HEPHAISTOS HATH SPOKEN
From his hiding-place behind the pillar Polaris had watched and
listened, leaving matters to the diplomacy of Kalin, hoping against
hope that the priest might persuade Helicon from his blind desires.
When he realized that the priest had failed he had crept forward from
pillar to pillar up the hall.
While all men watched tensely the scene on the platform, and none noted
him, he had swung himself up on the dais, and stood behind the pillar
at its edge, watchful and with finger on trigger. Even then he had held
his hand until the last second of time that would avail to save his
friend.
As he reached her side, Rose Emer collapsed with a shuddering cry, and
he caught her swooning body with his left arm.
Of all the Sardanians, Kalin was first to command himself. Kalin, the
quick-witted, alone guessed that his aid came not from the god of
his people, although for a moment he, too, had bowed before what had
seemed to him the supernatural. He remembered the strangely fashioned
"club" which Polaris had borne from the mountain, and turned it to his
purposes.
Without rising from his knees he tossed his hands above his head and
cried out:
"The voice of the god hath spoken! I thank thee, Lord Hephaistos! Thou
hast upheld thy servant."
Sardanians heard the words of their priest, and they believed. Nor
were Sardanian nerves stout enough to withstand such a startling
manifestation of the deity. With one accord the people broke from
the hall like sheep, and the nobles fled from one platform. Even the
sable-robed priests tarried not for another greeting from their god,
but scurried away with the rest.
Only one man fled not. That was the great Prince Minos, now ruler of
Sardanes. From where he had knelt at the edge of the dais he arose and
came, smiling no longer, to where his brother lay, and knelt again
with bowed head, paying heed to naught else; for Minos had loved his
brother.
With a silent gesture Kalin bade Polaris accompany him.
Rose Emer still lay limp in his arms. He lifted her like an infant
and followed the priest. Back to the Gateway to the Future they went
without pausing; nor did they in all of the way thither encounter a
single Sardanian. The wrath of Hephaistos was abroad in the land, and
his people prayed in their homes.
Far ahead of them hurried the little band of Kalin's priests, and
climbed the mountainside to their temple. None looked back.
Polaris handed the rifle and the spear to Kalin, that he might the more
easily carry the girl. As they proceeded he explained to the priest the
agency which had saved him and slain the prince.
"And in this tube lieth a death that striketh at a distance?" said the
priest curiously. "Well, brother, thou hast paid the score that lay
between us, and the score also that lay between the twain of us and
Prince Helicon. Truly, it was an ill day for Sardanes's prince when
Kard brought thee and the Rose maid into the valley."
"For one purpose only have I killed," said Polaris solemnly. "The
deaths of the men I have slain may not be counted against me. Gladly
would I have gone hence without bloodshed, but they stood blind to
justice. I take the Rose safely from Sardanes again--peacefully, if may
be--but I take her, though it cost the lives of a hundred men."
Shortly after they had crossed the river the girl's senses returned
to her, and she had opened her eyes for a brief instant, and had then
closed them again.
Softly she lay in the arms of the young giant who carried her so
easily. Very close to hers was his handsome face. Very far away and
faint was the face of the American captain. Unconsciously she nestled
closer in the strong arms, and on his broad shoulder her head turned
closer to his.
* * * * *
Polaris fought a conflict, short and sharp, as he carried Rose Emer
up the terraced slopes of the Gateway to the Future. It was a battle
fiercer by far than any that he had waged with the Sardanians, and
within himself were both the friend and the foe. With that soft, warm,
yielding body in his arms, the dear, proud little head at rest on his
shoulder, with the perfume of her hair in his nostrils, with her whole
ineffable attraction lying about him, never stronger than now, like the
meshes of a magic net, Polaris was going quite mad.
Lower and nearer he bent his head. Kalin, unseeing, stalked on ahead.
Nearer yet. The perfumed hair brushed his cheek.
Wild thoughts crowded one another through his brain. Why should he face
the long, hard way to the north? Was there not here a kingdom ready
to a strong hand--to his hand, with the aid of the priest? Youth, a
kingdom to take for a little fighting, and the queen of his heart to
queen it in the kingdom--what more in reason might any man ask?
Lower yet his head bent as he strode, and wild birth and bitter spirit
of the barren years strove in the man's soul with book-learned chivalry
and an old man's spoken precepts.
Yet was the end of the struggle a foregone conclusion. A few short days
back it would have been different. Despite his strange culture, Polaris
had been little better than a barbarian. The impulses in his breast
were those of the primal man, and might not for long be fettered by
half-learned lessons of the brain. And then came the woman and love.
All of the loose strands of his being, although he knew it not, were
gathered together and held in one small, soft white hand.
So, ere ever it was fought, his battle was decided.
Her hair brushed his cheek. His head swam dizzily. He knew not if he
walked or staggered. Her breath intoxicated him. Their lips met, only
a touch, light as the brushing of birds in flight, but it thrilled the
man like racing fire.
He started in every affrighted nerve. He dared not know that her lips
had answered to his touch. He dared not look at her face, swooned as he
believed her. With cheeks aflame, he strode on toward the house of the
priest, and did not discover the fiery signal raised in answer to his
own.
Dim-eyed, he laid her on the stone bench at the priest's door, while he
brought water to dash in her face. But when he came with it he found
her recovered and sitting upright, with hands pressed tightly to her
face. Covered as he was with his own confusion, he did not notice that
which might have spared them both much trouble in the days to come.
Following a succession of events which few men in the world could have
encountered, the steel-sinewed son of the snows now went on guard at
the house of Kalin while the priest and the girl slept, both of them
worn from their experiences in the last few hours. When they were
refreshed Polaris took his rest, and the priest stood watch. They dared
not relax vigilance, and there was none they might trust utterly,
except themselves.
They pressed their preparations for their departure from the valley.
While Kalin gathered secretly all things needed to their journey,
Polaris packed the sledge. He mended his harness with care, and with
light, tough wood and thongs constructed extra snow-shoes. He also
cleaned and oiled his guns, and selected several stout spears.
Beyond a return from the garb of the Sardanians to the stout clothing
she had worn from the outer world, the preparations of Rose Emer were
few.
* * * * *
Within twenty-four hours from the time of their return to the mountain
from the Judgement House, the storm gathered. Hard as they had labored,
they were not more than half finished with their work of preparation
for departure when Prince Minos climbed the slopes of the gateway. With
him came a file of stout Sardanians. Every man of the party was fully
armed.
"Yonder cometh trouble in haste," said Polaris, when he noted the
approach of the prince and his men. "Go thou and talk with them,
brother," he said to Kalin. "My temper groweth short with these
Sardanians of thine; the more so with those of the royal breed. And,
brother, should thy parley come to an ill end, wave thy hands and cast
thyself on thy face, and I will clear the way before thee," and he
patted the brown rifle.
"What is the pleasure of the Prince Minos?" asked Kalin, standing at
the top of the terrace path as the prince and his men paused in front
of him, where the way grew narrow.
Minos made no answer, gazing sternly on Kalin. Old Garlanes, the noble,
spoke.
"No words finds Minos, the prince," he said, "for his tongue is stilled
with sorrow--sorrow for the deaths of his brethren and with anger that
their slayer goeth unpunished."
Kalin's start of surprise was well simulated. "How mean you, Garlanes?"
he exclaimed. "The brethren of the prince--"
"Runners have come in who were sent on the trail of a hunting-party.
They report the corpses of Morolas, brother to the prince, and five
hunters lying in their blood in the Hunters' Road. Aye, they were done
to death with violence, and their bodies damaged by the beasts of the
wastes.
"Nor does the Prince Minos"--and Garlanes lowered his voice to a mere
whisper--"believe that the death of his brother Helicon came from
Sardanes's god. On the corpse of the dead Helicon were found two
wounds, from which blood had flowed, and from the mouth of one of them
there fell this thing."
Garlanes held out his hand with the leaden pellet of a rifle cartridge
in it.
"This thing Minos thinketh not of the Lord Hephaistos, but rather
of the stranger yonder, whom thou harborest. With him, the prince
thinketh, thou mayest find others to match this which slew the Prince
Helicon. But how he managed to slay Morolas and five other strong men,
wounding them all in front, is beyond the power of Minos to guess. And
now, O Kalin, he biddeth me say unto you that thou shall render unto us
the stranger and the woman, or else we take them by force. Thou wilt
give them up to us, or art thou still deluded?"
Kalin raised his hand in a gesture, commanding silence. "Let Kalin
ponder on this matter," he said quickly, and bowed his head in thought,
while Minos watched him with somber eyes. As he seemed to think the
priest turned over and over in his palm the pellet of lead from the
rifle of Polaris and pretended to attach great weight to it.
"Nay, O Minos, my master, and Garlanes, his mouthpiece," said Kalin at
length, speaking lowly, so that Polaris might not hear him, "Kalin no
longer is blind. He sees that it is even as thou seest. But if these
things be true, and the stranger hath power to slay with a noise at a
distance, it is likely that his taking will be no easy task, and may
cost the lives of many. In anger, or to save himself, he might slay
thee, O Minos, and thee, Garlanes."
Deeper grew the frown of Minos. Garlanes shuddered and glanced
apprehensively in the direction of Polaris, who sent him a grim and
unassuring smile.
"It were better," went on Kalin softly, "to leave the matter in the
hands of Kalin and of the priests of the gateway. This stranger seemeth
to trust us. What many of ye might not accomplish with force may be
done by few of us by stealth and cunning. Leave the matter to the
servants of Hephaistos. He hath brought dire trouble to Sardanes. For
the doing to death of the Prince Helicon and the Prince Morolas and his
servants, this stranger from the wilderness of a surety shall die, even
though he _did_ save the life of Kalin." The voice of the priest became
a low hiss. "He and the woman with him shall go through the Gateway to
the Future as an offering to the Lord Hephaistos. Kalin hath spoken!"
Minos, the prince, nodded his head slowly. "That were meet, priest,"
he said, speaking for the first time. "That is the order of Minos.
See that it be done, and that quickly; for the blood of my murdered
brethren calls to Minos for vengeance. Yes, Kalin, see to it, and much
will be forgiven thee of other things wherein Minos hath had caused to
doubt."
"When he sleepeth next it shall be done, prince," whispered Kalin.
Minos and his men turned away and descended the terraces, satisfied
that the doom of Polaris and the Rose was sealed.