Theos stared aghast at the glowing sky ... whither had she gone? Her words still rang in his ears,--the warmth of her kiss still lingered on his lips,--he loved her! ... he worshipped her! ... why, why had she left him "lost" as she herself had said, in a world that was mere emptiness without her? He struggled for utterance...

"Edris ... !" he whispered hoa.r.s.ely--"Edris! ... My Angel-love! ...

come back! Come back ... pity me! ... forgive! ... Edris!"

His voice died in a hard sob of imploring agony,--smitten to the very soul by a remorse greater than he could bear, his strength failed him, and he fell senseless, face forward among the flowers of the Prophet's field; . . flowers that, circling snowily around his dark and prostrate form, looked like fairy garlands bordering a Poet's Grave!

PART II.--IN AL-KYRIS.

"That which hath been, is now: and that which is to be, hath already been: . . and G.o.d requireth that which is past."

ECCLESIASTES.

CHAPTER XI.

THE MARVELLOUS CITY.

Profound silence,--profound unconsciousness,--oblivious rest! Such are the soothing ministrations of kindly Nature to the overburdened spirit; Nature, who in her tender wisdom and maternal solicitude will not permit us to suffer beyond a certain limit. Excessive pain, whether it be physical or mental, cannot last long,--and human anguish wound up to its utmost quivering-pitch finds at the very height of desolation, a strange hushing, Lethean calm. Even so it was with Theos Alwyn,--drowned in the deep stillness of a merciful swoon, he had sunk, as it were, out of life,--far out of the furthest reach or sense of time, in some vast unsounded gulf of shadows where earth and heaven were alike forgotten! ...

How long he lay thus he never knew,--but he was roused at last.. roused by the pressure of something cold and sharp against his throat, . . and on languidly opening his eyes he found himself surrounded by a small body of men in armor, who, leaning on tall pikes which glistened brilliantly in the full sunlight, surveyed him with looks of derisive amus.e.m.e.nt. One of these, closer to him than the rest, and who seemed from his dress and bearing to be some officer in authority, held instead of a pike a short sword, the touch of whose pointed steel blade had been the effectual means of awakening him from his lethargy.

"How now!" said this personage in a rough voice as he withdrew his weapon--"What idle fellow art thou? ... Traitor or spy? Fool thou must be, and breaker of the King's law, else thou hadst never dared to bask in such swine-like ease outside the gates of Al-Kyris the Magnificent!"

Al-Kyris the Magnificent! What was the man talking about? Uttering a hasty exclamation, Alwyn staggered to his feet with an effort, and shading his eyes from the hot glare of the sun, stared bewilderedly at his interlocutor.

"What..what is this?" he stammered dreamily--"I do not understand you!

... I.. I have slept on the field of Ardath!"

The soldiers burst into a loud laugh, in which their leader joined.

"Thou hast drunk deep, my friend!" he observed, putting up his sword with a sharp clatter into its shining sheath,--"What name sayst thou?

... ARDATH? We know it not, nor dost thou, I warrant, when sober! Go to--make for thy home speedily! Aye, aye! the flavor of good wine clings to thy mouth still,--'tis a pleasant sweetness that I myself am partial to, and I can pardon those who, like thee, love it somewhat too well! Away!--and thank the G.o.ds thou hast fallen into the hands of the King's guard, rather then Lysia's priestly patrol! See! the gates are open,--in with thee! and cool thy head at the first fountain?"

"The gates?" ... What gates? Removing his hand from his eyes Alwyn gazed around confusedly. He was standing on an open stretch of level road, dustily-white, and dry, with long-continued heat,--and right in front of him was an enormously high wall, topped with rows of bristling iron spikes, and guarded by the gates alluded to,--huge ma.s.sive portals seemingly made of finely molded bra.s.s, and embellished on either side by thick, round, stone watch towers, from whose summits scarlet pennons drooped idly in the windless air. Amazed, and full of a vague, trembling terror, he fixed his wondering looks once more upon his strange companions, who in their turn regarded him with cool military indifference."

"I must be mad or dreaming," he thought,--then growing suddenly desperate he stretched out his hands with a wild appealing gesture:

"I swear to you I know nothing of this place!" he cried--"I never saw it before! Some trick has been played on me ... who brought me here?

Where is Elzear the hermit? ... the Ruins of Babylon? ... where is, ...

Good G.o.d! ... what fearful freak of fate is this!"

The soldiers laughed again,--their commander looked at him a little curiously.

"Nay, art THOU one of the escaped of Lysia's lovers?" he asked, suspiciously--"And has the Silver Nectar failed of its usual action, and driven thy senses to the winds, that thou ravest thus? For if thou art a stranger and knowest naught of us, how speakest thou our language? ... Why wearest thou the garb of our citizens?"

Alwyn shrank and shivered as though he had received a deadening blow,--an awful, inexplicable chill horror froze his blood. It was true! ... he understood the language spoken! ... it was perfectly familiar to him,--more so than his own native tongue,--stop! what WAS his native tongue?

He tried to think--and, the sick fear at his heart grew stronger,--he could not remember a word of it! And his dress! ... he glanced at it dismayed and appalled,--he had not noticed it till now. It bore some resemblance to the costume of ancient Greece, and consisted of a white linen tunic and loose upper vest, both garments being kept in place by a belt of silver. From this belt depended a sheathed dagger, a square writing tablet, and a pencil-shaped implement which he immediately recognized as the antique form of stylus. His feet were shod with sandals--his arms were bare to the shoulder, and clasped at the upper part by two broad silver armlets richly chased.

Noting all these details, the fantastic awfulness of his position smote him with redoubled force,--and he felt as a madman may feel when his impending doom has not entirely a.s.serted itself,--when only grotesque and leering suggestions of madness cloud his brain,--when hideous faces, dimly discerned, loom out of the chaos of his nightly visions,--and when all the air seems solid darkness, with one white line of fire cracking it asunder in the midst, and that the fire of his own approaching frenzy. Such a delirium of agony possessed Alwyn at that moment,--he could have shrieked, laughed, groaned, wept, and fallen down in the dust before these bearded armed men, praying them to slay him with their weapons there where he stood, and put him mercifully and at once out of his mysterious misery. But an invisible influence stronger than himself, prevented him from becoming altogether the victim of his own torturing emotions, and he remained erect and still as a marble figure, with a wondering, white piteous face of such unutterable affliction that the officer who watched him seemed touched, and, advancing, clapped his shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Come, come!" he said--"Thou need'st fear nothing,--we are not the men to blab of thy trespa.s.s against the city's edict,--for, of a truth, there is too much whispering away of young and goodly lives nowadays.

What!--thou art not the first gay gallant, nor wilt thou be the last, that has seen the world turn upside down in a haze of love and late feasting! If thou hast not slept long enough, why sleep again an thou wilt,--but not here..."

He broke off abruptly,--a distant clatter of horses' hoofs was heard, as of one galloping at full speed. The soldiers started, and a.s.sumed an att.i.tude of attention,--their leader muttered something like an oath, and seizing Alwyn by the arm, hurried him to the bra.s.s gates which, as he had said, stood open, and literally thrust him through.

"In, in, my lad!" he urged with rough kindliness,--"Thou hast a face fairer than that of the King's own minstrel, and why wouldst thou die for sake of an extra cup of wine? If Lysia is to blame for this scattering of thy wits, take heed thou do not venture near her more--it is ill jesting with the Serpent's sting! Get thee hence quickly, and be glad of thy life,--thou hast many years before thee yet in which to play the lover and fool!"

With this enigmatical speech he signed to his men to follow him,--they all filed through the gates, which closed after them with a jarring clang, ... a dark bearded face peered out of a narrow loophole in one of the watch-towers, and a deep voice called:

"What of the hour?"

The officer raised his gauntleted hand, and answered promptly:

"Peace and safety!"

"Salutation!" cried the voice again.

"Salutation!" responded the officer, and with a rea.s.suring nod and smile to the bewildered Alwyn, he gathered his little band around him, and they all marched off, the measured clink-clank of their footsteps making metallic music, as they wheeled round a corner and disappeared from sight.

Left to himself Alwyn's first idea was to sit down in some quiet corner, and endeavor calmly to realize what strange and cruel thing had chanced to him. But happening to look up, he saw the bearded face in the watchtower observing him suspiciously,--he therefore roused himself sufficiently to walk away, on and on, scarce heeding whither he went, till he had completely lost sight of those great gold-glittering portals which had shut him, against his will, within the walls of a large, splendid, and populous City. Yes! ... hopelessly perplexing and maddening as it was, there could be no doubt of this fact,--and though he again and again tried to convince himself that he was laboring under some wild and exceptional hallucination, his senses all gave evidence of the actual reality of his situation,--he felt, he moved, he heard, he saw, ... he was even beginning to be conscious of hunger, thirst, and fatigue.

The further he went, the more gorgeous grew the surroundings, . . his unguided steps wandered as it seemed, of their own accord, into wide streets, paved entirely with mosaics, and lined on both sides with lofty, picturesque, and palace-like buildings,--he crossed and recrossed broad avenues, shaded by tall feathery palms, and ma.s.ses of graceful flowering foliage,--he pa.s.sed rows upon rows of brilliant shops, whose frontages glittered with the most costly and beautiful wares of every description,--and as he strolled about aimlessly, uncertain whither to go, he was constantly jostled by the pressing throngs of people that crowded the thoroughfares, all more or less apparently bent on pleasure, to judge from their animated countenances and frequent bursts of gay laughter.

The men were for the most part arrayed like himself,--though here and there he met some few whose garments were of soft silk instead of linen, who wore gold belts in place of silver, and who carried their daggers in sheaths that were literally encrusted all over with flashing jewels.

As he advanced more into the city's centre, the crowds increased,--so much so that the noise of traffic and clatter of tongues became quite deafening to his ears. Richly ornamented chariots drawn by spirited horses, and driven by personages whose attire seemed to be a positive blaze of gold and gems, rolled past in a continuous procession,--fruit-sellers, carrying their lovely luscious merchandise in huge gilded moss-wreathed baskets, stood at almost every corner,--flower-girls, fair as flowers, bore aloft in their gracefully upraised arms wide wicker trays, overflowing with odorous blossoms tied into cl.u.s.ters and wreaths,--and there were countless numbers of curious little open square carts to which mules, wearing collars of bells, were harnessed, the tinkle-tinkle of their constant pa.s.sage through the throng making incessant merry music. These vehicles bore the names of traders,--purveyors in wine and dealers in all sorts of provisions,--but with the exception of such necessary business caterers, the streets were full of elegant loungers of both s.e.xes, who seemed to have nothing whatever to do but amuse themselves.

The women were especially noticeable for their lazy grace of manner,--they glided to and fro with an indolent floating ease that was indescribably bewitching,--the more so as many of them were endowed with exquisite beauty of form and feature,--beauty greatly enhanced by the artistic simplicity of their costume.

This was composed of a straight clinging gown, slightly gathered at the throat, and bound about the waist with a twisted girdle of silver, gold, and, in some cases, jewels,--their arms, like those of the men, were bare, and their small, delicate feet were protected by sandals fastened with crossed bands of ribbon coquettishly knotted. The arrangement of their hair was evidently a matter of personal taste, and not the slavish copying of any set fashion,--some allowed it to hang in loosely flowing abundance over their shoulders,--others had it closely braided, or coiled carelessly in a thick soft ma.s.s at the top of the head,--but all without exception wore white veils,--veils, long, transparent, and filmy as gossamer, which they flung back or draped about them at their pleasure ... and presently, after watching several of these fairy creatures pa.s.s by and listening to their low laughter and dulcet speech, a sudden memory leaped into Alwyn's confused brain,--an old, old memory that seemed to have lain hidden among his thoughts for centuries,--the memory of a story called "LAMIA" told in verse as delicious as music aptly played. Who wrote the story? ... He could not tell,--but he recollected that it was about a snake in the guise of a beautiful woman. And these women in this strange city looked as if they also had a snake-like origin,--there was something so soft and lithe and undulating about their movements and gestures. Weary of walking, distracted by the ever-increasing clamor, and feeling lost among the crowd, he at last perceived a wide and splendid square, surrounded wild stately houses, and having in its centre a huge, white granite obelisk which towered like a pillar of snow against the dense blue of the sky. Below it a ma.s.sively sculptured lion, also of white granite, lay couchant, holding a shield between its paws,--and on either side two fine fountains were in full play, the delicate spiral columns of water being dashed up beyond the extreme point of the obelisk, so that its stone face was wet and glistening with the tossing rainbow shower.

Here he turned aside out of the main thoroughfare,--there were tall, shady trees all about, and fantastically carved benches underneath them, ... he determined to sit down and rest, and steadily THINK OUT his involved and peculiar condition of mind.

As he pa.s.sed the sculptured lion, he saw certain words engraved on the shield it held,--they were ... "THROUGH THE LION AND THE SERPENT SHALL AL-KYRIS FLOURISH."

There was no disorder in his intelligence concerning this sentence,--he was able to read it clearly and comprehensively, ... and yet ... WHAT was the language in which it was written, and how did he come to know it so thoroughly? ... With a sigh that was almost a groan, he sank listlessly on a seat, and burying his head in his hands to shut out all the strange sights which so direfully perplexed his reason, he began to subject himself to a patient, serious cross-examination.

In the first place ... WHO WAS HE? Part of the required answer came readily,--THEOS. Theos what? His brain refused to clear up this point,--it repeated THEOS--THEOS,--over and over again, but no more!

Shuddering with a vague dread, he asked himself the next question, ...