Nor did any speak out for alterations in the future. Yes, even
though we made the
circuit for the three prescribed times, all
present showed their
approval in
generous silence.
Then, one behind the other, the new Viceroy and the old, we
marched with
formal step over golden tiles of that council hall
beneath the pyramid, and the great officers of state left their
stations and joined in our train; and at the farther wall we came
to the door of those private
chambers which an hour ago had been
mine own.
Ah, well! I had no home now in any of those
wondrous cities
of Yucatan, and I could not help feeling a
bitterness, though in
sooth I should have been
thankful enough to return to the Continent
of Atlantis with my head still in its proper station.
Tatho gave his
formal summons of "Open ye to the Viceroy,"
which the
ritual commands, and the slaves within sent the massive
stone valves of the door gaping wide. Tatho entered, I at his
heels; the others halted, sending valedictions from the threshold;
and the valves of the door clanged on the lock behind us. We
passed on to the
chamber beyond, and then, when for the first time
we were alone together, and the forced
etiquette of courts was
behind us, the new Viceroy turned with
meekly folded arms, and
bowed low before me.
"Deucalion," he said, "believe me that I have not sought this
office. It was
thrust upon me. Had I not accepted, my head would
have paid
forfeit, and another man--your enemy--would have been
sent out as
viceroy in your place. The Empress does not permit
that her will shall ever be questioned."
"My friend," I made answer, "my brother in all but blood,
there is no man living in all Atlantis or her territories to whom
I had liefer hand over my government. For twenty years now have I
ruled this country of Yucatan, and Mexico beyond, first under the
old King, and then as
minister to this new Empress. I know my
colony like a book. I am
intimate with all her wonderful cities,
with their palaces, their pyramids, and their people. I have
hunted the beasts and the
savages in the forests. I have built
roads, and made the rivers so that they will carry
shipping. I
have fostered the arts and crafts like a merchant; I have
discoursed, three times each day, the cult of the Gods with mine
own lips. Through evil years and through good have I ruled here,
striving only for the
prosperity of the land and the strengthening
of Atlantis, and I have grown to love the peoples like a father.
To you I
bequeath them, Tatho, with tender supplications for their
interests."
"It is not I that can carry on Deucalion's work with Deucalion's
power, but rest content, my friend, that I shall do my humble
best to follow exactly on in your footsteps. Believe me, I came
out to this government with a thousand regrets, but I would have
died sooner than take your place had I known how
vigorously the
supplanting would trouble you."
"We are alone here," I said, "away from the
formalities of
formalassemblies, and a man may give vent to his natural self without
fear of tarnishing a
ceremony. Your coming was something of the
suddenest. Till an hour ago, when you demanded
audience, I had
thought to rule on longer; and even now I do not know for what
cause I am deposed."
"The
proclamation said: 'We
relieve our well-beloved Deucalion
of his present service, because we have great need of his powers at
home in our kingdom of Atlantis.'"
"A mere
formality."
Tatho looked
uneasily round the hangings of the
chamber, and
drew me with him to its centre, and lowered his voice.
"I do not think so," he whispered. "I believe she has need of
you. There are troublous times on hand, and Phorenice wants the
ablest men in the kingdom ready to her call."
"You may speak openly," I said, "and without fear of
eavesdroppers. We are in the heart of the pyramid here, built in
every way by a man's length of solid stone. Myself, I oversaw the
laying of every course. And besides, here in Yucatan, we have not
the niceties of your old world
diplomacy, and do not listen,
because we count it shame to do so."
Tatho shrugged his shoulders. "I acted only according to mine
education. At home, a loose tongue makes a loose head, and there
are those whose trade it is to carry tales. Still, what I say is
this: The
throne shakes, and Phorenice sees the need of
sturdyprops. So she has sent this
proclamation."
"But why come to me? It is twenty years since I sailed to
this colony, and from that day I have not returned to Atlantis
once. I know little of the old country's
politics. What small
parcel of news drifts out to us across the ocean, reads with
slender interest here. Yucatan is another world, my dear Tatho, as
you in the course of your government will learn, with new
interests, new people, new everything. To us here, Atlantis is
only a figment, a shadow, far away across the waters. It is for
this new world of Yucatan that I have striven through all these
years."
"If Deucalion has small time to spare from his government for
brooding over his fatherland, Atlantis, at least, has found leisure
to admire the deeds of her
brilliant son. Why, sir, over yonder at
home, your name carries magic with it. When you and I were lads
together, it was the custom in the colleges to teach that the men
of the past were the greatest this world has ever seen; but to-day
this teaching is changed. It is Deucalion who is held up as the
model and example. Mothers name their sons Deucalion, as the most
valuable birth-gift they can make. Deucalion is a household word.
Indeed, there is only one name that is near to it in familiarity."
"You trouble me," I said, frowning. "I have tried to do my
duty for its own sake, and for the country's sake, not for the
pattings and fondlings of the
vulgar. And besides, if there are
names to be in every one's mouth, they should be the names of the
Gods."
Tatho shrugged his shoulders. "The Gods? They occupy us very
little these latter years. With our modern science, we have grown
past the tether of the older Gods, and no new one has appeared.
No, my Lord Deucalion, if it were merely the Gods who were your
competitors on men's lips, your name would be a thousand times the
better known."
"Of mere human names," I said, "the name of this new Empress
should come first in Atlantis, our lord the old King being now
dead."
"She certainly would have it so," replied Tatho, and there was
something in his tone which made me see that more was meant behind
the words. I drew him to one of the
marble seats, and bent myself
familiarly towards him. "I am
speaking," I said, "not to the new
Viceroy of Yucatan, but to my old friend Tatho, a member of the
Priests' Clan, like myself, with whom I worked side by side in a
score of the smaller home governments, in hamlets, in villages, in
smaller towns, in greater towns, as we gained experience in war and
knowledge in the art of ruling people, and so tediously won our
promotion. I am
speaking in Tatho's private abode, that was mine
own not two hours since, and I would have an answer with that
plainness which we always then used to one another."
The new Viceroy sighed whimsically. "I almost forget how to
speak in plain words now," he said. "We have grown so polished in
these latter days, that mere bald truth would be hissed as
indelicate. But for the memory of those early years, when we
expended as much law and thought over the
ownership of a hay-byre
as we should now over the fate of a
rebellious city, I will try and
speak plain to you even now, Deucalion. Tell me, old friend, what
is it?"
"What of this new Empress?"
He frowned. "I might have guessed your subject," he said.
"Then speak upon it. Tell me of all the changes that have
been made. What has this Phorenice done to make her
throneunstable in Atlantis?"
Tatho frowned still. "If I did not know you to be as honest
as our Lord the Sun, your questions would carry
mischief with them.
Phorenice has a short way with those who are
daring enough to
discuss her policies for other purpose than
politely to praise
them."
"You can leave me
ignorant if you wish," I said with a touch
of chill. This Tatho seemed to be different from the Tatho I had
known at home, Tatho my workmate, Tatho who had read with me in the
College of Priests, who had run with me in many a
furious charge,
who had laboured with me so heavily that the peoples under us might
prosper. But he was quick enough to see my change of tone.
"You force me back to my old self," he said with a half smile,
"though it is hard enough to forget the
caution one has learned
during the last twenty years, even when
speaking with you. Still,
whatever may have happened to the rest of us, it is clear to see
that you at least have not changed, and, old friend, I am ready to
trust you with my life if you ask it. In fact, you do ask me that
very thing when you tell me to speak all I know of Phorenice."
I nodded. This was more like the old times, when there was
full confidence between us. "The Gods will it now that I return to
Atlantis," I said, "and what happens after that the Gods alone
know. But it would be of service to me if I could land on her
shores with some knowledge of this Phorenice, for at present I am
as
ignorantconcerning her as some
savage from Europe or
mid-Africa."
"What would you have me tell?"
"Tell all. I know only that she, a woman, reigns,
whereby the
ancient law of the land, a man should rule; that she is not even of
the Priestly Clan from which the law says all rulers must be drawn;
and that, from what you say, she has caused the
throne to totter.
The
throne was as firm as the
everlasting hills in the old King's
day, Tatho."
"History has moved with pace since then, and Phorenice has
spurred it. You know her
origin?"
"I know only the exact little I have told you."
"She was a swineherd's daughter from the mountains, though
this is never even whispered now, as she has declared herself to be
a daughter of the Gods, with a
miraculous birth and upbringing. As
she has decreed it a sacrilege to question this parentage, and has
ordered to be burnt all those that seem to
recollect her more
earthly
origin, the fable passes current for truth. You see the
faith I put in you, Deucalion, by telling you what you wish to
learn."
"There has always been trust between us."
"I know; but this habit of
suspicion is hard to cast off, even
with you. However, let me put your good faith between me and the
torture further. Zaemon, you remember, was
governor of the
swineherd's
province, and Zaemon's wife saw Phorenice and took her
away to adopt and bring up as her own. It is said that the
swineherd and his woman objected; perhaps they did; anyway, I know
they died; and Phorenice was taught the arts and graces, and
brought up as a daughter of the Priestly Clan."
"But still she was an adopted daughter only," I objected.
"The
omission of the 'adopted' was her will at an early age,"
said Tatho dryly, "and she
learnt early to have her wishes carried
into fact. It was
notorious that before she had grown to fifteen
years she ruled not only the women of the household, but Zaemon
also, and the
province that was beyond Zaemon."
"Zaemon was learned," I said, "and a
devoutfollower of the
Gods, and searcher into the higher mysteries; but, as a ruler, he
was always a flabby fellow."
"I do not say that opportunities have not come usefully in
Phorenice's way, but she has
genius as well. For her to have
raised herself at all from what she was, was
remarkable. Not one
woman out of a thousand, placed as she was, would have grown to be
aught higher than a mere wife of some
sturdycountryman, who was
sufficiently simple to care nothing for pedigree. But look at