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DACOBRA OR THE WHITE PRIESTS OF AHRIMAN. By HARRIS BURLAND. [COPYRIGHT. ] CHAPTER XII. (Continued). Before long they had passed out of the moon- light into the shadow of the great cliff, and the animal became only a blurred white speck in the darkness. But tne man kept his eye fixed upon it, as it danced before him like some will o' the wisp, and in a few minutes a solid wall of rock nearly one thousand feet in height rose within a couple of yards of him. The animal stopped for a few seconds and touched the rock with its paw then it scampered along to the left, and the man followed until they reached an opening. It was a narrow chasm no more than twenty feet in -%vititli-a iiiert-, ,I)Iit in the ()f,,toile, ts though the mountain had been dropped on the earth and cracked in two. The animal disappeared into the darkness ot the gorge, but the man kept close behind it. The two walls rose on each side of him to so great a height that the moonlit sky above looked no more than a thread of dark blue across the blackness. He could not see an inch before his face, and only the soft patter of little feet and the occasional crunch of small pebbles told him that his guide was still moving before him. He laid one hand on the smooth wall of the rock and felt his way cautiously. It was no easy journey in the abso- lute darkness lie continually struck his foot against large stones and stumbled to his knees and now and then he encountered sharp project- ing points of rock that cut into his llesh. But, torn and bleeding, lie went slowly on, and though his limbs dragged wearily, he seemed to be ani- mated by some indomitable purpose. Suddenly he fell over a large boulder and one of his hands touched something soft and furry. His guide had evidently stopped, and was close to Iiiiii. Rising to his feet lie spread out both his arms, and to his surprise, touched the rock on each side. He had not noticed how the gorge had narrowed, for while moving lie had only kept his hand on one side. It was not more than live feet in width at this point. The animal made a curious little chattering noise, and he waited to see if it would move on. "When about a minute had elapsed, he stooped down and again his hand encountered the soft fur it was evident that it was going no further down he ravine. He began to feel all round him for some open- ing, but there was apparently nothing but solid rock. Then again he touched the animal, but this time it was on a level with his head and cling- ing to the rock. He understood that he had to ascend. He felt carefully, and found that it was perched upon an iron bar driven firmly into the stone, tn(I projecting from it about eight inches. There were no other bars below it, but drawing iiim-self up with both hands he found another above and managed to seenre a foothold on the first one. Then he commenced the ascent. The bars were set one after the other about a foot apart. It was child's play after what lie had gone through, and no more diflicult than walking up a ladder. He ascended quite five hundred feet, then, as he reached one of his hands up to catch hold of the next bar he encountered nothing. He moved his hand a little to the left towards the face of the rock and still there was nothing but feeling cautiously about, he touched a small soft paw, and found that the animal was sitting upon the floor of some opening in the cliff. He quickly dambered into the tunnel-for such it, rose cautiously to his feet. He found that he could stand upright and touch the roek on both sides. The darkness was absolute and the silence only broken by his own footsteps as lie made his way slowly into the heart of the moun- tain. But when he had proceeded about a quarter of a mile, he heard the sound of hundreds of little voices in the distance. He stopped to listen. The sound came rapidly closer and closer, and with it the noise of hundreds of little footfalls pattering and scratching on the rocks. Then, as lie moved on, innumerable little soft things began to bump against his legs and hamper his progress. Some of them clambered np his body, swinging themselves on to his shoulders, clinging to his arm- and fingering the straw basket. One even perched itself on his head and pawed his hair and eyes. He stopped, and, for the first time on his jour- ney a sickening sense of fear came over him. He knew what they were—merely a swarm of harm- less monkeys. He was a Hindoo, and had seen many thousands of them in his own country; but lie knew that no monkeys were to be found in Persia, and this fact, combined with the darkness and the sense of ltis hclplcs" position in the heart, of these many million tons of rock, began to work upon his nerves. Besides, he felt a shrinking dis- gust at being literally overrun by all these animals. The air was heavy with the smell of them as he moved, he seemed to plough through a sea of fur he carefully shuffled his feet along the floor and pushed them aside, squealing and chattering, only to have them pressing in again more closely and thickly than before. And no sooner did one spring from his shoulder than another ran swiftly up his back and took its place. At last lie could stand it no longer, and standing still, he struck out with his hands, and cried aloud with fear. The noise and chattering only redoubled, and they sprang so thickly upon him that lie sank to his knees. Then lie heard the sound of something like a human laugh, and before he could cry out a second time there was a swift rush of animals past him, the pattering of feet died away in the distance and he was alone again in the darkness. He rose to his feet panting and gasping for breath, and stretched out his hand to lean against (he wall—but his fingers touched nothing. He moved several yards in every direction,groping for something solid, and lifted his hand above his head. But all the rock seemed to have van- ished, except that which lay beneath his feet. The roof above him might have been the roof of heaven, only lie knew that no sky was ever so dark as that inky blackness. Then an idea siezed him, for he was not without resource. He gave a sharp cry and listened. The sound echoed and re-echoed, and seemed to reverberate from rock to rock in the distance, until it died away in a low murmur. His keen ear told him something of what he wished to know, and he realized that he was in some enormous cavern, stretching far away on all sides and rising above his head to a height of probably several hundred feet. But that was not the only answer to his cry. For. scarcely had the echoes died when lie heard a small laugh close behind him. "Who art thou ?" cried a clear voice, speaking in the Zend language the ancient tongue of Persia. "And why dost thou cry aloud in the of ? I am Deva Dacobra, the Hindoo," the man answered in the same tongue. Whom dost thou scel the voice asked. I seek the Priests of Ahriman." "The temple of Ahriman is here, and we are liis servants, and we do his t\iU,"the voice con- tinued. hy hast thou cime For the gift of life, as Znki, the son of Hasan, told me." It is weH-if thou wilt pay the price ? I will pay the price," the man answered," and will do it gladly.As he spoke, a hand touched his arm by the elbow and slid down to the wrist. The hand was cold and hard like a hand of bone, but the man did not Hindi, though the grip tight- ened on his lles)i like a \ic6- "Thy hand is in mine, said the voice, "and thou wilt speak the truth. Hast thou prayed to Him whom thou knowest of. I have prayed thrice three hundred prayers." And thy fife -has, thou lived it faithfully and fruitfully for him ? I have earnestly tried to do so." Hast thou slain ? The blood of seven deaths is on the hand you hold. Is it the blood of the innocent?" They innocent and harmless to me and mine." the man answered. "Hast thou defrauded the widow and the orphan? Hast thou betrayed thy friend ? Hast thou been VL scourgc ami ;i strife to <ill tlij l«ind { My name is cursed by all who know me." By all, Dacobra?" the voice repeated, and the bony fingers tightened on his pulse. The man was silent <in<l his liana tried to shake itself free. Answer, Dacobra, the voice said sternly. By all but one, the man said in a low voice. Is there any living soul who can recall one kind word, one gentle action of tliiiie ? There is one," the man s(ti(I between his teetli. the VOIce replied. Still it it is were better for hee if there were not one." The man's muscles tightened and lie drew himself up to his full height. I am a man," he cried, though for this one thing I have made myself less human than the jackals that prowl about these mountains. SiijcQ « I was fourteen years of age and I exchanged my soul for wisdom, my life has been a curse to all who knew me my path has been a path of hre and sword, of robbery and violence, of deceit and dishonour, of broken faith and shameful lust. My father died by my hand, cursing me with his last breath. My mother fled the house a shrieking maniac, when she saw his blood upon my hand, and the great river that bore her body to the sea was more merciful to her than 1. My sister starved upon the mountain rather than be near me. I have been hunted as a beast of prey, but [ have rent the hunter in pieces. And all this have I done for the love of wisdom and the reward thou canst give me. Yet I am still a man, and there was one I could not harm; for she has shared my soul with the love of knowledge—and I love her." L Her name," the voice asked sternly. Zuhrah, the daughter of Sadik the silver- smith. But there was only one—there was oiiij- one. "It is well," said the voice, "and those who give their lives to the pursuit of knowledge shall have their reward. Come with me." Da- cobra felt a pressure upon his arm. and followed where he was led into the darkness. The voice spoke 110 more to him, and when he had gone a few hundred yards he felt the fingers loosen on his arm and he was told not to move from the place where he stood. Then the foot- steps died away in the distance, and lie was alone. Before many minutes had elapsed, however, he heard the sound of several feet coming towards him, and as they came nearer he heard voices, and heard too, the sound of something being dragged along the floor towards him. Then, one by one, the people—whoever they were—began to pass him, and as each passed, he felt the touch of a small cold hand upon his arm. He counted sixty-two, and then the sixty-third grasped his hand and stopped. e are here, Dacobra the circle is complete," said the voice, and he recognized it as the voice he had heard before. "thou standest in the presence of the Givers of Life. In the darkness we were born, in the darkness have we lived, in the darkness we shall live forever." (II darkness we were born, in darkness have we lived, in darkness we shall live forever," repeated the other voices, and the man realized from the sound that they formed a circle round him. .I,ri,ot, hast come for the gift of a life. Dost thou know the price? "The price of my soul and of my own life, when 1 am dead." Dost thou understand that thy life, even as this life we give thee, will pass from form to form forever that we bestow it where we will: that it is ours, and that there will be no sleep for thee after death, and no rest for all eternity ? 1 understand." "Host thou understand that this life is given into thy power for but sixty-three years, and that at the end of these years we shall claim it from thee again ?" 1 understand." Dost thou swear to pay the price willingly when the time shall come ? I swear it, the man answered. "Kneel at my feet and place my hand to thy hps and swear it by him whose servants we are. "Dacobra placed the cold skinny hand to his mouth, and it seemed to him to taste of blood. Then he swore the oath. As he did so, lie felt a dozen hands laid upon his head, and a shudder passed through his frame. Rise, Deva Dacobra," said the voice. "The power is in thee. Thou canst bestow the life where thou wilt. To no living thing canst thou give it, but only to the dead thing that has once lived and the dead shall live again with the life that thou givest i1." Deva Dacobra rose to his feet and unhooked the little basket from his shoulder. "As Sadik, the son of Hasan, told me," he said, and as I read in my searches for the truth, I have brought this with me." The basket was taken from his hand. "A snake," said the priest, and a low laugh echoed from lip to lip round the circle. "It is alive, and it must die." lie careful, great priest, there is poison in its fangs. The priest laughed again, and Dacobra could hear the stirring of leaves and the low hissing of the reptile. Then the hissing died away, and he heard a soft thntI upon the floor. He involun- tarily stepped back, for his legs were bare and an angry snake is not a pleasant neighbour in the darkness. "It will not harm thee, Dacobra. Take it in thy hand." Dacobra went on his knees and groped cautiously on the rocky lloor till he found I something like a ball of s(-tly quivering and writhing and knotting itself together in the agony of death. He shuddered and drew his hand away. "Take it in thy hand, Dacobra," the priest repeated. The young man touched it again, and as he did so, the muscles relaxed, the knots uncoiled, and it lay limp and lifeless in his hand. "Now the other hand, Dacobra," and the priest took hold of his fingers, and leading him a few steps forward, told him to I, Then the man felt another hand placed in his, and soft, warm fingers, like the delicate fingers of a child or woman, touched his own. "Thou hast but to will the passing of the life and it shall pass," said the priest. I It is a woman, said Dacobra in a low tone of horror, dropping the hand and passing his lingers swiftly over the face. "It is a woman, and she will die." "Thou hast boasted of the hardness of thy heart," the priest said with a laugh "moreover, the life is not hers. This girl died three years ago in the night, but before dawn came we gave her life again, and her father never knew that his daughter had been dead. The life is ours and we give it now to thee." Yet I might take her with me," Dacobra said, lifting the limp hand once more. "It is a fairer casket than the snake." "Thm art a philosopher, Dacobra, but still a man. Thou wilt iind it more easy to take her life from her in the dark." And the woman ? "Her body will return to the grave, where it should have lain these last three years." ft is well, Dacobra replied "the reptile will be more convenient for my purposes," and as he spoke lie willed that the life should pass." A slight shudder passed through the frame of the woman, and the hand that Jay so lightly in his own gripped his finders for a few seconds like a vice of steel, till he almost called out with the pain. Then the grip relaxed, and the arm dropped heavily to the floor. As it did so, he heard a faint hissing, and the cold coils of the snake stirred in his hand lie felt quickly for the basket, dropped the reptile in, and closed the lid. "It is over, said the priest. "Pray thon for so painless a death/' Dacobra was silent. He remained on his knees, and out of curiosity touched the face and body of the woman. They were still warm, but the heart had ceased to beat. The priest divined his thoughts. "Thou wouldst like to look on thy handiwork, Dacobra? Perhaps thou dost not believe that she is dead?" Yes I would look," the young man answered. A strong desire had come over him to see the face whose light he had quenched for ever. It was more a wish to see the evidence of his power than any morbid curiosity. "Thou mayest look, the priest answered. "We fear not the lmht, for we cannot see." Dacobra fumhled in hi pllch, and drawing out a Hint and steel, struck them together till a spark had caught the tinder. Then he fanned it with t his breath till lie was able to ignite some resinous shreds of pine that were thrust into his hand. lie cast them flaming on the floor, and lighted a short torch of thickly tarred rope. Then lie turned to the body, but someone had covered it over with a thick white cloth. It was a strange sight that he now saw before him. So vast was the cavern in which lie stood that the flame of the torch seemed only to be lost in the awful depth of blackness, and the light fell neither on roof nor wall. Around him stood a circle of men clad entirely in white. They were all very small of stature, and not one of them could have been more than four feet in height. Their faces were old and wrinkled, and absolutely hairless, and their skin of a dead white colour. Their eyes were also white, and seemed to be covered with some sort of scale, like the eyes of those fishes which have been found in subterranean pools. It seemed to him that their heads re- sembled the skulls of dead men. One of them stood apart from the others within the circle, and Dacobra supposed that he was the one who had been addressing him. On the floor, a few feet from him, lay the motionless body under the white cloth. And in the distance, as far as he could see in all directions, small white shadowe seemed to be flitting in and out from the darkness to the light. He held the torch above his heads and looked at the body. Wouldst thou see, Dacobra y" said the priest, "or art thou afraid to look?" Then lie nioye4 towards the young man and stood bv his side. « I am not a child and afraid of the dead," Dacobra answered. J For reply the priest unhooked the basket from the young man's shoulder, and held it to his ear. Then he moved away, gave it to one of his companions in the circle, and returned beside the body. Thou canst look, Dacobra," he said. Dacobra stooped down, and taking hold of one of the corners of the cloth, swept it from the face, and looked. It was the face of Zuhrah, the daughter of Sadik the silversmith—the face of the only living soul lie had ever loved. He gave one sharp cry of pain and horror, and the torch dropped from his nervless lingers. It had scarcely touched the ground when a foot was placed on the ilame and lie was again in darkness. For a few minutes his reason struggled against the ilood that was overwhelming him. He muttered to himself I can save her. I can save her. The power that took away can give again." His hand fumbled wildly for the little basket then he remembered that it was gone. The priests had foreseen this, and had taken it from him. He leant forward and kissed the cold face, and rising to his feet, shrieked curses and lamenta- tions through the echoing vault. He strode like a madman from place to place, his muscular fingers groping for something to kill. His hand encountered nothing the circle of priests had disappeared. He was alone with the dead body, to which he returned again and again, now taking it up in his arms, now kissing the face, now caressing the cold lingers. Then in his mad delirium he lost his bearings and could not lind the body, and wandered to and fio, seeking it, till the darkness and agony seemed to closc in upon his brain, his reason left him, and he lurched heavily forward to the ground. When he came to his senses, he felt the cold air blowing past him, and stretching out his hand, found that he was at the entrance in the side of the cliff. He raised himself up to a sitting posture and peered over the edge, wondering if it were not best to throw himself into the chasm. Then lie heard a voice behind liini. "As well thou as another," it sti(t. Her life was ours and we have given it to thee." "Give her body back to me. Give her body back to me and I will go hence as empty as I emne. No, the bargain is made, Dacobra. Give thanks to us that thy sacrifice is complete. This tender spot in thy heart was not worthy of one who would serve our Master. Now thou art all evil and all wise and well wast thou named I)e i-(t. the spirit of EN-il. Ami yet," murmured Dacobra, in the creed of my forefathers Deva is a Spirit of Good.' I am not all evil. I love this soul till death, and Ni-otil(I give all the souls of the world to purchase its freedom from thee." For sixty-three years it is thine; then thou art ours." Is there no price—not for myself, but for this "'irr,, ,oul It has been in a thousand forms. Howcanst thou love it ? lb is the body thou lovest. This was the soul of Parysatis the Beautiful, who gave herself for all eternity to Ahriman two thousand years ago." "Isthcrenopriceforits freedom? Is there no price ?" The priest fixed his sightless eyes on the young man and came closer to him. Aye, if thou canst do the impossible, there is a price." Nothing is impossible. Nothing in all the world if I can give her freedom." c!1 "Thou art young, Dacobra," the priest answered, "and already learned beyond the wisdom of greybeards upon earth. Long years are before thee, and if any mortal could find out that -which has baffled the immortals for centuries it might be thou. Show us how the stone and iron may live and change like men and trees. Break down with thy finite intellect the barrier that an iniinite mind has set between the living germ and the dead matter that has never thrilled Ni-itit life. Do this, Dacobra, if thou canst, and we will give this soul its freedom." The old priest laughed as lie spoke. He might as well have asked him to take the earth in his hand and east it back into the sun. The young man made no reply, but felt at his side and found the basket there. Then rising to his feet he heard the rustle within, and placed his lips to it with reverence. "Well, Dacobra?" said the priest. "Nothing is impossible," he replied in a low voice, "and I will perform the task that thou set Tile to (to." The priest laughed. "Farewell, Dacobra," he said tiioii art young and I am old, but when than art old Ave shall meet again." The Hindoo began to descend the steps, and close behind him the little white monkey that had guided him to the place, swung itself from bar to bar, and followed him into the moonlit plain. When he had crossed the tableland lie turned and sawthat it was still behind him. Then a wild passion seized him. and taking a heavy rock in his hands he left nothing of it but a motionless lump of fur and blood for the vultures to pick at. CHAPTER XIII. HOW WE RESOLVE;) TO FIGHT, HUT FOUND A l'OTITRHSS. I laid the manuscript on the table and leant back in my chair, thinking out, the whole question to a definite conclusion. Favershani was right. This tale was a possible solution. Once given the fact that it was in the power of this 11Ian to trans- mit life, and there was no difficulty in linding the link hetween Alice Borrodaile and Elaine Rawlins. Alice Borrodaile had died. This man had stolen her body and transferred to it the life which was in his gift. Once admit this fact, and the whole titing was clear but could anything so contrary to nature be admitted as a fact? The cold reasoning of the scientist replied in the negative, and yet after all, science was progressive, and the impossibilities of one age were the accepted facts of the next. Our knowledge of the origin of life is still in its infancy. There are few scientists who would dare to say that such a transmission of life is absolutely impossible, for life, like elec- tricity, is an invisible force, and is only known to us by it s manifestations. Those who talk of proto- plasm and say they have discovered the secret of life might as well say that electricity is a piece of copper wire. I recalled the reasoning I had reall so carefully in the Persian book I had picked up in Paris, the clear cold reasoning of a scientist, yet, as it now appeared, written by the very man who held in his hands the manifestation ot its truth. 1 went over to the bookshelf, and taking down the trans- lation of the book, referred to several passages again. I remembered how at the time I lii-, t read it I was struck with the fact that the author was discussing the actual occurrence and not a mere theory. The explanation was obvious to me now. Here in my ha-nds was the narration of the fact wrapped up in the guise of a story, with all those details which would attract and hold the reader's fancy. It was, doubtless, for publication after Dacohra's death. Yet, assuming the truth of the tale, Dr. Raw- lins had still to be identified with Dacobra. The identity was obvious to my own mind, and Faver- sham bad at once jumped to the same conclusion. Doctor Rawlins had not denied it, anu even the perfect control he had kept, over Ids features had broken down when Faversham accused liini bluntly face to face. Besides, the accumulative evidence was tremendous. Here was a fact, and the only fact which explained the identity of Alice Borrodaile .and Elaine Rawlins. Here was a man, evidently of Eastern origin, yet bearing an English name, a man whose whole life had been devoted to a single task, the same as that set by the wnite Priests of Ahriman—the breaking down of the barrier between tlte animate and the inanimate in nature. Here too, in the West of Scotland, were the same white animals mentioned in the story, and here the fear of a strong man, which could be readily explained by his connection with them in the past. The fear too was obviously not physical, but doubtless owing to the fact that the time was at hand and the lease of life nearly np, and that these animals were the forerunners of Him who would claim the life again. The White Priest was undoubtedly coming, if the story were aught but a fairy tale. I am old and thou art young," he had said, but when thou art old we shall meet again." The story explained every- thing. No reasonable person could doubt that Dacobra and Dr. Rawlins were one and the same xian. (To be continued.)

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