Sahara Light: a Novel. Part II. Chapter IV.

8 Mar

Not giving his name, Atlas Cimera only identified himself as a reporter from Chronia News. Could he ask the priestess and her light technician some questions of interest to the general public?

“Yes, of course,” replied Cadmus, seeing advantage in the publicity that would then result. He gave the address of his module on tier eight, where his friends would soon assemble to exchange their impressions from this first exhibition of Echolight.

Cimera hurried there, waiting in the street when the triumphant party arrived for a repast and group consultation. Cadmus greeted the supposed reporter and offered him his own study inside as a private place for an interview by the journalist.

The developer was all smiles, secretly recognizing exactly who this person who called himself a reporter in reality was. The man thought that he was putting something over, but he was the one who stood to be used and manipulated, calculated Cadmus. This titan of the mass media of Gamara was going to give enormous circulation to the ideas of the Apollo movement and its Echolight, that appeared certain. Cadmus saw himself making use of this newsman.

Cadmus introduced Niobe to the man, and she accompanied him into the apartment, to the small study lined with books and information tapes. The pair sat down and Atlas began with a question.

“What first initiated your interest in the deity from the old Greek homeland, may I ask?”

Her face seemed to glow with the memory of her earliest experience in that area. “I am the owner of an antique store and had to learn a lot about relics that were brought here by the first migrants into the Sahara. I was surprised to find so many statues and pictures of that particular Olympian god. What made him so beloved and important to our Hellenic ancestors? The question intrigued me and I did a lot of personal research into the ancient god known as the Sacred Archer. It became a permanent passion with me.”

“Why this particular Olympian?” asked Cimera. “Why not another one?”

She appeared surprised, as if the reason should be self-evident to him.

“Apollo is the patron and protector of the Greek colonies, wherever they are, founded and settled by migration from the original lands and islands of the Aegean. All the many places where our people established themselves, they brought with them the reverence for and worship of Apollo. He was the Olympian idol that they looked to with hope for the future. His moral integrity was unquestioned.

“We today must certainly follow the example that he set.”

The reporter looked embarrassed for a moment. “I have forgotten all that you are now telling me,” he lied, but then attempted to shift the subject to something different.

“How did your group come upon this novel form of light that was displayed today?”

“We owe it to a person who became known to us only recently. The man is a scientist named Hermes Tmolos, a professional chromatologist. He has been thinking and working on the discovery of new colors for a considerable time. His breakthrough in this area came soon after he made contact with our circle of individuals interested in the revival of Apollonism. He helped in combining the spiritual and the optical sectors of our new movement. This is a fusion not imaginable only a short time ago, but now it is thriving and spreading through Gamara. I call it a modern miracle. Science and culture have joined together and grown strong.”

Atlas Cimera appeared to be beaming with joy, as he intended to. “It would be wonderful for me to interview the man who discovered these new colors, but I don’t know whether it can be arranged.”

“Let me do it for you,” said Niobe, not foreseeing the possible implications and complications involved. “He told me that he would be at my antique shop this evening. Can you make it there? I will give you my address.”

“Certainly,” said the journalist. “It would be a great help to me,” he added with a gentle smile.

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