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these woods, and the light there is neither green nor gold, but both colours intermingled. It is like a friendly cloak for all who have been unhappy, even very long ago. Iseult is there, and Thisbe, too, and many others, and they are not severed from their lovers now⁠ ⁠… Sometimes Dame Venus passes, riding upon a panther, and low-hanging leaves clutch at her tender flesh. Then Perion and I peep from a coppice, and are very glad and a little frightened in the heart of our own woods.”

Said Demetrios, “Do you console yourself with madness?” He showed no sign of mirth.

Melicent said:

“Ah, no, the Perion whom Mélusine possesses is but a man⁠—a very happy man, I pray of God and all His saints. I am the luckier, who may not ever lose the Perion that today is mine alone. And though I may not ever touch this younger Perion’s hands⁠—and their palms were as hard as leather in that dear time now overpast⁠—or see again his honest and courageous face, the most beautiful among all the faces of men and women I have ever seen, I do not grieve immeasurably, for nightly we walk hand-in-hand in our own woods.”

Demetrios said, “Ay; and then night passes, and dawn comes to light my face, which is the most hideous to you among all the faces of men and women!”

But Melicent said only:

“Seignior, although the severing daylight endures for a long while, I must be brave and worthy of Perion’s love⁠—nay, rather, of the love he gave me once. I may not grieve so long as no one else dares enter into our own woods.”

“Now go,” cried the proconsul, when she had done, and he had noted her soft, deep, devoted gaze at one who was not there; “now go before I slay you!” And this new Demetrios whom she then saw was featured like a devil in sore torment.

Wonderingly Melicent obeyed him.

Thought Melicent, who was too proud to show her anguish: “I could have borne aught else, but this I am too cowardly to bear without complaint. I am a very contemptible person. I ought to love this Mélusine, who no doubt loves her husband quite as much as I love him⁠—how could a woman do less?⁠—and yet I cannot love her. I can only weep that I, robbed of all joy, and with no children to bewail me, must travel very tediously toward death, a friendless person cursed by fate, while this Mélusine laughs with her children. She has two children, as Demetrios reports. I think the boy must be the more like Perion. I think she must be very happy when she lifts that boy into her lap.”

Thus Melicent; and her full-blooded husband was not much more lighthearted. He went away from Nacumera shortly, in a shaking rage which robbed him of his hands’ control, intent to kill and pillage, and, in fine, to make all other persons share his misery.

XXIII How Demetrios Cried Farewell

And then one day, when the proconsul had been absent some six weeks, Ahasuerus fetched Dame Melicent into the Court of Stars. Demetrios lay upon the divan supported by many pillows, as though he had not ever stirred since that first day when an unfettered Melicent, who was a princess then, exulted in her youth and comeliness.

“Stand there,” he said, and did not move at all, “that I may see my purchase.”

And presently he smiled, though wryly. Demetrios said next:

“Of my own will I purchased misery. Yea, and death also. It is amusing.⁠ ⁠… Two days ago, in a brief skirmish, a league north of Calonak, the Prankish leader met me hand to hand. He has endeavoured to do this for a long while. I also wished it. Nothing could be sweeter than to feel the horse beneath me wading in his blood, I thought⁠ ⁠… Ey, well, he dismounted me at the first encounter, though I am no weakling. I cannot understand quite how it happened. Pious people will say some deity was offended, but, for my part, I think my horse stumbled. It does not seem to matter now. What really matters, more or less, is that it would appear the man broke my backbone as one snaps a straw, since I cannot move a limb of me.”

“Seignior,” said Melicent, “you mean that you are dying!”

He answered, “Yes; but it is a trivial discomfort, now I see that it grieves you a little.”

She spoke his name some three times, sobbing. It was in her mind even then how strange the happening was that she should grieve for Demetrios.

“O Melicent,” he harshly said, “let us have done with lies! That Frankish captain who has brought about my death is Perion de la Forêt. He has not ever faltered in the duel between us since your paltry emeralds paid for his first armament.⁠—Why, yes, I lied. I always hoped the man would do as in his place I would have done. I hoped in vain. For many long and hard-fought years this handsome maniac has been assailing Nacumera, tirelessly. Then the water-demon’s daughter, that strange and wayward woman of Brunbelois, attempted to ensnare him. And that too was in vain. She failed, my spies reported⁠—even Dame Mélusine, who had not ever failed before in such endeavours.”

“But certainly the foul witch failed!” cried Melicent. A glorious change had come into her face, and she continued, quite untruthfully, “Nor did I ever believe that this vile woman had made Perion prove faithless.”

“No, the fool’s lunacy is rock, like yours. En cor gentil domnei per mort no passa, as they sing in your native country.⁠ ⁠… Ey, how indomitably I lied, what pains I took, lest you should ever know of this! And now it does not seem to matter any more.⁠ ⁠… The love this man bears for you,” snarled Demetrios, “is sprung of the High God whom we diversely worship. The love I bear you is human, since I, too, am only human.”

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