Domnei, James Branch Cabell [red scrolls of magic .TXT] 📗

betrayed each overlord you ever served.”

He said:

“I am suspicious of strange paths, I shrink from practising unfamiliar virtues. My plan is fixed. I think I shall not alter it.”

“Ah, no, Ahasuerus! think instead how beautiful I am. There is no comelier animal in all this big lewd world. Indeed I cannot count how many men have died because I am a comely animal⁠—” She smiled as one who is too tired to weep. “That, too, is an old tale. Now I abate in value, it appears, very lamentably. For I am purchasable now just by one honest deed, and there is none who will barter with me.”

He returned:

“You forget that a freed Perion would always have a sonorous word or two to say in regard to your bargainings. Demetrios bargained, you may remember. Demetrios was a dread lord. It cost him daily warfare to retain you. Now I lack swords and castles⁠—I who dare love you much as Demetrios did⁠—and I would be able to retain neither Melicent nor tranquil existence for an unconscionable while. Ah, no! I bear my former general no grudge. I merely recognise that while Perion lives he will not ever leave pursuit of you. I would readily concede the potency of his spurs, even were there need to look on you a second time⁠—It happens that there is no need! Meanwhile I am a quiet man, and I abhor dissension. For the rest, I do not think that you will kill yourself, and so I think I shall not alter my fixed plan.”

He left her, and Melicent prayed no more. To what end, she reflected, need she pray, when there was no hope for Perion?

XXX How Melicent Conquered

Into Melicent’s bedroom, about two o’clock in the morning, came Ahasuerus the Jew. She sat erect in bed and saw him cowering over a lamp which his long glistening fingers shielded, so that the lean face of the man floated upon a little golden pool in the darkness. She marvelled that this detestable countenance had not aged at all since her first sight of it.

He smoothly said:

“Now let us talk. I have loved you for some while, fair Melicent.”

“You have desired me,” she replied.

“Faith, I am but as all men, whatever their age. Why, what the devil! man may have Javeh’s breath in him, but even Scripture proves that man was made of clay.” The Jew now puffed out his jaws as if in recollection. “You are a handsome piece of flesh, I thought when I came to you at Bellegarde, telling of Perion’s captivity. I thought no more than this, because in my time I have seen a greater number of handsome women than you would suppose. Thereafter, on account of an odd reason which I had, I served Demetrios willingly enough. This son of Miramon Lluagor was able to pay me well, in a curious coinage. So I arranged the bungling snare Demetrios proposed⁠—too gross, I thought it, to trap any woman living. Ohé, and why should I not lay an open and frank springe for you? Who else was a king’s bride-to-be, young, beautiful, and blessed with wealth and honour and every other comfort which the world affords?” Now the Jew made as if to fling away a robe from his gaunt person. “And you cast this, all this, aside as nothing. I saw it done.”

“Ah, but I did it to save Perion,” she wisely said.

“Unfathomable liar,” he returned, “you boldly and unscrupulously bought of life the thing which you most earnestly desired. Nor Solomon nor Periander has won more. And thus I saw that which no other man has seen. I saw the shrewd and dauntless soul of Melicent. And so I loved you, and I laid my plan⁠—”

She said, “You do not know of love⁠—”

“Yet I have builded him a temple,” the Jew considered. He continued, with that old abhorrent acquiescence, “Now, a temple is admirable, but it is not builded until many labourers have dug and toiled waist-deep in dirt. Here, too, such spatterment seemed necessary. So I played, in fine, I played a cunning music. The pride of Demetrios, the jealousy of Callistion, and the greed of Orestes⁠—these were as so many stops of that flute on which I played a cunning deadly music. Who forbids it?”

She motioned him, “Go on.” Now she was not afraid.

“Come then to the last note of my music! You offer to bargain, saying, Save Perion and have my body as your chattel. I answer Click! The turning of a key solves all. Accordingly I have betrayed the castle of Nacumera, I have this night admitted Perion and his broad-shouldered men. They are killing Orestes yonder in the Court of Stars even while I talk with you.” Ahasuerus laughed noiselessly. “Such vanity does not become a Jew, but I needs must do the thing with some magnificence. Therefore I do not give Sire Perion only his life. I give him also victory and much throat-cutting and an impregnable rich castle. Have I not paid the price, fair Melicent? Have I not won God’s masterpiece through a small wire, a purse, and a big key?”

She answered, “You have paid.”

He said:

“You will hold to your bargain? Ah, you have but to cry aloud, and you are rid of me. For this is Perion’s castle.”

She said, “Christ help me! You have paid my price.”

Now the Jew raised his two hands in very horrible mirth. Said he:

“Oh, I am almost tempted to praise Javeh, who created the invincible soul of Melicent. For you have conquered: you have gained, as always, and at whatever price, exactly that which you most desired, and you do not greatly care about anything else. So, because of a word said you would arise and follow me on my dark ways if I commanded it. You will not weight the dice, not even at this pinch, when it would be so easy! For Perion is safe; and nothing matters in