The People of the Mist Part 36
"You made that remark before, Juanna; but for my part I don't think she is changed. The sight of her amiable parent has developed her hidden virtues, that is all."
CHAPTER XXV
THE SACRIFICE AFTER THE NEW ORDER
The third day came, the day of sacrifice after the new order. Nothing particular had happened in the interval: Leonard and Francisco took some walks through the city, guarded by Peter and the Settlement men; that was all.
They did not see much there, except the exteriors of the houses built of stone and roofed with turves, and the cold stare of curiosity with which they were followed by hundreds of eyes gave them a sense of unrest that effectually checked their efforts at closer examination. Once indeed they halted in the market-place, which was thronged; whereon all business ceased, and seller, buyer, herdsmen, and presiding priests flocked around staring at them, half in fear and half in curiosity, for they had never seen white men before. This they could not bear, so they returned to the palace.
Of course Otter and Juanna, being divine, were not allowed to indulge in such recreations. They were G.o.ds and must live up to their reputation.
For one day Otter endured it; on the second, in spite of Leonard's warnings, he sought refuge in the society of the bridge Saga. This was the beginning of evil, for if no man is a hero to his _valet de chambre_, much less can he remain a G.o.d for long in the eyes of a curious woman. Here, as in other matters, familiarity breeds contempt.
Leonard saw these dangers and spoke seriously to the dwarf on the subject. Still he could not conceal from himself that, putting aside the question of his _ennui_, which made his conduct natural, at any rate in a savage, Otter's position was a difficult one. So Leonard shrugged his shoulders and consoled himself as best he could with the reflection that, at least, his wife would teach the dwarf something of her language, which, by the way, he himself was practising a.s.siduously under the tuition of Juanna and Soa.
At noon the party adjourned to the temple, escorted by a bevy of priests and soldiers, for in obedience to Juanna's commands the feast was to be celebrated in the daytime and not at night. As before, the vast amphitheatre was crowded with thousands of human beings, but there was a difference in the arrangements.
Juanna and Otter had declined to occupy their lofty thrones, and sat in chairs at the feet of the huge and hideous stone idol, almost on the edge of the pool, Nam alone standing before them, while Leonard, Francisco, and the Settlement men ranged themselves on either side. The day was cold and miserable, and snow fell from time to time in large flakes from an ashen sky.
Presently Nam addressed the mult.i.tude.
"People of the Mist," he cried, "ye are gathered here to celebrate the feast of Jal, according to ancient custom, but the G.o.ds have come back to you, as ye know, and the G.o.ds in their wisdom have changed the custom. Fifty women were prepared for the sacrifice; this morning they rose rejoicing, deeming that they were destined to the Snake, but now their joy is turned to sorrow, since the G.o.ds will not accept them, having chosen a new offering for themselves. Let it be brought forward."
At his word lads appeared from behind the idol, driving two lean bulls, and with them a pair of he-goats.
Whether by accident or design, they drove them so unskilfully that the animals blundered hither and thither over the rocky platform till they were finally despatched with blows from clubs and axes--that is, except one goat, which, escaping its pursuers, rushed down the amphitheatre and scrambled from seat to seat among the audience, uttering a succession of terrified "baa's." Indeed the scene was so comic that even that sombre and silent people began to laugh, accustomed as they were on these occasions to the hideous and impressive ceremonial of the midnight sacrifice of so many human beings.
The ancient feast was a fiasco; this was a fact which could not be concealed.
"Begone, ye People of the Mist," said Nam presently, pointing to the dead animals. "The sacrifice is sacrificed, the festival of Jal is done. May the Mother plead with the Snake that the sun may shine and fruitfulness bless the land!"
Now scarcely ten minutes had elapsed since the beginning of the ceremony, which in the ordinary course of events lasted through the greater part of the night, for it was the custom to slaughter each victim singly and with appropriate solemnities. A murmur of disapprobation arose from the far end of the amphitheatre, that swelled gradually to a roar. The people had been thankful to accept Juanna's message of peace, but, brutalised as they were by the continual sight of bloodshed, they were not willing to dispense with their carnivals of human sacrifice. A Roman audience gathered to witness a gladiatorial show, to find themselves treated instead to a donkey-race and a c.o.c.k-fight, could scarcely have shown more fury.
"Bring out the women! Let the victims be offered up to Jal as of old,"
the mult.i.tude yelled in their rage, and ten minutes or more elapsed before they could be quieted.
Then Nam addressed them cunningly.
"People of the Mist," he said, "the G.o.ds have given us a new law, a law of the sacrifice of oxen and goats in the place of men and maids, and ye yourselves have welcomed that law. No longer shall the blood of victims flow to Jal beneath the white rays of the moon while the chant of his servants goes up to heaven. Nay, henceforth this holy place must be a shambles for the kine. So be it, my children; in my old age I hear the G.o.ds speaking in an altered voice and I obey them. It is nothing to me who am about to die, yet I tell you that rather would I myself be stretched upon the ancient stone than see the worship of our forefathers thus turned into a mockery. The sacrifice is sacrificed: now may the Maid intercede with the Snake that plenty may bless the land." And he smiled satirically and turned away.
Those of the audience who were near enough to hear his words cried them out to the ranks behind them, and when all understood there followed a scene of most indescribable tumult.
"Blood, give us blood!" roared the populace, their fierce faces alight with rage. "Shall we be mocked with the sacrifice of goats? Offer up the servants of the false G.o.ds. Give us blood! Lead forth the victims!"
In the midst of this uproar Juanna, clad in her white robes and with the red stone bound upon her brow, rose from her seat to speak.
"Silence!" cried Nam, "hear the voice of Aca;" and by degrees the shouting died away, and she spoke.
"Do ye dare thus to offer outrages to the G.o.ds?" she cried. "Be warned lest we bring death and famine upon you all. Men shall be offered up to us no more. I have spoken."
For a while there was silence, then the clamour broke out with redoubled violence, and a portion of the mult.i.tude made a rush round the edge of the pool towards the rock platform, which was repelled by the soldiers in a very half-hearted way.
"Now," said Olfan, "I think that these will do well to be going," and he pointed to Leonard, Francisco, and the Settlement men. "Doubtless the G.o.ds can defend themselves, but if the others do not fly this is sure, that presently they will be torn to pieces."
"Let us all go," said Juanna, whose nerve began to fail her; and suiting the action to the word she led the way towards the rock tunnel, followed by the others.
They were not allowed to reach it unmolested, however, for a number of the crowd, headed, as Leonard noticed, by two priests, forced their way through the cordon of guards and became mixed with the rear of their little party, the members of which they threatened and struck at savagely. This happened just as they were entering the mouth of the tunnel, behind the statue where the gloom was great.
This tunnel was protected by a door, which, so soon as they thought that all had pa.s.sed, Olfan and Leonard made haste to close, leaving the mob howling without. Then they pressed on to the palace, which they reached in safety, Olfan remaining behind, however, to watch the movements of the mob.
"Oh! why would not you suffer them to sacrifice according to their wicked custom, Shepherdess?" said Otter. "What does it matter if they kill each other? So shall there be fewer of them. Now the end of it must be that the devils will find us out and murder us."
"No, no," said Francisco, "the senora was right. Let us trust in Providence and keep ourselves clean from such iniquity."
As he spoke the roars of wrath in the distance changed to a shout of triumph followed by silence.
"What is that?" said Juanna faintly. At this moment Olfan pushed the curtains aside and entered, and his face was heavy.
"Speak, Olfan," she said.
"The people sacrifice as of old, Queen," he answered. "All of us did not pa.s.s the gate; two of your black servants were mixed up with the crowd and left, and now they offer them to Jal, and others with them."
Leonard ran to the yard and counted the Settlement men, who were huddled together in their fear, staring towards the temple through the bars of the gate. Two were missing.
As he returned he met Olfan coming out.
"Where is he going?" he asked of Juanna.
"To guard the gates. He says that he cannot be sure of the soldiers. Is it true about the Settlement men?"
"Alas! yes. Two are gone."
She hid her face in her hands and shuddered.
"Poor creatures!" she said presently in a hoa.r.s.e voice. "Why did we ever bring them here? Oh! Leonard, is there no escape from this land of demons?"
"I hope so," he answered; then added, "Come, Juanna, do not give way.
Things look so bad that they are sure to mend."
"There is need of it," she sobbed.
All that evening and night they watched, hourly expecting to be attacked and dragged forth to sacrifice, but no attack was made. Indeed, on the morrow they learnt from Olfan that the people had dispersed after sacrificing about a score of human beings, and that quiet reigned in the city.
Now began the most dreadful of their trials, and the longest, for it endured five whole weeks. As has been said, the climate of these vast upland plains, backed by snow-clad mountains, that are the dwelling-place of the People of the Mist, is cold during the winter months to the verge of severity. But at a certain period of a year, almost invariably within a day or two of the celebration of the feast of Jal, the mists and frost vanish and warm weather sets in with bright sunshine.
This is the season of the sowing of crops, and upon the climatic conditions of the few following weeks depends the yield of the harvest.
Should the spring be delayed even a week or two, a short crop would certainly result, but if its arrival is postponed for a month, it means something like a famine during the following winter. For although this people dwell on high lands they cultivate the same sorts of grain which are common in these lat.i.tudes, namely maize and sundry varieties of Kaffir corn, having no knowledge of wheat and the other hardy cereals.