Four Weird Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about Four Weird Tales.

Four Weird Tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about Four Weird Tales.

Henriot could not fathom it quite.  Only one thing was clear to him.  He, Henriot, was not the only one in danger.

They talked for long after that—­far into the night.  The lights went out, and the armed patrol, pacing to and fro outside the iron railings that kept the desert back, eyed them curiously.  But the only other thing he gathered of importance was the ledge upon the cliff-top where he was to stand and watch; that he was expected to reach there before sunset and wait till the moon concealed all glimmer in the western sky, and—­that the woman, who had been engaged for days in secret preparation of soul and body for the awful rite, would not be visible again until he saw her in the depths of the black valley far below, busy with this man upon audacious, ancient purposes.

IX

An hour before sunset Henriot put his rugs and food upon a donkey, and gave the boy directions where to meet him—­a considerable distance from the appointed spot.  He went himself on foot.  He slipped in the heat along the sandy street, where strings of camels still go slouching, shuffling with their loads from the quarries that built the pyramids, and he felt that little friendly Helouan tried to keep him back.  But desire now was far too strong for caution.  The desert tide was rising.  It easily swept him down the long white street towards the enormous deeps beyond.  He felt the pull of a thousand miles before him; and twice a thousand years drove at his back.

Everything still basked in the sunshine.  He passed Al Hayat, the stately hotel that dominates the village like a palace built against the sky; and in its pillared colonnades and terraces he saw the throngs of people having late afternoon tea and listening to the music of a regimental band.  Men in flannels were playing tennis, parties were climbing off donkeys after long excursions; there was laughter, talking, a babel of many voices.  The gaiety called to him; the everyday spirit whispered to stay and join the crowd of lively human beings.  Soon there would be merry dinner-parties, dancing, voices of pretty women, sweet white dresses, singing, and the rest.  Soft eyes would question and turn dark.  He picked out several girls he knew among the palms.  But it was all many, oh so many leagues away; centuries lay between him and this modern world.  An indescriable loneliness was in his heart.  He went searching through the sands of forgotten ages, and wandering among the ruins of a vanished time.  He hurried.  Already the deeper water caught his breath.

He climbed the steep rise towards the plateau where the Observatory stands, and saw two of the officials whom he knew taking a siesta after their long day’s work.  He felt that his mind, too, had dived and searched among the heavenly bodies that live in silent, changeless peace remote from the world of men.  They recognised him, these two whose eyes also knew tremendous distance close.  They beckoned, waving the straws through which they sipped their drinks from tall glasses.  Their voices floated down to him as from the star-fields.  He saw the sun gleam upon the glasses, and heard the clink of the ice against the sides.  The stillness was amazing.  He waved an answer, and passed quickly on.  He could not stop this sliding current of the years.

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