And the lamps were dead and the Gods alone,
And the grey snake coiled on the altar stone —
Ere I fled from a Fear that I could not see,
And the Gods of the East made mouths at me.
— In Seeonee.
When he left the King’s side, Tarvin’s first impulse was to set the Foxhall colt into a gallop3, and forthwith depart in search of the Naulahka. He mechanically drove his heels home, and shortened his rein5 under the impulse of the thought; but the colt’s leap beneath him recalled him to his senses, and he restrained himself and his mount with the same motion.
His familiarity with the people’s grotesque6 nomenclature left him unimpressed by the Cow’s Mouth as a name for a spot, but he gave some wonder to the question why the thing should be in the Cow’s Mouth. This was a matter to be laid before Estes.
‘These heathen,’ he said to himself, ‘are just the sort to hide it away in a salt-lick, or bury it in a hole in the ground. Yes; a hole is about their size. They put the State diamonds in cracker-boxes tied up with boot-laces. The Naulahka is probably hanging on a tree.’
As he trotted7 toward the missionary9’s house, he looked at the hopeless landscape with new interest, for any spur of the low hills, or any roof in the jumbled10 city, might contain his treasure.
Estes, who had outlived many curiosities, and knew Rajputana as a prisoner knows the bricks of his cell, turned on Tarvin, in reply to the latter’s direct question, a flood of information. There were mouths of all kinds in India, from the Burning Mouth in the north, where a jet of natural gas was worshipped by millions as the incarnation of a divinity, to the Devil’s Mouth among some forgotten Buddhist11 ruins in the furthest southern corner of Madras.
There was also a Cow’s Mouth some hundreds of miles away, in the courtyard of a temple at Benares, much frequented by devotees; but as far as Rajputana was concerned, there was only one Cow’s Mouth, and that was to be found in a dead city.
The missionary launched into a history of wars and rapine, extending over hundreds of years, all centring round one rock-walled city in the wilderness12, which had been the pride and the glory of the kings of Mewar. Tarvin listened with patience as infinite as his weariness — ancient history had no charm for the man who was making his own town — while Estes enlarged upon the past, and told stories of voluntary immolation13 on the pyre in subterranean14 palaces by thousands of Rajput women who, when the city fell before a Mohammedan, and their kin2 had died in the last charge of defence, cheated the conquerors15 of all but the empty glory of conquest. Estes had a taste for arch?ology, and it was a pleasure to him to speak of it to a fellow-countryman.
By retracing16 the ninety-six miles to Rawut Junction17, Tarvin might make connection with a train that would carry him sixty-seven miles westward18 to yet another junction, where he would change and go south by rail for a hundred and seven miles; and this would bring him within four miles of this city, its marvellous nine-storeyed tower of glory, which he was to note carefully, its stupendous walls and desolate19 palaces. The journey would occupy at least two days. At this point Tarvin suggested a map, and a glance at it showed him that Estes proposed an elaborate circus round three sides of a square, whereas a spider-like line ran more or less directly from Rhatore to Gunnaur.
‘This seems shorter,’ he said.
‘It’s only a country road, and you have had some experience of roads in this State. Fifty-seven miles on a kutcha road in this sun would be fatal.’
Tarvin smiled to himself. He had no particular dread20 of the sun, which, year by year, had stolen from his companion something of his vitality21.
‘I think I’ll ride, anyhow. It seems a waste to travel half round India to get at a thing across the road, though it is the custom of the country.’
He asked the missionary what the Cow’s Mouth was like, and Estes explained arch?ologically, architecturally, and philologically22 to such good purpose that Tarvin understood that it was some sort of a hole in the ground — an ancient, a remarkably23 ancient, hole of peculiar24 sanctity, but nothing more than a hole.
Tarvin decided25 to start without an hour’s delay. The dam might wait until he returned. It was hardly likely that the King’s outburst of generosity26 would lead him to throw open his jails on the morrow. Tarvin debated for a while whether he should tell him of the excursion he was proposing to himself, and then decided that he would look at the necklace first, and open negotiations27 later. This seemed to suit the customs of the country. He returned to the rest-house with Estes’ map in his pocket to take stock of his stable. Like other men of the West, he reckoned a horse a necessity before all necessities, and had purchased one mechanically immediately after his arrival. It had been a comfort to him to note all the tricks of all the men he had ever traded horses with faithfully reproduced in the lean, swarthy Cabuli trader, who had led his kicking, plunging28 horse up to the verandah one idle evening; and it had been a greater comfort to battle with them as he had battled in the old days. The result of the skirmish, fought out in broken English and expressive29 American, was an unhandsome, doubtful-tempered, mouse-coloured Kathiawar stallion, who had been dismissed for vice30 from the service of his Majesty31, and who weakly believed that, having eaten pieces of the troopers of the Deolee Irregular Horse, ease and idleness awaited him. Tarvin had undeceived him leisurely32, in such moments as he most felt the need of doing something, and the Kathiawar, though never grateful, was at least civil. He had been christened Fibby Winks33 in recognition of ungentlemanly conduct and a resemblance which Tarvin fancied he detected between the beast’s lean face and that of the man who had jumped his claim.
Tarvin threw back the loin cloth as he came upon Fibby drowsing in the afternoon sun behind the rest-house.
‘We’re going for a little walk down town, Fibby,’ he said.
The Kathiawar squealed34 and snapped.
‘Yes; you always were a loafer, Fibby.’
Fibby was saddled by his nervous native attendant, while Tarvin took a blanket from his room and rolled up into it an imaginative assortment35 of provisions. Fibby was to find his rations36 where Heaven pleased. Then he set out as lightheartedly as though he were going for a canter round the city. It was now about three in the afternoon. All Fibby’s boundless37 reserves of illtemper and stubborn obstinacy38 Tarvin resolved should be devoted39, by the aid of his spurs, to covering the fifty-seven miles to Gunnaur in the next ten hours, if the road were fair. If not, he should be allowed another two hours. The return journey would not require spurs. There was a moon that night, and Tarvin knew enough of native roads in Gokral Seetarun, and rough trails elsewhere, to be certain that he would not be confused by cross-tracks.
It being borne into Fibby’s mind that he was required to advance, not in three directions at once, but in one, he clicked his bit comfortably in his mouth, dropped his head, and began to trot8 steadily40. Then Tarvin pulled him up, and addressed him tenderly.
‘Fib, my boy, we’re not out for exercise — you’ll learn that before sundown. Some galoot has been training you to waste your time over the English trot. I’ll be discussing other points with you in the course of the campaign; but we’ll settle this now. We don’t begin with crime. drop it, Fibby, and behave like a man-horse.’
Tarvin was obliged to make further remarks on the same subject before Fibby returned to the easy native lope, which is also a common Western pace, tiring neither man nor beast. By this he began to understand that a long journey was demanded of him, and, lowering his tail, buckled41 down to it.
At first he moved in a cloud of sandy dust with the cotton wains and the country carts that were creaking out to the far distant railway at Gunnaur. As the sun began to sink, his gaunt shadow danced like a goblin across low-lying volcanic42 rock tufted with shrubs43, and here and there an aloe.
The carters unyoked their cattle on the roadside, and prepared to eat their evening meal by the light of dull red fires. Fibby cocked one ear wistfully toward the flames, but held on through the gathering44 shadows, and Tarvin smelt45 the acrid46 juice of bruised47 camel-thorn beneath his horse’s hoofs48. The moon rose in splendour behind him, and, following his lurching shadow, he overtook a naked man who bore over his shoulder a stick loaded with jingling49 bells, and fled panting and perspiring50 from one who followed him armed with a naked sword. This was the mail-carrier and his escort running to Gunnaur. The jingling died away on the dead air, and Fibby was ambling51 between interminable lines of thorn bushes that threw mad arms to the stars, and cast shadows as solid as themselves across the road. Some beast of the night plunged53 through the thicket54 alongside, and Fibby snorted in panic. Then a porcupine55 crossed under his nose with a rustle56 of quills57, and left an evil stench to poison the stillness for a moment. A point of light gleamed ahead, where a bullock-cart had broken down, and the drivers were sleeping peacefully till daylight should show the injury. Here Fibby stopped, and Tarvin, through the magic of a rupee, representing fortune to the rudely awakened58 sleepers59, procured60 food and a little water for him, eased the girths, and made as much of him as he was disposed to permit. On starting again, Fibby found his second wind, and with it there woke the spirit of daring and adventure inherited from his ancestors, who were accustomed to take their masters thirty leagues in a day for the sacking of a town, to sleep by a lance driven into the earth as a picket61, and to return whence they had come before the ashes of the houses had lost heat. So Fibby lifted his tail valiantly62, neighed, and began to move.
The road descended64 for miles, crossing the dry beds of many water-courses and once a broad river, where Fibby stopped for another drink, and would have lain down to roll in a melon-bed but that his rider spurred him on up the slope. The country grew more fertile at every mile, and rolled in broader waves. Under the light of the setting moon, the fields showed silver-white with the opium-poppy, or dark with sugar-cane.
Poppy and sugar ceased together, as Fibby topped a long, slow ascent65, and with distended67 nostrils68, snuffed for the wind of the morning. He knew that the day would bring him rest. Tarvin peered forward where the white line of the road disappeared in the gloom of velvety70 scrub. He commanded a vast level plain flanked by hills of soft outline — a plain that in the dim light seemed as level as the sea. Like the sea, too, it bore on its breast a ship, like a gigantic monitor with a sharp bow, cutting her way from north to south; such a ship as man never yet has seen — two miles long, with three or four hundred feet freeboard, lonely, silent, mastless, without lights, a derelict of the earth.
‘We are nearly there, Fib, my boy,’ said Tarvin, drawing rein, and scanning the monstrous71 thing by the starlight. ‘We’ll get as close as we can, and then wait for the daylight before going aboard.’
They descended the slope, which was covered with sharp stones and sleeping goats. Then the road turned sharply to the left, and began to run parallel to the ship. Tarvin urged Fibby into a more direct path, and the good horse blundered piteously across the scrub-covered ground, cut up and channelled by the rains into a network of six-foot ravines and gulches72.
Here he gave out with a despairing grunt73. Tarvin took pity on him, and, fastening him to a tree, bade him think of his sins till breakfast-time, and dropped from his back, into a dry and dusty water-hole. Ten steps further, and the scrub was all about him, whipping him across the brows, hooking thorns into his jacket, and looping roots in front of his knees as he pushed on up an ever steepening incline.
At last Tarvin was crawling on his hands and knees, grimed from head to foot, and hardly to be distinguished74 from the wild pigs that passed like slate-coloured shadows through the tangle75 of the thickets76 on their way to their rest. Too absorbed to hear them grunt, he pulled and screwed himself up the slope, tugging77 at the roots as though he would rend78 the Naulahka from the bowels79 of the earth, and swearing piously80 at every step. When he stopped to wipe the sweat from his face, he found, more by touch than by eye, that he knelt at the foot of a wall that ran up into the stars. Fibby, from the tangle below, was neighing dolefully.
‘You’re not hurt, Fibby,’ he gasped81, spitting out some fragments of dry grass; ‘you aren’t on in this scene. Nobody’s asking you to fly tonight,’ he said, looking hopelessly up at the wall again, and whistling softly in response to an owl’s hooting82 overhead.
He began to pick his way between the foot of the wall and the scrub that grew up to it, pressing one hand against the huge cut stones, and holding the other before his face. A fig-seed had found foothold between two of the gigantic slabs83, and, undisturbed through the centuries, had grown into an arrogant84, gnarled tree, that writhed85 between the fissures86 and heaved the stonework apart. Tarvin considered for a while whether he could climb into the crook87 of the lowest branch, then moved on a few steps, and found the wall rent from top to bottom through the twenty feet of its thickness, allowing passage for the head of an army.
‘Like them, exactly like them!’ he mused88. ‘I might have expected it. To build a wall sixty feet high, and put an eighty-foot hole in it! The Naulahka must be lying out on a bush, or a child’s playing with it, and — I can’t get it!’
He plunged through the gap, and found himself amid scattered89 pillars, slabs of stone, broken lintels, and tumbled tombs, and heard a low, thick hiss90 almost under his riding-boots. No man born of woman needs to be instructed in the voice of the serpent.
Tarvin jumped, and stayed still. Fibby’s neigh came faintly now. The dawn-wind blew through the gap in the wall, and Tarvin wiped his forehead with a deep sigh of relief. He would do no more till the light came. This was the hour to eat and drink; also to stand very still, because of that voice from the ground.
He pulled food and a flask91 from his pocket, and, staring before him in every direction, ate hungrily. The loom69 of the night lifted a little, and he could see the outline of some great building a few yards away. Beyond this were other shadows, faint as the visions in a dream — the shadows of yet more temples and lines of houses; the wind, blowing among them, brought back a rustle of tossing hedges.
The shadows grew more distinct: he could see that he was standing92 with his face to some decayed tomb. Then his jaw93 fell, for, without warning or presage94, the red dawn shot up behind him, and there leaped out of the night the city of the dead. Tall-built, sharp-domed palaces, flushing to the colour of blood, revealed the horror of their emptiness, and glared at the day that pierced them through and through.
The wind passed singing down the empty streets, and, finding none to answer, returned, chasing before it a muttering cloud of dust, which presently whirled itself into a little cyclone-funnel, and lay down with a sigh.
A screen of fretted95 marble lay on the dry grass, where it had fallen from some window above, and a gecko crawled over it to sun himself. Already the dawn flush had passed. The hot light was everywhere, and a kite had poised96 himself in the parched97 blue sky. The day, new-born, might have been as old as the city. It seemed to Tarvin that he and it were standing still to hear the centuries race by on the wings of the purposeless dust.
As he took his first step into the streets, a peacock stepped from the threshold of a lofty red house, and spread his tail in the splendour of the sun. Tarvin halted, and with perfect gravity took off his hat to the royal bird, where it blazed against the sculptures on the wall, the sole living thing in sight.
The silence of the place and the insolent98 nakedness of the empty ways lay on him like a dead weight. For a long time he did not care to whistle, but rambled99 aimlessly from one wall to another, looking at the gigantic reservoirs, dry and neglected, the hollow guard-houses that studded the battlements, the time-riven arches that spanned the streets, and, above all, the carven tower with a shattered roof that sprang a hundred and fifty feet into the air, for a sign to the country-side that the royal city of Gunnaur was not dead, but would one day hum with men.
It was from this tower, encrusted with figures in high relief of beast and man, that Tarvin, after a heavy climb, looked out on the vast sleeping land in the midst of which the dead city lay. He saw the road by which he had come in the night, dipping and reappearing again over thirty miles of country, saw the white poppy-fields, the dull-brown scrub, and the unending plain to the northward100, cut by the shining line of the rail. From his eyrie he peered forth4 as a man peers from a crow’s-nest at sea; for, once down there below in the city, all view was cut off by the battlements that rose like bulwarks101. On the side nearest to the railroad, sloping causeways, paved with stone, ran down to the plain under many gates, as the gangway of a ship when it is let down, and through the gaps in the walls — time and the trees had torn their way to and fro — there was nothing to be seen except the horizon, which might have been the deep sea.
He thought of Fibby waiting in the scrub for his breakfast, and made haste to descend63 to the streets again. Remembering the essentials of his talk with Estes as to the position of the Cow’s Mouth, he passed up a side lane, disturbing the squirrels and monkeys that had taken up their quarters in the cool dark of the rows of empty houses. The last house ended in a heap of ruins among a tangle of mimosa and tall grass, through which ran a narrow foot-track.
Tarvin marked the house as the first actual ruin he had seen. His complaint against all the others, the temples and the palaces, was that they were not ruined, but dead — empty, swept, and garnished102, with the seven devils of loneliness in riotous103 possession. In time — in a few thousand years perhaps — the city would crumble104 away. He was distinctly glad that one house at least had set the example.
The path dropped beneath his feet on a shelf of solid rock that curved over like the edge of a waterfall. Tarvin took only one step, and fell, for the rock was worn into deep gutters105, smoother than ice, by the naked feet of millions who had trodden that way for no man knew how many years. When he rose he heard a malignant106 chuckle107, half suppressed, which ended in a choking cough, ceased, and broke out anew. Tarvin registered an oath to find that scoffer108 when he had found the necklace, and looked to his foothold more carefully. At this point it seemed that the Cow’s Mouth must be some sort of disused quarry109 fringed to the lips with rank vegetation.
All sight of what lay below him was blocked by the thick foliage110 of trees that leaned forward, bowing their heads together as night-watchers huddle111 over a corpse112. Once upon a time there had been rude steps leading down the almost sheer descent, but the naked feet had worn them to glassy knobs and lumps, and blown dust had made a thin soil in their chinks. Tarvin looked long and angrily, because the laugh came from the bottom of this track, and then, digging his heel into the mould, began to let himself down step by step, steadying himself by the tufts of grass. Before he had realised it, he was out of reach of the sun, and neck deep in tall grass. Still there was a sort of pathway under his feet, down the almost perpendicular113 side. He gripped the grass, and went on. The earth beneath his elbows grew moist, and the rock where it cropped out showed rotten with moisture and coated with moss114. The air grew cold and damp. Another plunge52 downward revealed to him what the trees were guarding, as he drew breath on a narrow stone ledge115. They sprang from the masonry116 round the sides of a square tank of water so stagnant117 that it had corrupted118 past corruption119, and lay dull blue under the blackness of the trees. The drought of summer had shrunk it, and a bank of dried mud ran round its sides. The head of a sunken stone pillar, carved with monstrous and obscene gods, reared itself from the water like the head of a tortoise swimming to land. The birds moved in the sunlit branches of the trees far overhead. Little twigs120 and berries dropped into the water, and the noise of their fall echoed from side to side of the tank that received no sunlight.
The chuckle that had so annoyed Tarvin broke out again as he listened. This time it was behind him, and wheeling sharply, he saw that it came from a thin stream of water that spurted121 fitfully from the rudely carved head of a cow, and dripped along a stone spout122 into the heavy blue pool. Behind that spout the moss-grown rock rose sheer. This, then, was the Cow’s Mouth.
The tank lay at the bottom of a shaft123, and the one way down to it was that by which Tarvin had come — a path that led from the sunlight to the chill and mould of a vault124.
‘Well, this is kind of the King, anyhow,’ he said, pacing the ledge cautiously, for it was almost as slippery as the pathway on the rocks. ‘Now, what’s the use of this?’ he continued, returning. The ledge ran only round one side of the tank, and, unless he trusted to the mudbanks on the other three, there was no hope of continuing his exploration further. The Cow’s Mouth chuckled125 again, as a fresh jet of water forced its way through the formless jaws126.
‘Oh, dry up!‘he muttered impatiently, staring through the half light that veiled all.
He dropped a piece of rock on the mud under the lip of the ledge, then tested it with a cautious foot, found that it bore, and decided to walk round the tank. As there were more trees to the right of the ledge than to the left, he stepped off on the mud from the right, holding cautiously to the branches and the tufts of grass in case of any false step.
When the tank was first made its rock walls had been perfectly127 perpendicular, but time and weather and the war of the tree roots had broken and scarred the stone in a thousand places, giving a scant128 foothold here and there.
Tarvin crept along the right side of the tank, resolved, whatever might come, to go round it. The gloom deepened as he came directly under the largest fig-tree, throwing a thousand arms across the water, and buttressing129 the rock with snake-like roots as thick as a man’s body. Here, sitting on a root, he rested and looked at the ledge. The sun, shooting down the path that he had trampled130 through the tall grass, threw one patch of light on the discoloured marble of the ledge and on the blunt muzzle131 of the cow’s head but where Tarvin rested under the fig-tree there was darkness, and an intolerable scent66 of musk132. The blue water was not inviting133 to watch; he turned his face inward to the rock and the trees, and looking up, caught the emerald-green of a parrot’s wing moving among the upper branches. Never in his life had Tarvin so acutely desired the blessed sunshine. He was cold and damp, and conscious that a gentle breeze was blowing in his face from between the snaky tree roots.
It was the sense of space more than actual sight that told him that there was a passage before him shrouded134 by the roots on which he sat, and it was his racial instinct of curiosity rather than any love of adventure that led him to throw himself at the darkness, which parted before and closed behind him. He could feel that his feet were treading on cut stone overlaid with a thin layer of dried mud, and, extending his arms, found masonry on either side. Then he lighted a match, and, congratulated himself that his ignorance of cows’ mouths had not led him to bring a lantern with him. The first match flickered135 in the draught136 and went out, and before the flame had died he heard a sound in front of him like the shivering backward draw of a wave on a pebbly137 beach. The noise was not inspiriting, but Tarvin pressed on for a few steps, looking back to see that the dull glimmer138 of the outer day was still behind him, and lighted another match, guarding it with his hands. At his next step he shuddered139 from head to foot. His heel had crashed through a skull140 on the ground.
The match showed him that he had quitted the passage, and was standing in a black space of unknown dimensions. He fancied that he saw the outline of a pillar, or rows of pillars, flickering141 drunkenly in the gloom, and was all too sure that the ground beneath him was strewn with bones. Then he became aware of pale emerald eyes watching him fixedly142, and perceived that there was deep breathing in the place other than his own. He flung the match down, the eyes retreated, there was a wild rattle143 and crash in the darkness, a howl that might have been bestial144 or human, and Tarvin, panting between the tree roots, swung himself to the left, and fled back over the mud-banks to the ledge, where he stood, his back to the Cow’s Mouth and his revolver in his hand.
In that moment of waiting for what might emerge from the hole in the side of the tank, Tarvin tasted all the agonies of pure physical terror. Then he noted145 with the tail of his eye that a length of mud-bank to his left — half the mud-bank, in fact — was moving slowly into the water. It floated slowly across the tank, a long welt of filth146 and slime. Nothing came out of the hole between the fig-tree roots, but the mud-bank grounded under the ledge almost at Tarvin’s feet, and opened horny eyelids147, heavy with green slime.
The Western man is familiar with many strange things, but the alligator148 does not come within the common range of his experiences. A second time Tarvin moved from point to point without being able to explain the steps he took to that end. He found himself sitting in the sunshine at the head of the slippery path that led downwards149. His hands were full of the wholesome150 jungle grass and the clean dry dust. He could see the dead city about him, and he felt that it was home.
The Cow’s Mouth chuckled and choked out of sight as it had chuckled since the making of the tank, and that was at the making of time. A man, old, crippled, and all but naked, came through the high grass leading a little kid, and calling mechanically from time to time, ‘Ao, Bhai! Ao!’ ‘Come, brother! Come!’ Tarvin marvelled151 first at his appearance on earth at all, and next that he could so unconcernedly descend the path to the darkness and the horror below. He did not know that the sacred crocodile of the Cow’s Mouth was waiting for his morning meal, as he had waited in the days when Gunnaur was peopled, and its queens never dreamed of death.
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alligator
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| n.短吻鳄(一种鳄鱼) | |
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downwards
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wholesome
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| adj.适合；卫生的；有益健康的；显示身心健康的 | |
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| v.惊奇，对…感到惊奇( marvel的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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