The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life by Homer Eon Flint (best mystery novels of all time .TXT) 📖

frozen by invisible ice; all their balls and shells were stuck together, like the work of a transparent glue. Even their side arms were locked in their scabbards; and all their tugging could budge them not!

But none of my men were so handicapped. Each man’s chariot was running as though naught had happened; they thundered forward, discharging their balls and shells as freely as they had across the sea. Their charge was a murderous one; not a man of Klow’s was able to resist, save with what force he could put into his bare hands.

Klow saw all this from the middle of his group of officers. None were able to more than place his body ‘twixt us and their chief. In a very few moments they saw that the unknown magic had made them as children in our hands; they were utterly lost; and Klow turned away from the sight with a black face. Again he faced me.

“What means this, ye huge bundle of lies? What mean ye by tricking us with yon badge of surrender, only to tie our hands with thy magic of Hofe? Is this the way to fight like a man?”

I had stood at ease in my door since rolling the iron. Now, I looked about me still more easily; my men were running down the louts, who had jumped from their useless chariots and taken to their heels. ‘Twere but a matter of time before the army of Klow would be no more, at that rate.

“Klow,” I answered him mildly; “ye are right; this is not the way to fight like a man. Neither,” I pointed out one of the fallen air-cars; “neither is that the way, flitting over our heads like shadows, and destroying us with filthy smoke! Shame on ye, Klow, for stooping to such! And upon thy own head be the blame for the trick I have played upon ye!”

“You attacked us without provocation,” he muttered, sourly.

“Aye, and for a very good reason,” I replied. “Yet I see thy viewpoint, and shalt give thee the benefit of the doubt.” I turned to my whistlers and gave an order; so that presently the great slaughter had stopped. My men and Klow’s alike struggled back to see what were amiss.

I handed Klow an ax. “Throw away thine own, scabbard and all,” I told him. “It is useless, for ‘tis made of iron. Ours, and all our tools of war, are formed of an alloy which is immune from the magic.”

He took the ax in wonderment. “What means it, Strokor?” asked he again, meanwhile stripping himself in a businesslike fashion that it were good to see.

“It means,” said I, throwing off my robe, “that I have unchained the magnetism of this world. Know you, Klow, that all of the children of the sun are full of his power; it is like unto that of the tiny magnet which ye give children for to play; but it is mighty, even as our world is mighty.”

“Good Jon!” he gasped; for his was not a daring mind. “What have ye done, ye trifler?”

“I have transformed this empire into one vast magnet,” I answered coolly. Then I showed him a boulder on the summit of a distant hill; through the tube, Klow could see some of my men standing beside it.

“Place one of thy own men on the roof of the palace,” I told Klow, “and give him orders to lower my banner should ye give him the word.

“For upon the outcome of this fight ‘twixt me and thee, Klow, hinges the whole affair! If thou dost survive, down comes my banner; and my men on the hill shall topple the boulder which shall rush down the slope and burst the iron rod and break the spell. Stand, then, and defend thyself!”

And it did me good to see the spirit fly into his eyes. He saw that his empire lived or died as he lived or died, and he fought as he had never fought before. Small man that he was beside myself, he were wondrous quick and sure in his motions; before I knew it, he had bit his ax deep into my side.

And in another moment or two it was over. For, as soon as I felt the pain of that gash, I flung my own blade away; and with a roar such as would have shaken a stouter heart than his, I charged the man, took a second fearful blow full on my chest and heeding it not at all I snatched the ax from his hands. Then, as he turned to run, I dropped that tool also.

And I ran him down, and felled him, and broke his head with my hands.

VI THE FITTEST

[Footnote: This chapter was originally as long as the others, but an unfortunate accident of Mr. Smith’s, before he was thoroughly familiar with the machine, mutilated a large portion of the tape so badly that it was made worthless. This explains why something appears to be missing from the account, and also why this chapter begins in the middle of a sentence.]

slaves; but the most were slain. Neither could we bother with their women and others left behind.

Now, by this time the empire was as one man in its worship of me. I had been emperor but a year, and already I had made it certain that only the men of Vlamaland, and no others, should live in the sight of Jon. So well thought they of me, I might fair have sat upon my reputation, and have spent my last days in feasting like the man before me.

But I was still too young and full of energy to take my ease. I found myself more and more restless; I had naught to do; it had all been done. At last I sent for old Maka.

“Ye put me up to this, ye old fraud,” I told him, pretending to be wrathful. “Now set me another task, or I’ll have thy head!”

He knew me too well to be affrighted. He said that he had been considering my case of late.

“Strokor, thy father was right when he told thee to have naught to do with women. That is to say, he were right at the time. Were he alive today”—I forgot to say that my father was killed in the battle across the sea—“he would of a certainty say that it were high time for thee to pick thy mate.

“Remember, Strokor; great though thou art, yet when death taketh thee thy greatness is become a memory. Methinks ye should leave something more substantial behind.”

It took but little thought to convince me that Maka were right once more. Fact; as soon as I thought upon it, it were a woman that I was restless for. The mere notion instantly gave me something worth while to look forward to.

“Jon bless thee!” I told the old man. “Ye have named both the trouble and the remedy. I will attend to it at once.”

He sat thinking for some time longer. “Has thought of any woman in special, Strokor?” said he.

I had not. The idea was too new to me. “The best in the world shall be mine, of course,” I told him. “But as for which one—hast any notion thyself?”

“Aye,” he quoth. “‘Tis my own niece I have in mind. Perchance ye remember her; a pretty child, who was with me when thou didst save my life up there on the mountainside.”

I recalled the chit fairly well. “But she were not a vigorous woman, Maka. Think you she is fit for me?”

“Aye, if any be,” he replied earnestly. “Ave is not robust, true, but her muscles are as wires. It is because of what lies in her head, however, that I commend her. I have taught her all I know.”

“So!” I exclaimed, much pleased. “Then she is indeed fit to be the empress. And as I recall her, she were exceedingly good to look at.”

“Say no more. Ave shall be the wife of Strokor!” And so it was arranged.

Well, and there ye have the story of Strokor, the mightiest man in the world, and the wisest. More than this I shall not tell with my own lips; I shall have singers recite my deeds until half the compartments in the House of Words is filled with the records thereof. But it were well that I should tell this much in mine own way.

My ambition is fulfilled. Let the hand of Jon descend upon our world, if it may; I care not if presently the sun come nearer, and the water dry up, and the days grow longer and longer, till the day and the year become of the same length. I care not; my people, such as be left of them, shall own what there is, and shall live as long as life is possible.

I shall leave behind no race of weaklings. Every man shall be fit to live, and the fittest of them all shall live the longer. And he, no matter how many cycles hence, shall look back to Strokor, and to Ave, his wife, and shall say:

“I am what I am, the last man on the world, because Strokor was the fittest man of his time!”

Aye; my fame shall live as long as there be life. Tonight, as I speak these things into the word machine, my heart is singing with the joy of it all. Thank Jon, I were born a man, not a woman!

Tomorrow I go to fetch Ave. I shall not send for her; I cannot trust her beauty to the hands of my crew. The more I think of her, the more I see that mine whole life hath been devised for this one moment. I see that, insignificant though she be, Ave is a needed link in the chain. I have come to want her more than food; I am become a lovesick fool!

Aye! I can afford to poke fun at myself. I can afford anything in this world; for I be its greatest man.

Its greatest man! Here is the place to stop. There is no more I can say, the story is done; the story of Strokor, the greatest man in the whole world!

VII THE GOING

‘Tis several years since last I faced this machine, many and many a day since I said that my story was done, and placed the record on the shelf of my anteroom, my heart full of satisfaction. And today I must needs add another record, perhaps two, to the pile.

When I set out for the highlands on the morn following what I last related I took with me but two or three men; not that I had any need for guards, but because it looketh not well for the emperor to travel without retainers, however few. Practically, I was alone.

I reached the locality as the sun went down. The sky was a brilliant color; I remember it well. Darkness would come soon, though not as quickly as farther south. Commonly, I think not upon such trifles; but I were nearing my love, and tender things came easily to my mind.

My chariot kept to the road which lay alongside the irrigating flume, a stone trough which runs from the snow-covered hills to the dry country below. I had already noted this flume where it emptied into the basin in the valley below; for it had had a new kind of a spillway affixed to it, a broad, smooth platform with a slightly upward curve, over which the water was shooting. I saw no sense in the arrangement, and made up my mind to ask Maka about it; for the empire prized this trough most highly. It