Chapter 4
At first glance, the Lost Kingdom of Opar appeared to consist mostly of fields of yams.
"Fascinating," Professor Arthur muttered, "They have developed agriculture."
"Why wouldn't they?" muttered Marc Goma. Henrique patted his revolver for reassurance as he scanned the fields.
"Well, they're not out in the fields right now," he said. The land seemed quite abandoned.
However, they soon found a path, alongside a small irrigation canal, and followed it until they reached a village of rough-cut stone. There were a dozen buildings, including what looked like a long barracks and a large temple with a domed roof. Professor Fischer looked over the architecture with an appraising eye. Henrique stood in the town's center, near the well, and looked around. There was still a fire smoking nearby, and tools sitting on a rack. There was a haunting feeling of abandonment. Henrique thought that perhaps their coming was anticipated, and the inhabitants had simply fled or hidden themselves, but he was loath to break the eerie silence, no more than he could bear the silence any longer.
The barest hint of movement behind him suddenly made him spin around, his shotgun up, and he found himself face-to-face with a towering black man in a loincloth. The crew of the
Matron Isabel were frozen, as was the newcomer, before he suddenly whistled.
Instantly, a dozen hideous apes, each standing about four feet tall on their hind legs, bounded through the doorway of the barracks. Each had reddish-brown fur and a malignantly humanoid aspect.
"Don't shoot!" Brother Arthur yelled to the crew, "We don't want to draw first blood!"
The apes surrounded the crew of the
Matron Isabel, hooting and grunting, and the crew huddled together, weapons ready. Professor Fischer shuddered and put himself behind a large crewman.
"Filthy creatures," he spat, before trailing off into dark mutterings about primitive races.
"Don't shoot," Brother Arthur repeated. Henrique faced down the black man, who he now saw was decked out in jewelry, including a necklace of gold and silver links and a headband set with a massive sapphire. The man wasn't watching the crew, but rather the doorway of the temple…and Henrique followed his gaze, and gasped.
Two more men, tall and brawny, were holding a sunshade for a woman with skin as white as any European Henrique had ever seen. Her hair was an ivory yellow, and her lips were full and pink…but her eyes were red, and she had a broad, flat nose and high forehead that tickled unnervingly at Henrique's memory.
The man who had first confronted the crew went to his knees, and to Henrique's surprise, Brother Arthur and Professor Fischer followed his lead. After a brief, reluctant pause, Henrique did so as well, motioning for his crew to join him.
The woman was dressed in fine fabrics, and wore more gold and jewels than her three companions put together. Rings glittered on all her fingers and her hair was pinned with massive silver clips set with diamonds and rubies. She looked silently at them for what seemed like an interminable amount of time.
"What is she doing?" asked Marc Goma. Henrique looked at the kneeling man and saw him silently moving his lips. Praying, perhaps?
The woman made a motion with her hand, and the kneeling man rose to his feet, and made the same motion to the crew. As they rose to their feet, she waved for them to follow her, and set off on foot. Immediately, the apes scattered, some going back into the barracks, if it was a barracks, while others set off into the fields, some snatching up tools as they went.
"Ah, I understand," said Fischer, "The apes are their servants or slaves, perhaps trained to use tools, while the black men are an underclass. The rulers of Opar must be, as I suspected all along, the very oldest ancestors of the white race!"
"Don't be a fool, Fischer, look with your eyes," hissed Brother Arthur, "You go on about phrenology so much I thought you could recognize-"
The black guard hushed them, and the crew fell into a silence as they followed the woman down the path out of the village. Were they guests, or prisoners? The requisite silence did not suggest anything good to Henrique.
The path soon turned into a paved road, and they saw more ape-men laboring in the fields as they went, as well as other villages. The creatures were not quite like chimpanzees, rather they were taller and moved more easily on two feet, but that gave them an uncanny aspect.
"How do you think they train them?" whispered Professor Fischer, "Perhaps they raise them like cattle."
"They must be intelligent animals," replied Brother Arthur, despite his situation. He seemed just as curious as the Professor.
"They barely had to command them at all," noted Fischer.
In time they came to a proper city. Broad paved streets of stone ran between multi-story buildings, and black-skinned citizens gathered in doorways and on balconies to watch the procession. They talked among themselves quietly, in a language that was completely foreign to Henrique's ears, and he noticed that while the male guards exchanged a few words with each other, the white woman had not spoken at all.
There were apes in the city as well, acting as porters and street sweepers and rushing about on what seemed to be errands. It was a strange sight, animals doing the tasks most men did, but Henrique could not deny that the city was as clean and rich as any he could imagine.
Rising over the city of Opar were tall, stepped pyramids of stone. Their procession seemed to be making directly for the largest one.
"Why is it always pyramids?" asked Brother Arthur quietly.
"This is a rich city," whispered Marc Goma, "Diamonds seem as common as pebbles here. A man could make a fortune, captain."
"I'll have no talk of that," hissed Henrique.
They reached the base of the great pyramid and began to climb. Henrique found himself looking at the white woman, if indeed she was white. She did not resemble the two passengers save in the color of her skin…
At the top of the pyramid there were half a dozen or more white-skinned women, and the oldest among them was one who could only be called a queen. Her crown and scepter were crusted with precious gems and her clothes were made of bewilderingly patterned fabrics. More than that, she looked imperious, and she seemed as high above the other white women as the women were above the black-skinned men. Just like the temple woman from the village, she had white skin and white hair and red eyes.
They all had, Henrique thought, a certain resemblance.
"Albinos," he heard Brother Arthur, "A ruling caste, probably selectively bred."
Henrique barely understood that, but if the ruling family was white…he looked at Professor Fischer.
"Finally," the Professor muttered, "I have found it. The lost white kingdom of Opar!"
"Fischer, for the last time, don't be a bloody fool…"
The Queen of Opar looked at Henrique…and he
heard her!
Not her voice; she hadn't opened her mouth to speak. Instead, there was, suddenly another voice in his head, one that wasn't his own.
It wanted to know, why had these outsiders come to Opar? Henrique thought of curiosity and money and the fevered dreams of Professor Fischer. Greed, the Queen of Opar read that as, and the pride of the outsiders. Henrique felt shame from himself and contempt from the Queen. The Queen of Opar turned her gaze away from him, and he saw each of his men's faces change as they heard her thoughts as well.
"Telepathy!" Brother Arthur gasped, "That's how they're controlling the apes!"
"Telepathy!" Professor Fischer echoed, "This is better than I imagined!"
"Fischer, no!"
Professor Fischer climbed the last few steps to speak with the Queen of Opar face-to-face.
For a second, they stood there, facing each other. Professor Fischer swayed slightly. A look of confusion and horror passed his face…then he jerked like a puppet on a string, and tumbled to the ground. He bounced down the steps and rolled to a stop at Henrique's feet. Blood was pouring from his nose.
The Queen of Opar wanted them gone, Henrique thought. Or were they his thoughts after all?
"Run!" yelled Brother Arthur. The crew turned and followed. A horrible chorus of hooting and screeching echoed around the city, and Henrique looked and saw a great horde of ape-men rushing towards them through the streets, converging on the pyramid.
Brother Arthur opened his black bag and pulled out a massive revolver.
"Don't shoot the women, shoot the apes!"
Coolly, he aimed and pulled the trigger, and the first of the ape-men stiffened, shuddered, and fell dead at the foot of the pyramid. Henrique and the others who bore firearms raised them and fired blindly into the crowd of ape-men. They screeched and scattered, leaving a number of their dead behind them, but they quickly reformed and came back with a vengeance. The crew of the
Matron Isabel had won a space of breath, however, and they plunged through the gap.
As ape-men reached out with gnarled, hairy hands to grab them, the crewmen lashed out with hatchets, clubs, and the butts of shotguns. One crewman fumbled and dropped his club, and Henrique tossed his shotgun to the man and whipped out his own revolver.
Of that wild, madcap rush through Opar Henrique remembered little – the hideous faces of screaming ape-men, their hands reaching out for him, the ape-men falling with horrible gunshot wounds…and once, as he looked behind him, the Queen of Opar standing atop her pyramid, white and terrible.
They raced across fields and plunged sweating with fear into the jungle, and did not stop until they reached the village of Yambuya.