CHAPTER XI
THE HALL OF THE DEAD
Alan rose and stretched himself, and hearing him, Jeekie, who had a
dog's faculty of instantly awaking from what seemed to be the deepest
sleep, sat up also.
"You rest well, Major? No dream, eh?" he asked curiously.
"Not very," answered Alan, "and I had a dream, of a woman who stood
over me and vanished away, as dreams do."
"Ah!" said Jeekie. "But where you find that new ring on finger,
Major?"
Alan stared at his hand and started, for there set on it above that of
Barbara, was the little circlet formed of twisted snakes which he had
seen in his sleep.
"Then it must have been true," he said in a low and rather frightened
voice. "But how did she come and go?"
"Funny place, Gold House. I tell you that yesterday, Major. People
come up through hole, like rat. Never quite sure you alone in Gold
House. But what this lady like?"
Alan described his visitor to the best of his ability.
"Ah!" said Jeekie, "pretty girl. Big eyes, gold crown, gold stays
which fit tight in front, very nice and decent; sort of night-shirt
with little gold stars all over--by Jingo! I think that Asika herself.
If so--great compliment."
"Confound the compliment, I think it great cheek," answered Alan
angrily. "What does she mean by poking about here at night and putting
rings on my finger?"
"Don't know, Major, but p'raps she wish make you understand that she
like cut of your jib. Find out by and by. Meanwhile you wear ring, for
while that on finger no one do you any harm."
"You told me that this Asika is a married woman, did you not?"
remarked Alan gloomily.
"Oh, yes, Major, always married; one down, other come on, you see. But
she not always like her husband, and then she make him sit up, poor
devil, and he die double quick. Great honour to be Asika's husband,
but soon all finished. P'raps----"
Then he checked himself and suggested that Alan should have a bath
while he cleaned his clothes, an attention that they needed.
Scarcely had Alan finished his toilet, donned the Arab-looking linen
robe over his own fragmentary flannels, and above it the hateful mask
which Jeekie insisted he must wear, when there came a knocking on the
door. Motioning to Alan to take his seat upon a stool, Jeekie undid
the bars, and as before women appeared with food and waited while they
ate, which this time, having overcome his nervousness, Alan did more
leisurely. Their meal done, one of the women asked Jeekie, for to his
master they did not seem to dare to speak, whether the white lord did
not wish to walk in the garden. Without waiting for an answer she led
him to the end of the large room and, unbarring another door that they
had not noticed, revealed a passage, beyond which appeared trees and
flowers. Then she and her companions went away with the fragments of
the meal.
"Come on," said Alan, taking up the box containing Little Bonsa, which
he did not dare to leave behind, "and let us get into the air."
So they went down the passage and at the end of it through gates of
copper or gold, they knew not which, that had evidently been left open
for them, into the garden. It was a large place, a good many acres in
extent indeed, and kept with some care, for there were paths in it and
flowers that seemed to have been planted. Also here grew certain of
the mighty cedar trees that they had seen from far off, beneath those
spreading boughs twilight reigned, while beyond, not more than half a
mile away, the splendid river-fall thundered down the precipice. For
the rest they could find no exit to that garden which on one side was
enclosed by a sheer cliff of living rock, and on the others with steep
stone walls beyond which ran a torrent, and by the buildings of the
Gold House itself.
For a while they walked up and down the rough paths, till at last
Jeekie, wearying of this occupation, remarked:
"Melancholy hole this, Major. Remind me of Westminster Abbey in London
fog, where your uncle of blessed mem'ry often take me pray and look at
fusty tomb of king. S'pose we go back Gold House and see what happen.
Anything better than stand about under cursed old cedar tree."
"All right," said Alan, who through the eyeholes of his mask had been
studying the walls to seek a spot in them that could be climbed if
necessary, and found none.
So they returned to the room, which had been swept and garnished in
their absence. No sooner had they entered it than the door opened and
through it came long lines of Asiki priests, each of whom staggered
beneath the weight of a hide bag that he bore upon his shoulder, which
bags they piled up about the stone altar. Then, as though at some
signal, each priest opened the mouth of his bag and Alan saw that they
wee filled with gold, gold in dust, gold in nuggets, gold in vessels
perfect or broken; more gold than Alan had ever seen before.
"Why do they bring all this stuff here?" he asked, and Jeekie
translated his question.
"It is an offering to the lord of Little Bonsa," answered the head
priest, bowing, "a gift from the Asika. The heaven-born white man sent
word by his Ogula messengers that he desired gold. Here is the gold
that he desired."
Alan stared at the treasure, which after all was what he had come to
seek. If only he had it safe in England, he would be a rich man and
his troubles ended. But how could he get it to England? Here it was
worthless as mud.
"I thank the Asika," he said. "I ask for porters to bear her gift back
to my own country, since it is too heavy for me and my servant to
carry alone."
At these words the priest smiled a little, then said that the Asika
desired to see the white lord and to receive from him Little Bonsa in
return for the gold, and that he could proffer his request to her.
"Good," replied Alan, "lead me to the Asika."
Then they started, Alan bearing the box containing Little Bonsa, and
Jeekie following after him. They went down passages and through sundry
doors till at length they came to a long and narrow hall that seemed
to be lined with plates of gold. At the end of this hall was a large
chair of black wood and ivory placed upon a dais, and sitting in this
chair with the light pouring on her from some opening above, was the
woman of Alan's dream, beautiful to look on in her crown and
glittering garments. Upon a stool at the foot of the dais sat a man, a
handsome and melancholy man. His hair was tied behind his head in a
pigtail and gilded, his face was painted red, white and yellow; he
wore ropes of bright-coloured stones about his neck, middle, arms and
ankles, and held a kind of sceptre in his hand.
"Who is that creature?" asked Alan over his shoulder to Jeekie. "The
Court fool?"
"That husband of Asika, Major. He not fool, very big gun, but look a
little low now because his time soon up. Come on, Major, Asika beckon
us. Get on stomach and crawl; that custom here," he added, going down
on to his hands and knees, as did all the priests who followed them.
"I'll see her hanged first," answered Alan in English.
Then accompanied by the creeping Jeekie and the train of prostrate
priests, he marched up the long hall to the edge of the dais and there
stood still and bowed to the woman in the chair.
"Greeting, white man," she said in a low voice when she had studied
him for a while. "Do you understand my tongue?"
"A little," he answered in Asiki, "moreover, my servant here knows it
well and can translate."
"I am glad," she said. "Tell me then, in your country do not people go
on to their knees before their queen, and if not, how do they greet
her?"
"No," answered Alan with the help of Jeekie. "They greet her by
raising their head-dress or kissing her hand."
"Ah!" she said. "Well, you have no head-dress, so kiss /my/ hand," and
she stretched it out towards him, at the same time prodding the man
whom Jackie had said was her husband, in the back with her foot,
apparently to make him get out of the way.
Not knowing what to do, Alan stepped on to the dais, the painted man
scowling at him as he passed. Then he halted and said:
"How can I kiss your hand through this mask, Asika?"
"True," she answered, then considered a little and added, "White man,
you have brought back Little Bonsa, have you not, Little Bonsa who ran
away with you a great many years ago?"
"I have," he said, ignoring the rest of the question.
"Your messengers said that you required a present of gold in return
for Little Bonsa. I have sent you one, is it sufficient? If not, you
can have more."
"I cannot say, O Asika, I have not examined it. But I thank you for
the present and desire porters to enable me to carry it away."
"You desire porters," she repeated meditatively. "We will talk of that
when you have rested here a moon or two. Meanwhile, give me Little
Bonsa that she may be restored to her own place."
Alan opened the tin box and lifting out the fetish, gave it to the
priestess, who took it and with a serpentine movement of extraordinary
grace glided from her chair on to her knees, holding the mask above
her head in both hands, then thrice covered her face with it. This
done, she called to the priests, bidding them take Little Bonsa to her
own place and give notice throughout the land that she was back again.
She added that the ancient Feast of Little Bonsa would be held on the
night of the full moon within three days, and that all preparations
must be made for it as she had commanded.
Then the head medicine-man, raising himself upon his knees, crept on
to the dais, took the fetish from her hands, and breaking into a wild
song of triumph, he and his companions crawled down the hall and
vanished through the door, leaving them alone save for the Asika's
husband.
When they had gone the Asika looked at this man in a reflective way,
and Alan looked at him also through the eyeholes of his mask, finding
him well worth studying. As has been said, notwithstanding his paint
and grotesque decorations, he was very good-looking for a native, with
well-cut features of an Arab type. Also he was tall and muscular and
not more than thirty years of age. What struck Alan most, however, was
none of these things, nor his jewelled chains, nor even his gilded
pigtail, but his eyes, which were full of terrors. Seeing them, Alan
remembered Jeekie's story, which he had told to Mr. Haswell's guests
at The Court, of how the husband of the Asika was driven mad by
ghosts.
Just then she spoke to the man, addressing him by name and saying:
"Leave us alone, Mungana, I wish to speak with this white lord."
He did not seem to hear her words, but continued to stare at Alan.
"Hearken!" she exclaimed in a voice of ice. "Do my bidding and begone,
or you shall sleep alone to-night in a certain chamber that you know
of."
Then Mungana rose, looked at her as a dog sometimes does at a cruel
master who is about to beat it, yes, with just that same expression,
put his hands before his eyes for a little while, and turning, left
the hall by a side door which closed behind him. The Asika watched him
go, laughed musically and said:
"It is a very dull thing to be married,--but how are you named, white
man?"
"Vernon," he answered.
"Vernoon, Vernoon," she repeated, for she could not pronounce the O
was we do. "Are you married, Vernoon?"
He shook his head.
"Have you been married?"
"No," he answered, "never, but I am going to be."
"Yes," she repeated, "you are going to be. You remember that you were
near to it many years ago, when Little Bonsa got jealous and ran away
with you. Well, she won't do that again, for doubtless she is tired of
you now, and besides," she added with a flash of ferocity, "I'd melt
her with fire first and set her spirit free."
While Jeekie was trying to explain this mysterious speech to Alan, the
Asika broke in, asking:
"Do you always want to wear that mask?"
He answered, "Certainly not," whereon she bade Jeekie take it off,
which he did.
"Understand me," she said, fixing her great languid eyes upon his in a
fashion that made him exceedingly uncomfortable, "understand, Vernoon,
that if you go out anywhere, it must be in your mask, which you can
only put off when you are alone with me?"
"Why?"
"Because, Vernoon, I do not choose that any other woman should see
your face. If a woman looks upon your uncovered face, remember that
she dies--not nicely."
Alan stared at her blankly, being unable to find appropriate Asiki
words in which to reply to this threat. But the Asika only leaned back
in her chair and laughed at his evident confusion and dismay, till a
new thought struck her.
"Your lips are free now," she said; "kiss my hand after the fashion of
your own country," and she stretched it out to Alan, leaving him no
choice but to obey her.
"Why," she went on mischievously, taking his hand and in turn touching
it with her red lips, "why, are you a thief, Vernoon? That ring was
mine and you have stolen it. How did you steal that ring?"
"I don't know," he answered, through Jeekie, "I found it on my finger.
I cannot understand how it came there. I understand nothing of all
this talk."
"Well, well, keep it, Vernoon, only give me that other ring of yours
in exchange."
"I cannot," he replied, colouring. "I promised to wear it always."
"Whom did you promise?" she asked with a flash of rage. "Was it a
woman? Nay, I see, it is a man's ring, and that is well, for otherwise
I would bring a curse on her, however far off she may be dwelling. Say
no more and forgive my anger. A vow is a vow--keep your ring. But
where is that one you used to wear in bygone days? I recall that it
had a cross upon it, not this star and figure of an eagle."
Now Alan remembered that his uncle owned such a ring with a cross upon
it, and was frightened, for how did this woman know these things?
"Jeekie," he said, "ask the Asika if I am mad, or if she is. How can
she know what I used to wear, seeing that I was never in this place
till yesterday, and certainly I have not met her anywhere else."
"She mean when you your reverend uncle," said Jeekie, wagging his
great head, "she think you identical man."
"What troubles you, Vernoon," the Asika asked softly, then added
anything but softly to Jeekie, "Translate, you dog, and be swift."
So Jeekie translated in a great hurry, telling her what Alan had said,
and adding on his own account that he, silly white man that he was,
could not understand how, as she was quite a young woman, she could
have seen him before she was born. If that were so, she would be old
and ugly now, not beautiful as she was.
"I never saw you before, and you never saw me, Lady, yet you talk as
though we had been friends," broke in Alan in his halting Asiki.
"So we were in the spirit, Vernoon. It was she who went before me who
loved that white man whose face was as your face is, but her ghost
lives on in me and tells me the tale. There have been many Asikas, for
thousands of years they have ruled in this land, yet but one spirit
belongs to them all; it is the string upon which the beads of their
lives are threaded. White man, I, whom you think young, know
everything back to the beginning of the world, back to the time when I
was a monkey woman sitting in those cedar trees, and if you wish, I
can tell it you."
"I should like to hear it very much indeed," answered Alan, when he
had mastered her meaning, "though it is strange that none of the rest
of us remember such things. Meanwhile, O Asika, I will tell you that I
desire to return to my own land, taking with me that gift of gold that
you have given me. When will it please you to allow me to return?"
"Not yet a while, I think," she said, smiling at him weirdly, for no
other word will describe that smile. "My spirit remembers that it was
always thus. Those wanderers who came hither always wished to return
again to their own country, like the birds in spring. Once there was a
white man among them, that was more than twenty hundred years ago; he
was a native of a country called Roma, and wore a helmet. He wished to
return, but my mother of that day, she kept him and by and by I will
show him to you if you like. Before that there was a brown man who
came from a land where a great river overflows its banks every year.
He was a prince of his own country, who had fled from his king and the
desert folk made a slave of him, and so he drifted hither. He wished
to return also, for my mother of that day, or my spirit that dwelt in
her, showed to him that if he could but be there they would make him
king in his own land. But my mother of that day, she would not let him
go, and by and by I will show him to you, if you wish."
Bewildered, amazed, Alan listened to her. Evidently the woman was mad,
or else she played some mystical part for reasons of her own.
"When will you let me go, O Asika?" he repeated.
"Not yet a while, I think," she said again. "You are too comely and I
like you," and she smiled at him. There was nothing coarse in the
smile, indeed it had a certain spiritual quality which thrilled him.
"I like you," she went on in her dreamy voice, "I would keep you with
me until your spirit is drawn up into my spirit, making it strong and
rich as all the spirits that went before have done, those spirits that
my mothers loved from the beginning, which dwell in me to-day."
Now Alan grew alarmed, desperate even.
"Queen," he said, "but just now your husband sat here, is it right
then that you should talk to me thus?"
"My husband," she answered, laughing. "Why, that man is but a slave
who plays the part of husband to satisfy an ancient law. Never has he
so much as kissed my finger tips; my women--those who waited on you
last night--are his wives, not I,--or may be, if he will. Soon he will
die of love for me, and then when he is dead, though not before, I may
take another husband, any husband that I choose, and I think that no
black man shall be my lord, who have other, purer blood in me.
Vernoon, five centuries have gone by since an Asika was really wed to
a foreign man who wore a green turban and called himself a son of the
Prophet, a man with a hooked nose and flashing eyes, who reviled our
gods until they slew him, even though he was the beloved of their
priestess. She who went before me also would have married that white
man whose face was like your face, but he fled with Little Bonsa, or
rather Little Bonsa fled with him. So she passed away unwed, and in
her place I came."
"How did you come, if she whom you call your mother was not your
mother?" asked Alan.
"What is that to you, white man?" she replied haughtily. "I am here,
as my spirit has been here from the first. Oh! I see you think I lie
to you, come then, come, and I will show you those who from the
beginning have been the husbands of the Asika," and rising from her
chair she took him by the hand.
They went through doors and by long, half-lit passages till they came
to great gates guarded by old priests armed with spears. As they drew
near to these priests the Asika loosed a scarf that she wore over her
breast-plate of gold fish scales, and threw the star-spangled thing
over Alan's head, that even these priests should not see his face.
Then she spoke a word to them and they opened the gates. Here Jeekie
evinced a disposition to remain, remarking to his master that he
thought that place, into which he had never entered, "much too holy
for poor nigger like him."
The Asika asked him what he had said and he explained his sense of
unworthiness in her own tongue.
"Come, fellow," she exclaimed, "to translate my words and to bear
witness that no trick is played upon your lord."
Still Jeekie lingered bashfully, whereon at a sign from her one of the
priests pricked him behind with his great spear, and uttering a low
howl he sprang forward.
The Asika led the way down a passage, which they saw ended in a big
hall lit with lamps. Now they were in it and Alan became aware that
they had entered the treasure house of the Asiki, since here were
piled up great heaps of gold, gold in ingots, gold in nuggets, in
stone jars filled with dust, in vessels plain or embossed with
monstrous shapes in fetishes and in little squares and discs that
looked as though they had served as coins. Never had he seen so much
gold before.
"You are rich here, Lady," he said, gazing at the piles astonished.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, as I have heard that some people
count wealth. These are the offerings brought to our gods from the
beginning; also all the gold found in the mountains belongs to the
gods, and there is much of it there. The gift I sent to you was taken
from this heap, but in truth it is but a poor gift, seeing that
although this stuff is bright and serves for cups and other things, it
has no use at all and is only offered to the gods because it is harder
to come by than other metals. Look, these are prettier than the gold,"
and from a stone table she picked up at hazard a long necklace of
large, uncut stones, red and white in colour and set alternatively,
that Alan judged to be crystals and spinels.
"Take it," she said, "and examine it at your leisure. It is very old.
For hundreds of years no more of these necklaces have been made," and
with a careless movement she threw the chain over his head so that it
hung upon his shoulders.
Alan thanked her, then remembered that the man called Mungana, who was
the husband, real or official, of this priestess, had been somewhat
similarly adorned, and shivered a little as though at a presage of
advancing fate. Still he did not return the thing, fearing lest he
should give offence.
At this moment his attention was taken from the treasure by the sound
of a groan behind him. Turning round he perceived Jeekie, his great
eyes rolling as though in an extremity of fear.
"Oh my golly! Major," he ejaculated, pointing to the wall, "look
there."
Alan looked, but at first in that dim light could only discover long
rows of gleaming objects which reached from the floor to the roof.
"Come and see," said the Asika, and taking a lamp from that table on
which lay the gems, she led him past the piles of gold to one side of
the vault or hall. Then he saw, and although he did not show it, like
Jeekie he was afraid.
For there, each in his own niche and standing one above the other,
were what looked like hundreds of golden men with gleaming eyes. At
first until the utter stillness undeceived him, he thought that they
/must/ be men. Then he understood that this was what they had been;
now they were corpses wrapped in sheets of thin gold and wearing
golden masks with eyes of crystal, each mask being beaten out to a
hideous representation of the man in life.
"All these are the husbands of my spirit," said the priestess, waving
the lamp in front of the lowest row of them, "Munganas who were
married to the Asikas in the past. Look, here is he who said that he
ought to be king of that rich land where year after year the river
overflows its banks," and going to one of the first of the figures in
the bottom row, she drew out a fastening and suffered the gold mask to
fall forward on a hinge, exposing the face within.
Although it had evidently been treated with some preservative, this
head now was little more than a skull still covered with dark hair,
but set upon its brow appeared an object that Alan recognized at once,
a simple band of plain gold, and rising from it the head of an asp.
Without doubt it was the /uraeus/, that symbol which only the
royalties of Old Egypt dared to wear. Without doubt also either this
man had brought it with him from the Nile, or in memory of his rank
and home he had fashioned it of the gold that was so plentiful in the
place of his captivity. So this woman's story was true, an ancient
Egyptian had once been husband to the Asika of his day.
Meanwhile his guide had passed a long way down the line and halting in
front of another gold-wrapped figure, opened its mask.
"This is that man," she said, "who told us he came from a land called
Roma. Look, the helmet still rests upon his head, though time has
eaten into it, and that ring upon your hand was taken from his finger.
I have a head-dress made upon the model of that helmet which I wear
sometimes in memory of this man who, my soul remembers, was brave and
pleasant and a gallant lover."
"Indeed," answered Alan, looking at the sunken face above which a rim
of curls appeared beneath the rusting helmet. "Well, he doesn't look
very gallant now, does he?" Then he peered down between the body and
its gold casing and saw that in his body hand the man still held a
short Roman sword, lifted as though in salute. So she had not lied in
this matter either.
Meanwhile the Asika had glided on to the end of the hall behind the
heaps of treasure.
"There is one more white man," she said, "though we know little of
him, for he was fierce and barbarous and died without learning our
tongue, after killing a great number of the priests of that day
because they would not let him go; yes, died cutting them down with a
battle-axe and singing some wild song of his own country. Come hither,
slave, and bend yourself so, resting your hands upon the ground."
Jeekie obeyed, and actively as a cat the priestess leaped on to his
back, and reaching up opened the mask of a corpse in the second row
and held her lamp before its face.
It was better preserved than the others, so that its features remained
comparatively perfect, and about them hung a tangle of golden hair.
Moreover, a broad battle-axe appeared resting on the shoulder.
"A viking," thought Alan. "I wonder how /he/ came here."
When he had looked the Asika leaped from Jeekie's back to the ground
and waving her arm around her, began to talk so rapidly that Alan
could understand nothing of her words, and asked Jeekie to translate
them.
"She say," explained Jeekie between his chattering teeth, "that all
rest these Johnnies very poor crew, natives and that lot except one
who worship false Prophet and cut throat of Asika of that time,
because she infidel and he teach her better; also eat his dinner out
of Little Bonsa and chuck her into water. Very wild man, that Arab,
but priests catch him at last and fill him with hot gold before Little
Bonsa because he no care a damn for ghosts. So he die saying Hip, hip,
hurrah! for houri and green field of Prophet and to hell with Asika
and Bonsa, Big and Little! Now he sit up there and at night time worst
ghost of all the crowd, always come to finish off Mungana. That all
she say, and quite enough too. Come on quick, she want you and no like
wait."
By now the Asika had passed almost round the hall, and was standing
opposite to an empty niche beyond and above which there were perhaps a
score of bodies gold-plated in the usual fashion.
"That is your place, Vernoon," she said gently, contemplating him with
her soft and heavy eyes, "for it was prepared for the white man with
whom Little Bonsa fled away, and since then, as you see, there have
been many Munganas, some of whom belong to me; indeed, that one," and
she touched a corpse on which the gold looked very fresh, "only left
me last year. But we always knew that Little Bonsa would bring you
back again, and so you see, we have kept your place empty."
"Indeed," remarked Alan, "that is very kind of you," and feeling that
he would faint if he stayed longer in this horrible and haunted vault,
he pushed past her with little ceremony and walked out through the
gates into the passage beyond.
