The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations — John Shaqi
The Three Impostors; or, The TransmutationsMachen, Arthur
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The Three Impostors; or, The Transmutations
Machen, Arthur
Fiction; Horror tales, English
Seal, and I realized that my task was accomplished. I made an exact copy
of the two inscriptions; and when I got to my London study, and had the
Seal before me, I was able seriously to grapple with the great problem.
The interpreting inscription on the museum specimen, though in itself
curious enough, did not bear on my quest, but the transliteration made
me master of the secret of the Black Seal. Conjecture, of course, had to
enter into my calculations; there was here and there uncertainty about a
particular ideograph, and one sign recurring again and again on the Seal
baffled me for many successive nights. But at last the secret stood open
before me in plain English, and I read the key of the awful
transmutation of the hills. The last word was hardly written, when with
fingers all trembling and unsteady I tore the scrap of paper into the
minutest fragments, and saw them flame and blacken in the red hollow of
the fire, and then I crushed the gray films that remained into finest
powder. Never since then have I written those words; never will I write
the phrases which tell me how man can be reduced to the slime from which
he came, and be forced to put on the flesh of the reptile and the snake.
There was now but one thing remaining. I knew; but I desired to see, and
I was after some time able to take a house in the neighborhood of the
Gray Hills, and not far from the cottage where Mrs. Cradock and her son
Jervase resided. I need not go into a full and detailed account of the
apparently inexplicable events which have occurred here, where I am
writing this. I knew that I should find in Jervase Cradock something of
the blood of the "Little People," and I found later that he had more
than once encountered his kinsmen in lonely places in that lonely land.
When I was summoned one day to the garden, and found him in a seizure
speaking or hissing the ghastly jargon of the Black Seal, I am afraid
that exultation prevailed over pity. I heard bursting from his lips the
secrets of the underworld, and the word of dread, "Ishakshar," the
signification of which I must be excused from giving.
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