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Speaker 1: You are standing in a moonlit clearing somewhere in the
Speaker 1: Burmese jungle, the ruins of an ancient temple at your back,
Speaker 1: while gliding silently across the grass towards you. The knife
Speaker 1: in her hand held pointing at you is the beautiful
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Speaker 2: of Evil.
Speaker 3: I studied Fairchild as he read the letter. He was
Speaker 3: not a man I would ordinarily turn to for help,
Speaker 3: But I was not acquainted in Mandalay then too. He
Speaker 3: knew Campbell. I mean no slur against Fairchild. He was
Speaker 3: bright enough as government office Clark's go I had simply
Speaker 3: hoped for more formidable assistance. This is the last letter
Speaker 3: you received from Campbell, the last word of any sort
Speaker 3: until I cabled him to meet me in Mandalay. He
Speaker 3: cabled back that he would and named this hotel at
Speaker 3: noon today.
Speaker 4: Well, it's only two hours late. Two hours doesn't mean
Speaker 4: much in Burma.
Speaker 3: I'm not especially concerned about these two hours.
Speaker 4: The letter day, I can't say I blame you, Ah,
Speaker 4: the sort of letter doesn't make a lot of sense
Speaker 4: to me, not to.
Speaker 3: Me, not to anyone at the Historical Society.
Speaker 4: I hate to suggest this, but it sounds as if
Speaker 4: the old boys cracked a bit, wouldn't you say?
Speaker 3: That's more or less what I've been sent to find out?
Speaker 4: This part here, he says, I shall fail if where
Speaker 4: I look, my eyes see no beauty candy and I
Speaker 4: it has a certain ring to it.
Speaker 3: When was the last time you saw Campbell?
Speaker 4: Let me see, it was well before the rain set in.
Speaker 4: I should say a good six or eight weeks before.
Speaker 4: That would make it late February or early March.
Speaker 3: Campbell's letter was posted here in Mandalay the fourteenth of May.
Speaker 3: You're certain you didn't see him around that data positive?
Speaker 4: Of course, just because it was posted here doesn't mean
Speaker 4: Campbell himself was in Mandalay. Probably sent it up here
Speaker 4: from Pugan by Mangba Mangbar, Burmese boy devoted to Campbell.
Speaker 3: It's been all sorts of help to him.
Speaker 4: With all that corobing about it does around Pugan, ruddy
Speaker 4: ancient shrines and pagodas, the places crawling.
Speaker 3: With him enough. Yes, yes, that's what I understand.
Speaker 4: Mumba does a lot of that sort of thing for Campbell,
Speaker 4: and supplies comes out the Eeradi by boat. You know
Speaker 4: there's no train down to Pogan from Mandally. I don't
Speaker 4: suppose Campbell relishes the boat trip often.
Speaker 3: What was he like the last time you saw him?
Speaker 4: Seems normal enough. We lunched here at the hotels, just
Speaker 4: as we're doing.
Speaker 3: From what you've said, that's about four months or so ago.
Speaker 3: I guess a lot could happen to a man in
Speaker 3: four months.
Speaker 4: It could be Poogan nothing but those miserable pagodas and
Speaker 4: shined I don't take much to ruin myself. You mean that,
Speaker 4: haven't you lying?
Speaker 3: No, no, no, this is my first trip to.
Speaker 4: Then might just give you a word about the people,
Speaker 4: all sorts, of course, but those around Pugan seemed to
Speaker 4: be given to all manner of strange beliefs, superstitions, odd things, well,
Speaker 4: the evil eye for example.
Speaker 3: You're serious, dead serious? Well, we can't be talking about
Speaker 3: the same thing. If I remember correctly, the archaic belief
Speaker 3: in the evil eye is that if one possesses it,
Speaker 3: anything or anyone he looks upon, will die. Only it
Speaker 3: isn't entirely archaic.
Speaker 4: It's a widespread belief in Ninja, parts of Egypt, Arabia,
Speaker 4: and certainly here in Burma.
Speaker 3: That's fantastic.
Speaker 4: If I may lorning, you're apt to find a great
Speaker 4: many things in Burma fantastics. Not so much in Mandalay,
Speaker 4: perhaps a rangoon, But around Kugan and to the west
Speaker 4: and north there's a feeling, a mystic something that's been
Speaker 4: known to take hold of men.
Speaker 3: You're suggesting that can be, I don't know.
Speaker 4: You'd have to go there to find out.
Speaker 3: As fair Child left me, something drew my attention across
Speaker 3: the room. She was alone, and quite possibly the most
Speaker 3: beautiful woman I have ever seen, utterly strikingly beautiful, and
Speaker 3: the look in her eyes was a compelling invitation. In
Speaker 3: no time at all, I.
Speaker 5: Accepted you were a very long time.
Speaker 3: A matter of seconds after I saw you, But.
Speaker 5: You were a long time seeing me. I have been
Speaker 5: looking at you for almost an hour.
Speaker 3: Oh, not like that. You haven't. No, i'd have known.
Speaker 3: I wonder.
Speaker 5: Your face, a very nice face, is being clouded with concern,
Speaker 5: and so with mine have been with your luncheon Compellon.
Speaker 3: It was a bit dry, wasn't he.
Speaker 5: I saw no reason for you to spend more time
Speaker 5: with him. Gina decided you should spend your time with her.
Speaker 3: China.
Speaker 5: I like that, and I like the name Stephen Loring.
Speaker 3: How on earth could you know that?
Speaker 5: Either I have the gift of Claire Ryance or I
Speaker 5: paid to look at the hotel register.
Speaker 3: Well, in either case, I'm flattered. And because I haven't
Speaker 3: much time, I agree with China. I should spend what
Speaker 3: time I have with her? How much time today? Perhaps tonight?
Speaker 5: And tomorrow?
Speaker 3: No, no, tomorrow, I'm off to Pugan and a feeling
Speaker 3: a mystic something that's been known to take hold of men.
Speaker 3: You choke about Pugan. Oh no, no, not really, I
Speaker 3: was quoting my drab friend. I've never been to Pugan myself.
Speaker 5: I do not think you would like it there.
Speaker 3: Oh, pu Gan is very different.
Speaker 5: I should think you would find men delay much more
Speaker 5: to your taste.
Speaker 3: I should think I would too, And Gina, knowing Mandelay
Speaker 3: was strange to me, wrote out instructions that would lead
Speaker 3: me to a rendezvous that night, and she was gone.
Speaker 3: I found it difficult to believe our meeting it ever occurred,
Speaker 3: except that the memory of her was vivid and haunting.
Speaker 3: I lingered over a brandy and was preparing to leave
Speaker 3: the dining room.
Speaker 6: Greetings, Takin, m you are I am certain one, mister Loring.
Speaker 3: Is everyone in Burma clairvoyant?
Speaker 6: No, Takin, I am pleased to be Mumba Oo, Mumba.
Speaker 3: Oh, Campbell's friend from Pugan. But where is he? Isn't
Speaker 3: he with you?
Speaker 6: Regrettively? Not with Mumbai? A stimid friend remained in Pugan
Speaker 6: asked that you understand and kindly to return to Pugan
Speaker 6: with Mumbai.
Speaker 3: Oh, well, is anything the matter with Campbell?
Speaker 6: To say again? A steveds friend remains in Pugan and
Speaker 6: asks that you understand and kindly to return to Pugan
Speaker 6: with Mumbah.
Speaker 3: No, No, I understand you all right, I'm inquiring about Campbell?
Speaker 3: Is he well?
Speaker 6: To say? Again? Is still?
Speaker 3: I understand? I am to come with you to Pugan. Campbell?
Speaker 3: Is there?
Speaker 6: Good?
Speaker 3: Good?
Speaker 6: To live? Now? Is to arrive at Pugan as the
Speaker 6: sun rises.
Speaker 3: No, not good, Not today. Tomorrow morning, when the sun
Speaker 3: lives again, we.
Speaker 6: Will go to say again to leave now?
Speaker 3: No no, no no, never mind that I said not today.
Speaker 3: Do you understand? Tomorrow morning you and I go to Pugan.
Speaker 6: Not good?
Speaker 3: Very good? Here can you lead me to this address
Speaker 3: or show me how to get there?
Speaker 6: Seem to answer, Mumba is able to lead to this address?
Speaker 3: I have splendid Then meet me here at the hotel
Speaker 3: at seven eve.
Speaker 6: No, thank you?
Speaker 3: Take in no, no, what's all this about to.
Speaker 6: Beg father in takin tho abo Mumba think not wise
Speaker 6: for one mister loring to present himself at stated address.
Speaker 6: So Mungba not to lead him there.
Speaker 3: And he smiled and bowed and scurried off. It didn't matter.
Speaker 3: I knew that somehow I would find my way to China.
Speaker 3: That night, when evening came, I left the hotel and
Speaker 3: began a bewildering tour of the countless bazaars. By asking
Speaker 3: a direction here and a question there, I came finally
Speaker 3: to a dark cluster of buildings in a remote section
Speaker 3: of the Zegio Bazaar, and there at the proper door,
Speaker 3: I stopped.
Speaker 7: You are the most welcome one.
Speaker 3: I'm still even loring much.
Speaker 7: You know it's for you, kindly and thank you.
Speaker 3: Let's see. It's a bit dark in here, isn't it.
Speaker 7: The lights of a thousand candles are soon to come.
Speaker 7: Taking one moment.
Speaker 3: I took a few steps on past the servant, and
Speaker 3: suddenly I felt a pair of arms around me. I
Speaker 3: struggled to free myself, and then a blinding tune flashed
Speaker 3: through me, and I felt myself sinking to the floor. Faintfully.
Speaker 3: I heard the voices, and only one did I recognize,
Speaker 3: and that of the little Burmese manbow.
Speaker 6: Turk mm hmmm, turkey too weak from a dream, not
Speaker 6: always pleasing, Taki, well, mumba, m.
Speaker 3: What happened?
Speaker 6: Not to remember? Often rewarding, Oh, we're on a boat
Speaker 6: soon to land at Bugan.
Speaker 3: Well, last night you will followed me. You saved my life.
Speaker 6: No trouble to serve a friend of a stement friend.
Speaker 3: Oh yeah, yes, yes, Campbell. I wonder how I'll find.
Speaker 6: Him in time. Taking all questions are answered.
Speaker 3: No, no, you're wrong. Some questions are never answered. Maybe
Speaker 3: that's just as.
Speaker 6: Well, spoken like man of wisdom, enlightenment.
Speaker 3: Very little of either. This morning, Mumba. It is morning.
Speaker 6: Isn't it sun warm? And you like Mumbai as much
Speaker 6: to learn before he dies. We all do too big
Speaker 6: and takin some more than others. People a village are
Speaker 6: in their hearts good people, but wisdom to them new
Speaker 6: and fears old.
Speaker 3: Yes, so I understand, But what is.
Speaker 6: People a village require patients. Leader who shows patience and
Speaker 6: no fear can bring my people to enlightenment away from
Speaker 6: superstitions and ancient religious teachings.
Speaker 3: Oh no, you've got the wrong idea. I have not
Speaker 3: come to lead your people anymore than Campbell didn't. Now understand,
Speaker 3: I've come only to get data on the ancient shrines
Speaker 3: and for godders nearby, and to help your esteem from Campbell.
Speaker 6: Taking to see many past glories of Fugan. But a
Speaker 6: big pardon. Villagers of Pugan also there.
Speaker 3: The village. When we reached it was somewhat inland from
Speaker 3: the river port of Bugan. Proper wood and bamboo huts
Speaker 3: lined the four sides of a square that served as
Speaker 3: a compound. A pack of wild dogs swarmed ahead of us,
Speaker 3: yapping a signal to the groups of villagers bunched together
Speaker 3: near a central hut. Mungba raised his hand in greeting
Speaker 3: hunt for a moment of frozen silence. The villagers turned
Speaker 3: and ran.
Speaker 6: They run from us. Something very wrong, not much of
Speaker 6: a welcome. Must walk ahead, too hot of a stupid friend.
Speaker 6: Must smile, show no fear, Come taky.
Speaker 3: I fixed this smile on my face that Mungba ordered,
Speaker 3: and I followed him. If I showed no fear, it
Speaker 3: was not because I felt none. There wasn't a soul
Speaker 3: in sight. But my back straightened, rigid with the field
Speaker 3: of a hundred eyes upon it. Mangba's steps slowed at
Speaker 3: the sound of the bell, his head cut slightly to
Speaker 3: one side, as if to listen. We walked on slowly
Speaker 3: now until we came to the central hut. There, Mungba
Speaker 3: stop cold, bloo oooh not so what is it? What's wrong?
Speaker 6: He e will I it has come see evil eye.
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Speaker 3: Mamba had disappeared as quickly and completely as the others
Speaker 3: fled in terror from a crude sign I could not understand.
Speaker 3: At the door of the central Hut, the temple bells
Speaker 3: tolled ominously as I walked inside, not knowing what to expect.
Speaker 3: Mugba had called this Campbell's hut, but there was no
Speaker 3: one inside, only the strange signs and symbols affixed to
Speaker 3: everything in sight. I wanted to run too desperately, but
Speaker 3: something told me that if I were safe at all,
Speaker 3: I was safer inside the hut. As the silent day
Speaker 3: wore on, I found many of Campbell's papers, garbled and strange.
Speaker 3: They were a chronic of the steady deterioration of a man.
Speaker 3: When I finally put them down, it was night.
Speaker 6: Turkein Takin Mumba falls before you. Are you hurt only
Speaker 6: with hurt of shame? Takin and get up. When Julie forgiven,
Speaker 6: I said, get.
Speaker 3: Up and tell me what this madness is all about
Speaker 3: these signs this poppy talk about the evil eye.
Speaker 6: Mumba, upon seeing the signs of evil, I forgot his
Speaker 6: enlightened eyes.
Speaker 3: Did you find out about Campbell?
Speaker 6: He is said to be possessed.
Speaker 3: And that accounts of these signs.
Speaker 6: Signs are charmed to evil eye take away power. So
Speaker 6: say my.
Speaker 3: People, your people are insane.
Speaker 6: Only frightened, takeen.
Speaker 3: Look, can't you talk to them, reason with them, telling
Speaker 3: they had nothing to fear that even if they did
Speaker 3: these obscene charms.
Speaker 6: And there's a no answer, not Mumbah, Turkeen must do me.
Speaker 3: That's ridiculous to say.
Speaker 6: Again, Turkeen must do the wile ie is on this house.
Speaker 6: Only Takin can prove this is not so, so, say
Speaker 6: my people, But how tomorrow Takin look upon chosen one.
Speaker 6: If chosen one not die, spell of evil eye broken.
Speaker 6: If chosen one die not good all the idiotic too
Speaker 6: beg pardon to do this only way to save esteemed
Speaker 6: friend and self.
Speaker 3: There was no sleep. The bugan night spent itself slowly, weirdly,
Speaker 3: washed in moonlight, and filled with strange sounds. The paddy birds,
Speaker 3: the barking deer, the cries of wild cattle. Then and always, always,
Speaker 3: the eerie toll of the temple bells. I could feel
Speaker 3: it building in the a fusion of strangeness, a fear,
Speaker 3: a fear that was somehow compelling. Drawn to an opening
Speaker 3: at the back of Campbell's hut, I looked out. From there,
Speaker 3: I saw a moonlight fantasy in a clearing before an
Speaker 3: ancient pagoda. A single dancer performed, And then somehow I
Speaker 3: was outside the hut, walking slowly across the compound. No
Speaker 3: takin look, get out my way.
Speaker 6: Hear me here here, Mumba, you must not answer the
Speaker 6: call of the temple bells.
Speaker 3: Stand aside.
Speaker 6: To follow is to die.
Speaker 3: I tried to free myself from Mungbar's grip. I could not.
Speaker 3: And if the dancer danced on, and if the bell's
Speaker 3: told longer, I don't know, because suddenly the night was
Speaker 3: black and silent, and the madness was gone. You know,
Speaker 3: each night I don't know how I got to bed.
Speaker 3: Every morning I find you here takin a sleep, well,
Speaker 3: like I was hit on my head, Mugba, Was there
Speaker 3: really a dancer out there?
Speaker 6: Mumba? Fixed t takin feel fine?
Speaker 3: Was there a dancer?
Speaker 6: What has gone before belongs to the night? No longer
Speaker 6: to us.
Speaker 3: I don't understand your bloody country, Mumba, or even you.
Speaker 6: I am pleased to be a simple man.
Speaker 3: You've saved my life twice.
Speaker 6: Now, Why takin Mumba? Friend? Life O friend more precious
Speaker 6: than all life?
Speaker 3: Mumba. What happened to me last night? What happened to Campbell?
Speaker 3: Before I got here?
Speaker 6: Mumba? Not no fix ty takin feel fine?
Speaker 3: Everything here plays on your feelings, emotions. The cries of
Speaker 3: the animals, the tolling of the bells, the sight of
Speaker 3: ruin after ruined pagodas and shrines in crumbling decay, is
Speaker 3: that it does the very decay here hold the power
Speaker 3: to degenerate a man, Oh temple bell again.
Speaker 6: Our has come takin hot hour before bright sun, and
Speaker 6: my people takin look upon chosen one only way to
Speaker 6: say this, stuvid friend and itself.
Speaker 3: Outside, the villagers lined the compound, some war coverings over
Speaker 3: their entire heads. Others, with the same fear that I
Speaker 3: might possess the evil eye, hid their faces from my view,
Speaker 3: all of them. So far as I could see war
Speaker 3: signs and symbols as charms against my spell. He was madness,
Speaker 3: all of it madness, taken ready, just tell me what
Speaker 3: I'm supposed to do.
Speaker 6: Chosen one, we'll walk to center of cleaning temple. Bells
Speaker 6: will stop. That becomes signal for takin to look for
Speaker 6: first time upon chosen one.
Speaker 3: When the bell stopped, he's all right, well, let's get
Speaker 3: on with it.
Speaker 6: Kindly turn back, taking all right.
Speaker 3: Now to make quick work of it.
Speaker 6: Turk In have nothing to fear.
Speaker 3: My heart very nearly stopped with the bells slowly. I
Speaker 3: turned around to look upon the chosen one. He stood
Speaker 3: proudly straight, smiling confidently at me, my little Burmese friend Mumba.
Speaker 3: And I looked and smiled and watched him fall. Mumba, Umba, Hi, Mumba.
Speaker 3: How how in Heaven's name.
Speaker 6: No to Turky his steward friend Cambo he.
Speaker 3: Campbell Mmmm, poor wretched devil Mambai was dead. When I
Speaker 3: was alone, I started to lift him to carry him
Speaker 3: back to the hutton, and I saw the thin arrow
Speaker 3: in his back, a blow gun. I looked up in
Speaker 3: the direction the arrow must have come there. It was
Speaker 3: the ancient pagoda where the dancer had been the night before.
Speaker 3: It was also the direction of the temple bells. This time,
Speaker 3: without anyone to stop me. I walked into the ruins
Speaker 3: of the temple. Campbell, Campbo, where are you?
Speaker 6: I'll find you?
Speaker 3: You know? Campbell?
Speaker 7: Yeah?
Speaker 3: Campbell? Oh here, Loren, I can't see you any shadows.
Speaker 3: I'm here in the dark, and you can hear me.
Speaker 3: If your eyes fail, you follow your ears. Why did
Speaker 3: you do it? Campbell? He worshiped you. Why did you
Speaker 3: have to kill Mungba? Mangba? Cowering in the darkness won't
Speaker 3: help you. Campbell. There's a window down there. Why don't
Speaker 3: you stand proudly in the bright sunlight. It's heated.
Speaker 7: Mungba died proudly.
Speaker 3: I'll get it. Callan visual you're mad? Come here here
Speaker 3: the light? He now stand there until Camble.
Speaker 7: Are we at the window now?
Speaker 3: Loren Campbell? You're blind?
Speaker 7: Your eyes stand proudly in the bright sunlight.
Speaker 3: What happened to you? Who did this to you?
Speaker 7: I shall pay? Or where I look? My eyes see
Speaker 7: no beauty?
Speaker 3: Oh Campbell, we didn't understand in your letter, None of
Speaker 3: us understood. Tell me who did that to your eyes?
Speaker 7: Where one sees no beauty, no good, one sees evil.
Speaker 7: And once the eye becomes absorbed with evil, it is
Speaker 7: said the eye must no longer see Campbell, listen to me.
Speaker 3: We'll go now, you and I I'll take you home.
Speaker 3: I am home. No, no, no, We'll go to England
Speaker 3: now together. Do you understand me?
Speaker 7: You don't understand me.
Speaker 3: I want to be here. I must be here. But
Speaker 3: why why? This place is strange and terrifying and beautiful, Lauring?
Speaker 7: But you you must go before you see it's beauty,
Speaker 7: before it draws you and holds you and never lets
Speaker 7: you go.
Speaker 3: There is no beauty here.
Speaker 5: Have you not seen our beauty?
Speaker 3: Stephen Loring?
Speaker 5: Have you not watched the dancer by moonlight and felt
Speaker 5: compelled to follow her?
Speaker 7: Go Lring, Go now, it's not too late for you, Campbell.
Speaker 3: Did gna? Did she do this to you? Go Lauring
Speaker 3: while you can.
Speaker 5: You were supposed to die in Mandolay Stevens.
Speaker 3: You tried to have me killed. My people are happy
Speaker 3: as they are.
Speaker 7: Believe me, Lauring, and go now. Too late is very
Speaker 7: soon upon you.
Speaker 3: I'll go. I've had my fill of this madness?
Speaker 8: Is it madness?
Speaker 6: Are you sure?
Speaker 5: You must be very sure?
Speaker 8: It might be madness, or again, it might be a feeling,
Speaker 8: a mystic, something that has been known to take hold
Speaker 8: of men.
Speaker 3: I ran hard and fast from the ancient pagoda, away
Speaker 3: from Chinah, away from Campbell, through the compound. I ran
Speaker 3: told Pugan and the river and freedom. And when the
Speaker 3: river was in sight, my my legs became heavy, leaden,
Speaker 3: And in my mind I knew I would run as
Speaker 3: far into the world as I could. But I also
Speaker 3: knew that someday I would have to come back.
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