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It is impregnated with the spirit + of romanticism, which at the time of writing had a temporary but powerful + hold on the mind of Gustave Flaubert.] + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + DEATH SPEAKS + </h3> + <p> + At night, in winter, when the snow-flakes fall slowly from heaven like + great white tears, I raise my voice; its resonance thrills the cypress + trees and makes them bud anew. + </p> + <p> + I pause an instant in my swift course over earth; throw myself down among + cold tombs; and, while dark-plumaged birds rise suddenly in terror from my + side, while the dead slumber peacefully, while cypress branches droop low + o’er my head, while all around me weeps or lies in deep repose, my burning + eyes rest on the great white clouds, gigantic winding-sheets, unrolling + their slow length across the face of heaven. + </p> + <p> + How many nights, and years, and ages have I journeyed thus! A witness of + the universal birth and of a like decay; Innumerable are the generations I + have garnered with my scythe. Like God, I am eternal! The nurse of Earth, + I cradle it each night upon a bed both soft and warm. The same recurring + feasts; the same unending toil! Each morning I depart, each evening I + return, bearing within my mantle’s ample folds all that my scythe has + gathered. And then I scatter them to the four winds of Heaven! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + When the high billows run, when the heavens weep, and shrieking winds lash + ocean into madness, then in the turmoil and the tumult do I fling myself + upon the surging waves, and lo! the tempest softly cradles me, as in her + hammock sways a queen. The foaming waters cool my weary feet, burning from + bathing in the falling tears of countless generations that have clung to + them in vain endeavour to arrest my steps. + </p> + <p> + Then, when the storm has ceased, after its roar has calmed me like a + lullaby, I bow my head: the hurricane, raging in fury but a moment earlier + dies instantly. No longer does it live, but neither do the men, the ships, + the navies that lately sailed upon the bosom of the waters. + </p> + <p> + ’Mid all that I have seen and known,—peoples and thrones, loves, + glories, sorrows, virtues—what have I ever loved? Nothing—except + the mantling shroud that covers me! + </p> + <p> + My horse! ah, yes! my horse! I love thee too! How thou rushest o’er the + world! thy hoofs of steel resounding on the heads bruised by thy speeding + feet. Thy tail is straight and crisp, thine eyes dart flames, the mane + upon thy neck flies in the wind, as on we dash upon our maddened course. + Never art thou weary! Never do we rest! Never do we sleep! Thy neighing + portends war; thy smoking nostrils spread a pestilence that, mist-like, + hovers over earth. Where’er my arrows fly, thou overturnest pyramids and + empires, trampling crowns beneath thy hoofs; All men respect thee; nay, + adore thee! To invoke thy favour, popes offer thee their triple crowns, + and kings their sceptres; peoples, their secret sorrows; poets, their + renown. All cringe and kneel before thee, yet thou rushest on over their + prostrate forms. + </p> + <p> + Ah, noble steed! Sole gift from heaven! Thy tendons are of iron, thy head + is of bronze. Thou canst pursue thy course for centuries as swiftly as if + borne up by eagle’s wings; and when, once in a thousand years, resistless + hunger comes, thy food is human flesh, thy drink, men’s tears. My steed! I + love thee as Pale Death alone can love! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Ah! I have lived so long! How many things I know! How many mysteries of + the universe are shut within my breast! + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, after I have hurled a myriad of darts, and, after coursing o’er + the world on my pale horse, have gathered many lives, a weariness assails + me, and I long to rest. + </p> + <p> + But on my work must go; my path I must pursue; it leads through infinite + space and all the worlds. I sweep away men’s plans together with their + triumphs, their loves together with their crimes, their very all. + </p> + <p> + I rend my winding-sheet; a frightful craving tortures me incessantly, as + if some serpent stung continually within. + </p> + <p> + I throw a backward glance, and see the smoke of fiery ruins left behind; + the darkness of the night; the agony of the world. I see the graves that + are the work of these, my hands; I see the background of the past—’tis + nothingness! My weary body, heavy head, and tired feet, sink, seeking + rest. My eyes turn towards a glowing horizon, boundless, immense, seeming + to grow increasingly in height and depth. I shall devour it, as I have + devoured all else. + </p> + <p> + When, O God! shall I sleep in my turn? When wilt Thou cease creating? When + may I, digging my own grave, stretch myself out within my tomb, and, + swinging thus upon the world, list the last breath, the death-gasp, of + expiring nature? + </p> + <p> + When that time comes, away my darts and shroud I’ll hurl. Then shall I + free my horse, and he shall graze upon the grass that grows upon the + Pyramids, sleep in the palaces of emperors, drink the last drop of water + from the sea, and snuff the odour of the last slow drop of blood! By day, + by night, through the countless ages, he shall roam through fields eternal + as the fancy takes him; shall leap with one great bound from Atlas to the + Himalayas; shall course, in his insolent pride, from heaven to earth; + disport himself by caracoling in the dust of crumbled empires; shall speed + across the beds of dried-up oceans; shall bound o’er ruins of enormous + cities; inhale the void with swelling chest, and roll and stretch at ease. + </p> + <p> + Then haply, faithful one, weary as I, thou finally shalt seek some + precipice from which to cast thyself; shalt halt, panting before the + mysterious ocean of infinity; and then, with foaming mouth, dilated + nostrils, and extended neck turned towards the horizon, thou shalt, as I, + pray for eternal sleep; for repose for thy fiery feet; for a bed of green + leaves, whereon reclining thou canst close thy burning eyes forever. + There, waiting motionless upon the brink, thou shalt desire a power + stronger than thyself to kill thee at a single blow—shalt pray for + union with the dying storm, the faded flower, the shrunken corpse. Thou + shalt seek sleep, because eternal life is torture, and the tomb is peace. + </p> + <p> + Why are we here? What hurricane has hurled us into this abyss? What + tempest soon shall bear us away towards the forgotten planets whence we + came? + </p> + <p> + Till then, my glorious steed, thou shalt run thy course; thou mayst please + thine ear with the crunching of the heads crushed under thy feet. Thy + course is long, but courage! Long time hast thou carried me: but longer + time still must elapse, and yet we shall not age. + </p> + <p> + Stars may be quenched, the mountains crumble, the earth finally wear away + its diamond axis; but we two, we alone are immortal, for the impalpable + lives forever! + </p> + <p> + But to-day thou canst lie at my feet, and polish thy teeth against the + moss-grown tombs, for Satan has abandoned me, and a power unknown compels + me to obey his will. Lo! the dead seek to rise from their graves. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + Satan, I love thee! Thou alone canst comprehend my joys and my deliriums. + But, more fortunate than I, thou wilt some day, when earth shall be no + more, recline and sleep within the realms of space. + </p> + <p> + But I, who have lived so long, have worked so ceaselessly, with only + virtuous loves and solemn thoughts,—I must endure immortality. Man + has his tomb, and glory its oblivion; the day dies into night but I—! + </p> + <p> + And I am doomed to lasting solitude upon my way, strewn with the bones of + men and marked by ruins. Angels have fellow-angels; demons their + companions of darkness; but I hear only sounds of a clanking scythe, my + whistling arrows, and my speeding horse. Always the echo of the surging + billows that sweep over and engulf mankind! + </p> + <h3> + SATAN. + </h3> + <p> + Dost thou complain,—thou, the most fortunate creature under heaven? + The only, splendid, great, unchangeable, eternal one—like God, who + is the only Being that equals thee! Dost thou repine, who some day in thy + turn shalt disappear forever, after thou hast crushed the universe beneath + thy horse’s feet? + </p> + <p> + When God’s work of creating has ceased; when the heavens have disappeared + and the stars are quenched; when spirits rise from their retreats and + wander in the depths with sighs and groans; then, what unpicturable + delight for thee! Then shalt thou sit on the eternal thrones of heaven and + of hell—shalt overthrow the planets, stars, and worlds—shalt + loose thy steed in fields of emeralds and diamonds—shalt make his + litter of the wings torn from the angels,—shalt cover him with the + robe of righteousness! Thy saddle shall be broidered with the stars of the + empyrean,—and then thou wilt destroy it! After thou hast annihilated + everything,—when naught remains but empty space,—thy coffin + shattered and thine arrows broken, then make thyself a crown of stone from + heaven’s highest mount, and cast thyself into the abyss of oblivion. Thy + fall may last a million aeons, but thou shalt die at last. Because the + world must end; all, all must die,—except Satan! Immortal more than + God! I live to bring chaos into other worlds! + </p> + <h3> + DEATH. + </h3> + <p> + But thou hast not, as I, this vista of eternal nothingness before thee; + thou dost not suffer with this death-like cold, as I. + </p> + <h3> + SATAN. + </h3> + <p> + Nay, but I quiver under fierce and unrelaxing hearts of molten lava, which + burn the doomed and which e’en I cannot escape. + </p> + <p> + For thou, at least, hast only to destroy. But I bring birth and I give + life. I direct empires and govern the affairs of States and of hearts. + </p> + <p> + I must be everywhere. The precious metals flow, the diamonds glitter, and + men’s names resound at my command. I whisper in the ears of women, of + poets, and of statesmen, words of love, of glory, of ambition. With + Messalina and Nero, at Paris and at Babylon, within the self-same moment + do I dwell. Let a new island be discovered, I fly to it ere man can set + foot there; though it be but a rock encircled by the sea, I am there in + advance of men who will dispute for its possession. I lounge, at the same + instant, on a courtesan’s couch and on the perfumed beds of emperors. + Hatred and envy, pride and wrath, pour from my lips in simultaneous + utterance. By night and day I work. While men are burning Christians, I + luxuriate voluptuously in baths perfumed with roses; I race in chariots; + yield to deep despair; or boast aloud in pride. + </p> + <p> + At times I have believed that I embodied the whole world, and all that I + have seen took place, in verity, within my being. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes I weary, lose my reason, and indulge in such mad follies that + the most worthless of my minions ridicule me while they pity me. + </p> + <p> + No creature cares for me; nowhere am I loved,—neither in heaven, of + which I am a son, nor yet in hell, where I am lord, nor upon earth, where + men deem me a god. Naught do I see but paroxysms of rage, rivers of blood, + or maddened frenzy. Ne’er shall my eyelids close in slumber, never my + spirit find repose, whilst thou, at least, canst rest thy head upon the + cool, green freshness of the grave. Yea, I must ever dwell amid the glare + of palaces, must listen to the curses of the starving, or inhale the + stench of crimes that cry aloud to heaven. + </p> + <p> + God, whom I hate, has punished me indeed! But my soul is greater even than + His wrath; in one deep sigh I could the whole world draw into my breast, + where it would burn eternally, even as I. + </p> + <p> + When, Lord, shall thy great trumpet sound? Then a great harmony shall + hover over sea and hill. Ah! would that I could suffer with humanity; + their cries and sobs should drown the sound of mine! + </p> + <p> + [<i>Innumerable skeletons, riding in chariots, advance at a rapid pace, + with cries of joy and triumph. They drag broken branches and crowns of + laurel, from which the dried and yellow leaves fall continually in the + wind and the dust.</i>] + </p> + <p> + Lo, a triumphal throng from Rome, the Eternal City! Her Coliseum and her + Capitol are now two grains of sands that served once as a pedestal; but + Death has swung his scythe: the monuments have fallen. Behold! At their + head comes Nero, pride of my heart, the greatest poet earth has known! + </p> + <p> + [<i>Nero advances in a chariot drawn by twelve skeleton horses. With the + sceptre in his hand, he strikes the bony backs of his steeds. He stands + erect, his shroud flapping behind him in billowy folds. He turns, as if + upon a racecourse; his eyes are flaming and he cries loudly:</i>] + </p> + <h3> + NERO. + </h3> + <p> + Quick! Quick! And faster still, until your feet dash fire from the flinty + stones and your nostrils fleck your breasts with foam. What! do not the + wheels smoke yet? Hear ye the fanfares, whose sound reached even to Ostia; + the clapping of the hands, the cries of joy? See how the populace shower + saffron on my head! See how my pathway is already damp with sprayed + perfume! My chariot whirls on; the pace is swifter than the wind as I + shake the golden reins! Faster and faster! The dust clouds rise; my mantle + floats upon the breeze, which in my ears sings “Triumph! triumph!” Faster + and faster! Hearken to the shouts of joy, list to the stamping feet and + the plaudits of the multitude. Jupiter himself looks down on us from + heaven. Faster! yea, faster still! + </p> + <p> + [<i>Nero’s chariot now seems to be drawn by demons: a black cloud of dust + and smoke envelops him; in his erratic course he crashes into tombs, and + the re-awakened corpses are crushed under the wheels of the chariot, which + now turns, comes forward, and stops.</i>] + </p> + <h3> + NERO. + </h3> + <p> + Now, let six hundred of my women dance the Grecian Dances silently before + me, the while I lave myself with roses in a bath of porphyry. Then let + them circle me, with interlacing arms, that I may see on all sides + alabaster forms in graceful evolution, swaying like tall reeds bending + over an amorous pool. + </p> + <p> + And I will give the empire and the sea, the Senate, the Olympus, the + Capitol, to her who shall embrace me the most ardently; to her whose heart + shall throb beneath my own; to her who shall enmesh me in her flowing + hair, smile on me sweetest, and enfold me in the warmest clasp; to her who + soothing me with songs of love shall waken me to joy and heights of + rapture! Rome shall be still this night; no barque shall cleave the waters + of the Tiber, since ’tis my wish to see the mirrored moon on its + untroubled face and hear the voice of woman floating over it. Let perfumed + breezes pass through all my draperies! Ah, I would die, voluptuously + intoxicated. + </p> + <p> + Then, while I eat of some rare meat, that only I may taste, let some one + sing, while damsels, lightly draped, serve me from plates of gold and + watch my rest. One slave shall cut her sister’s throat, because it is my + pleasure—a favourite with the gods—to mingle the perfume of + blood with that of food, and cries of victims soothe my nerves. + </p> + <p> + This night I shall burn Rome. The flames shall light up heaven, and Tiber + shall roll in waves of fire! + </p> + <p> + Then, I shall build of aloes wood a stage to float upon the Italian sea, + and the Roman populace shall throng thereto chanting my praise. Its + draperies shall be of purple, and on it I shall have a bed of eagles’ + plumage. There I shall sit, and at my side shall be the loveliest woman in + the empire, while all the universe applauds the achievements of a god! And + though the tempest roar round me, its rage shall be extinguished ’neath my + feet, and sounds of music shall o’ercome the clamor of the waves! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + What didst thou say? Vindex revolts, my legions fly, my women flee in + terror? Silence and tears alone remain, and I hear naught but the rolling + of thunder. Must I die, now? + </p> + <h3> + DEATH. + </h3> + <p> + Instantly! + </p> + <h3> + NERO. + </h3> + <p> + Must I give up my days of feasting and delight, my spectacles, my + triumphs, my chariots and the applause of multitudes? + </p> + <h3> + DEATH. + </h3> + <p> + All! All! + </p> + <h3> + SATAN. + </h3> + <p> + Haste, Master of the World! One comes—One who will put thee to the + sword. An emperor knows how to die! + </p> + <h3> + NERO. + </h3> + <p> + Die! I have scarce begun to live! Oh, what great deeds I should accomplish—deeds + that should make Olympus tremble! I would fill up the bed of hoary ocean + and speed across it in a triumphal car. I would still live—would see + the sun once more, the Tiber, the Campagna, the Circus on the golden + sands. Ah! let me live! + </p> + <h3> + DEATH. + </h3> + <p> + I will give thee a mantle for the tomb, and an eternal bed that shall be + softer and more peaceful than the Imperial couch. + </p> + <h3> + NERO. + </h3> + <p> + Yet, I am loth to die. + </p> + <h3> + DEATH. + </h3> + <p> + Die, then! + </p> + <p> + [<i>He gathers up the shroud, lying beside him on the ground, and bears + away Nero—wrapped in its folds.</i>] + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE LEGEND OF SAINT JULIAN THE HOSPITALLER + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + THE CURSE + </h3> + <p> + Julian’s father and mother dwelt in a castle built on the slope of a hill, + in the heart of the woods. + </p> + <p> + The towers at its four corners had pointed roofs covered with leaden + tiles, and the foundation rested upon solid rocks, which descended + abruptly to the bottom of the moat. + </p> + <p> + In the courtyard, the stone flagging was as immaculate as the floor of a + church. Long rain-spouts, representing dragons with yawning jaws, directed + the water towards the cistern, and on each window-sill of the castle a + basil or a heliotrope bush bloomed, in painted flower-pots. + </p> + <p> + A second enclosure, surrounded by a fence, comprised a fruit-orchard, a + garden decorated with figures wrought in bright-hued flowers, an arbour + with several bowers, and a mall for the diversion of the pages. On the + other side were the kennel, the stables, the bakery, the wine-press and + the barns. Around these spread a pasture, also enclosed by a strong hedge. + </p> + <p> + Peace had reigned so long that the portcullis was never lowered; the moats + were filled with water; swallows built their nests in the cracks of the + battlements, and as soon as the sun shone too strongly, the archer who all + day long paced to and fro on the curtain, withdrew to the watch-tower and + slept soundly. + </p> + <p> + Inside the castle, the locks on the doors shone brightly; costly + tapestries hung in the apartments to keep out the cold; the closets + overflowed with linen, the cellar was filled with casks of wine, and the + oak chests fairly groaned under the weight of money-bags. + </p> + <p> + In the armoury could be seen, between banners and the heads of wild + beasts, weapons of all nations and of all ages, from the slings of the + Amalekites and the javelins of the Garamantes, to the broad-swords of the + Saracens and the coats of mail of the Normans. + </p> + <p> + The largest spit in the kitchen could hold an ox; the chapel was as + gorgeous as a king’s oratory. There was even a Roman bath in a secluded + part of the castle, though the good lord of the manor refrained from using + it, as he deemed it a heathenish practice. + </p> + <p> + Wrapped always in a cape made of fox-skins, he wandered about the castle, + rendered justice among his vassals and settled his neighbours’ quarrels. + In the winter, he gazed dreamily at the falling snow, or had stories read + aloud to him. But as soon as the fine weather returned, he would mount his + mule and sally forth into the country roads, edged with ripening wheat, to + talk with the peasants, to whom he distributed advice. After a number of + adventures he took unto himself a wife of high lineage. + </p> + <p> + She was pale and serious, and a trifle haughty. The horns of her + head-dress touched the top of the doors and the hem of her gown trailed + far behind her. She conducted her household like a cloister. Every morning + she distributed work to the maids, supervised the making of preserves and + unguents, and afterwards passed her time in spinning, or in embroidering + altar-cloths. In response to her fervent prayers, God granted her a son! + </p> + <p> + Then there was great rejoicing; and they gave a feast which lasted three + days and four nights, with illuminations and soft music. Chickens as large + as sheep, and the rarest spices were served; for the entertainment of the + guests, a dwarf crept out of a pie; and when the bowls were too few, for + the crowd swelled continuously, the wine was drunk from helmets and + hunting-horns. + </p> + <p> + The young mother did not appear at the feast. She was quietly resting in + bed. One night she awoke, and beheld in a moonbeam that crept through the + window something that looked like a moving shadow. It was an old man clad + in sackcloth, who resembled a hermit. A rosary dangled at his side and he + carried a beggar’s sack on his shoulder. He approached the foot of the + bed, and without opening his lips said: “Rejoice, O mother! Thy son shall + be a saint.” + </p> + <p> + She would have cried out, but the old man, gliding along the moonbeam, + rose through the air and disappeared. The songs of the banqueters grew + louder. She could hear angels’ voices, and her head sank back on the + pillow, which was surmounted by the bone of a martyr, framed in precious + stones. + </p> + <p> + The following day, the servants, upon being questioned, declared, to a + man, that they had seen no hermit. Then, whether dream or fact, this must + certainly have been a communication from heaven; but she took care not to + speak of it, lest she should be accused of presumption. + </p> + <p> + The guests departed at daybreak, and Julian’s father stood at the castle + gate, where he had just bidden farewell to the last one, when a beggar + suddenly emerged from the mist and confronted him. He was a gipsy—for + he had a braided beard and wore silver bracelets on each arm. His eyes + burned and, in an inspired way, he muttered some disconnected words: “Ah! + Ah! thy son!—great bloodshed—great glory—happy always—an + emperor’s family.” + </p> + <p> + Then he stooped to pick up the alms thrown to him, and disappeared in the + tall grass. + </p> + <p> + The lord of the manor looked up and down the road and called as loudly as + he could. But no one answered him! The wind only howled and the morning + mists were fast dissolving. + </p> + <p> + He attributed his vision to a dullness of the brain resulting from too + much sleep. “If I should speak of it,” quoth he, “people would laugh at + me.” Still, the glory that was to be his son’s dazzled him, albeit the + meaning of the prophecy was not clear to him, and he even doubted that he + had heard it. + </p> + <p> + The parents kept their secret from each other. But both cherished the + child with equal devotion, and as they considered him marked by God, they + had great regard for his person. His cradle was lined with the softest + feathers, and lamp representing a dove burned continually over it; three + nurses rocked him night and day, and with his pink cheeks and blue eyes, + brocaded cloak and embroidered cap he looked like a little Jesus. He cut + all his teeth without even a whimper. + </p> + <p> + When he was seven years old his mother taught him to sing, and his father + lifted him upon a tall horse, to inspire him with courage. The child + smiled with delight, and soon became familiar with everything pertaining + to chargers. An old and very learned monk taught him the Gospel, the + Arabic numerals, the Latin letters, and the art of painting delicate + designs on vellum. They worked in the top of a tower, away from all noise + and disturbance. + </p> + <p> + When the lesson was over, they would go down into the garden and study the + flowers. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes a herd of cattle passed through the valley below, in charge of a + man in Oriental dress. The lord of the manor, recognising him as a + merchant, would despatch a servant after him. The stranger, becoming + confident, would stop on his way and after being ushered into the + castle-hall, would display pieces of velvet and silk, trinkets and strange + objects whose use was unknown in those parts. Then, in due time, he would + take leave, without having been molested and with a handsome profit. + </p> + <p> + At other times, a band of pilgrims would knock at the door. Their wet + garments would be hung in front of the hearth and after they had been + refreshed by food they would relate their travels, and discuss the + uncertainty of vessels on the high seas, their long journeys across + burning sands, the ferocity of the infidels, the caves of Syria, the + Manger and the Holy Sepulchre. They made presents to the young heir of + beautiful shells, which they carried in their cloaks. + </p> + <p> + The lord of the manor very often feasted his brothers-at-arms, and over + the wine the old warriors would talk of battles and attacks, of + war-machines and of the frightful wounds they had received, so that + Julian, who was a listener, would scream with excitement; then his father + felt convinced that some day he would be a conqueror. But in the evening, + after the Angelus, when he passed through the crowd of beggars who + clustered about the church-door, he distributed his alms with so much + modesty and nobility that his mother fully expected to see him become an + archbishop in time. + </p> + <p> + His seat in the chapel was next to his parents, and no matter how long the + services lasted, he remained kneeling on his <i>prie-dieu,</i> with folded + hands and his velvet cap lying close beside him on the floor. + </p> + <p> + One day, during mass, he raised his head and beheld a little white mouse + crawling out of a hole in the wall. It scrambled to the first altar-step + and then, after a few gambols, ran back in the same direction. On the + following Sunday, the idea of seeing the mouse again worried him. It + returned; and every Sunday after that he watched for it; and it annoyed + him so much that he grew to hate it and resolved to do away with it. + </p> + <p> + So, having closed the door and strewn some crumbs on the steps of the + altar, he placed himself in front of the hole with a stick. After a long + while a pink snout appeared, and then whole mouse crept out. He struck it + lightly with his stick and stood stunned at the sight of the little, + lifeless body. A drop of blood stained the floor. He wiped it away hastily + with his sleeve, and picking up the mouse, threw it away, without saying a + word about it to anyone. + </p> + <p> + All sorts of birds pecked at the seeds in the garden. He put some peas in + a hollow reed, and when he heard birds chirping in a tree, he would + approach cautiously, lift the tube and swell his cheeks; then, when the + little creatures dropped about him in multitudes, he could not refrain + from laughing and being delighted with his own cleverness. + </p> + <p> + One morning, as he was returning by way of the curtain, he beheld a fat + pigeon sunning itself on the top of the wall. He paused to gaze at it; + where he stood the rampart was cracked and a piece of stone was near at + hand; he gave his arm a jerk and the well-aimed missile struck the bird + squarely, sending it straight into the moat below. + </p> + <p> + He sprang after it, unmindful of the brambles, and ferreted around the + bushes with the litheness of a young dog. + </p> + <p> + The pigeon hung with broken wings in the branches of a privet hedge. + </p> + <p> + The persistence of its life irritated the boy. He began to strangle it, + and its convulsions made his heart beat quicker, and filled him with a + wild, tumultuous voluptuousness, the last throb of its heart making him + feel like fainting. + </p> + <p> + At supper that night, his father declared that at his age a boy should + begin to hunt; and he arose and brought forth an old writing-book which + contained, in questions and answers, everything pertaining to the pastime. + In it, a master showed a supposed pupil how to train dogs and falcons, lay + traps, recognise a stag by its fumets, and a fox or a wolf by footprints. + He also taught the best way of discovering their tracks, how to start + them, where their refuges are usually to be found, what winds are the most + favourable, and further enumerated the various cries, and the rules of the + quarry. + </p> + <p> + When Julian was able to recite all these things by heart, his father made + up a pack of hounds for him. There were twenty-four greyhounds of Barbary, + speedier than gazelles, but liable to get out of temper; seventeen couples + of Breton dogs, great barkers, with broad chests and russet coats flecked + with white. For wild-boar hunting and perilous doublings, there were forty + boarhounds as hairy as bears. + </p> + <p> + The red mastiffs of Tartary, almost as large as donkeys, with broad backs + and straight legs, were destined for the pursuit of the wild bull. The + black coats of the spaniels shone like satin; the barking of the setters + equalled that of the beagles. In a special enclosure were eight growling + bloodhounds that tugged at their chains and rolled their eyes, and these + dogs leaped at men’s throats and were not afraid even of lions. + </p> + <p> + All ate wheat bread, drank from marble troughs, and had high-sounding + names. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps the falconry surpassed the pack; for the master of the castle, by + paying great sums of money, had secured Caucasian hawks, Babylonian + sakers, German gerfalcons, and pilgrim falcons captured on the cliffs + edging the cold seas, in distant lands. They were housed in a thatched + shed and were chained to the perch in the order of size. In front of them + was a little grass-plot where, from time to time, they were allowed to + disport themselves. + </p> + <p> + Bag-nets, baits, traps and all sorts of snares were manufactured. + </p> + <p> + Often they would take out pointers who would set almost immediately; then + the whippers-in, advancing step by step, would cautiously spread a huge + net over their motionless bodies. At the command, the dogs would bark and + arouse the quails; and the ladies of the neighbourhood, with their + husbands, children and hand-maids, would fall upon them and capture them + with ease. + </p> + <p> + At other times they used a drum to start hares; and frequently foxes fell + into the ditches prepared for them, while wolves caught their paws in the + traps. + </p> + <p> + But Julian scorned these convenient contrivances; he preferred to hunt + away from the crowd, alone with his steed and his falcon. It was almost + always a large, snow-white, Scythian bird. His leather hood was ornamented + with a plume, and on his blue feet were bells; and he perched firmly on + his master’s arm while they galloped across the plains. Then Julian would + suddenly untie his tether and let him fly, and the bold bird would dart + through the air like an arrow, One might perceive two spots circle around, + unite, and then disappear in the blue heights. Presently the falcon would + return with a mutilated bird, and perch again on his master’s gauntlet + with trembling wings. + </p> + <p> + Julian loved to sound his trumpet and follow his dogs over hills and + streams, into the woods; and when the stag began to moan under their + teeth, he would kill it deftly, and delight in the fury of the brutes, + which would devour the pieces spread out on the warm hide. + </p> + <p> + On foggy days, he would hide in the marshes to watch for wild geese, + otters and wild ducks. + </p> + <p> + At daybreak, three equerries waited for him at the foot of the steps; and + though the old monk leaned out of the dormer-window and made signs to him + to return, Julian would not look around. + </p> + <p> + He heeded neither the broiling sun, the rain nor the storm; he drank + spring water and ate wild berries, and when he was tired, he lay down + under a tree; and he would come home at night covered with earth and + blood, with thistles in his hair and smelling of wild beasts. He grew to + be like them. And when his mother kissed him, he responded coldly to her + caress and seemed to be thinking of deep and serious things. + </p> + <p> + He killed bears with a knife, bulls with a hatchet, and wild boars with a + spear; and once, with nothing but a stick, he defended himself against + some wolves, which were gnawing corpses at the foot of a gibbet. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + One winter morning he set out before daybreak, with a bow slung across his + shoulder and a quiver of arrows attached to the pummel of his saddle. The + hoofs of his steed beat the ground with regularity and his two beagles + trotted close behind. The wind was blowing hard and icicles clung to his + cloak. A part of the horizon cleared, and he beheld some rabbits playing + around their burrows. In an instant, the two dogs were upon them, and + seizing as many as they could, they broke their backs in the twinkling of + an eye. + </p> + <p> + Soon he came to a forest. A woodcock, paralysed by the cold, perched on a + branch, with its head hidden under its wing. Julian, with a lunge of his + sword, cut off its feet, and without stopping to pick it up, rode away. + </p> + <p> + Three hours later he found himself on the top of a mountain so high that + the sky seemed almost black. In front of him, a long, flat rock hung over + a precipice, and at the end two wild goats stood gazing down into the + abyss. As he had no arrows (for he had left his steed behind), he thought + he would climb down to where they stood; and with bare feet and bent back + he at last reached the first goat and thrust his dagger below its ribs. + But the second animal, in its terror, leaped into the precipice. Julian + threw himself forward to strike it, but his right foot slipped, and he + fell, face downward and with outstretched arms, over the body of the first + goat. + </p> + <p> + After he returned to the plains, he followed a stream bordered by willows. + From time to time, some cranes, flying low, passed over his head. He + killed them with his whip, never missing a bird. He beheld in the distance + the gleam of a lake which appeared to be of lead, and in the middle of it + was an animal he had never seen before, a beaver with a black muzzle. + Notwithstanding the distance that separated them, an arrow ended its life + and Julian only regretted that he was not able to carry the skin home with + him. + </p> + <p> + Then he entered an avenue of tall trees, the tops of which formed a + triumphal arch to the entrance of a forest. A deer sprang out of the + thicket and a badger crawled out of its hole, a stag appeared in the road, + and a peacock spread its fan-shaped tail on the grass—and after he + had slain them all, other deer, other stags, other badgers, other + peacocks, and jays, blackbirds, foxes, porcupines, polecats, and lynxes, + appeared; in fact, a host of beasts that grew more and more numerous with + every step he took. Trembling, and with a look of appeal in their eyes, + they gathered around Julian, but he did not stop slaying them; and so + intent was he on stretching his bow, drawing his sword and whipping out + his knife, that he had little thought for aught else. He knew that he was + hunting in some country since an indefinite time, through the very fact of + his existence, as everything seemed to occur with the ease one experiences + in dreams. But presently an extraordinary sight made him pause. + </p> + <p> + He beheld a valley shaped like a circus and filled with stags which, + huddled together, were warming one another with the vapour of their + breaths that mingled with the early mist. + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes, he almost choked with pleasure at the prospect of so + great a carnage. Then he sprang from his horse, rolled up his sleeves, and + began to aim. + </p> + <p> + When the first arrow whizzed through the air, the stags turned their heads + simultaneously. They huddled closer, uttered plaintive cries, and a great + agitation seized the whole herd. The edge of the valley was too high to + admit of flight; and the animals ran around the enclosure in their efforts + to escape. Julian aimed, stretched his bow and his arrows fell as fast and + thick as raindrops in a shower. + </p> + <p> + Maddened with terror, the stags fought and reared and climbed on top of + one another; their antlers and bodies formed a moving mountain which + tumbled to pieces whenever it displaced itself. Finally the last one + expired. Their bodies lay stretched out on the sand with foam gushing from + the nostrils and the bowels protruding. The heaving of their bellies grew + less and less noticeable, and presently all was still. + </p> + <p> + Night came, and behind the trees, through the branches, the sky appeared + like a sheet of blood. + </p> + <p> + Julian leaned against a tree and gazed with dilated eyes at the enormous + slaughter. He was now unable to comprehend how he had accomplished it. + </p> + <p> + On the opposite side of the valley, he suddenly beheld a large stag, with + a doe and their fawn. The buck was black and of enormous size; he had a + white beard and carried sixteen antlers. His mate was the color of dead + leaves, and she browsed upon the grass, while the fawn, clinging to her + udder, followed her step by step. + </p> + <p> + Again the bow was stretched, and instantly the fawn dropped dead, and + seeing this, its mother raised her head and uttered a poignant, almost + human wail of agony. Exasperated, Julian thrust his knife into her chest, + and felled her to the ground. + </p> + <p> + The great stag had watched everything and suddenly he sprang forward. + Julian aimed his last arrow at the beast. It struck him between his + antlers and stuck there. + </p> + <p> + The stag did not appear to notice it; leaping over the bodies, he was + coming nearer and nearer with the intention, Julian thought, of charging + at him and ripping him open, and he recoiled with inexpressible horror. + But presently the huge animal halted, and, with eyes aflame and the solemn + air of a patriarch and a judge, repeated thrice, while a bell tolled in + the distance: “Accursed! Accursed! Accursed! some day, ferocious soul, + thou wilt murder thy father and thy mother!” + </p> + <p> + Then he sank on his knees, gently closed his lids and expired. + </p> + <p> + At first Julian was stunned, and then a sudden lassitude and an immense + sadness came over him. Holding his head between his hands, he wept for a + long time. + </p> + <p> + His steed had wandered away; his dogs had forsaken him; the solitude + seemed to threaten him with unknown perils. Impelled by a sense of + sickening terror, he ran across the fields, and choosing a path at random, + found himself almost immediately at the gates of the castle. + </p> + <p> + That night he could not rest, for, by the flickering light of the hanging + lamp, he beheld again the huge black stag. He fought against the obsession + of the prediction and kept repeating: “No! No! No! I cannot slay them!” + and then he thought: “Still, supposing I desired to?—” and he feared + that the devil might inspire him with this desire. + </p> + <p> + During three months, his distracted mother prayed at his bedside, and his + father paced the halls of the castle in anguish. He consulted the most + celebrated physicians, who prescribed quantities of medicine. Julian’s + illness, they declared, was due to some injurious wind or to amorous + desire. But in reply to their questions, the young man only shook his + head. After a time, his strength returned, and he was able to take a walk + in the courtyard, supported by his father and the old monk. + </p> + <p> + But after he had completely recovered, he refused to hunt. + </p> + <p> + His father, hoping to please him, presented him with a large Saracen + sabre. It was placed on a panoply that hung on a pillar, and a ladder was + required to reach it. Julian climbed up to it one day, but the heavy + weapon slipped from his grasp, and in falling grazed his father and tore + his cloak. Julian, believing he had killed him, fell in a swoon. + </p> + <p> + After that, he carefully avoided weapons. The sight of a naked sword made + him grow pale, and this weakness caused great distress to his family. + </p> + <p> + In the end, the old monk ordered him in the name of God, and of his + forefathers, once more to indulge in the sports of a nobleman. + </p> + <p> + The equerries diverted themselves every day with javelins and Julian soon + excelled in the practice. + </p> + <p> + He was able to send a javelin into bottles, to break the teeth of the + weather-cocks on the castle and to strike door-nails at a distance of one + hundred feet. + </p> + <p> + One summer evening, at the hour when dusk renders objects indistinct, he + was in the arbour in the garden, and thought he saw two white wings in the + background hovering around the espalier. Not for a moment did he doubt + that it was a stork, and so he threw his javelin at it. + </p> + <p> + A heart-rending scream pierced the air. + </p> + <p> + He had struck his mother, whose cap and long streams remained nailed to + the wall. + </p> + <p> + Julian fled from home and never returned. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + THE CRIME + </h3> + <p> + He joined a horde of adventurers who were passing through the place. + </p> + <p> + He learned what it was to suffer hunger, thirst, sickness and filth. He + grew accustomed to the din of battles and to the sight of dying men. The + wind tanned his skin. His limbs became hardened through contact with + armour, and as he was very strong and brave, temperate and of good + counsel, he easily obtained command of a company. + </p> + <p> + At the outset of a battle, he would electrify his soldiers by a motion of + his sword. He would climb the walls of a citadel with a knotted rope, at + night, rocked by the storm, while sparks of fire clung to his cuirass, and + molten lead and boiling tar poured from the battlements. + </p> + <p> + Often a stone would break his shield. Bridges crowded with men gave way + under him. Once, by turning his mace, he rid himself of fourteen horsemen. + He defeated all those who came forward to fight him on the field of + honour, and more than a score of times it was believed that he had been + killed. + </p> + <p> + However, thanks to Divine protection, he always escaped, for he shielded + orphans, widows, and aged men. When he caught sight of one of the latter + walking ahead of him, he would call to him to show his face, as if he + feared that he might kill him by mistake. + </p> + <p> + All sorts of intrepid men gathered under his leadership, fugitive slaves, + peasant rebels, and penniless bastards; he then organized an army which + increased so much that he became famous and was in great demand. + </p> + <p> + He succoured in turn the Dauphin of France, the King of England, the + Templars of Jerusalem, the General of the Parths, the Negus of Abyssinia + and the Emperor of Calicut. He fought against Scandinavians covered with + fish-scales, against negroes mounted on red asses and armed with shields + made of hippopotamus hide, against gold-coloured Indians who wielded + great, shining swords above their heads. He conquered the Troglodytes and + the cannibals. He travelled through regions so torrid that the heat of the + sun would set fire to the hair on one’s head; he journeyed through + countries so glacial that one’s arms would fall from the body; and he + passed through places where the fogs were so dense that it seemed like + being surrounded by phantoms. + </p> + <p> + Republics in trouble consulted him; when he conferred with ambassadors, he + always obtained unexpected concessions. Also, if a monarch behaved badly, + he would arrive on the scene and rebuke him. He freed nations. He rescued + queens sequestered in towers. It was he and no other that killed the + serpent of Milan and the dragon of Oberbirbach. + </p> + <p> + Now, the Emperor of Occitania, having triumphed over the Spanish + Mussulmans, had taken the sister of the Caliph of Cordova as a concubine, + and had had one daughter by her, whom he brought up in the teachings of + Christ. But the Caliph, feigning that he wished to become converted, made + him a visit, and brought with him a numerous escort. He slaughtered the + entire garrison and threw the Emperor into a dungeon, and treated him with + great cruelty in order to obtain possession of his treasures. + </p> + <p> + Julian went to his assistance, destroyed the army of infidels, laid siege + to the city, slew the Caliph, chopped off his head and threw it over the + fortifications like a cannon-ball. + </p> + <p> + As a reward for so great a service, the Emperor presented him with a large + sum of money in baskets; but Julian declined it. Then the Emperor, + thinking that the amount was not sufficiently large, offered him three + quarters of his fortune, and on meeting a second refusal, proposed to + share his kingdom with his benefactor. But Julian only thanked him for it, + and the Emperor felt like weeping with vexation at not being able to show + his gratitude, when he suddenly tapped his forehead and whispered a few + words in the ear of one of his courtiers; the tapestry curtains parted and + a young girl appeared. + </p> + <p> + Her large black eyes shone like two soft lights. A charming smile parted + her lips. Her curls were caught in the jewels of her half-opened bodice, + and the grace of her youthful body could be divined under the transparency + of her tunic. + </p> + <p> + She was small and quite plump, but her waist was slender. + </p> + <p> + Julian was absolutely dazzled, all the more since he had always led a + chaste life. + </p> + <p> + So he married the Emperor’s daughter, and received at the same time a + castle she had inherited from her mother; and when the rejoicings were + over, he departed with his bride, after many courtesies had been exchanged + on both sides. + </p> + <p> + The castle was of Moorish design, in white marble, erected on a promontory + and surrounded by orange-trees. + </p> + <p> + Terraces of flowers extended to the shell-strewn shores of a beautiful + bay. Behind the castle spread a fan-shaped forest. The sky was always + blue, and the trees were swayed in turn by the ocean-breeze and by the + winds that blew from the mountains that closed the horizon. + </p> + <p> + Light entered the apartments through the incrustations of the walls. High, + reed-like columns supported the ceiling of the cupolas, decorated in + imitation of stalactites. + </p> + <p> + Fountains played in the spacious halls; the courts were inlaid with + mosaic; there were festooned partitions and a great profusion of + architectural fancies; and everywhere reigned a silence so deep that the + swish of a sash or the echo of a sigh could be distinctly heard. + </p> + <p> + Julian now had renounced war. Surrounded by a peaceful people, he remained + idle, receiving every day a throng of subjects who came and knelt before + him and kissed his hand in Oriental fashion. + </p> + <p> + Clad in sumptuous garments, he would gaze out of the window and think of + his past exploits; and wish that he might again run in the desert in + pursuit of ostriches and gazelles, hide among the bamboos to watch for + leopards, ride through forests filled with rhinoceroses, climb the most + inaccessible peaks in order to have a better aim at the eagles, and fight + the polar bears on the icebergs of the northern sea. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, in his dreams, he fancied himself like Adam in the midst of + Paradise, surrounded by all the beasts; by merely extending his arm, he + was able to kill them; or else they filed past him, in pairs, by order of + size, from the lions and the elephants to the ermines and the ducks, as on + the day they entered Noah’s Ark. + </p> + <p> + Hidden in the shadow of a cave, he aimed unerring arrows at them; then + came others and still others, until he awoke, wild-eyed. + </p> + <p> + Princes, friends of his, invited him to their meets, but he always refused + their invitations, because he thought that by this kind of penance he + might possibly avert the threatened misfortune; it seemed to him that the + fate of his parents depended on his refusal to slaughter animals. He + suffered because he could not see them, and his other desire was growing + well-nigh unbearable. + </p> + <p> + In order to divert his mind, his wife had dancers and jugglers come to the + castle. + </p> + <p> + She went abroad with him in an open litter; at other times, stretched out + on the edge of a boat, they watched for hours the fish disport themselves + in the water, which was as clear as the sky. Often she playfully threw + flowers at him or nestling at his feet, she played melodies on an old + mandolin; then, clasping her hands on his shoulder, she would inquire + tremulously: “What troubles thee, my dear lord?” + </p> + <p> + He would not reply, or else he would burst into tears; but at last, one + day, he confessed his fearful dread. + </p> + <p> + His wife scorned the idea and reasoned wisely with him: probably his + father and mother were dead; and even if he should ever see them again, + through what chance, to what end, would he arrive at this abomination? + Therefore, his fears were groundless, and he should hunt again. + </p> + <p> + Julian listened to her and smiled, but he could not bring himself to yield + to his desire. + </p> + <p> + One August evening when they were in their bed-chamber, she having just + retired and he being about to kneel in prayer, he heard the yelping of a + fox and light footsteps under the window; and he thought he saw things in + the dark that looked like animals. The temptation was too strong. He + seized his quiver. + </p> + <p> + His wife appeared astonished. + </p> + <p> + “I am obeying you,” quoth he, “and I shall be back at sunrise.” + </p> + <p> + However, she feared that some calamity would happen. But he reassured her + and departed, surprised at her illogical moods. + </p> + <p> + A short time afterwards, a page came to announce that two strangers + desired, in the absence of the lord of the castle, to see its mistress at + once. + </p> + <p> + Soon a stooping old man and an aged woman entered the room; their coarse + garments were covered with dust and each leaned on a stick. + </p> + <p> + They grew bold enough to say that they brought Julian news of his parents. + She leaned out of the bed to listen to them. But after glancing at each + other, the old people asked her whether he ever referred to them and if he + still loved them. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! yes!” she said. + </p> + <p> + Then they exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “We are his parents!” and they sat themselves down, for they were very + tired. + </p> + <p> + But there was nothing to show the young wife that her husband was their + son. + </p> + <p> + They proved it by describing to her the birthmarks he had on his body. + Then she jumped out of bed, called a page, and ordered that a repast be + served to them. + </p> + <p> + But although they were very hungry, they could scarcely eat, and she + observed surreptitiously how their lean fingers trembled whenever they + lifted their cups. + </p> + <p> + They asked a hundred questions about their son, and she answered each one + of them, but she was careful not to refer to the terrible idea that + concerned them. + </p> + <p> + When he failed to return, they had left their château; and had wandered + for several years, following vague indications but without losing hope. + </p> + <p> + So much money had been spent at the tolls of the rivers and in inns, to + satisfy the rights of princes and the demands of highwaymen, that now + their purse was quite empty and they were obliged to beg. But what did it + matter, since they were about to clasp again their son in their arms? They + lauded his happiness in having such a beautiful wife, and did not tire of + looking at her and kissing her. + </p> + <p> + The luxuriousness of the apartment astonished them; and the old man, after + examining the walls, inquired why they bore the coat-of-arms of the + Emperor of Occitania. + </p> + <p> + “He is my father,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + And he marvelled and remembered the prediction of the gipsy, while his + wife meditated upon the words the hermit had spoken to her. The glory of + their son was undoubtedly only the dawn of eternal splendours, and the old + people remained awed while the light from the candelabra on the table fell + on them. + </p> + <p> + In the heyday of youth, both had been extremely handsome. The mother had + not lost her hair, and bands of snowy whiteness framed her cheeks; and the + father, with his stalwart figure and long beard, looked like a carved + image. + </p> + <p> + Julian’s wife prevailed upon them not to wait for him. She put them in her + bed and closed the curtains; and they both fell asleep. The day broke and + outdoors the little birds began to chirp. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Julian had left the castle grounds and walked nervously through + the forest, enjoying the velvety softness of the grass and the balminess + of the air. + </p> + <p> + The shadow of the trees fell on the earth. Here and there, the moonlight + flecked the glades and Julian feared to advance, because he mistook the + silvery light for water and the tranquil surface of the pools for grass. A + great stillness reigned everywhere, and he failed to see any of the beasts + that only a moment ago were prowling around the castle. As he walked on, + the woods grew thicker, and the darkness more impenetrable. Warm winds, + filled with enervating perfumes, caressed him; he sank into masses of dead + leaves, and after a while he leaned against an oak-tree to rest and catch + his breath. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a body blacker than the surrounding darkness sprang from behind + the tree. It was a wild boar. Julian did not have time to stretch his bow, + and he bewailed the fact as if it were some great misfortune. Presently, + having left the woods, he beheld a wolf slinking along a hedge. + </p> + <p> + He aimed an arrow at him. The wolf paused, turned his head and quietly + continued on his way. He trotted along, always keeping at the same + distance, pausing now and then to look around and resuming his flight as + soon as an arrow was aimed in his direction. + </p> + <p> + In this way Julian traversed an apparently endless plain, then sand-hills, + and at last found himself on a plateau that dominated a great stretch of + land. Large flat stones were interspersed among crumbling vaults; bones + and skeletons covered the ground, and here and there some mouldy crosses + stood desolate. But presently, shapes moved in the darkness of the tombs, + and from them came panting, wild-eyed hyenas. They approached him and + smelled him, grinning hideously and disclosing their gums. He whipped out + his sword, but they scattered in every direction and continuing their + swift, limping gallop, disappeared in a cloud of dust. + </p> + <p> + Some time afterwards, in a ravine, he encountered a wild bull, with + threatening horns, pawing the sand with his hoofs. Julian thrust his lance + between his dewlaps. But his weapon snapped as if the beast were made of + bronze; then he closed his eyes in anticipation of his death. When he + opened them again, the bull had vanished. + </p> + <p> + Then his soul collapsed with shame. Some supernatural power destroyed his + strength, and he set out for home through the forest. The woods were a + tangle of creeping plants that he had to cut with his sword, and while he + was thus engaged, a weasel slid between his feet, a panther jumped over + his shoulder, and a serpent wound itself around the ash-tree. + </p> + <p> + Among its leaves was a monstrous jackdaw that watched Julian intently, and + here and there, between the branches, appeared great, fiery sparks as if + the sky were raining all its stars upon the forest. But the sparks were + the eyes of wild-cats, owls, squirrels, monkeys and parrots. + </p> + <p> + Julian aimed his arrows at them, but the feathered weapons lighted on the + leaves of the trees and looked like white butterflies. He threw stones at + them; but the missiles did not strike, and fell to the ground. Then he + cursed himself, and howled imprecations, and in his rage he could have + struck himself. + </p> + <p> + Then all the beasts he had pursued appeared, and formed a narrow circle + around him. Some sat on their hindquarters, while others stood at full + height. And Julian remained among them, transfixed with terror and + absolutely unable to move. By a supreme effort of his will-power, he took + a step forward; those that perched in the trees opened their wings, those + that trod the earth moved their limbs, and all accompanied him. + </p> + <p> + The hyenas strode in front of him, the wolf and the wild boar brought up + the rear. On his right, the bull swung its head and on his left the + serpent crawled through the grass; while the panther, arching its back, + advanced with velvety footfalls and long strides. Julian walked as slowly + as possible, so as not to irritate them, while in the depth of bushes he + could distinguish porcupines, foxes, vipers, jackals, and bears. + </p> + <p> + He began to run; the brutes followed him. The serpent hissed, the + malodorous beasts frothed at the mouth, the wild boar rubbed his tusks + against his heels, and the wolf scratched the palms of his hands with the + hairs of his snout. The monkeys pinched him and made faces, the weasel + tolled over his feet. A bear knocked his cap off with its huge paw, and + the panther disdainfully dropped an arrow it was about to put in its + mouth. + </p> + <p> + Irony seemed to incite their sly actions. As they watched him out of the + corners of their eyes, they seemed to meditate a plan of revenge, and + Julian, who was deafened by the buzzing of the insects, bruised by the + wings and tails of the birds, choked by the stench of animal breaths, + walked with outstretched arms and closed lids, like a blind man, without + even the strength to beg for mercy. + </p> + <p> + The crowing of a cock vibrated in the air. Other cocks responded; it was + day; and Julian recognised the top of his palace rising above the + orange-trees. + </p> + <p> + Then, on the edge of a field, he beheld some red partridges fluttering + around a stubble-field. He unfastened his cloak and threw it over them + like a net. When he lifted it, he found only a bird that had been dead a + long time and was decaying. + </p> + <p> + This disappointment irritated him more than all the others. The thirst for + carnage stirred afresh within him; animals failing him, he desired to + slaughter men. + </p> + <p> + He climbed the three terraces and opened the door with a blow of his fist; + but at the foot of the staircase, the memory of his beloved wife softened + his heart. No doubt she was asleep, and he would go up and surprise her. + Having removed his sandals, he unlocked the door softly and entered. + </p> + <p> + The stained windows dimmed the pale light of dawn. Julian stumbled over + some garment’s lying on the floor and a little further on, he knocked + against a table covered with dishes. “She must have eaten,” he thought; so + he advanced cautiously towards the bed which was concealed by the darkness + in the back of the room. When he reached the edge, he leaned over the + pillow where the two heads were resting close together and stooped to kiss + his wife. His mouth encountered a man’s beard. + </p> + <p> + He fell back, thinking he had become crazed; then he approached the bed + again and his searching fingers discovered some hair which seemed to be + very long. In order to convince himself that he was mistaken, he once more + passed his hand slowly over the pillow. But this time he was sure that it + was a beard and that a man was there! a man lying beside his wife! + </p> + <p> + Flying into an ungovernable passion, he sprang upon them with his drawn + dagger, foaming, stamping and howling like a wild beast. After a while he + stopped. + </p> + <p> + The corpses, pierced through the heart, had not even moved. He listened + attentively to the two death-rattles, they were almost alike, and as they + grew fainter, another voice, coming from far away, seemed to continue + them. Uncertain at first, this plaintive voice came nearer and nearer, + grew louder and louder and presently he recognised, with a feeling of + abject terror, the bellowing of the great black stag. + </p> + <p> + And as he turned around, he thought he saw the spectre of his wife + standing at the threshold with a light in her hand. + </p> + <p> + The sound of the murder had aroused her. In one glance she understood what + had happened and fled in horror, letting the candle drop from her hand. + Julian picked it up. + </p> + <p> + His father and mother lay before him, stretched on their backs, with + gaping wounds in their breasts; and their faces, the expression of which + was full of tender dignity, seemed to hide what might be an eternal + secret. + </p> + <p> + Splashes and blotches of blood were on their white skin, on the + bed-clothes, on the floor, and on an ivory Christ which hung in the + alcove. The scarlet reflection of the stained window, which just then was + struck by the sun, lighted up the bloody spots and appeared to scatter + them around the whole room. Julian walked toward the corpses, repeating to + himself and trying to believe that he was mistaken, that it was not + possible, that there are often inexplicable likenesses. + </p> + <p> + At last he bent over to look closely at the old man and he saw, between + the half-closed lids, a dead pupil that scorched him like fire. Then he + went over to the other side of the bed, where the other corpse lay, but + the face was partly hidden by bands of white hair. Julian slipped his + finger beneath them and raised the head, holding it at arm’s length to + study its features, while, with his other hand he lifted the torch. Drops + of blood oozed from the mattress and fell one by one upon the floor. + </p> + <p> + At the close of the day, he appeared before his wife, and in a changed + voice commanded her first not to answer him, not to approach him, not even + to look at him, and to obey, under the penalty of eternal damnation, every + one of his orders, which were irrevocable. + </p> + <p> + The funeral was to be held in accordance with the written instructions he + had left on a chair in the death-chamber. + </p> + <p> + He left her his castle, his vassals, all his worldly goods, without + keeping even his clothes or his sandals, which would be found at the top + of the stairs. + </p> + <p> + She had obeyed the will of God in bringing about his crime, and + accordingly she must pray for his soul, since henceforth he should cease + to exist. + </p> + <p> + The dead were buried sumptuously in the chapel of a monastery which it + took three days to reach from the castle. A monk wearing a hood that + covered his head followed the procession alone, for nobody dared to speak + to him. And during the mass, he lay flat on the floor with his face + downward and his arms stretched out at his sides. + </p> + <p> + After the burial, he was seen to take the road leading into the mountains. + He looked back several times, and finally passed out of sight. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + THE REPARATION + </h3> + <p> + He left the country and begged his daily bread on his way. + </p> + <p> + He stretched out his hand to the horsemen he met in the roads, and humbly + approached the harvesters in the fields; or else remained motionless in + front of the gates of castles; and his face was so sad that he was never + turned away. + </p> + <p> + Obeying a spirit of humility, he related his history to all men, and they + would flee from him and cross themselves. In villages through which he had + passed before, the good people bolted the doors, threatened him, and threw + stones at him as soon as they recognised him. The more charitable ones + placed a bowl on the window-sill and closed the shutters in order to avoid + seeing him. + </p> + <p> + Repelled and shunned by everyone, he avoided his fellow-men and nourished + himself with roots and plants, stray fruits and shells which he gathered + along the shores. + </p> + <p> + Often, at the bend of a hill, he could perceive a mass of crowded roofs, + stone spires, bridges, towers and narrow streets, from which arose a + continual murmur of activity. + </p> + <p> + The desire to mingle with men impelled him to enter the city. But the + gross and beastly expression of their faces, the noise of their industries + and the indifference of their remarks, chilled his very heart. On + holidays, when the cathedral bells rang out at daybreak and filled the + people’s hearts with gladness, he watched the inhabitants coming out of + their dwellings, the dancers in the public squares, the fountains of ale, + the damask hangings spread before the houses of princes; and then, when + night came, he would peer through the windows at the long tables where + families gathered and where grandparents held little children on their + knees; then sobs would rise in his throat and he would turn away and go + back to his haunts. + </p> + <p> + He gazed with yearning at the colts in the pastures, the birds in their + nests, the insects on the flowers; but they all fled from him at his + approach and hid or flew away. So he sought solitude. But the wind brought + to his ears sounds resembling death-rattles; the tears of the dew reminded + him of heavier drops, and every evening, the sun would spread blood in the + sky, and every night, in his dreams, he lived over his parricide. + </p> + <p> + He made himself a hair-cloth lined with iron spikes. On his knees, he + ascended every hill that was crowned with a chapel. But the unrelenting + thought spoiled the splendour of the tabernacles and tortured him in the + midst of his penances. + </p> + <p> + He did not rebel against God, who had inflicted his action, but he + despaired at the thought that he had committed it. + </p> + <p> + He had such a horror of himself that he took all sorts of risks. He + rescued paralytics from fire and children from waves. But the ocean + scorned him and the flames spared him. Time did not allay his torment, + which became so intolerable that he resolved to die. + </p> + <p> + One day, while he was stooping over a fountain to judge of its depth, an + old man appeared on the other side. He wore a white beard and his + appearance was so lamentable that Julian could not keep back his tears. + The old man also was weeping. Without recognising him, Julian remembered + confusedly a face that resembled his. He uttered a cry; for it was his + father who stood before him; and he gave up all thought of taking his own + life. + </p> + <p> + Thus weighted down by his recollections, he travelled through many + countries and arrived at a river which was dangerous, because of its + violence and the slime that covered its shores. Since a long time nobody + had ventured to cross it. + </p> + <p> + The bow of an old boat, whose stern was buried in the mud, showed among + the reeds. Julian, on examining it closely, found a pair of oars and hit + upon the idea of devoting his life to the service of his fellow-men. + </p> + <p> + He began by establishing on the bank of the river a sort of road which + would enable people to approach the edge of the stream; he broke his nails + in his efforts to lift enormous stones which he pressed against the pit of + his stomach in order to transport them from one point to another; he + slipped in the mud, he sank into it, and several times was on the very + brink of death. + </p> + <p> + Then he took to repairing the boat with debris of vessels, and afterwards + built himself a hut with putty and trunks of trees. + </p> + <p> + When it became known that a ferry had been established, passengers flocked + to it. They hailed him from the opposite side by waving flags, and Julian + would jump into the boat and row over. The craft was very heavy, and the + people loaded it with all sorts of baggage, and beasts of burden, who + reared with fright, thereby adding greatly to the confusion. He asked + nothing for his trouble; some gave him left-over victuals which they took + from their sacks or worn-out garments which they could no longer use. + </p> + <p> + The brutal ones hurled curses at him, and when he rebuked them gently they + replied with insults, and he was content to bless them. + </p> + <p> + A little table, a stool, a bed made of dead leaves and three earthen bowls + were all he possessed. Two holes in the wall served as windows. On one + side, as far as the eye could see, stretched barren wastes studded here + and there with pools of water; and in front of him flowed the greenish + waters of the wide river. In the spring, a putrid odour arose from the + damp sod. Then fierce gales lifted clouds of dust that blew everywhere, + even settling in the water and in one’s mouth. A little later swarms of + mosquitoes appeared, whose buzzing and stinging continued night and day. + After that, came frightful frosts which communicated a stone-like rigidity + to everything and inspired one with an insane desire for meat. Months + passed when Julian never saw a human being. He often closed his lids and + endeavored to recall his youth;—he beheld the courtyard of a castle, + with greyhounds stretched out on a terrace, an armoury filled with valets, + and under a bower of vines a youth with blond curls, sitting between an + old man wrapped in furs and a lady with a high cap; presently the corpses + rose before him, and then he would throw himself face downward on his cot + and sob: + </p> + <p> + “Oh! poor father! poor mother! poor mother!” and would drop into a fitful + slumber in which the terrible visions recurred. + </p> + <p> + One night he thought that some one was calling to him in his sleep. He + listened intently, but could hear nothing save the roaring of the waters. + </p> + <p> + But the same voice repeated: “Julian!” + </p> + <p> + It proceeded from the opposite shore, a fact which appeared extraordinary to + him, considering the breadth of the river. + </p> + <p> + The voice called a third time: “Julian!” + </p> + <p> + And the high-pitched tones sounded like the ringing of a church-bell. + </p> + <p> + Having lighted his lantern, he stepped out of his cabin. A frightful storm + raged. The darkness was complete and was illuminated here and there only + by the white waves leaping and tumbling. + </p> + <p> + After a moment’s hesitation, he untied the rope. The water presently grew + smooth and the boat glided easily to the opposite shore, where a man was + waiting. + </p> + <p> + He was wrapped in a torn piece of linen; his face was like a chalk mask, + and his eyes were redder than glowing coals. When Julian held up his + lantern he noticed that the stranger was covered with hideous sores; but + notwithstanding this, there was in his attitude something like the majesty + of a king. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he stepped into the boat, it sank deep into the water, borne + downward by his weight; then it rose again and Julian began to row. + </p> + <p> + With each stroke of the oars, the force of the waves raised the bow of the + boat. The water, which was blacker than ink, ran furiously along the + sides. It formed abysses and then mountains, over which the boat glided, + then it fell into yawning depths where, buffeted by the wind, it whirled + around and around. + </p> + <p> + Julian leaned far forward and, bracing himself with his feet, bent + backwards so as to bring his whole strength into play. Hail-stones cut his + hands, the rain ran down his back, the velocity of the wind suffocated + him. He stopped rowing and let the boat drift with the tide. But realising + that an important matter was at stake, a command which could not be + disregarded, he picked up the oars again; and the rattling of the tholes + mingled with the clamourings of the storm. + </p> + <p> + The little lantern burned in front of him. Sometimes birds fluttered past + it and obscured the light. But he could distinguish the eyes of the leper + who stood at the stern, as motionless as a column. + </p> + <p> + And the trip lasted a long, long time. + </p> + <p> + When they reached the hut, Julian closed the door and saw the man sit down + on the stool. The species of shroud that was wrapped around him had fallen + below his loins, and his shoulders and chest and lean arms were hidden + under blotches of scaly pustules. Enormous wrinkles crossed his forehead. + Like a skeleton, he had a hole instead of a nose, and from his bluish lips + came breath which was fetid and as thick as mist. + </p> + <p> + “I am hungry,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Julian set before him what he had, a piece of pork and some crusts of + coarse bread. + </p> + <p> + After he had devoured them, the table, the bowl, and the handle of the + knife bore the same scales that covered his body. + </p> + <p> + Then he said: “I thirst!” + </p> + <p> + Julian fetched his jug of water and when he lifted it, he smelled an aroma + that dilated his nostrils and filled his heart with gladness. It was wine; + what a boon! but the leper stretched out his arm and emptied the jug at + one draught. + </p> + <p> + Then he said: “I am cold!” + </p> + <p> + Julian ignited a bundle of ferns that lay in the middle of the hut. The + leper approached the fire and, resting on his heels, began to warm + himself; his whole frame shook and he was failing visibly; his eyes grew + dull, his sores began to break, and in a faint voice he whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Thy bed!” + </p> + <p> + Julian helped him gently to it, and even laid the sail of his boat over + him to keep him warm. + </p> + <p> + The leper tossed and moaned. The corners of his mouth were drawn up over + his teeth; an accelerated death-rattle shook his chest and with each one + of his aspirations, his stomach touched his spine. At last, he closed his + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I feel as if ice were in my bones! Lay thyself beside me!” he commanded. + Julian took off his garments; and then, as naked as on the day he was + born, he got into the bed; against his thigh he could feel the skin of the + leper, and it was colder than a serpent and as rough as a file. + </p> + <p> + He tried to encourage the leper, but he only whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I am about to die! Come closer to me and warm me! Not with thy hands! + No! with thy whole body.” + </p> + <p> + So Julian stretched himself out upon the leper, lay on him, lips to lips, + chest to chest. + </p> + <p> + Then the leper clasped him close and presently his eyes shone like stars; + his hair lengthened into sunbeams; the breath of his nostrils had the + scent of roses; a cloud of incense rose from the hearth, and the waters + began to murmur harmoniously; an abundance of bliss, a superhuman joy, + filled the soul of the swooning Julian, while he who clasped him to his + breast grew and grew until his head and his feet touched the opposite + walls of the cabin. The roof flew up in the air, disclosing the heavens, + and Julian ascended into infinity face to face with our Lord Jesus Christ, + who bore him straight to heaven. + </p> + <p> + And this is the story of Saint Julian the Hospitaller, as it is given on + the stained-glass window of a church in my birthplace. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + A SIMPLE SOUL + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + FÉLICITÉ + </h3> + <p> + For half a century the housewives of Pont-l’Evêque had envied Madame + Aubain her servant Félicité. + </p> + <p> + For a hundred francs a year, she cooked and did the housework, washed, + ironed, mended, harnessed the horse, fattened the poultry, made the butter + and remained faithful to her mistress—although the latter was by no + means an agreeable person. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain had married a comely youth without any money, who died in + the beginning of 1809, leaving her with two young children and a number of + debts. She sold all her property excepting the farm of Toucques and the + farm of Geffosses, the income of which barely amounted to 5,000 francs; + then she left her house in Saint-Melaine, and moved into a less + pretentious one which had belonged to her ancestors and stood back of the + market-place. This house, with its slate-covered roof, was built between a + passage-way and a narrow street that led to the river. The interior was so + unevenly graded that it caused people to stumble. A narrow hall separated + the kitchen from the parlour, where Madame Aubain sat all day in a straw + armchair near the window. Eight mahogany chairs stood in a row against the + white wainscoting. An old piano, standing beneath a barometer, was covered + with a pyramid of old books and boxes. On either side of the yellow marble + mantelpiece, in Louis XV style, stood a tapestry armchair. The clock + represented a temple of Vesta; and the whole room smelled musty, as it was + on a lower level than the garden. + </p> + <p> + On the first floor was Madame’s bedchamber, a large room papered in a + flowered design and containing the portrait of Monsieur dressed in the + costume of a dandy. It communicated with a smaller room, in which there + were two little cribs, without any mattresses. Next, came the parlour + (always closed), filled with furniture covered with sheets. Then a hall, + which led to the study, where books and papers were piled on the shelves + of a book-case that enclosed three quarters of the big black desk. Two + panels were entirely hidden under pen-and-ink sketches, Gouache landscapes + and Audran engravings, relics of better times and vanished luxury. On the + second floor, a garret-window lighted Félicité’s room, which looked out + upon the meadows. + </p> + <p> + She arose at daybreak, in order to attend mass, and she worked without + interruption until night; then, when dinner was over, the dishes cleared + away and the door securely locked, she would bury the log under the ashes + and fall asleep in front of the hearth with a rosary in her hand. Nobody + could bargain with greater obstinacy, and as for cleanliness, the lustre + on her brass saucepans was the envy and despair of other servants. She was + most economical, and when she ate she would gather up crumbs with the tip + of her finger, so that nothing should be wasted of the loaf of bread + weighing twelve pounds which was baked especially for her and lasted three + weeks. + </p> + <p> + Summer and winter she wore a dimity kerchief fastened in the back with a + pin, a cap which concealed her hair, a red skirt, grey stockings, and an + apron with a bib like those worn by hospital nurses. + </p> + <p> + Her face was thin and her voice shrill. When she was twenty-five, she + looked forty. After she had passed fifty, nobody could tell her age; erect + and silent always, she resembled a wooden figure working automatically. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + THE HEROINE + </h3> + <p> + Like every other woman, she had had an affair of the heart. Her father, + who was a mason, was killed by falling from a scaffolding. Then her mother + died and her sisters went their different ways; a farmer took her in, and + while she was quite small, let her keep cows in the fields. She was clad + in miserable rags, beaten for the slightest offence and finally dismissed + for a theft of thirty sous which she did not commit. She took service on + another farm where she tended the poultry; and as she was well thought of + by her master, her fellow-workers soon grew jealous. + </p> + <p> + One evening in August (she was then eighteen years old), they persuaded + her to accompany them to the fair at Colleville. She was immediately + dazzled by the noise, the lights in the trees, the brightness of the + dresses, the laces and gold crosses, and the crowd of people all hopping + at the same time. She was standing modestly at a distance, when presently + a young man of well-to-do appearance, who had been leaning on the pole of + a wagon and smoking his pipe, approached her, and asked her for a dance. + He treated her to cider and cake, bought her a silk shawl, and then, + thinking she had guessed his purpose, offered to see her home. When they + came to the end of a field he threw her down brutally. But she grew + frightened and screamed, and he walked off. + </p> + <p> + One evening, on the road leading to Beaumont, she came upon a wagon loaded + with hay, and when she overtook it, she recognised Théodore. He greeted + her calmly, and asked her to forget what had happened between them, as it + “was all the fault of the drink.” + </p> + <p> + She did not know what to reply and wished to run away. + </p> + <p> + Presently he began to speak of the harvest and of the notables of the + village; his father had left Colleville and bought the farm of Les Écots, + so that now they would be neighbors. “Ah!” she exclaimed. He then added + that his parents were looking around for a wife for him, but that he, + himself, was not so anxious and preferred to wait for a girl who suited + him. She hung her head. He then asked her whether she had ever thought of + marrying. She replied, smilingly, that it was wrong of him to make fun of + her. “Oh! no, I am in earnest,” he said, and put his left arm around her + waist while they sauntered along. The air was soft, the stars were bright, + and the huge load of hay oscillated in front of them, drawn by four horses + whose ponderous hoofs raised clouds of dust. Without a word from their + driver they turned to the right. He kissed her again and she went home. + The following week, Théodore obtained meetings. + </p> + <p> + They met in yards, behind walls or under isolated trees. She was not + ignorant, as girls of well-to-do families are—for the animals had + instructed her;—but her reason and her instinct of honour kept her + from falling. Her resistance exasperated Théodore’s love and so in order + to satisfy it (or perchance ingenuously), he offered to marry her. She + would not believe him at first, so he made solemn promises. But, in a + short time he mentioned a difficulty; the previous year, his parents had + purchased a substitute for him; but any day he might be drafted and the + prospect of serving in the army alarmed him greatly. To Félicité his + cowardice appeared a proof of his love for her, and her devotion to him + grew stronger. When she met him, he would torture her with his fears and + his entreaties. At last, he announced that he was going to the prefect + himself for information, and would let her know everything on the + following Sunday, between eleven o’clock and midnight. + </p> + <p> + When the time drew near, she ran to meet her lover. + </p> + <p> + But instead of Théodore, one of his friends was at the meeting-place. + </p> + <p> + He informed her that she would never see her sweetheart again; for, in + order to escape the conscription, he had married a rich old woman, Madame + Lehoussais, of Toucques. + </p> + <p> + The poor girl’s sorrow was frightful. She threw herself on the ground, she + cried and called on the Lord, and wandered around desolately until + sunrise. Then she went back to the farm, declared her intention of + leaving, and at the end of the month, after she had received her wages, + she packed all her belongings in a handkerchief and started for + Pont-l’Evêque. + </p> + <p> + In front of the inn, she met a woman wearing widow’s weeds, and upon + questioning her, learned that she was looking for a cook. The girl did not + know very much, but appeared so willing and so modest in her requirements, + that Madame Aubain finally said: + </p> + <p> + “Very well, I will give you a trial.” + </p> + <p> + And half an hour later Félicité was installed in her house. + </p> + <p> + At first she lived in a constant anxiety that was caused by “the style of + the household” and the memory of “Monsieur,” that hovered over everything. + Paul and Virginia, the one aged seven, and the other barely four, seemed + made of some precious material; she carried them pig-a-back, and was + greatly mortified when Madame Aubain forbade her to kiss them every other + minute. + </p> + <p> + But in spite of all this, she was happy. The comfort of her new + surroundings had obliterated her sadness. + </p> + <p> + Every Thursday, friends of Madame Aubain dropped in for a game of cards, + and it was Félicité’s duty to prepare the table and heat the foot-warmers. + They arrived at exactly eight o’clock and departed before eleven. + </p> + <p> + Every Monday morning, the dealer in second-hand goods, who lived under the + alley-way, spread out his wares on the sidewalk. Then the city would be + filled with a buzzing of voices in which the neighing of horses, the + bleating of lambs, the grunting of pigs, could be distinguished, mingled + with the sharp sound of wheels on the cobble-stones. About twelve o’clock, + when the market was in full swing, there appeared at the front door a + tall, middle-aged peasant, with a hooked nose and a cap on the back of his + head; it was Robelin, the farmer of Geffosses. Shortly afterwards came + Liébard, the farmer of Toucques, short, rotund and ruddy, wearing a grey + jacket and spurred boots. + </p> + <p> + Both men brought their landlady either chickens or cheese. Félicité would + invariably thwart their ruses and they held her in great respect. + </p> + <p> + At various times, Madame Aubain received a visit from the Marquis de + Grémanville, one of her uncles, who was ruined and lived at Falaise on the + remainder of his estates. He always came at dinner-time and brought an + ugly poodle with him, whose paws soiled the furniture. In spite of his + efforts to appear a man of breeding (he even went so far as to raise his + hat every time he said “My deceased father”), his habits got the better of + him, and he would fill his glass a little too often and relate broad + stories. Félicité would show him out very politely and say: “You have had + enough for this time, Monsieur de Grémanville! Hoping to see you again!” + and would close the door. + </p> + <p> + She opened it gladly for Monsieur Bourais, a retired lawyer. His bald head + and white cravat, the ruffling of his shirt, his flowing brown coat, the + manner in which he took his snuff, his whole person, in fact, produced in + her the kind of awe which we feel when we see extraordinary persons. As he + managed Madame’s estates, he spent hours with her in Monsieur’s study; he + was in constant fear of being compromised, had a great regard for the + magistracy and some pretensions to learning. + </p> + <p> + In order to facilitate the children’s studies, he presented them with an + engraved geography which represented various scenes of the world: + cannibals with feather head-dresses, a gorilla kidnapping a young girl, + Arabs in the desert, a whale being harpooned, etc. + </p> + <p> + Paul explained the pictures to Félicité. And, in fact, this was her only + literary education. + </p> + <p> + The children’s studies were under the direction of a poor devil employed + at the town-hall, who sharpened his pocketknife on his boots and was + famous for his penmanship. + </p> + <p> + When the weather was fine, they went to Geffosses. The house was built in + the centre of the sloping yard; and the sea looked like a grey spot in the + distance. Félicité would take slices of cold meat from the lunch basket + and they would sit down and eat in a room next to the dairy. This room was + all that remained of a cottage that had been torn down. The dilapidated + wall-paper trembled in the drafts. Madame Aubain, overwhelmed by + recollections, would hang her head, while the children were afraid to open + their mouths. Then, “Why don’t you go and play?” their mother would say; + and they would scamper off. + </p> + <p> + Paul would go to the old barn, catch birds, throw stones into the pond, or + pound the trunks of the trees with a stick till they resounded like drums. + Virginia would feed the rabbits and run to pick the wild flowers in the + fields, and her flying legs would disclose her little embroidered + pantalettes. One autumn evening, they struck out for home through the + meadows. The new moon illumined part of the sky and a mist hovered like a + veil over the sinuosities of the river. Oxen, lying in the pastures, gazed + mildly at the passing persons. In the third field, however, several of + them got up and surrounded them. “Don’t be afraid,” cried Félicité; and + murmuring a sort of lament she passed her hand over the back of the + nearest ox; he turned away and the others followed. But when they came to + the next pasture, they heard frightful bellowing. + </p> + <p> + It was a bull which was hidden from them by the fog. He advanced towards + the two women, and Madame Aubain prepared to flee for her life. “No, no! + not so fast,” warned Félicité. Still they hurried on, for they could hear + the noisy breathing of the bull close behind them. His hoofs pounded the + grass like hammers, and presently he began to gallop! Félicité turned + around and threw patches of grass in his eyes. He hung his head, shook his + horns and bellowed with fury. Madame Aubain and the children, huddled at + the end of the field, were trying to jump over the ditch. Félicité + continued to back before the bull, blinding him with dirt, while she + shouted to them to make haste. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain finally slid into the ditch, after shoving first Virginia + and then Paul into it, and though she stumbled several times she managed, + by dint of courage, to climb the other side of it. + </p> + <p> + The bull had driven Félicité up against a fence; the foam from his muzzle + flew in her face and in another minute he would have disembowelled her. + She had just time to slip between two bars and the huge animal, thwarted, + paused. + </p> + <p> + For years, this occurrence was a topic of conversation in Pont-l’Evêque. + But Félicité took no credit to herself, and probably never knew that she + had been heroic. + </p> + <p> + Virginia occupied her thoughts solely, for the shock she had sustained + gave her a nervous affection, and the physician, M. Poupart, prescribed + the saltwater bathing at Trouville. In those days, Trouville was not + greatly patronised. Madame Aubain gathered information, consulted Bourais, + and made preparations as if they were going on an extended trip. + </p> + <p> + The baggage was sent the day before on Liébard’s cart. On the following + morning, he brought around two horses, one of which had a woman’s saddle + with a velveteen back to it, while on the crupper of the other was a + rolled shawl that was to be used for a seat. Madame Aubain mounted the + second horse, behind Liébard. Félicité took charge of the little girl, and + Paul rode M. Lechaptois’ donkey, which had been lent for the occasion on + the condition that they should be careful of it. + </p> + <p> + The road was so bad that it took two hours to cover the eight miles. The + two horses sank knee-deep into the mud and stumbled into ditches; + sometimes they had to jump over them. In certain places, Liébard’s mare + stopped abruptly. He waited patiently till she started again, and talked + of the people whose estates bordered the road, adding his own moral + reflections to the outline of their histories. Thus, when they were + passing through Toucques, and came to some windows draped with + nasturtiums, he shrugged his shoulders and said: “There’s a woman, Madame + Lehoussais, who, instead of taking a young man—” Félicité could not + catch what followed; the horses began to trot, the donkey to gallop, and + they turned into a lane; then a gate swung open, two farm-hands appeared + and they all dismounted at the very threshold of the farm-house. + </p> + <p> + Mother Liébard, when she caught sight of her mistress, was lavish with + joyful demonstrations. She got up a lunch which comprised a leg of mutton, + tripe, sausages, a chicken fricassée, sweet cider, a fruit tart and some + preserved prunes; then to all this the good woman added polite remarks + about Madame, who appeared to be in better health, Mademoiselle, who had + grown to be “superb,” and Paul, who had become singularly sturdy; she + spoke also of their deceased grandparents, whom the Liébards had known, + for they had been in the service of the family for several generations. + </p> + <p> + Like its owners, the farm had an ancient appearance. The beams of the + ceiling were mouldy, the walls black with smoke and the windows grey with + dust. The oak sideboard was filled with all sorts of utensils, plates, + pitchers, tin bowls, wolf-traps. The children laughed when they saw a huge + syringe. There was not a tree in the yard that did not have mushrooms + growing around its foot, or a bunch of mistletoe hanging in its branches. + Several of the trees had been blown down, but they had started to grow in + the middle and all were laden with quantities of apples. The thatched + roofs, which were of unequal thickness, looked like brown velvet and could + resist the fiercest gales. But the wagon-shed was fast crumbling to ruins. + Madame Aubain said that she would attend to it, and then gave orders to + have the horses saddled. + </p> + <p> + It took another thirty minutes to reach Trouville. The little caravan + dismounted in order to pass Les Écores, a cliff that overhangs the bay, + and a few minutes later, at the end of the dock, they entered the yard of + the Golden Lamb, an inn kept by Mother David. + </p> + <p> + During the first few days, Virginia felt stronger, owing to the change of + air and the action of the sea-baths. She took them in her little chemise, + as she had no bathing suit, and afterwards her nurse dressed her in the + cabin of a customs officer, which was used for that purpose by other + bathers. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, they would take the donkey and go to the Roches-Noires, + near Hennequeville. The path led at first through undulating grounds, and + thence to a plateau, where pastures and tilled fields alternated. At the + edge of the road, mingling with the brambles, grew holly bushes, and here + and there stood large dead trees whose branches traced zigzags upon the + blue sky. + </p> + <p> + Ordinarily, they rested in a field facing the ocean, with Deauville on + their left, and Havre on their right. The sea glittered brightly in the + sun and was as smooth as a mirror, and so calm that they could scarcely + distinguish its murmur; sparrows chirped joyfully and the immense canopy + of heaven spread over it all. Madame Aubain brought out her sewing, and + Virginia amused herself by braiding reeds; Félicité wove lavender + blossoms, while Paul was bored and wished to go home. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes they crossed the Toucques in a boat, and started to hunt for + seashells. The outgoing tide exposed starfish and sea-urchins, and the + children tried to catch the flakes of foam which the wind blew away. The + sleepy waves lapping the sand unfurled themselves along the shore that + extended as far as the eye could see, but where land began, it was limited + by the downs which separated it from the “Swamp,” a large meadow shaped + like a hippodrome. When they went home that way, Trouville, on the slope + of a hill below, grew larger and larger as they advanced, and, with all + its houses of unequal height, seemed to spread out before them in a sort + of giddy confusion. + </p> + <p> + When the heat was too oppressive, they remained in their rooms. The + dazzling sunlight cast bars of light between the shutters. Not a sound in + the village, not a soul on the sidewalk. This silence intensified the + tranquillity of everything. In the distance, the hammers of some calkers + pounded the hull of a ship, and the sultry breeze brought them an odour of + tar. + </p> + <p> + The principal diversion consisted in watching the return of the + fishing-smacks. As soon as they passed the beacons, they began to ply to + windward. The sails were lowered to one third of the masts, and with their + foresails swelled up like balloons they glided over the waves and anchored + in the middle of the harbour. Then they crept up alongside of the dock and + the sailors threw the quivering fish over the side of the boat; a line of + carts was waiting for them, and women with white caps sprang forward to + receive the baskets and embrace their men-folk. + </p> + <p> + One day, one of them spoke to Félicité, who, after a little while, + returned to the house gleefully. She had found one of her sisters, and + presently Nastasie Barette, wife of Léroux, made her appearance, holding + an infant in her arms, another child by the hand, while on her left was a + little cabin-boy with his hands in his pockets and his cap on his ear. + </p> + <p> + At the end of fifteen minutes, Madame Aubain bade her go. + </p> + <p> + They always hung around the kitchen, or approached Félicité when she and + the children were out walking. The husband, however, did not show himself. + </p> + <p> + Félicité developed a great fondness for them; she bought them a stove, + some shirts and a blanket; it was evident that they exploited her. Her + foolishness annoyed Madame Aubain, who, moreover did not like the nephew’s + familiarity, for he called her son “thou”;—and, as Virginia began to + cough and the season was over, she decided to return to Pont-l’Evêque. + </p> + <p> + Monsieur Bourais assisted her in the choice of a college. The one at Caën + was considered the best. So Paul was sent away and bravely said good-bye + to them all, for he was glad to go to live in a house where he would have + boy companions. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain resigned herself to the separation from her son because it + was unavoidable. Virginia brooded less and less over it. Félicité + regretted the noise he made, but soon a new occupation diverted her mind; + beginning from Christmas, she accompanied the little girl to her catechism + lesson every day. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + DEATH + </h3> + <p> + After she had made a curtsey at the threshold, she would walk up the aisle + between the double lines of chairs, open Madame Aubain’s pew, sit down and + look around. + </p> + <p> + Girls and boys, the former on the right, the latter on the left-hand side + of the church, filled the stalls of the choir; the priest stood beside the + reading-desk; on one stained window of the side-aisle the Holy Ghost + hovered over the Virgin; on another one, Mary knelt before the Child + Jesus, and behind the altar, a wooden group represented Saint Michael + felling the dragon. + </p> + <p> + The priest first read a condensed lesson of sacred history. Félicité + evoked Paradise, the Flood, the Tower of Babel, the blazing cities, the + dying nations, the shattered idols; and out of this she developed a great + respect for the Almighty and a great fear of His wrath. Then, when she + listened to the Passion, she wept. Why had they crucified Him who loved + little children, nourished the people, made the blind see, and who, out of + humility, had wished to be born among the poor, in a stable? The sowings, + the harvests, the wine-presses, all those familiar things which the + Scriptures mention, formed a part of her life; the word of God sanctified + them; and she loved the lambs with increased tenderness for the sake of + the Lamb, and the doves because of the Holy Ghost. + </p> + <p> + She found it hard, however, to think of the latter as a person, for was it + not a bird, a flame, and sometimes only a breath? Perhaps it is its light + that at night hovers over swamps, its breath that propels the clouds, its + voice that renders church-bells harmonious. And Félicité worshipped + devoutly, while enjoying the coolness and the stillness of the church. + </p> + <p> + As for the dogma, she could not understand it and did not even try. The + priest discoursed, the children recited, and she went to sleep, only to + awaken with a start when they were leaving the church and their wooden + shoes clattered on the stone pavement. + </p> + <p> + In this way, she learned her catechism, her religious education having + been neglected in her youth; and thenceforth she imitated all Virginia’s + religious practises, fasted when she did, and went to confession with her. + At the Corpus-Christi Day they both decorated an altar. + </p> + <p> + She worried in advance over Virginia’s first communion. She fussed about + the shoes, the rosary, the book and the gloves. With what nervousness she + helped the mother dress the child! + </p> + <p> + During the entire ceremony, she felt anguished. Monsieur Bourais hid part + of the choir from view, but directly in front of her, the flock of + maidens, wearing white wreaths over their lowered veils, formed a + snow-white field, and she recognised her darling by the slenderness of her + neck and her devout attitude. The bell tinkled. All the heads bent and + there was a silence. Then, at the peals of the organ the singers and the + worshippers struck up the Agnus Dei; the boys’ procession began; behind + them came the girls. With clasped hands, they advanced step by step to the + lighted altar, knelt at the first step, received one by one the Host, and + returned to their seats in the same order. When Virginia’s turn came, + Félicité leaned forward to watch her, and through that imagination which + springs from true affection, she at once became the child, whose face and + dress became hers, whose heart beat in her bosom, and when Virginia opened + her mouth and closed her lids, she did likewise and came very near + fainting. + </p> + <p> + The following day, she presented herself early at the church so as to + receive communion from the curé. She took it with the proper feeling, but + did not experience the same delight as on the previous day. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain wished to make an accomplished girl of her daughter; and as + Guyot could not teach English nor music, she decided to send her to the + Ursulines at Honfleur. + </p> + <p> + The child made no objection, but Félicité sighed and thought Madame was + heartless. Then, she thought that perhaps her mistress was right, as these + things were beyond her sphere. Finally, one day, an old <i>fiacre</i> + stopped in front of the door and a nun stepped out. Félicité put + Virginia’s luggage on top of the carriage, gave the coachman some + instructions, and smuggled six jars of jam, a dozen pears and a bunch of + violets under the seat. + </p> + <p> + At the last minute, Virginia had a fit of sobbing; she embraced her mother + again and again, while the latter kissed her on her forehead, and said: + “Now, be brave, be brave!” The step was pulled up and the <i>fiacre</i> + rumbled off. + </p> + <p> + Then Madame Aubain had a fainting spell, and that evening all her friends, + including the two Lormeaus, Madame Lechaptois, the ladies Rochefeuille, + Messieurs de Houppeville and Bourais, called on her and tendered their + sympathy. + </p> + <p> + At first the separation proved very painful to her. But her daughter wrote + her three times a week and the other days she, herself, wrote to Virginia. + Then she walked in the garden, read a little, and in this way managed to + fill out the emptiness of the hours. + </p> + <p> + Each morning, out of habit, Félicité entered Virginia’s room and gazed at + the walls. She missed combing her hair, lacing her shoes, tucking her in + her bed, and the bright face and little hand when they used to go out for + a walk. In order to occupy herself she tried to make lace. But her clumsy + fingers broke the threads; she had no heart for anything, lost her sleep + and “wasted away,” as she put it. + </p> + <p> + In order to have some distraction, she asked leave to receive the visits + of her nephew Victor. + </p> + <p> + He would come on Sunday, after church, with ruddy cheeks and bared chest, + bringing with him the scent of the country. She would set the table and + they would sit down opposite each other, and eat their dinner; she ate as + little as possible, herself, to avoid any extra expense, but would stuff + him so with food that he would finally go to sleep. At the first stroke of + vespers, she would wake him up, brush his trousers, tie his cravat and + walk to church with him, leaning on his arm with maternal pride. + </p> + <p> + His parents always told him to get something out of her, either a package + of brown sugar, or soap, or brandy, and sometimes even money. He brought + her his clothes to mend, and she accepted the task gladly, because it + meant another visit from him. + </p> + <p> + In August, his father took him on a coasting-vessel. + </p> + <p> + It was vacation time and the arrival of the children consoled Félicité. + But Paul was capricious, and Virginia was growing too old to be + thee-and-thou’d, a fact which seemed to produce a sort of embarrassment in + their relations. + </p> + <p> + Victor went successively to Morlaix, to Dunkirk, and to Brighton; whenever + he returned from a trip he would bring her a present. The first time it + was a box of shells; the second, a coffee-cup; the third, a big doll of + ginger-bread. He was growing handsome, had a good figure, a tiny + moustache, kind eyes, and a little leather cap that sat jauntily on the + back of his head. He amused his aunt by telling her stories mingled with + nautical expressions. + </p> + <p> + One Monday, the 14th of July, 1819 (she never forgot the date), Victor + announced that he had been engaged on merchant-vessel and that in two days + he would take the steamer at Honfleur and join his sailer, which was going + to start from Havre very soon. Perhaps he might be away two years. + </p> + <p> + The prospect of his departure filled Félicité with despair, and in order + to bid him farewell, on Wednesday night, after Madame’s dinner, she put on + her pattens and trudged the four miles that separated Pont-l’Evêque from + Honfleur. + </p> + <p> + When she reached the Calvary, instead of turning to the right, she turned + to the left and lost herself in coal-yards; she had to retrace her steps; + some people she spoke to advised her to hasten. She walked helplessly + around the harbour filled with vessels, and knocked against hawsers. + Presently the ground sloped abruptly, lights flittered to and fro, and she + thought all at once that she had gone mad when she saw some horses in the + sky. + </p> + <p> + Others, on the edge of the dock, neighed at the sight of the ocean. A + derrick pulled them up in the air and dumped them into a boat, where + passengers were bustling about among barrels of cider, baskets of cheese + and bags of meal; chickens cackled, the captain swore and a cabin-boy + rested on the railing, apparently indifferent to his surroundings. + Félicité, who did not recognise him, kept shouting: “Victor!” He suddenly + raised his eyes, but while she was preparing to rush up to him, they + withdrew the gangplank. + </p> + <p> + The packet, towed by singing women, glided out of the harbour. Her hull + squeaked and the heavy waves beat up against her sides. The sail had + turned and nobody was visible;—and on the ocean, silvered by the + light of the moon, the vessel formed a black spot that grew dimmer and + dimmer, and finally disappeared. + </p> + <p> + When Félicité passed the Calvary again, she felt as if she must entrust + that which was dearest to her to the Lord; and for a long while she + prayed, with uplifted eyes and a face wet with tears. The city was + sleeping; some customs officials were taking the air; and the water kept + pouring through the holes of the dam with a deafening roar. The town clock + struck two. + </p> + <p> + The parlour of the convent would not open until morning, and surely a + delay would annoy Madame; so, in spite of her desire to see the other + child, she went home. The maids of the inn were just arising when she + reached Pont-l’Evêque. + </p> + <p> + So the poor boy would be on the ocean for months! His previous trips had + not alarmed her. One can come back from England and Brittany; but America, + the colonies, the islands, were all lost in an uncertain region at the + very end of the world. + </p> + <p> + From that time on, Félicité thought solely of her nephew. On warm days she + feared he would suffer from thirst, and when it stormed, she was afraid he + would be struck by lightning. When she harkened to the wind that rattled + in the chimney and dislodged the tiles on the roof, she imagined that he + was being buffeted by the same storm, perched on top of a shattered mast, + with his whole body bent backward and covered with sea-foam; or,—these + were recollections of the engraved geography—he was being devoured + by savages, or captured in a forest by apes, or dying on some lonely + coast. She never mentioned her anxieties, however. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain worried about her daughter. + </p> + <p> + The sisters thought that Virginia was affectionate but delicate. The + slightest emotion enervated her. She had to give up her piano lessons. Her + mother insisted upon regular letters from the convent. One morning, when + the postman failed to come, she grew impatient and began to pace to and + fro, from her chair to the window. It was really extraordinary! No news + since four days! + </p> + <p> + In order to console her mistress by her own example, Félicité said: + </p> + <p> + “Why, Madame, I haven’t had any news since six months!”— + </p> + <p> + “From whom?”— + </p> + <p> + The servant replied gently: + </p> + <p> + “Why—from my nephew.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, your nephew!” And shrugging her shoulders, Madame Aubain + continued to pace the floor as if to say: “I did not think of it.—Besides, + I do not care, a cabin-boy, a pauper!—but my daughter—what a + difference! just think of it!—” + </p> + <p> + Félicité, although she had been reared roughly, was very indignant. Then + she forgot about it. + </p> + <p> + It appeared quite natural to her that one should lose one’s head about + Virginia. + </p> + <p> + The two children were of equal importance; they were united in her heart + and their fate was to be the same. + </p> + <p> + The chemist informed her that Victor’s vessel had reached Havana. He had + read the information in a newspaper. + </p> + <p> + Félicité imagined that Havana was a place where people did nothing but + smoke, and that Victor walked around among negroes in a cloud of tobacco. + Could a person, in case of need, return by land? How far was it from + Pont-l’Evêque? In order to learn these things she questioned Monsieur + Bourais. He reached for his map and began some explanations concerning + longitudes, and smiled with superiority at Félicité’s bewilderment. At + last, he took his pencil and pointed out an imperceptible black point in + the scallops of an oval blotch, adding: “There it is.” She bent over the + map; the maze of coloured lines hurt her eyes without enlightening her; + and when Bourais asked her what puzzled her, she requested him to show her + the house Victor lived in. Bourais threw up his hands, sneezed, and then + laughed uproariously; such ignorance delighted his soul; but Félicité + failed to understand the cause of his mirth, she whose intelligence was so + limited that she perhaps expected to see even the picture of her nephew! + </p> + <p> + It was two weeks later that Liébard came into the kitchen at market-time, + and handed her a letter from her brother-in-law. As neither of them could + read, she called upon her mistress. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain, who was counting the stitches of her knitting, laid her + work down beside her, opened the letter, started, and in a low tone and + with a searching look said: “They tell you of a—misfortune. Your + nephew—.” + </p> + <p> + He had died. The letter told nothing more. + </p> + <p> + Félicité dropped on a chair, leaned her head against the back and closed + her lids; presently they grew pink. Then, with drooping head, inert hands + and staring eyes she repeated at intervals: + </p> + <p> + “Poor little chap! poor little chap!” + </p> + <p> + Liébard watched her and sighed. Madame Aubain was trembling. + </p> + <p> + She proposed to the girl to go see her sister in Trouville. + </p> + <p> + With a single motion, Félicité replied that it was not necessary. + </p> + <p> + There was a silence. Old Liébard thought it about time for him to take + leave. + </p> + <p> + Then Félicité uttered: + </p> + <p> + “They have no sympathy, they do not care!” + </p> + <p> + Her head fell forward again, and from time to time, mechanically, she + toyed with the long knitting-needles on the work-table. + </p> + <p> + Some women passed through the yard with a basket of wet clothes. + </p> + <p> + When she saw them through the window, she suddenly remembered her own + wash; as she had soaked it the day before, she must go and rinse it now. + So she arose and left the room. + </p> + <p> + Her tub and her board were on the bank of the Toucques. She threw a heap + of clothes on the ground, rolled up her sleeves and grasped her bat; and + her loud pounding could be heard in the neighbouring gardens. The meadows + were empty, the breeze wrinkled the stream, at the bottom of which were + long grasses that looked like the hair of corpses floating in the water. + She restrained her sorrow and was very brave until night; but, when she + had gone to her own room, she gave way to it, burying her face in the + pillow and pressing her two fists against her temples. + </p> + <p> + A long while afterward, she learned through Victor’s captain, the + circumstances which surrounded his death. At the hospital they had bled + him too much, treating him for yellow fever. Four doctors held him at one + time. He died almost instantly, and the chief surgeon had said: + </p> + <p> + “Here goes another one!” + </p> + <p> + His parents had always treated him barbarously; she preferred not to see + them again, and they made no advances, either from forgetfulness or out of + innate hardness. + </p> + <p> + Virginia was growing weaker. + </p> + <p> + A cough, continual fever, oppressive breathing and spots on her cheeks + indicated some serious trouble. Monsieur Poupart had advised a sojourn in + Provence. Madame Aubain decided that they would go, and she would have had + her daughter come home at once, had it not been for the climate of + Pont-l’Evêque. + </p> + <p> + She made an arrangement with a livery-stable man who drove her over to the + convent every Tuesday. In the garden there was a terrace, from which the + view extends to the Seine. Virginia walked in it, leaning on her mother’s + arm and treading the dead vine leaves. Sometimes the sun, shining through + the clouds, made her blink her lids, when she gazed at the sails in the + distance, and let her eyes roam over the horizon from the chateau of + Tancarville to the lighthouses of Havre. Then they rested in the arbour. + Her mother had bought a little cask of fine Malaga wine, and Virginia, + laughing at the idea of becoming intoxicated, would drink a few drops of + it, but never more. + </p> + <p> + Her strength returned. Autumn passed. Félicité began to reassure Madame + Aubain. But, one evening, when she returned home after an errand, she met + M. Boupart’s coach in front of the door; M. Boupart himself was standing + in the vestibule and Madame Aubain was tying the strings of her bonnet. + “Give me my foot-warmer, my purse and my gloves; and be quick about it,” + she said. + </p> + <p> + Virginia had congestion of the lungs; perhaps it was desperate. + </p> + <p> + “Not yet,” said the physician, and both got into the carriage, while the + snow fell in thick flakes. It was almost night and very cold. + </p> + <p> + Félicité rushed to the church to light a candle. Then she ran after the + coach which she overtook after an hour’s chase, sprang up behind and held + on to the straps. But suddenly a thought crossed her mind: “The yard had + been left open; supposing that burglars got in!” And down she jumped. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, at daybreak, she called at the doctor’s. He had been + home, but had left again. Then she waited at the inn, thinking that + strangers might bring her a letter. At last, at daylight she took the + diligence for Lisieux. + </p> + <p> + The convent was at the end of a steep and narrow street. When she arrived + about at the middle of it, she heard strange noises, a funeral knell. “It + must be for some one else,” thought she; and she pulled the knocker + violently. + </p> + <p> + After several minutes had elapsed, she heard footsteps, the door was half + opened and a nun appeared. The good sister, with an air of compunction, + told her that “she had just passed away.” And at the same time the tolling + of Saint-Léonard’s increased. + </p> + <p> + Félicité reached the second floor. Already at the threshold, she caught + sight of Virginia lying on her back, with clasped hands, her mouth open + and her head thrown back, beneath a black crucifix inclined toward her, + and stiff curtains which were less white than her face. Madame Aubain lay + at the foot of the couch, clasping it with her arms and uttering groans of + agony. The Mother Superior was standing on the right side of the bed. The + three candles on the bureau made red blurs, and the windows were dimmed by + the fog outside. The nuns carried Madame Aubain from the room. + </p> + <p> + For two nights, Félicité never left the corpse. She would repeat the same + prayers, sprinkle holy water over the sheets, get up, come back to the bed + and contemplate the body. At the end of the first vigil, she noticed that + the face had taken on a yellow tinge, the lips grew blue, the nose grew + pinched, the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times and would not + have been greatly astonished had Virginia opened them; to souls like these + the supernatural is always quite simple. She washed her, wrapped her in a + shroud, put her into the casket, laid a wreath of flowers on her head and + arranged her curls. They were blond and of an extraordinary length for her + age. Félicité cut off a big lock and put half of it into her bosom, + resolving never to part with it. + </p> + <p> + The body was taken to Pont-l’Evêque, according to Madame Aubain’s wishes; + she followed the hearse in a closed carriage. + </p> + <p> + After the ceremony it took three quarters of an hour to reach the + cemetery. Paul, sobbing, headed the procession; Monsieur Bourais followed, + and then came the principal inhabitants of the town, the women covered + with black capes, and Félicité. The memory of her nephew, and the thought + that she had not been able to render him these honours, made her doubly + unhappy, and she felt as if he were being buried with Virginia. + </p> + <p> + Madame Aubain’s grief was uncontrollable. At first she rebelled against + God, thinking that he was unjust to have taken away her child—she + who had never done anything wrong, and whose conscience was so pure! But + no! she ought to have taken her South. Other doctors would have saved her. + She accused herself, prayed to be able to join her child, and cried in the + midst of her dreams. Of the latter, one more especially haunted her. Her + husband, dressed like a sailor, had come back from a long voyage, and with + tears in his eyes told her that he had received the order to take Virginia + away. Then they both consulted about a hiding-place. + </p> + <p> + Once she came in from the garden, all upset. A moment before (and she + showed the place), the father and daughter had appeared to her, one after + the other; they did nothing but look at her. + </p> + <p> + During several months she remained inert in her room. Félicité scolded her + gently; she must keep up for her son and also for the other one, for “her + memory.” + </p> + <p> + “Her memory!” replied Madame Aubain, as if she were just awakening, “Oh! + yes, yes, you do not forget her!” This was an allusion to the cemetery + where she had been expressly forbidden to go. + </p> + <p> + But Félicité went there every day. At four o’clock exactly, she would go + through the town, climb the hill, open the gate and arrive at Virginia’s + tomb. It was a small column of pink marble with a flat stone at its base, + and it was surrounded by a little plot enclosed by chains. The flower-beds + were bright with blossoms. Félicité watered their leaves, renewed the + gravel, and knelt on the ground in order to till the earth properly. When + Madame Aubain was able to visit the cemetery she felt very much relieved + and consoled. + </p> + <p> + Years passed, all alike and marked by no other events than the return of + the great church holidays: Easter, Assumption, All Saints’ Day. Household + happenings constituted the only data to which in later years they often + referred. Thus, in 1825, workmen painted the vestibule; in 1827, a portion + of the roof almost killed a man by falling into the yard. In the summer of + 1828, it was Madame’s turn to offer the hallowed bread; at that time, + Bourais disappeared mysteriously; and the old acquaintances, Guyot, + Liébard, Madame Lechaptois, Robelin, old Grémanville, paralysed since a + long time, passed away one by one. One night, the driver of the mail in + Pont-l’Evêque announced the Revolution of July. A few days afterward a new + sub-prefect was nominated, the Baron de Larsonnière, ex-consul in America, + who, besides his wife, had his sister-in-law and her three grown daughters + with him. They were often seen on their lawn, dressed in loose blouses, + and they had a parrot and a negro servant. Madame Aubain received a call, + which she returned promptly. As soon as she caught sight of them, Félicité + would run and notify her mistress. But only one thing was capable of + arousing her: a letter from her son. + </p> + <p> + He could not follow any profession as he was absorbed in drinking. His + mother paid his debts and he made fresh ones; and the sighs that she + heaved while she knitted at the window reached the ears of Félicité who + was spinning in the kitchen. + </p> + <p> + They walked in the garden together, always speaking of Virginia, and + asking each other if such and such a thing would have pleased her, and + what she would probably have said on this or that occasion. + </p> + <p> + All her little belongings were put away in a closet of the room which held + the two little beds. But Madame Aubain looked them over as little as + possible. One summer day, however, she resigned herself to the task and + when she opened the closet the moths flew out. + </p> + <p> + Virginia’s frocks were hung under a shelf where there were three dolls, + some hoops, a doll-house, and a basin which she had used. Félicité and + Madame Aubain also took out the skirts, the handkerchiefs, and the + stockings and spread them on the beds, before putting them away again. The + sun fell on the piteous things, disclosing their spots and the creases + formed by the motions of the body. The atmosphere was warm and blue, and a + blackbird trilled in the garden; everything seemed to live in happiness. + They found a little hat of soft brown plush, but it was entirely + moth-eaten. Félicité asked for it. Their eyes met and filled with tears; + at last the mistress opened her arms and the servant threw herself against + her breast and they hugged each other and giving vent to their grief in a + kiss which equalized them for a moment. + </p> + <p> + It was the first time that this had ever happened, for Madame Aubain was + not of an expansive nature. Félicité was as grateful for it as if it had + been some favour, and thenceforth loved her with animal-like devotion and + a religious veneration. + </p> + <p> + Her kind-heartedness developed. When she heard the drums of a marching + regiment passing through the street, she would stand in the doorway with a + jug of cider and give the soldiers a drink. She nursed cholera victims. + She protected Polish refugees, and one of them even declared that he + wished to marry her. But they quarrelled, for one morning when she + returned from the Angelus she found him in the kitchen coolly eating a + dish which he had prepared for himself during her absence. + </p> + <p> + After the Polish refugees, came Colmiche, an old man who was credited with + having committed frightful misdeeds in ’93. He lived near the river in the + ruins of a pig-sty. The urchins peeped at him through the cracks in the + walls and threw stones that fell on his miserable bed, where he lay + gasping with catarrh, with long hair, inflamed eyelids, and a tumour as + big as his head on one arm. + </p> + <p> + She got him some linen, tried to clean his hovel and dreamed of installing + him in the bake-house without his being in Madame’s way. When the cancer + broke, she dressed it every day; sometimes she brought him some cake and + placed him in the sun on a bundle of hay; and the poor old creature, + trembling and drooling, would thank her in his broken voice, and put out + his hands whenever she left him. Finally he died; and she had a mass said + for the repose of his soul. + </p> + <p> + That day a great joy came to her: at dinner-time, Madame de Larsonnière’s + servant called with the parrot, the cage, and the perch and chain and + lock. A note from the baroness told Madame Aubain that as her husband had + been promoted to a prefecture, they were leaving that night, and she + begged her to accept the bird as a remembrance and a token of her esteem. + </p> + <p> + Since a long time the parrot had been on Félicité’s mind, because he came + from America, which reminded her of Victor, and she had approached the + negro on the subject. + </p> + <p> + Once even, she had said: + </p> + <p> + “How glad Madame would be to have him!” + </p> + <p> + The man had repeated this remark to his mistress who, not being able to + keep the bird, took this means of getting rid of it. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + THE BIRD + </h3> + <p> + He was called Loulou. His body was green, his head blue, the tips of his + wings were pink and his breast was golden. + </p> + <p> + But he had the tiresome tricks of biting his perch, pulling his feathers + out, scattering refuse and spilling the water of his bath. Madame Aubain + grew tired of him and gave him to Félicité for good. + </p> + <p> + She undertook his education, and soon he was able to repeat: “Pretty boy! + Your servant, sir! I salute you, Marie!” His perch was placed near the + door and several persons were astonished that he did not answer to the + name of “Jacquot,” for every parrot is called Jacquot. They called him a + goose and a log, and these taunts were like so many dagger thrusts to + Félicité. Strange stubbornness of the bird which would not talk when + people watched him! + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, he sought society; for on Sunday, when the ladies + Rochefeuille, Monsieur de Houppeville and the new habitués, Onfroy, the + chemist, Monsieur Varin and Captain Mathieu, dropped in for their game of + cards, he struck the window-panes with his wings and made such a racket + that it was impossible to talk. + </p> + <p> + Bourais’ face must have appeared very funny to Loulou. As soon as he saw + him he would begin to roar. His voice re-echoed in the yard, and the + neighbours would come to the windows and begin to laugh, too; and in order + that the parrot might not see him, Monsieur Bourais edged along the wall, + pushed his hat over his eyes to hide his profile, and entered by the + garden door, and the looks he gave the bird lacked affection. Loulou, + having thrust his head into the butcher-boy’s basket, received a slap, and + from that time he always tried to nip his enemy. Fabu threatened to wring + his neck, although he was not cruelly inclined, notwithstanding his big + whiskers and tattooings. On the contrary, he rather liked the bird and, + out of deviltry, tried to teach him oaths. Félicité, whom his manner + alarmed, put Loulou in the kitchen, took off his chain and let him walk + all over the house. + </p> + <p> + When he went downstairs, he rested his beak on the steps, lifted his right + foot and then his left one; but his mistress feared that such feats would + give him vertigo. He became ill and was unable to eat. There was a small + growth under his tongue like those chickens are sometimes afflicted with. + Félicité pulled it off with her nails and cured him. One day, Paul was + imprudent enough to blow the smoke of his cigar in his face; another time, + Madame Lormeau was teasing him with the tip of her umbrella and he + swallowed the tip. Finally he got lost. + </p> + <p> + She had put him on the grass to cool him and went away only for a second; + when she returned, she found no parrot! She hunted among the bushes, on + the bank of the river, and on the roofs, without paying any attention to + Madame Aubain who screamed at her: “Take care! you must be insane!” Then + she searched every garden in Pont-l’Evêque and stopped the passers-by to + inquire of them: “Haven’t you perhaps seen my parrot?” To those who had + never seen the parrot, she described him minutely. Suddenly she thought + she saw something green fluttering behind the mills at the foot of the + hill. But when she was at the top of the hill she could not see it. A + hod-carrier told her that he had just seen the bird in Saint-Melaine, in + Mother Simon’s store. She rushed to the place. The people did not know + what she was talking about. At last she came home, exhausted, with her + slippers worn to shreds, and despair in her heart. She sat down on the + bench near Madame and was telling of her search when presently a light + weight dropped on her shoulder—Loulou! What the deuce had he been + doing? Perhaps he had just taken a little walk around the town! + </p> + <p> + She did not easily forget her scare, in fact, she never got over it. In + consequence of a cold, she caught a sore throat; and some time afterward + she had an earache. Three years later she was stone deaf, and spoke in a + very loud voice even in church. Although her sins might have been + proclaimed throughout the diocese without any shame to herself, or ill + effects to the community, the curé thought it advisable to receive her + confession in the vestry-room. + </p> + <p> + Imaginary buzzings also added to her bewilderment. Her mistress often said + to her: “My goodness, how stupid you are!” and she would answer: “Yes, + Madame,” and look for something. + </p> + <p> + The narrow circle of her ideas grew more restricted than it already was; + the bellowing of the oxen, the chime of the bells no longer reached her + intelligence. All things moved silently, like ghosts. Only one noise + penetrated her ears: the parrot’s voice. + </p> + <p> + As if to divert her mind, he reproduced for her the tick-tack of the spit + in the kitchen, the shrill cry of the fish-vendors, the saw of the + carpenter who had a shop opposite, and when the door-bell rang, he would + imitate Madame Aubain: “Félicité! go to the front door.” + </p> + <p> + They held conversations together, Loulou repeating the three phrases of + his repertory over and over, Félicité replying by words that had no + greater meaning, but in which she poured out her feelings. In her + isolation, the parrot was almost a son, a lover. He climbed upon her + fingers, pecked at her lips, clung to her shawl, and when she rocked her + head to and fro like a nurse, the big wings of her cap and the wings of + the bird flapped in unison. When clouds gathered on the horizon and the + thunder rumbled, Loulou would scream, perhaps because he remembered the + storms in his native forests. The dripping of the rain would excite him to + frenzy; he flapped around, struck the ceiling with his wings, upset + everything, and would finally fly into the garden to play. Then he would + come back into the room, light on one of the andirons, and hop around in + order to get dry. + </p> + <p> + One morning during the terrible winter of 1837, when she had put him in + front of the fire-place on account of the cold, she found him dead in his + cage, hanging to the wire bars with his head down. He had probably died of + congestion. But she believed that he had been poisoned, and although she + had no proofs whatever, her suspicion rested on Fabu. + </p> + <p> + She wept so sorely that her mistress said: “Why don’t you have him + stuffed?” + </p> + <p> + She asked the advice of the chemist, who had always been kind to the bird. + </p> + <p> + He wrote to Havre for her. A certain man named Fellacher consented to do + the work. But, as the diligence driver often lost parcels entrusted to + him, Félicité resolved to take her pet to Honfleur herself. + </p> + <p> + Leafless apple-trees lined the edges of the road. The ditches were covered + with ice. The dogs on the neighbouring farms barked; and Félicité, with + her hands beneath her cape, her little black sabots and her basket, + trotted along nimbly in the middle of the sidewalk. She crossed the + forest, passed by the Haut-Chêne and reached Saint-Gatien. + </p> + <p> + Behind her, in a cloud of dust and impelled by the steep incline, a + mail-coach drawn by galloping horses advanced like a whirlwind. When he + saw a woman in the middle of the road, who did not get out of the way, the + driver stood up in his seat and shouted to her and so did the postilion, + while the four horses, which he could not hold back, accelerated their + pace; the two leaders were almost upon her; with a jerk of the reins he + threw them to one side, but, furious at the incident, he lifted his big + whip and lashed her from her head to her feet with such violence that she + fell to the ground unconscious. + </p> + <p> + Her first thought, when she recovered her senses, was to open the basket. + Loulou was unharmed. She felt a sting on her right cheek; when she took + her hand away it was red, for the blood was flowing. + </p> + <p> + She sat down on a pile of stones, and sopped her cheek with her + handkerchief; then she ate a crust of bread she had put in her basket, and + consoled herself by looking at the bird. + </p> + <p> + Arriving at the top of Ecquemanville, she saw the lights of Honfleur + shining in the distance like so many stars; further on, the ocean spread + out in a confused mass. Then a weakness came over her; the misery of her + childhood, the disappointment of her first love, the departure of her + nephew, the death of Virginia; all these things came back to her at once, + and, rising like a swelling tide in her throat, almost choked her. + </p> + <p> + Then she wished to speak to the captain of the vessel, and without stating + what she was sending, she gave him some instructions. + </p> + <p> + Fellacher kept the parrot a long time. He always promised that it would be + ready for the following week; after six months he announced the shipment + of a case, and that was the end of it. Really, it seemed as if Loulou + would never come back to his home. “They have stolen him,” thought + Félicité. + </p> + <p> + Finally he arrived, sitting bolt upright on a branch which could be + screwed into a mahogany pedestal, with his foot in the air, his head on + one side, and in his beak a nut which the naturalist, from love of the + sumptuous, had gilded. She put him in her room. + </p> + <p> + This place, to which only a chosen few were admitted, looked like a chapel + and a second-hand shop, so filled was it with devotional and heterogeneous + things. The door could not be opened easily on account of the presence of + a large wardrobe. Opposite the window that looked out into the garden, a + bull’s-eye opened on the yard; a table was placed by the cot and held a + washbasin, two combs, and a piece of blue soap in a broken saucer. On the + walls were rosaries, medals, a number of Holy Virgins, and a holy-water + basin made out of a cocoanut; on the bureau, which was covered with a + napkin like an altar, stood the box of shells that Victor had given her; + also a watering-can and a balloon, writing-books, the engraved geography + and a pair of shoes; on the nail which held the mirror, hung Virginia’s + little plush hat! Félicité carried this sort of respect so far that she + even kept one of Monsieur’s old coats. All the things which Madame Aubain + discarded, Félicité begged for her own room. Thus, she had artificial + flowers on the edge of the bureau, and the picture of the Comte d’Artois + in the recess of the window. By means of a board, Loulou was set on a + portion of the chimney which advanced into the room. Every morning when + she awoke, she saw him in the dim light of dawn and recalled bygone days + and the smallest details of insignificant actions, without any sense of + bitterness or grief. + </p> + <p> + As she was unable to communicate with people, she lived in a sort of + somnambulistic torpor. The processions of Corpus-Christi Day seemed to + wake her up. She visited the neighbours to beg for candlesticks and mats + so as to adorn the temporary altars in the street. + </p> + <p> + In church, she always gazed at the Holy Ghost, and noticed that there was + something about it that resembled a parrot. The likeness appeared even + more striking on a coloured picture by Espinal, representing the baptism + of our Saviour. With his scarlet wings and emerald body, it was really the + image of Loulou. Having bought the picture, she hung it near the one of + the Comte d’Artois so that she could take them in at one glance. + </p> + <p> + They associated in her mind, the parrot becoming sanctified through the + neighbourhood of the Holy Ghost, and the latter becoming more lifelike in + her eyes, and more comprehensible. In all probability the Father had never + chosen as messenger a dove, as the latter has no voice, but rather one of + Loulou’s ancestors. And Félicité said her prayers in front of the coloured + picture, though from time to time she turned slightly toward the bird. + </p> + <p> + She desired very much to enter in the ranks of the “Daughters of the + Virgin.” But Madame Aubain dissuaded her from it. + </p> + <p> + A most important event occurred: Paul’s marriage. + </p> + <p> + After being first a notary’s clerk, then in business, then in the customs, + and a tax collector, and having even applied for a position in the + administration of woods and forests, he had at last, when he was + thirty-six years old, by a divine inspiration, found his vocation: + registrature! and he displayed such a high ability that an inspector had + offered him his daughter and his influence. + </p> + <p> + Paul, who had become quite settled, brought his bride to visit his mother. + </p> + <p> + But she looked down upon the customs of Pont-l’Evêque, put on airs, and + hurt Félicité’s feelings. Madame Aubain felt relieved when she left. + </p> + <p> + The following week they learned of Monsieur Bourais’ death in an inn. + There were rumours of suicide, which were confirmed; doubts concerning his + integrity arose. Madame Aubain looked over her accounts and soon + discovered his numerous embezzlements; sales of wood which had been + concealed from her, false receipts, etc. Furthermore, he had an + illegitimate child, and entertained a friendship for “a person in Dozulé.” + </p> + <p> + These base actions affected her very much. In March, 1853, she developed a + pain in her chest; her tongue looked as if it were coated with smoke, and + the leeches they applied did not relieve her oppression; and on the ninth + evening she died, being just seventy-two years old. + </p> + <p> + People thought that she was younger, because her hair, which she wore in + bands framing her pale face, was brown. Few friends regretted her loss, + for her manner was so haughty that she did not attract them. Félicité + mourned for her as servants seldom mourn for their masters. The fact that + Madame should die before herself perplexed her mind and seemed contrary to + the order of things, and absolutely monstrous and inadmissible. Ten days + later (the time to journey from Besançon), the heirs arrived. Her + daughter-in-law ransacked the drawers, kept some of the furniture, and + sold the rest; then they went back to their own home. + </p> + <p> + Madame’s armchair, foot-warmer, work-table, the eight chairs, everything + was gone! The places occupied by the pictures formed yellow squares on the + walls. They had taken the two little beds, and the wardrobe had been + emptied of Virginia’s belongings! Félicité went upstairs, overcome with + grief. + </p> + <p> + The following day a sign was posted on the door; the chemist screamed in + her ear that the house was for sale. + </p> + <p> + For a moment she tottered, and had to sit down. + </p> + <p> + What hurt her most was to give up her room,—so nice for poor Loulou! + She looked at him in despair and implored the Holy Ghost, and it was this + way that she contracted the idolatrous habit of saying her prayers + kneeling in front of the bird. Sometimes the sun fell through the window + on his glass eye, and lighted a great spark in it which sent Félicité into + ecstasy. + </p> + <p> + Her mistress had left her an income of three hundred and eighty francs. + The garden supplied her with vegetables. As for clothes, she had enough to + last her till the end of her days, and she economised on the light by + going to bed at dusk. + </p> + <p> + She rarely went out, in order to avoid passing in front of the second-hand + dealer’s shop where there was some of the old furniture. Since her + fainting spell, she dragged her leg, and as her strength was failing + rapidly, old Mother Simon, who had lost her money in the grocery business, + came every morning to chop the wood and pump the water. + </p> + <p> + Her eyesight grew dim. She did not open the shutters after that. Many + years passed. But the house did not sell or rent. Fearing that she would + be put out, Félicité did not ask for repairs. The laths of the roof were + rotting away, and during one whole winter her bolster was wet. After + Easter she spit blood. + </p> + <p> + Then Mother Simon went for a doctor. Félicité wished to know what her + complaint was. But, being too deaf to hear, she caught only one word: + “Pneumonia.” She was familiar with it and gently answered:—“Ah! like + Madame,” thinking it quite natural that she should follow her mistress. + </p> + <p> + The time for the altars in the street drew near. + </p> + <p> + The first one was always erected at the foot of the hill, the second in + front of the post-office, and the third in the middle of the street. This + position occasioned some rivalry among the women and they finally decided + upon Madame Aubain’s yard. + </p> + <p> + Félicité’s fever grew worse. She was sorry that she could not do anything + for the altar. If she could, at least, have contributed something toward + it! Then she thought of the parrot. Her neighbours objected that it would + not be proper. But the curé gave his consent and she was so grateful for + it that she begged him to accept after her death, her only treasure, + Loulou. From Tuesday until Saturday, the day before the event, she coughed + more frequently. In the evening her face was contracted, her lips stuck to + her gums and she began to vomit; and on the following day, she felt so low + that she called for a priest. + </p> + <p> + Three neighbours surrounded her when the dominie administered the Extreme + Unction. Afterwards she said that she wished to speak to Fabu. + </p> + <p> + He arrived in his Sunday clothes, very ill at ease among the funereal + surroundings. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” she said, making an effort to extend her arm, “I believed it + was you who killed him!” + </p> + <p> + What did such accusations mean? Suspect a man like him of murder! And Fabu + became excited and was about to make trouble. + </p> + <p> + “Don’t you see she is not in her right mind?” + </p> + <p> + From time to time Félicité spoke to shadows. The women left her and Mother + Simon sat down to breakfast. + </p> + <p> + A little later, she took Loulou and holding him up to Félicité: + </p> + <p> + “Say good-bye to him, now!” she commanded. + </p> + <p> + Although he was not a corpse, he was eaten up by worms; one of his wings + was broken and the wadding was coming out of his body. But Félicité was + blind now, and she took him and laid him against her cheek. Then Mother + Simon removed him in order to set him on the altar. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + THE VISION + </h3> + <p> + The grass exhaled an odour of summer; flies buzzed in the air, the sun + shone on the river and warmed the slated roof. Old Mother Simon had + returned to Félicité and was peacefully falling asleep. + </p> + <p> + The ringing of bells woke her; the people were coming out of church. + Félicité’s delirium subsided. By thinking of the procession, she was able + to see it as if she had taken part in it. All the school-children, the + singers and the firemen walked on the sidewalks, while in the middle of + the street came first the custodian of the church with his halberd, then + the beadle with a large cross, the teacher in charge of the boys and a + sister escorting the little girls; three of the smallest ones, with curly + heads, threw rose leaves into the air; the deacon with outstretched arms + conducted the music; and two incense-bearers turned with each step they + took toward the Holy Sacrament, which was carried by M. le Curé, attired + in his handsome chasuble and walking under a canopy of red velvet + supported by four men. A crowd of people followed, jammed between the + walls of the houses hung with white sheets; at last the procession arrived + at the foot of the hill. + </p> + <p> + A cold sweat broke out on Félicité’s forehead. Mother Simon wiped it away + with a cloth, saying inwardly that some day she would have to go through + the same thing herself. + </p> + <p> + The murmur of the crowd grew louder, was very distinct for a moment and + then died away. A volley of musketry shook the window-panes. It was the + postilions saluting the Sacrament. + </p> + <p> + Félicité rolled her eyes and said as loudly as she could: + </p> + <p> + “Is he all right?” meaning the parrot. + </p> + <p> + Her death agony began. A rattle that grew more and more rapid shook her + body. Froth appeared at the corners of her mouth, and her whole frame + trembled. In a little while could be heard the music of the bass horns, + the clear voices of the children and the men’s deeper notes. At intervals + all was still, and their shoes sounded like a herd of cattle passing over + the grass. + </p> + <p> + The clergy appeared in the yard. Mother Simon climbed on a chair to reach + the bull’s-eye, and in this manner could see the altar. It was covered + with a lace cloth and draped with green wreaths. In the middle stood a + little frame containing relics; at the corners were two little + orange-trees, and all along the edge were silver candlesticks, porcelain + vases containing sun-flowers, lilies, peonies, and tufts of hydrangeas. + This mound of bright colours descended diagonally from the first floor to + the carpet that covered the sidewalk. Rare objects arrested one’s eye. A + golden sugar-bowl was crowned with violets, earrings set with Alençon + stones were displayed on green moss, and two Chinese screens with their + bright landscapes were near by. Loulou, hidden beneath roses, showed + nothing but his blue head which looked like a piece of lapis-lazuli. + </p> + <p> + The singers, the canopy-bearers and the children lined up against the + sides of the yard. Slowly the priest ascended the steps and placed his + shining sun on the lace cloth. Everybody knelt. There was deep silence; + and the censers slipping on their chains were swung high in the air. A + blue vapour rose in Félicité’s room. She opened her nostrils and inhaled + it with a mystic sensuousness; then she closed her lids. Her lips smiled. + The beats of her heart grew fainter and fainter, and vaguer, like a + fountain giving out, like an echo dying away;—and when she exhaled + her last breath, she thought she saw in the half-opened heavens a gigantic + parrot hovering above her head. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10458 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |