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Preface g 

I A Southern Assignment 9 

II Captain de Saint-Avit 26 

III The Morhange- Saint-Avit Mission . 43 

rV Towards Latitude 25 54 

V The Inscrìptìon 70 

VI The Disaster o£ the Lettuce .... 84 

VII The Country o£ Fcar 98 

Vili Awakening At Ahaggar 113 

IX Atlantis 130 

X The Red Marble Hall 146 

XI Antinea 161 

XII Morhange EHsappears 176 

XIII The Hetman of Jitomir's Story . . 192 

XIV Hours Of Waiting 212 

XV The Lament Of Tanit-Zerga .... 225 

XVI The Silver Hammer • 239 

XVII The Maidens of the Rocks • • • 253 

XVIII The Fire-Flies 266 

XIX The Tanezruft 281 

XX The Circle Is Complete 296 



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Hassi-Inifel, November 8, 1903. 

If the foUowing pages are ever to see the light 
of day it wiU be because they have been stoien from 
me. The delay that I exact before they shall be 
disclosed assures me of that.^ 

As fo this disclosure, let no one dlstrust my aim 
when I prepare for it, when I insist upon it. You 
may believe me when I maintain that no pride of 
authorship binds me to these pages. Already I am 
too far removed from ali such things. Only it is 
useless that others should enter upon the path from 
which I shall not return. 

Four o'clock in the morning. Soon the sun will 
kindle the hamada with its pink fire. Ali about me 
the bordj is asleep. Through the half-open door of 

iThis letter, together with the manuscript which accom- 
panles it, the latter in a separate sealed envelope, was en- 
trusted by Lieutenant Ferrières, of the 3rd Spahis, the day 
of the departure of that officer for the Tassili of the Tuareg 
(Central Sahara), to Sergeant Chatelain. The sergeant was 
instructed to deliver it, on his next leave, to M.^ Leroux, 
Honorary Counsel at the Court of Appeals at Riom, and 
Lieutenant Ferrières' nearest relative. As this magistrate 
died suddenly before the cxpiration of the term of ten years 
set for the publication of the manuscript bere presented, 
difficulties arosc which have dclayed its publication up to 
the present date. 


p .« 


• ' TiiV róom t ^ de Saint-Avit breathing 

quietlyi very quietly. 

In two days wc shall start, he and I. We shall 
leavc the bordj. We shall penetrate far down therc 
to the South. The officiai orders carne this moming. 

Now, even if I wished to withdraw, it Is too late. 
André and I asked for this mission. The authoriza- 
tion that I sought, together with him, has at this 
moment become an order. The hierarchic channels 
cleared, the pressure brought to bear àt the Minis- 
try; — and then to be afraid, to recoil beforc this 
adventurel . . . 

To be afraid, I said. I know that I am not 
afraid I One night in the Gurara, when I found two 
of my sentinels slaughtered, with the shameful cross 
cut of the Berbers slashed across thcir stomachs, — 
then I was afraid. I know what fear is. Just so 
now, when I gazed into the black depths, whence 
suddenly ali at once the great red sun will rise, I 
know that it is not with fear that I tremblc. I feel 
surging within me the sacred horror of this mystery, 
and its irresistible attraction. 

Delirious dreams, perhaps. The mad imaginings 
of a brain surcharged, and an eye distraught by mir- 
ages. The day will come, doubtless, when I shall 
reread these pages with an indulgent smile, as a man 
of fìfty is accustomed to smile when he rereads old 

Delirious dreams. Mad imaginings. But these 


dream», these imag^nings, are dear to me. "Cap- 
tala de Saint-Avit and Lieutenant Ferrières," reads 
the officiai dispatch, "will proceed to Tassili to de- 
termine the statigraphic relation of Albien $and- 
stone and carboniferous limestone. They will, in 
addition, profit by any opportunities of determining 
the possible change of attitude of the Axdjers 
towards our penetration, etc." If the journey should 
indeed have to do only with such poor things I think 
that I should never undertake it. 

So I am longing for what I dread. I shall be 
dejected if I do not fìnd myself in the presence of 
what makes me strangely fearful. 

In the depths of the valley of Wadi Mia a jackal 
is barking. Now and again, when a beam of moon- 
light breaks in a silver patch through the hoUows 
of the heat-swoUen clouds, making him think he sees 
the young sun, a turtle dove moans among the palm 

I bear a step outside. I lean out of the window. A 
shade dad in luminous black stuff glides over the 
hard-packed eàrth of the terrace of the fortification. 
A light shines in the electric blackness. A man has 
just lighted a cigarette. He crouches, f acing south* 
wards. He is smoking. 

It ijs Ceg^eir-ben-Cheikh, our Targa guide, the 
man who in three days is to lead us acroM the un- 
known plateaus of the mysterious Imoschaoch, across 
the hamadas of black stones, the great dried oases, 


the stretches of Silver salt, the tawny hillocks, the 
fiat gold dunes that are crested over, when 
the "alizé** blows, with a shimmering haze of pale 

Cegheìr-ben-Cheikh I He is the man. There re- 
curs to my mind Duveyrier's tragic phrase, "At the 
very moment the Colonel was putting his f oot in the 
stirrup he was f elied by a sabre blow."^ Cegheir- 
ben-Cheikhl There he is, peacefuUy smoking 
his cigarette, a cigarette from the package that I gave 
him. . . . May the Lord forgive me for 


The lamp casts a yellow light on the paper. 
Strange fate, which, I never knew exactly why, de- 
cided one day when I was a lad of sixteen that I 
should prepare myself for Saint Cyr, and gave me 
there André de Saint-Avit as classmate. I might 
bave studied law or medicine. Then I should be 
today a respectable inhabitant of a town with ? 
church and running water, instead of this cotton- 
dad phantom, brooding with an unspeakable anxiety 
over this desert which is about to swallow me. 

A great insect has flown in through the window. 
It buzzes, strikes against the rough cast, rebounds 
against the globe of the lamp, and then, helpless, its 
wings singed by the stili buming candle, drops on 
the white paper. 

^ H. Dttveyrier, ''The Disaster of the Flatters Mission." Bull. 
Geol. Soc., 1881. 


It i$ an African May bug, big, black/with spots 
of livid gray. 

I think of the others, its brothers In France» the 
golden-brown May bugs, which I bave seen on stormy 
summer evenings projecting themselves like litde 
particles of the soil of my native countryside. It 
was there that as a child I spent my vacations, and 
later on, my leaves. On my last leave, through 
those same meadows. there wandered beside me a 


slight form, wearing a thin scarf, because of the 
evening air, so cool back there. But now this mem- 
ory stirs me so slightiy that I scarcely raise my eyes 
to that dark corner of my room where the tight is 
dlmly reflected by the glass of an indistinct portrait 
I realize of how little consequence has become what 
had seemed at one time capable of iilling ali my lif e. 
This plaintive mystery is of no more interest to me. 
If the stroUing singers of Rolla came to murmur 
their famous nostalgie airs under the window of 
this bordj I know that I should not listen to tfaem, 
and if they became insistent I should send them on 
their way. 

What has been capable of causing this metamor- 
phosis in me? A story, a legend, perhaps, told, at 
any rate by one on whom rests the direst of suspic- 

Cegheir-ben-Cheikh has finished bis cigarette. I 
bear him returning with slow steps to bis mat, in 
barrack B, to the left of the guard post 


Our departure being scheduied f or the tenth of 
November, the manuscrìpt attached to this letter 
was begun on Sunday, the iìrst, and finished on 
Thursday, the fifth of November, 1903. 

Olivier Ferrières, 
Lt 3rd Spahis. 



SuNDAY^ the sixth of June, 1903, broke the mo- 
notony of the life that we were leading at the Post 
of Hassi-Inlf el by two events of unequal importance, 
the arrivai of a letter f rom Mlle. de C — ^, and the 
latest numbers of the Officiai Journal of the French 

"I bave the Lieutenant's permission?" said Ser- 
geant Chatelain, beginning to glance through the 
magazines he had just removed from their wrap- 


I acquiesced with a nod, already completely ab- 
sorbed in reading Mlle. de C ^'s letten 

**When this reaches you,'' was the gist of diis 
charming being's letter, ''marna and I will doubt- 
less bave left Paris for the country. If, in your 
distant parts, it might be a consolation to imag^ne 
me as bored bere as you possibly can be, make the 
most of it. The Grand Prix is over. I played the 
borse you pointéd out to me, and naturally, I lost. 
I4ist nig^t we dlned with the Martìals de la Touche. 



Elias Chatrìan was there^ — always amazingly young. 
I am sending you hls last hook, which has made 
quite a sensation. It seems that the Martials de 
la Touche are depicted there without disguise. I 
will add to It Bourget's last, and Lotl's, and France's, 
and two or tfaree of the latest music hall hits. In 
the politicai word, they say the law about congrcga- 
tìons will meet with strenuous opposltion. Nothing 
much in the theatres. I have taken out a summer 
subscription for Plllustration. Would you care for 
it? In the country no one knows what to do. Al- 
ways the same lot of idiots ready for tennis. 
I shall deserve no credit for wrlting to you often. 
Spare me your reflections conceming young Combe- 
male. I am less than nothing of a f eminist, having 
too much f aith in those who teli me that I am pretty, 
In yourself in particular. But indeed, I grow wild 
at the idea that if I permltted myself half the fa- 
miliarities with one of our lads that you have surely 
with your Ouled-Nails . . . Enough of that, it is 
too unpieasant an idea.** 

I had reached this point in the prose of this ad* 
vanced young woman when a scandalized exdama- 
tion of the Sergeant made me look up. 

"Lieutenant !" 


"They are up to something at the Ministry. Scc 
for yourself." 

He handed me the Officiai. I read : 


"By a decision of the first of May, 1903, Captain 
de Saint- Avit (André), unattached, is assigned to 
the Third Spahis, and appointed Conunandant of 
the Post of Hassi-Inifel." 

Chatelain's displeasure became fairly exuberant 

''Captain de Saint-Avit, Conunandant of the Post 
A post which has never had a slur upon it. They 
must take us for a dumping ground/' 

My surprise was as great as the Sergeant's. But 
just then I saw the evil, weasel-like face of Gourrut, 
the convict we used as clerk. He had stopped his 
scrawling and was listening with a sly interest. 

''Sergeant, Captain de Saint-Avit is my ranking 
dassmate,'' I answered dryly. 

Chatelain saluted, and left the room. I followed. 

''There, there,*' I said, dapping him on the 
bade, '*no hard feelings. Remember that in an hour 
we are starting for the oasis. Have the cartridges 
ready. It is of the utmost importance to restock 
the larderà* 

I went back to the office and motioned Gourrut 

to go, Left alone, I finished Mlle. de C *s let- 

ter very quickly, and then reread the decision of the 
Ministry giving the post a new chief. 

It was now five months that I had enjoyed that 
distinction, and on my word, I had accepted the re- 
sponsibility well enough, and been very well pleased 
with the independence. I can even affirm, without 
taking too much credit for myself, that under my 


command discipline had been better maintained than 
under Captain Dieulivol, Saint-Avit*s predecessor. 
A brave man, this Captain Dieulivol» a non-commis- 
sioned^officer under Dodds and Duchesne, but sub- 
ject to a terrible propensìty for strong liquors, and 
too much indined, when he had drunk, to confuse 
his dialects, and to talk to a Houassa in Sakalave. 
No one was ever more sparing of the post water 
supply. One morning when he was preparing his 
absinthe in the presence of the Sergeant, Chatelain, 
noticing the Captain*s glassj saw with amazement 
that the green liquor was blanched by a far stronger 
admixture of water than usuai. He looked up, 
aware that something abnormal had just occurred. 
Rigid, the carafe inverted in his band, Captain Dieu- 
livol was spilling the water which was running over 
on the sugar. He was dead. 

For six months, since the disappearance of this 
sympathetic old tippler, the Powers had not seemed 
to interest themselves in finding bis successor. I 
had even hoped at times that a decision might he 
reached investing me with the rìghts that I was in 
f act exercising. . • . And today this surprising ap- 

Captain de Saint-Avit. He was of my class at 
St. Cyr. I had lost track of him. Then my atten- 
tion had been attracted to him by his rapid advance- 
ment, bis decoration, the well-deserved recognition 
of three particularly daring expeditions of explora- 


tion to Tebesti and the Air ; and suddenly, the mys- 
terious drama of his fourth expedltion, that famous 
mission undertaken with Captain Morhange, from 
which only one of the explorers carne back. Every- 
thing is forgotten quickly in France. That was at 
least six years ago. I had not heard Saint-Avit 
mentioned since. I had even supposed that he had 
left the army. And now, I was to bave him as my 

"After ali, what's the difference," I mused, "he or 
another I At school he was charming, and we bave 
had only the most pleasant relationships. Besides, 
I haven't enough yearly income to afford the rank of 

And I left the office, whistling as I went 

We were now, Chatelain and I, our guns resting 
on die already cooling earth, beside the pool that 
forms the center of the meager oasis, hidden behind 
a kind of hedge of alfa. The setting sun was red- 
dening the stagnant ditches which irrigate the poor 
garden plots of the sedentary blacks. 

Not a word during the approach. Not a 
word during the shoot Chatelain was obviously 

In silence we knocked down, one after the other, 
several of the miserable doves which carne on drag- 
gìng wings, heavy with the beat of the day, to 
quench their thirst at the thick green water. Wben 


a half-dozen slaughtered little bodies were lined up 
at our feet I put my band on tbe Sergeant's shoulder. 


He trembled. 

"Cbatelaln, I was rude to you a little wbile ago. 
Don't be angry. It was the bad time before the 
siesta. ' The bad time of midday." 

"The Lieutenant is master bere," he answered in 
a tone that was meant to-be gruff, but which was 
only strained. 

"Chatelain, don't be angry. You bave something 
to say to me. You know what I mean." 

"I don't know really. No, I don't know." 

"Chatelain, Chatelain, why not be sensible ? Teli 
me something about Captain de Saint-Avit." 

"I know nothìng." He spoke sharply. 

"Nothing? Then what were you saying a little 
while ago?** 

"Captain de Saint-Avit is a brave man." He 
muttered the words with bis head stili obstinately 
bent. "He went alone to Bilma, to the. Air, quite 
alone to those places where no one had ever been. 
He is a brave man." 

"He is a brave man, undoubtedly," I answered 
with great restraint. "But he murdered bis com- 
panion, Captain Morhange, did he not?" 

The old Sergeant trembled. 

"He is a brave man," he persistei 

"Chatelain, you are a child. Are you afraid that 


I am going to repeat what you say to your new 

I had touched him to the quick. He drew him- 
self up. 

'^Seigeant Chatelain is afraid of no one, Lieu- 
tenant. He has been at Abomey, agalnst the Ama- 
zons, in a country where a black arm started out 
f rom every bush to seize your Icg, while another cut 
ìt off for you with one blow of a cutlass." 

"Then what they say, what you yourself " 

"That is talk;* 

"Talk which is repeated in France, Chatelain, 

He bent bis head stili lowef without replying. 

"Ass," J burst out, "will you speak?'* 

"Lieutenant, Lieutenant,'* he f airly pled, "I swear 
that what I know, or nothing ^*' 

"What you know you are going to teli me, and 
right away, If not, I give you my word of honor 
that, for a month, I shall not speak to you except 
on officiai business/' 

Hassi-Inif el : thirty native Arabs and four Euro- 
peans — ^myself, the Sergeant, a Corporal, and Gour- 
rut. The threat was terrible. It had its effect. 

"Ali right, then, Lieutenant," he said with a great 
sigh. "But afterwards you must not blame me for 
having told you things about a superior which should 
not be told and come only f rom the talk I overheard 
at mess." 


"TcU away." 

''It was In 1899. I was then Mess Sergeant at 
Sf ax, with the 4th Spahis. I had a good record, and 
besides, as I did not drink, the Adjutant had as* 
signed me to the officers* mess. It was a soft berth. 
The marketing, the accounts, recording the library 
books which were borrowed (there weren't many), 
and the key of the wine cupboard, — for with that 
you can't trust orderlies. The Colonel was young 
and dined at mess. One evening he carne In late, 
looking perturbed, and, as soon as he was seated, 
called for silence: 

*' 'Gentlemen,' he said, *I bave a comnuìhicatìon 
to make to you, and I shall ask for yout^advice. 
Here Is the question. Tomorrow morning the City 
of Naples lands at Sfax. Aboard ber Is Captain de 
Saint-Avlt, recently assigned to Feriana, en route to 
bis post/ 

"The Colonel paused. *Good,* thought I, *tomor- 
row's menu Is about to be considered* For you 
know the custom, Lieutenant, which has existed ever 
slnce there bave been any officers' clubs in Africa. 
When an officer is passing by, bis comrades go to 
meet him at the boat and invite hlm to remain with 
them for the length of bis stay In port. He pays 
bis score in news from home. On such occasions 
everything is of the best, even for a simple lieuten- 
ant. At Sfax an officer on a vlsit meant — one extra 
course, vintage wine and old liqueurs. 


''But this time I imagined from the looks the 
officerà exchanged that perhaps. the old stodc 
would stay undisturbed in its cupboard. 

^^Tou have ali, I think, heard of Captaln de 
Saint-Avit, gentlemen, and the rumors about him. 
It is not for US to inquire into them, and the promo- 
tion he has had, his decoration if you wìll, permits 
US to hope that they are without foundation. But 
between not suspecting an officer of being a crìmi- 
nal, and receiving him at our table as a contrade, 
there is a gulf that we are not obliged to 
bridge. That is the matter on which I ask your 

"There was silence. The officers looked at each 
other, ali of them suddenly quite grave, even to the 
merriest of the second lieutenants. In the corner, 
where I realized that they had f orgotten me, I tried 
not to make the least sound that might recali my 

" *We thank you, Colonel,' one of the majors 
finally replied, *for your courtesy in consulting us. 
Ali my comrades, I imagine, know to what terrible 
rumors you refer. If I may venture to say so, in 
Paris at the Army Geographical Service, where I 
was before coming bere, most of the officers of the 
highest standing had an opinion on this unfortunate 
matter which they avoided stating, but which cast no 
glory upon Captain de Saint-Avit.* 

" *I was at Banunako, at the rime of the Mor- 


ihange-Saint^Avit missione said a Captain. 'The 
opinion of the officers there, I am sorry to say, dif- 
fered vcry litde from what die Major describes. 
But I must add that they ali admitted that they 
had nothing but suspicions to go on. And sus- 
picions are certainly not enough considering the 
atrocity of the affair.* 

" *They are quite enough, gendemen/ replicd the 
Colonel, 'to account for our hesitation. It is not a 
questìon of passing judgment; but no man can 
sit at our table as a matter of right. It Is a privi- 
lege based on fratemal esteem. The only questioa 
is whether it is your decision to aecord it to Saint- 

\'So sayàng, he looked at the officers, as if he were 
taking a roll cali. One after another they shook 
their heads. 

'' 'I see that we agree,' he said. 'But our task is 
unfortunately not yet over. The City of Naples 
will he in port tomorrow moming. The launch 
which meets the passengers leaves at eight o'clock. 
It will he necessary, gendemen, for one of you to 
go aboard. Captain de Saint-Avit might he expect- 
ing to come to us. We certainly bave no intentìon 
of inflicting upon him the humiliation of refusing 
him, if he presented himself in expectation of the 
customary reception. He must he prevented from 
coming. It will be wisest to make him understand 
that it is best for him to stay aboard.* 


"The Colonel looked at the officcrs again. They 
couid not but agree. But how uncomfortable each 
one looked I 

" *I cannot hope to find a volunteer among you 
for this kind of mission, so I am compelled to ap- 
point some one. Captain Grandjean, Captain de 
Saint-Avit is also a Captain. It is fittìng that it 
he an officer of his own rank who carries him our 
message. Besides, you are the la test corner here. 
Therefore it is to you that I entrust this painful in- 
terview. I do not need to suggest that you conduct 
it as diplomatically as possible.' 

"Captain Grandjean bowed, while a sigh of relief 
escaped from ali the others. As long as the Colonel 
stayed in the room Grandjean remained apart, with- 
out speaking. It was only after the chief had de- 
parted that he let fall the words : 

" 'There are some things that ought to count 
a good deal for promotion.' 

"The next day at luncheon everyone was impa- 
tient for his return. 

" Welir demanded the Colonel, brlefly. 

"Captain Grandjean did not reply immediately. 
He sat down at the table where his comrades ^tfre 
mixing their drinks, and he, a man notorious for 
his sobriety, drank almost at a gulp, without 
waiting for the sugar to melt, a full glass of 

Well, Captain?' repeated the Colonel. 

a i^ 


<( r 

Wcll, Colonel, it's donc You can be at case. 
He will not set foot on shore. But, ye godsy what 
an ordeall' 

"The officers did not dare speak. Only their looks 
expressed their anxious curlosity. 

"Captain Grandjean poured himself a swallow of 

" Tou see, I had gotten my speech ali ready, in 
the launch. But as I went up the ladder I knew 
that I had forgotten it. Saint-Avit was in the 
smoking-room, with the Captain of the boat. It 
seemed to me that I could never iìnd the strength 
to teli him, when I saw hirìi ali ready to go ashore. 
He was in full dress uniform, bis sabre lay on the 
bench and he was wearing spurs. No one wears 
spurs on shipboard. I presented myself and we 
exchanged several remarks, but I must bave seemed 
somewhat strained for from the first moment I 
knew that he sensed something. Under some pre- 
text he left the Captain, and led me aft near the 
great rudder wheel. There, I dared speak. Colo- 
nel, what did I say? How I must bave stammeredl 
He did not look at me. Leaning bis elbows on the 
railing he let bis eyes wander far oif , smiling slightly. 
Then, of a sudden, when I was well tangled up in 
explanations, he looked at me cooUy and said: 

" * "I must thank you, my dear f ellow, for having 
given yourself so much trouble. But it is quite un- 
necessary. I am out of sorts and bave no inten«^ 


tion of golng ashore. At least, I have the pleasure 
of havlng made your acquaintance. Since I cannot 
profit by your hospitality, you must do me the favor 
of acceptìng mine as long as the launch stays by the 

" *Then we went back to the smoking-room. He 
himself mixed the cocktails. He talked to me, We 
discovered that we had mutuai acquaintances. Never 
shall I forget that face, that ironie and distant look, 
that sad and melodious voice. Ah! Colonel, gen- 
tlemen, I don^t know what they may say at the Geo- 
graphic Office, or in the posts of the Soudan. . . • 
There can he nothing in it but a horrible suspicion. 
Such a man, capable of such a crime, — believe me, 
it is not possible.' 

"That is ali, Lieutenant," finished Chatelain, af- 
ter a silence. "I have never seen a sadder meal than 
that one. The officers hurried through lunch with- 
out a word being spoken, in an atmosphere of de- 
pression against which no one tried to struggle. 
And in this complete silence, you could see them 
always furtively watching the City of Naples, where 
she was dancing merrily in the breeze, a league f rom 

"She was stili there in the evening when they 
assembled for dinner, and it was. not until a blast 
of the whistle, foUowed by curls of smoke escaping 
from the red and black smokestack had ahnounced 
the departure of the vcssel for Gabes, that con- 


versation was resumed; and even then, less gaily 
than usuai. 

"After that, Lieutenant, at the Officers' Club at 
Sfax, they avoided like the plague any subject which 
risked leading the conversation back to Captain de 

Chatelain had spoken almost in a whisper, and 
the little people of the desert had not heard this 
singular history. It was an hour since we had fìred 
our last cartridge. Around the pool the turde doves, 
once more reassured, were bathing their feathers. 
Mysterious great birds were flying under the dark- 
ening palm trees. A less warm wind rocked the 
trembling black palm branches. We had laid aside 
our helmets so that our temples could welcome the 
touch of the feebie breeze. 

"Chatelain," I said, "it is time to go back to the 

Slowly we picked up the dead doves. I felt the 
Sergeant looking at me reproachfuUy, as if regret- 
ting that he had spoken. Yet during ali the time 
that our return trip lasted, I could not find the 
strength to break our desolate silence with a single 

The night had almost fallen when we arrivcd. 
The flag which surmounted the post was stili visible, 
drooping on its standard, but already its colors were 
indistinguishable. To the west the sun had disap- 


peared behind the dunes gashed against the biade 
violct of the sky. 

When we had crossed the gate of the fortifica* 
tions, Chatelain left me. 

*^I am golng to the stables/' he said. 

I returned alone to that part of the fort where 
the bìUets for the Europeans and the stores of am- 
munition were located. An inexpresslble sadness 
weighed upon me. 

I thought of my comrades in French garrisons. 
At this hour they must be retuming home to find 
awaiting them, spread out upon the bed, their dress 
unìform, their braided tunic, their sparkling epaiil- 

"Tomorrow," I said to myself, "I shall request a 
change of station.'* 

The stairway of hard-packed earth was alrèady 
black. But a few gleams of light stili seemed 
palely prowling in the office when I entered. 

A man was sitting at my desk, bending over the 
files of orders. His back was toward me. He did 
not bear me enter. 

"Really, Gourrut, my lad, I beg you not to 
disturb yourself. Make yourself completely at 

The man had risen, and I saw him to be quite 
tali, slender and very pale. 

'^Lieutenant Ferrières, is it not?" 

He advanced, holding out his band. 


"Captain de Saint-Avit. Delighted, my dcar fel- 

At the same time Chatelain appeared on the 

"Sergeant," said the newcomer, "I cannot con- 
gratulate you on the little I have seen. There is not 
a carnei saddle which is not in want of buckles, and ' 
they are rusty enough to suggest that it rains at 
Hassi-Inifel three hundred days in the year. Fur- 
thermore, where were you this afternoon? Among 
the four Frencìimen who compose the post, I found 
only on my arrivai one convict, opposite a quart 
of eau-de-vie. We will change ali that, I hope. At 

"Captain," I said, and my voice was colorless, 
while Chatelain remained frozen at attention, "I 
must teli you that the Sergeant was with me, that it 
is I who am responsible for his absence from tfie 
post, that he is an irreproachable non-commissioned 
officer from every point of view, and that if wc had 
been warned of your arrivai " 

"Evidently," he said, with a coldly ìronical smilc. 
"Also, Lieutenant, I have no intention of holding 
him responsible for the negligences which attach to 
your office. He is not obliged to know that the 
officer who abandons a post like Hassi-Inifel, if it 
is only for two hours, risks not finding much left on 
his return. The Chaamba brigands, my dear sir, 
love firearms, and for the sake of the sixty muskets 


in your racks, I am sure they would not scruple 
to make an officer, whose otherwise excellent record 
18 well known to me, account for bis absence to a 
court-martial. Come wìtb me, if you please. We 
will finisb tbe little inspection I began too rapidly a 
little while ago." 

He was already on the stairs. I followed in bis 
footsteps. Cbatelain closed tbe order of marcb. I 
heard him murmuring, in a tone wbicb you can 
imagine : 

"Well, we are in for it now I" 



A FEW days sufficed to convince us that Chate- 
lain's fears as to our officiai relations with the new 
cfaief were vain. Often I bave thought that by the 
scverity he showed at our first encounter Saint-Avit 
wished to create a formai barrier, to show us that 
he knew how to keep bis head high in spite of the 
weight of bis beavy past. Certain it is that the 
day after bis arrivai, he showed himself in a very 
diiferent light, even complimenting the Sergeant on 
the upkeep of the post and the instruction of the 
men. To me he was charming. 

"We are of the sàme class, aren't we?" he said 
to me. '*I don't bave tp ask you to dispense with 
formalities, it is your tight." 

Vain marks of confidence, alasi False witnesses 
to a freedom of spirit, one in face of the other. 
What more accessible in appearance than the im- 
mense Sahara, open to ali those who are willing to 
he engulfed by it? Yet what is more secret? 

After six months of companionship, of communion 



of life such aà only a Post in the South offers, I ask 
myself if the most extraordinary of my adventures 
is not to bc leaving to-morrow, toward unsounded 
solitudes, with a man whose real thoughts are as 
unknown to me as these same solitudes, for which 
he has succeeded in making me long. 

The first surprise which was given me by this 
singular companion was occasioned by the baggage 
that foUowed him. 

On his inopportune arrivai, alone, from Wargla, 
he had trusted to the Mehari he rode only what 
can be carried without harm by such a delicate beast, 
— ^his arms, sabre and revolver, a heavy carbine, and 
a very reduced pack. The rest did not arrive till 
fifteen days later, with the convoy which supplied the 

Three cases of respectable dimensions were car- 
ried one after another to the Captain's room, and 
the grimaces of the porters said enough as to their 

I discreetly left Saint-Avit to his unpacking and 
began opening the mail wt^ich the convoy had sent 

He returned to the office a little later and glanced 
at the several reviews which I had just received. 

"So," he said. "You take these." 

He skinuned through, as he spoke, the last num- 
ber of the Zeìtschrìft der Gesellschaft fur Erdkunde 
in Berlin. 


"Yes," I answered. "These gentlemen are kind 
enough to interest themselves in my works on the 
geology of the Wadi Mia and the high Igharghar.*' 

"That may be useful to me,'* he murmured, con- 
tinuing to tum over the leaves. 

"It's at your service." 

"Thanks. I am afraid I have nothing to offer 
you in exchange, except Pliny, perhaps. And stili — 
you know what he said of Igharghar, according to 
King Juba. However, come help me put my traps 
in place and you will see if anything appeais to you/' 

I accepted without further urging. 

We conmienced by unearthing various meteoro- 
logical and astronomical instruments — ^the thermom- 
eters of Baudin, Salleron, Fastre, an aneroid, a For- 
tin barometer, chronometers, a sextant, an astro- 
nomical spyglass, a compass glass. ... In short, 
what Duveyrier calls the material that is simplest 
and easiest to transport on a camel. 

As Saint-Avit handed them to me I arranged 
them on the only table in the room. 

"Now," he announced to me, "there is nothing 
more but books. I will pass them to you. Pile them 
up in a corner until I can have a book-shelf made.'* 

For two hours altogether I helped him to heap 
up a real library. And what a library I Such as 
never before a post in the South had seen. AH the 
texts consecrated, under whatever titles, by antiquity 
to the regions of the Sahara were reunited between 


tfae four rough-cast walls of that little room of the 
bordj. Herodotus and Pliny, naturally, and like- 
wìse Strabp and Ptolemy, Pomponius Mela, and 
Ammien M arcellin. But besides these names which 
reassured my ignorance a little, I perccivcd those of 
Corippus, of Paul Orose, of Eratosthenes, of Pho- 
tius, of Diodorus of Sicily, of Solon, of Dion Cas- 
sius, of Isidor of Seville, of Martin de Tyrc, of 
Ethicus, of Athence, the Scriptores Htstoriae Au- 
gustaè, the Itinerarium Antonini Augusti, the GeO' 
graphi Latini Minores of Riese, the Geographi 
Graeci Minores of Karl MuUer. . . . Since I bave 
had the occasion to familiarize myself with Aga- 
tarchides of Cos and Artemidorus of Ephesus, 
but I admit that in this instance the presente of their 
dlssertations in the saddle bags of a captain of cav- 
alry caused me some amazement 

I mention further the Descrìttione delV Africa by 
Leon l'African, the Arabian Histories of Ibn-Khal- 
doun, of Al-Iaqoub, of El-Bekri, of Ibn-Batoutah, of 
Mahonmied El-Tounsi. ... In the midst of this 
Babel, I remember the names of only two volumes 
of contemporary French scholars. There were also 
riie laborious theses of Berlioux ^ and of Schirmer.* 

^Doctrìna Ptolemaei ab injuria recentiorum vindicata, sive 
Nnos Superìor et Niger verus, hodiernus Eghiren, ab antiquis 
dolorati. Paris, 8vo, 1874, with two maps. (Note by M. 

>De nomine et genere popularum qui berberi vulgo dicuntur. 
is, 8vo, ife2. (Note by M. Leroux.) 


While I proceeded to make piles o£ as slmilar 
dimensions as possible I kept saying to myself : 

"To think that I have been bclicving ali this time 
that in bis mission with M orhange, Saint-Avit was 
particularly concerned in scientific observations. 
Either my memory deccìves me strangely or he is 
riding a borse of another color. What is sure is 
that there is nothing for me in the midst o£ ali this 

He must have read on my face the signs of toc 
apparently expressed surprise, for he said in a tone 
in which I divined a tinge of defiance : 

"The choice of these books surprises you a bit?" 

"I can't say it surprises me," I replied, "since I 
don't know the nature of the work for which you 
have coUected them. In any case I dare say, with- 
out fear of being contradicted, that never bef ore has 
officer of the Arabian Office possessed a library in 
which the humanities were so well represented." 

He smiled evasively, and that day we pursued the 
subject no further. 

Among Saint-Avit's books I had noticed a volu- 
minous notebook secured by a strong lock. Several 
times I surprised hlm in the act of making notations 
in it. When for any reason he was called out of 
the room he placed this album carefuUy in a small 
cabinet of white wood, provided by the munificence 
of the Administration. When he was not writìng 


and the office did not require his presence, he had 
the mehari which he had brought with him saddled, 
and a few minutes later, from the terrace of the for- 
tifications, I could see the doublé silhouette disap- 
pearing with great strides behind a hummock of red 
earth on the horizon. 

Bach time these trips lasted longer. From each 
he returned in a kind of exaltation which made me 
watch him with daily increasing disquietude during 
meal hours, the only time we passed quite alone to- 

"Well," I said to myself one day when his re- 
marks had been more lacking in sequence than usuai, 
**it's no fun being aboard a submarine when the 
captain takes opium. What drug can this fellow he 
taking, anyway?" 

Next day I looked hurriedly through my com- 
rade's drawers. This inspection, which I believed 
to be my duty, reassured me momentarily. "Ali very 
good," I thought, "provided he does not carry with 
him his capsules and his Pravaz syringe." 

I was stili in that stage where I could suppose 
that André's imagination needed artifìcial stimulants. 

Meticulous observation undeceived me. There 
was nothing suspicious in this respect. Moreover, 
he rarely drank and almost never smoked. 

And nevertheless, there was no means of denying 
the increase of his disquieting feverishness. He re- 
turned from his expeditions each time with his eyes 


more brilliant. He was paler, more animated, more 

One evening he left the post about six o'clock, at 
the end of the greatest beat of the day. We waited 
for hìm ali night. My anxiety was ali the stronger 
because quite recently caravans had brought tìdings 
of bands of robbers in the neighborhood of the post. 

At dawn he had not retumed. He did not come 
before midday. His carnei coUapsed under him, 
rather than knelt. 

He realized that he must excuse himself, but he 
waited till we were alone at lunch. 

"I am so sorry to bave caused you any anxiety. 
But the dunes were so beautiful under the moonl 
I let myself be carried farther and farther. . . ." 

"I bave no reproaches to make, dear fellow, you 
are f ree, and the chief bere. Only ^low me to re- 
cali to you certain warnings concernine the Chaamba 
brlgands, and the misfortunes thàt might arise 
from a Commandant of a post al/senting himself 
too long." 

He smiled. 

*'I don't dislike such evidence ^f a good mem- 
ory," he said simply. / 

He was in excellent, too excelleiJt spirits. 

"Don't blame me. I set out fqr a short ride as 
usuai. Then, the moon rose. Ahd then, I recog- 
nlzed the country. It is just where, twenty years 
ago next November, Flatters foUowed the way to 


his destiny in an exaltation which the certainty of 
not retuming made keener and more intense/' 

"Strange state of mlnd for a chief of an expe- 
dition," I murmured. 

**Say nothing against Flatters. No man ever loved 
the desert as he did . . . even to dying of It." 

"Palat and Douls, among many others, have lovcd 
it as much," I answered. "But they were alone 
when they exposed themselves to it. Responsible 
only for their own lives, they were free. Flatters, 
on the other hand, was responsible for sixty lives. 
And you cannot deny that he allowed his whole party 
to he massacred.' W^ 

The words were hardly out of my lips beforc I 
regretted them. I thought of Chatelain's story, of 
the officers' club at Sfax, where they avoided like 
the plague any kind of conversation which might lead 
their thoughts toward a certain Morhange-Saint-Avit 

Happily I observed that my companion was not 
listening. His brilliant eyes were far away. 

"What was your first garrison?" he asked sud- 


He gave an unnatural laugh. 

"Auxonnc. Province of the Cote d'Or. District 
of Dijon. Six thousand inhabitants. P. L. M. Rail- 
way. Drill school and review. The ColonePs wife 
receivcs Thursdays, and the Major's on Saturdays. 


Lcavcs cvery Sunday, — the first of the month to 
Paris, the three others to Dijon. That cxplains your 
judgment of Flatters. 

"For my part, my dear fellow, my first garrison 
was at Boghar. I arrived there one moming in 
October, a second lieutenant, aged twenty, of the 
First African Batallion, the white chevron on my 
black sleeve. . . . Sun stripe, as the bagnards say 
in speaking of their grades. Boghar I iTwo days 
before, from the bridge of the steamer, I had begun 
to see the shores of Africa. I pity ali those who, 
wheri they see those pale cliffs for the first time, do 
not feel a great leap at their hearts, at the thought 
that this land prolongs itself thousands and thou- 
sands of leagues. ... I was little more than a 
child, I had plenty of money. I was ahead of sched- 
ule. I could bave stopped three or four days at Al- 
giers to amuse myself. Instead I took the train that 
same evening for Berroughìa. 

"There, scarcely a hundred kìlometers from Al- 
gplers, the railway stopped. Going in a straight line 
you wont find another until you get to the Cape. 
The diligence travels at night on account of the beat. 
When we came to the hills I got out and walked 
beside the carriage, straining for the sensation, in 
this new atmosphere, of the kiss of the outlying 

"About midnight, at the Camp of the Zouaves, a 
humble post on the road embankment, overlooking 


a dry vallcy whence rose the fevcrish pcrfume of 
oleander, we changed homes. They had there a 
troop of convicts and impressed laborers, under es- 
cori of riflemen and convoys to the quarries in the 
South. In part, rogues in uniform, from the jails 
of Al^ers and Douara, — ^without arms, of course; 
the others civilians, — such civiliansi this year's re- 
cruits, the young buUies of the Chapelle and the 

"They left before we did. Then the diligente 
caught up with them. From a distance I saw in a 
pool of moonlight on the yellow road the black ir- 
regular mass of the convoy. Then I heard a weary 
dirge ; the wretches were sin^ng. One, in a sad and 
gutteral voice, gave the couplet, which trailed dis- 
maUy through the depths of the blue ravines : 

H i 

Maintenant qu^elle est grande, 
Elle fatt le trottotr, 
Avec ceux de la bande 

A Richard'Lenoìr.' 

"And the others took up in chorus t* :; horrìble 
refrain : 


'A la Bastìlle, a la Bastìlle, 
On aìme bien, on alme bien 

Nini Peau d^Chien; 
Elle est si belle et si gentìlle 

A la Bastili^ 


"I saw them ali in contrast to myself when the 
diligence passed them. They were terrible. Under 
the hideous searchlight their eyes shone with a som- 
. bre fire in their pale and shaven f aces. The buming 
dust strangled their raucous voices in their throats. 
A frightful sadness took possession of me. 

"When the diligence had left this fearful night- 
mare behind, I regained my self-control. 

" 'Further, much further South,' I exclaimed to 
myself, 'to the places untouched by this miserable 
bilgewater of civilization.' 

"When I am weary, when I bave a moment of 
anguish and longing to turn back on the road that I 
bave chosen, I think of the prisoners of Berroughia, 
and then I am glad to continue on my way. 

"But what a reward, when I am in one of those 
places where the poor animals never think of fieeing 
because they bave never seen man, where the desert 
stretches out around me so widely that the old world 
could crumble, and never a single ripple on the dune, 
a single doud in the white sky come to wam me. 

" *It is true,' I murmured. *I, too, once, in the 
middle of the desert, at Tidi-Kelt, I felt that way.' " 
Up to that time I had let him enjoy bis exalta- 
tions without interruption. I understoód too late 
the error that I had made in pronouncing that un- 
fortunate sentence. 

His mocking nervous laughter began anew. 
"Ah! indeed, at Tidi-Kelt? I beg you, old man, 


in your own interest, if you don't want to make an 
ass of yourself, avoid that species of reminiscence. 
Honestly, you make me think of Fromentiiii or that 
poor Maupassant, who talked of the desert because 
he had been to Djelfa, two days* joumcy from the 
Street of Bab-Azound and the Government buildings, 
four days from the Avenue de l'Opera; — and who, 
because he saw a poor devil of a camel dying near 
Bou-Saada, believed himself in the heart of the des- 
ert, on the old route of the caravans. . . . Tidi- 
Kelt, the deserti" 

**It seems to me, however, that In-Saleh " I 

said, a little vexed. 

"In-Saleh ? Tidi-Kelt I But, my poor friend, the 
last time that I passed that way Vhere were as many 
old newspapers and ^mpty sardine boxes as if it had 
been Sunday in the Wood of Vincennes." 

Such a determined, sudi an evident desire to an- 
noy me made me forget my reserve. 

"Evidently," I replied resentfuUy, "I bave never" 
been to— — " 

I stopped myself, but it was already too late. 

He looked at me, squarely in the face. 

"To where ?" he said with good humor. 

I did not answer. 

"To where?" he repeated. 

And, as I remained strangled in my muteness : 

"To Wadi Tarhit, do you mean?" 

It was on the east bank of Wadi Tarhit, a hun- 


dred ànd twenty kilometers from Timissao, at 25.5 
degrees north latitude, according to the officiai re- 
port, that Captain Morhange was buried. 

"André," I cried stupidly, "I swear to you " 

"What do you swear to me?" 

"That I never meant " 

"To speak ofWadiTarhit? Why? Whyshould 
you not speak to me of Wadi Tarhìt?" 

In answer to my supplicating sìlence, he merely 
shrugged his shoulders. 

"Idiot," was ali he said. 

And he left me before I could think of even one 
word to say. 

So much humility on my part had, however, not 
disarmed him. I had the proof of it the next day, 
and the way he showed his humor was even marked 
by an exhibition of wretchedly poor taste. 

I was just out of bed when he came into my room. 

"Can you teli me what is the meaning of this?" 
he demanded. 

He had in his band one of the officiai regpisters. 
In his nervous crises he always began sorting them 
over, in the hope of finding some pretext for mak- 
ing himself militarily insupportable. 

This rime chance had f avored him. 

He opened the register. I blushed violently at 
seeing the poor proof of a photograph that I knew 

"What is that?" he repeated disdainfuUy. 


Too often I had surprised him in the act of re- 
gardìng, none too kindly, the portrait of MUe. de 
C. which hung in my room not to be convinced at 
that moment that he was trying to pick a quarrel 
with me. 

I controlied myself, however, and placed the poor 
little print in the drawer. 

But my calmness did not pacify him. 

"Henceforth," he said, "take care, I beg you, not 
to mix mementoes of your gallantry with the officiai 

He added, with a smile that spoke insult : 

"It isn't necessary to furnish objects of excitation 
to Gourrut." 
"André," I said, and I was white, "I demand ^** 

He stood up to the full height of bis 

"Well what is it? A gallantry, nothing more. I 
bave authorized you to speak of Wadi Halfa, 
haven't I? Then I bave the right, I should 
think " 

"Andre 1" 

Now he was looking maliciously at the wall, at 
the little portrait the replica of which I had just sub- 
jected to this painful scene. 

"There, there, I say, you aren't angry, are you? 
But between ourselves you will admit, will you not, 
that she is a little thin?" 

And before I could find rime to answer him, he 


had removcd himsclf, humming the shameful re- 
frain of the previous night: 


A la Bastille, a la BasHlle, 
On aime bien, on alme bien, 
Nini, Peau de Chien.** 

For three days neither of us spoke to the other. 
My exasperation was toc deep for words. Was I, 
then, to bc held responsible for his avatars 1 Was 
it my fault if, between two phrases, one seemed al- 
ways some alluslon 

"The situation is intolerable," I said to myself. 
"It cannot last longcr." 

It was to cease very soon. 

One week after the scene of the photograph the 
courier arrived. I had scarcely glanced at the In- 
dex of the Zeitschrift, the German revlew of which 
I bave already spoken, when I started with uncon- 
trollable amazement. I had just read: ^'Reise und 
Entdeckungen zwei franzosischer ofiziere, Riti- 
meisters Morhange und Oberleutnants de Saint" 
Avit, in westlichen Sahara*^ 

At the same time I heard my comrade*s voice. 

"Anything interestlng in this number?" 

"No," I answered carelessly. 

"Let's see." 

I obeyed; what else was there to do? 

It seemed to me that he grew paler as he ran 


over the Index. Howevcr, his tone was altogcther 

naturai when he said : 

" You will let me borrow it, of coverse ?" 

And he went out, casting me one defiant glance. 

The day passed slowly. I did not see him again 
until evening. He was gay, very gay, and his gaiety 
hurt me. 

When we had finished dinner, we went out and 
leaned on the balustrade of the terrace. From there 
out swept the desert, which the darkness was already 
encroaching upon from the east 

André broke the silente. 

"By the way, I have retumed your review to you. 
You were rlght, it is not interesting." 

His expression was one of supreme amusement. 

"What is it, what is the matter with you, any- 
way ?" 

"Nothing," I answered, my throat aching. 

"Nothing? Shall I teli you what is the matter 
with you ?" 

I looked at him with an expression of supplica- 

"Idiot," he found it necessary to repeat once more. 

Night fell quickly. Only the southern slope of 
Wadi Mia was stili yellow. Among the boulders a 
little jackal was running about, yapping sharply. 

"The dib is making a fuss about nothing, bad 
business," said Saint-Avit. 


He contlnued pitilessly : 

"Then you aren't willing to say anything?" 

I made a great effort, to produce the followlng 
pitlful phrase : 

"What an exhausting day. What a night, heavy, 

hcavy You don't feci like yourself, you don't 

know any more " 

"Yes," said the voice of Saint-Avit, as from a 
distance, "A heavy, heavy night : as heavy, do you 
know, as when I killed Captain Morhange." 



"So I klUed Captain Morhange," André de Saint- 
Avit said to me the next day, at the same time, in 
the same place, with a cairn that took no account of 
the night, the f rightful night I had just been through. 
"Why do I teli you this ? I don't know in the least. 
Because of the desert, perhaps. Are you a man 
capable of enduring the weight of that confìdence, 
and further, if necessary, of assuming the conse- 
quences it may bring? I don't know that, either. 
The future wiU decide. For the present there is 
only one thing certain, the fact, I teli you again, that 
I killed Captain Morhange. 

I killed him. And, since you want me to specify 
the reason, you understand that I am not going to 
torture my brain to tum it into a romance for you, 
or commence by recounting in the naturalistic man- 
ncr of what stuff my first trousers were made, or, 
as the neo-Catholics would bave it, how often I 
went as a child to confession, and how much I liked 
doing it. I bave no taste for useless exhibitions. 



You will find that this recital begins strictly at the 
time when I met Morhangc. 

And first of ali, I teli you, however much it ha8 
cost my peace of mlnd and my reputation, I do not 
regret having known him. In a word, apart from 
ali question of false friendship, I am convicted of a 
black ingratitude in having killed him. It is to him, 
it Ì8 to his knowledge of rock inscriptions, that I 
owe the only thing that has raised my life in interest 
above the miserable little lives dragged out by my 
companions at Auxonne, and elsewhere. 
This being understood, bere are the facts: 
It was in the Arabian Office at Wargla, when I 
was a lieutenant, that I first heard the name, Mor- 
hange. And I must add that it was for me the occa- 
sion of an attack of bad humor. We were having 
difficult times. The hostility of the Sultan of Mo- 
rocco was latent At Touat, where the assassination 
of Flatters and of Frescaly had already been con- 
cocted, connivance was being given to the plots of 
our enemies. Touat was the center of conspirades, 
of razzias, of defections, and at the same time, the 
depot of supply for the insatiable nornads. The 
Govemors of Algeria, Tirman, Cambon, Laferriere, 
demanded its occupatìon. The Ministers of War 
tacitly agreed. . • . But there was Parliament, 
which did nothing at ali, because of England, be- 
cause of Germany, and above ali because of a cer* 
tain Declaration of the Rìghts of Man and of the 


Citizen, which prescribcd that insurrection is the 
most sacred of duties, even when the insurgents are 
savages who cut your head off. In short, the mili- 
tary authority could only, at its own discretion, in- 
crease the southern garrisons, and establish new 
posts; this one, Berresof, Hassi-el-Mia, Fort Mac- 
Mahon, Fort Lallcmand, Fort Miribel. . . . But 
as Castries puts it, you don't hold the nomads with 
bordjsy you hold them by the belt. The middle was 
the oasis of Touat. Their honors, the lawyers of 
Paris, had to he convinced of the necessity of taking 
possession of the oasis of Touat. The best way 
would he to present them ^mth a faithful pic- 
turc of the plots that were being woven there 
against us. 

The principal authors were, and stili are, the 
Senoussis, whose able chief has been forced by our 
arms to transfer the seat of bis confederation sev- 
eral thousand leagues from there, to Schimmedrou, 
in the Tibestì. They had, I say they through mod- 
esty, the idea of ascertaining the traces left by these 
agìtators on their favorite places of concourse ; Rhat, 
Temassinin, the plain of Ade j amor, and In-Salah. 
It was, you see, at least after leaving Temassinin, 
practically ihe same itinerary as that foUowed in 
1 864 by General Rohlfs. 

I had already attracted some attention by two ex- 
cursions, one to Agades, and the other to Bilma, and 
was considered by the staff officers to be one of the 


best informed on the Senoussis question. I was 
therefore selected to assume this new task. 

I then suggested that it would be of interest to 
kill two birds with one stone, and to get, in passing, 
an idea of the northem Ahoggar, so as to make 
sure whether the Tuaregs of Ahitarhen had con- 
tinued to bave as cordial relations with the Senoussis 
as they had had when they combined to massacra 
the Flatters' mission. I was immediately accorded 
the permission. The change in my first pian was as 
foUows: After reaching Ighelaschem, six hundred 
kilometers south of Temassinin, instead of taking the 
direct road to Touat via Rhat, I would, penetrating 
between the high land of Mouydir and Ahaggar, 
strike off to the southwest as far as Shikh-Salah. 
There I would tum again northwards, towards In- 
Salah, by the road to the Soudan and Agades. In 
ali hardly eight kilometers additional in a trip of 
about seven hundred leagues, with the certainty of 
making as complete an examination as possible of 
the roads which our enemies, the Senoussis of Tibesti 
and the Tuareg of the Ahoggar, must foUow to ar- 
rìve at Touat On the way, for every explorer has 
bis pet fancy, I was not at ali displeased to think 
that I would bave a chance to examine the geolog^cal 
formatìon of the plateau of Egere, about which 
Duveyrier and the others are so xiisappointingly 

Everything was ready for my departure from 


Wargla. Everything, which is to say, very little. 
Three meharà: mine, my companion Bou-Djema's 
(a faithful Chaamba, whom I had had with me in 
my wanderings through the Air, less of a guide in 
the country I was fàmiliar with than a machine for 
saddling and unsaddling camels), then a third to 
carry provisions and skins of drinking water, very 
litde, since I had taken pains to locate the stops 
with reference to the wells. 

Some people go equipped for this kind of expe- 
dition with a hundred regulars, and even cannon. I 
am for the tradition of Douls and René Callie, I go 

I was at that perfect moment when only one thin 
diread stili held me to the civilized world when an 
officiai cable arrived at Wargla. 

"Lieutenant de Saint-Avit," it said briefly, "will 
delay his departure until the arrivai of Captain Mor- 
hangc, who will accompany him on his expedition 
of exploration." 

I was more than disappointed. I alone had had 
the idea of this expedition. I had had ali the diffi- 
culty that you can imagine to make the authorities 
agree to it. And now when I was rejoicing at the 
idea of the long hours I would spend alone with 
mysclf in the heart of the desert, they sent me a 
stranger, and, to make matters worse, a superior. 

The condolences of my comrades aggravated my 
bad humor. 


The Yearly Report, consulted on the spot, had 
given them the f oUowing inf ormation : 

"Morhange (Jean-Marie-Franjois), das» of 
1881. Brevetcd. Captain, unassigned (Topo- 
graphical Service of the Army.)" 

"There is the explanation for you," said one. 
"They are sending one of their creatures to pulì 
the chestnuts out of the fire, after you have had ali 
the trouble of making it. Breveted I That's a great 
way. The theories of Ardant du Picq or else noth- 
ing about here/' 

"I don't altogether agree with you," said the 
Major. "They knew in Parliament, for some one 
is always indiscreet, the real aim of Saint-Avit's mis- 
sion: to force their hand for the occupation of 
Touat And this Morhange must he a man serving 
the interests of the Army Commission. AH these 
people, secretaries, members of Parliament, govem- 
ors, keep a dose watch on each other. Some one 
will write an amusing paradoxical history some day, 
of the French Colonial Expansion, which is made 
without the knowledge of the powers in office, when 
it is not actually in spite of them." 

^'Whatever the reason, the result will be the 
same," I said bitterly; "we will be two Frenchmcn 
to spy on each other night and day, along the roads 
to the south. An amiable prospect when one has 
none too much time to foil ali the tricks of the na- 
tives. When does he arrive ?" 


"Day after tomorrow, probably. I havc news of 
a convoy coming from Ghardaia. It is likely that 
he will avail himself of it. The indicatìons are 
that he doesn't know very much about traveling 

Captain Morhange did arrive in fact two days 
later by means of the convoy from Ghardaia. I 
was the first person for whom he asked. 

When he carne to my room, whither I had with- 
drawn in dignity as soon as the convoy was sighted, 
I was disagreeably surprised to foresee that I would 
havc great difficulty in preserving my prejudice 
against him. 

He was tali, his face full and ruddy, with laugh- 
ing blue eyes, a small biade moustache, and hair that 
was already white. 

"I have a thousand apolog^es to make to you, my 
dear fellow," he said immediately, with a frankness 
that I have never seen in any other man. "You must 
he furious with my importunity in upsetting your 
plans and delaying your departure." 

"By no means, Captain," I replied cooUy. 

"You really have only yourself to blame. It is 
on account of your knowledge of the southern routes, 
so highly esteemed at Paris, that I wished to have 
you to initiate me when the Ministries of Instruction 
and of Commerce, and the Geographical Society 
combined to charge me with the mission which brings 
me bere. These threc honorable institutions have 


in f act entrusted me with the attempt to re-establish 
the ancient track of the caravans, which, from the 
ninth century, traffiicked between Tunis and the Sou- 
dan, by Toweur, Wargla, Es-Souk and the bénd of 
the Bourroum; and to study the possibility of 
restoring this route to its ancient splendor. At 
the same timc, at the Geographic Bureau, I heard 
of the joumey that you are undertaking. From 
Wargla to Shikh-Salah our two itineraries are the 
same. Only I must admit to you that it is the first 
voyage of this kind that I bave ever undertaken. I 
would not he afraid to hold forth for an hour on 
Arabian literature in the amphitheatre of the Sdiool 
of Orientai Languages, but I know well enough 
that in the desert I should bave to ask for directions 
whether to tum right or left. This is the only 
chance which could give me such an opportunity, 
and at the same time put me under obligation for 
this introduction to so charming a companion. You 
must not blame me if I seized it, if I used ali my 
influence to retard your departure from Wargla 
until the instant when I could join you. I bave only 
one more word to add to what I bave said. I am 
entrusted with a mission which by its origin is rcn- 
dered essentially civilian. You are sent out by the 
Ministry of War. Up to the moment when, ar- 
rived at Shikh-Salah we turn our backs on each 
other to attain, you Touat, and I the Niger, ali your 
recommendations, ali your orders, will he foUowed 


by a subaltern, and, I hope, by a friend as well." 

Ali the rime he was talkìng so opcnly I felt de- 
llghtedly my worst recent fears melting away. 
Nevertheless, I stili experìenced a mean desire to 
show him some marks of rescrve, for havìng thus 
disposed of my company at a distance, without Con- 
sulting me. 

"I am very grateful to you, Captain, for your 
extremely flattering words. When do you wish to 
leave Wargla?" 

He made a gesture of complete detachment. 

"Whenever you like. Tomorrow, this evening. 
I bave already delayed you. Your preparations must 
bave already been made for some time." 

My little maneuver had turned against myself . I 
had not been counting on leaving before the next 

"Tomorrow, Captain, but your luggage?" 

He smiled delightfuUy. 

"I thought it best to bring as little as possible. A 
light pack, some papers. My brave camel had no 
difficulty in bringing it along. For the rest I de- 
pcnd on your advice, and the resources of Owar- 

I was well caught. I had nothing further to say. 
And moreover, such freedom of spirit and manner 
had already captivated me. 

"It secms," said my comrades, when the time for 
aperìtìves had brought us ali together again, "that 


this Captain of yours is a remarkably charming fel- 


"You surely can't have any trouble with him. It 
is only up to you to see that later on he doesn't get 
ali the glory." 

"We aren't working with the same end in view," 
I answered evasively. 

I was thoughtful, only thoughtful I give you my 
word. From that moment I harbored no further 
grudge against Morhange. Yet my silence per- 
suaded him that I was unforpving. And everyone, 
do you bear me, everyone said later on, when sus* 
picions became rifè: 

"He is surely guilty. We saw them go off to- 
gether. We can affirm it." 

I am guilty. . . . But for a low motive of jeal- 
ousy. . . . How sickening. . . . 

After that, there was nothing to do but to flee, 
flee, as far as the places where there are no more 
men who think and reason. 

Morhange appeared, bis arm resting on the 
Major's, who was beaming over this new acquain- 

He presented him enthusiastically: 

"Captain Morhange, gentlemen. An officer of 
the old school, and a man after our own hearts, I 
give you my word. He wants to leave tomorrow, 
but we must g^ve him such a reception that he will 



forget that idea before two days are up. Come, 
.Captain, you have at least eight days to give us.** 

"I am at the disposition of Lieutenant de Saint- 
Avit/* replied Morhange, with a quiet smile. 

The conversation became general. The sound of 
glasses and laughter rang out. I heard my comrades 
in ecstasies over the stories that the newcomer 
poured out with never-failing humor. And I, never, 
never have I felt so sad. 

The time carne to pass into the dining-room. 

"At my right, Captain," cried the Major, 
more and more beaming. "And I hope you will 
keep on g^ving us these new lines on Paris. We are 
not up with the times bere, you know." 

"Yours to command, Major," said Morhange. 

"Be seated, gentlemen." 

The officers obeyed, with a joyous clatter of mov- 
ing chairs. I had not taken my eyes off Morhange, 
who was stili standing. 

"Major, gentlemen, you will allow me," he said. 

And before sitting down at that table, where every 
moment he was the life of the party, in a low voice, 
with bis eyes closed, Captain Morhange recited the 



"You see," said Captain Morhange to me fifteen 
days later, **you are much better informed about 
the ancient routes through the Sahara than you bave 
been willing to let me suppose, sincc you know of the 
existence of the two Tadekkas. But the one of 
which you bave just spoken is the Tadekka of Ibn- 
Batoutah, located by this historlan seventy days 
from Touat, and placed by Schirmer, very plausibly, 
In the unexplored territory of the Aouelimmiden. 
This is the Tadekka by which the Sonrahi caravans 
passed every year, travelling by Egypt. 

"My Tadekka is different, the capital of the 
veiled people, placed by Ibn-Khaldoun twenty days 
south of Wargla, which he calls Tadmekka. It is 
towards this Tadmekka that I am headed. I must 
establish Tadmekka in the ruins of Es-Souk. The 
commercial trade route, which in the ninth century 
bound the Tunisian Djerid to the bend the Niger 
makes at Bourroum, passed by Es-Souk. It is to 
study the possibility of reestablishing this ancient 



thoroughfare that the Ministries gave me this mis- 
sion, which has pven me the pleasùre of your com* 

"You are probably in for a disappointment," I 
said. "Everything indicates that the commerce there 
is very sHght." 

"Well, I shall see," he answered composedly. 

This was while we were foUowing the unicolofed 
banks of a salt lake. The great saline stretch shone 
pale-blue, under the rising sun. The legs of our fivc 
mehara cast on it their moving shadows of a darker 
blue. For a moment the only inhabitant of these 
solitudes, a bird, a kind of indeterminate heron^ rose 
and hung in the air, as if suspended from a 
thread, only to sink back to rest as soon as we had 

I led the way, selecting the route, Morhange fol- 
lowed. Enveloped in a bemous, bis head covered 
with the straight chechia of the Spahis, a great chap^ 
let of alternate red and white beads, ending in a 
cross, around his neck, he realized perf ectly the ideal 
of Fathcr Lavigerie's White Fathers. 

After a two-days' halt at Temassinin we had just 
left the road foUowed by Flatters, and taken an 
oblique course to the south. I have the honor of 
having antedated Fous^tu in demonstrating the im- 
portance of Temassinin as a geometrical point for 
the passage of caravans, and of selecting the place 
whcrc Captain Pein has just now constructed a fort. 


The junctìon for the roads that lead to Touat from 
Fezzan and Tibesti, Temassinin Is the future seat of 
a marvellous Intelligence Department What I had 
coUected there in two days about the dispositìon of 
our Senoussis enetfties was of importance* I noticed 
that Morhange let me proceed with my inquiries with 
complete indifference. 

These two days he had passed in conversation 
with the old negro guardian of the turbet, which pre- 
serves, under its plaster dome, the remains of the 
venerated Sidi-Moussa. The confidences they ex- 
changed, I am sorry to say that I bave forgotten. 
But from the negro's amazed admiration, I realized 
the ignorance in which I stood to the mysteries of 
the desert, and how familiar they were to my com- 

And if you want to get any idea of the extraordi- 
nary originality which Morhange introduced into 
such surroundings, you who, after ali, bave a certain 
familiarity with the tropics, listen to this. It was 
exactly two hundred kilometers from bere, in the 
vicinity of the Great Dune, in that horrible stretch 
of six days without water. We had just enough for 
two days before reaching the next well, and you 
know these wells ; as Flatters wrote to bis wif e, "you 
bave to work for hours before you can clean them 
out and succeed in watering beasts and men.'* By 
chance we met a caravan there, which was going 
east towards Rhadames, and had come too far north. 


The camels' humps, shrunken and shaking, bespoke 
the suffcrings of the troop. Behind carne a little 
gray ass, a pitiful burrow, interferring at every 
step, and lightened of its pack because the mer- 
chants knew that it was going to die. Instinctively, 
with its last strength, it f ollowed, knowing that when 
it could stagger no longer, the end would come and 
the flutter of the bald vultures* wings. I love ani- 
mais, which I have solid reasons for preferring to 
men. But never should I have thought of doing 
what Morhange did then. I teli you that our water 
skins were almost dry, and that our own camels, 
without which one is lost in the empty desert, had not 
been watered for many bours. Morhange made bis 
kneel, uncocked a skin, and made the little ass drink. 
I certainly felt gratification at seeing the poor bare 
flanks of the miserable beast pant with satisf action. 
But the responsibility was mine. Also I had seen Bou- 
Djema's aghast expression, and the disapprovai of 
the thirsty members of the caravan. I remarked on 
it. How it was received I "What have I given," re- 
plied Morhange, "was my own. We will reach El- 
Biodh to-morrow evening, about six o'dock. Between 
here and there I know that I shall not be thirsty.'* 
And that in a tone, in which for the first time he 
allowed the authority of a Captain to speak. "That 
is easy to say,** I thought, ill-humoredly. "He knows 
that when he wants them, my water-skin, and Bou- 
Djema's, are at bis service." But I did not yet know 


Morhange vcry well, and it is truc that until the 
evening of the next day when we reached El-Biodh, 
refusing our offers with smiling determinatìon, he 
drank nothing. 

Shades of St. Francis of Assisi I Umbrian hills, 
so pure under the rising sun I It was in the light of 
a like sunrise, by the border of a pale stream leaping 
in full cascades from a crescent-shaped niche of the 
gray rocks of Egere, that Morhange stopped. The 
unlooked for waters rolled upon the sand, and we 
saw, in the light which mirrored them, little 
black fish. Fish in the middle of the Sahara! 
AH three of us were mute before this para- 
dox of Nature. One of them had strayed into a 
little channel of sand. He had to stay there, strug- 
gling in vain, bis little white belly exposed to the 
air. . . . Morhange picked him up, looked at him 
for a moment, and put him back into the little 
stream. Shades of St. Francis. Umbrian hills. • • • 
But I bave sworn not to break the thread of the 
story by these untimely digressions* 

"You see," Captain Morhange said to me a week 
later, "that I was right in advising you to go farther 
south before making for Shikh-Salah. Something 
told me that this highland of Egere was not interest- 
ing from your point of view. While bere you bave 
only to stoop to pick up pebbles which wiU allow 
you to establish the volcanic origin of this region 


mudb more certalnly than Bou-Derba» des Cloizeaux, 
and Doctor Marrés bave done/* 

This was whilc we were foUowing the western 
pass of the Tidifest Mountains, about the 25th de- 
gree of northern latitude. 

"I should indeed be ungrateful not to thank you/* 
I said 

I shall always remember that instant. We had 
Icft our camels and were collecting f ragments of the 
most characteristic rocks. Morhange. employed him- 
self with a discemment which spoke worlds for bis 
knowledge of geology, a sdente he had often pro- 
fessed complete ignorante of . 

Then I asked him the f oUowing question : 

"May I prove my gratitude by making you a con- 

He raised bis head and looked at me. 

"Well then, I don't see the practical value of this 
trip you bave undertaken/' 

He smiled 

"Why not? To explore the old caravan route, 
to demonstrate that a connection has existed from 
the most ancient times between the Mediterranean 
world, and the country of the Blacks, that seems 
nothing in your eyes ? The hope of settling once for 
ali the secular disputes which bave divided so many 
keen minds; d'Anville, Heeren, Berlioux, Quatre- 
mere on the one band,-— on the other Gosselin, 
Waldcenaer, Tissit, Vivicn, de saint-Martin ; you 


think that that Is devoid of Interest? A plague upon 
you for being hard to pleasc." 

"I spoke of practical value," I said. "You won*t 
deny that this coritroversy is only the affair of cabi- 
net geographers and office explorers." 

Morhange kept on smiling. 

"Dear friend, don't wìther me. Deign to recali 
that your mission was confided to you by the Min- 
istry of War, while I hold mine on behalf of the 
Ministry of Public Instruction. A different oripn 
justifies our different aims. It certainly explains, I 
readily concede that to you, why what I am in search 
of has no practical value." 

"You are also authorized by the Ministry of Com- 
mercej" I replied, playing my next card. "By this 
chief you are instructed to study the possibility of 
restoring the old trade route of the ninth century. 
But on this point don't attempt to mi^lead me ; with 
your knowledge of the history and geography of the 
Sahara, your mind must bave been made up before 
you left Paris. The road from Djerid to the Niger 
is dead, stone dead. You knew that no important 
traffic would pass by this route before you undertook 
to study the possibility of restoring it." 

Morhange looked me full in the face. 

"And if that should be so,'' he said with the most 
charming attitude, "if I had before leaving the con- 
viction you say, what do you conclude from thatl?* 

"I should pref er to bave you teli me.'* 


*^Simply, my dear boy, that I had less skìU than 
you in finding the pretext for my voyagc, that I fur- 
nished less good reasons for the true motìves that 
brought me bere." 

"A pretext? I don't scc . . ." 

*'Be sincere in your tum, if you please. I am sure 
that you bave the greatest desire to inform the 
Arabian OfSce about the practices of the Senouissis. 
But admit that the information that you will obtain 
is not the sole and innermost aim of your excursion. 
You are a geologist, my friend. You bave found 
a chance to gratify your taste in tbis trip. No one 
would tbink of blaming you because you bave known 
how to reconcile what is useful to your country and 
agreeable to yourself. But, for the love of God, 
don*t deny it; ì need no otber proof than your pres- 
ence bere on this side of the Tidifest, a very curi- 
ous place from a mineralogical point of view, but 
some bundred and fifty kilometers soutb of your 
officiai route." 

It was not possible to bave countered me with a 
better grace. I parried by attacking. 

*'Am I to conclude from ali this that I do not know 
the real aims of your trip, and that they bave notb- 
ing to do with the officiai motives?'' 

I had gone a bit too far. I felt it from the seri- 
ousness with which Morbange's reply was delivered. 

"No, my dear friend, you must not conclude just 
diat. I should bave no taste for a lie which was 


based on fraud towards the estimable constitutional 
bodies which bave judged me worthy of their con- 
fidence and their support. The cnds that they bave 
assigned to me I shall do my best to attain. But 
I bave no reason for hiding f rom you that there is 
another, quite personal, which is far nearer to my 
beart. Let us say, if you will, to use a terminology 
that is otherwise deplorable, that this is the end while 
the others are the means." 

"Would there be any indiscretion ? . . ." 

"None," replied my companion. "Shikb-Salah is 
only a few days distant He whose first steps you 
bave guided with such solidtude in the desert sbould 
bave notbing hidden from you." 

Wc had halted in the valley of a little dry wcU 
wberc a few sickly plants were growing. A spring 
near by was circled by a crown of gray verdure. 
The camels had been unsaddled for the night, and 
were seeking vainly, at every stride, to nibble the 
spiny tufts of had. The black and polished sides of 
the Tidifest Mountains rose, almost vcrtically, 
^bove our heads. Already the blue smoke of the fire 
on which Bou-Djema was cooking dinner rose 
through the motionless air. 

Not a sound, not a breath. The smoke mounted 
straight, straight and slowly up the pale steps of the 

"Have you ever beard of the Atlas^ of Christi- 
anityf^^ asked Morbange. 


*'I think so. Isn't ìt a geographical work pub- 
lislied by the Benedictines under the direction of a 
certain Dom Granger?" 

"Your memory is corrcct," said Morhange. 
"Even so let me explain a little more fuUy some of 
the things you bave not had as much reason as I 
to interest yourself in. The Atlas of ChrisHanity 
proposes to establish the boundaries of that great 
tìde of Christianity through ali the ages, and for ali 
parts of the globe. An undertaking worthy of the 
Benedictine learning, worthy of sudi a prodigy of 
erudition as Dom Granger himself." 

^'And it is these boundaries that you bave corno to 
determine bere, no doubt," I murmured. 

"Just so," replied my companion. 

He was silent, and I respected his silence, pre- 
pared by now to be astonished at nothing. 

"It is not possible to gìve confidences by halves, 
without being ridiculous," he continued after several 
minutes of meditation, speaking gravely, in a voice 
which held no suggestion of that flashing humor 
which had a month before enchanted the young oflS- 
cers at Wargla. "I bave begun on mine. I will 
teli you everything. Trust my discretion, however, 
and do not insist upon certain events of my private 
life. If, four years ago, at the dose of these events, 
I resolved to enter a monastery, it does not concern 
you to know my reasons. I can marvel at it myself, 
that the passage in my life of a being absolutely de- 


void of interest should have sufficed to change the 
current of that life. I can marvcl that a creature 
whose sole merit was her beauty should have beeti 
permitted by the Creator to swing my destiny to such 
an unforeseen direction. The monastery at whose 
doors I knocked had the most valid reasons for 
doubting the stability of my vocation. What the 
world loses in such fashion it often calls back as 
readily. In short, I cannot blame the Father Abbot 
for having forbidden me to apply for my army dis- 
charge. By bis instructions, I asked for, and ob- 
tained, permission to be placed on the inactive list 
for thrce years. At the end of those three years 
of consecration it would be seen whether the world 
was definitely dead to your servant. 

"The first day of my arrivai at the doister I was 
assigned to Dom Granger, and placed by him at 
work on the Jtlas of Christianity. A brief exami- 
nation decided him as to what kind of service I was 
best fitted to render. This is how I came to enter 
the studio devoted to the cartography of Northern 
Africa. I did not know one word of Arabie, but it 
happened that in garrison at Lyon I had taken at 
the Faculté des Lettres, a course with Berlioux, — z 
very erudite geographer no doubt, but obsessed by 
one Idea, the influence the Greek and Roman civili- 
zations had cxercised oii Africa. This detail of my 
life was enough for Dom Granger. He provided me 
straightway with Berber vocabularìes by Venture, 


by Delaporte, by Brosselard ; with the Grammatìcal 
Sketch of the Temahaq by Stanley Flecman, and 
the Essai de Grammaire de la langue Temachek 
by Major Hanoteau. At the end of three months 
I was able to decipher any Inscriptions in Tlfinar. 
You know that Tifinar is the national writing of the 
Tuareg, the expression of this Terachek language 
which seems to us the most curious protest 
of the Targai race against its Mohammedan 

"Dom Granger, in fact, believed that the Tuareg 
are Christians, dating from a period which it was 
necessary to ascertain, but which coincided no doubt 
with the splendor of the church of Hippon. Even 
better than I, you know that the cross is with them 
the symbol of fate in decoration. Duveyrier has 
daimed that it figures in their alphabet, on their 
arms, among the designs of their clothes. The only 
tattooing that they wear on the f orehead, on the back 
of the band, is a cross with four equal branches; 
the pummels of their saddles, the handles of their 
sabres, of their poignards, are cross-shaped. And 
is it necessary to remind you that, although Islam 
forbids bells as a sign of Christianity, the hamess 
of Tuareg camels are trimmed with bells ? • 

"Neither Dom Granger nor I attach an exagger- 
ated Importance to such proofs, which resemble too 
much those which make such a display in the Genius 
of Christianity. But it is indeed impossible to refuse 


ali credence to certain theological arguments. Ama* 
nai, the God of the Tuareg, unquestionably the 
Adonai of the Bible, is unique. They have a hell, 
*Timsi-tan-elekhaft,' the last fire, where reigns Iblis, 
our Lucifer. Their Paradise, where they are re- 
warded for good deeds, is inhabited by 'andjelou- 
sen,' our angels. And do not urge the resemblance 
of this theology to the Koran, for I will meet you 
with historic arguments and remind you that the 
Tuareg have struggled ali through the ages at the 
cost of partial extermination, to maintain their faith 
against the encroachments of Mohammedan fanati- 

"Many tlmes I have studied with Dom Granger 
that formidable epodi when the aborigines opposed 
the conquering Arabs. With him I have seen how 
the army of Sidi-Okba, one of the companions of the 
Prophet, invaded this desert to reduce the Tuareg 
tribes and impose on them Musselman rules. These 
tribes were then rich and prosperous. They were 
the Ihbggaren, the Imededren, the Ouadelen, the 
Kel-Gueress, the Kel-Air. But internai quarrels 
sapped their strength. Stili, it was not until after a 
long and cruel war that the Arabians succeeded in 
getting possession of the capital of the Berbers, 
which had proved such a redoubtable stronghold. 
They destroyed it after they had massacred the in- 
habitants. On the ruins Okba constructed a new 
city. This city is Es-Souk. The one that Sidi-Okba 


destroyed was the Berber Tadmekka. What Dom 
Granger asked of me was precisely that I should try 
to exhume from the ruins of the Musselman Es-Souk 
the ruins of Tadmekka, which was Berber, and per- 
haps Christian. 

"I understand," I murmured. 

"So far, so good," said Morhange. "But what 
yoa must grasp now is the practical sense of these re- 
ligious men, my masters. You remember that, even 
after three years of monastic life, they preserved 
thcir doubts as to the stability of my vocation. They 
found at the same time means of tèsting it once for 
ali, and of adapting ofEcial f acilities to their particu- 
lar purposes. One morning I was called before the 
Father Abbot, and this is what he said to me, in the 
presente of Dom Granger, who expressed silent ap- 

" *Your term of inactive service expires in fifteen 
days. You will return to Paris, and apply at the 
Ministry to be reinstated. With what you bave 
leamed bere, and the relationships we bave been 
able to maintain at Headquarters, you will bave no 
difficulty. in being attached to the Geographical Staff 
of the army. When you reach the rue de Grenelle 
you will receive our instructions.' 

"I was astonished at their confidence in my knowl- 
edge. When I was reestablished as Captain again 
in the Geographical Service I understood. At the 
monastery, the daily association with Dom Granger 


and his pupils hajd kept me constandy con- 
vinced of the inferiority of my knowledge. When 
I carne in contact with my military brethren I real- 
ized the superiorìty of the instruction I had received. 
I did not have to concem myself with the détails of 
my mission. The Ministries invited me to under- 
take it. My initiative asserted itself on only one oc- 
casion. When I learned that you were going to 
leave Wargla on the present expeditlon, having 
reason to distrust my practical qualificàtions as an 
explorer, I did my best to retard your departure, 
so that I might join you. I hope that you have for- 
pven me by now." 

The light in the west was fading, where the sun 
had already sunk into a matchless luxury of violet 
draperies. We were alone in this immensity, at the 
f eet of the ri^d black rocks. Nothing but ourselves. 
Nothing, nothing but ourselves. 

I held out my band to Morhange, and he pressed 
it Then he said : 

"If they stili seem infinitely long to me, the several 
thousand kilometers which separate me from the in- 
stant when, my task accomplished, I shall at last 
find oblivion in the doister for the things for whichl 
I was not made, let me teli you this; — ^the several 
hundred kilometers which stili separate us from 
Shikh-Salah seem to me infinitely short to traverse 
in your company." 



On the pale water of the little pool, motìonless and 
fixed like a Silver nail, a star had just been bom. 

^'Shikh-Salah/' I miirmured, my heart full of an 
indefinable sadness. 'Tatience, we are not there 

In truth, we never wcre to bc there. 




WiTH a blow of the tip of his cane Morhangc 
knocked a fragment of rock from the black flank of 
the mountain. 

"What is it?" he asked, holding it out to me. 

"A basaltic perìdot," I said. 

"It can't be vcry interesting, you barely glanced 
at it." 

"It is vcry interesting, on the contrary. But, for 
the moment, I admit that I am otherwisc preoccu- 


"Look this way a bit," I said, showing towards 
the west, on the horizon, a black spot across the 
white plain. 

It was six o'clock in the moming. The sun had 

rìsen. But it could not be found in the surprìsingly 

polished air. And not a breath of air, not a breatL 

Suddenly one of the camels called. An enormous 

antelope had just come in sight, and had stopped in 

its flight, terrified, facing the wall of rock. It stayed 

there at a little distance from us, dazed, trembling 

on its slender legs. 



Bou-Djema had rejoined us. 

"When the legs of the mohor tremble it is because 
the firmament is shaken/' he muttered. 


"Yes, a storm." 

"And you find that alarming?'* 

I did not answer immediately. I was exchanging 
several brief words with Bou-Djema, who was oc- 
cupied in soothing the camels which were giving 
signs of being restive. 

Morhange repeated bis quesrion. I shrugged my 

"Alarming? I don't know. I bave never seen a 
storni on the Hoggar. But I distrust it. And the 
signs are that this is going to be a big one. See there 

A slight dust had rìsen before the cliff. In the 
stili air a few grains of sand had begun to whirl 
roujnd and round, with a speed which increased to 
dizziness, giving us in advance the spectade in minia- 
ture of what would soon be breaking upon us. 

With harsh cries a flock of wild geese appeared, 
iying low. They carne out of the west. 

"They are fleeing towards the Sebkha d'Amang- 
hor," said Bou-Djema. 

There could be no greater mistake, I thought. 

Morhange looked at me curiously. 

"What must we do ?" he asked. 

"Mount our camels immediately, before they are 


completely demoralized, and hurry to find shelter 
in some high places. Take account of our situation. 
It is easy to f oUow the bed of a stream. But with- 
in a quarter of an hour perhaps the storni wiU 
have burst. Within a half hour a perfect torrent 
wiU be rushing bere. On this soil, which is almost 
impermeable, rain will roU lìkt a pail of water 
thrown on a bituminous pavement. No depth, ali 
height. Look at this." 

And I showed him, a dozen meters high, long 
hoUow gouges, marks of former erosians on the 
rocky walL 

*'In an hour the waters will reach that height. 
Those are the marks of the last inundation. Let us 
get started. There is not an instant to lose." 

"Ali right," Morhange replied tranquilly. 

We had the greatest difficulty to make the camels 
kneel. When we had thrown ourselves into the sad- 
dle they started off at a pace which their terror ren- 
dered more and more disorderly. 

Of a sudden the wind began, a formidable wind, 
and almost at the same time the light was edipsed 
in the ravine. Above our heads the sky had become, 
in the flash of an eye, darker than the walls of the 
canyon which we were descending at a breathless 

"A path, a stairway in the wall," I screamed 
against the mnd to my companions. "If we don*t 
find one in a minute we are lost." 


They did not bear me, but, tuming in my saddle, 
I saw tbat tbey bad lost no distance, Morhange fol- 
lowing me, and Bou-Djema in tbc rcar driving tbc 
two baggage camels masterfuUy before bim. 

A blinding streak of ligbtning rent the obscurity. 
A pcal of tbunder, re-ecboed to infinity by the rocky 
Wall, rang out, and immediately great tepid drops 
began to fall. In an instant, our burnouses, which 
faad been blown out behind by the speed with which 
we were traveling, were stuck tight to our streaming 

"Savedl'' I exdaimed suddenly. 

Abruptly on our rìght a creiace opened in the 
midst of the wall. It was the almost perpendicular 
bed of a stream, an affluent of the one we had had 
the unfortunate idea of following that morning. Al* 
ready a verìtable torrent was gushing over it with 
a fine uproar. 

I bave never better appreciated the incomparable 
surefootedness of camels in the most precipitate 
places. Bracing themselves, stretching out their 
great legs, balancing themselves among the rocks 
that were beginning to be swept loose, our camels 
accomplished at that moment what the mules of the 
Pyrannees might bave f ailed in. 

After several moments of superhuman effort we 
found purselves at last out of danger, on a kind of 
basaldc terrace, elevated some fìfty meters above the 
channel of thè stream we had just left. Luck was 


with US; a little grotto opened out behind. Bou- 
Djema succeeded in sheltering the camels there. 
From its threshold we had leisure to contemplate in 
silence the prodigious spectacle spread out before 


You bave, I believe, been at the Camp of Chalons 
for artillery drills. You bave seen when the shell 
bursts how the chalky soil of the Marne effervesces 
like the inkwells at school, when we used to throw 
a piece of calcium carbonate into them: Well, it was 
almost like that, but in the midst of the desert, in 
the midst of obscurity. The white waters rushed 
into the depths of the black bole, and rose and rose 
towards the pedestal on which we stood. And there 
was the uninterrupted noise of thunder, and stili 
louder, the sound of whole walls of rock, under- 
mined by the flood, coUapsing in a heap and dissolv- 
ing in a few seconds of time tu the midst of the ris- 
ing water. 

Ali the time that this deluge lasted, one hour, per- 
haps two, Morhange and I stayed bending over this 
fantastic foaming vat; anxious to see, to see every- 
thing, to see in spite of everything; rejoicing with a 
kind of ineffable horror when we felt the shelf of 
basalt on which we had taken refuge swa]ring be- 
neath us from the battering impact of the water. I 
believe that never for an instant did we think, so 
beautiful it was, of wishing for the end of that g^* 
gantic nightmare. 


Finally a ray of the sun shone through. Only 
then did we look at each other. 

Morhange held out his band. 

"Thank you," he said simply. 

And he added with a smile : 

"Te be drowned in the very middle of the Sahara 
would bave been pretentious and ridiculous. You 
bave saved us, thanks to your power of decislon, 
from this very paradoxical end." 

Ab, that be bad been thrown by a misstep of his 
carnei and roUed to bis deatb in the midst of the 
flood 1 Then what f oUowed would never bave bap- 
pened That is the thought that comes to me in 
bours of weakness. But I bave told you that I pulì 
myself out of it quickly. No, no, I do not 
regret it, I cannot regret it, that what bappened did 

Morhange left me to go into the little grotto, 
whcre Bou-Djema's camels were now resting com- 
fortably. I stayed alone, watcbing the torrent wbich 
was continuously rising with the impetuous inrusb of 
its unbridled tributaries. It bad stopped raining. 
The sun sbone from a sky that bad renewed its blue- 
ness. I could feel the clotbes that bad a moment 
before been drencbing, drying upon me incredibly 

A band was placed on my shoulder. Morhange 
was again beside me. 


"Come hcre;" he said. 

Somewhat surprised, I followed him. We went 
into the grotto. 

The openingy which was big enough to admit the 
catnels, made it fairly light. Morhange led me up 
to the smooth face of rock opposite. "Look,'' he 
said, with unconcealed Joy. 

"What of it?" 


"I see that there are several Tuareg inscriptions,'' 
I answered, with some disappointment. "But I 
thought I had told you that I read Tifinar wrìtìng 
very badly. Are these writings more intetestìng 
than the others we have come upon bef ore ?" 

"Look at this one," said Morhange. There was 
such an accent of triumph in his tonethat this time I 
concentrated my attentìon. 

I looked again. 

The characters of the inscrìption were arranged 
in the form of a cross. It plays such an important 
part in this adventure that I cannot* forego retrac- 
ing it for you. 




It was designed with great regularìty» and the 
diaracters were cut deep into the rock. Although 
I knew so little of rock inscriptions at that time I 
had no difficulty in recognizing the antiquity of this 

Morhange became more and more radiant as he 
regarded it. 

I looked at him questioningly. 

**Well, what have you to say now?" he asked. 

"What do you want me to say? I teli you that 
I can barely read Tifinar." 

^'Shall I help you?'' he suggested. 

This course in Berber writing, after the emotions 
tfarough which we had just passed, seemed to me a 
little inopportune. But Morhange was so visibly 
delighted that I could not dash bis joy. 

"Very well then," began my companion, as much 
at his ease as if he had been before a blackboard, 
"what will strike you first about this inscription is 
its repetition in the form of a cross. That is to say 
that it contains the sàme word twice, top to bottom, 
and right to left The word which it composes has 
seven letters so the fourth letter, ^ , comes natur- 
ally in the middle. This arrangement which is unique 
in Tifinar writing, is already remarkable enough. 
But there is better stili. Now we will read it." 

Getting it wrong three times out of seven I finally 
succeeded, with Morhange's help, in spelling the 


"Have you got it?" asked Morhange whcn I had 
finished my task. 

"Less than ever," I answercd, a litdc put out; 
"a, n, t, i, n, h, a, — ^Antinha, I don't know that word, 
or anything like it, in ali the Saharan dialects I ain<^ 
famillar with." 

Morhange rubbed his hands together. His satis- 
f action was without bounds. 

**You bave said it. That is why the discovery is 


"There is really nothing, eithcr in Berbcr or in 
Arabian, analogous to this word." 


"Then, my dear friend, wc are in the presence of 
a foreign word, translated into Tifinar." 

"And this word belongs, according to your theory, 
to what language ? 

"You must realize that the letter e does not exist 
in the Tifinar alphabet. It has bere been replaced 
by the phonetic sign which is nearest to it, — ^h. Re- 
store e to the place which belongs to it in the word, 
and you bave " 


" 'Antinea,' precisely. We find ourselves before a 
Greek vocable reproduced in Tifinar. And I think 
that now you will agree with me that my find has a 
certain interest." 

That day we had no more conferences upon 


texts. A loud cry, anguished, terrifying, rang out. 

We rushed out to find a strange spectade await- 

Although the sky had cleared again, the torrent of 
yellow water was stili foaming and no one could pre- 
dict when it would fall. In mid-stream, struggling 
desperately in the current, was an extraordinary 
mass, gray and soft and swaying. 

But what at the first glance overwhclmed us with 
astonishment was to see Bou-Djema, usually so cairn, 
at this moment apparently beside himself with 
frenzy, bounding through the guUies and over 
the rocks of the ledge, in full pursuit of the ship- 

Of a sudden I seized Morhange by the arm. The 
grayish thing was alive. A piti fui long neck emerged 
from it with the heartrending cry of a beast in de- 

"The fool," I cried, "he has let one of our beasts 
get loose, and the stream is carrying it away 1" 

"You are mistaken," said Morhange. "Our 
camels are ali in the cave. The one Bpu-Djema is 
running after is not ours. And the cry of anguish 
we just heard, that was not Bou-Djema either. Bou- 
Djema is a brave Chaamba who has at this 
moment only one idea, to appropriate the intes- 
tate capital represented by this camel in the 

"Who gave that cry, then?'* 


"Lct US try, if you like, to explorc up thi» stream 
that our guide Is descending at such a rate.'* 

And without waiting for my answer he had ai- 
ready set out through the recently washed gullies of 
the rocky bank. 

At that moment It can be truly said that Mor- 
hange went to meet his destiny. 

I f oUowed him. We had the greatest difficulty in 
proceeding two or three hundred meters. Finally we 
saw at our f eet a little rushing brook where the water 
was falling a trifle. 

"See there?'Vsaid Morhange. 

A blackish bundle was balancìng on the waves et 
the creek. 

When we had come up even with ìt we saw that 
it was a man in the long dark blue robes of the 

"Give me your band," said Morhange, "and brace 
yourself against a rock, hard." 

He was very, very strong. In an instant, as if it 
were child's play, he had brought the body ashore. 

"He is stili alive," he pronounced with satisfac- 
tion. "Now it is a question of getting him to the 
grotto. This is no place to resuscitate a drowned 


He raised the body in his powerful arms. 
"It is astonishing how little he weighs for a man 
of his height." 

By the time we had retraced the way to the grotto 


the man's cotton dothes were almost dry. But the 
dye had run pienti fuUy, and it was an indigo man 
that Morhange was trying to recali to life. 

When I had made him swallow a quart of rum 
he opened his eyes, looked at the two of us with 
surprise, then, closing them again, murmured almost 
unintelligìbly a phrase, the sense of which we did 
not get until some days later : 

^'Can it he that I ha ve reached the end of my 

'^What mission is he talking about?" I said. 

"Let him recover himself completely/* responded 
Morhange. "You had better open some preserved 
food. With fellows of this build you don't bave to 
observe the precautions prescribed for drowned 

It was indeed a species of g^ant, whose life we 
had just saved. His face, although very thin, was 
regular, almost beautiful. He had a clear skin and 
little beard. His hair, already white, showed him 
to be a man of sixty years. 

When I placed a tln of comed-beef before him a 
ligfat of voracious Joy came into his eyes. The tin 
contained an allowance for four persons. It was 
empty in a flash. 

"Behold," said Morhange, "a robust appetite. 
Now we can put our questions \nthout scruple." 

Already the Targa had placed over his forehead 
and face the blue veil prescribed by the rìtual. He 


must have been completely f amished not to bave per- 
formed tbis indlspensable formality sooner. Tbere 
was notbing visible now but tbe eyes, watching us 
witb a llgbt tbat grew steadily more sombre. 

"Frencb officers,'* be murmured at last. 

And be took Morbange's band, and baving placed 
it against bis breast, carried it to bis lips. 

Suddenly an expression of anxiety passed over bis 

"And my mebari ?" be asked. 

I explained tbat our guide was tfaen employed in 
trying to save bis beast. He in turn told us bow it 
bad stumbled, and f alien into tbe current, and he 
bimself, in trying to save it, bad been knocked over. 
His forebead bad struck a rock. He bad cried out. 
After tbat be remembered notbing more. 

"Wbat is your name?'* I asked. 


"Wbat tribe do you belong to?*' 

"Tbe tribe of Kel-Tabat." 

"Tbe Kel-Tabats are tbe serfs of tbe tribe of 
Kel-Rbela, tbe great nobles of Hoggar?" 

"Yes/* be answered, casting a side glance in my 
direction. It seemed tbat sucb precise questions on 
tbe affairs of Abygar were not to bis liking. 

"Tbe Kel-Tabats, if I am not mistaken, are es- 
tablisbed on tbe soutbwest flank of Atakor.^ What 

^Another name, in the Temahaq language, for Ahaggar. 
(Note by M. Leroux.) 


wcre you doing, so far from your home tcrrltory 
Mrhen we savcd your llf e ?" 

**I was going, by way of Tlt, to In-Saleh," he said. 

"What were you going to do at In-Saleh?" 

He was about to reply. But suddenly we saw him 
tremble, His eyes were fixed on a point of the cav- 
cm. We looked to see what ìt was. He had just 
seen the rock inscription which had so delighted 
Morhange an hour before. 

"Do you know that?" Morhange asked him with 
keen curiosity. 

The Targa did not speak a word but his eyes had 
a strange light 

"Do you know that?" insisted Morhange, 

And he added : 


"Antinea," repeated the man. 

And he was silent. 

"Why don't you answer the Captain?" I called 
cut, \nth a strange feeling of rage sweeping over 

The Targui looked at me. I thought that he was 
going to speak. But his eyes became suddenly hard. 
Under the lustrous veil I saw his features stiffening. 

Morhange and I turned around. 

On the threshold of the cavem, breathless, dis- 
comfited, harassed by an hour of vain pursuit^ Bou- 
Djema had returncd to us. 



As Eg-Anteouen and Bou-Djema carne face to 
face, I fancied that both the Targa and the Cham- 
baa gave a sudden start which each inunediately 
repressed. It was nothing more than a fleetìng im- 
pression. Nevertheless, it was enough to make me 
resolve that as soon as I was alone with our guide, 
I would question him closely conceming our new 

The beginning of the day had been wearìsome 
enough. We jdeclded, therefore, to spend the rest 
of it there, and even to pass the night in the cavei 
waiting till the flood had completely subsided. 

In the morning, when I was marking our day^s 
march upon the map, Morhange carne toward me. 
I noticed that bis manner was somewhat restrained. 

"In three days, we shall be at Shikh-Salah," I said 
to him. "Perhaps by the evening of the second day, 
badly as the camels go/' 

"Perhaps we shall separate before then,'* he mut- 



"How so?" 

"You sce, I havc changed my itìnerary a little. I 
bave given up the idea of going straight to Timissao. 
First I should like to make a little excursion into the 
interior of the Ahaggar range." 

I frowncd: 

"Whatisthisncw idear 

As I spoke I looked about f or Eg-Anteouen, wbom 
I bad secn in conversation witb Morhange tbe pre- 
vious evening and several mlnutes before. He was 
quietly mending one of bis sandals witb a waxed 
tbread supplied by Bou-Djema. He did not raise 
bis head. 

"It is simply," explained Morhange, less and less 
at bis ease, ^'that this man tells me there are simllar 
inscriptions in several cavems in western Ahaggar. 
Illese caves are near the road that he bas to take 
retuming home. He must pass by Tit. Now, f rom 
Ut, by way of Silet, is bardly two bundred kilo- 
meters. It is a quasi-classic route^ as short again 
as tbe one that I shall bave to take alone, after I 
leave you, from Sbikb-Salab to Timissao. That is 
in part, you see, tbe reason which bas made me de- 
ride to . . ." 

"In part? In very small part," I replied. "But 
is your mind absolutely made up?" 

^ The route and the stages from Tit to Timissao were actually 
plotted cut, as early as 1888, hy Captain Bissuel. Les Tuareg 
de VOuist, itinerarìes i and io. (Note hy M« Leroux.) 


"It is/' he answered me. 

"Whcn do you expect to Icave me?" 

"To-day. The road which Eg-Anteouen proposes 
to take into Ahaggar crosses this one about four 
leagues from here. I have a favor to ask of you in 
this connection." 

"Please teli me." 

**It is to let me take one of the two baggage 
camels, since my Targa has lost bis." 

^'The camel which carries your baggage belongs 
to you as much as does your own mehari," I answered 

We stood there several minutes wìthout speaking. 
Morhange maintained an uneasy silence; I was ex- 
amining my map. AH over it in greater or less de- 
gree, but particularly towards the south, the unex- 
plored portions of Ahaggar stood out as far too 
numerous white patches in the tan area of supposed 

I finally said: 

"You give me your word that when you have seen 
these famous grottos, you will make straight for 
Timissao by Tit and Silet?" 

He looked at me uncomprehendingly. 

"Why do you ask that?" 

"i3ecause, if you promise me that, — ^provided, ot 
course, that my company is not unwelcome to you — ^ 
I will go with you. Either way, I shall have two 
hundred kilometers to go. I shall strike for Shikh- 


Salah from the south, instead of from the west — 
that is the only difference.'* 

Morhange looked at me with emotion. 

"Why do you do thìs?" he murmured. 

**My dear fellow/* I saìd (it was the first time 
that I had addressed Morhange in this familiar 
way) , "my dear f ellow, I have a sense which becomes 
marvellously acute in the desert, the sense of danger. 
I gave you a slight proof of it yesterday moming^ at 
the coming of the storni. With ali your knowledge 
of rock inscriptions, you seem to me to have no very 
exact idea of what kind of place Ahaggar is, nor what 
may be in store for you there. On that account, I 
should be just as well pleased not to let you run 
sure risks alone.*' 

''I have a guide," he said with bis adorable nai- 

Eg-Anteouen, in the same squatting position, kept 
on patching bis old slipper. 

I took a stèp toward him. 

"You beard what I saìd to the Captain?" 

**Yes," the Targa answered calmly. 

"I am going with him. We leave you at Tit, to 
which place you must brìng us. Where is the place 
you proposed to show the Captain?" 

"I did not propose to show it to him; it was bis 
own idea," said the Targa coldly. "The grottos with 
the inscriptìons are three-days' march southward in 
the mountains. At first, the road is rather rough. 


But farther on, it tums, and you gain Timissao very 
easily. Therc are good wclls whcre the Tuarcg 
Taitoqs, who are friendly to the French, come to 
water their camels." 

"And you know the road wcU?" 

He shnigged his shoulders. His eyes had a scom- 
fql smile. 

**I have taken it twenty times," he said. 

"In that case, let's get started." 

We rode for two hours. I did not exchange a 
word with Morhange. I had a dear intuition of the 
folly we were committing in risking ourselves so un- 
concernedly in that least known and most dangerous 
part of the Sahara. Every blow which had been 
struck in the last twenty years to undermine the 
French advance had come from this redoubtable 


Ahaggar. But what of it? It was of my own will 
that I had joined in this mad scheme. No need of 
going over it again. What was the use of spoiling 
my action by a continuai exhibition of disapprovai ? 
And, furthermore, I may as well admit that I rather 
liked the tum that our trip was beginning to take. 
I had, at that instant, the sensation of joumejring 
toward something incredible, toward some tremend- 
ous adventure, You do not live with impunity for 
months and years as the guest of the desert. Sooner 
or later, it has its way with you, annihilates the good 
officer, the timid executive, overthrows his solicitude 
for his respoHsibilitìes. What is there behind those 


mysterìous rocks» those dim solitudes, which have 
held at bay the most illustrious pursuers of mys- 
tery? You follow, I teli you, you follow. 

"Are you sure at least that this inscription is in- 
teresting enough to justìfy us in our undertaking^'* 
I asked Morhange. 

My companion started with pleasure. Ever since 
we began our joumey I had realìzed his fear that 
I was coming along half-heartedly. As soon as I 
offered him a chance to convince me, bis scruples 
vanished, and bis triumpb seemed assured to him. 

"Never/* he answered, in a voice that he trled 
to control, but through which the enthusiasm rang 
cut, "never bas a Greek inscrìption been found so 
far south. The f arthest points where they bave been 
reported are in the south of Algeria and Cyrene. 
But in Ahaggar I Think of it I It is true that this 
one is translated into Tifinar. But this peculiarity 
does not diminish the interest of the coincìdence : it 
increases it/^ 

"What do you take to be the meaning of this 

^^Antinea can only be a proper name," said Mor- 
hange. "To whom does it refer? I admit I don*t 
know, and if at this very moment I am marching 
toward the south, dragging you along with me, it is 
because I count on learning more about it. Its ety- 
mology ? It hasn^t one definitely, but thère are thirty 


possibilities. Bear In mind that the Tifinar alphabet 
is far from tallying with the Greek alphabet, wfaich 
increases the number of hypotheses. Shall I suggest 

"I was just about to ask you to." 

^'To begin with, there is ài/Ti and vav^ the 
tvoman who is placed apposite a vessel, an explana- 
tion which would bave been pleasing to Gaffarel and 
to my venerated master Berlioux. That would apply 
well enough to the figure-heads of ships. There is 
a technical temi that I cannot recali at this moment, 
not if you beat me a hundred times over.* 

"Then there is àvrunja, that you must relate 
to avri, and vol6^, she who holds herself before 
the vojÓ^, the vcló^ of the tempie, she tvho is 
apposite the sanctuary, therefore priestess. An in- 
terpretatìon which would enchant Girard and Renan. 

"Next we have àurivi, from ami and 
véo^, new, which can mean two things: either she 
who is the confrary of young, which is to say old; 
or she who is the enemy of novelty or the enemy of 

There is stili another sense of Wri, in ex-^ 
change for, which is capable of complicating ali the 
othei^S' I have mentioned; likewise there are four 
meanings for the verb i/eoi , which means in tum 


^It is perhaps worth noting here that Figures de Proues 
is the exact title of a very remarkable coUection of poems by 
Mme. Delarus-Mardrus. (Note by M. Leroux.) 


to gOf $0 flow, to thread or weave, to heap. Therc 
is more stili. . • . And notice, please^ that I have 
not at my disposition on the otherwise commodious 
hump of this mehari, either the great dictionary of 
Estienne or the lexicons of Passow, of Pape, or of 
Liddel-Scott. This is only to show you, my dear 
friend, that epigraphy is but a relative science, al- 
ways dependent on the discovery of a new text which 
contradicts the previous iindings, when it is not 
merely at tjie mercy of the humors of the epigraph- 
ists and their pet conceptions of the universe.^ 

"That was rather my view of it," I said. "But 
I must admit my astonishment to iind that, with such 
a sceptical opinion of the goal, you stili do not hesi- 
tate to take risks which may be quite considerable." 

Morhange smiled wanly. 

"I do not interpret, my friend; I coUect. From 
what I will take back to him, Dom Granger has the 
ability to draw conclusions which are beyond my 
slight knowledge. I was amusing myself a little. 
Pardon me." 

Just then the g^rth of one of the baggage camels, 
evidendy not well f astened, came loose. Part of the 
load slipped and fell to the ground. 

^Captain Morhange seems to have forgotten in this enumera- 
tion, in places fanciful, the etsrmology of àvOivsa, a Doric dia- 
lect form of àvOivij, from àv9oQ, a flower, and which would 
mean which is in flower. (Note by M. Leroux.) 


Eg-Anteouen descended Instantly from his beast 
and helped Bou-Djema repair the damage. 

When they had fìnished, I made my meharì walk 
beside Bou-Djema's. 

^'It will be better to resaddle the camels at the 
next stop. They will bave to climb the mountain." 

The guide looked at me with amazement. Up to 
that time I had thought it unnecessary to acquaint 
him with our new projects. But I supposed Eg- 
Anteouen would have told him. 

''Lieutenant, the road across the white plain 
to Shikh-Salah is not mountainous/' said the 

"We are not keeping to the road across the white 
plain. We are going south, by Ahaggar." 

"By Ahaggar," he murmured. "But . . ." 


"I do not know the road." 

"Eg-Anteouen is going to guide us.'* 


I watched Bou-Djema as he made this suppressed 
ejaculation. His eyes were fixed on the Targa with 
a mixture of stupor and f right. 

Eg-Anteouen's camel was a dozen yards ahead of 
US, side by side with Morhange's. The two men 
were talking. I realized that Morhange must be 
conversing wìtìi Eg-Anteouen about the famous in- 
scriptions. But we were not so far behind that they 
could not bave overheard our words. 


Again I looked at my guide. I saw that he was 


"What is it, Bou-Djema ?" I asked in a low voice, 
"Not here, Lieutenant, not here," he muttcred. 
His teeth chattcred. He added in a whisper: 
"Not here. This evening, when we stop, when he 

tums to the East to pray, when the sun goes down. 

Then, cali me to you. I will teli you. . . . But not 

here. He is talking, but he is listening. Go ahead. 

Join the Captain." 

"What next?" I murmured, pressing my camePs 

neck with my foot so as to make him overtake M or- 


It was about five o'clock when Eg-Anteouen who 
was leading the way, carne to a stop. 

"Here it is," he said, getting down trom his 

' It was a beautiful and sinister place. To our 
left a f antastic wall of granite outlined its gray ribs 
against the sky. This wall was pierced, from top 
to bottom, by a winding corridor about a thousand 
feet high and scarcely wide enough in places to allow 
three camels to walk abreast. 

"Here it is," repeated the Targa. 

To the west, straight behind us, the track that we 
were leaving unroUed like a pale ribbon. The white 
plain, die road to Shikh-Salah, the established halts, 
the well-known wells. • • • And, on the other side, 


this biade wall against the mauve sky, this dark pas- 

I looked at Morhange. 

"We had bcttcr stop here," he saìd simply. "Eg- 
Anteouen advises us to take as mudi water here as 
we can carry." 

With one accord we dedded to spend the night 
there^ before undertaking the mountain. 

There was a spring, in a dark basin, from whldi 
f eli a little cascade ; there were a few shrubs, a few 

Already the camels were browsing at the length o( 
their tethers. 

Bou-Djema arranged our camp dinner service of 
tin cups and plates on a great fiat stone. An opened 
tin of meat lay beside a piate of lettuce which he had 
just gathered from the moist earth around the 
spring. I could teli from the distracted manner in 
whidi he placed these objects upon the rode how 
deep was bis anxiety. 

As he was bending toward me to band me a piate, 
he pointed to the gloomy black corrìdor whidi we 
were about to enter. 

^'Blad-eUKhoufF* he murmured. 

"What did he say?" asked Morhange» who had 
seen the gesture. 

*'Blad'eUKhouf. This is the country of fecr. 
That is what the Arabs cali Ahaggar." 

Bou-Djema went a little distance off andsat down, 


leaving us to our dinner. Squatting on hls heels, he 
began to eat a few lettuce leaves that he had kept 
for his own meal. 

Eg-Anteouen was stili motionless. 

Suddenly the Targa rose. The sun in the west 
was no larger than a red brand. We saw Eg-An-' 
teouen approach the fountain, spread his blue bum- 
ous on the ground and kneel upon it. 

"I did not suppose that the Tuareg were so ob- 
servant of Mussulman tradition/' aald Morhange. 

"Nor I," I replied thoughtfuUy. 

But I had something to do at that moment besides 
making such speculations. 

"Bou-Djema," I called, 

At the same time, I looked at Eg-Anteouen. Ab- 
sorbed in his prayer, bowed toward the west, appar- 
ently he was paying no attention to me. As he pros- 
trated himself, I called again. 

"Bou-Djema, come with me to my mehari ; I want 
to get something out of the saddle bags.*' 

Stili kneeling, Eg-Anteouen was mumbling his 
prayer slowly, composedly. 

But Bou-Djema had not budged. 

His only response was a deep moan. 

Morhange and I leaped to our feet and ran to the 
guide. Eg-Anteouen reached him as soon as we did. 

With his eyes closed and his limbs already cold, 
the Chaamba breathed a death rattle in Morhange's 
arms. I had seized one of his hands. Eg-Anteouen 


took the othcr. Bach, in his own way, was trying 
to (Uvine, to understand. . . . 

Suddcnly Eg-Antcouen leapt to his fect. He had 
just secn the poor cmbossed bowl which the Arab 
had hcld an ìnstant before between his knccs, and 
whidi now lay overturned upon the ground. 

He picked it up, looked quickly at one after an- 
other of the leaves of lettuce remaining in ìt, and 
then gave a hoarse exclamation. 

"So," said Morhange, "it's his tum now; he is 

going to go mad." 

Watching Eg-Anteouen dosely, I saw him hasten 
without a word to the rock where our dinner was 
set, a second later, he was again beside us, hold- 
ing out the bowl of lettuce which he had not yct 

Then he took a thlck, long, pale green leaf from 
Bou-Djema's bowl and held it beside anóther leaf 
he had just taken from our bowl. 
^'Afàhlehle," was ali he said. 
I shuddered, and so did Morhange. It was the 
afahlehla, the falestez, of the Arabs of the Sahara, 
the terrible plant which had killed a part of the Flat- 
ters mission more quickly and surely than Tuareg 

Eg-Anteouen stood up. His tali silhouette was 
outlined blackly against the sky which suddenly had 
turned pale lilac. He was watching us. 

We bent again over the unfortunate guide. 



'Afahlehle/' the Targa repeated, and shook his 

Bou-Djema died in the middle of the night with- 
out having regained consciousness. 



"It is curious," said Morhange, "to see how our 
expedition, uneventful since we left Ouargla, is now 
becoming exciting." 

He said this after kneeling for a moment in 
prayer before the painfuUy dug grave in which we 
had lain the guide. 

I do not believe in God. But if anything can in- 
fluence whatever powers there may be, whether of 
good or of evil, of light or of darkness, it is the 
prayer of such a man. 

For two days we picked dbr way through a gi- 
gantic chaos of black rock in what might bave been 
the country of the moon, so barren was it. No 
sound but that of stones roUing under the feet of 
the camels and striking like gunshots at the foot of 
the precipìces. 

A strange march indeed. For the first few hours, 
I tried to pick out, by compass, the route we were 
foUowing. But my calculations were soon upset; 
doubtless a mistake due to the swaying motion of 



the cameL I put the compass back in one of my 
saddle-bags. From that time on, Eg-Anteouen was 
our master. We could only trust ourselves to him. 

He went first; Morhange foUowed him, and I 
brought up the rear. We passed at every step most 
curious specimens of volcanic rock. But I did not 
examine them. I was no longer interested in such 
things. Another kind of curiosity had taken pos- 
session of me. I had come to share Morhange's 
madness. If my còmpanion had said to me: "We 
are doing a very rash thing. Let us go back to the 
known trails," I should bave replied, "You are free 
to do as you please. But I am going on.'' 

Toward evening of the second day, we found 
ourselves at the foot of a black mountain whose 
jagged ramparts towered in profile seven thousand 
feet above our heads. It was an enormous shadowy 
fortress, like the outline of a feudal stronghold sil- 
houetted with incredible sharpness against the 
orange sky. 

There was a well, with several trees, the first 
we had seen since cutting into Ahaggar. 

A group of men were standing about it. Their 
camels, tethered dose by, were cropping a mouthful 
here and there. 

At seeing us, the men drew together, alert, on the 

Eg-Anteouen turned to us and said : 

"Eggali Tuareg." 


Wc wcnt toward them. 

They were handsome men, those Eggali, the larg- 
cst Tuareg whom I ever bave seen. Wlth unex- 
pected swiftness they drew aslde f roip the well, leav- 
ing it to US. Eg-Anteouen spoke a few words to 
them. They looked at Morhange and me with a 
curiosity bordering on fear, but at any rate, with 

I drew several little presents from my saddlebags 
and was astonished at the reserve of the chief, who 
refused them. He seemed afraid even of my 

When they had gone, I expressed my astonish- 
ment at this shyness for whìch my previous experi- 
ences with the tribes of the Sahara had not pre- 
pared me. 

"They spoke with respect, even with fear," I said 
to Eg-Anteouen. "And yet the tribe of the Eggali 
is noble. And that of the Kel-Tahats, to which you 
teli me you belong, is a slave tribe." 

A smile lighted the dark eyes of Eg-Anteouen. 

"It is true," he said. 


"I told them that we three, the Captain, you 
and I, were bound for the Mountain of the Evìl 

With a gesture, he in^cated the black mountain. 

"They are afraid. AH the Tuareg of Ahaggar 
are afraid of the Mountain of the Evil Spirits. You 


f aw how they were up and off at the very mention 
of its name/' 

"It is to the Mountain of the Evil Spìrits that 
you are taking us ?" queried Morhange. 

"Yes," replied the Targa, "that i» wherc- the in- 
scrìptions are that I told you about." 

"You did not mention that detail to us," 

"Why should I? The Tuareg are afraid of the 
ilhinen, spirits with homs and tails, covered with 
hair, who make the cattle sicken and die and cast 
spells over men, But I know well that the Chris- 
tiana are not afraid and eveh laugh at the fears of 
tìie Tuareg." 

"And you ?" I asked. "You are a Targa and you 
are not afraid of the ilhinen f^ 

Eg-Anteouen showed a little red leather bag hung 
about bis neck on a diain of white seeds. 

"I bave my amulet," he replied gravely, "blessed 
by the venerable Sidì-Moussa himself. And then I 
am with you. You saved my life. You bave de- 
sired to see the inscriptions. The will of Allah be 
done I" 

As he fìnished speaking, he squatted on bis heels, 
drew out bis long reed pipe and began to smoke 

"Ali tbis is beginning to seem very strange," said 
Morhange, coming over to me. 

"You can say that without exaggeration," I re- 
plied. "You remember as well as I the passage tn 

• • • • 

io?.. ::..:' ;àt.:lantida 

which Barth tells of his expedition to the Idinen, 
the Mountain of the Evil Spirits of the Azdjer 
Tuareg. The regìon had so evil a reputation that 
no Targa would go with him. But he got back." 

"Yes, he got back," replied my comrade, "but 
only after he had been lost. Without water or food, 
he carne so near dying of hunger and thirst that he 
had to open a vein and drink his own blood. The 
prospect is not particularly attractlve." 

I shrugged my shoulders. After ali, it was not my 
fault that we were there. 

Morhange understoòd my gesture and thought it 
necessary to make excuses. 

"I should be curious," he went on with rather 
forced gaiety, "to meet these spirits and substantiate 
the facts of Pomponius Mela who knew them and 
locates them, in fact, in the mountain of the Tuareg. 
He calls them Effipans, Blemyens, Gatnphasantes, 
Satyrs. . . . 'The Gatnphasantes/ he says, *are 
naked. Thè Blemyens bave no head: their faces 
are placed on their chests; the Satyrs bave nothing 
like men except faces. The Egtpans are made as is 
commonly described.' . . . Satyrs, Egtpans . . . 
isn't it very strange to fìnd Greek names given to 
the barbarian spirits of this regplon? Beli ève me, 
we are on a curious trail; I am sure that Antinea 
will be our key to remarkable discoveries." 

"Listen," I said, laying a finger on my lips. 

Strange sounds rose f rom about us as the evening 


advanced with great strides. A klnd of crackling, 
foUowed by long rending shrieks, echoed and re- 
echoed to Infinity in the neighboring ravines. It 
seemed to me that the wholé black mountain sud- 
denly had begun to moan. 

We looked at Eg-Anteouen. He was smoking on, 
Ttdthout twitching a muscle. 

"The ilhinen are waking up," he said sim- 


Morhange li$tened without aaying a word. 
Doubdess he understood as I did: the overheated 
rocks, the crackling of the stone, a whole series of 
physical phenomena, the example of the singing sta- 
tue of Memnon. . . • But, for ali that, diis unex- 
pected concert reacted no less painfuUy on our over- 
strained nerves. 

The last words of poor Bou-Djema carne to my 

"The country of fear," I murmured in a low 

And Morhange repeated: 

"The country of fear." 

The strange concert ceased as the first stars ap- 
peared in the sky. With deep emotion we watched 
the tiny bluish flames appear, one after another. 
At that portentous moment they seemed to span the 
distance between us, isolated, condemned, lost, and 
our brothers of higher latitudes, who at that hour 
were rushing about their poor pleasures with de- 


lirious frenzy In cities where the whiteness of elee- 
tric lamps carne on in a burst. 

Chèt'Ahadh essa hetìsenet 
Màteredjrè d'Erredjaot, 
Màtesekek d-Essekàot, 
Màtelahrlahr d^Ellerhdot, 
Ettàs djenen, baràd tìt-ennìt nhàteU 

Eg-Anteouen's voice raised«itself in slow guttural 
tones. It resounded with sad, grave majesty in the 
silence now complete. 

I touched the Targa's arni. With a movement 
of his head, he pointed to a constellation glittering 
in the fìrmament. 

"The Pleiades," I murmured to Morhange, show- 
ing him the seven pale stars, while Eg-Anteouen 
took up hÌ9 moumful song in the' same monotone: 

"The Daughters of the Night are seven: 
Màteredjrè and Erredjeàot, 
Màtesekek and Essekàot, 
Màtelahrlahr and Ellerhàt>t, 
The seventh is a boy, one of whose eyes has flown 

A sudden sickness carne over me. I seized the 
Targa^s arm as he was starting to intone his refrain 
for the third time. 


"When will we reach this cave with the inscrlp- 
tions?'' I asked brusquely. 

He looked at me and replied with his usuai cairn : 

"We are there." 

"We are there? Then why don*t you show ìt to 


"You did not ask me," he replied, not without a 
touch of insolence. 

Morhange had jumped to his feet. 

^'The cave is here?" 

"It is here," Eg-Anteouen replied slovly, rìsing 
to his feet. 

"Take us to it." 

"Morhange," I said, suddenly anxious, "night is 
falling. We will see nothing. And perhaps it is 
stili some way off." 

"It is hardly five hundred paces," Eg-Anteouen re- 
plied. "The cave is full of dead underbrush. We 
mdll set it on fìre and the Captain will see as in full 

"Come," my comrade repeated. 

"And the camels?" I hazarded. 

"They are tethered," said Eg-Anteouen, "and we 
shall not be gone long." 

He had started toward the black mountain. Mor- 
hange, trembling with excitement, foUowed. I fol- 
lowed, too, the victim of profound uneasiness. My 
pulses throbbed. "I am not afraid," I kept re- 
peating to myself. "I swear that this is not fear." 


And really it was not fear. Yet, what a strange 
dizziness I There was a mist over my eyes. My 
ears buzzed. Again I heard Eg-Anteouen's voice, 
but multiplied, immense, and at the same time, very 

"The Daughters of the Night are sevcn . . 


It seemed to me that the voice of the mountain, 
re-echoing, repeated that sinister last line to infinity : 

"And the seventh is a boy, one of whose eyes has 
flown away." 

"Here it is," said the Targa. 

A black hole in the wall opened up. Bending 
over, Eg-Anteouen entered. We foUowed him. 
The darkness closed around us. 

A yellow flame. Eg-Anteouen had struck his flint. 
He set fìre to a pile of brush near the surface. At 
first we could see nothing. The smoke blinded us. 

Eg-Anteouen stayed at one side of the opening 
of the cave. He was seated and, more inscrutible 
than ever, had begun again to blow great puffs of 
gray smoke from his pipe. 

The buming brush cast a flickering light. I caught 
a glimpse of Morhange. He seemed very pale. 
With both hands braced against the wall, he was 
working to decipher a mass of signs which I could 
scarcely distinguish. 


Nevertheless, I thought I could see his hands 

"The devll," I thought, finding ìt more and more 
difficult to co-ordinate my thoughts, "he seems to 
be as unstrung as I/' 

I heard him cali out to Eg-Anteouen in what 
seemed to me a loud voice : 

"Stand to one side. Let the air in. What a 
smoke I" 

He kept on working at the signs. 

Suddenly I heard him again, but with diiBculty. 
It seemed as if even sounds were confused in the 

"Antinea. . . . At last. . . . Antinea. But not 
cut in the rock . . . the marks traced in ochre . . . 
not ten years old, perhaps not five. . . . Ohi . . ." 

He pressed his hands to his head. Again he cried 

"It is a mystery. A tragic mystery." 

I laughed teasingly. 

"Come on, come on. Don't get excited over ìt." 

He took me by the arm and shook me. I saw his 
eyes big with terror and astonishment. 

"Are you mad?" he yelled in my face. 

"Not so loud," I replied with the same little 

He looked at me again, and sank down, over- 
come, on a rock opposite me. Eg-Anteouen was stili 
smoking placidly at the mouth of the cave. Wc 


could see the red circle of his pipe glowing in the 

^'Madman! MadmanT* repeated Morhange. 
His voice seemed to stick in his throat. 

Suddenly he bent over the brush which was givìng 
its last darts of flame, high and clear. He picked 
out a branch which had not yet caught. I saw him 
examine it carefuUy, then throw it back in the firc 
with a loud laugh. 

"Hai Hai That's good, ali right r 

He stag^ered toward Eg-Anteouen, pointing to 
the fìre. 

"It's hemp. Hasheesh, hasheesh. Oh» that's a 
good one, ali right/' 

"Yes, it's a good one," I repeated, burstìng into 

Eg-Anteouen quietly smiled approvai. The d^ng 
fire lit his inscrutable face and flickered in his ter- 
rible dark eyes. 

A moment passed. Suddenly Morhange seized 
the Targa's arm. 

"I want to smoke, too," he said, "Givc me a 
pipe." The specter gave him one. 

"Whatl A European pipe?" 

"A European pipe," I repeated, feeling gayer and 

"With an initial, *M.* As if made on purpote. 
M. . . . Captain Morhange." 

"Masson," corrected Eg-Anteouen quietly. 


"Captain Masson," I repeated in concert with 

We laughed again. 

"Ha ! Ha ! Ha I Captain Masson. . . . Colo- 
nel Flatters. • . . The well of Garama. Thcy 
killed him to take his pipe . . . that pipe. It was 
Cegheir-ben-Cheikh who killed Captain Masson.** 

"It was Cegheir-ben-Cheikh," repeated the Targa 
with imperturbable cabn. 

"Captain Masson and Colonel Flatters had left 
the convoy to look for the well," said Morhange, 

"It was then that the Tuareg attacked them," I 
finished, laughing as hard as I could. 

"A Targa of Ahaggar seized the bridle of Cap- 
tain Masson's borse," said Morhange. 

"Ccgheir-ben-Cheikh had hold of Colonel Flat- 
ters* bridle," put in Eg-Anteouen. 

"The Colonel puts his foot in the stirrup and rc- 
ccivc» a cut from Cegheir-ben-Cheikh*s saber," I 

"Captain Masson draws his revolver and lires on 
Cegheir-ben-Cheikh, shooting off three fingers of his 
left band," said Morhange. 

"But," finished Eg-Anteouen imperturbably, "but 
Ceg^eir-ben-Cheikh, with one blow of his saber, 
splits Captain Masson*s skuU." 

He gave a silent, satisfìed laugh as he spoke. The 
dying flame lit up his face. We saw the gleaming 


black stem of his pipe. He held it In his left band 
One fìnger, no, two fìngers only on that band. 
Hello I I bad not noticed tbat bef ore. 

Morbange also noticed it, for be fìnisbed witb a 
loud laugb. 

"Tben, after splitting bis skuU, you robbed bim. 
You took bis pipe from bim. Bravo, Cegbeir-ben- 

Cegbeir-ben-Cbeikb does not reply, but I can see 
now satisfìed witb bimself be is. He keeps on smok- 
ing. I can bardly see bis features now. Tbe fife- 
ligbt pales, dies. I bave never laugbed so mucb as 
tbis evening. I am sure Morbange never bas, eitber. 
Perbaps be will forget tbe cloister. And ali because 
Cegbeir-ben-Cbeikb stole Captain Masson^s pipe. . . . 

Again tbat accursed song. "Tbe seventb is a boy, ^ 
one of wbose eyes bas flown away.*' One cannot 
imagine more senseless words. It is very strange, 
really : tbere seem to be f our of us in tbis cave now. 
Four, I say, five, six, seven, eigbt. . . . Make your- 
selves at bome, my friends. Wbatl tbere are no 
more of you? . . . I am going to fìnd out at last 
bow tbe spirits of tbis region are made, tbe Gam- 
phasantes, tbe Blemyens. • • « Morbange says that 
tbe Blemyens bave tbeif faces on tbe middle of tbeir 
cbests. Surely tbis one wbo is seizing me in bis arms 
is not a Blemyenf Now be is carrying me outside. 
And Morbange • • . I do not want tbem to forget 
Morbange. • • • 


Thcy did not f orget him ; I sec him perched on a 
carnei in front of that one to which I am fastened. 
They did well to fasten me, for otherwise I surely 
would tumble off. These spirits certainly are not 
bad f ellows. But what a long way it is I I want to 
stretch out. To sleep. A while ago wc surely were 
following a long passage, then we were in the open 
air. Now we are again in an endless stifling corri- 
dor. Here are the stars again. • • • Is this ridicu- 
lous course going to keep on? . . . 

Hello, lights I Stars, perhaps. No, lights, I say. 
A stairway, on my word; of rocks, to be surc, but 
stili, a stairway. How can the camels ... ? But 
it is no longer a carnei; this is a man carrying me. 
A man dressed in white, not a Gamphasante nor a 
Blemyen. Morhange must be giving himself airs 
with bis historical reasoning, ali false, I repeat, ali 
false. Good Morhange. Provided that bis Gam» 
phasante does not let him fall on this unending stair- 
way. ^ Something glitters on the ceiling. Yes, it is a 
lamp, a copper lamp, as at Tunis, at Barbouchy's. 
Good, here again you cannot see anything. But I 
am making a fool of myself ; I am lying down; now 
I can go to sleep. What a sUly day I . • . Gentle- 
men, I assure you that it is unnecessary to bind me : 
I do not want to go down on the boulevards. 

Darkness again. Steps of someone going away. 

But only for a moment. Someone is talking beside 


me. What are they sayìng? . . . No^ it is impos- 
sible. That metallic ring, that voice; Do you know 
what it is calling, that voice, do you know what it is 
calling in the tones of someone used to the phrase ? 
Well, it is calling: 

"Play your cards, gentlemen, play your cards. 
There are ten thousand louis in the bank. Play your 
cards, gentlemen." 

In the name of God, am I or am I not at Ahaggar ? 



It was broad daylight when I opened my cyes, I 
tfaought at once of Morhange. I could not see him, 
but I heard him, dose by, g^ving little grunts of sur- 

I called to him. He ran to me. 

"Then they didn't tic you up?" 1 asked. 

"I bcg your pardon. They did. But they did it 
badly ; I managed to get free." 

"You might bave untied me, too," I remarked 

" What good would it bave done ? I should only 
bave waked you up. And I thought that your first 
word would be to cali me. There, that's done." 

I reeled as I tried to stand on my feet 

Morhange smiled. 

**Wc might bave spcnt the whole night smoking 

and drinking and not been in a worse state," he said. 

"Anybow, that Eg-Anteouen with bis basbeesh is a 

fine rascal." 

"Cegbeir-ben-Cheikh," I corrected. 



I rubbed my hand over my forehead. 


"My dear boy," Morhange replied, "since I awak- 
ened from the extraordinary nightmare whicii is 
mixed up with the smoky cave and the lamp-lit stair- 
way of the Arabian Nights, I bave been going from 
surprlse to surprise, from confusion to confusion. 
Just look around you." 

I rubbed my eyes and stared. Then I seized my 
friend's hand. 

"Morhange," I begged, "teli me if we are stili 

Wc werc in a round room, perhaps fifty feet in 
diameter, and of about the same helght, llghted 
by a great ^rindow opening ori a sky of intense 

Swallows flew back and forth, outside, giving 
quick, joyous cries. 

The floor, the incurving walls and the ceiling were 
of a kind of veined marble like porphyry, panelled 
with a stringe metal, paler than gold, darker than 
Silver, clouded just then by the early morning mist 
that carne in through the window in great puffs. 

I staggered toward this window, drawn by the 
freshness of the breeze and the sunlight which was 
chasing away my dreams, and I leaned my elbows 
on the balustrade. 

I could not restrain a cry of delight. 

I was standing on a kind of balcony, cut into the 


flank of a mountain, overhanging an abyss. Above 
me, blue sky; below appeared a veritable earthly 
paradise hemmed in on ali sides by mountains that 
formed a continuous and impassable wall about it. 
A garden lay spread out down there. The palm 
trees gently swayed their great f ronds. At their f eet 
was a tangle of the smallér trees which grow in an 
oasis under their protection: almonds, lemons, 
oranges, and many others which I could not dis- 
tinguish f rom that height. A broad blue stream, fed 
by a waterfall, emptied into a charming lake, the 
waters of which had the marvellous transparency 
which Comes in high altitudes. Great birds flew in 
cirdes over this green hoUow; I could see in the 
lake the red flash of a flamingo. 

The peaks of the mountains which towered on ali 
sides were completely covered with snow. 

The blue stream, the green palms, the golden 
fruit, and above it ali, the miraculous snow, ali this 
bathed in that limpid air, gave such an impression 
of beauty, of purity, that my poor human strength 
could no longer stand the sight of it. I laid my fore- 
head on the balustrade, which, too, was covered 
with that heavenly snow, and began to cry like a 

Morhange was behaving like another child. But 
he had awakened before I had, and doubtless had 
had time to grasp, one by one^ ali these details whose 
fantastic ensemble staggered me. 


He laid bis band on my sboulder and gently puUed 
me back into the room. 

"You baven't seen anytbing yet,'* he said. "Look I 


^'Well, old man, wbat do you want me to do about 
it? LookI'* 

I had just reallzed tbat tbe strange room was fur- 
nished — God forpve me — in tbe European fashion. 
Tbere were indeed, bere and there, round leatber 
Tuareg cusbions, brightly colored blankets front 
Gafsa, rugs from Kairpuan, and Caramani bangings 
which, at tbat moment, I sbould bave dreaded to 
draw aside. But a balf-open panel in tfael 'wall 
showed a bookcase crowded witb books. A wbole 
row of pbotographs of masterpieces of ancient art 
were hung on tbe walls. Finally there was a table 
almost bidden under its heap of papers, pampblets, 
books. I tbought I sbould coUapse at seeing a recent 
number of tbe Archaeological Review. 

I looked at Morbange. He was looking at me, 
and suddenly a mad laugb seized us and doubled us 
up for a good minute. 

''I do not know," Morbange fìnally managed to 
say, "whetber or not we shall regret some day our 
little excursion into Abaggar. But admit, in the 
meantime, tbat it promises to be rich in unexpected 
adventures. Tbat unforgettable guide who puts us 
to sleep just to distract us from the unpleasantness of 


caravan life and who lets me experience, in the best 
of good faith, the far-famed delights of hasheesh: 
that fantastic night ride, and, to cap the climax, this 
cave of a Nureddin who must have received the edu- 
catìon of the Athenian Bersot at the French Ecole 
Normale — ^all this is enough, on my word, to upset 
the wits of the best balanced." 

"What do I think, my poor friend? Why, just 
what you yourself think. I don't understand it at 
aU| not at ali. What you politely cali my leaming 
is not worth a cent. And why shouldn't I he ali 
mixed up ? This living in caves amazes me. Pliny 
speaks of the natives living in caves, seven days' 
march southwest of the country of the Amantes, and 
twelve days to the westward of the great Syrte. 
Herodotus says also that the Garamentes used to 
go out in their chariots to hunt the cave-dwelling 
Ethiopians. But bere we are in Ahaggar, in the 
midst of the Targa country, and the best authorìties 
teli US that the Tuareg never bave been willing to 
live in caves. Duveyrier is precise on that point. 
And what is this, I ask you, but a cave turned into a 
workroom, with pictures of the Venus de Medici and 
the Apollo Sauroctone on the walls ? I teli you that 
it is enough to drive you mad." 

And Morhange threw himself on a couch and 
began to roar with laughter again. 

"See," I said, "this is Latin." 

I had picked up several scattered papers f rom the 


work-table in the middle of the room. . Morhange 
took them f rom my hands and devoured them greed- 
ily. His face expressed unbpunded stupef action. 

"Strangèr and stranger, my boy. Someone bere 
Is composing, with much citation of texts, a disser- 
tation on the Gorgon Islands : de Gorgonum insulis. 
Medusa, according to him, was a Libyan savage who 
lived near Lake Triton, our present Chott Melhrir, 
and it is there that Perseus . . . Ah I" 

Morhange's words choked in his throat. A sharp, 
shrill voice pierced the immense room. 

"Gentlemen, I beg you, let my papers alone." 

I tumed toward the newcomer. 

One of the Caramani curtains was drawn aside, 
and the most unexpected of persons came in. Re^ 
signed as we were to unexpected events, the improba- 
ability of this sight exceeded anything our imagina- 
tions could bave devised. 

On the threshold stood a little bald-headed man 
with a pointed sallow face half hidden by an enor- 
mous pair of green spectacles and a pepper and salt 
beard. No shirt was visible, but an impressive broad 
red cravat. He wore white trousers. Red leather 
slippers furnished the only Orientai suggestion of 
his costume. 

He wore, not without pride, the rosette of an 
ofEcer of the Department of Education. 

He coUected the papers whìch Morhange had 
dropped in his amazement, counted them, arranged 


them; then, casting a peevish glance at us, he struck 
a copper gong. 

The portiere was raised again. A huge white 
Targa entered. I seemed to recognize him as one 
of the genli of the cave.^ 

"Ferradji," angrily demanded the little officer of 
the Department of Education, "why were these gen- 
tlemen brought into the library?" 

The Targa bowed respectfuUy. 

"Cegheir-ben-Cheikh carne back sooner than we 
expected," he replied, "and last night the embalmers 
had not yet finished. They brought them bere in the 
meantime/* and he pointed to us. 

"Very well, you may go," snappcd the little man. 

Ferradji backed toward the door. On the- 
threshold, he stopped and spoke again : 

"I was to remind you, sir, that dinner is served." 

"Allright Go along." 

And the little man seated himself at the desk and 
began to finger the papers f everishly. 

I do not know why, but a mad feeling of exasper- 
ation seized me. I walked toward him. 

"Sir," I said, "my friend and I do not know where 
we are nor who you are. We can see only that you 

*The negro serfs among the Tuareg are generally called 
"white Tuareg." While the nobles are clad in blue cotton robes, 
the serfs wear white robes, hence their name of "white Tuareg." 
See, in this connection, Duveyrier: les Tuareg du Nord, page 
292. (Note by M. Leroux.) 


are French, since you are wearìng one of the highest 
honorary decoratlons of our country. You may bave 
made the same observation on your part,*' I added, 
indicating the slender red ribbon which I wore on 
my vest. 

He looked at me in contemptuous surprìse. 

"Well, sir?" 

•*Well, sir, the negro who just went out pronounced 
the name of Cegheir-ben-Chelkh, the name of a brì- 
gand, a bandit, one of the assassins of Colònel Flat- 
ters. Are you acquainted with that detall, sir?" 

The little man surveyed me coldly and shrug^d 
bis shoulders. 

"Certainly. But what difference do you suppose 
that makes to me ?" 

"What I'^ I cried, besìde myself with ragp. **Who 
are you, anyway?" 

"Sir," said the little old man with comica! dignity, 
tuming to Morhange, "I cali you to witness the 
strange manners of your companion. I am bere in 
my own house and I do not allow . . ." 

"You must excuse my comrade, sir," said Mor- 
hange, stepping forward. "He is not a man of 
letters, as you are. These young lieutenants are 
faot-headed, you know. And besides, you can under- 
stand why both of us are not as cairn as nught be 

I was furious and on the point of disavo^dng these 
strangely humble words of Morhange. But a glance 


showed me that there was as much irony as surprise 
in bis expression. 

"I know indeed that most officerà are bnites," 
grumbled the little old man. ''But that is no rea- 
son . . .*' 

"I am only an officer myself," Morhange went on, 
in an even humbler tone, "and if ever I bave bcen 
sensible to the intellectual inferlority of that class, I 
assure you that it was just now in glancing — I beg 
your pardon for having taken the liberty to do so- 
ia glancing over the learned pages which you devote 
to the passionate story of Medusa, according to 
Procles of Carthage, cited by Pausanias.'' 

A laughable surprise spread over the features of 
the little old man. He hastily wiped bis spectacles. 


"It i& indeed unfortunate, in thls matter," Mor- 
hange continued imperturbably, "that we are not in 
possession of the curious dissertation devoted to this 
buming question by Statius Sebosus, a work which 
we know only through Pliny and which . . ." 

"You know Statius Sebosus?" 

"And which my master, the geographer Ber- 

lioux ..." 

"You knew Berlloux — ^you were bis pupil?" stam- 
mered the little man with the decoration. 

"I bave had that honor," replied Morhange, very 

"But, but, sir, then you bave heard mentioned, you 


are famlliar with the question, the problem of At- 

''Indeed I am not unacquamted with the works of 
Lagneau, Ploix, Arbois de Jubainville," said Mor- 
hange frigidly. 

"My Godi" The little man was going through 
extraordinary contortions. "Sir — Captain, how 
happy I am, how many excuses. . . ." 

Just then, the portiere was raised. Ferradji ap- 
peared again. 

"Sir, they want me to teli you that unless you 
come, they will begin without you.** 

"I am coming, I am coming. Say, Ferradji, that 
we will be there in a moment. Why, sir, if I had 
foreseen . . • It is extraordinary . . . to find an 
officer who knows Proclés of Carthage and Arbois 
de Jubainvillé. Again . . . But I must introduce 
myself. I am Etienne Le Mesge, Fellow of the Uni- 

"Captain Morhange," said my companion. 

I stepped forward in my tum. 

"Lieutenant de Saint-Avit. It is a fact, sir, that I 
am very likely to confuse Arbois of Carthage with 
Proclés de Jubainvillé. Later, I shall bave to see 
about fiUing up those gaps. But just now, I ^ould 
like to know where we are, if we are free, and if 
not, what occult power holds us. You bave the ap- 
pearance, sir, of being sufEciently at home in this 
house to be able to enlighten us upon this point, 


which I must confess, I weakly conslder of the first 

M. Le Mesge looked at me. A rather malevolent 
amile twitched the comers of his mouth. He opened 
hìs lips. • • • 

A gong sounded impatiently. 

''In good time, gentlemen, I will teli you. I will 
explain everything. . . . But now you see that we 
must hurry. It is time for lunch and our f ellow din- 
ers will get tired of waiting." 

"Our f ellow dìners?" 

"There are two of them," M. Le Mesge ex- 
plained. "We three constitute the European per- 
sonnel of the house, that is, the fixed personnel," he 
seemed to feel obliged to add, with his disquieting 
amile. "Two strange fellows, gentlemen, with 
whom, doubtless, you will care to have as little to do 
as possible. One is a churchman, narrow-minded, 
though a Protestant. The other is a man of the 
world gone astray, an old fool." 

"Pardon," I said, "but it must have been he whom 
I heard last night. He was gambling : with you and 
the minister, doubtless?" 

M. Le Mesge made a gesture of offended dignity. 

"The idea I With me, sir? It is with the Tuareg 
that he plays. He teaches them every game imag- 
inable. There, that is he who is striking the gong 
to hurry us up. It is half past nine, and the Salle 
de Trente et Quarante opens at ten o'clock. Let us 


hurry. I suppose that anyway you will not be averte 
to a little refreshmcnt." 

"Indeed we shall not refuse,** MoAange replied. 

We foUowed M. Le Mesge along a long ^nding 
corridor with frequent steps. The passage was 
dark. But at intervals rose-colored night ligfats and 
incense burners were placed in niches cut into the 
solid rock. The passionate Orientai scents perfumed 
the darkness and contrasted strangely with the cold 
air of the snowy peaks. 

From time to time, a white Targa, mute and ex- 
pressionless as a phantom, would pass us and we 
would bear the datter of bis slippers die away be- 
hind US. 

M. Le Mesge stopped befpre a heavy door cov- 
ered with the same pale metal which I had noticed 
on the walls of the library. He opened it and stood 
aside to let us pass. 

Although the dining room which we entered had 
little in common with European dining rooms, I bave 
known many which might bave envìed its comfort. 
Like the library, it was ligfated by a great window. 
But I noticed that it had an outside exposure, while 
that of the library overlooked the garden in the 
center of the crown of mountains. 

No center table and none of those barbarie pieces 
of fumiture that we cali chairs. But a great number 
of buffet tables of gilded wood, like those of Venlce, 
heavy hangings of dull and subdued colors, and cush- 


ions, Tuareg or Tunlsian. In the center was a huge 
mat on which a feast was placed in finely woven 
baskets among Silver pitchers and copper basins fiUed 
with perfumed water. The sight of it fiUed me with 
childish satisfaction. 

M* Le Mesge stepped forward and introduced 
US to the two persons who already had taken their 
places on the mat. 

"Mr. Spardek," he said; andby that simple phrasc 
I understood how far our host placed himself abovc 
vain human titles. 

The Reverend Mr. Spardek, of Manchester, 
bowed reservedly and asked our permlssion to keep 
on bis tali, wide-brimmed hat. He was a dry, cold 
man, tali and thin. He ate in pious sadness, enor- 

"Monsieur Bielowsky," said M. Le Mesge, intro- 
ducing US to the second guest. 

"Count Casimir Blelowsky, Hetman of Jitomìr,** 
the latter corrected with perfect good humor as he 
stood up to shake hands. 

I felt at once a certain liking for the Hetman of 
Jitomir who was a perfect example of an old beau. 
His chocolate-coloured hair was parted in the center 
(later I found out that the Hetman dyed it with a 
concoction of khol) . He had magnificent whiskers, 
also chocolate-coloured, in the style of the Em- 
peror Francis Joseph. His nose was undeniably a 
little red, but so fine, so aristocratic. His hands were 


marvelous. It took some thought to place the date 
of the style of the count's costume, bottlc green with. 
yellow facings, ornamented with a huge seal of sil* 
vcr and enamel. The recoUection of a portrait of 
the Duke de Moray made me decide on 1860 or 
1862; ^nd the further chapters of this story will 
show that I was not far wrong. 

The count made me sit down beside him. One of 
his first qqestions was to demand if I ever cut fives.^ 

"That depends on how I feel," I replied. 

"Well said. I have not done so since 1866. I 
swore off. A row. The devil of a party. One day 
at Walewski's. I cut fives. Naturally I wasn't 
worrying any. The other had a f our. *Idiot V cried 
the little Baron de Chaux Gisseux who was laying 
staggering sums on my table. I hurled a botde of 
champagne at his head. He ducked. It was Mar- 
shal Baillant who got the botde. A scene I The 
matter was fixed up because we were both Free 
Masons. The Emperor made me promise not to cut 
fives again. I have kept my promise. But there 
are moments when it is hard. . • ." 

He added in a voice steeped in melancholy : 

"Try a little of this Ahaggar, 1880. Excellent 
vintage. It is I, Lieutenant, who instructed these 
people in the uses of the juice of the vine. The 
vine of the palm trees is very good when it is prop- 
erly fermented, but it gets insipid in the long run." 

1 Tirer à cinq, a card game played only f or very high stakes. 


It wa» powerful, that Ahaggar 1880. We sipped 
it from large Silver goblets. It was fresh as Rhine 
wine, dry as the wine of the Hermitage. And then, 
suddenly, it brought back recoUections of the bum- 
ing wines of Portugal; it seemed sweet, fruity, an 
admirable wine, I teli you. 

That wine crowned the most perfect of luncheons. 
There were few meats, to be sure ; but those few were 
remarkably seasoned. Profusion of cakes, pancakes 
served with honey, fragrant fritters, cheese-cakes of 
sour milk and dates. And everywhere, in great 
enamel platters or wicker jars, fruit, masses of fruit, 
figs, dates, pistachios, jujubes, pomegranates, apri- 
cots, huge bunches of grapes, largef than those which 
bcnt the shoulders of the Hebrews in the land of 
Canaan, heavy watermelons cut in two, showing their 
moist, red pulp and their rows of black seeds. 

I had scarcely finished one of these beautiful 
iccd fruits, when M. Le Mesge rose. 

"Gentlemen, if you are ready," he said to Mor- 
hange and me. 

"Get away from that old dotard as soon as you 
can," whispered the Hetman of Jitomir to me. 
"The party of Trente et Quarante will bcgin soon. 
You shall see. You shall see. We go it even harder 
than at Cora Pearl's." 

"Gentlemen," repeated M. Le Mesge in his dry 


Wc followed him. Whcn the three of us werc 
back again in the library, he said, addressing me : 

"You, sir, asked a little while ago what occult 
power holds you bere. Your manner was threaten- 
ing, and I shouid bave refused to comply had it not 
been for your friend, wbose knowledge enables him 
to appreciate better than you the value of the reve- 
lations I am about to make to you.'* 

He touched a sprìng in the side of the wall. A 
cupboard appeared, stuffed with books. He took 

"You are both of you," continued M. Le Mesge, 
'4n the power of a woman. This woman, the sultan- 
ess, the queen, the absolute sovereign of Ahaggar, 
is called Antinea. Don't start, M. Morhange, you 
will soon understand/' 

He opened the hook and read this sentente : 

" *I must wam you before I take up the subject 
matter: do not be surprised to bear me cali the bar- 
barians by Greek names.' 

*What is that hook?" stammered Morhange, 
whose pallor terrlfied me. 

"This hook," M. Le Mesge replied very slowly, 
weighing bis words, with an extraordinary expres- 
sion of triumph, "is the greatest, the most beautiful, 
the most secret, of the dialogues of Plato ; it is the 
Critias of Atlantis." 

"The Critias? But it is unfinished,'' murmured 


**It is unfinished In France, in Europe, evcrywherc 
else," said M. Le Mesge, "but it is finished here. 
Look fot yourself at this copy." 

"But what connection," repeated Morhange, while 
his eyes traveled avidly over the pages, "what con- 
nection can there bé between this dialogue, complete, 
— ^yes, it seems to me complete — ^what connection 
with this woman, Antinea ? Why should it be in her 

"Because," replied the little man imperturbably, 
**this hook is her patent of nobility, her Almanach 
de Gotha, in a sense, do you understand? Because 
it established her prodigious genealogy : because she 
is . . ." 

"Because she is?" repeated Morhange. 

"Because she is the grand daughter of Neptune, 
the last descendant of the Atlantides." 



M. Le Mesce looked at Morhange triumphantly. 
It was evidcnt that he addressed himself exclusively 
to Morhange, considering him alone worthy of his 

"Therc havc been many, sìr," he said, "both 
Frcnch and foreign officers who have been brought 
bere at the capricc of our sovereign, Antinea. You 
are the first to be honored by my disclosures. But 
you were the pupil of Berlioux, and I owe so much 
to the memory of that great man that it seems to me 
I may do him homage by impardng to one of his 
disciples the unique results of my private research." 

He struck the beli. Ferradji appeared, 

"Coffee for thesc gentlemen," ordered M. Le 

He handed us a box, gorgeously decorated in the 
most flaming colors, full of Egyptian cigarettes. 

"I never smoke," he explained. "But Antinea 
sometimes comes bere. These are ber cigarettes. 
Help yourselves, gentlcmen." 



I have always had a horror of that pale tobacco 
which pves a barber of the Rue de la Michodière 
the illusion of orientai voluptuousness. But, in their 
way, these musk-scented cigarettes were not bad, and 
it was a long time since I had used up my stock of 

"Here are the back numbers of Le Vìe Paris- 
ienne/^ said M. Le Mesge to me. "Amuse yourself 
with them, if you Hke, while I talk to your friend." 

"Sir," I replied brusquely, "it is true that I nevcr 
stadied with Berlioux. Nevertheless, you must al- 
low me to listen to your conversation : I shall hope 
to find something in it to amuse me." 

"As you wish," said the little old man. 

We settled ourselves comfortably. M. Le Mesge 
sat down before the desk, shot his cuffs, and com- 
lìienced as f oUows : 

"However much, gentlemen, I prize complete ob- 
jegtivity in matters of erudition, I cannot utterly de- 
tach my own history from that pf the last descend- 
ant of Clito and Neptune. 

"I am the creation of my own efforts. From my 
childhood, the prodigious impulse given to the science 
of history by the nineteenth ccntury has aff ected me. 
I saw where my way led. I have foUowed it, in 
spite of everything. 

"In spite of everything, everything — I mean it 
litcrally. With no other resources than my own 
work and merit, I was received as Fellow of History 


and Geography at the examination of iSSo. A 
great examination I Among the thirteen who were 
accepted there were names which have since becomc 
illustrious: Julian, Bourgeois, Auerbach. ... I do 
not envy my coUeagues on the summits of their of- 
ficiai honors; I read their works with commiseration ; 
and the piti fui errors to which they are condemncd 
by the insufficiency of their documents would amply 
counterbalance my chagrin and fili me with ironie 
Joy, had I not been raised long sincc abovc the satis- 
faction of self-love. 

"When I was Professor at the Lycée du Pare at 
Lyons. I knew Bcrlioux and foUowed eagerly hìs 
works on African History. I had, at that time, a 
very originai idea for my doctor's thesis. I was go- 
ing to establish a parallel between the Berber heroine 
of the seventh century, who struggled against the 
Arab invader, Kahena, and the French heroine, Joan 
of Are, who struggled against the English invader. 
I proposed to the Faculté des Lettres at Paris this 
title for my thesis: Joan of Are and the Tuareg. 
This simple announcement gave rise to a perfcct out- 
cry in learned circles, a furor of ridicule. My friend» 
wamcd me discreetly. I refused to believe them. 
Finally I was forced to believe when my rector sum- 
moned me before him and, after manifesting an as- 
tonishing interest in my health, asked whether I 
should object to taking two years' Icave on half pay. 
I refused indignantly. The rector did not insist; 


but iifteen days later, a ministerial decree, wlth no 
other legai procedure, assigned me to one of the 
moftt insignificant and remote Lycées of France, at 

"Realìze my exasperation and you will excuse the 
excesses to which I delivered myself in that strange 
country. What is there to do in Landes, if you 
neither cat nor drink? I did both violently. My 
pay melted away in fots gras, in woodcocks, in fine 
wines. The result came quickly enough : in less than 
a year my joints began to crack like the over-oiled 
axle of a bicycle that has gone a long way upon a 
dusty tradsu A sharp attack of gout nailed me to 
my bed. Fortunately, in that blessed country, the 
cure is in reach of the suffering. So I departed to 
Dax, at vacation rime, to try the waters. 

"I rented a room on the bank of the Adour, over- 
looking the Promenade des Baignots. A charwoman 
took care of it f or me, She worked also f or an old 
gentleman, a retired Examining Magistrate, Presi- 
^4ent of the Roger-Ducos Society, which was a vague 
scientific backwater, in which the scholars of the 
neighborhood applied themselves with prodigious 
incompetence to the most whimsical subjects. One 
aftemoon I stayed in my room on account of a 
vcry heavy rain. The good woman was energetic- 
ally polishing the copper latch of my door. She 
used a paste called Tripoli, which she spread upon 
a paper and rubbed and rubbed. . . . The peculiar 


appearance of the paper made me curious. I glanced 
at it. 'Great heavens! Where did you get this 
paper?' She was perturbed. *At my master's; he 
has lots of it. I tote this out of a notebook.' 'Hcre 
are ten francs. Go and get me the notebook.' 

**A quarter of an hour later, she was back with it. 
By good luck It lacked only one page, the one with 
which she had becn polishing my door. This manu- 
script, this notebook, bave you any idea what it was ? 
Merely the Voyage to Atlantìs of the mytholopst 
Denis de Milet, which is mentioned by Diodorus and 
the loss of which I had so often heard Berlioux de- 

''This inestimable document contained numerous 
quotations from the Critias. It gave an abstract of 
the illustrious dialogue, the sole existing copy of 
which you held in your hands a little while ago. It 
established past controversy the location of the 
stronghold of the Atlantides, and demonstrated that 
this site, which is denied by science, was not sub- 
merged by the waves, as is supposed by the rare and 
timorous defenders of the Atlantide hypothesis. He 
called it the 'centrai Mazycian range.' You know 
there is no longer any doubt as to the identifìcation 

^How did the Voyage to Atlantis arrivc at Dax? I have 

f ound, so far, only one credible h3rpothesis : it might have been 

discoyered in Africa by the traveller, de Behagle, a member of 

the Roger-Ducos Society, who studied at the college of Dax, 

and later, on several occasiona, visited the town. (Note by 
M. Leroux.) 


of the Mazyces of Herodotus with the people of 
Imoschaoch, the Tuareg. But the manuscript of 
Denys unquestionably identifies the historlcal Mazy- 
ces with the Atlantides of the supposed legend. 

"I leamed, therefore, from Denys, not only that 
the centrai part of Atlantis, the cradle and home of 
the dynasty of Neptune, had not sunk in the disaster 
described by Plato as engulfing the rest of the At- 
lantide isle, but also that it corresponded to the 
Tuareg Ahaggar, and that, in this Ahaggar, at least 
in bis time, the noble dynasty of Neptune was sup- 
posed to be stili existent. 

"The historìans of Atlantis put the date of the 
catadysm which destroyed ali or part of that fam- 
ous country at nine thousand years before Christ. 
If Denis de Milet, who wrote scarcely three thousand 
years ago, believed that in bis time, the dynastic 
issue of Neptune was stili ruling its dominion, you 
will understand that I thought immediately — ^what 
has lasted nine thousand years may last eleven thou- 
sand. From that instant I had only one aim : to fìnd 
the possible descendants of the Atlantides, and, since 
I had many reasons f or supposing them to be debased 
and ignorant of their originai splendor, to inform 
them of their illustrious descent. 

"You will easily understand that I imparted none 
of my intentions to my supcriors at the University. 
To solidt their approvai or even their permission, 
considering the attitude they had taken toward me, 


would havc been almost ccrtainly to invite confine- 
ment in a celi. So I raised what I could on my own 
account, and departed without trumpet or drum for 
Oran. On the first of October I reached In-Salah. 
Stretched at my ease beheath a palm tree, at the 
oasis, I took infinite pleasure in considering how, 
that very day, the principal of Mont-de-Marsan, be- 
side himself, struggling to control twenty horrible 
urchins bowling before the door of an empty class 
room, would be telegraphing wildly in ali directions 
in scarch of his lost history professor." 

M. Le Mesge stopped and looked at us to mark 
his satisf action. 

I admit that I forgot my dignity and I forgot the 
affectation he had steadily assumed of talking only 
to M orhange. 

"You will pardon me, sir, if your discourse inter- 
ests me more than I had anticipated. But you know 
very well that I lack the fundamental Instruction 
necessary to understand you. You speak of the 
dynasty of Neptune. What is this dynasty, from 
which, I believe, you trace the descent of Antinea? 
What is ber róle in the story of Atlantis?" 

M. Le Mesge smiled with condescension, mean- 
time winking at Morbange with the eyc nearest to 
bim. Morhange was listening without expression, 
without a word, chin in band, elbow on knee. 

"Plato will answer for me, sir," said the Pro- 


And he added, with an accent of inexpressible pity : 

"Is it really possible that you have nevcr made 
the acquaintance of the introduction to the Crìtias ?" 

He placed on the table the hook by which Mor- 
hange had been so strangely moved. He adjusted 
his spectacles and began to read. It seemed as if 
the magic of Plato vibrated through and transfig- 
ured this ridiculous little old man. 

" 'Having drawn by lot the different parts of the 
earth, the gods obtained, some a larger, and some, 
a smaller share. It was thus that Neptune, having 
receìved in the division the isle of Atlantis, came to 
place the children he had had by a mortai in one part 
of that isle. It was not far from the sea, a plain 
situated in the midst of the isle, the most beautiful, 
and, they say, the most fertile of plains. About fifty 
stades from that plain, in the middle of the isle, was 
a mountain. There dwelt one of those men who, in 
the very beginning, was bom of the Earth, Evenor, 
with his wife, Leucippo. They had only one daugh- 
ter, Clito. She was marriageable when her mother 
and father died, and Neptune, being enamored of 
her, married her. Neptune fortified the mountain 
wfaere she dwelt by isolating it. He made alternate 
girdles of sea and land, the one smaller, the others 
greater, two of earth and three of water, and cen- 
tered them round the isle in such a manner that they 
were at ali parts equally distant 1 . . ." 

M. le Mesge broke off his reading. 


''Does this arrangement recali nothing to you?" 
he querìed. 

"Morhange, MorhangcI" I stammered "You 
remcmber— our route yesterday, our abductlon, the 
two corrìdors that we had to cross before arriving 
at this mountain? • • • The girdles of earth and of 
water? . . . Two tunnels, two enclosures of earth ?" 

"Ha I Ha 1" chuckled M. Le Mesge. 

He smlled as he looked at me. I understood that 
this smile meant: "Can he be less obtuse than I had 

As if with a mighty eSort, Morhange broke the 

"I understand well enough, I understand. • • • 
The three girdles of water. . • . But then, you are 
supposing, sir, — an explanation the ingeniousness of 
which I do not contest — ^you are supposing the exact 
hypothesis of the Saharan sea !'* 

"I suppose it, and I can prove it," replied the iras- 
cible little old chap, banging his fist on the table. 
"I know well enough what Schirmer and the rest 
bave advanced against it. I know it better than 
you do. I know ali about it, sir. I can present ali 
the proof s f or your consideration. And in the mean- 
time, this evening at dinner, you will no doubt en- 
joy some excellent fish. And you will teli me if these 
fish, caught in the lake that you can see from this 
window, secm to you f resh water fidi. 

"You must realize," he continued more calndy, 


^c mistake of those who, believing in Atlantis, 
havc sou^t to explain the cataclysm in which they 
suppose the whole island to have sunk. Without 
exception, they have thought that it was swallowed 
up. Actually, there has not been an immersion. 
There has been an emersion. New lands have 
cmerged from the Atlantic wave. The desert has 
replaced the sea, the sebkhas, the salt lakes, the 
Triton lakes, the sandy Syrtes are the desolate ves- 
tiges of the free sea water over which, in former 
days, the fleets swept with a fair wind towards the 
conquest of Attica. Sand swallows up civilization 
bctter than water. To-day there remains nothing of 
the beautiful isle that the sea and winds kept gay and 
verdant but this chalky mass. Nothing has endured 
in this rocky basin, cut off forever from the living 
world, but the marvelous oasis that you have at your 
feet, these red fruits, this cascade, this blue lake, 
sacred witnesses to the golden age that is gone. Last 
evening, in coming bere, you had to cross the five 
enclosures: the three belts of water, dry forever; 
the two girdles of earth through which. are hoUowed 
the passages you traversed pn camel back, where, 
formerly, the triremes floated. The only thing that, 
in this immense catastrophe, has preserved its like- 
ness to its former state, is this mountain, the moun- 
tain where Neptune shut up bis well-beloved Clito, 
the daughter of Evenor and Leucippe, the mother 
of Atlas, and the ancestress of Antinea, the sover- 


eign under whose dominion you are about to enter 

*'Sir/' said Morhange with jQie most exquisite 
courtesyi *'it would be only a naturai anxiety which 
would urge us to inquire the reasons and the end of 
tfais dominion. But behold to what extent your reve- 
lation interests me ; I def er this question of private 
interest Of late, in two cavems, it has been my 
fortune to discover Tifinar inscriptions of this name, 
Antinea. M y comirade is witness that I took it f or 
a Greek name. I understand now, thanks to you and 
the divine Plato, that I need no longer feel sur- 
prised to bear a barbarian called by a Greek name. 
But I am no less perplexed the etymology of 
the word. Can you enlighten me ?'* 

*^I shall certainly not fail you there, sir,'' said M. 
Le Mesge. "I may teli you, too, that you are not the 
first to put to me that question. Most of the explor- 
ers that I bave seen enter bere in the paàt ten years 
bave been attracted in the same way, intrìgued by 
this Greek work reproduced in Tifinar. I bave even 
arranged a fairly exact catalogne of these inscrip- 
tions and the cavems where they are to be met with. 
Ali, or almost ali, are accompanied by this legend: 
Antinea. Here commences her domain. I myself 
bave had repainted with ochre sùch as were begin- 
ning to be effaced. But, to return to what I was 
telUng you before, none of the Europeans who bave 
foUowed this epigraphic mystery here, bave kept 


tfaeir anxiety to solve this etymology once they found 
themselves in Antinea's palate. They ali become 
otherwise preoccupied. I might make many dis- 
closures as to the little real importance which purely 
sciendfic interests possess even for scholars» and the 
quickness with which they sacrifice them to the most 
mundane considerations, — ^their own lives, for In- 

'Tet US take that up another timci sir, if it is sat- 
isf actory to you/' said Morhange, always admirably 

*^This digression had only one point, sir : to show 
you that I do not count you among these unworthy 
scholars. You are really eager to know the origin 
of this name, Jntinea, and that bef ore knowing what 
kind of woman it belongs to and her motives for 
holding you and this gentleman as her prisoners/' 

I stared hard at the little old man. But he spoke 
with profound seriousness. 

"So much the better for you, my boy," I thought. 
"Otherwise it wouldn't bave taken me long to send 
you through the window to air your ironies at your 
case. The law of gravity ought not to be topsy- 
turvy bere at Ahaggar." 

"You, no doubt, formulated several hypotheses 
when you first encountered the name, Antinea,'- con- 
tinued M. Le Mesge, imperturbable under my fixed 
gaze, addressing himself to Morhange. "Would 
you object to repeating them to me?" 


"Not at ali, sir," said Morhange. 

And,^ very composedly, he enumerated Ae cty- 
mological suggestìons I bave given previously. 

The little man with the cherry-colored shirt front 
rubbed bis hands. 

"Very good," he admitted with an accent of intense 
jubilation. "Amazingly good, at least for one with 
only the modicum of Greek that you possess. But 
it is ali none the less false, super-false.*' 

^'It is because I suspected as mudi that I put my 
question to you," said Morhange blandly. 

^'I will not keep you longer in suspense,** said M. 
Le Mesge. ''The word, Antinea, is composed as 
foUows: ti is nothing but a Tifinar addition to an 
essentially Greek name. Ti is the Berber feminine 
arride. We bave several examples of this combina- 
tion. Take Tipasa, the North African town. The 
name means the whole, from ti and from vav. 
So, tinca signifies the new, from ti and from ca." 

"And the prefix anf'^ queried Morhange. 

"Is it possible, sir, that I bave put myself to the 
trouble of talking to you for a solid hour about the 
Crìtias with such trifling effect? It is certain that 
the prefix an, alone, has no meaning. You will 
understand that it has one, when I teli you that we 
bave bere a very curious case of apocope. You must 
not read an; you must read atlan. A ti has been lost, 
by apocope ; àn has survived. To sum up, Anrinea 
is composed in the foUòwing manner: rt-i/ea -— ^ 


àrk *Ay. And its meaning, the new Atlantìs, 
is dazzlingly apparent from this demonstration." 

I looked at Morhange. His astonishmcnt was 
without bonnds. The Berber prefix ti had literally 
stunned him. 

"Have you had occasion, sir, to verify this vcry 
ingenious etymology?" he was finally able to gasp 

"You have only to glance over these few books," 
said M. Le Mesge disdainfuUy. 

He opened successively five, ten, twenty cup- 
boards. An enormous library was spread out to our 

"Everything, everything — it is ali bere," mur- 
mured Morhange, with an astonishing inflection of 
terror and admiration. 

"Everything that is worth consulting, at any rate," 
said M. Le Mesge. "Ali the great books, whose 
loss the so-called leamed world deplores to-dày/' 

"And how has it happened?" 

"Sir, you distress me. I thought you familiar with 
certain events. You are forgetting, then, the passage 
where Pliny the Elder speaks of the library of Carth- 
age and the treasures which were accumulated there ? 
In 146, when that city fell under the blows of the 
knave, Scipio, the incredible coUection of illìterates 
who bore the name of the Roman Senate had only 
the profoundest contempt for these riches. They 
presented them to the native kings. This is how 


Mantabal received this priceless heritage; it was 
transmitted to bis son and grandson, Hiempsal, Juba 
I, Juba II| the husband of the admirable Cleopatra 
Selene, the daughtei* of the great Cleopatra and 
Mark Antony. Cleopatra Selene had a daughter 
who married an Atlantide king. This is how An- 
tinea, the daughter of Neptune, counts among her 
ancestors the immortai queen of Eg]rpt. That is 
how, by foUowing the laws of inheritance, the re- 
mains of the library of Carthage, enrìdied by the 
remnants of the library of Alexandria, are actually 
before your eyes. 

^'Science fled from man. While he was building 
those monstroiis Babels of pseudo-sdence in Berlin, 
London, Paris, Science was taking refuge in this 
desert corner of Ahaggar. They may well forge 
their hypotheses back there, based on the loss of the 
mysterious works of antiquity: these works are net 
lost. They are bere. They are bere : the Hebrew, 
the Chaldean, the Assyrian books. Here, the great 
Egjrptian traditions which inspired Solon, Herodotus 
and Plato. Here, the Greek mythologists, the ma- 
gicians of Roman Africa, the Indian mystics, ali the 
treasures, in a word, for the lack of which contem- 
porary dissertations are poor laughable things. Be- 
liéve me, he is well avenged, the little universitarìan 
whom they took for a madman, whom they defied. 
I bave lived, I live, I shall live in a perpetuai burst 
of laughter at their false and garbled erudidon. 


And when I shall be dead, Error, — ^thanks to the 
jealous precaution of Neptune taken to isolate his 
well-beloved Clito from the rest of the world, — 
Error, I say, will continue to reign as sovereign mis- 
tress over their pitiful compositions." 

"Sir," said Morhange in a grave voice, "you have 
just affirmed the influence of Egypt on the civiliza- 
tions of the people here. For reasons which some 
day, perhaps, I shall have occasion to explain to you, 
I would like to have proof of that relationship." 

"We need not wait for that, sir," said M. Le 
Mesge. Then, in my turn, I advanced. 

"Two words, if you please, sir," I said brutally. 
*'I will not hide from you that these historical dis- 
cussions seem to me absolutely out of place. It is 
not my fault if you have had trouble with the Uni- 
versity, and if you are not to-day at the College of 
France or elsewhere. For the moment, just one thing 
concems me : to know just what this lady, Antinea, 
wants with us. My comrade would like to know her 
relation with ancient Egypt: very well. For my 
part, I desire above everythìng to know her rela- 
tion» with the govemment of Algeria and the 
Arabian Bureau/' 

M. Le Mesge gave a strident laug^. 

*'I am going to give you an answer that will sat- 
isfy you both," he replied. 

And he added : 

"Follow me. It is time that you should leam.** 



We passed through an intcraiinable series of 
stairs and corridors foUowing M. Le Mcsge. 

"You lose ali sense of direction in this labyrinth/' 
I muttered to Morhange. 

"Worse stili, you will lose your head," answercd 
my companion sotto voce. "This old fool is cer- 
tainly very learned ; but God knows what he is driv- 
ing at. However, he has promised that we are soon 
to know." 

M. Le Mesge had stopped before a heavy dark 
door, ali incrusted with strange symbols. Tuming 
the lock with difficulty, he opened it. 

"Enter, gentlemen, I beg you," he said, 

A gust of cold air struck us full in the face. The 
room we were entering was chili as a vault. 

At first, the darkness allowed me to form no idea 

of its proportìons. The lighting, purposely subdued, 

consisted of twelve enormous copper lamps, placed 

column-like upon the ground and buming with brii- 

liant red flames. As we entered, the wind from the 



corrìdor made the flames flicker, momentarìly cast* 
ing about us our own enlarged and misshapen shad- 
ows. Then the gust died down, and the flames, no 
longer flurried, again lìcked up the darkness with 
their motìonless red tongues. 

These twelve pant lamps (each one about ten fect 
high) were arranged in a kind of crown, the diam- 
cter of which must bave been about fifty feet. In 
the center of this circle was a dark mass, ali streaked 
with trembling red reflectìons. When I drew nearer, 
I saw it was a bubbling fountain. It was the fresh- 
ness of this water which had maintained the tem- 
perature of which I bave spoken. 

Huge seats were cut in the centrai rock f rom which 
gushed the murmuring, shadowy fountain. They 
were heaped with silky cushions. Twelve incense 
bumers, within the circle of red lamps, formed a 
second crown, half as large in diameten Their 
smoke mounted toward the vault, invisible in the 
darkness, but their perfume, combined with the cool- 
ness and sound of the water, banished from the soul 
ali other desire than to remain there forever. 

M. Le Mesge made us sit down in the center of 
the hall, on the Cydopean seats. He seated himself 
between us. 

"In a few minutes," he said, "your eyes will grow 
accustomed to the obscurity." 

I noticed that he spoke in a hushed voice, as if he 
were in church. 


Little by little, our eyes dld indeed grow used to 
the rcd Tight. OiJy the lower part of the great hall 
was illuminated The whole vault was drowned in 
shadow and its height was impossible to estimate. 
Vaguely, I could percelve overhead a great smooth 
gold chandelier, flecked, like everything else, with 
sombre red reflections. But there was no means of 
judging the length of the chain by which it hung 
from the dark ceiling. 

The marble of the pavement was of so high a 
polish, that the great torches were reflected even 

This room, I repeat, was round a perfect cir- 
de of which the fountain at our backs was the 

We sat facing the curving walls. Before long, 
we began to be able to see them. They were of 
peculiar construction, divided into a series of niches, 
broken, ahead of us, by the door which had just 
opened to give us passage, behind us, by a second 
door, a stili darker hole which I divined in the dark- 
ness when I tumed around. From one door to the 
other, I counted sixty niches, making, in ali, one 
hundred and twenty. Each was about ten feet high. 
Each contained a kind of case, larger above than be-» 
low, closed only at the lower end. In ali these cases, 
except two just opposite me, I thought I could dis- 
cem a brilliant shape, a human shape certainly, some- 
thing like a statue of very pale bronze. In the are 


of the cirde before me, I counted dearly thirty of 
these strange statues. 

What were these statues? I wanted to tee. I 

M. Le Mesge put his band on my arm. 

''In good time," be murmured In the same low 
voice, "ali in good time." 

The Professor was watching the door by whidi 
we bad entered the hall, and from behind which we 
could bear the sound of footsteps becoming more 
and more disdnct. 

It opened quietly to admit three Tuareg slaves. 
Two of them were carrying a long package on their 
shoulders ; the tbird seemed to be their chief . 

At a sign from bim, they placed the package on 
the ground and drew out from one of the niches the 
case which it contained. 

'Tou may approach, gentlemen,*' said M. Le 

He modoned the three Tuareg to witbdraw sev- 
eral paces. 

"You asked me, not long since, for some proof 
of the Egyptian influence on this country," said M. 
Le Mesge. "What do you say to that case, to be- 
gin with?" 

As he spoke, he pointed to the case that the ser- 
vants bad deposited upon the ground after they took 
it from its niche. 

Morbange uttered a thick cry. 


We had before us one of those cases designed 
for the preservation of mummies. The same shiny 
wood, the same bright decorations, the only differ- 
ence being that bere Tifinar wrìting replaced the 
hieroglyphics. The form, narrow at the base» 
broader above» ought to have been enough to en- 
lighten US. 

I have already said that the lower half of this 
large case was closed, giving the whole structure the 
appearance of a rectangular wooden shoe. 

M. Le Mesge knelt and fastened on the lower 
part of the case, a square of white cardboard, a 
large label, that he had picked up from bis desk, a 
few minutes before, on leaving the library. 

*'You may read,'' he said simply, but stili in the 
same low tone. 

I knelt also, for the light of the great candelabra 
was scarcely sufficient to read the label where, 
none the less, I recognized the Professor's hand- 

It bore these few words, in a large round band: 

"Number 53. Major Sir Archibald Russell. 
Bom at Richmond, July 5, 1860. Died at Ahaggar, 
December 3, 1896." 

I leapt to my feet. 

"Major Russell I" I exdaimed. 

"Not so loud, not so loud,'' said M. Le Mesge. 
"No one speaks out loud bere." 

"The Major Russell," I repeated, obeying bis m- 




junction as if in spìte of myself, "who left Khartoum 
last year, to explore Sokoto ?" 

"The same," replied the Professor. 
And . . . where is Major Russell?" 
He is there," replied M. Le Mesge. 

The Professor made a gesture. The Tuareg ap- 

A poignant silence reigned in the mysterious hall, 
broken only by the fresh splashing of the fountain. 

The three negroes were occupied in nndoing the 
package that they had put down near the painted 
case. Weighed down with wordless horror, Mor- 
hange and I stood watching^ 

Soon, a rlg^d form, a human form, appeared. A 
red gleam played over it We had bcfore us, 
stretched out upon the ground, a statue of pale 
bronze, wrapped in a kind of white veil, a statue like 
those ali around us, upright in their niches. It 
seemed to fix us with an impenetrable gaze. 

"Sir Arcihibald Russell," murmured M. Le Mesge 

Morhange approached, speechless, but strong 
enough to lift up the white veil. For a long, long 
time he gazed at the sad bronze statue. 

"A mummy, a mummy?" he said finally. "You 
deceive yourself , sir, this is no mummy." 

Accurately speaking, no," replied M. Le Mesge. 
This is not a mummy. None the less, you bave bc- 
fore you the mortai remains of Sir Archibald Rus- 



scll. I must point out to you, herc, my dcar sìr, that 
the processes of embalming used by Antinca differ 
from the processes employed in ancient Egypt. 
Here, there is no natron, nor bands, nor spices. The 
industry of Ahaggar, in a single effórt, has achieved 
a result obtained by European science only after long 
experiments. Imapne my surprise, when I arrived 
bere and found that they were employing a method 
I supposed known only to the civilized world.*' 

M. Le Mesge struck a light tap with bis finger 
on the forehead of Sir Archibald Russell. It rang 
like metal. 

"It is bronze," I saìd. "That is not a human 
forehead : ìt is bronzc." 

M. Le Mesge shrugged bis shoulders. 

"It is a human forehead," he afErmed curtly, "and 
not bronze. Bronze is darker, sir. This is the great 
unknown metal of which Plato speaks in the Critìas, 
and which is something between gold and silver : it 
is the special metal of the mountains of the Adan- 
tides. It is orichalch" 

Bending again, I satisfied myself that this metal 
was the same as that with which the walls of the li- 
brary were overcast. 

"It is orichalch," continued M. Le Mesge. "You 
look as if you had no idea how a human body can 
look like a statue of orichalch. Come, Captain Mor- 
hange, you whom I gave credit for a certain amount 
pf knowledge, bave you never heard of the method 


of Dr. Varìot, by which a human body can be prc- 
scrvcd without cmbalming? Havc you nevcr read 
the book of that practitioner ?^ He explains a 
method called electro-platìng. The skin h coated 
wìth a very thin layer of silver salts, to make it a 
conductor. The body then is placed in a solution of 
copper sulphate, and the polar currents do their 
work. The body of this estimable English major 
has been metalized in the same manner, except that 
a solution of orichalch sulphate, a very rare sub- 
stance, has been substituted for that of copper sul- 
phate. Thus, instead of the statue of a poor slave, 
a copper statue, you bave before you a statue of 
metal more precious than silver or gold, in a word, 
a statue wortìiy of the granddaughter of Neptune." 

M. Le Mesge waved bis arm. The black slaves 
seized the body. In a few seconds, they slid the ori- 
chalch ghost into its painted wooden sheath. That 
was set on end and slid into its niche, beside the niche 
where an exactly similar sheath was labelled "Num- 
ber 52.** 

Upon finishing their task, they retired without a 
word. A draught of cold air from the door again 
made the flames of the copper torches flicker and 
threw great shadows about us. 

Morhange and I remained as motionless as the 
pale metal specters which surrounded us. Suddenly 

^Varìot: Uanthropoìogie galvanique, Paris» xSga (Note t^ 
M. Lerottx.) 


I puUed myself together and staggered forward to 
the nlche beside that In which they just had laid the 
remaìns of the English major. I looked for the 

Suppoiting myself against the red marble wall, I 

"Number 52. Captain Laurent Deligne. Born 
at Paris, July 22, 1861. Died at Ahaggar, October 
30, 1896." 

"Captain Deligne I" murmured Morhange. "He 
left Colomb-Béchar in 1895 for Timmimoun and no 
more has been heard of him since then/' 

"Exactly," said M. Le Mesge, with a litde nod 
of approvai. 

"Number 51," read Morhange with chattering 
teeth. "Colonel von Wìttman, born at Jena in 1855. 
Died atAhaggar, May I, 1896. . . . Colonel Witt- 
man, the explorer of Kanem, who disappeared off 

"Exactly," said M. Le Mesge again. 

"Number 50," I read in my turn, steadying my- 
self against the wall, so a^ not to fall. "Marquis 
Alonzo d'Oliveira, born at Cadiz, February 21, 
1868. Died at Ahaggar, February i, 1896. Oliv- 
eira, who was going to Araouan." 

"Exactly," said M. Le Mesge again. "That Span- 
iard was one of the best educated. I used to bave 
interesting discussions with him on the exact geo- 
graphical position gf the kingdom of Antéc/* 


"Number 49/* said Morhange in a tone scarccly 
more than a whisper. "Lieutenant Woodhousc, 
bom at Liverpool, Septcmbcr 16, 1870. Dicd at 
Ahaggar, October 4, 1895." 

"Hardly more than a child," said M. Le Mesge. 

"Number 48," I said. "Lieutenant Louis de 
Maillefeu, bom at Provins, the . . •" 

I did not finish. My voice choked. 

Louis de Maillefeu, my best friend, the friend of 
my childhood and of Saint-Cyr. ... I looked at 
faim and recognized him under the metallic coating. 
Louis de Maillefeu ! 

I laid my forehead against the cold walI and, 
with shaking shoulders, began to sob. 

I heard the muffled voice of Morhange speaking 
to the Professor: 

*'Sir, this has lasted long enough. Let us make 
an end to it." 

"He wanted to know," said M. Le Mesge. 

I went up to him and seized his shoulders. 

"What happened to him? What did he die of ?'• 

"Just like the others," the Professor replìed, "just 
like Lieutenant Woodhouse, like Captain Deligne, 
like Major Russell, like Colonel van Wittman, like 
llie forty-seven of yesterday and ali those of to-mor- 


"Of what did they die?" Morhange demanded 
imperatively in his tura. 


The Professor looked at Morhange. I saw my 
comrade grow pale. 

"Of what did they die, sir? They dìed of love.** 

And he added in a very low, vcry grave voice : 

"Now you know." 

Gently and with a^ tact which we should hardly 
have suspected in him, M. Le Mesge drew us 
away f rom the statues. A moment later, Morhange 
and I found ourselves again seated, or rather sunk 
among the cushions in the center of the room. The 
invisible fountain murmured its plaint at our feet. 

Le Mesge sat between us. 

"Now you know," he repeated. "You know» but 
you do not yet understand." 

Then, very slowly, he said : 

"You are, as diey have been, the prìsoners of 
Antinea. And vengeance is due Antinea.'' 

"Vengeance?'' said Morhange, who had regained 
his self-possession. "For what, I beg to ask? What 
have the lieutenant and I done to Atlantis? How 
have we incurred her hatred?" 

"It is an old quarrel, a very old quarrel," the 
Professor replied gravely. "A quarrel which long 
antedates you, M. Morhange." 

"Explain yourself, I beg of you, Professor." 

"You are Man. She is a Woman," said the 
dreamy voice of M. Le Mesge. "The whole mat- 
ter lies there." 

"Really, sir, I do not see . . ^ we do not sec." 


"You are going to understand. Havc you really 
forgotten to what an extent the beautiful queens of 
antiquity had just cause to complain of the strangers 
whom fortune brought to their borders? The poet, 
Victor Hugo» pictured their detestable acts well 
enough in bis colonial poem called la Fille d^O-Taitì. 
Wherever we look, we see similar examples of 
fraud and ingratitude. These gentlemen made free 
use of the beauty and the ricfies of the lady. Then, 
one fine moming, they disappeared. She was in- 
deed lucky if ber lover, having observed the position 
carefuUy, did not return with ships and troops of 

'Tour leaming charms me/* said Morhange. 

"Do you need examples? Alasi they abound. 
Think of the cavalier fashion in which Ulysses 
treated Calypso, Diomedes Callirhoe. What should 
I say of Theseus and Arìadne? Jason treated 
Medea with inconceivable lightness. The Romans 
continued the tradition with stili greater brutality. 
Aenaeus, who has many characterìstics in conunon 
with the Reverend Spardek, treated Dido in a most 
undeserved fashion. Cassar was a laurel-crowned 
blackguard in bis relations with the divine Cleo- 
patra. Titus, that hypocrite Titus, after having 
lived a whole year in Iduiiimea at the expense of the 
plaintive Berenice, took ber back to Rome only to 
make game of ben It is time that the sons of Japhet 


paid this formidable reckoning of injurìes to t£é 
daughters of Shem. 

"A woman has taken it upon hcrsclf to rc-C8tal>- 
lish the great Hegelian law of equilibrium for the 
benefit of her sex, Separated f rom the Aryan world 
by the formidable precautìons of Neptune, shc 
draws the youngest and bravest to her. Her body 
is condescending, while her spirit is Inexorable. She 
takes what these bold young men can give her. She 
lends them her body, while her soul dominates them. 
She is the first sovereign who has never been made 
the slave of passion, even for a moment She has 
never been obliged to regain her self-mastery, for 
she never lias lost it. She is the only woman who 
has been able to disassociate those two inextrìcable 
things, love and voluptuousness/' 

M. Le Mesge paused a moment and then went on. 

**Once every day, she comes to this vault. Shc 
stops before the niches; she meditates before the 
rig^d statues; she touches the cold bosoms, so bum* 
ing when she knew them. Then, after dreaming 
before the empty niche where the next victim soon 
will sleep his eternai sleep in a cold case of orichalch, 
she retums nonchalantly where he is waiting for 

The Professor stopped speaking. The fountain 
again made itself heard in the midst of the shadow. 
My pulses beat, my head seemed on fire. A fevct 
was consuming me. 


"And ali of diem," I cried, regardless of liie 
place, "ali of them compliedl They submittedl 
Well, she has only to come and she will see what 
will happen." 

Morhange was silent. 

"My dear sir," said M. Le Mesge in a very gentle 
voice, "you are speaking like a child. You do not 
know. You bave not seen Antìnea. Let me teli 
you one thing: that among those" — and with a 
sweeping gesture he indicated the silent circle of 
statues — "there were men as courageous as you and 
perhaps less excitable. I remember one of them 
especially well, a phlegmatic Englishman who now 
is resting under Number 32. When he first ap- 
peared bifore Antìnea, he was smoking a cigar. 
And, like ali the rest, he bent before the gaze of his 

"Do not speak until you bave seen her. A uni- 
versity training hardly fits one to discourse upon 
matters of passion, and I feel scarcely qualified, my* 
self, to teli you what Antìnea is. I only affirm this, 
that when you bave seen her, you will remember 
nothing else. Family, country, honor, you will re- 
nounce everything for her." 

"Everything?" asked Morhange in a calm voice. 

"Everything," Le Mesge insisted emphatically. 
"You will forget ali, you will renounce ali." 

From outside, a faint sound came to us. 

Le Mesge consulted his watch. 



In any case, you will see/' 

The door opened. A tali white Targa, the tallest 
we had yet seen in this remarkable abode, entered 
and carne toward us. 

He bowed and touched me llghtly on die shoulden 

"FoUow him," said M. Le Mesge. 

Without a word, I obeyed 



My guide and I passed along another long cor- 
rìdon My excitement increased. I was impatient 
for one thing only, to come face to face with that 
woman, to teli her . , . So far as anything else 
was concerned, I already was done for. 

I was mistaken in hoping that the adventure would 
take an heroic turn at once. Ih real life, these con- 
trasts never are definitely marked out. I should 
have remembered from many past incidents that the 
burlesque was regularly mixed with the tragic in my 

We reached a little transparent door. My guide 
stood aside to let me pass. 

I found myself in the most luxurious of dressing- 

rooms. A ground glass ceiling diffused a gay rosy 

light over the marble floor. The first thing I no- 

ticed was a clock, fastened to the wall. In place of 

the figures for the hours, were the signs of the 

Zodiac. The small hand had not yet reached the 

sign of Capricorn. 



Only three o'dock I 

The day seemed to have lasted a century ai- 
ready. « • • And only a litde more than half of it 
was gone. 

Another idea carne to me, and a convulsive laugh 
bent me doublé. 

'^Antinea wants me to be at my best when I meet 

A mirror of orichalch formed one whole side of 
the room. dancing into it, I realized that in ali 
decency there was nothing exaggerated in the de- 

My untrimmed beard, die frightful layer of dirt 
which lay about my eyes and furrowed my cheeks, 
my clothing, spotted by ali the day of the Sahara 
and tom by ali the thoms of Ahaggar — ali this made 
me appear a pitiable enough suitor. 

I lost no time in undressing and plunging into 
the porphry bath in the center of the room. A de- 
licious drowsiness carne over me in that perfumed 
water. A thousand little jars, spread on a costly 
carved wood dressing-table, danced before my eyes. 
They were of ali sizes and colors, carved in a very 
transparent kind of jade. The warm humidity of 
the atmosphcre hastened my relaxation. 

I stili had strength to think, "The devil takc At- 
lantis and the vault and Le Mesge.*' 

Then I fell asleep in the bath. 

When I opened my eyes again, the little band of 


the clock had almost reached the sign of Taunis. 
Bef ore me, hls black hands braced on the edge of the 
bath, stood a huge negro, bare-faced and bare- 
armed, his forehead bound with an immense orange 

He looked at me and showed hls white teeth in a 
silent laugh. 

"Who is this fellow?" 

The negro laughed harder. Without saying a 
word, he lifted me like a feather out of the per- 
fumed water, now of a color on which I shall not 

In no time at ali, I was stretched out on an in- 
clined marble table. 

The negro began to massage me vigorously 

"More gently there, f ellow I" 

My masseur did not reply, but laughed and rubbed 
sdii harder. 

"Where do you come from? Kanem? Torkou? 
You laugh too much for a Targa." 

Unbroken silence. The negro was as speechless 
as he was hilarious. 

"After ali, I am making a fool of myself," I said, 
giving up the case. "Such as he Is, he is more agree- 
able than Le Mesge with his nightmarish eruditlon. 
But, on my word, what a recruit he would be for 
Hamman on the me des Mathurins !'* 

"CIgarette, sidi?" 

Without awaiting my reply, he placed a cigarette 


between my lips and lighted it, and resumed bis task 
of polishing every inch of me. 

^'He doesn't talk much, but he is oblig^ng," I 

And I sent a puff of smoke into bis face. 

Tbis pleasantry seemed to deligbt bim im- 
mensely. He sbowed bis pleasure by giving me 
great slaps. 

Wben he bad dressed me down sufficiently, he took 
a little jar from the dressing-table and began to rub 
me with a rose-colored ointment. Weariness seemed 
to fly away from my rejuvenated musdes. 

A stroke on a copper gong. My masseur disap- 
peared. A stunted old negress entered, dressed in 
the most tawdry tinsel. She was talkative as a mag- 
pie, but at first I did not understand a word in the 
interminable string she unwound, wbile she took first 
my hands, then my feet, and polisbed the nails with 
determined grimaces. 

Another stroke on the gong. The old woman 
gave place to another negro, grave,, tbis time, and 
dressed ali in white with a knitted skuU cap on bis 
oblong head. It was the barber, and a remarkably 
dexterous one. He quickly trimmed my hair, and, 
on my word, it was well done. Then, without ask- 
ing me what style I preferred, he shaved me clean. 

I looked with pleasure at my face, once more 

"Antinea must like the American type," I thou^t 


"What an affront to the memory of her worthy 
grandfather, Neptune I'* 

The gay negro entered and placed a package on 
the divan. The barber disappeared. I was some- 
what astonished to observe that the package, which 
my new valet opened carefuUy, contained a suit of 
white flannels exactly like those French officers wear 
in Algeria in summen 

The Wide trousers seemed made to my measure. 
The tunic fitted without a wrinkle, and my aston- 
ishment was unbounded at observing that it even had 
two gilt galons, the insignia of my rank, braided on 
the cuffs. For shoes, there were slippers of red 
Morocco leather, with gold omaments. The under- 
wear, ali of silk, seemed to have come straight f rom 
the me de la Paix, 

"Dinner was excellent,*' I murmured, looking at 
myself in the mirror with satisfaction. "The apart- 
ment is perfectly arranged. Yes, but • . ." 

I could not repress a shudder when I suddenly re- 
called that room of red marble. 

The clock struck half past four. 

Someone rapped gently on the door. The tali 
white Targa, who had brought me, appeared in the 

He stepped forward, touched me on the arm and 
signed for me to foUow. 

Again I foUowed him. 

We passed through interminable corrìdors. I was 


disturbed, but the warm water had givcn me a cer- 
taìn feeling of detachment. And above ali, more 
than I wished to admit, I had a growing sense of 
Hvely curiosity. If, at that moment, someone had 
offered to lead me back to the route across the white 
plain near Shikh-Salah, would I bave accepted? 

I tried to f eel ashamed of my curiosity. I thought 
of Maillefeu. 

"He, too, foUowed this corridor. And now he is 
down there, in the red marble hall." 

I had no rime to Unger over this reminiscence. I 
was suddenly bowled over, thrown to the ground, 
as if by a sort of meteon The corridor was dark ; 
I could see nothing. I heard only a mocking growl. 

The white Targa had flattened himself back 
against the walL 

"Good," I mumbled, picking myself up, "the devil- 
tries are beginning." 

We continued on our way. A glow different from 
that of the rose night lights soon began to light up 
the corridor. 

We reached a high bronze door, in which a strange 
lacy design had been cut in filigree. A clear gong 
sounded, and the doublé doors opened part way. 
The Targa remained in the corridor, closing the 
doors after me. 

I took a few steps forward mechanlcally, dien 
paused, rooted to the spot, and rubbed my eyes. 


I was dazzled by; the sight of the sky. 

Several hours of shaded light had unaccustomed 
me to daylight It poured in through one whole side 
of the huge room. 

The room was in the lower part of this mountain, 
which was more honeycombed with corridors and 
passages than an Egyptian pyramid. It was on a 
level with the garden which I had seen in the mom- 
ing from the balcony, and seemed to be a continua- 
ti on of it; the carpet extended out under the great 
palm trees and the birds flew about the forest of 
pillars in the room. 

By contrast, the half of the room untouched by 
direct light from the oasis seemed dark. The sun, 
setting behind the mountain, painted the garden 
paths with rose and flamed with red upon the tra- 
ditional flamingo which stood with one foot raised 
at the edge of the sapphire lake. 

Suddenly I was bowied over a second time. 

I f elt a warm, silky touch, a buming breath on my 
neck. Again the mocking growl which had so dis- 
turbed me in the corridon 

With a wrench, I puUed myself free and scnt a 
chance blow at my assailant. The cry, this time of 
pain and rage, broke out again. 

It was echoed by a long peal of laughter. Furì- 
ous, I turned to look f or the insolent onlooker, think- 
ing to speak my mind. And then my glance stood 


Antinea was before me. 

In the dimmest part of the room, under a kind of 
ardì Ut by the mauve rays from a dozen incense- 
lamps, four women lay on a heap of many-colored 
cushions and rare white Persian rugs. 

I recognized the first three as Tuareg women, of 
a splendid regular beauty, dressed in magnificent 
robes of white silk embroidered in gold. The f ourth, 
very dark skinned, almost negroid, seemed younger. 
A tunic of red silk enhanced the dusk of her face, 
her arms and her bare f eet The four were grouped 
about a sort of throne of white nigs, covered with a 
gigantic lion's skin, on which, half raised on one el- 
bow, lay Antinea. 

Antinea 1 Whenever I saw her after that, I won- 
dered if I had really looked at her before, so much 
more beautiful did I find her. More beautiful? In- 
adequate word Inadequate languagel But is it 
really the fault of the language or of those who abuse 
the word? 

One could not stand before her without recalling 
the woman for whom Ephractocus overcame Atlas, 
of her for whom Sapor usurped the scepter of Ozy- 
mandias, for whom Mamylos subjugated Susa and 
Tentyris, for whom Antony fled. . • . 

O tremblant coeur humain, si jamais tu vibras 
Cest dans Vétreinte altière et chaude de ses bras. 


An Eg3^tlan klaft fell over her abundant blue- 
black curls. Its two points of heavy, gold-embroid- 
ered doth extended to her slim hips. The golden 
serpent, emerald-eyed, was clasped about her little 
round, determined forehead, darting its doublé 
tongue of rubies over her head. 

She wore a tunic of black chiffon shot with gold, 
very light, very full, slightly gathered in by 
a white muslin scarf embroidered with iris in 
black pearls. 

That was Antinea's costume. But what was she 
beneath ali this ? A slim young girl, with long green 
eyes and the slender profile of a hawk. A more in- 
tense Adonis. A child queen of Sheba, but with a 
look, a smile, such as no Orientai ever had. A mir- 
acle of irony and freedom. 

I did not see her body. Indeed I should not bave 
thought of looking at it, had I had the strength. 
And that, perhaps, was the most extraordinary thing 
about that first impression. In that unforgettable 
moment nothing would bave seemed to me more hor- 
ribly sacrìlegìous than to think of the fifty victims in 
the red marble hall, of the fifty young men who had 
held that slender body in their arms. 

She was stili laughing at me. 

"King Hiram," she called. 

I turned and saw my enemy. 

On the capital of one of the columns, twenty feet 
above the floor, a splendid leopard was crouched. 


He stili looked surly from the blow I had dealt 
hìm. , 

"King Hiram," Antìnea repeated. "Come herc." 

The beast relaxed like a spring releascd. He 
fawned at his mistress's feet I saw his red tong^e 
licking ber bare little ankles. 

"Ask the gentleman's pardon," she said. 

The leopard looked at me spitefuUy. The yellow 
skin of his muzzle puckered about his black mous- 

"Fftt/* he grumbled like a great cat 

"Go," Antinea ordered imperiously. 

The beast crawled reluctantly toward me. He 
laid his head humbly between his paws and waited. 

I stroked his beautiful spotted forehead. 

"You must not be vexed," said Antinea. "He is 
always that way with strangers." 

"Then he must often be in bad humor," I said 

Those were my first words. They brought a smile 
to Antinea's lips. 

She gave me a long, quiet look. 

"Aguida," she said to one of the Targa women, 
"you ^11 give twenty-five pounds in gold to Cegheir- 

"You are a lieutenant?" she asked, after a pause. 


"Where do you come from?" 

"From France." 



I might bave guessed that,** she said ironically, 
"but from what part of France?" 

"From what we cali the Lot-et-Garonne." 

"From what town?" 

"From Duras." 

She reflected a moment. 

"Duras I There is a little river there, the Dropt, 
and a fine old chàteau." 

"You know Duras?" I murmured, amazed. 

"You go there from Bordeaux by a little brandi 
railway," she went on. "It is a shut-in road, with 
vine-covered hills crowned by the f eudal ruins. The 
villages bave beautiful names: Monségur, Sauve- 
terre-de-Guyenne, la Tresne, Créoni . • . Créon, as 
in Antigone." 

"You bave been there ?" 

She looked at me. 

"Don't speak so coldly," she said. "Sooner or 
later we will be intimate, and you may as well lay 
aside f ormali ty now." 

This threatening promise suddenly filled me with 
great bappiness. I thought of Le Mesge's words : 
**Don*t talk until you bave seen ber. When you 
bave seen ber, you will renounce everything for 

"Have I been in Duras?" she went on with a 
burst of laughter. "You are joking. Imagine Nep- 
tune's granddaughter in the first-class compartment 
of a locai train I" 


She polnted to an enormous white rock which tow- 
ered above the palm trees of the garden. 

"That is my horizon," she said gravely. 

She picked up one of several books which lay 
scattered about her on the lion's skin. 

"The time table of the Chemin de Fer de T Questa 
she saiA "Admirable reading for one who nevcr 
budgesl Here it Is half-past Ave in the aftemoon. 
A train, a locai, arrived three minutes ago at Sur- 
gères in the Charente-Inférìeure. It will start on in 
six minutes. In two hours it will reach La Rochelle. 
How strange it seems to think of such things here. 
So far awayl So much commotion therel Here, 
nothing changes.'' 

"You speak French well," I said. 

She gave a little nervous laugh. 

"I bave to. And German, too, and Italian, and 
English and Spanish. My way of living has made 
me a great polyglot But I prefer Prendi, evcn 
to Tuareg and Arabian. It seems as if I had 
always known it And I am not saying diat to 
please you." 

There was a pause. I thought of her grand- 
mother, of whom Plutarch said: "There werc few 
races with which she needed an interpreter. Cleo- 
patra spoke their own language to the Ediiopians, 
to the Troglodytes, the HebrewSi the Arabs» the 
Medes and the Persians.'* 

"Do not stand rooted in the middle of the room. 


You worry me. Come sit hcre, beside me. Move 
over, King Hiram." 

The leopard obeyed with good temper. 

Beside her was an onyx bowl. She took from it 
a perfectly plain ring of orichalch and slipped it on 
my left ring-finger. I saw that she wore one like it. 

"Tanit-Zerga, give Monsieur de Saint-Avit a rose 

The dark girl in red silk obeyed. 

"My private secretary," said Antinea, introduc- 
ing her. ^^Mademoiselle Tanit-Zerga, of Gào, 
on the Niger. Her family is almost as ancient 
as mine." 

As she spoke, she looked at me. Her green eyes 
seemed to be appraising me. 

"And your comrade, the Captain?" she asked in 
a dreamy tone. "I bave not yet seen him. What is 
he like ? Does he resemble you ?" 

For the first time since I had entered, I thought 
of Morhange. I did not answer. 

Antinea smiled. 

She stretched herself out full length on the lion 
skin. Her bare right knee slipped out from under 
her tunic. 

"It is rime to go find him," she said languidly. 
"You will soon receive my orders. Tanit-Zerga, 
show him the way. First take him to fais room. He 
cannot bave seen it" 

I rose and lifted her hand to my lips. She struck 


me with it so sharply as to make my lips bleed, as 
if to brand me as her possessione 

I was in the dark corridor again. The young girl 
in the red silk tunic walked ahead of me. 

"Hcre is your room," she said. "If you wish, I 
will take you to the dining-room. The others are 
about to meet there for dinner.'* 

She spoke an adorable lisping French. 

"No, Tanit-Zerga, I would rathcr stay bere this 
evening. I am not hungry. I am tired." 

"You remember my name?" she said. 

She seemed proud of it I felt that in her I had 
an ally in case of need. 

"I remember your name, Tanit-Zerga, because it 
is beautiful."^ 

Then I added: 

"Now, Icave me, little one. I want to be alone." 

It seemed as ' if she would never go. I was 
touched, but at the same time vexed I felt a great 
need of withdrawing into myself. 

"My room is above yours," she said "There is 
a copper gong on the table bere. You bave only to 
strike if you want anything. A white Targa wili 

For a second, these instructions amused me. I 
was in a hotel in the midst of the Sahara. I had 
only to ring for servite. 

^In Berber, Tanit means a spring; zerga is the femmtne of 
ihe adjecdve azr^, blue. (Note by M. Lerouz.) 


I looked about my room. My room I For how 

It was fairly large. Cushions, a couch, an alcove 
cut into the rock, ali lighted by a great window cov- 
ered by a matting shade. 

I went to the window and raised the shade. The 
lig^ht of the setting sun entered. 

I leaned my elbows on the rocky sili. Inexpres- 
sible emotion fìUed my heart. The window faced 
soutb. It was about two hundred feet above the 
ground. The black, polished volcanic wall yawned 
dizzily beldw me. 

In front of me, perhaps a mile and a half away, 
was another wall, the first enclosure mentioned in 
the Critias. And beyond it in the distance, I saw 
the limitless red desert. 



My fatigue was so great that I lay as if un- 
conscious until the next day. I awoke about three 
o'clock in the afternoon. 

I thought at once of the events of the previous 

"Let me see," I said to myself. "Let us work 
diis out I must begin by consulting Morhangc." 

I was ravenously hungry. 

The gong which Tanit-Zerga had pointed out lay 
within arm's reach. I struck it. A white Targa 

"Show me the way to the library," I ordered. 

He obeyed. As we wound our way through the 
labyrinth of stairs and corridors I realized that I 
could never bave found my way without bis help. 

Morhange was in the library, intently reading a 

"A lost treatise of Saint Optat," he said. "Oh, 

if only Dom Granger were bere. See, it is written 

in semi-uncial characters." 



I did not reply. My eyes were fixed on an object 
which lay on the table beside the manuscrlpt. It wad 
an orichalch ring, exactly like that which Antinea 
had ^ven me the previous day and the one which she 
herself wore. 

M orhange smiled. 



"You bave seen ber?" 

**I bave indced," Morhange replied. 

"She is beautiful, is she not?" 

"It wouid be difficult to dispute that," my com- 
radc answered. "I even believe that I can say that 
she is as intelligent as she is beautiful." 

There was a pause. Morhange was calmly fin- 
gering the orichalch ring. 

"You know what our fate is to be?" 

"I know. Le Mesge explained it to us yesterday 
in polite mythological terms. This evidently is an 
extraordinary adventure." 

He was silente then said, looking at me : 

"I am very sorry to bave dragged you bere. The, 
only mitigating feature is that since last evening you 
scem to bave been hearing your lot very easily." 

Where had Morhange learned this insight into 
the human heart? I did not reply, thus giving bim 
the best of proofs that he had judged correctly. 

"What do you think of doing?" I finally mur- 


He roUed up the manuscript, leaned back com- 
fortably in his armchair and lit a cigan 

"I have thought it over carefuUy. With the aid 
of my conscience I have marked out a line of con- 
duct. The matter is clear and admits no dis- 

"The question is not quìte the same for me as for 
you, because of my semi-religìous character, which, 
I admit, has set out on a rather doubtful adventure. 
To be sure, I have not taken holy orders, but, even 
aside from the fact that the ninth commandment it- 
self forbids my having relations with a woman not 
my wife, I admit that I have no taste for the kind 
of forced servitude for which the excellent Cegheir- 
ben-Cheikh has so kindly recruited us. 

"That granted, the fact remains that my life is 
not my own with the right to dispose of it as might 
a private explprer travelling at his own expenses and 
for his own ends. I have a mission to accomplish, 
results to obtain. If I couid regain my liberty by 
paying the singular ransom which this country ex- 
acts, I should consent to give satisfaction to Antinea 
according to my ability. I know the tolerance of 
the Church, and especially that of the order to which 
I aspire: such a procedure would be ratified im- 
mediately and, who knows, perhaps even approved? 
Saint Mary the Egyptian, gave her body to boat- 
men under similar circumstances. She received only 
glorification for it In so doing she bad the cer- 


tainty of attaining her goal, which was holy. The 
end justified the means. 

"But my case is quite different. If I gìve in to 
the abfurd caprices of this woman, that will not keep 
me from being catalogued down in the red mar- 
Me hall, as Number 54, or as Number 55, if 
she prefers to take you first. Under those con- 
ditions ..." 

"Under those conditions ?" 

"Under those conditions, it would be unpardonable 
for me to acquiesce." 

"Then what do you intend to do ?" 

"What do I intend to do?" Morhange leaned 
back in the armchair and smilingly launched a puff 
of smoke toward the ceiling. 

"Nothing," he said. "And that is ali that is neces- 
aary. Man has this superiority over woman. He 
18 so constructed that he can refuse advances." 

Then he added with an ironical smile : 

"A man cannot be forced to accept unless he 
wishes to." 

I nodded. 

"I tried the most subtle reasoning on Antinea," 
he continued. "It was breath wasted. 'But,' I said 
at the end of my arguments, *why not Le Mesgc?' 
She began to laugh. *Why not the Reverend Spar- 
dek?' she replied. 'Le Mesge and Spardek are sa- 
vants whom I respect. But 


Maudit soit h jamais le réveur inutile, 
Qui voulut, le premier, dans sa stupidite, 
S'éprenant d^un problème insoluble et sterile, 
Aux choses de V amour mèler rhonneteté. 

" *Besides,* she added with that really very charm- 
ing smile of hers, *probably you have not looked 
carefuUy at either of them.' There foUowed sev- 
eral compliments on my figure, to which I found 
nothing to reply, so completely had she disarmed me 
by those four llnes from Baudelaire. 

*'She condescended to explain f urtfaer : Xe Mesge 
is a leamed gentleman whom I find useful. He 
knows Spanish and Italian, keeps my papers in order, 
and is busy working out my gencalogy. The Rev- 
erend Spardek knows English and German. Count 
Bielowsky is thoroughly conversant with the Slavic 
languages. Besides, I love him like a father. He 
knew me as a child when I had not dreamed sudi 
stupid things as you know of me. They are indis- 
pensable to me in my relations with visitors of dif- 
f erent races, although I am beginning to get along 
well enough in the languages which I need. • • . But 
I am talking a great deal, and this is the first time 
that I have ever explained my conduct. Your friend 
is not so curìous.' With that, she dismissed me. A 
strange woman indeed. I think there is a bit of 
Renan in her, but she is déverer than that master of 


"Gèndemen/' said Le Mesge, suddenly cntcring 
the room, "why are you so late ? They are waitìng 
dinner for you/* 

The little Professor was in a particularly good 
humor that evening. He wore a new violet rosette. 

"Well?" he said, in a mocking tone, "you have 
seen her?" 

Neither M orhange nor I replied. 

The Reverend Spardek and the Hetman of Jito- 
mir already had begun eating when we arrived. The 
setting sun threw raspberry lights on the cream-col- 
ored mat 

"Be seated, gentlemen,'* said Le Mesge noisily. 
"Lieutenant de Saint-Avit, you were not with us last 
evening. You are about to taste the cooking of 
Koukou, our Bambara chef, for the first time. You 
must give me your opinion of it." 

A* negro waiter set before me a superb fish cov- 
ered with a pimento sauce as red as tomatoes. 

I bave explained that I was ravenously hungry. 
The dish was exquisite. The sauce immediately 
made me thirsty. \ 

"White Ahaggar, 1879," *he Hetman of Jitomir 
breathed in my ear as he filled my goblet with a dear 
topaz liquid. "I developed it myself : rien pour la 
ìéte, tout pour les jambes/^ 

I emptied the goblet at a gulp. The company be- 
gan to 9ccm charming. * 

"Well, Captain Mòrhange,'* Le Mesge called out 


to my comrade who had taken a mouthful of fish, 
"what do you say to this acanthopterypan? It was 
caught to-day in the lake in the oasis. Do you beg^ 
to admit the hypothesis of the Saharan sea ?'* 

"The fish is an argument," my companion replied. 

Suddenly he became silent. The door had opened. 
A white Targa entered. The diners stopped talk- 

The veiled man walked slowly toward Morhange 
and touched his right arm. 

"Very well," said Morhange. 

He got up and followed the messenger. 

The pitcher of Ahaggar, 1879, stood between me 
and Count Bielowsky. I fiUed my goblet — z goblet 
which held a pint, and gulped it down. 

The Hetman looked at me sympathetically. 

"Ha, ha 1" laughed Le Mesge, nudging me witii 
his elbow. "Antinea has respect for the hierarchic 

The Reverend Spardek smiled modestly. 

"Ha, ha I'^ laughed Le Mesge again. 

My glass was empty. For a moment I was 
tempted to hurl it at the head of the Fellow in Hìs- 
tory. But what of it? I filled it and emptied it 

"Morhange will miss this delidous roast of mut- 
ton," said the Professor, more and more hilarious, 
as he awarded himself a thick slice of meat 

"He won't regret it," said the Hetman crossly. 


"This is not toast ; it is ram*s horn. Really Koukou 
is beginning to make fun of us.'* 

"Blame ìt on the Reverend,'* the shrill voice of 
Le M esge cut in. "I have told him often enough to 
hunt other proselytes and leave our cook alone/' 

"Professor," Spardek began with dignity. 

"I maintain my contention," cried Le Mesge, who 
seemed to me to be getting a bit overloaded. "I 
cali the gentleman to witness," he went on, tuming 
to me. "He has just come. He is unbiased. 
Therefore I ask him: has one the rìght to spoil a 
Bambara cook by addling bis head with theological 
discussions for which he has no predisposition ?" 

"Alas I" the pastor replied sadly. "You are mis- 
taken. He has only too strong a propensity to con- 

"Koukou is a good-for-nothing who uses Colas* 
cow as an excuse for doing nothing and letting our 
scallops bum," declared the Hetman. "Long live 
the Popel" he cried, fiUing the glasses ali 

"I assure you that this Bambara worrìes me,*' 
Spardek went on with greSt dignity. "Do you know 
T^at he has come to ? He denies transubstantiatìon. 
He is within an inch of the heresy of Zwingli 
and Oecolampades. Koukou denies transubstan- 

"Sir," said Le Mesge, very much exdted, "cooks 
should be left in peace. Jesus, whom I consider as 


good a dieolo^an as you, understood tfaat, and it 
never occurred to him to cali Martha away from 
her oven to talk nonsense to her/* 

"Exactly so," said the Hetman appro^ngly. 

He was holding a jar between his knees and trying^ 
to draw its cork. 

"Oh, Còtes Róties, wine from the Cote-Rotiel" 
he murmured to me as he fìnally succeeded. "Touch 

"Koukou denles transubstantiadon," die pastor 
condnued, sadly emptying his glass. 

"Eh 1" said the Hetman of Jitomir in my ear, "let 
them talk on. Don't you see diat they are quite 

His own voice was thick. He had the greatèst 
difficulty in the world in fiUing my goblet to die 

I wanted to push the pitcher away. Then an idea 
came to me : 

"At this very moment, Morhange . . ..What- 
ever he may say • • • She is so beautiful." 

I reached out for die glass and emptied it once 

Le Mesge and the pastor were now engaged in die 
most extraordinary religious controversy, throwing 
at each other's heads the Book of Common Prayer, 
The Dedaradon of the Rights of Man, and the 
Unigenitus. Little by litde, the Hetman began to 
show that ascendancy over them, which is the char- 


acterìstic of a man of the world even when he 1$ 
thoroughly drunk; the superiority of educatìon over 

Count Bleiowsky had drunk five times as mudi as 
the Professor or the pastor. But he carrìed hit 
wine ten times better. 

"Let US Icave these drunken fellows,'* he said with 
disgust. "Come on, old man. Our partners are 
waiting in the gaming room/' 

'ladies and gentlemen/* said the Hetman as we 
entered. "Permit me to present a new player to 
you, my friend, Lieutenant de Saint-Avit" 

"Let it go at that," he murmured in my ear. 
"They are the servants. But I like to fool myself, 
you see." * 

I saw that he was very drunk indeed 

The gaming room was very long and narrow. A 
huge table, almost level with the floor and sur- 
rounded with cushions on which a dozen natìves 
were lying, was the chief article of fumiture. Two 
engravings on the wall gave evidence of the hap- 
piest broadmindedness in taste; one of da Vinci*s 
St. John the Baptist, and the Maison des Dernières 
Cartouches of Alphonse de Neuville. 

On the table were earthenware goblets. A heavy 
jar held palm liqueun 

I recognized acquaintances among those present; 
my masseur, the manicure, the barber, and two or 


three Tuareg who had lowered their veils and were 
gravely smoking long pipes. While waiting for 
something better, ali were plunged In the delights of 
a card game that looked like ''rams/' Two of An- 
tinea's beautiful ladies in waiting, Aguida and Sydia, 
were among the number. Their smooth bistre skins 
gleamed béneath veils shot wìth Silver. I was sony 
not to see the red silk tunic of Tanit-Zerga. Again, 
I thought of Morhange, but only for an instant. 

''The chips, Koukou,'' demanded the Hetman. 
"We are not bere to amuse ourselves." 

The Zwinglian cook placed a box of many-colored 
chips in front of him. Count Bielowsky set about 
counting them and arranging them in little piles with 
infinite care. 

"The white are worth a /oi/w/' he explained to 
me. "The red, a hundred francs. The yellow, fivc 
hundred. The green, a thousand. Oh, it*s the devil 
of a game that we play here. You will see." 

"I open with ten thousand,** said the Zwinglian 

"Twelve thousand,'* said the Hetman. 

"Thirteen," said Sydya with a slow smile, as she 
seated herself on the count*s knee and began to ar- 
range ber chips lovingly in little piles. 

"Fourteen,** I said. 

"Fifteen,** said the sharp voice of Rosita, the old 

"Seventeen,** proclalmed the Hetman. 


"Twenty thousand," the cook broke in. 

He hammered on the table and, casting a defiant 
look at US, repeated : 

"I take it at twcnty thousand." 

The Hetman made an impatient gesture. 

"That devil, Koukoul You can't do anythìng 
against the beast. You will bave to play carefuUy, 

Koukou had taken bis place at the end of the table. 
He threw down the cards with an air which abashed 

''I told you so; the way it was at Anna Deslions'," 
the Hetman murmured proudly. 

"Make your bcts, gentlemcn," yelped the negro. 
"Make your bets.** 

"Wait, you beast," called Bielowsky. "Don't you 
see that the glasses are empty? Here, Cacambo." 

The goblets were fiUed immediately by the jolly 

''Cut," said Koukou, addressing Sydya, the beau- 
tiful Targa who sat at bis right. 

The girl cut, like one who knows superstitions, 
with her left band. But it must be said that ber 
rìght was busy lifting a cup to her llps. I watch^d 
the curve of her beautiful throat 

**My deal," said Koukou. 

We were thus arranged : at the left, the Hetman, 
Aguida, whose waist he had encircied with the most 
arìstocratic freedom, Cacambo, a Tuareg woman, 


then two veiled negroes who were watching the game 
intcndy. At the rigiit, Sydya, mysclf, the old mani- 
cure, Rositai Barouf, the barber, another woman 
and two white Tuareg, grave and attentive» exactly 
opposite those on the left. 

"Give me onc," said the Hetman. 

Sydya made a negative gesture. 

Koukou drew, passed a four-spot to the Hetman, 
gave himself a live. 

"Eight," announced Bielowsky. 

"Six/' said pretty Sydya. 

"Seven," broke in Koukou. "One card makes up 
for another/' he added coldly. 

"I doublé," said the Hetman. 

Cacambo and Aguida followed his example. On 
our side, we were more careful. The manicure espe- 
cially would not risk more than twenty francs at a 

"I demand that the cards be evened up," said 
Koukou imperturbably. 

"This fellow is unbearable," grumbled the count. 
"There, are you satisfied?" 

Koukou dealt and laid down a nine. 

"My country and my honorl" raged Bielowsky. 
"I had an eight." 

I had two kings, and so showed no ili temper. 
Rosita took the cards out of my hands. 

I watched Sydya at my right. Her heavy black 
hair covered her shoulders. She was really very 


beautiful, thougb a bit tipsy, as were ali tfaat fan- 
tasie company. She looked at me, too, but 
with lowered eyelids, like a timid little wild 

"Oh/' I thought "She may well be afraid. I am 
labelled *No trespassing.' " 

I touched her foot. She drew it back in 

"Who wants cards?" Koukou demanded. 

"Not I," said the Hetman. 

"Served," said Sydya. 

The cook drew a four. 

"Nine," he said 

"That card was meant for me," cursed the count. 
"And five, I had a five. If only I had never prom- 
ìsed his Majesty the Emperor Napoleon III never 
to cut fives ! There are times when it is hard, very 
hard. And look at that beast of a negro who plays 

It was true. Koukou swept in three-quarters of 
the chips, rose with dignity, and bowed to the com- 

"Till to-morrow, gcntlemen." 

"Get along, the whole pack of you," ho^ded the 
Hetman of Jitomir. "Stay with me, Lieutenant de 

When we were alone, he poured out another huge 
cupfuU of liqueur. The ceiling of the room was lost 
in the gray smoke. 


"What rime is it?" I askcd. 

"After midnight. But you are not golng to Icaire 
me Iike this, my dcar boy? I am heavy-heartccL** 

He wcpt bittcrly. The tail of his coat spread out 
on the divan behind him Iike the apple-green wings of 
a beetle. 

"Isn't Aguida a beauty?** he went on, stili weep- 
ing. "She makes me think of the Countess de Te- 
ruel, though she is a little darker. You know the 
Countess de Tereul, Mercedes, who went in bath- 
ìng nude at Biarritz, in front of the rock of the 
Virgin, one day when Prince Bismarck was standing^ 
on the foot-bridge. You do not rcmember hcr? 
Mercedes de Temei.*' 

I shrugged my shoulders. 

"I forget; you must bave been too young. Two, 
perhaps three years old. A child. Yes, a diild. 
Oh, my child, to bave been of that generation and 
to be reduced to playing cards with savages. • • • I 
must teli you . . .*' 

I stood up and pushed him off. 

"Stay, stay,'* he implored. **I will teli you cvcry- 
thing you want to know, how I came bere, thlngs I 
bave never told anyone. Stay, I must unbosom my- 
self to a true friend. I will teli you cverything, I 
repeat I trust you. You are a Frenchman, a gen- 
tleman. I know that you will repeat nothing to ber.** 

"That I will repeat nothing to ber? . . • To 
whom ?** 


Hìs voice stuck in his throat. I thought I saw a 
shudder of fear pass over him. 

"To hcr . . • to Antìnea," he murmurcd. 
I sat down again. 



CoUNT Casimir had reached that stage whcrc 
drunkenness takes on a kind of gravity, of regret- 

He thougfat a little, then began iiis story. I re- 
gret that I cannòt reproduce more perfectly its 
archaic flavon 

*'When the grapes begin to color in Antinea's 
garden, I shall be sixty-eight. It is very Siad, my dear 
boy, to bave sowed ali your wild oats. It isn't true 
that life is always beg^nning over again. How 
bitter, to bave known the Tuilerìes in 1860, 
and to bave reached the point where I am 

"One evening, just before the war (I remcmbcr 

that Victor Black was stili living), some charming 

women whose names I need not disclose (I read the 

names of their sons f rom time to time in the society 

news of the Gaulois) expressed to me their desire 

to rub elbows with some real demi-mondaines of the 

artist quarter. I took them to a ball at the Grande 



Chaumìtre. There was a crowd of young painters, 
models, students. In the midst of the uproar, scv- 
eral couples danced the cancan tlll the chandeliers 
shook with it. We noticed especially a little, daiic 
man, dressed in a miserable top-coat and diedced 
trousers which assuredly knew the support of no 
suspenders. He was cross-eyed, with a wretched 
beard and hair as greasy as could be. He bounded 
and kidced extravagantly. The lacfies called him 
Leon Gambetta. 

**What an annoyance, when I realize tfaat I need 
only bave felled this wretched lawyer with one pistol 
shot to bave guaranteed perfect happiness to myself 
and to my adopted country, for, my dear fellow, I 
am French at heart, if not by birth. 

"I was bom in 1829, at Warsaw, of a Polish 
father and a Russian mother. It is from ber that I 
hold my title of Hetman of Jitomir. It was re- 
stored to me by Czar Alexander II on a request 
made to him on his visit to Paris, by my august liiat- 
ter, the Emperor Napoleon HI. 

"For politicai reasons, which I cannot describe 
without retelling the histofy of unfortunate Poland, 
my father, Count Bielowsky, left Warsaw ih 1830, 
and went to live in London. After the death of my 
mother, he began to squander his immense fortune 
— from sorrow, he said. When, in bis rime, he died 
at the period of the Prichard affair, he left me barely 
a thousand pounds sterling of income, plus two or 


three systems of gaming, the impracticability of 
which I leamed later. 

"I will nevcr be ablc to think of my ninctccndi 
and twcnticth ycars \nthout emotìon, f or I then cora- 
pletely liquidated this small inherìtance. London 
was indeed an adorable spot in those days. I had a 
jolly bachelor's apartment in Piccadilly. 

^* TiccadiUy I Shops, palaces, bustle and breeze, 
The whirling of wheels and the murmur of trees.' 

"Fox hundng in a briska, driving a buggy in Hydc 
Park, the rout, not to mention the delightful little 
parties with the light Venuses of Drury Lane, diis 
took ali my time. Ali? I am unjust. There was 
also gaming, and a sentiment of fìlial piety forced 
me to verify the systems of the late Count, my father. 
It was gaming which was the cause of the event I 
must describe to you, by which my life was to be so 
strangely changed. 

"My friend. Lord Malmesbury, had said to me a 
hundred times, 'I must take you to see an exquisite 
creature who lives in Oxford Street, number 277, 
Miss Howard.' One evening I went with him, It 
was the twenty-second of February, 1848. The mìs- 
tress of the house was really marvelously beautiful, 
and the guests were charming. Besides Malmes- 
bury, I observed scveral acquaintances : Lord Cleb- 
den. Lord Chestcrfield, Sir Francis Mountjoye, 


Major in the Second Life Gus^rds, and Count 
d'Orsay. They playcd cards and then began to 
talk politìcs, Evcnts in France played the main part 
in the conversation and they discussed endlessly the 
consequences of the revolt that had broken out in 
Paris that samc moming, in consequence of the inter- 
diction of the banquet in the I2th arrondissement, 
of which word had just been received by telegram. 
Up to that time, I had never bothered myself with 
public affairs. So I don't know what moved me to 
affimi with the impetuosity of my nineteen years that 
the news from France meant the Republic next day 
and the Empire the day after. • • . 

"The company received my sally with a discreet 
laugh, and their looks were centered on a guest who 
made the fifth at a houìllotte table where they had 
just stopped playing. 

"The guest smiled, too. He rose and came to- 
wards me. I observed that he was of middle height, 
perhaps even shorter, buttoned tightly into a blue 
f rock coaty and that his eye had a far-off, dreamy 

"Ali the players watched this scene with delighted 

" *Whom bave I the honor of addressing?' he 
asked in a very gentle voice. 

" *Count Bielowsky,' I answered cooUy to show 
him that the diff erence in our ages was not sufficient 
to justify the interrogadon. 


" *Well, my dcar Count, may your prediction in- 
dced bc rcalized; and I hopc that you will not 
neglect the Tuilerics,* said the guest in Ae blue coat, 
with a smile. 

"And he added, finally consentìng to prcsent him- 
self : 

" Trince Louia-Napoleon Bonapartc/ 

"I played no active ròle in Ac coup JPéut, and I 
do not regret it. It is a prìnciple with me that a 
stranger should not meddle with the internai affairs 
of a country. The prince understood this discretion, 
and did not forgét the young man who had been of 
such good omen to hlm. 

"I was one of the first whom he called to die 
Elysée. My fortune was definitely established by a 
defamatory note on *Napoleon the little.' The ncxt 
ycar, when Mgr. Sibour was out of the way, I was 
made Gentleman of the Chamber, and the Emperor 
was even so kind as to bave me marry the daughter 
of the Marshal Repeto, Duke of Mondovì, 

"I bave no scruple in announcing that diis union 
was not what it should bave been. The Countess, 
who was ten years older than I, was crabbed and 
not particularly prctty. Moreover, her family had 
insisted resolutely on a marriage portion. Now I 
had nothing at this time exccpt the twenty-five thou- 
sand pounds for my appointmcnt as Gentleman of the 
Chamber. A sad lot for anyone on intimate terms 


with the Count d'Orsay and the Duke of Gramont- 
Caderousse I Witfaout the kindness of the Emperor, 
where would I ha ve been? 

•*Onc moming in the sprìng of 1852, I was in 
my study opening my mail. There was a letter f rom 
His Majcsty, calling me to the Tuilcries at four 
o^dock ; a letter f rom Clementine, inf orming me that 
she expected me at live o'clock at her house. Clem- 
entine was the beautiful one for whom, just then, 
I was ready to commit any foUy. I was so proud 
of her that, one evening at the Maison Dorée, I 
flaunted her before Prince Mettemich, who was 
tremendously taken with her. Ali the court envied 
me that conquest ; and I was morally obliged to con- 
tinue to assume its expenses. And then Clementine 
was so prettyl The Emperor himself . . . The 
other letters, good lord, the other letters were the 
bills of the dressmakers of that young person, who, 
in spite of my discreet remonstrances, insisted on 
having them sent to my conjugal dwelling. 

"There were bills for something over forty thou- 
sand f rancs : gowns and ball dresses f rom Gagelin- 
Opigez, 23 Rue de Richelieu ; hats and bonnets f rom 
Madame Alexandrine, 14 Rue d'Antin; lingerìe and 
many petticoats from Madame Pauline, 100 Rue 
de Clery; dress trìmmings and gloves from the Fille 
de Lyon, 6 Rue de la Chaussée d^Antin; foulards 
from the Malie des Indes; handkerchiefs from the 


Compagnie Irlandaìse; laces from Ferguson; cos- 
metics from Candès. . . . This whitening cream of 
Candès, in particular, overwhclmed me tnth stupe- 
faction. The bill showed fifty-one flasks. Six hun- 
dred and twenty-seven francs and fifty centimes' 
worth of whitening cream from Candès. • • . 
Enough to soften the skin of a squadron of a hun- 
dred guards I 

" *This can't keep on,' I said, putting the bills in 
my pocket. 

"At ten minutes to four, I crossed the wicket by 
the Carrousel. 

''In the Salon of the aides de camp I happened on 

" *The Emperor has the grippe,* he said to me^ 
'He is keeping to his room. He has given orders 
to bave you admitted as soon as you arrìve. 

"His Majesty, dressed in a braided vest and Cos- 
sack trousers, was meditating bef ore a window. The 
pale green of the Tuileries showed luminously under 
a gentle warm shower. 

" *Ah ! Here he is/ said Napoleon. *Here, havc 
a cigarette. It seems that you had great doings, 
you and Gramont-Caderousse, last evening, at the 
Chdteau des FleursJ 

**I smiled with satisfaction. 
'So Your Majesty knows already . . .' 
1 know, I know vagucly.' 

41 e 


" *Do you know Gramont-Cadcroussc's last 

** *No, but you are going to teli it to me/ 

" *Herc goes, thcn. We were five or six : myself , 
Vici-Castel, Gramont, Pcrsigny . . .' 

" Tcrsigny 1' said the Empcron *Hc has no right 
to associate with Gramont, after ali that Paris says 
about bis wife.* 

** ^Just so. Sire. Well, Persigny was excited, no 
doubt about it. He began telling us how troubled 
he was because of the Duchess's conduct.' 

" *This Fialin isn't over tactful,' murmured the 

" 'Just so. Sire. Then, does Your Majesty know 
what Gramont hurled at him?' 

" *What?' 

" *He said to him, ''Monsteur le Due, I f orbid you 
to speak ili of my mistress before me.*' 

" 'Gramont goes too far,* said Napoleon with a 
dreamy smile. 

" *That is what we ali thought, including Vici- 
Castel, who was nevertheless delighted.' 

" *Apropos of this,' said Napoleon after a silence, 
*I bave f orgotten to ask you f or news of the Countess 

" 'She is very well, Sire, I thank Your Ma- 

" *And Clementine? Stili the same dcar child?' 

" *Always, Sire. But • • .' 

ly in love*** 
Bot tbU honor 

ye» of *« Em- 

int srnlle- 
•s scrvice- 


tary enterei 

io. Expl.l»'"° 



Mbdess h»rf " " 
Henry !)»«?"'[• 

MocquMd, 'IM «■ 
Uriy daring trip » 
M. Vnim de Saint 


Martin, whom I bave seen recently has assured me 
that the Geographical Society intends to confer its 
great gold medal upon him, in recognition of these 
exploits. In the course of his trip, M. Duvreyrier 
has entered into negotiations with the chiefs of the 
people who always have been so rebellious to His 
Majesty's armies, the Tuaregh 

"I looked at the Emperor. My bewilderment was 
such that he began to laugh. 

" *Listen,' he said. 

" *M. Duveyrier,' continued Mocquard, Vas able 
to arrange to have a delegation of these chiefs come 
to Paris to present their respects to His Majesty. 
Very important results may arise f rom this visit, and 
His Excellency the Colonial Minister, does not de- 
spair of obtaining the signature of a treaty of com- 
merce, reserving special advantages to our fellow 
countrymen. These chiefs, fìve of them, among them 
Sheik Otham, Amenokal or Sultan of the Confedera- 
tion of Adzger, arrive to-morrow moming at the 
Gare de Lyon* M. Duveyrier will meet them. But 
the Emperor has thought that besides . . / 

" *I thought,* said Napoleon III, delighted by my 
bewilderment, *I thought that it was correct to have 
some one of the Gentlemen of my Chamber wait 
upon the arrivai of these Mussulman dignitaries. 
That is why you are bere, my poof Bielowsky. 
Don't be frightened,' he added, laughing harden 
*You will have M. Duveyrier with you. You are 


charged only with the special part of the reception: 
to accompany these prìnces to the lunch that I am 
gìving them to-morrow at the Tuilcries; then, in the 
evening, discreetly on account of their religious 
scruples, to succced in giving them a very high idea 
of Parisian civilization, with nothing exaggerated: 
do not forget that in the Sahara thcy are very hig^ 
religious dignitaries. In that respect, I have con- 
fìdence in your tact and give you carte bianche. . • • 
Mocquard I' 


" *You will apportion on the budget, half to For- 
eign Affairs, half to the Colonies, the funds Count 
Bielowsky will need for the reception of the Tuareg 
delegation. It seems to me that a hundred thousand 
francs, to begin . . . The Count has only to teli 
you if he is forced to exceed that figure.' 

"Clementine lived on the Ruc Boccador, in a little 
Moorish pavillion that I had bought for her from 
M. de Lesseps. I found her in bed. VWicn she 
saw me, she burst into tears. 

" *Great fools that we are I' she murmured amidst 
her sobs, 'what have we done I' 

" 'Clementine, teli me I' 

" *What have we done, what have we donc V she 
repeated, and I felt against me, her floods of black 
hair, her warm cheek which was fragrant with eau 
de Nanon. 


"'Whatisit? Whatcanitber 

" 'It 18 . . .' and shc murmured something in my 

" *No I' I said, stupefìe A * Are you quitc sure ?' 

" *Am I quite sure V 

"I was thunderstruck. 

" *You don't seem mudi pleased/ she said sharply. 

" 'I did not say that. . . . Though, really, I am 
very much pleased, I assure you.' 

" Prove it to me; let uà spend the day togedier 

" *To-morrow I' I stammered. ^Impossible I* 

** *Wliy?* she demanded suspiciously. 

" ^Because to-morrow, I have to pilot the Tuareg 
mission about Paris. The Emperor's orders.' 

" What bluff is this?' asked Clementine. 

^* 'I admit that nothing so much resembles a lie as 
the truth.' 

"I retold Mocquard's story to Clementine, as well 
as I could. She listened to me with an expression 
that said : *you can't f ool me that way/ 

"Finally, furious, I burst out: 

" Tou can see for yourself. I am dining with 
them, to-morrow; and I invite you.' 

" *I shall be very pleased to come,' said Clemen- 
tine with great dignity. 

"I admit that I lacked self-control at that minute. 
But think what a day it had been I Forty thousand 
f rancs of bills as soon as I woke up. The ordeal of 


escorting the savages around Paris ali the next day. 
And, quite unexpectedly, the announcement of an 
approaching irregular patemity. . . . 

" 'After ali,' I thought, as I retumed to my house, 
*these are the Emperor's orders. He has com- 
manded me to give the Tuareg an idea of Parìsian 
dvilizatlon. Clementine comports herself very well 
in society and just now it would not do to aggravate 
her. I will engagé a room f or to-morrow at the 
Café de Paris, and teli Gramont-Caderousse and 
Viel-Castel to bring their silly niistresses. It will 
be very Prendi to enjoy the attitude of these diil- 
dren of the desert in the mìdst of this little party.' 

"The train from Marseilles arrived at 10:20. 
Oh the platform I found M. Duveyrier, a young man 
of twenty-three with blue eyes and a little blond 
beard. The Tuareg fell into bis arms as they de- 
scended from the train. He had lived with them for 
two years, in their tents, the devil knows where. He 
presented me to their chief, Sheik Otham, and to 
four others, splendid fellows in their blue cotton 
draperies and their amulets of red leather. For- 
tunately, they ali spoke a kind of sahir ^ which helped 
things along. 

"I only mention in passing the lundi at the Tuil- 
eries, the visits in the evening to the Museum, to the 
Hotel de Ville, to the Imperiai Printing Press. Eadi 

^Dialect spoken in Algeria and the Levant— a mixture of 
Arabian, French, Italian and Spanish. 


lime, the Tuarcg ìnscribcd their names in the regÌ8- 

try of the place they wcrc visiting. It was intermin- 

able. To givc you an idea, here is the complete 

name of Sheik Otham alone : Otham-ben-el-Hadj-el- 

Bekri-ben-el-Hadj-el-Faqqi-ben-Mohammad - Bouya- 


"And there were five of them like that! 

"I maintalned my good humor, however, becauie 

on the boulevards, everywhere, our success was co- 

lossal. At the Café de Parts, at six-thirty, it 

amounted to frenzy. The delegation, a little drunk, 

embraced me: *Bono, Napoléon; bono, Eugénie; 

botto, Casimir; bono, Christians/ Gramont-Cade- 

rousse and Vìel Castel were already in booth num- 

ber eight, with Anna Grimaldi, of the Foliet Dra- 

matiques, and Hortense Scfaneider, both beautiful 

enough to strìke terror to the heart. But the palm 

was for my dear Clementine, when she entered. I 

must teli you how she was dressed : a gown of white 

tulle, over China blue tarletan, with pleatings, and 

ruffles of tulle over the pleatings. The tulle skirt 

was caught up on each side by garlands of green 

leaves mingled with rose dusters. Thus it formed 

a valence which allowed the tarletan skirt to show 

in front and on the sides. The garlands were caught 

^I have siicceeded in finding on the registry of the Imperlai 
Printing Press the names of the Tuareg chiefs and those who 
accompankd them on their visit, M. Henry Duve3rrìer and the 
Comi Bielowsky. (Note by M. Leroux.) 


up io the belt and, in the space between their 
branches, were knots of rose satin with long ends. 
The pointed bodice was draped with tulle, the bil- 
lowy bertha of tulle was edged with lace. By way 
of head-dress, she had placed upon her black locks 
a diadem crown of the same flowers. Two long 
leafy tendrils were twined in her hair and f eli on her 
neck. As cloak, she had a kind of scarf of blue 
cashmere embroidered in gold and lined with blue 

"So much beauty and splendor immecKately moved 
the Tuareg and, espedally, Clcmentìne's right-hand 
neighbor, El-Hadj-ben-Guemama, brother of Sheik 
Otham and Sultan of Ahaggar. By the time the 
soup arrived, a bouillon of wild game, seasoned with 
Tokay, he was already much smitten. When they 
served the compete of fruits Martinique à la liqueur 
de Mtne. Amphoux, he showed every indication of 
illimitable passion. The Cyprian wine de la Com- 
manderie made him quite sure of bis sentiments. 
Hortense kicked my foot under the table. Gramont, 
intending to do the same to Anna, made a mistake 
and aroused the indignant protests of one of the 
Tuareg. I can safely say that when the time came 
to go to Mabnie, we were enlightened as to the man- 
ner in which our visitors respected the prohibition 
decreed by the Prophet in respect to wine. » 

"At Mabille, while Clementine, Hortense, Anna, 
Ludovic and the three Tuareg gave themselves over 

ii il 


to the wlldest gallops, Sheik Otham took me aslde 
and confided to me, with visiblc emotion, a certain 
commlssion with which he had just been charged 
by his brother» Sheik Ahmed. 

"The next day, very early, I reached Clémentìne's 

" *My dear,' I began, after having waked ber, not 
ndthout difficulty, 'listen to me. I want to talk to 
you seriously.* 

'She rubbed ber eyes a bit crossly. 
^How did you like that young Arabian gentle- 
man who was so taken with you last night ?' 

" *Why, well enough,' she said, blusElng. 

" *Do you know that in his country, he is the sov- 
ereign prince and reigns over territories live or six 
times greater than those of our august master, the 
Emperor Napoleon III ?* 

" *He murmured somcthing of that kind to me,' 
she said, becoming interested 

" *Well, would it plea-e you to mount on a throne, 
like our august sovereign, the Empress Eugénie?' 

"Clementine looked startled. 

" *His own brother, Sheik Otham, has charged 
me in his name to make this off er.' 

"Clementine, dumb with amazement, dia not re- 

I, Empress I' she finally stammered. 

The decision rests with you. They must Jiave 

i( i' 



your answer before midday. If it is ^yes/ we lunch 
together at Voisin's, and the bargain is made.' 

^1 saw that she had already made up her mlnd, 
but she thought it well to display a little sentimenL 

" *And you, you 1' she groaned "To leave you 
thus. • . • Neverl' 

" *No foolishness, dear child,* I said gently. *You 
don't know perhaps that I am ruined. Yes, com* 
pletely: I don't even know how I am going to pay 
for your complexion cream 1' 

" 'Ah V she sighed 

"She added, however, *And ... the child?' 

" What chlldr 

" *Our child . . . our child.' 

" *Ah I That is so. Why, you will nave to put it 
down to profìt and loss. I am even convinced diat 
Shelk Ahmed will find that it resembles him.' 

" 'You can tura everything into a joke/ she said 
between laughing and crying. 

"TJie next moming, at the same hour, the Mar- 
seilles express carried away the five Tuareg and 
Clementine. The young woman, radiant, was lean- 
ing on the arm of Sheik Ahmed, who was beside 
himself with Joy. 

"*Have you many shops in your capital?* she 
asked him languidly. 

"And he, smiling broadly under bis veil, replied: 

'^ ^Besef, besef, bono, roumis, bono/ 


**At the last moment, Clementine had a pang of 

** Xisten, Casìmìr, you have always been kind to 
me. I am going to be a queen. If you weary of it 
here, promise me, swear to me . . .' 

"The Sheik had understood- He took a ring from 
his finger and slipped It onto mine. 

" *Sidi Casimir, comrade,' he affirmed. *You come 
— find US. Take Sidi Ahmed's ring and show it 
Everybody at Ahaggar comrades. Bono Ahaggar, 

"When I came out of the Gare de Lyon^ I had the 
feeling of having perpetrated an excellent joke." 

The Hetman of Jitomir was completely drunk. I 
had had the utmost difficulty in understancUng the 
end of his story, because he interjected, every other 
moment, couplets from Jacques Offenbach's best 

Dans un bois passati un jeune hotnme, 
Un jeune homme frais et beau, 
Sa main tenait une pomme, 
Vous voyez d'ici le tableau. 

"Who was disagreeably surprised by the fall of 
Sedan? It was Casimir, poor old Casimir I Pive 
thousand louis to pay by the fifth of September, and 
net the first sou, no, not the first sou. I take my hat 


and my courage and go to the Tuileries. No more 
Emperor there, no I But the Empress was so kind. 
I found her alone — ah, people scatter quickly under 
such circumstances I — alone with a senator, M. 
Mérimée, the only literary man I have ever known 
who was at the same tlme a man of the world. 
'Madame,' he was saying to her, *you must givc up 
ali hope. M. Thiers, whom I just met on the Pont 
Royal, wouid listen to nothing.' 

" 'Madame,' I sald In my tum, Tour Majesty al- 
ways will know where her true f rìends are' 

''And I kissed her hand. 

**Evohé, que les déesses 
Ont de droles de faqons 
Pour enjóler, pour enjoler, pour enjóler les gaàar^ 

"I retumed to my home in the Rue de Lille. Qn 
the way I encountered the rabbie ^oing from the 
Corps Législatif to the Hotel de VMe. My mind 
was ma de up. 

'* 'Madame,' I said to my wife, 'my pistols.' 
"'What is the matter?' she asked, fright- 

" 'AH is lost. But there is stili a chance to pre- 
serve my honor. I am going to be killed on the bar- 

" 'Ah I Casimir,' she sobbcd, falling into my 


arms. *I havc misjudged you. Will you forgivc 

" *I forgivc you, Aurelic,* I said with dignifìed 
emotìon. *I have not always bcen right myself.' 

*'I tore myself away f ro*m this mad scene. It was 
8Ìx o'clock. On the Rue de Bac, I halled a cab on its 
mad career. 

" *Twenty franca tip/ I said to the coachman, *if 
you get to the Gare de Lyon in rime for the Mar- 
seilles train, sìx thirty-seven.' " 

The Hetman of Jitomir could say no more. He 
had roUed over on the cushions and slept wìth 
denched fists. 

I walked unsteadily to the great window. 

The sun was rising, pale yellow, behind the sharp 
blue mountains. 



It WAS at night that Saint-Avit liked to teli me a 
little of his enthralling history. He gave it to me in 
short instalments, exact and chronological, never an- 
tirìpating the episodes of a drama whose tragic out- 
come I knew already. Not that he wished to obtain 
more effect that way — ^I felt that he was far re- 
moved from any calculation of that sorti Simply 
from the extraordinary nervousness into which he 
was thrown by recalling sucfa memories. 

One evening, the mail from France had just ar- 
rìved. The letters that Chatelain had handed 
US lay upon the litde table, not yet opened. By the 
light of the lamp, a pale halo in the midst of the 
great black desert, we were able to recognize the 
writìng of the addresses. Oh I die victorious smile' 
of Saint-Avit wfaen, pushing aside ali those letters, I 
said to him in a trembling voice : 

"Go on." I 

He acquiesced without further words. 

"Nothing can give you any idea of the fever I 



was in from the day when the Hetman of Jitomir 
told me of hls adventures to the day when I found 
myself in the presence of Antinea. The strangest 
part was that the thought that I was, in a way, con- 
demned to death, did not enter into this fever. On 
the contrary, it was stimulated by my desire f or the 
event which would be the signal of my downfall» the 
summons from Antinea. But this sunmions was not 
speedy in coming. And from this delay, arose my 
unhealthy exasperation. 

Did I have any lucid moments in the course of 
these hours? I do not think so. I do not recali 
having even said to myself, "What, aren't you 
ashamed? Captive in an qnheard of situation, you 
not only are not trying to escape, but you even bless 
your servitude and look forward to your min." I 
did not even color my desire to remain there, to en- 
joy the next step in the adventure, by the pretext 
I might have given — unwillingness to escape without 
Morhange. If I felt a vague uneasiness at not see- 
ing him again, it was not because of a desire to know 
that he was well and saf e. 

Well and sa fé, I knew him to be, moreover. The 
Tuareg slaves of Antinea^s household were certainly 
not very còmmunicative. The women were hardly 
more loquacious^ I heard, it is true, from Sydya 
and Aguida, that my companion liked pomegratxates 
or that he could not endure kouskous of bananas. 
But if I asked for a different kind of information, 


they fled, in f right, down the long corridors. With 
Tanit-Zcrga, It was different This child seemed to 
havc a distaste for mentioning before me anything 
hearing in any way upon Antinea. Nevertheless, I 
knew that she was devoted to her mistress with a 
doglike fidelity. But she maintained an obstinate 
silence if I pronounced her name or, persistìng, the 
name of Morhange. 

As for the Europeans, I did not care to question 
these sinister puppets. Besides, ali t&ree were diffi- 
cult of approach. The Hetman of Jitomir was sink- 
ing deeper and deeper into alcohoL What intelli- 
gence remained to him, he seemed to have dissolved 
the evening when he had invoked his youth for me. 
I met him from time to timo in the corridors that 
had become ali at once too narrow for him, hum- 
ming in a thick voice a couplet from the music of 
La Reine Hortense. 

De ma file Isabelle 
Sois Vépoux à Vinstant, 
Car elle est la plus belle 
Et tot, le plus vaillant. 

As for Pastor Spardek, I would cheerfully havc 
killed the old skinflint. And the hideous little man 
with the decorations, the placid printer of labels for 
the red marble hall, — ^how could I meet him without 
wanting to cry out In his face : "Eh I eh I Sir Pro- 
fessor, a very curious case of apocope: ^ Arkaanmo, 


Suppression of alpha, of tau and of lambda! I 
wouid Iike to direct your attentìon tò another case 
as curìous: K\rìiirjimv€a, Clementine. Apocope of 
kappa, of lamha, of epsilon and of mu. If Mor- 
hange were with us, he wouId teli you many charm- 
ing erudite t&ings about it But, alas I Morfaange 
does not deign to come among us any more. We 
never see Morhange." 

My f ever f or information found a little more f av- 
orable reception from Rosita, the old negress mani- 
cure. Never bave I had my nails polished so often 
as during tbose days of waitingi Now — after six 
years — she must be dead. I shall not wrong her 
memory by recording that she was very partìal to 
the bottle. The poor old soul was def enseless against 
those that I brought her and that I emptied with her, 
^through politeness. 

Unlike the other slaves, who are brought from 
the South toward Turkey by the merchants of Rhàt, 
she was bom in Constantinople and had been brought 
into Africa by her master when he became kàimakam 
of Rhadamès. .... But don't let me complicate this 
already wanderìng history by the incantations of 
this manicure. . 

''Antinea,'* she said to me, ^4s the daughter of 
El-Hadj-Ahmed-ben-Guemàma, Sultan of Ahaggar, 
and Sheik of the great and noble tribe of Kel-Rhela. 
She was bom in the year twelve hundred and eighty- 
one of the Hepra. She has never wished to marry 


any one, Her wish has been respected for the will 
of women is sovereign in this Ahaggar where shc 
rules to-day. She is a cousin of Sidi-el-Senoussi, and, 
if she speaks the word, Christian blood will flow 
from Djerid to Touat, and from Tchad to Senegal. 
If she had wished it, she might have lived beautiful 
and respected in the land of the Christians. But she 
prefers to have them come to her." 

"Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh," I said, "do you know him? 
He is entirely devoted to her?" 

"Nobody bere knows Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh very 
well, because he is continually traveling. It is trae 
that he is entirely devoted to Antinea. Ceghéir-ben- 
Cheikh is a Senoussi, and Antinea is the cousin of 
the chief of the Senoussi. Besides, he owes bis life 
to her. He is one of the men who assassinated the 
great Kébir Flatters. On account of that, Ikenouk- 
hen, amenokol of the Adzjer Tuareg, f earing French 
reprisais, wanted to deliver Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh to 
them. When the whole Sahara turned against him, 
he found asylum with Antinea. Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh 
will never forget it, for he is brave and observes the 
law of the Prophet. To thank her, he led to An- 
tinea, who was then twenty years old, three Prendi 
officers of the first troops of occupadon in Tunìs. 
They are the ones who are numbered, in the red 
marble hall, 1,2, and 3." 

"And Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh has always fulfiUed hi» 
duties successf uUy ?" 


"Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh 1» wcll tralned, and he knows 
the vast Sahara as I know my little room at the top 
of the mountain. At first, he made mistakes. That 
is how» on his first trips, he brought back old Le 
Mesge and marabout Spardek.'' 

"What dìd Antinea say when she saw them?" 

^'Antinea? She laughed so hard that she spared 
. them. Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh was vcxed to see her 
laugh so. Since then, he has never made a mis* 

"He has never made a mìstake?" 

"No. I bave cared for the hands and feet of ali 
that he has brought bere. Ali were young and 
handsome. But I think that your comrade, whom 
they brought to me the other day, after you were 
'here, is the handsomest of ali/' 

"Why," I asked, tuming the conversation, "why, 
since she spared them their lives, did ^e not free 
the pastor and M, Le Mesge ?'* 

"She has found them useful, it seems/' said the 
old woman. "And then, whoever once enters bere, 
can never leave. Otherwise, the French would soon 
be bere and, when they saw the hall of red marble, 
they would massacre everybody. Besides, of ali 
those whom Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh has brought bere, 
no one, save one, has wished to escape after seeing 

"She keeps them a long time?" 

"That depends upon them and the pleasure that 


rfie takcs in them. Two months, three months, on 
the average. It depends. A big Belgian oficer, 
formed like a colossus, didn't last a week. On the 
other band, cveryone bere remembers little Douglas 
Kaine, an English officer: she kept him almost a 

"And tben?" 

"And then, he died/' said the old woman as if 
astonished at my question. 

"Of whatdidhedie?" 

She used the same phrase as M. Le Mesge : 

"Like ali the others : of love. 

"Of love," she contìnued. "They ali die of love 
when they see tfaat their time is ended, and that 
Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh has gone to find others. Scv- 
eral bave died quietly with tears in their great eyes. 
They neither ate nor slept any more. A French 
naval officer went mad. Ali night, he sang a sad 
song of bis native country, a song which echoed 
through the whole mountain. Another, a Spaniard, 
was as if maddened : he tried to bite. It was neces^ 
sary to kill him. Many bave died of kif, a kif 
that is more violent than opium. When they no 
longer bave Antinea, they smoke, smoke. Most 
bave died that way • • • the happiest. Little Kaine 
died differently." 

"Howdid little Kaine die?" 

"In a way that pained us ali very much. I told 
you that he stayed longer among us than anyone 


else. We had become used to him. In Antinea's 
rootTi) on a litde Kairoun table, painted in blue and 
gold, there is a gong with a long Silver hammer with 
an ebony handle, very heavy. Aguida told me about 
it. When Antinea gave little Kaine bis dismissal, 
smiling as she always does, he stopped in front of 
ber, mute, very pale. She struck the é^ng f or some- 
one to take him away. A Targa slave carne. But 
little Kaine had leapt f or the hammer, and the Targa 
lay on the ground with bis skuU sma^ed. Antinea 
smiled ali the time. They led little Kaine to bis 
room. The same night, eluding guards,^ he jumped 
out of bis window at a height of two hundred feet. 
The workmen in the embalming room told me that 
they had the greatest difficulty with bis body. But 
they succeeded very well. You bave only to go see 
for yourself. He occupies niche number 26 in the 
red marble hall." 

The old woman drowned ber emotion in ber glass. 

"Two days before," she continued, "I had done 
bis nails, bere, for this was bis room. On the wall, 
near the window, he had written something in tfaei 
stone with bis knife. See, it is stili bere." 

"Was it not Fate, that on this July midnight . . ." 

At any other moment, that verse, traced in the 
stone of the window through wMch the English 
officer had hurled lumself, would bave killed me witU 
overpowering emotion. But just then, another 
thought was in my heart. 


"Teli me," I said, controUing my voice as wcll as 
I could, "when Antinea holds one of us in her power, 
she shuts him up near her, does she not? Nobody 
sees him any more ?" 

The old woman shook her head. 

"She is not afraid that he wiil escape. The 
mountain is well guarded Antinea has only to strìke 
her Silver gong ; he will be brought back to her im- 

"But my companion. I bave not seen him since 
she sent for him. . • ." 

TTic ncgress smiled comprehendingly. 

"If you bave not seen him, it is because he pre- 
fers to remain near her. Antinea does not force 
him to. Neither does she prevent him." 

I struck my fist violently upon the table. 

"Get along with you, old fool. And be quick 

Rosita fled frìghtened, hardly taldng tìme to col- 
lect her little instruments. 

"Was it not Fate, that on this July midnight . . ." 

I obeyed the negress's suggestion. FoUowing the 
corridors, losing my way, set on the right road again 
by the Reverend Spardek, I pushed open the door 
of the red marble hall. I entered. 

The f reshness of the perfiimed crypt did me good 
No place can be so sinister that it is not, as it were, 
purìfied by the murmur of running water. The caS" 
cade, gurgling in the middle hall, comforted mfe 


One day before an attack I was Ijdng with my section 
in deep grass, waiting for the moment, the blast of 
the bugie, which would demand that we leap for* 
ward into the hail of bullets. A stream was at my 
feet I listened to its fresh rippling. I admired the 
play of light and shade in the transparent water, the 
little beasts, the little black fish, the green grass, the 
yellow wrinkled sand . . . The mystery of water 
always has carried me out of myself. 

Here, in this magic hall, my thoughts were held 
by the dark casca de. It felt friendly. It kept 
me from faltering in the midst of these rìgid 
evidences of so many monstrous sacrifices. . . . 
Number 26. It was he ali right. Lieutenant 
Douglas Kaine, bom at Edinburgh, September 21, 
1862. Died at Ahaggar, July 16, 1890. Twenty- 
eight. He wasn^t even twenty-eight I His face was 
tfain under the coat of orichalch. His mouth sad 
and passionate. It was certainly he. Poor young* 
sten— Edinburgh, — ^I knew Edinburgh, without evcr 
having been there. From the wall of the castle you 
can see the Pentland hills. *'Look a little lower 
down,'' said Stevenson's sweet Miss Flora to Anne 
of Saint-Yves, "look a little lower down and you will 
see, in the fold of the bill, a dump of trees and a 
curi of smoke that rises from among them. That is 
Swanston Cottage, whcre my brother and I live with 
my aunt. If it really pleases you to see it, I shall he 
glad." When he left for Darfour, Douglas Kaine 


must surely bave left in Edinburgh a Miss Flora, as 
blonde as Saint-Yves* Flora. But what are these 
slips of g^rls beside Antinea I Kaine, however senr 
sible a mortai, however made for this kìnd of love, 
had loved otherwise. He was dead. And bere was 
number 27, on account of whom Kaine dashed him- 
self on the rocks of the Sahara, and who, in bis tiim» 
is dead also. 

To die, to love, How naturally the word resound- 
ed in the red marble hall. How Antinea seemed to 
tower above that circle of pale statues ! Does love, 
then, need so much death in order that it may he mul- 
tiplied ? Otber women, in other parts of the world, 
are doubdess as beautiful as Antinea, more beauti- 
ful perhaps. I hold you to witness that I bave not 
said much about ber beauty. Why then, this obses- 
sion, this fé ver, this consumption of ali my being? 
Why am I ready, for the sake of pressing this quiv- 
ering form within my arms for one instant, to face 
things that I dare not think of for fear I should 
tremble before them? 

Here is number 53, the last Morhange will be 
54. I shall be 55. In six months, eight, perhaps,— 
what difference anyway? — I shall be boisted into 
this niche, an image without eyes, a dead soul, a 
finished body. 

I touched the heights of bliss, of exaltatìon 
that can be felt. What a child I was, just now! 
I lost my temper with a negro manicure. I was 


jealous of Morhange, on my word! Why not, 
since I was at it, be jealous of those bere present; 
then of the otbers, tbe absent, who will come, 
onc by one, to fili the black circle of the stili empty 
niches. . • . Morhange, I know, is at this moment 
with Antlnea, and it is to me a bitter and splendid 
Joy to tlunk of bis Joy. But some evening, in threc 
montbs, four perhaps, the embalmers will come bere. 
Niche 54 will receive its prey, Then a Targa slave 
will advance toward me, I sball sbiver with superb 
ecstacy. He will touch my arm. And it will be my 
tum to penetrate into eternity by the bleeding door 
of love. 

♦ 3|C 3|C 3|C 3|C 

When I emerged from my meditation, I found 
myself back in the library, where the falling night 
obscured the sbadows of the people who were as- 
sembled there. 

I recognized M. Le Mesge, the Pastor, the Het^ 
man, Aguida, two Tuareg slaves, stili more, ali join- 
ing in thè most animated conference. 

I drew nearer, astonished, even alarmed to see 
together so many people who ordinarily f elt no kind 
of sympathy for each other. 

An unheard of occurrence had thrown ali the peo- 
ple of the mountain into uproar. 

Two Spanish explorers, come from Rio de Oro, 
had been seen to the West, in Adbar Abnct. 

As soon as Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh was in- 


formed, he had prepared to go to meet them. 

At that instant he had received the order to do 

Hencefarth it was impossible to doubt. 

For the first tìme, Antinea was in love. 



"Arraou, arraou." 

I roused myself vaguely from the half sleep to 
which I had fìnally succumbed. I half opened my 
eyes. Immediately I flattened back. 

Two fcet from my face was the muzzle of King 
Hiram, yellow with a tracery of black. The leopard 
was helping me to wake up ; otherwise he took little 
interest, fot he yawned; his dark red jaws, beautiful 
gleaming white fangs, opened and dosed lazily. 

At the same moment I heard a burst of laughter. 

It was little Tanit-Zerga. She was crouching on 
a cushion near the divan where I was stretched out, 
curiously watching my dose interview with the 

"King Hiram was bored/* she felt obliged to ex- 
Tplain to me. "I brought him." 

"How nice," I growled. "Only teli me, could he 

not bave gone somewhere else to he amused?** 

"He is ali alone now," said the girl. ^*They havc 



sent him away. He made too much noise when he 

These words recalled me to the events of the 
previous evening. 

"If you like, I will make him go away," said 

"No, let him alone." 

I looked at the leopard with sympathy, Our com- 
mon misfortune brought us together. 

I even caressed his rounded forehead. King 
Hiram showed his contentment by stretching out at 
full length and uncurling his great amber claws. The 
mat on the floor had much to suffer. 

"Gale Ì8 bere, too," said the little prL 

"Galél Whomayhebe?" 

At the same time, I saw on Tanit-Zerga's knees 
a strange animai, about the size of a big cat, with 
fiat ears, and a long muzzle. Its pale gray fur was 

It was watching me with queer little pink 

"It is my mongoose," explained Tanit-Zerga. 

"Come now," I said sharply, "is that ali?" 

I must bave looked so crabbed and ridiculous that 
Tanit-Zerga began to laugh, I laughted^po,^ 

"Gale is my friend," she said when she was seri- 
ous again. "I saved ber life. It was when she was 
quite little, I will teli you about it some day. See 
how good-natured she is." 


So saying, she dropped the mongoose on my 

**It is very nice of you, Tanit-Zerga/* I said, "to 
come and pay me a visit." I passed my hand slowly 
over the animaPs back. "What time is it now?'* 

"A little after nine. See, the sun is already high. 
Let me draw the shade." 

The room was in darkness. Galé's cyes grew rcd- 
der. King Hiram^s became green. 

"It is very nice of you," I repeated, pursuing my 
idea. "I see that you are free to-day. You never 
came so early before." 

A shade passed over the girPs forehead. 

"Yes, I am free," she said, almost bitterly. 

I looked at Tanit-Zerga more closely. For the 
first time I realized that she was beautiful. Her 
hair, which she wore f alling over her shoulders, was 
not so much curly as it was gently waving. Her f ea- 
tures were of remarkable fineness: the nose very 
straight, a small mouth with delicate lips, a strong 
chin. She was not black, but copper colored. Her 
slender graceful body had nothing in common with 
the disgusting thick sausages which this carefuUy 
cared for bodies of the blacks become. 

A largc cirde of copper made a heavy decoration 
around her forehead and hair. She had four brace- 
lets, stili heavier, on her wrists and anklets, and, for 
dothing, a green silk tunic, slashed in points» braided 
with gold Green, bronze, gold. 


*Tou are a Sonrhai, Tanit-Zerga ?*' I asked 

She replied wìth almost f erocious prìde : 

"I am a Sonrhai." 

"Strange litde thing," I thouglit. 

Evidently this was a subject on which Tanit- 
Zerga did not intend the conversation to tura. I re- 
called how, almost painfully, she had pronounced 
that *^they," when she had told me how they had 
driven away King Hiram. 

"I am a Sonrhai,V she repeated. ''I was bora at 
Gao, OH the Niger, the ancient Sonrhai capital My 
fathers reigned over the great Man(£gue Empire. 
Yott need not scora me because I am here as a 

In a ray of sunlight, Gale, seated on bis litde 
haunches, washed bis shining mustaches wìth bis 
forepaws; and King Hiram, stretched out oa die 
mat, groaned plaindvely in bis sleep. 

*'He is dreaming/' said Tanit-Zerga, a finger on 
ber lips. 

Tbere was a moment of silence. Then she said: 

'Tou must be bungry. And I do not tbink that 
you will want to eat with the otbers." 

I did not answer. 

"You must eat," she contmued. "If you like, I 
wìU go get something to eat for you and me, I wiU 
bring King Hiram's and Galé's dinner bere, too. 
When you are sad, you sbould not stay alone." 


And the little green and gold f airy vanished, with- 
out waiting for my answen 

That was how my friendship with Tanit-Zerga 
began. Each moming she carne to my room with 
the two beasts. She rarely spoke to me of Antìnea, 
and when she dld» it was always indirectly. The 
questlon that she saw ceaselessiy hovering on my 
lips seemed to be unbearable to her, and I felt her 
avoiding ali the subjects towards whidi I9 myself, 
dared not direct the conversation. 

To make sure of avoiding them, she prattled, 
prattled, prattled, like a nervous little parokeet. 

I was sick and this Sister of Charity in green and 
bronze silk tended me with such care as never was 
before. The two wild beasts, the big and the little, 
were there, each side of my couch, and, during my 
delirium, I saw their mysterious, sad eyes fixed on 

In her melodious voice, Tanit-Zerga told me won- 
derful stories, and among them, the one she thought 
most wonderful, the story of her lif e. 

It was not till much later, very suddenly, that I 
realized how far this little barbarian had penetrated 
into my own life. Wherever thou art at this hour, 
dear little girl, from whatever peaceful shores thou 
watchest my tragedy, cast a look at thy friend, par- 
don him for not having accorded thee, from the very 
first, the gratitude that thou deservedest so richly. 

"I remember from my childhood," she said, "the 


vision of a yellow and rose-colortd san lising 
through the morning mists over the smooth waves of 
a great river, *thc river where there i» water,* the 
Niger, it was. . . . But you are not listening to me." 

"I am listening to you, I swear it, little Tanit- 

"You are sure I am not wcarying you? You want 
me to go on?" 

"Go on, little Tanit-Zerga, go on/* 

"Well, with my little companions, of whom I was 
very fond, I played at the edge of the river where 
there is water, under tìie jujube trees, brothers of 
the zeg-zeg, the spines of which pierced the head of 
your prophet and which we cali *the tree of Para- 
dise' because our prophet told us that under it 
wouid live those chosen of Paradise;^ and which is 
sometimes so big, so big, that a horseman cannot tra- 
verse its shade in a century. 

"There we wove beautiful garlands with mimosa, 
the pink fiowers of the caper bush and white cockles. 
Then we threw them in the green water to ward off 
evil spirits ; and we laughed like mad things when a 
great snorting hippopotamus raised bis swoUen head 
and we bombarded him in glee until he had to plunge 
back again with a tremendous splash. 

"That was in the mornings, Then there fell on 
Gào the deathlike lull of the red siesta. When that 

^The Koran, Chapter 66, verse t/. (Note by M. Leronx.) 


was finished, we carne back to die edge of the rìver 
to see the enormous crocodiles with bronze goggle- 
eyes creep along little by little, among the clouds of 
mosquitoes and day-flies on the banks, and work their 
way traitorously into the yellow oozc of the mud 

"Then we bombarded diem, as We had done the 
hippopotamus in the morning; and to féte the sun 
setting behind the biade branches of the douldouls, 
we made a circle, stamplnjg; our f eet, then dapping 
Gur hands, as we sang the SonrhaT hymn* 

"Such were the ordinary occupadons of free little 
gids. But you must not think that we were only 
f rivolous ; and I will teli you, if you lìke, how I, who 
am talking to you, I saved a French chieftain who 
must be vastly greater than yourself , to judge by 
the number of gold ribbons he had on his white 

"Teli me, litde Tanit-Zerga," I said, my eyes else- 

"You bave no right to smile," she said a litde 
aggrieved, "and to pay no attentlon to me. But never 
mind I It is f or myself that I teli these things, for 
the sake of recollection. Above Gào, the Niger 
makes a bend. There is a litde promontory in die 
rlver, thickly covered with large gum trees. It was 
an evening in August and the sun was sinking. Not 
a bird in the forest but had gone to rest, modonless 
imtil the morning. Suddenly we heard an unf amiliar 


noise In the west, boum-boum, boum-boum, boom- 
btraboum, boum-boum, growing louder — boum- 
boum» boum-btraboum — ^and, suddenly, there was 
a great flight of water birds, aigrettes, pelicans, 
wild ducks and teal, which scattered over the gum 
trees, followcd by a column of black smoke, whidi 
was scarcely flurrìed by the breeze that was sprìng- 
ing up. 

*lt was a gunboat, tuming the point, sending out 
a wake that shook the overhang^ng bushes on eadi 
side of the rìver. One could see that the red, white 
and blue flag on the stem had drooped till it was 
dragging in the water, so heavy was the evening. 

"She stopped at the little point of land. A small 
boat was let down, manned by two native soidiers 
who rowed, and &ree chiefs who soon leapt ashore. 

"The oidest, a French marabout, with a great 
white bumous, who knew our language marvelously, 
asked to speak to Sheik Sonni-Azkia. When my 
father advanced and toid him that it was he, the 
marabout told him that the commandant of die Club 
at Timbuctoo was very angry, that a mile f rom there 
the gunboat had run on an invisible pile of logs, that 
she had sprung a leak and that she could not so eoo- 
tìnue her voyage towards Ansango. 

"My father replied that the French who pro- 
tected the poor natives against die Tuareg were wel- 
come : that it was not f rom evi! design, but for fish 
that they had built the barrage, and that he put ali 


die resources of Gào, induding the forge, at the dis- 
position of the French chief» for repairìng the gun- 

"While they wcre talking, the French chief looked 
at me and I looked at him. He was already middle- 
aged, tali, with shoulders a little bent, and blue eyes 
as dear as the stream whose name I bear. 

*' 'Come bere, little one,* he said in bis gentle 


ce < 

I am die daughter of Sheik Sonni-Azkia, and 
I do only what I wish/ I replìed, vexed at bis in- 

" *You are right,' he answered smiling, *for you 
are pretty. Will you give me the flowera that you 
bave around your neck?* 

"It was a great necklace of purple hlbiscus. I 
held it out to him. He kissed me. The peace was 

'*Meandme,t under the direction of my father, the 
native soldiers and strong men of the tribe had 
hauled die gunboat into a pocket of the rìver. 

** *There is work there for ali day to-morrow, 
Colonel,* said the chief mechanic, after inspectìng 
the leaks. *We won't he able to get away before 
the day after to-morrow. And, if weVe to do that, 
these lazy soldiers mustn*t loaf on the job.* 

" •What an awful bore,' groaned my new friend. 

*'But his ill4iumor did not last long, so ardently 
did my litde companions and I seek to distract hini. 


He listened to our most beautiful songs; and, to 
thank us, made us taste the good things that had 
been brought from the boat for hls dinnen He 
slept in our great cabin, which my father gave up 
to him ; and for a long tlme, bef ore I went to sleep, 
I looked through the cracks of the cabin where I 
lay with my mother, at the lights of the gunboat 
trembling in red ripples on the surf ace of the dark 

"That night, I had a frightful dream. I saw my 
friend, the French officer, sleeping in peace, while 
a great crow hung croaking above bis head: *Caw 
— caw — ^the shade of the gum trees of Gào— caw, 
caw — ^will avail nothing to-morrow night — caw, 
caw — to the white chief nor to bis escort.' 

"Dawn had scarcely begun, when I went to find 
the native soldiers. They were stretched out on the 
bridge of the gunboat, taking advantage of the fact 
that the whites were stili sleeping, to do nothing. 

"I approached the oldest one and spoke to him 
with authority : 

** Xisten, I saw the biack crow in a dream last 
night. He told me that the shade of the gum trees 
of Gào wouid be fatai to your chief in die ooming 
nightl . . / 

"And, as they ali remained motionless, stretched 
out, gazing at the sky, without even seeming to bave 
heard, I added: 


" 'And to hi8 cscort I' 

It was the hour when the sun was hlghest, and the 
Colonel was eating in the cabin with the other 
Frenchmen, when the chief mechanlc entered. 

" *I don't know what has come over the natives. 
Thcy are working like angels. If they keep on this 
way, Colonel, we shall be able to leave diìs evening/ 

"'Very good/ said the Colonel, *but don*t let 
them spoil the job by too much baste. We don't 
have to be at Ansango before the end of the week. 
It will be better to start in the momlng/ 

*'I trembled. Suppliantly I approached and told 
him the story of my dream. He listened with a smile 
of astonishment ; then, at the last, he said gravely: 

" *It is agreed, little Tanit-Zerga. We will leave 
this evening if you wish it* 

'^And he kissed me. 

"The darkness had already fallen when the gun- 
boat, now repaired, left the harbor. My friend 
stood in the midst of the group of Frenchmen who 
waved their caps as long as we could see them. 
Standing ajione on the rickety jetty, I waited, watch- 
ing the water flow by, until the last sound of the 
steam-drìven vessel, boum-baraboum» had died away 
into the night.^ 

^Cf. the reoords and the BulUHn de la Société de Géogra- 
pine de Paris (iBgy) for the cruises on the Niger, made by the 
Commandant of the Timbuctoo region, Colonel Joffre, Lieu- 
tenants Baudry and Bluset, and by Father Hacquart of the 
White Fathers. (Note 1^ M. Leroux.) 


Tanit-Zcrga paused. 

''That was the last night of Gao. Whlle I wat 
ileeping and the moon was stili high above die f orest, 
a dog yelped, but only for an instant. Then carne 
the cry of men, then of women, the kind of cry tiiat 
3roB can never forget if you bave once heard it. 
When the sun rose, it found me, quite naked, mn- 
ning and stumbling towards the north with my little 
companions, beside the swiftly moving camels of the 
Tuareg who escorted us. Behind, followed the 
women of the tribe» my mother among diem, two 
by two, the yoke upon their necks. There were not 
many men. Almost ali lay ^th their throats cut 
under the ruins of the thatch of Gao beside my 
father» brave Sonni-Azkia. Once again Gao had 
been razed by a band of Awellimiden, who had come 
to massacre die Prendi on their gunboat. 

**The Tuareg hurried us, hurried us, for they 
were afraid of being pursued We traveled thus 
for ten days; and, as the millet and hemp disap- 
peared, the march became more frìghtful. Finally, 
near Isakeryen, in the country of Kidal, the Tuareg 
sold US to a caravan of Trarzan Moors who were 
going from Bamróuk to Rhàt At first, because they 
went more slowly, it seemed good fortune. But, be- 
fore long, the desert was an expanse of rough peb- 
bles, and the women began to fall. As for the men, 
the last of tfaem had died far back under die blowt 
of die sdck for having refused to go farther. 


*'I stili had the strength to keep going, and even 
as far in the lead as possible, so as not to bear the 
crìes of my little playmates. Each time one o( them 
fell by the way, unable to rìse again, they saw one 
of the drìvers descend from bis carnei and drag ber 
into the busbes a little way to cut ber tbroat. But 
one day, I beard a cry that made me tum around. 
It was my motber. She was kneeling, holding out 
her poor arms to me. In an instant I was beside 
ber. But a great Moor, dresséd in white^ separated 
US. A red moroccan case hung around bis neck from 
a black cbaplet. He drew a cutlass from it I can 
sdii see the blue steel on the brown skin. Another 
horfible cry. An instant later, driven by a dub, I 
was trotting abead, swallowing my little tears, try- 
ing to regain my place in the caravan. 

"Near the wells of Asiou, the Moors were at- 
tacked by a party of Tuareg of Kel-Tazeholet, serfs 
of the great trìbe of Kel-Rhelà, which rules over 
Abaggar. They, in their tum, were massacred to the 
last min. That is how I was brought bere, and of- 
fered as homage to Antinea, who was pleased with 
me and ever since bas been kind to me. That Is why 
it is no slave who soothes yourfever to^ay with 
stories that you do not even listen to, but the last 
descendant of the great SonrhaT^Emperors, of Sonni- 
Ali, the destroyer of men and of countrìes, of Mo- 
hammed Azkia, who made the pilgrìmage to Mecca, 
taking with bim fifteen hundred cavaliers and three 



fanndrcd thnwsand wùihkmt of gold in the days whcn 
oar power stretdied without rivai from Chad to 
Tooat and to the western sea, and wfaen Gao raise(l{ 
her cupola, sster of the sky, above the otfaer ddes, 
hi^er alxnre her rivai cnpolas «dian is the tamarìsk 
above the hmiible pianta of sorg^mm.'* 




Je ne m'en défends plus et je ne veux qW atler 
Reconnattre la place où je dois Vimmoler. 


It was this sort of a night when what I am going 
to teli you now happcned. Toward five o'dock the 
sky douded over and a sense of the comlng storni 
trembled In the stifling air. 

I shall always remember it It was the fifth of 
January, 1897. 

King Hiram and Gale lay heavily on the matting 
of my room. Leaning on my elbows beside Tanit- 
Zerga in the rock-hewn window, I spied the advance 
tremors of lightning. 

One by one they rose, streaking the now total 
darkness with their bluish strìpes. But no burst of 
thunder foUowed. The storni did not attaih the 
peaks of Ahaggar. It passed without breaking, leav- 
ing US in our gloomy bath of sweat. 

"I am going to bed/' said Tanit-Zerga. 

I have said that her room was above mine. Its 



bay window was some thirty f cet above that bcforc 
which I lay. 

She took Gale in her arms. But King Hiratn 
wouid bave none of it. Digging bis four paws into 
tbe matting, be wbined in anger and uneaslness. 

"Leavc bim," I finally saìd to Tanit-Zerga. "For 
once be may sleep bere/' 

So It was tbat tbis little beast incurred bis large 
sbare of responsibility in tbe events wbicb followed. 

Left alone, I became lost In my reflectlons. Tbe 
night was black. Tbe wbole mountain was sbrouded 
in silente. 

It took tbe louder and lòuder growls of tbe leop- 
ard to rouse me from my meditadon. 

King Hiram was braced against tbe door, digging 
at it witb bis drawn claws. He, wbo bad refused 
to foUow Tanit-Zerga a wbile ago, now wanted to 
go out. He was determined to go out. 

"Be stili," I said to bim. "Ènougb of tbat Uc 
down !" 

I tried to pulì bim away from tbe door. 

I succeeded only in getting a staggerìng blow from 
bis paw. 

Tben I sat down on tbe cKvan. 

My quiet was sbort. "Be bonest ^tb yourself," 
I said. "Since Morbange abandoned you, since tbe 
day wben you saw Antinea, you bave bad only one 
idea. Wbat good is It to begulle yourself witb tbe 
storles of Tanit-Zerga, cbarming as tbey are ? Tbis 


leopard is a pretext, perhaps a guide. Oh, you know 
that mysterìous things are going to happen to-night. 
Hpw bave you been able to keep from doing any- 
diing as long as this?'* 

Immediateiy I made a resolvc. 

"If I open the door," I thought, "King Hiram 
will leap down the corridor and I shall bave great 
dif&culty in following bim. I must iind some otber 

The sbade of the wìndow was worked by means 
of a small cord. I puUed it down. Then I ded it 
into a iirm leasb wbicb I f astened to the metal collar 
of the leopard. 

I balf opened the door. 

"There, now you can go. But quietly, quictly." 

I bad ali the trouble in the world to curb the ardor 
of King Hiram who dragged me along the sbadowy 
labyrintib of corridors. It was shortly before ninc 
o'clock, and the rose-colored night ligbts werc al- 
most bumed out in the niches. Now and then, we 
passed one wbicb was casting its last flickers. What 
a labyrintb I I reali zed that from bere on I would 
not recognize the way to ber room. I could only 
foUow the leopard. 

At first furious, he gradually became used to tow- 
ing me. He strained abead, belly to the ground, 
with snuffs of Joy. 

Notbing is more like one black corridor than an« 
otber black corridor. Doubt seized me. Suppose 


I shouid suddenly find myself in the baccarat room t 
But that was unjust to King Hiram. Barred tao 
long from the dear presence, ihe good beast was 
taking me exactly where I wanted him to take me. 

Suddenly^ at a tura, the darknes^ ahead lifted. 
A rose window, faintly glimmerìng red and green, 
appeared before us. 

The leopard stopped with a low growl before the 
door in which the rose window was cut. 

I recognized it as the door through which the 
white Targa had led me the day after my arrivai, 
when I had been set upon by King Hiram, when I 
had found myself in the presence of Antinea. 

"We are much better f riends to-day," I said, flat- 
tering him so that he wouid not give a dangerously 
loud growl. 

I trìed to open the door. The light, coming 
through the window, fell upon the floor, green and 

A simple latch, which I turaed. I shortened the 
leash to bave better control of King Hiram who was 
getting nervous. 

The great room where I had seen Antinea for 
the first time was completely dark. But the garden 
on which it gave shone under a clouded moon, in a 
sky weìghted down with the storm which did not 
break. Not a breath of air. The lake gleamed like 
a sheet of pewter. 

I seated myself on a cushion, holding the leopard 


firmly between my kneesw He was purring with im- 
patience. I was thinking. Not about my goal. For 
a long time diat had been fixed. But about the 

Then, I seemed to bear a distant murmur, a faint 
sound of voices. 

King Hiram growied louder, struggied. I gave 
him a little more leash. He began to rub along the 
dark walls on the sides whence the voices seemed 
to come. I foUowed him, stumbling as quietly as I 
could among die scattered cushions. 

My eyes, become accustomed to the darkness, 
could see the pyramid of cushions on which Antinea 
had first appeared to me. 

Suddenly I stumbled. The leopard had stopped. 
I realized that I had stepped on bis tail. Brave 
beast, he did not make a sound. 

Groping along the wall, I felt a second door. 
Quiedy, very quietly, I opened it as I had opened 
the preceding one. The leopard whimpered feebly, 

"King Hiram," I murmured, "he quiet." 

And I put my arms about bis powerful neck. 

I felt bis warm wet tongue on my hands. His 
flanks quivered. He shook with happiness. 

In front of us, lighted in the center, another room 
opened up. In the middle six men were squatting on 
the matting, playing dice and drinking coffee from 
tiny copper coffee cups with long stems. 

They were die white Tuareg. 


A lamp, hung from the ceiling, threw a circle of 
light over them. Everything outside that drcie was 
in deep shadow. 

The black f aces, the copper cups, the wfaite robes^ 
the moving light and shadow, made a strange etch- 

They played with a reserved dignity, announdng 
the throws in raucous voices. 

Then, slowly, very slowly, I slipped the leash from 
the collar of the impatient little beast. 

"Go? boy." 

He ieapt with a sharp yeip. 

And what I had foreseen happened. 

The first bound of King Hiram carried him into 
the midst of the white Tuareg, sowing confusion in 
the bodyguard. Another leap carried him into die 
shadow again. I made out vaguely the shaded open- 
ing of another corridoi on the side of the room oppo- 
site where I was standing. 


The confusion in the room was indescrìbabie, but 
noiseless. One realized the restraint which near- 
ness to a great presence imposed upon the exasper- 
ated guards. The stakes and the dice-boxes had 
roUed in one direction, the copper cups, in the other. 

Two of the Tuareg, doubied up with pain, wcre 
rubbing their ribs with low oaths. 

I need not say that I profited by this silent con- 
fusion to glide into the room. I was now flattened 


against the walI of the second corrìdor, down whidi 
King Hiram had just disappeared 

At that' moment a clear gong echoed in the silence. 
The trembling which seized the Tuareg assured me 
diat I had chosen the rìght way. 

One of the six men got up. He passed me and I 
fell in behind him, I was perf ectly calm. My least 
movement was perfectly calculated. 

"Ali that I risk here now," I said to myself, "is 
being led back politely to my room." 

The Targa lifted a curtain. I foUowed on his 
heels into the chamber of Antinea. 

The room was huge and at once well lighted and 
very dark. While the right half, where Antinea 
was, gleamed under shaded lamps, the left was dim. 

Those who hàve penetrated into a Mussulman 
home know what a guìgnol is, a kind of sguare niche 
in the wall, four feet from the floor, its opening cov- 
ered by a curtain. One mounts to it by wooden 
steps. I noticed such a guìgnol at my left I cfept 
into it. My pulses beat in the shadow. But I was 
calm, quite calm. 

There I could see and bear everything. 

I was in Antinea^s chamber. There was nothing 
singular about the room, except the great luxury of 
the hangings. The celling was in shadow, but multi- 
colored lantems cast a vague and gentle light over 
gleaming stuifs and furs. 

Antinea was stretched out on a lion*s skin, smok- 


ing. A little Silver tray and pitcher lay beside her. 
King Hiram was flattened out at her feet, licking 
diem madly. 

The Targa slave stood rigid before her, one 
band on bis beart, the otber on bis forebead, 

Antinea spoke in a hard voice, mtbout looking 
at the man. 

"Why did you let the leopard pass? I told you 
tfaat I wanted to be alone/* 

''He knocked us over, mistress/' said the Targa 

"The doors were not dosed, then?" 

The slave did not answen 

"Shall I take bim away?'' he asked. 

And bis eyes, fastened upon King Hiram wfao 
stared at bim maliciously, expressed well enoug^ fais 
desire for a negative reply. 

"Let bim stay since be is bere,'' said Antinea. 

Sbe tapped ncrvously on the little silver tray. 

"What is the captain doing?" sbe asked. 

"He dined a while ago and seemed to enjoy bis 
food," the Targa answered. 

"Has he said notbing?" 

"Yes, he asked to see bis companion, the otber 

Antinea tapped the little tray stili more rapidly. 

"Did be say notbing else?" 

"No, mistress," said the man. 


A pallor overspread the Atlantide's little f ore- 

"Go get him," she said brusquely. 

Bowing, the Targa left the room, 

I listened to this dialogue with great anxiety. Was 
this Morhange ? Had he been f aithful to me, after 
ali? Had I suspected him unjustly? He had 
wanted to see me and been unable to 1 

My eyes never left Antìnea's. 

She was no longer the haughty, mocking prìncess 
of our first interview. She no longer wore the golden 
cirdet on her forehead. Not a bracelet, not a ring. 
She was dressed only in a full flowing tunic. Her 
black hair, unbound, lay in masses of ebony over her 
slight shoulders and her bare arms. 

Her beautiful eyes were deep drcled. Her di- 
vine mouth drooped. I did not know whether I was 
glad or sorry to see this new quivering Cleopatra. 

Flattened at her feet, King Hiram gazed submis- 
sively at her. 

An immense orichalch mirror with golden reflec- 
tions was set into the wall at the right. Suddenly 
she raised herself erect before it. I saw her nude. 

A splendid and bitter sightl — ^A woman who 
tfainks herself alone, standing before her mirror in 
^ expectation of the man she wishes to subdue 1 

The six incense-bumers scattered about the room 
sent up invisible colunms of perfume. The balsam 
spices of Arabia wore floating webs in which my 


shameless senses were entangled. • • • And, bade 
toward me, standing straight as a lily, Antinea 
smiled into her mirron 

Lpw steps sounded in the corrìdor. Antinea im» 
mediately fell back into the nonchalant pose in which 
I had first seen her. One had to see such a transfor- 
mation to believe it possible. 

Morhange entered the room, preceded by a white 

He, toc, seemed rather pale. But I was most 
stnick by the expression of serene peace on that face 
which I thought I knew so well. I felt that I never 
had understood wfaat manner of man Morhange 
was, never. 

He stood erect before Antinea without seeming 
to notice her gesture inviting him to be seated. 

She smiled at him. 

*Tou are surprised, perhaps,** she said finaUy, 
"that I should send for you at so late an hour.*' 

Morhange did not move an eyelash. 

"Have you considered it well?*^ she demanded. 

Morhange smiled gravely, but did not reply. 

I could read in Antinea's face the effort it cost 
her to contìnue smiling; I admired the self-control 
of thcse two beings. 

"I sent for you," she continued. "You do not 
guess why? . . . Well, it is to teli you something 
that you do not expect. It will be no surprìse to you 
if I say that I never met a man like you. Durìng 


your captìvity, you havc cxprcssed only onc wish. 
Do you recali it?^' 

"I asked your permission to scc ray friend before 
I died/' said Morhange simply. 

I do not know what stirred me more on hearing 
these words: delight at Morhange^s formai tone in 
speaking to Antinea, or emotion at hearing the one 
wish he had expressed. 

But Antinea continued calmly: 

"That is why I sent for you — to teli you that 
you are going to see him again. And I am going 
to do som.ethIng else. You will perhaps scorn me 
even more when you reali ze that you had only to 
oppose me to bcnd me to your will — I, who have 
bent ali other wills to mine. But, however that may 
be, ìt is decided : I give you both your liberty. To- 
morrow Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh will lead you past the 
fifth enclosure. Are you satisfied?" 

^^I am/' said Morhange with a mocking amile. 

"That will give me a chance," he continued, "to 
make better plans for the next trip I intend to make 
this way. For you need not doubt that I shaÙ feel 
bound to return to express my gratitude. Only, next 
time, to render so great a queen the honors due her, 
I shall zsìf. my govemment to fumish me with two 
or threé hundred European soldiers and several 


Antinea w'as standing up, very pale. 
"What are you saying?" 


"I am saying," sald Morhange coldly, "that I 
foresaw this. First threats, theti promises/' 

Andnea stepped toward him. He had folded his 
arms. He looked at her with a sort of grave pity. 

"I will make you die in the most atrocious ago- 
nies," she said finally. 

"I am your prisoncr," Morhange replied. 

"You shall suflEer things that you cannot even imag- 


"I am your prìsoner/' repeated Morhange in the 
same sad cairn. 

Antinea paced the room like a beast in a cage. 
She advanced toward my companion and, no longer 
mistress of herself, struck him in the face. 

He smiled and caught hold of her, drawing her 
little wrists together with a strange mixture of force 
and gentleness. 

King Hiram growled. I thought he was about to 
leap. But the cold eyes of Morhange held him f as- 

"I will have your comrade killed before your 
eyes," gasped Antinea. 

It seemed to me that Morhange pded, but onl> 
for a second. I was overcome by the nobility and 
insight of his reply. 

"My companion is brave. He does not fear 
death. And, in any case, he would prefer deatb to 
life purchased at the price you name." 

So saying, he let go Antinea's wrists. Her pallor 


was tcrriblc. From the cxprcssion of hcr mouth I 
f clt that this would bc hcr last word to him. 

"Listcn," she said. 

How beautiful she was, In her scomed majesty, 
hcr beauty powerless f or the first rime I 

"Listen," she continued. "Listen. For the last 
time. Remember that I hold the gates of this palace, 
that I bave supreme power over your li fé. Remem- 
ber that you breathe only at my pleasure. Remem- 
ber . . :' 

"I bave rcmembered ali that," said Morhange. 

"A last time," she repeated. 

The serenity of Morhange's face was so power- 
ful that I scarcely noticed bis opponent In that 
transfigured countenance, no trace of worldliness re- 

"A last time," carne Antinea's voice, almost break- 

Morhange was not even looking at her. 

"As you will," she said. 

Her gong resounded. She had struck the silver 
disc. The white Targa appeared. 

"Lcave the rooml" 

Morhange, bis head held high, went out. 

Now Antinea is in my arms. This is no haughty, 
voluptuous woman whom I am pressing to my heart. 
It is only an unhappy, scomed little girl. 

So great was her trouble that she showed no sur- 


prìse when I stepped out beside hen Her head is 
on my shoulder. Like the crescent moon in the 
black clouds, I see her clear little bird-like profile 
amid her mass of hain Her warm arms hold me 
convulsively. . . . O tretnblanf coeur humain. • • . 
Who could resist sudi aa embrace, amid the soft 
perfumes, in the langorous night? I feel myself a 
being without will. Is this my voice, the voice which 

''Ask me what you will, and I will do it, I will 
do it.'* 

My senses are sharpened, tenfold keen. My head 
rests against a soft, nervous little knee. Clouds of 
odors whirl about me. Suddenly it seems as if the 
golden lanterns are waving from the ceiling like 
giant censers. Is this my voice, the voice repeadng 
in a dream: 

"Ask me what you will, and I will do it. I will 
do it." 

Antinea's face is almost touching mine. A strange 
light flickers in her great eyes. 

Beyond, I see the gleaming eyes of King Hiram. 
Beside him, there is a little table of Kairouan, blue 
and gold. On that table I see the gong with which 
Antìnea summons the slaves. I see the hammer with 
which she struck it just now, a hammer with a long 
ebony handle, a heavy silver head ... the hammer 
with which little LIeutenant Kaine dealt death. . . . 
I see nothing more. • . . 



I AWAKENED In my room. The sun, already at 
its zenith, filled the place with unbearable light and 

The first thing I saw, on opening my eyes, was 
the shade, rìpped down, lying in the middle of the 
floon Then, confusedly, the night's events began 
to come back to me. 

My head felt stupid and heavy. My mind wan- 
dered. My memory seemed blocked. "I went out 
with the leopard, that is certain. That red mark on 
my forefinger shows how he strained at the leash. 
My knees are stili dusty. I remember creeping along 
the wall in the room where the white Tuareg were 
playing at dice. That was the minute after King 
Hiram had leapt past them. After that ... oh, 
Morhange and Antinea. . . . And then?" 

I recalled nothing more. I recalled nodiing more. 
But something must bave happened, something which 
I couid not remember. 

I was uneasy. I wanted to go back, yet it seemed 



as if I werc afraid to go. I have never felt any- 
thing more painful than those conflicting emotions. 

**It is a long way from hcre to Antinea*s apart- 
ments. I must bave been very sound asieep not to 
bave noticed wben tbey bfougbt me back — ^for they 
bave brougbt me back.'* 

I stopped trying to tbink it out. My bead acbed 
too mucb. 

"I must bave air," I murmured. "I am roasting 
bere ; it will drive me mad." 

I bad to see someone, no matter wbom. Mecfaan- 
ically, I walked toward tbe library. 

I found M. Le Mesge in a transport of delirious 
Joy. Tbe Professor was engaged in opening an 
enormous baie, carefully sewed in a brown blanket 

"You come at a good time, sir," he cried, on seeing 
me enter. "Tbe magazines bave just arrived." 

He dasbed about in feverisb baste. Presently a 
stream of pampblets and magazines, blue, green, 
yellow and salmon, was burstìng from an opening in 
tbe baie. 

"Splendid, splendidi" be cried, dancing witb Joy. 
"Not too late, eitber; bere are tbe numbers for 
October fifteentb. We must give a vote of tbanki 
to good Ameur." 

His good spirits were contagious. 

"Tbere is a good Turkisb mercbant who sub- 
scribes to ali tbe interesting magazines of the two 
continents. He sends tbcm on by Rbadame» to a 


dcstination which he little suspects. Ah, here are 
the French ones." 

M. Le Mesge ran feverishly over the tables of 

"Internai politics: artides by Francis Charmes, 
Anatole Leroy-Beaulieu, d'Haussonville on the 
Czar's trip to Paris. Look, a study by Avenel of 
wages in the Middle Ages. And verse, verses of the 
young poets, Femand Gregh, Edmond Haraucourt. 
Ah, the resumé of a hook by Henry de Castries on 
Islam. That may be interesting. . . . Take what 
you please." 

Joy makes people amiable and M. Le Mesge was 
really delirious with it. 

A puff of breeze came from the window. I went 
to the balustrade and, resting my elbows on it, began 
to run through a number of the Revue des Deux 

I did not read, but flipped over the pages, my eyes 
now on the lines of swarming little black characters, 
now on the rocky basin which lay shivering, pale 
pink, under the declining sun. 

Suddenly my attention became fixed. There was 
a strange coincidence between the text and the land- 

"In the sky overhead were only light shreds of 
cloud, like bits of white ash floating up from bumt- 
out logs. The sun fell over a circle of rocky peaks, 
silhouetting their severe lines against the azure sky. 



From on high, a great sadness and gendeness poured 
down into the lonely endosure, like a magic drink 
into a dcep cup. . . ."* 

I turned the pages fcverishly. My mind seemed 
to bc clearing. 

Behind me, M. Le Mesge, deep in an article, 
voiced his opinions in indignant growls. 

I continued reading: 

*'On ali sides a magnifìcent view spread out be- 
f ore US in the raw light. The chain of rocks, dearly 
visible in their barren desolation which stretched to 
thè very summit, lay stretched out like some great 
heap of gigantic, unformed things left by some prìm- 
ordial race of Titans to stupefy human beings. 
Overturned towers • . ." 

''It is shameful, downright shameful," the Profes- 
sor was repeating. 

"Overturned towers, crumbling dtadels, cupolas 
fallen in, broken pillars, mutilated colossi, prows of 
vessels, thighs of monsters, bones of titans, — this 
mass, impassable with its ridges and gullies, seemed 
the embodiment of everything huge and tragic. So 
dear were the distances . . .'* 

"Downright shameful," M. Le Mesge kept on 
saying in exasperation, thumping his fist on the table* 

"So clear were the distances that I could see, as if 
I had it under my eyes, infinitely enlarged, every 

^Gabrielle d'Annunzio: Les Vierges aux Rockers. Cf. The 
Revue des Deus Mondes of October 15, 1896; page 867. 


contour of the rock whidi Violante had shown me 
through the window with the gesture of a creator. 


Trembling, I closed the magazine. At my feet, 
now red, I saw the rock which Antinea had pòinted 
out to me the day of our first interview, huge, steep, 
overhanging the reddish brown garden. 

"That is my horizon," she had said. 

M. Le Mesge's excitement had passed ali bounds. 

**It is worse than shameful; it is infamous." 

I almost wanted to strangle him into silence. He 
seized my arm. 

''Read that, sir; and, although you don't know a 
great deal about the subject, you will see that this 
article on Roman Africa is a mirade of misinforma- 
tion, a monument of ignorance. And it is signed . . . 
do you know by whom it is signed?" 

"Leave me alone," I said brutally. 

"Well, it is signed Gaston Boissier. Yes, siri 
Gaston Boissier, grand officer of the Legion of 
Honor, lecturer at the Ecole Normale Supérieure, 
permanent secretary of the French Academy, mem- 
ber of the Academy of Inscriptions and Literature, 
one of those who once ruled out the subject of my 
thesis . . . one of those ... ah, poor university, 
ah, poor France 1" 

I was no longer listening. I had begun to read 
again. My forehead was covered with sweat. But 
it seemed as if my head had been cleared like a room 


wfaen a window is opetied ; memorie» were beginning^ 
to come back like doves winging their way home to 
the dovecote. 

^'At that momentf an irrepressible tremor shook 
her whole body; hcr eyes dilated as if some terriblc 
sight had fìlled them with horror. 

" 'Antonello/ she murmured. 

"And for seconds, she was unable to say another 

"I looked at her in mute anguish and the suffer- 
ing which drew her dear lips together seemed also to 
clutch at my heart. The vision which was in her 
eyes passed into mine, and I saw again the thin white 
face of Antonello, and the quick quivering of his 
eyelids, the waves of agony which seized his long 
wom body and shook it like a reed." 

I threw the magazine upon the table. 
. "That is it," I said. 

To cut the pages, I had used the knife with which 
M. Le Mesge had cut the cords of the baie, a short 
ebony-handled dagger, one of those daggers that the 
Tuareg wear in a bracelet sheath against the upper 
left arm. 

I slipped it into the big pocket of my flannel dol- 
man and.walked toward the door. 

I was about to cross the threshold when I heard 
M. Le Mesge cali me. 

"Monsieur de Saint Aviti Monsieur de Saint 



^^I want to ask you something, please.'' 


"Nothing important. You know that I bave to 
mark the labels for the red marble hall. • • /' 

I walked toward the table. 

"Well, I forgot to ask M. Morhange, at the be* 
ginning, the date and place of bis birth, After that, 
I had no chance. I did not see him again. So I 
am f orced to tum to you. Perhaps you can teli me ?" 

"I can," I said very calmly. 

He took a large white card from a box which con- 
tained several and dipped his pen. 

"Number 54 . . . Captain?" 

"Captain Jean-Marie-Frangois Morhange." 

While I dlctated, one band resting on the table, I 
noticed on my cuff a stain, a little stain, reddish 

"Morhange," repeated M. Le Mesge, finishing 
the lettering of my friend's name. "Born at . . . ?" 


"ViUef ranche, Rhóne. What date?" 

"The fourteenth of October, 1859." 

"The fourteenth of October, 1859. Good. Died 
atAhaggar, the fifth ofjanuary, 1897. . . . There, 
that is done. A thousand thanks, sir, for your kind- 

"You are welcome." 

I left M. Le Mesge. 


My mind, tfaenceforthi was well made up; and, 
as I said, I was perfecdy cairn. Nevertheless, when 
I had taken leave of M. Le Mesge, I felt the need 
of waitìng a few minutes before execudng my de- 

First I wandered through the corridors; then, 
finding myself near my room, I went to it. It was 
stili intolerably hot I sat down on my divan and 
began to think. 

The dagger in my pocket bothered me. I took it 
out and laid it on the floor. 

It was a good dagger, with a diamond-shaped 
biade, and with a coUar of orange leather between 
the biade and the handle. 

The sight of it recalled the silver hammer. I re- 
membered how easily it fitted into my band when I 
struck • . • 

Every detail of the scene carne back to me with 
incomparable vividness. But I did not even shiver. 
It seemed as if my determination to kill the instìga- 
tor of the murder permitted me peacefuUy to evoke 
its brutal details, 

If I reflected over my deed, it was to be surprised 
at it, not to condemn myself. 

"Well," I said to myself, "I bave killed this Mor- 
hange, who was once a baby, who, like ali the oth- 
ers, cost bis mother so much trouble with bis baby 
sicknesses. I bave put an end to bis life, I bave 
reduced to nothingness the monument of love, of 


tears, of trìals overcome and pitf alls escaped, which 
constitutes a human existence. What an extraordi- 
nary advcnturcl" 

That was ali. No fear, no remorse, none of that 
Shakespearean horror after the murder, whichi to- 
day, sceptic though I am and blasé and utterly, ut- 
terly disillusioned, sets me shudderìng whenever I 
am alone in a dark room. 

**Come," I thought. "It*s timc. Time to finish it 

I picked up the dagger. Before putting it in my 
pocket, I went through the motion of striking. AU 
was well. The dagger fitted into my hand. 

I had been through Antinea*s apartment only 
when guided, the first time by the white Targa, the 
second time, by the leopard. Yet I found the 
way again without trouble. Just before com* 
ing to the door with the rose window, I met a 

"Let me pass," I ordered. *Tour mistress has 
sent for me." 

The man obeyed, stepping back. 

Soon a dim melody came to my ears. I recog- 
nized the sound of a rebaza, the violin with a single 
strìng, played by the Tuareg women. It was Aguida 
playing, squatting as usuai at the feet of her mistress. 
The three other women were also squatted about 
hcr. Tanit-Zerga was not there. 

Oh ! Since that was the last time I saw her, let, 


oh, let me teli you of Antinea, how she looked in 
that supreme moment. 

Dld she feel the danger hovering over her and 
did she wish to brave it by her surest artifices? I 
had in mind the slender, unadomed body, without 
rings, without jewels, which I had pressed to my 
heart the night before. And now I started in sur- 
prise at seeing before me, adomed like an idol, not 
a woman, but a queen ! 

The heavy splendor of the Pharaohs weighted 
down her slender body. On her head was the great 
gold pschent of Egyptian gods and kings ; emeralds, 
the national stone of the Tuareg, were set in it, trac- 
ing and retracing her name in Tifinar characters. A 
red satin schenti, embroidered in golden lotus, en- 
veloped her like the casket of a jewel. At her feet, 
lay an ebony scepter, headed with a trident. Her 
bare arms were encircled by two serpents whose 
fangs touched her armpits as if to bury themselves 
there. From the ear pieces of the pschent streamed 
a necklace of emeralds; its first strand passed under 
her determined chin ; the others lay in cirdes against 
her bare throat. 

She smiled as I entered. 

"I was expecting you,'* she said simply. 

I advanced till I was four steps from the throne, 
then stopped before her. 

She looked at me iroitically. 

"What is that?" she asked with perfect cairn. 


I followed her gesture. The handle of the dagger 
protruded from my pocket. 

I drew it out and held it firmly in my hand, ready 
to strike. 

"The first of you who moves wìU bc sent naked 
sìx leagues into the red desert and left there to die," 
said Antinea coldly to her women, whom my gesture 
had thrown into a frightened murmuring. 

She tumed to me. 

"That dagger is very ugly and you hold it badly. 
Shall I send Sydya to my room to get the silver ham- 
mer? You are mòre adroit with it than with the 

"Antinea," I said in a low voice, "I am going to 
kill you." 

"Do not speak so formally. You were more af- 
fectionate last night. Are you embarrassed by 
them?" she said, pointing to the women, whose eyes 
were wide with terror. 

"Kill me ?" she went on. "You are hardly reason- 
able. Kill me at the moment when you can reap the 
fruits of the murder of . .. ." 

"Did — did he suffer?" I asked suddenly, tremb- 

"Very little. I told you that you used the hammer 
as if you had done nothing else ali your life." 

"Like little Kaine," I murmured. 

She smiled in surprise. 

"Oh, you know that story. . . . Yes, like little 


Kaine. But at Icast Kaine was sensible. You . . • 
I do not understand.'* 

"I do not understand mjrself, vcry wcll." 

She looked at me widi amused curìosity. 

"Antinca," I said. 

"What Is it?" 

"I did what you told me to. May I in tura ask 
one favor, ask you one qucstìon?** 

"What 18 it?" 

"It was dark, was it not, in the room where he 

"Very dark. I had to lead you to the bed whcrc 
he lay asieep." 

"He was asleep, you are surc?** 

"I said sor 

"He — did not die instantly, did he?" 

"No. I know exactly when he died; two minutes 
after you struck him and fled with a shriek/' 

"Then surely he could not havc known?" 

"Known what?'* 

"That it was I who — ^who held the hammer/' 

"He might not have known it, indeed,'* said An- 
tinea. "But he did know," 


"He did know • • • because I told him," she said, 
staring at me with magnificent audacity. 

"And," I murmured, "he — ^he believed it?" 

"With the help of my explanation, he recognized 
your shriek, If he had not realized that you were 


hÌ8 murdcrcr, the affair would not bave intercsted 
me/' she finished with a scomful little smile. 

Four steps, I said, separated me from Antìnea. 
I sprang forward. But, before I reacbed ber, I 
was struck to the floor. 

King Hiram bad leapt at my tbroat. 

At tbe same moment I beard tbe cabn, baugbty 
voice of Antinea : 

*'Call tbe men,*' sbe commanded. 

A second later I was released from tbe leopard's 
clutcb. Tbe six wbite Tuareg bad surrounded me 
and were trying to bind me. 

I am fairly strong and quick. I was on my feet 
in a second. One of my enemies lay on tbe floor, ten 
feet away, felled by a well-placed blow on tbe jaw. 
Anotber was gasping under my knee. Tbat was tbe 
last time I saw Antinea. Sbe stood erect, botb bands 
resting on ber eboay scepter, watcbin^ tbe struggle 
witb a smile of contemptuous interest. 

Suddenly I gave a loud cry and loosed tbe bold 
I bad on my victim. A cracking in my lef t arm : one 
of tbe Tuareg bad seized it and twisted unti! my 
sboulder was dislocated 

Wben I completely lost consciousness, I was being 
carried down tbe corridor by two wbite pbantoms, 
so bound tbat I could not move a musde. 



Through the great open window, wavca of pale 
moonlight surged into my room. 

A stender white figure was standing beside die 
bed where I lay. 

"You, Tanlt-Zerga !" I murmured. She laid a 
finger òn her lips. 

"Shl Yes, Itisi." 

I tried to raise myself up on the bed. A terrìble 
pain seized my shoulder. The events of the after- 
noon carne back to my poor harassed mind. 

"Oh, little one, if you knewl" 

"I know," she said. 

I was weaker than a baby. After the oversjtrain 
of the day had come a fit of utter nervous depres- 
sion. A lump rose in my throat, choking me. 

"If you knew, if you only knewl . • . Take me 
away, little one. Get me away from bere." 

"Not so loud," she whispered. "There h a whitc 

Targa on guard at the door." 

"Take me away; save me," I repeated. 



"That is what I carne for," she said simply. 

I looked at hen She no longer was wearing her 
beautiful red silk tunic. A plaln white haik was 
wrapped about her; and she had drawn one corner 
of it over her head. 

**I want to go away, too,'' she said in a smothered 
voice, "For a long rime, I bave wanted to go away. 
I want to see Gào, the village on the bank of the 
river, and the blue gum trees, and the green water. 

"Ever since I carne bere, I bave wanted to get 
away,*' she repeated, "but I am too little to go alone 
into the great Sahara. I never dared speak to the 
otbers who carne bere before you. They ali thoùght 
only of her. • . . But you, you wanted to kill ber." 

I gave a low moan. 

"You are suflfering," she said. "They broke your 

"Dislocated ìt anyhow." 

"Let me see." 

With infinite gentleness, she passed her smooth 
little hands over my shoulder. 

"You teli me that there is a white Targa on guard 
before my door, Tanit-Zerga," I said. "Then how 
did you get in ?'* 

"That way," she said, pointing to the window. 
A dark perpendicular line halved its blue open- 

Tanit-Zerga went to the window. I saw her 
standing erect on the sili. A knife shone in her 


hands. She cut the rope at the top of the opening. 
It slipped down to the stone with a dry sound 

She carne back to me. 

"How can we escape?" I asked 

'That way/* she repeatedi and she pointed again 
at the wlndow. 

I leaned out My feverish gaze fell upon die 
shadowy depths, searching for those invisible rocks, 
the rocks upon which little Kalne had dashed him- 

"That way!" I exclaimed, shudderìng. "Why, 
it is two hundred feet from here to the ground.'* 

'The rope is two hundred and fifty,'* she replied. 
'*It is a good strong rope which I stole in the oasis ; 
they used it in felling trees. It is quite newJ** 

"Climb down that way, Tanit-Zei^ I With my 
shoulder T' 

"I will let you down," she said firmly. "Feel how 
strong my arms are. Not that I shall rest your 
weight on them. But see, on each side of the window 
is a fnarble column. By twisting the rope around 
one of them, I can let you slip down and scarcely 
feel your weight. 

*'And look," she continued, "I bave made a big 
knot every ten feet. I can stop the rope wìdi them» 
every now and then, if I want to rest." 

"And you?" I asked 

"When you are down, I shall tie the rope to one 
of the columns and foUow. There are the knots on 


whidi to rest if the rope cuts my hands tao much. 
But don*t be afraid: I am very ag^Ie. At Gào, 
when I was just a child, I used to climb almost as 
high as this in the gum trees to take the little toucans 
out of their nests. It is even easier to climb down.** 

"And when we are down, how will we get out? 
Do you know the way through the barriers ?" 

"No one knows the way through the barriers," «he 
said, "except Ceghéir'-ben-Cheikh, and perhaps An* 


"There are the camels of Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh, 
those which he uses on his forays. I untethered the 
strongest one and led him out, just below us, and 
gave him lots of hay so that he will not make a sound 
and Will be well fed when we start." 

"But ..." I stili protested. 

She stamped her foot 

"But what? Stay if you wish, if you are afraid. 
I am going. I want to see Gào once again, Gào 
wìth its blue gum-trees and its green water." 

I f elt myself blushing. 

"I will go, Tanit-Zerga. I would rather die of 
thirst in the midst of the desdrt dian stay bere. Let 
US start." 

"Tutl" she said. "Notyet." 

She showed me that the dizzy descent was in brìl- 
Uant moonlight 

"Not yet We must wait. They would see us. 


In an hour, the moon will have cirded behind die 
mountain. That will be the rime." 

She sat silent, her haik wrapped completely about 
her dark little figure. Was she praying? Perhapsw 

Suddenly I no longer saw her. Darkness had 
crept in the window. The moon had tumed. 

Tanit-Zerga*s band was on my arm. She drew 
me toward the abyss. I tried not to tremble. 

Everything below us was in shadow. In a low, 
firm voice, Tanit-Zerga began to speak : 

"Everything is ready. I have twisted the ropc 
about the pillar. Here is the slip-knot. Put it under 
your arms. Take this cushion. Keep it pressed 
against your hurt shoulder. ... A leather cushion. 
. . . It is tightly stuffed. Keep face to die wall. It 
will protect you against die bumping and scrap- 

I was now master of myself, very cairn. I sat 
down on the sili of the window, my feet in the 
void. A breath of cool air f rom the peaks ref reshed 

I felt litde Tanit-Zerga's band in my vest pocket. 

" a box. I must know when you are down, 
so I can follow. Vou will open tjie box. There are 
fire-flies in it ; I shall see them and follow you." 

She held my band a moment. 

"Now go," she murmured. 

I went. 

T remember only one thing about that descent: I 


wa» ovcrcomc with vexation when the rope stopped 
and I found myself, feet dangling, against the per- 
f ectly smooth walI. 

"What is the little fool waitìng for?" I said to 
myself. "I have been hung here for a quarter of an 
hour. Ah . . . at lasti Oh, here I am stopped 
again." Once or twice I thought I was reaching the 
ground, but it was only a projection from the rock. 
I had to give a quick shove with my foot. . . . 
Then, suddenly, I found myself seated on the ground. 
I stretched out my hands. Bushes. ... A thom 
pricked my finger. I was down. 

Immediately I began to get nervous again. 

I pulled out the cushion and slipped off the noose. 
With my good band, I pulled the rope, holding it 
out five or six feet from the face of the mountain, 
and put my foot on it. 

Then I took tiie little cardboard box from my 
pocket and opened it. 

One after the other, three little luminous circles 
rose in the inky night. I saw them rìse higher and 
higher against the rocky wall. Their pale rose 
aureols' gleamed faintly. Then, one by one, thcy 
tumed, disappeared. 

'Tou are tired, Sidi Lieutenant Let me hold 
the rope.** 

Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh rose up at my side. 

I looked at bis tali black silhouette.^ I shuddered, 


but I did not let go of the rope on wUcfa I began to 
feel distant jerks. 
"Givc ìt to me," he repeated with authority. 

And he took it f rom my hands. 

I don*t know what possessed me then. I was 
standing beside that great dark phantom. And I 
ask you, what could I, with a dislocated shoulder, do 
against that man whose agile strength I already 
knew? What was diere tÀ do? I saw him but- 
tressed against the wall, holding the rope with both 
hands, with both feet» with ali bis body, mudi bet- 
ter tfaan I had been able to do. 

A rustling above our heads. A little shadowy 

"There/' said Ceghéir-ben-Cheikh, seizing the 
little shadow in bis powerful arms and pladng her 
on the ground, wbile the rope, let sladc, slapped 
bade against the rode. 

Tanit-Zerga recognized the Targa and groaned. 

He put bis band roughly over her mouth. 

"Shut up, camel thief, wretched little fly." 

He seized her arm. Then he tumed to me. 

'Tome/- he said in an imperious tone. 

I obeyed. During our short walk, I heard Tanit> 
Zerga's teeth chattering with terror. 

We readied a little cave. 

"Go in," said the Targa. 

He lighted a torch. The red light showed a su- 
perb mehari peacefuUy chewing bis cud. 


*^The little one Is not stupid," said Ceghéir-bien- 
Cheikh, pointing to the animai. "She knows enough 
to pick out the best and the strongest But she is 

He held the torch nearer the carnei. 

"She is rattle-brained," he continued. "She only 
saddled him. No water, no food. At this hour, 
three days from now, ali three of you would bave 
been dead on the road, and on wfaat a roadl'' 

Tanit-Zerga's teeth no longer chattered. She was 
looking at the Targa with a mixture of terror and 

"Come bere, Sidi Lieutenant/* said Ceghéir-ben- 
Cheikh, "so that I can explain to you/* 

When I was beside him, he said: 

"On each side there is a skin of water. Make that 
water last as long as possible, for you are going to 
cross a terrible country. It may be that you will 
not find a well for three hundred miles. 

"There,'* he went on, "in the saddle bags, are 
cans of preserved meat. Not many, for water is 
much more precious. Here also is a carbine, your 
carbine, sidi. Try not to use it except to shoot ante- 
lopes. And there is this.'* . 

He spread out a roU of paper. I saw his in- 
scrutible face bent over it; his eyes were smiling; 
he looked at me. 

"Once out of the enclosures, what way did you 
pian to go ?" he asked. 


"Toward Idelès, to retake the routc ^dicrc you 
met the Captain and me,'^ I said. 

Ceghéir-ben Chelkh shook his head. 

"I thought as much," he murmured. 

Then he added coldly : 

"Before sunset to-morrow, you and the little onc 
would have been caught and massacred.'* 

"Toward the north is Ahaggar," he continued, 
"and ali Ahaggar is under the control of Antinea. 
You must go south/' 

"Then we shall go south," 

"By what route?'* 

"Why, by Silet and Tlmassao." 

The Targa agaln shook his head. 

"They will look for you on that road also," he 
said. "It is a good road, the road with the wells. 
They know that you are familiar with it. The Tua- 
reg would not f ail to wait at the wells/' 

"Well, then?" 

"Well," said Cegheir-ben-Cheikh, "you must not 
rejoin the road from Timassao to Timbuctoo until 
you are four hundred miles from bere toward Ifcr- 
ouane, or better stili, at the spring of Telemsi. That 
is the boundary between the Tuareg of Ahaggar and 
the Awellimiden Tuareg." 

The little voice of Tanit-Zerga broke 

"It was the Awellimiden Tuareg who massacred 
my people and carried me into slavery. I do not 


want to pass through the country of the AwcUi- 

"Be stili, miserablc little fly," said Ccghcìr-ben- 

Then, addressing me, he continued : 

''I bave said what I have said. The little one is 
not wrong. The Awellimiden are a savage people* 
But they are afraid of the French. Many of them 
trade with the stations north of the Niger. On the 
other band, they are at war with the people of 
Abaggar, who will not foUow you into their coun- 
try. What I bave said, is said. You must rejoin 
the Timbuctoo road near where it enters the bor- 
ders of the Awellimiden. Their country is wooded 
and rich in springs. If you reach the sprìngs at 
Telemsi, you will finish your joumey beneath a can- 
opy of blossoming mimosa. On the other band, 
the road from bere to Telemsi is sborter than by 
way of Timissao. It is quite straigbt." 

"Yes, it ìs direct," I said, "but, in following it, 
you have to cross the Tanezruft." 

Cegbeir-ben-Cheikh waved bis band impatiently. 

**Cegbeir-ben-Cheikh knows that," he said. "He 
knows what the Tanezruft is. He who has traveled 
over ali the Sahara knows that he would shudder at 
crossing the Tanezruft and the Tasili from the south. 
He knows that the camels that wander into that 
country either die or become wild, for no one will 
risk bis life to go look for them. It is the terror 



that hangs over that region that may save you. For 
you have to choose : you must run the rìsk of dyìng 
of thirst on the tracks of the Tanezruft or have 
your throat cut along some other route." 

Tou can stay here," he added 

^My choice is macie, Cegheir-ben-Cheikh/* I an- 

'*Good I" he replied, again opening out the roll of 
paper. *'This trail begins at the second barrier of 
earth, to which I will lead you. It ends at If erouane. 
I have marked the wells, but do not trust to them 
too much, for many of them are dry. Be careful 
not to stray from the route. If you lose it, it is 
death. . . • Now mount the camel with the little 
one. Two make less noise than four." 

We went a long way in silence. Cc^eir-bcn- 
Cheikh walked ahead and bis camel f oUowed meekly. 
We crossed, first, a dark passage, then, a deep gorge, 
then another passage. • • . The entrance to each 
was hidden by a thick tangle of rocks and briars. 

Suddenly a buming breath touched our faces. A 
duU reddish light filtered in through the end of the 
passage. The desert lay before us. 

Cegheir*ben-Cheikh had stopped. 

"Get down," he said. 

A spring gurgled out of the rock. The Targa 
went to it and filled a copper cup with the water. 

''Drink," he said, holding It out to each of us in 


Wc obeyed. 

"Drink again," he ordcrcd. "You will savc just 
so mudi of the contents of your water skins. Now 
try not to he thirsty bcforc sunset" 

He looked over the saddle girths. 

"That's ali ri^t," he murmured. "Now go. In 
two hours the dawn will be bere. You must be out 
of sight;* 

I was filled with emotion at this last moment; I 
went to the Targa and took bis band. 

"Ceg^cir-ben-Cbcikh," I asked in a low voice, 
*Vhy are you doing this?" 

He stepped back and I saw his dark eyes gleam. 

"Why?" he saìd. 

"Yes, why?" 

He replied with dignity : ^ 

"The Prophet permits every just man, once in his 
lifetime, to let pity take the place of duty. Cegheir- 
ben-Cheikh is turning this permission to the advan- 
tage of one who saved his life." 

"And you are not afraid," I asked, "that I will 
disdose the secret of Antinea if I return among 

He shook his head. 

"I am not afraid of that," he said, and his voice 
was full of irony. "It is not to your interest that 
Frenchmen should know how the Captain met his 
death." i 

I was horrified at this logicai reply. 

278 ATLANtlDA 

"Pcrhaps I am doing wrong," the Targa went on, 
"in not killing the little onc, . . . But «he 
loves you. She will not talk. Now go. Day is 

I tried to press the hand of this strange réscuer, 
but he again drew back. 

"Do not tfaank me. What I am doing, I do to 
acquire merìt in the eyes of God. You may be sure 
that I shall never do it again neither for you nor 
for anyone else." 

And, as I made a gesture to reassure him on diat 
point, "Do not protest," he said in a tone the mock- 
ery of which stili sounds in my ears. "Do not pro- 
test. What I am doing i& of value to me, but not to 

I looked at him uncomprehendingly. 

"Not to you, Sidi Lieutenant, not to you," bis 
grave voice continued. "For you will come back; 
and when that day comes, do not count on the help 
of CegheIr-ben-Cheikh." 

"I will come back?" I asked, shuddering. 

"You will come back," the Targa replied. 

He was standing erect, a black statue against the 
Wall of gray rock. 

"You will come back," he repeated with emphasis. 
"You are fleeing now, but you are mistaken if you 
think that you will look at the world with the same 
eyes as before. Henceforth, òhe idea will follow 
you everywhere you go ; and in one ycar, five, per- 


liaps ten years, you will pass again through the cor- 
ridor through which you bave just come." 

"Be stili, Ceghelr-ben-Chekih," said the trembling 
voice of Tanit-Zerga. 

"Be stili yoursclf, miscrable little fly," said Ceg- 

He sneered. 

"The little one is afraid bccause she knows that I 
teli the truth. She knows the story of Lieutenant 

"Lieutenant Ghiberti?" I said, the sweat stand- 
ing out on my forehead. 

"He was an Italian officer whom I met between 
Rhàt and Rhadames eight years ago. He did not 
believe that love of Antinea could make him forget 
ali else that life contained. He tried to escape, 
and he succeeded. I do not know how, for I did 
not lielp him. He went back to bis country. But 
bear what happened: two years later, to the very 
day, when I was leaving the look-out, I discovered 
a miserable tattered creature, half dead from hun- 
ger and fatigue, searching in vain for the entrance 
to the northern barrier. It was Lieutenant Ghi- 
berti, come back. He fills niche Number 39 in the 
red marble hall." 

The Targa smiled slightly. 

"That is the story of Lieutenant Ghiberti which 
you wished to bear. But enough of this. Mount 
your camel." 


I obeyed without saying a word. Tanit-Zerga, 
seated behind me, put ber little arms around me. 
Cegheir>ben-Cbeikh was stili holding the bridle. 

''One word more," he said, pointing to a biade 
spot against the violet sky of the southern horizon. 
"You see the gour there; that is your way. It is 
eighteen miles f rom bere. You should reach it by 
sunrise. Then consult your map. The next point 
is marked. If you do not stray from the line, you 
should be at the springs of Telemsi in eight days.*' 

The camers neck was stretched toward the dark 
wind coming from the south. 

The Targa released the bridle with a sweep of 
bis band. 

"Now, go." 

"Thank you," I called to him, tuming back in the 
saddle. "Thank you, Cegheir-ben-Cheikh, and fare- 

I heard bis voice replying in the distance : 

**Au revoir, Lieutenant de Saint Avit" 



Durino the first hour of our fiight, the great 
meharì of Cegheir-ben-Cfaeikh carried us at a mad 
pace. Wc covcrcd at Icast fivc leagues. With fixed 
eyeSf I guided the beast toward the gour which the 
Targa had pointed out, its ridge becoming higher 
and higher against the paling sky. 

The speed caused a little breeze to whistle in our 
ears. Great tufts of retem, like fleshless skeletons, 
were tossed to right and left. 

I heard the voice of Tanit-Zerga whisper- 

"Stop the carnei." 

At first I did not understand. 

"Stop him," she repeated. 

Her band puUed sharply at my right arm. 

I obeyed. The carnei slackened bis pace with very 
bad grace. 

"Listen," she said. 

At first I heard nothing. Then a very slig^t noise, 

a dry rustling behind us. 



"Stop the carnei," Tanit-Zerga commanded. "It 
ift not worth while to make him kneel." 

A little gray creature bounded on the carnei. The 
meharì set out again at his best speed. 

•*Let him go," said Tanit-Zerga. "Gale has 
jumped on." 

I felt a tuft of bristly hair under my arm. The 
mongoose had foUowed our footsteps and rejoined 
US. I faeard the quick panting of the brave little crea- 
ture becoming gradually slower and slowen 

"I am happy," murmured Tanit-Zerga. 

Cegheir-ben-Cheikh had not been mistaken. We 
reached the gour as the sun rose. I looked back. 
The Atakor was nothing more than a monstrous 
chaos amid the night mists which trailed the dawn. 
It was no longer possible to pick out from among 
the nameless peaks, the one on which Antìnea was 
stili weaving her passionate plots. 

You know what the Tanezruft is, die "plain of 
plains," abandoned, uninhabitable, the country of 
hunger and thirst. We were then starting on the 
part of the desert which Duveyrier calls the Tasili 
of the south, and which fìgurcs on die maps of die 
Minister of Public Works under this attractive ride : 
"Rocky plateau, without water, without vegetadon, 
inhospitable for man and beast." 

Nothing, unless parts of the Kalaharì, is more 
frightful than this rocky desert. Oh, Cegheir-ben- 


Cheikh did not exaggerate in sa^ng that no one 
would dream of f oUowing us into that country. 

Great patdies of oblivion stili refused to dear 
away. Memories chased each other incoherently 
about my head. A sentente carne back to me text- 
ually: **It seemed to Dick that he had never, since 
the beginning of originai darkness, done aaything at 
ali save jolt through the air/' I gave a little laugh. 
"In the last few hours," I thought, "I bave been 
heaping up literary situations. A while ago, a hun- 
dred feet above the ground, I was Fabrìce of La 
Chartreuse de Parme beside bis Italian dungeon. 
Now, bere on my camel, I am Dick of The^Light 
That Failed, crossing the desert to meet bis com- 
panions in arms.'* I chuckled again ; then shuddered. 
I diought of the preceding night, of the Orestes of 
Andromaque who agreed to sacrifice Pyrrhus. A 
literary situation indeed. . . . 

Cegheir-ben-Cheikh had reckoned eight days to 
get to the wooded country of the Awellimiden, fore- 
runners of the grassy steppes of the Soudan. He 
knew well the worth of his beast Tanit-Zerga had 
suddenly given him a name, El Mellen, the white 
one, for the magnificent mehari had an almost spot- 
less coat. Once he went two days without eating, 
merely piddng up bere and there a branch of an 
acacia tree wbose hideous white spines, four inches 
long, filled me with fear for óur friend's oesophagus. 
The wells marked out by Cegheir-ben-Cheikh were 


indeed at the indicated spots, but we found notfaing 
in them but a burning yellow mud. It was enougfa 
for the carnei, enough so that at the end of the fifth 
day, thanks to prodig^ous self-control, we had used 
up only one of our two water skins. Then we be- 
lieved ourselves safe. 

Near one of these muddy puddles, I succeeded that 
day in shooting down a little stralght-homed desert 
gazelle. Tanit-Zerga sklnned the beast and we re- 
galed ourselves witfa a delicious haunch. Meandme, 
little Gale, who never ceased prying about the cracks 
in the rocks during our mid-day halts in the beat, 
discovered an ourane, a sand crocodile, ilve feet long, 
and made short work of breaking bis neck. She ate 
so much she could not budge. It cost us a pint of 
water to help ber digestion. We gavc it with good 
grace, for we were happy. Tanit-Zerga did not say 
so, but ber Joy at knowing that I was thinking no 
more of the woman in the gold diadem and the 
emeralds was apparent. And really, during those 
days, I hardly thought of ber. I thought only of 
the torrid beat to be avoided, of the water skins 
whidi, if you wished to drink f resh water, had to be 
lef t for an hour in a clef t in the rocks ; of the intense 
Joy which seized you when you ralsed to your lips a 
leather goblet brimmlngwith that life-saving water. 
... I can say this with authority, with good author- 
ity, indeed; passion, spiritual or physical, is a thing 
for those who bave eaten and drunk and rested. 


It was live o'dock in the afternoon. The fright- 
ful beat was slackening. We had left a kind of 
rocky crevice wherc we had had a little nap. Seated 
on a huge rock, we were watching the reddening 

I spread out the roll of paper on which Cegheir- 
ben-Chelkh had marked the stages of our journey 
as far as the road from the Soudan. I realized 
again with Joy that his itinerary was exact and that 
I had foUowed it scrupulously. 

"The evening of the day after to-morrow," I said, 
"we shall he setting out on the stage which will take 
US, by the next dawn, to the waters at Telemsi. Once 
there, we shall not bave to worry any more about 

Tanit-Zerga*s eyes danced in her thin face. 

"And Gào?" she asked. 

"We will be only a week from the Niger. And 
Cegheir-ben-Cheikh said that at Telèmsi, one reached 
a road overhung with mimosa.'* 

"I know the mimosa," she said. "Thcy are die 
little yellow balls that melt in your band. Bùt I like 
the caper flowers bctten You will come with me to 
Gào. My father, Sonni-Askia, was killed, as I told 
you, by the Awellimiden. But my people must bave 
rebuilt the villages. They are used to that. You 
will see how you will be received." 

"I will go, Tanit-Zerga, I promise you. But you 
also, you must promise me . . ." 


"What? Oh, I guess. You must takc me for 
a little fool if you believe me capable of speaking 
of tbings which might make trouble for my friend.*' 

She looked at me as she spoke. Prìvation and 
great fatigue had chiselled the brown face where her 
great eyes shone. . . . Since then, I bave had time 
to assemble the maps and compasses^ and to fix for- 
ever the spot where, for the first time, I understood 
the beauty of Tanit-Zerga's eyes. 

There was a deep silence between us. It was she 
who broke it. 

''Night is coming. We must eat so as to leave as 
soon as possible." 

She stood up and went toward the rocks. 

Almost immediately, I heard her calling in an an- 
guished voice diat sent a chili through me. 

"Comel Oh, come seel" 

With a bound, I was at her side. 

"The camel," she murmured. "The camel!" 

I looked, and a deadly shudder seized me. 

Stretched out at full length, on the other side of 
the rocks, bis pale flanks knotted up by convulsive 
spasms, El Mellen lay in anguish. 

I need not say that we rushed to him in feverish 
•baste. Of what El Mellen was d^ng, I did not 
know, I ncver bave known. Ali the mehara are 
that way. They are at once the most enduring and 
the most delicate of beasts. They will travel for 
six months across the most frightful deserts, with 


little food, without water, and seem only the better 
for it. Then, onc day whcn nothing is the matteri 
they stretch out and give you the slip with discon- 
certing ease. 

Whcn Tanit-Zerga and I saw that therc was nodi- 
ing more to do, we stood there without a word, 
watching bis slackening spasms. When he breathed 
liis last, we felt that our life, as well as his, had 

It was Tanit-Zerga who spòke first. 

**How far are we from the Soudan road?" she 

**We are a hundred and twenty miles from die 
springs of Telemsi," I replied. **We could make 
diirty miles by going toward Ifrouane, but the wells 
are not marked on that route." 

"Then we must walk toward the springs of Te- 
lemsi," she said. "A hundred and twenty miles, that 
makes seven days?" 

"Seven days at the least, Tanit-Zerga." 

"How far is it to the first well?" 

"Thirty.five miles." 

The litde girPs face contracted somewhat. But 
she braced up quickly. 

"We must set out at once." 

"Set out on f oot, Tanit-Zerga !" 

She stamped ber f oot. I marveled to see ber so 

"We must go," she repeated. "We are going to 


cat and drink and makc Gale cat and drink, for wc 
cannot carry ali the tìns, and the water skin is so 
heavy that wc should not get thrce miles if we tried 
to carry it. We will put a little water in one of the 
tins after emptying it through a little hole. That 
will be enough for to-night's stage, which will bc 
eighteen miles without water* To-morrow wc will 
set out for another eighteen miles and we will reach 
the wcUs marked on the paper by Cegjicir-ben- 

"Oh," I murmured sadly, "if my shoulder were 
only not this way, I could carry the water skin." 

"It is as it is," said Tanit-Zerga. 

"You will take your carbine and two tins of meat. 
I shall take two more and the one filled with water. 
Come. We must leave in an hour if we wish to 
cover the eighteen miles. You know that when die 
sun is up, the rocks are so hot we cannot walk." 

I leave you to imagine in what sad silence we 
passed that hour which we had begun so happily and 
confidently. Without the little girl, I believc I 
should bave seated myself upon a rock and waited. 
Gale only was happy. 

"Wc must not let ber cat too much," said Tanit- 
Zerga. "She would not be able to foUow us. And 
to-morrow she must work. If she catches another 
Durane, it will be for us." 

You bave walked in the dcscrt. You know how 


terrible the first hours of the night are. When the 

moon Comes up, huge and yellow, a sharp dust seems 

to rise in suffocating douds. You move your jaws 

mechanically as if to crush the dust that ilnds its way 

Into your throat like fire. Then usually a kind of 

lassitude, of drowsiness, foUows. You walk without 

thinking. You forget where you are walking. You 

remember only when you stumble. Of coursc you 

stumble often. •fiut anyway it is bearable. "The 

night is ending/' you say, "and with it the march. 

Ali in ali, I am less tired than at the beginning.** 

The night ends, but then comes the most terrible 

hour of ali. . You are perishing of thirst and shak- 

ing with cold. Ali the fatigue comes back at once. 

The horrible breeze which precedes the dawn is no 

comfort. Quite the contrary. Every time you 

stumble, you say, "The next misstep will be the 


That is what people feel and say even when they 
know that in a few hours they will bave a good rest 
with food and water. 

I was suffering terribly. Every step jolted my 
poor shoulden At one time, I wanted to stop, to 
sit down. Then I looked at Tanit-Zerga. She was 
walking ahead with hcr eyes almost dosed. Her 
expression was an indefinable one of mingled suffer- 
ing and determination. I dosed my own eyes and 
went on. 
Sudi was the first stage. At dawn we «topped in 


a hoUow in the rodcs. Soon the heat forced us to 
rìse to seek a deeper one. Tanit-Zerga dìd not 
eat Instead, she swallowed a little of her half can 
of water. She lay drowsy ali day. Gale ran about 
our rock giving plaintive little cries* 

I am not going to teli you about the second mardi. 
It was more horrible than anything you can imaglne. 
I suflered ali that it is humanly possible to suffer in 
the desert. But already I began to observe with 
infinite pity that my man's strength was outlasting the 
nervous force of my little companion. The poor 
child walked on without saying a word, chewing 
feebly one corner of her haik which she had drawn 
over her face. Gale foUowed 

The well toward which we wcre dragging our- 
selves was indicated on Cegheir-ben-Cheikh^s paper 
by the one word Tissaririn. Tissaririn is the 
plural of Tissarirt and means "two isolated 


Day was dawning when finally I saw the two trees, 
two gum trees. Hardly a league separated us from 
them. I gave a cry of joy. 

"Courage, Tanit-Zerga, thcre is the well." 

She drew her veil aside and I saw the poor 
anguished little face. 

^'So much the better," she murmured, ^'because 
otherwise . . ." 

She could not even finish the sentence. 

We finished the last half mile almost at a ron. 


We already saw the hole, the openiiig of die welL 
Finally we reached it. 
It was empty. 

It is a strange sensation to be d^g of thirst. 
At first the sufferìng is terrible. Then, gradually, it 
becomes less. You become pardy unconscious. Ri- 
diculous little things about your life occur to you, 
fly about you like mosquitoes. I began to remember 
my history composition f or the entrance examination 
of Saint-Cyr, "The Campaign of Marengo." Ob- 
stinately I repeated to myself, "I have already said 
that the battery unmasked by Marmont at the mo- 
ment of Kellerman's charge induded eighteen pieces. 
• . . No, I remember now, it was only twelve pieces. 
I am sure it was twelve pieces/' 

I kept on repeating: 

"Twelve pieces." 

Then I fell into a sort of coma. 

I was recalled from it by feeling a *red-hot iron 
on my forehead. I opened my eyes. Tanit-Zerga 
was bending over me. It was her band which bumt 

**Get up," she said. "We must go on." 

"Go on, Tanit-Zergal The desert is on fire. 
The sun is at the zenitL It is noon." 

"We must go on," she repeated 

Then I saw that she was delirìous. 

She was standing erect. Her haik had fallen to 


the ground and little Gale, roUed up in a ball, was 
asleep on it. 

Bareheaded, indifferent to the frìg^tful suiìlight, 
she kept repeating : 

"We must go on." 

A little sehse carne bade to me. 

"Cover your head, Tanit-Zerga, cover your 

"Come," she repeated. "Let*s go. Gào is over 
there, not far away. I can feel it. I want to see 
Gào again." 

I made her sit down beside me in the shadow of 
a rock. I realized that ali strength had left her. 
The wave of pity that swept over me, broug^t back 
my senses. 

"Gào is just over there, isn't it?" she asked. 

Her gleaming eyes became implorìng. 

"Yes, dear little girl. Gào is there. But for 
God's sake lie down. The sun is fearful." 

"Oh, Gào, Gàol" she repeated. "I know very 
well that I shall see Gào again." 

She sat up. Her fiery little hands grìpped mine. 

"Listen. I must teli you so you can understand 
how I know I shall see Gào again." 

"Tanit-Zerga, be quiet, my little girl, be quiet." 

"No, I must teli you. A long time ago, on die 
bank of the river where there is water, at Gào, 
where my f ather was a prince, there was . . . Well, 
one day, one feast day, there carne f rom die interior 


of the country an old magician, dressed in skins and 
f eathers, with a mask and a pointed head-dress, with 
castanets, and two serpents in a bag. On the vìUage 
square, where ali our people formed in a rìrcle, he 
danced the boussadilla. I was in the first row, and 
because I had a necklace of pink tourmaline, he 
quickly saw that I was the daughter of a chief. So 
he spoke to me of the past, of the great Mandingue 
Empire over which my grandfathers had ruled, of 
our enemies, the fierce Kountas, of everything, and 
finally he said : 

" *Have no fear, little girl/ 

^'Then he said again, 'Do not be af raid. Evil days 
may be in store for you, but what does that matter? 
For one day you will see Gào gleaming on the hori- 
zon, no longer a servile Gào reduced to the rank of a 
little negro town, but the splendid Gào of other 
days, the great capital of the country of the blacks, 
Gào rebom, with its mosque of seven towers and 
fourteen cupolas of turquoise, with its houses with 
cool courts, its fountains, its watered gardens, ali 
blooming with great red and white flowers. . • . 
That will be for you the hour of deliverance and of 
royalty/ " 

Tanit-Zerga was standing up. AH about us, on 
our heads, the sun blazed on the hamada, burning it 

Suddenly the child stretched out her arms. She 
gave a terrible cry. 


"Gào! ThcrcisGào!" 

I looked at ben 

"Gào," shc rcpcatcd. "Oh, I know it wcU! 
There are the trees and the fountains, the cupolas 
and the towers, the palm trees, the great red and 
white flowers. Gào ..." 

Indeed, along the shimmerìng horizon rose a fan- 
tastic city with mighty buildings that towered, tier 
on tìer, until they formed a rainbow. Wide-eyed, 
we stood and watched the terrible mirage quirer 
feverishly before us. 

"Gàoricried. "Gàol" 

And almost immediately I uttered another cry, 
of sorrow and of horror. Tanit-Zerga's little hand 
relaxed in mine. I had just time to catch the child 
in my arms and hear her murmur as in a whisper : 

"And then that will be liie day of deliverance. 
The day of deliverance and of royalty." 

Several hours later I took the knife widì ^ich 
we had skinned the desert gazelle and, in the sand 
at the foot of the rock where Tanit-Zerga had givea 
up her spirit, I made a little hoUow where she was 
to rest. 

When everything was ready, I wanted to look once 
more at that dear little face. Courage f aiied me for 
a moment. . . . Then I quickly drew the haik ove^ 
the brown face and laid the body of the child in the 


I had reckoned without Gale. 

The eyes of the mongoose had not left me during 
the whole time that I was about my sad duty. When 
she heard the first handfuis of sand fall on the haik, 
she gave a sharp cry. I looked at her and saw ber 
ready to spring, her eyes darting fire. 

"Galél" I implored; and I tried to stroke ber. 

She bit my hand and then leapt into the grave and 
began to dig, throwing the sand furiously aside. 

I tried three times to chase her away. I felt that 
I should never finish my task and that, even if I did, 
Gale would stay there and disinter the body. 

My Garbine lay at my feet. A shot drew echoes 
from the immense empty desert. A moment later, 
Gale also slept her last sleep, curled up, as I so often 
had seen her, against the neck of her mistress. 

When the surface showed nothing more than a 
little mound of trampled sand, I rose staggering and 
started off aimlessly into the desert, toward the 



At the foot of the valley of the Mia, at the 
place where the jackal had cried the night Saint- 
Avit told me he had killed Mcrhange, another jackal, 
or perhaps the same one, howled again. 

Immediately I had a feeling that this night would 
see the irremediable fulfilled. 

We were seated that evening, as before, on the 
poor veranda improvised outside our dining-room. 
The floor was of plaster, the balustrade of twisted 
branches; four posts supported a thatched roof. 

I have already said that from the veranda one 
could look far out over the desert. As he finished 
speaking, Saint-Avit rose and stood leaning his el- 
bows on the railing. I foUowed him. 

"And then . . /' I said 

He looked at me. 

"And then what? Surely you know what ali the 
newspapers told — ^how, in the country of the Awelli- 
mlden, I was found dying of hunger and thirst by 
an expedition under the conunand of Captain Ay- 



mard, and taken to Timbuctoo. I was delirìous for 
a month afterward. I have never known what I 
may have said durìng those spells of bumlng fever. 
You may bc sure the officcrs of the Timbuctoo Club 
did not f eel it incumbent upon them to teli me. When 
I told them of my adventures, as they are related 
in the report of the Morhange — Saint-Avit Expedi- 
tion, I could see well enough from the cold polite- 
ness wìth which they received my explanations, that 
the of&cial versioni which I gave them differed at 
certain points from the f ragments which had escaped 
me in my delirium. 

"They did not press the matter. It remains under- 
stood that Captain Morhange died from a sun- 
stroke and that I buried him on the border of the 
Tarhit watercourse, three marches from Timissao. 
Everybody can detect that there are things missing 
in my story. Doubtless they guess at some myste- 
rìous drama. But proofs are another matter. Be- 
cause of the impossibility of coUecting them, they 
prefer to smother what could only become a silly 
scandaL But now you know ali the details as well 
as I." 

"And — she ?" I asked timidly. 

He smiled triumphantly. It was triumph at hav- 
ing led me to think no longer of Morhange, or of 
his crime, the triumph of feeling that he had suc- 
ceeded in imbuing me with his own madness. 

"Yes," he said. "Shel For six years I have 


leamed nothing more about ber. But I see ber, I 
talk with ber. I am tbinking now bow I sball re- 
enter ber presence. I sball tbrow myself at ber feet 
and say simply, Torgive me. I rebelled against 
your law. I did not know. But now I know ; and 
you see tbat, like Lieutenant Gbiberti, I bave come 

** Tamily, honor, country*' said old Le Mesge, 
'you will forget ali for ber.' Old Le Mesge is a 
stupld man, but be speaks from experience. He 
knows, be wbo bas seen broken before Antinea 
tbe wills of tbe fifty gbosts in tbe red marble 

"And now, wiU you, in your tum, ask me *What is 
tbis woman?^ Do I know myself? And besides, 
wbat difference does it make? Wbat does ber past 
and tbe mystery of ber orlgin matter to me; wbat 
does it matter wbetber sbe is tbe true descendant of 
tbe god of tbe sea and tbe sublime Lag^des or tbe 
bastard of a Polisb drunkard and a barlot of die 
Marbeuf quarter? 

"At tbe time wben I was foolisb enougb to be 
jealous of Morbange, tbese questions migbt bave 
made some difference to tbe ridiculous self-esteem 
tbat civilized people mix up witb passion. But I 
bave beld Antinea's body in my arms. I no longer 
wisb to know any otber, nor if tbe fields are in 
blossom, nor wbat will become of die buman 
spirit. ... 


"I do not wish to know. Or, rather, it is because 
I have too exact a vision of that future, that I pre- 
tend to destroy myself in the only destiny that is 
worth while : a nature unf athomed and virgin, a mys- 
terious love. 

"A nature unf athomed and virgin. I must explain 
myself. One winter day, in a large city ali streaked 
with the soot that falls from the black chimneys of 
f actories and of those horrible houses in the suburbs, 
I attended a funeral. 

"We foUowed the hearse in the mud. The church 
was new, damp and poor. Aside from two or three 
people, relatives struck down by a duU sorrow, every- 
one had just one idea: to find some pretext to get 
away. Those who went as far as the cemetery were 
those who did not find an excuse. I see the gray 
walls and the cypresses, those trees of sun and ^hade, 
so beautiful in the country of southern France against 
the low, purplc hills. I see the horrible undertaker's 
men in greasy jackets and shiny top'hats. I see • . . 
No, ni stop; it's too horrible. 

"Near the wall, in a remote plot, a grave had 
been dug in frightful yellow pebbly day. It was 
there that they left the dead man whose name I no 
longer remember. 

"While they were lowering the casket, I looked at 
my hands, those hands which in that strangely 
lighted country had pressed the hands of Antinea. 
A great pity for my body seized me, a great fear of 


what direatened it in these cities of mud. *So,' I said 
to mysclf, *it may be that this body, this dear body, 
will come to such an end ! No, no, my body, precious 
above ali other treasures, I swear to you that I will 
spare you that ignominy; you shall not rot under a 
registered number in the filth of a suburban ceme- 
tery. Your brothers in love, the fifty knights 
of orichalch, await you, mute and grave, in 
the red marble hall. I shall take you back to 

'*A mysterious love. Shame to him who retails 
the secrets of his loves. The Sahara lays its im- 
passable barrier about Antinea ; that is why the most 
unreasonable requirements of this woman are, in 
reality, more modest and chaste than your marriage 
will be, with its vulgar public show, the bans, die 
invitations, the announcements telling an evil-minded 
and joking people that after such and such an hour, 
on such and such a day, you will have the right to 
violate your little tupenny virpn. 

"I think that is ali I have to teli you. No, there 
is stili one thing more. I told you a while ago about 
the red marble hall. South of Cherchell, to the 
west of the Mazafran river, on a bill which in the 
early moming, emerges from the mists of the 
Mitidja, there is a mysterious stone pyramid. The 
natives cali it, The Tomb of the Christian.' That 
is where the body of Antinea's ancestress, that Cleo- 
patra Selène, daughter of Mark Antony and Cleo- 


patra, was laid to rest. Though it is placed in the 
path of invasions, this tomb has kept its treasure. 
No onc has cver becn able to discover the painted 
room where the beautiful body reposes in a glass 
casket. Ali that the ancestress has been able to do, 
the descendant will be able to suq>ass in grim mag- 
nificence. In the center of the red marble hall, on 
the rock whence comes the plaint of the gloomy f oun- 
tain, a platform is reserved. It is there, on an ori- 
chalch throne, with the Egyptian head-dress and the 
golden serpent on her brow and the trident of Nep- 
tune in her band, that the marvelous woman I bave 
told you about will be ensconced on that day when 
the hundred and twenty niches, hoUowed out in a 
circle around her throne, shall each bave received 
its willing prey. 

"When I left Ahaggar, you remember that it was 
niche number 55 that was to be mine. Since then, 
I bave never stopped calculating and I conclude that 
it is in number 80 or 85 that I shall repose. But any 
calculations based upon so fragile a f oundation as a 
woman's whim may bé erroneous. That is why I am 
getting more and more nervous. *I must hurry,' I 
teli myself. *I musthurry.' 

"I must hurry," I repeated, as if I were in a 

He raised bis head with an indefinable expression 
of Joy. His band trembled with happiness when he 
shook mine. 


"You will see," he repeated excitedly, "you will 


Ecstatically, he took me in his arms and held me 
there a long moment. 

An extraordinary happiness sWept over both of 
US, while, alternately laughing and crying like chil- 
dren, we kept repeating : 
. "We must hurry. We must hurry." 

Suddenly there sprang up a slight breeze that 
made the tufts of thatch in the roof rustie. The sky, 
pale lilac, grew paler stili, and, suddenly, a great 
yellow rent tore It in the cast. Dawn broke over 
the empty desert. From within the stockade carne 
duU noises, a bugie cali, the rattle of chains. The 
post was waking up. 

For several seconds we stood there sìlent, our eyes 
fixed on the southern route by which one reaches 
Temassinin, Eguérc and Ahaggar. 

A rap on the dining-room door behind us made us 

"Come in," said André de Saìnt-Avit in a voice 
which had becomc suddenly hard. 

The Quartermaster, Chatelain, stood before us. 

"What do you want of me at this hour?" Saint- 
Avit asked brusquely. 

The non-com stood at attention. 

"Excuse me, Captain. But a native was discov- 
ered near the post, last night, by the patrol. He 
was not trying to hide. As soon as he had been 


brought here, he asked to be led before the com- 
manding officer. It was midnight and I didn't want 
to disturb you." 

"Who is this native?" 

"A Targa, Captain." 

"A Targa? Go get him." 

Chàtelain stepped aside. Escorted by one of our 
native soldiers, the man stood behind him. 

They carne out on the terrace. 

The new arrivai, six feet tali, was indeed a Targa. 
The light of dawn fell upon his blue-black cotton 
robes. One could see his great dark eyes flashing. 

When he was opposite my companion, I saw a 
tremor, immediately suppressed, run through both 

They looked at each other for an instant In si- 

Then, bowing, and In a very cairn voice, the Targ^ 
spoke : 

"Peace be with you, Lieutenant de Saint-Avit." 

In the same cairn voice, André answered him : 

"Peace be with you, Cegheir-ben-Cheikh." 




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