<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXX.</h2>
<h3>TREASURE AND TREASON.</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">At</span> Omar's request a few days later I accompanied him
alone through a private exit of the palace, and ere long
we found ourselves unnoticed beyond the ponderous
city walls, where two horses, held by a slave, were
awaiting us. Mounting, we rode straight for the open
country, and not knowing whither we were going or
what were my companion's intentions, we soon left the
great city far behind. For fully three hours we pressed
forward, my companion avoiding any answer to my
questions as to our goal, until about noon we came to a
rising mount in the midst of a beautiful country with
palms and scattered orange-groves.</p>
<p>The scene was a veritable paradise. Beautiful fruits
peeped from between the foliage, and every coloured,
every scented flower, in agreeable variety intermingled
with the grass. Roses and woodbines, very much like
those in England, appeared in beauteous contention;
while beneath great trees were rich flocks of birds of
various feather. At the foot of the hill ran a clear,
transparent stream, which gently washed the margin
of the green whereon we stood. On the other side a<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_243" id="Page_243"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/243.png">243</SPAN>]</span>
grove of myrtles, intermixed with roses and flowering
shrubs, led into shady mazes; in the midst of which
appeared the glittering tops of elegant pavilions, some
of which stood on the brink of the river, others had
wide avenues leading through the groves, and others
were almost hidden from sight by intervening woods.
All were calculated to give the ideas of pleasure rather
than magnificence, and had more ease than labour conspicuous.</p>
<p>"Beautiful!" I cried, gazing entranced upon the scene.</p>
<p>"Yes. From the moment we left the city and passed
through the ancient gateway that you admired, we have
been riding in my private domain. Here, as far as the
eye can reach, all is mine, the garden of the Sanoms.
But let us hasten forward. It was not to show you
picturesque landscapes that I brought you hither. We
have much to do ere we return."</p>
<p>Skirting the stream, where flocks and herds stood
gazing at their own images and others drinking of the
transparent waters, we found the river, growing wider,
opened into a spacious lake which was half surrounded
by a rising hill. From the lake, higher than the river,
ran a glittering cascade and over the pendant rocks
fell luxuriant vines and creeping plants. At the
opposite extremity of the lake, which by its pure
waters exposed the bright yellow pebbles on which it
wantoned, two streams ran towards the right and left of
the hill and lost themselves amidst the groves, pasture
and hillocks of the adjacent country. The prospects
around us were beautiful and enchanting. Lofty trees
threw a delightful, welcome shade, and the hill-side
seemed covered with flowering shrubs, which grew
irregularly except where a torrent from the summit, now<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_244" id="Page_244"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/244.png">244</SPAN>]</span>
dry, had during ages worn out a deep hollow bed for
its rapid passage and descent.</p>
<p>There were no roads or beaten paths in this secluded
portion of the royal domain, neither could there be seen
any traces of habitation.</p>
<p>"Deep in yonder lake," said Omar, drawing up his
horse suddenly and swinging himself from his saddle near
the spot where the waters, springing from beneath some
green, moss-grown rocks, fell with gentle music into the
river—"deep in yonder lake there lies a hidden mystery."</p>
<p>"A mystery!" I cried. "What is it?"</p>
<p>"Have patience, and I will reveal to you a secret
known only to myself and to the Naya; the secret that
I told you must be preserved."</p>
<p>"But you say it is buried beneath these waters!" I
exclaimed, puzzled. "How will you reveal it?"</p>
<p>"Watch closely, so that if occasion arises you will
remember how to exactly imitate my movements," he
answered, and when we had tethered our horses, he led
me away from the edge of the lake up the hill-side some
distance to where a number of points of moss-grown rock
cropped up out of the turf.</p>
<p>After searching among them for some minutes he suddenly
stopped before one that rose from the ground
about three feet and was perhaps ten yards in circumference,
examining it carefully, at last giving vent to an
ejaculation of satisfaction.</p>
<p>"You see this rock, Scars!" he cried. "Does anything
about it appear to you remarkable?"</p>
<p>I bent, and feeling it with both my hands, carefully
examined its side, top and base.</p>
<p>"No," I answered, laughing. "As far as I can detect
it is the same as the others."</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_245" id="Page_245"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/245.png">245</SPAN>]</span>
"You would never guess anything hidden there?" he
asked, smiling.</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"Well, watch and I'll show you." And with these
words the Naba of Mo approached the rock at a point
immediately facing me, and placing his hands upon the
side, about two feet from the ground, drew out bodily
a portion of its lichen-covered face about eighteen inches
square, that had been so deftly hewn that when in its
place none could detect it had ever been removed.</p>
<p>Peering into the cavity thus disclosed I saw, to my
surprise, what appeared to be a small iron lever, thickly
rusted, descending into some cog-wheeled mechanism of
a very complicated character.</p>
<p>"Now, watch the lake while I reveal to you its mystery,"
my companion said, placing his hands upon the lever.
With a harsh, grating noise it fell back beneath the
weight he threw upon it, and the harsh jarring of cog-wheels
revolving sounded for a few moments beneath
our feet. Then, as he set the mechanism in motion, my
gaze was fixed upon the lake and I stood aghast in
wonderment.</p>
<p>As the lever was drawn and the rusty cogs ran into one
another, the whole mass of rock damming the lake above
the small cascade where it fell into the river, gradually
rose, like a great sluice gate, allowing the waters to escape
and empty themselves, roaring and tumbling, into the
winding river beside which we had journeyed. It was
an amazing transformation, as imposing as it was unexpected.
A few seconds before, the river, shallow and
peaceful, fed by its tiny cascade, rippled away over its
pebbly bed; now, however, with the great volume of
water from the lake it rose so rapidly that the swirling,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_246" id="Page_246"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/246.png">246</SPAN>]</span>
boiling current overflowed its banks, sweeping everything
before it.</p>
<p>Nor was this the only result of pressing the lever, for
at the opposite end of the lake a similar outlet opened,
and as I looked I saw the water falling with a rapidity
that was astounding. Hydraulic power was evidently
known to these strange semi-civilized people, yet the actual
means by which the lake was so rapidly emptied I was
unable to discover, all the machinery being hidden away
in some subterranean chamber.</p>
<p>"By what cunning device is this accomplished?" I
inquired of Omar, who stood regarding the disappearing
flood with satisfaction.</p>
<p>"This mechanism was invented ages ago by one of my
ancestors," he answered. "Its exact date no man can
tell. But here water is given mastery over itself, and so
careful was its constructor to preserve the secret of its
existence that the slaves and workmen, all criminals,
were kept close prisoners during the whole time they
were at work, and on its completion they were all, without
a single exception, killed, in order that none should
know the secret save the reigning Naba and his heir."</p>
<p>"They were murdered then!"</p>
<p>"They were all criminals who for various serious
crimes had been condemned to death. It is said they
numbered over two hundred," Omar answered.</p>
<p>But even as he had been speaking the water of the
lake had so drained away that its clean stony bottom was
now revealed, the pebbles being exposed in large patches
here and there, while the deeper pools remaining were
alive with water-snakes and fish of all kinds. There
seemed but little mud, yet in the very centre of the
great basin was a patch of pebbles and rock higher than<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_247" id="Page_247"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/247.png">247</SPAN>]</span>
the remainder, standing like a small island that, before
the lever had been touched, had been submerged. Leading
the way, Omar descended to the edge of the lake,
skirted it for some little distance, until he came to a long
row of flat stones placed together, forming stepping-stones
to the miniature island.</p>
<p>"Come," he said. "Follow me," and starting off we
were soon crossing the bed of the lake, being compelled
to advance cautiously owing to the slippery
nature of the weeds and water-plants that overgrew the
stones. On gaining the island, however, a fresh surprise
awaited me, for Omar, halting amid the mud in the
centre, exclaimed:</p>
<p>"Watch carefully, Scars. You may some day desire
to act as I am acting; but always remember that here
any undue hurry means inevitable death."</p>
<p>"Death! What do you mean?"</p>
<p>"Wait, and you shall see," he replied, as stooping
suddenly he turned up the sleeves of his royal robe and
groping with his hand in the mud, at last discovered an
iron ring, green with slime, which, grasping with both
hands, he slowly twisted many times. A hissing sound
was emitted, as if the action of untwisting the ring relieved
some heavy pressure, admitting air to a chamber
that had been hermetically sealed. This surmise was, I
afterwards learned, correct. The unscrewing of this
ring caused the sides of a plate embedded in the mud to
contract, and air, so long excluded, entered the mysterious
place below.</p>
<p>In a few moments, having paused to wipe the perspiration
from his brow, Omar, again grasping the slippery
ring, gave it a sudden jerk and by that means lifted
the covering from a circular hole descending into an<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_248" id="Page_248"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/248.png">248</SPAN>]</span>
impenetrable darkness, but bricked round like a cottage
well in England, and having projecting pieces of iron,
forming steps.</p>
<p>"Now," exclaimed Omar, as together we peered into
the mysterious opening. "To descend at once would
mean certain death."</p>
<p>"How? Is the air below foul?"</p>
<p>"Not at all. The ingenuity of my ancestor who constructed
this place made arrangements to avoid all that.
The danger arises from a contrivance he devised by
which any person attempting to explore it and being unaware
of the means to guard against death, must be inevitably
swept into eternity. Now, in order to give you
an illustration of this danger I will show you the result
of any adventurous person stepping down."</p>
<p>Taking from the mud a long iron bar, which he
observed incidentally was kept there for the purpose of
guarding against death, he reached down the shaft and
placing the end of the bar upon the third step, threw his
whole weight upon it, saying:</p>
<p>"We will suppose you have descended until your feet
stand upon this step. Now, watch."</p>
<p>As the weight fell upon the step it gave way so slightly
as to be almost imperceptible, but suddenly from hidden
cavities around the well-like shaft there came six rings of
long, sharp steel spikes, set inwards, three above and
three below, which, contracting as they came forward, met
and interlaced. In an instant I recognised what terrible
fate would be the lot of any adventurer who dared to
enter that dark shaft. The action of stepping upon that
fatal projecting iron released hydraulic pressure of
irresistible power, and the unfortunate one, unable to
ascend or descend by reason of the danger being above<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_249" id="Page_249"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/249.png">249</SPAN>]</span>
and below, must be impaled by a hundred cruel spikes,
sharp and double-edged like spears, while the bands
whereon they were set must crush his bones to pulp.</p>
<p>I looked at this terrible device for producing an
agonizing death and shuddered. The precautions taken
to prevent anyone entering the place were the most
elaborate and ingenious I had ever seen. Even if any
person learnt the secret of draining the lake, the shaft
leading to the mysterious subterranean place was unapproachable
by reason of this extraordinary mechanical
device.</p>
<p>During five minutes the spikes remained interlaced,
then automatically they disengaged themselves, and
slowly fell back into the cavity running round the brickwork,
wherein they remained concealed.</p>
<p>Thrice again did Omar repeat this action of pressing
the bar upon the step, each time with an exactly similar
result, chatting to me the while. Then, when for the
third time the spikes had fallen back into their places,
he said:</p>
<p>"Now the secret to avoid this and lock the mechanism
is to turn back this little lever and place it in this catch,
so. This cannot, however, be done unless the step
has been pressed three times."</p>
<p>And bending over he showed me another tiny lever
thickly encrusted with rust, secreted behind a movable
brick in the first tier below the lake's bottom. This he
placed in position, securing it in a niche so that it
became immovable.</p>
<p>"Now," he said, "we may descend without fear," and
with these words knelt down, and after lighting a torch he
had brought with him, commenced the descent into the
cavernous gloom. I quickly followed, my feet resting<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_250" id="Page_250"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/250.png">250</SPAN>]</span>
for a brief instant upon the fatal iron projection, but no
spikes came forward, for the terrible mechanism was now
locked. Deep down into this circular shaft we went, the
smoke and sparks from Omar's torch ever ascending into
my face as I lowered myself from rung to rung, until at
last, at considerable depth, we found ourselves in a kind
of natural cavern. The place seemed damp and full of
bad odours, to which submitting with patience we, by a
long passage, sometimes crawling under rugged arches,
sometimes wading in mud and dirt, attained the end of
the cavern, where we stumbled on some narrow steps;
but the torch shed little light, and we became nearly
suffocated by the noisome vapours.</p>
<p>"I thought you said the air was fresh here," I exclaimed
good-humouredly to my companion.</p>
<p>"So I did," he answered. "I cannot make out why
it has become so foul. The air-holes must have become
accidentally stopped up."</p>
<p>The widening ascent was so intricate and clogged
with dirt and rubbish that we worked like moles in the
dark; nevertheless, by diligent industry we gained
ground considerably, yet as we endeavoured to mount,
the slimy steps slipped from under us, and ever and
anon we would come tumbling down with a weight of
dirt upon us.</p>
<p>After various labours, however, we suddenly entered a
great cavern, quite dry. From its roof hung great
stalactites that glittered and sparkled in the torch's uncertain
light, while around the rough walls of this natural
chamber were heaped in profusion great heavy chests of
iron and adamant.</p>
<p>With the torch held high above his head Omar rushed
across to the pile and bending, examined one chest after<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_251" id="Page_251"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/251.png">251</SPAN>]</span>
the other. Then, raising himself as the truth suddenly
dawned upon him, he cried in a hoarse, excited voice:</p>
<p>"By the power of Zomara, we have been tricked!"</p>
<p>"Tricked! How?" I gasped in alarm.</p>
<p>"Cannot you see?" he wailed. "This, the Treasure-house
of the Sanoms, has been entered and its contents,
worth a fabulous sum, have been extracted! See! Each
trunk has been forced by explosives!"</p>
<p>I gazed eagerly where he directed, and saw that the
trunks of iron and stone had been blown open by gunpowder,
for on each remained a blackened patch, showing
plainly the means used to force the strong chest wherein
reposed the magnificent jewels, the vessels of gold, and
the historic gem-encrusted and invulnerable armour of the
Nabas of Mo.</p>
<p>"Then this is the place the secret of which the
villainous old Arab, Samory, endeavoured to wrench from
you by torture," I exclaimed, gazing round the grim,
weird cavern.</p>
<p>"Yes," he answered. "This is the Treasure house of
my ancestors. Since the days of King Karmos each
Naba or Naya has added to the great store of treasure
amassed for the purpose of the emancipation of our
country in the day of need. Only the reigning monarch
and the heir have, in any generation, ever known the
secret of how the Treasure-house can be approached—the
secret I have to-day revealed to you as Keeper of
the Treasure."</p>
<p>"But if you alone knew the secret, who could have
ransacked the place?" I asked. "The chests seem to
have been recently opened."</p>
<p>"True," he answered, and pointing to a heap of
bejewelled swords, breastplates and helmets, that had<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_252" id="Page_252"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/252.png">252</SPAN>]</span>
apparently been hastily cast aside as the least valuable
of the great treasure, he added: "All the most historic
and beautiful jewels have been taken, and the gold
vessels and things of minor value left. See! It is
plain that the theft was accomplished in all haste, for
there was scarce time to sort the gems that are unique
from those rivalled by others."</p>
<p>"It certainly looks as if the jewels were secured in
feverish haste," I said, at the same time picking up from
the uneven floor a bronze oil lamp lying overturned and
discarded.</p>
<p>Together we set about making a systematic examination
of the various chests, numbering nearly one
hundred. Those fashioned from single stones were
of great age, looking like coffins, while those of iron
were ponderous caskets bound with huge bands, studded
and double-locked, with great antique hinges of marvellous
workmanship. With perhaps half a dozen exceptions
the lid of each had yielded to the charge of
explosive placed beneath it, while in many cases the
whole side of the casket had been blown completely
out, injuring or destroying some of its valuable contents.
Jewellery and gems, set and unset, had been strewn about
and trodden into the dust by hurrying feet, and a few
that I recognized at once as of fabulous value had been
overlooked. Stooping, I picked up from the dirt a
marvellously-cut ruby, almost the size of a pigeon's egg.
But the majority of the treasure-chests had been
emptied. The place had been visited, and the vast
wealth of a nation stolen.</p>
<p>"For the first time in the long, glorious history of
my land has the Treasure-house been entered by
thieves," Omar said, as if to himself. "No mere<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_253" id="Page_253"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/253.png">253</SPAN>]</span>
adventurer can have been here; this great robbery is
the result of some base conspiracy. The treasure of the
Sanoms, renowned through the whole world as the most
wondrous collection of magnificent and unsurpassable
gems, has been cleared out and the entrance re-closed in
a manner little short of marvellous. To-day is indeed
a sad one for Mo, and for me. My inheritance has
been taken from me."</p>
<p>"By whom?" I inquired, continuing my way, examining
one of the few chests that had apparently not been
tampered with. But, as in the gloom I hastened from
one casket to another, my foot suddenly struck against
some object, causing me to lose my balance, and thus
tripped, were it not for the fact that I clutched at the
corner of the great chest, I should have fallen upon my
face.</p>
<p>Bending to examine what it was, I was amazed to
discover the body of a male slave, still dressed in the
uniform of the servants of the palace, but rapidly decomposing.
It was the faint sickening odour emitted from
the corpse that had greeted our nostrils when we
entered the place.</p>
<p>We both bent and looked at him, astounded at discovering,
still imbedded in his back, a long keen knife.
He had been struck down from behind and murdered,
while in the act of securing some of the treasure, for his
brown withered fingers still grasped a beautiful necklet
of magnificent pearls, an ornament worth several
thousand English pounds.</p>
<p>"That is one of the Naya's personal attendants,"
observed Omar, recognizing the dress, but unable to distinguish
the features of the murdered man, so decomposed
were they. "He perhaps participated in<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_254" id="Page_254"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/254.png">254</SPAN>]</span>
the plot, and to secure his silence, or his portion of
the booty, his fellow-conspirators struck him to earth."</p>
<p>"But to whom is due the chief responsibility in this
affair?" I asked. "Surely you have some suspicion?"</p>
<p>"I know not," he answered. "Besides myself only
the Naya knew the secret means by which the treasure
might be reached."</p>
<p>"Then in all probability she secured it before her
flight!" I cried.</p>
<p>"That may be the truth," he answered in a tone of
suppressed agitation. "Immediately she obtained
knowledge through her spies of my intention to disobey
her, she may have secured the most valuable of the
jewels and had them packed ready to take them with her
if compelled to flee. Yet somehow I cannot believe she
has done this, for their removal must have attracted
attention. No, I believe we shall have to look in
another quarter for the thief." Then, bending again
to examine the hilt of the knife embedded in the body
of the unfortunate slave, he added: "That poignard was
hers. She carried it always in her girdle, and it seems,
after all, as though this man was her confidant and
assistant, and that here alone she closed his lips by
murdering him. Yet to her, life was more valuable
than the treasure, and I cannot believe that she risked
detection and capture in order to secure what she might
afterwards obtain by the assistance of hirelings."</p>
<p>"A dark tragedy has certainly been enacted," I said,
glancing around the gruesome place with its gloomy
corners and crevices where the blackness was impenetrable.
"The theft has been accompanied by a secret
assassination at some coward's hand."</p>
<p>"Yes," he exclaimed, standing with folded arms and<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_255" id="Page_255"></SPAN>[<SPAN href="./images/255.png">255</SPAN>]</span>
chin sunk upon his breast. "The great treasure,
belonging not only to our family but to our nation, has
been stolen, and I swear by Zomara's power that I will
seek out the thief and recover it. I am Naba, and it
is my duty to my people to restore their wealth to its
hiding-place. Each successive ruler has enriched his
country by making additions to the store of jewels, and it
shall never be recorded that on finding the most valuable
of our possessions stolen, I made no effort to trace and
recover them. True, they have been abstracted in a
manner almost miraculous for ingenuity and rapidity, but
from this moment I will not rest until they are recovered.
And you, Scarsmere, as Keeper of the Treasure-house,
shall assist me."</p>
<p>"I am ready," I answered, excited at the prospect of
this new task before us. "We will spare no effort to
seek the thief and recover the Treasure of the Sanoms.
It is, as you declare, a duty, and I am ready and
anxious to commence the search."</p>
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