The bridge of lightVerrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Science
The bridge of light
Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Adventure stories; Central America -- Fiction; Mayas -- Fiction; Science fiction
“My lord doubts the powers of Nohul Voh,” he said. “He thinks the
future may not be read even though the past may be known. He says in
his heart there is no magic, nothing that cannot be explained, nothing
that is not a law of the gods. My lord, Itzimin Chac, is right. There
is no magic, nothing that is not according to the laws of the gods. But
there is wisdom, there is knowledge that some possess, of which others
know nothing. My lord has the knowledge of making the thunder and the
lightning serve him, but of that knowledge even I, Nohul Voh, know
nothing. But I, Nohul Voh, have knowledge of how to make forces serve
me, of which my lord knows nothing. My lord knows not how the fall of
stone moves about, he cannot read the meanings of its motion. But to me
it is clear, as clear as the future and the past, that I read in the
smoke that the Prince Azcopil calls magic.
“To no living man or woman will Nohul Voh reveal the future, for to
know the future is to know unhappiness and fear. But to my lord who
bears the Book of Kukulcan will I reveal some things that he desires to
know. But only to my lord alone. Remain with the maiden here, O Prince,
while Itzimin Chac learns what he desires.”
* * * * *
HE was standing close beside me as he spoke, he was in full view. Then,
before my amazed, incredulous eyes, he rose slowly in the air and, like
a wisp of cloud, drifted across the room. Itza shrieked, the prince
shrank back, and I stared, wide-eyed, gaping at the miracle. And as he
floated towards the wall his lips moved and again he spoke. “Have no
fear, Itza, beloved of Itzimin Chac,” he said. “No harm will befall.”
The next instant he had reached the wall. A massive stone swung
noiselessly aside, revealing a secret opening, and Nohul Voh beckoned
me to follow him.
In a daze, bereft of all senses save utter amazement, I sprang through
the opening and found myself in a second, smaller room illuminated
by means of the same mysterious light. The sorcerer was once more
standing, a smile upon his lips, and, bidding me be seated upon a
massive stone chair, he stepped towards a magnificent ceremonial
incense burner of immense size.
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