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"I think that we should do well to land again and kill that man, for he means mischief," he said. He spoke in English, but Rassen must have caught the ring of his voice and guessed its meaning with the cunning of the mad.
Rassen established a new priestess on the Mountain, a worshipper of the Egyptian goddess, Hes, or Isis.
Seated in a chair hewn from the rock was the Hesea, wearing a broidered, purple mantle above her gauzy wrappings that enveloped her from head to foot. There, too, standing near to her were the Khania Atene and her uncle the old Shaman, who looked but ill at ease, and lastly, stretched upon his funeral couch, the fiery light beating upon his stark form and face, lay the dead Khan, Rassen.
"You must put your horses into it and row across," Rassen said, "for the bridges are guarded, and without discovering myself I cannot bid the soldiers to let you pass." So with some little trouble we urged the horses into the boat, where I held them by their bridles while Leo took the oars.
Yes, answering nothing, he shrank into the corner and cowered there, while Simbri, taking Atene by the hand, went from the room. At its massive, iron-bound door he turned and pointing to the crouching figure with his staff, said "Khan Rassen, I raised you up, and now I cast you down. Remember me when you lie dying in blood and pain."
"It was Rassen who on the Mountain supplanted the primeval fire-worship whereof the flaming pillars which light its Sanctuary remain as monuments, by that of Hes, or Isis, or rather blended the two in one.
When man selects the offspring of two distinct species for the same object, he sometimes induces a considerable amount of convergence, as far as general appearance is concerned. 'Die Rassen des Schweines, 1860, s. 46. 'Vorstudien fur Geschichte, etc., Schweinesschadel, 1864, s. 104.
This was the sum of it From the beginning of the world, as he expressed it, that is, from thousands and thousands of years ago, this Mountain had been the home of a peculiar fire-worship, of which the head heirophant was a woman. About twenty centuries before, however, the invading general named Rassen, had made himself Khan of Kaloon.
Get you back to your drink and the ladies of your court." But he still laughed on, an hyena laugh. "What have you heard?" she said, "that makes you so merry?" "What have I heard?" Rassen gurgled out between his screams of hideous glee. "Oho!
The Khan looked at him cunningly. "And if I set you free, whither would you go? You could tumble down yonder gorge, but only the birds can climb its heights." "To the Fire-mountain, where we have business." Rassen stared at him. "Is it I who am mad, or are you, who wish to visit the Fire-mountain? Yet that is nothing to me, save that I do not believe you.
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