Chapter XVI.

I have spoken so much of the Vril Staff that my reader may expect me

to describe it. This I cannot do accurately, for I was never allowed to

handle it for fear of some terrible accident occasioned by my ignorance

of its use; and I have no doubt that it requires much skill and practice

in the exercise of its various powers. It is hollow, and has in the

handle several stops, keys, or springs by which its force can be

altered, modified, or directed--so that by one process it destroys, by

another it heals--by one it can rend the rock, by another disperse the

vapour--by one it affects bodies, by another it can exercise a certain

influence over minds. It is usually carried in the convenient size of

a walking-staff, but it has slides by which it can be lengthened or

shortened at will. When used for special purposes, the upper part rests

in the hollow of the palm with the fore and middle fingers protruded.

I was assured, however, that its power was not equal in all, but

proportioned to the amount of certain vril properties in the wearer in

affinity, or ‘rapport’ with the purposes to be effected. Some were more

potent to destroy, others to heal, &c.; much also depended on the calm

and steadiness of volition in the manipulator. They assert that the

full exercise of vril power can only be acquired by the constitutional

temperament--i.e., by hereditarily transmitted organisation--and that

a female infant of four years old belonging to the Vril-ya races can

accomplish feats which a life spent in its practice would not enable

the strongest and most skilled mechanician, born out of the pale of the

Vril-ya to achieve. All these wands are not equally complicated; those

intrusted to children are much simpler than those borne by sages of

either sex, and constructed with a view to the special object on which

the children are employed; which as I have before said, is among the

youngest children the most destructive. In the wands of wives and

mothers the correlative destroying force is usually abstracted, the

healing power fully charged. I wish I could say more in detail of this

singular conductor of the vril fluid, but its machinery is as exquisite

as its effects are marvellous.

I should say, however, that this people have invented certain tubes by

which the vril fluid can be conducted towards the object it is meant

to destroy, throughout a distance almost indefinite; at least I put

it modestly when I say from 500 to 1000 miles. And their mathematical

science as applied to such purpose is so nicely accurate, that on

the report of some observer in an air-boat, any member of the vril

department can estimate unerringly the nature of intervening obstacles,

the height to which the projectile instrument should be raised, and the

extent to which it should be charged, so as to reduce to ashes within a

space of time too short for me to venture to specify it, a capital twice

as vast as London.

Certainly these Ana are wonderful mathematicians--wonderful for the

adaptation of the inventive faculty to practical uses.

I went with my host and his daughter Zee over the great public museum,

which occupies a wing in the College of Sages, and in which are hoarded,

as curious specimens of the ignorant and blundering experiments of

ancient times, many contrivances on which we pride ourselves as recent

achievements. In one department, carelessly thrown aside as obsolete

lumber, are tubes for destroying life by metallic balls and an

inflammable powder, on the principle of our cannons and catapults, and

even still more murderous than our latest improvements.

My host spoke of these with a smile of contempt, such as an artillery

officer might bestow on the bows and arrows of the Chinese. In another

department there were models of vehicles and vessels worked by steam,

and of an air-balloon which might have been constructed by Montgolfier.

“Such,” said Zee, with an air of meditative wisdom--“such were the

feeble triflings with nature of our savage forefathers, ere they had

even a glimmering perception of the properties of vril!”

This young Gy was a magnificent specimen of the muscular force to which

the females of her country attain. Her features were beautiful, like

those of all her race: never in the upper world have I seen a face so

grand and so faultless, but her devotion to the severer studies had

given to her countenance an expression of abstract thought which

rendered it somewhat stern when in repose; and such a sternness became

formidable when observed in connection with her ample shoulders and

lofty stature. She was tall even for a Gy, and I saw her lift up a

cannon as easily as I could lift a pocket-pistol. Zee inspired me with a

profound terror--a terror which increased when we came into a department

of the museum appropriated to models of contrivances worked by the

agency of vril; for here, merely by a certain play of her vril staff,

she herself standing at a distance, she put into movement large and

weighty substances. She seemed to endow them with intelligence, and to

make them comprehend and obey her command. She set complicated pieces of

machinery into movement, arrested the movement or continued it, until,

within an incredibly short time, various kinds of raw material were

reproduced as symmetrical works of art, complete and perfect. Whatever

effect mesmerism or electro-biology produces over the nerves and muscles

of animated objects, this young Gy produced by the motions of her

slender rod over the springs and wheels of lifeless mechanism.

When I mentioned to my companions my astonishment at this influence

over inanimate matter--while owning that, in our world, I had witnessed

phenomena which showed that over certain living organisations certain

other living organisations could establish an influence genuine in

itself, but often exaggerated by credulity or craft--Zee, who was more

interested in such subjects than her father, bade me stretch forth my

hand, and then, placing it beside her own, she called my attention to

certain distinctions of type and character. In the first place, the

thumb of the Gy (and, as I afterwards noticed, of all that race, male or

female) was much larger, at once longer and more massive, than is found

with our species above ground. There is almost, in this, as great a

difference as there is between the thumb of a man and that of a gorilla.

Secondly, the palm is proportionally thicker than ours--the texture of

the skin infinitely finer and softer--its average warmth is greater.

More remarkable than all this, is a visible nerve, perceptible under the

skin, which starts from the wrist skirting the ball of the thumb, and

branching, fork-like, at the roots of the fore and middle fingers. “With

your slight formation of thumb,” said the philosophical young Gy, “and

with the absence of the nerve which you find more or less developed in

the hands of our race, you can never achieve other than imperfect

and feeble power over the agency of vril; but so far as the nerve is

concerned, that is not found in the hands of our earliest progenitors,

nor in those of the ruder tribes without the pale of the Vril-ya. It has

been slowly developed in the course of generations, commencing in the

early achievements, and increasing with the continuous exercise, of the

vril power; therefore, in the course of one or two thousand years, such

a nerve may possibly be engendered in those higher beings of your

race, who devote themselves to that paramount science through which

is attained command over all the subtler forces of nature permeated

by vril. But when you talk of matter as something in itself inert

and motionless, your parents or tutors surely cannot have left you so

ignorant as not to know that no form of matter is motionless and inert:

every particle is constantly in motion and constantly acted upon by

agencies, of which heat is the most apparent and rapid, but vril the

most subtle, and, when skilfully wielded, the most powerful. So that,

in fact, the current launched by my hand and guided by my will does but

render quicker and more potent the action which is eternally at work

upon every particle of matter, however inert and stubborn it may seem.

If a heap of metal be not capable of originating a thought of its own,

yet, through its internal susceptibility to movement, it obtains the

power to receive the thought of the intellectual agent at work on it; by

which, when conveyed with a sufficient force of the vril power, it is

as much compelled to obey as if it were displaced by a visible bodily

force. It is animated for the time being by the soul thus infused into

it, so that one may almost say that it lives and reasons. Without this

we could not make our automata supply the place of servants.”

I was too much in awe of the thews and the learning of the young Gy

to hazard the risk of arguing with her. I had read somewhere in my

schoolboy days that a wise man, disputing with a Roman Emperor, suddenly

drew in his horns; and when the emperor asked him whether he had nothing

further to say on his side of the question, replied, “Nay, Caesar, there

is no arguing against a reasoner who commands ten legions.”

Though I had a secret persuasion that, whatever the real effects of

vril upon matter, Mr. Faraday could have proved her a very shallow

philosopher as to its extent or its causes, I had no doubt that Zee

could have brained all the Fellows of the Royal Society, one after the

other, with a blow of her fist. Every sensible man knows that it is

useless to argue with any ordinary female upon matters he comprehends;

but to argue with a Gy seven feet high upon the mysteries of vril,--as

well argue in a desert, and with a simoon!

Amid the various departments to which the vast building of the College

of Sages was appropriated, that which interested me most was devoted to

the archaeology of the Vril-ya, and comprised a very ancient collection

of portraits. In these the pigments and groundwork employed were of

so durable a nature that even pictures said to be executed at dates as

remote as those in the earliest annals of the Chinese, retained much

freshness of colour. In examining this collection, two things especially

struck me:--first, that the pictures said to be between 6000 and 7000

years old were of a much higher degree of art than any produced within

the last 3000 or 4000 years; and, second, that the portraits within the

former period much more resembled our own upper world and European types

of countenance. Some of them, indeed reminded me of the Italian heads

which look out from the canvases of Titian--speaking of ambition or

craft, of care or of grief, with furrows in which the passions have

passed with iron ploughshare. These were the countenances of men who had

lived in struggle and conflict before the discovery of the latent forces

of vril had changed the character of society--men who had fought with

each other for power or fame as we in the upper world fight.

The type of face began to evince a marked change about a thousand years

after the vril revolution, becoming then, with each generation, more

serene, and in that serenity more terribly distinct from the faces of

labouring and sinful men; while in proportion as the beauty and the

grandeur of the countenance itself became more fully developed, the art

of the painter became more tame and monotonous.

But the greatest curiosity in the collection was that of three portraits

belonging to the pre-historical age, and, according to mythical

tradition, taken by the orders of a philosopher, whose origin and

attributes were as much mixed up with symbolical fable as those of an

Indian Budh or a Greek Prometheus.

From this mysterious personage, at once a sage and a hero, all the

principal sections of the Vril-ya race pretend to trace a common origin.

The portraits are of the philosopher himself, of his grandfather, and

great-grandfather. They are all at full length. The philosopher is

attired in a long tunic which seems to form a loose suit of scaly

armour, borrowed, perhaps, from some fish or reptile, but the feet and

hands are exposed: the digits in both are wonderfully long, and webbed.

He has little or no perceptible throat, and a low receding forehead, not

at all the ideal of a sage’s. He has bright brown prominent eyes, a very

wide mouth and high cheekbones, and a muddy complexion. According to

tradition, this philosopher had lived to a patriarchal age, extending

over many centuries, and he remembered distinctly in middle life his

grandfather as surviving, and in childhood his great-grandfather; the

portrait of the first he had taken, or caused to be taken, while yet

alive--that of the latter was taken from his effigies in mummy.

The portrait of his grandfather had the features and aspect of the

philosopher, only much more exaggerated: he was not dressed, and the

colour of his body was singular; the breast and stomach yellow, the

shoulders and legs of a dull bronze hue: the great-grandfather was a

magnificent specimen of the Batrachian genus, a Giant Frog, ‘pur et

simple.’

Among the pithy sayings which, according to tradition, the philosopher

bequeathed to posterity in rhythmical form and sententious brevity, this

is notably recorded: “Humble yourselves, my descendants; the father of

your race was a ‘twat’ (tadpole): exalt yourselves, my descendants, for

it was the same Divine Thought which created your father that develops

itself in exalting you.”

Aph-Lin told me this fable while I gazed on the three Batrachian

portraits. I said in reply: “You make a jest of my supposed ignorance

and credulity as an uneducated Tish, but though these horrible daubs

may be of great antiquity, and were intended, perhaps, for some

rude caracature, I presume that none of your race even in the less

enlightened ages, ever believed that the great-grandson of a Frog became

a sententious philosopher; or that any section, I will not say of the

lofty Vril-ya, but of the meanest varieties of the human race, had its

origin in a Tadpole.”

“Pardon me,” answered Aph-Lin: “in what we call the Wrangling or

Philosophical Period of History, which was at its height about seven

thousand years ago, there was a very distinguished naturalist, who

proved to the satisfaction of numerous disciples such analogical and

anatomical agreements in structure between an An and a Frog, as to

show that out of the one must have developed the other. They had some

diseases in common; they were both subject to the same parasitical worms

in the intestines; and, strange to say, the An has, in his structure, a

swimming-bladder, no longer of any use to him, but which is a rudiment

that clearly proves his descent from a Frog. Nor is there any argument

against this theory to be found in the relative difference of size, for

there are still existent in our world Frogs of a size and stature not

inferior to our own, and many thousand years ago they appear to have

been still larger.”

“I understand that,” said I, “because Frogs this enormous are, according

to our eminent geologists, who perhaps saw them in dreams, said to have

been distinguished inhabitants of the upper world before the Deluge; and

such Frogs are exactly the creatures likely to have flourished in the

lakes and morasses of your subterranean regions. But pray, proceed.”

“In the Wrangling Period of History, whatever one sage asserted another

sage was sure to contradict. In fact, it was a maxim in that age, that

the human reason could only be sustained aloft by being tossed to and

fro in the perpetual motion of contradiction; and therefore another

sect of philosophers maintained the doctrine that the An was not the

descendant of the Frog, but that the Frog was clearly the improved

development of the An. The shape of the Frog, taken generally, was much

more symmetrical than that of the An; beside the beautiful conformation

of its lower limbs, its flanks and shoulders the majority of the Ana in

that day were almost deformed, and certainly ill-shaped. Again, the Frog

had the power to live alike on land and in water--a mighty privilege,

partaking of a spiritual essence denied to the An, since the disuse

of his swimming-bladder clearly proves his degeneration from a higher

development of species. Again, the earlier races of the Ana seem to

have been covered with hair, and, even to a comparatively recent date,

hirsute bushes deformed the very faces of our ancestors, spreading wild

over their cheeks and chins, as similar bushes, my poor Tish, spread

wild over yours. But the object of the higher races of the Ana through

countless generations has been to erase all vestige of connection with

hairy vertebrata, and they have gradually eliminated that debasing

capillary excrement by the law of sexual selection; the Gy-ei naturally

preferring youth or the beauty of smooth faces. But the degree of the

Frog in the scale of the vertebrata is shown in this, that he has

no hair at all, not even on his head. He was born to that hairless

perfection which the most beautiful of the Ana, despite the culture of

incalculable ages, have not yet attained. The wonderful complication and

delicacy of a Frog’s nervous system and arterial circulation were shown

by this school to be more susceptible of enjoyment than our inferior, or

at least simpler, physical frame allows us to be. The examination of

a Frog’s hand, if I may use that expression, accounted for its keener

susceptibility to love, and to social life in general. In fact,

gregarious and amatory as are the Ana, Frogs are still more so. In

short, these two schools raged against each other; one asserting the An

to be the perfected type of the Frog; the other that the Frog was the

highest development of the An. The moralists were divided in

opinion with the naturalists, but the bulk of them sided with the

Frog-preference school. They said, with much plausibility, that in moral

conduct (viz., in the adherence to rules best adapted to the health and

welfare of the individual and the community) there could be no doubt

of the vast superiority of the Frog. All history showed the wholesale

immorality of the human race, the complete disregard, even by the

most renowned amongst them, of the laws which they acknowledged to be

essential to their own and the general happiness and wellbeing. But the

severest critic of the Frog race could not detect in their manners a

single aberration from the moral law tacitly recognised by themselves.

And what, after all, can be the profit of civilisation if superiority in

moral conduct be not the aim for which it strives, and the test by which

its progress should be judged?

“In fine, the adherents of this theory presumed that in some remote

period the Frog race had been the improved development of the Human; but

that, from some causes which defied rational conjecture, they had not

maintained their original position in the scale of nature; while the

Ana, though of inferior organisation, had, by dint less of their virtues

than their vices, such as ferocity and cunning, gradually acquired

ascendancy, much as among the human race itself tribes utterly barbarous

have, by superiority in similar vices, utterly destroyed or reduced

into insignificance tribes originally excelling them in mental gifts

and culture. Unhappily these disputes became involved with the religious

notions of that age; and as society was then administered under the

government of the Koom-Posh, who, being the most ignorant, were of

course the most inflammable class--the multitude took the whole question

out of the hands of the philosophers; political chiefs saw that the

Frog dispute, so taken up by the populace, could become a most valuable

instrument of their ambition; and for not less than one thousand years

war and massacre prevailed, during which period the philosophers on both

sides were butchered, and the government of Koom-Posh itself was happily

brought to an end by the ascendancy of a family that clearly established

its descent from the aboriginal tadpole, and furnished despotic rulers

to the various nations of the Ana. These despots finally disappeared, at

least from our communities, as the discovery of vril led to the tranquil

institutions under which flourish all the races of the Vril-ya.”

“And do no wranglers or philosophers now exist to revive the dispute; or

do they all recognise the origin of your race in the tadpole?”

“Nay, such disputes,” said Zee, with a lofty smile, “belong to the

Pah-bodh of the dark ages, and now only serve for the amusement of

infants. When we know the elements out of which our bodies are composed,

elements in common to the humblest vegetable plants, can it signify

whether the All-Wise combined those elements out of one form more than

another, in order to create that in which He has placed the capacity to

receive the idea of Himself, and all the varied grandeurs of intellect

to which that idea gives birth? The An in reality commenced to exist

as An with the donation of that capacity, and, with that capacity, the

sense to acknowledge that, however through the countless ages his race

may improve in wisdom, it can never combine the elements at its command

into the form of a tadpole.”

“You speak well, Zee,” said Aph-Lin; “and it is enough for us shortlived

mortals to feel a reasonable assurance that whether the origin of the

An was a tadpole or not, he is no more likely to become a tadpole again

than the institutions of the Vril-ya are likely to relapse into the

heaving quagmire and certain strife-rot of a Koom-Posh.”

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