Their night was a troubled one,and they brought a strange report of it into the day.Whether the fear of their sleep came out into their waking,or their waking fear sank with them into their dreams,awake or asleep they were never at rest from it.All night something seemed going on in the house--something silent,something terrible,something they were not to know.Never a sound awoke;the darkness was one with the silence,and the silence was the terror.
Once,a frightful wind filled the house,and shook its inside,they said,so that it quivered and trembled like a horse shaking himself;but it was a silent wind that made not even a moan in their chamber,and passed away like a soundless sob.
They fell asleep.But they woke again with a great start.They thought the house was filling with water such as they had been drinking.It came from below,and swelled up until the garret was full of it to the very roof.But it made no more sound than the wind,and when it sank away,they fell asleep dry and warm.
The next time they woke,all the air,they said,inside and out,was full of cats.They swarmed--up and down,along and across,everywhere about the room.They felt their claws trying to get through the night-gowns lady Mara had put on them,but they could not;and in the morning not one of them had a scratch.Through the dark suddenly,came the only sound they heard the night long--the far-off howl of the huge great-grandmother-cat in the desert:she must have been calling her little ones,they thought,for that instant the cats stopped,and all was still.Once more they fell fast asleep,and did not wake till the sun was rising.
Such was the account the children gave of their experiences.But I was with the veiled woman and the princess all through the night:
something of what took place I saw;much I only felt;and there was more which eye could not see,and heart only could in a measure understand.
As soon as Mara left the room with the children,my eyes fell on the white leopardess:I thought we had left her behind us,but there she was,cowering in a corner.Apparently she was in mortal terror of what she might see.A lamp stood on the high chimney-piece,and sometimes the room seemed full of lamp-shadows,sometimes of cloudy forms.The princess lay on the settle by the wall,and seemed never to have moved hand or foot.It was a fearsome waiting.
When Mara returned,she drew the settle with Lilith upon it to the middle of the room,then sat down opposite me,at the other side of the hearth.Between us burned a small fire.
Something terrible was on its way!The cloudy presences flickered and shook.A silvery creature like a slowworm came crawling out from among them,slowly crossed the clay floor,and crept into the fire.We sat motionless.The something came nearer.
But the hours passed,midnight drew nigh,and there was no change.
The night was very still.Not a sound broke the silence,not a rustle from the fire,not a crack from board or beam.Now and again I felt a sort of heave,but whether in the earth or in the air or in the waters under the earth,whether in my own body or in my soul--whether it was anywhere,I could not tell.A dread sense of judgment was upon me.But I was not afraid,for I had ceased to care for aught save the thing that must be done.
Suddenly it was midnight.The muffled woman rose,turned toward the settle,and slowly unwound the long swathes that hid her face:
they dropped on the ground,and she stepped over them.The feet of the princess were toward the hearth;Mara went to her head,and turning,stood behind it.Then I saw her face.It was lovely beyond speech--white and sad,heart-and-soul sad,but not unhappy,and I knew it never could be unhappy.Great tears were running down her cheeks:she wiped them away with her robe;her countenance grew very still,and she wept no more.But for the pity in every line of her expression,she would have seemed severe.She laid her hand on the head of the princess--on the hair that grew low on the forehead,and stooping,breathed on the sallow brow.The body shuddered.
"Will you turn away from the wicked things you have been doing so long?"said Mara gently.
The princess did not answer.Mara put the question again,in the same soft,inviting tone.
Still there was no sign of hearing.She spoke the words a third time.
Then the seeming corpse opened its mouth and answered,its words appearing to frame themselves of something else than sound.--Icannot shape the thing further:sounds they were not,yet they were words to me.
"I will not,"she said."I will be myself and not another!""Alas,you are another now,not yourself!Will you not be your real self?""I will be what I mean myself now."
"If you were restored,would you not make what amends you could for the misery you have caused?""I would do after my nature."
"You do not know it:your nature is good,and you do evil!""I will do as my Self pleases--as my Self desires.""You will do as the Shadow,overshadowing your Self inclines you?""I will do what I will to do."
"You have killed your daughter,Lilith!"
"I have killed thousands.She is my own!"
"She was never yours as you are another's."
"I am not another's;I am my own,and my daughter is mine.""Then,alas,your hour is come!"
"I care not.I am what I am;no one can take from me myself!""You are not the Self you imagine."