Thunder and wild tumult,--the glare of lightning,--the shattering roar
of great waves leaping mountains high and hissing asunder in
mid-air,--to this fierce riot of savage elements let loose in a whirling
boisterous dance of death, I woke at last with a convulsive shock.
Staggering to my feet I stood in the black obscurity of my cabin, trying
to rally my scattered forces,--the electric lamps were extinguished, and
the lightning alone illumined the sepulchral darkness. Frantic shoutings
echoed above me on deck,--fiend-like yells that sounded now like
triumph, now like despair, and again like menace,--the yacht leaped to
and fro like a hunted stag amid the furious billows, and every frightful
crash of thunder threatened, as it seemed, to split her in twain. The
wind howled like a devil in torment,--it screamed and moaned and sobbed
as though endowed with a sentient body that suffered acutest
agony,--anon it rushed downwards with an angry swoop as of wide-flapping
wings, and at each raging gust I thought the vessel must surely founder.
Forgetting everything but immediate personal danger, I tried to open my
door. It was locked outside!--I was a prisoner! My indignation at this
discovery exceeded every other feeling, and beating with both hands on
the wooden panels, I called, I shouted, I threatened, I swore,----all in
vain! Thrown down twice by the topsy-turvey lurching of the yacht, I
still kept up a desperate hammering and calling, striving to raise my
voice above the distracting pandemonium of noise that seemed to possess
the ship from end to end, but all to no purpose,--and finally, hoarse
and exhausted, I stopped and leaned against the unyielding door to
recover breath and strength. The storm appeared to be increasing in
force and clamour,--the lightning was well-nigh incessant, and the
clattering thunder followed each flash so instantaneously as to leave no
doubt but that it was immediately above us. I listened,--and presently
heard a frenzied cry--
"Breakers ahead!" This was followed by peals of discordant laughter.
Terrified, I strained my ears for every sound,--and all at once some-one
spoke to me quite closely, as though the very darkness around me had
found a tongue.
"Breakers ahead! Throughout the world, storm and danger and doom! Doom
and Death!--but afterwards--Life!"
A certain intonation in these words filled me with such frantic horror
that I fell on my knees in abject misery, and almost prayed to the God I
had through all my life disbelieved in and denied. But I was too mad
with fear to find words;--the dense blackness,--the horrid uproar of the
wind and sea,--the infuriated and confused shouting,--all this was to my
mind as though hell itself had broken loose, and I could only kneel
dumbly and tremble. Suddenly a swirling sound as of an approaching
monstrous whirlwind made itself heard above all the rest of the din,--a
sound that gradually resolved itself into a howling chorus of thousands
of voices sweeping along on the gusty blast,----fierce cries were
mingled with the jarring thunder, and I leapt erect as I caught the
words of the clangorous shout--
"AVE SATHANAS! AVE!"
Rigidly upright, with limbs stiffening for sheer terror, I stood
listening,--the waves seemed to roar "AVE SATHANAS!"--the wind shrieked
it to the thunder,--the lightning wrote it in a snaky line of fire on
the darkness "AVE SATHANAS!" My brain swam round and grew full to
bursting,--I was going mad,--raving mad surely!--or why should I thus
distinctly hear such unmeaning sounds as these? With a sudden access of
superhuman force I threw the whole weight of my body against the door of
my cabin in a delirious effort to break it open,--it yielded
slightly,--and I prepared myself for another rush and similar
attempt,--when all at once it was flung widely back, admitting a stream
of pale light, and Lucio, wrapped in heavy shrouding garments,
confronted me.
"Follow me, Geoffrey Tempest,--" he said in low clear tones--"Your time
has come!"
As he spoke, all self-possession deserted me,--the terrors of the storm,
and now the terror of his presence, overwhelmed my strength, and I
stretched out my hands to him appealingly, unknowing what I did or said.
"For God's sake...!" I began wildly.
He silenced me by an imperious gesture.
"Spare me your prayers! For God's sake, for your own sake, and for mine!
Follow!"
He moved before me like a black phantom in the pale strange light
surrounding him,--and I, dazzled, dazed and terror-stricken, trod in his
steps closely, moved, as it seemed by some volition not my own, till I
found myself alone with him in the saloon of the yacht, with the waves
hissing up against the windows like live snakes ready to sting.
Trembling and scarcely able to stand I sank on a chair,--he turned round
and looked at me for a moment meditatively. Then he threw open one of
the windows,--a huge wave dashed in and scattered its bitter salt spray
upon me where I sat,--but I heeded nothing,--my agonised looks were
fixed on Him,--the Being I had so long made the companion of my days.
Raising his hand with a gesture of authority he said--
"Back, ye devils of the sea and wind!--ye which are not God's elements
but My servants, the unrepenting souls of men! Lost in the waves, or
whirled in the hurricane, whichever ye have made your destiny, get hence
and cease your clamour! This hour is Mine!"
Panic-stricken I heard,--aghast I saw the great billows that had
shouldered up in myriads against the vessel, sink suddenly,--the yelling
wind dropped, silenced,--the yacht glided along with a smooth even
motion as though on a tranquil inland lake,--and almost before I could
realize it, the light of the full moon beamed forth brilliantly and fell
in a broad stream across the floor of the saloon. But in the very
cessation of the storm the words "AVE SATHANAS!" trembled as it were
upwards to my ears from the underworld of the sea, and died away in
distance like a parting echo of thunder. Then Lucio faced me,--with what
a countenance of sublime and awful beauty!
"Do you know Me now, man whom my millions of dross have made
wretched?--or do you need me to tell you WHO I am?"
My lips moved,--but I could not speak; the dim and dreadful thought that
was dawning on my mind seemed as yet too frenzied, too outside the
boundaries of material sense for mortal utterance.
"Be dumb,--be motionless!--but hear and feel!" he continued--"By the
supreme power of God,--for there is no other power in any world or any
heaven,--I control and command you at this moment, your own will being
set aside for once as naught! I choose you as one out of millions to
learn in this life the lesson that all must learn hereafter;--let every
faculty of your intelligence be ready to receive that which I shall
impart,--and teach it to your fellow-men if you have a conscience as you
have a Soul!"
Again I strove to speak,--he seemed so human,--so much my friend still,
though he had declared himself my Enemy,----and yet ... what was that
lambent radiance encircling his brows?--that burning glory steadily
deepening and flashing from his eyes?
"You are one of the world's 'fortunate' men,--" he went on, surveying me
straightly and pitilessly--"So at least this world judges you, because
you can buy its good-will. But the Forces that govern all worlds, do not
judge you by such a standard,--you cannot buy _their_ good-will, not
though all the Churches should offer to sell it you! They regard you as
you _are_, stripped soul-naked,--not as you _seem_! They behold in you
a shameless egoist, persistently engaged in defacing their divine Image
of Immortality,--and for that sin there is no excuse and no escape but
Punishment. Whosoever prefers Self to God, and in the arrogance of that
Self, presumes to doubt and deny God, invites another Power to compass
his destinies,--the power of Evil, made evil and kept evil by the
disobedience and wickedness of Man alone,--that power whom mortals call
Satan, Prince of Darkness,--but whom once the angels knew as Lucifer,
Prince of Light!" ... He broke off,--paused,--and his flaming regard
fell full upon me. "Do you know Me, ... now?"
I sat a rigid figure of fear, dumbly staring, ... was this man, for he
seemed man, mad that he should thus hint at a thing too wild and
terrible for speech?
"If you do not know Me,--if you do not feel in your convicted soul that
you are aware of Me,--it is because you will not know! Thus do I come
upon men, when they rejoice in their wilful self-blindness and
vanity!--thus do I become their constant companion, humouring them in
such vices as they best love!--thus do I take on the shape that pleases
_them_, and fit myself to their humours! _They_ make me what I am;--they
mould my very form to the fashion of their flitting time. Through all
their changing and repeating eras, they have found strange names and
titles for me,--and their creeds and churches have made a monster of
me,--as though imagination could compass any worse monster than the
Devil in Man!"
Frozen and mute I heard, ... the dead silence, and his resonant voice
vibrating through it, seemed more terrific than the wildest storm.
"You,--God's work,--endowed as every conscious atom of His creation is
endowed,--with the infinite germ of immortality;--you, absorbed in the
gathering together of such perishable trash as you conceive good for
yourself on this planet,--you dare, in the puny reach of your mortal
intelligence to dispute and question the everlasting things invisible!
You, by the Creator's will, are permitted to see the Natural
Universe,--but in mercy to you, the veil is drawn across the
Super-natural! For such things as exist there, would break your puny
earth-brain as a frail shell is broken by a passing wheel,--and because
you cannot see, you doubt! You doubt not only the surpassing Love and
Wisdom that keeps you in ignorance till you shall be strong enough to
bear full knowledge, but you doubt the very fact of such another
universe itself. Arrogant fool!--your hours are counted by Super-natural
time!--your days are compassed by Super-natural law!--your every
thought, word, deed and look must go to make up the essence and shape of
your being in Super-natural life hereafter!--and what you _have been_ in
your Soul _here_, must and shall be the aspect of your Soul _there_!
That law knows no changing!"
The light about his face deepened,--he went on in clear accents that
vibrated with the strangest music.
"Men make their own choice and form their own futures," he said--"And
never let them dare to say they are not _free_ to choose! From the
uttermost reaches of high Heaven the Spirit of God descended to them as
Man,--from the uttermost depths of lowest Hell, I, the Spirit of
Rebellion, come,--equally as Man! But the God-in-Man was rejected and
slain,--I, the Devil-in-Man live on, forever accepted and adored! Man's
choice this is--not God's or mine! Were this self-seeking human race
once to reject me utterly, I should exist no more as I am,--nor would
they exist who are with me. Listen, while I trace your career!--it is a
copy of the lives of many men;--and judge how little the powers of
Heaven can have to do with you!--how much the powers of Hell!"
I shuddered involuntarily;--dimly I began to realize the awful nature of
this unearthly interview.
"You, Geoffrey Tempest, are a man in whom a Thought of God was once
implanted,--that subtle fire or note of music out of heaven called
Genius. So great a gift is rarely bestowed on any mortal,--and woe
betide him, who having received it, holds it as of mere personal value,
to be used for Self and not for God! Divine laws moved you gently in
the right path of study,--the path of suffering, of disappointment, of
self-denial and poverty,--for only by these things is humanity made
noble and trained in the ways of perfection. Through pain and enduring
labour the soul is armed for battle, and strengthened for conquest. For
it is more difficult to bear a victory well, than to endure many
buffetings of war! But you,--you resented Heaven's good-will towards
you,--the Valley of Humiliation suited you not at all. Poverty maddened
you,--starvation sickened you. Yet poverty is better than arrogant
wealth,--and starvation is healthier than self-indulgence! You could not
wait,--your own troubles seemed to you enormous,--your own efforts
laudable and marvellous,--the troubles and efforts of others were
nothing to you;--you were ready to curse God and die. Compassionating
yourself, admiring yourself and none other, with a heart full of
bitterness, and a mouth full of cursing, you were eager to make quick
havoc of both your genius and your soul. For this cause, your millions
of money came----and,--_so did I_!"
Standing now full height he confronted me,--his eyes were less
brilliant, but, they reflected in their dark splendour a passionate
scorn and sorrow.
"O fool!--in my very coming I warned you!--on the very day we met I told
you I was not what I seemed! God's elements crashed a menace when we
made our compact of friendship! And I,--when I saw the faint last
struggle of the not quite torpid soul in you to resist and distrust me,
did I not urge you to let that better instinct have its way?
You,--jester with the Supernatural!--you,--base scoffer at Christ! A
thousand hints have been given you,--a thousand chances of doing such
good as must have forced me to leave you,--as would have brought me a
welcome respite from sorrow,--a moment's cessation of torture!"
His brows contracted in a sombre frown,--he was silent a moment,--then
he resumed--
"Now learn from me the weaving of the web you so willingly became
entangled in! Your millions of money were Mine!--the man that left you
heir to them, was a wretched miser, evil to the soul's core! By virtue
of his own deeds he and his dross were Mine! and maddened by the sheer
accumulation of world's wealth, he slew himself in a fit of frenzy. He
lives again in a new and much more realistic phase of existence, and
knows the actual value of mankind's cash-payments! This _you_ have yet
to learn!"
He advanced a step or two, fixing his eyes more steadily upon me.
"Wealth is like Genius,--bestowed not for personal gratification, but
for the benefit of those who lack it. What have _you_ done for your
fellow-men? The very book you wrote and launched upon the tide of
bribery and corruption was published with the intention to secure
applause for Yourself, not to give help or comfort to others. Your
marriage was prompted by Lust and Ambition, and in the fair Sensuality
you wedded, you got your deserts! No love was in the union,--it was
sanctified by the blessing of Fashion, but not the blessing of God. You
have done without God; so you think! Every act of your existence has
been for the pleasure and advancement of Yourself,--and this is why I
have chosen you out to hear and see what few mortals ever hear or see
till they have passed the dividing-line between this life and the next.
I have chosen you because you are a type of the apparently respected and
unblamable man;--you are not what the world calls a criminal,--you have
murdered no-one,--you have stolen no neighbour's goods--, your
unchastities and adulteries are those of every 'fashionable'
vice-monger,--and your blasphemies against the Divine are no worse than
those of the most approved modern magazine-contributors. You are guilty
nevertheless of the chief crime of the age--Sensual Egotism--the
blackest sin known to either angels or devils, because hopeless. The
murderer may repent, and save a hundred lives to make up for the one he
snatched,--the thief may atone with honest labour,--the adulterer may
scourge his flesh and do grim penance for late pardon,--the blasphemer
may retrieve his blasphemies,--but for the Egoist there is no chance of
wholesome penitence, since to himself he is perfect, and counts his
Creator as somewhat inferior. This present time of the world breathes
Egotism,--the taint of Self, the hideous worship of money, corrodes all
life, all thought, all feeling. For vulgar cash, the fairest and noblest
scenes of Nature are wantonly destroyed without public protest,[5]--the
earth, created in beauty, is made hideous,--parents and children, wives
and husbands are ready to slay each other for a little gold,--Heaven is
barred out,--God is denied,--and Destruction darkens over this planet,
known to all angels as the Sorrowful Star! Be no longer blind,
millionaire whose millions have ministered to Self without relieving
sorrow!----for when the world is totally corrupt,--when Self is
dominant,--when cunning supersedes honesty,--when gold is man's chief
ambition,--when purity is condemned,--when poets teach lewdness, and
scientists blasphemy,--when love is mocked, and God forgotten,--the End
is near! I take My part in that end!--for the souls of mankind are not
done with when they leave their fleshly tenements! When this planet is
destroyed as a bubble broken in the air, the souls of men and women live
on,--as the soul of the woman you loved lives on,--as the soul of the
mother who bore her, lives on,--aye!--as all My worshippers live on
through a myriad worlds, a myriad phases, till they learn to shape their
destinies for Heaven! And I, with them live on, in many shapes, in many
ways!--when they return to God cleansed and perfect, so shall I
return!--but not till then!"
He paused again,--and I heard a faint sighing sound everywhere as of
wailing voices, and the name "Ahrimanes!" was breathed suddenly upon the
silence. I started up listening, every nerve strained----Ahrimanes?--or
Rimânez? I gazed fearfully at him, ... always beautiful, his countenance
was now sublime, ... and his eyes shone with a lustrous flame.
"You thought me friend!" he said--"You should have known me Foe! For
everyone who flatters a man for his virtues, or humours him in his vices
is that man's worst enemy, whether demon or angel! But you judged me a
fitting comrade,--hence I was bound to serve you,--I and my followers
with me. You had no perception to realize this,--you, supreme scorner of
the Supernatural! Little did you think of the terrifying agencies that
worked the wonders of your betrothal feast at Willowsmere! Little did
you dream that fiends prepared the costly banquet and poured out the
luscious wine!"
At this, a smothered groan of horror escaped me,--I looked wildly round
me, longing to find some deep grave of oblivious rest wherein to fall.
"Aye!" he continued--"The festival was fitted to the time of the world
to-day!--Society, gorging itself blind and senseless, and attended by a
retinue from Hell! My servants looked like men!--for truly there is
little difference 'twixt man and devil! 'Twas a brave gathering!--England
has never seen so strange a one in all her annals!"
The sighing, wailing cries increased in loudness,--my limbs shook under
me, and all power of thought was paralysed in my brain. He bent his
piercing looks upon me with a new expression of infinite wonder, pity
and disdain.
"What a grotesque creation you men have made of Me!" he said--"As
grotesque as your conception of God! With what trifling human attributes
you have endowed me! Know you not that the changeless, yet ever-changing
Essence of Immortal Life can take a million million shapes and yet
remain unalterably the same? Were I as hideous as your Churches figure
me,--could the eternal beauty with which all angels are endowed, ever
change to such loathsomeness as haunts mankind's distorted imaginations,
perchance it would be well,--for none would make of me their comrade,
and none would cherish me as friend! As fits each separate human nature,
so seems my image,--for thus is my fate and punishment commanded. Yet
even in this mask of man I wear, men own me their superior,--think you
not that when the Supreme Spirit of God wore that same mask on earth,
men did not know Him for their Master? Yea, they did know!--and knowing,
murdered Him,--as they ever strive to murder all divine things as soon
as their divinity is recognised. Face to face I stood with Him upon the
mountain-top, and there fulfilled my vow of temptation. Worlds and
kingdoms, supremacies and powers!----what were they to the Ruler of
them all! 'Get thee hence, Satan!' said the golden-sounding
Voice;--ah!--glorious behest!--happy respite!--for I reached the very
gate of Heaven that night, and heard the angels sing!"
His accents sank to an infinitely mournful cadence.
"What have your teachers done with me and my eternal sorrows?" he went
on--"Have not they, and the unthinking churches, proclaimed a lie
against me, saying that I rejoice in evil? O man to whom, by God's will
and because the world's end draws nigh, I unveil a portion of the
mystery of my doom, learn now once and for all, that there is no
possible joy in evil!--it is the despair and the discord of the
Universe,--it is Man's creation,--My torment,--God's sorrow! Every sin
of every human being adds weight to my torture, and length to my
doom,--yet my oath against the world must be kept! I have sworn to
tempt,--to do my uttermost to destroy mankind,--but man has not sworn to
yield to my tempting. He is free!--let him resist and I depart;--let him
accept me, I remain! Eternal Justice has spoken,--Humanity, through the
teaching of God made human, must work out its own redemption,--and
Mine!"
Here, suddenly advancing he stretched out his hand,--his figure grew
taller, vaster and more majestic.
"Come with me now!" he said in a low penetrating voice that sounded
sweet, yet menacing--"Come!--for the veil is down for you to-night! You
shall understand with WHOM you have dwelt so long in your shifting
cloud-castle of life!--and in What company you have sailed perilous
seas!--one, who proud and rebellious, like you, errs less, in that he
owns GOD as his Master!"
At these words a thundering crash assailed my ears,--all the windows on
either side of the saloon flew open, and showed a strange glitter as of
steely spears pointed aloft to the moon,-- ... then, ... half-fainting,
I felt myself grasped and lifted suddenly and forcibly upwards, ... and
in another moment found myself on the deck of 'The Flame,' held fast as
a prisoner in the fierce grip of hands invisible. Raising my eyes in
deadly despair,--prepared for hellish tortures, and with a horrible
sense of conviction in my soul that it was too late to cry out to God
for mercy,--I saw around me a frozen world!--a world that seemed as if
the sun had never shone upon it. Thick glassy-green walls of ice pressed
round the vessel on all sides and shut her in between their inflexible
barriers!--fantastic palaces, pinnacles, towers, bridges and arches of
ice formed in their architectural outlines and groupings the semblance
of a great city,--over all the coldly glistening peaks, the round moon,
emerald-pale, looked down,--and standing opposite to me against the
mast, I beheld, ... not Lucio, ... but an Angel!
[5] Witness the destruction of Foyers, to the historical shame and
disgrace of Scotland and Scotsmen.