mankind. But I had her--and--"
His words went out ringing into the empty distances. He paused, and
seemed to listen to them dying away very far--beyond help and beyond
recall. Then he said quietly--
"Tuan, I loved my brother."
A
breath of wind made him
shiver. High above his head, high above the
silent sea of mist the drooping leaves of the palms rattled together
with a
mournful and expiring sound. The white man stretched his legs.
His chin rested on his chest, and he murmured sadly without lifting
his head--
"We all love our brothers."
Arsat burst out with an
intensewhispering violence--
"What did I care who died? I wanted peace in my own heart."
He seemed to hear a stir in the house--listened--then stepped in
noiselessly. The white man stood up. A
breeze was coming in fitful
puffs. The stars shone paler as if they had retreated into the frozen
depths of
immense space. After a chill gust of wind there were a few
seconds of perfect calm and
absolute silence. Then from behind the
black and wavy line of the forests a
column of golden light shot up
into the heavens and spread over the semicircle of the eastern
horizon. The sun had risen. The mist lifted, broke into drifting
patches, vanished into thin flying wreaths; and the unveiled
lagoonlay, polished and black, in the heavy shadows at the foot of the wall
of trees. A white eagle rose over it with a slanting and ponderous
flight, reached the clear
sunshine and appeared dazzlingly brilliant
for a moment, then soaring higher, became a dark and
motionless speck
before it vanished into the blue as if it had left the earth forever.
The white man,
standing gazing
upwards before the
doorway, heard in
the hut a confused and broken murmur of distracted words
ending with a
loud groan. Suddenly Arsat stumbled out with
outstretched hands,
shivered, and stood still for some time with fixed eyes. Then he
said--
"She burns no more."
Before his face the sun showed its edge above the tree-tops rising
steadily. The
breeze freshened; a great
brilliance burst upon the
lagoon, sparkled on the rippling water. The forests came out of the
clear shadows of the morning, became
distinct, as if they had rushed
nearer--to stop short in a great stir of leaves, of nodding boughs, of
swaying branches. In the
mercilesssunshine the
whisper of unconscious
life grew louder,
speaking in an incomprehensible voice round the dumb
darkness of that human sorrow. Arsat's eyes wandered slowly, then
stared at the rising sun.
"I can see nothing," he said half aloud to himself.
"There is nothing," said the white man, moving to the edge of the
platform and waving his hand to his boat. A shout came
faintly over
the
lagoon and the sampan began to glide towards the abode of the
friend of ghosts.
"If you want to come with me, I will wait all the morning," said the
white man, looking away upon the water.
"No, Tuan," said Arsat,
softly. "I shall not eat or sleep in this
house, but I must first see my road. Now I can see nothing--see
nothing! There is no light and no peace in the world; but there is
death--death for many. We are sons of the same mother--and I left him
in the midst of enemies; but I am going back now."
He drew a long
breath and went on in a
dreamy tone:
"In a little while I shall see clear enough to strike--to strike. But
she has died, and . . . now . . . darkness."
He flung his arms wide open, let them fall along his body, then stood
still with
unmoved face and stony eyes, staring at the sun. The white
man got down into his canoe. The polers ran smartly along the sides of
the boat, looking over their shoulders at the
beginning of a weary
journey. High in the stern, his head muffled up in white rags, the
juragan sat moody, letting his
paddle trail in the water. The white
man, leaning with both arms over the grass roof of the little cabin,
looked back at the shining
ripple of the boat's wake. Before the
sampan passed out of the
lagoon into the creek he lifted his eyes.
Arsat had not moved. He stood
lonely in the searching
sunshine; and he
looked beyond the great light of a cloudless day into the darkness of
a world of illusions.
End