The Fall
On the following morning Khian was informed by Ru that orders had
been sent to the Captain of the Pyramids to instruct him in the art of
scaling them, should he so desire. So presently, accompanied by Ru, he
went out and at the foot of the smallest of the pyramids found this
man and his sons awaiting him. Awhile later, having been stripped of
most of his garments and removed his sandals, he began his lesson,
much as Nefra had done, with a rope tied about his middle. Like her,
being young, active, and very bold, accustomed to the scaling of
heights moreover, he proved an apt pupil, climbing two thirds of the
height of the pyramid, that is, as far as he was allowed to go,
turning about, as Nefra had done, and descending again with but little
help from his guide. Yet trouble came, for when he was within some
forty feet of the ground, to which the Sheik who was beneath him had
descended already and there stood, talking to Ru, Khian called to him
above who held the rope to throw it down as it was no more needed, and
at the same time undid the noose from about his middle.
Thus freed the rope slid away, but, although Khian did not notice
this, it caught upon the marble but a little below him. Continuing his
descent carelessly enough, in setting his foot upon a certain knob of
this marble, his heel rested upon the rope that twisted round beneath
his weight, causing him to slip and lose his balance.
Next instant he was sliding down the face of the pyramid, and, as he
slid he turned so that now his head pointed towards the ground. The
Sheik saw, as did Ru. Together they bounded forward to catch him in
his fall. In a second he was on them, but the weight of his body
struck between them, forcing them apart although they grasped him as
he came. Do what they would, his head hit the ground, not so very hard
indeed, but, as it chanced, where a stone fallen from the pyramid was
hidden just beneath the sand, and though he never felt the blow, of a
sudden his senses left him, for he was stunned.
When they returned, dimly and as at a great distance he heard a voice
speaking, though who spoke he could not see because his eyelids seemed
to be glued together with blood, and for this, or some other reason,
he was unable to open them.
“I think that he is not dead,” said the voice, which in truth was that
of a physician. “The neck does not seem to be broken, nor indeed any
limb. Therefore unless the skull is cracked, which I cannot discover
for the blood from the cut makes search difficult, I hold that he is
but stunned and will come to himself in time.”
“The gods send that you are right, Leech,” answered another voice, a
woman’s voice that was full of doubt and fear. “For three long hours
has he lain senseless in this tomb and so still that almost I
think---- Oh! see, he stirs his hand. He lives! He lives! Feel his
heart again.”
The physician did so, and said:
“It beats more strongly. Trouble not, Lady. I believe that he will
recover.”
“Pray that he does, all of you,” went on the woman’s voice, in which
now was hope mingled with anger. “Ill did you pyramid-climbers guard
him who tangled the rope about his feet. As for you, Ru, was not your
great strength enough to hold so light a weight falling from but a
little height?”
“It seems not, Lady,” answered the deep voice of Ru, “seeing that this
light weight of his knocked me down and the Sheik with me, and almost
tore my arm out of its socket. Full forty feet he came like a stone
from a sling.”
At this moment Khian opened his lips and very faintly asked for water.
It was brought to him. A soft hand lifted his head, a vase was held to
his lips. He drank, sighed, and swooned again.
Once more he awoke or was awakened by the sharp pain that seemed to
stab his head from side to side. Now he could open his eyes and,
looking about him, saw that he was back in his chamber at the temple,
for upon a stool lay possessions of his own. At the foot of the couch
a curtain had been drawn and beyond the curtain he heard two women
talking.
“How goes he, Kemmah? Has he awakened?” asked a sweet voice that he
knew again, for it was the voice of the guide who had led him from the
palm grove, the voice, too, of her whom he had seen crowned as Queen
of Egypt.
Khian strove to lift his head, to look past the end of the curtain,
but could not because his neck was stiff as a stone; so he lay still
and listened, his heart beating for joy because this fair, royal lady
had been at the pains to visit him that she might learn his state.
“Not yet, child,” answered the Lady Kemmah, “though it is true that it
is time he did. The learned leech, our brother, said that he can find
no great hurt and that he should wake within twelve hours, but twenty
have gone by and still he sleeps--or swoons.”
“Oh! Kemmah, do you think that he will die?” asked Nefra in tones that
were full of fear.
“Nay, nay, I hope not, though when the head is hurt one never can be
sure. It would be most sad, for he is a fine man. Never did I see one
more perfect in his body or more comely in his face, though half his
blood is that of the accursed Shepherds.”
“Who told you about his blood, Kemmah, and whence it sprang?”
“The birds of the air or the blowing wind. Are you the last to learn
what all here know--that this guest of ours is no palace scribe or
officer, but the Prince Khian himself, who, if you take Apepi as a
husband, will be your stepson?”
“Have done with your talk of Apepi, on whom be the curse of all the
gods of Egypt, and of his own as well. For the rest, I guessed, but I
did not know, though I was sure that this Rasa could be no common man.
Save him, Kemmah! For if he dies--oh! what am I saying? Come, let me
look on him. As he sleeps there can be no harm and I will make the
sign of health upon his brow and pray for his recovery to the Spirit
that we worship.”
“Well, then, be swift, for if the leech or Tau should come, they might
think it strange to find the Queen of Egypt in a sick man’s chamber.
Still, have your way, but be swift. I will keep watch without.”
Now although Khian shut his eyes close so that he could see nothing,
with his ears he heard the curtain drawn aside, heard, too, a light
footfall by his bed. More, he felt soft fingers make some sign upon
his brow, a loop it seemed to be with a line drawn through it,
perchance the Loop of Life. Then she who had drawn the sign seemed to
lean over him and, setting her lips close to his face, to murmur holy
words of which he could not catch the drift or meaning. And as she
murmured, ever those lips drew closer to his own, till at length for
one second they touched his own and swiftly were withdrawn. Then came
a sigh and silence.
Now Khian opened his eyes, to see other eyes gazing down at him, and
in them tears.
“Where am I? What has chanced?” he asked faintly. “I dreamed that I
was dead and that some daughter of the gods breathed new life into me.
Oh! now I remember, my foot turned on that accursed rope and being
careless and over-sure, I fell. It matters not, soon I shall be strong
again and then I swear that I will climb those pyramids one by one
more swiftly than does the spirit who inhabits them.”
“Hush! Hush!” murmured Nefra. “Nurse, come here. This sick one is
awake and speaks, though foolishly.”
“Soon he will be asleep again for good if you stay at his side talking
of pyramids,” answered Kemmah who had entered the place unseen by
either. “Have you not had enough of pyramids, both of you? Would that
those vain fools of kings had never built them to bring trouble to the
greater fools that come after.”
“Yet I will climb them,” muttered Khian.
“Begone, child, and bid Ru bring the leech, and swiftly,” went on
Kemmah.
With one quick glance at Khian, Nefra glided away. Kemmah watched her
go, saying to herself as she turned to minister to him:
“How strange a thing is love that can send so many to their deaths, or
by its strength draw the dying back to life again. But of the love of
these two what will be born?”
Then she gave Khian milk to drink and bade him lie still and silent.
Yet he would not obey who, having drunk, asked her dreamily:
“Think you, good Nurse, that the Spirit of the Pyramids of whom all
talk in this holy land is as fair as that lady who has left us?”
“The Spirit of the Pyramids! Can I never be rid of these pyramids?
Who, then, and what is this Spirit?”
“That is just what I would find out, Nurse, even if I lose my life in
seeking it, as it seems that already almost I have done. My soul is
aflame with desire to look upon this Spirit, for something within
tells me that until I do so never shall I find happiness.”
“Here the story runs otherwise,” answered Kemmah. “Here it is said
that those who look on her, if there be such a one, find madness.”
“Are they not perchance the same thing, Nurse? Are we ever happy
except when we are mad? Can the sane be happy, or the wise? Is your
holy Prophet Roy happy, who is the sanest of the sane and the wisest
of the wise? Are all those death-awaiting Whitebeards who surround him
happy? Have you ever been happy, except perhaps years ago when
sometimes you were mad?”
“If you ask me, I have not,” answered Kemmah, remembering certain
things and trembling beneath the thought of them. “Perchance you are
right, young sir. Perchance, as drunkards think, we are only happy
when we are mad. Yet if you will be guided by me, you will cease to
seek a spirit in the skies, or near them, and content yourself with
following after woman upon the earth.”
“Who knows, Nurse,” replied Khian with all the solemnity of one whose
brain still reels, “that in seeking after the Spirit I may not find
the woman, as in seeking after a woman, some have found a spirit? Who
knows that they are not the same thing? I will tell you--perhaps--when
I have climbed those pyramids by the light of the full moon.”
“Which has already shone,” interrupted Kemmah angrily.
“There are more full moons to come, Nurse. The sky is as peopled with
full moons unborn as the sea is with oysters that will be eaten, and
the pyramids will stand for a long while to welcome climbers,”
answered Khian faintly.
“To Set with the pyramids and your silly talk!” burst out Kemmah,
stamping her foot. Then she ceased, noting that Khian had once more
swooned away.
“A fool!” she thought to herself as she ran to find help. “Indeed, the
first of fools who would hunt a ghost when the loveliest of flesh and
blood lies to his hand. Yet were I thirty years younger I think that I
might find it in my heart to go mad with this spirit-seeking fool, as
I think also another is in the way of doing. What did he say? That in
searching for the Spirit he might find the woman? Well, perhaps he
will; perhaps after all this moonstruck prince is not such a fool as
he seems. Perhaps those who climb the pyramids find joy at the top of
them, and joy is better than wisdom. So at least some come to believe
when we grow old and have left it far behind.”
Very soon Khian, who was young and strong and though shaken by the
shock of his fall, as the physician said, quite unhurt in his brain or
his bones, rose recovered from his bed. Indeed, within five days, once
more he was climbing the pyramids by the help of the Captain and his
sons, for it would seem that this passion had grown upon him during
his swoon. Also that swoon, when he shook off the last of it, left no
memory of what he had said or done while it endured. From the moment
when he set his foot upon the cord and slipped, until at last he rose
from his bed, he remembered nothing, not even the visit of Nefra to
his chamber or his talk with Kemmah, though it is true that these came
back to him in after days. So where he had left off, there he began
again, namely, on the slope of the pyramid, which very soon he
mastered, as in due time he did the others, like Nefra before him.
Day by day, from dawn until the sun grew too hot for the work, he
laboured at those pyramids, so hard that at last the Captain and his
sons were almost outworn and declared that they had to do with a
devil, not a man. Yet they spoke well of him, as did all others,
holding that he who after such a fall dared to persevere and conquer,
must be great-hearted. For they did not understand that, from the
moment of his slip, of his fall he remembered nothing.
Meanwhile, though he knew it not, at the Court of King Apepi it was
believed that he was dead. The tidings of his fall from the pyramid
and, it was added, of his death, for dead he seemed to be, had
overtaken that messenger, a Brother of the Dawn named Temu, who bore
the answer from the Council of the Dawn and Khian’s own letter, as he
embarked upon the Nile, and he had spread it abroad and carried it to
the Court at Tanis. When Apepi heard this news he was grieved in a
fashion, since he had loved his son a little, at least when he was
younger, though not much because in his fierce and selfish heart there
was small room for any love save of himself.
Soon, however, his grief was swallowed up in wrath at that which was
written in the letter from the Brotherhood of the Dawn, which he swore
to destroy root and branch unless Nefra, whom they had dared to crown
Queen of Egypt, were given to him in marriage. Moreover, he believed
that Khian had not come to his end by a chance tumble from the
pyramid, but that he had been done to death at the decree of this
Brotherhood, that the heir to the Crown of the North might be removed
because he stood in the path of her who had been consecrated Queen of
all Egypt. But of all these things Apepi wrote nothing to the Council
of the Dawn. Indeed, he seized their messenger, Temu, and kept him in
a safe place where he could communicate with none, and meanwhile made
certain plans and preparations.
During the weeks which followed his recovery Khian did more than climb
the pyramids. Thus he received instruction in the faith and worship of
the Brotherhood of the Dawn, as it had been promised that he should
do. In the evening, in a little lamp-lit hall, he was taught by Tau,
or by Roy the Prophet, or sometimes by both of them together.
Moreover, he shared this instruction with another pupil, Nefra the
neophyte.
There he sat at one end of a table with ink and papyrus in front of
him, while at the other end, with Kemmah behind her and the gigantic
Ru standing in the shadow as a guard and sentinel, sat the young Queen
simply clothed in white as a neophyte should be, so placed that he
could see her face in the rays of the lamp and she could see his, and
yet too far away for them to talk together. At the centre of the table
in carved seats sat Roy and Tau, or one of them, expounding the secret
mysteries of their Order, and from time to time asking or answering
questions.
So pure and beautiful was the faith they taught that very soon it
possessed the heart of Khian. In its outlines it was simple, that of
the existence of one great Spirit, of whose attributes all the gods
they knew were ministers, a Spirit who for its own purposes sent them
forth into the world, whence in due time it would draw them back
again. Moreover, these holy and learned men taught their pupils of
those purposes, declaring that the greatest of them was to promote
peace upon the earth and to do good to all that breathed. Yet there
were other parts of this doctrine which were not so plain and easy,
for these had to do with the methods by which that Spirit could be
approached of those who still dwelt upon the earth, with forms of
prayer and hidden rites also, that would bring the Worshipped into
communion with the worshipper. Further, there were many rules of life
and great principles of politics and government, all of which were a
part of the law.
Khian hearkened and found this doctrine good, for therein was that
which fed if as yet it did not satisfy his hungry soul. On a certain
day at the end of the last lesson, he rose and said:
“O holy Prophets Roy and Tau, I accept your teaching; I would be sworn
as the humblest of the Brethren of the Order of the Dawn. Only for a
certain reason which I must keep secret, of your temporal politics I
say nothing either good or ill, neither do I bind myself to them. In
the spirit I am yours; in the flesh and for the purposes of the flesh,
as yet I am the slave of others. Is it enough?”
Roy and Tau consulted together while Nefra watched them curiously and
Khian sat lost in thought, his head bowed upon his hands. At length
the old prophet spoke, saying:
“Son, the time you can give to study and preparation being short and
your heart being set upon the truth, it is enough. Here in these tombs
also we learn many things, and amongst them that men are not always
what they seem to be. Thus it well may chance that by blood, birth,
and duty you are bound with chains you cannot break, even to satisfy
your soul. It well may chance, moreover, that it is not for you to
take the vows of celibacy and abstinence, or to swear that you will
lift no sword in war, since perhaps it is decreed that your mission in
the world must be otherwise fulfilled. Further, what we say to you, we
say to our sister who with you has listened to the words of Life. Her
feet also are set upon a road that is high and difficult. Therefore,
exempting both of you from much to which others must bow their heads,
to-morrow we will absolve you from your sins, swear you to our
precepts, to break which will bring a curse upon your souls, and
number you among our company in earth and Heaven.”
So it came about that on the next day at a great ceremony in the
temple hall, Khian the Prince and Nefra the Queen received at the
hands of Roy the Ancient absolution of all evil that they had thought
or done, and thereafter were sworn as full members of the Order of the
Dawn, vowing themselves to accept its law as their guiding star and to
pursue its holy ends eternally. Separately they knelt before its
white-robed High Priest while far off on the confines of the great
hall and out of hearing of their speech the brethren watched them as
witnesses, and received forgiveness and benediction with words of
whispered counsel, then withdrew and seated themselves side by side
while all that company chanted the ancient hymn of welcome to their
souls reborn. By slow degrees the loud, triumphant music grew less and
died away, as, headed by Roy, those who sang departed from the temple,
till at last there was a great silence, and in the silence they sat
alone.
Khian looked about him and noted that even Ru and Kemmah were gone; in
that great and solemn place they were quite alone, stared at by the
cold statues of gods and ancient kings.
Khian looked at Nefra and asked:
“Of what are you thinking, Sister?”
“I am thinking, Brother, that I have heard wonderful words and
received holy blessings which should have changed me from a sinful
maiden into a saint like Roy, and that yet I feel much the same as I
did before.”
“Are you sure that Roy is so great a saint, Sister? I have seen him
once or twice grow wrath like others. Also does the absence of
temptation, of which there can be little after ninety, make a saint?
For the rest, doubtless you feel as you did before, because it is not
possible for snow to grow whiter than snow.”
“Or fire hotter than fire. But have done, Brother. Is this a time or
place for pretty speeches? Hearken, for as we are now both bound in
the bonds of the same great oath we can speak our minds to each other,
fearing no betrayal. These rites have changed me little, if at all,
who always have known the doctrines of the Dawn that from childhood
were instilled into my heart, although, until I attained my present
age, under its law I could not be admitted to the full fellowship of
the order. Behold! I am still no spirit but a woman as before, full of
mortal purposes. Thus,” she added slowly, considering him with her
large eyes, “my father was slain by one I hold to have been the
usurper of his rights; one, too, who, I think, would have murdered me
if he could, and for those deeds I desire to repay him. Also to them
of late he has added deadly insult, for now this slayer of my father
and would-be murderer seeks to take me, the orphaned child, in
marriage, and for that affront, too, I would repay him.”
“Bad, very bad, Sister,” answered Khian, shaking his head sadly,
perhaps to hide a certain twitching of the corners of his mouth. “But,
if I may ask, did you confess these black sins to the holy prophet
Roy, and if so, what did he say of them, Sister?”
“I did, Brother, who could think of nothing else to confess, or at
least not much, and what he answered makes me believe that you are
right in holding that the holy Roy is still not so holy as he might
be. He said, Brother, that such thoughts were born of my ancient blood
and natural, and that it was right that those who committed great
crimes for cold, base purposes should suffer for the crimes, and that
if I were the means of bringing punishment upon this man, it would be
because it had been so decreed by Heaven. Therefore he did not set me
down as sinful in this matter. But enough. Tell me, Brother, if it
pleases you, do you find yourself changed at heart?”
“I find my feet set upon a better and a higher road, Sister, for now I
know what to worship--I who worshipped nothing because I could believe
in nothing--also, how this new god should be worshipped. For the rest,
no one killed my father or sought to murder me and therefore I do not
wish to be avenged upon any one--at present. Yet, Sister----” and he
paused.
“I am listening, Brother, who feel sure that you cannot be quite so
good as you would have me understand.”
“Good! No, I am not good; I only hope to become good if I can find
someone to help me--no, not Roy, or Tau, or Kemmah, or the whole
Council of the Dawn--someone quite different.”
“A goddess from on high,” suggested Nefra.
“Yes, that is well said--a goddess from on high--we will talk of her
presently. But first what I want to say is that in following after
righteousness I have fallen into a very deep pit.”
“What pit, Brother?” asked Nefra, looking up at the roof of the
temple.
“One out of which I think you alone can help me. But I must explain.
First you should know that I am a liar. I am not the Scribe Rasa. The
Scribe Rasa, an excellent man and a master of his trade, died many
years ago when I was a boy. I am----” and he hesitated.
“--The Prince Khian, son of Apepi and heir apparent to the Crown of
the North,” suggested Nefra.
“Yes, you have got it quite right, except that I do not think I am any
longer heir apparent, or at any rate I shall soon cease to be so. But
may I ask, Sister, how you came to know my style and title?”
“We know everything in the House of the Dawn, Brother, also, as it
chances, you told me them yourself when you were sick--or was it
Kemmah?”
“Then it was very wrong of you to listen, Sister, and I hope that you
confessed that sin with the others. Well, now perhaps you see the pit.
The Prince Khian, the only lawful son of King Apepi--at present--has
been sworn a member of the Order of the Dawn, which order it is the
purpose of King Apepi to destroy, as is not wonderful, kings being
what they are, seeing that it has just crowned a certain lady Queen of
all Egypt and thereby in a sense declared war against him, the
usurper. Now tell me, what can I do who on the one hand am the Prince
Khian and on the other something much higher and better--a brother of
the Order of the Dawn?”
“The answer is simple, Brother. You must make peace between Apepi and
the Order of the Dawn.”
“Indeed, and how? By praying a certain sister to become the Queen of
King Apepi? Thus only can such a peace be made, as you know well.”
“I never said it,” answered Nefra, flushing. “Moreover, it does not
please me to listen to such counsel--even from a brother.”
“Nor would it please even a brother to give such counsel, for if it
were taken, that brother would soon be numbered among those who make
their prayers and swing their censers in the heavenly shrine whereof
we are instructed in the mysteries.”
“Why?” asked Nefra innocently. “If he gave it not, I could understand,
for then a certain king might be wrath. But if he gave it, why?”
“Because then a certain queen might be wrath, one who, as you, Sister,
have told me, loves vengeance. Or at least, because he himself, if
that counsel were taken, would be so weary of the world that he could
tread it no more.”
Now for a while there was silence between them and, beneath the shadow
of their white hoods, each of them sat staring at the ground.
“Sister,” said Khian at last, and as she made no answer, repeated in a
louder voice, “Sister!”
“Forgive me, I had almost fallen asleep after last night’s vigils.
What is it, Brother?”
“Only this. Would you be minded to help a poor prince out of the pit
of which I have spoken by dragging him up with a silken rope of--well,
of love which all members of this company owe to one another--and
making him a king?”
“A king! A king of what? Of these tombs and the dead in them?”
“Oh, no! Of your heart and the life in it. Hearken, Nefra. Together we
may stand against my father, Apepi, but apart we must fall, for when
he comes to learn the truth he will kill me, and if he can lay his
hands on you, drag you whither you do not wish to go. Moreover, I love
you, Nefra. From the moment when I heard your voice yonder by the palm
trees and knew you for a woman beneath your cloak, I loved you, though
then I thought you but some simple girl. What more is there to say?
The future is dark; great dangers lie ahead. Mayhap it will be
necessary to fly to far lands and leave all these pomps behind us. Yet
together would they not be well lost?”
“Then what of Egypt, Prince Khian? What of Egypt and the mission laid
upon me and the oath you heard me swear in this very hall?”
“I do not know,” he answered confusedly. “The road is dark. Yet with
love to light our feet we shall find a way. Say that you love me and
all will be well.”
“Say that I love you, the son of him who slew my father, that murderer
who seeks to make me his. How can I say this, Prince Khian?”
“If you love me, Nefra, you can say it, because it will be the truth,
and have we not heard that to hide the truth is the greatest of sins?
Do you love me?”
“I cannot answer. I will not answer. Ask it of the Sphinx. Nay, ask it
of the Spirit of the Pyramids, and by her word I will abide, for that
spirit is my spirit. One day still remains to us. Ask it to-morrow of
the Spirit of the Pyramids, if you dare to seek and find her beneath
the moon.”
Then suddenly she rose and fled away, leaving him alone and wondering.