From: When The World Shook
When I reached the rock I was pleased to find Marama and about twenty
of his people engaged in erecting the house that we had ordered them
to build for our accommodation. Indeed, it was nearly finished, since
house-building in Orofena is a simple business. The framework of poles
let into palm trunks, since they could not be driven into the rock, had
been put together on the further shore and towed over bodily by canoes.
The overhanging rock formed one side of the house; the ends were of palm
leaves tied to the poles, and the roof was of the same material. The
other side was left open for the present, which in that equable and
balmy clime was no disadvantage. The whole edifice was about thirty feet
long by fifteen deep and divided into two portions, one for sleeping
and one for living, by a palm leaf partition. Really, it was quite a
comfortable abode, cool and rainproof, especially after Bastin had built
his hut in which to cook.
Marama and his people were very humble in their demeanour and implored
us to visit them on the main island. I answered that perhaps we would
later on, as we wished to procure certain things from the wreck. Also,
he requested Bastin to continue his ministrations as the latter greatly
desired to do. But to this proposal I would not allow him to give any
direct answer at the moment. Indeed, I dared not do so until I was sure
of Oro's approval.
Towards evening they departed in their canoes, leaving behind them the
usual ample store of provisions.
We cooked our meal as usual, only to discover that what Yva had said
about the Life-water was quite true, since we had but little appetite
for solid food, though this returned upon the following day. The same
thing happened upon every occasion after drinking of that water which
certainly was a most invigorating fluid. Never for years had any of us
felt so well as it caused us to do.
So we lit our pipes and talked about our experiences though of these,
indeed, we scarcely knew what to say. Bastin accepted them as something
out of the common, of course, but as facts which admitted of no
discussion. After all, he said, the Old Testament told much the same
story of people called the Sons of God who lived very long lives and ran
after the daughters of men whom they should have left alone, and thus
became the progenitors of a remarkable race. Of this race, he presumed
that Oro and his daughter were survivors, especially as they spoke of
their family as "Heaven born." How they came to survive was more than he
could understand and really scarcely worth bothering over, since there
It was the same about the Deluge, continued Bastin, although naturally
Oro spoke falsely, or, at any rate, grossly exaggerated, when he
declared that he had caused this catastrophe, unless indeed he was
talking about a totally different deluge, though even then he could not
have brought it about. It was curious, however, that the people drowned
were said to have been wicked, and Oro had the same opinion about those
whom he claimed to have drowned, though for the matter of that, he could
not conceive anyone more wicked than Oro himself. On his own showing he
was a most revengeful person and one who declined to agree to a quite
suitable alliance, apparently desired by both parties, merely because it
offended his family pride. No, on reflection he might be unjust to Oro
in this particular, since he never told that story; it was only shown
in some pictures which very likely were just made up to astonish us.
Meanwhile, it was his business to preach to this old sinner down in that
hole, and he confessed honestly that he did not like the job. Still, it
must be done, so with our leave he would go apart and seek inspiration,
which at present seemed to be quite lacking.
Thus declaimed Bastin and departed.
"Don't you tell your opinion about the Deluge or he may cause another
just to show that you are wrong," called Bickley after him.
"I can't help that," answered Bastin. "Certainly I shall not hide the
truth to save Oro's feelings, if he has got any. If he revenges himself
upon us in any way, we must just put up with it like other martyrs."
"I haven't the slightest ambition to be a martyr," said Bickley.
"No," shouted Bastin from a little distance, "I am quite aware of that,
as you have often said so before. Therefore, if you become one, I am
sorry to say that I do not see how you can expect any benefit. You
would only be like a man who puts a sovereign into the offertory bag in
mistake for a shilling. The extra nineteen shillings will do him no good
at all, since in his heart he regrets the error and wishes that he could
have them back."
Then he departed, leaving me laughing. But Bickley did not laugh.
"Arbuthnot," he said, "I have come to the conclusion that I have gone
quite mad. I beg you if I should show signs of homicidal mania, which
I feel developing in me where Bastin is concerned, or of other abnormal
violence, that you will take whatever steps you consider necessary, even
to putting me out of the way if that is imperative."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "You seem sane enough."
"Sane, when I believe that I have seen and experienced a great number of
things which I know it to be quite impossible that I should have seen
or experienced. The only explanation is that I am suffering from
"Then is Bastin suffering from delusions, too?"
"Certainly, but that is nothing new in his case."
"I don't agree with you, Bickley--about Bastin, I mean. I am by no means
certain that he is not the wisest of the three of us. He has a faith and
he sticks to it, as millions have done before him, and that is better
than making spiritual experiments, as I am sorry to say I do, or
rejecting things because one cannot understand them, as you do, which is
only a form of intellectual vanity."
"I won't argue the matter, Arbuthnot; it is of no use. I repeat that I
am mad, and Bastin is mad."
"How about me? I also saw and experienced these things. Am I mad, too?"
"You ought to be, Arbuthnot. If it isn't enough to drive a man mad
when he sees himself exactly reproduced in an utterly impossible
moving-picture show exhibited by an utterly impossible young woman in an
utterly impossible underground city, then I don't know what is."
"What do you mean?" I asked, starting.
"Mean? Well, if you didn't notice it, there's hope for you."
"All that envoy scene. There, as I thought, appeared Yva. Do you admit
"Of course; there could be no mistake on that point."
"Very well. Then according to my version there came a man, still young,
dressed in outlandish clothes, who made propositions of peace and wanted
to marry Yva, who wanted to marry him. Is that right?"
"Well, and didn't you recognise the man?"
"No; I only noticed that he was a fine-looking fellow whose appearance
reminded me of someone."
"I suppose it must be true," mused Bickley, "that we do not know
"So the old Greek thought, since he urged that this should be our
special study. 'Know thyself,' you remember."
"I meant physically, not intellectually. Arbuthnot, do you mean to tell
me that you did not recognise your own double in that man? Shave off
your beard and put on his clothes and no one could distinguish you
I sprang up, dropping my pipe.
"Now you mention it," I said slowly, "I suppose there was a resemblance.
I didn't look at him very much; I was studying the simulacrum of Yva.
Also, you know it is some time since--I mean, there are no pier-glasses
"The man was you," went on Bickley with conviction. "If I were
superstitious I should think it a queer sort of omen. But as I am not, I
know that I must be mad."
"Why? After all, an ancient man and a modern man might resemble each
"There are degrees in resemblance," said Bickley with one of his
contemptuous snorts. "It won't do, Humphrey, my boy," he added. "I can
only think of one possible explanation--outside of the obvious one of
"What is that?"
"The Glittering Lady produced what Bastin called that cinematograph show
in some way or other, did she not? She said that in order to do this she
loosed some hidden forces. I suggest that she did nothing of the sort."
"Then whence did the pictures come and why?"
"From her own brain, in order to impress us with a cock-and-bull,
fairy-book story. If this were so she would quite naturally fill the
role of the lover of the piece with the last man who had happened to
impress her. Hence the resemblance."
"You presuppose a great deal, Bickley, including supernatural cunning
and unexampled hypnotic influence. I don't know, first, why she should
be so anxious to add another impression to the many we have received
in this place; and, secondly, if she was, how she managed to mesmerise
three average but totally different men into seeing the same things. My
explanation is that you were deceived as to the likeness, which, mind
you, I did not recognise; nor, apparently, did Bastin."
"Bastin never recognises anything. But if you are in doubt, ask
Yva herself. She ought to know. Now I'm off to try to analyse that
confounded Life-water, which I suspect is of the ordinary spring
variety, lightened up with natural carbonic acid gas and possibly not
uninfluenced by radium. The trouble is that here I can only apply some
very elementary tests."
So he went also, in an opposite direction to Bastin, and I was left
alone with Tommy, who annoyed me much by attempting continually to
wander off into the cave, whence I must recall him. I suppose that my
experiences of the day, reviewed beneath the sweet influences of the
wonderful tropical night, affected me. At any rate, that mystical
side of my nature, to which I think I alluded at the beginning of this
record, sprang into active and, in a sense, unholy life. The normal
vanished, the abnormal took possession, and that is unholy to most of us
creatures of habit and tradition, at any rate, if we are British. I lost
my footing on the world; my spirit began to wander in strange places;
of course, always supposing that we have a spirit, which Bickley would
I gave up reason; I surrendered myself to unreason; it is a not
unpleasant process, occasionally. Supposing now that all we see and
accept is but the merest fragment of the truth, or perhaps only a
refraction thereof? Supposing that we do live again and again, and that
our animating principle, whatever it might be, does inhabit various
bodies, which, naturally enough, it would shape to its own taste and
likeness? Would that taste and likeness vary so very much over, let
us say, a million years or so, which, after all, is but an hour, or a
minute, in the aeons of Eternity?
On this hypothesis, which is so wild that one begins to suspect that it
may be true, was it impossible that I and that murdered man of the
far past were in fact identical? If the woman were the same, preserved
across the gulf in some unknown fashion, why should not her lover be the
same? What did I say--her lover? Was I her lover? No, I was the lover of
one who had died--my lost wife. Well, if I had died and lived again,
why should not--why should not that Sleeper--have lived again during her
long sleep? Through all those years the spirit must have had some home,
and, if so, in what shapes did it live? There were points, similarities,
which rushed in upon me--oh! it was ridiculous. Bickley was right. We
were all mad!
There was another thing. Oro had declared that we were at war with
Germany. If this were so, how could he know it? Such knowledge would
presume powers of telepathy or vision beyond those given to man. I could
not believe that he possessed these; as Bickley said, it would be past
experience. Yet it was most strange that he who was uninformed as to our
national history and dangers, should have hit upon a country with which
we might well have been plunged into sudden struggle. Here again I was
bewildered and overcome. My brain rocked. I would seek sleep, and in it
escape, or at any rate rest from all these mysteries.
On the following morning we despatched Bastin to keep his rendezvous in
the sepulchre at the proper time. Had we not done so I felt sure that
he would have forgotten it, for on this occasion he was for once
an unwilling missioner. He tried to persuade one of us to come with
him--even Bickley would have been welcome; but we both declared that we
could not dream of interfering in such a professional matter; also that
our presence was forbidden, and would certainly distract the attention
of his pupil.
"What you mean," said the gloomy Bastin, "is that you intend to enjoy
yourselves up here in the female companionship of the Glittering Lady
whilst I sit thousands of feet underground attempting to lighten the
darkness of a violent old sinner whom I suspect of being in league with
"With whom you should be proud to break a lance," said Bickley.
"So I am, in the daylight. For instance, when he uses your mouth to
advance his arguments. Bickley, but this is another matter. However, if
I do not appear again you will know that I died in a good cause, and, I
hope, try to recover my remains and give them decent burial. Also, you
might inform the Bishop of how I came to my end, that is, if you ever
get an opportunity, which is more than doubtful."
"Hurry up, Bastin, hurry up!" said the unfeeling Bickley, "or you will
be late for your appointment and put your would-be neophyte into a bad
Then Bastin went, carrying under his arm a large Bible printed in the
language of the South Sea Islands.
A little while later Yva appeared, arrayed in her wondrous robes which,
being a man, it is quite impossible for me to describe. She saw us
looking at these, and, after greeting us both, also Tommy, who was
enraptured at her coming, asked us how the ladies of our country attired
We tried to explain, with no striking success.
"You are as stupid about such matters as were the men of the Old World,"
she said, shaking her head and laughing. "I thought that you had with
you pictures of ladies you have known which would show me."
Now, in fact, I had in a pocket-book a photograph of my wife in
evening-dress, also a miniature of her head and bust painted on ivory,
a beautiful piece of work done by a master hand, which I always wore.
These, after a moment's hesitation, I produced and showed to her,
Bickley having gone away for a little while to see about something
connected with his attempted analysis of the Life-water. She examined
them with great eagerness, and as she did so I noted that her face grew
tender and troubled.
"This was your wife," she said as one who states what she knows to be a
fact. I nodded, and she went on:
"She was sweet and beautiful as a flower, but not so tall as I am, I
"No," I answered, "she lacked height; given that she would have been a
"I am glad you think that women should be tall," she said, glancing at
her shadow. "The eyes were such as mine, were they not--in colour, I
"Yes, very like yours, only yours are larger."
"That is a beautiful way of wearing the hair. Would you be angry if I
tried it? I weary of this old fashion."
"Why should I be angry?" I asked.
At this moment Bickley reappeared and she began to talk of the details
of the dress, saying that it showed more of the neck than had been the
custom among the women of her people, but was very pretty.
"That is because we are still barbarians," said Bickley; "at least, our
women are, and therefore rely upon primitive methods of attraction, like
the savages yonder."
She smiled, and, after a last, long glance, gave me back the photograph
and the miniature, saying as she delivered the latter:
"I rejoice to see that you are faithful, Humphrey, and wear this picture
on your heart, as well as in it."
"Then you must be a very remarkable woman," said Bickley. "Never
before did I hear one of your sex rejoice because a man was faithful to
"Has Bickley been disappointed in his love-heart, that he is so angry
to us women?" asked Yva innocently of me. Then, without waiting for
an answer, she inquired of him whether he had been successful in his
analysis of the Life-water.
"How do you know what I was doing with the Life-water? Did Bastin tell
you?" exclaimed Bickley.
"Bastin told me nothing, except that he was afraid of the descent to
Nyo; that he hated Nyo when he reached it, as indeed I do, and that he
thought that my father, the Lord Oro, was a devil or evil spirit from
some Under-world which he called hell."
"Bastin has an open heart and an open mouth," said Bickley, "for which
I respect him. Follow his example if you will, Lady Yva, and tell us who
and what is the Lord Oro, and who and what are you."
"Have we not done so already? If not, I will repeat. The Lord Oro and
I are two who have lived on from the old time when the world was
different, and yet, I think, the same. He is a man and not a god, and I
am a woman. His powers are great because of his knowledge, which he has
gathered from his forefathers and in a life of a thousand years before
he went to sleep. He can do things you cannot do. Thus, he can pass
through space and take others with him, and return again. He can learn
what is happening in far-off parts of the world, as he did when he
told you of the war in which your country is concerned. He has terrible
powers; for instance, he can kill, as he killed those savages. Also, he
knows the secrets of the earth, and, if it pleases him, can change its
turning so that earthquakes happen and sea becomes land, and land sea,
and the places that were hot grow cold, and those that were cold grow
"All of which things have happened many times in the history of the
globe," said Bickley, "without the help of the Lord Oro."
"Others had knowledge before my father, and others doubtless will have
knowledge after him. Even I, Yva, have some knowledge, and knowledge is
"Yes," I interposed, "but such powers as you attribute to your father
are not given to man."
"You mean to man as you know him, man like Bickley, who thinks that he
has learned everything that was ever learned. But it is not so. Hundreds
of thousands of years ago men knew more than it seems they do today, ten
times more, as they lived ten times longer, or so you tell me."
"Men?" I said.
"Yes, men, not gods or spirits, as the uninstructed nations supposed
them to be. My father is a man subject to the hopes and terrors of man.
He desires power which is ambition, and when the world refused his rule,
he destroyed that part of it which rebelled, which is revenge. Moreover,
above all things he dreads death, which is fear. That is why he
suspended life in himself and me for two hundred and fifty thousand
years, as his knowledge gave him strength to do, because death was near
and he thought that sleep was better than death."
"Why should he dread to die," asked Bickley, "seeing that sleep and
death are the same?"
"Because his knowledge tells him that Sleep and Death are not the same,
as you, in your foolishness, believe, for there Bastin is wiser than
you. Because for all his wisdom he remains ignorant of what happens to
man when the Light of Life is blown out by the breath of Fate. That is
why he fears to die and why he talks with Bastin the Preacher, who says
he has the secret of the future."
"And do you fear to die?" I asked.
"No, Humphrey," she answered gently. "Because I think that there is no
death, and, having done no wrong, I dread no evil. I had dreams while I
was asleep, O Humphrey, and it seemed to me that--"
Here she ceased and glanced at where she knew the miniature was hanging
upon my breast.
"Now," she continued, after a little pause, "tell me of your world,
of its history, of its languages, of what happens there, for I long to
So then and there, assisted by Bickley, I began the education of the
Lady Yva. I do not suppose that there was ever a more apt pupil in the
whole earth. To begin with, she was better acquainted with every subject
on which I touched than I was myself; all she lacked was information as
to its modern aspect. Her knowledge ended two hundred and fifty thousand
years ago, at which date, however, it would seem that civilisation had
already touched a higher water-mark than it has ever since attained.
Thus, this vanished people understood astronomy, natural magnetism, the
force of gravity, steam, also electricity to some subtle use of which,
I gathered, the lighting of their underground city was to be attributed.
They had mastered architecture and the arts, as their buildings and
statues showed; they could fly through the air better than we have
learned to do within the last few years.
More, they, or some of them, had learned the use of the Fourth
Dimension, that is their most instructed individuals, could move through
opposing things, as well as over them, up into them and across them.
This power these possessed in a two-fold form. I mean, that they could
either disintegrate their bodies at one spot and cause them to integrate
again at another, or they could project what the old Egyptians called
the Ka or Double, and modern Theosophists name the Astral Shape, to
any distance. Moreover, this Double, or Astral Shape, while itself
invisible, still, so to speak, had the use of its senses. It could see,
it could hear, and it could remember, and, on returning to the body, it
could avail itself of the experience thus acquired.
Thus, at least, said Yva, while Bickley contemplated her with a cold
and unbelieving eye. She even went further and alleged that in certain
instances, individuals of her extinct race had been able to pass through
the ether and to visit other worlds in the depths of space.
"Have you ever done that?" asked Bickley.
"Once or twice I dreamed that I did," she replied quietly.
"We can all dream," he answered.
As it was my lot to make acquaintance with this strange and uncanny
power at a later date, I will say no more of it now.
Telepathy, she declared, was also a developed gift among the Sons of
Wisdom; indeed, they seem to have used it as we use wireless messages.
Only, in their case, the sending and receiving stations were skilled and
susceptible human beings who went on duty for so many hours at a time.
Thus intelligence was transmitted with accuracy and despatch. Those who
had this faculty were, she said, also very apt at reading the minds of
others and therefore not easy to deceive.
"Is that how you know that I had been trying to analyse your
Life-water?" asked Bickley.
"Yes," she answered, with her unvarying smile. "At the moment I spoke
thereof you were wondering whether my father would be angry if he knew
that you had taken the water in a little flask." She studied him for a
moment, then added: "Now you are wondering, first, whether I did not
see you take the water from the fountain and guess the purpose, and,
secondly, whether perhaps Bastin did not tell me what you were doing
with it when we met in the sepulchre."
"Look here," said the exasperated Bickley, "I admit that telepathy and
thought-reading are possible to a certain limited extent. But supposing
that you possess those powers, as I think in English, and you do not
know English, how can you interpret what is passing in my mind?"
"Perhaps you have been teaching me English all this while without
knowing it, Bickley. In any case, it matters little, seeing that what
I read is the thought, not the language with which it is clothed. The
thought comes from your mind to mine--that is, if I wish it, which is
not often--and I interpret it in my own or other tongues."
"I am glad to hear it is not often, Lady Yva, since thoughts are
generally considered private."
"Yes, and therefore I will read yours no more. Why should I, when they
are so full of disbelief of all I tell you, and sometimes of other
things about myself which I do not seek to know?"
"No wonder that, according to the story in the pictures, those Nations,
whom you named Barbarians, made an end of your people, Lady Yva."
"You are mistaken, Bickley; the Lord Oro made an end of the Nations,
though against my prayer," she added with a sigh.
Then Bickley departed in a rage, and did not appear again for an hour.
"He is angry," she said, looking after him; "nor do I wonder. It is hard
for the very clever like Bickley, who think that they have mastered all
things, to find that after all they are quite ignorant. I am sorry for
him, and I like him very much."
"Then you would be sorry for me also, Lady Yva?"
"Why?" she asked with a dazzling smile, "when your heart is athirst for
knowledge, gaping for it like a fledgling's mouth for food, and, as
it chances, though I am not very wise, I can satisfy something of your
"Not very wise!" I repeated.
"No, Humphrey. I think that Bastin, who in many ways is so stupid, has
more true wisdom than I have, because he can believe and accept without
question. After all, the wisdom of my people is all of the universe
and its wonders. What you think magic is not magic; it is only gathered
knowledge and the finding out of secrets. Bickley will tell you the
same, although as yet he does not believe that the mind of man can
stretch so far."
"You mean that your wisdom has in it nothing of the spirit?"
"Yes, Humphrey, that is what I mean. I do not even know if there is such
a thing as spirit. Our god was Fate; Bastin's god is a spirit, and I
think yours also."
"Therefore, I wish you and Bastin to teach me of your god, as does Oro,
my father. I want--oh! so much, Humphrey, to learn whether we live after
"You!" I exclaimed. "You who, according to the story, have slept for
two hundred and fifty thousand years! You, who have, unless I mistake,
hinted that during that sleep you may have lived in other shapes! Do you
doubt whether we can live after death?"
"Yes. Sleep induced by secret arts is not death, and during that sleep
the I within might wander and inhabit other shapes, because it is
forbidden to be idle. Moreover, what seems to be death may not be death,
only another form of sleep from which the I awakes again upon the world.
But at last comes the real death, when the I is extinguished to the
world. That much I know, because my people learned it."
"You mean, you know that men and women may live again and again upon the
"Yes, Humphrey, I do. For in the world there is only a certain store of
life which in many forms travels on and on, till the lot of each I is
fulfilled. Then comes the real death, and after that--what, oh!--what?"
"You must ask Bastin," I said humbly. "I cannot dare to teach of such
"No, but you can and do believe, and that helps me, Humphrey, who am
in tune with you. Yes, it helps me much more than do Bastin and his new
religion, because such is woman's way. Now, I think Bickley will soon
return, so let us talk of other matters. Tell me of the history of your
people, Humphrey, that my father says are now at war."
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