THE TOMBS OF KO^R.
AFTER the prisoners had been removed, Ayesha waved her hand, and the spectators turned round, and began to crawl off down the cave like a scattered flock of sheep.When they were a fair distance from the dais, however, they rose and walked away, leaving the queen and myself alone, with the exception of the mutes and the few remaining guards, most of whom had departed with the doomed men.Thinking this a good opportunity, I asked _i_ She _i_ to come and see Leo, telling her of his serious condition; but she would not, saying that he certainly would not die before the night, as people never died of that sort of fever except at nightfall or dawn.Also she said that it would be better to let the sickness spend its course as much as possible before she cured it.Accordingly, I was rising to leave, when she bade me follow her, as she would talk with me, and show me the wonders of the caves.
I was too much involved in the web of her fatal fascinations to say her no, even if I had wished, which I did not._i_ She _i_ rose from her chair, and, making some signs to the mutes, descended from the dais.Thereon four of the girls took lamps, and ranged themselves two in front and two behind us, but the others went away, as also did the guards.
"Now," she said, "wouldst thou see some of the wonders of this place, O Holly? Look upon this great cave.
Sawest thou ever the like? Yet was it, and many more like it, hollowed by the hands of the dead race that once lived here in the city on the plain.A great and a wonderful people must? they have been, those men of Ko^r, but, like the Egyptians, they thought more of the dead than of the living.How many men, thinkest thou, working for how many years, did it need to the hollowing out this cave and all the.galleries thereof?""Tens of thousands," I answered.
"So, O Holly.This people was an old people before the Egyptians were.A little can I read of their inscriptions, having found the key theretoand, see thou here, this was one of the last of the caves that they hollowed," and, turning to the rock behind her, she motioned the mutes to hold up the lamps.Carven over the dais was the figure of an old man seated in a chair, with an ivory rod in his hand.It struck me at once that his features were exceedingly like those of the man who was represented as being embalmed in the chamber where we took our meals.Beneath the chair, which, by the way, was shaped exactly like the one in which Ayesha had sat to give judgment, was a short inscription in the extraordinary characters of which Ihave already spoken, but which I do not remember sufficient of to illustrate.It looked more like Chinese writing than any other that I am acquainted with.This inscription Ayesha proceeded, with some difficulty and hesitation, to read aloud and translate.It ran as follows:
"In the year four thousand two hundred and ninety-nine from the founding of the City of imperial Ko^r was this cave (or burial-place) completed by Tisno, King of Kar, the people thereoy and their slaves having labored thereat for three generations, to be a tomb for their citizens of rank who shall come after.May the blessing of the heaven above the heaven rest upon their work, and make the sleep of Tisno, the mighty monarch, the likeness of whose features is graven above, a sound and happy sleep till the day of awakening, and also the sleep o! his servants, and of those of his race who, rising up after him, shall yet lay their heads as low.""'Thou seest, O Holly," she said, "this people founded the city, of which the ruins yet cumber the plain yonder, four thousand years before this cave was finished.Yet, when first mine eyes be held it two thousand years ago, was it even as it is now.Judge, therefore, how old must that city have been! And now, follow thou me, and I will show thee after what fashion this great people fell when the time was come for it to fall," and she led the way down to the centre of the cave, stopping at a spot where a round rock had been let into a kind of large manhole in the flooring, accurately filling it just as the iron plates fill the spaces in the London pavements down which the coals are thrown."Thou seest," she said.
"Tell me, what is it?"
"Nay, I know not," I answered; whereon she crossed to the left-hand side of the cave (looking towards the entrance) and signed to the mutes to hold up the lamps.On the wall was something painted with a red pigment in similar characters to those hewn beneath the sculpture of Tisno, King of Ko^r.This inscription she proceeded to translate to me, the pigment still being quite fresh enough to show the form of the letters.It ran as follows:
"'I, Junis, a priest of the Great Temple of Ko^r, write this upon the rock of the burying-place in the year four thousand eight hundred and three from the founding of Ko^r.Ko^r is fallen! No more shall the mighty feast in her halls, no more shall she rule the world, and her navies go out to commerce with the world.Ko^r is fallen! and her mighty works and all the cities of Ko^r, and all the harbors that she built and the canals that she made, are for the wolf and the owl and the wild swan, and the barbarian who comes after.Twenty and five moons ago did a cloud settle upon Ko^r, and the hundred cities of Ko^r, and out of the cloud came a pestilence that slew people, old and young, one with another.One with another turned black and diedthe young the old, the rich and the poor, the the woman, the prince and the the pestilence slew and slew, and not by day or by night, and those who escaped from the pestilence were slain of the famine.
