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Acolyte, v. 2, issue 2, whole no. 6, Spring 1944
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things which occured within the walls of Smith's cabin but shall alter them so that you will be able to understand them in terms of this world. For you have not been to the Forest of Averoigne and seen the siren that dwells therein, and you have not seen the cold, rocky mountain peak which lies near the Leng plateau. And this is what happened as I must ell it to you.... III. After our difficulties in locating Smith's home before, I was surprised to have no trouble discovering the little road junction where one turns to get there. Soon I took a strange path through the trees, and before I had come to the end of it, there was CAS coming toward me, carrying some trash to bury behind the rocks. He expressed no sign of surprise, and greeted me in a friendly voice. We went to his cabin. Gone was the funeral atmosphere of that December visit. Gone also the rain, gloom and chill. Now the sun shone brightly, though the day was cool. The trees now lush green were a wholesome change from those former claw-like things reaching out of the earth while the enveloping fog rolled down from the hills. Gone now the mystery and the glamor. Here was a friend. I found myself talking to him as though I had known him for years. When I mentioned the contrast between the two visits, CAS explained, Maybe it was my stooge, deputy, and doppelganger, Sinorn the Sylan, whom you met that day. He takes my place sometimes when I'm off visiting Nycea, Moriamis, Sephora, or some other enchantress or lamia of Averoigne." I asked him what a Sylan was. "Sylans are a kind of elemental," he elucidated. "If you have read Cabell's The Silver Stallion, you may remember the Sylan, Glaum-without-bones, who usurped the physical semblence, property, etc., of Guivric the Sage, leaving the latter to wander as a homeless phantom. Sinorn is a bit tricky, like all of his kind, and I may have to give him the Double Exorcism sooner or later." As we approached the cabin, I became aware of some greyish animal-shape disappearing around the far side of the structure. I asked Klarkash Ton what it was I saw--suggesting that perhaps it was one of his gramalkins. "Oh, that must have been one of my familiars," he told me. He stated this with such finality that I did not interrogate him further on the subject. I took my Out of Space and Time along with me, and CAS inscribed a brief message to me inside the cover. Preparation of the next Karkash Ton collection of tales will commence shortly. After the war, Arkham House also plans to publish a volume of Smith's verse. This will include all his verse ever printed in books or magazines, and also some verse as yet unpublished. (CAS writes many love poems to his enchantress friends.) Upon perusing a large book on witchcraft, we noticed a 16th Century portrait of Nostradamus, and were both struck by the uncanny resemblance of Nostradamus to...Lovecraft! We looked up two or three different photos of HPL, and without a doubt they both had exactly the same features--the nose, the eyes, the mouth, and most characteristically, the jaw. Thus we knew conclusively that Lovecraft WAS Nostradamus in his 20th century manifestation, since the master of prophecy could not have made his predictions of the future without having made a complete use of time travel. We discussed many things and people: stories, letters, HPL, McIlwraith, R. E. Howard, Arkham House, Acolyte, painting, statuettes.... I took a number of pictures. Smith pointed out to me the Nunnery of Averoigne at the foot of the hill on which we stood, and commented on the quaintness of its juxtaposition with his pagan hermitage. Afterwards we walked into town, passing the house of the Devotee of Evil, which stands half-obscured by oaks and cypresses on its hilltop. After spending some time with CAS, he becomes an old friend, and one loses all awe of his very real place in American letters. His personality is so charming, his viewpoint so youthful, that i can easily imagine him as fitting into the LASFS as one of the boys. The Great Old Ones builded better than they knew when they appointed Klarkash Ton their ambassador to Averoigne, for it is he who will usher in the millenium, he who will lead the human followers of Tsathoggua! -- 12 --
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things which occured within the walls of Smith's cabin but shall alter them so that you will be able to understand them in terms of this world. For you have not been to the Forest of Averoigne and seen the siren that dwells therein, and you have not seen the cold, rocky mountain peak which lies near the Leng plateau. And this is what happened as I must ell it to you.... III. After our difficulties in locating Smith's home before, I was surprised to have no trouble discovering the little road junction where one turns to get there. Soon I took a strange path through the trees, and before I had come to the end of it, there was CAS coming toward me, carrying some trash to bury behind the rocks. He expressed no sign of surprise, and greeted me in a friendly voice. We went to his cabin. Gone was the funeral atmosphere of that December visit. Gone also the rain, gloom and chill. Now the sun shone brightly, though the day was cool. The trees now lush green were a wholesome change from those former claw-like things reaching out of the earth while the enveloping fog rolled down from the hills. Gone now the mystery and the glamor. Here was a friend. I found myself talking to him as though I had known him for years. When I mentioned the contrast between the two visits, CAS explained, Maybe it was my stooge, deputy, and doppelganger, Sinorn the Sylan, whom you met that day. He takes my place sometimes when I'm off visiting Nycea, Moriamis, Sephora, or some other enchantress or lamia of Averoigne." I asked him what a Sylan was. "Sylans are a kind of elemental," he elucidated. "If you have read Cabell's The Silver Stallion, you may remember the Sylan, Glaum-without-bones, who usurped the physical semblence, property, etc., of Guivric the Sage, leaving the latter to wander as a homeless phantom. Sinorn is a bit tricky, like all of his kind, and I may have to give him the Double Exorcism sooner or later." As we approached the cabin, I became aware of some greyish animal-shape disappearing around the far side of the structure. I asked Klarkash Ton what it was I saw--suggesting that perhaps it was one of his gramalkins. "Oh, that must have been one of my familiars," he told me. He stated this with such finality that I did not interrogate him further on the subject. I took my Out of Space and Time along with me, and CAS inscribed a brief message to me inside the cover. Preparation of the next Karkash Ton collection of tales will commence shortly. After the war, Arkham House also plans to publish a volume of Smith's verse. This will include all his verse ever printed in books or magazines, and also some verse as yet unpublished. (CAS writes many love poems to his enchantress friends.) Upon perusing a large book on witchcraft, we noticed a 16th Century portrait of Nostradamus, and were both struck by the uncanny resemblance of Nostradamus to...Lovecraft! We looked up two or three different photos of HPL, and without a doubt they both had exactly the same features--the nose, the eyes, the mouth, and most characteristically, the jaw. Thus we knew conclusively that Lovecraft WAS Nostradamus in his 20th century manifestation, since the master of prophecy could not have made his predictions of the future without having made a complete use of time travel. We discussed many things and people: stories, letters, HPL, McIlwraith, R. E. Howard, Arkham House, Acolyte, painting, statuettes.... I took a number of pictures. Smith pointed out to me the Nunnery of Averoigne at the foot of the hill on which we stood, and commented on the quaintness of its juxtaposition with his pagan hermitage. Afterwards we walked into town, passing the house of the Devotee of Evil, which stands half-obscured by oaks and cypresses on its hilltop. After spending some time with CAS, he becomes an old friend, and one loses all awe of his very real place in American letters. His personality is so charming, his viewpoint so youthful, that i can easily imagine him as fitting into the LASFS as one of the boys. The Great Old Ones builded better than they knew when they appointed Klarkash Ton their ambassador to Averoigne, for it is he who will usher in the millenium, he who will lead the human followers of Tsathoggua! -- 12 --
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