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SUMMER
\LL CLASSIC
WILLIAM HQgE HODGSO
A, MERRITT -
EDISON MAI^HALL
ALBERT PAGEiMITCHELL
HE WAS THE LEGEND, TOO!
SAM MOSKOWITZ
Editor
The Occult •The Supernatural •The Bizarre
CONTENTS
Published quarterly by Weird Tales 8230 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles, California, 90048. Vol. 4 7,
No. 4, Summer 1974. In corresponding with this magazine, please include your postal zip code
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ANY MAGAZINE TO grow and develop, must continue to bring new talent on the
scene, and in a publication as steeped in nostalgia and fantastic lore as WEIRD
TALES, the reappearance of one of the great old names from the past with
something new is always a cause for elation.
Carl Jacobi was a discovery of WEIRD TALES. When at the University of
Minnesota, he entered a short story contest where one of the judges was Margaret
Culkin Banning. She was reputed to have been responsible for submitting his short
story Mive, a tale of a gigantic breed of butterfly whose powdery coating creates
frightful illusions in the mind of a man who has tasted it. The story, which appeared
in the January, 1932 issue of this magazine, showed the very powerful influence of
H. P. Robert E. Howard, later one of Jacobi's most enthusiastic
Lovecraft.
supporters, wrote in concerning the first story: "There are glimpses that show
finely handled imagination almost perfect— just enough revealed, just enough
concealed."
While Jacobi was never a prolific writer, his stories peculiarly suited the fancy of
WEIRD TALES readers. As early as 1947, when ARKHAM HOUSE still had a wide
spectrum of uncollected masters of the supernatural to pick from, his tales
appeared in hardcover under the title Revelations in Black, a title taken from one of
the most highly praised vampire stories ever to appear in the pages of this magazine.
A second book of his Portraits in Moonlight was published by ARKHAM
HOUSE in 1964. He was reported to be working on the content of a third volume.
Unfortunately Mr. Jacobi had a stroke which has slowed down his rate of literary
production still further.
We are fortunate indeed to have secured this new story. The Music Lover, a very
modern type of presentation from a WEIRD TALES master.
THE LAST THING in the world stood attractively just off the aisle.
George Bainter thought of buying that The salesman sauntered over.
August afternoon was a record-player. “Good afternoon,” he said. “Can I
But the music department of Elwell’s interest you in our home-theater con-
Department Store was on the same sole?”
floor as the general offices, where he The home-theater console retailed
had called on an insurance client, and for one thousand two hundred fifty
he heard the muted throb of melody dollars which was of course beyond
in the air while he waited for the Bainter’s means, but the salesman’s
down-elevator. low pressure tactics and shrewd char-
You might say Bainter had a tin acter analysis were moderately suc-
ear. He liked any music with a firm cessful. After due time, infinite per-
beat, a simple tune, and a race-track suasion and friendly chit-chat he
tempo. As far as classics were con- wrote an order for one Harmony
cerned, he could detect little differ- Deluxe Stereo, fifty percent down,
ence between a Chopin Sonata and a balance in ninety days, delivery Wed-
Bach Fugue. nesday.
Bainter didn’t know it but the Pleeised with his purchase, Bainter
Elwell store’s crack salesman was on thought his wife, Madge, would like-
duty that afternoon. He spotted the wise be pleased, considering her devo-
insurance agent waiting for the ele- tion to things musical, but she wasn’t.
vator, noticed him looking over his “A stereo!” she said, “And you
shoulder at a walnut cabinet that with nothing but a bunch of old
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rock-and-roll 78 *s. What are you going arm swung over and the instrument
to do with it?” began to play.
Bainter replied that the instrument Even to an untrained ear like Baint-
would play records of all speeds and er’s the music was entrancing. The
besides it was a good-looking piece of sound of the piano was not only
furniture. reproduced with a timbre and tonal
But on Wednesday, the day of the qudity that was amazingly life-like
phono’s arrival, Madge apparently did but the separation of the right and left
an about-face. She presented Bainter hand speakers had a mystic, fairy-like
with a thin package tied with a white beauty to the listening ear. At the
ribbon. same time the French horn obligato
“If you’ve forgotten today is our seemed to emerge from hidden cav-
anniversary, I haven’t,” she said. erns in the opposite wall. It was as if
Smiling guiltily, he opened the two complete orchestras were on
paper-wrapping to reveal a twelve-inch either side of the room, each striving
record in an old-world, gaily-colored for his attention.
envelope. Double Concerto in B Flat “Separation,” said Bainter. “That’s
Minor, read the label. Piano and what the salesman said stereo is. Divi-
French Horn. Sebastian and Moratime sion of the music into separate but
Talbot. Belgian Symphony Orchestra. homologous parts. But I had no
Stereophonic Recording. idea. .
.”
“Play it,” Madge said. He listened ecstatically. Yet
as he
Bainter dropped the record on the did some of the pleasurable qualities
turntable. He had some hesitation in seemed to fade and the sense of
adjusting the bass, treble, and pres- division increased. He got the impres-
ence studs, for he was unfamiliar with sion that one of his ears was drawing
the controls. But presently the needle farther and farther away without,
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4 WEIRD TALES
however, decreasing the sound. A the right of possession that aroused
faint spell of nervousness seized him. Bainter’s jealousy.
Bainter got up, walked to the
instrument and lifted its cover. The TWO HOURS LATER the guests ar-
needle was but an inch from the rived.The women went into the kitch-
starting edge. It seemed a long time en and Waverly began to examine the
since it had started to play. He pushed new stereo.
the control to stop. “Should’ve told me you were inter-
And now in one corner of the ested in one of those things,” he said
record label he saw several lines of patronizingly. “I could’ve got you a
printing he had not noticed before. better deal.”
For bestresults, it read, listener “I did all right,” Bainter said.
should eight feet from phono, four
sit “For a package job maybe. I
Sj|ill concerned for his mental health. “No, of course not,” Waverly said
6 WEIRD TALES
quickly. “You’re just tense, that’s Several times during the days that
all.’’ followed Bainter interrupted his wife
At that moment Bainter made a in little incidents he was sure were a
movement and Madge saw it out of part of the plot against him.
the corner of her eye. She said, “I’ll She terminated phone calls abrupt-
have to call you back. I’m busy now.” ly and hastily swept aside pieces of
A slow, all-encompassing wrath correspondence when she became
swept over Bainter. Shoved aside was aware of his presence. She also sug-
concern for his health. He knew the gested from time to time that he play
source of the trouble now and the the stereo.
significanceprobed deep into him. He For this Bainter needed no urging.
had little or no money to leave be- Though he knew he was playing with
hind; if he had, he could have under- fire, he couldn’t help himself. Like a
stood such a motive. But simply to magnet the record player drew him
make the way
clear for their desires— and the attraction of Madge’s record
that was staggering. An icy delibera- was even more potent.
tion settled over him. Two
could play Entering the parlor he would be-
that game of chess, he told himself. come an automaton, go to the cabin-
Forewarned was foreai-med. et, take out the record and place it on
He went into the parlor, pulled the the turntable, careful not to disturb
record player away from the wall, the casola. Then he would close his
undid the tumscrews on the back eyes and listen.
panel and gazed at the wiring within. A moment later the feeling of
Satisfied, he shoved the instrument separation would sweep over him.
across the room until it was abreast of Simultaneously, as his secondary
the radiator. self took form, he again possessed that
A single thought brooded far back double point of view.
in a comer of his brain: In the event But as time went on these transi-
anything happened to Madge he tions became hai-der to control. Once
would have an alibi. Everyone knows his wife queried him, “Where did you
that a man can’t be in two places at go just now?”
once. “What do you mean?”
He let two days pass. When Madge “I thought 1 saw you go into the
left for ashopping trip he took the kitchen. But now you’re here.”
opportunity to search her room. He “You’re seeing things,” Bainter re-
found no savings bonds or jewelry of plied blandly.
any value or insurance policy. Madge One September day he took the
had her own ideas about insurance Mozart manuscript and four others of
and had refused to invest in such Madge’s collection to Dan Rollard, an
“intangibles”. antique and rare book dealer with
But in a bureau drawer he came offices on Jennifer Street. Rollard,
upon her collection of music originals, who was an old acquaintance, studied
most of which she had inherited from them through an eye-loop.
her father. “They’re all originals,” he said. “Of
On top was the Mozart with its course the Mozart is most valuable. I’ll
date of 1779. He didn’t know how give eight thousand for it, two for
you
much it was worth but he remem- the other four.”
laered that her father had been offered Bainter nodded. “Thanks. I’ll think
thousands for it. it over.”
Continuing his preparations, Baint- On the way home it pleased him to
er bought a step-up casola plug and make plans for the spending of the
proceeded to wire it to the amplifier money. He would quit his job and use
of the stereo. The casola would multi- the free time to branch out into
ply the voltage and short to ground at something else more profitable. Or he
a trigger touch. It would also consume might pick up that inboard deep-water
itself while completing its operation. cruiser he had seen at the Sportsman’s
One had only to touch the ornamental Exhibit last week.
metal band on the cover while dusting Ten thousand wouldn’t finance all
. to make contact with the deadly of it but it would constitute a sub-
charge. stantial dowTJ payment. Or he might
THE MUSIC LOVER 7
take an extended vacation down to Nicollet Avenue
office he thought for
Miami and live it up on the town. a moment he saw the velvet drapes
He was sitting in the cross-town and the crystal chandelier of his night-
bus, musing in this fashion when he mare gambling casino. When he
chanced to look at the man across the emerged from the elevator into the
aisle. lobby he fancied he was in the concert
A delayed shock swept
little hall of his dreams.
through him. His secondary self sat From time to time he was awai'e of
there, likewise reading the evening his double self following him. But
paper. Up to that time the dual entity gradually it grew fainter and fainter
had been confined to his house. Some- until one day it was gone altogether.
how he had never thought it would go Hewondered what Madge’s
beyond those portals. thoughts had been during the time
He got off the bus at Twenty- she, too, had been affected by a dual
seventh Street, his intersection, and entity. For he knew that she had been
stood for a moment on the curb. set upon by the same phenomenon,
Several persons followed but no one not long before her death. He had
was familiar. He began to walk seen the confusion and fear in her
through the September dusk, scuffing eyes, had discovered evidence of her
the fallen leaves, halting at intervals to playing the recording in his absence.
glance over his shoulder. He reached Briefly he wondered what would
home without incident. have happened had she lived, but then
But there he saw at once that all he dismissed it from his mind. He had
his plans had culminated. A police car other problems.
was at the curb and a group of Though he was now low on
neighbors stood silent and grim-faced funds-d;he funeral expenses had been
in the yard. As he ran up the steps the larger than he had expected—he made
flash of a newsman’s camera shown no attempt to sell any of Madge’s
through the window. collection; no use in arousing suspic-
ion at this point. He searched the
THE FIRST THING Bainter did after house in a vain hope of finding other
the funeral was to destroy the Con- valuable articles his wife might have
certo record. The double-self spells, gathered but found none.
however, continued intermittently. If He did find things that disturbed
the record didn’t cause them, what him, that left a question-mark in his
did? thoughts. On three occasions he found
As he relaxed somewhat, he began the power of the stereo had been left
having strange dreams. He dreamed of on all night, with the volume control
his wife and Waverly, which was nor- turned way down. He didn’t rmember
mal, and he also dreamed of himself in switching it on.
a curious fashion. In his sleep he was Again, after he had emptied
two. .three. .sometimes four men,
. . Madge’s closet and made a bundle of
jogging in double time down the its contents, preparatory to selling
deserted Minneapolis streets. Now he them to the rag man, he saw that he
stood at the roulette table of a luxuri- had left behind his wife’s coat and
ous gambling casino and the other favorite dress. Bainter shook his head
players around the wheel were dupli- in puzzlement.
cates of himself. So too was the “Must be getting absent minded,”
croupier. Again he was in a concert he muttered.
hdl, a member of a symphony orches- A week later on Jennifer Street
tra and, looking about him, he saw before the entrance of the Standard
that the other players were all Baint- building, he met Dan Rollard, the
ers, as were the occupants of the antique book man. Badnter said, “I’ve
boxes and those in the parquet-circle decided to sell the music collection.
as far as the footlights permitted him I’ll bring it in tomorrow if you’re still
to see. interested.”
The disturbing thing about these Rollard lit a cigar and looked at
dreams was that a residue of their him queerly. “You’re joking,’’, he said.
background lingered over into the “Why should I joke?” asked Baint-
iVsrprld of reality. When he entered his er, surprised. y
8 WEIRD TALES
Rollard laughed. “Always kidding. unharmed by the action of the casola.
Well, if you’ve forgotten selling me He did these things mechainically, eyes
those manuscripts, I haven’t. My bank unseeing, as a man under a spell. Then
account is thinner by ten thou.sand he sat back in his chair eind listened.
since I bought them from you.” The record played to the end. He
Bainter walked away in a daze. So started it again. Gradually as he sat
his alter still existed, was consum-
ego there an odd feeling stole over him, an
mating transactions without his awareness of another presence in the
knowledge! In the shadow of this room—a presence in reality, not a
staggering revelation the loss of his phantom image. For a long time he
anticipated windfall was dwarfed and forced his eyes to remain focused on
cold perspiration broke out upon him. the stereo, refused to look to either
He arrived back home, switched on side.
the lights and went into the parlor. He But then, even before Bainter slow-
opened the cabinet and took out a ly turned his head, he knew that it was
record at random. He placed it on the Madge who lounged there in the op-
turntable of the stereo which was posite chair, grinning at him.
Auu;iist
.
By H. P. LOVECRAFT
Come, mellow montli, whose full-blown charms
O'er mead and wood diffuse Iheir grace;
Wiiose ardour all the valley warms,
And glads the grateful mountain’s face.
witch-infested place or era as a locale for a convincing story of that type. A valid
background for witchcraft and satanism exists in many American cities today and
on a substantial number of college campuses.
Leo Kelley presents here, in a college setting, a slightly different slant on the
standard concept of a coven. There is no question that the surprise Mr. Kelley
springs on us, will prove to be just one of many fascinating aspects of devil worship
of which most of us were ignorant.
Generation Gap
By LEO P. KELLEY
And then Rosalie took him by one sible for Rosy here making out so
arm and a girl he vaguely recognized good in your exams?”
from his lectures took him by the “Why, yes, I—.” •
was rundown and its floors were gritty B^on said sharply. '
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Professor Abquist felt a faint fury “We took it,” Rosalie said, her
rise within him at the familiar use of voice a razor slicing the air.
his name by this lout who was on “You killed it!” Professor Abquist
campus solely by virtue of an athletic shouted, rising to his feet.
scholarship—this mutant who meas- Chet Baron pushed him back down
ured six feet and nine inches from the into the chair. Mickey Denner brought
soles of his feet to the hairy crown of rope and, with the help of the others,
his head. used it to halt Professor Abquist’s
“Well, we might as well tell him struggles. Chet Baron used a silk ker-
now as later,” Rosalie remarked off- chief a girl gave him as a gag.
handedly. “How do you think we got our
“Tell me what?” Professor Abquist gifts?” whispered Rosalie in Professor
inquired, decidedly uncomfortable Abquist’s ear. Her breath slithered
under Rosalie’s suddenly and oddly across the cold skin of his sweating
ugly eyes. face. “Chet was never really all that
They told him then, taking turns, good at basketball in spite of his size
each of them adding bits and pieces of until he sold his soul. I couldn’t even
shocking information. They wor- read a book
let alone understand what
shipped //tm, they said. Professor Ab- it was about, until I did too. Of
all
quist could hear the capital letter in course, we have
to pay for our gifts
their hushed voices. They told him from time to time. That’s how we get
who He was. They told him all about to keep them.”
the dead dog. When they picked him up and
“We were having the Summoning carried him into the back room of the
in the sub-basement of the frat house beach cottage, the first thing Professor
on campus,” Chet Baron said. “We’d Abquist saw was the black altar
pEiintedthe dog with the proper flanked by the equally black candles
symbols and which Rosalie Jennings was reverently
“The mutt got loose,” Rosalie in- lighting.
terrupted.“It got out of the frat Then he saw the long knives in his
house and dropped dead in front of students’ and he knew. He
hands
the Sciences Building.” knew with an and terrifying cer-
icy
“That was a real bummer,” Mickey tainty why Rosalie had spent so much
Denner muttered. “We had to call off time with him and why she had asked
the Summoning that night.” her particular and very personal ques-
“But the week after,” Rosalie said tions about his past experiences—
brightly. “Remember?” about his lack of a specific kind of
When they told Professor Abquist experience.
about First Fruits, horror seized and He knew from his own wide-
shook him in its sharp teeth. ran^ng and extensive studies that
“That baby that was kidnapped in virgins were considered a highly ac-
Carmel?” he managed to whisper, ceptable sacrifice in certain Satanic
?”
incredulous. “The one who was — rites.
ON SALE EVERYWHERE
RAY RUSSELL'S SPECIAL BRAND of horrors have appeared predominantly in
PLAYBOY magazine. This
the pages of is not surprising knowing their quality and
PLAYBOY'S penchant for publishing fantastic fiction. Russell's period of heavy
writing really came when he left his post as executive editor of PLAYBOY in 1961.
Sardonicus and Other Stories appeared from Ballantine Books in 1961, the same
year that Columbia Pictures produced the title story as a film starring Oscar
Homolka, Ronald Lewis and Audrey Dalton. Since that time he has written many
up residence in Beverly Hills, California.
film scripts, having taken
When PLAYBOY launched a series of science fiction paperbacks in 1971,
predominantly of material taken from their own files, they made a point of titling
it"Playboy science fiction/fantasy," in acknowledgement of the many dark and
horrifying themes of the stories, such as Russell's Sardonicus and Sagittarius.
Ray Russell always wanted to sell to weird TALES, but when the magazine
was in existance he was in the process of carving out his first big success for himself
with the men's magazines, and when he had the time, the magazine was no longer
around. In Lethal Labels he at last gives us a sampling of the style that helped
create his literary success.
Lethal Labels
By RAY RUSSELL
HATE, WHICH ONCE had been a One thing he did not hate was hate.
sleeping seed in Derreck, had taken He fed it and watered it and tended it.
root and grown into a tall weed, black He hated Harold, who had bullied
and ugly, that climbed from deep him when he was a child and whom" he
inside his toes and quickly shot its hadn’t seen in thirty years. He hated
shaggy tendrils up his legs, sprouting Gerald, who lived next door and
through his veins and arteries until it played atonal operatic recordings,
coiled inside his belly, branched into Penderecki, Genestera, Berg and the
every pocket of his lungs, wrapped like. He hated Philip, who had stolen
itself around his heart, crawled behind his girl. He hated Phyllis, for allowing
his eyes and blinded them, filled his herself to be stolen.
skull and lusciously crushed his brain. Most of all he hated Kurt.
No parasite, this weed; neither was He hated his laugh and his smile.
it merely a commensal. Its relation- He hated his voice. He hated his hair.
ship with Derreck was symbiotic—it He hated his walk. He hated the way
needed him, he needed it. He provided he cleared his throat. He automatical-
the humid hothouse in which it ly hated everything Kurt liked.
thrived; it shaped, braced and support- His hatred for Kurt was pure-
ed him. unadulterated by any harm, real or
Hate gave him pu^ose. Food and imagined, Kurt had done him. Kurt
drink were not so vital to him, the had never, in fact, done him any
flesh of women not so sweet. harm. They hardly knew each other.
He hated many people and many Derreck put lables on the objects
things. He hated motorbikes and rock of his hate. He called television The
stars. He hated the Postal Service Eind Boob Tube. He called newspapers
the telephone company. He hated the Toilet Papers. He called the President
Rresident and the President’s oppo- “That Man.”
nents. He hated television and news- He called Harold “The Ape”, Ger-
papers. He hated abstract things, like ald “The Idiot”, Philip “The Swine”,
success— other people’s. He also hated Phyllis “The Tramp”. Kurt he called
failure—his own. In a sense, he hated something too vile to record. These
love. labels permitted him to evoke instant
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images in his mind, non-human car- A few weeks later, his labels were
toons, targets. delivered. They were, in his eyes,
He wantedthese people to die. He things of classic beauty:
dreamed of elaborate tortures for
them. Fire for one; for another, thirst;
for others the rack and the Iron KVRT MUST DIE
Maiden. For Kurt, a leisurely, lengthy,
graduated series of horrors never be-
fore heard of, each more hideous than Chuckling malignantly, he stuck
the last, spawned by Derreck’s invent- them on all his letters to all his
ive imagination solely for the exclu- friends. He slapped one on an anony-
sive ^ony of Kurt. mous postcard and mailed it to Kurt
All this was fantasy. Derreck lacked himself. He carried the little plastic
the courage to commit even the box in his pocket and surreptitiously
plainest murder. affixed the labels to posters, menues,
Some friends he had, old acquain- men’s room walls, the flyleaves of
tances and cronies, and to them he library books.
aired his hates. They humored him. Time passed, weeks and months
They saw in Derreck a faint and faded rolled by, but the supply of labels
shadow of a man they once liked, and hardly seemed to diminish, no matter
for the sake of that man they occa- how lavishly Derreck used them. The
sionally accepted his company, an- winter holidays came, and he used
swered his letters, returned his phone them even on his Christmas cards.
calls. It was close to a year later that one
When some misfortune befell a of his friends phoned to say, “You’ve
person Derreck hated, let us say The heard the news, of course?” He’d
Swine, these friends could count on a heard no news. “About Kurt?” What
phone call from Derreck, his voice about Kurt? “You really don’t know?
gleeful and gloating. He’s dead. A stroke.”
When something good happened to The warm bright glow of power
The Tramp, for instance, they knew it bathed Derreck for days. It sur-
would not be long before Derreck rounded him, a glinting gold nimbus.
would phone, m a rage, the dark weed He became a permanent resident of
thick in his throat, choking him. the state of Euphoria.
His letters were full of little else The labels had done it, he was sure.
than hate. They were entertaining, They had worked some kind of voo-
however, because he expressed his doo, externalizing his hate and forging
hatred eloquently, elegantly, often it into a solid thing, a hard sharp
with wit. weapon that had homed in on its
In the upper lefthand comer of his target and destroyed it.
envelopes, he always affixed a gum- He told this to his friends. Most of
med label bearing his name and ad- them humored him, as usual. few A
dress.They were small and very inex- tried to convince him that the labels
pensive: he bought them by mail, had not been responsible for Kurt’s
hundreds for only a dollar. They came death. Kurt, they reminded him, had
in a minuscule plastic box with a not been a young man. He’d suffered
hinged lid. A single boxful usually from hypertension for quite some
lasted him over a year. time.
His death was an accident—a cere-
ONE DAY, when his supply of return brovascular accident, the doctors
address labels was nearly depleted, he called it. To claim that the labels had
sat down at his desk to order a fresh killed him— after almost a year!— was
batch. An impish thought occurred to not unlike an Indian medicine man
him. Why not, while he was at it, performing a rain dance every day
order some other labels of the same during months of drought and then
kind but imprinted with a short hogging credit for the cloudburst that
phrase? Nothing complex or clever, finally drenched him.
something simple, basic. Derreck was not to be dissuaded.
The idea tickled him. He wrote out He believed in his labels.
the order and enclosed an extra dollar. A few of them were left. They hac^,
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LETHAL LABELS 17
done their job and they had done it forever. At last, they were delivered to
well.He had no further need of them. his door. He opened the tiny package
He took them into his bathroom and with trembling hands. Breathlessly, he
flushed them into the sewer, one unsnapped the lid of the little plastic
box and opened it. Delicately, with
his fingertips, he lifted out one of the
labels.
His face went grey. How could this
be? Were his eyes lying? He brought
the labels into better light, but still
the printed phrase was the same.
Derreck, grasping for answers, barely
had time to recall the manic haze in
which he had ordered these labels,
writing down the phrase and his own
address. The label printer, lazily and
imperfectly reading the order, had
made a stupid mistake. .or had the
.
Long Watch
By DOROTHY OblCK
And those long gray miles where the The sea’s a lover. It’s true, it’s true!
gray ships go?
The back and the storms abate.
tide turns
Daughter, the tide will turn at last. Daughter, remember soon or late
Isit your heart that beats so fast? And ships come home with their
Whose ensign flies from the tilted mast? precious freight
In whaV’strange port was the anchor cast? No matter if women watch and wait!
THE NEWLY-DISCOVERED William Hope Hodgson
stories and the biography of
WEIRD TALES have produced a virtual
his life presented in the first three issues of
tide of acceptance. It was our intention to publish only three of the
originally
Hodgson discoveries, but the demand is so great that we have decided to issue a
fourth story of unusual merit.
Early in his writing career, Hodgson created a world of his own, a virtual mythos
regarding the Sargasso sea. He was not the first or the last to write about that
legendary mass of floating seaweed, debris and rotting ships, but no one wrote as
many stories concerning it andcertainly no one attempted to weave the material of all
the stories into a consistant pattern. The Sargasso was Hodgson's lost world, more
important to him than Cthulu was to H.P. Lovecraft, or Barsoom to Edgar Rice
Burroughs.
His fictional preoccupation with the Sargasso began with From The Tideless Sea
(THE MONTHLY STORY MAGAZINE, April, 1906) and its sequel More News
From the Homehird (THE BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE, August, 1907), both literary
gems. It continued with The Mystery of the Derelict, (THE STORY TELLER, July,
was upon the gigantic octopus as the major threat to ships that wandered into the
weed.
The Finding of the Graiken (THE RED MAGAZINE, February 15, 1913)
followed The Thing in the Weeds with its stress on the Graiken (another term for
giant octopus), but added other supernormal elements which make the story well
worth reading.
This story represented another fascinating chapter in Hodgson's own mythos.
WHEN A YEAR had passed, and still the Azores—there had been from all
there was no news of the fuU-rigged the mystery of ocean no voice; the
ship Graiken, even the most sanguine ship and they within her had vanished
of my old chum’s friends had ceased utterly.
to hope perchance, somewhere, she And still Barlow hoped. He said
might be above water. nothing actually, but at times his
Yet Ned Barlow, in his inmost deeper thoughts would float up and
thoughts, I knew, still hugged to show through the sea of his usual talk,
himself the hope that she would win and thus I would know in an indirect
home. Poor, dear old fellow, how my way of the thing that his heart was
heart did go out towards him in his thinking.
sorrow! Nor was time a healer.
For was in the Graiken that his
it It was later that my present good
sweetheart had sailed on that dull fortune came to me. My uncle died,
January day some twelve months pre- and I—hitherto pooi^-was now a rich
viously. man. In a breath, it seemed, I had
The voyage had been taken for the become possessor of houses, lands,
sake of her health; yet since then- and money; also—in my eyes almost
save for a distant signal recorded at more important—a fine fore-and-aft-‘'
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rigged yacht of some two hundred with me, and yet was afraid to ask
tons register. him.
It seemed scarcely believable that I had the feeling that, in view of his
the thing was mine, and I was all in a overwhelming loss, he must positively
scutter to run away down to Fal- hate the sea; and yet I could not be
mouth and get to sea. happy at the thought of leaving him,
In old times, when my uncle had and going alone.
been more than usually gracious, he He had not been well lately, and a
had invited me to accompany him for sea voyage would be the very thing for
a trip round the coast or elsewhere, as him, if only it were not going to
the fit might take him; yet never, even freshen painful memories.
in my most hopeful moments, had it Eventually I decided to suggest it,
occurred to me that ever she might be and this I did a couple of days before
mine. the date I had fixed for sailing.
And now I was hurrying my prep- “Ned,” I said, “you need a
arations for a good long sea trip—for change.”
to me the sea is,and always has been, “Yes,” he assented wearily.
a comrade. “Come with me, old chap,” I went
Still, with all the prospects before on, growing bolder. “I’m taking a trip
me, I was by no means completely in the yacht. It would be splendid to
sat^fied, for I wanted Ned Barlow
^
have—”
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20 WEIRD TALES
To my dismay, he jumped to his times he would answer only by a brief
feet and came towards me excitedly. word; but talk—never.
“I’ve upset him now,” was my In addition, his whole time was
thought. “I am a fool!” spent on deck among the men, and
“Go to sea!” he said. “My God! I’d with some of them he seemed to
give—” He broke off short, and stood converse both long and earnestly; yet
suppressed opposite to me, his face all to me, his chum and true friend, not a
of a quiver with suppressed emotion. word.
He was silent a few seconds, getting Another thing came to me as a
himself in hand; then he proceeded surprise—Barlow betrayed the greatest
more quietly: “Where to?” interest in the position of the vessel,
“Anywhere,” I replied, watching and the courses set, all in such a
him keenly, for I v/as greatly puzzled manner as left me no room for doubt
by his manner. “I’m not quite clear but that his knowledge of navigation
yet. Somewhere south of here—the was considerable.
West Indies, I have thought. It’s all so Once I ventured to express my
new, you know—just fancy being able astonishment at this knowledge, and
to go just where we like. I can hardly ask a question or two as to the way in
realise it yet.” which he had gathered it, but had
I stopped; for he had turned from been treated with such an absurdly
me and was staring out of the win- stony silence that since then I had not
dow. spoken to him.
“You’ll come, Ned?” I cried, fear- With all this it may be easily
ful that he was going to refuse me. conceived that my thoughts, as I
He took a pace away, and came stared down into the wake, were
back. troublesome.
“I’ll come,” he said, and there was Suddenly I heard a voice at my
a look of strange excitement in his elbow:
eyes that set me off on a tack of vague “I should like to have a word with
wonder; but I said nothing, just told you, sir.” I turned sharply. It was my
him how he had pleased me. skipper, and something in his face told
me that all was not as it should be,
II. “Well, Jenkins, fire away.”
He looked round, as if afraid of
WE HAD BEEN at sea a couple of being overheard; then came closer to
weeks, and were alone upon the At- me.
lantic—at least, so much of it as “Someone’s been messing with the
presented itself to our view. compasses, sir,” he said in a low voice.
I was leaning over the taffrail, “What?” I asked sharply,
staring down into the boil of the “They’ve been meddled with, sir.
wake; yet I noticed nothing, for I was The mj^ets have been shifted, and
wrapped in a tissue of somewhat by someone who’s a good idea of
uncomfortable thought. It was about what he’s doing,”
Ned Barlow. “What on earth do you mean?” I
He had been queer, decidedly inquired. “Why should anyone mess
queer, since leaving port. His whole about with them? What good would it
attitude mentally had been that of a do them? You must be mistaken.”
man under the influence of an all- “No, sir. I’m not. They’ve been
pervading excitement. I had said that touched within the last forty -eight
he was in need of change, and had hours, and by someone that under-
trusted that the splendid tonic of the stands what he’s doing.”
sea breeze would serve to put him I stared at him. The man was so
soon to rights mentally and physical- certain.I felt bewildered.
ly; yet here was the poor old chap “But why should they?”
acting in a manner calculated to cause “That’s more than I can say, sir;
me anxiety as to his balance. but it’s a serious matter, and I want to
Scarcely a word had been spoken know what I’m to do. It looks to me
since leaving the Channel. When I as though there were something funny
ventured to speak to him, often he going on. I’d give a month’s pay to
would take not the least notice, other know just who it was, for certain.”
”
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you dare to take your orders from yam of an idea which he had got into
him? Let me out!” his head.And then, in an overbearing
As I shouted the last command, I way, he demanded that the navigating
leapt from my bunk, and made a dash of the yacht should be put into his
for the door, but the steward, so far hands.
from attempting to bar it, flung it He had been very incoherent, and
open and stepped quickly through, was plainly in a state of considerable
thus allowing me to see that a couple mental excitement. He had rambled
of the sailors were stationed in the on about some derelict, and then had
alleyway. talked in an extraordinary fashion of a
“Get on deck at once!” I said vast world of seaweed.
angrily.“I\liat are you doing down Once or twice in his bewilderingly
here?” disconnected speech he had men-
“Sorry sir,” said one of the men. tioned the name of his sweetheart,
“We’d take it kindly if you’d make no and now it was the memoiy of her
trouble. But we ain’t lettin’ you out, name that gave me the first inkling of
Don’t make no bloomin’ error.”
sir. what might possibly prove a solution
hesitated, then went to the table
I of the whole affair.
and sat down. I would, at least, do my 1 wished now that I had encour-
were past it before I could see more. I saw it plainly, her name Graiken and
The steward was in the act of her port London.
bringing in my tea, when from above From her name my gaze moved to
there came a noise of shouting, and that strange fencing about her. There
almost immediately a slight jolt. The was a movement in the aft part. As I
man put down the tray he was carry- watched a portion of it slid to one
ing, and glanced at me, with startled side, and a man’s head and shoulders
expression. appeared.
“What is it, Jones?” I questioned. I nearly yelled with the excitement
“I don’t know, sir. I expect it’s the of that moment. I could scarcely
weed,” he replied. believe the thing I saw. The man
I ran to the port, craned out my waved an arm, and a vague hail
bead, and looked forward. Our bow reached us across the we^d;ithen he
aeemed to be embedded in a mass of disappeared. A moment later a scor,%
THE FINDING OF THE GRAIKEN 25
of people crowded the opening, and arms. They lifted him by main force,
among them I made out distinctly the and with him a mass of weed that
face and figure of a girl. enfolded something leathery, frora
“He was right, after all!” I heard which numbers of curling arms
myself saying out loud in a voice that writhed.
was toneless through very amazement. A hand slashed down with a
In a minute, I was at the door, sheath-knife, and the next instant the
beating it with my fists. “Let me out, hideous thing had fallen back among
Ned! Let me out!” I shouted. the weed.
I felt that I could forgive him all For a couple of seconds longer 1
the indignity that I had suffered. Nay, remained, my head twisted upwards;
more; in a queer way I had a feeling then faces appeared once more over
that it was I who needed to ask him our rail, and I saw the men extending
for forgiveness. All my bitterness had arms and fingers, pointing. From
gone, and I wanted only to be out and above me there rose a hoarse chorus
give a hand in the rescue. of fear and wonder, and I turned my
Yet though I shouted, no one head swiftly to ^ance down and
came, so that at last I returned quick- across that treacherous extraordinary
ly to the port, to see what further weedworld.
developments there were. The whole of the hitherto silent
Across the weed I now saw that surface was all of a move in one
one man had his hands up to his stupendous undulation—as though life
mouth shouting. His voice reached me had come to all that desolation.
only as a faint, hoarse cry; the dis- The undulatory movement contin-
tance was too great for anyone aboard ued, and abruptly, in a hundred
the yacht to distinguish its import. places, the seaweed was tossed up into
From the derelict my attention was sudden, billowy hillocks. From these
drawn abruptly to a scene alongside. burst mighty arms, and in an instant
A plank was thrown down on to the the evening air was full of them,
weed, and the next moment I saw my hundreds and hundreds, coming to-
chum swing himself down the side and wards the yacht.
leap upon it. “Devil-fishes!” shouted a man’s
I had opened my mouth to call out voice from the deck. “Octopuses! My
to him that I would forgive all were I Gord!”
but freed to lend a hand in this Then 1 caught my chum shouting.
unbelievable rescue. “Cut the mooring ropes!” he
But even as the words formed they yelled.
died, for though the weed appeared so This must have been done almost
dense, it was evidently incapable of on the instant, for immediately there
bearing any considerable weight, and showed between us and the nearest
the plank, with Barlow upon it, sank weed a broadening gap of scummy
down into the weed almost to his water.
waust. “Haul away, lads!” I heard Barlow
He turned and grabbed at the rope shouting; and the same instant 1
with both hands, and in the same caught the splash, splash of something
moment he gave a loud cry of sheer in the water on our port side. I rushed
terror, and commenced to scramble across and looked out. I found that a
up the yacht’s side. rope had been carried across to the
As his feet drew cleeir clear of the opposite seaweed, and that the men
weed I gave a short cry. Something were now warping us rapidly from
was curled about his left ankle- those invading horrors.
something oily, supple, and tapered. I raced back to the starboard port,
As I stared another rose up out from and, lo! as though by magic, there
the weed and swayed through the air, stretched between us and the Graiken
made a grab at his leg, missed, and only the silent stretch of demure weed
appeared to wave aimlessly. Others and some fifty feet of water. It seem
came towards him as he struggled inconceivable that it was a covering to
upwards. so much terror.
’
Thensaw hands reach down from
I And then speedily the night was.^ ,
above and seize Barlow beneath the upon us, hiding all; but from the
26 WEIRD TALES
decks above there commenced
a superstructure ending in a roof, the
sound of hammering that continued whole somewhat resembling a gigantic
long throughout the night-long after dog-kennel.
I, weary with my previous night’s From under the two sharp ends of
vigil, had passed into a fitful slumber, the boat rose a couple of planks at an
broken anon by that hammering angle of thirty degrees. These ap-
above. peared to be firmly bolted to the boat
and the superstructure. I guessed that
VI. their purpose was to enable the boat
to over-ride the seaweed, instead of
“YOUR BREAKFAST, SIR,” came ploughing into it and getting fast.
respectfully enough in the steward’s In the stem of the boat was fixed a
voice; and I woke with
a start. Over- strong ringbolt, into which was spliced
head, there still sounded that persis- the end of a coil of one-inch manilla
tent hammering, and I turned to the rope. Along the sides of the boat, and
steward for an explanation. high above the gunnel, the superstruc-
“I don’t exactly know, sir,” was his ture was pierced with holes for oars.
reply. “It’s something the carpenter’s In one side of the roof was placed a
doing to one of the lifeboats.” And trapdoor. The idea stmck me as won-
then he left me. derfully ingenious, and a very prob-
I ate my breakfast standing at the able solution of the difficulty of
port, staring at the distant Graiken. rescuing the crew of the Graiken.
The weed was perfectly quiet, and we A few minutes later one of the men
were lying about the center of the threw over a rope side-ladder, and ran
little lake. down it on to the roof of the boat. He
As I watched the derelict, it opened the trap, and lowered himself
seemed to me that I saw a movement into the interior. I noticed that he was
about her side, and I reached for the armed with one of the yacht’s cut-
glasses. Adjusting them, I made out lasses and a revolver.
that there were several of the cuttle- It was evident that my chum fully
fish attached to her in different parts, appreciated the difficulties that were
their arms spread out almost starwise to be overcome. In a few seconds the
across the lower portions of her hull. man was followed by four others of
Occasionally a feeler would detach the crew, similarly armed; and then
itself and wave aimlessly. This it was Barlow.
that had drawn my attention. The Seeing him, I craned out my head
sight of these creatures, in conjunc- as far as possible, and sang out to him.
tion with that extraordinary scene the “Ned! Ned, old man!” I shouted.
previous evening, enabled me to guess “Let me come along with you!”
the use of the great screen running He appeared never to have heard
about the Graiken. It had obviously me. I noticed his face, just before he
been erected as a protection against shut down the trap above him. The
the vole inhabitants of that strange expression was fixed and peculiar. It
weed- world. had the uncomfortable remoteness of
From that my thoughts passed to a sleep-walker.
the problem of reaching and rescuing “Confound it!” I muttered, and
the crew of the derelict. I could by no after that I said nothing; for it hurt
means conceive how this was to be my dignity to supplicate before the
effected. men.
As I stood pondering, whilst I ate, I From the interior of the boat I
caught the voices of men chaunteying heard Barlow’s voice, muffled. Im-
on deck. For a while this continued; mediately four oars were passed out
then came Barlow’s voice shouting through the holes in the sides, while
orders, and almost immediately a from slots in the front and rear of the
splash in the water on the starboard superstructure were thrust a couple of
side. oars with wooden chocks nailed to the
I poked my head out through the blades.
port, and stared. They had got one of These, I guessed, were intended to
the lifeboats into the water. To the assist in steering the boat, that in the
gunnel of the boat they had added a bow being primarily for pressing do^n
THE FINDING OF THE GRAIKEN 27
the weed before the boat, so as to the boat. They grasped it, enfolding
allow her to surmount it the more themselves about it horribly. It was
easily. apparently attempting to drag the
Another muffled order came from boat under.
the interior of the queer-looking craft, From the boat came a regular
and immediately the four oars dipped, volley of revolver shots. Yet, though
and the boat shot towards the weed, the brute writhed, it did not relin-
the rope trailing out astern as it was quish its hold. The shots closed, and I
paid out from the deck above me. saw the dull flash of cutlass blades.
The board-assisted bow of the life- The men were attempting to hack at
boat took the weed with a sort of the thing through the oar-holes, but
squashy surge, rose up, and the whole evidently with little effect.
craft appeared to leap from the water All at once the enormous creature
down in among the quaking mass. seemed to make an effort to overturn
I saw now the reason why the the boat. I saw the half-submerged
oar-holes had been placed so high. For boat go over to one side, until it
of the boat itself nothing could be seemed to me that nothing could right
seen, only the upper portion of the it, and at the sight I went mad with
splash, and in the same moment its The men only wanted a leader to
'iponstrous arms were reached out to show them what to do, and, without
28 WEIRD TALES
showing any thought of insubordina- the roof of the superstructure open,
tion, they tacked on to the rope that and the men out, my chum coming
was fastened to the stem of the boat, last.They had been mightily shaken,
and hauled her back across the but otherwise were none the worse.
weed—cuttle-fish and all. As Barlow came over the gangway,
The strain on the rope had thrown I stepped up to him and gripp^ his
her on an even keel again, so that she shoulder. I was strangely muddled in
took the water safely, though that my feelings. I felt that I had no sure
foul thing was sproddled all across position aboard my own yacht. Yet all
her. I said was:
“ ’Vast hauling!” I shouted. “Get “Thank God, you’re safe, old
the doc’s cleavers, some of you— man!” And I meant it from my heart.
anything that’ll cut!” He looked at me in a doubtful,
“This is the sort, sir!” cried the puzzled sort of manner, and passed his
bo ’sun; from somewhere he had got hand across his forehead.
hold of a formidable doublebladed “Yes,” he replied; but his voice was
whale lance. strangely toneless, save that some puz-
The boat, still under the impetus zledness seemed to have crept into it.
given by our pull, stmck the side of For a couple of moments he stared at
the yacht immediately beneath where me in an unseeing way, and once more
I was waiting with the gun. Astern of I was struck by the immobile, tensed-
it towed the body of the monster, its up expression of his features.
two eyes—monstrous orbs of the Pro- Immediately afterwards he turned
found-staring out vilely from behind awayHhaving shown neither friendli-
its arms. ness nor enmity—and commenced to
I leant my elbows on the rail, and clamber back over the side into the
aimed full at the right eye. As I puUed boat.
on the trigger one of the great arms “Come up, Ned!” I cried. “It’s no
detached itself from the boat, and good. You’U never manage it that
swirled up towards me. There was a way. Look!” and I stretched out my
thunderous bang as the heavy charge arm, pointing. Instead of looking, he
drove its way through that vast eye, passed his hand once more across his
and at the same instant something forehead, with that gesture of puzzled
swept over my head. doubt. TTien, to my relief, he caught
There came a cry from behind: at the rope ladder, and commenced to
“Look out, sir!” A flame of steel make his way slowly up the side.
before my eyes, and a tmncated some- Reaching the deck, he stood for
thing fell upon my shoulder, and nearly a minute without saying a
thence to the deck. word, his back turned to the derelict.
Down below, the water was being Then, still wordless, he walked slowly
churned to a froth, and three more across to the opposite side, and leant
arms sprang into the air, and then his elbows upon the rail, as though
down among us. looking back along the way the yacht
One grasped the bo ’sun, lifting him had come.
like a child. Two cleavers gleamed, For my part, I said nothing, divid-
and he feU to the deck from a height ing my attention between hirh and the
of some twelve feet, along with the men, with occasional glances at the
severed portion of the limb. quaking weed and the—apparently—
I had my weapons reloaded again hopelessly surrounded Graiken.
by now, and ran forward along the The men were quiet, occassionally
deck somewhat, to be clear of the turning towards Barlow, as though for
flying arms that flailed on the rails some further order. Of me they ap-
and deck. peared to take little notice. In this
I fired again into the hulk of the wise, perhaps a quarter of an hour
brute, and then again. At the second went by; then abruptly Barlow stood
shot, the murderous din of the crea- upright, waving his arms and shouting:
ture ceased, and, with an ineffectual “It comes! It comes!” He tum^
flicker of its remaining tentacles, it towards us, and his face seemed trans-
sank out of sight beneath the water. figured, his eyes gleaming almost man-
A minute later we had the hatch in iacally.
THE FINDING OF THE GRAIKEN 29
ran across the deck to his side,
I before he recovered consciousness.
and looked away to port, and now I During his illness I learned from his
saw what it was that had excited him. sweethecirt how, on a terrible night a
The weed-barrier through which we long year previously, the Graiken had
had come on our inward journey was been caught in a tremendous storm
divided, a slowly broadening river of and dismasted, and how, helpless and
oily water showing clean across it. driven by the gale, they at last found
Even as I watched it grew broader, themselves surrounded by the great
the immense masses of weed being banks of floating weed, and finally
moved by some unseen impulsion. held fast in the remorseless grip of the
I was still staring, amazed, when a dread Sargasso.
sudden cry went up from some of the She told me of their attempts to
men to starboard. Turning quickly, I free the ship from the weed, and of
saw that the yawning movement was the attacks of the cuttlefish. And later
being continued to the mass of weed of various other matters; for all of
that lay between us and the Graiken. which I have no room in this story.
Slowly, the weed was divided, sure- In return I told her of our voyage,
ly as though an invisible wedge were and her lover’s strange behaviour.
being driven through it. The gulf of How he had wanted to undertake the
weed-clear water reached the derelict, navigation of the yacht, and had
and passed beyond. And now there talked of a great world of weed. How
was no longer anything to stop our I had— believing him unhinged-
rescue of the crew of the derelict. refused to listen to him.
How he had taken matters into his
VII. own hands, without which she would
most certainly have ended her days
IT WAS BARLOW’S VOICE that gave surrounded by the quaking weed and
the order for the mooring ropes to be those great beasts of the deep waters.
cast off, and then, as the light wind She listened with an evergrowing
was right against us, a boat was out seriousness, so that I had, time and
ahead, and the yacht was towed to- again, to assure her that I bore old my
wards the ship, whilst a dozen of the chum no Ul, but rather held myself to
men stood ready with their rifles on be in the wrong. At which she shook
the fo’c’s’le head. her head, but seemed mightily re-
As we drew nearer, I began to lieved.
distinguish the features of the crew, It was during Barlow’s recovery
the men strangely grizzled and old that I made the astonishing discovery
looking. And among them, white- that he remembered no detail of his
faced with emotion, was my chum’s imprisoning of me.
lost sweetheart. I never expect to I am convinced now that for days
know a more extraordinary moment. and weeks he must have lived in a sort
looked at Barlow; he was staring
I of dream in a hyper state, in which I
at the white-faced girl with an ex- can only imagine that he had possibly
traordinary fixidity of expression that been sensitive to more subtle under-
was scarcely the look of a sane man. standings than normal bodily and
The next minute we were along- mental health allows.
side, crushing to a pulp between our One other thing there is in closing.
steel sides one of those remaining I found that the captain an<l the two
monsters of the deep that had contin- mates had been confined to their
ued to cling steadfastly to the Graik- cabins by Barlow. The captain v/as
en. suffering from a pistol-shot in the
Yet of that I was scarcely aware, arm, due to his having attempted to
for I had turned again to look at Ned resist Barlow’s assumption of author-
Barlow. He was swaying slowly to his ity.
feet, and just as the two vessels closed When I released him he vowed
he reached up both his hands to his vengeance. Yet Ned Barlow being my
head, and fell like a log. chum, found means to slake both
I
Brandy was brought, and later Bar- the captain’s and the two mates’ thirst
low cemded to his cabin; yet we had for vengeance, and the slaking thereof
won clear of that hideous weed-world is—well, another story.
PER LEY POORE SHEEHAN wrote in the era of the great scientific romancers—
Edgar Rice Burroughs, George Allan England, A. Merritt, Francis Stevens—and his
work compares favorably with the best of them. Yet, as occassionally happens to
fine writers, it is rare to find his stories reprinted.
For Sheehan, a mild revival of his work started with the publication of a deluxe,
boxed edition of his fast-paced fantasy novel The Abyss of Wonders by Polaris Press
in 1953,
In the introduction to that book, P. Schuyler Miller briefly outlined Sheehan's
life. He was born June 11, 1875 in Cincinnati. He received his first journalistic
sections, one fiction and one non-fiction. At other times it experimented with
illustrations on virtually every page, all in color. It was a highly innovative magazine
in its prime.
Monsieur De Guise first appeared in the January, 1911 issue of THE SCRAP
BOOK, when it had become a pulp paper magazine with all illustrations gone. It
shared the fiction quota with The Radium Terrors, a near-science fiction serial by
Albert Dorrington, and Edgar Allan Poe's narrative of the future, Meiionta Tauta.
This brief story should not be read, should be savored. It is a hauntingly
it
effective masterpiece of weird fiction, superbly rendered both in what it says and
what it leaves unsaid. It will go down on your mental list of all-time favorites.
Monsieur De Guise
By PERLEY POORE SHEEHAN
THAT ANY ONE should live in the snake. But the silence was getting to
center of Cedar Swamp was in itself so be more than I could bear. It was too
singular as to set all sorts of queer uncanny.
ideas to running through my head. And now, just after I had noticed
A more sinister morass I had never it,and wondered at it for the hun-
seen. It w£is as beautiful and deadly as dredth time, I heard a voice. It was
one of its own red mocassins, as low and clear—that of a woman who
treacherous and fascinating. sings alto. There were four or five
It was a tangle of cypress and cedar notes like the fragment of a strange
almost thirty miles square, most of it song. And then, before I had re-
under water^-a maze of jungle-covered covered from the shock of it, there
islands and black bayous. There were was silence again.
alligators and panthers, besur and wild was up to my knees in water at
I
pig. There were groans and grunts and the time, wading a narrow branch
queer cries at night, and silence, dead between two islands. I must have
silence by day. stood there for a full minute waiting
That was Cedar Swamp as I knew it for the voice to resume, but the
after a week of solitary hunting there. silence closed in on me deeper than
I no longer missed the sun. My eyes ever. With a little shiver creeping over
had become used to the perpetual one part of my
body after another, I
twilight. My nerves no longer both- stole ashore.
ered me when I stepped into opaque The island was one of the highest I
w^ter, or watched a section of gliding had yet encountered. I had not taken
30
a dozen steps up through the dank It was large and white with a
growth of its shelving shore before I pillared porch, such as they used to
found a deeply worn path. build before the war. It was shaded by
This, I could see, ran down to the a magnificent grove of live-oak trees.
water-front on one direction, where I There were beds of geraniiun and
caught a glimpse of a boat-house roses in front, and clusters of crepe-
masked by trees. I turned and fol- myrtle and flowering oleander on a
lowed the path in the other direction well -clipped lawn.
up a gentle slope. It all gave an impression of infinite
As I advanced, the jungle around care, of painstaking up-keep, of neat-
me thinned out and became almost ness and wealth, yet, there was not a
park-like. There were open stretches soul in sight. Not a servant was there.
of meadow and clumps of trees, sug- No dog barked, I saw no horses, no
gesting a garden. But I was so intent chickens, no pigeons, nor sheen; no
on discovering the owner of the voice familiar animate emblem whatever of
that the wonder of this did not at first the prosperous farm.
impress me. I had, moreover, an eery, I stood in the presence of this
uneasy sensation of being watched. silent and lonely magnificence with a
I walked slowly. I carried my gun feeling that was not exactly fear, but
with affected carelessness. I looked rather stupefaction. For a moment I
around me as though I were a mere was persuaded that I had emerged
tourist dropped in to see the sights. from the great swamp into some
I had thus covered, perhaps, a unknown plantation of its littoral.
quarter of a mile, when the path But a moment was enough to
turned into an avenue of cabbage- convince me that this could not be. I
palmetto, at the further end of which was, without the slightest doubt, al-
I saw a house. most at the exact center of the morass.
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I was too familiar with its circum- led me to the door of a vast chamber
ference and general contour to be on the first floor, motioned me to
wrong as to that. For a dozen miles at enter, and, standing at the door, said:
every direction, Cedar Swamp
least, in “Monsieur, luncheon will be served
surrounded this island of mystery when you reappear. Pray, make your-
with its own mysterious forests and home.”
self at
bayous. Then he left me.
Once again I was acutely aware of Two details of this room impressed
being stared at. Almost at the same me: the superlative richness of the
instant a man’s voice addressed me toilet articles, all of which ^were en-
from behind my back. graved with a coat-of-aijns,' and the
“Monsieur,” it asked, “why do you portrait of a woman, by Largilliere.
hesitate?” All women were beautiful to
I might as well confess it right Largilliere, but in the present instance
away—I believe in ghosts. I have seen he had surpassed himself.
too many things in my life that were The gentle, aristocratic face, with
not to be explained by the commonly its tender, lustrous eyes, was the most
accepted laws of nature. I have lived alluring thing I had ever seen. At the
too much among the half-civilized and bottom of the massive frame was the
learned too much of their odd wisdom inscription: '^Anne-Marie, Duchesse de
to recognize any hard and fast defini- Guise. Anno 1 733. ”
tion of what is real and what is not. I was still marveling at the miracle
From the moment I heard that bit which had brought such an apparition
of song in the swamp, I felt that I was to the heart of an American swamp
passing from the commonplace into when I heard a light step in the
the weird. My succeeding impressions hallway, and I knew that my host was
had confirmed this feeling. awaiting me.
And now, when I heard the voice The luncheon, which was served
behind me: “Monsieur, why do you cold in a splendid dining-room, had
hesitate?”—I was not sure that it was been laid for two. I wondered at this,
the voice of a human being at all. I for still no servant appeared, and
turned slowly, my mind telling me surely I could not have been expected.
that I should see no one. And my host added to my mystifica-
It was with a distinct feeling of tion rather than lessened it when he
relief, therefore, that I saw a small, said: “Monsieur, I offer you the place
pale, well-dressed old man smiling at usually reserved for my wife.”
me as though he had read my secret Apart from this simple statement,
thoughts. the meal was completed in silence.
His face was cleanly shaven and Now and then I thought I surprised
bloodless. His head, partly covered by him, nodding gravely, as though some-
a black velvet skull-cap, was extremely one else were present.
large. His snow-white hair was silky I suspected him several times of
and long. His eyes, which were deeply speaking in an undertone. But, my
sunken, were large and dark. His mind was so preoccupied with the
appearance, as well as the question inexplicable happenings of the preced-
which he had just put to me suggested ing hour that I was not in a condition
the foreigner. He was not alone un- to attack fresh mysteries now.
Americjm; he appeared to be of an- He scarcely touched his food. In-
other century, as well. deed, his presence there seemed to be
I said something about intruding. more in the nature of an act of
He made a brusk gesture, Eilmost of courtesy than for the purpose of
impatience, and, telling me to follow taking nourishment. As soon as I had
him, started for the house. finished he arose and invited me to
It was as though I was an expected follow him.
guest. Only the absence of servants Across the hall was a music-room,
maintained that feeling of the bizarre, with high French windows, opening
which never left me. on the porch. He paused at one of
The interior of the house was in these windows now and plucked the
keeping with its outward appearance flower from a potted heliotrope. The
—sumptuous and immaculate. My host perfume of it seemed to stimulate him
"
MONSIEUR DE GUISE 33
strangely. He at once became more brow, the sympathetic eyes, the magic
animated. A
slight trace of color smile of the Duchesse de Guise, and
mounted to his waxen cheeks. Turn- then a voice—that voice I had heard in
ing to me, abruptly, he remarked: the swamp—began to sing, so soft, so
“I mentioned just now my wife. sweet, that a little spasm twitched at
Perhaps you noticed her portrait?” my throat and a chill crept down my
As he spoke, a faint breath of the back.
heliotrope came to me, and with it, by It was a love-song, such as they
one of those odd associations of ideas, sang centuries ago. I know little
the portrait by Largilliere. 1 saw again French, but it told of love in life and
the gentle face and the lustrous eyes, death— ‘Mfo/, je t'ai, vive et morte,
but the date— 1733. Surely, this was incessament aimee. ”
not the portrait he referred to. And when I opened my eyes again,
But he had seen the perplexity in all I saw was the shrivelled black
that
my and he broke out in French:
face, figure of Monsieur de Guise, his sil-
"Old, oui; c'est moi, monsieur de vered head thrown back with the air
Guise. ” And then, in English: “It was of one who has seen a vision.
the portrait of my wife you saw, Subcon.sciously I had heard some-
madame la duchesse par monsieur thing else while listening to the song.
Largilliere. It was the swift, muffled throb of an
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THE LOST ELIXIR 35
and have a chat about Inca-land with mal and vegetable essences with the
you. Personally, I am expecting quite blood.
a treat, apart from any story he may I noticed that, although the Pro-
have to tell us; for he promised me, in fessor listened most attentively to the
his letter accepting the invitation, to conversation, he only assisted it by an
be the narrator of the evening, that we odd remark, always very much to the
should be the first to hear of what he point, thrown in here and there, and
has done at Susa. Even before the every now and then an approving nod
scientific papers get it, I mean.” or a dissenting head-shake. When the
“If he does that I don’t much care table was cleared, and the chairman,
whether he tells us a story or not,” I according to custom, gave up the post
said. “I can hardly imagine any ordin- of honour to the Narrator of the
ary travel yam that would be anything evening, it was not very long before
like as interesting as Hessetine on we discovered that he had a reason for
Susa.” his reticence, for the first words that
“That, my dear fellow,” he replied, he spoke after the glasses had been
with a smile, “is probably because you filled and the pipes loaded were:—
have only just become a member of “Fellow- wanderers by sea and land
the Tale Club, as some of our irres- I daresay you will have noticed that I
ponsible globe-trotters have christened have been exceedingly interested in
it. Oh, and, by the way, that reminds the conversation which took place
me,” he went on, turning towards me, during supper. It is, of course, a most
“there’s just one hint I ought to give absorbing topic for all students of
you. You’ll have to expect some human things who are able to ap-
pretty tough-laid yams at our distin- proach the most impossible-seeming
guished symposia, but we have a tacit subjects with that perfectly open
understanding as to the acceptance of mind which, as most of us believe,
the aphorism that truth is often only long study and extensive travel
stranger than fiction, and so we often can give. But whether it be what is
give truth—and the narrator—the bene- commonly called a coincidence or
fit of the doubt.” not, I may as well preface the story I
“That’s nothing,” I laughed: “I am going to tell you by saying that it
know some myself, perfectly tme, bears with exceeding closeness upon
which no British jury would believe if that very subject.”
I told them on oath in the witness-
box.” WHILE THE Narrator was saying this
Now was a tme saying, but
this he seemed to some of us, certainly to
well, if any one else than a man of myself, to have grown—I was almost
European reputation had told Pro- saying—centuries younger. That, how-
fessor Hessetine ’s story and staked ever, was not quite what I mean. He
that reputation on its tmth I should might himself have been of any age,
still have had my doubts as to the clime, or nationality, and his features
complete purity of his facts. and expression had suddenly under-
It so happened that during supper gone a subtle change which seemed a
—by the way, a supper at the Narra- reversion to some former state of
tive Club is quite the most delightfully being. In other words, he appeared to
free-and-easy meal inside the confines transfer his personality from the pre-
of civilisation—the conversation, led sent backward into that remote epoch
off by a young doctor who had just of which he was going to tell us.
been making a long study of the “You must not think,” he went on,
so-called miracle-healing practised by “that I am going to tell you that since
the priest-physicians of Korea, turned our last meeting I have had the priv-
upon the memy well-authenticated ilege of making the acquaintance of
traditions which exist among nearly the Flying Dutchman or the Wander-
all peoples belonging to the older ing Jew, although I fear I shall have to
civilisations as to the possibility of make an almost equal demand upon
prolon^ng human life, and even your credulity—for, gentlemen, I am
youth, indefinitely by the regular eat- going to ask you not to disbelieve me
ing of certain combinations of herbs, when I tell you that I, who am
or the direct mingling of certain ani- speaking to you to-night with the lips
36 WEIRD TALES
of flesh, only a few weeks ago spoke, “No one could have pronounced
also in the flesh, with one who, as I the name with such exquisite purity
have every reason to believe, lived and and such profound depth of feeling—
toiled, loved and thought in the long- had almost said sorrow. Gentleman, I
buried city of Susa in the far-off days am not ashamed to admit that in that
when Rameses the Great was king.” moment a keen thrill of awe passed
Among the Wanderers by Sea and through my soul, for the accents
Land not an eye winked. Only a seemed to awaken some long-stilled
deeper silence fell upon us as we echo of a memory belonging to a life
waited for the Professor to continue. that had been lived in other ages, and
“I may presume,” he went on after with it came the thought, I know not
a little pause, ‘‘that you all know I whence, that I was listening to a
have just returned after some months’ speech that human lips had not ut-
work in connexion with the excava- tered for nearly thirty centuries.
tions at Susa, one of the buried cities “I put out my pipe and went round
of Upper Egypt, which appears to the base of the statue, and there I
have been a sort of pleasure resort on found myself face to face with such a
the shores of a now vanished lake, to man as I had never set eyes on before.
which the aristocracy of Thebes were He might have stood as model to the
accustomed to go. Indeed, as a matter sculptor who designed the statue be-
of fact, I am now quite certain that side which we were standing. There
this was so, for I have in my posses- was the broad, square, low forehead,
sion an absolutely unique treasure in and under it looked out at me the
the shape of a complete plan of it, large, level-set eyes that might have
illustrated with drawings of its prin- belonged to the Great King himself.
cipal buildings, from the hand of one The straight, massive nose, the full,
who saw it in all its pride and beauty. delicately -curved, sensuous lips, and
“This is, however, a slight antici- the firm, commanding chin—I recog-
pation. I have the plan with me, and nised them all, and the whole coun-
you shall see it afterwards. I was tenance wore that almost
engaging my staff of skilled diggers indescribable expression of contemp-
and excavators—quite a different class tuous repose which is so inevitably
from the common fellah labourers—at characteristic of the royal race of Old
Memphis, as the best men are nearly Egypt.
always to be found there; and one “He did not show the slightest sign
day, when I had almost completed my of surprise at my appearance. His eyes
staff and was thinking of making a looked too weary with seeing for that.
startnorthward, I was taking my usual He returned my salute with a grave
evening stroll among the ruins to the dignity that was, even there, in strange
north of the modem city, when I was contrast to the scanty rags and the
considerably startled by hearing a frayed and faded cotton shawl which
man’s voice speaking in strangely mus- hung from his shoulders. I addressed
ical tones and in a tongue totally him in Arabic—for somehow the pure
unknown to me. It came from the and ancient sj>eech of the desert sug-
other side of the fallen statue of gested itself as the most fitting med-
Rameses, at the back of which I was ium at my command—and asked him
leaning, smoking a contemplative if he would do me the favour of
pipe. telling what language he had been
“I say that I was startled, because I speaking when I had unintentionally
think I may affirm without boasting overheard him a few moments before.
that I am familiar, not only with all He replied, in Arabic which Wcis far
the dialects spoken in the Nile Valley, more fluent and idiomatic than my
but with most of the languages of the own;
far and near East. Yet I searched my
“
‘That, Effendi, was the speech in
memory in vain for the recollection of which my brother Rameses, by whose
a single syllable or inflection, until I time-worn effigy we stand, wooed our
heard him say quite distinctly, and yet cousin Nephert-Anat, the star-eyed
with an accent and intonation utterly Lily of the Upper Nile, in the days
strange to me, the words, or rather the when the desert that has buried wr
exclamation, ‘0 Rameses, Rameses! ’
' glories laughed and sang with the joy
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of fruitfulness, and Egypt was
its deeply moved; and I replied, as
Queen of the Earth.’ though some inner impulse had been
“Now, you are very well aware, prompting me: ‘O Egyptian, who am
gentlemen, that insanity, in its milder I, the child of yesterday, that I should
and more inoffensive forms, is not say what is and is not possible to the
regarded in the East as it is here. It is might of the Gods? Shall the sand-
treated with tolerance and by most grain by the seashore say to its fellow,
people with respect as a sign of the “With thee and me the limits of Ocean
special protection of the Deity. You end’’? I would make no trespass on
will, I am sure, understand me when I thy confidence, yet if thou ha.st the
say that my new acquaintance’s first will to tell me, thy story will not fall
utterance inclined me to the belief on idle ears, and when the proof is
that he was a scholar whom overstudy given belief shall not be wanting.’
“
and under-feeding had made mad. But ‘It is just,’ he said, his lips making
there was no sign of madness in the the faintestmovement of a smile. ‘Yet
calm, luminous eyes which looked so it well said that trust is twofold.
is
steadily into mine while he was mak- Will the Effendi trust me in a small
ing this extraordinary speech. There matter if I will trust him in a great
was none of the restlessness of the one?’
feet and hands, or the sideway move- “It may .seem to you like a piece of
ments of the head, which are the arrant foolishness in an old traveller,
almost certain accompaniments of in- but 1 positively could not distrust the
sanity. On the contrary, his attitude man, and so I answered: ‘So far as it is
was easy and yet full of dignity, and lawful and fair dealing between man
his mamner was rather that of a man and man, Egj'ptiaru I will trust thee to
who is uttering a commonplace which the half of my goods.’
“ ‘1
has become wearisome to him. have no need of thy goods,
“I, of course, realised at once that Effendi,’ he replied, with a sigh which
no good end could possibly be served was the saddest I have ever heard from
by any show of incredulity, and so I a human breast: ‘I who have feasted
replied just as seriously as he had with kings and conquerors and scat-
spoken: ‘Truly, then, O brother of the tered gold and jewels to the four
Great King, since thy days have been winds of heaven till wealth became as
prolonged on earth so far beyond the dross in my hands and I had sickened
common span of mortal life, great of all that earth could sell—what is thy
must be the blessing or grievous the poor little fortune to me? Yet it is
curse that the High Gods have laid because I am what men call poor in
upon thee. Is it permitted that a money that 1 would ask for thy faith
stranger from a far-off land should ask and thy help. The matter is in this
thee why the shade of thy mighty wise. Thou art going to Susa, the city
brother hath waited so many cycles of my youth and my happiness, and
for thee in the Halls of Amenti?’ the scene of the crime against the
“ High Gods which made the one unfad-
‘Ah,’ he exclaimed, bending
down towards me—for, as I have said, ing and destroyed the other for ever.
he was a man of splendid stature, fully “At Susa thou wilt seek to clear
a head taller than I am—and bringing the dust of ages from the house in
his eyes to a level with mine, ‘dost which I and mine dwelt, the t-emples
thou believe me, then? Or is it only in which we worshipped, and the
thy charity which thus listens with a tombs where the mummies of my dear
show of credulity to what thou, like ones are resting, while I, self-doomed,
the others, takest for the idle tale of a count on the countless suns of endless
madman? Speak truly, Effendi, as thy days. Now, what I ask is this: that
soul liveth, for on thy faith hangs the thou shouldst make me one of thy
fate of one who, in the days that are company, the meanest of them if thou
forgotten, by his own rash and pre- wilt, and take me to Susa, and there I
sumptuous act, brought upon his soul will show thy workmen where to dig
the anger of the High Gods, and cut that they may find that which thou
himself off from the common lot of seekest. I will draw thee pictures of
mhn.’ the temples and the theatres and tire
“I confess that I was strangely and tombs, and mark out the streets and
38 WEIRD TALES
squares, until all Susa in its ruins shall above the sands of time, changeless in
be as plain to thee as it was in its glory the midst of change, silently contemp-
to me.’ tuous of the roar of the noisy cen-
“I don’t suppose that any archae- turies and the chatter of their yester-
ologist had ever had such an astound- bom children.
ingly tempting offer made to him, and “During the journey to Thebes,”
I candidly admit that I was not only he went on, just as quietly as before,
tempted— I fell. But there was still the “my friend the Egyptian took his
undeniable fact that, under all known place among the other men in my
human conditions, such a thing was employment, and scarcely exchanged
absolutely impossible. Certain doubts, a score of words with me. This was, of
too, which I will come to shortly, had course, perfectly natural. In the East
occurred to me while he was m^ing master is master and servant is servant.
his proposition. Still, all said and But as soon as we had left the train at
done, I stood to risk nothing but his Thebes and began to prepare for
railway fare and keep—I was already crossing the fifty-odd miles of desert
risking them and absurdly high wages to the site of what once was the
too for men not half as likely-looking pleasure-city of Susa, a sudden change
as my strange friend—even if I was came over him. Those of you who
only able to use that commanding air have seen a man breathing his native
of his by making him an overseer, so I air after years of exile will understand
held out
“
my hand, and said: what I mean. He began to exert a sort
‘It is agreed, Egyptian. To- of unofficial authority which not even
morrow we start by the train that the dragoman or the overseer tried to
leaves at sundown. Come to me after resist after the first few hours, during
the early coffee, and I will tell the which they somehow learnt that he
dragoman and the overseer that I have was at home and they were not.
engaged thee. After the paper is signed “We reached the semicircle of gran-
I will advance money to buy what ite hills under which the long-dead
thou hast need of. Then in thine own citizens of Susa once found protection
time thou shalt make pledn those from the worst of the desert winds,
things which are now dark to my during the second march of the third
eyes.’ day. We chose our camping-ground
“Our hands met. As I believe now, and pitched our tents. After supper I
it was a grip which drew two living took my pipe and went for a stroll
men together across a gulf of thirty round the encampment, to see that
centuries. That strikes you, no doubt, everything was shipshape. There was
as a somewhat fantastic and far- such a moon in the sky as one only
fetched notion, but I am not without sees from the desert; and when my
hope that your opinion will change inspection was over I wandered to-
when you have heard my reason for wards the edge of the bay of smooth
believing as I do.” sand, broken by outcrops of stone
which were for vanished Susa what
THE PROFESSOR, who had SO far theMonument and Nelson’s Column
told extraordinary story in the
his may some day be for London—if they
most commonplace
conversational last as long.
tone, paused and took a draught from “I had not gone far from the camp
a great tankard of lager before him. when I heard close by me the quiet,
The was so strained that no
silence gentle voice of my Egyptian saying,
one seemed to care to break it, even stillin the classic Arabic of the Koran:
to get a drink. WTien he put his
“ ‘Effendi, thou hast kept thy part
tankard down and faced us again, of that which was agreed between us.
some of us began to find a sort of This is Susa, and my eyes already see
likeness in those symmetrically-cut the flood of ages rolled back, the
features of his to others that we had sands swept away, and the likeness of
seen on the wall-paintings at Luxor the temples and palaces once more
and Kamak and other familiar places reflected in the blue mirror of the lake
on the now, if possible, vulgarised which washed their everlasting walls.
Nile, as well as on the mighty carved Diana, as I have heard the old Greeks
monoliths which raise their giant bulk say, is smiling full -eyed on us to-ni^t.
THE LOST ELIXIR 39
Hast thou the leisure and the will to might have made us rivals for the
learn why Pent-ar, priest of the Royal favour of the High Gods, would not
Blood in the House of Amen-ra and by necessity have made us enemies;
Writer of the Sacred Records, sought but there was that between us which
thy help and charity to return to the hath set man’s hand against his
place of his birth?’ brother since first the v'orld began—
“I confess that I started a little at the love of a fair woman. I divined
the mention of that name, so famous instantly that the passages which your
to all Egyptian scholars, by the lips of scholars could not read were written
a living man who claimed it as his in the Hermetic character which was
own, but I mane^ed to tell him in my known only to the initiates of the
usual tone that if he was prepared to Sacred Mysteries, and that, since this
give me his confidence I was quite lore has been lost for many ages, there
ready to receive it; and so I sat down was no other on earth who could read
on a huge slab of granite, and he, them save myself.
“
declining with a graceful gesture my ‘That day I sold a few curious
request that he too would be seated, jewels, the last of a once great store,
stood before me, a strangely eloquent to the explorer, bought myself some
figure in the bright moonlight, and clothes of the European fashion, and
told me his story with a simple dignity took passage to London. As I can
of diction and expression which, speak your language, as I can all
translating from his exquisite Arabic others which I have seen come into
as I am, I cannot hope to emulate. being since my nurse taught me the
“
‘My history, Effendi,’ he began, ancient tongue of Khem, I went to the
after a long look over the wildnemess chief keeper of manuscripts in your
of ruins, ‘shall be brief, since no man Museum and offered to translate this
could tell even in many hours the papyrus for him, though in doing so 1
narrative of the changing ages. And was breaking the oath of my initi-
first I will explain what may have ation, so strong upon me was the
seemed strange to thee—that I, who, desire to learn what Panit-Ahmes had
as I told thee at Memphis, have hidden in the Hermetic passages.
“
squandered uncounted treasures, ‘He looked on me at first in
should be too poor to pay my way wonder, as thou didst, Effendi, when
here and do the work for myself we stood that evening by the statue of
which I am to do for thee. It comes Rameses; but there was unbelief as
about in this wise. Not many months well as wonder in his eyes and his
ago I learned from such a seeker as speech, so I went to a case in which
thou art for the hidden glories of my some papyri of the time of the Second
people that a certain papyrus had Amen-ho-tep, who took the great city
been found at Thebes which was of of Nineveh, rested, and these I read
the time of the Great King and a little off into English as quickly as you,
after, and signed by one Panit-Ahmes, Effendi,would translate from an Ara-
priest of Sekhet and scribe of the Then he believed, but his
bic writing.
College of Physicians at Thebes. Fur- wonder grew greater; and in the end,
ther, I was told that this papyrus, after much talk and writing to many
which is now in your great Museum of people, as is the fashion of the Eng-
London, contained certain passages lish,the permission I craved was given
which, though plain to decipher, had to me, and in a day I made the
no outward meaning, and contained, translation and a copy of the Hermet-
moreover, characters which the most ic passages for myself. The scholars of
learned of those skilled in the witing the Museum were greatly amazed, and
of the old Egyptians could not make offered me a high stipend to remain
words or phrases of. and work for them; but how could I,
“ Pent-ar the Initiate, take money for
‘Now in the days of the Great
King this Panit-Ahmes shared with me the revealing of the Holy Mysteries to
the fame which in those days was unbelievers? Also, I had deceived
greater than that which men could them, for the meaning I wrote down
^)yin with bow and spear, the fame of of the mystic sentences was not the
(learning and of the knowledge of true one. Had I written that, they
,
hidden things. This of itself, though it would have laughed at me, and I
40 WEIRD TALES
should have broken my oath for no- ords, examining the ground that no
thing. hidden sacred place might be violated
“ by the workmen, found a very ancient
‘Now the meaning of the passages
was this— and by it thou shalt learn, temple, so old that it was buried in
ere many days have passed, whether those days even as Susa is buried in
Pent-ar the Scribe hath told thee the these. By virtue of my office I passed
truth or a lie: into it alone;—would that my feet had
“
‘O thou who in the days to come rotted to the ankles before I had
shalt be weary of the burden of years: crossed that fatal threshold! In the
Behold, my hate shall be buried in my inmost sanctuary, in the place of
tomb, that may greet thee as friend
I hiding behind the chief altar, I found
in the Halls of the Assessors. a golden casket of scrolls, which, as
“
'When the High Gods, whose was my right, I took home with me,
holiness thine impiety hath outraged, that I might if possible discover new
shall judge thy cup of penance to be secrets amongst their contents. That
full, it may be that thine eyes shall see which I sought I found, and more.
this writing, which thou alone of men
“
‘Fastened by a blood-red seal to
wilt in those days be able to read with the smallest of the scrolls was a great
understanding. emerald wrapped in many folds of leaf
“
'Then shalt thou learn that the of gold. The scroll, deciphered after
flame lit in thy veins by the Elixir of much labour, told me that it was
Long-Drawn Days may be quenched hollow, and that its cavity was filled
only by the dew which thou shalt find with the Elixir of Long-Drawn Days.
even then moist on the waiting lips of “O thou,” ran the scroll, “whose
Love. It was given to me to learn the learning shall teach thee the meaning
secret of the poison which was the of these words: know that the Elixir
antidote to the venom of endless days. of the Emerald is the last of the
Thy mistaken love bound her soul in secrets of the Infernal Gods vouch-
the flesh-fetters which through ages of safed to man. If thou hast courage,
weariness thou shalt learn to curse. and wouldst outlive the changing ages,
My “love gave her rest. thyself unchanged amidst them; if
‘From her lips, in the good time thou wouldst see the generations of
of the High Gods, it may be given to men pass away like shadows from the
thee to drink the Elixir of the Lesser bright morning of thine eternal youth,
Death. On the green shores of Amenti mingle but a c&op of this ichoir-which
we wait and pray for thee. is the tears of Isis— with thy blood,
“ ‘Effendi, thou hast already heard and never shall it be chilled with frosts
the story of Pent-ar, for beyond the of age, nor its flow arrested by the
recital of the Passages of Panit-Ahmes hand of Death. Dost thou love? Then
—once my rival and enemy, and now shall one drop more in the veins of
my friend and only hope—there is thy beloved give thee and her the
littleto tell that thou hast not already delights of quenchless love and death-
guessed. less passion as long as the ages last.
“ ‘In many climes and ages I have Immortail—the Infernal Gods greet
seen men seeking the essence which thee!”
they in their ignorance called the “
‘Alas! Effendi, I loved, and
Elixir of Life. I could have given it to through my love I was lost I
them, as I could give it to thee if I would fain spare myself and thee, Son
wished to repay thy friendship with a of the Y ounger Days, the story of that
curse; for it was I who, guided by the which was the same then as it is now,
malice of the Infemad Gods, dis- and as it shall be when the last son
covered the reality of which they were and daughter of man pledge their
seeking the shadow, and the manner troth on the brink of the common
of finding it was this: grave. Let it therefore suffice to say
“
‘When the Great King was build- that Amaris was in my eyes even fairer
ing the Hall of Seti at Luxor, many and more desirable than her sister the
structures were cleared away to make lovely Nefert-Anat herself, who was
room, and great excavations were nec- honoured by the love of the Great
essary for its foundations. In one of King. Endless days of fadeless youth
these I, when, as Keeper of the Rec- with her—what more could the Gods
THE LOST ELIXIR 41
themselves give me? I took the elixir measure of it as I would a draught of
in my satchel one evening when I was the red wine of Cos, but he flung my
to walk with her through our favour- laugh back at me, saying that since I
ite paradise among the palms. I read loved the life of the flesh so well, I
the scroll to her and showed her the should live it. It was not for me. but
emerald. Then
tempted her as I had
I for Amaris, that she might lay down
been tempted, and because she loved the burden of living when the Gods
me “I won my way with her. pleased or she was weary of carrying
‘Soon afterwards we were mar- It.
“
ried, forI was of the Royal Blood emd ‘Then said I, in my pride, “O
Pemit-Ahmes was not. Moreover Ram- Panit-Ahmes, Amaris will be singing
eses and Nefert were my friends and the songs of youth in the days when
pleaded my cause well. My rival thy mummy is dust. Let her drink if
cloaked his wrath and his hate under a she will. She is my most precious gift-
guise of resignation, but the fires from the Gods; thou canst not take
burnt still in his breast and well-nigh her from me.”
“
consumed him. ‘Never was vainglorious boast
“
‘On our marriage-night I instilled more bitterly requited, never was
the elixir into my veins and hers, and boaster made more humble than I
we went to rest dreaming that, as long was. Amaris, full of faith and vivid life
as the sands of time should run, for us as I was, took the hazard of the
all nights would be like this, all draught laughingly, and seemingly was
mornings like the morrow. The next none the worse for it. Yet another
day, in the boasting pride of my year had not gone by. before she
happiness and triumph, I told Panit- sickened of a fever that followed a
Ahmes of what I had done, and then, low Nile, and died. Mad with grief, 1
telling him that I and my Amaris, took the fever too, and for many days
alone of the sons and daughters of lay in delirium. When I returned to
men, should live and love for ever, I health and reason, the mummy of
flung the emerald and what was left in Amaris already lay in its place in the
it of the tears of Isis far out among City of the Dead, over yonder behind
the brown waves of the Nile. the northern spur of the hills, and
“ ‘What hidden lore Panit-Ahmes Panit-Ahmes too was dead, and had
may have known then or discovered taken his secret with him over the
later I know not, but he laughed when River of Darkness into the Land of
he saw me throw away what kings Shadows.
“
would have given their dominions for, ‘Effendi, my tale is told, nor will
and told me that since I had kept part I weary thee further by telling thee
of the curse of the Infernal Gods for the awful story of the years that have
myself I was welcome to do what I passed between then and now, I have
would with the rest. “As for Amaris seen the races of men come and go,
thy wife,” he said, as he turned away and their empires wax and wane. 1
from me, “I have loved her, and I will have seen altars rise and fall, faiths
save her from the doom that thou bom and die, like shadows drifting
shalt some day pray the High Gods in over the eternal sea. I have learnt the
vain to take away from thee.” vanity of human things—the shame of
“
‘For a year, Effendi, I was happy glory arid the poverty of wealth and
—happy, perchance, as no other wed- the dream of dominion— and here I
ded lover has been since then, for that stand before thee, poor and lonely,
year was to me only the first of the without a friend or a lover among all
countless years which should all be as the myriads of men, weary of living,
bright as it was. Then Panit came to and asking only of the High Gods and
me, and told me that he had found in thee to find the tomb of Amaris, that
a dream, which was a revelation from I may lay my lips on hers, and from
the High Gods, the secret of the them receive the sweet summons to
antidote to the tears of Isis. I laughed join her waiting shade on the green
him to scorn, so marvellously had the shores of Amenti.’
elixir renewed my already fading
ydiith within the short space of a “SUCH, GENTLEMEN,” continued
yekr. I boasted that I would drink a the Professor, laying down a few slips
42 WEIRD TALES
of paper which he had used every now of Death. But bring all thy courage
,and then to help his memory, “such with thee, for it may be thou wilt
was the extraordinary story which I need it.’
“
heard under such singular circum- ‘I will come, Pent-ar,’ I said. It did
stances amidst the ruins of Susa. I will not seem a time for more words, so I
tell you the sequel to it in as few took one of the lamps and followed
words as possible, for I must confess him to the tomb in silence. It would
that my theme has somewhat run have taken my workmen hours to
away with me. Marvellous as it may remove the great stone slab which
seem to you, I must ask you to accept closed the entrance; but he, evidently
it as I saw it and as I tell it to you. knowing all the secrets of the lost art,
There are some things which do not laid the passage open in less than an
admit of discussion or explanation, hour. StUl silent, we went in, he
and I think you will agree with me leading. After I had covmted twenty
that this is one of them. paces the passage ended in a chamber
“Pent-ar was as good as his word, so about twelve feet square and fifteen
far as his knowledge of the locality high. In the middle of it, on a huge
went. The precision with which he cube of polished black marble, lay
indicated the course of the streets and two splendidly adorned sarcophagi.
the positions of the hidden buildings One was open and empty, the other
was little short of miraculous. For closed.
upwards of a month he possessed his “ ‘The resting-place of him who died
world-weary soul in patience, until he not,’ Pent-ar whispered, holding his
had completed the plan of which I lamp over it. Then he gave the lamp to
spoke some time ago. When he me, and set to work with a chisel and
brought it to me, soon after sunrise mallet, which he had picked up out-
one morning, he said, with that side the pyramid, on the lid of the
strange, joyless smile of his: other sarcophagus. When he had
“ loosened it I helped him to raise it. A
‘Effendi, have I kept faith with
thee? Have I promised aught that I mummy-case lay inside, and this with
have not performed? If thou art con- reverent hands we lifted out and laid
tent with me give me now my free- across the end of the stone. For a
dom, that I may go and seek the tomb moment Pent-ar stood beside it, with
of Amaris.’ hands raised above his head, and
“My answer was an order to my murmured in the ancient tongue what
overseers to move the camp at once W£is doubtless a prayer for forgiveness
under his direction to the City of the and the favour of his outraged Gods.
Dead. Once there, his whole manner This finished, he took his knife from
changed. His eyes burned with the fire his belt and with a few deft silent
of an eager anticipation, and he movements detached and removed the
worked with pick and shovel harder cover of the case.
than the best of the labourers. At the “ ‘Amaris! Amaris!’ he murmured
end of a week we had laid bare a small again, falling on his knees beside the
pyramid, the apex of which, only case, and saying some more words in
showing a couple of feet or so above his own speech.
the sand, he had found with unerring I looked over his shoulders, and to
instinct or memory after an hour’s my amazement I saw, not the mummy I
survey of the wUdemess of ruins had expected to find, but the un-
amidst which it stood. Just before swathed, white-robed figure of an
sunset on the last day he came to me exquisitely beautiful girl, who, instead
with two lamps in one heind and a of having lain there hidden from the
powerful crowbar in the other. sight of men for thirty centuries,
“
‘My friend,’ he said, using the term might have fallen asleep only an hour
for the first time, ‘Pent-ar has come to before.
“
bid thee farewell. The tomb is found, ‘It is time,’ said Pent-ar, rising and
and Amaris waits for me within. I go taking my hands. ‘Is she not beautiful,
to open the way to her. If thou my love, my bride? See, are not her
wouldst see with thine own eyes the sweet lips moist still with the dew of
proof of the things which I have told love, as Panit said? Now farewell. Son
thee, come with me now to the Gate of the Younger Days and last of my
THE LOST ELIXIR 43
friends on earth. In a few moments kiss had wrought on Pent-ar. He who a
Pent-ar will be walking in the groves moment before had stood with me; a
of Amenti hand in hand with Amaris. living breathing man, holding my
Farewell, and let not thy courage fail hands and spealdng to me in his now
thee in the presence of Death the familiar voice, became, as it were in an
Releaser.’ .
instant, not a corpse, but a skeleton
“As I pressed his hands and bade him covered with a dry brown skin,
farewell, a flood of memories swept through which the grey bones broke
over mysoul, I know not whence. Was their way as they dropped with a
it possible that I, with other eyes, had gentle rustling sound into the case in
once looked with love on that fair which the ashes of the long-parted
face; Who knows? But before I could lovers were permitted to mingle.
frame the question I would have asked “In my wonder and horror I dropped
Pent-ar, he had stretched himself the lamps I was holding, and when 1
lengthways over the case and pressed had groped my way into the outer air
his lips to those of his dead love. I found it full of flying grains of sand.
“Gentlemen, I hope I may never see I fought my way, half choked, back
such another sight as that which I into camp. That night the v/orst sand-
beheld in the next few moments. No storm I have ever seen raged until
sooner had their lips met than the fair morning, and when I was able to go
flesh of the mummy grew dark and back to the City of the Dead I found
shrivelled into a thousand wrinkles. nothing but a wide, level plain of
The eyes sank back into the sockets, driven sand where our excavations had
the gloss faded from the gold-brown been made. It was the winding-sheet
hair, and the rounded form shrank of Pent-ar and Amaris, and beneath it
together under the garments. But even their ashes shall, I trust, rest in peace
this was as nothing to the awful until the dawn of the day whose sun
change which the magic of the Death- will never set.”
KUDOS TO N.E.S.F.A.
EDITORIAL REVIEW
In the Cathedral
By A. MERRITT
(Easter 1930)
one was created by the works of H.P. Lovecraft. Virtually all of his fiction and
poetry has been collected and preserved in book form. Special publications on his
life such as In Memoriam Clark Ashton Smith, Edited by Jack L. Chalker in 1963
have appeared.' His art and sculpture is preserved in such brochures as Grotesques
and Fantastiques published by Gerry de la Ree in 1973. Popular-priced paper-
backed selections of his work are appearing.
Alo.tg with such magic names as H.P. Lovecraft and Robert E. Howard, Smith
was ona of the most unusual writers whose writing was to be found in the pages of
WEIRD TALES. Like Lovecraft, he had developed his own mythos from his
readings of Ambrose Bierce and Robert W. Chambers.
In certain respects his range of mood and appeal was superior to Lovecraft's.
46
gathered that he had gone into places nimbus brightened intolerably, and
seldom visited by Occidentals. the wan, early daylight, the electric
He had just finished correcting the bulbs that still burned to attest the
typescript of a novel which dealt with night’s labor, were alike blotted out.
the more romantic and mysterious It seemed to the housekeeper that the
aspects of Burma. walls and table vanished, and a great
On the morning of April 2nd, his luminous gulf opened before her; and
housekeeper, a middle-aged woman, on the verge of the gulf, in a seat that
was startled by a glare of brilliant light was not his cushioned armchair but a
which issued from the half-open door huge and rough-hewn seat of stone,
of Milwarp’s study. It was as if the she beheld her master.
whole room were in flames. His heavy brocaded robes were
Homfied, the woman hastened to gone, and about him, from head to
investigate. Entering the study, she foot, were blinding coils of pure white
saw her master sitting in an armchair fire, in the form of linked chains.
at the table, dressed in the rich, She could not endure the brilliance
somber robes of Chinese brocade of the chains, and cowering back, she
whicli he wore as a dressing-gown. He shielded her ej^es with her hands.
sat stiffly erect, a pen clutched un- When she dared to look again, the
moving in his fingers on the open weird glowing had faded, the room
pages of a manuscript volume. was as usual; and Milwarp’s motionless
About him, in a sort of nimbus, figure was seated at the table in the
glowed and flickered the strange light; posture of writing.
and her only thought was that his Shaken and terrified as she was the
garments were on fire. woman found courage to approach
She ran toward him, crying out a her master. A hideous smell of burnt
warning. At that moment the weird flesh arose from beneath his garments,
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48 WEIRD TALES
which were wholly intact and without already fading and has become almost
visible traceof fire. illegible in places.
He was dead, his fingers clutching The reader willnote certain blank
the pen and his features frozen in a spaces due to passages written in an
stare of agony. His neck and wrists alphabet which neither I nor any
were completely encircled by frightful scholar of my acquaintance can trans-
bums that had charred them incredibly literate.
deeply. These passages seem to form an
The coroner, in his examination, and they
integral paut of the narrative,
found that these bums, preserving an occur mainly toward the end, as if the
outline as of heavy links, were extend- writer had turned more and more to a
ed in long unbroken spirals around the language remembered from an ancient
arms and legs and torso. The burning incarnation.
was apparently the cause of Mil warp’s To the same mental reversion one
death: it was as if iron chains, heated must attribute the singular dating, in
to incandescence, had been wrapped which Milwarp, still employing Eng-
about him. lish script, appears to pass from our
Small credit was given to the contemporary notation to that of
housekeeper’s story of what she had some premundane world.
seen. No one, however, could suggest I ^ve hereunder the entire dairy,
an acceptable explanation of the bi- which begins with an undated foot-
zarre mystery. There was, at the time, note:
much aimless discussion; but, as I have
hinted, people soon turned to other THIS BOOK, unless I have been mis-
matters. informed concerning the qualities of
The efforts made to solve the the drug souvara, will be the record of
riddle were somewhat perfunctory. my former life in a lost cycle. I have
Chemists tried to determine the na- had the drug in my possession for
ture of a queer drug, in the form of a seven months, but fear has prevented
gray powder with pearly granules, to me from using it. Now, by certain
which use Milwarp had become ad- tokens, I perceive that the longing for
dicted. But their tests merely revealed knowledge will soon overcome the
the presence of an alkaloid whose fear.
source and attributes were obscure to Ever since my earliest childhood I
Western science. have been troubled by intimations,
Day by day, the whole incredible dim, unplaceable, that seemed to ar-
business lapsed from public attention; gue a forgotten existence. These intim-
and those who had known Milwarp ations partook of the nature of feel-
began to display the forgetfulness that ings rather than ideas or images: they
was no less unaccountable than his were like the wraiths of dead mem-
weird doom. ories.
The housekeeper, who had held In the background of my mind
steadfastly in the beginning to her there has lurked a sentiment of form-
story, came at length to share the less, melancholy desire for some
common dubiety. Her account, with nameless beauty long perished out of
repetition, became vague and contra- time. And, coincidentally, I have been
dictory; detail by detail, she seemed haunted by an equally formless dread,
to forget the abnormal circumstances an apprehension as of some bygone
that she had witnessed with over- but still imminent doom.
whelming horror. Many times, in my wanderings
The manuscript volume, in which through Buddhistic lands, I had heard
Milwarp had apparently been writing of the drug souvara, which is believed
at the time of death, was given into to restore, even for the uninitiate, the
my charge with his other papers. It memory of other lives. And at last,
proved to be a diary, its last entry many vain efforts, I managed to
after
breaking off abruptly. procure a supply of the drug.
Since reading the diary, I have The manner in which I obtained it
hastened to transcribe it in my own is a tale sufficiently remarkable in
hand, because, for some mysterious itself, but of no special relevance here.
reason, the ink of the original is So far—perhaps because of that appre-
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cases, the very wood of chairs, table pertained to some incarnation of older
and shelves, began to exhibit new and epochs.
unimagined colors. At the same time Still the fantasmagoria streamed
there were curious alterations of out- on, and I turned giddy with vertigo
line, every object seeming to extend before the vastness and diutumity of
itself in a hitherto unsuspected fash- the cycles of being. It seemed that I,
ion. the watcher, was lost in a gray land
Following this, my surroundings where the homeless ghosts of all dead
became semi-transparent, like molded ages went fleeing from oblivion to
shapes of mist. I found that I could oblivion.
see through the marbled cover the The walls of Nineveh, the columns
illustrations in a volume of John and towers of unnamed cities, rose
Martin’s edition of Paradise Lost, before me and were swept away. I saw
which lay before me on the table. the luxuriant plains that are now the
All this, I knew, was a mere exten- Gobi desert. The sea-lost capitals of
sion of ordinary physical vision. It was Atlantis were drawn to the light in
only a prelude to those apperceptions unquenched glory.
of occult realms which I sought I gazed on lush and cloudy scenes
through souvara. from the first continents of Earth.
Fixing my mind once more on the Briefly I relived the beginnings of
goal of the experiment, I became terrestrial man—and knew that the
aware that the misty walls had van- secret I would learn was ancienter
ished like a drawn arras. About me, even than these.
like reflections in rippled water, dim
sceneries wavered and shifted, erasing MY VISIONS FADED into black
one another from instant to instant. voidness—and yet, in that void,
I seemed to hear a va^e but through fathomless eons, it seemed
ever-present sound, more musical than that I existed like a blind atom in the
the murmurs of air, water or fire, space between the worlds. About me
which was a property of the unknown was the darkness and repose of that
element that environed me. night which antedated the Earth’s
With a sense of troubling familiar- creation. Time flowed backward with
ity, I beheld the blurred unstable the silence of dreamless sleep. . .
pictures which flowed past me upon The illumination, when it came.
50 WEIRD TALES • «
was instant and complete. I stood in you saved me in former years from
the full, fervid blaze of day amid the inquisitorial wrath of the time-
royally towering blossoms in a deep god’s priests, I cannot refuse to share
garden, beyond whose lofty, vine-clad it with you. But understand well that
walls I heard the confused murmuring even I, who have called upon names
of the great city called Kalood. that are dreadful to utter, and have
Above me, at their venial zenith, evoked forbidden presences, shall
were the four small suns that illumed never dare to assist you in this conjur-
the planet Hestan. Jewel-colored in- ation.
sects fluttered about me, lighting “Gladly would I help you to hold
without fear on the rich habiliments converse with the shadow of Bel-
of gold and black, enwrought with thoris, or to animate her still unwith-
astronomic symbols, in which I was ered body and draw it forth from the
attired. tomb. But that which you purpose is
Beside me was a dial-shaped altar another matter. You alone must per-
of zoned agate, carved with the same form the ordained rites, must speak
symbols, which were those of the the necessary words: for the conse-
dreadful omnipotent time-god, Afor- quences of this thing will be direr than
gomon, whom I served as a priest. you think.”
I had not even the slightest mem- “I care not for the consequences,”
ory of myself as John Milwarp, and I replied eagerly, “if it be possible to
the long p^eant of my terrestrial lives bring back the lost hours which I
was as something that had never shared with Belthoris. Think you that
been—or was yet to be. Sorrow and I could content myself with her shad-
desolation choked my heart as ashes ow, wandering thinly back from the
fill some um consecrated to the dead; Borderland?
and all the hues and perfumes of the “Or that I could take pleasure in
garden about me were redolent only the fair clay that the breath of ne-
of the bitterness of death. cromancy has troubled and has made
Gazing darkly upon the altar, I to arise and walk without mind or
muttered blasphemy against Afor- soul? Nay, tlie Belthoris I would
gomon, who, in his inexorable course, summon is she on whom the shadow
had taken away my beloved and had of death has never yet fallen!”
sent no solace for my grief. Separately It seemed that Atmox, the master
I cursed the signs upon the altar: the of doubtful arts, the vasscil of umbrag-
stars, the worlds, the suns, the moons, eous powers, recoiled and blenched
that meted and fulfilled the processes before my vehement declaration.
of time. “Bethink you, ” he warned with
Belthoris, my betrothed, had died minatory stemess, “this thing will
at the end of the previous autumn: constitute a breach of the sacred logic
and so, with double maledictions, I of time and a blasphemy against Afor-
cursed the stars and planets presiding gomon, god of the minutes and the
over that season. cycles. Moreover, there is little to be
I became aware that a shadow had gained: for not in its entirety may you
fallen beside my own on the altar, and bring back the season of your love,
knew that the dark sage and sorcerer but only one single hour, tom with
Atmox had obeyed my summons. infinite violence from its rightful peri-
Fearfully but not without hope I od in time. .Refrain, I adjure you,
. .
turned toward him, noting first of all and content yourself with a lesser
that he bore under his ai'm a heavy, sorcery.”
sinister-looking volume with covers of “Give me the book,” I demanded.
black steel and hasps of adamant. “My service to Aforgomon is forfeit.
Only when I had made sure of this did With reverence and devotion I have
1 lift my eyes to his face, which was worshipped the time-god, and have
little less somber and forbidding than done in his honor the rites ordained
the tome he carried. from eternity; and for all this the god
“Greeting, O Calaspa,” he said has betrayed me.”
harshly. “I have come against my own Then, in that high-climbing, luxur-
wUl and judgment. The lore that you iant garden beneath the four suns,
request is in this volume; and since Atmox opened the adamantine clasps
THE CHAIN OF AFORGOMON 51
of the steelbound volume; and, turn- stupendously from abysses beyond.
ing to a certain page, he laid the book The garden walls and trees wavered
reluctantly in my hands. like a wind-blown reflection in a pool;
The page, like its fellows, was of and I grew faint with the loss of that
some unholy parchment streaked with life-blood I had poured out in demon-
musty discolorations and blackening olatrous offering. Then, in my flesh
at the margin with sheer antiquity; and in my brain, I felt the intolerable
but upon it shone unquenchably the racking of a vibration like the long-
dread characters a primal archimage drawn shock of cities riven by earth-
had written with ink bright as the quake, and coasts crumbling before
new-shod ichor of demons. some chaotic sea; and my flesh was
Above this page I bent in my tom and harrowed, and my brain
madness, conning it over and over till shuddered with the toneless discords
I was dazzled by the fiery runes; and, sweeping through me from deep to
shutting my eyes, I saw them burn on deep.
a red darkness, still legible, and writh- I faltered, and confusion gnawed at
ing like hellish worms. my inmost being. Dimly I heard the
Hollowly, like the sound of a far prompting of Atmox, and dimmer still
bell, I heard the voice of Atm ox: was the sound of my own voice that
“You have learned, O Calaspa, the made answer to Xexanoth, naming the
unutterable name of that One whose impious necromancy which was to be
assistance can alone restore the fled effected only through its power.
hours. And you have leeimed the Madly I implored from Xexanoth,
incantation that will rouse that hidden in despite of time and its ordered
power, and the sacrifice needed for its seasons, one hour of that bygone
propitiation. Knowing these things, is autumn which I had shared with
your heart still strong and your pur- Belthoris; and imploring this, I named
pose firm?” no special hour: for aU, in memory,
The name I had read was that of had seemed of an equal joy and
the chief cosmic power antagonistic to gladness.
Aforgomon; the incantation and the As the words ceased upon my lips,
required offering were those of a foul I thought that darkness fluttered in
demonolatry. Nevertheless, I did not the air like a great wing; and the four
hesitate, but gave resolute and affirm- suns went out, and my heart was
ative answer to the somber query of stilled as if in death.
Atmox. Then the light returned, falling
obliquely from suns mellow with full-
PERCEIVING that I was inflexible, he tided autumn; and nowhere beside me
bowed his head, trying no more to was there any shadow of Atmox; and
dissuade me. Then, as the flame-runed the altar of zoned agate was bloodless
volume had bade me. do, I defiled the and undefiled.
altar of Aforgomon, blotting certain I, the lover of Belthoris, witting
of its prime symbols with dust and not of the doom and sorrow to come,
spittle. stood happily with my beloved before
While Atmox looked on in silence, the altar, and saw her young hands
I wounded my right arm to its deepest crown its ancient dial with the flowers
vein on the sharp-tipped gnomon of we had plucked from the garden.
the dial; and, letting the- blood drip Dreadful beyond aU fathoming are
from zone to zone, from orb to orb the mysteries of time. Even I, the
on the gi’aven agate, I made unlawful priest and initiate, though wise in the
sacrifice, and intoned aloud, in the secret doctrines of Aforgomon, know
name of the Lurking Chaos, Xexan- little enough of that elusive, inelec-
oth, an abominable ritual composed table process whereby the present
of a backward repetition and jumbling becomes the past and the future re-
of litanies sacred to the time-god. solves itself into the present.
Even as I chanted the incantation, All men have pondered the riddles
it seemed that webs of shadow were of duration and transience; have won-
woven foully athwart the suns; and dered, vainly, to what bourn the lost
the ground shook a little, as if colossal days and the sped cycles are con-
demons trod the world’s rim, striding signed. Some have dreamt that the
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past abides unchanged, becoming eter- and white with scrolled purple lips;
nity as it slips from our mortal ken; and these I twined, between kisses and
and others have deemed that time is a laughter, in the black maze of Bel-
stairway whose steps crumble one by another shrine
thoris’ hair; saying that
one behind the climber, falling into a than that of time should receive its
gulf of nothing. due offering.
Howsoever this may be, I know Tenderly, with a lover’s delay, I
that she who stood beside me was the lingered over the wreathing; and, ere I
Belthoris on whom no shadow of had finished, there fluttered to the
mortality had yet descended. The ground beside us a great, crimson-
hour was one new-born in a golden spotted moth whose wing had some-
season; and the minutes to come were how been broken in its airy voyaging
pregnant with all wonder and surprise through the garden.
belonging to the untried future. Belthoris, ever tender of heart and
Taller was my beloved than the pitiful, turned from me and took up
frail,unbowed lilies of the garden. In the moth in her hands; and some of
her eyes was the sapphire of moonless the bright blossoms dropped from her
evenings sown with small golden stars. hair unheeded. Tears welled from her
Her lips were strangely curved, but deep blue eyes; and seeing that the
only blitheness and joy had gone to moth was sorely hurt and would never
their shaping. fly again, she refused to be comforted;
She and I had been betrothed from and no longer would she respond to
our childhood, and the time of the my passionate wooing.
marriage-rites was now approaching. I, who giieved less for the moth
Our intercourse was wholly free, ac- than she, was somewhat vexed; and
cording to the custom of that world. between her sadness and my vexation,
Often she came to walk with me in there grew between us some tiny,
my garden and to decorate the altar of temporary rift. . . .
that god whose revolving moons and Then, ere love had mended the
suns would soon bring the season of misunderstanding; then, while w-^e
our felicity. stood before the dread edtar of time
The moths that flew about us, with sundered hands, with eyes avert-
winged with aerial cloth-of-gold, were ed from each other, it seemed that a
no lighter than our hearts. Making shroud of darkness descended upon
blithe holiday, we fanned our frolic the garden.
mood to a high flame of rapture. We I heard the crash and crumbling of
were akin to the full-hued, climbing shattered worlds, and a black flowing
flowers, the swift-dai'ting insects, and of ruinous things that went past me
our spirits blended and soared with through the darkness. The dead leaves
the perfumes that were drawn sky- of winter were blown about me, and
ward in the warm air. there was a falling of tears or rain. . . .
Unheard by us was the loud mur- Then the vernal suns came back,
muring of the mighty city of Kalood high-stationed in cruel splendor; and
lying l^eyond my garden walls; for us with them came the knowledge of all
the many -peopled planet known as that had been, of Belthoris’ death and
Hestan no longer existed; and we my sorrow, and the madness that had
dwelt alone in a universe of light. led to forbidden sorcery. Vain now,
Exalted by love in the high har- like all other hours, was the resum-
mony of those moments, we seemed moned hour; and doubly irredeemable
to touch eternity; and even I, the was my loss.
Aforgomon, forgot the blos-
priest of My blood dripped heavily on the
som-fretting days, the system- dishallowed altar, my faintness grew
devouring cycles. deathly, and I saw through a murky
In the sublime folly of passion, I mist the face of Atmox beside me;
swore that not death or discord could and the face was like that of some
ever mar the perfect communion of comminatory demon. . . .
“Upon the body of that latter life though never for a sin such as mine.
shallbe found the charred imprint of After the chaining of the victim, he
the chains, as the final token of thy was left for a stated interim, to
bondage. But they that knew thee will ponder his crime—and haply to con-
soon forget, and thou shalt belong front the dark divinity of Aforgomon.
whoUy to the cycles limited for thee At length, from the abyss into
by thy sin.” which his position forced him to peer,
a light would dawn, and a bolt of
MARCH 25TH. I write this date with strange flame would leap upward,
infinite desperation, trying to con- striking the many-coiled chain about
vince myself that there is a John him and heating it instantly to the
MU warp who exists on Earth, in the whiteness of candescent iron.
Twentieth Century. For two days Even thus they have left me, and
running, I have not taken the drug have gone away. Long since the bur-
souvara: and yet I have returned twice den of the massy links, cutting deeper
to Aforgomon’s temple, in which the and deeper into my flesh, has become
priest C^aspa awaits his doom. an agony. I am dizzy from gazing
Twice I have been immersed in its downward into the abyss—and yet I
stagnant darkness, hearing the slow cannot fall. Beneath, immeasurably
drip of water beside me, like a clepsy- beneath, at recurrent intervals, I hear
dra that tells the black ages of the a hollow and solemn sound.
damned. Eons have passed by and all the
Even as I write this at my library worlds have ebbed into nothingness,
table, it seems that an ancient mid- like wreckage borne on a chasm-falling
night plucks at the lamp. The book- stream, taking with them the lost face
cases turn to walls of oozing, nighted of Belthoris. I am poised above the
stone. There is no longer a table. .nor . gaping maw of the Shadow. . . .
an artistic pride in the smooth, ele- horrified him,—not for the sin of
gant, and finished conduct of his taking human life, but because it was
work. Hence a blunder on his part unnecessary, dangerous, subversive of
invariably filled him with grief and the principles of skilled burglary, and
humiliation; and it was the steadily monstrously inartistic.
increasing recurrence of these errors A similar mishap had occurred in
that finjdly impelled him to make a the case of Miss Jellison, a wealthy
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spinster,merely because she was in applied for a situation at a saw-mill a
the act of wafang, which meant an hundred miles away. His appearance
ensuing scream. In this case, as in the was exceedingly distressing. Either a
other, he was unspeakably shocked to grievous bodily illness or fearful men-
discover that the fatal choking had tal anguish had made his face wan and
been done by the left hand, with haggard and filled his eyes with the
sprawled and awkward fingers, and light of a hard desperation that gave
with a savage ferocity entirely un- promise of dire results. There were no
called for by his peril. marks of a vagabond on his clothing
In setting himself to analyze these or in his manner. He did not seem to
incongruous and revolting tilings he be suffering for physical necessities.
dragged forth from his memory num- He held his head aJoft and walked like
erous other acts, unlike those two in a man, and an understanding glance
detail, but similar to them in spirit. would have seen that his look of
Thus, in a fit of passionate anger at determination meant something pro-
the whimpering of an infant, he had founder and more far-reaching than
flung it brutdly against the wall. the ordinary business concerns of life.
Another time he was nearly discov- He gave the name of Hope. His
ered through the needless torturing of manner was so engaging, yet withal so
a cat, whose cries set pursuers at his firm and abstracted, that he secured a
heels. These and other insane, inartis- position without difficulty; and so
tic, and ferocious acts he arrayed for faithfully did he work, and so quick
serious analysis. was his intelligence, that in good time
Finally the realization burst upon his request to be given the manage-
him that all his aberrations of conduct ment of a saw was granted. It mi^t
had proceeded from his left hand and have been noticed that his face there-
arm. Search his recollection ever so upon wore a deeper and more haggard
diligently, he could not recall a single look, but that its rigors were softened
instance wherein his right hand had by a light of happy expectancy. As he
failed to proceed on perfectly fine, no rriendship)s among the
cultivated
sure, and j^istic lines. When he made men, he had no confidants; he went
this discovery he realized that he had his dark way alone to the end.
brought himself face to face with a He seemed to take more than the
terrifying mystery; and its horrors pleasure of an efficient workman in
were increased when he reflected that observing the products of his skill. He
while his left hand had committed would stealthily hug the big brown
acts of stupid atrocity in the pursuit logs as they approached the saw, and
of his burglarious enterprises, on his eyes would blaze when the great
many occasions when he was not so tool went singing and roaring at its
engaged it had acted with a less work. The foreman, mistaking this
harmful but none the less coarse, eagerness for carelessness, quietly
irrational, and inartistic purpose. cautioned him to beware; but when
It was not difficult for such a man the next log was mounted for the saw
to arrive at strange conclusions. The the stranger appeared to slip and fall.
explanation that promptly suggested He clasped the moving log in his arms,
itself, and that his coolest and shrewd- and the next moment the insatiable
est wisdom could not shake, was that teeth had severed his left arm near the
his left arm was under the dominion shoulder, and the stranger sank with a
of a perverse and malicious spirit, that groan into the soft sawdust that filled
it was an entity apart from his own the pit.
spirit, and that it had fastened itself There was the usual commotion
upon that part of his body to produce attending such accidents, for the faces
his ruin. It were useless, however of the workmen turn white when they
inviting, to speculate upon the order see one of their number thus maimed
of mind capable of arriving at such a for life. But Hope received good sur-
conclusion; it is more to the point to and in due time was able to
gical care,
narrate the terrible happenings to be abroad. Then the men observed
which it gave rise. that a remarkable change had come
About a month after the burglar’s over him. His moroseness had disap-
mental struggle a strange-looking man peared, and in its stead was a hear^
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cheer of manner that amazed them. the matter, and this sharpened his zeal
Was the losing of a precious arm a to find it. He plied his client with all
thing to make a wretched man happy? manner of questions, and tried in all
Hope was given light work in the ways to secure his confidence: Ross
office, and might have remained to remained sullen, morose, and wholly
the end of his days a competent and given over to despairing resignation.
prosperous man; but one day he left, The young lawyer had made a won-
and was never seen thereabout again. derful discovery, which he at first felt
Then Anthony Ross, the burglar, confident would cleeir the prisoner,
reappeared upon the scenes of his but any mention of it to Ross would
former exploits. The police were dis- only throw him into a violent passion
mayed to note the arrival of a man and cause him to tremble as with a
whom all their skill had been unable palsy. His conduct on such occasions
to convict of terrible crimes which was terrible beyond measure. He
they were certain he had committed, seemed utterly beside himself, and
and they questioned him about the thus his attorney had become
loss of his arm; but he laughed them convinced of the man’s insanity. The
away with the fine old sang-froid with trouble in proving it was that he dared
which they were familiar, and soon his not mention his discovery to others,
handiwork appeared in reports of dar- and that Ross exhibited no signs of
ing burglaries. mania unless that one subject was
A
watch of extraordina^ care and broached.
minuteness was set upon him, but that The prosecution made out a case
availed nothing until a singular thing that looked impregnable, and this fact
occurred to baffle the officers beyond seemed to fill the prisoner with peace.
measure: Ross had suddenly become The young lawyer for the defence had
wldly reckless and walked red-handed summoned a number of witnesses, but
into the mouth of the law. By in the end he used only one. His
evidence that seemed indisputable a opening statement to the jury was
burglary and atrocious murder were merely that it was a physical impos-
traced to him. Stranger than all else, sibility for the prisoner to have
he made no effort to escape, though committed the murder,—which was
leaving a hanging trail behind him. done by choking. Ross made a frantic
MTien the officers overhauled him, attempt to stop him from putting
they found him in a state of utter forth that defence, and from the dock
rlejection, wholly different from the wildly denounced it as a lie.
lighthearted bearing that had charac- The young lawyer nevertheless pro-
t rized him ever since he had returned ceeded with what he deemed his duty
1 ithout his left arm. Neither admit- to his unwilling client. He called a
ting nor denying his guilt, he bore photographer and had him produce a
himself with the hopelessness of a large picture of the murdered man’s
man already condemned to the gal- face and neck. He proved that the
1 -rws. protrait was that of the person whom
Even when he was brought before a Ross was charged wth having killed.
j and placed on trial, he made no
iry As he approached the climax of the
1 Although possessed
?ht for his life. scene, Ross became entirely ungovern-
<if abundant means, he refused to able in his frantic efforts to stop the
employ an attorney, and treated with introduction of the evidence, and so it
scant courtesy the one assigned him became necessary to bind and gag him
by the judge. He betrayed irritation at and strap him to the chair.
the slow dragging of the case as the When quiet was restored, the
prosecution piled up its evidence lawyer handed the photograph to the
against him. His whole manner in- jury and quietly remarked:
dicated that he wished the trial to end “You may see for yourselves that
as soon as possible and hoped for a the choking was done with the left
verdict of guilty. hand, and you have observed that my
This incomprehensible behavior client has no such member.”
placed the young and ambitious at- He was unmistakably right. The
torney on his mettle. He realized that imprint of the thumb and fingers,
some inexplicable mystery lay behind forced into the flesh in a singularly
THE HAUNTED BURGLAR 59
ferocious, sprawling, and awkward mistake. It was always the left one. A
manner, was shown in the photograph spirit of mischief and murder was in
with absolute clearness. The prose- it. I cut it off in a saw-mill, but the
cution, taken wholly by surprise, blus- spirit stayed where the arm used to
tered and made attempts to assail the be, and it choked this man to death. I
evidence, but without success. The didn’t want you to acquit me. I
jury returned a verdict of not guilty. wanted you to hang me. I can’t go
Meanwhile the prisoner h^ through life having this thing haunting
fainted, and his gag and bonds had me and spoiling my business and
been removed; but he recovered at the making a murderer of me. It tries to
moment when the verdict was an- choke me while I sleep. There it is!
nounced. He staggered to his feet, and Can’t you see it?” And he looked with
his eyes rolled; then with a thick wide-staring eyes at his left side.
tongue he exclaimed: “Mr. Sheriff,” gravely said the
“It was the left arm that did it! judge, “take this man before the
This one”—holding his right arm as Commissioners of Lunacy to-
high as he could reach—“never made a , morrow.”
He told me then that he had come I have them yet, and know quite well
With flaming plumes and viar, Their uselessness to me;
And cloths of saffron and of gold And yet the man from Genoa—
And vests of camel’s hair. His eyes were like the sea.
And he had beads from Carthage, I saw him go upon the quay
And silks from windy Tyres, And whistle through his hands;
And tiny chests of spikenard I saw swing to port
his galley
Preserved from Ilium’s fires. Above the yellow sands.
And once in gracious Babylon The ship that veered before the wind
Where virtue is not known Had green and silver sails.
He bought a nrl from distant Ind And turbaned prophets paced the poop.
For bits of coloured stone. And Nubians thronged the rails.
The man who came from Genoa He jumped aboard and waved his hand.
Had sorrow in his eyes; And danced upon the deck.
And yet he turned and smiled at me, And then I saw him take command
And made a stout surmise: And clear the harbour wreck.
“The Lords of War have laughed at me He passed a town with marble streets
And will not take my
bests, And spires of malachite
They are too small and fibreless Where centaurs worshipped headless gods
To span their thunderous chests. Whose limbs were zoned with light.
My silks, they say, are water logged I saw him sail into the East—
My spears and helmets worn; And now in far Cathay
And yet I came from Genoa, I man from Genoa
seek the
Around the southern horn.” Who bore my gold away.
AMONG THE SHORT STORIES regcif'dw as Supreme classics in the weird field, ;'
The Upper Berth by Francis Marion Crawford ranks among the top half-dozen in
frequency of reprinting. It has become a "standard" in anthologies of the
supernatural and in collections of great short stories, being reprinted so widely and
so frequently that it is doubtful if a complete bibliography of its appearances would
be possible.
Though seen less frequently. The Screaming Skull by the same author is also
well-known to lovers of the supernatural and horror, having been included in
anthologies and as one part in a series for television.
F. Marion Crawford, was born of American parents in Italy, and spent most of
his life abroad, though he was a frequent contributor to American publications. His
father, Thomas Crawford, was a sculptor of some renown. He was the nephew of
the noted writer and woman suffragette Julia Ward Howe.
During the last two decades of the nineteenth century Marion Crawford ranked
among the leading and most popular novelists. Among his successes in this literary
form were Mr. Isaacs (1882), a novel of India; Dr. Cladius (1883); and Via Crucis
(1898). The year of his death 1909, saw the publication of his very popular The
White Sister.
Though his forty-five novels possessed authenticity of background and were
fast-paced, none of them have retained the standing of his best ghost stories, with
the possible exception of The Witch of Prague (1891), wherein through hypnotism,
a man is made to endure the mental and physical horrors of a young Jew killed for
converting to Christianity.
"Few writers have equaled F. Marion Crawford in the modern ghost story,"
states Dorothy Scarborough in her outstanding critical work The Supernatural in
Modern English Fiction. "His tales have a curdling intensity, a racking horror that
set them far above the ordinary supernatural fiction."
The Dead Smile is no exception to that appraisal. It initially appeared in the
August, 1899, issue of Street and Smith's AINSLEE'S magazine, a number doubly
noteworthy for the inclusion of The Harbour Master, one of Robert W. Chambers'
most extraordinary tales.
With its haunting style and grotesque imagery. The Dead Smile clutches at the
reader's heart from the very first, and it is evidence of Crawford's genius that the
mood is sustained with every word throughout the story's progress. It is a masterful
tale, certain to horrify.
SIR HUGH OCKRAM smiled as he sat sight, and peered from crevices under
by the open wint^w of his study, in the slanting, wrinkled lids, alive and
the late August afternoon; and just watchful like two toads in their holes,
then a curiously yellow cloud ob- side by side and exactly alike.
scured the low sun, and the clear Nurse Macdonald said once that
summer light turned lurid, as if it had when Sir Hugh smiled he saw the faces
been suddenly poisoned and polluted of two women in hell—two dead
by the foul vapors of a plague. women he had betrayed. Nurse Mac-
Sir Hugh’s face seemed, at best, to donald was a hundred years old.
be made of fine parchment drawn Sir Hugh’s smile widened, stretch-
(^in-tight over a wooden mask, in ing the p^e lips across the discolored
which two eyes were sunk out of teeth in an expression of profound
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self-satisfaction,blended with the seal of damnation upon her pure
most unfoi^ving hatred and con- young face.
tempt. The hideous disease of which “Of course,” said Sir Hugh very
he was dying had touched his brain. slowly, and still looking out at the
His son stood beside him, tall, trees, “if you have made up your
white and delicate as an angel in a mind to be married, I can not hinder
primitive picture; and though there you, and I don’t suppose you attach
was deep distress in his violet eyes, as the smallest importance to my con-
he looked at his father’s face, he felt sent—”
the shadow of that sickening smile “Father!” exclaimed Gabriel, re-
stealing across his own lips and parting proachfully.
them and drawing them against his “No, do not deceive myself,”
I
will. It was like a bad dream, for he continued the old man, smiling ter-
tried not to smile, and smiled the ribly. “You will marry when I am
more. dead, though there is a very good
Beside him, strangely like him in reason why you had better not—why
her wan, angelic beauty, with the you had better not,” he repeated very
same shadowy golden hair, the same emphatically, and he slowly turned his
sad violet eyes, the same luminously toad eyes upon the lovers.
pale Evelyn Warburton rested
face, “What reason?” asked Evelyn in a
one hand upon his arm. As she looked frightened voice.
into her uncle’s eyes, and could not “Never mind the reason, dear. my
turn her own away, she knew that the You will marry just as if it did not
deathly smile was hovering on her exist.” There was a long pause.
own red lips, drawing them tightly “Two gone,” he said, his voice
across her little teeth— and the smile lowering strangely, “and two more
was like the shadow of death and the will be four—all together—for ever and
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62 WEIRD TALES
ever, burning, burning, burning yi in their shrouds with no coffins, as
bright.” they vised to bury them.”
At the last words his head sank “As they always will—as they will
slowly back and the little glare of the bury my father, and me. They say an
toad eyes disappeared under the swol- Ockram will not lie in a coffin.”
len lids; and the lurid cloud passed “But it cannot be true—those are
from the westering sun, so that the fairy tales—ghost stories!” Evelyn
earth was green again, and the light nestled nearer to her companion, gras-
pure. Sir Hugh had fallen asleep, as he ping his hand more tightly, as the
often did in his last illness, even while sun began to go down.
speaking. “Of course. But there is the story
of old Sir Vernon, who was beheaded
GABRIEL OCKRA.M drew
Evelyn for treason under James the Second.
away, and from the study they went The family brought his body back
out into the dim hall, softly closing from the scaffold in an iron coffin
the door behind them. Each audibly with heavy locks, and they put it in
drew breath, as though some sudden the north vault. But ever afterwards,
danger had been passed. whenever the vault was opened to
They laid their hands each in the bury another of the family, they
other’s, and their strangely-like eyes found the coffin wide open and the
met in a long look, in which love and body standing upright E^ainst the
perfect understanding were darkened wall, the head rolled away in a comer,
by the secret terror of an unknown smiling at it.”
thing. Their pale faces reflected each “As Uncle Hugh smiles?” Evelyn
other’s fear. shivered.
‘Tt is his secret,” said Evelyn at “Yes, I suppose so,” answered Gab-
last; “He never tell us what it is.”
will riel, thoughtfully. “Of course I never
“If he dies with it,” answered saw it, and the vault has not been
Gabriel, “let it be on his head!” opened for thirty years—none of us
“On his head,” echoed tlie dim have died since then.”
hall. It was a strange echo, and some “And if—if Uncle Hugh dies—shall
were frightened by it, for they said you—” Evelyn stopped, and her beau-
that if it were a real echo, it should tiful thin face was quite white.
repeat everything, and not give just a “Yes. I shall see him laid there,
phrase here and there. Nurse Mac- too—with his secret, whatever it is.”
donald said that the great hall would Gabriel sighed and pressed the girl’s
never echo a prayer when an Ockram little hand.
was to die, though it would give back “I do not like to think of it,” she
curses ten for one. said unsteadily. “Oh, Gabriel, what
“On his head!” it repeated, quite can the secret be? He said we had
softly, and Evelyn started and better not marry—not that he forbade
looked round. it—luit he said it so strangely, and he
“It is only the echo,” said Gabriel, smiled—ugh!” Her small white teeth
leading her away. chattered with fear, and she looked
They went out into the late after- over her shoulder while drawing still
noon light, and sat upon a stone seat closer to Gabriel. “And somehow, I
behind the chapel. It was very still, felt it in my own face—”
not a breath stirred, and there was no “So did answered Gabriel in a
I,”
sound near them. low, nervous voice. “Nurse Mac-
“It’s very lonely here,” said Ev- donald—” He stopped abruptly.
elyn, taking Gabriel’s hand nervously, “What? What did she say?”
and speaking as if she dreaded to “Oh nothing. She told me things—
disturb the silence. “If it were dark I they would frighten you, dear. Come,
should be afraid.” it is growing chilly.” He rose, but
“Of what? Of me?” Gabriel turned Evelyn held his hand in both of hers,
to her. still sitting and looking up into his
“Oh, no! How could I be afraid of face.
you? But of the old Ockrams-^;hey “But we shall be married, just the
say they are just under our feet here same—Gabriel! Say that we shall!”
in the north vault outside the chapel. “Of course, darling—of course. But
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while my father is so very ill, it is lay one upon the other on the edge of
impossible—” the blanket; the thumbs had grown
“Oh, Gabriel, Gabriel, dear! I wish longer than the fingers with age and
we were married now!” cried Evelyn the joints shone in the low lamplight
in sudden distress. “I know that some- like polished crabapples.
thing will prevent it and keep us It was nearly one o’clock in the
apart.” night, and the summer breeze was
“Nothing shall!” blowing the ivy branch against the
“Nothing?” panes of the window, with a hushing
“Nothing human,” said Gabriel caress. In the small room beyond,
Ockram, as she drew him down to her. with the door ajar, the girl maid who
And their faces, that were so took care of Nurse Macdonald was
strangely alike, met, and touched—and fast asleep. All was very quiet. The old
Gabriel knew that the kiss had a woman breathed regularly, and her
marvelous savor of evil, but on Ev- indrawn lips trembled each time as the
elyn’s lips it was like the cool breath breath went out, and her eyes were
of a sweet and mortal fear. Neither of shut.
them understood, for they were inno- Outside the closed window there
cent and young. was a face, and violet eyes were
“It is as if we loved in a strange looking steadily at the ancient sleeper,
dream,” she said. for it was like the face of Evelyn
“I fear the waking,” he murmured. Warburton. Yet the cheeks were thin-
“We shall not wake, dear—when ner than Evelyn’s, and as white as a
the dream is over it will have already gleam, and the eyes stared, and the
turned into death, so softly that we lips were not red with life; they were
shall not know it. But until then—” dead and painted with new blood.
She paused, and her eyes sought Slowly Nurse Macdonald’s Avrink-
his, and their faces slowly came near- led eyelids folded themselves back,
er. It was as if they had thoughts in and she looked straight at the face at
their red lips that foresaw and fore- the window to the count of ten.
knew the deep kiss of each other. “Is it time?” she asked, in her little
“Until then—” she said again, very old, far-away voice.
low, and her mouth was nearer to his. The face at the Avindow changed;
“Dream—till then,” murmured his the eyes opened Avider and Avider till
breath. the white glared all round the bright
violet, and the bloody lips opened
II. over gleaming teeth, and stretched and
Avidened and stretched again, and the
NURSE MACDONALD was a hun- shadowy golden hair rose and
dred years old. She slept sitting all streamed against the Avindow in the
bent together in a great old leathern night breeze. And in answer to Nurse
arm-chair with wings, her feet in a bag Macdonald’s question came the sound
foot-stool lined with sheepskin, and that freezes the living flesh.
many warm blankets wrapped about The low-moaning voice that rises
her, even in summer. suddenly, like the scream of storm,
Her face was very wrinkled, but the from a moan to a wail, from a wail to
wrinkles were so small and fine and a howl, from a howl to the fear-shriek
near together that they made shadows of the tortured dead—he who has
instead of lines. Two thin locks of heard, knows, and can bear witness
hair, turning from white to a smoky that the cry of the Banshee is an evil
yellow again, were drawn over her cry to hear alone in the deep night.
temples from under her starched When it was over and the face was
white cap. gone. Nurse Macdonald shook a little
Now and then she woke and her in her great chair, and still she looked
eyelids were drawn up in tiny folds, at the black square of the window,
like little pink silk curtains, and her but there was nothing more there,
queer blue eyes looked straight before nothing but the night, and the whis-
her, through doors and walls and pering iA^ branch. She turned her
worlds to a far place beyond. head to the door that was ajar, and
Then she slept again, and her hands there stood the maid, in her white
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gown, her teeth chattering with fright. “Do not torment him,” said Nurse
“It time, child,” said Nurse
is Macdonald to the woman who held
Macdonald. “I must go to him, for it the cup, “Let me speak to him, for his
is the end.” hour is come.”
She rose slowly, leaning her with- “Let her speak to him,” said Gab-
ered hands upon the arms of the chair, riel, in a dull voice.
and the girl brought her a woolen So ancient woman leaned to the
tlie
gown and a great mantle, and her pillow and laid the feather weight of
crutch-stick, and made her ready. her withered hand upon Sir Hugh’s
Often the girl looked at the win- yellow fingers, and she spoke to him
dow and was unjointed with fear, and earnestly, while only Gabriel and Ev-
often Nurse Macdonald shook her elyn were left in the room to hear.
head and said words which the maid “Hugh Ockram,” she said, “this is
could not understand. the end of your life, and as I saw you
“It was like the face of Miss Ev- bom, and saw your father bom before
elyn,” said the girl at last, trembling. you, I am come to see you die. Hugh
But the ancient woman looked up Ockram, will you tell me the truth?”
sharply and angrily, and her oueer The dying man recognized the little
blue eyes glared. She held herself by faraway voice he had known all his
the arm of the great chair with her left life, and he very slowly turned his
hand, and lifted up her crutch -stick to yellow face to Nurse Macdonald; but
strike the maid with all her might. But he said nothing. Then she spoke again.
she did not. “Hugh Oclaam, you will never see
“You are a good girl,” she said, the daylight again. Will you tell the
“but you are a fool. Pray for wit, truth?”
child, pray for wit-^r else find service His toad-like eyes were not yet
in another house than Ockram Hall. dull. They fastened themselves on her
Bring the lamp and help me under my face.
left arm.” “What do you want of me?” he
The clacked on the
crutch-stick asked and each word stmck hollow
wooden floor, and the low heels of upon the last. “I have no secrets. I
the old woman’s slippers clappered have lived a good life.”
after, in slow triplets, as Nurse Mac- Nurse Macdonald laughed—a tiny,
donald got toward the door. cracked laugh, that made her head
Each step she took was a labor in bob and tremble a little, as if her neck
itself, and by the clacking noise the were on a steel spring. But Sir Hugh’s
waking servants knew that she was eyes grew red, and his pale lips began
coming long before they saw her. to twist.
No one was sleeping now, and “Let me die in peace,” he said,
there were lights, and whisperings, and slowly.
pale faces in the corridors near Sir Nurse Macdonald shook her head,
Hugh’s bed-room, and now someone and her brown, moth-like hand left his
went and now someone came out,
in, and fluttered to his forehead.
but every one made way for Nurse “By the mother that bore you and
Macdonald, who had nursed Sir died of grief for the sins you did, tell
Hugh’s father more than eighty years me the truth!
ago. Sir Hugh’s lips tightened on his
The light was soft and clear in the discolored teeth.
room. There stood Gabriel Ockram by “Not on earth,” he answered, slow-
his father’s bedside, and there knelt ly-
Evelyn Warburton her hair l3dng like a “By the wife who bore your son
golden shadow down her shoulders, and died heart-broken, tell me the
and her hands clasped nervously to- tmth!”
gether. And
opposite Gabriel a nurse “Neither to you in life, nor to her
was trying to make Sir Hugh drink. in eternal death.”
But he would not, and though his lips His lips writhed, as if the words
were parted his teeth .were set. He was were coals between them, and a great
very, very thin and yellow now, and drop of sweat rolled across the parch-
his eyes caught the light sideways and ment of his forehead. Gabriel Ockram
were as yellow coals. bit his hand as he watched his father
THE DEAD SMILE 65
die. But Nurse Macdonald spoke a this girl Evelyn’s father? What was his
third time. name?
“By the woman whom you be- For the last time the dreadful smile
trayed, £ind who waits for you this came upon the twisted lips, very
night, Hugh Ockram, tell me the slowly, very surely, now. And the
truth!” toad eyes glared red, and the parch-
“It is too late. Let me die in ment face glowed a little in the
peace.” flickering light. For the last time
The writhing began to smile
lips words came.
across the set yellow teeth, and the “They know it in hell.”
toad eyes glow^ like evil jewels in his Then the glowing eyes went out
head. quickly, the yellow face turned waxen
“There time,” said the ancient
is pale and a great shiver ran through the
woman. “Tell me the name of Evelyn thin body as Hugh Ockram died.
Warburton’s father. Then I will let But in death he still smiled, for he
you die in peace.” knew his secret and kept it ^ill, on
Evelyn started back, kneeling as the other side, and he would take it
she was, and stared at Nurse Mac- with him, to lie with him forever in
donald, and then at her imcle. the north vault of the chapel where
“The name of Evelyn’s father?” he Ockrams lie uncoffined in their
repeated, slowly, while the awful shrouds—all but one.
smile spread upon his dying face. Though he was dead, he smiled, for
he had kept his treasure of evil tmth
NOW THE LIGHT was growing to the end, and there was none left to
strangely dim in the great room. As tell the name he had not spoken, but
Evelyn looked. Nurse Macdonald’s there was all the evil he had not
crooked shadow on the wall grew vmdone left to bear fruit.
gigantic. Sir Hugh’s breath came thick, As they watched—Nurse Mac-
rattling in his throat, as death crept in donald and Gabriel, who held Evelyn
like a snake and choked it back. still unconscious in his arms while he
Evelyn prayed aloud, high and clear. looked at the fatheir-they felt the
Then something rapped at the win- dead smile crawling along their own
dow, and she felt her hair rise upon lips—the ancient crone and the youth
her head in a cool breeze, as she with the angel’s face.
looked around, in spite of herself. Then they shivered a little, and
And when she saw her own white both looked at Evelyn as she lay with
face looking in at the window, and her her head on his shoulder, and though
own eyes staring at her through the she was very beautiful, the same sick-
glass, wide and fearful, and her own ening smile was twisting her young
hair streaming against the pane, and mouth, too; and it was like the fore-
her own lips da^ed with blood, she shadowing of a great evil which they
rose slowly from the floor, and stood could not understand.
rigid- for one moment, till she They carried Evelyn out and she
screamed once and fell straight back opened her eyes, and the smile was
into Gabriel’s arms. gone. From far away in the great
The shriek that answered hers was house the sound of weeping and
the fear-shriek of the tormented crooning came up the stairs and
corpse, out of which the soul cannot echoed along the dismal corridors, for
pass for shame of deadly sins, though the women had begun to mourn the
the devils fight in it with corruption, dead master, after the Irish fashion,
each for their due share. and the hall had echoes of its own all
Sir Hugh Ockram sat upright in his that night, like the far-off wail of the
deathbed, and saw and cried ^oud: Banshee among forest trees.
“Evelyn!” His harsh voice broke When the time was come they took
and rattled in his chest, as he sank Sir Hugh in his winding-sheet on a
down. But still Nurse Macdonald tor- trestle bier, and bore him to the
tured him, for there was a little life chapel and through the iron door and
left in him still. down the long descent to the north
“You have seen the mother, as she vault, with tapers, to lay him by his
waits for you, Hugh Ockram. Who was father. Two men went in first to
66 WEIRD TALES
prepare the place, and came back Their lives went on as before, since
staggering like dmnken men, and Sir Hugh had been a hopeless invalid
white, leaving their lights behind during the last year of his life, and
them. they had seen him but once a day for
But Gabriel Ockram was not afraid, the little while, spending most of their
for he knew. And he went in alone time together in a strangely perfect
and saw that the body of Sir Vernon companionship.
Ockram was leaning upright against Though the late summer saddened
the stone wall, and that its head lay into autumn, and autumn darkened
on the ground near by with the face into winter, and storm followed
turned up, and the dried leathern lips storm, and rain poured on rain
smiled horribly at the dried-up corpse, through the short days and the long
while the iron coffin, lined with black nights, yet Ockram Hall seemed less
velvet, stood open on the floor. gloomy since Sir Hugh had been laid
Then Gabriel took the thing in his in the north vault beside his father.
hands for it was very light, being quite At Christmastide Evelyn decked
dried by the air of the vault, and those the great hall with holly and green
who peeped in from the door saw him boughs, and huge fires blazed on every
lay it in the coffin again, and it rustled hearth. Then the tenants were aU
a little, like a bundle of reeds and bidden to a New Year’s dinner, and
sounded hollow as it touched the sides they ate and drank well, while Sir
and the bottom. He placed the head Gabriel sat at the head of the table.
upon the shoulders, and shut down Evelyn came in when the port wine
the lid, which fell to, with a rusty was brought, and the most respected
spring that snapped. of the tenants made a speech to
After that they laid Sir Hugh be- propose her health.
side his father, with the trestle bier on “It is long,” he said, “since there
which they had brought him; and they has been a Lady Ockram.” Sir Gabriel
went back to the chapel. shaded his eyes with his hand and
But when they saw one another’s looked down at the table, but a faint
faces, master and men, they were all color came into Evelyn’s transparent
smiling, with the dead smile of the cheeks.
corpse they had left in the vault, so “But,” said the gray-haired farmer,
that they could not bear to look at “it is longer stiU since there has been a
one anotoer until it had faded away. Lady Ockram so fair as the next is
to be,” and he gave the health of
III. Evelyn Warburton.
The tenants all stood up and shout-
GABRIEL OCKRAM became Sir Gab- ed for her, and Sir Gabriel stood up
riel,inheriting the baronetcy with the likewise, beside Evelyn. And when the
half-ruined fortune left by his father, men gave the last and loudest cheer of
and stiU Evelyn Warburton lived at all there was a voice not theirs, above
Ockram Hall, in the south room that them all, higher, fiercer, louder—
had been hers ever since she could scream not earthly, shrieking for the
remember anything. She could not go Bride of Ockram Hall. And the holly
away, ever, for there were no rela- and the green boughs over the great
tives to whom she could have gone, chimney piece shook and slowly
and besides, there seemed to be no waved as if a cool breeze were blowing
reason why she should not stay. over them.
The world would never trouble The men turned very pale, and
itself to care what the Ockrams did on many of them set down their glasses,
their Irish estates, and it was long but others let them fall upon the
since the Ockrams had asked anything floor, for fear. And looking into one
of the world. another’s faces, they were all smiling
Sir Gabriel took his father’s place strangely, a dead smile, like dead Sir
at the dark old table in the dining- Hugh’s.
room, and Evelyn sat opposite to him, One cried out words in Irish, and
until such time as their mourning the fear of death was suddenly upon
should be over, and they might be them all, so that they fled in panic,
married at lart. falling over one another like wild
THE DEAD, SMILE 67
beasts in the burning forest, when the dreams to see that terrible thing again,
thick smoke runs along before the and to find out whether it had
flame. Tables were overset, and drink- changed since it had lain there.
ing glasses and bottles were broken in “I am going mad,” said Sir Gabriel,
heaps, and the dark red wine crawled covering his eyes with his hand as he
like blood upon the polished floor. went with her. “I see it in my sleep, I
Sir Gabriel and Evelyn stood alone see it when I am awake—it draws me
at the head of the table before the to it, day and night—and unless I see it
wreck of the feast, not daring to turn I shall die!”
and see each other for each knew that “I know,” answered Evelyn, “I
the other smiled. But his right arm
. know. It is as if threads were spun
held her and his left hand clasped her from it, like a spider’s, drawing us
right as they stered before them. But down to it.”
for the shadows of her hair one might She was silent for a moment, and
not have told their two faces apeirt. then she started violently £md grasped
They listened long, but the c^ his arm with a man’s strength, and
came not again, and the dead smile almost screamed the words she spoke.
faded from their lips, while each “But we must not go there!” she
remembered that Sir Hugh Ockram said. “We must not go!”
lay in the north vault, smiling in his Sir Gabriel’s eyes were half shut
winding-sheet, in the dark, because he and he was not moved by the agony
had died with his secret. of her face.
So ended the tenants’ New Year’s “I shall die, unless I see it again,”
dinner. he said, in a quiet voice not like his
From that time on Sir Gabriel grew own. And all that day and that even-
more and more silent, and his face ing he scarcely spoke, thinking of it,
grew even paler and thinner than always thinking.
before. Evelyn Warburton went alone, on a
Often, without warning and with- gray winter’s morning, to Nurse Mac-
out words, he would rise from his donald’s room in the tower, and sat
seat, as if something moved him down beside the great leathern easy
against his will. He would go out into chair, laying her thin white hand upon
the rain, or the sunshine to the north the withered fingers.
side of the chapel, and sit on the stone “Nurse,” she said, “what was it
bench, staring at the ground as if he that Uncle Hugh should have told
could see through it, and through the you, that night before he died? It
vault below, and through the white must have been an awful secret—and
winding-sheet in the dark, to the dead yet, though you asked him, I feel
smile that would not die. somehow that you know it, and that
Always when he went out in that you know why he used to smile so
way Evelyn came out presently and dreadfully.”
sat beside him. Once, too, as in the The old woman’s head moved slow-
summer, their beautiful faces came ly from side to side.
suddenly near, and their lids drooped, “I only guess—I shall never know,”
and their red lips were almost joined she answered slowly in her cracked
together. little voice.
But as their eyes met, they grew “But what do you guess? Who am
wide and wild, and their teeth chat- I? Why did you ask who my father
tered, and their hands were like hands was? You know I am Colonel War bur-
of corpses for the terror of what was ton’s daughter, and my mother was
under their feet, and of what they Lady Ockram ’s sister, so that Gabriel
knew but could not see. and I are cousins. My father was killed
Once, also, Evelyn found Sir Gab- in Afghanistan. What secret can there
riel in the chapel alone, standing be?”
before the iron door that led down to do not know. I can only guess.”
“I
the place of death, and in his hand “Guess what?” asked Evelyn im-
there was the key to the door; but he ploringly, and pressing the soft with-
had not put it into the lock. ered hands, as she leaned forward. But
Evelyn drew him away, shivering, Nurse Macdonald’s wrinkled lids
for she had also been driven in waking dropped suddenly over her queer blue
a
68 WEIRD TALES
eyes, and her lips shook a little with “If you love, you can die to-
her breath, as if she were asleep. gether,” she said, very slowly. “Why
Evelyn waited. By the fire the Irish should you live, if it is true? I am a
maid was knitting fast, and the need- hundred years old. What has life given
les clicked like three or four clocks me? The beginning is fire; the end is a
ticking against each other. heap of ashes; and between the end
The real clock on the wall solemnly and the beginning lies all the pain of
ticked alone, checking off the seconds the world. Let me sleep, since I
of the woman who was a hundred cannot die.”
years old, and had not many days left. Then the old woman’s eyes closed
Outside, the ivy branch beat the win- again, and her head sank a little lower
dow in the wintry wind, as it had upon her breast.
beaten against the glass a hundred So Evelyn went away and left her
years ago. asleep, with the cat asleep on the bag
Then as Evelyn sat there she felt footstool; and the young girl tried to
the waking of a horrible desire— forget Nurse Macdonald’s words, but
sickening wish to go down to the she could not, for she heard them over
thing in the north vault, and to open and over again in the wind, and
the winding sheet, and see whether it behind her on the stairs.
had changed, and she held Nurse And as she grew sick with fear of
Macdonald’s hands as if to keep her- the frightful unknown evil to which
self in her place and fight against the her soul was bound, she felt a bodily
appalling attraction of the evil dead. something pressing her, and pushing
The old woman had opened her her, and forcing her on, and from the
eyes again, and she touched her cat other side she felt the threads that
with die end of her crutch-stick, drew her mysteriously; and when she
whereupon its back went down and its shut her eyes, she saw in the chapel,
tail shrunk, and it sidled back to its behind the altar, the low iron door
place on the bag footstool. But its through which she must pass to go to
yellow eyes looked up sideways at the thing.
Evelyn, between the slits of its lids. Even as she lay awake at night, she
“What is it that you guess, nurse?” drew the sheet over her face, lest she
asked the young girl again. should see shadows on the wall beck-
“A bad thing—a wicked thing. But oning to her; and the sound of her
I dare not tell you, lest it might not be own warm breath made whisperings in
true, and the very thought should her ears, while she held the mattress
blast your life. For if I guess right, he with her hands, to keep from getting
meant that you should not know, and up and going to the chapel.
that you two should marry, and pay It would have been easier if there
for his old sin with your souls.” had not been a way thither through
“He used to tell us that we ought the library, by a door which was never
not to marry—” locked. It would be fearfully easy to
“Yes—he told you that, perhaps— take her candle and go softly through
but it was as if a man put poisoned the sleeping house. And the key of the
meat before a starving beast, and said, vault lay under the altar behind a
‘do not eat,* but never raised his hand stone that turned. She knew the little
to take the meat away. secret. She could go alone and see.
“And if he told you that you should But when she thought of it, she felt
not marry, -it was because he hoped her hair rise on her head, and first she
you would; for of all men living or shivered so that the bed shook, and
dead, Hugh Ockram was the falsest then the horror went through her in a
man that ever told a cowardly lie, and cold thrill that was agony again, like
the cruelest that ever hurt a woman, myriads of icy needles, boring into her
the worst that ever loved sin.” nerves.
“But Gabriel and I love each
other,” said Evelyn very sadly. IV.
Nurse Macdonald’s old eyes looked
far away, at sights seen long ago, and THE OLD CLOCK in Nurse Mac-
that rose in the gray winter air amid donald’s tower struck midnight.
the mists of an ancient youth. Downstairs Sir Gabriel sat straight
THE DEAD SMILE 69
up clock struck, for he had
as the but the flaring flame of the candle
drejimed a fearful dream of horror, standing away from him over the
and his heart stood still, till he awoke guttering wax, while the cold wind
at its stopping, and it beat again blew over his shoulder and through his
furiously with his breath, like a wild haiir.
thing set free. On he passed through the open
He pressed his hands to his temples door into the library, dark with old
as he sat up in bed, and his hands were books and carved bookcases; on
icy cold, but his head was hot. The through the door in the shelves, with
dream faded far, and in its place there painted shelves on it, and the imitated
came the thought that racked his life; backs of books, so that one needed to
with the thought also came tl\e sick know where to find it—and it shut
twisting of his lips in the dark that itself after him with a soft click. He
would have been a smile. entered the low arched passage, and,
though the door was shut behind him
AND FAR OFF, Evelyn Warburton and fitted tightly in its frame, still the
dreamed that the dead smile was on cold breeze blew the flame forward as
her mouth, and awoke, starting with a he walked.
little moan, her face in her hands, And he was not afraid; but his face
shivering. was very pale, and his eyes were wide
But Sir Gabriel struck a light and and bright, looking before him, seeing
got up and began to walk up and already in the dark air the picture of
down his great room. It was midnight, the thing beyond. But in the chapel he
and he had barely slept half an hour, stood still, his hand on the little
and in the north of Ireland the winter turning stone tablet in the back of the
nights are long. stone altar.
“I shall go mad,” he said to him- On the tablet were engraved words:
self, holding his forehead. He knew “Clavis sepulchri Clarissimorum Dorn-
that it was true. For weeks and inorum De Ocferam”—“the key to the
months the possession of the thing vault of the most illustrious Lords of
had grown upon him like a disease, till Ockram.”
he could think of nothing without Sir Gabriel paused and listened. He
thinking of that.
first fancied that he heard a sound far off
And now, aU at once, it outgrew in the great house where all had been
his strength. so still, but it did not come again. Yet
He took the candlestick in his he waited, at the last, and looked at
hand, the old fashioned heavy candle- the low iron door. Beyond it, down
stick that had always been used by the the long descent, lay his father, un-
head of the house. He did not think of coffined, six months dead, corrupt,
dressing, but went as he was in his silk terrible in the enveloping, clinging
night clothes and his slippers, and he shroud.
opened the door. The strangely preserving air of the
Everything was very still in the vault could not yet have done its work
great old house. He shut the door completely. But on the thing’s ghastly
behind him and walked noiselessly on features, with their half dried, open
the carpet through the long corridor. eyes, there would stUl be the frightful
A cool breeze blew over his shoulder, smUe with which the man had died—
and blew the flame of his candle the smile that haunted—
straight out from him. As the thought crossed Sir Gab-
Instinctively he stopped and riel’s mind, he felt his lips writhing,
looked round, but all was still, and the and he struck his own mouth in wrath
upright flame burned steadily. He with the back of his hand so fiercely
walked on, and instantly a strong that a drop of blood ran down to his
draught was behind him, almost ex- chin, and another, and more, falling
tinguishing the light. It seemed to black in the gloom upon the chapel
blow him on his way, ceasing when- pavement. But still his bruised lips
ever he turned, coming again when he twisted themselves.
went on—invisible, icy. He turned the tablet by the simple
Down the great staircase to the secret.
echoing hall he went, seeing nothing He took the great old key and set it
70 WEIRD TALES
into the lock of the iron door; and the dead men had been, and they were his
heavy rattling noise echoed down the fathers, and he knew that sooner or
descent beyond like footsteps, as if a later he should lie there himself, be-
watcher had stood behind the iron side Sir Hugh, slowly drying to a
and were running away within, with parchment shell. He closed his eyes a
heavy dead feet. moment, and three great drops stood
Sir Gabriel saw that his candle was on his forehead.
short. There were new ones on the Then he looked again, and by the
altar, with long candlesticks, and he lit whiteness of the winding sheet he
one, and left his own burning on the knew his father’s corpse, for all the
floor. As he set it down on the others were brown with age; and,
pavement his lip began to bleed again moreover, the flame of the candle was
and another drop fell upon the stones. blown toward it.
He drew the iron door open and He made four steps till he reached
pushed it back against the chapel wall, it, and suddenly the light burned
so that it should not shut of itself, straight and high shedding a dazzling
while he was within; and the horrible yellow glare upon the fine linen that
draught of the sepulchre came up out was all white, save over the face, and
of the depths in his face, foul and where the joined hands were laid on
dark. the breast. And at those places ugly
He went in, but though the fetid stains had spread, darkened with out-
air met him, yet the flame of the tall lines of the features and of the tight-
candle was blown straight from him clasped fingers. Tliere was a frightful
against the wind while he walked stench of drying death.
down the easy incline with steady As Sir Gabriel looked down, some-
steps, his loose slippers slapping the thing stirred behind him, softly at
pavement as he trod. first, then more noisily, and some-
He shaded the candle with his thing to the stone floor with a dull
fell
hand, and his fingers seemed to be thud and rolled up to his feet; he
made of wax and blood as the light started back, and saw a withered head
shone through them. And in spite of lying almost face upward on the pave-
him the unearthly draught forced the ment grinning at him. He felt the cold
flame forward, till it was blue over the sweat standing on his face, and his
black wick, and it seemed as if it must heart beat painfully.
go out. But he went straight on, with For the first time in all his life that
shining eyes. evil thing which men call fear was
The downward passage was wide, getting hold of him, checking his
and he could not always see the walls, heart-strings as a cruel driver checks a
by the struggling light, but he knew quivering horse, clawing at his back-
when he was in the place of death by bone with icy hands, lifting his hair
the larger, drearier echo of his steps in with freezing breath, climbing up and
the greater space, and by the sensation gathering in his midriff with leaden
of a distant blank wall. weight.
He stood still, almost enclosing the Yet presently he bit his lip and
flame of the candle in the hollow of bent down, holding the candle in one
his hand. He could see a little, for his heind, to lift the shroud back from the
eyes were growing used to the gloom. head of the corpse with the other.
Shadowy forms were outlined in the Slowly he lifted it.
will appear Harlan Ellison's upcoming anthology. The Last Dangerous Visions. Ellison is
in
sold on her potential and having seen this story wrote: "While reading Timmy had the same I
soft chill and uneasy crawling of nape-hair that remember got from Bradbury's Small
I I
Assassin years ago. Without styles remotely resembling each other, think Susan Lette has I
much of the tone of darkness and the-familiar-turned-ominous that Ray poured into his
early fiction."
Let us hope we are reading-an early-story in the career of a future writing star.
Timmy
By SUSAN C. LETTE
TIMMY IS OUT
behind the garage because Mama would get mad if I told
again, playing with the vacuum on Timmy, but Daddy didn’t believe
cleaner. The big fat vacuum cleaner me and gave me a spanking. Nobody
Daddy got to clean up the yard. did anything to Timmy. Mama says he
Daddy sucks up leaves and stuff with can vacuum the living room rug every
it instead of rjiking. I don’t think it’s day if he wants to.
much fun. I like to run and jump in Daddy told me once that they’re
big piles of crispy leaves. But Timmy nice to "rimmy because he’s sick, but I
is funny about vacuum cleaners. don’t believe it. If he was sick he
Timmy is my twin, but we don’t couldn’t beat me up, but he did the
look alike. Daddy says it’s because last time I told on him. He’s a lot
we’re fraternal instead of identical. stronger than I am when he’s mad. I
That means we don’t have to look wish he really was sick. I wish he’d
alike. Timmy is bigger than me and die.
has blond hair and blue eyes, like
Daddy. Mama calls him her little I asked Daddy if Timmy is sick in
angel. My hair
and eyes are sorta the head because he likes vacuum
browm and she doesn’t like me very cleaners so much. Daddy said no,
much. Timmy isn’t supposed to play Timmy isn’t any sicker in the head
with the vacuum cleaiier, but if I tell than I am. He has something wrong
on him Mama will get mad at me. So with his muscles or something. Daddy
will Timmy. explained it for a long time, but I
Mama doesn’t know it, but don’t understand.
Timmy’s crazy. I’m scared of him. He says it’s nice that Timmy likes
He says he wants to be a vacuum vacuum cleaners. Boys are supposed
cleaner when he grows up. Mama to like machines. Daddy wants me to
thinks it’s cute and Daddy ^inks it’s like machines; but I hate them.
silly. They think he’s just showing off, Especially vacuum cleaners.
but he isn’t. He means it.
Timmy was vacuuming the carpet
Daddy found out about Timmy on the yesterday and fell dovm
stairs
playing with the vacuum cleaner. He the didn’t hurt him much,
stairs. It
found it full of dirt and rocks that though, because he is busy vacuuming
Timmy vacuumed up behind the the rug in the hall today and making
garage. Daddy was re^ mad and said an awful lot of noise. I’m glad I was
why didn’t I tell Mama about it. I said outside playing when it happened, or
T2
they would have said I pushed him or when he dies. Mama doesn’t think
something. I’d like to, but I don’t that’s cute. She cries a lot.
dare.
It’s raining today, so I can’t go They took Timmy to the hospital
outside. I wish he’d turn that thing today. I guess he really was sick, after
off. It makes my head hurt. all. He’s still mean, though. He said he
was going to come back and vacuum
Timmy isn’t vacuuming today. He’s me up. Mama and Daddy are still
doing something worse. He has the down at the hospital, so I made a
vacuum cleaner in our bedroom and peanut butter and jelly sandwich for
he’s snuggled up to it on the rug, supper. Strawberry jelly. Yummy.
talking to it and singing to it. Mama I’m glad Timmy’s not here. I
looked in a while ago and thought it wonder if he’ll die?
was real cute? like he was playing with
a teddy bear or something. I don’t Mama and Daddy are gone all the
think it’s cute. It gives me cold time. I’m not supposed to go outside
shiwers and a funny feeling in my or anything while they’re gone, so I
stomach, like when the baby sitter let don’t. I’m sorta scared to.
us stay up late and watch that scary I’m getting awful tired of TV and
movie on TV. Only this isn’t just a peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I
movie. keep thinking about Timmy, too. Will
it be my fault if he dies, because I
Timmy doesn’t vacuum much any wanted him to?
more. He sits by the vacuum cleaner The rug is getting dirty because
and talks to it all the time. Except Timmy hasn’t vacuumed it in a long
when Mama is using it and then he time, and Mama hasn’t, either. I
follows her around and sits in the wonder if she would like me better if I
same room and watches her vacuum. vacuumed it?
Daddy says Timmy is getting sicker
and isn’t strong any more. Mama came home real late. She
Timmy is getting crazier, too. The cried and kissed me when I told her I
baby sitter let us w'atch another scary vacuumed tlie rug. Then she put me to
movie on TV the other night. It was bed and went out again. I was happy
about transmigration of souls. (I had when she kissed me, but now I’m
to look up transmigration so I could alone again because they couldn’t get
spell it.) Now Timmy doesn’t say he’s a baby sitter tonight. It’s real dark and
going to be a vacuum cleaner when he I keep hearing something creak, like a
grows up. He says he’s going to be one door or footsteps, maybe. Daddy told
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me was just the house settling, but
it I know they don’t mean it, and I
it’s dark and I’m here all alone. Why never talk about Timmy and the
do they both have to stay with vacuum cleaner.
Timmy aU the time? But I know he’s there.
I wish Mama was here.
Can
machines grow? I don’t
I was awful bored today, so I vacuum the rugs any more, because I
vacuumed the whole house. It’s sorta won’t touch the vacuum cleaner.
fun running the vacuum cleaner Mama vacuums a lot, but she never
around and watching all the dirt and has to empty the bag any more.
stuff getting sucked up inside it. And I was sure the handle only
Maybe that’s why Timmy likes it. used to come up to my chest when it
was standing strai^t up, but I had to
Timmy’s dead. Mama and Daddy sneak past it where Mama had it
came home and Mama was crying. parked in the hall yesterday and the
Daddy took her upstairs and put her handle came up to my chin.
to bed and then he came back down Mama says it’s getting harder to
and told me Timmy is in Heaven. push, like it was getting heavier. I’m
That’s not where Timmy is, though. scared to go in the same room with it
I got to thinking about what he alone, because when Mama and Daddy
said about coming back and vacu- aren’t there the little light turns red
uming me up, like maybe he knew I and it makes an awful noise.
wanted him to die and he was going to Mama heard it this morning and
make sure that I died, too. I thought thought I was playing with it like I’m
about that for a long time, and the not supposed to. She got real mad and
more I thou^t, the scareder I got. So yelled at me and didn’t believe me
I sneaked into the hall closet and when I said I didn’t do it.
looked at the vacuum cleaner. But I don’t care what she thinks,
It has this little white light in front it’s Timmy I’m scared of. He really
so you can see to vacuum in dark meant it when he said he’d vacuum
places like under furniture. When I me up!
opened the closet door, the light
turned on, and it wasn’t even plugged Mama’s sort of sick, but I don’t
in! think it’s what Timmy had. Daddy
The was bright red, too! I was
light said it’snot dangerous. It’s just that
awful scared so I ran out of the closet Mama is awful tired and has to rest
and slammed the door and then I ran instead of working so hard around the
and told Mama that Timmy is in the house. He says we can’t afford a maid
vacuum cleaner and wants to get me. because we have to pay Timmy’s
Mama shoved me away and started hospital bills and everything, so he
crying again, and Daddy grabbed me does the dishes and sometimes he
and whipped me. cooks supper.
I’m staying in my room with the He wants me to help her, too. Why
door locked. What can I do? They should I? She doesn’t even like me,
don’t believe me and nobody will help even if she does pretend like the
me. psychiatrist said to. She wants me to
vacuum the rugs like Timmy used to,
They took me to a psychiatrist and and Daddy says I have to do it,
I told him about Timmy and how starting tomorrow. He says he’ll make
scared I am. He looked nice and I sure I do, so I’ll get over this silly
thought at first he would help me. He business about the vacuum cleaner.
acted like he believed me, and he said I won’t do it, though. I don’t dare!
he would help me. I have my pocket knife and
He lied. I heard him tell Mama and Greedy, my pet gerbil, all tied up in
Daddy that I had guilt feelings one of Daddy’s old handkerchiefs, and
because of sibling rivalry, whatever I’m running away as soon as it gets
that and that it was normal. He said
is, dark. I don’t know where I’ll go, but
it would go away if they’d be nice to anywhere is better than here.
me. Oh gosh, I wonder if Timmy can
Now they’re being nice to me, but follow me?
I.
WHEN THE BALLOON TREE bs Albert Page Mitchell led off the Winter, 1973
issue of WEIRD TALES, the author was all but forgotten. Since then, the collection
of his stories The Crystal Man has appeared, and his leterary efforts in writing some
of the earliest science fiction themes such as time travel, speeds faster than light,
matter transmission, thinking computors, and preservation of the human body
through freezing, has been widely acknowledged and appreciated.
Still due him is credit for his pioneering role as a creator of a particularly
YOU KNOW that when a man lives in Frankfort and had made for me a wire
a deserted castle on the top of a great cage in which I was able to sleep with
mountain by the side of the river comfort and safety as soon as I
Rhine, he is liable to misrepresenta- became accustomed to the sharp grit-
tion. Half the good people of the ting of the rats’ teeth as they gnawed
village of Schwinkenschwank, in- the iron in their impotent attempts to
cluding the burgomaster and the burg- get in and eat me.
omaster’s nephew, believed that I was Barring the spectres and the rats,
a fugitive from American justice. and now and then a transient bat or
The other half were just as fu'mly owl, I was the first tenant of the
convinced that I was crazy, and this Schloss Schwinkenschwank for three
theory had the support of the notary’s or four centuries.
profound knowledge of human char- After leaving Bonn, where I had
acter and acute logic. greatly profited by the learned and
The two halves to the interesting ingenious lectures of the famous Cal-
controversy were so equally matched carius, Herr Professor of Metaphysical
that they spent all their time in Science in that admirable university, I
confronting each other’s arguments, had selected this ruin as the best
and I was left, happily, pretty much to possible place for the trial of a certain
myself. experiment in psychology.
As everybody with the slightest The Hereditary Landgraf, von Top-
pretension to cosmopolitan knowl- litz, who owned Schloss Schwinken-
edge is already aware, the old Schloss schwank, showed no signs of surpri.se
Schwinkenschwank is haunted by the when I went to him and offered six
ghosts of twenty -nine mediaeval thalers a month for the privilege of
barons and baronesses. The behavior lodging in his ramshackle castle. The
of these ancient spectres was very clerk of a hotel could not have taken
considerate. They annoyed me, on the my application more coolly or my
whole, far less than the rats, which money in a more business-like spirit.
swarmed in great numbers in every “It will be necessary to pay the
part of the castle. first month’s rent in advance,” said
When I first took possession of my he.
quarters, I was obliged to keep a “That I am fortunately prepared to
lantern burning all night, and contin- do, my well-bom Hereditary Land-
ually to beat about me with a wooden graf,” Ireplied, counting out six
club in order to escape the fate of thalers. He pocketed them, and gave
Bishop Hatto. Afterward I sent to me a receipt for the same. I wondered
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whether he ever tried to collect rent stant contemplation of its weakness,
from his ghosts. its grossness, its inadequacy, had in-
The most inhabitable room in the tensified discontentment to disgust.
castle was that in the northwest Could I but escape myself, could I
tower, but it was already occupied by but tear diamond from its
this paste
the Lady Adelaide Maria, eldest fine and replace it with a
casket
daughter of the Baron von Schotten, genuine jewel, what sacrifices would I
who was starved to death in the not consent to, and how fervently
thirteenth century by her affectionate would I bless Calcarius and the hour
papa for refusing to wed a one-legged that took me to Bonn!
freebooter from over the river. It was to try this untried experi-
As I could not think of intruding ment that I shut myself up in the
upon a lady, I took up my quarters at Schloss Schwinkenschwank.
the head of the south turret stairway, Excepting little Hans, the inn-
where there was nobody in possession keeper’s son, who climbed the moun-
except a sentimental monk, who was tain three times a week from the
out a good deal nights and gave me no village to bringme bread and cheese
trouble at any time. and white wine, and afterward Hans’s
In such calm seclusion as I enjoyed sister, my only visitor during the
in the Schloss it is possible to reduce period of my retirement was Professor
physical and mental activity to the Calcarius. He came over from Bonn
lowest degree consistent with life. twice to cheer and encourage me.
Saint Pedro of Alcantara, who passed On the occasion of his first visit
forty years in a convent cell, schooled night fell while we were still talking of
himself to sleep only an hour and a Pythagoras and metempsychosis. The
half a day, and to take food but once profound metaphysicist was a corpu-
in three days. lent man and very short-sighted.
While diminishing the functions of “I can never get down the hill
his body to such an extent, he must alive,” he cried, wringing his hands
also, I firmly believe, have reduced his anxiously. “I should stumble, and,
soul edmost to the negative character Gott im Himmel, precipitate myself
of an unconscious infant’s. It is exer- peradventure upon some jagged rock.”
cise, thought, friction, activity, that “You must stay all night. Profes-
brings out the individuality of a man’s sor,” said I, “and sleep with me in my
nature. Prof. Calcarius’s pregnant wire cage. I should like you to meet
words remained burned into my mem- my room mate, the monk.”
ory; “Subjective entirely, my dear
“What is the mysterious link that young Mend,” he said. “Your appar-
binds soul to the living body? Why am ition is a creature of the optic nerve
I Calcarius, or rather why does the and I shall contemplate it without
soul called Calcarius inhabit this par- alarm, as becomes a philosopher.”
ticular organism? (Here the learned I put my Herr Professor to bed in
professor slapped his enormous thigh the wire cage and with extreme diffi-
with his pudgy hand.) Might not I as culty crowded myself in by his side.
easily be another, and might not At his especial request I left the
another be I? Loosen the individual- lantern burning. “Not that I have any
ized Ego from the fleshy surroundings apprehension of your subjective spec-
to which it coheres by force of habit tres,” he explained. “Mere figments of
and by reason of long contact, and the brain they are. But in the dark I
who shall say that it may not be might roll over and crush you.”
expelled by an act of volition, leaving “How progresses the self-suppres-
the living body receptive, to be occu- sion?” he asked at len^h— “the sub-
pied by some non-individualized Ego, ordination of the individual soul? Eh!
worthier and better than the old?” What was that?”
This profound suggestion made a “A rat, trying to get in at us,” I
lasting impression upon my mind. replied. “Be calm: you are in no peril.
While perfectly satisfied vnth my My experiment proceeds satisfactor-
body, which is sound, healthy, and ily. I have quite eliminated all interest
reasonably beautiful, I had long been in the outside world. Love, gratitude,
discontented with my soul, and con- friendship, care for my own welfare
THE DEVILISH RAT 77
and the welfare of my friends have ,the turned away, rattled his callous
Ba,t
nearly disappeared. Soon, I hope, tailacross the wire netting, and disap-
memory will also fade away, and with peared in the darkness. Professor Cal-
my memory my individual past.” carius breathed a deep sigh of relief,
“You are doing splendidly!” he and soon was snoring so profoundly
exclaimed with enthusiasm, “and ren- that neither owls, rats, nor spectres
dering to psychologic science an inest- ventured near us till morning.
imable service. Soon your psychic
nature will be a blank, a vacuum, I H*AD SO FAR succeeded in merging
ready to receive—God preserve me! my intellectual and moral qualities in
What was that?” the routine of mere animal existence
“Only the screech of an owl,” said that when it was time for Calcarius to
I, reassuringly, as the great grey bird come again, as he had promised, I felt
with which I had become familiar little interest in his approaching visit.
fluttered noisily down through an Hansel, who constituted my commis-
aperture in the roof and lit upon the sariat,had been taken sick of the
top of our wire cage. measels, andI was dependent for my
Calcarius regarded the owl with food and wine upon the coming of his
interest, and the owl blinked gravely pretty sister Emma, a flaxen-haired
at Calcarius. maiden of eighteen, who climbed the
“Who knows,” said theHerr Pro- steep path with the grace and agility
fessor, “but what that owl is animated of a gazelle.
by the soul of some great dead philos- She was an artless little thing, and
opher? Perhaps Pythagoras, perhaps told me of her own accord the story
Plotinus, perhaps the spirit of Socrates of her simple love. Fritz was a soldier
himself, abides temporarily beneath in the Emperor Wilhelm’s army. He
those feathers.” was now in garrison at Cologne. They
I confessed that some such idea hoped that he would soon get a
had already occurred to me. lieutenancy, for he was brave and
“And in that case,” continued the faithful, and then he would come
Professor, “you have only to negate home and marry her.
your own nature, to nullify your own She had saved up her dairy money
individuality, in order to receive into amounted to quite a little purse,
till it
your body this great soul, which, as which she had sent him that it might
my intuitions tell me, is that of help purchase his commission. Had I
Socrates, and is hovering around your ever seen Fritz? No? He was hand-
physical organization, hoping to effect some and good, and she loved him
an entrance. Persist,my worthy young more than she could tell.
student, in your most laudable experi- I listened to this prattle with the
ment, and metaphysical science— same amount of romantic interest that
Merciful Heaven! Is that the devil?” a proposition in Euclid would excite,
It was the huge gray rat, my and congratulated myself that my old
nightly visitor. This hideous creature soul had so nearly di.sappeared.
had grown in his life, perhaps of a Every night the gray owl perched
century, to the size of a small terrier. above me. I knew that Socrates was
His whiskers were perfectly white and waiting to take possession of my
very thick. His immense tushes had body, and I yearned to open my
become so long that they curved over bosom and receive that grand soul.
till the points almost impaled his Every night the detestable rat came
skull. His eyes were big and blood red. and peered through the wires. His
The comers of his upper lip were so cool, contemptuous malice exas-
slirivelled and drawn up that his perated me strangely, I longed to
countenance wore an expression of reach out from beneath my cage and
diabolical malignity, rarely seen ex- seize and throttle him, but I was
cept in some human faces. afraid of the venom of his bite.
He was too old and knowing to My own had by this time
soul
gnaw at the wires; but he sat outside nearly wasted away through discip-
on his haunches, and gazed in at us lined disuse. The owl looked down
with an indescribable look of hatred. lovingly at me with his great placid
My companion shivered. After a while eyes, A
noble spirit seemed to shine
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through them and to say, “I will come It now looked like a Satanic smile of
when you are ready.” And I would triumph.
look back into their lustrous depths I arose and shook off my drowsi-
and exclaim with infinite yearning, ness. A
new life seemed to tingle in
“Come soon O Socrates, for I am my veins. I was no longer indifferent
almost ready!” and negative. I took a lively interest in
Then I would turn and meet the my surroundings and wanted to be
gaze of the monstrous rat,
devilish out in the world among men, to
whose sneering malevolence dragged plunge into affairs and exult in action.
me back to earth and to earth’s Pretty Emma came up the hill
concerns. bringing her basket. “I am going to
My detestation of the abominable leave you,” said I. “I shall seek better
beast was the sole lingering trace of quarters than the Schloss Schwinken-
the old nature. When he was not by, schwank.”
my soul seemed to hover around and , “And shall you go to Cologne,” she
above my body, ready to take wing eagerly asked; “to the garrison where
and leave it free forever. At his ap- the emperor’s soldiers are?”
pearance, an unconquerable disgust “Perhaps so—on my way to the
and loathing undid in a second all that world.”
had been accomplished, and I was still “And will you go for me to Fritz?”
myself. To succeed in my experiment she continued, blushing. “I have good
I felt that the hateful creature whose news to send him. His uncle, the mean
presence barred out the grand old old notary, died last night. Fritz now
philosopher’s soul must be dispatched has a small fortune and he must come
at any cost of sacrifice or danger. home to me at once.”
“I will killyou, you loathsome “The notary,” said I slowly, “died
animal!” I shouted to the rat, “and last night?”
then to my emancipated body will “Yes sir; and they say he is black in
come the soul of Socrates which the face this morning. But it is good
awaits me
yonder.” news for Fritz and me.”
The rat turned on me his leering “Perhaps,” continued I, still more
eyes and grinned more sardonically slowly— “perhaps Fritz would not be-
than ever. His scorn was more than I lieve me. I am a stranger, and men
could bear. I threw up the side of the who know the world, like your young
wire cage and clutch^ desperately at soldier, are given to suspicion.”
my enemy. “Carry this ring,” she quickly re-
I caught him by the tail. I drew plied, taking from her finger a worth-
him close to me. I crunched the bones less trinket. “Fritz gave it to me and
of his slimy legs, felt blindly for his he will know by it that I trust you.”
head, and when I got both hands to My next visitor was the learned
his neck, fastened upon his life with a He was quite out of breath
Calcarius.
terrible grip. when he reached the apartment I was
With all the strength at my com- preparing to leave.
mand, and with all the recklessness of “How goes our metempsychosis,
a desperate purpose, I tore and twist- my worthy pupil?” he asked. “I ar-
ed the flesh of my loathsome victim. rived last evening from Bonn, but
He gasped, uttered a horrible cry of rather than spend another night with
wild pain, and at last lay Mmp and your horrible rodents, I submitted my
quiet in my clutch. Hate was satisfied, purse to the extortion of the village
my last passion was at an end, and I innkeeper. The rogue swindled me,”
was free to welcome Socrates. he continued taking out his purse and
When I awoke from a long and counting over a small treasure of
dreamless sleep, the events of the silver. “He charged me forty groschen
night before and, indeed, of my whole for a bed and breakfast.”
previous life were as the dimly remem- The sight of the silver, and the
bered incidents in a story read years sweet clink of the pieces as they came
ago. in contact in Professor Calcarius’s
The owl was gone but the mangled palm, thrilled my new soul with an
corpse of the rat lay by my side. Even emotion it had not yet experienced.
indeath his face wore its horrible grin. Silver seemed the brightest thing in
THE DEVILISH RAT 79
the world to me at that moment, and the barracks I sought out Fritz
the acquisition of silver, by whatever Schneider of Schwinkenschwank.
means, the noblest exercise of human “My friend,” said I, putting my
energy. With a sudden impulse that I hand upon his shoulder, “I am going
was unable to resist, I sprang upon my to do you the greatest service which
friend and instructor and wrenched one man may do another. You love
the purse from his hands. He uttered a little Emma the inkeeper’s daughter?”
cry of surprise and dismay. “I do indeed,” he said. “You bring
“Cry away!” I shouted; “it will do news of her?”
no good. Your miserly screams will “I have just now tom myself away
be heard only by rats and owls and from her too ardent embrace.”
ghosts. The money is mine.” “It is a lie!” he shouted. “The little
“What’s this?” he exclaimed. “You girl is as true as gold.”
rob your guest, your friend, your “She is as false as the metal in this
guide and mentor in the sublime wsdks trinket,” said I with composure, tos-
of metaphysical science? What perfidy sing him Emma’s ring. “She gave it to
has taken possession of your soul?” me yesterday when we parted.”
I seized the Herr Professor by the He looked at the ring, and then put
legs and threw him violently to the both hands to his forehead. “It is
floor. He struggled as the grey rat true,” he groaned. “Our bethrothal
had struggled. I tore pieces of wire ring!” I watched his anguish with
from my cage, and bound him hand philosophical interest.
and foot so tightly that the wire cut “See here,” he continued, talcing a
deep into his fat flesh. neatly knitted purse from his bosom.
“Ho! Ho!” said I, standing over “Here is the money she sent to help
him; “what a feast for the rats your me buy promotion. Perhaps that be-
poipulent carcass will make,” and I longs to you?”
turned to go. “Quite likely,” I replied, very cool-
“Good Gott!” he cried. “You do ly. “The pieces have a strangely
not intend to leave me: No one ever familiar look.”
comes here.” Without another word the soldier
“All the better,” I replied, gritting flung the purse at my feet and turned
my teeth and shaking my fist in his away. I heard him sobbing, and the
face; “the rats will have uninterrupted sound was music. Then I picked up
opportunity to relieve you of your the purse and hastened to the nearest
superfluous flesh. Oh, they are very cafe to count the silver.
hungry, I assure you, Herr Meta- There were just thirty pieces again.
physician, and they will speedily help To acquire silver, that is the chief
you to sever the mysterious link that joy possible to my new nature. It is a
binds soul to living body. They will glorious pleasure, is it not? How for-
know how to loosen the individual- tunate that the soul, which took
ized Ego from the fleshly surround- possession of my body in the Schloss,
ings. I congratulate you on the pros- was not Socrates’s, which would have
pect of a rare experiment.” made me, at best, a dismal ruminator
The cries of Professor Calcarius like Calcarius; but the soul that had
grew fainter and fainter as I made my dwelt in the grey rat till I strangled
way down the hill. Once out of him.
hearing I stopped to count my gains. At one time I thought that my new
Over and over again, with extraordi- soul came to me from the dead notary
nary joy, I told the thalers in his purse, in the village. I know, now, that I
and always with the same result. inherited it from the rat, and I believe
There were just thirty pieces of silver. it to be the soul that once animated
My way into the world of barter Judas Iscariot, that prince of men of
and profit led me through Cologne. At action.
Serpent City in the Summer, 1973 issue of WEIRD TALES, need only be told that
The Son of the Wild Things is another in hjs superb series "From a Frontiersman's
Diary," a series which originally appeared in THE BLUE BOOK MAGAZINE.
The Son of the Wild Things swings away from the horror, more towards the
strange, unusual and unique. It has powerful elements of the Tarzan theme and
takes place in the wild land of the Eskimos, the musk ox, the caribou and the polar
bear. The imagery of the struggle for survival that Marshall creates for us in this
setting is literally eerie in the bizarre elements of its authenticity. He deftly inserts a
remarkable event that contributes to the creation of a bonafide hero who arises
logically out of the background of the story.
This is a story to delight the hearts of those who read magazines like WEIRD
TALES for something different, unusual and exotic. This is a story which will set
the oldtimers to reminiscing of a time when the turn of a page of a pulp magazine
far exceeded in magic and wonder the turn of a dial on a television set today.
"Often among the nations a child is born seemingly with the blessings of the
wild upon him."— Fro/T? a Frontiersman's Diary.
BEYOND THE CITIES and the Every day in the spring the sun
farmlands and the forests, beyond the rises somewhat higher in the south,
last trap linesand the farthest trading Eind the snows begin to run away in
posts, in a region where white men do clear rivulets, and small avalanches
not go and the North Star almost rumble on the crags, and here and
seems no longer in the north, a long there the mosses begin to show above
bright inlet stretches from the the snow.
uttermost waters of Baffin Bay. It But not until summer do the
stretches an arm into a strange gray flowers come, and then they only stay
land that in the minds of white men is a little while. They are hardy, starlike
simply “the Unknown.” blossoms that sprinkle the floors of
It is not charted on the mariner’s the valleys with color; and they
maps. You won’t find it named in any blossom very bravely and gayly untd
geography. It is too cold for the the frost comes again. The grass starts
forests to grow, and the rocky valleys up too—for Nature is a persevering,
and the towering crags are drear and tireless spirit. Except for the weary
bare beyond the power of words to waste of crags, the region in summer is
describe. almost beautiful. But summer is just a
The green ice locks down on the breath that is soon gone. The soft rain
waters for most of the year. The snow turns to sifting snow in early
comes, foot after foot, till the meager September, and the winter closes
shrubbery and the reindeer moss and down on land and sea.
lichens are out of sight. There is never And with the winter comes the
any sound, in winter, except now and night that never seems to end. It is not
then the soft step of the wild the kind of night that most people
creatures on the snow. In the spring know, black so that you cannot see
the ice breaks and chums and crashes your hand before your face. Mostly it
with a noise more terrible than a is a sort of deep twilight, wherein a
hundred thimderclaps at once; but snow-covered shrub can look exactly
spring does not mean warm weather like a ghost, and a wandering caribou
and flowers. is a monster.
80
Nothing seems to appear in the splashes of fire out across the bowl of J
correct perspective,— always too large the sky. They are red and purple and ^
or too small, or too near or too far. yellow; and sometimes they throw a '
Sounds seem too loud, or else a green glamor over all the land. 'v
whisper much too soft. It is easy to This is the worst time: when the i
imagine all kinds of things, those green light is on the snow, the Innuits
winter nights. It is a gray land of know that starvation and death and |
ghosts and strangeness; and any maybe worse things are coming in the
dream—except that of warmth and morning.
^
comfort and mercy—can come true. It is very easy to die, in this place.
The Northern Lights play above, To live at all means constant battle—
and they are never the same. Some- not six or eight hours out of twenty-
times they are a ruddy glare in the four—but every moment not spent in
sky, and sometimes they waver and sleep. The cold knows no mercy. To
shimmer like a silk flag in the wind, be caught in it, unprotected, means
and often they send queer streams and death, very quickly and comparatively
81
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82 \yE;iRD TALES MM:'!
gehtiy.There is a moment when the fragment of iceberg far from any shore.
blood feels oddly warm, and then the Then there are the caribou, wan-
Tnnuit spirit goes slipping away over dering for endless miles over un-
the snow to the dwellings of the charted roads and never going astray;
Arsissut. When one goes there, he is the long-haired musk-ox, seemingly
never cold or hungry any more. very awkward and slow, but nimble
Even the Innuits know it is a and fleet as a mountain goat when he
strange land, and it is their home. wishes to be; the seal that come up
They say that good and wicked gods out of the sea and breed and fight on
are always battling in the mists just the beaches; and the bewhiskered,
beyond their sight, and if the wicked cross old walrus that can’t ever quite
gods win, the people will die. Then make up his mind whether he is a land
there are the torno that take the form animal gone to sea, or a marine
of bears and seals—they ordinarily live creature that now and then likes the
in the rocks and trees—a,nd often, in feel of solid earth beneath his flippers.
the twilight when the winter air is These creatures are no strangers in the
electricand Aurora Borealis dances in land.
the sky, they seem to move. Then But it takes time to acquire knowl-
there is Kusiunek, that can cause edge; and the female musk-ox that
sudden sickness or death. came browsing along a snow river with
But not only the Innuits know this her calf was too young to know many
land. There are a number of creatures of the wiles of the Innuits. He was her
that know this land very well. first calf, and she was filled with
The wild geese, for instance, that delight at the sight of him.
come in such queer wedges from out They were browsing along a rivulet
of the South, have a very good know- that had sprung from a melting snow
ledge of the district. They know bank farther up the slope; and in the
which ponds are half-choked with magic of the May sunlight they had
tender wild rice, and which have only forgotten that there could be such a
pebbly bottoms not worth exploring. thing as danger. The cow cropped the
Even the puffins have a fair idea of new grass, and now and then browsed
the place. They sit all day on the at the moss that grew in the shelter of
rocks, and they always seem very wise the rocks. The calf romped about her,
with their heads erect and in now and then nosing at her udder and
their judicial attitudes. In reality they trying to squeeze beneath her belly.
are very foolish. Even the women—the Then the thing occurred. What had
placid hennelay that chew the skins all seemed a firm rich bed of moss 2ind
day in the huts—ean fill their sealskin lichens suddenly gave way under her
sacks with puffin whenever they feet, and she went down with a bellow
choose. of terror. She had stepped squarely
What the wolves know of the place into a reindeer pit.
would fill many volumes the size of These pits are dug by the Innuits
this book, and the Innuit respect is and covered with a fra^le netting of
enough to follow the wolf pack when twigs and moss. They differ from the
his tribe is starving; the wolves nearly pits used in taking bear and wolf only
always take him to game. Darkness so far that they have no impsiling
means nothing to the wolves. They stake at the bottom, for sometimes it
can kill a seal beside one of ten is well to take a reindeer alive.
thousand inlets that look exactly the In an instant the ox was lying,
same, sing through the valleys for shaken but unhurt, on the floor of the
forty miles that night, and return to it pit, and an escape from its depths was
straight as a light-shaft the next day. impossible.
The polar bear knows the region
too; and he has an advantage over the II
wolves in that he is a marvelous
swimmer. He can swim out and ex- DEATH WAS COMMON in the little
plore the many crags and islands that Innuit settlement beside the inlet; and
outcrop in the straits; and it is true the women took the news of what was
that human explorers often find him happening in Tweegock’s hut of skins
riding like a castaway on a great without astonishment or comment.
THE SON OF THE WILD THINGS S3
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Afew nights before, the Northern “ilie bear came up from the coast
Lights had been green, and they might and sniffed at the tent,” the woman
have known some evil would befall. It went on. “It means that the wild
had been an unhappy spring. They things are his friends. They will not
were just a frg^ment of a tribe, and kill him when they meet him on the
they had become separated from the snow. They will find his milk for him
remainder in the preceding autumn. too. He is bom to be the brother of
They had been going south in their the bear—and the wolf—and the .
great oomiacs, or skin boats, and by musk-ox. And we will name him
the circumstances of a sudden gale iVenoofe—the bear.
£ind freeze, one of the boats had been “I know it, Tweegock! The bear
compelled to make a landing apart sniffed, and I— I heard it speak,” her
from the rest. In it were perhaps ten voice ebbed away; and she had but a
adults. Only by utmost cooperation moment more of life. The man bent
can life be sustained in that frozen so that his ear was close to the
country, and ten were too few to woman’s lips.
achieve the best results. Ofcourse, she had heard the bear
And now one of the ten was dying. speak—for did not often the tornac
It was Tweegock’s wife. She lay on speak through the lips of beasts? And
a pile of skins in his hut, and a little the woman, in the delirium that is the
brown newborn baby was in her arms. frontier of death, believed she was
“I am going to the land of the telling him the truth.
“
Arsissut—very quickly,” she told her ‘This,* the bear said, ‘is the son
husband. “But I leave you a child— of the wild things,’ ” the woman
man child, such as was never bom in whispered. “Those were the words:
this place before.” ‘This is the son of the wild things. He
She showed him the brown-skinned is a child of the ice floe—and the
baby. It was a virile, active little mountains— and the caribou on the
creature, and Tweegock could see that plains, and the musk-ox in the valleys.
it was physically perfect. Never did a He will know their secrets, and the
newborn have such sturdy legs and wild will suckle him.’ These were the
arms, such a strong little back. The white bear’s words, my husband.—
man looked at it with pride. And I die!”
“But you wall take him too,” Even as Tweegock knelt beside her,
Tweegock replied in sorrow. “There is her life sped away. And he soberly
no milk. None of the women have went to tell the other members of the
young babies. He will die in a day.” little settlement what his wife had
Suddenly her black eyes seemed to said.
be full of light, and she half raised They nodded their heads very wise-
herself on her elbow. ly. “Follow the tracks of the tornac
“He she told him. “The
will live,” that came as a bear—and he v/ill find
blessings of a tornac is upon his head milk for the child,” they said. “With-
I know. I have seen. out milk the babe will die, for none of
By that she meant that there was a our wives have young at their breasts.
guardian spirit that would take care of Go into the wild, Tweegock, before
her little son. The man bent down hunger comes on the babe.”
lower, and his little eyes seemed very, Tweegock and his older son, a boy
very wide. He believed her wholly. of twelve, started out together. There
Surely, at the border of the realm of seemed nothing strange to anyone in
Arsissut, she could tell him only the the departure. The two would find the
truth. tornac—the spirit that had spoken
“The tornac came the shape of a
in through the lips of the bear; and
bear,” she told him. “A white beair- somewhere in the rocky waste they
for he sniffed at the tent just as the would find substance to keep the
babe was bom.” child alive.
This fact did not surprise Twee- They carried their spears and bird-
gock in the least. As all Innuits be- darts, for although the tornac was
lieve, a tornac can take the shape of friendly, they did not feel like meet-
any animal, or a stone or tree, for that ing him unarmed. Both were rather
matter, at wiU. wide-eyed and silent, and their cheeks
84 WEIRP TALES
were flushed so that their fellow riien of the tribe with ropes. And the
tribesmen could see the red through babe shall live to rule all this land—
the brown. It is an exciting thing to and the wolf will lick his leggings, and
seek spirits. Anything in the world the reindeer will kneel at his feet.”
might befall them before they re- Then his gaze fell on the little
turned. musk-ox calf that bleated pitifully
“We may go to the Arsissut too,” from the other side of the pit.
they said. “And see,” the man cried, “this
They followed the track of the little one shall be his brother—nursed
bear that had spoken to Tweegock’s at the same breast.”
wife, and the txail led them over a
ridge and into a valley. They walked Ill
in silence, one behind the other. They
held their harpoons ready to fling at “I WILL NAME him Kayak—because
an instant’s notice. The snow was he can be ridden like a boat,” said
mostly gone, and the tracking was all little Nenook to his father.
but impossible. But the two brown Old Tweegock nodded gravely. He
Innuits followed it with ease. never disputed his little son. He was
“We are getting nearer,” Tweegock always just a little bit afraid of him.
said at last. “Soon we will find him Every member of the tribe—for several
waiting—and perhaps he will talk to years before, the little band of Innuits
me too.” had become united with the remain-
His son nodded gravely; and they der of the tribe—knew the story of
began to follow up a little snow river Nenook, how he had thrived on
that rippled down from a snow bank musk-ox milk, and how the creatures
to the sea. of the wild were his friends.
And then they came in sight of the Even the priest, who claimed to
bear. talk with spirits daily, watched the
Both of them gasped a little; and boy’s growth with some measure of
Tweegock’s hand trembled as he awe. For never in the history of the
pointed. people had there been such a thing as
“It is waiting,” he said. “I will go.” an Innuit boy and a musk-ox calf
For the bear did seem to be stand- being brothers at the same breast.
ing still as if undecided which of two The cow had never really submit-
impulses to obey. Usually the white ted to domestication, and in a hard
bears fled at first sight of am Innuit, winter of six years before she had
but on this occasion there was a been slain for food. It had been the
particular reason why he wanted to occasion of a sacred feast, wherein the
remain. priest had marked the child’s breast
A hundred feet distant a very large with her blood.
and attractive dinner was lying in a pit Her bull calf Kayak was not domes-
in the ground. Musk-oxen with calves ticated either. Indeed, he was just as
as a rule are game too dangerous to be wild a musk-ox as ever ranged the
attractive; but this time the ox seemed region of the inlet. But he was none
helpless to protect herself or her calf. the less little Nenook’s companion
But the two Innuits were drawing and slave.
nearer; and the bear decided that the They had grown up together. They
musk-ox would have to wait till later. had drunk of the same strong milk,
So he fled on, up the stream, and and almost died together in one of the
vanished about the white shoulder of “starving times” that every so often
the snow-bank. come upon the Innuits. They had
In a moment more the Innuits were been playmates when Kayak was a
beside the pit. Within it was a young wobbly calf and Nenook had not yet
cow musk-ox with a calf; and for a learned to walk. They had romped
long time they gazed with glowing together through the summer days,
eyes. and in the fall the calf had been taken
“A musk-ox—with milk in her ud- with the dogs in the southerly expedi-
der!” the man cried at last. “Milk for tions after salmon and birds.
my son-just as the tornac said. I will He was a wild creature, ^d
so was
stand guard, and you will bring the Nenook. In the very beginning the
THE SON OF THE WILD THINGS 85
tx'ople saw that his mother’s prophecy And he was taller than any boy of his
was coming true. He did not play with age by half a foot.
other Innuit boys—slow, chubby little He was a wild creature, and he had
fellows in sealskins, who had patient, the strength and stealth and cunning
uninteresting games outside their that the wild creatures have. From the
mothers’ huts. In the first place they very first he had no interest in the
were all afraid of him. circle of huts where his people lived.
His daily rompings with the power- In the summer he would sooner have
ful calf had developed his muscles far gone to sleep in the cold sea than in
beyond all natural limits of a boy of the huts of his people.
his age,and he soon learned that he He couldn’t breathe at all in the
must play gently with them. They sweat-box tents. For the Innuit people
were not even strong enough to afford light lamps and carefully cut out the
him sport. Nor did he remain in huts least bit of air. They lie half-
and help chew the skins with the asphyxiated in the carbon dioxide
other children. from the lamps, and they gasp all
They were outlaws from the very night like fish out of the water.
first, the ox and the boy. Both were Nenook’s lungs hadn’t become
magnificent specimens. Of course, the adapted to that sort of treatment. He
beast was full-grown when Nenook was accustomed to running fifteen
was still a slender boy; but for all that, miles down the valleys in a single
Nenook was the master. The little afternoon, the ox galloping along be-
touch of domestication in the life of side him, and his lungs absorbing air as
the ox had strengthened rather than a seal consumes fish,—in large quan-
weakened him. Perhaps he kept in tities. So when the sleep time came,
better condition because of more reg- he and the ox would go out to the
ular food. In the winter, particularly, encircling hills, and they would sleep
the musk-ox suffer from hunger, as wherever fancy dictated.
every mouthful of reindeer moss must Sometimes it was a soft bed of
be probed for in the snow. moss, and sometimes it was simply a
Kayak had a man calf with a man’s hard shelf of a cliff. But if it were too
keen and crafty brain to look after hard, the boy had no scruples what>
him, and he gained weight in winters ever against using the great body of
wherein many of his breed had died. the ox as a matress.
Every year he had grown heavier, They would start together in the
stronger, longer of hair and surer of dawn; and the air stirred their blood
foot. He stood four feet at the should- like wine. The people, harnessing for
ers, and was nine feet long from the the seal hunts, would see them start
end of his three-inch sheeplike tail to away; and the sight always made them
the extremity of his nose. utter little wondering grunts and whis-
When he stood off in the wind, and per together.
his long hair blew about him, he Nenook took a boyish delight in
seemed like a ragged, fringed thing of mystifying these good people. He him-
no shape at all. self wasn’t in the least mystified. It
Most of the Innuit boys are thickly was natural to him to run through the
built and short and awkward; and valleys beside a lumbering ox. It was
they have fat little stomachs always natural to him to learn to steal like a
calling for more tuck-tu or seal blub- shadow over the rocks in search of
ber. Nenook was not like this at all. game, or to trace a polar bear to its
He was proportioned like a Greek lair, or laugh at the wolf pack from a
athlete,and his muscles did not knot cliff top.
and bunch. They would run until the boy was
They were smooth and rippling and tired, and that might be anywhere
scarcely noticeable; and they were from ten to twenty miles. Running,
strong as steel wires. He had such for his smooth muscles, took no more
muscles as may be found in the thigh effort than walking. There were no
of a wolf, or the jaws of a hyena. He cliffs that these companions did not
had black hair that grew long about visit, no caverns they did not explore,
his shoulders, and his skin was a deep no steppes that they did not traverse.
chestnut, rather than red or copper. They knew the hills as the wolves
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WEIRD TADES , I
knew them. The seal had no more other; and when they met on the
intimate knowledge of the shore than salmon streams or the ceudbou trails,
they. They knew the swamps and they always fought to the death.
lakes as the geese knew them. And all The Innuits tried hard not to meet
the time the boy was growing lither and them. The Red People always out-
more graceful and swifter of limb; and numbered them, three or four to one;
the bull was growing heavier and so as a rule they contented themselves
craftier and stronger. And when tired by praying to the tornac to send death
the boy would climb on his broad and starvation upon them. But the
back, and half go to sleep while the ox Red People lived in more favorable
loped back with him to the settle- regions to the south, and always they
ment. seemed to increase as the Innuits died.
But Nenook had enough sense of “But why can we not go and kill
responsibility to the tribe to learn to them one by one,” Nenook would
be a hunter. They had fed him, in his ask. “Are we children—or babies— or
babyhood, and he must pay the debt. simply puffins on the rocks? Must we
By now he had learned to steal like a submit to murder until there are none
wolf upon a flock of geese and strike of us left?”
to the right and left before they could But the older men would laugh at
get on their wings; or lie still as a him a little, and remind him he was
figure of stone above the stream and but a child. Only his father, the strong
strike down like a whiplash when a heart of the tribe, agreed with him.
salmon passed beneath. Yet the others did not like to be
But he did not permit the other reproached on this point. The very
boys of the tribe to learn hunting name of the Red People filled them
secrets that he did not know. He with dread.
would go to the ice floe with the men, “Wait till you are as old as we,
and with a little practice he could hurl Nenook, and you will see,” they said.
a harpoon more swiftly, and more “We cannot battle them. They are too
accurately, than any Innuit. many.”
Almost before he knew it, he was But Nenook did not know what
the best hunter in the tribe. He was the words “too many” meant. He
still a slender boy; but the craft of knew enough of the wild to realize
hunting came as naturally to him as that any advanteige can be overcome
running or sleeping. What other In- by stealth and planning. And he al-
nuits had to learn by constant prac- ways raged at the sight of his fellow
tice, he knew by instinct. He could tribesmen standing in little groups and
track a bear where the others could gazing with frightened eyes and pale
see but a naked stone. He knew just faces to the south.
how to operate a long-tailed harpoon, He did not know the runners had
ingeniously equipped with a bladder reported that a tribe of the Red
to wear out the struggling seal and People were migrating north, with the
hold him up after death. He could kill intention of driving the Innuits from
more birds with his hands, or with their caribou trails beside the Lower
swift pebbles, than could the other River.
Innuits with their darts. And he was a IV
master with the rib-bow^he most
deadly weapon the Eskimo possesses. THE WILDERNESS is a book of
“You must learn the use of all knowledge with an infinite number of
weapons,” his father told him. “Some- pages, and the more of them Nenook
time you may meet the Red People, turned over, the more amazed he was
and unless you are swift of limb and at the number that remained.
strong of arm, the women will never Every day he learned new lessons of
hear you come singing back again.” the valleys and hills and waters. The
All his life, so it seemed, Nenook wild things grew accustomed to the
had heard of the Red People. They sight of him, loping along beside the
were the Indians that lived to the ox, or else riding on the broad back,
south, against whom the Innuits had and they began to regard him as
been at eternal war. The two peoples simply a member of the wilderness
had a traditional hatred for each clan.
THE SON OF THE WILD THINGS 8T
Even the polar bear, great white passes that they take through thu
creature that is one of the nobility if dreary, snow-swept land, and they caa
not the king himself of the wild usually be counted on to return, year
places, regarded him with some meas- after year. If an Innuit once learn*
ure of tolerance. Nenook had no fear these passes, he knows just where t*
of him; and he pretended to have no wait for his winter store of meat.
fear of Nenook. But nevertheless, Every year, in the late summer*
somewhere in the back part of his they would encounter the musk-ox
small-sized brain, he was perfectly herds, and day after day Kayak would
aware that if it came down to cases, wander with his breed. At such time*
Nenook was his master. his master either hunted at the edge of
The wolves pursued him only once. the herds, or else remained with hia
There was quite a pack of them,— tribe. When the breeding season was
half-dozen rangy, gaunt, savage crea- past, however. Kayak was always con-
tures who were accustomed to having tent to go back to the old happy life
men and from their path.
beasts flee of roaming and hunting with his mas-
The boy and the musk-ox ran speedily ter.
awhile, and the wolves loped joyfully As yet Nenook had never en-
along on the trail behind. But all at countered the Red People; but he had
once their prey turned and faced heard enough of them to hate them
them. beyond anj^thing in the world. He did
Kayak handled two of the pack. He not hate the wolves that hunted him,
caught one of them on his horns, and or the polar beai’s, or any of the
the thing that came down looked remorseless creatures of the wild.
more like a rag than a wolf. The other But the.se Red People—they did not
he struck with his forefeet, and kill for meat. They murdered for
churned back and forth. spite. It was their pleasure to catch
Nenook ’s attack had been some- various Innuits far from their trilie
what different. First he had thrown and kill them in terrible ways. Ne-
his harpoon; and one of the gray nook’s eyes would light and his strong
crowd had been impaled and fastened hands would clench at the talcs his
to the earth like a bird on a thorn. people told of them. And he could
Then before the others could rush or never understand why they did not
attack, he had driven in two arrows take their rib-bows and their harpoons
from his rib-bow. and settle the matter, once for all.
The last wolf leaped aside just in But the time was to come when
time. The others had died so suddenly Nenook should have a personal debt
and ."swiftly that they had not even to pay to the Red People. And that
had time to howl. And the only sound was the first great war of Nenook ’s
he heard as he fled away was a life.
musk-ox bawling his triumph, and a He had been gone from the en-
lean Innuit boy hurling savage, laugh- campment a full week. He had been
ing taunts at him as he danced among on one of his long, wandering expedi-
the fallen. tions with Kayak, and all at once he
Sometimes the musk-ox went with had remembered the smell of the oil
Nenook on the hunt, and sometimes, lamps and the drone of his father’s
while Kayak grazed, they took differ- voice as he sat about a pot of blubber
ent trails. Sometimes the two would and told ghost stories.
have sealing parties beside the ice He was not so inured to the wild
floes, for Kayak had been trained to but that he occasionally suffered from
cany a bleeding seal on his broad back homesickness. And all at once he had
just as swiftly and easily as the dogs sprung up from a bed of moss and
could transport it on a sledge. They loped off homeward. The musk-ox
more than paid for the food and sprang up and followed him.
raiment Nenook procured from the They ran in silence, mile after mile.
tribe. And at last they reached the settle-
Nenook learned the secret habits of ment.
all the wild creatures. No man in the The people called to him as ever as
North knew more of the caribou runs he passed their huts; but their voices
than he. They have certain lanes and hardly seemed the same. They had a
88 i, iHTaWEIRDTAI^S
hesitant, ^trained tjuality that he was the ice. He was bird 'sharihg in the
at a loss to understand. Usually they south.”
flung good-natured gibes at him, but “The south—” Nenook echoed. His
to-night no one laughed at all. Of heart seemed to catch fire within him,
course some sorrow had come over and he grasped his brother’s arms with
the village. But yet the lamps were his strong hands. “Tell me! Was it the
burning brightly, as in times of plenty; Red People?”
and there was no evidence of plague The other slowly nodded. “There is
or disaster. They acted as if it con- a tribe of them— one hundred or
cerned him, too. more—come up the Lower River, and
He drew up to a walk; and it was a a dozen of their men came upon him
queer thing to see him traversing the at once. They killed him, and left him
stretch of beach with bowed head and lying by the sea.”
puzzling eyes, and the hulking ox
trailing at his heels. V
“What is it?” he asked the first
man he saw. “What has happened?” THE BOY WHO WENT from tent to
But the man evaded him and tent and asked that the full-grown
turned his back. Nenook was more men gather with him in the council
bewildered than ever. Then he saw his tent scarcely seemed the same long-
older brother waiting at the door of haired forest creature that had come
the hut. loping down into the encampment in
The man was standing with bowed the twilight.
head, and the customary smile was All at once he seemed more like a
gone from his lips. His eyes seemed man than a boy. The lines of his face
dark, too, and strange. were like black slashes made by a
“What is it?” Nenook demanded. knife; and the placid dark eyes of the
“What has happened. Brother? The Innuits do not usually have such fire
people all act so strange.” in them as burned out of his. The men
“You are a wicked son of beasts, or came, wondering.
you would have been here to learn,” They stood in a little group in the
the brother answered. “Tweegock is tent, and Nenook’s older brother
dead.” talked to them. “This wild son of my
For a moment Nenook could not father that has come back wants us to
believe that he would never hear his go to war,” he said. “He has called us
father’s droning voice again. Then the cowards, and children and women. He
tears came. He flung himself down on wants us to take our spears and go
the bed of skins, weeping inconsolably down into the south—and avenge my
and miserably. He had not even been father.”
in the hut to watch the spirit depart The men shuffled and grunted to-
to the realm of the Arsissut! gether, but for a while none of them
“And how did he die?” Nenook spoke.
asked at last. “Did the ice break, or “It is useless,” the oldest man
was it the walrus or the wolves or among them said at last. “What can a
sickness?” handful of us do against a hundred?
For a long moment, the older Our men must stay away from the
brother did not reply. Nenook looked south. Tweegock went where the wis-
up from the pile of skins. And at once est of us advised him not to go, and he
he was on his feet. For the man had died. There is nothing that we can
turned his back to him and was gazing do.”
soberly out the door of the hut. He Nenook jumped up and down with
seemed oddly embarrassed too. rage. “Are you women?” he demand-
“How did he die?” Nenook de- ed. “Are you not the men who kill the
manded again. “Tell me, my brother! walrus and track the wolf? Bah, even
If it was the wolves, I will trace them the polar bear would do more than
down—one after another—” you! Kill his mate, and he will follow
All at once the brother tvimed and you to the hut! Would you sit still and
spoke with odd, strained tones. “It have our men killed one by one?”
was not the wolves,” he replied. “It “You are just a boy,” they told
was not sickness—or the walrus—or him patiently. “We are men, and we
THE SON QF THE^WIJLD THINGS
know we cannot fight against the
f ’
It was just as Nenook had thought.
wind and sea; neither can we combat He remembered perfectly the Lower
one hundred to our two-score. You River, and he knew that a certain
are a boy, and your tornac is a great herd of caribou, out of the waste
demon.” knds to the west, always followed the
“Men!” Nenook sneered. “If you source of its water on their southern
are men, let me be a beast!” No one migrations. The Red People were
can be more scathing than the savage simply waiting for them to come so as
people when they wish; and Nenook ’s to procure a winter store of meat. The
tongue was like a lash. “Even Nenook, caribou wander in vast, shadowy herds
for whom was named, would not sit
I and comprise the Innuits’ chief source
still in and let his breed be
his lair of meat.
slain! Bah! Go back to your women.” “And what if they did not come?”
They filed away, and for a long Nenook whispered. His lips curled,
time the boy sat beside the lamp. His and his brother could see his white
face worked, his hands clenched and teeth.
his heart was almost ready to break “But they always do come. They
open with fury and hatred. He trem- will be there within a day or two at
bled as if the cold was on him. most. You remember, Nenook! The
The tribe was at least a score or herd comes through the We- we Pass,
two against one hundred; and yet the where the Lower River circles through
men were afraid even to attempt the narrow gap in the mountains, and
vengeance. He was only one against a firom thence they follow the River.”
hundred, and he had not yet got his “But if they should not come—the
growth. Red People would die!”
Yet he had learned the value of “Yes—many would die, and the
craft. He knew what cunning and few that remained would have to
forethought might do against even move their quarters. It grows late, and
tremendous odds. The lessons that he itwould be a mighty task before the
had learned in the wilderness stood snow comes. But the caribou will be
him in good stead. And all at once he upon them soon. They are due now;
sprang up. and never are they more than five
His brother had been watching him days late.”
from the doorway; and presently they “And the We-we Pass is over the
were face to face. He hardly knew his rocky hills—a trail that no man may
younger brother. The passion and the go in the cycle of the moon!” Nenook
madness were gone from him; and he laughed again, savagely, and all at
was more like one of the wild crea- once he seized a seal harpoon from
tures on the track of its prey. He the rack that held it above his head. It
seemed singularly lithe and calm, and had the thong and the inflated bladder
he moved with peculiar, stealthy at the end.
grace. His eyes were filled with white “Listen, brother,” Nenook went
light. on. “Will you help me—just for a
The older man fell back a pace. single day? I cannot linger to do this
"Kina?” he exclaimed. “What is it? thing myself. Perhaps I am too late
You are not a man child, but a wolf!” now. You are skilled with berry juice
Nenook laughed softly, but his and brush. I want you to send a
older brother did not meet his eyes. message.”
“Give me the wolf’s strength—just for The message was to be, of course, a
a single night!” he replied. HS laughed series of pictures; some of the tribes-
again, an odd sound that filled the hut men possessed considerable skill at
like the chortle of a goblin. “Mark my drawing these. “There is no joy in
words, brother. And now tell me— vengeance that is not recognized as
why are the Red People camping by vengeance,” Nenook whispered. “The
the river?” Red People must know who it is that
His brother did not understand at strikes, or the blow is wasted. That is
first, and Nenook had to repeat the the message you must send. You must
question. come in the night and throw the spear
“They are waiting for the caribou,” into their settlement. They will know
the man replied. it is an Innuit spear. And on the
90 WEIRD TALES j
bladder you will portray the murder cannot run over these hills. Only your
that they did—beside the sea. And sure feet can carry me.”
then, with your own skill, let them Then he leaped on the broad
know that they will pay for it with shoulders, and the tortuous ascent
their own blood!” began.
The boy began to dance up and The hills were strange and still in
down in his hateed. “Every man and the darkness. They were inexpressibly
every woman and every child. Their bleak; and the two seemed to have aU
dogs will die in the snow. Their lamps their tremendous spaces to them-
wifi bum out. That is what you must selves. On other night rides they had
tell them in the letter, brother—and I felt the constant presence of the wild
go!” life in the shrubbery and the grass and
Going to his own hut Nenook over them in the air.
hacked out a great piece of frozen seal But these hills seemed to be abso-
blubber, and swung it in a bird-skin lutely bare of life. There were no
sack over his shoulder. He took his puffins on the rocks. There was only
rib-bow, too, and his harpoon. In a silence, and the Northern Lights in the
moment more he was standing beside sky, and the shadow of dreary crags.
the musk-ox, his dark face to the The Innuits said that only spirits,
west. and evil ones, at that, inhabited these
“Where do you go?” his brother hills. Nenook could readily believe it.
asked. “Remember—you are still a Y et his mount was especially fitted
boy.” for such a run as this. Its feet were as
“My manhood has come upon me sure as a mountain goat’s, and it had
in a day— but I did not find it here,” wonderful agility besides its strength.
Nenook answered. “I go to make war The many miles they had already
on the Red People—just Kayak and I.” come did not seem to affect it.
The first part of the journey was “Kayak!” he urged. “Brave
no trial whatever to the stren^h of brother! You will win for me yet!”
either of them. They were used to The beast was choosing its o'wn
running out across the valley; and trail. Nenook lay close to the broad
even the wild creatures that saw them back, lessening •wind resistance as
come gave them scarcely a second much as he could. The moon was out,
glance. and its light blended strangely with
The boy ran in front, easily, swift- the flickering bars of the Aurora
ly; and the ox thundered behind. With Borealis.
his short legs and heavy body, the They were in the high mountains
•creature seemed to move with great now. They encircled great beds of
expenditure of energy; but in reality snow, and they traversed trails so
running was an easier teisk to him than narrow that it seemed no living feet
to his master. could cling to them, and they
Both man and beast were saving skimmed the edges of great gorges full
their strength. They rested at inter- of the moonlight.
vals; for no one knows better than the The strength of the creature was
wild creatures how much time can be ebbing now. The eyes were wide; the
gained by an occasional rest. At such horns seemed to flash; the nostrils
times they relaxed utterly. “My great were red. It had been a test of
Kayak!” Nenook cried. “Thank my strength that a musk-ox never endured
tornac for your muscles and your before. Even the reindeer had not the
strength.” sure feet and the agile body for such a
The night was still yovmg when climb. The musk-ox partook of the
they came to the hUls where the only qualities of the sheep as well as the
trails were narrow, winding pathways oxen clan; and tonight his sheeplike
made by the feet of the wild crea- stood him in good stead.
traits
tures. These hills seemed quite impas- But the journey was almost over.
sable. They were descending now. The dawn
The two halted, and Nenook was breaking; they could see the
stroke4 the great neck. “It is your gleam of the waters of the Lower
work from now on, great Kayak!” he River as they flowed through We-we
said. “Brother, it all depends on you. I Pass.
THE SON OP THE WILD THINGS 91
And they were none toosoon. For Then raising his voice in wild
the thing they saw, when the
first shout, Nenook charged dowm upon
dawn came out, was what seemed a them. He waved his coat in the air. He
slow-moving wall of gray shadow ad- was man, and these caribou knew
vancing down the long valley. The enough of men to fear them worse
caribou herds were almost to the pass. than any living thing. They broke into
Nenook knew his ground. He had a stampede.
been here before, only on previous But they dared not try to cross the
occasions he had come the long way wall of fire. They hesitated, milled for
of the river. The caribou, to follow an instant like logs in a stream, then
the river down to the sea, were ob- poured about the shoulders of the
liged to traverse a narrow pass scarcely pass to the valley to the right. And the
sixty feet wide. caribou herds, once stampeded, never
If turned aside, the only way they retrace their steps.
could go was to skirt the edges of the Tw^o hours later the boy and the
mountains into another valley— a trail musk-ox were still resting beside the
that would ultimately take them near- river.Kayak stood with lowered head;
ly one hundred miles from the waiting and the slender Innuit lad sat just at
Red People beside the Lower River. his feet. Far away they watched the
Nenook had planned every step of dim gray shadow that they knew was
his campaign. He leaped down from the caribou herds plodding steadily
his mount and swiftly went to work down a strange and alien valley. They
to make a fire. would never come back now; and the
Working with sure, swift hands he Red People beside the Lower River
collected armfuls of dry lichens, and would wait for them in vain.
with these he started a dozen other All at once Nenook got on his feet,
fires. And he built them all squarely shivering with his hate. “It was two
across the narrow pass between the against a thousand—and we turned
riverand the cliff. them,” he exulted. “It was one Innuit
The reindeer had paused by now; against one hundred Red People—and
and Nenook knew that his only hope I have had vengeance on them. My
of sweeping them about the shoulder people would not go with me, so I
of the mountain and into the next stmek alone. The red murderers will
valley was to encircle them before his wait in vain beside the river for their
firesburned out. They would never winter store of meat. And it won’t
try to break through the wall of fire come! Because of us. Kayak, it won’t
so long as an open road lay to the left come.
or right. Only one thing more re- “Many will die before the winter is
mained to do. out. They will have to change their
I’he principal fuel that the Innuits hunting grounds, and where can they
use is seal blubber. It bums \vith go? They will know the snow, and the
remarkable fierceness and heat, either starving time, and the ice will come
in lamps or in an open fire. The before they can gather any other
licliensthat made a flaming wall •winter food.”
across the pass would bum out in a He grew quiet, and his dark eyes
very few minutes. So just as he had scanned the waste of Barren Lands
pl.anned to do, Nenook took his lump about them. He put his brown arm
of seal blubber from his shoUlder bag “We will be wild things, you and
and swiftly cut it into a dozen smaller I—from henceforth,” he said. “Per-
pieces. haps we will return in the winter
He flung one upon each of the months, but from henceforth you and
fires; and once more he sprang upon I •will hunt alone. Yesterday I was a
the back of his mount. “Just a little boy, and last night I was a man, and
way more,” he cried. “Be brave, my tonight I am neither one—but a crea-
Kayak! Just a little way more, and the ture of the wild instead. The people
thing is done.” would not come with me and fight my
The beast was fatigued beyond battle; so I wU not go to them again.
words to tell; but he responded brave- “We will live in the wild, you and I,
ly to the voice. They made a wide just as it was spoken that I should do.
I have come into my herit^e at last.
”
circle and got in the rear of the herds.
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best luck and success, and will do cultivate grotesquery. In all his WT
anything can to help keep the maga-
I work Ionly once caught a goof. (Illus-
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it. . .and buy it whenever I see it for ‘The blue-eyed vampire, sated at her
sale. And, just recently, my wife and I feast/Smiles bloodily against the rising
have taken to asking for it every time moon.' The moon was full, and it was
we pass a newsstand, and tell the dealer touching the horizon—so that vampire
all about it, suggesting he order it. One must have worked fast. Which has
weekend of. .shopping we did this at
. nothing to do with the beauty and
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Times Square and Herald Square and
Fourteenth Street areas. A young Lovecraft Club
friend of ours, Scott Bizar, has taken to
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It may not do much good; but it sure Assistant Professor at Georgia South-
can’t hurt.” IFe thank Lin Carter for his westeni College writes: “We have at
comments—and hope other of our our college an active Miskatonic Liter-
readers will continue to “talk up" WT. ary Circle with over 50 members
interested in Lovecraft and weird
Reprint Suggestions fiction in general. .The best out of the
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the magazine that I was absolutely out
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otherwise attractive cover. fantasy were being reprinted in WEIRD
“Also, your use of type of the story TALES Magazine.”
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flavor to the stories. This would be —
Calgary maybe we can have a Calgary
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“Lastly, and I think you know this,
more artwork would be much appre- Miriam Allen deFord of San Fran-
ciated. Good artwork. Don’t make the cisco, writes some fascinating back-
mistake of COVEN 13 and some of the ground on her story Ghostly Hands,
art in the other new horror maga- which appeared with her new story The
zines. .Perhaps some of the old WT
. Cats of Rome, in our last issue; “Be-
artists could be persuaded to return, lieve me. Ghostly Hands is a greater
like Lee Brown Coye and Frank Upatel. mystery than you know! I never heard
But, if it comes to the point of using of TALES OF MAGIC AND MYS-
poorer quality art, I would rather see TERY. The story was originally called
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The Neatness of Ann Rutledge (they Smith Pastiches
chopped off the final “e”), and it
appeared defunct magazine called
in a Tim Salmen, Napervillte, 111., writes
the WESTMINSTER sometime about “A criticism about your Fall issue.
1924. TALES OF MAGIC AND Although Lin Carter is really quite a
MYSTERY apparently just swiped it sword and sorcery writer and a truly
without notifying them or me—or pay- erudite editor and informant on the
ing for it. They changed Ann’s name to subject of fantasy (as evidenced by his
Jane—I’d forgotten about Lincoln’s fascinating series in the Ballantine
The idea of the self-smoothed
first love. Adulty Fantasy group), I would argue
grave used later in a much better
I about his capability in writing the stuff,
story, Old Man Morgan's Grave, which and especially in finishing it. His post-
was published some years later.” humous collaboration with Clark Ash-
ton Smith got a little unwieldy at
Likes Hodgson times, and at other times downright
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J. Eric Holmes, M.D., Los Angeles, that this was not specifically begun by
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remember the magazine from the ‘good Smith’s past works, I would just say
old days’ are more than delighted to see that it arose from over-zealous attempts
it back. In particular I want to thank to imitate Smith’s style.”
you for printing your articles on Wil-
liam Hope Hodgson. This is a fascinating Long Time Fan
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the magazine.” get back issues of WT. They sold for a
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