Now a sharp squall of strong wind swept across the space, and with it came a flaw of rain.It passed by, and the storm that had been muttering and growling in the distance began to burst.The great clouds seemed to grow and swell, and from the breast of them swift lightnings leapt, to be met by other lightnings rushing upwards from the earth.The air was filled with a tumult of uncertain wind and a hiss as of distant rain.Then the batteries of thunder were opened, and the world shook with their volume.Down from on high the flashes fell blinding and incessant, and by the light of them the fire-doctors could be seen running to and fro, pointing now here and now there with their wands of human bones, and pouring the medicines from their gourds upon the ground and upon each other.Owen and his two companions could be seen also, standing quietly with clasped hands, while above them towered the tall white cross.
At length the storm was straight over head.Slowly it advanced in its awe-inspiring might as flash after flash, each more fantastic and horrible than the last, smote upon the floor of ironstone.It played about the shapes of the doctors, who in the midst of it looked like devils in an inferno.It crept onwards towards the station of the cross, but--/it never reached the cross/.
One flash struck indeed within fifty paces of where Owen stood.Then of a sudden a marvel happened, or something which to this day the People of Fire talk of as a marvel, for in an instant the rain began to pour like a wall of water stretching from earth to heaven, and the wind changed.It had been blowing from the west, now it blew from the east with the force of a gale.
It blew and rolled the tempest back upon itself, causing it to return to the regions whence it had gathered.At the very foot of the cross its march was stayed; there was the water-line, as straight as if it had been drawn with a rule.The thunder-clouds that were pressed forward met the clouds that were pressed back, and together they seemed to come to earth, filling the air with a gloom so dense that the eye could not pierce it.To the west was a wall of blackness towering to the heavens; to the east, light, blue and unholy, gleamed upon the white cross and the figures of its watchers.
For some seconds--twenty or more--there was a lull, and then it seemed as though all hell had broken loose upon the world.The wall of blackness became a wall of flame, in which strange and ardent shapes appeared ascending and descending; the thunder bellowed till the mountains rocked, and in one last blaze, awful and indescribable, the skies melted into a deluge of fire.In the flare of it Owen thought that he saw the figures of men falling this way and that, then he staggered against the cross for support and his senses failed him.
When they returned again, he perceived the storm being drawn back from the face of the pale earth like a pall from the face of the dead, and he heard a murmur of fear and wonder rising from ten thousand throats.
Well might they fear and wonder, for of the twenty and one wizards eleven were dead, four were paralysed by shock, five were flying in their terror, and one, Hokosa himself, stood staring at the fallen, a very picture of despair.Nor was this all, for the meteor stone with a human shape which for generations the People of Fire had worshipped as a god, lay upon the plain in fused and shattered fragments.
The people saw, and a sound as of a hollow groan of terror went up from them.Then they were silent.For a while Owen and his companions were silent also, since their hearts were too full for speech.Then he said:--"As the snake fell harmless from the hand of Paul, so has the lightning turned back from me, who strive to follow in his footsteps, working death and dismay among those who would have harmed us.May forgiveness be theirs who were without understanding.Brethren, let us return and make report to the king."Now, as they had come, so they went back; first Owen with the crucifix, next to him Nodwengo, and last of the three John.They drew near to the king, when suddenly, moved by a common impulse, the thousands of the people upon the banks of the stream with one accord threw themselves upon their knees before Owen, calling him God and offering him worship.Infected by the contagion, Umsuka, his guard and his councillors followed their example, so that of all the multitude Hokosa alone remained upon his feet, standing by his dishonoured and riven deity.
"Rise!" cried Owen aghast."Would you do sacrilege, and offer worship to a man? Rise, I command you!"Then the king rose, saying:--
"You are no man, Messenger, you are a spirit.""He is a spirit," repeated the multitude after him.
"I am /not/ a spirit, I am yet a man," cried Owen again, "but the Spirit Whom I serve has made His power manifest in me His servant, and your idols are smitten with the sword of His power, O ye Sons of Fire!
Hokosa still lives, let him be brought hither."They fetched Hokosa, and he stood before them.
"You have seen, Wizard," said the king."What have you to say?""Nothing," answered Hokosa, "save that victory is to the Cross, and to the white man who preaches it, for his magic is greater than our magic.By his command the tempest was stayed, and the boasts we hurled fell back upon our heads and the head of our god to destroy us.""Yes," said the king, "victory is to the Cross, and henceforth the Cross shall be worshipped in this land, or at least no other god shall be worshipped.Let us be going.Come with me, Messenger, Lord of the Lightning."
