The Coming Race eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 186 pages of information about The Coming Race.

The Coming Race eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 186 pages of information about The Coming Race.

“It is no crime to slay those who threaten the good of the community; it would be a crime to slay the smallest insect that cannot harm us.”

“If you mean that I threaten the good of the community because your sister honours me with the sort of preference which a child may feel for a strange plaything, it is not necessary to kill me.  Let me return to the people I have left, and by the chasm through which I descended.  With a slight help from you I might do so now.  You, by the aid of your wings, could fasten to the rocky ledge within the chasm the cord that you found, and have no doubt preserved.  Do but that; assist me but to the spot from which I alighted, and I vanish from your world for ever, and as surely as if I were among the dead.”

“The chasm through which you descended!  Look round; we stand now on the very place where it yawned.  What see you?  Only solid rock.  The chasm was closed, by the orders of Aph-Lin, as soon as communication between him and yourself was established in your trance, and he learned from your own lips the nature of the world from which you came.  Do you not remember when Zee bade me not question you as to yourself or your race?  On quitting you that day, Aph-Lin accosted me, and said, ’No path between the stranger’s home and ours should be left unclosed, or the sorrow and evil of his home may descend to ours.  Take with thee the children of thy band, smite the sides of the cavern with your vril staves till the fall of their fragments fills up every chink through which a gleam of our lamps could force its way.’”

As the child spoke, I stared aghast at the blind rocks before me.  Huge and irregular, the granite masses, showing by charred discolouration where they had been shattered, rose from footing to roof-top; not a cranny!

“All hope, then, is gone,” I murmured, sinking down on the craggy wayside, “and I shall nevermore see the sun.”  I covered my face with my hands, and prayed to Him whose presence I had so often forgotten when the heavens had declared His handiwork.  I felt His presence in the depths of the nether earth, and amidst the world of the grave.  I looked up, taking comfort and courage from my prayers, and, gazing with a quiet smile into the face of the child, said, “Now, if thou must slay me, strike.”

Taee shook his head gently.  “Nay,” he said, “my father’s request is not so formally made as to leave me no choice.  I will speak with him, and may prevail to save thee.  Strange that thou shouldst have that fear of death which we thought was only the instinct of the inferior creatures, to whom the convictions of another life has not been vouchsafed.  With us, not an infant knows such a fear.  Tell me, my dear Tish,” he continued after a little pause, “would it reconcile thee more to departure from this form of life to that form which lies on the other side of the moment called ‘death,’ did I share thy journey?  If so, I will ask my father whether it be allowable for me to go with thee.  I am one of our generation destined to emigrate, when of age for it, to some regions unknown within this world.  I would just as soon emigrate now to regions unknown, in another world.  The All-Good is no less there than here.  Where is he not?”

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