The Worm Ouroboros, Eric Rücker Eddison [epub ebook reader txt] 📗
- Author: Eric Rücker Eddison
- Performer: -
Book online «The Worm Ouroboros, Eric Rücker Eddison [epub ebook reader txt] 📗». Author Eric Rücker Eddison
by your questioning. Nevertheless I am utterly obedient to your
majesty’s admonition.”
The King rose from his chair and walked towards Gro, slowly. He was
exceeding tall, and lean as a starved cormorant. Laying his hands upon
the shoulders of Gro, and bending his face to Gro’s, “Art not
afeared,” he asked, “to abide me in this chamber, at the close of day?
Or hast not thought on’t, and on these instruments thou seest, their
use and purpose, and the ancient use of this chamber?”
Gro blenched never a whit, but stoutly said, “I am not afeared, O my
Lord the King, but rather rejoiced I at your summons. For it jumpeth
with mine own designs, when I took counsel secretly in my heart after
the woes that the Fates fulfilled for Witchland in the Foliot Isles.
For in that day, O King, when I beheld the light of Witchland darkened
and her might abated in the fall of King Gorice XI. of glorious
memory, I thought on you, Lord, the twelfth Gorice raised up King in
Carcë; and there was present to my mind the word of the soothsayer of
old, where he singeth:
Ten, eleven, tweif I see
In sequent varietie
Of puissaunce and maistrye
With swerd, sinwes, and grammarie.
In the holde of Carcë
Lordinge it royally.
And being minded that he singleth out you, the twelfth, as potent in
grammarie, all my care was that these Demons should be detained within
reach of your spells until we should have time to win home to you and
to apprise you of their farings, that so you might put forth your
power and destroy them by art magic or ever they come safe again to
manymountained Demonland.”
The King took Gro to his bosom and kissed him, saying, “Art thou not a
very jewel of wisdom and discretion? Let me embrace thee and love thee
for ever.”
Then the King stood back from him, keeping his hands on Gro’s
shoulders, and gazed piercingly upon him for a space in silence. Then
kindled he a taper that stood in an iron candlestick by the table
where the books lay, and held it to Gro’s face. And the King said,
“Ay, wise thou art and of good discretion, and some courage hast thou.
But if thou be to serve me this night, needs must I try thee first
with terrors till thou be inured to them, as tried gold runneth in the
crucible; or if thou be base metal only, till that thou be eaten up by
them.”
Gro said unto the King, “For many years, Lord, or ever I came to
Carcë, I fared up and down the world, and I am acquainted with objects
of terror as a child with his toys. I have seen in the southern seas,
by the light of Achernar and Canopus, giant sea-horses battling with
eight-legged cuttle-fishes in the whirlpools of the Korsh. Yet was I
unafraid. I was in the isle Ciona when the first of the pit brast
forth in that isle and split it as a man’s skull is split with an axe,
and the green gulfs of the sea swallowed that isle, and the stench and
the steam hung in the air for days where the burning rock and earth
had sizzled in the ocean. Yet was I unafraid. Also was I with Gaslark
in the flight out of Zajë Zaculo, when the Ghouls took the palace over
our heads, and portents walked in his halls in broad daylight, and the
Ghouls conjured the sun out of heaven. Yet was I unafraid. And for
thirty days and thirty nights wandered I alone on the face of the
Moruna in Upper Impland, where scarce a living soul hath been: and
there the evil wights that people the air of that desert dogged my
steps and gibbered at me in darkness. Yet was I unafraid; and came in
due time to Morna Moruna, and thence, standing on the lip of the
escarpment as it were on the edge of the world, looked southaway where
never mortal eye had gazed aforetime, across the untrodden forests of
the Bhavinan. And in that skyey distance, pre-eminent beyond range on
range of ice-robed mountains, I beheld two peaks throned for ever
between firm land and heaven in unearthly loveliness: the spires and
airy ridges of Koshtra Pivrarcha, and the wild precipices that soar
upward from the abysses to the queenly silent snowdome of Koshtra
Belorn.”
When Gro had ended, the King turned him away and, taking from a shelf
a retort filled with a dark blue fluid, set it on a bainmarie, and a
lamp thereunder. Fumes of a faint purple hue came forth from the neck
of the retort, and the King gathered them in a flask. He made signs
over the flask and shook forth into his hand therefrom a fine powder.
Then said he unto Gro, holding out the powder in the open palm of his
hand, “Look narrowly at this powder.” And Gro looked. The King
muttered an incantation, and the powder moved and heaved, and was like
a crawling mass of cheesemites in an overripe cheese. It increased in
volume in the King’s hand, and Gro perceived that each particular
grain had legs. The grains grew before his eyes, and became the size
of mustard seeds, and then of barleycorns, swiftly crawling each over
other. And even as he marvelled, they waxed great as kidney beans, and
now was their shape and seeming clear to him, so that he beheld that
they were small frogs and paddocks; and they overflowed from the
King’s hand as they waxed swiftly in size, pouring on to the floor.
And they ceased not to increase and grow; and now were they large as
little dogs, nor might the King retain more than a single one, holding
his hand under its belly while it waved its legs in the air; and they
were walking on the tables and jostling on the floor. Pallid they
were, and permeable to light like thin horn, and their hue a faint
purple, even as the hue of the vapour whence they were engendered. And
now was the room filled with them so that they mounted perforce one on
another’s shoulders, and they were of the bigness of well fatted hogs;
and they goggled their eyes at Gro and croaked. The King looked
narrowly on Gro, who stood in the presence of that spectacle, the
crown of Witchland in his hands; and the King marked that the crown
trembled not a whit in Gro’s hands that held it. So he said a certain
word, and the paddocks and the frogs grew small again, shrinking more
swiftly than they had grown, and so vanished.
The King now took from the shelf a ball the size of the egg of an
estridge, of dark green glass. He said unto Gro, “Look well at this
glass and tell me what thou seest.” Gro answered him, “I see a
shifting shadow within.” The King commanded him saying, “Dash it down
with all thy strength upon the floor.” The Lord Gro lifted the ball
with both hands above his head, and it was ponderous as a ball of
lead, and according to the command of Gorice the King he hurled it on
the floor, so that it was pashed in pieces. And, behold, a puff of
thick smoke burst forth from the fragments of the ball and took the
form of one of human shape and dreadful aspect, whose two legs were
two writhing snakes; and it stood in the chamber so tall that the head
of it touched the vaulted ceiling, viewing the King and Gro
malevolently and menacing them. The King caught down a sword that hung
against the wall, and put it in Gro’s hand, shouting, “Smite off the
legs of it! and delay not, or thou art but dead!” Gro smote and cut
off the left leg of the evil wight, easily, as it were cutting of
butter. But from the stump came forth two fresh snakes awrithing; and
so it fared likewise with the right leg, but the King shouted, “Smite
and cease not, or thou art but a dead dog!” and ever as Gro hewed a
snake in twain forth came two more from the wound, till the chamber
was a maze of their wriggling forms. And still Gro hewed with a will,
until the sweat stood on his brow, and he said, panting between the
strokes, “O King, I have made him many-legged as a centipede: must I
make him a myriapod ere night’s decline?” And the King smiled, and
spake a word of hidden meaning; and therewith the turmoil was gone as
a gust of wind departeth, and nought left save the shivered splinters
of the green ball on the chamber floor.
“Wast not afeared?” asked the King, and when Gro said nay, “Methinks
these sights of terror should much afflict thee,” said the King,
“since well I know thou art not skilled in art magical.”
“Yet am I a philosopher,” answered Lord Gro; “and somewhat know I of
alchymy and the hidden properties of this material world: the virtues
of herbs, plants, stones, and minerals, the ways of the stars in their
courses, and the influences of those heavenly bodies. And I have held
converse with birds and fishes in their degree, and that generation
which creepeth on the earth is not held in scorn by me, but oft talk I
in sweet companionship with the eft of the pond, and the glowworm, and
the lady-bird, and the pismire, and their kind, making them my little
gossips. So have I a certain lore which lighteth me in the outer court
of the secret temple of grammarie and art forbid, albeit I have not
peered within that temple. And by my philosophy, O King, I am
certified concerning these apparitions which you have raised for me,
that they be illusions and phantasms only, able to terrify the soul
indeed of him that knoweth not divine philosophy, but without bodily
power or essence. Nor is aught to fear in such, save the fear itself
wherewith they strike the simple.”
Then said the King, “By what token knowest thou this?”
And the Lord Gro made answer unto him, “O King, as a child weaveth a
daisy-chain, thus easily did you conjure up these shapes of terror.
Not in such wise fareth he that calleth out of the deep the deadly
terror indeed; but with toil and sweat and with straining of thought,
will, heart, and sinew fareth he.”
The King smiled. “Thou sayest true. Now, therefore, since
phantasmagoria maketh not thy heart to quail, I present thee a more
material horror.”
And he lighted the candles in the great candlesticks of iron and
opened a little secret door in the wall of the chamber near the floor;
and Gro beheld iron bars within the little door, and heard a hissing
from behind the bars. The King took a key of silver of delicate
construction, the handle slender and three spans in length, and opened
the iron grated door. And the King said, “Behold and see, that which
sprung from the egg of a cock, hatched by the deaf adder. The glance
of its eye sufficeth to turn to stone any living thing that standeth
before it. Were I but for one instant to loose my spells whereby I
hold it in subjection, in that moment would end my life days and
thine. So strong in properties of ill is this serpent which the
ancient Enemy that dwelleth in darkness hath placed upon this earth,
to be a bane unto the children of men, but an instrument of might in
the hand of enchanters and sorcerers.
Therewith came forth that offspring of perdition
Comments (0)