<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2>
<h3>UNDER THE VAMPIRE'S WING.</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">When</span> our dazzled gaze grew accustomed to the garish
blaze of lights we found ourselves standing in an
enormous cavern.</p>
<p>Around us were glowing fires and shining torches
innumerable; the smoke from them half choked us,
while above there seemed an immensity of darkness,
for the roof of the natural chamber was so high that
it could not be discerned.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_170" id="Page_170"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/170.png">170</SPAN>]</span>
Upon one object, weird and horrible, our startled
gaze became rivetted. Straight before us, at some little
distance, there rose a great black rock to a height of,
as far as I could judge, a thousand feet. Nearly half
way up was a great wide ledge or platform larger than
any of the market-places in the City in the Clouds, and
upon this there had been fashioned from the solid
rock a colossal representation of the vampire-bat, the
device borne upon the banners of Mo. Its enormous
wings, each fully five hundred feet from the body to
tip, outstretched on either side and supported by
gigantic pillars of rock carved to represent various
grotesque and hideous figures of men and animals,
formed great temples on either side of the body. The
latter, however, attracted our attention more than did
the wonderful wings, for as we stood aghast and
amazed we discerned that the vast body of the colossus
did not represent that of a bat, but the gigantic jaws
were those of a crocodile.</p>
<p>"Zomara!" gasped Omar. "See! It is the great
god with the wings of a bat and the tail of a lion!"</p>
<p>I looked and saw that far behind rose the tufted tail
of the king of the forest. From the two great eyes of
the gigantic reptile shone dazzling streams of white
light, like the rays of a mariner's beacon, and everywhere
twinkling yellow lights were moving about the face of
the great rock, across the platform whereon the colossal
figure rested, even to the distant summit.</p>
<p>Suddenly, as we stood gazing open-mouthed in wonder,
the roar of a hundred war-drums beaten somewhere in
the vicinity of the enormous representation of the
terrible deity of Mo rolled and echoed to the innermost
recesses of the subterranean vault, and just as they had<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_171" id="Page_171"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/171.png">171</SPAN>]</span>
ceased we distinctly saw the giant jaws of the crocodile
slowly open. From them belched forth great tongues
of flame and thick stifling smoke that, beaten down by a
draught from above, curled its poisonous fumes around
us, causing us to cough violently. For fully a minute
the great mouth remained open, when to our horror we
saw a small knot of human figures approaching it. One
loud piercing shriek reached us and at that instant we
saw the figure of a man or woman—we were not close
enough to discern which—flung by the others headlong
into the open flaming mouth.</p>
<p>Again the drums rolled, and the next second the jaws
of Zomara closed with a loud crash that sent a shudder
through us.</p>
<p>"The sacrifice!" gasped Omar. "This, then, is one
of the horrible customs that Goliba told us had been
introduced by my mother, the Great White Queen!"</p>
<p>"Horrible!" I exclaimed. "That fearful cry will
haunt me to my dying day."</p>
<p>"Let us return," said Kona. "We have witnessed
enough, O Master."</p>
<p>"No," Omar answered. "Rather let us see for
ourselves the true extent of these terrible rites. Goliba,
though, alas! he is lost for ever, intended that we should."</p>
<p>"Very well," I said. "Lead us, and we will follow."</p>
<p>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<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_172" id="Page_172"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/172.png">172</SPAN>]</span>
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.</p>
<p>"Such a work as that must have taken years to accomplish,"
I observed to Omar.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_173" id="Page_173"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/173.png">173</SPAN>]</span>
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.</p>
<p>Beneath the outstretched wing under which we stood
a large number of people had assembled. Great
blazing braziers here and there illuminated the weird
place with a red uncertain glare, which falling on the
faces of the crowd of devotees, showed that they had
worked themselves into a frenzy of religious fervour.
Some were crying aloud to the Crocodile-god, some
were prostrate on their faces with their lips to the stones
worn smooth by the tramp of many feet, while many
were going through all sorts of ceremonies and antics.</p>
<p>At the end, where the colossal wing joined the
body wherein burned the great fiery furnace, there
stood twelve dwarfs in flowing garments of pure white.
These were high-priests of Zomara. The fierce pigmies,
unknown even to Omar, their prince, seemed a
sacred tribe who perhaps had lived here forgotten and
undiscovered for generations. In any case it was
apparent that they never ascended to the land above, but
devoted themselves entirely to the curious rites and ceremonies
of this strange pagan religion.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_174" id="Page_174"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/174.png">174</SPAN>]</span>
In the centre of the semi-circle of tiny bead-eyed
priests with whitened faces stood one of great age
with flowing white beard that nearly swept the ground.
His figure was exceedingly grotesque, yet he bore himself
with hauteur, and as he stood before a kind of
altar erected in front of a door, that seemed to lead into
the body of the gigantic crocodile, he gave vent in a loud
clear voice to the most earnest exhortations. Then, bathing
his face and hands in a golden bowl held by the other
priests, in order, so I afterwards learnt, to wash away the
bad impressions of the world, he thus began an instructive
lesson:</p>
<p>"Give ear, ye tender branches, unto the words of your
parent stock; bend to the lessons of instruction and
imbibe the maxims of age and experience! As the ant
creepeth not to its labour till led by its elders; as the
young lark soareth not to the sun, but under the shadow of
its mother's wing, so neither doth the child of mortality
spring forth to action unless the parent hand points out
its destined labour. But no labour shall the hand of
man appoint unto the people of Mo before the worship
of Zomara, the sacred god of the crocodiles, and of the
great Naya, his handmaiden. Mean are the pursuits of
the sons of the earth; they stretch out their sinews like
the patient mule, they persevere in their chase after
trifles, as the camel in the desert beyond the Thousand
Steps. As the leopard springeth upon his prey, so doth
man rejoice over his riches, and bask in the sun of
slothfulness like the lion's cub. On the stream of life
float the bodies of the careless and the intemperate as
the carcases of the dead on the waves of the Lake of
Sacrifices. As the birds of prey destroy the carcase so
is man devoured by sin. No man is master over him<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_175" id="Page_175"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/175.png">175</SPAN>]</span>self,
but the Naya is his ruler; and to endeavour to
defeat the purpose of Zomara is madness and folly. O
people! pay your vows to the King of Crocodiles
alone, and not to your fetishes, which, though they be
superior in your sight, are yet the work of his hands. Let
virtue be the basis of knowledge, and let knowledge be
as a slave before her."</p>
<p>The worshippers at the shrine of the dread god raising
their right hands then repeated after the high priest some
mystic words that, although having no meaning for me,
struck terror into Omar's heart.</p>
<p>"Hearken!" he whispered to me in an awed tone<ins class="err" title="Transcriber's Note: added missing period">.</ins>
"Hearken! Our conspiracy against the Naya is already
known! They are swearing allegiance to her, and vowing
vengeance against any who thwart her will. If we
are detected here as strangers it will mean certain death!"</p>
<p>I glanced around the strange, weird place, and could
not suppress a feeling of despair that we should ever
leave it again alive. The faces of the worshippers, men
and women, illuminated by flaming flambeaux and burning
braziers, were all fierce and determined-looking,
showing that the worship of the Crocodile-god was conducted
in no faint spirit. Before this gigantic representation
of the national deity, they became seized with a
religious mania that transformed them into veritable
demons.</p>
<p>"Lo!" cried the silver-bearded priest. "Think, O
people! of all our Great White Queen hath done for
you. She hath brought down the moon's rays from the
realms of night to lighten our darkness, she hath marked
the courses of the stars with her wand and reduced
eccentric orbs to the obedience of a system. She hath
caught the swift-flying light and divided its rays; she<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_176" id="Page_176"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/176.png">176</SPAN>]</span>
hath marshalled the emanations of the sun under their
different-hued banners, given symmetry and order to the
glare of day, explained the dark eternal laws of the
Forest-god, and showed herself always acquainted with
the dictates of Zomara."</p>
<p>His hearers, swaying their bodies and performing all
sorts of eccentric antics, cried aloud in confirmation of
the benefits bestowed upon Mo by its queen.</p>
<p>"The secrets, too, of chemistry have been laid open
by her," continued the diminutive priest. "Inert matter
is engaged in warlike commotion and she hath brought
fire down from the heavens to entertain her. She hath
placed our land in such a state of defence that no invader
can approach it; she hath brought from over the great
black water the amazing 'pom-poms' of the English,
which shed a thousand bullets at one charge, and she
hath caused cannon to be cast to project explosive shells
beyond the reach of the eye. She hath taught you at
once the beauty of nature and the folly of man. Truly
she is a great queen; therefore let not her son Omar who
hath returned from over the great sea, wrest from her
hand the regal sceptre. Already hath our queen perceived
the haughtiness and the vicious principles of her
son, and maketh no doubt but that he will soon aspire
to her throne. This causeth the prudent Mistress of Mo
to resolve to banish him and take all power from him.
Let him be ejected from our country and the queen's
word be obeyed, for no beam of mercy lurketh in her
eye. The Naya is determined."</p>
<p>"The great Naya shall be obeyed," they cried aloud.
"Omar, the malicious prince, curbed by the authority of
his mother, shall be banished."</p>
<p>"Or his life shall, like those of his followers we hold<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_177" id="Page_177"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/177.png">177</SPAN>]</span>
here as prisoners, pay the forfeit of presumption," added
the high priest.</p>
<p>And as he uttered the words, those surrounding went
to the door behind the fire-altar, and opening it, led forth
three of our Dagombas amid the savage howls of the
excited spectators.</p>
<p>"O, race of mortals," cried the priest, raising his hand
the while, "O race of mortals, to whose care and protection
the offspring of clay are committed, say what hath
been the success of your labours; what vices have you
punished; what virtues rewarded; what false lights have
you extinguished; what sacrifices have you made to the
god of Crocodiles? Helpless race of mortals, Zomara is
your god and the Naya your queen. But for their protection
how vain would be your toils, how endless your
researches! Arm ye then and rally round the one to
whom you owe all, whose power is such that this our
country can never be assaulted by the tricks of fortune,
or the power of man. Omar and his black swarm of
intruders must be driven out or given as sacrifice to
Zomara. Till this be done the curse of the god ye
fear shall rest upon our land, and his presence shall
nightly remind ye of your idleness. Will ye let the
defiant prince overthrow your queen?"</p>
<p>"He shall never do so," they shouted in a tumult of
enthusiasm, which, ere it died away, increased tenfold,
when suddenly before us we saw a female figure in a loose
yellow robe move with stately mien towards the smoking
altar and kneel for an instant before it.</p>
<p>Then, rising, she turned towards the people with her
long, bare, scraggy arms uplifted in silence.</p>
<p>In the red flickering light we recognized the evil
bony features. It was the dreaded Naya herself!</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_178" id="Page_178"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/178.png">178</SPAN>]</span>
"The vengeance of Zomara upon mine enemies," she
cried in harsh, metallic tones. "I will treat each and
every one who dareth to oppose me in the way I will
now punish these three savages who have entered our
region forbidden. Watch, and let it be a warning to
those who may be tempted by bribes to entertain disloyal
thoughts."</p>
<p>With stately stride she led the way along a dark
colonnade from beneath the wing of the colossal
vampire to the enormous closed mouth of the hideous
crocodile, being followed by the high priest and his
attendants, who dragged along the three of our unfortunate
companions.</p>
<p>At once a headlong rush was made by the frenzied
spectators to obtain a view of what was to transpire, and
we followed leisurely at a respectable distance, remaining
in the shadow of one of the grotesquely-carved columns
of rock.</p>
<p>When all had taken up their places we could see the
expressions of abject fear upon the glistening faces of
the wretched blacks, and longed to rush forth and
rescue them, but with knowledge that instant death
would result from such foolhardiness we remained
breathlessly silent, compelled to watch.</p>
<p>Again the high priest, with outstretched hands over
the people, cried:</p>
<p>"Give heed unto me! Were Zomara, the god whom
we worship, to be worshipped in perfectness, the whole
length of our lives would not suffice to lie prostrate
before him. But the merciful Avenger of Wrong expecteth
not more from us than we are able to pay him.
True it is that we should begin early, and late take rest,
and daily and hourly offer up our praises and petitions<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_179" id="Page_179"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/179.png">179</SPAN>]</span>
to the throne of his handmaiden's grace. But better is
a late repentance than none; and the eleventh hour of
the day for work than perpetual idleness unto the end of
our time; and this is not to be obtained for us but
through our mighty Naya, the daughter of Zomara the
Swallower-up of Evil."</p>
<p>Himself facing the hideous gigantic head with its long
jaws and gleaming eyes, he flung himself suddenly
upon his knees and commenced a gabbled prayer. All
prostrated themselves in adoration, even to the great
Naya herself, whose magnificent jewels flashed and
gleamed with wondrous brilliancy each time she moved.</p>
<p>In order not to appear strange to this extraordinary
proceeding, we, too, cast ourselves upon our knees and
remained with heads bent in devotional attitude, but
allowing no detail of the weird scene to escape us.</p>
<p>Suddenly the priest arose, and with a fire-brand
ignited at the brazier near his hand, he stood before the
wonderful figure of Zomara and made a mystic sign.</p>
<p>Instantly the ponderous jaws with their double row
of iron teeth, each as long and as sharp as swords,
slowly opened, and there issued forth a great roaring mass
of flame that licked the upper jaw, a veritable tongue
of fire.</p>
<p>The Naya rose, swaying her long arms wildly, but
the people remained still kneeling, silent in awe.</p>
<p>Her voice was heard for a moment above the roaring
and crackling of the furnace in the throat of the
colossus, and then, at a sudden signal from the high
priest, our three wretched black companions were seized
by the group of dwarfs, carried up a short flight of
steps by white-robed attendants, and hurled headlong
into the flaming mouth of the monster.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_180" id="Page_180"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/180.png">180</SPAN>]</span>
A loud scream broke upon our ears, and for a single
instant the flames belched forth with increased fury, but
as the last victim of this horrible rite was consigned to
his terrible doom, as sacrifice to the dreaded god, the
cruel jaws closed again with a heavy clang.</p>
<p>The merciless barbarity of the Great White Queen
horrified us. The fearful fate of those who had shared our
perils during our adventurous journey to this spectral
land of mystery held us dumb in terror and dismay.</p>
<p>Yet, ere the giant jaws of the hideous monstrosity
had snapped together, the people, hilarious and excited,
sprang to their feet exhorting their great deity to send
his fiercest vengeance upon us, the intruders, that our
sinews might be withered and that we might rot by the
road-side like cattle smitten by the pest.</p>
<p>Then the terrible Naya, wheeling round slowly, gave
her people her blessing, and they, in turn, shouted
themselves hoarse in frantic adulation.</p>
<p>Truly, the scene was the strangest and most weird that
my eyes had ever gazed upon.</p>
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