CHAPTER IV
THE VISION
Was it swoon or sleep?
At least it seemed to Owen that presently once again he was gazing
into the dense intolerable blackness of the night. Then a marvel came
to pass, for the blackness opened, or rather on it, framed and
surrounded by it, there appeared a vision. It was the vision of a
native town, having a great bare space in the centre of it encircled
by hundreds or thousands of huts. But there was no one stirring about
the huts, for it was night--not this his night of trial indeed, since
now the sky was strewn with innumerable stars. Everything was silent
about that town, save that now and again a dog barked or a fretful
child wailed within a hut, or the sentries as they passed saluted each
other in the name of the king.
Among all those hundreds of huts, to Owen it seemed that his attention
was directed to one which stood apart surrounded with a fence. Now the
interior of the hut opened itself to him. It was not lighted, yet with
his spirit sense he could see its every detail: the polished floor,
the skin rugs, the beer gourds, the shields and spears, the roof-tree
of red wood, and the dried lizard hanging from the thatch, a charm to
ward off evil. In this hut, seated face to face halfway between the
centre-post and the door-hole, were two men. The darkness was deep
about them, and they whispered to each other through it; but in his
dream this was no bar to Owen's sight. He could discern their faces
clearly.
One of them was that of a man of about thirty-five years of age. In
stature he was almost a giant. He wore a kaross of leopard skins, and
on his wrists and ankles were rings of ivory, the royal ornaments. His
face was fierce and powerful; his eyes, which were set far apart,
rolled so much that at times they seemed all white; and his fingers
played nervously with the handle of a spear that he carried in his
right hand. His companion was of a different stamp; a person of more
than fifty years, he was tall and spare in figure, with delicately
shaped hands and feet. His hair and little beard were tinged with
grey, his face was strikingly handsome, nervous and expressive, and
his forehead both broad and high. But more remarkable still were his
eyes, which shone with a piercing brightness, almost grey in colour,
steady as the flame of a well-trimmed lamp, and so cold that they
might have been precious stones set in the head of a statue.
"Must I then put your thoughts in words?" said this man in a clear
quick whisper. "Well, so be it; for I weary of sitting here in the
dark waiting for water that will not flow. Listen, Prince; you come to
talk to me of the death of a king--is it not so? Nay do not start. Why
are you affrighted when you hear upon the lips of another the plot
that these many months has been familiar to your breast?"
"Truly, Hokosa, you are the best of wizards, or the worst," answered
the great man huskily. "Yet this once you are mistaken," he added with
a change of voice. "I came but to ask you for a charm to turn my
father's heart----"
"To dust? Prince, if I am mistaken, why am I the best of wizards, or
the worst, and why did your jaw drop and your face change at my words,
and why do you even now touch your dry lips with your tongue? Yes, I
know that it is dark here, yet some can see in it, and I am one of
them. Ay, Prince, and I can see your mind also. You would be rid of
your father: he has lived too long. Moreover his love turns to
Nodwengo, the good and gentle; and perhaps--who can say?--it is even
in his thought, when all his regiments are about him two days hence,
to declare that you, Prince, are deposed, and that your brother,
Nodwengo, shall be king in your stead. Now, Nodwengo you cannot kill;
he is too well loved and too well guarded. If he died suddenly, his
dead lips would call out 'Murder!' in the ears of all men; and,
Prince, all eyes would turn to you, who alone could profit by his end.
But if the king should chance to die--why he is old, is he not? and
such things happen to the old. Also he grows feeble, and will not
suffer the regiments to be doctored for war, although day by day they
clamour to be led to battle; for he seeks to end his years in peace."
"I say that you speak folly," answered the prince with vehemence.
"Then, Son of the Great One, why should you waste time in listening to
me? Farewell, Hafela the Prince, first-born of the king, who in a day
to come shall carry the shield of Nodwengo; for he is good and gentle,
and will spare your life--if I beg it of him."
Hafela stretched out his hand through the darkness, and caught Hokosa
by the wrist.
"Stay," he whispered, "it is true. The king must die; for if he does
not die within three days, I shall cease to be his heir. I know it
through my spies. He is angry with me; he hates me, and he loves
Nodwengo and the mother of Nodwengo. But if he dies before the last
day of the festival, then that decree will never pass his lips, and
the regiments will never roar out the name of Nodwengo as the name of
the king to come. He must die, I tell you, Hokosa, and--by your hand."
"By /my/ hand, Prince! Nay; what have you to offer me in return for
such a deed as this? Have I not grown up in Umsuka's shadow, and shall
I cut down the tree that shades me?"
"What have I to offer you? This: that next to myself you shall be the
greatest in the land, Hokosa."
"That I am already, and whoever rules it, that I must always be. I,
who am the chief of wizards; I, the reader of men's hearts; I, the
hearer of men's thoughts! I, the lord of the air and the lightning; I,
the invulnerable. If you would murder, Prince, then do the deed; do it
knowing that I have your secret, and that henceforth you who rule
shall be my servant. Nay, you forget that I can see in the dark; lay
down that assegai, or, by my spirit, prince as you are, I will blast
you with a spell, and your body shall be thrown to the kites, as that
of one who would murder his king and father!"
The prince heard and shook, his cheeks sank in, the muscles of his
great form seemed to collapse, and he grovelled on the floor of the
hut.
"I know your magic," he groaned; "use it for me, not against me! What
is there that I can offer you, who have everything except the throne,
whereon you cannot sit, seeing that you are not of the blood-royal?"
"Think," said Hokosa.
For a while the prince thought, till presently his form straightened
itself, and with a quick movement he lifted up his head.
"Is it, perchance, my affianced wife?" he whispered; "the lady Noma,
whom I love, and who, according to our custom, I shall wed as the
queen to be after the feast of first-fruits? Oh! say it not, Hokosa."
"I say it," answered the wizard. "Listen, Prince. The lady Noma is the
only child of my blood-brother, my friend, with whom I was brought up,
he who was slain at my side in the great war with the tribes of the
north. She was my ward: she was more; for through her--ah! you know
not how--I held my converse with the things of earth and air, the very
spirits that watch us now in this darkness, Hafela. Thus it happened,
that before ever she was a woman, her mind grew greater than the mind
of any other woman, and her thought became my thought, and my thought
became her thought, for I and no other am her master. Still I waited
to wed her till she was fully grown; and while I waited I went upon an
embassy to the northern tribes. Then it was that you saw the maid in
visiting at my kraal, and her beauty and her wit took hold of you; and
in the council of the king, as you have a right to do, you named her
as your head wife, the queen to be.
"The king heard and bowed his head; he sent and took her, and placed
her in the House of the Royal Women, there to abide till this feast of
the first-fruits, when she shall be given to you in marriage. Yes, he
sent her to that guarded house wherein not even I may set my foot.
Although I was afar, her spirit warned me, and I returned, but too
late; for she was sealed to you of the blood-royal, and that is a law
which may not be broken.
"Hafela, I prayed you to return her to me, and you mocked me. I would
have brought you to your death, but it could not have availed me: for
then, by that same law, which may not be broken, she who was sealed to
you must die with you; and though thereafter her spirit would sit with
me till I died also, it was not enough, since I who have conquered
all, yet cannot conquer the fire that wastes my heart, nor cease to
long by night and day for a woman who is lost to me. Then it was,
Hafela, that I plotted vengeance against you. I threw my spell over
the mind of the king, till he learnt to hate you and your evil deeds;
and I, even I, have brought it about that your brother should be
preferred before you, and that you shall be the servant in his house.
This is the price that you must pay for her of whom you have robbed
me; and by my spirit and her spirit you shall pay! Yet listen. Hand
back the girl, as you may do--for she is not yet your wife--and choose
another for your queen, and I will undo all that I have done, and I
will find you a means, Hafela, to carry out your will. Ay, before six
suns have set, the regiments rushing past you shall hail you King of
the Nation of the Amasuka, Lord of the ancient House of Fire!"
"I cannot," groaned the prince; "death were better than this!"
"Ay, death were better; but you shall not die, you shall live a
servant, and your name shall become a mockery, a name for women to
make rhymes on."
Now the prince sprang up.
"Take her!" he hissed; "take her! you, who are an evil ghost; you,
beneath whose eyes children wail, and at whose passing the hairs on
the backs of hounds stand up! Take her, priest of death and ill; but
take my curse with her! Ah! I also can prophecy; and I tell you that
this woman whom you have taught, this witch of many spells, whose
glance can shrivel the hearts of men, shall give you to drink of your
own medicine; ay, she shall dog you to the death, and mock you while
you perish by an end of shame!"
"What," laughed the wizard, "have I a rival in my own arts? Nay,
Hafela, if you would learn the trade, pay me well and I will give you
lessons. Yet I counsel you not; for you are flesh, nothing but flesh,
and he who would rule the air must cultivate the spirit. Why, I tell
you, Prince, that even the love for her who is my heart, the lady whom
we both would wed, partaking of the flesh as, alas! it does, has cost
me half my powers. Now let us cease from empty scoldings, and strike
our bargain.
"Listen. On the last day of the feast, when all the regiments are
gathered to salute the king there in his Great Place according to
custom, you shall stand forth before the king and renounce Noma, and
she shall pass back to the care of my household. You yourself shall
bring her to where I stand, and as I take her from you I will put into
your hand a certain powder. Then you shall return to the side of the
king, and after our fashion shall give him to drink the bowl of the
first-fruits; but as you stir the beer, you will let fall into it that
powder which I have given you. The king will drink, and what he leaves
undrunk you will throw out upon the dust.
"Now he will rise to give out to the people his royal decree, whereby,
Prince, you are to be deposed from your place as heir, and your
brother, Nodwengo, is to be set in your seat. But of that decree never
a word shall pass his lips; if it does, recall your saying and take
back the lady Noma from where she stands beside me. I tell you that
never a word will pass his lips; for even as he rises a stroke shall
take him, such a stroke as often falls upon the fat and aged, and he
will sink to the ground snoring through his nostrils. For a while
thereafter--it may be six hours, it may be twelve--he shall lie
insensible, and then a cry will arise that the king is dead!"
"Ay," said Hafela, "and that I have poisoned him!"
"Why, Prince? Few know what is in your father's mind, and with those,
being king, you will be able to deal. Also this is the virtue of the
poison which I choose, that it is swift, yet the symptoms of it are
the symptoms of a natural sickness. But that your safety and mine may
be assured, I have made yet another plan, though of this there will be
little need. You were present two days since when a runner came from
the white man who sojourns beyond our border, he who seeks to teach
us, the Children of Fire, a new faith, and gives out that he is the
messenger of the King of heaven. This runner asked leave for the white
man to visit the Great Place, and, speaking in the king's name, I gave
him leave. But I warned his servant that if his master came, a sign
should be required of him to show that he was a true man, and had of
the wisdom of the King of Heaven; and that if he failed therein, then
that he should die as that white liar died who visited us in bygone
years.
"Now I have so ordered that this white man, passing through the Valley
of Death yonder, shall reach the Great Place not long before the king
drinks of the cup of the first-fruits. Then if any think that
something out of nature has happened to the king, they will surely
think also that this strange prayer-doctor has wrought the evil. Then
also I will call for a sign from the white man, praying of him to
recover the king of his sickness; and when he fails, he shall be slain
as a worker of spells and the false prophet of a false god, and so we
shall be rid of him and his new faith, and you shall be cleared of
doubt. Is not the plan good, Prince?"
"It is very good, Hokosa--save for one thing only."
"For what thing?"
"This: the white man who is named Messenger might chance to be a true
prophet of a true God, and to recover the king."
"Oho, let him do it, if he can; but to do it, first he must know the
poison and its antidote. There is but one, and it is known to me only
of all men in this land. When he has done that, then I, yes, even I,
Hokosa, will begin to inquire concerning this God of his, who shows
Himself so mighty in person of His messenger." And he laughed low and
scornfully.
"Prince, farewell! I go forth alone, whither you dare not follow at
this hour, to seek that which we shall need. One word--think not to
play me false, or to cheat me of my price; for whate'er betides, be
sure of this, that hour shall be the hour of your dooming. Hail to
you, Son of the King! Hail! and farewell." Then, removing the door-
board, the wizard passed from the hut and was gone.
*****
The vision changed. Now there appeared a valley walled in on either
side with sloping cliffs of granite; a desolate place, sandy and, save
for a single spring, without water, strewn with boulders of rock, some
of them piled fantastically one upon the other. At a certain spot this
valley widened out, and in the mouth of the space thus formed, midway
between the curved lines of the receding cliffs, stood a little hill
or koppie, also built up of boulders. It was a place of death; for all
around the hill, and piled in hundreds between the crevices of its
stones, lay the white bones of men.
Nor was this all. Its summit was flat, and in the midst of it stood a
huge tree. Even had it not been for the fruit which hung from its
branches, the aspect of that tree must have struck the beholder as
uncanny, even as horrible. The bark on its great bole was leprous
white; and from its gaunt and spreading rungs rose branches that
subdivided themselves again and again, till at last they terminated in
round green fingers, springing from grey, flat slabs of bark, in shape
not unlike that of a human palm. Indeed, from a little distance this
tree, especially if viewed by moonlight, had the appearance of bearing
on it hundreds or thousands of the arms and hands of men, all of them
stretched imploringly to Heaven.
Well might they seem to do so, seeing that to its naked limbs hung the
bodies of at least twenty human beings who had suffered death by order
of the king or his captains, or by the decree of the company of
wizards, whereof Hokosa was the chief. There on the Hill of Death
stood the Tree of Death; and that in its dank shade, or piled upon the
ground beneath it, hung and lay the pitiful remnants of the multitudes
who for generations had been led thither to their doom.
Now, in Owen's vision a man was seen approaching by the little pathway
that ran up the side of the mount--the Road of Lost Footsteps it was
called. It was Hokosa the wizard. Outside the circle of the tree he
halted, and drawing a tanned skin from a bundle of medicines which he
carried, he tied it about his mouth; for the very smell of that tree
is poisonous and must not be suffered to reach the lungs.
Presently he was under the branches, where once again he halted; this
time it was to gaze at the body of an old man which swung to and fro
in the night breeze.
"Ah! friend," he muttered, "we strove for many years, but it seems
that I have conquered at the last. Well, it is just; for if you could
have had your way, your end would have been my end."
Then very leisurely, as one who is sure that he will not be
interrupted, Hokosa began to climb the tree, till at length some of
the green fingers were within his reach. Resting his back against a
bough, one by one he broke off several of them, and averting his face
so that the fumes of it might not reach him, he caused the thick milk-
white juice that they contained to trickle into the mouth of a little
gourd which was hung about his neck by a string. When he had collected
enough of the poison and carefully corked the gourd with a plug of
wood, he descended the tree again. At the great fork where the main
branches sprang from the trunk, he stood a while contemplating a
creeping plant which ran up them. It was a plant of naked stem, like
the tree it grew upon; and, also like the tree, its leaves consisted
of bunches of green spikes having a milky juice.
"Strange," he said aloud, "that Nature should set the bane and the
antidote side by side, the one twined about the other. Well, so it is
in everything; yes, even in the heart of man. Shall I gather some of
this juice also? No; for then I might repent and save him, remembering
that he has loved me, and thus lose her I seek, her whom I must win
back or be withered. Let the messenger of the King of Heaven save him,
if he can. This tree lies on his path; perchance he may prevail upon
its dead to tell him of the bane and of the antidote." And once more
the wizard laughed mockingly.
*****
The vision passed. At this moment Thomas Owen, recovering from his
swoon, lifted his head from the window-place. The night before him was
as black as it had been, and behind him the little American clock was
still striking the hour of midnight. Therefore he could not have
remained insensible for longer than a few seconds.
A few seconds, yet how much he had seen in them. Truly his want of
faith had been reproved--truly he also had been "warned of God in a
dream,"--truly "his ears had been opened and his instruction sealed."
His soul had been "kept back from the pit," and his life from
"perishing by the sword"; and the way of the wicked had been made
clear to him "in a dream, in a vision of the night when deep sleep
falleth upon men."
Not for nothing had he endured that agony, and not for nothing had he
struggled in the grip of doubt.
