A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper CylinderDe Mille, James
Philosophy
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder
De Mille, James
Science fiction
And now there came up from below, louder and deeper, the awful
death-chant. Time was pressing. The preparations were made. The Chief
Pauper took his station by the central stone, and in his right hand he
held a long, keen knife. Toward this stone I was led. The Chief Pauper
then looked with his blear and blinking eyes to where the dawn was
glowing over the mountain crest, and every moment increasing in
brightness; and then, after a brief survey, he turned and whetted his
knife on the sacrificial stone. After this he turned to me with his
evil face, with the glare of a horrid death-hunger in his ravenous
eyes, and pointed to the stone.
I stood without motion.
He repeated the gesture and said, "Lie down here."
"I will not," said I.
"But it is on this stone," said he, "that you are to get the blessing
of death."
"I'll die first!" said I, fiercely, and I raised my rifle.
The Chief Pauper was puzzled at this. The others looked on quietly,
thinking it probably a debate about some punctilio. Suddenly he seemed
struck with an idea.
"Yes, yes," said he. "The woman first. It is better so."
Saying this he walked toward Almah, and said something to the hags.
At this the chief of them--namely, the nightmare hag--led Almah to the
nearest stone, and motioned to her to lie down. Almah prepared to
obey, but paused a moment to throw at me one last glance and wave her
hand as a last farewell. Then without a word she laid herself down
upon the stone. At this a thrill of fury rushed through all my being,
rousing me from my stupor, impelling me to action, filling my brain
with madness. The nightmare hag had already raised her long keen knife
in the air. Another moment and the blow would have fallen. But my
rifle was at my shoulder; my aim was deadly. The report rang out like
thunder. A wild, piercing yell followed, and when the smoke cleared
away the nightmare hag lay dead at the foot of the altar. I was
already there, having burst through the astonished crowd, and Almah
was in my arms; and holding her thus for a moment, I put myself in
front of her and stood at bay, with my only thought that of defending
her to the last and selling my life as dearly as possible.
The result was amazing.
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