The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and TreasonLe Queux, William
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The Great White Queen: A Tale of Treasure and Treason
Le Queux, William
Science fiction
At that moment footsteps, pattering as those of children, reached our
ears and there ran past us half a dozen hideous half-clad dwarfs. They
were tiny, impish-looking creatures about three feet six high, with
darker skins than the inhabitants of this mystic land, but their faces
were whitewashed in manner similar to those of the royal executioners of
Ashanti, and wore their crisp black hair drawn to a knot on top similar
to the fashion affected by some savage tribes. As they rushed past us
their little black eyes, piercing and bead-like, regarded us curiously,
and with, we thought, a rather menacing glance; nevertheless they
continued their way, and watching, we noticed the spot where they
commenced the toilsome ascent to the platform whereon stood the colossus.
"Such a work as that must have taken years to accomplish," I observed to
Omar.
"With the Sanoms of Mo everything is possible," he answered. "The ruler
of our country is a monarch whose will is so absolute that he or she can
compel everyone, from prince to slave, to participate in any work. Thus
the Naya may have caused every male inhabitant of Mo to help in its
construction."
When, however, following the dwarfs we had hurried forward to the steps
cut in the black rock I bent to examine them. They were polished by the
wear of ages of feet and hands passing over them, and when I pointed out
this fact to Omar he agreed with me that this place must have been in
existence centuries ago, and had probably been re-discovered within the
last two or three years.
The dwarfs, in ascending, put their toes into holes and niches in the
rocks and kept talking all the while. Every now and then they would stop,
sway their heads about and sing a kind of low chant in not unmusical
tones. As we crept up slowly behind, with difficulty finding the rude
steps in the uncertain light, the last of the string of dwarfs kept
turning to us bowing and crooning. I confess I began to be anxious,
fearing that we might be going into a trap, but I noticed that my two
companions were calm as iron bars. This gave me renewed courage, and we
toiled up until at last we reached the great platform and stood beneath
the left-hand wing of the gigantic vampire of solid rock. The pillars
that had been left in the excavations to support it, were, like the
steps, worn smooth where crowds of human beings had jostled against them.
The manner in which they were sculptured was very remarkable, the faces
of all, both men, beasts, birds and fish, bearing hideous, uncanny
expressions, the fearful grimaces of those suffering the most
excruciating bodily tortures. It was here apparent, as everywhere, that
the gigantic figure had not been recently fashioned, but had for many
centuries past been visited by vast crowds of worshippers.
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