“Who is Zo-al?” I asked.
She looked at me in wide-eyed astonishment. “Who is Zo-al!” she
repeated. “They told me that you said that you came from another
world, and I can well believe it, when you ask, who is Zo-al?”
“Well, who is he?” I insisted.
“He is a great beast,” she whispered. “He is everywhere. He lives in
all the great holes in the ground, and when he is angry, he comes
forth and makes the water fall and the air run away. We know that
there is no water up there,” and she pointed toward the sky. “But
when Zo-al is angry, he makes water fall from where there is no
water, so mighty is Zo-al, and he makes the air to run away so that
the trees fall before it as it rushes past, and huts are knocked flat
or carried high above the ground. And then, O terror of terrors, he
makes a great noise, before which mighty warriors fall upon the
ground and cover up their ears. We have angered Zo-al, and he is
punishing us, and I do not dare to ask him not to send the big
noise.”
It was at that instant that there broke upon my ears the most
terrific detonation that I have ever heard. So terrific was it that I
thought my ear drums had burst, and simultaneously, a great ball of
fire seemed to come rolling down from the mountain heights above us.
The woman, covering her ears, shuddered, and when she saw the ball of
fire, she voiced a piercing shriek.
“The light that devours!” she cried. “When that comes too, it is the
end, for then is Zo-al mad with rage.”
The ground shook to the terrifying noise, and though the ball of fire
did not pass close to us, still could I feel the heat of it even as
it went by at a distance, leaving a trail of blackened and smoking
vegetation in its rear. What flames there were, the torrential rain
extinguished almost immediately. It must have traveled about ten
miles, down toward the sea, across rolling hills and level valleys,
when suddenly it burst, the explosion being followed by a report
infinitely louder than that which I had first heard. An earthquake
could scarce have agitated the ground more terrifyingly than did this
peal of lunar thunder.
I had witnessed my first lunar electrical storm, and I did not wonder
that the inhabitants of this strange world were terrified by it. They
attribute these storms, as they do all their troubles, to Zo-al, a
great beast, which is supposed to dwell in the depth of the lunar
craters, the lower ends of which open into the interior lunar world.
As we cowered there among the trees, I wondered if they were not
afraid that the wind would blow the forest down and crush them, and I
asked the woman who stood beside me.
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