Bickley walked away, making sounds as though he were going to be ill and looking so absurd in his indignation that I nearly laughed.The Lady Yva actually did laugh, and very musical was that laugh.
"He does not believe," she said."He is so clever he knows everything.But two hundred and fifty thousand years ago we should have thought him quite stupid.Then we could read the stars and calculate their movements for ever.""So can we," I answered, rather nettled.
"I am glad, O Humphrey, since you will be able to show my father if in one of them he is wrong."Secretly I hoped that this task would not be laid on me.
Indeed, I thought it well to change the subject for the edification of Bickley who had recovered and was drawn back by his eager curiosity.Just then, too, Bastin joined us, happy in his regained boots.
"You tell us, Lady Yva," I said, "that you slept, or should have slept for two hundred and fifty thousand years." Here Bastin opened his eyes."If that was so, where was your mind all this time?""If by my mind you mean spirit, O Humphrey, I have to answer that at present I do not know for certain.I think, however, that it dwelt elsewhere, perhaps in other bodies on the earth, or some different earth.At least, I know that my heart is very full of memories which as yet I cannot unroll and read.""Great heavens, this is madness!" said Bickley.
"In the great heavens," she answered slowly, "there are many things which you, poor man, would think to be madness, but yet are truth and perfect wisdom.These things, or some of them, soon I shall hope to show you.""Do if you can," said Bickley.
"Why not?" interrupted Bastin."I think the lady's remarks quite reasonable.It seems to me highly improbable if really she has slept for two hundred and fifty thousand years, which, of course, I can't decide, that an immortal spirit would be allowed to remain idle for so long.That would be wallowing in a bed of idleness and shirking its duty which is to do its work.Also, as she tells you, Bickley, you are not half so clever as you think you are in your silly scepticism, and I have no doubt that there are many things in other worlds which would expose your ignorance, if only you could see them."At this moment Oro turned and called his daughter.She went at once, saying:
"Come, strangers, and you shall learn."
So we followed her.
"Daughter," he said, speaking in Orofenan, I think that we might understand, "ask these strangers to bring one of those lamps of theirs that by the light of it I may study these writings.""Perhaps this may serve," said Bickley, suddenly producing an electric torch from his pocket and flashing it into his face.It was his form of repartee for all he had suffered at the hands of this incomprehensible pair.Let me say at once that it was singularly successful.Perhaps the wisdom of the ages in which Oro flourished had overlooked so small a matter as electric torches, or perhaps he did not expect to meet with them in these degenerate days.At any rate for the first and last time in my intercourse with him I saw the god, or lord--the native word bears either meaning--Oro genuinely astonished.He started and stepped back, and for a moment or two seemed a little frightened.
Then muttering something as to the cleverness of this light-producing instrument, he motioned to his daughter to take it from Bickley and hold it in a certain position.She obeyed, and in its illumination he began to study the engraved plates, holding one of them in either hand.
After a while he gave me one of the plates to hold, and with his disengaged hand pointed successively to the constellation of Orion, to the stars Castor, Pollux, Aldebaran, Rigel, the Pleiades, Sirius and others which with my very limited knowledge I could not recognise offhand.Then on the plate which I held, he showed us those same stars and constellations, checking them one by one.
Then he remarked very quietly that all was in order, and handing the plate he held to Yva, said:
"The calculations made so long ago are correct, nor have the stars varied in their proper motions during what is after all but an hour of time.If you, Stranger, who, I understand, are named Humphrey, should be, as I gather, a heaven-master, naturally you will ask me how I could fix an exact date by the stars without an error of, let us say, from five to ten thousand years.I answer you that by the proper motion of the stars alone it would have been difficult.Therefore I remember that in order to be exact, Icalculated the future conjunctions of those two planets," and he pointed to Saturn and Jupiter."Finding that one of these occurred near yonder star," and he indicated the bright orb, Spica, "at a certain time, I determined that then I would awake.
Behold! There are the stars as I engraved them from my foreknowledge, upon this chart, and there those two great planets hang in conjunction.Daughter Yva, my wisdom has not failed me.
This world of ours has travelled round the sun neither less nor more than two hundred and fifty thousand times since we laid ourselves down to sleep.It is written here, and yonder," and he pointed, first to the engraved plates and then to the vast expanse of the starlit heavens.
Awe fell on me; I think that even Bickley and Bastin were awed, at any rate for the moment.It was a terrible thing to look on a being, to all appearance more or less human, who alleged that he had been asleep for two hundred and fifty thousand years, and proceeded to prove it by certain ancient star charts.Of course at the time I could not check those charts, lacking the necessary knowledge, but I have done so since and found that they are quite accurate.However this made no difference, since the circumstances and something in his manner convinced me that he spoke the absolute truth.
He and his daughter had been asleep for two hundred and fifty thousand years.Oh! Heavens, for two hundred and fifty thousand years!
