Children's stories, English; Fairy tales; Short stories, English
‘“The god is hunting,” said the priest, looking strangely at me with his
small slanting eyes.
‘“Tell me in what forest, and I will ride with him,” I answered.
‘He combed out the soft fringes of his tunic with his long pointed nails.
“The god is asleep,” he murmured.
‘“Tell me on what couch, and I will watch by him,” I answered.
‘“The god is at the feast,” he cried.
‘“If the wine be sweet I will drink it with him, and if it be bitter I
will drink it with him also,” was my answer.
‘He bowed his head in wonder, and, taking me by the hand, he raised me
up, and led me into the temple.
‘And in the first chamber I saw an idol seated on a throne of jasper
bordered with great orient pearls. It was carved out of ebony, and in
stature was of the stature of a man. On its forehead was a ruby, and
thick oil dripped from its hair on to its thighs. Its feet were red with
the blood of a newly-slain kid, and its loins girt with a copper belt
that was studded with seven beryls.
‘And I said to the priest, “Is this the god?” And he answered me, “This
is the god.”
‘“Show me the god,” I cried, “or I will surely slay thee.” And I touched
his hand, and it became withered.
‘And the priest besought me, saying, “Let my lord heal his servant, and I
will show him the god.”
‘So I breathed with my breath upon his hand, and it became whole again,
and he trembled and led me into the second chamber, and I saw an idol
standing on a lotus of jade hung with great emeralds. It was carved out
of ivory, and in stature was twice the stature of a man. On its forehead
was a chrysolite, and its breasts were smeared with myrrh and cinnamon.
In one hand it held a crooked sceptre of jade, and in the other a round
crystal. It ware buskins of brass, and its thick neck was circled with a
circle of selenites.
‘And I said to the priest, “Is this the god?”
‘And he answered me, “This is the god.”
‘“Show me the god,” I cried, “or I will surely slay thee.” And I touched
his eyes, and they became blind.
‘And the priest besought me, saying, “Let my lord heal his servant, and I
will show him the god.”
‘So I breathed with my breath upon his eyes, and the sight came back to
them, and he trembled again, and led me into the third chamber, and lo!
there was no idol in it, nor image of any kind, but only a mirror of
round metal set on an altar of stone.
‘And I said to the priest, “Where is the god?”
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