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_ The conversation after this was of such a desultory order that I do
not quite recollect it. For some reason, perhaps from a desire to keep
her identity and character in reserve, Ayesha did not talk freely, as
she usually did. Presently, however, she informed Leo that she had
arranged a dance that night for our amusement. I was astonished to
hear this, as I fancied that the Amahagger were much too gloomy a folk
to indulge in any such frivolity; but, as will presently more clearly
appear, it turned out that an Amahagger dance has little in common
with such fantastic festivities in other countries, savage or
civilised. Then, as we were about to withdraw, she suggested that Leo
might like to see some of the wonders of the caves, and as he gladly
assented thither we departed, accompanied by Job and Billali. To
describe our visit would only be to repeat a great deal of what I have
already said. The tombs we entered were indeed different, for the
whole rock was a honeycomb of sepulchres,[*] but the contents were
nearly always similar. Afterwards we visited the pyramid of bones that
had haunted my dreams on the previous night, and from thence went down
a long passage to one of the great vaults occupied by the bodies of
the poorer citizens of Imperial Kôr. These bodies were not nearly so
well preserved as were those of the wealthier classes. Many of them
had no linen covering on them, also they were buried from five hundred
to one thousand in a single large vault, the corpses in some instances
being thickly piled one upon another, like a heap of slain.
[*] For a long while it puzzled me to know what could have been done
with the enormous quantities of rock that must have been dug out
of these vast caves; but I afterwards discovered that it was for
the most part built into the walls and palaces of Kôr, and also
used to line the reservoirs and sewers.--L. H. H.
Leo was of course intensely interested in this stupendous and
unequalled sight, which was, indeed, enough to awake all the
imagination a man had in him into the most active life. But to poor
Job it did not prove attractive. His nerves--already seriously shaken
by what he had undergone since we had arrived in this terrible country
--were, as may be imagined, still further disturbed by the spectacle
of these masses of departed humanity, whereof the forms still remained
perfect before his eyes, though their voices were for ever lost in the
eternal silence of the tomb. Nor was he comforted when old Billali, by
way of soothing his evident agitation, informed him that he should not
be frightened of these dead things, as he would soon be like them
himself.
"There's a nice thing to say of a man, sir," he ejaculated, when I
translated this little remark; "but there, what can one expect of an
old man-eating savage? Not but what I dare say he's right," and Job
sighed.
When we had finished inspecting the caves, we returned and had our
meal, for it was now past four in the afternoon, and we all--
especially Leo--needed some food and rest. At six o'clock we, together
with Job, waited on Ayesha, who set to work to terrify our poor
servant still further by showing him pictures on the pool of water in
the font-like vessel. She learnt from me that he was one of seventeen
children, and then bid him think of all his brothers and sisters, or
as many of them as he could, gathered together in his father's
cottage. Then she told him to look in the water, and there, reflected
from its stilly surface, was that dead scene of many years gone by, as
it was recalled to our retainer's brain. Some of the faces were clear
enough, but some were mere blurs and splotches, or with one feature
grossly exaggerated; the fact being that, in these instances, Job had
been unable to recall the exact appearances of the individuals, or
remembered them only by a peculiarity of his tribe, and the water
could only reflect what he saw with his mind's eye. For it must be
remembered that /She's/ power in this matter was strictly limited; she
could apparently, except in very rare instances, only photograph upon
the water what was actually in the mind of some one present, and then
only by his will. But, if she was personally acquainted with a
locality, she could, as in the case of ourselves and the whale-boat,
throw its reflection upon the water, and also, it seems, the
reflection of anything extraneous that was passing there at the time.
This power, however, did not extend to the minds of others. For
instance, she could show me the interior of my college chapel, as I
remembered it, but not as it was at the moment of reflection; for,
where other people were concerned, her art was strictly limited to the
facts or memories present to /their/ consciousness at the moment. So
much was this so that when we tried, for her amusement, to show her
pictures of noted buildings, such as St. Paul's or the Houses of
Parliament, the result was most imperfect; for, of course, though we
had a good general idea of their appearance, we could not recall all
the architectural details, and therefore the minutiæ necessary to a
perfect reflection were wanting. But Job could not be got to
understand this, and, so far from accepting a natural explanation of
the matter, which was after all, though strange enough in all
conscience, nothing more than an instance of glorified and perfected
telepathy, he set the whole thing down as a manifestation of the
blackest magic. I shall never forget the howl of terror which he
uttered when he saw the more or less perfect portraits of his long-
scattered brethren staring at him from the quiet water, or the merry
peal of laughter with which Ayesha greeted his consternation. As for
Leo, he did not altogether like it either, but ran his fingers through
his yellow curls, and remarked that it gave him the creeps.
After about an hour of this amusement, in the latter part of which Job
did /not/ participate, the mutes by signs indicated that Billali was
waiting for an audience. Accordingly he was told to "crawl up," which
he did as awkwardly as usual, and announced that the dance was ready
to begin if /She/ and the white strangers would be pleased to attend.
Shortly afterwards we all rose, and, Ayesha having thrown a dark cloak
(the same, by the way, that she had worn when I saw her cursing by the
fire) over her white wrappings, we started. The dance was to be held
in the open air, on the smooth rocky plateau in front of the great
cave, and thither we made our way. About fifteen paces from the mouth
of the cave we found three chairs placed, and here we sat and waited,
for as yet no dancers were to be seen. The night was almost, but not
quite, dark, the moon not having risen as yet, which made us wonder
how we should be able to see the dancing.
"Thou wilt presently understand," said Ayesha, with a little laugh,
when Leo asked her; and we certainly did. Scarcely were the words out
of her mouth when from every point we saw dark forms rushing up, each
bearing with him what we at first took to be an enormous flaming
torch. Whatever they were, they were burning furiously, for the flames
stood out a yard or more behind each bearer. On they came, fifty or
more of them, carrying their flaming burdens and looking like so many
devils from hell. Leo was the first to discover what these burdens
were.
"Great heaven!" he said, "they are corpses on fire!"
I stared and stared again--he was perfectly right--the torches that
were to light our entertainment were human mummies from the caves!
On rushed the bearers of the flaming corpses, and, meeting at a spot
about twenty paces in front of us, built their ghastly burdens
crossways into a huge bonfire. Heavens! how they roared and flared! No
tar barrel could have burnt as those mummies did. Nor was this all.
Suddenly I saw one great fellow seize a flaming human arm that had
fallen from its parent frame, and rush off into the darkness.
Presently he stopped, and a tall streak of fire shot up into the air,
illumining the gloom, and also the lamp from which it sprang. That
lamp was the mummy of a woman tied to a stout stake let into the rock,
and he had fired her hair. On he went a few paces and touched a
second, then a third, and a fourth, till at last we were surrounded on
all three sides by a great ring of bodies flaring furiously, the
material with which they were preserved having rendered them so
inflammable that the flames would literally spout out of the ears and
mouth in tongues of fire a foot or more in length.
Nero illuminated his gardens with live Christians soaked in tar, and
we were now treated to a similar spectacle, probably for the first
time since his day, only happily our lamps were not living ones.
But, although this element of horror was fortunately wanting, to
describe the awful and hideous grandeur of the spectacle thus
presented to us is, I feel, so absolutely beyond my poor powers that I
scarcely dare attempt it. To begin with, it appealed to the moral as
well as the physical susceptibilities. There was something very
terrible, and yet very fascinating, about the employment of the remote
dead to illumine the orgies of the living; in itself the thing was a
satire, both on the living and the dead. Cæsar's dust--or is it
Alexander's?--may stop a bunghole, but the functions of these dead
Cæsars of the past was to light up a savage fetish dance. To such base
uses may we come, of so little account may we be in the minds of the
eager multitudes that we shall breed, many of whom, so far from
revering our memory, will live to curse us for begetting them into
such a world of woe.
Then there was the physical side of the spectacle, and a weird and
splendid one it was. Those old citizens of Kôr burnt as, to judge from
their sculptures and inscriptions, they had lived, very fast, and with
the utmost liberality. What is more, there were plenty of them. As
soon as ever a mummy had burnt down to the ankles, which it did in
about twenty minutes, the feet were kicked away, and another one put
in its place. The bonfire was kept going on the same generous scale,
and its flames shot up, with a hiss and a crackle, twenty or thirty
feet into the air, throwing great flashes of light far out into the
gloom, through which the dark forms of the Amahagger flitted to and
fro like devils replenishing the infernal fires. We all stood and
stared aghast--shocked, and yet fascinated at so strange a spectacle,
and half expecting to see the spirits those flaming forms had once
enclosed come creeping from the shadows to work vengeance on their
desecrators.
"I promised thee a strange sight, my Holly," laughed Ayesha, whose
nerves alone did not seem to be affected; "and, behold, I have not
failed thee. Also, it hath its lesson. Trust not to the future, for
who knows what the future may bring! Therefore, live for the day, and
endeavour not to escape the dust which seems to be man's end. What
thinkest thou those long-forgotten nobles and ladies would have felt
had they known that they should one day flare to light the dance or
boil the pot of savages? But see, here come the dancers; a merry crew
--are they not? The stage is lit--now for the play."
As she spoke, we perceived two lines of figures, one male and the
other female, to the number of about a hundred, each advancing round
the human bonfire, arrayed only in the usual leopard and buck skins.
They formed up, in perfect silence, in two lines, facing each other
between us and the fire, and then the dance--a sort of infernal and
fiendish cancan--began. To describe it is quite impossible, but,
though there was a good deal of tossing of legs and double-shuffling,
it seemed to our untutored minds to be more of a play than a dance,
and, as usual with this dreadful people, whose minds seem to have
taken their colour from the caves in which they live, and whose jokes
and amusements are drawn from the inexhaustible stores of preserved
mortality with which they share their homes, the subject appeared to
be a most ghastly one. I know that it represented an attempted murder
first of all, and then the burial alive of the victim and his
struggling from the grave; each act of the abominable drama, which was
carried on in perfect silence, being rounded off and finished with a
furious and most revolting dance round the supposed victim, who
writhed upon the ground in the red light of the bonfire.
Presently, however, this pleasing piece was interrupted. Suddenly
there was a slight commotion, and a large powerful woman, whom I had
noted as one of the most vigorous of the dancers, came, made mad and
drunken with unholy excitement, bounding and staggering towards us,
shrieking out as she came:--
"I want a Black Goat, I must have a Black Goat, bring me a Black
Goat!" and down she fell upon the rocky floor foaming and writhing,
and shrieking for a Black Goat, about as hideous a spectacle as can
well be conceived.
Instantly most of the dancers came up and got round her, though some
still continued their capers in the background.
"She has got a Devil," called out one of them. "Run and get a black
goat. There, Devil, keep quiet! keep quiet! You shall have the goat
presently. They have gone to fetch it, Devil."
"I want a Black Goat, I must have a Black Goat!" shrieked the foaming
rolling creature again.
"All right, Devil, the goat will be here presently; keep quiet,
there's a good Devil!"
And so on till the goat, taken from a neighbouring kraal, did at last
arrive, being dragged bleating on to the scene by its horns.
"Is it a Black One, is it a Black One?" shrieked the possessed.
"Yes, yes, Devil, as black as night;" then aside, "keep it behind
thee, don't let the Devil see that it has got a white spot on its rump
and another on its belly. In one minute, Devil. There, cut his throat
quick. Where is the saucer?"
"The Goat! the Goat! the Goat! Give me the blood of my black goat! I
must have it, don't you see I must have it? Oh! oh! oh! give me the
blood of the goat."
At this moment a terrified /bah!/ announced that the poor goat had
been sacrificed, and the next minute a woman ran up with a saucer full
of blood. This the possessed creature, who was then raving and foaming
her wildest, seized and /drank/, and was instantly recovered, and
without a trace of hysteria, or fits, or being possessed, or whatever
dreadful thing it was she was suffering from. She stretched her arms,
smiled faintly, and walked quietly back to the dancers, who presently
withdrew in a double line as they had come, leaving the space between
us and the bonfire deserted.
I thought that the entertainment was now over, and, feeling rather
queer, was about to ask /She/ if we could rise, when suddenly what at
first I took to be a baboon came hopping round the fire, and was
instantly met upon the other side by a lion, or rather a human being
dressed in a lion's skin. Then came a goat, then a man wrapped in an
ox's hide, with the horns wobbling about in a ludicrous way. After him
followed a blesbok, then an impala, then a koodoo, then more goats,
and many other animals, including a girl sewn up in the shining scaly
hide of a boa-constrictor, several yards of which trailed along the
ground behind her. When all the beasts had collected they began to
dance about in a lumbering, unnatural fashion, and to imitate the
sounds produced by the respective animals they represented, till the
whole air was alive with roars and bleating and the hissing of snakes.
This went on for a long time, till, getting tired of the pantomime, I
asked Ayesha if there would be any objection to Leo and myself walking
round to inspect the human torches, and, as she had nothing to say
against it, we started, striking round to the left. After looking at
one or two of the flaming bodies, we were about to return, thoroughly
disgusted with the grotesque weirdness of the spectacle, when our
attention was attracted by one of the dancers, a particularly active
leopard, that had separated itself from its fellow-beasts, and was
whisking about in our immediate neighbourhood, but gradually drawing
into a spot where the shadow was darkest, equidistant between two of
the flaming mummies. Drawn by curiosity, we followed it, when suddenly
it darted past us into the shadows beyond, and as it did so erected
itself and whispered, "Come," in a voice that we both recognised as
that of Ustane. Without waiting to consult me Leo turned and followed
her into the outer darkness, and I, feeling sick enough at heart, went
after them. The leopard crawled on for about fifty paces--a sufficient
distance to be quite beyond the light of the fire and torches--and
then Leo came up with it, or, rather, with Ustane.
"Oh, my lord," I heard her whisper, "so I have found thee! Listen. I
am in peril of my life from '/She-who-must-be-obeyed/.' Surely the
Baboon has told thee how she drove me from thee? I love thee, my lord,
and thou art mine according to the custom of the country. I saved thy
life! My Lion, wilt thou cast me off now?"
"Of course not," ejaculated Leo; "I have been wondering whither thou
hadst gone. Let us go and explain matters to the Queen."
"Nay, nay, she would slay us. Thou knowest not her power--the Baboon
there, he knoweth, for he saw. Nay, there is but one way: if thou wilt
cleave to me, thou must flee with me across the marshes even now, and
then perchance we may escape."
"For Heaven's sake, Leo," I began, but she broke in--
"Nay, listen not to him. Swift--be swift--death is in the air we
breathe. Even now, mayhap, /She/ heareth us," and without more ado she
proceeded to back her arguments by throwing herself into his arms. As
she did so the leopard's head slipped from her hair, and I saw the
three white finger-marks upon it, gleaming faintly in the starlight.
Once more realising the desperate nature of the position, I was about
to interpose, for I knew that Leo was not too strong-minded where
women were concerned, when--oh! horror!--I heard a little silvery
laugh behind me. I turned round, and there was /She/ herself, and with
her Billali and two male mutes. I gasped and nearly sank to the
ground, for I knew that such a situation must result in some dreadful
tragedy, of which it seemed exceedingly probable to me that I should
be the first victim. As for Ustane, she untwined her arms and covered
her eyes with her hands, while Leo, not knowing the full terror of the
position, merely covered up, and looked as foolish as a man caught in
such a trap would naturally do. _
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