The Cruise of the "Scandal", and other storiesBridges, Victor
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The Cruise of the "Scandal", and other stories
Bridges, Victor
English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
"So soon as I could get away from Nikh in safety I travelled through
to Quetta, and, there procuring a map, I traced out the marches of
Nadir Shah, as he came back from the ravishing of Delhi. So far as I
could see there was but one place to which the phrase used by the
Sheikh Al-Abbas could be applied. That was a few miles to the east
of Jelalabad, where the Chitral and Kabul rivers mingle together and
flow down to the great lakes.
"I made my way up to Peshawar, and in the disguise of an Afghan
hillman crossed the border. At Lalpura I fell in with a travelling
merchant, who was in much fear of being waylaid by robbers. 'Two,'
said he, 'are better company than one.' And together we set out on
the road to Jelalabad.
"We passed through Kila Akhund before the sun was high in the sky,
and halted for our midday rest on the bank of the Kabul river. It
was there that I learned of the Temple of the Sun Stone.
"It stood before us at the meeting of the waters, a low stone
building set on an island in mid-stream.
"When my companion spoke of it by its name my heart leaped suddenly
within me, for I recalled the words of the Sheikh Al-Abbas.
"'It is very sacred,' said my companion. 'No one but the priests of
the Sun are allowed to enter or even to land on the island.'
"I made no reply to him, and later on we continued our journey to
Jelalabad, where we parted.
"That night I rode out from the city, and tied up my horse in a
thicket on the bank of the river opposite to the temple. Then,
stripping myself of my clothes, I entered the water and swam to the
island, having some matches and a loaded pistol in my turban. These
I took out on landing, and advanced very carefully towards the gate
of the temple.
"It was shut, and I could find no means of opening it save by
breaking it in with a stone. This I did, waiting in some anxiety to
see what might happen. There was no sound or movement, and I
entered. The temple was quite dark inside; so, halting and striking
a match, I held it up above my head and looked about me.
"The floor was of beaten earth, and at the further end I beheld a
large red stone, as red as blood, and guarded by golden rails. There
were two candles, one each side, set in brass candlesticks.
"These I lighted, and then without more ado set to work, digging out
the earth under the stone with the aid of my knife. I must have
laboured for the best part of an hour before the steel struck upon
something hard, and the blade snapped in my hand. In another minute
I had dragged to light an ancient iron box, which had rusted fully as
red as the stone above. The cover fell off as I lifted it, and
inside I beheld the Nadir Bandar.
"Scarcely had I taken it in my hand, when the door of the temple
opened. I looked up quickly. In the gloom I could see three
figures, tall men robed in white, and carrying swords.
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