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frightened appearancefrightened perhaps to find themselves so old
and issuing from so deep a night。 They had not seen a setting of the
sun； such as they now regard with their queer eyes； too long and too
wide oepn； they had not seen such a thing for some five thousand
years。 。 。 。
The habitation of the Apis； the lords of the necropolis； is little
more than two hundred yards away。 We are told that the place is now
lighted up and that we may betake ourselves thither。
The descent is by a narrow； rapidly sloping passage； dug in the soil；
between banks of sand and broken stones。 We are now completely
sheltered from the bitter wind which blows across the desert； and from
the dark doorway that opens before us comes a breath of air as from an
oven。 It is always dry and hot in the underground funeral places of
Egypt； which make indeed admirable stoves for mummies。 The threshold
once crossed we are plunged first of all in darkness and； preceded by
a lantern； make our way； by devious turnings； over large flagstones；
passing obelisks； fallen blocks of stone and other gigantic debris； in
a heat that continually increases。
At last the principal artery of the hypogeum appears； a thoroughfare
more than five hundred yards long； cut in the rock； where the Bedouins
have prepared for us the customary feeble light。
It is a place of fearful aspect。 As soon as one enters one is seized
by the sense of a mournfulness beyond words； by an oppression as of
something too heavy； too crushing； almost superhuman。 The impotent
little flames of the candles； placed in a row； in groups of fifty； on
tripods of wood from one end of the route to the other； show on the
right and left of the immense avenue rectangular sepulchral caverns；
containing each a black coffin； but a coffin as if for a mastodon。 And
all these coffins； so sombre and so alike； are square shaped too；
severely simple like so many boxes； but made out of a single block of
rare granite that gleams like marble。 They are entirely without
ornament。 It is necessary to look closely to distinguish on the smooth
walls the hieroglyphic inscriptions； the rows of little figures；
little owls； little jackals； that tell in a lost language the history
of ancient peoples。 Here is the signature of King Amasis； beyond； that
of King Cambyses。 。 。 。 Who were the Titans who； century after
century； were able to hew these coffins （they are at least twelve feet
long by ten feet high）； and； having hewn them； to carry them
underground （they weigh on an average between sixty and seventy tons）；
and finally to range them in rows here in these strange chambers；
where they stand as if in ambuscade on either side of us as we pass？
Each in its turn has contained quite comfortably the mummy of a bull
Apis； armoured in plates of gold。 But in spite of their weight； in
spite of their solidity which effectively defies destruction； they
have been despoiled＇*＇when is not precisely known； probably by the
soldiers of the King of Persia。 And this notwithstanding that merely
to open them represents a labour of astonishing strength and patience。
In some cases the thieves have succeeded； by the aid of levers； in
moving a few inches the formidable lid； in others； by persevering with
blows of pickaxes； they have pierced； in the thickness of the granite；
a hole through which a man has been enabled to crawl like a rat； or a
worm； and then； groping his way； to plunder the sacred mummy。
＇*＇ One； however； remains intact in the walled cavern； and thus
preserves for us the only Apis which has come down to our days。
And one recalls the emotion of Mariette； when； on entering it； he
saw on the sandy ground the imprint of the naked feet of the last
Egyptian who left it thirty…seven centuries before。
What strikes us most of all in the colossal hypogeum is the meeting
there； in the middle of the stairway by which we leave； with yet
another black coffin； which lies across our path as if to bar it。 It
is as monstrous and as simple as the others； its seniors； which many
centuries before； as the deified bulls died； had commenced to line the
great straight thoroughfare。 But this one has never reached its place
and never held its mummy。 It was the last。 Even while men were slowly
rolling it； with tense muscles and panting cries； towards what might
well have seemed its eternal chamber； others gods were born； and the
cult of the Apis had come to an endsuddenly； then and there！ Such a
fate may happen indeed to each and all of the religions and
institutions of men； even to those most deeply rooted in their hearts
and their ancestral past。 。 。 。 That perhaps is the most disturbing of
all our positive notions： to know that there will be a /last/ of all
things； not only a last temple； and a last priest； but a last birth of
a human child； a last sunrise； a last day。 。 。 。
*****
In these hot catacombs we had forgotten the cold wind that blew
outside； and the physiognomy of the Memphite desert； the aspects of
horror that were awaiting us above had vanished from our mind。
Sinister as it is under a blue sky； this desert becomes absolutely
intolerable to look upon if by chance the sky is cloudy when the
daylight fails。
On our return to it； from the subterranean darkness； everything in its
dead immensity has begun to take on the blue tint of the night。 On the
top of the sandhills； of which the yellow colour has greatly paled
since we went below； the wind amuses itself by raising little vortices
of sand that imitate the spray of an angry sea。 On all sides dark
clouds stretch themselves as at the moment of our descent。 The horizon
detaches itself more and more clearly from them； and； farther towards
the east； it actually seems to be tilted up； one of the highest of the
waves of this waterless sea； a mountain of sand whose soft contours
are deceptive in the distance； makes it look as if it sloped towards
us； so as almost to produce a sensation of vertigo。 The sun itself has
deigned to remain on the scene a few seconds longer； held beyond its
time by the effect of mirage； but it is so changed behind its thick
veils that we would prefer that it should not be there。 Of the colour
of dying embers； it seems too near and too large； it has ceased to
give any light； and is become a mere rose…coloured globe； that is
losing its shape and becoming oval。 No longer in the free heavens； but
stranded there on the extreme edge of the desert； it watches the scene
like a large dull eye； about to close itself in death。 And the
mysterious superhuman triangles； they too； of course； are there；
waiting for us on our return from underground； some near； some far；
posted in their eternal places； but surely they have grown gradually
more blue。 。 。 。
Such a night； in such a place； it seems the /last/ night。
CHAPTER VII
THE OUTSKIRTS OF CAIRO
Night。 A long straight road； the artery of some capital； through which
our carriage drives at a fast trot； making a deafening clatter on the
pavement。 Electric light everywhere。 The shops are closing； it must
needs be late。
The road is Levantine in its general character； and we should have no
clear notion of the place did we not see in our rapid； noisy passage
signs that recall us to the land of the Arabs。 People pass dressed in
the long robe and tarboosh of the East； and some of the houses； above
the European shops； are ornamented with mushrabiyas。 But this blinding
electricity strikes a false note。 In our hearts are we quite sure we
are in the East？
The road ends； opening on to darkness。 Suddenly； without any warning；
it abuts upon a void in which the eyes see nothing； and we roll over a
yielding； felted soil； where all noise abruptly ceasesit is the
/desert/！ 。 。 。 Not a vague； nondescript stretch of country such as in
the outskirts of our towns； not one of the solitudes of Europe； but
the threshold of the vast desolations of Arabia