Howard Lovecraft: The Color out of Space and Other Mystery Stories / «Цвет из иных миров» и другие мистические истории

We sat in silence for some time. A thought came to me suddenly: I should visit the tree again. “Let’s take a trip. I think I can take you there in half a day.”

“You’d better stay away,” said Theunis, thoughtfully. “I doubt if you could find the place again even if you wanted to.”

“Nonsense!” I cried. “Surely, with these photos…”

“Did you see any familiar landmarks in them?”

He was right. After looking through the shots carefully, I had to admit that there were none.

“A perfectly normal picture of a spot from nowhere. Seeing mountains from this low place is impossible, but wait!” Theunis muttered. He got off the chair and ran out of the room. I could hear him moving in our library, cursing loudly. Soon he came back with an old book. He opened it and looked at the odd characters.

“What is that?” I asked.

“This is an early English translation of the Chronicle of Nath, written by Rudolf Yergler, a German mystic and alchemist who borrowed some of his lore from Hermes Trismegistus, the ancient Egyptian sorcerer. There is a passage here that might interest you and help you understand why this tree is even further from the natural than you suspect. Listen.”

“So in the year of the Black Goat there came to Nath a shadow that should not be on Earth, and that had no form known to the eyes of Earth. And it fed on the souls of men. These poor men were blinded with dreams till the horror and the endless night lay upon them. They could not see what that Shadow was because the Shadow took false shapes that men know or dream of, and freedom seemed waiting only in the Land of the Three Suns. But it was told by priests of the Old Book that he who could see the Shadow’s true shape and live after seeing it might be able to send it back to the starless void. This could be done only through the Gem which Ka-Nefer, the High-Priest, kept sacred in the temple, but it was lost with Phrenes. Yet, at last, the hungry Shadow left Nath – only to come back again in the next year of the Black Goat.”

Theunis paused while I stared at him. Finally he spoke. “Now, I think you can guess how it all links up. According to the old legends, this is the so-called ‘Year of the Black Goat’ when certain horrors from the Outside are supposed to visit the earth and do harm. We don’t know what they are like, but they could be like strange mirages and hallucinations. I don’t like your story or the pictures. It may be pretty bad, and I warn you to be careful. But first I must try to do what old Yergler says. Fortunately, the old Gem he mentions has been found, and I know where I can get it. We must use it on the photographs and see what we see, and maybe make sketches. The Gem is more or less like a lens or prism, though one can’t take photographs with it. There’s a bit of danger, and the looker’s sanity might be harmed because the real shape of the shadow isn’t pleasant and doesn’t belong on this earth. But it would be a lot more dangerous not to do anything about it. So if you value your life and sanity, stay away from that hill and from the thing you think is a tree on it.”

I was more scared than ever. “How can there be someone from the Outside here?” I cried. “How do we know that such things exist?”

“You think in terms of [13] Ты мыслишь в категориях / в рамках this small planet Earth,” Theunis said. “Surely it cannot measure the whole universe. There may be invisible creatures we have never dreamed of right under our noses. Modern science is studying the unknown and proving that the mystics were not so wrong.”

Suddenly I knew that I did not want to look at the picture again; I wanted to destroy it. I wanted to run from it. Theunis was suggesting something beyond… A trembling, cosmic fear gripped me and drew me away from the hideous picture because I was afraid I would recognize some object in it…

I looked at my friend. He was reading the ancient book with a strange expression on his face. Then he sat up straight. “Enough for today. I’m tired of this endless guessing and wondering. I must try to get the gem from the museum where it is and do what is to be done.”

“Will you have to go to Croydon?” I asked.

He nodded.

In the next two weeks I wanted to return to the tree of dreams and freedom and at the same time I feared the thing and all connected with it. Meanwhile, Theunis was busy with some investigation of the strangest nature, something which involved a mysterious trip and a return in greatest secrecy. On the telephone he told me that he had somewhere found the object mentioned in the ancient book as “The Gem,” and that he was trying to use it on the photographs I had left with him. He spoke of “refraction,” “polarization,” “unknown angles of space and time” and of building a special box.

Sixteen days later I got the shocking message from the hospital in Croydon. Theunis was there and wanted to see me at once. He had some strange seizure. He was found unconscious by friends who had come into his house after hearing cries of mortal fear. Though still weak, he wanted to tell me something. The hospital told me this much over the phone, and in half an hour I was at my friend’s bed. He first asked the nurses to leave in order to speak with me in private [14] наедине .

“I saw it!” he said. “You must destroy them all – those pictures. I sent it back by seeing it. That tree will never be seen on the hill again – at least for thousands of years till the next

Year of the Black Goat. You are safe now, and the mankind is safe.”

He paused, then continued.

“But you need to do something. Take the Gem out of the black box and put it in the safe. It must go back where it came from because there’s a time when it may be needed to save the world. They won’t let me leave yet, but I can rest if I know it’s safe. Don’t look through the Gem because it can do the same thing to you as it did to me. And burn those damned photographs!”

In another half an hour I was at his house and looking at the black box on the library table. And next to the box I saw the envelope of pictures I had taken. It did not take me long to examine the box with my earliest picture of the tree at one end and a strange amber-colored crystal at the other. I felt a mixture of emotions. Even after I had put the picture in the envelope with the rest of the photos, I had a wish to save it, and look at it, and run up the hill toward its original again. But the picture also scared me, so I quickly burned the envelope with all the photographs in the fireplace.

Strangely, I never wanted to look through the box before taking out the gem and the photograph. What was shown in the picture by the antique crystal’s lens was not – I was sure of it – what a normal brain could take. Whatever it was, I had been close to it, had been under its spell on that distant hill in the form of a tree and an unfamiliar landscape. And to sleep better at night, I did not wish to know what it had been.

Unfortunately, something had caught my eye [15] привлекло моё внимание / мой взгляд упал на before I left the room. It was a paper lying among other papers on the table beside the black box. All papers were blank, but that one had a drawing in pencil. Suddenly I remembered what Theunis had once said about sketching the horror seen through the gem. Out of curiosity, I looked at the drawing and straight into the dark and forbidden design – and fainted.

Since then I have never been quite the same. I will never describe fully what I saw. After a while, I managed to get up and throw the drawing into the dying fire. Then I walked through the quiet streets to my home, thanking God I had not looked through the crystal at the photograph and praying to be able to forget the terrible drawing of Theunis.