"I say," said Bickley, "as you know, I have been sceptical, but I don't like this business.Oro, what are you going to do?""Sink half the world beneath the seas," said Oro, "and raise up that which I drowned more than two thousand centuries ago.But as you do not believe that I have this power, Bickley, why do you ask such questions?""I believe that you have it, which was why I tried to shoot you yesterday," said Bastin."For your soul's sake I beg you to desist from an attempt which I am sure will not succeed, but which will certainly involve your eternal damnation, since the failure will be no fault of yours."Then I spoke also, saying:
"I implore you, Lord Oro, to let this business be.I do not know exactly how much or how little you can do, but I understand that your object is to slay men by millions in order to raise up another world of which you will be the absolute king, as you were of some past empire that has been destroyed, either through your agency or otherwise.No good can come of such ambitions.Like Bastin, for your soul's sake I pray you to let them be.""What Humphrey says I repeat," said Yva."My Father, although you know it not, you seek great evil, and from these hopes you sow you will harvest nothing save a loss of which you do not dream.Moreover, your plans will fail.Now I who am, like yourself, of the Children of Wisdom, have spoken, for the first and last time, and my words are true.I pray you give them weight, my Father."Oro heard, and grew furious.
"What!" he said."Are you against me, every one, and my own daughter also? I would lift you up, I would make you rulers of a new world; I would destroy your vile civilisations which I have studied with my eyes, that I may build better! To you, Humphrey, I would give my only child in marriage that from you may spring a divine race of kings! And yet you are against me and set up your puny scruples as a barrier across my path of wisdom.Well, Itread them down, I go on my appointed way.But beware how you try to hold me back.If any one of you should attempt to come between me and my ends, know that I will destroy you all.Obey or die.""Well, he has had his chance and he won't take it," said Bastin in the silence that followed."The man must go to the devil his own way and there is nothing more to be said."I say the silence, but it was no more silent.The distant humming grew to a roar, the roar to a hellish hurricane of sound which presently drowned all attempts at ordinary speech.
Then bellowing like ten millions of bulls, at length far away there appeared something terrible.I can only describe its appearance as that of an attenuated mountain on fire.When it drew nearer I perceived that it was more like a ballet-dancer whirling round and round upon her toes, or rather all the ballet-dancers in the world rolled into one and then multiplied a million times in size.No, it was like a mushroom with two stalks, one above and one below, or a huge top with a point on which it spun, a swelling belly and another point above.But what a top! It must have been two thousand feet high, if it was an inch, and its circumference who could measure?
On it came, dancing, swaying and spinning at a rate inconceivable, so that it looked like a gigantic wheel of fire.
Yet it was not fire that clothed it but rather some phosphorescence, since from it came no heat.Yes, a phosphorescence arranged in bands of ghastly blue and lurid red, with streaks of other colours running up between, and a kind of waving fringe of purple.
The fire-mountain thundered on with a voice like to that of avalanches or of icebergs crashing from their parent glaciers to the sea.Its terrific aspect was appalling, and its weight caused the solid rock to quiver like a leaf.Watching it, we felt as ants might feel at the advent of the crack of doom, for its mere height and girth and size overwhelmed us.We could not even speak.The last words I heard were from the mouth of Oro who screamed out:
"Behold the balance of the World, you miserable, doubting men, and behold me change its path--turning it as the steersman turns a ship!"Then he made certain signs to Yva, who in obedience to them approached the porthole or search-light to which she did something that I could not distinguish.The effect was to make the beam of light much stronger and sharper, also to shift it on to the point or foot of the spinning mountain and, by an aiming of the lens from time to time, to keep it there.
This went on for a while, since the dreadful thing did not travel fast notwithstanding the frightful speed of its revolutions.I should doubt indeed if it advanced more quickly than a man could walk; at any rate so it seemed to us.But we had no means of judging its real rate of progress whereof we knew as little as we did of the course it followed in the bowels of the earth.Perhaps that was spiral, from the world's deep heart upwards, and this was the highest point it reached.Or perhaps it remained stationary, but still spinning, for scores or hundreds of years in some central powerhouse of its own, whence, in obedience to unknown laws, from time to time it made these terrific journeys.
No one knows, unless perhaps Oro did, in which case he kept the information to himself, and no one will ever know.At any rate there it was, travelling towards us on its giant butt, the peg of the top as it were, which, hidden in a cloud of friction-born sparks that enveloped it like the cup of a curving flower of fire, whirled round and round at an infinite speed.It was on this flaming flower that the search-light played steadily, doubtless that Oro might mark and measure its monstrous progress.
"He is going to try to send the thing down the right-hand path," I shouted into Bickley's ear.
"Can't be done! Nothing can shift a travelling weight of tens of millions of tons one inch," Bickley roared back, trying to look confident.
