CHAPTER II
THE CALL OF EBLIS
In the lurid flash that had illumined the gallery, lighting up rows ofcells and deep recesses, Basil had seen, as if risen from the floor,a black, indefinable shape, wrapped in a long black mantle, the hoodof which was drawn over its face. Through its slits gleamed two eyes,like live coals. Of small stature and apparently great age, the bentapparition supported itself by a crooked staff, the fleshless fingersbarely visible under the cover of the ample sleeve, and resembling theclaws of some bird of prey.
At last the terror which the uncanny apparition inspired changed to itsvery counterpart, as, defiance in his tone, the Grand Chamberlain madea forward step.
"Who goes there?--Friend or foe of the Lord Basil?"--
His voice sounded strange in his own ears.
A gibbering response quavered out of the gloom.
"What matters friend or foe as long as you grasp the tenure of power?"
Basil breathed a sigh of relief.
"I ought to know that voice. You are Bessarion?"
"I have waited long," came the drawling reply.
There was a pause brief as the intake of a breath.
"What do you demand?"--
"You shall know in time."
"In time comes death!"
"And more!"
"It is the hour that calls!"
"Are you prepared?"
"Show me what you can do!"
"For this I am here! Are you afraid?"
The air of mockery in the questioner's tone cut the speaker to thequick.
In the intermittent flashes of lightning Basil saw the shapeless formcowering before him in the dusk of the gallery, barring the way. Butagain it mingled quickly with the darkness.
"Of whom?" Basil queried.
There was another pause.
"Of the Presence!"
"That craven hound Maraglia has upset the light," muttered Basil. "Icannot see you."
"Can you not feel my presence?" came the gibbering reply.
"Even so!"
"Know you what high powers of night control your life--what dark-wingedmessengers of evil fly about you?"
"Your words make my soul flash like a thunder cloud."
"And yet does your power stand firm?"
"It rests on deep dug dungeons, where the light of heaven does notintrude. I spread such fear in men's white hearts as the craven havenever known."
A faint chuckle came in reply.
"Only last night I saw you in the magic crystal sphere in which I readthe dire secrets of Fate. Above your head flew evil angels. Beneathyour horse's hoofs a corpse-strewn path."
"The time is not yet ripe."
"Time does not wait for him who waits to dare."
An evil light flashed from Basil's eyes.
"What can you do?"
Response came as from the depths of a grave.
"I shall conjure such shapes from the black caves of fear as have notventured forth since madness first began to prowl among the human race,when the torturing dusk drowns every helpless thing in livid waves ofshadow. It is the spirit of your sire that draws the evil legions toyou."
Basil straightened in surprise.
"What know you of him?" he exclaimed. "Dull prayers and fasts andpenances, not such freaks as this, were the only things he thought of."
From the cowled form came a hiss.
"Fool! Not that grunting and omnivorous swine who took the cowl, begatyou! Your veins run with fiery evil direct from its fountainhead. No,no,--not he!"
"Not he?" shrieked the Grand Chamberlain. "If I am not his progeny,then whose?"
"Some mighty lord's."
"The Duke of Beneventum?"
"One greater yet."
"King Berengar?"
"One adored by him as his liege."
"Ha! I guess it now! It was Otto the Great, he whose fury gored theheart of the Romans."
"One greater still."
"Earth hath no greater lord."
"Is there not heaven above and hell below? Your sire rules the millionswho have donned fear's stole forever. He is lord of lords, where allthe lips implore and none reply."
A flash of lightning gleamed through the gallery.
A shadow passed over Basil's countenance, like a swift sailing cloud.
Darkness supervened, impenetrable, sepulchral.
"Well may you cower," gibbered the shape in its inexorable monotone."For you came into this life among the death-fed mushrooms that growwhere murder rots. The moon-struck wolves howled for three nights, andill-omened birds flapped for three days around the tower where she whogave you life breathed her last."
A fitful muttering as of souls in pain seemed to pervade thenight-wrapped galleries, with sultry storm gusts breathing inarticulateevil. No light save the white flash of the lightning revealed now andthen the uncanny form of the speaker. The smell of rotting weeds camethrough the crevices of the wall.
When Basil, spell-bound, found no tongue, the dark shape continued:
"Wrapped in midnight's cloak, nine witches down in the castle moat sanga baptismal hymn of horror as you saw the light. As mighty brazen wingssounded the roaring of the tempest-churned seas. And above you stoodhe who holds the keys to thought's dark chambers, he in whose ranksthe sullen angels serve, whose shadowy dewless wings cast evil on theworld. And I am he whose palace rings with the eternal Never!"
Frozen with terror Basil listened.
The thunder growled ever louder. A vampire's bark stabbed the darkness;the shriek of witches rose above the tempest, there was a rattling ofbones as if skeletons were rising from their graves. All round theEmperor's Tomb the ghouls were prowling, and the soulless corpses wereas restless as the fleshless souls that whimpered and moaned in thenight. Giant bats flew to and fro like evil spirits. The great pealsshook the huge pile from vault to summit. The running finger of thestorm scribbled fiery, cabalistical zigzags on the firmament's blackpage. And in every peal, louder and louder as the echoes spread, Basilseemed to hear his name shrieked by the weird powers of darkness, till,half mad with terror, he cried:
"Away! Away! Your presence flings dark glare like glowing lava--"
"I come across the night," replied the voice, "ere death has made youmine! Deserve the doom that is prepared for those who do my bidding.You have shot into my heart a ray of blackest light--"
Basil held out his hands, as if to ward off some unseen assailant.
"Whirl back into the night--" he shrieked, but the voice resumed,mocking and gibbering.
"Only a coward will shrink from the dreadful boundaries between thingsof this earth and things beyond this earth. I have sought you by nightand by day--as fiercely as any of those athirst pant round hell's mocksprings! In the great vaults of wrath, in the sleepless caverns, whoseeternal darkness is only lighted by pools of molten stone that bathethe lost, where, in the lurid light, the shadows dance--I sit andwatch the lakes of torment, taciturn and lone. I summon you to earthlypower--to the fulfillment of all your heart desires!"--
The voice ceased. All the elements of hell seemed to roar and shriekaround the battlemented walls.
There was a pause during which Basil regained his composure.
At last the dread shadow was looming across his path. An undefined awecrept over him, such as dark chasms instill; an awe at his own self.He would fain have been screened from his own substance. By degrees hewelcomed the tidings with a dark rapture. In himself lay the substanceof Evil. It was not the Angel of Light that ruled the reeling universe.It was the shadow of Eblis looming dark and terrible over the lives ofmen. Long before he had ever guessed what rills of flaming Phlegethonran riot in his veins, had he not felt his pulses swell with joy athuman pain, had he not played the fiend untaught? Could not theFiend, as well as God, live incarnate in human clay? Was not the earththe meeting ground of Heaven and Hell? And why should not he, Basil,defying Heaven, be Hell's incarnation?--
Ay--but the day of death and the day of reckoning! Woul
d his parentageentail eternal fire, or princely power and sway in the dark vaults ofnameless terror? Should he quail or thrill with awful exaltation?
"And--in return for that which I offer up--King of the dark redglare--will you give to me what I crave--boundless power and the womanfor which my soul is on fire?"
"Have you the courage to snatch them from the talons of Fate?" cameback the gibbering reply.
A blinding flash of lightning was succeeded by an appalling crash ofthunder.
"From Hell itself!" shrieked Basil frenzied. "Give me Theodora and Iwill fill the cup of torture that I have seized on your shadowy altars,and quaff your health at the terrific banquet board of Evil in toastsof torment--in wine of boundless pain!"
In the quickly succeeding flashes of lightning the dark form seemed torise and to expand.
"I knew you would not fail me! Come!"
For a moment Basil hesitated, fingering the hilt of his poniard.
"Where would you lead me?" he queried, his tone far from steady. "Howmany of these twilights must I traverse before I see him whom youserve?"
"That you shall know to-night!"
In the deep and frozen silence which succeeded the terrible peals ofthunder their retreating footsteps died to silence in the labyrinthinegalleries of the Emperor's Tomb.
Only the dog-headed Anubis seemed to stare and nod mysteriously.