Chapter V.

A voice accosted me--a very quiet and very musical key of voice--in a

language of which I could not understand a word, but it served to

dispel my fear. I uncovered my face and looked up. The stranger (I could

scarcely bring myself to call him man) surveyed me with an eye that

seemed to read to the very depths of my heart. He then placed his left

hand on my forehead, and with the staff in his right, gently touched my

shoulder. The effect of this double contact was magical. In place of my

former terror there passed into me a sense of contentment, of joy, of

confidence in myself and in the being before me. I rose and spoke in

my own language. He listened to me with apparent attention, but with a

slight surprise in his looks; and shook his head, as if to signify that

I was not understood. He then took me by the hand and led me in silence

to the building. The entrance was open--indeed there was no door to it.

We entered an immense hall, lighted by the same kind of lustre as in the

scene without, but diffusing a fragrant odour. The floor was in large

tesselated blocks of precious metals, and partly covered with a sort of

matlike carpeting. A strain of low music, above and around, undulated as

if from invisible instruments, seeming to belong naturally to the place,

just as the sound of murmuring waters belongs to a rocky landscape, or

the warble of birds to vernal groves.

A figure in a simpler garb than that of my guide, but of similar

fashion, was standing motionless near the threshold. My guide touched

it twice with his staff, and it put itself into a rapid and gliding

movement, skimming noiselessly over the floor. Gazing on it, I then saw

that it was no living form, but a mechanical automaton. It might be two

minutes after it vanished through a doorless opening, half screened by

curtains at the other end of the hall, when through the same opening

advanced a boy of about twelve years old, with features closely

resembling those of my guide, so that they seemed to me evidently son

and father. On seeing me the child uttered a cry, and lifted a staff

like that borne by my guide, as if in menace. At a word from the elder

he dropped it. The two then conversed for some moments, examining me

while they spoke. The child touched my garments, and stroked my face

with evident curiosity, uttering a sound like a laugh, but with an

hilarity more subdued that the mirth of our laughter. Presently the roof

of the hall opened, and a platform descended, seemingly constructed

on the same principle as the ‘lifts’ used in hotels and warehouses for

mounting from one story to another.

The stranger placed himself and the child on the platform, and motioned

to me to do the same, which I did. We ascended quickly and safely, and

alighted in the midst of a corridor with doorways on either side.

Through one of these doorways I was conducted into a chamber fitted up

with an oriental splendour; the walls were tesselated with spars, and

metals, and uncut jewels; cushions and divans abounded; apertures as for

windows but unglazed, were made in the chamber opening to the floor;

and as I passed along I observed that these openings led into spacious

balconies, and commanded views of the illumined landscape without. In

cages suspended from the ceiling there were birds of strange form and

bright plumage, which at our entrance set up a chorus of song, modulated

into tune as is that of our piping bullfinches. A delicious fragrance,

from censers of gold elaborately sculptured, filled the air. Several

automata, like the one I had seen, stood dumb and motionless by the

walls. The stranger placed me beside him on a divan and again spoke

to me, and again I spoke, but without the least advance towards

understanding each other.

But now I began to feel the effects of the blow I had received from the

splinters of the falling rock more acutely that I had done at first.

There came over me a sense of sickly faintness, accompanied with acute,

lancinating pains in the head and neck. I sank back on the seat and

strove in vain to stifle a groan. On this the child, who had hitherto

seemed to eye me with distrust or dislike, knelt by my side to support

me; taking one of my hands in both his own, he approached his lips to

my forehead, breathing on it softly. In a few moments my pain ceased; a

drowsy, heavy calm crept over me; I fell asleep.

How long I remained in this state I know not, but when I woke I felt

perfectly restored. My eyes opened upon a group of silent forms, seated

around me in the gravity and quietude of Orientals--all more or less

like the first stranger; the same mantling wings, the same fashion of

garment, the same sphinx-like faces, with the deep dark eyes and red

man’s colour; above all, the same type of race--race akin to man’s, but

infinitely stronger of form and grandeur of aspect--and inspiring the

same unutterable feeling of dread. Yet each countenance was mild and

tranquil, and even kindly in expression. And, strangely enough, it

seemed to me that in this very calm and benignity consisted the secret

of the dread which the countenances inspired. They seemed as void of the

lines and shadows which care and sorrow, and passion and sin, leave upon

the faces of men, as are the faces of sculptured gods, or as, in the

eyes of Christian mourners, seem the peaceful brows of the dead.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder; it was the child’s. In his eyes there

was a sort of lofty pity and tenderness, such as that with which we may

gaze on some suffering bird or butterfly. I shrank from that touch--I

shrank from that eye. I was vaguely impressed with a belief that, had he

so pleased, that child could have killed me as easily as a man can kill

a bird or a butterfly. The child seemed pained at my repugnance, quitted

me, and placed himself beside one of the windows. The others continued

to converse with each other in a low tone, and by their glances towards

me I could perceive that I was the object of their conversation. One

in especial seemed to be urging some proposal affecting me on the being

whom I had first met, and this last by his gesture seemed about to

assent to it, when the child suddenly quitted his post by the window,

placed himself between me and the other forms, as if in protection, and

spoke quickly and eagerly. By some intuition or instinct I felt that

the child I had before so dreaded was pleading in my behalf. Ere he had

ceased another stranger entered the room. He appeared older than the

rest, though not old; his countenance less smoothly serene than theirs,

though equally regular in its features, seemed to me to have more the

touch of a humanity akin to my own. He listened quietly to the words

addressed to him, first by my guide, next by two others of the group,

and lastly by the child; then turned towards myself, and addressed

me, not by words, but by signs and gestures. These I fancied that I

perfectly understood, and I was not mistaken. I comprehended that he

inquired whence I came. I extended my arm, and pointed towards the road

which had led me from the chasm in the rock; then an idea seized me.

I drew forth my pocket-book, and sketched on one of its blank leaves a

rough design of the ledge of the rock, the rope, myself clinging to it;

then of the cavernous rock below, the head of the reptile, the lifeless

form of my friend. I gave this primitive kind of hieroglyph to my

interrogator, who, after inspecting it gravely, handed it to his next

neighbour, and it thus passed round the group. The being I had at first

encountered then said a few words, and the child, who approached and

looked at my drawing, nodded as if he comprehended its purport, and,

returning to the window, expanded the wings attached to his form, shook

them once or twice, and then launched himself into space without. I

started up in amaze and hastened to the window. The child was already in

the air, buoyed on his wings, which he did not flap to and fro as a

bird does, but which were elevated over his head, and seemed to bear him

steadily aloft without effort of his own. His flight seemed as swift

as an eagle’s; and I observed that it was towards the rock whence I

had descended, of which the outline loomed visible in the brilliant

atmosphere. In a very few minutes he returned, skimming through the

opening from which he had gone, and dropping on the floor the rope and

grappling-hooks I had left at the descent from the chasm. Some words in

a low tone passed between the being present; one of the group touched an

automaton, which started forward and glided from the room; then the last

comer, who had addressed me by gestures, rose, took me by the hand,

and led me into the corridor. There the platform by which I had mounted

awaited us; we placed ourselves on it and were lowered into the hall

below. My new companion, still holding me by the hand, conducted me from

the building into a street (so to speak) that stretched beyond it, with

buildings on either side, separated from each other by gardens bright

with rich-coloured vegetation and strange flowers. Interspersed amidst

these gardens, which were divided from each other by low walls, or

walking slowly along the road, were many forms similar to those I had

already seen. Some of the passers-by, on observing me, approached my

guide, evidently by their tones, looks, and gestures addressing to him

inquiries about myself. In a few moments a crowd collected around us,

examining me with great interest, as if I were some rare wild animal.

Yet even in gratifying their curiosity they preserved a grave and

courteous demeanour; and after a few words from my guide, who seemed to

me to deprecate obstruction in our road, they fell back with a

stately inclination of head, and resumed their own way with tranquil

indifference. Midway in this thoroughfare we stopped at a building that

differed from those we had hitherto passed, inasmuch as it formed three

sides of a vast court, at the angles of which were lofty pyramidal

towers; in the open space between the sides was a circular fountain of

colossal dimensions, and throwing up a dazzling spray of what seemed to

me fire. We entered the building through an open doorway and came

into an enormous hall, in which were several groups of children, all

apparently employed in work as at some great factory. There was a huge

engine in the wall which was in full play, with wheels and cylinders

resembling our own steam-engines, except that it was richly ornamented

with precious stones and metals, and appeared to emanate a pale

phosphorescent atmosphere of shifting light. Many of the children were

at some mysterious work on this machinery, others were seated before

tables. I was not allowed to linger long enough to examine into the

nature of their employment. Not one young voice was heard--not one young

face turned to gaze on us. They were all still and indifferent as may

be ghosts, through the midst of which pass unnoticed the forms of the

living.

Quitting this hall, my guide led me through a gallery richly painted

in compartments, with a barbaric mixture of gold in the colours,

like pictures by Louis Cranach. The subjects described on these walls

appeared to my glance as intended to illustrate events in the history of

the race amidst which I was admitted. In all there were figures, most

of them like the manlike creatures I had seen, but not all in the same

fashion of garb, nor all with wings. There were also the effigies

of various animals and birds, wholly strange to me, with backgrounds

depicting landscapes or buildings. So far as my imperfect knowledge of

the pictorial art would allow me to form an opinion, these paintings

seemed very accurate in design and very rich in colouring, showing

a perfect knowledge of perspective, but their details not

arranged according to the rules of composition acknowledged by our

artists--wanting, as it were, a centre; so that the effect was vague,

scattered, confused, bewildering--they were like heterogeneous fragments

of a dream of art.

We now came into a room of moderate size, in which was assembled what I

afterwards knew to be the family of my guide, seated at a table spread

as for repast. The forms thus grouped were those of my guide’s wife, his

daughter, and two sons. I recognised at once the difference between

the two sexes, though the two females were of taller stature and ampler

proportions than the males; and their countenances, if still more

symmetrical in outline and contour, were devoid of the softness and

timidity of expression which give charm to the face of woman as seen on

the earth above. The wife wore no wings, the daughter wore wings longer

than those of the males.

My guide uttered a few words, on which all the persons seated rose,

and with that peculiar mildness of look and manner which I have before

noticed, and which is, in truth, the common attribute of this formidable

race, they saluted me according to their fashion, which consists in

laying the right hand very gently on the head and uttering a soft

sibilant monosyllable--S.Si, equivalent to “Welcome.”

The mistress of the house then seated me beside her, and heaped a golden

platter before me from one of the dishes.

While I ate (and though the viands were new to me, I marvelled more

at the delicacy than the strangeness of their flavour), my companions

conversed quietly, and, so far as I could detect, with polite avoidance

of any direct reference to myself, or any obtrusive scrutiny of my

appearance. Yet I was the first creature of that variety of the human

race to which I belong that they had ever beheld, and was consequently

regarded by them as a most curious and abnormal phenomenon. But all

rudeness is unknown to this people, and the youngest child is taught to

despise any vehement emotional demonstration. When the meal was ended,

my guide again took me by the hand, and, re-entering the gallery,

touched a metallic plate inscribed with strange figures, and which I

rightly conjectured to be of the nature of our telegraphs. A platform

descended, but this time we mounted to a much greater height than in the

former building, and found ourselves in a room of moderate dimensions,

and which in its general character had much that might be familiar to

the associations of a visitor from the upper world. There were shelves

on the wall containing what appeared to be books, and indeed were so;

mostly very small, like our diamond duodecimos, shaped in the fashion

of our volumes, and bound in sheets of fine metal. There were several

curious-looking pieces of mechanism scattered about, apparently models,

such as might be seen in the study of any professional mechanician. Four

automata (mechanical contrivances which, with these people, answer the

ordinary purposes of domestic service) stood phantom-like at each angle

in the wall. In a recess was a low couch, or bed with pillows. A window,

with curtains of some fibrous material drawn aside, opened upon a large

balcony. My host stepped out into the balcony; I followed him. We were

on the uppermost story of one of the angular pyramids; the view beyond

was of a wild and solemn beauty impossible to describe:--the vast

ranges of precipitous rock which formed the distant background, the

intermediate valleys of mystic many-coloured herbiage, the flash of

waters, many of them like streams of roseate flame, the serene lustre

diffused over all by myriads of lamps, combined to form a whole of which

no words of mine can convey adequate description; so splendid was it,

yet so sombre; so lovely, yet so awful.

But my attention was soon diverted from these nether landscapes.

Suddenly there arose, as from the streets below, a burst of joyous

music; then a winged form soared into the space; another as if in chase

of the first, another and another; others after others, till the crowd

grew thick and the number countless. But how describe the fantastic

grace of these forms in their undulating movements! They appeared

engaged in some sport or amusement; now forming into opposite squadrons;

now scattering; now each group threading the other, soaring, descending,

interweaving, severing; all in measured time to the music below, as if

in the dance of the fabled Peri.

I turned my gaze on my host in a feverish wonder. I ventured to place my

hand on the large wings that lay folded on his breast, and in doing so a

slight shock as of electricity passed through me. I recoiled in fear;

my host smiled, and as if courteously to gratify my curiosity, slowly

expanded his pinions. I observed that his garment beneath them became

dilated as a bladder that fills with air. The arms seemed to slide

into the wings, and in another moment he had launched himself into the

luminous atmosphere, and hovered there, still, and with outspread wings,

as an eagle that basks in the sun. Then, rapidly as an eagle swoops, he

rushed downwards into the midst of one of the groups, skimming through

the midst, and as suddenly again soaring aloft. Thereon, three forms,

in one of which I thought to recognise my host’s daughter, detached

themselves from the rest, and followed him as a bird sportively follows

a bird. My eyes, dazzled with the lights and bewildered by the throngs,

ceased to distinguish the gyrations and evolutions of these winged

playmates, till presently my host re-emerged from the crowd and alighted

at my side.

The strangeness of all I had seen began now to operate fast on my

senses; my mind itself began to wander. Though not inclined to be

superstitious, nor hitherto believing that man could be brought into

bodily communication with demons, I felt the terror and the wild

excitement with which, in the Gothic ages, a traveller might have

persuaded himself that he witnessed a ‘sabbat’ of fiends and witches.

I have a vague recollection of having attempted with vehement

gesticulation, and forms of exorcism, and loud incoherent words, to

repel my courteous and indulgent host; of his mild endeavors to calm and

soothe me; of his intelligent conjecture that my fright and bewilderment

were occasioned by the difference of form and movement between us which

the wings that had excited my marvelling curiosity had, in exercise,

made still more strongly perceptible; of the gentle smile with which he

had sought to dispel my alarm by dropping the wings to the ground and

endeavouring to show me that they were but a mechanical contrivance.

That sudden transformation did but increase my horror, and as extreme

fright often shows itself by extreme daring, I sprang at his throat like

a wild beast. On an instant I was felled to the ground as by an electric

shock, and the last confused images floating before my sight ere I

became wholly insensible, were the form of my host kneeling beside

me with one hand on my forehead, and the beautiful calm face of his

daughter, with large, deep, inscrutable eyes intently fixed upon my own.

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