Can it? Jane questioned. Janes question did not mean that she thought it couldnt, for in spite of the parlour furniture the feeling of magic was growing deeper and thicker, and seemed to fill the room like a dream of a scented fog.
Of course it can. I suppose you can read.
Oh yes! Everyone was rather hurt at the question.
Well, thenall youve got to do is to read the name thats written on the part of the charm that youve got. And as soon as you say the name out loud the thing will have power to dowell, several things.
There was a silence. The red charm was passed from hand to hand.
Theres no name on it, said Cyril at last.
Nonsense, said the Psammead; whats that?
Oh, THAT! said Cyril, its not reading. It looks like pictures of chickens and snakes and things.
This was what was on the charm: [Hieroglyphics omitted.]
Ive no patience with you, said the Psammead; if you cant read you must find some one who can. A priest now?
We dont know any priests, said Anthea; we know a clergymanhes called a priest in the prayer-book, you knowbut he only knows Greek and Latin and Hebrew, and this isnt any of thoseI know.
The Psammead stamped a furry foot angrily.
I wish Id never seen you, it said; you arent any more good than so many stone images. Not so much, if Im to tell the truth. Is there no wise man in your Babylon who can pronounce the names of the Great Ones?
Theres a poor learned gentleman upstairs, said Anthea, we might try him. He has a lot of stone images in his room, and iron-looking ones toowe peeped in once when he was out. Old Nurse says he doesnt eat enough to keep a canary alive. He spends it all on stones and things.
Try him, said the Psammead, only be careful. If he knows a greater name than this and uses it against you, your charm will be of no use. Bind him first with the chains of honour and upright dealing. And then ask his aidoh, yes, youd better all go; you can put me to sand as you go upstairs. I must have a few minutes peace and quietness.
So the four children hastily washed their hands and brushed their hairthis was Antheas ideaand went up to knock at the door of the poor learned gentleman, and to bind him with the chains of honour and upright dealing.
CHAPTER 3. THE PAST
The learned gentleman had let his dinner get quite cold. It was mutton chop, and as it lay on the plate it looked like a brown island in the middle of a frozen pond, because the grease of the gravy had become cold, and consequently white. It looked very nasty, and it was the first thing the children saw when, after knocking three times and receiving no reply, one of them ventured to turn the handle and softly to open the door. The chop was on the end of a long table that ran down one side of the room. The table had images on it and queer-shaped stones, and books. And there were glass cases fixed against the wall behind, with little strange things in them. The cases were rather like the ones you see in jewellers shops.
The poor learned gentleman was sitting at a table in the window, looking at something very small which he held in a pair of fine pincers. He had a round spy-glass sort of thing in one eyewhich reminded the children of watchmakers, and also of the long snails eyes of the Psammead. The gentleman was very long and thin, and his long, thin boots stuck out under the other side of his table. He did not hear the door open, and the children stood hesitating. At last Robert gave the door a push, and they all started back, for in the middle of the wall that the door had hidden was a mummy-casevery, very, very bigpainted in red and yellow and green and black, and the face of it seemed to look at them quite angrily.
You know what a mummy-case is like, of course? If you dont you had better go to the British Museum at once and find out. Anyway, it is not at all the sort of thing that you expect to meet in a top-floor front in Bloomsbury, looking as though it would like to know what business YOU had there.
So everyone said, Oh! rather loud, and their boots clattered as they stumbled back.
The learned gentleman took the glass out of his eye and saidI beg your pardon, in a very soft, quiet pleasant voicethe voice of a gentleman who has been to Oxford.
Its us that beg yours, said Cyril politely. We are sorry to disturb you.
Come in, said the gentleman, risingwith the most distinguished courtesy, Anthea told herself. I am delighted to see you. Wont you sit down? No, not there; allow me to move that papyrus.
He cleared a chair, and stood smiling and looking kindly through his large, round spectacles.
He treats us like grown-ups, whispered Robert, and he doesnt seem to know how many of us there are.
Hush, said Anthea, it isnt manners to whisper. You say, Cyrilgo ahead.
Were very sorry to disturb you, said Cyril politely, but we did knock three times, and you didnt say Come in, or Run away now, or that you couldnt be bothered just now, or to come when you werent so busy, or any of the things people do say when you knock at doors, so we opened it. We knew you were in because we heard you sneeze while we were waiting.
Not at all, said the gentleman; do sit down.
He has found out there are four of us, said Robert, as the gentleman cleared three more chairs. He put the things off them carefully on the floor. The first chair had things like bricks that tiny, tiny birds feet have walked over when the bricks were soft, only the marks were in regular lines. The second chair had round things on it like very large, fat, long, pale beads. And the last chair had a pile of dusty papers on it. The children sat down.
We know you are very, very learned, said Cyril, and we have got a charm, and we want you to read the name on it, because it isnt in Latin or Greek, or Hebrew, or any of the languages WE know
A thorough knowledge of even those languages is a very fair foundation on which to build an education, said the gentleman politely.
Oh! said Cyril blushing, but we only know them to look at, except Latinand Im only in Caesar with that. The gentleman took off his spectacles and laughed. His laugh sounded rusty, Cyril thought, as though it wasnt often used.
Of course! he said. Im sure I beg your pardon. I think I must have been in a dream. You are the children who live downstairs, are you not? Yes. I have seen you as I have passed in and out. And you have found something that you think to be an antiquity, and youve brought it to show me? That was very kind. I should like to inspect it.
Im afraid we didnt think about your liking to inspect it, said the truthful Anthea. It was just for US because we wanted to know the name on it
Oh, yesand, I say, Robert interjected, you wont think it rude of us if we ask you first, before we show it, to be bound in the what-do-you-call-it of
In the bonds of honour and upright dealing, said Anthea.
Im afraid I dont quite follow you, said the gentleman, with gentle nervousness.
Well, its this way, said Cyril. Weve got part of a charm. And the SammyI mean, something told us it would work, though its only half a one; but it wont work unless we can say the name thats on it. But, of course, if youve got another name that can lick ours, our charm will be no go; so we want you to give us your word of honour as a gentlemanthough Im sure, now Ive seen you, that its not necessary; but still Ive promised to ask you, so we must. Will you please give us your honourable word not to say any name stronger than the name on our charm?
The gentleman had put on his spectacles again and was looking at Cyril through them. He now said: Bless me! more than once, adding, Who told you all this?
I cant tell you, said Cyril. Im very sorry, but I cant.
Some faint memory of a far-off childhood must have come to the learned gentleman just then, for he smiled. I see, he said. It is some sort of game that you are engaged in? Of course! Yes! Well, I will certainly promise. Yet I wonder how you heard of the names of power?
We cant tell you that either, said Cyril; and Anthea said, Here is our charm, and held it out.
With politeness, but without interest, the gentleman took it. But after the first glance all his body suddenly stiffened, as a pointers does when he sees a partridge.
Excuse me, he said in quite a changed voice, and carried the charm to the window. He looked at it; he turned it over. He fixed his spy-glass in his eye and looked again. No one said anything. Only Robert made a shuffling noise with his feet till Anthea nudged him to shut up. At last the learned gentleman drew a long breath.
Where did you find this? he asked.
We didnt find it. We bought it at a shop. Jacob Absalom the name isnot far from Charing Cross, said Cyril.
We gave seven-and-sixpence for it, added Jane.
It is not for sale, I suppose? You do not wish to part with it?
I ought to tell you that it is extremely valuableextraordinarily valuable, I may say.
Yes, said Cyril, we know that, so of course we want to keep it.
Keep it carefully, then, said the gentleman impressively; and if ever you should wish to part with it, may I ask you to give me the refusal of it?
The refusal?
I mean, do not sell it to anyone else until you have given me the opportunity of buying it.
All right, said Cyril, we wont. But we dont want to sell it. We want to make it do things.
I suppose you can play at that as well as at anything else, said the gentleman; but Im afraid the days of magic are over.
They arent REALLY, said Anthea earnestly. Youd see they arent if I could tell you about our last summer holidays. Only I mustnt. Thank you very much. And can you read the name?
Yes, I can read it.
Will you tell it us? The name, said the gentleman, is Ur Hekau Setcheh.
Ur Hekau Setcheh, repeated Cyril. Thanks awfully. I do hope we havent taken up too much of your time.
Not at all, said the gentleman. And do let me entreat you to be very, very careful of that most valuable specimen.
They said Thank you in all the different polite ways they could think of, and filed out of the door and down the stairs. Anthea was last. Half-way down to the first landing she turned and ran up again.
The door was still open, and the learned gentleman and the mummy-case were standing opposite to each other, and both looked as though they had stood like that for years.
The gentleman started when Anthea put her hand on his arm.
I hope you wont be cross and say its not my business, she said, but do look at your chop! Dont you think you ought to eat it? Father forgets his dinner sometimes when hes writing, and Mother always says I ought to remind him if shes not at home to do it herself, because its so bad to miss your regular meals.
So I thought perhaps you wouldnt mind my reminding you, because you dont seem to have anyone else to do it.
She glanced at the mummy-case; IT certainly did not look as though it would ever think of reminding people of their meals.
The learned gentleman looked at her for a moment before he said
Thank you, my dear. It was a kindly thought. No, I havent anyone to remind me about things like that.
He sighed, and looked at the chop.
It looks very nasty, said Anthea.
Yes, he said, it does. Ill eat it immediately, before I forget.
As he ate it he sighed more than once. Perhaps because the chop was nasty, perhaps because he longed for the charm which the children did not want to sell, perhaps because it was so long since anyone cared whether he ate his chops or forgot them.
Anthea caught the others at the stair-foot. They woke the Psammead, and it taught them exactly how to use the word of power, and to make the charm speak. I am not going to tell you how this is done, because you might try to do it. And for you any such trying would be almost sure to end in disappointment. Because in the first place it is a thousand million to one against your ever getting hold of the right sort of charm, and if you did, there would be hardly any chance at all of your finding a learned gentleman clever enough and kind enough to read the word for you.
The children and the Psammead crouched in a circle on the floorin the girls bedroom, because in the parlour they might have been interrupted by old Nurses coming in to lay the cloth for teaand the charm was put in the middle of the circle.
The sun shone splendidly outside, and the room was very light. Through the open window came the hum and rattle of London, and in the street below they could hear the voice of the milkman.
When all was ready, the Psammead signed to Anthea to say the word. And she said it. Instantly the whole light of all the world seemed to go out. The room was dark. The world outside was darkdarker than the darkest night that ever was. And all the sounds went out too, so that there was a silence deeper than any silence you have ever even dreamed of imagining. It was like being suddenly deaf and blind, only darker and quieter even than that.
But before the children had got over the sudden shock of it enough to be frightened, a faint, beautiful light began to show in the middle of the circle, and at the same moment a faint, beautiful voice began to speak. The light was too small for one to see anything by, and the voice was too small for you to hear what it said. You could just see the light and just hear the voice.
But the light grew stronger. It was greeny, like glow-worms lamps, and it grew and grew till it was as though thousands and thousands of glow-worms were signalling to their winged sweethearts from the middle of the circle. And the voice grew, not so much in loudness as in sweetness (though it grew louder, too), till it was so sweet that you wanted to cry with pleasure just at the sound of it. It was like nightingales, and the sea, and the fiddle, and the voice of your mother when you have been a long time away, and she meets you at the door when you get home.
And the voice said
Speak. What is it that you would hear?
I cannot tell you what language the voice used. I only know that everyone present understood it perfectly. If you come to think of it, there must be some language that everyone could understand, if we only knew what it was. Nor can I tell you how the charm spoke, nor whether it was the charm that spoke, or some presence in the charm. The children could not have told you either. Indeed, they could not look at the charm while it was speaking, because the light was too bright. They looked instead at the green radiance on the faded Kidderminster carpet at the edge of the circle. They all felt very quiet, and not inclined to ask questions or fidget with their feet. For this was not like the things that had happened in the country when the Psammead had given them their wishes. That had been funny somehow, and this was not. It was something like Arabian Nights magic, and something like being in church. No one cared to speak.
It was Cyril who said at last