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Chapter 21
AndwhentheDominie,inthechapel,hereinFolsomofaSunday,worshipsGodinhisowngoodmodernway,Iknowthatinhim,theDominie,stillabidetheworshipsofthePlough,theFish,theTree—ay,andalsoallworshipsofAstarteandtheNight.
IhavebeenanAryanmasterinoldEgypt,whenmysoldiersscrawledobscenitiesonthecarventombsofkingsdeadandgoneandforgottenaforetime.AndI,theAryanmasterinoldEgypt,havemyselfbuildedmytwoburialplaces—theoneafalseandmightypyramidtowhichagenerationofslavescouldattest;theotherhumble,meagre,secret,rock-hewninadesertvalleybyslaveswhodiedimmediatelytheirworkwasdone....AndIwondermehereinFolsom,whiledemocracydreamsitsenchantmentso’erthetwentiethcenturyworld,whetherthere,intherock-hewncryptofthatsecret,desertvalley,thebonesstillabidethatonceweremineandthatstiffenedmyanimatedbodywhenIwasanAryanmasterhigh-stomachedtocommand.
Andonthegreatdrift,southwardandeastwardundertheburningsunthatperishedalldescendantsofthehousesofAsgardandVanaheim,IhavebeenakinginCeylon,abuilderofAryanmonumentsunderAryankingsinoldJavaandoldSumatra.AndIhavediedahundreddeathsonthegreatSouthSeadriftereevertherebirthofmecametoplantmonuments,thatonlyAryansplant,onvolcanictropicislandsthatI,DarrellStanding,cannotname,beingtoolittleversedto-dayinthatfarseageography.
