CHAPTER XXXIII

HACIOCRAM

“ONE group of islands we were warned to avoid was that of the Rasolola,

or theomaniacs. Hither had been deported from the chief countries all

who allowed their peculiar religious ideas to outrun common-sense or the

permissible limits of worship or theological belief. A storm, however,

drove us close to the small archipelago, and we had to anchor off

Haciocram, or the Isle of Prophets. We had no sooner come to rest than

there was raised on a signal-board above a lofty tower on the island an

inscription in enormous letters. We got our guide to translate it. It

did not remove our perplexity to learn that it was only a number, 1999.

What could it mean? He could not enlighten us; but there was a provoking

smile on his face. Before we could question him further, we saw a canoe

put off from shore. Its occupant reaching us bounced on board, with

fiery eyes standing out of his head, and his long hair on end like a

mop. He was the inspired messenger of the inspired high-priest of the

island, and he came to ask us if we accepted that (and he pointed to the

sign-board) as the true number of the beast; if we did not, we might

just as well be gone at once; for we would not be allowed to land. I

wanted to know what beast it was; I knew a good many beasts, both human

and inhuman; and I should like to know which one it was he meant. What!

Did I not know what the beast was? the man of sin? the foul creature

that was to creep forth and pollute the world at its end? The true

number of him had but that day been revealed, and the whole world must

accept it. For the sake of peace, I indicated my acceptance of it,

though I was no more clear as to its meaning than before.

“Blastemo explained how the Haciocrammers had taken the sacred books of

the islands with them as the sole consolation of their exile, and had

worked out from them the most extraordinary theories of the

constitution, history, and fate of the world. But, as they took, some of

them the words, and others the letters of the words, of the book as

inspired, whilst one section accepted its Thribbaty form and another its

Slapyak form as the true, there had been the bitterest dissension

amongst them. At one time the dominant section converted the others by

great physical pressure brought to bear on the thumb, then considered

the seat of the soul; at another it was the great toe that was the point

of attack in conversion crusades; if the conversion could not be

accomplished thus, then were the recalcitrants purified by fire as the

only means left of saving their souls. Sometimes the dissentients

pretended to give up the errors of their way, and when strong enough

rose in rebellion and overturned the dominant set. This had occurred

again and again, till it was difficult to tell from month to month, or

now even week to week, which sect was in power. There were as many sects

as there were symmetrical combinations of numbers, and they were all,

when in power, equally fierce in persecution of the others. Their

experience as victims taught them no lesson of tolerance, but only

filled their hearts with a furious passion for revenge, that was

ultimately blended and confused with a passion for conversion.

“But had not the long series of mutual persecutions cleared out most of

the population? No; not one in a generation suffered the purification by

fire. Either the thumb or the great-toe persuasion was usually quite

sufficient. What had resulted from the perpetual conversions by pressure

was one of the most treacherous dispositions in the whole archipelago.

Cunning had become an ingrained instinct as strong as their fanaticism

in these numeromaniacs. When they were not dragooning and oppressing,

they were busy protecting themselves from persecution by pretending to

assume the colour of the persecutors. Alternately victim and fanatic

oppressor, the Haciocrammer had become one of the most singular mongrels

in creation. He was bold as a lion to-day, and confident in his own

inspiration and infallibility; to-morrow he was cringing and supple and

obsequious as the veriest slave. This creature who had just brought the

order from the ruling high-priest, whose eye was all fire and

fanaticism, would, after the next revolution to-morrow or the following

day, be ready to lick the dust beneath your feet, whilst his eye would

be full of mute and stupid appeal; you would not believe him to be the

same being, his nature would be so thoroughly turned inside out.

“We tried to persuade the ambassador to sell us provisions, but he was

so eager to persuade us of his infallibility and the finality of the new

number of the beast that he could not listen to our requests. The world

had been waiting for this number so long that it could not afford time

for anything now but the contemplation of it, and if only we would

consider the method by which the high-priest had come at it, we would

see that the universe was saved. He had counted all the words in the

Thribbaty version of the sacred book, and all in the Slapyak version,

and added them together for a divisor; and for a dividend he had counted

all their letters and added them together and multiplied the sum by the

number of divisions in the book; what he got he divided by the number of

words, and thus he found the new number. What was more important was

that he had prophesied this before he had reached the result by

arithmetic.

“Having got at the number, he had interpreted it in as original and

infallible a way. He had taken the number of strokes needed to make any

one letter of their alphabet as the numerical rendering of it, and in

this manner he had translated the whole alphabet into numbers. He thus

found that the new number stood for the name of his chief antagonist; if

taken numerically, it indicated that this enemy of his and of the sect

he represented would descend into Hades at the end of the world, whilst

the high-priest himself and his sect would ascend into heaven; and the

end of the world, he announced from other signs in the lettering of the

sacred book, was next year.

“Blastemo told us that every time he had approached the island the world

was to come to an end the following week or month or year; so, in order

to test the high-priest, we sent off a message by his envoy offering to

buy the surplus provisions of the island that would not be needed after

the date he gave for the collapse of all things. A negative answer came

back; and, as the storm had moderated, we lifted our anchor and left.”

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