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
"May the fetish be good," they all cried aloud. "We will follow and
attend to each word that falleth from thy lips."
Then in a few minutes we moved on again down the long beautiful valley
through which a clear river wound among green swards and clumps of trees,
forming a park-like scene such as might have been witnessed in England.
Presently, however, the character of the country suddenly changed, and we
were passing through a rocky defile, arid and waterless, while at the end
could be seen a wide open country without rock or tree stretching away as
far as the eye could reach to the misty horizon.
It appeared like a great limitless wilderness, and those in front
quickened their pace in order to fully view the character of the land we
were approaching.
For their haste, however, they received an unpleasant reward.
When those who ran forward emerged into the open plain, they suddenly
found the soft earth give way beneath their feet without warning, and ere
they realized their danger a dozen of them were struggling up to their
arm-pits in the sea of fine ever-shifting sand that seemed kept in
constant motion by some unknown natural cause. With each movement they
sank deeper, until, fearing that the sandy quagmire would envelop and
suffocate them, they cried aloud for assistance. Help was ready at hand,
for the remainder of our followers ran forward, and stretching forth
ropes of monkey-creeper were enabled to drag out their intrepid
companions, much to Omar's amusement.
"Those who deviate from the course that I myself take will assuredly
perish," he exclaimed a moment later. Then, turning to me, he added:
"This desert you see before you is one of the barriers dividing my land
from those of our enemies. To those who know not the secret it is
impassable."
"Yes," I answered, surprised at the strange treacherous character of the
sand. "Those who ventured upon it had narrow escapes."
"Exactly. Any weight upon its surface will sink to the depth of many
feet, sucked down as swiftly and surely as a piece of wood is drawn down
by a whirlpool. In an attempt to cross this unsafe region many men have
lost their lives, for once upon its surface escape is impossible. See!"
And he cast his staff away upon the sand. In an instant it had sunk out
of sight.
"Then how shall we gain the land beyond?" I asked in fear at the soft
nature of the earth's surface.
"There is but one way. It is known only to the Naya and to myself, and is
called the Way of the Thousand Steps. Its existence is preserved as a
royal secret in case my family are compelled at any time to fly from our
country, in which case they could escape safely, while all their pursuers
would assuredly be overwhelmed and perish. For that reason the knowledge
has been for centuries solely in the keeping of the reigning Naya or
Naba. It was by this secret path that I left Mo and came to you in
England; by the same path I return."
"Lead the way. We will follow," I said.
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