Her Royal Highness Part 4

He turned up in every corner of the steamer, always feigning to take no notice of his niece's constant companions.h.i.+p with the diplomat, and yet his sharp, shrewd eyes took in everything.

On more than one occasion the Englishman was upon the point of demanding outright why that irritating observation was so constantly kept, nevertheless with a diplomat's discretion, he realised that a judicious silence was best.

That long, blazing day pa.s.sed slowly, till at last the sun sank westward over the desert in a flame of green and gold. Then the thirty or so pa.s.sengers stood upon the deck waiting in patience till, suddenly rounding the sharp bend of the river, they saw upon the right--carved in the high, sandstone cliff--the greatest and most wonderful sight in all Nubia.

Lola was at the moment leaning over the rail, while Waldron stood idly smoking at her side.

"See!" he cried suddenly. "Over there! Those four colossal seated figures guarding the entrance of the temple which faces the sunrise.

That is Abu Simbel."

"How perfectly marvellous!" gasped the girl, astounded at the wonderful monument of Rameses the Great.

"The temple is hewn in the solid rock--a temple about the size of Westminster Abbey in London. In the Holy of holies are four more seated figures in the darkness, and to-morrow as we stand in there at dawn, the sun, as it rises, will s.h.i.+ne in at the temple door and gradually light up the faces of those images, until they glow and seem to become living beings--surely the most impressive sight of all the wonders of Egypt."

"I am longing to see it," replied the girl, her eyes fixed in fascination at the far-off colossi seated there gazing with such calm, contented expression over the Nile waters, now blood-red in the still and gorgeous desert sunset.

On the arid banks there was no sign of life, or even of vegetation. All was desert, rock, sand, and desolation. Where was the great, palpitating civilisation which had existed there in the days of Rameses, the cultured world which wors.h.i.+pped the great G.o.d, Ra, in that most wonderful of all temples? Gone, every trace save the place where the sun G.o.d was wors.h.i.+pped, swept out of existence, effaced, and forgotten.

Over the vessel a great grey vulture hovered with slowly flapping wings.

Then from the bows came a low chant, and the pa.s.sengers craning their necks below, saw that the black-faced crew had turned towards Mecca and sunk upon their knees, including even the gorgeous Boulos himself, and with many genuflexions were adoring Allah.

"Allah is great. Allah is merciful. He is the One," they cried in their low, musical Arabic. "There is no G.o.d but Allah!"

The sun sank and twilight came swiftly, as it does in the glowing, mystic East. And the white-bearded _reis_, his prayers finished, pushed on the steamer more quickly so as to anchor opposite Abu Simbel before darkness fell. The excitement among the pa.s.sengers grew intense, for, on the morrow, ere the first pink of the dawn, the travellers were to stand within that rock-hewn temple, the most wonderful of all the works of the Pharaohs.

The evening proved a merry one, for after dinner, with the vessel anch.o.r.ed in mid-stream--to obviate thieves--opposite the great temple, the Nubian crew gave a fantasia, or native song and dance, for the benefit of the travellers.

On each trip from Sh.e.l.lal to Wady Haifa this was usual, for European travellers like to hear the weird native music, and the crooning desert songs in which Allah is praised so incessantly. Besides, a collection is made afterwards, and the st.u.r.dy, hard-working crew are benefited by many piastres.

On the lower deck, beneath the brilliant stars the black-faced toilers of the Nile beat their tom-toms vigorously and chanted weirdly while the pa.s.sengers stood leaning over, watching and applauding. The crew squatted in a circle, and one after the other sprang up and performed a wild, mad dance while their companions kept time by clapping their hands or strumming upon their big earthenware tom-toms.

Then at eleven, the hour when the dynamos cease their humming and the electric light goes out, the concert ended with all the crew--headed by the venerable, white-bearded old pilot--standing up, salaaming and crying in their broken English:

"Gud nites, la-dees and gen'lemens. Gud nites?"

It was just before three on the following morning when the huge gong, carried around by an Arab servant, aroused everyone, and very soon from most of the cabins there turned out sleepy travellers who found the black giant Ha.s.san ready with his little cups of delicious black coffee.

Boulos was there, already gorgeous in a pale green silk robe, while the steamer had half an hour before moved up to the landing-place.

"La-dees and gen'lemens!" cried the dragoman in his loud, drawling tone, "we no-ow go to see ze gree-at tem-pel of ze gawd, Ra--gawd of ze sun-- ze tem-pel of ze sun-rise and ze greatest monument in all our Eg-eept.

We shall start in fif mineets. In fif mineets, la-dees. Monuments tick-eets ve-ry much wanted. No gallopin' donkeys in Abu Simbel!"

Whereat there was a laugh.

Then the under-dragoman, a person in a less gorgeous attire, proceeded to make up a parcel of candles, matches, and magnesium wire, and presently the travellers, all of whom had hastily dressed, followed their guide on sh.o.r.e, and over the tiny strip of cultivated mud until they came to the broad stone steps which led from the Nile bank to the square doorway of the temple.

Here a number of candles were lit by the under-dragoman; and Waldron, taking one, escorted Lola and Miss Lambert. Within, they found a huge, echoing temple with high columns marvellously carved and covered by hieroglyphics and sculptured pictures.

Through one huge chamber after another they pa.s.sed, the vaulted roof so high that the light of their candles did not reach to it. Only could it be seen when the magnesium wire was burned, and then the little knot of travellers stood aghast in wonder at its stupendous proportions.

At last they stood in the Holy of holies--a small, square chamber at the extreme end.

In the centre stood the altar for the living sacrifices, the narrow groves in the stones telling plainly their use--the draining off of the blood.

All was darkness. Only Boulos spoke, his drawling, parrot-like voice explaining many intensely interesting facts concerning that spot where Rameses the Great wors.h.i.+pped the sun G.o.d.

Then there was a dead silence. Not one of that gay, chattering company dared to speak, so impressive and awe-inspiring was it all.

Suddenly, from out of the darkness they saw before them slowly, yet distinctly, four huge figures seated, their hands lying upon their knees, gradually come into being as the sun's faint pink rays, entering by the door, struck upon their stone faces, infusing life into their sphinx-like countenances until they glowed and seemed almost to speak.

Expressions of amazement broke from everyone's lips.

"Marvellous!" declared Lola in an awed whisper. "Truly they seem really to live. It is astounding."

"Yes," answered Waldron. "And thus they have lived each morning in the one brief hour of the sunrise through all the ages. From Rameses to Cleopatra each king and queen of Egypt has stood upon this spot and wors.h.i.+pped their great G.o.ds, Ra and the all-merciful Osiris. Such a sight as this surely dwarfs our present civilisation, and should bring us nearer to thoughts of our own Christian G.o.d--the Almighty."

CHAPTER FOUR.

CONTAINS A BITTER TRUTH.

When Hubert returned on board the _Arabia_ and entered his deck-cabin, one of a long row of small cubicles, he started back in surprise, for Gigleux was there.

The Frenchman was confused at his sudden discovery, but only for a second. Then, with his calm, pleasant smile, he said in French:

"Ah, m'sieur, a thousand pardons! I was looking for the book I lent you the other day--that book of Maspero's. I want to refer to it."

Waldron felt at once that the excuse was a lame one.

"I left it in the _fumoir_ last night, I believe."

"Ah! Then I will go and get it," replied the white-haired old fellow fussily. "But I hope," he added, "that m'sieur will grant pardon for this unwarrantable intrusion. I did not go to the temple. It was a trifle too early for me."

"You missed a great treat," replied the Englishman bluntly, tossing his soft felt hat upon his narrow little bed. "Mademoiselle will tell you all about it."

"You took her under your charge--as usual, eh?" sniffed the old fellow.

"Oh, yes. I escorted both her and Miss Lambert," was the diplomat's reply. "But look here, M'sieur Gigleux," he went on, "you seem to have a distinct antipathy towards me. You seem to be averse to any courtesy I show towards your niece. Why is this? Tell me."

The old man's eyes opened widely, and he struck an att.i.tude.

"_Mais non, m'sieur_!" he declared quickly. "You quite misunderstand me. I am old--and perhaps I may be a little eccentric. Lola says that I am."

"But is that any reason why I should not behave with politeness to mam'zelle?"

The old man with the closely cropped white hair paused for a few seconds. That direct question nonplussed him. He drew a long breath, and as he did so the expression upon his mobile face seemed to alter.

In the silence Hubert Waldron was leaning against the edge of the little mosquito-curtained bed, while the Frenchman stood in the narrow doorway, for, in that little cabin, there was only sufficient room for one person to move about comfortably.

"Yes," responded the girl's uncle. "Now that you ask me this very direct question I reply quite frankly that there is a reason--a very strong and potent reason why you, a man occupying an official position in the British diplomacy should show no undue courtesy to Mademoiselle Lola."