首页 >出版文学> H323>第7章

第7章

  Iamstrong,sayyou,andthereforeIamatyrant,sayyou。Nowtomethissequenceisfaulty。"
  "Whoshouldastrongmanusestrengthfor,ifnotforhimself?
  Andifforhimself,whythatspellstyranny。Youwillgetallyourheart’sdesires,mylord,andyouwillforgetthatmanyathousandofthecommonpeoplewillhavetopayforthem。"
  "Andthisisallyouraccusation?"
  "Itseemstobeblackenough。Iamonethathasacompassionformyfellow—men,mylord,andbecauseofthatcompassionyouseemewhatIamto—day。Therewasatime,notlongpassed,whenI
  sleptassoftandateasdaintyasanyinAtlantis。"
  Ismiled。"Yourspeechtoldmethatmuchfromthefirst。"
  "ThenIwouldIhadcastthespeechoff,too,ifthatisalsoaliveryofthetyrant’sclass。ButItellyouIsawalltheoppressionmyselffromtheoppressor’sside。IwashighinPhorenice’sfavourthen。"
  "That,too,iseasyofcredence。Ylgaisthefan—girltotheEmpressnow,andsecondladyinthekingdom,andthosewhohaveseenYlgacouldmakeaneasyguessattheparentageofNais。"
  "Wewerethedaughtersofonebirth;butIdonotcountwitheitherZaemonorYlganow。YlgaisthecreatureofPhorenice,andPhorenicewouldhaveallthepeopleofAtlantisslavesandinchains,sothatshemightcrushthemtheeasier。AndasforZaemon,heisnofriendofPhorenice’s;hefightswithbrainandsoultodragtheoldauthoritytothoseontheSacredMountain;andthat,ifitcomedownonusagain,wouldonlybetheexchangeofoneformofslaveryforanother。"
  "Itseemstomeyoubiteatallauthority。"
  "Infact,"shesaidsimply,"Ido。Ihaveseentoomuchofit。"
  "Andsoyouthinkaruleofno—rulewouldbebestforthecountry?"
  "Youhaveputitplainlyinwordsforme。Thatismycreedto—day。Thatisthecreedofallthoseyonder,whositinthecampandbesiegethiscity。Andwenumberonourside,now,allinAtlantissavethoseinthecityandahandfulonthepriests’
  Mountain。"
  Ishookmyhead。"Acreedofdesperation,ifyoulike,Nais,but,believeme,asillycreed。Sincemanwasbornoutofthequakingsandthefeversofthisearth,andpickedhiswayamongstthecooler—places,hehasbeendependentalwaysonhisfellow—men。
  Andwheretwoarecongregatedtogether,onemustbechief,andorderhowmattersaretobegoverned——atleast,Ispeakofmenwhohaveawishtobehigherthanthebeasts。HaveyoueversetfootinEurope?"
  "No。"
  "Ihave。YearsbackIsailedthere,gatheringslaves。WhatdidIsee?Acountrywithoutruleororder。Tyrantstheywere,tobesure,buttheywerethebeasts。Themenandthewomenweretherudestsavages,knowingnothingofthearts,dressinginskinsanduncleanness,harbouringincavesandthetree—tops。Thebeastsroamedaboutwheretheywould,andhuntedthemunchecked。"
  "Still,theyfoughtyoufortheirliberty?"
  "Neveronce。Theyknewhowdisastrouswastheirmasterlessfreedom。Eventotheirdull,savagebrainsitwasasurethingthatnoslaverycouldbeworse;andtothatstateyou,andyourfriends,andyourtheories,willreduceAtlantis,ifyougettheupperhand。But,then,toargueinacircle,youwillnevergetit。Fortoconquer,youmustsetupleaders,andonceyouhavesetthemup,youwillneverpullthemdownagain。"
  "Aye,"shesaidwithasigh,"thereistruthinthatlast。"
  Thetorchhadfilledthecaptain’sroomwitharesinoussmoke,buttheflamewasgrowingpale。Dawnwascomingingreylythroughaslenderarrow—slit,andwithiteverandagaintheglowfromsomemountainoutofsight,whichwasshootingforthspasmodicburstsoffire。Withitalsoweremutteringsofdistantfallingrocks,andsullentremblings,whichhadenduredallthenightthrough,andI
  judgedthatearthwasinoneofherquakingmoods,andwouldprobablyduringtheforthcomingdayofferussomechasteningdiscomforts。
  Onthisaccount,perhaps,mysenseswerestilledtocertainevidenceswhichwouldotherwisehavegivenmeasuspicion;andalso,thereisnodenyingthatmygeneralwakefulnesswassappedbyanothermatter。Thiswoman,Nais,interestedmevastlyoutofthecommon;themerepresenceofherseemedtowarmtheorgansofmyinterior;andwhilstshewasthere,allmythoughtsandsenseswerepresentintheroomofthecaptainofthegateinwhichwesat。
  Butofasuddenthefloorofthechamberrockedandfellawaybeneathme,andinatumultofdust,andlitter,andbalesofthecaptain’splunder,Ifelldown(stillseatedontheflagstone)intoapitwhichhadbeendiggedbeneathit。Withtheviolenceofthedescent,andtheflutterofallthesearticlesaboutmyhead,Iwasinnoconditionforimmediateaction;andwhilstIwasstillhalf—stunnedbytheshock,andlongbeforeIcouldgetmyeyesintoserviceagain,Ihadbeenseized,andbound,andhalf—strangledwithanooseofhide。VoiceswereraisedthatIshouldbedespatchedatonceoutoftheway;butoneinauthoritycriedoutthat,killingmeatleisure,andasaprisoner,promisedmoregenteelsport;andsoIwasthrustdownonthefloor,whilstawholearmyofmentrodinovermetotheattack。
  Whathadhappenedwascleartomenow,thoughIwaspowerlesstodoanythinginhindrance。Therebelswithmorecraftthananyonehadcreditedtothem,haddrivenagalleyfromtheircampundertheground,intendingsotomakeanentranceintotheheartofthecity。Intheirclumsyignorance,andhavingnooneofsufficienttalentinmensuration,theyhadbungledsadlybothindirectionandlength,andsohadendedtheirburrowunderthischamberofthecaptainofthegate。Thegreatflagstoneinitsfallhad,itappeared,crushedfourofthemtodeath,butthesewerelittlenoticedorlamented。Lifewastothemabaubleoftheslenderestprice,andahordeofotherspressedthroughtheopening,lustingforthefight,andreckingnothingoftheirrisksandperils。
  Half—chokedbythefoulairofthegalley,andtroddenonbythisgreatprocessionoffeet,itwaslittleenoughIcoulddotohelpmyimmediateselfmuchlessthemoredistantcity。Butwhenthechiefmassoftheattackershadpassedthrough,andtherecameonlyhereandthereoneeagertotakehisshareatstormingthegate,acoupleoffellowspluckedmeupoutofthemudonthefloor,andbegandraggingmedownthroughthestinkingdarknessofthegalleytowardsthepitthatgaveitentrance。
  Twentytimeswewerejostledbyothershasteningtotheattack,eitherfromhungerforfight,orfromappetiteforwhattheycouldsteal。Butwecametotheopenatlast,andhalf—suffocatedthoughIwas,Icontrivedtodoobeisance,andsayaloudtheprescribedprayertothemostHighGodsingratitudeforthefresh,sweetairwhichTheyhadprovided。
  OurLordtheSunwasonthevergeofrisingforHisday,andallthingswereplainlyshown。Beforemewerethemonstrouswallsofthecapital,withtheheadsofitspyramidsandhigherbuildingsshowingabovethem。Andonthewalls,thesentrieswalkedcalmlytheirappointedpaces,ortookshelteragainstarrowsinthecasematesprovidedforthem。
  Thedinoffightingwithinthegaterosehighintotheair,andtheheavyroaringofthecave—tigerstoldthattheytooweretakingtheirshareofthemelee。Butthemassivestoneworkofthewallshidalltheactualengagementfromourview,andwhichpartywasgettingtheupperhandwecouldnotevenguess。Butthesoundstoldhowtightafightwasbeinghammeredoutinthosenarrowboundaries,andmyveinstingledtobeoncemorebackattheoldtrade,andtobedoingmyshare。
  Buttherewasnochivalryaboutthefellowswhoheldmebymybonds。Theythrustmeintoasmalltemplenearby,whichoncehadbeenafaneinmuchfavourwithtravellers,whowishedtoshowgratitudeforthesafejourneytothecapital,butwhichnowwasrobbedandruined,andtheyswungtothestoneentrancegateandbarredit,leavingmetocommunewithmyself。Presently,theytoldme,Ishouldbeputtodeathbytorments。Well,thisseemedtobethenewcustomofAtlantis,andIshouldhavetoendureitasbestIcould。TheHighGods,itappeared,hadnofurtheruseformyservicesinAtlantis,andIwasnotinthemoodthentobiteverymuchattheirdecision。WhatIhadseenofthecountrysincemyreturnhadnotenamouredmeverymuchwithitsnewconditions。
  ThelittletempleinwhichIwasgaoledhadbeenrobbedanddespoiledofallitsfurnishments。Butthelight—slits,whereatcertainhoursofthedaytheraysofourLordtheSunhadfallenupontheimageoftheGod,beforethishadbeentakenaway,gavemevantageplacesfromwhichIcouldseeoverthecampoftheserebelbesiegers,andadrearyprospectitwas。Thepeopleseemedtohaveshuckedoffthecultureofcenturiesinasmanymonths,andtohavegonebackforthemostparttosheerbrutishness。Themajorityharbouredonthebareground。Fewownedshelter,andtheseweremerelybowersofmudandbranches。
  Theyfoughtandquarrelledamongstthemselvesforfood,eatingtheirmeatraw,andtheirgrain(whentheyhadit)unground。ManywhopassedmyvisionIsawwereevengnawingthesoftinsideoftreebark。
  Thedeadlaywheretheyfell。Thesickandthewoundedfoundnohandtotendthem。Greatman—eatingbirdshoveredaboutthecamporskulkedabout,heavywithgorging,amongstthehovels,andnoonehadpublicspiritenoughtogivethembattle。Thestinkoftheplaceroseuptoheavenasafoulincenseinvitingapestilence。Therewasnoorder,notraceofstrongcommandanywhere。Withthreehundredwell—disciplinedtroopsitseemedtomethatIcouldhavesentthosepoordesperatehordesflyinginpanictotheforest。
  However,therewasnoverylengthyspaceoftimegrantedmeforthinkingoutthepolicyofthismattertoanygreatdepth。Theattackonthegatehadbeendeliveredwithsuddenness;therepulsewasnotslow。Ofwhatdesperatefightingtookplaceinthegalleries,andinthecircusbetweenthetwosetsofgates,thedetailwillneverbetoldinfull。
  Atthefirstalarmthegreatcave—tigersweresetloose,andtheseragedimpartiallyagainstkeeperandfoe。Ofthosethatwentinthroughthetunnel,notoneintenreturned,andtherewerefewofthesebutwhatcarriedabloodywound。Some,withtherulingpassionstillstronginthem,borebackplunder;onetrailedalongwithhimtheheadofthecaptainofthegate;andamongstthemtheydraggedouttwoofthewarderswhowerewounded,andwhomrevengehadurgedthemtotakeasprisoners。
  Overthesetwolastahubbubnowarose,thatseemedlikelytoboiloverintoblows。Everyvoiceshoutedoutforthemwhathethoughtthemostrepulsivefate。Somewereforburning,someforskinning,someforimpaling,someforotherthings:myfleshcreptasIheardtheirravenousyells。Thosethathadbeentothetroubleofmakingthemcaptivewerestillbreathlessfromthefight,andwerereadilythrustaside;anditseemedtomethatthepoorwretcheswouldbehustledintodeathbeforeanydefinitefatewasagreedupon,whichallwouldpassassufficientlyterrific。
  NeverhadIseensuchadisorderlytumult,neversuchaleaderlessmob。But,asalwayshashappened,andalwayswill,thestrongermenbydintofloudervoicesandmorevigorousshouldersgottheirplansagreedtoatlast,andtheothersperforcehadtogiveway。
  Abandofthemsetoffrunning,andpresentlyreturnedatsnails’pace,draggingwiththem(withmanysquealsfromungreasedwheels)oneofthosehugewarengineswithwhichbesiegersarewonttothrowgreatstonesandothermissilesintothecitiestheysitdownagainst。Theyranitupjustbeyondbowshotofthewalls,andclampeditfirmlydownwithstakesandropestotheearth。Thensettingtheirleanarmstothewindlasses,theydrewbackthegreattreewhichformedthespringtillitstetheringplacereachedtheground,andinthecradleatitsheadtheyplacedoneoftheprisoners,boundhelplessly,sothathecouldnotthrowhimselfovertheside。
  Thentherude,savage,skin—cladmobstoodback,andonewhohadappointedhimselfengineerknockedbackthecatchthatheldthegreatspringinplace。
  Withawhirandatwangtheelasticwoodflungupwards,andtheboundmanwasshotawayfromitstipwiththespeedofalightningflash。Hesangthroughtheair,spinningoverandoverwithinconceivablerapidity,andthegreatcrowdofrebelsheldtheirbreathinsilenceastheywatched。Hepassedhighabovethecitywall,atinymannikininthedistancenow,andthenthetrajectoryofhisflightbegantolower。Thespikeofanew—builtpyramidlayinthepathofhisterrificflight,andhestruckitwithathudwhosesoundfloatedouttousafterwards,andthenhetoppleddownoutofoursight,leavingaredstainonthewhitenessofthestoneashefell。
  Witharoarthecrowdacknowledgedthesuccessoftheirdevice,andbellowedoutinsultstoPhorenice,andinsultstotheGods:apoorfranticcrowdtheyshowedthemselves。Andthenwithraveningshouts,theyfellupontheothercaptivewarder,bindinghimalsointoacompacthelplessmissile,andmeanwhilegettingtheengineingearagainforanothershot。
  ButformypartIsawnothingofthisdisgustingscene。I
  heardtheboltgratestealthilyagainstthedoorofthelittletempleinwhichIwasimprisoned,andwasmindedtogivethesebrutishrebelssomewhatofasurprise。Ihadridmyselfofmybondshandilyenough;Ihadrubbedmylimbstothatperfectsupplenesswhichisalwaysdesirablebeforeafight;andIhadplannedtorushoutsosoonasthedoorwasswung,andkillthosethatcamefirstwithfistblowsonthebrowandchin。
  Theyhadnotsuspectedmyname,itwasclear,formystatureandgarbwerenothingoutoftheordinary;butifmybodilystrengthandfightingpowerhadbeensufficienttoraisemetoavice—royaltylikethatofYucatan,andletmeendurealiveinthatgovernmentthroughouttwentyhard—battlingyears,why,itwaslikelythatthisrabbleofsavageswouldseesomethingthatwasnewandadmirableinthepracticeofarmsbeforethecrudeweightoftheirnumberscoulddragmedown。Nay,Ididnotevendespairofwinningfreealtogether。Imustfindmeaweaponfromthosethatcameuptobattle,withwhichIcouldwriteworthysignatures,andImustattemptnostandingfights。Gods!butwhataglowtheprospectdidsendthroughmeasIstoodtherewaiting。
  Avainerman,writinghistory,mighthavesaidthatalways,beforeeverythingelse,heheldinmindthegreaterinterestsbeforetheless。Butforme——Iprefertobehonest,andownmyselfhuman。Inmygleeatthatforthcomingfight——whichpromisedtobethegreatestandmostfuriousIhadknowninallalonglifeofbattling——IwillconfessthatAtlantisandherdifferingpolicieswerecleanforgot。Ishouldgooutanunknownmanfromthelittlecellofatemple,Ishoulddomywork,andthen,whetherItookfreedomwithme,orwhetherIcamedownatlastmyselfonapileofslain,thesepeoplewouldguesswithoutbeingtoldthename,thatherewasDeucalion。Gods!whatafightwewouldhavemade!
  Butthedoordidnotopenwidetogivemespaceformyfirstrush。Itcreakedgratinglyoutwardsonitspivots,andaslimhandandawhitearmslippedinside,beckoningmetoquietude。Herewassomewoman。Thedoorcreakedwider,andshecameinside。
  "Nais,"Isaid。
  "Silence,ortheywillhearyou,andremember。Atpresentthosewhobroughtyouherearekilled,andunlessbychancesomeoneblundersintothisrobbedshrine,youwillnotbefound。"
  "Then,ifthatisso,letmegooutandwalkamongstthesepeopleasoneofthemselves。"
  Sheshookherhead。
  "But,Nais,Iamnotknownhere。Iammerelyamaninveryplainandmud—stainedrobe。Ishouldbeinnowaysremarkable。"
  Asmiletwitchedherface。"Mylord,"shesaid,"wearsnobeard;andhisistheonlycleanchininthecamp。"
  Ijoinedinherlaugh。"Apestonmywantoffoppishnessthen。ButIamforgettingsomewhat。Itcomestomymindthatwestillhaveunfinishedthatsmalldiscussionofoursconcerningthelengthofmypoorlife。Haveyoudecidedtocutitofffromriskoffurthermischief,ordoyouproposetogivemefurtherspan?"
  Sheturnedtomewithalookofsharpdistress。"Mylord,"
  shesaid,"Iwouldhaveyouforgetthatsillytalkofmine。ThislasttwohoursIthoughtyouweredeadinrealtruth。"
  "Andyouwerenotrelieved?"
  "Ifeltthattheonlymanwasgoneoutoftheworld——Imean,mylord,theonlymanwhocansaveAtlantis。"
  "Yourwordsgivemeaconfidence。ThenyouwouldhavemegobackandbecomehusbandtoPhorenice?"
  "Ifthereisnootherway。"
  "IwarnyouIshalldothat,ifshestillsodesiresit,andifitseemstomethatthatcoursewillbebest。Thisisnohourforprivatelikingsordislikings。"
  "Iknowit,"shesaid,"Ifeelit。Ihavenoheartnow,saveonlyforAtlantis。Ihaveschooledmyselfoncemoretothat。"
  "AndatpresentIaminthislonelittleboxofatemple。A
  minuteago,beforeyoucame,Ihadpromisedmyselfaprettyenoughfighttosignalisemychangingofabode。"
  "Theremustbenothingofthat。Iwillnothavethesepoorpeopleslaughteredunnecessarily。NordoIwishtoseemylordexposedtoahopelessrisk。Thispoorplace,suchasitis,hasbeengiventomeasanabode,and,ifmylordcanremaindecorouslytillnightfallinamaiden’schamber,hemayatleastbesureofquietude。Iamaperson,"sheaddedsimply,"thatinthiscamphassomerespect。Whendarknesscomes,Iwilltakemylorddowntotheseaandaboat,andsohemaycomewitheasetotheharbourandthewatergate。"
  8。THEPREACHERFROMTHEMOUNTAINS
  ItwaslongenoughsinceIhadfoundleisureforaparcelofsleep,andsoduringthelargerpartofthatdayIamfreetoconfessthatIslumberedsoundly,Naiswatchingme。Nightfell,andstillweremainedwithintheprivacyofthetemple。ItwasourplanthatIshouldstaytheretillthecampslept,andsoIshouldhavemorechanceofreachingtheseawithoutdisturbance。
  Thenightcamedownwet,withadrizzleofrain,andthroughtheslitsinthetemplewallswecouldseethemanyfiresinthecampwellcaredfor,themenandwomeninskinsandragstoastingbeforethem,withsteamrisingastheheatfoughtwiththeirwetness。Folkseatedindiscomfortlikethisareproverbiallyalertandcruelinthetemper,andNaisfrownedasshelookedontheinclemencyoftheweather。
  "Afinenight,"shesaid,"andIwouldhavesentmylordbacktothecitywithoutasoulherebeingthewiser;butinthischill,peoplesleepsourly。Wemustwaittillthehourdrugsthemsounder。"
  Andsowewaited,sittingtheretogetheronthatpavementsolongunkissedbyworshippers,anditwaslittleenoughwesaidaloud。Buttherecanbegoodcompanionshipwithoutsentencesoftalk。
  Butasthehoursdrewon,thenightbegantogrowlessquiet。
  Fromthedistancesomeonebegantoblowonahornorashell,sendingforthaharshraucousnoteincessantly。Thesoundcamenearer,aswecouldtellfromitsgrowingloudness,andthevoicesofthosebythefiresmadethemselvesheard,railingattheblowerforhisdisturbance。Andpresentlyitbecamestationary,andstandingupwecouldseethroughtheslitsinthewallsthepeopleofthecamprousingupfromtheiruneasyrest,andclusteringtogetherroundonewhostoodandtalkedtothemfromthepedestalofawarengine。
  Whathewasdeclaiminguponwecouldnothear,andourcuriosityonthematterwasnotkeen。Giventhatallwhodidnotsleepwenttowearythemselveswiththisfellow,asNaiswhispered,itwouldbesimpleformetomakeanexitintheoppositedirection。
  Butherewewerereckoningwithouttheinevitablebusybody。
  Adozenpairsoffeetsplashingthroughthewetcameuptothesideofthelittletemple,andcriedloudlythatNaisshouldjointheaudience。Shehadeloquenceoftongue,itappeared,andtheyfearedlestthisspeakerwhohadtakenhisstandonthewarengineshouldmakeschismsamongsttheirranksunlesssomeskilledpersonstoodupalsotorefutehisarguments。
  Here,then,itseemedtomethatImustbeelbowedintomyskirmishbythemostunexpectedofchances,butNaiswasfirmlymindedthatthereshouldbenofight,ifcourageonherpartcouldturnit。"Comeoutwithme,"shewhispered,"andkeepdistantfromthelightofthefires。"
  "Buthowexplainmybeinghere?"
  "Thereisnoreasontoexplainanything,"shesaidbitterly。
  "Theywilltakeyouformylover。Thereisnothingremarkableinthat:itisthemodehere。Butoh,whydidnottheGodsmakeyouwearabeard,andcurlit,evenasothermen?Thenyoucouldhavebeengoneandsafethesetwohours。"
  "Asmoothchinpleasesmebetter。"
  "Soitdoesme,"Iheardhermurmurassheleanedherweightonthestonewhichhunginthedoorway,andpusheditajar;"yourchin。"Theraggedmenoutside——therewerewomenwiththemalso——didnotwaittowatchmeveryclosely。Acoarsejestortwoflew(whichIcouldhavefoundgoodhearttohaverepaidwithasword—thrust)andtheysteppedoffintothedarkness,justturningfromtimetotimetomakesurewefollowed。Onallsidesotherswerepressinginthesamedirection——blackshadowsagainstthenight;therainspatnoisilyonthecampfiresaswepassedthem;
  andfrombehinduscameupothers。Therewerenosleepersinthecampnow;allwerepressingontohearthispreacherwhostoodonthepedestalofthewarengine;andifwehadtriedtoswervefromthestraightcourse,weshouldhavebeenmarkedatonce。
  Soweheldonthroughthedarkness,andpresentlycamewithinearshot。
  Stillitwaslittleenoughofthepreacher’swordswecouldmakeoutatfirst。"Whoareyourchiefs?"camethequestionattheendofafervidharangue,andimmediatelyallfurtherrationaltalkwasdrownedinuproar。"Wehavenochiefs,"thepeopleshouted,"wearedonewithchiefs;weareallequalhere。Takeawayyoursillymagic。Youmaykilluswithmagicifyouchoose,butruleusyoushallnot。Norshalltheotherpriestsrule。NorPhorenice。
  Noranybody。Wearedonewithrulers。"
  Thepresshadbroughtuscloserandclosertothemanwhostoodonthewarengine。Wesawhimtobeold,withwhitehairthattumbledonhisshoulders,andalongwhitebeard,untrimmedanduncurled。Saveforawispofragabouttheloins,hisbodywasunclothed,andglistenedinthewet。
  Butinhishandheheldthatwhichmarkedhiscaste。Withithepointedhissentences,andattimeshewhirleditaboutbathinghiswet,nakedbodyinahalooflight。Itwasawandwhosetipburnedwithanunconsumingfire,whichglowedandtwinkledandblazedlikesomestarsentdownbytheGodsfromtheirownplaceinthehighheaven。ItwastheSymbolofourLordtheSun,acredentialnoonecouldforge,andoneonwhichnocivilisedmanwouldcastadoubt。
  Indeed,theraggedfranticcrewdidnotquestionforonemomentthathewasamemberoftheClanofPriests,theClanwhichfromtimeoutofnumberinghadgivenrulersfortheland,andevenintheirloudestclamourstheyfreelyacknowledgedhispowers。
  "Youmaykilluswithyourmagic,ifyouchoose,"theyscreamedathim。Butstubbornlytheyrefusedtocomebacktotheiroldallegiance。"Wehavesufferedtoomanythingstheselateryears,"
  theycried。"Wearedonewithrulersnowforalways。"
  ButformyselfIsawtheoldmanwithadifferentemotion。
  HerewasZaemonthatwasfathertoNais,ZaemonthathadseenmeyesterdayseatedonthedivanatPhorenice’selbow,andwhoto—daycoulddenouncemeasDeucalionifsohechose。Theserebelshadexpendedanavyintheirwishtokillmefourdaysearlier,andiftheyknewofmynearness,eventhoughNaisweremyadvocate,hercoldreasoningwouldhavehadlittlechanceofanaudiencenow。
  TheHighGodswhokeepthetetherofourliveshideTheirsecretswell,butIdidnotthinkitimpioustobesurethatminewasverynearthecuttingthen。
  Thebeautifulwomansawthistoo。Sheevenwentsofarastotwineherfingersinmineandpressthemasafarewell,andI
  pressedhersinreturn,forIwassorryenoughnottoseehermore。
  StillIcouldnothelplettingmythoughtstravelwithagrimgloatingoverthefinemoundofdeadIshouldbuildbeforetheseragged,unskilledrebelspulledmedown。Anditwasinevitablethisshouldbeso。Forofalltheemotionsthatcanfermentinthehumanheart,thejoyofstrifeiskeenest,andnonebutanoldfighter,facetofacewithwhatmustnecessarilybehisfinalbattle,cantellhowdeepthislustisembroideredintotheveryfoundationsofhisbeing。
  ButforthetimeZaemondidnotseeme,beingtoomuchwrappedinhisoutcry,andsoIwasfreetolistentotheburningwordswhichhespreadaroundhim,andtodeterminetheireffectonthehearers。
  Thethemehepreachedwasnonewone。Hetoldthateversincethebeginningofhistory,theGodshadsetapartoneClanofthepeopletoruleovertherestandbetheirPriests,anduntilthecomingofPhorenicethesehaddonetheirdutieswithexactitudeandjustice。Theyhadfoughtinvaders,carriedwaragainstthebeasts,andstudiedearth—movementssothattheywereabletoforetellearthquakesanderuptions,andcouldspreadwarningsthatthepeoplemightbeabletoescapetheirdevastations。Theyarenoself—seekers;theiraimwasalwaystofurthertheinterestofAtlantis,andsodohonourtothekingdomonwhichtheHighGodshadsettheirspecialfavour。UnderthePriestlyClan,Atlantishadreachedthepinnacleofhumanprosperityandhappiness。
  "But,"criedtheoldman,wavingtheSymboltillhiswetbodyglistenedinahalooflight,"thepeoplegrewfatandcarelesswiththeireasylife。Theybegantohaveaconceitthattheirgoodfortunewasearnedbytheirownpunybrainsandthews,andwasnogiftfromtheGodsabove;andpresentlythecultoftheseGodsbecameneglected,andTheirtempleswerebarrenofgiftsandworshippers。Followedapunishment。TheGodsinTheirinscrutablewaydecreedthatawifeofoneofthePriests(thatwasagovernorofnoinconsiderableprovince)shouldseeawomanchildbythewayside,andtakeitforadoption。ThatchildtheGodsintheirinfinitewisdomfashionedintoascourgeforAtlantis,andyouwhohavefelttheweightofPhorenice’shand,knowwithwhatcompletenesstheHighGodscanfashiontheirinstruments。
  "Yet,evenastheysetup,socantheythrowdown,andthosethatshalldebasePhoreniceareevennowappointed。Theoldruleistobere—established;butnottillyouwhohavesinnedaresufficientlychastenedtocrytoitforrelief。"HewavedthemysteriousglowingSymbolbeforehim。"See,"hecriedinhishigholdquaveringvoice,"youknowtheunspeakablePowerofwhichthatisthesign,andforwhichIamthemouthpiece。Itisforyoutomakedecisionnow。AretheGodstothrowdownthiswomanwhohasscornedThemandsocruellytroddenonyou?Orareyoutobestillfurtherpurgedofyourpridebeforeyouareripefordeliverance?"
  Theoldpriestbrokeoffwithagesture,andhisraggedwhitebeardsankontohischest。Promptlyayoungman,skincladandcarryinghisweapon,elbowedupthroughthepressoflisteners,andjumpedontotheplatformbesidehim。"Hearme,brethren!"hebellowed,inhisstrongyoungvoice。"Wearedonewithtyrants。
  Deathmaycome,andweallofusherehaveshownhowlittlewefearit。Butownrulersagainwewillnot,andthatisourfinalsay。
  Mylord,"hesaid,turningtotheoldmanwithabraveface,"I
  knowitisinyourpowertokillmebymagicifyouchoose,butI
  havesaidmysay,andcanstandthecostifneedsbe。"
  "Icankillyou,butIwillnot,"saidZaemon。"Youhavesaidyoursilliness。Nowgoyoutothegroundagain。"
  "Wehavefreespeechhere。IwillnotgotillIchoose。"