Before the Gods
Only one thing could have stopped Desquer’s finger on the trigger—and
that thing happened. The monster on the throne spoke. Thick and almost
unintelligible, its voice poured out from the inhuman muzzle, as the
hands twitched on the arms of the throne.
“Don’t!” the bull-headed creature moaned. “It’s Brady—Brady!”
Sheer amazement petrified Desquer. He lowered his gun at last, shaved
scalp shining with sweat. Tony swallowed a lump in his dry throat,
glaring at the hybrid on the dais.
Brady? Captain Brady?
“Those devils did this to me,” the thick voice went on. “Surgery,
commander—super-surgery. Remember their healing ray? They grafted the
flesh and skin of a bull on to my head and speeded up the cellular
activity tremendously with their ray. I—I don’t dare move. This head is
so heavy it would snap my spine if—if—”
Desquer said in a low voice, “Are we in danger now?” His eyes searched
the shadows.
“You’re doomed,” Brady mouthed. “Thotmes told me the hellish plan behind
all this. Thotmes is the high priest. He’s one of the very few that know
the secret of Alu. He told me—almost everything. It tickled his ego, I
think, to gloat over his triumph ...”
The bull head lolled forward and came back into place again abruptly.
Brady said, “Maybe there’s a chance. I don’t know. Your guns ...
Listen! If you can get to the pyramid and blast the machine out of
existence—”
“What machine?” Desquer asked.
“The machine that will destroy Europe! The same kind of machine that
created Earth’s Moon, ages ago! The machine that sank Atlantis!”
Tony’s breath caught in his throat. Atlantis? Now he remembered the
significance of the sign of the cross-and-circle. It was the symbol of
Atlantis, the four rivers on the island continent. Softly he whispered,
“The Ancients who ruled over the Four Rivers before their sons fled to
Egypt.”
Brady said, “Yes. That’s the secret of Egypt, and its civilization. Men
have guessed at that before now. Ages ago, when Europe was filled with
nomadic tribes, Atlantis was a continent of culture and science. It was
unstable—volcanic activity went on endlessly beneath it. And the land
began to sink. Thotmes told me how the scientists of Atlantis planned to
prevent their doom.
“They made a Moon. Out of the bed of the Pacific Ocean they tore part of
the Earth and sent it driving out into space. They thought that would
release the pressure under Atlantis and save their civilization.
“They failed. The forces they controlled were too mighty. Atlantis sank,
taking with it a science such as the world has never known and perhaps
may never know again. But before the deluge, a few Atlanteans fled
eastward, through the Pillars of Hercules, to Egypt.”
The bull head nodded. “They were the ancestors of the underground Copts.
They found Sub-Sahara centuries before the Pharaohs, and they found Alu.
There they built a city such as had existed in the Atlantean valleys.
They sent forth some of their number to civilize the Nile peoples, and
those Atlanteans became the high priests of the gods. They created the
gods!
“As they created me—they made gods with heads of bulls and crocodiles
and jackals, to terrify the superstitious tribes that needed tangible
gods to worship. And then the road to the surface was closed by some
ancient cataclysm, so that the Atlanteans were trapped here. Some few of
the priests kept their culture. The others degenerated. They became—the
Copts.
“But the priests still kept the old religion alive, using their surgery
and their healing-rays to make new gods, and ruling the Copts through
fear. Now they plan to make a second Moon, and to raise Atlantis; they
wish to rule the Earth as they did once, long ago.”
Brady’s thin hands clenched into fists. “They caught me in the cavern
where I was standing guard—used some sort of paralyzing ray on me. They
brought me down here and told me what they intend. There’s a machine
that’s capable of ripping all Europe from the face of the Earth and
sending it out in space, to be another Moon.”
Tony said, “But that would wreck the world!”
“That is part of their plan. They have lost all their science,
possessing only a few machines and devices that have come down since the
days of the Atlantean exodus. And these are gradually losing their
power. In sunken Atlantis Thotmes and his followers can find weapons and
secrets that will enable them to rule the world. But first they plan to
make another moon—to destroy Europe—and to wreck most of the Earth
with quakes, tidal waves, and storms. They’ll be safe here in Alu.
They’ll emerge after the Atlantic has drained into the great abyss that
will be left by the destruction of Europe, and they’ll return to
Atlantis, west of the Canary Islands.”
“A machine to make a Moon!” Desquer’s voice was almost scornful.
“Unbelievable!”
“It was done once. The principle is that of vibration. A file of men
marching in unison can shake down a bridge—you know that. The right
vibration can wreck a building. Sonic waves can disrupt the molecular
framework of the Earth, and Thotmes has a machine that can be focused
_through_ the body of the planet. There will be little temblors in
Europe at first, then heavy quakes. They will grow stronger. And finally
the entire continent will be ripped away, and centrifugal force will
carry it out to its orbit. Thotmes explained it in detail ...”
* * * * *
The bull head jerked forward suddenly. There was a sharp, brittle snap.
And, slowly, the body of Captain Brady leaned and bent. It toppled.
Desquer sprang forward with a curse. He touched the monstrous muzzle,
jerked his hand away, and then felt for Brady’s heart-beat. After a
moment he shrugged.
“Well, he told us enough. Now ...” The commander stood up, his gaze
traveling slowly from face to face. “Now we must find that machine and
destroy it—eh?”
He seemed vaguely displeased when the three brothers nodded as one. But
his words were commonplace enough.
“We need information. _Bon._ First, we must find someone who can supply
it. Preferably this Thotmes—but we cannot pick and choose, I suppose.”
Jimmy said on impulse, “You believe Captain Brady’s story?”
For answer Desquer waved his hand around. “Look at this. No modern
civilization built it. I’ve lived in Sub-Sahara for a long time,
and—well, at least I’ll verify the story before I act. Let me remind
you that it is not your business to ask questions.” His cold gaze held
the youngster.
Tony said quickly, “I’ll get the information, commander.”
Desquer nodded. “Very well. I need tell you nothing you do not already
know. Most of the Copts know English; if not, bring your captive back
here. We shall wait.”
Tony looked once at the sprawled, terrible body that had been Captain
Brady, waved casually to Phil and Jimmy—and went out. Along the
shadowed aisle of pillars he hurried, pausing only when he emerged from
the temple. There, crouching in the dimness, he paused, looking about.
There was no sign of life. In the distance loomed the tunnel mouth by
which they had entered Alu. Tony slid along the side of the building and
peered gingerly around the corner. He could see the arched ramp along
which the “gods” had passed, but it was vacant now. What was the logical
course to pursue?
The lost city stretched about for miles, an apparently tenantless ruin.
Yet it was peopled, Tony knew, by Thotmes the high priest and his
servitors—perhaps by Copts, though probably not, since the latter were
confined to their own city above. At the thought Tony involuntarily
glanced up. Beyond the cavern roof was the Midnight Sea, above that the
Coptic city, and still further above, Sub-Sahara itself. The weight of
innumerable tons of Earth pressing down on him was almost suffocating.
However—
Tony shook off the feeling and set out at random, after taking careful
bearings. He had a compass, but it was useless in this environment, as
he found after brief experimentation. But he could gauge direction
fairly well from the great pyramid, which was visible from almost any
point in the city of Alu.
He kept in the shadows, which were concealingly dark where the
flickering red light did not shine. What caused that volcanic glow Tony
did not know, though he hazarded a few guesses. He went toward the
pyramid.
It was a metropolis of the dead. Eons ago it had been inhabited, by the
survivors of sunken Atlantis, but now only the dust of ages filled it.
Silence, and everywhere the symbol of Isis, Moon-goddess, carved upon
the stones. Silence ...
The pyramid drew nearer, and Tony was amazed anew at its hugeness. It
towered up and up to the very ceiling of the cavern, seeming to support
it like a pillar. Perhaps it did—he could not tell. But as he came
closer he saw that the pyramid was hollow, for there were lighted
embrasures here and there in the sloping expanse of its sides.
And still there was no sound, no movement, no trace of life.
Tony grew more cautious, though there seemed no need. An arched opening
loomed in the side of the pyramid near him, and he slunk toward it
watchfully. No guards were posted. He hesitated near the threshold.
Should he take the risk of entering what might be a stronghold of his
enemies? To search the deserted city was seemingly a vain task, and,
shrugging, Tony walked boldly toward the opening. But his gun was in his
hand, and a coal-cartridge in its cup, ready for instant use.
* * * * *
A passageway sloped upward within the pyramid. It was lighted dimly by
gleaming bars like neon-tubes that ran the length of the ceiling. In the
vague glow Tony went stealthily on.
The corridor was featureless and without doors—at first. But, suddenly,
he noticed what had at first evaded his attention, a series of panels
set in the walls. The secret of their locks was beyond him, until at
last one seemed simpler than the others. Tony pressed a spring that was
not too deftly hidden—and the panel opened.
He looked through metal bars into a great cage.
Briefly he thought of a menagerie, and then went sick and dizzy with
nausea. This was, indeed, a “zoo”—but it did not hold animals. It
held—gods!
The artificial monsters created by Thotmes and his servants roamed
within the cage, men with the heads of teratological mythos. Here,
indeed, were the gods of Egypt, jackal-headed, ibis-headed, bull-headed,
even some with the heads of crocodiles set hideously upon the human
shoulders. So brightly lit was the cage that the beings did not see
Tony, and he drew back swiftly, closing the panel. Obviously he could
get no information here. He suppressed a strong impulse to use his
carbon-gun to put these pitiful beings out of the unending nightmare of
their existence. If this was a sample of Thotmes’ power, it would not be
well for the Atlantean to rule over Earth!
Tony went on along the corridor. From his slight knowledge of
Egyptology, he knew that not all of the gods were malevolent, like Set.
Both Osiris and Amon-Ra were benevolent, and so, indeed, was Isis.
Perhaps in the beginning the whole religion had been a good one, and had
become decadent and degenerate with the passage of ages in this hidden
cavern-world. The obvious parallel was Satanism ...
Yet this wasn’t a question of superstition. It was one of logic and
science, of cold facts in which the mythology of a race had been rooted.
Behind the veil of so-called “magic” lay an alien and powerful culture,
born in Atlantis long before Ur and Akkad had risen in Sumeria, along
the Tigris and Euphrates.
On and on Tony went, a cold uneasiness rising within him. No one
appeared to bar his path. More than once he glanced at the
carbon-gun—but he was unprepared when the floor dropped beneath him,
and he fell, writhing and twisting, into darkness.
He landed heavily on a hard surface, and went down with a grunt and an
oath. Before he could rise, he felt the weight of muscular bodies upon
him. Handicapped by the darkness, he fought doggedly, but the gun was
torn from his grasp almost at the outset of the struggle. He was not in
complete blackness; there was a vague dim glow, but Tony’s eyes were not
conditioned to it, as those of his enemies were. At last he lay
prostrate, held motionless by iron hands that gripped him.
A deep voice murmured a command. The light grew brighter. Tony blinked,
staring up from his position spread-eagled on a stone floor. He
discovered that he was in a bare chamber, with a barred door of metal
grating set in one wall. Five strong-thewed Copts held him—but almost
immediately Tony saw that they were not Copts. Their faces lacked the
degeneracy of the underground mining race. They were cruel instead of
stupid. Cruel—and arrogant, proud! Proud with the knowledge of a
culture that stretched back into the mists of a lost antiquity.
One man stood against the wall—and he was a giant. He wore a short
spade beard, and soft, glossy black hair fell in curled, oily ringlets
about his face. He was handsome with the beauty of a sword-blade, strong
and powerful and deadly, and his beaked nose was hooked like a scimitar.
Pale blue eyes watched Tony unwinkingly.
* * * * *
In not-quite-perfect English, he said, “I am Thotmes.” Tony could not
repress a slight movement, and the blue eyes narrowed; but the priest
merely smiled. “You know me? That is strange. Perhaps you have spoke
to ... Osiris!”
He nodded to the priests, who relaxed their grip on Tony. The
legionnaire sprang up, but made no hostile movement. He stood silent,
watching Thotmes.
The Atlantean stroked his beard. “You are wise. This will be your
prison, and, if you cause no trouble, you can live for a time. We do not
murder unnecessarily.”
“Only nine-tenths of the world’s population,” Tony said gently.
“That,” Thotmes smiled, “is necessary. We are a handful, against
billions. Not even the powers we shall recover from Atlantis would
enable us to conquer Earth—unless Earth is already conquered, her
navies and aircraft and weapons smashed by cataclysms.”
“You actually expect to make a second Moon?” Tony’s voice held
skepticism. But the priest was not offended.
“Yes. Such a thing was done once before. The machine that made the Moon
was built in Atlantis, and we have built a duplicate here. It took
centuries, but at last it is finished. In the heart of the pyramid it
lies—and already it is in operation.”
“In operation?” Involuntarily Tony glanced around. “I don’t—”
“You feel nothing here and now, of course. Later you may, though we are
safe in Alu. The machine sets up vibration and molecular disruption in
certain strata under Europe, and gradually the intensity of the
vibration will be increased—until Europe shakes itself literally to
pieces. In a week or even less the final cataclysm will take place.
Europe will vanish, leaving an abyss into which the waters of the
Atlantic will pour. And Atlantis will rise again!”
“That,” said Tony, “will be Old Home Week, eh?”
Thotmes didn’t answer. He turned to the others and gestured. One of them
slid open the barred grating, and the group filed out. The door slammed.
Beyond it, Thotmes smiled at his captive. “Your companions will join you
soon. We shall not trouble to search for them. They will walk into our
midst soon enough, and then you will have company.”
“Look out you don’t get your head blown off by one of them,” Tony
remarked.
Thotmes lost his smile. He tugged at his spade beard and said, “Few men
jest in Alu. There is always a need for new gods—and you would look
well with a jackal’s head on your shoulders.”
“You’d look lovely with a rat’s,” Tony agreed, “only you already have
one.”
The high priest said something indistinguishable, glared and departed.
Tony was left alone. He shrugged and took stock of his possessions.
He had been searched completely. His pockets were empty. Carbon-gun and
coal-cartridges had been taken from him. He had no tool by which he
might leave the cell.
On the other hand, there might possibly be a concealed panel somewhere.
It took an hour for Tony to convince himself that none existed. Finally
he sat down and waited. There was nothing else to do. He had got the
information for which he had come. The machine of the Atlanteans was in
the heart of the pyramid. But he was unarmed, and had no way of
conveying a message to Desquer or his brothers. Briefly he wondered what
was happening to Phil and Jimmy, and how long they would wait. And when
they got tired of waiting—what would they do?
What could they do—trapped in Alu, city of science and fathomless
antiquity? Four men, Desquer and the brothers, against the mighty powers
of the greatest civilization Earth had ever known. Four against the
might that had made Egypt an invincible empire.
Four against the gods!