Son of Power Part 6

Early next morning Cadman got a telegram calling him to Calcutta; and afterward to England.

"We'll take time to do this big thing first, though," he said, putting the wire into Skag's hand. "They want me sooner--as you see; but they'll get me later. Come away and I'll send word to that effect."

Skag was realising what it would have meant to him, if Cadman had failed; so he asked--vaguely--something about the Rose-pearl.

"Don't let yourself get interested in her, son. That family is like a secret sanctuary; and she is the holy thing behind the altar. She's unattainable."

CHAPTER III

_Son of Power (Continued)_

They left the train at Sehora and struck out through rough country, following d.i.c.kson Sahib's directions. They camped in full jungle--wild beast voices ringing through the night.

Next day they came into a valley like Eden, nourished by a small river.

On its banks--near a mud-walled, gra.s.s-thatched village--Cadman discovered a devout man of great learning, who rested on the path of a long pilgrimage. The devout man was approachable and spoke perfect English; so they asked him about the land ahead.

"The Gra.s.s Jungle, sons? It is the place of secret ways. Only the very innocent of men-things dwell there; those not soiled by the wisdom of evil. To the wise of the world, it is the place of plague and pestilence and fear; and swift death by heat--and the shedding of blood. Past all else--to such--it is the place of the shedding of blood."

He stopped a moment, musing; then in softer tones went on:

"The days are all still there. The creature-mult.i.tude sleeps in hidden lairs--black and gold and brown and grey--all veiled in golden gloom.

The little men-things go their ways, on their own man-paths, which they only know; remember this--they only know.

"When you go in, they will send boys with you from one village to the next; but only in the early hours, or in the late hours of day. See that you do not persuade them otherwise. The full-day heat is called 'blight'

because it robs men of their wits."

Skag scarcely breathed, till the Learned spoke again.

"At night--I speak who know--at night the earth rises up to the heavens on the voices of the wild and the ears of the G.o.ds are offended.

Creatures go out on their own paths--as the men-things go on theirs by day. They rend and contend, they kill and are killed; but they do not cease till dawn."

The devout man's head sank low upon his breast and he was very still.

"It's romance, Skag," whispered Cadman, "but that's not saying it's our romance. The man's off again in his abstractions; but I'm going to try once more."

Skag nodded.

Touching the wise man's foot with reverence and speaking in the form of utmost respect, Cadman asked:

"Is it well that we go in? We search for one who sings as the super-human sing; we search for the sake of sick hearts--her heart and others. Is it well?"

The eyes that lifted were not abstract; they were very deep and keen.

Both the Americans felt winnowed before he spoke again.

"Ignorance is not good, but innocence is the supreme defence. If it is the will of the beneficent G.o.ds that you find the unmothered woman of great beauty in time, then it shall be so. But be patient. Move slowly through the little peoples, forgetting your search--I say forgetting your search, as you go. Be kind; haste will not delay the sacrifice--kindness may. The way lies before you. Peace."

Cadman rose at once. They had been dismissed with a benediction; nothing further could be obtained. Otherwise Skag would have been a question-mark before that poor old man till morning.

"But he knows!"

The words seemed wrung out of Skag, as they sat apart.

"He does; there's no gamble about that. But if we challenge him, the chances are--he'll revoke that benediction!" Cadman speculated whimsically. "Then we'll have all the people against us--which is to say, every prospect of success would go glimmering. No, there's nothing for it but to go ahead, as fast as we can--slowly."

"But what do you suppose he meant by 'forgetting'?" Skag asked. "That we mustn't let the natives know we're looking for her?"

"I believe you've got it!" Cadman a.s.sented.

"Then I've forgotten!" Skag said with decision.

"I will have forgotten, by morning," Cadman answered.

They were on their way as soon as it was light enough to see their compa.s.s. They slept at two villages; and early the third day came out of sketchy mountains into full view of the great Gra.s.s Jungle itself. In long low waves, it billowed away from them to the dim rugged line of Vindha against the sky. It looked like ma.s.sed plumes of feathers--all golden-green.

That day they walked down toward it with few words. To Skag it was perfectly natural enchantment--veiling the mystery of Dhoop Ki Dhil. He never thought of it as a death-trap for himself.

Under the late afternoon sun, the rolling waves of golden-green took on an aspect of measureless distance; clean reaches, absolutely unbroken by anything save their own majestic undulations. The most innocent landscape on earth, more enticing than the sand-desert--its softer mystery breathed forth the faint searching perfume of growing things.

Its undertone was well-being. Its overtone was peace.

"Do you suppose they're doing any harm to her, in there?" Cadman asked.

"No," Skag answered, but his face was grim as he spoke.

When they came into it, they found not gra.s.s but bamboo, twelve to sixteen feet high, standing root to root. They camped at a village in its edge; and before they slept, twenty lads were ready to lead them in the man-paths, next morning.

The villages had not been visible from the mountain-side, being solidly double-thatched with bamboo. Garden and fruit-stuffs were underneath; and animals for milk and b.u.t.ter.

The people were semi-primitive. Physical degeneration was not found.

Indeed their bodily perfection was extraordinary. In mind, they were like children; happy and friendly, joyful to teach all they knew--joyful to show all they had. The days rang with clean, childish laughter; but there was no philosophy. There was no deep concern, no lasting grief, no hate.

"Skag, my son," said Cadman solemnly, "if a man really wants to depart from sin--this is the place to come!"

By this time they had pa.s.sed through several villages, camping under double-thatch and inside heavy stockade guards. Being unable to release himself from the thrall of his life-quest, even while every element of his manhood was deep in the thrall of a "singing nautch-girl--undefamed--" Skag's trained ears had been extending his education in what was the cult of cults to him. He had listened longer than Cadman at night, to those voices of the wild by which the ears of the G.o.ds are offended.

Surely his secret consciousness--during those night-watches--had grappled with the unknown ahead, reaching impatient fingers to find and save Dhoop Ki Dhil in time. But he let no flicker of that thought colour his answer.

"I don't know," he said dubiously, "if I'm not mistaken, I've heard some sinful language at night."

As they got further in, two names attracted their attention--spoken together like one word--Dhoop Kichari-lal and Koob Soonder. Of course Koob Soonder--Utterly Beautiful--they first thought could mean none other than the Bombay nautch-girl whom they sought--yet later they were to learn the truth. But the last part of the first name--Kichari-lal--they did not know. Yet no one would interpret it to them; the innocent people looked frightened when they asked.

Still, the name recurred; and like following golden threads through meshes of green--all this life was gold and green--they became fascinated by the tracing of it.

Then they heard of a man who "knew everything and was able to tell it."

They found him strangely clothed in soft brown, surrounded by youngsters; and asked for all he knew about Dhoop Kichari-lal and Koob Soonder.

(Their request would have been made in different form, if they had recognised his order at first glance.) He eyed them keenly, before speaking: