THE LAW OF GONDWANA
"... _It is written: that those who wish to know--may know. This
is the Law of the Red Gods--the Law of the barren wives, the Law
of Gondwana. But those of our blood only--and among those only
women and the servants of the Gods--may hear it and know it without
dying._"
The voice which was chanting stopped and an order sounded:
"Untie their legs and take off their veils that they may see. The law
is the law."
Pierre, freed from the cloth which had been wrapped round his head,
looked about him with curiosity. He found himself in the middle of an
interior open court, square in shape, of which the four sides were
lined with galleries one above the other, narrowing as they ascended,
and forming a tangle of recesses and stalls and compartments, over
which innumerable canopies and roofs twisted into spiral pinnacles
jutted out, tumbling in all directions, straddling over each other,
crowding one upon the other in an intricate mass.... The centre of the
court was hollowed out, forming a sort of basin paved with large, gray,
flat stones, the spaces between which were green with moss. It was in
this basin that they lay, he and the missionary. Very far up in the
centre of the grotesque and involved crowding of the roofs a section
of blue sky shone. Under the galleries the crowd of sorceresses was
massed. Among the twisted pillars and the square columns could be seen
groups of faces, scarred and twisted with every form of unimaginable
deformity, but all bending eagerly towards the two men. How many of
them were there? One hundred?... Two hundred?... Perhaps more!
Pierre and the missionary examined them eagerly. They looked from one
gallery to another, inspecting the compartments, roving up and down the
long façades; and first one, and then the other, suddenly cried out:
"_Wanda!_"
"_Mademoiselle Redeski!_"
There she was, standing in one of the galleries, bending forward with
her eyes fixed on them. The roof of the gallery in which she stood
flung its shadow over her so that the upper part of her figure, clad
in a black tunic, was in full blaze of light while the rest of her
remained in the shade. She was surrounded with sorceresses. She hung
over a little further. The sun lit up the masses of her hair so that
she seemed haloed with pale gold. With her arms stretched wide she
called:
"Pierre!"
The young man made a motion of rage. She saw that he was ready to rush
blindly towards her, and called out hurriedly:
"No ... no ... don't stir.... Presently ... after the...."
Then she fell suddenly silent. Around her the sorceresses were jostling
one another, drowning her voice with their ironical laughter and sneers.
Motionless, his face turned towards the young woman, Pierre looked at
her long and searchingly. Their glances met and mingled, and their
love, stronger than the sense of danger, flamed up and flowed through
them, overwhelming them both with the same emotion and the same hopes.
It seemed to them that they were close to one another, so that their
lips at the same moment gave and received an imaginary kiss, and they
smiled, taking no thought of their sorry plight.
Once more an order tore through the silence:
"Hear ye all.... This is the true word."
Their ecstasy was shattered.
Pierre, turning towards the voice which had just sounded, recognized
Jieng: Jieng who, now clad in a tunic of white silk and seated in a
stall of carved stone decorated with blazing gold, was presiding over
the strange assembly. She bent a triumphant grin on the young man and
her lids flickered when their eyes met.
Then Lursac looked at the missionary beside him.
"A kind of trial I suppose," said he.
"Yes," said the priest, "but listen!"
The chant continued:
"... _At the time when the Gods descended on the world the temple
was built--built with their hands. And hundreds and thousands of
moons have since then rolled into darkness. Afterwards the Gods
created peoples and animals and last of all they created the
Law--their Law._..."
Once more Pierre turned to face Jieng. She sat motionless in a hieratic
pose copied from Siamese idols: at her feet crouched the woman who was
chanting; and, as she read, the yellow parchment inscribed in unknown
characters unrolling, stretched itself along the floor and seemed to
glide towards the two men.
Jieng made a sign.
"... _And in order that their will should be obeyed they called
together the women who live beyond the mountains in the cold white
country and said to them: This is our Law of which you shall be
the servants, and your power shall be great, for you shall be the
makers and the mothers of the Moï people--the free people of the
forest._"
A murmur arose, and a great wave of pride tingled in the scarred faces
of the priestesses and shone in their eyes.
Father Ravennes interrupted a moment the rosary which he was saying in
a whisper and caught Pierre by the elbow:
"What do you intend to do?" said he calmly.
Jerking himself free, the young man walked towards the high priestess.
When he was only separated from her by the edge of the basin in which
he stood he turned his eyes upon her. For a minute their hates flashed
out and Pierre cried roughly:
"Your religious laws don't interest us! What we want is that white
woman whom you carried away here and whom you are holding against her
will. Do you understand?"
Jieng did not deign to answer. She contented herself with laying her
finger on the shoulder of the reader crouched at her feet....
"... _As the servants did not understand, the Gods told them more:
This is the Temple in which you are to live. Here is the holy
valley, the valley in which time shall stand motionless. And here
are the males of the Race-which-shall-not-change. They shall be the
Living Gods. These shall be Life and they shall be called 'the Red
Gods,' that is to say the First, the Sons of the Queen-race, the
Rmoahal[17]-race._
[Footnote 17: This confirms very precisely the hypothesis made earlier
by Father Ravennes. The Red Gods of the Pou-Kas would, according to
this, be a preserved branch of the great antediluvian race of the sons
of Ad. From these, according to the sacred writings of India, the
different races that peopled the earth had their origin: first the red
race and then the yellow race. The first included, the Rmoahal, the
Zlavakis, the Zoltecs. The Rmoahal, who are evidently the red gods of
Lursac's history are described as follows: "This was the most ancient
race--four or five million years old. The men were walnut brown and
very tall--ten to twelve feet. At the time of the great earth cataclysm
they emigrated towards Upper Asia."]
Pierre stretched his hand towards Jieng:
"Listen," he cried; "if you don't give us back this woman our brothers
will come and destroy your temple and raze it to the ground. You shall
all be dispersed and slain. Our revenge is terrible!"
Jieng, implacable, slowly raised her withered hand:
"... _And henceforth the first Rule of the Law shall be concerning
your fate: you shall be conquered throughout the centuries but you
shall never be subdued. Everything which is taken from you you
shall some day recover, as the free people of the forest, the Moï
people, shall not die. They shall remain a strong people, for the
women of the race whose bodies are sterile shall come here and
shall be the brides for one night of the Living Gods, and they
shall carry back to the people of the forest the life and the
strength of the Race-which-shall-not-change._"
Pierre bent his head; he felt himself fighting against a stupendous
power, in the face of which all resistance would be useless. The
versicles chanted in Banhar by the reader seemed to him a fantastic
story without interest. He thought of nothing but Wanda. Would he ever
be able to set her free? He looked at her. Her face seemed to him
paler, yet more wonderfully sweet and tender, in the midst of these
ravaged faces of the sorceresses! But at the same time he realized his
weakness against their numbers. The disproportion of their forces came
home to him with brutal certainty, and he knew in advance that he would
go down to defeat. He would not save Wanda ... he would not be able to
save her!
To his rage succeeded a dull despair. He turned to the missionary, and
the priest, aware of his sufferings, said gravely:
"Wait, the goodness of the Lord is without bounds: we have no right to
despair...."
The voice of the chantress continuing her litany interrupted him:
"... _They shall be brides of a night--but they shall not know
it, for they shall remain wrapped in slumber, as no woman except
their servants may see the Living Gods. No one--unless her life
henceforth is to be that of one of their servants and that she
remain among them until her death. And this is the second Rule of
the Law._"
Jieng bent forward: she looked the young man up and down.
"Do you hear?" she asked in her expressionless voice. "She wanted to
see the Red Gods. She has seen them, and she must remain among us until
her death. It is the second Rule of the Law...."
She leaned back.
"... _But the women of the free people who have been three times
brides of the Gods and who shall still remain sterile shall become
their servants. Then their portion shall be ugliness and obedience.
Those who are not ugly shall be made so; so that all the women who
are thus offered to the Gods shall alike have faces without thought
and without mind,--as beauty and thought will bring to blossom in
the holy valley as they have in the rest of the world the trees of
love, of hatred and of revolt.--And this is the third Rule of the
Law._"
The parchment, now almost all unrolled, stretched out towards the
hollow in the centre of the court, brushing the feet of the two men
and jerking with every movement of the reader, whose voice, up to that
moment level and expressionless, suddenly became vibrant and sonorous.
"... _Men even of Moï blood shall never see the Temple, and the
Dead Zone shall be their boundary. Nevertheless fifty warriors
shall live in the Temple, but without knowing the Gods; and before
entering there they shall have been made no longer fit to be called
men. This is the penultimate Rule of the Law._"
A long pause, then the voice rose and became strident and flung out
like a defiance or a verdict of death the last section of the Law.
"... _And if a man who is neither of the Moï blood nor of the Moï
country comes to the Temple, drawn by the lust of knowledge or even
by chance, the Slow Death shall be his portion. And this is the
last Rule of the Law._"
Lursac saw the missionary blench.
"Is it this verdict of death which causes you anxiety?" he asked.
The priest shrugged his shoulders:
"Didn't you hear? We are condemned to the Slow Death. I suppose you
know what that means?"
"Yes," said Pierre, "starvation and thirst!"
"No," interjected the priest, "it is something much more horrible,
a punishment which is celebrated in the annals of the Kingdom of
Annam."[18]
[Footnote 18: The "Slow Death" was, to be precise, invented by the
emperor Gia-Long, founder of the dynasty of Nguyen. He practiced it
on the daughters of Huë, chief of the Tay-Son rebels, and on thirty
members of his family. Here is the description of the torture given by
the Annamese historian, Truong-Vin-Ky: "First the flesh of the limbs
is cut off strip by strip and the bones are broken. After which the
abdomen of the victim is cut open and his viscera removed. Finally
after his left hand has been cut off at the wrist the limbs are chopped
off at the trunk. This left hand is then embalmed and sent to the
family of the criminal in order that they may remember his fate and
meditate upon it."]
The voice of Jieng interrupted him. She had risen. With her two hands
sweeping the air in a wide threatening gesture, she cried out:
"The Law is the Law. You have come here to find out, and you have found
out; but now the Law of Gondwana has become your Law. Hear this also
which is the first word, at once the first and the last, as the chain
which binds you is complete.
... _It is written: that those who wish to know--may know. This is
the Law of the Red Gods--the Law of the barren wives, the Law of
Gondwana. But those of our blood only--and among those only women
and the servants of the Gods--may hear it and know it without
dying._..."
A great clamor filled the hall: all the priestesses standing upon their
steps with their eyes turned towards the two men repeated in unison:
"_And the Law of Gondwana is become your Law._"
Clear and sudden, silence fell and lasted for a moment; then Jieng gave
the order:
"Set them in the eighth gallery of the end hall until sunset. Then they
shall be carried to the statue of the God; and when the dawn comes the
last rule of the Law shall be carried out...."
She looked the missionary in the face.
"And now I shall find out how those who serve your God can die," said
she.
Straining towards him she seemed to await his answer. But the priest,
with his eyes in front of him, gave no evidence of having heard her
except by a faint smile.