THE DEAD GOD IN AFRICA.
Clouds without rain swept fast across the sky and the waves followed
_The Sword_ as if they willed to overwhelm her. Well was it that her
stern was so high and that she was strongly builded. It had seemed,
also, that no sea harm had befallen her pursuer, but now the darkness
deepened and the watchers on _The Sword_ could no longer discern the
Roman.
"O jarl," said Sigurd, "it is a time for prudence. This flying sand
telleth of some shore, I think, at no great distance."
"It might be carried far by such a wind," said Ulric. "But Ben Ezra
told me of great cities in Africa which have been buried by the sand
blown from the inner deserts."
"What further counsel hath he?" asked Sigurd.
"Answer him, thou," said the jarl to Ben Ezra.
"O warrior of the Saxons," said the Jew, "thou sayest that thou hast
sailed these seas aforetime. Thou mayest know that the presence of
one Roman trireme portendeth the speedy gathering of a fleet. It were
well to destroy this one if she cometh near us again. But we have now
escaped her pursuing. Let her watchers not see this ship again. I would
advise that we now go eastward by the stars, for we may note them at
times through the rifts in the clouds."
"I will so order," said the jarl. "I were not wise to risk harming my
own keel by a battle among these high waves. It is a peril to a ship to
be dashed against even one heavy timber where the aim cannot be made
certain. Moreover, we have been long at sea and it were well to seek a
harbor."
Ben Ezra said no more, now that his counsel was approved. The head
of _The Sword_ was turned eastward and all the oars were plying.
Neither was the wind now so much against her, but the waves were still
tumultuous. Fast waned the night, growing darker as it passed, and the
jarl himself remained at the helm.
"I go onward into an unknown sea," he thought. "Who may tell what may
be before me? Dawn cometh. There is gray light. O watcher!"
Answered him then not a Saxon, but the deep voice of Ben Ezra from the
foremast.
"O jarl! A fire! Hold! We near a land!"
"Cease rowing, all!" shouted Ulric. "O Jew, look again. What seest
thou?"
"Only a dim fire, far in the southward. It is a guide for us, but we
may seek it cautiously. The wind goeth down."
"It is so," said Knud the Bear. "It was a hot wind, and this air is
cooler. I thought we were sailing into a furnace."
"The desert is like a furnace, I have heard," said Sigurd. "Men burn up
in it and all horses die; but lions live there. How can any beast live
in a land of fire?"
"I know not," said Ulric, "but yonder is a brighter streak of dawn.
We shall soon know if the Romans are near us. We may slay them if the
water becometh smooth enough for a good fight."
"It would be a grief to all men," said Tostig the Red, "if we lost an
opportunity. But if this be land, I want some beef."
"Good!" exclaimed an old viking. "We had many cattle on the Gaulish
coast, but in Spain we got little but sheep. Hereaway may be found
cattle. We may throw a net, and we may find fishes."
The jarl said nothing, for he watched the sea and the sky and he
steered the ship.
"Nearer!" shouted Ben Ezra from the mast. "And the daylight cometh. I
watch for the Romans. May the curse of Jehovah be upon them and theirs
forever!"
Lysias was on the fore deck, and as he heard Ben Ezra he muttered angry
words in his own tongue. Then he whispered softly to himself, or to a
shadow, and his fair face grew white and his teeth ground together as
if he were in agony. So do they suffer who have lost a love and know
that it is forever gone, for Lysias had said:
"Worse far than if they had slain her! I would that she were dead and I
with her. But I may live to slay Romans. Why did this Saxon jarl spare
any of them? But he is captain, and they say he is a wise one."
In the small wooden fort for slingers and archers, high up the stout
mast, sat Ben Ezra, and a viking sat with him.
"O Saxon," said the Jew, "would thy jarl spare them if they came with
the day?"
"The son of Brander is jarl, not I," replied the viking, surlily.
"Speak thou not carelessly of the leader of men. Thou art no seaman. He
will strike when he is ready. Let that content thee."
For deep and strong was the hold of Ulric upon his older men, by
reason of his skill as a seaman and as a captain and because of his
good fortune; for they saw plainly that Odin and Thor were with him and
that the gods of the Middle Sea could do nothing against him. Even the
ice gods had been his friends and the god of the Druids had also helped
him, sending him away from Britain unharmed. It was a great thing to
have such a jarl, of Odin's line. They all knew, moreover, that Hilda,
the saga woman, must by this time have gone down to the gods and that
she willed exceedingly well to the crew of _The Sword_ and to her young
hero.
"He is truly a leader of men," growled the Jew through his thick beard,
"but I would once more smite these Philistines of Rome."
"In that I am with thee," said the viking, heartily. "Thou art a good
sword. I would see thee in battle. It is pleasant to look upon a
warrior that slayeth zealously. But our feast of blood will come to us.
Wait."
Up sprang the sun above the blue waves of the Middle Sea, and all the
Saxons shouted joyfully. It was true that there were no enemies in
sight, nor present hope of any good fighting, but here was a land that
they had never seen before. All seamen know the joy there is in finding
a country that is unknown.
"Hael! O land of the South!" shouted Tostig the Red. "Thou hast
mountains as tall as are those of the North. But this is a bay, a
harbor, not a fiord."
"What sayest thou, Ben Ezra?" asked Ulric of the watcher on the mast.
"Row in!" replied the Jew. "There is no other keel in this haven and it
is a good one. I see no sail nor any boat seaward. This is Africa, and
a city is on the shore, but the fire was at the head of the bay. There
are rocks ahead. Row around them."
"I see them; a great ledge," said Ulric. "Broken and sharp-toothed are
those rocks, and they would wreck any keel that should strike upon
them. It is a place of wrecks."
The rowers rowed and _The Sword_ went on through a wide passage at the
right of the ledge. Then she was in a great basin where many keels
might ride at anchor, and before her and on either side of her lay the
land.
There seemed but a gentle slope at the seashore. Beyond might be a
plain for a few miles, and then, lifting their heads so high that they
entered the dominions of the upper gods to be capped with ice and snow,
were the many mountains. Into that upper land no man may enter, for the
ice gods will freeze him and bury him in snow for his insolence.
It was all exceedingly beautiful, but the rowers now rowed slowly and
all the other Saxons watched warily as _The Sword_ drew nearer what
seemed a landing place, a structure of stonework builded far out into
the harbor.
"Bring thy ship to yonder wharf," counseled Sigurd. "No men are to be
seen, but there are walls and temples and houses. This may be a town of
the magicians of Africa. Beware of them, Ulric the Jarl."
"I would I knew who kindled the light," said Ulric, thoughtfully. "If
we had sailed toward it in the dark we had perished on that ledge."
"Thereon are fragments of wrecks," said Sigurd. "The breakers there are
high."
So said other of the seamen, but _The Sword_ was now making fast to the
stone jetty, and Ben Ezra was already out upon it walking shoreward,
with his scimiter drawn. He seemed like a younger man. But he was not
to go alone, for closely behind him hurried Lysias with his bow, and
Knud the Bear.
"Here burned the fire," said Ulric, a few moments later, pointing at a
heap of ashes near the head of the jetty. "There hath been much burning
of wood at this place."
Nevertheless he left it behind him and marched rapidly forward. He left
a strong guard with the ship, but he thought it best to enter this
strange town with tenscore of armed Saxons arrayed as if they were to
be assailed by some enemy.
On went Ben Ezra, but he met no man, and he came to a wall, in the
face of which was a ruinous gap where once had been a gate. From
this opening it was seen that a broad street led away, bordered by
ruined palaces. At its far end arose one of the temples which had been
discerned from the ship, as it stood upon high ground.
"Here," said Ben Ezra, "is a city which Jehovah hath smitten for the
sins of them which dwelt therein."
But he spoke loudly, in the old Hebrew tongue, and at once a voice
responded:
"Who art thou, O Jew, coming hither with a sword? The sword hath
departed from Israel, as it hath from Tyre and Carthage. I am Annibaal,
the foe of Rome and of Greece, and I am dying of hunger. Come hither to
me."
As if without fear Ben Ezra walked toward the sound of that voice not
many paces. Then crawled out from behind a fallen column a naked,
sun-darkened, very hairy shape of a vast man, larger than Sigurd, the
son of Thorolf, but he lay prone upon the sand gasping. Only one eye
had he, for the other was but a hollow socket, and he had but one hand
and one foot and both of his ears were gone. He was but a mutilated
remnant of a strong man, and his only weapon was a long straight sword,
very bright and seemingly keen, with a golden hilt, whereon were
glittering gems.
"O Annibaal," said Ben Ezra, in the tongue of Tyre, "what is this city?"
"It is the city of the dead," said Annibaal. "I was a chief of
Carthage, whereof this was a colony, but some came hither from Tyre,
and here were already many from Nubia and from Egypt. First the Greeks
of Alexander harmed us in the old time, but after them, in my day, came
the Romans. They smote us hip and thigh, slaying whom they would slay,
making slaves of many, and of me, a prince and captain, they made what
thou seest, leaving me here alone."
Already Lysias and Knud stood by Ben Ezra, and behind them a few paces
halted Ulric the Jarl and his men.
"I wonder thou didst not die," said Ben Ezra, "or that the lions took
thee not. I see some of them even now."
"I have slain lions," said Annibaal, "but it is now as if I were
friends with them and they harm me not. It is their city and we agree
together. Yet I had at this time no more food and I perish, but I
lighted my death fire to trap Roman ships to my ledge. I have slain
many there, and sometimes I have had joy to hear them when the wind
brought their cries to the shore. Their bodies float to the strand and
the beasts and the ravens feast upon the wolves of Rome."
"He must die," muttered Knud. "He slayeth sailors. It is not good to
trap men, so that they die a cow's death. It is wicked to rob a warrior
of his right to die in fight or by the righteous breaking up of his
keel."
So said other of the vikings, thinking of Valhalla and the gods, for
they all were religious men, scorning an evil action. But Ulric had
sent in haste for food and for water and for ale, commanding that this
man should be fed.
"Ye are too late," said Annibaal. "I pray thee, rather, for thou art a
prince, strike me with thy spear."
"That is a just thing, O jarl," said Sigurd. "He hath been a warrior.
Thou wouldst ask thy kinsman to make the hero spearmark on thee if thou
wert unluckily perishing in thy bed. Send him marked to his gods, that
they take him not for a coward."
"Not yet," said Ulric. "Ben Ezra, talk thou with him as thou wouldst."
In Hebrew and in the tongue of Tyre did the twain converse. When the
water came, and the food and ale, Annibaal drank a cup of water, but
more he could not do, for he was passing.
"I have learned much," said Ben Ezra; "but he dieth. Refuse him not
thy mercy, O jarl. He is a prince, and he is worthy of thy hand. Take
thou his own sword and smite off his head lest thou fail of a friend in
thine own hour. Quick ere he fainteth!"
Ulric took the long, beautiful sword, which had slain both men and
lions, and he struck as became him, for he heard murmurs among the
Saxons.
Annibaal had feebly lifted his head to receive the gift he had asked
for, and it was severed well, falling upon the sand.
"Well done, O jarl!" shouted Knud the Bear. "I liked him not, but it
were shame to let a brave warrior die of thirst. Now do I not fear at
all to go on into this place, for we have put blood at the gate."
The other Saxons shouted their approval of their jarl's kindness to
Annibaal, and they marched forward willingly, blowing their horns and
clashing their spears upon their shields, for all this great ruin was
very wonderful.
The street was long, and as they went on Sigurd remarked to the jarl:
"Where there are lions there are no cattle. Where the Romans have been
there is left no plunder worth taking. We will but use our eyes till we
tire and then we will lift our sails and depart."
Ulric answered not, for a strange look was on his face and his eyes
were studying the sword of Annibaal.
"This hilt hath many runes," he said to Ben Ezra. "Canst thou read
them?"
"Not so," said the Jew, "but one thing the Carthaginian told thee not.
I had heard much of this city. It was first builded by the kings of the
forgotten ages, whereof there are no writings. Our own writings tell
us somewhat of them. The Egyptian priests know more, but tell it not.
So did those of Babylon the elder. Here was a great people, but they
perished. Even their gods died, being slain by the sword of Jehovah."
"As many gods have been slain by Thor and Odin," responded Ulric. "I
like your god, that destroyeth his enemies."
More slowly they walked as they drew near the front of the great temple.
"The stones of it are large," said Ulric to Ben Ezra. "They are
greater than the Druid stones that I saw in Britain."
"I will show thee greater stones than these in the temple of Jehovah at
Jerusalem," replied the Jew.
"I will go there with thee," replied Ulric. "But these are wonderfully
graven. Only a good chisel may cut granite rock."
"Their tools were of bronze," said the Jew, "and none but their priests
knew how to make them. Taller pillars are in Egypt than in Greece
or Rome, but they are of the old time. No more are set up since the
Egyptian gods departed. They, too, were overcome by Jehovah."
"He is a great god," said Ulric, reverently. "I would be glad to see
him. Let us go up these steps and look in."
Some of the vikings paused on the steps and would go no further, for a
chill was on them in spite of the sunshine. One said to another: "The
magicians may still be here, or some of the old gods of this place."
"The son of Odin need not fear them," was answered; "but we are not as
he is. Let us wait until he hath gone in."
Great was their faith in their jarl, but they were disappointed that in
this harbor they were to obtain no cattle nor any plunder.
First went Lysias, as if he feared not at all; but he had seen many
temples, and this was one from which its gods must have gone away,
leaving it solitary. His bow was in his hand, however, and suddenly he
stood still, putting a long arrow upon the string in haste.
"Strike him!" shouted Ulric. "He may escape if I try to spear him."
"A splendid lion he is!" shouted Tostig the Red. "Thou canst not slay
him with thy arrows! Let me go to him!"
Even at that moment they had passed the portal, for at the top of the
flight of steps was a level place, stone-floored, surrounded by these
vast pillars whereof they had been speaking. Across this level was the
portal, but no doors were in it to hinder. Beyond, as they now saw
entering, was an open space, a hundred cubits wide and more in length,
but it had no roofing. It seemed like a place of assembly, and at its
further end was a high dais, whereon was an altar and behind the altar
an image. But on the altar couched this lion, tawny and large. His head
had been between his paws, but now he arose and sent toward them a roar
that was like half-smothered thunder.
The arrow sped and it smote him in the breast, entering deeply.
"Odin! What a bound was that!" exclaimed Ulric, and all the Saxons
shouted for the pleasure of seeing the stricken beast fly through the
air toward them.
"He belongeth to the Greek," said Sigurd. "Spoil not his sport. He
shooteth well. He is a warrior's son."
It had been a disgrace to any viking to interfere, even if the lion
should slay the Greek, but Svip, the son of Leiknar went forward
wrongfully, lifting his spear. All others did but stand where they were
and they called out angrily to Svip.
"He is but a Greek," said the son of Leiknar; but the lion sprang again
and he sprang far, with a short roar which was fierce and guttural,
taking Svip for his enemy. Brave was the son of Leiknar, but he knew
not aught of lions. Upon him fell the mighty beast, beating down the
spear with a forepaw. Sharp were the long claws and swift and terrible
was the tearing. The shield was no defense and the mail was rent as if
it had been leather. Torn into fragments was the strong viking ere he
might draw his seax, but the bow of Lysias twanged again and his arrow
sped well.
"The lion hath no mark but his," said Sigurd, the son of Thorolf.
"Back! This is his battle. Let him win it or perish!"
This was a moment when men look, but do not breathe, for the lion
turned upon Lysias and the youth faced him boldly, drawing his long
arrow to the head.
"Well shot!" shouted Tostig. "O Greek, thou art a good bowman, but he
hath thee!"
The lion had gathered his strength to spring, but the shaft had gone in
too far. The roar choked in his throat. His limbs refused to cast him.
He rolled over, snarling, and pawing at the pavement.
"I would thou wert a Roman!" said Lysias. "But such as thou art have
torn my kindred in the arena."
"Slain!" shouted Sigurd. "Thou hast done well, O Greek!"
"Svip, the son of Leiknar, erred to his death," said the jarl. "The
fault was his own. But this lion was first smitten upon the stone of
sacrifice. What sayest thou, O Jew; is there in this any offense to the
god of this place?"
"There is no god," responded Ben Ezra. "Here are but idols, and upon
their altars couch the beasts of the field. We may go forward. Who
needeth to fear gods of stone, which are the work of men's hands and
which neither walk nor speak?"
"The lions have no god," said Lysias.
[Illustration: "Let him win it or perish!"]
"I would not fear him greatly if they had," said an old viking, "but if
he were a man, with a sword in his hand, then I would know what to do
with him."
Some of the Saxons then declared that they knew what to do with the
skin of such a lion, and they remained to take it off rather than go
any nearer to the stone god behind the place of sacrifice. Grand and
huge was he, the idol of this broken temple of old time. He was the
head of a man upon the body of a beast, carved out of more stones than
one, and he crouched there, looking at them with a stern and terrible
expression.
"I think," said Ben Ezra, "that he is one of the forgotten gods of the
Sidonians. They will not set him up in Egypt, but he was like Jupiter."
"There is no hammer," said Sigurd. "It is not Thor. See the jarl!"
They had paused, looking, but the son of Brander the Brave had walked
curiously to the side of the god and was studying his marks, for there
were many.
"I would," he muttered, "that Hilda were here, for I think she would
read. These are like the runes upon the old Odin stone beyond the
fiord, and they were made when he came from the East. I think this to
be one of the Asas; but how came He to make this temple and place it
here? The gods do strangely at times."
By him now stood Lysias, and he said: "O jarl of the Saxons, linger
not. The Jew hath found a stone which must be lifted. He waiteth for
thee."
No message had Ben Ezra sent, but he was stooping over a flat slab in
the place of sacrifice. Upon it there were marks of fire and the stone
was crumbling.
"Why lift it?" asked Ulric, drawing nearer. "What have we to do with
the secrets of the gods? Why should we anger them?"
"They are dead," said Ben Ezra, "but I think this to be a door of the
priests. It is but a broken stone. Give me thy spear."
"Nay," said Ulric, "I can pry with a spear shaft. We will have it up if
anything may be hidden here for us."
The fire-broken limestone yielded in several pieces to the prying of
the tough spear shafts. As its pieces were lifted, or as they fell
away, behold stone steps, from which all shrank back save the Jew and
the son of Odin and the Greek. Even Sigurd held back a moment, saying:
"I like it not. It is the jarl's place. Let him venture first. He
knoweth runes that we know not. So doth the Jew, but the Greek is a
young fool."
Dangerous indeed it was for any man to step into a chamber under the
altar of a strange god, but when they went down and entered it and
looked around there was but little to see.
"A store of broken weapons and rust-eaten armor," said Ulric. "Some of
the hilts and shields are good enough. But there are many skulls and
bones."
"A crown!" shouted Ben Ezra, with a round thing in his hand glittering.
"Here placed they the ashes of kings from the altar. I know not why
they should have buried with one the diadem of his realm. It may be
that his dynasty was ended. Many of these stones are rare and precious.
Here is gold, also, but the silver is of no great value. Let us bear
all to the ship, for the spoil of this sacred tomb of the kings would
buy a Roman province."
The vikings in the outer air were summoned, and now they were not
unwilling to venture, for the fear of the place had departed when they
heard again the voice of the jarl. Neither did they care overmuch to
find merely the remains of the dead, and they were greatly pleased with
the treasures.
Ben Ezra bore away one shield which was heavy with gold, and in the
middle of it was a jewel so like a great red eye that the vikings said
it was looking at them revengefully, and they would not touch it.
"This place the Romans missed in their search," said Ulric. "Little
reverence have they for the altars of unknown gods."
Even heavy were the burdens carried to the ship, and now all who
had been left to guard her were entitled to take their turn in the
exploration of the city. They went and they came, but they found
nothing to bring with them and they slew no wild beasts. They reported,
however, that they had seen a leopard and a number of hideous beasts
which Ben Ezra told them were hyenas, which delighted to feast upon the
dead of battlefields. Successful fishing had been done in the harbor
with the small boats, and there was enough for all, but that night
there was much murmuring over the lack of fresh meat.
"Besides," said some of the men, "this strange treasure hath its value,
but there hath been no good fighting. When will this jarl of ours
lead us to a throwing of spears? The months of the summer are already
wasted."
To these an answer was given by Sigurd, the son of Thorolf, that to
them was the fault, for by reason of their unruliness had there been
needless landings and delays on the coasts of Gaul and of Spain, and
idle cruising after fishing boats and empty merchantmen which fought
not and paid but little.
"And the jarl forbade us to slaughter their crews," said one. "I would
have slain all."
Men who will to find fault may readily prepare a cause. Thus far the
voyage of _The Sword_ had been even too prosperous, being guided by
prudence, and there was lacking the curbing which cometh from wholesome
disaster. The weather was all too warm for Northmen, and some few of
them had sickened, and of this sickness had four vikings died a cow's
death but for the mark of a spear which was given them by the hands of
friends. Now, also, the skin of the lion aroused jealousy against the
Greek. It was declared that an hour must be found for him to feel an
edge of a seax, for he was not a Saxon and there should be no outland
men like him and Ben Ezra upon a ship from the Northland. The jarl was
too hard in some matters and he was too soft in others. Nevertheless,
days went by while all looked at these temples and houses and the
mighty fortifications. As for the jarl, he explored somewhat, but he
abode mostly with the ship. He was silent and moody, for there were
many things upon his mind.
"I have come far out into the world," he thought. "I have seen that
which is exceedingly marvelous. I have looked, also, upon the face of
a dead god. Now I will go on until I may have speech with one that is
living."