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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +The Moon Endureth + +Tales and Fancies by John Buchan + + + +Contents + +From the Pentlands looking North and South + + +I The Company of the Marjolaine +Avignon 1759 + +II A Lucid Interval +The Shorter Catechism (revised version) + +III The Lemnian +Atta's song + +IV Space +Stocks and stones + +V Streams of water in the South +The Gipsy's song to the lady Cassilis + +VI The grove of Ashtaroth +Wood magic + +VII The riding of Ninemileburn +Plain Folk + +VIII The Kings of Orion +Babylon + +IX The green glen +The wise years + +X The rime of True Thomas + + + + +FROM THE PENTLANDS LOOKING NORTH AND SOUTH + + +Around my feet the clouds are drawn +In the cold mystery of the dawn; +No breezes cheer, no guests intrude +My mossy, mist-clad solitude; +When sudden down the steeps of sky +Flames a long, lightening wind. On high +The steel-blue arch shines clear, and far, +In the low lands where cattle are, +Towns smoke. And swift, a haze, a gleam,-- +The Firth lies like a frozen stream, +Reddening with morn. Tall spires of ships, +Like thorns about the harbour's lips, +Now shake faint canvas, now, asleep, +Their salt, uneasy slumbers keep; +While golden-grey, o'er kirk and wall, +Day wakes in the ancient capital. + + +Before me lie the lists of strife, +The caravanserai of life, +Whence from the gates the merchants go +On the world's highways; to and fro +Sail laiden ships; and in the street +The lone foot-traveller shakes his feet, +And in some corner by the fire +Tells the old tale of heart's desire. +Thither from alien seas and skies +Comes the far-questioned merchandise:-- +Wrought silks of Broussa, Mocha's ware +Brown-tinted, fragrant, and the rare +Thin perfumes that the rose's breath +Has sought, immortal in her death: +Gold, gems, and spice, and haply still +The red rough largess of the hill +Which takes the sun and bears the vines +Among the haunted Apennines. +And he who treads the cobbled street +To-day in the cold North may meet, +Come month, come year, the dusky East, +And share the Caliph's secret feast; +Or in the toil of wind and sun +Bear pilgrim-staff, forlorn, fordone, +Till o'er the steppe, athwart the sand +Gleam the far gates of Samarkand. +The ringing quay, the weathered face +Fair skies, dusk hands, the ocean race +The palm-girt isle, the frosty shore, +Gales and hot suns the wide world o'er +Grey North, red South, and burnished West +The goals of the old tireless quest, +Leap in the smoke, immortal, free, +Where shines yon morning fringe of sea +I turn, and lo! the moorlands high +Lie still and frigid to the sky. +The film of morn is silver-grey +On the young heather, and away, +Dim, distant, set in ribs of hill, +Green glens are shining, stream and mill, +Clachan and kirk and garden-ground, +All silent in the hush profound +Which haunts alone the hills' recess, +The antique home of quietness. +Nor to the folk can piper play +The tune of "Hills and Far Away," +For they are with them. Morn can fire +No peaks of weary heart's desire, +Nor the red sunset flame behind +Some ancient ridge of longing mind. +For Arcady is here, around, +In lilt of stream, in the clear sound +Of lark and moorbird, in the bold +Gay glamour of the evening gold, +And so the wheel of seasons moves +To kirk and market, to mild loves +And modest hates, and still the sight +Of brown kind faces, and when night +Draws dark around with age and fear +Theirs is the simple hope to cheer.-- +A land of peace where lost romance +And ghostly shine of helm and lance +Still dwell by castled scarp and lea, +And the last homes of chivalry, +And the good fairy folk, my dear, +Who speak for cunning souls to hear, +In crook of glen and bower of hill +Sing of the Happy Ages still. + + +O Thou to whom man's heart is known, +Grant me my morning orison. +Grant me the rover's path--to see +The dawn arise, the daylight flee, +In the far wastes of sand and sun! +Grant me with venturous heart to run +On the old highway, where in pain +And ecstasy man strives amain, +Conquers his fellows, or, too weak, +Finds the great rest that wanderers seek! +Grant me the joy of wind and brine, +The zest of food, the taste of wine, +The fighter's strength, the echoing strife +The high tumultuous lists of life-- +May I ne'er lag, nor hapless fall, +Nor weary at the battle-call!... +But when the even brings surcease, +Grant me the happy moorland peace; +That in my heart's depth ever lie +That ancient land of heath and sky, +Where the old rhymes and stories fall +In kindly, soothing pastoral. +There in the hills grave silence lies, +And Death himself wears friendly guise +There be my lot, my twilight stage, +Dear city of my pilgrimage. + + + +THE COMPANY OF THE MARJOLAINE + +I + +"Qu'est-c'qui passe ici si tard, + Compagnons de la Marjolaine," + +-CHANSONS DE FRANCE + + +...I came down from the mountain and into the pleasing valley of +the Adige in as pelting a heat as ever mortal suffered under. +The way underfoot was parched and white; I had newly come out of +a wilderness of white limestone crags, and a sun of Italy blazed +blindingly in an azure Italian sky. You are to suppose, my dear +aunt, that I had had enough and something more of my craze for +foot-marching. A fortnight ago I had gone to Belluno in a +post-chaise, dismissed my fellow to carry my baggage by way of +Verona, and with no more than a valise on my back plunged into +the fastnesses of those mountains. I had a fancy to see the +little sculptured hills which made backgrounds for Gianbellini, +and there were rumours of great mountains built wholly of marble +which shone like the battlements. + +...1 This extract from the unpublished papers of the Manorwater +family has seemed to the Editor worth printing for its historical +interest. The famous Lady Molly Carteron became Countess of +Manorwater by her second marriage. She was a wit and a friend of +wits, and her nephew, the Honourable Charles Hervey-Townshend +(afterwards our Ambassador at The Hague), addressed to her a +series of amusing letters while making, after the fashion of his +contemporaries, the Grand Tour of Europe. Three letters, written +at various places in the Eastern Alps and despatched from Venice, +contain the following short narrative.... + +of the Celestial City. So at any rate reported young Mr. +Wyndham, who had travelled with me from Milan to Venice. I lay +the first night at Pieve, where Titian had the fortune to be +born, and the landlord at the inn displayed a set of villainous +daubs which he swore were the early works of that master. Thence +up a toilsome valley I journeyed to the Ampezzan country, valley +where indeed I saw my white mountains, but, alas! no longer +Celestial. For it rained like Westmorland for five endless days, +while I kicked my heels in an inn and turned a canto of Aristo +into halting English couplets. By-and-by it cleared, and I +headed westward towards Bozen, among the tangle of rocks where +the Dwarf King had once his rose-garden. The first night I had +no inn but slept in the vile cabin of a forester, who spoke a +tongue half Latin, half Dutch, which I failed to master. The +next day was a blaze of heat, the mountain-paths lay thick with +dust, and I had no wine from sunrise to sunset. Can you wonder +that, when the following noon I saw Santa Chiara sleeping in its +green circlet of meadows, my thought was only of a deep draught +and a cool chamber? I protest that I am a great lover of natural +beauty, of rock and cascade, and all the properties of the poet: +but the enthusiasm of Rousseau himself would sink from the stars +to earth if he had marched since breakfast in a cloud of dust +with a throat like the nether millstone. + +Yet I had not entered the place before Romance revived. The +little town--a mere wayside halting-place on the great +mountain-road to the North--had the air of mystery which +foretells adventure. Why is it that a dwelling or a countenance +catches the fancy with the promise of some strange destiny? I +have houses in my mind which I know will some day and somehow be +intertwined oddly with my life; and I have faces in memory of +which I know nothing--save that I shall undoubtedly cast eyes +again upon them. My first glimpses of Santa Chiara gave me this +earnest of romance. It was walled and fortified, the streets +were narrow pits of shade, old tenements with bent fronts swayed +to meet each other. Melons lay drying on flat roofs, and yet now +and then would come a high-pitched northern gable. Latin and +Teuton met and mingled in the place, and, as Mr. Gibbon has +taught us, the offspring of this admixture is something fantastic +and unpredictable. I forgot my grievous thirst and my tired feet +in admiration and a certain vague expectation of wonders. Here, +ran my thought, it is fated, maybe, that romance and I shall at +last compass a meeting. Perchance some princess is in need of my +arm, or some affair of high policy is afoot in this jumble of old +masonry. You will laugh at my folly, but I had an excuse for +it. A fortnight in strange mountains disposes a man to look for +something at his next encounter with his kind, and the sight of +Santa Chiara would have fired the imagination of a judge in +Chancery. + +I strode happily into the courtyard of the Tre Croci, and +presently had my expectation confirmed for I found my fellow,--a +faithful rogue I got in Rome on a Cardinal's recommendation,--hot +in dispute with a lady's maid. The woman was old, +harsh-featured--no Italian clearly, though she spoke fluently in +the tongue. She rated my man like a pickpocket, and the dispute +was over a room. + +"The signor will bear me out," said Gianbattista. "Was not I +sent to Verona with his baggage, and thence to this place of ill +manners? Was I not bidden engage for him a suite of apartments? +Did I not duly choose these fronting on the gallery, and +dispose therein the signor's baggage? And lo! an hour ago I +found it all turned into the yard and this woman installed in its +place. It is monstrous, unbearable! Is this an inn for +travellers, or haply the private mansion of these Magnificences?" + +"My servant speaks truly," I said firmly yet with courtesy, +having no mind to spoil adventure by urging rights. "He had +orders to take these rooms for me, and I know not what higher +power can countermand me." + +The woman had been staring at me scornfully, for no doubt in my +dusty habit I was a figure of small count; but at the sound of +my voice she started, and cried out, "You are English, signor?" + +I bowed an admission. "Then my mistress shall speak with you," +she said, and dived into the inn like an elderly rabbit. + +Gianbattista was for sending for the landlord and making a riot +in that hostelry; but I stayed him, and bidding him fetch me a +flask of white wine, three lemons, and a glass of eau de vie, I +sat down peaceably at one of the little tables in the courtyard +and prepared for the quenching of my thirst. Presently, as I sat +drinking that excellent compound of my own invention, my shoulder +was touched, and I turned to find the maid and her mistress. +Alas for my hopes of a glorious being, young and lissom and +bright with the warm riches of the south! I saw a short, stout +little lady, well on the wrong side of thirty. She had plump red +cheeks, and fair hair dressed indifferently in the Roman fashion. +Two candid blue eyes redeemed her plainness, and a certain grave +and gentle dignity. She was notably a gentlewoman, so I got up, +doffed my hat, and awaited her commands. + +She spoke in Italian. "Your pardon,signor, but I fear my good +Cristine has done you unwittingly a wrong." + +Cristine snorted at this premature plea of guilty, while I +hastened to assure the fair apologist that any rooms I might have +taken were freely at her service. + +I spoke unconsciously in English, and she replied in a halting +parody of that tongue. "I understand him," she said, "but I do +not speak him happily. I will discourse, if the signor pleases, +in our first speech." + +She and her father, it appeared, had come over the Brenner, and +arrived that morning at the Tre Croci, where they purposed to lie +for some days. He was an old man, very feeble, and much +depending upon her constant care. Wherefore it was necessary +that the rooms of all the party should adjoin, and there was no +suite of the size in the inn save that which I had taken. Would +I therefore consent to forgo my right, and place her under an +eternal debt? + +I agreed most readily, being at all times careless where I sleep, +so the bed be clean, or where I eat, so the meal be good. I bade +my servant see the landlord and have my belongings carried to +other rooms. Madame thanked me sweetly, and would have gone, +when a thought detained her. + +"It is but courteous," she said, "that you should know the names +of those whom you have befriended. My father is called the Count +d'Albani, and I am his only daughter. We travel to Florence, +where we have a villa in the environs." + +"My name," said I, "is Hervey-Townshend, an Englishman +travelling abroad for his entertainment." + +"Hervey?" she repeated. "Are you one of the family of Miladi +Hervey?" + +"My worthy aunt," I replied, with a tender recollection of that +preposterous woman. + +Madame turned to Cristine, and spoke rapidly in a whisper. + +"My father, sir," she said, addressing me, "is an old frail man, +little used to the company of strangers; but in former days he +has had kindness from members of your house, and it would be a +satisfaction to him, I think, to have the privilege of your +acquaintance." + +She spoke with the air of a vizier who promises a traveller a +sight of the Grand Turk. I murmured my gratitude, and hastened +after Gianbattista. In an hour I had bathed, rid myself of my +beard, and arrayed myself in decent clothing. Then I strolled +out to inspect the little city, admired an altar-piece, chaffered +with a Jew for a cameo, purchased some small necessaries, and +returned early in the afternoon with a noble appetite for dinner. + +The Tre Croci had been in happier days a Bishop's lodging, and +possessed a dining-hall ceiled with black oak and adorned with +frescos. It was used as a general salle a manger for all +dwellers in the inn, and there accordingly I sat down to my +long-deferred meal. At first there were no other diners, and I +had two maids, as well as Gianbattista, to attend on my wants. +Presently Madame d'Albani entered, escorted by Cristine and by a +tall gaunt serving-man, who seemed no part of the hostelry. The +landlord followed, bowing civilly, and the two women seated +themselves at the little table at the farther end. "Il Signor +Conte dines in his room," said Madame to the host, who withdrew +to see to that gentleman's needs. + +I found my eyes straying often to the little party in the cool +twilight of that refectory. The man-servant was so old and +battered, and of such a dignity, that he lent a touch of intrigue +to the thing. He stood stiffly behind Madame's chair, handing +dishes with an air of great reverence--the lackey of a great +noble, if I had ever seen the type. Madame never glanced toward +me, but conversed sparingly with Cristine, while she pecked +delicately at her food. Her name ran in my head with a +tantalizing flavour of the familiar. Albani! D'Albani! It was +a name not uncommon in the Roman States, but I had never heard it +linked to a noble family. And yet I had somehow, somewhere; and +in the vain effort at recollection I had almost forgotten my +hunger. There was nothing bourgeois in the little lady. The +austere servants, the high manner of condescension, spake of a +stock used to deference, though, maybe, pitifully decayed in its +fortunes. There was a mystery in these quiet folk which tickled +my curiosity. Romance after all was not destined to fail me at +Santa Chiara. + +My doings of the afternoon were of interest to me alone. Suffice +it to say that when at nightfall I found Gianbattista the trustee +of a letter. It was from Madame, written in a fine thin hand on +a delicate paper, and it invited me to wait upon the signor her +father, that evening at eight o'clock. What caught my eye was a +coronet stamped in a corner. A coronet, I say, but in truth it +was a crown, the same as surmounts the Arms Royal of England on +the sign-board of a Court tradesman. I marvelled at the ways of +foreign heraldry. Either this family of d'Albani had higher +pretensions than I had given it credit for, or it employed an +unlearned and imaginative stationer. I scribbled a line of +acceptance and went to dress. + +The hour of eight found me knocking at the Count's door. The +grim serving-man admitted me to the pleasant chamber which should +have been mine own. A dozen wax candles burned in sconces, and +on the table among fruits and the remains of supper stood a +handsome candelabra of silver. A small fire of logs had been lit +on the hearth, and before it in an armchair sat a strange figure +of a man. He seemed not so much old as aged. I should have put +him at sixty, but the marks he bore were clearly less those of +time than of life. There sprawled before me the relics of noble +looks. The fleshy nose, the pendulous cheek, the drooping mouth, +had once been cast in looks of manly beauty. Heavy eyebrows +above and heavy bags beneath spoiled the effect of a choleric +blue eye, which age had not dimmed. The man was gross and yet +haggard; it was not the padding of good living which clothed his +bones, but a heaviness as of some dropsical malady. I could +picture him in health a gaunt loose-limbed being, high-featured +and swift and eager. He was dressed wholly in black velvet, with +fresh ruffles and wristbands, and he wore heeled shoes with +antique silver buckles. It was a figure of an older age which +rose to greet me, in one hand a snuff-box and a purple +handkerchief, and in the other a book with finger marking place. +He made me a great bow as Madame uttered my name, and held out a +hand with a kindly smile. + +"Mr. Hervey-Townshend," he said, "we will speak English, if you +please. I am fain to hear it again, for 'tis a tongue I love. I +make you welcome, sir, for your own sake and for the sake of your +kin. How is her honourable ladyship, your aunt? A week ago she +sent me a letter." + +I answered that she did famously, and wondered what cause of +correspondence my worthy aunt could have with wandering nobles of +Italy. + +He motioned me to a chair between Madame and himself, while a +servant set a candle on a shelf behind him. Then he proceeded to +catechise me in excellent English, with now and then a phrase of +French, as to the doings in my own land. Admirably informed this +Italian gentleman proved himself. I defy you to find in Almack's +more intelligent gossip. He inquired as to the chances of my +Lord North and the mind of my Lord Rockingham. He had my Lord +Shelburne's foibles at his fingers' ends. The habits of the +Prince, the aims of the their ladyships of Dorset and Buckingham, +the extravagance of this noble Duke and that right honourable +gentleman were not hid from him. I answered discreetly yet +frankly, for there was no ill-breeding in his curiosity. Rather +it seemed like the inquiries of some fine lady, now buried deep +in the country, as to the doings of a forsaken Mayfair. There +was humour in it and something of pathos. + +"My aunt must be a voluminous correspondent, sir," I said. + +He laughed, "I have many friends in England who write to me, but +I have seen none of them for long, and I doubt I may never see +them again. Also in my youth I have been in England." And he +sighed as at sorrowful recollection. + +Then he showed the book in his hand. "See," he said, "here is +one of your English writings, the greatest book I have ever +happened on." It was a volume of Mr. Fielding. For a little he +talked of books and poets. He admired Mr. Fielding profoundly, +Dr. Smollet somewhat less, Mr. Richardson not at all. But he was +clear that England had a monopoly of good writers, saving only my +friend M. Rousseau, whom he valued, yet with reservations. Of +the Italians he had no opinion. I instanced against him the +plays of Signor Alfieri. He groaned, shook his head, and grew +moody. + +"Know you Scotland?" he asked suddenly. + +I replied that I had visited Scotch cousins, but had no great +estimation for the country. "It is too poor and jagged," I said, +"for the taste of one who loves colour and sunshine and suave +outlines." He sighed. "It is indeed a bleak land, but a kindly. +When the sun shines at all he shines on the truest hearts in the +world. I love its bleakness too. There is a spirit in the misty +hills and the harsh sea-wind which inspires men to great deeds. +Poverty and courage go often together, and my Scots, if they are +poor, are as untamable as their mountains." + +"You know the land, sir?" I asked. + +"I have seen it, and I have known many Scots. You will find them +in Paris and Avignon and Rome, with never a plack in their +pockets. I have a feeling for exiles, sir, and I have pitied +these poor people. They gave their all for the cause they +followed." + +Clearly the Count shared my aunt's views of history--those views +which have made such sport for us often at Carteron. Stalwart +Whig as I am, there was something in the tone of the old +gentleman which made me feel a certain majesty in the lost cause. + +"I am Whig in blood and Whig in principle," I said,--"but I have +never denied that those Scots who followed the Chevalier were too +good to waste on so trumpery a leader." + +I had no sooner spoken the words than I felt that somehow I had +been guilty of a betise. + +"It may be so," said the Count. "I did not bid you here, sir, to +argue on politics, on which I am assured we should differ. But I +will ask you one question. The King of England is a stout +upholder of the right of kings. How does he face the defection +of his American possessions?" + +"The nation takes it well enough, and as for his Majesty's +feelings, there is small inclination to inquire into them. I +conceive of the whole war as a blunder out of which we have come +as we deserved. The day is gone by for the assertion of +monarchic rights against the will of a people." + +"May be. But take note that the King of England is suffering +to-day as--how do you call him?--the Chevalier suffered forty +years ago. 'The wheel has come full circle,' as your Shakespeare +says. Time has wrought his revenge." + +He was staring into a fire, which burned small and smokily. + +"You think the day for kings is ended. I read it differently. +The world will ever have need of kings. If a nation cast out one +it will have to find another. And mark you, those later kings, +created by the people, will bear a harsher hand than the old race +who ruled as of right. Some day the world will regret having +destroyed the kindly and legitimate line of monarchs and put in +their place tyrants who govern by the sword or by flattering an +idle mob. + +This belated dogma would at other times have set me laughing, but +the strange figure before me gave no impulse to merriment. I +glanced at Madame, and saw her face grave and perplexed, and I +thought I read a warning gleam in her eye. There was a mystery +about the party which irritated me, but good breeding forbade me +to seek a clue. + +"You will permit me to retire, sir," I said. "I have but this +morning come down from a long march among the mountains east of +this valley. Sleeping in wayside huts and tramping those sultry +paths make a man think pleasantly of bed." + +The Count seemed to brighten at my words. "You are a marcher, +sir, and love the mountains! Once I would gladly have joined +you, for in my youth I was a great walker in hilly places. Tell +me, now, how many miles will you cover in a day?" + +I told him thirty at a stretch. + +"Ah," he said, "I have done fifty, without food, over the +roughest and mossiest mountains. I lived on what I shot, and for +drink I had spring-water. Nay, I am forgetting. There was +another beverage, which I wager you have never tasted. Heard you +ever, sir, of that eau de vie which the Scots call usquebagh? +It will comfort a traveller as no thin Italian wine will comfort +him. By my soul, you shall taste it. Charlotte, my dear, bid +Oliphant fetch glasses and hot water and lemons. I will give Mr. +Hervey-Townshend a sample of the brew. You English are all +tetes-de-fer, sir, and are worthy of it." + +The old man's face had lighted up, and for the moment his air had +the jollity of youth. I would have accepted the entertainment +had I not again caught Madame's eye. It said, unmistakably and +with serious pleading, "Decline." I therefore made my excuses, +urged fatigue, drowsiness, and a delicate stomach, bade my host +good-night, and in deep mystification left the room. + +Enlightenment came upon me as the door closed. There in the +threshold stood the manservant whom they called Oliphant, erect +as a sentry on guard. The sight reminded me of what I had once +seen at Basle when by chance a Rhenish Grand Duke had shared the +inn with me. Of a sudden a dozen clues linked together--the +crowned notepaper, Scotland, my aunt Hervey's politics, the tale +of old wanderings. + +"Tell me," I said in a whisper, "who is the Count d'Albani, your +master?" and I whistled softly a bar of "Charlie is my +darling." + +"Ay," said the man, without relaxing a muscle of his grim face. +"It is the King of England--my king and yours." + + + +II + +In the small hours of the next morning I was awoke by a most +unearthly sound. It was as if all the cats on all the roofs of +Santa Chiara were sharpening their claws and wailing their +battle-cries. Presently out of the noise came a kind of +music--very slow, solemn, and melancholy. The notes ran up in +great flights of ecstasy, and sunk anon to the tragic deeps. In +spite of my sleepiness I was held spellbound and the musician had +concluded with certain barbaric grunts before I had the curiosity +to rise. It came from somewhere in the gallery of the inn, and +as I stuck my head out of my door I had a glimpse of Oliphant, +nightcap on head and a great bagpipe below his arm, stalking down +the corridor. + +The incident, for all the gravity of the music, seemed to give a +touch of farce to my interview of the past evening. I had gone +to bed with my mind full of sad stories of the deaths of kings. +Magnificence in tatters has always affected my pity more deeply +than tatters with no such antecedent, and a monarch out at elbows +stood for me as the last irony of our mortal life. Here was a +king whose misfortunes could find no parallel. He had been in +his youth the hero of a high adventure, and his middle age had +been spent in fleeting among the courts of Europe, and waiting as +pensioner on the whims of his foolish but regnant brethren. I +had heard tales of a growing sottishness, a decline in spirit, a +squalid taste in pleasures. Small blame, I had always thought, +to so ill-fated a princeling. And now I had chanced upon the +gentleman in his dotage, travelling with a barren effort at +mystery, attended by a sad-faced daughter and two ancient +domestics. It was a lesson in the vanity of human wishes which +the shallowest moralist would have noted. Nay, I felt more than +the moral. Something human and kindly in the old fellow had +caught my fancy. The decadence was too tragic to prose about, +the decadent too human to moralise on. I had left the chamber of +the--shall I say de jure King of England?--a sentimental adherent +of the cause. But this business of the bagpipes touched the +comic. To harry an old valet out of bed and set him droning on +pipes in the small hours smacked of a theatrical taste, or at +least of an undignified fancy. Kings in exile, if they wish to +keep the tragic air, should not indulge in such fantastic +serenades. + +My mind changed again when after breakfast I fell in with Madame +on the stair. She drew aside to let me pass, and then made as if +she would speak to me. I gave her good-morning, and, my mind +being full of her story, addressed her as "Excellency." + +"I see, sir," she said, " hat you know the truth. I have to ask +your forbearance for the concealment I practised yesterday. It +was a poor requital for your generosity, but is it one of the +shifts of our sad fortune. An uncrowned king must go in disguise +or risk the laughter of every stable-boy. Besides, we are too +poor to travel in state, even if we desired it." + +Honestly, I knew not what to say. I was not asked to sympathise, +having already revealed my politics, and yet the case cried out +for sympathy. You remember, my dear aunt, the good Lady Culham, +who was our Dorsetshire neighbour, and tried hard to mend my ways +at Carteron? This poor Duchess--for so she called herself--was +just such another. A woman made for comfort, housewifery, and +motherhood, and by no means for racing about Europe in charge of +a disreputable parent. I could picture her settled equably on a +garden seat with a lapdog and needlework, blinking happily over +green lawns and mildly rating an errant gardener. I could fancy +her sitting in a summer parlour, very orderly and dainty, writing +lengthy epistles to a tribe of nieces. I could see her +marshalling a household in the family pew, or riding serenely in +the family coach behind fat bay horses. But here, on an inn +staircase, with a false name and a sad air of mystery, she was +woefully out of place. I noted little wrinkles forming in the +corners of her eyes, and the ravages of care beginning in the +plump rosiness of her face. Be sure there was nothing appealing +in her mien. She spoke with the air of a great lady, to whom the +world is matter only for an afterthought. It was the facts that +appealed and grew poignant from her courage. + +"There is another claim upon your good nature," she said. +"Doubtless you were awoke last night by Oliphant's playing upon +the pipes. I rebuked the landlord for his insolence in +protesting, but to you, a gentleman and a friend, an explanation +is due. My father sleeps ill, and your conversation seems to +have cast him into a train of sad memories. It has been his +habit on such occasions to have the pipes played to him, since +they remind him of friends and happier days. It is a small +privilege for an old man, and he does not claim it often." + +I declared that the music had only pleased, and that I would +welcome its repetition. Where upon she left me with a little bow +and an invitation to join them that day at dinner, while I +departed into the town on my own errands. I returned before +midday, and was seated at an arbour in the garden, busy with +letters, when there hove in sight the gaunt figure of Oliphant. +He hovered around me, if such a figure can be said to hover, with +the obvious intention of addressing me. The fellow had caught my +fancy, and I was willing to see more of him. His face might have +been hacked out of grey granite, his clothes hung loosely on his +spare bones, and his stockined shanks would have done no +discredit to Don Quixote. There was no dignity in his air, only +a steady and enduring sadness. Here, thought I, is the one of +the establishment who most commonly meets the shock of the +world's buffets. I called him by name and asked him his desires. + +It appeared that he took me for a Jacobite, for he began a +rigmarole about loyalty and hard fortune. I hastened to correct +him, and he took the correction with the same patient despair +with which he took all things. 'Twas but another of the blows of +Fate. + +"At any rate," he said in a broad Scotch accent, "ye come of kin +that has helpit my maister afore this. I've many times heard +tell o' Herveys and Townshends in England, and a' folk said they +were on the richt side. Ye're maybe no a freend, but ye're a +freend's freend, or I wadna be speirin' at ye." + +I was amused at the prologue, and waited on the tale. It soon +came. Oliphant, it appeared, was the purse-bearer of the +household, and woeful straits that poor purse-bearer must have +been often put to. I questioned him as to his master's revenues, +but could get no clear answer. There were payments due next month +in Florence which would solve the difficulties for the winter, +but in the meantime expenditure had beaten income. Travelling +had cost much, and the Count must have his small comforts. The +result in plain words was that Oliphant had not the wherewithal +to frank the company to Florence; indeed, I doubted if he could +have paid the reckoning in Santa Chiara. A loan was therefore +sought from a friend's friend, meaning myself. + +I was very really embarrassed. Not that I would not have given +willingly, for I had ample resources at the moment and was +mightily concerned about the sad household. But I knew that the +little Duchess would take Oliphant's ears from his head if she +guessed that he had dared to borrow from me, and that, if I lent, +her back would for ever be turned against me. And yet, what +would follow on my refusal? In a day of two there would be a +pitiful scene with mine host, and as like as not some of their +baggage detained as security for payment. I did not love the +task of conspiring behind the lady's back, but if it could be +contrived 'twas indubitably the kindest course. I glared sternly +at Oliphant, who met me with his pathetic, dog-like eyes. + +"You know that your mistress would never consent to the request +you have made of me?" + +"I ken," he said humbly."But payin' is my job, and I simply +havena the siller. It's no the first time it has happened, and +it's a sair trial for them both to be flung out o' doors by a +foreign hostler because they canna meet his charges. But, sir, +if ye can lend to me, ye may be certain that her leddyship will +never, hear a word o't. Puir thing, she takes nae thocht o' +where the siller comes frae, ony mair than the lilies o' the +field." + +I became a conspirator. "You swear, Oliphant, by all you hold +sacred, to breathe nothing of this to your mistress, and if she +should suspect, to lie like a Privy Councillor?" + +A flicker of a smile crossed his face. "I'll lee like a Scotch +packman, and the Father o' lees could do nae mair. You need have +no fear for your siller, sir. I've aye repaid when I borrowed, +though you may have to wait a bittock." And the strange fellow +strolled off. + +At dinner no Duchess appeared till long after the appointed hour, +nor was there any sign of Oliphant. When she came at last with +Cristine, her eyes looked as if she had been crying, and she +greeted me with remote courtesy. My first thought was that +Oliphant had revealed the matter of the loan, but presently I +found that the lady's trouble was far different. Her father, it +seemed, was ill again with his old complaint. What that was I +did not ask, nor did the Duchess reveal it. + +We spoke in French, for I had discovered that this was her +favourite speech. There was no Oliphant to wait on us, and the +inn servants were always about, so it was well to have a tongue +they did not comprehend. The lady was distracted and sad. When +I inquired feelingly as to the general condition of her father's +health she parried the question, and when I offered my services +she disregarded my words. It was in truth a doleful meal, while +the faded Cristine sat like a sphinx staring into vacancy. I +spoke of England and of her friends, of Paris and Versailles, of +Avignon where she had spent some years, and of the amenities of +Florence, which she considered her home. But it was like talking +to a nunnery door. I got nothing but "It is indeed true, sir," +or "Do you say so, sir!" till my energy began to sink. Madame +perceived my discomfort, and, as she rose, murmured an apology. +"Pray forgive my distraction, but I am poor company when my +father is ill. I have a foolish mind, easily frightened. Nay, +nay!" she went on when I again offered help, "the illness is +trifling. It will pass off by to-morrow, or at the latest the +next day. Only I had looked forward to some ease at Santa +Chiara, and the promise is belied." + +As it chanced that evening, returning to the inn, I passed by the +north side where the windows of the Count's room looked over a +little flower-garden abutting on the courtyard. The dusk was +falling, and a lamp had been lit which gave a glimpse into the +interior. The sick man was standing by the window, his figure +flung into relief by the lamplight. If he was sick, his sickness +was of a curious type. His face was ruddy, his eye wild, and, +his wig being off, his scanty hair stood up oddly round his head. +He seemed to be singing, but I could not catch the sound through +the shut casement. Another figure in the room, probably +Oliphant, laid a hand on the Count's shoulder, drew him from the +window, and closed the shutter. + +It needed only the recollection of stories which were the +property of all Europe to reach a conclusion on the gentleman's +illness. The legitimate King of England was very drunk. + +As I went to my room that night I passed the Count's door. There +stood Oliphant as sentry, more grim and haggard than ever, and I +thought that his eye met mine with a certain intelligence. From +inside the room came a great racket. There was the sound of +glasses falling, then a string of oaths, English, French, and for +all I know, Irish, rapped out in a loud drunken voice. A pause, +and then came the sound of maudlin singing. It pursued me along +the gallery, an old childish song, delivered as if 'twere a +pot-house catch- + +"Qu'est-ce qui passe ici si tard, +Compagnons de la Marjolaine---" + +One of the late-going company of the Marjolaine hastened to bed. +This king in exile, with his melancholy daughter, was becoming +too much for him. + + +III + +It was just before noon next day that the travellers arrived. I +was sitting in the shady loggia of the inn, reading a volume of +De Thou, when there drove up to the door two coaches. Out of the +first descended very slowly and stiffly four gentlemen; out of +the second four servants and a quantity of baggage. As it +chanced there was no one about, the courtyard slept its sunny +noontide sleep, and the only movement was a lizard on the wall +and a buzz of flies by the fountain. Seeing no sign of the +landlord, one of the travellers approached me with a grave +inclination. + +"This is the inn called the Tre Croci, sir?" he asked. + +I said it was, and shouted on my own account for the host. +Presently that personage arrived with a red face and a short +wind, having ascended rapidly from his own cellar. He was awed +by the dignity of the travellers, and made none of his usual +protests of incapacity. The servants filed off solemnly with the +baggage, and the four gentlemen set themselves down beside me in +the loggia and ordered each a modest flask of wine. + +At first I took them for our countrymen, but as I watched them +the conviction vanished. All four were tall and lean beyond the +average of mankind. They wore suits of black, with antique +starched frills to their shirts; their hair was their own and +unpowdered. Massive buckles of an ancient pattern adorned their +square-toed shoes, and the canes they carried were like the yards +of a small vessel. They were four merchants, I had guessed, of +Scotland, maybe, or of Newcastle, but their voices were not +Scotch, and their air had no touch of commerce. Take the +heavy-browed preoccupation of a Secretary of State, add the +dignity of a bishop, the sunburn of a fox-hunter, and something +of the disciplined erectness of a soldier, and you may perceive +the manner of these four gentlemen. By the side of them my +assurance vanished. Compared with their Olympian serenity my +Person seemed fussy and servile. Even so, I mused, must Mr. +Franklin have looked when baited in Parliament by the Tory pack. +The reflection gave me the cue. Presently I caught from their +conversation the word "Washington," and the truth flashed upon +me. I was in the presence of four of Mr. Franklin's countrymen. +Having never seen an American in the flesh, I rejoiced at the +chance of enlarging my acquaintance. + +They brought me into the circle by a polite question as to the +length of road to Verona. Soon introductions followed. My name +intrigued them, and they were eager to learn of my kinship to +Uncle Charles. The eldest of the four, it appeared, was Mr. +Galloway out of Maryland. Then came two brothers, Sylvester by +name, of Pennsylvania, and last Mr. Fish, a lawyer of New York. +All four had campaigned in the late war, and all four were +members of the Convention, or whatever they call their +rough-and-ready parliament. They were modest in their behaviour, +much disinclined to speak of their past, as great men might be +whose reputation was world-wide. Somehow the names stuck in my +memory. I was certain that I had heard them linked with some +stalwart fight or some moving civil deed or some defiant +manifesto. The making of history was in their steadfast eye and +the grave lines of the mouth. Our friendship flourished mightily +in a brief hour, and brought me the invitation, willingly +accepted, to sit with them at dinner. + +There was no sign of the Duchess or Cristine or Oliphant. +Whatever had happened, that household to-day required all hands +on deck, and I was left alone with the Americans. In my day I +have supped with the Macaronies, I have held up my head at the +Cocoa Tree, I have avoided the floor at hunt dinners, I have +drunk glass to glass with Tom Carteron. But never before have I +seen such noble consumers of good liquor as those four gentlemen +from beyond the Atlantic. They drank the strong red Cyprus as if +it had been spring-water. "The dust of your Italian roads takes +some cleansing, Mr. Townshend," was their only excuse, but in +truth none was needed. The wine seemed only to thaw their iron +decorum. Without any surcease of dignity they grew +communicative, and passed from lands to peoples and from peoples +to constitutions. Before we knew it we were embarked upon high +politics. + +Naturally we did not differ on the war. Like me, they held it to +have been a grievous necessity. They had no bitterness against +England, only regrets for her blunders. Of his Majesty they +spoke with respect, of his Majesty's advisers with dignified +condemnation. They thought highly of our troops in America; +less highly of our generals. + +"Look you, sir," said Mr. Galloway, "in a war such as we have +witnessed the Almighty is the only strategist. You fight against +the forces of Nature, and a newcomer little knows that the +success or failure of every operation he can conceive depends not +upon generalship, but upon the confirmation of a vast country. +Our generals, with this in mind and with fewer men, could make +all your schemes miscarry. Had the English soldiers not been of +such stubborn stuff, we should have been victors from the first. +Our leader was not General Washington but General America, and +his brigadiers were forests, swamps, lakes, rivers, and high +mountains." + +"And now," I said, "having won, you have the greatest of human +experiments before you. Your business is to show that the Saxon +stock is adaptable to a republic." + +It seemed to me that they exchanged glances. + +"We are not pedants," said Mr. Fish, "and have no desire to +dispute about the form of a constitution. A people may be as +free under a king as under a senate. Liberty is not the lackey +of any type of government. + +These were strange words from a member of a race whom I had +thought wedded to the republicanism of Helvidius Priscus. + +"As a loyal subject of a monarchy," I said, "I must agree with +you. But your hands are tied, for I cannot picture the +establishment of a House of Washington and--if not, where are you +to turn for your sovereign?" + +Again a smile seemed to pass among the four. + +"We are experimenters, as you say, sir, and must go slowly. In +the meantime, we have an authority which keeps peace and property +safe. We are at leisure to cast our eyes round and meditate on +the future." + +"Then, gentlemen," said I, "you take an excellent way of +meditation in visiting this museum of old sovereignties. Here +you have the relics of any government you please--a dozen +republics, tyrannies, theocracies, merchant confederations, +kingdoms, and more than one empire. You have your choice. I am +tolerably familiar with the land, and if I can assist you I am at +your service." + +They thanked me gravely "We have letters," said Mr. Galloway; +"one in especial is to a gentleman whom we hope to meet in this +place. Have you heard in your travels of the Count of Albany?" + +"He has arrived," said I, "two days ago. Even now he is in the +chamber above us at dinner." + +The news interested them hugely. + +"You have seen him?" they cried. "What is he like?" + +"An elderly gentleman in poor health, a man who has travelled +much, and, I judge, has suffered something from fortune. He has +a fondness for the English, so you will be welcome, sirs; but he +was indisposed yesterday, and may still be unable to receive you. +His daughter travels with him and tends his old age." + +" And you--you have spoken with him?" + +"The night before last I was in his company. We talked of many +things, including the late war. He is somewhat of your opinion +on matters of government." + +The four looked at each other, and then Mr. Galloway rose. + +"I ask your permission, Mr. Townshend, to consult for a moment +with my friends. The matter is of some importance, and I would +beg you to await us." So saying, he led the others out of doors, +and I heard them withdraw to a corner of the loggia. Now, +thought I, there is something afoot, and my long-sought romance +approaches fruition. The company of the Marjolaine, whom the +Count had sung of, have arrived at last. + +Presently they returned and seated themselves at the table. + +"You can be of great assistance to us, Mr. Townshend, and we +would fain take you into our confidence. Are you aware who is +this Count of Albany?" + +I nodded. "It is a thin disguise to one familiar with history." + +"Have you reached any estimate of his character or capabilities? +You speak to friends, and, let me tell you, it is a matter which +deeply concerns the Count's interests." + +"I think him a kindly and pathetic old gentleman. He naturally +bears the mark of forty years' sojourn in the wilderness." + +Mr. Galloway took snuff. + +"We have business with him, but it is business which stands in +need of an agent. There is no one in the Count's suite with whom +we could discuss affairs?" + +"There is his daughter." + +"Ah, but she would scarcely suit the case. Is there no man--a +friend, and yet not a member of the family who can treat +with us?" + +I replied that I thought that I was the only being in Santa +Chiara who answered the description. + +"If you will accept the task, Mr. Townshend, you are amply +qualified. We will be frank with you and reveal our business. +We are on no less an errand than to offer the Count of Albany a +crown. + +I suppose I must have had some suspicion of their purpose, and +yet the revelation of it fell on me like a thunderclap. I could +only stare owlishly at my four grave gentlemen. + +Mr. Galloway went on unperturbed. "I have told you that in +America we are not yet republicans. There are those among us who +favour a republic, but they are by no means a majority. We have +got rid of a king who misgoverned us, but we have no wish to get +rid of kingship. We want a king of our own choosing, and we +would get with him all the ancient sanctions of monarchy. The +Count of Albany is of the most illustrious royal stock in +Europe--he is, if legitimacy goes for anything, the rightful King +of Britain. Now, if the republican party among us is to be +worsted, we must come before the nation with a powerful candidate +for their favour. You perceive my drift? What more potent appeal +to American pride than to say: 'We have got rid of King George; +we choose of our own free will the older line and King Charles'?" + +I said foolishly that I thought monarchy had had its day, and +that 'twas idle to revive it. + +"That is a sentiment well enough under a monarchical government; +but we, with a clean page to write upon, do not share it. You +know your ancient historians. Has not the repository of the +chief power always been the rock on which republicanism has +shipwrecked? If that power is given to the chief citizen, the +way is prepared for the tyrant. If it abides peacefully in a +royal house, it abides with cyphers who dignify, without +obstructing, a popular constitution. Do not mistake me, Mr. +Townshend. This is no whim of a sentimental girl, but the +reasoned conclusion of the men who achieved our liberty. There +is every reason to believe that General Washington shares our +views, and Mr. Hamilton, whose name you may know, is the inspirer +of our mission." + +"But the Count is an old man," I urged; for I knew not where to +begin in my exposition of the hopelessness of their errand. + +"By so much the better. We do not wish a young king who may be +fractious. An old man tempered by misfortune is what our purpose +demands." + +"He has also his failings. A man cannot lead his life for forty +years and retain all the virtues." + +At that one of the Sylvesters spoke sharply. "I have heard such +gossip, but I do not credit it. I have not forgotten Preston and +Derby." + +I made my last objection. "He has no posterity--legitimate +posterity--to carry on his line." + +The four gentlemen smiled. "That happens to be his chiefest +recommendation," said Mr. Galloway. "It enables us to take the +House of Stuart on trial. We need a breathing-space and leisure +to look around; but unless we establish the principle of +monarchy at once the republicans will forestall us. Let us get +our king at all costs, and during the remaining years of his life +we shall have time to settle the succession problem. + +"We have no wish to saddle ourselves for good with a race who +might prove burdensome. If King Charles fails he has no son, and +we can look elsewhere for a better monarch. You perceive the +reason of my view?" + +I did, and I also perceived the colossal absurdity of the whole +business. But I could not convince them of it, for they met my +objections with excellent arguments. Nothing save a sight of the +Count would, I feared, disillusion them. + +"You wish me to make this proposal on your behalf?" I asked. + +"We shall make the proposal ourselves, but we desire you to +prepare the way for us. He is an elderly man, and should first +be informed of our purpose." + +"There is one person whom I beg leave to consult--the Duchess, +his daughter. It may be that the present is an ill moment for +approaching the Count, and the affair requires her sanction." + +They agreed, and with a very perplexed mind I went forth to seek +the lady. The irony of the thing was too cruel, and my heart +ached for her. In the gallery I found Oliphant packing some very +shabby trunks, and when I questioned him he told me that the +family were to leave Santa Chiara on the morrow. Perchance the +Duchess had awakened to the true state of their exchequer, or +perchance she thought it well to get her father on the road again +as a cure for his ailment. + +I discovered Cristine, and begged for an interview with her +mistress on an urgent matter. She led me to the Duchess's room, +and there the evidence of poverty greeted me openly. All the +little luxuries of the menage had gone to the Count. The poor +lady's room was no better than a servant's garret, and the lady +herself sat stitching a rent in a travelling cloak. She rose to +greet me with alarm in her eyes. + +As briefly as I could I set out the facts of my amazing mission. +At first she seemed scarcely to hear me. "What do they want +with him?" she asked. "He can give them nothing. He is no +friend to the Americans or to any people who have deposed their +sovereign." Then, as she grasped my meaning, her face flushed. + +"It is a heartless trick, Mr. Townshend. I would fain think you +no party to it." + +"Believe me, dear madame, it is no trick. The men below are in +sober earnest. You have but to see their faces to know that +theirs is no wild adventure. I believe sincerely that they have +the power to implement their promise." + +"But it is madness. He is old and worn and sick. His day is +long past for winning a crown." + +"All this I have said, but it does not move them." And I told +her rapidly Mr. Galloway's argument. She fell into a muse. "At +the eleventh hour! Nay, too late, too late. Had he been twenty +years younger, what a stroke of fortune! Fate bears too hard on +us, too hard!" + +Then she turned to me fiercely. "You have no doubt heard, sir, +the gossip about my father, which is on the lips of every fool in +Europe. Let us have done with this pitiful make-believe. My +father is a sot. Nay, I do not blame him. I blame his enemies +and his miserable destiny. But there is the fact. Were he not +old, he would still be unfit to grasp a crown and rule over a +turbulent people. He flees from one city to another, but he +cannot flee from himself. That is his illness on which you +condoled with me yesterday." + +The lady's control was at breaking-point. Another moment and I +expected a torrent of tears. But they did not come. With a +great effort she regained her composure. + +"Well, the gentlemen must have an answer. You will tell them +that the Count, my father--nay--give him his true title if you +care--is vastly obliged to them for the honour they have done +him, but would decline on account of his age and infirmities. You +know how to phrase a decent refusal." + +"Pardon me," said I, "but I might give them that answer till +doomsday and never content them. They have not travelled many +thousand miles to be put off by hearsay evidence. Nothing will +satisfy them but an interview with your father himself. + +"It is impossible," she said sharply. + +"Then we must expect the renewed attentions of our American +friends. They will wait till they see him." + +She rose and paced the room. + +"They must go," she repeated many times. "If they see him sober +he will accept with joy, and we shall be the laughing-stock of +the world. I tell you it cannot be. I alone know how immense is +the impossibility. He cannot afford to lose the last rags of his +dignity, the last dregs of his ease. They must not see him. I +will speak with them myself." + +"They will be honoured, madame, but I do not think they will be +convinced. They are what we call in my land 'men of business.' +They will not be content till they get the Count's reply from his +own lips. + +A new Duchess seemed to have arisen, a woman of quick action and +sharp words. + +"So be it. They shall see him. Oh, I am sick to death of fine +sentiments and high loyalty and all the vapouring stuff I have +lived among for years. All I ask for myself and my father is a +little peace, and, by Heaven! I shall secure it. If nothing +will kill your gentlemen's folly but truth, why, truth they shall +have. They shall see my father, and this very minute. Bring +them up, Mr. Townshend, and usher them into the presence of the +rightful King of England. You will find him alone." She +stopped her walk and looked out of the window. + +I went back in a hurry to the Americans. "I am bidden to bring +you to the Count's chamber. He is alone and will see you. These +are the commands of madame his daughter." + +"Good!" said Mr. Galloway, and all four, grave gentlemen as they +were, seemed to brace themselves to a special dignity as befitted +ambassadors to a king. I led them upstairs, tapped at the +Count's door, and, getting no answer, opened it and admitted +them. + +And this was what we saw. The furniture was in disorder, and on a +couch lay an old man sleeping a heavy drunken sleep. His mouth +was open and his breath came stertorously. The face was purple, +and large purple veins stood out on the mottled forehead. His +scanty white hair was draggled over his cheek. On the floor was +a broken glass, wet stains still lay on the boards, and the place +reeked of spirits. The four looked for a second--I do not think +longer at him whom they would have made their king. They did not +look at each other. With one accord they moved out, and Mr. +Fish, who was last, closed the door very gently behind him. + +In the hall below Mr. Galloway turned to me. "Our mission is +ended, Mr. Townshend. I have to thank you for your courtesy." +Then to the others, "If we order the coaches now, we may get +well on the way to Verona ere sundown." + + +An hour later two coaches rolled out of the courtyard of the Tre +Croci. As they passed, a window was half-opened on the upper +floor, and a head looked out. A line of a song came down, a +song sung in a strange quavering voice. It was the catch I had +heard the night before: + + +"Qu'est-ce qui passe ici si tard, + Compagnons de la Marjolaine--e!" + +It was true. The company came late indeed--too late by forty +years. . . . + + + +AVIGNON + +1759 + + Hearts to break but nane to sell, + Gear to tine but nane to hain;-- + We maun dree a weary spell + Ere our lad comes back again. + +I walk abroad on winter days, + When storms have stripped the wide champaign, +For northern winds have norland ways, + And scents of Badenoch haunt the rain. +And by the lipping river path, + When in the fog the Rhone runs grey, +I see the heather of the Strath, + And watch the salmon leap in Spey. + +The hills are feathered with young trees, + I set them for my children's boys. +I made a garden deep in ease, + A pleasance for my lady's joys. +Strangers have heired them. Long ago + She died,--kind fortune thus to die; +And my one son by Beauly flow + Gave up the soul that could not lie. + +Old, elbow-worn, and pinched I bide + The final toll the gods may take. +The laggard years have quenched my pride; + They cannot kill the ache, the ache. + +Weep not the dead, for they have sleep + Who lie at home: but ah, for me +In the deep grave my heart will weep + With longing for my lost countrie. + + Hearts to break but nane to sell, + Gear to tine but nane to hain;-- + We maun dree a weary spell + Ere our lad comes back again. + + + +II + +A LUCID INTERVAL + + +To adopt the opening words of a more famous tale, "The truth +of this strange matter is what the world has long been looking +for." The events which I propose to chronicle were known to +perhaps a hundred people in London whose fate brings them into +contact with politics. The consequences were apparent to all the +world, and for one hectic fortnight tinged the soberest +newspapers with saffron, drove more than one worthy election +agent to an asylum, and sent whole batches of legislators to +Continental cures. "But no reasonable explanation of the +mystery has been forthcoming until now, when a series of chances +gave the key into my hands. + +Lady Caerlaverock is my aunt, and I was present at the two +remarkable dinner-parties which form the main events in this +tale. I was also taken into her confidence during the terrible +fortnight which intervened between them. Like everybody else, I +was hopelessly in the dark, and could only accept what happened +as a divine interposition. My first clue came when James, the +Caerlaverocks' second footman, entered my service as valet, and +being a cheerful youth chose to gossip while he shaved me. I +checked him, but he babbled on, and I could not choose but learn +something about the disposition of the Caerlaverock household +below stairs. I learned--what I knew before--that his lordship +had an inordinate love for curries, a taste acquired during some +troubled years as Indian Viceroy. I had often eaten that +admirable dish at his table, and had heard him boast of the skill +of the Indian cook who prepared it. James, it appeared, did not +hold with the Orient in the kitchen. He described the said +Indian gentleman as a "nigger," and expressed profound distrust +of his ways. He referred darkly to the events of the year +before, which in some distorted way had reached the servants' +ears. "We always thought as 'ow it was them niggers as done it," +he declared; and when I questioned him on his use of the plural, +admitted that at the time in question "there 'ad been more nor +one nigger 'anging about the kitchen." + +Pondering on these sayings, I asked myself if it were not +possible that the behaviour of certain eminent statesmen was due +to some strange devilry of the East, and I made a vow to abstain +in future from the Caerlaverock curries. But last month my +brother returned from India, and I got the whole truth. He was +staying with me in Scotland, and in the smoking-room the talk +turned on occultism in the East. I declared myself a sceptic, +and George was stirred. He asked me rudely what I knew about it, +and proceeded to make a startling confession of faith. He was +cross-examined by the others, and retorted with some of his +experiences. Finding an incredulous audience, his tales became +more defiant, until he capped them all with one monstrous yarn. +He maintained that in a Hindu family of his acquaintance there +had been transmitted the secret of a drug, capable of altering a +man's whole temperament until the antidote was administered. It +would turn a coward into a bravo, a miser into a spendthrift, a +rake into a fakir. Then, having delivered his manifesto he got +up abruptly and went to bed. + +I followed him to his room, for something in the story had +revived a memory. By dint of much persuasion I dragged from the +somnolent George various details. The family in question were +Beharis, large landholders dwelling near the Nepal border. He +had known old Ram Singh for years, and had seen him twice since +his return from England. He got the story from him under no +promise of secrecy, for the family drug was as well known in the +neighbourhood as the nine incarnations of Krishna. He had no +doubt about the truth of it, for he had positive proof. "And +others besides me," said George. "Do you remember when Vennard +had a lucid interval a couple of years ago and talked sense for +once? That was old Ram Singh's doing, for he told me about it." + +Three years ago it seems the Government of India saw fit to +appoint a commission to inquire into land tenure on the Nepal +border. Some of the feudal Rajahs had been "birsing yont," like +the Breadalbanes, and the smaller zemindars were gravely +disquieted. The result of the commission was that Ram Singh had +his boundaries rectified, and lost a mile or two of country which +his hard-fisted fathers had won. + +I know nothing of the rights of the matter, but there can be no +doubt about Ram Singh's dissatisfaction. He appealed to the law +courts, but failed to upset the commission's finding, and the +Privy Council upheld the Indian judgment. Thereupon in a flowery +and eloquent document he laid his case before the Viceroy, and +was told that the matter was closed. Now Ram Singh came of a +fighting stock, so he straightway took ship to England to +petition the Crown. He petitioned Parliament, but his petition +went into the bag behind the Speaker's chair, from which there is +no return. He petitioned the King, but was courteously informed +that he must approach the Department concerned. He tried the +Secretary of State for India, and had an interview with Abinger +Vennard, who was very rude to him, and succeeded in mortally +insulting the feudal aristocrat. He appealed to the Prime +Minister, and was warned off by a harassed private secretary. +The handful of members of Parliament who make Indian grievances +their stock-in-trade fought shy of him, for indeed Ram Singh's +case had no sort of platform appeal in it, and his arguments were +flagrantly undemocratic. But they sent him to Lord Caerlaverock, +for the ex-viceroy loved to be treated as a kind of +consul-general for India. But this Protector of the Poor proved +a broken reed. He told Ram Singh flatly that he was a belated +feudalist, which was true; and implied that he was a +land-grabber, which was not true, Ram Singh having only enjoyed +the fruits of his fore-bears' enterprise. Deeply incensed, the +appellant shook the dust of Caerlaverock House from his feet, and +sat down to plan a revenge upon the Government which had wronged +him. And in his wrath he thought of the heirloom of his house, +the drug which could change men's souls. + +It happened that Lord Caerlaverock cook's came from the same +neighbourhood as Ram Singh. This cook, Lal Muhammad by name, was +one of a large poor family, hangers-on of Ram Singh's house. The +aggrieved landowner summoned him, and demanded as of right his +humble services. Lal Muhammad, who found his berth to his +liking, hesitated, quibbled, but was finally overborne. He +suggested a fee for his services, but hastily withdrew when Ram +Singh sketched a few of the steps he proposed to take on his +return by way of punishing Lal Muhammad's insolence on Lal +Muhammad's household. Then he got to business. There was a +great dinner next week--so he had learned from Jephson, the +butler--and more than one member of the Government would honour +Caerlaverock House by his presence. With deference he suggested +this as a fitting occasion for the experiment, and Ram Singh was +pleased to assent. + +I can picture these two holding their meetings in the South +Kensington lodgings where Ram Singh dwelt. We know from James, +the second footman, that they met also at Caerlaverock House, no +doubt that Ram Singh might make certain that his orders were duly +obeyed. I can see the little packet of clear grains--I picture +them like small granulated sugar--added to the condiments, and +soon dissolved out of sight. The deed was done; the cook +returned to Bloomsbury and Ram Singh to Gloucester Road, to await +with the patient certainty of the East the consummation of a +great vengeance. + + +II + +My wife was at Kissengen, and I was dining with the Caerlaverocks +en garcon. When I have not to wait upon the adornment of the +female person I am a man of punctual habits, and I reached the +house as the hall clock chimed the quarter-past. My poor friend, +Tommy Deloraine, arrived along with me, and we ascended the +staircase together. I call him "my poor friend," for at the +moment Tommy was under the weather. He had the misfortune to be +a marquis, and a very rich one, and at the same time to be in +love with Claudia Barriton. Neither circumstance was in itself +an evil, but the combination made for tragedy. For Tommy's +twenty-five years of healthy manhood, his cleanly-made +up-standing figure, his fresh countenance and cheerful laugh, +were of no avail in the lady's eyes when set against the fact +that he was an idle peer. Miss Claudia was a charming girl, with +a notable bee in her bonnet. She was burdened with the cares of +the State, and had no patience with any one who took them +lightly. To her mind the social fabric was rotten beyond repair, +and her purpose was frankly destructive. I remember some of her +phrases: "A bold and generous policy of social amelioration"; +"The development of a civic conscience"; "A strong hand to lop +off decaying branches from the trunk of the State." I have no +fault to find with her creed, but I objected to its practical +working when it took the shape of an inhuman hostility to that +devout lover, Tommy Deloraine. She had refused him, I believe, +three times, with every circumstance of scorn. The first time +she had analysed his character, and described him as a bundle of +attractive weaknesses. "The only forces I recognise are those of +intellect and conscience," she had said, "and you have neither." +The second time--it was after he had been to Canada on the +staff--she spoke of the irreconcilability of their political +ideals. "You are an Imperialist," she said, "and believe in an +empire of conquest for the benefit of the few. I want a little +island with a rich life for all." Tommy declared that he would +become a Doukhobor to please her, but she said something about +the inability of Ethiopians to change their skin. The third time +she hinted vaguely that there was "another." The star of Abinger +Vennard was now blazing in the firmament, and she had conceived a +platonic admiration for him. The truth is that Miss Claudia, +with all her cleverness, was very young and--dare I say it? +--rather silly. + +Caerlaverock was stroking his beard, his legs astraddle on the +hearthrug, with something appallingly viceregal in his air, when +Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Cargill were announced. The Home +Secretary was a joy to behold. He had the face of an elderly and +pious bookmaker, and a voice in which lurked the indescribable +Scotch quality of "unction." When he was talking you had only to +shut your eyes to imagine yourself in some lowland kirk on a hot +Sabbath morning. He had been a distinguished advocate before he +left the law for politics, and had swayed juries of his +countrymen at his will. The man was extraordinarily efficient on +a platform. There were unplumbed depths of emotion in his eye, a +juicy sentiment in his voice, an overpowering tenderness in his +manner, which gave to politics the glamour of a revival meeting. +He wallowed in obvious pathos, and his hearers, often +unwillingly, wallowed with him. I have never listened to any +orator at once so offensive and so horribly effective. There was +no appeal too base for him, and none too august: by some subtle +alchemy he blended the arts of the prophet and the fishwife. He +had discovered a new kind of language. Instead of "the hungry +millions," or "the toilers," or any of the numerous synonyms for +our masters, he invented the phrase, "Goad's people." "I shall +never rest," so ran his great declaration, "till Goad's green +fields and Goad's clear waters are free to Goad's people." I +remember how on this occasion he pressed my hand with his famous +cordiality, looked gravely and earnestly into my face, and then +gazed sternly into vacancy. It was a fine picture of genius +descending for a moment from its hill-top to show how close it +was to poor humanity. + +Then came Lord Mulross, a respectable troglodytic peer, who +represented the one sluggish element in a swiftly progressing +Government. He was an oldish man with bushy whiskers and a +reputed mastery of the French tongue. A Whig, who had never +changed his creed one iota, he was highly valued by the country +as a sober element in the nation's councils, and endured by the +Cabinet as necessary ballast. He did not conceal his dislike for +certain of his colleagues, notably Mr. Vennard and Mr. Cargill. + +When Miss Barriton arrived with her stepmother the party was +almost complete. She entered with an air of apologising for her +prettiness. Her manner with old men was delightful, and I +watched with interest the unbending of Caerlaverock and the +simplifying of Mr. Cargill in her presence. Deloraine, who was +talking feverishly to Mrs. Cargill, started as if to go and greet +her, thought better of it, and continued his conversation. The +lady swept the room with her eye, but did not acknowledge his +presence. She floated off with Mr. Cargill to a window-corner, +and metaphorically sat at his feet. I saw Deloraine saying +things behind his moustache, while he listened to Mrs. Cargill's +new cure for dyspepsia. + +Last of all, twenty minutes late, came Abinger Vennard. He made +a fine stage entrance, walking swiftly with a lowering brow to +his hostess, and then glaring fiercely round the room as if to +challenge criticism. I have heard Deloraine, in a moment of +irritation, describe him as a "Pre-Raphaelite attorney," but +there could be no denying his good looks. He had a bad, loose +figure, and a quantity of studiously neglected hair, but his face +was the face of a young Greek. A certain kind of political +success gives a man the manners of an actor, and both Vennard and +Cargill bristled with self-consciousness. You could see it in +the way they patted their hair, squared their shoulders, and +shifted their feet to positions loved by sculptors. + +"Well, Vennard, what's the news from the House?" Caerlaverock +asked. + +"Simpson is talking," said Vennard wearily. "He attacks me, of +course. He says he has lived forty years in India--as if that +mattered! When will people recognise that the truths of +democratic policy are independent of time and space? Liberalism +is a category, an eternal mode of thought, which cannot be +overthrown by any trivial happenings. I am sick of the word +'facts.' I long for truths." + +Miss Barriton's eyes brightened, and Cargill said, "Excellent." +Lord Mulross, who was a little deaf, and in any case did not +understand the language, said loudly to my aunt that he wished +there was a close time for legislation. + +"The open season for grouse should be the close season for +politicians." + +And then we went down to dinner. + +Miss Barriton sat on my left hand, between Deloraine and me, and +it was clear she was discontented with her position. Her eyes +wandered down the table to Vennard, who had taken in an American +duchess, and seemed to be amused at her prattle. She looked with +disfavour at Deloraine, and turned to me as the lesser of two +evils. + +I was tactless enough to say that I thought there was a good deal +in Lord Mulross's view. "Oh, how can you?" she cried. "Is +there a close season for the wants of the people? It sounds to +me perfectly horrible the way you talk of government, as if it +were a game for idle men of the upper classes. I want +professional politicians, men who give their whole heart and soul +to the service of the State. I know the kind of member you and +Lord Deloraine like--a rich young man who eats and drinks too +much, and thinks the real business of life is killing little +birds. He travels abroad and shoots some big game, and then +comes home and vapours about the Empire. He knows nothing about +realities, and will go down before the men who take the world +seriously." + +I am afraid I laughed, but Deloraine, who had been listening, was +in no mood to be amused. + +"I don't think you are quite fair to us, Miss Claudia," he said +slowly. "We take things seriously enough, the things we know +about. We can't be expected to know about everything, and the +misfortune is that the things I care about don't interest you. +But they are important enough for all that." + +"Hush," said the lady rudely. "I want to hear what Mr. +Vennard is saying." + +Mr. Vennard was addressing the dinner-table as if it were a large +public meeting. It was a habit he had, for he had no mind to +confine the pearls of his wisdom to his immediate neighbours. +His words were directed to Caerlaverock at the far end. + +"In my opinion this craze for the scientific stand-point is not +merely overdone--it is radically vicious. Human destinies cannot +be treated as if they were inert objects under the microscope. +The cold-blooded logical way of treating a problem is in almost +every case the wrong way. Heart and imagination to me are more +vital than intellect. I have the courage to be illogical, to +defy facts for the sake of an ideal, in the certainty that in +time facts will fall into conformity. My Creed may be put in the +words of Newman's favourite quotation: Non in dialectica +complacuit Deo salvum facere populum suum--Not in cold logic is +it God's will that His people should find salvation." + +"It is profoundly true," sighed Mr. Cargill, and Miss Claudia's +beaming eyes proved her assent. The moment of destiny, though I +did not know it, had arrived. The entree course had begun, and +of the two entrees one was the famous Caerlaverock curry. Now on +a hot July evening in London there are more attractive foods than +curry seven times heated, MORE INDICO. I doubt if any guest +would have touched it, had not our host in his viceregal voice +called the attention of the three ministers to its merits, while +explaining that under doctor's orders he was compelled to refrain +for a season. The result was that Mulross, Cargill, and Vennard +alone of the men partook of it. Miss Claudia, alone of the +women, followed suit in the fervour of her hero-worship. She ate +a mouthful, and then drank rapidly two glasses of water. + +My narrative of the events which followed is based rather on what +I should have seen than on what I saw. I had not the key, and +missed much which otherwise would have been plain to me. For +example, if I had known the secret, I must have seen Miss +Claudia's gaze cease to rest upon Vennard and the adoration die +out of her eyes. I must have noticed her face soften to the +unhappy Deloraine. As it was, I did not remark her behaviour, +till I heard her say to her neighbour-- + +"Can't you get hold of Mr. Vennard and forcibly cut his hair?" + +Deloraine looked round with a start. Miss Barriton's tone was +intimate and her face friendly. + +"Some people think it picturesque," he said in serious +bewilderment. + +"Oh, yes, picturesque--like a hair-dresser's young man!" she +shrugged her shoulders. He looks as if he had never been out of +doors in his life." + +Now, whatever the faults of Tommy's appearance, he had a +wholesome sunburnt face, and he knew it. This speech of Miss +Barriton's cheered him enormously, for he argued that if she had +fallen out of love with Vennard's looks she might fall in love +with his own. Being a philosopher in his way, he was content to +take what the gods gave, and ask for no explanations. + +I do not know how their conversation prospered, for my attention +was distracted by the extraordinary behaviour of the Home +Secretary. Mr. Cargill had made himself notorious by his +treatment of "political" prisoners. It was sufficient in his +eyes for a criminal to confess to political convictions to secure +the most lenient treatment and a speedy release. The Irish +patriot who cracked skulls in the Scotland Division of Liverpool, +the Suffragist who broke windows and the noses of the police, the +Social Democrat whose antipathy to the Tsar revealed itself in +assaults upon the Russian Embassy, the "hunger-marchers" who had +designs on the British Museum,--all were sure of respectful and +tender handling. He had announced more than once, amid +tumultuous cheering, that he would never be the means of branding +earnestness, however mistaken, with the badge of the felon. + +He was talking I recall, to Lady Lavinia Dobson, renowned in two +hemispheres for her advocacy of women's rights. And this was +what I heard him say. His face had grown suddenly flushed and +his eye bright, so that he looked liker than ever to a bookmaker +who had had a good meeting. "No, no, my dear lady, I have been +a lawyer, and it is my duty in office to see that the law, the +palladium of British liberties is kept sacrosanct. The law is no +respecter of persons, and I intend that it shall be no respecter +of creeds. If men or women break the laws, to jail they shall +go, though their intentions were those of the Apostle Paul. We +don't punish them for being Socialists or Suffragists, but for +breaking the peace. Why, goodness me, if we didn't, we should +have every malefactor in Britain claiming preferential treatment +because he was a Christian Scientist or a Pentecostal Dancer." + +"Mr. Cargill, do you realise what you are saying?" said Lady +Lavinia with a scared face. + +"Of course I do. I am a lawyer, and may be presumed to know the +law. If any other doctrine were admitted, the Empire would burst +up in a fortnight." + +"That I should live to hear you name that accursed name!" cried +the outraged lady. "You are denying your gods, Mr. Cargill. +You are forgetting the principles of a lifetime." + +Mr. Cargill was becoming excited, and exchanging his ordinary +Edinburgh-English for a broader and more effective dialect. + +"Tut, tut, my good wumman, I may be allowed to know my own +principles best. I tell ye I've always maintained these views +from the day when I first walked the floor of the Parliament +House. Besides, even if I hadn't, I'm surely at liberty to +change if I get more light. Whoever makes a fetish of +consistency is a trumpery body and little use to God or man. +What ails ye at the Empire, too? Is it not better to have a big +country than a kailyard, or a house in Grosvenor Square than a +but-and-ben in Balham?" + +Lady Lavinia folded her hands. "We slaughter our black +fellow-citizens, we fill South Africa with yellow slaves, we +crowd the Indian prisons with the noblest and most enlightened of +the Indian race, and we call it Empire building!" + +"No, we don't," said Mr. Cargill stoutly, "we call it +common-sense. That is the penal and repressive side of any great +activity. D'ye mean to tell me that you never give your maid a +good hearing? But would you like it to be said that you spent +the whole of your days swearing at the wumman?" + +"I never swore in my life," said Lady Lavinia. + +"I spoke metaphorically," said Mr. Cargill. "If ye cannot +understand a simple metaphor, ye cannot understand the rudiments +of politics." + +Picture to yourself a prophet who suddenly discovers that his God +is laughing at him, a devotee whose saint winks and tells him +that the devotion of years has been a farce, and you will get +some idea of Lady Lavinia's frame of mind. Her sallow face +flushed, her lip trembled, and she slewed round as far as her +chair would permit her. Meanwhile Mr. Cargill, redder than +before, went on contentedly with his dinner. + +I was glad when my aunt gave the signal to rise. The atmosphere +was electric, and all were conscious of it save the three +Ministers, Deloraine, and Miss Claudia. Vennard seemed to be +behaving very badly. He was arguing with Caerlaverock down the +table, and the ex-Viceroy's face was slowly getting purple. When +the ladies had gone, we remained oblivious to wine and +cigarettes, listening to this heated controversy which threatened +any minute to end in a quarrel. + +The subject was India, and Vennard was discussing on the follies +of all Viceroys. + +"Take this idiot we've got now," he declared. "He expects me to +be a sort of wet-nurse to the Government of India and do all +their dirty work for them. They know local conditions, and they +have ample powers if they would only use them, but they won't +take an atom of responsibility. How the deuce am I to decide for +them, when in the nature of things I can't be half as well +informed about the facts!" + +"Do you maintain," said Caerlaverock, stuttering in his wrath, +"that the British Government should divest itself of +responsibility for the governement of our great Indian +Dependency?" + +"Not a bit," said Vennard impatiently; "of course we are +responsible, but that is all the more reason why the fellows who +know the business at first hand should do their duty. If I am +the head of a bank I am responsible for its policy, but that +doesn't mean that every local bank-manager should consult me +about the solvency of clients I never heard of. Faversham keeps +bleating to me that the state of India is dangerous. Well, for +God's sake let him suppress every native paper, shut up the +schools, and send every agitator to the Andamans. I'll back him +up all right. But don't let him ask me what to do, for I don't +know." + +"You think such a course would be popular?" asked a large, +grave man, a newspaper editor. + +"Of course it would," said Vennard cheerily. "The British +public hates the idea of letting India get out of hand. But they +want a lead. They can't be expected to start the show any more +than I can." + +Lord Caerlaverock rose to join the ladies with an air of outraged +dignity. Vennard pulled out his watch and announced that he must +go back to the House. + +"Do you know what I am going to do?" he asked. "I am going +down to tell Simpson what I think of him. He gets up and prates +of having been forty years in India. Well, I am going to tell +him that it is to him and his forty-year lot that all this muddle +is due. Oh, I assure you, there's going to be a row," said +Vennard, as he struggled into his coat. + +Mulross had been sitting next me, and I asked him if he was +leaving town. "I wish I could," he said, "but I fear I must +stick on over the Twelth. I don't like the way that fellow Von +Kladow has been talking. He's up to no good, and he's going to +get a flea in his ear before he is very much older." + +Cheerfully, almost hilariously the three Ministers departed, +Vennard and Cargill in a hansom and Mulross on foot. I can only +describe the condition of those left behind as nervous +prostration. We looked furtively at each other, each afraid to +hint his suspicions, but all convinced that a surprising judgment +had befallen at least two members of his Majesty's Government. +For myself I put the number at three, for I did not like to hear +a respected Whig Foreign Secretary talk about giving the +Chancellor of a friendly but jealous Power a flea in his ear. + +The only unperplexed face was Deloraine's. He whispered to me +that Miss Barriton was going on to the Alvanleys' ball, and had +warned him to be there. "She hasn't been to a dance for months, +you know," he said. "I really think things are beginning to go +a little better, old man." + + +III + +When I opened my paper next morning I read two startling pieces +of news. Lord Mulross had been knocked down by a taxi-cab on his +way home the night before, and was now in bed suffering from a +bad shock and a bruised ankle. There was no cause for anxiety, +said the report, but his lordship must keep his room for a week +or two. + +The second item, which filled leading articles and overflowed +into "Political Notes," was Mr. Vennard's speech. The Secretary +for India had gone down about eleven o'clock to the House, where +an Indian debate was dragging out its slow length. He sat +himself on the Treasury Bench and took notes, and the House soon +filled in anticipation of his reply. His "tail"--progressive +young men like himself--were there in full strength, ready to +cheer every syllable which fell from their idol. Somewhere about +half-past twelve he rose to wind up the debate, and the House was +treated to an unparalleled sensation. He began with his critics, +notably the unfortunate Simpson, and, pretty much in Westbury's +language to the herald, called them silly old men who did not +understand their silly old business. But it was the reasons he +gave for this abuse which left his followers aghast. He attacked +his critics not for being satraps and reactionaries, but because +they had dared to talk second-rate Western politics in connection +with India. + +"Have you lived for forty years with your eyes shut," he cried, +"that you cannot see the difference between a Bengali, married at +fifteen and worshipping a pantheon of savage gods, and the +university-extension Young Radical at home? There is a thousand +years between them, and you dream of annihilating the centuries +with a little dubious popular science!" Then he turned to the +other critics of Indian administration--his quondam supporters. +He analysed the character of these " members for India" with a +vigour and acumen which deprived them of speech. The East, he +said, had had its revenge upon the West by making certain +Englishmen babus. His honourable friends had the same slipshod +minds, and they talked the same pigeon-English, as the patriots +of Bengal. Then his mood changed, and he delivered a solemn +warning against what he called "the treason begotten of restless +vanity and proved incompetence." He sat down, leaving a House +deeply impressed and horribly mystified. + +The Times did not know what to make of it at all. In a weighty +leader it welcomed Mr. Vennard's conversion, but hinted that with +a convert's zeal he had slightly overstated his case. The Daily +Chronicle talked of "nervous breakdown," and suggested "kindly +forgetfulness" as the best treatment. The Daily News, in a +spirited article called "The Great Betrayal," washed its hands +of Mr. Vennard unless he donned the white sheet of the penitent. +Later in the day I got The Westminster Gazette, and found an +ingenious leader which proved that the speech in no way +conflicted with Liberal principles, and was capable of a quite +ordinary explanation. Then I went to see Lady Caerlaverock. + +I found my aunt almost in tears. + +"What has happened?" she cried. "What have we done that we +should be punished in this awful way? And to think that the +blow fell in this house? Caerlaverock--we all--thought Mr. +Vennard so strange last night, and Lady Lavinia told me that Mr. +Cargill was perfectly horrible. I suppose it must be the heat +and the strain of the session. And that poor Lord Mulross, who +was always so wise, should be stricken down at this crisis!" + +I did not say that I thought Mulross's accident a merciful +dispensation. I was far more afraid of him than of all the +others, for if with his reputation for sanity he chose to run +amok, he would be taken seriously. He was better in bed than +affixing a flea to Von Kladow's ear. + +"Caerlaverock was with the Prime Minister this morning," my aunt +went on. "He is going to make a statement in the Lords tomorrow +to try to cover Mr. Vennard's folly. They are very anxious about +what Mr. Cargill will do today. He is addressing the National +Convention of Young Liberals at Oldham this afternoon, and though +they have sent him a dozen telegrams they can get no answer. +Caerlaverock went to Downing Street an hour ago to get news." + +There was the sound of an electric brougham stopping in the +square below, and we both listened with a premonition of +disaster. A minute later Caerlaverock entered the room, and with +him the Prime Minister. The cheerful, eupeptic countenance of +the latter was clouded with care. He shook hands dismally with +my aunt, nodded to me, and flung himself down on a sofa. + +"The worst has happened," Caerlaverock boomed solemnly. "Cargill +has been incredibly and infamously silly." He tossed me an +evening paper. + +One glance convinced me that the Convention of Young Liberals had +had a waking-up. Cargill had addressed them on what he called +the true view of citizenship. He had dismissed manhood suffrage +as an obsolete folly. The franchise, he maintained, should be +narrowed and given only to citizens, and his definition of +citizenship was military training combined with a fairly high +standard of rates and taxes. I do not know how the Young +Liberals received his creed, but it had no sort of success with +the Prime Minister. + +"We must disavow him," said Caerlaverock. + +"He is too valuable a man to lose," said the Prime Minister. +"We must hope that it is only a temporary aberration. I simply +cannot spare him in the House." + +"But this is flat treason." + +"I know, I know. It is all too horrible, and utterly unexpected. +But the situation wants delicate handling, my dear Caerlaverock. +I see nothing for it but to give out that he was ill." + +"Or drunk?" I suggested. + +The Prime Minister shook his head sadly. "I fear it will be the +same thing. What we call illness the ordinary man will interpret +as intoxication. It is a most regrettable necessity, but we must +face it." + +The harassed leader rose, seized the evening paper, and departed +as swiftly as he had come. "Remember, illness," were his parting +words. "An old heart trouble, which is apt to affect his brain. +His friends have always known about it." + +I walked home, and looked in at the Club on my way. There I +found Deloraine devouring a hearty tea and looking the picture of +virtuous happiness. + +"Well, this is tremendous news," I said, as I sat down beside +him. + +"What news?" he asked with a start. + +"This row about Vennard and Cargill." + +"Oh, that! I haven't seen the papers to-day. What's it all +about?" His tone was devoid of interest. + +Then I knew that something of great private moment had happened +to Tommy. + +"I hope I may congratulate you," I said. + +Deloraine beamed on me affectionately. "Thanks very much, old +man. Things came all right, quite suddenly, you know. We spent +most of the time at the Alvanleys together, and this morning in +the Park she accepted me. It will be in the papers next week, +but we mean to keep it quiet for a day or two. However, it was +your right to be told--and, besides,you guessed." + +I remember wondering, as I finished my walk home, whether there +could not be some connection between the stroke of Providence +which had driven three Cabinet Ministers demented and that +gentler touch which had restored Miss Claudia Barriton to good +sense and a reasonable marriage. + + +IV + +The next week was an epoch in my life. I seemed to live in the +centre of a Mad Tea-party, where every one was convinced of the +madness, and yet resolutely protested that nothing had happened. +The public events of those days were simple enough. While Lord +Mulross's ankle approached convalescence, the hives of politics +were humming with rumours. Vennard's speech had dissolved his +party into its parent elements, and the Opposition, as nonplussed +as the Government, did not dare as yet to claim the recruit. +Consequently he was left alone till he should see fit to take a +further step. He refused to be interviewed, using blasphemous +language about our free Press; and mercifully he showed no +desire to make speeches. He went down to golf at Littlestone, +and rarely showed himself in the House. The earnest young +reformer seemed to have adopted not only the creed but the habits +of his enemies. + +Mr. Cargill's was a hard case. He returned from Oldham, +delighted with himself and full of fight, to find awaiting him an +urgent message from the Prime Minister. His chief was +sympathetic and kindly. He had long noticed that the Home +Secretary looked fagged and ill. There was no Home Office Bill +very pressing, and his assistance in general debate could be +dispensed with for a little. Let him take a fortnight's +holiday--fish, golf, yacht--the Prime Minister was airily +suggestive. In vain Mr. Cargill declared he was perfectly well. +His chief gently but firmly overbore him, and insisted on sending +him his own doctor. That eminent specialist, having been well +coached, was vaguely alarming, and insisted on a change. Then +Mr. Cargill began to suspect, and asked the Prime Minister +point-blank if he objected to his Oldham speech. He was told +that there was no objection--a little strong meat, perhaps, for +Young Liberals, a little daring, but full of Mr. Cargill's old +intellectual power. Mollified and reassured, the Home Secretary +agreed to a week's absence, and departed for a little salmon- +fishing in Scotiand. His wife had meantime been taken into the +affair, and privately assured by the Prime Minister that she +would greatly ease the mind of the Cabinet if she could induce +her husband to take a longer holiday--say three weeks. She +promised to do her best and to keep her instructions secret, and +the Cargills duly departed for the North. "In a fortnight," said +the Prime Minister to my aunt, "he will have forgotten all this +nonsense; but of course we shall have to watch him very +carefully in the future." + +The Press was given its cue, and announced that Mr. Cargill had +spoken at Oldham while suffering from severe nervous breakdown, +and that the remarkable doctrines of that speech need not be +taken seriously. As I had expected, the public put its own +interpretation upon this tale. Men took each other aside in +clubs, women gossiped in drawing-rooms, and in a week the Cargill +scandal had assumed amazing proportions. The popular version was +that the Home Secretary had got very drunk at Caerlaverock House, +and still under the influence of liquor had addressed the Young +Liberals at Oldham. He was now in an Inebriates' Home, and would +not return to the House that session. I confess I trembled when +I heard this story, for it was altogether too libellous to pass +unnoticed. I believed that soon it would reach the ear of +Cargill, fishing quietly at Tomandhoul, and that then there would +be the deuce to pay. + +Nor was I wrong. A few days later I went to see my aunt to find +out how the land lay. She was very bitter, I remember, about +Claudia Barriton. "I expected sympathy and help from her, and +she never comes near me. I can understand her being absorbed in +her engagement, but I cannot understand the frivolous way she +spoke when I saw her yesterday. She had the audacity to say that +both Mr. Vennard and Mr. Cargill had gone up in her estimation. +Young people can be so heartless." + +I would have defended Miss Barriton, but at this moment an +astonishing figure was announced. It was Mrs. Cargill in +travelling dress, with a purple bonnet and a green motor-veil. +Her face was scarlet, whether from excitement or the winds of +Tomandhoul, and she charged down on us like a young bull. + +"We have come back," she said, "to meet our accusers. " + +"Accusers!" cried my aunt. + +"Yes, accusers!" said the lady. "The abominable rumour about +Alexander has reached our ears. At this moment he is with the +Prime Minister, demanding an official denial. I have come to +you, because it was here, at your table, that Alexander is said +to have fallen." + +"I really don't know what you mean, Mrs. Cargill." + +"I mean that Alexander is said to have become drunk while dining +here, to have been drunk when he spoke at Oldham, and to be now +in a Drunkard's Home." The poor lady broke down, "Alexander," +she cried, "who has been a teetotaller from his youth, and for +thirty years an elder in the U.P. Church! No form of intoxicant +has ever been permitted at our table. Even in illness the thing +has never passed our lips." + +My aunt by this time had pulled herself together. "If this +outrageous story is current, Mrs. Cargill, there was nothing for +it but to come back. Your friends know that it is a gross libel. +The only denial necessary is for Mr. Cargill to resume his work. +I trust his health is better." + +"He is well, but heartbroken. His is a sensitive nature, Lady +Caerlaverock, and he feels a stain like a wound." + +"There is no stain," said my aunt briskly. "Every public man is +a target for scandals, but no one but a fool believes them. They +will die a natural death when he returns to work. An official +denial would make everybody look ridiculous, and encourage the +ordinary person to think that there may have been something in +them. Believe me, dear Mrs. Cargill, there is nothing to be +anxious about now that you are back in London again." + +On the contrary, I thought, there was more cause for anxiety than +ever. Cargill was back in the House and the illness game could +not be played a second time. I went home that night acutely +sympathetic towards the worries of the Prime Minister. Mulross +would be abroad in a day or two, and Vennard and Cargill were +volcanoes in eruption. The Government was in a parlous state, +with three demented Ministers on the loose. + +The same night I first heard the story of The Bill. Vennard had +done more than play golf at Littlestone. His active mind--for +his bitterest enemies never denied his intellectual energy--had +been busy on a great scheme. At that time, it will be +remembered, a serious shrinkage of unskilled labour existed not +only in the Transvaal, but in the new copper fields of East +Africa. Simultaneously a famine was scourging Behar, and +Vennard, to do him justice, had made manful efforts to cope with +it. He had gone fully into the question, and had been slowly +coming to the conclusion that Behar was hopelessly overcrowded. +In his new frame of mind--unswervingly logical, utterly +unemotional, and wholly unbound by tradition--he had come to +connect the African and Indian troubles, and to see in one the +relief of the other. The first fruit of his meditations was a +letter to The Times. In it he laid down a new theory of +emigration. The peoples of the Empire, he said, must be mobile, +shifting about to suit economic conditions. But if this was true +of the white man, it was equally true for the dark races under +our tutelage. He referred to the famine and argued that the +recurrence of such disasters was inevitable, unless we assisted +the poverty-stricken ryot to emigrate and sell his labour to +advantage. He proposed indentures and terminable contracts, for +he declared he had no wish to transplant for good. All that was +needed was a short season of wage-earning abroad, that the +labourer might return home with savings which would set him for +the future on a higher economic plane. The letter was temperate +and academic in phrasing, the speculation of a publicist rather +than the declaration of a Minister. But in Liberals, who +remembered the pandemonium raised over the Chinese in South +Africa, it stirred up the gloomiest forebodings. + +Then, whispered from mouth to mouth, came the news of the Great +Bill. Vennard, it was said, intended to bring in a measure at +the earliest possible date to authorise a scheme of enforced and +State-aided emigration to the African mines. It would apply at +first only to the famine districts, but power would be given to +extend its working by proclamation to other areas. Such was the +rumour, and I need not say it was soon magnified. Questions were +asked in the House which the Speaker ruled out of order. Furious +articles, inviting denial, appeared in the Liberal Press; but +Vennard took not the slightest notice. He spent his time between +his office in Whitehall and the links at Littlestone, dropping +into the House once or twice for half an hour's slumber while a +colleague was speaking. His Under Secretary in the Lords--a +young gentleman who had joined the party for a bet, and to his +immense disgust had been immediately rewarded with office--lost +his temper under cross-examination and swore audibly at the +Opposition. In a day or two the story universally believed was +that the Secretary for India was about to transfer the bulk of +the Indian people to work as indentured labourers for South +African Jews. + +It was this popular version, I fancy, which reached the ears of +Ram Singh, and the news came on him like a thunderclap. He +thought that what Vennard proposed Vennard could do. He saw his +native province stripped of its people, his fields left +unploughed, and his cattle untended; nay, it was possible, his +own worthy and honourable self sent to a far country to dig in a +hole. It was a grievous and intolerable prospect. He walked +home to Gloucester Road in heavy preoccupation, and the first +thing he did was to get out the mysterious brass box in which he +kept his valuables. From a pocket-book he took a small silk +packet, opened it, and spilled a few clear grains on his hand. +It was the antidote. + +He waited two days, while on all sides the rumour of the Bill +grew stronger and its provisions more stringent. Then he +hesitated no longer, but sent for Lord Caerlaverock's cook. + + +V + +I conceive that the drug did not create new opinions, but +elicited those which had hitherto lain dormant. Every man has a +creed, but in his soul he knows that that creed has another side, +possibly not less logical, which it does not suit him to produce. +Our most honest convictions are not the children of pure reason, +but of temperament, environment, necessity, and interest. Most +of us take sides in life and forget the one we reject. But our +conscience tells us it is there, and we can on occasion state it +with a fairness and fulness which proves that it is not wholly +repellent to our reason. During the crisis I write of, the +attitude of Cargill and Vennard was not that of roysterers out +for irresponsible mischief. They were eminently reasonable and +wonderfully logical, and in private conversation they gave their +opponents a very bad time. Cargill, who had hitherto been the +hope of the extreme Free-traders, wrote an article for the +Quarterly on Tariff Reform. It was set up, but long before it +could be used it was cancelled and the type scattered. I have +seen a proof of it, however, and I confess I have never read a +more brilliant defence of a doctrine which the author had +hitherto described as a childish heresy. Which proves my +contention--that Cargill all along knew that there was a case +against Free Trade, but naturally did not choose to admit it, his +allegiance being vowed elsewhere. The drug altered temperament, +and with it the creed which is based mainly on temperament. It +scattered current convictions, roused dormant speculations, and +without damaging the reason switched it on to a new track. + +I can see all this now, but at the time I saw only stark madness +and the horrible ingenuity of the lunatic. While Vennard was +ruminating on his Bill, Cargill was going about London arguing +like a Scotch undergraduate. The Prime Minister had seen from +the start that the Home Secretary was the worse danger. Vennard +might talk of his preposterous Bill, but the Cabinet would have +something to say to it before its introduction, and he was +mercifully disinclined to go near St. Stephen's. But Cargill was +assiduous in his attendance at the House, and at any moment might +blow the Government sky-high. His colleagues were detailed in +relays to watch him. One would hale him to luncheon, and keep +him till question time was over. Another would insist on taking +him for a motor ride, which would end in a break-down about +Brentford. Invitations to dinner were showered upon him, and +Cargill, who had been unknown in society, found the whole social +machinery of his party set at work to make him a lion. The +result was that he was prevented from speaking in public, but +given far too much encouragement to talk in private. He talked +incessantly, before, at, and after dinner, and he did enormous +harm. He was horribly clever, too, and usually got the best of +an argument, so that various eminent private Liberals had their +tempers ruined by his dialectic. In his rich and unabashed +accent--he had long discarded his Edinburgh-English--he dissected +their arguments and ridiculed their character. He had once been +famous for his soapy manners: now he was as rough as a Highland +stot. + +Things could not go on in this fashion: the risk was too great. +It was just a fortnight, I think, after the Caerlaverock +dinner-party, when the Prime Minister resolved to bring matters +to a head. He could not afford to wait for ever on a return of +sanity. He consulted Caerlaverock, and it was agreed that +Vennard and Cargill should be asked, or rather commanded to dine +on the following evening at Caerlaverock House. Mulross, whose +sanity was not suspected, and whose ankle was now well again, was +also invited, as were three other members of the Cabinet and +myself as amicus curiae. It was understood that after dinner +there would be a settling-up with the two rebels. Either they +should recant and come to heel, or they should depart from the +fold to swell the wolf-pack of the Opposition. The Prime +Minister did not conceal the loss which his party would suffer, +but he argued very sensibly that anything was better than a brace +of vipers in its bosom. + +I have never attended a more lugubrious function. When I arrived +I found Caerlaverock, the Prime Minister, and the three other +members of the Cabinet standing round a small fire in attitudes +of nervous dejection. I remember it was a raw wet evening, but +the gloom out of doors was sunshine compared to the gloom within. +Caerlaverock's viceregal air had sadly altered. The Prime +Minister, once famous for his genial manners, was pallid and +preoccupied. We exchanged remarks about the weather and the +duration of the session. Then we fell silent till Mulross +arrived. + +He did not look as if he had come from a sickbed. He came in as +jaunty as a boy, limping just a little from his accident. He was +greeted by his colleagues with tender solicitude,--solicitude, I +fear, completely wasted on him. + +"Devilish silly thing to do to get run over," he said. "I was +in a brown study when a cab came round a corner. But I don't +regret it, you know. During the last fortnight I have had +leisure to go into this Bosnian Succession business, and I see +now that Von Kladow has been playing one big game of bluff. Very +well; it has got to stop. I am going to prick the bubble before +I am many days older." + +The Prime Minister looked anxious. "Our policy towards Bosnia +has been one of non-interference. It is not for us, I should +have thought, to read Germany a lesson." + +"Oh, come now," Mulross said, slapping--yes, actually slapping-- +his leader on the back; "we may drop that nonsense when we are +alone. You know very well that there are limits to our game of +non-interference. If we don't read Germany a lesson, she will +read us one--and a damned long unpleasant one too. The sooner we +give up all this milk-blooded, blue-spectacled, pacificist talk +the better. However, you will see what I have got to say +to-morrow in the House." + +The Prime Minister's face lengthened. Mulross was not the pillar +he had thought him, but a splintering reed. I saw that he agreed +with me that this was the most dangerous of the lot. + +Then Cargill and Vennard came in together. Both looking +uncommonly fit, younger, trimmer, cleaner. Vennard, instead of +his sloppy clothes and shaggy hair, was groomed like a Guardsman; +had a large pearl-and-diamond solitaire in his shirt, and a white +waistcoat with jewelled buttons. He had lost all his +self-consciousness, grinned cheerfully at the others, warmed his +hands at the fire, and cursed the weather. Cargill, too, had +lost his sanctimonious look. There was a bloom of rustic health +on his cheek, and a sparkle in his eye, so that he had the +appearance of some rosy Scotch laird of Raeburn's painting. Both +men wore an air of purpose and contentment . + +Vennard turned at once on the Prime Minister. "Did you get my +letter?" he asked. "No? Well, you'll find it waiting when +you get home. We're all friends here, so I can tell you its +contents. We must get rid of this ridiculous Radical 'tail.' +They think they have the whip-hand of us; well, we have got to +prove that we can do very well without them. They are a +collection of confounded, treacherous, complacent prigs, but they +have no grit in them, and will come to heel if we tackle them +firmly. I respect an honest fanatic, but I do not respect those +sentiment-mongers. They have the impudence to say that the +country is with them. I tell you it is rank nonsense. If you +take a strong hand with them, you'll double your popularity, and +we'll come back next year with an increased majority. Cargill +agrees with me." + +The Prime Minister looked grave. "I am not prepared to discuss +any policy of ostracism. What you call our 'tail' is a vital +section of our party. Their creed may be one-sided, but it is +none the less part of our mandate from the people." + +"I want a leader who governs as well as reigns," said Vennard. "I +believe in discipline, and you know as well as I do that the +Rump is infernally out of hand." + +"They are not the only members who fail in discipline." + +Vennard grinned. "I suppose you mean Cargill and myself. But we +are following the central lines of British policy. We are on +your side, and we want to make your task easier." + +Cargill suddenly began to laugh. "I don't want any ostracism. +Leave them alone, and Vennard and I will undertake to give them +such a time in the House that they will wish they had never been +born. We'll make them resign in batches." + +Dinner was announced, and, laughing uproariously, the two rebels +went arm-in-arm into the dining-room. + +Cargill was in tremendous form. He began to tell Scotch stories, +memories of his old Parliament House days. He told them +admirably, with a raciness of idiom which I had thought beyond +him. They were long tales, and some were as broad as they were +long, but Mr. Cargill disarmed criticism. His audience, rather +scandalised at the start, were soon captured, and political +troubles were forgotten in old-fashioned laughter. Even the Prime +Minister's anxious face relaxed. + +This lasted till the entree, the famous Caerlaverock curry. + +As I have said, I was not in the secret, and did not detect the +transition. As I partook of the dish I remember feeling a sudden +giddiness and a slight nausea. The antidote, to those who had +not taken the drug, must have been, I suppose, in the nature of a +mild emetic. A mist seemed to obscure the faces of my +fellow-guests, and slowly the tide of conversation ebbed away. +First Vennard, then Cargill, became silent. I was feeling rather +sick, and I noticed with some satisfaction that all our faces +were a little green. I wondered casually if I had been poisoned. + +The sensation passed, but the party had changed. More especially +I was soon conscious that something had happened to the three +Ministers. I noticed Mulross particularly, for he was my +neighbour. The look of keenness and vitality had died out of +him, and suddenly he seemed a rather old, rather tired man, very +weary about the eyes. + +I asked him if he felt seedy. + +"No, not specially," he replied, "but that accident gave me a +nasty shock." + +"You should go off for a change," I said. + +"I almost thimk I will," was the answer. "I had not meant to +leave town till just before the Twelth but I think I had better +get away to Marienbad for a fortnight. There is nothing doing in +the House, and work at the Office is at a standstill. Yes, I +fancy I'll go abroad before the end of the week." + +I caught the Prime Minister's eye and saw that he had forgotten +the purpose of the dinner, being dimly conscious that that +purpose was now idle. Cargill and Vennard had ceased to talk +like rebels. The Home Secretary had subsided into his old, +suave, phrasing self. The humour had gone out of his eye, and +the looseness had returned to his lips. He was an older and more +commonplace man, but harmless, quite harmless. Vennard, too, +wore a new air, or rather had recaptured his old one. He was +saying little, but his voice had lost its crispness and recovered +its half-plaintive unction; his shoulders had a droop in them; +once more he bristled with self-consciousness. + +We others were still shaky from that detestable curry, and were +so puzzled as to be acutely uncomfortable. Relief would come +later, no doubt; for the present we were uneasy at this weird +transformation. I saw the Prime Minister examining the two faces +intently, and the result seemed to satisfy him. He sighed and +looked at Caerlaverock, who smiled and nodded. + +"What about that Bill of yours, Vennard?" he asked. "There +have been a lot of stupid rumours." + +"Bill?" Vennard said. "I know of no Bill. Now that my +departmental work is over, I can give my whole soul to Cargill's +Small Holdings. Do you mean that?" + +"Yes, of course. There was some confusion in the popular mind, +but the old arrangement holds. You and Cargill will put it +through between you." + +They began to talk about those weariful small holdings, and I +ceased to listen. We left the dining-room and drifted to the +lihrary, where a fire tried to dispel the gloom of the weather. +There was a feeling of deadly depression abroad, so that, for all +its awkwardness, I would really have preferred the former +Caerlaverock dinner. The Prime Minister was whispering to his +host. I heard him say something about there being "the devil of +a lot of explaining" before him. + +Vennard and Cargill came last to the library, arm-in-arm as +before. + +"I should count it a greater honour," Vennard was saying, "to +sweeten the lot of one toiler in England than to add a million +miles to our territory. While one English household falls below +the minimum scale of civic wellbeing, all talk of Empire is sin +and folly." "Excellent!" said Mr. Cargill. Then I knew for +certain that at last peace had descended upon the vexed tents of +Israel. + + + +THE SHORTER CATECHISM + +(Revised Version) + +When I was young and herdit sheep +I read auld tales o' Wallace wight; +My held was fou o' sangs and threip +O' folk that feared nae mortal might. +But noo I'm auld, and weel I ken +We're made alike o' gowd and mire; +There's saft bits in the stievest men, +The bairnliest's got a spunk o' fire. + +Sae hearken to me, lads, +It's truth that I tell: +There's nae man a' courage-- +I ken by mysel'. + +I've been an elder forty year: +I've tried to keep the narrow way: +I've walked afore the Lord in fear: +I've never missed the kirk a day. +I've read the Bible in and oot, +(I ken the feck o't clean by hert). +But, still and on, I sair misdoot +I'm better noo than at the stert. + +Sae hearken to me, lads, +It's truth I maintain: +Man's works are but rags, for +I ken by my ain. + +I hae a name for decent trade: +I'll wager a' the countryside +Wad sweer nae trustier man was made, +The ford to soom, the bent to bide. +But when it comes to coupin' horse, +I'm just like a' that e'er was born; +I fling my heels and tak' my course; +I'd sell the minister the morn. + +Sae hearken to me, lads, +It's truth that I tell: +There's nae man deid honest-- +I ken by mysel'. + + + +III + +THE LEMNIAN + + +He pushed the matted locks from his brow as he peered into the +mist. His hair was thick with salt, and his eyes smarted from +the greenwood fire on the poop. The four slaves who crouched +beside the thwarts-Carians with thin birdlike faces-were in a +pitiable case, their hands blue with oar-weals and the lash marks +on their shoulders beginning to gape from sun and sea. The +Lemnian himself bore marks of ill usage. His cloak was still +sopping, his eyes heavy with watching, and his lips black and +cracked with thirst. Two days before the storm had caught him +and swept his little craft into mid-Aegean. He was a sailor, +come of sailor stock, and he had fought the gale manfully and +well. But the sea had burst his waterjars, and the torments of +drought had been added to his toil. He had been driven south +almost to Scyros, but had found no harbour. Then a weary day +with the oars had brought him close to the Euboean shore, when a +freshet of storm drove him seaward again. Now at last in this +northerly creek of Sciathos he had found shelter and a spring. +But it was a perilous place, for there were robbers in the bushy +hills-mainland men who loved above all things to rob an islander: +and out at sea, as he looked towards Pelion, there seemed +something adoing which boded little good. There was deep water +beneath a ledge of cliff, half covered by a tangle of wildwood. +So Atta lay in the bows, looking through the trails of vine at +the racing tides now reddening in the dawn. + +The storm had hit others besides him it seemed. The channel was +full of ships, aimless ships that tossed between tide and wind. +Looking closer, he saw that they were all wreckage. There had +been tremendous doings in the north, and a navy of some sort had +come to grief. Atta was a prudent man, and knew that a broken +fleet might be dangerous. There might be men lurking in the +maimed galleys who would make short work of the owner of a +battered but navigable craft. At first he thought that the ships +were those of the Hellenes. The troublesome fellows were +everywhere in the islands, stirring up strife and robbing the old +lords. But the tides running strongly from the east were +bringing some of the wreckage in an eddy into the bay. He lay +closer and watched the spars and splintered poops as they neared +him. These were no galleys of the Hellenes. Then came a drowned +man, swollen and horrible: then another-swarthy, hooknosed +fellows, all yellow with the sea. Atta was puzzled. They must +be the men from the East about whom he had been hearing. Long +ere he left Lemnos there had been news about the Persians. They +were coming like locusts out of the dawn, swarming over Ionia and +Thrace, men and ships numerous beyond telling. They meant no ill +to honest islanders: a little earth and water were enough to win +their friendship. But they meant death to the hubris of the +Hellenes. Atta was on the side of the invaders; he wished them +well in their war with his ancient foes. They would eat them up, +Athenians, Lacedaemonians, Corinthians, Aeginetans, men of Argos +and Elis, and none would be left to trouble him. But in the +meantime something had gone wrong. Clearly there had been no +battle. As the bodies butted against the side of the galley he +hooked up one or two and found no trace of a wound. Poseidon had +grown cranky, and had claimed victims. The god would be appeased +by this time, and all would go well. + +Danger being past, he bade the men get ashore and fill the +water-skins. "God's curse on all Hellenes," he said, as he +soaked up the cold water from the spring in the thicket. + +About noon he set sail again. The wind sat in the north-east, +but the wall of Pelion turned it into a light stern breeze which +carried him swiftly westward. The four slaves, still leg-weary +and arm-weary, lay like logs beside the thwarts. Two slept; one +munched some salty figs; the fourth, the headman, stared wearily +forward, with ever and again a glance back at his master. But +the Lemnian never looked his way. His head was on his breast, as +he steered, and he brooded on the sins of the Hellenes. He was +of the old Pelasgian stock, the first bords of the land, who had +come out of the soil at the call of God. The pillaging northmen +had crushed his folk out of the mainlands and most of the +islands, but in Lemnos they had met their match. It was a family +story how every grown male had been slain, and how the women long +after had slaughtered their conquerors in the night. "Lemnian +deeds," said the Hellenes, when they wished to speak of some +shameful thing: but to Atta the shame was a glory to be +cherished for ever. He and his kind were the ancient people, and +the gods loved old things, as those new folk would find. Very +especially he hated the men of Athens. Had not one of their +captains, Militades, beaten the Lemnians and brought the island +under Athenian sway? True, it was a rule only in name, for any +Athenian who came alone to Lemnos would soon be cleaving the air +from the highest cliff-top. But the thought irked his pride, and +he gloated over the Persians' coming. The Great King from beyond +the deserts would smite those outrageous upstarts. Atta would +willingly give earth and water. It was the whim of a fantastic +barbarian, and would be well repaid if the bastard Hellenes were +destroyed. They spoke his own tongue, and worshipped his own +gods, and yet did evil. Let the nemesis of Zeus devour them! + +The wreckage pursued him everywhere. Dead men shouldered the +sides of the galley, and the straits were stuck full of things +like monstrous buoys, where tall ships had foundered. At +Artemision he thought he saw signs of an anchored fleet with the +low poops of the Hellenes, and sheered off to the northern +shores. There, looking towards Oeta and the Malian Gulf, he +found an anchorage at sunset. The waters were ugly and the times +ill, and he had come on an enterprise bigger than he had dreamed. +The Lemnian was a stout fellow, but he had no love for needless +danger. He laughed mirthlessly as he thought of his errand, for +he was going to Hellas, to the shrine of the Hellenes. + +It was a woman's doing, like most crazy enterprises. Three years +ago his wife had laboured hard in childbirth, and had had the +whims of labouring women. Up in the keep of Larisa, on the windy +hillside, there had been heart-searching and talk about the gods. +The little olive-wood Hermes, the very private and particular god +of Atta's folk, was good enough in simple things like a lambing +or a harvest, but he was scarcely fit for heavy tasks. Atta's +wife declared that her lord lacked piety. There were mainland +gods who repaid worship, but his scorn of all Hellenes made him +blind to the merits of those potent divinities. At first Atta +resisted. There was Attic blood in his wife, and he strove to +argue with her unorthodox craving. But the woman persisted, and +a Lemnian wife, as she is beyond other wives in virtue and +comeliness, excels them in stubbornness of temper. A second time +she was with child, and nothing would content her but that Atta +should make his prayers to the stronger gods. Dodona was far +away, and long ere he reached it his throat would be cut in the +hills. But Delphi was but two days' journey from the Malian +coast, and the god of Delphi, the Far-Darter had surprising +gifts, if one were to credit travellers' tales. Atta yielded +with an ill grace, and out of his wealth devised an offering to +Apollo. So on this July day he found himself looking across the +gulf to Kallidromos bound for a Hellenic shrine, but hating all +Hellenes in his soul. A verse of Homer consoled him-the words +which Phocion spoke to Achilles. "Verily even the gods may be +turned, they whose excellence and honour and strength are greater +than thine; yet even these do men, when they pray, turn from +their purpose with offerings of incense and pleasant vows." The +Far-Darter must hate the hubris of those Hellenes, and be the +more ready to avenge it since they dared to claim his +countenance. "No race has ownership in the gods," a Lemnian +song-maker had said when Atta had been questioning the ways of +Poseidon. + +The following dawn found him coasting past the north end of +Euboea in the thin fog of a windless summer morn. He steered by +the peak of Othrys and a spur of Oeta, as he had learnt from a +slave who had travelled the road. Presently he was in the muddy +Malian waters, and the sun was scattering the mist on the +landward side. And then he became aware of a greater commotion +than Poseidon's play with the ships off Pelion. A murmur like a +winter's storm came seawards. He lowered the sail, which he had +set to catch a chance breeze, and bade the men rest on their +oars. An earthquake seemed to be tearing at the roots of the +hills. + +The mist rolled up, and his hawk eyes saw a strange sight. The +water was green and still around him, but shoreward it changed +its colour. It was a dirty red, and things bobbed about in it +like the Persians in the creek of Sciathos. On the strip of +shore, below the sheer wall of Kallidromos, men were +fighting-myriads of men, for away towards Locris they stretched +in ranks and banners and tents till the eye lost them in the +haze. There was no sail on the queer, muddy-red-edged sea; +there was no man on the hills: but on that one flat ribbon of +sand all the nations of the earth were warring. He remembered +about the place: Thermopylae they called it, the Gate of the Hot +Springs. The Hellenes were fighting the Persians in the pass for +their Fatherland. + +Atta was prudent and loved not other men's quarrels. He gave the +word to the rowers to row seaward. In twenty strokes they were +in the mist again... + +Atta was prudent, but he was also stubborn. He spent the day in +a creek on the northern shore of the gulf, listening to the weird +hum which came over the waters out of the haze. He cursed the +delay. Up on Kallidromos would be clear dry air and the path to +Delphi among the oak woods. The Hellenes could not be fighting +everywhere at once. He might find some spot on the shore, far in +their rear, where he could land and gain the hills. There was +danger indeed, but once on the ridge he would be safe; and by +the time he came back the Great King would have swept the +defenders into the sea, and be well on the road for Athens. He +asked himself if it were fitting that a Lemnian should be stayed +in his holy task by the struggles of Hellene and Barbarian. His +thoughts flew to his steading at Larisa, and the dark-eyed wife +who was awaiting his homecoming. He could not return without +Apollo's favour: his manhood and the memory of his lady's eyes +forbade it. So late in the afternoon he pushed off again and +steered his galley for the south. + +About sunset the mist cleared from the sea; but the dark falls +swiftly in the shadow of the high hills, and Atta had no fear. +With the night the hum sank to a whisper; it seemed that the +invaders were drawing off to camp, for the sound receded to the +west. At the last light the Lemnian touched a rock-point well to +the rear of the defence. He noticed that the spume at the tide's +edge was reddish and stuck to his hands like gum. Of a surety +much blood was flowing on that coast. + +He bade his slaves return to the north shore and lie hidden to +await him. When he came back he would light a signal fire on the +topmost bluff of Kallidromos. Let them watch for it and come to +take him off. Then he seized his bow and quiver, and his short +hunting-spear, buckled his cloak about him, saw that the gift to +Apollo was safe in the folds of it, and marched sturdily up the +hillside. + +The moon was in her first quarter, a slim horn which at her rise +showed only the faint outline of the hill. Atta plodded +steadfastly on, but he found the way hard. This was not like the +crisp sea-turf of Lemnos, where among the barrows of the ancient +dead, sheep and kine could find sweet fodder. Kallidromos ran up +as steep as the roof of a barn. Cytisus and thyme and juniper +grew rank, but above all the place was strewn with rocks, +leg-twisting boulders, and great cliffs where eagles dwelt. +Being a seaman, Atta had his bearings. The path to Delphi left +the shore road near the Hot Springs, and went south by a rift of +the mountain. If he went up the slope in a beeline he must +strike it in time and find better going. Still it was an eerie +place to be tramping after dark. The Hellenes had strange gods +of the thicket and hillside, and he had no wish to intrude upon +their sanctuaries. He told himself that next to the Hellenes he +hated this country of theirs, where a man sweltered in hot +jungles or tripped among hidden crags. He sighed for the cool +beaches below Larisa, where the surf was white as the snows of +Samothrace, and the fisherboys sang round their smoking +broth-pots. + +Presently he found a path. It was not the mule road, worn by +many feet, that he had looked for, but a little track which +twined among the boulders. Still it eased his feet, so he +cleared the thorns from his sandals, strapped his belt tighter, +and stepped out more confidently. Up and up he went, making odd +detours among the crags. Once he came to a promontory, and, +looking down, saw lights twinkling from the Hot Springs. He had +thought the course lay more southerly, but consoled himself by +remembering that a mountain path must have many windings. The +great matter was that he was ascending, for he knew that he must +cross the ridge of Oeta before he struck the Locrian glens that +led to the Far-Darter's shrine. + +At what seemed the summit of the first ridge he halted for +breath, and, prone on the thyme, looked back to sea. The Hot +Springs were hidden, but across the gulf a single light shone +from the far shore. He guessed that by this time his galley had +been beached and his slaves were cooking supper. The thought +made him homesick. He had beaten and cursed these slaves of his +times without number, but now in this strange land he felt them +kinsfolk, men of his own household. Then he told himself he was +no better than a woman. Had he not gone sailing to Chalcedon and +distant Pontus, many months' journey from home while this was but +a trip of days? In a week he would be welcomed by a smiling +wife, with a friendly god behind him. + +The track still bore west, though Delphi lay in the south. +Moreover, he had come to a broader road running through a little +tableland. The highest peaks of Oeta were dark against the sky, +and around him was a flat glade where oaks whispered in the night +breezes. By this time he judged from the stars that midnight had +passed, and he began to consider whether, now that he was beyond +the fighting, he should not sleep and wait for dawn. He made up +his mind to find a shelter, and, in the aimless way of the night +traveller, pushed on and on in the quest of it. The truth is his +mind was on Lemnos, and a dark-eyed, white-armed dame spinning in +the evening by the threshold. His eyes roamed among the +oaktrees, but vacantly and idly, and many a mossy corner was +passed unheeded. He forgot his ill temper, and hummed cheerfully +the song his reapers sang in the barley-fields below his orchard. +It was a song of seamen turned husbandmen, for the gods it called +on were the gods of the sea.... + +Suddenly he found himself crouching among the young oaks, peering +and listening. There was something coming from the west. It was +like the first mutterings of a storm in a narrow harbour, a +steady rustling and whispering. It was not wind; he knew winds +too well to be deceived. It was the tramp of light-shod feet +among the twigs--many feet, for the sound remained steady, while +the noise of a few men will rise and fall. They were coming fast +and coming silently. The war had reached far up Kallidromos. + +Atta had played this game often in the little island wars. Very +swiftly he ran back and away from the path up the slope which he +knew to be the first ridge of Kallidromos. The army, whatever it +might be, was on the Delphian road. Were the Hellenes about to +turn the flank of the Great King? + +A moment later he laughed at his folly. For the men began to +appear, and they were crossing to meet him, coming from the west. +Lying close in the brushwood he could see them clearly. It was +well he had left the road, for they stuck to it, following every +winding-crouching, too, like hunters after deer. The first man +he saw was a Hellene, but the ranks behind were no Hellenes. +There was no glint of bronze or gleam of fair skin. They were +dark, long-haired fellows, with spears like his own, and round +Eastern caps, and egg-shaped bucklers. Then Atta rejoiced. It +was the Great King who was turning the flank of the Hellenes. +They guarded the gate, the fools, while the enemy slipped through +the roof. + +He did not rejoice long. The van of the army was narrow and kept +to the path, but the men behind were straggling all over the +hillside. Another minute and he would be discovered. The thought +was cheerless. It was true that he was an islander and friendly +to the Persian, but up on the heights who would listen to his +tale? He would be taken for a spy, and one of those thirsty +spears would drink his blood. It must be farewell to Delphi for +the moment, he thought, or farewell to Lemnos for ever. +Crouching low, he ran back and away from the path to the crest of +the sea-ridge of Kallidromos. + +The men came no nearer him. They were keeping roughly to the +line of the path, and drifted through the oak wood before him, an +army without end. He had scarcely thought there were so many +fighting men in the world. He resolved to lie there on the +crest, in the hope that ere the first light they would be gone. +Then he would push on to Delphi, leaving them to settle their +quarrels behind him. These were the hard times for a pious +pilgrim. + +But another noise caught his ear from the right. The army had +flanking squadrons, and men were coming along the ridge. Very +bitter anger rose in Atta's heart. He had cursed the Hellenes, +and now he cursed the Barbarians no less. Nay, he cursed all +war, that spoiled the errands of peaceful folk. And then, +seeking safety, he dropped over the crest on to the steep +shoreward face of the mountain. + +In an instant his breath had gone from him. He slid down a long +slope of screes, and then with a gasp found himself falling sheer +into space. Another second and he was caught in a tangle of +bush, and then dropped once more upon screes, where he clutched +desperately for handhold. Breathless and bleeding he came to +anchor on a shelf of greensward and found himself blinking up at +the crest which seemed to tower a thousand feet above. There +were men on the crest now. He heard them speak and felt that +they were looking down. + +The shock kept him still till the men had passed. Then the +terror of the place gripped him, and he tried feverishly to +retrace his steps. A dweller all his days among gentle downs, he +grew dizzy with the sense of being hung in space. But the only +fruit of his efforts was to set him slipping again. This time he +pulled up at the root of gnarled oak, which overhung the sheerest +cliff on Kallidromos. The danger brought his wits back. He +sullenly reviewed his case, and found it desperate. + +He could not go back, and, even if he did, he would meet the +Persians. If he went on he would break his neck, or at the best +fall into the Hellenes' hands. Oddly enough he feared his old +enemies less than his friends. He did not think that the +Hellenes would butcher him. Again, he might sit perched in his +eyrie till they settled their quarrel, or he fell off. He +rejected this last way. Fall off he should for certain, unless +he kept moving. Already he was retching with the vertigo of the +heights. It was growing lighter. Suddenly he was looking not +into a black world, but to a pearl-grey floor far beneath him. +It was the sea, the thing he knew and loved. The sight screwed +up his courage. He remembered that he was Lemnian and a +seafarer. He would be conquered neither by rock, nor by Hellene, +nor by the Great King. Least of all by the last, who was a +barbarian. Slowly, with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes, he +began to clamber down a ridge which flanked the great cliffs of +Kallidromos. His plan was to reach the shore and take the road +to the east before the Persians completed their circuit. Some +instinct told him that a great army would not take the track he +had mounted by. There must be some longer and easier way +debouching farther down the coast. He might yet have the good +luck to slip between them and the sea. + +The two hours which followed tried his courage hard. Thrice he +fell, and only a juniper-root stood between him and death. His +hands grew ragged, and his nails were worn to the quick. He had +long ago lost his weapons; his cloak was in shreds, all save the +breast-fold which held the gift to Apollo. The heavens +brightened, but he dared not look around. He knew he was +traversing awesome places, where a goat could scarcely tread. +Many times he gave up hope of life. His head was swimming, and +he was so deadly sick that often he had to lie gasping on some +shoulder of rock less steep than the rest. But his anger kept +him to his purpose. He was filled with fury at the Hellenes. It +was they and their folly that had brought him these mischances. +Some day .... + +He found himself sitting blinking on the shore of the sea. A +furlong off the water was lapping on the reefs. A man, larger +than human in the morning mist, was standing above him. + +"Greeting, stranger," said the voice. "By Hermes, you choose +the difficult roads to travel." + +Atta felt for broken bones, and, reassured, struggled to his +feet. + +"God's curse upon all mountains," he said. He staggered to the +edge of the tide and laved his brow. The savour of salt revived +him. He turned to find the tall man at his elbow, and noted how +worn and ragged he was, and yet how upright. "When a pigeon is +flushed from the rocks, there is a hawk near," said the voice. + +Atta was angry. "A hawk!" he cried. "Nay, an army of eagles. +There will be some rare flushing of Hellenes before evening." + +"What frightened you, Islander?" the stranger asked. "Did a +wolf bark up on the hillside?" + +"Ay, a wolf. The wolf from the East with a multitude of +wolflings. There will be fine eating soon in the pass." + +The man's face grew dark. He put his hand to his mouth and +called. Half a dozen sentries ran to join him. He spoke to them +in the harsh Lacedaemonian speech which made Atta sick to hear. +They talked with the back of the throat and there was not an "s" +in their words. + +"There is mischief in the hills," the first man said. "This +islander has been frightened down over the rocks. The Persian is +stealing a march on us." + +The sentries laughed. One quoted a proverb about island courage. +Atta's wrath flared and he forgot himself. He had no wish to +warn the Hellenes, but it irked his pride to be thought a liar. +He began to tell his story hastily, angrily, confusedly; and the +men still laughed. + +Then he turned eastward and saw the proof before him. The light +had grown and the sun was coming up over Pelion. The first beam +fell on the eastern ridge of Kallidromos, and there, clear on the +sky-line, was the proof. The Persian was making a wide circuit, +but moving shoreward. In a little he would be at the coast, and +by noon at the Hellenes' rear. + +His hearers doubted no more. Atta was hurried forward through +the lines of the Greeks to the narrow throat of the pass, where +behind a rough rampart of stones lay the Lacedaemonian +headquarters. He was still giddy from the heights, and it was in +a giddy dream that he traversed the misty shingles of the beach +amid ranks of sleeping warriors. It was a grim place, for there +were dead and dying in it, and blood on every stone. But in the +lee of the wall little fires were burning and slaves were cooking +breakfast. The smell of roasting flesh came pleasantly to his +nostrils, and he remembered that he had had no meal since he +crossed the gulf. + +Then he found himself the centre of a group who had the air of +kings. They looked as if they had been years in war. Never had +he seen faces so worn and so terribly scarred. The hollows in +their cheeks gave them the air of smiling, and yet they were +grave. Their scarlet vests were torn and muddled, and the armour +which lay near was dinted like the scrap-iron before a smithy +door. But what caught his attention were the eyes of the men. +They glittered as no eyes he had ever seen before glittered. The +sight cleared his bewilderment and took the pride out of his +heart. He could not pretend to despise a folk who looked like +Ares fresh from the wars of the Immortals. + +They spoke among themselves in quiet voices. Scouts came and +went, and once or twice one of the men, taller than the rest, +asked Atta a question. The Lemnian sat in the heart of the +group, sniffing the smell of cooking, and looking at the rents in +his cloak and the long scratches on his legs. Something was +pressing on his breast, and he found that it was Apollo's gift. +He had forgotten all about it. Delphi seemed beyond the moon, +and his errand a child's dream. + +Then the King, for so he thought of the tall man, spoke-- + +"You have done us a service, Islander. The Persian is at our +back and front, and there will be no escape for those who stay. +Our allies are going home, for they do not share our vows. We of +Lacedaemon wait in the pass. If you go with the men of Corinth +you will find a place of safety before noon. No doubt in the +Euripus there is some boat to take you to your own land." + +He spoke courteously, not in the rude Athenian way; and somehow +the quietness of his voice and his glittering eyes roused wild +longings in Atta's heart. His island pride was face to face with +a greater-greater than he had ever dreamed of. + +"Bid yon cooks give me some broth," he said gruffly. "I am +faint. After I have eaten I will speak with you." + +He was given food, and as he ate he thought. He was on trial +before these men of Lacedaemon. More, the old faith of the +islands, the pride of the first masters, was at stake in his +hands. He had boasted that he and his kind were the last of the +men; now these Hellenes of Lacedaemon were preparing a great +deed, and they deemed him unworthy to share in it. They offered +him safety. Could he brook the insult? He had forgotten that +the cause of the Persian was his; that the Hellenes were the +foes of his race. He saw only that the last test of manhood was +preparing and the manhood in him rose to greet the trial. An odd +wild ecstasy surged in his veins. It was not the lust of battle, +for he had no love of slaying, or hate for the Persian, for he +was his friend. It was the sheer joy of proving that the Lemnian +stock had a starker pride than these men of Lacedamon. They +would die for their fatherland, and their vows; but he, for a +whim, a scruple, a delicacy of honour. His mind was so clear +that no other course occurred to him. There was only one way for +a man. He, too, would be dying for his fatherland, for through +him the island race would be ennobled in the eyes of gods and +men. + +Troops were filing fast to the east--Thebans, Corinthians. "Time +flies, Islander," said the King's voice. "The hours of safety +are slipping past." Atta looked up carelessly. "I will stay," +he said. "God's curse on all Hellenes! Little I care for your +quarrels. It is nothing to me if your Hellas is under the heels +of the East. But I care much for brave men. It shall never be +said that a man of Lemnos, a son of the old race, fell back when +Death threatened. I stay with you, men of Lacedaemon. + +The King's eyes glittered; they seemed to peer into his heart. + +"It appears they breed men in the islands," he said. "But you +err. Death does not threaten. Death awaits us. + +"It is all one," said Atta. "But I crave a boon. Let me fight +my last fight by your side. I am of older stock than you, and a +king in my own country. I would strike my last blow among +kings." + +There was an hour of respite before battle was joined, and Atta +spent it by the edge of the sea. He had been given arms, and in +girding himself for the fight he had found Apollo's offering in +his breastfold. He was done with the gods of the Hellenes. His +offering should go to the gods of his own people. So, calling +upon Poseidon, he flung the little gold cup far out to sea. It +flashed in the sunlight, and then sank in the soft green tides so +noiselessly that it seemed as if the hand of the Sea-god had been +stretched to take it. "Hail, Poseidon!" the Lemnian cried. "I am +bound this day for the Ferryman. To you only I make prayer, and +to the little Hermes of Larisa. Be kind to my kin when they +travel the sea, and keep them islanders and seafarers for ever. +Hail and farewell, God of my own folk!" + +Then, while the little waves lapped on the white sand, Atta +made a song. He was thinking of the homestead far up in the +green downs, looking over to the snows of Samothrace. At this +hour in the morning there would be a tinkle of sheep-bells as the +flocks went down to the low pastures. Cool wind would be +blowing, and the noise of the surf below the cliffs would come +faint to the ear. In the hall the maids mould be spinning, while +their dark-haired mistress would be casting swift glances to the +doorway, lest it might be filled any moment by the form of her +returning lord. Outside in the chequered sunlight of the orchard +the child would be playing with his nurse, crooning in childish +syllables the chanty his father had taught him. And at the +thought of his home a great passion welled up in Atta's heart. +It was not regret, but joy and pride and aching love. In his +antique island creed the death he was awaiting was not other than +a bridal. He was dying for the things he loved, and by his death +they would be blessed eternally. He would not have long to wait +before bright eyes came to greet him in the House of Shadows. + +So Atta made the Song of Atta, and sang it then, and later in the +press of battle. It was a simple song, like the lays of +seafarers. It put into rough verse the thought which cheers the +heart of all adventurers--nay, which makes adventure possible for +those who have much to leave. It spoke of the shining pathway of +the sea which is the Great Uniter. A man may lie dead in Pontus +or beyond the Pillars of Herakles, but if he dies on the shore +there is nothing between him and his fatherland. It spoke of a +battle all the long dark night in a strange place--a place of +marshes and black cliffs and shadowy terrors. + +"In the dawn the sweet light comes," said the song, "and the salt +winds and the tides will bear me home..." + +When in the evening the Persians took toll of the dead, they +found one man who puzzled them. He lay among the tall +Lacedaemonians on the very lip of the sea, and around him were +swathes of their countrymen. It looked as if he had been +fighting his way to the water, and had been overtaken by death as +his feet reached the edge. Nowhere in the pass did the dead lie +so thick, and yet he was no Hellene. He was torn like a deer +that the dogs have worried, but the little left of his garments +and his features spoke of Eastern race. The survivors could tell +nothing except that he had fought like a god and had been singing +all the while. + +The matter came to the ear of the Great King who was sore enough +at the issue of the day. That one of his men had performed feats +of valeur beyond the Hellenes was a pleasant tale to tell. And +so his captains reported it. Accordingly when the fleet from +Artemision arrived next morning, and all but a few score Persians +were shovelled into holes, that the Hellenes might seem to have +been conquered by a lesser force, Atta's body was laid out with +pomp in the midst of the Lacedaemonians. And the seamen rubbed +their eyes and thanked their strange gods that one man of the +East had been found to match those terrible warriors whose name +was a nightmare. Further, the Great King gave orders that the +body of Atta should be embalmed and carried with the army, and +that his name and kin should be sought out and duly honoured. +This latter was a task too hard for the staff, and no more was +heard of it till months later, when the King, in full flight +after Salamis, bethought him of the one man who had not played +him false. Finding that his lieutenants had nothing to tell him, +he eased five of them of their heads. + +As it happened, the deed was not quite forgotten. An islander, a +Lesbian and a cautious man, had fought at Therrnopylae in the +Persian ranks, and had heard Atta's singing and seen how he fell. +Long afterwards some errand took this man to Lemnos, and in the +evening, speaking with the Elders, he told his tale and repeated +something of the song. There was that in the words which gave +the Lemnians a clue, the mention, I think, of the olive-wood +Hermes and the snows of Samothrace. So Atta came to great honour +among his own people, and his memory and his words were handed +down to the generations. The song became a favourite island lay, +and for centuries throughout the Aegean seafaring men sang it +when they turned their prows to wild seas. Nay, it travelled +farther, for you will find part of it stolen by Euripides and put +in a chorus of the Andromache. There are echoes of it in some of +the epigrams of the Anthology; and, though the old days have +gone, the simple fisher-folk still sing snatches in their +barbarous dialect. The Klephts used to make a catch of it at +night round their fires in the hills, and only the other day I +met a man in Scyros who had collected a dozen variants, and was +publishing them in a dull book on island folklore. + +In the centuries which followed the great fight, the sea fell +away from the roots of the cliffs and left a mile of marshland. +About fifty years ago a peasant, digging in a rice-field, found +the cup which Atta bad given to Poseidon. There was much talk +about the discovery, and scholars debated hotly about its origin. +To-day it is in the Berlin Museum, and according to the new +fashion in archaeology it is labelled "Minoan," and kept in the +Cretan Section. But any one who looks carefully will see behind +the rim a neat little carving of a dolphin; and I happen to +know that that was the private badge of Atta's house. + + + +ATTA'S SONG + +(Roughly translated.) + + +I will sing of thee, Great Sea-Mother, +Whose white arms gather +Thy sons in the ending: +And draw them homeward +From far sad marches-- +Wild lands in the sunset, +Bitter shores of the morning-- +Soothe them and guide them +By shining pathways +Homeward to thee. + +All day I have striven in dark glens +With parched throat and dim eyes, +Where the red crags choke the stream +And dank thickets hide the spear. +I have spilled the blood of my foes +And their wolves have torn my flanks. +I am faint, O Mother, +Faint and aweary. +I have longed for thy cool winds +And thy kind grey eyes +And thy lover's arms. + +At the even I came +To a land of terrors, +Of hot swamps where the feet mired +And waters that flowerd red with blood +There I strove with thousands, +Wild-eyed and lost, +As a lion among serpents. +--But sudden before me +I saw the flash +Of the sweet wide waters +That wash my homeland +And mirror the stars of home. +Then sang I for joy, +For I knew the Preserver, +Thee, the Uniter, +The great Sea-Mother. +Soon will the sweet light come, +And the salt winds and the tides +Will bear me home. + +Far in the sunrise, +Nestled in thy bosom, +Lies my own green isle. +Thither wilt thou bear me. +To where, above the sea-cliffs, +Stretch mild meadows, flower-decked, thyme-scented, +Crisp with sea breezes. +There my flocks feed +On sunny uplands, +Looking over thy waters +To where the mount Saos +Raises purl snows to God. + +Hermes, guide of souls, +I made thee a shrine in my orchard, +And round thy olive-wood limbs +The maidens twined Spring blossoms- +Violet and helichryse +And the pale wind flowers. +Keep thou watch for me, +For I am coming. +Tell to my lady +And to all my kinsfolk +That I who have gone from them +Tarry not long, but come swift o'er the sea-path, +My feet light with joy, +My eyes bright with longing. +For little it matters +Where a man may fall, +If he fall by the sea-shore; +The kind waters await him, +The white arms are around him, +And the wise Mother of Men +Will carry him home. + +I who sing +Wait joyfully on the morning. +Ten thousand beset me +And their spears ache for my heart. +They will crush me and grind me to mire, +So that none will know the man that once was me. +But at the first light I shall be gone, +Singing, flitting, o'er the grey waters, +Outward, homeward, +To thee, the Preserver, +Thee, the Uniter, +Mother the Sea. + + + +SPACE + +IV + +"Est impossibile? Certum est." +-TERTULLIAN. + + +Leithen told me this story one evening in early September as we +sat beside the pony track which gropes its way from Glenvalin up +the Correi na Sidhe. I had arrived that afternoon from the +south, while he had been taking an off-day from a week's +stalking, so we had walked up the glen together after tea to get +the news of the forest. A rifle was out on the Correi na Sidhe +beat, and a thin spire of smoke had risen from the top of Sgurr +Dearg to show that a stag had been killed at the burnhead. The +lumpish hill pony with its deer-saddle had gone up the Correi in +a gillie's charge while we followed at leisure, picking our way +among the loose granite rocks and the patches of wet bogland. +The track climbed high on one of the ridges of Sgurr Dearg, till +it hung over a caldron of green glen with the Alt-na-Sidhe +churning in its linn a thousand feet below. It was a breathless +evening, I remember, with a pale-blue sky just clearing from the +haze of the day. West-wind weather may make the North, even in +September, no bad imitation of the Tropics, and I sincerely +pitied the man who all these stifling hours had been toiling on +the screes of Sgurr Dearg. By-and-by we sat down on a bank of +heather, and idly watched the trough swimming at our feet. The +clatter of the pony's hoofs grew fainter, the drone of bees had +gone, even the midges seemed to have forgotten their calling. No +place on earth can be so deathly still as a deer-forest early in +the season before the stags have begun roaring, for there are no +sheep with their homely noises, and only the rare croak of a +raven breaks the silence. The hillside was far from sheer-one +could have walked down with a little care-but something in the +shape of the hollow and the remote gleam of white water gave it +an extraordinary depth and space. There was a shimmer left from +the day's heat, which invested bracken and rock and scree with a +curious airy unreality. One could almost have believed that the +eye had tricked the mind, that all was mirage, that five yards +from the path the solid earth fell away into nothingness. I have +a bad head, and instinctively I drew farther back into the +heather. Leithen's eyes were looking vacantly before him. + +"Did you ever know Hollond?" he asked. + +Then he laughed shortly. "I don't know why I asked that, but +somehow this place reminded me of Hollond. That glimmering +hollow looks as if it were the beginning of eternity. It must be +eerie to live with the feeling always on one." + +Leithen seemed disinclined for further exercise. He lit a pipe +and smoked quietly for a little. "Odd that you didn't know +Hollond. You must have heard his name. I thought you amused +yourself with metaphysics." + +Then I remembered. There had been an erratic genius who had +written some articles in Mind on that dreary subject, the +mathematical conception of infinity. Men had praised them to me, +but I confess I never quite understood their argument. "Wasn't +he some sort of mathematical professor?" I asked. + +"He was, and, in his own way, a tremendous swell. He wrote a +book on Number which has translations in every European language. +He is dead now, and the Royal Society founded a medal in his +honour. But I wasn't thinking of that side of him." + +It was the time and place for a story, for the pony would not be +back for an hour. So I asked Leithen about the other side of +Hollond which was recalled to him by Correi na Sidhe. He seemed +a little unwilling to speak... + +"I wonder if you will understand it. You ought to, of course, +better than me, for you know something of philosophy. But it +took me a long time to get the hang of it, and I can't give you +any kind of explanation. He was my fag at Eton, and when I began +to get on at the Bar I was able to advise him on one or two +private matters, so that he rather fancied my legal ability. He +came to me with his story because he had to tell someone, and he +wouldn't trust a colleague. He said he didn't want a scientist +to know, for scientists were either pledged to their own theories +and wouldn't understand, or, if they understood, would get ahead +of him in his researches. He wanted a lawyer, he said, who was +accustomed to weighing evidence. That was good sense, for +evidence must always be judged by the same laws, and I suppose in +the long-run the most abstruse business comes down to a fairly +simple deduction from certain data. Anyhow, that was the way he +used to talk, and I listened to him, for I liked the man, and had +an enormous respect for his brains. At Eton he sluiced down all +the mathematics they could give him, and he was an astonishing +swell at Cambridge. He was a simple fellow, too, and talked no +more jargon than he could help. I used to climb with him in the +Alps now and then, and you would never have guessed that he had +any thoughts beyond getting up steep rocks. + +"It was at Chamonix, I remember, that I first got a hint of the +matter that was filling his mind. We had been taking an off-day, +and were sitting in the hotel garden, watching the Aiguilles +getting purple in the twilight. Chamonix always makes me choke a +little-it is so crushed in by those great snow masses. I said +something about it--said I liked the open spaces like the +Gornegrat or the Bel Alp better. He asked me why: if it was the +difference of the air, or merely the wider horizon? I said it +was the sense of not being crowded, of living in an empty world. +He repeated the word 'empty' and laughed. + +"'By "empty" you mean,' he said,'where things don't knock up +against you?' + +I told him No. I mean just empty, void, nothing but blank +aether. + +"You don't knock up against things here, and the air is as good +as you want. It can't be the lack of ordinary emptiness you +feel." + +"I agreed that the word needed explaining. 'I suppose it is +mental restlessness,' I said. 'I like to feel that for a +tremendous distance there is nothing round me. Why, I don't +know. Some men are built the other way and have a terror of +space.' + +"He said that that was better. 'It is a personal fancy, and +depends on your KNOWING that there is nothing between you and the +top of the Dent Blanche. And you know because your eyes tell you +there is nothing. Even if you were blind, you might have a sort +of sense about adjacent matter. Blind men often have it. But in +any case, whether got from instinct or sight, the KNOWLEDGE is +what matters.' + +"Hollond was embarking on a Socratic dialogue in which I could +see little point. I told him so, and he laughed. "'I am not +sure that I am very clear myself. But yes--there IS a point. +Supposing you knew-not by sight or by instinct, but by sheer +intellectual knowledge, as I know the truth of a mathematical +proposition--that what we call empty space was full, crammed. +Not with lumps of what we call matter like hills and houses, but +with things as real--as real to the mind. Would you still +feel crowded?' + +"'No,' I said, 'I don't think so. It is only what we call matter +that signifies. It would be just as well not to feel crowded by +the other thing, for there would be no escape from it. But what +are you getting at? Do you mean atoms or electric currents or +what?' + +"He said he wasn't thinking about that sort of thing, and began +to talk of another subject. + +"Next night, when we were pigging it at the Geant cabane, he +started again on the same tack. He asked me how I accounted for +the fact that animals could find their way back over great tracts +of unknown country. I said I supposed it was the homing +instinct. + +"'Rubbish, man,' he said. 'That's only another name for the +puzzle, not an explanation. There must be some reason for it. +They must KNOW something that we cannot understand. Tie a cat in +a bag and take it fifty miles by train and it will make its way +home. That cat has some clue that we haven't.' + +"I was tired and sleepy, and told him that I did not care a rush +about the psychology of cats. But he was not to be snubbed, and +went on talking. + +"'How if Space is really full of things we cannot see and as yet +do not know? How if all animals and some savages have a cell in +their brain or a nerve which responds to the invisible world? +How if all Space be full of these landmarks, not material in our +sense, but quite real? A dog barks at nothing, a wild beast +makes an aimless circuit. Why? Perhaps because Space is made up +of corridors and alleys, ways to travel and things to shun? For +all we know, to a greater intelligence than ours the top of Mont +Blanc may be as crowded as Piccadilly Circus.' + +"But at that point I fell asleep and left Hollond to repeat his +questions to a guide who knew no English and a snoring porter. + +"Six months later, one foggy January afternoon, Hollond rang me +up at the Temple and proposed to come to see me that night after +dinner. I thought he wanted to talk Alpine shop, but he turned +up in Duke Street about nine with a kit-bag full of papers. He +was an odd fellow to look at--a yellowish face with the skin +stretched tight on the cheek-bones, clean-shaven, a sharp chin +which he kept poking forward, and deep-set, greyish eyes. He was +a hard fellow, too, always in pretty good condition, which was +remarkable considering how he slaved for nine months out of the +twelve. He had a quiet, slow-spoken manner, but that night I saw +that he was considerably excited. + +"He said that he had come to me because we were old friends. He +proposed to tell me a tremendous secret. 'I must get another +mind to work on it or I'll go crazy. I don't want a scientist. +I want a plain man.' + +"Then he fixed me with a look like a tragic actor's. 'Do you +remember that talk we had in August at Chamonix--about Space? I +daresay you thought I was playing the fool. So I was in a sense, +but I was feeling my way towards something which has been in my +mind for ten years. Now I have got it, and you must hear about +it. You may take my word that it's a pretty startling +discovery.' + +"I lit a pipe and told him to go ahead, warning him that I knew +about as much science as the dustman. + +"I am bound to say that it took me a long time to understand +what he meant. He began by saying that everybody thought of +Space as an 'empty homogeneous medium.' 'Never mind at present +what the ultimate constituents of that medium are. We take it as +a finished product, and we think of it as mere extension, +something without any quality at all. That is the view of +civilised man. You will find all the philosophers taking it for +granted. Yes, but every living thing does not take that view. +An animal, for instance. It feels a kind of quality in Space. +It can find its way over new country, because it perceives +certain landmarks, not necessarily material, but perceptible, or +if you like intelligible. Take an Australian savage. He has the +same power, and, I believe, for the same reason. He is conscious +of intelligible landmarks.' + +"'You mean what people call a sense of direction,' I put in. + +"'Yes, but what in Heaven's name is a sense of direction? The +phrase explains nothing. However incoherent the mind of the +animal or the savage may be, it is there somewhere, working on +some data. I've been all through the psychological and +anthropological side of the business, and after you eliminate the +clues from sight and hearing and smell and half-conscious memory +there remains a solid lump of the inexplicable.' + +"Hollond's eye had kindled, and he sat doubled up in his chair, +dominating me with a finger. + +"'Here, then is a power which man is civilising himself out of. +Call it anything you like, but you must admit that it is a power. +Don't you see that it is a perception of another kind of reality +that we are leaving behind us? ', Well, you know the way nature +works. The wheel comes full circle, and what we think we have +lost we regain in a higher form. So for a long time I have been +wondering whether the civilised mind could not recreate for +itself this lost gift, the gift of seeing the quality of Space. +I mean that I wondered whether the scientific modern brain could +not get to the stage of realising that Space is not an empty +homogeneous medium, but full of intricate differences, +intelligible and real, though not with our common reality.' + +"I found all this very puzzling and he had to repeat it several +times before I got a glimpse of what he was talking about. + +"'I've wondered for a long time he went on 'but now quite +suddenly, I have begun to know.' He stopped and asked me abruptly +if I knew much about mathematics. + +"'It's a pity,' he said,'but the main point is not technical, +though I wish you could appreciate the beauty of some of my +proofs. Then he began to tell me about his last six months' +work. I should have mentioned that he was a brilliant physicist +besides other things. All Hollond's tastes were on the +borderlands of sciences, where mathematics fades into metaphysics +and physics merges in the abstrusest kind of mathematics. Well, +it seems he had been working for years at the ultimate problem of +matter, and especially of that rarefied matter we call aether or +space. I forget what his view was-atoms or molecules or electric +waves. If he ever told me I have forgotten, but I'm not certain +that I ever knew. However, the point was that these ultimate +constituents were dynamic and mobile, not a mere passive medium +but a medium in constant movement and change. He claimed to have +discovered--by ordinary inductive experiment--that the +constituents of aether possessed certain functions, and moved in +certain figures obedient to certain mathematical laws. Space, I +gathered, was perpetually 'forming fours' in some fancy way. + +"Here he left his physics and became the mathematician. Among +his mathematical discoveries had been certain curves or figures +or something whose behaviour involved a new dimension. I +gathered that this wasn't the ordinary Fourth Dimension that +people talk of, but that fourth-dimensional inwardness or +involution was part of it. The explanation lay in the pile of +manuscripts he left with me, but though I tried honestly I +couldn't get the hang of it. My mathematics stopped with +desperate finality just as he got into his subject. + +"His point was that the constituents of Space moved according to +these new mathematical figures of his. They were always +changing, but the principles of their change were as fixed as the +law of gravitation. Therefore, if you once grasped these +principles you knew the contents of the void. What do you make +of that?" + +I said that it seemed to me a reasonable enough argument, but +that it got one very little way forward. "A man," I said, "might +know the contents of Space and the laws of their arrangement and +yet be unable to see anything more than his fellows. It is a +purely academic knowledge. His mind knows it as the result of +many deductions, but his senses perceive nothing." + +Leithen laughed. "Just what I said to Hollond. He asked the +opinion of my legal mind. I said I could not pronounce on his +argument but that I could point out that he had established no +trait d'union between the intellect which understood and the +senses which perceived. It was like a blind man with immense +knowledge but no eyes, and therefore no peg to hang his knowledge +on and make it useful. He had not explained his savage or his +cat. 'Hang it, man,' I said, 'before you can appreciate the +existence of your Spacial forms you have to go through elaborate +experiments and deductions. You can't be doing that every +minute. Therefore you don't get any nearer to the USE of the +sense you say that man once possessed, though you can explain it +a bit.'" + +"What did he say?" I asked. + +"The funny thing was that he never seemed to see my difficulty. +When I kept bringing him back to it he shied off with a new wild +theory of perception. He argued that the mind can live in a +world of realities without any sensuous stimulus to connect them +with the world of our ordinary life. Of course that wasn't my +point. I supposed that this world of Space was real enough to +him, but I wanted to know how he got there. He never answered +me. He was the typical Cambridge man, you know--dogmatic about +uncertainties, but curiously diffident about the obvious. He +laboured to get me to understand the notion of his mathematical +forms, which I was quite willing to take on trust from him. Some +queer things he said, too. He took our feeling about Left and +Right as an example of our instinct for the quality of Space. +But when I objected that Left and Right varied with each object, +and only existed in connection with some definite material thing, +he said that that was exactly what he meant. It was an example +of the mobility of the Spacial forms. Do you see any sense in +that?" + +I shook my head. It seemed to me pure craziness. + +"And then he tried to show me what he called the 'involution of +Space,' by taking two points on a piece of paper. The points +were a foot away when the paper was flat, they coincided when it +was doubled up. He said that there were no gaps between the +figures, for the medium was continuous, and he took as an +illustration the loops on a cord. You are to think of a cord +always looping and unlooping itself according to certain +mathematical laws. Oh, I tell you, I gave up trying to follow +him. And he was so desperately in earnest all the time. By his +account Space was a sort of mathematical pandemonium." + +Leithen stopped to refill his pipe, and I mused upon the ironic +fate which had compelled a mathematical genius to make his sole +confidant of a philistine lawyer, and induced that lawyer to +repeat it confusedly to an ignoramus at twilight on a Scotch +hill. As told by Leithen it was a very halting tale. + +"But there was one thing I could see very clearly," Leithen went +on, "and that was Hollond's own case. This crowded world of +Space was perfectly real to him. How he had got to it I do not +know. Perhaps his mind, dwelling constantly on the problem, had +unsealed some atrophied cell and restored the old instinct. +Anyhow, he was living his daily life with a foot in each world. + +"He often came to see me, and after the first hectic discussions +he didn't talk much. There was no noticeable change in him--a +little more abstracted perhaps. He would walk in the street or +come into a room with a quick look round him, and sometimes for +no earthly reason he would swerve. Did you ever watch a cat +crossing a room? It sidles along by the furniture and walks +over an open space of carpet as if it were picking its way among +obstacles. Well, Hollond behaved like that, but he had always +been counted a little odd, and nobody noticed it but me. + +"I knew better than to chaff him, and had stopped argument, so +there wasn't much to be said. But sometimes he would give me +news about his experiences. The whole thing was perfectly clear +and scientific and above board, and nothing creepy about it. You +know how I hate the washy supernatural stuff they give us +nowadays. Hollond was well and fit, with an appetite like a +hunter. But as he talked, sometimes--well, you know I haven't +much in the way of nerves or imagination--but I used to get a +little eerie. Used to feel the solid earth dissolving round me. +It was the opposite of vertigo, if you understand me--a sense of +airy realities crowding in on you-crowding the mind, that is, not +the body. + +"I gathered from Hollond that he was always conscious of +corridors and halls and alleys in Space, shifting, but shifting +according to inexorable laws. I never could get quite clear as +to what this consciousness was like. When I asked he used to +look puzzled and worried and helpless. I made out from him that +one landmark involved a sequence, and once given a bearing from +an object you could keep the direction without a mistake. He +told me he could easily, if he wanted, go in a dirigible from the +top of Mont Blanc to the top of Snowdon in the thickest fog and +without a compass, if he were given the proper angle to start +from. I confess I didn't follow that myself. Material objects +had nothing to do with the Spacial forms, for a table or a bed in +our world might be placed across a corridor of Space. The forms +played their game independent of our kind of reality. But the +worst of it was, that if you kept your mind too much in one world +you were apt to forget about the other and Hollond was always +barking his shins on stones and chairs and things. + +"He told me all this quite simply and frankly. Remember his +mind and no other part of him lived in his new world. He said it +gave him an odd sense of detachment to sit in a room among +people, and to know that nothing there but himself had any +relation at all to the infinite strange world of Space that +flowed around them. He would listen, he said, to a great man +talking, with one eye on the cat on the rug, thinking to himself +how much more the cat knew than the man." + +"How long was it before he went mad?" I asked. + +It was a foolish question, and made Leithen cross. "He never +went mad in your sense. My dear fellow, you're very much wrong +if you think there was anything pathological about him--then. +The man was brilliantly sane. His mind was as keen is a keen +sword. I couldn't understand him, but I could judge of his +sanity right enough." + +I asked if it made him happy or miserable. + +"At first I think it made him uncomfortable. He was restless +because he knew too much and too little. The unknown pressed in +on his mind as bad air weighs on the lungs. Then it lightened +and he accepted the new world in the same sober practical way +that he took other things. I think that the free exercise of his +mind in a pure medium gave him a feeling of extraordinary power +and ease. His eyes used to sparkle when he talked. And another +odd thing he told me. He was a keen rockclimber, but, curiously +enough, he had never a very good head. Dizzy heights always +worried him, though he managed to keep hold on himself. But now +all that had gone. The sense of the fulness of Space made him as +happy--happier I believe--with his legs dangling into eternity, +as sitting before his own study fire. + +"I remember saying that it was all rather like the mediaeval +wizards who made their spells by means of numbers and figures. + +"He caught me up at once. 'Not numbers,' he said. "Number has +no place in Nature. It is an invention of the human mind to +atone for a bad memory. But figures are a different matter. All +the mysteries of the world are in them, and the old magicians +knew that at least, if they knew no more.' + +"He had only one grievance. He complained that it was terribly +lonely. 'It is the Desolation,' he would quote, 'spoken of by +Daniel the prophet.' He would spend hours travelling those eerie +shifting corridors of Space with no hint of another human soul. +How could there be? It was a world of pure reason, where human +personality had no place. What puzzled me was why he should feel +the absence of this. One wouldn't you know, in an intricate +problem of geometry or a game of chess. I asked him, but he +didn't understand the question. I puzzled over it a good deal, +for it seemed to me that if Hollond felt lonely, there must be +more in this world of his than we imagined. I began to wonder if +there was any truth in fads like psychical research. Also, I was +not so sure that he was as normal as I had thought: it looked as +if his nerves might be going bad. + +"Oddly enough, Hollond was getting on the same track himself. +He had discovered, so he said, that in sleep everybody now and +then lived in this new world of his. You know how one dreams of +triangular railway platforms with trains running simultaneously +down all three sides and not colliding. Well, this sort of +cantrip was 'common form,' as we say at the Bar, in Hollond's +Space, and he was very curious about the why and wherefore of +Sleep. He began to haunt psychological laboratories, where they +experiment with the charwoman and the odd man, and he used to go +up to Cambridge for seances. It was a foreign atmosphere to him, +and I don't think he was very happy in it. He found so many +charlatans that he used to get angry, and declare he would be +better employed at Mother's Meetings!" + +From far up the Glen came the sound of the pony's hoofs. The +stag had been loaded up and the gillies were returning. Leithen +looked at his watch. "We'd better wait and see the beast," he +said. + +"... Well, nothing happened for more than a year. Then one +evening in May he burst into my rooms in high excitement. You +understand quite clearly that there was no suspicion of horror or +fright or anything unpleasant about this world he had discovered. +It was simply a series of interesting and difficult problems. +All this time Hollond had been rather extra well and cheery. But +when he came in I thought I noticed a different look in his eyes, +something puzzled and diffident and apprehensive . + +"'There's a queer performance going on in the other world,' he +said. 'It's unbelievable. I never dreamed of such a thing. I-- +I don't quite know how to put it, and I don't know how to explain +it, but--but I am becoming aware that there are other beings-- +other minds--moving in Space besides mine.' + +"I suppose I ought to have realised then that things were +beginning to go wrong. But it was very difficult, he was so +rational and anxious to make it all clear. I asked him how he +knew. 'There could, of course, on his own showing be no CHANGE +in that world, for the forms of Space moved and existed under +inexorable laws. He said he found his own mind failing him at +points. There would come over him a sense of fear--intellectual +fear--and weakness, a sense of something else, quite alien to +Space, thwarting him. Of course he could only describe his +impressions very lamely, for they were purely of the mind, and he +had no material peg to hang them on, so that I could realise +them. But the gist of it was that he had been gradually becoming +conscious of what he called 'Presences' in his world. They had +no effect on Space--did not leave footprints in its corridors, +for instance--but they affected his mind. There was some +mysterious contact established between him and them. I asked him +if the affection was unpleasant and he said 'No, not exactly.' +But I could see a hint of fear in his eyes. + +"Think of it. Try to realise what intellectual fear is. I +can't, but it is conceivable. To you and me fear implies pain to +ourselves or some other, and such pain is always in the last +resort pain of the flesh. Consider it carefully and you will see +that it is so. But imagine fear so sublimated and transmuted as +to be the tension of pure spirit. I can't realise it, but I +think it possible. I don't pretend to understand how Hollond got +to know about these Presences. But there was no doubt about the +fact. He was positive, and he wasn't in the least mad--not in +our sense. In that very month he published his book on Number, +and gave a German professor who attacked it a most tremendous +public trouncing. + +"I know what you are going to say,--that the fancy was a +weakening of the mind from within. I admit I should have thought +of that but he looked so confoundedly sane and able that it +seemed ridiculous. He kept asking me my opinion, as a lawyer, on +the facts he offered. It was the oddest case ever put before me, +but I did my best for him. I dropped all my own views of sense +and nonsense. I told him that, taking all that he had told me as +fact, the Prescences might be either ordinary minds traversing +Space in sleep; or minds such as his which had independently +captured the sense of Space's quality; or, finally, the spirits +of just men made perfect, behaving as psychical researchers think +they do. It was a ridiculous task to set a prosaic man, and I +wasn't quite serious. But Holland was serious enough. + +"He admitted that all three explanations were conceivable, but he +was very doubtful about the first. The projection of the spirit +into Space during sleep, he thought, was a faint and feeble +thing, and these were powerful Presences. With the second and +the third he was rather impressed. I suppose I should have seen +what was happening and tried to stop it; at least, looking back +that seems to have been my duty. But it was difficult to think +that anything was wrong with Hollond; indeed the odd thing is +that all this time the idea of madness never entered my head. I +rather backed him up. Somehow the thing took my fancy, though I +thought it moonshine at the bottom of my heart. I enlarged on +the pioneering before him. 'Think,' I told him, 'what may be +waiting for you. You may discover the meaning of Spirit. You +may open up a new world, as rich as the old one, but +imperishable. You may prove to mankind their immortality and +deliver them for ever from the fear of death. Why, man, you are +picking at the lock of all the world's mysteries.' + +"But Hollond did not cheer up. He seemed strangely languid and +dispirited. 'That is all true enough,' he said,'if you are +right, if your alternatives are exhaustive. But suppose they are +something else, something .... What that 'something' might be he +had apparently no idea, and very soon he went away. + +"He said another thing before he left. We asked me if I ever +read poetry, and I said, not often. Nor did he: but he had +picked up a little book somewhere and found a man who knew about +the Presences. I think his name was Traherne, one of the +seventeenth-century fellows. He quoted a verse which stuck to my +fly-paper memory. It ran something like + +'Within the region of the air, + Compassed about with Heavens fair, + Great tracts of lands there may be found, + Where many numerous hosts, + In those far distant coasts, + For other great and glorious ends + Inhabit, my yet unknown friends.' + +Hollond was positive he did not mean angels or anything of the +sort. I told him that Traherne evidently took a cheerful view of +them. He admitted that, but added: 'He had religion, you see. +He believed that everything was for the best. I am not a man of +faith, and can only take comfort from what I understand. I'm in +the dark, I tell you...' + +"Next week I was busy with the Chilian Arbitration case, and saw +nobody for a couple of months. Then one evening I ran against +Hollond on the Embankment, and thought him looking horribly ill. +He walked back with me to my rooms, and hardly uttered one word +all the way. I gave him a stiff whisky-and-soda, which he gulped +down absent-mindedly. There was that strained, hunted look in +his eyes that you see in a frightened animal's. He was always +lean, but now he had fallen away to skin and bone. + +"'I can't stay long,' he told me, 'for I'm off to the Alps +to-morrow and I have a lot to do.' Before then he used to plunge +readily into his story, but now he seemed shy about beginning. +Indeed I had to ask him a question. + +"'Things are difficult,' he said hesitatingly, and rather +distressing. Do you know, Leithen, I think you were wrong +about--about what I spoke to you of. You said there must be one +of three explanations. I am beginning to think that there is a +fourth. + +"He stopped for a second or two, then suddenly leaned forward and +gripped my knee so fiercely that I cried out. 'That world is the +Desolation,' he said in a choking voice, 'and perhaps I am +getting near the Abomination of the Desolation that the old +prophet spoke of. I tell you, man, I am on the edge of a terror, +a terror,' he almost screamed, 'that no mortal can think of and +live.' + +You can imagine that I was considerably startled. It was +lightning out of a clear sky. How the devil could one associate +horror with mathematics? I don't see it yet... At any rate, I-- +You may he sure I cursed my folly for ever pretending to take him +seriously. The only way would have been to have laughed him out +of it at the start. And yet I couldn't, you know--it was too +real and reasonable. Anyhow, I tried a firm tone now, and told +him the whole thing was arrant raving bosh. I bade him be a man +and pull himself together. I made him dine with me, and took him +home, and got him into a better state of mind before he went to +bed. Next morning I saw him off at Charing Cross, very haggard +still, but better. He promised to write to me pretty often...." + + +The pony, with a great eleven-pointer lurching athwart its back, +was abreast of us, and from the autumn mist came the sound of +soft Highland voices. Leithen and I got up to go, when we heard +that the rifle had made direct for the Lodge by a short cut past +the Sanctuary. In the wake of the gillies we descended the +Correi road into a glen all swimming with dim purple shadows. +The pony minced and boggled; the stag's antlers stood out sharp +on the rise against a patch of sky, looking like a skeleton tree. +Then we dropped into a covert of birches and emerged on the white +glen highway. + +Leithen's story had bored and puzzled me at the start, but now it +had somehow gripped my fancy. Space a domain of endless +corridors and Presences moving in them! The world was not quite +the same as an hour ago. It was the hour, as the French say, +"between dog and wolf," when the mind is disposed to marvels. I +thought of my stalking on the morrow, and was miserably conscious +that I would miss my stag. Those airy forms would get in the +way. Confound Leithen and his yarns! + +"I want to hear the end of your story," I told him, as the +lights of the Lodge showed half a mile distant. + +"The end was a tragedy," he said slowly. "I don't much care to +talk about it. But how was I to know? I couldn't see the nerve +going. You see I couldn't believe it was all nonsense. If I +could I might have seen. But I still think there was something +in it--up to a point. Oh, I agree he went mad in the end. It is +the only explanation. Something must have snapped in that fine +brain, and he saw the little bit more which we call madness. +Thank God, you and I are prosaic fellows... + +"I was going out to Chamonix myself a week later. But before I +started I got a post-card from Hollond, the only word from him. +He had printed my name and address, and on the other side had +scribbled six words--' I know at last--God's mercy.--H.G.H' The +handwriting was like a sick man of ninety. I knew that things +must be pretty bad with my friend. + +"I got to Chamonix in time for his funeral. An ordinary climbing +accident--you probably read about it in the papers. The Press +talked about the toll which the Alps took from intellectuals--the +usual rot. There was an inquiry, but the facts were quite +simple. The body was only recognised by the clothes. He had +fallen several thousand feet. + +"It seems that he had climbed for a few days with one of the +Kronigs and Dupont, and they had done some hair-raising things on +the Aiguilles. Dupont told me that they had found a new route up +the Montanvert side of the Charmoz. He said that Hollond climbed +like a 'diable fou' and if you know Dupont's standard of madness +you will see that the pace must have been pretty hot. 'But +monsieur was sick,' he added; 'his eyes were not good. And I and +Franz, we were grieved for him and a little afraid. We were glad +when he left us.' + +"He dismissed the guides two days before his death. The next +day he spent in the hotel, getting his affairs straight. He left +everything in perfect order, but not a line to a soul, not even +to his sister. The following day he set out alone about three in +the morning for the Grepon. He took the road up the Nantillons +glacier to the Col, and then he must have climbed the Mummery +crack by himself. After that he left the ordinary route and +tried a new traverse across the Mer de Glace face. Somewhere +near the top he fell, and next day a party going to the Dent du +Requin found him on the rocks thousands of feet below. + +"He had slipped in attempting the most foolhardy course on +earth, and there was a lot of talk about the dangers of guideless +climbing. But I guessed the truth, and I am sure Dupont knew, +though he held his tongue.... + +We were now on the gravel of the drive, and I was feeling better. +The thought of dinner warmed my heart and drove out the eeriness +of the twilight glen. The hour between dog and wolf was passing. +After all, there was a gross and jolly earth at hand for wise men +who had a mind to comfort. + +Leithen, I saw, did not share my mood. He looked glum and +puzzled, as if his tale had aroused grim memories. He finished +it at the Lodge door. + +"... For, of course, he had gone out that day to die. He had +seen the something more, the little bit too much, which plucks a +man from his moorings. He had gone so far into the land of pure +spirit that he must needs go further and shed the fleshly +envelope that cumbered him. God send that he found rest! I +believe that he chose the steepest cliff in the Alps for a +purpose. He wanted to be unrecognisable. He was a brave man and +a good citizen. I think he hoped that those who found him might +not see the look in his eyes." + + + +STOCKS AND STONES + +[The Chief Topaiwari replieth to Sir Walter Raleigh who +upbraideth him for idol worship] + + +My gods, you say, are idols dumb, +Which men have wrought from wood or clay, +Carven with chisel, shaped with thumb, +A morning's task, an evening's play. +You bid me turn my face on high +Where the blue heaven the sun enthrones, +And serve a viewless deity, +Nor make my bow to stocks and stones. + +My lord, I am not skilled in wit +Nor wise in priestcraft, but I know +That fear to man is spur and bit +To jog and curb his fancies' flow. +He fears and loves, for love and awe +In mortal souls may well unite +To fashion forth the perfect law +Where Duty takes to wife Delight. + +But on each man one Fear awaits +And chills his marrow like the dead.-- +He cannot worship what he hates +Or make a god of naked Dread. +The homeless winds that twist and race, +The heights of cloud that veer and roll, +The unplumb'd Abyss, the drift of Space-- +These are the fears that drain the soul. + +Ye dauntless ones from out the sea +Fear nought. Perchance your gods are strong +To rule the air where grim things be, +And quell the deeps with all their throng. +For me, I dread not fire nor steel, +Nor aught that walks in open light, +But fend me from the endless Wheel, +The voids of Space, the gulfs of Night. + +Wherefore my brittle gods I make +Of friendly clay and kindly stone,-- +Wrought with my hands, to serve or break, +From crown to toe my work, my own. +My eyes can see, my nose can smell, +My fingers touch their painted face, +They weave their little homely spell +To warm me from the cold of Space. + +My gods are wrought of common stuff +For human joys and mortal tears; +Weakly, perchance, yet staunch enough +To build a barrier 'gainst my fears, +Where, lowly but secure, I wait +And hear without the strange winds blow.-- +I cannot worship what I hate, +Or serve a god I dare not know. + + + +STREAMS OF WATER IN THE SOUTH + +V + +" As streams of water in the south, Our bondage, Lord, recall. +-PSALM cxxvi. (Scots Metrical Version). + + +It was at the ford of the Clachlands Water in a tempestuous +August, that I, an idle boy, first learned the hardships of the +Lammas droving. The shepherd of the Redswirehead, my very good +friend, and his three shaggy dogs, were working for their lives +in an angry water. The path behind was thronged with scores of +sheep bound for the Gledsmuir market, and beyond it was possible +to discern through the mist the few dripping dozen which had made +the passage. Between raged yards of brown foam coming down from +murky hills, and the air echoed with the yelp of dogs and the +perplexed cursing of men. + +Before I knew I was helping in the task, with water lipping round +my waist and my arms filled with a terrified sheep. It was no +light task, for though the water was no more than three feet deep +it was swift and strong, and a kicking hogg is a sore burden. +But this was the only road; the stream might rise higher at any +moment; and somehow or other those bleating flocks had to be +transferred to their fellows beyond. There were six men at the +labour, six men and myself and all were cross and wearied and +heavy with water. + +I made my passages side by side with my friend the shepherd, and +thereby felt much elated. This was a man who had dwelt all his +days in the wilds and was familiar with torrents as with his own +doorstep. Now and then a swimming dog would bark feebly as he +was washed against us, and flatter his fool's heart that he was +aiding the work. And so we wrought on, till by midday I was +dead-beat, and could scarce stagger through the surf, while all +the men had the same gasping faces. I saw the shepherd look with +longing eye up the long green valley, and mutter disconsolately +in his beard. + +"Is the water rising?" I asked. + +"It's no rising," said he, " but I likena the look o' yon big +black clud upon Cairncraw. I doubt there's been a shoor up the +muirs, and a shoor there means twae mair feet o' water in the +Clachlands. God help Sandy Jamieson's lambs, if there is." + +"How many are left?" I asked. + +"Three, fower,--no abune a score and a half," said he, running +his eye over the lessened flocks. "I maun try to tak twae at a +time." So for ten minutes he struggled with a double burden, and +panted painfully at each return. Then with a sudden swift look +up-stream he broke off and stood up. "Get ower the water, every +yin o' ye, and leave the sheep," he said, and to my wonder every +man of the five obeyed his word. + +And then I saw the reason of his command, for with a sudden swift +leap forward the Clachlands rose, and flooded up to where I stood +an instant before high and dry. + +"It's come," said the shepherd in a tone of fate, "and there's +fifteen no ower yet, and Lord kens how they'll dae't. They'll +hae to gang roond by Gledsmuir Brig, and that's twenty mile o' a +differ. 'Deed, it's no like that Sandy Jamieson will get a guid +price the morn for sic sair forfochen beasts." + +Then with firmly gripped staff he marched stoutly into the tide +till it ran hissing below his armpits. "I could dae't alone," he +cried, "but no wi' a burden. For, losh, if ye slippit, ye'd be +in the Manor Pool afore ye could draw breath." + +And so we waited with the great white droves and five angry men +beyond, and the path blocked by a surging flood. For half an +hour we waited, holding anxious consultation across the stream, +when to us thus busied there entered a newcomer, a helper from +the ends of the earth. + +He was a man of something over middle size, but with a stoop +forward that shortened him to something beneath it. His dress +was ragged homespun, the cast-off clothes of some sportsman, and +in his arms he bore a bundle of sticks and heather-roots which +marked his calling. I knew him for a tramp who long had wandered +in the place, but I could not account for the whole-voiced shout +of greeting which met him as he stalked down the path. He lifted +his eyes and looked solemnly and long at the scene. Then +something of delight came into his eye, his face relaxed, and +flinging down his burden he stripped his coat and came toward us. + +"Come on, Yeddie, ye're sair needed," said the shepherd, and I +watched with amazement this grizzled, crooked man seize a sheep +by the fleece and drag it to the water. Then he was in the +midst, stepping warily, now up, now down the channel, but always +nearing the farther bank. At last with a final struggle he +landed his charge, and turned to journey back. Fifteen times did +he cross that water, and at the end his mean figure had wholly +changed. For now he was straighter and stronger, his eye +flashed, and his voice, as he cried out to the drovers, had in it +a tone of command. I marvelled at the transformation; and when +at length he had donned once more his ragged coat and shouldered +his bundle, I asked the shepherd his name. + +"They ca' him Adam Logan," said my friend, his face still bright +with excitement, "but maist folk ca' him 'Streams o' Water.'" + +"Ay," said I, "and why 'Streams of Water'?" + +"Juist for the reason ye see," said he. + +Now I knew the shepherd's way, and I held my peace, for it was +clear that his mind was revolving other matters, concerned most +probably with the high subject of the morrow's prices. But in a +little, as we crossed the moor toward his dwelling, his thoughts +relaxed and he remembered my question. So he answered me thus: + +"Oh, ay; as ye were sayin', he's a queer man Yeddie-aye been; +guid kens whaur he cam frae first, for he's been trampin' the +countryside since ever I mind, and that's no yesterday. He maun +be sixty year, and yet he's as fresh as ever. If onything, he's +a thocht dafter in his ongaein's, mair silent-like. But ye'll +hae heard tell o' him afore?" I owned ignorance. + +"Tut," said he, "ye ken nocht. But Yeddie had aye a queer +crakin' for waters. He never gangs on the road. Wi' him it's +juist up yae glen and doon anither and aye keepin' by the +burn-side. He kens every water i' the warld, every bit sheuch +and burnie frae Gallowa' to Berwick. And then he kens the way o' +spates the best I ever seen, and I've heard tell o' him fordin' +waters when nae ither thing could leeve i' them. He can weyse +and wark his road sae cunnin'ly on the stanes that the roughest +flood, if it's no juist fair ower his heid, canna upset him. +Mony a sheep has he saved to me, and it's mony a guid drove wad +never hae won to Gledsmuir market but for Yeddie." + +I listened with a boy's interest in any romantic narration. +Somehow, the strange figure wrestling in the brown stream took +fast hold on my mind, and I asked the shepherd for further tales. + +"There's little mair to tell," he said, "for a gangrel life is +nane o' the liveliest. But d'ye ken the langnebbit hill that +cocks its tap abune the Clachlands heid? Weel, he's got a wee +bit o' grund on the tap frae the Yerl, and there he's howkit a +grave for himsel'. He's sworn me and twae-three ithers to bury +him there, wherever he may dee. It's a queer fancy in the auld +dotterel." + +So the shepherd talked, and as at evening we stood by his door we +saw a figure moving into the gathering shadows. I knew it at +once, and did not need my friend's "There gangs 'Streams o' +Water'" to recognise it. Something wild and pathetic in the old +man's face haunted me like a dream, and as the dusk swallowed him +up, he seemed like some old Druid recalled of the gods to his +ancient habitation of the moors. + + +II + +Two years passed, and April came with her suns and rains and +again the waters brimmed full in the valleys. Under the clear, +shining sky the lambing went on, and the faint bleat of sheep +brooded on the hills. In a land of young heather and green +upland meads, of faint odours of moor-burn, and hill-tops falling +in clear ridges to the sky-line, the veriest St. Anthony would +not abide indoors; so I flung all else to the winds and went +a-fishing. + +At the first pool on the Callowa, where the great flood sweeps +nobly round a ragged shoulder of hill, and spreads into broad +deeps beneath a tangle of birches, I began my toils. The turf +was still wet with dew and the young leaves gleamed in the glow +of morning. Far up the stream rose the grim hills which hem the +mosses and tarns of that tableland, whence flow the greater +waters of the countryside. An ineffable freshness, as of the +morning alike of the day and the seasons, filled the clear +hill-air, and the remote peaks gave the needed touch of +intangible romance. + +But as I fished I came on a man sitting in a green dell, busy at +the making of brooms. I knew his face and dress, for who could +forget such eclectic raggedness?--and I remembered that day two +years before when he first hobbled into my ken. Now, as I saw +him there, I was captivated by the nameless mystery of his +appearance. There was something startling to one accustomed to +the lack-lustre gaze of town-bred folk, in the sight of an eye as +keen and wild as a hawk's from sheer solitude and lonely +travelling. He was so bent and scarred with weather that he +seemed as much a part of that woodland place as the birks +themselves, and the noise of his labours did not startle the +birds that hopped on the branches. + +Little by little I won his acquaintance--by a chance +reminiscence, a single tale, the mention of a friend. Then he +made me free of his knowledge, and my fishing fared well that +day. He dragged me up little streams to sequestered pools, where +I had astonishing success; and then back to some great swirl in +the Callowa where he had seen monstrous takes. And all the while +he delighted me with his talk, of men and things, of weather and +place, pitched high in his thin, old voice, and garnished with +many tones of lingering sentiment. He spoke in a broad, slow +Scots, with so quaint a lilt in his speech that one seemed to be +in an elder time among people of a quieter life and a quainter +kindliness. + +Then by chance I asked him of a burn of which I had heard, and +how it might he reached. I shall never forget the tone of his +answer as his face grew eager and he poured forth his knowledge. + +"Ye'll gang up the Knowe Burn, which comes down into the +Cauldshaw. It's a wee tricklin' thing, trowin' in and out o' +pools i' the rock, and comin' doun out o' the side o' Caerfraun. +Yince a merrymaiden bided there, I've heard folks say, and used +to win the sheep frae the Cauldshaw herd, and bile them i' the +muckle pool below the fa'. They say that there's a road to the +ill Place there, and when the Deil likit he sent up the lowe and +garred the water faem and fizzle like an auld kettle. But if +ye're gaun to the Colm Burn ye maun haud atower the rig o' the +hill frae the Knowe heid, and ye'll come to it wimplin' among +green brae faces. It's a bonny bit, rale lonesome, but awfu' +bonny, and there's mony braw trout in its siller flow." + +Then I remembered all I had heard of the old man's craze, and I +humoured him. "It's a fine countryside for burns," I said. + +"Ye may say that," said he gladly, "a weel-watered land. But a' +this braw south country is the same. I've traivelled frae the +Yeavering Hill in the Cheviots to the Caldons in Galloway, and +it's a' the same. When I was young, I've seen me gang north to +the Hielands and doun to the English lawlands, but now that I'm +gettin' auld I maun bide i' the yae place. There's no a burn in +the South I dinna ken, and I never cam to the water I couldna +ford." + +"No?" said I. "I've seen you at the ford o' Clachlands in +the Lammas floods." + +"Often I've been there," he went on, speaking like one calling +up vague memories. "Yince, when Tam Rorison was drooned, honest +man. Yince again, when the brigs were ta'en awa', and the Black +House o' Clachlands had nae bread for a week. But oh, Clachlands +is a bit easy water. But I've seen the muckle Aller come roarin' +sae high that it washed awa' a sheepfold that stood weel up on +the hill. And I've seen this verra burn, this bonny clear +Callowa, lyin' like a loch for miles i' the haugh. But I never +heeds a spate, for if a man just kens the way o't it's a canny, +hairmless thing. I couldna wish to dee better than just be +happit i' the waters o' my ain countryside, when my legs fail and +I'm ower auld for the trampin'." + +Something in that queer figure in the setting of the hills struck +a note of curious pathos. And towards evening as we returned +down the glen the note grew keener. A spring sunset of gold and +crimson flamed in our backs and turned the clear pools to fire. +Far off down the vale the plains and the sea gleamed half in +shadow. Somehow in the fragrance and colour and the delectable +crooning of the stream, the fantastic and the dim seemed tangible +and present, and high sentiment revelled for once in my prosaic +heart. + +And still more in the breast of my companion. He stopped and +sniffed the evening air, as he looked far over hill and dale and +then back to the great hills above us. "Yen's Crappel, and +Caerdon, and the Laigh Law," he said, lingering with relish over +each name, "and the Gled comes doun atween them. I haena been +there for a twalmonth, and I maun hae anither glisk o't, for it's +a braw place." And then some bitter thought seemed to seize him, +and his mouth twitched. "I'm an auld man," he cried, " and I +canna see ye a' again. There's burns and mair burns in the high +hills that I'll never win to." Then he remembered my presence, +and stopped. "Ye maunna mind me," he said huskily, " but the +sicht o' a' thae lang blue hills makes me daft, now that I've +faun i' the vale o' years. Yince I was young and could get where +I wantit, but now I am auld and maun bide i' the same bit. And +I'm aye thinkin' o' the waters I've been to, and the green heichs +and howes and the linns that I canna win to again. I maun e'en +be content wi' the Callowa, which is as guid as the best." + +And then I left him, wandering down by the streamside and telling +his crazy meditations to himself. + + +III + +A space of years elapsed ere I met him, for fate had carried me +far from the upland valleys. But once again I was afoot on the +white moor-roads; and, as I swung along one autumn afternoon up +the path which leads from the Glen of Callowa to the Gled, I saw +a figure before me which I knew for my friend. When I overtook +him, his appearance puzzled and troubled me. Age seemed to have +come on him at a bound, and in the tottering figure and the stoop +of weakness I had difficulty in recognising the hardy frame of +the man as I had known him. Something, too, had come over his +face. His brow was clouded, and the tan of weather stood out +hard and cruel on a blanched cheek. His eye seemed both wilder +and sicklier, and for the first time I saw him with none of the +appurtenances of his trade. He greeted me feebly and dully, and +showed little wish to speak. He walked with slow, uncertain +step, and his breath laboured with a new panting. Every now and +then he would look at me sidewise, and in his feverish glance I +could detect none of the free kindliness of old. The man was ill +in body and mind. + +I asked him how he had done since I saw him last. + +"It's an ill world now," he said in a slow, querulous voice. + +"There's nae need for honest men, and nae leevin'. Folk dinna +heed me ava now. They dinna buy my besoms, they winna let me +bide a nicht in their byres, and they're no like the kind canty +folk in the auld times. And a' the countryside is changin'. +Doun by Goldieslaw they're makkin' a dam for takin' water to the +toun, and they're thinkin' o' daein' the like wi' the Callowa. +Guid help us, can they no let the works o' God alane? Is there +no room for them in the dirty lawlands that they maun file the +hills wi' their biggins?" + +I conceived dimly that the cause of his wrath was a scheme for +waterworks at the border of the uplands, but I had less concern +for this than his strangely feeble health. + +"You are looking ill," I said. "What has come over you?" + +"Oh, I canna last for aye," he said mournfully. "My auld body's +about dune. I've warkit it ower sair when I had it, and it's +gaun to fail on my hands. Sleepin' out o' wat nichts and gangin' +lang wantin' meat are no the best ways for a long life"; and he +smiled the ghost of a smile. + +And then he fell to wild telling of the ruin of the place and the +hardness of the people, and I saw that want and bare living had +gone far to loosen his wits. I knew the countryside, and I +recognised that change was only in his mind. And a great pity +seized me for this lonely figure toiling on in the bitterness of +regret. I tried to comfort him, but my words were useless, for +he took no heed of me; with bent head and faltering step he +mumbled his sorrows to himself. + +Then of a sudden we came to the crest of the ridge where the road +dips from the hill-top to the sheltered valley. Sheer from the +heather ran the white streak till it lost itself among the +reddening rowans and the yellow birks of the wood. The land was +rich in autumn colour, and the shining waters dipped and fell +through a pageant of russet and gold. And all around hills +huddled in silent spaces, long brown moors crowned with cairns, +or steep fortresses of rock and shingle rising to foreheads of +steel-like grey. The autumn blue faded in the far sky-line to +white, and lent distance to the farther peaks. The hush of the +wilderness, which is far different from the hush of death, +brooded over the scene, and like faint music came the sound of a +distant scytheswing, and the tinkling whisper which is the flow +of a hundred streams. + +I am an old connoisseur in the beauties of the uplands, but I +held my breath at the sight. And when I glanced at my companion, +he, too, had raised his head, and stood with wide nostrils and +gleaming eye revelling in this glimpse of Arcady. Then he found +his voice, and the weakness and craziness seemed for one moment +to leave him. + +"It's my ain land," he cried, "and I'll never leave it. D'ye see +yon broun hill wi' the lang cairn?" and he gripped my arm +fiercely and directed my gaze. "Yon's my bit. I howkit it richt +on the verra tap, and ilka year I gang there to make it neat and +ordlerly. I've trystit wi' fower men in different pairishes that +whenever they hear o' my death, they'll cairry me up yonder and +bury me there. And then I'll never leave it, but be still and +quiet to the warld's end. I'll aye hae the sound o' water in my +ear, for there's five burns tak' their rise on that hillside, and +on a' airts the glens gang doun to the Gled and the Aller." + +Then his spirit failed him, his voice sank, and he was almost the +feeble gangrel once more. But not yet, for again his eye swept +the ring of hills, and he muttered to himself names which I knew +for streams, lingeringly, lovingly, as of old affections. "Aller +and Gled and Callowa," he crooned, "braw names, and Clachlands +and Cauldshaw and the Lanely Water. And I maunna forget the +Stark and the Lin and the bonny streams o' the Creran. And what +mair? I canna mind a' the burns, the Howe and the Hollies and +the Fawn and the links o' the Manor. What says the Psalmist +about them? + +'As streams o' water in the South, +Our bondage Lord, recall.' + +Ay, but yen's the name for them. 'Streams o' water in the +South.'" + +And as we went down the slopes to the darkening vale I heard him +crooning to himself in a high, quavering voice the single +distich; then in a little his weariness took him again, and he +plodded on with no thought save for his sorrows. + + +IV + +The conclusion of this tale belongs not to me, but to the +shepherd of the Redswirehead, and I heard it from him in his +dwelling, as I stayed the night, belated on the darkening +moors. He told me it after supper in a flood of misty Doric, and +his voice grew rough at times, and he poked viciously at the +dying peat. + +In the last back-end I was at Gledfoot wi' sheep, and a weary job +I had and little credit. Ye ken the place, a lang dreich shore +wi' the wind swirlin' and bitin' to the bane, and the broun Gled +water choked wi' Solloway sand. There was nae room in ony inn in +the town, so I bude to gang to a bit public on the Harbour Walk, +where sailor-folk and fishermen feucht and drank, and nae dacent +men frae the hills thocht of gangin'. I was in a gey ill way, +for I had sell't my beasts dooms cheap, and I thocht o' the lang +miles hame in the wintry weather. So after a bite o' meat I +gangs out to get the air and clear my heid, which was a' rammled +wi' the auction-ring. + +And whae did I find, sittin' on a bench at the door, but the auld +man Yeddie. He was waur changed than ever. His lang hair was +hingin' over his broo, and his face was thin and white as a +ghaist's. His claes fell loose about him, and he sat wi' his +hand on his auld stick and his chin on his hand, hearin' nocht +and glowerin' afore him. He never saw nor kenned me till I shook +him by the shoulders, and cried him by his name. + +"Whae are ye?" says he, in a thin voice that gaed to my hert. + +"Ye ken me fine, ye auld fule," says I. "I'm Jock Rorison o' +the Redswirehead, whaur ye've stoppit often." + +"Redswirehead," he says, like a man in a dream. "Redswirehead! +That's at the tap o' the Clachlands Burn as ye gang ower to the +Dreichil." + +"And what are ye daein' here? It's no your countryside ava, and +ye're no fit noo for lang trampin'." + +"No," says he, in the same weak voice and wi' nae fushion in +him, "but they winna hae me up yonder noo. I'm ower auld and +useless. Yince a'body was gled to see me, and wad keep me as +lang's I wantit, and had aye a gud word at meeting and pairting. +Noo it's a' changed, and my wark's dune." + +I saw fine that the man was daft, but what answer could I gie to +his havers? Folk in the Callowa Glens are as kind as afore, but +ill weather and auld age had put queer notions intil his heid. +Forbye, he was seeck, seeck unto death, and I saw mair in his een +than I likit to think. + +"Come in-by and get some meat, man," I said. "Ye're famishin' +wi' cauld and hunger." + +"I canna eat," he says, and his voice never changed. "It's lang +since I had a bite, for I'm no hungry. But I'm awfu' thirsty. I +cam here yestreen, and I can get nae water to drink like the +water in the hills. I maun be settin' out back the morn, if the +Lord spares me." + +I mindit fine that the body wad tak nae drink like an honest man, +but maun aye draibble wi' burn water, and noo he had got the +thing on the brain. I never spak a word, for the maitter was bye +ony mortal's aid. + +For lang he sat quiet. Then he lifts his heid and looks awa ower +the grey sea. A licht for a moment cam intil his een. + +"Whatna big water's yon?" he said, wi' his puir mind aye +rinnin' on waters. + +"That's the Solloway," says I. + +"The Solloway," says he; " it's a big water, and it wad be an +ill job to ford it." + +"Nae man ever fordit it," I said. + +"But I never yet cam to the water I couldna ford," says he. "But +what's that queer smell i' the air? Something snell and cauld and +unfreendly." + +"That's the salt, for we're at the sea here, the mighty ocean. + +He keepit repeatin' the word ower in his mouth. "The salt, the +salt, I've heard tell o' it afore, but I dinna like it. It's +terrible cauld and unhamely." + +By this time an onding o' rain was coming up' frae the water, and +I bade the man come indoors to the fire. He followed me, as +biddable as a sheep, draggin' his legs like yin far gone in +seeckness. I set him by the fire, and put whisky at his elbow, +but he wadna touch it. + +"I've nae need o' it," said he. "I'm find and warm"; and he +sits staring at the fire, aye comin' ower again and again, "The +Solloway, the Solloway. It's a guid name and a muckle water." + +But sune I gaed to my bed, being heavy wi' sleep, for I had +traivelled for twae days. + +The next morn I was up at six and out to see the weather. It was +a' changed. The muckle tides lay lang and still as our ain Loch +o' the Lee, and far ayont I saw the big blue hills o' England +shine bricht and clear. I thankit Providence for the day, for it +was better to tak the lang miles back in sic a sun than in a +blast o' rain. + +But as I lookit I saw some folk comin' up frae the beach carryin' +something atween them. My hert gied a loup, and " some puir, +drooned sailor-body," says I to mysel', "whae has perished in +yesterday's storm." But as they cam nearer I got a glisk which +made me run like daft, and lang ere I was up on them I saw it was +Yeddie. + +He lay drippin' and white, wi' his puir auld hair lyin' back frae +his broo and the duds clingin' to his legs. But out o' the face +there had gane a' the seeckness and weariness. His een were +stelled, as if he had been lookin' forrit to something, and his +lips were set like a man on a lang errand. And mair, his stick +was grippit sae firm in his hand that nae man could loose it, so +they e'en let it be. + +Then they tell't me the tale o't, how at the earliest licht they +had seen him wanderin' alang the sands, juist as they were +putting out their boats to sea. They wondered and watched him, +till of a sudden he turned to the water and wadit in, keeping +straucht on till he was oot o' sicht. They rowed a' their pith +to the place, but they were ower late. Yince they saw his heid +appear abune water, still wi' his face to the other side; and +then they got his body, for the tide was rinnin' low in the +mornin'. I tell't them a' I kenned o' him, and they were sair +affected. "Puir cratur," said yin, "he's shurely better now." + +So we brocht him up to the house and laid him there till the folk +i' the town had heard o' the business. Syne the +procurator-fiscal came and certifeed the death and the rest was +left tae me. I got a wooden coffin made and put him in it, juist +as he was, wi' his staff in his hand and his auld duds about him. +I mindit o' my sworn word, for I was yin o' the four that had +promised, and I ettled to dae his bidding. It was saxteen mile +to the hills, and yin and twenty to the lanely tap whaur he had +howkit his grave. But I never heedit it. I'm a strong man, +weel-used to the walkin' and my hert was sair for the auld body. +Now that he had gotten deliverance from his affliction, it was +for me to leave him in the place he wantit. Forbye, he wasna +muckle heavier than a bairn. + +It was a long road, a sair road, but I did it, and by seven +o'clock I was at the edge o' the muirlands. There was a braw +mune, and a the glens and taps stood out as clear as midday. Bit +by bit, for I was gey tired, I warstled ower the rigs and up the +cleuchs to the Gled-head; syne up the stany Gled-cleuch to the +lang grey hill which they ca' the Hurlybackit. By ten I had come +to the cairn, and black i' the mune I saw the grave. So there I +buried him, and though I'm no a releegious man, I couldna help +sayin' ower him the guid words o' the Psalmist-- + +"As streams of water in the South, + Our bondage, Lord, recall." + +So if you go from the Gled to the Aller, and keep far over the +north side of the Muckle Muneraw, you will come in time to a +stony ridge which ends in a cairn. There you will see the whole +hill country of the south, a hundred lochs, a myriad streams, and +a forest of hill-tops. There on the very crest lies the old man, +in the heart of his own land, at the fountain-head of his many +waters. If you listen you will hear a hushed noise as of the +swaying in trees or a ripple on the sea. It is the sound of the +rising of burns, which, innumerable and unnumbered, flow thence +to the silent glens for evermore. + + + +THE GIPSY'S SONG TO THE LADY CASSILIS + + +"Whereupon the Faas, coming down fron the Gates of Galloway, did +so bewitch my lady that she forgat husband and kin, and followed +the tinkler's piping." --Chap-book of the Raid of Cassilis. + + +The door is open to the wall, +The air is bright and free; +Adown the stair, across the hall, +And then-the world and me; +The bare grey bent, the running stream, +The fire beside the shore; +And we will bid the hearth farewell, +And never seek it more, My love, +And never seek it more. + + +And you shall wear no silken gown, +No maid shall bind your hair; +The yellow broom shall be your gem, +Your braid the heather rare. +Athwart the moor, adown the hill, +Across the world away; +The path is long for happy hearts +That sing to greet the day, My love, +That sing to greet the day. + + +When morning cleaves the eastern grey, +And the lone hills are red +When sunsets light the evening way +And birds are quieted; +In autumn noon and springtide dawn, +By hill and dale and sea, +The world shall sing its ancient song +Of hope and joy for thee, My love, +Of hope and joy for thee. + + +And at the last no solemn stole +Shall on thy breast be laid; +No mumbling priest shall speed thy soul, +No charnel vault thee shade. +But by the shadowed hazel copse, +Aneath the greenwood tree, +Where airs are soft and waters sing, +Thou'lt ever sleep by me, My love, +Thou'lt ever sleep by me. + + + +THE GROVE OF ASHTAROTH + +VI + +"C'est enfin que dans leurs prunelles + Rit et pleure-fastidieux-- + L'amour des choses eternelles + Des vieux morts et des anciens dieux!" + +--PAUL VERLAINE. + +We were sitting around the camp fire, some thirty miles north of +a place called Taqui, when Lawson announced his intention of +finding a home. He had spoken little the last day or two, and I +had guessed that he had struck a vein of private reflection. I +thought it might be a new mine or irrigation scheme, and I was +surprised to find that it was a country house. + +"I don't think I shall go back to England," he said, kicking a +sputtering log into place. "I don't see why I should. For +business purposes I am far more useful to the firm in South +Africa than in Throgmorton Street. I have no relation left +except a third cousin, and I have never cared a rush for living +in town. That beastly house of mine in Hill Street will fetch +what I gave for it,--Isaacson cabled about it the other day, +offering for furniture and all. I don't want to go into +Parliament, and I hate shooting little birds and tame deer. I am +one of those fellows who are born Colonial at heart, and I don't +see why I shouldn't arrange my life as I please. Besides, for +ten years I have been falling in love with this country, and now +I am up to the neck." + +He flung himself back in the camp-chair till the canvas creaked, +and looked at me below his eyelids. I remember glancing at the +lines of him, and thinking what a fine make of a man he was. In +his untanned field-boots, breeches, and grey shirt, he looked the +born wilderness hunter, though less than two months before he had +been driving down to the City every morning in the sombre +regimentals of his class. Being a fair man, he was gloriously +tanned, and there was a clear line at his shirt-collar to mark +the limits of his sunburn. I had first known him years ago, when +he was a broker's clerk working on half-commission. Then he had +gone to South Africa, and soon I heard he was a partner in a +mining house which was doing wonders with some gold areas in the +North. The next step was his return to London as the new +millionaire,--young, good-looking, wholesome in mind and body, +and much sought after by the mothers of marriageable girls. We +played polo together, and hunted a little in the season, but +there were signs that he did not propose to become the +conventional English gentleman. He refused to buy a place in the +country, though half the Homes of England were at his disposal. +He was a very busy man, he declared, and had not time to be a +squire. Besides, every few months he used to rush out to South +Africa. I saw that he was restless, for he was always badgering +me to go big-game hunting with him in some remote part of the +earth. There was that in his eyes, too, which marked him out +from the ordinary blond type of our countrymen. They were large +and brown and mysterious, and the light of another race was in +their odd depths. + +To hint such a thing would have meant a breach of friendship, for +Lawson was very proud of his birth. When he first made his +fortune he had gone to the Heralds to discover his family, and +these obliging gentlemen had provided a pedigree. It appeared +that he was a scion of the house of Lowson or Lowieson, an +ancient and rather disreputable clan on the Scottish side of the +Border. He took a shooting in Teviotdale on the strength of it, +and used to commit lengthy Border ballads to memory. But I had +known his father, a financial journalist who never quite +succeeded, and I had heard of a grandfather who sold antiques in +a back street at Brighton. The latter, I think, had not changed +his name, and still frequented the synagogue. The father was a +progressive Christian, and the mother had been a blonde Saxon +from the Midlands. In my mind there was no doubt, as I caught +Lawson's heavy-lidded eyes fixed on me. My friend was of a more +ancient race than the Lowsons of the Border. + +"Where are you thinking of looking for your house?" I asked. "In +Natal or in the Cape Peninsula? You might get the Fishers' +place if you paid a price." + +"The Fishers' place be hanged!" he said crossly. "I don't want +any stuccoed, over-grown Dutch farm. I might as well be at +Roehampton as in the Cape." + +He got up and walked to the far side of the fire, where a lane +ran down through the thornscrub to a gully of the hills. The +moon was silvering the bush of the plains, forty miles off and +three thousand feet below us. + +"I am going to live somewhere hereabouts," he answered at last. +I whistled. "Then you've got to put your hand in your pocket, +old man. You'll have to make everything, including a map of the +countryside." + +"I know," he said; "that's where the fun comes in. Hang it +all, why shouldn't I indulge my fancy? I'm uncommonly well off, +and I haven't chick or child to leave it to. Supposing I'm a +hundred miles from rail-head, what about it? I'll make a +motor-road and fix up a telephone. I'll grow most of my +supplies, and start a colony to provide labour. When you come +and stay with me, you'll get the best food and drink on earth, +and sport that will make your mouth water. I'll put Lochleven +trout in these streams,--at 6,000 feet you can do anything. +We'll have a pack of hounds, too, and we can drive pig in the +woods, and if we want big game there are the Mangwe flats at our +feet. I tell you I'll make such a country-house as nobody ever +dreamed of. A man will come plumb out of stark savagery into +lawns and rose-gardens." Lawson flung himself into his chair +again and smiled dreamily at the fire. + +"But why here, of all places?" I persisted. I was not feeling +very well and did not care for the country. + +"I can't quite explain. I think it's the sort of land I have +always been looking for. I always fancied a house on a green +plateau in a decent climate looking down on the tropics. I like +heat and colour, you know, but I like hills too, and greenery, +and the things that bring back Scotland. Give me a cross between +Teviotdale and the Orinoco, and, by Gad! I think I've got it +here." + +I watched my friend curiously, as with bright eyes and eager +voice he talked of his new fad. The two races were very clear in +him--the one desiring gorgeousness, the other athirst for the +soothing spaces of the North. He began to plan out the house. +He would get Adamson to design it, and it was to grow out of the +landscape like a stone on the hillside. There would be wide +verandahs and cool halls, but great fireplaces against winter +time. It would all be very simple and fresh--"clean as morning" +was his odd phrase; but then another idea supervened, and he +talked of bringing the Tintorets from Hill Street. "I want it to +be a civilised house, you know. No silly luxury, but the best +pictures and china and books. I'll have all the furniture made +after the old plain English models out of native woods. I don't +want second-hand sticks in a new country. Yes, by Jove, the +Tintorets are a great idea, and all those Ming pots I bought. I +had meant to sell them, but I'll have them out here." + +He talked for a good hour of what he would do, and his dream grew +richer as he talked, till by the time we went to bed he had +sketched something more like a palace than a country-house. +Lawson was by no means a luxurious man. At present he was well +content with a Wolseley valise, and shaved cheerfully out of a +tin mug. It struck me as odd that a man so simple in his habits +should have so sumptuous a taste in bric-a-brac. I told myself, +as I turned in, that the Saxon mother from the Midlands had done +little to dilute the strong wine of the East. + +It drizzled next morning when we inspanned, and I mounted my +horse in a bad temper. I had some fever on me, I think, and I +hated this lush yet frigid tableland, where all the winds on +earth lay in wait for one's marrow. Lawson was, as usual, in +great spirits. We were not hunting, but shifting our +hunting-ground, so all morning we travelled fast to the north +along the rim of the uplands. + +At midday it cleared, and the afternoon was a pageant of pure +colour. The wind sank to a low breeze; the sun lit the +infinite green spaces, and kindled the wet forest to a jewelled +coronal. Lawson gaspingly admired it all, as he cantered +bareheaded up a bracken-clad slope. "God's country," he said +twenty times. "I've found it." Take a piece of Sussex downland; +put a stream in every hollow and a patch of wood; and at the +edge, where the cliffs at home would fall to the sea, put a cloak +of forest muffling the scarp and dropping thousands of feet to +the blue plains. Take the diamond air of the Gornergrat, and the +riot of colour which you get by a West Highland lochside in late +September. Put flowers everywhere, the things we grow in +hothouses, geraniums like sun-shades and arums like trumpets. +That will give you a notion of the countryside we were in. I +began to see that after all it was out of the common. + +And just before sunset we came over a ridge and found something +better. It was a shallow glen, half a mile wide, down which ran +a blue-grey stream in lings like the Spean, till at the edge of +the plateau it leaped into the dim forest in a snowy cascade. +The opposite side ran up in gentle slopes to a rocky knell, from +which the eye had a noble prospect of the plains. All down the +glen were little copses, half moons of green edging some silvery +shore of the burn, or delicate clusters of tall trees nodding on +the hill brow. The place so satisfied the eye that for the sheer +wonder of its perfection we stopped and stared in silence for +many minutes. + +Then "The House," I said, and Lawson replied softly, "The +House!" + +We rode slowly into the glen in the mulberry gloaming. Our +transport waggons were half an hour behind, so we had time to +explore. Lawson dismounted and plucked handfuls of flowers from +the water meadows. He was singing to himself all the time--an +old French catch about Cadet Rousselle and his Trois maisons. + +"Who owns it?" I asked. + +"My firm, as like as not. We have miles of land about here. +But whoever the man is, he has got to sell. Here I build my +tabernacle, old man. Here, and nowhere else!" + +In the very centre of the glen, in a loop of the stream, was one +copse which even in that half light struck me as different from +the others. It was of tall, slim, fairy-like trees, the kind of +wood the monks painted in old missals. No, I rejected the +thought. It was no Christian wood. It was not a copse, but a +"grove,"--one such as Artemis may have flitted through in the +moonlight. It was small, forty or fifty yards in diameter, and +there was a dark something at the heart of it which for a second +I thought was a house. + +We turned between the slender trees, and--was it fancy?--an odd +tremor went through me. I felt as if I were penetrating the +temenos of some strange and lovely divinity, the goddess of this +pleasant vale. There was a spell in the air, it seemed, and an +odd dead silence. + +Suddenly my horse started at a flutter of light wings. A flock +of doves rose from the branches, and I saw the burnished green of +their plumes against the opal sky. Lawson did not seem to notice +them. I saw his keen eyes staring at the centre of the grove and +what stood there. + +It was a little conical tower, ancient and lichened, but, so far +as I could judge, quite flawless. You know the famous Conical +Temple at Zimbabwe, of which prints are in every guidebook. This +was of the same type, but a thousandfold more perfect. It stood +about thirty feet high, of solid masonry, without door or window +or cranny, as shapely as when it first came from the hands of the +old builders. Again I had the sense of breaking in on a +sanctuary. What right had I, a common vulgar modern, to be +looking at this fair thing, among these delicate trees, which +some white goddess had once taken for her shrine? + +Lawson broke in on my absorption. "Let's get out of this," he +said hoarsely and he took my horse's bridle (he had left his own +beast at the edge) and led him back to the open. But I noticed +that his eyes were always turning back and that his hand +trembled. + +"That settles it," I said after supper. "What do you want with +your mediaeval Venetians and your Chinese pots now? You will +have the finest antique in the world in your garden--a temple as +old as time, and in a land which they say has no history. You +had the right inspiration this time." + +I think I have said that Lawson had hungry eyes. In his +enthusiasm they used to glow and brighten; but now, as he sat +looking down at the olive shades of the glen, they seemed +ravenous in their fire. He had hardly spoken a word since we +left the wood. + +"Where can I read about these things?" he asked, and I gave +him the names of books. Then, an hour later, he asked me who +were the builders. I told him the little I knew about Phoenician +and Sabaen wanderings, and the ritual of Sidon and Tyre. He +repeated some names to himself and went soon to bed. + +As I turned in, I had one last look over the glen, which lay +ivory and black in the moon. I seemed to hear a faint echo of +wings, and to see over the little grove a cloud of light +visitants. "The Doves of Ashtaroth have come back," I said to +myself. "It is a good omen. They accept the new tenant." But +as I fell asleep I had a sudden thought that I was saying +something rather terrible. + + +II + +Three years later, pretty nearly to a day, I came back to see +what Lawson had made of his hobby. He had bidden me often to +Welgevonden, as he chose to call it--though I do not know why he +should have fixed a Dutch name to a countryside where Boer never +trod. At the last there had been some confusion about dates, and +I wired the time of my arrival, and set off without an answer. A +motor met me at the queer little wayside station of Taqui, and +after many miles on a doubtful highway I came to the gates of the +park, and a road on which it was a delight to move. Three years +had wrought little difference in the landscape. Lawson had done +some planting,--conifers and flowering shrubs and suchlike,--but +wisely he had resolved that Nature had for the most part +forestalled him. All the same, he must have spent a mint of +money. The drive could not have been beaten in England, and +fringes of mown turf on either hand had been pared out of the +lush meadows. When we came over the edge of the hill and looked +down on the secret glen, I could not repress a cry of pleasure. +The house stood on the farther ridge, the viewpoint of the whole +neighbourhood; and its brown timbers and white rough-cast walls +melted into the hillside as if it had been there from the +beginning of things. The vale below was ordered in lawns and +gardens. A blue lake received the rapids of the stream, and its +banks were a maze of green shades and glorious masses of blossom. +I noticed, too, that the little grove we had explored on our +first visit stood alone in a big stretch of lawn, so that its +perfection might be clearly seen. Lawson had excellent taste, or +he had had the best advice. + +The butler told me that his master was expected home shortly, and +took me into the library for tea. Lawson had left his Tintorets +and Ming pots at home after all. It was a long, low room, +panelled in teak half-way up the walls, and the shelves held a +multitude of fine bindings. There were good rugs on the parquet +door, but no ornaments anywhere, save three. On the carved +mantelpiece stood two of the old soapstone birds which they used +to find at Zimbabwe, and between, on an ebony stand, a half moon +of alabaster, curiously carved with zodiacal figures. My host +had altered his scheme of furnishing, but I approved the change. + +He came in about half-past six, after I had consumed two cigars +and all but fallen asleep. Three years make a difference in most +men, but I was not prepared for the change in Lawson. For one +thing, he had grown fat. In place of the lean young man I had +known, I saw a heavy, flaccid being, who shuffled in his gait, +and seemed tired and listless. His sunburn had gone, and his +face was as pasty as a city clerk's. He had been walking, and +wore shapeless flannel clothes, which hung loose even on his +enlarged figure. And the worst of it was, that he did not seem +over-pleased to see me. He murmured something about my journey, +and then flung himself into an arm-chair and looked out of the +window. + +I asked him if he had been ill. + +"Ill! No!" he said crossly. "Nothing of the kind. I'm +perfectly well." + +"You don't look as fit as this place should make you. What do +you do with yourself? Is the shooting as good as you hoped?" + +He did not answer, but I thought I heard him mutter something +like "shooting be damned." + +Then I tried the subject of the house. I praised it +extravagantly, but with conviction. "There can be no place like +it in the world," I said. + +He turned his eyes on me at last, and I saw that they were as +deep and restless as ever. With his pallid face they made him +look curiously Semitic. I had been right in my theory about his +ancestry. + +"Yes," he said slowly, "there is no place like it--in the world." + +Then he pulled himself to his feet. "I'm going to change," he +said. "Dinner is at eight. Ring for Travers, and he'll show you +your room." + +I dressed in a noble bedroom, with an outlook over the +garden-vale and the escarpment to the far line of the plains, now +blue and saffron in the sunset. I dressed in an ill temper, for +I was seriously offended with Lawson, and also seriously alarmed. +He was either very unwell or going out of his mind, and it was +clear, too, that he would resent any anxiety on his account. I +ransacked my memory for rumours, but found none. I had heard +nothing of him except that he had been extraordinarily successful +in his speculations, and that from his hill-top he directed his +firm's operations with uncommon skill. If Lawson was sick or +mad, nobody knew of it. + +Dinner was a trying ceremony. Lawson, who used to be rather +particular in his dress, appeared in a kind of smoking suit with +a flannel collar. He spoke scarcely a word to me, but cursed the +servants with a brutality which left me aghast. A wretched +footman in his nervousness spilt some sauce over his sleeve. +Lawson dashed the dish from his hand and volleyed abuse with a +sort of epileptic fury. Also he, who had been the most +abstemious of men, swallowed disgusting quantities of champagne +and old brandy. + +He had given up smoking, and half an hour after we left the +dining-room he announced his intention of going to bed. I +watched him as he waddled upstairs with a feeling of angry +bewilderment. Then I went to the library and lit a pipe. I +would leave first thing in the morning--on that I was determined. +But as I sat gazing at the moon of alabaster and the soapstone +birds my anger evaporated, and concern took its place. I +remembered what a fine fellow Lawson had been, what good times we +had had together. I remembered especially that evening when we +had found this valley and given rein to our fancies. What horrid +alchemy in the place had turned a gentleman into a brute? I +thought of drink and drugs and madness and insomnia, but I could +fit none of them into my conception of my friend. I did not +consciously rescind my resolve to depart, but I had a notion that +I would not act on it. + +The sleepy butler met me as I went to bed. "Mr. Lawson's room +is at the end of your corridor, sir," he said. "He don't sleep +over well, so you may hear him stirring in the night. At what +hour would you like breakfast, sir? Mr. Lawson mostly has his +in bed." + +My room opened from the great corridor, which ran the full length +of the front of the house. So far as I could make out, Lawson +was three rooms off, a vacant bedroom and his servant's room +being between us. I felt tired and cross, and tumbled into bed +as fast as possible. Usually I sleep well, but now I was soon +conscious that my drowsiness was wearing off and that I was in +for a restless night. I got up and laved my face, turned the +pillows, thought of sheep coming over a hill and clouds crossing +the sky; but none of the old devices were of any use. After +about an hour of make-believe I surrendered myself to facts, and, +lying on my back, stared at the white ceiling and the patches of +moonshine on the walls. + +It certainly was an amazing night. I got up, put on a +dressing-gown, and drew a chair to the window. The moon was +almost at its full, and the whole plateau swam in a radiance of +ivory and silver. The banks of the stream were black, but the +lake had a great belt of light athwart it, which made it seem +like a horizon and the rim of land beyond it like a contorted +cloud. Far to the right I saw the delicate outlines of the +little wood which I had come to think of as the Grove of +Ashtaroth. I listened. There was not a sound in the air. The +land seemed to sleep peacefully beneath the moon, and yet I had a +sense that the peace was an illusion. The place was feverishly +restless. + +I could have given no reason for my impression but there it was. +Something was stirring in the wide moonlit landscape under its +deep mask of silence. I felt as I had felt on the evening three +years ago when I had ridden into the grove. I did not think that +the influence, whatever it was, was maleficent. I only knew that +it was very strange, and kept me wakeful. + +By-and-by I bethought me of a book. There was no lamp in the +corridor save the moon, but the whole house was bright as I +slipped down the great staircase and across the hall to the +library. I switched on the lights and then switched them off. +They seemed profanation, and I did not need them. + +I found a French novel, but the place held me and I stayed. I +sat down in an arm-chair before the fireplace and the stone +birds. Very odd those gawky things, like prehistoric Great Auks, +looked in the moonlight. I remember that the alabaster moon +shimmered like translucent pearl, and I fell to wondering about +its history. Had the old Sabaens used such a jewel in their +rites in the Grove of Ashtaroth? + +Then I heard footsteps pass the window. A great house like this +would have a watchman, but these quick shuffling footsteps were +surely not the dull plod of a servant. They passed on to the +grass and died away. I began to think of getting back to my +room. + +In the corridor I noticed that Lawson's door was ajar, and that a +light had been left burning. I had the unpardonable curiosity to +peep in. The room was empty, and the bed had not been slept in. +Now I knew whose were the footsteps outside the library window. + +I lit a reading-lamp and tried to interest myself in "La Cruelle +Enigme." But my wits were restless, and I could not keep my eyes +on the page. I flung the book aside and sat down again by the +window. The feeling came over me that I was sitting in a box at +some play. The glen was a huge stage, and at any moment the +players might appear on it. My attention was strung as high as +if I had been waiting for the advent of some world-famous +actress. But nothing came. Only the shadows shifted and +lengthened as the moon moved across the sky. + +Then quite suddenly the restlessness left me and at the same +moment the silence was broken by the crow of a cock and the +rustling of trees in a light wind. I felt very sleepy, and was +turning to bed when again I heard footsteps without. From the +window I could see a figure moving across the garden towards the +house. It was Lawson, got up in the sort of towel dressing-gown +that one wears on board ship. He was walking slowly and +painfully, as if very weary. I did not see his face, but the +man's whole air was that of extreme fatigue and dejection. I +tumbled into bed and slept profoundly till long after daylight. + + +III + +The man who valeted me was Lawson's own servant. As he was +laying out my clothes I asked after the health of his master, and +was told that he had slept ill and would not rise till late. +Then the man, an anxious-faced Englishman, gave me some +information on his own account. Mr. Lawson was having one of his +bad turns. It would pass away in a day or two, but till it had +gone he was fit for nothing. He advised me to see Mr. Jobson, +the factor, who would look to my entertainment in his master's +absence. + +Jobson arrived before luncheon, and the sight of him was the +first satisfactory thing about Welgevonden. He was a big, gruff +Scot from Roxburghshire, engaged, no doubt, by Lawson as a duty +to his Border ancestry. He had short grizzled whiskers, a +weatherworn face, and a shrewd, calm blue eye. I knew now why +the place was in such perfect order. + +We began with sport, and Jobson explained what I could have in +the way of fishing and shooting. His exposition was brief and +business-like, and all the while I could see his eye searching +me. It was clear that he had much to say on other matters than +sport. + +I told him that I had come here with Lawson three years before, +when he chose the site. Jobson continued to regard me curiously. +"I've heard tell of ye from Mr. Lawson. Ye're an old friend of +his, I understand." + +"The oldest," I said. "And I am sorry to find that the place +does not agree with him. Why it doesn't I cannot imagine, for +you look fit enough. Has he been seedy for long?" + +"It comes and it goes," said Mr. Jobson. "Maybe once a month +he has a bad turn. But on the whole it agrees with him badly. +He's no' the man he was when I first came here." + +Jobson was looking at me very seriously and frankly. I risked a +question. + +"What do you suppose is the matter?" + +He did not reply at once, but leaned forward and tapped my knee. +"I think it's something that doctors canna cure. Look at me, +sir. I've always been counted a sensible man, but if I told you +what was in my head you would think me daft. But I have one word +for you. Bide till to-night is past and then speir your +question. Maybe you and me will be agreed." + +The factor rose to go. As he left the room he flung me back a +remark over his shoulder--"Read the eleventh chapter of the First +Book of Kings." + + +After luncheon I went for a walk. First I mounted to the crown +of the hill and feasted my eyes on the unequalled loveliness of +the view. I saw the far hills in Portuguese territory, a hundred +miles away, lifting up thin blue fingers into the sky. The wind +blew light and fresh, and the place was fragrant with a thousand +delicate scents. Then I descended to the vale, and followed the +stream up through the garden. Poinsettias and oleanders were +blazing in coverts, and there was a paradise of tinted +water-lilies in the slacker reaches. I saw good trout rise at +the fly, but I did not think about fishing. I was searching my +memory for a recollection which would not come. By-and-by I +found myself beyond the garden, where the lawns ran to the fringe +of Ashtaroth's Grove. + +It was like something I remembered in an old Italian picture. +Only, as my memory drew it, it should have been peopled with +strange figures-nymphs dancing on the sward, and a prick-eared +faun peeping from the covert. In the warm afternoon sunlight it +stood, ineffably gracious and beautiful, tantalising with a sense +of some deep hidden loveliness. Very reverently I walked between +the slim trees, to where the little conical tower stood half in +the sun and half in shadow. Then I noticed something new. Round +the tower ran a narrow path, worn in the grass by human feet. +There had been no such path on my first visit, for I remembered +the grass growing tall to the edge of the stone. Had the Kaffirs +made a shrine of it, or were there other and strange votaries? + +When I returned to the house I found Travers with a message for +me. Mr. Lawson was still in bed, but he would like me to go to +him. I found my friend sitting up and drinking strong tea,--a +bad thing, I should have thought, for a man in his condition. I +remember that I looked about the room for some sign of the +pernicious habit of which I believed him a victim. But the place +was fresh and clean, with the windows wide open, and, though I +could not have given my reasons, I was convinced that drugs or +drink had nothing to do with the sickness. + +He received me more civilly, but I was shocked by his looks. +There were great bags below his eyes, and his skin had the +wrinkled puffy appearance of a man in dropsy. His voice, too, +was reedy and thin. Only his great eyes burned with some +feverish life. + +"I am a shocking bad host," he said, "but I'm going to be still +more inhospitable. I want you to go away. I hate anybody here +when I'm off colour." + +"Nonsense," I said; "you want looking after. I want to know +about this sickness. Have you had a doctor?" + +He smiled wearily. "Doctors are no earthly use to me. There's +nothing much the matter I tell you. I'll be all right in a day +or two, and then you can come back. I want you to go off with +Jobson and hunt in the plains till the end of the week. It will +be better fun for you, and I'll feel less guilty." + +Of course I pooh-poohed the idea, and Lawson got angry. "Damn +it, man," he cried, "why do you force yourself on me when I +don't want you? I tell you your presence here makes me worse. +In a week I'll be as right as the mail and then I'll be thankful +for you. But get away now; get away, I tell you." + +I saw that he was fretting himself into a passion. "All right," +I said soothingly; "Jobson and I will go off hunting. But I am +horribly anxious about you, old man." + +He lay back on his pillows. "You needn't trouble. I only want +a little rest. Jobson will make all arrangements, and Travers +will get you anything you want. Good-bye." + +I saw it was useless to stay longer, so I left the room. Outside +I found the anxious-faced servant "Look here," I said, "Mr. +Lawson thinks I ought to go, but I mean to stay. Tell him I'm +gone if he asks you. And for Heaven's sake keep him in bed." + +The man promised, and I thought I saw some relief in his face. + +I went to the library, and on the way remembered Jobson's remark +about Ist Kings. With some searching I found a Bible and turned +up the passage. It was a long screed about the misdeeds of +Solomon, and I read it through without enlightenment. I began to +re-read it, and a word suddenly caught my attention-- + +"For Solomon went after Ashtaroth, the goddess of the +Zidonians." + +That was all, but it was like a key to a cipher. Instantly there +flashed over my mind all that I had heard or read of that strange +ritual which seduced Israel to sin. I saw a sunburnt land and a +people vowed to the stern service of Jehovah. But I saw, too, +eyes turning from the austere sacrifice to lonely hill-top groves +and towers and images, where dwelt some subtle and evil mystery. +I saw the fierce prophets, scourging the votaries with rods, and +a nation Penitent before the Lord; but always the backsliding +again, and the hankering after forbidden joys. Ashtaroth was the +old goddess of the East. Was it not possible that in all Semitic +blood there remained transmitted through the dim generations, +some craving for her spell? I thought of the grandfather in the +back street at Brighten and of those burning eyes upstairs. + +As I sat and mused my glance fell on the inscrutable stone birds. +They knew all those old secrets of joy and terror. And that moon +of alabaster! Some dark priest had worn it on his forehead when +he worshipped, like Ahab, "all the host of Heaven." And then I +honestly began to be afraid. I, a prosaic, modern Christian +gentleman, a half-believer in casual faiths, was in the presence +of some hoary mystery of sin far older than creeds or +Christendom. There was fear in my heart--a kind of uneasy +disgust, and above all a nervous eerie disquiet. Now I wanted to +go away and yet I was ashamed of the cowardly thought. I +pictured Ashtaroth's Grove with sheer horror. What tragedy was +in the air? What secret awaited twilight? For the night was +coming, the night of the Full Moon, the season of ecstasy and +sacrifice. + +I do not know how I got through that evening. I was disinclined +for dinner, so I had a cutlet in the library and sat smoking till +my tongue ached. But as the hours passed a more manly resolution +grew up in my mind. I owed it to old friendship to stand by +Lawson in this extremity. I could not interfere--God knows, his +reason seemed already rocking, but I could be at hand in case my +chance came. I determined not to undress, but to watch through +the night. I had a bath, and changed into light flannels and +slippers. Then I took up my position in a corner of the library +close to the window, so that I could not fail to hear Lawson's +footsteps if he passed. + +Fortunately I left the lights unlit, for as I waited I grew +drowsy, and fell asleep. When I woke the moon had risen, and I +knew from the feel of the air that the hour was late. I sat very +still, straining my ears, and as I listened I caught the sound of +steps. They were crossing the hall stealthily, and nearing the +library door. I huddled into my corner as Lawson entered. + +He wore the same towel dressing-gown, and he moved swiftly and +silently as if in a trance. I watched him take the alabaster +moon from the mantelpiece and drop it in his pocket. A glimpse +of white skin showed that the gown was his only clothing. Then +he moved past me to the window, opened it and went out. + +Without any conscious purpose I rose and followed, kicking off my +slippers that I might go quietly. He was running, running fast, +across the lawns in the direction of the Grove--an odd shapeless +antic in the moonlight. I stopped, for there was no cover, and I +feared for his reason if he saw me. When I looked again he had +disappeared among the trees. + +I saw nothing for it but to crawl, so on my belly I wormed my way +over the dripping sward. There was a ridiculous suggestion of +deer-stalking about the game which tickled me and dispelled my +uneasiness. Almost I persuaded myself I was tracking an ordinary +sleep-walker. The lawns were broader than I imagined, and it +seemed an age before I reached the edge of the Grove. The world +was so still that I appeared to be making a most ghastly amount +of noise. I remember that once I heard a rustling in the air, +and looked up to see the green doves circling about the +tree-tops. + +There was no sign of Lawson. On the edge of the Grove I think +that all my assurance vanished. I could see between the trunks +to the little tower, but it was quiet as the grave, save for the +wings above. Once more there came over me the unbearable sense +of anticipation I had felt the night before. My nerves tingled +with mingled expectation and dread. I did not think that any +harm would come to me, for the powers of the air seemed not +malignant. But I knew them for powers, and felt awed and abased. +I was in the presence of the "host of Heaven," and I was no +stern Israelitish prophet to prevail against them. + +I must have lain for hours waiting in that spectral place, my +eyes riveted on the tower and its golden cap of moonshine. I +remember that my head felt void and light, as if my spirit were +becoming disembodied and leaving its dew-drenched sheath far +below. But the most curious sensation was of something drawing +me to the tower, something mild and kindly and rather feeble, for +there was some other and stronger force keeping me back. I +yearned to move nearer, but I could not drag my limbs an inch. +There was a spell somewhere which I could not break. I do not +think I was in any way frightened now. The starry influence was +playing tricks with me, but my mind was half asleep. Only I +never took my eyes from the little tower. I think I could not, +if I had wanted to. + +Then suddenly from the shadows came Lawson. He was stark-naked, +and he wore, bound across his brow, the half-moon of alabaster. +He had something, too, in his hand,--something which glittered. + +He ran round the tower, crooning to himself, and flinging wild +arms to the skies. Sometimes the crooning changed to a shrill +cry of passion, such as a manad may have uttered in the train of +Bacchus. I could make out no words, but the sound told its own +tale. He was absorbed in some infernal ecstasy. And as he ran, +he drew his right hand across his breast and arms, and I saw that +it held a knife. + +I grew sick with disgust,--not terror, but honest physical +loathing. Lawson, gashing his fat body, affected me with an +overpowering repugnance. I wanted to go forward and stop him, +and I wanted, too, to be a hundred miles away. And the result +was that I stayed still. I believe my own will held me there, +but I doubt if in any case I could have moved my legs. + +The dance grew swifter and fiercer. I saw the blood dripping +from Lawson's body, and his face ghastly white above his scarred +breast. And then suddenly the horror left me; my head swam; +and for one second--one brief second--I seemed to peer into a new +world. A strange passion surged up in my heart. I seemed to see +the earth peopled with forms not human, scarcely divine, but more +desirable than man or god. The calm face of Nature broke up for +me into wrinkles of wild knowledge. I saw the things which brush +against the soul in dreams, and found them lovely. There seemed +no cruelty in the knife or the blood. It was a delicate mystery +of worship, as wholesome as the morning song of birds. I do not +know how the Semites found Ashtaroth's ritual; to them it may +well have been more rapt and passionate than it seemed to me. +For I saw in it only the sweet simplicity of Nature, and all +riddles of lust and terror soothed away as a child's nightmares +are calmed by a mother. I found my legs able to move, and I +think I took two steps through the dusk towards the tower. + +And then it all ended. A cock crew, and the homely noises of +earth were renewed. While I stood dazed and shivering, Lawson +plunged through the Grove toward me. The impetus carried him to +the edge, and he fell fainting just outside the shade. + +My wits and common-sense came back to me with my bodily strength. +I got my friend on my back, and staggered with him towards the +house. I was afraid in real earnest now, and what frightened me +most was the thought that I had not been afraid sooner. I had +come very near the "abomination of the Zidonians." + +At the door I found the scared valet waiting. He had apparently +done this sort of thing before + +"Your master has been sleep-walking and has had a fall," I said. +"We must get him to bed at once." + +We bathed the wounds as he lay in a deep stupor, and I dressed +them as well as I could. The only danger lay in his utter +exhaustion, for happily the gashes were not serious, and no +artery had been touched. Sleep and rest would make him well, for +he had the constitution of a strong man. I was leaving the room +when he opened his eyes and spoke. He did not recognize me, but +I noticed that his face had lost its strangeness, and was once +more that of the friend I had known. Then I suddenly bethought +me of an old hunting remedy which he and I always carried on our +expeditions. It is a pill made up from an ancient Portuguese +prescription. One is an excellent specific for fever. Two are +invaluable if you are lost in the bush, for they send a man for +many hours into a deep sleep, which prevents suffering and +madness, till help comes. Three give a painless death. I went +to my room and found the little box in my jewel-case. Lawson +swallowed two, and turned wearily on his side. I bade his man +let him sleep till he woke, and went off in search of food. + + +IV + +I had business on hand which would not wait. By seven, Jobson, +who had been sent for, was waiting for me in the library. I knew +by his grim face that here I had a very good substitute for a +prophet of the Lord. + +"You were right," I said. "I have read the IIth chapter of Ist +Kings, and I have spent such a night as I pray God I shall never +spend again. + +"I thought you would," he replied. "I've had the same experience +myself." + +"The Grove?" I said. + +"Ay, the wud," was the answer in broad Scots. + +I wanted to see how much he understood. "Mr. Lawson's family +is from the Scottish Border?" + +"Ay. I understand they come off Borthwick Water side," he +replied, but I saw by his eyes that he knew what I meant. + +"Mr. Lawson is my oldest friend," I went on, "and I am going +to take measures to cure him. For what I am going to do I take +the sole responsibility. I will make that plain to your master. +But if I am to succeed I want your help. Will you give it me? It +sounds like madness and you are a sensible man and may like to +keep out of it. I leave it to your discretion." + +Jobson looked me straight in the face. "Have no fear for me," he +said; "there is an unholy thing in that place, and if I have the +strength in me I will destroy it. He has been a good master to +me, and, forbye I am a believing Christian. So say on, sir." + +There was no mistaking the air. I had found my Tishbite. + +"I want men," I said, "--as many as we can get." + +Jobson mused. "The Kaffirs will no' gang near the place, but +there's some thirty white men on the tobacco farm. They'll do +your will, if you give them an indemnity in writing." + +"Good," said I. "Then we will take our instructions from the +only authority which meets the case. We will follow the example +of King Josiah. I turned up the 23rd chapter of end Kings, and +read-- + +"And the high places that were before Jerusalem, which were on +the right hand of the Mount of Corruption, which Solomon the king +of Israel had builded for Ashtaroth the abomination of the +Zidonians ... did the king defile. + +"And he brake in Pieces the images, and cut down the groves. +and filled their places with the bones of men....' + +"Moreover the altar that was at Beth-el, and the high place which +Jeroboam the son of Nebat, who made Israel to sin, had made, both +that altar and the high place he brake down, and burned the high +place, and stamped it small to powder, and burned the grove." + +Jobson nodded. "It'll need dinnymite. But I've plenty of yon +down at the workshops. I'll be off to collect the lads." + + +Before nine the men had assembled at Jobson's house. They were a +hardy lot of young farmers from home, who took their instructions +docilely from the masterful factor. On my orders they had +brought their shotguns. We armed them with spades and woodmen's +axes, and one man wheeled some coils of rope in a handcart. + +In the clear, windless air of morning the Grove, set amid its +lawns, looked too innocent and exquisite for ill. I had a pang +of regret that a thing so fair should suffer; nay, if I had +come alone, I think I might have repented. But the men were +there, and the grim-faced Jobson was waiting for orders. I +placed the guns, and sent beaters to the far side. I told them +that every dove must be shot. + +It was only a small flock, and we killed fifteen at the first +drive. The poor birds flew over the glen to another spinney, but +we brought them back over the guns and seven fell. Four more +were got in the trees, and the last I killed myself with a long +shot. In half an hour there was a pile of little green bodies on +the sward. + +Then we went to work to cut down the trees. The slim stems were +an easy task to a good woodman, and one after another they +toppled to the ground. And meantime, as I watched, I became +conscious of a strange emotion. + +It was as if someone were pleading with me. A gentle voice, not +threatening, but pleading--something too fine for the sensual +ear, but touching inner chords of the spirit. So tenuous it was +and distant that I could think of no personality behind it. +Rather it was the viewless, bodiless grace of this delectable +vale, some old exquisite divinity of the groves. There was the +heart of all sorrow in it, and the soul of all loveliness. It +seemed a woman's voice, some lost lady who had brought nothing +but goodness unrepaid to the world. And what the voice told me +was that I was destroying her last shelter. + +That was the pathos of it--the voice was homeless. As the axes +flashed in the sunlight and the wood grew thin, that gentle +spirit was pleading with me for mercy and a brief respite. It +seemed to be telling of a world for centuries grown coarse and +pitiless, of long sad wanderings, of hardly-won shelter, and a +peace which was the little all she sought from men. There was +nothing terrible in it. No thought of wrong-doing. The spell, +which to Semitic blood held the mystery of evil, was to me, of +the Northern race, only delicate and rare and beautiful. Jobson +and the rest did not feel it, I with my finer senses caught +nothing but the hopeless sadness of it. That which had stirred +the passion in Lawson was only wringing my heart. It was almost +too pitiful to bear. As the trees crashed down and the men wiped +the sweat from their brows, I seemed to myself like the murderer +of fair women and innocent children. I remember that the tears +were running over my cheeks. More than once I opened my mouth to +countermand the work, but the face of Jobson, that grim Tishbite, +held me back. + +I knew now what gave the Prophets of the Lord their mastery, and +I knew also why the people sometimes stoned them. + +The last tree fell, and the little tower stood like a ravished +shrine, stripped of all defence against the world. I heard +Jobson's voice speaking. "We'd better blast that stane thing +now. We'll trench on four sides and lay the dinnymite. Ye're +no' looking weel, sir.!Ye'd better go and sit down on the +braeface." + +I went up the hillside and lay down. Below me, in the waste of +shorn trunks, men were running about, and I saw the mining begin. +It all seemed like an aimless dream in which I had no part. The +voice of that homeless goddess was still pleading. It was the +innocence of it that tortured me Even so must a merciful +Inquisitor have suffered from the plea of some fair girl with the +aureole of death on her hair. I knew I was killing rare and +unrecoverable beauty. As I sat dazed and heartsick, the whole +loveliness of Nature seemed to plead for its divinity. The sun +in the heavens, the mellow lines of upland, the blue mystery of +the far plains, were all part of that soft voice. I felt bitter +scorn for myself. I was guilty of blood; nay, I was guilty of +the sin against light which knows no forgiveness. I was +murdering innocent gentleness--and there would be no peace on +earth for me. Yet I sat helpless. The power of a sterner will +constrained me. And all the while the voice was growing fainter +and dying away into unutterable sorrow. + +Suddenly a great flame sprang to heaven, and a pall of smoke. I +heard men crying out, and fragments of stone fell around the +ruins of the grove. When the air cleared, the little tower had +gone out of sight. + +The voice had ceased and there seemed to me to be a bereaved +silence in the world. The shock moved me to my feet, and I ran +down the slope to where Jobson stood rubbing his eyes. + +"That's done the job. Now we maun get up the tree roots. We've +no time to howk. We'll just blast the feck o' them." + +The work of destruction went on, but I was coming back to my +senses. I forced myself to be practical and reasonable. I +thought of the night's experience and Lawson's haggard eyes, and +I screwed myself into a determination to see the thing through. +I had done the deed; it was my business to make it complete. A +text in Jeremiah came into my head: + +"Their children remember their altars and their groves by the +green trees upon the high hills." + +I would see to it that this grove should be utterly forgotten. + +We blasted the tree-roots, and, yolking oxen, dragged the debris +into a great heap. Then the men set to work with their spades, +and roughly levelled the ground. I was getting back to my old +self, and Jobson's spirit was becoming mine. + +"There is one thing more," I told him "Get ready a couple of +ploughs. We will improve upon King Josiah." My brain was a +medley of Scripture precedents, and I was determined that no +safeguard should be wanting. + +We yoked the oxen again and drove the ploughs over the site of +the grove. It was rough ploughing, for the place was thick with +bits of stone from the tower, but the slow Afrikaner oxen plodded +on, and sometime in the afternoon the work was finished. Then I +sent down to the farm for bags of rock-salt, such as they use for +cattle. Jobson and I took a sack apiece, and walked up and down +the furrows, sowing them with salt. + +The last act was to set fire to the pile of tree trunks. They +burned well, and on the top we flung the bodies of the green +doves. The birds of Ashtaroth had an honourable pyre. + +Then I dismissed the much-perplexed men, and gravely shook hands +with Jobson. Black with dust and smoke I went back to the house, +where I bade Travers pack my bags and order the motor. I found +Lawson's servant, and heard from him that his master was sleeping +peacefully. I gave him some directions, and then went to wash +and change. + +Before I left I wrote a line to Lawson. I began by transcribing +the verses from the 23rd chapter of 2nd Kings. I told him what I +had done, and my reason. "I take the whole responsibility upon +myself," I wrote. "No man in the place had anything to do with +it but me. I acted as I did for the sake of our old friendship, +and you will believe it was no easy task for me. I hope you will +understand. Whenever you are able to see me send me word, and I +will come back and settle with you. But I think you will realise +that I have saved your soul." + +The afternoon was merging into twilight as I left the house on +the road to Taqui. The great fire, where the Grove had been, was +still blazing fiercely, and the smoke made a cloud over the upper +glen, and filled all the air with a soft violet haze. I knew +that I had done well for my friend, and that he would come to his +senses and be grateful. My mind was at ease on that score, and +in something like comfort I faced the future. But as the car +reached the ridge I looked back to the vale I had outraged. The +moon was rising and silvering the smoke, and through the gaps I +could see the tongues of fire. Somehow, I know not why, the +lake, the stream, the garden-coverts, even the green slopes of +hill, wore an air of loneliness and desecration. And then my +heartache returned, and I knew that I had driven something lovely +and adorable from its last refuge on earth. + + +WOOD MAGIC + +(9TH CENTURY.) + +I will walk warily in the wise woods on the fringes of eventide, +For the covert is full of noises and the stir of nameless things. +I have seen in the dusk of the beeches the shapes of the lords +that ride, +And down in the marish hollow I have heard the lady who sings. +And once in an April gleaming I met a maid on the sward, +All marble-white and gleaming and tender and wild of eye;-- +I, Jehan the hunter, who speak am a grown man, middling hard, +But I dreamt a month of the maid, and wept I knew not why. + +Down by the edge of the firs, in a coppice of heath and vine, +Is an old moss-grown altar, shaded by briar and bloom, +Denys, the priest, hath told me 'twas the lord Apollo's shrine +In the days ere Christ came down from God to the Virgin's womb. +I never go past but I doff my cap and avert my eyes- + +(Were Denys to catch me I trow I'd do penance for half a year)-- +For once I saw a flame there and the smoke of a sacrifice, +And a voice spake out of the thicket that froze my soul with +fear. + +Wherefore to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, +Mary the Blessed Mother, and the kindly Saints as well, +I will give glory and praise, and them I cherish the most, +For they have the keys of Heaven, and save the soul from Hell. +But likewise I will spare for the Lord Apollo a grace, +And a bow for the lady Venus-as a friend but not as a thrall. +'Tis true they are out of Heaven, but some day they may win the +place; +For gods are kittle cattle, and a wise man honours them all. + + + +THE RIDING OF NINEMILEBURN + +VII + +Sim bent over the meal ark and plumbed its contents with his +fist. Two feet and more remained: provender--with care--for a +month, till he harvested the waterside corn and ground it at +Ashkirk mill. He straightened his back better pleased; and, as +he moved, the fine dust flew into his throat and set him +coughing. He choked back the sound till his face crimsoned. + +But the mischief was done. A woman's voice, thin and weary, came +from the ben-end. The long man tiptoed awkwardly to her side. +"Canny, lass," he crooned. "It's me back frae the hill. +There's a mune and a clear sky, and I'll hae the lave under thack +and rape the morn. Syne I'm for Ninemileburn, and the coo 'ill +be i' the byre by Setterday. Things micht be waur, and we'll +warstle through yet. There was mair tint at Flodden." + +The last rays of October daylight that filtered through the straw +lattice showed a woman's head on the pillow. The face was white +and drawn, and the great black eyes--she had been an Oliver out +of Megget--were fixed in the long stare of pain. Her voice had +the high lilt and the deep undertones of the Forest. + +"The bairn 'ill be gone ere ye ken, Sim," she said wearily. "He +canna live without milk, and I've nane to gie him. Get the coo +back or lose the son I bore ye. If I were my ordinar' I wad +hae't in the byre, though I had to kindle Ninemileburn ower Wat's +heid." + +She turned miserably on her pillow and the babe beside her set up +a feeble crying. Sim busied himself with re-lighting the peat +fire. He knew too well that he would never see the milk-cow till +he took with him the price of his debt or gave a bond on +harvested crops. He had had a bad lambing, and the wet summer +had soured his shallow lands. The cess to Branksome was due, and +he had had no means to pay it. His father's cousin of the +Ninemileburn was a brawling fellow, who never lacked beast in +byre or corn in bin, and to him he had gone for the loan. But +Wat was a hard man, and demanded surety; so the one cow had +travelled the six moorland miles and would not return till the +bond was cancelled. As well might he try to get water from stone +as move Wat by any tale of a sick wife and dying child. + +The peat smoke got into his throat and brought on a fresh fit of +coughing. The wet year had played havoc with his chest and his +lean shoulders shook with the paroxysms. An anxious look at the +bed told him that Marion was drowsing, so he slipped to the door. + +Outside, as he had said, the sky was clear. From the plashy +hillside came the rumour of swollen burns. Then he was aware of +a man's voice shouting. + +"Sim," it cried, "Sim o' the Cleuch ... Sim." A sturdy figure +came down through the scrog of hazel and revealed itself as his +neighbour of the Dodhead. Jamie Telfer lived five miles off in +Ettrick, but his was the next house to the Cleuch shieling. +Telfer was running, and his round red face shone with sweat. + +"Dod, man, Sim, ye're hard o' hearing. I was routin' like to +wake the deid, and ye never turned your neck. It's the fray I +bring ye. Mount and ride to the Carewoodrig. The word's frae +Branksome. I've but Ranklehope to raise, and then me and +William's Tam will be on the road to join ye." + +"Whatna fray?" Sim asked blankly. + +"Ninemileburn. Bewcastle's marching. They riped the place at +cockcrow, and took twenty-six kye, five horse and a walth o' +plenishing. They were seen fordin' Teviot at ten afore noon, but +they're gaun round by Ewes Water, for they durstna try the +Hermitage Slack. Forbye they move slow, for the bestial's heavy +wark to drive. They shut up Wat in the auld peel, and he didna +win free till bye midday. Syne he was off to Branksome, and the +word frae Branksome is to raise a' Ettrick, Teviotdale, Ale +Water, and the Muirs o' Esk. We look to win up wi' the lads long +ere they cross Liddel, and that at the speed they gang will be +gey an' near sunrise. It's a braw mune for the job." + +Jarnie Telfer lay on his face by the burn and lapped up water +like a dog. Then without another word he trotted off across the +hillside beyond which lay the Ranklehope. + +Sim had a fit of coughing and looked stupidly at the sky. Here +was the last straw. He was dog-tired, for he had had little +sleep the past week. There was no one to leave with Marion, and +Marion was too weak to tend herself. The word was from +Branksome, and at another time Branksome was to be obeyed. But +now the thing was past reason. What use was there for a +miserable careworn man to ride among the swank, well-fed lads in +the Bewcastle chase? And then he remembered his cow. She would +be hirpling with the rest of the Ninemileburn beasts on the road +to the Border. The case was more desperate than he had thought. +She was gone for ever unless he helped Wat to win her back. And +if she went, where was the milk for the child? + +He stared hopelessly up at a darkening sky. Then he went to the +lean-to where his horse was stalled. The beast was fresh, for it +had not been out for two days--a rough Forest shelty with shaggy +fetlocks and a mane like a thicket. Sim set his old saddle on +it, and went back to the house. + +His wife was still asleep, breathing painfully. He put water on +the fire to boil, and fetched a handful of meal from the ark. +With this he made a dish of gruel, and set it by the bedside. He +drew a pitcher of water from the well, for she might be thirsty. +Then he banked up the fire and steeked the window. When she +woke she would find food and drink, and he would be back before +the next darkening. He dared not look at the child. + +The shelty shied at a line of firelight from the window, as Sim +flung himself wearily on its back. He had got his long ash spear +from its place among the rafters, and donned his leather jacket +with the iron studs on breast and shoulder. One of the seams +gaped. His wife had been mending it when her pains took her. + +He had ridden by Commonside and was high on the Caerlanrig before +he saw signs of men. The moon swam in a dim dark sky, and the +hills were as yellow as corn. The round top of the Wisp made a +clear mark to ride by. Sim was a nervous man, and at another +time would never have dared to ride alone by the ruined shieling +of Chasehope, where folk said a witch had dwelt long ago and the +Devil still came in the small hours. But now he was too full of +his cares to have room for dread. With his head on his breast he +let the shelty take its own road through the mosses. + +But on the Caerlanrig he came on a troop of horse. They were a +lusty crowd, well-mounted and armed, with iron basnets and +corselets that jingled as they rode. Harden's men, he guessed, +with young Harden at the head of them. They cried him greeting +as he fell in at the tail. "It's Long Sim o' the Cleuch," one +said; "he's sib to Wat or he wadna be here. Sim likes his ain +fireside better than the 'Bateable Land'." + +The companionship of others cheered him. There had been a time, +before he brought Marion from Megget, when he was a well kenned +figure on the Borders, a good man at weaponshows and a fierce +fighter when his blood was up. Those days were long gone; but +the gusto of them returned. No man had ever lightlied him +without paying scot. He held up his head and forgot his cares +and his gaping jackets. In a little they had topped the hill,and +were looking down on the young waters of Ewes. + +The company grew, as men dropped in from left and right. Sim +recognised the wild hair of Charlie of Geddinscleuch, and the +square shoulders of Adam of Frodslaw. They passed Mosspaul, a +twinkle far down in the glen, and presently came to the long +green slope which is called the Carewoodrig, and which makes a +pass from Ewes to Hermitage. To Sim it seemed that an army had +encamped on it. Fires had been lit in a howe, and wearied men +slept by them. These were the runners, who all day had been +warning the dales. By one fire stood the great figure of Wat o' +the Ninemileburn, blaspheming to the skies and counting his +losses. He had girded on a long sword, and for better precaution +had slung an axe on his back. At the sight of young Harden he +held his peace. The foray was Branksome's and a Scott must lead. + +Dimly and stupidly, for he was very weary, Sim heard word of the +enemy. The beasts had travelled slow, and would not cross Liddel +till sunrise. Now they were high up on Tarras water, making for +Liddel at a ford below the Castletown. There had been no time to +warn the Elliots, but the odds were that Lariston and Mangerton +would be out by morning. + +"Never heed the Elliots," cried young Harden. "We can redd our +ain frays, lads. Haste and ride, and we'll hae Geordie Musgrave +long ere he wins to the Ritterford, Borrowstonemoss is the bit +for us." And with a light Scott laugh he was in the saddle. + +They were now in a land of low hills, which made ill-going. A +companion gave Sim the news. Bewcastle and five-score men and +the Scots four-score and three. "It's waur to haul than to win," +said the man. " Ae man can take ten beasts when three 'ill no +keep them. There'll be bluidy war on Tarras side ere the nicht's +dune." + +Sim was feeling his weariness too sore for speech. He remembered +that he had tasted no food for fifteen hours. He found his +meal-poke and filled his mouth, but the stuff choked him. It +only made him cough fiercely, so that Wat o' the Ninemileburn, +riding before him, cursed him for a broken-winded fool. Also he +was remembering about Marion, lying sick in the darkness twenty +miles over the hills. + +The moon was clouded, for an east wind was springing up. It was +ill riding on the braeface, and Sim and his shelty floundered +among the screes. He was wondering how long it would all last. +Soon he must fall down and be the scorn of the Border men. The +thought put Marion out of his head again. He set his mind on +tending his horse and keeping up with his fellows. + +Suddenly a whistle from Harden halted the company. A man came +running back from the crown of the rig. A whisper went about +that Bewcastle was on the far side, in the little glen called the +Brunt Burn. The men held their breath,and in the stillness they +heard far off the sound of hooves on stones and the heavy +breathing of cattle. + +It was a noble spot for an ambuscade. The Borderers scattered +over the hillside, some riding south to hold the convoy as it +came down the glen. Sim's weariness lightened. His blood ran +quicker; he remembered that the cow, his child's one hope, was +there before him. He found himself next his cousin Wat, who +chewed curses in his great beard. When they topped the rig they +saw a quarter of a mile below them the men they sought. The +cattle were driven in the centre, with horsemen in front and rear +and flankers on the braeside. + +"Hae at them, lads," cried Wat o' the Ninemileburn, as he dug +spurs into his grey horse. From farther down the glen he was +answered with a great shout of "Branksome". + +Somehow or other Sim and his shelty got down the steep braeface. +The next he knew was that the raiders had turned to meet him--to +meet him alone, it seemed; the moon had come out again, and +their faces showed white in it. The cattle, as the driving +ceased, sank down wearily in the moss. A man with an iron ged +turned, cursing to receive Wat's sword on his shoulder-bone. A +light began to blaze from down the burn--Sim saw the glitter of +it out of the corner of an eye--but the men in front were dark +figures with white faces. + +The Bewcastle lads were stout fellows, well used to hold as well +as take. They closed up in line around the beasts, and the moon +lit the tops of their spears. Sim brandished his ash-shaft, +which had weighed heavily these last hours, and to his surprise +found it light. He found his voice, too, and fell a-roaring like +Wat. + +Before he knew he was among the cattle. Wat had broken the ring, +and men were hacking and slipping among the slab sides of the +wearied beasts. The shelty came down over the rump of a red +buliock, and Sim was sprawling on his face in the trampled grass. +He struggled to rise, and some one had him by the throat. + +Anger fired his slow brain. He reached out his long arms and +grappled a leather jerkin. His nails found a seam and rent it, +for he had mighty fingers. Then he was gripping warm flesh, +tearing it like a wild beast, and his assailant with a cry +slackened his hold. "Whatna wull-cat..." he began, but he got +no further. The hoof of Wat's horse came down on his head and +brained him. A splatter of blood fell on Sim's face. + +The man was half wild. His shelty had broken back for the hill, +but his spear lay a yard off. He seized it and got to his feet, +to find that Wat had driven the English over the burn. The +cattle were losing their weariness in panic, and tossing wild +manes among the Scots. It was like a fight in a winter's byre. +The glare on the right grew fiercer, and young Harden's voice +rose, clear as a bell, above the tumult. He was swearing by the +cross of his sword. + +On foot, in the old Border way, Sim followed in Wat's wake,into +the bog and beyond the burn. He laired to his knees, but he +scarcely heeded it. There was a big man before him, a foolish, +red-haired fellow, who was making great play with a cudgel. He +had shivered two spears and was singing low to himself. Farther +off Wat had his axe in hand and was driving the enemy to the +brae. There were dead men in the moss. Sim stumbled over a soft +body, and a hand caught feebly at his heel. "To me, lads," cried +Wat. "Anither birse and we hae them broken." + +But something happened. Harden was pushing the van of the +raiders up the stream, and a press of them surged in from the +right. Wat found himself assailed on his flank, and gave ground. +The big man with the cudgel laughed loud and ran down the hill, +and the Scots fell back on Sim. Men tripped over him, and as he +rose he found the giant above him with his stick in the air. + +The blow fell, glancing from the ash-shaft to Sim's side. +Something cracked and his left arm hung limp. But the furies of +hell had hold of him now. He rolled over, gripped his spear +short, and with a swift turn struck upwards. The big man gave a +sob and toppled down into a pool of the burn. + +Sim struggled to his feet, and saw that the raiders were +beginning to hough the cattle One man was driving a red spear +into a helpless beast. It might have been the Cleuch cow. The +sight maddened him, and like a destroying angel he was among +them. One man he caught full in the throat, and had to set a +foot on breast before he could tug the spear out. Then the head +shivered on a steel corselet, and Sim played quarterstaff with +the shaft. The violence,of his onslaught turned the tide. Those +whom Harden drove up were caught in a vice, and squeezed out, +wounded and dying and mad with fear, on to the hill above the +burn. Both sides were weary men, or there would have been a grim +slaughter. As it was, none followed the runners, and every now +and again a Scot would drop like a log, not from wounds but from +dead weariness. + +Harden's flare was dying down. Dawn was breaking and Sim's wild +eyes cleared. Here a press of cattle, dazed with fright, and the +red and miry heather. Queer black things were curled and +stretched athwart it. He noticed a dead man beside him, perhaps +of his own slaying. It was a shabby fellow, in a jacket that +gaped like Sim's. His face was thin and patient, and his eyes, +even in death, looked puzzled and reproachful. He would be one +of the plain folk who had to ride, willy-nilly, on bigger men's +quarrels. Sim found himself wondering if he, also, had a +famished wife and child at home. The fury of the night had gone, +and Sim began to sob from utter tiredness. + +He slept in what was half a swoon. When he woke the sun was well +up in the sky and the Scots were cooking food. His arm irked +him, and his head burned like fire. He felt his body and found +nothing worse than bruises, and one long shallow scar where his +jacket was torn. + +A Teviotdale man brought him a cog of brose. Sim stared at it +and sickened: he was too far gone for food. Young Harden +passed, and looked curiously at him. "Here's a man that has na +spared himsel'," he said. "A drop o' French cordial is the thing +for you, Sim." And out of a leathern flask he poured a little +draught which he bade Sim swallow. + +The liquor ran through his veins and lightened the ache of his +head. He found strength to rise and look round. Surely they +were short of men. If these were all that were left Bewcastle +had been well avenged. + +Jamie Telfer enlightened him. "When we had gotten the victory, +there were some o' the lads thocht that Bewcastle sud pay scot in +beasts as weel as men. Sae Wat and a score mair rade off to +lowse Geordie Musgrave's kye. The road's clear, and they'll be +back ower Liddell by this time. Dod, there'll be walth o' +plenishin' at the Ninemileburn." + +Sim was cheered by the news. If Wat got back more than his own +he might be generous. They were cooking meat round the fire, the +flesh of the cattle killed in the fight. He went down to the +nearest blaze, and was given a strip of roast which he found he +could swallow. + +"How mony beasts were killed?" he asked incuriously, and was +told three. Saugh poles had been set up to hang the skins on. A +notion made Sim stagger to his feet and go to inspect them. +There could be no mistake. There hung the brindled hide of +Marion's cow. + +Wat returned in a cloud of glory, driving three-and-twenty +English beasts before him--great white fellows that none could +match on the Scottish side. He and his lads clamoured for food, +so more flesh was roasted, till the burnside smelt like a +kitchen. The Scots had found better than cattle, for five big +skins of ale bobbed on their saddles. Wat summoned all to come +and drink, and Harden, having no fear of reprisals, did not +forbid it. + +Sim was becoming a man again. He had bathed his bruises and +scratches in the burn, and Will o' Phawhope, who had skill as a +leech, had set his arm and bound it to his side in splints of ash +and raw hide. He had eaten grossly of flesh--the first time +since the spring, and then it had only been braxy lamb. The ale +had warmed his blood and quickened his wits. He began to feel +pleased with himself. He had done well in the fray--had not +young Harden praised him?--and surly Wat had owned that the +salvage of so many beasts was Sim's doing. "Man, Sim, ye wrocht +michtily at the burnside," he had said. "The heids crackit like +nits when ye garred your staff sing. Better you wi' a stick than +anither tnan wi' a sword." It was fine praise, and warmed Sim's +chilly soul. For a year he had fought bitterly for bread, and +now glory had come to him without asking. + +Men were drawn by lot to drive the cattle, and others to form a +rearguard. The rest set off for their homes by the nearest road. +The shelty had been recovered, and Sim to his pride found himself +riding in the front with Wat and young Harden and others of the +Scott and Elliot gentry. + +The company rode fast over the green hills in the clear autumn +noon. Harden's blue eyes danced, and he sang snatches in his gay +voice. Wat rumbled his own praises and told of the raid over +Liddel. Sim felt a new being from the broken man who the night +before had wearily jogged on the same road. He told himself he +took life too gravely and let care ride him too hard. He was too +much thirled to the Cleuch and tied to his wife's apron. In the +future he would see his friends, and bend the bicker with the +rest of them. + +By the darkening they had come to Ninemileburn, where Harden's +road left theirs. Wat had them all into the bare dwelling, and +another skin of ale was broached. A fire was lit and the men +sprawled around it, singing songs. Then tales began, and they +would have sat till morning, had not Harden called them to the +road. Sim, too, got to his feet. He was thinking of the six +miles yet before him, and as home grew nearer his spirits sank. +Dimly he remembered the sad things that waited his homecoming. + +Wat made him a parting speech. "Gude e'en to ye, Cousin Sim. +Ye've been a kind man to me the day. May I do as weel by you if +ever the fray gangs by the Cleuch. I had a coo o' yours in +pledge, and it was ane o the beasts the Musgraves speared. By +the auld law your debt still stands, and if I likit I could seek +anither pledge. But there'll be something awin' for rescue-shot, +and wi' that and the gude wark ye've dune the day, I'm content to +ca' the debt paid." + +Wat's words sounded kind, and no doubt Wat thought himself +generous. Sim had it on his tongue to ask for a cow--even on a +month's loan. But pride choked his speech. It meant telling of +the pitiful straits at the Cleuch. After what had passed he must +hold his head high amongst those full-fed Branksome lads. He +thanked Wat, cried farewell to the rest, and mounted his shelty. + +The moon was rising and the hills were yellow as corn. The +shelty had had a feed of oats, and capered at the shadows. What +with excitement, meat and ale, and the dregs of a great fatigue, +Sim's mind was hazy, and his cheerfulness returned. He thought +only on his exploits. He had done great things--he, Sim o' the +Cleuch--and every man in the Forest would hear of them and praise +his courage. There would be ballads made about him; he could +hear the blind violer at the Ashkirk change-house singing--songs +which told how Sim o' the Cleuch smote Bewcastle in the howe of +the Brunt Burn--ash against steel, one against ten. The fancy +intoxicated him; he felt as if he, too, could make a ballad. It +would speak of the soft shiny night with the moon high in the +heavens. It would tell of the press of men and beasts by the +burnside, and the red glare of Harden's fires, and Wat with his +axe, and above all of Sim with his ash-shaft and his long arms, +and how Harden drove the raiders up the burn and Sim smote them +silently among the cattle. Wat's exploits would come in, but the +true glory was Sim's. But for him Scots saddles might have been +empty and every beast safe over Liddel. + +The picture fairly ravished him. It carried him over the six +miles of bent and down by the wood of hazel to where the Cleuch +lay huddled in its nook of hill. It brought him to the door of +his own silent dwelling. As he pushed into the darkness his +heart suddenly sank... + +With fumbling hands he kindled a rushlight. The peat fire had +long gone out and left only a heap of white ashes. The gruel by +the bed had been spilled and was lying on the floor. Only the +jug of water was drained to the foot. + +His wife lay so still that he wondered. A red spot burned in +each cheek, and, as he bent down, he could hear her fast +breathing. He flashed the light on her eyes and she slowly +opened them. + +"The coo, Sim," she said faintly. "Hae ye brocht the coo?" + +The rushlight dropped on the floor. Now he knew the price of his +riding. He fell into a fit of coughing. + + + +PLAIN FOLK + + +Since flaming angels drove our sire +From Eden's green to walk the mire, +We are the folk who tilled the plot +And ground the grain and boiled the pot. +We hung the garden terraces +That pleasured Queen Semiramis. +Our toil it was and burdened brain +That set the Pyramids o'er the plain. +We marched from Egypt at God's call +And drilled the ranks and fed them all; +But never Eschol's wine drank we,-- +Our bones lay 'twixt the sand and sea. +We officered the brazen bands +That rode the far and desert lands; +We bore the Roman eagles forth +And made great roads from south to north; +White cities flowered for holidays, +But we, forgot, died far away. +And when the Lord called folk to Him, +And some sat blissful at His feet, +Ours was the task the bowl to brim, +For on this earth even saints must eat. +The serfs have little need to think, +Only to work and sleep and drink; +A rover's life is boyish play, +For when cares press he rides away; +The king sits on his ruby throne, +And calls the whole wide world his own. +But we, the plain folk, noon and night +No surcease of our toil we see; +We cannot ease our cares by flight, +For Fortune holds our loves in fee. +We are not slaves to sell our wills, +We are not kings to ride the hills, +But patient men who jog and dance +In the dull wake of circumstance; +Loving our little patch of sun, +Too weak our homely dues to shun, +Too nice of conscience, or too free, +To prate of rights--if rights there be. + +The Scriptures tell us that the meek +The earth shall have to work their will; +It may be they shall find who seek, +When they have topped the last long hill. +Meantime we serve among the dust +For at the best a broken crust, +A word of praise, and now and then +The joy of turning home again. +But freemen still we fall or stand, +We serve because our hearts command. +Though kings may boast and knights cavort, +We broke the spears at Agincourt. +When odds were wild and hopes were down, +We died in droves by Leipsic town. +Never a field was starkly won +But ours the dead that faced the sun. +The slave will fight because he must, +The rover for his ire and lust, +The king to pass an idle hour +Or feast his fatted heart with power; +But we, because we choose, we choose, +Nothing to gain and much to lose, +Holding it happier far to die +Than falter in our decency. + +The serfs may know an hour of pride +When the high flames of tumult ride. +The rover has his days of ease +When he has sacked his palaces. +A king may live a year like God +When prostrate peoples drape the sod. +We ask for little,-leave to tend +Our modest fields: at daylight's end +The fires of home: a wife's caress: +The star of children's happiness. +Vain hope! 'Tis ours for ever and aye +To do the job the slaves have marred, +To clear the wreckage of the fray, +And please our kings by working hard. +Daily we mend their blunderings, +Swachbucklers, demagogues, and kings! + +What if we rose?-If some fine morn, +Unnumbered as the autumn corn, +With all the brains and all the skill +Of stubborn back and steadfast will, +We rose and, with the guns in train, +Proposed to deal the cards again, +And, tired of sitting up o' nights, +Gave notice to our parasites, +Announcing that in future they +Who paid the piper should call the lay! +Then crowns would tumble down like nuts, +And wastrels hide in water-butts; +Each lamp-post as an epilogue: +Would hold a pendent demagogue: +Then would the world be for the wise!-- + +. . . . . . . . . . . . . + +But ah! the plain folk never rise. + + + +THE KINGS OF ORION + +VIII + +" An ape and a lion lie side by side in the heart of a man." + +--PERSIAN PROVERB + + +Spring-fishing in the North is a cold game for a man whose blood +has become thin in gentler climates. All afternoon I had failed +to stir a fish, and the wan streams of the Laver, swirling +between bare grey banks, were as icy to the eye as the sharp +gusts of hail from the north-east were to the fingers. I cast +mechanically till I grew weary, and then with an empty creel and +a villainous temper set myself to trudge the two miles of bent to +the inn. Some distant ridges of hill stood out snow-clad against +the dun sky, and half in anger, half in dismal satisfaction, I +told myself that fishing to-morrow would be as barren as to-day. + +At the inn door a tall man was stamping his feet and watching a +servant lifting rodcases from a dog-cart. Hooded and wrapped +though he was, my friend Thirlstone was an unmistakable figure in +any landscape. The long, haggard, brown face, with the skin +drawn tightly over the cheek-bones, the keen blue eyes finely +wrinkled round the corners with staring at many suns, the scar +which gave his mouth a humorous droop to the right, made up a +whole which was not easily forgotten. I had last seen him on the +quay at Funchal bargaining with some rascally boatman to take him +after mythical wild goats in Las Desertas. Before that we had +met at an embassy ball in Vienna, and still earlier at a +hill-station in Persia to which I had been sent post-haste by an +anxious and embarrassed Government. Also I had been at school +with him, in those far-away days when we rode nine stone and +dreamed of cricket averages. He was a soldier of note, who had +taken part in two little wars and one big one; had himself +conducted a political mission through a hard country with some +success, and was habitually chosen by his superiors to keep his +eyes open as a foreign attache in our neighbours' wars. But his +fame as a hunter had gone abroad into places where even the name +of the British army is unknown. He was the hungriest shikari I +have ever seen, and I have seen many. If you are wise you will +go forthwith to some library and procure a little book entitled +"Three Hunting Expeditions," by A.W.T. It is a modest work, +and the style is that of a leading article, but all the lore and +passion of the Red Gods are in its pages. + +The sitting-room at the inn is a place of comfort, and while +Thirlstone warmed his long back at the fire I sank contentedly +into one of the well-rubbed leather arm-chairs. The company of a +friend made the weather and scarcity of salmon less the +intolerable grievance they had seemed an hour ago than a joke to +be laughed at. The landlord came in with whisky, and banked up +the peats till they glowed beneath a pall of blue smoke. + +"I hope to goodness we are alone," said Thirlstone, and he turned +to the retreating landlord and asked the question. + +"There's naebody bidin' the nicht forbye yoursels," he said, "but +the morn there's a gentleman comin'. I got a letter frae him the +day. Maister Wiston, they ca him. Maybe ye ken him?" + +I started at the name, which I knew very well. Thirlstone, who +knew it better, stopped warming himself and walked to the window, +where he stood pulling his moustache and staring at the snow. +When the man had left the room, he turned to me with the face of +one whose mind is made up on a course but uncertain of the best +method. + +"Do you know this sort of weather looks infernally unpromising? +I've half a mind to chuck it and go back to town." + +I gave him no encouragement, finding amusement in his +difficulties. "Oh, it's not so bad," I said, "and it won't +last. To-morrow we may have the day of our lives." + +He was silent for a little, staring at the fire. "Anyhow," he +said at last, "we were fools to be so far up the valley. Why +shouldn't we go down to the Forest Lodge? They'll take us in, +and we should be deucedly comfortable, and the water's better." + +"There's not a pool on the river to touch the stretch here," I +said. "I know, for I've fished every inch of it." + +He had no reply to this, so he lit a pipe and held his peace for +a time. Then, with some embarrassment but the air of having made +a discovery, he announced that his conscience was troubling him +about his work, and he thought he ought to get back to it at +once. "There are several things I have forgotten to see to, and +they're rather important. I feel a beast behaving like this, but +you won't mind, will you?" + +"My dear Thirlstone," I said, "what is the good of hedging? +Why can't you say you won't meet Wiston!" + +His face cleared. "Well, that's the fact--I won't. It would be +too infernally unpleasant. You see, I was once by way of being +his friend, and he was in my regiment. I couldn't do it." + +The landlord came in at the moment with a basket of peats. "How +long is Capt.--Mr. Wiston staying here?" I asked. + +"He's no bidin' ony time. He's just comin' here in the middle +o' the day for his denner, and then drivin' up the water to +Altbreac. He has the fishin' there." + +Thirlstone's face showed profound relief. "Thank God!" I heard +him mutter under his breath, and when the landlord had gone he +fell to talking of salmon with enthusiasm. "We must make a big +day of it to-morrow, dark to dark, you know. Thank Heaven, our +beat's down-stream, too." And thereafter he made frequent +excursions to the door, and bulletins on the weather were issued +regularly. + +Dinner over, we drew our chairs to the hearth, and fell to talk +and the slow consumption of tobacco. When two men from the ends +of the earth meet by a winter fire, their thoughts are certain to +drift overseas. We spoke of the racing tides off Vancouver, and +the lonely pine-clad ridges running up to the snow-peaks of the +Selkirks, to which we had both travelled once upon a time in +search of sport. Thirlstone on his own account had gone +wandering to Alaska, and brought back some bear-skins and a +frost-bitten toe as trophies, and from his tales had consorted +with the finest band of rogues which survives unhanged on this +planet. Then some casual word took our thoughts to the south, +and our memories dallied with Africa. Thirlstone had hunted in +Somaliland and done mighty slaughter; while I had spent some +never-to-be forgotten weeks long ago in the hinterland of +Zanzibar, in the days before railways and game-preserves. I have +gone through life with a keen eye for the discovery of earthly +paradises, to which I intend to retire when my work is over, and +the fairest I thought I had found above the Rift valley, where +you had a hundred miles of blue horizon and the weather of +Scotland. Thirlstone, not having been there, naturally differed, +and urged the claim of a certain glen in Kashmir, where you may +hunt two varieties of bear and three of buck in thickets of +rhododendron, and see the mightiest mountain-wall on earth from +your tent door. The mention of the Indian frontier brought us +back to our professions, and for a little we talked "shop" with +the unblushing confidence of those who know each other's work and +approve it. As a very young soldier Thirlstone had gone shooting +in the Pamirs, and had blundered into a Russian party of +exploration which contained Kuropatkin. He had in consequence +grossly outstayed his leave, having been detained for a fortnight +by an arbitrary hospitality; but he had learned many things, and +the experience had given him strong views on frontier questions. +Half an hour was devoted to a masterly survey of the East, until +a word pulled us up. + +"I went there in '99" Thirlstone was saying,--"the time Wiston +and I were sent--" and then he stopped, and his eager face +clouded. Wiston's name cast a shadow over our reminiscences. + +"What did he actually do?" I asked after a short silence. + +"Pretty bad! He seemed a commonplace, good sort of fellow, +popular, fairly competent, a little bad-tempered perhaps. And +then suddenly he did something so extremely blackguardly that +everything was at an end. It's no good repeating details, and I +hate to think about it. We know little about our neighbours, and +I'm not so sure that we know much about ourselves. There may be +appalling depths of iniquity in every one of us, only most people +are fortunate enough to go through the world without meeting +anything to wake the devil in them. I don't believe Wiston was +bad in the ordinary sense. Only there was something else in +him-somebody else, if you like--and in a moment it came +uppermost, and he was a branded man. Ugh! it's a gruesome +thought." Thirlstone had let his pipe go out, and was staring +moodily into the fire. + +"How do you explain things like that?" he asked. "I have an +idea of my own about them. We talk glibly of ourselves and our +personality and our conscience, as if every man's nature were a +smooth, round, white thing, like a chuckie-stone. But I believe +there are two men-perhaps more-in every one of us. There's our +ordinary self, generally rather humdrum; and then there's a bit +of something else, good, bad, but never indifferent,--and it is +that something else which may make a man a saint or a great +villain." + +"'The Kings of Orion have come to earth,'" I quoted. + +Something in the words struck Thirlstone, and he asked me what +was the yarn I spoke of. + +"It's an old legend," I explained. "When the kings were driven +out of Orion, they were sent to this planet and given each his +habitation in some mortal soul. There were differences of +character in that royal family, and so the alter ego which dwells +alongside of us may be virtuous or very much the reverse. But +the point is that he is always greater than ourselves, for he has +been a king. It's a foolish story, but very widely believed. +There is something oi the sort in Celtic folk-lore, and there's a +reference to it in Ausonius. Also the bandits in the Bakhtiari +have a version of it in a very excellent ballad." + +"Kings of Orion," said Thirlstone musingly. "I like that idea. +Good or bad, but always great! After all, we show a kind of +belief in it in our daily practice. Every man is always making +fancies about himself; but it is never his workaday self, but +something else. The bank clerk who pictures himself as a +financial Napoleon knows that his own thin little soul is +incapable of it; but he knows, too, that it is possible enough +for that other bigger thing which is not his soul, but yet in +some odd way is bound up with it. I fancy myself a field-marshal +in a European war; but I know perfectly well that if the job were +offered me, I should realise my incompetence and decline. I +expect you rather picture yourself now and then as a sort of +Julius Caesar and empire-maker, and yet, with all respect, my +dear chap, I think it would be rather too much for you." + +"There was once a man," I said, "an early Victorian Whig, whose +chief ambitions were to reform the criminal law and abolish +slavery. Well, this dull, estimable man in his leisure moments +was Emperor of Byzantium. He fought great wars and built +palaces, and then, when the time for fancy was past, went into +the House of Commons and railed against militarism and Tory +extravagance. That particular king from Orion had a rather odd +sort of earthly tenement." + +Thirlstone was all interest. "A philosophic Whig and the throne +of Byzantium. A pretty rum mixture! And yet--yet," and his +eyes became abstracted. "Did you ever know Tommy Lacelles?" + +"The man who once governed Deira? Retired now, and lives +somewhere in Kent. Yes, I've met him once or twice. But why?" + +"Because," said Thirlstone solemnly, " nless I'm greatly +mistaken, Tommy was another such case, though no man ever +guessed it except myself. I don't mind telling you the story, +now that he is retired and vegetating in his ancestral pastures. +Besides, the facts are all in his favour, and the explanation is +our own business.... + +"His wife was my cousin, and when she died Tommy was left a very +withered, disconsolate man, with no particular object in life. +We all thought he would give up the service, for he was hideously +well off and then one fine day, to our amazement, he was offered +Deira, and accepted it. I was short of a job at the time, for my +battalion was at home, and there was nothing going on anywhere, +so I thought I should like to see what the East Coast of Africa +was like, and wrote to Tommy about it. He jumped at me, cabled +offering me what he called his Military Secretaryship, and I got +seconded, and set off. I had never known him very well, but what +I had seen I had liked; and I suppose he was glad to have one +of Maggie's family with him, for he was still very low about her +loss. I was in pretty good spirits, for it meant new +experiences, and I had hopes of big game. + +"You've never been to Deira? Well, there's no good trying to +describe it, for it's the only place in the world like itself. +God made it and left it to its own devices. The town is pretty +enough, with its palms and green headland, and little scrubby +islands in the river's mouth. It has the usual half-Arab, +half-Portugee look-white green-shuttered houses, flat roofs, +sallow little men in duck, and every type of nigger from the +Somali to the Shangaan. There are some good buildings, and +Government House was the mansion of some old Portugee seigneur, +and was built when people in Africa were not in such a hurry as +to-day. Inland there's a rolling, forest country, beginning with +decent trees and ending in mimosa-thorn, when the land begins to +rise to the stony hills of the interior; and that poisonous +yellow river rolls through it all, with a denser native +population along its banks than you will find anywhere else north +of the Zambesi. For about two months in the year the climate is +Paradise, and for the rest you live in a Turkish bath, with every +known kind of fever hanging about. We cleaned out the town and +improved the sanitation, so there were few epidemics, but there +was enough ordinary malaria to sicken a crocodile. + +"The place was no special use to us. It had been annexed in +spite of a tremendous Radical outcry, and, upon my soul, it was +one of the few cases where the Radicals had something to say for +themselves. All we got by it was half a dozen of the nastiest +problems an unfortunate governor can have to face. Ten years +before it had been a decaying strip of coast, with a few trading +firms in the town, and a small export of ivory and timber. But +some years before Tommy took it up there had been a huge +discovery of copper in the hills inland, a railway had been +built, and there were several biggish mining settlements at the +end of it. Deira itself was filled with offices of European +firms, it had got a Stock Exchange of its own, and it was +becoming the usual cosmopolitan playground. It had a knack, too, +of getting the very worst breed of adventurer. I know something +of your South African and Australian mining town, and with all +their faults they are run by white men. If they haven't much +morals, they have a kind of decency which keeps them fairly +straight. But for our sins we got a brand of Levantine Jew, who +was fit for nothing but making money and making trouble. They +were always defying the law, and then, when they got into a hole, +they squealed to Government for help, and started a racket in the +home papers about the weakness of the Imperial power. The crux +of the whole difficulty was the natives, who lived along the +river and in the foothills. They were a hardy race of Kaffirs, +sort of far-away cousins to the Zulu, and till the mines were +opened they had behaved well enough. They had arms, which we had +never dared to take away, but they kept quiet and paid their +hut-taxes like men. I got to know many of the chiefs, and liked +them, for they were upstanding fellows to look at and heavenborn +shikaris. However, when the Jews came along they wanted labour, +and, since we did not see our way to allow them to add to the +imported coolie population, they had to fall back upon the +Labonga. At first things went smoothly. The chiefs were willing +to let their men work for good wages, and for a time there was +enough labour for everybody. But as the mines extended, and the +natives, after making a few pounds, wanted to get back to their +kraals, there came a shortage; and since the work could not be +allowed to slacken, the owners tried other methods. They made +promises which they never intended to keep, and they stood on the +letter of a law which the natives did not understand, and they +employed touts who were little better than slave-dealers. They +got the labour, of course, but soon they had put the Labonga into +a state of unrest which a very little would turn into a rising. + +"Into this kettle of fish Tommy was pitchforked, and when I +arrived he was just beginning to understand how unpleasant it +was. As I said before, I did not know him very well, and I was +amazed to find how bad he was at his job. A more curiously +incompetent person I never met. He was a long, thin man, with a +grizzled moustache and a mild sleepy eye-not an impressive +figure, except on a horse; and he had an odd lisp which made +even a shrewd remark sound foolish. He was the most industrious +creature in the world, and a model of official decorum. His +papers were always in order, his despatches always neat and +correct, and I don't believe any one ever caught him tripping in +office work. But he had no more conception than a child of the +kind of trouble that was brewing. He knew never an honest man +from a rogue, and the result was that he received all unofficial +communications with a polite disbelief. I used to force him to +see people-miners, prospectors, traders, any one who had +something to say worth listening to, but it all glided smoothly +off his mind. He was simply the most incompetent being ever +created, living in the world as not being of it, or rather +creating a little official world of his own, where all events +happened on lines laid down by the Colonial Office, and men were +like papers, to be rolled into packets and properly docketed. He +had an Executive Council of people like himself, competent +officials and blind bats at anything else. Then there was a +precious Legislative Council, intended to represent the different +classes of the population. There were several good men on it-one +old trader called Mackay, for instance, who had been thirty years +in the country-but most were nominees of the mining firms, and +very seedy rascals at that. They were always talking about the +rights of the white man, and demanding popular control of the +Government, and similar twaddle. The leader was a man who hailed +from Hamburg, and called himself Le Foy--descended from a +Crusader of the name of Levi--who was a jackal of one of the +chief copper firms. He overflowed with Imperialist sentiment, +and when he wasn't waving the flag he used to gush about the +beauties of English country life the grandeur of the English +tradition. He hated me from the start, for when he talked of +going 'home' I thought he meant Hamburg, and said so; and then a +thing happened which made him hate me worse. He was infernally +rude to Tommy, who, like the dear sheep he was, never saw it, +and, if he had, wouldn't have minded. But one day I chanced to +overhear some of his impertinences, so I hunted out my biggest +sjambok and lay in wait for Mr. Le Foy. I told him that he was a +representative of the sovereign people, that I was a member of an +effete bureaucracy, and that it would be most painful if +unpleasantness arose between us. But, I added, I was prepared, +if necessary, to sacrifice my official career to my private +feelings, and if he dared to use such language again to his +Majesty's representative I would give him a hiding he would +remember till he found himself in Abraham's bosom. Not liking my +sjambok, he became soap and butter at once, and held his tongue +for a month or two. + +"But though Tommy was no good at his job, he was a tremendous +swell at other things. He was an uncommonly good linguist, and +had always about a dozen hobbies which he slaved at; and when he +found himself at Deira with a good deal of leisure, he became a +bigger crank than ever. He had a lot of books which used to +follow him about the world in zinc-lined boxes--your big +paper-backed German books which mean research,--and he was a +Fellow of the Koyal Society, and corresponded with half a dozen +foreign shows. India was his great subject, but he had been in +the Sudan and knew a good deal about African races. When I went +out to him, his pet hobby was the Bantu, and he had acquired an +amazing amount of miscellaneous learning. He knew all about +their immigration from the North, and the Arab and Phoenician +trade-routes, and the Portuguese occupation, and the rest of the +history of that unpromising seaboard. The way he behaved in his +researches showed the man. He worked hard at the Labonga +language-which, I believe, is a linguistic curiosity of the first +water-from missionary books and the conversation of tame Kaffirs. +But he never thought of paying them a visit in their native +haunts. I was constantly begging him to do it, but it was not +Tommy's way. He did not care a straw about political experience, +and he liked to look at things through the medium of paper and +ink. Then there were the Phoenician remains in the foot-hills +where the copper was mined-old workings, and things which might +have been forts or temples. He knew all that was to be known +about them, but he had never seen them and never wanted to. +Once only he went to the hills, to open some new reservoirs and +make the ordinary Governor's speech; but he went in a special +train and stayed two hours, most of which was spent in lunching +and being played to by brass bands. + +"But, oddly enough, there was one thing which stirred him with +an interest that was not academic. I discovered it by accident +one day when I went into his study and found him struggling with +a map of Central Asia. Instead of the mild, benevolent smile +with which he usually greeted my interruptions, he looked +positively furtive, and, I could have sworn, tried to shuffle the +map under some papers. Now it happens that Central Asia is the +part of the globe that I know better than most men, and I could +not help picking up the map and looking at it. It was a wretched +thing, and had got the Oxus two hundred miles out of its course. +I pointed this out to Tommy, and to my amazement he became quite +excited. 'Nonsense,' he said. 'You don't mean to say it goes +south of that desert. Why, I meant to--,' and then he stammered +and stopped. I wondered what on earth he had meant to do, but I +merely observed that I had been there, and knew. That brought +Tommy out of his chair in real excitement. 'What!' he cried, +'you! You never told me,' and he started to fire off a round of +questions, which showed that if he knew very little about the +place, he had it a good deal in his mind. + +I drew some sketch-plans for him, and left him brooding over +them. + +"That was the first hint I got. The second was a few nights +later, when we were smoking in the billiard-room. I had been +reading Marco Polo, and the talk got on to Persia and drifted all +over the north side of the Himalaya. Tommy, with an abstracted +eye, talked of Alexander and Timour and Genghis Khan, and +particularly of Prester John, who was a character and took his +fancy. I had told him that the natives in the Pamirs were true +Persian stock, and this interested him greatly. 'Why was there +never a great state built up in those valleys?' he asked. 'You +get nothing but a few wild conquerors rushing east and west, and +then some squalid khanates. And yet all the materials were +there--the stuff for a strong race, a rich land, the traditions +of an old civilisation, and natural barriers against all +invasion.' + +"'I suppose they never found the man,' I said. + +"He agreed. 'Their princes were sots, or they were barbarians +of genius who could devastate to the gates of Peking or +Constantinople, but could never build. They did not recognise +their limits, and so they went out in a whirlwind. But if there +had been a man of solid genius he might have built up the +strongest nation on the globe. In time he could have annexed +Persia and nibbled at China. He would have been rich, for he +could tap all the inland trade-routes of Asia. He would have had +to be a conqueror, for his people would be a race of warriors, +but first and foremost he must have been a statesman. Think of +such a civilisation, THE Asian civilisation, growing up +mysteriously behind the deserts and the ranges! That's my idea +of Prester John. Russia would have been confined to the line of +the Urals. China would have been absorbed. There would have +been no Japan. The whole history of the world for the last few +hundred years would have been different. It is the greatest of +all the lost chances in history.' Tommy waxed pathetic over the +loss. + +"I was a little surprised at his eloquence, especially when he +seemed to remember himself and stopped all of a sudden. But for +the next week I got no peace with his questions. I told him all +I knew of Bokhara, and Samarkand, and Tashkend, and Yarkand. I +showed him the passes in the Pamirs and the Hindu Kush. I traced +out the rivers, and I calculated distances; we talked over +imaginary campaigns, and set up fanciful constitutions. It a was +childish game, but I found it interesting enough. He spoke of it +all with a curious personal tone which puzzled me, till one day +when we were amusing ourselves with a fight on the Zarafshan, and +I put in a modest claim to be allowed to win once in a while. +For a second he looked at me in blank surprise. 'You can't,' he +said; 'I've got to enter Samarkand before I can...' and he +stopped again, with a glimmering sense in his face that he was +giving himself away. And then I knew that I had surprised +Tommy's secret. While he was muddling his own job, he was +salving his pride with fancies of some wild career in Asia, where +Tommy, disguised as the lord knows what Mussulman grandee, was +hammering the little states into an empire. + +"I did not think then as I think now, and I was amused to find +so odd a trait in a dull man. I had known something of the kind +before. I had met fellows who after their tenth peg would begin +to swagger about some ridiculous fancy of their own--their little +private corner of soul showing for a moment when the drink had +blown aside their common-sense. Now, I had never known the thing +appear in cold blood and everyday life, but I assumed the case to +be the same. I thought of it only as a harmless fancy, never +imagining that it had anything to do with character. I put it +down to that kindly imagination which is the old opiate for +failures. So I played up to Tommy with all my might, and though +he became very discreet after the first betrayal, having hit upon +the clue, I knew what to look for, and I found it. When I told +him that the Labonga were in a devil of a mess, he would look at +me with an empty face and change the subject; but once among the +Turcomans his eye would kindle, and he would slave at his +confounded folly with sufficient energy to reform the whole East +Coast. It was the spark that kept the man alive. Otherwise he +would have been as limp as a rag, but this craziness put life +into him, and made him carry his head in the air and walk like a +free man. I remember he was very keen about any kind of martial +poetry. He used to go about crooning Scott and Macaulay to +himself, and when we went for a walk or a ride he wouldn't speak +for miles, but keep smiling to himself and humming bits of songs. +I daresay he was very happy,--far happier than your stolid, +competent man, who sees only the one thing to do and does it. +Tommy was muddling his particular duty, but building glorious +palaces in the air. + +"One day Mackay, the old trader, came to me after a sitting of +the precious Legislative Council. We were very friendly, and I +had done all I could to get the Government to listen to his +views. He was a dour, ill-tempered Scotsman, very anxious for +the safety of his property, but perfectly careless about any +danger to himself. + +"'Captain Thirlstone,' he said, 'that Governor of yours is a +damned fool.' + +"Of course I shut him up very brusquely, but he paid no +attention. 'He just sits and grins, and lets yon Pentecostal +crowd we've gotten here as a judgment for our sins do what they +like wi' him. God kens what'll happen. I would go home +to-morrow, if I could realise without an immoderate loss. For +the day of reckoning is at hand. Maark my words, Captain--at +hand.' + +"I said I agreed with him about the approach of trouble, but +that the Governor would rise to the occasion. I told him that +people like Tommy were only seen at their best in a crisis, and +that he might be perfectly confident that when it arrived he +would get a new idea of the man. I said this, but of course I +did not believe a word of it. I thought Tommy was only a +dreamer, who had rotted any grit he ever possessed by his mental +opiates. At that time I did not understand about the kings from +Orion. + +" And then came the thing we had all been waiting for--a Labonga +rising. A week before I had got leave and had gone up country, +partly to shoot, but mainly to see for myself what trouble was +brewing. I kept away from the river, and therefore missed the +main native centres, but such kraals as I passed had a look I did +not like. The chiefs were almost always invisible, and the young +bloods were swaggering about and bukking to each other, while the +women were grinding maize as if for some big festival. However, +after a bit the country seemed to grow more normal, and I went +into the foothills to shoot, fairly easy in my mind. I had got +up to a place called Shimonwe, on the Pathi river, where I had +ordered letters to be sent, and one night coming in from a hard +day after kudu I found a post-runner half-dead of fatigue with a +chit from Utterson, who commanded a police district twenty miles +nearer the coast. It said simply that all the young men round +about him had cleared out and appeared to be moving towards +Deira, that he was in the devil of a quandary, and that, since +the police were under the Governor, he would take his orders from +me. + +"It looked as if the heather were fairly on fire at last, so I +set off early next morning to trek back. About midday I met +Utterson, a very badly scared little man, who had come to look +for me. It seemed that his policemen had bolted in the night and +gone to join the rising, leaving him with two white sergeants, +barely fifty rounds of ammunition, and no neighbour for a hundred +miles. He said that the Labonga chiefs were not marching to the +coast, as he had thought, but north along the eastern foothills +in the direction of the mines. This was better news, for it +meant that in all probability the railway would remain open. It +was my business to get somehow to my chief, and I was in the +deuce of a stew how to manage it. It was no good following the +line of the natives' march, for they would have been between me +and my goal, and the only way was to try and outflank them by +going due east, in the Deira direction, and then turning north, +so as to strike the railway about half-way to the mines. I told +Utterson we had better scatter, otherwise we should have no +chance of getting through a densely populated native country. +So, about five in the afternoon I set off with my chief shikari, +who, by good luck, was not a Labonga, and dived into the jungly +bush which skirts the hills. + +"For three days I had a baddish time. We steered by the stars, +travelling chiefly by night, and we showed extraordinary skill in +missing the water-holes. I had a touch of fever and got +light-headed, and it was all I could do to struggle through the +thick grass and wait-a-bit thorns. My clothes were torn to rags, +and I grew so footsore that it was agony to move. All the same +we travelled fast, and there was no chance of our missing the +road, for any route due north was bound to cut the railway. I +had the most sickening uncertainty about what was to come next. +Hely, who was in command at Deira, was a good enough man, but he +had only three companies of white troops, and the black troops +were as likely as not to be on their way to the rebels. It +looked as if we should have a Cawnpore business on a small scale, +though I thanked Heaven there were no women in the case. As for +Tommy, he would probably be repeating platitudes in Deira and +composing an intelligent despatch on the whole subject. + +"About four in the afternoon of the third day I struck the line +near a little station called Palala. I saw by the look of the +rails that trains were still running, and my hopes revived. At +Palala there was a coolie stationmaster, who gave me a drink and +a little food, after which I slept heavily in his office till +wakened by the arrival of an up train. It contained one of the +white companies and a man Davidson, of the 101st, who was Hely's +second in command. From him I had news that took away my breath. +The Governor had gone up the line two days before with an A.D.C. +and old Mackay. 'The sportsman has got a move on him at last,' +said Davidson, 'but what he means to do Heaven only knows. The +Labonga are at the mines, and a kind of mine-guard has been +formed for defence. The joke of it is that most of the magnates +are treed up there, for the railway is cut and they can't get +away. I don't envy your chief the job of schooling that nervous +crowd.' + +"I went on with Davidson, and very early next morning we came to +a broken culvert and had to stop. There we stuck for three hours +till the down train arrived, and with it Hely. He was for +ordinary a stolid soul, but I never saw a man in such a fever of +excitement. He gripped me by the arm and fairly shook me. 'That +old man of yours is a hero,' he cried. 'The Lord forgive me! +and I have always crabbed him.' + +"I implored him in Heaven's name to tell me what was up, but he +would say nothing till he had had his pow-pow with Davidson. It +seemed that he was bringing all his white troops up the line for +some great demonstration that Tommy had conceived. Davidson went +back to Deira, while we mended the culvert and got the men +transferred to the other train. Then I screwed the truth out of +Hely. Tommy had got up to the mines before the rebels arrived, +and had found as fine a chaos as can be imagined. He did not +seem to have had any doubts what to do. There was a certain +number of white workmen, hard fellows from Cornwall mostly, with +a few Australians, and these he got together with Mackay's help +and organised into a pretty useful corps. He set them to guard +the offices, and gave them strict orders to shoot at sight any +one attempting to leave. Then he collected the bosses and talked +to them like a father. What he said Hely did not know, except +that he had damned their eyes pretty heartily, and told them what +a set of swine they were, making trouble which they had not the +pluck to face. Whether from Mackay, or from his own +intelligence, or from a memory of my neglected warnings, he +seemed to have got a tight grip on the facts at last. Meanwhile, +the Labonga were at the doors, chanting their battle-songs half a +mile away, and shots were heard from the far pickets. If they +had tried to rush the place then, all would have been over, but, +luckily, that was never their way of fighting. They sat down in +camp to make their sacrifices and consult their witch-doctors, +and presently Hely arrived with the first troops, having come in +on the northern flank when he found the line cut. He had been in +time to hear the tail-end of Tommy's final address to the +mineowners. He told them, in words which Hely said he could +never have imagined coming from his lips, that they would be well +served if the Labonga cleaned the whole place out. Only, he +said, that would be against the will of Britain, and it was his +business, as a loyal servant, to prevent it. Then, after giving +Hely his instructions, he had put on his uniform, gold lace and +all, and every scrap of bunting he possessed--all the orders and +'Golden Stars' of half a dozen Oriental States where he had +served. He made Ashurst, the A.D.C., put on his best Hussar's +kit, and Mackay rigged himself out in a frock-coat and a topper; +and the three set out on horseback for the Labonga. 'I believe +he'll bring it off, said Hely, with wild eyes,n'and, by Heaven, +if he does, it'll be the best thing since John Nicholson!' + +"For the rest of the way I sat hugging myself with excitement. +The miracle of miracles seemed to have come. The old, slack, +incompetent soul in Tommy seemed to have been driven out by that +other spirit, which had hitherto been content to dream of crazy +victories on the Oxus. I cursed my folly in having missed it +all, for I would have given my right hand to be with him among +the Labonga. I envied that young fool Ashurst his luck in being +present at that queer transformation scene. I had not a doubt +that Tommy would bring it off all right. The kings from Orion +don't go into action without coming out on top. As we got near +the mines I kept my ears open for the sound of shots; but all was +still,--not even the kind of hubbub a native force makes when it +is on the move. Something had happened, but what it was no man +could guess. When we got to where the line was up, we made very +good time over the five miles to the mines. No one interfered +with us, and the nearer we got the greater grew my certainty. +Soon we were at the pickets, who had nothing to tell us; and +then we were racing up the long sandy street to the offices, and +there, sitting smoking on the doorstep of the hotel, surrounded +by everybody who was not on duty, were Mackay and Ashurst. + +"They were an odd pair. Ashurst still wore his uniform; but he +seemed to have been rolling about in it on the ground; his sleek +hair was wildly ruffled, and he was poking holes in the dust with +his sword. Mackay had lost his topper, and wore a disreputable +cap, his ancient frock-coat was without buttons, and his tie had +worked itself up behind his ears. They talked excitedly to each +other, now and then vouchsafing a scrap of information to an +equally excited audience. When they saw me they rose and rushed +for me, and dragged me between them up the street, while the +crowd tailed at our heels. + +"'Ye're a true prophet, Captain Thirlstone,' Mackay began, 'and I +ask your pardon for doubting you. Ye said the Governor only +needed a crisis to behave like a man. Well, the crisis has come; +and if there's a man alive in this sinful world, it's that chief +o' yours. And then his emotion overcame him. and, hard-bitten +devil as he was, he sat down on the ground and gasped with +hysterical laughter, while Ashurst, with a very red face, kept +putting the wrong end of a cigarette in his mouth and swearing +profanely. + +"I never remember a madder sight. There was the brassy blue sky +and reddish granite rock and acres of thick red dust. The scrub +had that metallic greenness which you find in all copper places. +Pretty unwholesome it looked, and the crowd, which had got round +us again, was more unwholesome still. Fat Jew boys, with diamond +rings on dirty fingers and greasy linen cuffs, kept staring at us +with twitching lips; and one or two smarter fellows in +riding-breeches, mine-managers and suchlike, tried to show their +pluck by nervous jokes. And in the middle was Mackay, with his +damaged frocker, drawling out his story in broad Scots. + +"'He made this laddie put on his braws, and he commandeered +this iniquitous garment for me. I've raxed its seams, and it'll +never look again on the man that owns it. Syne he arrayed +himself in purple and fine linen till he as like the king's +daughter, all glorious without; and says he to me, "Mackay," he +says, "we'll go and talk to these uncovenanted deevils in their +own tongue. We'll visit them at home, Mackay," he says. "They're +none such bad fellows, but they want a little humouring from men +like you and me." So we got on our horses and started +the procession--the Governor with his head in the air, and the +laddie endenvouring to look calm and collected, and me praying to +the God of Israel and trying to keep my breeks from working up +above my knees. I've been in Kaffir wars afore, but I never +thought I would ride without weapon of any kind into such a black +Armageddon. I am a peaceable man for ordinar', and a canny one, +but I wasna myself in that hour. Man, Thirlstone, I was that +overcome by the spirit of your chief, that if he had bidden me +gang alone on the same errand, I wouldna say but what Iwould have +gone. + +"'We hadna ridden half a mile before we saw the indunas and their +men, ten thousand if there was one, and terrible as an army with +banners. I speak feeguratively, for they hadna the scrap of a +flag among them. They were beating the war-drums, and the young +men were dancing with their big skin shields and wagging their +ostrich feathers, so I saw they were out for business. I'll no' +say but what my blood ran cold, but the Governor's eye got +brighter and his back stiffer. "Kings may be blest," I says to +myself, "but thou art glorious." + +"'We rode straight for the centre of the crowd, where the young +men were thickest and the big war-drums lay. As soon as they saw +us a dozen lifted their spears and ran out to meet us. But they +stopped after six steps. The sun glinted on the Governor's gold +lace and my lum hat, and no doubt they thought we were heathen +deities descended from the heavens. Down they went on their +faces, and then back like rabbits to the rest, while the drums +stopped, and the whole body awaited our coming in a silence like +the tomb. + +" Never a word we spoke, but just jogged on with our chins +cocked up till we were forenent the big drum, where yon old +scoundrel Umgazi was standing with his young men looking as black +as sin. For a moment their spears were shaking in their hands, +and I heard the click of a breech-bolt. If we had winked an eye +we would have become pincushions that instant. But some +unearthly power upheld us. Even the laddie kept a stiff face, +and for me I forgot my breeks in watching the Governor. He +looked as solemn as an archangel, and comes to a halt opposite +Umgazi, where he glowers at the old man for maybe three +minutes, while we formed up behind him. Their eyes fell before +his, and by-and-by their spears dropped to their sides. "The +father has come to his children," says he in their own tongue. +"What do the children seek from their father? + +"'Ye see the cleverness of the thing. The man's past folly came +to help him. The natives had never seen the Governor before till +they beheld him in gold lace and a cocked hat on a muckle horse, +speaking their own tongue and looking like a destroying angel. I +tell you the Labonga's knees were loosed under them. They +durstna speak a word until the Governor repeated the question in +the same quiet, steely voice. "You seek something," he said, +"else you had not come out to meet me in your numbers. The +father waits to hear the children's desires." + +"'Then Umgazi found his tongue and began an uneasy speech. The +mines, he said, truly enough, were the abode of devils, who +compelled the people to work under the ground. The crops were +unreaped and the buck went unspeared, because there were no young +men left to him. Their father had been away or asleep, they +thought, for no help had come from him; therefore it had seemed +good to them, being freemen and warriors, to seek help for +themselves. + +"'The Governor listened to it all with a set face. Then he +smiled at them with supernatural assurance. They were fools, he +said, and people of little wit, and he flung the better part of +the Book of Job at their heads. The Lord kens where the man got +his uncanny knowledge of the Labonga. He had all their heathen +customs by heart, and he played with them like a cat with a +mouse. He told then they were damned rascals to make such a +stramash, and damned fools to think they could frighten the white +man by their demonstrations. There was no brag about his words, +just a calm statement of fact. At the same time, he said, he had +no mind to let any one wrong his children, and if any wrong had +been done it should be righted. It was not meet, he said, that +the young men should be taken from the villages unless by their +own consent, though it was his desire that such young men as +could be spared should have a chance of earning an honest penny. +And then he fired at them some stuff about the British Empire and +the King, and you could sec the Labonga imbibing it like water. +The man in a cocked hat might have told them that the sky was +yellow, and they would have swallowed it. + +"'"I have spoken," he says at last, and there was a great +shout from the young men, and old Umgazi looked pretty foolish. +They were coming round our horses to touch our stirrups with +their noses, but the Governor stopped them. + +"'"My children will pile their weapons in front of me." says he, +" to show me how they have armed themselves, and likewise to +prove that their folly is at an end. All except a dozen," says +he, "whom I select as a bodyguard." And there and then he picked +twelve lusty savages for his guard, while the rest without a +cheep stacked their spears and guns forenent the big drum. + +"'Then he turned to us and spoke in English. "Get back to the +mines hell-for-leather, and tell them what's happening, and see +that you get up some kind of a show for to-morrow at noon. I +will bring the chiefs, and we'll feast them. Get all the bands +you can, and let them play me in. Tell the mines fellows to look +active for it's the chance of their lives. "Then he says to the +Labonga, "My men will return he says, "but as for me I will +spend the night with my children. Make ready food, but let no +beer be made, for it is a solemn occasion." + +"'And so we left him. I will not descrihe how I spent last night +mysel', but I have something to say about this remarkable +phenomenon. I could enlarge on the triumph of mind over matter. +.... + +"Mackay did not enlarge. He stopped, cocked his ears, and looked +down the road, from which came the strains of 'Annie Laurie,' +played with much spirit but grievously out of tune. Followed 'The +British Grenadiers,' and then an attempt at 'The March of the +Priests.' Mackay rose in excitement and began to crane his +disreputable neck, while the band--a fine scratch collection of +instruments--took up their stand at the end of the street, +flanked by a piper in khaki who performed when their breath +failed. Mackay chuckled with satisfaction. 'The deevils have +entered into the spirit of my instructions,' he said. 'In a wee +bit the place will be like Falkirk Tryst for din. + +"Punctually at twelve there came a great hullabaloo up the road, +the beating of drums and the yelling of natives, and presently +the procession hove in sight. There was Tommy on his horse, and +on each side of him six savages with feather head-dress, and +shields and war-paint complete. After him trooped about thirty +of the great chiefs, walking two by two, for all the world like +an Aldershot parade. They carried no arms, but the bodyguard +shook their spears, and let yells out of them that would have +scared Julius Caesar. Then the band started in, and the piper +blew up, and the mines people commenced to cheer, and I thought +the heavens would fall. Long before Tommy came abreast of me I +knew what I should see. His uniform looked as if it had been +slept in, and his orders were all awry. But he had his head +flung back, and his eyes very bright, and his jaw set square. He +never looked to right or left, never recognised me or anybody, +for he was seeing something quite different from the red road and +the white shanties and the hot sky." + +The fire had almost died out. Thirlstone stooped for a moment +and stirred the peats. + +"Yes," he said, "I knew that in his fool's ear the trumpets of +all Asia were ringing, and the King of Bokhara was entering +Samarkand." + + + +BABYLON + +(The Song of NEHEMIAH'S Workmen + +How many miles to Babylon? +'Three score and ten. +Can I get there by candle-light? +Yes, and back again. + + +We are come back from Babylon, +Out of the plains and the glare, +To the little hills of our own country +And the sting of our kindred air; +To the rickle of stones on the red rock's edge +Which Kedron cleaves like a sword. +We will build the walls of Zion again, +To the glory of Zion's lord. + +Now is no more of dalliance +By the reedy waters in spring, +When we sang of home, and sighed, and dreamed, +And wept on remembering. +Now we are back in our ancient hills +Out of the plains and the sun; +But before we make it a dwelling-place +There's a wonderful lot to be done. + +The walls are to build from west to east, +From Gihon to Olivet, +Waters to lead and wells to clear, +And the garden furrows to set. +From the Sheep Gate to the Fish Gate +Is a welter of mire and mess; +And southward over the common lands +'Tis a dragon's wilderness. + +The Courts of the Lord are a heap of dust +Where the hill winds whistle and race, +And the noble pillars of God His House +Stand in a ruined place +In the Holy of Holies foxes lair, +And owls and night-birds build. +There's a deal to do ere we patch it anew +As our father Solomon willed. + +Now is the day of the ordered life +And the law which all obey. +We toil by rote and speak by note +And never a soul dare stray. +Ever among us a lean old man +Keepeth his watch and ward, +Crying, "The Lord hath set you free: +Prepare ye the way of the Lord." + +A goodly task we are called unto, +A task to dream on o' nights, +--Work for Judah and Judah's God, +Setting our lands to rights; +Everything fair and all things square +And straight as a plummet string. +--Is it mortal guile, if once in a while +Our thoughts go wandering?... + +We were not slaves in Babylon, +For the gate of our souls lay free, +There in that vast and sunlit land +On the edges of mystery. +Daily we wrought and daily we thought, +And we chafed not at rod and power, +For Sinim, Ssabea, and dusky Hind +Talked to us hour by hour. + +The man who lives in Babylon +May poorly sup and fare, +But loves and lures from the ends of the earth +Beckon him everywhere. +Next year he too may have sailed strange seas +And conquered a diadem; +For kings are as common in Babylon +As crows in Bethlehem. + +Here we are bound to the common round +In a land which knows not change +Nothing befalleth to stir the blood +Or quicken the heart to range; +Never a hope that we cannot plumb +Or a stranger visage in sight,-- +At the most a sleek Samaritan +Or a ragged Amorite. + +Here we are sober and staid of soul, +Working beneath the law, +Settled amid our father's dust, +Seeing the hills they saw. +All things fixed and determinate, +Chiselled and squared by rule; +Is it mortal guile once in a while +To try and escape from school? + +We will go back to Babylon, +Silently one by one, +Out from the hills and the laggard brooks +To the streams that brim in the sun. +Only a moment, Lord, we crave, +To breathe and listen and see.-- +Then we start anew with muscle and thew +To hammer trestles for Thee. + + + +THE RIME OF TRUE THOMAS + +X + +THE TALE OF THE RESPECTABLE WHAUP AND THE GREAT GODLY MAN + + +This is a story that I heard from the King of the Numidians, who +with his tattered retinue encamps behind the peat-ricks. If you +ask me where and when it happened I fear that I am scarce ready +with an answer. But I will vouch my honour for its truth; and +if any one seek further proof, let him go east the town and west +the town and over the fields of No mans land to the Long Muir, +and if he find not the King there among the peat-ricks, and get +not a courteous answer to his question, then times have changed +in that part of the country, and he must continue the quest to +his Majesty's castle in Spain. + +Once upon a time, says the tale, there was a Great Godly Man, a +shepherd to trade, who lived in a cottage among heather. If you +looked east in the morning, you saw miles of moor running wide to +the flames of sunrise, and if you turned your eyes west in the +evening, you saw a great confusion of dim peaks with the dying +eye of the sun set in a crevice. If you looked north, too, in +the afternoon, when the life of the day is near its end and the +world grows wise, you might have seen a country of low hills and +haughlands with many waters running sweet among meadows. But if +you looked south in the dusty forenoon or at hot midday, you saw +the far-off glimmer of a white road, the roofs of the ugly little +clachan of Kilmaclavers, and the rigging of the fine new kirk of +Threepdaidle. It was a Sabbath afternoon in the hot weather, and +the man had been to kirk all the morning. He had heard a grand +sermon from the minister (or it may have been the priest, for I +am not sure of the date and the King told the story quickly)--a +fine discourse with fifteen heads and three parentheses. He held +all the parentheses and fourteen of the heads in his memory, but +he had forgotten the fifteenth; so for the purpose of +recollecting it, and also for the sake of a walk, he went forth +in the afternoon into the open heather. + +The whaups were crying everywhere, making the air hum like the +twanging of a bow. Poo-eelie, Poo-eelie, they cried, Kirlew, +Kirlew, Whaup, Wha-up. Sometimes they came low, all but brushing +him, till they drove settled thoughts from his head. Often had +he been on the moors, but never had he seen such a stramash among +the feathered clan. The wailing iteration vexed him, and he +shoo'd the birds away with his arms. But they seemed to mock him +and whistle in his very face, and at the flaff of their wings his +heart grew sore. He waved his great stick; he picked up bits of +loose moor-rock and flung them wildly; but the godless crew paid +never a grain of heed. The morning's sermon was still in his +head, and the grave words of the minister still rattled in his +ear, but he could get no comfort for this intolerable piping. At +last his patience failed him and he swore unchristian words. +"Deil rax the birds' thrapples," he cried. At this all the noise +was hushed and in a twinkling the moor was empty. Only one bird +was left, standing on tall legs before him with its head bowed +upon its breast, and its beak touching the heather. + +Then the man repented his words and stared at the thing in the +moss. "What bird are ye?" he asked thrawnly. + +"I am a Respectable Whaup," said the bird, "and I kenna why ye +have broken in on our family gathering. Once in a hundred years +we foregather for decent conversation, and here we are +interrupted by a muckle, sweerin' man." + +Now the shepherd was a fellow of great sagacity, yet he never +thought it a queer thing that he should be having talk in the +mid-moss with a bird. + +"What for were ye making siccan a din, then?" he asked. "D'ye no +ken ye were disturbing the afternoon of the holy Sabbath? + +The bird lifted its eyes and regarded him solemnly. "The Sabbath +is a day of rest and gladness," it said, "and is it no reasonable +that we should enjoy the like?" + +The shepherd shook his head, for the presumption staggered him. +"Ye little ken what ye speak of," he said. "The Sabbath is for +them that have the chance of salvation, and it has been decreed +that salvation is for Adam's race and no for the beasts that +perish." + +The whaup gave a whistle of scorn. "I have heard all that long +ago. In my great grandmother's time, which 'ill be a thousand +years and mair syne, there came a people from the south with +bright brass things on their heads and breasts and terrible +swords at their thighs. And with them were some lang gowned men +who kenned the stars and would come out o' nights to talk to the +deer and the corbies in their ain tongue. And one, I mind, +foregathered with my great-grandmother and told her that the +souls o' men flitted in the end to braw meadows where the gods +bide or gaed down to the black pit which they ca' Hell. But the +souls o' birds, he said, die wi' their bodies, and that's the end +o' them. Likewise in my mother's time, when there was a great +abbey down yonder by the Threepdaidle Burn which they called the +House of Kilmaclavers, the auld monks would walk out in the +evening to pick herbs for their distillings, and some were wise +and kenned the ways of bird and beast. They would crack often o' +nights with my ain family, and tell them that Christ had saved +the souls o' men, but that birds and beasts were perishable as +the dew o' heaven. And now ye have a black-gowned man in +Threepdaidle who threeps on the same overcome. Ye may a' ken +something o' your ain kitchen midden, but certes! ye ken little +o' the warld beyond it." + +Now this angered the man, and he rebuked the bird. "These are +great mysteries," he said, "which are no to be mentioned in the +ears of an unsanctified creature. What can a thing like you wi' +a lang neb and twae legs like stilts ken about the next warld?" + +"Weel, weel," said the whaup, "we'll let the matter be. +Everything to its ain trade, and I will not dispute with ye on +Metapheesics. But if ye ken something about the next warld, ye +ken terrible little about this." + +Now this angered the man still more, for he was a shepherd +reputed to have great skill in sheep and esteemed the nicest +judge of hogg and wether in all the countryside. "What ken ye +about that?" he asked. "Ye may gang east to Yetholm and west +to Kells, and no find a better herd." + +"If sheep were a'," said the bird, "ye micht be right; but what +o' the wide warld and the folk in it? Ye are Simon Etterick o' +the Lowe Moss. Do ye ken aucht o' your forebears?" + +"My father was a God-fearing man at the Kennelhead and my +grandfather and great grandfather afore him. One o' our name, +folk say, was shot at a dykeback by the Black Westeraw. " + +"If that's a'" said the bird, "ye ken little. Have ye never +heard o' the little man, the fourth back from yoursel', who +killed the Miller o' Bewcastle at the Lammas Fair? That was in +my ain time, and from my mother I have heard o' the Covenanter +who got a bullet in his wame hunkering behind the divot-dyke and +praying to his Maker. There were others of your name rode in the +Hermitage forays and turned Naworth and Warkworth and Castle Gay. +I have heard o' an Etterick. Sim o' the Redcleuch, who cut the +throat o' Jock Johnstone in his ain house by the Annan side. And +my grandmother had tales o' auld Ettericks who rade wi' Douglas +and the Bruce and the ancient Kings o' Scots; and she used to +tell o' others in her mother's time, terrible shockheaded men +hunting the deer and rinnin' on the high moors, and bidin' in the +broken stane biggings on the hill-taps. + +The shepherd stared, and he, too, saw the picture. He smelled +the air of battle and lust and foray, and forgot the Sabbath. + +"And you yoursel'," said the bird, "are sair fallen off from +the auld stock. Now ye sit and spell in books, and talk about +what ye little understand, when your fathers were roaming the +warld. But little cause have I to speak, for I too am a +downcome. My bill is two inches shorter than my mother's, and my +grandmother was taller on her feet. The warld is getting +weaklier things to dwell in it, even since I mind mysel'." + +"Ye have the gift o' speech; bird," said the man, "and I would +hear mair." You will perceive that he had no mind of the Sabbath +day or the fifteenth head of the forenoon's discourse. + +"What things have I to tell ye when ye dinna ken the very +horn-book o' knowledge? Besides, I am no clatter-vengeance to +tell stories in the middle o' the muir, where there are ears open +high and low. There's others than me wi mair experience and a +better skill at the telling. Our clan was well acquaint wi' the +reivers and lifters o' the muirs, and could crack fine o' wars +and the takin of cattle. But the blue hawk that lives in the +corrie o' the Dreichil can speak o' kelpies and the dwarfs that +bide in the hill. The heron, the lang solemn fellow, kens o' the +greenwood fairies and the wood elfins, and the wild geese that +squatter on the tap o' the Muneraw will croak to ye of the merry +maidens and the girls o' the pool. The wren--him that hops in +the grass below the birks--has the story of the Lost Ladies of +the Land, which is ower auld and sad for any but the wisest to +hear; and there is a wee bird bides in the heather-hill--lintie +men call him--who sings the Lay of the West Wind, and the Glee of +the Rowan Berries. But what am I talking of? What are these +things to you, if ye have not first heard True Thomas's Rime, +which is the beginning and end o' all things? + +"I have heard no rime" said the man, "save the sacred psalms o' +God's Kirk." + +"Bonny rimes" said the bird. "Once I flew by the hinder end o' +the Kirk and I keekit in. A wheen auld wives wi' mutches and a +wheen solemn men wi' hoasts! Be sure the Rime is no like yon." + +"Can ye sing it, bird?" said the man, "for I am keen to hear +it." + +"Me sing!" cried the bird, "me that has a voice like a craw! +Na, na, I canna sing it, but maybe I can tak ye where ye may hear +it. When I was young an auld bogblitter did the same to me, and +sae began my education. But are ye willing and brawly willing? +--for if ye get but a sough of it ye will never mair have an ear +for other music." + +"I am willing and brawly willing," said the man. + +"Then meet me at the Gled's Cleuch Head at the sun's setting," +said the bird, and it flew away. + +Now it seemed to the man that in a twinkling it was sunset, and +he found himself at the Gled's Cleuch Head with the bird flapping +in the heather before him. The place was a long rift in the +hill, made green with juniper and hazel, where it was said True +Thomas came to drink the water. + +"Turn ye to the west," said the whaup, "and let the sun fail on +your face; then turn ye five times round about and say after me +the Rune Of the Heather and the Dew." And before he knew the +man did as he was told, and found himself speaking strange +words, while his head hummed and danced as if in a fever. + +"Now lay ye down and put your ear to the earth," said the bird; +and the man did so. Instantly a cloud came over his brain, and +he did not feel the ground on which he lay or the keen hill-air +which blew about him. He felt himself falling deep into an abysm +of space, then suddenly caught up and set among the stars of +heaven. Then slowly from the stillness there welled forth music, +drop by drop like the clear falling of rain, and the man +shuddered for he knew that he heard the beginning of the Rime. + +High rose the air, and trembled among the tallest pines and the +summits of great hills. And in it were the sting of rain and the +blatter of hail, the soft crush of snow and the rattle of thunder +among crags. Then it quieted to the low sultry croon which told +of blazing midday when the streams are parched and the bent +crackles like dry tinder. Anon it was evening, and the melody +dwelled among the high soft notes which mean the coming of dark +and the green light of sunset. Then the whole changed to a great +paean which rang like an organ through the earth. There were +trumpet notes ill it and flute notes and the plaint of pipes. +"Come forth," it cried; "the sky is wide and it is a far cry to +the world's end. The fire crackles fine o' nights below the +firs, and the smell of roasting meat and wood smoke is dear to +the heart of man. Fine, too is the sting of salt and the rasp of +the north wind in the sheets. Come forth, one and all, unto the +great lands oversea, and the strange tongues and the hermit +peoples. Learn before you die to follow the Piper's Son, and +though your old bones bleach among grey rocks, what matter if you +have had your bellyful of life and come to your heart's desire?" +And the tune fell low and witching, bringing tears to the eyes +and joy to the heart; and the man knew (though no one told him) +that this was the first part of the Rime, the Song of the Open +Road, the Lilt of the Adventurer, which shall be now and ever and +to the end of days. + +Then the melody changed to a fiercer and sadder note. He saw his +forefathers, gaunt men and terrible, run stark among woody hills. +He heard the talk of the bronze-clad invader, and the jar and +clangour as stone met steel. Then rose the last coronach of his +own people, hiding in wild glens, starving in corries, or going +hopelessly to the death. He heard the cry of the Border foray, +the shouts of the famished Scots as they harried Cumberland, and +he himself rode in the midst of them. Then the tune fell more +mournful and slow, and Flodden lay before him. He saw the flower +of the Scots gentry around their King, gashed to the breast-bone, +still fronting the lines of the south, though the paleness of +death sat on each forehead. "The flowers of the Forest are +gone," cried the lilt, and through the long years he heard the +cry of the lost, the desperate, fighting for kings over the water +and princes in the heather. "Who cares?" cried the air. "Man +must die, and how can he die better than in the stress of fight +with his heart high and alien blood on his sword? Heigh-ho! +One against twenty, a child against a host, this is the romance +of life." And the man's heart swelled, for he knew (though no +one told him) that this was the Song of Lost Battles which only +the great can sing before they die. + +But the tune was changing, and at the change the man shivered +for the air ran up to the high notes and then down to the deeps +with an eldrich cry, like a hawk's scream at night, or a witch's +song in the gloaming. It told of those who seek and never find, +the quest that knows no fulfilment. "There is a road," it cried, +"which leads to the Moon and the Great Waters. No changehouse +cheers it, and it has no end; but it is a fine road, a braw +road--who will follow it?" And the man knew (though no one told +him) that this was the Ballad of Grey Weather, which makes him +who hears it sick all the days of his life for something which he +cannot name. It is the song which the birds sing on the moor in +the autumn nights, and the old crow on the treetop hears and +flaps his wing. It is the lilt which men and women hear in the +darkening of their days, and sigh for the unforgettable; and +love-sick girls get catches of it and play pranks with their +lovers. It is a song so old that Adam heard it in the Garden +before Eve came to comfort him, so young that from it still flows +the whole joy and sorrow of earth. + +Then it ceased, and all of a sudden the man was rubbing his eyes +on the hillside, and watching the falling dusk. "I have heard +the Rime," he said to himself, and he walked home in a daze. The +whaups were crying, but none came near him, though he looked hard +for the bird that had spoken with him. It may be that it was +there and he did not know it, or it may be that the whole thing +was only a dream; but of this I cannot say. + +The next morning the man rose and went to the manse. + +"I am glad to see you, Simon," said the minister, "for it will +soon be the Communion Season, and it is your duty to go round +with the tokens." + +"True," said the man, "but it was another thing I came to talk +about," and he told him the whole tale. + +"There are but two ways of it, Simon," said the minister. "Either +ye are the victim of witchcraft, or ye are a self-deluded man. +If the former (whilk I am loth to believe), then it behoves ye to +watch and pray lest ye enter into temptation. If the latter, +then ye maun put a strict watch over a vagrant fancy, and ye'll +be quit o' siccan whigmaleeries." + +Now Simon was not listening but staring out of the window. +"There was another thing I had it in my mind to say," said he. +"I have come to lift my lines, for I am thinking of leaving the +place." + +"And where would ye go?" asked the minister, aghast. + +"I was thinking of going to Carlisle and trying my luck as a +dealer, or maybe pushing on with droves to the South." + +"But that's a cauld country where there are no faithfu' +ministrations," said the minister. + +"Maybe so, but I am not caring very muckle about ministrations," +said the man, and the other looked after him in horror. + +When he left the manse he went to a Wise Woman, who lived on the +left side of the kirkyard above Threepdaidle burn-foot. She was +very old, and sat by the ingle day and night, waiting upon death. +To her he told the same tale. + +She listened gravely, nodding with her head. "Ach," she said, "I +have heard a like story before. And where will you be going?" + +"I am going south to Carlisle to try the dealing and droving" +said the man, "for I have some skill of sheep." + +"And will ye bide there?" she asked. + +"Maybe aye, and maybe no," he said. "I had half a mind to push +on to the big toun or even to the abroad. A man must try his +fortune." + +"That's the way of men," said the old wife. "I, too, have heard +the Rime, and many women who now sit decently spinning in +Kilmaclavers have heard it. But woman may hear it and lay it up +in her soul and bide at hame, while a man, if he get but a glisk +of it in his fool's heart, must needs up and awa' to the warld's +end on some daft-like ploy. But gang your ways and fare-ye-weel. +My cousin Francie heard it, and he went north wi' a white +cockade in his bonnet and a sword at his side, singing 'Charlie's +come hame'. And Tam Crichtoun o' the Bourhopehead got a sough o' +it one simmers' morning, and the last we heard o' Tam he was +fechting like a deil among the Frenchmen. Once I heard a +tinkler play a sprig of it on the pipes, and a' the lads were +wud to follow him. Gang your ways for I am near the end o' +mine." + +And the old wife shook with her coughing. So the man put up his +belongings in a pack on his back and went whistling down the +Great South Road. + +Whether or not this tale have a moral it is not for me to say. +The King (who told it me) said that it had, and quoted a scrap of +Latin, for he had been at Oxford in his youth before he fell heir +to his kingdom. One may hear tunes from the Rime, said he, in +the thick of a storm on the scarp of a rough hill, in the soft +June weather, or in the sunset silence of a winter's night. But +let none, he added, pray to have the full music; for it will +make him who hears it a footsore traveller in the ways o' the +world and a masterless man till death. + + + + + +End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Moon Endureth by Buchan + diff --git a/old/ndrth10.zip b/old/ndrth10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..045810b --- /dev/null +++ b/old/ndrth10.zip |