“Now, Gagool,” said I, in a low voice — somehow one did not dare to speak above a whisper in that place —“lead us to the chamber6.”
The old witch promptly7 scrambled down from the table.
“My lords are not afraid?” she said, leering up into my face.
“Lead on.”
“Good, my lords;” and she hobbled round to the back of the great Death. “Here is the chamber; let my lords light the lamp, and enter,” and she placed the gourd8 full of oil upon the floor, and leaned herself against the side of the cave. I took out a match, of which we had still a few in a box, and lit a rush wick, and then looked for the doorway9, but there was nothing before us except the solid rock. Gagool grinned. “The way is there, my lords. Ha! ha! ha!”
“Do not jest with us,” I said sternly.
“I jest not, my lords. See!” and she pointed10 at the rock.
As she did so, on holding up the lamp we perceived that a mass of stone was rising slowly from the floor and vanishing into the rock above, where doubtless there is a cavity prepared to receive it. The mass was of the width of a good-sized door, about ten feet high and not less than five feet thick. It must have weighed at least twenty or thirty tons, and was clearly moved upon some simple balance principle of counter-weights, probably the same as that by which the opening and shutting of an ordinary modern window is arranged. How the principle was set in motion, of course none of us saw; Gagool was careful to avoid this; but I have little doubt that there was some very simple lever, which was moved ever so little by pressure at a secret spot, thereby11 throwing additional weight on to the hidden counter-balances, and causing the monolith to be lifted from the ground.
Very slowly and gently the great stone raised itself, till at last it had vanished altogether, and a dark hole presented itself to us in the place which the door had filled.
Our excitement was so intense, as we saw the way to Solomon’s treasure chamber thrown open at last, that I for one began to tremble and shake. Would it prove a hoax12 after all, I wondered, or was old Da Silvestra right? Were there vast hoards13 of wealth hidden in that dark place, hoards which would make us the richest men in the whole world? We should know in a minute or two.
“Enter, white men from the Stars,” said Gagool, advancing into the doorway; “but first hear your servant, Gagool the old. The bright stones that ye will see were dug out of the pit over which the Silent Ones are set, and stored here, I know not by whom, for that was done longer ago than even I remember. But once has this place been entered since the time that those who hid the stones departed in haste, leaving them behind. The report of the treasure went down indeed among the people who lived in the country from age to age, but none knew where the chamber was, nor the secret of the door. But it happened that a white man reached this country from over the mountains — perchance he too came ‘from the Stars’— and was well received by the king of that day. He it is who sits yonder,” and she pointed to the fifth king at the table of the Dead. “And it came to pass that he and a woman of the country who was with him journeyed to this place, and that by chance the woman learnt the secret of the door — a thousand years might ye search, but ye should never find that secret. Then the white man entered with the woman, and found the stones, and filled with stones the skin of a small goat, which the woman had with her to hold food. And as he was going from the chamber he took up one more stone, a large one, and held it in his hand.”
Here she paused.
“Well,” I asked, breathless with interest as we all were, “what happened to Da Silvestra?”
The old hag started at the mention of the name.
“How knowest thou the dead man’s name?” she asked sharply; and then, without waiting for an answer, went on —
“None can tell what happened; but it came about that the white man was frightened, for he flung down the goat-skin, with the stones, and fled out with only the one stone in his hand, and that the king took, and it is the stone which thou, Macumazahn, didst take from Twala’s brow.”
“Have none entered here since?” I asked, peering again down the dark passage.
“None, my lords. Only the secret of the door has been kept, and every king has opened it, though he has not entered. There is a saying, that those who enter there will die within a moon, even as the white man died in the cave upon the mountain, where ye found him, Macumazahn, and therefore the kings do not enter. Ha! ha! mine are true words.”
Our eyes met as she said it, and I turned sick and cold. How did the old hag know all these things?
“Enter, my lords. If I speak truth, the goat-skin with the stones will lie upon the floor; and if there is truth as to whether it is death to enter here, that ye will learn afterwards. Ha! ha! ha!” and she hobbled through the doorway, bearing the light with her; but I confess that once more I hesitated about following.
“Oh, confound it all!” said Good; “here goes. I am not going to be frightened by that old devil;” and followed by Foulata, who, however, evidently did not at all like the business, for she was shivering with fear, he plunged14 into the passage after Gagool — an example which we quickly followed.
A few yards down the passage, in the narrow way hewn out of the living rock, Gagool had paused, and was waiting for us.
“See, my lords,” she said, holding the light before her, “those who stored the treasure here fled in haste, and bethought them to guard against any who should find the secret of the door, but had not the time,” and she pointed to large square blocks of stone, which, to the height of two courses (about two feet three), had been placed across the passage with a view to walling it up. Along the side of the passage were similar blocks ready for use, and, most curious of all, a heap of mortar15 and a couple of trowels, which tools, so far as we had time to examine them, appeared to be of a similar shape and make to those used by workmen to this day.
Here Foulata, who had been in a state of great fear and agitation16 throughout, said that she felt faint and could go no farther, but would wait there. Accordingly we set her down on the unfinished wall, placing the basket of provisions by her side, and left her to recover.
Following the passage for about fifteen paces farther, we came suddenly to an elaborately painted wooden door. It was standing17 wide open. Whoever was last there had either not found the time to shut it, or had forgotten to do so.
Across the threshold of this door lay a skin bag, formed of a goat-skin, that appeared to be full of pebbles18.
“Hee! hee! white men,” sniggered Gagool, as the light from the lamp fell upon it. “What did I tell you, that the white man who came here fled in haste, and dropped the woman’s bag — behold19 it! Look within also and ye will find a water-gourd amongst the stones.”
Good stooped down and lifted it. It was heavy and jingled20.
“By Jove! I believe it’s full of diamonds,” he said, in an awed21 whisper; and, indeed, the idea of a small goat-skin full of diamonds is enough to awe22 anybody.
“Go on,” said Sir Henry impatiently. “Here, old lady, give me the lamp,” and taking it from Gagool’s hand, he stepped through the doorway and held it high above his head.
We pressed in after him, forgetful for the moment of the bag of diamonds, and found ourselves in King Solomon’s treasure chamber.
At first, all that the somewhat faint light given by the lamp revealed was a room hewn out of the living rock, and apparently23 not more than ten feet square. Next there came into sight, stored one on the other to the arch of the roof, a splendid collection of elephant-tusks24. How many of them there were we did not know, for of course we could not see to what depth they went back, but there could not have been less than the ends of four or five hundred tusks of the first quality visible to our eyes. There, alone, was enough ivory to make a man wealthy for life. Perhaps, I thought, it was from this very store that Solomon drew the raw material for his “great throne of ivory,” of which “there was not the like made in any kingdom.”
On the opposite side of the chamber were about a score of wooden boxes, something like Martini–Henry ammunition25 boxes, only rather larger, and painted red.
“There are the diamonds,” cried I; “bring the light.”
Sir Henry did so, holding it close to the top box, of which the lid, rendered rotten by time even in that dry place, appeared to have been smashed in, probably by Da Silvestra himself. Pushing my hand through the hole in the lid I drew it out full, not of diamonds, but of gold pieces, of a shape that none of us had seen before, and with what looked like Hebrew characters stamped upon them.
“Ah!” I said, replacing the coin, “we shan’t go back empty-handed, anyhow. There must be a couple of thousand pieces in each box, and there are eighteen boxes. I suppose this was the money to pay the workmen and merchants.”
“Well,” put in Good, “I think that is the lot; I don’t see any diamonds, unless the old Portuguese26 put them all into his bag.”
“Let my lords look yonder where it is darkest, if they would find the stones,” said Gagool, interpreting our looks. “There my lords will find a nook, and three stone chests in the nook, two sealed and one open.”
Before translating this to Sir Henry, who carried the light, I could not resist asking how she knew these things, if no one had entered the place since the white man, generations ago.
“Ah, Macumazahn, the watcher by night,” was the mocking answer, “ye who dwell in the stars, do ye not know that some live long, and that some have eyes which can see through rock? Ha! ha! ha!”
“Look in that corner, Curtis,” I said, indicating the spot Gagool had pointed out.
“Hullo, you fellows,” he cried, “here’s a recess27. Great heavens! see here.”
We hurried up to where he was standing in a nook, shaped something like a small bow window. Against the wall of this recess were placed three stone chests, each about two feet square. Two were fitted with stone lids, the lid of the third rested against the side of the chest, which was open.
“See!” he repeated hoarsely28, holding the lamp over the open chest. We looked, and for a moment could make nothing out, on account of a silvery sheen which dazzled us. When our eyes grew used to it we saw that the chest was three-parts full of uncut diamonds, most of them of considerable size. Stooping, I picked some up. Yes, there was no doubt of it, there was the unmistakable soapy feel about them.
I fairly gasped29 as I dropped them.
“We are the richest men in the whole world,” I said. “Monte Christo was a fool to us.”
“We shall flood the market with diamonds,” said Good.
“Got to get them there first,” suggested Sir Henry.
We stood still with pale faces and stared at each other, the lantern in the middle and the glimmering31 gems32 below, as though we were conspirators33 about to commit a crime, instead of being, as we thought, the most fortunate men on earth.
“Hee! hee! hee!” cackled old Gagool behind us, as she flitted about like a vampire34 bat. “There are the bright stones ye love, white men, as many as ye will; take them, run them through your fingers, eat of them, hee! hee! drink of them, ha! ha!”
At that moment there was something so ridiculous to my mind at the idea of eating and drinking diamonds, that I began to laugh outrageously35, an example which the others followed, without knowing why. There we stood and shrieked36 with laughter over the gems that were ours, which had been found for us thousands of years ago by the patient delvers in the great hole yonder, and stored for us by Solomon’s long-dead overseer, whose name, perchance, was written in the characters stamped on the faded wax that yet adhered to the lids of the chest. Solomon never got them, nor David, or Da Silvestra, nor anybody else. We had got them: there before us were millions of pounds’ worth of diamonds, and thousands of pounds’ worth of gold and ivory only waiting to be taken away.
Suddenly the fit passed off, and we stopped laughing.
“Open the other chests, white men,” croaked38 Gagool, “there are surely more therein. Take your fill, white lords! Ha! ha! take your fill.”
Thus adjured39, we set to work to pull up the stone lids on the other two, first — not without a feeling of sacrilege — breaking the seals that fastened them.
Hoorah! they were full too, full to the brim; at least, the second one was; no wretched burglarious Da Silvestra had been filling goat-skins out of that. As for the third chest, it was only about a fourth full, but the stones were all picked ones; none less than twenty carats, and some of them as large as pigeon-eggs. A good many of these bigger ones, however, we could see by holding them up to the light, were a little yellow, “off coloured,” as they call it at Kimberley.
What we did not see, however, was the look of fearful malevolence40 that old Gagool favoured us with as she crept, crept like a snake, out of the treasure chamber and down the passage towards the door of solid rock.
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Hark! Cry upon cry comes ringing up the vaulted41 path. It is Foulata’s voice!
“Oh, Bougwan! help! help! the stone falls!”
“Leave go, girl! Then —”
“Help! help! she has stabbed me!”
By now we are running down the passage, and this is what the light from the lamp shows us. The door of the rock is closing down slowly; it is not three feet from the floor. Near it struggle Foulata and Gagool. The red blood of the former runs to her knee, but still the brave girl holds the old witch, who fights like a wild cat. Ah! she is free! Foulata falls, and Gagool throws herself on the ground, to twist like a snake through the crack of the closing stone. She is under — ah! god! too late! too late! The stone nips her, and she yells in agony. Down, down it comes, all the thirty tons of it, slowly pressing her old body against the rock below. Shriek37 upon shriek, such as we have never heard, then a long sickening crunch43, and the door was shut just as, rushing down the passage, we hurled44 ourselves against it.
It was all done in four seconds.
Then we turned to Foulata. The poor girl was stabbed in the body, and I saw that she could not live long.
“Ah! Bougwan, I die!” gasped the beautiful creature. “She crept out — Gagool; I did not see her, I was faint — and the door began to fall; then she came back, and was looking up the path — I saw her come in through the slowly falling door, and caught her and held her, and she stabbed me, and I die, Bougwan!”
“Poor girl! poor girl!” Good cried in his distress45; and then, as he could do nothing else, he fell to kissing her.
“Bougwan,” she said, after a pause, “is Macumazahn there? It grows so dark, I cannot see.”
“Here I am, Foulata.”
“Macumazahn, be my tongue for a moment, I pray thee, for Bougwan cannot understand me, and before I go into the darkness I would speak to him a word.”
“Say on, Foulata, I will render it.”
“Say to my lord, Bougwan, that — I love him, and that I am glad to die because I know that he cannot cumber46 his life with such as I am, for the sun may not mate with the darkness, nor the white with the black.
“Say that, since I saw him, at times I have felt as though there were a bird in my bosom47, which would one day fly hence and sing elsewhere. Even now, though I cannot lift my hand, and my brain grows cold, I do not feel as though my heart were dying; it is so full of love that it could live ten thousand years, and yet be young. Say that if I live again, mayhap I shall see him in the Stars, and that — I will search them all, though perchance there I should still be black and he would — still be white. Say — nay48, Macumazahn, say no more, save that I love — Oh, hold me closer, Bougwan, I cannot feel thine arms — oh! oh!”
“She is dead — she is dead!” muttered Good, rising in grief, the tears running down his honest face.
“You need not let that trouble you, old fellow,” said Sir Henry.
“Eh!” exclaimed Good; “what do you mean?”
“I mean that you will soon be in a position to join her. Man, don’t you see that we are buried alive?”
Until Sir Henry uttered these words I do not think that the full horror of what had happened had come home to us, preoccupied49 as we were with the sight of poor Foulata’s end. But now we understood. The ponderous50 mass of rock had closed, probably for ever, for the only brain which knew its secret was crushed to powder beneath its weight. This was a door that none could hope to force with anything short of dynamite51 in large quantities. And we were on the wrong side!
For a few minutes we stood horrified52, there over the corpse53 of Foulata. All the manhood seemed to have gone out of us. The first shock of this idea of the slow and miserable54 end that awaited us was overpowering. We saw it all now; that fiend Gagool had planned this snare55 for us from the first.
It would have been just the jest that her evil mind would have rejoiced in, the idea of the three white men, whom, for some reason of her own, she had always hated, slowly perishing of thirst and hunger in the company of the treasure they had coveted56. Now I saw the point of that sneer57 of hers about eating and drinking the diamonds. Probably somebody had tried to serve the poor old Dom in the same way, when he abandoned the skin full of jewels.
“This will never do,” said Sir Henry hoarsely; “the lamp will soon go out. Let us see if we can’t find the spring that works the rock.”
We sprang forward with desperate energy, and, standing in a bloody58 ooze59, began to feel up and down the door and the sides of the passage. But no knob or spring could we discover.
“Depend on it,” I said, “it does not work from the inside; if it did Gagool would not have risked trying to crawl underneath60 the stone. It was the knowledge of this that made her try to escape at all hazards, curse her.”
“At all events,” said Sir Henry, with a hard little laugh, “retribution was swift; hers was almost as awful an end as ours is likely to be. We can do nothing with the door; let us go back to the treasure room.”
We turned and went, and as we passed it I perceived by the unfinished wall across the passage the basket of food which poor Foulata had carried. I took it up, and brought it with me to the accursed treasure chamber that was to be our grave. Then we returned and reverently61 bore in Foulata’s corpse, laying it on the floor by the boxes of coin.
Next we seated ourselves, leaning our backs against the three stone chests which contained the priceless treasure.
“Let us divide the food,” said Sir Henry, “so as to make it last as long as possible.” Accordingly we did so. It would, we reckoned, make four infinitesimally small meals for each of us, enough, say, to support life for a couple of days. Besides the “biltong,” or dried game-flesh, there were two gourds62 of water, each of which held not more than a quart.
“Now,” said Sir Henry grimly, “let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.”
We each ate a small portion of the “biltong,” and drank a sip63 of water. Needless to say, we had but little appetite, though we were sadly in need of food, and felt better after swallowing it. Then we got up and made a systematic64 examination of the walls of our prison-house, in the faint hope of finding some means of exit, sounding them and the floor carefully.
There was none. It was not probable that there would be any to a treasure chamber.
The lamp began to burn dim. The fat was nearly exhausted65.
“Quatermain,” said Sir Henry, “what is the time — your watch goes?”
I drew it out, and looked at it. It was six o’clock; we had entered the cave at eleven.
“Infadoos will miss us,” I suggested. “If we do not return to-night he will search for us in the morning, Curtis.”
“He may search in vain. He does not know the secret of the door, nor even where it is. No living person knew it yesterday, except Gagool. To-day no one knows it. Even if he found the door he could not break it down. All the Kukuana army could not break through five feet of living rock. My friends, I see nothing for it but to bow ourselves to the will of the Almighty66. The search for treasure has brought many to a bad end; we shall go to swell67 their number.”
The lamp grew dimmer yet.
Presently it flared68 up and showed the whole scene in strong relief, the great mass of white tusks, the boxes of gold, the corpse of the poor Foulata stretched before them, the goat-skin full of treasure, the dim glimmer30 of the diamonds, and the wild, wan42 faces of us three white men seated there awaiting death by starvation.
Then the flame sank and expired.
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