Over the rising ground we eagerly sped, halting not till we dismounted
beneath the palms. The spot bore no trace of having been visited by
travellers; indeed, for the past two days we had not come across a
single bone of horse or camel, the country being apparently desolate and
unexplored.
Having carefully recalled the old _imam's_ dying instructions, Octave
and I became both convinced that this must be the place he had
indicated. Standing together, we cast our gaze wonderingly around, but
saw nothing to relieve the dreary monotony of sand and sky, except far
away eastward on the distant horizon, where a great mountain loomed,
misty and indistinct, in the purple haze.
"At last the supreme moment has arrived," I said excitedly, drawing the
Crescent of Glorious Wonders from the bag in which I had hidden it. "We
will put the truth of Mohammed ben Ishak's assertions, to the test."
"How that piece of engraved metal can effect the rescue of Zoraida
remains to me a mystery," Octave exclaimed, intensely interested in the
strange experiment I was about to make. He had tied his horse to a palm
trunk, taken a draught from his water-skin, and now stood with folded
arms, intently watching my actions.
Still half dubious as to whether the old _imam_ had spoken the truth, I
gazed upon the Crescent, tracing its mystic inscription, and vainly
endeavouring to decipher it.
"Did the _imam_ explain the exact position in which you were to place it
upon your head?" asked my friend.
"He told me to let it rest upon my brow," I answered.
"Then you must remove your head-gear."
This I did at once, casting it upon the sand. Then, breathless with
excitement, knowing how much depended upon the elucidation of the Great
Mystery, I took the strangely-shaped object that had experienced so many
vicissitudes, and, while Uzanne riveted his dark, serious eyes upon
mine, placed it upon my forehead. Pressing its inner edge against my
brow, it fitted tightly, the horns gripping my temples with an
unpleasant pressure that caused them to throb violently.
"_Dieu_!" cried Octave, grasping my left hand suddenly. "Tell me--tell
me quickly--what ails you?"
I was staggering as one intoxicated. I heard his voice, but it seemed
distant, even sepulchral, for when the cold metal came in contact with
my brow, I experienced sensations excruciatingly painful. Across the
top of my skull and through my temples and eyes sharp pains shot,
producing an acute sensitiveness, as though flesh and brain were being
torn asunder by sharp hooks. In the first acute spasm of suffering, I
cried aloud, causing Uzanne considerable anxiety. For a few moments the
agony was intense. The tapering ends of the Crescent pressed into my
temples, causing them to shoot in spasms that lancinated every nerve,
and I felt myself on the point of fainting under the horrible
cruciation.
With a sudden impetuous movement I tried to doff the semicircle of
metal, but whether I did not pull it evenly, or whether my head had
swollen after I had assumed it, I could not tell. All I knew was, that
I could not disengage my head from its tightening grip. Clenching my
teeth, I struggled against the nauseating faintness that crept over me,
and gradually the sudden pangs decreased, until the maddening racking of
my brain was succeeded by a curious tranquillisation that caused me to
involuntarily reconcile myself to circumstances.
Octave's presence, and indeed all my immediate surroundings, seemed to
fade from my sight, and in their place there was conjured up in the
vista down which I seemed to gaze a vision indistinct at first, but
gradually becoming more and more vivid. With my face to the east, a
feeling of calm pleasure and enchantment overspread me as my vision
seemed to extend to treble its normal range.
It was an extraordinary phenomenon.
With my eyes fixed upon the purple mountain fading into a shadowy
outline against the clear and brilliant sky, I appeared to gradually
approach it. As it grew larger and more distinct, I was enabled to take
in the details of the scene, and become enraptured by its charm. The
sides of the mountain were clothed by luxuriant foliage and
sweet-smelling flowers, and when, in the strange hallucination which had
taken possession of me, I approached still nearer, I suddenly
experienced a conviction that I had on a previous occasion gazed upon
the same scene.
Vainly I tried to recall it. The pressure upon my temples appeared to
have crushed and dulled my senses so that any effort to recollect the
past was unavailing. My brain seemed electrified by the sudden shock
when I had placed the Crescent upon my brow, and now all the past was
but a blank, all the present chaotic and incomprehensible. Yet the
scene was so familiar, that my inability to recollect where I had before
witnessed it was tantalising, and caused me to wonder whether my mind
had become unbalanced and the exteriorised image had not been induced by
insanity. I dreaded to think it might be so. Yet I now experienced no
pain, only a strange, uncontrollable desire to draw nearer. The
mountain seemed to act as a magnet, transfixing me, drawing me closer
and closer, with a force mystic, but utterly irresistible.
Within me was a violent craving, a sudden longing to search for some
unknown person or object concealed there, the truth of which I must at
all hazards discover.
Words fell upon my ear; but they were unintelligible. Uzanne was no
doubt asking me a question in his eagerness to know what had caused my
alarming change of manner, but I heeded not. Swiftly I approached the
single mountain rising in its solitary beauty in that vast, lonely land,
until suddenly its highest point attracted me, and at last, with an
ejaculation of joy, I remembered.
The summit was shaped in the form of a camel's hump, crowned by three
palms that looked at that altitude no bigger than the little
finger-joint. The centre tree raised its feathery head higher than
those of its companions. Yes, it was the same! The scene that my keen
vision now gazed upon was a reproduction, exact in every particular, of
the picture that had been revealed by the crystal mirror that Mohammed
ben Ishak had allowed me to gaze upon!
In the mirror I had been painfully impressed by the figure of a dying
man in the immediate foreground, but the presence of death no longer
marred the scene. Pushing forward still nearer, over rough, broken
ground, without experiencing any physical fatigue, I distinguished
straight before me a dark spot in the side of a great wall of grey rock,
just at a point where it rose from the plain to form part of the
mountain. Presently I could see that it was the low arched entrance to
what appeared to be a cave, and as a sudden desire seized me to
investigate it, I pressed forward, overwhelmed by a vivid conviction
that within that cavern lay an elucidation of the Great Mystery.
Eagerly I approached, until I had come within a leopard's leap of the
gloomy opening, then suddenly some inexplicable power arrested my
progress. Struggling to proceed, I fought desperately with the unseen
influence that held me back, determined that even though I risked my
life, I must enter that rocky portal and search for the knowledge by
which I might rescue Zoraida. Her words of piteous appeal urged me
forward, but though I exerted all my strength and will, yet I did not
advance a single inch further towards my weird and gloomy goal.
Some strange intuition told me that this cavern was the spot I sought,
yet, though again and again I strove to shake off the shackles that had
so suddenly been cast about me, all effort was in vain, for an instant
later my heart sank in despair as the scene gradually dissolved and
receded from my gaze, until the mountain grew so distant as to appear
the mere misty outline that I had at first witnessed, and I was rudely
aroused from a state of dreamy wonderment by hearing Octave exclaim in
alarm--
"_Sapristi_! old fellow, I'm beginning to think you've taken leave of
your senses!"
"No," I answered, endeavouring to calm myself. "I--I have witnessed an
extraordinary scene."
"Has anything remarkable been revealed?" he anxiously inquired.
"Yes. I have had a strangely vivid day-dream, by which I have been
shown the spot whereat to search for the promised explication."
"Where is it?" he asked quickly.
"In a cavern in yonder mountain," I replied, pointing to the horizon.
"In a cavern?" he cried in surprise. "How have you ascertained that?"
I told him of the success of the catoptromancy, of the picture that my
breath had produced upon the mirror, and of the exact reproduction which
I had just witnessed.
"But do you think the Crescent has produced this remarkable chimera?" he
asked.
"Undoubtedly," I replied, releasing my head from it at last, and
offering it to him, in order to see whether a similar illusion would be
revealed. Removing his head-gear, he allowed me to place it upon his
brow in the same position as I had assumed it. I held it there several
minutes, and asked whether he experienced either pleasure or pain.
"I feel nothing," he declared at last. Then, with an incredulous smile,
he added, "I'm inclined to believe that your remarkable extension of
vision is mere imagination. Your nerves are unstrung by thoughts of
Zoraida's peril, in combination with the fatigue of your journey."
"But I can describe to you yonder mountain minutely," I said. "The cave
is in a high wall of grey granite, and its mouth, once evidently of
spacious dimensions, has been rendered small by sand that has drifted up
until it has almost choked it. It is semicircular, but seems narrow
inside, forming a kind of shallow grotto."
"And what is the general aspect of the mountain side?"
The picture still remained vividly impressed upon my memory, so I had no
difficulty in giving him an accurate description of what I had seen.
"_Eh bien_! Let us investigate," he said, evidently amazed at my very
detailed word-picture of the place. "Let us see how far you are
correct. For ten minutes you've been gazing at it with such a strange,
far-off look in your eyes, that I confess I began to be concerned as to
your sanity. I have seen a similar look in the eyes of Chasseurs who
have fallen victims to sunstroke."
"The mystery is just as inexplicable to myself as it is to you," I
answered. "Somehow, however, the contact of the Crescent has created
within me a firmly-rooted conviction that we shall discover something in
that cavern."
"If we can find the place," he added, laughing good-humouredly.
"Let us try," I said, climbing upon my camel, who had been resting on
his knees a few yards away, and causing him to rise. Uzanne, after
another pull at his water-skin, sprang upon his horse, and we both
commenced to descend again to the sandy plain.
With eyes fixed upon the mountain, rising like an island amid that
inhospitable sea of sand, we pressed forward, Uzanne from time to time
expressing a hope that we were not seeking a will-o'-the-wisp, and
speculating as to what mystery might be concealed within the gloomy
opening I had described. The way grew more rough, sand being succeeded
by great sharp stones, which played havoc with my camel's feet, causing
me to travel but slowly, for my animal's lameness in this vast
wilderness might result disastrously. Still we journeyed on, as slowly
the great mountain assumed larger proportions, until, after a most
tedious course of travel, we found ourselves but a few hundred yards
from its base.
The three trees were growing upon the summit as I had seen them in my
mental picture, and every detail was the same in reality as I had
witnessed it. The ground rose gently, with palmetto and asphodel
growing and flourishing among the rocks, but there was no steep cliff of
granite--there was no cave!
Uzanne laughed at my abject disappointment.
"My surmise was correct, you see, old fellow," he exclaimed, pulling up
for a moment to light a cigarette. "The mysterious cavern only existed
in your distorted imagination."
"But how do you account for the fact that I was able to describe the
place to you before I had seen it?"
Shrugging his shoulders with the air of the true Parisian, he answered,
"There are mysteries that it would be futile to attempt to fathom. That
is one."
His reply annoyed me. It seemed that he either doubted me, or
attributed my illusion to some trick of my own.
"At least you will accompany me on a ride around the base," I said. "I
have not yet abandoned hope."
"Oh, very well," he said, with a reluctance that was apparent. "As you
wish. I'm afraid, however, you're in search of a phantom."
The mountain cast a welcome shadow, and as we turned our faces northward
and picked our way over the stones, riding was not at all unpleasant.
For some time, however, neither of us spoke, but when we had ridden
about a quarter of a mile further round the base, I suddenly reined up,
and, pointing to a great precipitous cliff of granite that, jutting out
before us, rose about a hundred feet from the plain, cried--
"See! The cave! At last! Surely that is more than a phantom?"
My companion shaded his eyes with his hands for a second, then, turning
to me, in an awed voice answered--
"Yes! It is indeed a cave, exactly as you have described it! Forgive
me for doubting, but the puzzling strangeness of these extraordinary
incidents must be my excuse."
"Of course," I answered, too excited for complimentary phrases, and with
one accord we both bounded forward, dismounting a few moments later
before the strange, mysterious cavern.
Taking our rifles, we both peered into the darkness, which was rendered
more impenetrable on account of the brilliance of the day. Breathlessly
excited, we stood on the threshold of the natural chamber, the existence
of which had been so curiously revealed to me. What mystery lay therein
hidden we knew not, and for some moments stood straining our eyes into
the dusky gloom. The Crescent of Glorious Wonders had so far revealed
the mystery; we had now to explore the cave in search of the Great
Secret which Mohammed ben Ishak had promised would be revealed.
"If we are to enter, we shall want a light," Octave said at last, in a
voice strained by excitement.
"Around my water-skins are ropes of plaited grass. They will serve as
torches," I exclaimed; and, rushing back to where my camel was calmly
kneeling, I took my knife and cut the cords away, dividing them into
four long strips, two of which I gave my companion. Striking a match,
he lit one, and with our rifles slung behind us, we climbed over the
great heap of drifted sand and entered the weird and gloomy grotto.
The uncertain light of the torch was scarcely sufficient to illumine our
footsteps. The cavern was spacious, the arched roof being formed of
bare, jagged rock, but the sand of the Desert, having drifted in, had so
closed the entrance that we had to stoop until we had entered some
distance, then we went by gradual descent over the mound of soft sand,
down some sixteen feet to the floor of the cavern. Here it widened
until it was some twenty feet across, then gradually narrowed, as the
ground, formed of rocks over which we clambered, shelved gradually down.
Eagerly we gazed on every side, but only saw rough rocks above, beneath,
and around us. So dark was it, that I suggested I should ignite a
second torch, but Octave would not hear of it, pointing out that we
might be in need of them later.
Weirdly our voices echoed, and it was altogether an uncanny place.
Penetrating at length to the extreme end, and finding absolutely
nothing, we proceeded to make a closer inspection of the sides of the
place, for we had now resolved to thoroughly explore it. Eagerly we
searched every nook and cranny, expecting every moment to discover
something, but being always disappointed. So lofty was the place in one
part that the light did not reach the roof, and above us was an
impenetrable gloom, into which we vainly strained our eyes.
The dead silence, the intensely dispiriting character of our
surroundings, and the unnatural echo of our voices, so impressed us,
that we found ourselves conversing in whispers. Indeed, we were
awestricken. A great secret--the character of which we knew not--was to
be made known to us, and each time we cast our eyes about us, we glanced
half in fear that some strange and extraordinary horror, of which we had
not even dreamed, would be suddenly revealed.
Having nearly completed our inspection, we were suddenly startled by a
curious noise which sounded in the darkness close to us. Halting, we
listened breathlessly for some moments.
"Bah! it's only a bird," I said, and we moved on again.
Suddenly, however, my companion, holding the torch higher above his
head, and pointing straight before us, started as he shrieked--
"_Dieu_! See! What is that? Shoot! For God's sake, fire!"
So startled was I by his sudden ejaculation, that at first I could see
nothing, but, peering in the direction he indicated, I saw in the dusky
gloom, about ten yards away, a pair of eyes that in the darkness seemed
to emit fire. The eyes moved quickly from side to side, and without a
second thought I took my rifle and, aiming full between them, pulled the
trigger. The report, deafening in that confined space, was followed by
the thud of a falling body, and, rushing up, we discovered that a great
panther lay there dead. Our escape had been almost miraculous. The
animal had, no doubt, been watching us ever since we entered, and at the
very moment when discovered was crouching for a spring. Fortunately,
however, my bullet passed through his skull, causing him to leap from
the ground and fall in a heap, dead as a stone.
"_Nom d'un tonnerre_! That was a narrow shave! Another instant, and
one of us would have been under his claws."
"Yes," I replied. "It was fortunate you noticed him." But we were both
too much absorbed in endeavouring to discover the character of the Great
Secret to further comment upon the incident.
Resuming our search, ever on the alert lest a similar danger should
threaten, we at length found, half concealed behind a projecting rock, a
deep recess about four feet square on a level with the ground. Uzanne
thrust his flambeau into it, and we were at once surprised to find that
the extent of it was not revealed. Briefly we discussed our situation,
when my companion exclaimed--
"Well, here goes! I mean to explore this;" and with rifle slung behind,
and torch in his hand, he went down upon his knees and crawled into the
narrow entry. Following close behind him, with heart beating quickly in
anticipation of some startling revelation, I crawled onward through the
tunnel-like passage, grazing elbows and knees upon the sharp rocks,
heeding nothing in my eagerness to explore the depths of this
subterranean grotto. The air was not foul, and we had confidence that
the narrow passage was more than a mere recess, but were dismayed a few
minutes later, when we came to the end, only to find further progress
barred by a wall of rugged rock.
Octave minutely examined the great black stones before him, for the
passage was so narrow that I could not pass, and therefore could see but
little.
"Strange!" he ejaculated, after he had been carefully examining a long
fissure and thrusting his fingers into it. "These stones appear
suspiciously as if they have been placed here to block up an entry."
"What causes you to think so?" I inquired.
"Because the stratum runs at a different angle to the rest of the stone.
There must be some opening beyond."
"Cannot we force an entrance?" I inquired.
Taking up his rifle, he struck the two great blocks of rock with the
butt. A hollow sound was emitted.
"Yes," he said. "We must break down this barrier. But how?"
"Why not blow it up with powder?" I suggested.
"Excellent!" he cried, and forthwith I proceeded to put my suggestion
into execution. The only receptacle that we had in which to place the
powder, was a large cigarette-case of chased copper, which Zoraida had
given me on the last occasion we had met, and though I cherished it as a
gift from her, I found myself compelled to sacrifice it. Therefore,
filling it from my powder-horn so full that it would not quite close, I
bound tightly around it a long piece of wire which Octave chanced to
have with him, for the Spahis have capacious pockets, and are in the
habit of carrying with them all sorts of odds and ends.
This done, I gave the charge to my companion, who carefully placed it
deep into the crevice, emptied the powder-horn into the small fissure,
and then with considerable ingenuity constructed a slow match. While he
laid a train of powder, we gradually receded until we were about
half-way back to the large cave, and then, telling me to continue on and
carry his rifle, so that nothing might prevent him from getting out
quickly, he ignited the match, and followed me with considerable
alacrity. With bated breath we threw ourselves down at some distance
from the mouth of the passage, awaiting results.
The moments passed like hours, until suddenly there was a bright flash
in the low, rocky recess, and next second a terrific explosion caused
the earth to tremble. There were sounds of falling rocks, followed by a
volume of thick smoke that belched forth and went past us like a cloud;
then all was silent again, and we waited another five minutes to allow
the fumes to disperse before again venturing into the narrow tunnel.