When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and ArbuthnotHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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When the World Shook: Being an Account of the Great Adventure of Bastin, Bickley and Arbuthnot
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Science fiction
“Mayhap. Yet while I endure I will be as a god, so that when night
comes, if come it must, I shall have played my part and left my mark
upon this little world of ours. Have done!” he added with a burst of
impatience. “What will you of my daughter?”
“What man has always willed of woman—herself, body and soul.”
“Her soul perchance is yours, if she has one, but her body is mine to
give or withhold. Yet it can be bought at a price,” he added slowly.
“So she told me, Oro.”
“I can guess what she told you. Did I not watch you yonder by the lake
when you gave her a ring graved with the signs of Life and
Everlastingness? The question is, will you pay the price?”
“Not so; the question is—what is the price?”
“This; to enter my service and henceforth do my will—without debate or
cavil.”
“For what reward, Oro?”
“Yva and the dominion of the earth while you shall live, neither more
nor less.”
“And what is your will?”
“That you shall learn in due course. On the second night from this I
command the three of you to wait upon me at sundown in the buried halls
of Nyo. Till then you see no more of Yva, for I do not trust her. She,
too, has powers, though as yet she does not use them, and perchance she
would forget her oaths, and following some new star of love, for a
little while vanish with you out of my reach. Be in the sepulchre at
the hour of sundown on the second day from this, all three of you, if
you would continue to live upon the earth. Afterwards you shall learn
my will and make your choice between Yva with majesty and her loss with
death.”
Then suddenly he was gone.
Next morning I told the others what had passed, and we talked the
matter over. The trouble was, of course, that Bickley did not believe
me. He had no faith in my alleged interviews with Oro, which he set
down to delusions of a semi-mesmeric character. This was not strange,
since it appeared that on the previous night he had watched the door of
my sleeping-place until dawn broke, which it did long after Oro had
departed, and he had not seen him either come or go, although the moon
was shining brightly.
When he told me this I could only answer that all the same he had been
there as, if he could speak, Tommy would have been able to certify. As
it chanced the dog was sleeping with me and at the first sound of the
approach of someone, woke up and growled. Then recognising Oro, he went
to him, wagged his tail and curled himself up at his feet.
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