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The Notch on the Ax and On Being Found Out
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InrecognizedscienceIsawonlydespair。

Andatthatthoughtalldreadofthismysteriousvisitorvanished——

allanxietytoquestionmoreofhisattributesorhishistory。Hislifeitselfbecametomedearandprecious。Whatifitshouldfailmeinthestepsoftheprocess,whateverthatwas,bywhichthelifeofmyLilianmightbesaved!

Theshadesofeveningwerenowclosingin。IrememberedthatIhadleftMargravewithoutevenfoodformanyhours。Istoleroundtothebackofthehouse,filledabasketwithelementsmoregenerousthanthoseoftheformerday。extractedfreshdrugsfrommystores,and,thusladen,hurriedbacktothehut。IfoundMargraveintheroombelow,seatedonhismysteriouscoffer,leaninghisfaceonhishand。WhenIentered,helookedup,andsaid:

Youhaveneglectedme。Mystrengthiswaning。Givememoreofthecordial,forwehaveworkbeforeustonight,andIneedsupport。

Hetookforgrantedmyassenttohiswildexperiment。andhewasright。

Iadministeredthecordial。Iplacedfoodbeforehim,andthistimehedidnoteatwithrepugnance。Ipouredoutwine,andhedrankitsparingly,butwithreadycompliance,saying,Inperfecthealth,Ilookeduponwineaspoison。nowitislikeaforetasteofthegloriouselixir。

Afterhehadthusrecruitedhimself,heseemedtoacquireanenergythatstartlinglycontrastedwithhislanguorthedaybefore。theeffortofbreathingwasscarcelyperceptible。thecolorcamebacktohischeeks。hisbendedframeroseelasticanderect。

IfIunderstoodyourightly,saidI,theexperimentyouaskmetoaidcanbeaccomplishedinasinglenight?

Inasinglenight——thisnight。

Commandme。Whynotbeginatonce?Whatapparatusorchemicalagenciesdoyouneed?

Ah!saidMargrave。Formerly,howIwasmisled!Formerly,howmyconjecturesblundered!Ithought,whenIaskedyoutogiveamonthtotheexperimentIwishtomake,thatIshouldneedthesubtlestskillofthechemist。Ithenbelieved,withVanHelmont,thattheprincipleoflifeisagas,andthatthesecretwasbutinthemodebywhichthegasmightberightlyadministered。Butnow,allthatIneediscontainedinthiscoffer,saveoneverysimplematerial——fuelsufficientforasteadyfireforsixhours。Iseeeventhatisathand,piledupinyourouthouse。Andnowforthesubstanceitself——tothatyoumustguideme。

Explain。

Nearthisveryspotistherenotgold——inminesyetundiscovered——

andgoldofthepurestmetal?

Thereis。Whatthen?Doyou,withthealchemists,blendinonediscovery,goldandlife?

No。Butitisonlywherethechemistryofearthorofmanproducesgold,thatthesubstancefromwhichthegreatpabulumoflifeisextractedbyfermentcanbefound。Possibly,intheattemptsatthattransmutationofmetals,whichIthinkyourowngreatchemist,SirHumphryDavy,allowedmightbepossible,butheldnottobeworththecostoftheprocess——possibly,inthoseattempts,somescantygrainsofthissubstancewerefoundbythealchemists,inthecrucible,withgrainsofthemetalasniggardlyyieldedbypitifulmimicryofNature’sstupendouslaboratory。andfromsuchgrainsenoughoftheessencemight,perhaps,havebeendrawnforth,toaddafewyearsofexistencetosomefeeblegraybeard——granting,whatrestsonnoproofs,thatsomeofthealchemistsreachedanagerarelygiventoman。Butitisnotinthemiserlycrucible,itisinthematrixofNatureherself,thatwemustseekinprolificabundanceNature’sgrandprinciple——life。

Astheloadstoneisrifewiththemagneticvirtue,asambercontainstheelectric,sointhissubstance,towhichweyetwantaname,isfoundthebrightlife-givingfluid。IntheoldgoldminesofAsiaandEuropethesubstanceexists,butcanrarelybemetwith。Thesoilforitsnutrimentmaytherebewellnighexhausted。

Itishere,whereNatureherselfisallvitalwithyouth,thatthenutrimentofyouthmustbesought。Nearthisspotisgold。guidemetoit。

Youcannotcomewithme。TheplacewhichIknowasauriferousissomemilesdistant,thewayrugged。Youcannotwalktoit。ItistrueIhavehorses,but——

DoyouthinkIhavecomethisdistanceandnotforeseenandforestalledallthatIwantformyobject?TroubleyourselfnotwithconjectureshowIcanarriveattheplace。Ihaveprovidedthemeanstoarriveatandleaveit。Mylitteranditsbearersareinreachofmycall。Givemeyourarmtotherisingground,fiftyyardsfromyourdoor。

Iobeyedmechanically,stiflingallsurprise。Ihadmademyresolve,andadmittednothoughtthatcouldshakeit。

Whenwereachedthesummitofthegrassyhillock,whichslopedfromtheroadthatledtotheseaport,Margrave,afterpausingtorecoverbreath,lifteduphisvoice,inakey,notloud,butshrillandslowandprolonged,halfcryandhalfchant,likethenighthawk’s。Throughtheair——solimpidandstill,bringingnearfarobjects,farsounds——thevoicepierceditsway,artfullypausing,tillwaveafterwaveoftheatmosphereboreandtransmittediton。

Inafewminutesthecallseemedre-echoed,soexactly,socheerily,thatforthemomentIthoughtthatthenotewasthemimicryoftheshymockinglyrebird,whichmimicssomerrilyallthatithearsinitscoverts,fromthewhirofthelocusttothehowlofthewilddog。

Whatking,saidthemysticalcharmer,andashespokehecarelesslyrestedhishandonmyshoulder,sothatItrembledtofeelthatthisdreadsonofNature,Godlessandsoulless,whohadbeen——and,myheartwhispered,whostillcouldbe——mybaneandminddarkener,leaneduponmeforsupport,asthespoiledyounger-bornonhisbrother——whatking,saidthiscynicalmocker,withhisbeautifulboyishface——whatkinginyourcivilizedEuropehastheswayofachiefoftheEast?Whatlinkissostrongbetweenmortalandmortalasthatbetweenlordandslave?Itransportyoupoorfoolsfromthelandoftheirbirth。theypreserveheretheiroldhabits——obedienceandawe。Theywouldwaittilltheystarvedinthesolitude——waittohearkenandanswermycall。AndI,whothusrulethem,orcharmthem——Iuseanddespisethem。Theyknowthat,andyetserveme!Betweenyouandme,myphilosopher,thereisbutonethingworthlivingfor——lifeforoneself。

Isitage,isityouth,thatthusshocksallmysense,inmysolemncompletenessofman?Perhaps,ingreatcapitals,youngmenofpleasurewillanswer,Itisyouth。andwethinkwhathesays!

Youngfriends,Idonotbelieveyou。

II

AlongthegrasstrackIsawnow,underthemoon,justrisen,astrangeprocession——neverseenbeforeinAustralianpastures。Itmovedon,noiselesslybutquickly。Wedescendedthehillock,andmetitontheway。asablelitter,bornebyfourmen,inunfamiliarEasterngarments。twootherservitors,morebravelydressed,withyataghansandsilver-hiltedpistolsintheirbelts,precededthissomberequipage。PerhapsMargravedivinedthedisdainfulthoughtthatpassedthroughmymind,vaguelyandhalf-unconsciously。forhesaidwithahollow,bitterlaughthathadreplacedthelivelypealofhisoncemelodiousmirth:

Alittleleisureandalittlegold,andyourrawcolonist,too,willhavethetastesofapasha。

Imadenoanswer。Ihadceasedtocarewhoandwhatwasmytempter。Tomehiswholebeingwasresolvedintooneproblem:hadheasecretbywhichdeathcouldbeturnedfromLilian?

Butnow,asthelitterhalted,fromthelong,darkshadowwhichitcastupontheturf,thefigureofawomanemergedandstoodbeforeus。Theoutlinesofhershapewerelostintheloosefoldsofablackmantle,andthefeaturesofherfacewerehiddenbyablackveil,exceptonlythedark-bright,solemneyes。Herstaturewaslofty,herbearingmajestic,whetherinmovementorrepose。

Margraveaccostedherinsomelanguageunknowntome。Sherepliedinwhatseemedtomethesametongue。Thetonesofhervoiceweresweet,butinexpressiblymournful。Thewordsthattheyutteredappearedintendedtowarn,ordeprecate,ordissuade。buttheycalledtoMargrave’sbrowaloweringfrown,anddrewfromhislipsaburstofunmistakableanger。Thewomanrejoined,inthesamemelancholymusicofvoice。AndMargravethen,leaninghisarmuponhershoulder,ashehadleaneditonmine,drewherawayfromthegroupintoaneighboringcopseofthefloweringeucalypti——mystictrees,neverchangingthehuesoftheirpale-greenleaves,evershiftingthetintsoftheirash-gray,sheddingbark。ForsomemomentsIgazedonthetwohumanforms,dimlyseenbytheglintingmoonlightthroughthegapsinthefoliage。Thenturningawaymyeyes,Isaw,standingcloseatmyside,amanwhomIhadnotnoticedbefore。Hisfootstep,asitstoletome,hadfallenontheswardwithoutsound。Hisdress,thoughOriental,differedfromthatofhiscompanions,bothinshapeandcolor——fittingclosetothebreast,leavingthearmsbaretotheelbow,andofauniformghastlywhite,asarethecerementsofthegrave。HisvisagewasevendarkerthanthoseoftheSyriansorArabsbehindhim,andhisfeatureswerethoseofabirdofprey:thebeakoftheeagle,buttheeyeofthevulture。Hischeekswerehollow。thearms,crossedonhisbreast,werelongandfleshless。Yetinthatskeletonformtherewasasomethingwhichconveyedtheideaofaserpent’ssupplenessandstrength。andasthehungry,watchfuleyesmetmyownstartledgaze,Irecoiledimpulsivelywiththatinwardwarningofdangerwhichisconveyedtoman,astoinferioranimals,intheveryaspectofthecreaturesthatstingordevour。AtmymovementthemaninclinedhisheadinthesubmissiveEasternsalutation,andspokeinhisforeigntongue,softly,humbly,fawningly,tojudgebyhistoneandhisgesture。

Imovedyetfartherawayfromhimwithloathing,andnowthehumanthoughtflasheduponme:wasI,intruth,exposedtonodangerintrustingmyselftothemercyoftheweirdandremorselessmasterofthosehirelingsfromtheEast——sevenmeninnumber,twoatleastofthemformidablyarmed,anddocileasbloodhoundstothehunter,whohasonlytoshowthemtheirprey?Butfearofmanlikemyselfisnotmyweakness。wherefearfounditswaytomyheart,itwasthroughthedoubtsorthefanciesinwhichmanlikemyselfdisappearedintheattributes,darkandunknown,whichwegivetoafiendoraspecter。And,perhaps,ifIcouldhavepausedtoanalyzemyownsensations,theverypresenceofthisescort——

creaturesoffleshandblood——lessenedthedreadofmyincomprehensibletempter。Rather,ahundredtimes,frontanddefythosesevenEasternslaves——I,haughtysonoftheAnglo-Saxonwhoconquersallracesbecausehefearsnoodds——thanhaveseenagainonthewallsofmythresholdtheluminous,bodilessshadow!

Besides:Lilian——Lilian!foronechanceofsavingherlife,howeverwildandchimericalthatchancemightbe,Iwouldhaveshrunknotafootfromthemarchofanarmy。

Thusreassuredandthusresolved,Iadvanced,withasmileofdisdain,tomeetMargraveandhisveiledcompanion,astheynowcamefromthemoonlitcopse。

Well,Isaidtohim,withanironythatunconsciouslymimickedhisown,haveyoutakenadvicewithyournurse?IassumethatthedarkformbyyoursideisthatofAyesha!*

*Margrave’sformernurseandattendant。

Thewomanlookedatmefromhersableveil,withhersteadfast,solemneyes,andsaid,inEnglish,thoughwithaforeignaccent:

ThenurseborninAsiaisbutwisethroughherlove。thepalesonofEuropeiswisethroughhisart。Thenursesays,’Forbear!’Doyousay,’Adventure’?

Peace!exclaimedMargrave,stampinghisfootontheground。I

takenocounselfromeither。itisformetoresolve,foryoutoobey,andforhimtoaid。Nightiscome,andwewasteit。moveon。

Thewomanmadenoreply,nordidI。Hetookmyarmandwalkedbacktothehut。Thebarbaricescortfollowed。Whenwereachedthedoorofthebuilding,Margravesaidafewwordstothewomanandtothelitterbearers。Theyenteredthehutwithus。Margravepointedouttothewomanhiscoffer,tothementhefuelstowedintheouthouse。Bothwereborneawayandplacedwithinthelitter。

MeanwhileItookfromthetable,onwhichitwascarelesslythrown,thelighthatchetthatIhabituallycarriedwithmeinmyrambles。

Doyouthinkthatyouneedthatidleweapon?saidMargrave。Doyoufearthegoodfaithofmyswarthyattendants?

Nay,takethehatchetyourself。itsuseistoseverthegoldfromthequartzinwhichwemayfinditimbedded,ortoclear,asthisshovel,whichwillalsobeneeded,fromtheslightsoilaboveit,theorethatthemineinthemountainflingsforth,astheseacastsitswaifsonthesands。

Givemeyourhand,fellowlaborer!saidMargrave,joyfully。Ah,thereisnofalteringterrorinthispulse!Iwasnotmistakenintheman。Whatrests,buttheplaceandthehour?——Ishalllive,I

shalllive!

III

Margravenowenteredthelitter,andtheVeiledWomandrewtheblackcurtainsroundhim。Iwalkedon,astheguide,someyardsinadvance。Theairwasstill,heavy,andparchedwiththebreathoftheAustralasiansirocco。

Wepassedthroughthemeadowlands,studdedwithslumberingflocks。

wefollowedthebranchofthecreek,whichwaslinkedtoitssourceinthemountainsbymanyatricklingwaterfall。wethreadedthegloomofstunted,misshapentrees,gnarledwiththestringybarkwhichmakesoneofthesignsofthestratathatnourishgold。andatlengththemoon,nowinallherpompoflight,mid-heavenamonghersubjectstars,gleamedthroughthefissuresofthecave,onwhosefloorlaytherelicsofantediluvianraces,andrestedinonefloodofsilverysplendoruponthehollowsoftheextinctvolcano,withtuftsofdankherbage,andwidespacesofpalersward,coveringthegoldbelow——gold,thedumbsymboloforganizedMatter’sgreatmystery,storinginitself,accordingasMind,theinformerofMatter,candistinguishitsuses,evilandgood,baneandblessing。

HithertotheVeiledWomanhadremainedintherear,withthewhite-

robed,skeletonlikeimagethathadcrepttomysideunawareswithitsnoiselessstep。Thus,ineachwindingturnofthedifficultpathatwhichtheconvoyfollowingbehindmecameintosight,Ihadseen,first,thetwogaylydressed,armedmen,nexttheblack,bierlikelitter,andlasttheBlack-veiledWomanandtheWhite-

robedSkeleton。

Butnow,asIhaltedonthetableland,backedbythemountainandfrontingthevalley,thewomanlefthercompanion,passedbythelitterandthearmedmen,andpausedbymyside,atthemouthofthemoonlitcavern。

Thereforamomentshestood,silent,theprocessionbelowmountingupwardlaboriouslyandslow。thensheturnedtome,andherveilwaswithdrawn。

ThefaceonwhichIgazedwaswondrouslybeautiful,andseverelyawful。Therewasneitheryouthnorage,butbeauty,matureandmajesticasthatofamarbleDemeter。

Doyoubelieveinthatwhichyouseek?sheaskedinherforeign,melodious,melancholyaccents。

Ihavenobelief,wasmyanswer。Truesciencehasnone。Truesciencequestionsallthings,takesnothinguponcredit。Itknowsbutthreestatesofthemind——denial,conviction,andthatvastintervalbetweenthetwowhichisnotbeliefbutsuspenseofjudgment。

Thewomanletfallherveil,movedfromme,andseatedherselfonacragabovethatcleftbetweenmountainandcreek,towhich,whenI

hadfirstdiscoveredthegoldthatthelandnourished,therainfromthecloudshadgiventherushinglifeofthecataract。butwhichnow,inthedroughtandthehushoftheskies,wasbutadeadpileofstones。

Thelitternowascendedtheheight:itsbearershalted。aleanhandtorethecurtainsaside,andMargravedescendedleaning,thistime,notontheBlack-veiledWoman,butontheWhite-robedSkeleton。

There,ashestood,themoonshonefullonhiswastedform。onhisface,resolute,cheerful,andproud,despiteitshollowedoutlinesandsickliedhues。Heraisedhishead,spokeinthelanguageunknowntome,andthearmedmenandthelitterbearersgroupedroundhim,bendinglow,theireyesfixedontheground。TheVeiledWomanroseslowlyandcametohisside,motioningaway,withamutesign,theghastlyformonwhichheleaned,andpassingroundhimsilently,instead,herownsustainingarm。Margravespokeagainafewsentences,ofwhichIcouldnotevenguessthemeaning。Whenhehadconcluded,thearmedmenandthelitterbearerscamenearertohisfeet,kneltdown,andkissedhishand。Theythenrose,andtookfromthebierlikevehiclethecofferandthefuel。Thisdone,theyliftedagainthelitter,andagain,precededbythearmedmen,theprocessiondescendeddowntheslopinghillside,downintothevalleybelow。

Margravenowwhispered,forsomemoments,intotheearofthehideouscreaturewhohadmadewayfortheVeiledWoman。Thegrimskeletonbowedhisheadsubmissively,andstrodenoiselesslyawaythroughthelonggrasses——theslenderstems,trampledunderhisstealthyfeet,reliftingthemselvesasafterapassingwind。Andthushe,too,sankoutofsightdownintothevalleybelow。Onthetablelandofthehillremainedonlywethree——Margrave,myself,andtheVeiledWoman。

Shehadreseatedherselfapart,onthegraycragabovethedriedtorrent。Hestoodattheentranceofthecavern,roundthesidesofwhichclusteredparasitalplants,withflowersofallcolors,someamongthemopeningtheirpetalsandexhalingtheirfragranceonlyinthehoursofnight。sothat,ashisformfilledupthejawsofthedullarch,obscuringthemoonbeamthatstrovetopiercetheshadowsthatsleptwithin,itstoodnow——wanandblighted——asIhadseenitfirst,radiantandjoyous,literallyframedinblooms。

IV

So,saidMargrave,turningtome,underthesoilthatspreadsaroundusliesthegoldwhichtoyouandtomeisatthismomentofnovalue,exceptasaguidetoitstwin-born——theregeneratoroflife!

Youhavenotyetdescribedtomethenatureofthesubstancewhichwearetoexplore,northeprocessbywhichthevirtuesyouimputetoitaretobeextracted。

Letusfirstfindthegold,andinsteadofdescribingthelife-

amber,soletmecallit,Iwillpointitouttoyourowneyes。Astotheprocess,yourshareinitissosimplethatyouwillaskmewhyIseekaidfromachemist。Thelife-amber,whenfound,hasbuttobesubjectedtoheatandfermentationforsixhours。itwillbeplacedinasmallcaldronwhichthatcoffercontains,overthefirewhichthatfuelwillfeed。Togiveeffecttotheprocess,certainalkaliesandotheringredientsarerequired。buttheseareprepared,andmineisthetasktocomminglethem。FromyourscienceaschemistIneedandasknaught。InyouIhavesoughtonlytheaidofaman。

Ifthatbeso,why,indeed,seekmeatall?Whynotconfideinthoseswarthyattendants,whodoubtlessareslavestoyourorders?

Confideinslaves,whenthefirsttaskenjoinedtothemwouldbetodiscover,andrefrainfrompurloininggold!Sevensuchunscrupulousknaves,orevenonesuch,andI,thusdefenselessandfeeble!Suchisnottheworkthatwisemastersconfidetofierceslaves。Butthatistheleastofthereasonswhichexcludethemfrommychoice,andfixmychoiceofassistantonyou。DoyouforgetwhatItoldyouofthedangerwhichtheDervishdeclarednobribeIcouldoffercouldtempthimasecondtimetobrave?

Iremembernow。thosewordshadpassedawayfrommymind。

Andbecausetheyhadpassedawayfromyourmind,Ichoseyouformycomrade。Ineedamanbywhomdangerisscorned。

ButintheprocessofwhichyoutellmeIseenopossibledangerunlesstheingredientsyoumixinyourcaldronhavepoisonousfumes。

Itisnotthat。TheingredientsIusearenotpoisons。

Whatotherdanger,exceptyoudreadyourownEasternslaves?But,ifso,whyleadthemtothesesolitudes。and,ifso,whynotbidmebearmed?

TheEasternslaves,fulfillingmycommands,waitformysummons,wheretheireyescannotseewhatwedo。ThedangerisofakindinwhichtheboldestsonoftheEastwouldbemorecraven,perhaps,thatthedaintiestSybariteofEurope,whowouldshrinkfromapantherandlaughataghost。InthecreedoftheDervish,andofallwhoadventureintothatrealmofNaturewhichisclosedtophilosophyandopentomagic,thereareracesinthemagnitudeofspaceunseenasanimalculesintheworldofadrop。Forthetribesofthedropsciencehasitsmicroscope。OfthehostofyonazureInfinitemagicgainssight,andthroughthemgainscommandoverfluidconductorsthatlinkallthepartsofcreation。Oftheseraces,somearewhollyindifferenttoman,somebenigntohim,andsomedeadlyhostile。Inalltheregularandprescribedconditionsofmortalbeing,thismagicrealmseemsasblankandtenantlessasyonvacantair。Butwhenaseekerofpowersbeyondtherudefunctionsbywhichmanpliestheclockworkthatmeasureshishours,andstopswhenitschainreachestheendofitscoil,strivestopassoverthoseboundariesatwhichphilosophysays,’Knowledgeends’——then,heislikeallothertravelersinregionsunknown。hemustpropitiateorbravethetribesthatarehostile——mustdependforhislifeonthetribesthatarefriendly。Thoughyoursciencediscreditsthealchemist’sdogmas,yourlearninginformsyouthatallalchemistswerenotignorantimpostors。yetthosewhosediscoveriesprovethemtohavebeenthenearestalliestoyourpracticalknowledge,everhintintheirmysticalworksattherealityofthatrealmwhichisopentomagic——everhintthatsomemeanslessfamiliarthanfurnaceandbellowsareessentialtohimwhoexplorestheelixiroflife。Hewhooncequaffsthatelixir,obtainsinhisveryveinsthebrightfluidbywhichhetransmitstheforceofhiswilltoagenciesdormantinNature,togiantsunseeninthespace。Andhere,ashepassestheboundarywhichdivideshisallottedandnormalmortalityfromtheregionsandracesthatmagicalonecanexplore,so,here,hebreaksdownthesafeguardbetweenhimselfandthetribesthatarehostile。Isitnoteverthusbetweenmanandman?Letaracethemostgentleandtimidandcivilizeddwellononesideariverormountain,andanotherhavehomeintheregionbeyond,each,ifitpassnottheinterveningbarrier,maywitheachliveinpeace。Butifambitiousadventurersscalethemountain,orcrosstheriver,withdesigntosubdueandenslavethepopulationtheyboldlyinvade,thenalltheinvadedariseinwrathanddefiance——theneighborsarechangedintofoes。Andthereforethisprocess——bywhichasimplethoughrarematerialofNatureismadetoyieldtoamortaltheboonofalifewhichbrings,withitsgloriousresistancetoTime,desiresandfacultiestosubjecttoitsservicebeingsthatdwellintheearthandtheairandthedeep——haseverbeenoneofthesameperilwhichaninvadermustbravewhenhecrossestheboundsofhisnation。Bythiskeyaloneyouunlockallthecellsofthealchemist’slore。bythisaloneunderstandhowalabor,whichachemist’scrudestapprenticecouldperform,hasbaffledthegiantfathersofallyourdwarfedchildrenofscience。Nature,thatstoresthispricelessboon,seemstoshrinkfromconcedingittoman——theinvisibletribesthatabhorhimopposethemselvestothegainthatmightgivethemamaster。Thedullerofthosewhowerethelife-seekersofoldwouldhavetoldyouhowsomechance,trivial,unlooked-for,foiledtheirgrandhopeattheverypointoffruition。somedoltishmistake,someimprovidentoversight,adefectinthesulphur,awildoverflowinthequicksilver,oraflawinthebellows,orapupilwhofailedtoreplenishthefuel,byfallingasleepbythefurnace。Theinvisiblefoesseldomvouchsafetomakethemselvesvisiblewheretheycanfrustratethebunglerastheymockathistoilsfromtheirambush。Butthemightieradventurers,equallyfoiledindespiteoftheirpatienceandskill,wouldhavesaid,’Notwithusreststhefault。weneglectednocaution,wefailedfromnooversight。Butoutfromthecaldrondreadfacesarose,andthespectersordemonsdismayedandbaffledus。’Such,then,isthedangerwhichseemssoappallingtoasonoftheEast,asitseemedtoaseerinthedarkageofEurope。Butwecanderideallitsthreats,youandI。Formyself,IownfranklyItakeallthesafetythatthecharmsandresourcesofmagicbestow。You,foryoursafety,havetheculturedanddisciplinedreasonwhichreducesallfantasiestonervousimpressions。andIrelyonthecourageofonewhohasquestioned,unquailing,theLuminousShadow,andwrestedfromthehandofthemagicianhimselfthewandwhichconcenteredthewondersofwill!

TothisstrangeandlongdiscourseIlistenedwithoutinterruption,andnowquietlyanswered:

Idonotmeritthetrustyouaffectinmycourage。butIamnowonmyguardagainstthecheatsofthefancy,andthefumesofavaporcanscarcelybewilderthebrainintheopenairofthismountainland。Ibelieveinnoraceslikethosewhichyoutellmelieviewlessinspace,asdogases。Ibelievenotinmagic。Iasknotitsaids,andIdreadnotitsterrors。Fortherest,Iamconfidentofonemournfulcourage——thecouragethatcomesfromdespair。Isubmittoyourguidance,whateveritbe,asasuffererwhomcollegesdoomtothegravesubmitstothequackwhosays,’Takemyspecificandlive!’Mylifeisnaughtinitself。mylifelivesinanother。YouandIarebothbravefromdespair。youwouldturndeathfromyourself——IwouldturndeathfromoneIlovemorethanmyself。Bothknowhowlittleaidwecanwinfromthecolleges,andboth,therefore,turntothepromisesmostaudaciouslycheering。Dervishormagician,alchemistorphantom,whatcareyouandI?Andiftheyfailus,whatthen?Theycannotfailusmorethanthecollegesdo!

V

Thegoldhasbeengainedwithaneasylabor。Iknewwheretoseekforit,whetherundertheturforinthebedofthecreek。ButMargrave’seyes,hungrilygazingroundeveryspotfromwhichtheorewasdisburied,couldnotdetectthesubstanceofwhichhealoneknewtheoutwardappearance。Ihadbeguntobelievethat,eveninthedescriptiongiventohimofthismaterial,hehadbeencredulouslyduped,andthatnosuchmaterialexisted,when,comingbackfromthebedofthewatercourse,Isawafaint,yellowgleamamidsttherootsofagiantparasiteplant,theleavesandblossomsofwhichclimbedupthesidesofthecavewithitsantediluvianrelics。Thegleamwasthegleamofgold,andonremovingthelooseearthroundtherootsoftheplant,wecameon——No,Iwillnot,I

darenot,describeit。Thegolddiggerwouldcastitaside。thenaturalistwouldpausenottoheedit。anddidIdescribeit,andchemistrydeigntosubjectittoanalysis,couldchemistryalonedetachordiscoveritsboastedvirtues?

Itsparticles,indeed,areveryminute,notseemingreadilytocrystallizewitheachother。eachinitselfofuniformshapeandsize,sphericalastheeggwhichcontainsthegermoflife,andsmallastheeggfromwhichthelifeofaninsectmayquicken。

ButMargrave’skeeneyecaughtsightoftheatomsupcastbythelightofthemoon。Heexclaimedtome,Found!Ishalllive!

Andthen,ashegatheredupthegrainswithtremuloushands,hecalledouttotheVeiledWoman,hithertostillseatedmotionlessonthecrag。Athiswordsheroseandwenttotheplacehardby,wherethefuelwaspiled,busyingherselfthere。Ihadnoleisuretoheedher。Icontinuedmysearchinthesoftandyieldingsoilthattimeandthedecayofvegetablelifehadaccumulatedoverthepre-Adamitestrataonwhichthearchofthecaveresteditsmightykeystone。

Whenwehadcollectedoftheseparticlesaboutthriceasmuchasamanmightholdinhishand,weseemedtohaveexhaustedtheirbed。

Wecontinuedstilltofindgold,butnomoreofthedelicatesubstancetowhich,inoursight,goldwasasdross。

Enough,thensaidMargrave,reluctantlydesisting。WhatwehavegainedalreadywillsufficeforalifethriceaslongaslegendattributestoHaroun。Ishalllive——Ishalllivethroughthecenturies。

ForgetnotthatIclaimmyshare。

Yourshare——yours!True——yourhalfofmylife!Itistrue。Hepausedwithalow,ironical,malignantlaugh,andthenadded,asheroseandturnedaway,Buttheworkisyettobedone。

VI

Whilewehadthuslaboredandfound,Ayeshahadplacedthefuelwherethemoonlightfellfullestontheswardofthetableland——apartofitalreadypiledasforafire,therestofitheapedconfusedlycloseathand。andbythepileshehadplacedthecoffer。And,thereshestood,herarmsfoldedunderhermantle,herdarkimageseemingdarkerstillasthemoonlightwhitenedallthegroundfromwhichtheimagerosemotionless。Margraveopenedhiscoffer,theVeiledWomandidnotaidhim,andIwatchedinsilence,whileheassilentlymadehisweirdandwizard-likepreparations。

VII

Onthegroundawidecirclewastracedbyasmallrod,tippedapparentlywithspongesaturatedwithsomecombustiblenaphtha-likefluid,sothatapale,lambentflamefollowedthecourseoftherodasMargraveguidedit,burninguptheherbageoverwhichitplayed,andleavingadistinctring,likethatwhich,inourlovelynativefabletalk,wecalltheFairy’sring,butyetmorevisiblebecausemarkedinphosphorescentlight。Ontheringthusformedwereplacedtwelvesmalllamps,fedwiththefluidfromthesamevessel,andlightedbythesamerod。Thelightemittedbythelampswasmorevividandbrilliantthanthatwhichcircledroundthering。

Withinthecircumference,andimmediatelyroundthewoodpile,Margravetracedcertaingeometricalfigures,inwhich——notwithoutashudder,thatIovercameatoncebyastrongeffortofwillinmurmuringtomyselfthenameofLilian——Irecognizedtheinterlacedtriangleswhichmyownhand,inthespellenforcedonasleepwalker,haddescribedonthefloorofthewizard’spavilion。

Thefiguresweretracedlikethecircle,inflame,andatthepointofeachtriangle(fourinnumber)wasplacedalamp,brilliantasthoseonthering。Thistaskperformed,thecaldron,basedonanirontripod,wasplacedonthewoodpile。Andthenthewoman,beforeinactiveandunheeding,slowlyadvanced,kneltbythepileandlightedit。Thedrywoodcrackledandtheflameburstforth,lickingtherimsofthecaldronwithtonguesoffire。

Margraveflungintothecaldrontheparticleswehadcollected,pouredoverthemfirstaliquid,colorlessaswater,fromthelargestofthevesselsdrawnfromhiscoffer,andthen,moresparingly,dropsfromsmallcrystalphials,likethephialsIhadseeninthehandofPhilipDerval。

Havingsurmountedmyfirstimpulseofawe,Iwatchedtheseproceedings,curiousyetdisdainful,asonewhowatchesthemummeriesofanenchanteronthestage。

If,thoughtI,thesearebutartfuldevicestoinebriateandfoolmyownimagination,myimaginationisonitsguard,andreasonshallnot,thistime,sleepatherpost!

Andnow,saidMargrave,Iconsigntoyoutheeasytaskbywhichyouaretomerityourshareoftheelixir。Itismytasktofeedandreplenishthecaldron。itisAyesha’stofeedthefire,whichmustnotforamomentrelaxinitsmeasuredandsteadyheat。Yourtaskisthelightestofall:itisbuttorenewfromthisvesselthefluidthatburnsinthelamps,andonthering。Observe,thecontentsofthevesselmustbethriftilyhusbanded。thereisenough,butnotmorethanenough,tosustainthelightinthelamps,onthelinestracedroundthecaldron,andonthefartherring,forsixhours。Thecompoundsdissolvedinthisfluidarescarce——onlyobtainableintheEast,andevenintheEastmonthsmighthavepassedbeforeIcouldhaveincreasedmysupply。Ihadnomonthstowaste。Replenish,then,thelightonlywhenitbeginstoflickerorfade。Takeheed,aboveall,thatnopartoftheouterring——no,notaninch——andnolampofthetwelve,thataretoitszodiaclikestars,fadeforonemomentindarkness。

Itookthecrystalvesselfromhishand。

Thevesselissmall,saidI,andwhatisyetleftofitscontentsisbutscanty。whetheritsdropssufficetoreplenishthelightsIcannotguess——Icanbutobeyyourinstructions。But,moreimportantbyfarthanthelighttothelampsandthecircle,whichinAsiaorAfricamightscareawaythewildbeastsunknowntothisland——moreimportantthanlighttoalampisthestrengthtoyourframe,weakmagician!Whatwillsupportyouthroughsixwearyhoursofnightwatch?

Hope,answeredMargrave,witharayofhisolddazzlingstyle。

Hope!Ishalllive——Ishalllivethroughthecenturies!

VIII

Onehourpassedaway。thefagotsunderthecaldronburnedclearinthesullen,sultryair。Thematerialswithinbegantoseethe,andtheircolor,atfirstdullandturbid,changedintoapale-rosehue。fromtimetotimetheVeiledWomanreplenishedthefire,aftershehaddonesoreseatingherselfclosebythepyre,withherheadbowedoverherknees,andherfacehidunderherveil。

Thelightsinthelampsandalongtheringandthetrianglesnowbegantopale。Iresuppliedtheirnutrimentfromthecrystalvessel。Asyetnothingstrangestartledmyeyeormyearbeyondtherimofthecircle——nothingaudible,save,atadistance,themusicalwheel-likeclickofthelocusts,and,fartherstill,intheforest,thehowlofthewilddogsthatneverbark。nothingvisible,butthetreesandthemountainrangegirdingtheplainssilveredbythemoon,andthearchofthecavern,theflushofwildbloomsonitssides,andthegleamofdrybonesonitsfloor,wherethemoonlightshotintothegloom。

Thesecondhourpassedlikethefirst。IhadtakenmystandbythesideofMargrave,watchingwithhimtheprocessatworkinthecaldron,whenIfeltthegroundslightlyvibratebeneathmyfeet,andlookingup,itseemedasifalltheplainsbeyondthecirclewereheavingliketheswellofthesea,andasifintheairitselftherewasaperceptibletremor。

IplacedmyhandonMargrave’sshoulderandwhispered,Tomeearthandairseemtovibrate。Dotheyseemtovibratetoyou?

Iknownot,Icarenot,heansweredimpetuously。Theessenceisburstingtheshellthatconfinedit。Herearemyairandmyearth!

Troublemenot。Looktothecircle——feedthelampsiftheyfail!

IpassedbytheVeiledWomanasIwalkedtowardaplaceintheringinwhichtheflamewaswaningdim。andIwhisperedtoherthesamequestionwhichIhadwhisperedtoMargrave。Shelookedslowlyaroundandanswered,SoisitbeforetheInvisiblemakethemselvesvisible!DidInotbidhimforbear?Herheadagaindroopedonherbreast,andherwatchwasagainfixedonthefire。

Iadvancedtothecircleandstoopedtoreplenishthelightwhereitwaned。AsIdidso,onmyarm,whichstretchedsomewhatbeyondthelineofthering,Ifeltashocklikethatofelectricity。Thearmfelltomysidenumbedandnerveless,andfrommyhanddropped,butwithinthering,thevesselthatcontainedthefluid。

Recoveringmysurpriseormystun,hastilywiththeotherhandI

caughtupthevessel,butsomeofthescantyliquidwasalreadyspilledonthesward。andIsawwithathrillofdismay,thatcontrastedindeedthetranquilindifferencewithwhichIhadfirstundertakenmycharge,howsmallasupplywasnowleft。

IwentbacktoMargrave,andtoldhimoftheshock,andofitsconsequenceinthewasteoftheliquid。

Beware,saidhe,thatnotamotionofthearm,notaninchofthefoot,passthevergeofthering。andifthefluidbethusunhappilystinted,reserveallthatisleftfortheprotectingcircleandthetwelveouterlamps!SeehowtheGrandWorkadvances,howthehuesinthecaldronareglowingblood-redthroughthefilmonthesurface!

Andnowfourhoursofthesixweregone。myarmhadgraduallyrecovereditsstrength。Neithertheringnorthelampshadagainrequiredreplenishing。perhapstheirlightwasexhaustedlessquickly,asitwasnolongertobeexposedtotheraysoftheintenseAustralianmoon。Cloudshadgatheredoverthesky,andthoughthemoongleamedattimesinthegapsthattheyleftinblueair,herbeamwasmorehazyanddulled。Thelocustsnolongerwereheardinthegrass,northehowlofthedogsintheforest。Outofthecircle,thestillnesswasprofound。

AndaboutthistimeIsawdistinctlyinthedistanceavastEye。

Itdrewnearerandnearer,seemingtomovefromthegroundattheheightofsomeloftygiant。Itsgazerivetedmine。mybloodcurdledintheblazefromitsangryball。andnowasitadvancedlargerandlarger,otherEyes,asifofgiantsinitstrain,grewoutfromthespaceinitsrear——numbersonnumbers,likethespearheadsofsomeEasternarmy,seenafarbypalewardersofbattlementsdoomedtothedust。Myvoicelongrefusedanutterancetomyawe。atlengthitburstforthshrillandloud:

Look,look!ThoseterribleEyes!Legionsonlegions。Andhark!

thattrampofnumberlessfeet。THEYarenotseen,butthehollowsofearthechothesoundoftheirmarch!

Margrave,morethaneverintentonthecaldron,inwhich,fromtimetotime,hekeptdroppingpowdersoressencesdrawnforthfromhiscoffer,lookedup,defyingly,fiercely:

Yecome,hesaidinalowmutter,hisoncemightyvoicesoundinghollowandlaboring,butfearlessandfirm——yecome——nottoconquer,vainrebels!——yewhosedarkchiefIstruckdownatmyfeetinthetombwheremyspellhadraiseduptheghostofyourfirsthumanmaster,theChaldee!Earthandairhavetheirarmiesstillfaithfultome,andstillIrememberthewarsongthatsummonsthemuptoconfrontyou!Ayesha,Ayesha!recallthewildtroththatwepledgedamongtheroses。recallthedreadbondbywhichweunitedourswayoverhoststhatyetowntheeasqueen,thoughmyscepterisbroken,mydiademreftfrommybrows!

TheVeiledWomanroseatthisadjuration。Herveilnowwaswithdrawn,andtheblazeofthefirebetweenMargraveandherselfflushed,aswiththerosybloomofyouth,thegrandbeautyofhersoftenedface。Itwasseen,detached,asitwere,fromherdark-

mantledform。seenthroughthemistofthevaporswhichrosefromthecaldron,framingitroundlikethecloudsthatareyieldinglypiercedbythelightoftheeveningstar。

Throughthehazeofthevaporcamehervoice,moremusical,moreplaintivethanIhadhearditbefore,butfarsofter,moretender:

stillinherforeigntongue。thewordsunknowntome,andyettheirsense,perhaps,madeintelligiblebythelove,whichhasonecommonlanguageandonecommonlooktoallwhohaveloved——theloveunmistakablyheardinthelovingtone,unmistakablyseeninthelovingface。

Amomentorsomoreandshehadcomeroundfromtheoppositesideofthefirepile,andbendingoverMargrave’supturnedbrow,kisseditquietly,solemnly。andthenhercountenancegrewfierce,hercrestroseerect:itwasthelionessprotectingheryoung。Shestretchedforthherarmfromtheblackmantle,athwartthepalefrontthatnowagainbentoverthecaldron——stretchedittowardthehauntedandhollow-soundingspacebeyond,inthegestureofonewhoserighthandhastheswayofthescepter。Andthenhervoicestoleontheairinthemusicofachant,notloudyetfar-

reaching。sothrilling,sosweetandyetsosolemnthatIcouldatoncecomprehendhowlegendunitedofoldthespellofenchantmentwiththepowerofsong。AllthatIrecalledoftheeffectswhich,intheformertime,Margrave’sstrangechantshadproducedontheearthattheyravishedandthethoughtstheyconfused,wasbutasthewildbird’simitativecarol,comparedtothedepthandtheartandthesoulofthesinger,whosevoiceseemedendowedwithacharmtointhrallallthetribesofcreation,thoughthelanguageitusedforthatcharmmighttothem,astome,beunknown。Asthesongceased,IheardfrombehindsoundslikethoseIhadheardinthespacesbeforeme——thetrampofinvisiblefeet,thewhirofinvisiblewings,asifarmiesweremarchingtoaidagainstarmiesinmarchtodestroy。

Looknotinfrontnoraround,saidAyesha。Look,likehim,onthecaldronbelow。Thecircleandthelampsareyetbright。Iwilltellyouwhenthelightagainfails。

Idroppedmyeyesonthecaldron。

See,whisperedMargrave,thesparklesatlastbegintoarise,andtherosehuestodeepen——signsthatwenearthelastprocess。

IX

Thefifthhourhadpassedaway,whenAyeshasaidtome,Lo!thecircleisfading。thelampsgrowdim。Looknowwithoutfearonthespacebeyond。theeyesthatappalledtheeareagainlostinair,aslightningsthatfleetbackintocloud。

Ilookedup,andthespectershadvanished。Theskywastingedwithsulphuroushues,theredandtheblackintermixed。I

replenishedthelampsandtheringinfront,thriftily,heedfully。

butwhenIcametothesixthlamp,notadropinthevesselthatfedthemwasleft。Inavaguedismay,Inowlookedroundthehalfofthewidecircleinrearofthetwobendedfiguresintentonthecaldron。Allalongthatdiskthelightwasalreadybroken,hereandthereflickeringup,hereandtheredyingdown。thesixlampsinthathalfofthecirclestilltwinkled,butfaintly,asstarsshrinkingfastfromthedawnofday。Butitwasnotthefadingshineinthathalfofthemagicalringwhichdauntedmyeyeandquickenedwithterrorthepulseofmyheart。theBush-landbeyondwasonfire。Fromthebackgroundoftheforestrosetheflameandthesmoke——thesmoke,there,stillhalfsmotheringtheflame。Butalongthewidthofthegrassesandherbage,betweenthevergeoftheforestandthebedofthewatercreekjustbelowtheraisedplatformfromwhichIbeheldthedreadconflagration,thefirewasadvancing——waveuponwave,clearandredagainstthecolumnsofrockbehind。astherushofafloodthroughthemistsofsomeAlpcrownedwithlightnings。

RousedfrommystunatthefirstsightofadangernotforeseenbythemindIhadsteeledagainstfarrarerportentsofNature,I

carednomoreforthelampsandthecircle。HurryinghacktoAyeshaIexclaimed:Thephantomshavegonefromthespacesinfront。butwhatincantationorspellcanarresttheredmarchofthefoespeedingonintherear!Whilewegazedonthecaldronoflife,behindus,unheeded,beholdtheDestroyer!

Ayeshalookedandmadenoreply,but,asbyinvoluntaryinstinct,bowedhermajestichead,thenrearingiterect,placedherselfyetmoreimmediatelybeforethewastedformoftheyoungmagician(hestill,bendingoverthecaldron,andhearingmenotintheabsorptionandhopeofhiswatch)——placedherselfbeforehim,asthebirdwhosefirstcareisherfledgling。

Aswetwotherestood,frontingthedelugeoffire,weheardMargravebehindus,murmuringlow,Seethebubblesoflight,howtheysparkleanddance——Ishalllive,Ishalllive!Andhiswordsscarcelydiedinourearsbefore,crashuponcrash,camethefalloftheage-longtreesintheforest,andnearer,allnearus,throughtheblazinggrasses,thehissoftheserpents,thescreamofthebirds,andthebellowandtrampoftheherdsplungingwildthroughthebillowyredoftheirpastures。

AyeshanowwoundherarmsaroundMargrave,andwrenchedhim,reluctantandstruggling,fromhiswatchovertheseethingcaldron。

Inrebukeofhisangryexclamations,shepointedtothemarchofthefire,spokeinsorrowfultonesafewwordsinherownlanguage,andthen,appealingtomeinEnglish,said:

Itellhimthat,here,theSpiritswhoopposeushavesummonedafoethatisdeaftomyvoice,and——

And,exclaimedMargrave,nolongerwithgaspandeffort,butwiththeswellofavoicewhichdrownedallthediscordsofterrorandofagonysentforthfromthePhlegethonburningbelow——andthiswitch,whomItrusted,isavileslaveandimpostor,moredesiringmydeaththanmylife。ShethinksthatinlifeIshouldscornandforsakeher,thatindeathIshoulddieinherarms!Sorceress,avaunt!ArtthouuselessandpowerlessnowwhenIneedtheemost?

Go!Lettheworldbeonefuneralpyre!WhattoMEistheworld?

Myworldismylife!Thouknowestthatmylasthopeishere——thatallthestrengthleftmethisnightwilldiedown,likethelampsinthecircle,unlesstheelixirrestoreit。Boldfriend,spurnthatsorceressaway。Hoursyeterethoseflamescanassailus!A

fewminutesmore,andlifetoyourLilianandme!

Thushavingsaid,Margraveturnedfromus,andcastintothecaldronthelastessenceyetleftinhisemptycoffer。

Ayeshasilentlydrewherblackveiloverherface,andturned,withthebeingsheloved,fromtheterrorhescorned,toshareinthehopethathecherished。

Thusleftalone,withmyreasondisinthralled,disenchanted,I

surveyedmorecalmlytheextentoftheactualperilwithwhichwewerethreatened,andtheperilseemedless,sosurveyed。

ItistruealltheBush-landbehind,almostuptothebedofthecreek,wasonfire。butthegrasses,throughwhichtheflamespreadsorapidly,ceasedattheoppositemargeofthecreek。Waterypoolswerestill,atintervals,leftinthebedofthecreek,shiningtremulous,likewavesoffire,intheglarereflectedfromtheburningland。andevenwherethewaterfailed,thestonycourseoftheexhaustedrivuletwasabarrieragainstthemarchoftheconflagration。Thus,unlessthewind,nowstill,shouldrise,andwaftsomesparkstotheparchedcombustibleherbageimmediatelyaroundus,weweresavedfromthefire,andourworkmightyetbeachieved。

IwhisperedtoAyeshatheconclusiontowhichIcame。

Thinkestthou,sheansweredwithoutraisinghermournfulhead,thattheAgenciesofNaturearethemovementsofchance?TheSpiritsIinvokedtohisaidareleaguedwiththehoststhatassail。AmightierthanIamhasdoomedhim!

ScarcelyhadsheutteredthesewordsbeforeMargraveexclaimed,BeholdhowtheRoseofthealchemist’sdreamenlargesitsbloomsfromthefoldsofitspetals!Ishalllive,Ishalllive!

Ilooked,andtheliquidwhichglowedinthecaldronhadnowtakenasplendorthatmockedallcomparisonsborrowedfromthelusterofgems。Initsprevalentcolorithad,indeed,thedazzleandflashoftheruby。butoutfromthemassofthemoltenred,brokecoruscationsofallprismalhues,shooting,shifting,inaplaythatmadethewaveletsthemselvesseemlivingthings,sensibleoftheirjoy。Nolongerwastherescumorfilmuponthesurface。onlyeverandanonalight,rosyvaporfloatingup,andquicklostinthehaggard,heavy,sulphurousair,hotwiththeconflagrationrushingtowardusfrombehind。Andthesecoruscationsformed,onthesurfaceofthemoltenruby,literallytheshapeofarose,itsleavesmadedistinctintheiroutlinesbysparksofemeraldanddiamondandsapphire。

Evenwhilegazingonthisanimatedliquidluster,abuoyantdelightseemedinfusedintomysenses。allterrorsconceivedbeforewereannulled。thephantoms,whosearmieshadfilledthewidespacesinfront,wereforgotten。thecrashoftheforestbehindwasunheard。

Inthereflectionofthatglory,Margrave’swancheekseemedalreadyrestoredtotheradianceitworewhenIsawitfirstintheframeworkofblooms。

AsIgazed,thusenchanted,acoldhandtouchedmyown。

Hush!whisperedAyesha,fromtheblackveil,againstwhichtheraysofthecaldronfellblunt,andabsorbedintoDark。Behindus,thelightofthecircleisextinct。butthere,weareguardedfromallsavethebrutalandsoullessdestroyers。But,before!——

but,before!——see,twoofthelampshavediedout!——seetheblankofthegapinthering!Guardthatbreach——therethedemonswillenter。

Notadropisthereleftinthisvesselbywhichtoreplenishthelampsonthering。

Advance,then。thouhaststillthelightofthesoul,andthedemonsmayrecoilbeforeasoulthatisdauntlessandguiltless。

Ifnot,Threearelost!——asitis,Oneisdoomed。

Thusadjured,silently,involuntarily,IpassedfromtheVeiledWoman’sside,overthesearlinesontheturfwhichhadbeentracedbythetrianglesoflightlongsinceextinguished,andtowardthevergeofthecircle。AsIadvanced,overheadrushedadarkcloudofwings——birdsdislodgedfromtheforestonfire,andscreaming,indissonantterror,astheyflewtowardthefarthermostmountains。

closebymyfeethissedandglidedthesnakes,drivenforthfromtheirblazingcoverts,andglancingthroughthering,unscaredbyitswaninglamps。allundulatingbyme,bright-eyed,andhissing,allmadeinnocuousbyfear——eventheterribleDeath-adder,whichI

trampledonasIhaltedatthevergeofthecircle,didnotturntobite,butcreptharmlessaway。Ihaltedatthegapbetweenthetwodeadlamps,andbowedmyheadtolookagainintothecrystalvessel。Werethere,indeed,nolingeringdropsyetleft,ifbuttorecruitthelampsforsomepricelessminutesmore?AsIthusstood,rightintothegapbetweenthetwodeadlampsstrodeagiganticFoot。Alltherestoftheformwasunseen。only,asvolumeaftervolumeofsmokepouredonfromtheburninglandbehind,itseemedasifonegreatcolumnofvapor,eddyinground,settleditselfaloftfromthecircle,andthatoutfromthatcolumnstrodethegiantFoot。And,asstrodetheFoot,sowithitcame,likethesoundofitstread,arollofmutteredthunder。

Irecoiled,withacrythatrangloudthroughtheluridair。

Courage!saidthevoiceofAyesha。Tremblingsoul,yieldnotaninchtothedemon!

Atthecharm,thewonderfulcharm,inthetoneoftheVeiledWoman’svoice,mywillseemedtotakeaforcemoresublimethanitsown。Ifoldedmyarmsonmybreast,andstoodasifrootedtothespot,confrontingthecolumnofsmokeandthestrideofthegiantFoot。AndtheFoothalted,mute。

Again,inthemomentaryhushofthatsuspense,Iheardavoice——itwasMargrave’s。

Thelasthourexpires——theworkisaccomplished!Come!come!Aidmetotakethecaldronfromthefire。and,quick!——oradropmaybewastedinvapor——theElixirofLifefromthecaldron!

AtthatcryIreceded,andtheFootadvanced。

Andatthatmoment,suddenly,unawares,frombehind,Iwasstrickendown。Overme,asIlay,sweptawhirlwindoftramplinghoofsandglancinghorns。Theherds,intheirflightfromtheburningpastures,hadrushedoverthebedofthewatercourse,scaledtheslopesofthebanks。Snortingandbellowing,theyplungedtheirblindwaytothemountains。Onecryalone,morewildthantheirownsavageblare,piercedthereekthroughwhichtheBruteHurricaneswept。AtthatcryofwrathanddespairIstruggledtorise,againdashedtoearthbythehoofsandthehorns。Butwasitthedreamlikedeceitofmyreelingsenses,ordidIseethatgiantFootstridepastthroughtheclose-serriedranksofthemaddeningherds?DidIhear,distinctthroughallthehugeuproarofanimalterror,therolloflowthunderwhichfollowedthestrideofthatFoot?

X

Whenmysensehadrecovereditsshock,andmyeyeslookeddizzilyround,thechargeofthebeastshadsweptby。andofallthewildtribeswhichhadinvadedthemagicalcircle,theonlylingererwasthebrownDeath-adder,coiledclosebythespotwheremyheadhadrested。Besidetheextinguishedlampswhichthehoofshadconfusedlyscattered,thefire,arrestedbythewatercourse,hadconsumedthegrassesthatfedit,andtheretheplainsstretchedblackanddesertasthePhlegraeanFieldofthePoet’sHell。Butthefirestillragedintheforestbeyond——whiteflames,soaringupfromthetrunksofthetallesttrees,andforming,throughthesullendarkofthesmokereck,innumerablepillarsoffire,likethehallsinthecityoffiends。

Gatheringmyselfup,Iturnedmyeyesfromtheterriblepompoftheluridforest,andlookedfearfullydownonthehoof-trampledswardformytwocompanions。

IsawthedarkimageofAyeshastillseated,stillbending,asI

hadseenitlast。Isawapalehandfeeblygraspingtherimofthemagicalcaldron,whichlay,hurleddownfromitstripodbytherushofthebeasts,yardsawayfromthedim,fadingembersofthescatteredwoodpyre。Isawthefaintwrithingsofafrail,wastedframe,overwhichtheVeiledWomanwasbending。Isaw,asImovedwithbruisedlimbstotheplace,closebythelipsofthedyingmagician,theflashoftherubylikeessencespilledonthesward,and,meteor-like,sparklingupfromthetorntuftsofherbage。

InowreachedMargrave’sside。BendingoverhimastheVeiledWomanbent,andasIsoughtgentlytoraisehim,heturnedhisface,fiercelyfalteringout,Touchmenot,robmenot!YOUsharewithme!Never,never!Thesegloriousdropsareallmine!Dieallelse!Iwilllive,Iwilllive!Writhinghimselffrommypityingarms,heplungedhisfaceamidstthebeautiful,playfulflameoftheessence,asiftolaptheelixirwithlipsscorchedawayfromitsintolerableburning。Suddenly,withalowshriek,hefellback,hisfaceupturnedtomine,andonthatfaceunmistakablyreignedDeath。

ThenAyeshatenderly,silently,drewtheyoungheadtoherlap,anditvanishedfrommysightbehindherblackveil。

Ikneltbesideher,murmuringsometritewordsofcomfort。butsheheededmenot,rockingherselftoandfroasthemotherwhocradlesachildtosleep。Soonthefast-flickeringsparklesofthelostelixirdiedoutonthegrass。andwiththeirlastsportivediamond-

liketrembleoflight,up,inallthesuddennessofAustralianday,rosethesun,liftinghimselfroyallyabovethemountaintops,andfrontingthemeanerblazeoftheforestasayoungkingfrontshisrebels。Andasthere,wherethebushfireshadravaged,allwasadesert,sothere,wheretheirfuryhadnotspread,allwasagarden。Afar,atthefootofthemountains,thefugitiveherdsweregrazing。thecranes,flockingbacktothepools,renewedthestrangegraceoftheirgambols。andthegreatkingfisher,whoselaugh,halfinmirth,halfinmockery,leadsthechoirthatwelcomethemorn——whichinEuropeisnight——alightedboldontheroofofthecavern,whosefloorswerestillwhitewiththebonesofraces,extinctbefore——sohelplessthroughinstincts,soroyalthroughSoul——roseMAN!

Butthere,onthegroundwherethedazzlingelixirhadwasteditsvirtues——theretheherbagealreadyhadafreshnessofverdurewhich,amidthedullerswardroundit,waslikeanoasisofgreeninadesert。And,there,wildflowers,whosechillhuestheeyewouldhavescarcelydistinguishedthedaybefore,nowglitteredforthinbloomsofunfamiliarbeauty。Towardthatspotwereattractedmyriadsofhappyinsects,whosehumofintensejoywasmusicallyloud。Buttheformofthelife-seekingsorcererlayrigidandstark。blindtothebloomofthewildflowers,deaftothegleeoftheinsects——onehandstillrestingheavilyontherimoftheemptiedcaldron,andthefacestillhidbehindtheBlackVeil。What!thewondrouselixir,soughtwithsuchhopeandwell-

nighachievedthroughsuchdread,fleetingbacktotheearthfromwhichitsmaterialwasdrawntogivebloom,indeed——buttoherbs。

joyindeed——buttoinsects!

Andnow,intheflashofthesun,slowlywounduptheslopesthatledtothecircle,thesamebarbaricprocessionwhichhadsunkintothevalleyundertherayofthemoon。Thearmedmencamefirst,stalwartandtall,theirvestsbravewithcrimsonandgoldenlace,theirweaponsgaylygleamingwithholidaysilver。Afterthem,theBlackLitter。Astheycametotheplace,Ayesha,notraisingherhead,spoketotheminherownEasterntongue。Awailwasheranswer。Thearmedmenboundedforward,andthebearersleftthelitter。

AllgatheredroundthedeadformwiththefaceconcealedundertheBlackVeil。allknelt,andallwept。Farinthedistance,atthefootofthebluemountains,acrowdofthesavagenativeshadrisenupasiffromtheearth。theystoodmotionlessleaningontheirclubsandspears,andlookingtowardthespotonwhichwewere——

strangelythusbroughtintothelandscape,asiftheytoo,thewilddwellersonthevergewhichHumanityguardsfromtheBrute,wereamongthemournersforthemysteriousChildofmysteriousNature!

Andstill,intheherbage,hummedthesmallinsects,andstill,fromthecavern,laughedthegreatkingfisher。IsaidtoAyesha,Farewell!yourlovemournsthedead,minecallsmetotheliving。

Youarenowwithyourownpeople,theymayconsoleyou——sayifI

canassist。

Thereisnoconsolationforme!Whatmournercanbeconsoledifthedeaddieforever?Nothingforhimisleftbutagrave。thatgraveshallbeinthelandwherethesongofAyeshafirstlulledhimtosleep。ThouassistME——thou,thewisemanofEurope!Frommeaskassistance。Whatroadwiltthoutaketothyhome?

Thereisbutoneroadknowntomethroughthemazeofthesolitude——thatwhichwetooktothisupland。

OnthatroadDeathlurks,andawaitsthee!Blinddupe,couldstthouthinkthatifthegrandsecretoflifehadbeenwon,hewhoseheadrestsonmylapwouldhaveyieldedtheeonepettydropoftheessencewhichhadfilchedfromhisstoreoflifebutamoment?Me,whosolovedandsocherishedhim——mehewouldhavedoomedtothepitilesscordofmyservant,theStrangler,ifmydeathcouldhavelengthenedahairbreadththespanofhisbeing。Butwhatmatterstomehiscrimeorhismadness?Ilovedhim,Ilovedhim!

Shebowedherveiledheadlowerandlower。perhapsundertheveilherlipskissedthelipsofthedead。Thenshesaidwhisperingly:

JumatheStrangler,whosewordneverfailedtohismaster,whosepreyneverslippedfromhissnare,waitsthystepontheroadtothyhome!Butthydeathcannotnowprofitthedead,thebeloved。

Andthouhasthadpityforhimwhotookbutthineaidtodesignthydestruction。Hislifeislost,thineissaved!

ShespokenomoreinthetonguethatIcouldinterpret。Shespoke,inthelanguageunknown,afewmurmuredwordstoherswarthyattendants。thenthearmedmen,stillweeping,rose,andmadeadumbsigntometogowiththem。IunderstoodbythesignthatAyeshahadtoldthemtoguardmeonmyway。butshegavenoreplytomypartingthanks。

XI

Idescendedintothevalley。thearmedmenfollowed。Thepath,onthatsideofthewatercoursenotreachedbytheflames,woundthroughmeadowsstillgreen,oramidstgrovesstillunscathed。AsaturninginthewaybroughtinfrontofmysighttheplaceIhadleftbehind,Ibeheldtheblacklittercreepingdownthedescent,withitscurtainsclosed,andtheVeiledWomanwalkingbyitsside。

Butsoonthefuneralprocessionwaslosttomyeyes,andthethoughtsthatitrousedwereerased。Thewavesinman’sbrainarelikethoseofthesea,rushingon,rushingoverthewrecksofthevesselsthatrodeontheirsurface,tosink,afterstorm,intheirdeeps。Onethoughtcastforthintothefuturenowmasteredallinthepast:WasLilianlivingstill?Absorbedinthegloomofthatthought,hurriedonbythegoadthatmyheart,initstorturedimpatience,gavetomyfootstep,Ioutstrippedtheslowstrideofthearmedmen,and,midwaybetweentheplaceIhadleftandthehomewhichIspedto,came,farinadvanceofmyguards,intothethicketinwhichtheBushmenhadstartedupinmypathonthenightthatLilianhadwatchedformycoming。Theearthatmyfeetwasrifewithcreepingplantsandmany-coloredflowers,theskyoverheadwashalfhidbymotionlesspines。Suddenly,whethercrawlingoutfromtheherbageordroppingdownfromthetrees,bymysidestoodthewhite-robedandskeletonform——Ayesha’sattendanttheStrangler。

Isprangfromhimshuddering,thenhaltedandfacedhim。Thehideouscreaturecrepttowardme,cringingandfawning,makingsignsofhumblegoodwillandservileobeisance。AgainIrecoiled——

wrathfully,loathingly,turnedmyfacehomeward,andfledon。I

thoughtIhadbaffledhischase,when,justatthemouthofthethicket,hedroppedfromaboughinmypathclosebehindme。

BeforeIcouldturn,somedarkmufflingsubstancefellbetweenmysightandthesun,andIfeltafiercestrainatmythroat。ButthewordsofAyeshahadwarnedme。withonerapidhandIseizedthenoosebeforeitcouldtightentooclosely,withtheotherItorethebandageawayfrommyeyes,and,wheelingroundonthedastardlyfoe,struckhimdownwithonespurnofmyfoot。Hishand,ashefell,relaxeditsholdonthenoose。Ifreedmythroatfromtheknot,andsprangfromthecopseintothebroadsunlitplain。IsawnomoreofthearmedmenortheStrangler。Pantingandbreathless,Ipausedatlastbeforethefence,fragrantwithblossoms,thatdividedmyhomefromthesolitude。

ThewindowsofLilian’sroomweredarkened。allwithinthehouseseemedstill。

Darkenedandsilencedhome,withthelightandsoundsofthejocunddayallaroundit。WasthereyethopeintheUniverseforme?AlltowhichIhadtrustedHopehadbrokendown。theanchorsIhadforgedforherholdinthebedsoftheocean,herstayfromthedriftsofthestorm,hadsnappedlikethereedswhichpiercethesidethatleansonthebarboftheirpoints,andconfidesinthestrengthoftheirstems。Nohopeinthebaffledresourcesofrecognizedknowledge!NohopeinthedaringadventuresofMindintoregionsunknown。vainalikethecalmloreofthepracticedphysician,andthemagicalartsofthefatedEnchanter!IhadfledfromthecommonplaceteachingsofNature,toexploreinherShadowlandmarvelsatvariancewithreason。Madebravebythegrandeuroflove,IhadopposedwithoutquailingthestrideoftheDemon,andmyhope,whenfruitionseemednearest,hadbeentroddenintodustbythehoofsofthebeast!Andyet,allthewhile,Ihadscorned,asadream,morewildthanthewordofasorcerer,thehopethattheoldmanandthechild,thewiseandtheignorant,tookfromtheirsoulsasinborn。Manandfiendhadalikefailedamind,notignoble,notskill-less,notabjectlycraven。alikefailedaheartnotfeebleandselfish,notdeadtothehero’sdevotion,willingtoshedeverydropofitsbloodforasomethingmoredearthanananimal’slifeforitself!Whatremained——whatremainedforman’shope?——man’smindandman’sheartthusexhaustingtheirallwithnootherresultbutdespair!Whatremainedbutthemysteryofmysteries,socleartothesunriseofchildhood,thesunsetofage,onlydimmedbythecloudswhichcollectroundthenoonofourmanhood?WhereyetwasHopefound?

Inthesoul。initsevery-dayimpulsetosupplicatecomfortandlight,fromtheGiverofsoul,wherevertheheartisafflicted,themindisobscured。

ThenthewordsofAyesharushedoverme:Whatmournercanbeconsoled,ifthedeaddieforever?Througheverypulseofmyframethrobbedthatdreadquestion。allNaturearoundseemedtomurmurit。Andsuddenly,asbyaflashfromheaven,thegrandtruthinFaber’sgrandreasoningshoneonme,andlightedupall,withinandwithout。Manalone,ofallearthlycreatures,asks,Canthedeaddieforever?andtheinstinctthaturgesthequestionisGod’sanswertoman。Noinstinctisgiveninvain。

Andbornwiththeinstinctofsoulistheinstinctthatleadsthesoulfromtheseentotheunseen,fromtimetoeternity,fromthetorrentthatfoamstowardtheOceanofDeath,tothesourceofitsstream,faraloftfromtheOcean。

Knowthyself,saidthePythianofold。ThatpreceptdescendedfromHeaven。Knowthyself!Isthatmaximwise?Ifso,knowthysoul。Butneveryetdidmancometothethoroughconvictionofsoulbutwhatheacknowledgedthesovereignnecessityofprayer。

Inmyawe,inmyrapture,allmythoughtsseemedenlargedandillumedandexalted。Iprayed——allmysoulseemedoneprayer。Allmypast,withitsprideandpresumptionandfolly,grewdistinctastheformofapenitent,kneelingforpardonbeforesettingforthonthepilgrimagevowedtoashrine。And,surenow,inthedeepsofasoulfirstrevealedtomyself,thattheDeaddonotdieforever,myhumanlovesoaredbeyonditsbrieftrialofterrorandsorrow。

DaringnottoaskfromHeaven’swisdomthatLilian,formysake,mightnotyetpassawayfromtheearth,IprayedthatmysoulmightbefittedtobearwithsubmissionwhatevermyMakermightordain。

Andifsurvivingher——withoutwhomnobeamfromyonmaterialsuncouldeverwarmintojoyamorrowinhumanlife——sotoguidemystepsthattheymightrejoinheratlast,andinrejoining,regainforever!

Howtrivialnowbecametheweirdriddle,that,alittlewhilebefore,hadbeenclothedinsosolemnanawe!WhatmatteredittothevastinterestsinvolvedintheclearrecognitionofSoulandHereafter,whetherornotmybodilysense,foramoment,obscuredthefaceoftheNatureIshouldonedaybeholdasaspirit?

Doubtlessthesightsandthesoundswhichhadhauntedthelastgloomynight,thecalmreasonofFaberwouldstripoftheirmagicalseemings。theEyesinthespaceandtheFootinthecirclemightbethoseofnoterribleDemons,butofthewild’ssavagechildrenwhomIhadseen,halting,curiousandmute,inthelightofthemorning。

Thetremoroftheground(ifnot,asheretofore,explicablebytheillusoryimpressionofmyowntreacheroussenses)mightbebutthenaturaleffectofelementsstrugglingyetunderasoilunmistakablycharredbyvolcanoes。Theluminousatomsdissolvedinthecaldronmightaslittlebefraughtwithavitalelixirasarethesplendorsofnaphthaorphosphor。Asitwas,theweirdritehadnomagicresult。Themagicianwasnotrentlimbfromlimbbythefiends。

Bycausesasnaturalaseverextinguishedlife’ssparkinthefraillampofclay,hehaddiedoutofsight——undertheblackveil。

WhatmatteredhenceforthtoFaith,initsfargranderquestionsandanswers,whetherReason,inFaber,orFancy,inme,suppliedthemoreprobableguessatahieroglyphwhich,ifconstruedaright,wasbutawordofsmallmarkinthemysticallanguageofNature?IfalltheartsofenchantmentrecordedbyFablewereattestedbyfactswhichSageswereforcedtoacknowledge,Sageswouldsoonerorlaterfindsomecauseforsuchportents——notsupernatural。ButwhatSage,withoutcausesupernatural,bothwithoutandwithinhim,canguessatthewondersheviewsinthegrowthofabladeofgrass,orthetintsonaninsect’swing?WhateverartMancanachieveinhisprogressthroughtime,Man’sreason,intime,cansufficetoexplain。ButthewondersofGod?ThesebelongtotheInfinite。andthese,OImmortal!willbutdevelopnewwonderonwonder,thoughthysightbeaspirit’s,andthyleisuretotrackandtosolveaneternity。

AsIraisedmyfacefrommyclaspedhands,myeyesfellfulluponaformstandingintheopendoorway。There,whereonthenightinwhichLilian’slongstruggleforreasonandlifehadbegun,theLuminousShadowhadbeenbeheldinthedoubtfullightofadyingmoonandayethazydawn。there,onthethreshold,gatheringroundherbrightlockstheaureoleoftheglorioussun,stoodAmy,theblessedchild!AndasIgazed,drawingnearerandnearertothesilencedhouse,andthatImageofPeaceonitsthreshold,IfeltthatHopemetmeatthedoor——Hopeinthechild’ssteadfasteyes,Hopeinthechild’swelcomingsmile!

Iwasatwatchforyou,whisperedAmy。Alliswell。

Shelivesstill——shelives!ThankGod,thankGod!

Shelives——shewillrecover!saidanothervoice,asmyheadsunkonFaber’sshoulder。Forsomehoursinthenighthersleepwasdisturbed,convulsed。Ifeared,then,theworst。Suddenly,justbeforethedawn,shecalledoutaloud,stillinsleep:

’ThecoldanddarkshadowhaspassedawayfrommeandfromAllen——

passedawayfromusbothforever!’

Andfromthatmomentthefeverlefther。thebreathingbecamesoft,thepulsesteady,andthecolorstolegraduallybacktohercheek。Thecrisisispast。Nature’sbenignDisposerhaspermittedNaturetorestoreyourlife’sgentlepartner,hearttoheart,mindtomind——

Andsoultosoul,Icriedinmysolemnjoy。Aboveasbelow,soultosoul!Then,atasignfromFaber,thechildtookmebythehandandledmeupthestairsintoLilian’sroom。

Againthosedeararmsclosedaroundmeinwifelikeandholylove,andthosetruelipskissedawaymytears——evenasnow,atthedistanceofyearsfromthathappymorn,whileIwritethelastwordsofthisStrangeStory,thesamefaithfularmsclosearoundme,thesametenderlipskissawaymytears。

ThomasDeQuinceyTheAvengerWhycallestthoumemurderer,andnotratherthewrathofGodburningafterthestepsoftheoppressor,andcleansingtheearthwhenitiswetwithblood?

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