more to
hasten it. Further drugs might very well stop eternally
what those which had been used already had begun. So I sat
motionless where I was, and watched the colour come back, and the
waxenness go, and even the
fullness of her curves in some small
measure return. And when growing strength gave her power to endure
them, and she was racked with those pains which are
inevitable to
being born back again in this fashion to life, I too felt the
reflex of her agony, and writhed in
loving sympathy.
Still further, too, was I wrung by a
torment of doubt as to
whether life or these rackings would in the end be conqueror.
After each paroxysm the colour ebbed back from her again, and for
a while she would lie
motionless. But strength and power seemed
gradually to grow, and at last these prevailed, and drove death and
sleep beneath them. Her eyelids struggled with their fastenings.
Her lips parted, and her bosom heaved. With shivering gasps her
breath began to pant between her reddening lips. At first it
rattled dryly in her
throat, but soon it softened and became more
regular. And then with a last effort her eyes, her
gloriouslovingeyes, slowly opened.
I leaned over and called her
softly by name.
Her eyes met mine, and a glow arose from their depths that
gave me the greatest joy I have met in all the world.
"Deucalion, my love," she whispered. "Oh, my dear, so you
have come for me. How I have dreamed of you! How I have been
racked! But it was worth it all for this."
18. STORM OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN
It was Nais herself who sent me to attend to my sterner
duties. The din of the attack came to us in the house where I was
tending her, and she asked its meaning. As pithily as might be,
for she was in no condition for
tedious listening, I gave her the
history of her nine years' sleep.
The colour flushed more to her face. "My lord is the
properest man in all the world to be King," she whispered.
"I refused to touch the trade till they had given me the Queen
I desired, safe and alive, here upon the Mountain."
"How we poor women are made the chattels of you men! But, for
myself, I seem to like the
traffic well enough. You should not
have let me stand in the way of Atlantis' good, Deucalion. Still,
it is very sweet to know you were weak there for once, and that I
was the cause of your
weakness. What is that bath over yonder?
Ah! I remember; my wits seem none of the clearest just now."
"You have made the
beginning. Your strength will return to
you by quick degrees. But it will not bear hurrying. You must
have a patience."
"Your ear, sir, for one moment, and then I will rest in peace.
My poor looks, are they all gone? You seem to have no mirror here.
I had visions that I should wake up wrinkled and old."
"You are as you were, dear, that first night I saw you--the
most beautiful woman in all the world."
"I am pleased you like me," she said, and took the cup of
broth I offered her. "My hair seems to have grown; but it needs
combing sadly. I had a fancy, dear, once, that you liked ruddy
hair best, and not a plain brown." She closed her eyes then, lying
back
amongst the
cushions where I had placed her, and dropped off
into
healthy sleep, with the smiles still playing upon her lips.
I put the
coverlet over her, and kissed her
lightly,
holding back
my beard lest it should sweep her cheek. And then I went out of
the chamber.
That beard had grown
vastlydisagreeable to me these last
hours, and then I went into a room in the house, and found
instruments, and shaved it down to the bare chin. A change of robe
also I found there and took it instead of my squalid rags. If a
man is in truth a king, he owes these things to the
dignity of his
office.
But, if the din of the fighting was any guide, mine was a
narrowing kingdom. Every hour it seemed to grow fiercer and more
near, and it was clear that some of the gates in the passage up the
cleft in the cliff, impregnable though all men had thought them,
had yielded to the
vehemence of Phorenice's attack. And, indeed,
it was scarcely to be marvelled at. With all her
genius spurred on
to fury by the blow that had been struck at her by wrecking so fair
a part of the city, the Empress would be no light
adversary even
for a strong place to
resist, and the Sacred Mountain was no longer
strong.
Defences of stone,
cunningly planned and mightily built, it
still possessed, but these will not fight alone. They need men to