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58. CHAP. PAGE
I. AN INTRODUCTION TO LUCIFRAM 9
II. FRIEND AND EXECUTOR 13
III. ROSALIE 21
IV. THE GOLDEN SERPENT 28
V. THE MASTER 42
VI. NEW EXPERIENCES 52
VII. A DEBT OF GRATITUDE 57
VIII. A BOOK OF INSPIRATION 64
IX. MARIANA 77
X. A CONVERSATION IN SHADOWS 85
XI. GARDEN AND HOUSE OF SHADOWS 92
XII. AN ACT OF DISOBEDIENCE 101
XIII. THE FOLLY OF SIMPLICITY 119
XIV. BROKEN SPIRITS 131
XV. A WAYSIDE HOUSE AND GLOOMY CELL 139
XVI. THE GOVERNOR 154
XVII. A PLANTATION 166
XVIII. SEEDS GROWING CONTRARIWISE 174
59. XIX. A HUMBLE CRUCIFIXION 190
XX. A SIMPLE CONVERSATION 202
XXI. A MAN WHO STOOD ON HIS HEAD, ACCORDING TO
LUCIFRAM
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XXII. A LEASE OF LIFE 216
XXIII. THE SCANDAL OF THE TEMPLE 222
XXIV. AT THE SEBBERENS’ 232
XXV. THE GOLDEN PRIEST 245
XXVI. CONVERSATION AND A LITTLE PIG-STUFF 254
XXVII. AFTER-DINNER SPEECHES 264
XXVIII. REVENGE IS SWEET 277
XXIX. A CONFESSION 286
XXX. FESTIVAL 293
XXXI. MYSTERIES IN MARBLE HOUSE 303
XXXII. DIPLOMACY 313
XXXIII. THE WORTH OF A JEWEL 319
XXXIV. “A GIFT, A FRIEND, A FOE, A BEAU, A JOURNEY TO GO” 326
XXXV. THE SUN RISES ON THE YEAR 334
61. CHAPTER I
AN INTRODUCTION TO LUCIFRAM
In the little planet Lucifram, that spun a brilliant and solitary
course among the stars, exchanging annual salutations with them as
the waxing and waning of the solar laws brought them out of the void
and within hail, the people each and all walked upside down. The
trees were upside down, the houses, the churches with their steeples,
the palaces, the oceans, rivers, lakes, mountains, animals, and fishes,
each and all, reversed our own conception of mundane propriety.
Cultivate a patience with the seeming strangeness of this
extraordinary planet, even to the reading of this simple book, and let
that virtue lead you nearer to another sphere, more to your liking.
There were a few, indeed, upon this sphere who did their best to
stand upon their feet. Sometimes they succeeded; but others were
bowled down in the struggle and ended by standing once again upon
their heads, or lying crushed, paying the debt they owed to Outraged
Custom.
The circumference of this sphere was something like two thousand
miles. It bulged out towards the north and south, with giant hollows
to the east and west. And because everything that existed was
contrary to our idea of things, all things looked normal.
When Nature and architecture combine to alter things, making
them contrariwise, as people call it, what wonder if morality and all
ethics blend with the custom?
To begin with governments and kingships. Unlike those upon a
two-legged basis, a king was never chosen for his worth, but for his
frailties. He was chosen to strew the path of his subjects with flowers
which all might pick like little children out at play, and then would
quarrel over.
62. Alas! To be a king in the planet Lucifram! That little planet topsy-
turvy. Here, though a ruler might have the will of a Hercules to turn a
somersalt and land upon his feet, some diviner instinct calling him to
that, the pigmies around him pinned him with millions of tiny
threads, an anchorage whereby to hold his head safe to the ground.
Threads worked in gold! Held for the wonder of the multitude.
So for the kings. The Gods of all the stars looked down on them.
They heard those faint sighs of weakness—those breathings after
higher things—and pitied some, and smiled at others. And though in
the topsy-turvy synagogues and churches the people prayed for
them, no prayers reached heaven except those simple few the kings
themselves breathed in solitude. Prayers that must travel very, very
far, as all prayers must, and which needed the giant strength of great
simplicity to bring them to the end of their weary journey.
So for the kings and princes. An arduous task is theirs—bound
thus with chains—God only knows how hard! As each insidious little
link might whisper, telling its own small share in the universal tale.
In our world we always speak of “Church and State”—a correct and
steady way of speaking—but in Lucifram ’tis always “State and
Church,” and that is why the palaces and kings claimed our attention
first.
The Church, composed of temples, synagogues, and priests,
jumbled together in luxurious profusion, was dressed and bedecked
so finely that the God the people worshipped fell almost out of sight.
In their chief temple, in the greatest city, was a three-tailed golden
Serpent, coiled around a golden pole above a table decked in red, and
set with incense vessels. Dim and mysterious was that holy place,
where priests, all flowing and bedecked in golden garments, came
each day to bow before the Snake. Its three tails, the gold of them
burnished like fire, spread out like fans on high, against a
background of mosaic. Below, resting on the altar, was the great
head, lying quite still; the genius of ages worked in its cruel fangs and
awful eyes. Eyes never closing, jewel-glinting, green and fiery, all-
surveying, all-watching. Those terrible eyes lit up the gloom, and
compelled men to stand upon their heads as it itself was forced to do.
For by the grim and dreadful fascination of those never-closing eyes,
unconsciously the worshippers changed to position like to it, tails up,
heads down, blinded by their religion.
63. In this temple the people sat in the big gloomy aisles, each on a
little chair with a ledge in front for kneeling, and heard the priest
from the pulpit, and the reader from his desk. Awed by the grandeur
and the solemn dimness, they bowed and salaamed before the triune
tails, hidden from the vulgar gaze by a red silk curtain blazoned in
gold. And when the mighty organ rolled and rumbled, and the angel
voices of the choir boys rang through the gold-washed rafters, their
senses were stirred by some far hidden mystery, and their eyes would
dim or kindle as they felt it; only the gleaming eyes within the veil
remained unchanged.
Now it was customary for the priests who waited on the Serpent to
fast a day each month and marry only once. A layman in Lucifram
might wed twice. No priests could marry under forty. For laymen, the
age was twenty-five for the first attempt, and forty for the second;
that is, for the few who preferred company in their latter years to
peace. But though the women, by Act of Parliament, enjoyed the
privilege of marrying twice, just as the men did, there were certain
things clearly beyond them, they being in Lucifram, as here, the
weaker vessels. On those great days whereon the priest drew back the
silken curtain and displayed the Serpent, all women were debarred
from entering the temple.
And so enough for an explanation and a prologue. Take my hand,
descend, and tread on Lucifram!
64. CHAPTER II
FRIEND AND EXECUTOR
In the capital of Lucifram there is a great park—a city park—
planted with trees sown centuries since by the restless winds, when
all was peaceful country. To the right stretches the city—work and
pleasure, laughter and tears, and perpetual hurry-scurry. All round
the park sounds and sights of human life, condensed within a
curiously small circle, were in evidence. Silent streets, tall and
shadowy, lit by occasional gas lamps, fringed on a brilliant
thoroughfare, with omnibuses, cabs, and people hurrying
everywhere. Most spacious squares, with fountains and statues,
backed by huge buildings, erected both for grace and durability, lay
on all sides. The mansions on this side of the park were in many
cases of plain exterior. This gave the lie to the magnificence within.
On the right side of the park, facing it and running along its entire
length, was built the famous Greensward Avenue.
In the centre of the avenue, standing back under the shadow of the
high walls of two palace gardens rising on either side, stood a large
square house built of black marble. It was built in black, and the
blinds were of deep red, the only colour to relieve it. Those were not
visible till night came. Thirteen imposing-looking steps lead up to an
imposing door, in black polished oak, rarely carved. Two narrow
windows in the wall reached down on each side of it. The house
consisted of three storeys and a basement, and to the back were
pretty and extensive gardens protected by high walls.
The owner of this house was a certain Camille Barringcourt, who
had but lately come there, within the last three years. With the
exception of servants, he lived quite alone—a bachelor in the land of
double marriages.
65. Now the house in which he lived was very appropriately called
“Marble House.” It had been built by a millionaire quite recently,
despite its old appearance. The reason why it had such an
appearance of age was because it had been erected from a spoiled
cathedral in the remotest corner of Lucifram, where instead of
worshipping the Serpent they worshipped the Toad. It had cost a vast
amount of money to cart the marble and oak right over from east to
west, but it was done right royally, and the house itself, from this
point of view at least, was very interesting. No sooner was the great
mansion completed, and royalty entertained on one single occasion,
than the millionaire died. Men and women agreed on this, that his
death was at least mysterious. He was found dead in bed. So far as
the doctors could tell he suffered from nothing, and had come by no
foul play. He had died painlessly, in the big plain bed-chamber
containing little else but the desecrated altar of the Toad, with a fac-
simile of the Serpent rising above it—a shrine which all good people
in Lucifram kept in their private rooms. And so he was buried, and
the ladies mourned. He had been generous. And then his will was
read.
All his vast wealth was given to charities; all went to charity except
the house. That was left “To my friend, Camille Barringcourt, as a
slight token of esteem, and in remembrance of the past.” That was
all. No one had ever heard or seen anything of this friend, and no one
knew anything of the past. But lawyers, like detectives, have a way of
hunting people up. In a little time it was spread abroad that Camille
Barringcourt lived in Fairysky, or at least was staying there, a
country which much resembled Italy on the Earth.
It may also be mentioned here that Camille Barringcourt and the
lawyer were left executors of those vast charities.
The first thing about the new-comer’s arrival that excited general
interest was the advent of six horses. All were black as night, with
long tails, fiery eyes, shining coats, and tossing, untamed heads.
Nearly all the little boys in that aristocratic neighbourhood were
late for school that morning; or better, never went. Accustomed as
they were to beautiful horses, they had never even in their experience
seen anything to equal these. The six black horses travelled through
the crowded thoroughfares singly led, each by a groom. Their
trappings were of a deep red, and no unnecessary weight was placed
66. upon them. The men who led the animals were men who understood
their business, and had great patience with their coquettish,
curvetting ways. Just as the journey was drawing to a close the traffic
in the streets was for the minute stopped. Five of the six horses had
passed the crossing, and the last was drawn up close to Lady
Flamington’s carriage. Whether it was her ladyship’s hat (she was
one of the best dressed and most beautiful women of the day), or
whether her two thoroughbreds were ready to enter into the fun of
the thing, and dance a lively impromptu pirouette with the new
arrival, it would be hard to say. However, the black steed began a
dance, anything but safe in the state of the crowded thoroughfare,
and the bays in harness did their best to follow suit. It was a spirited
attempt; then the groom for once lost his temper.
“Get up, you devil!” said he. The horse took him literally and
reared up, despite his efforts to keep it down, dragging him with it, in
its wild, untamable fury. The trampling forepaws struck on the
cushions of my lady’s brougham. What might have been the result it
is impossible to say, for her escape on the other side was cut off by a
huge lorry drawn up against her like a wall, but just at that moment a
voice fell on the hubbub and the consternation, and the “voice that
breathed o’er Eden” on the day of her marriage had never been so
welcome to Lady Flamington as that one now. At the same time a
hand, the whitest, the most beautiful she had ever seen (so she told
her friends after), grasped at the bridle.
“Waugh-o, Starlight—Starlight! Come, then.”
The words, the tone, the caressing hand on one side, the firm hand
on the bridle, were too much for the four-legged beauty. Won over by
more words, more pressure on the hateful bit (even though silver),
and more caressing patting on her glossy neck, she came gracefully
down to earth once more.
It seemed to Lady Flamington that the stranger had sprung up
from nowhere. As a matter of fact, he had sprung from the hansom
behind, in which he was following, at almost walking pace, these six
prancing treasures. Then just as the traffic was starting again he
looked across at her.
“You are not hurt,” said he. “I should have been bitterly sorry if
that had happened.”
67. For once her ladyship could find no words. She bowed, he raised
his hat, the procession moved along. Then she knitted her brows
thoughtfully.
“He should have been sorry in either case,” she thought, and fell to
studying his face in her memory.
Meanwhile the six black horses had turned into Greensward
Avenue, where likewise at a quicker rate her ladyship’s carriage was
progressing.
All the way to the spacious private stables at the rear of the private
grounds, Mr. Barringcourt, for it was he, led that most spoiled of all
spoilt animals, Starlight. The little boys followed admiringly, till the
big doors of the stable-yard closed cruelly upon them.
“That looks like a dook turned undertaker,” said one.
Rumour had spread a report that Camille Barringcourt was a twice
married gentleman, with a large family.
“How unlike poor Geoffrey Todbrook,” said the ladies, and sighed.
But rumour for once was entirely wrong. One bachelor was dead;
another succeeded him.
The new arrival settled quickly into his new home. Seeing it was
already furnished, that was but natural. His servants were all
foreigners, dark, tall, all very unlike the people on this side of
Lucifram. Yet there was an inexpressible charm, dignity, and quiet
repose about them that delighted and mystified everyone. Among
them were some women, parlourmaids, sewing-maids, and
housemaids apparently.
Each one of these servants, men and women, dressed in black,
faced with deep red. It was a kind of uniform.
Now, a few words are needed as to the personal appearance of the
Master himself. In figure he was tall, athletic, graceful, broad-
shouldered. His hair was black and short, crisp at the ends, as Lady
Flamington noticed when he removed his hat. People called his face
“odd.” It was dark and swarthy, with a strong forehead, and black
eyes which were gloomy and deeply set. The nose was straight,
bearing in its lines more sensitive refinement than any other feature
of his face.
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