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                  Some Opinions of the Press on the

                     First Edition of this Work.

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“The beauty of ‘Thoth’ is that you never have the faintest idea what
will happen next. This is the glory of romance, to keep up the reader’s
curiosity from page to page.... But what could hardly be bettered is
the veiled yet awful picture of the women, the mothers of the ruling
race in this wonderful city.... The central and vivifying idea is, to
us, absolutely novel.”—_Saturday Review_.

“‘Thoth’ has imagination, delicacy, and finish.”—_Athenæum_.

“It is admirably written, many of its passages are not likely to be
forgotten.”—_Graphic_.

“‘Thoth’ is a weird and mysterious romance, manifesting unusual
literary skill, and displaying no small amount of imagination.”
—_Academy_.

“Very curious and notable little book.”—_Daily News_.

“The story is one of great power and of the highest imagination....
One of the cleverest things of the day.”—_Glasgow Herald_.

“An excellent romance, strongly imagined, and worked out with
praiseworthy delicacy and skill.”—_Scotsman_.

“The book is full of imaginative beauty of a rare order.”—_Leeds
Mercury_.

“The tale is told with such a wealth of imagination and power of
graphic description, that it is not only possible to take a lively
interest in the fortunes of the heroine, but even difficult to cease
following them till the last page is reached.”—_Guardian_.

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                      WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS,

                         EDINBURGH AND LONDON.

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                                 THOTH

                              _A ROMANCE_


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                             THIRD EDITION


                      WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
                         EDINBURGH AND LONDON
                              MDCCCLXXXIX


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                    PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION.

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I gladly avail myself of this occasion to thank my critics for the
very friendly reception they have accorded to a book which was issued,
in the fullest meaning of the term, anonymously—that is to say, even
without the knowledge of a single personal friend. At the same time, I
wish to make an explanation which is partly of the nature of a protest.

_Post hoc ergo propter hoc_ may not always be a fallacy, but it was
certainly a mistake on the part of several reviewers of ‘Thoth’ to
translate it in their haste, “after ‘She,’ therefore on account of
‘She.’” For, as a matter of fact, ‘Thoth’ was designed and in part
composed more than twelve years ago. In its present form, however, it
has been entirely rewritten. It may interest some of my critics to
know the original intention and scheme, and the reasons why I delayed
the publication even longer than the classical ninth year.

The original idea was philosophical. I wished to illustrate the power
of will and intellect working through generations with a definite
design, and to show that this power might be used for the most
repulsive object. The object I chose for my purpose was the destruction
of the whole human race by means of pestilences, with the intention of
replacing it with a race of men who had for generations been trained
in the exercise of the highest intelligence. The new rule was to be
a tyranny of intellect. The original designer of this scheme was
supposed to be an Egyptian, who had discovered a method of suspending
animation. His attempt to introduce the government of intellect amongst
existing races had failed, and he determined to destroy them, even if
it took thousands of years to prepare the means. The defeat of the
scheme in the original plan was due to the friendship of the latest
Thoth for Philetos. Philetos was, in marked contrast to these haters
of men, a man whom every one loved, and who was the _beau ideal_ of a
philanthropist. Thus the victory over hate in the original plan was
gained by friendship. The reigning Thoth introduced the plague at
Athens, and his life was saved by Philetos. Afterwards Thoth attempted
on three occasions to kill his friend, fearing the power of his
friendship. The climax was reached in a scene in which the ancestral
Thoth and his descendants were aroused, and the fate of the world was
to depend on the decision of the ancient ruler.

After writing a considerable part of ‘Thoth’ on this plan, I became
dissatisfied for several reasons. In the first place, friendship alone,
though in the ancient world one of the strongest passions, did not
seem as I worked it out strong enough for my purpose. I had introduced
also, in the last scene, a supernatural element of a purely imaginary
kind, and I heartily disliked the _deus ex machinâ_ even when of my own
making. I also considered the style inflated and the characters far too
abstract. The original idea, however, seemed worth developing; and when
I took it up again after an interval of ten years, I substituted Daphne
and love for Philetos and friendship, and put more of the elements
of common humanity into the characters. I discarded the supernatural
altogether, for however wonderful Thoth’s powers are, there is nothing
beyond the possibility of modern science. Even the destruction of the
city in the end is due to the want of a guiding mind.

I have perhaps said enough to clear myself from the charge, never very
hardly pressed, of conscious or unconscious imitation; but as it may
interest some of my readers, I print in an appendix the last chapter as
it originally stood.

                                                            THE AUTHOR.




                               CONTENTS.

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  CHAP.                                                             PAGE

        PROLOGUE,                                                      1

     I. THE PLAGUE AND THE MERCHANTS,                                  5

    II. DAPHNE,                                                       21

   III. NEPENTHE,                                                     34

    IV. THE MIGHT OF SKILL,                                           39

     V. THE MIGHT OF CHANCE,                                          47

    VI. A STRANGE WELCOME,                                            56

   VII. THE WONDERS OF THE CITY,                                      65

  VIII. THE DISHONOURED STATUE,                                       73

    IX. THE WOMEN OF ROYAL RACE,                                      86

     X. THE MYSTERY OF THE WOMEN RESOLVED,                           100

    XI. THOTH FORSWEARS HIS OATH,                                    116

   XII. A WEARY INTERVAL,                                            127

  XIII. TRANSFORMATION,                                              137

   XIV. GREEK AND BARBARIAN,                                         148

    XV. THE DOOM OF THE FIRST THOTH,                                 153

   XVI. THE REVOLT OF NATURE,                                        161

  XVII. GRECIAN GUILE,                                               167

 XVIII. THE ASSEMBLY OF ANCESTORS,                                   178

   XIX. THE VICTORY OF LOVE,                                         193

    XX. THE RETURN TO ATHENS,                                        199

        EPILOGUE,                                                    209

        APPENDIX,                                                    211




                                THOTH.


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                               PROLOGUE.

                   BY THE CELEBRATED PHILOSOPHER AND
                         PHYSICIAN XENOPHILOS.


Nothing is more difficult than to separate the true from the false
in a narrative in which it is necessary for the most part to rely on
the testimony of one person only, and that person a woman whose mind
had been shaken by extraordinary perils and vicissitudes. A task so
laborious I shall not attempt, but shall simply set forth in order what
Daphne, the daughter of Philetos, told me in fragments at various
times, although I confess that some things seem in their nature
impossible.

This much, however, I will say for the benefit of posterity, and
that it may not be imagined this writing is from beginning to end
the figment of a poet’s fancy: Daphne was, without question, by far
the most beautiful woman of her time, and excited a most violent and
extreme passion in some of the wisest and most celebrated Athenians,
before the events occurred which I am about to record. And I do not
think it at all incredible that a man, driven by the madness of his
love for her, should be induced to sacrifice everything he held most
dear. Nor do I think it wonderful, considering the haughty ambition of
many of no great worth or power, that a man who had a marvellous genius
in making discoveries of the hidden nature of things, should try to
emulate the might of far-darting Apollo, who in his anger slays people
in multitudes by the shafts of his plagues and pestilences. And if any
one should think the conduct of this Egyptian and his ancestors, as
manifested in their deeds, altogether contrary to human nature (as if
one should say that doves chased hawks, or any other creature acted
in a way quite different from its kind), I would not only remind him
of the horrible and perverse sins even of Greeks in former times, but
would also ask him to remember that for ages the Egyptians had been
soured by a gloomy and cruel superstition.

Then, again, as to all the matters which are said to have occurred in
Athens, I have made the most careful inquiries, and, even in the most
minute particulars, I find that the testimony of Daphne is confirmed.

But to him who will be admonished, this narrative, whether true or
false, certainly declares that no human skill or strength of purpose
can altogether conquer nature and chance, and may thus serve, like
the tragedies of our poets, as a notable warning against pride and
presumption.




                              CHAPTER I.

                     THE PLAGUE AND THE MERCHANTS.


In the time of Pericles, as every one knows, Athens attained her
greatest glory. Magnificent buildings were erected, and in them were
placed statues and other ornaments of most exquisite workmanship.
Whilst the work was in progress, great encouragement was given to
foreign merchants, who brought materials of various kinds, and
especially ivory and metals. The laws against strangers were in a great
measure relaxed, and they were enabled to prosecute their business with
as much freedom as the citizens themselves. Even after the outbreak
of the Peloponnesian war, and when fear of spies and treachery was
natural, there was still a great concourse of foreign merchants in the
port and the city.

But an event occurred which soon put to flight all strangers, and made
Athens an object of the utmost dread. This was the great plague, of
which Thucydides, the son of Oloros, has given a memorable account in
his history.

A most remarkable incident, however, which is the key-stone of this
narrative, he has omitted to notice, probably because, being incredible
in its nature, he ascribed it to the invention of those whose minds
had been affected by the horrors of the scene, and considered it to be
unworthy of the dignity of his style and his careful adherence to truth.

                   *       *       *       *       *

A few days before the outbreak of the plague, a company of merchants,
about a score in number, arrived at Athens. They gave out that their
native land was Egypt, but they had been trading with many Grecian
cities at peace with Athens. They seemed to be extremely wealthy, and
their merchandise consisted mainly of ivory and gems. They had also
abundance of gold and silver. They acted as if they did not speak or
understand the Greek tongue, and always transacted their affairs by
means of interpreters. They appeared to be very careless or ignorant in
their bargains, often selling their wares for a much less price than,
with a little trouble and inquiry, they might have obtained.

They made no purchases themselves, with one exception, and in this
particular they were most fastidious and difficult to please. They
showed the greatest anxiety to buy young female slaves, and they
exercised the greatest care in the selection. They not only demanded
beauty and health, but inquired carefully into their education and
abilities. It was generally complained that it was impossible to
satisfy the demands of the merchants, as they appeared to apply tests
which neither the women nor their owners could understand.

                   *       *       *       *       *

As soon as the plague appeared, which happened first of all in the
port, all foreigners, with the exception of these Egyptians, fled away
in their ships. They, however, in spite of the dissatisfaction they
expressed with the slaves offered for sale, not only lingered on, but
appeared to be quite regardless of the dangers of infection.

Yet, in truth, both the disease and the circumstances of the
plague-stricken city were such as to shake the courage of the bravest.
For, as the historian narrates, suddenly, without any apparent cause
preceding, people who seemed in perfect health were seized with an
extreme ache in their heads, and redness and inflammation of the eyes;
then inwardly their throats and tongues grew presently bloody, and
their breath became noisome and unsavoury. Thereupon followed sneezing
and hoarseness, and, not long after, the pain, together with a mighty
cough, came down into the breast. As the disease spread, most dreadful
weakness and, in most cases, strong convulsions ensued. The bodies of
the afflicted outwardly to the touch were not very hot, but inwardly
they so burned as not to endure the lightest clothes or linen garment,
and they would fain have cast themselves into the cold water. Their
thirst was insatiable, and those who were not looked after ran to the
wells; but whether they drank much or little, they got neither ease
nor power of sleep. Many suffered for seven or nine days, and then died
of the inner burning, while yet their strength seemed undiminished;
others survived the torment, and then died of weakness. Some escaped
with the loss of their eyes or the extremities of the limbs, and others
were so much stricken in mind that they remembered neither themselves
nor their acquaintances. And the sickness, and the cruelty wherewith
it handled each one, far surmounted all expression in words—it was so
grievous and terrible.

But the greatest misery of all was the dejection of mind in such
as found themselves beginning to be sick, for they grew presently
desperate, and gave themselves over without making any resistance. Many
died like sheep affected by mutual visitation; and some, forsaken and
forlorn, for want of such as should take care of them.

The mortality was greatly increased by the crowds of country people
who, on account of the war, had come into the city with their goods
and chattels, and having no homes, they lived in stifling booths and
in tents. Dying men lay tumbling one upon another in the streets, and
about every spring and conduit. The temples, also, were full of dead,
for, oppressed with the violence of the calamity, and not knowing what
to do, men grew careless even of holy things. The laws which they
formerly used touching funerals were all broken. When one had made a
funeral pile, another getting before him would throw in his dead and
give it fire. And when one was burning, another would come, and having
cast therein him whom he carried, go his way again. Yet up to that time
no feeling amongst the Athenians was more profound than their respect
for the dead.

The city was filled with wailing, horror, and loathsomeness, but in the
midst of despair there were frantic outbursts of outrageous pleasures.
Licentiousness was unbridled, and men grasped at wild delights as if
they held their lives but by the day. The rich died, and the poor, who
had never dreamed of riches, slipped into their places, and, thinking
they had not a moment to lose, made their only aim the speedy fruition
of their goods. Neither the fear of the gods nor the laws of men awed
any man. For it seemed all one, to worship or not to worship, seeing
that all alike perished, and no one expected his life would last till
he received punishment of his crimes by human judgment. Many thought
that the whole city would be destroyed, and hastened to enjoy some
little part of their lives. Women left their apartments, and, without
friends or guardians, rushed to the temples or tried to flee from
the pestilence beyond the city bounds. For all discipline was broken
through, and all did what seemed good to them.

                   *       *       *       *       *

In spite of these dreadful scenes, the Egyptians showed no signs of
haste or alarm, and seemed to regard the terror-stricken people with
mingled curiosity and contempt. At first this conduct was ascribed to
the gloomy nature of their religion, and to the fact that in their
own cities the plague was said to be never altogether stifled. But
gradually a rumour spread that they had in their possession some drug
or charm by which they made themselves proof against the pestilence.

In a short time they were surrounded by a tumultuous throng of men
and women. A deafening outcry arose of threats and entreaties. Some
tried to embrace the knees of the merchants, and offered them masses
of gold and precious stones; others shrieked like madmen, “Give us
life,—save us!” Some, on the other hand, tried to terrify them with
brandished weapons; whilst others, hoping more from prayers, threatened
the threateners, and assumed the part of defenders of the strangers,
appealing to Zeus, the god of hospitality.

As the tumult grew, and the pressure of the crowd increased, the
merchants, speaking in an unknown tongue, seemed to address one
who appeared to be their leader, in terms of remonstrance and
expostulation, mingled, however, with respect and submission. No
interpreter could be found, so that no one could understand what was
said except vaguely from the looks and gestures of the speakers.

Suddenly, the leader made signs as if asking for silence and attention,
and a thrill of astonishment passed through the crowd as he began to
speak in a language which many of the people could, with a little
difficulty, understand. It seemed an ancient dialect of Greek, in most
respects like that used by Homer in his poems.

“Men of Athens,” he said, “ye wonder that we seem unmoved in the
midst of this dreadful plague, and ye think that we have some charm or
drug wherewith we defend ourselves from the infection. But we indeed
are careless, because death by the pestilence seems to us no worse
than the doom with which we are threatened if we escape. We come from
a country beyond Egypt, and are the descendants of a remnant of Greeks
who for many generations have been held in honourable captivity by the
powerful princes of the land. We have preserved our own customs, and as
ye see, our own language, and we have served as priests to our masters.
And often the daughters of our race have been chosen as queens, and
till a little time ago everything went well with us. Then certain
Greeks appeared, who aroused the envy of our king and his princes
by telling of the glories of Athens, and praising, most of all, the
beauty and the wit of the Athenian women, and they have sent us, not
only to bring back a faithful report of the grandeur of your city, but
they have ordered us to bring a number of your most beautiful and best
educated maidens, to become wives of the king and his nobles. In the
meantime they hold those Greeks in captivity, and also our wives and
children, and they have threatened us and them with dreadful punishment
if we do not bring back the maidens; and we thought at first to
purchase slaves, but we fear detection, for how can slaves make fitting
queens? But now the plague which has struck down your people seems to
offer us some hope of safety. For, perhaps, some of your maidens, being
without protectors in this calamity, will themselves be willing to go
with us, or their guardians, fearing the worst, will send them. And
in token of our good faith, we have brought large stores of precious
things to leave with you, and we will bind ourselves with great oaths
that the maidens shall be dealt with in the most honourable manner. And
as regards this pestilence, we can indeed offer you no certain cure,
but we would earnestly warn you, knowing something of the matter by sad
experience, that your only hope of safety is in avoiding crowds, and
keeping as much apart as possible. But see for yourselves the truth of
my words.”

And as he spoke thus, several persons in the throng were suddenly
taken with the plague, and terror seized on the rest, and they broke
up and fled. Many of the maidens, however, remained, believing through
the extremity of their fear that it was best for them to go with the
Egyptians.

And although it would be easy for any one sitting quietly at home in
the enjoyment of calm prosperity to consider the tale which they told
as unworthy of credence, it was a very different matter under the
actual circumstances of the case. And, as will appear in the sequel,
there was as much truth as falsehood in the promises, and the falsehood
was chiefly of that kind which consists in the suppression of truth.
One thing at least was certain, and was calculated to impress the
senses. They had undoubtedly a large amount of treasure, of which they
seemed quite careless. Besides this, it was known that they had made
endeavours to purchase female slaves for their purpose. But, above
everything else, the minds even of men of courage and philosophers had
been shaken in the terror, and it was natural for young maidens to
believe in anything which seemed to promise them a chance of safety
from a horrible death.

In a short time more than thirty of the fairest young women of Athens
had promised to go on board the Egyptian vessel; and to these, that no
doubt might shake them at the last, the leader told a thing still more
wonderful. He said, with an appearance of the greatest secrecy, that
they had a charm by which a small number could be protected against the
plague, and that they had failed to mention this because its virtue
would cease if applied beyond this small number. Then he painted, in
the most glowing language, the delights and pleasures which would be
their lot in the distant land. He also proceeded to terrify those whom
he was unwilling to take, and the maidens he had chosen began to fear
now that others might take their place, and promised to do all he bade
them.




                              CHAPTER II.

                                DAPHNE.


Yet, in spite of the promises which the Egyptian made, and the
unspeakable terror of the maidens on account of the plague, it is
doubtful if they would have consented to go at the last had it not been
for Daphne.

For when the men had fled and most of the maidens, and only those
remained whom the stranger had chosen, and to whom he was telling
flattering tales in order to take away their dread, Daphne suddenly
appeared, having heard of what had taken place.

It chanced that all her family had been taken by the plague, and she
was left quite alone,—for, as was well known, she was a native of
Miletus. She had been brought by her parents to Athens as a young girl,
owing to some political troubles, and was at this time less than twenty
years old; and to make this narrative clear to those of a later time
who may chance to read it, something must be said of the character of
Daphne before these adventures began.

                   *       *       *       *       *

First of all, she was strong of will, and rather ruled than obeyed her
parents; and she not only obstinately refused an honourable marriage,
but spoke bitterly of the small esteem and respect in which the
Athenians held their lawful wives; and she upheld as a model Aspasia,
her compatriot, the friend of Pericles, and in all but name his
honoured wife. For, whilst the lawful wives of the noblest Athenians
were cooped up like children in their own apartments, Aspasia enjoyed
perfect freedom, and was entertained of the brightest wits and the
wisest and bravest of Athens; and she was knit to Pericles with ties of
most ardent affection, far stronger than any bonds fastened by a forced
contract, and she was honoured and treated as were the consorts of
noble Greeks in olden times, and not regarded merely as a nurse for her
husband’s children.

And Daphne had determined, in like manner, to enter into no forced
marriage, but to form a fitting connection with some man whom she loved
and honoured, if chance so willed it, in marriage, but if not, even
as Aspasia with Pericles. And what may perhaps to some seem strange,
whilst she had constantly asserted for herself the truest freedom,
she had preserved also the strictest virtue. Many Athenian youths
had loved her, and some men of good standing, but none had touched
her fancy. Like Aspasia, she had been carefully trained in poetry,
rhetoric, and music, and she could converse with much acuteness and in
a pleasing manner.

Now, when the plague had carried off her natural protectors and
desolated the city, Daphne not only despaired in her heart of carrying
out her idea in practice, but was afraid for her life, and at the least
dreaded that her beauty would be marred or the sharpness of her mind
blunted.

And when she was thus cast down in spirit, a maiden of her acquaintance
came running, and told her all the Egyptian had promised, saying that
they were themselves of Grecian stock, and spoke the language of the
old heroes.

And Daphne, although she thought the report an idle tale or a snare,
still, seeing that it offered some chance of safety, whilst in the city
there seemed none, agreed to hear what the stranger had to say.

She found the maidens in a group apart, weeping and terrified, and
taking counsel together; but the Egyptians were talking to one another
in an unknown tongue, and laughing, as it were, over a good jest. To
Daphne, however, there seemed to be more bitterness than mirth in their
laughter, and she swiftly determined not to go, and to dissuade the
others also. But suddenly the leader turned his eyes full upon her, and
she felt compelled, as if by some superior power, to scan his features
closely, and to try to pierce his thoughts.

He was of ordinary stature, and evidently in the full vigour of
manhood. His frame was strong, and his appearance denoted the
perfection of health; but he did not appear to be trained in athletic
exercises in the Greek manner, and his whole bearing was that of a man
accustomed to work more with the mind than the body. His forehead was,
both in height and breadth, much more massive than was customary with
the Athenians. His hair, which was cut very short, and his eyebrows,
were perfectly black. He wore no beard, and the fineness of his skin,
although darker than that of even Asiatics, seemed almost boyish. His
nose and mouth were of the pure Greek type, and the setting of his
lips and chin denoted great determination. His eyes, however, formed
by far the most striking feature of his person. They were deeply
seated under overhanging brows, but their large fulness and intense
blackness made them at once seize the attention of the beholder. Even
in momentary repose they displayed a wonderful and mysterious depth of
intelligence, but the rapid restless motion with which they generally
absorbed every detail in the range of sight, revealed a marvellous
power of observation and quickness of decision. Their glances seemed to
penetrate the inmost recesses of the mind; and the Greek maiden knew
at once that she had never seen such power in any countenance, and she
felt at first sight the influence of a mighty will.

Daphne was in most respects in striking contrast to the Egyptian leader.

She was more than his equal in the exquisite proportions of her limbs,
and she was in the very spring-time of youthful beauty. But her
forehead, though broad, was low, and showed no trace of the oppression
of thought. Her eyes were like those of the goddesses in Homer,
whom, confident in the truth of nature, he boldly praised as being
ox-eyed. They seemed as if formed for the display of all the tenderness
and longing of the highest human love, but sensuous and passionate
they were not, and everything in Daphne’s appearance betokened a
well-balanced and restful mind.

Woman she was in perfection, of the purest Greek race, with the soft
outlines of a beauty moulded by feeling, with lips ready to respond
to affection or to reject scorn with passionate impulse, with a hand
soft for caresses, or when knit with anger, strong as the Amazon’s in
battle. Power her face showed in abundance, but it was the power of
the varying instinct that has reason for its instrument, and utterly
unlike that of the Egyptian, in which a glance seemed to show that
every passion was under the control of an iron will, and guided by
reason only. The woman moved with easy grace, as if every gesture was a
pleasure, whilst every movement of the man betokened restless, untiring
energy.

                   *       *       *       *       *

When the Egyptian leader saw Daphne with the maidens who had already
agreed to make the venture, he first of all seemed astonished at her
radiant beauty and her composure of manner, and then said:—

“We had completed the number of those whom we would take, but come thou
too if thou wilt, for thou art a goddess-queen amongst the others.”

But she answered—“It seems as if ye wished to take advantage of our
terror and steal us away for slaves, for your tale is difficult to
believe. Ye boast yourselves to be Greeks, but many tribes of Grecians
have I seen, and none with features and hair like yours; and ye speak
not Greek to one another, and the language thou thyself speakest seems
learned from the books of old poets, and not thy mother’s tongue.”

Then the leader replied—“These men are my servants, and through
dwelling long among strangers our appearance has changed.”

And Daphne had from the first been constrained to admit that his
countenance seemed much more noble and kingly than the rest; but she
said, “Give me some sign that these are thy servants. Why does that
man,” pointing to one of them, “sneer at me and laugh so immoderately?”

Then the leader said, “Here is a sign for thee.”

And going up to the man, he struck him full in the face, and the blood
started from his lips, and the man fell as one dead, yet none of his
companions said a word.

Then Daphne believed in his authority, but she was alarmed by his
violence and turned to go. But he said to her—

“Wilt thou indeed go back to a loathsome death when life and honour
and riches are open to thee? Wouldst thou through silly fear become
like him?” and he pointed to a man at a little distance writhing in the
agony of the plague. “I can save thee if thou wilt. See, the plague has
no terror for me.”

Then he went up to the sick man and took him by the hand, and looked
steadfastly in his face and said, “Thou art fortunate—thou wilt not
die of this disease.”

And another plague-stricken wretch near him begged with parched lips
for water, but he said, “Too late!” and turned to Daphne.

“Take care it is not too late for thee! We have already more than
enough who are willing to go. Still it vexes me to leave the loveliest
to black death, and to save others. What more dost thou desire to know
or to make me promise?” and he seemed to speak and look in a more
kindly manner than before. And suddenly through Daphne’s mind there
flashed the words of the poet, “Rather would I live on earth as the
hireling of another with a landless man who had no great livelihood,
than bear sway among all the dead that be departed.” Then she said,
“Promise me one thing. Swear to me by thy strongest oath, and I will
go. Swear to me if, when I reach thy country, I like it not, thou wilt
send me back unharmed either to Athens or to some Greek city which has
escaped the pestilence.”

And he said, “By the respect I owe to my fathers, who are not dead but
sleep, awaiting the day of triumph, I swear to thee. It is an oath that
cannot be broken.” And his dark eyes flashed, and no sign of deceit
appeared in his face; and Daphne said, “I trust thee. I will go.”

And the other maidens gained confidence by what they had seen and
heard, and, according to the word of the Egyptian leader, went by
different ways and as secretly as possible to a place appointed for
meeting, and they said nothing to any they met.




                             CHAPTER III.

                               NEPENTHE.


Before they separated, the Egyptian leader gave to Daphne, whom he
looked on as having authority over the rest, a powdered substance in a
small linen bag.

“This,” said he, “is that Nepenthe of which your poet sings, the most
soothing of all medicines, and known to the Egyptians from very ancient
times. When ye come to our trysting-place on the coast, and the other
maidens begin to be again afraid, mix this drug with sweet wine and
they will forget their sorrow. Say to them that it is a remedy against
the plague. As soon as ye have partaken of it, we will appear and take
you to our ship. And in the ship ye shall find the female slaves we
have brought, and good store of garments and precious things. So care
for nothing but to escape as speedily as possible, for if the reason of
your flight were known, all the Athenians would come, and in the crowd
all must perish. Farewell!”

                   *       *       *       *       *

The place of meeting was a little sandy bay set in the midst of steep,
rough rocks, and about two hours from the city. Encouraged by the
spirit and example of Daphne on the one hand, and on the other driven
by the fear of the plague, the maidens, a little before sunset, reached
the appointed spot. At some distance they saw a dark vessel unlike any
they had ever seen, for there seemed to be place neither for oars nor
sails. It looked rather like the hull of a wrecked ship than a vessel
prepared for a long journey.

The maidens in their trepidation were ready to start with alarm at any
strange sight, and the black vessel, on which not a man was visible,
seemed to them as dismal as the boat with which Charon ferries the
souls of the dead over the Styx. They looked back already with longing
to the city, and with fear they saw the long shadows cast by the
declining sun.

But Daphne was determined to complete the venture, and she prepared to
give them the drug.

“This,” said she, “is a charm against the plague.”

“Perchance,” whispered one of the maidens, “it is poisonous.”

But Daphne replied, “Nay, that thought of thine is altogether foolish.
Why should the men entice us away from the city simply to put us to
death? Fear not,—I will begin.”

She mixed the nepenthe with the sweet wine, and drank of it herself,
and gave to the others, and they all drank.

And then, indeed, as the leader of the band of merchants had said, so
it happened.

Slowly and dreamily the distant city began to blend with the clouds.
The waves of the sea fell upon the shore with the rhythm of sweet
music. The air became heavy with the odours of drowsy flowers and
mystic perfumes. The sand formed a softer couch than the most exquisite
cushions of the East. The maidens looked on one another with calm
content. Fearless and careless, they gave themselves up to the misty
shapes of languid pleasures.

All memory of the past vanished, and vanished also all thought of
the future. From the black vessel they saw a boat put off, and they
watched its approach, as listlessly as if it were but the shadow of a
cloud on the water. The sound of the oars was like the measured far-off
beat of the wings of a flying swan. The men landed and seemed to murmur
to one another in the ancient language of the happy gods; they lifted
up the maidens, and their touch was gentle as the caress of a child.
Then the day melted into the dark of evening, and one and all the
maidens sank into quiet, dreamless slumber.




                              CHAPTER IV.

                          THE MIGHT OF SKILL.


When Daphne awoke she found herself lying on a luxurious couch, in a
low apartment lighted with hanging lamps. From the movement, she judged
they were on the sea. Her companions were still sleeping, but the women
slaves were awake, and moved about easily.

Daphne arose and tried to walk, but her feet were unsteady with the
movement. She called a slave-girl, and with her help reached the
door. She found, from the slave’s report, they had slept a very long
time—how long she knew not.

Outside the door was a kind of ladder. She climbed up into the fresh
air, and found herself on the deck of a large ship. A vessel of some
kind it certainly was, for no land was in sight—nothing but the waves
dancing in the sunlight. But the craft was altogether different from
anything she had heard of or imagined.

No sail was set, nor did there appear to be any masts. There were no
oars, and no places where oars might be used. The floor on which she
stood was a smooth unbroken surface, except for the entrance by which
she had ascended, and two of a similar kind in different places, of
which the doors were closed. No man was visible, and there was no sound
except the lapping of the waves.

At first she thought some dreadful storm must have carried away the
upper part of the vessel, and left only the lower portion; but on
looking, she found no signs of breakage or wreck, and discovered, to
her amazement, that the sides of the bulwarks round the deck were of
iron, or some metal, perfectly finished.

The wind seemed very strong, but the waves hardly moved. She saw some
birds in the water, which were, she thought, swimming at a great pace
without any effort; then some beams passed with the same speed; then,
as she looked more carefully, the waves of the sea seemed rushing past
and breaking on the bows of the vessel. At last she found that it was
the ship which, without sail or oar, or any visible power, was dashing
through the water. She was awe-struck! Alone in the midst of the sea,
with no sign of human power, the vessel was rushing through the water
like some huge sea-monster!

She made her way to the side, almost expecting to see great fins
ploughing the water, or a myriad arms clutching it in swimming. But
she could see nothing, and hear nothing. Silently, without a jar or
shock of any kind, the vessel sped on its way through a desolate waste
of waters. The silence and solitude terrified her, and she turned to
call her companions. She wished to know if she were still in a land of
dreams, and under the power of the drug.

But the sun shone with burning heat, the spray of the water was cold,
the air was fresh, and everything she touched and saw seemed real and
true. No phantom sea or ocean, she thought, could look so strong and
glaring.

Suddenly the Egyptian leader stood by her side, and as she shrank from
him, he said, “Fear not! I have sworn an oath that cannot be broken.”

And when she looked in his eyes, her courage was restored, and she
said, “Tell me whither we are going, and how it is that the vessel
moves without sail or oars. To me it seems like wicked magic.”

“We are going,” he replied, “to a country in which, if thou wilt, thou
shalt be a great queen; and there is no magic, but simply human skill
which moves the ship, though it would be tedious to explain the matter
more fully.”

Then Daphne mused for a time on the strangeness of her situation, and
at length, after gazing fixedly at the Egyptian, she said, “Grant me
one more promise.” And he said, “If it is possible, I will grant it.”

“Already when we were still at Athens,” she said, “I noticed thou
toldest the other maidens things that thou knewest to be false, taking
advantage of their ignorance. Now I am altogether in thy power and at
thy mercy, and I am prepared for my fate, having escaped a horrible
death through thy aid. But my request is this: whatever thou sayest to
me, let it be truth—do not play with me at least, with idle tales.”

The Egyptian seemed to reflect for a long time, and his look became
gloomy.

Then he said: “Already I have promised thee more than I intended, and
the truth is too hard for thee to hear, or even to understand, for the
present.”

For a moment Daphne shuddered, but by an effort she recovered her
composure, and said: “To avoid death by the pestilence, willingly, with
my eyes open, I surrendered myself to thee, although I did not know
even thy name. I look on myself as already in the under-world. Nothing
now will terrify me, for thy vaunted oath I believe no longer.”

The Egyptian replied, “The oath cannot be broken, and whatever I say
to thee shall be free from deceit. But there are many things that I
cannot tell thee: whatever I say shall be true, but neither can I tell
thee everything, nor could thy mind at present bear it, any more than
thy eyes could look straight at the sun. My country is in many ways
different from Athens. My name is Thoth.”

At first Daphne was displeased to be treated like a child, but her
curiosity was excited, and she began to ask questions. The answers,
however, seemed for the most part to cause still greater mystery.

Suddenly she heard a cry of alarm from some of her companions. They too
had awaked, and had come to join Daphne. Just as they came near, at
the other end of the vessel two of the merchants appeared, and began
to eye the maidens with the look of curious contempt which at first
had alarmed Daphne. She turned to Thoth and said, “Why are these men
so hateful in appearance? They fill me with dread, and terrify my
companions.”

A look of displeasure crossed the face of the leader, and he said
sternly, “This shall not be. I will compel them to honour whom I
choose, and in a short time I will give thee an undoubted sign.”




                              CHAPTER V.

                         THE MIGHT OF CHANCE.


Thoth disappeared, and on his return said to Daphne, “It is necessary
to encourage thy companions, and to show them that they have nothing to
fear. They seem to dread my people, but I will make every man give them
an undoubted sign of respect.”

Daphne informed her companions, and according to the request of Thoth,
they stood in a line leaning on the side of the vessel. He then
summoned his men, and they awaited his orders in an attitude of the
most obsequious deference. Then Thoth advanced to Daphne, and taking
her hand, said—

“Permit me to show thee honour.”

He bowed and lightly kissed her fingers. Then he turned to his
companions, and choosing out the man whom he had struck in Athens, he
said—

“Kneel down and kiss the foot of this maiden.”

The man’s face showed a strange conflict of emotions. Amazement
struggled with obedience, and the strongest efforts at composure failed
to suppress his loathing at the indignity put upon him. At length,
however, he advanced and knelt down, and did as he was commanded. He
rose immediately, with his face pale with displeasure.

Then Thoth turned to another, and pointing to one of the maidens,
said, “Ask thou permission to kiss her hand.”

Next to Daphne, she was the most beautiful of all the maidens, and
the most courageous, and to kiss her hand was an honour worthy of the
noblest. But, to the surprise of the maidens, this seemed to be a most
difficult and disagreeable duty. The man obeyed his leader, but he
asked for the favour as willingly as a coward might ask for death. The
maiden laughed at the obvious dislike, and thinking it was due to the
seeming dishonour, and being in her nature kind and generous, she said,
“Nay, it is not so terrible. See, I will kiss thy hand first.” But the
man drew back with signs of abhorrence much more strongly marked, and
the maiden was indignant.

The leader seemed for the moment surprised at the failure of his plan,
and then his determination became stronger than ever. He commanded the
men to kneel before the maidens, and to say in the most distinct and
emphatic manner, “We will honour all these maidens as we honour thee, O
Thoth.” He then dismissed them, but instead of having been encouraged,
the maidens were more alarmed than before.

Thoth took Daphne aside, and said to her—

“How comes it that thy courage is so much stronger than that of thy
companions? We must make another attempt to gain their confidence.”

He then gave an order to his men, and they brought up on deck a strange
mechanical contrivance. In shape it was something like the body of a
bird, and was composed principally of a kind of wicker-work made from
some shining metal. The lower part was apparently solid. In a few words
Thoth explained to Daphne that by means of this brazen bird, as he
termed it, a man could be carried with the greatest swiftness through
the air. He commanded one of the men to enter the machine, and, to the
astonishment of the maidens, in a few moments the bird rose in the air.
It sailed round and round the vessel like a sea-bird in search of food,
and then at a sign from Thoth returned to the deck.

Then he said to Daphne, “This aërial boat will bear with safety two
persons. Wilt thou venture to ascend with me? Perchance that will give
confidence to thy companions.”

Daphne at once assented, but the rest implored her not to leave them,
and said especially that they were afraid to be left alone in the
vessel with Thoth’s hateful men.

The leader smiled with hardly veiled contempt, and said, “That is
soon provided for. See, I have but to draw this bolt, and the men are
imprisoned below.”

At a word the men disappeared, and the bolt was drawn.

“Now,” said he, “enter, and in a few moments we will return.”

Daphne and Thoth then entered the car, and again it flew round and
round the ship. The maidens lost their fear in admiration, and one
said, “To what height can the bird fly?”

Thoth replied, “To such a height that thou couldst hardly see it. It
will mount the air like a lark.” And to Daphne he said, “Shall we make
a trial?” and she at once assented.

Under Thoth’s guidance the car rose straight upwards to a great height.
Daphne looked down with wonder at the vessel beneath, so far off that
the maidens through the distance could no longer be distinguished.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Then suddenly she cried out in alarm to her guide. The vessel had
disappeared beneath the waves, and there was nothing to be seen but a
few of the maidens struggling and shrieking in the water.

Daphne looked at Thoth. His face showed most unfeigned surprise and
vexation. For the moment he seemed to lose his self-command, but it was
only for the moment.

Apparently without an effort he became as calm and unimpassioned as
before.

“Hasten!” cried Daphne; “descend to the rescue!”

“It is impossible,” he said. “All will be drowned before we can reach
them; and besides this, the car can sustain no more.”

Daphne looked with horror at the composure of this man, and began to
suspect treachery. “Didst thou expect this catastrophe?” she said,
trembling.

“Nay,” said he; “nothing was further from my thoughts. I can ill
spare my men, and my scheme has broken down at the outset. It will be
troublesome to replace the maidens.”

The coldness of his manner seemed to Daphne unnatural and inhuman. “At
least,” she said, “make an effort to save their lives.”

“It is useless,” he replied calmly; “but as thou wilt.”

They descended, but long before they reached the spot, the sea had
swallowed up every trace except a few remnants of floating wreckage.

“There is no time to lose,” said Thoth. “We must go direct to my city.
The strength of my bird will just suffice to reach it.”

Daphne sank down helpless and dismayed.

Thoth applied to her lips a small phial, and she was powerless to
resist. Again she tasted the strange flavour of the nepenthe, and again
care and sorrow were dispelled from her mind. She heard Thoth say, as
if to himself—

“It is not possible that they would have dared to disobey and
become traitors.... Yet they hated the women.... But what flaw was
possible.... Truly chance is great.”




                              CHAPTER VI.

                          A STRANGE WELCOME.


When Daphne awoke from her trance, she found herself lying on a couch
in a luxurious apartment looking on to a beautiful garden. The scene
was peaceful in the highest degree. The sun was high in the heavens,
and the air was laden with sweet odours. Strange coloured birds flitted
through the trees, and seemed quite fearless.

For some time Daphne lay drowsily looking at the garden, hardly
conscious of the journey she had made. The past seemed a dream, and
the present a dream within a dream. At last her curiosity led her to
examine the details of her chamber, and she rose up. Hardly had she
done so, when she heard in an ante-room at the farther end a clamour
of voices as soft and thin as those of little children, and yet with
a strange resemblance to those of grown people in the fulness and
quickness of the articulation.

Suddenly, through the opening of the curtain which half concealed the
aperture, a troop of tiny little people rushed and ran up to Daphne,
kissed the ground before her, and then stood still, as if waiting for
her commands. She then saw they were really men and women of the true
pigmy race. They were finely shaped, and had pretty, well-cut features,
and without exception the most pleasant of countenances. They looked
up to her just like dogs waiting for some notice to be taken of them,
with glances full of suppressed friendliness. It was very gratifying
to her, after the strange dangers through which she had passed, to meet
with such spontaneous affection from the little people. At a venture
she spoke to them in Greek, and asked for food and water, and one of
them immediately gave orders to the rest in the same old Greek dialect
which Thoth had used.

In a very short time a table was covered with all kinds of delicacies.
The pigmies, Daphne observed, were very strong, and with incredible
agility they avoided any inconveniences due to their smallness of
stature, leaping on one another’s shoulders, and climbing with the
agility of monkeys.

As soon as Daphne had finished her repast, her little servants
conducted her through a series of apartments, all appointed in a very
elegant manner, and they showed her with pride everything which seemed
to them most beautiful and useful. They watched with evident glee,
and yet in a perfectly deferential manner, for her surprise when they
revealed some new wonder.

Her greatest desire, however, was to know who the little men and women
were, and this wish was only gratified to a very small extent. Their
position seemed to them so natural, that they did not understand the
meaning of her questions. In each answer everything seemed to depend
on Thoth. To say that Thoth had commanded such and such a thing,
seemed to them final. They could no more explain why they obeyed and
revered Thoth as an altogether superior being, than they could say why
the sun gave light, or a stone fell to the earth. One thing alone was
quite clear—they were absolutely under the sway of Thoth, and yet
the relationship was one of thorough love and confidence. They had
evidently been told to treat Daphne in the same manner, and they did so
with the greatest joyfulness. They were indeed models of affectionate
servants, and examples of perfect obedience.

The admiration of the pigmies for Daphne was immensely increased when
another of their tribe entered, and in an obsequious manner asked her
if she would permit Thoth to pay her a visit, or if she would prefer
to rest and recover her spirits. The little people were evidently
amazed that she should be treated by Thoth with such respect, but they
were too well trained to have any doubt as to its being right. It was
Thoth’s message, and that was enough for their simple, affectionate
hearts.

Daphne was anxious to see her preserver. The vague sense of fear
which hitherto his presence had always aroused was dissipated by the
atmosphere of kindly veneration in which the pigmies lived. Thoth, she
thought, could not be very terrible when he was regarded with so much
affection by these childlike men and women.

On the contrary, he must be a kind and gentle master, in spite of the
example he had given her of his violence at their first meeting.

Accordingly, Daphne answered with alacrity that she would be glad to
receive her host, and immediately after Thoth entered and saluted her
with profound respect.

Yet in spite of herself, a shudder passed through the maiden. She
looked through his eyes, but could not see his thoughts. She was not
afraid of any treachery or violence. She believed his respect was real,
and yet a nameless, causeless dread seized her for the moment. The
little people, however, showed such undoubted pleasure at being in
his company that Daphne’s anxiety vanished, and she ascribed her fear
simply to the strangeness of the situation.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Thoth lost no time in explaining the reason of his visit. He dismissed
the little servants, and reminded Daphne, with all the calmness and
dignity of an experienced ambassador, of the real object of her
journey. He repeated again and again that no pressure of any kind would
be put upon her, and that after she had become acquainted with the city
and its people and governors, if she did not like to remain and to form
a queenly alliance, she would be conveyed back to any place she chose.
In the meantime she was at liberty to use the apartments and gardens as
she pleased, and whenever she wished she could explore the city under
his guidance.

“Tell me,” she said, “is this the land of the pigmies, and art thou the
king?”

“I am not the king; yet in truth I might call myself vice-regent,
and say that I have all the power of the king. As for the people,
presently, methinks, thou wilt wonder if this is the land of giants.”

“Will the giants be as friendly as the pigmies? Perchance they will
frighten me. Are they huge and dreadful like Polyphemus?”

“Nay,” he replied; “though I said giants, they are indeed but
full-grown men. Believe once for all that in all our land there is
nothing magical or contrary to nature. Thou wilt find the giants as
docile and amiable as the pigmies, but their duties are different. Come
with me and see them; and it will be more pleasant for thee if thou
will assume a disguise such as mine.”

Thoth then put on a mask, and wrapped himself round in an ample
garment. Daphne did the same; and but for being a little shorter in
height, she seemed indistinguishable from her guide. Thus they sallied
forth to view the city.

Thoth carried in his hand a golden staff richly ornamented with
sparkling gems.




                             CHAPTER VII.

                       THE WONDERS OF THE CITY.


At the palace-gate was a lightly built carriage with two beautiful
horses, for Thoth informed his companion he wished to show her the city
itself before he made her further acquainted with the inhabitants. By
a winding road shaded with trees he conducted her to the summit of a
little hill, and bade her look round.

She saw at the first glance that the city was built in a curious rocky
oasis in the midst of an illimitable desert. At her feet were buildings
and gardens forming a large city. The buildings were widely scattered,
and the whole place was about twenty leagues in circumference. It was
surrounded by lofty walls, and beyond the walls, as far as the eye
could reach, there was nothing but a burning flat of barren sand.

The green spot on which the city stood, with the exception of the
little hill, appeared to Daphne hollowed out like a cup; and it seemed
as if the ocean of sand might at any time engulf it. There were no
gates, and the country seemed completely isolated.

A sense of forlornness seized on Daphne, and in spite of her courage
she wept as she thought of Athens.

Her guide at once divined her thoughts, and assured her that she had
only to command him, and once more to be bold enough to mount with him
into the air, and in a few hours she would find herself in Greece.

Thus he comforted her, and her heart warmed to him for his kindness.

They then drove through the city, and Daphne was amazed at the
magnificence and beauty of the buildings and the luxuriance of the
gardens. She saw very few people, and those were clearly of an inferior
rank. They were of an ordinary stature and olive-tinted complexion.

They stood still and saluted the masks with the most profound respect;
and Daphne observed that the jewelled staff carried by Thoth especially
commanded their reverence.

All the buildings, roads, and gardens seemed in the most admirable
state of preservation and good order. The city was evidently inhabited
by people in the height of prosperity; and the thing which most
surprised Daphne was the apparent sparseness of the population. Her
curiosity was aroused, and she asked Thoth if this place had also been
ravaged by the plague; but he replied that no city in the world was so
healthy, and that never in the memory of man had it been visited by a
pestilence.

The answer reminded Daphne of the speech of Thoth to the people of
Athens, in which he told them that their indifference to the plague
arose from familiarity.

The reminiscence of the untruth was vivid and unpleasant, and she said
to Thoth: “Which word of thine am I to believe? This agrees not with
thy saying in Athens.”

He simply replied, “That was before my promise; but in reality both
statements are true. We have had particular cases of diseases like the
plague, but never throughout the whole population. Our wise men are
great physicians—in time thou shalt know all.”

“But how many people are there?”

“The total number of men, women, and children does not exceed twenty
thousand.”

“And is this the only city in thy dominion?”

“Yes.”

“How, then, canst thou boast of conquering the world?—and thou didst
say so. Thine oath was soon forgotten.”

“We have long since learned that safety and power are not in
multitudes, but in wisdom and skill. Our archers, few as they are, are
equal almost to Apollo. Thou hast seen that we can ride through the
air, and thou shalt learn that we can perform other wonders unknown
to the rest of the world. But it is best to begin with the simplest
things. I will show thee our lowest class of workers.”

They drove to a distant part of the city, and as they passed along, the
signs of life became much more abundant. The dwellings, though still
large, were smaller and much closer together. The people also were
different in appearance, and the farther they advanced the more they
increased in stature.

At length Daphne understood that the great mass of the people must be
giants, some of them being twice the stature of ordinary men. Their
faces, however, wore an expression of pleased contentment, and they
were most obsequious in their salutations. They were lightly clad, and
the symmetry of their proportion, and the massive strength of their
limbs, were a pleasure to the young Greek, accustomed to revere the
great statues of the Athenian sculptors. She thought to herself how
easily a small band of such warriors would break to pieces any army;
but Thoth said to her, “These are the most peaceful and quiet people
in the whole world, and the most admirable workers when strength is
needed. Which of your Greeks could contend with the weakest of these
men?”

He then ordered one of the men to cast a huge piece of rock to a
distance, which he did with the most surprising ease.

The women in this quarter were nearly as huge as the men, and, like
them, admirably shaped, and, in spite of their great stature, very
graceful in their movements. Daphne noticed, however, both here as
through the rest of the city, that the women always retired to their
dwellings on the appearance of the masks.

But apparently to please Daphne, Thoth ordered some of the giantesses
to approach, and they did so with every sign of being honoured and
gratified.

Daphne was delighted to discover that, with the giants as with the
pigmies, the source of Thoth’s power was not tyranny. Evidently he was
regarded as a superior being, but as yet she could not imagine in what
the superiority consisted. It seemed as if the whole city was ruled by
perfect obedience, resting on perfect love.

When she returned to her apartments her little servants expressed the
most lively satisfaction, and Thoth left her in their care, promising,
if she wished, to show her more of the city and its people on the
following day.




                             CHAPTER VIII.

                        THE DISHONOURED STATUE.


Day after day, Thoth conducted Daphne through the city, showing to her
all its wonders.

They were always masked, and were invariably treated with the same
profound respect—no one even speaking to them, except in answer to
some question of Thoth.

All the inhabitants seemed to be people of great skill; and many of the
arts which they practised Daphne would have thought magical, but for
the constant assurance of her guide that everything was due simply to
the accumulated knowledge of ages.

She saw black charred wood changed into beautiful crystals, and
transparent fluids transformed to solid images of exquisite design.
Time itself seemed to be defeated at the hands of these cunning
workmen, for, in a few moments, she saw a seedling grow into a plant
with beautiful flowers, as strong and healthy as if it had taken a
whole spring and summer.

Space was conquered in an equally mysterious manner. In a few moments
they were carried under the ground, noiselessly and apparently without
motion, from one end of the city to the other. The powers of nature
also seemed enslaved: the heat of the sun was made to turn vapour
into ice, the air was constrained to lift great weights, and light as
brilliant as the sun was drawn from running water.

To her amazement, Daphne found that the solid earth had been
honey-combed with workings, and forced to yield up abundance of all
kinds of treasures.

Streams of molten fluids were drawn from the centre of the earth, and
compelled to separate into parts and to congeal into solid metals; and
noxious gases were unloosed to drive intricate arrangements of wheels
and all kinds of tools.

Daphne began, unwillingly, to feel for Thoth something of the
veneration in which he was held by all the people of the place. There
seemed to be nothing which he did not understand perfectly, and she
thought that it must be this superiority of knowledge which commanded
such respect. Her interest in him was keenly aroused, for he seemed
compounded of opposite elements.

When simply speaking, he seemed as passionless as snow; but when he
removed his mask, his expression revealed sometimes a keen conflict of
emotion. Though he seemed in general bold, determined, and inflexible,
sometimes his eyes revealed a doubtful hesitancy, and pride and
confidence often seemed to give way to despair and self-pity.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Once she said to him, “Is there anything left for thee to discover?”
and he replied, with all gravity, “The very beginnings of knowledge
are hid from me: my knowledge is a drop in an ocean of ignorance. I
have climbed a blind path which, perchance, will soon be lost in a
wilderness.” And then he relapsed into a melancholy silence.

Occasionally, in their wanderings and explorations, Daphne saw others
disguised like themselves, and treated with similar deference by the
people generally. Even these, however, showed to Thoth, on sight of his
golden staff, the submission of inferiors.

Daphne had been encouraged to ask questions on anything which occurred
to her, and one day she said to Thoth—

“Are there any superior to thee? Art thou really not the king?”

“There is one to whom I owe the utmost obedience, and there are many
equal to me in authority if they choose to exercise their power.”

“And what do they?”

He hesitated, and then, appearing to remember his promise to answer,
said, “At present they spend their days and nights in sleep,—they rest
to prepare for great deeds. I am vice-regent.”

A strange people, thought Daphne, in which the king and his princes are
sleepers, and yet some say that is like the blessed gods.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Months passed away, and Daphne began to think that Thoth must have
changed his intentions regarding her.

She had seen none of the other chiefs, unless those in disguise were
such, and the disguise was thorough and complete.

Sometimes, when half dreaming, she imagined that Thoth must be
reserving her for himself; but in a moment the image of his passionless
face, which never showed any emotion save that of troubled thought, put
to flight the fancy. A marble statue seemed more capable of love than
this superlatively wise vice-regent.

Never by one glance or touch, or word or gesture, had Thoth shown the
smallest sign of love for her. He treated her always with the same
delicacy; he never laughed at her ignorance; and in everything he tried
to consult her wishes. Yet Daphne was at that time one of the most
beautiful women in the world, in the full pride of youth and health,
and endowed with a mind capable of great thoughts, and a spirit of
courage to the performance of great deeds; and Thoth was apparently in
the very prime of vigorous manhood. The man was a mystery to her—a
mystery surrounded by mysteries.

Yet why had he brought her and tried to bring more of her companions
thither, with infinite trouble and risk?

And why had he made such a careful selection?—for the maidens were the
flower of Greece.

When her reflections were turned in this direction, other questions
forced themselves upon her which hitherto a certain delicacy had
prevented her from putting to Thoth.

How was it that his companions had shown such repugnance and contempt
for her compatriots and herself, whilst Thoth treated her with such
deference?

Over and over again she tried to detect in his manner some trace of
dislike, but without success. Was Thoth of a different race?

Then she wondered how the women of the highest rank were treated, and
why the chiefs should have sought for strange women for wives. Many
women she had seen in the city, but none who seemed of a superior
degree, unless indeed some of the masks were women disguised like
herself. At length she determined to ask Thoth, and the next time they
met a mask she inquired if there were other women in her position.

He at once said “No.”

“Do any of the women of thy tribe use this dress?”

“No.”

“Do ye of the highest rank always seek wives from beyond the seas?”

“With one exception,” he replied, “thou art the only stranger who has
entered our walls since their foundation.”

“Then are all your women dead—are none of queenly rank left?”

“There are more of them than of us.”

“Are they not beautiful?”

For answer he led her into a building which seemed to be a kind
of temple. He unlocked a massive gate, and conducted her into a
well-lighted apartment. In the middle was placed the statue of a most
beautiful woman.

“Such,” he said, “are our women by nature. Greece has rarely produced
such wonders of form and grace.”

From the statue Daphne turned to the walls, which seemed to be covered
with statuary and paintings, and she started back terrified.

A horrible fascination made her stare at the works, and her eyes drank
in the meaning of the artist in a moment.

All the highest skill of the painter and sculptor had apparently been
exercised to pour contempt upon women.

On the beautiful statue in the middle of the apartment a number of
stony figures looked down with sneering hatred. This grouping she might
possibly have thought accidental, but the pictures left no doubt as to
the design of the whole chamber. In every case beautiful women were
being treated in a degraded manner, and men of the same race as Thoth
were depicted as treating them with absolute loathing and disgust.

Then in Daphne’s breast fear gave way to anger and offended pride, and
she said to Thoth—

“How dost thou dare to show such things to me? Is this thy respect and
honour? Dost thou not know that man is raised above the beasts only by
the reverence paid to women? I loathe thy city, thy race, and thee!
Of what avail is all the miserable skill and cunning of thy slaves? A
swallow or locust can fly more easily, a spider is a better spinner,
and the tiniest flower draws more varied beauty from the dull earth. I
scorn thy boasted reason. Liar and hypocrite! how canst thou stay in my
presence? Throw off thy mask and let me see thy cowardly features livid
with fear and shame. Let me see before I die that in this abominable
spot one blow in honour of women has struck home. Take off that
mask—wilt thou make me mad? Down with the mask, I say, or my reason
will not hold till I can find a way to death. Thou shalt not make me
mad, and keep me for thy lust and cruelty in this horrid den. Hast thou
no dagger—no deadly poison? Let me die! Monster, make thyself human
for a moment, and being human, slay me. I will not be maddened and
polluted.”

Such and other wild words spoke Daphne, every moment becoming more and
more infuriated, and, in truth, approaching the verge of madness. At
last she rushed at Thoth and tore off his mask with a passionate cry.

His face struck her dumb with amazement. Instead of shame and fear,
she saw wonder and triumph depicted on his features. Yet his look was
rather like that of a spectator in a theatre who applauds a good actor,
than of a man in real life. Certainly he showed neither contempt nor
lust nor cruelty. The flood of passion in Daphne’s soul was swept away
in momentary wonder, and she fell senseless to the ground.




                              CHAPTER IX.

                       THE WOMEN OF ROYAL RACE.


When Daphne recovered consciousness she was surrounded by her little
servants, all of whom manifested the most tender interest in her
welfare. She was still in the same apartment, but every vestige of
painting and sculpture had been removed, except the beautiful statue in
the middle.

Just as she opened her eyes Thoth himself was placing on the statue’s
head a wreath of laurel, and a number of the pigmies were encircling
the limbs and body with garlands of beautiful flowers.

Thoth had resumed his mask, but removed it as soon as he observed she
was aroused. His features were perfectly calm, and saying “All shall be
explained to thy liking,” he departed.

The little people drew Daphne in a low carriage back to the palace, and
she soon slept, wearied with her passion and wonder.

The next morning Thoth did not appear in person, but sent her a
picture, which was obviously intended to soothe her troubled mind.
It represented in the most accurate manner the room of the statue,
with the walls bare and the image garlanded, just as Daphne had left
it. But the chief interest in the picture lay in the fact that Thoth
himself was represented as gazing on the statue with the most profound
reverence, and as if supplicating for pardon.

For many days he did not appear, and Daphne found herself constantly
looking at the picture.

Thoth was certainly a skilled physician, and had administered the best
medicine to her mind. In time her repugnance completely wore away, and
she forgot a little the horror of her recent anxiety.

Later she reproached herself with injustice. She should have waited for
some explanation. And then, as the time went by, she began to wish to
see her protector again, and to wonder what he meant by saying to her,
“All shall be explained to thy liking.”

Still Thoth came not, nor sent any message, and at last Daphne sent to
him one of the pigmies with this request, “All is well. Come to me. I
would have the mystery explained.”

In a short time Thoth appeared, and inquired with tender deference if
she had recovered from her vexation and anxiety. He spoke as calmly as
if it were merely some bodily suffering she had endured, and in which
he had no part. But Daphne said to him, “Fulfil thy promise—tell me
why I was taken into that dreadful place, and with what intent those
horrible designs were made.”

He looked at her narrowly, as a physician at his patient, and said,
“I know not if thou canst bear it; and yet everything hangs upon this
mystery,—the object of our journey to Athens—the nature of our rule
in this city—ay, and the future of the whole human race.”

He spoke slowly and with the most distinct articulation, and the last
words were uttered with all the solemnity of a priest interpreting
the signs of a great national disaster. He seemed even to increase in
stature, and Daphne was overcome with his impressive dignity.

“Tell me everything, I implore thee,” she said.

“Come, then,” he replied; “but arm thine heart with triple brass, for
this time it is living women thou must see. Take care, however, to stay
thy reproaches till thou hast heard all. Know always that it is my
intention to pay honour to thee, and through thee to all women. But the
women thou must see first of all will perchance again alarm thee. Art
thou strong enough?”

Daphne shuddered, but she was determined to understand the affair, and
she replied, “Lead the way.”

                   *       *       *       *       *

Thoth conducted her to a part of the city to which they had never
before been, and they stopped at a narrow gate in a lofty wall. Thoth
unlocked the gate, and they entered a spacious garden, in the midst of
which was placed a huge building.

Scarcely had they passed through the gate when Daphne heard cries of
alarm, apparently from women, and saw some figures vanish through the
trees in a hurried, fearful manner. For the first time since she had
come to the city she noticed signs of distrust and fear. Here, at any
rate, Thoth’s rule seemed to rest not on love but on tyranny.

Such was Daphne’s first impression, for the women, if women they were,
were plainly terror-stricken.

They passed into the building, at the gate of which a huge giantess
of hideous aspect presented Thoth with a scroll, which seemed to be a
carefully kept record.

They entered a large hall, and again Daphne saw the same horrible
designs as before.

Thoth said to her, “These, too, shall be destroyed, but first we must
look to the living.”

At intervals along the hall Daphne observed curtains, and stopping
before one of them, Thoth drew it aside and revealed a small cell.

Crouching at the back, like a terrified animal, lay a woman, scantily
clad in a tattered garment made of coarse hair.

Her figure seemed robust and healthy, but was rendered hideous by
glaring streaks of paint and devices of unclean animals branded on the
skin. Still more horrible was her head. She was evidently young, but
she had no ears, no eyebrows, no hair. Her mouth had been distended,
and her teeth were sharpened to fine points. She grovelled on the
ground, as if awaiting torture, and Daphne’s heart stood still with
horror and indignation.

Suddenly Thoth addressed the creature in an unknown tongue, and after
repeating the same thing over and over again, apparently made the woman
understand and believe what he said, for suddenly she gave a sobbing
laugh and crouched to kiss his feet.

“I have told her,” said Thoth, “that she need labour no more at her
appointed tasks, and will never again be punished. But the thing which
pleased her most, and which she could not believe, was that without her
request she would never see any of the masked rulers.”

“What were her tasks?” Daphne asked.

“It would be difficult to explain,” said Thoth. “They were all most
irksome, most useless, most trifling, but they were exacted with
dreadful punishments. She had to count grains of sand, to unravel
tangled knots, to learn by rote strings of meaningless sounds, and to
discover all kinds of intricate puzzles.”

To confirm his words, Thoth destroyed the various instruments of
labour, scattered the sand, tore up the parchments, and stamped upon
the fragments of the broken toys. The woman seemed stupefied with
incredulous surprise, like a dazed child just recovered from a fit of
terror.

They passed on, and Thoth drew the curtain of another cell. Here again
the occupant was a woman, but she was exquisitely clothed, and both
face and form were extremely beautiful. She shuddered when the masks
entered, and hastily began to arrange in a harmonious manner various
shades of coloured stuffs. She looked anxiously, too, at the walls of
the cell, which were covered with pictures. To Daphne the pictures were
perfectly unintelligible, and yet they seemed excellent both in colour
and drawing. They were such pictures as might be painted by a great
artist whose reason had been destroyed by some calamity.

“Her task,” said Thoth, “is to live entirely for colour and form—in
all other respects she is less intelligent than a butterfly.”

Daphne looked into her eyes, and saw at once that she was quite
distraught.

Again Thoth repeated the same gibberish, and at last seemed to make the
woman understand in a blinking manner that her life would no longer
be made a burden. To Daphne, however, it seemed that the message of
release had come too late—like longed-for rain after the tree has
perished with drought.

Suddenly a thought flashed through her mind, and without asking Thoth’s
permission, she threw off her disguise and addressed the artist. At
once she uttered a low cry of pleasure, and ran to embrace Daphne.
Then she turned to Thoth and spoke to him in broken words. At Daphne’s
request Thoth acted as interpreter, and told her the woman wished
Daphne to remain as her companion. Daphne wept with pity, and Thoth led
her away, the artist in vain trying to repress a cry of despair.

Thus they visited room after room, and through all the variety of
occupations in which the miserable women were engaged, the same
features were conspicuous. Their labour was, without exception, either
most irksome, most useless, most trifling, or else degrading, and yet
it evidently required the highest degree of cunning and perseverance.

In appearance, many of the women had been made physically most
repulsive,—some maimed, some blind, some almost shapeless with
distortion; and those whose bodies had escaped, had been deformed to
a much worse extent in mind. Without exception they shuddered on the
entry of the masks, and showed their terror in the most undisguised
manner. Apparently Thoth tried to take away their fears, and to inform
them that for the future they would live happily; but they listened
with dull incredulity, and seemed quite hopeless.

In the whole of this vast building there was not a single creature who
could have kindled a spark of love in the heart of the most impassioned
of men.

Daphne was sickened by the spectacle, and oppressed with a heavy weight
of sadness. She tried to escape, but her companion told her it was
necessary for her to see more, and that he would show her the least
revolting of the women. Daphne shrank from imagining what worse horrors
the building might contain.

When they at last emerged the very sunlight seemed polluted, and the
fresh air laden with pestilence.

As they made their way to the gate, Thoth spoke to the hideous
giantess, and she showed the same surprise as her captives. To her
Thoth spoke in a tongue which Daphne understood, and told her that she
was to be replaced, and that until another guardian came, she was to
leave the women unmolested. The ogress ventured to remonstrate, but
at the first sentence Thoth sternly cried, “Darest thou question me?”
and touched her hand with the end of his golden staff, whereupon the
monster fell as one dead. As if to excuse himself, Thoth said—

“There is no further use for her: it is better thus.”

Then said Daphne, “Is she dead?”

“Yes,” he replied,—“dead beyond all aid; and to all her kind will I
do likewise.”

They passed through the gate, and as before, every one they saw treated
Thoth with the utmost respect and reverence. But Daphne was silent,
weary, and despondent.

The horrors she had witnessed seemed to pervade every nook and cranny
of the place. Helplessly she walked by the side of Thoth, and the
salutations of her little servants when she entered her dwelling seemed
to be as unreal and distant as if they came from the sky.

She felt for the first time her reason totter—she had not strength
sufficient to wish to flee from the place, or to rush upon her death.
At last she wept passionately, and sank into a troubled sleep.




                              CHAPTER X.

                  THE MYSTERY OF THE WOMEN RESOLVED.


For some days Daphne was utterly prostrated with the scenes which she
had been compelled to witness. The present was joyless, the future
hopeless. If she requested to be sent back to Greece, she knew not if
the whole land would not be desolate; and, worse than all, she again
distrusted Thoth, and doubted if he would keep his promise. She began
to fear that she was reserved for some dreadful fate.

Thoth neither came to see her nor sent any message, but, as before,
left the seeds of hope to spring up in quietness. And as the days
passed by, slowly and gradually the youth and health of Daphne began
to dissipate the gloomy memories, and wonder and love of life took the
place of heaviness of spirit and fear of death.

To her own surprise she again formed the wish to see Thoth, and at
times almost believed that he would in some wonderful manner convert
the scenes which she had witnessed into an unreal dream. But the belief
was momentary and evanescent, and she shuddered as she thought of the
plight of the miserable women and their deplorable state. Alive they
were certainly, and living a life worse than death. Hope rose again,
however, when she thought of the apparent kindness of Thoth, and then
she tried to imagine that he was to be the saviour of the women who had
been cruelly ill-treated by others. Surely, she thought, he himself
can never have been guilty of such crimes.

When her thoughts had become thus kindly disposed towards Thoth, he
suddenly appeared, almost as if he had been able to read what was
passing in her mind.

His face was as impassive and immobile as ever, and he made inquiries
concerning Daphne’s welfare as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

But she shuddered at his callousness, and indignantly cried, “Unless
thou canst and wilt explain to me the mystery of these women, never
look on me again.”

“That,” said he, “is my present purpose. Listen with care.”

Daphne signified her assent, and Thoth continued—

“In order to resolve this mystery, I must first make thee understand
how much this city is different from others in every respect—a fact,
indeed, thou canst not have failed to observe. Tell me, apart from
these women, what thinkest thou of our people?”

“They are truly a wonderful race, and surpass dreams in their knowledge
of arts and sciences.”

“And, apart from the women, what sayest thou of the government?”

“The people seem happy and contented, and they appear to live in the
utmost obedience to their rulers through mere love and respect—except
these women.”

“That,” replied Thoth, “is the plain truth. There is no city under
the sun in which the people are so happy, contented, and so easily
governed—except these women.

“And how,” he continued, “dost thou imagine this wonderful state of
affairs has arisen? But it is impossible to divine, and I will tell
thee.

“Many hundred years ago the father of the rulers of our people, a
man of a Grecian tribe, held a high office in Egypt. In knowledge he
surpassed all men, and in knowledge lay his authority. He devised
many just laws, and was honoured and revered both by the multitude
and by the king and his rulers. Had he not been thwarted, he would
have made the Egyptians the most powerful people of the world. But
he was betrayed and deluded: some time I may tell thee the full
history—suffice it to say that he was ruined and subjected to
dishonour through the love of a beautiful woman.

“Mark this—for it is the key-stone of our policy. He contrived to
seize the woman, and with a number of devoted followers he fled away
and founded this city. Of the pure Greek race were only my ancestor and
this woman, and about half a score of women and men. The rest were
aliens, but all devoted to him, and prepared to pay him most implicit
obedience, and his knowledge both of men and things was so great that
he could exact any obedience.

“He determined to found a new state entirely according to reason. The
government was to be entirely in the hands of the wisest man, and this
wisest man was to be first-born of this new royal race. For Thoth the
first, as he is called of us, forced the woman who deceived him to
become the mother of his children. And he believed, through the secrets
which he had wrested from nature, that, by the careful choice of a
mother, he could combine for the future the right by birth with the
right by power and wisdom.

“It is this careful choice according to types which has provided this
city with dwarfs and giants, and with workers of all kinds, with
aptitudes for peculiar forms of art or science. Thou hast seen for
thyself the results of the wisdom of the first Thoth. But as regards
the rulers, he was determined that he would, in the course of time,
utterly stamp out the love of woman, and replace it with loathing and
disgust. To this end he himself treated the woman who had changed his
love into hatred with the utmost cruelty and contempt. At the same
time, in order to render her offspring healthy and intelligent, he
compelled her to labour both with mind and body, and to live so as to
unfold her utmost powers. How meet she was to be the mother of a race
of kings thou canst judge thyself, if thou hast not yet forgotten the
statue which was her image. Her sons were taught from their infancy to
loathe their mother, and to regard their sisters as necessary evils.

“It would only be painful and useless were I to tell thee more in
detail; suffice it to say that in the building of the women thou hast
seen the natural result of this policy, acted upon for many hundred
years. Our women of the race of rulers are simply intended to be
mothers of particular kinds of men, and in the course of generations
the men of this race have succeeded in acquiring for women a natural
hatred and loathing.

“Now thou canst understand why it was my fellows—who were also of the
rulers, though inferior to me—treated thee and thy companions with
such contempt, and also thou canst to some extent explain the mystery
of the women whom I showed to thee. Thou seest only the will of the
first Thoth manifested through his descendants. Two principles he has
planted in all his people—perfect obedience to his vice-regent, for we
say that our king is not dead but asleep, and love of knowledge and of
toil. Thus in all and in us of the ruling race, our strongest passion
is hatred and contempt for women.”

As he ended his narration Daphne shuddered, for she thought she read
in his eyes signs of lust depraved by malignant cruelty, and that
he regarded her with all the loathing he had just described. Then
she reflected on her helpless condition and on the misery she had
witnessed, and swiftly determined to seek a refuge in death. Already
with this notion in her mind she had provided herself with a dagger,
and with a trembling hand she seized it. Then she raised her courage,
and looking Thoth steadfastly in the face, she cried—

“I at least will never be degraded, and thus I escape from thy snare.”

She raised the knife, and was about to plunge it into her heart when
Thoth seized her arm, and said—

“Stay thy hand,—thou hast heard but half the story. Dost thou not
wonder why, hating women as we do, and being most strict in keeping
our race pure, we have notwithstanding sought to bring strange women
from beyond the sea, and that we have paid them honour—I at least to
thee,—thou dost not doubt that?”

But Daphne replied with undisguised doubtfulness, “Perchance it is but
some horrible device to make the cruelty more exquisite.”

                   *       *       *       *       *

“Nay,” said he,—“listen. A generation back one of our vice-regents,
who was my predecessor in government and also my father, thought he
observed signs of decay in the race of rulers. He applied various
tests, and all gave the same result. There was a falling off both in
mental and bodily power. It seemed to him that in some manner the
training and the selection of the women had been faulty, and being
confident of the good results of the plan of Thoth the first, he
ascribed the fault to a want of rigour. Accordingly he redoubled the
labours and increased the tasks of the women, and, at the same time,
treated them with still greater cruelty, for his object was to bring
the mind of women absolutely under control. But desirous of confirming
his view by reasoning from the opposite, he brought over from Greece
a female child and caused her to be received with affection by the
common people, and at the proper age made her one of his own wives. But
the hatred of women was so strongly implanted in him that, though he
treated her with forced respect and kindness, he could not show her any
real love. Yet such is the nature of women, she loved him though she
lived in constant fear and wretchedness. So much did her lord despise
her, that he took no pains to conceal from her the secrets of our
government. He allowed her to discover that she was only the subject
of an experiment, and that if her child did not show at an early age
signs of superiority, he would be destroyed. The mother’s instinct was
alarmed, and, by the aid of her old nurse, she contrived to exchange
her son with another infant who had been destined to become vice-regent.

“Thus, in a manner contrary to our ancient laws, her son grew up to
become vice-regent. So long as he was merely a child, the mother
contrived to see him and to pour upon him her affection; but when at an
early age he was removed from her sight, she fell sick, and, as is our
custom, she was doomed to death.

“She perished, and later on I found out the fraudulent exchange,
and that I—for I was her son—had, as it were by accident, become
vice-regent. But I also discovered very speedily by tests that we apply
in these cases, that I was gifted with powers far above those of any of
the royal race of whom a record had been preserved. I proved also by
the application of new tests that the real decline in the royal race
had been greater than my father had imagined, for he had not allowed
sufficiently for the accumulation of knowledge.

“Perchance thou dost not understand the whole meaning of this history,
but it matters not, for thou canst not fail to comprehend the
conclusion.”

At this point in the narrative he paused as if in doubt, as a man who
believes he has solved a problem suddenly thinks of a possible error.

“It is strange,” he continued, speaking more to himself than to
Daphne, “that I, the vice-regent of the haters of women, should to a
woman disclose these secrets. Yet there can be no error.”

Again he paused, and then with firmness and dignity proceeded—

“Therefore have I determined, knowing that I am greater in mind than
any of my predecessors, to utterly reverse this policy, and to restore
women to a position of equality with man, and henceforth to deal with
the ruling as we have always dealt with the subject race. Yet, fearing
the effects of long subservience and degradation, I thought it best to
go back to the origin of our race, and to bring maidens from the best
State in Greece to form our new queens, as was the case with mine own
mother. In all other respects I have kept up our ancient rules; and, as
I shall explain to thee hereafter, I propose to carry out to the full
the scheme of the first Thoth for the conquest and government of the
whole world.”

                   *       *       *       *       *

Daphne had listened to his explanations with wonder, and a great weight
was lifted from her heart. Her eyes bespoke gratitude and admiration.
For a moment she desired to throw herself into his arms, to pour her
soul into his, and, so quick is thought, to love with all her being the
man whom but lately she had abhorred.

It was, however, for a moment only that joyous thoughts thus filled her
mind; for, as she looked in his face, she saw no signs of responsive
affection. As before, Thoth appeared perfectly impassive, and if he
showed any feeling, it was simply the satisfaction of a philosopher
who has explained in an intelligible manner a difficult problem. He
had, indeed, spoken of the change in the treatment of the women of
the royal race in precisely the same way as he might have spoken of a
new method of building the royal palaces. Again the spirit of Daphne
was bowed down, and her hopes vanished. Thoth, it seemed to her, if no
longer a monster, was yet not a man.

She sank down silently on her couch, and waited for further
explanations as listlessly as a man struck by a heavy blow waits for a
return of his senses.

But not long did she remain thus calm and spiritless, for Thoth had by
no means as yet exhausted his powers of agitation.




                              CHAPTER XI.

                       THOTH FORSWEARS HIS OATH.


“Before, however, we conquer the earth,” continued Thoth, in the same
unimpassioned yet dignified manner, “it is necessary to establish
the new order which I have set forth in our own city. It is needless
to say that this will be a matter of some difficulty. Thou hast seen
for thyself how repugnant are women to our ruling class, and that it
is their nature now to treat them with cruelty and contempt. Still,
with us the task is not hopeless, and, indeed, is quite possible. For,
in the first place, obedience to the vice-regent is by far the most
powerful motive of conduct, and also, in every respect our higher ranks
are slaves, not of any passion, but of pure reason. Therefore I could
say to my fellows of royal blood—such and such are the reasons, and
such is my will; and the obedience must follow as surely as day follows
the rising sun.”

As he spoke thus, a will of adamant shone through his eyes; but a
moment afterwards the troubled look of one who thinks he discovers an
error in his proof appeared in his face, and he paused for some time in
deep thought.

“But,” he continued, “it is no light matter to upset altogether the
growth of many hundred years, and to depart from the will of my great
ancestor, who in all else showed the perfection of wisdom. The ways of
error are as many as the paths of the sea, and I must take heed lest I
go astray. Therefore I have determined on two things as preliminary.
The first is no concern of thine, and I need waste but few words upon
it. Suffice it to say that I will take steps to see that this change is
approved by the first Thoth and all the vice-regents, as well as by the
present race.”

Daphne looked at him with horror and amazement.

“Surely,” she said, “thou canst not go down to the grave and consult
with the dead?”

“That,” he replied, “is, as I said, no concern of thine. But nothing
must be done to shake the bonds of obedience, and nothing left undone
to avoid the possibility of error. The fortune of the whole world and
of the future generations of men depends upon this act.”

Daphne looked at him steadfastly, half suspecting madness, but his
dark eyes gleamed with intelligence and firmness of purpose.

“Therefore,” he said, as if speaking to himself, “I will be advised
by the first king and all the vice-regents. In this manner obedience
and the rule of reason will even be strengthened. This is the first
precaution.

“The second safeguard,” he said, looking on Daphne as an archer looks
at an arrow intended for a fateful purpose, “is of more interest to
thee.

“At first I had intended at the same time to compel all the men of the
royal race to take for themselves honoured consorts of pure Grecian
blood, but chance or nature willed otherwise, and thy companions have
all perished—chance or nature,” he repeated, “not treachery—not
disobedience,”—and again for a moment he seemed to doubt.

“Thy companions have perished, and perchance it is better so for my
purpose. For, after much consideration, I have decided that the best
plan is to make at first a single experiment. Accordingly I will
explain to our chiefs my reasons and intentions, and will offer them an
example in my own person.

“I will show them that it is possible to honour women without the
madness of love, and that the children born of equals are superior.
Everything shall be done with full deliberation, and an imposing
ceremony shall be invented to show that I am not driven by the passion
which our great ancestor dreaded.”

He spoke rapidly, and Daphne listened to him without grasping his
meaning at the moment. His words had entered her ears, but had not
penetrated her heart.

But in an instant every word became a flaming dart and pierced her to
the quick, when he said—

“Therefore, in two months from this day, with all imaginable pomp, I
will make thee my queen.”

                   *       *       *       *       *

Daphne sprang up in the greatest excitement, and quivering with rage
and indignation.

“Thou stony image,” she cried, “know that I have not yet learned—no,
nor ever will learn—to obey thee, unnatural one, inhuman! I would
rather wed the lowest slave in Athens than thee. Has thy hideous
descent left in thee no trace of manly feeling, and no knowledge of
the heart of a woman? I would rather see the whole world desolate than
mingle my blood with thine!”

Thoth listened to her with undisguised astonishment, and replied to
her quite calmly—

“But what more couldst thou desire? Thou shalt be treated by every one,
from myself downwards, with the most obsequious honour. Thou shalt be
queen of the world, and the founder of the greatest race the earth has
ever borne. Surely thou hast misunderstood my meaning. Say in what I
have failed.”

Daphne was somewhat soothed by the calmness of the reply, but her pride
was still wounded. She resented the coldness of Thoth’s reasoning, and
she replied with passion—

“What more would I have? I would have one thing only, the first and the
last—love—human love.”

“And what,” said Thoth, with an appearance of intellectual interest,
“is love? What more than I have promised?”

The innocence of the answer of this wisest of men disarmed Daphne.

“Thy honour and respect could no more kindle a spark of love than all
the power of the ocean could kindle a little fire. Read again, if thou
hast the record, the story of thy ancestor, and know that I must be
loved as blindly as he loved the woman who, thou sayest, afterwards
betrayed him.”

She glided up to Thoth and took his hand. It was cool and steady. She
looked up in his face, but his features were unmoved and his eyes
passionless.

“Shall I tell thee,” she whispered, “how thou canst tell if thou really
lovest with all thy heart? I have never loved, and yet I know.”

By the strange contrariety of her nature, she suddenly longed to make
this man, whom she had just addressed with scorn, her ardent lover.
For the moment she forgot herself and her situation. Pride and dignity
left her, and she only desired, with all her force, to subdue this man.
She spoke to him as if she loved him, fearless of reproach, unmindful
of opinion.

“Love me,” she said, “and one look shall make me tremble—one caress
stop my pulses. My heart shall be lost in thine, like a drop of water
in a burning desert. Nothing but death shall separate us. Wilt thou
not leave the weary pursuit of knowledge, to read without effort
the open book of my soul? Look through mine eyes—is not the prize
worth grasping? Am I not beautiful, and throbbing with the fulness of
youthful life? See, my hand trembles in thine, and for one look of love
I would kiss thy lips.”

She spoke as if in a dream; but suddenly the hardness of Thoth, like
the blow of cold steel, dispelled the fascination. She shrank back,
her cheeks burned with shame, and she hid her face with her hands.

Then Thoth spoke to her words which tore her heart in pieces, and made
her helpless with dismay.

“I regret,” he said, “that thou hast utterly failed to grasp my purpose
and to understand my position. Dost thou think that I will surrender
my soul to the madness of love? Shall I keep at my side a passionate
creature who will seek to betray and thwart me, and destroy by her
animal nature the toil of generations? It is easy for me to imitate my
father, and to bring a child from Greece to train according to my will.

“Surely I will do this; and as for thee, thou shalt find a chamber in
our women’s palace, and thou and thy children shall be the slaves of my
will. Henceforth my oath is no more binding than if I had sworn it to a
dog or a slave.”

With these words he departed.




                             CHAPTER XII.

                           A WEARY INTERVAL.


After Thoth had left her, Daphne fell into the most gloomy train of
reflection that hitherto had oppressed her since she arrived in this
strange city. Before, in her despair some gleams of hope had always
appeared, but now there was nothing but black darkness. She had begun
to trust Thoth implicitly; after the many trials of his good faith,
her trust had grown into perfect confidence, and now it was shattered
for ever. She had seen in the man’s eyes a most terrible manifestation
of passion, and she had no doubt that she would be treated even more
dreadfully than the women she had seen in the abode of horror and lust.
Worse than all, she despised herself for the way in which she had in
reality led up to such a climax.

Regretful thoughts succeeded one another rapidly. Thoth was evidently
a great ruler, who had been accustomed to the most slavish obedience.
He was, or had been, desirous of effecting a revolution in the
treatment of women, and he had for months treated her with deference
and tenderness. Had she rejected his proposal as calmly as it was made,
had she not attempted to get fire from snow, at any rate he would
have kept to his word and restored her to Greece. She ought to have
understood how the nature of the man must have been distorted by his
descent through generations of women-haters, and to have wondered at
the advances which he had made instead of expecting the impossible.

Never, she thought, could she have become his wife, but she might have
been his devoted friend. She would have encouraged him in his projects
of reform,—she could have liberated her fellow-women.

Now all was over. She felt covered with shame as she thought how she
must have appeared to Thoth,—worse than a sensuous Persian—a mere
animal. How he must have despised her when she actually suggested that
he should surrender himself to her, as the first of his name to the
woman who deceived him.

She despised herself, and for the moment her spirit was crushed. She
longed for some sympathy.

She called on her little servants—there was no answer. She went to the
door—it was fastened. She was confined in solitude. She wept bitterly.

                   *       *       *       *       *

But after a time her courage and resolution revived, and she thought of
the only means of escape now open—death by her own hand.

The sun was high in the heaven, and the garden of the palace was still
open to her. She determined to drink again of the freshness of life
before she died.

She walked along the beautiful paths, and watched with pleasure the
birds and insects. Earth and air seemed full of life, and death seemed
terrible. She recalled the wretched fate of the heroines of her native
tragic poets. Before she had often wondered why they had not put a term
to their sufferings by a moment’s pain. She knew now.

It seemed to her a thing impossible in nature—deliberately to take
one’s life, even to avoid misery. She repented that she had not already
done the deed when passion had given her courage. The point of the
dagger seemed very cold and hard,—life seemed very sweet, and in the
glaring sun the gloom of death seemed most black and dismal. At least,
if permitted, she must wait till night.

Then she thought on what might have been her fate—on love unknown and
hopes shattered.

Again her courage and resolution vanished, and she trembled. She longed
with every fibre of her being for some creature to speak with. She
almost began to talk to the birds and lizards.

Suddenly her heart stood still with joy—she heard through the trees
the twittering song of one of the pigmies, and she rushed in pursuit.

She soon reached the little being—a tiny girl, playing among flowers.
Daphne raised her in her arms and kissed her passionately with tears
and laughter, showering upon her loving words and caresses. The little
maiden responded with unmixed pleasure, and said to her—

“Why does Daphne weep? What is her trouble? I will run and send a
message to our lord. Thoth is very wise and good,—he can put an end to
any trouble.”

“Alas!” said Daphne, “it is Thoth who is the cause of my distress.”

“Ah!” said the pigmy, laughing, “that is what we sometimes think; but
it is never right—our lord is very wise and good.”

“But,” said Daphne, “your troubles, little one, must be as small as
your bodies, and this is a very different case.”

“Nay,” rejoined the girl, still laughing; “we, too, think our troubles
very great and very new. But Thoth makes everything right. Now I will
tell you what happened to me to-day. I was sailing in a little boat in
the fountain, and I got to the centre and landed, and my boat drifted
away, and I cannot swim. I cried until I slept, and when I awoke I
found my boat at my feet, and I am sure that Thoth had put it there.”

The charming simplicity and the guileless confidence of the little
maiden renewed hope in Daphne’s breast, and she kissed her and said—

“Wilt thou try to take a message to Thoth from me? But, alas! for my
punishment the doors are fastened.”

“They will release me,” said the pigmy, “when they hear my voice. I
have done no harm all to-day. I believe Thoth must have left me in the
garden to be thy messenger.”

“But,” said Daphne, “thou wast asleep on the island.”

“So much the easier to leave me,” laughed the pigmy. “But tell me the
message, and I will run.”

Daphne put down the child, and sat down herself, burying her head in
her hand, and tried to think of a message which might move Thoth. Shame
and pride, not unmixed with dread, made the task difficult, and the
pigmy began to grow restless.

“Shall I ask Thoth to come?—once before I took such a message for
thee.”

At last, urged by her affectionate counsellor, Daphne wrote on a tablet
these words: “Daphne still believes in the promise which Thoth made on
leaving Athens, and prays in all humility that she may be restored to
some Grecian city. She is not equal to the high position in which Thoth
would have placed her. She is only a woman with the common feelings of
nature, and no superior being. But oaths are binding even on the gods.”

She sent the pigmy before her to the palace, for she was too anxious to
accompany her.

After a long interval, however, she followed, and found the apartment
empty. The pigmy had been liberated, and a repast had been set in the
usual place. Hope again arose in Daphne’s breast, though she still
feared, from the absence of her little servants, that all was not
well. She was too sick at heart to eat or drink, and waited in anxious
expectation. At last night fell, but there was no answer of any kind.
She lay down on the couch and tried to sleep.

After some hours of the deepest silence, she thought she heard a
footfall near the head of the couch.

She started up, and beheld Thoth two or three paces distant.




                             CHAPTER XIII.

                            TRANSFORMATION.


Daphne’s first thought was, that the hour of her destruction had come
at last. She clung to her dagger, and in the presence of actual danger
her courage was restored to the full.

Her face was pale, but her eyes flashed.

She looked at Thoth, expecting him to utter her doom, but he stood
silently with his eyes fixed on the ground, apparently in deep thought.

How long they remained thus she could never tell,—whether moments or
hours. Time was effaced, and she and this man were all that was left
in the universe.

At last Daphne broke the silence.

“What is my fate? Wilt thou keep to thy first promise or thy last
threat?”

Then Thoth raised his eyes and filled her heart with wonder. A thrill
of fearful pleasure passed through her frame as she thought she saw in
his regard no trace of hatred or cruelty, but the overpowering love of
a strong nature.

She was not left long in suspense, for Thoth said to her, with a
trembling voice—

“Daphne, I love thee as never yet man loved woman. Against my will,
against my belief, in a moment, love has seized me—love as strong and
irrevocable as death that, too, comes in a moment.”

Then he advanced towards her, and seizing her hand, kissed it
passionately. He tried to embrace her, but she drew back, afraid. The
change in the man was too sudden and unexpected. She knew not what to
think. Delight was mingled with distrust, and she knew not which would
gain the victory. His kisses inflamed her heart, but the horror of the
past was too recent to be altogether forgotten.

She longed to be alone, and yet, at the same time, she wished to ask
Thoth a multitude of questions. She wished to know his whole nature,
and as yet she was afraid to give him her finger-tip. Overpowered by
the conflict of emotions, she sank down on the couch, and listened to
Thoth as if in a dream.

Thoth respected her diffidence, and for a time reason again seemed to
take command of his nature, and he spoke calmly even of his new-born
passion. The words of love which she had spoken to him, and which, at
first, had made no impression, had, he related, as soon as he left her,
begun to recur to him as if she were still present.

He was quite frank. He told her that he had ordered her imprisonment,
and had even tried to think of the details of her punishment; but
in spite of his strongest efforts, whenever he thought of her he
recalled her passionate appeal of love. At first he was astonished and
bewildered—the whole affair seemed to him incredible and ridiculous.
But the memory of her grasp made his hand burn, and her beautiful face
chased away every thought. Then came her message, and he felt drawn by
an irresistible force to see her. It seemed to him as if hitherto he
had lived in a dream, and had only just awaked to the reality of life.

Again and again he described to her the revolution in his nature,—by
endless comparisons sought to show her how sudden and complete it had
been. His love was the sun banishing night, and hiding the stars from
the cold contemplation of the astronomer. It was the sudden rebound of
a tall young palm which had been bent to the earth with thongs. It was
a storm of burning sand, effacing alike the road before and behind. It
was the cleaving by an earthquake of the solid ground, swallowing up
in a moment man’s handiwork for ages. It was the tree which blossomed
once in a thousand years, the first flight of a bird released from
captivity, the first living prey of the young lion.

Then after he had exhausted language and imagination in portraying
the degree and violence of his passion, the natural bent of his mind
made him seek for an explanation which would make the unreasonable
reasonable, and the ludicrous full of dignity and pathos. He proved to
Daphne that life is not truly in the individual but in the race: his
race was a giant whose nature had been distorted for a long period,
and then suddenly had asserted its strength. The loveless lives of
his predecessors had, by a necessary reaction, made him capable of
an infinite depth of passion. Love, instead of being stamped out and
crushed, as the first Thoth had supposed, had only been stored up from
generation to generation. It was a transcendent passion, which did not
obey the ordinary laws of life and descent. It was part of the very
nature of life, and could only be destroyed by death. Besides this, his
mother was by birth a child of the instincts and passions common to the
races of mankind.

The search for reasons brought back Thoth, as far as was possible, to
his former calmness of demeanour, and he began to talk of the future.
He assumed all the time that the declaration of his passion was all
that Daphne had required of him, and she had been too much overcome by
surprise to interrupt the torrent of his eloquence.

When, however, he spoke in a definite manner of their union in a short
time, she was driven to take up an attitude of defence. Much as Thoth
had advanced in her esteem, she could not at once respond to his
passion, and she was troubled by painful reminiscences. She said to
him—

“Tell me one thing in all sincerity. Wilt thou still, if I wish it,
send me back to Greece?”

His face became gloomy, but he answered at once—

“I swear it.”

“Even if I do not love thee?”

“Even so.”

“And if I wish it, thou wilt never trouble me again?”

“Never.”

“And thou wilt tell me everything, and explain every mystery in this
place?”

“Everything; but, Daphne, judge not hastily and harshly. For I will
change every law and custom that is to thee displeasing. With thy
love,” he continued, in a vein of enthusiasm, “I shall be greater in
every way than my great ancestor. He has impressed his will on this
race for hundreds of years, and I will impress mine for thousands, and
thy will shall be mine. Thou shalt be queen of the whole world, and the
lives of the races of men shall be fashioned by thee. No goddess was
ever fated to have such might as my love shall give thee for a dower.”

                   *       *       *       *       *

Thoth seemed completely transformed, and his whole being was tremulous
with passion. Daphne felt her power of resistance failing, as the
strength of a mortal fails before the desire of some deity. Thoth
became to her the perfect embodiment of manhood and of love.

She rose from her seat, and drew nearer to him.

She looked through his eyes, and the depth of his devotion seemed
unfathomable. She could doubt no longer.

She raised her face to his, and he covered it with kisses.

Then he whispered to her, “Tell me what more I must do or promise.
Must love such as ours await some ceremonial for its fulfilment? This
is to me the beginning of life. Choose thou for us what form the
marriage-rites shall take, for I, alas! know nothing.”

At once the spell was broken, for Daphne remembered the horrible unions
which the haters of women had hitherto made. She shrank from Thoth, and
cried—

“Leave me! leave me! How can I forget that the women of thy race have
been wooed with torture, and that thou thyself in all likelihood hast
gone through rites of ingenious cruelty. I cannot believe in a future
that rests on such a past.”

But Thoth rejoined with passionate eagerness, and with every sign of
truth, “Believe me, Daphne, I myself ordained none of these things.”

“But,” she said, “thou hast permitted these terrible customs to live,
and thy fellow-rulers have been guilty.”

“Canst thou not,” he replied, “separate the past from the future? I,
at least, have not offended, in this manner.”

But Daphne made no response, and Thoth continued—

“Every one who has thus done shall be punished in any way thou mayest
choose—if thou wilt, with death.”

“Nay,” she said, “I will be guilty of no man’s death.”

“Then,” said Thoth, “I will change their natures, as mine has been
changed. Wilt thou be mine if, in a full assembly of our ruling race,
thou art chosen as the honoured queen of the new era?”

Daphne remained silent, and Thoth said abruptly—

“I must give thee time for reflection. I know that I shall never
change. In seven days I will come for thy answer.”

He saluted her with reverence, and departed.




                             CHAPTER XIV.

                         GREEK AND BARBARIAN.


Hour followed hour with unendurable slowness, until the appointed
day arrived for Daphne to declare her decision. With sunrise Thoth
requested permission for the interview; but Daphne replied that she
would meet him at noon in the garden.

In the absence of other counsellors, she had determined to take advice
from the full blaze of the sun, and to listen to the voice of nature in
the whispering trees and the peaceful murmuring of the waters.

At length Thoth appeared at the time and place agreed upon. A glance at
his face showed that his love had grown with the lapse of time, and
Daphne felt a thrill of delight.

He saw the look of pleasure in her face, and with a cry rushed to
embrace her; but by a gesture she stopped his advance, and said to him
with forced calmness—

“Thou still lovest me as much as before?”

“Thou canst not doubt it,” he replied; and she read the truth in the
trembling of his voice and the passion of his face.

“Wilt thou consent to my conditions—the firm resolve of my vigils?”

“I consent before I hear them,” he rejoined. “Do with me as thou wilt.”

“They are hard,” she said; “but after what I have witnessed I cannot
take less. First of all, every mystery of thy race and of thy power
must be disclosed.”

“I consent,” he said.

“All thy people, including the ruling race, must accept me as their
queen.”

“I will compel them,” he murmured.

“When I am thoroughly satisfied on these points, thou must return with
me to Greece.”

“I will go with thee to the ends of the earth,” he murmured.

“And if,” she said, “when I return to my country, this city of thine
shall appear, as is possible, too dreadful a place in which to dwell, I
shall be free to remain?”

“Thou wilt never wish to do so,” he said, with resolution.

“And if, when I hear again the familiar voices of my native land, and
see the joyous faces of the people, thou shalt seem to me an alien, and
unlovable, thou wilt leave me for ever?”

“But this cannot be,” he rejoined.

“I know not,” she said; “but if it should so chance, then thou wilt
consent?”

“I consent even to this,” he said; “but it can never be.”

Tears stood in his eyes; and Daphne said quickly—

“But if, as my heart tells me is more probable, I yield to thy love,
and thy will becomes my will, then thou wilt, first of all, wed me
according to the custom of the Greeks?”

“That will I do most joyfully,” he said. “I will prepare to return with
thee as speedily as possible.” And again he wished to embrace her.

“Nay,” she said. “Thou shalt not touch my finger again until we return
to Greece; and first of all, there is much that I must learn of thee
and thy people.”

“Ask, and I will answer,” he said.

“But,” she replied, “I know not what to ask. Teach me from the
beginning. Thy city is planted in the midst of an impenetrable desert,
and thy people seem few in number, and yet thou sayest thou wilt make
me queen of the world. How can this be?”

“Power,” he replied, “does not lie in numbers. We have weapons unknown
to the rest of the world. The secret of our strength I will explain.”

“Then,” she continued, “I would fain know by what spell all thy
fellows are kept in such perfect obedience. And strange words of thine
run in mine ears,—of death and sleep, of a king above thee in power,
and of vice-regents whom thou canst consult. Even in this glaring sun
the air seems laden with foreboding. If thou wouldst gain my love and
confidence, clear away all these mysteries; for they seem to me in many
respects contrary to nature, and certain in the end to bring down the
wrath of the immortal gods.”




                              CHAPTER XV.

                     THE DOOM OF THE FIRST THOTH.


“The immortal gods,” said Thoth, “are but the vague memories of great
men, distorted in passing from generation to generation.”

Daphne shuddered. “Dost thou not fear to speak thus?”

“I fear not,” he said, “to speak the truth. But listen and judge
for thyself if the first Thoth, who was born more than two thousand
years ago, is not greater and more to be feared than any god recorded
in Grecian fables. Thou seest yonder the roof of a large building
into which thou hast not yet entered. In that structure sleeps the
first Thoth, surrounded by many generations of his direct descendants.
Consider this well, for what I say I mean in all its fulness. This
king and his vice-regents are not dead, but sleeping. Thou hast heard
of the custom of the Egyptians of embalming their dead. That is but a
foolish ceremony, the reason of which has long been lost,—it is the
husk of the kernel of Thoth’s reason. He discovered a perfect method
of suspending life for an indefinite period, and in the prime of his
life his son and vice-regent, in accordance therewith, laid him down
to sleep. He and his brethren also, at the appointed age, were clothed
with the appearance of death, and a new vice-regent appointed. For one
day in every generation our great father is roused from his sleep, to
invest his vice-regent with authority. I myself was so invested; I
myself have spoken face to face with this most ancient one. Never on
this earth was any solemnity practised by man so calculated to ensure
reverence and obedience. From the middle of the throng of deathlike
sleepers this man rises up, and in a short time feels again the full
tide of life in his veins. He listens to the progress made in the
achievement of his plans, and the growth of the power of his race. He
commands his latest descendants to obey the new vice-regent, and having
for one day put in force his reason and will, he again surrenders
himself to sleep.”

Daphne was awe-struck by this narrative, but with an effort she said,
“And do not the other sleepers also awake?”

“They,” replied Thoth, “are destined to wake only when the task of our
race is on the eve of completion, to take part in our final triumph,
and that is no less than the conquest of the whole earth.”

“Tell me,” she said, fascinated by a weird foreboding of horror, “how
this can be?”

“The task imposed upon us by the supreme will,” he replied, “has been
twofold. In the first place, we have had to make perfect mechanical
contrivances, by which we can journey with incredible speed through the
air. That this has been accomplished thou thyself hast been a witness;
and for each of the sleepers a car has been prepared which surpasses in
speed the flight of birds and the rush of the storm.”

Daphne recalled in all its sublimity her own aërial journey, and she
could not doubt the truth of Thoth’s words.

Then he continued—“But a harder task was ours, and that also has
been at length completed. We have now at our disposal the means of
destroying every living being on the face of the earth. The day is near
at hand when these sleepers are to become the messengers of death. The
earth shall be made desolate, and in time repeopled from this city.
In a few hundred years all the world shall be inhabited by many races
and classes of men, all perfect in their kind, and all governed by the
highest reason.”

Then Daphne cried out in horror—“Do ye intend to destroy all people
living except those in this place?”

“That,” said he, “was the design of the first Thoth, and had the means
been ready fifty years ago, such would have been the case undoubtedly.
But, as I have explained to thee, I have formed the opinion that in his
endeavour to exterminate love in the ruling class, the first Thoth made
an error. Accordingly, we must save some of the best women of thy race,
and if thou wilt thou shalt have the selection. Now thou canst judge of
the truth of my promises, and I will make one promise more. Know that I
have penetrated deeper than my ancestor into the mysteries of life and
death, and thou and I can live in all the fulness of life for hundreds
of years. Thus thou shalt be as a goddess ruling over the earth. Tell
me, Daphne, if the prospect does not surpass thy dreams?”

He spoke with all the enthusiasm of a man who is on the eve of
accomplishing a most honourable deed.

But Daphne answered him, glowing with indignation and anger—

“Thy projects seem to me abominable, and unutterably loathsome.”

“How so?” he asked, with unfeigned wonder.

“Thou speakest as if all mankind were noxious serpents and raging
beasts. To me, a Grecian maiden, thou talkest calmly of destroying the
whole Grecian race. Thou wouldst found a universal tyranny on universal
slaughter, and so degraded is thy nature that thou dost not see
anything horrible in such monstrous crime. I despise myself for ever
having listened to thy love. Kill me, torture me, abuse me, I am in thy
power, but never will I share in thy unholy schemes.”

Then Thoth said to her—“Take heed; even my passion will not bear such
a strain.”

“I would thy passion were turned to hatred,” she cried, “for thou canst
not hate me as I hate thee!”

For a time it seemed as if anger and scorn would altogether destroy
his love; but Daphne quailed not, and in her wrath became even more
beautiful and majestic.

The struggle in Thoth’s mind did not endure long.

“True it is,” he said, “that I cannot hate thee; my love is
overpowering. But I cannot shatter to its foundations the edifice which
my ancestors have raised. Rather would I make the whole world lifeless.
I will give thee a day to reflect.”




                             CHAPTER XVI.

                         THE REVOLT OF NATURE.


At Daphne’s request Thoth departed, but as he left her he said with
great emphasis—

“Remember that I have spoken the truth, and if thou wilt thou mayest
become queen of the earth!”

His words excited her heart to a burning activity, and thought after
thought rushed swiftly through her mind. At first she tried to persuade
herself that he must have told her incredible fictions, but the more
she thought the less she doubted. She had seen enough of Thoth’s power
to believe to the full in the truth of his narrative. She had seen
him with a touch of his staff strike dead the ogress, and she had had
abundant proofs of the absolute obedience of his people.

For a time, however, she wondered how a few hundred men could possibly
destroy all the nations of the earth. She thought of Thoth and his
dread compatriots flying through the air, and discharging missiles on
the helpless people beneath; but even with this advantage it seemed to
her that numbers must prevail.

She said to herself, “Even Apollo’s arm would grow weary of such
endless archery;” and then, suddenly, she remembered how the arrows of
Apollo had smitten the Greeks before Troy.

Plague and pestilence had been the shafts hurled from his bow. She
recalled Thoth’s allusion to Apollo, and a dreadful presentiment told
her that it was in this manner that the nations of the earth were to be
destroyed. In the same moment all the circumstances of Thoth’s first
appearance in Athens flashed through her mind: she remembered the grim
indifference of the false merchants to the plague, and it was but a
step to accuse them of bringing with them to Greece this unheard-of
destruction. She knew it had been ascribed to poisoned wells, that the
like had never been seen before, and she became convinced that Thoth
was the originator of this fearful crime.

Then she wept as she thought that perhaps already the whole of the
races of Greece had perished. This now became the most urgent object of
her inquiry, and she tried to bring back every word, every tone, every
gesture of Thoth when he had spoken of returning to Greece.

With all the appearance of truth he had promised to restore her, but at
the same time he had said she would not wish to remain: he had spoken
of allowing her to choose other Grecian maidens to share her fate; but
why had he not sent before another expedition after the first had been
destroyed?

Certainly the man appeared to have an overpowering passion for her,
and under its influence he had seemed to speak the truth; but then
she feared he might have coloured his narrative to please her in what
seemed to him the best manner.

Was it likely that a being so inhuman in other respects should hesitate
at breaking his word, as indeed before he had threatened to do? From
the past and present she looked to the future, and she saw at once
that there was no time to lose, and that she must decide on a plan of
action. But what could one ignorant woman do against the mysterious
intelligence arrayed against her? Plan after plan arose, only to be
rejected, and she soon became aware that her only hope of defeating
these enemies of mankind lay in Thoth’s love.

Even here, however, there seemed to be an insuperable difficulty,
for she knew now that nothing could ever induce her to return his
passion, and she feared that a simulated affection would only hasten
her destruction. How could she hope to play on a being gifted with such
knowledge and strength of purpose? She dreaded also in her secret heart
that by some magical fascination her mind would give way, and that she
might be led, in the weakness of a moment, to sacrifice herself to him.
She felt still how near she had been to a complete surrender of her
whole will to his.

Would she have the strength to resist?

Before Thoth returned, she had worked out her scheme.




                             CHAPTER XVII.

                            GRECIAN GUILE.


On Thoth’s appearance Daphne advanced to meet him with all the
appearance of friendliness, although filled with suppressed emotion.

“Thou art,” she said, “the most skilled of all physicians, and thou
knowest well that time is the best drug for the uneasy mind. Forgive
my weakness. The Greeks of all people are the greatest lovers of their
native cities, and I, a Grecian maiden, cannot see why they should be
destroyed. But I will listen to reason. Why, if I love thee, should we
not live here, and happily rule this city, regardless of the rest of
the world? Why not leave thy dread ancestors to their sleep?”

She spoke to him with a soft enticing voice, and looked up to him as to
a superior.

“Daphne,” replied Thoth, “I have already yielded to thee the utmost
that my nature will permit. It is useless to ask more. For two thousand
years my race have toiled incessantly to create a new world. They await
their reward. If I raise them from their sleep, they will never consent
to forego their plans. If I raise them not—but I tell thee that is
impossible. Rise they must, now all is ready, as surely as rises the
sun.”

Love yielded in his eyes to fixed determination, and Daphne’s heart
sank within her.

“The task I have already agreed to,” he continued, “is wellnigh
hopeless. They will never admit women to an honourable place, unless
they are assured beyond doubt that the choice lies between love and
death. I must prove that my love for thee, in spite of generations of
hatred towards women by my fathers, is stronger than ever love was,
and also that their attempts to crush it have crushed at the same time
life and reason. I will strain every fibre to have thee recognised as
queen—but queen thou must be, first of all, of one city alone in a
desolate world. And, mark my words, if ever this is to be accomplished,
thou must aid me with courage and with a love equal to mine own. I must
set thee before these men—face to face—and thou must say and do as I
bid thee. If we fail, there is no alternative but instant death.”

Daphne, still clinging to hope, replied—“I know little of thy race,
and my wisdom is dense ignorance compared to thy wisdom. But, tell
me, canst thou not begin with the living—with them who have not yet
entered on their long sleep? Why should not thy fellow-rulers, as at
first was thy intention, seek for equal companions? There are many
maidens in Greece less difficult to please than I. Persuade or compel
thy followers to do as thou hast done, and then thou canst show thine
ancestors how well the plan has succeeded—after thirty years—or
twenty.”

“I cannot,” he replied, “make such a change of policy without the
consent of my great ancestor and his successors.”

“Then,” she said, “even thy union with me must rest on their consent,
and yet thou didst speak as if thou wouldst compel them to submit.”

“But I said, by force of reason and will. Know, once for all, that
unless they approve of my conduct, I will not proceed.”

“And what is to be my fate, supposing they do not consent? Thou wouldst
not leave me to perish?”

“I will do my utmost to save thee, and I will perish with thee if I
fail. But fear not—all shall be well.”

Daphne reflected, and every way of escape from the power of the
sleeping tyrants seemed closed. She had hoped at least to gain delay,
and had even tried to believe that Thoth might, through his love for
her, disregard altogether the past.

The future seemed more hopeless than ever, and she began to feel the
courage of despair. If, she thought, this man were slain suddenly,
would not the whole power of the tyrants be shattered!

She said to him, “But if thou wert to perish with me, how would it
fare with the sleepers?”

“We have never,” he said, “imagined that we could avoid all the
accidents of nature. If I were to fail, there are others to take my
place. In my absence in Greece another was appointed vice-regent, and
for every conceivable emergency provision has been made. It is useless
to discuss the matter further, or to delay longer. This very day thou
must be prepared to face the assembly.”

“And if we fail, whither shall we flee?” said Daphne.

“Nowhither,” he replied.

“And, after all thy promises, wilt thou leave me to the mercy of these
haters of women? If thy love for me is real, and if thou art prepared
to die with me, at least redeem thy promise and take me back to Greece,
and there we can await our doom. Thou dost not think,” she said,
anxiously, “that the plague has destroyed all the Greeks?”

“No,” he replied; “I have no doubt that by this time it is spent, and
that many survive.”

“Then,” she said, “if we fail, flee with me. In any case thou wilt be
an outcast from thy tribe. And I am very young, and life is very sweet.
I would fain see my country and fellows again. And in some remote
corner of the earth we might escape with a few companions from the
general doom, by thy wisdom.”

She looked at Thoth in a beseeching manner, and his heart became hot
with love. He seemed lost in thought for a long time, and then said—

“If we fail, I shall be, as thou sayest, an outcast; and the little
delay that thou prayest for may be granted.

“Listen to my plan.

“I have discovered recently a most curious and powerful substance. I
can, by breaking a small vessel, fill the council-chamber with a vapour
which shall at once send into a heavy sleep all present, unless they
are prepared by an antidote. The drug is the most powerful of all our
agents of destruction yet discovered. In a few hours the sleep will
end in irrevocable death unless the remedy is applied, and then the
recovery is slow. For love of thee, if we fail, I will use this means
for a little delay. We will then prepare everything for flight, and
only just before we depart will I administer the remedy.

“Thus we may gain a few hours’ start, and in essence I shall not fail
in my obedience. But I hope for a better result, and that reason
will prevail, and thou wilt become the queen of the earth, and not a
wanderer over a desolate earth with an outcast man. Rouse thy courage,
and at the fitting time be prepared to speak as I shall bid thee. Let
them see that thou art worthy of the highest honour.”

“What must I say?”

“After,” he replied, “I have explained the reasons for restoring women
to love and honour, thou must say two things.

“First, thou must profess the most profound admiration for everything
in this city, and, with all the excess usual in a pervert, encourage
them to hasten the destruction of the earth.”

“That is a hard task,” she replied.

“Why?” he asked. “War is the greatest course of glory, and universal
conquest might dazzle the most ambitious. All that we propose is war,
on a scale and in a manner hitherto not attempted.”

“Thy words,” she said, “throw a new light on the matter. Truly war and
conquest are glorious, and the more thorough the more glorious. Greeks
have before this warred on Greeks; and ye are, in your origin, Greek.
My former disgust seems to me most unreasonable. Trust me, I will aid
thee to the best of my power.”

“Next,” he said, “thou must express thy ardent desire to leave the real
government with the men, as before, and allow that women are by nature
inferior, and that they may be loved and honoured to the utmost without
fear. Thou must say that other Greek maidens would be more submissive
than thou.”

“This also,” she said, “seems to me most reasonable. The arts and
sciences practised in this city seem to me wondrous mysteries that no
woman could ever penetrate. Women are born to admire power in others,
not to exercise it themselves. Consider how soon I have yielded my
whole will to thine.”

Thoth was rejoiced beyond measure with these words, and the wisest of
men believed with all the simplicity of a child that Daphne spoke the
truth.

But in her heart she had devised a cunning plan by which, unaided, she
contemplated the greatest deed.




                            CHAPTER XVIII.

                      THE ASSEMBLY OF ANCESTORS.


After some time Thoth returned and informed Daphne that all was ready.
He clad her in her disguise, and told her to keep herself covered until
he ordered otherwise.

They paused before the building in which the council-chamber was
situated, and Thoth produced a small cake and divided it carefully. He
ate a portion himself, and requested Daphne to eat also, saying it was
the necessary antidote in case of need.

Then he said to her, “Be not afraid, for first of all only those who
are bound to obey me will have ears to hear.”

They entered the building by steps descending into the earth, through a
massive iron gate, which Thoth carefully closed after them. The clang
of the iron sounded horribly, and the dim light made everything appear
weird and sombre.

They passed through many devious passages, and every one, after they
entered, was closed by a similar massive door.

At length they reached a spacious vault. In the centre was a kind of
platform, and in the midst a curiously carved chair. Upon this chair
sat a man with closed eyes and pallid face. To Daphne he seemed the
image of Thoth.

She glanced round the immense chamber, and it seemed almost filled
with similar stone chairs, and in each of them sat a pallid motionless
figure. They were arranged in circles round the central throne, but
for a radius of a score of paces there were none of the sleeping
figures. In this open space, however, immediately before the central
figure, stood about fifty men in the same garments as Thoth, but not
masked.

Thoth, accompanied by Daphne, advanced to the front, and as they did so
they were saluted by a profound obeisance, in perfect silence.

Thoth took up his position beside the central throne, and placed Daphne
on his right hand.

“Are all the fitting preparations made? Have all our ancestors been
brought to the light and set upon their thrones?”

A murmur of assent arose.

Then he spoke to the cloaked figures in a low clear voice—

“At length the day of our triumph has arrived, but in the very hour of
victory a most difficult problem has arisen. In every respect save
one the wisdom of our revered ancestor”—and he turned to the sleeping
figure—“has proved faultless. But the continuous degradation of the
women of our race has failed in both its objects. For, in the first
place, I have proved beyond doubt that our ruling race has degenerated.
With the single exception of myself, we are all inferior to our
predecessors, and in the last generation, which should take your place,
there is not one worthy successor.

“And, furthermore, this treatment has failed to eradicate love, for,”
he continued, drawing away from Daphne her mask and disguise, “I, your
vice-regent, love this maiden most passionately.”

A look of dismay overspread the faces of his audience. They started
back, as if some monster, and not a most beautiful woman, had been
revealed to them. Amazed and confounded, they gazed on one another
like men suddenly stricken with hopeless foolishness.

Thoth eyed them for a time with curious contempt, and then continued—

“Degenerate ye are in very deed, but it is not you whom I must consult.
Recover your senses, and prepare to rouse the sleepers.”

Thoth then gave certain directions, and his comrades dispersed. In a
short time they returned to their former position, and Daphne observed
a peculiar pungent odour, gradually increasing in intensity, pervade
the air.

Thoth took her hand and whispered to her words of encouragement. She
knew that the eventful moment had arrived. Like a bird fascinated by a
snake, she kept her eyes on the pale face of the sleeping tyrant.

In a few moments his eyelids began to tremble, and a faint flush
appeared in his cheeks. Then he seemed to begin to breathe again. His
lips parted, and slowly his eyes opened.

Daphne glanced round the chamber, and saw that all the sleepers had
been similarly affected.

In a low voice Thoth said to her—

“Fear not. They will regain speech and reason long before they can move
their limbs.”

She roused her courage, for though she could not doubt that the
mysterious beings were living, their eyes looked dull and vacant, and
she hoped that nature had become her ally.

                   *       *       *       *       *

The silence was profound, and moments seemed years in duration. Surely,
she thought, this is but a momentary awakening of the dead.

Suddenly, however, she saw the eyes of the ancient king gleam with
intelligence, and she knew that both will and reason were awake.

Thoth took his place in front of the king, and when he saw that his
long sleep was broken, he bowed to the ground, and stood still, as if
awaiting his commands. Daphne remained at the side of the throne, still
unseen by the monarch, though in full sight of all the others.

At last the lips of the awakened sleeper began to move, and Thoth
presented him very gently with a curiously shaped cup. He sipped at
first with difficulty, but after a time took a full draught.

Then his face became animated, and in a moment he looked like a man
in the full vigour of life. Still, however, he did not move, though
apparently he made an effort to rise. He gazed fixedly at Thoth, and
then spoke. The voice and accent of ancestor and descendant were the
same.

“Thou art my present vice-regent?”

“I am.”

“I see,” he said, “for the first time a multitude of my race aroused
from sleep. Is, then, our task complete?”

“It is complete.”

A smile of majestic triumph passed over the face of the mighty ruler.

“The cars are prepared?”

“They are perfect.”

“And the arrows of death?”

“Nothing living can escape, such is their abundance and variety.”

Again the king smiled with gratified vengeance.

Then he said, “A few days will suffice to regain the full strength of
life in our limbs—already my mind is as vigorous as of old. At last,
then, I become the ruler of the earth, and the races of men shall for
evermore be such as my will has planned.”

For a time he seemed lost in an ecstatic vision, as if the present had
faded from his sight.

Then he said, “This moment is worth all the toil and waiting.”

He raised his voice, which every moment became more vigorous, and,
speaking to the assembly, said—

“Rejoice, my sons, with me.”

He looked at the faces of Thoth’s companions, and suddenly his face
darkened.

“Why look ye so amazed, weaklings? Feeble and childish ye seem compared
with your fathers.” He turned to Thoth. “Thou seemest indeed my son.
Surely it is not possible that my strict commands as to life and death
have not been obeyed? Speak,” he hissed—“are these the best of thy
generation?” for they trembled and looked foolish.

Then Thoth knew that the moment of trial had come, and he said with
courage and simplicity, and speaking as if to an equal—

“These, oh king, are the best of thy race of my generation, and all
are born of unions such as thou didst ordain. Know, also, that their
children are still more weak and feeble, and that thy royal race
appears to be threatened with destruction.”

The monarch grew pale with anger, and said—

“My rules have not been followed. Some traitor has been a victim to the
guile of woman.”

Then Thoth replied, “Hear me, oh king, with attention, and know that
in one thing thy policy has utterly failed. The rest of thy people
have become, from age to age, more vigorous and skilful, because their
women have been treated with affection and honour. But thy royal race
has dwindled. I am the son of a stranger woman, though my father was
deceived and knew it not. That miserable being trembling there is
thy true successor, according to thy laws of descent. Know that the
degradation of women has failed, and thou must choose between love and
death. My counsel is, that ye who have returned to life take for wives
the best maidens of the ancient cities of Greece, and make honour to
women the foundation of our new world.”

Then he took Daphne by the hand, and placing her before the king,
said—

“This is the maiden whom I myself have chosen, and, in spite of
generations of oppression, I love her as passionately as thou didst
once love the mother of our race.”

The monarch shook with anger and loathing, and in vain struggled to
rise. “Traitor!” he cried, “darest thou thus to speak to me? Strike
this woman dead on the instant.”

But Thoth stood motionless, and said, “Thy whole power has grown out of
wisdom—listen for a moment to reason.”

“Dost thou speak of reason to me, son of an outcast? Ah, that my
strength had returned, that I might kill thee with my own hand.”

“Revered king,” said Thoth, “I only ask for delay. Thou shalt examine
the case thyself. Without thy consent I will do nothing. I have been
faithful to all thy commands. The arrows of death and the aërial cars
are at thy disposal. Had I been a traitor and a victim to the guile of
love, thy sleep would have passed into death.”

“Hold thy peace!” cried the monarch. “In a short time I and my true
sons will be as strong as thou, and then thy doom will be swift and
terrible.”

A hoarse murmur of approval arose from the parched throats of the
motionless figures.

Then the king spoke to his latest descendants—

“Are ye all traitors, weaklings? Seize them both, and tear them limb
from limb. Ha! I feel my strength,” and he half rose from his seat.

Urged by him, they began to advance, but Thoth eyed them with scorn,
and, accustomed to obedience from their childhood, they paused.

The monarch hissed with rage, and cried, “Advance! seize them!”

Again Thoth said, “Revered king, listen to the voice of reason.” He was
answered by a louder cry than before, as the multitude of those who
had slept rose at last from their seats, and painfully and slowly began
to advance. The king himself in a moment seemed to recover, and tried
to seize Thoth. But Thoth easily eluded his feeble grasp, and saying—

“Once more, wilt thou hear reason? for I, as well as thou, have will
and wisdom. One step more, and I plunge all of you once more in sleep.”

“Thou darest not—thou canst not,” cried the king; and, inspirited by
his example, all advanced against Thoth and Daphne.

“Thus,” said Thoth, “I dare and thus I do!”—and he dashed to the
ground a vessel that at once broke in a thousand fragments.

In an instant every one except Thoth and Daphne fell to the earth,
speechless, senseless, motionless.

Thoth seized Daphne by the hand. “All is over. Come.”

They passed again through the corridors, and the doors clanged behind
them. At last they reached the open air and sunlight.




                             CHAPTER XIX.

                         THE VICTORY OF LOVE.


They passed in silence into the palace in which Daphne had lived since
she came to the mysterious city.

The pigmies hailed their arrival with their usual satisfaction, but
Thoth dismissed them for the first time sternly. They entered the
garden, in which the means for their flight had been placed.

“We have no time to lose,” he said. “Very soon I must return and
restore my kinsmen. Before nightfall the great king will be in full
command of the resources of the city.”

“And then?” Daphne asked.

“And then,” he replied, “his vengeance will begin.”

“Dost thou not think he will be convinced as thou wert?”

“I have made an irreparable error,” said Thoth. “My ancestor is
swayed by all the natural passions of man. He has slept unaffected
by time. His first thought will be to give us over to the most cruel
destruction. If thou still desirest to live a little longer, we must
flee at once.”

“I regret,” she said, “the failure of thy plans.”

He looked at her passionately, and said, “Thou canst never now be queen
of the world, but a little love is sufficient recompense for me.”

“Dost thou love me so much?” she said.

“Above everything,” he replied.

Then she went close to him, and twined her arms about him, and kissed
his eyes and lips, and said—

“Dearest heart, thou art greater and more godlike than all thy dread
ancestors. Why wilt thou sacrifice thyself and me to them? Why should
they ever awake?”

Thoth started back from her, and said, “It cannot be. I cannot destroy
at one blow the men I have worshipped—and the generations of my race,
and their work of hundreds of years. Far easier is it for me to perish
alone.”

“Thou dost not love me,” said Daphne, “or thou wouldst prove thyself
greater than this ancient tyrant. He is unworthy of thee.”

Thoth only replied, “I cannot do this thing.”

“Then,” said Daphne, “choose between me and them. Unless they perish,
my love for thee shall be changed to hate and loathing. Choose!”

He looked at her face, and felt his will quail before hers.

“What wouldst thou have?” he said. “I alone cannot carry out the scheme
of destruction, and without it thou canst not become queen of the
earth.”

“I would rather,” she replied, “tend sheep with thee on a lonely
islet of Greece, than be the shadowy queen of a desolate world.
Choose between my living love and this impious deed, which I am
certain can never be accomplished. Thou hast failed already,—thou
hast made serious errors; chance and nature have baffled thee in the
most unexpected manner. Awake! arise! and leave this city and all its
horrors, as thou wouldst throw off a horrible dream. Come with me!
Treasures thou hast beyond estimation, and wisdom and courage. Thou
shalt become a leader of living Greeks, and in a few short years the
last remnant of these dreadful scenes shall fade away.”

Again she approached him and kissed him.

“See,” she said, “I will not let thee go. The crime is not thine but
mine.”

He said, “Leave me,—it cannot be. I will break their trance, and then
we will flee away, as before thou didst agree. Time presses. Thou seest
this shadow slowly creeping along. Before it reaches the spot on which
we stand it will be too late.”

He pointed to the shadow of a huge column, covered with curious signs
and symbols.

Daphne clung to him and whispered, “Let it be to them who hate me and
thee the shadow of death!”

She looked into his eyes with eager passion, and saw signs of
yielding. She redoubled her caresses, and whispered wild words of love.

                   *       *       *       *       *

The shadow came nearer and nearer.

She covered his eyes with her hands, and showered hot kisses on his
face.

The shadow was close to them.

“This,” she said, “is love such as the world has never seen. Let me
lose myself in thee.”

The shadow had passed, and then in her anxiety Daphne became cold and
still.

Thoth roused himself and looked. Then he uttered a great cry—“Too
late; all is over!”

“Art thou certain?”

“Every one by this time is dead beyond recall. Thus ends the greatest
scheme ever planned by man.”




                              CHAPTER XX.

                         THE RETURN TO ATHENS.


Although Thoth assured Daphne in the most explicit manner that the
whole assembly of the royal race must have perished, she insisted upon
instant flight.

The danger had been so great and the culminating events so appalling,
that she desired above everything to be hundreds of leagues from the
scene.

Thoth became silent and gloomy, and most reluctantly agreed to obey her
requests. Daphne attempted to soothe him, and to make his deed appear
great and noble, but without effect.

“Surely thou dost not repent?” she said.

He replied as if he had not heard her question—

“Canst thou not remain with me a few months in this city until I
arrange some kind of order? There are none left now but the people thou
hast seen, as harmless as sheep, and, without a ruler, as helpless. My
brothers were weaker than I, but every one played some necessary part.
If I leave the city without a guiding mind, a disaster is possible. Why
art thou in such haste to be gone? Thine enemies are irrevocably dead.”

“I fear even the dead,” she answered. “I cannot stay in this place.”

“Not even with me—in the first glow of our love?”

“Restore me to Greece,” she said, “and then, if thou wilt, return
hither and put in order the affairs of thy giants and pigmies.”

“And this,” he said bitterly, “is thy love, when for thee I have
sacrificed everything.”

“Restore me to Greece,” she said; “I can stay no longer in this
dreadful place.”

He yielded, and in silence conducted her to the car. Then he said to
her with gentle, affectionate persuasion—

“Drink again of the nepenthe, and thou shalt awake in Athens.”

She hesitated, as if with distrust, and he said with a tone of
reproach—

“Nay, if I intended harm to thee, there are still a thousand ways in
which I could show my power.”

She drank as he bade her, and again felt the strange soothing effect of
the drug.

                   *       *       *       *       *

She was awakened by the words of Thoth.

“Thou art at the rocks from which we departed, and the dawn is near at
hand. Here is abundance of gold and jewels. Meet me at daybreak in the
same place in ten days.”

He kissed her hand and said—

“I return to my people to set the city in order.”

And without further farewell he entered the car and disappeared.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Some peasants found Daphne and took her into the city.

The plague had vanished, and she found that many friends and companions
had survived. When questioned as to her journey, she said simply that
the vessel had been wrecked, and that she alone had been saved, and
after much toil and suffering she had been restored to Athens by a
man of Grecian birth, who wished to take her to wife. She showed the
treasures in token of the truth of her words.

                   *       *       *       *       *

Every day, as the old familiar life was renewed, the recollection of
Thoth and his city became more odious to her.

On all sides she saw vestiges of the plague, and she could not efface
from her mind the thought that he and his companions had first
implanted it in Greece. How could she love a man who had done such a
deed?

She began to dread his return. She knew not what to do. She feared if
she let him depart from her in anger that he might renew the work of
destruction.

She feared to disclose the secret to the people and those in authority.
She doubted if, against his will, they could overpower him,—and in her
heart she wished him no harm—least of all, death by her devices.

She could not forget the fate from which he had rescued her, and the
sacrifice which he had made.

The appointed day arrived, and still her mind was divided by doubt.

Before daybreak she was at the meeting-place—alone. The scene of her
former departure rose before her, and she wondered if again she could
trust herself with this man.

                   *       *       *       *       *

The first light of day appeared, and she saw no one. The light became
stronger and larger, and she saw, as it were, a large bird in the
distance, advancing rapidly towards her over the sea. She knew that
Thoth would soon be beside her.

Nearer and nearer he came, and she pictured to herself his face aflame
with eagerness and love.

Suddenly, about fifty paces from the shore, without warning, the car
fell, like a wounded bird, into the sea. Daphne waited in breathless
expectation, and in a few moments Thoth rose to the surface, and,
swimming with great difficulty, made his way to the shore.

She ran down to meet him, and when he reached the land, she observed
that he was pallid with suffering.

The water at the place was deep, and the rocks rough and cruel. She
bent down and assisted him to land, and as he felt her touch, a look of
pleasure crossed his suffering face.

“Art thou hurt?” she said.

“My bodily hurt,” he said, “is nothing, but I fear to tell thee the
whole of my evil fortune. My city, with all its people and wealth and
power, is buried in the sands of the desert—not a trace is left.
There, in the depth of the sea, lies the last remnant of our skill. I
stand before thee a nameless, powerless man. Yet if thou wilt only love
me, I regret nothing,” and he looked with longing into her eyes.

“Tell me but one thing,” she said; “assure me that thou thyself didst
not bring hither the pestilence that destroyed my race.”

His face darkened, and he said—

“That is long since past, and I have become a different being.”

She shrank back, and said—

“At least, say that it was thy companions—that thine own hands are
guiltless.”

“Surely thou didst know before that I alone did it,” he said.

Horror seized her, and she cried—

“How can I forget? How can I dwell with thee or love thee?”

But he said with passionate entreaty—

“Now I am altogether different. Since I knew thee, it is as if I had
been born again.”

But she looked at him with dismay and undisguised terror.

“Alas! these are empty words, and the dreadful deed cannot be undone.
How can a man be born again?”

Thoth looked at her, and for a moment seemed to wait for some sign of
relenting, and then he said, hopelessly—

“Then there is but one course left.”

He seized her hand passionately, and she tried to escape.

“Nay,” he said, “fear no violence. I have always treated thee with
honour and respect.”

She left her hand quietly in his, and he raised it to his lips and
kissed it.

“Farewell,” he said; “but hereafter, when thou thinkest of me,
remember that my last words were true, and that the man who loved thee
was not the man who did this wrong.”

Then he turned, and, without a word, plunged into the sea.

In a moment bitter repentance seized on Daphne’s mind. Her memory was
filled with recollections of the kindness of the man.

“Come back! come back!” she cried. “I believe thee! I love thee!”

But there was no answer, save the lapping of the waves on the shore.




                               EPILOGUE.


I, Xenophilos, physician and philosopher, having wandered forth to
meditate by the sea, found Daphne in a swoon. For many years she lived
affected by what appeared to be a curious madness, but before her death
she seemed to recover somewhat, and out of her narrative I have, with
difficulty, pieced together this history.

I will only add that the body of a man, like one of the Egyptian
merchants, was afterwards washed ashore. Near the spot, and many years
after, some divers found the remains of a curious, unintelligible
mechanical contrivance, partly destroyed by the sea.




                               APPENDIX.

(_The last chapter of ‘Thoth’ as originally written in 1876. See
Preface._)


Philetos lay dreaming—dreaming that he was still hunting the lion. And
it seemed to him that after slaying numbers of inferior animals, he
lighted on one of an immense size, which, as soon as he came into view,
fled to the mountains. He chased it through mighty forests, followed
it across foaming torrents, and at last on a lofty barren table-land,
he appeared to be fast approaching it. But the lion, roaring terribly,
suddenly rushed away, and in the distance he could see it like an
insect on the grass. Bravely and persistently he followed, however,
and at last saw that the lion was standing on the edge of a precipice,
or rather precipitous incline, at the base of which was a deep black
lake; and it seemed to be in doubt whether to turn and try and rend
its pursuer, or to yield to fear and rush blindly over the abyss. On
Philetos rushed, with spear ready to his hand, and he was now within a
few yards of the beast, when suddenly it sprang down the mountain-side,
as if panic-struck. In its course it loosened immense rocks, which
formed an avalanche, following close on its track. Philetos, with
straining eyes and ears expecting the shock of the rocks falling on the
water, stood at the edge of the abyss. At length the lion fell into the
lake, and in a moment the terrific splash of the avalanche was heard.
Then Philetos awoke, and springing up from his couch, stood up, with
the noise still roaring in his ears. But on awakening he had entirely
forgotten the lion, and he thought that he had surely heard the fall
of immense rocks into water. He looked on the sunlight that streamed
through his chamber windows, and tried to shake off his terror; for
he thought that the Egyptian had broken faith, and that the end of
humanity was near at hand. Breathlessly he waited to hear if a second
noise would follow; for he knew that now, at least, he was fully awake,
and that if he should again hear what he had heard, or dreamed he had
heard, his fears would be realised. Nothing seemed to break the silence
but the sighing of a gentle wind in the sombre trees, and the cries
of animals in the distant forests; yet still he stood breathless, and
scarcely able to stand with excitement. Never in his life before had he
been thus moved: in a multitude of perils by land and sea, his cheek
had not blanched; without fear he had fought alone with beasts in the
midst of the forest, with only the moonlight to direct his blows;
without fear he had found himself in the pathless desert deprived of
food or water; and without fear he had attended to the wants of men
struck with the plague. Never before had he feared for his life; but
now he thought that all his fellows—men who, even at first sight, had
loved him, and showered on him gifts and favours; whom he had loved
as much in return; amongst whom he had no enemies, save the Egyptian
priest; and by whom he had been worshipped almost as a god, save by
him,—he thought that humanity was now to feel the revenge of that
terrible intellect, and man, woman, and child in a few hours or days to
lie writhing in mortal anguish, or withering under the breath of the
plague. And this it was that filled him with terror. Not now did he
seem like Apollo, clothed with immortal strength and beauty, but rather
like Niobe, expecting her offspring to be struck down by the darts of
the far-shooter.

Suddenly the noise which he had heard in his dreams was repeated;
now there could be no doubt. He heard distinctly the masses of stone
striking the waters, and the rush of the waters over them. He knew
for a certainty that the barrier of the temple, which was to fall and
give access to the light of the sun only on the day when mankind was
doomed to be exterminated, had fallen. What his dream had pictured
as the plunge of the lion, had been the fall of the outer barrier;
and now he had heard the innermost wall—the dreadful veil, the fall
of which was to reveal the most terrible spectacle ever enacted on
this earth—fall irrevocably into the poisonous lake. In a moment, he
thought, the awful ceremony will commence: even now the dead are raised
and eagerly expecting the consummation of their hatred; the music is
breathing out the solemn, gentle strains, that will soon swell into
maddening peals, and rouse the fury of the haters of men from its
slumber of ten thousand years. It is no longer a thought: he can hear
the weird sounds, which welcome the dead to life, and form a fitting
prelude to the awful catastrophe. What can he do? Even now, though
the Egyptian should have his hand on the key of the gates of death,
Philetos imagines that could he see him face to face, he would forego
his revenge, and dare to disobey and dishonour his ancestors. He is
certain that this is the work of the priest, and still believes the
Egyptian to be his friend. There is one chance still: if he can gain
access to the temple he will plead the cause of men, and perchance save
them. He rushes from his chamber, and nothing hinders his advance down
the dreary corridor that leads to the temple gate. Fleeter than the
deer he passes along; the roof re-echoes the tread of his feet, and the
hollow clang seems like the shriek of despair; the fitful light of the
few flickering lamps is pallid and ghastly, and seems to fall with the
greatest intensity on the bas-reliefs, which he knows represent the
final sufferings of man. The thick humid air seems to fan him like a
wind, so fleetly does he run. In so brief a space has he accomplished
the entire length, that hardly could the priest have turned to bar
the gate of the temple, even if he had been aware of the object of
Philetos. But so engrossed were both he and the Egyptian, that they
heard not the advancing steps, and he passed the door, and was already
advancing along the central aisle, before he was perceived. On opening
the massive gate, a spectacle so terrible met his gaze, that nothing
but the lofty purpose with which he was animated could give him
strength and courage to pass through the temple.

Only once before had he passed through the massive entrance, and
then a single lamp, carried in the hand, had afforded him glimpses
only of the architecture of the place, where the Egyptians, wrapt in
their everlasting robes, were waiting for the time when it should
be permitted them to link together again the broken chain of life,
and end their existence with a moment of delirious joy—of joy so
intense as to compensate for all their life-long toil, and a voluntary
entombment of a thousand years. Even then, when a thousandth part was
not revealed to him, what he had seen had caused him to tremble. The
pillars by which the roof was supported seemed of adamantine strength;
but this was relieved by no graceful capital, nor was the surface
smooth and polished. On the contrary, deeply engraven on the stone were
unintelligible signs, and exact images of the loathliest animals and
most noxious plants.

There were sculptured groups in abundance; but hate and destruction in
their most horrible garbs formed the only theme. Here was a serpent
enveloping a deer in its scaly folds; the deer had been designed with
the most graceful form, but the marble of which it was carved seemed
shivering with horror. There, again, was a man of unshapely form, but
evidently of immense strength, with a brow that denoted the highest
intelligence, and features that expressed the intensest cruelty,
strangling a being of the most perfect stature and beauty. There were
pictures, too, and in one of these, at first glance, he had missed the
prevailing emotion. A number of maidens were bathing, as careless,
unconscious, and graceful as water-lilies hardly moved by the breeze;
but when he looked again he saw beneath the water a monster that seemed
half alligator, half serpent, and yet altogether human.

These glimpses had filled him with horror on his first visit, but now
the light of an African sun fully revealed the minutest details. The
pillars with their engraven loathliness, the paintings and sculptures
almost innumerable, seemed as if they had been suddenly endowed
with life by the heat and glare of the sun. But they formed only an
appropriate setting to the rest of the picture.

The robes which had hitherto completely covered the bodies of the
Egyptians, had now fallen to their feet, and they were standing in
the garb of life. Not even a face-cloth obscured their visages. They
seemed as if they had just been struck dead in the performance of some
religious ceremony; but, in reality, the reverse had taken place. A
closer examination would have shown that they were just aroused from
their sleep, for their eyes were open; and though they moved neither
hand nor foot, nor seemed to draw breath, the look of the eyes seemed
not altogether as of the dead. There they stood in close array, all
in the same attitude, steadfastly gazing at the upper part of the
temple—seeming only to wait for some signal to open their mouths
and speak, and rush tumultuously towards the day—where, arrayed in
gorgeous robes, stood the friend of Philetos, bearing in his hand
two keys—the keys[1] of life and death; they seemed as if gazing on
the sky, in expectation of the signal of life, on which they would
open their mouth and speak, and rush tumultuously forward. But as men
looking to the gods for aught receive what they desire, or in some sort
what they desire, at the hands of men, so the entry of Philetos seemed
to loosen their frozen bodies as the expected signal from heaven.
Yet they moved not, for the newly given life was snatched away by a
dreadful apprehension. But as he passed through their midst, a thousand
eyes darted on him looks of fear, hatred, and surprise. In a moment,
too, voices faint and low, as voices in a deep cave hardly heard by the
persons above, assailed him on all sides; fierce and vehement words
reached him, but they seemed as large stones hurled from too great a
distance, which gently roll up to the feet of him they were intended
to crush. He heeded them not, even heard them not distinctly, but with
rapid steps advanced to his friend.

[1] The mystery of these keys had been explained in an earlier chapter.
The plagues were supposed to be locked up like the winds in the cave
of Æolus, and by turning the key of death they would be blown about
the world, whilst by turning the key of life they would be rendered
harmless.

The priest, who at first had seemed thunderstruck, and too much
astonished to say or do aught, now poising his javelin, hurled it at
Philetos with a fierce curse. But wrath or fear misdirected the aim,
and the javelin struck the sculpture of the wrestlers, and broke off
the hand of the ideal of intellect and cruelty. The Egyptian himself
seemed a prey to the most violent agitation; at one time he looked
to his ancestors, and at another to Philetos, seeming in doubt which
to obey. Yet he drew not his sword, nor made any effort to kill his
friend, as in similar circumstances he had done before. On his visage,
usually, even in the most perilous and exciting circumstances, as
cold and immovable as marble, was depicted a most terrible struggle
of emotion. On the one hand, the friendship for which he had already
sacrificed so much, and which year by year had been growing in
intensity, urged him in one direction; but on the other, the purpose
of his life, and the lives of his ancestors—the tremendous weight
that accrued to this purpose by the already accomplished resurrection,
the vividness with which he saw his hereditary object before him, and
in addition his sombre religion, which had never ceased to have the
greatest sway over him—urged him to kill Philetos. At length, as
men driven this way and that by doubts at last appeal to chance, and
then become firm in one resolution by the upshot of a most trivial
event, so the Egyptian, when he saw the priest raise his javelin, did
not attempt to hinder him, but seemed to decide to act according to
the javelin;—if it struck Philetos ever so slightly, to slay him at
once—and if it failed, to renounce his ancestors. Accordingly, when
not only did it not strike Philetos, but ominously released the fair
statue from the grasp of its destroyer, he grasped Philetos by the
hand, but remained silent through emotion. But the priest, whom this
act seemed to render furious, thinking that the fate of the world and
his revered masters depended on him alone, drew his sword and rushed
at Philetos. But he, for the first time in his life enraged with a
fellow-man, avoiding the blow, caught the priest and hurled him into
the lake. Still the Egyptian spoke not, nor raised a hand against him.
Then arose a faint cry, yet a cry which seemed in its purpose naturally
strong enough to have shaken the temple to the ground, from the
multitude who filled the temple. Yet they moved not, but with all their
efforts could only look their hatred, and mutter faintly. Then followed
a deep silence, for Philetos, after slaying the priest, seemed struck
with deep sorrow, for never before had he slain a man. At length the
father of all these haters of men, in a tremulous voice, thus spoke,
and as he spoke, not one of his descendants, nor Philetos, moved ever
so slightly, but in the deepest silence all gave heed to him:—

“Verily thou art born in my image, and I should think thee my own
son, but that a multitudinous murmuring, which only hundreds of my
descendants could have uttered, has cursed thee, as I curse thee now.
Think not that I, who have waited for my vengeance these thousands of
years, will now stoop to entreat thee, puny weakling, to do what do
thou must; for I command thee on the instant to slay this man, and
unlock the gates of death. Thinkest thou because I am feeble and but
half aroused from this deathly sleep, that therefore thou canst with
impunity mock me thus? Nay, rather, but that Will which has kept me
fixed in my resolve, and has made these hundreds keep most strictly
all my laws, that Will, though now it be manifested by a feeble voice,
cannot fail to force thy sickly nature as it listeth. By the wrongs I
suffered from the foolish race of men, who would none of my counsel,
though to every tribe I offered life and peace; by the blood which
flows in thy veins, by the mighty ties of nature, by the oath I and
these have sworn, I charge thee to do my bidding; tarry an instant
and I curse thee with the fatal curse. Darest thou look on me, and
these thy forefathers, and still let doubt divide thy mind? I charge
thee, pour out on the world the measure of my hate; unlock these
fatal gates, and, unworthy as thou art, look no longer on us, but
cast thyself headlong, having fulfilled thine oath. My voice already
fails—slay—slay—slay!”

Thus ended the father of the haters of men, and the Egyptian drawing
his sword, struck fiercely at Philetos; but less violent was the
stroke than that with which the grass, bent by a gentle wind, smites
the earth. He muttered—

“I cannot; thrice before have I thus purposed, and thrice have I
failed.”

Then arose a shriek of horror from those dying men, and the father of
them all, with a low, feeble, passionate voice, broke forth—

“By the stars of heaven, by the caves of the sea, by mighty nature,
mother of all things, who once articulately promised me this power over
one man, I consign thee to unfathomable misery for a thousand thousand
years. On the instant thou shalt die, and thy spirit herd with the
loathliest animals. In murky darkness and loathsome air, now sinking
in mire, with reptiles for thy pillow, now in burning sands alive with
fiery serpents, thou shalt pass a miserable afterlife; more horrors
than ever I could devise shall be thy portion. It is spoken! I curse
thee with the fated curse!”

And from the lips of those dying men arose the cry of “We curse thee!”

They spoke no more, but with tottering steps advanced towards the two
who were still in the flush of life. Then murmured the Egyptian—

“Philetos, thou seest what I have done for thee; and now I cannot have
my reward in simply clasping thy hand, for then thou must share my
fate.”

But Philetos, turning his back on the advancing hosts, clasped his
friend by the hand, and in a ringing voice said—

“Shake off thy terror; look out on the plains beneath; seest thou not
the sun smiling on the forests?—hearest thou not the cries of the wild
animals? Let us away and hunt, and forget this horror; see, all nature
smiles, and mocks at the curse.”

But that other answered in a melancholy voice—

“Compared with mine, thy sight is dim, and thine ears are dull;
but seest thou not that black cloud arising?—hearest thou not the
gathering storm?”

But Philetos answered—“Truly there is a cloud, but we shall hunt the
more pleasantly; and what is rain in its season?”

“Speak no more,” answered his friend; “but if thou canst not read the
meaning of the storm, look over the abyss and tell me what thou seest
in the poisonous lake.”

Philetos darted to the edge of the abyss and recoiled in horror.

“I see,” he said, “a huge monster with gaping jaws, rearing his snaky
folds out from the mire; and its eyes are like the eyes of men that
hate, and it hisses death and misery. Let us flee—let us flee!”

“Alas!” replied the Egyptian, “thou hast clasped my hand, and thou too
must die, and suffer torment with me; say thou dost not hate me—say
thou wilt not curse me when we two shall be deep in horror.”

Philetos looked once more on the monster, which had now reared its
slimy head above the precipice, and he read his doom in its vengeful
eyes. But he quailed not, but pressing the hand of his friend, cried—

“Fear not thou! What if we must be in torment for a thousand thousand
years, shall we not ever after receive homage from thousands of men
whom we have saved from death?—will not the shades after these few
years pay us homage?—and shall we not again and for ever hunt together
and live life in life?”

Then murmured the Egyptian—“If I am ever with thee, even such misery
were bliss; yet let us not die by this loathsome monster.”

So saying, he clasped Philetos, and turned the key of the gate of life!
Then with a shout of triumph they hurled themselves into the abyss,
and were lost in the depth of the poisonous lake.

Then arose a mighty storm, and the day was changed to night, and the
temple rocked to its foundations. The haters of men fell to the earth,
and with deep curses gasped out their breath. And the storm increased,
and the earth trembled, till, with a shriek of despair, all the
structure was buried beneath the waters.


                               THE END.


                PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS.


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    ○ Unbalanced quotation marks were left as the author intended.
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