to get free. away, and I thanked God for it. Just
All at once, the east door gave way at this moment—when the tall old
with a thundering crash, as if torn man, his hair streaming as in the
open in a violent passion, and there blast of a furnace, was going to strike
came into that broad and mysterious the little shrinking child—Miss
light the figure of a tall old man, Fumivall, the old woman by my side,
with gray hair and gleaming eyes. cried out, “0 father! father! spare
He drove before him, with many a re¬ the little innocent child!” But just
lentless gesture of abhorrence, a stern then I saw—we. all saw—another
and beautiful woman, with a little phantom shape itself, and grow clear
child clinging to her dress. out of the blue and misty light that
“0 Hester! Hester!” cried Miss filled the hall; we had not seen her
Rosamond; ‘‘it’s the lady! the lady till now, for it was another lady who
below the holly-trees; and my little stood by the old man, with a look of
girl is with her. Hester! Hester! let relentless hate and triumphant scorn.
me go to her; they are drawing me to That figure was very beautiful to
them. I feel them—I feel them. I look upon, with a soft, white hat
must go!” drawn down over the proud brows,
and a red and curling lip. It was
Again she wTas almost convulsed by
dressed in an open robe of blue satin.
her efforts to get away; but I held
I had seen that figure before. It was
her tighter and tighter, till I feared I the likeness of Miss Furnivall in her
should do her a hurt; but rather that youth; and the terrible phantoms
than let her go toward those terrible moved on, regardless of old Miss
phantoms. They passed along towrard
Fumivall’s wild entreaty,—and the
the great hall-door, where the winds uplifted crutch fell on the right
howled and ravened for their prey; shoulder of the little child, and the
but before they reached that, the lady younger sister looked on, stony, and
turned; and I could see that she de¬ deadly serene. But at that moment,
fied the old man with a fierce and the dim lights, and the fire that gave
proud defiance; but then she quailed no heat, went out of themselves, and
—and then she threw up her arms Miss Fumivall lay at our feet
wildly and piteously to save her child stricken down by the palsy—death-
—her little child—from a blow from stricken.
his uplifted crutch.
Yes! she was carried to her bed
And Miss Rosamond was tom as by that night, never to rise again. She
a power stronger than mine, and lay with her face to the wall, mutter¬
writhed in my arms, and sobbed (for ing low, but muttering always:
by this time the poor darling was “Alas! alas! what is done in youth
growing faint). can never be undone in age! What
“They want me to go with them on is done in youth can never be undone
to the Fells—they are drawing me to in age!”
“——
WEIRD TALES 567
The Eyrie
(Continued from page 438)
three X’s excellent; four X’s better yet; five X’s excellence raised to the Nth
power. Well, The Curse of Everard Maundy got the five X’s, as did A Suitor
From the Shades. Greye La Spina’s serial, Fettered, gets the five X’s also.
I noticed in The Eyrie a criticism of it which called it silly because the cat
jumped over the corpse and made a vampire. Not at all. Ten thousand cats
could jump over ten thousand cadavers and not affect them at all, but one
who in life was- affected with the vampire curse needed that artistic leap and
nothing more to bring it to life as a ghoul. I think maybe I had better mark
Fettered with even six X’s instead of five, thus: XXXXXX. Poe, Wells and
Stoker combined could not have written a better story. ’ ’
“Just had to write you a few lines and congratulate you on your new
serial. The Dark Chrysalis,” writes W. A. B., of Indianapolis. “I have just
finished reading it, and it held me spellbound to the end. Eli Colter is a won¬
derful author; please give us more stories by him. ’ ’
“The reprints charm me much,” writes Allen Julian Weil, of Alexandria,
Louisiana, “but I suggest that instead of reprinting old authors, you reprint
from former Weird Tales. I like to have all kinds of weird tales in the maga¬
zine, from ghost to scientific stories. ’ ’
Readers, what is your favorite story in this issue? It will help us to
keep the magazine in accordance with your wishes if you will let us know
what kind of stories you like best. Your favorite stories in the August issue,
as shown by your votes, are The Man With a Thousand Legs, by Frank Bel¬
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The Time-Raider
(Continued from page 480)
him. An odd, calculating light leaped and preceding us, in two separate
into his eyes. “You are not of the companies.
guards,” he said, half-musingly, As we went up those steps, I turned
“and you say you are not of the pit. to my companion and asked him,
But if you came from outside-” “You are English, aren’t you?”
“I was captured,” I told him, He nodded, and made a graceful
“outside the city, and brought here. half-bow. “Viscount Charles Den¬
But why?” ham, at your service,” he said in a
“You’re here to fight,” he said, low voice, “captain in the armies of
shortly, and I started. his Majesty, King George the Third. ’ ’
“Fight! With whom?” The words were like a thunderclap
“Why, with these,” he answered, in my ears. A soldier of King
indicating again the score of men in George the Third? A man of a
the room. “This is-” hundred and fifty years before my
Before he could finish the sentence, own time? And here, fifteen thou¬
there was a sudden clanging of metal sand years in the future, in this
and the door of the room swung strange city! And these other pris¬
open. A guard stepped in and gave oners, these strange, ragged figures!
brief orders in his own tongue. At But before I could collect my dazed
once the men around me began to thoughts, our company was march¬
file out of the room, into the corri¬ ing up the last few steps. Over the
dor. As I passed out, beside my shoulders of those in front of me I
new-found friend, I saw that in the saw the walls of a great room, and
hall a heavy force of the guards the crimson light of the glowing bulbs
awaited us, some fifty men being that illuminated it. There was a
ranged along its length. We passed sound of crystal music, and laughter
together dowui the corridor’s length, —a high, ringing laughter that was
but instead of leaving the building very different from the coarse mirth
by the door I had entered, we turned of the guards. Then we were sur¬
to the right and proceeded up a long mounting the very last steps, march¬
flight of steps, the guards following ing up and over them. . . .
The horrors of the City of the Pit, the lair of the Raider, and the
dead who were brought back to life, are thrillingly
described in next month's chapters
of this story
WEIRD TALES 569
that no matter where in all the infin¬ curtain of that dull air. Sounds,
itude of Space the Spirit may be; by emanating primarily in my conscious¬
operation of a natural law it ness, impinging upon that same
promptly attracts to itself—or heavy air; echoed and thrown back
sloughs off from itself—matter, or again to my outward hearing; to
atoms, until it is covered by an en¬ penetrate in turn deeply into con¬
velope, a proper vehicle through and sciousness once more, laden with
in which to function to its best ad¬ stinging anguish worse, far worse,
vantage within such environment as than any virus instilled into my sys¬
it has attained to. tem by kiss of Flaming Furies or
All I did know then, was that I had stroke of serpent-hair from Flaming
in some manner accumulated a tenu¬ Furies’ tripled heads.
ous body. And I did not want that All I had thought, said, or heard,
form. Formless, I had little to fear or did, or desired! Not one infin¬
save extinction of that spark which itesimal thing, however trivial, but
was my “Self”. And that same ex¬ what, with merciless exactitude, I
tinction was naught to be feared by was obliged to witness. I tried cov¬
such as I, but was rather a hope; for ering eyes and ears with my hands.
annihilation would be a boon; a And to no avail. Too tenuous! So
wondrous rest; a perpetual cessation thin I must, perforce, look through
of consciousness, identity, and— all attempts at self-blindness and
worst torment of all—the ending of see, and hear. ...
memory. And again and again, repeated,
For that faculty of “memory”, circumstance by circumstance; epi¬
abiding when all else is stripped from sode followed by episode. On earth,
the sinful Spirit, constitutes the from childhood to maturity—from
truest and most terrible torment; is, evocation of the Dark Angel Hes¬
in itself, the greatest hell! A hell perus to my present isolate estate.
from which none may escape, though And repeated yet again!
they flee to the outermost star; yet “What had I done to de¬
will such a spirit bear along its own serve-?”
peculiar hell, for that hell has become That which I had done deserved
an integral part of the Self who ten thousand fold . . . !
evolved it. Nor is absolute extinction And that denunciation came from
no god, nor angel, nor demon, but
But I knew that, once I were again from—within! It was the fiat of that
possessed of a definite form, tenuous last great judge, my Self, whose sen¬
though it might be, and were on a tence, though long delayed, is inex¬
tangible world, there was no guess¬ orable! For it is very just.
ing what new and very terrible tor¬ The sole moisture that bumed-out
ments were in store for me. Doubt¬ world had known for countless ages
less, however, tortures afresh of past burst from my eyes in ineffect¬
some sort there would surely be. ual tears. Whence the moisture came
And I was so wearied of agonies and I can not explain. Do I know the
horrors inflicted. Universal Laws? Nay, hardly do I
“What had I done to de¬ know myself—except as very sinful,
serve-?” very vile, immeasurably fallen, and,
And then and there hell let loose! were it not for the Ultimate Mercy,
Such hell as never yet had I un¬ as one lost beyond all hope of
dergone. Pictures, thrown outward redemption.
from the seat of memory; taking vis¬ Gradually the fountain of my tears
ibility at a little distance, against the (Continued on page 572)
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But thy slain sister made intercession Slowly that new body I had been
for her slayer; so—this!” granted, as fit instrument through
‘‘And yet she knew?” which to atone, grew well again,
‘ ‘ It was because she did know that gained strength. On a street, one
she interceded, besought mercy—for day, I heard someone speaking of a
thee!’ ’ “soul-doctor”; and — I — would —
“Qh! What have I been!”’ work. For thus far, I have sought in
The Helper indicated that twisted, vain. . .
stunted body from whence the Spark
of Life had so recently departed. . .
“Well?”
‘‘I am content.”
W hat I said to that grieving soul
I may not reveal. Yet never
‘‘With that!” will I forget the look in her eyes, nor
“Aye!” the expression on her features as she
“So low. . .” departed.
“Leaven rises from beneath. . .”
“You give me—hope,” she stated
‘ ‘ Thou hast said! ’ ’
simply.
Death may be painful, but such
birth as I then experienced was— But I do not think that she who
was Lura Veyle sinned, suffered, and
there are no words adequately de¬
repented in vain. To believe thus
scriptive. . . The Helper had van¬
were to doubt the Infinite Wisdom.
ished.
Just and perfect is the working out
of the Great Law.
For I believe that the world is
Life’s Secrets! nearing the dawn-light of a great
spiritual awakening. Science, with
its inexorable exactitude, will—nay,
has commenced to—investigate, and
is finding that many things hereto¬
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reality a solid basis of fact as founda¬
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against such, the Powers of Light,
even, may not avail nor suffice to
guard this world. . .
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Yeyle will help to deter some such
TOBAC unscrupulous ones. As it may suffice
to turn away, perchance—should any
such read it—some erring soul who
has already held, or who seeks to
hold, intercourse with the Destroy¬
ers Who Tempt with Bribes. . .
So may it be!
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