第9章 THE RED ONE(9)
Even as he lay here, under the breadfruit tree, an intelligence that stared across the starry gulfs, so must all the universe be exposed to the ceaseless scrutiny of innumerable eyes, like his, though grantedly different, with behind them, by the same token, intelligences that questioned and sought the meaning and the construction of the whole.So reasoning, he felt his soul go forth in kinship with that august company, that multitude whose gaze was forever upon the arras of infinity.
Who were they, what were they, those far distant and superior ones who had bridged the sky with their gigantic, red-iridescent, heaven- singing message? Surely, and long since, had they, too, trod the path on which man had so recently, by the calendar of the cosmos, set his feet.And to be able to send a message across the pit of space, surely they had reached those heights to which man, in tears and travail and bloody sweat, in darkness and confusion of many counsels, was so slowly struggling.And what were they on their heights? Had they won Brotherhood? Or had they learned that the law of love imposed the penalty of weakness and decay? Was strife, life? Was the rule of all the universe the pitiless rule of natural selection?And, and most immediately and poignantly, weretheir far conclusions, their long-won wisdoms, shut even then in the huge, metallic heart of the Red One, waiting for the first earth-man to read? Of one thing he was certain: No drop of red dew shaken from the lion-mane of some sun in torment, was the sounding sphere.It was of design, not chance, and it contained the speech and wisdom of the stars.
What engines and elements and mastered forces, what lore and mysteries and destiny-controls, might be there! Undoubtedly, since so much could be enclosed in so little a thing as the foundation stone of a public building, this enormous sphere should contain vast histories, profounds of research achieved beyond man's wildest guesses, laws and formulae that, easily mastered, would make man's life on earth, individual and collective, spring up from its present mire to inconceivable heights of purity and power.It was Time's greatest gift to blindfold, insatiable, and sky-aspiring man.And to him, Bassett, had been vouchsafed the lordly fortune to be the first to receive this message from man's interstellar kin!
No white man, much less no outland man of the other bush-tribes, had gazed upon the Red One and lived.Such the law expounded by Ngurn to Bassett.There was such a thing as blood brotherhood.Bassett, in return, had often argued in the past.But Ngurn had stated solemnly no.Even the blood brotherhood was outside the favour of the Red One.Only a man born within the tribe could look upon the Red One and live.But now, his guilty secret known only to Balatta, whose fear of immolation before the Red One fast-sealed her lips, the situation was different.What he had to do was to recover from the abominable fevers that weakened him, and gain to civilization.Then would he lead an expedition back, and, although the entire population of Guadalcanal he destroyed, extract from the heart of the Red One the message of the world from other worlds.
But Bassett's relapses grew more frequent, his brief convalescences less and less vigorous, his periods of coma longer, until he came to know, beyond the last promptings of the optimism inherent in so tremendous a constitution as his own, that he would never live to cross the grass lands, perforate the perilous coast jungle, and reach the sea.He faded as the Southern Cross rose higher in the sky, till even Balatta knew that he wouldbe dead ere the nuptial date determined by his taboo.Ngurn made pilgrimage personally and gathered the smoke materials for the curing of Bassett's head, and to him made proud announcement and exhibition of the artistic perfectness of his intention when Bassett should be dead.As for himself, Bassett was not shocked.Too long and too deeply had life ebbed down in him to bite him with fear of its impending extinction.He continued to persist, alternating periods of unconsciousness with periods of semi-consciousness, dreamy and unreal, in which he idly wondered whether he had ever truly beheld the Red One or whether it was a nightmare fancy of delirium.
Came the day when all mists and cob-webs dissolved, when he found his brain clear as a bell, and took just appraisement of his body's weakness.Neither hand nor foot could he lift.So little control of his body did he have, that he was scarcely aware of possessing one.Lightly indeed his flesh sat upon his soul, and his soul, in its briefness of clarity, knew by its very clarity that the black of cessation was near.He knew the end was close; knew that in all truth he had with his eyes beheld the Red One, the messenger between the worlds; knew that he would never live to carry that message to the world - that message, for aught to the contrary, which might already have waited man's hearing in the heart of Guadalcanal for ten thousand years.And Bassett stirred with resolve, calling Ngurn to him, out under the shade of the breadfruit tree, and with the old devil-devil doctor discussing the terms and arrangements of his last life effort, his final adventure in the quick of the flesh.
"I know the law, O Ngurn," he concluded the matter."Whoso is not of the folk may not look upon the Red One and live.I shall not live anyway.Your young men shall carry me before the face of the Red One, and I shall look upon him, and hear his voice, and thereupon die, under your hand, O Ngurn.Thus will the three things be satisfied: the law, my desire, and your quicker possession of my head for which all your preparations wait."To which Ngurn consented, adding: