Liola's Discovery

: The Great White Queen

WITH a sudden bound I left Liola's side and sprang upon the leader of our

enemies, clutching him fiercely by the throat and shouting for

assistance. No one was, however, near, and for a few moments we struggled

desperately. He was unarmed, and I, having unfortunately dropped my sword

in the encounter, our conflict resolved itself into a fierce wrestle for

the possession of the weapon which must give victory to the one into
/> whose hands it fell. Once Samory, wiry and muscular like all Arabs,

notwithstanding his age, stooped swiftly in an endeavour to snatch up the

blade, but seeing his intention, my fingers tightened their grip upon his

throat, and he was compelled to spring up again without obtaining

possession of the weapon. For several minutes our struggle was desperate,

for he had managed to pinion my arms, and I knew that ere long I must be

powerless, his strength being far superior to my own.



Liola screamed for help, but no one seemed within call, when suddenly the

thought seemed to suggest itself to her to snatch up my weapon and hold

it.



I turned to take it from her, but by this action my grip upon my Arab foe

became released, and with a desperate spring he forced himself from my

grasp, bounding away, leaving a portion of his white jibbeh in my hand.

But, determined that he should not escape, I dashed after him headlong

across the chamber, and out by the opposite door. In the court beyond a

knot of our soldiers were standing discussing the events of the day, and

I shouted to them; but the sight of me chasing a single fugitive slave

did not appeal to them, and they disregarded my order to arrest his

progress. Nevertheless I kept on, feeling assured that sooner or later I

must run him to earth, but never thinking of the intricacies with which

all such palaces abound, intricacies which must be well-known to the

Mohammedan ruler.



Suddenly, after endeavouring to elude me by ingenious devices

innumerable, and always finding himself frustrated, he entered a chamber

leading from the Court of the Eunuchs, and had gained on me sufficiently

to disappear ere I reached the entrance. I rushed through after him,

believing that he had crossed the deserted court beyond, but was

surprised to find that I had utterly lost him. I halted to listen, but

could hear no footsteps, and after a careful examination of all the

outlets, presently returned in chagrin to the chamber into which he had

suddenly dashed, before escaping.



Standing in its centre I looked wonderingly around. Then, for the first

time, I discovered that our soldiers, obeying their instructions, had

been pouring inflammable liquids everywhere throughout the Kasbah, and a

great burst of blood-red flame in the outer court told me that the place

had been ignited. At that moment, Liola, with white scared face,

believing that she had lost me, entered the chamber, but I recognized our

imminent peril, surrounded as we were by a belt of fire.



"Fly!" I cried, frantically. "Fly! quick, back across yonder court to

save thy life! In a few moments I will join thee. I must examine this

chamber ere I depart."



"I will not go without thee," she answered with calm decision.



"Why riskest thou thy life?" I cried in excitement. "Fly, or in a moment

it may be too late, we may both be overwhelmed or suffocated."



But she stirred not. She stood by me in silence, gazing in fear at the

red roaring flames that, raging outside, now cut off our retreat by

either door. The cause of my hesitation to rush away at first sight of

the flames, was the suspicion that somewhere in that chamber was a secret

exit. The sudden manner in which the Arab chieftain had eluded me could

only have been accomplished by such means. The chamber, well furnished

and supported by three great twisted columns of milk-white marble, had

its floor covered with costly rugs and its walls hung with dark red

hangings, bearing strange devices and inscriptions in long thin Arabic

characters. Few rooms in the Kasbah were decorated in this manner, and it

had instantly occurred to me that, concealed somewhere, was one of those

secret ways which, whether in the Oriental palace, or the mediaeval

European castle, are so suggestive of treachery and intrigue.



Although one horse-shoe arch of the place led into the Court of the

Eunuchs, the other, I noticed, was in direct communication with Samory's

private apartments. With consummate skill he had led me here by such a

circuitous route that I had not at first noticed that it joined a kind of

ante-room to his pavilion.



But the roaring flames that every moment leaped nearer, crackling

furiously and fanning us with their scorching breath, allowed me no time

for further reflection. Escape was now entirely cut off; only by

discovering the secret exit could we save ourselves. In breathless haste

I rushed around the walls, tapping them with my sword; but such action

proved useless, as I could hear nothing above the roaring and crackling

on either side. With my hands I tried to discover where the door was

concealed, rushing from side to side in frantic despair, but the exit,

wherever it existed, was too cunningly hidden.



So dense had the smoke become that we could not see across the chamber;

tongues of fire had ignited the heavy silken hangings, and the whole

interior was alight from end to end.



"We are lost--lost!" shrieked Liola in despair "We have fallen victims

to our own terrible vengeance upon our enemies."



Within myself I was compelled to admit this, for it seemed as though

Samory had led us into a veritable death-trap that the soldiers of Mo had

themselves prepared. Suddenly, as a last chance, I remembered I had not

examined the three great marble columns, each of such circumference that

a man could not embrace them in his arms. I dashed forward, and in the

blinding smoke, that caused my eyes to water and held my chest

contracted, I tried to investigate whether they were what they appeared

to be, solid and substantial supports. The first was undoubtedly

fashioned out of a single block of stone, the lower portion polished by

the thousands of people who during many centuries had brushed past it.

The second was exactly similar, and the third also. But the latter seemed

more chipped and worn than the others, and just as I was about to abandon

all hope I made a sudden discovery that thrilled me with joy. As I

grasped it a portion of it fell back, disclosing that the column was

hollow.



The hole was just sufficient to admit the passage of one's body, and

without an instant's hesitation I drew Liola forward, and urged her to

get inside. The flames were now lapping about us, and another moment's

delay would mean certain death. Therefore she dashed in, and as she did

so sank quickly out of sight, while the portion of the marble column

closed again with a snap.



The rapidity with which she disappeared astounded me, the more so, when,

after the lapse of about a minute the platform whereon she had stepped

rose again, and with a click returned to its place. Only then was I

enabled to re-open the cavity. Apparently it worked automatically, and

being balanced in some way, as soon as Liola had stepped off it, had

risen again. Instantly I stepped upon it, and with hands close to my

sides, sank so swiftly into the darkness that the wind whistled through

my garments and roared in my ears. The descent was, I judged, about two

hundred feet, but in the pitch darkness I could not discern the character

of the shaft. Of a sudden with a jerk it stopped, and finding myself in a

strange dimly-lit chamber bricked like a vault, with Liola standing

awaiting me, I stepped off, and as I did so the platform shot up again

into its place.



"We have, at all events, escaped being burned alive," my fair companion

exclaimed when she recovered breath. "But this place is weird and dismal

enough."



"True," I answered. "There must, however, be some exit, or Samory would

not have entered it. We must explore and discover it."



Glancing around the mysterious vault I saw burning in a niche, with a

supply of oil sufficient to last several weeks, a single lamp that had

apparently always been kept alight. Taking it up I led the way through

the long narrow chamber. The walls, blackened by damp, were covered with

great grey fungi, while lizards and other reptiles scuttled from our path

into the darkness. At the further end, the vault narrowed into a passage

so low that we were compelled to stoop when entering it. In this burrow,

the ramifications of which were extraordinary, Liola's filmy garments

came to sad grief, for catching upon the projecting portions of rock,

they were rent from time to time, while the loss of one of her little

green slippers necessitated some delay in recovering it. Yet groping

along the narrow uneven way in search of some exit, we at length came

into a larger chamber, bricked like the others, and as we entered it were

startled by a sudden unearthly roar.



We both drew back, and Liola, in fear, clutched my arm.



"Listen!" she gasped. "What was that?"



Again the noise was repeated, causing the low-roofed chamber to echo, and

as I peered forward into the darkness, my gaze was transfixed by a pair

of gleaming fiery eyes straight before us.



Similar noises I had heard in the forest on many occasions, and the

startling truth at once flashed across my mind. Confronting us was a

lion!



I stood in hesitation, not knowing how to act, while Liola clung to me,

herself detecting the gleaming eyes and being fully aware of our peril.

Yet scarcely a moment passed ere there was a loud rushing sound in the

darkness, and the animal, with a low growl, flew through the air in our

direction. We had no time to elude him, but fortunately he seemed to have

misjudged his distance, for he alighted about half-a-dozen paces short of

us. So close was his head that the two gleaming orbs seemed to be

rivetted to us. We felt his breath, and unable to draw back, we feared

that each second must be our last.



Next moment I heard a clanking of chains, a sound that gave me instant

courage.



"Hark!" I cried joyously. "At present we are safe, for the brute is

chained!"



Such we ascertained a few minutes later was actually the case, and as I

stood there, lamp in hand, my foot struck something. Glancing down I saw

it was a human thigh-bone. The animal had already tasted the blood of

man, and, straining at his chain, was furious to spring upon us. I then

became puzzled to know the reason why this fierce king of the forest

should be kept in captivity at this depth if not to guard some entrance

or exit. For a few moments I reflected, and at length arrived at the

conclusion that during our progress we had slowly ascended towards the

earth's surface, and that through the lion's den was the exit of that

subterranean way. Again, we had neither seen nor heard sign of the

fugitive chieftain. By some means or other he must have succeeded in

passing the ferocious brute, and if he had accomplished it, we surely

could also.



With my words half drowned by the continuous roar of the fiery-eyed

guardian of the secret burrow, I explained briefly to Liola the result of

my reflections, and then set about to ascertain the length of the chain

holding the animal. After several experiments, allowing it to spring

forward at me half-a-dozen times and narrowly escaping its ponderous paws

more than once, I ascertained that the chain was just short enough to

allow a person to cross the chamber flattened against the opposite wall.



Holding the lamp still in my hand and urging Liola to brace her nerves

and watch me closely, I essayed the attempt, creeping cautiously with my

back against the roughly-hewn side of the underground lair, and drawing

my garments about me to prevent them being hooked by the cruel claws that

followed me within a yard during the whole distance. Before my eyes the

big shaggy head wagged continuously, the great jaws with their terrible

teeth opened, emitting terrific roars of rage and closed again with a

dull ominous click, while the chain was strained until I feared it might

be rent asunder.



Through several minutes mine was a most horrible experience, for I knew

not whether the wall was even; if not, I must have fallen beneath the

ferocious claws. However, I managed to successfully cross the brute's

den, and shouting to Liola that the passage was perfectly safe, providing

she kept her garments closely about her and did not remove her back from

the wall, held up the light to her.



With reassuring words she commenced to follow my example, and when the

brute saw me in safety and noticed her approach, he left me and sprang

towards her. But again he fell short, almost strangled by the pressure

upon the iron collar that held him. With an awful roar, his jaws snapping

in rage, and his paws constantly clutching at her, he followed her

closely just as he had followed me. I feared that she might suddenly

faint from the terrible strain upon her nerves, but having witnessed my

safe passage she preserved a calmness that was amazing. Twice as the

animal, after crouching, leapt suddenly forward I feared the chain must

give way, but beyond a low frightened scream escaping her, she preserved

a cool demeanour, and a few moments later I was gratified to find her

standing panting but unharmed at my side.



"There is an exit somewhere near," I exclaimed a moment later, while she

rearranged her torn, blood-stained garments and smoothed her hair with

her hands. "Come, let us search."



On proceeding we soon found ourselves in a small passage, drier than the

former, and descending rather steeply for some distance, suddenly entered

another spacious chamber hewn from the solid rock. Immediately we were

inside some peculiarity of its walls attracted my gaze, and I noticed, in

addition, that we were in a cul-de-sac.



There was, after all, no exit!



The rocky walls, however, rivetted the attention of both of us, for let

into them at frequent intervals were large square plates of iron. These I

examined carefully, quickly arriving at the conclusion that they had been

placed there to close up hewn cavities. With this opinion, Liola,

assisting me in my investigations, fully agreed. Each plate, looking

curiously like the door of an oven, had apparently been fitted deeply

into grooves sunk in the hard rock, for although I tried one after the

other, seeking to remove them, they would not budge. By tapping upon them

I ascertained that they were of great thickness, and I judged that each

must weigh several hundredweight. They were not doors, for they had no

hinges, yet beneath each one was a small semi-circular hole in the iron

into which I could just thrust my little finger. These were certainly not

key-holes, but rather, it seemed, intended to admit air.



In the course of our eager investigations we suddenly came upon a great

pile of strongly-bound loads, each wrapped in untanned cow-hide and bound

tightly with wire. From their battered appearance they had evidently

rested upon the heads of carriers throughout a long march.



"I wonder what they contain?" Liola exclaimed, as we both looked down

upon them.



"Let us see," I said. Handing her the lamp, I knelt upon one of the

packages, and after considerable trouble succeeded in unbinding the wire.

Then as I tore away its thick covering, we both uttered cries of

amazement. The sight that met our gaze was bewildering.



From the package there rolled out into the dust a profusion of

magnificent glittering jewels.



"Ah! What diamonds!" Liola cried, with admiration for the iridescent

stones that was particularly feminine. Then, picking up a splendid

bracelet and slipping it upon her wrist, she added, "Look! Isn't this

marvellous? The gems are larger than I have ever before seen."



"Beautiful!" I cried gleefully, for by sheer good fortune we had

discovered Samory's hidden treasure, and I reflected that our conquest

would be rendered absolutely complete by its removal in triumph to Mo.



After a cursory examination of the first pack we together undid them one

after another, eagerly investigating their glistening contents, and

finding them to consist of a collection of the most wonderful and

valuable precious stones it was possible to conceive. There were a few

heavy gold ornaments of antique pattern, but in most of them jewels were

set, and those only of the most antique and magnificent character. Every

known gem was there represented by specimens larger, and of far purer

water, than my eyes had ever before beheld. Upon her knees, Liola, with a

cry of pleasure, plunged both hands into the glittering heap of jewels,

drawing out one after another and holding them up to the glimmering

light, her bright eyes full of admiration. The examination of nearly

forty great packages took us a long time, but so fascinating proved our

task that we were heedless of how the hours sped in our determination to

ascertain the true extent of our discovery.



While still upon her knees I had opened almost the last package and

spread it before her, when, with a sudden ejaculation she withdrew a

magnificent necklet of emeralds of huge size in quaint ancient settings,

and with a gay laugh held it up to me for a moment, then clasped it about

her own white neck. In the centre hung a pendant consisting of a single

emerald of enormous size and brilliant lustre, and as I regarded it in

the half light, its shape struck me as distinctly curious. I snatched up

the lamp, and bending, examined the quaintly-cut gem more minutely. Then,

next instant, I cried excitedly:



"See! The shape of the pendant proves the origin of the necklet!"



With a quick movement she tore it off and looked. Then, in amazement, she

gasped:



"It is a representation of Zomara, our god!"



We both scrutinized it closely. Yes, there was no mistake, the emerald

had been fashioned into the form of a perfect crocodile, with open jaws,

even the teeth being finely chiselled, a veritable marvel of the

lapidary's art. While we were both looking at it puzzled, Liola's eyes

suddenly became attracted by sight of something in the package I had just

opened, and stooping swiftly, picked out of a mass of ornaments a

magnificent diadem of some strange milk-coloured, opaque crystals of a

character entirely strange to me. The stones were beautifully cut and

polished, and although they glittered, even in the sickly rays of our

lamp, they had no transparency.



"Behold!" she cried in a voice full of awe, her clear eyes wide open in

astonishment. "See what we have discovered!"



I gazed at it, failing at first to notice what I afterwards recognised.



"It is a crown," I said laughing. "A crown fit to grace thy brow!"



"It is the great Rock Diadem of the Sanoms of Mo!" she answered. "See! It

is surmounted by the vampire, our national emblem!"



Then, I saw that upon the crest of the diadem was a single great diamond

wonderfully chiselled to represent a bat with outspread wings, the device

upon the banners of the mystic realm.



"This," she continued, "is without doubt the historic crown of the first

Naya. Though it hath never been seen for ages by the eyes of man, it was

always popularly supposed to be preserved in the secret Treasure-house of

the Sanoms, among the royal jewels. Many are the beliefs and

superstitions regarding it. The stones are said to be the first pieces of

rock chipped during the foundation of our City in the Clouds, which, as

thou art aware, was her work a thousand years ago. Among the possessions

of our royal house no relic hath been more venerated than this Rock

Diadem of the Naya. How it came hither I know not. It is assuredly a

mystery."



"No," I answered, endeavouring to subdue my excitement. "We have now

elucidated the mystery. The Treasure-house of Mo hath been entered by

thieves, and the most valuable of the royal treasures stolen. The matter

hath been kept secret from the people, but by our discovery the identity

of the robbers is established beyond doubt, and we have thus recovered

the wealth of a nation that was believed to be irretrievably lost."



"But is all of this Omar's lost treasure?" she inquired, astounded at my

statement, glancing at the huge heap of gold and jewels nearly as high as

ourselves, and of such great value as to be utterly beyond computation.



"Without doubt," I answered, stooping and picking up several jewelled

trinkets, girdles and other ornaments, each bearing the sacred reptile or

the vampire crest of royalty. "The recovery of these will, at least repay

thy nation for the expedition sent against their enemy. Retain possession

of the Rock Diadem of Mo, for thou hast discovered it, and with thine own

hands shalt thou deliver it into the possession of the ruler who loveth

thee."



Then, carefully wrapping the ancient badge of regal dignity in a piece of

hide and binding it securely with wire as the carriers' loads had been, I

gave it back to her. In half an hour we had completed our examination of

the wondrous accumulation of treasure, finding among it many quaint and

extraordinary ornaments, some no doubt dating from the earlier days of

the foundation of the mysterious isolated kingdom, and others

manufactured during recent centuries. The gems were unique in size and

character. Truly the thieves in the employ of the Arab chief had taken

care to secure the most valuable portion of the royal jewels and leave

behind only those of least worth.



With the secret of their concealment in our possession we were both full

of eagerness to get back to the light of day and take steps for their

removal, yet I confess that the mystery of what was contained behind

those strange plates of iron puzzled me.



Leaving Liola to continue her inspection of our discovered treasures, I

crossed to the wall and examined one of the plates again, trying with

both hands to force it out, but being compelled to relinquish the attempt

as hopeless. I was about to give up all idea of discovering how they

might be opened, when Liola suddenly uttered an exclamation, and in

turning to glance at her, the flame of the lamp I held came into contact

with the wall close to the plate that had defied my exertions to remove

it.



In an instant a bright flash ran around the chamber, lighting it up as

bright as day; a puff of grey smoke was belched in our faces, and a

report like thunder deafened us.



An explosion had occurred, great pieces of rock and other debris being

flung in all directions.



Its terrific force hurled me heavily against the wall, while Liola was

flung face downward upon the pile of jewels. Fortunately, neither of us

sustained any injury beyond a few bruises, but when I had assisted her to

rise, and gazed around, I was amazed to discover that a strange thing had

occurred. The whole of the iron plates had been torn from their sockets,

and a dark cavity behind each disclosed.



The small sealed cells had been wrenched open simultaneously, as if by a

miracle.



But upon careful examination there was, I found, nothing miraculous in

the manner in which they had thus been forced. The suffocating smoke that

filled the place was of itself sufficient evidence of the agent to which

the explosion had been due, and when I looked at the first cavity I saw

that right around the chamber, from plate to plate, there had been laid a

train of gunpowder, communicating with a charge of powder placed behind

each of the semi-circular holes that had so puzzled me. Apparently it had

been deemed by Samory wiser to seal the cells entirely rather than secure

them by locks, and the train of powder had been placed in position in the

event of any reverse of fortune requiring him to secure his treasure

quickly before flight. A single spark, as I had accidentally proved, was

sufficient to open every cell simultaneously.



Fortunately our lamp was not blown out by the concussion, therefore as

soon as the smoke cleared, we together made another tour of inspection

around the cavities, finding each of them crammed to overflowing with

treasure of every description. Five of the cells, apparently freshly

sealed, contained a portion of the stolen jewels of Mo, but all the

remainder were evidently the spoils of war, much of it of enormous value.

It amused me, too, to discover in one of the cavities, among a great

collection of costly bejewelled ornaments, such European articles as a

pair of common scissors in a pasteboard case, several penknives of the

commonest quality, an India-rubber squeaking doll, a child's toy train in

tin, and a mechanical mouse. All were, no doubt, considered as treasures

by the Arab potentate, yet I reflected that nearly every article in the

whole of that miscellaneous collection had been acquired by the most

ruthless and merciless bloodshed.



When at last we became convinced of the necessity for finding some exit,

we left the chamber by the way we had entered. The discovery of the

wonderful treasure of the Sanoms made it plain to me that there must be

an exit somewhere, for the packs were far too ponderous to have been

lowered from the Kasbah by the way we had entered. On reflection I saw

that the lion was evidently kept there to guard the entrance to the store

of treasure, therefore it was not surprising that there was no outlet in

that direction.



No, we should be compelled to repass the brute. This fact I explained to

Liola, but it in no way disconcerted her, for she crept past the

snapping jaws of the furious beast calmly, holding the treasured Rock

Diadem close beside her. Presently, on making a diligent search, we

discovered a long dark tunnel running at right angles to the path we had

traversed, and following this ascended to where a faint but welcome

glimmer of light showed. Soon we were in a small natural cavern, and a

few moments later struggled upward to the light of day, amazed to find

ourselves on the bank of a beautiful river. At our feet the clear cool

water ran by, placid and peaceful, but away across the grass-plain about

half a mile distant was the once-powerful city of Koussan, enveloped in

black smoke that ascended to the clear blue heavens, mingled with great

flames, the fierce roar of which reached our ears where we stood.



The vengeance of Mo had indeed overtaken her Arab enemy, and completely

crushed him.



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