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On and on he went, till he reached the outskirts of the wood, and there he saw an immense multitude of men toiling in the bed of a dried-up river. They swarmed up the crag like ants. They dug deep pits in the ground and went down into them. Some of them cleft the rocks with great axes; others grabbled in the sand.
They tore up the cactus by its roots, and trampled on the scarlet blossoms. They hurried about, calling to each other, and no man was idle.
From the darkness of a cavern Death and Avarice watched them, and Death said, 'I am weary; give me a third of them and let me go.' But Avarice shook her head. 'They are my servants,' she answered.
And Death said to her, 'What hast thou in thy hand?'
'I have three grains of corn,' she answered; 'what is that to thee?'
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mantle. โPretty boy, pretty boy,โ she muttered, โthat is a
terrible thing to do.โ
He tossed his brown curls and laughed. โMy soul is nought to me,โ
he answered. โI cannot see it. I may not touch it. I do not know
it.โ
โWhat wilt thou give me if I tell thee?โ asked the Witch, looking
down at him with her beautiful eyes.
โFive pieces of gold,โ he said, โand my nets, and the wattled house
where I live, and the painted boat in which I sail. Only tell me
how to get rid of my soul, and I will give thee all that I
possess.โ
She laughed mockingly at him, and struck him with the spray of
hemlock. โI can turn the autumn leaves into gold,โ she answered,
โand I can weave the pale moonbeams into silver if I will it. He
whom I serve is richer than all the kings of this world, and has
their dominions.โ
โWhat then shall I give thee,โ he cried, โif thy price be neither
gold nor silver?โ
The Witch stroked his hair with her thin white hand. โThou must
dance with me, pretty boy,โ she murmured, and she smiled at him as
she spoke.
โNought but that?โ cried the young Fisherman in wonder and he rose
to his feet.
โNought but that,โ she answered, and she smiled at him again.
โThen at sunset in some secret place we shall dance together,โ he
said, โand after that we have danced thou shalt tell me the thing
which I desire to know.โ
She shook her head. โWhen the moon is full, when the moon is
full,โ she muttered. Then she peered all round, and listened. A
blue bird rose screaming from its nest and circled over the dunes,
and three spotted birds rustled through the coarse grey grass and
whistled to each other. There was no other sound save the sound of
a wave fretting the smooth pebbles below. So she reached out her
hand, and drew him near to her and put her dry lips close to his
ear.
โTo-night thou must come to the top of the mountain,โ she
whispered. โIt is a Sabbath, and He will be there.โ
The young Fisherman started and looked at her, and she showed her
white teeth and laughed. โWho is He of whom thou speakest?โ he
asked.
โIt matters not,โ she answered. โGo thou to-night, and stand under
the branches of the hornbeam, and wait for my coming. If a black
dog run towards thee, strike it with a rod of willow, and it will
go away. If an owl speak to thee, make it no answer. When the
moon is full I shall be with thee, and we will dance together on
the grass.โ
โBut wilt thou swear to me to tell me how I may send my soul from
me?โ he made question.
She moved out into the sunlight, and through her red hair rippled
the wind. โBy the hoofs of the goat I swear it,โ she made answer.
โThou art the best of the witches,โ cried the young Fisherman, โand
I will surely dance with thee to-night on the top of the mountain.
I would indeed that thou hadst asked of me either gold or silver.
But such as thy price is thou shalt have it, for it is but a little
thing.โ And he doffed his cap to her, and bent his head low, and
ran back to the town filled with a great joy.
And the Witch watched him as he went, and when he had passed from
her sight she entered her cave, and having taken a mirror from a
box of carved cedarwood, she set it up on a frame, and burned
vervain on lighted charcoal before it, and peered through the coils
of the smoke. And after a time she clenched her hands in anger.
โHe should have been mine,โ she muttered, โI am as fair as she is.โ
And that evening, when the moon had risen, the young Fisherman
climbed up to the top of the mountain, and stood under the branches
of the hornbeam. Like a targe of polished metal the round sea lay
at his feet, and the shadows of the fishing-boats moved in the
little bay. A great owl, with yellow sulphurous eyes, called to
him by his name, but he made it no answer. A black dog ran towards
him and snarled. He struck it with a rod of willow, and it went
away whining.
At midnight the witches came flying through the air like bats.
โPhew!โ they cried, as they lit upon the ground, โthere is some one
here we know not!โ and they sniffed about, and chattered to each
other, and made signs. Last of all came the young Witch, with her
red hair streaming in the wind. She wore a dress of gold tissue
embroidered with peacocksโ eyes, and a little cap of green velvet
was on her head.
โWhere is he, where is he?โ shrieked the witches when they saw her,
but she only laughed, and ran to the hornbeam, and taking the
Fisherman by the hand she led him out into the moonlight and began
to dance.
Round and round they whirled, and the young Witch jumped so high
that he could see the scarlet heels of her shoes. Then right
across the dancers came the sound of the galloping of a horse, but
no horse was to be seen, and he felt afraid.
โFaster,โ cried the Witch, and she threw her arms about his neck,
and her breath was hot upon his face. โFaster, faster!โ she cried,
and the earth seemed to spin beneath his feet, and his brain grew
troubled, and a great terror fell on him, as of some evil thing
that was watching him, and at last he became aware that under the
shadow of a rock there was a figure that had not been there before.
It was a man dressed in a suit of black velvet, cut in the Spanish
fashion. His face was strangely pale, but his lips were like a
proud red flower. He seemed weary, and was leaning back toying in
a listless manner with the pommel of his dagger. On the grass
beside him lay a plumed hat, and a pair of riding-gloves gauntleted
with gilt lace, and sewn with seed-pearls wrought into a curious
device. A short cloak lined with sables hang from his shoulder,
and his delicate white hands were gemmed with rings. Heavy eyelids
drooped over his eyes.
The young Fisherman watched him, as one snared in a spell. At last
their eyes met, and wherever he danced it seemed to him that the
eyes of the man were upon him. He heard the Witch laugh, and
caught her by the waist, and whirled her madly round and round.
Suddenly a dog bayed in the wood, and the dancers stopped, and
going up two by two, knelt down, and kissed the manโs hands. As
they did so, a little smile touched his proud lips, as a birdโs
wing touches the water and makes it laugh. But there was disdain
in it. He kept looking at the young Fisherman.
โCome! let us worship,โ whispered the Witch, and she led him up,
and a great desire to do as she besought him seized on him, and he
followed her. But when he came close, and without knowing why he
did it, he made on his breast the sign of the Cross, and called
upon the holy name.
No sooner had he done so than the witches screamed like hawks and
flew away, and the pallid face that had been watching him twitched
with a spasm of pain. The man went over to a little wood, and
whistled. A jennet with silver trappings came running to meet him.
As he leapt upon the saddle he turned round, and looked at the
young Fisherman sadly.
And the Witch with the red hair tried to fly away also, but the
Fisherman caught her by her wrists, and held her fast.
โLoose me,โ she cried, โand let me go. For thou hast named what
should not be named, and shown the sign that may not be looked at.โ
โNay,โ he answered, โbut I will not let thee go till thou hast told
me the secret.โ
โWhat secret?โ said the Witch, wrestling with him like a wild cat,
and biting her foam-flecked lips.
โThou knowest,โ he made answer.
Her grass-green eyes grew dim with tears, and she said to the
Fisherman, โAsk me anything but that!โ
He laughed, and held her all the more tightly.
And when she saw that she could not free herself, she whispered to
him, โSurely I am as fair as the daughters of the sea, and as
comely as those that dwell in the blue waters,โ and she fawned on
him and put her face close to his.
But he thrust her back frowning, and said to her, โIf thou keepest
not the promise that thou madest to me I will slay thee for a false
witch.โ
She grew grey as a blossom of the Judas tree, and shuddered. โBe
it so,โ she muttered. โIt is thy soul and not mine. Do with it as
thou wilt.โ And she took from her girdle a little knife that had a
handle of green viperโs skin, and gave it to him.
โWhat shall this serve me?โ he asked of her, wondering.
She was silent for a few moments, and a look of terror came over
her face. Then she brushed her hair back from her forehead, and
smiling strangely she said to him, โWhat men call the shadow of the
body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
Stand on the sea-shore with thy back to the moon, and cut away from
around thy feet thy shadow, which is thy soulโs body, and bid thy
soul leave thee, and it will do so.โ
The young Fisherman trembled. โIs this true?โ he murmured.
โIt is true, and I would that I had not told thee of it,โ she
cried, and she clung to his knees weeping.
He put her from him and left her in the rank grass, and going to
the edge of the mountain he placed the knife in his belt and began
to climb down.
And his Soul that was within him called out to him and said, โLo!
I have dwelt with thee for all these years, and have been thy
servant. Send me not away from thee now, for what evil have I done
thee?โ
And the young Fisherman laughed. โThou hast done me no evil, but I
have no need of thee,โ he answered. โThe world is wide, and there
is Heaven also, and Hell, and that dim twilight house that lies
between. Go wherever thou wilt, but trouble me not, for my love is
calling to me.โ
And his Soul besought him piteously, but he heeded it not, but
leapt from crag to crag, being sure-footed as a wild goat, and at
last he reached the level ground and the yellow shore of the sea.
Bronze-limbed and well-knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he
stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam
came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim
forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was
the body of his soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey-coloured air.
And his Soul said to him, โIf indeed thou must
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