A bitter
delusion, a dream from which
nought can awake us,
Till Death's dogging footsteps at morn or at eve shall o'ertake us.
Refrain
Oh, the world is fair at the dawning -- dawning -- dawning,
But the red sun sinks in blood -- the red sun sinks in blood.
I only wish that I could write down the music too.
'Now, Curtis, now,' I whispered, when she began the second verse,
and turned my back.
'Nyleptha,' he said -- for my nerves were so much on the stretch
that I could hear every word, low as it was
spoken, even through
Sorais'
divine notes -- 'Nyleptha, I must speak with thee this
night, upon my life I must. Say me not nay; oh, say me not nay!'
'How can I speak with thee?' she answered, looking fixedly before
her; 'Queens are not like other people. I am surrounded and watched.'
'Listen, Nyleptha, thus. I will be before the
statue of Rademas
in the great hall at
midnight. I have the countersign and can
pass in. Macumazahn will be there to keep guard, and with him
the Zulu. Oh come, my Queen, deny me not.'
'It is not seemly,' she murmured, 'and tomorrow --'
Just then the music began to die in the last wail of the refrain,
and Sorais slowly turned her round.
'I will be there,' said Nyleptha,
hurriedly; 'on thy life see
that thou fail me not.'
CHAPTER XVI
BEFORE THE STATUE
It was night -- dead night -- and the silence lay on the
Frowning City like a cloud.
Secretly, as evildoers, Sir Henry Curtis, Umslopogaas, and myself
threaded our way through the passages towards a by-entrance to
the great Throne Chamber. Once we were met by the
fierce rattling
challenge of the
sentry. I gave the countersign, and the man
grounded his spear and let us pass. Also we were officers of
the Queens' bodyguard, and in that
capacity had a right to come
and go unquestioned.
We gained the hall in safety. So empty and so still was it,
that even when we had passed the sound of our footsteps yet echoed
up the lofty walls, vibrating
faintly and still more
faintlyagainst the carven roof, like ghosts of the footsteps of dead
men haunting the place that once they trod.
It was an eerie spot, and it oppressed me. The moon was full,
and threw great pencils and patches of light through the high
windowless openings in the walls, that lay pure and beautiful
upon the
blackness of the
marble floor, like white flowers on
a
coffin. One of these silver arrows fell upon the
statue of
the
sleeping Rademas, and of the angel form bent over him, illumining
it, and a small
circle round it, with a soft clear light, reminding
me of that with which Catholics illumine the altars of their
cathedrals.
Here by the
statue we took our stand, and waited. Sir Henry
and I close together, Umslopogaas some paces off in the darkness,
so that I could only just make out his
toweringoutline leaning
on the
outline of an axe.
So long did we wait that I almost fell asleep resting against
the cold
marble, but was suddenly aroused by
hearing Curtis give
a quick catching
breath. Then from far away there came a little
sound as though the
statues that lined the walls were whispering
to each other some message of the ages.
It was the faint sweep of a lady's dress. Nearer it grew, and
nearer yet. We could see a figure steal from patch to patch
of
moonlight, and even hear the soft fall of sandalled feet.
Another second and I saw the black
silhouette of the old Zulu
raise its arm in mute
salute, and Nyleptha was before us.
Oh, how beautiful she looked as she paused a moment just within
the
circle of the
moonlight! Her hand was pressed upon her heart,
and her white bosom heaved beneath it. Round her head a broidered
scarf was
loosely thrown,
partially shadowing the perfect face,
and thus rendering it even more lovely; for beauty, dependent
as it is to a certain
extent upon the
imagination, is never so
beautiful as when it is half hid. There she stood
radiant but
half doubting,
stately and yet so sweet. It was but a moment,
but I then and there fell in love with her myself, and have remained
so to this hour; for, indeed, she looked more like an angel out
of heaven than a
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mortal woman. Low we bowed
before her, and then she spoke.
'I have come,' she whispered, 'but it was at great risk. Ye
know not how I am watched. The priests watch me. Sorais watches
me with those great eyes of hers. My very guards are spies upon
me. Nasta watches me too. Oh, let him be careful!' and she
stamped her foot. 'Let him be careful; I am a woman, and therefore
hard to drive. Ay, and I am a Queen, too, and can still avenge.
Let him be careful, I say, lest in place of giving him my hand
I take his head,' and she ended the
outburst with a little sob,
and then smiled up at us bewitchingly and laughed.
'Thou didst bid me come
hither, my Lord Incubu' (Curtis had taught
her to call him so). 'Doubtless it is about business of the
State, for I know that thou art ever full of great ideas and
plans for my
welfare and my people's. So even as a Queen should
I have come, though I greatly fear the dark alone,' and again
she laughed and gave him a glance from her grey eyes.
At this point I thought it wise to move a little, since secrets
'of the State' should not be made public property; but she would
not let me go far, peremptorily stopping me within five yards
or so,
saying that she feared surprise. So it came to pass that,
however unwillingly, I heard all that passed.
'Thou knowest, Nyleptha,' said Sir Henry, 'that it was for none
of these things that I asked thee to meet me at this
lonely place.
Nyleptha, waste not the time in pleasantry, but listen to me,
for -- I love thee.'
As he said the words I saw her face break up, as it were, and
change. The coquetry went out of it, and in its place there
shone a great light of love which seemed to
glorify it, and make
it like that of the
marble angel
overhead. I could not help
thinking that it must have been a touch of
prophetic instinct
which made the long dead Rademas limn, in the features of the
angel of his inspiring
vision, so strange a
likeness of his own
descendant. Sir Henry, also, must have observed and been struck
by the
likeness, for, catching the look upon Nyleptha's face,
he glanced quickly from it to the
moonlitstatue, and then back
again at his beloved.
'Thou sayest thou dost love me,' she said in a low voice, 'and
thy voice rings true, but how am I to know that thou dost speak
the truth?'
'Though,' she went on with proud
humility, and in the
statelythird person which is so largely used by the Zu-Vendi, 'I be
as nothing in the eyes of my lord,' and she curtseyed towards
him, 'who comes from among a wonderful people, to whom my people
are but children, yet here am I a queen and a leader of men,
and if I would go to battle a hundred thousand spears shall sparkle
in my train like stars glimmering down the path of the bent moon.
And although my beauty be a little thing in the eyes of my lord,'
and she lifted her broidered skirt and curtseyed again, 'yet
here among my own people am I held right fair, and ever since
I was a woman the great lords of my kingdom have made quarrel
concerning me, as though forsooth,' she added with a flash of
passion, 'I were a deer to be pulled down by the hungriest wolf,
or a horse to be sold to the highest bidder. Let my lord pardon
me if I weary my lord, but it hath pleased my lord to say that
he loves me, Nyleptha, a Queen of the Zu-Vendi, and therefore
would I say that though my love and my hand be not much to my
lord, yet to me are they all.'
'Oh!' she cried, with a sudden and thrilling change of voice,
and modifying her
dignified mode of address. 'Oh, how can I
know that thou lovest but me? How can I know that thou wilt
not weary of me and seek thine own place again, leaving me desolate?
Who is there to tell me but that thou lovest some other woman,
some fair woman unknown to me, but who yet draws
breath beneath
this same moon that shines on me tonight? Tell me how am I to
know?' And she clasped her hands and stretched them out towards
him and looked appealingly into his face.
'Nyleptha,' answered Sir Henry, adopting the Zu-Vendi way of
speech; 'I have told thee that I love thee; how am I to tell
thee how much I love thee? Is there then a
measure for love?
Yet will I try. I say not that I have never looked upon another
woman with favour, but this I say that I love thee with all my
life and with all my strength; that I love thee now and shall
love thee till I grow cold in death, ay, and as I believe beyond
my death, and on and on for ever: I say that thy voice is music
to my ear, and thy touch as water to a thirsty land, that when
thou art there the world is beautiful, and when I see thee not
it is as though the light was dead. Oh, Nyleptha, I will never
leave thee; here and now for thy dear sake I will forget my people
and my father's house, yea, I
renounce them all. By thy side
will I live, Nyleptha, and at thy side will I die.'
He paused and gazed at her
earnestly, but she hung her head like
a lily, and said never a word.
'Look!' he went on, pointing to the
statue on which the
moonlightplayed so
brightly. 'Thou seest that angel woman who rests her
hand upon the
forehead of the
sleeping man, and thou seest how
at her touch his soul flames up and shines out through his flesh,
even as a lamp at the touch of the fire, so is it with me and
thee, Nyleptha. Thou hast awakened my soul and called it forth,
and now, Nyleptha, it is not mine, not mine, but thine and thine
only. There is no more for me to say; in thy hands is my life.'
And he leaned back against the
pedestal of the
statue, looking
very pale, and his eyes shining, but proud and handsome as a god.
Slowly, slowly she raised her head, and fixed her wonderful eyes,
all
alight with the
greatness of her
passion, full upon his face,
as though to read his very soul. Then at last she spoke, low
indeed, but clearly as a silver bell.
'Of a truth, weak woman that I am, I do believe thee. Ill will
be the day for thee and for me also if it be my fate to learn
that I have believed a lie. And now
hearken to me, oh man, who
hath wandered here from far to steal my heart and make me all
thine own. I put my hand upon thy hand thus, and thus I, whose
lips have never kissed before, do kiss thee on the brow; and
now by my hand and by that first and holy kiss, ay, by my people's
weal and by my
throne that like enough I shall lose for thee
-- by the name of my high House, by the
sacred Stone and by the
eternal
majesty of the Sun, I swear that for thee will I live
and die. And I swear that I will love thee and thee only till
death, ay, and beyond, if as thou sayest there be a beyond, and
that thy will shall be my will, and thy ways my ways.
'Oh see, see, my lord! thou knowest not how
humble is she who
loves; I, who am a Queen, I kneel before thee, even at thy feet
I do my homage;' and the lovely im
passioned creature flung herself
down on her knees on the cold
marble before him. And after that
I really do not know, for I could stand it no longer, and cleared
off to
refresh myself with a little of old Umslopogaas' society,
leaving them to settle it their own way, and a very long time
they were about it.
I found the old
warrior leaning on Inkosi-kaas as usual, and
surveying the scene in the patch of
moonlight with a grim smile
of amusement.
'Ah, Macumazahn,' he said, 'I suppose it is because I am getting
old, but I don't think that I shall ever learn to understand
the ways of you white people. Look there now, I pray thee, they
are a pretty pair of doves, but what is all the fuss about, Macumazahn?
He wants a wife, and she wants a husband, then why does he not
pay his cows down {Endnote 17} like a man and have done with
it? It would save a deal of trouble, and we should have had
our night's sleep. But there they go, talk, talk, talk, and