This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. H. Ryder Haggard. Asha, the Return of She. Chapter 8 The Deathhounds It may have been ten o'clock on the following morning, or a little past it, when the Shaman Simri came into my room and asked me how I had slept. Like a log, I answered. Like a log, a drugged man could not have rested more soundly. Indeed, friend Holly, and yet you look fatigued. My dreams trouble me somewhat, I answered. I suffer from such things, but surely by your face, friend Simri, you cannot have slept at all, for never yet have I seen you with so weary an air. I am weary, he said with a sigh. Last night I spent up on my business, watching at the gates. What gates? I asked. Those by which we entered this kingdom? For if so, I would rather watch than travel them. The gates of the past and of the future. Yes, those to which you entered, if you will, for did you not travel out a wondrous past towards a future that you cannot guess? But both of which interest you, I suggested. Perhaps, he answered, then added, I come to tell you that within an hour you are to start for the city, whether the Kanya has but now gone on to make ready for you.  Well, I'm sound again, and prepare to march, but say, how is my foster son? He mens, he mens, but you shall see him for yourself, it is the Kanya's will. Here comes the slaves bearing your robes, and with them I leave you. So, with their assistance I dressed myself first in good clean under linen, then in white woolen trousers and vest, and lastly in a fur-lined camel-hair robe, dyed black, that was very comfortable to wear, and in appearance not unlike a long overcoat. A flat cap of the same material and a pair of boots made of unturned hide, completed my attire. Scarcely was I ready when the yellow-faced servants with many bows took me by the hand and led me down the passages and stairs of the gatehouse to its door. Here, to my great joy, I found Leo, looking pale and troubled, but otherwise as well as I could expect after his sickness. I was attired like myself, save that his garments were of a finer quality, and the overcoat was white, with a hood to it, added I supposed to protect the wound in his head from cold and the sun. This white dress I thought became him very well. Also about it there was nothing grotesque or even remarkable. He sprang to me and seized my hand, asking how I fared, and where I had been hidden away, a greeting of which, as I could see, the warmth was not lost upon Simbri who stood by. I answered, well enough now that we were together again, and for the rest I would tell him later. Then they brought us palanquins, carried each of them by two ponies, one of which was harnessed ahead and the other behind between long shaft-like poles. In these we seated ourselves, and at a sign from Simbri slaves took the leading ponies by the bridle and we started, leaving behind us that grim old gate-house through which we were the first strangers to pass for many a generation. For a mile or more our road ran down a winding rocky gorge, till suddenly it took a turn and the country of Kallun lay stretched before us. At our feet was a river, probably the same with which we had made acquaintance in the gulf, where, fed by the mountain snows, it had its source. Here it flowed rapidly, but on the vast alluvial lands beneath became a broad and gentle stream that wound its way through the limitless plains till it was lost in the blue of the distance. To the north, however, this smooth monotonous expanse was broken by that mountain which had guided us from afar, the house of fire. It was a great distance from us, more than a hundred miles, I should say, yet even so a most majestic sight in that clear air. Many leagues from the base of its peak the ground began to rise in brown and rugged hillocks from which sprang the holy mountain itself, a white and dazzling point that soared full twenty thousand feet into the heavens. Yes, and there upon the nether lip of its crater stood the gigantic pillar surmounted by a yet more gigantic loop of virgin rock, whereof the blackness stood out grimly against the blue of the sky beyond and the blinding snow beneath. We gazed at it with ave, as well we might, this beacon of our hopes that for all we knew might also prove their monument, feeling even then that genre our fate would declare itself. I noted further that all those with us did it reverence by bowing their heads as they caught sight of the peak and by laying their first finger of the right hand across the first finger of the left, a gesture, as we afterwards discovered, designed to avert its evil influence. Yes, even Simbri bowed, a jeeling to inherited superstition of which I should scarcely have suspected him. Have you ever journeyed to that mountain? asked Leo of him. Simbri shook his head and answered evasively. The people of the plain do not set foot upon the mountain. Among its slopes beyond the river which washes them live hordes of brave and most savage men, with whom we are often times at war, for when they are hungry they raid our cattle and our crops. Moreover, there when the mountain labours run red streams of molten rock, and now and again hot ashes fall that slay the traveller. Do the ashes ever fall in your country? asked Leo. They have been known to do so when the spirit of the mountain is angry and that is why we fear her. Who is this spirit? said Leo eagerly. I do not know, Lord, he answered with impatience. Can men see a spirit? You look as though you might and had not so long ago, replied Leo, fixing his gaze on the old man's wuxen face and uneasy eyes. For now their horny calm was gone from the eyes of Simbri, which seemed as though they had beheld some sight that haunted him. You do me too much honour, Lord, he replied. My skill and vision do not reach so far. But see, here is the landing stage where boats await us, for the rest of our journey is by water. These boats proved to be roomy and comfortable, having flat bows and sterns, since although sometimes a sail was hoisted, they were designed for towing, not to be rowed with oars. Leo and I entered the largest of them, and to our joy were left alone except for the stairsmen. Behind us was another boat in which were attendants and slaves and some men who looked like soldiers, for they carried bows and swords. Now the ponies were taken from the palanquins that were packed away and ropes of green hide fastened to iron rings in the prose of the boats were fixed to the towing tackle with which the animals had been re-harnessed. Then we started, the ponies, to arranged tandem fashion to each pond, trotting along a well-made towing path that was furnished with wooden bridges wherever canals or tributary streams entered the main river. Thank heaven, said Leo, we are together again at last. Do you remember, Horace, that when we entered the land of Kor, it was thus, in a boat, the tale repeats itself? I can quite believe it, I answered. I can believe anything. Leo, I say that we are but gnats meshed in a web, and Yonder, Kanya is the spider, and Simbri the shaman guards the net. But tell me all you remember what has happened to you, and be quick, for I do not know how long they may leave us alone. Well, he said, of course I remember our arrival at the gate after the lady and the old man had pulled us out of the river, and Horace, talking of spiders, reminds me of hanging at the end of that string of yarks hide. Not that I need much reminding, for I'm not likely to forget it.  What happened to you? Did you slip? No. I jumped after you. It seemed best to end together, so that we might begin again together. Brave old Horace, he said affectionately, the tears starting to his grey eyes. Well, never mind all that, I broke in. You see, you were right when you said that we should get through, and we have, now for your tale. It is interesting, but not very long, he answered, colouring. I went to sleep, and when I woke, I was to find a beautiful woman leaning over me, and Horace, at first I thought that it was, you know who, and that she kissed me, but perhaps it was all a dream. It was no dream, I answered, I saw it. I'm sorry to hear it, very sorry. At any rate, there was the beautiful woman, the Kanya, for I saw her plenty of times afterwards, and talked to her in my best modern Greek, by the way. Asha knew the old Greek, that's curious. She knew several of the ancient times, and so did other people. Go on. Well, she nursed me very kindly, but so far as I know, until last night there was nothing more affectionate, and I had sense enough to refuse to talk about our somewhat eventful past. I pretended not to understand, said that we were explorers, etc., and kept asking her where you were, for I forgot to say I found that you had gone. I think that she grew rather angry with me, for she wanted to know something, and, as you can guess, I wanted to know a good deal, but I could get nothing out of her except that she was the Kanya, a person in authority. There was no doubt about that, for when one of those slaves or servants came in and interrupted her while she was trying to draw the facts out of me, she called to some of her people to throw him out of the window, and he only saved himself by going down the stairs very quickly. Well, I could make nothing of her, and she could make little of me, though why she should be so tenderly interested in a stranger, I do not know, unless, unless, oh, who is she horrors? If you will go on, I will tell you what I think presently. One tale at a time. Very good. I got quite well and strong, comparatively speaking, till the climax last night which upset me again. After that old prophet Simbri had brought me my supper, just as I was thinking of going to sleep, the Kanya came in alone, dressed like a queen. I can tell you, she looked really royal, like a princess in a fairy book with a crown on, and her chestnut black hair flowing round her. Well horrors, then she began to make love to me in a refined sort of way, or so I thought, looked at me and sighed, saying that we had known each other in the past. Very well indeed, I gathered, and implying that she wished to continue our friendship. I fenced with her as best I could, but a man feels fairly helpless lying on his back, with a very handsome and very imperial looking lady standing over him, and paying him compliments. The end of it was that, driven to it by her questions and to stop that sort of thing, I told her that I was looking for my wife, whom I had lost, for after all, Asha is my wife for us. She smiled and suggested that I need not look far, in short, that the lost wife was already found in herself, who had come to save me from death in the river. Indeed, she spoke with such conviction that I grew sure that she was not merely amusing herself, and felt very much inclined to believe her, for after all, Asha may be changed now. Then, while I was at my wit's end, I remembered the lock of hair, all that reminds to us of her, and Leo touched his breast. I drew it out and compared it with the carnias, and at the sight of it she became quite different, jealous, I suppose, for it is longer than hers, and not in the least like.  It turned it black, all the bad in her came out. In her anger her voice sounded coarse. Yes, she grew almost vulgar, and as you know, when Asha was in a rage she might be wicked, as we understand it, and was certainly terrible, but she was never either coarse or vulgar any more than lightning is. Well, from that moment I was sure that whoever this carnia may be, she had nothing to do with Asha, they are so different that they never could have been the same, like the hair. So I lay quiet and let her talk, and coax and threaten on, until at length she drew herself up and marched from the room, and I heard her lock the door behind her. That's all I have to tell you, and quite enough to, for I don't think that a carnia has done with me, and to say the truth, I'm afraid of her. Yes, I said, quite enough. Now sit still, and don't start or talk loud, for that stairsman is probably a spy, and I can feel old Simbriss I fixed upon our backs. Don't interrupt either, for our time alone might be short. Then I set to work and told him everything I knew, while he listened in blank astonishment. Great heavens, what a tale he exclaimed as I finished. Now, who is this Isiah who sent the letter from the mountain? And who, who is the carnia? Who does your instinct tell you that she is, Leo? Amenartas, he whispered doubtfully. The woman who wrote the sherd, whom Asha said was the Egyptian princess? My wife, two thousand years ago. Amenartas reborn? I nodded. I think so. Why not? As I have told you again and again, it has always been certain of one thing, that if we were allowed to see the next act of the piece, we should find Amenartas, or rather the spirit of Amenartas, playing a leading part in it. You will remember I wrote as much in that record. If the old Buddhist monk Ku'en could remember his past, as thousands of them swear that they do, and be sure of his identity continued from the past, why should not this woman, with so much at stake, helped as she is by the wizarder of the shaman, her uncle, faintly remember her hers? At any rate, Leo, why should she not still be sufficiently under its influence to cause her, without any fault or seeking of her own, to fall madly in love at first sight with a man whom, after all, she has always loved? The argument seems sound enough for us, and if so, I am sorry for the carnia, who hasn't much choice in the matter, been forced into it, so to speak. Yes, but meanwhile your foot is in a trap again. Guard yourself, Leo, guard yourself. I believe that this is a trial sent to you, and doubtless there will be more to follow. But I believe also that it would be better for you to die than to make any mistake. I know it well, he answered, and you need not be afraid. Whatever this carnia may have been to me in the past, if she was anything at all, that story is done with. I seek Asha and Asha alone, and Venus herself shall not tempt me from her. Then we began to speak with hope and fear of that mysterious Hesea, who had sent the letter from the mountain, commanding the shaman Simbri to meet us. The priestess, or spirit, whom he declared, was mighty from old, and had servants in the earth and air. Presently the prow of our barge bumped against the bank of the river, and, looking round, I saw that Simbri had left the boat in which he sat, and was preparing to enter ours. This he did, and placing himself gravely on a seat in front of us, explained that nightfall was coming on, and he wished to give us his company and protection through the dark. And to see that we do not give him the slip in it, mother Leo. Then the drivers whipped up their ponies, and we went on again. Look behind you, said Simbri, presently, and you will see the city where you will sleep tonight. We turned ourselves, and there, about ten miles away, perceived a flat-roof town of considerable, though not of very great size. Its position was good, for it was set upon a large island that stood a hundred feet or more of the level of the plain. The river dividing into two branches at the foot of it, and, as we discovered afterwards, uniting again beyond. The vast moan upon which this city was built had the appearance of being artificial, but very possibly the soil where it was formed had been washed up in past ages during the times of flood, so that from a mud bank in the centre of the broad river it grew by degrees to its present proportions. With the exception of a collumed and towered edifice that crowned the city and seemed to be encircled by gardens, we could see no great buildings in the place. How is the city named, asked Leo of Simbri. Calun, he answered, as was all this land even when my forefathers, the conquerors, marched across the mountains and took it more than two thousand years ago. They kept the ancient title, but the territory of the mountain they called Hesse because they said that the loop upon Yonder Peak was the symbol of a goddess of this name whom their general worshipped. Priests still live there? Do they not? said Leo, trying in his turn to extract the truth. Yes, and priests also. The college of them was established by the conquerors who subdued all the land, or rather it took the place of another college of those who fashioned the sanctuary and the temple, which is the fire in the mountain as it is that of the people of Calun today. Then who is worshipped there now? The goddess Hesse, it is said, but we know little of the matter for between us and the mountain fork there has been enmity for ages. They kill us and we kill them for they are jealous of their shrine which none may visit say by permission to consult the oracle and to make prayer or offering in times of calamity when a carn dies or the waters of the river sing and the crops fail or when ashes fall and earthquakes shake the land or great sickness comes. Otherwise unless they attack us we leave them alone for though every man is trained to arms and can fight if need be we are a peaceful fork who cultivate the soil from generation to generation and thus grow rich. We stood up in the boat and gazed about us at the pastoral prospect. Everywhere appeared herds of cattle feeding upon meadowlands or troops or mules and horses or square fields sewn with corn and outlined by trees. Village fork also clad in long grey gowns were laboring on the land or their day's toil finished driving their beasts homewards along roads built upon the banks of the irrigation dikes towards the hamlets that were placed on rising knolls amidst tall poplar grooves. In its sharp contrast with the arid deserts and fearful mountains amongst which we had wandered for so many years this country struck us as most charming and indeed seen by the red light of the singing sun on that spring day even as beautiful with the same kind of beauty which is to be found in Holland. One could understand too that these landowners and peasant farmers would by choice be men of peace and what a temptation their wealth must offer to the hungry half-savage tribes of the mountains. Also it was easy to guess when the survivors of Alexander's legions under their Egyptian general burst through the iron band of snow-clad hills and saw this sweet country with its homes, its herds and its ripening grass with one voice we will march and fight and toil no more here we will sit us down to live and die thus doubtless they did taking them wives from among the women of the people of the land which they had conquered perhaps after a single battle. Now as the light faded the rest of smoke which hung over the distant fire mountain began to glow luridly from where the darkness gathered till at length they seemed to be charged with pulsing sheets of flame propelled from the womb of the volcano which through piercing beams of light through the eye of the giant loop that crowned its brow Far, far fled those beams making a bright path across the land and striking the white crests of the bordering wall of mountains high in the air ran that path over the dim roofs of the city of Cologne and over the river yes, straight above us over the mountains and doubtless though there we could not follow them across the desert to that high eminence on its farther side where we had lain bathed in their regions. It was a wondrous and most impressive sight one too that filled our companion with fear for the stairsmen in our boats and the drivers on the towing path groaned aloud and began to utter prayers What do they say? asked Leo of Simbri They say, Lord, that the spirit of the mountain is angry and passes down yonder flying light that is called the road of Hes to work some evil to our land therefore they pray her not to destroy them Then does that light not always shine thus? he asked again Nay, but seldom once about three months ago and now tonight let us pray that it portends no misfortune to Cologne and its inhabitants for some minutes this fearsome illumination continued then it ceased as suddenly as it had begun and there remained of it only the dull glow about the crest of the peak presently the moon rose a white shining ball and by its trace we perceived that we drew near to the city but there was still something left for us to see therefore we reached its shelter while we sat quietly in the boat for the silence was broken only by the lapping of the still waters against its sides and the occasional splash of the slackened tow line upon their surface we heard a distant sound as of a hunt in full cry nearer and nearer it came its volume swelling every moment till it was quite close at last now echoing from the trodden earth of the towing path not that on which our ponies traveled but the other on the west bank covered the river was heard the beat of the hooves of a horse galloping furiously presently it appeared a fine white animal on the back of which sat a man it passed us like a flash but as he went by the man lifted himself and turned his head so that we saw his face in the moonlight saw also the agony of fear that was written on it and in his size he had come out of the darkness he was gone into the darkness but after him swelled that awful music look a dog appeared a huge red dog that dropped his foaming muscle to the grounds as it galloped then lifted it and uttered a deep throated bell-like bay others followed and yet others in all there must have been a hundred of them everyone baying as it took the scent the death hounds I muttered by the arm yes he answered they are running that poor devil here comes the huntsman as he spoke there appeared a second figure splendidly amounted a cloak streaming from his shoulders and in his hand a long whip which he waved he was big but loosely jointed and as he passed he turned his face also and we saw that it was that of a madman there could be no doubt of it he was hollow eyes and rang in that savage screeching laugh the Khan said Simbri bowing and I could see that he was afraid now he too was gone and after him came his guards I counted eight of them all carrying whips with which they flogged their horses what does this mean friend Simbri I asked as the sounds grew faint in the distance it means friend holly he answered that the Khan does justice in his own fashion hunting the to death one that has angered him what then is his crime and who is that poor man he is a great lord of this land one of the royal kinsmen and the crime for which he has been condemned is that he told the kanya he loved her and offered to make war upon her husband and kill him he promised herself to him in marriage but she hated the man as she hates all men and brought the matter before the Khan that is all the story happy is that prince who has so virtuous a wife I could not help saying anxiously but without meaning and the old wretch of a shaman turned his head at my words and began to stroke his white beard it was but a little while afterwards that once more we heard the baying of the deathhounds yes they were heading straight for us this time across country again the white horse and its rider appeared utterly exhausted both of them for the poor beast could scarcely struggle onto the towing path as it gained it a great red hound with a black ear gripped its flank and at the touch of the fangs it screamed aloud in terror as only a horse can the rider sprang from his back and to her horror ran to the river's edge thinking evidently to take refuge in our boat but before ever he reached the water the devilish brutes were upon him what followed I will not describe but never shall I forget the scene of those two heaps of worrying and wolves and of the maniac Khan who yelled in his fiendish joy and cheered on his deathhounds to finish their red work End of chapter 8 of Asha the Return of She by H. 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Rider Haggard Asha the Return of She Chapter 9 The Court of Cologne Horrified sick at heart we continued our journey no wonder that the Kanya hated such a mad despot and this woman was in love with Leo and this lunatic Khan her husband was a victim to jealousy which he avenged after the very unpleasant fashion that we had witnessed truly an agreeable prospect for all of us yet I could not help reflecting as an object lesson that Horrid Seen had its advantages now we reached the place where the river forked at the end of the island and disembarked upon a cave here a guard of men commanded by some household officers was waiting to receive us they led us through a gate in the high wall for the town was fortified up a narrow stone paved street which ran between houses apparently of the usual Central Asian type and so far as I could judge by moonlight with no pretensions to architectural beauty and not large in size clearly our arrival was expected an excited interest for people were gathered in knots about the street to watch us pass also the windows of the houses and even on their flatrues at the top of the long street we sought a marketplace crossing which accompanied by a curious crowd who made remarks about us that we could not understand we reached a gate in an inner wall here we were challenged but at a word from Simbri it opened and we passed through to find ourselves in gardens following a road or drive we came to a large rambling house or palace surmounted by high towers and very solidly built of stone we bastard Egyptian style beyond its doorway we found ourselves in a courtyard surrounded by kind of veranda from which short passages led to different rooms down one of these passages we were conducted by the officer to an apartment or rather suite consisting of a sitting and two bed chambers which were paneled, richly furnished in rather barbaric fashion and well lighted with primitive oil lamps here Simbri left us saying that the officer would wait in the outer room to conduct us to the dining hall as soon as we were ready then we entered the bed chambers where we found servants or slaves quiet-mannered obsequious men these valets changed our foot gear and taking off our heavy traveling robes replaced them with others fashioned like civilized frock coats but made of some white material and trimmed with a beautiful ermine fur having dressed us in these they bowed to show that our toilet was finished and led us to the large outer room where the officer awaited us he conducted us through several other rooms all of them spacious and apparently unoccupied to a great hall lit with many lamps and warmed for the nights were still cold with large pit fires the roof of this hall was flat ported by thick stone columns with carved capitals and its walls were hung with work tapestries that gave it an air of considerable comfort at the head of the hall on a dais stood a long narrow table spread with the cloth and set with platters and cups of silver here we waited till butlers with ones appeared through some curtains which they drew then came a man beating a silver gong and after him a dozen or more quarters all dressed in white robes like ourselves followed by perhaps as many ladies some other young and good looking and for the most part of a fair type with well cut features though others were rather yellow skinned they bowed to us and weed to them then there was a pause while we studied one another till a trumpet blew and heralded by footmen in a kind of yellow livery two figures were seen advancing down the passage beyond the curtains preceded by the Shaman Simbri and followed by other officers they were the Khan and the Kanya of Kallun no one looking at this Khan as he entered his dining hall clad in festal white attire would have imagined him to be the same raving human brute whom we had just seen urging on his devilish hounds to tear a fellow creature and a helpless horse to fragments and devour them he seemed a heavy, lautish man very strongly built and not ill looking but with shifty eyes evidently a person of dull intellect whom one would have thought incapable of keen emotions of any kind the Kanya need not be described she was as she had been in the chambers of the gate only more weary looking indeed her eyes had a haunted air and it was easy to see that the events of the previous night had lift their mark upon our mind at the sight of us she flushed a little then beckoned to us to advance and said to her husband my lord these are the strangers of whom I have told you his dull eyes fell upon me first and my appearance seemed to amuse him vaguely at any rate he laughed rudely saying in barbarous greek mixed with words from the local patuas what a curious old animal I have never seen you before have I no great Khan I answered but I have seen you out hunting this night did you have good sport instantly he became wide awake and answered rubbing his hands excellent he gave us a fine run but my little dog caught him at last and then and he snapped his powerful jaws together cease your brutal talk broke in his wife fiercely and he slunk away from her and in so doing stumbled against Leo was waiting to be presented to him the sight of this great golden bearded man seemed to astonish him for he stared at him then asked are you the karnia's other friend whom she went to see in the mountains of the gate then I could not understand why she took so much trouble but now I do well be careful or I shall have to hunt you also now Leo grew angry and was about to reply but I laid my hand upon his arm and said in English don't answer the man is mad bad you mean grumbled Leo and if he tries to set his cursed dogs on me I will break his neck then the karnia motioned to Leo to take a seat beside her placing me upon her other hand between herself and her uncle the guardian while the karn shuffled to a chair a little way down the table where he called to the British ladies to keep him company such was our introduction to the court of Cologne as for the meal that followed it was very plentiful but coarse consisting for the most part of fish, mutton and sweet meats all of them presented upon huge silver platters also much strong drink was served a kind of spirit distilled from grain a which nearly all present drank more than was good for them after a few words to me about our journey the karnia turned to Leo and talked to him for the rest of the evening while I devoted myself to the old Shaman Simbri put briefly the substance of what I learned from him then and afterwards was as follows trade was unknown to the people of Cologne for the reason that all communication with the south had been cut off for ages the bridges that once existed of the chas having been allowed to rot away their land which was very large and densely inhabited was drained round with unclimbable mountains except to the north where stood the great fire peak the slopes of this peak an unvisited expanse of country behind that were the home of ferocious mountain tribes untameable highlanders who killed every stranger they caught consequently although the precious and other metals were mined to a certain extent and manufactured into articles of use and ornament money did not exist among the people either of the plane or of the mountain all business being transacted on the principle of barter than the revenue collected in kind amongst the tenths thousands of the aborigines of Cologne dwelt a mere handful of a ruling class who were said to be and probably were descended from the conquerors that appeared in the time of Alexander their blood however was now much mixed with that of the first inhabitants who to judge from their appearance and the yell of you or their descendants must have belonged to some branch of the great tartar race the government if so it could be called was on the whole of a mild though of a very despotic nature invested in a hereditary Khan or Kanya according as a man or a woman might be in the most direct ascent of religions there were two that of the people who worshiped the spirit of the fire mountain and that of the rulers who believed in magic ghosts and divinations even this shadow of a religion if so it can be called was dying out like its followers for generation by generation the white lords grew less in number or became a sword in the bulk of the people still the rule was tolerated I asked Simri why seeing that they were so few he shrugged his shoulders and answered because it suited the country of which the religious had no ambition moreover the present Kanya our hostess was the last of the direct line of rulers her husband and cousin having lesser the blood royal in his beans and as such the people were attached to her also as is commonly the case with bold and beautiful women she was popular among them especially as she was just and very liberal to the poor these were many as the country isolated which accounted for its wonderful state of cultivation lastly they trusted to her skill and courage to defend them from the continual attacks of the mountain tribes who raided their crops and herds their one grievance against her was that she had no child to whom the conship could descend which meant that after her death as had happened after that of her father there would be struggles for the succession added simbri with meaning and glancing at Lee or out of the corners of his eyes the forks say openly that it would be a good thing if the Khan who oppresses them and whom they hate should die so that the Kanya might take another husband while she is still young although he is mad he knows this and that is why he is so jealous of any lord who looks at her as friend Holly you saw tonight for should such and one gain her favor Rassan thinks that it would mean his death also he may be attached to his wife I suggested speaking in a whisper perhaps so answered simbri but if so she loves not him nor any of these men and he glanced round the hall certainly they did not look lovable for by this time most of them were half drunk while even the women seemed to have taken as much as was good for them the Khan himself presented a sorry spectacle for he was leaning back in his chair shouting something about his hunting in a thick voice the armor one of his pretty companions was round his neck while the other gave him to drink from a gold cup some of the contents of which had been spilled down his white robe just then a teenie looked round and saw him and an expression and contempt gathered on her beautiful face see I heard her say to Leo see the companion of my days and learn what it is to be kanya of kaloon then why do you not cleanse your court he asked because lord if I do there would be no court left swine will to their mire and these men and women who live in idleness upon the toil of the humble fork will to their liquor and vile luxury well the end is near for it is killing them and their children are but few weakly also for the ancient blood grows thin and stale but you are weary and would rest tomorrow we will ride together and calling to an officer she bade him conduct us to our rooms so we rose and accompanied by simbri bowed to her and went she standing gazing after us a royal and pathetic figure in the midst of all that dissolute revelry the carn rose also and in his cunning fashion understood something of the meaning of it all you think us gay shouted and why should we not be who do not know how long we have to live but you jello head fellow you must not let a teeny look at you like that I tell you is my wife and if you do I shall certainly have to hunt you at this drunken sally the courteous roared we laughter but taking leo by the arm simbri hurried him from the hall friend said leo when we were outside it seems to me that this carn of yours threatens my life have no fear lord answered the guardian so long as the carnia does not threaten it you are safe she is the real ruler of this land and I stand next to her then I pray you said leo keep me out of the way of that drunken man for look you if I am attacked I defend myself and who can blame you simbri replied with one of his slow mysterious smiles then we parted and having placed both our beds in one chamber slept soundly enough for we were very tired till we were awakened in the morning by the baying of those horrible death hounds being fed I suppose in a place nearby now in this city of cologne it was our weary destiny to dwell for three long months one of the most hateful times perhaps that we ever passed in all our lives indeed compared to it our endless wanderings amid the central Asia those and deserts were but pleasure pilgrimages and our stay at the monastery beyond the mountains as a shern in paradise to set out its record in full would be both tedious and useless so I will only tell briefly of our principle adventures on the morrow of our arrival the carnia sent us two beautiful white horses of pure and ancient blood and at noon visited them and went out to ride with her accompanied by a guard of soldiers first she led us to the kennels where the death hounds were kept great flagged courts surrounded by iron bars in which were narrow locked gates never had I seen broods so large and fierce the mastiffs of tibets were but as lap dogs compared to them they were red and black smooth coated and with a bloodhound head and the sauce they came ravening and leaping at the bars as an angry wave leaps against a rock these hounds were in the charge of men of certain families who had tended them for generations they obeyed their keepers and the con readily enough but no stranger might venture near them also these broods were the executioners of the land for to them all murderers and other criminals were thrown and with them as seen the con hunted any who had incurred his displeasure moreover they were used for a more innocent purpose the chasing of certain great bucks which were preserved in woods and swamps of reeds thus it came about that they were a terror to the country since no man knew but what in the end he might be devoured by them going to the dogs is a term full of meaning in any land but in cologne it had a significance terrible after we had looked at the hounds not without a prophetic shudder we rode around the walls of the town which were laid out as a kind of boulevard where the inhabitants walked and took their pleasure in the evenings on these however there was not much to see except the river benes and the plain beyond moreover though they were thick and high there were places in them that must be passed carefully for like everything else with which the if it ruling class had to do they had been allowed to fall into disrepair the town itself was an uninteresting place also for the most part people by hangers on of the court so we were not sorry when we crossed the river by a high pitch bridge where in days to come I was destined to behold one of the strangest sites ever seen by mortal man and rode out into the country here all was different for we found ourselves among the husband men who were the descendants of the original owners of the land and lived upon its produce every available inch of soil seemed to be cultivated by the aid of a wonderful system of irrigation indeed water was lifted to levels where it would not flow naturally by means of wheels turned with mules or even in some places carried up by the women who wore pools on their shoulders to which were balanced buckets Leo asked the Kanya what happened if there was a bad season she replied grimly that famine happened in which thousands of people perished and that after the famine came pestilence these famines were periodical and where it not for them she added the people would long ago have been driven to kill each other like hungry rats since having no outlet and increasing so rapidly the land large as it was could not hold them all will this be a good year I asked it is feared not she answered for the river has not risen well and but few rains have fallen also the light that shone last night on the fire mountain is thought a bad omen which means they say that the spirit of the mountain is angry and that draft will follow let us hope they will not say also that this is because strangers with them bad luck if so said Leo with a laugh we shall have to fly to the mountain to take refuge there do you then wish to take refuge in death she asked darkly of this be sure my guests that never while I live shall you be allowed to cross the river which borders the slopes of yonder peak why not Kanya because my lord Leo that is your name is it not such is my will and while I rule here my will is slow come let us turn home words that night we did not eat in the great hall but in the room which had joined our bed chambers we were not left alone however for the Kanya and her uncle the shaman who always attended her joined our meal when we greeted them wondering she said briefly that it was arranged thus because she refused to expose us to more insults she added that a festival had begun which would last for a week and that she did not wish us to see how while were the ways of our people that evening and many others which followed it we never dined in the central hall again past pleasantly enough for the Kanya made Leo tell her of England when he was born and of the lands that he had visited their peoples and customs also the history of Alexander whose general Rasen her far of forefather conquered the country of Cologne and of the land of Egypt whence the latter came and so it went on till midnight while Athena listened to us greedily her eyes fixed always on Leo's face many such nights did we spend thus in the palace of the city of Cologne where in fact we were close prisoners but oh the days were very heavy on our hands if we went into the courtyard or reception rooms of the palace the lords and their followers gathered round us and pestered us with questions for being very idle they were also very curious also the women some of whom were fair enough began to talk to us on this pretext or on that and did their best to make love to Leo for in contrast with their slim delicate looking men found this deep-chested yellow head stranger to their taste indeed they troubled him much with gifts of flowers and messages sent by servants or soldiers making assignations with him which of course he did not keep if we were out into the streets matters were as bad for then the people ceased from their business such as it was and followed us about staring at us till we took refuge again in the palace gardens there remained therefore only our rides in the country with the Kanya but after three or four of them these came to an end owing to the jealousy of the Khan who vowed that if we went out together any more he would follow with the death hounds so we must ride alone if at all in the center of a large guard of soldiers sent to see that we did not attempt to escape and accompanied very often peasants who with threats and entreaties demanded that we should give back the rain which they said we had taken from them for now the great draft had begun in earnest thus it came about that at length our only resource was making pretends to fish in the river where the water was so clear and low that we could catch nothing watching the wild fire mountain that looned in the distance mysterious and unreachable mainly racking our brains for plans to escape the other or at least to communicate with this priestess of whom we could learn no more for two great burdens lay upon our souls the burden of desire to continue our search and to meet with this reward which we were sure that we would pluck amid the snows of Jonder Peak if we could but come there and the burden of approaching catastrophe at the hands of the Kanya she had made no love to Leo since that night in the gateway and indeed even if she had wished to this would have been difficult since I took care that he was never left for one hour alone no duena could have clung to Spanish princess more closely than I did to Leo yet I could see well that her passion was no wit abated that it grew day by day indeed as the fire swells in the heart of a volcano and that soon it must break loose and spread its ruin round the omen of it was to be read in her words, her gestures and her tragic eyes End of chapter 9 of H. Ryder Haggard Asha the Return of She Read by Losh Rolander Chapter 10 of Aisha the Return of She This is the LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Kristine Aisha the Return of She by H. Ryder Haggard Chapter 10 in the Shamans chamber One night Simbri asked us to dine with him in his own apartments in the highest tower of the palace. Had we but known it, for us a fateful place indeed, for here is the last act of the mighty drama was destined to be fulfilled. So we went, glad enough of any change. When we had eaten, Leo grew very thoughtful, then said suddenly, Friend Simbri, I wish to ask a favor of you, that you will beg the Kania to let us go our ways. Instantly the shaman's cunning odd face became like a mask of ivory. Surely you had better ask your favors of the lady herself, Lord. I do not think that any in reason will be refused to you, he replied. Let us stop fencing, said Leo, and consider the facts. It has seemed to me that the Kania Atin is not happy with her husband. Your eyes are very keen, Lord, and who shall say that they have deceived you? It has seemed further, went on Leo, reddening, that she has been so good as to look on me with some undeserved regard. Perhaps you suggest that in the gatehouse yonder, if you have not forgotten what most men would remember. I remember certain things, Simbri, that have to do with her anew. The shaman only stokes his bird and said, Proceed. There is little to add, Simbri, except that I am not meant-minded to bring scandal on the name of the first lady in your land. Nobly said, Lord, nobly said, though her say, do not travel much about such things. But how, if the matter could be managed without scandal? If, for instance, the Kania choose to take another husband, the whole land would rejoice, for she is the last of her royal race. How can she take another husband when she has one living? True. Indeed, that is a question which I have considered. But the answer to it is that men die.  You mean that men can be murdered, said Leo angrily. Well, I will have nothing to do with such a crime, do you understand me? As the words passed his lips, I heard a rustle and turned my head. Behind us were curtains, beyond which the shaman slept, kept his instruments of divination and worked out his horoscopes. Now they had been drawn, and between them, in her royal arrays, stood the Kania still a statue. Who was it that spoke of crime? She asked in a cold voice. Was it you, my lord Leo? Rising from his chair, he faced her and said, Lady, I am glad that you have heard my words, even if they should vex you. Why should it vex me to learn that there is one honest man in this court, who will have nothing to do with murder? Nay, I honor you for those words. No else so that no such false oaths have come near to me. Yet, Leo Vinci, that which is written, is written. Doubtless Kania, but what is written? Tell him, shaman. Now Simbri passed behind the curtain and returned sense, with a roll from which he read. The heavens have declared by their signs infallible that, before the next new moon, the Khan Rasen will lie dead at the hands of the stranger lord, who came to this country from across the mountains. Then the heavens have declared a lie, said Leo contemptuously. That is as you will, answered Atine, but so I must befall, not by my hand or those of my servants, but by yours. And then? Why by mine? Why not by hollies? Yet, if so, then doubtless I shall suffer the punishment of my crime at the hands of this morning widow, he replied, exasperated. You are pleased to mock me, Leo Vinci, while knowing what husband this man is to me. Now I felt that the crisis had come, and so did Leo, for he looked her in the face and said, Speak on, lady, say all your wish, perhaps it will be better for us both. I obey you, lord. Of the beginning of this fate I know nothing, but I read from the first page that is open to me. It has to do with the present life of mine. Learn, Leo Vinci, that from my childhood onwards you have haunted me. Oh, when first I saw you yonder by the river, your face was not strange to me, for I knew it. I knew it well in dreams. When I was a little maid and slept one day amidst the flowers by the river's brim, it came first to me. Ask my uncle here if this be not so, though it is true that your face was younger then. Afterwards again and again I saw it in my sleep, and learned to know that you were mine, for the magic of my heart taught me this. Then passed the long years, while I felt that you were drawing near to me, slowly, worry slowly, but ever drawing nearer, wending onward and outward through the peoples of the world, across the hills, across the plains, across the sands, across the snows, on to my side. At length came the end, for one night not three months ago, whilst this wise man, my uncle, and I sat together here studying the lore, that he has taught me and striving to bring its secrets from the past. A vision came to me. Look you, I was lost in a charmed sleep, which loses the spirit from the body and gives its strength to stray afar, and to see those things that have been, and that are yet to be. Then I saw you and your companion clinging to a point of broken eyes, over the river of the gulf. I do not lie, it is written here upon the scroll. Yes, it was you, the man of my dreams, and no other, and we knew the place and hurried thither and waited by the water, thinking that perhaps beneath it you lie dead. Then, while we waited, lo, two tiny figures appeared far above upon the icy tongue, that no man may climb, and oh, you know the rest. Spellbound we stood and saw you slip and hang, saw you severe the sin chord and rush downwards. Yes, and thought the brave man, holy, leap headlong after you. But mine was the hand that drew you from the torrent, where otherwise you must have drowned. Use the love of the long past, and of today, I, and of all time. Yes, you and no other, Leo Vinci. It was the spirit that foresaw your danger, and this hand which delivered you from death, and would you refuse then now, when I, the honey of Caloon, prefer them to you. So she spoke, and leaned upon the table, looking up into his face with lips that trembled and with appealing eyes. Lady, said Leo, you saved me, and again I thank you, though perhaps it would have been better if you had let me down. But forgive me the question, if all this tale be true, why did you marry another man? Now she's wrang back as though a knife had bricked her. Oh, blame me not, she moaned. It was but policy which bound me to his this madman, whom I ever loathed.  That I was the last of the true race, moreover, which must be carried on, saying also that my dreams and my remembrance were but thick fantasies. So, alas, alas, I yielded, thinking to make my people great. And yourself the greatest of them, if all I hear is true, commented Leo bluntly, for he was determined to end this thing. Well, I do not blame you, Kania, although now you tell me that I must cut a knot you tied by taking the life of this husband of your own choice. For so for sooth it is decreed by fate, that fate which you have shaped. Yes, I must do what you will not do and kill him. Also your tale of the decree of the heavens, and of that vision which led you to the precipice to save us is false.  Hell, no use that, Ateen said, springing up and facing him, while the jaw of old sin redrapped, and the eyelids blinked over his glanced eyes. In the same way, that I know much else, lady, it would have been better if you had spoken all the truth. Now Ateen's face where Ashen and her cheeks sank in.  Was it you, magician? And she turned upon her uncle like a snake about to strike. Oh, if so be sure that I shall learn it, and though we are of one blood, and have loved each other, I will pay you back in agony. Ateen, Ateen, Simbri broke in, holding up his claw-like hands. You know well, it was not I.   Well, that thought can be remedied. Lady, I said blindly, am I also a magician? I, she answered, I think that you are, and that you have a mistress who dwells in fire. Then Kania, I said, such servants and such mistresses are ill to meddle with. Say, what answer has Ahesia sent to your report of our coming to this land? Listen, broke in Leo, before she could reply. I go to ask a certain question of the oracle on Yonder Mountain Peak. With your will or without it I tell you that I go, and afterwards you can settle which is the stronger, the Kania of Caloon or the Hesse of the House of Fire. Ateen listened, and for a while stood silent, perhaps because she had no answer. Then she said with a little laugh, is that your will? Well, I think that Yonder are none whom you would wish to wed. There is fire and despair, but no lovely, shameless spirit hounds it to drive men mad with evil longings. And as though at some secret's out, a spasm of pain crossed her face and hot her breath. Then she went on in the same cold voice. Wanderers, this land has its secrets, into which no foreigner must pry. I say to you yet again, that while I live you set no food upon that mountain. Know also, Leo Vinci, I have bared my heart to you, and I have been told in answers that this long quest of yours is not for me, as I was sure in my folly. But as I think, for some demon wearing the shape of woman, whom you will never find. Now I make no prayer to you. It is not fitting, but you have learned too much. Therefore, consider well to-night, and before next sundown, answer. Having offered, I do not go back, and to-morrow you shall tell me whether you will take me, when the time comes, as come it must, and rule this land, and be great and happy in my love, or whether you and your familiar together, you will die. Choose then, between the vengeance of Atin and her love. Since I am not minded to be mocked in my own land, as Avantin, who sought a stranger, and was refused. Slowly, slowly, in an intense whisper, she spoke the words, that twirl one by one from her lips lay drops of blood from a death-bound, and there followed silence. Never shall I forget the scene. There the old wizard watched as through his horny eyes, that blinked like so of some night-bird.  There, facing her, was the great form of Leo, quiet, alert, determined, holding back his doubts and fears, with the iron hand of will. And there to the right was I, noting all things and wondering how long I, the familiar, who had earned Atin's hate, would be left alive upon the earth. Thus we stood, watching each other, till suddenly I noted that the flame of the lamp above us flickered and felt a draught strike upon my face. Then I looked round and became aware of others' presence. For yonder in the shadow showed the tall form of a man. See, it shumbled forward silently, and I saw that its feet were naked. Now it reached the ring of the lamp-light and burst into a savage laugh. It was the Khan. Atin, his wife, looked up and saw him, and never did I admire the passionate woman's boldness more, who admired little else about her, save her beauty. For her face showed neither anger nor fear, but contempt only. And yet she had some cause to be afraid, as she well knew. What do you hear, Ressen?   But he still laughed on, and Hyena laughed. What have you heard, she said, that makes you so merry? What have I heard? Ressen girl got out between his screams of hideous glee. Oh, I have heard the Hyena, the last of the true blood, the first in the land, the proud princess who will not let her robes be soiled by those of the ladies of the court, and my wife, my wife, who asked me to marry her. Mark that, you strangers, because I was her cousin and the rival ruler, and the richest lord in all the land. And thereby she thought she would increase her power. I have heard her offer herself to a nameless wanderer with a great yellow beard, and I have heard him, who hates and would escape from her. Her he screamed with slaughter, refuse her in such a fashion as I would not refuse the lowest woman in the palace. I have heard also, but that I always knew, that I am mad. For, strangers, I was made mad by a hate-filter which set all dread, and he pointed to Simbri, gave me in my drink. Yes, at my marriage feast. It worked well, for truly there is no one whom I hate more than the Kania Atin. Why, I cannot bear her touch, it makes me sick. I love to be in the same room with her. She taints the air. There is a smell of sorceries about her. It seems that it takes you of us also, yellow beard. Well, if so, ask the old red for a love-drink. He can mix it, and then you will sing her sweet and sound and fair, and spend some few months jolly enough. Man, don't be a fool, the cup that is thrust into your hands looks godly. Drink, drink deep. You'll never guess the liquor is bad, till tomorrow, though it be mixed with a husband's poisoned blood. And again Rassan screamed in his unholy mirth. To all these bitter insults, whenom'd with the stink of truth, Atin listened without a word. Then she turned to us and bowed. My guests, she said, I pray you pardon me for all I cannot help. You have strayed to a corrupt and evil land, and there stands its crown and floor. Can't Rassan, your doom is written, and I do not hasten it, because once for a little while we were near to each other. Though you have been naught to me for this many a year, save a snake that hounds my house. Were it otherwise, the next cup your drink should steal your madness, and that wild tongue of yours, which gives its venom voice. My uncle, come with me. Your hand, for I grow weak with shame and woe.  Then he said, Rassan, I saw you born, the son of an evil woman, and your father none knew but I. The flame flared that night upon the fire mountain, and the stars hit their faces, for none of them would own you. No, not even those of the most evil influence. I saw you wed and rise drunk from your marriage feast. Your arm about a vent and snack. I have seen you rule, wasting the land for your cruel pleasure, turning the fertile fields into great parks for your game, leaving those who tilled them to starve upon the road, or drown themselves in ditches for very misery.  Now I listen to these words, and none who did not hear them can guess the fearful bitterness with which they were spoken. Expecting every moment that the Khan would draw the short sword at his side and cut the old man down. But he did not.  Yes, answering nothing, he shrunk into the corner and covered there, while Simbri, taking a teen by hand, went from the room. At its massive iron-bound door he turned and pointing to the crouching figure with his stuff, said, Khan Rasen, I raised you up, and now I cast you down. Remember me when you lie dying in blood and pain. Sir Foodstips died away, and the Khan crept from his corner, looking about him furtively. Has the rat and the other gone? He asked of us, wiping his damn brow with his sleeve, and I saw that fear had sobered him, and that for a while the madness had left his eyes. I answered that they had gone. You think me a-covered, he went on passionately, and it is true. I am afraid of him and her, as you, yellow beard, will be afraid when your turn comes.  Look you now. Once I was a prince, the lord of half this land, noble of form and upright of heart, and I loved her a cursed beauty, as all must love it, on whom she turns her eyes, and she turns them on me. She sought me in marriage. It was that old rat who bore the message. So I stayed the great war, and married the Kanya, and became the Khan, but better had it been for me, if I had crept into her kitchen as the scullion, than into her chamber as a husband. For from the first she hated me, and the more I loved, the more she hated. Till at our wedding feast she doctored me with that poison which made me love her. And thus divorced us, which made me mad also, eating into my brain like fire. If she hated you so sorely, Khan, I asked, why did she not mix a stronger draught and have done with you? Why, because of policy, for I ruled half the land, because it suited her also that I should live on a thing to mock at, since while I was alive no other husband could be forced upon her by the people. For she is not a woman, she is a witch, who desires to live alone, or so I sought unto tonight. And he lowered at Leon. She knew also that although I must drink for her, I still love her in my heart, and can still be jealous, and therefore that I should protect her from all men. It was she who set me on that lord whom my dogs tore a while ago, because he was powerful and sought her favor, and would not be denied. But now, and again he lowered at Leon, now I know why she has always seemed so cold. It is because there lived a man to melt whose eyes she has bonded her fire. Then Leo, who all this while had stood silent, stepped forward. Listen, Khan, he said, did the ice seem like melting a little while ago? No, unless you lied, but that was only because the fire is not yet hot enough. Wait a while until it burns up and melt you must, for who can match his will against a teeny? And what if the ice desires to flee the fire?  You think that I would rob you of your wife, yet I have no such thought towards her. We desire to escape this town of yours, but cannot, because its gates are locked, and we are prisoners, guarded night and day. Hear me then, you have the power to set us free and to be rid of us. The Khan looked at him cunningly. And if I set you free, whither would you go? You could tumble down yonder gorge, but only the birds can climb its heights. To the fire mountain, where we have business. Rassan stared at him. Is it I who am mad, or are you who wish to visit the fire mountain? Yet that is nothing to me, save that I do not believe you. But if so, you might return again and bring others with you. Perchance, having its lady, you wish this land also by right of conquest. It has falls up yonder. It is not so, answered Leo earnestly, as one mind to another I tell you it is not so. I ask no smile of your wife and no acre of your soil. Be wise and help us to be gone, and live on undisturbed in such fashion as may please you. The Khan stood still a while, swinging his long arms vacantly. Till something seemed to come into his mind that moved him to merriment, for he burst into one of his hideous loves. And thinking, he said, what a teeny would say if she woke up to find her sweet burn flown, she would search for you and be angry with me. It seems that she cannot be angrier than she is, I answered. Give us a night's start and let her search never so closely, she shall not find us. You forget, wanderer, that she and her old rat have arts. Those who knew where to meet you might know where to seek you, and yet it would be rare to see her rage. Oh, Yellowbeard, where are you, Yellowbeard? He went on, mimicking his wife's voice. Come back and let me melt your ice, Yellowbeard. Again he laughed, then said suddenly. When can you be ready? In half an hour, I answered. Good. Go to your chambers and prepare. I will join you there presently. So we went. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 of Aisha, The Return of She This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Kristina Aisha, The Return of She, by A. Trider Haggard Chapter 11 The Hunt and the Kill We reached our rooms, meeting no one in the passages, and there made our preparations. First we changed our crystal robes for those warmer garments, in which we had travelled to the city of Kalloun. Then we ate and drank what we could of the vigchols which stood in the anti-chamber, not knowing when we should find more food, and filled two satchels such as these people slaying about their sorters, with the remains of the meat and liquor, and a few necessaries. Also we strapped our big hunting knives about our middles, and armed ourselves with short spears that were made for the stabbing of game. Perhaps he has laid a plot to murder us, and we may as well defend ourselves while we can, suggested Leo. I noted, for the echoes of the cunt's last love still rang in my ears. It was a very evil love. Likely enough, I said, I do not trust that insane brute, still he wishes to be rid of us. Yes, but as he said, live man may return, whereas the dead do not. A teen thinks otherwise, I'd commented. And yet she threatened us with death, answered Leo. Because her shame and passion make her mad, I replied, for after which we were silent. Presently the door opened, and through it came the cunt, muffled in a great cloak, as though to disguise himself. Come, he said, if you are ready. Then, catching sight of the spears we held, he added, you will not need those things, you do not go hunting. No, I answered, but who can say, we might be hunted. If you believe that, perhaps you had best stay where you are till the cunnier varies of yellow bird and opens the gates for you, he replied, eyeing me with his cunning glance. I think not, I said, and we started, the cunn leading the way and motioning us to be silent. We passed through the empty rooms on to the veranda, and from the veranda down into the courtyard, where he whispered to us to keep in the shadow. For the moon shone very clearly that night, so clearly, I remember that I could see the grass which grew between the joints of the pavement, and the little shadows thrown by each separate blade upon the worn surface of its stones. Now I wondered how we should pass the gate, for there a guard was stationed, which had, of late, been doubled by order of the cunnier. But this gate we left upon our right, taking a path that led into the great vault garden, where Russon brought us to a door hidden behind a clump of shrubs, which he unlocked with the key he carried. Now we were outside the palace wall, and our road run past the canals. As we went by seas, the great sleepless test hounds, that wandered to and fro like rolling lions, caught our wind and burst into a sudden chorus of terrific bays. As you heard at the sound, for it was fearful in that silence, also I thought that it would arouse the keepers. But the cunn went to the bars and showed himself, whereon the brutes, which knew him, seized their noise. Fear not, he said as he returned, the huntsmen know that they are starved tonight, for tomorrow certain criminals will be thrown to them. Now we had reached the palace gates. Here the can bait us hide in an archway and departing. We looked at each other, for the same thought was in both our minds, that he had gone to fetch the murderers, who were to make an end of us. But in this we did him wrong, for presently we heard the sound of horses' hooves upon the stones, and he returned, leading the two white states that Attini had given us. I settled them with my own hands, he whispered, who can do more to speed the parting guest. Now mount, hide your faces in your cloaks as I do and follow me. So we mounted, and he trotted before us like a running footman, such as the great lords of Caloon employed, when they went about their business or their pleasure. Leaving the main street he led us through a quarter of the town that had an evil reputation, and down its churches byways. Here we met a few revelers, while from time to time nightbirds, flitted from the doorways, and, throwing aside their wails, looked at us. But as we made no sign drew back again, thinking that we passed to some assignation. We reached the deserted docks upon the river's edge, and came to a little quay, alongside of which a broad ferry boat was fastened. You must put your horses into it and row across, Rassine said. For the bridges are guarded, and without discovering myself, I cannot bid the soldiers to let you pass. So with some little trouble we urged the horses into the boat, where I held them by their bridles, while Leo took the oars. Now go your ways, accursed wanderers, cried the can, as he searched us from the quay, and praised the spirit of the mountain, that the odd, red, and his pupil, your love, yellow bird, your love, are not watching you in their magic glass, for if so we may meet again. Then as the stream caught us, sweeping the boat out towards the center of the river, he began to laugh that horrible laugh of his, calling after us, ride fast, ride past for safety, strangers, there is death behind. Leo put out his strength and backed water, so that the pond hung upon the edge of the stream. I think that we should do well to land again and kill that man, for he means mischief, he said. He spoke in English, but Rassine must have cooked the ring of his voice, and guessed its meaning with the cunning of the man. At least he shouted, too late, fools. And with a last laugh, turned Ransol swiftly up the quay, that his cloak blew out upon the air behind, and vanished into the shadows at its head. Row on, I said, and Leo bent himself to the oars. But the ferry boat was cumbersome, and the current swift, so that we were swept down a long way before we could cross it. At length we reached still water near the further shore, and, seeing a landing place, managed to beach the pond and to drag our horses to the bank. Then, leaving the craft to drift, for we had no time to scuttle her, we looked to our girth and bridles, and mounted, heading towards the far column of glowing smoke, which showered like a beacon above the summit of the house of fire. At first our progress was very slow, for here there seemed to be no path, and we were obliged to pick our way across the fields, and to search for bridges that spanned such of the water ditches as were too wide for us to jump. More than an hour we spent in this work, till we came to a village where iron none were stirring, and here struck a road which seemed to run towards the mountain, though, as we learned afterwards, it took us very many miles out of our true path. Now, for the first time we were able to counter, and pushed on at some speed, though not too fast, for we wished to spare our horses, and feared least they might fall into uncertain light. A while before dawn the moon sank behind the mountain, and the gloom grew so dense that we were forced to stop, which we did, holding the horses by their bridles, and allowing them to graze, a little on some young corn. Then the sky turned gray, the light faded from the column of smoke that was our guide, the dawn came, blushing red upon the vast snows of the distant peak, and shooting its arrows through the loop above the pillar. We let the horses drink from the channel, that watered the corn, and, mounting them, rode onward slowly. Now with the shadows of the night, a weight of fear seemed to be lifted of our hearts, and we grew hopeful, eye almost joyous. That hated city was behind us, and behind us were the cania with her surging, doom-driven passions, and her stormy loveliness, the wizardry of her horny-eyed mentor, so old in years and secret sin. And the madness of that strange being, half devil, half martyr, at once cruel and uncovered, the can, her husband, and his polluted court. In front lay the fire, the snow and the mystery they hid, sought for so many empty years. Now we would solve it, or we would die. So we pressed forward joyfully to meet our fate, whatever it might be. For many hours our road ran deviously through cultivated land, where the peasants at their labour laid down their tools, and gathered into knots to watch us pass, and quaint, flat-roofed villages, whence the women snatched up their children and fled at the sight of us. They believed us to be lords from the court, who came to work with them some harm in person or in property, and their terror told us, how the country smarted beneath the rod of the oppressor. By midday, although the peaks seemed to be quite little nearer, the character of the land had changed. Now its slope gently upwards, and therefore could not be irrigated. Evidently all this great district was dependent on the fall of timely rains, which had not come that spring. Therefore, although the population was still dense, and every rod of the land was under the plough or spade, the crops were failing. It was pitiful to see the green and eared corn already turning yellow, because of the lack of moisture. The beasts searching the starved pastures for food, and the poor husbandmen wondering about their fields or striving to hoe the iron soil. Here the people seemed to know us, as the two foreigners, whose coming had been noised abroad, and the fear of famine having made them bold, they shouted at us, as we went by to give them back the rain which we had stolen, or so we understood their words. Even the women and the children in the villages prostrated themselves before us, pointing first to the mountain and then to the hard blue sky, and crying to us to send them rain. Once indeed we were threatened by Amab, peasants armed with spades and ripping hooks, who seemed inclined to bear our paths, so that we were obliged to put our horses to a gallop and pass through them with a rush. As we went forward the country grew even more eared and its inhabitants more scarce, till we saw no man save a few wandering herds, who drove their cattle from place to place in search of Preventa. By evening we guessed that we had reached that border tract, which was harried by the mountain tribes, for here strong towers built of stone were dotted about his, doubtless to serve as watch houses or places of refuge. Whether they were garrisoned by soldiers I do not know, but I doubt it, for we so none. It seems probable indeed that these forts were relics of days when the land of Calun was guarded from attack by rulers of a very different character to that of the present Khan and his immediate predecessors. At length even the watchtowers were left behind, and by sundown we found ourselves upon a vast uninhabited plain, where we could see no living thing. Now we made up our minds to rest our horses a while, proposing to push forward again with the moon. For having the wrath of the Khania behind us we did not dare to linger. By this evening doubtless she would have discovered our escape, since before sundown, as she had decreed, Leo must make his choice and give his answer. Then, as we were sure, she would strike swiftly. Perhaps her messengers were already at their work browsing the country to capture us, and her soldiers following on our path. We unsettled the horses and let them refresh themselves by rolling on the sandy soil, and graze after a fashion upon the coarse tufts of withering herbage which grew around. There was no water here, but this did not so much matter, for both they and we had rung at a little muddy pool we found not more than an hour before. We were finishing our meal of the food that we had brought with us, which indeed we needed sorely after our sleepless night and long day's journey, when my horse, which was knee-hotered gloss at hand, lay down to roll again. This it could not do with ease because of the rope about its foreleg, and I watched its efforts idly till at length, at the fore attempt, after hanging for a few seconds upon its back, its legs sticking straight into the air, it fell over slowly towards me as horses do. Why are its hooves so red? Has it cut itself? Asked Leo in an indifferent voice. As it shanced, I also had noticed the thread tinge, and for the first time, since it was most distinct about the animal's frogs, which until it rolled us, I had not seen. So I rose to look at them, thinking that probably the evening light had deceived us, or that we might have passed through some radical ord mud. Sure enough they were red, as though a dove had socketed into the horn and the substance of the frogs. What was more, they gave out a pungent aromatic smell that was unpleasant, such a smell as might arise from blood mixed with musk and spices. It's very strange, I said. Let us look at your beast, Leo. So we did, and found that its hooves had been similarly treated. Perhaps it is a native mixture to preserve the horn, suggested Leo. I thought a while, then a terrible idea struck me. I don't want to frighten you, I said, but I think that we had better saddle up and get on. Why? he asked. Because I believe that villain of Akan has doctored our horses. What for? to make them go lame? No, Leo, to make them leave a strong scent upon dry ground. He turned pale. Do you mean those hounds? I nodded, then wasting no more time in words, we saddle up in frantic haste. Just as I fastened the last trap of my saddle, I thought that a faint sound reached my ear. Listen, I said. Again it came, and now there was no doubt about it. It was the sound of baying dogs. By heaven, the death hounds, said Leo. Yes, I answered quietly enough, for at this crisis my nerves hardened, and all fear left me. Our friend, the Akan, is out hunting. That is why he laughed. What shall we do? asked Leo, leave the horses. I looked at the peak, its nearest flanks were miles and miles away. Time enough to do that when we are forced. We can never reach that mountain and foot, and after they had run down the horses, they would hunt us by spore or gaze. No man, bright as you never rode before. We sprung to our saddles, but before we gave Rhyne, I turned and looked behind me. It will be remembered that we had ridden up a long slope, which terminated in a ridge about three miles away. The border of the great plain whereon we stood. Now the sun had sunk behind that ridge, so that although it was still light, the plain had fallen into shadow. Therefore, while a no distant object could be seen upon the plain, anything crossing the ridge remained visible enough, in that clear air, at least two persons of keen sight. This is what we saw, over the ridge poured a multitude of little objects, and amongst the last of these galloped a man mounted on a great horse, who led another horse by the bridle. All the pack are out, said Leo Grimly, and Rassen has brought a second mount with him. Now I see why he wanted us to leave the spears, and I think he shouted, as he began to gallop, that before all is done the shaman may prove himself a true prophet. Away we sped through the gathering darkness, heading straight for the peak. While we went, I calculated our chances. Our horses, as good as any in the land, were still strong and fresh, for although we had ridden far, we had not over-pressed them, and their condition was excellent. But doubtless the death hounds were fresh also, for, meaning to run us down at night, when he thought that he might catch us sleeping, Rassen would have brought them along easily, following us by inquiry among the peasants, and only laying them on our spore, after the last village had been left behind. Also he had two mounts, and for ought we knew, though afterwards this proved not to be the case, for he wished to work his wickedness alone and unseen. He might be followed by attendants with relays. Therefore it would appear that, unless we reached some place, whether he did not dare to follow, before him, that is the slopes of the peak many miles away, he must run us down. There remained the chance also that the dogs would tire and refuse to pursue the chase. This have ever seemed scarcely probable, for they were extraordinarily swift and strong, and so savage, that when once they had scented blood, in which doubtless our horses' hooves were steeped, they would fall dead from exhaustion sooner than abandon the trail. Indeed, both the Kania and Simbri had often taught us as much. Another chance, they might lose the scent, but seeing its nature against this was not probable. Even an English pack will carry the trail of a red herring breast, high without a thought of ours. And here was something stronger, a cunning compound of which the telltale order would hold for days.  Could we find any place to hide in on that great plain? If not, we should be seen as well as scented, and then? No, the odds were all against us. But so they had often been before. Meanwhile, we had three miles start, and perhaps help would come to us from the mountains, some help unforeseen. So we set our teeth and sped away like arrows, while the light lasted. Very soon it failed, and whilst the moon was hidden behind the mountains, the night grew dark. Now the hounds gained on us, for in the gloom, which to them was nothing, we did not dare to ride full speed, fearing lest our horses should stumble and lame themselves, or fall. Then it was for the second time, since we had dwelt in this land of Caloon, that of a sudden the fire flamed upon the peak. When we had seen it before, it had appeared to flash across the heavens in one great lighthouse ray, concentrated through the loop above the pillar, and there this night also the ray ran far above us like a lance of fire. But now, that we were near to its fount, we found ourselves based in a soft mysterious radiance, like that of the phosphorous scents, on a summer sea, reflected downwards, perhaps from the clouds and messy rock roof of the column loop, and diffused by the snow's beneath. This unercy glimmer, faint as it was, helped us much. Indeed, but for it we must have been overtaken, for here the ground was very rough, full of holes also made by burrowing marmin. Thus in our extremity helped it come to us from the mountain, until at length the moon rose, when as quickly as they had appeared the volcanic fires vanished, leaving behind them nothing but the accustomed pillar of dull red smoke. It is a common place to speak of the music of hounds that chase, but often I have wondered how that music sounds in the ears of the deer or the fox fleeing for its life. Now, when we filled the place of the quarry, it was my destiny to solve this problem, and I assert with confidence that the progeny of earth can produce no more hideous noise. It had come near to us, and in the desolate silence of the night the hellish harmonies of its volume seemed terrific. Yet I could discern the separate notes of which I had was composed, especially one deep, bell-like bay. I remembered that I had heard this bay when we sat in the boat upon the river, and saw that poor noble done to death for the crime of loving the cania. As the hunt passed as then I observed that it burst from the throat of the leading hound, a huge brood, red in color with a coal-black ear, fangs that gleamed like ivory, and a mouse with resembled a hot oven. I even knew the name of the beast, for afterwards the con, whose peculiar joy it was, had pointed it out to me.  Now, as its baying warned us, master was not half a mile away. The coming of the moonlight enabled us to gallop faster, especially as here the ground was smooth, being covered with a short dry turf, and for the next two hours we gained upon the pack. Yes, it was only two hours, or perhaps less, but it seemed a score of centuries. The slopes of the peak were now not more than ten miles ahead, but our horses were giving out at last. They had warned us nobly, poor beast, though we were no lightweight, yet their strength had its limits. The sweat ran from them, their sides panted like bellows, they breezed in gasps, they stumbled and would scarcely answer to the flogging of our spear shafts. Their gallops sank to a jotting canter, and I thought that soon they must come to a dead stop. We crossed the brow of a gentle rise, from which the ground, that was sprinkled with bush and rocks, sloped downwards to where, some miles below us, the river ran, bounding the enormous flanks of the mountain. When we had traveled a little way down the slope, we were obliged to turn, in order to pass between two heaps of rock, which brought a side onto its brow. And there, crossing enough more than three hundred yards away, we saw the pack. There were fewer of them now, doubtless many had fallen out of the hunt, but many still remained. Moreover, not far behind them rode the can, so his second mount was gone, or more properly he was riding it, having galloped the first to a standstill. Our poor horses saw them also, and the sight lent them wings, for all the while they knew that they were running for their lives. This we could tell from the way they quivered, whenever the baying came near to them, not as horses tremble with the pleasurable excitement of the hunt, but in an extremity of terror, as I have often seen them do, when a prowling tiger roars close to their camp. On they went, as though they were fresh from the stable, nor did they fail again until another four miles or so were covered, and the river was bottled a little way ahead, for we could hear the rush of its waters. Then slowly but surely the pack hour took us. We passed a clump of bush, but when we had gone a couple of hundred yards or so across, the open plain beyond, feeling that the horses were utterly spent, I shouted to Leo. Right round back to the bush and hide there. So we did, and scarcely had we reached it and dismounted when the hounds came past. Yes, they went within fifty yards of us, lulloping along upon our spore and running all but mute, for now they were too weary to waste their breath in vain. Run for it, I said to Leo, as soon as they had gone by, for they will be back on the stand presently. And we set off to the right across the line, that the hounds had taken, so as not to cut our own spore. About a hundred yards away was a rock, which fortunately we were able to reach before the pack swung round upon the horses tracks, and therefore they did not view us. Here we stayed until following the loop, they came to the patch of bush and passed behind it. Then we ran forward again as far as we could go, glancing backwards as we went. I saw our two poor, fauntered beasts plunging away across the plain, happily almost in the same line along which we had ridden from their eyes. They were utterly done, but freed from our wits and urge on by fear, could still gallop and keep ahead of the dogs, though we knew that this would not be for very long. I saw also the tecan, guessing what we had done in our despair, was trying to call his hounds off the horses, but as yet without a wail, for they would not leave the quarry which they had viewed. All this came to my sight in a flash, but I remember the picture well, the mighty, snow-clad peak surrounded by its column of glowing smoke and casting its shadow for mile upon mile across the desert flats, the plain with its isolated rocks and gray bushes, the doomed horses struggling across it with convulsive bounds, the trailing line of great dogs that looped after them, and amongst these, looking small and lonely in that vast place, the figure of the can and his horse, of which the black hide was beflacked with foam, then above the blue and tender sky, where the round moon shone so clearly that in her quiet level light no detail, even the smallest could escape the eye. Now youths and even middle-age were far behind me, and also a very strong man for my years I could not run as I used to do. Also I was most wary, and my limbs were stiff and chafed with long riding, so I made but slow progress, and to worsen matters I struck my left foot against the stone and hurt it much. I implored Leo to go on and leave me, for we thought that if we could once reach the river our scent would be lost in the water at any rate that it would give us a chance of life. Just then, too, I heard the belling bay of the houndmaster and waited for the next. Yes, it was nearer to us. The can had made a cast and found a line. Presently we must face the end. Go, go, I said. I can keep them back for a few minutes, and you may escape. It's your quest not mine. Aisha awaits you not me, and I am wary of life. I wish to die and have done with it. Thus I gasped, not all at once, but in broken words, as I hobbled along clenching to Leo's arm. But he only answered in a low voice. Be quiet, or they will hear you. And on he went, dragging me with him. We were quite nearer the water now, for we could see it gleaming below us, and oh, how I launched for one deep drink. I remember that this was the uppermost desire in my mind, to drink and drink. But the hounds were nearer still to us, so nearer that we could hear the pattering of their feet on the dry ground, mingled with the tide of the hooves of the cunt's gulloping horse. We had reached some rocks upon a little rise, just where the bank began, when Leo said suddenly, No use, we can't make it. Stop and let's see the things through. So we wheeled round, resting our backs against the rock. There, about a hundred yards off, were the dust hounds, but heaven be praised, only three of them. The rest had followed the flying horses, and doubtless, when they caught them at last, which may have been far distant, had stopped to gorge themselves upon them. So they were out of the fight, only three and the cunt, a violent figure who galloped with them, but those three, the black and red brood, master, and two others, almost as fierce and big. It might be worse, said Leo, if you will try to tackle the dogs, I will do my best with the cunt. And stooping down, he rubbed his palms in the grit, for they were red with water, an example which I followed. Then we gripped the spears in our right hands and the knives in our left, and waited. The dogs had seen us now and came on, growling and baying fearfully. With a rush they came, and I am not ashamed to own that I felt terribly afraid, for the brood seemed the size of lions and more fierce. One, it was the smallest of them, outstripped the others, and, leaping up the little rise, sprang straight at my throat. Why, or how, I do not know, but on the impulse of the moment I too sprang to meet it, so that its whole weight came upon the point of my spear, which was backed by my weight. The spear entered between its forelegs, and such was the shock that I was knocked backwards. But when I regained my feet I saw the dog rolling on the ground before me, and gnashing at the spear shaft, which had been twisted from my hand. The other two had jumped at Leo, but failed to get hold, though one of them tore away a large strong wind from his tonic. Foolishly enough he hurled his spear at it, but missed, for the steel passed just under its belly and burred itself deep in the ground. The pair of them did not come on again at once. Perhaps the sight of their dying companion made them pause. At any rate, they stood at a little distance, snorling, where, as our spears were gone, they were safe from us.  I had hoped that he might fear to attack, but the moment I saw his eyes I knew that this would not be.  Sliding from the saddle he drew his short sword, for either he had lost his spear or had brought none, and made a hissing noise to the two dogs, pointing at me with this sword. I thought them spring, and I saw him rush at Leo, and after that who can tell exactly what happened. My knife went home to the hilt in the body of un-dog, and it came to the ground and lay there. For its hind quarters were paralysed, howling, snorling, and biting at me. But the other, the fiend called Master, got me by the right arm beneath the elbow, and I felt my bones crack in its mighty jaws, and the agony of it, or so I suppose, caused me to drop the knife, so that I was weaponless. The brew to dragged me from the rock and began to shake and worry me, although I kicked it in the stomach with all my strength. I fell to my knees, and as it chanced, my left hand came upon a stone of about the size of a large orange, which I gripped. I gained my feet again, and pounded at its skull with the stone, but still it did not leave go. And this was well for me, for its next hold would have been on my throat. We twisted and tumbled to and fro man and dog together. At one turn I saw that I saw Leo and the Khan rolling over and over each other upon the ground, at another that he, the Khan, was sitting against the stone looking at me, and it came into my mind that he must have killed Leo, and was watching while the dog worried me to death. Then just as things began to grow black, something sprang forward, and I saw the huge hound lifted from the earth. Its jaws opened, my arm came free, and I fell against my side. Yes, the brute was whirling round in the air. Leo heard it by its hind legs, and with all his great strength whirled it round and round. Thud! He had dashed its head against the rock, and it fell and lay still, a huddled heap of black and red. Oddly enough I did not faint. I suppose that the pain and the shock to my nerves kept me awake, for I heard Leo say in a matter of fact voice between his gasps for breath. Well, that's our, and I think that I have fulfilled the shaman's prophecy. Let's look and make sure. Then he led me with him to one of the rocks, and there, resting supinely against it, said the Khan, still living but unable to move hand or foot.  You are brave men, he said slowly, strong also, to have killed those hounds and broken my back. So it has come about, as was foretold by the old rat. After all, I should have hunted Atine, not you. Though now she lives to avenge me for her own sake, not mine. Yellow beard she hunts you too, and with deadlier hounds than these, those of her sordid passions. Forgive me, and fly to the mountain, yellow beard, whither I go before you, for there wand dwells who is stronger than Atine. Then his jaw dropped, and he was dead.